#{hi there! i've never done a starter before so i hope this is okay!}

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔙𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱

Mike munroe x male reader

A request that I received from a really nice person here on tumblr: a small idea I liked for a fic if you like the idea as well. Nothing too big, just a fic about Reader and Chris being brothers and constantly nagging each other about their crushes on Ashley and Mike.

I expanded the request a bit, sorry if I went overboard with it. Hope you enjoyed it.

Tags: set before the event of the game. Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Chris and the reader are brothers. Some very quick shifts of pov between characters. Jealousy. Mike and Jess/ Emily are not together in this. Friends to lovers. Mike is a flirt.

Words count: 4000

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥

𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢'𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪

𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥 Part 2 of it

For anyone interested, I took inspiration from this clue that you can find while playing as Chris.

The music thumps in the background, a mix of bass-heavy beats and voices blending into a dull roar. You and Chris sit at a small, round table near the back, well out of the action but with a good view of everyone mingling.

"So," Chris says, taking a long, dramatic sip. "You actually spent the whole night staring at Mike. Dude, seriously, you're lucky your eyes didn't burn a hole in the back of his head."

You scoff, leaning back in your chair with a mock sigh. "Like you're any better. When are you actually gonna talk to Ashley? She's cool, she's cute, she's well, out of your league but hey, a guy can dream.”

"Hey, I do talk to her," Chris retorts, feigning offense.

"Uh-huh," you say, raising an eyebrow. "It’s a lot if you can manage to squeak out a sentence before turning red.”

Chris chuckles, crossing his arms. "Fine. Why don't you go up to Mike and tell him what you think? 'Hey, by the way, I've been thinking about how perfect your jawline is all night!’ I'm sure that'll go over great." He did a horrible interpretation of your voice to mock you even further.

You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks flush just a bit. "First of all, I would never phrase it like that. And second, at least I actually know things about him beyond his favorite book."

"Oh, really? Let's see who knows more about their crush. No cheating. No wimping out. Winner gets bragging rights." Chris leans forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Bragging rights? How about you admit I'm objectively hotter than you when I win?" you echoed, folding your arms.

"Sure. Whatever fantasy helps you sleep at night," Chris said, grinning as he dramatically cracked his knuckles. “I'll go first since I know you're just dying to hear all the juicy Ashley knowledge."

You chuckle. "Go with your in-depth research, Sherlock."

Chris clears his throat, sitting up straighter. "Fine. For starters, her favorite color is purple."

You make a face, unimpressed. "That's it? You think knowing her favorite color makes you the expert here?"

"Let me finish, smartass. She loves thriller movies. She also has this little habit of chewing on her nails when she's nervous."

You raise an eyebrow, genuinely impressed but unwilling to give him the satisfaction. "Okay, okay, not bad. But that's kid stuff. Let me show you how it's done."

Chris rolls his eyes, clearly not expecting much. "Alright, hotshot. Give me your best Mike trivia."

You sit forward, lowering your voice like you're letting him in on a secret. You have always been good at noticing things. Maybe it was a result of growing up with Chris and when it came to Mike Munroe, your crush, the small things were more than just interesting, they were revealing.

For one, every morning, without fail, he was up before the sun. He’d go for a quick run to stay in shape. You’d always catch glimpses of him at college heading back to his room in a tank top, earbuds in, eyes focused ahead and glimpses of sweat on his forehead.

He had this tough, confident exterior. He wasn’t loud like some of the others in the group. He had a way of using humor to deflect, to keep people from getting too close. You saw it when he’d brush off any talk about specific topics.

And then there were his tastes.

He likes his coffee black. Pretends it's macho. He had a surprising amount of nostalgia in his preferences. You couldn’t forget the time you’ve talked together casually on the lodge, his face lighting up as he talked about his love for old action movies.

Chris raises an eyebrow. "Alright. Maybe you’re better equipped than me. But, let's be real, you wouldn't even know where to start."

"Better than starting with nothing," you counter. "Besides, I could charm him if I wanted to."

Chris raises an eyebrow. "What would you even say?"

You grin, leaning in like you're revealing a grand plan. "I'd just walk up and ask him about his football season. Mention that time he scored the winning touchdown. You instead are hopeless"

Chris nods, pretending to take you seriously. "Oh, sure, because that'll definitely make him swoon. Hopeless? Me?" Chris laughs, leaning back with a smirk. "At least I don't have to worry about being mistaken for a stalker."

You both burst into laughter. For all the banter, you know neither of you would really judge the other for these harmless crushes. It's what makes the night so much fun.

From across the room, you caught sight of Ashley standing awkwardly near a table stacked with half-empty snack bowls and crumpled napkins. She shifted from foot to foot, clearly trying to blend into the background.

"Hey, Romeo. This is your chance," you said, leaning closer and nudging Chris with your elbow.

Chris snapped out of his trance, his head swiveling toward Ashley. His brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in amusement before settling back into a more thoughtful expression.

Chris groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "What am I supposed to do? Walk up and make everything even more embarrassing?"

"News flash: she knows you're a loser," but she clearly likes you anyway. Stop overthinking it. Just go talk to her. Be romantic for once. She loves that whole 'awkward and sincere' thing you've got going on."

"First of all," Chris said, pointing a finger at you, "I'm not awkward. I'm, uh, charmingly self-aware. Second, what if I say something dumb? Or worse, nothing at all? I can't just walk up to her and-"

"You're a coward," you interrupted, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

"Yep," he said, popping the "p" and lifting his cup in mock toast.

You were scanning the room until your gaze landed on Mike Munroe.

He was leaning casually against the wall, drink in hand, chatting with a girl you vaguely recognized from English class. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, tailored in all the right places, the dark fabric catching the light just enough to highlight his athletic build. The black foulard tied loosely around his neck was an elegant touch, a little different from the usual bow ties and neckties most guys wore. His hair was perfectly tousled, like he hadn't even tried but still managed to look effortlessly handsome.

You felt your chest tighten. For a moment, your imagination betrayed you, painting a picture of Mike turning toward you, smiling like he did when he told one of his dumb jokes when he got elected class president. You could almost hear his laugh, warm and inviting, as if it were just for you. But reality snapped back into focus when the girl he was talking to leaned closer.

"Mike would never look twice at me like that." You mumble more to yourself without thinking, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.

Chris, placed a hand on your shoulder. His touch was light but reassuring. "Don't do that to yourself. You're a catch. If Mike doesn't see that, he's an idiot."

You looked up at him, grateful but unconvinced. Chris stood up, brushing imaginary lint off his jacket. "I'm getting us drinks. Let's make it through the rest of this night together, yeah?"

You nodded, watching as he made his way to the bar. You glance around, your gaze landing once more on Ashley and an idea strikes you. Chris is now far away from your position. It’s your chance to do something.

You stride over to her, flashing a friendly smile, keeping your movements casual so you wouldn't startle her. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed you, but she relaxed as you softly took her arm.

"Hey," you said, grinning playfully as you gently guided her away from the corner.

Ashley laughed, the sound light and genuine. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement but no resistance as you led her toward your table.

"Come on, you can't let Chris and I have all the fun sitting in the corner judging everyone." you replied, glancing over your shoulder with a mock-serious expression.

"That's what you two have been doing all night? Very productive." She scanned the place as you reached the table and she managed to spot Chris at the bar, meticulously mixing something with an unusual level of focus. But then her gaze shifted, catching Mike watching the two of you.

Jaw set, lips pressed into a firm line, eyes tracked the way you gently tugged Ashley along. His gaze lingered on your hand before flicking back up to your face. Lips pressed together in a faint, almost imperceptible scowl, as though something about the sight of the two of you together unsettled him. There was a slight tension in his posture, the way his shoulders seemed just a bit too stiff for someone casually enjoying a party.

Chris returned with two drinks in hand. "Okay, I've done it," he announced dramatically. "The ultimate drink. If you don't like it, I'm never speaking to you ag-" He cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw Ashley sitting at the table, smiling up at him.

"I... uh..." Chris stammered, turning an impressive shade of pink.

"You made this for me?” Ashley asked sweetly, taking the drink from his hand before he could respond. “Thank you, Mr. Bartender."

Chris blinks and he lets out a nervous laugh, giving you a quick glare as he hands the drink to Ashley.

She giggles, taking a sip and you watch as Chris visibly relaxes. They share a smile and there's a warm, unspoken understanding between them, a quiet moment that you can't help but feel a bit envious of.

The music shifts, slowing into a softer, more romantic melody. Couples move onto the dance floor, swaying together in a slow embrace. Ashley’s eyes light up as she turns to Chris, her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy tint from the slight inebriation she feels. "Come on, Chris," she says, tugging at his hand. "Want to go there for a bit?"

Chris's eyes dart to you, searching your face for reassurance, his expression almost apologetic. He's asking, without words, if you'll be okay.

You manage a smile, giving him a nod.

Chris lets out a laugh, his tension melting away as he lets Ashley pull him onto the dance floor. They disappear into the crowd, leaving you alone at the table. You watch them go, feeling a bittersweet pang in your chest as you take in the sight of them together, laughing and smiling, fitting together so effortlessly. Chris fumbling his way through the first few steps before finding his rhythm.

They looked so happy.

And you were here instead, alone at the table, your thoughts inevitably drifting back to Mike.

Chris feels his heart race as he stands on the dance floor, his hands resting lightly on Ashley's waist, her arms draped over his shoulders as they sway to the gentle rhythm of the music. Her gaze meets his every so often, a smile warm and genuine, making him feel like the only person in the room.

"I didn't know you had these moves." she teases, her eyes twinkling.

Chris chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, trust me, I don't. I'm just doing my best not to crush your toes."

Ashley laughs, her grip tightening on his shoulders as she rolls her eyes. "You're doing just fine. I don't mind if you, you know, relax a little."

"Relax? Yeah, I can... I can do that," he says, voice faltering as he tries to ease into the rhythm, matching her movements as the song continues.

His focus wavers after a while, gaze drifting over her shoulder as he catches sight of his brother sitting across the room at one of the tables with Matt nearby.

There's something off about the way you're holding yourself. You're smiling, sure, even laughing at something Matt is saying, but Chris can tell that the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. It's the kind of forced expression he's seen on you before, usually when you're trying to act like everything's fine when it really isn't.

Matt, on the other hand, seems entirely oblivious, leaning in a bit too close, his face lit up with that typical over-eager grin. He's almost leaning into your personal space as he chats away, looking way too thrilled to have your undivided attention, his eyes never leaving yours. The proximity feels a bit too familiar, too comfortable, with his arm casually resting on the back of your chair.

Chris feels a pang of protectiveness twist in his gut. He glances around the room, half-expecting Emily to appear and pull Matt back to the dance floor, but there's no sign of her. Instead, he spots her on the far side of the room, tipsy and laughing as she spins around with some stranger she's apparently mistaken for Matt. She's caught up in the music, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend is practically glued to your side.

Ashley notices his distraction, her gaze softening as she studies him. "Chris?" she asks, her voice gentle, bringing him back to the moment. "Is everything okay?"

He blinks, snapping his attention back to her, guilt creeping in as he realizes he's been distracted. "Yeah, yeah, sorry," he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just... got a lot on my mind."

Ashley smiles, tilting her head as she searches his face. "You sure? You can tell me, you know."

Chris hesitates, glancing around the room one more time. His gaze lands on Mike, who's slow-dancing with the girl in glittering dress. She's leaning against him, her head resting on his chest, but Mike's attention isn't on her.

His eyes are locked in your direction, his brow furrowed and his jaw set in a subtle scowl that's hard to miss. There's a tension in his gaze as he watches you and Matt together. There's a faint scowl tugging at his mouth, a subtle clenching of his jaw that makes it look like he's holding back the urge to step in but doesn't quite know how to act on it. His brows are drawn together and his eyes flick between you and Matt with a guarded intensity.

Chris frowns, glancing back at you. It's clear now that something is brewing beneath the surface, something he doesn't fully understand but can sense all the same. He looks down at Ashley, his expression softening as he makes up his mind.

"Hey, Ash?" he asks quietly, feeling a bit awkward but determined. "Would you mind helping me out with something real quick? I, uh... I owe someone a favor.”

You were mid-laugh at something Matt had said about his latest sports practice when a shadow loomed over the table. You looked up to find Mike standing there, holding his drink loosely in one hand and the other casually tucked in his pocket.

"Hey, Matt," Mike said, his tone light but carrying a subtle edge like he's asking for a favor he already expects to be granted. "Mind if I steal him for a bit?"

Matt's smile falters, and he glances at you, a bit reluctant, as if he doesn't quite want to let go of the moment he's carved out. "Uh... well, we were just-"

"Looks like Emily's about to make out with that guy," Mike interrupted, tilting his head toward the dance floor. "You might wanna handle that before it gets messy."

Matt whipped his head around, his face paling slightly as he spotted Emily drunkenly giggling and leaning far too close to the stranger. "Shit," he muttered, scrambling to his feet. "I'll, uh, catch you later." he says to you, giving you a quick nod before he disappears into the crowd.

"Yeah, sure," Mike said smoothly, his smirk widening as Matt hurried off. You glance back at him just in time to catch a wicked grin flash across his face as he watches Matt weave his way toward Emily.

He turns back to you and without a moment's hesitation, he slides into Matt's now-empty chair, shifting it even closer to yours with an obnoxiously loud scrap of wood against the floor. He dropped into the seat with a satisfied sigh. His arm resting along the back of your chair but soon sliding fully around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

The warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne, earthy with a hint of spice, made your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. From this close, you could see every detail of his face: the light beard perfectly trimmed along his jaw, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the infuriatingly perfect way his smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. He was leaning into his persona, that cocky, playful charm cranked up to eleven and it was doing things to your brain you weren't sure you were ready to admit.

"Well, this is cozy," Mike said, his voice low and smooth. "Didn't think Matt was ever gonna leave. Guy's got some stamina for talking, huh?"

You blinked, struggling to form words. "Uh, yeah. He's chatty"

Mike chuckled, the sound warm and teasing "Chatty? That's the nicest way to put it. Bet he's been boring you to death, huh?"

"Not entirely," you said, though your voice was far too shaky to be convincing. "He's enthusiastic."

Mike raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. "You're too nice, you know that? If I had to sit through more than five minutes of that guy's rambling, I'd be asleep in my chair."

You laughed, though it came out a little too breathy. "Maybe I'm just better at pretending to be interested."

"Pretending, huh?" Mike's smirk widened. "So, what about me? Are you pretending to enjoy this little moment we're having?"

Your brain short-circuited. "I... I mean, no. I-uh... you're not boring. Definitely not boring."

"Good to know," Mike said, his voice dipping slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer. "I'd hate to think I was putting you to sleep."

"You're not," you managed to say, your face burning.

Mike grinned, clearly reveling in your flustered state. "You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?"

“I’m not nervous,” you said quickly, though your gaze flickered away from his, betraying you.

“Sure you’re not,” Mike murmured, his fingers brushing just a little too close against your shoulder, the touch lingering for a beat longer than necessary. “What were you and Matt talking about? You looked a little bored." His tone was smooth but there was a faint edge to it now, like he was testing the air.

You noticed the subtle shift in his expression. His jaw tightening just slightly, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second as if he didn’t quite like the idea of you and Matt sharing a private moment.

You shrugged, trying to sound casual. "Just sport stuff and his latest victory for his team. He was just being friendly,” you added, trying to sound indifferent.

You didn’t miss the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flickered just briefly toward the ground before locking onto yours again.

Mike’s lips quirked into a knowing smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, he looked real friendly.” The smirk that followed didn’t help, pulling at the corner of his mouth as if he was more amused than you thought he should be.

You raised an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

For a moment, Mike just stared at you, his expression unreadable. “Nothing,” he said too quickly, the innocence in his voice so forced that you could almost feel the tension cracking around him. The grin stretched wider, like a challenge. “Just saying, if I didn’t know better, I’d think Matt was hitting on you.”

Your breath caught in your throat and a flush of heat spread across your cheeks. You tried to play it off, but there was no denying the way your heart stuttered in your chest. “He wasn’t,” you said quickly, your voice coming out a little more defensively than you intended.

"Either way. Figured I'd come over and I don't know... make the night more interesting for you. Prom only happens once, right? Gotta make the most of it. Besides—” His voice softens, his gaze locking onto yours with a sincerity that takes you off guard. "—I've been waiting for an excuse to spend some time with you."

You swallow, feeling the heat rise to your face as his words sink in. "You have?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a slow, deliberate motion. "I mean, I could've come over sooner but you were busy with your brother. Then you were with Matt and I figured, maybe it's time I got a little selfish."

The intensity in his gaze makes it hard to breathe and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, caught between disbelief and exhilaration. "I... didn't think you noticed me like that," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mike's grin softens, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently rest on your waist, pulling you even closer. "I notice a lot more than you think," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Like how you always look away when you think I'm watching, or how you get that little crease in your forehead when you're trying not to smile too much."

Mike makes a silent note to himself to later thank Chris for the insights he’d shared minutes ago.

You laugh, feeling both embarrassed and overjoyed. "Okay, now you're just showing off."

He chuckles, his arm tightening around your waist as he dips his head a bit closer, his voice a soft murmur. "Can't help it. You’ve got me so close to losing it and you don’t even realize it." His fingers press gently into your side.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with a tenderness that surprises you. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, a vulnerability that makes your heart race. “Let me be the happiest guy in this place tonight.”

You feel your pulse race at the invitation, your mind whirling with both excitement and uncertainty. "What about that girl you were with?" you ask, your voice quiet and hesitant, unable to stop yourself from wondering.

Mike's smirk returns, his hold on your waist tightening slightly as he leans in, his voice a soft, almost possessive murmur. "She's not you. You’re the only one I can’t get out of my head.” His voice is rough, coated in something darker.

You meet his gaze, feeling your breath hitch as you search his face, trying to process the weight of his words.

He takes his chance to lean in, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that leaves your heart racing. His lips crashing into yours with a desperate urgency that leaves you reeling. His hand slides around your waist, fingers tightening as he pulls you against him. The heat of his body sears through your clothes, and his thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your cheek, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, that familiar cocky edge in his eyes. His eyes burn with that familiar, dangerous gleam-a challenge, a promise. His breath is ragged, as if he's barely holding back.

"Still up for that dance? Because I've got this new boyfriend I'd really like to show off." he whispers, his voice low and teasing. His breath brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks at you with that trademark mischievous grin, the one that could melt anyone’s defenses.

A rush of warmth floods your chest at his words, a mixture of giddiness and disbelief. Your heart skips, caught between the sweetness of the moment and the thrill of his presence. The corners of your mouth twitch up as you meet his gaze, and though you can barely keep your composure, you nod.

Mike's grin widens and as he takes your hand, guiding you to the dance floor, you feel as if you're floating, lost in the warmth of his gaze and the excitement of being his.

Note: if you liked this, please leave a comment. I love reading them <3

[snshineandgnpwdr]

bluff

- Mitch x ofc!Dallie

- 650ish words

-Set sometime before s1. Some use of curse words. Dallie is a tall plus size woman, you decide what that looks like for you. Picks up where what are the odds? left off but you don't have to read that to read this.

Mitch is aware of Babe watching him, can feel the old man's eyes boring into his back and he subtly shifts his weight to block his view of Dallie and her folder full of bad news.

Because Mitch is also pretty fucking sure what happens in Vegas is damn well supposed to stay in Vegas. Not stroll into his bar three years later talking shit and waving around a goddamn marriage license.

"What is it exactly you think we need to talk about, sugar?" He asks, closing the folder and giving it a push back across the bar to her.

She stares at him like he's lost his ever loving mind and maybe he has. He knows he should agree to whatever she wants and be shut of it, but he's feeling ornery about her just strolling in his bar acting like there wasn't a point in time, even if it was only a few days, where she was really interested in this washed up cowboy.

"This dissolution of this sham of a union for starters?" She questions, tucking the folder back in her designer bag that he'd bet costs more than the bar rakes in on a good night.

"It should only take a couple days. I'd compensate you for your time and pay for your flights to Nevada and back home as well. Now that I've finally located you, I'd just like to put this behind me, ya know? No offense to you, of course," she smiles up at him. "I just don't think either of us expected to have to deal with this?"

But the thing is, maybe he's not completely surprised by the news. Maybe there's a possibility he'd found a cheap gold band rolling around in the bottom of his duffle when he'd gotten back to Oklahoma but he had his pops to deal with and even though she'd definitely made one hell of an impression, he'd never even gotten her last name so it wasn't like he knew how to find her and he kinda just pushed the whole thing to the back of his mind.

And yeah, okay, maybe he had snuck out of the hotel room while she was still sleeping so it's definitely his fault they're in this predicament, he'll admit that much but if he'd stayed any longer he was pretty sure he never would've made it back to Oklahoma. He would've just followed her right on to Reno like some lost fucking puppy and fully integrated himself into her life. And despite the fact that she seemed to really enjoy his company, he didn't exactly get the impression she was looking to shackle herself to a fresh out of prison, no prospects, down on his luck cowboy.

But now that she's here? And he's made a tiny little bit of something of himself? Well, hell, he doesn't have to make it easy on her to just wipe her hands of him does he?

"I appreciate that, honey, I really do," he drawls, propping his arms on the bar top and leaning in close. "But I could pay my own way. If I was going, that is."

"If?" she splutters, her eyes going wide in shock before she narrows them at him in irritation. "What do you mean, if you were going??"

"I got the bar to run for one, and I got my pops to take care of for another," Mitch smirks, pointing his thumb over his shoulder in Babe's general direction. "I can't just up and run off to Vegas for a couple days."

"I know you think you're being real cute here," Dallie sighs dramatically. "But the jokes on you, cowboy. I don't have anywhere to be and nothing more pressing to do than get this taken care of so I hope like hell you've got a guest room where ever you call home because I'm not going anywhere until this is done and over with."

[inspirationalucky]

🦈 EPIC: The Musical: Act One, The Ocean Saga sentence starters. Going by the exact lyrics except for a few lines here and there, but definitely go ahead and change things to fit your muse's situation<3

Storm

"Is it nature or divine or a blessing in disguise?"

"This storm's our final fight."

"There's no time to die."

"Brace for a storm, the likes of which we've never seen before."

"With home so close, we must keep pushing forward!"

"Have them follow my ship, I'll ensure that we prevail."

"We're taking too much damage to survive!"

"We'll beat this storm!"

"What do you have in mind?"

"We're gonna shoot for the sky."

Luck Runs Out

"Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do."

"You've heard the legends, this proves they're true!"

"I'm gonna climb to the top and ask 'em for a hand."

"You could be caught off guard and lose your life."

"Don't forget how dangerous the gods are!"

"Have faith, friend, we've come this far!"

"How much longer 'til your luck runs out?"

"You rely on wit, and people die on it."

"I still believe in goodness. I still believe that we could be kind."

"What will we do when it tears us apart?"

"Where is this coming from?"

"I just don't wanna see another life end."

"And suddenly, you doubt that I could figure this out?"

"How much longer 'til your great days cease?"

"How much longer 'til your strength takes leave?"

"I understand that we're tired, I understand that we're fazed, but don't forget how much we've already faced."

"I took 600 men to war and not one of them died there, in case you needed a reminder."

"If you'd like to speak more, let me pull you aside then. I need to talk to you in private."

"I can't have you planting seeds of doubt."

"I need you to always be devout and comply with this or we'll all die in this. Okay?"

Keep Your Friends Close

"Out path to home is blocked by an impenetrable storm."

"Let's play a game!"

"And if you win, you will get what you're yearning."

"All you gotta do is not open this bag."

"Sounds too easy. What's the catch?"

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, never really know who you can trust."

"Sometimes killing is a must."

"'Cause the end always justifies the means."

"Friends turn to foes in rivalries."

"I can't wait to make some new memories."

"Time for me to be the father I never was."

"Why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy?"

"I keep on trying to embrace you both, why won't you let me?"

"So much has changed but I'm the same."

"If I had to guess? You're headed for the Land of the Giants."

"ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA! Do you know who I am?"

Ruthlessness

"In all my years of living it isn't very often that I get pissed off."

"I try to chill with the waves but damn, you've crossed the line."

"I've been so gracious and yet, you hurt this son of mine!"

"I'm left without a choice and without a doubt."

"Guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now!"

"I've gotta make you bleed, I need to see you drown."

"But before you go, I need to make you learn how ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves."

"You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great."

"A Greek who reeks of false righteousness, that's what I hate!"

"You fight to save lives, but won't kill and don't get the job done."

"I mean, you totally could've avoided all this had you just killed my son. But no!"

"You are far too nice, mercy has a price!"

"You reveal your name, then you let him live?"

"Unlike you I've got no mercy left to give."

"Today you die. Unless, of course, you apologize."

"We took no pleasure in his pain, we only wanted to escape."

"The line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible."

"Close your heart, the world is dark, and ruthlessness is mercy."

"Forty-three left under your command."

"I am your darkest moment, the monster that always draws near."

"Any last words?"

"Remember me."

[usertiff]

sentence starters: across the universe

a part i gift to @tragedynoir for the 2024 gift exchange <3

i chose this movie for sentence starters, because i liked the vibes of it based off of your sun anke character, as well as her friend played by ashley moore! i obviously don't know the muses well, and the description was somewhat vague, buuuut... between her struggling with her sense of self, her dog-eat-dog mentality, her being an artist, seeking validation/etc, and the best friend being a bubbly actress, there's just a lot of themes there that reminded me of the movie. i suppose the movie has also been on my mind lately with some themes being on-point for irl issues as well. i hope you enjoy!

I can't have no one screwing up my beauty sleep before 2:00 PM.

What you do defines who you are.

Music's the only thing that makes sense anymore. Play it loud enough, it keeps the demons at bay.

I understand you need to get away.

I can't pretend like it didn't happen.

This was just a crappy wall, and now it's a work of art.

Time is not on our hands. Time is slipping through them.

If nobody's everybody, then someone can be anybody, right?

(about a sketch) Hey, you didn't get my left nipple right.

Well, I was drawing from a distance. I couldn't see it properly.

We're in the middle of a revolution!

What are you doing — doodles, and cartoons?!

You don't think it's worth trying?!

We all wanna change the world.

Don't you know it's gonna be all right?

I've never seen [her/him/them] like that…

Why did you stop writing?

It all seems a bit unreal.

They should be radical. You should be radical. We should all be radical.

Everything's really okay, I promise...

Well... everything below my neck works fine, anyway.

All you need is love.

the rest are under the cut!

I told myself, "When I'm 64, I'll be long gone from this place." But I'm still here.

You're gonna miss this place.

I sometimes feel you're not telling me everything.

I'll be back before you know it.

You need a break from me? Is that what this is?

While I'm away, I'll write home every day and send all my loving to you.

No such professor here. Listen, I've pissed off every professor in Princeton, and they're not one of them.

I believe I'm your [son/daughter/child].

Did [she/he/they] find someone else?

There were a few hopefuls over the years. I think I scared them off.

Look, I didn't come here to derail your life.

Fifteen bucks says you miss this shot. Fifty says your [sibling] still marries me.

You're wanted by the cops, eh? FBI?

You know, it looks to me as though you're the one on the run.

What would they have done if they caught you?

I'm never having children. Think about it, it's pure narcissism. I mean, people putting out little carbon copies of themselves, going: "Oh, doesn't he have his father's eyes? Doesn't he have his mother's lips?" It's… It's disgusting.

Is that fashionable? Your haircut? Or... lack of one.

Goddamn it! Be serious, for once!

What do you actually intend to do with your life? Why is it always about, "What will you do? What will you do? What will he do? Oh, my God, what will he do?" Why isn't the issue here who I am?

What you do defines who you are.

Sorry you had to sit through that.

My education is rarely a topic of conversation.

Turns out [he/she/they're] just a working stiff like myself.

I've spent half my life trying to hate [her/him/them].

I never realized I had it so easy. I mean... we're so... normal.

Goddamn it! It's like this every time I come home!

What the hell do they talk about when I'm not here?

He's a sailor on leave. He needs a bar, a brawl, and a brothel.

If I don't go back to college I'll do what any irresponsible, unmotivated dropout would do: go to New York. Like, tonight.

I can't have no one screwing up my beauty sleep before 2:00 PM.

You have a good memory for faces? There's no mirror in your bathroom.

What the hell are you doing, man?

I write my own songs. I got 20 in a notebook... another 10 in my head.

Music's the only thing that makes sense anymore. Play it loud enough, it keeps the demons at bay.

I understand you need to get away.

You don't have to talk about this.

I can't pretend like it didn't happen.

They were the first person I knew to die. I'd never even been to a funeral before.

This was just a crappy wall, and now it's a work of art.

I saw you at the peace march. I was moved by your speech.

You're up before 2 and looking wicked cool. Who's it for?

Time is not on our hands. Time is slipping through them.

No point butting your heads bucking the system.

Never knock the way another cat swings.

"I am me as you are he as you are me and we are all together."

If nobody's everybody, then someone can be anybody, right

(about a sketch) Hey, you didn't get my left nipple right.

Well, I was drawing from a distance. I couldn't see it properly.

Why were you so rude before? It wouldn't kill you to talk to [her/him/them].

We're in the middle of a revolution!

What are you doing — doodles, and cartoons?!

I would lie down in front of a tank if it would stop this war and bring [name] home!

You don't think it's worth trying?!

Maybe when bombs start going off here, people will listen.

We all wanna change the world.

I can't do this right now.

Don't you know it's gonna be all right?

I've never seen [her/him/them] like that...

Get this clown out of here! Now!

What is the matter with you? Why would you do that?

I'm sick and tired of violence.

Why did you stop writing?

It all seems a bit unreal.

Is this real enough for you?

They should be radical. You should be radical. We should all be radical.

This war just keeps going on and on and nobody's listening!

Everything's really okay, I promise...

Well… everything below my neck works fine, anyway.

I don't understand what the problem is.

Get your hands off me!

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.

There's no one to save who can't be saved.

All you need is love.

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain (Part I)

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, abuse, suicide, religious themes, ect.

FAMILY TREE (INTRO)

These crosses all over my body remind me of who I used to be.

Christ forgive these bones I'm hiding.

He cannot escape his mother's blood.

He'll never escape what he's made up of.

The fates already fucked me sideways.

You know I raised you bеtter than this.

Leavе me hanging so they all can laugh at me.

AMERICAN TEENAGER

Putting too much faith in the make-believe.

The neighbor's brother came home in a box.

He wanted to go, so maybe it was his fault.

Another red heart taken by the American dream.

I feel it there in the middle of the night.

I'm all alone again.

Say what you want, but say it like you mean it.

Just give it one more day, then you'rе done.

I do what I want.

I said it was fun.

I don't need anything from anyone.

It's just not my year.

I'm all good out here.

I'm sorry if I sound off, but I was probably wasted.

Didn't feel so good.

Head full of whiskey but I always deliver.

If you're listening, let me handle my liquor.

If you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?

I'm still standing here.

I do it for *Name*.

I'm doing what I want and damn, I'm doing it well.

A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA

Sing it to me all day long.

The aching sound of silence used to be our favorite song.

You and me against the world.

You were my man and I your girl.

We had nothing except each other.

You were my whole world.

I still call home that house in Nebraska.

We found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor.

The world was empty, save you and I.

You left, and I cried.

Even if we died tonight, I'd die yours.

These dirt roads are empty.

Your mama calls me sometimes to see if I'm doing well.

Really I'd kill myself to hold you one more time.

It hurts to miss you.

It's worse to know that I'm the reason you won't come home.

I died there under you, every night, all night.

You know, I still wait at the edge of town, praying straight to God that maybe you’ll come back around.

I cry every day, and the bottles make it worse.

You were the only one I was never scared to tell I hurt.

I found photographs of our school, on the day we met.

I thought that you were so beautiful, it was love, I guess.

You might never come back home, and I may never sleep at night.

I just hope you're doing fine out there.

I just pray that you're all right.

I feel so alone.

I feel so alone without you.

WESTERN NIGHTS

He's never looked more beautiful.

I watched him show his love through shades of black and blue.

Show me how much I mean to you.

I'd hold the gun if you asked me to.

If you love me like you say you do, would you ask me to?

Trouble's always gonna find you baby. but so will I.

Hold me across every state line.

I'm never gonna leave you baby, even if you lose what's left of your mind.

'Cause you know I'll be right there beside you.

I haven't spoken to my daddy in a long, long time.

I don't want him to worry.

The neighborhood keeps getting smaller.

All starved out when the money's paper thin.

All that's left are your walls and you'll die there.

I should have known that there's no getting in.

I'll still be alright.

Clinging onto you like some love blind addict.

I'll be screaming your name.

Please don't love how I need you.

Know that one day, you and I could be okay.

FAMILY TREE

I'm just a child but I'm not above violence.

My mama raised me better than that.

Daddy said shoot first then run and don't look back.

Take me down to the river and bathe me clean.

I've killed before and I'll kill again.

Take the noose off, wrap it tight around my hand.

They say heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Hell don't scare me, I've been times before.

HARD TIMES

Lay it on me.

Tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy.

I hate this story.

Happiness ends and dies with you.

I thought good guys get to be happy.

I'm not happy.

I am poison in the water and unhappy.

I was too young to noticе that some types of love could bе bad.

I still do, and that scares me.

I'm tired of you.

It's just the way that you are.

I just wanna sleep.

[hcwritter]

Howdy ! I juste followed you but i did a before on tiktok,sad that you left i've got a request if you Can Do it pleasee ? Its about fell sans nsfw and with aftercare i love your content btw 💗

-SPECIAL REQUEST FROM A FOLLOWER DATING ONE SHOTS-

‼️⚠️NSWF⚠️‼️

( my opinion )

Side note: you didn’t specify if you wanted headcanons so imma do fanfic since it’s nswf and after care ^^ i hope you enjoy

Fell:

It was a nice summer day at snowdin, ironically there’s no snow this summer but nice warm breezes and no snow onsite but green grass. But it would have been a cherry on top if your lover, fell. Wasn’t such a man baby and making a huge fight between y’all over mustered. “Geez relax, can’t you let it go?” You annoyingly sighed after then crossing yours as the taller skeleton stares down at you with his red glowing eyes, “what would you do if someone used YOUR last mustered, huh?!” He yelled childishly “well for starters, I wouldn’t make it a big fucking deal because i can easily just buy a new fucking one!” You yelled back way more harshly than before.

Fell took a step back and clenched his heart and was sadden in expression “i-…ugrr!” He groaned and irritatedly walked away and went upstairs. “Oh yeah! Walk off like a fucking kid huh?” You tried to bring him back but he only stayed in silent. After a few hours it’s dinner time now and Papy told you he will be staying over by alphys for the night, “great..” you sighed stressfully and got to get your coat and your boots on and grabbing the keys “hey bitch face! Im going out to get chicken tenders alright?” You expected a yell or at least a noise but not a peep was heard. ‘This guy..’ as you left.

After you got the food with the drinks you lock the door and went to the dining table expecting him to be there but none, no one was even downstairs and now a thing was moved. “He’s seriously gonna be this petty?” You started to feel the anger boil up as you snapped and went up stairs and started to pound on the door “hey asshole! Wake up! We have to eat dinner, its chicken tenders so you don’t have a reason not to eat!” You yelled but only got nothing, “are you serious?!hey!” You we’re about to bang again but then it opened and your fist stopped on top of fells head starting at you weirdly calm but you notice his eyes were red and puffy “.. what the hell happened to you” you lower down your fist and stared up at him as he was only silent and then tried to close his door again but you stopped it with your hand and forcefully opened it wide and let yourself in “hey! Im not done talking to you asshole! What is wrong with you?!” You started to lecture him but he only looked down at his feet and took it in silent “hey! Im talking to you look at me!” You aggressively yelled as he finally looked but then came along him aggressively holding your shoulders and pulling you closer to his face seeing his mid grinned expression “listen here dip shit, your lil mouth of yours have been getting filthy lately. Why don’t we shut it up? Aye?” He suggested with a grin as you tried to get loose but he was now lifting you up and taking you to his shoulders and slamming you down to his bed and pinning you.

“F-fell! Get off me this instant!” You tried to push but got your both of your hands tried with his hand as he was now hovering above you “ relax doll face, i won’t be gentle ” you grunted “you little shit!” As you hissed at him and glared “let go!” “oh? Why would i? You were the one barging in my room” you blushed knowing somehow this would happen but never expected your predictions would ever come true but now your facing it right now “i was trying to help you eat dumbass! Not this! Pevr!” You spit as he only giggled and lowered himself “oh really? Then why ya nipples hard then doll face?” He pointed out as it was true,you were turned on. Your nipples we’re sensitive and he knew damn well, “lets me just~” he let go one of his hand on your wrist and pinned you with one hand one and one now teasing your nipple and playing with it with his middle finger. You groaned and moan at the sensation “f-fell! Stop! Pl-eaah!~” the sudden hot air and tongue that was placed on top of your breast was enough to skip through foreplay, “wow~ seems like this is the trick to turn you one faster huh dollface? Heh, what a slut.” He grinned as he his muffled word’s insulting you was just the cherry on top of what you want to add right now. “Fell please..I’m sensitive there..” “oh yeah? Thanks for letting me know doll face” “h-huh?!-AGH!!~” he took that information and got into sucking with the other side and and kept on switching on each nipple and leaving bite marks on’em, “ya like that doll face? Yeah?” He tease as he bites it hard in front you as you look down at him with embarrassment as he starts to lick and kiss the bite mark tendering it and repeatedly doing the same thing all over again.

“Fell! Please stop! It’s too much! Im..im..im leaking..” you tear up as your legs were shaking, fell grinned and happily let go of your wrist as it lazily traced to comfort tour breast from the abused “ahh..~” you tried to touch your own chest but it’s so sensitive you can barely touch it without twitching, “leaking huh? Let me see,spread.” He demands but you huff and did the opposite and tried closed your legs but before you could even close them properly he has it hold on your knees and knew you were about to pull some shit like that and was prepared. “Ah-ah-ah dollface, listen to daddy” he groans, the word ‘daddy’ to phrase himself got you to unconsciously spread your legs for him “good girl” he went to slide off the bed and drag your hips with him your legs hanging off his bed as he is on his knees and pulling your legs on his shoulders “this is such a beautiful view” he complimented as he was adoring your cunt as you only stayed embarrassed and hide your face with your arms “hiding your pretty face now?” He giggles as he leans towards your cunt and then started off with a big lick that made you moan loud “ah~ you like that aye? Ill give ya some more” as did,he was eating you out like it was the tastiest thing in the world. The soft licks and sudden flicks made it so exciting and fun, even the grips on your thighs was enough for you to arch and buckle up your hips making him have a face full of wet pussy.

“Mhmm~i love it when you thrust your cunt onto my face” he said as he licks of the wet spot on his cheeks as he counties to devour you while making eye contact. Seeing your body twitch and whine and arch was making his own cock hard as hell, he then pushed his tongue inside you all of the sudden making you squeal and squish him between your thighs and wrapping your legs around him pushing his face further inside you as you moaned once again “yu kow i luv diez” “what was that?” His words were muffled and couldn’t be heard and so instead of letting go and saying what he wants to say he instead pushed further and starts to wiggles inside you. “Agh! Fell!~” the sensation was so godly good you could feel tears on your eyes as you feel like stop and let go and pull away, “phew.. dayum girl, you got me drowning in this pussy” he compliments as his fave was covered with all of your cum as you flusteredly giggle, “geez thanks?” You replied as he chuckle himself as he went to fix your position and put your legs back in bed and got flipped you guys over. “Huh?!” “Heheh..come on doll,ride me” you playfully tapped both of your ass as he enjoyed it giggle with his hand “but..” “hm?” “I don’t know how to..” you shly said as you hunched over due to embarrassment “hey hey, it’s okay my love. Ill help you.” He wholesomely smiled as he lifted you up as you hold on to his hands as he lowered you to his cock, “FUCK! T-TOO BIG!” You cried out as tears were falling from your face as you held his hands for support. His cock was so big you could see the seeable budge on your tummy, “fell..” you cried out his name as he wipes your tears away “come on my love, you can do this” he encouraged as you then took that encouragement and waited for yourself to adjust as, after a few minutes the pain went from a an agony to an addiction.

“Fell.. please hold me” you offered as he did so, holding hands as he watches you bounce on him slowly, god it felt good. The slow downs were enough to throw his head back and eyes rolling, “god..keep it coming my love” you nodded as you start to go a long faster and slamming down his pelvis hard each time, taking it all out then taking it all in, the repeated sensation was just god like god for the both of you. “Oh god my love..” “fell..” you both became a moaning mess as it only got worse as you started to go faster and faster, his cock leaking a good amount of his thick cum on the side of your cunt as it sticks on your ass and created this spiderweb strings every time you lift your ass up and slam it back down creating a lewd sticky noise. “Oh god darling im gonna fucking cum-“ “me-me too!” You both got tense and got faster as his grip went from your hands to your ass and your hands on his chest as both if you went into a devilish and lustful sensation as both of you came on each other and in each other,

the heavy puffs before you fell into on top of him on his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he his on your body and held you close. “You dis amazing my love, so great” he kisses your forehead as you giggled at the warm kiss as you lifted your head and kisses him on kiss cheeks as both you laid there for a few moments . “So are we alright now?” She asked with a mischievous grin “hmp! Maybe I could consider this as a possibility” he childishly hmps as both you only laughed at the dumb fight and kissed once again and went to shower together and got into y’all’s pjs and went down stairs to eat the chicken tenders while watching Disney.

“I love you so much” you look at him with a genuine smile as you lean into his arm, he giggles and wrapped one arm on you and leaned his head on you “i love you too darling” as both of you enjoyed the rest of the night and slowly and cozily fell asleep together in the coach under the warm fuzzy blanket as both of you cuddling into slumber.

[zdogswife]

OMG hiii I see you've never written a blog so can I just give you a starter? Smut with all of the boys please 🥺😭😭 I hate that emoji but yeah you don't have to (aged up if your doing younger boys as such as aonung, Loak, neteyam rotxo,)

OFC MY LOVE GIRL YKNOW I GOT YOUUU ITS GONNA BE A LIL ANGSTY BUT THAT SINT NEVER HURT A SOUL??

Song to listen to

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Warning: Slightly hard smut, cheating, choking, yandere basically, emotional, Angst, nOt making up, loak is a hoe, pregnancy , getting back together, fluffy at the end, language

Summary: You and loak have a nice life or so you thought 💭

You're a moaning mess your loincloth thrown to the floor loaks too he's rutting into you at a fast pace "Loak my god don't fucking stop yesss," you moan out "wasn't planning on it your to good f'me " he says wet squelching sounds can be her heard from his fast pace " damn baby yessss" loak says he feels you clenching knowing your at your limit he gives you soft slow hard thrusts "CUMMM" with that your body shakes around and you squirt all over his abdomen " stay baby I'm not done yet " he flips your body around plays with your clit with his tip and gently slides in "to much damn daddy" you speak " he starts throbbing inside you but before you can pull him out warm stick thick cum fills your womb he plants kisses all of your face then begins to clean you up.

***********

You wake up and suddenly feel weak you feel the need to scream and throw up you start to call loak over to help you but he's not there "Damnit loak I think I'm sick" you get up to throw up only to realize loak never came back the yesterday when he left you to go play with his friends you grab your bow and get ready to call your ikran thinking something happened to him "Please be okay" you whisper taking off with your ikran to his family marui which would usually be empty due to there schedules you land and began to get ready to charge but you hear sounds "damn you loak calling me another bitches name no your motherfucking girlfriend name who the hell are you" She storms out and you hide when she's officially gone you walk back in realizing he did something he shouldn't have done he cheated " you cheated on me loak?' you asked knowing the answer " baby yes I'm sorry I thought of you the whole time I said your whole fuckin name y.n " He yelled when he is the one that should be getting yelled at " LOAK AFTER EVERY I'VE DONE FOR YOU YOU GO OUT AND DO THIS AS IF I'VE DONE NOTHING" You yelled you walked out you weren't leaving him you needed space.

**************.

Guilt guilt is what you thought when you found out you were pregnant you needed to reconcile with loak you needed to but you couldn't see him he should've never ever cheated on you, you needed him to apologize to you. You decided the least you could do was tell him and hope for the best you hop off of your ikran going to his family marui you open the makeshift door , you walk in to all eyes on except loaks ahem you clear your voice " I'm pregnant." You state and all eyes turn on loak but loak at you with widened eyes you walk out with your head dropped low not wanting to make eye contact with anyone else but you didn't know loak had followed you but you did when he tugged at your arm "what the fuc-" you spoke or tried to but you were interrupted with loaks words " I'm sorry day and night I think about what we should've been your the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me I cannot bear not being with you," he spoke with his ears flattened "Lo what you did to me wasn't right at all you hurt me and cut me like a knife I tried to make it right and avoid you but I can't I love you ," you say with tears as you press your forehead onto his 'Can I kiss you?' loak asks and you nod your head in agreement he pulls your face in and cups your cheeks in both hands he places his lips onto yours and grazes his tongue over your lips before sliding into your mouth before breaking the kiss he gives you a smirk. "loak don't do that ever please I was wrong leaving you alone to suffer but you were wrong to let's make it right for our baby " he nods and rubs your still flattened stomach .

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"Ready for our date baby?" Loak asks, you two promised each other to take each other out every week to keep your love going and growing " Yes dear I it will take awhile He keeps growing making my life harder each day" you giggle at what you said but you didn't get a response from loak next thing you know he's right beside you "He?? Baby we're having a boy omg little loak Jr omg" you stop and burst out laughing at the thought of little loak running around skipping and hopping on your marui pod loak takes you out finally you walk around the ocean to see bioluminescence everywhere he pulls out his hand for you too hold to get inside the water "loak were are we going?" You question, he doesn't answer and calls for his ilu your in awe as you arrive it was a secret no private cove hidden inside the forest part of the ocean you stood there mouth propped open you were taken from reality itself until a hand pulls you out of the trance he pulls you into the small pod he attacks your face with kisses he pulls yo both onto his ilu and you start moving as the ilus pace increases you hold on tighter. swimming in circles you feel the need to breath but you're having to much fun, but finally you two have to come up and you do so! " Loak I love you and your son to the end up time" you speak and he smiles as happy tears trail down his face " I love you ma itan I love you yawne" he says and you both kiss passionately before you both say ''oel ngati kaimie''

Hii hope you enjoyed it (: I can do another part if need be love you sweet dear

[nicebonescomrades]

okay! so this might get a little long winded lol

my main is america, but my luck there hasn't been so good so i legit made 3 alts on the other servers to try my luck and uuuh

for starters they're all alts right? very squishy units bc lack of materials and what not - and all three alts have a gepard

granted the hk alt only just got a gepard but i'm pretty sure it was bc i've been running jingyuan, tingyun, natasha, and fire trailblazer. and i swear tingyun gets singled out way too often (and as a result dies the fastest) so gepard is just like no need to worry! i am here

the hk alt is going to get a battle pass bc its just ridiculous at this point - when seele's banner was up i did a couple of single pulls and got a bronya, and then i threw the free 10 pulls at the banner and almost immediately got a seele - almost like she knew her girlfriend had come home and she just had to be there to complete the team (they actually hard carried me through the belagog story quest lol)

hk also didn't have tingyun before the jingyuan banner so i was like - i have arlan! maybe i can make a second team with arlan here? and i'll get a tingyun from jingyuan's banner no problem! and she can support arlan and i can use the fire trailblazer to protect him and natasha to heal him and -

and jingyuan comes home twice before tingyun bc he hears that i'm pulling his banner to give his best support to a 4 star? no ma am not happening on my watch

also i was on my asia account the other day and i was borrowing someone's himeko as the support unit right? and i was saying to one of my friends that hmm, maybe i don't want himeko on any of my accounts? himeko either doesn't do a lot of damage or this particular himeko is build really badly - i haven't seen double digits of damage in a while

and half an hour later i notice i have 10 pulls on the standard banner so i used them and i legit pull a himeko (i do do damage! you just need to build me correctly i can prove it-)

the eu account just has a bronya and gepard but i haven't done as much pulls on this on yet so ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ we'll see how it goes when i use my event pulls on the blade banner there lol

in the meantime eu account has been maining qingque bc i actually really like quantum damage

i'll probably send in a different ask later on about jing yuan bc i did manage to get him on the main and that is a whole other story lol

So many reroll alts... good luck keeping up with all of them comrade i admire anyone thathas the dedication for that much 😭😭 but also gepard ‼️‼️ i want him so bad im losing my mind over not getting him yet 🙄 like bro why can't u be like your lookalike(Jean my love <3) and come fast to me?? Smh smh 🔪

But also the hk alt is so??? Im jealous /j but no i am not surprised by how fast you got seele and bronya the girlfriends must never be separated ‼️ bronseele forever <33 but jingyuan? 👁👁 congrats on getting him x2 and tingyun!!

Speaking of tingyun and her tendency to get attacked so much I'm pretty sure it's like, game mechanics lolol i believe the enemies do actually focus more in general at the healer/buffer... my bailu and bronya have suffered enough to know 😭

Me personally i only have my main america acc but I do plan on making an asia alt just 2 play with friends lolol my pulls on my main acc went actually so well I don't dare complain 💀

First day of release I got Bronya, Yanqing, e1 himeko (one from standard the other on the beginner banner), then the next day I got Himeko's lightcone and then two days after that I got Bailu and yesterday I got e1 Bronya 🧍🏻‍♀️ (all i want is a gepard. Literally that's all I want but noooo)

I didn't pull for Seele tho hdjdns but I did get Jingyuan and tingyun finally on his banner, so currently just wasting my wishes on his banner in hopes of getting a guarantee for Kafka lmao

[dantalksball]

Dan's 2022-23 Arsenal Season Review

I'm very well aware it's almost been 3 weeks since the end of the season but in fairness, the full European season has only ended 5 days prior. Moving on, without further ado this is my Arsenal season review. I will be separating it into 4 categories, the board, the manager, the players, and finally how the season played out compared to prior expectations before the season started.

I have quite mixed feelings about the board after this season. I think summer wise we had a very decent transfer window with the likes of Jesus, Zinchenko, Vieira, Marquinhos, and Turner becoming gunners. I think Jesus and Zinchenko were absolutely vital to get where we got at the end of the season bringing a completely new dynamic into the team and the first half of the was pure enjoyment but I'll go more in-depth about what I think of each player in the player's category. Okay, summer is done, I think they did well backing Arteta and the first half of the season was near perfect. Now January was big, was starting to look like we could be in a real title race and we had to learn our lesson from the season prior to this one because no signings in January caused us to lose out on the top 4 with multiple players ( mainly Partey) picking up injuries. Now in the winter is where I get a bit skeptical. We lose out on Mudryk to our London rivals Chelsea when we were looking like CLEAR favorites and went on to get Trossard instead, I'm still happy about this decision to be quite honest so it wasn't terrible but still felt a bit odd. Then comes the pursuit of Caicedo, for me, I still believe we should've signed him instead of Jorginho although Jorginho did surpass my expectations when you look at all of the factors that Caicedo really did want to join the club and you can clearly see that after he expressed it on social media following the bid for Caicedo. Not only that, it would've been way better future wise and to avoid a transfer bid saga with Chelsea this upcoming summer window so this from the board and Edu makes me feel a little ill in the stomach. All in all, I give the board a 7.5/10 this season.

I was really close to giving Arteta a 10/10 this season but there are some minor details I do give him criticism for and I'll go more in-depth about that now. I think Arteta's system was so fun and beautiful to watch this season, it's been the best ever season I've seen since I started supporting this club. Implementing Zinchenko to be inverted and it just looks like he's all over the pitch as well as being vital for build-up, utilizing the dynamism from Jesus to help out Martinelli on the left and also dropping deep to link up and progress play, how he helped Saka elevate his game along with Martinelli, Odegaard, especially Granit Xhaka, Ben White being introduced to a new role and still playing so well so consistently, Magalhães, Saliba, and Ramsdale. And not to mention the non-regular starters like Trossard, Reiss, Kiwior, etc. I think his man management has been phenomenal this year. For me, my main criticism of Arteta is ruthlessness at times of the season and sadly it was mainly during crunch time. With the injuries of Saliba and Tomiyasu occurring, he decided to go with Holding to place hold that centreback spot, and for me, I was hoping he'd find a different solution. Following Saliba's injury, with Holding starting, we had 1 win and 3 draws. That was 6 possible points dropped during a crucial time in the title race and following those games where I felt the title was practically lost we decided to switch it up I guess better late than never but really it's a lack of ruthlessness that also dropped us these points, also not subbing off players when they're just off it, the first instance that comes to mind is Saka's performance against West Ham, I was baffled to see him play a full 90 minutes. So in the end I give Arteta a 9/10.

First up the 2 keepers, Aaron Ramsdale and Matt Turner. I give Aaron Ramsdale an 8,5/10 for this season, honestly, I genuinely don't have many bad things to say about him because I think he's been so so good this season and I'm honestly surprised how overhated and underrated he is not just in general but in the football community as a whole. Matt Turner gets a 6/10 for me, did his job when he was asked although you could see his struggles at playing from the back, seems like a very nice personality to have in the squad and just a decent guy who had a not-so-bad season. Up next is Kieran Tierney with a 5/10 mostly because I couldn't bring myself to put him any lower because I have the biggest soft spot for him. Didn't do terribly when called but it just wasn't good, most likely on his way out by the end of the summer although I'd love to see him stay. Oleksandr Zinchenko 7,5 or 8/10 completely changed the way we play football with his being added to the team but for me, I put him down a little bit solely based on injury problems (availability is the best ability) and also at times defensively weak, i.e TAA nutmeg and multiple plays of lack of awareness of runs, etc. Gabriel Magalhães 8,5/10 the 1 taken away mostly comes from a few "bozo" moments from him but man I love this guy so much, even after making a mistake during a game he'll still go on to make up for it. The first instant that comes to mind is the game against Fulham at the Emirates. William Saliba honestly gets a 10/10 for me because wow what an amazing first season, if only he hadn't got injured. We truly struck the lottery with Saliba, an all-timer in the making. In the upcoming season, I am going to appreciate this guy way more because I should've appreciated him more prior to his injury, truly immense. Jakub Kiwior 6,5/10 obviously only came through in January but when called up to do a job, did it great. The first game of his against Sporting was kinda iffy but we can see some great glimpses from him, his long ball ability is actually outstanding. Rob Holding... 1/10 I prefer not to speak genuinely. Ben White 8,5/10 my god he plays football like he's putting the ball to bed, fits perfectly in as a full-back but as a center back he is still so so good. Tomiyasu 6/10 can't judge him much since he was injured for most of the season but that performance against Liverpool as a lb kinda makes his rating go up a bit, POCKETED Salah. Thomas Partey 7,5/10 some amazing performances in all honesty but that shot attempt against Southampton replays in my head every night... Jorginho 7/10 did his job when asked to and that Aston Villa strike must not be forgotten. Xhaka 8/10 truly revitalised himself last season providing 16 goal contributions in every competition. Although, he was quite frustrating in terms of creating in the final third at times. Odegaard 10/10 may be some bias for this but he is a special special player, his technical ability, vision, and weight of pass are jaw-dropping. Fabio Vieira, an underwhelming 6/10 although I do think he does have lots of potential, this season was underwhelming in all honesty taking away his performance against Brentford which in all fairness he was amazing that game. Gabriel Martinelli 9/10 such an underrated season in all honesty, devastated to see him injured towards the end of the season seeing he was so close to breaking the highest goal scored by a Brazilian in a season record. Despite the dip in form in post world cup he started gaining form again and wow do I love him. Leandro Trossard 7/10 did his job with some very nice performances, the 3 assists in the first half against Fulham were beauties. Bukayo Saka 10/10 starboy. That's all I have to say. Reiss Nelson, I kinda wanna give him a 10/10 purely based on the moment he gave me with Bournemouth, AND IMMA DO THAT. Needs more game time next season, silky baller. Gabriel Jesus 8.5/10 pre-world cup Jesus was a monster. Eddie Nketiah 7/10 your defense is in trouble, underrated season.

Based on expectations for this season I'll give it a 9,5/10 if only we didn't. Losing out on the league it would be a 10 but because we crashed out of every competition as well 0,5 is taken away. (this review was a long time coming and personal problems got in the way but thank god I've finally finished this.

[jakowskis]

i was summoned! hope you enjoy these

(these are all rated gen or teen unless otherwise stated. most of these contain ships, but they all provide good insight into owen as a person)

I saw you mention sickfic in your tags - might I suggest Tea and Sympathy by osprey_archer? Unless that's the one you read. It's Owen/Ianto, and it's a bit weird and cracky, but Owen's cute and frumpy in it. The author marked the fic as t-rated, but Chapter 4 is mature, jsyk.

5 Kisses Owen Doesn’t Talk About by pocketmouse - Owen/Team... This fic's a really beautiful exploration of his relationships with everybody. The Suzie, Ianto, and Tosh sections are romantic - the Jack and Gwen ones are platonic (and fantastically sweet). The Jack one's a particular favorite of mine, because lord knows those two are never that sweet in canon. The fic's mostly t-rated, I'd say, though the Ianto section's a bit spicy.

Three Times Owen, Tosh, and Ianto Slept Together, and One Time They Were Caught At It by Sholio - despite the title, this one's pretty tame (when it says they get caught, it's them all cuddling - oop, spoilers). This is, in fact, one of the cutest fics I've had the pleasure of reading in the fandom. The whole final part of it is so precious it's not even funny, and it's one of my favorite scenes in any fic ever.

with a bit of a mind flip by ariya167 - a gen bodyswap fic! Owen and Gwen, this time. It's really IC, you can hear all the voices. It's got a cozy vibe to it to me, for some reason - I think because Owen in it reminds me a lot of his Big Finish self, like how he is in the Owen & Andy audios, and that Owen has a specific vibe to me. Anyway, I like it a lot.

There Is Nothing Here Worth Saving by heddychaa - a lot of people have tried their hand at fics about Owen's childhood and his mother. I haven't read too many of them, because I don't have the strength, but this is a good one. Mind the warnings the author included.

I'm a big Owen/Ianto shipper and I've read just about every fic in existence of those two, so I hope you don't mind, I have a few recs for them as well. None are overly shippy, they're just sort of explorations of Owen and Ianto as people and in relation to each other, with an emphasis on Owen.

For starters - Clinging To The Wreckage Until I Got The Message by paperclipbitch. I adore this fic, and I adore this author (who has much more fic on LJ; I highly recommend all of their work). It only really gets romantic at the end, too; it's mostly just Ianto taking care of a self-destructing Owen, and them learning to understand each other by the end.

Experiments In A Minor by paperclipbitch. Another really fantastic one - Owen being self destructive again. Very lightly O/I; mostly friendship. They provide drunken insight on how fucked up they both are. It's brilliant.

A Trip, a Punch, and Willing by ThisBeautifulDrowning - there's not an author's note on the ao3 posting, but I also found this fic on LJ and the author said the prompt was simply 'Owen + flirting'. This is a Owen/Ianto fic that kind of touches on Owen's compulsive need to flirt, and it's done really well. It's also sort of The Last Beacon written at least five years before TLB was even released - they end up in the countryside again and share a hotel room. There's also a pillow fight. It's fun. I love this one a lot. Also, the M rating is unnecessary imo - I'd say it's a T. Probably only marked as M 'cause of Owen's potty mouth. Okay, that's the last of my O/I recs, I swear.

But He'll Get Me by paperclipbitch - I did say they were my favorite author. This fic is tagged as Jack/Owen, but it's extremely light (like, one line at the end, and even then it doesn't have to be read as romantic honestly). It's an exploration of if Jack had actually retconned Owen after End of Days, and the two of them air out some things out. Really good stuff.

Teething Problems by paperclipbitch - last one, I swear. This one's gen, and was written between s1 and s2 when everyone thought Owen would take over as leader.

Ceaseless by pocketmouse is a great study of how Torchwood further fucked Owen up. This author's one of my favorite TW writers, they really Understood him.

JeSuisGourde writes a lot of Owen-focused one-shots and drabbles.

Sholio also writes a lot of hefty-sized team-focused fics, with an emphasis on Owen.

does anyone have any good owen fic recs i need to shake that man in my teeth

[lunar-writes-things]

18) Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love With You)

"Has anyone noticed-" Grian was cut off

"That the moon is getting bigger?" Mumbo asked 

"Uh yes- but that's not what I was going to talk about," Grian said before turning t the rest of boatem again "Has anyone noticed that Y/n is acting a bit... odd?" 

"Yeah," Impulse spoke up "It's almost... Almost like they're avoiding us." 

"I noticed that too," Scar muttered and fidgeted with his hands "They haven't even been coming out of their starter base, except to move things to their megabase."

"Should we check on them?" Grian asked 

"NO!" Pearl and Mumbo exclaim

The group looks at them curiously and Pearl continues quietly "I think they need some time alone, I mean they're hiding for a reason, right? When I returned, Mumbo greeted me and we went to see Y/n. When We got into their home, they were asleep and we almost left until we began to hear trashing and a loud sob. They were having a nightmare. So we woke them up. I could never forget the terrified look on their face." 

"They kept apologizing and held us both close and asking us not to hate them," Mumbo whispered 

"We stayed with them for a bit until they fell back to sleep," Pearl said "But that was the last time we saw them."

"Admittedly, I am worried about them," Mumbo said "I've never seen them like that. It's... terrifying not knowing what going on in their head and not being able to help." 

"Should we do something for them?" Impulse asked 

"We should!" Scar said, "Maybe something small, like making them dinner or helping them move their chests to their mega build." 

"Yeah!" Grian smiled and his wings fluttered in excitement "I bet they would absolutely love that!" 

"No thanks," Y/n forced a smile on their face before running away with their arms full of shulkers 

The group had just offered their services to Y/n only to be rejected and ran away from 

"That was... odd," Pearl said and wrung her hands out "Let's try something else?" 

Time after time and attempt after attempt, Y/n either shot them down or avoided them completely 

it wasn't like them.

And it made The rest of the Boatem crew concerned for their angel

So, they devised a plan

"This isn't our greatest idea," Mumbo said attempting to talk the rest out of this "They have a reason for avoiding us? Do we really have to do this?"

"Y/n has a track record of avoiding things for long, long, LONG times," Xisuma says "I think this is the best way to get her t tell you what you guys wanna know... Albeit a bit forced." 

"Thanks, X," Impulse smiled and fiddled with his fingers 

Everyone was nervous about this approach, they knew Y/n would eventually open up to them, it was just no telling how long. 

"Let's go," Grian said "And let's hope this doesn't hurt Y/n." 

Y/n paced their cathedral halls, checking the deals on the villagers hidden underneath iron trapdoors and their lecterns or smithing tables hiding the blazing magma block underneath as they made sure everything was in order.

Once they were done, the only thing out of order was the twisting feeling in their gut... like something bad will happen 

oh boy

did something bad happen

Y/n had to face the people they were avoiding, their crushes

shit 

Being tied to a chair wasn't that bad usually. After everything, they've been through they probably had a higher pain tolerance than anyone on the hermitcraft dimensions 

What made it worse is the stares that demanded answers from them 

"Are You okay Y/n?" Pearl asked softly and caressed their cheek, Y/n melting into the touch they longed for "Why are you avoiding us?" 

Y/n snapped back to their reality and with sad eyes, gently pulled back from Pearl's touch before shaking their head 

"Do you need us to help you?" Scar asked and his voice made Y/n want to curl into his side 

Y/n didn't realize how much they missed the rest of the Boatem crew and tears welled up in their eyes as they realized they might have to do this forever to get over them

"Talk to us Angel," Impulse kneeled in front of them "We're here to listen to everything you have to say." 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you," Y/n croaked, throat constricted and eyes watery "Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes. If I fell through your skies, there's no way you would catch me. There's a tear in my heart, but your patch wouldn't match me. Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs. There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes, and I still need reminders of why it's unwise to stare.  So don't you dare..." 

"Y/n?" Grian asked, his familiar hand made Y/n melt to his touch and sigh in relief before continuing with their eyes forced closed 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you... Don't you dare do something so cliché. Just get out of my daydreams, you're an unwelcome guest and stop making me miss you 'cause you leaving's for the best. 'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

"You're a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch. If you ever return, it'll burn me too much to bear... So don't you dare..." Wet droplets sparkled as they fell from Y/n's eyes and the group watched as the love of their life cried softly while attempting to reject them 

"And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings! And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings!" Grian winced at the metaphor and Y/n's chest heaved as they continued "So don't you dare keep mocking me with those thousand little things that I adore! Let me ignore you, don't let me care!

"And don't you dare leave me still in love with you! Nothing's fair when love is war!" Y/n sobbed as they shouted their words to the group who stood speechless at them, wanting nothing more than to comfort them, to hug them, to remind them that they are safe and they will still love Y/n... even if they didn't want it "And I just can't endure any more of the fight! When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night! Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal, for the time I kept spending pretending it's real... And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare!

"But don't you dare... Don't you dare..." Y/n slumped in their chair, head ducked in attempts to hide their red blotchy face, to hide the tears of knowing Y/n wanted them but knowing they can't dare to even think about having them, to hide the tears that just can't seem to stop at the thought of losing Boatem

of losing their symphony 

It was just... too much to even imagine 

At least, it was until a hand brought Y/n's face up to look at the group 

Mumbo

"Oh Angel," He sighed "Is that why you were avoiding us? Because You were scared of falling in love?" 

Y/n nodded softly and Grian moved behind them to untie the bounds "I don't want you guys to find the imperfections in me after we start dating and then... leave... I never want that again. I never want to be used for your greedy purpose only to be discarded when you guys find someone else." More tears welled up in their eyes "I don't want to be the imperfect stain on your life."

"Oh my angel, to me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them. Mumbo gently wiped Y/n's tears off with his thumb as he mumbled sweet nothings against their lips 

Once they pulled apart and caught their breath, Mumbo pulled them into his arms and held them tightly as they calmed down in his arms. The others joined in to either sit next to Y/n or place a hand on Y/n

just to remind them that they were there and would never leave

Y/n had never felt so... adored

Is this what it felt like to be truly loved by people? 

Masterlist

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

aww I love the idea of raspberries being Peter 2’s “signature” ehehe

I LOVE HOW ONE WAS GIVING OTTO TIPS THATS ADORABLE

I like to think that two always has stubble so when he gives raspberries it’s the best worstttt😂

I has a sentence starter: “ok then, let’s do an experiment” :)

maybe one and three talking about how twos raspberries are the most effective and they decide to experiment where Twos raspberries affect them the most :3

ler! Peter 2 obviii and lees one and three <3

(Awww, this is a great idea Anon :) Thank you ❤️ I've never done a double Lee before so this was fun to try! :) Hope you enjoy! ❤️)

"Ok then, let's do an experiment."

Peter 1 and 3 both squealed as they were pulled onto their backs.

"Twoho!" One squeaked.

"Yes Peanut?"

"Behe gehentle."

"Aww, yes Peanut. I promise I will be gentle." Two soothed as he stroked his younger brother's hair.

"Hehe usually is," Three added.

"I am." Peter 2 used extra webbing to hold their feet down. "But I don't want you two kicking me from behind."

The giggles spilling out of the younger two grew even louder now.

Two wrapped a leg around each brother. "Now if I let you keep your hands, you both have to agree not to pull my hair."

Peter 1 giggled. "Wehe prohomise."

The oldest turned to Peter 3.

The middle brother nodded. "Ihi prohomise tohoo."

Two nodded. "Okay, I trust you both. Now, where should we experiment first?"

Both younger brother's blushed.

"No suggestions hmm? Well, why don't we start from the top and work our way down."

Peter 2 chuckled as both 1 and 3 turtled and nervous giggles began to fill the room.

"Do I have a volunteer to go first?"

Neither younger brother could answer, they were both a blushy mess.

"Well, if I don't have a volunteer, I guess I get to choose." He booped Peter 3's nose. "And since this was your idea, why don't we start with you?"

"Uhum . . . Ohokay." Peter 3 lowered his shoulders.

Peter 2 wasted no time nuzzling his face into the crook of Three's neck and blowing a raspberry into that sweet spot.

"AHHAHA!" Three squealed.

"That was a good response, but what about the other side."

Peter 2 repeated the same process on the other side of Three's neck.

"NAAAHAHA! JEHERK!"

"Oo, I got an insult on that one." The oldest then turned to Peter 1. "What about you?"

When Peter 2 repeated the same process on the youngest, he managed to get a snort.

"Ahand I get a snort out ohof you. Awww."

The youngest growled playfully. "Nahat cuhute."

"Oh, but you are. I have the ears to prove it."

In response, Peter 1 blushed even darker and shoved his older brother. Two chuckled and grabbed his hand. "Thahank you for giving my next spot."

The next instant, Two blew a raspberry up his arm. He started with One's palm then his wrist, his elbow, and finished with his armpit. Of course the armpit one got a shriek.

Three's responses weren't as loud, but Two still managed to find a sweet spot on the under side of Three's arm just above his armpit that had his younger brother cursing through his giggles. Even his other arm produced the same response.

"Awww, that was a cute response," Two cooed. "Now, do you want to pick the next spot Button?"

"S-suhure. Juhust gihive mehe aha---a mohoment.

"Take your time." Meanwhile, the oldest turned to the youngest. "How are you holding up Peanut?"

"Ihi'm tihinglyhy!"

Two couldn't help but laugh at One's response. "Tihingly is a gohood feeling."

Peter 1 nodded.

Now Two turned to Three. "Have you chosen another spot Button?"

"Crahap! Uhum . . . Tuhummy?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Y-yehes!"

"With pleasure Button."

"Oho noho, oho noHOOOO! IHIT TIHICKLEHES!"

Peter 2 tested a few different spots on Three's tummy, but the best response was a spot just under his ribs.

"NAAAAHAHA!" Three snorted

"Awww! I got a snort! That's soho cute."

Three blushed. "Ihim nohot cuhute!"

"You both say that but I guarantee that you two are absolutely precious." The oldest winked at Three. "Watch this."

Peter 2 then attacked Peter 1's stomach with raspberries. Of course One's stomach was more ticklish than Three's so Two was able to find multiple spots that produced squeals and snorts.

"Yohour tummy has the best responses Peanut, but I think Button has you beat in the rib department."

"Yeheah hehe dohoes!"

"Hey!"

"Ihit thehe tuhuth!"

"He's right Button." Two winked at One. "Just watch."

"Wha---AHHHH!"

Peter 2 had lifted his younger brother's arm and blown a raspberry into Three's sensitive rib.

This made Peter 1 giggle. "Sehee?"

"He does have you beat on that rib." The oldest lifted One's arm. "But you're pretty sensitive here."

The next instant, Two blew a raspberry into One's uppermost rib causing him to border on silent laughter.

Peter 2 then rolled the youngest over. "And back here too."

"NoOOOOO! THEHE BLAHADES!"

"Hehe's got your shoulder blades." Peter 3 teased.

"I did." Peter 2 calmly turned Three on his side. "And now I'll get yours."

"W-wahait!"

Two blew another big raspberry into Peter 3's shoulder blades. While not a huge response, Three did squeal when a raspberry was blown under his shoulder blade.

"Oo, new spot unlocked." Two teased. "I don't think we've tried that spot yet."

Peter 2 could see that his younger brother's were starting to tire quickly. "Why don't we call it a tie for now, you guys look like you're getting tired."

"Awa, buhut wehe wehere---." One was cut off by a yawn.

The oldest smiled softly as he removed the webbing around his brother's feet. "I know you were having fun Peanut, but you guys look exhausted. We can have fun tomorrow when you've rested."

Peter 3 rolled over and snuggled closer to One. "Ihi could uhuse a nahap."

"Mmm . . ."

Peter 2 lifted the blanket over his baby brothers. "Come on you two, time to sleep."

Peter 3 wrapped an arm around the youngest and pulled him close, his eyes already drifting close. Peter 1 wasn't far behind, but he was still pushing to keep his eyes open.

"Is everything okay Peanut? Did you need something?"

One made a grabby hand at Two.

"Oh, I see."

The oldest scooted in next to his younger brothers and wrapped them bothe in his arms. "Is that better?"

Peter 1 nodded and Two watched as his eyes slowly slipped close.

He really did have the cutest little brothers.

[ashxketchum]

Okay so after a weekend of consistent playing, I'm here with my thoughts on Pokemon ScarVi.

First disclaimer, I'm playing my e-shop purchased copy of Pokemon Violet on my Switch Lite and have not yet experienced any intense bugs or glitches that are being shared online by other users. My one problem as of now is that my character takes a while to display when I'm shopping for hats and stuff or changing the uniform.

So moving on, I LOVE PALDEA! The architecture and topography is wonderful and very rich and so easy to get lost into. And I mean that literally too because love and light to Gamefreak for thinking that I, a functioning adult, will not get distracted for 1 hour following a trail of shiny objects on the ground 😔🙏🏻 I want to publicly apologise to Galar Champion Leon for making fun of his directional skills all these years, I'm sorry Leon I love you and I now know how hard it is to stay on track 🫶🏻

The Pokemon designs are objectively fitting for the region, subjectively a hit and miss, and yet despite of it all somehow (YES YOU'RE READING THIS RIGHT) I'm yet to add Pikachu to my main team 😭 This has never happened before, I mean Pikachu is my lord and saviour I love it more than life itself, but then some of the Paldean pokemon are just too cool to be boxed! So my current team is this:

Captain Q the Quaquaval [My starter]

Zoro the Cyclizar

Charlie the Charcadet [Soon to be Ceruledge]

Bombirdier [No nickname because that's a bomb ass name right there]

Mimi the Pawmo

Shiro the Grafaiai

I obviously am short on time so I've been taking it slow, I've done 3 gyms, 2 titans and 1 star base so far. I thought of following a set order but then I kept getting lost in the wild, so now my current process is just taking on whichever challenge I can navigate myself towards 💀

Nemona is pretty cool, and also so down bad for the protagonist haha 😆 If Ash came to Paldea after his PWC, she would 100% become instant besties with him.

Arven was a bit annoying at first sight lol, but after finding out his backstory, I started to like him a lot. A soft boy who can cook, sign me the f up!

Director Clavell is so funny, iykyk 🤣

I have a lot of theories about Cassiopeia and Penny and Team Star, but I'm gonna try and finish that route to see if my predictions are correct before I say anything! [NO SPOILERS PLEASE!]

And my absolute favourite thing about the game, WE CAN WASH OUR POKEMON!!! Honestly it's just such a fun, intimate moment people share with their pets in real life, and now we get to have that with our pokemon too! Also the reactions the pokemon give out while getting washed are really cute, and while I suck at placing the ingredients correctly on a sandwich, this is the one thing I truly enjoy about the picnic option.

So that's all, I hope I make more progress in the coming week!

[writing-good-vibes]

The Halloween prompt list was such a good idea! I feel like some of Brad's are perfect for the Halloween season. I have a few requests, but if you can't do them all that's totally fine.

Requests:

Sheriff Brackett: scene starter #27, making smores.

Charles Lee Ray: scene starter #22, haunted house

Billy Bibbit: scene starter #7, trick or treating

Hope you are well and healthy. Happy Halloween 🎃

hey thank you for requesting !! 😊 i did a little bit for each one as you asked so nicely !! 💖 brad's characters do lend themselves pretty perfectly to halloween scenarios which is excellent for us. thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy and have had a wonderful spooky season 🎃 !! warning for a little bit of smut in the chucky one.

sheriff brackett

"I've never made proper s'mores before," you comment absently as you throw a box of s'more flavour pop tarts into the shopping cart that the Sheriff is pushing around the store.

"What?" he stops still in the aisle, looking at you wide eyed.

"I've never made s'mores?" you repeat.

"Well, we can't have that can we?" he sets off again, a more determined spring in his step as he backtracks through the store, you following behind him.

"What are we doing?"

"We're going to make s'mores, sweetie," he grins at you, "I cant, in good faith, let you go another day without."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't have to go to all this trouble," you blush, looping your arm through his and pulling him close as you walk back through the store.

"Nothing is ever any trouble for you sweetie."

As promised, after dinner you sat, wrapped up against the clear October chill, around the firepit in the backyard.

"Here," the Sheriff's long, warm fingers close around yours as you hold out the stick to put the marshmallow over the fire. "You hold it like this, see, high enough so it doesn't catch fire."

You laugh, your hands shaking as you try to keep the marshmallow steady. The smell of sugar fills the air and you lean back against the Sheriff, his soft breathing a soothing sound.

"Okay, now turn it a little, so it toasts all 'round."

You do as he instructs, turning the marshmallow slowly over the flames.

Soon enough, the marshmallow is done and Lee reaches over for the graham crackers and chocolate. He holds them out and lets you press the gooey marshmallow between the crackers.

"There you go," he hands the warm s'more over to you, licking his fingers clean afterwards. As soon as you take it, you feel the sticky sweetness on your fingertips.

Taking a bite, you realise what you've been missing.

"Good?" he asks.

"Very," you smile, the sweetness sticking to your teeth.

charles lee ray

You and Chucky were on another drive around town, the radio blaring as you poked through a bag of halloween candy.

"Want one?" you ask, shaking the bag in Chucky's direction.

For once he keeps his eyes on the road, but sticks his hand out towards you for you to hand him a few pieces of candy.

"Please?" you tease, but he just sneers at you and thrusts his hand out more pointedly.

Conceding, you hand him some candy, including at least two of his least favourite to get back at his attitude.

"Hey," he grumbles when he looks at what is in his hand, leaning forward and taking his other hand off the wheel to unwrap one of the candies he actually likes.

You laugh at his complaining and keep poking through the bag for your favourites.

"Where are we going anyway?" you ask, look around at the suburban streets that you'd been driving around; blocks and blocks of picket fence houses and neat flower beds and double garages.

"It's a surprise," he teased, leaning back in his seat again, chewing his candy open mouthed.

Begrudgingly, you leaning back too, letting the radio fill the silence and buffer the anticipation of Chuck's 'surprise'.

Eventually he leans forward in his seat, pulling the car up to a curb and stopping outside a house. He cut the headlights and let the darkness of the street envelope the car. On first appearances, the house looked like the rest of the houses on the street; double fronted, pale blue shutters, vanity lawn. That was until your eyes focused on through the darkness and you could see that it looked worse for wear. The paint on the shutters was greying and the lawn was nothing more than a browned patch of scrub.

"Who's house is this?" you ask, before another possibility dawns on you. "Aw, c'mon Chucky, I thought you weren't working tonight!" You'd barely seen him all week and you were about to be fucking pissed if he'd brought you along on a job when he promised you a date.

"I ain't working," he insisted, "this is recreational." He turns of the engine and gets out of the car, not waiting for you to follow.

Quickly you opened the passenger door and closed it behind you as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract attention from the goddam neighbourhood watch.

"You gonna tell me why we're visiting The Brady Bunch?"

He laughs shortly at your joke, walking slowly up the path to the door so you could catch up with him. "This place is haunted."

"That's bullshit," you laugh.

"Ah, maybe," he shrugs, "but people did get murdered here. It was in all the papers when I was a kid."

"Really?"

"Really. House never got sold again so we used to break in and see if we could see a real ghost."

"You never did?"

"Nah." He looks up at the decaying exterior. Sharp eyes scanning the cracked and gloomy windows. "Anyway, c'mon."

He jams a hard shoulder against the front door and it busts open in a cloud of dust. Chucky takes your hand and leads you inside.

"Chucky, this place is a death trap," you grumble, looking around at the debris on the ground, the bowing floorboards that you're scared will give out under your weight.

"It's fine," he snarks, heading straight up the stairs, a single-minded glint of determination in his wide, clear eyes.

You shouldn't have been surprised when you found yourself on your back, Chucky's weight pinning you to the dusty wood floor of what you presumed was the master bedroom.

"Chuck," you gasp, his cold hands unstoppable as they work under your clothes, unbuttoning your jeans and hooking into your panties.

Soon you stop feeling the cold, Chucky's heated skin against yours and his horrible, wonderful dirty talk in your ear. You can't help the sounds that leave you, wails and gasps and "oh, god, please".

"You keep screaming like that and people really will think this old place is haunted," he laughs, breathlessly. His stupid fucking laugh.

billy bibbit

"We ought to buy a few bags of candy in case any kids come by tomorrow night," you suggested. You were looking through the kitchen cupboards to see what you needed from your grocery store run.

"D-Do you th-think a lot of people w-w-will come?" Billy asks.

"I don't really know," you shrug, this was your first halloween living together and you didn't really know the area that well yet, "I've seen a few kids around but I don't know if there are more."

He shrugs back, though it's more like a nervous tic than a response. He waits a minute before saying, "I-if n-no one is g-going to come around, w-w-why don't w-we go out i-iiinstead?"

"What do you mean?"

"I-I-I know w-we're too old for t-t-trick or treating, b-but we could ssstill dress up a-and walk the neighbourhood?"

You consider it for a minute before your face lights up with an idea. "Billy, you're a genius!"

He's still smiling but looks at you with a questioning tilt of his brow.

"Ahh, c'mon we've got find some costumes!" you say, darting out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom, your half-finished shopping list left forgotten on the counter top.

Billy hurries after you, only slightly concerned about the excitement his suggestion seems to have unleashed in you.

Three hours later, you present your full costume to Billy. He's sat on the couch and admires you dutifully as you twirl in your long, black gown. Or, the closest approximation you could make to a gown out of what you had in your closest.

"You l-l-look a-amazing," he sighs, holding out his hand for you.

You take it, dipping as gracefully as you could manage to sit on his lap, "And you make an excellent Gomez." You kiss him on the cheek, leaving a smudge of blood red lipstick behind.

Billy's wearing a suit, his only suit that he brings out for special occasions, and you'd manage to tame his curls back into a prim and proper style for once.

"Are we ready to go?" you ask, reaching over the pick up the pillowcases you'd left on the coffee table.

"Y-yeah, it'll be fun?" he smiles, but there's a hint of a question in his voice, like he still isn't sure of his own idea.

"Sure will, you excited?" you ask, but before he can answer you tilt his chin, pressing your ruby lips to his.

When you pull away, he smiles again, sharp eyes softening for once as he glances from your lips to your eyes. "Y-yeah, I guess I-I am."

[lockoutkey]

Wax Melts In The Sun

Grian sat in his starter base, pacing up and down the stairs. He chewed on his nails, glancing at the clock on the wall. Where the hell was Pearl? They left for Last Life in a few days. They had to do this now or they wouldn't be able to go.

He heard a knock and sprinted over. No, he wasn't freaking out. He was perfectly fine. God, should he get Scar? He had helped him last time, but this was Pearl now. It was different. This wasn't something Scar would understand.

"Hey G, is everything set?" Pearl asked, walking through the house. She seemed so relaxed. How was she that calm? He had a panic attack before 3rd life began. Hell, the first time he did it himself he nearly died.

Grian followed her to his living room. "There's not much to set up, but yeah. You're sure you want to do this?"

Pearl nodded. "I'll be fine. I want to go to last life."

Grian sighed. There was nothing he could do to change her mind, he knew that already. It never hurt to try though.

Grian stared at the knife on the table. "Do you want to go first or should I?"

Pearl shuffled. "I've never done this, should you go first? Show me how so I don't mess up."

Grian sighed. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that. Come here."

Grian sat pearl down on his couch and handed her the knife. He walked her through the process. He made sure to show her the correct angles so everything would...be fine. As fine as it would be, at least. He had hoped they could find some other solution, but with the end turned off it was only fair.

The other's didn't ask and he didn't tell.

Pearl took a deep breath. Her hands were steady and the knife's blade was sharp. "Okay, I'm ready."

Grian had to make sure he was ready. He had distracted himself, but hadn't even had time to prepare himself. It was too late to back out. It was now or never. He motioned for her to stand up and help him push the couch back. He threw his sweater on the back, not that it would matter. It was red in the first place, nothing would change.

"Alright, I'm good." Grian gripped the pillow he had swiped.

"Do you want a countdown?" Pearl asked.

Grian debated it. "Sure, at least I can prepare myself a bit more."

Grian listen to Pearl count. He felt her hand on the space where his wing met his back. One was as far as she got. He felt a shearing pain slice through his left wing. He tried to scream but nothing came out. He tried to breathe. Why couldn't he breathe. He couldn't blink. He was paralyzed. The second rip on his right wing pushed sound out of his lungs. He could have shattered windows if he wasn't feeling every shift in his back.

His vision blurred and he vaguely heard Pearl call his name. He coughed in response, groaning on the floor. When had he fallen? He couldn't pick himself up, moving his arm was hell. He knew Pearl was doing something to his back because every touch sent his vision black. He felt himself be lfited into a sitting position. He glanced down and spotted bandages through his watering eyes. He glanced to the floor, blood dotting the previously clean planks.

He stared at the wings now limp on the ground. He knew he could put them back. Watcher magic never really left you after all. It didn't mean it wasn't horrifying to see. He pushed through the pain and forced himself to lift the giant apendages. He clicked the lock on his enderchest and shoved them in for safekeeping. He was sure Pearl was speaking to him, but his raw throat could barely form words.

"Grian, please say something. Did I do something wrong? Are the bandages on right? Did I mess up a cut?"

"You're fine." Grian rasped. "Let's get this over with."

Pearl hesitantly handed him the knife. He forced himself to keep a steady hand. He refused to ruin Pearl's wings. If he could leave as little scarring as possible, he would. She lifted her shirt and placed it with his. It was terrifying, removing another watcher's wings. He grabbed her wing and silently apologized.

He forced the knife through bone and flesh. He ignored her pained screams and quickly cut off her second wing. It fell to the floor with the first, knife dropping on top of the feathers. Pearl fell forward, he didn't have the strength to catch her.

Grian pushed through the burning. The fire was quite possibly worse the second time, but he can't imagine how it felt for Pearl. He wouldn't be surprised if Mumbo came and checked on them from his place in Treeza. Their screams of pain were probably heard by the Big Eyes Crew.

He crawled to the table and slammed his hand on the first aid kid. He should probably clean his hands, but neither he nor Pearl had time to care about that now. He had to stop her bleeding back. He would have to attach her wings if it wasn't wrapped, and that was even more painful than removing them.

"Pearl," He rasped out. "It's okay. I'll fix you up in a second. Just hold on."

She didn't respond and he didn't expect her to. He wwrapped the bandages around her, tight enough they wouldn't fall off but lose enough she would be comfortable. He thanked his shitty high school for giving him enough experiance that he knew basic medical care.

He carefully moved Pearl's wings into his enderchest, she could take them tomorrow, but for now he would keep them safe with his. He closed the lid and tossed the kit across the floor. It hit the leg of a chair somewhere. Maybe if someone came over they could get it for them. Actually, maybe they should have had a member of Boatem with them. But this was a very personal experiance that only the two would ever understand. In the end, it should only be them here, even if it would be safer.

Grian collapsed on his stomach, face falling onto his floor with a thump. He could see Pearl do the same out of the corner of his eye. He had put enough dressing and bandages that she would be okay until they both woke up from their soon to happen pain induced coma. He, however, could feel his own moving painfully on his wounds. He hadn't expected Pearl to have as much medical knowledge as him, so it was to be expected.

He felt a trickle onto his neck and closed his eyes. He didn't even have the will to make a sound of complaint. He had to fix it himself, he didn't have a choice. He slowly dragged himself across the floor, blood seeping out with his every move. He found the bandages once again and somehow pushed himself up enough that he could unwrap his own bandages. He worked as fast as he could, and by the time he wwas finished was ready to pass out from exaustion. He fell to the side, world swirling with his double vision. He checked on Pearl one last time before allowing himself to fall into darkness, a painful sleep overtaking him.

[a-tale-of-legends]

kinda new to your blog so sorry if youve already said these, but for the ask game- what are all of your ocs' starters? and do they have nicknames?

Hello!!! I hope you're enjoying your time here on my blog!

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Jin: Hello! My starter was treecko. She's a Sceptile now, haha. Her name is Vivian.

Kohaku: Oh man, remember when we first got our starters?! Oh that was so long ago....anyway, I chose Torchic -

Jin: Because you wanted to kick my ass back then.

Kohaku: Hey, I had Haru way before you got Vivian! And it's not my fault you lost to me on your first battle-

Jin: I'm only teasing, dear.

Kohaku: Yeah, yeah....anyway! Haru had been my since.... forever! He's a big strong Blaziken now too !

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Kenji: Oh! Starters? Ooooh hold on, I'll be right back! * Runs off shouting* TATUM!!!

Aiko: I don't have a tradition starter, since I already had Louie, my Azumarill. I've had him since he was an Azurill! Though I think my dad, Professor Elm, was planning to give me a chikorita until someone stole her.

Silver: You said countless of times that you didn't want a starter!

Aiko: True. But I like bugging you, so-

Silver: Oh my god-

Kenji, carrying a Feraligtr: OKAY I'M BACK!* Places the Feraligtr down* Sorry that took a bit. She was sparring with Apple.

Silver: Did you really have to carry here all the way here? You have her PokeBall.

Aiko: Yes. It means my training is working.

Silver: Chucks training.

Aiko: Which he taught to me and I taught to Kenji-

Kenji: ANYWAY! This is Tatum, with bestest girl in the world! * Squishes Tatum's face* Isn't that right girl?

Tatum: *happy noises*

Kenji: Yep! Ummm....who hasn't said anything- oh Beryl! BEEEERRRRRYYLLLLL-

Beryl: Kenji,I'm right here. I've been here the whole time.

Kenji: Oh. Sorry.

Beryl: It's fine. My starter was a cyndaquil by the way. He's a Typhlosion now. Not the hisuian one. His name is Asher.

Kenji: And that's our starters! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!

Aiko: YEAH THANKS!!!

Silver: Why are you two yelling-

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Danica: .....hey Kiran.

Kiran: Hm?

Danica: What was your starter.

Kiran:......wha? You already know- oh it's an ask.

Danica: Yep.

Kiran: You could have started with that.

Danica: Are you going to answer the question?

Kiran: Alright, fine. My starter was turtwig. He's a Torterra now and his name is Bodhi. There.

Danica: I chose Chimchar. Mostly so Barry wouldn't get her.

Kiran: I doubt that would have done much in terms of Barry's....Barryness.

Danica: Yes, but you love Barry's Barryness.

Kiran: A-and you don't?

Danica: You know exactly what I mean by that.

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Alexis: Starters? Well * gestures to the Samurott on resting near him* This is Kai. Given to me by professor juniper when we started our journey.

Elliot: Lucky for us, Kai had a twin of her own! *points to the Samurott lazily resting his chin on her lap* This lazy bum is River. I love him dearly.

Eva: My starter was Tepig! Her name is Hazel and she's the best!

Wayne: I never really planned to get a starter, or be a trainer in general. But Clay- I mean, Dad convinced me to get one. I got a snivy! Her name is Lexi and....is it surprising to say she's fully evolved?

Eva: Nah, you're just a cool trainer.

Wayne: Hehe....thanks.

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Okay so as much as I want to rp the xy protag and sm ones, it gets difficult as I'm doing a nuzlocke of y, so any team building for that is up in the air. However, I made a rule that the starter cannot die . For the SM protags, Ames has a starter, but Poppy is a bit hard for me write now.

Basically, Jude has a Froakie who I'm currently naming Zephyr, Dante is getting a chespin with no nickname right now. Amsonia got a Rowlet who I forgot the name of. Whoops. Poppy is a difficult case given I need to figure out how he fits into my version of sm.

Okay back to the rp!

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Naomi: O-oh! Hello! Um...oh man I wasn't prepared for this-

Carol: Yo! I chose Grookey! His name is Twigs!

Naomi: M-my starter was Sobble! His name is Neptune....

Carol: Water starters with water based names must run in the family huh?

Naomi: I....I guess so!

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And that's it!.....okay no. There's Sakura Ume and Zero Yamamoto. Buuuuuuut. I'm lazy lol. Also I haven't played as Zero yet.

I hope this was too your liking. I may have went overboard for such a simple task, but I had fun and I hope you have fun reading it!