#lmao cutting the text just because sharing these embarrasses me

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

not so simp on main but

claude looking at me while trying to decide which part of my face to kiss but i suddenly go "you have pretty eyes" and he loses it. he cant do it. how dare i attack him like that. the king of almyra himself. meanwhile helios seeing him look away and take a step back like ??? "did you just see a spider or something????"

[nc-vb]

DONT FORGET ROT FOR THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS

My dear, I'm going to use this ask of yours as a catalyst... All of my personal favourite ASMRs, vids, etcetera... beneath the cut. Not all of them are only male moaning! Literally just all my faves I've collected LOL.

Links will not only be audios; a majority of them are videos.

Links will be from any of the following: Twitter, the Hub, Audiomack, Soundgasm, and likely other sites, so be prepared because they're not labeled, lol. And sorry if any of the links are repeated; my bad.

BUT YES, THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS UGH 😮‍💨

BLUE TEXT MEANS NEW LINKS HAVE BEEN ADDED.

Links with sparkles are my personal faves.

Edited, more added July 21, 2023

CerberosVA Now, if y'all like your man extremely vocal, if you like whimpering, or lowkey, you like the whole subby bf thing, PLEASE, THIS MAN, I cannot recommend his shit enough. He's on twt, the hub, probably the mack; please support his official work on Patreon, if you can.

x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x

softxwarm (hub) This guy does both asmr and stuff with his girlfriend, but his solo ASMRs are pretty coo'. I'll just share my top three since you can just sift through his videos, anyway.

one (video; solo) | two (video; solo) | three (video; solo)

moonxx911 (twt) ANYTHING by this man. I won't even both being specific; I listen to his shit on repeat, rotated.

Akiradubs (hub) He mostly does character dub audios, but he has some simpler ones that I enjoy, like this one.

one (audio, gn!; sub male, ig?)

RedactedASMR I haven't gotten so deep into the lore of it, but Redacted has a whole series of ASMRs that tell long ass stories, so if you have the time, I recommend searching him out. I believe most of them are on YouTube? Personally, Lasko is my favourite (he's so cute with the stuttering, ughhhh). I'm just going to link my personal Redacted playlist I've started, rather than link specific ones. You can find him on more platforms, but I don't think his n/sfw ASMRs are on Youtube... idk.

ncvb RedactedASMR playlist (the mack)

SeikyuuVA (hub; also on the mack) Look, Seikyuu isn't everyone's flavour... there's only a couple specific ones I enjoy, just because he really goes over the top with the sounds and aggression sometimes, LMAO, and it gives me second hand embarrassment...

Lxvesickk (twt) Just found him, hehe. Just listen…

WickLuvsU (twt) His audios are... immaculate.

X | X (play these both at the same time... you're welcome.)

Video Links, general

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 ✨ | 19 | 20

21 | 22 ✨ | 23 ✨ | 24 | 25 ✨ | 26 | 27 | 28 ✨ | 29 ✨| 30 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 ✨| 36 ✨| 37 | 38 | 39 ✨| 40 ✨

41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 (mmf✨)| 46 (aud✨)|

Video Links, mlm

I had to put these links in a separate post because I reached Tumblr's 100 link-per-post limit? Didn't know that was a thing. So, please find them here! There's about 80+ links.

Video Links, wlw

1 | 2 | 3

Characters Like, the fake dubs. I dunno what they're called.

Hanma Shuji (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Zhongli (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Akira/Joker (hub, audio; Seikyuu) Take this Audiomack link, too; it's my other personal playlist that has a shit ton of character ASMR dubs on it, and then some...

I'll have more to add along the way; keep an eye on the update date!

[adawngswife]

dating sean diaz hcs pt 2

- before esteban fixed up a car for sean, u guys would always take the public bus around seattle

- his favorite dates r the ones where u guys go into random small stores and thrift shops

- both of u guys cackle REALLY LOUD at tacky shirts with stupid sayings and get looks from people 😭

- ur fav thing is to go “i found something ud like” and watch sean look up from the racks in excitement to see an overly patriotic shirt that says “don’t touch my truck”

- his face drops into a frown and he picks out something 10x uglier and say it looks like something ud wear

- sean secretly buys what u say is cute but u cant afford bc thrifting is so expensive for no reason these days

- “guess what i got” and he slithers it out of his bag with an evil smile 😭 suddenly him dissing u for an hour straight doesnt even matter anymore

- once esteban texts sean for dinner u guys hop on the bus back home. he never asks sean to come home for dinner alone though! common courtesy to invite the gf

- sharing wired earbuds on the bus ride home always. sean plays little love songs bc he only listens to music that he relates to in that specific moment 😭 corny but cute. he def has songs in his head that he thinks are ur guys’ songs and plays them every chance he gets

- when u first started eating with the diaz family it was so painfully awkward

- though he kind of likes it now, he did not want his girlfriend to get to know esteban or daniel too well LMAO he didnt want to be embarrassed by anything they possibly could say

- still, even when he tried so hard to avoid it, daniel and esteban still found their ways

- estebans the kind of dad to bring up embarrassing stories about sean when he was a kid bc he KNOWS how much his son would hate it

- “y’know (y/n), im surprised seanie boy over here even managed to get a girlfriend in the first place”

- “why is that, mr. diaz?”

- “i remember he thought girls couldn’t poop until he was in middle school! i had to break the news for him—he was in denial for weeks. his voice was shaking when i told him and everything!” u can see sean pause mid-chew in the corner of his eye 😭 “and please, call me esteban”

- you just awkwardly nodded and tried to not bust out laughing. sean notices and kicks u under the table which makes u ACTUALLY bust out laughing

- esteban and daniel knew from there u were one to be trusted

- “i bet (y/n) doesn’t poop” daniel randomly said when u left that night. seans immediately swiveled his head around 😭

- just like with lyla, daniel seemed to have a crush on u as well. the only difference is that sean tries to shut it down REALLY quick.

- “she shits all the time. sometimes i wipe her ass for her bc she shits so much”

- daniel’s “eww…” is like music to his ears

- u always playfully punch him when he does this in front of u and ask why he makes u look bad in front of him

- sean never admits its bc hes jealous of a little kid 😭 he just changes the subject and kisses u bc he thinks hes sneaky

- over the summer he randomly got a buzz and didnt say anything to anybody

- he just opened his front door standing there bald as if nothing happened and ur eyes wld just kind of widen

- u wld eventually tell him it looks good tho bc it DOES he pulls it off so well

- that summer u wld always randomly start feeling his head because the texture is so interesting

- it got to the point where hed just sit on the floor in front of wherever u were so ud get to feel his freshly mowed head

- he always ends up dozing off bc its so comforting and u wld feel his head pressed on ur inner leg.

- u also get the privilege of cutting/buzzing his hair 😋

- sean doesnt trust himself so u guys sit for 40 mins watching a brad mondo video before u start going ape on his hair

- he gets kind of nervous when u get close to his face and does that thing where u switch between a persons right eye and left eye while smiling awkwardly 😭

- surprisingly it turns out good!

- i feel like ud be super nit-picky on ur work, thinking its total ass. he wld just say its perfect over and over again

- he always stares at any reflective surface and smiles like a dork in front of it. even if u did do a shit job, he probably wouldnt notice or care all that much bc he loves blindly ❤️

im on winter break so i get to be cringe and free for endless hours thank u to like the 3 other people who also like sean diaz. u r all real ones

[onboardsorasora]

❄️Enchanted AU: Christmas Part 18❄️

Allo everyone! I feel giddy every time I post these because I know we're all excited for updates. I love you all! Thank you for every comment and kudo, every reblog, like. All of it! Also... can I be real for a sec- we have like an actual plot here... like this has become an actual story about getting these two idiots together and I'm floored and honoured and frankly impressed that we're here lmao the reaction this verse has gotten is truly amazing to me. Anywho! Ignore meeee:

Part 1 | Christmas Parts 14 | Prev Part 17

Part 18

There were Christmas carols playing over the loudspeakers as they meandered to the city center. Lando had texted that they were closer to the left side of the tree and Max was thankful that that seemed to be the easier side crowd wise.

Taking Daniel's hand, Max led them through to crush people waiting. Daniel kept close behind him, clutching onto Max's arm even as he stared above them in wonder. He trusted Max to lead him. The tree looked completely different than when they saw it being installed. It wasn't lit yet but Daniel already knew it would be a breathtaking sight.

Daniel shuffled closer as they passed a family with a double stroller, squashed in by a large group protecting a cooler, and Max maneuvered him to the front of their little queue. His chest pressed into Daniel's back, he could feel every breath Daniel took while they waited for the path before them to clear. Max was very aware of how nicely Daniel fit against him, almost perfectly and snugly. He could hook his chin over Daniel’s shoulder and not have to bend over too far.

By the time they found the guys and Lily, Max was pressed tightly against Daniel's back while they moved in tandem through the tight crowd. He ignored the looks Alex and Charles gave him while Daniel happily hugged everyone in greeting.

“You guys came just in time!” Lando called out, tugging his beanie further onto his head.

“We thought it was next week.” Daniel squeaked out, embarrassed. He tucked into Lily's arms, hugging her around her middle. She hugged him around his shoulders and tilted her head onto his messy curls. Daniel relaxed, the crowd had been a little intense, even with Max at his back to protect him from the worst of it. He was also extremely happy for Max's sweater because the wind was a little chilly now that the sun was down.

“What were you guys doing?” It was Charles who asked.

“We were decorating the tree! Everyone's coming soon so we have to get everything done in time.” Daniel explained patiently. Charles' brow furrowed.

“Everyone is coming…here?” He asked slowly, as if Daniel spoke in a different language.

“Yep!” 

Lando and Charles shared a look that Daniel missed, before they both pinned Max down with a pointed stare. He narrowed his eyes at them and made a motion for them to keep quiet. Charles smirked in the way that Max hated, because he knew that it meant that Charles was going to be a little shit.

“Oh, well if everyone will be coming here then you guys should come to our Friendsmas dinner party before Lando, Alex and Lily go off.” Charles offered.

“Friendsmas?” Daniel's eyes furrowed. He eased back to look at Lily to see if Charles was making a joke or not. Lily smiled at him and nodded.

“Yes, it's a Christmas party, we exchange gifts and have fun before everyone goes off for Christmas.” Lily explained, Daniel smiled. That sounded like a wonderful idea.

“When is it?” Daniel was excited.

“It's this weekend.” Lando replied.

“Oh! How didn't we know before?” Daniel bit his lip, there was not enough time to buy anyone's presents. 

“Charles mentioned but I must have forgotten.” Max said with a resigned shrug. Alex raised a brow but said nothing to contradict him.

The conversation was cut off when the crowd started to stir in excitement. Daniel looked around,  before paying attention to the birds in the trees around them who were getting a little agitated. “Oh it's starting.” 

The birds then flew away almost en masse. Lando raised a brow at Daniel who shrugged. “I told them to leave. That they may not like all the lights.”

The carols got louder in intensity, changing from instrumental background music levels to a choir and the show began. Daniel watched in awe, even when Lily shifted him and wrapped his arms around Max so she could go cuddle with Alex. Max eventually turned him around to rest his back against him so Daniel didn't have to strain his neck. 

Max's eyes drifted from the light show to Daniel's enthralled upturned face. The glow from the various lights made him look younger. Max had never really considered the tree lighting, Charles had invited him previously and he normally declined. He saw the city’s decorations all lit up anyway, he didn't see the need to watch it happen for the first time. To fight the crowds for something he would be seeing until January.

Daniel had confided that it was something they did at home every year. The tree wasn't as large as here in Monaco but it was fun all the same. He would normally go for a run with the horses afterwards as a treat. Max had agreed to go before he could even think about it. His mouth was opening to promise that they would take the boys and go together.

Finally, after a lot of fanfare, the treelight design was revealed much to the delight of the crowd. There was applause around them, children squealing their excitement at the show. Daniel leaned back into Max's hold.

“It's so beautiful.” Daniel grinned. Max's gaze didn't leave Daniel's face, drinking in his profile almost greedily.

“Yeah, very.” Max whispered, his reply completely lost in the excitement around them.

“Have you guys had dinner yet?” Charles broke Max out of his reverie with a pointed look that Max ignored.

“Nope!” Daniel popped the p with a grin.

“We should grab something.”

They quickly agreed on a place, somewhere they went to regularly. Daniel was eager to go– having never been. Soon he found himself crammed into a booth between Max and Lando. Charles, Lilly and Alex were across from them chattering away. Alex and Lily ordered a milkshake to share, and a basket of bread was placed in the middle of the table.

Daniel looked through the menu excitedly as his friends talked around him, they were at a small Italian restaurant. This was great because he was starting to miss his Mama's cooking. He was sad though, because what he wanted wasn't on the menu– it wasn’t exactly authentic but the ‘original’ version wasn’t even an option. He overheard Charles talking to the waiter in Italian and Daniel felt his shoulders loosen a bit at the familiar sounds. 

He bit his cuticles, suddenly nervous, as he realized Charles was ordering for everyone. He didn't know what he wanted! But then everyone's attention turned to him and Daniel's eyes widened.

“Uhm.” He bit his lip.

“If you don't see something you like, I'm sure they can make something for you.” Charles offered. The waiter nodded once with a disarming smile.

Daniel looked to the waiter and timidly asked for a traditional Sicilian Christmas dish with a small adjustment– in Italian. The waiter asked him a few more questions that Daniel answered, a little more confidently once he realized that Charles was right about them making something special for him happily. The waiter left and Daniel blinked owlishly at everyone who just stared at him in varying levels of surprise.

“What?” He asked, feeling awkward. His thumbnail was back between his teeth, he watched them all through his lashes. Max touched his wrist, pulling on the sweater sleeves that covered most of his fingers, to remind Daniel to stop.

“You speak Italian?” Lando blurted.

“My name is Italian?” Daniel furrowed his brow.

“Actually, Daniel is French?” Charles was extra confused.

“No I'm– my name is Daniel Ricciardo.” He made sure to pronounce it the Italian way, with an additional unnecessary flair that made Lily giggle.

“You're just full of surprises aren't you Danny.” Alex laughed, which caused everyone to laugh. They went back to their previous conversations and Daniel let their voices wash over him again.

“What did you order?” Max asked after a while. Daniel smiled shyly and explained the dish his mother normally made before Christmas and how they made some changes because he was allergic to a few of the ingredients. 

Max nodded, remembering a conversation with Grace when it seemed Daniel would be staying longer than they all anticipated. She had warned him of Daniel’s allergies, knowing her son would forget to tell him– which he absolutely had. It had been great because Max had immediately locked away the bag of trailmix Brad had left behind some days before.

They continued to talk quietly to themselves, laughing at each other’s jokes. Completely in their own world. Lily smiled fondly and elbowed Alex who was having a silent (and seemingly intense) conversation with Lando and Charles. She didn’t like how the three men were looking increasingly mischievous. She mouthed for them to ‘leave them alone’ but then rolled her eyes, knowing they wouldn’t listen.

Lando watched how the oblivious couple completely forgot that there were other people out with them. They truly had eyes only for each other, with their mutual gesticulating. “Oi, earth to Maxiel.” Lando tore off a bit of bread and threw it at them, hitting Max in the cheek. Max turned annoyed eyes to him while Lando and Charles snickered.

“Maxiel?” Daniel asked with a blush. He was very confused but something about Lando’s tone also embarrassed him.

“I dunno, it just came to me.” Lando shrugged with a cheeky grin. Daniel’s blush deepened when Charles couldn’t hold back his snickers. He looked to Max and saw him looking at Charles with a deadpan straight face. Of course Max wouldn’t think it was funny, or cute. They weren’t like what the guys were teasing. They weren’t like together or anything. They were just friends, Max was just taking care of him.

Lily gave Daniel a small tentative smile, to make sure he wasn’t upset by the teasing. He smiled back at her and then grinned wider when their food came. He focused on his meal, realizing how hungry he was. He wasn’t going to think anymore about ‘Maxiel’ or how it made his tummy swoop.

Part 19

[lopsidedtreetrunks]

Here is my submission for @dribbonart 's amedot fusion competition! I like her a lot, although there are a couple of things I probably could have done a bit better lol

Steven is there for height comparison. All of the text on the page is in the alt text :)

I have A LOT of notes under the cut, which can get a bit stream-of-consciousness-y (because I can never just be chill about something bsdjaksjdlskd),, so I apologise in advance for how long it is 😭

Early research notes:

Mixing amethyst and peridot's skin colours together gets you a kind of sage green colour, so I researched to light green gems

Aventurine stuck out to me as it was the only one i found where it was actually described as sage green, so i thought 'that's perfect' lol

A lot of the healing properties of green aventurine I think resonate with both amethyst and peridot's personalities, from its promotion of friendship to its emission of positive energy

I liked that one of the sites i used to research aventurine mentioned ancient civilisations' usage of green aventurine and i wanted to incorporate that into the fusion's design/personality

It's important to me for her to have aspects of both amethyst and peridot shown in the design somewhere. Most of the time when i design fan fusions I do this in their hair, which is not different this time. I made her hair long, with a bushy tail on her braid representing amethyst, and her three skull braids representing peridot's triangle hair. Her hair is also in a braid bc when i hear the word adventure for some reason the first thing i think of is Lara Croft so,,, thats why i gave her a braid 😅

I wanted her body design to kind of resemble athleisure-wear since she loves relaxing but can get up and go at any point, ready for adventure! She also doesn't need to be complicated. I don't think she needs extra limbs etc since she has her vision power.

Obviously the crystal gems are very important to both amethyst and peridot, so I wanted to give her at least one star on her body. Her torso seemed like the most obvious place, but I'm not sure if she should have more elsewhere, too. The star on her torso can be like a tattoo.

I think she would be very intense in her love for her friends, which might make people uncomfortable. She will back off if she senses this, but she means well I promise!!

She can be spontaneous when it comes to her adventuring, sometimes dragging Steven and the other gems from their beds to go on a Cool Adventure (pearl is NOT a fan of this lmao)

When I say 'adventuring' I really mean just travelling and/or exploring new places, which could be anything from a new city to a deep jungle. Normally these adventures don't last longer than a couple of days... unless they get lost..........

A few amedot related rambles notes:

One of my favourite things about amedot is that they're sooo opposite. I'm such a big opposites-attract truther almost everything I ship there's one puppy dog and one wet cat there's nothing i love more than polar opposite pairings <3

With that said they also share a few things (cough being short asses cough) such as their love of their friends (even if they show it in different ways) and they can both be pretty headstrong. They both had their own journeys - amethyst with her self confidence and feeling inferior, and peridot with unlearning the system of homeworld and the traditions she was so used to. They both had to learn how to love themselves enough to be able to stand up for what they believe in and to let themselves be true to themselves (i hope that makes sense lol)

I think their opposing traits can be quite complementary. Peridot is quite intense; she gets excited about her favourite things and she gets embarrassed easily. Amethyst is more laid-back and tends to roll her own way. They complement each other well.

More refined notes:

Amethyst's personality: Mellow Lazy/messy (affectionate) Improved self-esteem Fiercely loyal

Peridot's personality: Self-confident Smart (robotics) Analytical Intense interests/personality Learned to enjoy life/appreciate Earth

Aventurine properties:

Quartz

Name comes from Italian for adventure

Known as a heart-healer for it's relation to the heart chakra

Said to bring prosperity in all facets of life

Emits a positive energy, slows overactive minds, guides lost spirits, promotes friendships

Ancients Tibetans used it in statues, believing it's glimmer gave them higher vision

Amazon tribes used it in jewellery, believing it gave their royalty and warriors guidance in battles

Aventurine personality:

Self-confident

Enjoys seeking adventure but really values her downtime

Adores her friends - loyal

Can take charge if needed

Can be spontaneous with adventuring

Emotional decision-maker

Although she is very smart, she tends to think with her heart rather than her head

She has a special power - higher vision grants her the ability to see for miles and can focus in any person/thing in the present

Similar to Sapphire's future vision but stays in the present

She gets her street smarts and go-with-the-flow attitude from Amethyst

She gets her intense love and confidence from Peridot

Hyper but content in life

[therhythmafterthesummer]

so we all know wereroomies chris is a huge simp for his girl but can you share some moments when she's a simp for him too? Like what's her favorite body part of his (heh) things he does that makes her melt and stuff like that

YES. yes we can talk about this.

i'll leave some safe and not so safe for work Thoughts™ under the cut:

she loves whenever she wakes up in the middle of the night, turned away from him, and how as soon as she makes any movement he'll move and drape an arm over her to pull her close, even if he's still asleep.

before they got together, i can imagine her losing it every time he did absolutely anything around the house. like, we're talking 'texting a friend' levels of losing it. "oh my god, he's walking around shirtless again. i feel like a creep but at the same time i can't stop looking. what do i do???" (i'm sure her friends encouraged her to keep looking anyway), or "guess what??? last night i fell asleep on the sofa with chris and when i woke up we were essentially cuddling and i'm so fucking embarrassed. i got so flustered???? for a guy????? unbelievable. he makes me want to pull my hair out" lmao

her brain liquifies whenever he voices his thoughts and feelings openly. be it during sex or when they're just talking or cuddling. she just loves listening to him speak and she loves when he just tells her how much he loves her and when he praises her and when he's joking and when he's excitedly telling her about this game he's playing and and and.......... you get the point.

i'm sure that she's the weakest, though, when he's in his Pack Alpha mode. like, whenever any pack member comes to him with a problem or situation they need help with, and he's immediately on it. seeing him be supportive and find solutions gets her going fr. both emotionally and physically, if you know what i mean.

when it comes to favourite body parts... this might sound boring to some, but pretty mum's favourite physical feature of Chris is his eyes. she's obsessed. like, no wonder she looks him in the eyes all the time, she just loves them. part of it is because they're the Prettiest Eyes She's Ever Seen but also part of it is the way she feels when he looks at her.

however, even if his eyes are her favourite, his ass, and his monster cock are probably very close runner-ups. i haven't posted any of the drabbles that i've written that reflect this, but our girl is obsessed with his knot skjdhfsjkfhsdkfw (can't blame her).

[hearteyeshayley]

could you post other parts of your og draft for “call me from the platform”? i love your stories and the way you write the characters is amazing!

ahh thank you! <3 <3 <3 This ask makes me feel like a real fic writer lmao. I'd love to share!!! call me from the platform is definitely the fic I've spent the longest working on, and each draft was so different!

Here's a cut scene from the draft where I was still doing Damian's POV:

Damian couldn’t eat the breakfast sandwiches. They were made of egg, cheese, and bacon. He texted Jon and instructed him to meet at the nearest park. Damian already claimed a picnic table for them. The food was cold by the time he got there, but he accepted the bag when Damian pushed it toward him. 

“Thanks,” Jon said. 

“I can’t eat them. They’re probably terrible, anyway. Drake bought them.” 

“Why did he buy you food you can’t eat?” Jon asked, unwrapping a sandwich and taking a bite. 

“He bought them for himself,” Damian studied Jon’s face carefully, and pointedly added, “and Conner.” 

Jon huffed a little laugh, which was extra gross because he was eating. He chewed and swallowed.

“Wow, Conner. He must be growing on you. You called me Kent forever.” 

“Shut up, Kent.” 

Jon smiled fondly and Damian forced himself to looked away. 

“Aren’t you going to ask why I stole their breakfast?” 

“Was it because they annoyed you?” 

“Conner said he knows you’ve snuck out of the house.” 

Jon cringed. 

“Oh, shoot. Well, sometimes it’s hard to stop yourself from listening and everything. Dad’s way better at it. I bet he doesn’t know, at least.” 

Damian leaned forward. 

“Have you ever accidentally listened to Conner? Perhaps there’s something we could use against him, to make sure he doesn’t tattle.” 

“Um… no. But I don’t think he’ll tell. He’s cool. And he hasn’t so far.” 

Damian sat back and tapped his finger against the table. So, Jon didn’t know. He didn’t think he did, because Jon told him everything. The thought made his stomach twist but he ignored the pull of guilt. Jon told him everything, and Damian had secrets. They both knew it, so it was fine. 

He thought that seeing Father for essentially two days a week would repair their relationship, but they fought more than ever. When they returned to the cave in the early hours of dawn they got into their worst fight yet over whether or not Damian would be attending college. He pretended to go to bed before sneaking out and catching a string of public transportation to the outskirts of Metropolis. By the time he walked back to Tim’s he’d been up for 24 hours and all he wanted to do was wake him up and tell him the new plan—  that he would be staying in Metropolis full-time and patrolling with Jon— but it wasn’t Tim sleeping in his bed. 

It was an embarrassing shock, to say the least. He’d learned to knock after years of living with Dick and Bruce, but he never expected that sort of surprise from Tim. And he certainly didn’t expect Tim to be gay or bisexual or whatever. He managed to compose himself before confronting the clone— but then he tried to pull that basic blackmailing bullshit, threatening to make it more difficult for him to see Jon. It set him off, even though now that he’d had time to cool down, he realized Jon was right. Conner Kent was hardly a threat. 

It wouldn’t be right to tell Jon, no matter how much he itched to.

But finding out Tim was queer rattled him and left him strangely on edge. He wanted to talk about it with someone, so they would be rattled, too, and he would have concrete proof that it wasn’t just him. It was news that would shock anyone. If Grayson found out, he would be rattled. If Jason found out, his chest would tighten. If Duke found out, he would feel off balance. Just like Damian. 

Jon crumpled up the sandwich wrapper and shoved it back into the bag. He stretched. He could draw Jon with his eyes closed but he still caught himself staring at him all the time like he was a fresh face he needed to memorize. By this point it must’ve been habit. Jon’s arms were long and lean, but he had filled out a lot since starting high school. The lines that made up his face had gotten sharper. His eyes, even behind his glasses, were brighter than the blue sky behind him. It was impossible to capture the way they lit up on canvas, even though Damian was a very talented artist. 

“Do you want to hang out at my house?” Jon asked. 

Damian wasn’t sure what he wanted at all.

[auecho]

hiii ur fic was SAURR scrumptious and it's officially converted me into a blade stan i fear 😭 since there won't be a part 2 im just curious and wanna hear ur thoughts on what kafka, sw, and blade's occupations are !! ALSO !! THE TEXTS from jing yuan n his explanation, like was there a genuine reason or was it just an ass excuse (probably the latter but i wanna know what yukong told him 😟).

the way you wrote blade like oh .. that boy is in love w our cutie patootie mc and i loved the contrast between him, bc it really felt like a relief knowing ?? there's really no ulterior motives n he's just down bad . him blushing n getting hard n all .. ESPECIALLY WHEN HE STARTED YAPPING ABT IMBIBITOR LUNAE HELP😭😭 man he had the mc feeling special as opposed to a certain supposed manwhore </3 so sorry to queen tingyun who had to b sacrificed for the plot 💔 mc being put through that was a lil embarrassing but at least on the first date she said NO to sex !! homegirl got dicked down anyway bc she has blade now LMAO but when blade confessed his type was the mc, gosh your writing had my heart fluttering . kafka instigating everything ,,, oh shes such a genius for this i love my girl sososo much, she's simply the coolest n the way you wrote her ?? im in love wtf .

i also wanna know what a direct interaction between jy (or any of mc's other friends) would be like with kafka bc i find her personality and wit so charming 😭😭 SINCE WE KNOW SHE DOESN'T LIKE JY OR DIDNT FIND HIM SUITABLE ⁉️‼️💯🐺🔥😵‍💫 and cutting to the point where mc n blade r already dating , what does the mother think abt it considering kafka's thoughts n how mc was raised,, it seems like she'd go into a cardiac arrest 😍😍 blade n mc dynamic is the cutest to me ,, supposed golden girl n .. whoever blade is ☠️ some guy in a completely different crowd mingling w her but it works bc he's one of kafka's close buddies !! gosh just the way you write the hsr characters makes me want to know more abt them in this au (?) eg what's life like after these events bc mc and jy still share a same class right ?? i imagine seeing them again like the next day or smth would be awkward unless he's the type of guy to move on completely after the facade is gone erm .

anyways yws im extremely excited for ur future works and i spent a good 2 hrs reading this fic so i could really savour it 🤓🤓🤓 except i hve an assignment due tonight but TRUST i will come back to reread this masterpiece 🙄 would i be able to take 🦦 anon too .. yeah that's it from me rn byebye !! 🎀

omg haii nonnie ♡ hehe welcome to the dark side but ! ! yes let’s get into it ^_^

( biiiggg yapping under the cut lol )

so 1st — i wanted to keep it as canon as possible while modernizing it && in a scrapped scene , silver actually told yn that she works as a . . hacker of some sort . really , my idea was that kafka was unemployed n was gonna mooch off of yn but i scrapped that too - so i hadn ’ t really re-thought abt what kafka ’ s ( or blade ’ s ) jobs were . jst know that it ’ s smth shady lol .

2nd — jing yuan ’ s ‘explanation’ was jst going to be a lie . in my head , i ’ d came up w him saying smth along the lines of “ it ’ s not what it looks like / we ’ re jst close / etc etc” real cliche && douche-y becuz . . he’s a douche lol . also in my head he eventually came down from tingyun && yukong approached him to set him straight , telling him he broke your heart nd that he never deserves you , yadda yadda

3rd — thank u so much for ur compliments ! ! i actually didnt know what direction i was taking the fic in because my original idea was a lil’ bit . . darker . i reworked the story multiple times becuz i kept getting stumped nd figured that something a bit lighter would be easier to work on . i always knew i wanted blade to have a crush on the reader but initially , it was gonna be smth more obsessive && borderline concerning as opposed to the more tame version of him here . basically , the whole idea is that kafka jst wants to help ! blade is shy and bad w his emotions && reader is similar . in a way , it’s abt bringing both out of their shells ( if u want to add meaning to the filth lol ) . nd i also had planned for yn && jy to have full blown sex but i felt like the fic was leaning a bit too jy heavy ? n he’s not the focus at all he’s jst a plot device ! i struggled a lil w writing kafka becuz shes a complex chara nd i didnt wanna water her down to just being manipulative ( i hate stuf lik that so bad . . ) so i was rly praying that i did her justice 😞😞

4th — in yet another scrapped scene , kafka n jy were actually going to interact . i wanted her to kinda seduce him n show yn that hes easy nd not shit—so it was going to go a little smth like : yn & kafka go out , coincidentally run into jy, jy is eyeing kafka shamelessly , yn notices but tries to ignore it , kafka gets bold & makes a move nd he doesnt shut it down yadda yadda and then when he EVENTUALLY ‘cheats’ on yn , kafka would be like “see he wasnt shit he didn’t deserve u but yk who does ? BLADIE ! !” n then i would go on from there . i also planned that instead of sw it was kafka who dropped in on their study session but i didn’t want her to be that much of a menace 😭 in a weird way , kafka rly cares for the reader . its like . . a mix of sisterly but some type of romance but kafka wont rly cross that boundary herself yk ? in her mind she knows whats best for yn & shes always known ; hence why when they were younger she didn’t let her join in n tried to preserve her innocence kinda bcuz it just wasn’t her time . while blade isn’t the best guy , hes better than jy bcuz he has a better heart . he means well , even if he doesn’t do well whereas jy ( & guys like him ) want one thing n one thing only . if i didnt prefer writing smut , the story would’ve went different bcuz it’s less abt the sex && superficial connections . thats like rly deep for a smutshot n might not make a lotta sense but that was kinda my thought process lol

ALSO ! i planned for the mom to be kinda oblivious ? she checks in on the two & they don’t mention anything at all n shes nkt gonna suspect it cus 1) she raised yn better than that & 2) kafka has her fooled into thinking shes not a deviant lol . i think yn & blade would take it slow afterwards n she wouldn’t let her mom know until she was 100% sure he was the one becuz obv her mom wouldn’t approve 😭 it would be like . she waits till shes positive so her mom cant get into her head . its apart of this idea that shes trying to detach from that prim-proper lifestyle and live her own life , w or w/o mom’s approval .

ig in this world itd just go on normally . yn would ignore jy n after a while hed move on nd probs start dating tingyun - so theyd go their separate ways nd jst forget they ever associated w one another . blade is a lil scared cus like he doesnt think they should be tg ( bcuz of their differences ) but in classic fanfic fashion they belong together ! ! in my perfect ending they get together no matter what n grow as people tg . kafka’s proud, eventually moves out n all is well in theparty&theafterparty-ville (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

i wrote a lot srry lolol but thank u sm for reading & enjoying it nonnie 🥺 ur kind words n engagement mean so much to me haha i’m v glad u enjoyed it ! ! ! ! good luck on ur assignment & ofc u can be my otter hehe 😘🤍

[keeponquinning]

me: has 15 plot ideas for fics, doesn't work on them. also me: woke up to the sound of rain hey what about eddie fucking reader in the rain. six paragraphs later....

so i guess i'll be working on this and just so i can show people i do write, here's a sample that's pure backstory on eddie x reader lmao it's untitled for now but yeah, under the cut.

There wasn't a lot you knew about Eddie Munson, other than whispers and gossip that roamed Hawkins High. The Freak of Hawkins was said often and that was all you knew of him, until you shared a class with him and was sat next to him, and for an hour each day, he was all you could really see. Sometimes with a turn of your head, other times out of the corner of your eye, despite yourself. It started off slowly, the first period of class, sometimes he'd come late and seeing him peek at your book to see what page the class was on, doing it enough times that you started to point at the page number for him. That was the first time he smiled at you, amusement and appreciation thrown your way and shit, it was nice.

The way he smiled and looked at you with those chocolate button eyes of his, was nice. And that was when you knew you were fucked. Because after that? Those small interactions meant everything, dropping a pencil and him picking it up for you, fingers grazing together sent your whole arm tingling. You were pretty sure you played it cool, a polite thanks and receiving a nod. He was oddly polite, in mannerism, but the way he looked and smirked at you was...something else. Something that entirely consumed you for the rest of the day, sparking up each time you saw him walk pass in the hallway, or in the cafeteria. Your friends were so oblivious to notice, even when it felt so pathetically obvious when your eyes would meet at least a few times during lunch. Yeah, you were fucked.

Then there was the day he forgot his book, and you two had to share yours, and he smiled over at you. Don't worry, I won't bite, he had said in a joking manner once your desks were joined, the book between you and you had just held back a bit in your seat. And even to this day, you weren't sure why too bad just flew out of your mouth before you could stop it. Though the smile on your face wasn't one of embarrassment, but amusement out of yourself. You were about to say sorry, blame it on being a bad joke, but he beat you to it. Only when given permission, s w e e t h e a r t. You looked at him then, his smile matching your own and his eyes staring directly into yours and words just died in your throat, giving a nod and you settled closer. You heard the teacher's voice, read the text, but understood not a single thing. Just the sound of his voice when he was made to read, the warmth of his body close and yet not close enough to yours and his breathing as he read along silently, when you dared to look at him, seeing his lips move along the words softly and the way your heart fluttered.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, f u c k.

[softnoirr]

oh my god since you've read phantoms and pencil marks (and feel the same way i do about it) i just want to let you know... to me he's no jacob from the bible makes me feel the same way. i get nauseous reading them both they're too good!!!!! so it's crazy that you've read it lol. it's just that same kind of rich inevitable sadness from a dangerous career.

unrelated but wondering if you wrote an f1 fic what would it be?

God this is literally the nicest thing a person has ever said to me....I mean jacob from the bible is no where near as well written and thats OKAY. some things are a process. but thank you so much I'm literally going to live off this one for a year!! My personality flaw is that the fifth time I read phantoms I was like. okay well in pierres position I would have just killed myself by now. Which probably explains a lot about my Connor tbh!!

Also VERY apt timing re: f1 fics because I was actually just discussing this with syd the other day. we have a very specific dynamic reading of george&alex of george as your friends (alex's) boyfriend you'd never independently hang out with but are kind of stuck with now, and it sort of nice because your friend (alex) is likes him but holy shit. discussion of this dynamic somehow dissolved into some bizarre 5+1. that sounds stupid when I write it out like that but it felt exciting when we were writing it text by text. i'll put what i wrote under the cut lmao

I also think a carlando below deck au would be fun but unfortunately I hate lando with every fibre of my being and have never written anything ""fun"" in my life </3 if someone else wrote it i could hate read it tho

“You didn’t—” George clears his throat, “You didn’t like it? It wasn’t, mutual.”

Alex laughs, dropping the sheets in the dryer. There’s probably always going to be a stain on them. He can’t decide whether he should invoice Max or Daniel. Max is probably still embarrassed enough to pay it without making a fuss. Daniel then. 

He closes the lid of the dryer, presses start and then turns to face George, already opening his mouth to share the joke. 

George isn’t laughing. His jaw is locked so tightly that Alex wants him not to damage his teeth. His lips have drawn together, tight and bloodless like he’s about to be sick. He won’t meet Alex’s eye. 

“You’re serious?” Alex says, laughter still trailing helplessly off the end of his words. 

[kdyism]

LOVESICK BIRTHDAYS.

pairing. jisung x reader

genre. friends-to-lovers, fluff

wc. 1991 / warn. non but they kiss

synopsis — every year you wish him exactly as the clock strikes twelve on the night of february fourth. taking a leap of courage, you decide to give him a little more than just a birthday greeting.

yunan’s note: i actually believed i forgot how to write until i suddenly got this idea after wishing a boy for his birthday this evening lmao. reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

The ticking of his Ikea white clock that you gifted in his freshmen year of college sounds the entire span of his room, the spaces in between his heart and ribcage, bouncing off the mustard walls of his shared room while the light breathing of his roommate’s sleep brushes like a tickle up his uncovered arms over his pillow. Blue light cutting through his figure illuminates his side of the room, even with the brightness turned low, tears bubble in the corner of his eyes and his anxious fingers repeatedly tapping over your chatroom and refreshing the chat as if it had a rhythm to it.

It is always like this the night of February fourth because of the warmth that builds the entire day as it waits to brim over at the last second before the clock strikes twelves and the ping of a notification zips like electricity from the skin of his fingers to the very edge of his toenails. Your name resides in the pixels of his mobile with the shy heart with two sparkles. Jisung takes a deep breath, his chipped thumb pressing shakily on your chat room and a smile automatically spreads across his heated cheeks, your text bubble that feels as though it evaporates hearts and the way your text is full of the awkwardness he felt as he double taps the bubble.

y/n💖: it’s that time again

y/n💖: feels the sam everytime

y/n💖: same* lol anywho but the point,,,

y/n💖: happy birthday jisung! wishing another year of nothing but absolute awkwardness from you,,, don’t worry it’s cute! and hope we spend more time than last year and please, don’t read this now

Jisung pulls his lips in between his teeth, the hammering of his heart bubbles the tears off his lashes and down his cheeks, painted with shyness and immediately the words of your following texts squeezes the last ounce of self-control from him. Thankful you live close by, he hurriedly pushes his sheets off.  Feet swinging off his bed and slipping on his cosy indoor shoes, grabbing a hoodie while slipping his phone into his sweatpant’s pocket. Fanning his face hurriedly, Jisung licks his chapped lips, kissing the cold air that embraces him as soon as he steps out of his dormitory. Jisung pictures you in your trademark faded green hoodie, dressed for bed and tucked in your twin bed while panicking at the tiny seen under your text but he could also see you with tightening eyes, trying to sleep to forget the embarrassment.

He remembers the first time you texted him, almost three years ago now on the day of his birthday at exactly twelve midnight and it was a school night—he remembers staying up to complete his essay on what he thought about the story the cask of amontillado but he hadn’t read it and you were partnered with him for chemistry that year. He could recall the sheer amount of teasing he got when his friends found out he was going to spend the entirety of his chemistry classes with a girl he once said was cute. Keyword: once. 

He was convinced of your crush on him when his friend Chenle made a PowerPoint presentation the next year with all the events that happened that made him turn stark red and the burn in his chest spread like wildfire. The sign that claimed the top one spot of your crush on him was typed in a fancy font, the size maybe 45 and in pink colour, bolded; SHE WISHES YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY EXACTLY ON 12 before even your best friend me! Jisung felt like he was running a cross country marathon in the comfort of his little bedroom and Chenle was convinced that you wished him twice in a row at twelve, not because you were just awake but because you were waiting for twelve to be the first on his mind on the day of his birthday. 

“Oi,” Jisung flinches, coming to a hasty stop when he heard the familiar call of his friend from just outside his dormitory entrance. Turning back, he couldn’t hide his expression, cheeks flushed, a crooked smile and eyes that poured happiness like a waterfall. “y/n?” he asks, not even hesitating when he rolls his eyes and Jisung laughs fanning his face again.

“You’re right, Chenle,” Jisung smiles, a firm nod following a nervous chuckle. 

“Break a leg or whatever,” Chenle laughs at his friend’s obviously over-the-moon behaviour, Jisung was always fidgety when he was too happy—well, any extreme emotion leads to fidgeting when it came to Jisung but he could tell this was happiness—“I need to hear everything when you’re back,” Chenle teases, his brows dancing and Jisung groans, shaking his head as he takes steps backwards but with a fail, the smile lingered on his cheeks and he breaks into a sprint and he thinks that maybe seeing Chenle was like an energiser because suddenly, a rush of adrenaline pumps through him and he jumps a little in excitement on his way to you.

The little grey seen under your texts freezes your heart, the lack of reply sinks into your existence like a boulder of recklessness and you scream into your pillow, cheeks burning and the residue of your bold text knocks at your ribcage trying to hold down your pounding chest. Jisung always texts back when you text, he never takes longer than ten minutes if he isn’t in class or busy but the fact he saw your text as soon as you sent it means he is awake, free and maybe, he was waiting for you.

Every year, the moment you wish him, you remind yourself that this is a ritual. A manifestation of kinds for him to fall for you and have on his mind as you have him, all day twenty-four, seven, three sixty-five. Getting his phone number because you are partners for chemistry back in the days was honestly like a dream come true for you. Jisung was cute, no he still is cuter than anyone else and he made you feel things your little, fragile, maiden-like heart shiver in fear of unfamiliar feelings. All your firsts were his, first love, first kiss, first date, first; you think he might not count them as you do but everything was his because he keeps taking pieces of your heart like a routine every time he smiles, every time he giggles, every time he calls you and every time he says he thought of you.

Your hazy thoughts shatter with the sharp sound of a pebble on your window.

“Fuck,” you panic, ripping your curtain apart with widened eyes, your jaws falling as soon as you spot the cause of your worries.

Unlocking your window, you whisper yell, “Park Jisung! What are you doing here?” 

He gestures you to come down silently and his hand never left his face, making you curious as to why he was hiding and do as he says. Slipping into your worn-out shoes and pushing your door open, you meet his gaze and immediately your worries fade. “I like you too,” he said without a pause, taking your hand in his and your breath hitches, his lips on yours.

“What?” you sigh, your eyes locking with his and your cheeks heated as soon as you realize that Park Jisung just kissed you and this time it counts, “You kissed me, Jisung,” you point out and he nods, doing it again. 

His chapped lips didn’t feel all that dry and the skin that rubs against yours is warm, like a butterfly’s kiss he pulls away as soon as he touches your lips and you blink, pulling his shirt and pressing your lips on his properly. You stop breathing for a minute, wrapping your arms around him and your stomach drops, your heart in a hurricane and you feel tears brimming on the edge of your eyes, Jisung pulls away and you realize as he began kissing all over your face and you laugh, breathing slowly.

“Is this why you didn’t reply?” you pout, pulling away from him and intertwining your fingers with him. “Because you came to me,”

“Yeah,” Jisung said, his cheeks flushing and he sighs nervously, “I was waiting for your text but I didn’t expect a confession,”

“Don’t,” you stop him, your hand flew to his mouth and whine, “It’s embarrassing okay,”

“I have a confession too though,” he said through your hand, though it was muffled you could make out his words and you nod, removing your hand from him and he smiles looking away from you and putting some distance between the two of you.

Jisung thinks back to his last birthday, his heart was almost hallowing because he heard you were going on a date with some dude from his math because your friend introduced you to each other. His house was decorated with streamers and balloons, the letters of a happy birthday stuck in the living room and his parents were excited he decided to host a birthday party with only his close friends and he thinks, the two of you were closer than friends for sure and you were always there when he was hoping for you to be there but the party was not worth it because you weren’t there. 

“Make a wish, baby,” his mother squealed, after lighting the fire of his homemade birthday cake and he closed his eyes, tying his hands together and wished, please let her fall for me instead of her date, please make her dump him. The sound of the entrance door’s knocking scared his life out of him because of his selfish wish and he quickly changed it, please let me date y/n before my next birthday! And he blew the fire, your voice filling his ears and you smiling, walking into the living room and your hand linked with your date.

But he knew later, you ended up not dating that guy but that birthday last year was probably his worst.

“No way,” you laugh, slapping your hand on his shoulder and you clap your hands, “You could have just asked me out! I was dropping hints like since day one!” you said, leaning back and raising your hand to cup his cheeks. “That was so cute of you and you are too stiff right now,” you pucker your lips and pressed it against his, “That must be why you kissed me after school on Vale—”

“STOP!” Jisung screeches, turning redder than he already was and he hides under his hands, the sound of your laughter filling his heart with affection to the brim. “Hey, stop laughing,” he said, pulling out his phone and you giggle, leaning against his frame and sensing the shaking of his body and he smiles, meeting your eyes and clearing his throat.

“Please don’t read this now,” he starts and your eyes widen, pushing him off and you try to pry at his phone but he continues reading pulling it away from you. “Jisung, I really—”

“Dude no!”

“You started this!”

“Still, no! I am still embarrassed,” Jisung laughs, tying his arms around you and said, “I already by hearted it, too late to feel embarrassed,”

y/n💖: jisung, i really like you,,, i have for a long time now 

y/n💖: i am like kinda not sure if i should tell you this but lol anyway

y/n💖: i kinda wish you every year hoping your wish will be to make me yours or whatever but that cringey so this year, i want to gift you something special

y/n💖: kind of like that song you know, last christmas i gave you my heart

y/n💖: well this birthday, i am gifting you my heart, please don’t give it way,,,

y/n💖: i really hope you aren’t reading this right now or else i will SC R EAM

©KDYISM, 2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[tiredrobin]

Ok you said only if we felt super nice

BUT I'm actually very curious of Nib, but i barely know anything about them(?)

So, how about Nib helping Ingo and Emmet reunite? Or some dynamic with the 3 of them so we can get to know Nib better.

Also, Nib's fav pokemon?

Don't forget to get a snack and rest.

Thanks!

LONG POST WARNING MOSTLY TEXT IM SO SORRY HFDSHFSDHFS nonnie u set me off smh. fool. goofball. VERY sorry to everyone who spots this in tags: i am tagging it for my own organization purposes. weeps

nib uses it/its pronouns! originally it was it/they, but the preference for "it" prns is so strong that i just eliminated the "they" option for the most part. :]

as for fave pokemon: it can't really Pick a Favorite, though its favorite TYPE of pokemon is bug types, followed closely by ghost! it had a ninjask and a shedinja before the events of hisui, and it also had an orbeetle, and if nib HAD to pick a favorite pokemon it'd probably choose orbeetle!!! (this applies specifically to pre-hisui nib, of course, because it doesn't remember any of its life or its pokemon during the events of hisui.)

its own orbeetle isn't actually a battle pokemon at all, even though they do sometimes train together in fights for fun. orbeetle's singular role was as a service pokemon, fully trained and licensed. it used its psychic powers to translate nib's sign language for people who don't understand sign language.

its favorite pokemon in hisui miiiight be sneasel or weavile (WEAVILE COUNTS), though that's a hard turn from its usual preferences and nib is very uncertain. it adores kriketune and parasect, and it LOVES its typhlosion, and its espeon wisteria is a big fave as well.

i went and immediately tried to go overboard with nib content, because im. sighs. i dont limit myself ever. so instead of real actual doodles ur getting two janky-ass thumbnailed comic pages at an extremely low resolution because i thumbnail at super low resolutions lmao. i'll explain what's going on (and i do plan on finishing them soon, brain be willing) and im not sticking it below a cut because this is MY blog and i do what i WANT. i am sorry to disappoint wrt doodles tho fhfdhHFDHFSD

so. page one is ingo and emmet sitting on a couch in their shared apartment, probably talking about trains, when they get a knock on their door. and that's probably when they realize, like, ah, shit, it's late. emmet answers it and is met with a nervous-looking nib! i didn't draw it, but orbeetle is probably there. emmet greets nib, nib apologizes for disturbing them and asks if he knows sign language, and emmet happily signs and speaks an affirmative, then asks if nib needs him to sign.

in the second page, nib explains (via sign) that it can hear fine, then proceeds to ask them to please be a little quieter because its parents are getting annoyed, then apologizes. emmet reassures it that it's okay and that they'll keep it down, nib thanks him, and then nib leaves. the final three pages are emmet feeling SOOO awkward and embarrassed as he closes the door, and then he looks at ingo like "bro we are so loud" and ingo is just like "ah. oops."

ANYWAY SO. UM. NIB.... LIVED IN UNOVA BEFORE IT GOT DRAGGED TO HISUI. it is actually next door neighbors with ingo and emmet, and they never really interacted beyond polite nods and smiles and ingo complimenting nib's ninjask once, to which nib got embarrassed and it bolted lmao. but after the events of that thumbnail comic, ingo spots nib the next day and approaches to apologize for the noise again, and nib is like "its ok i actually like overhearing you talk about trains!!!" and then asks them to confirm some fact it overheard them discussing, and that causes ingo to infodump a bit right then and there.

they become friends for realsies after that. :] nib is, like, 13 at this point in time, and it gets yoinked to hisui when it's 14, but that whole year before then is spent hanging out and having tea with ingo and emmet sometimes and Infodumping About Trains. while ingo and emmet's special interests wrt trains is geared a little bit more towards the history of unova's trains and nimbasa's subway system, nib's special interest is focused more on train engines and types.

ingo and nib see one another for the first time in hisui and, although neither of them have their memories, they absolutely find some strange sense of familiarity in one another. nib thinks it might be because ingo is the only person in all of hisui who knows the sign language nib knows, and ingo doesn't know What to think

there's a lot im leaving out but i kind of. broke the rules and rambled more than i drew. im sorry hfdhhfds thank u for this ask :']

[neko-rogers]

hey!! I’m not sure if your inbox is still open but I thought I’d send this just in case! what would you think abt a dark!peter who’s obsessed w s/o and offers to have her stay with him during like the stay-at-home pet of covid so she’s not alone then when it’s lifted he’s like lol you’re not leaving. sorry that’s kinda long and super specific. i absolutely love your writing though!!💗

Jamie All Over

words: 2,040 (no, i should be sorry bc this was chaotic)

tags: didn’t expect it to be this LONG, manipulative!peter parker, grooming, overprotectiveness, slight mentions of sex, don’t expect too much lmao its a headcanon

a/n: hi babe! i wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted this as a one shot (but if u do let me know!)

so you’re pretty unaware of every move peter is trying to do with you, you know? you were not really sure if it was a kind gesture, as the gentleman he seemed to be, or was it just a special treatment

ever since second year and until now as both of you were on your fourth year, he was consistent with his efforts

these moves were moments like when he would carry your books to your next class or confidently invite you to a study ‘date’ at the library after – often times he tells that his friends were invited, but would never show up later on

sometimes he would bring you lunch. you tried to turn it down kindly, but he insists that it was purposely packed as an extra for when he stays late around the university.

it was a lie though. anyone could tell by the way it was prepared looking very appetizing and tasted just as amazing at it was presented. 

and as peter had mentioned that he lived alone, you also assumed he was the one to make his meals. you were so sure he doesn’t pack for an extra and intentionally wants to impress you with his skills.

“hey, y/n!,” he calls, “look this eggroll has a cute design!”

he honestly was an epitome of a walking sunshine. his smile seemed so pure and you never felt any ill-intent for every gesture he had done for you

his friends seemed very welcoming the moment he introduced you to his group

you got along with ned who seemed to be just as joyful and funny as peter. meanwhile mj was a bit more of a tough cookie, nevertheless you both eventually got a long better than you expected

however, it came to one point wherein your own group of friends started being disheartened with your lack of communication

“you’ve been spending more time with that parker boy, huh?” “yeah, kinda?” “are you two like... dating?” “oh no! no... no... nooo!”

the moment they frowned at you was then that you realized and felt a little more guilty. you always remembered that friends were supposed to be friends despite the lack of time and effort, right?

somehow you tried to compensate for the lack of time with your friends. but every minute you spend felt more awkward than before

they weren’t sharing the same vibe with you and you were starting to question if it had been always like it – were you only adjusting to them?

you reached out for peter, considering that he became one of the closest and trusted people around the university. plus, he seemed to have genuinely great friends

“do you feel happy when you’re spending time with them?”

“well i used to but recently–”

“then you should stop being friends with them.”

you were upset for a second. the way he instantly told you that cutting ties with them would be the (only) option

he sounded serious on the other end of the line and you were just speechless for a moment. the dead air between lines was evident, but you didn’t know what to say

“sorry,” peter makes up, “i didn’t mean to sound too serious. i just don’t like people who are rude, especially to you.”

“oh, it’s fine. i totally get it.” you felt a batch of butterflies around your stomach. someone actually cared for you!!!

the moment you didn’t hesitate on losing your friendship with your past friends and moved on with joining peter’s group, things felt lighter.

somehow you felt more expressive than you realized. they were open to your ideas and thoughts, just as you were with them. you felt super comfortable and realized that you weren’t holding back on anything anymore

that’s why you had expected your winter break to be better than your past ones

everyone agreed to skate around the ice rink in rockefeller for christmas. along with it, also spending new year’s eve at the time square

news flash: you finally had the cliche new year’s eve kiss, with none other than peter parker!!! hooray!!!

for anyone who had common sense, your feelings for peter had accentuated. you weren’t denying it either, and the boy wasn’t oblivious to it too

he was just so irresistible and kind to you, like, all the time – to surreal, honestly

you felt and KNEW you were spoiled with peter (and his friends, who liked to spend time with you outside too, just not as much as him)

just as you were planning your spring break activities, it had to be postponed for another time

a lockdown had to be implemented around the country as it was under the state of a pandemic

mj and ned told the group that they’ll be with their families since lectures had to be concluded for the mean time

you planned to do the same, but you expected that this situation wouldn’t last long. so you chose to stay in your dorm rather than return to your hometown

completely sucks since you not only don’t get to hang out with your friends, but you weren’t able to see anyone in person...

until you got a text from peter

he was literally inviting you over his apartment since he explained that he wasn’t returning home either

you practically rushed to pack a small amount of clothes for a sleepover whilst not forgetting to wear a mask (bc it’s fucking important ok)

you arrived at his address and a big warm hug ensues 

his unit was so tidy and you were convinced he did it to impress you

peter was so happy to see you, acknowledging that you’re also spending a few nights with him

the nights mostly consisted of eating snacks and binge watching movies

however during one of those nights, both of you got a bonus – making out on his couch and further, completely forgetting the television

making out with peter wasn’t awkward at all. most of the time he was the one in control, which you didn’t mind

his hands treated you so gently but the way he teased you made you crave for more than what he was offering

a lot of whining, swearing, and begging – you weren’t aware but he was enjoying it a lot

on his side, he did praise you from time to time, but most of it consisted of raw tension and actions. the room was full of grunts and short breaths 

just want to include how sexy peter would be while he moans all over you. like his whole sunshine personality just drained away the moment he places his hands on either sides of your waist

the next day you felt like a princess even though you know it shouldn’t be???

apparently peter prepared breakfast for you and you felt embarrassed walking around his place only in the shirt you wore yesterday and underwear

just when you thought the extra lunch he packs for you was already amazing, the breakfast he prepared whilst being fresh and hot was just incredible

“you really like it?”

“of course! you really have to teach me to cook sometimes”

peter laughs and jokes, “yeah, don’t worry. i feel like we’ve got a lot of time ahead.”

ok fast forward to a few more days when you were beginning to feel like a freeloader. he lets you borrow a few of his clothes as yours were in the laundry

by the time you wanted to stop by your place, peter started to be more... clingy

at first he didn’t want you to go but after a few more debates, he felt defeated and instead insisted on going with you

eventually you caved and let him. it wasn’t that bad either, he talked to you about a lot of things on the way leaving you entertained the whole walk without realizing how far it had been

he helped you ‘pack’ more stuff so you wouldn’t be going back and forth from his place and yours. you felt like you were going out of town for a month with the amount of clothes and products

both of you returned to his place around late afternoon. you felt pretty tired and didn’t hesitate to pass out on the living room couch

when you woke up you sensed that you were in peter’s bedroom, meaning he carried and tucked you during the night

plus! an arm was wrapped around your midriff and you could feel peter’s breathing against your side

you closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. it was cute and made butterflies flutter around your stomach, and you tried not to move much to not wake him up

anyways apparently the pandemic lasted longer, and more serious, than expected (fuck the government and their incompetency) 

you spent more time with peter and was thankful that you didn’t spend this quarantine alone

within a blink of an eye, a month and a half already had passed. you couldn’t deny that most, or all, days have been unproductive

eat, cook, watch tv, cuddle, fuck, repeatedly get spoiled??? yeah sounds like the dream

weird though because you haven’t completely brought up to peter if you’re actually in a relationship with him. oh no were you just friends with (a lot) of benefits??

but you also felt like it wasn’t the time to bring it up. neither of you were saying anything so it was best to let it be for the fear that things might go downhill from there

anyways this continued for more weeks, especially since the ‘stay-at-home’ policy was deemed necessary

you started to help him do errands around the apartment just to feel like you weren’t an actual freeloader – but it wasn’t a surprise when he kept insisting that you should relax

more cute moments

more sexy times

and more cuddles during night (peter’s grip became tighter every night, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just you getting homesick and overthinking)

ok but when you brought up being homesick and mentioned that you planned peter wasn’t entirely happy about it

the way he acted wasn’t just clingy. he insisted that he’d be the one to go and that you were staying

“ok but i’m not a dog, peter?” “i know, honey, but it’s too dangerous outside. i wouldn’t want you to be at risk.” “i wear a mask?? i follow health protocols?? i’ll be fine??” “you don’t understand–”

oh god he was becoming controlling

you tried not to argue anymore, rather ignoring and pushing past him to proceed to the door

and peter instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and prevented you from walking further

there was a lot of struggling, but you didn’t know he was this strong. literally what the hell.

you tried to scream too but he pretty much threatened you to your core

“let’s talk this out,” he grunts as he secures his grip around you

“the hell? let me go!”

things got more complicated. he did convince you to talk with him (by means of tying your arms and legs to incapacitate you from running and righting)

it was a nightmare. he was really soft and sweet with you, even getting teary eyed after stating, “i only want what’s best for you... for us”

however you could sense the manipulativeness through it despite being making everything else look convincing

“trust me, sweetie, i wouldn’t want to hurt you. it would crush me” “please don’t cry. i’m only protecting you” “people are disgusting, they don’t deserve an angel like you” “don’t worry, i can protect you”

it terrified you to your nerves, sending shivers across your spine

at first you didn’t realize it, but eventually after days of being trapped, you figured he had been grooming you the whole time

he tried to make you dependent of him and somehow he did a fine job. just not enough to completely exploit you

though, it made you question what would have been better in your situation: being conscious of his sly nature with the hope of escaping or being unaware and completely wrapped around his finger whereas letting him continue how greatly he had been caring for you?

[got-svt]

the road not taken

summary: you live in la, he lives in seoul. you don’t think it’s ever going to work out, but he believes otherwise. especially when every year on the holidays, both of you rediscover that your hearts are still in chicago. aka the conversations that had you rethinking your relationship.   pairing: johnny suh x reader genre: angst, friends with benefits (but only on the holidays lmao — implied sex, so no actual smut), some fluff at the end kinda word count: 2637

part of my tales from the lakes series inspired by taylor swift’s ‘tis the damn season

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Truth be told, despite the fact that you were neighbors and your parents were quite close with his, you didn’t know much about Johnny in the years you spent growing up in the suburbs of Chicago. Sure, you caught glimpses of him from your bedroom practicing whatever song or dance routine he felt like he needed to improve on. More often than not, you’d find yourself laughing as he accidentally bumped into a shelf or slip and fall over on the floor. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken a peek out his window to watch you running lines, a script in you hand as you paced around the room, a smile creeping on his face as he watches you shake your head every time you forget a line. In a way, you both formed some sort of a relationship as you silently cheered the other on in whatever endeavor you put your minds to.

He wanted you to succeed just as much as you wanted him to succeed. 

But when he moved to Korea to pursue a career as an idol, and you to LA for acting, there were little to no opportunities to actually begin a proper conversation. 

It wasn’t until in December of 2017, when both of your parents decided to have a joint Christmas dinner in celebration of both their children coming home for the holidays for the first time in years. They thought it was time for you two to meet, having settled in your respective career paths. Maybe they also wanted to see how the two of you would get along, but they would never admit it even if you ask. 

“I don’t think we’ve ever formally met.” He told you once he entered your parents’ house and offering a hand for you to shake, “I’m Johnny.”

“Yn.” You replied, taking his hand in yours, “And, trust me, I know exactly who you are.”

He raised an eyebrow at your statement as he let go of your hand, you shivered at the immediate loss of contact, your hand immediately growing colder at the absence of his. 

“NCT?” You asked tentatively, testing the waters of what could possibly be an exciting new friendship.  

“Ah yeah,” he sheepishly smiled, reaching a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “I guess there’s no use in pretending I don’t know who you are either.”

It was now your turn to raise an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “Hmmm?”

“I’ve seen pretty much every show you’ve ever been on.” Johnny clarified, but his tone suggested a bit of embarrassment on his part, “The other members don’t believe me when I tell them I practically grew up next to you.”

“I guess I could say the same.” You replied with a shrug, but you offered him a reassuring smile “Nobody really believes me when I tell them a Kpop star used to be my neighbor.” 

“Perhaps we need better friends then.” He joked, but your gaze was fixated on the way the curve of his lips moved with each word that left his mouth. Johnny had always been attractive, whether it be through your bedroom window or your computer screen. But now here he stood, in front of you, bare faced in black jeans and a gray sweatshirt and somehow he had never looked more alluring. 

Johnny noticed you watching him, but he never called you out on it. Maybe because he was too busy thinking about how soft your hand was when he shook it, imagining how it must feel running over his skin. Or how your hair seemed fall perfectly, framing your face in a way that was enticing him for reasons he couldn’t exactly figure out. 

“Care for a drink?” You asked, breaking the brief period of tense silence that had fallen between the two of you, leading him to the makeshift bar your parents had near the kitchen. 

He smirked, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, “I thought you’d never ask.”

And maybe it was because of both of your parents deciding to turn in early and the three bottles of wine that was shared between the two of you that had you pinned against the wall of your childhood bedroom, quietly giggling into his lips as he went in for another kiss. He drunkenly mumbled words that you couldn’t quite understand, but he was telling you to keep quiet. You knew you should have stopped him the second planted his lips onto yours, and he knew he should’ve pulled away when you started taking off his shirt. Maybe then you wouldn’t have woken uncomfortably cuddled up on your twin-sized bed and sneaking him out of the house before your parents could wake up. 

But both of you enjoyed the way your bodies seemed to be made just for the other too much to stop, and thus, a tradition of sorts was formed. 

2018. 

One particular night the following year had you driving around the city, Johnny had one hand on the steering wheel while the other held yours, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand. But it did everything but comfort you or himself. Since the previous year, you and Johnny grew much closer than either have you had anticipated. You thought it would all end after that first night or maybe when you flew back to LA, and him back to Seoul. But it had been seemingly impossible to move away from whatever relationship that began to form, as both of you sacrificed nights of well warranted sleep to call or text the other, soon enough both of you were in too deep to easily get out. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked, taking note of how the streetlights perfectly illuminated his face. He had been unusually quiet and you were growing tired of the Christmas songs that had been blasting on every radio station for the past few hours. 

“It’s nothing.” He sighed as he turned to an unfamiliar street, you knew better than to believe that it was truly nothing. But you also knew him well enough to not to push it. 

“Where are we going then?”

Johnny replied with a shrug, continuing down the foreign path, he knew neither of you had been to this particular part of town but at that point he’d do anything to even remotely extend the time you spent together. 

“And if we get lost?” You asked, your voice almost challenging him to turn back, but he didn’t give in. 

“Then we get lost.” He replied without missing a single beat, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards to form a smile, “You know, the road not taken tend to be the most exciting.”

“Oh wow,” You let out a laugh, and Johnny feels his heart skip the slightest of beats, “and where did that immensely profound quote come from?”

“My brilliant mind.” He grinned, briefly turning to face you. 

Johnny wished he had a camera to capture the absolute spectacle that was you. How you stared out the window, at the unfamiliar road, eyes alive with a certain curiosity. Your finger drawing little stars on the car window, pouting when it doesn’t quite look the way you wanted it to. It was at that moment he knew, you were all he wanted. 

“What are we?” He asked, causing you to jump a little in your seat, Johnny had never brought up the nature of your relationship before. 

“Friends?” You said, at an attempt to offer him an answer, but even you sounded unsure at your response which made Johnny grow hopeful. 

“Yn, friends don’t kiss.” Johnny responded, grateful that he had to keep his eyes on the road. He didn’t need you seeing right through his pretend confidence, “They sure as hell don’t sleep together”

“Sure, they do.” You joked in an attempt to lighten the mood, maybe even change the topic to something—anything— else, “I do it all the time.”

“Well, acting is different.” He let out a scoff, annoyed at the thought of you not taking the conversation seriously,  “You know what I meant.”

“I like where we are now. It’s easy.” You explained, wanting to make him understand where you were coming from, “Relationships are messy, given the industries we are in. There’s no pressure with this. With you and me.”

“But what if I wanted something more—”

“It’s never going to work.” You cut him off before he could even make his case, before he could ask you to be his. 

“Now, why do you say that?” There was a slight tremble in his voice, and you had never heard him sound so nervous, scared even. The feeling of guilt slowly crept up your system, but you shook it away before it even had the chance to fully settle in. 

“Time, distance, to begin with. Not to mention both of our very busy careers.” 

“Then I guess this is good enough for me.”

For now, he added in his head, determined to make you see otherwise. 

You smiled at him, glad to have the conversation over with and thinking that this would be the last time you’ll ever speak about it. 

2019.

Johnny wanted to prove you wrong, show you that both of you could in fact make it work. You just needed to try. Which came with more calls and texts than normal as you got to know each other more than you already did, flowers sent to you on your birthday, several little gifts every now and then, and even slowly introducing you to the other members of NCT. His efforts did not go unnoticed, but it definitely left you more confused. 

When both of you went home for the holidays that particular year, you knew something had changed. Johnny was more reserved than usual, and you would usually have to be the one to initiate sleeping together. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of doing this?” He asked, turning to face you, as you lied side-by-side on his childhood bed. 

“Doing what?” You asked, feigning confusion, preparing yourself for the inevitable conversation you had been dreading for the past few months.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” His voice was calm, but it chilled you to the core. 

“What do you want me to say, Johnny?” You snapped, the tone in your voice letting him know how exasperated you were as you shut your eyes, “That I like you? That I want to be with you?”

“Don’t you?”

You let out a sigh, still keeping your eyes shut. You didn’t want to look at him, he’d know if you were lying. You didn’t know if you had it in you to lie. Instead, you focused on the sound of his breathing, steady and almost reassuring. You imagined the rise and fall of his bare chest, covered by the thick white blanket. 

Johnny knew to drop the subject when you didn’t even make an attempt to answer his question, he probably didn’t want to know the answer anyways. But Johnny knew he loved you, and part of him knew you loved him back. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let this little charade go on for as long as it did. You just needed time. And he was more than willing to give it to you. 

“A year.”

Your eyes opened at his words, your head turned to face him,  “What?”

“I’m giving you a year.”

You didn’t have to ask again. You knew exactly what he meant, what he wanted. He wanted an answer. 

“Is this an ultimatum?”

He takes your hands in his, “It’s me letting you know that I’m serious about wanting to be with you.”

“Johnny—”

He kisses the side of your head before you could even finish your sentence, an action so tender that it caused you to forget every single coherent thought of protest. 

“Hey, you don’t have to answer me now. Just think about it. Please?”

“I will.” 

And with those two words, you stood and gathered your clothes off the floor and put them back on. He gave you a small nod as you turned to leave his room, going back into the freezing cold and leaving the warmest bed you had ever known. 

2020.

Neither of you could come home to Chicago that year. 

And so you both had to settle for a reunion through a screen. You wished that circumstances were different, but at the same time you were grateful that you didn’t have to give him an answer in person. Mainly because you didn’t have one. 

When his face appeared on your computer screen, you couldn’t help the ache that crept up in your chest at the sight of him. 

“Hey, yn.” He greeted with a smile.

You missed him.

After the exchange of pleasantries and a bit of small talk on both ends, Johnny wasted no time in getting to the purpose of your call, “I believe you owe me something.” 

“Johnny—“

“Before you say anything, I want you to know that for me, it’s always been you. After all this time, even with all the distance between us.”

Johnny moved his face closer to the camera, as if that would somehow help his point come across more genuinely. You had to stop your hand from reaching out to try and wipe the single tear that fell on his cheek.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask.” He said, trying to keep his voice from faltering too much, “After this, I won’t try to push it anymore. But I want you to tell me the truth. Don’t you wish—“

“It’s not going to work.”

“We haven’t even tried, Yn.” It almost sounded like he was pleading, begging you to give him and the two of you a chance. He wasn’t there with you in person, but he didn’t have to be for you to feel the sincerity in his words.

“I’m scared.” You whispered, finally choosing to truly let him in for the very first time since you met, “What if it doesn’t work out? I want you in my life. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to.”

Johnny said it with such conviction, such confidence, that you felt like you had no choice but to believe him. Your eyes studied his face, looking for any sign of wariness or doubt. Only to find none. You could only find hopefulness, and maybe even love. With one final review of his features, you had made your decision. 

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” He asked, just to make sure, but he made no attempt in holding back the grin that slowly spread across his face. The sight of which made your heart flutter. 

“We’ll try. I want to be with you.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t you had been holding as the final word left your lips. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, the floodgates in your eyes releasing the tears it had been holding onto for months now. Nervousness still coursed through your veins, but it was mixed with a different kind of emotion: excitement. 

“You’re smiling, but you’re also crying. I’m not sure if I should be concerned.” Johnny joked, the crinkles in eyes becoming much more apparent as he stared at your face through the screen. 

“I’m still scared,” You confessed, “but I’m excited.”

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle at your confession, waiting for you to wipe your tears away before he continued speaking, 

“Well, Yn, didn’t I tell you the road not taken would be the most exciting? Trust me, it’s looking really good now.”

[thatonerandomfan4]

Madness Combat: Just Bros Being Dudes

AO3 Link:

(Hhh This Took A Long Ass While Lmao)

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Fandom: Madness Combat

Characters: Deimos, Sanford, Hank (Briefly), Jebus (Briefly), Tricky (Briefly)

Platonic Or Romantic?: Romantic Sanmos

Summary: Just A Normal Saturday In Nevada For The Boyfriends, Sanford And Deimos. They Also Share Their First Kiss With The Help Of Hank And Tricky Thanks To A Text Message. Also Deimos Makes A Lot Of Jokes, If You Know Them Then Congrats. :) If Not, That's Ok.

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The Sound Of The Alarm Clock Went Off At 8:00 AM, Causing Deimos To Wake Up From His Slumber. He Sat Up From The Sleeping Position He Was In And Yawned While Stretching Before Hitting The Snooze Button And Rubbing His Eyes. Looking Over To His Side, He Noticed Sanford Was Absent From His Side Of The Bed. It Was Cold, So He Had Been Probably Gone For A While Now. It Was Done Nicely Compared To The Smaller Man's Side Of The Bed, Which Was Very Messy.

Deimos Knew San Liked To Wake Up An Hour Or Two Earlier Than Him All The Time. He Did That Even If They Weren’t Being Bothered By The L33t / A.A.H.W (Agency Against Hank Wimbleton) Groups Anymore. Deimos Slipped On The Closest Pair Of Slippers He Had By The Bed And Headed Toward The Kitchen. There He Heard Pans Being Set Down On The Stove Or In The Sink To Be Washed Later And Bacon Sizzling In A Pan.

Sanford Was At The Stove Making Breakfast While Whistling One Of Their Favorite Songs. That Favorite Song Happened To Be Poker Face By Lady Gaga, Deimos Would Always Sing And Dance Happily To It While Sanford Watched And Laughed During Their Breaks In Between Missions. Deimos Instantly Smiled At The Sight Of His Boyfriend Being In A Good Mood On A Morning. Everyone Knew Sanford Wasn't Much Of A Morning Person, He Was Only Cheerful When He Knew He Was Going To Have A Good Day.

It Always Was Fun Going On Missions Together And Then Getting To Relax With Each Other Afterwards. They Loved To Chat And Goof Off With Each Other All The Time. The Smaller Man Quietly Shuffled Into The Kitchen Being Careful Not To Distract The Man Cooking And Sat Down In A Chair. Ford Smiled And Flipped The Pancakes In The Pan. San Turned Around To See His Beloved Boyfriend Sitting At The Table.

Sanford, Smug: “Enjoying The View, Dee?’

Deimos, Jumping In Surprise And Hiding His Face In Embarrassment: “U-Uh What? Yeah, I Like Roses. I Mean What-”

Sanford, Giggling A Bit: “What? Anyway, How Many Pancakes Do You Want?”

Deimos: “Ooo, Can I Have 4?”

Sanford Nods And Turns Around, Walking Back To The Stove To Continue Their Breakfast. Deimos Watched His Boyfriend With Love In His Eyes. Dee Loved Watching His Boyfriend Do Anything; He Even Has A Whole Photo Album Full Of...Just Sanford In Battle Poses, Laying Down, Sitting, Ect..

Sanford Knew About Deimos’s Pictures. He Didn’t Really Mind, It Was Just When They Got Posted Online And Girls Were Coming To The Posts and Simping For The Man In The Bandana. Cut Back To Deimos Looking At Sanford With Love In His Eyes, Dee’s Tablet Vibrated On The Table.

Deimos Quickly Picked It Up, And Saw It Was From Hank. His Panic Died Down A Bit, And He Just Stared At The Notification. Like Sanford, Hank Liked Getting Up Early So He Can Get Things Done. One Of Those Things Would Be Making Sure Tricky Wasn’t Eating All The Food In The Fridge. Tricky Normally Has To Be Fed At Least 8 Times A Day To Ease His Chaotic Nature For A Few Minutes At Most. Then Jebus Has To Look After Him For Safety Reasons.

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Hank: Deimos. Are You Up?

Hank: Deimos? It's 7:04 AM.

Hank: ?

Hank: Deimos??

Hank: Oh Yeah. I Forgot You Like To Sleep In

Hank: You're Probably Going To Wake Up At 8:30 AM, As Always.

Hank: Anyway, I Just Wanted To Say Tricky Misses You Guys. He Keeps Talking About You And He’s Wondering If You 2 Can Come Play With Him Later Today Or Tomorrow.

Hank: He's Happy You Two Are A Couple Now. He Bought A Gift For You Too.

Hank: Well….He Stole It, Then I Had To Pay For The Damage….AND The Gift

Hank: Also, Quick Question….Have You 2 Even Kissed Yet?

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There Was Silence For A Good 3 Seconds Until Deimos Screamed, Startling Sanford. The Tablet Fell On The Table Before Ford Could Even Reach His Boyfriend. The Man In The Bandana Hugged His Boyfriend To Calm Him. Ford Thought It Was Some Fangirl Who Messaged Him And Sent Something Gross As That Happened Very Often. He Took The Tablet To See For Himself, And Snorted When He Saw The Message. He Looked At Deimos Desperately Trying Not To Laugh At What He Saw.

Sanford: “You-” *He Quietly Giggles, Trying Not To Embarrass Deimos On Purpose* “You’re Screaming Because We Haven’t Kissed Yet?”

Deimos: “Well- I- Yo- We- He-”

He Was Immediately Silenced By His Boyfriend’s Lips Making Contact With His. They Stayed Like That For A Few Minutes Before Sanford Pulled Back And Got Back To The Stove. Deimos Just Sat There In Shock, His Face All Hot And Red. That Was Their First Ever Kiss, And Deimos Wanted To Be Involved Too. Just Thinking About It Made Him More Flustered. He Must've Been Spaced Out For A While Because When He Looked Up, Sanford Wasn't There. He Checked His Tablet Again And Saw A Notification: A Text From Hank.

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Hank: Lol. Sanford Told Me You Screamed When I Asked.

Hank: That Probably Was Really Funny In Person

Hank: If Only He Recorded It.

Hank: *[One Attachment Sent]*

{Hank: He Didn’t Answer My Question. Did You Guys Kiss Yet Orrr?

Sanford: Well Yes And No. You Embarrassed Him Lol. It Was So Funny Haha

Sanford: He Screamed When He Saw Your Message, Then I Kissed Him.

Hank: Pfft- Are You Serious?! Wow Lol

Sanford: Yeah Lmao. Made Me Throw A Pancake At The Ceiling. It Was Mine Too :(

Sanford: Good Wasted Pancake :(

Sanford: *[One Attachment Sent]* {Image Description: A Gray Tiled Ceiling With A Medium-Sized Pancake Smacked In Between 4 Tiles.}

Hank: XD}

Deimos: I-

Deimos: YOU!! >:( THAT WAS YOUR FAULT HANK J. WIMBLETON!!

Deimos: YOU MADE HIM WASTE HIS PANCAKE. THAT WAS YOU!!

Deimos: YOU FUDGING BULLY >:(

Deimos: I'LL HECKING FIGHT YOU!!

Hank: XD

Hank: Yeah Right Lol. I'll See You Later

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A Couple Minutes Pass And Sanford Taps Deimos On The Shoulder. Dee Turns Around To See His Boyfriend Fully Dressed. A Pile Of Clothes Was Placed In The Seat Next To The Shorter Man. Deimos Could Only Assume It Was His Clothing, As Hank Did Invite Them Over To See Tricky. The Smoker Popped A Cigarette In His Mouth And Left To Get Dressed. Once He Got Back, He Put His Cigarette In The Ashtray And Got Sanford Greeted With A Kiss. Well 2, One On The Forehead And One On The Mouth.

Deimos: “You Know, You Could’ve Waited Till I Was Ready For The Kiss.”

Sanford: “Why? It Would’ve Been A Year Or Two If You Said You Were Ready. That’s Basically How Our Relationship Started. Everyone Knows That, Ev-EVEN TRICKY KNOWS!”

Deimos’s Face Just Heated Up, He Knew That Was True And Couldn't Argue. After That Chat, Sanford And Deimos Got In Their Car And Headed To The Base. Deimos Was Messaging Hank During The Entire Ride. Hank Was Teasing Deimos A Lot About The Kiss, And How Deimos Reacted When It Was First Brought Up. Deimos Yelled-Texted At Hank Again, Causing The Man In The Red Goggles To Laugh Again. Dee Put His Tablet Away Once They Got To The Base. Of Course, None Other Than Hank Himself Was There To Greet Them And Welcome Them Back In.

They Passed The Savior, Jebus, Who Was Reading A Book, Supposedly A Bible Or Something He Could Find Lying Around. He Was Sitting At A Table With Red Wine In A Fancy Glass And Biscuits On A Plate. Deimos Wondered If Hank Told Him About It, Since He Received A Teasing Look. Sanford Just Thought Nothing Of It, And Wanted To See If Tricky Had Actually Changed Since Their Last Encounter With Him.

Once They Approached Tricky's Room, Or Area (Whatever You Would Call It), They Saw Signs Like 'Caution: Beware The Clown', And 'Do Not Enter Unless You Are Hank'. They Were Also Greeted By The Sound Of Someone Eating Something Viciously.

Looking From The Glass Window On The Wall, They Saw The Clown Filling His Face With All Different Kinds Of Food. He Stopped To Grab A Drink, But Got Distracted By Seeing Hank With Sanford And Deimos. Tricky Immediately Ran To The Glass And Smacked His Face Against It, Causing Ford And Dee To Jump Back.

Tricky Smiled In Delight After Seeing Deimos And Sanford For The First Time In A Long While. He Waved Through The Glass, Then Rushed To The Speaker. The Faint Sound Of Someone Yelling 'HAAANNK!' And 'VALID. FRIENDS' Could Be Heard Through The Speaker. The Door Suddenly Opened Slowly, The Smell Of All Kinds Of Foods Plus Blood Pouring Out Of The Opening And The Cracks. The Clown Immediately Jumped Out Of The Room, Startling The Trio.

Tricky: "SANFORD! HANK! DEIMOS! FRIENDS! VALID. YES."

Hank Actually Smiled Upon Tricky's Entrance, He Patted The Clown's Head Twice And Let The Other 2 Do The Same Thing After. They Talked About Everything That Happened, And Caught Up With Each Other. Jebus Entered The Room Half Way Through The Conversation And Joined In. They Chatted For Hours, Tricky Was The One To Point Out The Time To Everyone. Sanford Said That He And Deimos Had To Leave, As It Was Late (11:12 PM).

They Said Their Goodbyes Before Ford And Dee Headed Out. They Stayed Silent In The Car, Just Thinking About How Much The Others Have Changed. Tricky, Who Has Become More Friendly And Takes Baths. Hank, Who Is More Calm And 'Married To A Blender'. And Jebus, Who Has More Control And Is Starting To Learn Dad Jokes.

Deimos: "I Had Fun Chatting With Them After A While. I Just Wish Candice Was There With Us, I Miss Her."

Sanford: "...We Didn't Know A Candice."

Deimos, Grinning: "I Know Candice. I've Known Her For A While Now."

Sanford, Not Falling For It: "Good For You. Is She Nice?"

Deimos: "....Y-Yeah…...Although Her House Really Smells Like Updog. It's A Problem."

Sanford: "......Really?"

Deimos, Pushing The Joke: "Yes, Especially The Kitchen. It Really Reeks Of Updog. It's Disgusting, Bleck"

Sanford, Sighing And Smiling: "What Is Updog?"

Deimos, Giggling Like A Child: "Nahat Much Wh-"

Deimos Couldn't Finish His Sentence Because He Was Laughing. Sanford Just Snorted And Smiled, He Always Knew How He Could Get His Boyfriend Lost In Laughter. Even If A Joke Wasn't Really That Funny, Deimos Could Be Laughing For An Hour. He Absolutely Loves Jokes Of All Kinds And It Doesn't Matter Who Tells Them. By The Time They Arrived Home, Deimos Was Still Slightly Giggling And Wiping A Tear From His Eye.

Sanford Carried Deimos Into The House, As The Man In The Visor Finished His Giggling Fit. Ford Set His Boyfriend Onto The Couch And Started Getting Ready For Bed. He Left Dee Some Comfy Clothes To Slip Into For Bed. About A Couple Minutes Later They Both Were On The Couch In Pajamas (Or Just Clothes They Never Wear To Work).

Deimos: "Why Weren’t You Laughing At The Joke, Sanford?"

Sanford: "The Joke Wasn't That Funny, Deimos. You've Heard It Over One Hundred Times Already."

Deimos, Giggling Again: "But..It's Funny."

Sanford, Trying Not To Smile: "It-It's Really Not."

Deimos, Now Full On Laughing: "I- It Was Funny When Hank Fell For The Candice Joke." *He Smacked His Side While He Laughed* "It Hurt Like Hell, But It Was Worth It!"

Sanford, Smiling But Trying Hard Not To Laugh: "Oh Right I Forgot About That."

Sanford Then Let Deimos Cuddle Against Him As He Laughed Again. He Only Laughed Harder When Sanford Yelled, 'It's Not That Funny!'. Eventually, Ford Was Laughing As Well With His Boyfriend. They Laughed Until They Eventually Fell Asleep. Today Was A Good Day For Both Of Them, And They Were Happy They Could Spend It Together, Like Old Times.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

OH SHIT- | RH

I felt like the next oneshot I wrote had to be about Ricky since we were sharing our pictures of his bisexual bob last night lmao

Ricky Horror | 1,320 Words

It was the last year of Warped Tour and you were excited to see your favorite bands such as Motionless In White, Wage War, Ice Nine Kills, and Knocked Loose. You were out of your mind excited. So after the first show which was Knocked Loose, you were on your way to Wage War’s set. Wage War was awesome and one of their latest songs called “Stitch��� really got you going. You were hoping they would play it today and you were ready to... Wage war...

You laughed at your own stupid joke as you walk towards the stage they’ll be playing at. None of your friends liked the same music you did so all of them turned down your offer to take them with you to the last Warped Tour. It was their loss and you didn’t care because this was going to be the best day of your life.

You get to the stage and there’s already a fair sized crowd gathered in front of the stage. You stand roughly in the middle of the crowd waiting for the band to make their entrance. The anticipation is fucking killing you! The butterflies in your chest are almost overwhelming. You feel the sun beating down on you. You knew it would be the worst idea to wear all black... You looked down at your black crop top mixed with black jeans and a heavy chain on the side. Your black and white checkered vans really showed your dedication. But still you decided this morning that to show your true alternative spirit you would suffer the heat.

As Chris Motionless says, “fashion over function!”

You supported that statement in full.

After about five more minutes of intense waiting you let out a scream when you see the drummer, Stephen Kluesener walk on. Next on is bassist, Chris, followed by Cody, Seth, and finally the man himself, Briton Bond.

You feel as if you’re going to pass out from all the excitement. 

The first song “Alive” starts and you lose your mind. This is fucking awesome!!

You’re headbanging along, even getting rowdy in the mosh pit. So when they close off the six song set with “Stitch” you know it’s your time to get down. You were going hard to the beat, eventually landing an elbow to someone’s face.

You immediately stop, feeling quite concerned. When you turn around you can’t even believe your eyes. You have to be dreaming. This man cannot be standing right in front of you right now... 

You rub your eyes and yet, the person in front of you hasn’t changed. He’s holding his face with a look of pain. 

It’s Ricky. Fucking, Horror. 

“I’m so sorry!” You shout over the music to him, gently guiding him away and out of the crowd. 

“It’s... Alright...” He groans as he takes away his hand, seeing blood.

“Oh shit you’re bleeding a lot... Let’s go take you to the medical tent.” You suggest as you help him along. You’re so embarrassed. You just elbowed Ricky Horror and might’ve broken his nose. He’s your favorite in the band and that just makes it so much worse.

He takes a seat and the medic looks him over, deciding that yes in fact you had broken his nose. He looks over at you with a half smile. 

“I’m so sorry! Is there any way I can make it up to-” He cuts you off quickly.

“Come to the show tonight and let me introduce you to the band.” He replies.

“What...?” 

“You heard me.”

You were dumbstruck. Why would he want you to come meet the band now that you’ve broken his nose?! He should be yelling at you. Telling you that you’re trash and that you need to fuck off. But no. He tells you to stay for the show.

“How will I see you after?” You ask.

“Go to the back of the stage and the guards will know.” He responds as the medic starts trying to align his nose.

You nod and wait for the medic to finish with him but he smiles and tells you to go on your way and go break someone else’s nose. You chuckle and make your way to the next show, and the next, and the next.

Finally the sun is about to set and you’re going to your final show of the night. Motionless In White.

You get there early and get to stand right at the barrier. You watch with a big smile as all of the members come on. Ricky’s nose had some sort of bandage over it and it looked pretty painful. You felt pretty bad about it...

Chris addresses the crowd before starting their first song, “Devils Night”. During each one of their songs you could see Ricky stealing glances at you. You tried not to pay attention as you go back to headbanging to the music.

As soon as they started playing “Soft” you were screaming every word. It was your favorite song and you had to show it somehow.

Finally for their last song on the set, they played “Eternally Yours” and oh my god where you so close to tears at that moment. You couldn’t help but scream every word to that song too. 

When the set ended and the guys filed off stage, you ran around the side, pushing through crowds of people to see Ricky. The guards stopped you from going back towards the busses. You tried to explain to them the situation but they were having none of it. You were about to walk away if it wasn’t for Ricky coming up and telling them that you were “with him”. You felt your heart flutter at those words. You knew it didn’t mean anything but it still made you feel good inside.

As you two walk back towards the busses you make small talk. First exchanging your name which he felt embarrassed he had to ask for since you two had already met. When you get there, Ricky helps you inside, him following close behind. 

All of the guys looked at you with quizzical looks, they were sweaty and tired but they all managed to look up from what they were doing to see you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. They obviously thought you were some kind of groupie...

Ricky chuckles at the looks on their faces. “This is Y/N. She was the girl who broke my nose earlier.” 

You nervously laugh at his statement. 

The rest of the guys look at you with suddenly bright eyes, Vinny speaking up first.

“How hard did you smack him?” He asks excitedly.

“We were at the Wage War set and uh...” You pause, trying to think of a way to say this that makes you sound less careless.

“And she was moshing pretty hard. Then she elbowed me in the face and snap went my nose.” He smiles and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

The guys roar with laughter telling you that it was badass and how they wish they would’ve been there to see it.

A small smile cracks on your face when you realized it wasn’t all that bad.

You guys talk for hours, laughing and cracking jokes. Eventually they share their phone numbers and you felt like you hit some sort of jackpot. So as you say your goodbyes to them and step off the bus into the night, your phone dings and you pull it out, seeing a text from Ricky.  

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” It reads.

You glance back at the bus and he’s looking at you with questioning eyes through the bus window. You flash him a thumbs up and you see him start smiling like a dumbass. You laugh and turn around, making your way to your car.

Getting a date with Ricky Horror? No fucking way.