#yup……. hes my loser dad

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Playing with Fire: The House

Fandom: Marvel (Dad’s Best Friend AU)

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad's coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.

A/N: This was long overdo! But here's the last part of Playing with Fire! Reader is in her mid/lates 20s. Bucky is in his early 40s!

Warning: smut - oral (f receiving), p in v

The Book Store | The Photobooth | The Restaurant

After your errands and lunch with Bucky, he drives you guys back to your house. When you enter, your dad is sitting on the couch watching tv.

"Hey! Get everything done?"

You nod, "Yup! Buck was surprisingly very helpful," you playfully nudge the older man and he snorts.

"Well, she was being a brat the entire day."

You slap his arm, "Was not!"

Bucky chuckles, "Okay, okay. You weren't." he looks to your dad, "It was a good day. Things go okay at the office?"

Your dad lets out a deep breath, and holds up the beer in his hand, "This is my second beer of the day, so that should tell you how it went."

"Yikes," Bucky mumbles and joins your dad on the couch.

As you go through the stuff you purchased today, you pull out the DVD Bucky bought earlier, "Oh! Bucky found this movie at Carol's bookshop," you toss it to Bucky, who handed it to your dad.

"Woah! I haven't seen this movie in forever!"

You snort at your dad's excitement, "I guess I'll go change, make some popcorn and we can watch it?"

"Sounds good," your dad responds and looks at Buck, "You stayin'?"

He shrugs, "Yeah, I guess I'll stay around you losers for a little longer," he looks over at you and gives you a wink. You roll your eyes at him and head to your room to change into something more comfortable.

When you come back down, Bucky's in the kitchen grabbing himself a beer. You walk past him to grab a bowl and a bag of popcorn. He glances your way and then doubles back.

His eyes rake your body as you wear tight work out shorts and a thin strapped tank top. You're standing in front of the microwave, waiting for the popcorn to pop.

With a quick glance at your dad in the living room, Bucky moves to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips. You gasp in surprise and hiss, "Bucky-"

He leans in, lips hovering over your ears and he whispers, "You look so fucking good in this outfit." He immediately pulls away and you spin to look at him. He gives you a smirk and a wink, exiting the kitchen as if nothing happened.

You let out a deep breath, mentally cursing yourself and your dad's best friend for getting you riled up.

You shake off the tingling sensation you felt when Bucky held you and whispered in your ear. No. You can't do this. You can't feel this way. You have a boyfriend!

When the microwave beeps, you immediately pull it out and dump the contents into a large bowl. You grab a water bottle for yourself and head into the living room.

Bucky and your dad sit on opposite ends of the couch, leaving the middle for you. You turn off the lights and plop in between them. You pull a blanket over yourself, the bowl of popcorn nestling in your lap, "Okay, ready!"

Your dad pushes play and the movie begins. Bucky immediately stretches his arms out and rests one along the couch, practically hovering over your shoulders.

You immediately shoot him a look and he just shrugs, turning his attention to the tv. The movie is an action comedy. The dialogue and humor is dated, but you still find it enjoyable. Bucky and your dad laugh throughout the movie. You chuckle at some points, but you're mainly there for the vibes.

Halfway through the movie, your dad loudly yawns and apologizes. You pause the movie, "You can head to bed if you want. It's getting late anyways."

He glances at the time and frowns, "It's only 9:30."

"Isn't that late for you old guys?" you ask with a smirk.

Bucky snorts and your dad chuckles, "Alright, you brat," he says affectionally, "I'm surprised you're not tired from running all over town with Bucky."

You shrug, "My youthful energy keeps me up."

"Hm, well, I am exhausted from work today, so I'll head to bed early," he points at Bucky, "See you tomorrow. Don't let this one," he points at you, "Bully you like she does to me."

Bucky gives a salute, "I'll keep her in check. Good night, man."

"Night, Buck," your dad pecks a kiss to your head, "Good night. Behave. Don't stay up too late."

"Got it! Night, dad!" you give him a wave and watch as he heads to his bedroom. You continue the movie, eyes glued to the screen.

The hair raises on the back of your neck as Bucky's fingers start drawing shapes along your shoulder.

"Bucky-"

"I'm not doin' anything, sugar. Be a good girl and watch the movie."

You bite back a moan. The way his voice was low and rasp when he said that, it definitely aroused you and you mentally scold yourself for it.

Bucky leans in as he grabs some popcorn from the bowl on your lap. He takes this opportunity to scoot closer to you.

You do your best to watch the movie but you don't even know what's been happening for the past few minutes.

Bucky leans in again and smells you, murmuring against your skin, "You smell so good, sugar. So sweet," his fingers play with the thin strap of your top, "Bet you taste sweet too."

You turn to him with a glare, "Bucky, stop. I have a boyfriend. I know you don't think he treats me right or whatever, but this needs to stop. I know you're trying to prove a point but I just-fuck."

Bucky immediately drops the act. He looks at you with remorse, "I'm sorry. I-I was pushing your boundaries and that was wrong of me." he distances himself from you, "I just," he pauses and runs a hand down his face, "You're a beautiful, smart, and sweet young woman. You deserve to be properly loved and cared for. This John guy doesn't seem like he's doing that for you. I just want you to know that you deserve better." he promptly stands from the couch, "I think I should head out now. I am sorry, sugar, truly." He gives you a nod then lets himself out of your house. You slump into the couch and bring a pillow to your face, screaming into the fabric.

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A Week Later

You're annoyed. You're annoyed with yourself, with John, but most importantly, Bucky.

Bucky was right and you kind of hate him for it. John treated you like shit and what's even worse is while you were out running errands with Bucky and mentally scolding yourself for finding your dad's best friend attractive, John was fucking some other woman behind your back! He'd been cheating on you this entire time and you defended him when Bucky opposed him.

Ugh. What a fucking mess.

You're so upset and annoyed with Bucky that you drive over to his place to tell him so.

Your chest his heaving as you waltz up to his door and knock hard.

And of fucking course, he answers the door wearing a tight tshirt and gray sweatpants. He looks at you confused, "Sugar? You okay?"

You push past him, entering his home, "No, I'm not okay! I'm so annoyed with you!"

He cocks a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, causing the fabric of the sleeves to hug his biceps even more, "What did I do?"

"You were fucking right! John wasn't treating me well and he certainly didn't care for me as much as he said he was because he was fucking cheating on me!"

Bucky looks at you confused, "Wait, so your now ex-boyfriend cheated on you, yet you're upset with me?"

"Because you were right and I was feeling guilty for finding you attractive while I was still with John but that didn't even matter 'cause he was cheating on me a majority of our relationship!"

Bucky tries to hold back a smirk and you groan, "Stop that! Stop looking so fucking hot and riling me up! I hate it! I hate that now I see you as someone more than just my dad's best friend! I hate that I see you as this older guy who's smart and funny, annoying but handsome, dorky and also sexy and it frustrates me!"

Bucky licks his lips and steps closer to you, "Then why don't we do something about that frustration, sugar?"

Fire. You're playing with fire. This is your dad's best friend and yet you can't help but want him. You are a moth and Bucky is a flame and you're desperate for his warmth and glow.

"Fuck it," you mumble before pulling him by the back of his neck, pressing your lips to his.

Bucky doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. He grips you by the waist, pulling you closer. His hands move back to grip your ass, causing you to moan into the kiss.

He pulls away just enough to murmur, "You sure about this?"

You look into his bright blue eyes and smirk, "Show me how a real man fucks, Bucky."

You watch as his eyes dilate and he practically growls, "With pleasure." He takes your hand pulling you straight to his bedroom. You've been everywhere in his house when you and your dad come over, but you've never been inside his room.

It's just like the rest of his house, dark colors, photos and knick knacks scattered around. Some paintings that his friend Steve had done, donning the walls.

You don't get much time to take in the room because Bucky picks you up and tosses you onto his bed. You giggle as you bounce a bit.

He falls to his knees, his hands sliding up your legs, "I'll treat you like a fucking queen, sugar. Show you how you're supposed to treated." he tugs down your leggings, tossing them to the floor.

He teases you through your underwear. He smirks as he feels how wet you are already, "Already soaking for me, baby? That's what I do to ya, huh?" He pulls you closer to him by the ankles. He presses a kiss over your clothed core and you whine.

"Buck, please."

"Whatcha want, pretty baby? Hm? Use your words?"

"Fuck me with your tongue. Please? I wanna feel your mouth on me."

He chuckles, "Whatever the lady wants, she gets," he quickly pulls off your underwear. Unbeknownst to you, he pockets the garment. He brings you even closer, your thighs sandwiching his head. He spreads you open and licks a stripe up your slit, causing your breath to hitch.

He moans as he tastes all of you, his tongue delving deep inside to then circle around your clit. Bucky watches you with hooded eyes as you grip his bedsheets in pleasure. Your back arched, eyes closed, and mouth open. You look like a goddess.

While Bucky's runs circles along your clit, he slowly inserts a finger into you. He pumps the digit in a slow rhythm which causes you to grind up into his face. You crave more and Bucky happily provides. He inserts another finger and you moan curses, paired with Bucky's name.

His fingers and tongue work in tandem together. You feel that pleasure building up inside you more and more.

You're crying out to Bucky, begging for more, desperate to cum for him.

"Shit! Bucky!" his name is the last thing on your lips as you gush around his fingers. He takes it all, happily so, as your legs shake around him.

When your body stills, he slowly lowers your legs onto his bed. And he stands, lapping up his fingers while taking in your spent figure.

"I was right," he says.

You look at him in a post-orgasmic haze, "About?"

"You taste just as sweet as you are."

You roll your eyes at him as he pulls off his shirt and pushes down his sweats. He crawls onto the bed, body hovering over yours, "You still want to do this? There's no going back after this."

"Please, Bucky. Fuck me."

He grins and pecks your lips, "Now how can I say no to you when you beg for me like that?"

He pulls away to rid himself of his boxers. He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom. He quickly rips it open and rolls the rubber onto him.

He then goes to kneel in between your legs and you quickly wrap your legs around him, causing him to fall forward.

His arm catches himself before he can collapse onto you, "Eager, sugar?"

"You're taking too long, old man," you respond with sass.

Bucky's eyes darken. He grabs his length, and teases your entrance with it, "Tsk. Tsk. How can you be so sweet and so bratty as the same time?" He then sheaths himself inside you and you gasp.

He smirks at you and chuckles, "Nothin' to say, sugar?"

"Fuck me, Bucky," you mumble.

He promptly sits up and pulls you by the hips. His cock hits you deep and then he pulls back to only thrust back into you again. His movements are hard and fast to the point the bed rocks in the rhythm he sets.

"That's it, baby, so fucking pretty taking my dick." Bucky says as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure. You're gripping onto his arms as he holds your hips while he fucks you.

"Does your dad know you're here, hm? Does he know how his little girl is getting fucked by his best friend?"

You shake your head, "No. Fuck, no."

"Of course he doesn't. Can't know that his little girl is my fucking naughty girl, hm? Fuck, you feel so fucking good, sugar."

He bends down, propping himself by his arms, his body hovering over you as he fucks you. You pull him into a heated kiss, moaning into his lips while he gives hard thrusts.

"Rub your pussy for me, baby. Wanna cum together and 'm close."

You nod, immediately bringing your hand down to your clit and rubbing fast circles around the nub. The added pleasure causes you to clench onto his cock.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. That's it. Fucking close. Shit."

His hips slam into yours, harder, faster, as he's so desperate to get that release.

You're close too as you moan his name, "Bucky! Oh fuck!"

He thrusts once...twice.. and thrice until his hips still. He lets out the sexiest moan you've ever heard as he cums in the condom.

"Goddamn," he groans as he slowly pulls out of you. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and runs a hand through his brown locks.

He gets a good look at you. Your body is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath.

"Fuck," he murmurs, "We really just did that."

He pulls off the condom, tying a knot in it, and tossing it into a nearby trash bin. He then climbs off the bed, pulling on his boxers.

"I'll be back." he heads to the bathroom where he grabs a hand towel. He dampens it with warm water and comes back to you. You keep your eyes on him while he wipes you down. You take in his furrowed brows and a pit of insecurity opens inside you.

"Do you regret it?"

He sighs, "We shouldn't have done that."

"Okay," you murmur. After he's done, you immediately get up and start to undress.

Bucky stands and makes you pause, "Hey."

You look at him, on the verge of tears and it breaks Bucky's heart. As a tear cascades down your cheek, he immediately wipes it away, "I don't regret it, but doing that just made things complicated."

"I know."

"Your dad obviously can't know about this."

"I know."

"You also just went through a breakup."

You let out an exasperated sigh, "Bucky, are you rejecting me or not?"

"Not really. Your emotions were high. You just found out your boyfriend was cheating on you. All I'm saying is give yourself some time to heal before.."

"Before?"

"Before we can see where this," he gestures between you and himself, "goes."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "You want to explore this?"

He shrugs, "We clearly have some chemistry, but you're also young. You're still in your twenties and have a lot going on. If you don't want anything with me, that's fine. I'll live. I just don't wanna hold you back from exploring and enjoying your twenties and college life."

You can't help but scoff, "Bucky, I've been spending a majority of my twenties either at school or with you and my dad. I don't think you'd be holding me back at all."

He shrugs again, "Still. Just, take your time, alright, sugar? I'll be here when you need or want me."

"Okay," you reply softly.

You and Bucky both redress and he leads you to the kitchen where he makes you lunch. Afterwards, you give him a peck on the lips and leave.

On your way home, you think about what had just happened.

You thought you after getting Bucky out of your system, you'd be done. But nope, you're still drawn to his roaring flame. Are you bound to get burned? Probably. But that's what happens when you play with fire.

[oozedninjas]

This is more on the fluffy end, but could easily turn naughty if you choose. (￣▽￣)b

Normally shy crush randomly sitting on bayboys lap? They want attention and are determined to get it, flustered and all!

Also, hello! I love your posts. Thank you. (* ´ ▽ ` *)ﾉ

Reader sits on their lap to get their attention!!

2007 / NSFWish / Suggestive/boys are 25 and love to see you squirming for them

Leo is cleaning his katana when he feels your hands sliding over his shoulders. Immediately recognizing the touch, he glances at you.

"Hi, love. I thought our date was in another hour," he notes, a glimpse of a playful taunt in his tone.

"I got impatient," you say, sitting on his lap in one motion. "I want you now."

Your bravado stuns him for half a heartbeat before dissolving into a smirk. He places the sword on the side to pull you further onto his lap. His voice is a hot whisper near your lips. "Show me how much."

Raphael is fixing Turtle Movil's muffler when he hears your steps approaching over the smooth asphalt of the garage.

"I'll be with ya in a sec, doll!" he voices from under the van.

You humm, stepping on the edge of Mikey's skateboard, currently serving as support for Rafael to slide under the car. You roll him out.

"Hey! he whines sitting up, just half a second before you sit on his lap.

His breath hitches as you straddle him, shell pressed to the van's side.

"Sorry Raph, I don't feel like waiting," you breathe, trapping his mouth.

Donatello is so invested in talking about this new substance that he doesn't notice you stripping. When you press your bare chest to his shell and drag your hands over his plastron, his words trail off as he tenses.

"Hmm, darling?"

"Yeah?"

"W-what are you doing?"

You smile, turning his swivel chair to you, wasting no time sitting down on his lap.

"I'm listening," you mutter into his ear. "You're so hot when you talk about deadly substances. But I'd love to hear something a bit sweeter."

"Yeah? Like what?" he manages, heart racing.

You lick a stripe over his pulse line, eliciting a whimper from him.

"Like that."

Mikey was chilling, sitting on the worn-out couch, waiting for the TV to load what looked like a video. You placed your hands over his eyes.

"Guess who it is?"

"My Sugar bun?!" he says, turning back excitedly. "Hi! You're just in time, I'm about to start a new game! Let me show you," Mikey reaches for the Xbox controller, turning his back to you.

"Sure! Is the Brotherhood joining soon?"

He giggles at the nickname. "Nah, they're out."

You frown. "Out? All of them?"

"Yeah. Leo's training with his new partner, Raph's out with Casey… and Don's helping April cover some tech issues or something. Oh, and dad's sleeping," Mikey explained idly, choosing the abilities for the playable character.

"Wait, we'll be alone here for… a while?" you venture.

"Yup! So, you want to play with me?"

You smirk, climbing onto his lap. "Love to!"

He dodges you, his eyes glued to the TV. After a moment of contemplation, you break into a mischievous grin.

"But how about we make it more interesting? The loser has to take off an article of clothing for each game over."

You tug at his orange hood, and his eyes dart to you, a mischievous smile growing on his face. "Aw baby, you know you won't beat me, right?"

"I'll take the risk," you say, kissing his snout.

[kalechipswithasideofkale]

my adrenaline has gone down finally so i feel i can give my thoughts on this season

no more faks! no more! please!

i think the series is taking inspiration from different art movements and genres. season one - surrealism?, season two - modernism?, season three - baroque? im not well versed on this stuff but i definitely noticed they use different forms of art to make the seasons feel different from one another

piggybacking off the earlier bulletin; i think thats also why this season feels like all flash and no substance. whatever movement or era they decided to do with season three is very ou la la oui oui i zam an artist bonjour /nm its very different from the movements they went with in the past seasons. this one feels serious and fancy smancy

i still think they’re going to go through with sydcarmy and this season just solidifies it. syd and carmy are severly mentally ill with issues they need to work out. they dont handle stress and expectations well if at all.

i think some of the things being said by the characters are being taken at face value specifically carmy calling claire peace. i dont think the writers are writing claire to be a source of peace for carmy; hes just so in denial and confused about his emotions he knows he supposed to feel peace from claire but cant figure out why he doesnt

i missed marcus sweeps and tina in this season so much. and syd! i was excited for sweeps to go to wine school only for it to be a one off thing. the tina episode was good but thats the only thing i can think of from the top of my head that she stood out in. marcus’ mom died? but it feels like she didnt die at all? like the weight of his moms death isnt being felt in his character and that made me really sad. i wanted a little more with syd and marcus with their moms :/

im not angry at carmy somehow? i just feel this deep sadness because he is so unlike himself. my initial frustrations with the season made it hard for me to look at his character. now that ive calmed down, he just makes me sad. like thinking about him makes me feel like a wet sausage dude he needs serious help and im scared he’s gonna do something very bad in this next season/part

i was really hoping there would be more parallels between new york carmy and current syd. they might explore it in season 4 and i really hope they do!

where tf was everyone else in the emergency room and why was it the two faks. there is no dissection in the world that will make me okay with those losers being there im sawry

syd being the first person sugar called and claire being the last mhm yup 🙂‍↕️

a good chunk of claire and carmys scenes being muted or cool colors once again!

RICHIE AND HIS DAUGHTER AA!! i wish they had an entire episode dedicated to them theyre so cute!

theres something to be said about loneliness and isolation this season? again i would need to rewatch the season. something something carmy pushing syd away something something nat fearing giving birth because of her mom something something syd having a breakdown and isolating herself from the rest of the fam something something

pete ❤️

chris you have reached ur limit on white male characters enough is enough theres NO MORE ROOM

ngl i actually liked seeing john cena on my screen yall pls

why are we so close to everyones face i zont like zat at all

i thought they were going to bring louis back and got so excited!!! BRING BACK LOUIS

they wrap up the claire storyline by season 4 or part three?? whatever theyre doing idk

LUCA!!!!!!

as much one sided beef i have with jlc she delivered i crode very hard

backseating the characters of color is very lame and bogus! i hated it! what happened to tinas friends she met at school? does ebra not have family? syd and her dad? marcus and his roommate? so many characters they could introduce from sydney marcus tina ebra fuck even angel and manny but they insist on introducing characters that have ties to the berzattos. i hate it! i really do!

syds apartment? where did you go fren….

i wish they were more artsy fartsy with carmys internal struggles give me cringe film student vibes please ill take anything

FUCK CICERO he didnt do anything but PISS ME OFF >:(

why didnt they have syd work out the economics (or whatever tf that computer dude did do). didnt she do something like that in season one? i guess since cicero called him it makes sense

richie and nat are so adorable i love them!!!!

overall pretty mediocre season. it was okay for a show like the bear. i don’t agree with having an entire season dedicated to build up! or atleast in the way they’ve done it in season 3. season 1 was a prologue for the entire show yet it still felt like a complete season. alot of the things that went down in season three either could’ve been compressed into a shorter span of time or they could’ve gotten more episodes (as if its that easy lol but the pacing wouldn’t have suffered as much if the season was longer). um decent season? i dont hate it! i dont love it either. like i said it feels soulless and maybe thats the intention? idk man 😔

i will most definitely be seated for season four TRUST

[bartxnhood]

daring | e.m

eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

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warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

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you had always been the shy kind, never go out of your way to put the spotlight on you. you always preferred being in the shadows, even in karate. you wouldn’t participate in most tournaments because of just how shy you were. but that didn’t stop you from getting a crush on a certain someone.

eli. aka, hawk.

known for his antics in cobra kai, in fact, you hated him for a good portion of his reputation, especially what happened to the larussos. your abrupt feelings started when he turned over his leaf and his infamous mohawk was gone. he was a totally different person. someone you could actually like.

you had never been late to practice, always on time or even earlier so you could get some more work in.

the one day you were late to you saw some new faces in the dojo. and one in particular. eli. sam saw your confusion and pulled to to the side, “cobra kai is joining us.” your eyes widened, “what? as in..training here now?” she nodded, “yup. dad and johnny are working together. so here we are.”

you hesitated, dropping your bag. “great. only adding fuel to the fire.” you eyes stared daggers in the back of eli’s head.

why was this suddenly happening to you?

after that day, being around eli all day, and trying your best to avoid him. so, you stayed with sam that night.

“god, sam! how could this happen?” you huffed, falling into her bed face first into a pillow, sam laughed, “it’s not the end of the world, y/n. it’ll be fine!” you lifted your head and looked at her. “fine? i’ll be fine?” you retorted.

“yes! i mean just tell him how you feel! maybe he thinks you’re cute and then bam you will ride off into the sunset together” she threw a grape into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows. “or, he laughs in my face, rejects me and goes to tell all of his friends how much of a loser i am” you sat up, pushing your hair out of the way. “just try it, y/n. you never know, the universe might be on your side.”

you kept thinking about your conversation with sam, what if she’s right? maybe you can just tell him you like him and it’ll be all over with. but on the other hand he could embarrass you in front of everyone and laugh at you. which was the scenario you kept playing in your mind.

getting the courage to just walk up to someone and put yourself in that position is something that terrifies you. which is why you’re so reserved.

one day in particular you’re earlier than usual, hoping to work on some things to help you improve. you had only been there a few minutes, earbuds in listening to your playlist while going over your workouts. without even realizing someone else was there, you felt the softest touch on your shoulder which brought you out of your head. ripping away your earbuds you spun around meeting with eli.

he started “i didn’t mean to scare you, but i tried calling for you but you weren’t answering” you hummed, feeling your ears go red. “sorry, i tend to get in the zone when i have my earbuds in”

“don’t worry. i just wanted to ask how come you haven’t participated in any tournaments? you’re insanely talented” you shrugged, looking away. “i get pretty nervous when i’m put on the spot. so, i just don’t. daniel is okay with it so i just kinda stay in the shadows”

eli frowned, “there’s still some time before everyone else gets here, how about we go over some moves?” you blinked, messing with the earbud strings. “sure.”

“so, you spent over an hour talking with him while training and you still didn’t say anything?” sam groaned, staring at you from her bed. “i know! i know. i was being stupid” you ran your fingers through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think i could ever ask him that. i could barely look at him” you admitted. sam, stood up, resting her hands on your shoulders. “you are a wonderful person, y/n. you’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly talented. eli would be a fool if he rejected you, and i’d make sure of that.”

the following week you were back at the dojo, as it got closer to tournaments daniel and johnny had everyone do extra work. you and sam stood at the pond, talking as everyone else arrived. “he’s so looking at you” she said, catching you off guard. “what?” “eli!” she exclaimed in a whisper. you looked over your shoulder spotting him, but watched as he quickly adverted his eyes.

sam grinned as you turned back, “i think someone has a crush” she wiggled her eyebrows but you quickly shut that thought down. “sam.” she rolled her eyes, “just go talk to him. i’ll be right here and if anything goes south i’ll baxk you up” you sighed, “promise?” sam nodded.

you began walking across the yard to eli who was now on his phone. “eli?” you hummed and he looked up, fumbling to put his phone away in his pocket. “yeah?” “i hope you don’t find this weird or smithing but do you wanna go out one day maybe and get food or something? if not it’s totally okay because i wouldn’t want to go out with someone as shy-“ he laughed, cutting you off. “of course, i’d love to go out sometime. i really want to get to know you.” your face was burning now, “oh, okay awesome!” you totally blanked on what to say after. “should we exchange numbers?”

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : FOOTBALL SZN

Football season was officially back, so that meant loud men yelling at the television, food and lots and lots of beers for your husband and your friends.

You were currently in the kitchen prepping the appetizers for everyone when your daughter walks in.

“Momma have you seen my swear jar?” She asks

“Umm yes it’s up here.” You tell her in confusion as you open the bowl cabinet and reach for her jar.

You turn around and face her “Porque lo necesitas? Why do you need it bug?” You ask and hand it to her.

She smiles “Mommy, Nino Urby and uncle Druski say lots of naughty words. I hear daddy say they're gonna watch sports” she shrugs

“I’m getting my jar ready is all” she goes to walk away but stops half way “Gracias” and she continues on her way.

You laugh to yourself and continue with the food.

“What has you smiling to yourself little weirdo” Your husband asks, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Your daughter”

He hums as he places kisses on your neck “What did that little one do now?”

“She’s a hustler like her daddy, she’s getting her swear jar ready for you boys.”

He pulls back and leans against the sink “Oh she’s smart” he smirks

The doorbell rings so he makes his way towards the living room.

“That’s Nino and Uncle Avatar.” Mía yells and goes to the door

Jack laughs to himself because he knows damn well where, preferably, who she got that nickname from.

“Mia, you don’t open the door without mommy or me.”

She stops “Sorry”

“It’s ok bug, also before I let those losers in, Did your Nina tell you to call uncle Avatar?” He ask’s, knowing the answer already.

She shrugs, “It’s funny. But I won’t call him that if it makes him sad.”

“It’s ok baby” He smiles at her

“Hey fucker, Open the door, beers are getting warm.” Urban yells from the other side of the door

Mia and Jack look at each other “Go get it”

She runs back to the living room while Jack opens the door to let them in.

“Why do you look so smug for ?” Urban asks as he walks in.

Jack smiles wide “You’ll see.”

Then Mia comes running back with her jar and opens it “Empty your pockets Nino.”

“Why?”

“We heard you say a bad word.” She smiles up at her godfather. “You know the rules.”

“Oh you sneaky little girl, you’re good.” He goes to pull out his wallet and hands her a dollar bill.

Mia smiles as they all walk towards the living room.

“So I’ll leave this here.” She places the jar on the coffee table “You pay up when you yell a bad word at the tv.”

“Damn Mia, you have a plan and everything huh?” Clay says as he comes down the stairs

“Yup.” She faces her dad “If I get enough can I buy the new monster high doll?”

Jack nods “Only if you have enough, that was the deal.”

She smiles and goes up to Urban “If you want to say lots of naughty words, it’s ok, I’ll cover my ears.”

They all laugh “Ok princess, I’ll give you our signal.”

Hours has passed and the entire of Private Garden, plus Druski were now all scattered in the living room.

Beers empty, food almost gone, but the rowdy ness, at it’s highest.

“Oh come on that is total bullshit” you hear Jack yell

That’s when Mia gasps “Mommy did you hear that?”

You nod “I totally did bug.” You say as you both walk into the living room.

“For fucks sake, catch the damn ball.” Your husband yells again.

You cough “Jackman.”

He looks your way “Huh, yes baby?”

You point at a smiling Mia “Daddy, you said really bad, naughty words.”

She goes to grab her jar “All of you are naughty, thank you for the money. I get to buy lots and lots of dolls.”

She goes up to Jack “Pay up please.”

Everyone laughs

“She got your ass there Jack.”

“Idiot, that's more money in.”

“I think idiot is considered a bad word, at least for kids.”

“Who came up with this stupid rule anyway?” Jack asks as he places twenty dollars in her jar.

“YOU.” Everyone yells at him.

“Daddy, that's another one.” Mia giggles with her little palm covering her mouth.

Jack groans “Little girl, you’re going to make me go broke.” and places another twenty in her jar.

Mia looks up at you after she sees her jar is overflowing “I love sports night momma.”

You all laugh “Yeah bug, I can tell.”

It’s safe to say the next day Mia made her parents take her to Target in search of her dolls.

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HAIIIIII

so i heard Nico is officially Matteo's little brother now

can you tell me more about him pls :3

since Frances (my oc) kinda adopted Matteo (she's a year older), so she is forced to would be friends with him, maybe they could become close?? idk

HIHIHI

SORRY THAT TOOK A BIT IM AT A FRIENDS RN AND KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED <33

Maybe they could get close? Im not 100% because brain is not working and im tyoing this after yapping everything below this- Nico is usually quite quiet n reserved so idk how that would play into stuff ?

uhhhm i'll give a totally amazing summary mhm yup an amazing one :3

So im gonna over basic stuff you might already know + his actual lore stuff and js fucking yap :3 His full name is Nicholas Odasies Dimitriou he's 13 in 1776, his birthday is the 17th of july 1763 :3 he's half scottish half greek <3 His dad's the Scottish one and is related to Freddie :D

Uhh, his father is rarely present, either working or probably like, cheating on his wife idk. His mother dies when Nico is 10 of some kind of illness, leaving him with basically only his older sister and younger brother since yk, his father leaves for the milk a lot<3

They eventually move to America with Nico's maternal aunt when he'ss 12 almost 13. He basically just clings to his sister a bunch then bcs she's really the only person who properly takes care of his, since his aunt isss, ermmm, not the best to him ;-;

On the day after his 13th birthday his sister dies <3 she had a long history of being sick before that, and basically got sick as soon as they moved to America (I haven't decided what state yet bcs i'm a dumbass :3) uhh, Nico would usually stay w her when she was sick, neglecting his own needs to focus on her's, but she still fucking dies in the end so womp womp 🥰🥰 also his sister basically caught the illness from their younger brother so Nico has some hatred towards him.

He kinda falls down a spiral from grief and makes shitty decisions and ends up joining the continental army via running away and bullshitting abt his age :3 he was a a loner for awhile, and a fucking loser ❤️ literally mans just talks to birds because the birds like him 👍👍

at some point Matteo comes in and is just "wtf why is there a child here" and they become friends/adoptive brothers :3 Nico likes drawing cats for matteo and rambling to him about birds and plants whilehe carves stuff :D

Uhh similar happens with Freddie but he mainly just kinda teaches him things, plays stuff and tells him off for not tying his cravat correctly and helping him fix it 👍👍 (thats a kinda vague description but i have yapped too much :3)

UHHH SO YEAH THATS ABT IT, AT LEAST LIKE FOR TILL THE WAR AND SOMEWHAT IN IT :D

Uhh, @lil-gae-disaster @paradox-complex for Freddie & Matteo mentions? :3

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (39)

Vipsania: I’m bored.

Urban: Me too.

Livia: I told you losers that we should go shoe shopping instead.

Felix: For the last time, Cardew, we can’t go out and do fun stuff while in detention.

Livia: Detention?! I’m in detention?! Since when-

Coryo: Since yesterday, dummy.

Festus: Liv, you do remember that we almost destroyed the school kitchen yesterday, right?

Livia: Nope. Never. I don’t know anything about that incident-

Coryo: You were literally the one who left the stove on fire while the rest of us were trying to stop Palmyra from cooking.

Livia: Oh, shut up, orphan! I wasn’t even talking to you.

Coryo: Well, whatever, banker. Your scary mama can’t save your sorry ass this time.

Livia: Ha! At least I have a mom to spoil me rotten, Snow.

Coryo: You think you’re better than me because of your stupid money?!

Livia: Of course I’m better-

Coryo: Your mom can’t even defeat my super gorgeous dad in a stupid pageant beauty contest back in their University days!

Lysistrata: Yeah! Crassus Snow even won it seven times in a row!

Livia: How did you even know that?!

Coryo: ‘Cuz I still have my dad’s pageant crowns and sashes!

Felix: And I have the pictures to prove them!

Lysistrata: My mom was a runner up.

Coryo: Oh, and my dad even won the women’s category-

Livia: Ugh! Fine! Your drop dead gorgeous father may have been the most beautiful creature in Panem-

Coryo: Of course he is!

Livia: But he still dated Drunk Dean Casca Highbottom and that scheming Strabo Plinth from District 2!

Sejanus: The ever gorgeous Crassus Xanthos Snow once dated my evil old man?!

Livia: Yup! My mama even told me that Crassus almost married into the Plinth family for money-

Coryo: Shut up, Cardew!

Livia: You started it!

Florus: *raises hand* Why don’t we just play a game instead!

Androcles: A game?

Palmyra: Sure! I wanna play a game.

Apollo: Me too!

Diana: Can we play battleships?

Everyone: No!

Diana: Why?🥺

Apollo: Sis, do you even remember that other infamous flooding incident that occurred last semester?

Diana: Is it that time where we had to call the ambulance because Gaius and Florus broke both of their legs from jumping ship?

Florus: Actual ships.

Gaius: With actual missiles.

Apollo: Yes, that.

Diana: Nope. I don’t remember.

Iphigenia: Can’t we just play the “Would You Rather” game?

Lysistrata: Ok. Yo, Coryo, would you rather marry Casca Highbottom for fame or marry Strabo Plinth for money?

Coryo: Easy. Strabo Plinth. No questions asked-

Sejanus: What about me, my love?!

Coryo: Sej, Babe, you were not even an option.

Sejanus: But you’re still going to marry me, right?🥺

Coryo: For the last time, Sejanus Plinth, you’re the only rich idiot that I’m willing to marry and have children with.

Sejanus: Oh, thank Panem! That’s good to hear, my love! So would you rather kiss me now or later?😘

Coryo: That’s not how you play this game, Babe!

Sejanus: But I want a kiss-

Coryo: Felix, I give the stage to you.

Felix: Ok. Dennis, would you rather date one of my wealthy but shady cousins or marry someone from the outer Districts?

Dennis: Which District?

Felix: 10?

Dennis: A strong wife from District 10 it is.

Juno: My turn! Hilarius, would you rather disown your creepy father and become homeless or give him Coryo and Felix in order to inherit the rest of the Heavensbee wealth?

Hilarius: What the heck, Juno! What kind of cruel options are those?!

Juno: Just answer my freaking question, Hilari!

Hilarius: Fine! The second one!

Coryo: What the heck, you traitor!

Felix: Seriously, Hilari?! You’re willing to sacrifice me and Coryo for money?!

Hilarius: Never! I would never ever do that to you, Class Pres!

Livia: Well, good luck being poor and homeless, Hilari.

Arachne: May the odds be forever in your favor, Heavensbee.

Domitia: My turn! Arachne, would you rather burn all of your inheritance for the “Sandwich Queen” title or watch Festus Creed become the official “Sandwich Queen of Panem” for the presidency?

Arachne: Well, if I do become the President of Panem, then I would have the power to get rid of Festus-

Festus: Hey!😠

Arachne: But burning my inheritance for the title is also doable.

Domitia: How?

Arachne: ‘Cuz I’ll just steal my older brother’s money.

Festus: Oh, this heartless witch-

Clemensia: My turn! Persephone, would you rather eat Palmyra’s infamous deadly apple pies for eternal fame or volunteer as a Tribute for the Hunger Games?

Persephone: The second option.

Clemensia: Really? You would rather become a Tribute just to avoid eating one deadly pie?

Persephone: Yeah, sure. Why not. I literally have better odds of winning and surviving the Hunger Games than eating one of Monty’s rebel-killer sweets.

Everyone: True.😞

Io: My turn! Urban, would you rather fail our calculus class in order to gain political power and influence or replace Dr. Gaul as the Head Game Maker for political power and influence?

Urban: Those options are actually difficult to answer, Jasper.

Io: Just take your pick!

Urban: Fine! I do love calculus more than anything in this world. So-

Io: Head Gamemaker Urban Canville it is?

Urban: Yeah.

Apollo: My turn! Andie, would you rather steal Dr. Gaul’s monster bunny for illegal money or marry into the very corrupt and chaotic Ravinstill family?

Androcles: Both.

Everyone: Really?!

Androcles: Yeah. Im willing to steal Dr. Gaul’s evil bunny and marry Ravinstill at the same time.

Felix: Which Ravinstill are we talking about?

Androcles: Oh, you tell me, Class Pres.😏

Diana: My turn! Sejanus, would you rather challenge Coryo’s evil grandmother to an epic drinking contest just to win Coryo’s hand in marriage or push Highbottom-

Sejanus: Push Highbottom!

Diana: I’m not even done yet!

Sejanus: No need to worry, Ring. I’m willing to push Highbottom for Coryo.😀

Diana: Let me finish-

Sejanus: No! Pushing Highbottom is the only right answer!

Casca: *walks in* Pushing who?

Coryo: No one, Sir. Sejanus is just shouting at the sky again.

Casca: Oh, ok.

Diana: Well, bye-

Casca: By the way, who told you to play the “Would You Rather” game without my consent, Crassus Snow?

Coryo: It’s Coriolan-

Casca: Crassus Xanthos Snow! My love, how dare you play these silly games without me?!😭🔪

Felix: *sighs* Dean Highbottom’s drunk again.

Sejanus: So can I push him now?😀

Coryo: Sure. Go ahead. I might even kiss you.

Sejanus: Can you kiss me now?

Coryo: No.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 9 - Of Vice and Men

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 8 -- Part 10

Pairing: Mike x Dani x Sy (Yup...) and Mike x Dani

Summary: When Dani finally shows up at Mike's place again, figuring she should really confess her little adventure with Sy, the night takes a very unexpected turn.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral and fingering (f receiving), m/m/f-threesome stuff, drug use (weed and alcohol). P-in-v sex. Some fluff, some angst if you squint a li'l...

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: The first bit was hella inspired by this idea form @marveldcmistress. I wanted to write this as soon as I saw that idea, but it needed a little context. And you get some bonus fucking after it. Anyway, enjoy this little piece of filth. (Or skip it, if this isn't something you're generally into, that's absolutely A-Okay!)

By the by! This chapter takes this fic over 40k words!

“Fuck!” It sounded from the other side of the door. “Fuck! Mike, you dick!”

“Sore loser, Syverson?” God no, it wasn’t true. You dropped the hand you were going to use to knock on the door and seriously considered turning around and walking away. You’d barely talked to Mike for days, and he’d been asking what was wrong, but you hadn’t been able to tell him. How was “I fucked your roommate after an orientation party” ever going to be a message someone didn’t mind hearing? You’d just about die if Mike would all of a sudden confess he’d slept with Ariel or something. 

“Whatever, I’m gonna take a piss,” Sy’s drawl was unmistakable - it had to be him. The remark was followed by heavy footsteps - and the realization that there was no way for you to get out of there in time. The door swung open right in your face. 

“Hi there, Sugar,” Sy grinned before he pushed past you and made his way to the bathroom. 

“Dani!” Mike said, upbeat as ever. He raced to the door as a puppy that was happy to see his owner again after a long day. “Come in! You’re not going home for the holidays?” You explained to Mike that your parents both worked in a hospital and couldn’t get any time off work, so you’d decided to stay put instead of exhaust yourself traveling all over the place.

“You?” You asked as you walked into the room and dropped yourself on the couch. 

“Divorce is wonderful. My mom would rather spend Christmas with her girlfriends and their mid-life crises on a cruise in the Bahamas or wherever, and my dad can’t be arsed to remember he has a son ever since Jessica and her two wonderful daughters showed up in his life.” Shit, you wished you hadn’t asked so casually. 

“It’s okay, Dani,” he chuckled, “I’m kind of glad you’ll be here. Do you have plans for New Year's Eve?” How had this not come up yet? You’d made plans with Sloane and Ari back in September, but they were both seeing guys - casually, but still - so perhaps…

“I was going to go out with my friends, but maybe you want to tag along?” You suggested. Mike looked happy that you’d want him around. 

“If they’re okay with that, I’d love to. We can sleep here, if you want?” 

“Are you avoiding awkward morning confrontations with my roommates, Mike?” You laughed as you shook your head. 

“Oh, one hundred percent.” You had to admit that you appreciated the honesty. “But I guess I don’t have the right, since you were surprised by Sy’s presence last weekend.” God, no! That was impossible! Except it wasn’t, because from that stupid grin on his face you could very clearly tell that he knew. “Sy told me you guys slept together. It’s no big deal, Dani.” 

“No big deal? I’d go absolutely ballistic if you told me you screwed one of my roommates…”

“We can’t all be as chill as I am,” Mike joked as he pulled me into a hug. You were curled up next to him on the couch when Sy came back. You moved your feet in as closely as they would go, but the couch was a little on the small side for the three of you, what with Sy being as broad as he was and Mike taking up a surprising amount of space for someone so lanky. 

“Kill the game, Sy, there’s ladies present now.”

“I don’t see any.” Sy looked around theatrically, and the second he looked away from you you kicked him in the thigh. “Fuck!” He grabbed your ankles and pulled them into his lap, holding onto them firmly when you tried to pull back. The extra space was welcome, but you weren’t quite sure how comfortable Mike would be with you having your feet in Sy’s lap, given the circumstances - especially since you were wearing a skirt, although it was long enough, even in this position. You looked up at him and found him looking down at you. 

“Comfy?” He chuckled when he saw your surprise. “You can just relax, Dani, it’s in the past.” But you couldn’t relax. You were worried about grades, and Sy, and Mike, sad that you weren’t going to be home for the holidays and miserable when you considered that nobody else would be there, even if you did go home, because your parents didn’t have the time. It wasn’t entirely fair, you knew that, but you felt a little alone. And did you mention sad? 

“We were planning on drinking and watching dumb movies, you in, babe?” Mike pulled you from your thoughts, and repeated the question when he realized you hadn’t heard a thing. You nodded in reply; it actually sounded like a good way to take your mind off things. The boys had clearly already started part A of the whole scheme, judging from the several empty bottles on the small table and the faint smell of beer that surrounded Mike. Sy reached into the mini fridge that sat next to the couch and handed you a bottle. Your hand was shaking when you took it from him. 

“Jesus, baby, you need to relax.” It was easier said than done; you were tense from the thoughts running through your head, and Sy’s presence didn’t exactly do anything to help the situation. Then, there was the fact that you noticed that your restlessness was putting Mike on edge, which wasn’t a good place for him to be, either. 

“Mike, go smoke or something,” Sy laughed all of a sudden. Next to you, you felt Mike make some erratic movements that you guessed were intended to tell Sy to shut up. 

“You smoke, Mike?” you asked curiously. As far as you knew, he wasn’t a regular smoker - you’d never seen him with a cigarette in hand, at least - but given his unruly disposition (and by that you meant: ADHD) you wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes indulged in something more calm-inducing and mellowing than alcohol or tobacco. 

“Eh… Occasionally,” he responded before sending a chilling glare Sy’s way. 

“Like… Cigarettes?” you asked while raising one eyebrow at him. 

“Herbally augmented ones,” Mike responded dryly while he rolled his eyes, as if he was waiting for you to berate him. 

“Got enough to share?” You asked carefully. Mike’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and he nodded enthusiastically. From the looks of it, he wasn’t used to people being chill about this.

The three of you prepared to go outside - naturally, the list of things August would commit murder over included ‘smoking indoors’. When Mike suddenly stood still in the middle of the hallway, both you and Sy bumped into him. 

“Should we invite Geralt?” That one came as a bit of a shock to you, he seemed so… uptight, you had expected more of a ‘just say no’-type. 

“No, you shouldn’t.” The voice - very clearly belonging to Geralt himself - came from somewhere inside Geralt’s bedroom. It made a lot more sense now; turning off those senses was probably a necessity rather than just a pleasure at times. 

“I thought they’d be done by now,” Mike joked softly to Sy.  

“Poor girl won’t walk for a week,” Sy chuckled back at him. From behind the door, you heard someone rummage around, followed by heavy footsteps. Mike ducked behind you - God dammit, it was a good thing he was cute, because he wasn’t exactly a tough guy. 

The door swung open to reveal an agitated Geralt in a pair of black sweatpants - and, from what your unconsciously wandering eyes gathered, nothing else. If there was an eloquent way to describe what you saw, you couldn’t come up with it: Your idiot brain full-on got stuck on “ho-ly shit” and you struggled - hard - to keep your thoughts out of the fucking gutter. Fact the first; Geralt was ripped. We’re talking borderline body-builder level shredded. Fact the second; He was half naked, and it was distracting beyond belief. Fact the third; you had a boyfriend. And apparently, Geralt wasn’t exactly eligible, either - at least not right now. So your staring was completely inappropriate, and you had to fucking stop it. But no matter how hard you tried to tear your eyes away from this beast of a man, you just couldn’t seem to do it. Every time you managed to redirect your gaze somewhere other than his abs - or lower - you found something else to be distracted by. His chest (chiseled, hairy, sweaty and heaving to the rhythm of heavy breathing - as if he’d been… running), his silver hair (falling loosely around his face instead of the usual neatly pulled back style; definitely sex-hair), his thick brows (Dani, what the fuck?). The moment seemed to last an eternity… 

“Michael, Nathan, for fuck’s sake, go,” he hissed through gritted teeth (hot) before he even looked into the hallway. When his amber eyes shot up to death-stare Mike and Sy in the face, they revealed that Geralt clearly hadn’t expected to meet your gaze first. “And Danielle. Hi, sorry.” His agitation seemed to dissipate and with it, his attitude. While Geralt seemed to deflate, Mike puffed up behind you, chest out - chin up, no doubt, but you couldn’t see - and fingers digging into your waist possessively. 

“He used our full names, man, run,” Sy laughed as he made a break for the stairs. 

“After you, Dani,” Mike said through gritted teeth, nudging you towards the stairs with urgency. He lingered behind you for a second. 

“Put on a shirt next time, dick,” you heard him hiss. Was it just your imagination, or was there a hint of insecurity to his voice?

“Shit, this is good,” you said as you handed the joint to Sy, “where did you get that stuff?”

“Leon,” Mike shrugged. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you close. It was freezing outside, weather reports even predicted snow. 

“Didn’t strike me as the type to deal drugs,” you wondered out loud. 

“He just negotiated a deal with the guys who do,” Mike laughed quietly, “he knew what they were up to, because he’s Leon, and because they’re pretty much full time potheads, they needed him a lot. Gets us a very welcome discount.”

“And by ‘us’ you mean…” 

“I think the words you’re lookin’ for are ‘all y’all’, Sugar,” Sy drawled with a deep chuckle, “but yeah. All of us indulge from time to time.”

“August?” You asked, wide-eyed and giggling. You didn’t laugh because it was entirely unbelievable or something - let’s face it, that man needed to get high more than the rest of them - you just found a lot of things weirdly funny right now.

“When he ain’t got his girl ‘round to slap the livin’ shit out of,” Sy whispered grimly. Your head spun around so fast you hurt a muscle in your neck, but you ignored it. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“Not like that, babe,” Mike said. You felt one of his legs brush past you on its way to Sy’s shin. “And forget Sy mentioned that, it’s none of our business.” He said the last part more to Sy than to you. For someone who was well on his way to having smoked half of that joint you were supposed to be sharing, Mike sounded surprisingly level-headed. After a while, you angrily came to the conclusion that it wasn’t just Mike who hadn’t been sharing. 

“Hey!” You said while reaching for the joint. Your voice was thick with annoyance at being passed over. Who did they think they were, hogging all the good stuff?

“I’m not carrying you up two flights of stairs, baby,” Mike said as he pressed his forehead against yours. The smirk on his face was even dumber than usual - it was fucking adorable. 

“You could,” you pouted. Mike traced your pushed out bottom lip with his thumb before pressing his own lips to yours. 

“But I’m not going to,” he answered when he pulled away. Another soft peck landed on the tip of your nose. You had to admit you were starting to get a little unsure of your footing at times - you could get up the stairs, but maybe not in a straight line. You wouldn’t fall, though, you could do this. 

“Why don’t you go ahead, darlin’,” Sy laughed, “we’ll be up.” Standing outside with nothing more to do seemed like a fool’s game; you were cold and wanted to be under a warm, cozy blanket. Mike chuckled when you sighed reluctantly before heeding Sy’s advice. As the door closed and you disappeared out of earshot, their conversation continued. 

“You’re a lucky man, Mikey,” Sy sighed as he lifted the joint up to his lips, “she’s a damn good one in the sack.”

“You’d know,” Mike laughed. Somehow, he felt more threatened by that little spat with a half-naked and impressively angry Geralt, than by the fact that Sy had actually shagged his girlfriend. Actually, considering the fact that he and Sy weren’t strangers to sharing girls, it maybe wasn’t so strange after all. 

“Y’know what, I’m glad I never asked her number,” Sy sounded very sincere, “y’all are good together.”

“I’m glad too,” Mikey said with his signature mischievous look in his eyes, “she sucks dick like a pro.” The weed was doing its job because the guys couldn’t keep their laughter down. 

“Wonder who taught her that, because it wasn’t me.” The laugh that came from him wasn’t completely genuine, Mike noticed, it was almost as if he was a little jealous. 

“No good with you?”

“Don’t remember her tryin’. And I feel I’d’a remembered.” Sy shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him much. “I was just glad she wasn’t one of them girls that just do it to return the favor, y’know.” That he wasn’t lying about.

“Eh…” Mike scratched the back of his head. 

“You’ve never…”

“Once. High school girlfriend. She told me I was bad and I’ve been kinda scared ever since,” Mike seemed very interested in the color of his shoes all of a sudden. 

“Well, I can always show you what she likes,” Sy half-joked as he dropped the butt of the joint in the ashtray on the windowsill before disappearing inside. 

You were much more comfortable between Sy and Mike now. The three of you had assumed the same positions on the couch you had before; you were snuggled up to Mike, with your feet resting in Sy’s lap. After a while, the chilly air in the room distracted you from the terrible horror slashfest that was going on on the TV in front of you. As soon as you shivered, Mike jumped up and grabbed you a blanket. It was nice, being tucked in between them. Some time later, you noticed that Sy’s fingers were drawing firm circles over the bottoms of your feet; the feeling was nice, and it made you hum and snuggle into Mikey further. He replied by sliding his hand underneath the blanket to your waist. You couldn’t see the meaningful look the two exchanged above you, both thinking about the last thing Sy had mentioned when they’d been outside. 

Sy’s hands found their way underneath the blanket, too, and the circular motions of his fingers slowly worked their way up your calves. It startled you, and you pulled your legs in, crawling further into Mike, lookin up wide-eyed, not scared, but definitely confused. 

“Relax, baby,” Mike said with a cheeky wink - the kind of wink that really only meant one thing; he was in on this… The thought alone turned your pussy into a dripping mess, but something in your mind told you you were crazy for thinking Mike was okay with this. You weren’t even quite sure you were okay with this. That night with Sy had been good, sure, but it had been just that - one night. You weren’t sure you wanted him again - and you were sure you didn’t want to complicate things with Mike, though you weren’t quite sure there was such a thing as complicated when it came to Mike. He generally didn’t seem to do ‘complicated’. And there was one thing about that night you had missed. Something no other guy - not that there had been many in the meantime - had been able to do as well. Something Mike hadn’t done at all… You remembered your conversation with Sloane and Ariel about that hookup - and while Slo’s alliterations had been a little over the top, the gist of it was that you’d spent the majority of that conversation raving about Sy’s incredibly skilled mouth. When his fingers reached the inside of your thighs and Mike’s hands had slowly moved from your waist to your chest, you started to squirm. 

“Shit, Mike, she’s worse at sitting still than you.”

“If I didn’t know any better…”

“I’d say this turned her on.”

“I’d check, but I can’t reach,” Mike laughed. The sound was mellow and thick and it just sounded so delightfully stoned that you couldn’t help but laugh yourself. That laugh turned into a giggle when Sy took that little hint and one hand traveled further up your thigh, suddenly snaking between your legs, pushing your skirt up as it moved up, and up, and up, until the tips of his fingers rested softly against your pussy. You whined when he traced them back and forth along your covered slit a few times and Mike’s hand lazily toyed with one of your nipples through your bra. One finger slipped into your panties and dragged a single line between your folds. 

“Oh, no, she’s definitely into this,” Sy chuckled. This time, you did see the meaningful look that the boys gave each other, and you gasped. Not only were they okay with this whole thing; they’d done it before. You moaned softly when Mike softly pinched your nipple, right at the time when Sy slipped a finger into your wetness. The combination of your high and the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin fueled the fire inside you, and you moved your hips to give Sy easier access. 

“Shit, she really is.” It was Mike’s turn to chuckle. Judging from the situation in his jeans, he wasn’t exactly having a terrible time, either. One finger became two, and though you were more than wet enough to accommodate the added girth, you squirmed when he pushed into you. Mike looked mostly focused on the TV while playing with your boobs, although his eyes darted in your direction often. Maybe he just felt that it wouldn’t make you more comfortable to have him staring down at you the whole time - and he’d be right. Things changed pace when Mikey all of a sudden pulled you up and started lifting your sweater. You gladly helped him take it off. It was Sy’s cue to take off your underwear, which went surprisingly easily. He slipped off the couch, onto the floor in front of you, two fingers quickly finding their way back to tease at your entrance. 

"Please," you sighed before you could stop yourself. The boys laughed at your plea.

"Feel good, baby?" Mike whispered in your ear. His tongue traced your ear and traveled down your neck. The incredible feeling of Mikey sucking on the tender skin of your throat was rivaled only by the feeling of Sy's hot breath on your cunt, which came closer and closer until his tongue hit your clit. 

"Fuck," you spoke hoarsely as you tried to register it all; Mike's stubbled jaw, soft lips and sharp teeth, ravaging your neck, no doubt marking you up with little lovebites everywhere, his slim hands feverishly kneading your breasts, and Sy's scruffy beard scratching between your legs as his tongue lapped away at your clit, fingers curling inside your pussy, pressing against that special spot that made your legs tense up from the intense pleasure. Your hand reached for Mikey's head, fingers tangling with his hair, as the other made its way to Sy's, pressing his face closer to you. Fuck, if he kept this up you were going to cum in less than a minute. You caught a glimpse of Mike's eyes as he looked at your writhing body, right before capturing your lips with his, and realized right then just how much you wanted it to be him down there between your thighs. 

"Baby," you moaned into his mouth, nudging his head down firmly. He took the hint - not that it was in any way subtle - and slid off the couch to join Sy, who must have felt the movement next to him, because he stopped doing what he was doing right before you were about to cum, and pulled away. 

You whined at the loss of friction and pouted as you looked down at the men who were sitting between your legs. They grinned at each other before each putting a hand behind your knee and pushing your legs up on the couch, spreading you wide open. Your brain almost shut down trying to comprehend everything that happened next; one mouth near each of your knees, biting, sucking and licking its way toward your center so fucking slowly it made you want to cry; one side flaring up with the occasional sting of a lovebite, the other plagued by the constant chafing of course hair against delicate skin. Fingers tracing your leg faster in a race to your core that ended with two hands fighting for entrance between your legs, until they ultimately gave up and four eager fingers found their way inside your throbbing heat. They were rough in their enthusiasm, making you squirm when they stretched you a little too far. Occasional chuckles slipped from their throats as they relished the view of your endlessly writhing body above them. They looked at you, each in their own distinct way; Sy cocky and amused - and rightfully so: the arrogant bastard knew exactly what he did to you and every bit of that confident smirk was deserved - and Mikey curious, selfless and eager to learn new ways to please you. You rolled your hips against their movements, fucking yourself entirely goddamn stupid on their fingers as their faces moved in closer. 

"Fuck, Sugar," he chuckled before raising his eyebrows at Mike. "Easy one, brother, she's doing half the work for you." 

Mike's fingers slipped out of you, which would have been very upsetting if they hadn't immediately been replaced by his tongue. You gasped when he found the swollen little pearl that begged so desperately for attention. Fuck, even if Sy was right and you were doing half the work by writhing against him, you didn't give a damn; nothing was going to stop you from fucking yourself to heaven and back on Sy's fingers and Mikey's tongue. It came sooner than expected, and after you rode out your high, Sy's fingers left your pussy and he climbed back onto the couch with you, that cocky grin still firmly set on his face.

"I think she's got another one in her, Mike," he said as he wrapped his arms around you. He didn't try to kiss you, which you appreciated, but he did take a thorough interest in your tits. Fingers dug into the soft flesh of your boobs and circled your nipples. They were later replaced by his warm mouth, gently sucking and biting down on the pebbled skin. 

Mike's rhythm was less stable now that he had both his hands and mouth to worry about, and the contrast with a minute ago turned his moments unsure until his mouth left your skin and he focused on his hands. You weren't having it; one hand twisted itself into his hair and pulled his face back to where you felt it belonged. 

"He's a li'l shy, Sugar," Sy drawled in your ear so softly that you doubted Mike had even heard it. You understood the assignment.

"Baby, don't stop," you whined - with an extra side of extra whiny - as you kept nudging his head in the direction you wanted it to go, "it was so good." The decision to wrap his lips around your clit again was rewarded with a high pitched squeal that came from deep within you. This time, too, you unconsciously helped Mike keep his rhythm by writhing your hips into him. When he made the executive decision to forget about his hands - the right choice; kid just couldn't multitask for shit - and focus on his tongue, you felt yourself on the climb up towards your second orgasm. Fuck, he was good, and the sight of that gorgeous face between your legs was so fantastic that your eyes were glued on him - provided you were able to keep them open, anyway. Your climax approached swiftly, and with a perfectly timed flick of his tongue, Mike tilted you over the edge and eagerly took in every drop of arousal that spilled from you before joining you on the couch. The boys pulled you back into the position you had started your night in - leaning into Mike, feet in Sy's lap - and covered you with the blanket. No one brought up anything else - not even the raging boners they both obviously had. When you tentatively rubbed Mike through his jeans, he just pulled your hand away and shook his head and winked at you.

The whole thing felt like a dream when you woke up in Mike’s arms the next morning, though you couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad one. Slowly but surely, the notion that it had been the worst idea in the history of humanity wormed its way into your brain, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of bed, but Mike was still asleep and he was holding you close. Without realizing it, your quiet panic woke him up. 

“Dani, what’s wrong? It’s early,” he mumbled into your ear. 

“I have to go, Mike,” you said under your breath as you strained against the arms that held you firmly in place. 

“No, you don’t,” Mike said, all of a sudden sounding very alert, “we need to talk.” You knew he was right, but the thought scared you nonetheless. 

“We did that,” you said shyly, “while we’ve only been on one date. With the room… I’m not going to explain why it’s fucking weird.” 

“Did you have fun?” Mike asked. You stared at him in disbelief. What the hell did that matter? “It was weird, Mike.” 

“Did you have fun?” He asked again. From the look on his face you could tell he wouldn’t let that go. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “weird but fun.” 

“So think about that. I know I am. We were a little drunk, a lot stoned, sometimes you do weird stuff. Forgive and forget the weird bit, remember the fun bit, you’re good to go.” 

“I guess…” 

“And for the record; you’ve been on one date with me. I’ve been on two dates with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“Hey, there’s that pretty smile.” Mike grabbed your chin to turn your face to his. You loved hearing him say that, it did something to you. Forget the weird, remember the fun, you chanted as you thought about the night before. What about the bit you had been longing for but never got? Your unasked question was answered when Mike pressed his lips to yours and immediately set your insides on fire. After a few minutes, filled with soft kisses on your lips, neck, shoulders and boobs; tongues trailing and tracing; teeth pulling and biting, Mike’s hands started wandering over your body. He was impatient today, which was great, because so were you. After a hasty expedition down your torso, he found you dripping wet - the lovely result of the night before, the dream about the night before, and the few blissful minutes with his mouth all over your body. He looked up at you, grinning widely before dipping his head below the covers and making his way down, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake. For a brief moment, he examined his handiwork from the night before, and found your left leg covered in small bruises. The other was covered in beard-burn, but that went in the direction of his mental trash bin - not his circus, not his monkeys, right? He didn’t tease you, which you appreciated; all you wanted was to feel his mouth on you, and he happily obliged. It started with a few lazy kisses along your slit, followed by a careful flick of his tongue against your already swollen clit. Before long, you were grinding yourself against his mouth again, as Mike eagerly pressed his tongue to the sensitive pearl between your legs. 

“Fuck, Mikey!” You cooed as you felt the pressure in your stomach build. “Don’t stop!” He didn’t. Instead, he unraveled you with his tongue, only ending his efforts when the last wave of your orgasm had passed. If he’d been impatient before, it was nothing compared to him now. He scrambled to grab a condom off the shelf over the headboard, and if putting them on were an Olympic sport, he’d have medaled for sure. 

“Wait!” You said, and were immediately faced with puppy-eyes that belonged to a man who clearly didn’t want to wait.

“Dani!” He whined, really dragging out that last i. As adorable as you found the whole thing, you weren’t blessed with much patience this morning, either. 

“Ok, fine!” You said quasi-annoyed, rolling your eyes at Mike’s very enthusiastic expression. When he didn’t move, you got suspicious. “What?”

“Turn around,” he said, laughing when your eyes widened, “please?” Fuck, those goddamn eyes, you seriously doubted you’d ever be able to refuse this guy: All he had to do was look at you with those fucking puppy-eyes and you were a puddle at his feet. So you listened and turned over on your stomach, getting tangled up in the logistics of legs and bodies and what not. He pulled you onto your knees, taking advantage of the great view of you ass he had this way, being himself and biting you, very quickly, before squeezing and kneading away while lining his cock up with the entrance to your drenched pussy. As previously established; he was impatient. It just turned out that you had no idea just how impatient. With one quick thrust, Mike sank all the way into you. The angle that came with your current position took him deep, a little too deep.

“Ow!”

“Sorry!” His next move was slower, more controlled and it allowed you to move yourself into a better position. “Better?” You couldn’t do anything other than nod and gasp when he slid into you again. 

“Fuck!” This was good, so, so good. You quickly lost your train of thought and threw your hips back to meet Mike’s thrusts. He chuckled at your enthusiasm. His fingers dug into your skin when he gripped you tight so he could pull you back onto his cock himself. Every time his hips slammed into you, the noises that escaped from your throat became more high pitched and louder; you buried your head in a pillow to muffle them but you were fairly sure you didn’t have a prayer that no one else would hear. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered; your entire world consisted of Mike and you, and sex and sweat and this new but incredible feeling of getting railed from behind six ways to sunday - or monday, today was sunday, even though you were entirely convinced you’d be bruised inside and out tomorrow. Who gave a fuck about a little pain, especially when it hurt so good? Whether it lasted too long or too short was a question you’d probably never be able to answer, but when Mike finished and fell down on the bed next to you, your body was glad it was over even though your mind still screamed for more. 

“Just so we’re clear,” Mike grinned at you, “you liked that, right?” Someone should teach the dirty bastard to stop asking these ridiculous questions. You tickled his side, and squealed when he grabbed your wrists. 

“Shit! Yes, Mikey, I liked that.” Despite being slightly embarrassed to admit it, it would take a far better actress than you were to talk yourself and Mike into believing that your racy little performance had been a lie. “What’s it matter?” Mike let go of your hands and looked at you as if you’d gone insane. 

“First, call me a sentimental douche but I think sex is better when everyone involved is having fun,” he said while he poked at your sides, and for a moment you were charmed by the sweetness of that statement, “and second, I’ve never been with a girl who liked getting nailed from behind like that, which is very convenient for me because it happens to be my favorite position. Any further ridiculous questions?” The entire statement was so wildly Mike-esque that you couldn’t be mad at it or disgusted by it even if you tried. Besides, there wasn’t a single part of that statement that wasn’t completely true.

“One,” you chuckled in reply to his question, “feel like having another go at taking an uninterrupted shower with me?”

The second floor bathroom was occupied, and you could see it in his eyes.

“If that’s Sy…” he began to whisper to you before being interrupted by the person on the other side of the bathroom door. 

“It’s not.” Of course it was Geralt. That hearing of his was both scary and amazing. The two of you hurried to the other bathroom, laughing at what had just happened. 

“Do I need to feel guilty about that? Did we just do to him what Sy did to us?” Mike wondered out loud as you got in the shower, still snickering. 

“First, Mikey, we didn’t do anything,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close, “and no. You would have found out if it was Sy, and even if it had been him, you probably would have just come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be funny if he was in there by himself.”

“Are you suggesting we wait until he has a girlfriend, too, and then get him back for that?”

“No. I’m suggesting you shut up.” Had Mike just called you his girlfriend?

-> Part 10

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Settling Arguments

{Mario and Luigi are fighting over a video game, their dad thinks they’re acting like children, so he decides the only way to settle this childish argument, is to challenge them with something childish..}     “YOU CHEATED!” Luigi yelled.

“I won fair and square! You’re just jealous cause you’re bad!” Mario yelled back. 

The bros were currently chasing each other through their family’s apartment. They ended up at a stand still at the edges of the dining table both trying to guess the other’s next moves.

“No! I had you weakened and you moved out of the way of my shot!” Luigi pointed.

“Sorry I know how to squid roll properly!”

“I do, too!”

“That’s why you end up doing a normal jump and get killed a lot huh?” Mario smirked.

“Whatever! Plus you held onto the rainmaker way longer than you’re supposed to, and ran away like a coward!”

“I held onto it and ran so I’d run the timer out because we already won!”

“No you didn’t!!! You don’t win until the match is over!” Luigi stomped his foot like a child.

“And guess who had the victory screen at the end? MY TEAM! SO BOOM!” Mario made an over dramatic boom gesture with his hand. 

Luigi was about to make a run for Mario at the end of the table, when suddenly a hand was on his shoulder.

“What in the hell is going on here?” a voice said.

It was their dad.

“Mario cheated in a video game!” Luigi whined.

“I did not! You’re just a sore loser,” Mario replied, folding his arms in a kind of cocky gesture.

“Really guys? A video game? How old are you two? Don’t you have a job to go to?” Their dad said.

“It’s Sunday,” Luigi replied.

Damn, dad was hoping reminding them of their business would get them out of the house, but not today. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, and sighed.

“Come on, what happened to fighting like men?” he said.

“You want me to punch Mario?”

“No! I meant having an adult conversation. Since that’s apparently not gonna happen, though, and you’re acting like children, then you’re going to fight like children,” dad said.

Mario and Luigi looked at each other curiously.

    They followed their dad into the living room where the three of them stood in the middle of the room.

“Now, when you two were young, y’all were inseparable, but you still used to fight about absolutely anything! Do y’all remember what I would do to settle arguments and give y’all a ‘winner’ between you two?” 

The boys shook their heads.

“Really? It happened pretty often. So, what I did was sit you two on my lap, make you hold your arms up, and I would tickle both of you until one of you put your arms down. The first one to put his arms down, lost. And there were no and, ifs, or buts afterward.”

Mario and Luigi silently gulped a bit.

“Now, obviously you two are too big and old to sit in your papa’s lap, so I’m gonna change it up. Mario, stand here.”

Mario stood in the middle of the two.

“Lift your arms up.”

Mario did so.

“Now interlock your fingers.”

His dad grabbed his arms together, and Mario locked his fingers together in a fist.

“There,” his dad said stepping back, “you stand there, and keep your arms up as long as you can while Luigi gets to tickle the crap outta you!”

Luigi’s face lit up. He was going to get to tickle his older brother with no repercussions?! Oh yes! He practically skipped over to Mario. Mario gave him a side eye.

“Can I tickle him anywhere?!” he exclaimed.

“Yup! Anywhere you can reach. Now don’t get too excited, Lu, you’re next,” his dad threatened playfully. 

Luigi got a bit nervous at this, but was quickly pulled out of it when remembering why he was standing behind Mario.

“I’m gonna start a timer. Mario, you can laugh, move, anything you want except for running and putting your arms down. As soon as those arms go down, that’s time. Whoever held them up the longest in the end, wins.”

“Got it, now can we get this over with? My arms are already getting tired,” Mario sighed.

“Sure. Start… now!”

Luigi wasted no time skittering his fingers over Mario’s sides up to his ribs. Instantly targeting his top ribs and armpits. Mario held strong for about two seconds before bursting out in giggles. He stomped his feet, and clamped his fingers tighter together. Since they were wearing their lounge clothes, there was very little protection for their bare skin. As Luigi tickled Mario’s armpits, he saw that his shirt lifted up a bit due to his arms being above his head causing his belly to peek out of it. Luigi’s fingers instantly gravitated towards Mario’s stomach skittering across the bottom of it that was peeking out. 

“Waihihit! NOT THEHEHERE!!” Mario squealed as Luigi dove his hands under his shirt, squeezing his belly.

Luigi’s hands skittered across his tummy to his hips squeezing them gently. Mario doubled over but kept his arms above his head.

“Oh come on, you know you wanna protect yourself. Just do it. Clamp your arms down on my hands, it ain’t gonna hurt ya,” Luigi teased. 

Mario shook his head, “n-NOT A CHAHAHANCE- EHEHEHEHE!!”

Mario snapped his body back up when Luigi suddenly went under his shirt, and back to his armpits. His fingers skittered and poked all over his upper body rapidly to keep him from getting used to any sensations. Mario could feel his arms slipping down, and he almost gave up.

“You made it past sixty seconds!” his dad exclaimed.

Mario shot his arms back up with newfound determination. There was no way Luigi would beat past a minute! He tried to make it longer just to make sure. 

“LU! S-STAHAHAP THAHAHAT! STOP S-SWITCHING SPOHAHAHATS!”

“What’s wrong, big bro? Too ticklish, hm? If I stayed in one spot, you’d get used to it, so I gotta switch it up a bit!” Luigi smiled.

“I- I WOULDN’T HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHAHAHAD!!”

His nerves were screaming at him to give up, but he was determined. That was until Luigi snuck a hand between his shoulder to his neck. Mario squealed, scrunched his neck, and recoiled. His arms came down, swatting Luigi’s hands away.

“TIME!” their dad announced.

Mario doubled over panting, his arms wrapping around his middle to protect himself.

“One minute and twenty seconds!”

“Whoo!.. b-beat that!” Mario huffed.

Luigi giggled but was visibly nervous. He knew he was going to lose this. Sure, Mario was pretty ticklish, but him? He was a walking tickle spot..

    “Ha! Bet, I will!” Luigi scoffed confidently.

He took Mario’s place in the middle of the room, and raised his arms, interlocking his fingers. Mario rolled his eyes and grinned at this faux confidence as he stepped behind his little brother.

“Ready?” 

“Ready.”

“And… go!”

Mario instantly dove his fingers into Luigi’s underarms. Luigi screeched and almost failed instantly, but shoved his arms back up. 

The good thing about this whole challenge is they both knew each other’s tickle spots. Obviously after being brothers for years they knew exactly how to target each other. The bad thing was usually Luigi, being the younger brother, was the one to get tickled to pieces every time they had a tickle fight which would always just end up being “tickle Luigi.” Luigi knew where Mario was most ticklish, but he also knew exactly where Luigi was most ticklish, and exactly how to tickle him to make him completely succumb and go crazy. Perks of being the asshole older brother he guessed.

Luigi twisted in Mario’s grasp, but held steady. He screamed when his ribs were suddenly tased. God how he hated when Mario would do that. Just two fingers quickly, and harshly vibrating between his ribs were enough to kill the man. Luigi tightened his fists above his head. He dropped them onto the top of his head trying to lessen the sensations.“He put his arms down!” Mario exclaimed seeing his dad not react.

“Nope, they’re still up,” he replied.

“You didn’t say we could do that!” 

“You didn’t ask.”

Mario rolled his eyes, and dug into Luigi’s tummy. Now he was determined to win. Luigi shrieked, and doubled over, but like Mario, kept his arms up. He held a leg up trying to protect his stomach.

“Ah ah ah, fratellino, no protecting yourself!” Mario teased as he squeezed his kneecap making him drop back down. Mario skated his fingers over Luigi’s bare belly. 

“PLEASE I-IT’S SO BAHAHAHAD!! N-NAHAHAT MY TUMMY PLEHEHEASE!”

“Ohohoh yes! Is your tummy ticklish, Weeg? Got a ticklish tum?! Sucks for you!”

Luigi’s face turned bright red at the teasing. God, why’d that always get to him so much?!

“30 seconds till a minute!” dad said.

No way Luigi was gonna get to over a minute. Mario was not going to lose to the most ticklish person on the planet! Time to kick it up.

Mario squeezed Luigi’s hips as he began to walk around to face him.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOIHIHIHING?!” 

“Oh nothing, there was nothing against changing positions was there?” Mario called back to his dad.

“Nope!”

Mario grinned evilly at Luigi whose giggles became nervous. He tickled up his sides then shoved his hands onto the sides of his neck fluttering his fingers gently. Luigi threw his head back, wheezing, and scrunching up. He was sure that digging into his shoulders would break him, but Luigi kept himself together. Even raising his arms back up fully.

“You passed a minute, Weeg!” dad exclaimed.

Oh he was not going to win this.

Mario thought fast, then quickly shoved Luigi’s shirt up to his chest revealing his stomach. Luigi felt the breeze, and tried to back away.

“NO! M-MAHAHARIO! DO NOHOHOT PLEASE!!”

Without hesitation, Mario grabbed Luigi’s sides to hold him where he was, while still squeezing them, took a quick deep breath, and blew as hard as he could on his tummy.

Luigi screamed then cackled as his whole body convulsed and his arms shot down trying to push Mario off of his poor ticklish belly. 

“TIME!” 

Luigi collapsed on his butt on the ground panting and still laughing hard.

“What did he get?” Mario asked practically running over to the timer on the phone.

“One minute.. and seventeen seconds!”

“YES!”

 “NO!”

“I WIN! HAHA!” Mario pumped his fist.

Luigi pulled himself up from the ground defeatedly.

“Congrats, now if you’ll excuse me, I hear leftover lasagna calling my name,” their dad said getting up from the recliner.

“Wait! No that’s not fair, let me see-”

“Sorry, can’t hear you over lasagna!” 

The boys were left in the living room. One gloating and the other sulking.

“Aw it’s okay Weeg, it’s not your fault you’re too ticklish for your own good,” Mario giggled.

“No, you came around front to blow a raspberry on me! You cheated again!” Luigi exclaimed.

“Ah fratellino, always will be the sore loser little brother..”

Luigi glared at him.

“I’m only joking! Come on, you know it’s not that serious. You’re not actually mad, are you?” Mario asked.

Luigi rolled his eyes then smirked, “no. But you should run.”

Mario widened his eyes, and tried to get up, but Luigi caught his leg.

“Whoops too slow!” Luigi gleamed.

Mario struggled to pull his leg out of Luigi’s grasp but Luigi was already locking it under his arm. Mario hopped on one leg, eventually stumbling down onto his butt on the floor.

“You good?” Luigi asked, making sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Yeah but l-let go!”

“Ha! As if. You deserve this.”

Luigi pulled off Mario’s shoe, and instantly scribbled his nails on his foot making Mario snort and fall onto his back instantly cackling.

Laughter could be heard from both boys for at least another hour before it quieted down. 

There was no final winner.

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Mortal Kombat: Earth-66 (1.5)

Here is the second half of character interactions (Mar’i & Jake)

1- Mar’i: wanna spar? I’ll let you wrestle me to the ground.

Chris: oh! Hehe sure.

Mar’I: *smirks* read you like an open book!

2-Mar’i: future bro in law, wanna fight?

Jon: sure, won’t hold back though!

Mar’i: Tamareans is stronger than kryptonians.

3- Mar’i: you are daddy’s favorite Robin

Damian: *tt* is that so?

Mar’i: talked about you for hours.

4- Mar’i: we are both noble heirs for warrior queens

Hunter: it means we are both strong.

Mar’i: but I’m more stronger *does the lower bottom eyelid & sticks tongue out anime taunt.*

5-Mar’i: you think your arrows are faster than my starbolts?

Connor: yup, fastest drawer on the planet!

Mar’i: that’s what Lian said.

6- Mar’i: I’m a warrior princess!

Arthur: & I’m a warrior prince.

Mar’i: let’s see who’s the better warrior!

7-Mar’i: is it true that you eat worms?

Hector: no! I’m just a regular kid with hawk armor on!

Mar’i: that’s what a person who eats worms would say!

8-Mar’i: A Tamarean is stronger than a kryptonian!

Osul-Ra: wrong, & I’m a Phaelosian not a kryptonian!

Mar’i: *shugs noise* same thing.

9-Mar’i: *gasps* are you a warrior princess too?!

Otho-Ra: I’m my papas StarChild.

Mar’i: I’m my daddy’s StarShine.

10-Mar’i: wow! You get super strength?!

Colin: yeah, & I get even stronger.

Mar’i: strong like a Tamarean?

11-Mar’i: are you spying on Chris & I?

Conner: just being a good big bro & watching out.

Mar’i: thanks for that, but we don’t need you.

12-Mar’i: your just like uncle dami, But a princess!

Mara: I prefer a demon instead.

Mar’i: yup, talk like him too.

13-Mar’i: you can shoot lasers out of your eyes!

Maya: *giggles* yup & turn invisible too!

Mar’i: wooah! Cool!

14-Mar’i: Irey is my best friend!

Maxine: no she’s mine!

Mar’i: Mine!

15-Mar’i: hmph! Stop talking about my mom like that perv!

Clifford: what? I just said she’s like E.T. But with double D’s?

Mar’i: I’m gonna kick your butt!

16-Mar’i: what am I thinking about?

Kathy: Ranch with pizza on the bottom.

Mar’i: *gasp* soooo cool!

17- Mar’i: what’s hotter: my starbolts or your magical flames?

Suren: my flames can burn to ash.

Mar’i: my bolts are hotter than the sun.

FireWing (Jake Grayson)

1-Jake: loser has to make a parfait for the winner!

Chris: & it’s gonna be you.

Jake: then I’m gonna make it butt flavored.

2- Jake: we are the strongest of our teams.

Jon: let’s see who’s stronger between the both of us.

Jake: loser has pretzels for the winner.

3-Jake: dad said you were his favorite Robin.

Damian: *tt* is that so?

Jake: he was right, you are a butt munch.

4-Jake: we are both warrior princes.

Hunter: but I’m far stronger.

Jake: let’s test that out.

5-Jake: your screams can hurt eardrums?

Connor: yup, even steel at full scream.

Jake: really? Mine too! *starts screaming autisticly*

6-Jake: we are both warrior princes.

Arthur: yup, I’m of water & you of fire.

Jake: fire is better than water.

7-Jake: is it true that you eat worms?

Hector: no! Where did you heard that from?!

Jake: my sister bird boy! *giggles*

8-Jake: *deepens voice* accept my challenge kakarot!

Osul-Ra: *highens voice* Right! Let’s do it!

9-Jake: a warrior princess?

Otho-Ra: I’m my papas StarChild.

Jake: Mar’i would love to have you as a sister.

10-Jake: woah! You can turn into a giant!

Colin: yup, maybe even bigger.

Jake: can I do pull-ups on your wrists?

11-Jake: can you teach me how to be cool?

Conner: bro, you are already cool with the flame outfit!

Jake: awww, cool.

12-Jake: you’re just like uncle Damian.

Mara: how so?

Jake: a butthead but pretty.

13-Jake: you can shoot lasers?

Maya: yup, & turn invisible too!

Jake: can I use it to pull goons pants down? Please?

14-Jake: since my mom’s species came from cats could you technically control me?

Maxine: huh, you came from cats?!

Jake: meow! Meow! *purrs*

15-Jake: keep my mom’s name outta your mouth!

Clifford: why? I just said she’s like E.T. But with double D’s.

Jake: I’m gonna punch you in the tenders!

16: Jake: what number am I thinking of?

Kathy: not a number but the color blue.

Jake: darn, thought I could trick you. *pouts*

17: Jake: what’s hotter? My starbolts or your magical flames.

Suren: I can burn a body to ash.

Jake: can you light your farts on fire though?

[awmancreeper]

ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 03- Hunting Wabbits

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

Masterlist / prev / next

!!written parts!!

“Come on Kai we’re just messing around” Beomgyu teased as the four walked down the sidewalk. “Yeah, I get it” Kai rolled his eyes “hey did you guys call my boss about the job?” Soobin asked the boys “thank you for the offer but I’m making pretty good money from my tutoring business” Taehyun informed him as soobin nodded “makes sense, beomgyu?” Beomgyu stopped walking “yeahhhh no!” “Why, don’t you need the money?” Kai asked. Beomgyu laughed and put one of his hands behind his head “I’m a trust fund baby don’t need it” he bragged as they all scoffed “I thought you said your parent were gonna cut you off?” Taehyun brought up making Gyu stiffen up “l-listen I’ll get a job once Kai gets a girlfriend,” Beomgyu joked “okay when is my love life gonna stop being a joke to you guys,” Kai asked they all looked at him before laughing “we can’t joke about something you don’t have?” Taehyun laughed “we joke about your dad?” Kai told him everyone going silent before busting up laughing “holy shit!” Beomgyu yelled hitting Tae in the back “yeah yeah At least I have the balls to talk to girls and make money while doing it” Taehyun said punching Kai in the arm making him whimper in pain.

“Speaking of which I have a tutoring session in 15 minutes” Taehyun looked at his watch “wait what time is it?” Soobin asked “um a little past 1:30” “HOLY SHIT I STILL HAVE GO HOME, IM GONNA BE LATE” Soobin dropped his board “KAI YOU COMING?” “I don’t go in until later” soobin shrugged “alright see you guys!” And with that soobin was off.

“Look at him skating off just to make minimum wage,” Beomgyu said wiping a fake tear “I have to go too guys gotta be there before the client” Taehyun pointed while Beomgyu shook his head “you should get a job too, it’ll show your parents you have some sort of responsibility” Kai told him but Beomgyu laughed “like I said I’ll get a job once Hyuka gets himself a girlfriend,” Beomgyu dropped his board on the floor “but until then I’m a free bird CAHH, later losers!!” Beomgyu skated off and continued to make bird noises. Tae and Kai looked at each other “wanna walk me to the library?” “Nah ima chill here for a bit” “ight see yah virgin” Taehyun waved to him walking away.

Kai sighed and sat on a bench over a tree chilling out. “Hey” a small voice called out making Kai look around but didn’t see anyone. “Psss” it happened again “um?” Kai questioned looking around one more time “up here!” the voice whispered/yelled. Kai looked up to stop a familiar girl in the tree, he stood up “holy shit what are you doing up there?” He asked, “would you believe me if I said I was hunting for rabbits?” She asked smiling at him “pretty odd place to be hunting” Kai said to himself “hey can you tell me if there’s a boy standing by the center tree?” She asked Kai looked at spotted a boy holding flowers. “Y-yup” She sighed and hugged the tree stump. “So um why are you hiding from your Romeo?” Kai asked looking up at the girl “I-I’m not hiding just waiting” she replied closing her eyes. Kai stared at her this was the first time he’s seen her without her friends and she looked tired. She felt his eyes on her, she sighed peeking at him “plus the view up here is amazing” she smiled Kai felt nervous but it looked like you need someone to talk to so he gathered his courage “right so why are you avoiding him?” Kai asked her smile dropped “I’m not fooling you am I?” Kai hesitantly shook his head “he’s been asking me out every week for the past 3 months,” she told “he’s a sweet guy don’t get me wrong” Y/n frankly told him smiling nearly falling from the tree making them both freak out. “Woah be careful!” Kai told her as she laughed nervously “I don’t know how to tell him no. I’m always making up excuses” she said “but he’s not the guy who asked you out two days ago” Kai pointed out. She looked at him “every week someone decided to tell me how they feel and I feel bad letting them down every time” she sighed hugging the tree stump again “well if you accept one of them it’ll most likely stop the whole ordeal” Kai told her “but that’s the thing I can’t” y/n said with her eyes closed “why? It’s not like it’s hard to find a nice person who’s interested in you”. She opened her eyes but didn’t look at the boy who was talking to her

“it just… I can’t okay” he saw her eyes turn glossy. “Then you need to find someone who’s down for you but no strings attached” Kai explained “like a friend with benefits situation” she looked at him with one of her eyebrows raised “No! Um like a pretend relationship?” He frantically explained “right, everyone here has told me they liked me more than a friend” she closed her eyes again “what about your guy friend the older one?” Kai told her she shook her head “Yeonjun? That’d be too weird,” she said resting her forehead against the tree bark. Kai looked over at the boy who stood by the tree still waiting, he could’ve been the next guy she hid from. Yet still, he can’t believe he was about to say this.

“I-I can do it” he offered she opened her eye “what?” “Be your pretend boyfriend no strings attached?!” He frantically tried to explain she completely turned her head to him as Kai saw the indent of the bark on her forehead “um I don’t know and sorry but I don’t even know you” she answered warily “I get it!!! I just thought I’d offer” Kai’s face turned red immediately “that came out rude I’m sorry,” she apologized but Kai waved her off “no it’s fine” it got awkward as they both went quiet.

y/n broke the silence with a small “would you actually do that for me?”. Kai sat on the bench “well it looked like you needed help,” Kai said looking down while y/n stared at him “and I guess I’m in the same boat too” Kai told her “you have people asking you out all the time” she questioned. He laughed looking up and kinda leaning back to see her “well not really I guess I’m on the other side of the boat” he told her smiling. The corner of her lips twitched upwards “what does that mean?” She tilted her head curiously. Kai laid on the bench to look up at her without straining his neck “my friends kinda make fun of me for not having a girlfriend” he said and she lay on the branch looking down at him “why is that?” He shrugged “I guess I never had any courage”. “I’m y/n by the way” she said looking directly at him “I know” she smiled “you do?” “It’s not like the school's news account doesn’t cover you every chance they get” he looked away from you.

“what’s your name giant?” She laughed he smiled “giant?” “What you think I’d forget when tackled me a few days ago” his smile dropped “you remember me?” He asked quietly “dude you knocked me on my ass” she laughed “um again I’m sorry” she shook her head “it’s fine” “Kai,” he told her “huh?” “My name; It’s Kai” she nodded “Kai? I like it”. Just then her phone buzzed. She sat up and looked at her phone “oh my friends are here” she texted on her phone “cool” “um I would go if I were you,” Kai looked at her confused “my friends are still not over the incident” Kai stood up “right! m-my offer still stands just um” Kai frantically looked for something on him “crap I really wished I had a pen or um pencil” he said feeling like an idiot “don’t worry if I need you; I’ll find you” she told him making his heart skip a beat. He smiled brightly picking up his board “um see you around y/n” “bye Kai” she smiled at him.

[ridiasfangirlings]

i feel like someone must have already asked something like this but oh well

high school sarumi where the boys in their class start picking on how close they are to each other to the point where to get under their skins (specially misaki's) is to call the other their "boyfriend", imagine it escalates and the girls start inviting them to hang out (yk to show "support") or if one of the teachers finds out and instead of addressing the bullying they give them a lecture on how being gay is wrong and calls their parents like "did you know your son has a bf?"

ik that's like awful and traumatic but id like a more comedic take on this than the more obvious angsty one tho the angst is welcome too

‘The teacher figures out that Niki’s kinda insane,’ yup XD Imagine after Fushimi and Yata have been friends for most of the year is when this happens, like maybe one of the former Yata Team starts making fun of Fushimi for being a loser nerd and Yata overhears. Of course Yata isn’t going to take that lying down and he starts yelling and getting angry, the other guys are mad at being called out and are like you don’t have to stick up for your boyfriend. Yata sputters all he isn’t my boyfriend he’s my best friend and the other guys laugh all yeah we know you’re ‘special’ friends right. So now the whole class sees an easy target and soon all the guys are teasing Yata and Fushimi for being boyfriends. Even the girls get in on it, asking Yata if he needs some help with his makeup and how he’s ‘one of the girls now.’ Poor Yata is easily riled up and gets angry at all this but honestly I could see Fushimi leaning into it instead, like looking the people teasing them in the eyes and then calling Yata ‘honey’ and smirking when the bullies get uncomfortable, all while Yata is bright red and very confused. 

Eventually a teacher finds out and they get called into the office, Fushimi’s probably rolling his eyes like great we’re going to get the ‘it’s okay to be gay’ talk. Instead they get the ‘that’s sinful and wrong’ talk, Yata trying to constantly interject that they aren’t gay while Fushimi just ignores the teacher totally. The teacher says he’s going to have to call their parents and actually in this case Fushimi might almost welcome that one, like good luck even getting ahold of his ‘parents,’ and honestly even if they do get Niki it’s not like Fushimi hasn’t been teased before (he’s probably more worried about Niki finding out about Yata over anything else) and the teacher can be the one to deal with that asshole.

The teacher does decide to try and call Fushimi’s parents first and is caught off guard when Niki just bursts into gyahaha laughter. The teacher is taken aback and is like this is serious sir, Niki just grins all so who is who is my monkey’s beloved, I bet it’s that shrimp. The teacher’s like I can’t give out information on other students and Niki laughs again, wondering if they’ve been holding hands or kissing, he can’t imagine his little monkey doing any of that. Yata and Fushimi are both in the room this whole time, listening on speaker, and Yata is just mortified that Fushimi’s weird dad thinks this about him while Fushimi probably has the dead fish eyes going on because he knew this would happen. He shows up the next day with glittery nails, a rainbow scarf and a dead-eyed expression, the teacher decides maybe calling Yata’s parents is the better idea.

Yata and Fushimi get dragged back into the office and this one goes way better, imagine their slow grins as Yata’s mom just eviscerates the teacher for acting this way towards her son, like do you call the parents of the children who have opposite sex significant others too. The teacher decides maybe it’s time to give it up and Yata feels somehow triumphant, like okay he’s still not gay with Saruhiko but it was fun listening to his mom tell that guy off. He’s less excited when he gets home and finds out that his mom has gone all out on being supportive, she’s even getting together a lot of the other moms to have a whole tolerance round table. Yata has no idea what he can say to this, now the whole school thinks he and Saruhiko are gay and Saruhiko is really not helping things by continuing to call him ‘honey.’ (Then years later post-ROK Yata goes to tell his mom that he’s dating Saruhiko and she’s just like yes sweetie I know, you’ve been dating since middle school remember.)

[mysteriouseggsbenedict]

it is time

liveblog for A PERILOUS JOURNEY!!! WOOOO YEAH LET'S GOOO!

spoilers below obviously!

THE WETHERALL FARM!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!

"we're family" okay so i'm crying

LMFAO HE BLAMED DR GARRSON

THAT'S SO FUNNY. WE WERE JOKING ABOUT CURTAIN PUTTING HER IN A CELL FOR INSUBORDINATION BUT HE LITERALLY THREW HER TO THE WOLVES WOW JKFJDSAKFHDASLFKJ

that poor woman jesus christ

NOO NUMBER TWO LOST THE SAWING COMPETITION RIP (also we were right! it was when they were traveling together!)

"the scavenger hunt is just as much for mr benedict as it is for hte kids" OOHHHHH BLORBO 😭 he's IRRITABLE 😭 poor darling

wait so they got kidnapped by those people in the crowd? were they ten men??

milligan dad content i need it like it air

HE WHITTLED A TOOL FOR KATE— BUT KATE SAYS NO— WTF KATE DON'T REJECT MILLIGAN'S MULTITOOL!!! HE MADE IT WITH LOVE!!!!

miss perumal mom content i also need it like air

it's interesting that curtain didn't tell them about the kidnapping. i suppose if he's not trying to obtain information about duskwort he'd have no reason for the others to know about the kidnapping.

OOOOH THE LIBRARY IN MR B'S HOUSE! idk why i never thought of him having a designated library space because the books just describe him having shelves and piles of books all over the house, but that is BEAUTIFUL god i yearn for his house

constance refusing to acknowledge she loves mr benedict breaks my heart like......"i allow him to believe he is a good at chess, he brings me nutritious food" YOU KNOW WHAT DADS DO? FEED YOU! AND CARE ABOUT HEALTHY MEALS! FUCK! CONSTANCE HE'S YOUR DAD!

"MY COLLECTION SKEWS HEAVILY TOWARDS HISTORICAL THRILLERS" I LOVE HIM

"he knew you'd know" okay crying again

rhonda IMMEDIATELY knows what the fuck is up like she literally waits 3 seconds and then she's like yup they snuck out alkdfjalskdfsdf

THE FUCKING DANCE NUMBER. THE FUCKING DANCE NUMBER. I WILL NEVER RECOVER I WILL NEVER HEAL FROM THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE THIS CAUSED ME HE'S SUCH A LOSER I CAN'T TAKE THIS

"they believed us" .......oh 🥺

[the-firebird69]

Trump campaign now says it would be "inappropriate" to go ahead with the debate it already agreed to (msn.com)

I guess he doesn't want to force the Democrats to nominate her

Zues Hera

and thats me boy. and true too i speak like a piarate was one at hallowween and ok ahha lol. is that mom and dad wow. and good. we are pretty ok and handsome....he says a joke ok ahahah lol. prety handsome ahahah he looks like him ok.

now we have ad ebate and show the usa your a louse ok chiicken trump

Kamilla

andw efail to see why your not the nomiinee

trump

anyone can hold a debate and she is the ony one at this time who has the polls and rating ad following and it is very large and your a chicen shit backing away from the dems

Zues Hera and there are no other nominees and none in sight loser

fine we see we back out adn it is good. and it is so far. he says. finally we see this and ok so what hapened for 8 years already so your blind he says and yeh your a loser trump and turn on all your family too we have you arrested you could care less. federal laws prevent a felon from holding office. and your a felontrump

he says that ad it is true. and i fight now and tons will try. nad i will get in i say

trump

so what you lost most stuff due to your four years hahahah lol

Thor Freya

and i smahsed y8ou with ease at your high point.

Zues Hera and now you fall are small and all are at you. and you are setup by the ma proper and none caare you are a curr

so what i am here and work dont i ad stuff. work for who and such he says. i see im out.. out of what loser...and we do say this i am not worthy to be either and tey say it..no shit he says...so i lay it out like this and he orders hits now. and can the cia has sanctioned the and yes saww it they will try again. damnit. so what.

trump

so what we find you now you asshole trummp

bja

what a frgini idiot too pulling me into it. he is a stone gcold fag and the rehealm slow and will lose tons of territory. and items.

we need them to fend off losers like trump and other terororists

Zues Hera

we seet his and cringe and such exxcelelnt pay back and hard stuff too. good. and we look down and finally wow what a fn trip huh ok who cares loser. i dont look towards you on any occasion but to make sure i can defelct attcks your done..he says it nd yess i know it no. he is a child and with a tempter and conditioned me on purpose to be hostile. and i can stop you have and others now fill in my time and yours is smaller and smaller and your a teeny man with a huge huge tratirous mouth for yours. and you aare ruining your rhealm i thank you....but relaly it is due to your shortcomings as an officer and satanist. your ful l of failure and care to use it as cover and misry you like lol...and i object no i am tht person.a nd so what we rob you blind and poor you will sit and see me take your belonings and into my small teensy accounts. and much more. no no wont happen ...hahahahaha you ssay it it is that way lol ahhah...and fine we fight then all the tieme aahahah so i dot all the tie your the fag syaing it is over lol.hahaha. fine we sit agrgue nope and it is ove yup. has been.. now you are under assault your nukes disabled and you preach you win anyways. what will yoru robots use andwyays dog shit. weaponry no we take it. and i see you do. no. and we harm you to oprove it each time you need it and you will be a nobody shortly..he say and we say this if so you are hurt...and it is already so...and i reason it out then im out then others are and who cares you fn loser. faggot joel yoou should never hve been allowed near me ike candy fro a baby lol y ou faggot

[bee-birb]

my thoughts on the knuckles series! spoilers below

ok so it was really well done, cinematography wise. the cgi was gorgeous and knux was portrayed amazingly. the plot.... was severely lacking. the main plot of "wade needs to win bowling against his asshole dad" should've been the subplot instead of "knuckles is getting kidnapped by GUN agents to sell to exGUN criminal who worked under robotnik", which should have been the main plot. also maddie and tom tracking down knux for escaping being grounded is never brought up. the lore tidbits from the GUN agents and the cute knux moments were honestly not worth signing into my dads Prime Video account to watch Wade trying to joust on a childs bicycle with a katana. the MURICA propaganda was strong, depicting the Asshole Dad covered in british flags, and wade's family is jewish (which i have no problem with, i love diversity and the chance to show off others' cultures) but in light of the palestinian war (and how america is basically funding israel) it feels like a political statement. i was not here for politics, i was here for funny red guy eats grapes. also nearly all the characters smelled of autism (which is nice, i love the inclusion) but i wonder if the writers/directors were projecting a bit. overall, this show was a bit of a disappointment, and focused more on wade than the title character.

anygays heres my unfiltered thoughts below

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confirmed, knuckles only eats grapes and cool ranch doritos, he has the tism rizz

radio death counter: 2

this is just 2 delusional idiots going on a quest

everyone is autistic i love this

DICK JOKE

oh the racism. not cool in light of palistan. and paramount supporting israel. ew. why do wade's friends all have to be part jewish? why the mom's side?

theyre all so autistic i love it

that was a very unrealistic fork stabbing

wade needs a hug gawdamn

NINJA TURTLES BEDSPREAD LESGOO

wall death counter: 2

rip sink

o w the roadrash

HE GOT GAY BLASTED

lmao fursuit wade

p u p p e t

iblis? black arms? WHO ARE YOU DEMON?

gingers

dont duel, idiot, run away

YUHHH JOUSTING MENTIONED WTF IS THIS SHOW

why did the mailman just happen to have a gun flare that says go

DONT DRAG THE KATANA ON THE ASPHALT YOU IMBECILE

ow the roadburn

unironically hate this show wtf

lmao he has a bob

HE RAN PAST THE MOTORCYCLE??? HUHH??

WE GOT THE HAT BABYYYY

ew a child

i can overlook the plotholes. i can overlook the racism. i can overlook the idiocy. bUT I CANNOT OVERLOOK BRITISH MAN. DISGUSTING (i ‘hate’ brits for the bit, no hard feelings)

everyone is autistic i can smell it

HUGE LORE DROP, ROBOTNIK MADE GUN? not even grampa gerald, its def eggman. the implications for sonic 3 and the creation of shadow...

the squares were… an interesting editing choice

SUPPORTIVE WANDA LESGO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

really hope that knux is just causing chaos and eating grapes offscreen. he deserves some grapes.

LISTEN TO YOUR MOM WADE, NEVER TRUST A BRIT

yup, betrayal scene. never trust a brit

NOOO DONT BETRAY KNUX HE ALREADY HAS TRUST ISSUESSSS

they sacrificed dragon fruit man :0

where did they go

how did they commission custom bowling polos so quickly

omg FINALLY THE FIGHT SCENE

youre a loser baby

HOLY SHIT THE CHAOS ENERGY JUST GOT SLURPED RIGHT OUT OF HIM LIKE SPAGHETTI THROUGH A STRAW

YASS STEAL YOUR ENERGY BACK BABES

KICK HIS ROBOT ASS

bro didnt get his balls crushed, he got crushed by a ball

YUHHH PUNCH THE BRIT

final thoughts: 4/10, needed more knuckles, the repeating songs were eh, only eps 1, 5, and 6 were worth it, and i genuinely hate the majority of the main plot. the subplot of knux getting kidnapped and the whole gun thing was cool, but it should've been the main plot. fuck the brits

ALSO WTF WAS UP WITH PACHACAMAC. either he's a figment of knuckles' imagination that got imprinted into wade's head, or he's FUCKING REAL AND THATS TERRIFYING IN REGARDS TO THE LORE. WTF.

and the rock opera scene was ass. like ik it was supposed to be bad for comedic value but it was just bad bad.

[stayathomesurveys]

178.

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Yes :)

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? NOOOO.

3. Have you taken someones virginity? No.

4. Is trust a big issue for you? Yeah.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? No :(

6. What are you excited for? Nothing at the moment.

7. What happened tonight? It is 5:56 am... I'll just answer this for last night/this morning since I have been up all night. I ate dinner, watched a lot of Desperate Housewives, talked w/ Nik, looked for jobs, worked out, had yogurt, doing surveys :)

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I don't really care. I don't really like when anyone gets really wasted unless I, too, am really wasted. I just don't like being around it!

9. Is confidence cute? It can be?

10. What is the last beverage you had? Diet Dr. Pepper.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? I'm working on 1 :) which is a big step up from 0.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yeah, in storage.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Probably study.

14. What are you going to spend money on next? I need to buy some toiletries and other essentials so probably that.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? NO.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Yes.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? No one.

18. The last time you felt broken? Hm.

19. Have you had sex today? GODDDD I WISH.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? Hm.

21. Are you in a good mood? Meh.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Yeah.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No.

24. What do you want right this second? MONEY.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I don't even know. I probably would never talk to him again lmao.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Kinda but no.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? No...

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Something on Twitter.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes :(

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? NO.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Nooooo I love him sm.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Yesssss :)

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? PLS I WISH. I used to not drink soda at all..... and then .... I got addicted :(

34. Listening to? Desperate Housewives.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? No.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? NOPE. I don't fucking care about that loser.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

38. Who did you last call? Nik.

39. Who was the last person you danced with? My ex, at his mom's wedding.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I *had* to. He was my boyfriend at the time and I didn't want him to get mad at me for not wanting to kiss him lmao.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Hmmm.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Who hasn't?

44. Do you tan in the nude? No.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? I mean, I would like to take back that entire relationship.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No. Until he fell asleep, yes. I don't sleep lmao.

47. Who was the last person to call you? Nik.

48. Do you sing in the shower? No.

49. Do you dance in the car? Yup.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? I tried.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Idk.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yeah but I like some.

53. Is Christmas stressful? Not really.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? Yes lmaooooo staple in my house.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Not a big pie girlie unless it's those delicious ass pies from McDonald's lmao. Blueberry and cream for lifeeeee.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Actress, singer, vet, doctor, fashion designer.

57. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Yes.

59. Take a vitamin daily? I need to.

60. Wear slippers? Mhmmm.

61. Wear a bath robe? Not lately.

62. What do you wear to bed? T shirt and shorts.

63. First concert? Jonas Brothers.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target.

65. Nike or Adidas? I like both :/ Nike, I guess.

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Neither.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Oooooh idek.

69. Ever take dance lessons? No.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? No.

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yup.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? Yes. Winning word was Mononucleosis.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yessss.

74. What is your favorite book? Idek.

75. Do you study better with or without music? Without.

76. Regularly burn incense? No.

77. Ever been in love? Yes.

78. Who would you like to see in concert? TAYLOR SWIFT :( MORGAN WALLEN :(

79. What was the last concert you saw? Jingle Ball.

80. Hot tea or cold tea? Cold :)

81. Tea or coffee? Tea (sweet).

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip :) Chocolate chip WITH M&M :)

83. Can you swim well? No.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Not anymore :/

85. Are you patient? Not really but I try.

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Probably a DJ.

87. Ever won a contest? Yeah.

88. Ever have plastic surgery? Not yet. One day.

89. Which are better black or green olives? I don't really care for olives, but black I guess because those are the only ones I'll eat and only on pizza.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Don't really care.

91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room/family room.

92. Do you want to get married? YES.