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End Game 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: we're here to boo Andrew.

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“So, you’re coming?” Jacob’s voice quavers with excitement. You can’t imagine how he’d sound if you said no. You hate letting people down, it seems to be all you've ever done.

“Uh, yeah,” you say as you steer around the track; opting for some MarioKart over Minecraft that night, “boss says it’s no problem to get the days off. Just have to make it up after. Is... Is everything still good on your end?” 

“Oh yeah, sure thing,” he assures buoyantly, “I can’t wait. Did you still wanna split the airBnB?” 

“Actually, I got a place to stay for the night then I’ll take the early bus back,” you explain as Princess Peach knocks you off the track, “argh!” 

“Right, that’s good,” he says, “good to know you won’t be stranded out there.” 

“Mhm,” you use your boost to catch up to Peach and get your revenge. You don’t mention that Kara will be with you at the con. You just want to be sure this isn’t something wonky. “It’ll be nice to get out of town. My grandma will probably be happy to have the place to herself.” 

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “what’s her problem anyway?” 

“Just the way she is. She likes her space,” you shrug, “I don’t know, I don’t think she expected to be raising her granddaughter...” 

“Ah, yeah, I guess that would be stressful,” he says, “still, seems like you’re not too bad to be around. Got a job, go to school, all that. Think my dad would love it if I put in half as much effort.” 

“Yeah? You make him sound like a hard ass.” 

“Can be. Lawyer, so kinda his schtick,” he chuckles. 

“Oo, fancy,” you snort. Maybe if either of your parents had been lawyers, you wouldn’t be living off your grandma’s resent.  

“I guess. Never really see him that much...” he grumbles. 

“Hm, well, no winning, is there?” You mutter. 

“Not really,” he sighs and hisses, “ugh, Toad!” 

You chuckle and cross the finish line. A respectable second. You wait for him to finish and stifle a yawn. 

“Tired?” He asks. 

“Little.” 

“Me too, long day,” he groans, “neck’s killing me.” 

“Oh, what’d you do--” 

“You know, I’m-- an idiot. Was messing around on my bike.” 

“Of course,” you snicker, “well, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna sign off. I don’t wanna keep my grandma up and my head’s starting to go.” 

“Sure, I gotta get up early anyway,” he sounds less than enthused. “Good night.” 

“You too.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Can’t, work. Day after?” 

“Okay, I’ll make it work,” he confirms, “I’m excited about meeting up. Aren’t you?” 

“Yep,” you try not to show your doubt. You’re still not really sure about everything. 

“Can’t wait,” he rasps and the silt in his tone makes you shiver. 

“Yeah, er, bye then,” you hit end session and take off your headset, your ears tender and a bit sweaty. Even if it is awkward, at least you’ll get to hang with Kara for a bit. You haven’t seen her since grad. 

🎮

You’re already exhausted and you’re not even inside yet. The line for the convention is bustling and your excitement keeps you going as you and Kara gab away and move with the slow crawl. The sun beams down and has you sweating, though you could easily blame that on your nerves too. 

“So, this Jacob... is he cute?” She winks. 

“Kara,” you roll your eyes, “it’s not like that. Really. We just game.” 

“Oh yeah. But do you want it to be more?” She teases. 

“You know I’m not really into all that. I don’t have room for a boyfriend in my life.” 

“So boring. Never change, girlie,” she nudges you playfully. “But really, that’s smart. Calvin is too much. I’m thinking of cutting him loose.” 

“Again?” You squint. 

“Not my fault he keeps coming back,” she giggles. 

You peer around, searching out a familiar face amid the ocean of strangers. You haven’t seen Jacob yet. You’re almost hoping he doesn’t show up. Then again, why wouldn’t he? He paid for you to be here. The reminder of the fact strikes guilt in your chest. 

You pause as your eyes catch another pair, further back in the queue. An older man with a beard. He stands out among the crowd. He wears a tidy button-up where most wear graphic tees or cosplay attire. He stares for a moment before he turns away and looks down, probably at whatever kid dragged him there. 

“Well, what are you going to do if he sees you and falls in love?” Kara asks. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. 

“If he’s a nerd like you, how could he not?” 

“Hey,” you frown. 

“What? You’re like the sexy gamer girl type. Isn’t that what dudes want?” She shrugs. “Let me see his pic again. He’s a skinny little thing. He’d definitely be into you.” 

“Urgh, stop,” you cross your arms. 

“Sorry, I’m only playing. You just seem so nervous, I’m trying to loosen you up.” 

“I know,” you puff, “it’s just... I should’ve just said no. This is stupid. I don’t know why I even agreed.” 

“To get out of that shithole,” she snips. “Why do you think I hauled ass the minute I popped by grad cap on?” 

“Mm, yeah, I just hope... do you think he really wants that? Maybe I gave him the wrong idea. Oh, Kar, I really didn’t mean to lead him on.” 

“No, no, I’m sure it’s nothing you did if he does. I mean, he’s probably a virgin so...” 

“That’s mean,” you pout. 

“What, so are you,” she laughs. 

“Exactly,” you shake your head and drop your arms, a buzz jittering your skirt pocket.  

You look down at yourself as you slide your phone free. That was probably a bold choice but it’s so damn hot out. Besides, your Pikachu tee is loose enough to counteract the denim sheath. You turn the screen up, shading it with your hand as you read. 

‘Sorry, not going to make it. Something came up. 🙁' 

You frown and reread the message. Really? You came all the way here, took time off of work, and he’s flaking? 

“What��s up?” Kara asks as she clicks her manicured nails impatiently and stands on her toes, trying to see past the bodies ahead. 

“He just cancelled,” you mutter and type in your reply. 

‘Oh no. Hope it’s nothing bad. Maybe another time.’ 

You hit send and drop your shoulders. You’re surprised how disappointed you are. More so about the wasted effort than anything. Even if you are a bit relieved, it’s shitty. 

“Ah, bullshit!” Kara sneers, “what the hell? What did he say?” She reaches for your phone and you hold it out of her grasp. “That fucker.” 

“It’s probably not his fault. Shit happens.” 

“Babe, you’re gonna settle for a lot of nonsense if you keep that attitude. I’d be friggin pissed if I was you. He brings you all the way here and now he’s too good for you. I bet he saw some cute girl in line and she smiled at him once so now he’s ditching,” she scowls, “I hate boys.” 

“I’m sure... it’s nothing,” you say glumly as your phone vibes again. 

‘I’m real sorry. I hope you still have a good time. Take lots of pictures.’ 

You don’t respond. You lock your phone and put it back in your pocket. It never feels good to be stood up. Even then. 

“You know what, screw him,” Kara snarls, “let’s go in there and buy you the cutest plushie you can find. Hell, maybe you can find an even cuter guy.” 

“Kar,” you warn her. 

“Fine, just the plushie. Maybe two,” she trills, “forget that loser.” 

🎮

The chaos of the convention wipes away the dark cloud over you. You’re almost thankful that Jacob gave you the opportunity to catch up with Kara. You didn’t realise how much you missed her. It’s perfect day where you can forget about your grandmother and your lame job and everything else. 

You rush around from booth to booth. You look at fanart, handmade figures, and stuffies. You’re mindful of your wallet and how empty it really is. You’ll get one thing and a snack. That’s all you can afford.  

As the hours roll by, your early morning bus ride and time spent standing out in the hot sun catch up to you. You feel your muscles starting to ache and your eyelids turning fuzzy. You yawn as you shuffle behind Kara as she waits in line to get a signature from the one D-list celeb she’s heard of. You’d get one too but it’s way too expensive. 

“Hey,” you rub your cheek, “mind if I sit and wait? I wanna grab a soft pretzel anyway.” 

“Sure,” she agrees easily, “looks like it’s gonna be a while.” 

“Want me to bring you a drink or something?” You offer. 

“Nah, just text me where you are so I can find you,” she says. 

You leave her reluctantly. You’d rather not be wandering alone through the hordes but your feet are killing you and your stomach’s been roaring for the last hour. You stand in line for the pretzel stall and get yours with cinnamon sugar and syrup. Messy but delicious. 

You find a table in the corner and settle in. You put your phone beside the napkin and tear apart the doughy goodness. Your phone lights up with a notification from the merge game you like to play and you see several other icons; missed messages. 

You focus on your snack, savouring each bite, as your eyes drift around the crowded centre. You can barely see some of the booths as hordes cluster around. Some cosplayers bat at each other with toy swords as children fight over the arcade machines. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of activity all around. 

You put your head down trying to block out the lights and noise. You feel yourself getting overstimulated. It’s like when you’re in the lecture hall and suddenly you can hear every sniff, sneeze, and keystroke. You close your eyes as you wipe your fingertips on the edge of the napkin, only half-finished your pretzel. 

“Looks good,” a deep voice cuts through the blaring din. 

As you recognise the timbre, your heart squeezes and the world pinpoints at the centre of your skull. You open your eyes and slowly raise your head. You blink dumbly at the unfamiliar man stood in front of you. You think you’ve seen him before, or at least he sticks out from the typical convention attendee. 

It isn’t that he’s too old, there’s lots of older geeks hanging around but they have neckbeards and greasy combovers. His hair is tidy and his beard trimmed close. His clothing also lacks the typical Dorito dust or anime character. You remember, he was outside in the line. 

“Uh, hello?” You utter. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he pulls out the chair across from you. He sits as your insides plunge. You know his voice. 

“Jacob?” You murmur in shock. How? Why? This isn’t the stringy teenager you met online. 

He nods, his jaw tensing, and he crosses an arm over the table, pointing to your half-eaten pretzel, “what’d you get on yours? I can’t decide between sweet or savoury.” 

“Who... are you?” You croak, head spinning as your eyes prick. You knew something was weird. You knew you weren’t talking to Jacob or whoever that boy was in the pictures. 

He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. As his chest deflates, you do too. He’s older than you, bigger than you, and by the looks of him, a lot better off. Why the hell would he be chatting with you? Why would he lie to you? 

“You’re right. I’m not Jacob,” he confesses, the colour draining from his face. He steeples his fingers and considers his next words carefully. You sit back and hug yourself defensively. This is fucked. “My name is Andy, Jacob is my son.” 

“Your son?” You eke out, “why-- why would you lie?” 

He cringes and takes another breath, “he was my son,” he corrects himself, “he... passed.” 

You feel like you’ve been struck. Your mouth falls open, stunned. Not only did he hide behind his son’s photos, but his dead son’s. Oh, god. You feel sick. No, you feel stupid. 

“Look, please, just hear me out. I just—it wasn’t meant to go on this long. When I first lied to you, it was supposed to be that one time. I was... I was lost. I just lost Jacob and I was going through his things. I started playing because I missed him. I wanted to feel like he was still there--” 

“No, no, you got on discord and you started talking to me. As him!” Your voice shakes and your eyes tinge. “That’s not just missing him.” 

“I know, you’re right. I lied but... I got lonely playing by myself so yes, I went onto that discord. You were nice. You didn’t call me a noob or whatever. And... and after work, looking forward to hearing your voice, it got me through a lot of pain. Being alone in that house after so long, I couldn’t cope--” 

“So you lied to me?” You stand and snatch your phone, nauseous to the core, “you manipulated me. How do you know—if you had just been you that I would’ve been any different? If you just wanted to play games, to be friends--” 

“I was scared--” 

“I don’t care if you were scared,” you hiss as you stomp forward. “You’re an adult.” 

He stands and blocks your path. You recoil, put off by his height. He’s a lot bigger on his feet. 

“Please, move or... I’ll scream,” you breathe. 

“You don’t have to do that. Just hear me out,” he pleads. 

“I don’t want to hear anything else from you, Jacob. Or Andy. Or whoever you really are,” you sneer, “move.” 

He shudders and hangs his head. He makes himself seem small as his shoulders round and he backs out of your way. You bite down and march past him.  

You need to get to a bathroom. Now. You’re going to spew up your guts. More important, you need to get yourself together before you go find Kara. She can’t know this happened. It’s too embarrassing. 

[donotpush]

What to expect when you're expecting (Sergio's babies 1)

The first part of a commission I wrote a while ago for @allthingsmpreg, featuring their OC's Sergio and his multiples pregnancy, trying to not push those babies out. Hope you enjoy! Uploaded once but taken down (boo!), second part coming soon

cw: birth denial, labor denial, tmpreg, no explicit *birth* on this one, nsfw.

The first thing Sergio did when he first woke up was try to convince himself he was not in labor. But as the morning went on, his contractions made it impossible to deny it. The numb pain that started on his lower back and extended all over the tensing muscles of his abdomen, went from something he could ignore to something almost impossible to function with.

The second thing he did was, of course, let Dad know he was in labor. As his father rushed through eating breakfast and running to his car to get to work, he dismissed Sergio with a wave.

“Listen, boy” his father shouted from the front of the front door, before he closed it behind himself. “You cannot push that baby out here, you listen to me? You hold it in until I’m back”

He didn’t have much luck with his step brothers. Jason and Aiden barely registered him as they gobbled their food before rushing to their soccer practice. And Brad, former baby daddy after an accidental night of horniness and being drunk, wasn’t too excited about Sergio disobeying dad either.

“You heard Dad,” he said, before going to his bedroom and shutting the door behind himself to play video games. “Hold it in.”

The afternoon progressed and things didn’t get any better. There was a small break where things plateaued for Sergio, where the contractions went back again to be just an uncomfortable numb pain. But then they came back stronger, more painful.

“Ugh…shit” Sergio moaned, rocking his hips in the air as he gripped the couch backrest, resting his head against his forearms. 

Hanging beneath him, his gravid stomach contracted. It was hanging low and tight, the skin red with stretch marks, the first twin settling on his birth canal, turning his walks around the house into a waddling. 

It was just so uncomfortable to exist like that, with the weight of a huge baby on his pelvis, that threatened to just slide down further every hour that passed. 

But his father's words were clear, to not push that baby out here. 

He tried his best to ignore his tensing stomach, the feeling of the baby’s head getting lower and lower. He tried to distract himself, do dishes, play, but as his stomach tensed with a painful contraction and one of the twins kicked his rib, the one that rested on his birth canal seemed to mock him and slide lower. He recognized it, the faint scream of his body urging him to squat down and push. 

Sergio wasn’t sure that he could hold it in until Dad was back from work. It was barely there, the need to push, but it was there.

With heavy steps, Sergio made his way around the couch to sit down. His body sank against the cushions, and a groan of discomfort escaped his lips as he shifted in place, looking to find an angle where his contracting stomach would allow him to be comfortable, but it was almost impossible. 

He felt heavy and hot and tight everywhere. So, so gravid.

He grabbed a cushion and slid it beneath him, still shifting his hips to find a nice sitting position. He didn’t expect to feel the small shock of electricity that ran through his body when his clit rubbed and pressed against the cushion, sending a wave of pleasure from his pussy to his brain. Following the rhythmic pattern of swaying his hips forward and backwards, his clitoris rubbing right against the hard edge of the cushion, pain moans were quickly replaced with pleasure ones. 

“Ugh, mhnm….” Sergio bit his lips, his hands pressing firmly against the couch to keep himself steady as he rocked his hips. “Fuck. Fuck.”

It wasn’t a surprise, since he got pregnant, he got horny. His body felt everything in such a way, Sergio discovered new levels of pleasure. Especially with self pleasure. Everything on him not only was swollen and tight, but so, so sensitive. 

From his swollen pussy to his aching, full boobs. He barely realized the frenetic movements of his body, desperately rocking back and forth. The pleasure was arising in his whole body, now almost numb to the contractions that were coming closer and closer together due to the waves of ecstasy rushing through him. 

He was about to cum. He was about to cum all over the cushion when his step brother's voice interrupted him.

“Need a hand there, Sergio?” 

Jason was staring at him with a smirk from the doorframe. Sergio felt his face get hot at being discovered, and even when his mind was supposed to say no, he felt his head going yes, bitter by the frustration of his denied orgasm.

That momentary lapse of reason where his ecstasy faded, made him aware of the baby’s head resting low, so low on his birth canal, that it almost felt as if it were resting right behind his lips. Fuck, he whimpered, and he thought that maybe he was gonna pop this baby out right here.

But shit, he needed to cum. Jason kneeled in front of him, one of his hands pressed against Sergio’s thigh to spread his legs open, and the other teased his swollen lips, rubbing at his clit before he inserted two fingers inside of him.

Sergio started to ride Jason’s hand. The feeling of the fingers in and out, in and out, the obscenely wet sounds that drowned Sergio’s moans, and the palm of Jason's hand rubbing against his clit was fucking good. 

“F…fuck! I'm gonna cum!” He sobbed, one of his hands pressing against the underside of his belly, slightly lifting it, trying to ease some of the pressure he felt.

“Ughn…mhm… I’m cumming!” The orgasm washed over him, numbing his body and leaving him as a drooling mess. 

It was the pain of a contraction that brought him back to reality.

“Shit!” He moaned, sliding his fingers to feel his swollen lips. Sergio could swear that the baby's head was right there, and he did his best to pretend the pressure wasn’t driving him crazy. 

“I really think I need to push,” he whimpered, desperately rubbing his gravid stomach.

“You heard dad,” Jason scoffed. “And you don't look like you need to push that much. You'll be fine until he's back from work.” Jason's hand patted his belly. “Baby can wait.”

***

He lost  track of how much time Sergio spent waddling around the living room, both hands busy cupping and caressing his contracting stomach, trying to fight his contractions. The pressure between his legs was just becoming more striking with every step, and he only measured time in the unit of how many contractions he was having. 

He wanted to push. He wasn't sure if he needed to, but god he wanted to push. It was a very archaic reasoning: pushing equaled pressure gone. He wanted the pressure stacking between his legs gone. 

“Fuck, baby…” Sergio moaned when another contraction took over him. “Just wait a few more hours, please…”

He swayed his hips in the air, hiding his sweaty face in his hands as another contraction made his knees buckle, his stomach pulsating and sending a wave of pain through his body. Now he was sure that the first baby’s head was there, resting right behind his lips,and it felt as if it could just pop out of him with every step he took. 

“Ughn, mhm!” He tried to breathe, but his try ended up as a whining mess. “Ah-hn nhgn!”

When the contraction passed, Sergio took a deep breath as he stumbled towards the couch. He sank with a low moan, slowly letting himself fall against the cushions. He tried to rub away the pain of the gravid stomach lounging between his open legs, but he couldn’t decide if sitting down made the feeling of the baby’s head in his birth canal worse or not.

The baby was coming. He just couldn't deny it any longer at this point. 

He whimpered and bit his lips when another contraction took over him, forcing him to curl over himself and squirm in his place, a low hum on his throat as he tried to breathe through it. 

The front door opened. Sergio's head snapped up as he heard his father's footsteps entering the house. Another contraction rippled through his gravid stomach. His dad's footsteps entered through the hallway, but instead of going straight to the living room where Sergio was, he went to the kitchen. 

“Shit…” Sergio howled, before shouting “Dad!”

His dad still took his sweet time. By the moment he made it to the living room, Sergio was biting his own hand, hips rocking against the couch to help relieve the pressure on his pussy.

“Dad,” he whimpered. “The baby is coming. Now.”

His dad nodded, taking off his jacket with such a calm and tranquility that it made Sergio's blood boil. If he were not in that condition —with a baby about to crown in his fucking pants— he would have maybe thrown a fit. But right now, with the pressure accumulating on his pussy, swollen and stretched by the bowling ball size of his son's head, he barely managed to stand up.

“Just a minute, Ser” his dad sighed, taking off his shoes. “I’ve had a long day.” 

[badasmuse]

“Partition”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), oral sex, lowercase intended, bottom!bada, language, mommy kink?

Summary: the tension between you and Bada becomes too much for you to handle.

Based off “Partition” by Beyoncé

y/n has been my stylist for about three years now. whenever i have an event, a performance, or a dinner, i call her hoping she’s available to do my hair, makeup, and help me pick an outfit. today is just the same. i have a performance and i need her there with me.

“what do you want ms. bada?” she says sweetly when she answers the facetime call.

i groan, “i hate when you call me that.”

“i know that’s why i do it. what’s up baby?” i watch her move around a bit in her bed. i hate that i’m interrupting her day off.

no i don’t.

“i have a performance at seven i need my girl with me.” i say giving her my bada lee 1000 watt smile.

“just because you smile all sweet doesn’t mean i’ll give in. but because rent is due in three days i’ll come. i’ll be there around five. go wash your hair you still have glitter in it and i hate glitter.” she says before she hangs up. how rude.

two hours go by and the doorbell rings. i run to the door excitedly.

“y/n!!” i exclaim pulling her in.

“hey easy, i’m clumsy.”

“sounds like a you problem. okay so they’re sending a car to come get us in thirty minutes. i couldn’t get all the glitter out but i tried.” i say holding onto her as she takes her shoes off.

“that’s what you get for cheating on your hairstylist. i should shave your head bald.” she mumbles going to the kitchen and opening the fridge. “ugh how do you live with no food?”

“there’s oreos in the cupboard.”

“i love you.”

i smile and collect my things waiting for the car to pull up. “where’s your bag?” i ask.

“in my trunk. i didn’t feel like getting it out. i figured my bestie boo bada would get it out for me.” she smiles at me and my heart skips a beat.

“of course.” i look at the window and see the car pull up. “the car is here. you ready?”

she grabs a couple oreos and puts them in a napkin in her pocket and nods.

we load everything in the car and climb in the backseat. “i’m charging you extra for making me come out. i was comfortable in bed.”

“i’ll pay you whatever you want.” i say not even looking at her, scrolling on my phone.

“excuse me miss?” the driver says and i look up.

“yes?”

“we hit traffic, it’s going to be at least thirty minutes i’m so sorry.” he says.

“oh it’s not your fault. i’ll just let them know. what time will we make it by?”

“six thirty is what it says.”

“shit that gives me thirty minutes.”

“i’ll do your makeup in here. saves us time.” y/n says. she reaches behind our seats, being in a van it’s real easy to access the trunk, and grabs her makeup bag.

she grabs out the primer and everything else she needs. “okay.. yeah imma have to sit on your lap this ain’t gon work.” she climbs on my legs and hangs her ring light from the ceiling before she grabs me gently. i let it happen, it’s not the first time she’s been in my lap doing my makeup.

“you need to start doing your skincare routine morning and night bada. not just at night.” she mumbled rubbing primer onto my face.

i sit still as she does her job, staring at her as she concentrates and closing my eyes when needed. the light strokes of her fingers on my face sends chills down my spine as it does every single time.

then i feel her move to my lips, i part them slightly and she applies what i assume is liquid lipstick to them. she uses her thumb to clean it up and i hear her breathe in sharply. causing me to look up.

“you have pretty lips..” she mumbles.

there’s always been slight sexual tension between us since the third month of her being my stylist. there’s always tiny touches, or she’ll let her hand linger sometimes after doing my makeup or hair. i’ve seen video edits of me and her together hugged up and you can see how uncomfortably tense we are despite being extremely comfortable with each other.

i look in her eyes and hers flicker from mine to my lips. “fuck..” she whispers before pressing her lips to mine.

i grab her shirt moaning quietly into the kiss, parting my lips so she can move her tongue inside my mouth. her hands go to my hair and she pulls it slightly making me groan. “y/n we… what are we doing?”

“let me take care of you.” she whispers in my ear, “excuse me driver? can you roll up the partition please.”

his eyes flicker in the rear view mirror before he rolls up the partition and turns the music up slightly.

y/n kneels down in front of me and pulls my jogging pants off. i made it easy for her by not wearing anything under them. that was sarcasm by the way.

i suck in a breath as she runs her fingers up and down my folds spreading my juices all over me.

“y/n..” i whine quietly and she looks at me.

“do you trust me bada?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.

i nod my head before she even finishes her sentence, “more than anything.”

she doesn’t respond, mouth going right to my clit making me moan. she flicks her tongue skillfully and i arch my back off the seats.

she pulls me closer by my thighs, licking from my hole to my clit before she shoves a finger in me. i let out another moan bracing myself against the seat. it’s been so long since i’ve had anyone touch me this way i feel like cumming now.

“y/n..” i say rolling my eyes back as she adds another finger, “fuck i’m so close mommy.” i start to pull away from her, the feeling of her tongue is too good i can’t take it much longer.

“don’t pull away from me.” she rasps slapping my clit which had me jerking in the seat. fuck she’s so rough.

“i’m sorry i’m sorry.” i repeat the two words a couple more times incoherently. “please.. please right there.” i whine as she curls her fingers against my spot. i’m seeing stars.

“cum for me bada.” she whispers flicking her tongue once again and boy i lost it.

i let out a loud whine as i came on her fingers, body shaking, back arching, hands gripping the seat of the car. i fall back and work to catch my breath.

y/n grabs a baby wipe from the trunk and gently cleans me up before helping me pull my pants back up.

i whine quietly and she pulls me to her seat and climbs on my lap before leaning my head on her chest, stroking my hair.

“you did so good for me baby.” she whispers, kissing my forehead. i hide my face in her chest still whining. i’m extremely sensitive and exhausted.

“i’m sleepy..” i mumble.

she looks out the window, “take a quick nap, we’re still stuck in traffic.” she whispers. i lay my head on her shoulder and just as i was about to shift into dream land..

“did you call me mommy?”

uh oh.

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

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Now that i’ve got your attention:

Here look ifnonity dime thoughts im so quick whatsoit spoilers under the cut

It was first just thoughts quickly typed but then it became more of a review so enjoy the first infinity dime review on blumber i guess

So my main gripe with the comic (aside from that its short as balls) is that they skip the most interesting part. The actual traveling through the multiverse. That was what I thought me and everyone was looking forward to. To see Scrooge traveling through the multiverse and meet his other selves and react to that. But Aaron just went nah bitch: “a few weeks later”.

We have a prologue beautifully drawn by Paolo Mottura (who even though he greatly did the atmospheric dark Christmas should have done the action sequence imo) that is available to read in the previews anyways. Then chapter 2 which is half available to read in the previews as well. Little confrontation between Scrooge and evil Scrooge or whatever which is nice and all. Then we skip to the real ‘meat’ of the story and its just a really long action sequence…. Greatly drawn by Alessandro Pastrovicchio, but still just a very long action sequence. Maybe this is very usual for Marvel, i don’t know, i haven’t really read enough Marvel comics to know what is usual, but we have what is basically a 12 page long prologue, fight fight punch punch (insert don rosa reference here) and then epilogue.

And like this could mostly be due to the short page count, but had it been longer, i wonder if we would’ve just gotten a more drawn out action sequence instead of more actual story development. Because there was a very deliberate choice made to skip ahead to the fighting and have that be the main attraction. Such a fight scene should be a nice reward at the end after a buildup that makes us feel like this action-packed climax is deserved. After we see Scrooge struggle through time and universes to get to work together with himself, we see the result of that hard work in the fight scene. We can’t just skip over the build up and plop us in a “and then they punched each other for the rest of the chapter”. The action sequence would have probably been quite nice at the end of a longer story, but right now it feels like it’s taking the place of an actual storyline.

Because the entire thing is literally: there is a bad Scrooge (very well set up though). He steals from everyone including the Scrooge we know. They find a way to get to bad Scrooge. They get to bad Scrooge. They fight bad Scrooge. They defeat bad Scrooge. It’s just, they go there, they fight him, over. Everybody clap.

Bad Scrooge himself is great. Really well set up. Is it a dumb fucking Rosa thing? Yes it is, I’m my country’s biggest Rosa stan (aside from Diederik Jekel probably) whatcha gonna do about it?

“What if? Donald and the boys never arrived on Bear mountain…” is an immaculate premise. Which, though it has been done better before, is still really cleverly utilized here. It’s also a very good showing of what we mean when we say that comic Scrooge is always one step away from being a villain. He is no different than Glomgold. One is not good and the other is not evil. One just got lucky with family. The other did not.

Then the ending needed to be wholesome and redeem bad Scrooge and uhuhejshsh but sure

rosareference.cbr loaded

You have the literal multiverse at your fingertips. Then you decide to reference Don Rosa and Don Rosa only. Which I mean wasn’t a surprise I literally predicted it in that long speculation post of mine, but it still feels like a missed opportunity. When the army of Donald’s gets send in, there isn’t even one wearing an all black and white suit. Would it have been really so difficult to get a small DT17 reference in there?

What annoys me, and I find surprising considering the enormous talent of the artists, is that all the multiverse characters look the same. Like on the last page, all the Donalds look exactly the same. There is no sense of individuality for even one of them. They give more the sense that they all came out of a cloning machine.

Even Scrooge. He traveled the entire multiverse and only got one guy who isn’t himself from a different point in time? Or maybe it’s future him, could be! Why not make it a time travel story where a Scrooge from the future has gone mad with power? Because the Scrooges we see are almost all the same. It’s a fun reference of course, but this ain’t showing multiverse. And it’s not like there aren’t already established AU versions of Scrooge. Even then, a little creativity would have still been nice. For an example of such a multiverse story I would like to point to Crisis On Infinite Darkwings, which does a phenomenal job at showing multiverse diversity. Infinity Dime wouldn’t need to do all the pop culture references Crisis does, but again, a little more creativity in the designs would not have hurt at all.

And now that i’ve been yapping for long enough anyways, let’s talk about the length too. It’s not even 30 pages. It’s 29. The artists do a good job at making it feel big and grand. No matter though how epic and great they made and could have made it. If your comic is shorter than the average Donald Duck gag comic, it’s gonna be difficult to make it feel like “his greatest adventure yet”. Then comes with that the irregular layout. There are a few double page spreads and almost all pages are just a few ‘panels’. Instead of an usual 8 or 6 panels per page (and so 8 or 6 panels to develop your story) it is usually 3 or even 1. The amount of panels make the comic even shorter than it already is. Christmas on Bear mountain will likely take you longer to read through.

Not that irregular layout is bad. I love irregular layouts! I love seeing them. Usually they really help elevating my enjoyment of a duck comic! But when you know you have a big story you want to tell, and a limited amount of pages, it is a risk to spread your story even thinner by having many big splash pages where the pretty drawing takes front and center instead of the story.

Then it makes it EVEN SHORTER because there is not a lot of dialogue. Mostly because half of it is action without that much talking. There is a pretty fun way of using the narrator boxes. They are quite melodramatic but I like em.

Jason Aaron’s introductory page was very sweet.

Regardless of the quality of this story, I really, really hope that these kinds of releases continue. It was very fun and special to read something like this.

If these do continue, I would absolutely love an actual comic series. A longer continuing story please! Pretty please? This page count is just not enough to tell stories like these and more pages to properly flesh out things would be absolutely wonderful. I’m personally not that looking forward to the upcoming Marvel parodies, but if original stories continued, it would be the first American comic series I followed.

I cannot overstate enough how much I want more Marvel Disney comics actually. I need them. I get what people mean now on here when they say “going absolutely feral”. I feel it.

Oh and apparently I have 100 followers now on this blog so that’s nice. Consider this the celebratory post! My review of my most anticipated comic. To end it look at the only Mangiatordi pages in here because looking at Mangiatordi art makes all well

Damn actually this one isnt even that good what happened Vitale- sorry no great comic more please marvel disney

[belli5]

Boxer — King Kenny

Pairing: king Kenny x f!reader

Warnings: violence, comforting, not proofread

Summery: based on this request. I was unfortunately too lazy to write🥲

A/n: i dont know how to comfort people tho..?! 😭🙏🏽

Masterlist

Today was Kenny’s boxing match, which you were obviously were so excited to see. Even though all the times you’ve seen Kenny fight, you still got nervous he might get hurt, even though he has always said that he never gets injured or hurt.

Which you didn’t believe because, everyone sometimes get hurt.

As me, Niko, Aj, Sharky and Chunkz were walking to our seats which was front row, there was a nice middle aged man who nicely asked if he could take picture of all of us, which to you of course agreed.

On your left side you saw a guy filming you all as you got the pictures taken. “Y/n, are you excited for Kenny tonight?” The guy who was filming asked you.

“Absolutely,” you began “im really excited for Kenny! He’s been working so hard, and it’s great to see him out there giving his best. I’m really nervous tho.” You spoke into the microphone other guy was holding.

He asked some more questions, and after going to your seats. You listened to the details of Kenny’s opponent, as the announcer talked.

Next they called Kenny’s height and weight, etc. the room was filled with screaming and cheering.

You watched from not far, your arms crossed as you watched Kenny’s brother talk to him. Your heart started beating faster when the bell rang for the match to begin.

Kenny and his opponent, both men sized each other up and tested each others weaknesses with quick jab and punches. You tried hard not to gasp each time he got hit, but it was hard.

She felt the worry seep out of her when he got hit again, Kenny of course quickly brought his arms up to block himself from being hit again.

Then, his body lurched forward and he tried to hit his target, missing by an inch and getting socked in the stomach. What was happening? You felt yourself tensing and inching closer to the ring.

Finally the rang bell meaning it was end of the round one, just as you leaned closer. Kenny went to his corner talking with his brother. You could just hear how his brother was yelling at him.

Niko saw how tense you were, so he put his arm around your shoulder to make you feel better, “Don’t worry y/n. It’s just round one, Kenny will come back. He always does.”

You looked up to him as he was much taller than you, sending him a comforting smile and thanking him. You were so grateful for friends like them.

The bell rang once again, round two starting, you sat back into your seat fully.

It was only 30 seconds into round two, you honestly didn’t know why you were so tense, it was boxing match after all, but you were worried for Kenny.

Kenny’s opponent swung once again, but this time Kenny managed to dodge the swing and counter it with a jab straight to the cheek. The punch knocked his opponent back, and Kenny took the chance to get in a few more.

The crown cheered for Kenny and so did you and the beta squad.

Just as it seemed like things were on Kenny’s side, suddenly everything went wrong. His opponent finally made a move, he managed to to bring his own leg up and deliver a kick to Kenny’s lower leg, tripping him.

The crowd’s cheers instantly dropped, and were replaced with boos. The rules had specifically stated that you couldn’t hit below the belt, hold, trip, kick, headbutt, wrestle, bite, spit on, or push your opponent.

“He can’t do that!” Sharky pointed towards the ring as he shouted at the referee who was making his way towards it.

Referee gave Kenny some seconds so they could continue fighting, you just hoped that it was going off the opponents points.

The match had ended and Kenny had won, after coming back just like Niko had said. But you were still worried, I mean the guy tripped Kenny, and Kenny did take some punches.

When they finally let you in the ring, you went straight to Kenny and when he saw you, he hugged you tightly and slightly picking you up.

It was kinda gross to be fair, from his sweaty body you were sure your top was gonna be wet. When he put you back on the ground he saw the look on your face.

“What happened?” Kenny asked, “are you not happy?”

“No, of course I am happy.” You assured him “I just was so worried, you tripped-”

“Girl, I’m just fine.” He laughed, trying to make you feel better “that trip was nothing, and it was just bad for him.. he got points taken off, not me.” He put his hands in the air.

“I know, I just don’t wanna see you hurt..”

“Well I’m not. I’m totally fine.” He told you, raising his hand up to your cheek “in fact, don’t you think I got him worse..?”

You laughed at him, “maybe.” You said and Kenny took the boxing belt off his shoulder to put it around your waist, for it to go down on your hips.

The belt was heavy, Kenny turned you around a little so you both faced a camera and they both took a picture of you both, you were definitely posting that picture later.

After interviews Kenny finally could go back to locker room, where you both went so he could change and finally go home.

Kenny sat down for a bit, and you were still concerned about him “Kenny, are you sure you’re okay though?”

“Yes I’m fine.” He answered. “Maybe just my upper thigh hurts.”

“What?” You said, walking over to him “why didn’t you say anything back then, when we were in the ring?” You asked, touching his upper thigh.

Kenny was joking with you, but you didn’t realised it. “I don’t know, guess I just wanted to tell you home..” he smirked, only making you now realise he was joking.

“Boy shut up.” You joked back at him, pushing him slightly.

[fruitbasketball]

wnba highlights 8/17-8/18

okay so i’ve been out of it these past couple days so i’m just gonna give y’all the big games and moments and important shit

but please send in asks if i missed a game you wanted to see me cover, i’ll try to get to it 🤞🏽

new york liberty vs las vegas aces - 8/17

starting off strong with this 2023 finals rematch - LAWDDDD a’ja wilson you are a badddd woman. 24 points, 11 boards, but still could not walk away with the win.

that being said, the aces played like shit for being the aces. 37% from the field, 29% from 3 - what are we DOING bro. this is CRAZY!!!!!

i mean jackie young 1-8?? what the FUCK????

chelsea in double digits for points is a shock to me lately, but we’re here, so!!

not that the liberty as a whole played much better tho - slightly better fgp and slightly worse 3pfg BRO??? is THIS WHO WE ARE??

lord help me why is sabrina ionescu putting up 21 shots and only getting 23 points off of it. and 2 of those points were actually free throws so she got 21 on 21.

someone explain that shit to me. that math ain’t mathing.

jj with 17 REBOUNDS??? HELLO??? WHAT IN THE STAT PAD?? IS YOUR FGP THIS LOW FOR THAT PURPOSE??? fucking HELPPPP

y’all disappoint me. NEXT.

las vegas aces vs los angeles sparks

yeah i’m not here to speak on the game for this one. it was a slaughter from an efficiency perspective, i’ll say that.

i like watching the aces. they’re an entertaining team, and i feel bad from a basketball perspective that they had such a shitty start to the season.

but for aces fans to boo dearica in FRONT OF HER DAUGHTER - to act as though becky hammon is getting unfairly cancelled rather than acting as tho she committed a FEDERAL OFFENSE, which she DID…

fuckin crazy bro. you’re full of shit.

chicago sky vs phoenix mercury

the dee and angel hug at the end was everything. EVERYTHING.

but in case y’all missed the typa timing the chi town barbie been on: 19 points, 20 boards, on 8-16. play. with. ya mama.

they still lost tho don’t get me wrong, but the merc needed this after that fever loss bc bitch what the fuck.

y’all want me to be impresser that sofeet cuntingham got her first double double..? that ho been in the league for fucking ever gtfoh bro maga ass…

monique billings on a roster thank fucking god because i was boutta throw hands

anyway dee still got it like that… y’all don’t stress 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

seattle storm vs indiana fever

caitlin clark you are… something. telling the opposing bench to “stop crying” and then giggling right after is absolutely insane work. i might genuinely be terrified of that girl.

sds i love you bro if you wanna shoulder check that ho do it in game too. ain’t a damn thing. you do you baby.

aight real show of the night: LEXIE. MFKING. HULL.

don’t y’all EVER disrespect one of tara’s girls like that again. NEEEEVER. 22 points on 80%??? DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW CRAZY THAT IS??

i will say the fever played exceptionally last night (except kls, and imma ride for a husky always… but she should lowk not be starting): 3 guys over 20, 46 fgp, 3pfg at 48 so HIGHER than fgp?? some steph curry shit right there.

meanwhile in seattle, we don’t even breach 40. it’s getting to the point where i’m surprised that seattle loses a game, because what?? can someone HELP JEWELL BRO?? LORD!!! you just lost to a team that might have a lottery pick!!!

GET IT THE FUCK TOGETHER!!!

[hungry-tum-stuff]

if you’re doing them: "Well, if you're good, I guess you won't mind holding down the fort while the rest of us grab some pizza…"

Important bit of context: Dante is a monster hunter

Dante sighed and rubbed his temples as Buck and his buddies yelled at the game on their TV again, clearly audible through the door to their bedroom. They’d been out there all afternoon watching football, cheering and booing and yelling at the referee as if they were in the stands.

And Dante had been in his and Buck’s bedroom all day, trying to find any sort of break in the case he was working on. Dozens of birds had been found impaled on tree branches in the local woods, sending the town into a tizzy. And seeing as the police and local wildlife experts were stumped on what was happening, Dante figured he’d take a crack at it. Sure, it could just be some freaky teenagers pulling a prank, but it could also be a local witch up to no good, or worse, an omen. And he really didn’t feel like taking any chances.

But he’d hardly been able to get any research done with Buck and company outside. It had been impossible to focus with all the noise, and he’d been at this for hours but he didn’t have a single thing to show for it.

Dante’s stomach grumbled and he pressed a hand against it, frowning as he tried to regain his focus. That was partly why he’d been unable to focus on research; he hadn’t eaten all day. Granted, he could have gotten something from the kitchen this whole time, but that would mean being pulled into a conversation with Buck and his friends that he lacked the social skills to get out of. So in favor of his work, he had neglected his belly.

The living room behind the door erupted into cheers suddenly, followed by excited chatter. Not long after, Buck pushed open the door and crossed the room to plant a kiss on his partner’s head, and Dante smiled.

“You win?”

“We sure as shit did.” Buck said excitedly. “They had us on the ropes but we got ourselves a touchdown at the very last second. Anyways, me and the guys are headed out for pizza, you wanna come along?”

Dante’s stomach rumbled quietly, begging him to take a break and eat something. But he shook his head. Buck frowned.

“Aw c’mon, you been in this same spot since this morning. You’ve gotta be hungry…” Buck’s hands slid down towards Dante’s belly, but he swatted them away quickly.

“I’m fine, Buck. I haven’t gotten anywhere in all this, I gotta stay here.”

“This still that bird thing?” Buck leaned over to look at what Dante was up to, and as he did, Dante’s stomach growled faintly. Buck glanced down towards the noise, then back up at his blushing partner.

“You’re not gonna get nowhere on an empty tank, y’know.”

“Buck, I’m good, really.” Dante snapped, hunching down over his work, partly to get Buck off his case and partly to fold in his belly so it would shut the hell up. “You can go without me, just leave me alone and let me get this done.”

Buck stood back up straight and put his hands on his hips. “Well someone’s grouchy. But fine, if you’re good then I guess you won’t mind holdin’ down the fort while the rest of us are out eatin’ pizza.”

Dante didn’t respond, but his stomach groaned pleadingly. Buck waited for a moment for Dante to change his mind and come along for pizza, but when he didn’t, he sighed and shook his head.

“I’ll bring you some back.” He said, leaving and closing the door behind him.

But unfortunately, even with Buck gone Dante was having more trouble concentrating than before. He’d just been reminded of how hungry he was, and he’d just snapped at his boyfriend. After a few moments of reading the same sentence over and over again, his guilt and hunger bubbled over and got him out of his chair.

As soon as he opened the door, Buck’s friends cheered upon seeing him, and Buck smiled faintly as Dante walked over to meet them just as they were heading out the door.

“I’m sorry.” Dante said quietly.

“I know, you were just hangry. There’s a way to fix that, y’know.”

Dante rolled his eyes as he plopped into the passenger seat beside Buck. “Quit being a smartass and drive.”

[bradshawssugarbaby]

She's in Love with the Boy - Jake Seresin x OC

A/N: This is part two in my series She Had Me at Heads Carolina, I don't know why I see country music + hangman as a thing (ok so maybe I do know why) but here we are. I wrote this half awake this morning and it's probably a lot less cute than I think it is.

tagging: @mamachasesmayhem for the update lol

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x fem! OC

warnings/content: literally just Jake drunkenly singing 90s country music badly again

word count: 2.4k

 It had been two days since your beach trip, and you were thinking over the past 48 hours as you sat at your vanity, brushing your hair out before getting ready to go out that night.

Courtney had been far more bold than you were at the beach that day, having gone home with Bradley as soon as it was offered. You knew she was crazy for him already just by the way she looked at him. She’d always been one of those love at first sight types, the kind who believes in soulmates and finding that perfect person who makes you swoon with one look. It didn’t typically work out for her, wearing her heart on her sleeve and being so head over heels in love every time, but, this one occasion, you really hoped it did. She hadn’t talked about anything but him for the last day and a half it’d been since she got home - he’d been the perfect gentleman, driving her home the next morning in his 1972 Ford Bronco, dropping her off and seeing that she got inside ok, even though it was broad daylight and you and Stephanie were both still home. 

Stephanie had been texting with Bob ever since, giggling and blushing at the small screen every so often. Where Courtney over shared about her time with Rooster, Stephanie undershared about her relationship with Bob. She kept her lips sealed about just about everything, including their date yesterday morning. Bob had shown up in uniform to pick her up on his way into the base, wanting to take her for breakfast before they both had to go into work for the day. 

As far as you and Jake went, you’d been exchanging text messages back and forth with one another. It started with Jake sending you a “Hey there Heads Carolina,” to you responding with “Does that make you Tails California?” From there, it evolved into a near constant back and forth between the two of you, swapping country playlists and favourite songs, facts about your lives back home, yourselves, your likes, your dislikes. You weren’t normally one to fall in love instantly, but after two days of exchanging texts, you found yourself dying to see him again. He’d apologized for not taking you out yet, he’d been called in for an early briefing the first day, and yesterday he’d been stuck late working on something, none of which you could know any details about.  Courtney and Stephanie had tried reassuring you that he was interested in you, but part of you wondered if maybe it was just Jake being too polite to tell you he didn’t want to see you again.

Your phone had buzzed violently against the wooden top of your vanity a couple of hours ago, vibrating and moving across the slick, matte white finish of the furniture. You looked down and saw it was Jake, or as you’d saved him in your phone, Tails, California.

“Hey sweets, I was wondering if you’re free tonight. Karaoke at The Hard Deck. I need a duet partner. I’d sing with Rooster, but he’s a spotlight hog.”

“I can come, but that singing on the beach was a one time thing. I felt bad you were getting roasted alive.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“Really?”

“Are you not going to feel bad if I get booed off stage tonight? I might end up getting drunk and singing Amazed or something.”

“Oh God, can’t have you butchering poor Lonestar. The whole state of Texas might shun you. I’ll be there.”

“Thanks sweets, karaoke starts at 7. I’ll be there a little earlier.”

You breathed a sigh of relief as you realized that Jake hadn’t been avoiding you on purpose. You were never the type to get in too deep after one meeting, but something about Jake had you completely taken by him. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you could feel the infatuation with him brewing whenever you thought about him. You scrolled through your phone and settled on a country playlist you’d built years ago during college, back when you still lived in Tennessee. You hadn’t even been remotely interested in it in years before the beach, but since Jake got you singing along with him, you found yourself wanting to revisit it for the nostalgia. Plus, you wanted to make sure you didn’t humiliate yourself on karaoke night by not knowing the words to 90s country songs, which were all probably fair game if Jake was choosing.

As the opening notes of She’s In Love With The Boy began filling your room, you hummed the familiar tune. You picked a sweet, pale blue daisy print sundress from your closet, pulling its thin fabric over your head as you got dressed. You began rummaging through your closet, praying you hadn’t left any boxes of shoes at your parents house back in Tennessee as you looked for the perfect compliment to your outfit. Pulling out a pair of classic cognac brown cowboy boots, you gave yourself an eyeroll as you put them on, unable to deny you were doing it purely to impress him. You turned to yourself in the mirror and examined your outfit. Your hair was curled and neatly pushed back off your face with a baby blue headband,  one that perfectly matched hue of your dress. Your makeup was simple and natural, a nice compliment to the vibe of the dress you’d chosen. As you nodded your head once, you grabbed your phone, turning your music off. 

A short drive later, you were at The Hard Deck with Courtney and Stephanie in tow, looking for Jake and his friends. Bob waved you all over with a friendly smile, and Stephanie practically ran to him. He put his arm around her affectionately and kissed her cheek. He handed her a drink and smiled. 

“Hey, I know Rooster’s up at the bar, Courtney,” Bob said with a nod towards where Bradley was standing. Bradley waved excitedly, his aviator sunglasses clipped to his white tank top under his open Hawaiian print dress shirt. Bob was sporting a simple jeans and oxford-blue dress shirt combo, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, showing off his somewhat surprisingly muscular arms. He smiled as he pointed to the dart board where Jake was standing on the other side of the bar, sporting a Texas Longhorns baseball jersey, light washed denim jeans and cowboy boots. 

“Hangman’s currently mopping the floor with Coyote in darts right now. I don’t know how that guy does it, but he hits bullseye every time. It’s literally my job to hit targets and I can’t even do it as accurately as he does every time in darts,” Bob shakes his head in disbelief as he laughs. “He should be almost done, I think. I don’t really know how long a game of darts goes on for?”

You politely excused yourself from your friends for a moment, heading over to where Jake was standing. He leaned in to his step, tossing another perfectly thrown dart at the board again. 

“Nice shot,” you said cooly as you looked at him.

“Hey! I figured I’d play some darts until you got here,” Jake laughed softly as he nodded his head before setting the darts down and leaning on the high top table that his drink sat on. 

“Courtney and Stephanie were invited too, so we just carpooled down, took us a bit longer than I’d hoped because Courtney couldn’t decide what outfit Rooster would like better on her,” You shook your head as you thought about how silly it sounded when you said it out loud, “She really likes him, wants to make a good impression.”

“Oh trust me, he hasn’t shut the fuck up about how great she is over the last two days. It’s kind of cute in a way though. Also kind of annoying in a way but I’m letting it slide because he’s in love,” Jake smirked as he put the amber coloured glass bottle to his lips, taking a sip, “You can tell her though, he doesn’t care what she’s wearing. He’s going to respond the same way if she shows up in a trash bag.” 

“Noted. Stephanie is getting all giggly over Bob, but I she’s always giggly and blushing so it’s hard to tell with her. She’s not as…open as Courtney is. Although, I think she’s pretty smitten since he took her for breakfast yesterday and picked her up in his uniform. That alone probably sold her.”

“Oh she liked that? That was my idea. Bob’s a little shy and a little…inexperienced when it comes to dating. Figured I’d help the poor bastard out a little bit on that one. He really likes her.” 

“Your idea?”

“Yeah, he had to meet me yesterday for a training exercise, but I told him I could stall for an hour if he wanted to take her out or something. I suggested he just wear his uniform, because girls apparently love men in uniform. And I clearly wasn’t wrong,” Jake’s smile was smug, yet genuine as he shrugged his shoulders.

“What are you, some kind of professional matchmaker?” You retorted dryly as you raised an eyebrow at him, trying to hide the fact that you were about to break out into a grin.

“Nah, I just know the poor guy needs the extra push, ya know?” Jake set his beer down as his eyes scanned over your body, taking in your outfit choice for the evening, “You look fantastic, sugar. You even brought out your cowboy boots?” 

“I thought I left them back home, but I found them in the back of the closet, I haven’t worn them since I finished college. Even then, it was just for bars and homecoming. I’m amazed they fit.”

“Hey, I appreciate a good boot,” He nodded, gesturing to his own matching pair of cowboy boots. “Especially if we’re gonna be belting out another classic tonight. I have to see what our options are up there. Any preferences? I think we’re up after Payback and Fanboy. Not really a tough act to follow. The only one of us who can actually carry a fuckin’ tune is Rooster. Not fair he gets to look good with a mustache and sing,” Jake says as he mockingly pouts and rolls his eyes before grinning again. 

“Aw, jealous are we?” You teased, folding your arms across your chest as you raised your eyebrow at Jake.

“Only because when I grow a mustache like that, I look like an 80s porn star,” He shakes his head and laughs, “C’mon, let’s go get a drink and get closer to the stage so we can see what we’re up against.”

He took your hand in his, and you couldn’t help but notice how perfectly your hand fit in his. He smiled at the bartender, a pretty brunette woman, older than you both but by how much, you couldn’t be sure.

“Penny, m’dear, can I get another beer and whatever Lauren here wants to drink?” He smiled at you before turning back to face Penny, nodding his head as he handed her his credit card. “Here, I’ll save myself the trouble and just leave this with you,” He laughed and put his wallet back in his pocket. 

Jake handed you your drink and smiled as he tilted his head back towards the makeshift stage, where two men were currently butchering the entire melody of ‘Yeah!’ by Usher. 

“Tweedledee and tweedledum over here are almost finished up, it’s us next. You ready? Pick a song yet?” His green eyes looked at you full of intrigue as he awaited your reply.

“The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia?” 

Jake flipped through the options and shook his head, “Nope.”

“Chattahoochee?”

“You want me to get up on stage and sing that opening verse about the river being hotter than a hoochie coochie?”

“Good point,” You laughed and shook your head, feeling the humiliation at the mere suggestion of it now that he’s brought it up. 

“She’s In Love With The Boy is on here. That’s a good one.”

“You wanna sing Trisha Yearwood? Can your voice go that high?”

“Absolutely not but it’s that or I down another beer and start belting out Neon Moon by Brooks and Dunn with or without you.”

“Fair enough, Trisha Yearwood it is.”

“Her daddy says, “he ain’t worth a lick, when it comes to brains he’s got the short end of the stick,” you belted out with as much passion as you and your cocktail could muster.

“But Katie’s young and man she just don’t care, she’d follow Tommy anywhere” Jake harmonized with his adorably out of key baritone, trying to carry the note as best as he could.

“My daddy said, you wasn’t worth a lick, when it came to brains you got the short end of the stick–”

“but he was wrong and honey you are too, Katie looks at Tommy, like I still look at you.”

“She’s in love with the boy, she’s in love with the boy.”

As you and Jake continued to finish the last verse of the beloved country song, you couldn’t help but think about the words. You looked over to Jake who shot you a grin while he gripped his microphone, giving the final line as much as he could as he sang it out. 

“What’s meant to be will always find a way, she’s gonna marry that boy someday.”

You took note of the way the makeshift spotlight highlighted his dark blonde hair and sunkissed skin, his green eyes shining brightly, and the unmistakeable grin of someone having the absolute time of their life on his face. He looked even better in this light than he did on the beach the other day, cowboy boots, off-key singing and all. The more you thought about it, the more you thought that maybe, just maybe, the song might have been more than just a song you chose for karaoke. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, maybe you were in fact in love with the boy this time.

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.5

First Part

AT LONG LAST.... THE STREAMER!HONEY HEADCANONS FINALE

Note: This may be the last part, but it is not the end of Streamer!Honey!!! Just the long-winded headcanon posts. I have more planned for the future ^^ mini-fics, shitposts, all sorts of shenanigans <3

—

The punch became a meme. Honey hates it, and Guy hates that Honey hates it.

But god if it isn’t hilarious.

It took a good few months for Honey to stop beating themself up over it, and now they are able to look back on it and laugh. They even have a GIF of the moment as an alert for gifted subs.

—

Charity streams!!! Honey loves doing them. It’s fun, and for a good cause.

And, though it’s fun, sometimes it can get out of hand.

It was meant to be a joke! But, before they knew it, they hit the donation goal...

♡♡♡♡♡♡

HFDJSFEJGGFJSK

IM FREAKING OUT

CANTWAITCANTWAITCANTWAIT

I can’t believe they’re actually doing this 🤭🤭🤭

I DONT KNOW IF MY GAY LITTLE HEART WILL BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT

The sound of the door opening made chat go mostly still.

Honey, very reluctantly with an embarrassed scowl on their face, stepped into camera view.

They stood stiffly, pondering how they ended up here. Here, on stream, in front of thousands of perfect strangers...

Wearing a maid outfit.

Not even a comfortable one! It was frilly, and itchy, and the skirt was way too fucking short.

OMFGNO I FCKING CANT-

🤣🤣🤣🤣

I CANT BREATHE

OH MY GOOOOOOOD

You look so cute!!!

THIS WAS SO WORTH THE MONEY

IM WHEEZING AND I CANT FIND MY INHALERR

HSGJJFHZJAHHAHAHAH

Oh 😳😳

WHY IT LOOK KINDA GOOD THO??

[HONEY’S] TOO HOT THEY KILLED SOMEBODY

“I hate everything,” Honey muttered, as they tried to tug the dress down. It was bad enough that it was so revealing, but it also wouldn’t zip up all the way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It would only get worse, however, as the next goal would add thigh highs.

And the one after that would add...

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING NOW

AaaaawwwWWWW WHAT A CUTE KITTY

You mean “right fucking meow?”

THEY LOOK SO PISSED LMAO

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING MEOW

They’re gonna kill us 😭😭😭😭

IM QUEER

With what? Their wittle paws?? 😽😽

This is my phone lockscreen now

Simp

“Yeah, you all better enjoy this, ‘cause I’m never doing it again.”

Doubt it, this is the fastest we’ve ever raised money

NOOOOOOOOO

Still waiting for you to say nya

NYAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA

ITS THE CIIIIIIIIRRRRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIFEEE

“I’m not saying that.”

tf you’re not-

★someone donated $50★

SAY NYA BITCH

Honey heaved out a sigh that bordered a growl, and very blandly, “nya.”

As Chat cheered and went practically feral, Honey could only be glad that this couldn’t possibly get any wors-

They froze as they heard the Jaws theme start playing.

“Oh f-”

HE’S HEEEERE

YEEEEEEEESS

HoneysHeaven: wowah 😳

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

HOLY CRAP SOMEONE TAGGED HIM ON TWITTER 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

HoneyHeaven: hey there Honey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

SOMEONE SNITCHED????

Honey braced their elbows on their desk and hid their face in their hands. “Go back to working.”

HoneysHeaven: I will if you promise to still be wearing that when I get home 👀👀

“I’m burning it as soon as this stream ends.”

NOO YOU CANT BURN IT YOU LOOK SO SEXYY 😩😩

The boy just wants to see you all dolled up Boo, let him have his treat

“The next 15 minutes are going to be hell.”

HoneysHeaven: oooh the next goal you put on a collar, hm? 😏😏

Guy ur killing even me rn

OH WAIT I JUST GOT GUYS USERNAME

HoneysHeaven: Honey can you send me like $70

“I am not sending you money.”

HoneysHeaven: awww cmon 🥺🥺 my break ends in 2 minutes I just want to see you in a collar

ITS FOR CHARITY

DONATE TO THE CAUSE

“I’ll put you in a collar,” Honey grumbled with their arms crossed tightly.

HoneysHeaven: wouldn’t be the first time 😉

HOW DO WE RAISE ANOTHER 500 IN 10 MINUTES

AYO WHAT????

—

Guy likes interrupting Honey’s streams unprompted. He loves seeing the smile on their face. The gentle one that they wear while doing what they love. It makes him want to smother them in kisses.

Sometimes when he does this, he forgets about the mask and glasses. There have been plenty of times where he’s nearly accidentally exposed his face to the world, and it gives his honey a mini heart attack each time.

Honey made the executive decision to rearrange their setup so that the door was no longer in view. That way, Guy could spontaneously enter as much as he pleased.

—

Honey was still streaming when Guy returned home from work. They had told him in advance that this stream would be dragging on a bit longer than normal.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey looked up as they heard the door click open. Guy entered, waving a paper bag around.

“Honeeeey,” he sang, “I’ve brought you somethiiiiing.”

is that the boy i hear 👀👀👀

EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO WITNESS THIS

DETROIT CAN WAIT THIS IS IMPORTANT

Honey eyed the bag skeptically as Guy drew closer, “should I be worried?”

“No,” Guy laughed, stopping right outside of the camera’s view. “I brought you donuts!”

“Ooh, really? What’s your motive?”

“Wha-? Motive!? Why do you think I would have a motive?”

Honey raised an eyebrow at their boyfriend and smirked.

Immensely offended, Guy scoffed, “what, am I not allowed to bring the most important person in my life a treat? Purely out of my own volition and the kindness of my heart?”

“I was joking before, but now I’m actually suspicious...”

“Just take the donuts, Honey,” Guy softly spoke with a warm smile, holding out the bag and leaning forward.

When Honey’s hand brushed against his own, Guy leaned closer, his other hand cupping the back of their neck. He held the bag up to hide his face from viewers as he placed a gentle kiss on his partners cheek.

Honey, growing ever more flustered, let out a nervous chuckle as they pushed Guy away and accepted the gifts.

AWWWWHDWSAIHDGDKDSBIDS

ITS HAPPENING

OMG

NO

DID HE KISS THEM??

WHERE IS THE CLIP I NEED TO SEE THAT AGAIN

When you’re so lonely you’re living vicariously through someone in your screen

UH YEAH THATS THE POINT

OF COURSE

I GOT THE CLIP I GOT IT

Chat wouldn’t stop talking about it for the entire rest of the stream.

And for the next 4 streams after that...

—

Chat knows that Guy is important to Honey. No other roommate of theirs has ever become such a big part of their life, everyone knows that they have to be something more.

They stopped bugging Honey about it after a year. It's just kind of common knowledge that these two have a lot of chemistry, but asking straight up about their relationship won't work.

Not that having an answer would change anything, Chat loves seeing how happy Honey is with Guy.

—

It took a little over a year for Honey to agree, but finally they are streaming a game with Guy!!

They're playing Raft. Honey in their streaming room, and Guy in the living room. They're communicating through discord, and Chat is having a blast.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Did you finish building that engine yet?" Honey asked, filling a chest with some items.

"No, I thought you were going to do it," Guy answered.

"I literally told you to go ahead and make one two minutes ago!"

"I was busy distracting the shark while you were scavenging all that shit underwater!"

We should get them couples counciling

Guy can't keep being shark bait ooh ah ah 😭😭

I still don't understand the point of this game

It's his destiny

Raft

raft

The point is raft

RAFT

"Honey, I think I'm dying. My hunger bar is low."

"Then eat something, we have plenty of food."

"I don't think I can make it back in time," Guy whined.

"Wh- where are you??"

You could practically hear Guy's pout, "I went back on the island because you were mad at me."

"I am not mad at you," Honey responded, exasperated, "where are you at on the island?"

"Uhmm... I'm in a place with lots of trees."

"Okay, I'm bringing you some shark meat."

"The shark is dead?"

"Yeah I killed it."

[HONEY] MOVE FASTER WE CANT LET HIM DIE

They are playing the game so wrong I am ripping my hair out

Tip: multiple sails will make you go faster

They can play however they want to 😡

The only right way to do anything is the [Honey] and Guy way

"Oh shi-" Guy started, "I'm dead."

"You're fiiine."

"No, my character just collapsed from hunger."

"Don't be dramatic, I'm almost there."

"I'm not being dramatic!! I died!!!"

"A little death never killed anybody."

Honey found Guy's character, limp on the ground, and picked him up.

"Alright, you big baby, I'll take you to the bed."

"Oooooh," Guy sang impishly, "you're carrying me to bed?"

"Yep."

"What are you gonna do with me once we get there?"

"When we get there, you are gonna build that goddamn engine!"

Upon arrival to the raft, Honey discovered something...

"Where the fuck is the bed??"

Guy coughed out a laugh, "oh, uhm- I might've taken it with me when I left."

"Why would you do that!?!?"

"Because you were mad at me!!!"

"I swear to god-" Honey dropped Guy's carcass on the raft and went to collect materials to make another bed.

"Honeeeeey," Guy whined, "this wooden floor is hard."

Honey sighed, "I'm making you a bed, hold on."

"Come lay underneath meeee."

AGDKSGAKBFK

Boi he wants them under him 👀👀

Can't believe they let Guy die, I'll never forgive them for this 😢🤧😖 /lh /j

Our boy really stepped up his flirting game 😳😳😳

Too bad [Honey] is too oblivious

They're not oblivious, they're an asshole

A distinct sound of sharp teeth chomping into their hard work caught Honey's attention.

"Fuckin' hell," they murmured, "the stupid shark is back."

"Hurry up making the bed and I can kill it," Guy offered.

"I thought you were making the bed," Honey retorted.

Guy scoffed, "Honey!!!!"

"I gotta stab the shark, hold on."

Cold blooded

Yeah

They don't deserve Guy I'm gonna kidnap him

That shark is an endangered species!!!

DoNT YOU DARE GUYNAP OUR BELOVED BOY

Finally, finally, Honey returned and placed Guy's character on the bed. He sprang up immediately.

Guy's cheerful voice started up, "yayyy, thank you Hone-" and was cut off with a yelp.

The shark had glitched through the bottom of the raft and attack Guy. It scared him half to death, but Honey?

Honey was laughing hysterically.

And it was music to Guy's ears.

Gasping for breath, they kept trying to say something, but continuously fell into a fit of giggles.

Guy was barely able to form his own words without laughing, trying to feign offense at his honey's joy in seeing him hurt. But hearing them laugh so heartily? He couldn't help but melt.

And he didn't want to just hear it, he wanted to see it.

"I'm coming to get you, Honey!" He announced, just before darting towards their room.

"No, no no!" They tried to object, but it was too late as Guy came bursting in.

They were in his arms and on the floor in an instant, tears streaming down their face as they tried to breathe.

Their face hurt from smiling, and they tried to calm down, but as soon as their breathing slowed Guy started to tickle them.

"Guy-! No!! Stop it!" They squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. Their previous laughing fit left them exhausted.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like we shouldn't be watching this

HES SO CUTE????

GUY FACE REVEAL!!!!!

EVERYONE SHIELD YOUR EYES

TURN OFF YOUR DEVICES THIS IS ILLEGAL

Wait I think I've seen him before!

When all settled down, Guy and Honey were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs on the floor, just barely out of frame.

"I love you, Honey," he said softly.

Honey smiled, "I love you too."

—

When the couple realized that Guy was no longer anonymous, Honey made him start carrying pepper spray while he worked.

Gotta keep the boy safe.

The End.

A/N: Thank you for reading the Streamer!Honey series ♡ I've loved writing it, and it makes me so happy that you all loved it as well!

[starsandgutters]

WIP GAME BOO & BOWSER!! 👀

HEHEHE !!

This is also just an outline, but it’s an idea I have had in my head for YEARS, from around the same period as the initial conception of Kinda Love, so I am very soft and fond of this verse even if I’ve never written a word from it.

Kevin and Aaron become close in college after Neil and Andrew get together cause they’re on the sidelines more often. And after Riko especially they get really close, and they think they’re just dudes being bros, but they do have such exchanges as Aaron teasingly referring to Kevin as Paracelsus.

“Why?”

“Because he also always wanted to be right. He actually burned medical textbooks because he was so strongly of the belief his ways were correct and tradition was wrong. And this is 15th and 16th century, books were not easy to come by.”

“Wow. Thanks. I won’t insist I’m right if I’m wrong-”

“That’s not- I just mean he had that much belief in himself. He didn’t want incorrect medical practice happening. He also taught in German instead of Latin. Cause he believed everyone should have access to knowledge, not just the upper classes.”

“…oh.”

“He just reminds me of you.”

And Kevin is all flustered because not only is Aaron being NICE to him but he’s being nice USING HISTORY which is a super effective seduction method for Kevin, and every time Aaron calls him Paracelsus after he remembers that and feels all warm and … wow they must be such good friends right 😃

But then Kevin leaves and being Kevin gets hyper focused in on his new team and training and it’s usually Aaron messaging him, but the replies get sparser and more infrequent, and after a few months Aaron starts to think Kevin only was friendly with him because of close contact / has moved on and now that Aaron isn’t going to be continuing exy he isn’t important to him anymore.

Like Kevin’s just a single minded dumbass but Aaron has attachment issues due to parental abuse so. Y’know. It hurts and it sucks but he has Katelyn and he’s got med school to be working towards and so he tries not to think about Kevin.

(Hard to avoid thoughts of your ex best friend when he’s constantly on TV and you’re still on his dad’s team but whatever)

When Kevin comes back to see Wymack for holidays he acts the same as they always did, but Aaron’s more distant towards him, so then HE thinks Similar Things™️ to Aaron because they’re BOTH emotionally stilted idiots. So the distance between them just grows.

Kevin is separated from Thea at this point because Kevin Day deserves to love himself thanks 😤

They cross paths sometimes over the years (usually from things involving Andrew) but it’s more like cold acquaintances than the way they used to be.

Aaron and Katelyn break up in his last year of med school. Just growing apart, changing as people, but Aaron definitely feels his depression had a big impact in it and it sends him into a bit of a spiral and he has to take some time off from school - which he hates- He shifts to part time studying and splitting his time between that and working at a doctors office but now he’s suddenly faced with the fact that he’s got a void in his life cause, hey! Most of his med school friends were mutual friends with Katelyn and all their hanging out was as a couple and sure he’s got some acquaintances and work acquaintances but like… trust issues mean he doesn’t wanna spend time with people he’s not super close to. Andrew’s busy playing pro, Nicky’s in Germany, so Aaron adopts a dog.

HE’S A ROTTWEILER AND HE CALLS HIM BOWSER AND GETS HIM A SPIKED COLLAR 😌😌😌

(The timeline of this kind of messy but I’ll work it out better if I ever write it hahaha)

Kevin is also a Lonely Boi but he throws himself into playing to distract himself. Except his hand gets worse every winter and no matter how many tapes or supports or massages or pain meds he tries, it’s getting harder to keep up the level of use he has with it.

And then he gets the news he has post traumatic arthritis and he’ll only have so many years left to play before it gets worse. And sure, yeah, he taught himself to play right handed, and that was FINE for the Foxes, but it’s not up to standard with the pros.

Cue mental breakdown.

Cue importing a super expensive pure breed dog as a distraction (she’s a Shiba Inu called Boudicca).

(I considered a Japanese name because it’s JUST LIKE KEVIN to name her ✨authentically✨ and teach her all her commands in Japanese, but also, I think it’s just so tied to Riko and painful memories for him that in the end he wouldn’t, but felt he would find it funny to call her after a queen, and a Celtic warrior queen felt appropriate 😌)

Oh he also drunk called Aaron at some stage despite not having had a full conversation with him in years and Aaron is just like “wat” like why would you not talk to Andrew or Neil about this???

But he can’t.

Because they still get to play.

Andrew doesn’t even care about this stupid sport that is Kevin’s whole world and he STILL gets to PLAY and how can Kevin look him in the face and say he’s on limited time and Andrew’s career will outlast him?

And Aaron’s kind of annoyed. But it’s also nice in a sad way that someone seems to be doing worse than him (can you say schadenfreude?) And also he discovers his soft spot for Kevin never left and fuck that.

So they stay in contact a little more frequently. Kevin sends pupdates. Aaron sends advice because as smart as Kevin is he’s also a soft touch and keeps spoiling her before he’s even got her trained and also “you picked one of the most stubborn temperamental dog breeds as your first- No, why am I surprised? You fit perfectly”

More messy time line stuff I haven’t thought about and Kevin having to leave her for the first time to tour and he’s like “S O S I THOUGHT I COULD LEAVE HER AT A KENNEL BUT I DONT TRUST THEM WITH MY BABY WILL YOU PLEASE BABYSIT HER”

“You know im busy I have work and school.”

“She’ll keep Bowser company.”

“Bowser is a grown dog because I didn’t contribute to breeding for profit while good dogs get put down in shelters because they have no homes.”

(5 photos attached of Boudicca)

“Fuck sake fine”

And Kevin’s like she’s kind of moody and it might take her a while to warm up to you and-

Dog whisperer Aaron Minyard crouches down and she immediately is getting belly rubs and giving him kisses. (Aaron Minyard who is good with animals & who animals always take to because they can sense the soft core of him that people don’t see past his spiky exterior you will ALWAYS be real to ME)

Kevin: 👁👄👁

Boo is Aaron’s nickname for Boudicca. Which he calls her all the time even though Kevin protests greatly, because she HAS a name and it is a GREAT name it is a POWERFUL and HISTORICAL name and-

And Aaron’s like hehe let me edit them so it looks like they’re sitting in little Mario Kart racing karts - Bowser and Boo 🤭💖

Kevin has never been a better communicator. Messages Aaron every free minute like hello is my baby the light of my life ok???

Gets flustered when Aaron replies “im fine thanks how are you” wHAT IS THAT ABOUT??? WHAT IS THIS FEELING SO SUDDEN AND NEW—

Aaron and Katelyn have also moved past their break up heartache at this stage and reconnected as friends, so some of the updates Aaron sends Kevin of the dogs out on walks, or him doing stuff with them, Katelyn is in the background of. And Kevin does not like this. It makes him feel all complicated and prickly and uncomfortable. Like, why is she near HIS dog and why is that FUZZY LITTLE TRAITOR sitting on her lap and WHY is she pressed against HIS AARON’S side and- wait, no, not his Aaron, hahaha what a silly thought-

Ends up impulse buying a house in Aaron’s city (idk if Aaron canonically went to Chicago or if that’s just fanon but I’ve absorbed it into my consciousness as a fact) so it’s easier for dog sitting and Aaron doesn’t need to stay crammed in a cheap apartment and Kevin can just travel between that and wherever his team is based. (Aaron is furious because he is not a kept man. He refused Andrew’s help and how dare Kevin think he can just buy a house and-

He does move in anyway though cause his window has had a draft for months that makes chilly Chicago winters a NIGHTMARE and the sink in the bathroom drips constantly and it would be nice to have a garden for Bowser-)

So then- OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES!

Anyway dog dads falling in love

Kevin manages to make it to the Olympics before he retires and has, essentially, a huge nervous breakdown despite the fact he had years to mentally prepare himself. Aaron helping piece him back together and finding new ways for him to focus his love of the game while also being a kickass doctor because Aaron Minyard? Multitasker pro

Grumpy boys out walking their dogs together in big coats and scarves 😌💖 their little family already pre-made by the time they get their dumbass acts together and realise they want to smooch 😤 Kevin being at home more so that Aaron can put more hours into HIS career now without worrying about the dogs, and Kevin having time to explore and learn about himself and his interests outside of exy. Aaron making sure he takes it easy and helping him with exercises for his arthritis and ways to tend to his chronic pain 🥹 and they just get to be domestic and stupidly in love and happy with their pups!!

(Bonus concept: Bed Spreader Extraordinaire Kevin Day who usually takes up the ENTIRE bed with his STUPID LONG LIMBS is actually the one that sometimes can’t get into bed in this verse, because Aaron sleeps curled up into a little ball, but the dogs sprawl out on either side of him as his protectors. Kevin standing shivering in his briefs like 🥺 Boudicca please move and let me into the bed 🥺 but this is what you get for impulse buying one of the sassiest and most stubborn dog breeds, Kevin-)

[love-strike]

pairing: boo seungkwan x afab reader rating: 18+ (explicit) word count: 1.3k-ish warnings: kissing, smut (fingering, squirting), a few pet names. seungkwan is skilled with his fingers as usual a/n: here is the "seungkwan sexy massage" drabble for my lovely anon!

You lean your forehead against the wall as you jam your key into the front door of your apartment, tiredly unlocking it and letting it swing open. You move past the kitchen and living room as your legs take you to your bedroom, and you flop directly onto your bed with a sigh. After such a long day, all that you can think about is going to sleep and escaping the real world.

“Honey, are you asleep?”

Your body jolts awake as you hear a muffled voice and feel a hand on your back. The bed dips beside you as the person speaking to you sits down and rubs your shoulder. Your head lifts with an apologetic look.

“Seungkwan…” you say groggily. “I’m so sorry, I forgot you were coming over tonight.”

You crawl into a sitting position so you can properly see him. He looks handsome as always, dressed in a button down shirt and jeans. You’re suddenly hyperaware of your own messy hair, smudged makeup, and post-nap drool running down your chin. You quickly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and look back at him innocently.

“Don’t be sorry, I was just worried that you weren’t answering your phone!” he says with a playful scowl that quickly turns into a smile. Normally, his attitude would make you laugh but you’re so tired that you can’t bring yourself to enjoy it.

“Hey,” he says quietly and squeezes your hand in his own. “Long day?”

You nod, and fall forward to rest your head on his shoulder. His shoulder vibrates as he coos and rubs your back comfortingly.

“Your shoulders are so tense. And your neck is all stiff,” he tells you with a worried look. You sigh and close your eyes.

“That’s what working overtime will do to a person,” you reply flatly.

“This just won’t do,” Seungkwan tells you with a shake of his head. “Let me give you a massage so you can relax.”

You give him a small, grateful smile and a whisper of thank you.

“Is it okay if you take your shirt off?” he asks as he rolls his sleeves up. Despite how tired you are, you still feel your heart flutter at his words.

“Sure,” you reply and strip your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants. You lay back down on your stomach and stretch your arms out, grabbing a pillow to lay your head on. One thing you love about Seungkwan is that he’s very, very skilled at giving massages. Your eyes close slowly as you feel his hands begin to rub your shoulders. A grumble leaves your mouth as his thumbs dig into a tense spot in your back.

“Don’t be a baby,” he says with a laugh. “I keep telling you to fix your posture.”

“But then I won’t have an excuse to get a massage from you,” you mumble with your mouth squished into the pillow. He gives you a gentle pinch in reply.

He continues his way down your back, working out the stiff spots on your body. Once he reaches your lower back, he begins rubbing gently. When he presses down onto the base of your spine it sends a shiver down your body.

“Mm, that feels good,” you whisper into the pillow, assuming he wouldn’t hear you. He smiles to himself and repeats the action, drawing a small moan from you. You feel blood rush to your face as your mind wanders to the image of Seungkwan’s long fingers trailing along your skin. You squeeze your legs together the tiniest amount, hoping that it’s not noticeable.

“Do you need me to take care of you?” he asks, voice dipping lowly with a finger tracing down your spine. It’s as if he read your mind — you’re too tired and horny to give up a fight.

“Yes,” you reply too quick. “Please.”

“And I thought you were exhausted,” he says with a hum that feels like a taunt. He reaches around your waist to gently pull your pants and underwear off, and you wiggle your legs around in some effort to help.

“I can see how wet you are from here,” Seungkwan says from his place behind you once you’re undressed. Before you can bring yourself to formulate a response, you feel his index finger slip between your folds to rub up and down.

“Oh,” you gasp softly into the pillow. You actually didn’t realize how turned on you had gotten until he began touching you. Your legs shake a bit at the sudden contact when he adds his middle finger and rubs steadily at your clit. You feel him shift his body so that he’s fully behind you, leaning over and placing a kiss on your back.

“Seungkwan,” you whisper breathily and he cranes his neck to look into your eyes. “Can you kiss me more, please?”

His warm smile contradicts his blown out pupils and lust filled eyes as he continues moving his fingers, moving back to place open-mouth kisses along your skin. His fingers skillfully move to your wet entrance, slowly pushing them both inside you at once.

You whine loudly, practically biting onto the pillow underneath you. He continues moving them inside of you, knowing exactly how hard you want it. Within a minute, his fingers are pushing against the sensitive spot inside your walls. You can’t even bring yourself to form words, feeling overwhelmed between Seungkwan’s mouth on your neck and his fingers deep inside of you. Your hips are practically writhing against the bed, greedy for all the contact you can get.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers into your ear and nips at it gently. He places his thumb on your clit to stimulate it and bring you even closer to your climax. He brings his unoccupied hand to lovingly brush your strands of hair back so he can see your expression. Your eyes open on instinct, and your cunt twitches on its own when you see his face.

“Cum for me, my gorgeous girl,” Seungkwan says lowly, his fingers moving harshly against your sensitive insides and clit. Your legs squeeze together as your body moves on its own accord to reach your desired orgasm. He continues thrusting his fingers quickly until you moan loudly and grab his arm to try to ground yourself against your strong climax. Your pussy tightens around him, and a gush of wetness leaves you as you squirt all over the sheets below you.

“Fuck,” you whine with your face in the pillow as you move your hips and draw out your intense orgasm. His movement finally ceases after you cum, and he pulls his fingers out.

He exhales a breath and gently rolls you over onto your side so he can lay next to you. Your eyes flutter closed as he pecks you on the lips and comfortingly strokes your hair.

“I can’t believe I made you squirt,” he says against your lips and you smile weakly. “You did so well.”

You hum pleasantly, and pull him towards your body as much as you can to wrap around him.

“Now I can sleep,” you whisper, “again.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Small Change

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One, Plus One, Ticket for One, The Wrong One, Number One

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

Saturday. You find it hard to focus on the mountain of work before you as the night before nips at the back of your mind. You haven’t even sorted through the mess of text messages waiting in your phone, the battery icon blinking neglected as you search for an ounce of motivation to start a new day.

Why did last night have to end? You and Jake didn’t play any more MarioKart. You hadn’t managed to catch your breath until well after midnight and you only just dragged yourself out of his dorm before two in the morning. Two!

You feel wild. Like you’re finally living your college life. Not just burying your nose in endless textbooks and dreading your next lecture. But that doesn’t mean that part of it is over. Nope, it’s sitting there staring you in the face, the pile of borrowed library books stacked on your desk and the half-finished notes littered around your laptop.

You grab your mug and peer into the depths, stained with the dregs of your first cup of coffee. You’re half-tempted to go down and indulge in a sugar latte from the Starbucks attached to the next dorm building but you haven’t earned much more than another generic pod from the shared keurig in your kitchen.

You resign yourself to the bland medium roast and emerge into the common space to set the machine to grinding. Your dorm mates are elusive, likely sleeping off their own Friday nights, as the nozzle chokes out a steady brown drip. You add a touch of oat milk and go back to your room, yawning before you take a sip.

Your phone buzzes. You can’t ignore it forever. You’re supposed to meet up with Inez later but you don’t know if you can face everything else. You still can’t believe Jake, but you're not mad at it. He only said what you’re too afraid to. 

And he’s right, you’re just happy he said it all out loud. Professor Rogers was getting a bit too close for comfort. Even if he’s totally oblivious to it, you shouldn’t undersell your feelings. Easier thought than done.

You take your phone and plug it into the charge as the 5% warning chirps. You pause and scroll through your notifications, pulling up Inez’ chat first.

‘Meet me at mine @ 1. Bring snacks.’

You give a short confirmation and flip back to Jake’s chat. A dweeby gif of a cartoon cat waving and wishing you a good morning. He’s such a nerd but it’s so cute.

‘Mornin’ you answer bluntly, not sure how much you should say.

‘How ya feelin, champ? Is the crown heavy?’ He quickly responds and you chuckle.

‘W.e. If I spent all my time playing as an imaginary plumber, I might be just as delusional’

‘O we had some real fun last night ;)’

‘And now back to the real not fun’ you swoop up the camera and take a photo of your desk, sending it off with the message.

‘Boo. Should I bring help? Coffee?’

‘Pls. I can’t have u distractin me’

‘Bc I’m so fuckin’ sexy or because I got the best cuddles’

‘Ew stop’

‘Not wat us said last nite’

‘Got 2 study. U should 2.’ You make yourself key in, ‘txt later’.

You hit back and view the list of unread, Professor Rogers at the very top. You really don’t want to delve into that horror show but you have a meeting with him on Monday and you can’t really walk in with this hanging over you. You push your thumb down and the chat pops up.

Several messages precede Jensen’s brash response. ‘How’s it going?’ ‘Having a fun Friday?’... his usual niceties. But only one comes after.

‘Didn’t mean to overstep. Have a good night’

Should you answer? Reassure him with some lie? Or at least let him down easy? Let him down easy? About what? He’s your professor, not your friend. You close the chat and leave him on read. Let him take a hint.

You take your coffee back to your desk and sit down, chin in your hand as you scroll. An email pops up in the corner of your screen, a red exclamation on the margin denoting an urgent message. The sender both surprises you and doesn’t. Dr. Steve Rogers. It could be for the class.

You click and the wind spans the screen, the subject; ‘Lesson 1 Revisions’

You sigh. You thought that was all figured out. You went over everything, you made the changes, he said it was all good. You were already halfway through planning for your next lesson in Week Three.

‘Due to some recent Council regulation amendments to the curriculum, the introductory lesson for Winter term’s ‘Classic to Contemporary Literature’ must be revised to meet the new standards set by the Dean’s Office. See attached the most recent council legislative review and let me know if you have any questions.

My recommendation would be to postpone the completed lesson for Week 3 and design a new lesson to meet the requisites for Week 1. I am open to discussion. Understanding that these are last-minute and unexpected changes, I am open to meeting Sunday for office hours if necessary.

Please let me know if I can assist further and if you would like to meet.

Dr. Rogers’

You sigh and turn your head down, tempted to slam the laptop closed. You don’t have time for this. You have finals, you have papers, and now all the work you’ve done is essentially wasted. It seems almost too convenient that this has to happen now, of all times.

And Dr. Rogers… that sign-off? You lift your head and scroll back to the last email he sent to the class about the exam. At the very bottom you hover your cursor over ‘Professor R.’ Why is he suddenly getting so formal about this? Dr. Rogers, you scoff and roll your eyes. 

Well, you can’t blame him for the council amendments. That’s just an unfortunate inconvenience, still his timing is a bit strange. He could wait until you meet on Monday when you’re not piled high with studying. 

You rub your forehead and go back to his email. You sit up and type your response.

‘Thank you for letting me known, Dr. Rogers. We can discuss this on Monday at our previously arranged time.’

You hit send and exit out of the window. You have the holiday break to figure out second semester. Right now, you need to finish this stupid paper about Interwar Bavaria for Professor Laufeyson.

[trixie-troubleby]

Are you still taking prompts? If so, consider: Sportacus needs to get up to his ship, but for plot reasons, the ladder isn't available/working. The solution? Clearly, Robbie must fire him out of a cannon.

Hi yes sorry, yeah! I’m always taking fic requests. This was pretty fun!!! Thanks for sending the request in, I hope you like it!

It had been Trixie’s idea. And well, it wasn’t a great idea per se but the kids all agreed it was and Sportacus had figured out that if they put their minds to some it was easier not to disagree.

Which meant oddly enough, Robbie was the voice of reason.

“You want what?” Robbie demanded through the speakers by his door.

“Please Robbie! Sportacus can’t get back home.” Ziggy whined.

“We just need to borrow your cannon for like twenty minutes!” Pixel added.

“And we’ll take real good care of it!” Stephanie said brightly.

“I– oh my god.” Robbie groaned. “I’ll be right up.”

“With the cannon?” Stingy asked.

“No, not with the–“ Robbie exclaimed. “You f–“

“Language, please.” Sportacus sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Language, please.” Robbie mocked. Moments later he appeared from the pipe down to his lair. “I’m not letting you shoot Sportaloon out of a cannon.” He said as soon as his feet touched the ground. The kids booed him.

“You try to shoot him out of a cannon all the time!” Trixie complained.

“Yeah and it’s not like it’ll hurt Sportacus! He’s a super hero!” Ziggy insisted.

Sportacus cringed slightly. “Slightly above average–“ He murmured under his breath. Robbie caught his eye. The villain looked somewhat smug.

“You just don’t wanna help!” Stephanie huffed.

Robbie examined his nails. “Listen kid, if he can’t get into his ship then that means we’re stuck with him and that’s the last thing I want. But I’m not gonna let a buncha eight year olds loose on the town with a cannon.”

“We’re not all eight!” Stephanie glared at him.

Robbie pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “I’m done arguing with children.” He looked up to Sportacus. “You.” He pointed. “Do you really want me to shoot you from a cannon?”

Sportacus hesitated, feeling the eyes of the kids on him. “Do you have any other ideas?” He finally asked. The kids all booed.

“C’mon, I’ve got an industrial grade platform lift.” Robbie nodded. The kids furrowed their brows as they tried to figure out what that was. Sportacus knew what it was but couldn’t think of how to describe it.

Robbie sighed. “It’s a machine that stretches up while holding a platform.” Robbie responded. “C’mon.”

They got the platform out of Robbie’s shed, driving it through the town until finally the got to the place where Sportacus called his airship to. With the airship’s platform lowered as far as it could go, Sportacus stepped onto Robbie’s machine. He looked hesitantly at the controls, then looked down at Robbie pleadingly.

Robbie groaned. He climbed onto the platform and pulled the lever that it made it start rising. It was slow going. Robbie didn’t look at him.

“Thank you for helping me today.” Sportacus smiled slightly.

Robbie shrugged. “Whatever.” He examined his nails closely. “I had the feeling they wouldn’t leave me alone until I did.”

Sportacus snorted. “You know they like you, Robbie. They look up to you in certain ways.”

“They… look up to me?” Robbie blinked at the hero.

“Your… ingenuity, creativity, things like that.” Sportacus nodded.

“Huh.” Robbie hummed.

They approached the airship without another word passed between them. As the platform lift reached its max height, Sportacus leapt onto the railing and jumped up to his ship. He waved to Robbie and the kids as he disappeared into the ship.

Robbie stared at the ship for a moment too long after Sportacus was gone. “Thanks.” He mumbled at the ship before he finally started the descent back down.

[neontokyoo]

*Slides in* so. You asked for something. (I have a female reader in mind, feel free to do write however you want.)

Imagine for whatever reason, Tav/Durge/reader is turned tiny- a chibi version of her, if you will.

How would the party carry you around? What would she wear? What if they engage in a fight? What if we include Gortash in this

I suppose Gale would put her inside a floating resilience sphere (with Boo for her protection, of course.)

Imagine trying to wrap a piece of cloth around yourself for cover; huffing and puffing due to all the effort it takes and suddenly someone Astarion pinches pinches those smol, mochi buttcheeks.

Or pushing ink, paper, books and other things around on the desk as Enver writes down his plans for leading the world to a catastrophe.

Shadowheart is not above forcing her to do a fashion show with whatever she uses as dress and clothing on her.

I'm sorry this is basically brain vomit. Doesn't stop me from sending other shit in the future tho

Sorry for the wait, I’ve been really busy this week because my husband and I are expecting to have twins really soon so I haven’t really been writing a whole lot and most of my asks are either queued or in my drafts. This was made like last minute so I hope it’s alright lol

Pairing: Fem!Durge!Tav x party (with Astarion as a love interest, I’m assuming?) ft. Gortash Genre: fluff Summary: ⬆️ Warnings: sexual themes/references to sex.

Basic Headcanons:

If Tav was tiny, I would believe that everyone has a different way to carry her.

Gale would keep her in the pocket of his robes.

Karlach and Wyll would probably carry her on their heads and just let her hold on to their horns if she needs to.

Lae’zel, Shadowheart, Minthara, Jaheira and Astarion would probably just carry her on their shoulders.

The animals, such as the owlbear cub, Scratch, and maybe even Halsin would just let her ride of either their backs or their heads.

Assuming that she’s no smaller than a hamster, Minsc and Boo would probably just let her chill in Boo’s little hamster ball until she’s needed in combat.

If we include Gortash in this, I feel like he’d just be fighting everyone over Tav all the time considering their past relationship. I mean, he’d probably love to have a pocket-sized ex, honestly. He’d just carry her around everywhere and never have to worry about anyone taking her because she’s buried and well-hidden in his pocket.

But assuming that her love interest is Astarion, it’s always an ongoing battle between her current lover and her ex-lover. She’s always being passed around between the two and fought over.

Gale likes to put her and boo inside of a floating resilience sphere and just carry her around like that.

Despite being small, she’s still pretty powerful in combat. Especially being the Dark Urge. Don’t let her looks fool you, because she’s equally as aggressive as she used to be when she was bigger.

An actual story now

Being small wasn’t the easiest. It was fun sometimes, but never easy. Especially when it comes to clothing and getting certain people’s attention.

Usually Tav’s party is able to loot the armor and clothing from their enemies after a battle, which Astarion and Shadowheart cut up and use to make armor and clothing that are small enough fit her. But there are some days where she has to figure it out herself and wrap scraps of fur, wool, or fabric around herself. But that doesn’t ever work because every time she tries to cover herself up, Astarion always ends up ripping it off, being the mildly perverted lover he is.

Of course, they can’t have sex anymore because of how small she is now, but that doesn’t mean he can’t admire her tiny little body. Right?

It was very rare for her to make DIY clothing, however, because Shadowheart was always coming up with something to dress her up in, with the help of Astarion. She’d often make Tav do little fashion shows for the clothing she and astarion made for Tav.

But when Tav isn’t with her friends, she’s usually off trying to annoy her ex-boyfriend or feeding her urges. Which is almost equally as frustrating as trying to cover herself up without having Astarion destroy everything.

She usually finds a way to climb on top of Enver’s desk. But it doesn’t usually do anything because he’s always hyper focused on terrorizing the world. She usually has to shove everything off of his desk for him to notice she’s there. But when he does notice her, she’s never able to annoy him like she wanted to. Instead he ends up being the annoying one.

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here’s my May 2023 fic rec! So many great fics, organized by word count. Enjoy!!!

Stranger Stars by shaylea (212k)

Five years ago, Africa offered a grieving Louis Tomlinson an escape from an England he couldn't tolerate. Now it's become home as he leads overland tours across the continent with his best friend and driver Zayn Malik. What's meant to be just another ordinary six-week trip from Cape Town to Nairobi turns into anything but, when future lawyer/current photographer and songwriter Harry Styles and his friends join Louis' latest set of passengers.

Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo / @crinkle-eyed-boo (144k)

“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists. “Why do you say that?” James asks. “These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs. Something sparks in James’ eyes. “And you’re not?”

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

Run Away Home by hattalove / @hattalove (106k)

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

Love of My Life by likelarry / @likelarryfics (80k)

Harry is 36 and recently divorced after he's finally come to terms with his sexuality.

Louis is the 28 year old who helps him find his way and is everything Harry has ever dreamt of.

The one where Harry struggles to really accept who he is and Louis is there every step of the way.

And I’m Weeping Warm Honey and Milk (That You Stay Surrounding Me) by  fangirlflailings (78k)

Louis is a first-year medical student, still a little tender as he recovers from a personal trauma. Harry works, amongst other things, as a professional cuddler, though he comes with baggage of his own. They don’t mean it to, but the intimacy that blooms between them quietly changes them both.

Your Memory Over Me by shimmeringevil / @shimmeringevil (64k)

Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.

Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.

It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.

He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.

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OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

You Taught Me How To Love (You Taught Me How To Stop) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (50k)

"I was always better at hand to hand than you," Harry growls, even as he leans his weight into the blade. It's small, sharp, has a handle of gold roses.

"I don't know about that." Louis moves his arm forward, makes the presence of the barrel of the gun fit snugly to Harry's hip. "I think we just play differently."

"You going to shoot me?" Harry asks, those wild eyes tracking over Louis' face. "Do it."

"I think I've put enough scars on you," Louis answers, means it about the stretch marks still lining the sides of Harry's stomach, but it lands a little too raw. There are other scars on Harry's body that Louis blames himself for, scars inside too.

[beedlemania]

I’m in a micky mood and thinking maybe micky regresses to about 10 years old sometimes, he doesn’t really understand it or ever know that he does, sometimes he just gets really hyper and kiddo-like and he plays with davy and peter and just basically turns into a little kid with a sugar high. like when they go to the toy store in the christmas episode and he starts jumping up and down and getting so excited.

So mike often has three kiddos to watch over, but micky does kind of settle into himself and finds ways to stop regressing a lot. He usually only regresses when he’s stressed (he feels small, so he’s less of an excited and hyper child, more just timid and he stops talking and gets a bit clingy. sometimes he feels like this when he’s trying to sort out things with his mom, who’s getting older and still working through stuff after micky’s dad’s death) or when he’s like WICKED hyper and just turns into a crazy giggly bouncy kid (except he’s adult-sized so he often causes a lot of chaos and breaks things, and mike has to put a stop to it before he hurts himself or another person.)

Okay that’ll be my rant about micky because all of the monkees are so little and small to me, I keep making them littler and smaller.

Mike always wonders how Mickys so good at looking after Davy and Peter and chalks it up to him having siblings but really, Mickys a kid himself. He regresses to the perfect age to cause… so much mischief. Davy just acts a bit bratty or will accidentally knock something over but Mickys out blowing stuff up with his chemistry set (which does say 11+ so maybe it’s not really his fault).

Usually his regression is a conscious decision and he can kinda have control over when it happens. But sometimes it can’t be helped but the guys are well able to accommodate for surprise regression by this point. Micky’s mam is also very used to it because it’s something Micky always slipped into all through his teenage years as well (which is why she doesn’t find it weird when she meets Davy).

Micky takes his older brother role very seriously and when he and Davy are regressed it’s kind of like the blind leading the blind. Micky once set fire to the curtains and he told Davy to “quick get water!” And Davy toddled over to the kitchen (no running in the house) and carefully placed his step stool in front of the press to grab a cup, held it with both hands going over to the sink, filled it carefully, then shuffled back to Micky. Needless to say, there’s a reason they don’t have curtains covering the bay-window anymore.

Sometimes Micky doesn’t grasp the concept of what’s too much for a younger kid so when he’s regressed he’ll tell Davy and Peter a horror story for bedtime and Micky’s super into it and yelling “BOO” and grabbing their legs throughout it because he thinks its awesome and great, meanwhile Davy and Peter are clinging to each other like D:

Mikes biggest fear is sending two of them off to do something together when they’re both regressed so it’s not unusual to see Micky and Davy walking around holding hands. Mike gave them both the top secret job of taking care of each other so they’re both trying their hardest to stick together and stop each other from getting in trouble. BUT little kids are very susceptible to mischief when their big brother suggests it.