#Going to stop rambling like a lunatic

[sophieswundergarten]

Another Muppets song on my list to somehow work into MBS: "Movin' Right Along"!! (I know it's a bit late and nobody cares, but I really wanted to do it)

I think this would be a song the kids do some of their Season 2 travel montage to. Not all of it, since there's also plot important stuff that has to happen, but definitely some of it!

Here is the original song, and here is a cover that I also like. (It moves a bit faster)

Some notes: I get that in Season 2 it's kind of tense and serious, what with Mr. Benedict and Number Two kidnapped and the kids running around Europe unsupervised. However. This is a Muppet Movie. People are barely capable of being serious for more than five seconds. Please keep that in mind as this song is very silly.

Constance very begrudgingly says her lines in a slightly sing-song voice, barely differentiable from speaking. In the parts where it lists all of the kids, she is just half-heartedly lip-syncing, or rolling her eyes at the others.

Sticky is trying very hard to keep track of the maps/train schedules this whole time. He is usually the one pointing the direction they should be going/correcting them if they get lost.

Reynie and Kate are the best roadtrip sing-along buddies. Every now and again Reynie will stop singing because he's trying to keep the group on track, but he is also having a lot of fun with Kate.

Kate would be the one driving the car, if that was feasible/what was actually happening. This is a very contextless and unfounded statement but I believe you need it in order to properly visualize their travel dynamic.

Reynie: Movin' right along in search of more clues and good news Kate: With good friends you can't lose This seems to be a habit! Sticky, holding up the train passes: Opportunity knocks once let's reach out and grab it Reynie: (yeah!) Together we'll nab it Kate: We'll hitchhike, bus or yellow cab it! Constance: (Cab it?)

All: Movin' right along Kate & Reynie: Footloose and fancy-free Getting there is half the fun, come share it with me All, with Kate on sound effects: Moving right along (doog-a-doon doog-a-doon) Sticky: We'll learn to share the load Constance: Don't we need a map to keep this show on the road?

Kate: Movin' right along, we've found a life on the highway Reynie: And your way is my way Sticky: So trust my navigation Kate: Mr. B and Number Two, we're coming to find you We're following the clues Constance: It's sad that you still think we're going to get there Reynie: Constance! Constance: You already roped me into the rhyming scheme once, I'm not doing it again

All, with Kate on sound effects: Movin' right along (doog-a-doon doog-a-doon) Tell me, which train now? Sticky, grabbing her arm as she walks toward the wrong one: No, not that one, it's set to visit Moscow

All, with Kate on sound effects, and still thoroughly enjoying it: Movin' right along (doog-a-doon doog-a-doon) Kate, to Reynie and Sticky: You take it, you know best Constance, in the background as the others confer: I still believe this is hopeless

Reynie, trying to move past Constance's snark: Movin' right along we're truly birds of a feather Kate, slinging an arm around his shoulders: We're in this together Sticky, joining in with an upbeat tone: And we know where we're going Reynie: Teamwork got us here, I really think we can do it! Kate: There's no reason to quit! Constance: Unless you count all of the danger Kate: Not helping

Reynie: Movin' right along, Hey, what does that sign say? Sticky: It says we're near the border, there's a customs delay Kate: Moving right along Reynie: (Thanks, Sticky) Footloose and fancy-free Kate: I think we're getting close Sticky: We've made it to Germany!

Together, celebrating that they've made it so far: Movin' right along Movin' right along Movin' right along Movin' right along

[welcometogrouchland]

Also what if I said the show taking time to show that Luz and Hunter aren't unhealthily dependent on one another post time skip the way they were in thanks to them (but still close seen in Luz's patches on her clothes or Hunter taking time off work to go to Luz's bday) actually plays in to the cycle of sibling betrayal motif w/ the Clawthornes and Wittebanes????

[bachibabe]

— 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫 ♡

synopsis: oh no! what is a cursed spirit supposed to do when he gains interest in a mortal girl? probably not make sex dolls of her, kidnap her, then fuck her until she breaks. but no one told him that!

𖦹₊┆ mahito x fem! reader

𖦹₊┆ wc: 4.5k

𖦹₊┆ warnings: noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, sex doll, cruel and unusual punishment, mindbreak, fear play, blood, biting, marking, minimal prep, cervix bruising, dehumanization (?), creampie, mahito is gross, referring to the sex doll as if it was a real person

𖦹₊┆ notes: the fic ive been writing on and off for a month… she is my baby… i have birthed her. please please please read the warnings and enjoy <33 kms if this doesn’t show up in tags

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

Creak.

Footsteps. Footsteps right in front of you. Right in front of your safe haven.

Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please keep walking. Please. If there’s any god out there please make him keep walking.

Bang.

His fist hits the desk right above your head. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why the fuck did you even hide? It was dumb. So dumb. You can’t get away. Maybe if you ran, kept running forever you could get away. But you can't. Not anymore. It’s too late for any of that.

“There you are, pretty doll.” His sick smile is all you see as he leans down, coming into view. He’s crazy. He’s fucking crazy. You know that. You do.

You knew from the moment he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. Practically buzzing as he rocked on his heels. His speech was slurred, manic. He’s never spoken like that before. So. . . so crazy.

You tried to be polite, you really did. You tried to make small talk, to politely excuse yourself even though your hands were shaking.

You tried to close the door on him but it just wouldn’t shut as he kept rambling. His foot shoved in the way, preventing your escape. His dirty fucking sneakers– god even now you remember them so clearly. You remember so many things you wish you didn’t.

How he fucking smiled when you looked back up at him.

It makes your stomach churn to think about it now.

You remember clearly how he grabbed you. He forced his way inside, slowly backing you against the wall. You remember how he grabbed your wrists, talked about how tiny they were in his hands. Showed you only a moment of warmth before harshly biting into the skin, red rising to the surface, coating his tongue. A sound of pain was retched from your throat, trying to pull away while his grip only got tighter. His hips forced you into the wall, trapping you. Keeping you as prey.

He said you taste delicious.

It fucking echos in your head. Makes you go insane with how it repeats over and over again. Exactly how he said the words. The lilt in his tone, the smile that made him look like he just saw the face of god. How excited he sounded at the first taste of blood.

The way you could tell that he craved more.

Craved everything you had to give.

You didn’t think demons were real before that night. Ghosts, angels– anything that goes bump in the night was just a figment of one's imagination. Maybe hallucinations. But this, this was real. How you wish this was all just some stupid hallucination.

Nothing is paranormal before you face the devil himself.

Nothing is more terrifying than when the devil wants you.

You learned that that night.

He dragged you next door, throwing you to the ground. He looked like a shadow, only a silhouette as he stood in the doorway. The moon casting a glow from behind him. You couldn't see his face, none of it was legible as you scrambled backwards. Trying, trying so desperately to put some space between yourself and the beast.

His shoulders heaved as he panted. Like a fucking monser that just got his kill.

He had.

He closed the doors. Locked them with what felt like a million keys. He started fucking giggling. Giggling like a goddamn lunatic as his demeanor changed completely. He was smiling like an innocent little kid. He was happy. The happiest you had ever seen a person before.

“Ahhh~” He sighed, glee laced in his all too cheery tone. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Speaking, churning in your ears so it's all you can hear. It mocks you. Mocks your very being. Mocks you for trying to live a normal life away from him.

You remember how he clung to you that night as you sobbed. Whining about how you shouldnt be sad, that you were home now. He’d coo, playing with your hair as he tried to ‘soothe’ your trembling body. His arms wrapped around you in a vice. It felt like he was choking the air out of your lungs.

Maybe he was trying, maybe he wanted you dead. You really had no clue. You just wanted to get away– be as far away from him as you could. You’d do anything, you told him as much. Change your name, leave the country. You promised you wouldn’t tell anybody! You would tell him anything if it meant you could leave.

But he kept you in place. Tucked in his arms. His entire body wrapped around yours, keeping you close. Keeping his face nuzzled into your neck. Smelling you. Smelling your fear.

He loves that smell.

If you let him he would breathe it in all the time, treating it as the very thing that keeps him alive. Well, until you die anyway. But he knows that won't be anytime soon! You’re strong. You're tenacious. He knows you are. You’ve dealt with so much in your life, you can deal with him too. He just knows it.

He wonders what all of your other emotions smell like.

Hmm.. What about love? That would be an interesting smell. Maybe it would be sweet like honey? Maybe bitter like chocolate… Humans are so interesting. They're so fun.

You are especially. And he knows you’ll like him too. He’s sure of it as you finally tire yourself out, falling asleep on his beat up mattress. Mmhmm crying for hours must really hurt your soul. Poor thing. He would fix it. Fix you up all nice and pretty. Yeah, he knows just how to. His pretty experiment.

Well, he thinks that’s all you are. A nice human experiment for him to play with. To learn everything about. Learn what makes them tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry. Kenjaku told him as much. He could keep a little human as a pet, dispose of them when necessary. But… he doesn’t want to let you go! Just the thought makes him want to cry!

You are already better than he ever imagined!

Bang.

The chair blocking your body is thrown back, assaulting the wall with a deafening crash. Your hands come up, covering your ears. Shit Shit Shit! Fuck, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?! Your body forces itself as far as it can into the corner of the desk. All you can hear, all you can think about is the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Why are you so dumb?! You knew you couldn’t win! You never win any of his games!

He squats in front of you, blocking your only means of escape. You hear him, watch him inhale deep before letting out a sick laugh. One that makes you want to cry. One that makes you feel like trying to run– trying to hide is useless. Maybe it is. You don’t see how you could possibly get away.

The pictures covering his walls tell you everything you need to know.

“Found you.” He smiles, crawling towards your body, crawling towards your last bit of safety. He looks like a monster– he is a monster. He can’t be human. He can’t. You refuse to believe it. Your legs kick, they try to get away. They try to be your last line of defense but his face only shows that of an owner looking at a puppy having a fit. He looks so fond of you.

You want to scream.

He grabs your ankle. It hurts. Everything hurts. You should’ve become numb at this point, you wish you had. You feel your body slip out from under the desk, dragged against the hard floor. Pick you up with ease, lay you down in his bed. His gross disgusting bed.

He pouts. He fucking pouts at you. Sits in front of you.

“Don't tell me you’re jealous.” His frowns, tilting his head at you. “I didn't mean to make you! I swear! I just wanted to show you. How much I love you…how good I could make my pretty doll feel.” You could never be jealous. Not of anything involving him.

Especially not involving the putrid fucking sex doll that lays next to you in bed.

How he fucked it last night, making you watch. Made you hold his hand while he thrust into the thing. Made you cup his face as he came inside.

“How I’ve been practicing just for you.” He coos, a smile gracing his lips as he moves to his knees, crawling towards you in the bed. “Humans are hard to understand…And I really just can’t wait for you any longer.”

You don’t hear his words. Your eyes fixated on the doll that looks just like you. Every freckle the same, every mole. Every fucking tiny detail mirrored yours in a lifeless, hollow core made of silicon. Filled up with his cum. You don’t want to think about how many times he’s fucked it. How many times he’s pretended having sex with you while holding it close. How much he had to have spent to get such a thing.

How deep whatever he feels for you runs.

You swear it probably coats his veins. Running under every inch of this skin. Giving it color. Giving it life. It's all you’re able to think about when he leaves you alone in the apartments. It’s hard for you to swallow. To believe for yourself. You wish it is a lie.

You let him get close. You let him into your bubble for only a second. You allow his face into your neck. Biting your skin, drawing blood once again. He loves the taste. You think he's probably obsessed with it. You wanted to recoil away, disgusted with how he hums, lapping at the skin. But you don’t. You need to let him have this. Even if it's just for a second.

You close your eyes tight. You feel him relax. He thinks you’re giving in. You know he does. You can do this. You can do this. You may have only made this decision a moment ago as you stared at the doll, but you had to do this. You had to do it for yourself. It may be the last chance you get. You can’t stop fighting.

You can do this. You can do this.

The mantra chants over and over again in your head like a prayer. You feel his hand reach up, covering your clothed breast with his palm. Massaging it carelessly, without any thought or respect for you. In his head you’re probably the same as that fucking sex doll.

Your knee shoots up. Right into his crotch. Right where it hurts the most. Your hands shove him with all the strength in your body, getting him off of you. Getting him away for only a moment while he recovers. Maybe. Maybe you can make it out of the door. Or maybe you can make it to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. Maybe you have a chance. Just maybe.

Your body scrambles off of the bed, moving faster than you ever thought was possible. You race towards the door, arm reaching out for the handle. You’re so close. You’re almost there. You’re almost able to get away.

Freedom is within your grasp, it's so close you can taste it. He forgot to lock the door, you know he did. You didn't hear any of them click back in place when he came inside. He was too caught up in the moment with trying to find you. If you make it there then maybe, just maybe you can get outside. Run as fast and as far away as you can. Call the police and escape from him. Spread the wings he’s tried to clip.

You land flat on your face.

Not even your arms are able to cushion your fall.

A stitched hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you, dragging you again. Backwards. Back into the cage. Back to him. His chest heaves. His shoulders hunch. He looks disheveled. Crazed.

He has that fucking smile plastered on his face.

“I love it when you run. It's so pretty.” He giggles, “You know me so well.”

You kick at him, thrash your body as he pulls you closer and closer. “Get the fuck away from me!” You yell, though it falls on deaf ears. All the strength in your body is being used to get away. To try and escape from him. He can’t be human. He’s too strong. Even with your struggle he still lifts you easily, like you’re just some fucking little kid having a temper tantrem.

“I’ve been so patient…” He sighs, placing– rather, forcing you onto the edge of the bed. Your knees on the floor as your torso is pressed against the mattress. Your arms pinned behind your back with one of his hands. Your hips pinned in place with his own. You can feel his cock against you. He’s hard. “I really am patient, you know?”

He hums, gently rocking his hips against you. His entire length pressed against your cunt. Taunting you. Words are not needed for you to know what’s to come. “It’s really too bad you know? I’ve run out.”

The simple statement makes your blood run cold.

“I’ve been so gentle…so caring…” He purrs, forcing his sweatpants down his legs. Just enough for his cock to spring free. Just enough for him to be able to stroke himself. For him to press the fat head where he wants– no, no. Needs to be. “I’ve really been trying my best to be good for you.”

You wish you could see. You wish you could see everything– exactly what he is doing. What he is planning to do to your wrecked frame. If, if everything wasn’t such a surprise then maybe… maybe you could make it a little better. But like this… you’re helpless. You’re trapped. You hate it. You can’t stand it. You wish you still had more tears left to cry. But you know it’s over. You can’t do anything now.

Exactly how he wants it– wants you.

You feel him stop moving, an excited gasp resonating from his throat. His entire presence changes in a flash, giddiness taking him over as the cogs in his brain turn. Making his own story, his own reality changing all over again. “Unless, you don't want me to be good for you? You want me to take what I want? That’s why you’ve been trying to run and hide?”

His frame towers over yours, his full weight pressing against your back forcing you deeper into the bed as he mumbles into your ear. “All you had to do was say so~ ♡”

All you can do is whimper in response. Whimper like a wounded animal that's been forced to accept their fate. Your head is blank, devoid of all thoughts and feelings. There is nothing. Nothing you can do.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe a small part of you does like it. Who knows. You certainly don’t.

He blows gently on your ear, teasing you before he leans back. Your bottoms are forced down, exposing your cunt to the entire room. You can feel him practically buzzing with excitement. With some sick pleasure found deep within his gut.

“So pretty!” He whines, spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your pretty little cunt. You hate that you’re already wet. You hate that the feeling of his cock did it to you just moments before. You hate that he can see it. You hate the way pride bubbles up in his gut. The way you can hear him lick his lips like a starved man.

Hate what the other little voice is saying inside of your head. Hate that even maybe a little bit of your soul wants to feel him. The quiet fucked up voice that you always try to scilence.

“Mm… I wanna taste you so bad but… I really can’t wait anymore… what am I supposed to do!!” You can practically hear the pout plastered on his lips. “Ah~”

The fat head of his cock finds its way back to your cunt, dragging itself up and down your lips. Milking every last bit of wetness out of your hole. Your nails dig into your own hands— maybe his. It’s hard to tell where you stop and he begins. When he’s this close it’s hard to tell much of anything.

“We have forever together don’t we?” He chuckles, his head stopping at your unprepped little hole. Attempting to push into it with just enough pressure to have you squirm. Have you bite down on the sheet to silence any sounds that might try to come through. “We can try out all sorts of fun things together~”

His thumb aids as he tries to push the head of his cock inside. Prodding, trying to force his way inside without a care in the world for how it might hurt. How it might feel for you. He’s too big— you’re, you’re too tight. You can’t take it! It won’t fit you just, just!

“Mmmm!!” A muffled cry breaks free from your throat as the head of his cock buries itself in your cunt. Your ears ring, pain taking over your senses as he lets out a mouth watering, near pornographic moan from above you.

His grip on your wrists tighten, eyes staring at where he’s fucked himself into you. Wow~ it’s so pretty. He never expected a human to feel this good! It’s incredible! Magnificent! And this is just the first inch of him? Oh my… he can only imagine what bottoming out with feel like— how it will feel when his cock is pressed against your cervi—

Wait wait!! He’s getting ahead of himself again. A gasp leaves his throat as he pulls out, a muffled whine leaving your own. Your hole clenches around nothing. What a cute little thing! It’s calling him back in!! He knew you wanted this, he knows all about you huh?

He drags his cock back and forth through your lips again, red mixing in with the pretty white. He dips his cock head over and over again into your entrance, thrusting himself deeper and deeper every time. Stretching you just perfectly around his length.

Hmm, humans like prep right? He figures that this is close enough. His doll doesn’t need it. She just takes him right away— someday you’ll be the same! He just needs to break you in! But until then, he needs to savor this… who knows when you might come around again?

Mmm… you’re too mean to him. Yeah, that’s all it is.

Ah, it’s too bad he’s too lost to notice you’re already falling apart. Your back is arching on its own. Working without permission to give him a better angle. Your hips bucking, leaning back ever so slightly as he presses into your cunt. Urging him just a little deeper. Your pussy is too wet to think about anything, your head in a daze as he teases you, taunts you relentlessly.

You don’t want this— at least you think you don’t. But, it’s so hard to know what you really want when you’re head gets like this. When it’s actually feeling good. When the pleasure mixes with pain to concoct something dangerous. Something that makes you unsure of anything really. Maybe you’re dumb, maybe you’re stupid. Yeah. You probably are. But that’s okay. He likes that.

He likes you.

He slides his cock inside of your hole, his hand moving to your ass as thrusts his hips. Forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Your walls clenching around every inch that pushes its way inside. God, you’ve never felt so full. You’ve never felt anything like this. Anything like his cock, anything like him.

Whimpers, whines, all sorts of sounds escape your throat as you let him do what he pleases. Give into whatever twisted pleasure is being given to you. It’s hard to stop them when he’s even louder— panting like a fucking dog as he feels you. Feels every inch of you. Makes you two become one.

He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your entire body is being pushed into the bed, spine curving up to meet him with every demonic thrust of his hips. Every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass, every time the head of his cock meets with your cervix, pain racks through your body. You can’t take it. You feel like you’re going crazy. You feel like you’re the insane one.

The sound of skin against skin penetrating the sound of your ears like some sort of sick, twisted song. A song he plays so well. One you don’t want him to stop. No matter how much it hurts, how it stings you, you just can’t find it in yourself to push him away. His moans feel like a siren’s voice, luring you closer and closer, pushing you so close to the edge.

“Why’s she so mean!” He whines, his thrusts frantic and hurried. Only caring for his own pleasure, only caring about him. “Won’t let me in any deeper doll! Can you believe that?” He groans, pressing his cock so hard against your cervix you nearly scream in pain. Your body thrashes, trying to get away from the sensation.

He shushes you quietly, leaning his torso against your back as he coos. “Shh… shh… it’s okay… we won’t try that today okay? Must be too much for you… poor thing.” His hips relent, slowly rocking into your battered cunt to give you a little bit of a break. To rest before the main event.

You want to cringe at how wet you sound, how messy you’ve become due to his cock and his cock alone. How greedily your pussy takes him, urging him back with every thrust. Wanting it. Wanting him.

You see his arm reach past your head, grabbing onto your mimics hair. Pulling the doll closer. Holding its head so it’s staring right into your eyes. It’s so lifeless. So hollow.

“It’s okay.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Someday you’ll take me just like she can, yeah? You’ll be sooo~ good for me.” His hips start to pick up their pace again, thighs slapping against your ass so hard you might see stars. So hard you actually want to listen to him.

“I had to break her in too, real good.” He pants out, loosing himself in the feeling of your tight, warm walls.

You flinch away. You can’t look at it anymore. Can’t look at a face that is exactly your own yet so cold and distant. So lost. Used for months on end. Maybe a little sense comes back to you, a small part of reality seeping back into your skull.

He tsks. Fucking tsks and shakes his head in disappointment. “That won’t do… I need my girls to like each other…” He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at the thing. The creature with your hair and eyes.

“Kiss it.” His voice changes in a second, morphing into something commanding. Something scary. Fuck reality. Living in whatever dream you’ve created for yourself is better. Better than facing this. You don’t want to disobey. You want to listen, want him to let you cum. Maybe want his praise, even if it’s just a little.

Your lips meet with the cold, lifeless silicon. Tasting whatever disgusting leftover cum can be found on its lips. He pushes the head against your lips, forcing you to lick your tongue inside. “Adorable!!”

He likes it. He likes it too much. You can tell.

Tell by the way his hips pick up speed, forcing your used hole to take him over and over again. Forcing you to accept him into your body. Forcing you to fall for his cock. Make sure no one else will ever be able to use it. Use you like the way he wants to.

Can tell by the way his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. His pace completely out the window as he searches for nothing but his own release.

Maybe you like it too. Like the way his cum tastes. Like the way he took this, took all of you for himself. All of you flesh as his. The coil tightens in your stomach, white specks start to form behind your eyelids. You’re close, too fucking close you just can’t take it anymore.

A loud moan leaves your lips, muffled by the silicon held against your mouth. Waves of pleasure crashing through your frame like a tidal wave of ecstasy as white paints the inside of your walls. Ears ringing, vision gone white as endorphins fill your brain making you forget— forget everything about this moment. How fucked up it is. How you want more.

Your walls clamp around his cock as it jerks in your cunt, milking every last drop of cum from him. Filling you up until you’re full. Until you can’t think anymore. Until you’re so tired you just want to collapse.

He drops the doll letting you pull your head back to finally be able to breathe again fully. Your frame slumps against the bed. Tired. Drained of everything it has to give.

He slowly pulls out of your abused little hole, watching the way it flutters around nothing. Watching the white mixed with red slowly drip out of it onto the rug. “Humans are such incredible little things…”

He smiles, shallowly dipping a finger inside your hole before popping it in his mouth. Just a little taste. “You did so good doll…” He pets your hair, gives you some sort of comfort after everything he’s done. It’s the least you deserve.

He moves your body into the bed with ease, pulling a blanket over your shaking form. A nap would be good right now. It’s always good to give humans at least one nap a day! Mhmm… and you seem like you could use one.

He moves behind you, wrapping an arm around your body from behind. Pulling you close to his chest. Making no mind to fix your clothes. This is good. This is right. It’s how it’s always supposed to have been!! Ah, and now he has all the time to make you understand that too. He’s so lucky. So lucky to have found such a good human.

“Night night dolly…” He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair gently. Coaxing you to sleep. “Let’s have a great day tomorrow too, yeah?”

Right. Cause this is forever. ♡

[drakaripykiros130ac]

The Driftmark scene as a whole was a hot mess, courtesy of the showrunners.

So, based on the changes they made from the book, they attempted to make Alicent and Aemond the clear victims (which they’re not, not even in the show).

A 5 year old child, after being called a bastard, threatened with death, and forced to watch his demented uncle prepare to bash his 6 year old brother’s head with a rock, made a move to stop him using a knife and ended up slashing the guy’s eye.

The intention of the 5 year old was to stop this madness. It wasn’t a premeditated thing. It was the reaction of a child.

Now, moving forward to the great “assembly”, we have Alicent who found herself to be everyone’s spokesperson and although she wasn’t there, she somehow knew exactly what happened.

There were no witnesses to this child fight. The result: two girls who were bleeding, a boy with a broken nose and another who unfortunately had his eye slashed. All this shows is that the children fought, the fight escalated and one child ended up permanently damaged.

And then, you have a full grown mid-30 year old woman demanding the 5 year old child’s eye in retribution. When no one was listening to her insane ramblings, she picked up a knife and like a lunatic, lunged herself at the opposite party. At this point, we don’t even know if she was going after Lucerys or Rhaenyra. Afterwards, in a fit of rage, this mad woman slashes the arm and wounds the heir to the throne.

To recap:

1. Alicent thought herself entitled to retribution even though no one witnessed the child fight, and therefore no one could pass judgement.

2. A few dozen people witnessed Alicent hurting Rhaenyra and no consequences followed.

And I’m supposed to be convinced by this scene that what? That the Greens are poor misunderstood victims of Viserys and Rhaenyra?

The only thing this whole scene tells me is that Alicent is an unhinged b*tch.

[ateezscupid]

can u write a fic where san is a mean dom? i have this thing for calling him sannie bc its cute! and i think it would be hot if he mocked yn calling him that and it was kinda centered around humiliation!!! i love ur writing sm id love to see this done in ur style <333 i hope this doesnt make u uncomfy to write!! ):

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hello hello! i’m getting to this after a very long time, my apologies but i’ve been WAITING for someone to request mean dom!san. he’s been in my mind for a few weeks but i’ve had writers block and could never figure out how to write it out, so thank you for this.

and don’t worry about anything making me uncomfortable! a lot of things, i don’t have a problem writing. i plan to make a really detailed post about my rules and things like that soon so you guys know what i do and don’t write!

anyway, let me stop blabbing. enjoy!

﹟𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ⋆ 𝖼.𝗌𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - san always gets flustered when you call him sannie during sex, but he loves it just as much as you do.

warn - kinda smut w/o plot, dom!san, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, etc.), choking, begging, degrading, humiliation

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

you didn’t think today could’ve gotten any worse. you were teasing san the entire day trying to imply you needed him without actually saying it, but he clearly wasn’t catching the signals you sent. he was so busy with work, he couldn’t spare at least ten minutes for you.

you didn’t want to tease him so much that he’d be annoyed of you and he’d stop talking to you for the rest of the night, but you needed him. it’s been a while since the last time you two were together in bed. all you’ve been thinking about for the past week is how his hands would feel on your body; his hands squeezing your breasts and caressing your skin. rubbing the pads of his fingers on your clit and messing with the sensitive little bud that was there.

if anyone had asked you how badly you wanted to spend at least one night with him, you’d ramble on and on about it. you rambled about it to wooyoung the night before and it was clear he didn’t want to listen to your horny problems.

“distract him while he’s working!” is the advice he gave you, and boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

now you were face down in the bed with your arms pinned behind you, your makeup smudging on the pillow and your entire body shaking uncontrollably. you thought distracting him would make him realize what he was missing out on, but you did it at the worst moment.

it was embarrassing to say the least. san was in his office having a meeting, and you had the crazy idea to walk inside with nothing but a lingerie on. you’ve been wanting to wear it for a while, so what harm was there to wear it while he was having a business meeting? it was a harmless idea, and hic co-workers wouldn’t have seen you since you planned to go underneath the table. but you messed up.

while you were busy unbuckling his pants, neither of you noticed the top of your head was visible at the bottom of his computer screen. that meant everyone in the call saw yo ur head, and only one thing came to mind. when it was brought to his attention, he excused himself then turned his mic and camera off. you knew a punishment was coming your way when that happened.

he dragged you out of the office without saying anything and threw you on the bed, ripped the lingerie off your body without hesitation, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. there was so much going on in your mind, like would his co-workers think you were some sex crazed lunatic? or would they think of him as someone addicted to sex? unprofessional? there wasn’t any room for you to feel bad when you felt too good to remember what happened.

“this is what you wanted, right?” san growled as he pushed your head into the pillow, using his unoccupied hand to land hits against your ass whenever he felt like it. “you wanted to be treated like a slut, now you are, you little whore.”

no words could come out of you. just a bunch of incoherent babbles spilling from your swollen lips and tears falling down your cheeks. you loved when he was so angry all he could do was fuck the lights out of you. you loved him being rough and treating you like a rag doll. it was impossible for you to get over how easily he went inside you and how much he stretched you out. it felt like heaven.

“s-sannie~!” you whine into the pillow, hands curling into fists behind you. “f-fuck, s’good… y-yes!”

“don’t call me that.” he smacked your ass once more and thrusted harder. he was lucky you were facing away from him otherwise you’d see the visible red tint on his cheeks. he liked when you called him sannie, but now wasn’t the time. at least that’s what he told himself.

“such a little whore for me, hm?” he grunts, leaning down and biting your ear gently. “you wanted to mess with me during my meeting and now everyone saw how much of a dirty girl you are~. you wanted attention so bad but ended up embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.”

“i-i—,” even your attempts at forming full sentences failed.

“aw, is it too much?” he whispered in your ear. “you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? such a fucking whore.”

“sannie, p-please i-i can’t—,”

“sannie blah blah blah!” he rolled his eyes and basically forced you to arch your back. “i said not to call me that, and now you’re not listening? you wanna be bad now?”

“s-sa—,” you weren’t even allowed to finish your sentence. the minute you tried to speak, his hand was wrapped around your neck and gripping so hard, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. you loved every bit of it.

“pl-please—!” you whine. “l-let—“

“let you what? cum? after you were being disobedient?” he kissed your temple, groaning softly and letting go of your arms and planting his hand on the bed. “fuck, you feel so good.”

you opened your mouth to speak, which triggered san to tighten his grip around your throat. it was almost too much.

“call me sannie again, i dare you.” the tone in his voice was enough to let you know he wasn’t joking around, but the urge to be a brat was weighing on you.

“s…” you bit your lip. “s-sannieee!”

he didn’t say anything. he took his hand away from your throat and lifted you up by the shoulders, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to rub rough circles around your clit.

“you wanna be a whore? i’ll treat you like one.”

[mingtinysworld]

Always loved you

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: roommates to lovers, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, drunk reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: After a rough breakup and some drinking, you discover that you may have hidden feelings for your roommate. An intimate moment proves that to be true.

Warnings: MDNI, alcohol, cockwarming, unprotected sex (do not), cute shit, Yunho (deserves a warning)

A/n: second fic ever whoohoo!! I had this idea pop into my head randomly and I was obsessed. Not that I’m obsessed with the idea of cockwarming or anything. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed! - J

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“Ma’am, I think you should stop drinking!”

The bartenders concerned voice is drowned out by the deafening music around you. You take yet another sip of the strong whiskey and stumble back into the swarm of people.

You can’t even distinguish whose hands are on you. You sway side to side, accidentally bumping into random people. You’re doing your best to distract yourself, take your mind off of him.

Being broken up with hours prior, your heart keeps constricting with emotion, and you turned to drinking the pain away. You know you should stop, you know you should go home, but you choose to ignore it.

One song after the other, you keep dancing until your legs give out. Feeling the need for air, you push past the crowd towards the exit.

Taking a big gulp of the chilly air sobers you up just a bit. You then check your phone, which has been off for hours, and see countless notifications.

Yunho

Your lovely, sweetheart roommate. He’s left messages, along with calls and voicemails asking if you’re ok. It is almost 2am after all. You decide to call him, to check in, and also needing a ride home. After two rings, he picks up.

“Y/n? Are you ok? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? It’s been hours!! Are you hurt? Are you-” Yunho rambles on.

You can’t help but to chuckle at his worried tone. “Yunho, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I may have been drinking a bit,” you say with a giggle, your words being slurred, “ugh I’m cold.” You can hear Yunho letting out a long sigh. He must not be thrilled to have to pick you up on yet another drunk night.

“Alright, hold tight. I’ll be there in 15,” You can hear the jingling of his car keys, “don’t go anywhere, got it?”

As he hangs up, the chill comes back. You feel hazy, and unwanted thoughts keep coming back. Surely you’d forget about him eventually, but it felt unbearable in the moment. Desperate for a distraction, you start pacing back and forth on the empty sidewalk, counting your footsteps. After a few minutes of looking like a lunatic, you see headlights approaching.

Yunho jumps out of the car to open the door for you. He looks good, in his plain white t-shirt and black jeans, and his hair fluffy. You can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and cinched in waist underneath that extra fabric. You finally start to get in the car after a few more seconds.

He can sense that there’s something bothering you, but he chooses not to address it. You appreciate the comfortable silence, and lie back to rest your body. To no one’s surprise, you end up falling asleep. As he finishes parking, you stir awake, and start heading upstairs to your shared apartment.

A couple times you trip up the stairs, Yunho having to right you. Both the exhaustion and alcohol in your system do not help. Finally, after a tiring couple of minutes, you’re at your door. While Yunho is fumbling with the key, you space out, staring straight at the wall.

As you walk in, the comfort of your space is so incredibly overwhelming. Yunho heads to the kitchen to get you a water bottle. As you gulp it down, you feel so conflicted. The break up was a long time coming, but it’s also making you feel so empty. Yunho notices you slumping down.

“Hey, do you wanna go to sleep now? You need a lot of rest,” he gets up, trying to pull you up, “come on sleepyhead.” You feel panic at having to leave him. You cling to his sleeve in distress and hang your head.

“Yunho…” you trail off uncertainly. His smile reassures you to keep going. “Would it be ok if I slept with you tonight?” If he was surprised, he didn’t show it.

“Of course you can, that’s totally alright.” His bright smile warmed your insides. He leads you to his room, and you immediately relax. Your head and body feel so heavy, you are eager to finally relax. You and him have never been the touchy type of friends ever, so laying next to him felt strange but somehow just right. Even though it’s so comfortable, you can’t help but keep tossing around for a bit.

“Can’t sleep?” Yunho whispers in a groggy voice. Feeling a shameful thought enter your mind, you burrow your face under the covers. You can think of a method that could help you sleep but…you couldn’t possibly ask it of Yunho. He frowns at you, “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

Oh sweet, sweet Yunho. If only he knew what was going through my brain.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing ugh.” You wish a hole would swallow you up right about now. You feel a soft touch to your chin, guiding you to look into Yunho’s sparkling eyes. God, he’s so beautiful. He’s looking at you with such a loving look that it feels too much. It’s doing things to your heart, and that is too dangerous.

You wiggle out of his touch, burying your head into his chest out of embarrassment. You start to mumble incoherently, “I wanna…” Yunho chuckles softly. “I can’t hear you. Will you look up at me and say it?” You shake your head like a petulant child. “Y/n, look at me.” His tone shocks you. It was almost dominant. The hair on your arms raise as you shakily look at him.

He looks at you intensely, “Now what was it that you wanted?” You take a deep breath, and gain courage.

“I was wondering if I could cockwarm you.”

Silence fills the room, and you realize you’ve fucked it up. No more bestie Yunho, he hates you. He’s going to kick you out of his bed and never talk to you again. He’s going to-

“Ok.”

Your jaw drops wide open. You stare at him like a dumb fish. The wires of your brain may have short circuited. He starts laughing and that brings you back to life. “I’m serious, Y/n. I don’t mind, it’ll help you sleep. Plus it would feel nice too…” The latter was said with him turned away. Fighting a blush, you let out a tiny “thank you.”

“Alright, lift your hips up for me.” He takes off your flimsy shorts and slides your panties aside. He looks at you once more, looking slightly worried. “You’re 100% sure? You nod with certainty, “Yes, I’m definitely sure.” His face relaxes at that.

He turns you to your side, and lines up with your entrance. He enters little by little, and you let out a hiss at the burn. Yunho makes sure you’re ok to continue, and finally is snug inside you. The comfort is immediate. Your brain quiets down, and your eyes can’t help but flutter shut. Before you know it, you’re fast asleep in Yunho’s arms.

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Yunho stirs awake at dawn, slivers of dusty pink light filtering through the blinds. His face turns a bright shade of pink when he realized what’s happening. He looks down at your two connected bodies, and your slow moving hips. The movement drives Yunho crazy, and he almost lets out a squeak when he sees your face. Your head is thrown back, and drool is coming out the side of your mouth. As you work yourself on his cock, you let out tiny little whimpers.

It’s taking all of Yunho’s self restraint to not start pounding into you. He wants to wake you up so badly, but he takes a couple of moments to admire your beautiful face. Your eyebrows are softly scrunched, eyelashes softly pillowed on the curve of your cheeks. And of course, your inviting lips. His heart restricts at the simple thought of kissing you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you start to wake up with a light groan. Feeling so disoriented, you feel the drool around your lips and wipe it off with the back of your hand. The events of last night momentarily forgotten, you attempt to move to your side, and come to a horrifying realization.

Yunho’s dick was inside you.

The memories start coming back and you want to turn into dust at that moment. While your brain is working at full speed, so are your hips. They’re still grinding and squeezing against Yunho. It feels so good you can’t stop. Desperation takes on and you feel like you’re going insane.

Yunho decides to take charge, and holds your hips in place. You whine in protest, but he tilts your chin up to face him. “Hey baby, let me take care of you alright? Just relax,” he whispers. You nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his lavender body wash and feeling your brain go fuzzy.

He starts with shallow thrusts and it has your head spinning. You let out choked moans, sending vibrations through his chest. He’s hitting all the right spots, your body jolting from the pleasure. The feeling is too much, yet not enough at the same time. You can’t help but let out lewd noises.

Yunho feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he needs to see your face or he’ll go insane. “Y/n, look at me please.” He says desperately. You peer up at him through hazy eyes and he throws his head back and groans at the sight. “Fuckkk,” he wishes he could take a picture so badly. Your eyes are narrow slits of pure lust. Your glowy cheeks, and your pretty pretty nose and lips. His palm envelopes the side of your face and his lips are on yours.

His kiss is so passionate that it throws you off. This didn’t feel like the kiss of a casual moment, it felt like the kind you gave your partner after not seeing them for a while. His lips are pillowy soft, melding with your pair. You hum into his mouth with contentment. As his hips piston into you harder, you cry out and grab onto his shoulder. You cum with a shudder of your whole body, breathing heavily.

You can feel his thrusts slowing down, getting more sloppy. He’s so close, you can feel it. You help him get there by intentionally clenching, resulting in soft gasps. He goes all the way, fills you up with so much cum it starts seeping out.

As you both come down from your highs, he puts his forehead against yours. An exchange of soft breaths and just so so much love. “Y/n, this may sound absolutely crazy, but I think I’m in love with you. And trust me, it’s not because we just had mind blowing sex, but it definitely unlocked something. I think I’ve always loved you, I’ve just been too afraid of it changing our dynamic. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to-”

You crash your lips against his before he finishes his sentence. This is your way of showing him that you love him just as much. You kiss with so much fervor that he’s shocked. He reciprocates your energy, and leaves you breathless.

“Goddammit Y/n I love you so so much. I could stay here with you all day,” he whispers. He cradles your head against his chest, and whispers sweet nothings with soft kisses to your forehead.

I think I could get used to this you think.

[blue-howlite]

Look at them just stealing the show with their entrance (yes this post is to ramble about the recent chapters, get ready for a unhinged ride on the "Found family trope" rollercoaster).

People are like "Why are the best healer in the world and the guy that's always compared to Kayden here???" and they're just chilling being relatable, especially Kartein.

Them gathering around Jiwoo, not even trying to hide that they care about him. Like I would have expected Pluton to at least take a little distance and maybe judge Kayden and Kartein for being so close to him but he's just "Yes, I must stay close to this child."

Kayden and Kartein are so parent coded while Pluton is the socially unaware uncle that's just so out of it while taking in the practical aspects. He would absolutely teach Jiwoo how to properly stretch while Kayden and Kartein tell him to stop being so nice to everyone.

"Look at my son! ...proud is not the word I'm looking for" moment. Of course they're all super proud of Jiwoo. They can't stand the fact that he doesn't take advantage of the situation and has these moral/honor standards, but without that he would have never charmed these guys let's be for real now.

THEY'RE SO FAMILY CODED PLEASE JUDGING OTHER FAMILIES LIKE THEY'RE NOT A BUNCH OF LUNATICS THEMSELVES

The way Kayden leans towards Kartein like they're gossiping while Pluton listens in and gives his input to the convo, please they're a bunch of mothers talking shit about the other families at school.

The way they criticise Ian's education is the most parental thing I've ever seen.

The whole chapter was just Kartein being the sassy mother that worries about other kids disrespecting his, Kayden being the unhinged father that gossips and asks "Did you win?" whenever his kid gets into a fight at school, and Pluton the judging uncle that criticises his brother's parenting but joins sides with him when there are other parents.

Tell me that's not their dynamic.

Pluton always compared to Kayden and their "rivalry" being actually one sided is just so adult siblings coded, then Pluton going to Jiwoo like "Hey I'll show you something cool your dad hasn't taught you" is just uncle behaviour.

Kartein and Kayden not approving of Pluton doing what he wants and then realising they did the exact same thing is such a parent thing.

One thing is "They're such parental figures to Jiwoo", one is when they literally act like his parents even around other people.

[rabbitsrams]

oh yeah i was really anxious last night so i slept horribly so like a deranged lunatic (affectionate) i thought of this scenario and it actually helped me sleep lol

schlatt coming home at like 2am ish after having a late recording session at the office. you're normally asleep at this point but tonight was a different case. you are wide awake, your brain going haywire as you shake with anxiety.

you're laying down and turned to the side so schlatt thinks you're asleep when he enters the room. he's surprised to see your eyes open and shaking a bit.

"hey, you okay?" he asks. you shake your head, unable to speak. he knows you get nonverbal when you're extra anxious, so he tries to speak for you.

"you want me to tell you about my day?" you nod. he gets into bed and holds you close, stroking your back as he starts to ramble a bit about the recording sesh. telling you that aztro and mika and pandah send their regards, how they played three games for three videos, et cetera.

"we finally played mario party again, i know how much you like that game."

this really soothes you, soon your heartrate slows and you feel more relaxed. schlatt continues to talk about his day, not noticing you were falling asleep. and when he does, he stops and smiles down at you, glad you were able to calm down.

"goodnight toots," he whispers, kissing you on the forehead. he holds you closer to him as he drifts off himself, happy to be able to help you out.

[welcometogrouchland]

Also in the replies of the Steph concept art on twitter announcing she was gonna be in a new project at DC (posted by Travis Mercer), there were at least 3 comments saying "will Tim be there?" I don't care how hard you ship timsteph I'm exploding you with my eyeballs if you do that on my girls post again

[dottieisdotting]

Studio talks - k.h.j

requested?: no

pairing(s):idol!Hongjoong x idol!AFAB!reader 

Genre:fluff

warning(s):none

Summary: you sit and watch Hongjoong work and talk about your days 

word count: 786

A/N: a little Hongjoong studio drabble. And my own work again. I'm slowly getting back into writing again. Yay! Anyways enjoy.  Likes,comments and reblogs are appreciated! Make sure you're hydrated and fed. Have a good day and night. Mwah! 

Being an idol was tough, you'd known that from the get go when you and your girl group ; angels in Love, had debuted back in 2019 under KQ entertainment but you wouldn't change it for the world. 

The fans (cupids) for starters were absolutely amazing in every way. Always so supportive of your group and you were forever thankful. The friends you had made along the way, awards and overall pride that you felt like you were doing good in the world.

But it was stressful, with your upcoming comeback right around the corner you needed someone to talk to so who better than Kim Honjoong, leader of ATEEZ and a good friend of yours. 

You knock on his studio door. He stops working and stands to open the door. He was barefaced and in a button down shirt. Hongjoong looked exhausted but welcomed you with a warm smile and ushered you to sit and listen to his new creation. You sat and put his headphones on as he played the track you were enchanted and only wished you had his skills rather than let Hyun-jae slave away making your tracks for your group.

The snippet finishes and he looks at you expectantly as you nod and smile. ”It's amazing Joong, truly. Every time I come in here i'm amazed at your skills” you always loved giving praise to those who deserved it. And Hongjoong definitely deserved it with what he has done.

He leans back with a content smile ”How was your day?” he asks, interested and you reply with ”hectic absolutely and utterly hectic” his lips form a small ‘o’ and sits up slightly, grabbing your hand and intertwining your hands together knowing you like physical touch. 

You smile at his gesture as he silently gives you the go ahead to talk about your all so ‘hectic’ day as you recalled it. You sigh and sit comfortably before you start. ”Well, I woke up late and couldn't find my outfit I'd planned to wear. Don't judge, I was overthinking and brainstormed an outfit for today's practice. Anyhoo, I get to practise,warm up,blah,blah blah. Our ritual coffee came and I thought all was saved until it spilled all over the practice room floor so I felt great.” you take a breath and a sip of water before you start again. Hongjoong loved when you rambled it would take his mind off work for a split second.

”I had to run to find some tissue so I was running around the building for like 30 minutes like a lunatic before I found some,cleared it up and got on with practice. That was over so we all got food. Nothing was wrong with that, thank god. Then I had to record and my voice cracked so damn much and I was ready to give up. I don't understand why it was cracking because i was wrapping not singing y’know” 

Hongjoong was amazed at your day, it truly was amazing how you put up with all of that but he felt super sorry for you too. He squeezes your hand letting you know that he was here for you, anytime you needed him 

You always appreciated Hongjoong and the little things he did for you. You lean forwards embracing the man in a small hug. Letting yourself relax in the presence of him and his calming aura. 

”you're truly amazing, i don't know how you do it” he uses your words against you, praising you and your shite day. 

You laugh softly and shake your head,denying his words. He tsks at your actions and holds you close to him. He truly loved you in ways friends shouldn't love each other but he couldn't tell you yet, not with promotions flying left, right and centre.

You pull away and let him get back to work, you loved watching him in his element. Listening to the tracks and tweaking it together, it felt domestic and cute. Your mind wanders and wonders what I'd be like if you were actually dating him but you couldn't like him, could you?

No, it was wrong, completely wrong. Hongjoong was one of your best friends in the industry, and closest. But,what if? You wondered but you were snapped out of your daydream when Hongjoong cleared his throat. 

He was shutting down his computer and packing up. Oh, he was finished for the day which meant you had to disappear back to your chaotic dorm and find something to do.

He stands up,asking for your hand to pull you up from the chair. ”let's go now” you stand and silently nod walking with him out of the studio. 

[hanniesss]

☁️ if you want to | han jisung

pairing: han jisung x fem! reader

warnings: cursing, simpsung

wc: 870

sung 💝| wanna go out tonight?

you stare at the text for a second, thinking hard on the question. you miss your best friend, you really do, but you’re tired.

idk jisung i’m tireddddd

sung 💝| comeon y/nnnn pleassseeeeeeeee

ugh fine.

sung💝| pick you up at 7 😈

well, with that being said, you throw yourself on your bed to soak in your hour and a half of free time. you think about what’s gonna happen tonight. you’re going out, probably to the local bar, with jisung and the boys who are gonna want to drink which means they’re gonna want you to drink as well. your head pounds at the mere thought of it. maybe you’ll be the driver tonight!

too lazy to get up and shower or get ready, you lay in bed and tell yourself you’ll get up later. your heavy eyelids convince you that you’ll have time to get dressed after this quick nap..

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you awake to your phone ringing next to you along with banging on your door.

you rapidly blink and try to grasp ahold of the situation when you hear a familiar voice behind the door, “y/n?” it’s jisung.

your eyes dart to the screen of your phone, ‘7:05’ it reads.

“shit.”

you scurry to the door and pull it open to face a worried/angry/holywowhelookssogood jisung.

“shit, sung i’m so sorry!-”

“y/n what the hell? i called you like 6 times. i literally told you to be ready too-” he rambles on and on.

you pout and look at the ground, “ ‘m sorry sung.”

he really looks at you for the first time since he’s gotten there. you, with your disheveled hair and slightly smudged mascara. the band tee (his) and shorts that are barely visible. you’re his weakness and he can’t be mad at you and, to make it worse, you’re pouting at him!!! how can you do that!!!

“hey, it’s okay, i’m sorry. what happened, baby?” he pushes the door more open so he can get through the doorway and bring you into a hug.

with your face buried in his chest, you mumble, “i was really tired, sung. i’m sorry for messing up your plans. you can go without me.”

thank god he was alone and wasn’t riding the boys around too, or else this would’ve been thrice as embarrassing.

“nah it’s okay, i don’t really care about going out, just wanted to see my best friend,” he says and smiles into the top of your hair. your hand finds his and you squeeze it.

“you don’t have to. if you think i’m a bum it’s okay…”

“i do think you’re a bum, but i’ll stay with you anyway. are you hungry?” he asks and takes out his phone to send the boys a text apologizing for his absence tonight.

“no, i’m still tired though.” he giggles at your reappearing pout and drags you to your room, laying with you on the bed.

“well then, let’s take a nap!” he throws a leg over you and clings to you while fake snoring. you laugh and wiggle around trying to get him off of you, “jiiii let me gooooo!!!” your hands shoot straight to his exposed stomach and you tickle him. jisung is very ticklish. he shoots up and flops around the bed every which way like fish while pleading for you to stop.

“okay! okay, that’s enough!!” he yells at you.

after calming down, he remains in the same spot, his head in your lap and laying down, while you were sat upright playing with his bangs.

he studies you from below, and his fingers come up to tug at your shirt.

“i like this, where’d you get it?” he says with a grin, already knowing the answer. you scoff and roll your eyes, “just some lunatic.”

he gasps dramatically and pulls you down to lay with him. you breathe in the scent of jisung and it’s so comforting. you close your eyes again. “jisung?”

“hm?” you feel the vibrations of his chest. “can you read me a story?”

at your words, he gets up and makes his way over to the bookshelf. he picks out a book for you and tells you to cover your eyes. you comply and hear footsteps, the cling of your lamp as he turns it on and your lights off. you feel the bed dip under his weight and he lays the covers over you two. he scooches closer to you to where you feel his body warmth on your entire left side.

he clears his throat, “once upon a time, there were four little rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.”

you open your eyes in delight, “peta rabbit!” you say in a mock british accent.

“yup, our favorite,” he smiles as you nuzzle up against him to look at the pictures while he continues to read to you.

heavy eyelids return and jisung’s voice soothes you. it floats throughout your head until you’re out.

the boy notices a minute later and runs his fingers through your hair while putting the book on the nightstand.

“goodnight y/n. i love you,” he whispers.

[screeblees]

Haihaiaihaihi!!!! I reallllllllllllly like ur Angry Yan x comfort reader drabbles!!! I'm someone you'd call an absolute night owl, and maybe even someone with a big mouth. I'm always up for saying what I liek and fighting people I think are dumb. (Verbally. Most of the time.)

At night, (if the day hasn't beat my ass) I'm an insane lunatic who rambles to herself. think of me like a cat. very judgy one. (but if the day has beat my ass and I'm crying on the floor i'm just going to sleep in my tears) (jk no tears cowgirls don't cry/j)

TL;DR: I'm a bitch and I like to yapp, but I love going insane at night and talking and rambling like there's no tomorrow. That or I'm out cold like ice. There's no in-between. (btw kinda willing)

sorry i wrote this at 12:56 am and I am sick so I feel a bit silly nyahahah just a little nayahah

MEOWWWWW bounCES OFF YOUR walls very politely.

If you can't make sense of my gibberish please tell me and i'll rewrite it later when i feel more sane.

Hii!! Thanks so much for the ask (and for the very polite meows and wall-bouncing :3)!! I hope I managed to correctly translate your stream of thoughts <3

Angry ! Yandere Headcanons here !

Sorry it's been a bit since I've posted!! I get pretty busy this time of year so I've been writing where I can!

But please still send asks, I love receiving them!! :D

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy!!<33

❥ Angry ! Yandere who cannot help but be in awe of you as he listens to your extensive ramblings of your topic of choice, the two of you have all the time in the world after all!

❥ Angry ! Yandere who was initially worried your talkative nature would be replaced with a shell of yourself when he first took you as his, but very quickly - as soon as you woke up, actually - that that would not be the case and found himself thrilled to hear your defiant words (he would soon teach you, but this was a great first step in your adjustment!)

❥ Angry ! Yandere who cannot find it within him to be made angry by your words, (almost) no matter what you say - at least towards you, other people on the other hand are an entirely different story - even with your extreme lack of filter, which makes him more lenient with you than he would in other areas (making back-talk your only real way to be defiant). Although this can change at the drop of a hat if his mood is already rough, that forgiving attitude being nowhere to be seen even with that usually tolerance.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who immensely enjoys not needing to punish you - it makes him proud that the two of you have come so far since he first brought you here - his moods are made even better by your chatterbox personality which supplies him a near-continuous source of peace, basking in it.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who takes great pleasure in the sound of your voice, especially when he’s falling asleep while you stay up for hours, long into the night. Your babble like white noise or pleasant rain sounds for him (and only him) to fall asleep to.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who doesn’t mind if you stay up late playing video games or working on a hobby - as long as you can sit on the bed with him whilst doing so as to let him sleep on or near you.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who minds immensely if you are the type to get up and move around a lot, needing to be up and moving not only takes the sounds of your voice move farther away from his ears but it stops him from being able to loop his arms around your waist or rest his head against you - this will only end in you being tied up and unable to leave him, which may be uncomfortable but he’s too busy cuddling you to sleep to notice.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who will put his foot down if he feels your staying up late is having negative effects. He’ll disallow caffeinated drinks and tie you to the bed at night but if you’re still unable to sleep then he’ll go straight to the sleeping pills to solve this issue, having zero patience to try any more methods which he feels will be unhelpful.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who loves the nights all energy escapes you (naturally, without the pills) and you are left practically passed out wherever you had decided to sit that evening, leaving you very pliable for cuddling without the rope or bindings in the way.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who feels pity for his Darling when the struggles of the day come crashing down a little too harshly, leaving you teary and unwelcome to the idea of moving from your chosen spot on the basement floor.

❥ Angry ! Yandere who either just scoops you up from the floor, depositing you on the bed and joining you for a cuddle-fest or joins you on the floor with some blankets and pillows, ready to get comfy where you are. He hopes to provide an ounce of the comfort you provide him by the hour just from being in your near-presence...

[sempsimps]

Gregory violet song scenarios

so this is a bunch of random scenarios and head canons i have of this emo boy and i even made a playlist for it becuse im so prepared for this also i do edit the lyrics a tad to fit the time its set in and vibe of the shorts so like if that bothers you sorry i guess (also i wanted to experiment with the tumbler coloured text i think it looks so cool) but this is mostly x reader so sorry if that's not what you want im just brain rotting at this point i cant do this lmao also i would like to say i unfortunately dont have the manga so i actually dont know whats going to happen sorry

starting with the honourable runner ups i think these songs fit but i couldn't think of what to write for them

Necromancing dancing - bear ghost (pun intended) "when im necromancing, everyone's dancing, no one can stop me i dare you to try! the dead are infused with sentential grove"

i don't wanna fall in love - she wants revenge

ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees "would anybody listen to this the ramblings of a lunatic"

everything is temporary - cavetown "sticks and stones they say that we dont have bones inside our brains"

mamas boy - Dominic fike "m-a-m-a-b-o-y mamas boy mamas boy"

im not a cynic - Alec Benjamin "i swear im not a cynic im just being realistic"

cats - the living tombstone "meow meow meow meow memeow"

they/them - atlas, jhfly

house of wolves - my chemical romance

plucked - destroy boys "take a bird from the sky and you wonder why she wants to fly"

nobody - mitski

underachiever - NOAHFINNCE "nothing beats the life of an underachiever"

the adults are talking - the strocks "dont go there you never return and i know you think of me when you think of her"

(lowkey heathers the musical JD looking ass)

WARNING ANGST IS HERE

your stupid face - Kaden macay (oh no + verse 2)

Gregory in third person pov - the realisation he liked you

he was zoning out at the swan gazebo and drawing some sketches with his charcoal pencil. The first bit of the facial anatomy was done, and he used French bread to remove the lines. to make the face he slowly did the eyes and made them defined and full of life, the nose features, and soon enough he had nearly finished carefully doing each strand of hair falling perfectly around the face he wasn't even thinking about who it was but when he stopped to finally look at it realised who it was. 'Oh no,' looking at it more, he tilts his head back, closing his eyes shut to not let the sun make him dizzy. 'noooo' now he was roughly pressing the charcoal to the paper. 'i just really like you face' drawing the smile you always wore around him. 'Ugh, you don't have to look so happy..' he kept drawing, now to try and get it just right. remembering all the times you expressed it. 'im not really into the love that you flaunt in some bright font' smirking to himself 'but if that's what you want ill make it snappy.- wait what' he looked around noticing no one was looking at him he sighed 'i just feel so out of place' he finished your face. 'but not when you near me' moving on to the shoulders. 'when your gone, I'm like a plant with no root' he made quick work of the shape and made the clothes 'or a ball that's on mute' he smiled looking at his work 'don't you dare call me cute, you should fear me' a hand on Gregory's shoulder makes him jump, it was bluewer telling him he needs to sort out a purple house conflict, and to bring cheslock to sort out a fight. sighing and carefully putting his sketch away, a small smile on his soft features. 'Now i like your stupid face'.

soundproof - destroy boys (verse 1 before chorus)

panic attack from social anxiety (if uncomfortable then skip it) - he got amongst the dancing and hated it

it was after the big cricket game that he had to be there for appearances, empty streets are just as soundproof as studios and big crowds. and there were people dancing already. It was making him dizzy, just looking. 'keep me away from here' but when he somehow ends up in the middle of the hall he starts to panic 'how'd i appear on this stage' he was amongst all the dancers getting in the way of some getting bumped into. 'im taking up too much space.' his head was spinning from all the movement, and he felt eyes on him. 'Look away, please don't look this way.' Feeling a hand on his arm leading him out of the hall, too dizzy and unfocused to see they walked outdoors, the fresh air bringing him back down to earth. not sure who it was, but he thanked whoever it was as he started to calm down, taking deep breaths. 'i don't ever want to hear myself ever again'

disco! in the panic room - bug hunter (chorus 2)

in your pov third person - dancing again i dont know im losing the plot as i write. sorry to the amab readers this one this feminine

i was in disguise at the school, as ceils older brother, as I saw him as one. and missed being in a dress. so after the cricket game was announced, and shown it was underway, i went behind the door to get into a dress. i was hiding one underneath my cloak, i let the dress fall from the purple robe it set nicely, and i just simply wrapped the fabric around my waist, like a bow. and headed out to find Gregory, he was still upset about the fire, and wanted to leave as fast as he could. and i understood, but i wanted to dance with him just a little. He was just out of view of everyone trying to leave, and i pulled him into a room with a bright smile. "hiya, would you like to dance in the panic room violet?" He simply smiled. "I made a promise so sure." he held my hands, and i started to slowly waltzes in a random backroom. away from the crowed and prying eyes and i could see that every few movement he was getting more and more pale, as we turned slightly in the dance "Now I feel nauseous, As if I drank a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with" i giggle a little as we stop. he lets go of my hands, to hold his head, he feels dizzy but i come prepared knowing about this, with some water in a canteen. "you probably did But Lysol won't solve this, so have some water." i handed his the medium sized flask, to which he hesitantly took a sip with shaky hands. "im out of options, arnt i?" he softly smiled after a few moments, and i was satisfied to get a little dance. making sure he was okay. but i felt bad. "you can head back now i understand this was a lot, sorry" he sighed "oh its okay and thank you, It's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted" i smile as he hands back my water flask. "But if you want me, I'll be here." Gregory and i walked out of the room and said out good nights before he went wherever, and i returned to the ballroom to see Elizabeth and everyone.

fire on fire - sam smith (chorus 1 like half of it)

Gregory pov - looking at you from outside the purple house fire (and i realise that the song is more about love but i want the angst so deal with it)

i stood there, my eyes filled in fear, as the boarding house burned. i couldn't move, I don't say a word stuck in place, you grab my hand i should be used to it, But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know. just like the fire that i couldn't look away from, a soft hand leading my face away to look at you. There you go, saving me from out of the cold, but i couldn't do anything. but blankly stare at you. tired and scared features, eyes slowly morphing to cry. Fire on fire would normally kill us, and this was on the inside. i was breaking down as i saw how distraught everyone was. I couldn't keep it in much longer. but then the other prefects showed up, and i didn't have time for it, so i pulled my hood up to hold it in, letting go of your hand to do something.

Love me not - eimi (verse 3?)

the part that's always on TikTok but it is a good song- anyway this is at the dating stage and you try to get help from your friends idfk

Sitting on the grass, in front of the bench in the middle of a courtyard, talking with Ciel, soma, and your best friend, the latter two interested in how the relationship was going with Gregory. so far all you could describe it as was confusing, when they asked how. you stood up and started pacing in front of them finger to your chin like how a detective dose it but moving to act out and get you point across better. "Does he really love me? Does he think I'm too much." My pacing stops as i shook my head and returned to walk around. "Am I hanging by a string? Am I pushing my luck?" I looked at the two with confusion, hands out, doing some gesture. they were still intrigued, and i just wanted an answer. "He says I'm his beloved. He says I'm enough. but every time I kick and scream, he tells me to shush!" waving your arms up and down in frustration, and at this, the friends pay more attention. shock on soma's face, making an o shape. "He told you to what!" My best friend joining in, equally surprised. "he told you to, huh!" Ciel bored of our shit huffed out a sigh before speaking. "I think you shouldn't really worry. and you're blowing this up," and I hastily replied, almost yelling. "But I'm falling in love! Does he wanna break up!?" I gripped the hood of my purple house uniform, pulling it over my face, which was red in embarrassment, and I felt some paper in there. taking it off my head a small envelope fell out of my hood, it had a clear purple wax seal with the house cress. 'That wasn't there before'

absence - Rio Romeo chorus + verse 3

Gregory in third person this is angsty, and sad. description of dying

he was thinking about what was going to happen all the experiments, but he unwillingly took part in. he couldn't shake it a feeling of impending doom. he knew the things he did, and that didn't warrant him to be sorry for himself, but he couldn't eat or sleep, even drinking something seemed impossible. then his thoughts came back to his friends. He couldn't stop thinking about how they would react, to him dying. 'If i just vanished, do you think you'd manage' laying in his bed contemplating how you would miss him. 'Or would you disappear right besides me?' A tear came into his eye. As he continued to think of you, how would you react to what he's done, more and more tears came out, little by little. 'Do you think you're ready? When i went unsteady,' his tears ran down his checks, smearing the eyeliner. 'lover, please prepare for my absence.' he stifled his cries with the ball of his palm, keeping it in. lipstick smearing on his hand as he bit down harder, more tears rolling down, landing on his pillows staining them. 'absence makes the heart grow stronger', wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. 'pray my baby will not squander everything to gain by my leaving' taking his hands away from his face, to look at them they shook, as he starred at them blurry vision from crying, the bite mark on his right one blending red. 'and if i return the favour.' thinking to all the sweet parts you shared together. 'pray my baby always saviour, every moment we were both present' sitting up to hunch over head in his hands quietly sobbing, the walls were thick and he knew it but it hurt to cry louder.

oh boy that took some effort i was going to so many more but i just cant but i do kinda love what i did i think it matches his character well I hope it matches at least and again here is a link to my playlist i hope it works if not i have the same name on Spotify but non the less i hope my writing doesn't suck :) (feeling like the Q.A from welcome home "I want it out open open open" lmao MAYBE IM A LITTLE DELULU RN WHO KNOWS) ALSO ive never written angst before so i hope that was good idfk

https://spotify.link/tg5qbp9ZgJb

[is-on-its-way]

Fox Mulder and the Sundance Kid

I wrote something new even thought Im supposed to be working on my blocked WIP. Typical

Mulder once asked her to "keep going FBI woman" Scully wants him to ask her again after they start their relationship. Idk exactly when just sometime after you think they started getting together? inspired by this tweet: https://x.com/nadjatruther/status/1804672561831170518

Read below the fold, or on AO3

“Mulder where were you?” She said with pouty annoyance as he walked through her door.

“Sorry Scully, there was traffic” she looked at him with furrowed brow and pursed lips. She never liked when he ditched her, however loosely she defined it, he could see she was smarting.

“The guy rambled on and on and my phone died.” He provided while lowering his chin in apology

“Stop looking at me like that.” She chided, but he could see her tying not to smirk as she bent her head. 

“Come on.” She said taking his hand leading him to her bedroom. 

“Ooh Scully, where are you taking me?” He said in a mock suggestive tone that attempted to belie what was actually happening. He was still getting used to this. Was still in the habit of joking despite the fact they had slept over at each others places for six days of last seven days. That they were starting their days making breakfast together and ending most cooking dinner. That nothing had ever felt more serious

He sat on the end of her bed as she went to her closet. “Did he give you anything helpful at least?” She asked.

“Nope.” He sighed and leaned back on his elbow on the bed. “Just the ravings of an lunatic. No real evidence of anything he said.”

“Im sorry Mulder.” She said absentmindedly. 

“Its alright I still have one more lead I need to follow up on, if you want to come with tomorrow.” He offered.

“Yeah, sure.” She said preoccupied hanging what she had picked out on the door of her closet. She turned around to him and he felt something shift in the room. She walked across to him taking off her jacket, a glint of something wild in her eye that set the back of his neck on fire. 

She unlatched her gun from the holster at her hip and Mulder’s brows furrowed in confusion as she released the clip and tossed it on the bench at the foot of her bed. His eyes went wide watching her as she cleared out the bullet from the chamber tossing the little piece of metal to him. He picked it up and sat up as she found the place between his legs.

He put his hand up to her, where thigh met her hipbone “Scully what..?”

She took his hand off her hip and slipped the gun into his hand.

“Im going to take a shower” she said lowly “You wait right there FBI man.” She swallowed and eyed him a bit nervously, but he was looking at her in utter reverence and he nodded with a small smile.

She bit her lip and then turned back to the closet, took the clothing and vanished to the bathroom. He could not believe what she was asking for or, was it giving him? 

He looked down at her gun and turned it over. He popped the slide off and chuckled to himself. It was in pristine condition, it could’ve been brand new the way it shined. She probably cleaned it once a week. He felt an overwhelming sense of affection for her as he thought about his gun currently in need of a deep cleaning he'd been putting off for months. 

He slid the slide back on and got up off the bed to turn the lights off. He didn’t return to the spot shed requested though. Instead finding her armchair in the faint light from the outside street lamp. 

He listened to the shower’s water hitting the tub and drifted into his thoughts about her about the scene from Butch Cassidy that he once repeated a line from in a moment of desperation and hopelessness. He had killed a man and he went to her for help and when she entered he couldn’t help himself but make the joke. Or imply what he wanted from her. He sometimes couldn’t tell where that line was demarcated.

And now, he was waiting for her in the dark again gun in his hand. Knowing the line no longer mattered, anticipation for her killing him.

He heard the shower knobs squeak as she turned them off, and felt a surge of adrenaline rush from his chest through his heart, quickening its rate. He swallowed and adjusted in the seat waiting for her to open the door. 

He heard the bathroom door open and her feet creaking the wood floor. She stoped at the door for a moment and he bit the corner of his lip inhaling a deep breath. He placed the gun in his lap and resting his hands on the arms of the chair.

The door opened and a sliver of light fell across the room, her silhouette in a light cotton robe. She had even gotten an outfit that looked similar. He resisted the urge to go to her and pick her up and carry her to bed.

She walked to the dresser and turned on the small lamp. Pulling at the tie to her robe.

“Keep going FBI woman.”

She startled at the direction of his voice, expecting him to be on the bed where she left him and he fought a smile at how successfully it had worked.

She twirled around to find him and let out a breath watching him.

He picked up the gun from his lap and rested his elbow lazily on the chair arm, gun pointing to the wall just to the side of her. 

“Don’t mind me.” He said and he saw her eyes narrow. His jaw muscle danced.

She stood with her arms limp at her sides and he played with the hammer of the gun, forcing her to comply. She raised her chin as she let the ties of her rob fall open to reveal a button up white nightgown that fell well above her knees. The top catching between her breasts. He felt his blood rush.

She shook the robe off and held it up in front of her shielding her body from him in a way that made his breath catch in his throat.

“Take off that towel.” He commanded in a gentle tone.

She reached up and the robe fell to the floor as the hem of her nightie was pulled up to reveal a triangle of light at the top of her thighs. 

What he wouldn’t give to be right there in this moment. But then it disappeared as she let down her wet hair and dropped the towel to the floor.

He nodded at her and then cocked the gun for real motioning for her to keep undressing. 

She gave him a long look and then her lips parted and her hand went to the buttons on her night gown. She looking at him, slowly slowly making her way down. Past her breasts. Past her belly button. To the bottom. She stood watching him, nightgown parted covering most of her breasts but revealing she hadn’t bothered to put on underwear.  

He tightened his grip on her gun, decocked it, and placed it on the side table. He put his hand to his own gun shifting his hips while not taking his eyes from hers. He unholstered it checking the safety with a finger and putting it next to hers. 

He stood. Making his way to her. He felt her eyes on his face as his eyes followed his fingers, whispering along her belly button across to her ribcage brushing the fabric away. She shivered at his touch.

He could hear her swallow and he tore his eyes away from her body to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, head tilted to the side. 

“You know what I wish?”

“What?” He said in a gravelly voice sliding his other hand across her body.

Her eyes shot open “That just once you’d show up on time.” She said it with such convincing emotion that he growled as grabbed her up into his arms. She inhaled in surprise and met his lips wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed.

@today-in-fic 🙏

[coolmayordamien]

A little Darkstache songfic for @willywarfy

Song is The Midnight Crew, Eddie Morton

"Dar-dar-Darkiplier," a monotonous, glitchy voice stammered tonelessly, breaking right through the entity's concentration. Dark scowled down at the paperwork that he had finally had a second to take a stab at, took a deep breath, and then trained the scowl on the android that was loitering in the doorway to his office.

"Wilford is ha-hav-having a malfunction," Google informed him, seeming completely unconcerned. "He is in the stud-d-dy, screaming and waving a gun-"

"Is anyone else in there with him?" Dark interrupted, hurriedly organizing the papers before him as he spoke. While screaming and waving guns around were honestly pretty typical behaviors for the man with the pink mustache, if Google said that the man was having a "malfunction", that could really only mean one thing.

"No one else was with him at the time," the android answered promptly, and Dark was relieved to know that Wil probably hadn't had much of an opportunity to hurt anyone in the midst of his crisis.

"I'm going up there. Don't let anyone else near that room until I say otherwise, do you understand?"

"I un-understand," Google nodded, his suspicious gaze following the grayscale man all the while. He wondered what Dark did to stop these attacks. It was probably something so horrifically violent that the android shuddered just thinking about it.

--

Dark heard Wilford before he saw the man, heard the bangs and crashes as it sounded like the madman was going out of his way to destroy the room that contained him. Heard the agonized cries, heard him scream in fear and anger and confusion as he tried to remember things that he wasn't supposed to remember, as he called out for friends that he would never see again, and for help that would never come.

Dark was going to have to do, instead.

He cautiously opened the door, observing the damage that had already been dealt. Discarded papers drifted through the air, gently fluttering down to land on a floor that was littered with shredded books and broken glass. It seemed that Wilford had shot out at least one window in his panic, and gotten almost all of the lamps.

Wilford, who had backed himself into the corner furthest from the door at Dark's arrival (the most secure position in the room, of course) and who was watching the entity with a sharp, unhinged gaze. His hands were shaking as he pointed a gun at his friend, his breathing rapid, his voice high as he rambled.

"Wh-who…Damien?" the hopeful note in his voice would have pierced right through Dark's heart, if he'd had one. It confirmed his suspicions about what kind of breakdown they were having here, though, and while it was one of Wilford's more emotional kinds, it was also the easiest to deal with.

"No, no, no, you're not Damien," the Colonel corrected himself, his grip on the gun tightening. "He doesn't look like…he's not…what are you?! What sort of awful place is this? First the robot, now a prime example of homo necrosis! I assure you, sir, that I am well up for the privilege of putting down a walking bag of bones such as yourself!"

The wild glint in his eyes became even sharper and more disturbing as his voice lowered with the intensity of his emotions.

Dark sighed lightly, hating what he was about to have to do. Wilford had better really appreciate him for this later.

He turned his back on the gun-toting lunatic as if he were completely unphased by him, humming under his breath as he began to unbutton his suit coat, hanging it primly over the back of the most intact chair.

"What the hell are you doing?" William cried, enraged. "Keep your damn clothes on, you fool! Tell me where my friends are! Tell me what you've done to them!"

Ignoring the questions completely, Dark said loudly, "I hate a moral coward."

The silence that followed his declaration was tense with shock and confusion, and that was enough to encourage the entity to continue, spinning on his heel as he offered his old friend a big, vaudeville smile.

"One who lacks a manly spark," the entity continued, pantomiming a challenge to fisticuffs as he loudly tapped a heel against the wooden floor.

"Are you out of your mind?" Wil demanded, lowering his gun. Dark ignored the irony of that question, an act that he decided was so damn altruistic that he probably deserved a medal.

"I just detest a man afraid to go home in the dark," he said cheerfully, trying to work up a bit of a song as he slowly made his way closer to his unstable companion.

"Well…I mean, don't we all?" the gunman agreed, unaware of the fact that he was holstering his weapon as he spoke.

"I always spend my evenings where there's women, wine, and song!" Dark sang happily, inching ever closer amidst his wide, friendly gestures. He was beyond pleased to see a flash of recognition in Wilford's suspicious eyes at the familiar old tune.

"But like a man…" Wil trailed off, confusion overtaking the fear and anger that had fueled him only moments before.

Delighted, Dark threw caution to the wind, gently tossing a friendly arm around his old pal's shoulders. "But like a man, I always bring my little wife along!"

The Colonel laughed; a lovely, hearty sound as he swooped Dark into a hug, the force of which threatened to crack the entity's spine like a twig. It was a nice feeling, that hug, but it wasn't a Wilford hug.

"Damy, you silly blighter, why didn't you just tell me that it was you in the first place?" William chortled, waving a condescending finger as he lectured, "I could have shot you!"

Before Dark could respond, Wil had him in his arms again, orchestrating the pair of them both in a silly, friendly, affectionate dance that didn't fit the tune or theme of that song at all, and it never had, and it didn't matter how many times Damien had complained about the awkwardness of trying to slow dance to a vaudeville tune, it had never mattered one whit to his fun-loving friend. This sort of thing was madness, after all.

"I'm a member of the midnight crew!" William laughed, spinning Dark quickly as the entity struggled to follow along.

"I'm a night owl-"

"And a wise bird too!"

Together they sang, breathless with laughter and dancing, "Home with the milk in the morning, singing the same old song!"

Chuckling, they collapsed into each other, holding on tightly as William tripped over the mess that he had caused, dragging the pair of them down into a giggling, teary-eyed pile. The hysteria bubbled up inside of them both, dragging the moment out so long that it exhausted Wil. Dark knew the exact moment that the emotions reached a crescendo in his friend, felt the difference in the grip the mustached man had on the entity's middle, heard the difference in the way that the two sides of his friend breathed, and knew that he had done his job.

"Dark?" Wilford asked softly, breathless with laughter from a joke that he didn't even remember being a part of. "What are we doing here? Isn't it…isn't it late? I thought that you were doing paperwork. And I was supposed to…to go to bed, right?"

That was exactly the case, and Dark finally let himself wonder what exactly had occurred during that process to set Wilford off. It didn't really matter right now, though. After he finally got his old friend to bed, he'd go over every inch of this room to see if anything in there could have possibly triggered Wil's memory.

"Nah," he said casually, forcing himself to his feet. "Early to bed and you'll miss all the fun!"

Eyebrows furrowed as he allowed the entity to help him to his feet, Wilford asked, "Is that from a song or something? It sounds a little familiar, but I'm not sure…"

Dark forced himself to laugh a little, reaching for his suit coat once again. "Just something that an old friend and I used to say. Come on. Let's get you something sweet, and then it's off to bed, I think."

Dark loved Wilford, he really did. Wouldn't trade him for the world. But it had been nice to spend a little time with his old friend.

[thatbigbisexual29]

Getting Pushed Off the High Horse (Haikyuu!!)

Soooooooooooo... hi everyone! It's been a while since I've posted a fic, and I deeply apologize! Life has been busy so hoping on the computer and writing is kind of a hard task, I'm sure some of you can relate. And don't worry, I'm still working on that lee!Hobie fic, but after that's posted I might stop with the Spiderverse fics for a while. I still love the movies, but I've ran out of tickle fic content for that certain fandom. So I'll try posting something new! Hence this fic! I've been a fan of Haikyuu for a while and started watching it again *shoves down at least 50 animes I've been putting on the back burner* Okok I've been rambling now, so here you go! Enjoy! :3

“Hell yeah! That spike was even better than my last one! Eat my dust Akaashi! Woo!” was what Bokuto was currently shouting at his teammate.

It was very uncaptain-like, but his friends knew him well to know that this was a common occurrence. Whenever the team practiced together, Bokuto’s gloating personality shone. Akaashi didn’t mind the showboating, he honestly didn't. But today was not the day.

First, he woke up 30 minutes late to school, had to make up an exam in his first period, spilled his lunch all over himself, read a passage wrong in his English class and got laughed at, found out he failed that first period exam, got a C on another exam, got fussed at for sleeping in class, and accidentally packed his dirty uniform rather than a clean one for practice, so he stunk really bad. Out of all the days the gods wanted to test him, this was the day. And Bokuto was no help. In fact, he was the one that caused Akaashi to spill his lunch. He apologized… but not after he cackled like a lunatic! He even threatened to make ‘soup crotch’ his new nickname. A ‘don’t you fucking dare’ look ended that threat quick and Bokuto even offered some clean clothes he had. Which was surprising since… well, since it’s Bokuto. 

And now, after that extra mean spike Bokuto just served, Akaashi’s anger was near its boiling point. He glared at his captain from the other side of the next, wanting so badly to wipe that smug smirk off of his stupid face. Bokuto caught on and had some shit to talk.

“Oooh, is someone mad he can’t block my spikes? You should have gotten used to it by now~ Isn't losing to me your strong point? Since you’ve been losing to me ever since we met, I thought you would have rolled over and accepted your fate already~” Bokuto purred, snickering when Akaashi’s glare grew sour. The ravenette responded with a quick, “Shut up, owl.”

“Don’t let him get in your head!” Konoha shouted. Akaashi shook his head and tried to focus. But today’s events just kept piling up every time he looked at Bokuto’s stupid, annoying face. He took a deep breath in and exhaled in an attempt to calm himself. As soon as these practices were over, he could go home. He just wanted to go home.

Washio served the ball and the game was in motion. After the back and forth tosses, Bokuto took his stand.

“Pass it to me!” he called. Akaashi kept eyes on his friend, watching the ball spin in the air towards him. He watched as the ace readied himself then ran to the net, Akaashi right in front of him. They jumped at the same time, Akaashi ready to block. Bokuto had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, one his best friend could spot a mile away. Then, there was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Take THIS, soup crotch!!!” Bokuto’s scream echoed across the gym as the sound of the ball slamming on the court followed suit. When they landed, Akaashi struck. He immediately ducked under the net and tackled the older boy to the court. Surprised, Bokuto let out an undignified squeal before bursting into maniacal laughter. He guarded his head as Akaashi attempted to collide his fists to the other’s shitty hair. He wasn’t trying to seriously injure, he would never go that far, but a few bruises wouldn’t kill the ace.

“I! Told! You! To! Shut! Up!” Akaashi growled between blocked hits. Bokuto just laughed and laughed as he grabbed Akaashi’s wrists and held them up.

“Hahaha! Looks like soup crotch can’t take the teeeasiiiing~” Bokuto just had to keep it up. Akaashi’s eyes burned bright with a murderous fire. Without knowing what else to do, Akaashi ripped his arms from Bokuto’s grip and shoved them into his armpits. That probably wasn’t the best idea since his pits were extremely sweaty, and because Bokuto decided to show everyone his best rodeo bull impression.

Bokuto proceeded to shoot his arms to his sides and hug his chest, cackling hysterically as his friend attacked a particularly bad spot. Their teammates watched on with exasperated yet understanding smiles. And plus, they didn’t dare intervene. Not when Akaashi’s face looked like he was happily skinning his prey alive.

“Yeah, yeah! Nothin’ to say now, huh? Huh? You were all big talk not one second ago, where did that talk go? Where did it go Bokuto?! You shut up real quick when someone gets a few tickles in, don’tcha? Come on, tease me again! One more jab, one more mock, one more word I dare you!” Akaashi bellowed with a sadistic smile on his face. Bokuto howled with mirth as he rocked side to side, kicking his feet to try and lessen the tickly feeling somehow.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! A-AKAASHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! EHEEHEEHEE- GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” screamed Bokuto. He could never handle tickles well, his friends knew this. Even a squeeze to his side would send him through the roof. But this was plain ol’ mean. Akaashi knew his weak spots better than anyone, and how to tickle just right so Bokuto ends up crying.

“Oh nuh-uh! You deserve this, you bastard! How are you able to read the court, but not your friend?! Why do you have to be so. Damn. Annoying?!” Akaashi growled as he now focused on Bokuto’s ribs, alternating between his massaging technique and his clawing technique. The poor ace finally managed to roll onto his stomach, but somehow, not being able to block out the tickles from behind made him even more ticklish. 

“REEHEEHEEHEEEEE!! AKA-AKAAHAHAHAHAHAHASHI! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY! I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S JUST- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S SOHOHOHOHOHOHO EHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASYYYYY! REEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!” Bokuto cried. He attempted to crawl away, but Akaashi kept him down by laying his shin over the small of his back. The rest of the Fukurodani team, who decided to take a water break since this might take a minute, laughed from the sidelines.

“Oh my god, he sounds like Scooby Doo!” One of them remarked. The others cracked up even louder, joined their voices with Bokuto’s in the echoing gym. Akaashi himself couldn’t stop himself from smiling earnestly either. Bokuto was a dummy, that fact wasn’t to be argued with. But at least he was a loveable dummy. Even when he’s more aggravating than sin. All the teases and jabs he made to Akaashi were all friendly. He didn’t have a sinister bone in his body. He probably thought that he was cheering up the setter, so no harm was truly intended. Such a moron, Akaashi thought to himself.

“Apologize! Or else!” Akaashi demanded, pausing the tickling and placing his hand on the back of Bokuto’s thigh. Bokuto flipped himself on his back with a panicked scream.

“I’M SORRY!!!! I’m sorry for calling you soup crotch! And for making you spill the soup! And for hitting those nasty spikes! Please please please please have mercy Akaashi!” Bokuto begged. Akaashi smirked and stood up, putting his hands on his hips.

“That’s right dumbass. Learn to cheer your friend up in different ways.” Akaashi was about to walk away when he felt Bokuto’s weak hand clasp his shorts. The ace panted heavily and gulped a few times, wanting to say something but unable to get it out just yet. Akaashi rolled his eyes fondly and waited.

“Aka- *gulp* Akaashi… *pant pant pant* Let’s stop by a store… *pant pant* and get… *gulp* meat buns? I’ll *pant* pay…!” Bokuto asked. The setter looked at him surprised, then smiled and nodded.

“That’s fine with me. Now get up and drink something before you pass out.” He pulled the ace to his feet and pushed him towards the bench. After practice, Bokuto kept to his word and bought them each five meat buns from a local convenience store. Akaashi didn’t need that much, but it was the thought that counts. He reflected back on today while walking home with Bokuto, who wouldn’t stop talking, and smiled. Eh, today wasn’t so bad, he thought.