#them refusing to give older stuff a try

[setzappersto-pew]

I think the people who say "I don't like Star Wars" as their excuse assume they will understand nothing, no jokes or plot or characters or anything, so they don't even bother watching...even though StarKid's previous parodies poked fun at the source material while ALSO just having great solid jokes and writing. OR they don't examine why they don't like Star Wars to make their own judgment about if they might like a parody. Do they not like sci-fi? (Then why do they like Starship?) Do they think Star Wars is for kids? (Then why do they like Twisted or AVPM?) Do they think the movies are cheesy? (Have they seen the 1960s Batman TV show, and if so, why do they like HMB?) Their excuses just don't add up.

I made a post on here once asking if non-Star Wars fans still enjoyed what Ani had to offer despite not getting jokes, and the few responses boiled down to them understanding they were missing some references (which are obscure ON PURPOSE because they're making fun of the fandom and being very meta) but still having a good time. This helped me understand what I, a Star Wars fan, might take for granted. And yet, these responses were so far from the general consensus, it made me feel like I was still missing something. Like, what are they seeing or assuming that I'm not picking up on that makes them dislike Ani so much?

The people who complain about the actors not singing...I think need to expand their horizons. I looked up a definition of "musical theatre" just for this, and the only stipulations for a piece of theatre to be musical theatre are "songs, spoken dialogue, acting, and dance". The actors do not have to be the ones singing. But guess what checks all the marks anyway?? Do these people only exclusively watch musical theatre and Disney movies? So anything else is an absolute no for them?

A side note: Ani is also not really a parody in a traditional sense. Parodies like AVPM or Twisted (or Wicked, for that matter) or Solve-It Squad or even Stranger Sings (a Stranger Things parody Jaime Lyn was in) take characters, story beats, tropes, etc. and mash them together or twist them in some way (like Solve-It Squad is Scooby Doo but not really...the source characters are just basic archetypes from a simple 1960s cartoon) to tell the same story from a different angle or abbreviated, all while poking fun at the source material or even the fanbase if it gets a little meta. Ani...doesn't do that really. It's Star Wars characters in the world of Star Wars breaking the fourth wall cause they know they're "in Star Wars", but none of the plot has ever actually happened. Nick describes it as a parody of sports movies like Rocky, and it follows THOSE types of story beats...but using Star Wars characters and the setting. It feels like the characters are the ones putting on a parody show, and they don't sing because the music in Rocky is just background music (hence the band singing 80's rock-style tunes on stage). It feels more like how Animaniacs does parody: the Animaniacs characters are portraying the roles and playing out the story beats in a silly way to poke fun at the source material. And I think people just don't...get it.

My long-winded point: you're allowed to not like something, and your reasons are your own. But don't be a hater just to be a hater or because someone told you to or because you don't even want to try. I don't like horror, but I live and breath for Hatchetfield! What's the difference here? Ani is a great show if you just give it a chance! I promise the jokes are NOT too reliant on prior knowledge!

tbh I get kind of annoyed when people say they didn't like Ani (or haven't even given it a chance) because they never saw or disliked star wars, because I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who doesn't care for Batman outside of HMB, or for the Oregon Trail game, or (most of us) who have come to despise Harry Potter, but all of those musicals have still gotten so much love. don't get me wrong, it's okay if Ani isn't your thing, but to just say 'yeah I'm not interested in Star Wars' feels a bit weird to me. because really the only criticism I ever see about the show is that people didn't get the jokes because they didn't know Star Wars (and I can go on a whole different rant about that because the STAR WARS-star wars jokes are like 5-10% of the comedy), or that it felt weird to not have the actors singing on stage. I have never seen people criticise the story or characters or anything, so to ignore the whole 2 hour parody show because you aren't interested in the source material feels kind of superficial

also this isn't an invitation to bash Ani in the notes. you can have your reasons to dislike it but if you feel the need to share them you can make your own post.

[insipid-drivel]

Horses: Since There Seems To Be A Knowledge Gap

I'm going to go ahead and preface this with: I comment pretty regularly on clips and photos featuring horses and horseback riding, often answering questions or providing explanations for how or why certain things are done. I was a stable hand and barrel racer growing up, and during my 11 year tenure on tumblr, Professional Horse Commentary is a very niche, yet very necessary, subject that needs filling. Here are some of the literary and creative gaps I've noticed in well meaning (and very good!) creators trying to portray horses and riding realistically that... well, most of you don't seem to even be aware of, because you wouldn't know unless you worked with horses directly!

Some Of The Most Common Horse + Riding Mistakes I See:

-Anybody can ride any horse if you hold on tight enough/have ridden once before.

Nope. No, no, no, no, aaaaaaaand, no. Horseback riding has, historically, been treated as a life skill taught from surprisingly young ages. It wasn't unusual in the pre-vehicular eras to start teaching children as young as 4 to begin to ride, because horses don't come with airbags, and every horse is different. For most adults, it can take months or years of regular lessons to learn to ride well in the saddle, and that's just riding; not working or practicing a sport.

Furthermore, horses often reject riders they don't know. Unless a horse has been trained like a teaching horse, which is taught to tolerate riders of all skill and experience levels, it will take extreme issue with having some random person try to climb on their back. Royalty, nobility, and the knighted classes are commonly associated with the "having a favorite special horse" trope, because it's true! Just like you can have a particularly special bond with a pet or service animal that verges on parental, the same can apply with horses. Happy horses love their owners/riders, and will straight-up do their best to murder anyone that tries to ride them without permission.

-Horses are stupid/have no personality.

There isn't a more dangerous assumption to make than assuming a horse is stupid. Every horse has a unique personality, with traits that can be consistent between breeds (again, like cat and dog breeds often have distinct behavior traits associated with them), but those traits manifest differently from animal to animal.

My mother had an Arabian horse, Zipper, that hated being kicked as a signal to gallop. One day, her mom and stepdad had a particularly unpleasant visitor; an older gentleman that insisted on riding Zipper, but refused to listen to my mother's warnings never to kick him. "Kicking" constitutes hitting the horse's side(s) with your heels, whether you have spurs on or not. Most horses only need a gentle squeeze to know what you want them to do.

Anyway, Zipper made eye-contact with my mom, asking for permission. He understood what she meant when she nodded at him. He proceeded to give this asshole of a rider road rash on the side of the paddock fence and sent him to the emergency room. He wouldn't have done it if he didn't have the permission from the rider he respected, and was intelligent enough to ask, "mind if I teach this guy a lesson?" with his eyes, and understand, "Go for it, buddy," from my mom in return.

-Riding bareback is possible to do if you hold onto the horse's mane really tight.

Riding a horse bareback (with no saddle, stirrups, or traditional harness around the horse's head) is unbelievably difficult to learn, particularly have testicles and value keeping them. Even professional riders and equestrians find ourselves relying on tack (the stuff you put on a horse to ride it) to stay stable on our horses, even if we've been riding that particular horse for years and have a very positive, trusting relationship.

Horses sweat like people do. The more they run, the more their hair saturates with sweat and makes staying seated on them slippery. Hell, an overworked horse can sweat so heavily that the saddle slips off its back. It's also essential to brush and bathe a horse before it's ridden in order to keep it healthier, so their hair is often quite slick from either being very clean or very damp. In order to ride like that, you have to develop the ability to synchronize your entire body's rhythm's with the rhythm of the horse's body beneath you, and quite literally move as one. Without stirrups, most people can't do it, and some people can never master bareback riding no matter how many years they spend trying to learn.

-You can be distracted and make casual conversation while a horse is standing untethered in the middle of a barn or field.

At every barn I've ever worked at, it's been standard practice with every single horse, regardless of age or temperament, to secure their heads while they're being tacked up or tacked down. The secures for doing this are simple ropes with clips that are designed to attach to the horse's halter (the headwear for a horse that isn't being ridden; they have no bit that goes in the horse's mouth, and no reins for a rider to hold) on metal O rings on either side of the horse's head. This is not distressing to the horse, because we give them plenty of slack to turn their heads and look around comfortably.

The problem with trying to tack up an unrestrained horse while chatting with fellow stable hands or riders is that horses know when you're distracted! And they often try to get away with stuff when they know you're not looking! In a barn, a horse often knows where the food is stored, and will often try to tiptoe off to sneak into the feed room.

Horses that get into the feed room are often at a high risk of dying. While extremely intelligent, they don't have the ability to throw up, and they don't have the ability to tell that their stomach is full and should stop eating. Allowing a horse into a feed/grain room WILL allow it to eat itself to death.

Other common woes stable hands and riders deal with when trying to handle a horse with an unrestrained head is getting bitten! Horses express affection between members of their own herd, and those they consider friends and family, through nibbling and surprisingly rough biting. It's not called "horseplay" for nothing, because during my years working with horses out in the pasture, it wasn't uncommon at all for me to find individuals with bloody bite marks on their withers (that high part on the middle of the back of their shoulders most people instinctively reach for when they try to get up), and on their backsides. I've been love-bitten by horses before, and while flattering, they hurt like hell on fleshy human skin.

So, for the safety of the horse, and everybody else, always make a show of somehow controlling the animal's head when hands-on and on the ground with them.

-Big Horse = War Horse

Startlingly, the opposite is usually the case! Draft and carriage horses, like Percherons and Friesians, were never meant to be used in warfare. Draft horses are usually bred to be extremely even-tempered, hard to spook, and trustworthy around small children and animals. Historically, they're the tractors of the farm if you could afford to upgrade from oxen, and were never built to be fast or agile in a battlefield situation.

More importantly, just because a horse is imposing and huge doesn't make it a good candidate for carrying heavy weights. A real thing that I had to be part of enforcing when I worked at a teaching ranch was a weight limit. Yeah, it felt shitty to tell people they couldn't ride because we didn't have any horses strong enough to carry them due to their weight, but it's a matter of the animal's safety. A big/tall/chonky horse is more likely to be built to pull heavy loads, but not carry them flat on their spines. Horses' muscular power is predominantly in their ability to run and pull things, and too heavy a rider can literally break a horse's spine and force us to euthanize it.

Some of the best war horses out there are from the "hot blood" family. Hot blooded horses are often from dry, hot, arid climates, are very small and slight (such as Arabian horses), and are notoriously fickle and flighty. They're also a lot more likely to paw/bite/kick when spooked, and have even sometimes been historically trained to fight alongside their rider if their rider is dismounted in combat; kicking and rearing to keep other soldiers at a distance.

-Any horse can be ridden if it likes you enough.

Just like it can take a lifetime to learn to ride easily, it can take a lifetime of training for a horse to comfortably take to being ridden or taking part in a job, like pulling a carriage. Much like service animals, horses are typically trained from extremely young ages to be reared into the job that's given to them, and an adult horse with no experience carrying a rider is going to be just as scared as a rider who's never actually ridden a horse.

Just as well, the process of tacking up a horse isn't always the most comfortable experience for the horse. To keep the saddle centered on the horse's back when moving at rough or fast paces, it's essential to tighten the belly strap (cinch) of the saddle as tightly as possible around the horse's belly. For the horse, it's like wearing a tight corset, chafes, and even leaves indents in their skin afterward that they love having rinsed with water and scratched. Some horses will learn to inflate their bellies while you're tightening the cinch so you can't get it as tight as it needs to be, and then exhale when they think you're done tightening it.

When you're working with a horse wearing a bridle, especially one with a bit, it can be a shocking sensory experience to a horse that's never used a bit before. While they lack a set of teeth naturally, so the bit doesn't actually hurt them, imagine having a metal rod shoved in your mouth horizontally! Unless you understand why it's important for the person you care about not dying, you'd be pretty pissed about having to keep it in there!

-Horseback riding isn't exercise.

If you're not using every muscle in your body to ride with, you're not doing it right.

Riding requires every ounce of muscle control you have in your entire body - although this doesn't mean it wasn't realistic for people with fat bodies to stay their weight while also being avid riders; it doesn't mean the muscles aren't there. To stay on the horse, you need to learn how it feels when it moves at different gaits (walk, trot, canter, gallop), how to instruct it to switch leads (dominant legs; essential for precise turning and ease of communication between you and the horse), and not falling off. While good riders look like they're barely moving at all, that's only because they're good riders. They know how to move so seamlessly with the horse, feeling their movements like their own, that they can compensate with their legs and waists to not bounce out of the saddle altogether or slide off to one side. I guarantee if you ride a horse longer than 30 minutes for the first time, your legs alone will barely work and feel like rubber.

-Horses aren't affectionate.

Horses are extraordinarily affectionate toward the right people. As prey animals, they're usually wary of people they don't know, or have only recently met. They also - again, like service animals - have a "work mode" and a "casual mode" depending upon what they're doing at the time. Horses will give kisses like puppies, wiggle their upper lips on your hair/arms to groom you, lean into neck-hugs, and even cuddle in their pasture or stall if it's time to nap and you join them by leaning against their sides. If they see you coming up from afar and are excited to see you, they'll whinny and squeal while galloping to meet you at the gate. They'll deliberately swat you with their tails to tease you, and will often follow you around the pasture if they're allowed to regardless of what you're up to.

-Riding crops are cruel.

Only cruel people use riding crops to hurt their horses. Spurs? I personally object to, because any horse that knows you well doesn't need something sharp jabbing them in the side for emphasis when you're trying to tell them where you want them to go. Crops? Are genuinely harmless tools used for signalling a horse.

I mean, think about it. Why would crops be inherently cruel instruments if you need to trust a horse not to be afraid of you and throw you off when you're riding it?

Crops are best used just to lightly tap on the left or right flank of the horse, and aren't universally used with all forms of riding. You'll mainly see crops used with English riding, and they're just tools for communicating with the horse without needing to speak.

-There's only one way to ride a horse.

Not. At. All. At most teaching ranches, you'll get two options: Western, or English, because they tend to be the most popular for shows and also the most common to find equipment for. English riding uses a thinner, smaller saddle, narrower stirrups, and much thinner bridles. I, personally, didn't like English style riding because I never felt very stable in such a thin saddle with such small stirrups, and didn't start learning until my mid teens. English style riding tends to focus more on your posture and deportment in the saddle, and your ability to show off your stability and apparent immovability on the horse. It was generally just a bit too stiff and formal for me.

Western style riding utilizes heavier bridles, bigger saddles (with the iconic horn on the front), and broader stirrups. Like its name may suggest, Western riding is more about figuring out how to be steady in the saddle while going fast and being mobile with your upper body. Western style riding is generally the style preferred for working-type shows, such as horseback archery, gunning, barrel racing, and even rodeo riding.

-Wealthy horse owners have no relationship with their horses.

This is loosely untrue, but I've seen cases where it is. Basically, horses need to feel like they're working for someone that matters to them in order to behave well with a rider and not get impatient or bored. While it's common for people to board horses at off-property ranches (boarding ranches) for cost and space purposes, it's been historically the truth that having help is usually necessary with horses at some point. What matters is who spends the most time with the animal treating it like a living being, rather than a mode of transport or a tool. There's no harm in stable hands handling the daily upkeep; hay bales and water buckets are heavy, and we're there to profit off the labor you don't want or have the time to do. You get up early to go to work; we get up early to look after your horses. Good owners/boarders visit often and spend as much of their spare time as they can with spending quality work and playtime with their horses. Otherwise, the horses look to the stable hands for emotional support and care.

So, maybe you're writing a knight that doesn't really care much for looking after his horse, but his squire is really dedicated to keeping up with it? There's a better chance of the horse having a more affectionate relationship with the squire thanks to the time the squire spends on looking after it, while the horse is more likely to tolerate the knight that owns it as being a source of discipline if it misbehaves. That doesn't mean the knight is its favorite person. When it comes to horses, their love must be earned, and you can only earn it by spending time with them hands-on.

-Horses can graze anywhere without concern.

This is a mistake that results in a lot of premature deaths! A big part of the cost of owning a horse - even before you buy one - is having the property that will be its pasture assessed for poisonous plants, and having those plants removed from being within the animal's reach. This is an essential part of farm upkeep every year, because horses really can't tell what's toxic and what isn't. One of the reasons it's essential to secure a horse when you aren't riding it is to ensure it only has a very limited range to graze on, and it's your responsibility as the owner/rider to know how to identify dangerous plants and keep your horses away from them.

There's probably more. AMA in my askbox if you have any questions, but that's all for now. Happy writing.

[waterdeepwife]

The Companions with a Tav! Who sleeps with a stuffed animal.

Contains: Gale, Astarion, and, Wyll

Warnings: Established relationships, I kinda did a mix of writing and headcanons, typos probably, I think that’s all? Pretty fluffy!

A/n: sorry I’m not as active as I’d like to be college is a bitch.

Gale

You and Gale’s relationship was only growing stronger and deeper with love, so you decided to move into his tent with him(after her asked with puppy eyes). Of course you brought some of your things with you, which also meant you brought your childhood stuffed animal with you. A teddy bear that was gifted to you from your mother when you were born. As your lover was helping you set up some of your stuff both inside and outside the tent, you carefully sat the bear down at the head of the bedrolls which Gale immediately noticed.

“Ah! Who is this esteemed gentleman?”

The wizard questioned warmly, going to sit on his knees in front of the bear. His gaze shifting between you and the childhood stuffed animal. You explain the bears name and significance as Gale carefully examined your stuffed companion. He nodded a long with a smile, sitting the ever down and giving him a gentle pat on the head.

Gale loves the teddy bear and has no problem sharing a bed with the stuffy. You can cuddle the bear and he will cuddle you from behind, or whatever position yall end up in.

He will also look after the bear for you when you are away. He knows the bear is very important to you and you’d be devastated if anything happened to it. Gale has held it on his lap while he is reading, keeping his book lower like the stuffed animal is also reading with him. Lol.

You could walk up to him and hand him the stuffed animal and he just takes it like it’s nothing while talking. If somebody questions it he’s like “Oh this? This is (teddy bear name), anyway-“

The others joke that the bear has become your child.

He talks to the bear when he’s alone with it.

Astarion

“Darling, what is that?!”

The vampire scoffs dramatically, his eyes narrowing as he just noticed bunny plushie sitting on your shared bed at the inn the party was currently staying at. There stuffed animal is old, that much he can tell. It’s black, beady eyes staring into his, and for some reason he feels threatened. Astarion refuses to break eye contact with the rabbit as you explain, it was an heirloom from your grandmother who passed away. He finally tears his eyes away from the toy, lips pulled back in mock disgust.

“Does it have to sleep in the bed with us!?”

You shoot him a half hearted glare, which quickly shuts him up. But the second you turn you back to him and the bunny, he gives it a small smile. It’s kinda cute.

Keeps up the charade of him hating the stuffed animal as long as he can, but it doesn’t take long for you to figure it out. Which he begrudgingly admits he’s grown found of the stuffed creature.

Though Astarion will glade at it if you cuddle the bunny more than him, and has hid it from you to try and get your attention.

If anyone or anything happens to your bunny, he may or may not try to kill whoever is responsible. You don’t mess with his partner’s bunny!

Wyll

The party had stopped at an inn for the night and of course, you bunked up with your lover. As you both were unpacking, you placed a rather old, but cuddly frog, who wore a crown on its head. Wyll was immediately smitten and sat on the bed, gently tracing his fingers along the stuffed animal’s arm.

“Needed to find yourself another prince did you?”

The young man asks with a chuckle, pointing to the crown your fluffy companion wore. You turned to look at them both a sweet smile, joining Wyll on the bed as a few giggles escaped your lips. You explained how the frog was a gift from your older sister, since you had loved the story The Frog Prince as a child. Which then lead to your handsome prince retelling the story of the frog prince to you, since he to loved fairy tales.

Wyll has definitely made your frog plushie talk to you, he even makes his voice sound different. He will do anything to see you smile or hear your laugh.

He always makes sure the stuffed animal is account for and safe, if you accidentally forget him somewhere. Wyll would turn around and run back to go get him, then joke about how froggy hopped off own his own adventure.

You cuddle the plushie and he cuddles you, and he is beyond happy with this arrangement.

[universefcb]

HIII i love all you’re stories and i’m so happy you wrote that one about lamine but i was wondering if you could write another one where his little brother loves the reader and lamine gets a little jealous because his brother keeps clinging to the reader and stuff and it’s mostly just fluff and funny moments you don’t have to but if you could that would be amazing thank you for you’re time❤️❤️❤️

Little rival

Pairing: Lamine Yamal X gf!reader

Summary: You are Lamine's girlfriend, but his younger brother really likes you.

Warning: Just Lamine being a cute and jealous boyfriend<3

Author's note: THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

It was supposed to be just another quiet afternoon at the Yamal house. The reader was sitting on the living room couch, laughing while watching cartoons with Keyne, Lamine's little brother, who was basically glued to her as if they had been best friends forever.

“Do you want more juice, sweetie?” she asked affectionately, running her hand over the boy’s head.

“I want it! Apple!” he replied, his eyes shining.

Lamine, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, watched the scene with a crooked smile. It was cute, sure. But it was also kind of annoying. Ever since the reader had started showing up more often at the house, Keyne seemed to have completely forgotten that he, Lamine, was her older brother and boyfriend. Now, she belonged to Keyne—or at least that’s what the little boy thought.

“And you’re not even going to give me a kiss hello?” Lamine asked, an eyebrow raised.

The reader looked at him over her shoulder, laughing.

“Oh, sorry, love. I was kidnapped by a very affectionate mini Yamal,” she joked, stretching out her arms towards him.

Lamine came closer, and when he bent down to kiss her, Keyne made a loud sound of protest and pushed his brother's face away with his little hand.

“She’s my girlfriend!” he complained, sulking.

“Your what?” Lamine’s eyes widened, laughing nervously. “Hey, calm down, shorty. This is MY girlfriend, you hear?”

“You have the ball. I have it.” Keyne crossed his arms with a gigantic pout.

The reader burst out laughing, and Lamine threw his head back, as if he were losing to his greatest rival in life: a 5-year-old boy with brilliant arguments.

Later, while playing a board game, Keyne refused to sit far from the reader. He would sit on her lap, hold her hand while he played, and even make her hold his water.

“This is emotional sabotage,” Lamine muttered to her, his eyes narrowed as he watched his brother take a small piece of biscuit from her hand.

“Don’t be dramatic, Lam. He loves you too,” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter.

“He wants to steal my wife!” he whispered back, scandalized.

At the end of the night, when Keyne finally fell asleep on the reader's lap, clinging to her arm, Lamine carefully approached and sat down next to them. He looked at the scene with a smile that was half defeated, but completely enchanted.

“I officially lost to a brat,” he said quietly.

She laughed, leaning against his shoulder affectionately.

“Never. But I guess you’ll have to share me… at least until he grows up.”

“Great,” Lamine snorted. “Then I want more kisses when he’s not looking. That much, at least.”

"Done."

And with that, he stole a quick kiss, before Keyne opened his eye and screamed "NO!", as if he were protecting his queen from the dragons — or, in this case, the jealous older brother.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @nngkay @meganesanchez @merinottt @htpssgavi @luvvpedri @moonvr @joaosnovia @httpsdana @ilovebarcaaaa @p4uul0vr @pedricando

[entomolog-t]

Thinkin' bout pets and G/t.

Tinys with springtails in tiny little enclosures like how human's keep spiders.

Tinys with spiders having the equivalent of cat people vs dog people discourse with web trapping spiders vs active hunting spiders like

A: "Web spiders are boring! All they do is sit in their web all day! You can't even teach them tricks!!"

B: "THATS THE POINT!! Why would I want a spider that jumps up on me when I get home?? Constantly begging for my food??? They're just so in your face!!"

Tinys taking care of a small mammal like a rat or mouse when its little and then it growing up to be bigger than them??? Seeing their giant friend interact with their rat it a way that just seems absolutely baffling? Like the equivalent of a hand held farm animal.

TINYS WHO BEFRIEND THE HUMAN HOUSEHOLD PET WHEN THEY'RE JUST A PUPPY/KITTEN??? Like doing it to be safe when the animal gets older but accidentally end up being the pets favorite person?? The human just confused why their pet keeps crying at the wall. Maybe they think their house is haunted.

Cats who treat tiny's like kittens??? GROOMING THEM??? Constantly trying to take them back to their bed because they're too little to be wandering around just yet.

Hunting dogs with 'soft mouths' carefully picking up a tiny instead of their ball, much to the horror of the tiny as well as the giant who just got handed something alive and squirming.

Dogs who hear the tinys getting food at night at sit there and beg until the tiny throws them something.

A borrower who realizes the dog listens to hand signals and is floored by this massive creature just being obedient to them

A parrot who keeps repeating stuff it can hear from borrowers in the walls, freaking out both the human and the tinys.

OR OR OR The human's pet guarding the tiny from another person (or them???) afraid someone's going to hurt the little person that gives them snacks??

Even more angsty?? A pet refusing to leave in a house fire, frantically scratching at the wall trying to get to the tiny ??? An absolutely insane first meeting idea...

Anyways. Sizey interactions with pets are super fun and I want more.

[vansyoungergf]

his little sister pt 1.

summery: supposedly coach ben started the cabin fire and then disappeared after a fight with his little sister. left alone to deal with the repercussions of her older brother’s actions you’re left with the guilt of your final words to him…but what happens if he’s not really dead ???

warning: slight use of y/n (not much at all), this will mainly focus on reader dealing with everything ben related with a side of taivan relationship !!

requests: open // word count: 1.4k

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“THERES A FIRE” someone shouted waking the girls “EVERYONE GET OUT” another shout followed. everyone was up, running every direction while screaming trying to grab as much of their stuff as they could. everyone slightly disoriented from being half asleep.

you were running around the cabin, slipping your sneakers on and grabbing your suitcase you never unpacked and rushing out the door. you could barely see straight between the smoke from the fire and being half asleep you’re lucky you didn’t fall on your face in the chaos.

you make it outside seeing a few girls already there and more running out behind you. the more you wake up the more aware you are of the situation. you start to look around for your older brother and he’s not here.

“where’s ben????” you shouted, freaking out running around between the girls hoping he appears in front of you.

“WHERES MY FUCKING BROTHER” you shouted at the girls who start to look around to see where he is but he’s no where to be seen. the only other place you think he could be is inside.

you take off running but hands start to pull you back.

“y/n you can’t” someone pleads with you. almost begging you to not go inside.

your struggling against everyone else. trying to get inside. trying to get to your brother. your only family left. please he can’t be gone too. not after everything you’ve done to survive. you can’t loose your brother.

you’re crying and screaming. begging the girls to let you go. screaming your brothers name. why won’t he answer you. he’s alive you know it why won’t he respond.

the last time you spoke to him you were fighting. he wasn’t doing anything around camp and the girls were starting to give you sideways looks every time he refused to help.

you’re blood curdling screams could be heard more then anything else. screaming like it’ll make your brother appear in front of you. you’re on your knees. sobbing and begging them to let go of you. begging them to let you get to your brother.

you look behind you to see tai and van being the ones holding you back. you struggle in their hold eventually having to give up and just sob. the cabin is fully ablaze at this point no one able to get in or out. the roof falling in on itself.

your brother. your only family. dead. you turn slightly and sob into taissa who just holds you as you scream and cry. you stay like that for what seems like hours. clinging onto the two girls like your life depending on it, and maybe it did in the moment. allowing them to whisper soothing words into your ear and hold you. eventually passing out in exhaustion and sadness.

<fast forward to around the time season 3 begins>

“i have one leg what do you want me to do??” ben huffed, annoyed to even be having this conversation.

“SOMETHING. anything. help with dinners, do the laundry, just something. the girls are getting mad that you aren’t helping. you’re the oldest one here and acting like a baby.” you hated having this conversation. you always just have to repeat yourself to him and nothing changes.

“if you want to pretend like this is normal go ahead, i’m not going to stop you. but i’m not going to feed into whatever delusional world you are all living in” ben retorted

“you’re the only one being delusional. the rest of us are just trying to survive.” you said, getting angry at this point for your brother not understanding

“i’ll survive without eating people thank you for your concern. i don’t want to be apart of this. i don’t understand how you do.” ben said, almost like he was judging you

“im doing what it takes to survive. i wanna make it home just like you do”

“do you??? make it home to what? our parents are gone. our family is gone. i’m all you have, you wanna go back to the real world for who ? who’s waiting on you’re return…no one. at least paul is waiting for me.” he said angrily, his words stabbing you through the chest.

you physically recoil from him, tears filling your eyes as you look at the person you thought was your brother. since being out he’s he’s changed a lot. he’s not who he was but i guess no ones the same. he’s become mean and distant. he’s no longer the brother that took you in when you were 12 when your parents died. he’s someone you don’t even want to know.

“i hate you.” you said, tears starting to fall as you walked back into the cabin leaving him alone.

you shoot up from your sleep, tears already streaming down your face as you dream about the last time you spoke to your brother. that’s all you can think about now. it’s consuming you’re entire being you can’t even escape it while asleep.

tai and van are quick to be by your side.

“it’s okay” tai whispers

“we’ve got you” van whispers

they are quick to give comforting words to you. holding you close in between them. these two girls being the only thing that could ever remotely calm you down. vans arms are wrapped around your waist as tai has your head leaning on her shoulder.

taissa, van, and you were always close. having been the first one to know about the relationship between the two. you grew up next door to taissa, just 6 months younger. you were attached at the hip since you could remember.

you always admired her, she was strong and smart. one of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen. taissa was your first ever crush. it almost shattered your heart when one day she came crashing into your room back in the beginning of junior year telling you how her and van kissed under the bleachers.

it would have really shattered your heart but van was so perfect it just didn’t. they made sense together, matching eachother very well you couldn’t even be mad. so the once duo became a trio but they never made you feel like a 3rd wheel. always including you and inviting you out with them, made sure you got in the car with them when they left parties, checking in on you during soccer practice.

over time your feelings for tai turned into feelings for both her and van. a secret well kept for over a year but then the plane crash happened and your other friends started dying and you couldn’t risk something happening to one of you 3 and them not knowing how you felt.

what surprised you though is that they are the ones who you pulled you aside and confessed to you first. they’ve stayed by your side since the beginning but now that ben was gone they’ve become even more protective over you.

“it’s alright baby.” taissa hushed into your ear.

“another nightmare ?” van questioned in which you just nod your head to drained to speak. that’s how you feel most of these days. drained. tired. you drifted off to sleep surrounded by your girlfriend’s warmth.

the sun was beaming when you decided to finally leave your hut. the girls scattered around camp doing various tasks. tai was chopping wood while van gawked. you joined the redhead on the plane seats to watch your other girlfriend in her tank top and shorts being all strong.

“you guys could i don’t know help” taissa said staring at the two of you. motioning to the big pile of logs left uncut

you and van made eye contact with eachother with slight smiles on your faces.

“i would but the view from here is just too good” van said followed by a whistle.

“i gotta agree tai. i think im pretty set just sitting here” you got more comfortable in your seat by laying your legs in vans lap.

tai just rolled her eyes and went back to chopping while you and van relaxed together but was quickly cut short by commotion coming from the other side of camp.

“ITS MARI” someone shouted and your head whipped around.

in front of you stood an extremely bloody mari who could barely even stand up straight. she hobbled over to the table with help from lottie. questions came at her every direction asking where she was, what happened, why is she covered in blood.

“it’s ben” mari finally stated. every head turned toward where you were now standing. as the terrible thoughts started to flood in. the only thing you think mari could possibly say right now is that she found ben’s body. what you did not expect was.

“coach ben is alive.” mari said staring right at you. before you could even process what was just said a commotion breaks out between the girls.

[yurozo]

resident evil headcanons (restaurant au)

characters: leon, chris, jill, claire, rebecca, ada, luis, carlos, wesker. a/n: this was created as a joke between me and my friends that completely spiralled out of control. maybe the stupidest au i've ever created. wesker and friends hit me up if you wanna use this warnings: vulgar language. sorry, i'm canadian, we swear a lot here.

chris redfield (bartender): he's one of the first hires, and has been working as the head bartender forever. he absolutely loves to lowkey trauma dump on customers unknowingly, only to shake the mixer after just to avoid the awkward silence. the owner has had to move the tv's out of the way of the bar because chris will only look at the screen and fuck up every single drink during a big game. refuses leon everytime he tries to come up to the bar for drinks. he knows when it's him, leon always tries to input it in the system as a customer order for a table that isn't occupied, but he always orders his whiskey in a very specific way that outs him. chris will pour it out in front of him to make a point. he eventually had to make a memo about not letting leon take drinks from the bar anymore. to customers, he is every older woman's wet dream. he knows that flexing his biceps will rake him in more tips, so he does it often. also does it when women are being hit on by creepy men to scare them away. the night that he wears tight turtlenecks are his big paycheck days. chris will never admit that he likes when people squeeze his arms. chris is the guy that everyone has a crush on when they first start working there, it's basically an initiation rite at this point. he's the friendliest one of the bunch and gives wholesome big bro vibes and it makes him absolutely irresistible to new hires. (x reader) if you're working alongside chris in the bar, prepare to constantly run into him. he's a massive guy, and maneuvering around a little bar with that hunk is near impossible without a couple collisions. after a while, he's learned to put a gentle hand on your back whenever he has to move behind you, all for the sake of "workplace safety". he loves to sneak food from the kitchen and share it with you, but this man eats like a horse. like the chefs are genuinely surprised on how much food this man can physically fit inside his body, but he will always leave a portion for you. it takes him a long time to make a move because he's afraid of ruining your friendship and workplace relationship. leon kennedy (server): he got hired a little after everyone else, and got put onto the waitstaff because of his looks. however, this man is super awkward with patrons despite being super popular with older women. he's always getting propositions to get set up with someone's daughter and he always unknowingly shoots them down. (customer: "you're really cute, leon: "ok.") he always makes little jokes to lighten the mood and it is an instant vibe killer. the only people who like them are the old ladies who think he's cute, and dads who genuinely think he's funny.

as for the whiskey incident, leon has tried multiple times to pretend being a bartender when chris is on break to sneak himself a drink. he claims that it makes him better at serving, but three broken trays and countless shattered glasses say otherwise.

leon does have kind of a blank expression when patrons try and get him to cut them deals or do stuff for them. he will immediately go back and scream by himself in the freezer after a difficult customer interaction. has cried silently in the freezer after food got in his hair. (x reader) leon always smells like american crew hair pomade, and always showers himself in cologne on shifts he knows he's working with you. you smiled at him one time in the middle of a rush and he had to sit on the curb to collect himself. leon has a horrible tendency to get distracted whenever you're in his general vicinity, and will completely ignore customers whenever you walk by with literal hearts in his eyes. he's one of the fastest people to make a move, mostly because he lacks any form of subtlety. he always offers to drive you home, always offers to take you out to dinner after work like you already don't work in food service, and always keeps something in his bag for you. he loves to lowkey fuck with you on shifts, like putting an ice cube down your shirt to make you pay attention to him. jill valentine (hostess):

another og worker, and the most no-nonsense of them all, especially with customers. if the wait time is thirty minutes, then you're waiting thirty goddamn minutes. she does not care who you supposedly know. she has gotten a couple writeups for visibly rolling her eyes when large parties come in without a reservation. jill demands a break every thirty minutes to sit with chris on the curb while he smokes a cigarette. she calls it her mental health breaks.

pointedly does not listen to leon when he asks her to stop seating people in her section. her favourite past-time is to seat all the old women obsessed with him at his tables to watch him flounder. also gives leon's number out to people who try and hit on her at the job. she's also the only person who can scare the owner, so jill gets away with a lot more than most people. her and carlos often hang out after shifts to drink beer and play pool. her and claire have regular girls nights where jill's convinced into facemasks and terrible movies that only have a one star rating on whatever pirated movie website claire pays for. (x reader) every attempt you make to ask her on a date goes completely over her head. it's only at chris' intervention that she finally gets the hint and takes you out to dinner. she ends up having her own shelf of stuff at your apartment within a week, and she's more than happy to drive you to work everyday. if you have a pet, prepare for jill to come over to spoil it rotten and feign ignorance when you confront her about it. another victim of the 'takes extra long to get ready on shifts you work together'. she knows you like her arms, so she's wearing short sleeves or tanks whenever she has the opportunity, and silently preens in your attention. carlos, (line cook):

without a doubt, the line cooks are the vibe bringers of the restaurant. carlos always takes a hit off his dab pen before coming in, because he claims it makes his cooking taste better. he always gives food to the female servers at any given opportunity, and pretends to not know what the male servers are talking about when they bring it up. (is the reason for 90% of the memos regarding workplace behaviour).

carlos always smells like old spice and food, and there is almost nothing that could break his good mood during a shift. he really is just happy to be there. he's very particular on how the freezer is organized, but loved to label the items wrong to piss off the others (spinch). his mother taught him how to cook, so he has a dedicated dish named after her. carlos always comps her meals when she comes in and doesn't tell anybody about it.

as for the other employees, carlos torments them. he loves to play his own music in the kitchen but has a wildly inappropriate taste for work music. chris banned him from the speaker officially after only playing doja cat for three hours. however, him and luis love to carpool and play brazilian funk with all the windows rolled down at max volume. those two are not allowed to work together too much. he also has a mobile game rivalry with leon, so anytime carlos is missing from the kitchen, you'll find him in the bathroom on his phone. just follow the shitty iphone game music.

(x reader) in all honesty, carlos is the man that's hooked up with the most employees. the mans charm is undeniable. but he has a particular soft spot when it comes to you-- you get to taste-test every dish, there's always a nice cold glass of water waiting for you, and carlos will take the fall for every fuckup at your table. he'll introduce you to his mom when she comes in, but is secretly terrified at how well the two of you get along. don't even get him started on bringing his siblings into the place, he would never hear the end of it. carlos received another memo after engaging in too much pda at work after the two of you got together.

claire redfield (waitress):

one of the main reasons for all the positive google reviews. it's not that she's naturally a super bubbly person, but claire knows how to turn it on and off when her shift starts. jill puts most of the families in her section since claire has a natural gift with kids. however, she is extremely biased when it comes to the food. her face always tells you exactly what she thinks of a dish.

since chris is always within eyesight of her, whenever difficult customers give her problems, she loves to sic chris on them. even just having him stand behind her is enough to give her leverage over someone trying to haggle on a bill. and with carlos' willingness to give food to pretty girls, she never goes hungry during a shift. the girl has her whole shift figured out on a system. she also knows exactly when the lull in service is going to be so she can take extended bathroom breaks.

out of everyone, she's the one to organize after-work hangouts, whether by putting gentle reminders into the group chat, or straight up bullying people to come (ie. jill). everyone always knows when she pulls up from the sound of her engine, but she refuses to let anyone on it. especially luis or leon, for insurance reasons.

(x reader) this girl has the uncanny ability to know what you need, and when you need it. forgot an iced tea for table 20? it's already in her hand on the way. it's her nice little way of showing what a good girlfriend she would be, that she can anticipate your needs. for every group hangout, you are the first person she texts and the primary benefactor of the tips she makes. claire is a no bullshit kind of woman, and when she wants you, you will know. she'll always ask you to hang out, always compliment how you look, tell you constantly how good you are at your job. maybe she'll let you ride behind her on the motorcycle just for the excuse of having your arms around your waist, and does that hot thing where she rubs your arms with her thumb at red lights.

rebecca chambers (head waitress):

dear old rebecca, truly the glue holding everything together. she's incredibly sweet to customers, and to most of the employees. the only reason the floor runs properly is her by the book attitude and highly perceptive personality. nothing is getting by rebecca. she's leon's number two nemesis for being able to drink on the job, and chris' number one nemesis for smoking outside. this woman has the nose of a bloodhound when someone is about to do something stupid.

despite her appearance, everyone is afraid to make her angry. she's lost her shit a total of one time, but it was enough for everyone to be on their best behaviour. she does have a tendency to make passive aggressive comments with such a sickly sweet smile on her face, that you won't even realize she insulted you until long after she's walked away.

least favourite part of the job? she is a hit with old men. they can never leave her alone. second least favourite part? finding ways to sneak vitamins into certain employees food so they can live to see another day. the way that some of the others operate is enough to give her grey hairs.

(x reader) rebecca is intelligent and ambitious, and more than willing to make sacrifices when it comes to you. she's more than happy to take the fall on a screwup if it gets you out of it, wanting nothing more than your smile in return. her main tactic of getting to know you is inviting you over to watch movies, inconspicuously of course, so she can ask you questions over the whole thing. overall, she's an acts of service girl, but is much more subtle about it than claire is. you need a meal prep plan? she's your woman. she wants nothing more than to take care of you, to make your life as easygoing as possible. but the true way to her heart is any form of baked goods. if you make a habit of bringing her pastries before a shift, she's putty in your hands.

ada wong, (head chef):

this woman, god help her, has the hardest job out of them all. not only does she have to babysit her two line cooks, but she's also responsible for cleaning up all the fuckups the waitstaff make. her saving grace is the fact that everyone else is terrified of her, creating a wide berth every time she picks up a knife. everyone can always hear her scolding carlos in the kitchen, who just brushes it off with a laugh.

despite the chaos of a kitchen, ada has the impeccable ability to never get food on herself. even after the dinner rush there is not a single hair out of place, looking just as perfect as when she started. every ingredient is measured precisely, every fda standard met and upheld-- pretty much the counterforce to carlos and luis. secretly, she loves when carlos has control of the speaker, but she would rather die than admit it.

the second an overcomplicated modification comes in, the temperature of the kitchen immediately drops. why the hell does she pore over a menu just for some middle-aged man to think he knows better than her? despite her no-nonsense attitude, she does secretly love fucking with leon. only luis knows about her secret tinder account that she catfished leon on with some fake woman in romania.

(x reader) ada is a woman in tune with herself, in tune with what and who she wants. the second she gets attached, she will display clear favouritism. every new recipe she tries is given to you for taste-testing, claiming that you will always give her the truth. it's a lie, she just like seeing the grin on your face when you enjoy it. if anyone asks her about it, she will vehemently deny it, claiming that you're the only one competent enough at your job. her asking you out is more of a demand than it is a question: this place, this time, wear that dress you know i like. she's not huge fan of pda at the workplace, but she'll always give you that look that screams, just wait until i get my hands on you later.

luis sera (line cook):

this man does not operate on a recipe, he operates on la pasion. really, it just means the foods always a tad spicier than it should be. he also sings obnoxiously loud in the kitchen, to the point that patrons can hear it if they're seated close enough. this man obeys ada for the most part, but he's honestly never touched a measuring cup in his life. he'll stop pouring when his ancestors tell him to stop pouring. however he has the uncanny ability to know exactly when meat is within three degrees of whatever temp they need it cooked to.

the waitstaff either love him or hate him. luis playfully flirts with everyone in his line of sight. who could blame him? he's stuck in a kitchen all day and everyone at this restaurant is unbearably attractive. mostly, he just likes seeing their reactions. leon adamantly begs claire to fetch his plates from the kitchen for him, because luis calls him prince charming every time, and leon hates it.

there's a rumour going around that he got drunk after a shift and made out with another employee, but no one knows who it is. there's a restaurant-wide betting pool on potential victims. also, since luis is the only person who knows about the catfish incident, he loves to ask leon innocuous question while feigning innocence about the whole thing. he's just really invested in his love life, he swears.

(x reader) if you think the flirting is bad towards leon, just wait until he catches an eyeful of you. it is a nonstop barrage of witty compliments, offers to go dancing (or clubbing), and pick-up lines that were definitely picked up off the internet. he's a suave guy, don't get me wrong, but he most definitely gets too many of his ideas from old romance novels. at some point he gives up, telling you straight that he wants to take you out, for reals, and cook you a nice home-cooked meal. maybe some wine. maybe more, if you'll let him. luis is another person who displays clear favouritism, and tries to convince ada into naming a dish after you. it has a horribly cheesy name, but it tastes wonderful and he loves shooting you a wink every time you see him making it (he always makes that dish more carefully than any of the others).

wesker (manager):

this man bought the damn place in a last ditch attempt to save himself from bankruptcy, and unknowingly entangled himself into the lives of the dumbest twenty year olds he's ever met in his life. the only person that he kind of tolerates is ada, because she runs that kitchen like it's the military, and he can respect how batshit terrifying she is. he has a particular vendetta against chris for reasons he can't name, but since chris brings in a lot of money, he can't really refuse. he mostly gets that frustration out by pinning things on chris that leon most definitely did.

he's rarely seen on the actual floor, usually just hanging in the back on the computer doing whatever the fuck he does. (he's playing farmville, but no one knows it's him because of a pseudonym. he also does not know how to turn the music off so if you stand at the right position outside the door you can hear it.)

when he is seen out on the floor, he's wearing the most obnoxious sunglasses and leather jacket known to man, and stalks around the bar to watch for mistakes. you know you fucked up around wesker when there's a sneer on his face. the place almost got robbed once, and wesker threw a punch so fast that everyone stopped trying to piss him off after that.

(x reader) truthfully, he doesn't act too much different around you. it takes months to catch onto the little quirks that show his softness-- just a slight ease in his eyebrow, a softer pitch when addressing you directly. he'll still chew you out for mistakes, but he forgets about it long before he'll let anyone else slide. if things did eventually progress between the two of you, that manager's office is staying locked.

thank y'all for reading! this ended up being way longer than i thought it was going to be lol.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

Here are some AUs that have never seen the light of day and might never will.

First off, Mystical AU. It’s an AU where half of the critters are supernatural elemental all-powerful beings and half are normal. Well somewhat. It’s set somewhere in the old primitive days

Some stuff to know about them.

Daniel Spaniel (Dogday) is the town chief, he’s also a researcher alongside Kylo Doodledoo (Kickin)

Patty Oinks (Picky) is in charge of food and farming, Touille works for her but he also does a lot of chores here or there

Rachel Tellar (Rabie) is the town storyteller and a physician, she’s also secretly a witch but those are frowned upon in their town. She rarely shows outside.

The Birates are a three-man pirate group who help give the town the supplies they need to survive. It consists of Bobby Bearclaw, the brawn. Barrel Elepatch (Bubba) , the brains. And Bibi Wolfeye (Baba) the brutality and also the captain.

The elements are divided by the main ones and the cursed.

The cursed are Murky Gator (Allister), Acid (Icky), and Shadownap (Catnap). While the main elements are Naturepony (Crafty), Stormpoet (Poe), Seashark (Maggie), and Inferno Blaze (Simon).

Aerial Hare (Hoppy) is in neither one, she’s just a much weaker element born from Stormpoet.

Second AU, Ghostlyfeathers.

An AU where Kickin and Poe are ghostbusters, but they’re both scared of everything. Kickin tries to cope by joking around, Poe copes by trying to dismiss everything with science and realism but either way they’re both shitting their pants

Info: Touille was their tech hacker guy who refuses to go into any haunted house because he both hates ghosts and is terrified of them.

Third AU, Suspicious Bubba. Briefly mentioned him before. An AU where Crafty has a feeling her and her friends’ memories are being tampered with, and she suspects Bubba, the one with such amazingly strange intact memories of events he shouldn’t know.

Info: This was going to be an Ask AU but I had a lot going on

Fourth AU, no sketches this time. Papa Gator. It’s similar to Dadphant AU, basically Allister is a dad to 7 children. Oldest from youngest is Simon, Poe, Rabie, Touille, Maggie, Icky, and Baba.

Info: Their last name was Marelin and Papa Gator was 4 years older than Dadphant

Fifth and last AU, Holiday Critters. Someone already made that but I had my own version I never really made

Dogday - Christmas = Merrydog

Catnap - Day of the Dead = Ceasecat

Bubba - New Years Eve = Phas Fireworks

Kickin - April Fools = Playfowl Trickster

Bobby - Valentines Day = Casey Cupidbear

Hoppy - Easter = Easter Chocobun

Crafty - Halloween = Candycorn

Picky - Thanksgiving = Piggy Giftgiver

Info: Playfowl is a pun on Playful

Last AU, no name for it but it was a Hoppyhug AU where Hoppy was a tired cashier and Bobby was a lovesick assassin who fell for her

Info: Hoppy was her target but she couldn’t kill her, therefore went into hiding, all the while stalking Hoppy. I was inspired by a song, “A Female Ninja, But I Want To Love” I think

[spikedhe4rt]

I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

  ✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

[savvymantis]

Could I ask how Ratchet, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Optimus would react to their human s/o sighing dramatically near them and saying “Sitting here. Unkissed. When will it end?..” just silly fluffy stuff with the big robo guys!! 

Also do you have a character limit on requests?? If the characters listed is too many could you do just Bulkhead and Ratchet?? Thanks!

Living for Loving

I am assuming this is the TFP universe. Feel free to resend the ask if I'm wrong tho!

Ratchet:

Ratchet sighs, tired optics trailing to where you're laid out on the nearby couch. With everyone out on patrol, he's left alone with your antics, freed now that the embarrassment of an audience is gone.

You give him your saddest face, cheek squished against the couch arm. "Humans need affection to live, you know."

Ratchet scoffs. "Please."

"It's true!" You say with a pout. "Several studies have been done on the necessity of companionship and affection needed in the creation and sustainability of a healthy individual."

The rush of words, while sounding correct, still strike Ratchet as something you just made up to cajole kisses out of him. Even if you are being honest, the kids all smothered you in hugs before they left, so you're not dying just yet from lack of attention.

"Ratchet!" You whine to him, and his antenna twitches. "Please? I'm sitting here so unkissed, unloved! Do you even care-!?"

A squeal escapes you as two large servos scoop you up. Ratchet grouches, low grumbles in a language older than the human race itself, but his intake brushes over your cheeks. You smooth your own hands over his face, peppering warm metal in smooches.

And despite the show of irritation, there's an audible hiss as he relaxes into your touch, air rushing from his pent-up frame like a sigh of relief.

Bulkhead:

"So you want me dead?"

Bulkhead wilts. "You know it's not that, sweetspark."

"Then why must I lie here?" You lament, fake hitches to your little voice sending stabs right into his spark. "Unkissed. Unloved. Dying, when my beloved is right here, refusing me life's simplest pleasures?"

Bulkhead doesn't know what to do with himself. He's already late for patrol, that plus Miko has been demanding a joyride today. He really needs to leave the moment he's done refueling, and kissing you would mean waiting for the energon to leave his intake, so he doesn't hurt you. He doesn't have that kind of time.

He throws back his energon. "Energon is dangerous for you."

"And my withering away isn't!?" You demand, up into a squeaky register now. Bulkhead sulkingly shuffles past you towards the washracks. "I just want my goodbye kiss!"

"Bleh." Bulkhead spits out the water, the taste of energon washed away. He turns to you, and finds you standing now, reaching for him. Bulkhead lifts you up, nuzzling into the soft press of your lips.

"Be safe."

"Always."

Wheeljack:

"Woe is meeeee!"

Wheeljack flicks a digit along his datapad, scrolling through endless mission briefs and rules. It's boring, but he has his reasons for actually trying to do his work right now.

"Jackie, you're killing meeeeee!"

Wheeljack stretches, holding the pad above his head so he could recline and keep reading.

"You want me dead! You want me neglected and starving and dead and buried and gone-"

"You done?" Wheeljack asks you, but you just turn your nose up.

"No. You also want me suffering." With a huff, you nod to him. "Now I'm done. Can I have my kiss now?"

Wheeljack laughs heartily. You're too cute for your own good, the way your cheeks puff out when you're mad at him, eyes big and watery as you whine for his attention. It feels good to be wanted so desperately, but it feels even better to dangle kisses just out of your reach to hear your dramatic complaining.

"I'll die without my kisses." You warn him.

"That sounds interesting. Mind if I watch?"

You're already wiggling off the berth. "That's it. I'll get my kisses from Smokescreen instead."

"Wait!!"

Optimus:

For all the time he's spent, emotions buried beneath duty and the need to appear strong, Optimus is surprisingly receptive to your playful wallowing and dramatic lamentations. His smile brushes against the warm softness of your bare stomach, low rolling chuckles vibrating his chassis as you daintily throw your arm across your head.

"I have never been so neglected." You cry, despite how Optimus kisses along the bend of your hips. "Oh, when will my big strong mech return from the war?"

"I will always return to you." Optimus murmurs, your giggles gracing his audials.

"You return but yet I still lie here, without smooches." You stroke a hand over his crest, grinning when he gazes up at you, optics soft and adoring. "You enjoy seeing me laid so low?"

"In some situations." Optimus says, taking advantage of your momentary bashfulness to seal your together in a smoldering kiss. "Has that quelled your agony?"

"Nope." You say, popping the P so he laughs. "Gonna need, hmmm. . . twelve more." Optimus kisses you again, pulling back to see you nodding sagely. "Twelve. . . probably more, though."

"You may have as many as you want."

"Yay!"

[pancake-flipper]

𝐁𝐚𝐭-𝐀𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Intro

Platonic! Batfam x reader ❤

Info: An introduction into what I hope becomes a series. Bat-Aunt, and her adventures with the Batfamily. This is one of the darker this I’ll write for this, the rest should just be more WFA vibes.

Warnings: parental death, blood, I think that’s it.

(not my art)

Bat-Aunt reader! Who was born into a life of luxury and comfort, with an older brother, loving parents, and the world best butler.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who was only six when her whole world got flipped upside down in the alleyway behind the movie theater. Who huddled up in her brothers arms--a boy only eight years old himself--for hours before anyone came for them, just staring down at the pooling blood of her parents and the scattered pearls of her mothers necklace.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who slept in Bruce’s room for weeks following that night. Something Bruce didn’t mind in the slightest, because it meant that he could keep an eye on what little he felt he had left.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who only ever talked to Bruce in public for years, but learned to laugh and joke freely again within a year of the incident--perhaps it was because she was so young--, often found rambling to Alfred as he prepared dinner.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who doesn't remember much about life before the inccident, other than the fact that things were happier, that her and Bruce were thick as thieves, and there was much less to worry about.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who can no longer remember the sound of her mothers laugh, or the feeling of her fathers hand ingulfing her smaller one, and who honestly would have forgotten what her parents look like all together if it weren’t for the old photos of them littered around the manor.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who was the first to protest when Bruce decided to become the Dark Night. Who refused to talk to him for days, mumbling about how “Gotham wasn’t worth it.” or “im not losing anyone else to this crap."

Bat-Aunt reader! Who finally excepted it after a while, knowing Bruce is far to stubborn to change his mind, but will never approve.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who’s entire world flips back around when Bruce brings Dick home for the first time, immediately finding a new purpose for living other than other than helping to run Wayne Enterprises and taking care of her stupid brother.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who reads in the news that Batman has a new sidekick, and has a level nine crash-out when she quickly connects the dots that Bruce has been taking Dick out as Robin.

Cue the yelling as Dick sits in the corner with Alfred watching.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who loves ever kid that Bruce brings home instantly, but was hesitant with Tim because of what happened to Jason.

Bat-Aunt reader! Whos not a vigilante, but would totally go out and crack some skulls, should the boys ever be in trouble.

It’s giving a mom whos baby is stuck under a car or something, and they pull out the strength of a hundred men and yeat the car into another dimension.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who doesn’t like Gotham. In fact, she hates it, but shes could never leave, not when her family was so dead set on dying for this place.

A/N: Feel free to Reblog if you want. I hope to make another thing for this, but ngl I’ve been on Tumblr for like 6 months and your girl is still trying to figure some stuff out.

[phantomknight25]

The Start

• I imagine you became friends with Beth not long after Rick left the family.

• I can see her clinging to any sort of kindness and refusing to let go.

• Like Diane having forgot to pack Beth’s lunch and you feeling bad giving her half your sandwich.

• After that you and her became inseparable. The common phrase used was “We’re siblings who have two separate pairs of mostly shitty parents.

• Diane and your parents aren’t even surprised when they have an extra person at the table. A plate of food is always set aside for either of you.

• You hate Jerry no question about it. You have been trying to break them apart since day one.

• When Beth found out she was pregnant, she came to you first.

• By the time of Beth’s pregnancy Diane is already dead and your parents are either dead or no contact.

• If you weren’t already living with Beth you definitely moved in after the pregnancy. • You basically became the father/mother figure of the house, even with Jerry there.

• You took care of Summer while Beth was at college and when she got back you went to work /school at night.

• Summer’s first word was either mama/papa to you. Jerry to this day complains about it.

• Summer still calls you mama/papa and only says your actual name when she’s mad at you. Though that’s rare.

• Morty just calls you by your first name, since I can see you not being around as much by the time he’s born.

• By the time Morty's born Beth has started working as a vet and Summer’s older. So you start working towards getting a better job.

• Also Jerry didn’t want to lose another kid to you, so he kinda stepped up.

• I imagine by the time Rick comes back your not at the house. He’s told about you but I imagine he doesn’t meet you until after the Lawnmower Dog episode.

• I can see him being hostile at first toward you, since once you return your clearly seen as the head of the house.

• He tries to treat you like Jerry but Beth immediately shuts that down. Rick not expecting Beth to become so hostile towards him makes him recalculate his actions.

• Rick starts watching you and seeing how you interact with everyone.

• He definitely takes a couple of DNA samples to test and looks for other versions of you.

• There are other you’s in the Smith family but there are very few versions where he returns to said family.

• During M.Night Shaym-Aliens! You get dragged along with Jerry. Though instead of thinking it’s the real world you think it’s a dream

• You steal so much stuff.

• And burned down so many buildings. • Rick and Morty finds you in the middle of chain sawing a guy in half.

• After a very awkward encounter with a naked Rick and Morty the episode goes by normally . • Rick starts to seek you out more after this. Probably takes you on a few solo adventures to see what really makes you tick.

• By Meeseeks and Destroy you and Rick hangout way more. Not just on adventures but also at the house.

• Morty asks you to come with on his adventure. I imagine he’s kinda jealous of Summer and your relationship.

• I can see him craving the paternal bond you two have and then seeing you and Rick bonding makes him want that as well.

• I can see you and Rick both being bored out of your minds, but you try to keep up a happy façade for Morty.

• Rick not being able to really hide his distain, tries to tone it down after you threaten to cut his manhood off and feed it to a bird.

• You and Morty also become closer during this adventure. Throughout this one and future Morty adventures you give him unconditional support no matter how boring or bad things go.

• When Rick kills king Jellybean you question if there are more versions of him that are alive. When Rick says yes, you tell him to make you a portal gun with all their locations.

• Rick does, he even makes you weapons without question.

• Neither of you ever speak of what you and he did. Even when rumors start spreading across dimensions about a vicious killer who left no trace behind except the mutilated body.

• At this point Rick is infatuated by you.

• He takes you on adventures with Morty. If your not around when he wants to leave he goes to get you whether you like it or not.

• Though after the first time you yelled at him about crossing boundaries and how he can’t take you from your job. The very job that helps pay for the very expensive electric bill and the wafers he loves so much.

• After that Rick made a robot that can do your job, so you can come on adventures.

• When Morty and Summer asks for one of them he immediately rejects their request.

• Whenever you and Beth or Summer go out together he gets upset.

• He always shows up acting like he just ran into you by coincidence.

• Summer always gets upset but, Beth is happy when he shows up.

• When Rick Potion No. 9 happens Rick gets you first, giving you a shot to stop you from turning.

• When he’s about to change dimensions you in tow, you refused. Not wanting to abandon your family you try to leave.

• Rick knocks you out and takes you along.

• He managed to find a dimension that had a you in it.

• When you wake up your devastated. Rick tries to convince you it’s fine and that it’d be like nothing even happened.

• You refuse to listen to him. You two argue for the majority of the day.

• Rick not wanting to lose you gets the memory gun to erase this horrible day.

• At this point Rick is obsessed with you.

[ccazimi]

Nightingale (pt. 3)

Read pt. 2 and pt. 4

CW: stepcest, dubcon, usage of a suction vibrator, mentions of masturbation, mentions of cucking, dirtytalking, slight exhibitionism? (doing stuff in a room full of other people including parents but no one notices), overstim, unplanned orgasm denial WC: 4.1k a/n: sorry this part isn't as interesting as the other ones haha just had to get it out of my system before i can move onto other ideas so BEAR WITH ME

The stains left behind on your sheets were still quite noticeable even after you tried spraying, soaking, and scrubbing them with cleaning agents meant specifically for these kinds of messes. The blood had tinged every liquid you’d disgracefully released that night with a shade of pink that would make sure they were as evident as possible on the white fabric.

After nothing worked, you'd stripped your futon bare and simply threw them in the washer, telling your mom that you’d accidentally stained it last night in your sleep because of your period. Luckily she remained as clueless as ever, telling you that it was fine and she’d get new ones.

Maybe a bit too clueless because you absolutely wanted to shrivel up and disappear from sight the next morning when she asked Mr. Itadori where he’d kept the fresh sheets, at the breakfast table in front of both Yuuji and Sukuna.

All the appetite for the food in front of you vanished as rage and humiliation flared up in you instead- a bit at your mom for embarrassing you like this with her usual lack of tact and mostly because of the pointed smirk on Sukuna’s face that you could practically feel prodding you even with your eyes cast firmly downwards.

You could already tell there were biting words waiting, ready to be unleashed at the tip of his tongue, and as soon as your parents left you once again alone with him and Yuuji, out they came. “New sheets, huh? What, did you wet the bed or something?”

“Period,” you said flatly, stirring your tea and refusing to give him the reaction he wanted from you.

Yuuji flashed a warning glare at Sukuna that did absolutely nothing to deter him.

“How old are you? Still can’t control your messes at your big age?”

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” Yuuji turned to you. “Just ignore the asshole. The sheets are in the cupboard in the hallway, I can get them for you if you’d like.”

You forced a small smile as you stood and collected your dishes. “It's fine I can get them myself since I gotta go right now anyway. Thanks, though.”

“Alright, I’ll catch ya later then.”

From the heaviness of Sukuna’s silence and his dark eyes following you along with Yuuji turning to glare back at his older brother, you could already sense they were about to start bickering again as you leave the dining room.

A few days pass and you try to go about your life as usual- studying for finals, going to classes, texting the guy you’re talking to.

But no matter how much you can pretend, that night continues to manifest itself- either as the fading soreness that you could feel with every movement the day after he’d scratched you up or as the way you’d deliberately switch your plans around so that you wouldn’t happen to be alone at home with him.

He was noticing of course the way you’d try and avoid him, and instead of pushing harder and bullying you more like you half expected, Sukuna mostly kept his distance.

Distance that felt like nothing the way his eyes would follow you these days, piercing looks that spoke for themselves.

Ironically Yuuji thought he was getting better, now that the three of you could sit at a table without Sukuna starting something by picking on you.

If only he knew the way your stomach would curl into a pit when Sukuna would simply ask you to pass the hot sauce at your end of the table, the intense glint in his eyes contrasting with his amiable, almost lilting tone.

Somehow this complete lack of outright acknowledgement of what had happened in your room, what he’d done, only put you on edge even more for reasons you couldn’t name.

Feeling increasingly nervous, you asked your mom on the third night after if you could have a lock installed on your door. You gave her the reason of “wanting more privacy” and of course she blew you off like you’d expected.

“This is a shared home, there’s no locking doors around family.”

You resorted to spending the next two nights staying with your friend Shoko in her dorm on campus. It was a refreshing change of pace, spending the day on campus and being able to spend more time with friends as well go to nearby cafes to study with that guy.

He was growing on you- it felt good to be around someone who could make you laugh and temporarily forget the curse in your life that was your older stepbrother.

You could forget about him, or at the very least pretend his aggressions were the only issue until you were once again under the cover of night, wrapped in sheets and trying to fall asleep and desperately forget how his tongue felt lapping at your pussy.

And just like the previous four nights, forgetting turned to fantasizing, but this time without the luxury to touch yourself since you weren’t within the privacy of your own room.

As if it made that much of a difference- your fingers could never live up to his touch, even when you were spurred on by images of him that night replaying in your mind like a broken record.

You cussed yourself out mentally before giving in, drifting off to sleep with clenched thighs into another night of restless dreams about him that would usually end in you waking up with sweat sticky on your skin and the urge to rush to the bathroom to try and finish yourself off.

That’s exactly how you wake your second night at the dorm and you’re oddly grateful for your situation since at least now you can’t give in to your new daily morning habit.

Shoko is already awake, greeting you as you sit up in your sleeping bag and stretch while she gets ready for the last exams till school is out for winter break.

The two of you are deciding on what to get for breakfast when your phone rings. You sigh and turn it over, seeing it's your mom like you expected.

“Hello?”

“Good morning. You’re coming back by tonight, right?” your mother immediately asks.

“I dunno…why?”

“Its been two nights and you barely even told me where you were going or for how long or with who. What’s gotten into you? You can’t just be disappearing off like tha-”

“I told you I was going to be staying at Shoko’s didn’t I?” you answer as Shoko looked towards you at the mention of her name. “Besides what’s the big deal?”

“Firstly, I don’t like you going out for this long without giving me all the details. God forbid something were to happen, neither I nor Jin nor your brothers would be there to help you.”

You can tell she’s just worried, but you still feel a bite of irritation at the irony of it. Yuuji you could understand- even Mr. Itadori, but wherever did your mom get the notion that Sukuna would ever be on your side?

Hell, he’s probably the exact kind of thing she’s trying to protect you from.

“Okay, fine. What else?” you mumble unexcitedly.

“You do remember about the dinner party tomorrow evening, right?”

You audibly groan at the reminder.

Some stupid end of year party for your parents’ friends and acquaintances that you had absolutely no interest in attending.

“Do I have to g-”

“Yes. Its not up for discussion. Please be home by tonight so we can prepare.” Without leaving any room for negotiation, your mom hangs up the phone while you feel like flinging yours across the room.

It's all for show, you know how your mom and Mr. Itadori want to show off what a perfect happy little family the five of you are. It would look bad for them, your mom especially, if you were missing from the function.

You’re not a fan of these cocktail parties, more so due to boredom than anything else, but your apprehension of going home is only heightened this much because of one person.

Especially since you know he probably knows he’s the reason you’ve been gone.

Your morning is spent mostly ranting to Shoko, before the two of you part ways when she has an exam to finish and you get ready for a lunch date before you pack your things and he drops you home.

He takes you to a cat cafe, and once again you have such a good time that you nearly forget about what waits for you at home.

And when he finally pulls up outside your house and he kisses you, you wonder if maybe you can replace the thoughts of Sukuna’s tongue with his, just to rid yourself of that depraved urge he instilled in you.

A wave of relief washes through you when you notice the bike isn’t parked in front of your house as you walk up to let yourself in. Hopefully you can go the rest of the night without seeing him.

It sinks away when you hear his bike pull up in the street right as you close the door. Even worse, you’re sure he probably caught your date leaving.

Luckily you already ate so you kick off your shoes and rush to your room, closing the door before you can come face to face with Sukuna who you hear entering the house just a few moments later.

Fuck him for making you have to run around and hide like this in your own home.

You get ready for bed and when you’re finally tucked in you hear Sukuna’s footsteps coming up the stairs like every other night.

Just like every other night, you tense up and hold your breath, partially waiting for him to turn the knob and slip into your room.

And like every other time after the first, his footsteps pass by your room and disappear while you let out the breath you were holding- whether in relief or disappointment you can’t tell.

It's dark now and once again you’re seated in front of your vanity to brush your hair and smooth out the dress in preparation for the guests that will start arriving at any minute now.

You reach for the bottle of perfume, the one you hadn’t worn since that evening before your first date.

You spray your pulse points sparingly and even then as the rich scent of fruity pink florals hits your nostrils, suddenly you’re taken back to that memory of him again, in disturbingly vivid detail. How he sat you on his lap, brushed your hair, the sight of his cock wrapped in your panties…

You set the bottle back down, ignoring the heat pooling between your legs and try to straighten yourself out so that your flushed state wouldn’t show on your face.

He would be here too, but you feel a lot better about it considering that everyone else would be present as well.

Nothing will happen.

With this self assurance you breathe easier as you exit your room to help your mom and Yuuji finish setting things up, double checking the gifts and laying out plates of food. You find Sukuna still isn’t there and frankly you don’t want to ask, as if speaking his name would summon him like a demon.

Minutes pass and you ease up some more, greeting guests as they arrive and exchanging gifts. The house becomes livelier, ambient chatter filling the atmosphere. It's much more pleasant with a few sips of sake and the fact that you still haven’t caught sight of Sukuna. You spend the time introducing yourself, chatting with the adults who ask you the usual questions regarding what you’re studying in college and what field you plan to find a career in. In between you and Yuuji giggle and joke around while he routinely fills, finishes, and refills his plate with appetizers, slowly but steadily finishing off the tempura and yakitori, hoping that no one notices.

He comes rushing back with his fourth plate, looking around before offering you some more and resuming his snacking. “I think you might need to get the next plate, I think your mom’s catching onto me….”

You turn just in time to catch her suspicious gaze drifting away, stifling a laugh as Yuuji munches on the last of the tempura. “I’m actually surprised no one’s noticed by now.”

“They’ve definitely noticed, one of dad’s coworkers saw me heading back to the table and raced me there so he could take some tempura before I took the rest.”

“Just be patient Yuuji, there’ll be more food later. You act like we’re starving you,” you snort as you finish the last of the sake in your cup.

Yuuji frowns. “Before this, I hadn’t eaten anything in four hours. Four whole hours.”

You roll your eyes before getting up. “I’m gonna get another drink, be right back.”

You’re pouring yourself some sake when you feel a hand snaking around your waist, making you look up in surprise.

There he is- dressed in a dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and matching black belted slacks with a rakish smirk plastered onto his face to complete his look.

You swallow.

He looks good, more than you’d ever like to admit.

“Hey, sis,” he greets you casually while you nervously look around.

The house is a lot more crowded now, and with the corner Sukuna’s backed you into, you feel a little more isolated with him than you’re comfortable with.

“Hi…” you mumble back quietly as you put the bottle back in place, not wanting to start something here out of all places.

And with this many people around he wouldn’t dare trying some shit, right?

“So, wanna tell me where the hell you’ve been these past two nights?” The fingers on your waist start skimming, playing with the hem of your top to lightly rake his nails across the surface of your skin under.

You scoff, unamused as you down the shot and put the ceramic on the table. “No I don’t, considering you have no right to ask me some shit like that.”

His nails press lightly into your flesh as he slowly but firmly guides you away from the table, further into the corner. “Been whoring yourself out?”

“What, you mean like you? No. I was staying with my friend.” The alcohol in your system is starting to show its effects, the atmosphere blending to become a bit hazier and the realization that you’re not pushing away or stopping his light touches.

He cranes his neck slightly to speak lowly into your ear. “Why? It didn’t have anything to do with me, did it?”

Asshole.

You stiffen, heart thumping in your chest, knowing you’d be stupid to even try and lie, but still reluctant to give him the satisfaction of your answer.

Luckily he speaks again before you have the chance to, straightening back up. “Oh by the way, I got something for you.”

You furrow your brows, thrown off-guard by the complete change of tone and unexpected gesture. “Huh? What is it? I didn’t get anything for you…”

Was this another trick?

Instead of receiving an answer, you feel him shift before he pulls something out of his pocket and shows it to you. “Don’t worry, its brand new. Just took it out of the packaging.”

You squint. The object is made from some peach colored rubberish material, with what looked to be a finger strap on the back and a small hole in the center of it.

“Literally what the fuck is tha-”

You regret wearing a skirt instead of a dress because out of nowhere his hand and the object in it are dipping beneath your waistline and into your panties. You only realize what it is when you feel him adjusting the toy, nestling it in between your folds so that the suction part is resting directly on top of your clit.

“Sukuna, oh my god-” You anxiously scan your surroundings before looking up into his face. “There’s people here- not to mention my mom, your dad, and Yuuji, are you fucking crazy?”

You grip his arm tightly, the smooth silicone cool on your sensitive flesh while you look for where everyone is, finding your mom and Mr. Itadori chatting with another couple across the house. In the secluded area you’re in, luckily the table and chairs are blocking your bottom halves from direct view.

Still, this is too much, too wildly inappropriate and you don’t even want to begin to imagine what would happen if someone noticed. “C-Can we just go up to my room or somethi-”

He laughs meanly before turning it on.

Your breath hitches and immediately you’re incapacitated by the vibrations coursing not just through your clit, but the length of your entire vulva. It’s only the first setting, but it's the first time you’ve ever felt a vibrator, and with how sensitive you are to this novel sensation you immediately feel blood flowing down to your clit, slow waves of pleasure building up.

The low humming is masked by the sounds of chatter, laughter, and music but still you look up to make sure no one can hear anything before relaxing ever so slightly.

“So…a lock on your door, huh?” Sukuna starts, an accusatory tone that tells you he isn’t happy about it.

You turn your head into his chest, letting locks of hair fall over your face and hoping it would conceal your expression.

“Can you blame me?” you say feebly, trying not to lose yourself in the steady feeling between your thighs.

“You’re a stupid girl if you think that would protect you from me.” He presses a button on the side and vibrations amp up a level, making you draw a sharp breath as you really start to feel the suction pressure on your clit.

Sukuna bends lower to look into your rounded eyes. “Besides, you fucking loved it.”

His voice sends a chill through you, dripping with something that makes you feel so dirty, yet only increases the heat burning on your cheeks, ears, adding to the intensity of the pleasure caressing your sensitive spot.

“I-I…” There’s a dryness in your mouth as you realize you’ve been panting softly through parted lips, unable to form a coherent sentence as the pressure builds.

“Loved the way I ate out your messy, bleeding cunt while mom and dad slept right down the hall…” he rasps, leaning lower to fondle the curve of your ass with his other hand.

“D-don’t -ah- say that, Sukuna,” you whimper, peering up at him as tears begin to sting your eyes from the orgasm you could feel building slowly and steadily with increasing intensity in response to the filthy images he was making your remember.

“Why not? Bet you would’ve liked them finding us like that. Probably would’ve made you cum on the spot,” he whispers.

And all at once its too much, the orgasm washing upon you so all-consuming that you can’t even make a single noise, a single whimper or moan doesn’t make its way out. Instead you cum open mouthed, silent and painless tears rolling down your cheeks while you orgasm to the picture of your parents catching him doing all those disgusting things to you, the muscles in your clit twitching violently under the buzzing and suckling vibrations of the toy.

After a few seconds your orgasm dissipates and the sensations on your clit become overwhelming, painful even.

“Ah, ow, t-turn it off-” You twist and try and lift your hips away from the uncomfortable feeling, jerking liking you’re being stung at the jolts of over stimulation while still trying not to make so much as a commotion as to catch others’ attention.

“You’re still seeing that little dipshit aren’t you? The one who dropped you off last night?” Sukuna growls, not caring less about you squirming in discomfort. “Did he fuck you?”

“N-no, not yet,” you breathe out, your struggling slowly starting to calm down as the pressure on your clit doesn’t feel as painful anymore.

You turn your face around and try to stand straighter so nothing looks suspicious to anyone whose eyes might happen to pass over this way.

“Not yet? Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” He presses the vibrator harder up against your pussy and suddenly you catch the faintest whiff of what you assume is his cologne. “You know maybe I should just fuck you right here and now- make you scream when I tear you open on my cock. How’s that sound, lil sis? Would you like that?”

Its subtle but a dark scent, smokey and resinous with an undertone of something sweet- you swear the fragrance goes right to your head, muddling dangerously with your mind that should be repulsed by his threat.

Instead you feel heat rising in your legs, in the muscles of your upper thighs as the first tendrils of your second orgasm in a row begin to unfurl in your lower abdomen.

“Answer me, slut.” Sukuna presses the button again and the vibrations increase yet another level, pulsing through your entire pussy and flooding your clit.

You clench your teeth and grip his arm tighter, forcing yourself to keep your face straight. “F-fuck Sukuna, yeah I do-”

Once again, you can hardly believe the words spilling from your lips- yet it's the truth. Just imagining his cock again had you spreading your legs slightly to feel the toy better.

He laughs lowly, pulling you tighter against his chest till you can feel the deep rumbles in them and an erection through the fabric of his pants. “Yeah? Want your little cunt stuffed with your big brother’s cum dripping out? Your little boytoy can eat it out later if he wants, just so he remembers his place….”

You bite your lip, on the precipice of cumming again when you catch your mom out of all people catching your eye through the bodies, and making her way towards you.

Your face pales and you do the only thing you can think of- stomp as hard as you can on Sukuna’s foot through his shoe while you suddenly thrash around to pull his hand out of the waist of your skirt behind the table.

His grip tightens, angering at your sudden movements. “Fuck’s wrong with y-”

“My mom’s coming, get that thing out of my panties,” you hiss as you try to create some more distance between your bodies. “Please,” you add, hoping he’ll work with you for once and not take this as an opportunity to execute one of the millions of sick ideas he probably has running through his head.

He looks at you for a second with a lazy grin before complying, quickly pulling the small toy out and slipping it back into his pocket, taking a step back as your mom rounds the corner of the table, leaving you in full view while you quickly wipe any remnants of tears on your face with your sleeve, hoping it didn't smear your eye makeup.

“Hey you guys, what are you doing hiding in this corner? Some of our guests want to meet you two, please come say hi.”

You try your best not to let the frustration paint itself on your face. “Yeah we’ll be there in a second. Just gonna grab another drink,” you reply shortly, hoping your cheeks aren’t too noticeably flushed while straightening out the hem of your top.

“Alright.” She nods before smiling up at Sukuna. “So glad you could make it by the way. I know you have some pretty crazy shifts, so thanks for making the time and coming. Instead of being difficult about it like someone…” She eyes you again. “You should really learn a thing or two from him, you know?”

Your jaw almost falls open and you nearly retort back before holding your tongue and tilting your chin towards the people your mom wanted you to come meet. “Looks like they’re waiting for you. We’ll be there in a moment.”

As your mom disappears into the crowd again, you turn to Sukuna who’s smirking in that way that makes your blood boil. “Don’t even fucking start.”

“Aw, is someone upset because she couldn’t cum?”

You cross your arms, shooting daggers with your eyes. “Give me the toy. You said it was for me, right?”

As inappropriate as it was, you were amazed that you’d never bothered to find out how good a sex toy actually felt. With it, maybe you wouldn’t yearn for Sukuna’s mouth as much.

He makes no move to pull it out. “Nah, don’t think so. You can cum with it, but only when I let you.”

You gaze down at his pocket, wondering if you could possibly snatch it and run away. Probably wouldn’t end well for you, you reason and decide against it. “You’re horrible.”

“Don’t pout, I’ll make it up to you some other time.” Sukuna straightens his shirt before pulling out a glass and a bottle to pour himself a drink. “Come on, let’s go before your mom comes back.”

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[jjscrybaby]

prompt 19: ‘here’s my number.’

jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (reader has hair, no use of y/n, first meeting.)

not proofread and also not my best, i’m trying to get back into the hang of writing so i figured that maybe if i start posting my stuff it could give me the motivation again. hope you enjoy! :)

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JJ was sure he knew everyone that lived on the island. Whether they were a Pogue or a Kook, 9 times out of 10 he’d heard of them. Whether it was because there had been a scandal about Mr Anderson cheating on his wife with his secretary, or Mimsy hooking up with Topper Thornton at the most recent kegger, he’d heard of them.

So, when he checked over the itinerary for the delivery’s he was doing for Heyward he knew exactly who lived in the house he was heading to. An older couple, been on the island since they were kids, rich but not overly snobby. He walked up the driveway and knocked on the door, expecting the elder woman to open it since her husband’s recently broken his ankle. He had to do a double take when the wooden door was pulled open and the girl that stood there was anything but an old lady.

You were beautiful, hair tied up in a ponytail and pretty eyes that stared back at him. You looked a little tired, sporting a tee and baggy shorts that he assumed still costed more than his rent based on the logo.

“Hello?” Your sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts, mouth parted as he just stared at you.

“Oh, uh, sorry. Maybe I have the wrong house?” He looked around in confusion. The number was right, but last he checked there wasn’t a beautiful girl living in this house.

“Who are you looking for?” You questioned. He said your grandparents last name, making you nod. “You’ve got the right house.”

He just nodded slowly, handing you the two bags of groceries. They always ordered an absurd amount of bread. “Right. I didn’t realise they had a roommate.”

You giggled at his words, putting the plastic bags down — Kiara wouldn’t be happy — and grabbed your handbag from the side to get out your purse. “I’m their granddaughter.”

“Ohhh.” That made more sense. They didn’t seem the type to look on Craigslist for someone in need of a home. You held a twenty out to him. “Uh, it’s already paid for.”

“A tip,” you explained, nudging your hand closer to him. “Can’t be enjoyable walking around in this heat with all those heavy bags.”

“This is my last stop,” he shrugged, still not accepting the money. He wasn’t sure why, normally he’d be grabbing at it with greedy hands; maybe even trying to talk you into giving him more. Thats what he did with all of Heyward’s other customers.

“Just take the money,” you laughed.

“Twenty’s a bit much,” he argued, tapping his foot against the stone floor.

You hummed, giving him a look he couldn’t read. “Then how about you help me carry my last box upstairs. That mixed in with the delivery seems to add up to twenty.”

If any other Kook asked him to do such a thing he’d say no. He’d probably piss on their plants just for good measure. But you were something else, your little smile did something to him that he refused to acknowledge.

“Sure,” he agreed, stepping into the house. He rubbed his shoes against the mat, not wanting to trail dirt on the white carpet.

“Thanks. My back is killing me,” you complained, leading him further into the house where only a few boxes were left.

He read over them. Clothes. Blankets. Teddies. His face scrunched up in confusion. “Are you movin’ in?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Did you need anything? Some water or coffee or something?”

“Water, please.” He followed you into the kitchen, it was bigger than his entire shack. He leant against the counter, watching you reach up to the glass cupboard. “Where are you from?”

“Uh… all over really. My parents never enjoyed sticking to one place. I’ve been travelling for the last year. I was gonna go home, but after finding out my grandad’s getting more clumsy and my nan can’t take care of him herself I figured I could come help,” you explained, filling his glass with water and ice.

“That’s nice of you,” he murmured. He hadn’t seen either sets of his grandparents since he was a baby. His mom’s parents didn’t reach out whatsoever, not since she dipped, and his dads sent him a birthday card with a twenty each year. If they needed help, he’d probably pretend he didn’t see the message.

You just shrugged, taking your hair out of the pony just to re-do it. “They’re the reason I could afford, like, everything. Plus, I’m expecting some good karma.”

“Good karma?” He chuckled, accepting the cool glass from your hand. “Is that a real thing?”

“Who knows. But if it is, I want it,” you smirked. “So, you’re a delivery boy?”

He shook his head, putting the glass down on the marble counter. “Nah. I’m a busboy at the club, but my friend’s dad does the deliveries and I needed some extra cash.”

“Makes sense,” you murmured. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” he responded. He crossed his fingers that you were the same age, you looked young, but for all he knows you could be thirty and just really hot for your age.

“Me too,” you grinned. He smiled back toothily.

“Cool. So, uh, the boxes?” He asked.

For the next half an hour, he helped you carry up boxes. Your room was on the third floor, in the attic technically. It was bare, just a bed and a closet with a bathroom connected. He couldn’t blame you though, you had just moved in.

Once you were done, you walked him to your front door and held out the twenty again.

“Nah,” he murmured, waving you off.

Your face fell. “What?”

“I don’t need it.”

“You just helped me out for the money, so take the money,” you argued. “I should probably give you more than twenty.”

“How ‘bout this… you could thank me in another way,” he suggested.

“Like what?” Your eyebrows furrowed, head tilting as you looked up at him.

“Could let me take you to dinner sometimes,” he shrugged nonchalantly, although on the inside he felt like he was going to burst.

Your eyes widened in surprise, staring at him for a moment before a soft smile appeared on your lips. “Yeah. That seems fair.”

“Cool,” he grinned. “You got a pen?”

“Sure.” You walked a bit further inside the house, opening up a draw and handing a pen to him. He took it from you and pulled out an old receipt for gas from his pocket. He scribbled over it, a cheesy smile on his face as he handed it back to you.

“Here’s my number, I’m expectin’ a call,” he stated, giving you a wink.

You laughed, pocketing the receipt. “You’ll get one.”

“Cool. Uh, see you soon then,” he said, walking out the front door with a pleased look on his face.

You watched after him, waving as you closed the door. You definitely hadn’t moved to Outerbanks to find a man, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You pulled out the receipt and giggled at what was sprawled on it. Below his phone number was a little note.

Call this number. You’ll have no regrets ;) - JJ

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

I've seen a lot of takes on what would happen if Sonic and Tails returned to West Side Island and confronted the people who were so abusive to Tails, and I had an idea for a somewhat new spin on it.

What if, now that Tails is a world famous hero, the Islanders try to try to basically gaslight him into thinking none of the abuse ever happened? They find out he's coming and they throw a big "Welcome Home" party and give him a medal and stuff, and when confronted about their treatment of him just completely deny or twist it. Like "oh yes I'm so sorry there were a couple kids who were bullies but that happens to everyone you weren't being targeted, and we tried to get them to stop it" or "we didn't know you were alone and homeless, if we knew we would have taken you in" and all sorts of garbage like that

And Tails, who's maybe a tween-young teen now, and no longer has distinct memories from that early in his life, starts to question if maybe he really was blowing things out of proportion. Maybe he really was just bullied by one or two kids, and they weren't really that bad. Maybe people didn't really chase him away and refuse to even let him go through their garbage for food. He knows he has anxiety. Maybe he was just imagining how much everyone hated him. And he almost wants to believe it, to believe that he was never truly hated.

But Sonic remembers. Sonic remembers the gang of older kids beating and violently attacking toddler aged Tails, and only stopping when he physically intervened with his own fists. He remembers questioning the townsfolk about the two-tailed fox he'd seen and being meet with sneers and complete disdain. He remembers how skinny Tails was, how his ribs were visible even through his fur and how he wolfed down the food Sonic offered him so quickly that he nearly threw it up later. He remembers how Tails flinched from any quick movement or attempt at touch. He remembers the long process of gaining the fox's trust, a process that tested his nine-year-old patience as he spent literal weeks urging Tails to come closer, keeping his hands slow and his face friendly, finally getting the fox to join him at the campfire, to walk beside him without dashing away when moved his arm too fast, and then, eventually, to let him touch him. He remembers the first few times Tails let him try to brush out his matted, dirty fur, each knot a testament to neglect, and finding scars and wounds on the skin beneath that spoke of so much abuse. He remembers realizing for the first time that normal, everyday Mobians could be just as cruel as Eggman.

Tails doesn't trust his own memory. But Sonic remembers. And Sonic is not quick to forgive.

[fear-is-truth]

Hi Jackie:), in your husband+fiancé namgyu head cannons (thank you again for accepting my request) you said if he had kids he would never fully step into the father role, and I’m curious if you have any other father namgyu head cannons. Like how he would act with his kids and stuff🩵

PARENTING HEADCANONS ──

CONTENT. what it’s like raising kids with nam-gyu (player 124). headcanons

he’s all for being the ‘fun dad’, but only on his terms. he’ll toss the kid in the air, let them ride on his shoulders, play peekaboo, the whole shebang. but the second they start crying or fussing, he’s out. literally just disappears from the situation and acts like he was never there.

falls asleep with the baby on his chest. it happens all the time, but it’s never intentional. one minute he’s lying down with them, next he’s knocked out. baby’s just curled up on him like a tiny heater. cute.

gets jealous of the attention you give them. if he walks in and sees you rocking the baby, whispering to them, he just kind of stands there for a second like huh. then suddenly he’s sitting closer, making it weirdly obvious that he’s there. might put a hand on your thigh or your shoulder, casual but possessive. worst case, he straight up just goes, “how much longer you gonna be doing that?”

actively avoids any situation where the baby is crying. the moment there’s screaming, he’s suddenly busy doing anything else. if you call for him, he just pretends he didn’t hear.

traditional views, but mostly out of convenience. he expects you to do the heavy lifting with the baby—feeding, changing, night shifts—because in his mind, that’s just how it should be. he’s the provider (even if you’re also working, he just… ignores that part).

ideally prefers a son, but wouldn’t really mind having a daughter.

when the kid gets older, he becomes a bit more involved. toddlers are more manageable. they don’t need diapers, they can talk, they can walk away when he’s done with them. he likes that. teaches them dumb tricks, probably lets them stay up too late watching cartoons.

definitely the type to bribe them. if they’re whining or throwing a tantrum, he just straight-up offers them money, snacks, whatever gets them to stop. “okay, okay, here, just—shh. don’t tell mom.”

often gangs up with the kids against you. if you tell them no to something, suddenly he’s on their side. “c’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.” if they want ice cream before dinner, guess what? they’re getting ice cream.

absolutely encourages bad habits. swearing? “just don’t say it around your mom.” playing video games all night? “as long as you don’t lose.” talking back? if it’s funny, he’s laughing. you’re the only one actually trying to teach them manners.

doesn’t really do discipline. if the kid messes up, he brushes it off. “they’re just a kid, it’s not a big deal.” but if they really piss him off, he gets snappy.

discipline is mostly your job. he refuses to be the bad guy. if the kid messes up, his go-to response is “go ask your mom” or “what did your mom say?” he lets you handle all the serious stuff so he gets to be the favourite parent.

if they come up to him and ask for something, he just nods while scrolling his phone. doesn’t even think about it. you have to be the one to shut it down later.

plays rough but knows how to hold back. he’ll wrestle, let them throw punches, even pretend to lose, but the second they get close to actually hurting themselves, he switches. catches them mid-fall, stops them before they knock something over.

he’s lazy with parenting but still gets all the love. doesn’t do any of the hard work, doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night, doesn’t deal with tantrums. but somehow, he’s still their favourite. drives you insane.