#little boogies... being cute...

[daily-sifloop]

make them be grossly touchy clingy with each other >:)

Day 67: Push me. And then just touch me. 'Til I can get my. Satisfaction.

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All because of some stupid pants?- Part 4

《Nothin but misunderstandings》

Note: Simon's first near death experience ×~× and wounded pride °~°

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Looking around the shop and he could already tell that he was NOT saying anything about your pants being the shittiest thing he's even laid his eyes on. And there was no way he was telling soap about this place's existence either.

"Uh yeah... thanks?" Simon was at a loss for words, this shop definitely lived up to its slogan and picturing YOU of all people buying clothes from here? Now he REALLY felt like a jackass. The shop owner notices him faster before Simon can step out of the door. An older man in his late fifties in casual black slacks with a purple turtleneck and blazer to match. And gave a low whistle as he appeared from behind the clothing racks

"Well as I live and breathe! THE Simon Riley. Hmph?...a lot bigger than i thought you'd be"

Simon knew better than to leave without answers now as he shut the door and finally walked to the shopkeeper with a hard stare and rigid posture. Before grunting out "You know me?"

He gave the man a full once over as the shop keeper gave him a charming smile behind his dark shades. "The Missus comes by here with her friends, they've been teasing your little lady when they heard you managed to snatch the poor girl's heart. Haven't seen her in a while, was hoping she'd drag you here herself" the shopkeeper shook Simon's as he introduced himself as William.

A slap to the face is what this felt like. Simon never felt shorter than the 5ft man that was in front of him right now. He felt like a kid being fondover as if he didn't finish just breaking a girl's heart. Looks like you never told him. And to hear someone call you his Missus? the only thing missing now was putting his last name after it. That was just rubbing salt on a festering wound at this point. Simon had to clear his throat and shake off the thoughts that only felt like a dream at this point.

"She hasn't been around?" Shifting his boots as the weird ass clothes were starting to look particularly interesting right now, his gaze falling on a familiar shitty looking goose. Fuck, at this point he'd rather be deployed than be in this damn shop.

"Haven't seen much of her lately but she's probably been busy with you" William nudged Simon's arm and it only made his skin crawl. His mouth clamped shut as the shopkeeper dragged him further into the hell of shitty fashion "since your here now! I'm suuuure the Missus wouldn't mind you buying a few sets for her. Just got a new shipment I've been dying to show her. You can even get a matching pair, on the house for taking care of the little lady. She's a good one, soft and shy that one is. Not like her friends, rowdy bunch of hyenas if you ask me."

Yup, this was starting to be the second worst decision Simon Riley has ever made. Heart twisting hard enough that he might need to call his captain to drive him to the ER. Hearing this old man gush about his girl....well, what once was his girl. Like a father fussing over a daughter being the best in the world. All Simon could do was stand there in his hulking form as the shop keeper showed him a variety of who ever the fuck was Tim Burton.

William chuckled as he handed him a pair that weren't as much of an eyesore than the others "you look like a guy who doesn't use color. This one's got your name on it."

Simon just stared at the pants in his hands, didn't have the heart to reject the offer of a size too big to wear. William gave the biggest grin as Simon just held a Neon green pajama pants with Jack Skellington and Oogie Boogie faces littered around with tiny pumpkins and worms?? The fuck was Simon looking at?

William picks out 3 other pairs for you in the size you love the most. All Simon could do was watch as he was dragged to the cashier while he was fishing out his wallet. A dark green pair with different types of cute pancakes and eggs. Another one of a character named Sally in a light blue and the last ones were of bones and skulls over black. They were advertised for glowing in the dark and if Simon was a little jealous of those, he didn't show it.

Simon quickly paid in cash and headed home, not wanting to start another conversation about his now Ex little bird. The bag of pants making him feel like he was in a never ending loop of suffering. Once home and being able to toss the bag on the counter as if it burned his skin. Simon just paced his apartment, cracking open a beer and eyeing the God forsaken bag like it was a bomb ready to go off. 3 beers in before he decided to open the pack and try them on and everything he thought before was proven right as he stared at himself in the mirror.

The pants made feel as stupid as he looked. Pissed and humiliated in the fact that he ACTUALLY tried them on and having to hold them up by his hand. grunting out a curse as he had to tie the dumb string because he knew he wasn't a 3XL. The stupid pants were a death trap in the making, nearly tripping out of the bathroom when his foot accidentally snagged the cuff at the bottom like a kid tripping on his shoelaces.

Snapping another beer open as he simmered in his anger and plopping himself on his couch with a grunt while muttering to himself

"The fuck is the point of these shits? Why cant she just be a normal adult and just use fuckin sweats, theres no point in these loose shitty built fuckin..." each curse came out with a growl. A few hours later he was still wearing them and a bit surprised he wasn't over heating like he usually does in his other choice of sweats. Fiddling with the strings as his anger finally calmed down. Maybe they were nice but he wasn't gonna admit it. He certainly wasn't gonna tell you that they were a lot more breathable than sweats or how they became his go to pants when he got home. It was nearly the end of the second week when he finally got the courage rip out a note and scrawl out 'Sorry for being an ass -simon’

He let out a deep breath as he stared at the note for what felt like hours, pocketing his keys as he headed to your place. Lord only knows why someone hadn't call the cops on Simon at this point. Here he was in the middle of the night in black sweats and a hoodie with a mask over his mouth. Standing outside your door for who knows how long with a black bag hooked loosely around his fingers.

At that point, Simon had made up his mind and just hooked the bag onto your door and left without another word. Going back home and changing into the stupid pants that finally started to grow on him. Finally coming to the realization that he lost the one good thing he had in this shitty life.

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○~○ *idk how many I'm doin* °~°

[fraugwinska]

Hello, wait are your requests open? 😅

If yes - i have an idea? :)

Per Charlie's decision everyone goes out for a night out in the town. You stay at the hotel as you weren't feeling well. Thinking the hotel is empty you carelssly leave your room and head to the bar and lounge area. To your surprise it's already occupied - Alastor is drinking whisky and listening to jazz on his old radio. He is already tipsy as he starts slowly dancing with himself. You don't want to interrupt but before you can go back he calls to you and asks if you want to join him. I just really need some tipsy and more relaxed Alastor thay slowly openes up to the reader. Bonus scene: you two fall asleep on the couch and wake up to the whole group staring at you two with the wildests reactions lol

This was such a cute prompt - Thank you for suggesting this, dear Anon! It's a little shorter, but I really like it - hope you do too! :>

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More than words

Thirsty. You are thirsty.

That's the first thought you had when you woke up from your nap. Hell really had eternal suffering, with migraines being just as annoying and painful in hell as they were on earth. You had woken up with pain behind your eyes, and you knew in that exact moment you had to tell Charlie you wouldn't be able to go out tonight, because knowing yourself it would last the whole day and leave you exhausted by the evening.

You peeled yourself out of bed, realizing with relief that the pain and the dull pressure were gone almost completely. One or two glasses of water and a strong espresso, and maybe you were even able to get a good night's sleep. So you threw a cozy, fuzzy cardigan over you and headed to the kitchen. You had expected creepy silence, since it didn't happen often that everyone went out all at once, so you were surprised to hear the faint sounds of pianos, trumpets and drums when you were halfway down the staircase. Maybe Charlie or Husk had left the radio on? Without real reason to you tiptoed the last steps down, peeking around the corner of the corridor leading to the bar. What you saw made you both speech- and breathless.

Alastor, with a glass of whiskey in hand, humming along to Boogie Man by Sid Phillips, eyes closed and dancing just for himself – tipsy, slightly uncoordinated swing steps that might've looked impressive if he wasn't... drunk? At least a bit buzzed, that was for sure.

You watched him in fascination, tapping and twirling, while you contemplated what to do. The only way to the kitchen was through the foyer, which meant you had to pass the bar, ergo Alastor. But you weren't sure how much he would appreciate you catching him in this... state. Yes, you were on good terms, you would even go as far to say you were friends, but that stage of relationship was far too fresh to risk changing it by angering him. You decided that your bathroom sink had to provide the much needed water and fuck the espresso, you turned around to sneak back to your room.

„Oh, I didn't know there was an audience for my show!“

Fuck.

You glanced over your shoulder – Alastor looked you straight in the eye, swaying a bit, grin loose and eyes a little clouded. He sounded more amused than angry, something you didn't expect, but were fucking grateful for.

„Sorry, Al... I didn't think you were home, I just wanted to get some water and head back to my room.“ „Ah,“ Alastor took a sip of his drink, golden brown liquid leaking from the corners of his mouth down to his chin. With careless fingers he wipes it away. „So eager to leave little ol' me hanging...“ He pouted. Alastor, the radio demon pouted. You asked yourself if you might have migraine-incited hallucinations.

„Alastor, are you... okay?“, you ask, carefully turning to him.

„Fantastic dear, just fantastic.“, he muttered, eyeing his now empty glass, „Although drinking in company would certainly be more pleasurable than drinking alone.“

He walked back behind the bar, steps still a little wobbly, and poured himself another, giving you an opportunity. It was the deers crude way of handing you the choice - You could leave now, if you wanted.

Instead, you wrapped the cardigan tighter around yourself, suddenly very aware of your lack of decorum, and with a few steps, you were in front of him, sliding onto one of the stools. Alastor tilted his head at you as you leaned on the counter, both elbows on the slightly sticky surface and face in your hands, sighing.

„Alright tapper, as long as you don't bring my headache back, pour it away.“

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„... and wouldn't you believe it, the next time this idiot saw me he just ripped off his whole arm and threw it at me!“

Alastor laughed, loudly and boastfully, slapping his thighs. You joined in with your own laughter, more like a cackle, tongue and restraint loosened by his choice of drink for you – mint julep, apparently one of the only cocktails he knew how to mix, being a favourite from his time in the 1920's. The fresh and cooling drink went easily down your tongue, and both of you had been chatting away for the last hour, mostly Alastor telling you funny anecdotes and you laughing at his stories till your mouth went dry.

While you drank slowly, Alastor rushed every drink down his throat like a parched man. With wonder you watched him, amazed by how much he could take, word unslurred and speech still crisp and transatlantic. The only indicator of his drunkenness: his choice of words became more and more crass. It made you giggle uncontrollably whenever he used profanities that were so unlike him. 

“Can you blame him? That poor man probably didn’t want you to rip it off again - might just do it himself and save the trouble!” “I didn’t even get to the best part, darling - He owned a fucking second hand shop! Ha Ha HA!” He bellowed with laughter,looking more like a mischievous school-boy than a terrifying overlord and you slapped his arm. “Alastor, stop, you’re making this up!” “Absolutely not, it’s the irony that makes the story even more comical.”

You shook your head, stirring the mint leaves in your glass.He was much more easy-going than normal, his cheeks tinted in a pretty shade of red. The biggest difference was his everlasting smile. Tight and wide normally, it had become a loose, content one, playful without the malice it usually carried. He looked even more handsome that way.

“A penny for your thought, cherie.”, he chuckled, arms crossed on the countertop and leaning in closely. The proximity brought the smell of bourbon, warm wood and nutmeg with hints of vetiver. The stronger version of his natural scent. Tasty. The thought shuddered through your mind and you swallowed it quickly with the rest of your own drink. “I just thought about a Chaplin quote that came to mind.” He leaned on his hand, blinking in curiosity, half-lidded eyes telling you to continue - you and him had a thing for his movies, you've watched City Lights together multiple times. “A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.” You mirrored his gesture with a smile of your own, bringing your face even closer to his, which seemed to startle him. “And I gotta say it’s a shame you’re not drunk more often.”

Alastor pulled back, grasping for the whiskey bottle as he avoided your gaze. You were confused - had you offended him? You sat yourself upright, ready to apologize, when he cut you off.

“Better not to reveal this kind of secret to just everyone, my dear. It’s only the ghost of a man long gone, anyways.” He sighed at the bottle in his hands, realizing it was empty. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “Please, you may tell that yourself but I’m not a medium. That man isn’t gone. He's only hiding, deep down in there.”

Foolishly your brain didn’t remind you that Alastor didn’t like to be touched. You reached out, putting your hand flat at his chest, right where his heart would be. As for Alastor, his alcohol-dazed mind couldn’t catch up with what you were doing fast enough. Your palm pressed down, receiving the soothing, soft warmth he always radiated through your sensitive skin, like an old radio that had been left on for too long. His eyes widened, you felt him inhale sharply, yet it took another few seconds for him to react, flinching back.

His barstool wobbled, swinging dangerously, and like in slow-motion he fell backwards, only letting out a small, ulfiltered “Shit!” before he disappeared behind the bar. You jumped up, stuttering “Sorry, sorry, oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” while you hurried behind the bar to help him up. He was sprawled out on the floor, almost like a starfish, his chest shaking and an arm thrown over his face. “Alastor, I’m so sorry, are you hurt? Did you hit your head? Fuck, I’m so….”, you stopped abruptly when he burst out laughing. He wheezed, shaking with laughter, and you fell to your knees beside him, relieved and at the same time unnerved. He sat up, still holding his chest with one hand and patting your head with the other.

“Moments like these remind me why I like you so much, darling. Such a blue-eyed, air-headed doe you are.” You met his gaze, ready to banter, but the sad tint in his expression made you decide against that. Instead you shuffled nearer to him, slowly sitting up on your knees, to give him the option to push you away. He didn’t, only watching you closely. You wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him close, his cheek resting on your chest, tight enough he had to hear your heartbeat.

You held him like this until you felt his hands on your back, returning the embrace. HIs breath was warm and heavy on your skin. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was holding back tears. Maybe he was. You just stayed like this, holding him in your arms. Words were unnecessary, unwanted even. Him and you weren’t close enough yet to bring everything he should share into words. But you would be there, whenever that moment came, and for now, this was the right way to express what couldn’t be said. Much more even.

When he pulled away, he did it gently, a soft and thankful smile on his lips. “I think the bar has run dry, my dear.” He stood up, offering you his hand to help you up. You took it, and he left your hand in his as you stood face to face. “How about a warm nightcap to end our day?” ----------------------------***----------------------------

“... You are seeing this too, right? I’m not trippin’?!” “Shhhh! Don’t wake them up.” Charlie hissed at Angel, her eyes round like saucers, staring over the backrest, as did the others. “How can this creep still smile even when he’s sleeping?!”, Vaggie whispered loudly. Angel gave her a sly smile. “You’d smile too if a hot girl slept in your lap like that.” Husk groaned, pulling a paw over his face. “It’s too late and I’m too sober for this shit.” “SSSSSSSHHHHHH! Leave them alone, go! Go to bed, quietly, all of you!”, Charlie shushed them again, shooing them away from the sofa.

She quickly ran to the nearest cabinet, pulling out a thick blanket which she carefully draped over your and Alastors body. She took a few heartbeats to internalize what she everyone saw when they came home.

You looked like a couple. Of course Charlie knew you weren’t. Alastor - half-laying, half-sitting asleep on the sofa - had his arm around you, his head resting on the top of your head. You were serenely slumbering while nuzzled against his chest, legs pulled up and looking like you were mended to his side. You, too, were smiling. On the cofffee table in front of the sofa were two cups of what looked and smelled like hot milk with honey, the porcelain still faintly warm to the touch and the liquid barely touched. She suppressed the squeal she wanted to squeal.

After she was done, she quietly took a few steps back, scanning that you were both still fast asleep, then she took Vaggie’s hand and together they headed to their own room. Charlie knew you weren’t a couple. But she also knew that was only a matter of when you would become one, not if.

[reginalusus]

Imagine young 20s Jason needs to get his wisdom teeth removed, and everyone's like so stoked to see The Boss Baby get goofy on anaesthesia, because he's pretty serious and hardcore and it'll be nice to see him loosen up, but once he's on the meds, his tough exterior just slips away and he's just telling everyone how much he loves them for being in his life and like, trying to hold everyone's hands and just, grabbing their faces and saying shit like "hey if I had a batburger right now and you were hungry... You know what?.. yeah.. you can have it. But I'm hungry too, so you should share it.. okay?" And when he sees Harvey, he just starts crying and then he says "you're my dad boogie-woogie-woogie" so emotionally (with a little dance-ish wiggle) and the goons are like ???????? ??? but Harvey has seen him like this a couple times before in private for one reason or another, so he's like yeah okay kid pull it together would you - but inside? he's absolutely beaming, bc yeah Jason IS his son, boogie-woogie-woogie. Whatever that means.

"THE BOSS BABY", AASHGDSHDG-

Yeah. That's what Harvey's men are calling him now. Under their breaths, obviously. Or Jason will break their jaws.

AND THIS IS SO CUTE, WHAT. Though I feel like Jason, even under the influence of strong drugs, would definitely try to avoid calling Harvey 'dad'. Jason will gradually warm up to him but he may never reach the 'dad' level. It's just coded into him. NO ONE is dad, except Bruce sometimes, much to Jason's dismay at calling him that before. BUT. It could definitely come out as a Freudian slip because he DOES think it!

Harvey comes back to the car with a Bat Burger after seeing the underground dentist and Jason explodes into tears.

JASON (WIPING HIS EYES): I remember when HE did this for me. HARVEY: We're not him. JASON: Yeah, he's not my dad. HARVEY: He kind of is. Legally. JASON (CHOKING BACK TEARS, COUNTING ON FIVE FINGERS): Wait, so I have two dads? HARVEY (EYES WIDENING): Do you think of us as your dads? JASON: I HAVE THREE DADS!? SCARVEY (INTERNALLY): Record it. Blackmail him for later. Do it. Quick.

[wandasdove]

— SALT WATER AND SWEET KISSES

Gif credits: @unreliablewitnessofmyexistence

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: you are a lifeguard and whilst on shift you see a very hot woman laying underneath an umbrella. when she decides to ask you to suncream her back, you know you need to make her yours for the night.

Warnings: mentions of drinking but not by the main characters, strangers, very small sex scene that doesn’t go into much detail, making out, professor maximoff but not y/n’s professor.

Word count: 1467 words.

Author's Note: this is my first fanfic published on this account, everybody cheer!

Having been abandoned by Natasha after the cute girl from the surf shop texted her to "hang out," Y/N dragged herself down to the beach alone for her lifeguarding shift. Sure, she knew better than to let herself get too distracted with friends up in the chair, but it was nice to have someone to talk to during the quiet mornings at the end of the summer-the weeks when the senior citizens slowly reemerged to reclaim their beaches for early morning walks that could stretch on longer now that the surf no longer whisked giggling kids on boogie boards into their ankles.

So she climbed the ladder into the chair, peering through her binoculars at the beach, which was fairly empty, save for a few runners making their way across the sand and a handful of older couples walking up and down the shore, holding their shoes in their hands as the waves just barely trickled out to meet them. So far no one was out in the water-as she expected; the surfers hung out a few miles further north where the waves were a little better and there were no more piers jutting out into the water.

As the day wore on, she watched as a handful of people made their way down to the beach, easily setting up chairs and umbrellas in what would have been considered prime real estate just a few weeks prior. A group of college-aged students made their way out a little later in the day, but they stuck to the shallow water, tossing a football back and forth before settling into the sand with hoagies and bottles that Y/N assumed were likely spiked with something harder than the soda they were supposed to contain. But as long as they didn't get too out of hand or try to go swimming far out in the ocean, Y/N figured they weren't doing any harm.

It was around 11-right about the same time that Y/N was beginning to get impatient for shift change, even though she still had two hours to go-that Y/N attention was caught by a rather beautiful woman making her way down the beach, setting herself up close enough to the lifeguard stand that Y/N was able to resist the temptation to use her binoculars to get a better look. She watched as the woman shook out a towel, then set up an umbrella larger than her.

In all fairness, she did look rather pale... it would be a shame if any of that skin got burnt, Y/N reasoned.

Between glances at the water to see if anyone had ventured in beyond their knees, Y/N attention returned to the dirty blonde-haired beauty, who was now tucked under the shade of the umbrella reading some large book. Within minutes the woman seemed totally entranced with the book, and she reminded Y/N a bit of Natasha as she scribbled notes across the margins, sticking her pen between her lips whenever she took a break from writing.

When the woman suddenly looked up and toward the lifeguard stand, Y/N quickly turned her head in the opposite direction, surveying the completely empty waters with great focus.

Unwilling to risk being caught staring a second time, Y/N let her imagination take her away, conjuring up scenes of the woman coming over, maybe even asking her to rub some sunscreen into skin that looked like it would be perfectly smooth and soft to the touch. When her mind drifted just a little farther into that scene, puling up images of the woman's thighs wrapped around her head, Y/N forced herself to take a large drink of cool water and try to pay better attention to the tourists, even if they were doing absolutely nothing she could really police in any way.

Having grown weary of her textbook author's constant use of outdated research on quantum physics, Wanda finally tucked her book back into her bag, debating between pulling out the novel she'd picked up from a local bookstore or lying down on the blanket, maybe taking off her shirt to give the very sexy lifeguard a better view...

Figuring she'd behave for a little while longer - after all, she wouldn't want to distract the lifeguard, lest someone drown because of it— Wanda pulled out the novel from her bag, readjusting under the umbrella and looking up just in time to catch sight of the lifeguard looking at her and biting her lip. Of course, the woman proceeded to nearly throw herself back to the other side of the chair, her Y/C/H hair whipping in the breeze, and when she settled, she was still fidgeting slightly, pushing her sunglasses higher up her nose, then pulling out her binoculars to scan the distant seas, even though Wanda hadn't seen anyone out that far in over a week. Stifling a laugh, she sipped at her iced coffee and let herself get lost in the pages of her book for a while.

As she read, though, her attention kept drifting back to the lifeguard, back to the rather well-defined muscles she'd noticed, to thoughts of what those muscular arms might feel like wrapped around her, holding her up against a wall.. And she wasn't normally this distractible, but it had been a while, and sue her, this woman looked like a damn goddess and could probably fuck like one too. So, chancing the safety of the handful of people still left on the beach, Wanda stood up and stretched out, slowly and deliberately pulling her white shirt over her head as soon as the lifeguard's attention had returned to her, then shimmying out of her black shorts. Of course, she knew how likely it was that she would burn if she didn't use sunscreen. And it really wasn't her fault that the media had sexualised sun safety, making the simple act of rubbing lotion across her chest and shoulders into something erotic that may or may not be working to catch the Y/H/C’s attention.

Trying not to gawk, Y/N carefully peered over her sunglasses at the woman-now clad in only a small black bikini. She was even more gorgeous than Y/N had first suspected, and she couldn't keep her thoughts out of the gutter no matter how hard she tried. Watching the woman slowly working sunscreen across her chest and stomach, then down her thighs and legs, Y/N just barely fought the urge to bound down and offer to lend a helping hand. She checked her watch: 15 minutes left on her shift. Of course, she likely wouldn't do anything about it. She'd go home and tell Natasha all about it and listen as Natasha teased her for letting yet another cute beach patron leave without her ever having said anything. She could hear Natasha’s voice now:

"You're a lifeguard, Y/N! That's, like, the stuff of summer romance novels. You could totally get anyone you wanted."

Y/N attention was suddenly pulled back to the woman, now standing right in front of her.

"Excuse me," she repeated.

"Oh, shoot, I'm so sorry! Do you need help? Is someone drowning?" Y/N asked, already getting ready to jump out into the ocean to pull someone to safety.

"No, you're fine," the woman laughed, "though it's nice to know you're so ready and eager to save us."

"Right, yeah," Y/N agreed, chuckling nervously.

"Um, was there, uh, something I could help you with?"

"Well...I'm here all alone, and unfortunately I just can't seem to reach my back with the sunscreen. I know it's not quite at the level of a dramatic save, but you can think about it as saving my life forty or fifty years from now...you know, skin cancer and all."

Y/N grinned at the look of mock-seriousness on the woman's face. "Well, I get off in just ten more minutes. My shift, I mean!" she nearly yelled, blushing with embarrassment as she reconsidered her wording.

"Well I wouldn't have said anything.."

"Er, right, um, anyway, I could help you then? I just can't really leave the chair."

"I think I can stand to stay under the umbrella for ten more minutes -long as they might be," the woman teased. "I'll be waiting for you, then."

"Great, sounds good," Y/N nodded eagerly.

"Oh, I'm Y/N by the way."

"Wanda. Nice to meet you, Y/N." And right then and there, Y/N decided she never wanted to hear anyone else say her name ever again; something about the way this woman-Wanda-the way her voice dropped ever so slightly, the hint of an accent fighting to come through, the way one corner of her mouth turned up, like she was thinking about some secret Y/N just might have the privilege of being privy to if she stuck around long enough.

"I will, um, I'll see you over there, then?"

"Looking forward to it."

As Wanda smirked and spun, her hips swaying as she walked away, Y/N wondered if she'd even make it these last few minutes without spontaneously combusting. But soon enough, Maria was calling up to her to get down and enjoy her afternoon of freedom.

"How's it been?" Maria asked as she hoisted herself up into the chair.

"Eh, quiet. Pretty much no one is out in the water. Some of those guys are drinking, I think, but they've been behaving themselves."

"Sounds good. Nothing like these lazy late summer afternoons."

"Mhm. I, uh, I've got to go now, though."

"Got a hot date?" Maria teased, laughing as Y/N flushed a light pink.

"Um, I, uh, promised that woman over there that I'd put sunscreen on her back."

Maria spun all too obviously to look at the woman, nodding her approval at Y/N and cheerily waving at the woman whose attention had been drawn by all the motion. "She's hot."

"Yes, well, you're on shift now, so behave," Y/N instructed, sticking her tongue out at Maria before turning to walk over to Wanda.

"Yeah, yeah," Maria sighed. Then, a bit more loudly she called out: "Go get 'em, Romeo!"

Y/N froze, pursing her lips and scowling at Maria until the sound of Wanda’s lilting laugh rang out through the air, immediately pulling her attention back to the task at hand. "Hey, sorry ahout my friend she thinks she’s funny"

"It's quite alright. But now I need to ask: should I be calling you Romeo too?"

"No," Y/N shook her head, rubbing at the back of her neck. "Y/N is definitely fine."

"Alright then, Y/N," she nodded, handing over a tube of sunscreen and stretching out across her towel.

Fighting off what felt like an inevitable aneurism, Y/N managed to get sunscreen into her hands and kneel down next to Wanda. "Can I, uh, are you okay if I touch you?"

"I think it'd be pretty hard to apply sunscreen otherwise," Wanda teased.

"Right, yeah." And then Y/N let her hands meet skin that was even softer than she'd imagined, her fingers wrapping around smooth curves as she rubbed her way up the planes of Wanda’s back. Reluctantly, when every inch of skin had been thoroughly coated in sunscreen, she pulled back. "You're all set. So, enjoy your afternoon, I guess."

"Are you off duty now?" Wanda asked, hoping her voice didn't sound quite as shaky as she felt after having those strong hands all over her.

"I am," Y/N confirmed.

"Would you have any interest in keeping me company for a while? I've got a second towel in here somewhere."

"Oh? Yeah, yeah, that'd be nice." Y/N smiled as Wanda fished around in her bag for a towel, finally handing it over. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Well, just this week, I suppose, then I'm back to teaching grad school."

"Oh really? I've got three more weeks here, then I'm moving to New York to work at The Outset."

"Ah, Scarlett Johansson," Wanda chuckled. "Best of luck. What'll you be doing?"

"Um, working as her assistant," Y/N admitted, looking slightly sheepish after the way Wanda had pronounced the woman's name.

"Oh wow...I sure hope you're as strong as you look, but then again, I don't doubt it."

"Thanks," Y/N mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Um, where do you teach?"

"UCLA" Wanda answered.

"Wow, so you must be crazy smart, huh?"

"If Scarlett Johansson trusts you enough to be her assistant, you're not exactly unintelligent yourself," Wanda countered, watching as Y/N shrugged even as the corners of her mouth turned up in a small smile. "Now, want to do a bit of sunbathing with me, or do you get too much of that at work?"

"Nah, it'll be nice to lay out in the sun without worrying about having to save a drowning child for a change." And then Y/N mouth went dry as Wanda flipped over onto her back, settling in and closing her eyes. "Right, yeah, relaxing," Y/N muttered to herself, flipping over onto her stomach to avoid the temptation to stay seated and just watch Wanda rest, maybe even pull out her sketchpad and immortalise those perfect features on paper

After several hours spent lounging on the beach and splashing in the water, Wanda had invited Y/N back over to the house she had rented for the week for dinner. A quick text to Natasha had revealed that she had made her way back over to another surfer's apartment and would be just fine without Y/N, so Y/N quickly agreed and followed Wanda back the few blocks to her place.

Y/N wasn't normally a one-night stand kind of woman- Natasha would teasingly point out that she was much more of a "pine from afar" kind of woman-but when Wanda had leaned across the table to wipe away the bit of whipped cream from the corner of Y/N’s mouth during dessert, Y/N decided it was probably worth trying to be that kind of woman. So she didn't blush and let her gaze fall to the table- well, she probably did blush, but she held eye contact, dammit.

Instead, she leaned in, meeting Wanda halfway in a kiss that had her seeing stars and willingly leaving behind half-eaten ice cream sundaes as Wanda took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

She groaned as Wanda pushed her into the wall, biting and sucking at her lower lip as her hands found their way to Y/N chest. "You good?" Wanda asked, her voice deep and husky.

"So good. You?"

"Definitely fine."

With a smile, Y/N easily hoisted Wanda up in her arms, spinning them around so that Wanda’s back was up against the wall as she kissed Wanda deeply letting her tongue flick across Wanda’s lips then dip into her mouth.

Wanda sighed; those strong arms were just as amazing as she had imagined, and being held in them was better than her fantasies. Of course, as the night wore on, she found that many things were better than her fantasies. And when she came for what had to have been the third or fourth time, her thighs wrapped around Y/N head and her fingers gripping at the sheets, her voice hoarse and her chest heaving, she decided that truly fantasies would never compare to this goddess in her bed.

When Y/N finally let her have a turn, let her lick and suck her way across her chest, feeling Y/N’s nipples harden beneath her lips, let her dip her fingers between Y/N’s legs, finding the woman dripping wet and perfectly responsive to her touch, Wanda stopped even trying to compare the experiences, letting herself get lost in the sounds of Y/N’s low moans as they filled the room, finally building to a crescendo as Wanda curled her fingers inside Y/N and brought her lips down around Y/N’s clit.

Sometime in the middle of the night, they finally collapsed into the mattress; apparently even Y/N’s perfectly defined muscles needed a break at a certain point. With her head resting on Y/N’s chest, Wanda felt Y/N’s words before she heard them. "I. uh. I don't normally do that..."

"Do what? Women?" she asked, hoping that wasn't the case— it certainly hadn't felt like the case.

"No! No, um, sleeping with someone right away. I just, I mean, I had a lot of fun. But I don't want you to think I was using you or something."

"It was fun, Y/N. It's allowed to just be fun. And if you want to have any more fun these last few days before I head back to UCLA, I'm more than happy to have you back over."

"Yeah? And maybe, I mean, obviously this isn't a long term thing, but maybe I could take you out for ice cream or something?"

Biting back a grin at just how sweet this woman was, Wanda nodded, knowing Y/N would feel it.

"I think that could be fun in its own way."

[tubbytarchia]

Thoughts on the dynamic between TIES Tango and BB Jimmy? Or even the silly rivalry they have in SL? There’s just so much adorable fluffy potential there and I’m just 💭

- 🧚🏼‍♀️

YOU'RE RIGHT THERE IS AND I LOVE THEM. SL ranchers are SO cute and precious its off the charts. Limited Life however...

Ok drawing that hurt a bit so I'm immediately following up with this

Limited Life is so carefree in general it's SO fun and probably the least angst material out of any of the Life series to me (of course there is still plenty, can't underestimate the traffic fandom's ability to find angst in everything) including Tango and Jimmy. They're so fun and you're right that it's a lot of fluff potential, mostly because Jimmy being a "bad boy" is so funny. BUT THE, MAN. TH The fact that this is the one after DL, after Jimmy so desperately wanted to apologize to Tango for how they went out and who knows if he got to do that or not. I love the idea of them reuniting in some temporary afterlife game or dark void following their deaths, but also what if they didn't get to talk... maybe it was only Tango's distant messages "you're still here? It's over. Go home. Go" that reached him and then he just didn't dare to talk about it other than the one time he instinctually called him "rancher" again. I can't help but be filled with angst when I think about LimL ranchers but I trust that where there is angst, hurt/comfort is sure to follow.... If not then I just die I guess

The bad boy sunglasses are very convenient to hide the look with which he gazes upon Tango from a distance... But then oop Tango hops through the nether portal on top of bad boy mansion and Jimmy decides to go for it, to try and harken back to how they used to be to gauge how Tango will react when he goes "The boogie's being chosen, you're here with us now, we have to look into each other's eyes!" (paraphrasing) and then he's like "oh Impulse is here too" lmao and then that's just kinda it. And then TIES blows up bread bridge and auughhghhh you know??? I'm so bad at expressing how I feel, sorry this is a ramble. But I love them so very dearly and I could absolutely imagine inconspicuous moments between them. Like whenever I think of potential LimL rancher fluff my mind goes to this one fanfic about Jimmy being sleep deprived and he just kinda ends up at TIES and Tango puts him to sleep. Stuff like that

And idk what more to say about Secret Life. Their little rivalry is so funny and literally idk if it's the fanart that has absolutely fucked with my head but every time I think about them I imagine them awkwardly flirting on complete accident and just being kind of weird but. very lovable. They had only two notable interactions and those two interactions left me permanently deranged

ANYWAY THANKS FOR THE ASK ANON

[neighbourscat]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 , nicholas alexander chavez

MY BOOGIE SHOES, JUST TO BOOGIE WITH YOU.

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . screen actor!nicholas c. X stage actress!black!fem!reader.

+ synopsis. dancing around your new york apartment with your boyfriend, nicholas chavez, after a tiring final show.

+ cw. mature language & suggestive stage dancing … but none, really (: just smiles, dancing, and good music!

+ nali’s notes; i love 70s-80s music soooo much. dreaming of a cold autumn / christmas fic in this tiny nyc apartment. all the short stories that’ll probably come from this nyc apartment, like a little tv show. the neighbours would have their own backstories & cute interactions. omg should i do that???? a nyc apartment series, kind of like friends or martin??? wordcount :: 2.1k+

+ to be played: dancing in the dark, bruce springsteen. || alternative: slow dancing in the dark, joji. + everybody wants to rule the world, tears for fears.

MY BOOGIE SHOES, JUST TO BOOGIE WITH YOU.

he moved his left foot backward in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick, slightly scoffed, pine theatre stage. two blue overhead spotlights had shone down onto him, highlighting and allowing the golden sequins along his black-costume pants to sparkle and glimmer. the sharp, metal heels of his four-taps no longer producing sound . .. . the active trumpet-players, acoustic guitarists, and drummers eased and eased their instruments into a low twinkle —

— the audience knew what time it was. another character was about to be introduced. in the orchestra pit, the conductor quickly switched her attention to the violinists and flute-players, baton up in the air and readied for the new entrance. the elder english woman gave the group a small cue, flicking her wrist in beat: 1, 2, 3, 4. and as the violins, violas and cellos came in quiet and steady . .. . the male dancer at the far end of the stage reached up and slowly removed the costume fedora from his neatly styled hair, staring over to his stage left.

your beautiful, brilliant and glittery gold mary-jane style tap shoes clicked as you gracefully entered from stage left — the gold fringes of your body-con mini dress flapped and swung every which way as you rolled your costume glove over your right hand, the music coming from the violins and flute-players transforming into something hot and seductive.

your glove snug — the trumpets have returned, this time with the trombones and horns, easy and gentle — with what looked to be absolutely effortless, your body control impeccable, you swayed toward your dance partner. and once as close as rehearsed, you slid your left foot backward; lining yourself up with your partner, you raised your arms neatly, fingers almost wiggling.

your partner snaked an arm around your waist, his opposite hand sensually caressing the under side of your arm — his fingers tightened on your ribs. you felt his plump lips brush against the soft skin of your neck, you don’t hold back a mini smile. and after a thirty-second sleek, clean sequence of sneaky smirks, lustful eyes, gyrating hips, and chasing each other’s feet with mirroring steps on beat — you and your partner stand center stage; he had just spun you out and away and reeled you back in, unable to give you up. you’re overlooking the hungry crowd, toe to toe, hips pressed into each other’s . .. .

the conductor slowly lifted her baton, the orchestra picking up their pace just a bit . .. . more dancers began to take the stage, ten men on one end and ten women on the other, all styled to absolute perfection — you ripped away from your partner, his hand lingering in the air as you hurry toward the women. you strike a pose and the women behind you follow suite, just as clean and precise. the men chuckle amongst themselves, lips moving but nothing being said. your partner took his place in front of the men, eyeing you down.

the blue spotlights went out and back in on beat; this time colored red. the percussion picking up intensity . .. . the atmosphere no longer showcasing love and attraction, but lust and obsession — the red spotlights darkened and blinked in and out powerfully, percussion played fast and with high energy, the string and horn instruments carried out in unison, background voices sounding . .. .

nicholas chavez, anxiously chewing at the skin of his fingers, watched as the other casted dancers performed with everything they had — his eyes working even harder to follow you around. he stopped chewing at his skin then, trying to focus his eyes on you; he couldn’t do the two at the same time. different variations of gold leotards and ruffled dresses and flown pantsuits, the maracas, xylophone — so much was happening at once. portraying chaos perfectly.

every time he found you, he had lost you just as quick. nicholas shifted in the cushioned chair a bit, mindful of the young woman sitting behind him — the saxophones and trumpets intensified, the gold-clad dancers continued shuffling and leaping up and down and around the large pine stage, metal heels touching down with the beats.

the entire stage was bathed in deep, sultry red light, casting long, dramatic shadows over each dancer — the red hue seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the music, bodies moved with precision and purpose, every step choreographed to build toward the crescendo of the performance. the audience watched in awe — nicholas’ eyes never leaving your amazing form — the dancers' figures sharp and striking against the glowing backdrop.

each dancer’s silhouette was satiny, their limbs cutting through the air like blades as they glided to their spots. and as the music swelled, the dancers reached their final positions, holding their forms in an intense, powerful tableau. their bodies arched and poised, chins tilted upwards with defiance, hands spread in graceful curves or clutched at their hips in dominance. the red light drenching them, casting their figures into stark, dramatic silhouettes — elegant and imposing, yet full of tension.

their shadows stretched behind them, larger-than-life, as if their presence demanded more than the stage could contain. the audience held its breath, the stillness of the final pose amplifying the raw energy. it was a picture of controlled power, desire, and neat mess.

the world beyond the stage faded, and all that was left were the figures frozen in that moment — red and black, light and shadow — a vision of drama and allure, like something out of a fevered dream. then, as the final note lingered in the air, the curtain slowly began to close up.

you were curled up on the couch, still basking in the soft afterglow of the evening. your legs draped over nicholas’ lap, the warmth from his hand gently tracing heart-shape patterns on your ankle. the exhaustion from your final show was settling in, but being home with him — no more hotels, no more cast gatherings, no more living through an intense schedule; eight shows a week — felt like the perfect ending to an overwhelming night.

nicholas shifted beneath you, the faintest grin pulling at his lips. “you know .. .” he hummed casually, “.. . i’ve been thinking.” that was never good. you respond with a low groan, rubbing your tired eyes, “no. i’m not doin’ it.”

“can i-i’ve gotta get it out first before you tell me ‘no’,” he said, nudging your arm. “i don’t want a lot or anything .. y’know, crazy. i just want your help.”

you stopped rubbing your eyes, dropping your hand down into your lap. you gave a look that said: ‘go on’ and he did, giving your ankle a loving squeeze: “i want you to teach me how to dance.” he sounded serious, but you couldn’t exactly tell. you blinked, face and gaze blank and revealing nothing. you turned back to the television, an early episode of glee rolling.

nicholas stood up then, gently moving your legs off of his lap. he reached out his hand toward you. you had performed so beautifully with your dance partner, nicholas wanted to move with you the same. “nicholas .. .” you stared at his outstretched hand, then back up at him, “sit back down. seriously.”

“come’on.” his brown eyes soft but determined. “just a little bit. five minutes, hmm?” he was hopeful, still waiting for you. “i’ll take anything. anythin’ i can get, okay? i’ll be grateful for whatever.” you shook your head as an answer and laid back into the plush cushion, arms crossing over your chest. “nic . .. . you can’t dance,” you said in a simple, matter-of-fact voice — not trying to be harsh or mean, and nicholas didn’t take it as such.

he knew he couldn’t. “well, baby, that’s why i’m asking you to teach me.” you looked to his big hand; he made a gentle grabby motion twice, urging you — and back up your eyes went. “i can’t teach rhythm.” nicholas dropped his hand with a hoarse grumble. you sighed, feeling your body protesting the idea of getting up, but the way nicholas was still looking down at you, with that mix of earnestness and affection, made you give in. with a groan, you held out your hand — nicholas smiled wide and pulled you to your feet.

“five minutes.”

“all i need,” nicholas confirmed with a silly smile, dragging you over to the other side of the couch. your shared apartment wasn’t spacious, for no apartment was this side of queens, new york. your deep-grey tabby cat, ruby; the world’s most mischievous kitty, climbed back in through the open window and landed on her feet, gracefully. after an afternoon of racing up and down the fire-escape and most of the block ( ruby, though mischievous, was a friendly animal ), she was ready to be in her bed.

her bed; nicholas’ pillow.

“okay, so what’s first?” nicholas clapped his hands together, anticipating the next five minutes. “music,” you said, reaching down for your phone in between the couch cushions. “oh, how about from your show? i really love the gold one, what’s that song’s name?” he went over and picked up the musical’s playbill, flipping through the first couple of pages, “that song .. when you come out for the first time and look hot?” you almost laugh, unlocking your phone and scrolling through your music. “i’m not teachin’ you that, nic.”

“look, baby, if you’re worried about there not being enough room, let’s not worry, we can move this couch around some .. . throw the cat back outside-“ you stopped him right there, “or you can get out?” nicholas laughed at that, apologizing softly, coming up behind you. his hands found your waist and his chin dug into the skin of your shoulder, watching as your finger scrolled and scrolled. your finger touched down then, the bluetooth speaker in the corner coming to life immediately.

it started off as slow, lazy dancing in the living room to random musical theatre soundtracks . .. . the moonlight streaming through the large open windows, casting cool white rays over the hardwood floors — but quickly turned into a party.

you slid in from the hall opening, wearing oversized socks, loose basketball shorts, and a baggy football jersey; from nicholas’ side of the closet, your body rocking to the rhythm. you’re holding a wooden spoon, it’s your imaginary microphone, dramatically lip-syncing to bruce springsteen’s dancing in the dark, your expression playful and exaggerated.

nicholas was in the kitchen, a spatula in his hands and dragging his fingers along the handle as if it were an electric guitar, wearing a goofy grin. he’s wearing fuzzy socks, slipping across the floor, attempting to match your moves, his brown hair messy, his shirt half-tucked — this impromptu dance-off felt as though it had been going on for hours. nicholas moved to you, your energy completely in sync, lost in the fun of the moment.

you twirled away, laughing as you swung around the kitchen island, your socks giving you just the right amount of glide across the floor. you threw a hand up, pointing at nicholas like a pop star mid-performance, mouthing bruce springsteen’s lyrics. nicholas laughed, feigning a swoon, then slid back toward you, pulling you into a silly two-step.

and now you’re in the hallway again, where you’re at his side, arm wrapped around him, shuffling in time with the beat. you and nicholas sing together now, the music barely audible over your screaming voices, off-key but full of love.

you pushed nicholas away with a playful shove — he stumbled dramatically and recovered in seconds, lip-syncing passionately. as passionate as before. maybe even more so.

you end up in the living room, this time nicholas was spinning you around — as you twirl and spin with your boyfriend, the music grew louder. your body moved with his perfectly, not with precision or control, but with the kind of ease that comes from knowing each other so well. nicholas pulled you in close, your face just inches from his . .. . he’s grinning down at you like a kid, heart racing and thrashing cutely.

bruce springsteen faded smoothly into tears for fears — nicholas started his air guitar again and you bounced toward the kitchen, grabbing your wooden spoon again. braids flipped over one shoulder, you lifted yourself up onto the island in time for the first verse of everybody wants to rule the world. swinging your dangling feet and rocking your head side to side to the drums, you sang into the spoon.

and by the instrumental break, you and nicholas are skating through the hall, singing and dancing with reckless abandon, whirling and dipping, in your own little world. you’re breathless, your face flushed with laughter — watching nicholas overdo the solo guitar outro from where you sat on the couch’s armrest. he dropped onto his knees and rolled onto his back, his feet kicking into the air.

and as the strumming died, you collapsed back onto the couch in a heap, panting and drinking from nicholas’ cold bottle of pepsi. you and nicholas both jumped up startled hearing the grating pound of fists at the front door — ruby sprung from where she laid and ran around hysterically, you and nicholas scrambled to get up; you rushed behind the couch to quickly turn the blasting speaker down and he went to the front door. nicholas was squinting through the peephole, “fuck-it’s minnie .. .” ms. minnie from two doors down hated loud noises.

but she hated the young people scattered along the fourth floor even more.

[restinslices]

Ahhhh after some thought I’ll choose the earthrealm men with a lovey dovey s/o 👉🏻👈🏻

back to requests a mere 6 days after saying I was gonna take a break. Was that post a little unnecessary? Yes, but I didn’t want anyone to get mad at me for not posting everyday and not getting to requests immediately. ANYWAY, back like the flu.

Johnny Cage

Johnny “Loves Attention” Cage is having the best time 

Do y'all remember how much of a cornball this man was in the game? He has no shame 

So a significant other who also has no shame? He's getting on one knee as soon as possible 

He tries to out cornball you 

He loves it all. The stupid nicknames, the cuddling, the gifts, the giggling, all the adoration, he's just in love

Definitely returns the favor. If you buy him smth, he's buying you smth (let's ignore that debt), you give him a nickname so he gives you one. It goes on and on

All this lovey dovey shit might exhaust some people. Johnny is not some people. 

The nicknames are probably his favorite part. He makes the most atrocious nicknames up because you won't be upset 

Some real dumb shit like Oogy Boogy Sweetie Weetie Cutie Patootie Kissy Face- yeah all that shit is one nickname. Why? Because it's funny to him and you'll laugh 

The type to get y'all dumbass matching shirts 

“If found return to stupid” “I'm stupid” 

Those type of shirts 

Everyone hates you because it becomes a competition of who can be the most corny. It's tortuous for anyone near you 

Cannot express enough how much this man enjoys the attention you give him. If one day you decided to ignore him as a joke, he'd actually be so sad and notice immediately 

He just adores having a corny lovey dovey partner. The best thing to happen to him. 

Kenshi Takahashi 

He doesn't hate it but he definitely needs a breather sometimes 

Having a lovey dovey partner isn't terrible to him. All the touching and nicknames and being spoiled is definitely cute to him, but being lovey dovey also means you're on him a lot. Kenshi doesn't give me huge extrovert vibes so I think because you're so extreme(?) that there's times when he needs a break 

He thinks it's adorable though. He likes feeling wanted so he likes how outwardly you are with your love 

Idk if he likes all the nicknames though. I can see him easily cringing if you go overboard 

Idk how he'd feel about you spoiling him. He doesn't hate it but he feels like everytime you give him a gift, he has to give you one and he ain't got that shit on him. His own thoughts are running him dry 

When his social battery is recharged I think he'd like how physical and sweet you are

He enjoys how loved you make him feel. He's just not sure how to respond sometimes. I can see you saying something really corny and although he thinks it's cute, his brain doesn't move fast enough and he ends up just staring at you 

He rolls his eyes a lot too so it can give the appearance that he's annoyed by you but it's definitely not that 

You want some corny shit he'll definitely like? Matching jewelry. He'll eat it up like it's a cookie 

Also draw over his tattoos. He loves it 

Loves the corny shit his brain just legit shuts off sometimes 

Kung Lao

Like Johnny, he enjoys the attention 

Idk if he necessarily enjoys all the corny things. I don't get a strong feeling from him. Maybe it depends on the day 

Likes the attention and spoiling but all the corny nicknames and shirts and just being a total sap makes him a little uncomfortable at times 

Once again, it depends on the day. Sometimes he's all for it and sometimes he's like “let's calm down for today”

Gets you a matching hat but without all the sharp shit because he doesn't trust you with sharp objects 

He's a mix of Johnny and Kenshi tbh

He refuses to wear those corny matching shirts. You'll have to kill him 

That applies to other things too

Those corny nicknames Johnny would make up? He'd prefer a beating from a serious Spiderman 

“Aw my Snookie Wookie-” “I'm gonna shoot myself right here right now. Please stop”

It's cute and he acknowledges that it's how you show love but certain things just ain't gonna work with him

Especially in public certain things just won't work with him because he has an ego and thinks certain things will make him look weird. It's giving insecure teen 

Don't doubt his love for you though. He loves his little sap. Just take it a bit slow 

At some point a switch would flip and he'd go from being embarrassed to thinking “wow, I'm so great my partner is willing to look silly in front of others!”

Now he feeds into your corny bullshit

A win is a win

Raiden

I fully believe him and Liu Kang are romantics, therefore he loves it 

He gets flustered easily so tons of affection makes his face go red and all that cute shit 

His brain also short circuits like Kenshi's. He's so bad at pretending he's not flustered 

“Are you blushing?” “...” “...” “...” “Raiden?” “Of course not”

Likes the consistent physical contact 

Spoiling him also makes him short circuit. He's trying to think of how to thank you but all that comes out is “oh!”

Adores you just as much as you adore him 

He likes gift giving. And idk mean just jewelry, I mean “you got me all these gifts so I'm gonna bring you a bunch of produce and hey, maybe we can cook later”

We saw him collecting cabbages like Cabbage Man from ATLA in the beginning of the game, he gotta still have the hook up

Loves receiving cheek kisses 

Man is so weak in the knees. Kung Lao can yell “STAND UP!” all he wants. That shit is not happening 

Play with his hair. Once again, weak in the knees 

He's having a great time. Sure he's easily embarrassed but it's not like “omg, you're being weird. Stop”. It's more of a “I love this but I feel like everyone's looking”

You two are super lovey dovey but not as obnoxious as you and Johnny. Johnny is like “you can't out corny me” and Raiden is just tryna vibe and love on you since you love on him 

All the embarrassment he feels is so worth it to him 

Liu Kang

A romantic so all that lovey dovey shit? Heaven to him 

Liu Kang has so much love to give and he's never allowed to share it because his life is ass in every timeline 

So a partner that adores him and shows him how much they adore him? Did the Elder Gods hand craft you for him?

He's honestly a mix of everyone. He wants to love you all the time like Johnny, he loves how much you love him like Kenshi, he loves how much you outwardly adore him like Kung Lao and he's a huge romantic that loves how much time you spend together like Raiden

He's so love deprived so he loves everything you wanna do 

Matching shirts, jewelry, socks, whatever the fuck? Absolutely. 

Spoiling him with random shit? He'll take it all

Telling him how much you love him all the time? Yes. 

Giving him the dumbest and corniest nicknames? He'll take that too 

He's also lovey dovey so the feeling is very much mutual 

Enjoys quality time so you wanting to be on his hip is very much welcomed 

You're a breath of fresh air since you're so kind and loving to him. Remember he has all the memories of the past timeline, then this timeline gets fucked up. He's used to constant smoke and destruction so someone being so nice and sweet to him and relaxing with him is heavenly to him

Doesn't matter how corny it is. It's all he wants 

Real quick, two things. Firstly I wanna make more MK1 intros so y’all should give me ideas. Secondly I think it would be fun if we as a unit made an MK1 oc. I’d make polls, you’d vote on certain things and then we use the same results but tinker it to our individual liking. For example maybe we know they’re Edenian but their gender is up to you. It’d be like a bunch of variants. A Multiverse of Madness if you will.

[asheyxash]

you're my happy virus

pairing: dokyeom x reader troupe: est. relationship genre(s): SM FLUFF!! warning(s): none word count: ~1k summary: as long as she's with him and he's with her, they couldn't be happier.

part 1 | part 2 (you're here)

being in a relationship with lee seokmin feels like waking up in a meadow where every flower is smiling at you.

it’s sunshine in the smallest places — in the morning texts that start with “goodmorning sunshine!!” and end with eight typos because he refuses to use autocorrect. it’s the way he greets you like you’ve just come home from a year-long space mission, even if you only left to grab a smoothie. “you’re back!!!” he gasps dramatically every time, arms outstretched like a cartoon character. “i thought the wind carried you away!” you giggle. every time. because how could you not?

dk is joy personified. a walking serotonin sparkler. the kind of person who makes your bad days feel like they’re wearing bunny ears just to look less scary. and being his partner? it’s like winning a golden ticket to the world’s fluffiest amusement park. he holds your hand like he’s still not used to being allowed to. like he still can’t believe you’re real. “can i hold your hand?” he asks sometimes, even when it’s already laced in his. “just checking. what if you changed your mind in the last five minutes?” you roll your eyes and squeeze tighter. “you’re ridiculous.”

he grins, cheeky. “and ridiculously lucky.”

sometimes, it’s quiet moments. like watching movies where he cries before the sad part and tries to hide it behind popcorn. or when he sings softly to you under his breath without realizing — some half-written melody he’s been working on, the notes curling between you like thread made of light. sometimes, it’s loud moments. like when he drags you into impromptu living room dance-offs to old cheesy love songs, spinning you around like a prince who just found his ballgown-wearing soulmate in socks and pajamas. “my queen,” he says with a bow, tripping over a throw pillow. “may i have this boogie?” you laugh so hard your sides hurt. but he always catches you mid-spin, pulling you into his chest like the happiest human safety net in the world.

he (also) leaves post-it notes on everything. and i mean everything. on your mirror: “have you seen how cute you are today?! cuz i have. 12 times. minimum.” on your lunch: “this sandwich was made with 2% mayo and 98% love.” on your phone: “come find me. i have snacks and cuddles and a playlist that reminds me of you.” and when you do find him — sprawled on the couch with a blanket already ready for two — he looks up with that smile. that smile.

the one that still, somehow, takes your breath away. the one that says i’m so glad you’re here. the one that says i love you, i love you, i love you without needing a single word.

you learn that dk’s love is layered.

it’s loud and silly — like bear hugs that lift you off the ground, exaggerated gasps when you wear his hoodie, and late-night texts that say “hey. i miss your face. come over so i can look at it for five hours.” but it’s also soft and quiet — like the way he strokes your hair absentmindedly when you’re resting, or how he always remembers to keep your favorite snack stocked, or the way his gaze lingers on you during the in-between moments, like he’s memorizing you all over again.

you catch him staring sometimes. when you’re brushing your teeth, or reading, or just tying your shoelaces. “what?” you ask, laughing. “nothing,” he shrugs, smiling like he’s full of a secret. “just… lucky.” your heart still does that bouncy jumpy thingy whenever he stares at you like you're the most perfect girl in the world (which to him you probably were) because one word could already melt you into a smile.

and when you have hard days — when the world feels too loud, too fast, too much — dk becomes your anchor. he pulls you into his chest, hums silly little lullabies, and says, “you don’t have to be sunshine every day, you know. i can be sunshine for both of us.” he kisses your forehead so gently, you think your heart might burst from the sheer safety of it. and it makes you cry, sometimes. because how can one person hold so much warmth in a single soul?

on the anniversary of your confession, he plans a whole day full of surprises.

there’s a homemade brunch with heart-shaped pancakes (he burns the first three but you eat them anyway), a scavenger hunt through the park with clues that rhyme (poorly), and a picnic with your favorite snacks — right under the same tree where you first confessed. he brings out a tiny cake with your names on it, piped in squiggly frosting. it’s a bit lopsided, but the effort makes it perfect. “happy one year of ruining my emotional stability with your cuteness,” he declares, clinking his juice box against yours.

you giggle, cheeks flushed. “and happy one year of you brightening not just my life, but my whole world too...we're really made for each other.” he smiles. softer this time. the kind of smile that feels like dusk — golden, still, and full of wonder. “you know,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “you’re my happy virus too.” your heart flips. “you always say i make you smile,” he continues, “but being with you… it feels like coming home. like sunshine doesn’t have to shine so hard because it knows you’re there, too.”

and maybe you cry. just a little. he wipes your tears with his thumb and presses the gentlest kiss to your temple. “i mean it,” he says. “you’re the reason i laugh without warning. the reason i hum on my way to practice. the reason i wake up excited every single day. you infected me with love in the best possible way.”

and this boy — this sunbeam of a person — chose you. continues to choose you. every single day, with the same excitement, like he’s falling all over again. as the sky blushes orange behind him, he pulls out a tiny speaker from his backpack. “one last thing,” he grins. he plays your favorite song — the one that played in his car the first time you held hands — and stands up, holding his hand out.

“dance with me?”

there’s no music loud enough to drown out your heartbeat, but you take his hand anyway. and there, under the fading sun and twinkling laughter, you dance like the whole world is clapping just for the two of you.

because being with dk doesn’t just feel like falling in love. it feels like becoming love itself. soft, steady, and impossibly bright.

and the best part?

he’s still looking at you like he'd just won the lottery.

oh wait, he did.

he had you.

[slippinninque]

🫣🍑Private Dancer🍑🫣

Or: You discover another half to the secret you thought you were keeping

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, cursing, use of the n-word, mentions of smoking/weed, P-in-V, mentions of insecurity, long fic

Truth was, you were a secret shaker.

A tentative twerker. An apprehensive ass-thrower. Your waist whined when being perceived directly and not in a good way. Not only did you decline to throw ass in public, you will also turn away any offers to catch it.

When you were alone, though...

You learned chorography to your favorite sounds, bounced around your living room as you folded clothes. Recorded dance challenges and deleted them a few hours later. You were your very own Stallion behind closed doors.

It took only a handful of awkward encounters and an asshole ex-boyfriend suggesting you 'stand to the side' for you to be determined to find your rhythm.

Looking up tips online and went to any beginner's classes you could find in the area. Ballroom, salsa, the pole--it all helped you understand your body outside of what it looked like. It was about what you trained it to do, what you wanted it to do.

Investing in a really good floor length mirror was the last puzzle piece you needed to really find your beat. From there on, you and the mirror were lovers.

Only your small circle of friends knew. That was thanks to enough years of trust and tequila, leading to wild nights at house parties with the radio cranked high.

You eventually learned that it was nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like it kept you away from fun or being included in the antics. If you went out with the ladies, you hyped them and kept a cute lil' two step. You held the title of Camerawoman with pride and your background cackles were famous in the group chat.

The booty wouldn't boogie with anyone else around and it's been that way for years.

It was your own little secret. No one had to know everything and you babbled enough as it was. If anyone cared to stare hard enough to a deserted, dark corner of the house--then maybe they could catch a glimpse.

The sway-snap of your hips, falling beautifully with every beat that you heard. How your hair gleamed, the way your smile swelled with the change of the songs.

Your entire body sang a song.

At least, that's what Fontaine thought when he first spotted you.

Of course you never knew he saw you. Even after the reciprocated confessions and hot-n-heavy honeymoon phase, you thought you went unseen.

Fontaine took your secret for his own, delighting in your shadow shows on the rare occasions you came out to play.

Fontaine could wait and if you had to feel alone to feel secure, then so be it. He used his admiration and desire to touch you, to be a proper witness.

Just being near you was more then enough, it would have been ungrateful to be so greedy.

------

You screamed when you saw him standing there.

The earbuds went off into the wilds of the kitchen, one skittering beneath the fridge.

Fontaine's eyes were popped wide but didn't seem remorseful for scaring your soul to the heavens.

"I thought you heard me when I came in." Fontaine hung up his keys before going in search of your earbuds. You watched after him, mortified.

You were just really into organizing the lower pantry. Lost in shaking your ass with one hand braced on the red potatoes and the other searching for the brown potatoes to put them back in their proper spot.

When you turned to grab the few 'taters that eacaped, you saw your man standing a few feet away from you with his arms crossed and head tilted.

How long has he been here?

Oh god, you have never danced for him. You have never danced in front of him--you weren't even serious. There wasn't a problem with you shimmying to the beat in his lap at a function or waving from your hips up while riding in the car to some jams.

This was different.

"Hey, hey--whatcha curling up for? C'mon now, I already know you can move."

"It-- that, um, I-I'm not that good, so, y'know..."

Fontaine pocketed your traumatized earbuds and kissed your hands until you inched them away enough for him to see your worried gaze. He tutted quietly, taking your hands into his and kissing your knuckles.

"What matters to me is what makes you feel good, baby." His voice rolled into a purr as he continued, "Lucky me that you look so fine when you do."

You wriggled as your shyness battled against the excitement of having Fontaine looking at you the way he was.

"So I don't look.... awkward? Do I have enough stuff to make it look good?"

"Wasn't nothing awkward 'bout how you were throwin' that, trust me."

Fontaine's hands went down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. His palms were warm and wide as he kneaded, bringing you even closer to him as you went to your tiptoes. He hooked his chin over your shoulder with a happy little hum, distracted by you but only for only a moment more.

"Hold up, whatchu mean by 'enough stuff' ?"

You shrugged and decided not to answer. The truth of past insecurities felt redundant and you rather liked the way Fontaine was making you feel at the moment.

Fontaine grunted, giving you another squeeze before pulling back a bit to look into you square in the eyes.

"Look here-- I'm in love with all this right here, so I'm rockin' with you regardless of what you can make it do. Don't matter if you think you ain't got enough, shit, it's enough fo', me. Understand?"

His words worked out the few kinks in your heart, aches you grown used to and ignored when they flared. You nodded more confidently and only then did Fontaine lighten his hold on you, nodding back.

No telling how long Fontaine was standing there and if you never turned around-- you would have been none the wiser. How many times has he been there? Letting you have yourself, taking only a moment for himself as he had that smile on his face.

It was the same smile he had when he took away the shea butter to rub you down himself. Or similar to the smirk on his face when following after you to the bedroom after you talked a bit too much shit.

Your shoulders dropped as you fully relaxed into his hold. The burning embarrassment in your stomach churned into smooth, seamless and leaving you suddenly eager.

"So, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get a private dance from yo' pretty self?"

His hands helped themselves to another handful, this time spreading to touch between your legs. There was promise in his eyes and you knew you only needed to say yes.

You twist away from him enough to pluck your phone from the counter, sliding through a few songs before settling on something with drums and bass. The speakers pulsed and you began backing Fontaine out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He let you push him to sit in the recliner and he made an appreciative sound at the way you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. It evolved, going deeper until you pulled away with a protesting noise from Fontaine.

"That's the only touching you gonna get from me right now."

"Oh, word?"

"You're going to distract me enough as it is." You said, stepping away from him and stretching your arms over your head.

"Bold as hell to call me a distraction." Fontaine's brows rose as he leaned back to make himself comfortable, "Lookin' at me with them eyes..."

His eyes hooked onto your hips. You stretched, teasingly bending over and holding onto your ankles as you gave a cute lil' shake, looking over your shoulder coyly .

"What can I use to look if it ain't my eyes?" You asked, "How am I supposed to see you?"

"Don't worry 'bout what you see back here, act like a nigga ain't even here."

"Oh, that's impossible now. You still make me feel so shy..."

Fontaine snorted and your gave a giddy smile in return.

What you wore was actually perfect. Tiny shorts and cami, perfect for when you were bounding around to clean house. Just what you needed for you to do a little Bend n' Snap for your man.

The music changed and you looked over at him in surprise, he held your phone but watched you with a mischief. Reaching for the little, polka dotted stash jar you left on the coffee table to pull out a blunt to wag at you.

"Go on, show me what you got fo' me."

Waiting until he fired up, you sauntered closer and tied up the front of your already teeny tank. Fontaine's eyes honed in to your nipples, distracted as he took a drag. When his fingers crooked, you leaned in enough and pursed your lips.

Fontaine blew a strong stream that you breathed in and held. You held as long as you could before releasing the smoke a final time into the air.

Fontaine's blunts were no-nonsense, where he still rolled with leaves rather than the papers you preferred. It felt like a straight shot to the head, the smoke lifting all the chatter in your mind to leave you swirling in electric eagerness.

Without further ado, you showed him what you could do.

Your hands braced on your knees, clasped above your head, went down to touch your toes. You rolled your stomach and snapped your hips mouthing the words to Fontaine as you fully felt yourself. You extended your arms and tried to be as dramatically sexy as possible. Touching all of Fontaine's favorite places yourself, pushing up your breast and skimming your hand between your legs for him to see.

Fontaine was a chaotic DJ as he flipped through your playlist. He went from instrumentals filled with nothing but baselines and adlibs, to Glorilla to Megan Thee Stallion to Trina. Whistling at every peek of cheek and nip, calling out to see the 'pretty lady' when you coyly fanned your legs at him from the floor.

When you got down on your hands and knees, you felt a smack against your cheeks hard enough to snap your illusion. You leaned onto your forearms, ass up in the air, and broke into laughter as more bills rained down. It was like a confetti canon was let off or someone hit the Golden Button for you.

"That felt personal." You said over your shoulder at where Fontaine sent another fan of bills into the air, "You tryin' to tell me something?"

"Yeah--to bring that ass over here so I can get my hands on you," Fontaine patted his thigh, "Thought this was gonna be a lap dance..."

"Private does not mean lap." You sniffed. Honestly, you weren't sure because you've never been to a strip club but with the way he was throwing bills--the living room was cosplaying as a VIP section at King of Diamonds.

You took your time in coming closer, wondering if you could skip on singles before Fontaine snatched you right up when you were close enough.

"This is too much! When did you even have time to take out all these damn dollars?"

"I been waiting on this, baby. Shit, I woulda threw gold if it ain't' hurt..."

You laughed and looked around at the singles carpeting your floor in disbelief, it's like you had a new rug installed! There were dollars all overt the coffee table and even some fluttered over to coat the entertainment center. Was there a dollar up in the light fixture? Was that a fire hazard?

Fontaine's teeth nipped at your earlobe, turning your next remark into soft moan. His hand ran up to cup your neck, breathing you in with a hungry hum.

His voice was all smoke and honey, "This is all well an' good, but I think I'm feeling a certain type of way..."

"Is it the horny way?"

Your cheekiness got you mean little pinch to your sensitive nipples. Jolting only pushed you closer to his greedy hands. It was his turn to touch. He plucked and twisted your nipples, making you mewl and melt into his touch. You ground down into his lap where you felt he needed you most, making him sigh into your ear.

"Gonna be the death of me, ain't ya?" Fontaine husked, "Here lies 'Taine, bust so hard he went on to glory. He leaves everything to his pretty-booty havin' lady."

"What if I promise to shake somethin' on your grave, would that be better--no biting!"

Fontaine growled something into the mouthful of shoulder he had, shaking his head gently and making you squeal and scrunch up to try and escape.

Still warm from being in the spotlight of Fontaine's attention and the pulsing music, your head swam with delight. It felt like victory. You turned and kissed at the side of his face before your lips met.

Allowing yourself to be admired and seen was like nothing else. Fontaine has always shown nothing but devotion to you but you still felt like he was...just being nice. You were holding yourself back from assumed disappointment but this whole time he's been waiting on you.

Talk about blocking your blessings...

When your grinding became more insistent, Fontaine leaned back with his lip caught between his teeth.

"That's what I'm talkin' about. Show me how you feel."

You looked over you shoulder, holding his hands against your breast as you rode in his lap. Fontaine hissed, one of his hands quickly escaped to clasp around your hips to grind up into you.

Leaning forward enough on your hands, your delicates went directly in his face as you tugged at his pant leg pointedly. Fontaine ignored your impatience and ran a hand over you, from between your shoulders down to the backs of your thighs.

You could hear him popping the button on his jeans and the rattle of his belt.

"How bad you want it, pretty?"

"Bad, real bad."

"'Do anything fo' it' bad?"

" 'Let you do anything to me' bad."

It happened fast after that, Fontaine righted you in his lap enough for him to press into your pussy. The stretch dropped your mouth open and Fontaine groaned at how wet you already were.

LOW started and you bounced to the beat, grinning dopily up at the ceiling at the feel of him hitting all your good spots. Your shorts provided a wonderful friction against your clit from how Fontaine shoved the fabric aside to let himself in.

It felt so naughty. To fuck on Fontaine like you were starved for him to the music rattling your walls. The thrill twisted with desire in your stomach, hurtling you faster and faster to your peek.

Suddenly more bills rained down and paired with Fontaine's laugh, more lust than amusement--it pushed you over the edge.

"That's it, I feel you, g'on and get yo' shit. Can't believe yo' pretty ass was shy..."

Fontaine took over. A bruising grip onto your hips, tipped you back into his chest as he thrust up into you in earnest.

"Puttin' that shit on me heavy, acting like you don't know what you do to me." Fontaine found a few singles that were being crumpled between you and pressed them to your dewy, lower back.

"Shieet, looks better than money. Wish you can see as much as yo' ass feel it, fuck." He gave your ass slap, you called out as you came. It felt like fire shot through you, leaving you reaching for any bit of him to clutch.

Between the music still going and Fontaine handling you so well, the sensations left you gasping. Legs burning and head filled with needy thoughts, you protested when Fontaine stopped your bouncing and maneuvered you until he slid free.

"Oh, show ain't over yet--you feel me?"

You did. Fontaine was heavy and hot where he tapped all over your ass, leaving kisses of wet spots. It filled you with a flash of pride or maybe even possessiveness. Craining your neck, you did you best to get a glimpse but Fontaine hand cupped your neck licked the shell of your ear.

"Yeah, that's you gettin' all over me. Tryna make me messy just how you like it, huh?"

He hissed when you writhed in his lap, ghost riding his dick until he gave you a little push to stand. Your mouth dropped open to whine but Fontaine turned you towards the middle of the room.

"Show me how you want it."

Fontaine held himself tight at the base, his lips lax enough for his gold to wink in the lamp light.

As gracefully as you could--you went down onto your knees before lying back to put your legs in the air. You rolled over in the blanket of dollars, wriggling down your shorts to one ankle until you could flick them away.

Fontaine grinned down at you, kneeling to slot his palm into the arch of your foot, his other hand stroking himself.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, eyes fixed to where his dick bumped against your mound.

"Prettiest thing touchin' soil and you think it ain't enough..."

Fontaine moved your other thigh to the side around his hip, leaving you spread completely. You were still working, still giving him a show, but you couldn't bear to keep your hands off of him.

When you hand ran under his shirt, Fontaine tugged it over his head swiftly and much to your delight. The sight of his broad chest and delicious skin made you all the more impatient.

"Hurry up, Mr. Lapdance--the show ends when the music does."

Fontaine's eyes flashed.

"You lucky we ain't meet like that. D'you wanna know what I would do if you showed out like that on a pole?

The image formed in your mind was electric. Pretending to be a little Stallion and running into a hungry handed, greedy eyed Fontaine in low strobe lights.

Not knowing just what he had in store for you as you led him to the privacy booths--intent on earning his attention.

When you licked your lips, Fontaine groaned softly, you smiled at him.

What's another little secret?

"I did take a few classes, if you ever wanna see ahn--!"

Pressing into your heat, Fontaine grumbled something about Home Depot.

"Shouldn't have told me that, now I gotta put a stage in here somewhere in this bitch..."

Drunk on pleasure, you could only cry out as Fontaine chased his thoughts out loud. The change in position, with him looming above you muttering filthy promises--it was too much for you.

"O-Oh fuck, 'Taine!"

He froze to watch your eyes roll close as you shook apart beneath him with a sob. Fontaine lowered himself to bracket you between his forearms to kiss you, swallowing your moans. His hips snapped, lost rhythm and then he was coming with satisfied growl.

That was it. You were dead. Your very soul leaked onto his thighs and the carpet below.

'Here lies me, twerked too close to the sun...'

Fontaine releases a heavy, satisfied hum into your ear as he finally collapsed onto you. It should have been stifling and your knew your legs would be useless for the next while, but all you could do was grin at the feel of the dollar bill stuck to his shoulder.

What a way to go....

------

When the playlist finally ended, the silence found you both covered in sweat and dollar bills. Fontaine rubbed a loc of your hair between his fingers and you rested your eyes--head on his shoulder. Your hand wandering aimlessly across his chest as you began to doze.

He tugged gently to get your attention, "Want you to do me a favor."

"Mn. If it involves moving, you gotta pay me."

Fontaine snorted and flicked away the bill stuck to the thigh you've strewn across him. You shrugged a shoulder with a lifted brow, you got me there.

He continued, "If you can help it...I'd like for you not to hide from me anymore."

The change in his tone had you searching for his gaze and of course it was already on you. Fontaine took your hand in his, turning yours until he held it in his open palm.

"I...okay. I can do that for you."

You weren't ready to talk about the past and trying to make sense of your complicated feelings of being perceived. Something told you that it wasn't the time, maybe it was you hiding again, but at least Fontaine took your words earnestly.

He kissed your hand once, twice before leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he went back to playing with your locs.

"Good..and no more watchin' Baddies. Watching them girls fucks wit' your disposition," Fontaine reached for a handful of bills to sprinkle all over you, "You wanna be a Stallion? Lemme know and I'll give you a ride."

"Oouf you are terrible." You hid your face into his neck, "But once my legs come back online, you're in trouble."

Fontaine patted your ass, "Can't threaten me with good troubles, baby."

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ending notes: thank you so much for reading! It's a long one but the idea wouldn't leave me alone! Might need some tweaking and editing since it's another Before Work Drop lmao! Please tell me what you think and what other things I should try, don't be shy! Comment and reblog please! 💕🥰💜

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[hotteoki]

drunk bf ateez headcanons - 2k celebration!

pairing: ateez x reader (no prns used)

cw: mentions of alcohol (obvie)

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanon

notes: after watching drunkteez on wanteez and having yunho on my mind i just had to write this ( ˘ ³˘)

notes: this is my second celebration post! happy 2k followers!

hongjoong

he seems fine

at first

he's downing shots, glasses, bottles

at flash speed

but he's fine

even he says he's fine

"i just don't feel anything"

"well i mean some people just don't get drunk"

"maybe i'm just reeeeeally talented"

you're like thinking 'oh! he's not too bad'

...

did the 'reeeeeally' not give you warning signs in your head

you spoke too soon

next thing you know he's trying to shove his head down the billiard/pool/snooker table holes

it's more of gently ramming his head against the table edge than shoving his head tho

you were dying laughing by the time you reached him

"joong what are you doing???"

"i'm looking for thissssss"

"what is 'this', joongie?"

it's silent for a while and you're rubbing his back

then he just pops up

"this!"🫰🏻

(ಠ ಠ)

he thinks he's sooooo funny

you had to stare at him for a good few minutes before processing what the hell you just witnessed

he's upgraded from terrible dad jokes to terrible rizz jokes

i don't think i can decipher which is worse

he's also balancing the shot glasses on the back of his hand

which had you PANICKING

a whole migraine just from that

forget a hangover

your fear of him breaking one of those is enough for you to want to die

surprisingly he didn't break any

"see baby? i'm just tooooooo talented"

he's giggling so much

it's so cute :(

but add the worst aegyo in the world to the list

it’s near bang chan level of horrifying

i mean sure

joong is NATURALLY a giant tiny cutie

but when he’s doing it on purpose???

um.

well!

okay!

(유∀유|||)

have fun!

seonghwa

no thoughts behind those eyes

just blink blink (0_0) (-_-) (0_0)

i'm pretty sure he's on mars

and out of nowhere he starts singing along to i want it that way playing in the background (b99 ref (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘))

singing along very loudly if i may add

BUT

as soon as the song ends

he's back to his (0_0) (-_-) (0_0) agenda

at one point

you’ve just gotten used to his giggles and clapping out of the blue

yeah he just applauds randomly

to whom and why?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he just wants to i guess

"hwa, i think we should go now it's like 4am-"

"HAKUNA MATATA YO"

oh he's singing again!

will not stop for the next twenty minutes

in his head it's a free karaoke bar

and he's just singing to his heart's content

he can also get pouty very quickly

and is very, very clingy

whichever one of your arm is nearer to him is not going to hear the bells of freedom for the rest of the long night

to be fair

if any of the other members are near him

he's also going to be clinging to them

just

a little less than you

he loves you the most after all! ><

all in all

he's pretty chill

every now and then

this is a bit short cause i don’t know what else i could say i’m sorry (╥_╥)

i'll make it up with a seonghwa drabble soon promise

yunho

where did this man's energy come from???????

one minute he's on the dance floor

he's 'boogying', as he said

the next he's running laps around the bar

you're just shocked he hasn't crashed into another poor innocent person yet

oh and now he's on the stage! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

are you ripping out your hair yet

( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫ (yunho!!!!!!)>ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

he's singing what seems to be halazia

except it's literally just the word halazia being repeated

you're pretty sure he sang 'hala-hala-hala-hala-halazia' like about seven times

stream seven by jungkook

you had to physically drag him down from the stage

“nooooo baby you don’t understand i still need to sing hips don’t lie they need meeeeeee (ง'̀-'́)ง”

“yeah ok shakira let’s go”

his hand slips from yours and he’s sucked into the wardrobe of narnia

cause even tho he’s a literal giant

you can’t seem to find his usually sticking out head

the reason why?

he’s squatting while doing the dougie

why? i don’t know

i don’t think he knows either

but he’s dougieing!

he’s also spitting BARS

starts rapping to mingi’s part in guerilla while you’re trying to drag him out

at this point you’re beginning to suspect that he’s not actually drunk

maybe a little tipsy

but mostly just staying to cause chaos

and to give you a headache

but his little pout as you’re pulling him away

“yuyu come on we have to go >:(“

“but baby i don’t want tooooo”

does this face 🥺

yk that one time when ateez made faces imitating the emoji signs they were holding

and yuyu had the 🥺 one

THATS EXACTLY THE FACE HES MAKING

and how can you deny this golden retriever :,)

(if you can resist it you’re just a maniac frankenstein cheoreom georeo maniac maniac ha ha idk i don’t make the rules)

“okay fine… but no-”

“YAY i’ll be back”

he does in fact come back a few minutes later

HOLDING A PIGEON?????

“YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PUT THE BIRD DOWN-”

“i made a friend! :D”

you’re certain he took a few years off your life in just one night

yeosang

since we've never actually seen him drunk

cause he's a fairy

i'll go by what joong san and hwa were saying in their vlive like ages ago

cause apparently yeosang gets all cute

so let's imagine a very clingy sangie

just tugging and snuggling into your arm

mumbling your name too

his cute nose scrunches up whenever you try to move

he whines about how you don’t love him anymore

literally just because you moved to scratch an itch on your neck

“sangie what do you mean i don’t love you anymore of course-”

“you don’t LOVE ME ANYMORE :-(”

near tears because he’s convinced of his point

sigh

“baby why do you think i don’t love you anymore?”

“hm??”

confused blink blink

he’s forgotten what he was even saying

your hand brushing through his hair is just too distracting!!!!

he’s a simple man ok?

( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

that’s how i imagine he looks

with a flushed face

but still looking like an angel sent from heaven

but yk

don’t forget about his muscles

（ΦωΦ）

atp he’s fed up with you moving around while trying to take care of the other members

so he just tightens his iron grip on your arm

good luck moving a literal koala clinging onto your arm

like hwa’s situation

you’re not moving another inch until he’s satisfied with the amount of love he’s showered you

which

he never will be

◝(๑꒪່౪̮꒪່๑)◜

again very short cause i have nothing to come from ;-(

san

literally the LOUDEST mfer in the bar

you can expect everyone within a twenty meter radius to be staring at the two of you

you just standing there like (ಥ‿ಥ) and he's just like ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

flexing

he's not doing it on purpose

but like

come on

how can you NOT stare at the gorgeous man that is your boyfriend

gawddamn

what snaps you out of your daze was san suddenly pointing at you

"san what are you doing?"

"youuuuuu... are soooooo... not me"

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

oh he's so far gone

i don't think even he knows what he's doing

bro's just saying things

he's literally the walking epitome of speaking to speak

the worst, and i mean absolutely WORST case of asian flush ever

every exposed square inch of his skin is bright red

you're like

panicking trying to get him to sit down

cause he's stumbling around into every person in the bar

he's practically knocking them over like bowling pins

then immediately apologising in the cutest way possible

the second he's made it out of the human mosh pit tho

(╥﹏╥)

you're like (ಠ ''ಠ)

"sannie, honey, why are you crying?"

"i don't know"

sniffle

"i just love you soooooo much..."

"thank you i-"

"like SOOOOO much"

"okay thank you baby-"

"i love you like thissssssss much"

he's holding out his hands

and he's stretching them out as far as possible

and before you know it

oop! he's bear hugging you

his cheek is squished against the top of your head as he's mumbling incoherent words

the only thing you can make out tho is

"i love you so much"

you guys are such goals (;-;)

mingi

okay since we’ve never seen drunk minki

i’m going to go by the endoscopy ep

where he was breakdancing

at first he was convincing gaslighting you that he was fine

because fine means stumbling around and not even being able to walk in a straight line

but whatever suits him! :p

no seriously

he could not walk properly for the LIFE of him

he was crashing into strangers and waiters alike here and there

and by crashing

i mean practically throwing himself onto them

but the second he stands back up

he’s back to yelling into their faces that he’s sober

like mingi…

no one believes you

(￢_￢;)

you were following him right on his tail

frantically apologising to everyone he disturbed

and he’s bopping his head

he’s jamming!!!!!! 乁( • ω •乁)

he’s in his own little world

which is so adorable you almost want to cry :-(

but by the time you have to leave

and he’s STILL dancing around

you have to start pulling aggressively on his arm

he won’t go otherwise

he could stay there all night just to prove a point

the point?

that he’s sober

yes he’s still on that topic

because he’s 100% NOT drunk!!!!!!!!!!

“mingi we have to go-”

“BUT BRUNO MARS IS ON”

“MINGI ITS NOT EVEN BRUNO MARS ITS JUSTIN BEIBER”

“…o yea! ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ”

sigh moment from you

“i want bruno mars thoooooo do you fink i can request for bruno marsssss??????”

“no”

“why not!!!!!! ;-(”

“cause we have to go (˘∀˘)/(ㅠ~ㅠ)”

pushing him out of the bar now

he’s a fun person to be around when you’re drunk as well tho

wooyoung

witch cackle amplified by 2611%

it’s so funny tho

he laughs over literally NOTHING

a stranger walking in the bar?

HILARIOUS

someone passing by?

howling on the floor

the toilet door opening?

he’s wiping away tears

hongjoong tripping over a chair in his drunken state?

he’s getting a 10 pack at this rate

to be fair

you also cackled at poor hongjoong pretending like his dignity didn’t just get absolutely annihilated

at the same time

he’s also just fumbling around

he’s not very sober

like

not sober enough to recognise you

“oooooooh you’re soooooooo good looking we should go outttt”

“wooyoung this is the fifth time tonight we’ve been together for over a year”

“say whaaaaaaaaaat???!!!!?!!?!”

starts coddling you after that

he’s so sweet but in a loud way

well

louder than usual

cant stop kissing you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

no literally

i’m not exaggerating

he will CHASE you around the pub to kiss you if needed

he has done that before (in my head)

“wooyoung people are staring-”

“COME BACK LEMME KISS YOUUUUUUU ε=┌(;･д･)┘”

now

you might be thinking

skits, why would i ever deny kisses from wooyoung????

yeah see

he thinks he’s kissing you

he’s not

he’s biting you

like full on CHOMP CHOMP CHOMPERS

it’s not even cute lil :3 nom noms

ITS LITERALLY FULL ON TEETH RAWRS

so unless you want a chunk of your skin gone

start running! :p

jongho

you really think he's going to be the drunk one?

him??????

bro has not seen a day of being drunk

he could be downing bottles of every kind of alcohol known to mankind

and still be fresh as a daisy

(≖ᴗ≖) ✿

he'd be the one challenging the entire bar into drinking too

he handles his alcohol very well

let's be honest, you're probably the one drunk

he's going to be taking care of you instead

BUT you never told him how he once drunkenly went up to the bar stage

and started shooing off the performers

before flaunting off his vocals

so that was fun

let's say he hypothetically was wasted tho

i'll use the endoscopy ep as an example like mingi

he's just going to be asleep

just

snore mimimimi snore mimimimi

he might wake up like every half hour

and get all confused

but it's so cute :(

like he's just lifting his head up from your lap

◝(´Ｏ｀)◜

probably definitely drooling tho

it's going to be pretty short for him cause he just doesn't get drunk

he's invincible

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[starrywyatt]

☆ chapter 12: what the big fat fuck ☆

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

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george's pov:

i struggle to get out of bed this morning as me and madison didn't stop talking until about 2am and i had to be at podcast filming for 10am. i hop on a limebike and head straight to the studio and i make it for bang on 10am and of course, max is late.

"good morning, you're the first one here" producer callum says and i sigh, "typical".

"sorry guys! my alarm didn't go off" max walks in at 10:15, crocs and disney tshirt on. "i'm so tired, i've been so ill" max says and we run over the brief itinerary for today's episode but we never really stick to it anyways.

"hello everyone and welcome to the useless hotline. i'm max balegde" he says with a lot less energy than usual and i end up finishing off the intro. "okay george, you're gonna have to take the reigns today because i'm ill as fuck" max groans, so i do just that. "well, what have you been up to? apart from being ill and having a skin tone that matches the colour of the office walls" i joke. "well, i went home and saw my dog, josie bless her. her tongue is hanging on for dear life, it was actually quite sad. and then me and andrew have been dealing with a leaky tap in the kitchen" he explains. "bet that's not the only leaky tap in that one" i joke and it lands awfully. "i'm too ill to put up with your shit today" max sighs. "you forgot like the most exciting part of our week, madison's concert!" i say. "OH MY GOD YEAH!" max says, almost jumping back to life. "i thought that was last week, jesus" he says. "no, very much this week. only like 3 or 4 days ago" i laugh. "lots has happened since then. but yeah, we saw the amazing madison scott in concert and i just want to tell you all, i was the one who suggested arthur hill on this podcast! so you can all thank me for that" he says, bragging as usual. "yeah you did. i mean excellent choice and arthur's very grateful too. but what did you think of the show?" i ask him. "well, you all know i'm the biggest madison scott fan so it was amazing. vocals, on point. dancing, stunning and visuals were incredible too" max explains excitedly. "yeah i thought it was great too. i am a more recent madison fan i'll be honest. but she did amazing, i was very impressed and so much i went back to night 2" i smile. "yeah! i heard you went back again, so that's true?" max asks. "yep, got guest list, no biggie" i smirk. "do you guys remember when he was humble?" max looks to camera. "but no, honestly even better the second time. i don't know how she does it, feeling very lucky to have such talented friends" i smile. "yeah, arthur was incredible too! i was like, how crazy is it to have friends that are literal pop stars, like it's my literal dream" max says. "yeah shoutout to arthur too. dead in the disco lives goes crazy and his new one, john wayne. stream the shit out of both of them and go see them if you can somehow find tickets" i laugh. "yeah and then you held an amazing after party" max says. "yep, party planner of the year" i nod. "not quite, massive shout to abigail, madi's bestfriend she helped massively. but i just thought it would be a cute way to celebrate the opening night of their tour. they both worked hard to make the show happen so thought we could all have a little boogie" i say. "yeah and i've been promised there's another big celebration coming at the end of the tour" max smiles. "yeah, i'm looking forward to that one" i smile.

we continue with the episode, discussing random other stories from our week before coming onto the dilemmas. "george, i think i can hear the phone ringing" max says, holding his ear out. "you sure can" i say, pressing the 100% functional button on the phone. "hey max and george and guest if there is one" the girl says. "nope" i bluntly interrupt. "i'm like seeing this guy, but it's not official and we haven't shagged or anything, just kissed but for the past couple weeks we've been together non stop and now he's going on a cruise for a month so i basically won't see him. how do i trust him to not get with someone else or can i even be mad if he does? thanks" the voice note finishes and i realise it sounds kind of similar to me and madison. "hmm george what advice do you have?" max asks. i try to decide whether to answer seriously or not. "hmm that's a tough one because technically if you're not together anything could happen but i feel like it's kind of human decency if you have something with someone else, you maybe don't pursue other people" i say. "yeah i completely agree. like when i was talking to andrew, i shagged 100s of people but i just have no human decency." he says and i awkwardly laugh. "that was such a bad joke, why did i say that?" he says, putting his head in his hands. "my advice would be, maybe just continuously drop subtle hints you're interested and try check in every day and just try maintain what you had at home whilst they're away" i smile. "yeah that's cute advice. and if he cheats on you, chop his willy off!" max says very aggressively. "jesus. but then is it even cheating if they're not together?" i say. "i mean i'd say like emotional cheating. i don't know" max shrugs and move onto the next one.

we wrap up the episode and max heads home because he doesn't feel well. i head home also but stop off at joe and the juice for some lunch and it reminds me of madison, so i send her a selfie.

madison's pov:

i look over at the clock and it was 11:15am and we had parked up outside the nottingham venue, so i did my morning skin care and went downstairs to have some late breakfast with arthur and some of the band. i made sure to change my (george's) hoodie before heading down. however, as i was about to head downstairs, my phone buzzed.

i couldn't help myself. i don't know why but that selfie made butterflies appear in my stomach and a massive smile on my face.

i head downstairs and am met with everyone and luckily they had ordered food for me too. "morning" they all say in unison like we're in a cult. i sit down and enjoy my bacon roll and coffee before heading inside to the venue.

i sound check and realise i need to decide which cover i'm going to sing tonight, i know george isn't going to be here so i could be really bold or i could just do a fun song. after soundcheck i head into my dressing room and scroll instagram for bit until i come across a post...

max and george had mentioned coming to my show on their podcast and they were both so cute saying they enjoyed it and were proud of me. i decide to listen to the full episode as i got ready for the show as i missed both of them already and it was nice to hear them both like they're with me.

i was soon ready and decided to watch arthur from the wings as always. 'dead in the disco' is about to play and i facetime george, he picks up on first ring which makes me smile. "thought you might want to hear this one" i say and flip the camera so he can see arthur on stage. i can't lie my attention is no longer on arthur on stage, i find myself watching george on the screen singing and smiling along to the song. as soon as it was over, i decide i need to get changed before i go on stage so i head back into my dressing room, george still on the phone.

"how's your day been?" i ask him. "busy, i went gym and then filmed with the sidemen for like 4 hours and now tomorrow i have to go film some stuff with max for unihomes so i need to pack and have an early night" he explains. "aww nice, what video did you film with the sidemen?" i ask. i love asking him about his youtube stuff because i can tell he genuinely loves it and that makes me happy. he explains it all to me and we continue talking and it had now been 20 minutes. "okay, i need to go get changed but have an early night and i'll speak to you tomorrow" i smile. "okay, have a good show. don't miss me too much" he says and i roll my eyes and hang up.

i get changed and get ready to head on stage. the crowd was incredible and the show was passing pretty quickly and it was time for my surprise cover. "so, i decided that each night i'm going to sing a cover of a song that i'm loving or relating to at the moment and tonight's song is from one of my favourite artists ever and arguably one of my biggest inspirations. this is 'you belong with me'" i smile and begin strumming the chords and singing the song. i'd be lying if i said this wasn't aimed at george but it was also just a fun song for me to sing.

the show was officially over and we headed back to the tour bus. me and arthur end up spending ages talking on the kitchen table about so many random things but then we decide it's time to head to bed.

george's pov:

i wake up early the next morning to head to leeds with max to film some content for unihomes. madison had text me good night but i had fallen asleep early. so i message her good morning. i get in the uber, scheduling a pit stop at max's to take to us to st pancras. max walks into the uber. "oh my god, have you seen?" he says very excitedly. "no, what?" i say, confused. "LOOK" he shoves his phone in my face.

"madi sang a taylor swift song?" i question, laughing. "NO! LOOK AT THE COMMENTS!" he shouts and then i notice. "oh shit! taylor commented!" i say. "YES WHAT THE FUCK" max says, very excitedly. "madison is gonna freak out" i say, smiling at the thought of her excitement. "me and andrew were screaming! will she be awake? can i call her?" max asks and i look at the time, it's 9:30am. "you can try but she did the show last night so i don't know" i shrug. i know she went to bed late because she texted me but if i say that, max will think it's sus.

max calls and she doesn't answer, so we wait for her to reply.

madison's pov:

i roll over and see the time, it's 12:30pm. oops. may have slept a bit too long. i squint at my phone and see hundreds of notifications.

💬messages abigail

GIRL WAKE TF UP

3 more messages

💬messages george

i hope someone has a defibrillator on standby

📞phone max 3 missed calls

📞phone andrew 3 missed calls

i was so confused. what was going on? i open mine and abigail's chat first.

abigail doesn't reply, so i facetime max. "i've literally just woke up, what's going on?" i say without saying hello. "someone has posted a video of you singing last night and taylor has seen it!" he explains excitedly. "in your famous words, WHAT THE BIG FAT FUCK" i say and max says it back. george's head pops into frame, "i guess you've seen it by the shouting" he laughs. "what the fuck is going on" i say and decide to run downstairs. "GUYS TAYLOR SWIFT SAW ME SINGING" i shout and i get a chorus of reactions. some people already knew, some are shocked. "i haven't even seen the comment" i say, opening instagram and thankfully it's the first post that appears. "INSANELY GOOD? TAYLOR SWIFT SAID I'M INSANELY GOOD?" i shout and have a minor (major)  freak out.

[bugeyedfreaks]

Your personal ranking for all the villains’ lairs/houses/homes in the Powerpuff Girls series?

Okay, so, I was actually going to make this a whole huge post with tons of screenshots and everything… but I never had the time and I haven’t answered it in months. These are also sort of my rapid fire, super quick opinions that aren’t ultra in-depth deep dives (if anyone wanted me to do one of my deep dives on one of the villain’s lairs… send me an ask and I might, as long as I could just focus on one at a time)… so they’re a little bit joke-y. But I want to post this once and for all, so here you go!

Fuzzy Lumpkins

Total cottagecore vibes. I mean, a cute, cozy little shack in the woods? So quaint! So calming! It's okay, ignore all the gunshot noises. 6/10!

Him

I like his weird pink void better than his Dali-esque one from the later seasons. It feels a lot more mysterious and foreboding to me, I can't exactly explain why. 8/10 for the pink void, 5/10 for the Dali-esque place.

Boogie Man

I WANT TO PARTY IN HIS SEXY UNDERGROUND DISCO 10/10!!!!!

Femme Fatale

Just a sensible apartment. The art could be less, uh, on point? 3/10, kind of bland.

Mojo Jojo

He absolutely needs more furniture, but the way he decorates is impeccable. I love that clean, modern feel... very sleek and sophisticated. The actual observatory is probably labyrinthian with all sorts of weird rooms and stuff and the fact that it has all that space while also being on top of a volcano is kind of cool. 9/10!

Gangreen Gang

It's a dump but they keep it pretty clean! I would not want to live that close to garbage, though. The actual clubhouse gets a 8/10 (it's comfy in there, plus they have a kickass stereo system and can jam whenever they want!) but for the location, I give it a 3/10.

Princess Morbucks

Genuinely wanted her bedroom as a kid (I just like the idea of having a big comfy royal bed with that curtain above it, it's so fancyyyy), and I think it's so cool that she apparently has, like, all this other cool junk in her house. She's so snobby and would give me a 0/10 but I have to give her place at least a 9/10.

The Smiths

I'd hate my life too if I had Harold's house. 2/10, just a typical suburban home.

Lenny Baxter

You know this place smells musty and crusty and is covered with a thin coating of Cheeto dust. 0/10, burn it to the ground and keep his collection inside when you do.

Roach Coach

I'm saving the worst ones for last, apparently. 🤣 I'll give his apartment a 1/10 because I just think it's so bizarre that he even had an apartment to begin with. I get that we're supposed to think he's a human, but I wonder if it's like a Men In Black thing where he's a roach that just lives inside a robot body and needed the place for appearances. ...anyway, I give the actual apartment building a 5/10 because it actually didn't look bad. It’s actually pretty nice and clean. Why must Roach Coach keep his place in such squalor?!

Also, is he paying the rent for all of his roach friends, too? Wow. What a king.

Sedusa never really had a place to live and I refuse to count the dump because that's really the GGG's turf, so I'm giving Craig McCracken a 0/10 score for this. Shame!

Actually, since I'm such a sweet and kind and generous person, I will give him a 10/10 for just letting the Amoeba Boys kind of wander around without a real home either. They're too stupid to own real estate. Great commitment to character detail. 👍

If I forgot anyone else's lair let me know and I’ll add it!

[totallynotokguys]

If Wild Card was a Real Boy: Snails

Imagine Grian has gathered his friends again and he's told them their going back to the basics: three lives, red hostile, and boogie man. But this time with nerfed enchantments and new bioms/mobs from updated Minecraft. And his friends are like, "Yeah, sure. It's a life series. We're down."

But it's a lie!

The first session progresses like normal, people gather supplies and teams are beginning to be formed - then right near the end.

3. 2. 1...

Creepy sound and a flash of some symbol.

What?

The lifers are confused. Was that supposed to be the boogieman curse activating? Why did it show up so late? Did Grian forget to activate it until now?

Some look around. Nothing happens. They continue on, if a little more uneasy now.

A few lifers spot them immediately.

The snails are back!

There was never a boogie curse, it was a snail curse all along!

It's panic, fear, pandemonium, chaos in a box!

Maybe the lifers discover that episode, maybe they don't until the next, but these snails are different.

They aren't killing their people.

They are cute as ever, making silly noises and following along like true stockers, but they don't hurt you. They don't fly. And they aren't fast.

Sure they are a little annoying, if you drop a block near them they shloop it up. If your build is between you and them they just demolish it. If you build a tower up they cry pitifully while circling your tower like sad lil puppies. If you swim too long they accidently drown and take you with them.

The murder snail is now an annoying pet you have to take care of.

Which, is kinda cute. Lifers learn to get along with the thing they once feared and snail pranks ensue. (locking yourself in another person's base so your snail will chew holes all over it. Lagging peoples supplies into your snails mouth. Discovering a trap under your base because the trappers snail gave them away.)

Cute snail moments happen too (snail race the second, Scar turning his snail into a Star Wars fan, Impulse figuring out how to use his snail mechanics to make a cool farm, BDubs trying to get his snail to sleep on his bed, Grian being yelled at by the whole server to get down because he made another sky net but forgot to make a way for his snail and now is crying bloodied murder for the whole server to hear)

And then session 3 happens. It's all normal, it's progressing how the lifers expect just with snails... until a snail kills their lifer.

Did I say there was no boogie curse?

I lied. There still is, it just affects the snails instead of of the lifers.

So now, every session the lifers are once again living in fear. Is their snail the boogie this session? How many snails will become boogies in one session? When will the curse strike? They don't know.

Of course there are ways to tell. Someone realizes their snail isn't eating everything they drop anymore and moments later they just barely dodge a snail strike. Boogie snails only have taste for their flesh. Someone pillars up high and finds their snail can now propeller up to them. Boogie snails can fly. Someone tries to drown another snail but it survived, only to wiggle and attack its lifer a moment later. Boogie snails don't drown.

Boogie snails also don't remain boogie forever. There's a time limit, and if they don't kill their lifer in that time (time ranges from 15 minutes to half an hour) then they go back to normal.

Lifers learn to adjust, they learn the tricks or they die but it's fun, it's harrowing, it keeps them on their toes.

And then someone turns red and their snail becomes red named too. The red snail still chases after its lifer, but doesn't eat them. It eats anyone else that gets too close. The red name now has an attack dog. A very slow one but still affective if the red life uses it right.

Red snails are like boogie snails. They only eat people and they cannot drown. Unlike boogie they cannot fly and they never stop hunting.

When their lifer dies... they travel to the lifers last resting place and remain there for the rest of the season.

[jackiepackiee]

Hey princess

(oh god that's weird.)

I have seen that your request are open (or my delusional ass is lying to me)

So could I request like any of the flags x reader that's like ummmmm... Like a mad Scientific that explodes almost everything they touch?

Take your own time honey buns and take care or else the boogie man will get you❤️💋

-arrozamarilloAnon🍚

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚡 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Warnings - explosions?

Type - headcanons

Made this platonic cause I didn’t know 🙏

Albatross -

Duo made in hell

How is all of Yokohama not gone?

Will ask you to add some crazy shit to his vehicles

Say no, please

Will very much enjoy watching your creations

And enjoys watching them blow up even more

“Can you make me part robot? Pleaseeee?” “No.”

Probably the worst best on having as a lab assistant

Will try and steal some chemicals

6/10, entertaining but not safe

Pianoman -

Will yell at you

If you’re ever caught being reckless? (Which you always are)

He will drag you away from whatever you’re working on and scold you

He isn’t leader of the flags for nothing

And no, he isn’t scared of you

He’s scared for you

Bombs, explosives, chemicals, all very dangerous

And he cares about you

6/10, great person but you won’t be having fun

Lippmann -

Such a menace

Will try and mess with people on missions with you

Threats became a whole lot easier

“Listen to me or my scientist friend will use you as a lad rat.”

As for bombs? A little scared

Don’t you dare ruin that perfect face with smoke from the explosion

But, he will cheer you on from afar

7/10, good but not extraordinary

Doc -

Twin!

Who better than this crazy scientist to be a duo with the port mafias best (or worst) scientist

Saying worst depending on what your skill is used for

Doc’s goal is to save lives, and what’s better than some of the victims of you?

Mafia enemies only of course

As for the explosions? He won’t be present

Already has enough health issues, and smoke isn’t his thing

All in all 9/10 for a partner in crime

Iceman -

Concerned

He’s a gentle, precise man

Tries to keep his life clean even during work

And having you around blowing up every other object? It’s a handful

He’ll never say anything mean

Only out of concern will he use this big muscles and drag you away from another experiment

“No, you’re going to blow your hand off.”

8/10, great for safety

Chuuya 16! -

Thinks it’s the coolest thing to watch explosions

“Blow this up! Woah! Again, again!”

He’s still a teen, of course watching a dumb of buildings get destroyed is awesome

But… still a little scared

You’re a scientist, and his past with them aren’t great

Rest assured that you’ll grow on him, everybody does

Always wants to team up

Using his gravity manipulation you can be right next to a bomb and he’ll protect you from any scrap metal that may fly away

8/10, very childish when seeing explosions (it’s cute) 

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Shallan and her stand 『PATTERN』 for my JJBA!SA au ;3; Tag for this on my blog here | tip jar/requests here Design notes below!

First, Pattern, a canon design so baller we spun it off Unchanged! Forreal though, his suit is designed after a wool runway suit I saw, I just made it look folded from paper instead. Also the model was in tights but I spared you from looking at Pattern's salad fingers-ass feet and legs. I don't really think the spinning pattern cryptic head is 100% fitting in JJBA's character design styles, but I think there's precedent for shapeshifting so why not!

Shallan, being Lighteyed, gets a far more modern/pop-y/cute design than Kaladin did (his being more utilitarian). I was thinking about how Jolyne, Foo Fighters, and some of the other jojo women look, notably things like exposed midriff, painted lips, and overalls. I know Early Canon shallan is a lot more modest and reserved, So maybe in TWOK-era she has her straps up and her sleeves pulled down over her fingertips on her safehand ok, but maybe during WOR and onwards she slips a bit lol. She's got big clunky boots on under the pant legs but the pant legs are big floor dragging bell bottoms. I LOVE the Y2K-ish lightweaver symbol I put on her shirt (it looks like a heart or a butterfly so. added heart and butterfly), and echoed it on the pants. The model I was looking at just had buttons on the shirt, but I switched it to frog clasps to look a little more Vorin fashion-y. For her body itself, I always draw shallan with twin buns and still a lot of hair left to go, thinking kinda along the lines of Disney's Merida or something with copious amounts of hair, though less curly. I also decided to give it some color depth to it and go more auburn to ginger versus scarlet or full ginger. Lastly I based her general appearance off the Korean model Jung Ho Yeon, who has also modeled with red hair sometimes! Very Shallan to me!

I'm thinking the setting is going to fall on a Roshar that's in a vaguely turn of the millennium (on earth) situation. Most of the tech is still fabrial based, but it's all kinda like what you'd see in the late 90s or something. Maybe closer to the 70s/80s actually since I don't think they quite have computers as commonplace. Navani gets one. Shallan does have a Mobile Spanreed, which is kind of like an ipad but with a magnadoodle-type board (or boogie board) for a screen and a ring with up to 10 paired other Mobile Spanreeds that you can communicate with. It's very modern and very convenient. No need for paper! And you can have them paired with many other boards! Shallan likes to draw on hers when she's not actively communicating with people, of course.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Shallan is struck by part of the Arrow by Kabsal, who was planning on recruiting her into his organization before he died. He tells them as much on his deathbed. She manifests Pattern as part of that, and identifying her as a Stand User, Jasnah and Ivory take her under their tutelage, not knowing that Shallan was actually able to use Pattern since she was a child.