#iiiii they fit so good together !!

[happyheidi]

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

(SFW) Hammer Knight going out for Valentines

Love me some Hammer Knight fluff~.

Elm was a woman who didn’t normally “go out”. At least not for fun. A large portion of her time was spent either fulfilling Atlas Military duties and doing missions for General Ironwood, alone or with the rest of the Ace Ops, and training or working out. Other than that, she usually stayed in her dorm, the barracks, or at least on Atlas.

Theeeen Jaune and her started dating. And that's when she started realizing how little time she spent enjoying herself or having "fun". Sure, she enjoyed training and working out, and doing missions and fighting was fun, but she didn’t actually go out of her way to do something just to enjoy herself.

So when Jaune started asking if she wanted to go OUT on dates, she was put a bit out of her comfort zone. She had been finding simply training or being alone together in their dorms sort of lackluster after so many times doing so, but she had no idea where to possibly go out for a date. So they came to an agreement. She would agree, but it was up to Jaune to decide where they went.

So when Valentine's Day rolled around, Jaune took her out again. He took her to a new restaurant. And it was great! She didn't have to wear anything fancy to fit in (she wouldn't be caught dead in a dress) and just wore some casual stuff like a dark jacket and jeans, the steak was delicious, she was able to get seconds, they got a secluded booth just the two of them away from a lot of traffic, their server was very good (although he was shocked to see one of the Ace Ops at the table), and Jaune talked with her the entire time! It was a great night!

Or so she thought.

They finished their dinner and Jaune paid. Usually she demanded they split the bill, but it was Valentine's day. They got up to leave, but then Jaune took her over to the second side of the building. Where people were dancing...

Noooope.

As the tall girl tried to back away from the dance area, Jaune took her hand and tried to lead her over. Elm wasn't having that and pulled her hand away. Jaune looked confused by her hesitance.

Elm could tell the question he wanted to ask, so she answered before he did. "Iiiii don't dance...

"Huh? Really?"

"I don't know how."

Jaune's eyes widened slightly in realization, but then he just grinned. "Look Elm, it's not about knowing how to dance. The one main trick to dancing is being able to just... go out there and move like nobody's watching. Because once you stop caring what other people think, you'll realize that you don't dance as bad as you think. You could also try to copy the kind of moves others are doing until you're comfortable."

Elm wasn't convinced by what he said though. She was confident, don't think otherwise, but that didn't mean she could just draw attention to herself like that. "I... I don't know."

Jaune looked at his girlfriend. It was really a bit strange to see her hesitant about anything, but he knew she wasn't comfortable and that was his main concern. "I have an idea." Jaune left for a minute and went to talk with a man in headphones who Elm assumed was in charge of the music. After a minute of talking, Elm watched him slide a Lien card over to the man and walk back over. "Okay, let's just wait a few minutes now."

"What for?"

"Something a bit easier."

So the couple waited. And as the fast music of the song ended, a much slower, less energetic song switched on. Some of the people on the floor looked confused, but the man with headphones grabbed a mic and spoke. "Next up is a song request from Jaune Arc."

Said man took Elm's hand again. He smiled as he looked at her. "This is slower, and will be easier for you. I'll tell you everything you need to do. Just give it a try, please?" Jaune gently pulled her towards the dance floor again and this time, she didn't hold back from him.

They walked over to the corner of the dance area and stopped, Jaune turning to face her. Elm still was unsure about what to do now though. "So uuuh... what do I do now?"

Jaune moved her hands to rest on his shoulders and gently placed his hands on her hips. "Now, we sway."

"What?"

"Like this." Jaune slowly started to shift his body, moving Elm a bit with him. "It's a slow dance, this is all you need to do." After a few sways by himself, Jaune smiled happily when he felt Elm start to move a bit with him. "That's it."

Elm looked straight at Jaune while she moved her body. It felt strange, being held and holding someone like this. And the swaying motion wasn’t exactly smooth at the start as she jerked a bit when the direction would change.

But Jaune’s eyes had a comfortable confidence in them. A confidence that she loved to see, but rarely did in Jaune. It was a confidence that was easily infectious and had no problem spreading to people around him. She only really saw it in him when he switched into “Leader Mode'' as his small orange teammate referred to it as. Seeing it here was a bit of a shock to Elm.

But she wouldn’t complain as that confidence did seem to find a way into her. She soon stopped focusing on all of the possible people watching them dance and instead focused on her boyfriend. Her movements got a bit smoother and her posture straightened up more. She wasn’t perfect, but she was enjoying herself.

As the song played on, Elm kept looking and Jaune, and he looked back. The two swayed in sync to their own tune that happened to be somewhat in time with the music. When the song began to end, Jaune finished up by flashing his teeth at Elm as he gave her his usual, lovable, dorky smile.

Elm was right earlier. It really was a great night.

[theratsareinspace]

Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader

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Chapter 14 ½

//Welcome to the meme chapter of Cigar Smoke and Metal!

//This is a total spoof chapter, means nothing for the lore of the series, etc.

//This isn’t a direct continuation of the next chapter… it kinda fits in more towards the beginning, but it’s my fic, so I’m writing it now. Inspired by the bros on the discord server.

//And yes, Chapter 15 is coming… eventually.

After returning from your weekly grocery run, you were restocking the pantry when static came over the PA system, followed by a melody you thought you wouldn’t ever hear again.

Doo doo, doo dooooo dooooooo, dodododoo, do, do do…

We’re no strangers to looooove…

You know the rules, and so do IIIII…

“What…” You put down the loaf of bread you were holding and went to investigate.

In the den, Heisenberg was sprawled out on the couch, a handle of whiskey in one hand and the P.A. microphone in the other. He smiled as you entered the room.

“Hahahahaaaaa! Igotchu!!!” He said, giggling uncontrollably.

“...what… Karl, how drunk are you?”

“I rickrolled youuuuu!!! Ahahahahahahahaah!!!” He took another swig from his bottle.

“You know that meme has been dead for nearly a decade, right?” You asked, putting a hand on your hip.

“Me-mes never die. They live forever!” He took a piece of scrap metal that was lying on the floor and launched it at the ceiling. “How many hits would it take to break a hole through the ceiling? A skylight in here would be nice.”

“Karl, you have a room with a skylight.” “You n’ Donna took that for your stupid tea-and-crumpets crap. I don’t think I could step foot in there.”

You sat down on the other end of the couch. “Can I have some whiskey? If you get to be drunk, I wanna be drunk, too.” “Sure, take it. I gotta warn you-- a little thing like you prolly can’t handle this stuff.” You took the bottle and chugged a quarter of the liquid. “Wooooo! That stuff’s good!”

Karl was taken aback. “You-- wow. Impressive.” “I know, darling.” You blew him a kiss. “You know, where I’m from, people go to nightclubs to drink till they’re sick and dance until the sun rises.” “That sounds fun. You’ll have to show me those when we get out of here.”

“I can show you now.” You stood, pulling him up with you. “Okay. You got any vodka?” “‘Course I do. Why?”

“We gotta do shots. That’s always the first thing you do in a nightclub.” He opened a panel in the wall, revealing a sprawling liquor collection. He got out a fancy bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. “How many do we take?” “As many as we can handle. First round!”

He poured the liquor into the shot glasses.

“Down the hatch!” You proclaimed as you slammed your glasses together and then took the shot.

“That stuff burns! Gimme more!” You spoke with a giggle.

Heisenberg obliged. Then again. And again. Both of you were now thoroughly wasted.

“That was funnnnnn…” He said as he slung an arm around your shoulder. “What happens next?”

“We daaaance!” You said excitedly.

“Wait, that ballroom crap? Count me out.”

“Do you have any fun in this hellhole? No. I mean fun dancing.”

“How do I--”

“You just feel it. Feel the beat and the rhythm and just… go.”

“That makes no sense. There isn’t a formula, or…”

“Not everything has a formula, mechanic head. Put a song on. One fun to sing and has a nice beat or summin’.”

He thought for a moment and pressed a button on the microphone.

You recognized the song he picked and began to shake your hips along to the beat.

Look out, I think Moto Moto likes you!!!

Once he saw you dancing, Heisenberg let loose. He was a total dad-dancer, but it only added to the nightclub vibe.

“I LIKE ‘EM BIG! I LIKE ‘EM CHUNKY!” You chorused.

“CHUNKY!” He echoed.

He somehow added bass, shaking the whole room and adding to your drunken dancing.

After the song ended, you expected Karl to be too tired to continue, but immediately another song came on.

Wooooahooooo, ooooo, oooo, caught in a bad romance…

You never expected him of all people to be into Lady Gaga, but it was a good song nonetheless. During the middle of the song, you turned to look at him, and the only words you could think of to describe him were ‘straight vibing’. He had shed his usual coat, hat, and glasses, and he tied his hair back. If you didn’t look too closely, you could mistake him for a nightclub goer.

Bad Romance wasn’t the only bop he picked, though. Karl proved to be a masterful DJ, selecting wonderful jams such as Caramelldansen, numerous titles by Fall Out Boy, a heavy metal cover of Bring Me To Life, and Cooking by the Book from LazyTown. He finished his selection with All Star by Smash Mouth.

His dancing was even better than his song choices. He danced like a stereotypical drunk dad at a wedding. Air guitar, the sprinkler, the robot, the dougie.. If it was a dad dance, he did it. He even did a few tiktok dances, making you double over laughing, which confused him. Eventually, you both collapsed on the couch, out of breath from your impromptu nightclub dancing.

“Now that we’re done with the dancin’, what happens?” He asked.

“Usually I’d go home with my friends and eat junk food.” You said, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face.

“Alriiiiight! Bring on the junk food, buttercup!”

You stood and stumbled to the kitchen, bringing back cookies you had baked earlier that day, a bag of puffy cheetos, and two cold beers from the fridge.

He turned on a movie and you proceeded to pig out for the next hour. He smoked cigars while occasionally stealing a cheeto out from under your nose.

You didn’t bother to clean up, opting instead to snuggle with Karl; you allowed him to be the big spoon for once.

“Tonight was fun, bumblebee…” He mumbled as he kissed the back of your neck.

“Mmph, I know… I’ll bring you to a real nightclub when we get out of this place. We can dress up in actual nightclub clothes, and eat bar snacks, and you’ll love it all.”

“As long as you’re there, I will.” You rolled your eyes and curled up in his arms, imagining nightclub shenanigans as you drifted off.

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Tagged by @rayadraws! thhHANK ////<3<3 1) How many works do you have on AO3? 28 2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 604,733 3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? JUST OPM //// 4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "Tumbling Down," "Lemongrass and Sleep," "Love Me, Love Me Not," "Extracurricular," and "What a Deal" 5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I WISH I WAS BETTER AT ANSWERING BUT I GET SO OVERWHELMED. I fucking LOVE every comment I get, i gobble it up and reread it a billion times, but...it takes me like ten, fifteen minutes to respond to just one a lot of the time and then i get anxious and distracted.... >< 6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I won't publish the angstiest thing I've written on AO3 'cause it's bad end "what if Genos died before either of them ever confessed" and it is TOO sad. So the closest to sad right now is "Suck Me Off" (It would be "Risky Business," but I'm in the process of writing the next part and it will immediately rescind that title XD) 7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? I mean Tumbling Down, but they do all end about the same--the boys together forever, and generally with at least one little girl 8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? I don't TooT 9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? ...No? I mean I'm sure I'd remember 10) Do you write smut? If so what kind? BOY HOWDY. Yes. Very much of it. It's also very, very feelsy and story-driven/dictating. I know PWP exists but I think I'm physically incapable of writing it. 11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? They're the only ones who know, if they did XD 12) Have you ever had a fic translated? I think!! Yes!! One! 13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not, and I'm a little nervous to. I like complete control of what I make >/////< 14) What’s your all time favorite ship? EGG AND TOASTERRR, that's my OTP T~~~~T Akuroku behind that, then Touya and Yuki from CCS behind that. 15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Technically none, I end my fics on spots where they could stand on their own on purpose so I never have the weight of a fic on my shoulders...except for "Risky Business," which was stressing me out, but I'm back to work on that. When it comes to writing it REALLY fucking pisses me off having things half-finished (moreso with drawn or constructed art, I'm not sure why), so I only take on things that I'm absolutely positive I can finish 16) What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good at speaking through a character and depicting what's going on through their POV to a really intimate level. I'm proud of the kind of really close third person voice I've built up over time. I think....I think I do pretty okay at showing and *only* telling when nothing else will hit the same way. I try really, really hard to tell a story the exact same way someone might experience it IRL, with all the interplay between external forces and internal voices. 17) What are your writing weaknesses? iiiii let the characters talk all they want. I know it's not good but BOY is it fun XD i also think i just....i really write a lot. like a LOT. it's easier for me, but I worry that i'm diluting the punch of what i'm doing because of it. 18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Sure! Why not! If it fits, it fits--even if you need to do some remodeling before you get there. 19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Technically Kingdom Hearts, but it's been looooong gone XD 20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? how dare you ask this question, i have no idea. Of course "Tumbling Down" is my giant, massive, enormous child, but like........I love "Risky Business" because of how fucking dumb Saitama is and how bitchy Genos acts, i love "Lemongrass and Sleep" because THE YEARNING (and i really like world-building that way///), i love "Dog Days, Summer Nights" because that's the closest thing to my natural writing voice, I LOOOOVE "Pinocchio" because I genuinely

do not think I will ever make a better character study of Genos than that fic, like......man, pick a limb for me to lose, I can't take just one

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Unless...? (Ch. 8)

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Steve Harrington wants to be best friends with Billy Hargrove.  He wants to marry him–as friends–so they’ll always be together, and he’s going crazy, trying not to be weird about it, and scare Billy off.  Also he’s in a band, and they run a bar.Billy’s buckling under an onslaught of friendly Harrington flirtation.  Also he’s just been hired as the new bartender. For Day 2 of Febuwhump, “I can’t take this anymore.”

In this chapter:  Billy's pretty drunk when he comes back to Steve's hotel room, and he wants to see Steve wear the thongs. 

Billy eventually hauled Steve back out of the bathroom—Steve was content to stand there forever, with Billy’s earnest, alcohol-redolent breath in his face, listening to him proclaim his undying affection—but Billy yanked his arm. “Come on,” he slurred. “Max’s gonna...give up on us.” Steve splashed some water on his hot face, and then trotted after his fiance.

“Did you just bone my brother on the bathroom counter,” Max asked crisply, not looking up from her menu as they approached the table.

“You know it,” Billy said, laughing, and squeezed Steve’s hand.

“Fuck no, that counter’s covered in like ten layers of old hand soap,” Steve said, making a face. “Billy deserves better than old hand soap.”

“Like the alley out back,” Billy muttered, dropping into the booth, and Steve sat too close, elbowing him.

“Like a honeymoon suite,” he countered, and got to hear Max and her brother groan, and watch Billy’s ears turn even redder.

“So I hear Steve has been proposing for like. Months,” she told Billy, who glared at Steve. “You never said a word.”

“He was letting me pine,” Steve said, grabbing the soju away as Billy poured more, and tossing it back.

“Yeah, no more for you,” Max said, grabbing the bottle, and filling her cup. “How come you were still dating that shithead, then?”

“Not enough brain cells,” Billy sighed, and Steve slid an arm around him, then pressed his luck, and a kiss to Billy’s temple, feeling it heat.

“We’re hoping our combined six brain cells are a little smarter,” Steve told Max, and she snorted a laugh—and then smiled a little softer, he thought, watching Billy as he leaned into Steve’s shoulder with a grumbly noise like a drunken bear.

“Thank you,” she mouthed, silently, and Steve flushed. “Be good to him or I’ll kill you,” she added, in a creepily sibilant whisper, and Billy mumbled inquiringly. Steve hugged his head, nodding back at her.

Steve had to half-heft Billy into his hotel room that night, full of barbequed meat and more liquor than was good for either of them, and then help him undress, sliding his hands down Billy’s ass and thighs to get his too-tight jeans off, and crouching between Billy’s knees to pull at his boots. Billy dropped back onto the mattress with a long sigh, and then Steve had to haul him back upright to tug at the buttons on his sleeves, and run his hands over the muscles of Billy’s shoulders to push the shirt off them. He kept pausing to look at Billy’s tattoos, or a couple times because the feel of Billy’s skin was distracting, warm, muscled, a little hairy on his arms and legs, and softer over his stomach and ass. Billy curled away from Steve’s hands on his abs.

“Quit it,” he mumbled. “You don’t care if I do my crunches, right, if I’m not...cut,” and Steve shook his head, running his knuckles over the soft curls that crept out of Billy’s pajama pants toward his bellybutton.

“Nah, you’re perfect,” he said honestly. “You’d be perfect if you turned into that blueberry from the Willy Wonka movie, y’know.”

“...s’weird you don’t give a shit,” Billy sighed, his whole body flushed with alcohol as he watched Steve’s knuckles stroke his side softly.

“If you’re too pretty, people are gonna keep following you home,” Steve told him. “And what if I just like, see you when I’m onstage, and I drop my guitar?”

Billy burst into cackling laughter, his eyes wide. “You think I’m pretty?” he asked breathlessly, and Steve snorted a laugh.

“I have eyes, man,” he told him, and Billy’s smile widened, lazy and delighted.

“You think I’m pretty,” he mumbled, still giggling.

“Of course I do,” Steve told him, reaching up to tuck Billy’s hair behind his ear, and cupping his warm, stubbly cheek to feel him smile. “You’d probably look way better in those thongs,” he sighed. “I look like a moron who forgot to wash his own underwear. Or like, those bastards at the laundromat, you know, that just steal whatever, and you’re like ‘what the hell did you want with one of every sock’.”

“Y-you put them on,” Billy choked out, pushing himself back upright to stare at Steve’s face, and Steve scrambled back, licking his lips. “You wore them?!”

“Uh,” Steve said, his cheeks heating. “I mean, just—just in case you were serious, I wanted it to fit.”

“...I wanna see,” Billy said, drunk and sincere, and Steve couldn’t believe those wide, hazy eyes were lying to him.

He grimaced. “Whatever you’re imagining, it’s probably gonna look more stupid than that.”

“It’s gonna be a religious experience,” Billy said, patting around the bed for his phone, and Steve groaned, rubbing his face.

“Why don’t you wear ‘em,” he tried, “—if you like the damn things so much.”

“You said,” Billy huffed, still slapping the bed for his phone, and pouting, so Steve sighed, grabbed Billy’s phone, slapped it into his outstretched hand, and dropped his pants. Billy made a noise like he’d swallowed a leaking helium balloon, and Steve heard the camera shutter noise.

“You send anybody that picture and I’ll—” break your face, was Steve’s first thought, but then he remembered Billy’s bruises. “—I’ll order pineapple and anchovies on every pizza for the next year.”

“...hurting yourself to hurt me,” Billy huffed.

“I can gag it down,” Steve told him triumphantly, and yanked his briefs off, to another strangled sound from Billy, and more shutter noises. “...I mean it, though, don’t send blackmail pictures to Robin.”

“...blackmail pictures,” Billy said weakly, as Steve set his jaw, closed his eyes, and pulled on the blue thong. His t-shirt partly covered it, thank god, he thought, because his dick was aware there was somebody on his bed even if Billy was a dude, and the friction of the satin was weird, so he had kind of the beginning of a hard-on. He sighed. Billy swallowed, his throat clicking like he needed something to drink. “...take the t-shirt off,” he whispered, and Steve stared back at him.

“Seriously?! You can see how it fits!”

“Come on,” Billy whispered, and Steve groaned, but yanked his t-shirt over his head to more shutter noises. He tried to ignore his stupid cock thinking fancy underwear meant anything on him, and stared past Billy at the ugly 80’s pink and grey motel art. “...you look like somebody’s pulling your teeth,” Billy said.

“...the hell you want,” Steve gritted out. “I look like an idiot.”

“Well, they got me to fucking...agree to marry you, right, you could look like it wasn’t the shittiest day of your life,” Billy said, glowering at his phone, and Steve sighed.

“Okay, what then? Should I like. Pose,” he asked, flexing half-heartedly, and Billy took a weird jerky breath.

“...you really...think you look bad in those,” he rasped out, and Steve snorted a laugh, frowning down.

“I’ve got elastic up my ass,” he said, squirming. “I’m not even sure how I thought they were sexy on women anymore, jesus.”

“You look like a centerfold,” Billy said hoarsely, and Steve—who’d spent nearly a year wondering whether he wanted to be around Billy or just be Billy—felt better instantly.

“...really?!” Steve asked, staring down at his untanned (compared to Billy’s) stomach, and his uninked arms. “...yeah, I’m hot, right?” he asked, laughing with relief. “I know I’m hot, huh, not everybody can look like you.” He twisted his body into a tits-and-ass superheroine pose, pursing his lips at Billy, who made a noise in his throat like he was dying. Steve snickered, and stuck his arm out and up to the side like he was Superman. “Truth, justice, and the American way,” he said, and Billy snorted a high-pitched laugh.

He’d half-covered his face, but he was still snapping pictures, and Steve couldn’t help wanting him to laugh harder, because Billy was cute, pink-cheeked with drink, giggling. Steve spread his arms, hearkening back to a long-ago role in the school production of My Fair Lady. “I have often slept/in this room before,” he began, throwing his arms wide, “—but the carpet always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am IIIII/several stories hiiiiiigh/knowing I’m in the room where you aaaaare—” he sang, and Billy burst out laughing, letting himself fall backwards on the bed cackling, his hands over his face.

Steve climbed up on the bed again, sitting on Billy’s legs like they were five, and kept going. “AND OHHHHHH, THE TOWERING FEELING,” he belted out, “—JUST TO KNOOOOW/SOMEHOW YOU ARE NEAR—”

Billy shoved at him, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, and turning a little to bury his face in the pillows.

Steve beamed, taking a quick breath. “THE OHHHHVERPOWERING FEELING/THAT ANY SECOND YOU MAY SUDDENLY APPEAR—” he paused, because the neighbors were banging on the walls again, and put his hands on his hips.

“Oh my god,” Billy wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes. “Stop, stop, before they throw us out, jesus christ you fucking loon.”

“Maybe they prefer Elton John,” Steve said thoughtfully, opening his mouth to try some of Your Song, and Billy tackled him to the bed, both hands over Steve’s mouth, which was suddenly kind of awkward, as Steve remembered he was wearing only a thong. He tried to sort of hum that he was disarmed and un-dangerous, but Billy glowered suspiciously, leaning harder to hold his hands over Steve’s mouth, his mouth still quirked as he shook a little with suppressed snickering.

Steve tried not to squirm. Billy’s pajama pants were soft and thin, and Steve could feel thigh muscles through them. Billy’s butt hovered right over his dick, barely bound by the scrap of satin and lace, and it was hard to think of anything but that couple of inches of space between Billy feeling safe as friends, and finding out Steve got idiotically turned on by people thinking he was funny and hot.

Billy was panting, still out of breath from laughing, his chest and abs flexing right before Steve’s eyes, so he closed them, feeling the heat spread over his face. “You gonna behave?” he hissed, and Steve considered shaking his head, so Billy would just...stay on top of him, maybe, maybe fell asleep there, while Steve spent an agonizing night trying not to squirm and Billy breathed contentedly into his neck.

He nodded, instead, and Billy pushed himself up to stretch.

“You’re insane,” he commented.

“Everybody serenades fiances,” Steve said indignantly. “I could read you poetry instead.”

“Holy fuck, no,” Billy hissed, reaching to slap a hand over Steve’s face again, and Steve kissed his hand. He snatched it back like Steve had burned him, swinging his leg off Steve to curl his whole body into the pillows, groaning. “Why are you like this,” he sighed, still laughing.

“You love me,” Steve pointed out, biting his lip uncertainly, and Billy sighed again.

“Yeah.”

Steve dropped down next to him, his shoulder against Billy’s back, and imagined he and Billy in their suits. “We got a fitting tomorrow,” he said softly. “For the suits.”

“...yeah, I know,” Billy said, leaning back against him. “You gonna wear the blue thong? Something borrowed and everything?”

Steve laughed. “Oh. I was thinking white lace. Weddings. Y’know.”

“You...thought about it,” Billy mumbled.

“Dude, I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Steve told him, pushing himself up on his elbows. “I keep thinking you’re gonna say it was all a joke. Thongs, seriously? I’ll wear ‘em every damn day if it keeps you around, man.”

“...bro,” Billy said, laughing into his pillow with kind of a whine.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, grimacing. He swung his legs off the bed, and grabbed his jeans off the floor. “I’m gonna shower,” he told Billy, who was sounding sleepy, and saw what was probably a nod.

In the bathroom, he stared at himself in the mirror again, and felt less shitty about being a man in satin and lace, because really, people could just...wear things, he figured, it wasn’t like the fabric cared. Billy’d looked happy as he laughed, and Steve smiled at the thought, and flexed again in the mirror. He was half-tempted to get a little apron or something and make Billy laugh his ass off again.

His dick still hadn’t gotten the message that it wouldn’t be getting any action, and he tried to ignore it fully peeking over the top of the elastic, and the damp spot from his reaction to getting thrown down on a bed. It’d be actually and metaphorically hard to sleep next to Billy without taking care of it, though, and he let himself thumb over the tip, biting back a groan, and trying not to think anything weird about Billy’s weight on him, or the muscles of his forearms as he held Steve down by the face.

He reminded himself of Tommy shoving his hand away, and stalking out of his life, and tried to think about tits as he climbed in the shower, his shoulders hunched.

The feeling wasn’t really the same, he told himself—he knew what he was feeling, watching a woman squeeze into a dress, and thinking about peeling her out of it, but it’d never been clear, as he tried to dress up like Han Solo, what exactly he wanted—to kiss him, or be him, or just be...as cool as him, or maybe just to have a janky spaceship to share with his very best friend.

He peeled out of the thong, his cheeks burning, and stepped into the shower, soaping his hand up. It only took a few yanks before he came over his fingers, thinking annoyingly neither of Billy nor an anonymous woman’s mouth, but ofTommy, how he’d shoved Steve against the doorjamb, and said “Yeah, why shouldn’t I go over to Carol’s again? What you got that’s better than her, huh?”

Steve had been bewildered when Tommy started yanking at his pants, but also drunk, and horny from the porn. The woman onscreen was still panting and begging, her tits jiggling, and it was hot with the heat of an Indiana summer, but their beers were cold. The sound of distant frogs nearly drowned out the grunting on the screen. Tommy’s hands were hot and tight, and at nineteen it didn’t take much. Steve’d woken deep under the surface of a hangover, looking around at his limp, sticky cock half out of his pants, and taken a shower before he even remembered what had happened the night before.

Tommy’d never picked up his calls again.

It hadn’t even been his idea, Steve didn’t think, scrubbing at his hair as his brain went over the familiar ground—Tommy’d yanked at his jeans, while Steve stared like a drunk idiot. He tried to remember—again—whether he’d leaned in too far, or seemed too willing, and growled, sticking his head under the showerhead.

After he towelled off, he slid into bed behind Billy, and slid an arm around him. Billy snorted powerfully, smacking his lips, and rolled over to grapple Steve in closer, smacking a kiss to Steve’s jaw. “...love...babe,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head into Steve’s neck, and tossing a thigh over his legs.

Steve lay motionless, his heart pounding, staring at the ceiling.

In the morning, Billy insisted they couldn’t be fitted together, and see each other before the wedding. Then he drove home.

After the gig the next night, Steve drove home after him. He slowed as he passed Billy’s apartment, but it was four-fifteen in the morning, and he was pretty sure that was grounds for divorce.

He couldn’t stop grinning, and typing text drafts to Billy he didn’t send, and checking the time, so finally he just cleaned—he scrubbed the whole fridge, and pulled all the popsicles and discount steak out to defrost the freezer. If he’d been female, he thought, with kind of a shivery feeling in his stomach, he’d have eaten the popsicles when Billy was over—just sucked them down until he gave himself brain freeze, leaning his head back so Billy could see the muscles working in his cheeks and throat. Steve bit his lips together, sighing, and gripped the counter, wishing the stupid, useless image wasn’t stuck in his head.

The sheets smelled kinda stale, so he washed them, and put another load of laundry in, before checking the time again, seeing it was too early to take Billy any breakfast, and flopping face-first on the couch with a groan.

He awoke to his phone ringing, and answered in a grunted slur of syllables even he couldn’t identify. It was Joyce Byers’ voice, he registered, his brain feeling like its tires were spinning in mud.

“Billy’s sick,” she told him. “He sounds awful. He’s by himself.”

“Enh,” Steve said. “Grungh.”

“...I thought you might be on the road,” she said. “Weren’t you coming back today?”

“M’I’m,” Steve mumbled, and rolled half on his side to prop himself up. “M’here. Drove...las’night.”

“Sorry to wake you, sweetie,” she said, sounding suspiciously like she was laughing. “He’s just as impatient to see you, hon. That’s why I called. He was smiling all night. I had to pinch his pink cheeks.”

“...my pink cheeks,” Steve muttered indignantly, and she laughed again.

“Go take him some cold medicine, okay? Maybe something hot to eat?”

Steve slapped his face a few times to try and get his brain back online, blinked, and frowned worriedly. “Is—is he okay?”

“Sounds like a question for the man himself. We’ve got this, if you don’t want to come in tonight,” she said. “Tell him not to worry about anything, and feel better!”

“O-okay,” Steve said, nodding.

“Make him take a nap too, sweetie,” she said, and hung up. Steve blinked at his phone, and then called Billy.

He didn’t answer.

Steve grimaced, sat down to work on the chords for his nearly-finished song, couldn’t focus, and cleaned the garage. He tried again an hour later, and got no response, so he waited a couple more hours, did all the dishes, and scrubbed the stove.

He kept thinking about being sick, and he started to want soup, so he rummaged through his cupboards, and then pulled out the cookbook Joyce had helped him pick out when he first started living on his own. It had chicken soup in it, and Steve studied the ingredients carefully, jotting them down.

When he got to the part of the recipe that said ‘if using noodles, add them now,’ he stalled out, staring helplessly. He side-eyed the phone, and didn’t call again—Billy was probably asleep, he reminded himself, and there Steve was, waking him up every god damn hour.

He went out and bought sick-person groceries—the soup ingredients, obviously. Kleenex, benadryl, cough syrup, cough drops—and popsicles in case Billy had a sore throat. He got two whole boxes, resolutely not thinking about either of them actually eating them. He got a loaf of bread to slice for thick crunchy toast, and a carton of eggs to soft-boil. He threw some fluffy slippers by the register in, and then circled around again when he remembered tea.

When he knocked on Billy’s door, he kept it fairly quiet, and busied himself setting up a bag with all the things Billy might want—there was no point in giving a sick person the raw carrots for the chicken soup. Just as he was trying to remember whether Billy had a toaster oven, the door opened, and Billy stared down at him, wrapped in a blanket. His nose and lips were red, chapped and peeling.

“Sorry I woke you up, I’ll go away,” Steve told him, standing up, and grabbing both bags of groceries. “But I just need to ask, rice or noodles?”

“Why are you going away,” Billy croaked.

“I, um,” Steve stumbled, uncertain. “But uh, I’m—I’m making chicken soup, so: rice, or noodles?”

“...you’re making me soup?” Billy sighed, leaning against the door jamb. “...what are you doing out here?”

“I brought you stuff,” Steve told him, wincing. “Uh, is it—can I come in?” Billy backed away, tottering over to blow his nose, and Steve came in and kicked the door shut with his feet.

It was both humid and cold, and Steve grimaced into the dim light, watching Billy curl up on the corner of the couch in his jeans and the sweatshirt from their work. He was surrounded by used kleenex. “...I brought…” Steve trailed off, as Billy tried to tuck the blanket over his toes, and not pull it off his head. “...why’s it so cold in here?” he asked, and Billy’s head jerked up.

“It’s fucking cold, right?! I knew the fucking thermostat wasn’t working—” he stopped, sighing.

“Okay, no,” Steve announced. “You’re coming to my place. I promise not to make you sign any, like, prenuptials, come on.”

“...I’m sick,” Billy told him, petulantly, as Steve found his shoes.

“That would be why,” Steve told him, battling to get one arm out of the blanket at a time, and push Billy’s arms into his coat. “You can figure out the thermostat later—I’ll call and fight with them, if you want—but I can see my breath in here.”

Billy submitted to being bundled down the stairs in untied shoes, his coat on, and his blanket wrapped around it, and Steve loaded the groceries back in, handing Billy the box of tissues.

“So,” Steve asked, as he shifted into reverse. “Noodles or rice? I bought both. We could try both, I guess,” he said, considering, and then realized Billy was trying to cover a laugh, which turned into a racking cough. He sounded like the seals at the zoo.

“I don’t give a shit,” he said, finally, when he could talk.

All my Harringrove fic!

[writinganothertime]

Love Language

pairing: blink x mush

warnings: none

story: fluff

time period: modern au

word count: 719

When Mush had first asked Blink out they had both been ecstatic. Their friends always told them they should date, it wasn’t a big deal they said, but there were always things in the way. But finally, finally, it had happened and they were together.

Blink had never felt so content. Mush was everything to him. And he liked telling him so. He was sitting on his bed, Mush’s head in his lap, petting his hair.

“I hope you by now how much you mean to me,” he said quietly.

Mush was dozing off but he opened his eyes, blinking slowly. A smile spread across his face.

“Of course I do, you tell me all the time.”

“Right sorry,” Blink looked away.

“Hey, no, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’m always ready to hear it again,” he reached up brushing his boyfriend’s cheek with his knuckles.

“Ok. You mean absolutely everything to me.”

“Sap,” Mush whispered.

He leaned upwards giving his boyfriend a quick kiss.

Blink gave him a small smile then looked away again. Mush knew him too well, there was something up.

He sat up shifting away slightly, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.”

“No don’t give me that.”

“It’s dumb, doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does, to me it does. Tell me.”

“How... how come you never say it back?”

“Say what?” Mush was genuinely confused.

Blink gestured vaguely with his hand, “y’know, anything. I always tell you how much I love you, care about you. You don’t usually say anything back, just turn it into a joke or a lame response.” He paused suddenly embarrassed, “whatever, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Well that was honest.

“Oh. Iiiii,” Mush drew out the word trying to sort this new information, “I didn’t realize I did that.” He thought about it a little more.

“We show love in different ways I think, I’m not sure what I do, but I see now that it’s not words. I’m sorry.” He placed a hand on Blink’s knee to make sure he had his attention. “I can try to say things back more often.”

Blink smiled, a real smile this time, “I never thought about that. You’ve heard of that though right? Love languages?”

“What? No.”

“Oh! There’s quizzes and things like that you can take. Knowing each other’s love language can and will help us.” He squeezed Mush’s hand. “You wanna take the test?”

“Yeah sure!” He settled back down, putting his head in Blink’s lap again.

“Ok, which do you prefer? Spending uninterrupted time with me or hearing “I love you”?”

“Spending time.”

“Ok, next: would you rather cook dinner with me or get a massage from me.”

Mush let out a short laugh for no apparent reason, “cook dinner.”

This went on for awhile, Blink reading the questions to Mush. Eventually he got the results.

“So, your top one is spending quality time with your significant other, and a close second is physical touch. That’s good to know.” Blink dropped a quick kiss on Mush’s forehead. “Look at that, we’re doing both right now.”

Mush grinned up at his boyfriend, “words is one of them right? ‘Cause that’s yours.”

“Yeah it is. I’m glad we figured this out.”

Blink had started petting Mush’s hair again at some point and he was getting very sleepy.

“Me too,” he mumbled.

“I’ll try to spend more time with you or touch you more often,” Blink said it quietly and sincerely, like a promise. Mush generally fell asleep pretty fast once he was sleepy so he might not even have heard him.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” Mush’s speech was slurred with sleep.

Blink laughed softly, “we are soulmates baby. I know that.”

Mush wiggled slightly trying to get more comfortable and Blink pulled the blanket over him.

He took the time to just admire this beautiful boy. This was probably ideal for Mush, he was laying on the person he loved most and they were spending time together. Now that he was asleep he probably wasn’t appreciating it but Blink hoped it did some good for him somehow.

He slid hand into Mush’s, loving how perfectly their hands seemed to fit, like puzzle pieces. They really were made for each other. Blink swore to himself he would never let him go.

[yamithediaperdork]

Inuyasha’s new pup Part four (Dear god it lives!)

the boys were only about 10 minutes into their walk and already Souta was starting to get a little nervous, feeling like maybe he had made a mistake coming into town in his diapers. the bulk between his legs had been fine for playing in the yard or waddling around the house but he was realizing albeit too late that it made him waddle in a fashion more then one mother they passed seemed to recognize and made the older ladies giggle, bring a blush to his cheek. "Uhhh Inuyasha..Let's say off hand I'm maybe having second thoughts.." Souta started as they passed a group of older girls and a few of them broke into a fit of giggles. Of course what Souta didn't know was that it wasn't because of him, but a comment that had been made about a boy from their class, but as any diaper dork who's braved a public waddling knows, you feel like everyone knows. "I'd say it's too little too late. Unless your starting to chafe, then I'll just carry you." Inuyasha said with a little smirk, holding the boy's improvised diaper bag with ease in one hand and offering his free arm. Souta mentally pictured it, Him on Inuyasha's hip and hugging him, the half demons strong arm under his pampered butt and blushed even worse and found himself wishing he'd tugged a baseball cap on to try and hide his face. "Uh, No thank you." Souta squeaked out and barely caught himself before his thumb slipped into his mouth. Inuyasha smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Your the boss apple sauce." he said cheerfully and then stopped and scanned the street signs. "IIIII don't suppose you know the way to this store you wanna go to do you?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Heh, Don't worry 'Yasha. I won't let you get lost and get grabbed by the dog catcher." Souta said, smirking and getting a bit of his old nerve back. Taking Inuyasha's hand he started to lead the way.

Of course Inuyasha knew what store the boy was talking about, it was call All-mart and Kagome had taken him there when they were having a Ramen noodle cup sale. But he could also see how scared and nervous his pup was getting and figured if he acted like he was the one who needed help, it would give Souta a boost of much needed confidence. Seeing the change in attuide as Souta lead the way Inuyasha knew he'd been right, and decided to lay it on a little more for the little guys sake as he saw a group of boy's around his age by a electronics store, watching a demo of a new game. "You know, I think I've gone though whole forests that weren't as confusing as this town. Plus it's not like I can just climb up a lamp post or the like to get my bearing." Inuyasha said and then smirked. "well, not again. your sister was less then pleased the last time.." He said and wagged his eyebrows as Souta giggle and put a hand over his mouth. "Why do I have NO trouble seeing you do that?" Souta giggled and drew a little bit of attention from a bigger boy who nudged one of his friend and pointed. "So which way do we go now?" Inuyasha asked, getting Souta in front of him and having the pup point and start to explain while he bared his fangs at the would be bully who suddenly decided the demo was MUCH more interesting then starting a scene. "Well we gotta go down that street till 9th, then hang a right an- Hey! Are you even listening? Sheesh, Maybe I need to get a leash for you. your hopeless." Souta sighed, unaware he'd just been saved. "heh, you might be onto something but I think we'll draw a little bit too much attention if you lead me around on a leash pup." Inuyasha said and ruffled the boys hair. "heh, True. Just stick close to me and I'll look  after you." Souta said.

7 minutes later and they were at the All-mart and browsing the aisles with a cart, Souta sitting in the part of the cart where the groceries were suppose to go but since they weren't picking up THAT much Inuyasha didn't see the harm. The diaper bag was in the front basket where Inuyasha had tried to convince Souta to sit at first but the boy had flat out refused and with Inuyasha not wanting the little guy to get too tired he had come up with the compromise. "Sooo I know we're mostly here for clothes and milk..but what do you say we load up on some chocolate and candy?" Souta asked, grinning impishly then getting a worried look on his face. "wait, can you HAVE chocolate? I don't want you to get sick!" Inuyasha chuckled at that and ruffled the pup's hair again, he was just so god damn cute. "Yeah don't worry, I'm not THAT much of a dog that some sweets will do me in. though I dunno how I feel about filling YOU up with sugar. your hyper enough as is." He teased and winked. "Pleassssssse?" Souta begged, bringing his hands together and clearly trying to muster every ounce of his cuteness into this one plea. Inuyasha had already been heading for the candy aisle before the plea and as such the cuteness attack just about melted him before he managed to look away. "Ok ok! Just turn the look off!" he said, holding up a hand as if to protect himself,then joked. "That's more powerful then a punch from half the demons I know!" "Beware the powers of my cuteness!" Souta giggled impishly but did as asked, thinking he now had a powerful attack all his own to use and started to try and think up names for it as the started to raid the shelf's of their chocolate treats.

With the cart loaded up with sweets and three jugs of milk the boys made they're way over to the diaper aisle and were floored by just HOW many choices there was for padding in Souta's size. "heh, guess little big guys like you are more common then we thought." Inuyasha commented. "Heh yeah..Geez I don't even know where to start." Souta said, rubbing the back of his head then standing up in the cart and holding his arms out for Inuyasha to get him out. Smirking the half demon did so and he let the little pup crinkle and waddle back and forth looking deep in thought. While Souta tried to pick out his padding Inuyasha spotted a few things he wanted to get for him non padding related and snagged a package of pacifiers and a couple of baby bottle's Souta could call all his own. He also grabbed a couple of pack of wipes and some baby powder and turned around to find Souta lugging two massive packs of diapers back with him. A quick scan of the packs showed they were just as thick if not a little thicker then the ones Souta was already wearing but these were 20 packs, which had Inuyasha raising a eyebrow and smirking. "Just how much do you plan on going before your mom and sister get back?" He teased, making Souta blush. "I uh..well I can put one back if yo-" Souta started, poking two fingers together and Inuyasha just put them both in the cart. "I Knew what I was signing up for today Pup. Don't worry." Inuyasha said then helped him back into the cart which was starting to get a little bit cramped. Still it beat making the little guy walk around and if Inuyasha was being honest semi made him feel like he was pushing the pup around in a stroller. Which he knew there was zero chance in getting Souta in a real one as they headed for the clothing department.

Souta giggled and squirmed a little in the shopping cart. Truthfully he was loving riding the cart, it made him feel like he was in a stroller but he figured if he tried to whine for one that would be too fair, PLUS there would be no way to sugar coat what a big baby he was if he was in one. 'Maybe if I can get Kagome to take me back to the past and take a stroller back then..not like -I- know anyone in the past.' He thought and giggled out loud. "Penny for your thoughts." Inuyasha said behind him as they traveled over to the boys wear section. "Nope! mu thoughts are SO profound you hafa pay 2 dollars for them!" Souta giggled and winked. "heh, Maybe later then.. Alright sooo.. I'll let you get to it..I don't know much about clothing sizes and stuff." Inuyasha said Helping Souta out. "Ummm oook butttt er.." and Souta squirmed a little, shifting on his heels. "whats wrong? do you need to pee?" Inuyasha asked. "W-What? No!" Souta huffed and then his bladder twitched, making him a liar. "Well kinda..but I wanted you to sit and check out the outfits I pick and tell me if they look good." Inuyasha chuckled and smirked. "I suppose I could, though believe it or not I'm not exactly up to date on fashion." he said in a mock whisper, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhh don't tell anyone!" "Your secret is safe with me." Souta giggled and then went and started to pick out some shorts and pants. Keeping in mind the trouble he had before he made sure to pick a few sizes above his normal size and then retreated to the changing room. He'd been tempted to grab a couple of tops that looked -really- cute but had been hit by a dose of reality when he say the prices and realized they didn't have a unlimited amount of funds. Stripping down to his top and his diaper and socks, Souta paused for a second looking at his reflection in the mirror in the changing room, god, the diaper looked sooo bulky from sucking up his sweat from the walk and he wiggled his hips a little and popped his thumb into his mouth and slapped his pamper butt, making a whomp sound. 'I'm SUCH a big baby!' he thought with a mental giggle. "Souta, you ok in there?" Came Inuyasha's worried voice, Snapping Souta out of big baby mode. "I heard a weird noise, do you need me to come in?" "N-No! I'm ok!" Souta squeaked, blushing and rubbing the back of his head, and then getting down to business.

In the end only two of the shorts Souta had grabbing worked with his diapers, a light tan cargo look that hide the diapers really well and a baggy cotton pair that was a red on the top and blue on the bottom, meeting in a wave pattern in the middle and would also do a good job hiding the padding. Souta had tried a pair of black jogging pants but the bulk had really stood out and the cargo pants he'd picked had sagged down at the waist and would flash the top of the padding. It wasn't the haul they'd been hoping for but at least it would mean Souta wouldn't be stuck in just diapers and a top when the one pair of shorts were being washed. with the pup back in the cart they went up to the check out (and had a brief argument with the cashier about whether or not they had loaded stuff into the make shift diaper bag till Inuyasha had opened it up for the clerk to see and brought a blush to her face that matched Souta's) and they they were out the door. "Hey, would you mind if I called us a cab? I know I promised a trip to a noodle stand but this is a lot to carry and I don't wanna risk the milk going off." Inuyasha said. "Only if it has a car seat for me." Souta giggled, then seemed to recall who he was talking to. "That was a joke!" "I figured as much Silly." Inuyasha chuckled and went to a pay phone to make the call and as he talked on the phone Souta started to squirm back and forth, and a soft poot or two (Or three or four) started to escape from his behind. Finishing up his call Inuyasha replaced the phone and came over to Souta and tried not to mind the smell of gas, and was thankful no one was too close to them though a young couple had taken notice. "Souta buddy, the cab will be here in about five minutes. do you think you can make it?" Inuyasha asked, keeping his voice low. "I-I'll try." The blushing diaper pup said and there was a soft hissing noise that only Inuyasha picked up on as the little pup flooded his diaper. "I'm just saying, we won't have time for a diaper change." Inuyasha said and rubbed the pup's back. "I..I Know..I'm trying Inuyasha." he whimpered and then his thumb found it's way into his mouth as he was semi hunching then standing up over and over. Credit given where it was due Souta held on till the cab was JUST pulling up but then he lost the battle and hunched over and LOUDLY filled the seat of his diapers, attracting lots of attention between the series of loud wet farts and well him crying out "I'M GOING BOOM BOOM!" and starting to bawl. the cab driver didn't look thrilled about having the smelly boy in his car but a glare from Inuyasha was all it took to convince him to keep his mouth shut and just roll down the windows.

A small part of Souta's mind knew that the car ride had only taken about 10 minutes at most, but as he sat in the back seat, face in Inuyasha's chest and sobbing, With every bump making him bounce in his stinky diapers, it felt like a hour. He rushed inside as best he could, waddling and cowboy walking and the diaper big time showing as Inuyasha handled the cab driver and getting everything inside. Souta went right to the backroom and tugged down his short, gagging as he noticed he had slightly leaked and then started the shower going before proceeding to slowly and carefully peel the tapes off and get the stinky diaper in the trash, holding his nose and then hopping in the shower. there was just no way he was waiting on Inuyasha to change him nor was he gonna try and clean himself up with toilet paper. (He'd tried it before after maybe having a uh-oh accident at school and had ended up clogging the toilet.) He was about halfway though washing when he heard the bathroom door open. "Souta buddy, you ok?" Inuyasha asked. "Y-yeah.. I'm just..I uh..Couldn't wait on you. I was leaking." He said. "I can see that. you get all cleaned up and I'll handle the shorts and taking care of the stinky diaper. Did um.. did you want anther diaper or did you wanna take a break?" Inuyasha asked. Souta paused from his washing and bit his lip.He DID wanna keep wearing but the accident in public had him a little rattled. "It's ok if you wanna take a break pup." Inuyasha added. "N-No..just..um..I wanna stay inside today now ok?" Souta said after a few more second. "That's ok. Meet me in your bedroom when you finish and I'll have everything ready." Inuyasha said and Souta could hear him picking things up. "oh, uh..don't forget to rinse out the tub though when your done." Inuyasha said then he left the room and it was already smelling better. "..He's the best big bro ever." Souta coo'ed and went back to washing up.

[needyoulikeaheartbeet]

FOLKLORE FIRST THOUGHTS

ft. very little editing LONG SONGS! LONG SONGS! AESTHETIC TITLE! 63 MINUTES!

1. the 1

PIANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg her voice is so soft if you wanted me you really shouldve showed IF YOU NEVER BLEED YOURE NEVER GONNA GROW OMG ALREADY A BANGER LINE OMG HOW SHE SINGS THE BRIDGE YESSSSSS THATS CATCHYYY

2. cardigan*

DEEP VOICE SULTRY OOOOOOOOOO the piano reminds me of jazz the IIIII hand under my sweatshirt baby kiss it better omg this is sexi ? OMGGGGGGGGGGGG wow the chorus and when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed you put me on and said i was your favourite WOW playing hide and seek part omg her voice the IIIII part is sooooooooo nice omg this is hot but sad but like NICE THE STRINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JADORE TELLEMENT you drew stars around my scars but now im bleeding THE STRINGS THE CHORUS THIS IS SO GOOOOOOOD IM CRYING PETER LOSING WENDY this is tugging on my heart strings... that bridge... wow... im literally crying tears rolled down my cheeks wow that was so beautiful im still crying LOL

3. the last great american dynasty

oo that twang-y in the distance im still crying from cardigan sorry all her what friends? was that bleeped? LOL [The clean version of the album on Spotify was available for me before the explicit version] omg how she sangboys you can HEAR her smiling i love it so much my precious bean THESE STORYTELLING LYRICS I NEED TO RELISTEN TO IT ALL STARLIGHT VIBES? omg i had a marvelous tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime <3

4. exile (FEAT BON IVER!!!! OMG?!!!)*

i love how much piano there is in this taylor i love it thank u WHAT A RICH VOICE youre not my homeland anymore?? so what am i defending nwo? im baby STRINGS!!!! <3 this reminds me of the last time kinda duet i cri balancing on breaking bridges im not your problem anymore so who am i offending omg wow her voice is so pretty i gave so many <3

5. my tears ricochet

omg the intro is nice is that her voice? or keyboard voices i didnt have it in myself to go with grace that electronic voice during chorus reminded me of getaway car... i c u jack + the beat... in the bridge wait wake? I NEED LYRICS TO FOLLOW ALONG SKFSKDFNS TOO DISTRACTED AND CONSUMED BY THE MUSIC [I was indeed distracted and not following the lyrics so I thought the wake was connected to one of the previous songs gskng I was like who died omg dummy]

6. mirrorball

ooo this sounds pretty from the start this sounds like a gem i find on youtube at 2 am when no one is around my dear! oooo i like AW SHINING JUST FOR YOU! IN HER HIGHEST HEELS, LOVE? That's so cute i can change eerything about me to try to fit in is SO relatable her vocals r so pretti aw this song makes me smile, the bridge was v cute [Little did I know when I’d relisten and read the lyrics that this song is not one to make you smile ma’am]

7. seven

this is different! this doesnt even sound like her omg but its so nice omg the verse hehe cute THE STRINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YES big fan aw is this from kids pov? pirates poor lil bb sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart wont tell no other

this is different but beautiful

8. august

oooo yes another youtube sounding gem with the quality of the music and her voice oh wow how she sang more OMG YES louder THIS IS NICE twisting in bed sheets aw cause u were never mine oh wow after second chorus the MUSIC YES THIS IS SO NICE IM SO HAPPY AND CONSUMED one ting? huh? cancel plans in case you call... omg

MEET ME BEHIND THE MALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you werent mine to lose aw... this song i like a lot

omg the story telling im crying i missed this so much it reminds me of fearless era this is so wow tat resumed loudly LOL i laff but omg this is like happy but sad at the same time THE STRINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I CANT THIS MUSIC IS SO NICE I WANT IT TO CONSUME ME AND JUST LISTEN TO IT FOREVER like an instrumental version. just driving. even this version. this was so nice. i missed storytelling like this. i adore

9. this is me trying

i like dis so far yes, another youtube gem ORCHESTRA my words shoot to kill when im mad i have a lo of regrets about that sphere omg at least im trying!!! wow ma'am that was so pretty ???? the build up to the bridge wow jack?

10. illicit affairs*

beautiful guitar, wow omg yes those vocals?? lil guys? or is that guitar i like oh wow yeah def an illicit affair huh this is pretty folk dis make me sad but excellent storytelling omg

clandestine meetings ooooo the BRIDGE YES omg !!!! youve shown me colours that you know i cant see with anyone else you taught me a secret language i cant speak with anyone else OWWWWWWW

11. invisible string

this is fun to dance to its so cute bad blood ? *side eye emoji* prechorus is really nice and catchy her voice is so nice ugh i like this bridge <3 is this about joe? chains around my demons one single thread of gold tied me to you!!!! centennial park blues then purple pink skies! lover <3

12. mad woman

nice piano and strings the beat o wow i hate you forever (... is this clean? fuck you forever?) UPDATE IT IS FUCK YOU FOREVER WOO! omg you found something to wrap your noose around w o w, that's so powerful women like hunting witches too; omg wanting me dead has brought you two together wow but when she sang it wow i love watching you climb over people like me wow this is pain :( the vocals in the background are so nice and add to the feeling it makes my tummy sad :(

those back vocals make me think she can still sing safe and sound live one day maybe so tha tmakes me happy though

13. epiphany

the intro feels like an epiphany lemme tell ya i close my eyes thats nice i dont understand whats happening i need lyrics to follow along but it sounds nice strings <3 does this have to do with the wake? the outro is so soothing british accent?

14. betty

country! this is country! COUNTRY! OMG SHES SINGING COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOO!!!!!!! LIKE ACCENT! OMG the classic storytelling... taylors so good at this my god the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you PARDY music between chorus and bridge UGH YES JAMES! YESSSS THE SOLO BREAKDOWN yes the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you i showed up at your party? aw! (and then you kicked me out LOL) will you have me will you love me will you kiss me on the porch aw shes so talented wtf. man aw standing in your cardigan kissing in my car again stopped at a street light you know i miss you aw [this was the clear trio clue lol]

15. peace

omg that guitar yes sexi rich deep yez thats so nice

that was catchy omg (when she started) OMG IT IS CENSORED...... i talk * with my friends? GIVE US THE UNCENSORED GOODIES CMON!!! oh i just saw the one thats explicit CLOWNS TO THE WEST WEY IT US aw the rains always gonna come when youre standing with me

16. hoax

so simple, vocals and piano wowie omg best laid plan around there the STRINGS are stunning. seriously stunning wow im obsessed this is nice sad feels the guitar added agh yes omg im gonna cry it still hurts beneath my scars when tey pulled me apart im cryin.... that part im cryin!!!!!!!!! THIS WHOLE BIT the background vocals are stunning her voice :( the stirngs :( the piano :( the guitar :( the simplicity :( me saying okay and nodding while crying

Note. The asterisk was me trying to decode which songs were part of the trio, but I kind of lost track and got confused once we hit Betty / I was too distracted by it being country hahaha

[syncogon]

sad only 480p version this time, and delayed. oh well, temptation too strong, and clips on the weibo looked promising, so let’s go

mjy sighhh i guess he’s just dumb not malicious but man

“the truth isn’t important” glasses shing. oh wow that hair swish tho that was like unnecessarily well animated hahaha

iiiii just want jhx to tell off yy!! i think that’d be great, what a faceslap! also wtf is this thing? iron supplements?? a spray? icy-hot? 铁打损伤喷雾?? god i spent like five minutes trying to mouse-trace those characters and i still don’t know if this is supposed to be significant or if it’s just significant that jhx caught yy doing shady shit 

anyway given music / context it seems jhx is annoyed at what yy is doing? so yay friggin finally. “our classes aren’t at nanhua” nice 

“xu-da” vs “xu-ge” hmm. anyway jhx don’t fall for the lies. jhx is like sx, annoying and chuuni but probably isn’t as obnoxiously awful as he first appears... probably.... maybe. 

goddd sucks that the full version of this op is kinda weird, because i LOVE this op so much like holy crap. jiyi bei yingfu huanxing.... 

man now im like stressed about the yf at the airport scene. trailer showed an airport. what’s gonna happennn

this exchange about dd feels so weird like it sounds like ctg is trying to explain they’re not in any pre-relationship or smth but maggie is like “i don’t mind” in a way that makes it sound like she wouldn’t mind if they’re together? what??? but whatever

ok i really enjoy this cr/yf dynamic. like i feel like it’s a bit ooc and yf as portrayed here is maybe too far on the acquiescence but also it’s really funny and sparks joy for me so i’ll buy it. i’m happy to see like established relationship stuff i think bc i generally don’t in the stuff i watch. speaking of which i’m super glad that they didn’t make the awful dumb move of trying to insert like Another wack love triangle drama dynamic thing in this like the fans want yecong and tianmai!!

wowwww it’s so nice how supportive cr is being tho like i love to see it!

handholding!! soft!! nice inversion of the earlier part where cr is bandaging his fingers. but like -

WHY DOES SHE HAVE MARKS/CALLUSES ON HER THUMB AND NOT HER PINKY??? like ok i have not played ukelele but i sure have my own share of stringed instrument finger calluses and you don’t?? press on the string with your thumb???

still, they’re trying, it’s a cute detail, i appreciate it. i liked that one wwgk review i watched yesterday that pointed out s1 was like a coming of age story disguised as a music story, whereas s2 is like a real music story.... 

wait this is incredibly cute wtf. oh my god. 

YF SIGHED/FACEPALMED AT THAT? COME ON!! WTF THAT’S SO RUDE? THAT WAS ACTUALLY LIKE PRETTY GOOD?? AND SHE DID THIS JUST FOR YOU? like maybe not performance ready but bro she’s learned for two days!! also holy shit the strumming animation is really good for smth like this im impressed! that reminds me of the like actually legit violin animation they showed in the trailer yo im so ready 

like i totally understand the frustration (damn, maggie’s face... 3 free performances? really?) but also i feel SO BAD FOR CR HERE this is so awkward oh my godddd at least ctg like tries to apologize to her (and cr’s reaction to this whole thing is also v solid, good for her) but still like damn 

aww ahh man im glad maggie still like! supports encourages cr here! that’s also char dev being able to like get past her own complicated emotions at least for this sort of gesture 

awwww i also like seeing maggie’s coping, the happiness philosophy i always thought that was super interesting. she’s a great char! and i think running is good

animators animate a girl running normally challenge

oh nice you have to walk a bit after sprinting, good

the train track scenes are so pretty wahhh 

does... does the track just end there? what

the ~significance~ of maggie now sharing this piece of her that used to be a yf thing, with ctg 

also excellent bgm - oh omg it’s og soul link remix!!! 

“i don’t want you to go” 

MY GOD HE’S FINALLY MAKING A REAL MOVE. and one based in real friendship. GOD FUCKING FINALLY CTG AAAAAA she’s cryyying man this exchange is also pretty cute ngl 

i can’t believe they figured this out a full 4 episodes before the finale 

this is so pretty here wahhhhhh i wanna ss the whole thing in 1080p 

awhhhhhh

they never released pink twilight shanghai!! i want this ver!!! 

aww yayyy open still cheering her on - YF BE NICE TO YOUR GF COME ON

haha this is like reverse of cr tutoring him - WAIT YEAH YF YOU WERE A SHITTY ASS STUDENT COMPARED TO HER BE EXTRA NICE 

also remixed dream i dig it! sounds like new lyrics? 

julliard hahahaha

dong dong goddess

HAHAHA did dd just steal ctg’s fries

ctg: expressing some deep thoughts

me: just watching dd

“forever confident, forever happy” 

wait sooooooo are they a thing now or what did that count as a confession

“and qing’er is finally here” WHAT’S THE TEAAAAA WE STILL DON’T REALLY KNOW

“im a guitarist this is fine” YOU GO DD I LOVE YOU 

BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE 

omg oyzq. you’d think they were trying to extort a confession from him. what the hell is this instrument he said what is a xiao 箫. A WOODEN FLUTE? YOOO THAT’S COOL my god PLEASE let us get some kickass trad/modern fusion music im so ready 

“i trust ouyang” ahhh double char surnames are cool

HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK

“because i’m about to have surgery on my knee” REALLY? REALLY? IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU’RE GOING TO JUSTIFY ALL THIS? FOLKS I AM LOSING MY SHIT I HAVEN’T LAUGHED OUT LOUD LIKE THIS IN SO LONG

ok this is interesting tho he’s not a dick for the hell of it it’s out of desperation or smth. but like half a year, oh no, what a horror. (i’m fresh out of hb feels ok you shaddap // tho i can also imagine the knife, like in lotus bloom, where they didn’t think szp’s injury was permanent). tho i do also like the “then we’ll be seniors we won’t have time to perform” but also that’s just a reminder that all of these ppl are like frigging 16 year olds and i still cannot take this seriously

i like “i didn’t expect, that i couldn’t give you the confidence to win”. god im so glad this confrontation is happening. man this feels like a wrap up already are they really spending all 3 last episodes on the competition? what’s the story gonna be? 

feel like he’d be less ugly with hairstyle that looked more consistently like this. anyway sucks that both of them are so ugly otherwise there’s some nice sun/moon (+stars?) imagery you can get going here

GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT 

pretty! i wanna save this hq

it’s this bgm!!! godd i just want this track so bad

an empty beach?? in china near shanghai??? 

anyway ahhh it’s the iconic beach shot! i like how the promo ver cuts out dd lmfao

wow nine episodes in and cookie finally gets a character moment??? cookieeeeeeee i missed you

ok i can’t ship them he calls her shifu but also THIS IS SUCH A CUTE FRIENDSHIP calling every day 10 minutes?? wow!! i love dongdong and i love cookie. also this hits different in covid times “no one says that we can’t be friends because of distance” 

oh i guess they are pushing this as a ship. meh.

wahhhhh. need this hq then i have more propic material. 

HE HAS COVID 

ah lang is VIBING oh to be the ah lang of my own life. parasurfing. walking into poles. 

wow this is so modern! the red bag thing! wow i do love this show flexing the modern-ness 

this is the mercedes benz arena im SURE of it ahhhh holy crap this crowd. oh to be in a crowd without mask

IT’S THIS DUDE AGAIN like the trailer spoiled this but if i found out this right here right now i would’ve lost my shit my god hahhaah

im like torn about how i feel about cr’s dress like idk if it fits her well even if it’s pretty

:<

oh im scared i hope this doesn’t become embarrassing 

:0

OMG THEY INCLUDED PENCIL SKETCH OF THAT S1 SCENE. HAHAHA. char growth yayyyyy

ok anyway im happy!! spent like an hour watching this or something lmao but good times!! much better than last ep HAHA yayyy im so glad we’re finally at the comp and lots of these little things have been tied up now im ready for new song drops!!!

[tiggyloo]

Okay so i need some help. can you give me examples on why Lars and Sadie didn't work out, and what did rebecca sugar even say about them??

IIIII don’t actually know if Rebecca or anyone else really said much about them?? But uhhh let’s see, examples

so I’m not gunna like. Go into any episodes rn so this is all off the top of my head

so first off, before ANYTHING, that first sign that it wouldn’t work out imo is from the first season, in Joking Victim. Sadie talks about how she covered for Lars so that he could get a video game and how they played together and “spent the whole night together” which she then gets a little awkward about when Steven comments that the game must have been a good one

Listen. That was definitely implying that they had sex that night, and you can’t tell me otherwise.

By the end of the episode, it’s pretty clear that the two never really talked about that after it happened, which was bad. Because it effected Sadie deeply and gave her a false idea of how much Lars actually cared about her.

And then there was the episode where Sadie trapped them on the island for,,,a while. Instead of talking to Lars about how she wanted to spend time with him, she just forced it. Lars proceeded to have a break down, and impulsively kissed her because of said breakdown. And then Sadie got mad about it even though it was technically her fault that it happened. Sure the two ended up KINDA better at the end but like.......that definitely soiled the relationship, even if it wasn’t mentioned later. The lasting effects were there

Lars and Sadie’s relationship, even outside of the romantic one, was always...difficult. They never talked enough. They never really FIT each other enough. So much of their relationship was caused by an outside force.

And I wouldn’t call their relationship unhealthy or anything like that, it just...wasn’t right for them. They frankly were never as happy with each other as they were with others.

[tyto11]

slowly handling shit: part 46, with revision

preface: i keep forgetting about this? so i think it’s time for a rework. namely: there’s too much stuff at once. if i could keep tabs on all this shit i would be a different person, so it’s trimmin’ time baby 

sleep: i’m cutting breakfast because i almost always eat breakfast. i don’t need to put smth here unless it needs to be checked on. my sleep is still iffy and it directly affects a lot of stuff so it’s staying. last week’s sleep? not super good; probably seven hours average. 

exercise: this section stays because it’s part of a year-long goal; i fell off of this a little and so did my record keeper so we’re likely starting anew 

fauna: i’ll keep the fauna part of flora and fauna because i just. always take care of my plants. apparently i’ve been overfeeding squishy because he’s too heavy and keeps falling off shit  

face care: keeping this because good god i need it. face care? who’s she? never heard of her. part of why this section suffers is that i don’t think about washing my face in the afternoon as a possibility. like. i could just wash my face after getting home from school if i forget in the morning/rush. i should try doing that. 

room cleaning: having this section doesn’t make much of a difference but it does make me think about what my room looks like, so i think it’s good to have. my room looks drastically different because i finally assembled a piece of ikea furniture to put my fern on, and i’vie been- using my desk??? wild times y’all 

socializing + how i’ve been: section combining! they’re pretty tied together, so might as well smush ‘em in one. i went to see my oldest friend today; i don’t think a lot about it but i’ve known them for over a decade. we’ve gone through a lot together. but also, they fit perfectly beneath my chin when we hug. OH SHIT MY EARRINGS I GOTTA GRAB EM ayy got em, i left them on the snack table last night. i’ve been doing a lot better in the long weekend than in the week; i think weekends are reset buttons for me. like, the pressure of school comes off and i can relax and unwind and deal with the feels i haven’t been able to deal with. if i’ve been tired as hell i can sleep for as long as i need to, i can hang out with friends, it’s real nice :) ik ideally i’d be able to recuperate during the week but i think first i need to get my sleep schedule down pat. i’m taking sleep hygiene as a first step? because i can use my laptop at my desk, away from my bed, it’ll help my brain associate my bed with sleep so i can get sleepy when i’m in it faster, fall asleep fast and sleep deeper. fun stuff! 

bonus things i’d like to mention: i have a dentist appointment wednesday :( last time i went to get fillings done tho it went really smoothly; they let me listen to music the whole way through and it really helped. i think i’ll put on some podcasts and listen to those this time? i’ve been relistening to dream boy and it’s real good :3 

spanish: i should cut spanish from here because- it doesn’t. i don’t do it regardless of this section’s existence. toodles to the spanish here- doesn’t mean i’m giving up on spanish; just means i’ll try smth else. 

music: i think i should cut music? because if i feel like doing music i do music. historically having this section hasn’t affected whether or not i actually. do music. so away it goes 

iiiii have plans to fold my laundry tonight and watch some youtube and then go to sleep 

[captawesomesauce]

Thoughts at 130am..

Date night is the best night...

Every night is really date night, but some nights are ... date-y-er than others. 

I am a big fan of date nights... of making that little extra effort for no other reason than it’s fun to date someone you love. Why only date strangers?!?!?! If you love that person, why not still do special and fun stuff to build the memories, reinforce the love and the fun?!?!?! 

Tonight started off with us cooking together. I love cooking with W. I’m not a bad cook but i’m definitely a novice... she knows some tricks with her wok, and together we’re all about learning new things and trying new things. it’s fun to be adventurous - and if it turns out shitty, just throw some shrimp and garlic in a pan and everything is right again in the world lol.

But tonight, we laid out the stuff for a Kaki fry, which is fried oysters and they came out so good. I flour’d them and she egg’d and panko’d them and then handed them to me to fry up real fast. 

We work so well together. We anticipate each others moves and we are never in each other’s way... we kind of just fit together so perfectly. But more than that, we have fun. We’re constantly talking, constantly joking, we’re constantly happy and communicating. 

While she was dipping the oysters in egg, I heard a commercial for public television which led to my coming up real close to her and saying in a deep southern drawl ... “Iiiii lawwwwk mahhhh tel-eeeee-vision the waayzzz ahhhh lawwwks mahhh urrrrr-eee-nation..... PUBLIC!”

It was a throw away joke, just something that popped into my head and I have no filter ever...

but fuck.. She BUSTED up laughing... just about died... which set me off because I love making her laugh and it’s literally my favorite thing to do. 

We were dead... just dead... laughing.

Other times I’ll just grab her around her waist, pull her close, and “Oh No’s!!!! KISS ATTACK!” .... and other times I’ll just nibble and kiss along her beautiful face and around her gorgeous eyes and make her so weak she can’t talk, can’t think, can barely stand... I have to make sure I hold onto her when I do it... but god I love to do it! 

After the great dinner, we watched Hitman’s Bodyguard... a total Mike movie, and she indulged me lol... but i loved it... it was really good, my kind of humor and Jackson and Reynolds were good together. ... 1 thing though... CARS DON’T EXPLODE!!! (pet peeve). We cuddled during the entire movie and it felt so good, it always does to hold her and to share those moments.

And here’s the thing... I know that at my age, and with my past history... this is just who I am... now, 5 years from now, 15 years from now... I’m pretty fucking consistent... and I’m just glad that the next 90 years we have together, it’s gonna be pretty damn amazing. 

[grimwatch]

Grimwatch Kinktober - Day 8 - Hex

Blood/Gore | Junkrat x GN Reader

Warning should be self evident but if wounds and blood make you squick please avoid this! Putting this under a read more for those who are squeamish. If you can’t access this due to Tumblr mobile being a dingus please send us an anon and I will find another way to get this to you!

also i know i’m behind pls bear with me i’m trying to catch up

It's rare enough to come across a proper house in the Outback. Rarer still to find one that hasn't yet been picked clean by other scavengers. You haven't looked in the windows yet - but the powerbox is intact, which means no one's stripped it for the copper, even though you can clearly make out the footprints coming and going. Two sets - or, one and a half, rather. One set bigger, deep marks in the dirt from heavy duty boots worn by a heavy duty man. The other one scrawny, small holes in place of a right foot.

Junkers, likely. Strange that they'd have a cache this far out from Junkertown - even stranger that they'd keep it well maintained like this. It's practically an invitation for scavengers.

Still, you're careful as you creep around the lot, circling, getting tighter and tighter with each round you make, scanning the dirt for anything suspect - traps or triggers, bombs waiting just under the surface. But you find nothing.

The sun beats down on your brow, sweat beading on your forehead and crawling down the side of your nose.

You check again.

----

The door has nothing rigged to it that you can figure out, but your heart still skips a beat when it creaks open. One breath. Two. There's no sound of a hidden spring. You slip past it gingerly.

On the inside, it definitely looks like a junker home - there's an odd mismatch of things scattered about the place like makeshift furnishings - one part of the living room oddly tidy, small teacups set down in a circle. The rest of it looks like something out of the omnic crisis; gears and grease and parts littering every available surface. It's not pretty, but there's an opportunity here that you can smell over the stale scent of oil and unwashed sweat.

If you can find their stash.

It's the only reason you can think of for them to be so far out here.

----

There's only one room left to check, and it's not the one you'd hoped for. You've spent a good part of the last twenty minutes combing carefully through each and every square foot of the small shack, but outside a disturbingly large collection of stuffed animals, you'd found nothing even remotely of value.

Which is why you find yourself staring down into the black void that awaits you - a cellar of some sort enshrouded by dark. You have to squint just to see the damn steps, but after a quick test for any tripwires, you descend. You spent a good while checking this place, and you'll be damned if you're leaving empty handed.

Unfortunately, it takes a few seconds too long for your eyes to adjust to the dark.

As your foot lands on the bottom step you hear a click and then a snap, and it's the sound of it that resonates with you when you fall, screaming. The distinct crunch of bone going up against metal, the victor decidedly not your shin. You swear. You curse and cry and shout while you writhe, fingers prodding gingerly, trying to work out how to get your leg loose while your brain sabotages you with panic, flooding your body with adrenaline that makes your fingers shake.

"Fuck!"

You suck in a breath, trembling from the effort of holding it in, trying to keep it together long enough to free yourself from the fucking metal monstrosity. You're so tense you can hear your teeth click against your jaw.

Tick tick tick.

Wait.

A bell goes off.

The detonation isn't big - more of a small, controlled explosion - but it's not the heat that gets you. Metal rips through your chest; small fragments that bury into your flesh and tear another scream from you, wetter this time. The ones that miss ping against objects in the dark - glass breaking where you can't see.

Your vision blurs with tears, your fists clenching and unclenching by your sides, breath wet hisses between teeth gritting so hard you feel like your jaw might snap. When you try to move, pain shoots through your body, your clothes sticking to you. Everything hurts - a struggle just to breathe when each shaky gasp seems to shift the metal inside you.

I'm going to die here.

The thought grips you with sudden clarity. You're in the middle of fuck-all nowhere with no way to get out. Your leg caught and shattered. Your body losing blood.

I'm going to die alone.

The sobbing doesn't help, but maybe at least this way, you'll bleed out faster.

----

"I told ya it'd work." Sharp. The voice pierces through your skull about as bad as the shrapnel had. Something scuffles by close to you - the scrape of a boot on wood and a quick 'thump, thump' to follow. "Didn't I tell ya Hog? I told ya, didn't I?"

There's a long-suffering sigh, echoey and muted, like someone talking from behind their hands. Your eyes crack open, unfocused, a dull ache littering points in your skin. Beady eyes peer down at you, sickly yellow, and for a moment you're certain you're face to face with a demon. But then he grins, backs up into the light and what you thought was a head shrouded in flames is just wild hair lit up by the sun.

"Had a nice kip?"

He licks his teeth and you're struck with the image of a hungry dingo; the irradiated ones in the far south, missing patches of fur and growing far too many teeth. You try to speak, but it just comes out as a wet rasp, the taste of metal filling your mouth, sending you into a fit of coughs that wracks your body with pain. He laughs, high and delirious.

"Iiiii wouldn't do that if I were you." He says it sing-song, bouncing up onto his toes, looming over where you lay. There's soot and grease smeared over his face, and an odd smell. Almost sweet. "Took ol' Hog long enough to get ya wrapped up, but you're still fulla holes."

You don't need a demonstration, but he gives you one anyway, pressing down on the dirty bandages now wrapped across your chest - red blooming alongside the hot burn that feels like it's searing you from the inside. Your scream comes out as a broken gargle, and he giggles in response, easing off the wound. There's a snort from your other side, but you're too busy trying not to aggravate the pain to look, your fists clenched right. It's only now that you realize they're bound - unable even to find some comfort in your own touch.

"Make sure you clean up."

That muffled voice again, then heavy footsteps, and your scrawny captor gets a look in his eye that makes your gut churn.

He springs up again when the door shuts, scrambling onto the edge of the worn mattress and jostling your mangled leg, and you grit your cry behind your teeth, the vein in your neck straining with the effort of holding back.

"Please..." you manage to rasp, at last, but he's far too busy inspecting the bandages wrapped around you, picking at the edges with metal fingers. You hiss as he brushes against another wound, and his head shoots up, wild eyed and grinning.

"Y'make some pretty sounds dontcha?"

It's strange - the steadiness of those hands when he peels back the sticky cloth, carefully unraveling the layers until he gets to bare skin. He stares at the small, pink wounds like he's fascinated. Then, eyes on you, brushes a thumb over the biggest one.

Your jaw clenches and you nearly break your teeth with how hard you grit them, the rough, low shout grating up your throat filling your mouth with more metal, your hands jerking against their binds. That look in his eye clouds, and the manic grin curls into something more contemplative.

"I like it."

He licks his teeth again. You watch the front of his shorts tent with a growing horror. It takes him just one movement to land himself in your lap - and you forget the pain in favour of thrashing, panic overriding self preservation. But with one leg useless and your hands struggling against the rough rope, you don't have much in the way of leverage.

He might look lanky - but there's dense muscle there that ripples when he curls over you, and he weighs enough to keep your hips from bucking him off. That cold seeping dread has your breath coming in short, shallow huffs, your eyes flicking about the room, instinct looking for a way out. He skims his hands up your sides. You close your eyes and wonder how long it'll take for you to die.

"Gotta get the scrap out." Your eyes shoot open. He's grinning, a finger poised over one of the bloody holes in your skin. "Get ya fixed up."

He presses his finger down and in, and for a moment your vision goes black. When you come to, you're already screaming, the feeling in your hands lost to the way the rope cuts into your wrists as you pull - nothing compared to the excruciating pain of him scratching his way down to the shard of metal buried in your gut. When he finally pulls it out, blood pools over the surface of your belly, forming thin rivulets that run down and drip over your side.

"Got one."

You're lightheaded, face wet with tears, and teeth stained red from the screaming - but he just continues with that thin, reedy laughter, flicking the metal off to the side. His palms smear the blood across your belly and up over your chest, and he drinks in the sight of his work like a painter inspecting his life's work. There's a noise in his throat, and he leans forward - putting his weight on your injuries, the jut of his cock clear as your blood soaks through his clothes - and he swipes his bloody finger across your nose.

"Y'know mate..." The sound of his voice is growing muted as your brain struggles to process through the constant pendulum of agony. Your wounds throb when he rubs his hands over them, but you can't even manage a whimper at this point. His breath is hot and sour over your face. "I really think red's your colour."

[darkicedragon]

Finished 114 of The Magnus Archives. 900 words again, though I think it’s mostly quotes, hah.

Think I’ve figured out why Tim and Martin hasn’t quite clicked with me: they’re both more focused on John than each other, though Martin does check in with Tim when he can. So trio possibility if/when Tim stops being quite as bristly, hm.

THERE ARE MORE RITUALS, OH NO.

Iiiiis the Eye malicious? And dunno, feel like that's humanising them a lot. XD; Like Michael said - they're just Being and if they feed off of despair and fear like humans feed on meat and plant matter, that's just how they ARE? I'm sure herbivore aliens would consider most humans malicious because we kill things to eat.

“No, they don’t FEED on it. They ARE it." EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 8DDD

"What? So you thought it was coincidence that unknowable alien consciousnesses from beyond our universe just so happen to basically be all the things we’re terrified of?" TRUUUUE, OH MY GAAAWD, THIS IS GREAT 8D

“Did they made themselves from our fears, or are they why we’re afraid?" Hngggg yes yes yes, love this worldbuilding/reveal and questioning it 8D

“Fears change. Fears are-are-are cultural." EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

“And like colours, some of these powers, they feed into or balance each other." Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Guess I picked a good place to pause before, before all the infodump. XDD

“No. There aren’t any god-like powers of hope, or love, or indigestion, or whatever. At not that I’ve seen. Just fear. I don’t know why." BECAUSE THIS IS A HORROR STORY, THAT'S WHY.

“Needing to know, even if your discoveries might destroy you.” “Is... is that me? Is... is that what I do?" JOHN, ELIAS LITERALLY SAID THIS TO YOU EARLIER. THIS IS WHY YOU'RE THE ARCHIVIST IN NAME AND PERSON. “The Stranger is the, the unknown. The uncanny." Yeeeeey, xenooooooo 83 83

SO MUCH INFODUMP OH MY GOD.

But yeah, also nice to just have it all laid out rather than dribs and drabs. But also also, with this much info, GERARD ISN'T GOING TO BE USEFUL AGAIN XD; So see ya pfft. Like with Leitner, haaa.

“Yeah. Being manipulated or puppeted. The worry you’re caught in a trap you can’t see." *LOOKS AT MARTIN* Martin keeps having these connections with spiders and HMM. Though Martin KNOWS he’s caught in a trap right now, hm hm.

“What? You think people are so special it’s only our fear that counts?" FUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

“Most of them, anyway. Takes centuries to build up to a level of power where they can try it," Eeeeeehehehe

“Why would anyone want that? Because some people just want to see the world burn. *bricked*

“She worked out they’d all be happening quite close together." EEEHEHEH OOOOH MAAAAN, SO JOHN'S PROBABLY GOING TO BE TRYING TO TAKE DOWN THE INSTITUTE IN THE FUTURE AS WELL LIKE GERTRUDE WAS ABOUT THE WATCHER’S CROWN.

Or maybe thinking about it at least before going a different route, something not as direct. Though I guess he's got less time than her now.....

"I always wanted my friends to call me Gerry." SCREEEEAM OMGGGG QAQ

[Adopts ‘Archivist voice’] Eehehe

“No. Elias sent me to pick him up. Didn’t want him grabbed again.” “Again?” XDD

”I looked down at my hands, and realised I’d picked up six knives from the kitchen drawer.” Haaa

“When I reached them they all turned to stare at the blades in my hand, and one by one they took whichever knife spoke to them. Ooooooooh BOY

Was wondering if they'd cleaned up after the murder. Guess not ahahaha.

Kinda interesting how this follows on from Julia, who'd hated the true crime people.

“Do you still have the dreams?" Hnnnnnnnnnnnng

Slaughter!daisy? She’s leans more towards Hunt, but I feel like she’s also kinda violent like slaughter, but I guess they can overlap. She’s not an avatar (yet) though, just a tendency/core. While Basira's went straight into gathering more information while trapped there, so she's a good fit. and possibly why Elias chose her to join, rather than Daisy.

“I mean, it looks like... C4?” ”Are you just saying that because it’s the only plastic explosive you’ve ever heard of?” EHEHEHEHEHHE

“M-Martin! Stop trying to touch the plastic explosive!” MARTIN WANTS TO TOUCH EEEEVERYTHING BWAHAHAH

“While many fall to the Powers through love or terror, sometimes it can be as simple as what you owe. After all, most debts are paid out of fear." Hnnnng yessss

“We’ve both seen our share of bodies, Gertrude," Hnnnnng

"Statement of Anya Villette, regarding a cleaning job on Hill Top Road." AAAAAH MAAAAN. THIS PLACE AGAIN.

“It opened to reveal stairs going down into a basement. Nobody had mentioned a basement. Not when they gave me the job, not on the floor plan they’d given me; I’d had absolutely no idea it was there." Noooononono

"I’ve half a mind to just go down and have a look at it myself, but... I don’t know. Ever since it first came up I’ve felt like it would be... just a very bad idea." Yeeeep

Aaaaaaah, Tim doesn’t know who to trust! qnq Sasha’s death hit him hard, awwww. But also nice that John’s the only one he can trust, because John’s so tied to the Institute.

GERTRUDE'S SKIIIIN AAAAAAAH She came back >_> In a way. So basically any person who’s assumed to be dead will show up one way or another, ahahahahah.

Daisys soooo happy with the explosives ahahah.

[radroller]

2, 4, 7, 12, 15, 23, 31, 33, 44, 49, 50

AH BLEU YOU ALWAYS GIVE ME SO MANY!!!!! Im glad, these are so dang fun to do!!!!!!!!

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Mmmmm not really. I don’t like playing favorites. If we’re talking about favorite to DRAW it’d either be Zenith or Roy.

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I SCARCELY talk about my major supervillains, and the reason why iiiiis.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

YES i am planning a story of sorts, and it features a bulk of my OCs (those beetle gals i made a month or so ago are not there for example.) My goal is to one day make a webcomic starring my OCs called Crackle Comics. I already have a title card made and everything. Now I just need to get better at art. And write the actual story. And learn how to draw backgrounds. And learn how to draw action scenes. And

12. Name an OCs that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

@daddy-pucci‘s Momo, @d-manaceattorney‘s royce, @pbnj-art‘s alison, to name a few. I don’t know all of my mutuals’ OCs BUT I WILL. IF ANY OF Y’ALL HAVE OCS I DON’T KNOW ABOUT I WILL HUNT THEM DOWN AND COMPLIMENT THEM IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DOOOOOO 

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Oh sure! I get a little excited and scatterbrained when i do though. I don’t get to talk about them often so i sorta gush.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

That’s gonna be slightly tough because ALL of them fit that bill. For example, Hana was gonna be a shy yet eager hero, and now she’s got more of a rude, blunt personality. She’s still very good natured, though!

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Monique’s blog would focus on shitposts and anime liveblogging. Also showing off her anime mecha model kits.

33. Your shyest OC?

None of my main OCs are exactly shy per-se. I guess Kirby would fit the bill though. She’s very outgoing under normal circumstances, but interacting with all these big superheroes tends to overwhelm her.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

I like the relationships a lot. Like Zenith, Roy, Monique and Jumpei are like a big family of weirdos, and Hana, Kirby and Lani are best friends rooming together in a spaceship. I like to think about my OCs just chilling, indulging their hobbies and talking to eachother. It makes me feel good.

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Probably Lani. Also Monique.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

Here’s a fun fact about my OCs! All of their names are references to different Superhero comic titles/writers/illustrators/characters/etc. For example:

Hana Gardner => Gardner Fox

Kirby Goldberg => Jack Kirby

Lani Alan => Alan Davis

Zenith Zogby => Grant Morrison’s Zenith

Roy Beck => C.C. Beck

[yamithediaperdork]

Trails of a bully (A malcore story)

The following story while being about malcore, is not the malcore from silly little god nor Malcore's lost bet. there's a multiverse of Malcore's out there folks, and it's best not to over think it. Malcore was a bully, A true blue grade 8 and 14 year old bully and he loved every second of it. He was one of the shortest kids at axmaina jr high but made up with it with a willingness to fight dirty, a nasty streak a mile wide, a friend who was a green belt in karate, and a big for his age friend. anytime malcore did find himself at risk of getting beat up he was quick to holler for a teacher and could cry at the drop of the dime, making him more then just a little loathed around the school, and made sure anyone who stuck around the school during lunch hour tried to avoid him and his friends. Today's target was a sixth grader who was about the same size as malcore and named Justin, and who had actually called malcore out for a showdown. Malcore wasn't worried though as he showed up, with Josh and his karate skills to the left of him and Jacob and his freakish power to the right. They had made it a goal to make every sixth grade boy cry at least ONCE this year and Justin was the last hold out and malcore was looking forward to settling this once and for all. with his dirty blond hair and green eyes Justin had a look most of the girls called handsome, as opposed to malcore who brown hair and brown eyes and MAYBE a hint of baby fat got him called 'cute' or 'adorable'..hardly things you wanted to hear in grade nine. the stupid blond smirked as malcore strolled up with his crew and it made Malcore hate his stupid handsome face even more. "About time you showed up. I was starting to think you got scared and wet yourself." Justin teased. Malcore stopped and glared at that insult, a blush coming to his cheeks. 'does..does he know..no it's just stupid banter' The bully thought and growled. "Awfully big words coming from a dead twerp." Malcore said, trying to sound tough but his voice came out as more of a squeak. The gathered kids from the other assorted grades laughed and Malcore's cheeks were burning now. "Awww did I touch a nerve there? or does baby need his diapies changed?" Justin asked in a mocking baby tone. "Oh that is IT! I'm gonna fucking enjoy this!" Malcore growled and rushed over tackling Justin down to the ground and started to wail away on the little shit as hard as he could. Josh and Jacob cheered him on as he bloodied the nose of the little shit but then Justin caught Malcore's next punch and held it with ease. "You have you're fun diaper baby? every dog gets one bite and that was yours." Justin said before grabbing malcore but the front of his red shirt tossing him off of him with seeming ease. Malcore yelped as he landed face first into a pile of dirt and got up spit the resulting mud out of his mouth and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "You think you're hot shit!?" Malcore practically screamed, though in his rage his voice had gone even higher and he sounded like a toddler having a fit, as least in tone. "Your in for it now! Jacob! Josh! FUCK THIS BITCH UP!" As soon as he called for them his trusty sidekick started towards Justin, Jacob glaring at the other students daring any of them to get involved. Justin didn't look worried however and actually just tsked and took out his smart phone and smiled at Malcore. "Call them off baby Malcore, or I press play." Justin said. Malcore tilted his head to the side and squinted to make out the video, then his eyes went wide as he recognized the location and the woman in the video. "J-Josh! Jacob! Hold off!" He quickly cried out. The two lackey's paused and exchanged confused looked, but the pair shrugged and halted. "That's better." Justin said and laughed, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "wouldn't want everyone to see what IIIII saw last night at walmart would you Malcore?" "Fucking just delete that video and I'll leave you alone." Malcore said, teeth clenched but he had panic in his eyes. "what the fuck is on that video?" Josh asked malcore, confused now. there were a few cries from the crowd, they wanted to know as well and Justin smirked and wagged his eyebrows. "I dunno.. Mayyybe I'll play it for everyone..but only if Jacob and Josh promise not to lay a finger on me." Justin said and turned to the only two real threats. "G-Guys!! W-who's side are you on? Mine or this little dipshits!" Malcore yelped. "...well Justin wasn't the one who ate all my snack cakes.." josh said and turned to Jacob. "and Justin hasn't borrowed any video games from me and still not returned them 4 months later." Jacob added. "I-I'll Get you all the snack cakes you want and I'll even give you one of my games!" Malcore pleaded, dropping to his knees now, both hands together as he begged. "Jesus, what the hell is in that video?" Josh asked with a smirk. "I-I'll tell you both later, just Pleasssse I need you now!" seeing the big fearsome bully begging on his knees and looking ready to cry had the rest of the gathered crowd laughing and malcore knew he was done as a bully as they took pictures, but it STILL wouldn't be as bad as it could be if that little shit head played that video. "Jeeeze..I don't wanna listen to a toddler have a tantrum.. I'll delete the video from my phone malcore..but i have it on my home computer still. I'll Let you off the hook for now, But you'll be getting a special e-mail from me tonight..so be paying attention crybaby." Justin said and true to his word the video was gone. After the noon hour display, Jacob and Josh had only loosely hung around Malcore, who told them he'd tell them about what was on the video after school at his his house. Still the fear and semi respect Malcore had held was gone and he had a new nickname before the day was out of 'crybaby' and was powerless to do anything about it but whine to the teachers. (which he had only done once, and his english teacher, with malcore standing by him at the front of the class had scolded the class for making fun of someone just because his small size meant he might cry a little easier and told malcore he was free to cry if he felt the need.) Finally with the day over malcore was walking home with his best buddies and trying to put it all behind him. "So I'm thinking, we sneak into the little pukes house and just make him delete that shit off his computer. you guys with me?" Malcore asked, while they were stopped at a 7 11 picking up the snack cakes he had promised Josh and getting them all drinks. "yeahhh no. that shit is illegal you dork." Josh said. "and remember to get the small Slurpee, you end up having to piss every five minutes when you get the big gulp." Jacob reminded him. Grumbling and huffing the squirt payed for the snacks and the drinks and sucked on his in moody silence for the rest of the walk towards his house. Seeing his mom's car in the driveway Malcore signed in relief, there was NO way she'd let Jacob and Josh stay too long since she always insisted on spending at least a hour of mommy-son time with malcore when she got off early from work and if he delayed long enough he wouldn't have to tell his buds just what had been on the video. "Hey mom, I'm home!" Malcore called out to her as the three came in but before he could follow up with that his friend were with him her voice rang out from the kitchen. "Oh good! I went back to the store today sweetie and made sure to get you the princess diapers that you wanted, after that fit you threw last night when all they had were the spaceman ones. I know how much you like being a little princess before bed." his mom called out. She came around the corner and saw Malcore just standing there, Mouth hung open and cheeks burning red and then noticed Josh and Jacob ALSO standing there. "M-Mom!" Malcore squeaked out finally as she gave a sheepish chuckle. "ahhh..whoops." she said and rubbed the back of her head. "Princess." Jacob said, grinning ear to ear. "Diapers!?" Josh finished and then both started to laugh. "You boys stop that this instant!" Malcore's mom scolded the boys, who tried, they really did try to stop laughing. "It's not Malcore's fault he's started bed wetting again and if he wants to be a cute little sissy butt at night!" she added. "MOM! NOT HELPING!" Malcore shrieked as his friends started laughing again and then to make matted worse there was a hissing sound then Malcore's crotch felt warm and.. "oh dear..You boys made him so upset he wet himself! get out of here, both of you and don't think I won't be calling your parents!" Malcore's mom scolded them and then other two boys left, having more then a fair idea of what the video would of been. It had been 7:30ish the night before, when Justin saw Malcore as the little bully made his way into Walmart tugging and pulling on his mom's arm and telling her to hurry up. he'd been there to go and get a new game and was on his way out, but the sight of malcore acting like a little kid eager to get a new toy interested him, and if nothing else the footage would be funny to show off as he took out his smart phone and started to record. "Settle down malcore, it's not like there wouldn't be any left!" His mom was scolding him, but with a chuckle in her voice. "That's what you said lassst time and you were suppose to get them on your way home from work! then you made me do homework and I had to let you kick my butt in video games for a hour before we could come so hurry uppp!" the bully whined. Anyone who'd of heard him would of thought it was a toddler whining but clearly Malcore's mother was just amused by the fit and let him drag her as fast as he could. "oh you let me kick your butt huh? I'll have to remember that and try EXTRA hard next mommy and son time." she teased but they got to the aisle that malcore wanted and as Justin panned the phone up, he realized it was the incontinence aisle. "oh, this is gonna be good." Justin said for the benefit of the video. sneaking up to film them from a little bit of a distance, Justin was still able to catch Malcore breaking away from his mother and running down to a spot  in the aisle looking excited..then looking on disbelief. "I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD OF COME SOONER!" the pint sized bully screamed and started to have a royal fit, screaming and plopping onto his butt, kicking and pounding his fists on the floor as his mother rushed over. "Oh dear, they're out of the princess diapers -again-?" She asked, knelled down and trying to sooth the brat. "YES! A-AND I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN AND NOW I CAN'T BE A PRETTY PRINCESS AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULTTTT!" Malcore screamed then -actually- broke down in tears and started to sob. The icing on the cake was when Malcore's mother took a large -pink- pacifier out of her purse and popped it in the sobbing boys mouth and he started to suckle on it. Justin got one last shot of Malcore's mom picking him up and patting his back as the big baby whimpered before ducking away to hide. After his friends had left and Mommy had gotten malcore all cleaned up and into one of his thick pink diapers (with little crowns and scepters and the word PRINCESS in white cursive on the butt) he still seemed to be caught between his usual happy little sissy self and totally miserable. "You don't understand mommy!" he whined as she helped him into his high chair for some milk and cookies. "They're gonna tell everyone!" "well if they do that then their not very good friends! You just have your snack princess and Mommy will make a few phone calls." She said and walked off, leaving Malcore to think about just HOW doomed he was, and he STILL had whatever his stupid little e-mail thing from Justin was gonna be to put up with. "This can not get ANY worse!" the little dork whined softly before chowing down on his cookies. 

Part 2

Malcore finished off the last of his cookies and squirmed in the high chair. something that normally brought the little shorty so much pleasure and fun was gonna ruin him tomorrow and it was giving him a icky tummy. when mommy came back from making her calls and saw him, looking grumpy with chocolate smears on his face and his chin resting on his hand, she came over and gave her special little guy a hug. "it's gonna be OK Malcore, I made sure to call your friends parents, and let them know what a couple of bullies they are! I'm not sure I want you to hang out with them anymore either if their gonna be so rude to my little princess." she added. Malcore gulped, this was NOT good news like his mommy hoped it would be. If Jacob and Josh got in trouble over him then there was NO way they'd have his back tomorrow, and if mom started to ban them from hanging out with him.. "B-But Mommmm!" Malcore started, doing his best whinny sissy voice. "They're still my friends! I'm sure we can work this out! S-so you should call their parents back and-" His mom smiled and cut him off with a big hug as she lifted him out of his highchair. "You're just SUCH a sweetheart! more worried about your friends then yourself even after they made you cry! That's why I spoil you so much!" she coo'ed.   Malcore gave a weak smile back, and decided that since he was so totally doomed he might as well enjoy tonight before he became a super duper laughing stock. Waiting for his mom to wipe his face clean with a washcloth, Malcore finally spoke up. "Ummm can we do a super duper extended Mommy son time t'day? Pleassssse?" He asked, having been sat on the counter as she washed his face and now giving her Bambi eyes. "heh, of course Princess. you know I can't say no to that face!" As Josh walked in the door of his house his dad was waiting for him, and looking mad. "What's this I hear about you bullying your poor little friend Malcore and making him wet his pants?!" His dad asked, looking pissed. Josh gulped, if there was ONE thing his father hated above anything else, it was a bully and Josh knew he'd been risking a lot with helping out Malcore all this time, but the rush of power and the rewards had been just too sweet to pass up. "W-Well see, It's not exactly like tha-" Josh tried to explain, but found himself getting grabbed by the ear and getting lead over to a corner of the room that Josh hadn't had to visit in a few years now, that his little brother ended up in at least once a week, the spanking corner. "Dad NO! Wait! I can explain!" Josh yelped, the though of his old man tanning his cheeks making the green belt  weak in the knees and ironically his own bladder was awfully full. "I talked with Malcore's mother, and she told me how you drove her poor boy to tears after he had a accident, and you made fun of him for needing bedtime diapers!" Josh's dad said. The tone in his voice made it clear that for him that was good enough and he took a seat on the spanking stool and pulled josh over his lap. Ignoring Josh's pleas for mercy he tugged down the poor boys pants and undies just as Josh's little brother Jet walked into the room, drinking from a juice box and with a puzzled look on his face. that turned into delight as he realized that Joshie was gonna be the one getting a tanning, not his 8 year old butt for a change. "uh-oh. what did Joshie do daddy?" the little brat asked, a BIG grin on his face. Josh had after all watched HIM get spanked with a huge smirk on his face lots of times so fair was fair! "He was the one thing I told you boys NEVER to be, a Bully!" Dad said and then brought his hand down on Josh's backside. As Josh howled in pain and begged for mercy, he only made it about 5 spanks in before he lost control of his bladder and drenched his fathers lap which ended the spanking, but didn't do him any favors. "Maye Malcore isn't the only one who needs diapers." His dad said while Jet giggled like crazy. "DADDY NO!" Josh whimpered, turning pale. As Jacob entered his house his grandmother was waiting for him, and the semi giant gulped having a good idea what this was about. "Do you know I just got a call from Malcore's mother?" She asked, looking less then pleased. "I...may of heard something about her threatening to call, yes." Jacob said and gulped nervously. "And so you know what she told me?" "I..May have a vague idea about what may of been said." Jacob said, trying to hedge his bets. His grandmother raised a eyebrow, then took a seat in her laz-y-boy chair and motioned for him to plop his butt on the footstool in front of her. "well let me hear YOUR version of what went down, I'll compare it with what I was told, and we'll go on from there." she said. Jacob gulped and took the seat. "well Ok. Soo we got back to Malcore's after stopping at sev for slurpee's and snacks an-" "who paid for the slurpees and snacks?" His grandmother asked, cutting him off. "I know for a fact you don't have any money right now after getting a advance on your allowance till next month." "Er..well..Malcore treated us." Jacob said and had a sinking feeling as he watched her frown a little.  "A-Anyways.. as we got back to Malcore's place, well..OK.. it turned he wears diapers to bed grandma! and not just diapers, but princess ones, and he apparently had a HUGE fit over not being able to get them the night before! Like, how was I NOT suppose to laugh! I'm only human!" "And then malcore wet himself, and you and Josh laughed even more at the poor pint sized friend who had treated you to slurppes and snacks." Grandma said. "...Well when you put it like that I'm kind of a dick." Jacob said. "Quite right. so now that we agree that you were a dick, guess who's going to be going and getting all dressed up for the rest of the day, and will be coming straight home after school for the next two weeks to be my little grand daughter Jenny?" Jacob whimpered and groaned, his grandmother didn't bother trying to spank him since he had such a high pain tolerance but knew what a macho image of himself he had. So instead of a spanking she liked to invoke what she called petticoat punishment which mean she dressed Jacob up in pretty dresses and panties, and put bows in his hair and made the giant squirm like crazy. "M-Me grandma." Jacob whimpered, looking ready to cry. "Awww, it's ok Jenny. if you wanna cry, go ahead. better now then when I get your makeup on." and with that the giant did start to sob but let himself be lead upstairs. Justin was on cloud nine as he finished up making the special audio trance files and putting them to the video he still had of Malcore's little fit.   there was just NO WAY that the little sissy would be able to fight the effects of this hypnotic video and tomorrow he was gonna go from being known as crybaby malcore to a much more humiliating nick name. such was the power of the video that Justin himself had made sure to wear ear plugs AND headphones (not plugged in of course) with the sound turned off on his computer just to make sure he didn't end up programing himself. He should do ONE final check on the program, but he had already watched the video enough and checked the markers to be sure and popped it onto YouTube as a private video, only available via linkage and then e-mailed Malcore the link and a message. "Ok Princess, Your gonna watch this movie 10 times with the volume on max, while sucking on your pacifier then go to bed. I'll be able to keep track of the views and I'll know if you watched it less then 10. but if you wanna watch it MORE then that, heh, go ahead. If you've been a good little baby butt then I'll let this all go away tomorrow, if not, I make the video public. YOUR choice diaper baby." With the message sent Justin closed his browser and despite it being only 6ish, he felt oddly tired. Blaming it on staring at the screen for too long he went over to his bed and laid down for a quick power nap, when his parents came in to check on him, to see if he wanted to go out for ice cream half a hour later, they both had to chuckle, their so called big boy was sucking on his thumb and hugging one of his pillows to his chest, drooling up a storm. After playing video games with mommy for as long as he could get away with, and having pizza and pop for supper, Malcore had his by then soggy diapers changed and had taken a bubble bath then was re-diapered and went off to his room to do his homework before his 9 pm bedtime. Malcore was in his favorite princess PJ top and tried to calm himself, already having his paci in his mouth as he crinkled away in his chair as he logged onto his e-mail account. true to his word, there was the e-mail from Justin and Malcore whimpered then opened the e-mail. As he read the message and opened the link malcore smiled behind his paci, if this was all that stupid head Justin could come up with then malcore was mostly in the home free, at least on THAT end of things. 'I'll hafa suck up to Josh and Jacob tomorrow and try and make up for getting them in trouble...but man, just watch a video ten times? piece of cake!' Malcore thought with a giggle. The little sissy started to bounce up and down in his chair, his diapers crinkling big time and bobbing his head from side to side as he got his headphones plugged and and clicked on the video to start it. It was just his little fit at the mall with some weird music in the back round, and some flashy stuff popping up in the video that made him feel a little silly. refreshing the link, he watched it again and felt himself feeling a little, weird. like, he was SUPER getting into the video to the extent he wasn't noticing his tummy was making weird noises. By the fourth watch his tummy was cramping but that was OK, Malcore could wait out his tummy troubles, he was a good little sissy who wanted to watch his new favorite video. As he watched it for the sixth time he was rocking back and forth, trying not to make oopise poopises in his diapies, but he was also wonder if Justin would be super nice and leave this totally awesome video up, Malcore super de duper loved it! As he started the video for the tenth time malcore slid out of his chair and pushed it back, and braced himself on the computer desk as he started to video. He suckled his paci in time to the music and with a dopey smile behind his pacifier grunted and unloaded into the set of his pretty princess diapers like a good little sissy. it was just so silly now to widdle Malcore that he had only been wearing his princess diapies and just wetting them when they were clearly made for him to be a stinky little princess! he'd hafa give Justin a big smooch on the cheek for helping him understand all of that even as his poor diapers drooped down and the room filled up with a stinky smell. as the video finished, Malcore giggled and took his head phones off and closed the tab, then waddled over to bed with his smelly load making him have to do the cowboy walk and crawled into bed, snuggling into his tiger stuffie and going strait to sleep. After soaking his dad's lap Josh had been forced to stand in the corner, his nose on a target on the wall with his pants and undies around his ankles. Jet had been told to watch him and make sure he stayed in the corner while daddy went to the store to pick up something and Josh had a sinking feeling in his gut he knew exactly what it was. "Geez 'big brother'..you know I get spanked lots but I don't wet myself!" Jet smirked, clearly loving ever second of his brothers torment and knowing that Josh couldn't do a damn thing without making it worse. "I..I had a full bladder ok!?" Josh grumbled, almost glad to have a excuse not to have to look at his gloating little brother. "You know if you had told dad you had to pee, he'd of stopped and let you use the bathroom right? he just adds three swats." Jet laughed. Josh SHOULD of known that but in his blind panic he'd forgotten all about that rule and groaned. "whatever, just means -I- get to be the big brother tonight." Jet giggled but hushed up. the little brat knew better then to tease Joshie without permission from daddy and risk being labeled a bully. "Alright Joshie. I've had time to think about it, and I've worked out the rest of your punishment." Daddy said as he came in, carrying two bags from the drug store. "you can pull away from the punishment corner now." he added. As Josh pulled away he had to fight back a sob, there in daddies hands was TWO packs of diapers, and a baby bottle and a pacifier. "I think going to bed every night till these diapers run out like your friend has to will teach you not to make fun of those with potty issues, since clearly your not immune to a wetting accident yourself. for today, you'll be spending the rest of the day diapered, and be making use of the pacifier and the baby bottles. with the amount of diapers I brought you should be outta of them in about a month or so, but if I think you need more time in diapers you WILL be padded after school and I'll be buying anther pack. do I make myself clear?" Daddy asked. Josh sniffled and fresh tears flowed down his cheeks, but he nodded. "and Jet, before you think about picking on your new baby brother, just remember they have diapers in your size too little man." "Y-yes daddy!" After that Josh had been diapered and denied any pants, with a pacifier popped in his mouth (and a warning not to remove it without permission from Daddy or Jet) He then had to go and clean up his accident out of the naughty corner. After that it was homework time for the boys, with Jet as normal finishing first and going off to claim the tv. Josh naturally found it had to focus on his homework given his attire but Daddy was understanding and helped him a little. With his homework done he was allowed to go and watch cartoons with Jet, but was handed a baby bottle loaded with apple juice to drink while Jet was sipping on a coke. Thirsty as he was Josh suckled from the bottle, cheeks burning red but Jet wisely didn't say anything. At suppertime Josh's food had been cut up for him, and he was given a baby fork to use, though he was thankfully too big to fit in Jet's old highchair so daddy hadn't even bothered. Daddy was nice in that he didn't make Josh USE the diaper, all he had to do was tug on his or jet's arm and get permission. went it came time for bed daddy decided the old diaper looked a little beat up, but still was good so just taped anther diaper over the current one and tucked Josh into bed, a full hour before Jet. As the green belt laid there, diapered, sucking on a pacifier, and mortified.. he swore to himself he was gonna take this out on Malcore the next day before finally drifting off to sleep. About 15 minutes after he conked out though Jet would sneak into his room, with a bowl of warm water.. Jacob whined loudly as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a pair of white knee high socks and a pair of pink panties, not that you could even see the panties (thank god!) Because he was in a light yellow sundress with a white flower print that came down to just above his knees. He had a yellow bow pinned in his hair and was wearing a black pair of Mary Jane's, and his grandmother was waiting for him to get the last of his tears out before she put on his makeup. "You know Jacob, I almost wish you'd misbehave a little more often. you just look so CUTE as Jenny!" the old lady teased and smirked, dabbing at his cheeks with a Kleenex. "P-Please no Make up grandma." 'Jenny' pleaded, sniffling. "I-It's too much already!" the poor bully whimpered. "Well I'll let you decide." His grandmother said and Jacob gulped at the evil smile on her face. There was no doubt where Jacob got his evil creative ideas when it came to making a target whimper. "You can let me get the make up on you and then we can go and watch some tv.. OR you can go make up free and then go and mow the lawn, the grass IS getting a little long." Jacob whined big time at that, he had just mowed the lawn on Sunday and there was no way it needed anther go already! Still given his choices the not so little sissy forced a smile on his face. "M-Make me cute grandma." he said in his best girl voice, all while vowing vengeance on Malcore tomorrow.