#this is almost def incoherent but i needed to get it out

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Do you think you could do like God of chaos reader and Bill torturing the pines or just reader interacting with them in general?

-™️ anon

𝙾𝚏𝚌! 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 ^^

Bill x God of chaos reader + Pines family:

Since you are an omniscient being you instantly knew something would happen with the twins when the moved in for the summer, so you kind of just kept an eye on them for Bill.

Assuming you can't (or just don't want to) give Bill a physical form, you would be the one doing most tormenting as you would actually be able to Yap into the world

When you first met Dipper and Mabel you probably related to Mabel more, selfish, chaotic, willing to do anything for fun?? If that isn't the perfect embodiment body you I don't know what is.

Much like Bill you probably didn't understand the body between them "they're so different, how could they possibly BARE each other" takes you a while to wrack your brain on that one.

Either way readers probably just goofs with the twins since they're insignificant and fun to watch, almost like a show!

Stan and Ford are different however

Even though you and bill are a 'thing' he's still hung up on SIXER, you're not jealous, you're THE god of chaos... What could one puny old man have that made Bill so obsessed with him.. Not jealous or anything...

Not a good opinion on Ford

Surprisingly you don't hate Stan too much, he does remind you of Bill in some ways.

Now the tormenting hc's

Ford gets the blunt of it all, when he gets back from the portal your pretty quick to start messing with him

You aren't allowed to do anything rash because Bill still 'needs him'

Pages from important documents are gone, the ink from every paper dissolved into incoherent madness, etc

"Aw he likes these cute little cryptids? Aren't they just adorable... Woops they're extinct"

Oh and during weirdmaggedon where your ALLOWED to torture Ford with Bills full permission?? It's just horrendous.

Bill especially likes when you start showing Ford his past, every single mistake he made with bill, every single obvious red flag that he ignored, the look on his face is Hilarious.

For Stan and Ford you'd show memories of their childhoods and then suddenly go and steer it to Stan getting kicked out, Ford getting pushed in the portal, just the worst memories the bit he of them have

Stan individually, you'd show an alternate universe where Ford stayed, and they supported each other, sailing the Stan o' war, being close.. You let him summer in the feeling before ripping it away, playing fires horrified face as Stan pushed him in the portal, over, and over, and over again

For Dipper you'd let Bill take over, he seemed to hate him way more than you, Bill would mock him, etc, etc, but if we're going on the tormenting part he'd def replay memories of his parents yelling at each other, as Dipper overheard.

For Mabel, actually tormenting her, you'd gdo the same thing for everyone else, Dipper is with her, her friends are there, she has a cute boyfriend, everything is perfect , then suddenly, everything is dark and grey, lifeless, even her scrapbook, full of bright memories falls apart in her hands.

Hope you liked them, if you want anything changed just ask!!

[endenope]

Do you think gallagher is into breeding and anytime sunday and him do the bazinga, he begs to breed sunday (not in a pathetic way but if y'all like pathetic gallagher that works too)

i can see him occasionally indulge in it for dirty talk but sunday is the one whos secretly REALLY into it and they discover it by accident, like (here we go again, me and my horny ramblings and ideas sry)

gallagher offhandedly doing it one day, mostly bc of sundays lovely habit of calling/comparing him to a dog so gallagher is like 'welp, gotta act like one then' to mess around. bites into his neck (not too hard to draw blood but enough to leave marks), laps at the marks, tells him how hes going to fill him up, breed him until it takes and hes round with their pups and its all dirty incoherent babbling (tfw pussy too good) but the feeling of sunday tightening around him sm it brings gallagher back to his mind makes him realize how much he liked that. he def brings it up, chuckles breathlessly, "would you like that, birdie?" and sunday would try to deny it but its so obvious to both of them how much he loves the idea of gallagher fucking his seed into him, breeding him, getting him full and pregnant. he feels ashamed at how hot his body grows by it

since that discovery, every now and then gallagher would subtly rearrange their position so he can drive deeper into sundays body, or ease him into a mating press, or hold a large hand over his womb to move his body back against his-- asking him if he may cum inside, breed him, and sunday has to bite his lips so he doesnt let out an eager, mindless chant of "yesyesyes" and simply nods, wings hiding his mouth and gallagher huffs, "need your words, baby" and sunday snaps bc hes impatient and embarrassed and yes gallagher wants his verbal consent but also enjoys teasing him way too much so he yells at him to get on with it and fill him up and-- gallagher being a good dog, even if he loves messing around he always listens to his master and thats what he does. bites into sunday as he pumps him full and its enough to send him over the edge, the feeling of getting bred properly and after gallagher carefully pulls out, its sunday who mindlessly reaches down to stuff the cum spilling out back in and it almost drives gallagher crazy and if it wasnt for his refractory period and middle age, hed immediately dive in for another round and devour his bird whole--

ofc sunday pretends none of that happened or that it was jsut some halovian hormones or whatever bs playing w him that had him acting like that but ofc both know its all lies. hes just really into breeding or gallagher bringing it up in his disgusting filthy (hot) dirty talk

sry this got super long, i kinda got possessed and had to write out this specific mental image/scenario i had hhhsuhh......might draw this auhg

[fettuccin-e]

Make The World Quiet

Okay okay but hear me out,, mommy kink with Matty, okay?? I love him so much, and I know he'd rail me to pieces, but i also know that he needs to BE railed until he's all mushy and pliable (also given the fact that he slept with Jen i def think that she could hulk out and dom him and he would LIKE IT) so yeah here u guys go (Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, mommy kink, slight edging, blowjob lol)

Matt feels like he’s dying.

He’s been on the brink of death before; stabbed in the stomach, gunshot wounds to the chest, being crushed under rubble. He knows what dying feels like.

But here, right now, with you? Nothing, nothing he’s ever experienced compares to this. Fuck, Matt doesn’t know if he’s going to make it out alive.

Your head has been between his thighs for what has to be an hour now, his hand buried in your pretty hair, dragging your lips up and down his dripping cock. From the position, you on your knees beside your shared bed while he sits atop it, Matt fucking your face, it seems like he has all the power. But Matt knows better. He knows you’re letting him do this; that you, even with your bruised knees and puffy lips, have control over him. Over his mind, his body, his fucking soul.

“Baby, baby, please let me cum,” he whimpers into the quiet of the room, the only sounds echoing in his ears are his little grunts and moans and your obscene slurping around the length of him. “Can’t hold it anymore, y’feel so good, sweetheart.”

But you pull off his cock as soon as the words leave his lips, leaving him aching again. The whine he lets out is demeaning, embarrassing, but you wrap your hand around his cock, jacking him slowly while Matt hears you giggle softly.

“My sweet boy, you’re gonna cum before you’ve even gotten my pussy?” You’re teasing him, you’ve been teasing him for the past few hours since he got home from work, and Matt hates that it’s working. “Come on baby, you want to be inside me? You’ve been so good.”

Matt nods frantically, unthinking and delirious. “Please, please let me have you baby? I need it so bad. Please sweetheart, ple-”

You quickly grab his chin, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “We both know that’s not what you want to call me right now, is it baby?” He whines again, but you shush him softly. “Ah, ah, come on. You can do it sweetheart. Whose pussy do you want right now? Tell me, honey.”

“Mommy,” Matt whispers softly, but you hear it, and Matt can feel your soft smile against his cheek.

“Good boy, baby,” you say, “lay back for me?” And Matt shoves himself backward, laying himself onto the soft silk sheets. He barely has a chance to prepare himself before you’re standing and straddling him, working the tip of his cock into your dripping cunt.

And Matt knows, he knows, that this is the closest he’ll get to heaven. You moan as you sink down onto him, tight pussy clenching as you work your hips, and Matt almost rips a hole into the sheets with the effort not to thrust up into you, not to fucking cum inside you, right then and there. He’s mumbling nearly incoherently, little praises of “Mommy, mommy, your pussy feels so good, you’re so tight, my love, so fucking warm, god.”

And you can’t help but think how pretty Matt looks, all flushed and red, nipples still puffy from how you played with them hours earlier, chest heaving with his labored breaths. You rock your hips against him, running your nails down his chest as Matt chokes on a moan.

“You’re so good, baby,” you say, and Matt keens under the praise. “Your cock is so big, sweet boy. Fills me up so good. You stuff me so full, Matty.”

“Please, mommy,” Matt groans, lips red and puffy from his biting.

“What, baby,” you ask, leaning down to nuzzle under his jaw, leaving soft kisses on his sensitive neck. You’re still grinding your hips, his balls and thighs all sticky from your sopping pussy. “What do you need, Matty?”

“I need, I need-” Matt stutters, struggling to take a breath. “I need to fuck you mommy. Oh god, please mommy, please let me fuck you? Need it so bad.”

Matt knows that it's a long shot, that you could easily refuse him, and he’d let you, just as he’s been letting you refuse him for hours. But you grin between the kisses you’re leaving on his neck, your hips finally coming to a stop. “You’ve been so good, my sweet baby. Come on, baby, you can fuck me.”

Matt doesn’t need to be told twice.

Matt tries not to mourn the loss of you around his cock as he slips out of you, quickly rolling you over. He slots himself between your spread thighs, shoving himself back into your gaping cunt, relishing in the pretty moan you let out. Matt’s eyes roll into the back of his head, a sharp gasp escaping his throat at the overwhelming heat of you.

He bucks into you uncontrollably, slamming into your pretty cunt with reckless abandon. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, hips working endlessly into you, balls slapping against your ass as he mouths at your soft skin.

Your nails are digging into his back as he ruts into your pussy, punching little ah, ah, ahs, out of your chest with every thrust.

Matt’s world is beautifully, blissfully silent, save for the sound of your skin slapping together, your pretty little moans, and your quick, overwhelmed heartbeat. Matt knows that that’s why you do this, take control, even though he fights it. He’s always the one in control, always the one calling the shots, at work and as Daredevil, except for when he’s with you like this. You mold his mind for him, take control of his senses, allow him to fall into this delirious state, drunk on your pussy.

You clench so fucking tight around his cock when you cum, a garbled “Matty, fuck, oh god-” leaving your lips as your hips shake and your vision goes white.

Matt is just babbling feverishly into your neck, a long string of “Thank you, mommy, thank you, oh god. Love your pussy, thank you for giving me your pussy, y’always make me feel so good, shit-” and he’s cumming, thick cum shooting deep into your pussy, all while he thanks you.

He doesn’t let you go for a long time, his strong arms wrapped around you as he twitches with the aftershock of his orgasm. You run a calming hand down his back, lightly tracing his scars while you wait for him to breathe normally again. You praise him softly, whispering into his hair, “You did so good, Matty, my sweet boy. Made me feel so good baby, you’re so perfect.”

After a few minutes, Matt slips himself out of your pussy and rolls over again, keeping you wrapped tight in his arms.

“Thank you, baby,” Matt murmurs, and you smile.

“You’re welcome, Matty,” you say, and Matt can feel the warmth of your smile. He can’t hold back a grin of his own. You close your eyes, nuzzling into Matt’s chest as you say, “I love you, Matt.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Matt whispers back, smiling softly to himself when he hears your breathing even out, snoring gently. Matt isn’t far behind, falling asleep quickly with the world warm and comforting and still blissfully silent.

[bisexualdawnsummers]

fsdkjdafldsf. INCOHERENT SHRIEKING. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

thank u so so much for writing that & esp for setting it w/ them as teens- that's my absolute fave era of themmmmm!!!!!! i'm literally in the process of attempting to write fic of them in college era, (which has some thematic similarities to this sooooo that made it even more awesome to read haha & the added bonus of giving me inspo to continue writing!!)

ANNYWAY u need to know that i had to put my head in my hands twice & throw myself out of my chair onto the floor once while reading this due to Freaking Out!!!!!!! head in hands count:

-once at “Let’s fucking leave.”  bc i literally Forgot that that was the prompt I had submitted because I was already so invested in reading & i also physically gasped when he said that!!!!!

-and again at "He reached up to again wipe the tears from Michael’s cheek, seemingly oblivious to the ones leaking from his own eyes. “Christ, you’re pathetic,”

& then i fell out of my chair @ "Michael read between the lines and understood what he was really saying–he was fluent in Brian Kinney after all: I’m not going anywhere. Not without you. " & almost started cryinggggg bc GODDDD

other lines that generally killed me:

-This was one of those deep, soul-crushing kisses that Brian seemed to dole out on special occasions. 

-Uncle Vic’s shadowed eyes, the pain lurking under his smile like he felt guilty sometimes for still being alive.

tldr that was so freaking good & i love their bestfriendship-bordering-codependency-bordering-truelove which is so strong here <3333

i would beseech you to put it on ao3 (whenever it returns to us :( ) so that i can bookmark it for easily accessible rereading in the future! (totally ur call tho, no pressure!)

omg!!! I am the one freaking out now because this is such wonderful feedback <3

One of the things that is so compelling to me about Brian and Michael is allll the history between them. There is so much to explore and never get bored. The teen era is very special because that's where this incredible connection was first formed, and it's so interesting to me!

One of my fave fics So Come and Dance With Me alternates timelines beteween pre and post series and has a lot of great teen years stuff in it. If you haven't checked it out yet, I can't rec it enough. It's like everything I could ever ask for in a Brikey fic (expect the last chap was never posted, so it's technically a wip, but ends in a good place imo)

And !!!!! at your college era brikey fic!!! I'm so glad that this fic was able to inspire to continue it. I am very excited for that. I hope the writing goes well. Please please please let me know when/if you finish/post it!

I want to thank you again for the prompt. It was so fun writing for them again. It also reminds me that I have a few wips that I should dust off and try to finish at some point.

It looks like ao3 is back up, so I will def post this there. I just need to come up with a title first - if you have any suggestions lmk :)

Thank you again again for the kind words on this fic - it means so so much. I am so happy that you liked it, you have no idea!

[undervaluedagent]

Duck does 100% care for Yellow Guy even if he's a twit: an incoherent ramble written by a Duck apologist. (Now under a read more because I know how to do that now!)

Quick note: this post may use ideas discussed in and was inspired by this post:

In Jobs, Yellow Guy acting strange and aging at an alarming rate is what gets Duck to break out of the world. Duck is a creature of habit. When things are as they always are, he feels safe. And when his friends are acting as they always are, he feels both he and they are safe. To Duck, the fact that Yellow Guy has changed so drastically from what he knows of him is a clear sign that something is wrong. This is a trend throughout the series for Duck to see things are wrong when his friends are acting off, as mentioned in the linked post.

Duck also freaked the fuck out when Yellow had an accident, and he went to get the med kit to save him the best he could! Even when Yellow's changed almost beyond recognition, Duck doesn't want him to get hurt.

In the Memories song, it's mentioned that Duck A) Told Yellow Guy about the military, and B) Told him he was far too weak to join. I'm gonna be slightly autistic for a second because all these puppets are bloody autistic, but Duck explaining his interests to Yellow Guy is a sure sign that Duck likes and trusts Yellow Guy. Now, when Duck said Yellow was too weak to join. That's mean, right? Well, yes. But think about it: Yellow's not shown any actual signs of physical weakness throughout the series, so chances are Duck is talking out of his ass. Why? Because the military is dangerous! And Duck doesn't want Yellow to get hurt! But Duck doesn't want to express that openly, so he hides it behind insults!

The. Entire. Family. Episode. Duck labels Yellow as the pet because this boy can't help himself, he has to poke fun. But of course this still means Duck considers Yellow part of his family! And he really doesn't want Yellow to leave him, along with Red of course but this ain't about him. Duck is uneasy the whole time they're at the twins' house because his friends are being changed, but less of their actions and more their role is being changed. They're going into a role away from Duck. Then Duck sings the family song, where he's clearly struggling to cope with the loneliness of not having the other two around. He misses them so dearly already, and he tries to convince himself he can live without them and it's heartbreaking, this bird loves his friends and has nobody else and never has had anyone else because there's three of them! Then at the end of the episode Duck asks what happened to the other family, showing a modicum of concern for what happened with Yellow while he was gone!

Not as much to say about Friendship, but he and Red both make Warren stick around because they want to help get Yellow back, and at the end Duck sings that song to Yellow along with Red to reassure him they don't hate him and they're still his friends. Sure, there's the fight at the end, but that was mostly for comedic effect lol.

(Nothing to say about Transport but it's cute how Duck and Yellow scream in tandem when the clipboard is insulted.) EDIT: After Red Guy says that he hates the clipboard and hates the house and Yellow Guy expresses distress, Duck goes to reassure him "he doesn't mean that." EDIT TWO: Duck resting his head on Yellow's shoulder for a moment. This has me thinking, Red's acting kinda weird in this episode, causing Duck to view Yellow as the more stable one at least temporarily. This isn't expressed much since Duck's kinda checked out for most of the episode but I think it might be the case.

Electricity. Oh boy. This one def got people a bit miffed at Duck, and for good reason. He did steal Yellow's accommodations that he needs. But he was also the one to give the new batteries to him in the first place, out of concern about the condition of the old batteries. Duck took them away later because he was scared. When his friends act different, something goes wrong. And Yellow is acting very, very different. In fact, Duck likely thought Yellow's intelligence would get him hurt eventually! Because he's acting wrong, and that means something worse than what usually happens is going to happen to him. Listen to Duck, he's so upset and stressed. He doesn't know what's going to happen. Is Yellow going to get sick of them and leave? Is he going to get hurt for not following the rules of this world? Is he going to get killed for it? Duck isn't malicious. He's anxious, he's traumatized. And he was happy to have Yellow back to normal and shredding things at the end. He was happy his friend was back to normal and everything worked out okay. EDIT THREE: Duck asking Red about Yellow in the fridge scene too, he hasn't forgotten about his other friend

Not from the TV series, but Duck and Red saving Yellow the last boiled egg from the chicken picnic because they love him. That one's pretty straightforward and sweet.

Lastly, the It's Nice That interview. Dubiously canon, but in it, Duck responds to the question "Who do you love?" with "Anyone who loves me back." Look at Yellow. Yellow definitely, absolutely loves Duck. And so, Duck must love him too.

(I ask that you don't tag or comment on this as a direct father/son relationship, I respect your headcanon, but this post assumes Yellow Guy is an adult and the DHMIS trio doesn't do strict nuclear family dynamics. Thanks for reading!)

[gideongrovel]

spicy oversharing don't look,,,, this is just incoherent rambling thoughts right off the dome, if I don't type it out my brain won't shut off

I really need Chop to lovingly degrading me while fucking me rn,,,,, 😔 mans never shuts up on regular/normal occasions,,,, so just thinking about how much more vocal and all the lil grunts and moans he would be making during sex has me bouncing off the walls,,,,, like I won't him so bad,,,,,,

Thinking of his hands roaming over my body,,,, he has really nice hands,,,, I want him grabbing on my hips and thighs as he pulls me in closer,,,,, I'm pretty dysphoric about my chest,,, but I would feel comfortable with Chop if he wanted to touch me there, it would feel nice and I trust him not to be icky about it,,,, And uuuh his fingers I need them in me,,, like for a lil bite oooor in me,,,,, 👁️👁️

the fact that he canonically he has a button that says "sit on a happy face" is something I think about almost everyday,,,, like he is into that,,,,👀 but doing that or like receiving head in general isn't something I ever thought about doing with any fo before Chop,,,,,, 😅 like me doing it to my f//os I have def thought about but I'm not super horny for most fos,,, only few I actually have sexual thoughts about,,,,, but with Chop idk why but so many different things I wouldn't wanna do with any other fos I would do with Chop,, things that idk if I even would be into I would wanna explore them with him,,,,, 👁️👁️ like there's so much stuff I didn't like before, but the thought of doing it with Chop has me in that "hear me out" mindset 😭 and his stupid pickup truck I think about doing it in there all the time,,,, br33ding minus the potential offspring being made 😭😭😭😭

also don't get me started on how canonical (stated by his actor and director of the movie) if Chop scratches his plate in the right spot he can get off instantly,,,,, 😭😭😭😭😭 like they both say it's like in a specific spot for him to do it, I'm sure sometimes he's scratching it just because it itches and not for pleasure reasons,,,, but like me touching his plate or giving it a lil smooch is still so exciting to him,,,, since like it's still sensitive and my hand being so close,,, so close to that spot that any second it could be picked at is enough to also excite him 😩 like idc if that's gross I would 1000% lick that plate no hesitation 🙃 but I think about sitting in his lap facing him and just playing with his plate and feeling him excited beneath me,,,,, or him actually fucking me on his lap while I play with his plate 🏃🏾‍♂️ also playing with his plate while he eats me out also has my brain shortcircuit and does to his brain as well 🙃 Also his lil hairs on his head are so fucking cute to me!!! I wanna play with em so badly as well,,,, like the feeling of his scalp and the chucks of hair like that,,,, like idk why but I think it would feel nice to play with stim wise 😅 like during like spicy times or just even casual chilling times,,,, let me play with your hair boy,,,, wanna twirl it between my fingers,,,,, his entire just has so many textures happening I must feel,,,, plate, the skin around the plat, the bald part of his head, his lil hairs, his slight stubble,,,,, must smooch!! 💞💞💞💞

I just love my wife so much 😭😭😭 and I want us to be together and the fact that we never can is so painful,,,, he is my soulmate,,,, hes made me so much happy since meeting him,,,, and he's helped me on such a deep level,,,,,,,, which i think my bond with him being like this is probably some of the reasons Ive felt more sexual thoughts for him then any other fo,,,, since I just wanna do everything with him, and be his everything 🥺🥺🥺🥺 like I feel so safe and carefree being with him,,,,, like I will be vulnerable in every sense with that man,,,,,,

[chestharrington]

No you are so right s3 was one of the worst seasons, besides vol2 of s4. Like the shift from small town spooky vibe to whatever was going on in s3 was so glaring. Besides scoops troop and Elmax, the season really hadn't anything to offer. I hated the pro capitalism campaign and damn Russians=communism being the source of all evil, like it's literally done in every other movie or show. They could have explored more of the lab or introduced Vecna in s3 already but nope. Also as much as I love Hopper (minus s3 bc wtf was up with him) he should have stayed dead. The Russian plotline in s4 was so unnecessary and dragged everything out. They could have used that time to spend more on other characters development. Bigger budget doesn't mean let's put every cgi move into it which they absolutely did in s3 and to some extend in s4. Like the show should have never gone into this action/marvel genre. It's such a shame, fr. Season 4 up until vol2 was okay, I was surprised and kinda excited but then vol2 happened and honestly it's now a tie with s3 for me. It was the longest season but it felt like nothing was answered at all. I know it was done on purpose for s5 because they pick it up right there but in vol 2 the 2 days time jump was one of the worst cop-outs ever. So much happened in vol2 but at the same time nothing happened at all if that makes sense.

It's so frustrating to watch because the characters are amazing but they are stuck in a show that doesn't care for them at all. Like Joyce omg s1/2 she was so amazing and involved but ever since s3 she is usee as Hoppers action girl side chick. The real Joyce would never leave her kids after everything what happened. She would know about El being bullied and Jonathan smoking weed, cmon she def smoked some blunts with Hopper when they were in hs. I don't need to mention how disappointing Steve's storyline was for s4 because we are all complaining since vol1 really. Same with Mike really, I know he gets a lot of hate but damn he isn't allowed to be a real character since s3 because he's stuck in this love triangle and that's everything he has going on. Jonathan isn't his own character as well since he's Nancy's boyfriend same is probably happening to Steve in s5 because already in vol2 he was nothing more than Nancy's bitch. Lucas is always underrated and underused. The only thing the Duffers got right in terms of characters is handling Max's storyline in the correct way.

SO true anon. It’s late so I’m going to address what I can!

The two day time jump was bullshit. They wrote themselves into a hole LITERALLY. The fissure literally burned the town up and dissolved Jason in half… how the fuck did Nancy, Steve, Robin, and Dustin get through?? It’s like this thing I read on the Myreneese Knot in game of thrones— the inability to continue the game of thrones novels due to all the logic in the plot tying Daenerys in Essos. By all rational means, they should have been stuck in the upside down, and that would’ve been a kind of baller plot! But they decided to cop out and let them mysteriously escape 😋

And I totally agree with like the characters being stuck in a show that doesn’t care about them. A lot of the characters that I care about are becoming caricatures of themselves. Like robin’s shift from season 3 to 4 was. Drastic. It almost felt like a different person to me, but maybe I just need to do a better rewatch! I think the same can be said for Steve, Hopper, and Nancy off the top of my head.

And like. For being part of the core of the show— Lucas and Will are criminally underutilized. It feels like as of lately they’re both being reduced to their relationships with Max and Mike respectively. Does that make sense?

Sorry if this is rambly and incoherent!

[haunted-house-heart]

so i had a thought the other that made me cry and i'ma try to explain it bc i need someone else to know of it. it's two am i havent slept and i'm ✨emotional✨ so idk if this'll make any sense. over explaining incoming

tw for brief mention of abuse, homophobia and death, specifically of trans people but i'm not gonna talk about that like, explicitly. and also spoilers for the raven cycle

so. there's a quote for the raven cycle that i 100% want as a tattoo. it's "if you can't be unafraid, be afraid and happy." (henry cheng in the raven king). it's so so important to me and i'ma explain why:

i started reading the raven cycle the same year i realized i wasn't straight. the series immediately became my favorite books Ever (this was in 2016, and they're still my favorite today). adam parrish was the first bisexual character/person i'd ever known. i didnt even know bisexuality was an option before this, and i related to his situation (abusive family) and i ended up id'ing as bi for, like. i think like a year after that (until i found out what aro/ace was).

and i was scared. i was 14 and living in an abusive household with homophobic family members. and i read that line in the raven king: "if you can't be unafraid, be afraid and happy." and it stuck with me. it's stuck with me for six (6) years now.

because as a queer person, specifically as a trans person (even more specifically as a nonbinary person) i'm so scared. i'm so scared all the time. i'm very out, and that's how i want to live my life but there are times- just the other day i was downtown when it started getting dark and i was wearing a big trans flag button and i could see it so clearly, a thousand deaths i could suffer for being myself (i took the button off and put it in my pocket).

i don't think i'll ever stop being scared but i am proud of who i am. i'm happy as myself, i'm happy being nonbinary.

if you can't be unafraid, be afraid and happy.

they can't take that from me. the minute i trade my pride for fear they've won.

if you can't be unafraid, be afraid and happy.

and i am.

and i was explaining this the other day and i got hit with this thought.

that scene in the raven cycle, when they write "remembered" on noah's carr

to do both. "if you can't be unafraid, be afraid and happy." for me, and "remembered" for the ones that didn't make it. for the trans people who fought for us, for the trans peoplewho just tried to live their lives.

i'm not explaining this as well as i'd like but i really hope it makes some sort of sense

i made a mock up type thing for what i was thinking of:

(please dont like, use this anywhere)

its not perfect but im calling it quits for the night

the flowers are amaryllis (for pride) and forget me nots (for remembrance)

[jollyrancher87]

Punch Drunk

🐸Mando x Fem! Reader🐸

Because we need some serotonin Right NOW!! Please excuse any misspellings I rushed editied this.

Summary: Mando has had a little TOO much fun after capturing a very lucrative bounty.

Rating: soft M, just to be safe, it gets a lil saucy. 18+

Warnings: Fem! Reader, drunk Mando, mentions of saucy intentions, sweet talk, Soft! Mando, a little bit of an emotional drunken Mando, slight breeding kink maybe?

🐸🐸🐸

It had taken you hours, but you had finally gotten the Child settled into bed. He'd been an absolute terror today. Refuseing to eat his meals, he always preferred when Din fed him. He threw a fit when you tried to give him a bath, wailing and climbing up you when you tried to set him into the warm water, Din always knew how to get him in the tub with no problem. Tucking him into bed, forget it. He kept sneaking out whenever you turned your back. You knew why he was so fussy, Din had been gone for two days from the Crest. A bounty was offered to him by Greef Karga, far too lucrative to ignore, he said he'd be back as soon as possible. You knew better than to worry, but still, a twist always formed in your gut when you looked out the hatch and didn't see him makeing his way home on his speeder.

You settled down into the cot, the lights dimmed, a night of restless sleep ahead of you. Nothing but the soft breath of The Child, and the hum of the Crest to keep you company. You almost drifted off to sleep, but the hiss of the hatch opening startled you awake. Your heart jumped to your throat as you reached for the blaster you kept under the cot, ready to face the intruder despite how much you were shaking. The booted footsteps of two people echoed through the hull, men you could only assume, you were ready to scramble over to a hiding spot until you heard the distinct laugh of Karga.

Your shoulders dropped, you felt dizzy as your adrenaline fell, but the relief you felt out weighed any discomfort. You sank onto your knees on the cot, putting the blaster back under the cot.As they made their way into the hull, you suddenly remembered you had stripped down to your thin silken underdress. You wrapped your blanket around yourself to hide the sheer fabric from your guests eyes.

You let out a gasp as they rounded the corner. Greef was struggling to walk as he bared the beskar covered weight of Din. Greef had one of Dins arms braced across his shoulders while he held onto Dins waist. Din's helmet covered head lolling from side to side, his feet practically dragging, his body leaning to the side like he was about to fall over, incoherent mumbling coming through his modulater. Karga laughed and patted his back.

"You've arrived my friend." He noticed you in the bed,"oh, please excuse us, we didn't mean to wake you."

You scrambled from the cot, not careing about how sheer you shift was. You rushed to Din, your hands settling on his helmet, trying to keep his head up.

"Maker! What happened? Is he hurt?" You asked Karga frantically,"Din? Mando? Are you alright?"

"He's fine, he's fine." Karga assured, as he slowy helped Din stand on his own," we were just celebrating! The biggest bounty he's ever acquired, in the shortest time too!" He pat Dins shoulder, the sudden impact makeing Din lean into you. You let out a squeak of suprise from how heavy he was. Karga swore and apologized again as he helped Din stand up right.

"So...he's-"

"Drunk!" Karga laughed,"and he deserves it, that bounty can buy you both a new ship. Hell it could buy you a palace. He'd never have to work again if he wanted. Course we know that won't happen."

"How did he get drunk?" You asked,"He can't drink anything with his helmet on."

"Thats where you're wrong," Mando said, his voice slurred and slow, his head lolling to the side,"I can.....jus need a really....really...really long straw."

"Oh Din." You sigh.

Din suddenly gripped Kargas jacket pulling him up to him.

"L-look at her..." Din slurred through the modulator as he gazed at you," She's so...pretty." he says,"have you ever seen anyone so pretty?" Karga just laughed but was cut off when Din shook him, "Well HAVE YOU?" he snapped.

"No, can't say I have Din." Karga reassured, patting his hand,"You're a very lucky man."

You felt your face grow warm at the complement. You dipped your head and made your way to help take off Dins jetpack.

"I am lucky," he mummered," prettiest girl on the whole galaxy...on my ship...caring for my son." You heard a faint sniffle from him as you set the heavy pack on the ground.

"Its ok,Din." You say softly, placing your hand on his chest plate. He rested his leather clad hand over yours as he looked down at you."Thank you for bringing him back to me in one piece," you said to Karga,"I can take it from here."

Karag nodded and said his good bye, slapping Din on the back before leaving, the hatch shutting with a loud thud.

You looked up to Din, his gaze burning through his visor down to you as he slightly wobbled. Suddenly he lunged forward, his helmet smacked against your face, making it sting. His hands gripping your ass , kneeding it harshly.

"Ow! Din!," you cried, he rubbed his helmet against your face as you gripped his armored shoulders,"what are you doing?" You half laughed.

"Kissing you." He mumbled,"I just wanna kiss you."

You laughed,"Din-"

"Im gonn buy you all the jewels-"

"You know I dont need those-"

"Furs-"

"Din," you coo, carressing his helmet.

"A home."

"That I'd love," you sigh wrapping your arms around his neck as he rests his helmet against your shoulder,"you and me and the Child, in a cozy little home-"

"Gonna fill it with warriors," he mumbled,"a new one..... every year."

You laughed,"thats a lot of babies, Din."

"And I wanna give them to you."

"Alright, you need to sleep." You grin as you try to nudge him off you.

He takes a deep breath and stands up straight.

"I'm going to kiss you." He declared as he wobbled.

"Oh? Where?" You tease as you tried to pull him towards the cot.

"Right here, right now!" He said as if it were a threat.

"No, where do you want to kiss me, Din?"

He raised his hand and tapped his gloves finger against your forehead.

"Here..." he gently gave your cheek a tap,"Here..." he ran his thumb over your lips, "Here." He nearly growled, his chest risieng and falling as his breath got heavier.

He ran his finger over your chin, down your neck,"Here," he sighed, continuing down your chest, makeing his way between your breasts,"Here. Def...definitely here." He shuddered, "I want to kiss you here so bad." He groaned, and ran his large hand smoothly down your stomach,"here." his voice a near shudder as he reached down to your core,"but this...I want to kiss this. I'll take off all my armor, and forsake the Creed, just for the chance to kiss you here."

You took his hand from between your thighs and placed it onto your chest.

"You would?" You smile.

"What?" He snapped,"dont believe me?" He challenged.

You only smiled wider as he ripped his hand away from you.

"I'll do it!"he threatened, you crossed your arms over your chest, brow raised in a challenge. He grabbed his helmet and lifted it off, spiking it onto the soft cot."See! I did it!"

His hair was as unkempt as ever, his deep brown eyes wide and bloodshot as he looked down at you. You stepped forward, and carresed his stubble and scared covered cheeks, and kissed him. Your lips gentle against his as you softly peppered his lips and cheeks with kisses. He was frozen against you, his arms limp at his sides.

"Oh Maker, I just broke the Creed-" he whispered.

You nuzzled against his cheek, running your finger down the bridge of his sharp nose.

"Din...we made our Riduurok four months ago."you whispered. He stumbled back his eyes wide, as he swallowed hard.

"You, you mean...you're my...my..."

"Wow, Din, you are drunk. You need to get into bed." You ordered as you nudged him to the cot making him sit. His mouth hung open as you took off his armor and weapons, genlty setting them to the side.

"You married me?" He nearly wimpered, you placed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Yes Din." You said gently as you took his armor, various weapons and helmet and placed it on a nearby table.

"Really?" He sniffed, you looked back and saw him on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Din," you sigh as you stand between his spread legs, pulling his head to your stomach as you ran your hand through his unkempt hair"yes, really."

"You married me?" He asked as he buried his face into you, his voice muffled,"you're my Riddur?"

You laugh softly," yes, kar'ta."

He sniffed loudly before looking up at you, his eyes brimming with tears. "Really? Like, really really?"

You leaned down and nuzzled his face,"your the only man I'd ever marry my brave, handsome, fiercesome, warrior." You kissed him again.

He stood suddenly, and wiped away a stray tear that slid down his face before a stern look came over him. He cleared his throat.

"I need to give you warriors."

"Cyar-"

He ripped off one of his gloves and tried to undo his flight suit while moving to kneel on the bed,"right now!"

"Baby-"

"Jus- jus lay down, I'll do all the work,"He pulled you down on to the bed as you laughed at his clumsy attempt to disrobe,one arm and half his torso out of his suit.

"Gotta do my duty, fill your belly, with...with my..."he grumbled as he struggled to undo his belt,"seed, DAMN THIS THING!"

You grabbed his hands to stop him, "Din, you've already filled my belly with a warrior, remember, we made our baby after we said the vows."

He slumped down, and blinked, as he sat stunned. You took advantage of his state and nudged him till he layed flat on his back. His eyes staring up at you. He reached up and carresed you're cheek.

"I love you, Mesh'la." He said.

"I know." You sighed,"I love you too my feirce warrior."

"I hope our baby looks like you." He says as you try to roll him onto his side.

"I hope our baby is as brave as you."

"No. You're the brave one," he mumbled into his pillow,"the pretty one, the strong one, with an ass that brings me to ruin."

You had to cover your mouth to keep from busting out laughing. "Go to sleep darling."

"But I wanna look at you." His voice muffled from the pillow.

"You can look at me all you want tomorrow."

"But I wanna look at you now!" He whined.

You sighed and rolled him over to his other side until you were met with his drunk grinning face.

"You're so pretty." He slurred, his still gloved hands grabbing your hip,"c'mere." He urged you down.

You nestled down next to him, his eyes slowly shutting, his hand rubbing your side.

"Look at you," he slurred,"so sweet, so soft...so...so beautiful." His brows furrowd suddenly,"wait..I can't see you! Why can't I see you!?"

"Din open your eyes."

His eyes snapped open, a slap happy grin spreading across his face, "Oh Maker, you're so clever," His hand left your side and landed on your cheek a little harsher than he intended,"how did I find you?"

"I was a bounty remember?"

He was quiet for a moment,"oh yeah....I'm so glad you're a criminal."

"Can you go to sleep for me Din?"

"Can I use your tits as a pillow?"

Before you could respond he was already pushing you onto your back, his face buried into your chest. You sighed and were about to push him off of you but the sound of him snoring stopped you. He was asleep, you were ready to try to drift off into uncomfortable sleep when you heard a coo by your side.

Looking down you were met with the wide sleepy eyes of The Child standing by the bed, his ears perked up with a tiny smile on his face. He climbed up onto the bed and over you, nestling in the small space between you and Din, his little face nuzlleing into your belly.

You groaned, it was going to be a long night.

Thank you for reading xoxo

[coconut-tree-cafe]

Brothers night time routines and favorite sleeping positions!

This kinda turned into skin care/bathing routines plus night time routines lol

Lucifer

Lucifer actually has a pretty intensive night care routine

He always showers in the morning rather than at night but he does wash his face, brush his teeth and apply a mask before bed

When he’s done with his routine he always smells divine, like firewood and something earthy.

He needs to de-stress at the end of the day and keep himself from getting dry skin and wrinkles

He’s meticulous at self grooming and it shows despite the amount of stress and work he accumulates over his daily life

If you ever catch Lucifer sleeping you probably wouldn’t even know

He sometimes sleeps with his eyes open, he sleeps sitting up, he powernaps for 15 minutes at a time sitting up and with his eyes open

someone help this man

When he turns in for the night though, he gets 7 hours of sleep almost exactly if he has plans for the next day which 99.9% of the time he does

He sleeps on his back and is pretty stiff and doesn’t move much

He doesn’t like being stuffy when he sleeps so he usually just sleeps with the sheets on

He has some silk pj’s

Mammon

Mammon showers at night so his nightly routine consists of his usual shower routine

He hates sleeping with wet hair though, so he blow dries his hair before bed

He also has a pretty intensive skin care routine as well, he uses two different facial cleaners plus a face mask while he brushes his teeth

Sometimes he forgets but he’s pretty good about it, he needs his skin to be clear for his modeling gigs

Mammon doesn’t wear pj’s he just sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers because for some reason when he sleeps his body temperature SKYROCKETS

This boy... kicks and turns and flips and does gymnastics when he’s asleep, he’s always moving and mumbling to himself as he dreams

The only thing to stop him is having something to hug as he sleeps, he will bundle up his blankets to cuddle with at night, a pillow, MC

As long as he has something to squeeze at night he will sleep like a baby

He likes laying on his side spooning something

Unless there’s money or his ass on the line, Mammon doesn’t set alarms and sleeps for as long as he wants to

He is naturally a morning person, however

Leviathan

Levi’s night time routine consists of either

Playing a game until he falls asleep in the middle of it

Watching a show until he falls asleep in the middle of it

Playing a game while watching a show until he falls asleep in the middle of it

He doesn’t really have a skin care or bathing routine

He mostly just does it when he wants to or needs to

Levi practically exists in his pajamas anyways, so he rarely needs to change out of his clothes unless he’s wearing his uniform

He sleeps in a tub

The reason is because he enjoys the feeling of something behind him pressed against his back

He likes sleeping on his side and def would like to be a little spoon or lay on someone’s chest

(He’s gotten a lot of experience from his body pillows)

He will either sleep for 4 hours or 14 hours and no in between

Satan

His routine relies completely on his mood, 80% of the time he has a pretty regular regimen (washes face, brushes teeth, puts pj’s on)

While on the other hand sometimes he’s so frustrated he just says eff it and goes to sleep in a pout

He’s usually reading before bed regardless of his mood, however

Satan... talks in his sleep

Like full on sentences, voice totally normal but totally incoherent in subject

Throwback to when Satan was dead asleep on the couch with Asmo and Mammon in the room and he says out of nowhere

“No, you have to come over here first”

Cue confusion

He lays on his back usually, with one leg up

Asmodeus

Before bed and after bed Asmo’s regimen is...

Awe inspiring, for lack of a better word

You could almost say he never finishes his regimen throughout his day, as he has different products to use for different times throughout

I am going to leave everything that he uses up to your wildest imagination

Whatever you have in mind for his skin care routine, double it

Asmo is 50/50 split in how he sleeps, he has plenty of pajamas but he also really likes sleeping completely naked

Asmo also tries to go to bed around the same time every night (on school nights)

On the weekend he’s much more loose

Asmo moves around quite a bit when he sleeps, he doesn’t really change position but he does wiggle and shift around a lot

He likes sleeping on his back the most

Beelzebub

Beel’s nighttime routine involves eating the entire kitchen before bed

No but seriously him going to bed on an empty stomach is unheard of

He doesn’t shower before bed, he showers after his morning workout

Beel doesn’t have much of a routine before bed only the basics

He doesn’t wear much to bed either just his t-shirt and boxers

One thing of particular note though...

He gets up and out of bed at the very least twice a night for snacks

Either MC or Belphegor will have to tell him to not eat in bed or else there will be crumbs everywhere

Beel sleeps on his stomach, he usually has his arm dangling from the bed as well because he gets pretty warm when he sleeps

He drools and snores sometimes too

Belphegor

Belphegor’s nighttime routine is his entire daily routine, as he’s always getting ready for bed at all times

Belphegor will fall asleep just about anywhere and at anytime, at school, at the table, on the couch

But his favorite time is right before bed who could have guessed

It means he gets at the very least 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep

Before bed Belphie showers, puts on a different set of pj’s and goes right to sleep

He has some diffusers that smell of lavender, his bedsheets are always velvet soft and he sometimes listens to nature ASMR while getting to sleep

Belphie does NOT mess around with sleeping, he’s a pro

He loves sleeping in all positions, on his side, on his back on his stomach, ect

He loves the most is 3/4′s between back and side with a blanket squished under his back to prop him up and a pillow to cuddle with

He has it down to a science

[tobiosmilktea]

can i get some GOOD headcanons on kageyama, kuroo, oikawa, and terushima drunkingly confessing time there best friend? similar to how tsukki did it in the number neighbors au 🥰🥰🥰

drunk confessions w/ kageyama, kuroo, oikawa, and terushima

— k. tobio

OK HEAR ME OUT

kags is the type to be hella emotional when he’s drunk, like full on sobbing or just being moody for no reason

it’s definitely not that bad at first, i would think he could handle his alcohol pretty well but once he get a couple shots in THAT’S when moody kags come in

with you being the designated sober for the group, you had to not drink ofc

out of everyone else in the group he’s one of the more difficult ones

near the end of the might where you had to take everyone home, you literally had to force a sobbing kageyama into the uber

“wHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DAMN CUTE FOR?”

homie would be choking in between sobs as you literally apologize to the driver

ngl it’s kinda hilarious

drunk kags = simp kags

“y/n ur so pwetty 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”

like DEADASS HES AN ENTIRELY NEW PERSON

but if he isn’t showering you with compliments, he would be crying into your shoulder about how stressed he has been bc of volleyball

“coach said my sets are getting weird 😔😔”

and then you would sit there awkwardly laughing as you tried your best comforting him

you would run your hands through his hair and he’s literally about to self combust from the contact

by the time your uber arrives to his apartment, trying to pull him out of the car is harder than pushing him into it

his six foot one ass really be making it harder than it should be

once you do finally get him out of the car, he’s completely slumped over you and you try your best to lead him back to his place

his muscular arms strategically placed around and over your shoulders as his feet basically drag on the ground

“y/n~ where are we going?”

“back to your apartment, tobio.”

this is the part where he groans and immediately starts resisting

the thing is it doesnt last long considering he’s completely fucking drained, if anything the moment you past by the threshold into his apartment he was already halfway unconscious

your muscles strained guiding him to his bedroom to which your literally just plop him onto his bed

you sigh to yourself as you felt immediate relief on your body

after a beat or two passed to regain some strength and energy, you tug on kag’s body again to make him properly lay on the bed rather than being at the cusp of falling off

“you’re so fucking heavy, tobio.” you pull his bedsheets over him, “also don’t get out of bed or else i’ll kick you.”

honestly he looked so cute as he was in the process of passing out

“y/n?” he called out before you could leave his side

“hm?”

it was then his right hand would find yours and pull it close to him, mumbling: “you treat me so well, y/n... no wonder why i’ve been in love with you since high school.”

perhaps you ended up not leaving his side that night

— k. tetsurou

homie won’t leave you alone while you guys are out drinking

HES VERY PROTECTIVE

he literally refuses to leave your side as both of you were drinking

i would say kuroo has a pretty strong alcohol tolerance but ngl yours is stronger fr

this obviously led to kuroo getting completely shitfaced at a much quicker pace than you and when he’s drunk, it’s obvious

like REALLY obvious

he’s most definitely a giggly drunk

he probably laughs at every little thing with that obnoxious hyena laugh you love to hear so much

if there was ever a moment you two did split up, you would immediately know where he was the moment his loud ass laughs literally thundered throughout the entire bar

“excuse me, have you seen my friend? he’s tall, has black hair that look’s like a chicken’s—”

*CUE LOUDASS HYENA LAUGH FROM ACROSS THE BAR*

“oop- nevermind”

you were literally on your way to fetch him as it was getting super late and the both of you needed to go home when you saw him stumbling farther away from you

“kuroo! where the hell are you going?” you would shout over the loud conversating crowds and music

he ultimately didn’t hear you as he continued walking towards the bar

you grumbled as your eyes stay locked on his large figure to which he starts climbing a bar stool

“oh my fucking god—kuroo!!”

this dude literally CLIMBS ONTO THE BAR

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!” he yells over the large crowd, everyone’s attention is on him and you were immediately struck with second-hand embarrassment

“MAY I HAVE YOU ATTENTION PLEASE! I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I AM LITERALY HEAD OVER HEELS FOR MY FRIEND Y/N!!”

when i tell you were wanted to drop dead then and there

your eyes widened in shock, your mouth parted, and you stood there completely paralyzed as kuroo points you out in the crowd

everyone surounding you turn towards your figure and your cheeks immediately flushed a bright red and your heart suddenly beating a thousand beats per minute

“IVE LIKED YOU FOR AGES.” kuroo continues, “AND I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU FELT THE SAME”

silence filled the club like a wet blanket as you nervously chuckle

this was so awkward like it’s not even funny

“well?” a random guy from across the bar shouted

you purse your lips, “if i say yes, would you get off the bar and take me out on a real date?”

the biggest smile melted upon kuroo’s lips as he laughs

he jumps off the bar and practically cuts through the crowd just to pull you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received

“god, you’re so drunk.”

“it was my only way of getting myself to finally say it.”

— o. tooru

if you think this boy has attitude when he’s sober just wait until he’s drunk

like literally he’s so mfing sassy and for what reason ??

i dont even think this boy drinks that much let alone has a high tolerance of alcohol

oikawa’s a lightweight (i said what i said 😤)

literally if he downs anything more than three shots, he’s a literal goner

not to mention HES ABSOLUTELY WILD

drunk oikawa — the wild, sassy one

i’d say he’s pretty loud, but def not as loud or confident enough like kuroo to stand on a mfing bar and confess his love

nah, if anything, oikawa’s more rowdy when it’s a party at someone else’s house

he knows to keep himself in check if he’s drinking in public (like he knows from experience and almost got arrested one time for public indecency but it izz what it izz)

so he practically learned to control himself, but if it’s a house party ??

GIRL, YOU GOT A WHOLE STORM COMIN

knowing that it’s at a friend’s house, especially if it’s your house, he’s letting himself get completely loose

he knows you’ll take care of him anyway

throughout the night he’s literally messing around with friends, maybe a game of beer pong would usually get him drunk

put once the party’s over, he would usually be the last one to leave as he was left on your couch passed out

you didn’t even notice he was there until he started snoring

you couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable unconscious state, it was almost as if you wanted to leave him be, but you knew he had to get back home

so you stroll towards his slumped figure on the couch and kneeled on the ground

his cheek was pressed up again one of the cushions and he was dribbling a bit of saliva but you ultimately chose to ignore it

“oikawa,” you muttered as you rubbed his shoulder and shook it

he wouldn’t really respond for the first few times, but after repeating his name after a while, he would start to stir

he would groan and could barely open his eyes

half-lidded, a smile forms on his lips at the mere sight of you

“hey there gorgeous.” he slurrs through his teeth as he continued to stir

“c’mon, get up you gotta get up and go home. i called an uber for you.”

you tried helping him get up, but he just plops down again

“why can’t i stay wit you?”

“cause you don’t live here.”

“i would if we were together.”

your brows furrow in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“i always wanted to live with someone i really liked... and that’s you.” his words were almost incoherent how slurred they were through his drunkened state

“you like me?” you asked just to reassure what he mumbled was truly what you heard

he nods as you brush his tangled jungle of hair out of his face

there was a deep onset of crimson blush that appeared on your cheeks as he did so, your heart beat quickening it’s speed as you sighed in contrnt

“you act like i didn’t know this whole time. you’re quite obvious about your feelings, oikawa.”

— t. yuuji

you and terushima were club regulars

each weekend you were out with him club and bar hopping just for the fun of it

but lately, the more often you do things the more desensitized and bored you get of the same activities over and over again

you and terushima sat in both of your car ready to drive to downtown where all the clubs were when you both lazily sighed

“i’m not really in the mood for loud music and socializing.” you would confess, ready to perhaps hear terushima’s jests of you being a party pooper

but instead he sighs and agrees to your surprise as he’s typically the one dragging you to these places anyway

“same,” he mutters. “i think i’d just hangout with you tonight.”

there was a slight tone in his voice as he peaked at you that you couldnt exactly pinpoint as if you were waiting for the catch

“i still wanna drink though.” he added, there it was

“good call”

from then on you stopped by a convinient store where you and terushima buy the cheapest six pack of canned beer

in the end alcohol was alcohol and you both didnt care about the quality

this was the only case in which you had a lower tolerance than terushima as he could literally handle the strongest of liquors and still act sober

it’s kinda scary as sometimes you can never tell whether or not he’s actually drunk

but as he is a sober drunk, the only way you can tell that he’s absolutely blasted is that he becomes brutally honest with you

that brutal honesty sometimes comes with a childish offhanded joke that you would roll your eyes to

not to mention he sometimes becomes a bit of a perv too

“your ass looks better in the dress you wore last weekend” was one example

and because you both wanted some quiet for once on a late saturday night, you drove all the way to the park where it was quiet enough for you two to relax

terushima had held your hand to help you walk up the steep hill to the top of the park in which oversees a great view of tokyo

with it’s pretty city lights shining upon you two, you and terushima settle yourselves on a bench and crack open your beers

you and him cheers as you two silently sipped at the alcohol

by the time both of you were in your third can of beer, it was obvious terushima was completely wasted

“not gonna lie,” oh here it comes, “your driving sucks.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty

a laugh that he likes so much, it sounded like heaven to his ears and he wanted to make you laugh again and again

“i mean, you’re the one whose making me drive you everywhere all the time.”

he scoffs, humming in response as his half-lidded eyes flickered towards you, admiring how the moonlight reflected upon your face as you breathed in the sky

“you’re so beautiful,” he practically whispers.

“hmm?” you turn towars him with you eyes coated in honey

god he was in deep

“i like you.”

it honestly shocked you at first as your eyes widened into saucers

it was straight and brutally honest confession

just how you like it

[yourlocalauthor]

What Comes Around Goes Around

Chapter Three: Suprise!

Pairing: Topper x OC (eventually?)

Warnings for this chapter: Just some good old fashion cussing, and a slightly scary scene with an older male so take that with a grain of salt.

Word count: 2k

A/N: so excited to be back to writing! get ready for the next chapter it’s going to be exciting <3

Jo drove back home, pissed she didn’t have her lemonade, pissed that her feet and sandals were all sticky, pissed Topper was such a fucking idiot, just pissed at the entire world. Worst of all Jess and Elle went for a day trip on the mainland, and Jo had no one to complain to. She pulled into her driveway, aggressively, just wanting to go lie on her bed and scream. Her mind came to halt as she slammed on her breaks, her face looking like she had just seen a ghost. She had barely put her car into park, before rushing out of it with the engine still running.

“JJ?” She yelled running to the blonde boy who had stood from his position on her front steps. She engulfed him in a hug, tears swelling in her eyes. JJ winced a bit at the hug, but soon his arms wrapped around her, returning the hug, a little tighter than he meant to. The two stood there for a minute just silent. Soon enough the hug came to an end, once Jo realized she was also angry at him. She quickly let go, shoving him.

“Where the fuck have you been? And what the hell happened to your face.” She said now noticing some fresh cuts and bruising. She took his face in her hands examining it, as he started to speak.

“I went out of town for a few weeks, couch surfed with some people on the mainland, and-” He hissed in pain when Jo touched his cheekbone pulling his face away from her. “Jesus Jo!”

“Sorry! Get inside I’ll clean you up and then you’re telling me everything.”

“Yes ma’am” He said, giving her a salute before opening her door. Jo flipped him, before walking back to her car and turning it off.

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“So, I was staying at this shady dudes place, and I think he was watching me sleep so I came back here and slept on some boats, until I accidentally overslept this morning and the cops came and took me to my dad. He was wasted when I got home, so wasted I guess he thought I was a intruder or something cause uh…” He made some punching motions, laughing awkwardly. Jo frowned as she closed up the medical box, and tossed the bloody cotton balls.

“That’s not funny,”

“It is a little,”

She shook her head, starting to bandage him up.

“Where are you staying now?”

“Not sure, probably couch surf some more and then figure it out from there.”

Jo frowned looking at him, she carefully held his face, examining his bruises.

“Absolutely not, you’re staying here. At least until we figure a more permanent solution. My mom wont mind, you just can’t fuck anyone on the couch.”

JJ looked at her trying to keep a straight face, but barely lasting a few seconds before smirking.

“You are a pain in my ass Jackson”

“Oh you love me” She said, rolling her eyes and shoving him again. He winced, reaching for his side. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I’ll get ya some ice.”

“Thanks.”

She walked over to her kitchen grabbing some ice and filling it in a baggie. “So, is there anything you need? Besides this.” She tossed it at him, before sitting down next to him.

“Actually, there is one thing. I left my backpack at my dads.”

“Oh that's fine let's go grab it right now,” Already popping up, and giving him a hand.

“Just one problem… I left it inside by the front door…”

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“No it’s fine, I’ll grab it fast in and out”

“I cannot believe you are doing this for me, I owe you big”

The two sat in Jo’s truck, parked right outside the Maybank house watching. With a deep sigh placing a hand on JJ shoulder.

“If I die, make sure my mom doesn’t find my weed.” And with that she let go and exited the car.

The Maybank house wasn’t much different from when she last saw it. Maybe a few more dead plants but that was it. She didn’t come here often, this only being her seventh or eighth time visiting. Jo took a deep breath, as she stood in front of the screen door. Carefully placing a hand on the handle she pulled it as quietly as possible before stepping onto the porch. She stepped forward, being as quiet as possible when she went to open the front door. Creak The door made a loud creaking noise, as it opened causing the brunette to flinch. ‘Shit.’ She paused, holding her breath as she waited for something to happen. Thankfully nothing did.

She opened the door further peering inside. Her eyes instantly landed on her target, as she stepped inside the old home. She snagged the bag, and almost made it out of the house when. ChackChack.

“Don’t move.”

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck, titty fucking shit mother fucker why the fuck did she even volunteer to do this.’

“I want you to turn around carefully, no sudden movements or I’ll shoot you dead. Ya hear me?”

Jo stayed silent not moving a muscle, fear polluting her body.

“I said did ya hear me?” He cocked his gun again, this time taking a step forward.

“Yes sir.” She said, turning around, now facing him.

“Ain't you that pretty girl JJ hangs with, what business do you have in this house?”

“Sir, your son just asked me to grab his bag, that's all.”

Luke let out a hearty chuckle, the sound filling the house with a haunting echo. “Is that so? Where is the fucker anyway? He too pussy to come in, he had to send in his bitch?”

Jo stood there, not sure what to do or say. This had to be the worst outcome possible from this situation, and it was just her luck she had to actually deal with it.

“Hey! Didn’t your mother teach you any fucking manners? When an adult asks you a question you answer, now where is he?”

“Sir I”

ChackChack

“I’d choose your next words very carefully missy.”

Ptooey

Before she even fully understood what she was doing, Jo spat right at his face and sprinted out the door. She heard him yelling after her, and gunshots firing at her feet, but she just kept running. She swung the car door open, throwing the bag at JJ who huffed in pain. She reversed out of the driveway as possible, and sped down the street. It was only when they were a few miles away did she pull off to the side to take a breather.

“Holy fucking shit.” JJ said, excitement filling his voice. “I have never seen you run that fast before, you came outta there like a cheetah or some shit. Woosh!” He said laughing, before opening his bag.

“Yeah, I know I was there.” She said, rolling her eyes, before relaxing in her seat. “I think my heart is about to explode.”

“The fuck you even do to piss him off?”

“Oh you mean besides breaking and entering into his house? I spat at him?”

“No fucking way,”

“Yes fucking way,”

“You are officially my new hero, we have to throw you a party.”

“What? JJ babes I really don’t need that.”

“Nope! Party in your honor, tonight!” He said nodding, with a determined smile.

“No way you can throw a part in under three hours.”

“Watch me Josephine,”

“Don’t call me that,”

“Josephine, Josephine, Josephi-”

“Do you want to walk home?”

“No ma’am,”

“The shut the fuck up,”

Jo, turned around starting her car up again, heading back home.

“I still don’t believe you’ll be able to do it.”

“Fuck you,”

“Love you,”

Soon the car went quiet, until JJ spoke up.

“So, uh have you heard anything from the Camerons?”

Jo shook her head, tapping her steering wheel.

“I heard they threw a funeral for Sarah, and I did see Rafe at a party a few days ago.”

“Wait what?”

“Jess and Elle managed to drag me to some Kook party and we ran into him, he was def tweaked out. But Topper managed to get us out in one piece.”

“Wait hold up, Topper?”

“Yeah he even offered to drive us home-”

“Well did he?”

“Did he what?”

“Drive you home!” The blonde said in an obvious tone.

“Yeah we were all too wasted-”

“I don’t bye it,”

“Ask Jess,”

“I plan on it.”

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Okay genuinely Jo thought JJ was joking around about the party. There hadn’t been one at the boneyard in weeks, everyone on the cut mourning the loss of John B. But now it was 7:23 and Jess was helping her pick something out.

“I swear to god Jo, you are not leaving this house in a bikini top”

“Jess it’s just a boneyard party-”

“That you’ll be the guest of honor at!”

“Jess babes it’s really not that big of a deal, I just won’t have to pay for my booze.”

Jess rolled her eyes, muttering something incoherently, as she sifted through the closet.

“Aha! Found it, here wear this.”

She tossed the brunette, some white really frilly shirt, causing Jo to frown.

“Absolutely not, here I’ll wear this.”

She pulled out a neon pink bikini, with a pair of black shorts. Jess shook her head, starting to put away the stuff on the bed.

“You are impossible Jo,”

“I know,” She said, smiling before walking over to the bathroom to go change.

“Are we meeting Elle there?” Jess yelled, changing into a pair of denim shorts and a white button up.

“Yeah, she has to wait until her mom gets home though.” Jo said walking back into the room.

“I’ll have to admit, you do look good.”

“Course I do.”

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The drive to the boneyard was weird, for some reason it just seemed like time was going as slow as possible. Not that Jo really cared, her expectations for the part were low. She wasn’t expecting many people to show up, let alone be in a cheery mood. She was actually shocked today, by how lively JJ was. She remembered how devastated he was before disappearing, barely able to crack a smile, and never laughed. But as she pulled up to the boneyard, all her expectations were blown away.

The beach was jam packed, she hadn’t seen this many people here in what felt forever. There was a huge bonfire going, and multiple lines by the kegs, and at the heart of it all, was JJ.

“Holy shit! Did JJ do all of this by himself?” Jess asked, clearly blown away.

“I guess so,” Jo replied, almost at a loss for words.

JJ spotted her truck, and came running. The two exited the car, just as he made his way over a huge grin on his face.

“Jo you made it!”

Before she could respond, Jess butt in, still mesmerized by the situation. “JJ babes, did you really organize this all by yourself?”

“Well mostly, I did have a little help.”

Out of nowhere, Kiara and Pope appeared with two smiles on their faces.

“Surprise,” They both said in unison, still smiling.

Jo ran over to them, engulfing them in a hug. “You guys this is amazing,”

“Well, y’know this party is for you Jo, but we’re also sending a message. We’re letting those figure eight assholes know we're back, and never leaving. Again,” Pope said with a surprising amount of anger in his voice. Jo was a little confused, but didn’t want to question it.

“Well, I guess we’re back bitches!”

The group cheered, before walking over to the beach all catching up, and for the first time in weeks, Jo had forgotten everything that happened. At that moment, she was just there with her friends like it was any regular summer party. Little did she know, that night was about to unravel a series of events she never would’ve seen coming.

[diegosclownshoes]

the s2 plot finally kicks off in this part as the agent and five finally meet and make wonderful first impressions on each other. this part is also reads more like a fic than the last (which you should def read before this for it to make sense if you haven’t bc it sets up the whole scene), since it’s p dialogue heavy, and pretty much all from the agent’s pov, but it’s still more on the draftish, notesish side. also some of the original scenes bw five and elliott are gonna be retconned since the agent’s already answered most of his questions about crop circles and whatnot when she revealed where she came from.

The agent find herself standing face to face with the stranger from the picture, now practically burning a little square down onto her skin through the pocket of her jeans. Elliott’s standing behind him mouthing what the hell is going on, and between the disbelief that boy in the picture has actually, finally shown up, the day has finally come, and the panic over what to do with Elliott, the agent does little more (well actually nothing more) than stand there with her lips parted and not a single word on her tongue.

A beat passes as the boy maintains eye contact while he lifts the mug to his lips, taking a drawn out sip, and only breaks it once he steps forward out towards the open area of what’s now the makeshift research/office space where they’ve put together any and everything that they could get their hands on related to the strangers (does it count if the agent knows them from a picture?) who appeared in the alley after the agent..

“Hm. This Colombian?” he asks, turning back around to face them. He looks far too nonchalant about all of this for the agent’s liking, and she has half a mind knock the coffee out of his hand, even if it means her favorite mug breaks.

Before she has the chance to respond, however, Elliott hastily moves forwards before answering back, “It’s my own blend.” The agent quickly grabs him by the arm and tugs him back into the kitchen, the butter knife that he’d grabbed after the boy’s intrusion clattering to the floor.

“Excuse us just a second,” she grits out, dragging Elliott further back until they’re stood up against the counter where the forgotten groceries lay. “What are you doing, oh my god. ‘It’s my own blend’,” she says, doing a (pretty poor) impression of Elliott. “What, are you gonna tell him the recipe now if he asks?”

“What am I doing,” Elliott hisses back. “What are you doing? Because if I’m not mistaken, that’s the same guy from your picture, and this is what you’ve been waiting here for since the moment you got dropped into that alley!”

The agent quickly glances at the boy, who’s poking around their setup, turning over newspaper clippings and fiddling with the machinery, and doesn’t seem to be paying them all that much attention. “That doesn’t mean that you just tell him everything he asks about! We don’t even know what he’s here for or if that little teleportation trick is all he’s got! And also, isn’t it just awful convenient how the one person we’ve been waiting for shows up last, and how he ended up literally knocking on our door?” She again looks back at the boy, who stops reading whatever journal it is he’s picked up and looks back, arching a brow at her. She scowls back.

Elliott sighs. “Well maybe if he got the chance to speak he’d tell us what he’s here for anyway.” He pauses, then frowns. “No harm in being too careful though,” he agrees, pulling open the drawer under the counter and grabbing a (much sharper) knife before the pair make their way back over to the boy.

He gives Elliott a ‘really?’ look as he sees the knife in his hand, but nontheless ignores it before he asks, “Have you ever heard of Area 51? Roswell?” And honestly the agent can’t help the snort she lets out at that. Who knew letting Elliott keep his conspiracy theory crap mixed in with her research would ever get that reaction out of someone.

“Please, you honestly expect us to believe that you’re from another planet? Which one, home to the alien race of vertically challenged boarding school runaways?” The agent crosses her arms and scoffs but before she can say anything else the boy’s once again blinked and now stands directlyfront of her, and she quickly leans back to steady herself.

“Well,” he says, smiling thinly, “If there were such a planet then you’d no doubt be a citizen there yourself, so let’s both of us ignore that comment for now,” and okay, the agent realizes with a little feeling of indignance, he does have an inch (or two) on her. Still, she doubles down on an overly saccharine smile of her own.

“Alright, let’s,” she says back, and silently hates the sense of relief she feels once he steps back. Behind her Elliott, ever the peacekeeper, clears his throat.

“Um, what my niece over here meant to say is that, while there certainly is reason to believe in extraterrestrial life which exists beyond the limits of our own universe, and beyond our comprehension, you and all the other anomalies we’ve seen don’t seem to to fit into that, uh, narrative. So don’t go trying to avoid the question at hand.” The agent gives him a funny look; which question at hand have they even asked at this point? The boy, on the other hand, quickly leans forward again.

“Which others?”

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Elliott quickly explains phenomenon that occurred during the five energy surges they’d witnessed together, and the consequent flashes of blazing blue light that  had appeared alongside them each time before depositing a figure into the alley. Somewhere in the middle of his explanation, he’d set down the knife, and the agent hopes that it wasn’t a mistake (she’s confident in her own special power, but if the boy teleports before she has a chance to use it then it won’t be of much use at all).

The boy frowns, brows furrowed. “Did you get a good look at any of them?”

“Yeah, a couple of them. There was the first one, which I saw alone, because, uh my niece wasn’t here at the time.” Before their guest has a chance to ask what he means by that the agent quickly cuts in.

“There was that freakishly big crybaby,” she adds, and the boy turns to face her.

“Crybaby?”

“Yes, a crybaby, a person who cries often, and is thus referred to as a cry plus baby. You know, you should quit playing hooky, otherwise you’ll miss out on more than just those oral comprehension skills you’re lacking here.” And okay, she should feel kinda bad for taking jabs at a teenager but he’s also had her feeling unsettled since the moment he walked (or rather, blinked) in. Before he can respond (most likely with a threat, which. Shocker) Elliott jumps in, breaking up the hostile air.

“He kept coming back to the alley and sat around for hours wailing someone’s name, a woman’s name, it was uhh-”

“Allison,” the agent supplies.

“Yes! Allison.”

The boy frowns (the agent bites her tongue before she makes a comment about his face getting stuck that way). “Luther.”

“Well,” she says instead, “Whoever it was, they all came scattered over the past couple years. No two at the same time. The last one was in September.”

The boy lets out a sigh of relief. “So my family’s alive,” and okay, what? The agent’s eyes widen in part shock and part confusion as he continues. “Shit.I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me-"

"Elliot. My name's Elliot. And this," he gestures towards the agent, “Is-”

“None of his business,” the agent says coolly, crossing her arms.

“Alright, fine. Elliott and None Of His Business, I got ten days to find them and save the world. Now, I need your help to do that,” he says, the last part directed at Elliott. No surprise there, the agent thinks, going for the more guileless of the two. Although it’s not as if she would have done any different herself. However, she once again interjects. Knowing Elliott, he’ll reveal something to this guy before he even asks about it, and she’s not sure she wants him knowing how much they know any more than they need to let on. For now at least.

“You know,” she says, quickly making her way over to one of the desks pushed up against the wall, pulling open one of the drawers and producing a newspaper clipping, “This mugshot looks a lot like arrival number four.” That’s a lie, because she knows for a fact that that is exactly the last arrival, had held the clipping up beside the blurry picture given to her by The Handler and confirmed it at least ten times. But he doesn’t need to know that just yet. She offers out the clipping and he immediately snatches it out of her hands, eyes racing across the picture.

“Diego,” he breathes out, before looking up from the paper and directly at her. She feels a pang of guilt at the look of extreme, almost manic relief in his eyes, when she knows there’s information on all of the rest of, what she knows now to be his family, sitting there in their office.

And then his words truly hit her; in her scramble to make sure Elliott didn’t blurt anything out, she’d almost forgotten that first part where he said he needed to save the world and just. What? Is that a part of her mission? Is she supposed to help him do that too? And why didn’t The Handler ever mention that? She wants to ask him more but has no clue where to start, and before she gets gets the chance to ask (or to be more accurate, splutter incoherently for a second), someone else speaks up first.

“So that’s helpful then,” Elliott states more than questions, looking almost eager to be of more use.

“You have no idea,” is all the boy says, and before the agent gets a chance to ask him wait, hold up, let’s go back to that saving the world bit, he folds up the snippet of paper and disappears with a soft zap. The agent and Elliott both turn to face each. other. Almost a minute passes and then-

“Well that was something.“

[kanene-yaaay]

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

- Émile ~

 He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

 (He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

 - Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

 Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

 Silence.

 Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

 - But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

 - Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

 - Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

  – Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

 - Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

 - REMY!!

 - What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

 Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

 Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

 And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

 He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

 - I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

 - ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

 - Excuse you?

 - Nuh.

 - I beg your heck pardon?

 - No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

 - Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

 - Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

 - Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

 …Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

 - Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

 - OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

 - Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

 - ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

 Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

 - Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

 - Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

 He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

 Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

 - You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

 - Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

 - I’m listening. ~

 - No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

 - No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

 - No! No!

 - A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

 - nO.

 - No? But what about the ‘yes’?

 - Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

 - Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

 - Yes!

 - A yes? Okay!

 Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

 It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

 - You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

 - I love you.

 Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

 - I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

 - Uh huh.

 - What? It’s the truth!

 - Sure it is, dear.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 Their heart did, beating in unison.

[rivolted]

this  is  the  only  gif  that’ll  upload  for  me  for  some  reason  but  also  JUSTICE  for  power  rangers!dacre.  anyway,  howdy  !  i’m  lyra,  she  /  they,  eternally  making  my  muses  suffer.  this  is  the  first  of  five  intros  i  have  to  post  (  h-horrifying  )  so  please  bear  with  me  as  i  try  to  get  through  those  hehehe  <3   

[ DACRE MONTGOMERY, CIS MALE, HE/HIM. ]    hey, that’s apollo zale from district four. they’re pretty well known around those parts for being a FISHERMAN. the hunger games fills them with dread, especially since they’re twenty five years old, but they’ll be watching — everyone always does. anyways, if you’re looking for them, i hear they remind everyone of calloused hands digging into skin, the taste of salt on your tongue & the heavy weight of everything you never said.

CHARACTER INSPO   :    alizayd al qahtani  (  city of brass  ),   jet  (  atla  ),   henry clerval  (  frankenstein  ),   patroclus  (  myth  ),   julian diaz  (  cemetery boys  )   90% of these characters are dead i’m so sorry

i     kneel     into     a     dream     where     i     am     𝓖𝓞𝓞𝓓     &     𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔𝓓     .     i     am     good     .     𝙄     𝘼𝙈     𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿     .     my     hands     have    made    some     good     mistakes     .     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲     𝐜𝐚𝐧     𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬     𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞     𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫     𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬     .

name   :   apollo zale.

age   :   twenty - five.

gender & pronouns   :   cis male & he / him.

district   :   four.

occupation   :   fisherman.

moral alignment   :   lawful good.

ok no more formatting or anything just bullet points and incoherent babbling ♡ wcs are at the end  !  these aren’t going to be too long or pretty or anything i have five more to do. MZMZMZMZM

the oldest zale boy, a golden boy. his entire life, he’s tried very hard to emulate their father while also be better than him at protecting & providing for their family. he’s very guarded & feels that he needs to be in order to protect his family; he might come off as cold & uncaring at first glance, but he’s a big softie. it’s just.... Complicated !

loves bodies of water. as a babe, he never got an affinity for swimming like many other kids in the district, but when he was six, he somehow snuck from home to follow his father during a fishing trip and almost drowned  ;  instead of letting fear rule him, he used the incident to inspire a fine tune a love for the water. his father would joke that apollo has One True Love and it’s the sea.

because his name won’t get picked and he doesn’t volunteer, he’s finally edged out of the hunger games after this year; unfortunately for him, his siblings will all still be eligible. this is the knowledge that haunts him at night. he’s had nightmares about sending his younger siblings to die.

so of course when that biggest nightmare happens he’ll absolutely break inside. the words i volunteer might even reach the tip of his tongue, but he just can’t. all he can do is watch with slow, unfolding horror, feeling utterly useless. utterly powerless. 

like i said, he’s pretty aloof towards most people outside of his family, but what’s actually a ruse is seen by a lot of people in the district as a mysterious Dark Boy & he’s become very popular as people try to get him to open up,,,, Romantically. i’m talking the zale home got flooded with love letters once. 

with his siblings i joke that he’s definitely the We Got Food At Home brother. he just. loves his siblings ! and they just bring him constant stress  (  PERSEUS.  ) ! def a mother hen. that said, while most of the time he presents himself as the responsible older one, when he does get in trouble it’s somehow worse than anything his siblings could do (  see again  :  near death experience at six  ).

whether nixie makes it through the games or not, when the rebellion starts, he’ll be very cautious - not because he doesn’t believe in the cause, but because any support he provides could and would put his family in danger. i imagine once his brothers indicate that they’re also All In he’ll actually start to become more brazen.

he’s v intelligent and a p good leader/strategist when he’s not being Cautious so as he throws that to the wind i can see him developing his leadership skills more & possibly getting HIGHLY involved with the rebellion

also he’s !! strong !! buff !!  

wcs   !

it’s nice to have a friend. this is someone who knows apollo to his core. his artemis if u will hehehe. he trusts this person entirely. honestly this is v v open as long as they’re from district four, i just want him to have somebody he call tell everything to & who can trust him back. if they’re younger than him than he’s also probably super worried abt them & thg & in general he’s as protective as he is over his family. i like to think that they work together and are practically attached at the hip; where x goes apollo will follow and so on. doesn’t have to turn romantic or be romantic but u know... .. . . . if u want. .. . .

i am now begging for a self indulgent crush wc. apollo’s pretty popular, like i said. but this person. OH, THIS PERSON. if the sea was his first love, this person is the second. there’s just one problem: they don’t know he likes them. & unlike many other people, they haven’t even tried to flirt with him. he’s sure they don’t like him back - maybe they don’t ! that’s up to you ! - and it’s keeping him from being bold. again this doesn’t have to turn romantic and i actually. would Really Love for this to have a platonic end.

those are my big two but i’d love to plot anything past / present / future. some other ideas are: enemies or rivals, an ex who left him bc he was either overprotective or because he just. didn’t devote time to them properly, someone he looks up to.

[queenofbaws]

Chrashley, love and domestic life obviously lol. You can pick and choose which of the questions you want to answer though!

okay, i hope you don’t mind - i’ll JUST be doing love in this one because HOO BOY i’ve got a FEW requests for chrashley domestic, so i’mma make that its own post, but................

Who said “I love you” first? ash. ley. brown. chris has a tendency to get tongue-tied and nervous, even once they’re together, but like the MOMENT it’s decided they are capital-A, capital-T, A Thing, ashley is just down to clown and she is an endless font of adoration and fondness. she is absolutely the first one to use the L-word, and she is DELIGHTED by how flustered it makes chris.

What are their primary love languages? QUALITY TIME AND PHYSICAL TOUCH!!!!!!! they need to be together, and they need reassuring little touches. just. all the time.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? look. look. you guys know my feelings re: significant hand touches. they are almost always touching in SOME way - it’s never over-the-top, they’re DEF not the “is this allowed?!” couple from that vine, but they’ve almost always got at least their pinkies tangled or some sappy shit like that. anything more than that (i.e., smoochin’, snuggling) ONLY happens in public if the public in question consists of their friends.

What are their favorite things to do together? i know this is a cop-out. but. everything? everything. they are. the most. obnoxiously sappy, puppy-eyed, ooey-gooey, head-over-heels couple and god it’s disgusting. if i HAVE to pick something though, i’ll say quiet stuff - both of them doing their own thing, just in the same space, enjoying the quiet and knowing each other’s there.

Who’s better at comforting the other? chris is absolutely the better of the two when it comes to de-escalation/calming things down. ash’s anxiety can be A Lot, but since they’ve been friends for so long and since they’ve been through so much together, he usually knows exactly what she needs to feel better.

Who’s more protective? chrischrischrischrischris. chris. CHRIS. i mean it’s right there in his intro, right? ;P

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? okay, i know what you’re all thinking: they’re nerdy dorks who talk too much 24/7, clearly queenie’s going to say ‘verbal affection.’ but you’re WRONG!!!!! physical affection all the way, they’re always hanging onto each other, and 9 times out of 10, verbal affection turns them BOTH into blushing, sputtering, incoherent messes.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? oh GOD. good to you - marianas trench, coloradosunrise - 3oh!3, head over feet - alanis morissette, here (in your arms) - hellogoodbye, uglykid - hobo johnson and elohim.......i could keep going. i WON’T, for everyone’s sake, but please know that i COULD.

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? y’know. i was thinking about this the other day. and god help me, i can’t think of a single petname these two could pull off. don’t get me wrong - they try. they TRY. but like. babe? probably not. baby? worse for them. hun? probably not. sweetie? still kinda rough. it’s a constant learning experience, and they just keep trying. one day they’ll find SOMETHING that fits. one day.

ship questions!