#“ehh happens to me too so it's probably fine”

[ruby--chaos]

yk the more i research a bunch of different mental spices the more i realise that the things my friends had come to me about were, in fact, not normal things and me passing them off as "nah don't worry about it that happens to me too" was, in fact, not basis for it to be normal, we were just both mentally ill and unaware-

[rustyironskillet]

Day 12: Time Travel

“Sooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?” Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.

A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!

Batman didn’t give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed “community service hours”.

The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.

“Why?” 

“Well we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think it’d be best if we all got to know you better,” that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you can’t use those for school, he’s tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!

Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wally’s skull before saying, “Okay fine”.

The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.

“Depending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblings”

“Is your father a serial adopter too?” Tim joked.

“Yes and no”

“Huh?” 

“It’s pretty complicated,” Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.

However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantom’s statement.

“Ehh, it probably isn’t as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much trauma”

At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“I see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insane”

“Am I?” Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.

Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim.  

“You’re lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bit”

Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.

“Okay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parents” Phantom began, “but then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfather”

Megan raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?”

“‘Cause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple times”

“I see,” Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.

“There I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanity”

“I think that was a bit of an overreaction,” Wally joked.

“You tried to kill all of humanity? Why weren’t we told of this when it happened?” Kaldur'ahm asked.

“That was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,” Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didn’t not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.

“What happened next?,” Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.

“I was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,” Phantom continued to explain, “so I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken away”.

“Is your therapist open to seeing new patients?” Konner asked.

“No, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number instead”

“Sure, that’ll work”

“Okay,” Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, “The thing is I can’t go back to living with my real parents because they don’t know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfather”

“You gotta be kidding me” Tim groans.

“Exactly what I said!!” Phantom put his arm up defensively, “Fortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty of”

Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.

“Anyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess I’d have to considered the other me as my brother”

“Damn bitch your family is crazy” Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantom’s tough skin.

As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.

“You all were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago”

[confessionsofatvjunkie]

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Eddie isn’t stupid. He knows he’s an attractive man, he notices the looks he gets when he goes out in public. Putting on the uniform only makes it worse. He can’t count how many times he’s been hit on while actively trying to save someone’s life. It’s flattering, it really is, but there’s a time and a place for that, and asking for someone's number while they’re trying to splint your broken leg isn’t it! 

Ever since he managed to screw things up with Marisol so spectacularly, everyone at the firehouse has been asking when he’s going to get back out there, and since he doesn't have an answer for them, he just jokes it off and changes the subject. It’s not like he wants to be alone forever, especially with Chris being in Texas and the ample free time that’s left him with. Of course he’d like a partner. He just doesn’t want it to be so much work. 

Which is probably how he let Buck talk him into going out tonight. He came up to him after their shift, throwing his giant body down in a huff on the bench next to where Eddie is packing his duffle to start a glorious 48 off of work. 

“So what are your plans tonight?” He asks, there’s something in his voice, it’s his I’ve got something up my sleeve voice, but Eddie is too tired to indulge him right now. 

“Uhh, gonna catch up on laundry, then probably order in, watch the game.” 

Buck is quiet, eyeing him suspiciously, Eddie knows what’s coming so he braces for impact, a small smile pulls at the corner of full lips, “Ehh! Wrong answer!” Buck imitates a buzzer noise as he scoops up Eddie’s duffle and heads to the employee parking lot. Eddie follows behind like a lost duckling. 

“How are my own plans a wrong answer,” Eddie asks, snatching back his duffle and tossing it in the truck. 

“Because you're going out with me tonight!” 

“No. I’m not.” 

“Yes, you are,” Buck repeats, “We have the next 24 hours free, and you’re not going to spend the weekend before Halloween doing laundry. Especially when we have to work actual Halloween and you know what a shit show that usually is. We have to celebrate when we can.” 

“But I need to do laundry, and I hate Halloween,” Eddie protests.

“Since when?” Buck asks, a baffled expression on his face. 

Eddie sighs, reaching up to push back the swoop of hair that’s fallen onto his forehead, “since my son, my sole reason for celebrating the Holiday in the first place, is almost a thousand miles away.” 

A look of pained understanding crosses Buck's face, followed by the mischievous grin Eddie has always had a hard time saying no to, “that’s exactly why you’re coming out with me tonight Eddie, it’ll keep you from sitting at home, moping over Christopher. Besides, when was the last time we were both single at the same time? We can be each other's wingmen.” 

“Buck, you’ve been single for 4 days,” Eddie points out. He’s not sure what happened with Tommy, Buck hasn’t told him yet. He would, in time, Eddie knows that, but even for Buck 1.0 a 4 day rebound period seems a bit much. 

“I’m not looking to get married here Eddie, just looking to have a fun night out with my best friend,” Buck replies, a slight edge to his voice. 

Eddie knows they can go back and forth like this for hours, but in the end he’ll give in, he always does where Buck is concerned, “Fine! God, you’re a menace, but I’m not dressing up,” he states with finality, slamming the truck door and starting the engine. 

Buck slaps the hood as he heads to the Jeep, he turns back to Eddie, “that’s easy, just wear your Uni shirt. Boom, instant costume.” 

Eddie groans and starts to pull out of his parking spot, how bad could it be, he thinks as he heads home to shower and get ready. 

***

Yep, putting the uniform on always makes it worse. 

Eddie feels several pairs of eyes on him and Buck the second they enter the dark nightclub. He capitulated, and wore his Uni shirt, but even that he did with protest. Buck is wearing a vest, no shirt, and cowboy hat. He said he ordered chaps to go over his jeans, but they didn’t get delivered in time. 

He looks good, and Eddie thinks it okay to acknowledge that. After all, aesthetics are aesthetics. Buck has really been focusing on the gym lately and all that hard work is starting to show. So Eddie is pretty sure it’s no big deal when Buck picks him up that his breath catches a little in his chest at the sight of copious amounts of smooth, even skin. That it’s fine if his eyes linger on the column of flesh laid bare between either side of the vest that draws an arrow of skin down to thick hips clad in very tight denim. It’s okay, because he’s just admiring his friends' hard work. 

This is going to be a disaster, he thinks, the music in the stuffy room already too loud. A pretty brunette in a vintage Cigarette Girl costume stops in front of them, her tray loaded down with little plastic cups filled with some black and orange substance… Eddie bends to take a closer look… jello. They’re serving jello shots, he hasn’t done jello shots since basic. 

He looks over at Buck who has already scooped one up and downed it. The muscles in his throat work around the jello as he swallows. He thanks the girl as he stuffs a couple singles in her tip cup and passes one to Eddie, “Bottoms up my friend.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes but accepts the little cup and runs his finger around the edge to loosen it, he looks up and sees Buck transfixed by the movement, they make eye contact and there’s something he can’t name in his friend's expression. But Buck, being Buck,  just smiles bigger and raises his eyebrows in an expectant manner. Eddie downs the shot, and the night goes a little blurry from there. 

***

It’s a few hours later and Eddie’s pretty much done. He’s having fun, but he’s not as young as he used to be and has definitely hit his wall. They’ve spent the night alternating between jello shots and cheap IPA’s, making the rounds to socialize with the crowd, he’s even danced a bit… and at every turn Eddie has had people asking about his “costume,” asking where he got it, then watching their eyes fill with interest when he says it’s his actual uniform, yes really, yes he’s an actual firefighter. 

He’s also had his biceps, waist, hips, and even his ass, grabbed by more strangers than he can count. So yeah, he’s done. Which he’d love to tell Buck about, but he’s still on the dance floor pressed between Lola Bunny and Maverick from Top Gun, and Eddie is stuck at the bar being interrogated by a Sanderson sister. 

“So you’re really a real firefighter?” She asks for the 5th time. 

“Yep, I’m really a real firefighter,” he answers. 

“That’s so awesome, I love firefighters, is it scary running into all those burning buildings?” 

She’s asked that already too, and Eddie is starting to suspect she’s drunker than he first thought. He really wants to go, but he’s waiting for Buck and everytime he tries to get away from her, she starts asking the same series of questions, her body way closer than he’d like. He’s trying to not be a dick because she’s not done anything wrong, a place like this is made for overindulging, close dancing, and lots of flirty, Eddie’s just not feeling it. 

He’s about to try and excuse himself for the third time when he feels a set of strong arms encircling him from behind. With as much as he’s been groped tonight you’d think he’d be on the defensive, but something about these particular arms are very familiar. Buck has pressed up behind him, arms coming around his waist in a tight embrace, Eddie barely has time to catalog  what he’s feeling when Buck nuzzles into Eddie’s neck, lips pressed against his overheated skin, and lets out a hot breath as he says, “Sorry to keep you waiting babe, the line to the bathroom was crazy long. Who’s your friend?” 

Eddie, who has yet to exhale since Buck touched him, sees confusion, then understanding spread across the young woman’s face. It takes her realization for Eddie to make his own, Buck’s helping him out of a jam. Pretending to be his date to get out of an annoying conversation. It’s absolutely something Buck would do. So why does Eddie suddenly feel disappointed?

Still unable to move, or speak, Eddie listens as the girl introduces herself and apologizes for flirting with Buck’s man. Buck chuckles good naturedly, and says he doesn’t blame her, who wouldn’t flirt with someone so hot? They share a laugh, but Eddie is still mute. Buck has released him and positioned him so that Eddie’s back is against the bar. Buck has one arm propped behind his back, caging him against the left side of his, oh so large from this angle, body. The heat that is pouring off him is making it impossible for Eddie to catch his breath.

He listens to the conversation for a few more seconds, watching as this Sanderson sister starts to look over Buck’s tall frame and nearly naked chest. The lust filled haze Eddie has been dodging for the last 15 minutes settles over her again, and Eddie knows exactly where her mind is, and he’s absolutely not here for it. Finally moved to action he raises his left hand and brings it to settle on the soft spot where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder, thumb resting right by the hollow between his collar bones, and Eddie swears he can feel Buck’s pulse pick up. 

Buck turns into Eddie’s touch, making eye contact right as the woman, now all but forgotten, not so subtly suggests the three of them go somewhere more private. Eddie hears himself reply, “Sorry honey, I don’t share,” as he wraps his fingers around the back of Buck’s neck and pulls him into a breathtaking, soul shattering, explosive kiss.  

The second his lips meet Buck’s everything makes sense. Everything. Every embarrassing flutter he felt in the locker room after baseball practice. How his love for Shannon grew out of their friendship and not any physical connection, and why being on deployment for so long was never as difficult for him as it was for his friends. Why it never could have worked with Ana or Marisol. 

He doesn’t expect to have some huge revelation about his sexuality in a dark nightclub while his best friend's tongue is halfway down his throat, but here he is, and he doesn’t want it to end, and if the hard length currently pressing into his hip is an indication, neither does Buck. 

Eddie breaks the kiss and already misses it. He rests his forehead against Buck’s, they’re quiet for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes, but those full lips of Buck’s, now swollen and kiss stung, break into a full smile, and then they’re giggling. Buck ducks his head back down and captures Eddie’s lips again in another brief kiss, capturing Eddie’s lower lip in his teeth. The sensation causes a sound Eddie is sure he’s never made to escape him, it's somewhere between a moan and a whine and it makes Buck giggle again. Buck leans into Eddie’s ear and whispers, “Take me home.” 

Buck’s loft is closer to the club than Eddie’s place, so that’s where they head. They kiss in the Uber the whole way there, lips crushed together, hands exploring everyplace that is semi proper to explore when you’re in a car with a complete stranger. Eddie know’s a part of him should be embarrassed by his behavior, he’s never done anything so bold in public before. But then again he’d never made out with Buck before, so suddenly he can’t make himself care enough to stop. 

On the elevator, while Eddie’s head is thrown back to make room for Buck to feather kisses down his throat, Eddie cards the fingers of his right hand through soft, bouncy curls and tugs gently, eliciting a soft moan from Buck, “Hey,” he tugs again to get his attentions, “hey, look at me,” he whispers. 

Buck stands to his full height and brings his arms up on either side of Eddie, holding him in place against the wall of the elevator, Eddie looks into brilliant blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, “Hi,” he whispers. 

Eddie smiles, “Hi,” he replies, and takes a deep breath, knowing his next question might break the spell, “should we talk about this?” 

Buck’s face is unreadable, “Absolutely.” 

Eddie nods, “Okay, so - -” 

Buck cuts him off, “Tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, Eddie, tomorrow. I’m sorry, if it's selfish, but I’ve waited a lot longer than I can even admit to myself for you to meet me here, and all I want to do tonight is enjoy this.”

An emotion Eddie’s pretty sure has always been there blooms in his chest and catches Buck’s face in his hands as he asks, “You have?” 

Buck turns into one of Eddie’s hand and presses a hot kiss to his palm, “Yeah baby, I have, and I know we have a lot to discuss, and figure out, but all I want to do right now is take you inside and then take you apart,” he kisses Eddie’s palm again, then the inside of his wrist, “over and over again,” Eddie shudders as the door of the elevator opens and Buck leads them into the hall. 

“Tomorrow's good,” Eddie sighs as Buck brings his lips back up to Eddie’s neck, he nips lightly and the playfulness of the moment only further ignites Eddie. They’re kissing again as they finally reach the door, Eddie has Buck pressed against the wall, taking his turn at peppering kisses over the impossibly smooth skin of his chest. Buck has one hand at the back of Eddie’s head, guiding his movement, the other fumbling in the pocket of his jeans looking for his key. 

When Buck begrudgingly breaks contact to turn and unlock the door he spots a blue and white envelope on his door mat, he leans down to pick it up, then huffs, “of course they’d come after the party is over,” he’s turning to pull Eddie into the dark loft behind him, when he see him eyeing the package in his hand curiously.

Eddie looks up at Buck, a cat that got the cream glint in his eye, “that’s the last part of your costume?” 

Buck nods, and a look he likes very much crosses Eddie's face, “Buck,” we say, voice low. 

“Yeah?” 

“Put them on.” 

Buck laughs, as Eddie pushes him into the darkness, shutting and locking the door behind them, and from that night on, Halloween becomes Eddie’s favorite holiday of the year. 

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine taking UTA and Luffy trick or treating with Shanks

Shanks: thanks for doing this, I know you probably had other plans for tonight.

You: *a friend of Makino's who volunteered to take Luffy for the night* It's really no problem, my plans changed when my friend got sick and had to cancel her party, so figured I take Luffy for the night, so both he and Makino could have fun.

Shanks: A party? Is that why you're in costume? Well, Uta'll be pleased, she was very insistent about all of us dressing up for her first time trick or treating.

You: Oh it's her first time?

Shanks: yeah it's something that's only practiced here in the East Blue

Luffy: Hurry up you two, people are starting to go already.

Uta: Yeah! If you take too much longer there isn't gonna be any candy left!

Shanks: Yes, yes, we're coming.... I like your costume by the way, it suits you.

Uta: ( TT n TT) What about my costume?

Shanks: Yours is gorgeous my sweet.

You: *nods your head* I can tell you put in a lot of work into it.

Uta: whatever, I have candy to collect. *runs off *

An hour later

Uta: *notices the way Shanks is looking at you*

Luffy: *runs to you and jumps into your arms* Look! Look! That house was passing out full sized candy bars!

You: oh wow, never seen that in this neighborhood before.

Uta and Shanks: *come over from playing a game at a neighboring house*

Shanks: what's going on?

Luffy: Uta, this house is giving away full sized candy bars. Jumps down*

Uta: EHH! No way! I want one! *pulls Luffy towards the door and rings the bell.*

Old lady: *answers the door*

Uta and Luffy: Trick or treat!

Old lady: *looks between Uta and Luffy, before glancing up at you and Shanks* Oh my, how scary! Who do we have here?

Luffy: I'm a pirate

Uta: and I'm a pop star. *Throws up a peace sign and winks*

Old Lady: I can see, you're very sparkly, dear. *let's Uta pick out a full sized candy bar from a selection* Now I believe I already gave you candy bar.

Luffy: *grins and nods* he he, yeah, thanks, I just came to bring her. You've already paid the toll.

Shanks: *wraps his arm over your shoulders and sighs*

Old lady: *catches the red head out of the corner of her eye and hands Luffy two more candy bars* Why don't you take these to your lovely parents. *Gestures towards you and Shanks*

Uta and Luffy: *look over at you two*

Uta: That's my dad! Keep your hands to yourself!

Luffy: but he's the one touching them?

Uta: and you're not my brother *shoves Luffy and marches over to you*, and you're a stranger.

Shanks: *mutters* Hopefully not for long.

Uta: What was that!

Shanks: I mean, I know we've only met a few times, but I want to get to know you.

You: really?

Uta: What!

Shanks: yeah, *ignoring his child* if that's okay.

You: okay, sure.

Uta: This is not happening!

Luffy: what's the big deal, it's not like they'll be setting sail with you... wait! If they get to go, take me too!

Uta: *throws the first punch* You're not coming either.

Luffy: You wanna go, fine, winner gets to go with Shanks, loser gets to stay here with my Grandpa. *Dodges Uta's fist and throws a punch of his own*

Shanks: Uta, knock it off!

Uta: More like, knock him out, cause that's what I'm gonna do. *gut punches Luffy

You: Luffy, you don't hit girls.

Luffy: no, you don't hit people weaker than you, which makes her free game, because she's older and bigger, and she knows how to defend herself.

You: does she?

Shanks: yeah, I wanted to make sure she could stand up for herself, and others *Pulls them apart and has to wrestle back Luffy.* Stop moving, ya damn brat!

Luffy: Never! *Flails harder*

Uta: *knows better than to fight Shanks on this and sulks beside you,* He would never choose you over me.

You: I promise I would never ask him to choose me over you. Okay? *Holds out your pinky*

Uta: *hooks your pinky in hers* I'll hold you to that while making no promises of my own.

You: I want you to get to know me as well, for Luffy, you're an important friend of his. So that makes you important to me too.

Uta: Fine, I guess I'll be doing you a big favor, because I'm gonna be famous one day. I'm gonna become the best singer in the world.

You: Well I guess I'll have to get tickets to your concert when it comes to this island.

Uta: You'd come see me perform!

You: I'd love to hear you sing, you could even pick the song.

Uta: I'm performing at Makino's bar tomorrow night at three, don't be late. Oh, and ticket cost a candy bar.

You: Yes, you make have my bar, and I'll be there a two thirty, and you can tell me the tales of the adventures of Uta and Luffy.

Uta: *points* HA! They agree with me, Luffy!

Luffy: Wait what?

Uta: They agree with me that "Uta and Luffy" is a much better than "Luffy and Uta."

Luffy: What! (Y/n), you're my friend, you're not supposed to agree with her!

Shanks: Sorry kid, "Uta and Luffy" flows better.

Luffy: I'd suddenly rather be home with Makino.

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Part 26

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Part 25 🟣 Part 27

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Fluff, ongoing vampire shenanigans, angst, Mike being an idiot, feral!Walter.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Soooo we're back with another instalment of the vampyboys! We're not hating on jellybeans today, no worries! (Ain't that a relief?) Enjoy!

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@sarcasmoverlordxo

“Hey, Mikey…” Your voice came out hesitant and small. Not for any particular reason, other than an especially useless fear of rejection. “Would you please feed?”

“Oh, yeah, sure!” He sounded surprised, especially when you stopped him from going for your neck. “Ohhhhh, like that!” He grinned up at you while simultaneously pulling the hem of your shirt up. You let him take it off, barely noticing when he took off your bra as well.

“There’s one more thing I’d like you to do,” you muttered. You were so certain you wanted this, and so afraid Mike wouldn’t be okay with it…

“Anything, Sweetcheeks,” he said with a big smile while he wriggled his way down until his face was where it needed to be.

“I want you to leave the bite,” you whispered, stroking his cheek.

Mike moved back up, leaning his forehead against yours. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “More than anything. Don’t get me wrong, I want the others like that as well, even if they don’t know it yet—”

“They know,” he interrupted. “We’ve been talking about it, kinda… August complained that he wanted to mark you, and Sherlock countered that he wouldn’t let that happen unless he got a black-on-white promise from you that he’d get his turn, too. He was kind of aggressive about it. I— ehh… I really think we should let them know about this.”

“Wise words,” you mumbled. “I'm impressed.”

“I hope the offer to let me feed my favorite way still stands, though?” he asked, smiling at you like he was looking at his favorite thing in the whole world — which probably wasn't even too far from the truth.

“Why do you like that so much,” you wondered out loud. There had to be more to it than a simple love for boobs, right? You looked down at Mike, who looked up at you, his deep frown telling you he didn't appreciate the disturbance just as he was about to sink his teeth into you.

“I think by now we've established that I have severe abandonment issues,” Mike said. It sounded like he was joking, but you knew he wasn't. It was a silly coping mechanism, and you weren't going to accept that this time.

“Yeah, I noticed,” you said softly, running a hand through his unruly curls. “But we can't always accommodate those, Mikey. That wouldn't be healthy, either.”

“Are you suggesting I go to therapy?” Mike said, faking shock and indignation. Then, he smiled. “Great idea, Sweetcheeks. Which is why I scheduled an appointment immediately after I came back from… being gone, I guess? But the waitlist is kinda long, so… It'll be a while.”

“I'm proud of you,” you hummed as Mike finally got to start his dinner — well, snack. You immediately sensed his desire for closeness, intimacy and, just like last time, you — ‘boobs' and ‘blood' were actually very low on the list. You locked your fingers in his hair and sighed, almost with relief. There was no need to pull him closer: he took care of that for you just fine, wrapping his arms and legs around you in the most adorable, comfort-seeking way.

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with Mike's need to be taken care of, stronger than anything he'd desired up until this point, and when you unclenched your fist to move your hand…

“No! Don’t let go of me.”

“I'm not letting go, silly,” you whispered, stroking his hair and the back of his head. You were about halfway on your way to realizing what had happened when you felt Mike's teeth retreat and he looked up at you with big eyes full of shock.

“I didn't say that out loud,” he stammered. “I know I didn't say that out loud, because I very specifically remember thinking I didn't want to say that out loud.”

“That's…” But you were out of bed before you could speak, with Mike at your side who was furiously knocking on a door at the end of… some hallway — you weren't even sure it was the same hallway your room was on. Mike had managed to put a shirt on you, but it was both inside out and backwards.

“Sher-lock, open this door! Now!” What was this door made of? Reinforced concrete? Mike was definitely slamming it hard enough to…

“What the devil is going on, Mike?” A disgruntled Charles appeared behind you. “Unless you somehow managed to accidentally almost kill her, I hardly think this can't wait until morning.”

Marshall appeared next to Charles, with an equally unhappily surprised look on his face. “What did you do now?” His eyes dropped to your chest, where they rested for much longer than what you considered appropriate. He kept his gaze locked on you for so long, that you looked down yourself. Mike, in his infinite wisdom, had put you in a white shirt, that now showed two very obvious red dots at boob-height, and you watched Marshall as he clearly summoned every shred of restraint in his broad, imposing body to keep himself from dragging you back to his room — or maybe even just taking you right here, you weren't quite sure.

“I'm considering ‘right here’,” he growled at you.

“Am I stating the obvious when I say it would not be appreciated?” Sherlock said from the doorway as he dodged Mike's fist, which he’d still been slamming into the wooden door with nearly unperceivable speed and strength. “Might I inquire as to Mike, what the fuck?” For God knows what reason, hearing Sherlock swear was hot.

“She heard my thoughts,” Mike said breathlessly.

“Were you feeding?” Charles said, taking Mike's quick nod for an answer. “Well, there's your—”

“Mike doesn't hear thoughts, Charles,” Marshall reminded him quietly. “I do.”

“And you're sure it was a thought?” Sherlock asked carefully.

Mike nodded furiously. “Hell yeah. And not something I was even planning on saying out loud. So. That's Marshall's gift, right? She heard my thoughts using his gift while I was feeding. That's weird, right?”

“Uncommon? Yes,” Sherlock said with amusement to his voice. “Weird? Not particularly. Apparently, she has an aptitude for the gift.” He turned to you. “We might see if we could train it, if you're interested. Tomorrow. Now, please leave. I’d like to get back to bed.”

“I thought you didn't need to sleep,” you said with a smile.

“Oh, I don't think we interrupted his sleep, Sweetcheeks,” Mike said while his normal smile widened into a cheeky grin. Was he implying… The mental image of Sherlock, ehm… taking care of himself was almost too much.

“Mike…” you started, intending to tell him to stop joking, but as you watched Sherlock’s cheeks, which were suddenly flushed… Mike was right. That was… unexpected.

“Darling, I—” He stammered the words so softly you barely heard him.

“Goodnight, Sherlock,” you said with a smile. He wouldn't be apologizing for another damn thing. Not something as mundane as this. Not on your watch.

Sherlock was gone before you blinked, and Charles was nowhere in sight anymore, either. That left just you and Mike, and a once more very intense-looking Marshall in the otherwise empty hallway.

A heavy hand closed around your throat — not squeezing, just… holding you. The other, you saw from the corner of your eye — held Mike pinned to the wall.

“I don't care,” he said, his voice a deep, threatening growl, “that he gets laid three times for every single chance I get. I really don't.” Sure didn't sound like he didn't care… “But this is the second time he's paraded you around like this — bleeding and wet… Is that for him, love? Because he likes to spend his time sucking on your tits?” His hand moved from your throat to your chest, where he brutally squeezed the boob Mike had used as a juice box. You winced when he put his fingers directly over the bite. “Is it sore? I bet he didn't take care of that bite the way he knows he should before he rushed you out of his room, now did he?”

He pulled your shirt up with one hand, still pinning Mike to the wall with the other, and sealed his mouth over your nipple, covering the wounds Mike's teeth had left, and he ran his tongue over both marks with great care. Mike squirmed against the wall while he watched, powerless in Marshall's tight grasp. For the first time since the ambush, you took the time to take a good look at the way Marshall was holding him, and you noticed his feet didn't touch the floor.

“Mike,” he growled when he took his mouth off your breast again. “If you do this to me one more fucking time, I'm going to ask August for the keys to the" — he side-eyed you for a split second — “basement, where I'll chain you to the goddamn wall, and then I'll fuck her right in front of your eyes, understood?” Ehh, did you have a say in this? Not that what you'd be saying wouldn't be ‘yes, please', but still. It was nice to be consulted every now and again.

When Mike's feet hit the floor again, he grinned at Marshall. Bold choice, if you were perfectly honest. You probably would have gone with ‘cowering in fear of what he'd do to you', but alright. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said casually before walking off, leaving you standing there with Marshall.

“Punk,” Marshall muttered under his breath before smiling at you and turning around.

“What's in the basement, Marshall?” you said as he started to walk away. “Marshall! What's. in. the. basement?”

He was already gone, of course — as was Mike — and you were standing in the unfamiliar-looking hallway all by yourself, telling yourself that it was physically impossible for the hallway to become longer the longer you looked at it. Mike hadn't picked one of the doors you saw, so you had to be in a different part of the house. A different floor, maybe.

“I'll take you back to Mike,” Sherlock's voice sounded softly behind you. “It's a bit of a maze, especially in the beginning.” He silently asked for permission to carry you, which you granted him, and within seconds you were at the right door.

Sherlock knocked before you could. “Girlfriend delivery,” he said, waiting for Mike to reply before he opened the door — probably a wise decision. You could never be certain what you'd find where Mike was concerned.

“Mike,” you said as you crawled into bed with him again and Sherlock left the room. “What's in the basement?”

“A wine cellar,” Mike said, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Some storage…”

“Mike!” you hissed.

“Now, if someone told you August had the keys to a special room in the basement of this house — as Marshall did — what would your very first guess be?” he teased.

“Sex dungeon,” you blurted out without thinking about it for so much as a second. On top of that being so completely on brand for August, it was also the only thing that would remotely make sense considering the conversation that had just taken place.

Mike grinned from ear to ear. “Duh. It's not technically his, by the way,” Mike told you. “And, before you ask, yes there are restraints that we — or… Me, specifically, apparently,” — he glared at you — “can't break. Why you wanna tie me up, babe?”

“Because I think it would be so fun to watch you squirm, especially since you’ll know exactly what I’ll so desperately want to do to you,” you said with an evil smile. Mike groaned — it was the sweetest sound on the planet, as far as you were concerned.

“You’re mean,” he muttered as he snuggled into your side, pulling the covers tight around him. “And Marshall is mean, too.”

“Why is he mean?” Your mouth morphed into a sweet smile involuntarily. “Because of the threats he made back there?”

“No, that sounded like a perfectly exciting night, actually.” Mike grinned up at you. “His stupid gift ruined my snack.”

[violet-moonstone]

THW Rewrite

More headcannons because I have not been able to stop thinking about this franchise for the past 13 years, and I have over a decade's worth of opinions.

I've already posted some of these ideas but ehh it's fine.

While I enjoyed watching it for the first time, THW was disappointing to me for a variety of reasons. (The music was probably the best out the franchise though, I'll say that) Grimmel didn't reach his full villain potential since the writers used Ruffnut's lack of judgment as his key to success instead of him being a capable strategist. (Also they did my girl so dirty. She may be a dumbass, but she's not an idiot!) I don't like that the dragons left after just 6 years. I don't like that all the riders except for Hiccup and Astrid are just played for laughs instead of shining like they do in RTTE. I don't like whatever the hell Snotlout's obsession with Valka was, and I didn't like Toothless' "romance" with the Light Fury. I hate that even dragons can't escape half-developed romance and a nuclear family as the ultimate character accomplishment.

So here are my edits (looking back, there's quite a bit going on, so it may need to be split into 2 movies or a short TV series)

The time jump happens between movies 2 and 3. (I want a full movie with bearded Hiccup and "Homecoming" does NOT count) 10-15 years have passed, so the riders are about 30-35. Zephyr and Nuffink are either little kids or preteens and are getting to an age where they're starting to train dragons.

Astrid is more rough around the edges like she was in HTTYD 1 and Rob/Dob/RTTE, not just Hiccup's supportive gf/wife. Instead of making her softer, motherhood has made her fiercer because she has more people to protect. Hiccup on the other hand is a doting father and can't say no to the kids if they give him puppy dog eyes: heart melted every time.

Toothless finds his original flock(?)/herd?/murder?/unkindness?/parliament? of Night Furies instead of just one "soulmate". Each can have their own personalities and roles in the group while Toothless is the baby. I think it would be interesting if, like Hiccup, Toothless was quite small compared to his peers - potentially explaining why he was on his own and got separated from the group before meeting Hiccup.

Dagur and Heather are brought into a council meeting as Berserker allies. Hiccup greets them in a way that clarifies things for audience members who haven't watched the show. I suppose Mala would also be in it too. I don't dislike Mala but I hate her and Dagur's relationship. More development needed there.

Gustav should be there too, still very much trying to prove himself as a dragon rider and occasionally messing things up.

In terms of the main plot and villains, I'm not too picky, although I've said before that I'm tired of dragon mind-control being the main villain tool. I'm fine with it if Drago comes back as the villain, but if not, the villain should just be dragon hunters or rival dragon riders who use their dragons for conquering/raiding other settlements.

It can hit pretty much hit the same story beats as before but with better character dynamics.

Make Ruff and Tuff more instrumental to mischief and redirection in a way that helps the plot.

Give Fishlegs more credit for his discoveries and record-keeping about dragons.

Snotlout and Eret are together (or implied to be together if that's the best we can get). Snotlout is also no longer Hiccup's rival - he should be his second in command. They can disagree from time to time, but ultimately, his loyalty is not in question.

Fishlegs and Ruffnut have kids who cause chaos with Zephyr and Nuffink.

It would be cool to include a couple characters from other parts of the world with dragon mythology. I understand that Vikings are white but if we have goddamn flying dragons, there's no reason there can't be visitors from other cultures (who aren't villains).

Ending option 1: The movie can end with the dragons going away, but now they've been with the Berkians for over a decade and it just feels more impactful.

The "there were dragons when I was a boy" line can either be Hiccup talking to his grandson after an even longer time jump, or Nuffink talking to his own kids about Hiccup's adventures.

Ending 2: the Berkians go to The Hidden World with the dragons. Hiccup writes a memoir to leave behind. We hear him reading from it at the beginning and assume that means dragons are going to leave, but it's actually a diversion to make people think dragons are gone so no one tries to look for them.

Ending 3: We accept that HTYYD takes place in a different world so we don't have to explain why dragons don't live among us anymore. The movie ends with Hiccup vowing to make the archipelago safe for all dragons and Nuffink and Zephyr take up the mantle of discovering new dragons. The dragons stay and they all live happily ever after, the end :)

I'm tempted to actually write this as a fanfiction but I already got a lot of writing projects atm. We shall see.

edit: I'm writing it

[luridon]

Imago Dei

A story of zealotry and bugs.

Or: Could you love a worm?

♡characters: yandere!bug x  deity!reader

♡warnings: MINORS DNI, bugs, blood, cannibalism, murder, obsession, gore, animal death, eldritch themes where YOU are the incomprehensible horror, religious themes, body horror, suicidal thoughts in an I have no mouth and I must scream kinda way, no smut but this is probably worse than smut honestly,  MINORS DNI

♡notes: Buggy People. Bug themes. Fantasyish bug world. Arachnophobes and entomophobes beware. You guys know the adventure time episode with tiny people on a separate plane of reality/existence that's sort of the logic we're operating on. This is the inverse of the "would you love me if I was a worm" meme because the worm comes first here. Does this count as bestiality is that what this is?? Ehh this is xenofiction ish this is FINE everything's FINE we don't have to psychoanalyze this we're all FINE this is all in good fun wtf did I write this

♡w/c: 2k+ | ♡masterlist♡ |

You chose him from the swarm.

You were a thing he could not comprehend, a being so vast his kind's vision was simply incapable of perceiving them in their entirety. You, in comparison, had an eye was so great you saw all his kin at once. You saw the lands beyond, their deep caverns and glass-castled cities, their seas-

And you saw him, an insignificant creature among many. A weak worm writhing among his brethren in the dirt. Your silver claws descended, and you plucked his prone form from the slums of his nest.

The elders had whispered of godkin and cruelty, of their favored being fed the still-squirming flesh of his kind. It was of little concern to him, a young thing starved and cold. He thought only of hunger. If not that, then of an end. . .but that end did not come.

For a moment and an eternity, you tended to him. You brought fresh fruit to his maw, the pulp dripping with sweet nectar. Though hesitant, his hunger won, and he ravenously tore into the meal. He was cradled in flesh soft and warm as he fed, and he could feel your lifeblood pulse beneath the plane of it. Slowly, he had his fill of the nectar, and he regained his strength.

Your great eye gazed upon him through it all. A low sound murmured all about him, and the maw that could have so easily devoured everyone he knew in a bite bared strange ivory fangs. He could do nothing but bare his own black fangs, to try and understand-

And that was his mistake. 

The world fell.

Once again, he was upon the meager dirt, only now his belly was full. He shifted about, but your warm hold was gone, so too was your gaze.

Your favor had ended as quickly as it came. You had vanished from the skies beyond, from the everything in his small, lowly world.

No matter what he asked of the elders or his peers, none could say what had happened.

Why would godkin care for us?  they scoffed, if they even believed in gods to begin with. You imagined things in your delirium. Banish these strange dreams from you head, child. They will only plague you.

Plagued indeed. He was haunted by your strange act. Why had you done so? Why had you shown kindness to such an insignificant creature, a runt fit to only to be torn apart by the rest of his nest when he'd finally keel over and die?

He could not understand.

He wanted to understand.

He wanted to feel that warmth, that gaze that found him worthy, taste that nectar, sweet and cool, hear that soothing god-tongue, even if he could not discern a word. Nothing but a daydream, whispered the nest, but he knew-

You were real. The stories of godkin must have come from somewhere. He would seek you, and understand.

To do so required sacrifice.

To survive, one needed strength. For strength, one needed sustenance, and in the nest, there was no better fare than flesh still fresh and bleeding.

Those the godkin favored fed upon lower beings, so the stories went.

As he tore into the flesh of those he felled, he thought the tales true. The tenderness of their bodies filled him with strength, and he felt something stirring within him with every dripping mouthful.

There were whispers of the power to change. Even the weak could grow strong. Even worms could grow wings and horns and armor.

A vain hope, some would say, clicking their fangs with disdain, delighting in small, pitiful pleasures. We are all destined to die as we are. Is it not lovely, to die as we are?

You did not let him die. He must have been destined for more.

He grew larger, and braver. From the deceased he went to hunt weaklings, then the hale, than the strong. Their cries were heeded no more than their scorn. Their blood wet his maw, their flesh filled his stomach.

They must have believed in gods then. They must have believed in you, for they were within him, a part of him, and he believed in you. Gods like worship, no? Now a whole nest sought you as he did.

Still, you did not appear.

The offering must not have been grand enough. It was a gift so paltry, of course it was unworthy of your attention. What did you seek then? Is there anything you could desire? What would it take to win your favor once more?

He despaired in the ravaged nest, and full and a weary from the fight and the feast, he fell into a deep sleep.

There are rumors of a beast.

One that devoured towns, one that ruined kingdoms led even by the great queens of earth and nectar. Walls of crystal and mazes deep could not save their people. Claw and venom, stinger and wing- none could halt the monster.

It would come and conquer, feasting upon the fallen. It was horrible sight, a beast with armor, and wing, and venom- a creature that seemed to take into itself all the powers of those it fed upon. It persisted through cycles and seasons beyond those of mortal beings. It was unkillable, unstoppable.

Only those who spoke of godkin would live. Only those who proclaimed a devotion for the same entity it worshipped were spared.

The rumors spread until they ceased to be mere tales, because the beast was met, or the scoffers perished.

To survive, a cult rose in the monster's wake. Feigned following though it be, the masses were desperate to avoid the beast's wrath. The number of devoted grew, and grew, and grew, and fearing more power to the beast, fearing their own consumption by its fangs or its frenzied swarm, the rulers of nests gathered and one dared to ask the beast what it sought.

A fool's errand, a lover's folly, the ramblings of a lunatick. Still, cooperation was sworn, and scholars all across the soils and skies toiled to bring its god to the land. But how terrible a god it must be- for a such a zealot to be its first follower.

A spell of summoning was found, and alongside it. . . a spell of change. To bring god-kin to their lowly realm would only spell doom for them all. A fragile vessel then, to hold their mind, their essence. Something to placate its gluttonous fiend without ending everything as it did.

The beast knew nothing of the schemes of the fearful rulers. Through much sacrifice, at last the power to bring the god-kin was ammassed.

And so it was.

What a terrible thing it was, a god, or whatever portion was snatched of one, forced into the form of one of scaled winged and thin-limbed. Something so vast could not be made so small so easily. Wings twisted with flesh and fat, eyes all about it. It thrashed in its new form, it wept and bled-

But that mattered little.

A godkin was brought low, and the beast was appeased. There was peace in the realm, and the people rejoiced.

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

You wake in pain, with senses stolen and an inexplicable wrongness about you. You can move, but nothing moves right. You can see, but your sight is strange. You try to call for help-

There is nothing you can say. You cannot feel your tongue or teeth, or lips, or throat, or anything at all where your mouth should be. A nightmare, a bout of sleep paralysis, a terrible dream is all it is-

You hope that's all it is. You hope in vain.

The world trembles and so do you. You try to bring a hand to your face but find it wrong, find scales and segments over your skin and the color is wrong the texture is wrong everything is wrong-

Your joints feel too low, or too high, your body too light and too heavy. There are heavy masses at your back and like a reflex when they strike something, you lurched forward and they unfurl in a most uncomfortable, off-putting matter. New nerves, your limbs, what is happening to you-?

You feel claws spined and sharp take what should have been your hands. You hear things you could not comprehend yet do- chitters and shutterings, clicking sounds all about filtered through your head as whispers and meaning. The world is too dark yet you can't shut or open your eyes. You need to breathe but can't feel lungs, yet everything smelled. Too strong, too clear, of food, of flesh, of flowers, of soil-

Too much, it is too much-

Your new form grants you one small mercy.

You fall asleep.

You do not know how long you've been here.

A strange, dark place. A burrow, a nest, one with a bed strewn with leaves and petals and silks for a bed. You move little. You do not want to, when every movement reminds you of what you are now.

You hate the dark of it, the cloying scent of decay and earth, the silence.

But you hate the figure beside you more.

It has a terrifying visage, one barely human the way the other few faces you've seen are, the way your own feels like beneath your horrible clawed, scaled hands. It's more buglike than anything, mandibles and chitin and eyes too big and dark. You are one of them now, likely. You have not dared to look.

The figure hums. It's a soft thing, almost a soothing croon, but you loathe it all the same. It's no human sound. There is no human here, not even you.

It sounds pleased with itself, as it speaks of the world outside, of pleasant weather and a garden. You cannot tell what sort of insect it is, but it's held in high regard by the others, it has its own land where none bother it, and so none bother you. It says those who tried to slay you have been executed, and their heads, clean and shining, are piked among the foliage and blooms.

That draws tears from you, and you hate the revolting beast beside you as bows its head to lap up the fluid from all the eyes.

How relieved you must be, it says. I'm glad I could protect you.

You hate it, the creature that brought you here and keeps you here. The one time you felt hope was when those intruders swarmed in, and tried to take your head.

An abomination, they had hissed, raising something sharp, An affront to nature.

You only prayed that they knew where your neck was, if you had one in this body.

Your soft flesh was barely pierced when they were flung from you. The figure now at your side had returned, and it took them all away, slaying some, maiming others. Then it had kneeled beside you, murmuring apologies and begging for forgiveness as it tended to you.

You think you started truly hating it then.

Your captor never tires of muttering about how glad it is to have you here, your flesh and your warmth, your mere presence. It likes to lay beside you, or press its face or claws to your wings to feel the veins and arteries beneath your skin. It drinks of your tears and blood and thanks you for the blessing, and you have much to give as you weep from the pain of your new form, of being here, from the eyes upon your head and the ones upon your wings.

It is a monster that kneels beside you and keeps you here, and you are a monster as well.

You are an abomination, to your kind and its own. You hope others of its kin feel the same, and that they'll seek to finish what their fellows started.

You can only hope one day, one of them will succeed.

Tldr: A worm fell in love with something way beyond it so metamorphosed into an abomination of a beetle and dragged its god down to its plane even if that mean much murder and squishing a human into a horrible fleshy butterfly abomination thing. It is now happily malewifing while its god wants to die.

[rreskk]

Please, some Trevor smut fanfic with daddy kink and praise kink 👉👈

This shouldn't of been so fun to write. THANKS FOR REQUESTING - ENJOY!

Summary: You met this older guy at the bar. He was pretty swell ;)

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 2654

“How old are you?” He grinned with his lips around the glass of beer in his masculine hands.

A night-out had led to chatting with this one particular character. Off-putting as he seemed, conversation was strangely alluring. Minutes turned into a good hour and you were still sat beside this stranger, talking about one topic to another with hints of sexual teasing. This guy had a dirty mouth yet it attracted you greatly. However, he looked twice your age. But something was so exciting about it – it felt… Naughty, very naughty. Your superego is telling you to leave, but your id would grow curious and more daring as you get to know this man.

“I’m 20.”

His eyes widened, “20?”

You nodded with a small smile. Barely able to handle your giddiness, you were fiddling around in your seat, watching the way he sat there so coldly with this intense gaze behind them dark brown eyes. He never really blinked, nor did he look anywhere else but you.

“You’re young,” He finally continued, “Just turned?”

“Last month.”

“And you’re already adventuring out drinking?”

“I don’t see why not.” You chuckled.

“Ehh, enjoy your youth while it lasts, sugar.” And there it was, that nickname again. He had been calling you this since the interaction started. Whenever he’d say it, there was taunting tone to the way his tongue spat out them syllables. It was intimidating.

“That’s what I’m doing – “ Inhaling to excuse the butterflies in your stomach, you turned to your drink and began waffling about irrelevant subjects, “So… How old are you?”

The question made him laugh. He mocked you for a minute with that smug smirk, making you believe you said something stupid.

“Where are your friends, lovely lady? I hope they ain’t ditched you.”

“No, no. They are just… Somewhere. Probably in the back – “

“Doping? Yeah. I would’ve guessed.” He assumed.

You frown, “That’s a quick judgement call. They aren’t like that.”

“Trust me…” His body leaned closer, “I mean… C’mon, sugar, I was taking shots before you were even born, and you undermine my experience? I’ve seen it happen many times before. Girls wait till her lady friends are busy and they’ll sneak in the back to suck cock and snort lines. I was 20 once, as well.”

“They aren’t like that.” You repeated sternly.

That small smirk replaced his face again and he coyly looked at you from head to toe.

“You sure are loyal to your girlfriends. I like that.”

“Anyway, you avoided my question; how old are you?” You’d slowly ask again with hopefulness that he would give you a truthful answer. So far, he seemed like a truthful person. Just a little… Unsteady.

A small groan left his lips, “Yeah, yeah, yeah – I heard you the first time, sugar.”

“But you didn’t answer.”

“Take the hint? I’m old enough to be your dad, gorgeous. Is that enough information, or do I have to show proof of my passport and ID?” Sarcasm riddled his words.

“Very funny,” You rolled your eyes, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“What’s with all these questions?”

“What? I’m trying to be polite.”

“You’re too curious for a 20 year old, sugar. Run along with guys your age.” He smirked, finding this amusing.

“I’m asking for your name, nothing more.”

“Alright, here’s a deal,” His chair scooted closer to yours, “I’ll tell you my name then no more questions.”

“Yes, oka – “

“You also gotta buy me a drink.”

“Are you serious?” You scowled.

“What? Don’t got cash on you, sugar? Ain’t got a full-time job yet?” The man laughed.

“No, no. I do… It’s just – Okay, fine. Yeah. Whatever.”

“Atta girl. I like myself a good whiskey, make it strong. Got it?” Your cheeks immediately blushed when he praised you. You nodded your head and called for the bar-tender who freshly served a glass of his cold beverage. He smirked, watching you route a few notes from your purse as he downs it all in one, his throat immune to the achy pain.

Now that you brought him a priceful drink, you turned around to deface your attention back at his idiotic grin. He knew what you want but didn’t say anything. He found your impatience entertaining; the way your eyebrows furrowed and lips quivered.

“Don’t strain too hard or you’ll go into cardiac arrest.” He bullied.

“Just gimme your name.”

“Lower the spitefulness. It’s really bringing out your teenage hormones.”

“I’m 20! Not 15!” You’d protest at his sly teasing.

“Easy tiger,” He placed his glass down with an aggressive stomp, “I’m Trevor. Happy?”

“See? That weren’t so hard.”

“And what do they call you?”

You wanted to seek revenge and refuse to answer but his goddamn grin. There was no way you couldn’t stop examining the way his face would move with his words and mood. Despite being twice your age, he was disgustingly tempting. So without control, it just blurted out (almost too desperately).

“[y/n].”

Trevor tilted his head, “[y/n]? Why, you have a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.”

He solemnly ignored the way your cheeks blushed 50 shades of red as he shuffled even closer to your seat. His thigh brushed against yours, his arms resting at the back of your seat. This was such a protective gesture that you just wanted to fall into his arms, with that amount of muscle dominant, it would feel like being covered in silver armour.

“You’re a real sweet girl, [y/n]. Very fun to talk to.”

You nibbled your bottom lip to avoid gushing at his constant praises.

“I don’t suppose your dad would like his baby hanging around with old strangers, ay?” Trevor smirked.

“I’m… Not that young. Not anymore.” You breathed hesitantly.

“I know, sugar. I was messin’ with you. Bet you have experience.”

“Experience?” Faulty ideas that he meant body counts and sexual relationships struct your mind before he could ease his choice of wording.

“Drinking, clubbing and all,” He smirked, “I ain’t meaning anything else, you dirty girl.”

“Oh, oh… Yeah…”

“You are 20 years old, sweet [y/n]. Course you have them sort of experiences as well, unless you’re a nun. But nuns wouldn’t be sat in a bar at 2am in the mornin’, talking to some random creepo from the Southern states, ay?”

“You keep twisting your words.”

“And why would I do that to you?” Trevor huffed with annoyance.

“I don’t know. You just keep giving me the wrong ideas.”

“Youthful minds… They are easy to crack – “

“Oh hush!” You groaned, rubbing your forehead.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist, sugar?”

“What do you think?”

Trevor tucked his arm tighter around your chair, “Am I the problem?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe ain’t the right answer.”

“Since when did you decide what the right answer is?” You scoffed.

“Since I asked the damn question.”

“I don’t know if you want me to agree or not – “

“Am I scary, [y/n]?” His voice cracked with delightfulness, “Am I making you nervous?”

“More than I’d like.” You admitted.

“You cheeky thing… I hope your friends stay out longer, I’m enjoying my time with you.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t disturb anyway.”

“Oh? They wouldn’t stop their beloved friend from talking to an old chump?”

“You’re not an old chump!” You quickly said.

“There are many weirdos around here, and it’s known that I’m the weirdest one, sugar.”

“Are you trying to lure me away?”

He chuckled at your words, “Frankly, I’m doing the opposite. You’re a nice lady. I couldn’t miss the chance.”

“Oh, so now I’m a lady,” You grinned, “What’s with all this sudden change in names?”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Because I’m not.”

Trevor stared at your face for a few minutes, his hand idly sitting on the edge of your knee. This was extremely intimate and you were already heated from this simple touch of his hand. It made you squirm silently, the seat suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

He noticed you rolling around, raising his scarred eyebrow to indicate his awareness of your current attempt of neglecting your arousal. Though he looked serious, you could tell by the way his pupils dialled that he was, in fact, turned on. It made you want to double check down below at his… But that was too bold – too risky.

“Are you usually this antsy?” He uttered.

“Haha…” You gulped, “Yes.”

“Am I making you anxious, doll?”

“No.”

“Mmm, there’s where you’re wrong,” Trevor gazed down at your chest, “I can detect lies.”

“I’m gonna find my friends.”

“I scared you off so soon…” There was no disappointment behind his tone, just plain rapture and bliss

“You didn’t scare me off – I… I just need to find my friends.” You swiftly dropped to your feet before peering over your shoulder. He was still sitting there with that dirty smirk on his face. He noticed you had stopped in your tracks, staring.

“Changed your mind already, doll? Or are you forgettin’ something.”

At this stage, you both knew what that “something” meant.

So you inhaled sharply before grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his own. Trevor wasted no time and wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, tugging you closer to his warm body as you both swayed in each other’s arms, mouths clumsily tasting each of your own discourse and saliva. This feeling of being in this older guy’s arms was so protecting. You let yourself fall at ease, Trevor taking charge by groping your ass, keeping you stable against the bar-stands.

You impartially lost your breath and pathetically cried his name while your body is being dragged across the floor, all nerves losing it’s ability to work since the kiss was so breath-taking.

“That’s right…” You heard him whisper.

Trevor moved you both to the far corner where no lights stood. The only things that could be seen was his scrawny back, his shirt having sweat-stains – showing off them brutal shoulder blades and muscles that you so eagerly wanted to grab. Nonetheless, you were hidden from all sights. He basically towered over you, his lips travelling down your neck like no one else was in the room. There were definitely trails of hickeys by the time you found confidence to host his head up to face you. Trevor licked his lips and seemed annoyed at being disrupted, but that feeling eased away when your hands hovered over his belt. He got the idea and smirked at you.

“You’re a dirty girl, ain’t you? Alright… No one is watchin’, baby. I know you got a good tongue from the way you speak…” His breath scarring your lips, “Put it to good use, hm?”

“Yes, Trevor.” You mindlessly said without consciousness. His hands began to grab the back of your head.

“That’s right. Such a good girl.” Then he guided you down to his buzzing crotch. Trevor watched you, still hiding this whole intimacy from other people, but also finding the sight of you unbuckling his belt so alluring. He sucked in his tongue and restrained a moan when you unzipped his flies.

Before freeing his erection, you used the tip of your finger and teased the area of his happy trail, slowly poking up his T-shirt. This close contact made him shudder. His head jerked up and he creased his face with euphoria.

“Fuuucckkk… You’re making daddy feel so good.” He whined subtly (just so you could hear).

This had released something unholy inside you. You stared up at his tall figure, letting yourself drool before he wiped it with his thumb. Then suddenly, he fisted a handful of your hair and pushed you into his pants, your nose pressing against that hardened boner. He clearly was impatient.

“C’mon… C’mon…”

“I want you, Trevor. Daddy. I want you – “ You heavily protested when pulling down his undergarments, revealing that throbbing mess of his boner seeping running fluids from his past hour of constant arousal. It was painfully red and pulsing for disclosure of your mouth. Mid-sentence, you decided to open your mouth and just inhale this cock that twitched uncontrollably. Your tongue, like he ordered, circled around his sensitive tip, making Trevor groan out a large husk. He pushed you further into the corner with both hands on the wall, trapping you into his dick (that you were devouring).

And you continued sucking.

“Yes! That’s right!” Trevor began to lose hope in keeping this secret since he was, well, outwardly expressing his relief.

Even with himself in you, words gambled out (through distorted mumbles and unfinished sentences). Whenever you gained the chance, you’d exhale and gasp his name.

“Dadd – “ Before he’d guide you back into his throbbing cock.

“So hot… Fuck, keep going, [y/n], doll, keep sucking – for me. All for me. You fuckin’… Saint, I love you!” Trevor praised.

You were less experienced with giving head but he was easily pleased. Though you were sloppily sucking with pathetic sounds of your squeals and squirms, he liked that. He liked it a lot. It encouraged you to adventure more as you grew brave, deciding to shamefully drape your hands around and grope his ass. It felt off-limits considering he had you tightly caved in front, his hands tugging on your hair, yet he allowed you.

“Ohh! Oh, yes! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in your slutty mouth, babe. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum on your face and – and I… I…” He lost his pace, beginning to lower his head to prepare for the orgasm that was closer than expected.

You waited for the signal and when his penis shivered, you set your tongue on the tip, mouth gaped open, eyes staring up at his face. His reaction was priceless. Trevor’s finger fell on your chin as he came on your tongue and mouth. Whatever noise fell from his mouth? It was animalistic, like a dog squawking in a shallow alley-way, it was brutal. His moans were pure raw and natural. As raw as his limb dick that continued squirting cum on every surface of your wet tongue.

“Fuck… Yes, so perfect…” Trevor caressed your chin and neck before wrapping them fingers around it, choking you against the wall and admiring his fluids oozing from your lips.

“Daddy...” You sounded fatigue but proud.

“Ah, [y/n], [y/n], [y/n]… What am I gonna do about you now, ay?” His hand tighten, “You look hot with my cum, baby. Ever had an older guy tell you that?”

You shook your head as he choked you sensually.

“So innocent… What a beautiful young lady…”

“You taste so good.” You whimpered.

“Just perfect, ain’t it? Now – [y/n], where are your friends?”

The room was still crowded but somehow no one seemed to see you both in the corner. From your position on your knees, you gazed between his legs and saw a familiar group of girls who were surrounding the bar.

“They are at the bar.” You pointed.

“They must be looking for their little lady, hm?” Trevor smirked down at you, “Go on, sugar. I ain’t keeping you longer.”

“But – “

“Shush… Good things come to those who wait. You know where to find me.”

And with that, you sighed and stood to your height, giving him a small kiss on the cheek as he was hesitant to let go of your neck. But he did. Trevor’s arms dropped to his sides and he watched you wipe the excess cum from your lips. He watched as you pretended to have been busy in the toilets, but as he said before, they were completely stoned. Trevor cackled as you realised he was very intuitive and predictive, managing to guess how your friends would appear, completely smacked on pills. Nevertheless, a small itch crept in his stomach, and he began missing your warm lips around his cock.

“Such a fine piece of work…” He uttered, moving aside. He was going to catch you up later.

[ask-olive-huchers]

just for funnies, I'm gonna do a relationship chart thingy realll quick with the characters Olive has interacted with (plus maple, Chris, Ditch, and pebble bc they technically have met but there's so roleplay for them-)

Olive and Bailey: close friends, kinda like siblings! Olive definitely sees him as a big brother, though! And (don’t tell anyone!), They definitely look up to Bailey a lot

Olive and Sora: close! Sora is like the mother of the group, so naturally Olive see's him as a role model!

Olive and Zaria: they know she helped Rowan with her plan. So. hate.

Olive and jasper: ehh, neutral (ish). Just has fun messing with him most of the time. So I guess possibly another brother figure idk

Olive and Rowan: despises. Hates. Would kill. Could kill. It’s their fault. Or, that’s what olive thinks anyway.

• Olive and Finn: neutral. Not much to say in this in, olive just doesn't really know Finn that much.

Olive and Jay: ZERO OUT OF TEN. HATE EACHOTHER, DEARLY. WOULD PUNCH THIS MAN FOR A CRUMB OF BREAD BRO. ANYTHING TO MAKE HIM SHUT UP.

Olive and Skipp: do I even need to explain this one? ok, fine. Olive definitely "likes" Skipp. Let's put in simple terms for now, shall we?

Olive and Yuki: Dislike. Only bc bro was in a bad mood when they had met. Then again Olives kinda always in a bad mood, so..-

Olive and Ray: sorta dislike. Only because they had a bad first impression as well. But all of Olive's first impressions involve anger so..no hard feelings?

Olive and Quinn: a like for sure. I mean, her dog had already won them over! Plus she was pretty nice!

Olive and Stone: neutral. I mean, he's okay I guess.

AND NOW, TIME FOR THE OTHERS THAT ARE CONTROLLED BY ME!:

Olive and Ditch: hate. Hate. Hate. Pure annoyance. If given the chance, Olive would stab him in the neck and stomp on his body. They'd throw his body into the ocean. Plus, Olive would tie giant rocks to his body so he'd sink to the very bottom. Where no one could find him. But he's too important to the story so that'll never happen! Perhaps in another universe...

Olive and Chris: neutral. Not practically close, but Olive does like to call him out for anything he's done wrong. They find it funny how ironically clumsy he is.

Olive and Maple: neutral. That's all I have to actually say but, I don't reallly think they'd have have a straight bond. It would probably be from their friend group, if you know what I mean.

Olive and Pebble: I guess sorta like? I mean, he must be cool if they're dating Bailey. Right? Though I think they've only met like, once..-

AND BONUS: OLIVES RELATIONSHIP WITH PARENTS!! And Adi!

Olive and Calvin (their father): hate. I thought that was obvious..? But yeah. He's a pretty shitty dad who was verbally abusive and physically abusive. What was worse was it was only olive that WAS being abused, so it was favouritism for sure.

Olive and Charolette (their mother): Strong disliking. Not much as a hate, though. Their mother was fairly nice to them when they were younger. And the only golden child to appreciate. But once Their sister was born, Olives perfect little world had fallen apart.

Olive and Adi: let's get something straight. Olive hates a bunch of people. Like, a lot. But Adi takes the number one spot on the leaderboard. Olive absolutely DESPISES HER. I mean, she RUINED their life! If you were to ask olive how they ended up on the streets, they'd probably say their father. And little sister. If they could torture anyone until the end of time, Olive would 100% pick Adi. I mean, that's the whole reason they had murder their mother. To strike fear into the child, and to get the message clear for her small little mind.

And yeah! I think that's everyone? Question mark? Well, that's everyone olive met! I think? I'll probably put this is the masterpost, and it'll probably change over time as well!

Last updated : Aug 4th, 2024

[0-r-a-y-0]

Hickeys— Romantic #1

In which: Max gives Nick a hickey and he has to try and hide it from his brothers (spoiler alert: they see it)

Idk why I’m counting I’m only writing about Nick but it’s whatever 🤷‍♀️

Like I said, I’m not writing smut so it’s nothing like that!!

Cheers to my first fic on here being done??

Also I feel like Max is such a common name in these Nick fics but I can’t think of any other name so oh well. It’ll probably be a different name each fix ngl. Also I imagine Max looking like the guy on the right. (Which is Trevor from shameless)

Also the aesthetic in the pic is weird my bad!!

Max pulled away from Nick’s neck and looked at him with a heartwarming smile. He brushes some of his blonde hair behind his ear, taking a moment to admire the softness in his hair.

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I tell you that enough.” Max says.

“You don’t have to compliment me all the time!” Nick replies, rolling his eyes playfully, resting onto the headboard on his bed.

“Yes I do. I want you to know I love you. Also you compliment me like everyday so I just HAVE to do the same thing!” The brunette claims.

“There’s other ways to show that you love me. You don’t have to say something about my hair and eyes everyday.” He reassured.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Max inquired.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe watching RuPaul’s Drag Race with me, maybe just doing something small.” Nick smiled. “We can just lay here all day and watch movies and I’d be happy.”

“Really? You don’t want me to take you out to fancy dinners or anything?” He wondered.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind going out. But I don’t expect you to take me out to dinner for a date every time. Just staying in bed with you is good enough for me.” The blonde responded, laying down in his bed. “But, if you want to go out, we can. I can’t make all the decisions.”

“I think I’m good for right now. It’s too early to get up anyways.” Max said, falling next to Nick.

They look at each other and smile for a moment, Max’s eyes trailing down to Nick’s neck. Immediately propping himself up with his elbow.

“Oh shit…” He muttered.

“What?” Nick asked, his smile slowly fading.

Max didn’t respond, only softly rubbing his fingers along the other’s neck. Nick sighs and grabs his phone, turning on his camera and looking at his neck. His jaw dropped. Purple spots, that almost looked like bruises, were along his neck. It wasn’t dark, and there wasn’t that many, but it was definitely noticeable.

“I’m sorry, Nick.” Max apologized, sitting back.

“It’s fine! I’ll just find something to cover it up with! The only problem is that Matt of Chris would never leave me alone about this if they saw it.” Nick replied, throwing his legs over his bed and getting up.

He walks to his bathroom, Max not too far behind. “Madi left some makeup here last time she was over, we can use some of that.”

“Does she just leave makeup here?” Max asked.

“Yeah, unexpected sleepovers happen way to often.” Nick shrugged, opening one of the drawers and pulling makeup out. “You’re good at art, right?”

“Yeah, painting! Not makeup!” The curly haired boy exclaimed.

“It’s pretty much the same thing, you know more than me.” He said.

“Okay, we’ll yellow cancels out purple.” Max muttered, finding a yellowish liquid makeup and pouring it onto a sponge and gently dabbing it onto the purple marks.

“Okay, now we just need to find some makeup close to your shade…” He trailed off, looking through the makeup and finding a light concealer. He places some onto his finger and onto one of the spots, a little lighter but it wouldn’t be extremely noticeable. “This shade works! Now I just need to blend it out and we should be good!”

“Hell yeah!” Nick cheers, trying to stay still so Max can finish. “Wait, how long until the hickeys will be gone?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know! Just keep doing this until it’s not noticeable?” Max suggested.

“Ehh, good enough for me. I don’t feel like googling that right now.” The blonde shrugged.

A little later, they continued laying in bed until Max’s phone went off. “Shit, I have to go. My little sister is getting into some crazy ass shit.”

“What does that mean anymore?” Nick asked, laughing a bit.

“I mean, she sent the code word in all caps. She doesn’t just send that for no reason. I’ll fill you in on everything once I find out what dumbass shit she’s gotten into this time.” Max smiles, giving a quick kiss to Nick. “And I’ll be sure to go easier on your neck, it’s clear that it’s sensitive.” He teased.

“Ha-ha!” Nick yelled sarcastically.

After Max left, Nick decided to go to the kitchen to see what his brothers are up to, he’s been hanging out with Max since last night and hadn’t really talked to them because of that. He walks out his room and just as he suspected, they were both in the kitchen on their phones.

“Oh hey, you’re boy toy finally left.” Chris comments.

“Okay, don’t call him that.” Nick says.

“Well, what did you guys do all last night?” Matt teases.

“We stayed up all night watching Tim Burton movies. You guys are weird.” The blonde replied, getting a Little Debbie snack out the cupboard.

“Mhmmm, sure.” Chris added.

“What it with you guys? You both always act weird after Max leaves.” Nick raised a brow.

“It’s nothing! You just seem kinda flustered.” He replied.

“Now what does that mean?” The eldest triplet asked, taking a bite out of the sweet treat he held.

Matt and Chris glance at each other for a moment. Matt tilts his head a bit, staring at Nick’s neck. “You got something on your neck.”

“What? I do?” Nick asked, gently rubbing around his neck.

“Yeah, you do. What is that?” He responds, getting up to look at it.

“It’s probably nothing, I’ll get it off.” The blonde claims, about to walk away before Chris bursts out in laughter.

“Wait! Is that what I think it is?” Chris asked.

“WHAT?! What is it?” Nick wondered.

“No way, it is! I didn’t know you and Max were fucking!” He exclaimed.

“WHAT?” The boy shouted. “No, no, no, no, no! We are NOT doing all that!”

“Then why do you have a hickey on your neck?” Matt questioned.

“I don’t know! We were just kissing! We didn’t have sex and even if we did, it would be none of your business.” Nick stated.

“You covered the rest with Madi’s makeup didn’t you?” He asked.

“Yeah, he did.” The blonde admitted.

“Oh HE did.” Chris added.

“Yeah, he’s good at art and stuff so I thought he’d be better at covering it up.” Nick explained.

“He obviously missed a spot.” Matt said.

“Thanks, I’m aware.” The blonde sassed back. “It’s just some hickeys, it’s not a big deal.”

“Nobody is making it a big deal.” The middle triplet shrugged.

“Yeah, I mean, good for you dude.” Chris commented.

“Yeahhhh.” Nick awkwardly nodded. “Well, I’m wiping this makeup off my neck, it feels weird.”

[h-didanart]

How do you feel about TSAMS ships? All the way from Earth x Monty (canon/generally liked ships) to Sun x Bloodmoon (not canon/rare or generally not liked ships)?

Don't ask how I know Sun x Bloodmoon exists btw

Ooh, SAMS ships eh? I’m gonna list all the ones I know about, if I miss one you’re curious about just let me know, k?

Again, I will list the ones I know about.

(This is gonna reveal my lurking habits on ao3 god fuc—)

Mearth, Monty X Earth - cute, I like the dynamic they have.

KidsCove, Foxy X Sun - I like this one. I do. I understand the vas are sick of the jokes tho, bit ironic considering they’re still dragging the jokes around, but oh well. It could be cute to see develop, and lead to improvement to both characters general health. At least I’d like to think it would

GlitterGolf, Monty X Sun - in SAMS? No. Monty is a jerk towards Sun, I don’t like it when Monty is too rude to him. Generally hate that type of thing anyways. In canon Security Breach however…… Ye :3 Is my otp.

Lumini, Lunar X Gemini - I feel neutral. It’d be cool if it happened, but after all these three have gone through it probably won’t. And I’m fine with that

EclipseXSun - I think this is the most popular one. I don’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, there’s canon, and canon says Eclipse is and always was horrible to Sun, and that makes it an immediate no. I like my ships healthy. But then comes in Eclipse Redemption stories, and I suppose it’d kinda make sense in those? I don’t know man

BloodySun, BM X Sun - iiiii don’t knooooooow. See, BM has done a lot of shit, they’ve traumatized the family so much. Sun hates them. It would never work out. But then there’s this one fic, this one, where Sun finds Original crying in the vents over his twin, and he helps them. And— and— and it’s a BloodySun fic, and it establishes character parallels so well, it shows their feelings so well, it makes it make sense! I- I don’t KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

SolarMoon- ……………. I’m scared of saying anything about this, I don’t want to get death threats

MechShark, Solar X Ruin- YEEEEEEEAHHH CANON CANNOT HURT ME WHERE IM GOING— uh— ahem— I like it. I cannot explain why but I’ve shipped them since Ruin started messing with the arcade machines. I like to see people still shipping it even through the doomed angle, there’s just something about this that makes it click, y’know. I myself have an au where MechShark is somewhat canon, it’s one sided and stays one sided, with Solar telling Ruin he’s aro when it confesses, and then they stay friends. Because I don’t care if they’re lovers or friends, I just like the idea of them being buds.

Eclipse trio, Eclipse X Solar X Ruin- this is actually kinda funny? I don’t know, this feels like a crackship, no offense to anyone, that’s just the vibes I’m getting. Don’t feel in any particular way about this one

Earth X Nebula- interesting, I guess. We haven’t really seen much of Nebula and I can’t really build a concrete profile for her from what we know, but I guess it’d be cool?

KillCode X Sun- I don’t like the sound of this one. KillCode caused (and helped cause) Sun a lot of trauma, it just wouldn’t feel right. That said, there is a fic that has this ship and develops it in a healthy way, and that one I like.

PumpkinGuts- next question

KillCode X SolarFlare- I can see it, kinda. Don’t hate it, but also don’t love it

Eclipse X Moon- no. I don’t care what you say about enemies to lovers, this one just doesn’t vibe with me.

GolfDrop, Monty X Moon- ehh, no. Don’t really like it, can’t see Moon wanting a relationship with them (or in general), they’re both fine as friends. I don’t even ship this in Security Breach

Forkface X Ruined Monty- I am saddened I didn’t see the content of them before the death, I wanted to experience this, I wanted to see them :(

Soppet, Solar X Puppet- sure? Don’t think much about this one

ShadowPlanet, Earth X Eclipse- I don’t really like it. I don’t like how fast it turned into a thing. I can see the appeal and what dynamic they could have, but I just don’t like this one

Solar X Sun- interesting pairing. Don’t particularly like it. I just feel like Solar’s trauma would likely get in the way. They both weren’t very close anyways, which is a real shame I would’ve loved to see them be at least friends.

Lunar X Helpy- Ehhhh? Don’t feel anything about this one :P

And that’s all I could think about and remember.

No hate to anyone who ships these, these are just my opinions, and opinions are subjective. Let’s all just have fun with these characters, yeah?

Man

AO3 scares me

[silent-raven13]

Neko Neko Chemical!

Two black cat ears wiggle in response. The punker's eyes blink a couple of times. The black cat tail sways which cause Miguel's eyes to twitch having his arms crossed.

"Morales...." The leader of Spider Society asked the young Spider-man in front of him, "What happened?"

Miles took a moment to think with his new black cat ears wiggles and his tails to move in response. "Hmmm, I can't recall. I was doing fine then this happened."

Hobie caught stares at those cat ears and long tail, "Cute." He turned pink seeing Miles like this.

"Stacy! Prabhakar! What happened?" Miguel asked the two who jumped by his loud voice.

"Well..." Gwen began trying to be chill about the situation.

Hobie went over to Miles having to get a good look, his dark eyes on those cat ears that twitched, and his tail that seems to move towards him. They seem more excited when he got close, Miles wasn't paying attention to his subconscious action. He wanted to listen to Gwen and Pav.

Pavitr got too nervous and said out loud, "We messed up! I'm so sorry!"

"Pav!" Gwen sighs, "So, when Hobie and Miles fighting off the bad guy. I took the chemical he was about to use, then... somehow me and Pav slam each other together and the chemical fell on Miles."

"I see, so it was an accident." Miguel rub his eyes trying to think, "Okay, we need to draw some blood from Morales, have to create an antidote."

Hobie felt Miles' tail wrapping around his waist while Miles nodded at Miguel's words without paying attention to his own tail. The punker smiles before he decided to touch those cat ears. "YEEP!" Miles flinched at the punker's hands touching his ears, "Hobie, don't touch what if it passes on to you?"

"I'm alright, luv." The punker smiles at him feeling his Sunflower's ears, they were soft, thin and when he pressed them it made a cartoon sound.

*Squishy* *Squishy*

"Nyaa, stop it, Hobie?" Miles mews letting out a cat sound, his whole face frozen feeling super flustered.

Hobie turns pinker, "Sunflower, you're a lil kitten, eh?" He chuckles with amusement.

"Hobie, sto-oo-oop!" His Sunflower whines again, feeling shy. "My ears are sensitive!" The sixteen year old pouts.

"Oh really?" The punker chuckles, "What about this?" He saw the tail wrapped around his arm.

"Ahh, nuh. Nyah!" Miles jumps being in shock with his own tail, "It's not me, it has a mind of its own!" He yank his tail back seeing how his tail didn't move.

Hobie chuckles, "Oh yeah? Some probably think you got a crush on me, Sunflower." His smile brighten as he saw how annoyed Miles became at him. The punker does poking fun at him.

Miguel sighs, "I'll get a nurse to come get Miles' blood."

Gwen and Pavitr talk to each other seeing their friends fooling around. "Sometimes I wonder if they're ever gonna be together." The blond teenager asked.

"I know! This is totally the raising climax! In every soap opera there's always the "will they, won't they?" skit." Pavitr nodded at this being a big expert on romance.

"Pav, you need to get out more instead of watching all those Rom-Coms..."

"Ehh!"

Later on, Miles' honey-brown eyes turned into cat eyes. He had more of a cat like personality, and a sudden craving for fish. "NOM!" He shoves a sardine in his mouth, his other hand holds the open canned of oiled sardines he bought from a shop.

The group went to Spider Society's cafeteria to grab lunch after Miguel got Miles' blood for testing. The three watches Miles having sardines, tuna sandwich and sashimi on his lunch tray.

"Wow, those sardines' stink." Gwen hated canned sardines, she remembers her dad use to eat them with boiled potatoes for dinner. "Yuck!"

"Nuh uh! It's good!" Miles shoves more into his mouth, "Mmm."

"Awe, so it's true! Miles is a cute cat." Peter's voice got them to turn their heads, they saw Mayday being carried by her dad.

"Wow, big bro!" Mayday went over to touch his tail, "Can you wag your tail?" She happily sat on his lap then smells of fish. "So your part cat, hehe. You like fish!"

"Oh wow, look at those ears and eyes, Mi!" Peter chuckles happily touching his cat ears which got Miles' raised his shoulders feeling those warm hands sending tingles through his body. It wasn't sexual just felt like he gotta react. Hobie merely frowns with his body turning into gray and muted yellow.

"Good kitty!" Mayday giggles as she gently pets' his head.

Gwen and Pavitr laughs in amusement, "Yeah, be a good kitty cat, Miles!" Gwen chuckles.

"Oh right, May. What if we pet you?" Peter happily pets Miles' head letting his finger gently strokes.

This cause him to let out a purring sound in the back of his throat. His tail happily sway and his ears moves up and down being pleased.

Hobie took a sip of his soda with his body turning gray with a muted green and harsh neon yellow with some newspaper with big warnings. This made Pavitr teased, "Ohh, somebody is jealous." No, he wasn't- Well, he wanted to be the first person to make Miles purr and-

Miles let out a meow sound, "Me-ow! Hmm?" His purring went on as he nuzzles Peter's neck and snuggles Mayday.

"Hahaha, I love you, too, Miles!" Peter chuckles receiving big love from his pupil.

"Yeah, big bro! Love you, too!" Mayday giggles loving the snuggle.

That felt like a knife stabs into the punker's heart, he wanted that! "Wow, Miles. You're being such a cat." Gwen hums as she eats her burger.

"AHhH! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that." Miles felt so embarrassed that it got Peter to laugh out loud.

Then Pavitr hold a ball of catnip, "Miles, you want some?"

"Nyah!" Miles got whiskers at this point, he quickly nuzzles Pavitr then went crazy for the cat-nip. That made Hobie jealous as he watches Pavitr giggles laughing out loud.

"Miles, you're ticklish!" Pavitr happily hugs his friends.

Next Gwen made clicking sounds with her mouth, "Miles! *click, click* Lookie, what I got?" She holds a Cat wand hovering over his face as he embodies being a cat, his hands gestured cat like paws, and lies on the ground playing the toy.

"NYAH!" Miles's ears perk up with his tail wagging, then he tackles Gwen down with a nuzzle in her neck.

"Hahaha, okay! Okay! You win, buddy." She laughs feeling her friend being a cute cate.

Hobie stood feeling more upset and jealous, he wanted Miles' attention. It seems like the word about him being a cat spread like wild fire through headquarters, because more of their friends came by to see him.

The punker went to sat by himself as he let his Sunflower have fun. This is fair, since they weren't together. Yet he couldn't help being so damn jealous of Miles being cute kitten!

It didn't matter, he can hang with him later. The punker shoves some ice cream he got from the cafeteria, a tub of vanilla bean with pecan ice cream. Not a big fan of sweets, when days like this happened, he wants something sweet. Unaware a bit of the ice cream got on the corner of his lip, he kept eating.

Being chilled to himself, he was unaware of a certain Sunflower going over to check on him. Miles' nose wiggles sniffing at the sweet smell of ice cream pecan flavor, his cat eyes spotted the ice cream on the corner of Hobie's lips. His tail sways, his ears twitch then he went for it. His tongue licks the lick ice cream off his friend's lips.

This got Hobie to stood in shock for the moment, he faces his Sunflower pulling away with his head tilting being confused for the moment. "Ahhh, I'm so sorry, Hobie! I didn't mean to do that!" Miles cups his own face being in shock at what he did. "NYYAAHHH! I'm so sorry!"

Hobie turns bright pink with hearts all over his body, the he took a spoonful of his ice cream putting on his cheek. His heart beats super fast. "Why did you do that for?" Miles shouted at him.

"Sunflower, I think I accidentally spill some on my face." The Spider-punk grins widely with his charming face.

"I saw you! You did that on purpose, you jerk!" Miles shouted back at him, then his tail wraps around the punker's waist. "Ahh, ignore it!"

"Come on, love. My face is feeling sticky." Hobie did a cute pout.

Miles' cat side overcome him, he went for it. He licks off the ice cream from his friends' cheek. Somehow he ended up sitting on the punker's laps, Hobie couldn't be happier. "Miss a spot, Sunflower."

"Hmm? Where?" He asked being confused to find his cheek clean.

"Here," The punker pointed at his lips without another thought, he planted a kiss on Miles' lips. "Mwah. Good, huh? Hehehe." He chuckles with a big smile on his face.

"HUH, Hobie!" Miles pouts with his ears expressing the same way his emotions were, "You liar! You just did that to kiss me."

"Guilty." He nuzzles him, "I can hear you purring, luv. Did you like it?"

"No! Put me down!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Why?"

"I like you here in my arms." The punker happily pet Miles' head making him nuzzle his neck giving a loudly purr, "Heh, love you, too, darling."

"You jerk..." Miles huff his cheeks but didn't move away. He likes being held by his punker, then lowly mutters, "Love you, too..."

"What was that?"

"NOTHING!"

Gwen slurp her slushy, "Huh, looks like they are gonna confessed five months earlier than I predicted."

"Wow, I told ya! Pay up!" Pavitr chews on his chocolate chip cookies being happy at his bet. "Also, did Miguel find the cure?"

"Turns out it's gonna wear off in a week, so Miles will have to be like this."

"Oh, wow. Hobie is gonna be so happy." The two watches the punker happily snuggles with his Sunflower.

[catchyhuh]

rainy days

this started as “what do i think they’d each grab to keep dry” and then that morphed into why would that be entertaining by itself. get into it get into opinions and and shit of whether or not somebody likes rain. so here we aaaare!

lupin:

lupin the third is an unstoppable, insane, hardened criminal. no he doesn’t need something to cover himself from the rain. bwuuhhh but its really cold now that he’s here and he can already feel himself getting sniffly from the air pressure and he would heal up if only he had somebody waaarrmmm and cozyyyyy and maybe only partially clooooothed,

it’s not like it BOTHERS him bothers him, but he’s not big on rain, or snow for that matter. if nothing’s going on, it’s fine, no biggie, but precipitation fucks with plans dude, and if you need to weigh down the back of the car to keep it less likely to hydroplane YOU’RE GONNA WANNA KNOW THAT AHEAD OF TIME!!

he usually spends rainy days, uh, kind of the same as he always does when he’s just got a day inside the hideout, y’know? just hanging out, doing whatever. the weather doesn’t really affect his energy too much, and he’s not looking out windows too much unless he’s expecting something/has a reason to be suspicious, sooo. just another day!

jigen:

well. he. already has a hat on. but aside from that, if it’s REALLY pouring down miserable, he’ll just tuck his arms out of his jacket and lift it over his head. just as good!

jigen isn’t big on rain. i mean it’s not like he bothers getting MAD over it, it’s-- it’s rain. he can’t do anything about it either way man but if you asked him “would you rather go out on a sunny day or a rainy day” he’d be like. sun’s too bright rain’s too wet. cloudy for me man. and what are you gonna do? argue the man?

jigen very much falls victim to the “it’s raining really hard outside and i bet a nap would be baller right now” phenomenon, but that’s not too unique considering that if he’s comfortable enough he can nap damn near anywhere. can he SLEEP easily? no, but he can nap like nobody’s business. just only for 30 minute increments. no wonder he’s always so cranky

fujiko:

an. umbrella? do none of the rest of you have an umbrella. christ. is this a rocky horror showing or something

it’s amazing how nothing rain becomes to you when you simply REMEMBER TO BRING AN UMBRELLA. 90% of shit she does happens indoors anyways, really the only time this would be a point of contention is during the walk from the car to the building. simple as. really, the only reason she has any opinion on it at all is because people tend to be crabbier during bad weather, and that’s annoying, which makes HER crabbyIT’S A WHOLE CYCLE! and since we’re talking about cars fucking NOBODY knows how to drive in the rain and that’s annoying enough riding in a 4 wheeled 2500 pound tank, but on a MOTORCYCLE?? she’d be safer just walking into traffic

if fujiko has plans and it gets rainy, whatever, she’s doing her plans. if she doesn’t? ehh. maybe she’ll just spend a day inside watching movies or whatever. she’s not usually a big tv person, but she likes picking up on trends and patterns throughout eras of entertainment. one time there was a storm for a weekend and fujiko came back telling the others exactly what year the transatlantic accent had been completely wiped from movies

goemon:

it’s just rain you pussies why are you afraid of it?? you gonna melt or something? why would you need anything covering your head oh god wait it’s hailing too oww oof oof owuch ouch

if you asked he’d be like “it’s just nature running its course. what opinion is there to have” but deep down he. really likes the rain IT’S JUST NICE! got a good smell, it’s pretty to watch the drops slide down leaves and window panes and everything else, it just makes everything outside feel a bit naturally cleaner. fresher! he loves rain. he was probably the kid who gasped and ran outside to play in it when he was little

goemon makes it a point to be outside, as you likely imagined, knowing him. you know when you get in the shower and turn the water pressure up and it feels nice on your back. it’s like a simpler version of that. feel the rain on your skin. in the summer this isn’t a big deal but as they get into fall and especially winter, the others are more and more resistant to letting goemon turn himself into a samuraicicle

zenigata:

just. whatever is nearby. sure he has that hat, but he doesn’t want his HAT getting soaked either! coat over the head, umbrella, his fucking hands if he’s movin quick enough, a newspaper! this IS rocky horror now

like a lot of things it depends on how his mood was already. if he’s in an okay mood, okay, no biggie, we’ll just quickly get outta the rain and carry about business as usual. if he’s in a bad mood the rain just. saps everything outta him. he’s sighing really big and slumping against the wall watching it come down. drama queen

again, dependent on mood, but oddly enough, rain usually gives him energy. you would think it would knock him out cold but something about it, something about the way OTHER people react to it, makes him twice as efficient! maybe its the fact most normal people are staying inside and not doing anything for the day, maybe its the implication that he has to stay in one spot because of it and that forces him to work with what he’s given, WHO KNOWS!! he gets too many ideas in the rain. the gang better fucking watch out if there’s a real downpour happening

[doorrobloxstuff]

A thing.

Ambush listened to the sound of coffee stirring in the brewer like frightened minnows beneath a pond’s surface.

The green entity swam through the air, picked up a cup adjacent to the coffee machine and poured itself a bit. Its brain slowly blinking into coherence as it poured an entire cup of scalding coffee directly down its throat.

A bright blue ghostly entity with a pair of fuzzy blue earmuffs floated out from the room’s entrance. It buzzed sleepily as it opened up the fridge and pulled out a thing of waffles.

“..Oh, good morning Ambush!”

“Mm.” The green entity gave a wave of acknowledgment with its tail.

Halt popped the waffles into the toaster, giving the lever a playful whack down before floating over towards the kitchen table and plopping itself down in a nearby chair. It took off its earmuffs and stashed it in its fabric. "Where's Rush? That cave-in last night was pretty scary. I think I lost my pickaxe while the rocks were falling and Eyes was shouting and stuff. I’m gonna need to ask Grumbs to give me a new one."

"..Yea, last night was pretty crazy.” Ambush reached in into its fur and pulled out a box of cigarettes. “Sweet cheeks is sleepin' in ‘the other room with the babies.” It lit a menthol and exhaled some smoke.

“Is it okay? That rockfall was GIGANTIC and I heard it yell a lot from the other side of the cavern- I mean maybe it was probably the rocks but maybe it was just my imagination because it probably-“

Ambush lightly thumped its tail up against the stove.

“It’s alright, just’t bit bruised.”

“Oh! That’s good! I was just thinking about how everything’s going to function at work if it was incapacit- oh wait, crap- Sorry! I meant out sick- I uhm m..how everything is going to work if- mm..what’s going to happen now?..That’s a good question, right?..”

Ambush clicked its jaw and exhaled some more smoke while Halt slowly pulled out two waffles out of the toaster.

“It’s gonna take the day off ‘t rest but ehh..”

Ambush floated over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out an ornate tray with gold-trimmed eyes engraved on it. It carefully lifted the top off and pulled out an fragrant bag of medicinal tea with the tips of its talons.

“-You’re takin it’s shift in ‘the meantime.”

“Oh, that’s completely fine with me! It was scary last night so I totally understand if it doesn’t want to go out and work haha. I mean I totally wouldn’t If I was in its position. But anyways, hauling ore right? I’ve heard’s that’s suuuuper tough to do. Like it’s pretty much a workout, right? But I can handle it, I’ve been trying to work out a bit. Shouldn’t be too bad right?”

“It’s not that-“

Ambush put the box away and took out a kettle from a cabinet nearby, it filled it up with water before sprinkling in the tea mix before cranking the stove on. It rubbed its chin and clicked its jaw a little before speaking again.

“You gotta drain out gasses.”

Ambush watched as Halt tensed up.

“…Oh.”

“Well I-I can totally do that, it’s no problem Ambush! It’ll probably take a- uhm..little while but I’ll be fine! I’ll just have to layer on the masks and do a bit of stretches since it hurts my talons- BUT I CAN TOTALLY DO IT! It’ll be a bit hard but I totally can, I’m like..the best for this..job..” The entity practically became a blue rag on the floor as it spoke.

Ambush took another drag of its cigarette and tilted its head.

“.. Scared baby?”

The cloth on the floor quivered just a tiny bit as it spoke. “PFFTBT ME no..it’s just hard for me t-to do..?” Ambush moved closer to the smaller entity, practically looming over them. Its sockets unreadable yet wide as the thin buzz that accompanied it filled the air. The latter sank into the hardwood and became flatter and flatter as the seconds passed. "..M-maybe..a little bit..?" Ambush jerked its head back, satisfied. It reached down with a talon, and gracefully lifted the rag back into its proper shape with a nail. "I'm not my husband Sweetheart, I'll say you're bruised up from the rockfall." It pushed its jaw back into place with a snap. "T-Thank you Ambush! Sorry about that." Ambush huffed and went back to tending to it's kettle. "Eh, don't mention it."

--- A thing.

[mephinomaly]

[TL] The Occasional Family TLC

Summary: Ritsu wants some attention, and Kaoru suggests he pays his brother a visit. Reluctantly, he does under the guise of passing along a message from Kaoru.

Character(s): Ritsu, Kaoru, Rei

Season: Winter

Location: Café Cinnamon

Ritsu: Yaawnnn, hng… so tired.

(The only time all of Knights were available was early in the morning so I had to get up early…)

(Everyone but me had somewhere to be afterwards, leaving me on my own. They’re all heartless.)

(I have plans in the afternoon so if I go back to sleep, I probably won’t wake back up again…)

But I’m soooo tired. Haa~...Maa-kun, help mee~

-that's what I texted him but he didn’t reply…? Oh yeah, didn’t he say he was busy with a photoshoot all day?

Even though I need to be cared for right now? Maa-kun’s a cheater~

…Maybe I’ll give up and go back to sleep.

Kaoru: I was wondering who was grumbling. What are you doing here, Ritsu-kun?

Ritsu: Ah, Kaoru-san. Finally, someone’s come to look after me~♪

Kaoru: Come to look after you…? Sorry but I’m not your guy.

I have somewhere to be after this so once I’ve finished my coffee, I need to head off.

Ritsu: Ehh~, don’t say things like that and just pay more attention to meee Kaoru-san~

Spoil me more. Spoil me like you’ve never spoiled someone before~...

Kaoru: You’re more needy than usual and you’re really begging, huh. What’s up?

Ritsu: I actually got up early yet no one congratulated me for it?

Now I’m struggling not to fall back asleep. I’ve been betrayed. I’m still waiting for my praise.

Kaoru: What an adorable reason~.

Then I’ll give you what you need. Good boy, well done on waking up early~♪

Ritsu: Nn~, that’s the stuff ♪ That’s the sort of praise I want. It would be so good if Kaoru-san was my brother…

Kaoru: I’m pretty sure Rei-kun would praise you too for working so hard.

Ritsu: Um, who is “Rei”? I’ve never heard of that person before. My onii-chan’s name is Kaoru.

Kaoru: Don’t joke around like that, okay? If Rei-kun heard, he'd burst into tears.

Ritsu: Yeah I know. But If I texted anija about it, it would create an even bigger problem.

He’d flood my inbox like he’s commenting on a video.

Kaoru: Probably. But considering it’s Rei-kun, he’d probably call you.

Ritsu: Yeah and I’d block him if he did. He’s not my brother but I’m still scared.

Kaoru: Haha…Well, Rei-kun’s used to being ignored. But I thought your relationship was on the mend after what happened during Operetta.

Ritsu: It’ll be embarrassing if I let him get too comfortable.

Anyway, Kaoru-san’s used to me acting like this anyway…

Kaoru: Yeah I guess but you should show Rei-kun some affection every once in a while.

He’s trying his best, so wouldn’t it be good to reward him for that?

Ritsu: ...

Kaoru: I’ve got it. Do you think you could pass on a message for me?

Ritsu: Ehh~. Isn’t that what HoldHands is for?

Kaoru: That doesn’t matter. And I think Rei-kun would much rather hear it from his cute younger brother ♪

Ritsu: I’m not a bootlicker. How troublesome~...

Kaoru: Please. If you have enough time to take a nap here, you can surely deliver a message for me?

Ritsu: ...Sigh, fine. I’ll sleep wherever I am, just so you know…

Kaoru: Thank you Ritsu-kun ♪

Well, I’ve got to go in a few moments.

I didn’t see Rei-kun when I went to the office earlier, so he’s probably sleeping at the dorms. It’s still early after all.

Ritsu: Okay. What am I telling him?

Location: Rei, Eichi, and Aira's dorm room

Rei: Well I never. To think the first thing I’d see when I awake would be sweet Ritsu ♪ If the day ended right now, I’d be happy.

Come hither, my lovely cute angel~! Come rest upon my lap~♪

Ritsu: No, I'm okay. More importantly, are your roommates not in?

Rei: Mhm. Tenshouin-kun and Shiratori-kun both did not return to the dorms last night. Now you can spoil me to your heart’s content~.

Ritsu: Ah, lucky me.

Rei: Say something more! If you act so uninterested you’ll hurt my feelings~

Ritsu: You’re annoying as usual. Just so you know, I’m not planning on staying long.

I’m just here to deliver a message from Kaoru-san.

Rei: Kaoru-kun? Has there been a change of plan?

Ritsu: You have a meeting about some program you’ll be in tonight, right? The meeting place has changed. Kaoru-san will tell you where later.

Rei: Ah, I see. Thank you for telling me. Then Ritsu, come here.

I must praise you for being a good, good boy for me ♪

Ritsu: How many times do I have to tell you to stop with the “good boy”? Are you so old your ears have started to rot?

Jesus, I didn’t even do much. Besides, Kaoru-san’s already given me all the TLC I need.

Rei: Fumu. I’m a little confused as to why Kaoru-kun sent you to tell me.

Surely there’s something more to it? It’s unlike you to come all this way just for that.

Ritsu: ...

Rei: You’re always welcome to come talk to me, cute Ritsu. Never hesitate to come and find your oniichan ♪

Ritsu: …Uhuh. You’re reading too much into things. I just came to deliver a message for him.

Rei: Well that doesn’t seem to be true. To go out of your way for one singular message is not very Ritsu of you.

Ritsu: You’re beyond saving, you senile old man. Can’t you just accept that that’s all there is to it?

Rei: Umu. If you insist, I suppose I’m misunderstanding.

Ritsu: …Well, even if there was another reason… which there isn’t, by the way.

That reason would be that it’s early in the morning and I was sent to deliver a message that totally could have been sent via Holdhands.

Rei: Huh…? Sorry…? W-what do you mean?

Ritsu: My loser brother’s complimentary service has run out~.

Yaawn, mm… this sucks. I can’t stop yawning so I’m going back to my room for a nap. Bye~.

Rei: ...Service?

So… could it be true that…Ritsu came to see me for the sake of…seeing me…!?

W-wait, my sweet Ritsu. If you want to take a nap you can here! We can share a bed!

I’m begging you! Let me love you with all my body, Ritsuu!

[sweetchildcloud]

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