#my room doesn’t fit this theme but i love it anyways

[lizardkingeliot]

The thing is tho... okay.

Here's the thing.

AMC’s Interview with the Vampire has so effectively driven home the point that Lestat loves Louis without condition and will continue loving him to the same degree forever regardless of the passage of time and regardless of what Louis has done that sometimes it's easy to forget that, like... Louis doesn't actually know that. Sometimes I'm really just like what do you MEAN Louis de Pointe du Lac doesn't know he's Lestat de Lioncourt's heartbeat now and forever Louis de Pointe du Lac do you even watch the SHOW.

Anyway. I don't know what I'm trying to say here but I think it's something about the romantic angst of it all. The way Lestat is going to be forced to betray Claudia and Louis in Paris during the trial leaving Louis with the belief that Lestat doesn't want him. He will view this as a rejection and this is the reason why he is going to spend the next 77 years of his life with Armand. This is why he couldn't just reach out to Lestat post-Paris and try to work things out. I’m not saying anything new here, I know. Most of us have worked this out already. It took me a while to get there yesterday when I was digesting the episode because, like I said, Lestat’s love is so obvious it’s easy to forget Louis really doesn’t know. But listen….

Louis is deeply unwell in 1973 San Francisco. When Lestat asks him why he’s ill all I can think right now is… well. Because he doesn’t have you. Even before he walked into the sun he was ill because he doesn’t have you. Ill in New Orleans after the deed was done. Ill in Paris and sustaining himself with memories so vivid it was like Lestat was there in the room. Ill in San Francisco when Armand could have ended it all by relaying Lestat's words to Louis, and didn't. Ill in Dubai searching the well of memory trying to find his way back to something like sanity again...

But listen. Sam Reid said Lestat very much thinks Louis is dead after 1973. This tracks. It fits very neatly with the ~theme. With what this season is trying to do wrt the romantic angst of it all. Maybe Lestat is still locked up in a dungeon or underground somewhere sleeping, maybe he isn't. Maybe he's rotting away in New Orleans, wrecked with grief, thinking about walking out and greeting the sun every morning when it rises and he's reminded Louis is gone. I guess we'll find out soon enough…

But listen. There's not some great conclusion I'm trying to arrive at with this post. I'm just spinning my wheels thinking about how delicious the tropes on this show truly are. To separate a love like that, to have Louis believe Lestat doesn't want him and have Lestat believe that Louis is dead. Well, friends... that sounds like a recipe for a grand reunion to me. And maybe what I'm trying to do with this post is toss another coin in the wishing well of a potential season 3. Because you can't have a love story like this that is destined to end in a reunion only to come back the next season to pretend it doesn't matter. I don't know. Maybe you can. But I really hope they don't. I really hope when they come back together at the end of this nightmare, when Lestat is finally permitted to have a voice of his own, that voice will be echoing through the halls of their home, because he'll be telling his story to Louis.

[yourstrulyrika]

i am actually going to explode. i had a half of fic already written when the tumblr app crashed and the draft didn’t save. :(

ada wong x fem!reader smut ♡

i’m rewriting this but just a small note, it’s my first time writing for wlw and writing for Ada in general, but i hope ya’ll will like it. here’s the promised ada wong smut for valentine’s ♡ no warnings, smut, dom!ada, nothing rough. i always state when i’m writing anything rough so no worries! it’s really just ada eating you out ♡

also! i’m doing a poll in my next post regarding my last post, as i mentioned. you can choose which dimitrescu girl you want to see me write for!!

synopsis: Ada surprises you on Valentine’s day with a gift ♡

Ada has seen the worst of the world. hell, she’s not a good person either. she’s somewhere in the middle, but you still love her. Ada doesn’t like bringing work into your personal life, but sometimes, it’s unavoidable. once in a time, she gets a random call in the middle of a cuddling session with a new mission for her.

and this happened a few days ago again. you don’t blame her, how could you? you love this woman. still, it does feel.. lonely. her touch, her sultry voice, you just miss it. she may not be the loud type of person, but you feel her all over you all the time. always around you, her scent on the pillows, your clothes since you two share a wardrobe. you really just miss her, but you have faith in her.

you’re patient. Valentine’s day is coming up, but you don’t prepare anything for it. first, you usually don’t celebrate days like this, and second why would you when your darling is absent? you decide to just go to sleep early, Valentine’s suck anyway. you force yourself to fall asleep, hoping the evening and night passes quickly.

that is, until you feel the familiar, rich cherry perfume right beside you. it stirs you awake a bit, but you think you’re hallucinating or really missing Ada, so you shift in your sleep, or at least, try to. before you manage to shift your position, you hear her silky, smoky voice,

“Missed me, darling?” she says it so gently, as if angel was speaking to you. well, in a way, she is an angel. for you. it manages to bring you to a half asleep state, but then, she places her hand under your chin, tilting your head, patiently waiting for you to wake up.

it instantly makes you wake up, opening your eyes to check if you’re dreaming or is your girlfriend really in front of you in the middle of the night. once you open your eyes, you see her smirking at you, before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. she missed you too, you can tell with the way she’s kissing you. locking your lips together, cupping your cheeks to keep you in place until both of you are out of your breath. a small string of saliva connects you two even when she pulls away, before she gently wipes the saliva off from your lips, cocking her head to the side.

“I wouldn’t leave my girl alone on Valentine’s.” she whispers against your lips, chuckling at your sleepy state. adorable you are, she thinks. she pulls away just enough to stare at your pretty face, making sure you’re looking at her.

“Got something for you,” she motions to the elegant gift bag. she made sure that even the gift bag was fitting. it’s dark in the room, but you can make out the most of the gift bag when you squint your eyes. you don’t get to look at it for long before she gives it for you to open it, turning on the light at the same time.

when you open it, you find a lingerie set. not just any lingerie though— it’s Valentine themed.

a white lingerie set that is covered in little hearts all over the lacy part of the bra, with your name embroidered on the right breast, and her name on the left. the lacy is also scattered with hearts, garter straps and thigh-high stockings, all lacy. she definitely got it custom made just for you.

“So, what do you think?” she asks you with full confidence, leaning back to see your reaction. she’s satisfied with herself, because your reaction truly is adorable. with a smirk, she moves closer again, cupping your cheek,

“Think you can wear it for me, princess?” she asks you in a deep, husky voice, hoping you agree. the moment you get out of bed to put it on, she guides you to the mirror, already right behind you, helping you put it on. brushing her hand here and there, making sure everything is matching perfectly to your body. once satisfied, she reaches out to cup your breasts covered by the lingerie, putting her head on your shoulder, gently squeezing your breasts.

“Knew it will fit you. So pretty for me.” her hands are moving all over your body, brushing her nails over your clothed nipples teasingly, kneading your breasts, admiring just how well the lingerie fits you. she finds it so fucking hot, the way the lacy fabric looks on your skin. she’s reading your reactions, noting the little squirms and twitches. oh, how much she loves you.

she decides to go further, kneeling in front of you, possessively holding your thigh. she pulls out her phone, looking up at you, gently patting your thigh so you look at her.

“Can I take a photo, princess? You just look so heavenly, can’t get enough.” she makes sure you’re comfortable, always. she would never put you into a situation where you’re uncomfortable. when you agree though, she takes a photo of her gripping your thigh in front of the mirror, lips brushing against your thigh and covering your skin with lipstick marks all over. you’re in for a session, definitely.

she definitely likes the lingerie a biiiit too much. but how can she not when her girlfriend looks so fucking hot in it? makes her mind go crazy with love and lust mixed into one.

she guides you to bed, sitting between your legs, parting them to pepper your inner thighs with her lips and bite marks. after a while, she takes another photo of your thighs full of her marks. Ada is not that possessive, but it riles her up when she marks you up like this.

she can’t handle it anymore. she cups your pretty, clothed pussy, staring at it as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. she rubs her long fingers over your slit, getting a moan out of you. her lips curl into a smile as she keeps up the teasing rubbing, before pushing the fabric aside for a bit so she can lap at your creamy pussy.

she shoves her head, latching onto your clit, circling her tongue around your pretty, throbbing clit lazily, eliciting a small whimper out of your puffy lips. she almost purrs as she feels your legs twitching around her, your movements only encouraging her to go further.

“Missed this so much.” she whispers against your skin, voice muffled by your thighs. she looks up at you with a hazy look, before pushing your hips closer to her face, wrapping her arm around your thigh. she keeps lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste and ghosting her fingers over your pretty clit as she slides her tongue in and out of your hole. she feels your walls flutter around her tongue— she can tell you’re close, which is why she speeds up her movements, circling your clit with her fingers.

you swear you’re starting to see stars. Ada’s tongue feels so good— she always knows how to touch you and devour you whole. it’s like she’s all around you, enveloping you in her embrace. you can’t help but arch your back, pushing your hips further into her mouth, making her chuckle against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending vibrations to your core.

“That’s it pretty girl, just cum for me, don’t think about anything else.” she whispers, blowing a gentle kiss to your clit before wrapping her lips around it, sliding her fingers in your hole instead before curling them, rubbing just the right spot. she keeps hitting it repeatedly until you cum all over her face, which she happily accepts and swallows it all. she can’t help herself, she pulls out her phone again just to take photo of your messy state with her head on your thigh. your legs are covered in love bites and lip marks, pussy all puffy and still sensitive from just cumming. to her, the sight is so damn beautiful.

“My new wallpaper, huh?” she teases as she looks at the photo before turning it off and patting your thigh and guiding you to lie down. she can see you’re sleepy, so she won’t do anything else now.

“Happy Valentine’s day, darling.” she whispers as you slowly drift off, pressing a kiss to your head. she reaches out to clean you and herself up before lying down beside you, wrapping her arm around you, spooning you from behind.

she’s definitely gonna look at the photos once she’s out on a mission again. you just look to pretty like this.

[tw1l1te]

The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 3

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft and domestic, suggestive themes

You walk out of the bathroom, clad in Sky’ old Skyloft tunic and trousers, dirty clothes in your arms. You walk back into your room and stuff the clothes in your pack, noting to wash them the next time you get the chance.

You hear a soft knock at the door, noticing that Legend was leaning up against it.

“Old Man just wanted me to let you know that we’re leaving at dawn, towards Castle Town. Apparently we have some business to discuss with the resistance.”

Legend takes a moment to take in your form. The tunic Sky gave you was practically falling off of you.

“Oh for the love of- You need a belt… at least till we find you clothes that actually fit you.”

Legend leaves your room and comes back a second later with a leather belt. He walks right up to you and wraps it around your waist, tightening it enough to hold the tunic in place, but not tight to the point you couldn’t breathe. Adjusting the fabric, you hum at how much more comfortable the tunic feels on you.

“Better?” you nod “Good.” you expect him to leave, but he doesn’t. He takes your hands in his and looks at them. His hands are soft yet battered with scars and nicks, and callosed from holding swords for years.

He looks back up at you, searching for something in your eyes, but you can’t tell what.

“Leg? You ok?” you ask, starting to get worried about the lack of words from him.

You don’t expect him to kiss your hand, eye contact not straying from yours. You felt your entire body get hot, this moment feeling so intimate and yet, so natural. It was hard to pinpoint.

“Whatever happens, whatever you decide to do, I’m gonna do my absolute best to protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you Y/n, you hear? I promise you.” he whispered. 

You bring up one of your hands to brush through his blonde-pink bangs, and place a soft kiss on his forehead, staying there for a few seconds longer.

“I know, bunny. I know.”

~

That night was sleepless for you. You were up before anyone else, fastening supplies onto your pack and taking note of what you needed to get on your next supply run.

One by one, the heroes woke up and made their way downstairs, surprised at how early you woke up, as you typically were one of the last ones to be awake.

By about 6 in the morning, you were well on your way out of Ordon Village. You were walking alongside Wars and Four, both of whom were a bit too tired to hold a conversation, but you were more than ok with that. You needed some space to think.

What was up with Sky? Especially in the bathroom? You know things have been tense with the Shadow and constantly adventuring, but it seemed like Sky had something on his mind. You needed to find out some time soon, it kept gnawing at you.

And in terms of the other elephant in the room… you were still so lost. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t just leave the chain, as if the past year and a half was a fun adventure or game. This… this was your life now… but you didn’t belong here. You saw how townsfolk looked at you, even sneering at you for managing to catch the heroes’ eyes. As much as everyone reminded you that you were one of them… you knew you weren’t. You weren’t involved in an ancient prophecy, wielded the triforce, or even came from any of their eras. You were nobody.

~

“But anyways, this bigass fish just came outta NOWHERE and I started slashing at it and using my hook to swing on top of it-” “Wind, stop overwhelming Y/n, I can tell she already got lost at the part with the redeads.” Twilight chuckled, throwing a smile your way “Plus we arrived at Castle Town.”

Castle Town was BUSY. Everyone was bustling about, trying to hit their sale markers for the day, advertising their goods and services. You saw an ancient wares and magical items shop, but Twilight quickly ushered you deeper into the town. You’d have to check it out later.

Entering a quieter alleyway, you make your way down a set of stairs leading to a bar in a corner, no doubt being where this “resistance” acclimated. You remembered playing the game and having a hard time finding it, but you liked the little quest. Despite being in Twilight’s Hyrule twice since you first met the chain, you’ve never actually went into Telma’s Bar. 

“Link? Is that really you?” Telma exclaimed, eyes wide open with disbelief. “Didn’t think I’d see you so soon!! I see you brought some friends along?” She said, looking at the boys and then at you “And a partner?” she asked in a teasing tone.

Twilight waved his hands “Ah, no! We’re not like that. These are all my traveling companions. We just came by to see if Shad and Ashei were around.”

Telma’s eyes flashed in recognition. She knew why we were here.

“They’re in the back, they’ve been here since last night. They’ve been expecting you, actually.” She said, towel drying a glass. You all thank her, walking to the end of the hallway.

Opening the door, you see Ashei and Shad hunched over a map, notebooks and books scattered across the table.

“Ashei!” you exclaim, you haven’t seen her in ages, especially since portal-hopping so often.

She gives you a tight hug, smiling at you “How have you been Y/n? Hope Link hasn’t been too rough with ya.” you giggle at her remark, waving her off.

“Nah he’s all good, just a bit stinky per usual,” you chuckle, throwing a wink back at Twilight.

“Y’all are actin’ as if i'm not ‘ere.” he laughed in disbelief, playing along with your joke.

Ashei rolls her eyes, pulling you along to look over the table.

“Alright, anyways, why you’re all here. So, we’ve been lookin’ at the map for a bit and compared our notes with the research team. They said there was a strong pull coming from the Arbiter’s Grounds, located in the desert. Link, I know you were last there with the Twilight Mirror, did you see any other mirror-like objects?” Ashei asks, deep in concentration.

“No. Last time I was there, the Twilight Mirror was destroyed as soon as-” he takes a breath. “As soon as I finished the job.” He says, a far off look in his eyes.

As soon as Midna left him, he meant.

“Right. Ok. Well, Shad did a little more digging and got permission to access Hyrule’s archives, even the forbidden section. Apparently, something deeper is goin’ on.” Ashei gestured at Shad, urging him to continue.

“Ahem, right. I looked through the historical texts in order to see the background and history of the desert, specifically the Arbiter’s Grounds. I looked for hours on anything unusual or anything I didn’t know before, but there was nothing. However, when I got access to the forbidden archives, there were tons of unpublished and banned texts, almost as if…” he trailed off.

“Nobody wanted the public to know.” Time finished, starting to piece things together. 

“Correct. So, after reading a bit, turns out there was, or possibly IS another mirror. However, not to the Twilight Realm or a time travel mirror. This one, apparently, to whole other dimension.”

You breathed out, not sure the last time you took a breath. This was a lot, but you had to hear the rest of it.

“The trip itself can take a few weeks, especially since warp locations have disappeared years ago. You’ll need to head to the Arbiter’s Grounds and find a way deeper underground. The map in the book says there’s a whole other tunnel system underneath what has been uncovered during the Twilight Siege.”

“The mirror itself was built by some cult. No one knows the name of it or if its still active, as the mirror was said to be built thousands of years ago, possibly even before the Twilight Mirror itself. The pages on the cult itself have been long ripped out, so as of right now its impossible to know how the mirror itself was made, their motives, and history of the cult.”

The room stayed silent, everyone taking information in as it was thrown at them. Legend was deep in thought, fiddling with his rings, a nervous habit you’ve noticed.

Time and Wars were looking at each other, almost communicating silently. 

Twilight had has hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you or him, it was unclear.

Wind and Hyrule looked worried, unsure of the implications of the cult.

Four’s eyes kept flickering back and forth, as if he was conversing with the colors in his head.

Sky was biting his fingernails, another habit that you noticed from him.

Wild just seemed dazed, looking through you as if he was remembering something.

You just stared at the map, needing a few seconds to process. Holy shit. You might actually be going home.

“You alright, Y/n?” Time asked, placing a hand on your other shoulder. You nodded, not looking away from the map.

Before you could say anything, Twilight stated “Thanks Ashei, Shad. We’re gonna need to discuss a bit before we can go ahead. I assume y’all will still be here for a lil’?” he asked, waiting for confirmation from the two. They both nodded, leaving Twilight to usher you out back towards Telma’s Bar, the others following behind you two.

You all sit down at the bar, Wars ordering a few drinks for all of you, and sliding a pouch of rupees towards Telma as payment.

“Before you start getting guilty about changing our course, don’t. We want to help you, Y/n.” Time stated, not looking away from you.

He knew exactly what you were thinking, it seems.

“But its not your responsibility for you guys to take me home, or lead me there. It’s my responsibility.” you said, voice cracking. “Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to be here, I fell through the portal on accident, and I don’t know how the hell it even landed in my reality to begin with. You guys are supposed to focus on getting to the Shadow, not help me get home because I’m homesick.”

Wars sighed “Y/n, if it were anyone else in the group, we’d help them get home, no matter what. We’re a team. You’re one of us, so we’re going to do this for you. We don’t have to, but we WANT to. We want to help you get home.” He said, giving you a small smile in attempt to console you. 

You nodded, “Fair enough, I suppose. I’m not in charge of what y’all wanna do, but don’t do it because you feel like you owe me something.” you said, taking a swig of the alcohol. You needed to loosen up.

No one mentioned it out loud, but they knew what they were all thinking. After all, they are reincarnations of each other in some ways.

They’d do anything for you, you didn’t have to lift a finger and they’d do it. No questions asked.

You didn’t know that though. You just saw them as being too trusting and good for their sakes.

~

“Fuck my ears feel heavy!” you giggled, your face was all pink and you knew you were tipsy.

“I think I'm shrinking Y/n,” Four panicked, gripping his locks in his hands. 

“You’re Minish, Four. You’re naturally shrunken.” Legend mumbled, staring off into the half empty glass.

“Fuck, you’re so right.” Four groaned.

You leaned against Time, looking up through your lashes. 

“I think you’re realllll handsome, blondie.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmmm!! It’s not fair. I want them golden locks of yours.”

“Other’s in the group have blonde hair as well?”

“They do??”

You take a look at the others, realizing your mistake “Oh.”

You turn back at him and sigh dreamily “But you’re just so…. Ugh!!! Like a…. Um…. hell I don’t know. I’m not good at metaphors and stuff. You’re just hot. Yeah. Real hot,” you say, swirling your drink for the millionth time that night.

Time just stayed silent, but could feel the blush creeping up his neck. You were drunk, it didn’t mean anything…. But it did. It always did when it came from you, drunk or not.

“Alright, off to bed, you. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.” he said, collective groans coming from around the bar.

He made eye contact with Telma and slid over an extra 20 rupees for dealing with everyone’s shenanigans, mouthing a silent “thank you” at her. 

Without another word, he slung you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs, where Telma added some renovated rooms in the past few years, proving to be very helpful with the current situation, as he didn’t want to carry you outside for a few blocks to the nearest inn. 

He was gentle with you when he laid you in bed, but your arms were still around his shoulders, refusing to loosen up.

“You gotta sleep, sunshine. We gotta leave early again tomorrow.”

“Mmhh… stay with me?” you asked, slightly sleepy from the alcohol in your system.

Time considered for a moment. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Of course, scootch over.”

Time slipped his boots off and took off the breastplate and shoulder pieces of armor off, setting it against the dresser to put back on in the morning. You didn’t once look away. You couldn’t.

Your feelings have been so complicated with the chain the past few months. The past few weeks especially. You keep having… moments with them. Not tense, no, more… romantic or intimate. That wasn’t even how you wanted to describe it, but you couldn’t come up with anything else. You weren’t sure if you were reading into it too much, or hoping your 12-year old self was living her fantasy of being with her favorite character, but…. part of you hoped it was true. So when Time turned around, you were standing chest-to-chest with him, or rather chest-to-face as you were at least a foot shorter than him. Curse your genetics and lack of tallness.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry Y/n, I didn’t see you-” “Time, what’s been going on with you?” 

When you were drunk, you didn’t like to beat around the bush. But even with several drinks in your system, you’ve never felt more sober.

“I don’t follow.”

“Oh, I think you do. You’ve been acting off around me. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something?-”

“No, nothing like that-”

“Did I make you uncomfortable? Did I do or say something to make you upset with me?-”

“Y/n, no I-”

“If I did please just be honest with me because I might leave-”

He kisses you, deeply. You can feel your tears spilling from your waterline, fat pearls pouring over. You close your eyes, relishing this moment, praying to Hylia this wasn’t a dream or some mind game. You needed him. You needed them. 

You whimper into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck, him groaning softly in response. His hands are gripping your waist, pulling you closer to him, as if he’s stopping you from running away. Leaving him.

You both hesitantly pull away, a string of saliva connecting you. You flutter your eyes open, looking at Time’s blown out eyes, him slightly panting. 

“I like you.” you blurt out, not wanting to waste another moment.

He chuckles at that, “You don’t say.”

You giggle, smacking his shoulder and muttering “asshole”.

With that, you both strip your outer layers and leave on your under tunics and pants, Time turning off the light while you get under the blankets.

You start undoing the small ponytail you made in the morning to keep your hair out of your face, but Time instead starts undoing it, leaving you to put your hands in your lap, waiting for him to finish. He places the ribbon on the nightstand and kisses your shoulder. 

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

₊˚✩⊹

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hi there! I'm happy that you enjoy my requests, I actually was kind of worried they are annoying you.

Well anyway, I was thinking. It's a little strange requests, but how do you think any character/characters of your choice would be extremely delusional? Like to the point where after having a short talk with reader they are already convinced they are dating?

Sorry if it doesn't make much sense, I don't think I mentioned that earlier but english isn't my first language.

- 🐶 Anon

there are only a few people who i felt really fit this and i went with the one i thought would be best!

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including mentions of violence, mentions of death, delusional behavior, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Childe would be the one to fall first, fast, and hard. When he meets you, bumping into you in the city streets, for a moment he feels his intense bloodlust shift to something else, to something more volatile. He finds himself craving something more, something darker. He doesn’t want to fight you, no he could never hurt you like that, but instead he wants to kill for you. He wants you to tell him everything about you and tell you about everyone who’s ever bothered you. He wants to spill their blood and bring their decapitated heads back to you to show you how much he loves you, how he’d do anything for you! He’s so eager to impress you, to win your favor, even if by force. He’d fill a room with blood and bodies if it meant you’d spare him even a sliver of a smile. He just loves you so much, even if you’ve never spoken more than once he doesn’t care. Your love and attention is all he wants, all he needs.

[ultimateloserboy]

I’ve been holding back this ramble forever but the food episode makes me tear up and i NEED to talk about it.

The food episode was the only episode I really couldn’t watch as a kid. I remember being horrified by it. to this day i still feel uneasy thinking about it, even though it doesn’t scare me in the slightest anymore. the reason i feel uneasy now isnt because im scared, its because to me its the saddest episode of the whole series and makes me want to punch walls. when i was younger i didnt notice a lot of the things ive noticed now, and every time i watch the episode i notice even more.

a lot of people talk about this episode as if red guy ran away and wants nothing to do with the house, that he’s trying to save the other two by bringing them to his world. while i dont think this is a wrong or bad interpretation, considering it’s understandable, id like to talk about my own interpretation. i dont think red guy even knew how he left. keep in mind he just exploded and then woke up in an office. there’s absolutely nothing suggesting he ran away on purpose. all he wanted was for colin to shut up, he wasnt intending to find the room he found. this itself isnt an interpretation, its a fact, BUT how he feels about it and what he does in the red guy world is completely up to interpretation! mine is that he wants to go home instead of trying to get the other two out of it. lemme explain ok hear me out:

throughout the entire food episode red guy is constantly popping up in the background somewhere. hes drawn behind windows and his head is in the microwave in one shot. when duck knocks the camera over for a split second you can even see his legs as it falls. the leg thing is what really got me, because most other times he was simply drawn. but those were his actual legs standing in the kitchen. to me it represents the fact that he isnt actually there but is “haunting” the other two. they dont really remember him but they can see him out of the corners of their eyes. hes blurry and far away but they KNOW someone is there (or WAS there, i should say). but on his end i think it could represent how hes still there in his head, how hes still singing songs and shit like that despite being out of that world. he says he hated that world, that hes allergic to music, but now that hes gone from it its stuck in his head. he misses the music. he misses his friends. hes still there in spirit.

before i continue id just like to say that, no, the main three INCLUDING RED GUY dont always want to leave the house. especially when they have to leave the others behind. whenever theyre off somewhere they usually want to go back home, yellow guy even said “i want to go home” word for word once. but he also said “no more songs” these things can exist at the same time guys. they can not want to drown in oil but still want to live in their house, yall realize that right? thats a huge theme in the show, that the house and the main three have a very complicated relationship. they dont want to leave their home they just want it to, yaknow, NOT EAT THEM. so i think red guy wanting to come home isnt at all out of character. and he doesnt like the red guy world anyway, why would he take his friends there when theyre wacky as shit and wouldnt fit in there or enjoy it at all? also id like to make the point that he doesnt know what’s happening in the house (at least not the seriousness of it) until he sees the machine. so him trying to save the other two from getting munched makes no sense to me personally. AGAIN THO THIS IS JUST MY INTERPRETATION!! YOURS IS VALID TOO AND I LOVE YOU!!!

But anyway continuing on, ducks reaction especially makes me insane. whenever i see how duck acts in episodes like “jobs” when he starts freaking out and trying to get the first aid kit for yellow guy im reminded of this episode. duck really does love his friends at heart. he doesnt want to leave the house, he sees no point, but to me the reason he doesnt want to leave is BECAUSE of his friends (or at least one of the reasons). in the tv series duck has a whole argument with red guy about leaving, and while some people say this duck is different than webseries duck i have to disagree. i think duck wouldve always argued about staying, but i also think hed always want to leave if red guy did. duck always switches up as soon as something is “wrong”. he always wants to stay until one of his friends is acting weird/hurt/missing and then suddenly the world isnt right and he doesnt want to be there. not only that but he will do everything in his power to fight against the things keeping him from his friends or hurting them, even if it means risking his own life. he knew some weird shit was going on every time he answered the phone, but despite that he continued answering anyway. he interrupted the songs and pushed things away and kept running to the phone, being disobedient and not giving a damn. this isnt unusual for duck, but it makes me especially ill, because he acts very confused as well. hes very upset, not mad like he usually is but genuinely upset and worried. most likely because of how hazy his memory is. my favorite scene of the series is when he pushes over the camera and says “i dont want to do this anymore” it rips my heart apart hes just like me fr. it also comes back to the transport episode, where hes like “well the song wasnt that great but at least it was funny. nobody gets TOO hurt by these songs and stuff so who cares? why leave?” i think hes always thought this way, the reason he says “i dont want to do this ANYMORE” is because suddenly the world has shifted. suddenly things are much more sinister and make even less sense. suddenly he is in genuine danger, and he isnt coming back this time. things have gone too far now, and he tries tearing down reality itself to get out, but unfortunately hes just not strong enough.

i also like to think that the food is singing about red guy the whole time, not actually food, and how he deserves punishment, and if you end up like him youll be punished too (which is exactly what happens to duck for answering the phone) “the bad, not-healthy foods are very rude! and must leave through the catflap!” isnt that what red guy did? he wandered too far and saw what he shouldnt have so he was sent away. also the steak says “you need to know whats right from wrong” which doesnt go with the rest of the song at all and seems to be directed at duck specifically. it seems more like theyre trying to keep duck and yellow guy in line rather than teach them about food. when they say “you shouldnt eat food from a strangers plate” considering the previous lyrics and the context before the chanting i think theyre talking about not believing what youre told by “strangers” (aka the non-teacher characters) theyre saying not to listen to whatever red guy is trying to say, to not answer the phone, to not end up like him. or at least thats what i think anyway.

lastly, the ending. yellow guy sitting in the kitchen alone, in the dark, covered in blood while the phone loudly rings is probably the most haunting part of the series to me. remember what i said about not being scared? well i LIED. this scene specifically still scares the fuck out of me. it fills me with genuinely painful dread. the scene where he looks over at the phone, hearing it but not getting up to answer it and letting it ring until red guy gives up is heartbreaking. im not sure if yellow guy even knows what’s happening in this scene, but hes been taught by now to NOT ANSWER THE PHONE. so he doesnt. and the teachers leave him alone with the phone because theyre confident he wont answer it. and theyre right. it breaks my heart just looking at it. in the next episode he ends up fighting back just like duck did, but just like duck, he cant truly do anything. it really puts into perspective how powerless all three of them are. god it ruins me. all they wanted was to know what the biggest thing in the world was, and now theyve been torn apart for wandering too far. cries and sobs

[randomthefox]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how angry Tails gets in Sonic Lost World lately.

I think Tails is the type of person who loves to do everything he can to help people constantly, especially the people he’s closest to, because he desperately wants his feelings to be reciprocated. But Tails doesn’t want to directly ask for what he wants because he thinks that would be selfish. He always tries to present a kind and nurturing persona to the rest of the world so that people will feel like they can depend on him, and if they do, they’ll never leave him. This is also why he doesn’t know how to say no to people. The only way that he feels he can make sure he doesn’t accidentally drive away the people he cares about is by being as useful as possible. He clearly thinks that his worth is only measured by how useful he by how he asks Sonic in Frontiers whether he’s being a burden on Sonic for not doing enough to help him save the world.

I think that’s why Tails’ anger in Sonic Lost World seems to come out of nowhere. He’s felt like he’s been underappreciated for a while now, and Sonic wanting to team up with Eggman was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. If you pay attention, Tails’ rant is foreshadowed by him being more prideful than usual. As a way of him trying to communicate to Sonic that “you should be grateful for everything I do for you” before Tails has a full meltdown, because Tails doesn’t want to sound selfish by directly saying it.

Tails doesn’t get emotional very often because he’s always repressing his feelings to not be a bother. Tails still doesn’t say no. He never says that he refuses to work with Eggman, he just complains about it. He also still doesn’t properly convey what he wants. He just says that he’s angry about working with Eggman, but that’s clearly not the entire truth because he brings up how he thinks that Sonic doesn’t think he’s good enough. Another way of him indirectly saying “you should be grateful for everything I do for you”, except more aggressively. He still doesn’t want to come off as selfish so that people won’t abandon him. So instead he expresses his repressed anger by complaining about everything all of the time while never addressing the source of exactly what’s making him so volatile because he still doesn’t want to seem like a bother by sounding selfish, even though he’s being a bother anyways by being a passive aggressive jerk because he won’t just say what’s wrong. Tails is so fixated on not being a bother by not being selfish that he doesn’t consider how he could be being a bother in other ways. Such is the contradictory nature of an unhealthy coping mechanism. It fits with Tails’ habit of fixating so hard on the complicated stuff that he misses the simple things. Like how he built the Tornado 2 to do something as amazing as transform but forgot to add in something as simple as landing gear in the second form. 

Tails’ arc in Frontiers seems to be the beginning of him learning how to properly advocate for himself and how to become a more self sufficient person.

What do you think of this analysis of Tails’ psyche? Do you think this sounds about right? Or have I completely gone off the fucking deep end? Also, thank you for reading my 700 word essay on Miles ‘Tails’ Prower lol.

I think you're spot on. Like, no notes.

Tails might have self actualized in SA 1 and 2 but the problems of his self esteem issues didn't just go away. That shit is sticking around forever. It's like being an addict. You don't ever stop being an addict. Even after twenty years of being sober, you'll still be an addict. Deep rooted psychological dependence doesn't ever go away, you just get better at managing it. Pain doesn't go away, you just make room for it

Tails primary character flaw has always been his self esteem. His theme song was called "Believe in Myself" because that's what he needed to learn how to do. And the lyrics of the song include "Many friends help me out In return I help them Certain things I can do, and there's things that only I can do No one's alone."

Which, yeah, speaks to me of a pretty cut and dry case of "Tails doesn't think he's good unless he's useful." So Sonic thinking they "needed" Eggman instead of deferring to Tails would absolutely trigger that sensitive reaction from him. And like I mentioned when I was playing through the game - Sonic accepts Eggmans suggestion for them to team up unilaterally. He doesn't even ask Tails if he'd be okay with it, let alone consider that Tails could reprogram the machine himself. Sonic did cede to Eggman's suggestion so easily because of the baggage he was dealing with himself in that game, but it absolutely just resulted in Tails feeling slighted and developing some resentment which quickly boiled over into their argument. Which I've already analyzed myself.

Tails definitely strikes me as the kind of person who wouldn't understand that It Isn't About The Nail

Or the Parks and Rec way portraying it

aka as you described "so fixated on not being a bother by not being selfish that he doesn’t consider how he could be being a bother in other ways." The story he had in Frontiers definitely seemed oriented around confronting that element of his character and trying to take corrective steps towards it.

I agree 100% with all of it.

[showtoonzfan]

Anyways I want to talk about Nerdy Prudes Must Die real quick, Starkid’s recent Hatchetfeild musical. I love the show, it’s amazing in so many ways, I can’t say much about it that others haven’t already said so I won’t be really vocal about how good it is, at least yet. That’s why I really want to share just a few criticisms or nitpicks I have, cause I don’t see a lot of people talk about that and I’ve personally been itching to get these out lol. Keep in mind I love the musical to death and I just want to see if other fans have the same opinions I do or not, if you disagree that’s fine! Spoilers for the musical!

- My biggest complaint is that I feel like Stephanie doesn’t get enough screen time. Not that she’s not developed or fleshed out, but after rewatching NPMD a million times you’ll know that the two main characters that get the most screen time are Grace and Pete. (Especially Grace cause she steals the show, not in a bad way tho). However, Steph is supposed to be a main character but to me she kinda feels like a side character pushed to the back. I’d say this starts when the kids plan to prank Max, and moving forward she eventually goes from someone being at the front to a follower until the near end where they have to summon the lords in black. I will say of course it does make sense, for a cast like this you have to move main characters to the back to leave room to develop others, that’s fine, but I still can’t help but feel that Steph lacked more.

I think of all characters she should have gotten her own song too, I was disappointed to hear that she actually DID have one and even a reprise until it was cut. Jeff had said it was about her being a popular kid and how she struggles with that, and I think it would have been really interesting to see, it would have added more. Though of course cut songs are cut for a reason, Jeff had said it didn’t fit or add anything but it’s still something I wish we had.

- Some fans have already said this, but it is distracting how glossed over the deaths of the characters are, mainly Ruth and Richie. Max’s death makes sense here, because he was a jerk and the theme of how the town and the kids didn’t care for him when he died and glossed over his death was done on purpose, but for Ruth and Richie…the characters they were actually friends with didn’t seem to care. For starters after Richie dies no one notices he’s gone, and when the gang do find out he dies, nothing really comes of it other than a “wait Richies dead?” Then the characters just move on, Ruth dies and the same thing happens to her, only a “wait she’s dead?” line and that’s it. Pete was the closest to these two and we don’t even get to see him mourn, or a simple line indicating that. I don’t blame the characters themselves but if you asked me if I thought the writing for the musical was just a teensy weensy rushed, I’d say yeah.

- That also leads to my other problem, “If I loved you” feels misplaced. The song itself is good but it takes place legit right after Ruth dies, a character who got an amazing send off. There isn’t time to process it at all because now Pete and Steph are arguing over their relationship, and after that Grace bursts in to kick off them leaving. I feel like “If I loved you” should have been placed before “Just For Once”, that would have been slightly better.

- Okay so this is just a nitpick but I didn’t like “Best of You”. For a horror musical (especially for Hatchetfeild) it feels VERY forced and preppy and it just threw me off I’m so sorry. That’s why I was thankful “Dirty Dudes Must Die” was the true ending because that fits more with the universe and the tone of the show. I guess it makes sense though because Jeff had revealed “Best of You” was an in universe pop song that the students were just singing, so after I heard that it made perfect sense on why I thought it was so cheesy lol because it wasn’t supposed to be a song for the show itself.

Still like some others have said, the way everyone is so happy in the ending throws me off. I get that they establish a few weeks had passed but after ALL of the hell the characters went through only to cut to them carefree at prom it’s….off putting. Like Steph is literally an orphan now and Pete’s friends are dead. And it doesn’t get addressed or acknowledged AKSKKSSM 😭

And that’s pretty much it regarding issues I had with the musical. It’s damn near perfect, I just think the script is a little rushed and the pacing is kinda all over the place. Other than that? It’s amazing and I’ll definitely talk about it more soon. Feel free to disagree with me!

[yxstxrdrxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Detectives are supposed to be trusted, right? So why does it feel like the one with her felt so… Hollow?

TW/s: delusional thinking, yandere tendencies, unrequited love, toxic dynamic/s, Heizou is fucked up in the head, short term isolation, pre heikazu matchup, nsfw tws include horrific imagery, body horror, arson, mutilation(?). Please dni if you are uncomfortable.

NOTE FROM HR: Happy late Valentine’s Day, miss Phitre (@a-dose-of-phitre). It seems your date went well with Heizou, but I’m rather concerned with how you’re looking right now. Is it just me, or did you plan to go with someone else?

Heizou is regarded by a lot of people for his expertise and quick wits as a detective. That in and of itself is normal, considering how he seems to excel in those aspects. However, what they don’t seem to remember about him is that he’s a bit of a trickster to the people he found… Fun to be with.

Don’t get him wrong, he likes doing it all in harmless fun. He doesn’t enjoy taking things too far if he could really help it, and to him, he didn’t want to put his recent dates through the horrific things he can do. But for some of them, they like stepping a bit too far from those boundaries he set for their sake.

One such incident is actually days before that happened. He has always wanted to save the ones he loved the most for last, since he thought that it felt more fitting to savor the time with his beloved, Kazuha.

“Oho? It seems that my partner in crime is up bright and early! And here I thought I have to get you again,” he told the woman as they met up by the park, grinning madly upon seeing her try to catch her breath. “Oh dear, relax, breathe. I’m not going to leave you behind, Febronia.”

His date, though, huffed. Catching her breath, the woman turned her head to face the cheeky detective, hitting his arm in return.

“Yeah, but not when you decided that we’d meet this far from our usual spot!”

The latter laughed once again. Oh, he knew what he did wasn’t right, but can you blame him? He wanted to play a little joke on her, and their destination would take ages if they met up in their regular area to walk there.

He’d have to blame Sara for that. She had told him he couldn’t use his motorcycle due to too many joyrides, and to add insult to injury, she confiscated it back at the agency! He couldn’t even show his face to her when it happened, and even Kazuha has told him that it was only inevitable.

The horrors, he says! All because she didn’t know how to have a sliver of fun… What a tragedy indeed.

“Well, you’d have to thank Sara for keeping my ride from me. She’s the one who told me to quit it, saying that I was only doing it for my leisure. The audacity of her to assume that I'm not even doing my job, too!”

Febronia rolled her eyes, hitting his shoulder with a scoff. It was obvious that he was simply being a drama queen, which isn't foreign to the two of them.

… Although, maybe it should have. After all, Heizou isn't always the one to act such a way, right?

“Anyways, why don't we go and see what you want to show me? If we spend too much time here, we're bound to miss whatever appointment we have for the trip.”

“Haha, right you are, my partner. Right this way!”

Arriving to their location, Febronia could tell that he has a preference with his choice of escape rooms. As a detective, he must be so keen and excited to be able to go through them, since he solves cases faster than a person can think.

Still… she did wonder if he remembered that she couldn't solve it, or to actually inform her that their venue would be so extravagant.

“Heizou, did you forget to tell me that this place would have a theme with masquerade?”

“Ah, I didn't,” he answered truthfully, snapping his fingers with a smile on his face. “Actually, I wanted to keep this as a surprise for you! After all, I've always thought about visiting a venue such as this, and we also have the appropriate attire before we head inside.”

Really now? She found it hard to believe. After all, this is the same man that knowingly hid this information from her, deeming that it isn't important. What a bother.

Still, by the sparkle in his eye, she found it hard to tell him no. It would simply be far too rude for her to turn him down when they're already at their destination.

“Okay, okay, fair enough,” Febronia answered, sighing. “I do hope you have the right outfit for us, mister detective. If you forgot about that, I'd seriously question if you want us to be shamed in there.”

“Nonsense,” he replied, patting her head with a cheeky grin. “It won't be that bad! All you need to do is just relax and have fun. After all, the outfits we'll get won't be too restricting… or even too eye-catching. I'd rather not have people stop us.”

Stop us?

“What do you mean by—”

“Anyways, here they are! Come, Watson!”

Heading inside, the masked guards simply nodded and stared at the dumbfounded date, this time out of confusion. He just cut her off, like he didn't want to hear her ask.

… What a strange predicament. She felt like something was up with him.

“Partner! Aren't you coming?”

Her eyes flitted over to the waiting Heizou, and she ran towards the entrance, ignoring the sorry looks of the masked men that followed the detective.

“Sorry, I got distracted,” she apologized to Heizou, but he simply shook his head. Holding her hand, he smiled and spoke, “It's alright. Anyway, let me lead the way.”

Walking down the empty halls, her eyes trailed down to their hands. Although hers were warm, Heizou’s felt… cold. Like there was no semblance of body heat coming out of them, or maybe he's not as warm there than other parts of his body.

Still, it made her worried. He doesn't talk much about himself, and this set of one of the many alarm bells in her head.

However, she kept quiet. She didn't want to make this awkward as is.

Arriving at the dressing room, he let her in first before he followed inside. Closing the door behind him, they were greeted with the multiple closets and drawers of clothes of all kinds: dresses, suits, gowns, and even others that aren't tied to the masquerade theme.

She reached over to one of the clothes, eyeing it then putting it on her body. It looked a bit short, so she dropped it.

“I'll go ahead and change in the bathroom,” he told her, opening the door to her left. “Just knock if you're done, okay, Watson?”

“Alright. It'll take a while before I can get dressed, so I hope you're fine with waiting.”

“Haha, I won't!”

…

It was only when he left that she turned her attention to the dresses, eyeing each and every one of them. Some were too gaudy, too revealing, and a few were just… nonsensical.

Sifting through each and every article of cloth she was given, Febronia’s brows furrowed in confusion. There were far too few that fit her taste, and it felt like she would be stuck there forever if she couldn't find something that fits her.

Then, she stops as she stares at the dress that fits her style well.

Granted, it was a pale white dress, the beading and accessories were that of crystals and golden leaves. There were even feathers that are on it, and combined with the heels and how it was tailored, it covered her enough that she could breathe but have the right places shown.

It was also not a form fitting dress, so she was relieved. The weirdest thing, though, is the veil of the mask that came with it. It was almost as though it wanted to cover her face.

Taking the dress and its mask, she looked down at the others and shrugged, turning around to put it on. The dress smelled nice, like it was freshly doused in mild perfume and washed as well.

Come to think of it, it looked cleaner than the ones she had to check. It's almost like it had been deliberately picked and hidden so she could find it.

What a strange coincidence. She felt like something isn't going so well because of how fortunate the tides have gone in her favor. Alas, it may just be a simple fluke or something of the sort.

As she discarded her original attire and put it on, she felt the weight of heaviness prior leave as it was on her body. And she was right—it fit her like a glove, and it complimented her body well. Though, looking at the colors, she's reminded of what a dove would look with it's pearly white condition.

God, I hope I don't stain this. It probably costs a fortune to even clean the slightest bit of stain here, too.

Walking to the door with her new get up and the heels that came with it (she swore she'd fall, so she needed to take her time walking in them), she knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

“Heizou? I'm done changing! Are you done yet?”

… Nothing.

She knocked again.

Knock, knock.

“Heizou? Come on, this isn't funny.”

No response. The lights are flickering, but she paid no heed. She needed to see what was going on.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

“Hey! Answer me, Heizou!”

This time, she turned the knob of the door, and was surprised that it wasn't even locked. No, she could open it.

What the hell?

Pushing the door, she rushed inside, catching a whiff of metallic and soot. Coughing, she swiped her hand so she could see and breathe clearly, and her eyes simply widened at the sight before her.

Heizou wasn't inside, but the room was up in flames. Some of the items were already burnt down, and the flames were reaching to the walls and on the door.

Stumbling out, she dashed to the exit and found that it was jammed. Febronia could only panic as the flames got out and entered the room she was inside.

“Heizou?! Heizou?!”

Slamming the door, she began to try and find something to use. Grabbing the chair, she began to slam it repeatedly, but to no avail.

Tossing it to the fire, it traveled to the clothes she discarded and it began to melt, letting the terrible stench of plastic greet her and make her wheeze. Some even traveled to where she was, touching the glass heels and plastic dress she wore.

Then, the flames got to her skin.

The pain of being burned alive was making her scream. She tried to put it down, but it went further up, making her let out cries. Some descended from below to her head, setting her hair up on fire.

The flames and plastic got to her form, to which she was only greeted with the feeling of pure and utter agony.

It hurts to be burnt alive. It was a fate she wouldn't want anyone to have, as her skin was becoming nothing but charred. And God, did it hurt. It was even worse with the plastic melting in her.

Her eyes began to bulge as she heaved, crumbling onto the ground. She needed to breathe fresh air, but all she could even get was smoke that filled her lungs.

What ripped from her throat was screams of anguish and rage, blaming the one that led her there— the damned detective, who left her for dead.

… Which was funny, for even she can't blame him. After all, had she paid attention, she would've found out the truth of the detective she's with.

Several investigators came to the scene after the locals have brought up the concern of hearing screams late at night. It had been days after the incident that led to the manor burning, and they wanted to see what was left behind.

An anonymous tipper has left them something vital to investigate, especially for the disappearance of Phitre, a lady who was last seen being with “Heizou”.

When they got to the scene of the crime, one of them leaned over to the burnt plastic that was made to be dresses and cringed at the stench. Some were not even taken care of, and it was almost like it had been taken decades ago.

However, what caught their eye was the mask laid next to a charred, disfigured and melted body. It smelled the same as it had been prior, and even when the dress melted into the skin of the victim, the mask remained pristine.

The only difference, though, are two pairs of jeweled eyes that stared right back at them, like the corpse still looked at them with disdain in their soul.

@.throw-letter-away | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2024

[jawabear]

V day gifts for us both

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/n: happy valentines to my love, Kyle. God he’s so hot. i think today is pointless but it makes for good prompts i guess. so heres a filthy kyle smut because i want his cute little ass all to myself.

Genre: S M U T

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Switch!Kyle, switch!reader, dom/sub themes, anal, pegging, toys, 69 position, face sitting, overstimulation, mention of eating, slight sir kink, ma'am kink, pet names, begging

Summary: An innocent date night turns to something far from being innocent...

Kyle💕💕

Dress up nice for me baby. See you at 7 😘😘

It was a somewhat ominous message to receive from your boyfriend when you took into account the fact he had been gone all day. He left early only saying he would message you later, he did that at least, but there was no other information presented to you. 

You had been pondering the message all day since then. He didn’t reply to your messages, he didn’t even see them. It worried you a little but you knew he wouldn’t let you down. He would see you at 7. 

You clock watched as you got ready. Putting on a small bit of make-up and one of his favourite outfits of his. It was probably the nicest one you owned so it certainly first the dress code he gave you. But it was at this point, as you looked over yourself in the mirror, that your stomach began to churn nervously. You didn’t know why. You had been out with him many times before. He was your boyfriend for god sake. But you were nervous about why he had made this date. 

It wasn’t an anniversary, not one that you knew of anyway. It wasn’t his birthday and it wasn’t yours. Maybe ti was something to do with work? Had he been ranked up? Given a medal or something? However, on second thought, Gaz was known in your relationship to spring random date nights on you for no apparent reason. This was most likely one of them. 

You let out a breath and nodded to yourself, happy with the choice of outfit and moved out to the living room where you sat and waited. Wait to see him at 7. Your eyes couldn’t move from the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Your leg bouncing nervously and your hands wringing together. 

“Stop it (Y/N)” you said to yourself “its just a date. Its Kyle”

With that, a knock sounded at the door. You checked back at the clock after having looked away for a split second to scold yourself. Sure enough, it read 7pm. You stood from the sofa and brushed over your outfit to straighten it out. You let out another breath and walked to the door. 

Opening the door was like opening up a present. That present being the most handsome, beautiful man in the world standing there looking sharp as ever. He had gone for a black turtle neck shirt and a gorgeous navy blue suit jacket and trousers. It was a tight fit on him and perfectly excentuated his arms. 

“Wow” he let out a low whistle as he looked you up and down “you really got my message babe”

“You like it?” You asked him.

“You know I do” he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now you compliment me. I tried hard to pull this together” 

“You’ve worn it before”

“I have not” he feigned hurt “I just have one very very similar. So similar its almost the same” 

You chuckled and ran you hands over the smooth fabric of the blazer. “You look amazing, Kyle. You always do though” 

He kissed you again. And again. And just once more before offering his arm to you “shall we, my love?” 

“We shall” you smiled. 

-

“So,” you began as you took a sip of your drink “are you planning on telling me what this is all about?” 

“Am I not allowed to spend time with my lovely lady?”

“You are, but I feel like this time there is a reason” 

“Alright, you caught me” he held his hands above his head “I’m not going to be here fro valentines this year so thought we could do something now. Have a special night together”

“Kyle” you smiled “that’s sweet. But you know I don’t care about valentines day”

“I know but doesn’t mean I can’t treat you to a nice meal and make you feel special” he smiled a little sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. Is it too much?” 

“No” you smile as you reached over the table to grab his hand in yours. “No Kyle, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re so sweet to do this. I love you so much” 

“I love you too babe” he leaned over the table and pressed a long kiss to your lips. He didn’t care that you were in a busy restaurant, right next to the window where anyone could walk past and see him. He never cared. He wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. He wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. 

You felt like a school girl when he sat back down, giggling like a maniac. He had such a hold over you, making you feel giddy after every kiss he gave you. Gaz laughed too and sipped at his drink. He picked up his knife and fork again to eat and pointed the fork to your plate. 

“Eat up babe, you’ll need your energy for tonight” he shot you a wink making your cheeks flush. You and Gaz had had many bedroom adventures. Perhaps having done almost everything sexual you could imagine. So at this point it was just a question of which of your favoured activities would you be embarking in tonight? 

The anticipation of that always made you crazy with arousal. “Do I get a hint?” 

“Do you ever?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. No was the answer. He never gave anything away. That just made it all the more mind blowing. 

“I thought that as it was a special night, you could make an acceptation?” You lifted your foot to stroke lightly up and down his leg. He shot you a look and whipped his head around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking “oh, so now you’re concerned about the public?” 

“I just don’t want them to see my cock hard for you babe” you let out a chuckle. 

“Good point. Thats only for me isn’t it” you shifted in your seat and moved your hands under the table to pull down your damp panties. You bunched them up in your hand. “And this is only for you” you took his hand again and gave him your panties. 

He tried not to moan. A strangled nose falling from his lips as he shoved them into his pocket. “You little minx. We still have dessert to go yet” he whisper yelled to you. 

“I know what you want for dessert and now you have easy access” you shot him a cheeky wink and moved your foot up to his crotch and rubbed against his erection. He gripped his fork tightly and tried his hardest not to react. You had done public sex before so this teasing was nothing new. But it still lit a fire between you both. Desire was burning in your stomach. 

“You’re lucky this day is about you”

“Or what?” You challenged. 

“Or I’d drag you out of this place back home and fuck you until the sun comes up” 

You leaned forwards on the table, you elbows pressed against the white cloth covering the dark wood. “Who’s to say that isn’t what I want?” You whispered. 

Gaz growled and stormed off to the bar to pay for the meal before whisking you out of the restaurant and back home where he was prepared to fuck you until the sun came up.

You continued to tease him in the car. Touching at his string yet sensitive thigh, ghosting your fingers over his cock making him twitch as shift in his seat. He gripped the steering wheel the way you wished he would grab your throat as he fucked you. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip. You hand slipping between your legs, you needed a release from the pent up arousal. 

But Kyle grabbed your wrist and gave you a dark look. The dark, devious look only made more clear by the red traffic light reflecting in his eyes. “That is my pussy to touch. Keep your hands away from it” his voice matched the look in his eyes and it made you moan. 

“Y-yes sir” you panted. “Sorry sir”

“We’re nearly home. Be a good girl for me until then” 

“Yes. I will sir. I’ll be good” 

“I know you will” 

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You were both laughing like love sick teenagers when you entered your shared flat. He pulled you up the stairs by you hand, both of you laughing the entire time. His lips found yours immediately when you got inside and he kicked the door shut hearing it lock as he did. 

“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart” you whispered against his lips as he stroked up and down your hips. 

“My pleasure” he replied “but the night isn’t over yet. I have something for you” he gave you one last long kiss and pulled you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed. 

He rummaged through his top draw and pulled out a small black box with a silver ribbon tied in what you assumed was a bow. Kyle was never very good at wrapping or tying bows, but your heart swelled at his attempts. You smiled as he handed it to you. 

“What’s this?” You asked shaking the box and heard a rattling inside. 

“A gift. Open it” he bit his bottom lip and looked at you with dark eye. That made your heart flutter. So it was something to use in the bedroom. You knew that look. You knew his tells. 

You carefully undid the ribbon and placed it to the side and lifted the lid to the box. Your cheeks heated a little when you saw the silver vibrator laying there. “Kyle…” you muttered. It was embarrassing to say the least. You already had that one. He had gotten you it as a gift once before. But you supposed that you had some many toys between you that it was easy to loose track of who had what. 

“I know you have it” he said quickly, reading your mind like he usually did  “It’s…it’s for me really. You to use it on me. Thought I’d be cheesy and get one to match. I know its one of your favourites, I want to see what the fuss is about. Size up my competition”

It may have been a weird thing for him to remember. He didn’t know your favourite colour but could pick out your favourite sex toy blindfolded and wear ski gloves (he has done this before. It was a weird night). But it was endearing in a strange way. It showed how much he valued your pleasure. 

“You mean I get to play with your ass tonight?” You smirked as you held the silver bullet in your hand in front of his face. He swallowed and looked at it. Clearly picturing all the things he wanted you to do with it. 

“Yeah…” he breathed. He tugged at his trousers, clearly regretting his choice of tight fit. The fit only getting tighter with every passing moment. He was already hard from earlier but now it was rock solid.

You turned on the vibrator and brought it down to rest against his crotch. “Ah fuck” he moaned. The moan turned into a laugh “I can see why you like it so much. Shit babe”

“It gets better. Trust me” you smiled and kissed him while rubbing the vibe over his crotch. He moaned and whimpered into your mouth and bucked his hips chasing his pleasure. 

But you pulled it away and he almost sobbed. “Fuck you” he muttered mindlessly making you laugh. 

“Soon” you soothe to him as you stand and rid yourself of your clothes. He gapped at you like a fish out of water. Mouth hung open as he stared at your now naked body. He had seen it countless times but it never failed to make him crazy. 

He was quick to take off his own clothes now leaving the two of you completely bare to each other. He leaned in for a kiss but you backed away. He chased after you lips and you grabbed his throbbing cock. “Fuck!” He yelled holding onto your shoulders to stop his knees from giving out. 

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” You cooed to him as you gently rubbed his length. 

He panted a few times before nodding his head “yes ma’am. I will be a good boy” 

You granted him a kiss he was desperate for  and pushed him to the bed. “On your knees then. Present that pretty ass for me” he swallowed and got on all fours. His back arching as he pressed his chest to the bed, his ass in the air. 

You got behind him and trailed your fingers up the back of his thighs making him whimper into the pillow. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. How he was the one who was so ready to fuck you senseless only for him to be the one being fucked. 

You stroked a hand over his tight hole watching it clench at the contact. You spat on it and lubed it up before slowly pushing a finger inside him. He whined your name into the pillow as he thrust his hips back, wanting more. You add a second finger and allow him to fuck himself back onto them for a moment. 

Whilst he was doing that, you turned on the vibrator and dragged it over his cock. His hips stuttered and he moaned loudly. You chuckled a little and rubbed it over his length a few more times. Watching the pre come leak from the tip. 

“You’re so pretty, Kyle” you smiled down at him even though he couldn’t see you. “Such a pretty cock. And a pretty little ass” you curled your fingers inside him and he all but screamed into the pillow. “That feel good baby?” You spoke in a patronising way, almost like cooing at a baby. 

“Yes!” He yelled “feels so good ma’am! Please! Please want more!” 

You pulled out you fingers and circled the vibrator around his pulsing hole. “You want this?” You asked. You squeezed his ass cheek and he groaned. 

“Yes! Yes! Please! Please put it in” he begged. You complied. Slowly sinking the silver vibe into his ass. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He swore repeatedly at the stretch and the vibrations racking though his body. Once it was fully inside him you pressed a kiss to it and pulled back. 

“Good boy” you praised. You flipped him over so he was on his back and crawled on top of him “what now then?” You asked as you stroked over his heated cheeks. “Do I not get a reward for being so kind to you?” 

He whined and nodded “S-Sit on my face. Please” your eyes lit up at his words and you wasted no time in climbing onto your new seat. You turned so you could see his twitching cock, you knew you would end up sucking at it soon so best to be in the right position for it. 

Kyle lifted his shaking hands to hold your hips down as you sat on his mouth. He eagerly began to suck and lick at you soaked pussy and you moaned. “That’s it” you praised him, your hands running over his toned chest. “Good boy” he whimpered and thrust his hips up against nothing. 

You stared at his cock, leaking on his stomach, angers read and twitching like hell. It looked so pretty. So desperate to be touched. You could hear the vibrator in his ass. It was rattling his body, making him shake and tremble underneath you. But if it was too much he didn’t let on about it. He keep happily sucking at your pussy while the vibe destroyed him in the most delicious way. 

“You want me to touch your cock?” You asked him, your hands inching closer to his aching cock. He nodded his head quickly, his tongue still lapping at your pussy. “Use your words” 

He shifted on the bed “yes, please touch my cock! I need it ma’am! Please!” He bucked his hips into the air again, his cock slapping against his abdomen. 

You smiled and took his dick in your hand giving it long slow strokes up and down. Up and down. “Oh fuck! Yes!” He cried against your folds. “Feels so good!” 

You picked up your pace, you could feel your own climax ramping up in your stomach. You rolled your hips on his tongue. The slurping noises were vulgar but such a turn on for you both. “Gonna come baby” you sighed, your hand twisting around his cock. Kyle bucked his hips wildly into your hand, he was close too. He had been close for a while but holding back for this very moment. “Come with me. Come with me baby” you rolled your hips faster to match his and you came. You cried out his name as you trembled and watched as he too was a wreck under you. 

Shooting loads of hot come onto his chest and your hand as he came, moaning and whimpering into you pulsing folds. His body writhed as he struggled for breath, the vibrator still rattling his bones. You tried to get off him to let home breathe but he pulled you back down. “N-No ma’am. Come again. Please” he begged sucking at your clit. You were so turned on by destroying his body that you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came a second time for him. 

His cock was still leaking come. His hips struggling to stay still. “In that case…” your voice trailed off as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth. He bellowed out your name, his head falling back against the pillow. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. 

“(Y/N)!” He cried “please! I’m so sensitive!” You pulled off him briefly.

“Do you want me to stop?” You smirked already knowing the answer. 

“No! Please! Make me come again. Oh god it feels so good” he groaned “your mouth is so perfect babe” 

“Your cock was made for my mouth baby. You were made for me” 

He came. 

It was unexpected but your hot words made him crazy. His head was spinning as he came. His mouth hanging open and panting against your pussy. You weren’t particularly made that he had forgotten to make you come a second time. Seeing him in this state was more than enough to tide you over until you fucked him. Because you would be the one fucking him. 

“Good boy” you kissed his cock and got off the bed. The vibe still purred inside him. He loved the overstimulation though. It was one of the things he enjoyed most in bed. He didn’t know why though. 

You rattled around in the sex toy draw you both shared and pulled out his favoured strap on. The silicone dick had more girth than length, he loved the stretch. But it was the perfect length and the perfect curve to hit his prostate with every thrust. 

You looked over your shoulder at him on the bed. Spread out like a meal for you, his dick still twitching. His mouth hanging out and face heated. “Keep riding that pleasure baby” you cooed to him as you put on the strap. “Makes the next part easier” 

He managed to lift his head and you saw his eyes light up when they landed on the plastic dick. “Oh fuck. Yes!” He crawled to his knees and to you. 

“You want to get it ready for me?” You smirked. He nodded and took it into his mouth, coating it with saliva. It was soaked with his spit when he pulled it out of his hot mouth. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him. Your beautiful boyfriend. 

You tilted his chin up and pulled his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “What was that for?” He asked, a giddy smile on his face. 

“I love you so much Kyle. I’m so lucky to have you” you whispered as you ran a finger down his cheek.

“I love you too babe” he whispered “I don’t deserve you” 

“Yes you do. You deserve the world” 

“You are my world” you could’ve cried but you had ti stay in character. You would cry later during after care while you told him how much you loved him over and over again. 

You kissed him again and pushed him down to the bed. You spread his legs and pulled out the vibrator. You turned it off and tossed it else where in the room, filling his ass again with the dick. He gripped the sheets and arched his back off the bed. “Fuck me” he whimpered “fuck me hard” 

“Of course” you leaned over him and grabbed the headboard before drilling your hips into him. The headboard banging against the wall, no doubt you would get complaints from you neighbours. Again. But you didn’t care. You were too caught up in the sounds of his moans to care about anything else other than him. 

Kyle looked up at you with pleasing eyes. Neither of you knew what he was begging for but it made your heart flutter. He was so damn adorable. “You’re beautiful” he whispered as he wrapped his legs around your waist urging you to go faster. Deeper. Harder. “So beautiful. Gonna make me come again. Fuck I’m going to come!” 

His head rolled back to the pillow and he lifted his hands to grab your sides, fingertips digging into your flesh. “Come for me Kyle. Come for me” 

It didn’t take long to pull him over the edge for the third time that night. You slowed your hips and carefully pulled out of his abused hole. It fluttered around nothing as he came down from the intense high. You stoked over his body to soothe him until his breathing went back to normal and his body was melted into the covers of the bed. “How was that?” You asked him quietly. 

“So good babe” he sighed with a lazy smile on his face. “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you” 

“I already told you” you lay on top of his chest “you deserve the world” 

“And I told you” he trailed a hand up your back “you are my world” 

“Then you do deserve me” you kissed him. A soft quick kiss but conveyed all the emotion you could muster. He hummed into the kiss and moved his hand to your hair. 

“And you deserve to come again” he pulled your head back by your hair and licked up the expanse of your neck. “How do you want me to do it?” He asked “you want my mouth again? My fingers? My cock?” 

The roles were reversed now. It was his turn to have some fun. “What do you want to do?” You asked him. 

He growled against your neck “I want to fuck your pussy with my cock. Give you the same bliss you gave me” you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips as he flipped you onto your back and yanked off the strap on. He tossed it to the floor and spread your legs. “I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you” he spoke directly to your pussy. It fluttered in response. You felt him nudge your soaked fold with the head of his dick before he easily sunk in. “Thats it babe. Such a perfect little pussy. Made for me”

“Yes” you gasp as he began thrusting into you. Long hard thrusts inside you. Oh it felt so good. He always knew just how to fuck you. He brought a hand down to rub quick sharp circles on your clit. You moaned and raised your hips off the bed, you could already feel your orgasm building. “All for you”

“Damn right. This pussy is mine. All of you is mine” he leaned over yo and picked up his pace. “You’re fucking mine” 

“Yes! Yes sir! All for you! Only for you!” You clawed at his back and he groaned, slamming his dick into you and hitting your sweet spot each time. “Yes! Please! Make me come! I’m so close!” 

“Come baby. Come all over my cock like a good little girl” his voice was a low growl and he dropped his head to your neck to bit and suck at your skin pulling you over the edge, your hips bucking against his as he fucked you through your climax. “Good girl. Such a good little girl for me” your wall clenched around his cock and pulled his own orgasm from him. His mind completely blank and his cock spent. 

He slowed his hips but didn’t pull out. He fell on your chest and you stroked over his sweaty skin. “H-How was that?” He panted. 

“Perfect” you whispered with a dazed smile. “I love you so much Kyle” 

“I know” he kissed your chest “I love you too. More than anything. I’m going to miss you when I leave” 

“Lets not think about that right now. I just want to lay here with you” 

“Okay” he said and practically curled against you. “Happy Valentines day, my love” 

“Happy Valentines day sweetheart” you smiled and kissed his head. 

14/2/23

[toomuchracket]

how about matty convincing d word girlie going to a football match with her?? (Maybe she doesn’t really like football that much, or even at all, idk?)

HA yeah ok so you and matty go for a little long weekend up the north-east to visit some of his family, and newcastle are playing at home on the saturday and before you go tim phones to say he's got tickets for all of you - you included. matty giggles when he tells you this, because any time he talks about football or watches it in the house your eyes just glaze over out of disinterest, despite your best efforts to pay attention, and he knows you'll wince at the thought of actually going to a match; you do, but quickly plaster on a hesitant smile and say "ok", and matty's like "you'll go? really?", and you're like "... yes. it would make you really happy, wouldn't it?", and matty kisses your head and says "it would, darlin', it would mean a lot to me if you were there", and you're like "so it's settled. i will go to the football". and matty's like "can you say that again? i need to film it and send it to your dad so he'll believe me when i tell him" - you point at him like "don't fucking push it, matthew", and matty laughs and takes your face in his hands to kiss you like "sorry, baby. thank you for doing this. i love you. it'll be fun", to which you're like "i love you too, and that's the only reason i'm ACTUALLY doing it. and i guess seeing your family will be fun, at least, lol". but as the weekend gets closer, you do actually start to get excited, just because matty's so hyped about taking his girl to see his team lmao (he is such a boy). he's like "try on one of my football tops to see if it fits, and you can wear it to the game. that would be cute", and you're a bit 😐 about the idea; that is, until you pull one of the black and white tops over your underwear and step into the living room to show matty, and he reacts by... literally pulling one of the sofa cushions over his lap and breathing heavily. your jaw drops like "babe you did not just get hard at the sight of me in a newcastle united shirt lmaoooooooo. it's that easy? wow", and matty groans into his hands like "shut up how else am i meant to react? the most beautiful woman on the planet, my beloved girlfriend, in MY football top? this is teenage wet dream material, sweetheart" - you go over to kiss him and say "well, if we have sex now with me wearing it, will that make it better or worse?", and matty thinks for a second like "better. i'll get it out of my system" lol.

and he's right, actually - a week later, when you appear in his cousin's kitchen with the same shirt visible under your coat, all matty thinks of is how cute you look lmao (but he does smirk a little bit when everyone says how sweet you are for wearing it, considering you did some arguably non-sweet things to him in it before lol). the actual day itself is quite nice; you all go for food and a couple of drinks before the game, during which you literally just share really cringe anecdotes about matty with his dad and brother, and then matty takes 948482 pics of you outside st james' park (and makes one his lockscreen) before you go in. he hugs you tightly before the game starts like "this is really special to me, sweetheart, thank you for doing this", and you're like "it's chill i actually am having fun lol". he stays holding you through the start of the game, too, because it's chilly, but pulls back to look at you in bewilderment when you hum along to the local hero theme as the players come onto the pitch; you're like "what? i've seen the film. it's good. so is the tune", and matty kisses you quickly like "you never fail to amaze me, honestly". anyway, the first half of the game is... kinda boring? nobody scores, there's not a lot of action, and the most exciting thing is you nearly burning your tongue on a bovril at half-time lol. it picks up in the second half, though - you spend the first few goal attempts looking and smiling at matty getting really into it, because he's so cute and animated, but then the tables turn and you catch him grinning at you when you swear at a near miss from newcastle. when they finally do score, you both cheer, and matty gets so hyped that he picks you up - well, he tries to, in the limited space between rows of seats lol. you have to ask him to clarify ref decisions at bits (fuck if i know what constitutes a yellow card btw), which he RELISHES doing, explaining them and kissing your cheek when you're like "ok cool. i see". in the end, newcastle win, and when the home support stands go into joyous uproar you're a part of it, hugging matty and tim and all the rest of the family as if you were an avid fan lmao; matty also probably tries to fully make out with you in excitement and just general happiness that you're with him, which you indulge in briefly before being like "come on, we need to move now so the people behind us can get out lol". but you continue the making out in the smoking area of the pub you all pile into to celebrate the win, matty like "this has been one of my favourite days ever, sweetheart. i'm so grateful for you, and even more in love with you, honestly" - you're like "i love you! and i really have enjoyed myself. don't think i could do it every week, in fairness, but i had fun. thanks for bringing me, baby". and matty's like "anytime, darlin'. and feel free to borrow the top anytime, too. in fact, i'd encourage it" lol <3

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Paranormal Investigator

Mike Schmidt x Reader

hey y’all I’m kinda nervy wervy about this bc I haven’t written since 2018, but I just love mikes character soooo much in the movie, n josh hutcherson got be barking like a dog. after watching the movie I had this thought that I just had to get out of my brain. so give me grace on any oddities or mistakes and lemme know what to improve kiss kiss hope you enjoy

Summary: you get caught breaking into Freddy’s by the night guard as he cleans up the mess from the last break in, you both come up with a deal where you can get spooky footage of Freddy’s, while Mike monitors and attempts to contact Garrett.

Warnings: no Vanessa (love her but can’t fit er in), movie spoilers, female reader, doesn’t follow movie plot, written on mobile yikes, and also I have no idea where to go with it could be a one/two part thing or more. Possible illusions to sex, and mature themes.

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“So you’re telling me, you expected to be breaking in with people who are tryna get me fired? Uh- I’m sorry, how am I supposed to believe you?” The security said absentmindedly sweeping shattered glass. Yes, you had misunderstood the instructions you overheard at Sparkys. You thought the group would break in at night, before the security’s shift, not the morning after the security shift.

“Uh, well the glass on the floor would be a good indication I’m telling the truth.” The security gave you a tired look pausing his sweeping. “I meant about my aunt… uh, anyways, look I have my sister here, I’ve got work to do, you can’t be running around like a crazy person.”

“Oh. Your sister’s your coworker?”

“No, uh, just, I’ve got a lot on my plate for tonight, I won’t contact the cops if you just get out.” He stuttered, words fumbling out of his mouth quickly. The guard found himself battling between confidence and embarrassment, he couldn’t get a clear glimpse of you yet in the dim light but he already knew from what he could see of you that he’d surely be head over heels and make himself look a fool.

“Please? Just let me take a look around, I’ll help you clean this mess, and after you can go off back to work while I do a quick scan of the place. I promise I’ll be out of your hair. I just want some footage.” You begged snapping him out of his thoughts, your eyes bright, glossy and blinking hopefully at him.

Sighing, he rubbed his free hand down his face, eyes panning around the room. Glass still shattered everywhere, things scattered, tables turned, if he wanted to get back to his dream he’d need to be quick with cleaning. “Fine, you’ll help me clean then you’ll do your thing and leave, yeah?” With a single confident nod from you it was decided.

The main area was cleaned fairly quickly, small talk here and there, learning his name was Mike and Abby, his little sister, had to come with him because his babysitter never got back to him. Now in the kitchen Mike looked over to you as you picked up empty scattered pizza boxes. “What exactly are you recording for?”

Standing with empty boxes in hand you looked at Mike and for a minute or so you both simply looked at each other. “Well, I’m kinda into the ghostly stuff, and y’know about the murders.” Mike's brow perked curiously at that, muttering the word ‘murders’ back to himself. “What happened?”

You shrugged, leaning against the metal kitchen counter watching as Mikes eyes followed your every move intensely. “Kids disappeared, cops never found them and it was ruled as a homicide, soon after there were complaints about a rotting smell coming from the animatronics. Public opinion, or rather, the rumour is the kids' corpses are in the suits, and they haunt the joint now.”

Mike opened his mouth to respond but before he could a child’s shriek rang through the pizzaria echoing off the walls. He quickly perked up, fear evident on his face, and within seconds he was shouting his sister's name while sprinting off.

You pulled yourself away from the counter as fast as you could and followed Mike in a panic. You caught up to Mike in the main area stopping your footing just a few steps behind him. The two of you stared astonished for a moment at the animatronics surrounding Abby. Freddy stepped away first, walking menacingly towards the two adults. Thinking fast Mike grabbed a chair in defence, while Freddy’s figure shadowing over both Mike and yourself. Thankfully Abby giggled and skipping her way over to Freddy, Mike and you. “They where tickling me so much, I could barely breathe! Mike this is Freddy, my friend! Freddy this is my brother, Mike!”

Mike looked amazed at his sister, the eased demeanour, the smile on her face, she hadn’t looked like this at home in years but in front of seven foot sentient animatronics, she is? Freddy sized up Mike who still held the chair in front of him, you huddled safely behind him..

“What the hells happening?” You asked wide eyed looking around Mike’s shoulder at his face Mike's mouth pulled tightly and released; a mouth shrug in response. Turning slightly to each side he put down the chair and shouted: “This better be a prank, right, there being controlled somewhere in the back? Okay! You got us, you can come out now!” After moments of silence, it was evident nobody was coming. “Okay, Abby let’s go we’re leaving.” Mike rushed, waving Abby forward towards him, and away from the machines.

The animatronics all just stood there, watching as Abby whined to stay, explaining what they liked, as well as how fun they were. To show the two how much they like drawings she scribbled up a heart picture for Bonnie, watching as the bunny took it passively. Neither Mike, nor YN we’re having anything to do with the animatronics though, and luckily it took no longer. Abby waved, and said her goodbye as Mike grabbed both her hand and yours and dragged the two of you off to the exit.

Once outside, you and Abby stood at his car while he ran back in to grab Abby’s things. “What’s your name again?” Abby questioned out of the blue, rocking back and forth on her heels and toes. “YN, I was here for a recording when I met Mike.” YN explained, half there half rethinking what happened. “Like a movie?”

You nodded but couldn’t elaborate as Mike interrupted, stepping beside the two of you. “Okay Abs it’s best if we get home and get you tucked in, YN, will you be, uh, okay?” Mike looked around nervously, he seemed suddenly embarrassed again, this time you could tell.

Scanning the parking lot Mike took note of his car being the only one in the parking lot. “Do you drive?” He asked, now it was your turn to be embarrassed and you shrunk slightly at the question, making Abby to giggle. Mike quickly hushed her and asked her to put her stuff in the trunk and buckle herself in while the two spoke. “No, I take the bus with my bike, then I bike it the rest of the way.” Mike nodded biting the inside of his cheek, he was prone to stupidity at times making quick decisions but this was probably gonna take the cake.

“Listen, if you watch Abby tonight, babysit, i-I’ll give you free range in the pizzaria for a few hours. To record. Of course. And drive you there and back…” YN’s eyebrows shot up, suddenly thinking of every possible outcome being able to catch these animatronics walking without technical reasoning could really kick start something for her. Meanwhile Mike was anxious to get back as fast as possible to dream again, although he felt slightly selfish for leaving his sister with a stranger. Mike eyed the woman again, watching as she processing things in her own mind. She seemed too pretty, to be criminal, maybe Mike had finally lost it.

“You got yourself a deal, boss.” You smirked, voice scaring Mike out of his mind. He quickly nodded, smiling slightly eyes darting back and forth between the concrete and you. The two hopped into the car after attaching your bike to the back. “Abby, YN is gonna watch you tonight, at home. Okay? I gotta get back to work.” Abby awed, whined, and crossed her arms, pulling the biggest most childish scowl she could muster. You just smiled at her antics while Mike pulled out of the parking lot, and down the road.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HIIII ARI !!!!!! i am finally home AND as promised, here to talk abt boxer suguru from your recent drabble >:)

ok ok ok SO i had.....many thoughts while reading this so this is gonna be more nonsense than anything coherent but i just HAD to talk to you abt it !!!!!

suguru as an angel - but specifically, one who is hurt, one who is yours to fix. i. LOVE !!!!! angel devil biblical stuff and oh my GOD YEAHAHHHHH!!!!! and just.....the fact that he is so beautiful, so radiant, in spite of (or perhaps even...because of?) his injuries, the result of violence. that something so holy can still be perfect even after damage, after being hurt, after pain and bruising and bleeding. AAAHH

healing healing HEALING!!!!! fixing him up after a fight....it makes me wonder too like.....was anyone there for him in canon??? like do you think if he had someone to help him, to bandage his wounds and rub his back and wipe the blood from his face, would things have turned out differently??? i love the way you explored it here bc like yes he is a boxer, yes he still fights but he doesn't do it for the sake of violence or bc he feels hurt (i think...???), because he doesnt have to, because he has someone there to help heal him afterwards

just.....the peace of this. i loved it. it felt so safe, so comfortable. him not wanting you to worry. the worry still being there all the same. his resistance to being taken care of, and yet letting you do it anyways. the love spilled through the cracks of their words and it's growing in the spaces between the lines and just AAHH

ANYWAYS loved this love you teehee thank you for another DELICIOUS suguru piece :))

QUINNNNNNNNN 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 YOU’RE SOOOOOO SWEET FOR THIS I LOVE YOU ……………

wahhhhhhh i’m so happy you enjoyed boxer!sugu 🥹 first of all !!!!! tysm for reading 🫂 and for taking the time to write this out !!! i was giggling and kicking my feet just so you’re aware …… anyway!!!!!!!

ANGEL SUGU!!!! yes!!!!!!!! i too am a big fan of biblical imagery :3c ……. i think suguru fits really well into a role that’s something like a martyr, so it feels pretty fitting to label him as an angel too, yk? (among other things… cult!geto is very snake in the garden coded <3) BUT YES. HE’S BEAUTIFUL IN SPITE OF/BECAUSE HIS DAMAGE …. reader truly loves him at every stage, bruised and battered or all patched up 🥹 he’s their angel!!!!!! i think there’s something very holy in the air when they meet in the locker room after a match….. something sooo ridiculously intimate in seeing him melt into their arms after being so ferocious on stage… you get me quinn <3

and obv that goes hand in hand with the healing theme!!!!!!! healing only comes after pain and both are precious in a sense …… for the record i DO think suguru could have been saved if someone had been there for him :’) this is just my own take but i think the only way to save him would’ve been to combat the isolation he felt ……… BUT ENOUGH ABT THAT no pain allowed in this au !!!!!!!! and yes hehe, boxer!sugu doesn’t fight for the sake of fighting — in my mind it’s more like …. he’s naturally really big and strong, so why not use it for something? to provide for you, or to find his footing in that kind of profession, the ups and downs…… i think controlled violence is probably . precious? in his eyes?? not exactlyyy that but having you there to fix him up afterwards is definitely the highlight for him :3c

and ofc the peace 🥺🥺🥺 wahhhhh i really am soso thankful for this response yk ….. i think i wanted to convey the peace & quiet more than anything 🥹 and again!!!! it’s all abt the line between violence and tenderness….. the tenderness that comes after violence……… when everything goes quiet. he lets you take care of him !!!!! and i think that means sooo much coming from someone as independent as sugu :’))))) he trust you so deeply ………

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh i just !!!!! love you!!!!!!!!!! tysm again for reading and for sharing your thoughts T_T you ALWAYS get it . no matter what . uncapping your scalp and leaving a kiss on your brain rn

[pixies-love-envy]

Chapter 4: March

The larpers are staring daggers at me because I’m tearing apart their D&D fantasy with my modern clothes, so Cricket takes me to our room a few minutes later. I didn’t need an escort, but she offered, and I had already turned her down when she asked to buy me a drink. She has to leave me here because she says she has to finish the last hour of her shift. I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do here. The only things I brought in from my car were my keys, my phone, and its charger. Our room definitely doesn’t have a TV; it’s so tiny that I’m surprised they managed to fit a full-sized bed in it. I take a few steps around the room and trip over a decorative barrel. They’ve tried to keep up with the medieval theme. I can’t speak to the accuracy of any of the decorations, but the barrel really irks me. I think it’s supposed to serve as a nightstand, but it takes up thirty percent of the room, and it tripped me, so I think it's dumb and decide to sleep on the side of the bed that’s flush to the wall. I should sleep on that side anyway, so Cricket doesn’t feel trapped in our bed tonight. There’s a low hum coming from the barrel. It’s Reese calling; I can’t believe I forgot to call the boys and tell them I’m alright!

“I promise you guys I’m not dead!”

“We know, Jackass. We have your location.”

“We just wanted to know if you’ve slayed any dragons yet,” bursts Dorian.

I swear they spend their nights looking for reasons to mess with me. “Oh, shut up. I have done exactly zero larping tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.” Reese says, “But have you met any fair maidens?” I hear them chuckle loudly, and I wish I were there laughing with them.

“No fair maidens yet, but I did invite a bar wench up to my room,” I tell them, trying to sound nonchalant.

“A bar wench! Fucking hilarious! I love it when you entertain our nonsense.”

“Reese, you know indulging in your bullshit is my life's greatest joy. However, this time, I’m literally sharing a room with the bartender.”

“Oh, shit!” Dorian and Reese shout in unison.

“Is she pretty?” asks Dorian, “Bar wench doesn’t sound pretty.”

“She’s gorgeous: Golden brown skin, dark eyes, shocking yet flattering platinum blonde dreadlocks, and she’s super confident, which I find rather frightening.”

“Interesting. She sounds more like our type, no? What with her not having a penis and all that.”

“First of all, penis is optional! I love everyone, and beautiful is beautiful, Dorian! But she’s only in my room because she has nowhere to stay.” I don’t know if they have trouble with the concept of bisexuality or if they struggle with me specifically being bisexual. Maybe they’re afraid it’s genetic. Almost everything but our personalities are the same. Personally, I think when we split into three different embryos, they were deprived of anything queer, but who am I to say. What I do know is that Cricket would still be in my room tonight if she were unattractive.

Too Sweet Masterlist

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

I’m gonna add a lot more to this chapter but that’s for me to write and you to figure out when you buy my published book

Update: I’m posting the rest of the story on Wattpad as I complete them

Looking for FEEDBACK on my first few chapters. They are really short and are easy reads. Any feedback is welcome. Tell me about anything you think can be improved upon or anything that you liked. Comment on the prose or the dialogue. Literally anything that comes to mind that can help.

@frostedlemonwriter @yourpenpaldee @mundanemoongirl @arrowmoose

[seventeenytiny]

Good Vibes

Summery: You decide to surprise your lovely boyfriend Felix with a gift, a little remote controlled vibrator you can fit in your panties.

Contains: Smut/Sexual themes, Minors DNI

Authors note - Kinda thinking about maybe making a part two where another member stumbles upon this mysterious remote. Anyways, hopefully this is good, I haven’t written anything in a long time, sorry if I’m a bit rusty. I guess I should disclose this includes things such as toy usage, orgasm control, cumplay, and oral (male receiving). Oh, also assume reader is on birth control.

Word count: 2kish

You grabbed the small package at the front of your door, eager to show Felix what was inside. You hoped this little toy would be as much fun for him as it would be for you. You quickly bring it over to your bedroom, excited to finally play with it. Carefully, you opened up the box, pulling out a tiny pink toy with a matching pink remote. You click the button on the remote, the toy begins to quietly vibrate in your hand, its exactly what you had hoped for.

“Hey Felix, come here, I wanna show you something,” You call out to your boyfriend as he passes by. 

“What is it my love?” He walks over to you, placing his hand on the small of your back. A slightly puzzled expression appears on his face as he looks at what's in your hands. You hand him the remote, his confusion quickly melting away as his lips curl up into a devilish smile. You smirk and look innocently at him, “What do you think Love? Do you want to try it out?”

He nods fervently, “Put it in your panties right now, I wanna see how this shit works.”

You obey, turning around to reach into your panties to put it into place. Its not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, but he doesn’t deserve to see you like that, not now, not yet.

“Okay, I think its in place.” 

Without hesitation he hits the button on the remote, he flashes that same devilish grin at you again as he sees your whole body react. Your eyes roll back into your head as you reach out to him to help keep your balance. The sensation in your panties causes you to shudder and your thighs to squeeze together, you bite your lip to try to stifle a moan.

Felix holds you up, his arm around your waist as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Feel good babe?” his low voice causes a bolt of pleasure to shoot right down to your core. Before you can even respond to him the vibrations in between your legs stop. You whine, Felix looks to you and shrugs, pretending like you weren’t just about to cum right there on the spot.

He pulls you into one of his signature bear hugs, placing a kiss on your head before pulling away to look at you.

“How about we change into our comfy clothes for the night and watch a movie together? Wouldn’t that be fun my love?” he asks as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You can’t deny how amazing of an idea that sounds, it seems as if getting time alone together becomes more and more rare these days.

“Sounds like a plan,” you say, unbuttoning your jeans to trade them for sweatpants. Felix does the same, although you can feel his eyes burning holes into as you change. You blush, even after all the times the two of you have seen each other naked neither of you can deny how god damn attractive the other is.

Once dressed, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the living room.

 “You can pick the movie while I go make some popcorn.” 

You sit down on the couch in front of the TV, grabbing the remote to start scrolling through Netflix. You decide on some stupid looking romcom, seemed like it would be a good choice as you had a feeling you’d hardly be watching it anyways.

 All of the sudden you tense up, feeling the low grumble of the vibrator again. You allow your body to sink into the couch, letting yourself fully enjoy the feeling since Felix isn’t right there to watch you. The sensation continues for another couple of minutes, stopping right before Felix walks into the room with a bowl of popcorn in his hand. He takes in the sight of you, sprawled out on the couch with a disheveled look on your face. He decides not to comment on it, but the smug look on his face and the slight bulge you see through his sweatpants tells you all you need to know.

He sits down next to you, you snuggle up to him, kissing the side of his neck before starting the movie. The two of you stay like that for a bit, taking in the warmth of each other as the movie plays. He hand feeds you popcorn while placing loving kisses to your temple, you feel so at peace, soaking in the moment as much as you can.  The movie plays on for about 30 minutes before the feeling in your panties returns. At this point you had honestly forgotten the toy was even there.

You bury your face into his shoulder, his shirt helps to muffle your moans. He places a hand to the back of your head, cradling you as you lose yourself in pleasure. Your legs start to tremble, you can start to sense that familiar feeling building up inside of you. Felix holds you tight as you get ready to let pleasure take over your body. Then, the feeling you were enjoying so much inside your panties stops, you take a deep breath as you regain your composure.

“Are you still doing okay Love?” Felix smiles at you, not smugly though, pure love and care is behind that smile. You can still see his eyes are filled with darkness and lust, but he still does truly care about you and wants to make sure you’re still having fun. You smile back at him, throwing your arms around him.

“I’m amazing, don’t feel like you have to hold back”.

Felix grabs you, moving you to sit in between his legs on the chaise, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other holding the remote. The two of you have pretty much forgotten about the movie at this point. You lean up to kiss him, he deepens the kiss by parting his mouth, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. The two of you continue your heated exchange for a bit, you can feel his bulge slowly hardening against your lower back. He messes with you by clicking the button on the remote on and off, not letting you feel anything for more than thirty seconds. He suddenly pulls away, deciding to pretend to be interested in the movie.

“Felix…” you whine, wanting more.

He decides to ignore you, but also still gives you exactly what you want. The vibrations return, you can feel the intensity of the toy increasing each second. Your hands shoot between your legs, your legs start to shake. You lean back into Felix, looking up into his eyes as you let moans slip out past your lips.

“Felix...” his name comes out as a whisper, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Then do it, let it all out baby.”

Your body shakes and trembles, you clench your legs together as you work through your orgasm. The heat that’s been building up inside of you all this time  finally releasing. Felix holds you tightly, kissing the top of your head and whispering sweet nothings as you ride out your orgasm. You turn to him, breathless, the vibrating finally stopping. 

He runs his fingers through your hair, pushing it off your face, “How do you feel angel?”

“Amazing.”

“Do you feel up to going into the bedroom?”

You look down, he’s rock hard, you can see the precum leaking through his sweatpants. You let your actions speak for you, turning the movie off and grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

You stop him in front of the bed, quickly getting on your knees in front of him. You loop your fingers around the band of his sweatpants, quickly pulling them down. His cock springs up in your face, the tip pink and glistening with precum. You give him a couple of pumps with your hand before your tongue starts to tease his tip. He immediately throws back his head, deep moans leaving his mouth as his hands pull at your hair. You take as much of him in as you can, using your hand to pump what you can’t fit in. He starts to thrust into your mouth, using you like his own fucktoy. 

Right before he gets too close to cumming he pulls out, as much as he loves oral he definitely wants to feel the real thing tonight. He pulls you up off your knees, planting a passionate kiss onto your lips. He pulls away only to undress you, letting the toy fall out of your panties and onto the floor.

He pushes you up against the bed, your legs hanging off as he stands in between. He aligns himself up with your center, coating his tip with your wetness from your previous orgasm. He looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission, you smile at him and nod. You’d trust Felix with your life, so of course you’d trust him with your body. He places a kiss to your check before slowly thrusting into you, giving you time to adjust before picking up the pace. He quickly builds up speed, his hands holding a firm grip on your hips as your bodies move together.

You glance over to your personal vibrator on the nightstand, Felix’s eyes catching what your looking at. He leans over to grab it, never losing connection with your body. He turns it on and hands in to you, you place it onto your still sensitive clit as he continues to thrust in and out of you. You moan at the feeling of being stretched out by your boyfriend along with the sensation on your clit. Your pussy starts to clench around your his cock without you even realizing.

You can see sweat running down Felix’s forehead, he moans to you. “Are you close my love? I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you say you breathlessly. “Felix, I want you to cum on my stomach,”

That’s all he needed to hear, he gives you a couple more deep thrusts before pulling out, pumping himself as warm cum covers your lower body. The feeling of his cum hitting your skin is all you need to trigger your second orgasm of the night. You press the vibrator tightly to your swollen clit as you ride out your orgasm, this one more intense then the first. Your mind goes completely blank as you scream out your boyfriend’s name, the room feeling as if its spinning. Felix’s hands lovingly rub at your sides to help ground you as he carefully places sweet kisses all along your face.

You both look at each other with post orgasm bliss.

“I love you Felix,” you say so quietly, only he could ever hear it. 

“I love you too Y/N,” an angelic smile appearing on his face. He pulls away from you to grab a tissue, wiping most of the cum off your stomach before he leads you to the bathroom. He starts the shower for you, climbing in with you to help wash off the mess he’s made on you. He grabs the wash cloth and carefully wipes your body down, being mindful of how sensitive you must be. 

The two of you step out of the shower, deciding to brush your teeth and head to bed. After the both of you are settled in bed he reaches over and pulls you close.

“Hey Y/N, you know I love you a lot, right?”

Every time he says that it gives you butterflies. “I know Felix, you know I love you a lot too, right?”

He hums happily, burying his face into your hair. The two of you feel exhaustion quickly taking over your bodies, its not long before you hear quiet snores leave his mouth. You smile, you’re so in love with this man, nothing could be better than falling asleep in his arms. 

While you may not have talked about it that night, you both knew you’d definitely be using your new toy again.

[dekusdarling]

(I’m late. Not too late, but late enough. Sorry.)

“does this place really need to be this bright?” the blonde asked with a sneer, narrowing his eyes at the giant Christmas tree lit up in the dorm room. For a boy with such wealthy parents, you'd think he’d be used to people going above and beyond for Christmas.

he’s not.

“cmon, Bakugo, it’s nice! Doesn’t it look pretty?” Uraraka asked with a grin, clad in a red dress with a fluffy white hem; Santa Claus themed.

“yeah, pretty annoying” he grumbled, earning himself an eye roll, which he took with a quiet snort, scratching at his scar discreetly.

it still hurt. Not physically, that pain had quieted to a dull ache as the war ended, but Katsuki had always been a bit narcissistic. He sniffed a bit, the scent of peppermint tea invading his nostrils, making him more irritated.

“uh, do we really need to put up mistletoe?” A nervous voice rang out, the voice belonging to a certain green haired boy, who stared at the mistletoe Denki was putting up like it was on fire. Denki simply grinned, ignoring Izuku and continuing to put up the mistletoe.

Katsuki sighed, plopping onto the couch and rubbing his temples with a quiet groan.

“hey, Kacchan” a teasing voice rang out, as delicate arms wrapped around him. Y/n, his lover, his friend, his sparring partner, his. His lips quirked up in a small, brief smile before turning down again.

“that’s not my name” he grumbled with a huff, earning himself a brief cheek kiss and a giggle.

“sorry, sorry. Merry Christmas, baby, sugar, honey, sweetie, love, darling, dear-”

“ok, ok, I get it.” He said with a grin, kissing them on the jaw quickly.

mood officially brightened.

“are you gonna open presents or are you gonna sit here like the Grinch?” Y/n asked jokingly, playing with his hair.

“I always liked the Grinch. Never understood why the Whos didn’t just leave him alone.” He joked back, chuckling at their immediate pout, which made him wanna kiss their lips until they were sore. “Kidding, kidding. Why don’t you open yours first, sweet thing?”

Y/n smiled, handing him a gift with Izuku’s name written on the “from” side, the handwriting shaky as if the boy was tired or nervous when writing it; probably both. Y/n themself had a gift in their hands too, a beautifully wrapped one from Momo.

they opened the gifts in silent anticipation, practically cuddled together as Y/n squealed over the manga Momo had picked out specifically for them, and Katsuki pulled out the All Might collector’s edition baseball cap, signed by Toshinori with both “All Might” and his real name.

“little nerd knows how to pick gifts” he grumbled approvingly, pulling on the hat and rolling his eyes at the small squeak of excitement that escaped the green haired boy from across the room, who played it off (or tried to) with a cough.

“you should thank the little nerd” Y/n said with a chuckle, kissing his cheek as he nodded absentmindedly.

“Open my present. The one from me” he demanded, causing them to snicker at his imploring expression. Y/n grabbed the gift so delicately wrapped with Katsuki’s name scrawled out on it, and pulled a gift out from them to him with a sheepish smile.

“it’s not a lot, but I think you’ll like it.” They said nervously, to which he nodded and carefully opened the wrapping.

it was a black box containing a lot. First, a comb from Best Jeanist’s official website. A shirt with Katsuki’s full hero name and stats he found on Etsy some time ago and showed to them. A gift card for a full year of Spotify premium (which was a gift to themselves too, as they shared the account anyways). And a simple gold ring, solid gold with topaz gemstones accenting it; orange like his hero costume, and his favorite color. all the while, Y/n let out a gasp at the gift they got from Katsuki. A watch, a Rolex to be specific, fitted and styled for their body and clothing style, yet keeping to elegance that came with a watch of that kind.

“no, it’s too much. I can’t take this, love. There’s no way my gifts are worth this much!” They exclaimed, but Katsuki ignored that, already slipping off his shirt to yank on the new one, which fit him perfectly.

“you’ll take it, and you’ll take it with a smile, sugar. It’s for you.” He said with a smirk, chuckling as they pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheeks fervently.

this was a pretty great Christmas, to be fair.

it got better when it ended and the class had started to wind down for the evening, Katsuki walking Y/n to their room, always the gentleman. When he stopped at their door, they grinned and pointed upward. Ah, yes.

a green snap of mistletoe hung above her door, a tag that read “from Denki. MERRY CHRISTMAS BAKUGO.” protruding from the plant.

he groaned, leaning in expectantly, pretending not to enjoy the moment, anticipating their lips pressing in a brief kiss.

this kiss was not brief.

this kiss was a flame of need, silent proof that y/n had been holding out on Katsuki.

they kissed him silly, biting his bottom lip and their lips never once left his for a full minute, before they broke apart.

“well. Goodnight, Katsuki” they said, brushing off their outfit with a breathless sigh and slipping into their room.

cue Katsuki: 【*ﾟдﾟ*】

“oh no you don’t…” he growled, slipping into their room with a grin, shutting the door behind him.

that sure as hell was a Merry Christmas

[zappedbyzabka]

i don’t know why but that last picture you posted makes me think of ex!pageant johnny who did beauty pageants when he was a kid/teenager (maybe because of his mom? or because of sid?) and now is super disillusioned with them and kind of doesn’t want to talk about them UNTIL he has to because (maybe) sam? gets into the idea of winning the valley pageant (probably to maybe make a statement about it and johnny kind of is into that idea too) and he starts training her for it and anyway this is my long way of saying i think daniel should witness johnny doing pageant training and lose his mind

- landslided

So, I don’t know if any of you have seen Insatiable but that is what popped up in my mind

It’s about a girl (Debby Ryan) who used to be a big girl and lost weight after surgery (I think) and becomes “hot”. Her lawyer was an ex pageant coach who shows her how to do everything.

(Spoiler) he was lifelong rivals with this one dude for in the show before it was revealed the rival had secretly been in love with him the whole time and they make out in a bathroom BUT I do not care for an AU of this because I much prefer Johnny being an ex pageant queen beauty who helps his non-blood daughter and they bond (instead of everything Patty does to her coach YIKES.)

Johnny shows her everything he can remember—including the tips he got from the beauty queens around him despite not having the opportunity to use most of said tips.

Dark lipstick makes your teeth look whiter. Double sided tape and safety pins are your best friend. Don’t forget your rollers. The higher the heel the longer the leg but the harder it is to have the perfect walk.

One foot in front of the other, good posture, delicate hands, big smile for the judges.

It’s all a performance that you have to be great at or you have no chance at winning.

He usually wore suits as what was expected of him, sometimes themed outfits depending. He would have liked to get to wear all the pretty dresses the girls wore to see if he’d win that competition too. He is, after all, extremely competitive.

He put on some high heels to be silly once when he was cozying up to the judges before the pageant began and got told it was a shame he wasn’t a girl because otherwise he would have been snatched up by a big agency with those perfect visuals.

It pissed him off that he couldn’t do everything.

The creeps that ran the pageants and the annoyance of guys at school teasing him for his forced girly hobby had him bitter and over all of it. The sashes and dainty trophies fit beautifully next to his All-Valley trophy, but had to go. (he couldn’t bring himself to throw them away. It’d be like throwing away his accomplishments. They’re somewhere buried in a box.)

But when Sam brought it up, Johnny jumped to offer his help—cutting off Daniel’s pondering over where they’d find a coach.

Sure, Johnny had to explain to about 4 adults and 12 or so kids that he was in beauty pageants but it only dampened his excitement a little.

Daniel was…really interested in watching him demonstrate for Sam. Really interested—enamored.

He can’t believe Johnny knows nothing about makeup! No wonder his hair was always styled.

Poor Sam had to learn to strut in a room filled with tension between her dad and coach so thick you could cook it in the microwave

Johnny was all “Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel” in his mind and Sam rolled her eyes so many times they hurt.

Watching Sam thrive and use her beauty to her advantage was a gift for Johnny. He knows she’s had trouble with people not taking her seriously for it and it genuinely made his heart ache with understanding -he’s also had issues his looks. ‘Pretty boy’ always seemed to be a way of pushing him down.

They don’t let her karate skills go to waste. There are so many things she could do as a talent that it was hard to pick, but they settled for the ice chopping that she knew would make her father happy as a surprise. (idk if they would actually allow that, but that would never stop Johnny or her lol.)

cough cough catch Daniel smitten with the man that helped his daughter and kissing him in the dressing rooms after she wins. Anyone that makes his little girl that proud of herself is a goodie in his book. And MAYBE Johnny had been feeding Sam advice on how to get the angry blond girl so very similar to him and Sam’s ALSO kissed silly in a dressing room until Tory’s face is stained with all her makeup.