#Blondie is just a head btw

[silverthelovebug]

Absolutely no context for an AU me and my friends are doing (ft. Heartlockesj)

Blondie, as a head: Will you stop it with that? What part of this is funny to you?

Cupid: Blondie, we need to try to find out…

Blondie: What part of being infected with a deadly disease do you find funny?

Cupid: I don't think it's funny, Blondie.

Blondie: Then stop saying you're not just sure, you're KB positive! This isn't funny, Kindness Blindness isn't funny, dying isn't funny, so shut the fairy fuck up!

Cupid: Well, excuse me, Blondie, for trying to keep some optimism, you know— you know, sometimes when things seem their darkest, you just need to try and stay… KB positive, but if you want to be so KB negative all the time…

Blondie: KNOCK IT OFF, RIGHT NOW! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! AT ALL!

Cupid: Are you sure?

Blondie: YES!

Cupid: Are you KB positive?

[Blondie bites one of Cupid's fingers]

Cupid: Ow! Fuck, Blondie! /ref

[justawritterwithideas]

the green dress effect | s.r

summary: skirts were never to your liking and didn't work for you, until penelope convinces you to try one, and wow, do they work.

warnings: absolutely nothing, enjoy spencer with an IQ of 60. this story is spencer x female reader btw.

words: 1,113.

a/n: I'm finally back with a little au/blurb I wrote during my vacation, I've had more revelations of ideas during them so I hope you like it and wait for them. By the way! Thank you so much for almost 1k likes on the little boyband!spencer blurb, you guys are absolutely crazy, thank you so much! ♡

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You were never a big fan of skirts.

Any kind of skirt.

They caused irritation between your thighs in summer, the material was itchy, when you walked they lifted up and they were always too small. In addition to the sexist comments from men for wearing them, the whistles in the street and the typical comment of "your skirt is too short, you pretend to seduce someone with it" by men who think it is not their fault, but yours for seducing them.

Under that stigma, the skirt was never an option for everyday wear.

Pants, on the other hand, were more comfortable.

They allowed you to walk around easily, they were easy to match, plus they were always on discount at the supermarket.

And they were much more comfortable to wear when you started working at BAU. In fact, they became your best friend.

You could swear on your family that no one had ever seen you in a skirt or dress. You could count on the fingers of your hand the number of times you wore anything other than your collection of different colored pants.

In winter they were long pants, straight cut, flared leg, tight, all kinds. In summer they were shorts or fisherman cut pants, or they could also be ones with a thinner fabric.

Occasion there was, occasion you had a pair of pants for it, as if it were a Taylor Swift song.

That was until Penelope convinced you to accompany her to a little clothing store, with the excuse that she was looking for some accessories for her new outfit for the arrival of spring.

In front of you was a beautiful green dress fitted to your figure, with a nice loose skirt that allowed you to move without feeling trapped.

It fit you like a glove, in the words of Penelope, your new image consultant. It gave a new touch to your aesthetics without taking away the tranquility that usually surrounded your attire.

You had looked in the mirror a thousand times before you could make up your mind - but Penelope's compliments were the fuel for your confidence and you decided to take it home.

After a long week of work, the day finally came when the only thing that needed to be done was the paperwork.

The case? An unsub in Miami who was looking to regain the attention he had as a child, after being involved in a case where his babysitter at the time was murdered. To make himself relevant again, he decided to imitate these deaths so they could talk about him again as they had done before.

Monday had arrived and you could feel the cool breeze on your legs after getting on the elevator. The dress had been the perfect fit for that cool day at Quantico, plus it lent a cheerful tone to the office filled with shades of black and gray.

The persistent murmur reached the ears of your colleagues, who were already immersed in the reports they had to send at the end of the day. Penelope was the first to see what the distraction was about and was surprised by your new look.

"Look at you! No way, you look beautiful. You look just like a little spring fairy, finally someone who can share my love of cheerful colors." Blondie's arm intertwined with yours and they walked together to the cubicles, hearing Luke's whistle.

"Who are you? Please Garcia, introduce me to your friend" joked Luke looking at Penny, who shook her head.

"In your dreams, Alvez. I saw her first." You laughed at both of their comments, separating from Penny to walk over to your cubicle.

"Nice choice of outfit, you really always have an ace up your sleeve." Rossi commented towards your direction, thanking him for the compliment.

"That was a good play, you left a player more than surprised by your hand." Tara turned in the direction of the kitchen, where Spencer stood dumbfounded looking in your direction.

He was carrying two cups of coffee, actually he was carrying his cup of coffee and your cup of tea. But his usual commute was interrupted by your arrival at the office.

He thought he had seen all the wonders of the world, but he was wrong. He hadn't yet seen you in that green dress, which he was sure was perfect to put you at the top of the wonders of the world.

His cheeks were colored a sweet pink, his pupils had dilated and his heart rate had increased, so much so that his carotid was pounding.

"Hey, Spence." You rose from your seat, approaching the man standing in the middle of the aisle until you were facing him. You brought your hands up to his, taking your cup. "Thanks for the tea, it was just what I needed."

A soft nod was his response.

His eyes scanned from head to toe over your body, feeling it wasn't enough for him to take his eyes off you to observe every detail of you and that green dress.

"What do you think of the dress? I know it's not a usual thing to occupy, but I feel it's a good choice for today's weath- Spence, hello?" your hands passed in front of his eyes, catching his attention. "Earth calling Reid, is anyone there?"

Spencer's intrusive thoughts were interrupted by your sweet voice, who was watching him in search of knowing where his precious brain was at the moment.

"Wait... You don't like me? Geez, that's too bad. I think my choice was bad, I'll see what I'll do with him-"

"You look beautiful."

Your nervous glance went to Spence's face, who was watching you breathlessly.

"Really?"

"Don't put him back, please." Your own words startled him. "I-I mean, i-it wasn't a bad choice, i-it looks spectacular on you, well! You always look spectacular, all the time, every day, that's my opinion! B-but your opinion may be different, I mean.."

A giggle came out of your mouth, stopping Spencer's rambling.

"Thanks for the compliment, maybe for next time you can join me in choosing, I've decided I want to give dresses and skirts another try!”

Spencer nodded, following your lead back to your desks to get back to work. But the last thing Spencer did was work, because his eyes were on you and your cute green dress.

"And that's how the effect of a green dress brings an IQ of 187 down to 60!"

Emily elicited laughter from everyone, but Spencer was so deep in thought from seeing that dress of yours on the floor of his apartment.

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a lot of love, alme. ❀

[ghostgirl-22]

Art getting GANGBANGED💜

This made me giggle when you sent it anon, I won’t lie <3 Then I thought oh god now I have to write it. So here you are. I am so sorry for this. I don’t know what this is (it’s quite nonsensical). Honestly, feel like I flew too close to the sun. I need to retire from writing smut and start writing an older Art living peacefully by the sea. (Decide if that makes you want to read it or run away) But I digress…

CW: 18+ !NSFW! EXPLICIT bimbofication, feminization, objectification, D/s vibes if you squint, there can be the perception of CNC but I promise you everyone really wants this, especially blondie, but please avoid if things like gangbangs trigger you. Can feel a bit AU…let’s be generous and say canon drift…

Your reference is this post about a negligée (an impossible word to spell btw so watch me fuck it up repeatedly along with all my other spelling and grammar mistakes).

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It’s a game of truth or dare. That’s how the whole thing happens.

Regular and completely normal Friday night. Patrick’s visiting Stanford. The girls team is at an away game, traveling back tomorrow and the boys just finished a tournament playing the same team here and Art sends him a text.

Hanging out with friends probably gonna play video games, you should come and bring drinks.

And then 10 minutes later: I think my roommate wants to fuck me lol

Patrick has to laugh because this is actually the kind of stupid thing that could only happen to Art.

Art is already dizzy and flirty when Patrick arrives at his dorm with the alcohol. His cheeks are already coloring, his eyes are dilated. And it’s no wonder because he’s already getting way too much attention. There are three other boys in the bedroom with him, his roommate Carter who Patrick could tell, so very obviously wanted to fuck Art since he first met him. But it’s worse now ever since he woke up once in the middle of night and heard Patrick doing it.

And then two others Patrick doesn’t know but Art calls them Jamie and Max, “friends” from the Stanford tennis team. Patrick clocks them right away as having the same desire to fuck Art that Carter has.

That kind of male attention makes Art go silly. At this point Art doesn’t even need a drink. He’s half lost, giggling at things that aren’t even funny just because some cute boy is touching his knee, pinching his cheek, calling him pretty. Patrick’s hard immediately.

It’s truth or dare, Carter’s idea, and Patrick’s probably drinking too much. The game gets nasty pretty quickly. Art can’t sit still, he’s on his hands and knees when Max says “I dare you to kiss me.” Can’t stop himself when Jamie dares him to do it again, but with tongue. He’s in his t-shirt and boxers, ass sticking out as he crawls over Patrick’s lap to kiss Jamie. Carter’s adjusting himself, mouth open, staring at it. Patrick thinks once or twice about letting them pass him around. Shit like this is usually foreplay for him but right now he’s feeling so buzzed he might just want to see how deep this rabbit hole goes.

He’s horny as fuck, but his brain doesn’t actually break until Art’s roommate says, “Truth or Dare, roomie, is it true you stole your ex-girlfriend's lingerie?"

“I didn’t steal it,” Art hiccups, he’s distracted because Max runs his fingers through Art’s hair on his way back to the circle, with a new drink which he hands to Art. He cups Arts cheek, fingertips brush against his lips. Art’s whining “stop it,” but Patrick sees the way he follows the touch. Art doesn’t even notice it when Patrick takes the drink out of his hand, because he’s dangerously close to spilling it everywhere. He’s not even drunk, barely even tipsy and still just so empty headed.

Carter goes to Art’s Stanford issued dresser and pulls out this thing from the first drawer. Barely a thing. A pink little slip of a thing. “What’s this?”

“She let me have it,” Art says, voice pitched too high. He’s sitting on his knees, hands pressed between his thighs.

”Why?” Carter asks, like he knows something they don’t know. Patrick thinks he likes him the least.

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone,” Art says, it’s too whiny and playful.

Patrick’s mildly annoyed now, “Share with the class,” he says. He doesn’t really want Art keeping secrets with roommates that aren’t him.

Art goes all compliant and he’s squirming on the floor as he looks at Patrick, “She said it looked better on me.”

Both Max and Jamie start snickering.

Patrick thinks of himself as a genius. He generally thinks he’s the smartest person in the room most of the time, but this has to be one of the smartest things he’s ever said or done ever. In ever. “Okay…I dare you to try it on.”

“You want me too?” Art asks, glassy eyed, as he gazes at Patrick.

Patrick grabs at his t-shirt and he doesn’t even have to pull. Art just gravitates towards him, closing his eyes, parting his lips instinctively and Patrick thinks he’s in love with him. Like one day he’ll probably marry him, move him into a house with a white picket fence and fuck him so full of come that… etcetera etcetera. The American dream.

“Yeah, put it on sweetie.” Patrick says gently. “Call me when you’re done… I want to see it first.”

Art licks his lips and opens his eyes again before he stumbles to his feet. He tries to take it from Carter but Carter hides it behind his back which means Art’s got to reach around him, touch him, play with him. When Art manages to get it away he’s already blushing. He goes in the bathroom, telling them no one better laugh. And Patrick needs a cigarette. Needs to run a marathon or climb a mountain for all the pent up energy inside him right now.

“You his boyfriend or something?” Max asks, curiously.

“Or something,” Patrick says. Truth is Art only started putting out after he found out Tashi was. And as long as Patrick has wanted to fuck Art he’s never really stopped to think about why Art chose now. Patrick isn’t picky. He’s not picky at all. He’ll fuck Art, he’ll fuck Tashi, he’d fuck them both at the same time if they wanted it.

“Can you share?” Carter asks.

Patrick shrugs, “I think I have been.”

“No I mean really share,” Carter says and he stares at the bathroom door.

Patrick smirks. “I think I need another drink.”

He can hear Art calling for him and when he taps the door to let himself in he’s pretty sure that’s the moment— the exact moment— his brain fully and completely short circuits. From that point forward he’s actually an entirely different person.

“It’s just too…” Art whines, unable to think. He’s sitting on the toilet lid bouncing his leg. The blush goes everywhere. Down his chest to the pink lacy teddy. It fits like a glove. It’s hugging his waist, see through sheer fabric over his chest embroidered with with some kind of threading that would barely hide his tits if he had any. Patrick can clearly see his nipples, taut and erect through the sheer fabric. It’s not the only part of him that’s erect. The equally sheer lace panties underneath the negligée are straining to keep him contained and he’s fucking soaking the lace with precum, so wet, Patrick thinks, leaking through his panties like a fucking girl.

Patrick thinks he’s gonna fuck him right there. Pull him on his lap and go fucking crazy.

“Patrick I—I wanna— I need—“ he stammers, helpless. He’s gone full, if I only had a brain.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Patrick says, swallowing thickly. “I know what you need. Come here.”

Art’s still bouncing his leg, he’s got pretty legs, soft and smooth and toned and so long. Still in his nearly knee high white socks. Fucking slut. Patrick guides him to his feet, and immediately Art’s wrapping his arms around Patrick. Patrick can feel the way he’s starting to rub himself along Patrick’s thigh. The wet hot heat of him. Patrick shoves Art up against the wall to stop him and he takes a deep breath, coming to the distant realization that he’s actually shivering. “Can you hear me?” Patrick asks, probably trying to calm himself down more than anything else.

Art nods.

“You hear my voice?”

“Mmhm. Patrick—- Patrick please I need—“

“I know. You need to be fucked, don’t you baby?” Patrick’s not sure what he’s saying but Art just moans. “Fuck. You don’t even care who fucking does it. You’d let anybody in right now.” Patrick continues.

Art is nodding his head. ”Mm, yes Patrick please, please, please—” he groans, begging, pleading. For one terrifying minute Patrick thinks he’s gonna get on his knees in that slutty little slip and break Patrick forever. His eyes are all glassy and wet and he’s trying to get friction, attention, something, his blonde curls falling into his eyes.

“Oh fuck it, come on,” Patrick says and he opens the door. Art walks timidly into the bedroom. Patrick stays a second longer to look for the lube under the counter and finds a box of unopened condoms too. The second he stayed was too long. Carter’s already got Art pressed up against the wall, tongue in his mouth, Jamie’s got his hands inside the fabric of the negligée, rubbing his nipples like he’s got a full set of tits or something. Max is watching, touching himself, idly over his boxers.

The whole time Art’s moaning helplessly moving his hips. Needy like he’s in heat. Patrick makes them wear a condom if they want him. And holy fuck do they want him.

Patrick starts it first on the bed, pulls Art on his lap just to get him wet, get him loose. He’s careful about it. Art’s so horny he’s trying to lose it quickly so Patrick has to grab onto him, slow him down. Even him out.

“Fuck,” Art’s whining, mindlessly. “Fuck, Patrick it’s so big. It’s so big. It’s so fucking… much.”

Patrick’s rubbing his tummy through the fabric, he’s flexed so tight, barely breathing. Patrick moves up to brush his nipples and he moans.

“Hey gorgeous, you wanna try this?” Max whispers, pressing his cock to Art’s lips. “I dare you.”

Art doesn’t need the dare. He takes it in his mouth eagerly. Patrick can feel him squeezing, clenching, grinding as he sucks on it… can feel the overwhelming heat of his tight little body. Patrick grips him tighter to steady him. “Take your time,” Patrick whispers.

He’s taking so much in his mouth. Max starts groaning, “Oh fuck. Yeah, take your time gorgeous, holy shit.”

Patrick kisses on his throat where he’s swallowing and tries to coax him off. If he stays inside much longer he’s going to lose his mind and that’s the last thing he needs right now. They need at least one working brain between them.

Art’s breathing heavy when he opens his mouth, drool spilling everywhere. Patrick pushes him to get up and Carter grabs him next. He pushes him on the bed on his hands and knees and goes to town, so eager he barely lasts. As Carter’s fucking him Art is licking Jamie’s cock, and then swallowing on Max’s, occassionally both at the same time. Patrick is sitting on the other twin bed, trying his best not to lose it untouched for how fucking hot this is. Art is so far gone Patrick wonders if he even realizes how much of a fucking mess he is.

He’s got it all over him, hands, tongues, cock. They’re all kissing, touching, putting fingers in his hair, in his mouth, in his ass. Jamie and Carter both fighting to get a turn. Jamie fucking him till he’s coming, hot sticky ropes of it dripping, dripping slowly from his soaked panties onto the bed. He’s overstimulated taking Max, but he doesn’t stop. He’s pushing back on it, moaning in a way that sounds like he’s vacillating between pleasure and pain.

Carter starts kissing him and eventually Arts just moaning into his mouth.

“You’re so goddamn pretty,” Jamie’s cooing, jerking himself. “Gonna make me wanna nut again, fuck.”

Art’s making pleasure sounds only now. His cock filling up again just a few minutes before Max is finishing inside him.

“Shit, that felt so fucking good,” Max breathes. Art looks around dizzy as Max pulls out and starts tying the condom off. And then Carter’s on him, kissing him again, so he sits up and crawls into Carter’s arms so he can be held. But Patrick grabs him by the waist.

“My turn, come here, princess,” Patrick says, teasingly, pulling him back onto the second bed. His bed.

“Patrick—I think I— I need to—“ Art’s climbing onto him all doe eyed and wet, wet lips, wet eyes, wet with sweat and come and lube. The lingerie falling off one shoulder and his pretty pink nipple just exposed. Patrick nibbles at it gently.

“Patrick,” Art whines.

“You wanna come?” Patrick asks softly. His voice doesn’t sound like his own. He pulls Art onto his lap and eases himself inside and Art’s moving right away. He feels looser than Patrick’s ever felt him before but he’s still so nice and warm, and too fucking tight for him. He’s not ever to be trusted alone with boys, Patrick decides. Not boys like this at least. He just barely gets Art over the finish line when he’s losing it. It’s not even 5 minutes and he’s losing it. Does it raw just to spill it all inside him. If Patrick had something to prove he might be embarrassed but he is the one holding onto Art in the end, soothing him. Calming him down as he comes back to reality and in that reality Art is his…even if Patrick is more than willing to share when Art needs it.

When the other boys have left and Carter’s in the shower and they’re finally alone together Art is mostly back to himself. They’re eating leftover pizza and watching Sports Center. Art is devouring his, probably starving after using all of that energy. Patrick tangles his fingers into Art's hair, it’s still a little damp from the shower.

“Truth or dare,” Patrick says

“Truth,” Art says, his mouth half full.

Patrick sighs. “I don’t know what that was but you’re fucking beautiful.”

Art turns to look at Patrick with a little smirk, still chewing. “I know.”

“And you can’t ever do that when I’m not there.”

“I know,” Art says again.

“So I’m keeping the lingerie.”

Art shrugs, “I know.”

“Okay know it all,” Patrick gazes back at him and then takes the rest of the pizza crust out of his hand, smiling as he takes a bite. “Good.”

[dearggntlereader]

could I get an SEX ON THE BEACH🩱with JJ Maybank? Love your fics btw <33

"you feel my heart? That's how much you affect me, my love"

This turned into a bit more angst than fluff but I hope you like it anyway<3

You don't know how long the guy in front of you has been talking, you don't know his name or if he's a kook or pogue, all you know i JJ and some kook girl have been talking for exactly 3 minutes and 37 seconds and she's already feeling up his arms, squeezing his bicep and leaning closer while he smiles.

The guy in front of you chuckles and you turn to look up at him, laughing along a bit longer and louder than necessary. He really isn't unattractive, broad, lean shoulders and a pearly white smile.

His dark hair falls into his face and you carefully start playing with it, stepping closer to him. His hair is soft but thinner and straighter than JJ's. Longer, too. Something in your stomach churns when you remember that someone else gets to touch JJ's waves right now.

His hair always reminded you of the sand on the beach and nights spent giggling in the water. Of long summer days and the anecdotes and lectures Pope shares while you try to fall asleep on JJ's shoulder.

This Guy's hair makes you think of how little he looks like JJ. Sharp and piercing eyes instead of soft, loving ones and an almost uncanny perfect smile instead of the crooked grin you love so much.

You're about to pull him in to kiss you anyway, he's been looking at your lips on and off for the last minute, to forget. Then someone presses into your back, pushing you harshly against the uncanny guy. You turn, ready to get an apology just to be met with sandy hair and loving eyes getting pulled away from you by previous kook girl.

You only now notice her frankly ridiculous heels on the literal beach and a short and mean laugh bubbles out of you as you look at him.

"Watch it, your girl might stumble, " you mumble, scoffing.

JJ stops letting himself get pulled away to assumingly get a blowjob and glares at you instead. "Better than your Friend here pulling out his cock right here and now." He turns to uncanny guy and grins at him the way he only does when someone steals something from him, mean and possessive. "You seem desperate, man"

The guy behind you tries to push past you but you're faster. JJ groans, holding his red cheek where your hand harshly met him just a second ago. "You're acting like you weren't about to get your meat bitten off by Blondie over here!!" you scream hiss.

The last time you two lashed out at each other like this was when JJ tried to stop you from going outside in a dress with the legit smallest neckline ever. Still, he made a giant deal out of it and you never solved that fight. Just bounced back two days later.

"Like you could do better," he yelled.

You're fully ready to bite back something when his words fully hit you. It might be stupid but it's in this moment that you realize JJ will never want you.

You couldn't do better, because he wouldn't want you to.

Your eyes glaze over and you simply turn and leave, stumbling over the sand and towards the chateau, pushing past people. Luckily barely anyone even noticed your hissy fit and you let your eyes wander over the waves crashing against the shore.

You don't hear his steps following behind you but you know he's there when you feel his hand on your shoulder, turning you towards him with a soft smile. You've memorized his hand without even knowing. The rough skin and slightly crooked pinky.

"What's wrong, baby?" His voice is unbearably soft as he tips his head down to catch your eyes.

Your voice wobbles as you ask him, "Why don't you ever care?"

His eyes are filled with worry and confusion as he grabs both of your shoulders and steps closer. "I do care! I care so much about you, princess"

It's hard to explain what you're feeling, but you manage. You blubber out how you've liked him for so long and he obviously doesn't, how he's never jealous, never affected.

When you finish it's scarily quiet, you stopped hearing the party and the only thing accompanying you two is the water as it glistens under the moonlight.

It's quiet until he grabs and kisses you.

Suddenly everything in you is loud and screaming in a weird, tingly way. Yet, so perfect. Your waist burns as he grabs you and pulls you closer and you let out a soft sigh when you let your hands fall into his hair.

Softly your body calms down until you settle, with the help of JJ's thumb circling your skin over and over.

You pull back slowly and he follows you, as if hypnotized. His fingers close around yours and he softly takes one of your hands out of his hair and places it on his chest. "you feel my heart? That's how much you affect me, my love"

follower event

[middstape]

Chapter 1 (the letter) will x lisi au

7 a.m. November 17, 2023

Today is the day.

At four p.m. Lisi will find out if she is accepted to play in the world juniors her third year in a row.

A month prior Lisi received the letter in the mail stating that she was a possible draft prospect and to keep up to date if the world juniors wanted her. It's not that she was really nervous about not getting a chance to return to the team but almost half of her freshman season was cut short due to a shoulder injury.

At seven sharp Lisi heard the piercing noise of her alarm clock going off. She groaned and turned over turning off the alarm before putting the covers over her head. She was never much of an early riser. Just as she begins to doze back off there's a knock on her bedroom door.

"Lisi can I come in?" a small, shy voice from the other side of the door calls out.

Elliot.

Elliot is Lisi's younger brother- the baby of the family who has been attached at the girls hip since she could remember. He has always had a habit of getting up before everyone else and waiting outside her bedroom door for the alarm clock to go off before asking to come in.

Lisi lets out a short sigh before responding. "Sure bud comm'on in." Not even a second later Elliot is rushing into the room straight on to Lisi's bed.

Elliot looks up at her and whispers "Are you nervous about today?" Lisi looks up at her little brother with a slight smile "Only a little bit, nothing crazy to worry about." He smiles before it slowly fades from his face, "If you leave I'm not going to see you for a long time." Lisi's eyes soften at the little boy "Don't worry too much babe, it's only a couple of weeks."

"Yeah I guess." He mumbles. Lisi pauses for a minute before speaking up "Tell you what, let me get ready and you can come with me and Allison to get breakfast and get ready tonight." Elliots eyes light up before bolting up from the bed "Really?!" Lisi almost laughs "Yes really now go get ready or I'll leave you here." She warns. Before she can say more Elliot is up from the bed and halfway down the hallway.

After Elliot is out of the room, Lisi gets up from bed and starts to get ready for the day. She throws on some straight legged-light washed jeans and a baggy graphic t-shirt before brushing her hair.

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As she walks down the stairs her phone pings twice.

Going into the living room Lisi takes her phone out of her back pocket and see's that she has a text from her best friend and an unsaved number in her phone.

iMessages

Alley Cat: im ready for ya whenever u get here ;)

Lisi: gotcha be there as soon as E's ready <3

Lisi smiles at Allison's text before getting another message from the unknown number.

iMessages

xxx-xxx-xxxx: yo future miss usa cap we're in madison rn if you want to meet up

xxx-xxx-xxxx: oh shit this is ryan btw

Ryan? Ryan who? Lisi scrunched her eyebrows before texted back.

Lisi: um ryan who sorry?

xxx-xxx-xxxx: damn you don't see someone in four months and the forget who you are :(

The lightbulb went off in her head before she grinned and rolled her eyes.

Lisi: leonard. that's totally not my fault i have your old number. if anything you forgot about me when you didn't send me the new one.

Ryan Leoser: um well thats irrelevant anywho you wanna meet up with us

Lisi: and who is us?

Ryan Leoser: me gabeo and smitty

Lisi: I suppose I can make time for you guys in my sched yk busy day and all

Ryan Leoser: yeah yeah grandma where you wanna meet

Lisi: blah blah blah meet me and allison at breakfall in 45 don't be late

Ryan Leoser: yes ma'am i've got a very excited blondie wanting to see you. he'll make sure we aren't late.

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Lisi grins before turning off her phone before calling out to Elliot. "Let's go bud we got a lot to do today." Elliot comes rushing down the hallway before making it to the door.

As they walk out to Lisi's car she speaks up to her brother "Do me one favor El?" He looks up at her with curious eyes "What?"

Lisi tries to hold in her laugh "Never become as annoying as Ryan Leonard."

~an~

hooray chapter one is done *cue bullhorn*

any who this is only slightly proof-read so mb for any mistakes

also ikik no will this chapter :( BUT he is coming don't even fret

also ryan<3

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hey! For the tickletober prompts, how about lee!kenma, ler!kuroo and day 27? Kuroo finds that Kenma can't stand when he tickles him with his mouth (nibbles, kisses, raspberries, etc). Hope you are doing great! 🥰

Tickletober day #27: Hysterical

I think I had a bit too much goofy fun with this one. I haven't watched Haikyuu in 50 years so sorry if characterization is off.

Funnily enough, this req. reminded me of my undying love for Yaku. He was my fave Nekoma player cause shortie hehe/j

Btw this is meant to be timeskip

Hope you enjoy! :D

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Kenma x Kuroo (romantic)

Lee: Kenma

Ler: Kuroo

Warnings: Tickles!

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After a long day of work, what better way to unwind than by having your boyfriend snuggle on your lap while they play videogames? Kuroo could think of a few things. To be honest, he wanted Kenma’s attention, but when blondie was in gamer mode, no god on this earth could stray him from his path. Well… thinking back, there was always a way to get stubborn Kenma away from his game.

The signature cheshire smirk graced Kuroo’s lip as he tightened his hold around Kenma’s waist. He then took a deep breath and…

“GAH! PFFT! KUROO NOHOHO!” his gaming device went flying off his hands as Kenma’s whole body jolted aggresively.

“Aww, still ticklish KenKen?~”

“Don’t call me that- EEP! WAHAIT! STYAHAHAHAP!” the half blonde threw his head back, which frankly inly made it easier for Kuroo to keep nibbling at the sensitive skin of his neck.

It was no secret how ticklish Kenma was, it was a prominent trait all throughout childhood. But Kuroo is the only one to know just how much mouth tickles affect him in particular.

“Oh? Then how about here then?~” the rooster head’s teeth grazed along Kenma’s earlobe, earning a dramatic gasp.

“T-THAT’S STILL SO BAHAHAD- AH KUROO‼” Kenma screeched in ticklish glee as he was suddenly pinned on his back, with a smug Kuroo staring down at him with a thirst for more.

“H-hold up! Can’t wehe talk about this?!” the shorter male spewed out through nervous giggles. Even without being touched, he was already a flustered mess.

“Less talking, more laughing~” Kuroo leaned down, his hands latching onto his boyfriend’s sides while he kissed and nibbled that sweet spot below Kenma’s ear, close to his neck. With wiggling fingers and kisses attacking him, Kenma could only do one thing.

“BAHAHA! K-KUROO! YOU AHAHASS! S-STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T!” Kenma’s face was as red as his old volleyball uniform. His brain slowly turning to mush as the overwhelming ticklish sensation drowned him in giddy pleasure.

“But honeyyy, you’re so cute and ticklish~”

At Kuroo’s tease, Kenma let out a high-pitched squeal through his already hysterical laughter. It wasn’t long until his body started to grow tired and stopped trying to squirm away. His laughter dying down to soft hiccups.

“Ahaha- *hic* Kuroo, please..!”

At the cute, breathless whine from his boyfriend, Kuroo finally relented. Opting to lay beside him and hold him close to his chest.

“Better, princess?~”

“Shut up…” Kenma’s voice grew muffled as he burried his face against the taller one’s chest, but Kuroo certainly caught the smile left on his face. Yes, nights were meant to be spent like this.

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[fruitsoxs]

drunk vashwood x reader fic where the three start fooling around with eachother. First it starts where Vash and Reader have to kiss (Wolfwood is the initiator) then the dares get more and more extreme until Reader gets fucked by them. love the idea of ​​being used like a slut by both of them ❤️

so this...is longer than i was planning

pairing; vashwood x (GN AFAB)reader warnings; smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI! , hairpulling, choking, cunnilingus, rough fucking, three way, blowjobs, face fucking, use of the word "slut" , drinking , drunk sex , use of {name} word count; 2.7k notes; uhm...so yeah...i made them a bit tipsy - not super drunk btw. also this setting is totally written to be part of this au

It might have been a  bad idea to buy a bunch of flavored vodka to “try” it all out with your roommates. Or maybe it was the best idea you’ve ever had. All you know is that this night will definitely go down in history for you three.

Your reach for the next flavored shot, cheeks red from the alcohol. The movie in the background had been paused a half an hour ago, forgotten due to how much the three of you were talking. You pick up the disposable shot class and press it against your lips. In a second you’ve downed it, the liquid burning your throat. “Peach.” you mumble confidently slamming the glass down.

All three of you are sitting on the floor, you and Vash leaning against the couch behind you while Wolfwood sits with one leg up in front of you. He looks pretty unfazed as far as drinking goes,but you can see a light pink color on his ears. He’s good at hiding it because he’s usually found with a drink in his hand when the three of you decide to venture out. He’s not a party animal by any means, he just can’t get through social situations without being black out drunk. So, he’s probably just hiding it. 

It was your idea. Something you saw on some stupid video and decided you wanted to try out with Vash and Wolfwood. The idea was to buy a bunch of flavored vodka and have you three guess what the flavor is every time you take a shot. It’s supposed to be harder the more you drink, but the almost sickly sweet stuff is pretty easy to taste. The only one you struggled with so far is caramel.

“This game is boring.” Wolfwood hums, leaning forward to rest his chin on his knee. “Well sorry for trying to have a fun Saturday.” You pout flipping him off. “Any better ideas?” You challenge him. He grins, and you suddenly have a feeling that was not the right move to make. He looks much too happy. “I can think of a few.” He sits up and turns to Vash. “Hey blondie, truth or dare or whatever-” He asks. Vash’s eyes widen at the and he stutters out a hesitant “Truth.” 

“Boring.” Wolfwood groans. 

“Let him live Nico!” you chide shaking your head. You pat Vash’s arm and he smiles over at you in appreciation.

Wolfwood sighs and shrugs. “Fine.” he looks like he’s deep in thought as he mulls over his options. His lips lift into a knowing smile at Vash. “What was your first time having sex like?” he asks and Vash turns bright red. “That’s not fair you know about that!” the blonde exclaims. Wolfwood just laughs and motions for him to go on. “If you don’t say it you have to drink.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “When was that a rule?” you ask the room, clearly confused. “I just made it one.” is all Wolfwood says. Vash sighs and rubs his embarrassed face before speaking. “Okay so- It was my first time at a college party. I had never …. You know… and this girl asked me back to her dorm. I thought she was cute, so I went with her. And I uh finished just from her touching me.” He tells the story with a wince. “But that was a long time ago! I’ve improved so much more since then.” He tells you while you laugh.

“Hell yeah you have.” Wolfwood winks, eyes burning into Vash’s. The comment has you shuffling in your seat (or lack thereof) awkwardly. You know that those two definitely have a relationship that’s more than what you can see, but they’ve never really explicitly talked about it in front of you. Maybe they don’t want you to feel left out? Then again, they’ve been a lot more handsy with you lately. Maybe you’re being invited into the mix?

Or you’re just living a fantasy. Who wouldn’t want to be with those two? You knew the moment you moved that it would be difficult to not fall in love with these two idiots. They’re so attractive, and somehow the sweetest people you have ever met (despite how tough and nonchalant Wolfwood likes to act). So yeah, you kind of want to kiss them both. Really bad.

The conversation moves forward when Vash turns to you. “Hey, truth or dare.” You think for a second, but ultimately land on “Dare.” Vash looks like he wasn’t expecting that and sighs. “I’m bad with dares. Ummm..” he thinks for a few minutes while Wolfwood taps his fingers against the ground impatiently. “Go ask for some sugar from door 111.” Vash finally dares and you give him The look. “Vash, it’s 12 am.” you point out, but the man only smiles.

The guy in apartment 111 has been a thorn in your side for a couple months now. Not only does he never stop talking when he sees you, but he’s been trying to get you to go to dinner with him since you moved in. He just doesn’t know how to take a hint. He’s probably not awake, but if he is you can’t imagine how long you’d be stuck out there. So, instead, you grab one of the bottles of vodka and take a swig.

Vash pouts and lets out a small boo while Wolfwood laughs.

From then on the dares and truth continue. The three of you have fun baring your secrets and doing silly things for one another. Wolfwood takes off his shirt per your request (you love his tits okay?) Vash texts his brother a stupid pun that is immediately met with a “I can’t deal with your shit right now, Vash” text. You tell them about your first time. The activity is a lot more fun than what you had planned, and it seems to just keep getting wilder.

Until it comes back to Wolfwood and Vash. The moment Vash says “dare” Wolfwood’s eyes light up with mischief, and he leans back on the floor resting his palms flat against the carpet. “I dare you to kiss {Name}.” and the room goes quiet. You laugh a bit at the awkwardness, expecting Vash to take a drink. He doesn’t. Instead he turns to you, and slowly dives in. He gives you plenty of time to move away if you want, but you don't.

Soon his lips press against yours, and the sickly flavor of the alcohol is all you can taste on his lips. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close as he moves his lips against yours. You can’t help but keep the kiss going, finally getting what you always wanted.  It’s a sloppy kiss, but it feels incredible. When the two of you finally pull away, he’s smiling. 

You don’t even realize Wolfwood has moved closer until he speaks. “Shit.” His cheeks are a little pink, and he’s smiling at the two of you. Vash squeezes your waist and sits back. I dare you to kiss them too” You try to stutter out the fact that he hadn’t even been asked ‘truth or dare’, but Wolfwood’s  lips are on yours before you can get a word out.

His kiss is more demanding. He grabs onto you and lifts you into his lap so you’re straddling him, forcing your lips together with a soft grunt. Lips taking over yours, as he licks and nibbles at your bottom lip. You let out a gasp and his tongue is in your mouth before you can even think. He twirls his tongue around yours before slowly pulling away. 

You’re dazed, and a bit confused by the suddenness of their actions. The dares continue though, giving you no time to really think over what’s happening. “I dare you to take off their shirt.” Wolfwood mumbles, his lips resting against your neck softly. Vash acts immediately, lifting the fabric over your head from behind you. His lips trail across your shoulders, pressing tenderly against the skin. Your eyes are wide, your face red, and breathing hard. You’re having trouble keeping up with what’s still going on. Vash’s light touch completely contradicts Wolfwood’s harsh grip on your hips as he bites at your ear. You think It’s technically vash’s turn to dare, but the two have seen to completely forgotten about that as Vash unhooks your bra. Wolfwood  reaches a hand up and slides the thin fabric the rest of the way down, his eyes on your chest. He smiles and trails a hand up your stomach before grabbing ahold of on of your breasts and squeezing.

You let out a soft moan  and rest your head back against Vash’s shoulder. Vash smiles and tilts his head to kiss your cheek. “So good for us.” he whispers before pulling you into another kiss. As Vash kisses you, Wolfwood continues to play with your breasts. Squeezing, rubbing, and pinching. It draws out the sweetest sounds from your throat. He eventually takes a nipple in between his lips, and you have to pull away from Vash to look at the new feeling.

Your legs squeeze around Wolfwood, and you already know you’re dripping wet. 

Wolfwood grins around your nipple, and bites down gently before pulling away. His hand slides down to the line of your shorts, before going further down to trace against your clothed pussy. Your breath hitches and  your hips jerk up. He holds you down and lets out a husky laugh that travels straight down your body. He’s so hot it’s unfair.

“So excited already. I bet you’ve been waiting for this huh?” he asks as Vash kisses your neck. “Don’t tease them.” Vash mumbles against your skin. Wolfwood eyebrow raises. And he shakes his head. “Fine. Then I dare you to eat em out.” he then snatches you away from Vash, directs you so your back is against his chest, and your legs are spread open. 

Vash turns a bit red, but he looks happy to do as he was asked. He carefully slips your pants off, and smiles as his hands trail back up your legs. His fingers ghost over your cunt, the barrier of your underwear still there. “Soaking through…” he coos, and leans down hooking one arm under your thigh. He presses his face against your pussy, and licks the folds through your underwear softly. Your hips try to buck up again, but he holds you down with the arm wrapped around your leg. He slowly works his tongue up to your clit, and draws circles around it. All the while, Wolfwood is lazily squeezing your breasts as he watches Vash destroy you. You are desperate for more friction, finding that the underwear is too heavy of a barrier. You cry out a moan. “Take them off.” you beg.

Wolfwood laughs and slips a hand under your shin, lifting your head up so his lips can connect with yours. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue down your throat as Vash continues to tease your pussy. When Wolfwood pulls away he’s got a devious little smile. “I don’t think it was your turn to dare us sweetheart.” he points out. His next words make you sigh in relief. “But I think we can let it slide this once.”

Vash pulls your underwear to the side, and finally his lips connect with your pussy. He lets out a moan as he slides his tongue between your folds, licking up your wetness. “So good.” He hums as he works his tongue along your vagina. He finally starts licking and sucking at your clit, and you find yourself moaning and reaching down to grab at him. 

Wolfwood’s hands are back on your breast as he whispers praise into your ear. Together, the two work to draw out your first orgasm of the night. Vash’s tongue is insanely talented, and Wolfwood’s voice just does wonders for you. Your body shakes as you near your climax. “I-I’m close.” you moan out, and Vash continues at his deadly pace. “Good. Cum for us sweetheart.” Wolfwood whispers, and you come undone. Vash works you through your orgasm, lapping up all the juices. 

Vash takes his face away just in time for Wolfwood to flip you over onto your hands and knees. Your face is now pressed onto his jeans that are dripping with precum. He Runs a hand through your hair, and grips tightly. You get the message and start hurriedly undoing his tight pants. Behind you, you can hear Vash struggling to do the same to himself.

You manage to undo Wolfwood’s zipper, and he rises to his knees so you can rip his bottoms off. His dick springs out, and you have to hold yourself back from gasping. It’s thick. You mumble something along the lines of “Jesus” and Wolfwood laughs. “There’s no Jesus here.” he grips your head and pulls you forward so your mouth lines up with his cock. You part your lips and stick your tongue out, which earns a soft grunt as he thrusts it into your mouth. You choke and moan at the feeling, running your tongue along his member the best you can as you bob your head back and forth.

Behind you, you feel two fingers probing at your entrance, the slide in and out making you squeeze your eyes shut. The work you open and then pull out,  leaving you feeling empty. They are quickly replaced by something much bigger at your entrance. Your eyes widen, and you try to pull away from Wolfwood. His grip tightens though, and he keeps your mouth wrapped around him as Vash slowly slides himself inside you. You choke and cry out around the tip of Wolfwood’s cock as Vash bottoms out. The two sit there for a moment, getting you use to the feeling before finally Vash begins to move.

As Vash slams his hips against your ass, you let out a moan which makes your throat squeeze around Wolfwood’s dick. He groans and begins to full on face fuck you, holding your head in place as his hips snap against your mouth. The two fuck you senseless, sinful noises echoing through the apartment.

Vash doesn’t speak, but he whines and moans each time he thrusts into you. Wolfwood, on the other hand, lets you know exactly what he’s feeling and thinking. 

“Such a good little slut.” he groans, slamming his dick into your mouth. “Letting us use you like this.” He grips onto your hair a bit tighter. “Your mouth is heavenly. I bet your pussy feels even better though.” You look up at him, and he can’t help but moan when your eyes meet his. “How do they feel, Vash?” he asks looking over to watch as Vash fucks you from behind. 

“So-So good.” Vash responds, barely able to speak. 

You feel so full. They both move in and out at the same speed, making sure that no matter what you are stuffed with one of their dicks. It’s amazingly good, and your body can only handle so much. Your orgasm starts to build as you clench around Vash. You’re almost crying around Wolfwood’s dick at this point. 

“She’s close.” Vash mumbles and Wolfwood nods. “I can tell.” He smiles down at you and grips your hair tight again. “You gonna cum sweetheart? Cum like the little slut you are?” His words are the final nail in the coffin as you let out a scream, cuming around Vash’s cock. He lets out a whimper as loses himself in you, trusting  you rigorously as his cum coats your insides. 

The scene makes Wolfwood’s dick pulsate before he slams against your face one last time, making you choke as he cums down your throat. You cough as he pulls away, face red and lips swollen.

He tilts your head up and smiles at you. “Such a good little slut.”

Vash pulls out, making you whimper and collapse onto the ground.. He disappears and comes back a moment later to wipe down whatever remains. Wolfwood lifts you up onto the couch, and holds you softly in his arms. At some point, a blanket is set on your body. The two of them cuddle up beside you as the movie begins to play again, and shower you in soft kisses throughout the night.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Battle of the Best

Request: "Can you do a fic where the reader is teasing Yelena about how ticklish she is. And then claims to not be ticklish, but is only is certain spots? Btw, really love your fics."

Note: Thank you for this fic request and the kind words! I'm sorry it took so long but I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1464

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“I’m booooored…” you complained, lying across the couch in the living room of the Avenger’s Compound. 

“Y/N, why don’t you keep Yelena company? She’s bored too and I have some work to do, so I can’t entertain you two children,” Natasha suggested in a teasing tone. 

“We are not children,” Yelena interjected, as she had just entered the room. 

“Uh huh,” Natasha said, quirking an eyebrow.

“C’mon Y/N, Natasha has made me your babysitter for the day,” Yelena said, grabbing your hand to lift you off the couch. 

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Well, since we’re two children, we’re going to the park today,” Yelena declared, as you giggled.

“The park? Where all the little kids are?” You asked skeptically.

The blonde nodded, quickly escorting you out the door.

A short walk later you arrived at the playground area, which was recently renovated. Luckily for you two, there were no people or little kids at the playground. 

“Oh look, they added gymnastics bars!” You said excitedly. 

“Wanna have a competition?” Yelena said, a small smirk forming on her face. 

“Whatever it is, you know I’ll beat you at it,” you retorted back.

“We both hang from the bar and see how long we can stay on. Whoever stays on the longest wins,” Yelena explained.

“How is this a competition exactly if we know I’m gonna win?” You asked, with a cheeky little grin.

“The catch is…you can do anything to make the other person fall,” Yelena added.

“Pffsh, okay blondie. That won’t help you win you know,” you said cockily.

“We’ll see you little butt,” the blonde replied. 

“You go first,” you said to Yelena.

“I’ll set the world record for longest hold,” the blonde assured you.

Yelena clung onto the bar, hanging loosely without her feet touching the ground. You started the timer and it began counting up. You slowly walked over to the blonde, smirking evilly. 

“I know you think you have this in the bag, but I have a trick up my sleeve,” you said, grinning in her face.

“And what would that be?” Yelena asked.

You wiggled your fingers teasingly, as the blonde’s eyes widened and she shook her head frantically.

“Y/N, NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Yelena shouted.

With that, you began tickling her armpits, making her thrash around and laugh. She was stubborn, and you knew she wouldn’t give in so easily.

“I’LL NEHEHEHEVER DROHOHOP,” she shouted, as you giggled at her reaction.

“My goodness, you’re so ticklish. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to be this sensitive,” you teased, which only made the blonde blush and laugh harder.

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE,” she laughed, kicking her legs to try to keep you away.

You quickly grabbed her legs, yanking both of her shoes and socks off to expose her bare soles. 

“Uh uh uh, no kicking,” you said teasingly, while you began to rake your nails over her soft feet. 

“NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE,” she squealed, still barely holding on to the bar.

“You might set a record, but instead you’ll set it for being the most ticklish person on earth,” you teased,” as she just shook her hand and continued to laugh hysterically. 

You tickled underneath and between her toes, knowing this was a sweet spot. The blonde let out a shriek of giggles, as you eventually released her foot. Yelena was still holding on by a thread.

“Not giving in are you?” You asked, eyeing her carefully.

“Never,” she said breathlessly.

“Really?” You asked, now squeezing away at her sides, which she immediately went to protect, as she dropped down on the soft surface beneath her. You followed her down, quickly pinning her arms and continuing to tickle her sides.

“Y/N! STAHAHAHAP IHIHI ALREHEHEADY DROHOHPPED,” she cried out, as you just shrugged and continued tickling her. Eventually you let her go, having mercy on the cocky blonde.

“You..are..such…a jerk,” Yelena managed to get out, still breathing heavily and recovering from the tickle torture.

You looked at the timer and saw that she had lasted 5 minutes.

“You really think this will be in the record books?” You asked teasingly, as Yelena retorted by giving you a soft poke on the side.

“Nice try, but I’m not ticklish,” you said, giving the blonde a side squeeze, which earned you a yelp.

“Sure, Y/N. I totally believe you. Now get up on that bar,” Yelena insisted.

You hoisted yourself up, hanging the same way the blonde did. You had decent arm strength, so lasting more than five  minutes seemed like a piece of cake for you.

Yelena immediately picked up your feet, taking off your shoes and socks the same way you did. She began to scribble up and down your feet, expecting the same reaction out of you that happened to her. However, you didn’t feel a thing, much to your pleasure.

“Nice try blondie. I told you I wasn’t ticklish and you didn’t believe me,” you said, rubbing it into your face.

“Y/N, everyone is ticklish and has a secret spot. I’ll find yours,” she said evilly. Part of you panicked inside but you would never let that show. You tried your best to concentrate and block any other sensation on your body.

Yelena moved up, lightly tickling your calves, knees, thighs, and even your hips and sides. None of those spots even got you to crack a smile, much to Yelena’s frustration. 

“What can I say? I have nerves of steel,” you said triumphantly. 

Yelena rolled her eyes, but was determined to not give up. She slowly moved her fingers up to your ribs, pausing for a second, before digging her fingers between your ribs. Your eyes widened, not expecting this sudden, overwhelming sensation. You clamped your mouth shut, desperate to not let out any giggles. Unfortunately, Yelena was a spy and could pick up on even the smallest of details.

“Oh? Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you…ticklish?” The blonde teased, digging in between even more aggressively, causing you to jolt.

“Y/N, just laugh. You know you want to,” Yelena said.

“N-n-ehehverrr!” You replied, letting a small giggle slip out. 

“I heard that Y/N. Come on, I’m only gonna get you worse if you resist,” Yelena said evilly. 

“Yelena! Stop tickling mehehehee!” You giggled, as fingers sped up.

“Nah.” With that, she dug in full force into your ribs, causing you to shriek with laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” You squealed, as Yelena grinned at you.

“Silly Y/N, that’s the point. It’s supposed to tickle for super sensitive people like you,” Yelena teased.

“IHIHIM NOHOHT SUPEHEHER SENSIHITIHIVE,” you shouted, desperate to drop down.

Yelena moved up to your armpits, earning a whole new fresh wave of laughter. 

“IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you screamed, as you dropped down from the bar, Yelena catching you before you hit the ground.

“Thanks,” you said, as Yelena smirked evilly.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” she said, as she pinned you on your stomach.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Yelena asked.

“Nowhere! Now let me go!” You said, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere.

You felt the blonde slip her hand underneath your shirt, as she began to softly rake her nails over your back. You lost any and all control.

“OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEHEASE ENOUGH!” You cried.

“You can never have enough tickles, Y/N. Plus this is what you get for lying you little brat,” Yelena commented. Her nails continued to torment over your upper and lower back, making sure to dip into your sides and the back of your ribs. Your feet kicked in desperation, as the blonde began to tickle the back of your neck, one of your weakest spots.

“PLEHEHEASE LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO AHAHAHA IHIM GONNA PEHEHEEE,” you shouted, as Yelena finally let you up.

“This will teach you to one, not lie, and two, don’t think that you can beat me in any competition,” Yelena said teasingly.

“You’re still way more ticklish than me,” you retorted with a playful glare.

Yelena raised an eyebrow and moved towards you again.

“WAIT NO! I TAKE IT BAHAHAHCK!” You scream-laughed as she gave you another quick rib tickling. 

“Oh my gosh, that spot is bad,” you whined.

“That’s a good thing,” the blonde responded, as you rolled your eyes.

Yelena checked her timer and realized it had been running the whole time.

“Guess that means I win,” you said cheekily.

“No it does not! You definitely fell way before me, I just didn’t stop the timer,” Yelena said.

“Guess that means we’ll need to have a rematch, right?” You said, as you both shared a grin, and the blonde nodded in agreement. 

With that, round two of tickles and laughter began, and you two were definitely no longer bored.

[forgetmenomore]

Bonsoir tis I the Qiao Ling hater hunter and the same person that found out she's voiced by The Suzie Yeung(Still not over this btw)

Uhm how do I ask this....

Is Vein a Cannibal or not,is Xia Fei bbg and is LIU XIAO A LITERAL CULT LEADER???????

Xia Fei is just there atp

Hello treasured asker! I'm also not over Qiao Ling's voice actor, I'm so glad you told me so I can look into more of her work <3

Alright! Personally, I think Vein's whole cannible gig is 🌟symbolism. I think he does really shady business, and maybe his ability is connected to blood and flesh and all that fun stuff. Although, him forcing people to eat (supposed) human meat could just be a show of his absoulutely crazy power! (Or, you know, he's a cannible, but what can you do?) I think he feeds upon his prey (Liu Xiao's hunter symbolisms/metaphors), and isn't really empathetic/sympathetic. Either he paired up with Liu Xiao, or Liu Xiao and him are rivals. I'm opting for the first option

Liu Xiao being a cult leader??? I agree with you on that so much, I mean, he literally (maybe) tried to get Blondie Boy (Xia Fei) to join some shady business. He's the mastermind, for sure. He probably likes keeping his own hands clean, and observes. Ultimately, he's probably going to be our worry in the future. He's also SO FINEE!

Xia Fei got some massive storyline packed in there and I know it. Cheng Xiaoshi's probably going to try and help our poor bbg and stumble into Vein's shady stuff. Honestly, I really hope he doesn't die. Also, him doodling in class was so real <3 don't bleed to death, please 🙏

House of the hot headed indeed

[streamdotpng]

I don’t know if this would be very exiting. But for the streamer enid au.

Someone already asked for one where weds popped up on stream.

So to build on that.

Weds either off stream, partially on stream like the previous Drabble. But Weds is just speaking french sweetness to Enid. And Enids just staring at her complete lovestruck expression or something. And when Weds stops talking, Enid has some simp response. And chat just roasts the shit out of her.

this is from a chatter's point of view btw:

you're there, vibing, having fun, watching a werewolf streamer scream like she's getting murdered. You wonder if there were any possible noise complaints with the amount of times it happened but you're here to enjoy the show.

you're a new chatter, so you don't exactly know much other than she really is a big fan of Viper de la Muerte and the amount of collectables strewn in the background just makes it all the more obvious.

You can respect it.

Endespair looks comfy, dressed in sweats and a worn pink sweater as she lounges on her chair. The aesthetic is all over the place. You expected an edgelord with eyeliner, not a blondie with dyed hair but its definitely a nice contrast. The scar wasn't that bad to look at either.

Its giving retired adult who looks young or basement dweller who takes care of herself.

Honestly, if you've seen her in the street you would ask for her number but judging from the "Adult werewolf who is totally married to Wednesday Addams" in her bio, she's either taken or a huge stan.

You've known of the author for a lil bit and she's a rather private person so it wouldn't be that surprising.

well you win some, you lose some. So you go and focus onto your work, the screams and ushers of paranoia turning into white noise until... is that french?

You blink when a hand, very much pale compared to the werewolf, grasps at her chin and tilt her head up to someone off cam. Theres a gold ring on the newcomer's hand and you think back to her Endespair's tagline.

Oh yeah, if you thought that she was single before then you were proven absolutely wrong now. You don't know a lick of french but its not everyday someone spits the words "amor" and caresses a persons face like that without some form of romantic intention.

Also, Endespair's blushing very very hard and you didn't need to look too hard to see blue eyes blown wide open.

When pale over here stopped talking, a garbled mess of words came from Endespair in reply and you can't help but laugh. Yeah, there's no way they aren't dating.

stream ends soon after and you open up your twitter to post something real quick.

Man, you'll definitely pop up in for more streams.

nerdemoji @popularnormie who's going to tell me wednesday addams has such a cute wife?? Totally digging the whole the opposites attract she has with @endespair

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wednesday'swife @marriedtowa YOU'RE LYING?? THERES NO WAY

Stan Endespair @numerounoe NAWH �� ENID WISHES THO

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

what if you give us like insite on your oc and katsuki's relationship? (this is totally not because I wanna have our ocs meet over a cup of coffee and talk about their versions of the feral blondie) I think your oc is very silly. Also, is there any other ocs you have that exist in the mha universe or other animes?

much love - Kovu

hey moot !! so this is SOOOOO long overdue i have a lot of long overdue stuff in my inbox super sorries :((( but id LUVVVV to tell you more about my oc and katsuki while im at ittt :DD tysm for asking !!! thank you btw ! i think your ocs are very silly too !

katsuki n ryoko's relationship !!

katsuki n ryoko met in childhood when they both were just kids (OF COURSSEE) keep in mind this is very cheesy but i am nothing if not a sappy cheesy lovesick moron ! so no regrets for me >:3

ryoko came to school like in the middle of the year, and the moment she got introduced it was love at first sight lol😭 YESS YESS BOOO TOMATOES TOMATOES I DONT CAAARRREEE !! i love love love wins over all 😌💗 so basically he wants to talk to her immediately, but also even back then he was emotionally constipated and had no idea how to introduce himself normally. ryoko never met any other kids her age formally before then, so she was always sitting alone and reading and katsuki would randomly come up, comment on the book shees reading, get embarrassed, and then leave 😭

"...whatcha reading ?" ryoko gets nervous to talk to new people, so she shows him the book title. and after he looks at it for a good ten seconds he mumbles out a "that one sucks" and runs away, leaving her a little shocked😭

she got kinda used to him doing this every day, and slowly but surely he starts staying a bit longer and the longer they talk the more boasty baby katsuki shows up and then he's back to his loud behaviour. he gets her to introduce herself to his friendgroup, w izuku in it. (hes a wee bit jealous that she actually ends up liking izuku a lot)

katsuki is the first person that came to talk to her, so he's very close to her heart, and he's her favourite !! fun fact ! the rpp series is pretty much based on their relationship !! anyways they start dating somewhere towards the end of their second year in middle school, cus katsuki acts more subtle in his bullying of izuku when shes around cus he knows she will get mad and not talk to him,, and two izuku is her best friend too (much to his chagrin cus HES her numba one bff tf😑) and they've been together ever since !!

2. do i have any other oc's in the verse !

i do !! and they (mostly) all have s/o's bc i am a very hopeless romantic 😭 !!

first i have himari 'mari' hamasaki ! shes dating shouto, and no worries their relationship has a bit more depth than katsuryo 😭😭 !! but theyre cuties and i love them ! her mom was a pro hero called voltri who passed away when she was 7 and her father is a famous hero gear inventor ! their relationship isn't the best unfortunately.. mari has a mecha related quirk !!

next up !! kyosuke nishiyama !! he's himaris older cousin ! and by older i mean by like..two days lol, but he loves holding that over her head cus hes a little shit like that😭 they love to act like they hate each other, but theyre very close, so they just call themselves (and his other siblings) brother and sister, and not to mention they look a lot alike, so ppl don't rlly question it much ! he has a chain related quirk like kurapika ! his dad is a business man/ househusband and his mom is also an inventor :3 ah, and he has a boyfriend (who is my friends oc !!)

keisuke and kensuke nishiyama are kyosukes older brothers !! kensuke is 22 and in college to be an inventor, and keisuke is 19 studying criminal psychology :D ! keisuke has a girlfriend also not girlfriend called furaha i say gng bc he's built awkward asf and had no idea she was in love with him and he with her, but they'd make out and kiss n act like a couple contstantly until he realized he liked her 😭 !! furaha is a congolese exchange student from canada !! lil funfacts for them kensuke is a stoner (lol) keisuke is a speedrunner, and furaha can do her own hair !! (im jealous)

amara 'gogo' kanyinda and omari 'king' kanyinda are both siblings ! omari is the leader of an underground crime syndicate and amara is an assassin in that syndicate ! (much to omaris displeasure) omari n amara were both in an abusive household and since omari is older, he escaped first and told amara he'd come back to get her when he got his shit together, and he did !!! they act like they hate each other too, but omari would rlly do anything for his sister and he's a major softie ! they're both congolese ! omari's nickname king comes from the fact he's the boss of the syndicate and because of his attitude, because his personality is kinda shitty LOOL😭😭 also he has a dog named guts !! (yes hes a manga nerd)

i don't have a quirk for him yet unfortunately 🤧 tho im thinkin of a super strength one ! amara's quirk is called ball n' chain ! she has the ability to control and manipulate a ball and chain made of energy, it extends from a central point, typically the hands but she prefers to use her legs ! she can manipulate it telepathically, can control the length and thickness of it and can imbue the chain with energy so she can cut through objects or give an extra impact ! gogo is the nickname she got from her friends bc her quirk is similar to gogo yubari's ball n chain from kill bill ! and she liked it sm she ran with it :3 amara has a boyfriend (who is my friends oc) !! they're very in love and i love them more than my entire life.

these are all my main ocs i talk about the most !! i tried not to ramble tooo much !! 😭😭 my bad if i did

much luvv xxx tysm for reading if you did !!

[hozaloza]

Cool little predict/scenario (spoilers ig)

What if the group escapes with the help of the Crane group (except Ashlyn ig... she'll be going through some shit with Maverick kind of staying by her side, evil or empathy idk), and each kid is with the Crane Group member who matches them the best: Ashlyn- Maverick

Aiden- Mr. Thomas

Ben- Blondie (that is, if he does get his name drop, btw I'm gonna consider a character having a name mean they are important to the story)

Taylor- Jasmine

Tyler- Ryan

Logan- Alex

And they're all just kinda on the run from the bigger organization. I like to think each kid has different feelings based on who they got with.

Ashlyn is stuck in this strange comatose phase, following phantoms around to figure out how to get out of this sleep. She senses Maverick nearby but can't do much about him. Although, she senses strange calmness every time he's around (He's speaking comforting words to her, hoping she could hear them, and let it be known he's there for her... omg uncle figure y'all?? FOUND FAMILY AU BABY-). Maverick is just sort of sitting by Ashlyn, observing her to see when she'll wake up, wondering why he came to this point in life (redemption arc baby).

Aiden doesn't trust Mr. Thomas at first, refusing to believe he and him are similar. But after some exposure, he finally understands the similarities, and feels seen by the teacher. They do... a lot of stupid shit while on the run (All those poor billboards man). Thomas also has to keep Aiden close to him in case the phantom tries taking control. Although he does treat Aiden to skateboarding and cool events (which they half the time end up having to leave early because Crane members)

Ben is hesitant to talk to Blondie, not wanting to speak to him. But he notices how Blondie doesn't really look like he wants to talk either, but forces himself to so he could communicate important information either way, and starts to slowly communicate with Blondie (with paper). They bond over the fact that they both don't like communicating with their voice, and Blondie thought giving Ben some speech therapy could help him out. He works with him often, while they relax in calming picnic spots or fields.

Taylor literally will refuse to talk to Jasmine the first 3 days, both out of fear and frustration (She probably has PTSD bc of this woman). Jasmine won't force her to talk, simply asking questions that require head nods or shakes. After 4 days, Jasmine gives Taylor a nice little trip to the Mall Of Georgia, seeing if there was a possibility to contact her brother (who was with Ryan) so they could talk after so long. She let her roam a little bit, with a good amount of cash to treat herself. Taylor does some shopping, not really having fun since she was alone, but she overall got a good change of clothes, meaning she didn't have to wear Jasmine's stuff anymore. While exiting from the food court, she stood there for a second, observing a group of friends having a fun time, not having to go through the hell she was in. She pulled the hood over her head, just wishing things could go back to at least the simpler times. However, she was unaware of the fact that a Higher-Up crane was attempting to sneak up on her. But luckily, Jasmine had been driving up the car to the entrance and planning on waiting for Taylor, when she saw this. Without thought, she drove full speed and hit the Crane Member. Taylor was caught off-guard, and realized what had been happening. "Get in!" Jasmine yelled in a panic. Taylor quickly threw her bags inside, closing the door, and Jasmine sped off. [Side note- Some kids who knew Taylor recognized her, and it spread around the school like crazy]

Tyler is straight up being sassy with this man. Insulting his bald ass head (Insults is his coping mechanism fr), and not really cooperating half the time (Phantom is starting to affect him, so). Although, when he is calm, he generally learns about Ryan, and they discuss about their similarities (Like them being both Hispanic, although Ryan is also mixed Vietnamese). He takes Tyler around the state, giving him a little break from the madness, also making sure he has a safe place to be at night for when it hits 12:00am. (He took him fishing once, safe to say he's never doing it again.)

Logan already got along with Alex, so he's just discussing about plans to get back with the group. However, Alex encourages him to take breaks every once in a while, by taking him stargazing on multiple occasions. He also does calming activities with Logan, like touring museums or having nice little snacks by ponds. They also grow close to each other, treating one another like family (FOUND FAMILY AU BABYYY)

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Yes, Taylor's was kinda long. I thought of this concept bc of her, let the child have it. Anyways, hope you like this little ramble I had that actually involved all the kids 💪💪 Bye bye (Prob more coming soon, lmao I'm gonna go insane this hiatus. Red hope you're doing good though, take a break if you need it)

[numetaljackdog]

WILT 8/3/2024

spotify//youtube

and get this. song notes under cut

Limp Bizkit - No Sex: ahaha the funny bizkit band!!!!! except this song speaks deeply to some Themes 😐<-the seriouser. pretty sure i've talked about this one in past WILTs but it just continues to strike me as unusual to hear fred like this on significant other. it's such a shameful song, definitely with some large doses of deflection and passing the blame to the woman he's addressing in the lyrics, but it connects on a base emotional level that fred rarely operated on at this point in bizkit hiztory, and an emotional level which i operate on every day of my life. this is in my top 3 lb songs

Jerk - I Hate People Like That: whenever i'm listening to this song, it's the best song in the world. i discovered this through the "crazy-ass moments in nu metal history" instagram page and loved the live video (the singer looks so cool!!) but hearing the studio version for the first time was the real jaw-dropper. recommend the whole album, some of the crunchiest, tastiest, most australian industrial i've ever heard

Deftones - Lotion: FINALLY entering my deftones era with lots of around the fur. lotion came on shuffle whilst i was mightily zooted one day and i decided that this was, in fact, the best song ever. the little vocal riff in the chorus? wild. plus ngl i do feel sickened

Fabricoh - Arm the Left: what a cool hardcore band :)

Coal Chamber - Fiend: idrc about coal chamber that much but this shit bumps

Klokwise - Bounce With This: as i believe i mentioned, this is one of my current favorite tracks from a newer nu metal band. hype as fuck, good riff, lots of bouncing. one thing i like best about klokwise is that they have a catchphrase. fucking brilliant way to build a community around your band. people can just say WISE UP and if you're with it then you immediately know what's up

Faith No More - Jizzlobber: speaking of themes and topics. i have been getting more into fnm due to reasons beyond my control and well frankly they are so bangers. "banger" doesn't really cover this one though this is straight up freak shit those vocals are crazyyyy

Cradle Of Thorns - Flesh: before videodrone was videodrone they were a strange little diy industrial outfit that made some independently-released records throughout the 90s. i've much yet to explore from the back catalog but this is a jam that's a combination of sexy and nasty and funny. included in the youtube playlist is footage of ty what's-his-name flailing and screeching like a wet little loser faggot boy

Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us: i followed the beef from about the midpoint to the conclusion and i'm still marveling at how thoroughly kendrick lamar put that man in the dirt. and made some bangers along the way, this shit is in my head everyday

Faith No More - Digging the Grave: the singing so good. that's all i really have for this one rn, this is the newest addition to the rotation

Boskat - Boiler: honestly rudeboy really deserves most of the credit for this, like yeah boskat came up with a catchy riff but otherwise it's like barely their song. plus i checked out some of their other shit and it's mid as hell. really good nu revival track but seems like a total fluke unforch. plus idk why they shied away from just saying "dick" like grow up

Joey Valence & Brae - Packapunch: been bumping some jvb recently, which is where some of the beastie posting has been coming from. i'm a little cynical about some of their new stuff like ohhhh yeah i bet you want to add nu jazz and breakcore and w/e to your sound yeah i bet your online-as-fuck audience eats that shit up. but then also i'm part of that audience and i kind of do. so i guess they've got me there. plus danny brown! i'm serious about the beastie girls thing btw

Blondie - Rapture: another legitimate claim for the title of first-ever rap rock song! which is crazy bc it comes out of nowhere. like wow this blondie song is good in the way that most blondie songs are g- hey wait what. i love new wave and art punk and other stuff too. plus debbie harry's voice sounds realllll sexy when she sings the song title

P. O. D. - School of Hard Knocks: from little nicky. it's nu memtal

Insane Clown Posse - Hum Drum Boogie: oh goody! anyway me + the crew have been jamming this album recently and this song is so funny. MY BALLS

Charli XCX - Guess featuring Billie Eilish: i like girls :) this track strikes me as like a modern take on the paradigm of older club hits where there's like a male rapper who's the main artist and a female singer who's featured and does the hook and through the lyrics the narrative of performance is that they're gonna fuck down on each other. this is that but instead of pitbull or whoever it's billie eilish. and well that's kind of awesome. becuase of lesbian sex

Natalie Portman - Natalie's Rap: i don't give a fuckkkk about snl but i love when women rap and i love when it's violent on purpose

Chris Korda - Save the Planet, Kill Yourself: i got obsessed with the church of euthanasia recently after reading a bunch about the unabomber and that led me to chris korda's music which admittedly is not something i would give a fuck about if not for everything else going on with her. i would have added "i like to watch" instead of this but for some strange reason that i just can't fathom it doesn't seem to be widely available anywhere. weird!

Insane Clown Posse - I'm Ugly: actually awful song but soooo fucking funny. and then it gets kind of hard at the end and i stand by that

BONUS TRACK!

Trapt - These Walls: fuck these guys and their shitty band but also this song is kind of real as fuck....... like yeah man i would trade everything for this. however this was almost certainly purely incidental as all their songs sound like they were made in a lab

[nonaonann]

Gothamites must have THE BIGGEST headache trying to keep track of all the birds and bats. I mean, all the different mantles they uptake during their vigilante tenure, think the robins and the batgirls,, plus all the different names and costumes they take up before settling into whatever DC continuity decides on.

Bonus: You think when one of them goes through an extreme costume change, some gothamites just think a new one has hit the streets?

ALSO, imagine trying to talk about a specific batgirl but it's just:

(For context, in current canon, both Steph and Cass are Batgirl. They're operating at the same time with the same name.)

"Oh, the ginger? She was badass. I dont think she's a Batgirl anymore though."

"No, I'm talking about the other one."

"The other one? Bro, there's more than one."

"The newest one on the scene."

"The purple one?"

"No, bro. She's been on the vigilante scene longer than the other one."

"Bro, no she hasn't. The ginger was the first one."

"I'm not talking about the ginger!"

"..."

"..."

"The one covered head to toe in black?"

"YES!"

"But she was Batgirl before the purple one."

"But the purple one's been on the streets longer."

"But she's the newest batgril?"

"She was a robin before that. The girl one."

"BRO, I KNOW THERE HAS NOT BEEN A PURPLE ROBIN."

"Dumbass, of course not! She wore the same colors as the others."

"Wait. So she wasn't that other purple vigilante?"

"Dude, Spoiler and the purple Batgirl are two different people."

"No way, dude. They have the same cloak thingy. Plus, no way Spoiler would let some girl walk around in her color, she was kinda territorial 'bout it. They have to be the same person!"

"Bro, based on that argument, the Robins might as well all be the same person."

"Ah, that's true... Backtrack, you said the girl Robin. There's been two."

"No there hasn't, dude."

"Yes there has. The second ginger one was a girl."

"There is no ginger Robin, bro, let alone two. Only black haired and one blondie."

"Dude, I swear I'm not lying about that."

.

It must be even worse with the Robins. No one can agree how many there's been, what hair colors they had, if they wore pants or not, if they've died, their age, their gender, what new name they picked up (if they dont think ex. Robin 1 and Nightwing are two dofferent people). It's all chaos.

Just, imagine this:

(Their referring to the Robin toy in the BatBurger kids meal btw)

"What Robin's this thing modeled after?"

"...Definitely not the new kid. That thing's [the toy] pale as the frickin' moon."

"So...one of the black haired ones?"

"Dude, they practically all have black hair."

"Bro...we talked about this last week. There were two gingers and a blonde."

"Yeah, but then Bobby said there was no way there were six robins."

"But then Tiff said there was definitely a blonde one cuz she met the girl a few times."

"Oh, and she did say there was at least one ginger, but he went emo, black box dye or somethin'."

"Oh wait, this one [the toy] doesn't have pants."

"That's still like half of them, dude!"

"Well I'm sorry, Bro! Take it up with the Bat! Tell him to get some fucking variety."

BONUS:

(Situation: someone being held hostage is being saved/handed over to paramedics or something OR report asking the question gothamites are dying to ask)

"Are you ever going to give an official statement on how many vigilantes are operating in Gotham?"

*inaccurate stare translation: Even I don't know how many there are. They keep appearing no matter how many times we do a headcount.*

"Silent treatment, terrific. What if I said a number, this number including you in the count, and then you said higher or lower?"

*small nod*

"Ten?"

*points a finger up, holds back an amused smile in response to the person's godsmacked face, then grapples away*

.

[The next day | someone's reading the article/blog post/tweet]

"There's more than ten of us??"

[drpoisonoaky]

Sometimes supergirl has a random thought that has to be shared with a specific person.

[Thought 1]

[On a rooftop with nightwing looking at some criminals]

Kara: Do you realize you can say “have a nice day” without problems but when you say “enjoy the next 24 hours” sounds threatening.

Nightwing: THE FUCK SHE’S DOING HERE

Babs: and if you use seconds instead of hours sounds even more threatening like “enjoy the next 1440 seconds”.

Kara: Exactly! Well good luck and good night *kiss her in the forehead and flew away*

Dick: I-

Babs: Shh they’re moving.

[Thought 2]

[Inside the clock tower with Steph]

Babs: Steph you have to be more caref-

Kara: A coconut has hair. A coconut has milk. A coconut has flesh. Therefore, a coconut is a mammal.

Steph: WHERE DID SHE CAME FROM?!

Babs: A coconut is a fruit babe.

Steph: THAT’S NORMAL TO YOU?!

Kara: Your logic is no fun but you are pretty so *kiss her in her left cheeck* bye *fly away*

Steph: that wa-

Babs: cause if you aren’t more careful I’m going to call Cass.

Steph: WHY DO YOU CONTINUE LECTURING ME AS IF NOTHING HAS HAPPENED

[Thought 3]

[Inside the clock tower with Dinah]

Dinah: There were like 10 guys at least but she came and fight al-

Kara: Do you realized that poems that don't rhyme are just really weird sentences that make people feel awkward?

Babs: Maybe you can write one and use it instead of fighting.

Kara: Oooh I’m going to do that *kiss her in her temple* see you tomorrow night *flies away*

Dinah:

Babs: and what happened next?

Dinah: I guess birds of a feather flock together.

[Thought 4]

[At the batcave helping Bruce]

Bruce: I’m trying to enter but-

Kara: Do you realise your lap only exists when you sit down? When you stand up its not a lap anymore.

Babs: That’s a good one.

Kara: The accessibility of this place is awful btw.

Bruce: Are you done?

Kara: Geez you didn’t even flinch.

Bruce: I’m part of the justice league. They always show up like that.

Kara: …okay I guess. Well *kiss babs on the nose* see ya!

Bruce: as I was saying-

[Thought 5]

Riddle: Riddle me this Wh-

Kara: Pizzas are circles cut into triangles put into squares. It feels over geometric.

Riddle: shit shit shit I cannot win a super-

Babs: Mmm now i’m kinda hungry. Can you hit him to end this sooner so we can get some pizza?

Kara: Your treat?

Babs: Of course.

[Thought 6]

[With Harley on a rooftop]

Harley: And then this guy came-

Kara: I bet the person that invented popcorn must have been really surprised.

Harley: FUCK YOU YOU NEARLY KILL ME YOU S-

Babs: I hope they didn’t have any cardiac pathologies.

Kara: Right? I’m gonna get some *kiss babs on the top of her head* bye!

Harley: Men I love popcorns.

Babs: So…

Harley: I’m sorry bratgirl but I don’t remember what I was telling you before the blondie.

[Thought 7]

[On the clock tower with cass]

Babs: When will you perform? I want to see you again, I miss watching you dance.

Kara: Someone could be stopping time, then unstopping it, and we wouldn't know.

Babs: I think that violates every law of physics.

Cass: They have to feel quite alone.

Kara: True. My powers are better. *kiss babs in her right cheek* Nice to see you Cass!

Cass: She’s nice.

Cass: In two weeks.

Babs: I’ll be there.

[Thought 0]

Kara: Babs, can I ask you something?

Babs: Always.

Kara: Can I fly wherever you are every time I have like a stupid thought and tell you and then go back?

Babs: Like a message.

Kara: Well yeah but faster and forcing you to read it.

Babs: mmm

Kara: A random thought, a kiss, and scaring the hell out of whoever you are at the time, what do you say?

Babs: If you do it more than 15 times in a week, the dinner on date night is on you.

Kara: Deal!

[cyndrastic]

aight update on the future au:

polls not over yet but it’s leaning heavily at McCormick, so i’ll give you my pcov designs and some headcanons for the McCormick parents rn cause out of all the adults they’re my favs 💕💖

i love them so much you don’t understand (also surprise surprise Kenny married Butters [changed his name to Vic], no one could have ever guessed that considering one of my first art posts on this account was a bunny comic 🙄)

anyway they both have mullets cause i just really like mullets, and Vic shaved the side of her head cause that’s my headcanon of what butter’s hair is in the show (cause his little tomato puff makes no sense) and i feel like he would have kept those.

more details and explanations for some things under the cut (aka im ranting about my fav characters and how they work as a couple with little bits of au lore sprinkled in)

Vic-

you may notice i’m jumping back and forth between he and she for Vic, and that’s cause he uses she/he. Don’t get me wrong, I love Butters and Marjorine, but i’ve seen the argument between them so many times. “Butters is a Cis guy!” “Marj is a trans girl!” fuck it Vic is a gnc icon and picks whatever gender he wants depending on whatever the fuck he wants and he’s hot both masc and fem. and i mean very hot. Butters in the show gets a couple descriptive things, namely in the “It’s Butters!” song hes said to have dimples, and more importantly when his father thinks he’s wearing his mom’s makeup when he’s not. that means this kids got perfectly flushed cheeks, nice eyelashes and eyebrows, and unblemished porcelain skin even at 8 years old. that paired with his blonde hair and presumably blue eyes (i’ve never met a blondie without blue eyes), emphasized cheek bones we see in the pcov special (implying he’s got a more slender face and likely more slender and long figure in general, which is the what literal modeling agents tend to look for btw [i would know my grandma and mom were models because they were both pretty with thin frames and lanky limbs]), and the scar over his left eye makes him insanely attractive.

the scar especially gives him something to stand out with; make people remember him (sometimes he even takes out his glass eye just so people get a good look at his empty socket and that image can be seared into their brains). being androgynous also helps make everyone, whether they’re attracted to men or women, find him hot. no one even knows if Vic is short for Victor or Victoria, and that’s the point. also due to how he grew up in this au (spoiler alert, Vic’s life was awful for a lot of years between beginning of high school and when he reconnected with Kenny as an adult [that’s an understatement Vic is by far the most traumatized character in this au]), he doesn’t feel particularly comfortable with being on one perfect end of the gender spectrum; girl or boy. So no matter how he’s presenting, he’s always going to look somewhat androgynous.

Kenny-

Kenny is kinda the same, i just wanted him to look more cool and unhinged. I got rid of the full beard cause i can’t draw it and also hated it, but i added snake bites cause they’re cool. I also got rid of the beer on his shirt cause I feel like after being raised by two alcoholic assholes he wouldn’t drink much as an adult. oh yeah and he’s a he/they now cause you can’t tell me princess kenny didn’t awaken something in him. i feel like he would go to a fancy award ceremony for some massive science breakthrough in a gown. he’s the typa guy to accept some prestigious award for his scientific findings in a slutty silk dress. Basically everything I changed in Kenny’s design was to make him look more like the wacky uncle who gives children weapons (spoilers he is). i kept how the pcov specials made his stockier cause honestly i just like him a little bit bigger. I feel like that’s a treat to himself. he spent so long in a home where he’d probably have to starve some night cause they couldn’t afford to eat, so when he becomes an extremely successful adult, he can give himself the luxury of eating three meals a day or eating junk food that was too expensive for him. he can finally afford to be a little bit heavier; it’s just proof that he’s made it this far from where he came. He’s also more of a mad scientist in this au a la Dr. Mephesto, but far more ethical in what/how he runs experiments.

both-

Their dynamic and characterization in this au is by far the most fleshed out because of how much I like these two characters, and it’s genuinely my favorite couple in the au. I might make a whole separate post on how they operate as parents because they’re both so horrifically worried that they may accidentally follow in their own parents footsteps. Yknow, generational trauma and whatnot. They’re also both insanely unhinged. Both of them are just balls of the walls crazy, which stems from both of them being traumatized (i mentioned Vic is the most traumatized in this au, Kenny is the second most cause of dying thousands of times over his whole life).

Kenny has lost all grasp of physical or mortal fear cause by this time in his life he’s died so much he’s lost any sense of connection to injury, even to other people. It’s difficult for him to register that other people are mortal because it’s such a foreign concept to him, and that can lead to some issues in the lab given that it’s such a dangerous place to work. Meanwhile, Vic has the people she cares about, and has a hard time grasping that people she doesn’t care about aren’t just stepping stones. She was used her whole life, then used and hurt people as an adult (yes she was an NFT bro, no she’s not anymore), but now she has a hard time not snapping back into the NFT thing and scheming every cent out of whoever gave her a dirty look at Walmart. Kenny and Vic can and generally do help each other out with these things, but they can also be each others worst instigators (“oh yeah you should absolutely do that consequences be damned” “no he had it coming to him don’t worry” “yeah fuck him up! beat his ass!” typa shit. they support each other non-conditionally but sometimes that leads to them getting arrested).