#frowny face i miss him man

[bbyseok]

bakugou katsuki is not a lovesick fool.

he’s better than that, he swears. he swears with his entire being. he’s not one of those down bad people who gets butterflies from the simplest of things.

but as he walks out of the shower, feeling refreshed and clean from his daily workout in the school’s gym, his phone dings with a notification on his nightstand.

normally, he mutes the damn thing with how often the group of extras (aka, his friends) blow up their shared group chat they forced him to join, but things have been different lately.

katsuki is clad in one of his famous black tank tops, paired with a loose pair of shorts of the same color. his towel rests around his neck as he grabs the device, fingers automatically tapping on the notification and taking him to the messages app.

when he sees who the text is from, he can’t even resist the grin thats tugs on the corners of his lips.

it’s from you. it’s blunt, no more than three letters, but it’s enough to have him fucking smiling.

you: wyd

his fingers tap away in order to reply, using one hand and the other to use an end of the towel draped over his shoulder to keep drying his damp hair.

bakugou: what do you want

okay—yeah. he’s curt and not answering your question. but it’s too late now; he already sent it.

the three pending dots that appear almost immediately that indicate you’re typing has him blinking at the small screen in faint surprise. you’re fast.

you: i couldnt find you in the commons area or the gym :(

oh, with the frowny face he could just picture the pout you were probably wearing on your lips right now. he responds.

bakugou: so you were trying to fucking stalk me?

you: no!! ofc not

bakugou: sounds like something a stalker would say

you: >:(

he snickers out loud at your banter and finishes drying his hair, flinging the towel towards the hamper in the corner of the room.

bakugou: to answer your question, i was in the gym actually. you probably just missed me leaving

you: aw man :(

katsuki can’t help but roll his eyes at your antics.

bakugou: you act like you didn’t see me in class today dummy

you: is it a crime that i want to see you outside of class?

when you say—or in this case, text—things like that, he isn’t too sure how to respond. it has him scowling, all flustered for no reason.

bakugou: yeah yeah

he’s sure his sarcastic tone can be heard even through his text. you simply send a smiley emoji in reply.

katsuki hesitates, his fingers hovering over the screen. and then he types.

bakugou: you can join me in gym tomorrow after class then if you wanna see me so bad

his breath stills when he sees those dots again.

you: ok!! it’s a date then yeah?

what? a what? his head is spinning just from reading your text. is he reading this right? you’re actually making a move on him? and then you’re already sending your next message, giving him no time to gather his thoughts and reply back.

you: good night katsuki!! 😘

oh.

he finds himself sliding down onto the floor right next to his bed, cheek resting on the side of the mattress. his knees curl to his chest as he stares at his phone, blushing like a madman.

“fuck.”

okay. maybe bakugou katsuki is a lovesick fool.

[anura-artist]

Team red ♥️🕷️🕶️⚔️

This started as a practice on learning anatomy and stuff, and ended as drawing some of my favorite superheroes!

Deadpool is really fun to draw.. you can see why in the timelapse under the cut!

[Video ID: A 3-minute soundless timelapse showing the process of drawing the piece above. Throughout the process, the artist writes several comments on the piece, as follows:

After drawing a torso but drawing and erasing the arms and legs several times: girl... Help. OMG.

After several more tries: Ok, I give up. (A heart is drawn.)

Short pause: Jk (a frowny face).

The artist then has drawn three figures on the piece. One is standing on the left side and looking to the left. One is in the background center. One is crouched in the front right. The artist begins to draw the left figure as Miguel O'Hara from Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, and the figure in the background as Peter Parker Spider-Man.

While drawing O'Hara, the artist points at him and says "Bro is built like:" and then draws an upside down triangle with two lines coming out the bottom, resembling O'Hara's wide shoulders and thin hips. The artist then writes, "Absolutely zero hips." After drawing O'Hara's suit design, the artist writes, "Boring suit tbh."

After a short pause the artist writes, "Ohg. I should've made him DD." Then, after an even shorter pause, writes, "It's not too late" and a smiling devil face. The artist then removes O'Hara's design and begins to draw the figure as Daredevil.

After drawing the two D's on Daredevil's chest, the artist points at them and writes, "hardest part of drawing him." The artist points at his left arm and says, "I feel like this arm is too long. IDC though."

The artist goes to the final figure, crouching in the front right, and writes, "Deadpool time? Hmm... No." The artist then erases the second figure's outline, which is designed as Spider-Man, and begins to draw that figure as Deadpool instead. Pointing at the crouched figure, the artist writes, "This pose fits Spidey more."

While drawing Deadpool, the artist draws a small speech bubble next to him and periodically fills it with speech, as if Deadpool is speaking while being drawn. The speech is as follows:

Deadpool, half drawn, says, "You missed a spot!"

After starting to draw the various swords and gear on Deadpool's suit, Deadpool says, "You don't know how to draw tactical gear, do you?" After drawing the circle logo on Deadpool's belt, Deadpool says, "Or circles."

After a pause, Deadpool says, "Why do I have so much armor, anyways? Like, I can just heal."

The artist then finishes drawing Deadpool and draws the crouched figure as Spider-Man. The artist then colors and renders the figures and draws the background. After the piece is complete, the artist removes the figures one at a time so that each figure can have their own close-up solo piece as well. When Deadpool is alone, he says, "A close-up? Nice!" End video ID]

[girlboybug]

tear you apart

"i want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as i whisper in your ear, i wanna fucking tear you apart."

didn't anyone warn you about the man who lives in the cabin in the woods?

what's playing 🎧: tear you apart by she wants revenge

pairing : joel x reader

word count : 4k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, dubcon, unsafe/unprotected piv, size kink, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, slight bondage with ropes, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cumshots, virginity taking, unspecified age gap (but if you wanna know joel is 50, reader is 21) sir kink, impact play, lots of spanking, light face slapping nothing intense, choking

TRIGGER WARNINGS : dubcon, slight themes of being held hostage kinda, joel is so mean and scary frowny face, unsafe piv, threats of knife usage, overall stranger danger!!!

a/n heyyy party people i’m sorry i’ve been so dead, work has been taking a lot of my time lately :( i miss u all dearly :( pls accept this as a little halloween treat from me to you <3🎃 comments rlly motivate me so if you enjoyed this plz lmk down in the comments!!!

you really should have known better. no one in their right mind would be in the predicament you’re currently in. feebly following behind a burly man, allowing him to lure you into following him deeper into the maze of a forest, all with the promises of shelter and a working phone. 

you hug yourself to soothe the nerves ricocheting like bullets all throughout your body, and he turns his head, glancing down at you from behind his broad shoulder to ensure you’re keeping up. you crane your neck upwards to offer a shy smile. you tell yourself that you were able to see the corner of his lips perk, just a little. 

he says nothing of grandeur when he pushes open the front door of his cabin nestled between a thick brush of trees and bushes, sitting adjacent to an inky black lake illuminated by the full moon. 

he walks in first, looking at you expectantly to close and lock the door behind you, to which you obey immediately. 

the decor is very…texan, a moose head watches your every movement from above his mantle as your heeled feet carry you to his worn in recliner, sitting down in it when he motions for you to. 

he sits down in front of you, his ankle resting on his knee, big hands dwarfing the arm rests, his eyes taking their time to really drink you in. “what were you doin’ out in the woods so late anyhow?” he asks you, the cadence in his voice sounding like a continuous grunt with a twinge of a southern accent. 

ahh, hence the texan decor…

“um,” your voice cracks, and your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. “w-was at a um halloween party but i wasn’t enjoying myself, so i left…stupidly, on my own. and i got lost.” you chuckle nervously, hoping he joins you to ease the tension but he doesn’t. he just continues to stare. 

“some wolf try an’ getcha?” he jokes dryly without the lightheartedness, and your chest tightens at his words. “wh-what?” 

he nods at your costume, eyes lingering on your ruffled skirt a little extra longer before he looks back up at you. you look down, hands shyly smoothing out your red riding hood dress, sighing out of relief to yourself. “oh!” you exhale quietly, shaking your head. “i guess you could say that,” you respond a little quieter, thinking back to a drunken owen trying to get back at abby by attempting to kiss you in front of her. 

“hmm,” a low throatily hum leaves past joel’s shut lips and you tighten your legs with angst. “s-so um can i uhh…use your phone?” you ask, hyper aware of the reason why you’re even in his house to begin with. joel nods, pointing into his kitchen. “s’by the fridge on your left.” 

his eyes follow your ass, barely concealed by the puffy ruffles of your dress, and you feel hot under his stare, wobbly legs trying to move fast towards the phone. when you pick up the landline, you’re greeted with silence instead of a dial tone. your heart sinks impossibly deeper and you turn to look at the man, swallowing hard. 

you turn back to the phone, trying to dial your mom’s number, praying somehow it connects you to her, not caring if you’re met with yelling, as long as you hear her voice, relief will rinse through your body. 

but it doesn’t. and fear takes over instead. “u-um…sir?” you call out, and he turns towards you. “what?” he asks gruffly and you switch your weight back and forth anxiously on either one of your feet. “y-your um…your phone doesn’t seem to be working?” you ask more than you tell and he just turns back around. 

“yeah. does that sometimes,” he disregards your worries and you grow increasingly regretful of letting him convince you he was your best bet at going home. a shaky breath leaves your lips as you clutch the phone tightly. “do you know how to fix it?” you try once more and he answers you without a glance. “nope.” 

you feel like breaking down and crying, gripping the phone before reluctantly putting it back. you inch your way back to the front door, avoiding eye contact. “i’ll just um…i’ll just try and see if i can get service back outside and call an uber or something. thanks for your help,” you hurriedly speak as politely as possible, unlocking his door and opening it. 

you gasp louder than you would have expected, your shoulders jolting upwards with fear when a large hand slams the door shut above you. “that ain’t a good idea.” he mutters, voice falling over the crown of your head and you shut your eyes fearfully. “wh-why not?” you all but whisper, your heart hammering against your ribcage when you hear the locks turn back once more. 

“girl like you shouldn’t be alone out there in the woods. safer in here.” he tells you rather than offering as a suggestion, a sense of finality in his voice. your hand desperately clings to the doorknob before you release yet another opportunity of safety it feels like. 

“what should i do then?” you question stupidly, as if the grown man before you really has your best interest in mind. “you can stay here. it’ll be easier for me to guide you outta these woods come mornin’.” he answers, the last utterances of his sentence ending in a tired sigh. 

you inhale deeply and attempt to exhale the fear buzzing around in your chest. “i really wouldn’t want to impose—“ 

“sit down.” he orders and you jolt at his voice, apprehensively obeying once more. 

he stalks your every step that leads you back into his living room, head inching along in unison with each movement of yours. he wordlessly stands up, eyes peering a cold downcast upon you, his heavy boots making their way towards you like the beginning to a ceremony. 

your chest rises and falls rapidly, feeling like a trapped animal below him. “you usually follow men you’ve never met before into their houses?” he questions you, a low gruff interrogation that escapes into the thick air from the cusp of his breath. 

you shake your head and he purses his lips, raising a brow. “no?” he asks again, mocking you. “no.” you whisper back shakily. 

he doesn’t respond, he leisurely pushes the red hood of yours off of your head and away from your face, allowing him a clearer view of your fear stricken gaze. 

he chuckles quietly, enjoying this game he’s playing with you. he bends down, leaning in close. his scruffy beard tickles your cheek, his strong hooked nose brushing against your ear. “you smell real nice,” he mutters into your hood. 

you close your eyes, trembling at his proximity, ignoring the fluttery feeling bubbling in your lower tummy, attempting to snuff out it’s flame. you refuse to acknowledge how a sick part of you feels a rush of adrenaline from how close this man is to you. 

he stands up straight again, this time a bulge stirring in his tightened levi’s visible before you. he stares at you gawking at it, a sense of pride inflating him. he eyes you for a few more seconds before impatience kicks in and he’s bent down, lifting you up in his arms and picking you up and out of the recliner. you yelp and flail in his hold but he’s got you pinned in his arms, you’re not going anywhere. 

he carries you into his bedroom, kicking the door open and pushing it back shut with the back of his boot. 

he drops you onto his bed and watches you hungrily, watching as you scramble on his bed like a little rabbit he’s just caught. 

you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs splayed straight, trying to cover yourself the best you can. he walks towards you, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide open forcibly, lowering himself down to his knees. you pant under your breath, a heavy sigh leaving past your lips when he ducks his head down lower to underneath his bed, and away from between your thighs. 

he returns to look at you with rope in his hands, and your heart falls deeper into your body than you thought possible. 

“wrists.” you hand them to him, too scared to see what would happen if you refused. he ties a knot around your wrists, letting your paired hands drop into your lap. “f’you really wanna get out of ‘em use your teeth to tug on this little loose end.” he follows his instructions by stepping aside to reveal the exit of his bedroom, crossing his arms over his chest. “you’re free to try an’ test your luck out there, or in here.” he looks down at you, biceps bulged from crossing over his chest, head tilting to the side, trying to read your facial expressions and figure out what option you’ll choose.

you stare at your confinements then flicker your gaze to the door and back at joel. you can’t seem to find something in you that will allow you to leave, despite common sense warning you, nothing feels as tempting as wondering what he’ll do to you.

something like a smirk takes over joel’s face when he realizes you aren’t going anywhere, and a wetness pools in your floral printed panties at the sight. “knew you weren’t goin’ anywhere,” he snickers with a sense of pride, moving closer to you now. he grabs your confined wrists and puts them above your head as he pushes you back into his mattress. he breathes in your scent, sighing to himself when the aroma of your fear mixed with your sweet perfume fills his nose. 

“gonna fuckin’ ruin you…gonna ruin this,” he mutters, cupping your cunt. you gasp and squirm in his grip, whimpering from his touch and from bud words. he slaps your pussy and you whine, trying to shut your thighs. “don’t you fuckin’ move. lemme play with what i caught here,” he grunts, lifting up your little white gingham printed skirt, exhaling when he sees the wet splotch at the front of your panties. 

he looks up at you from under his lashes, a smug expression wordlessly teasing you. 

your cheeks get warm and you opt for staring at the ceiling instead. 

“fuckin pussy achin for a cock huh?” he chuckles, vulgarity in his nature and you whine, not used to feeling so on display and viewed so objectifyingly. and more importantly, not used to liking it. 

he travels back up to take his time ripping open the flimsy corset top of your dress, groaning to himself when he exposes your cute breasts, nipples hardened and ready for his hungry mouth. 

he can’t help himself when he lowers his tongue over them, your little sounds only encouraging him. he bites down on your nipples, and you cry out, unintentionally arching your back into his mouth. he just laughs around your flesh, groping and squeezing you like he owns you. 

and he’d argue that he just about does. 

“haven’t had a cute little thing to play with in awhile, gonna have some real fun with you, girl.” he says from the base of his throat, his lips brushing against your neck. you can’t stay still, all the attention and groping is so unfamiliar, and you’re too riled up to contain yourself, the throb in your clit begs for attention, and all you can do is press your thighs tightly together and try to gain any kind if relief from the seam in your panties. 

he notices and scoffs. “keep your legs open, or i’ll tie ‘em to my bedpost.” he growls in your ear, and your clit pulses at the threat, taking a second to consider the consequences, before ultimately following his instructions. 

he wolf whistles at your pretty cunt concealed behind your panties, hooking his thumbs under them and dragging them down your perfect thighs until they hang from your calves. his cock fucking throbs when he sees your pussy glisten from the pane of moonlight that creeps in from his window. 

he slaps your pussy again, loving how puffy your lips are. your shoulders cave in from the sudden impact, whimpering at his harshness. “got yourself a perfect cunt don’tcha?” he exhales, mostly talking to himself, his palm coming down over his crotch to relieve some of the pressure building. 

“you ever been fucked?” he asks, patting your cheek. you blink a few times, wondering if you should be honest with him. you shake your head an ashamed ‘no’ and he grins for the first time tonight. “well ain’t that a treat for me. gonna break you in nice and good,” he shrugs off his flannel, hurriedly unzipping his levi’s. he fishes himself out from his boxers and your jaw goes slack, chest tightening again. 

his cock is huge, it’s fat and looks threatening. it’s almost a weapon and could probably be classified as one because shit, the stretch is going to hurt. 

he jerks himself off, bringing his tip to your clit. you gasp, your hips circling his cock. “i-i don’t know if that’ll f-fit,” you stammer nervously and he shushes you. “gonna make it fit and you’re gonna take it for me. think of it as a thank you, from you to me for lettin’ you come into my house,” he chides, laughing with a sense of entitlement, feeling as though your body is something he’s owed. your chest heaves with nerves and anticipation as you prepare to pay your debt.

he huffs lowly, bringing two fingers to your dripping sex, his cock twitching when he collects your wetness on the pads of his digits. “dunno why you’re so worried, it’ll go right in, pussy’s basically cryin’ for it,” he grunts, curling a middle finger into your little hole. you gasp, head falling back into his sheets, nails scratching at the rope that holds your wrists together. 

he pumps his wrist in and out, his free hand jerking himself off while he fucks you with his finger. “niiice an’ tight, gonna squeeze my cock jus’ how i like it,” he rubs against a sensitive spot within your cunt, throwing you a bone when his thumb swirls around your aching clit. 

you moan, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows furrowing at the sensation. the bass in your tummy grows into a finely tuned crescendo throughout your limbs and as soon as it builds, it falters once he removes his touch. you whimper disappointedly, but he’s fast to shut your complaints up when he begins to split you in half with his cock, a loud whine replacing any of your needy grumbling. 

you cry out, knees trying to push at his hips but he grips them, forcing them open. “you’re gonna take it f’me little girl,” he growls, working the thick girth of his cock into you. you’re freely crying now, the overwhelming feeling of being so full is something foreign to you, and you’re not sure you can take it, but joel has decided you can and you will. 

he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks into your lips pucker, turning you until your cheek meets his mattress and he’s pushing you into it, inching his hips backward only to go in even deeper than when he started. 

“ooh-hoh-oh, fuck baby,” he groans, fucking into your cunt with no hesitation, your little hole barely able to accommodate him. “tha’s right,” he pants, swallowing hard when he makes you look at him again, your breasts bouncing from each hard thrust he sends you. “takin’ my cock like you’re made for it,” 

you whimper, taking his comment as praise and squeezing him, your poor neglected clit throbbing when he grunts above you. “can feel you in my stomach,” you whine and he laughs, pressing a hand right over the bulge that he creates. “good luck findin’ another man who can do that to ya baby,” he snickers, giving a patronizing kiss to your cheek. 

he grips the fabric of your skirt, using it as leverage to keep you close as he pounds into you, impaling you over and over on his cock, fucking the shape of it deep into you. 

you jerk upwards from each and every pivot he sends you and he’s hypnotized by the way your tits bounce from his movements. he smacks them and grips them tight, pinching your pebbled nipples, loving how you yelp from the slight pain. 

“sir please, t-touch me,” you moan pleadingly and he can’t believe his ears, his cock twitches inside you at your begging and he obliges you, bringing two fingers to your little clit and rubbing hard to match the tempo of his thrusts. 

“got you hooked on my cock, maybe next time you’ll get ‘lost’ again and come lookin for me huh?” he breathes out in your ear, and you nod dumbly, your pussy drooling all over his dick, sucking him in deep. 

his hand finds your throat and pins you down firmly, allowing you little access to air, but the lack of the supply is numbingly good, addictive. your eyes roll back, mouth parting with a soft string of moans. 

he brings his hips down into yours without fail, fucking you with an insatiable stamina, groaning and grunting at how you take his cock, his hand tightening around your throat when you clench around him, growling at the feeling of your soaked pussy all around him. 

“haven’t fucked a virgin in lord knows how long, forgot how goddamn good it feels,” he groans, his hand releasing your throat to toy with the glimmering cross necklace that lays between your breasts. he chuckles when he lets the silver cross fall back onto your chest. “cute.” he teases when he picks up a leg of yours and throws it over his shoulder, shuddering when he slides in even deeper. 

you sob loudly, wailing out his name and babblings of sir please oh god sir please please, at the deep intrusion. “go on ahead and cry all you want little red, no one can hear you out here,” he mocks, rubbing your clit to watch you cry harder. 

he pulls out and flips you on your tummy with haste, way too eager to be back inside of you. he readjusts you until you’re now at the foot of his bed, hips perfectly propped up on his bed frame, allowing him an easier access into your little cunt. 

he spreads open your ass, pushing his cock back into you, his thumb ghosting over your other little hole, enjoying the way you squirm around, wriggling your hips nervously at his prodding. you turn around to look at him from behind your shoulder, looking up at him with a startled stare. 

he laughs, spitting on it and shaking his head when he slaps your ass, hard. “don’t worry, i’m content with your pussy baby,” he says, sending an especially hard thrust as if you needed proof. 

you collapse in his bed, using the hard smooth wood of his bed frame as friction for your clit. 

his hands come down and grip your ass, spanking the full flesh mercilessly, loving your howls of pain from each smack. he’s only satisfied when he sees his handprints begin to form in your abused flesh. and even so, he continues to pair his harsh thrusts with unforgiving smacks that cause your flesh to burn. 

he grabs your throat once more, forcing you closer to his mouth when he whispers in your ear. “whaddya think little red? should i use this,” he pulls out the dagger that was previously hidden within his pocket, the coldness from the blade contrasts against the warm skin of your neck. “to write my name in you? let everyone know who fucking owns you.” he presses the blade enough to make you squirm, but not quite enough to draw blood. 

“n-no sir please don’t,” you pathetically shake your head and he mockingly coos at you. “why shouldn’t i?” he adds and you whine when he shoves his cock in you, hitting that achy spot deep in your cunt. “please don’t,” you moan, your words contradicting your voice, but fear still courses through you at the possibility of joel actually doing it. 

he doesn’t reply, the only thing that responds to you is the sound of his hips slapping against the thick flesh of your ass, his cock pumping in and out of you relentlessly. he drops the knife on the bed in front of you, silently notifying you he won’t mark you with his blade. you expel a small breath of relief when you see it discarded. 

your eyes flutter shut when he pushes you back down into his sheets, hand firmly keeping you in place by the back of your neck. his available hand unties the knot that bound your wrists together, now bending your left arm behind your lower back as he pounds into you. 

a dull ache from the stretch of his cock begins to spread in your cunt but as much as it hurts, it feels just as good. “you better not waste a single drop,” he grunts in your ear, starting to move sporadically behind you, and you can’t even ask what he means, too fucked out and drooling on his bed to truly care. 

it’s when he sends a harsh thrust into you, stilling inside you with a low groan. a warm sensation fills you and your clit tingles at the feeling. “how d’ya think people’ll react if they find out little red let some old man spill his cum in’ta her and got her pregnant?” he whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, shivering when he pulls out and immediately shoves his cum right back into your leaking hole. 

you crane your neck to watch it trickle down your thighs and you whimper, swishing your legs around and feeling it stick together. “there’s so much…” you scoop some of it with your fingers, and his cock doesn’t soften, it flexes upward at the way you look at his cum with watery eyes, long eyelashes slick from crying over his cock. 

“an’ you’re gonna get more, i ain’t finished with you yet,” his voice baritone and borderline hoarse. you look up at him, feeling weak and unsure. “more?” you whisper and he nods, a sick little smile on his lips. “you can take it,” he mutters, kicking off his boots prior to climbing into his bed. he makes himself comfortable, hands behind his head when he motions for you to crawl over to him from the foot of his bed. 

you comply, something about him has installed an inability to not only obey him, but a desire to.

he settles you on his lap, scooting you backward to circle his fat reddened tip over your swollen clit. “bet you wanna cum real bad?” he murmurs, it almost feels patronizing and yet, you eat it up, nodding desperately. “mhm,” you breathily reply, your orgasm that’s been pushed off far too many times building itself up all over again from the way he rubs his tip against your clit. 

“we’ll see if you get to this time,” and with the lack of a promise, he pushes into you once more, feeling prideful when his own cum gushes from your hole, squeezing his cock in a way he could grow addicted to. 

“bounce on it for me.” he instructs, hands tight on your hips. his orders catch you off guard and you sit still, somehow still bashful while speared on his cock. “i-i’ve never…but i don’t know-“ 

“you don’t know how to bounce up and down?” he asks dryly, an eyebrow raised. “i just…” 

“you just, nothin’ i suggest you start movin’ for me now. lemme see those fuckin’ tits of your bounce.” he’s serious, and you’re embarrassed at how the way he speaks to you makes you grip onto his cock harder. he notices it, leaning further into bed and straightening out his hips, intentionally pushing deeper into you, liking the way you shiver and moan at the intrusion. 

you place your hands on his chest, apprehensively moving your hips up and down. the pace is far too slow for joel’s liking, but he enjoys watching you use his cock the way you seem to like it, dragging your tight little cunt all along the long expanse of his dick, no matter how far up or down you move you can’t escape the feeling of being full. 

but joel only has so much patience before it runs out. a hard calloused hand slaps the curve of your ass, whistling for you to speed it up. “pick up the pace, now.” 

you struggle to obey this command, he’s so huge and you’re so sensitive you’re not sure if you can. you’re moving to the best of your abilities and honestly, your struggles are endearing to him. he takes pity on you, bear hugging your waist when he begins to jackhammer into you. 

you cry out, face falling and burying itself in the crook of his neck, letting him continue to use your poor little hole. 

“milk my fuckin’ cock,” he grunts into your chest, his mouth latching onto the flesh again. your clit makes contact with his coarse pubic hair and you’re flushed when you acknowledge how good it feels. 

“s-sir,” you moan in his ear, arms coming around to hang off of his broad shoulders. he kisses your throat, sucking a bruise into it. his hands migrate to your ass, gripping it and slapping it, hoping he leaves you incapable of sitting down correctly tomorrow morning. he wants you to only think of him whenever you try to sit tomorrow, a memory of him fully engraved into every inch of your body. 

his fingers find your clit and you hiccup sob from pleasure, starting to grind down and meet his rough thrusts. “thank you sir thank you thank you,” you chant, tightening your arms around him while you try fucking yourself on his cock. “you better cum right now,” he growls, pinching your clit before continuing his circular motions. your knees clench around his lap, your cunt squeezing his cock while you unravel in his arms. 

you’re panting, feeling like getting air into your lungs is an impossible feat as your orgasm rips through you, shattering through your ribcage, the sensation never fully ending due to joel fucking you through it. 

he continues moving you up and down his cock, playing with your little clit. you fall limp and powerless on his chest, whimpering and crying on top of him from the overwhelming stimulation. “n-no more please it’s too much, s-so much,” you sob and he slaps your ass right where he last hit, holding onto you tighter when you try and get away from the stinging pain. 

“you’re gonna give me one more,” he tells you, no sense of asking anywhere and you hide away in his chest, letting him continue using your gushing hole however he wishes. 

“i don’t think i can,” you slur, eyes starting to fall half shut, your clit burning with painful pleasure from his fingertips. “yes you fucking can,” he grits, rubbing harder and fucking you faster. 

“gonna make me cum again, and you’re going to, too,” he growls, fucking up into you with a force that makes you shake in his chest. 

he pulls out and rubs his tip against your clit, groaning while he forces his eyes to stay open so he can watch the way he paints your tummy and pussy white with his cum. you start taking in heavy breaths, tears welling up in your eyes when you feel your second orgasm ripple through you all over again, prickles of pain mixes with the pleasure that casts over you. 

“o-oh god, oh god,” you hiccup, tears streaming down your cheeks when you slump into him, feeling boneless and faint, twitching and jerking as the effects of your orgasm works it’s way through your body. 

joel guides you off of his lap and lays you beside him, watching you succumb to exhaustion from him using you like a toy, and he smirks to himself, eyeing the cum that decorates your lower stomach and trickles from your thighs. 

“i might just have to keep you for myself,” he whispers to your unconscious body, pulling your red hood back over your head.

[wynnyfryd]

from is this your card? pt 2

“Just invite him to play cards with you,” Robin suggests around a massive bite of pizza.

“Shit, Birdy,” he whistles, looking over at her with some mix of awe and alarm. Girl’s gonna choke herself someday. “Thought I was the gremlin in this friendship.”

“Wha’?” She tries to protest; there’s sauce all over her chin.

“Unhinge your jaw like a snake next time, save yourself the trouble.”

She bounces on the lumpy couch cushion, overcome with that specific excitement she gets right before she word-vomits useless trivia. “Did you know a python can open its mouth up to a hundred and eighty degrees?”

Eddie stares at her blankly.

Robin squirms.

“…What about a king cobra?”

“One-thirty-five,” she answers without missing a beat and reaches for a second slice, dropping the uneaten crust back in the box. “And, anyway, I take it back. You’re not allowed to invite Steve over or hang out with him without me because the two of you are going to be a total nightmare for me if you ever manage to get it together and start going out.”

Eddie arranges her abandoned crust beneath two pieces of pepperoni on his paper plate to make a frowny face. “But Robi-i-inn,” he whines, pitching his voice all high and stupid.

“Please tell Mr. Pepperoni that his pouting game needs work and that I am not swayed.”

“Rude.” He discards his plate and flops back on the couch with a put-out groan. Slings an arm over his eyes just to be dramatic. “This would be so much easier if he weren’t so intimidatingly hot. Why does he have to be so hot?”

Robin sucks a lump of cheese off her thumb. “I don’t know. Is he hot?”

“Dude.” Eddie sits back up, eyeing her with a blank stare and considering tossing her ass out of his living room. Is Steve Harrington hot? IS STEVE HARRINGTON HOT? Jesus Christ.

“What? He’s hairy, okay? Point your creepy laser vision somewhere else!”

“Excuse you! My eyes are not creepy! I have it on good authority that they’re pretty.”

“They’re piercing.”

“Whatever. You just can’t appreciate my beauty, Buckley. Or Steve’s, apparently.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Robin and Eddie whip around, matching deer-in-headlights expressions at the sound of another voice in the room, and there’s Steve, suddenly, leaning against the door frame (Eddie has no idea how; dude’s a ninja or some shit), looking bashful but quietly pleased with his arms folded across his chest. Eddie desperately wants to bite the ring of freckles blooming on his tanned forearm.

He looks at Robin, and they both turn back to Steve and oh so elegantly bleat out: “Uhhhh…”

Smooth. Good save, Munson, real nice.

Robin pulls it together first, smiles wide and says, “Hi, Steve. Eddie was just being a homophobe as usual.”

“Dude! You have got to stop fucking accusing me of that shit, I’m literally gay!”

“Gay men are not immune to lesbophobia, Edward. It’s honestly a little concerning that you don’t know that.”

“Oh, holy shit, why do I hang out with you?”

Robin licks her teeth in smug delight and kicks at his thigh. “Because you cherish our time together.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“You think I’m an undeniable joy.”

“Steve. Steve, please get her out of my house.”

Eddie puts his head in his hands, but Robin’s picking up steam now, hopping up onto the couch cushion and brandishing a pizza crust like a torch, hoisting it high into the air, exclaiming, “Nay! A light, even! A shining beacon in your sad, dark little life!”

“Steve, I am begging you, man.”

Steve’s a real one because he doesn’t say a word, just crosses the room and chucks Robin over his shoulder like a sack of flour and carries her flailing out onto the front porch.

[dominimoonbeam]

The Other Way - Part 2

I loved the first part so much that I couldn’t leave it alone. David/Angel are precious and I’m so happy @ejunkiet gave me this meet cute idea!!

Part One.

tags for part two: a very gentle kidnapping, fear of memory wipe, injured snappy davey, feelings

The Other Way - Part 2

When Angel woke up, they were in the backseat of a big truck, their cheek pressed into a thick arm and their body slumped to the side.

Music from the stereo filtered through their senses along with the voices arguing in low tones.

“If they were missing, then someone’s got to be looking for them.”

“Should we let someone know we found them?”

“And then what? Hand them over to explain how some wolves turned into guys and saved them? No, Ash.”

Everything came back to them. The woods, the wolf, the man that was a wolf, the actual wolves, more fucking wolves, and then… fainting. “Oh fuck,” they pushed off the wall they’d been snuggled up against, realizing too late that it was David.

They blinked up at him. He had the prettiest frowny face… They almost told him but then realized they’d drooled on his shirt and blushed instead. He rolled his eyes and looked away. “You’re the worst,” he mumbled, still obviously in pain.

They rubbed the patch of drool they’d left on his shirt. “At least it wasn’t your busted arm…”

Asher laughed in the front passenger seat.

David groaned and closed his eyes. “Surrounded by jokers.”

Angel leaned forward and tried to get a look around. Trees whipped by outside. They were on that awful winding, narrow road back to Dahlia. They reached automatically for their phone only to feel a jolt of panic when they found their pockets empty and realized they didn’t have their backpack either. There hadn’t really been much left in it but still! Leaving it behind was littering, not to mention their favorite backpack.

“Calm down,” David said without opening his eyes.

Asher held up their bag in the front seat. “Don’t worry. We got everything.”

Angel exhaled relief and reached for it.

Asher shook his head and put it back down on the floor at his feet, well out of reach.

“You’ll get it back eventually,” Milo said from behind the wheel.

Angel blinked, looking between the two in the front. “Am… Am I being kidnapped?”

Milo snorted. “Technically, you would already be kidnapped at this point if that’s what was happening.”

“But yeah, kind of,” Asher said.

David and Milo both groaned. “Ash!”

Asher lifted his hands in surrender. “I mean, no reason to lie to them too.”

 -

 David’s head was splitting. His arm was broken and his whole body ached. He hoped it was the only thing broken, but he wouldn’t put money on it. He wanted to get healed and go to bed. The last thing he wanted was a funny roadtrip adventure with Asher and this stranger from the woods.

“We’ll head for the department. They’ll have a healer and we can get a head start on the paperwork for this mess.” He pushed a thumb back at the unempowered human sitting behind him. “They can wipe their memory and drop them at the human hospital.”

It was the smart plan. The right plan. But David saw the way Angel’s eyes went wide and heard their pulse jump in panic. Their whole body tensed up, one hand grabbing at their seatbelt and twisting nervously. “Wipe my memory?”

They were scared. Really scared. And he realized it was the first time he’d seen them scared since the other wolves. They hadn’t really been scared when they were lost, and even less so when they found a giant injured wolf. They hadn’t been scared at nightfall or in the morning when they still weren’t found. They had been…hopeful and stubbornly optimist. Worse, this fear was aimed at him. He was scaring them.

“Aw, don’t worry,” Asher said, twisting around in his seat to look at the human. “It won’t hurt and you’ll be back to your normal life like none of this happened.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Angel asked, a desperate strain sneaking into their voice, like something was tightening inside their chest.

David didn’t like this.

And he didn’t like the way it made his instincts feel ragged.

Milo snorted in the front seat. “Just sit back and relax,” he said and then frowned at Asher next to him. “And you, sit your ass down and buckle up!”

Asher ignored him, chin on the headrest. “It’s going to be okay,” he tried again.

Angel twisted the seatbelt against their chest. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear. Just drop me off and I’ll get home on my own.”

Asher frowned.

Something in David’s chest hurt and it wasn’t his ribs. He didn’t like the pleading smallness of their voice. He didn’t like the way fear was staining their scent.

“Please,” Angel tried again, unshed tears shining in their eyes. “I promise.” They looked to David with naked fear. “I won’t tell. Just forget you saw me.”

David couldn’t think before the words came out. “Okay. Shut up.”

Angel snapped their mouth shut. It would have been comical if it weren’t for the one tear that bounced off their lashes.

David groaned and leaned his head back. Asher was staring at him.

“Milo, drive us to my place and call your mom.”

Milo watched him in the rearview mirror.

Asher broke the stretch of silence by stage whispering to Milo, “I think he has a head injury…”

Milo nodded imperceptibly.

David groaned and closed his eyes. “Then Marie can heal it and we’ll go from there.”

Angel leaned forward in increments, like they thought he wouldn’t notice, reaching out and gesturing for Asher to pass them their backpack.

“Don’t,” David said without opening his eyes. “No phone for the human for now.”

Angel didn’t argue or make anymore remarks about being kidnapped. He was pretty sure they were still working under the assumption that their stay of mind wiping was contingent on shutting up. He let himself fall asleep, wondering how long they’d actually stay quiet.

The answer was actually a little over an hour, until they’d gotten back to Dahlia and both of them woke up again.

“Am I still being kidnapped?” Angel asked, voice quiet like if they whispered it wouldn’t count.

David bit the inside of his lip to keep from smiling, forcing a stern frown instead. “Yes.”

Angel nodded, like they had suspected it and it wasn’t so bad. “If I’m going to be kidnapped all night, can I just call to let people know they don’t need to look for me?” they whispered quickly.

Asher was grinning. Milo rolled his eyes and parked in front of David’s building.

David growled lowly.

Angel put up their hands and sat back. “Yep. Sorry.” They did the zipper motion in front of their mouth.

“Your instincts are the worst,” he griped. “First you tried to feed and pet a wild animal.”

“I didn’t try…”

“And now you think you’re kidnapped but going along with it.”

“David…” Milo said in a gently warning tone.

“Should I kick and scream?” Angel asked.

Asher laughed, getting out of the truck and then opening David’s door. He didn’t move right away though, glaring at Angel instead. “If you were actually being kidnapped? Fuck yes! You’re in a car with three men twice your size—”

“Three times at least for you…” Angel muttered.

“And we’re going to take you upstairs to my apartment and you’re just going to toddle along with us?”

“David…” Milo again.

Angel blinked across the backseat at him. They were dirty and tired, circles under their eyes and hair a mess, but somehow they still looked so open. “Are you saying you’re going to assault me?”

David physically recoiled at the idea, a growl deep in his chest. “No. Of course we aren’t!” His ribs ached but fuck his ribs.

Milo had killed the engine and gotten out, opening the door on Angel’s side. He reached in and grabbed their arm, like they might make a run for it. David snapped off a quick snarl without thinking, leaning deeper into the cab, toward Angel and Milo. He almost reached out, almost grabbed this unempowered human to pull them away from Milo.

Milo’s eyes went big. He let go of Angel almost as quickly as he’d laid a hand on them, palm open and up like proof.

Angel blinked at David and then smiled slowly. “…You like me.”

David blinked back, realizing what he’d done, and groaned. “Fuck you.” He turned to get out of the car, finding it a lot harder than he’d expected.

On the sidewalk, Asher waved Angel out of the cab too and led them inside the apartment building. “You know, you’re my first kidnappee,” he said, wearing their backpack. It looks absurdly small and bright on him.

Angel looked up at him, cheeks still streaked in tears and dirt, but beaming. “Really?” They sounded excited.

Insane. They were both insane.

Milo stood close by.

David winced. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why… I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” He knew Milo wasn’t going to hurt Angel. He knew Milo wouldn’t hurt anyone who didn’t definitely have it coming.

Milo shook his head and stepped closer.

“Really, Milo. I’m sorry. And you’re right about what we should have done but I just…” He looked at the building where Asher and Angel had gone. “I can’t.”

Milo nodded and waited.

David sighed and tried to take a step away from the car, having to stop and will his legs not to give out. He needed help. His whole body hurt in a way that was seriously threatening to drop him on the pavement. He lifted his good arm and Milo stepped into his side, like that was exactly what he’d been waiting for—like he’d known there was no way David would make it to the door on his own but being Milo, he wasn’t going to point it out.

Milo easily took his weight and walking him inside. “So… do you really have a head injury or are you into this human?”

David groaned. “I don’t know. Hopefully a head injury…”

Milo huffed a laugh, hitting the button for the elevator. “You had us scared, you know…”

David looked at Milo, wondering if he was still talking about the human and his bad choices surrounding them. No, that wasn’t it. He meant the fall and disappearing for a night in the woods. David sighed and begrudgingly admitted, “They might have saved me.”

Milo glanced up at him on the elevator like he expected it to be a joke, sobering when he realized it wasn’t.

They’d given him water and food.

They’d howled.

That was how Milo and Asher had found him.

Milo nodded and half-carried David down the hall to his apartment, Asher standing in the open doorway and talking to Angel about David’s video game selection.

“For fuck’s sake, don’t let them touch my shit!” David groused.

Asher pouted. “Oh come on, big guy, we can’t kidnap them and not give them anything to do.”

“Stop saying we kidnapped them,” he growled in a whisper. Someone was going to overhear them and call the police. Although, with Angel’s survival skill deficiency, they’d probably lie to the cops if they knocked on the door.

David would have definitely chosen to stretch out on his bed if it weren’t for Angel on his couch. He settled in the corner and put his legs up on that arm of the sectional.

Angel was on the floor going through his games. “Jesus, these are all awful.”

Asher snorted.

“Fuck you,” David ground out, letting his heavy lids drag shut.

Milo was on the phone with his mom in the other room.

“Ash, water,” David mumbled.

Asher jumped to, in the kitchen and back in a flash. He held out a bottle of water to David.

David blinked at it and then frowned and shook his head, pushing Asher’s arm in the direction of the human.

Asher grinned and David pointedly closed his eyes again.

“Oh, thanks!” Angel chimed when Asher offered them the water.

David listened to them gulp it down and felt something deep in his core ease a little

Angel’s stomach rumbled.

David sighed. “Ash…Order food.”

“On it!”

David almost fell asleep listening to Asher order an incredible quantity of food. And then he realized Angel had scooted over to sit on the floor beside him, wedged against the corner of the couch, their shoulder to his hip. “Thanks,” they said softly. “I promise, I really won’t tell anyone.”

David sighed, resisting the strong urge to touch them.

Marie got there sooner than the food, and to David’s dismay, he did not have a head injury.

He did have two broken ribs, a broken arm, and an unempowered human with a direct line to pull at his heart.

Marie could only heal the bones.

[muldermuse]

hi! fox mulder being all cutely sad and mopey when his crush (reader) takes a week off from work, making him miss her sm that dana finds it so silly of him to do! and maybe when the reader returns he’s all so happy and does the case better hahah

ty for the request!!! i did it like hcs bc it's fun to write

Fox Mulder is struggling, you are off with sickness and he's calling you every 3 hours to make sure you're okay. He's desperate to see you, just to try and make you feel even 1% better.

he's dropped off soup (your stomach is too upset to eat it)

he's dropped off a new vhs (your head hurts too much to look at a screen)

the last time, he dropped off a huge bouquet of flowers (your nose is too blocked to smell them)

the case that he has is not important, I mean Scully and Skinner are telling him that it is but to Fox?? nah, not interested

when he and Scully are out questioning ay leads and investigating the area, all she can hear is him huffing and tutting. When speaking to locals, he's doodling in his pad as Scully asks questions

in the office, he's not much better. He's completely unable to focus on the task at hand and is spending the majority of his time throwing self made paper balls through the basketball hoop on the back of the door

this goes on for a few days but as you still feel unwell- Fox goes from being largely uninterested in work to being outright miserable

when he walks in, there's no greeting, it's just a nod and straight to his desk. shoes on the table and staring at the ceiling until he's pleading with Scully to go upstairs and get him a coffee because he's too sad and mopey to do it himself

"she has the flu Mulder, she'll be back in a few days"

"you said that a few days ago and here we are" he shoots her a look and then IMMEDIATELY remembers that this is Dr Dana Scully, she raises an eyebrow at him and he mumbles an apology into his coffee cup

"how long are you going to be miserable for?" she asks with a smirk

"maybe forever" he sighs

"apparently, she's coming back to work tomorrow so..."

before Scully can even FINISH her sentence, he's sat up in his chair reaching for the phone, as he goes to dial the final digit in your number he hears a giggle from across the room and sees Scully laughing at him

"that's the quickest i've seen you move all week"

relief washes over him when you answer the phone and you sound BETTER like not as horrifically ill like u did previously, ur apologetic for not calling him earlier but you've been sleeping and he's apologising back for calling so much and he can see Scully shaking her head at the sap that he has become

once the phone call is done, he's a new man. seemingly reborn. he's quizzing Scully on her notes from the investigation and questioning all the motives of those involved

the case is basically cracked by the end of the day

but when he goes to look through his notes for clarification and it's just sad doodles of clouds and frowny faces lmao

[doctorhouse5343]

Last Christmas (Love In The Lab)

Christmas soon came along in the Endlesstein home and Morpheus was determined to make it the best for his son, who had slowly adjusted to his new life..well, undead life. While it was clear that he would never be the same little boy that he was before the accident, the little ray of sunshine still had the most bright smile that could rival with the stars. While his boyfriend was busy unwrapping gifts with Orpheus, the doctor was stuck waiting outside for his sibling Desire (he didn't want to see them, they nagged until he gave in), who insisted on giving him and Hob gifts because 'It's Christmas, we haven't seen see eachother for a long time and your boyfriend is family so no buts'. He sighed, pulling his scarf close to his chin in apprehension, dreading the potential greeting as he waited. And waited

But it was Des, the sibling that was never on time so it had to be expected. They obviously would come later than the hour they said that they'd show up at (fashionably late they called it, but to Dr. Endlesstein it was more a 'How fast can I annoy my big brother before it gets my legs broken in a basement?' kind of game to them), and by now the wilted wild rose bush looked like a very nice spot to jump in. When his sibling's car finally came into view, the mad man made sure to give the tardy the deadliest glare he ever gave anyone, they have. The bright smile and the elegant way that they walked to him was all that it took to make Morpheus wish to escape; he did no effort to hide it either "Oh sweet Dream, still as mopey as I remembered...Well I guess it's good that love didn't change you all that much, I would have missed that frowny face" Before he could deliver a scalding reply, he felt his cheeks get pinched by elegant fingers, earning a yelp out of him.

"Awww, someone missed me!!" Desire chuckled as they dragged Morpheus in a hug, which he tried to get out of "Not quite, now please unhand me, sibling" The reply got a chuckle out of them as they went on "Despair couldn't make it, too busy making shirts for her rats but she sends her regards" They then gave their brother two gift bags "The penguin is for you, the stag is for your beau" The doctor took the two bags, looking at them at last. Des' blond hair was neatly combed, their lipstick and makeup flawless and their smile was as mischievous as it always but it was with warmth that they returned his gaze "Merry Christmas, Morpheus". As they turned to walk away, the antisocial chickadee called out to them "Merry Christmas to you as well, Desire...And," He sighed, trying to get the words out, "Thank you for the gifts, it was truly appreciated"

"Any time, big brother" With those words exchanged, the doctor returned to the warmth of his humble abode top be greeted by a teary faced Hob and a very happy Orpheus (who proceeded to give his Dad a big hug) "Hob, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting down next to the journalist, who chuckled a bit after sniffling a bit "It's nothing love, just got a bit emotional, is all" Before the dark chickadee could get more answers, he saw his little star tug at his boyfriend's sleeve and, with the brightest smile of joy, say "Papa!"

Soon, he also felt himself go teary eyed "Yes Orphey, he's your Papa" Morpheus then rested his head against Hob's shoulder "I love you" Hob murmured as the pair exchanged gifts, happy and merry as a family

[nxrseryclouds]

🩹 DADDIES NEED BANDAIDS TOO

Pairing: Caregiver!Johnny Cage x Reader (Gender Neutral Pronouns Used: They/Them)

Synopsis: After an incredibly long day on his newest film set, Johnny returns home bruised more than usual. However you know the exact solution to all his booboo troubles! Bandaids!

Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Soft Feels, Regression

Warnings: Use of Pet Names (Daddy, ETC), Bruise and Wound Mention, Fight Mention.

Word Count: 781 Words

Author’s Notes: This is my first time writing or posting this sort of content so please be kind! I plan on writing more content like this when I’m able to but for now please enjoy this fluffiness!

Boring. Today had been strangely quiet for [Your Name]. It wasn’t necessarily unusual for that to be so, but they wouldn’t say they liked it. Quiet allowed time for thinking, too much thinking. Which meant they spent the last several hours drifting back and forth, in and out of their regressed headspace. They weren’t unable to handle it alone, just that they heavily preferred the company of their Caregiver. However Hollywood could never cut Johnny Cage any slack, whisked away for the newest and biggest project that his name would surely be plastered all over. If it made decent money and had plenty action? He was there. That man adored his name in the spotlight, the center of attention playing important characters on the big screen. His calling had always been acting, and he did an excellent job slipping into every role. His movies weren’t always appropriate to watch while regressed, certainly not a good chunk of them at the very least. Between the semi-realistic fight scenes and the rather graphic swears, he made it clear that they shouldn’t be watched without his supervision. Though [Your Name] was also quite the rascal from time to time, wanting to see Johnny work his movie magic as showed up to save the day or punch another bad guy in the face! Much too focused on the movie, they hadn’t even realized their Caregiver was making his way inside. Johnny’s keys rattled briefly until he managed to push the door open with a foot. His hands too bruised for him to strain them further than they already were. What called the Little’s attention to the Living Room was the tired sigh that was followed by a certain someone flopping against the cushions. He sprawled himself out, glancing over to see a lingering figure in his peripheral vision. They tilted their head, waiting to be beckoned by their Caregiver.

‘No need to hide over there Cupcake, come take a seat.’ He gestured for them to settle beside him, the cushion had room enough for a certain Little. They shuffled carefully, settling down as they looked over at Johnny. Exhausted was one word to describe him, it was hard to miss the bruises and scuffs that littered him too. Their face twisted in a slight frown, which then caught Cage’s attention almost immediately.

‘What’s with the frown? Worried about me my little Movie Star?’

“Your hands…” They spoke softly, though they came out a bit babbled and slurred.

‘Just a rough day on set, nothing your totally amazing Daddy can’t handle!’ He tried his best attempt at cheering them up but to no avail. Cage’s brows knitted together in brief thought on possible solutions to the case of frownies his Little was sporting, that is until they beat him to the punchline.

“I has a solution, sit still Mr. Daddy Cage.” They quickly toddled off without lingering protest from the man, he was just curious to see what they’d produce. To which they had surprised him by coming back with two complete handfuls of bandaids. Themes and colors were mixed together like it was no one’s business. Paw Patrol, Blue’s Clues, Disney, Bluey, Spongebob, Hello Kitty, you name it and it was more than likely in that pile. One by one they carefully peeled the bandaids, sticking each individual one to a different bruise, scrape, or cut on Johnny. Fingers littered in the colorful bandaids, knuckles, wrists, and his arms too. Cage felt akin to a sticker book, but the love and very careful attention his Little provided was more than enough to cause a smile. A fond upturn of his lips, watching as they paid mind to where each booboo was. Each one was also granted a peck, followed by a very enthusiastic ‘MWAH’. To which his Little had assured him that “Kisses made everything better”. He didn’t doubt it for even a second, already feeling much more relaxed thanks to them. When they were finished they took his bandaged hands and smiled, their creative and healing masterpiece now completed!

“Is okay, sometimes Daddies need bandaids too.” They said cheerfully, erupting into a fit of laughter as they were pulled against their Caregiver. From their forehead, to their little temples, and yes even their adorable nose Johnny covered them in kisses as his show of gratitude.

‘Sometimes they do, and this Daddy is very thankful to have as attentive of a Little as you.’ Though it hadn’t been the evening they expected, it certainly wasn’t unwelcomed in the slightest. The two spent the rest of their evening eating pizza, watching some much more appropriate movies, and per the “Doctor’s” orders- cuddling up together.

The End.

[astradreaming]

Last Man Standing...

A/N: It's mostly the Marble Hornets storyline but I sort of added the Creepypasta proxy storyline (at least for Hoodie), so I hope it makes sense <3 ♡ Hope you enjoy it! Have a good day/night lovely's ♡ Word count: 1,215

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You hadn't heard from your beloved boyfriend, Tim in a couple days. Although it wasn't something that was necessarily unusual as of lately he'd become more and more distant. Leaving unannounced from your flat randomly, not calling or texting for days at a time and not seeing each other in person sometimes for as long as a couple of weeks at a time.

He'd brush it off, different excuses each time, his boss wanted him to work overtime, an old college friend needed help with some film, his friend needed help finding his missing girlfriend. It was all very strange and didn't help soothe your anxieties and worries.

However every time he'd come over, come home. He'd be himself. He'd be apologetic and make up for the days he'd missed with you. It wasn't until one night he'd banged on your door at 3am. His hair was a mess, clothes were equally dirty. Standing next to him a also tired and messed up Jay who stood behind Tim awkwardly.

The two had cleaned up and you'd heated up some leftovers for them. After setting Jay up on the couch for what was left of the night. Tim hadn't wanted to talk about it, he'd said in the morning. Yet when morning came the pair were gone. That was three weeks ago. You hadn't heard from Tim or Jay. Neither responding to your call or texts.

Flicking through the Netflix shows, you decided to re-watch your favourite show for the hundredth time. Halfway through you got up to make a cup of tea. Trying to relax after your long day. Lately, you'd have a bad headache you couldn't get rid of. It never got worse it was just aching.

Just as the jug flicked off, finally finished boiling. Your phone rang. jay's caller ID glared up at you. Instantly picking it up, you were met with quiet static.

"Jay?"

Nothing. Static.

Then his voice. It seemed distant, he was yelling. Something about a school?

"Jay? What's going on? What school?" Pure confusion and worried filled your senses.

Alex! Alex's old school. What was he doing there?

"Jay, what's happened?"

He sounded scared, panicked like a wild animal. The static was coming back slowly. Something about Alex being dangerous and something about Tim?

"Is he okay?"

The static came back but you could make out a yelling, angry voice. Alex.

A loud bang rang out through the phone. It was loud like a- Like a gunshot!

"Jay!"

"Hello?"

The static got worse, so bad you had to pull the phone away from your ear. Then your phone cut out.

Looking back at your phone, the call ended apparently on jay's end. Then your phone died. Weird you'd just charged it...

Grabbing your keys, you run to your car. Alex's school. Only an hour or so away...

The school must have been on break. There was only Tim's car out the front. Seeing a hall down the road with the door flung open, you begin to run toward it.

Creaking open the door, the old wooden hall stretched out before you. Heading in you called for Tim. Turning a corner you reached a pair of glass doors, a figure lay still on the ground there. You quickly pushed the doors open, kneeling before the man in a ski mask. He was wearing a worn yellow hoodie, and the ski mask had a red stitched frowny face.

Just as you'd begun to remove his mask, he seemingly began to awake. What a strange place to sleep. But who were you to judge. He groaned and flinched away from the light grasp you had on the man.

"Are you alright?"

He seemed to be what you assumed was staring at you. Maybe he couldn't speak?

"Do you know where a Tim or Jay is? They're supposed to be here somewhere? Do you know them?"

All he did was stand up, and point to a set of dark brown doors across the room, before leaving where you just came from.

"O-okay thanks!" You managed to yell out as he'd left the room

On you went through the building...

Walking through a long dark decrepit hallway. There on one of the many doorways was a smeared bloody handprint, running into the room you were met with nothing. It was just another dusty empty room. Except for the small pool of blood on the floor near the wall... without its owner.

"Tim? Jay?" Your shaky voice echoed through the abandoned walls.

You decided to keep going forward. Finally reaching the end of the hallway, was a staircase going both up and down. Looking down, the further it went the darker it got, you couldn't even see the bottom.

Going against every horror movie ever, you went up the stairs. Turning around and around. Up and up. When you turned yet another corner, there lay a camera at your feet. Looking up at the stairs in front, Tim. Blood covering his hands up to his elbows, face down on the floor hanging off onto the stairs.

"Tim!"

Rushing up to him, your shaking hands grabbing his shoulders, turning him around.

"Tim, you've gotta wake up!" Shaking him as you had many other times when he would refuse to wake up earlier than he'd like in the mornings when he'd stay at your place.

"Tim, baby please" Your voice cracked. Tears stream down your face, falling onto his arm soaking in the blood.

You don't know how long you'd sat there holding onto him, trying to wipe the blood away with your hands, the blood now dried and stained both of you. When he jolted awake like he'd woke from a nightmare. His face contorted in pain, not physical that much you knew. His hands found you, clinging onto you a bit too tight to be comfortable but you couldn't feel it, too relieved to see him awake, alive.

"Tim w-"

He cut you off, hands cradling your face. His eyes scanned, searching you.

"Are- Are you hurt?" His voice was scratchy as if he'd been yelling for too long, he mumbled as if he didn't really want any other answer than 'No'.

"Are you? What happened? Where's Jay? Whose blood is that? Jay said something about Alex? W-"

"I-i'll explain it, explain everything" He sighed and placed his forehead against yours, eyes tightly shut.

"It'll be okay, everything's fine now."

"I don't understand Tim"

You were about to tell him about the man you'd seen earlier when a faint buzzing filled your head. It felt funny. Suddenly that was all you could focus on. The way it felt. Like tv static but inside your head.

Your sight on Tim became blurry, he seemed to look stressed, and scared. Even though he was right next to you, you could feel his hands on you, he seemed so far away. It was like he was getting further and further away. In the corner of your eye, blurry black tentacle-like things came closer as if the owner of said tentacles was right behind you. When suddenly all you saw was black. You could faintly hear the course yelling from Tim, after a while it all went quiet.

Was this Death? Or was this something else?

The Ark.

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

The Doctor's Regenerations (SPOILERS)

Young First Doctor (The one who went through the Academy) -- The Boy She Punched in the Face; The Boy Who Fell In Love With Her; The Boy Who Fell in Love with her at First Punch; The Time Lord in the Making She Saw the Most Potential In

The First Doctor — The Man She Punched In the Face Upon First Meeting Him; The Man She Changed For the Better, The Man Who Fell in Love With Her At First Punch

The Second Doctor — The Man Who Asked Her To Join Him; The Man She Started To Travel With; The Man Who Borrowed Her Tricks (Pretending to be less intelligent than they are)

The Third Doctor — The Man She Rescued; The Eternal Optimist; The Light To Her Darkness; The Incorrigible Show Off; The Action Hero

The Fourth Doctor — The Man Whose Butt She Had To Save; The Man Whose Eccentricity Matched Her Own

The Fifth Doctor — The Man With Odd Fashion; The Man With the Frowny Face; The Man Who Refused To Believe

The Sixth Doctor — The Man Who Thought He was Superior; The Man She Talked Down; The Man She Had To Leave; The Man Whose Hearts She Broke; The Man She Begged; The Man Who Broke Her Heart; The Man Who Had To Turn Her Down

The Seventh Doctor — The Chess Master; The Man She Barely Knew; The Man Who Hated Himself; The Man Who Hated His Hearts

The Eighth Doctor — The Man Who Believed It Was Never Too Late; The Man Who Never Gave Up Hope; The Doctor Who Watched Her Die

The War Doctor — The Man Who Had to End It All; The Man Who Thought He Had Lost Her

The Ninth Doctor — The Man Who Saved Her Sister; The Man Who Found Her; The Man Who Asked Her To Travel With Him; The Man Who Remembers

Tenth Doctor — The Man Who Helped Her Get Her Memories Back; The Man She Fell in Love With Again; The Lonely God; The Man Who Could Never Tell Her How He Felt; The Man Who Regrets

Eleventh Doctor — The Man Who Lost Her; The Man Who Would Always Love Her; The Man Who Forgets; The Raggedy Man; The Man Who Thought He Was Hot When He Was Clever; The Man Whose Hearts Broke When He Looked At Her; The Man With the Fez; The Man Who Flirts; The Man Who Had To Live Without Her; The Man Who Hearts Clara Healed

Twelfth Doctor —The Man She Never Got To Meet; The Man Who Accepts

Thirteenth Doctor — The Woman Who Missed Her

*If these descriptions are off, please let me know, I've never seen the Classic Doctor Who and I just looked up their personalities.*

*If there are titles I missed please comment on them.*

*I love Clara and I think Eleven was definitely in love with her, I haven’t gotten to Twelve though. I love River but I feel that Eleven’s feelings for Clara were more… I don’t know just the way he acts around her is more like a full-blown crush while with River it’s just flirting.*

*I'm waiting for the sixtieth anniversity to come out to see if David Tennant as the fourteenth Doctor is really considered that.*

[wolfsune09]

My headcannons on the S4+ Rider!

Includes heights, piercings, scars, and extra little deets. Click for quality!

Info +extra written under the cut:

Wolf09 (me!)

☆5'2

☆They/them

☆Demi, pan, enby

☆Semi-Droopy ears

☆Neurodivergent

☆Piercings: Helix cuff, lobes x3 (each side)

☆Short hair

☆Hourglass body

Mask:

◇5'4, Slouches so he appears to be 5'3

◇(later edit after chatting with other fans) Decided that he's 5'7 and appears to be 5'4, being tall enhances how lanky he looks

◇He/they

◇Ace, Pan, enby(won't put a lot of effort into a relationship but might be willing to hang out with someone a bit more often)

◇Thin/frail/lanky build (he barely swings his roller, and I doubt he works out)

◇Droopiest ears

◇Long tentacles, can't be bothered to upkeep them, also ties them low

◇Insomniac :(

◇Rectangle body type

◇Stickers on gasmask consist of: Cyan squid, Non-binary flag, frowny face

◇Blush spreads to ears easily

◇Piercings: Industrial, cheeks

Army:

♧5'3, stands at full height

♧He/him

♧Bi, male leaning

♧OCTOLING!

♧paints his mask on while doing his daily makeup routine

♧Frowns to make eyes appear smaller

♧Keeps mouth closed when frowning to hide his teeth. May wear fake fangs if he knows he'll be on tv or something, (though his teeth aren't that sharp anyways)

♧Parents own Forge tm

♧Small waist

♧Long coattails

Aloha:

♡5'8

♡He/She/They

♡Pan, male leaning

♡Trans scars

♡Wavy, bubbly-looking(?) Tentacles, glittery too

♡FRECKLES, AND LOTS OF EM'

♡Wears tentacles mid/high up

♡Slim-ish/Athletic build

♡Ears are pointed up

♡Pear shaped body

♡Piercings: Helix, snake bites, tongue, left lobe-cuff, tragus

Rider:

□6'1

□He/him

□Gay

□Spiky hair tie (it's actually a choker that me made smaller to fit around his tentacles comfortably)

□Pointy tentacles

□SANITIZED SCARRING! Eye stayed cyan too

□Ears are half up, and pointy

□Rectangle body type

□Very strong build, it's cannon that he likes heavy weapons and c'mon he mains a gold dynamo what did you expect. Buuuut it's in his genes to be on the thinner side, so he appears to have less muscle

□Piercings: Left brow, Helix, Lobes(1R 2L)

Skull:

♤6'4

♤He/they

♤Demi, Gay

♤Hair points right up, sometimes just topples over forward and rests on his head(Avi does his hair most of the time)

♤Big hands, big feet, big everything, he's giant

♤Sharp fangs

♤Lots of intense tan lines, it's funny to see his mask slip a little and see the different tones

♤Built like a truck, like dude, he has to keep his arms in the same position for how long with such a heavy weapon???? And he can't move it one bit or he might miss?? Respect for this dude tbh

Also,,

Man wtf he's so tall. I'm fun sized.this isn't fair.

[dragonmuse]

(TheArtBoss noticed that Stede admits to being briefly attracted to Izzy when he beats up that guy in Sing a New Song and asked for Stede’s POV on that moment) 

Stede only caught the tail end of Justin Case’s debut (and so far only) appearance. He’d been busy de-dragging backstage. Being on the road was putting his skin through hell, so he’d been faster to remove makeup. He’d been talking idly to Eddy when they both realized music had been playing irregularly for a bit and also no one else had come backstage. 

They made it out to hear Izzy crooning ‘every me and every you’  as he went from kneeling to standing with impressive alacrity. Stede couldn’t do that without making a few sad noises these days. On his feet, Izzy staggered to stage right and to Stede’s surprise a hand came out, grabbed the chain and yanked him out of view. 

“Any idea what that’s about, honey?” Stede asked over the audience’s smattering of applause and wolf whistles. 

“Not a damn clue,” Eddy was staring at the spot Izzy had been. “Who knew he had it in him?” 

“It does seem out of-” Stede stopped, then wrinkled up his nose. “It’s Lucius’ birthday.” 

“Oh,” Eddy nodded slowly. “Right.”

“I think we’ve witnessed the end of  some kind of obscene mating ritual. This is worse than the Discovery channel.” 

Eddy laughed at him, “C’mon, I’ll buy you a drink. That’ll take the edge off.” 

With the impromptu number over, the bar had been rushed. It was hot, sticky. Stede decided to dip outside for a moment to cool off while Eddy used a combination of charm and brute force to get the bartender’s attention. 

Which meant that Stede stepped right outside just as Izzy landed a punch on a man who had at least a foot and probably about fifty pounds of muscle on him. The man went down hard and before he could push himself back up, Izzy leveled a kick so hard into his ribs that it landable with an audible crack. 

Izzy, in the streetlight, dark hair sweaty and loose around his face was heaving in breath like the air was trying to evade him. The tank top swayed, revealing an acre of pale skin and arms that were very defined.  

Stede said something to Lucius though the details got a little lost when Lucius pushed away from the wall and claimed the man with a barking command. 

Stede, flustered and a little heated, went back inside. Eddy hadn’t yet secured drinks (had it only been a minute or so? Maybe less), so Stede found an abandoned table and sunk into one of the chairs. 

“You all right, my love?” Eddy asked as they sat down beside him with two drinks. . 

“Oh yes,” he shook himself, taking the cool glass from them and pressing it against his face for a moment, then taking a sip. Just tonic water with lots of ice. “Thank you, honey. That’s perfect.” 

“I know what you like,” Eddy smiled. “So. What’d I miss? Roach came back in here crowing about a fight.” 

“Oh, Izzy beat someone up outside.”

“We’re...calm about this?” Eddy checked in, eyes going wide. 

“Given the state of things, I think the gentleman had attempted to do something to Lucius, so yes. Fine with it.” 

“Good, okay,” they relaxed  around their drink. “So what’s got you making the frowny face then?” 

“It occurred to me that I may have made some...incorrect assumptions about some things.” 

“All right, what kind?” Eddy sipped her drink. She’d taste like gin later, Stede thought. That would be delightful. 

“I thought...I don’t know, it’s foolish now that I have to put words to it. But I assumed that maybe you wound up sleeping with Izzy because of..mmm, convenience? Proximity?” 

“I mean yeah, sure,” Eddy tilted her head, “that was part of it.”

“But not all,” Stede nodded. “Of course it wouldn’t be. You were attracted to him. At some point.” 

“...yeah?” Eddy set down her drink. “Course I was. I wasn’t a gem, but I wasn’t the type to just stick it in any available hole.” 

“No! No, of course not. It wasn’t anything about you. I just never found the man palatable, let alone attractive, so I projected that out, I think. Onto you. Lucius too maybe.” 

“Love, you had to know Lucius has enough choices out there not to bother with someone he doesn’t think is hot.” 

“Yes, I do, truly,” he sighed. “I tried not to think about it maybe.” 

“And Iz beating the shit out of someone explained this to you?” 

Stede groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “Maybe.” 

“...oh love,” Eddy laughed at him and Stede knew he deserved it. “What is with you and finding gruesome beatdowns hot?” 

“I don’t know!” He said into his hands. “It’s horrible! Why am I like this?” 

“Probably could get some egghead to dissect it, but sometimes there’s no rhyme or reason to it,” Eddy patted him on the arm. “Look, when Izzy and I started up, he was...mm. Intense. Smoldering, there’s a word for it. I didn’t think about it too hard, but looking back...yeah I thought he was sexy as hell. Doubt he’d’ve believed me then if I said. Certainly wouldn’t now.” 

“You still find him attractive?” Stede peeked at her through his fingers. She leaned back and considered that. 

“Mm. Yeah, I guess. Suppose I prefer blonds now.” 

“Thank you, honey, but really I wasn’t asking out of jealousy. I just like to know these things about you. All the things about you.” 

“Then a thing about me is that the idea of putting my nethers anywhere near Israel ‘Fuck You’ Hands is about as appealing as putting my hand in a blender in this point of my life,” she shrugged. “But I get why Lucius is still into it. And why you may have had a moment.” 

“Half of a moment. A quarter. Microscopic slice,” Stede grumbled. 

“You can still hate him even if you think he’s attractive,” Eddy said soothingly. “Hell, an imagined hate fuck is a great thing to jerk of too.” 

“I don’t want a hate fuck.” 

“Not like a real one,” Eddy agreed. “But nothing is going to stop our heads from doing what they do. Just do me a favor?” 

“Mm.” 

“Don’t think about him while we’re doing it. I’d know somehow and I’d never be able to finish.” 

“Eddy!” 

She shrieked with laughter, even as Stede pouted indignantly at her. 

He did not jerk off imagining a hate fuck at any point on their trip. Once they got back home....well. That was between his hand and himself, thanks very much.

[kazhan-draws]

Hello, can I ask for 6 and 39 for either Bobadin or Mungrove for the otp relationship game?

Hiiiiii 😁👀🥰Thanks for the ask, I'm going to do both, because I obviously can't miss the opportunity to talk about Mungrove and Bobadin.

I'll go with Mungrove first and put the Bobadins in another post 😋

the questions if anyone wants to ask me more about ST ships

6. When did they realize they loved each other?  

Eddie realized he was in love with Billy after making him laugh with a stupid joke. It’s a mix of Eddie loving entertaining and getting the exact reaction he wanted out of Billy, knowing he can make Billy look and sound like that when few people can, how beautiful he thinks Billy is when he’s genuinely smiling and laughing, and how he kinda wants to do this forever. 

Billy realized he was in love with Eddie while Eddie was in the middle of ranting about something nerdy, getting all fired up and gesticulating dramatically about something Billy doesn’t give a shit about, but he’s still listening carefully because he loves watching Eddie move around, listening to him run his mouth non-stop, how passionate he gets about the things he loves, and those are all things that tend to annoy the shit out of Billy with anyone else, so maybe the explanation is simply that he’s in love with the guy.

More under the cut because I have Can't Shut Up About Those Two disease.

I like to think that Eddie’s the first one who realized he was in love with Billy, whether they’re together or not at the time, so he’s a few steps ahead when it comes to accepting it and working up the courage to say it. 

I also feel like he just Knows Billy loves him back, at some point. Obviously Billy doesn’t say anything, but it’s in the way he touches and looks at Eddie, it’s the small things he does for him, it’s the fact that Billy wouldn’t do a lot of things including allowing himself to be in a relationship with a man if he wasn’t head over heels for Eddie. 

I don’t think there’s a “oh” moment for Eddie where he realizes Billy loves him, it’s gradual, a steady thing he knows deep inside. 

As for when Billy realizes Eddie is in love with him… Well, Eddie has the tendency to say out loud whatever goes through his head when he’s getting a bit emotional or a lot into something, so. I think he’s very likely to just drop the L word out of nowhere. Like maybe they’re just chilling in Eddie’s bedroom and the light coming through the window hits Billy’s face just right and he’s all frowny and bitching about something but Eddie isn’t listening because he’s busy staring at the freckles on Billy’s face so he just. Says it.

Basically…

Billy: I need to take a loud shit, put some music on Eddie: I’m like, so in love with you

Or something like that. So that’s when Billy *truly* realizes his idiot boyfriend loves him too, because he had a feeling, you know, Eddie kinda shows him every day, but hearing it is what truly cements it, even if Eddie really has the worst timing—then again, a very ill-timed love confession is just so Eddie, Billy can’t really be too mad about it. 

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

If we’re going with canon couples… I think Max and Lucas, eventually, but that’s only because there are no other canon couples they’d have any reason to spend time with, much less get along with. 

Like, I’m sorry, but I don’t see Eddie or Billy ever getting along with Nancy, so that’s a no for Nancy/Jonathan. I don’t think Eddie is a big fan of Mike, and Billy would definitely have a soft spot for El, but “she needs to dump the Wheeler Rat”. Eddie definitely adores Dustin, but Billy can only stand very, very small doses before he wants to strangle the kid, and with Suzie in Utah… anyway they definitely wouldn’t get along with her either.

It’s not like we have other canon couples close to their age, because Robin and whatshername—Vickie aren’t really a thing yet (and also 🙄) and even if they were, I just don’t see it.

So, yeah, Max and Lucas, it’s just in the sake of maintaining peace at first, but I’d like to think it could become a lot more genuine through the years.

Now fanon couple, there’s only one I see them really getting along with and that’s Jonathan and Argyle. Argyle is chill and funny, he’s a calming presence for Billy, he’s just effortlessly kind and accepting and very good at defusing a situation, so it’s basically impossible to get mad at the guy, even when Billy is in A Mood. It’s kind of dangerous to leave Argyle and Eddie alone though, because they always seem to have the best (worst) ideas together. 

It’s also very dangerous to let Eddie and Jonathan talk music, because they will argue constantly. Jonathan is a pretty chill dude until you start shit with the people he loves or put him in the same room with Eddie Munson. It’s friendly and teasing at first, and then there’s yelling and it’s time for Billy and Argyle to intervene before it gets ugly.

Billy likes Jonathan, because the guy doesn’t look like much, but there is a fire inside him. It’s hard to get him angry but he can be a total bitch and it amuses Billy a lot. Also they don’t talk about it, but hey, team shitty dads! 

Anyway, yeah, I think the four of them would be very fun to put in a room together and study. 

[ritzcuit]

i always ask you about Datz so how about Daryan for that meme

YIPPEE

favorite thing about them

The he.,.,the all of it..the.. The pouty litttle face...the little mean baby face...his little cutie punk face he's like grrr im so scary my little frown...his latent delinquent energies even though they couldnt fully commit bc they had to at least pretend like he wasn't entirely a villain...but it's still there at the core of his character...the being a rhythm guitarist specifically it's like the ego of a guitarist but also an implied reliability he keeps the rhythm of the band he backs up klavier and helps him perform at his best (this is entirely a hallucination on my part)

least favorite thing about them

WHY IS HE A COP STOP BEING A COP!!!STOP BEING IN A POP BAND these are eqwually bad to me. quit your job join a cooler band

favorite line

unlike datz i guess i don't rly have a "favorite line" of daryans Even tho hes sooooo funny. but probably his "geeter's like a missing person, not lost 'n found, man." that line is SO cute to me. his geeter :( and the man. it has the same pouty vibe. HE'S SO CUTE!!!! oh wait but then there's "say 'hi' for me, ok? oh, and 'screw you'. and tell him i want into that crime scene!" i love his feisty little angry...it's so cute..im pinching his cheeks

brOTP

probably objectively klavdar goes here ... i just love Their Dynamic so much. they were friends objectively scientifically i shant let anyone forget it. klavier trusted that daryan...they were PARTNERS!!! OBJECTIVELY!!! even klavier is like.."its times like this when i start to miss daryan" when he's dealing with an Obstinate Detective like god i really wish we got to see them work together seriously besides the beginning of 4-3. like even when theyre bitching at each other they still work well together. Bc they r PARTNERS

OTP

if it's not klavdar then it has to be claydar ...my beloved pair the spares ship...i think it can be soooo cutie and add depth to both of their stories (insofar as clay has a story bc i know he's Literally Nothing) i just like them ok! i get embarrassed talking abt it specifically bc it's so Literally barely connected to canon in the slightest but that's why it's so fun...

nOTP

i saw daryan and kristoph the other day. Um

random headcanon

(coping)i think even if daryan wasn't able to get the cocoon to the chief justice (last i saw anyway) that all the news about the case caused a conversation + strings were pulled + the kid ended up getting his medication after all anyway...bc otherwise it would all have been in vain and the kid would LIKE DIE. Smiles. um other headcanon is him solo project under a new stage name after he gets out of jail...i just like to think about it......he could never quit music ok? and it has a more serious gothy heavy sound to it bc i hate pop music. I mean bc it fits emotionally or whatever.

unpopular opinion

HIS HAIR IS FINE LEAVE IT ALONE

song i associate with them

i have a whole playlist (linked in case anyone's curious smileys) but mostly it's twilight zone by golden earring, good good things by descendants, and kryptonite by 3 doors down ... none of those three are like, TOTALLY 100% daryan or anything it's just "i like this song and i think about him when i hear them" lmfao

favorite picture of them

CUTIE POUTIE FROWNIE SCOWLY FACE FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[knowlessman]

just start watching a new anime season at 1 am knowless, that's a normal person thing to do. (bnha s5e1-e6)

(recap, prominence burn) yeah that's gonna do the ole ozone a frighten. I think exxon-mobil is jealous -- oh yeah I forgot mineta was in this show. that was nice while it lasted.

"emergency drill, hypothetical villains have infiltrated ua grounds" hypothetical villains you say? they let gentle thief out of jail that early?

"About 80% of the human population -" have taken and failed the hero course and become shitty villains about it, yes, we know

ooh, new opening… I think? or maybe it's just been that long. -- shinso! it's shinso the homestuck! yo, it's all of class B! there's the dark souls helmet person, and the geico caveman, and the goomba girl (who apparently does have mushroom powers, judging from the outfit)! -- does shinso have attack ribbons like Eraser Head now? huh

(character intros) didn't realize heroes needed a special adjective in addition to their hero name

part of yaoyorozu's costume includes a book? an encyclopedia of some kind, I guess. in case she has to do physics-y problem-solving stuff on the job and create complex rigs. neat.

aoyama definitely doesn't have the kneepad lasers and stuff he did in the movie. maybe he gets 'em this season? maybe I or whatever site I got the watch order from was completely wrong about when to watch it? who knows

oh shit it's 2-D, y'all are fucked

just realized, I don't think we know what Hado's quirk is. (eh, more likely I just forgot)

pffft bakugo still couldn't figure out a name 'XD "if you won't let me call myself God Explosion Murder I will turn to face god and walk backwards into hell" -- welp, amajiki's dead. gorillaz needs a new lead -- wait did bakugo actually just kill him

(fucking marvel after credits scene) "that's the same pose all might did, isn't it" "no, I used my left arm, it's different" frowny man in a nutshell I guess -- also dancing boy's here, how about that

"episode 2: vestiges" after code vein that word is never not gonna make me think of spiky red crystals that put you in long-winded it's-a-small-world-ass memory lane dealies. so annoying they made you walk through them when they could just be cutscenes. at least when fallout 4 did the same exact thing, you could activate specific things in the scenes for additional lore.

"I heard you killed Snatch" I don't remember him either, but with a hero name like that, I could miss him more

"that's a bad scar." …ohhhhhhh shiiiiit 'XDDD damn, last time I remember this "oh-shit-somebody-just-waved-the-flag-at-the-bull" feeling was reading that one bit in, uhhhhhhhh I think it was the second Inheritance Trilogy book. …I don't interact with stories that do that very often okay, most stories that do that are probably too traumatic for my tastes

oh yeah, the thing with the Avatar spirits. the Allvatar spirits. -- (all for one showing off) "this one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl and I help them! yes I do" -- "vestiges of the previous owners" wait so this is literally like the vestiges from code vein then

…I thought shinso was in class B? eh, idfk

…lolwtf it's capture the flag but the flags are the players, this is wild

oh so asui can turn invisible now. she just… can do that. fancy.

k so shiozaki is poison ivy. I remember her vs kaminari being funny, but I forget why. could be she used feminine wiles, he doesn't make that hard to do -- is shiozaki's hero costume white robes because something something crown of thorns something something jesus, or am I reading too much into it

…bahahahahaha 'XD THAT's how shinso's quirk works! I forgot! they just gave him a voice changer!

"you used me as a decoy… what a sinful act" okay I was right about the jesus thing then. "now I must whip you" o-kay, potential weewoo tier then

(flashback to like the first ua invasion) …huh. froppy mentioned the toxic mucus thing way back then. also they are 100% gonna make her use that stomach thing someday and everybody is going to regret it

come to think of it, eraser head mentoring shinso does make a lot of sense. both of them have quirks whose only application involves taking agency away from other people, so there would've been an assumption that they must either be a hero or a villain. both chose hero, but still can't escape the correlation and the fear that other people would have of them.

ditto's costume (a fancy suit, it looks like) is pretty stupid for a guy who might have to accommodate for who knows what kind of new quirk on the fly. what if he needs to be able to grow wings or other limbs? what if he has to create materials out from his skin? he needs a teenage-sized version of Jack-Jack's onesie. "I didn't know the baby's powers, so I covered the basics."

okay so tokoyami and this kuroiro guy is a ship that just builds itself, huh -- (dark shadow's glitching out) "what is it? what's going on?" disagreeing with something he ate -- aw, kuroiro doesn't have a hero name yet… come to that, I forget what tokoyami's is

(flashback) "if you're not even letting me do anything, why did you pick me?" "we're birds of a feather." okay no yeah this hawks guy sucks

(tokoyami flying) deku: "it's as simple as columbus's egg idea!" columbus had an idea? wonder who he stole that from. … "an apocryphal story in which columbus, on being told that finding a new trade route was inevitable and no great accomplishment, challenged his critics to make an egg stand on its tip. columbus did it himself by tapping the egg on the table to flatten the tip." so, allegedly, columbus cheated in order to justify talking his stupid ass up. also the story's a ripoff of an earlier story about an architect, so that answers my follow-up question.

…and do these mushrooms, like, do anything? granted, they foil hagukure's invisibility and that's pretty neat, and I guess they give cover for kuroiro, but unless they also do cool weird shit they seem more like a nuisance to clean up after than anything else.

and how did they even find out kuroiro can control dark shadow without meeting tokoyami?

aoyama's hero name sucks

the mushrooms really don't do anything then. they aren't poisonous, they don't, idk, mind-control people or sap energy, they can't even grow really big…

kunikida wishes he had yaoyorozu's brains

"hey DM, I can cast Create Mushrooms targeting the space inside his lungs, right?" ah k so they do do anything at all

wait damn that was six episodes? uh, yeah, guess I'd better give it a rest

[devils-dares]

hey bestie! i was wondering if you'd be willing to write something between frank and a ray of sunshine partner? 🔪⛓️🖤😡 x 🥰💖💐☀️ is a dynamic so special to me (and honestly frank needs a little bit of that)

thank you my love, and I hope this helps!

thank YOU for this request!

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The only warning Frank gets before his partner jumps into his arms is a sharp gasp through smiling lips. He drops his bag with a thud as his arms snake around your waist and your legs wrap around his hips.

“You’re home!”

“Yeah, just got in.” He grunts out as you flutter kisses all over his face.

“I missed you so much. It’s been too empty here without you.”

“I was gone for… a day and a half?” He says, astounded that you’d begun to miss him that badly that quickly.

“Still too much time away.” You finally unwrap your legs as he places you gently on the ground.

He leaves the entryway to walk into the living room to find all of his guns missing and in their place sat the brightest flowers and art pieces painted by you. The gunpowder and grease stench was replaced by fresh air and the sweet scent from the flowers, and the kitchen was overflowing with baked goods. The couch and small tv had been moved to create more functional space, and the bed was moved across the room for space for what looked like a bigger dresser. He looks over at you as you were positively bouncing with excitement.

“‘Do you like it? I know I moved a bunch of stuff around and it probably doesn't look that practical but I love it so much because it gives me so much more room around here and I know what you’re going to say, that we aren’t going to be here for long but I thought that however long we’d stay we could make it feel like home and this feels like home to me and-“

”It’s fine, baby. I gotta go shower and then rest, but you can tell me all about it when I’m fresh, promise.” He throws his bag on the table and then walks over to the bathroom, the water in the shower running just a few seconds after he had shut the door. You sigh happily, knowing that Frank was home with you.

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As you and Frank maneuver around each other in the kitchen to scoop the dinner you made earlier into your plates, you notice how the dark tones of his clothing evened out the bright colors of yours. You loved to wear bright clothing, it seemed to bring your mind to peace when you could find an outfit that flowed together practically seamlessly. When you met Frank and came home with him for the first time and realized how dreary his life was, you vowed to bring a pop of life to this man’s life.

Sitting down after the two of you finish dinner and studying his face full of scars compared to your near flawless complexion, you find another difference between the two of you that you found to love.

“What are you thinking about, butterfly?” He asks, bringing a thumb out to stroke your face.

“Thinking about how different we are, Frankie.” He tenses up at that sentence, taking it the absolute opposite way you had intended it to sound.

“Not like that, broody! I love how different we are, it makes me feel all melty inside when I find something small I’ve changed about you.”

“You’ve changed a lot more about me than you realize. Now I gotta care for plants.”

“I’m introducing color in your closet next.”

“Absolutely not. How am I gonna call you butterfly if I’m all bedazzled out too?” That earns a snort from you and a smile from him.

“Alright, fine. You can keep the teenage emo clothing. But the bedazzling talk has got me excited at a prospect, just got to get my hands on one of your guns.”

“If you bedazzle my guns I’m breaking up with you.” You laugh and poke at his frowny face.

“Aw, cheer up! I was joking… mostly.”