#I DON'T WANT TO EITHER BUDDY!!! BUT I HAVE A BRAIN THAT I CAN USE AND CRYING ABOUT HOW THE SYSTEM IS FUCKED DOESN'T DO A DAMN THING

[turniparts]

Ok ok, I feel like I need to have a chat with y'all about Kris in the newer chapters. Bit of analysis/theory of mine. SPOILERS INBOUND

I've seen a fair amount of people interpreting their interactions with the knight and Carol to be inherently evil, and I have to say I really disagree. Yes, they're 100% working with Carol and the knight(who I think is Dess because I just don't think Carol would appear in such an odd, powerful form in the dark world, since all the other regular lightners look very recognizable), but I don't think it's necessarily out of free will.

First off, in the knight fight, though Kris clearly knows the knight and doesn't seem unhappy to see them, they hit harder when Susie and Ralsei go down. Though this is partially to make it possible to deal enough damage with just Kris alive, it also indicates that they do care about the two of them, enough to deal around 3x their normal damage. This, plus all of their voluntary fun interactions with Susie and even Ralsei sometimes, makes me believe they enjoy their adventures and don't necessarily want harm to come to their travel buddies.

Secondly, when we first see them get a phone call from Carol, they don't look happy about it at all. They sink further and further down, until we can only see their head on the table. This isn't something you'd expect if Kris was fully willing to do the things Carol asks of them, especially given the knowledge they care deeply about Susie and Noelle.

Thirdly, at the end of the chapter, they still don't look happy about what they're going to do, and Carol's words don't seem like something you'd say to a willing partner in crime. "You promised", isn't something you say to get someone to do something willingly, it's something you say to keep someone in line.

Their actions are definitely bad, in line with the antagonists, but I don't think Kris themselves is a bad or evil person. They hate you even more in the weird route, and clearly cared a lot about trying to help Noelle recover. They do a bunch of silly stuff with Susie, completely without the player's input. They even voluntarily hug Ralsei at the end of chapter four, when all the player selects is "it's okay not to smile". None of this indicates someone who wants the roaring to happen.

My theory is that something bad happened to Dess, and Kris either saw or was involved in some way. This is what led to them needing the art therapy from the egg room in chapter 4, as well as what was behind the tree. I think whatever this bad thing was, it caused Dess to go into a fallen down state, and Carol did something that allowed her to be preserved. I'm not entirely sure when or how, but perhaps Kris' actual soul ended up going to Dess, which is why we are now possessing them. Clearly, Carol knows about us, since she references the soul when talking on the phone.

Whatever the exact sequence of events, it ended with Dess in a weak state surviving with Kris' soul, or maybe determination extracted from it. Carol, learning about the prophecy and dark fountains, may have come to the conclusion that the only way to bring Dess back is to bring about the roaring. She's roped Kris into it, and that's why they're going along with creating the fountains and stopping Susie from getting the code.

Again, I'm not entirely sure what could've happened to Dess, or how it did happen, but it makes the most sense to me that she's in a somewhat weird state in the light world, which is why the knight appears so strange and powerful in the dark worlds. I'm not much of a theorycrafter, but I just don't think that Kris being evil makes sense, and this is my best explanation as to why they're doing what they're doing. I'm sure gaster is probably involved somehow, but, again, I'm not that deep of a theory crafter myself, so I'm not sure exactly how or why.

Feel free to counter my points or give me your own ideas, this is just my thoughts that I needed to get out of my brain lol. Really, I just wanted to make a case for Kris, because I see them being controlled both literally by us and through manipulation by Carol as far more likely than them being straight up evil. Definitely see them more as morally gray than anything else.

[grilledcheeseandgravityfalls]

"I refuse to choose the lesser of two evils!! It shouldn't be this way!!"

Well, it is. And unless you can come up with and implement a realistic plan to fix that before the end of this year (you can't), you need to accept that there isn't always a perfect choice that will allow you to keep your sense of moral high ground and limit damage to human lives. Which one is more important?? Think this through for five seconds and remember that your choices affect people other than yourself.

[hellsslibrary]

Sorry, I love your content...

Could you write headcanons about Chigiri sending Dom!male!reader nude pictures that he? I can imagine it working up to them screwing everytime~

The most beautiful photos are taken with love... Or lust. But with obviously good thoughts in mind.

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : YES. He is such a model, I swear. Have you ever seen an ugly Chigiri? That's right, you wouldn't even dream of such a thing in your nightmares.

!!Warnings: top!dom!male!reader (although everyone can read, the reader just has a boner, but the reader has no pronouns and no interactions with the boner either, Lol), sub!bratty!Chigiri, photo description mentioning sex toys and various clothes, mentioning video and voice messages (erotic), Chigiri the devil in the flesh, otherwise everything is cool.

What can I say? He would.

I think he generally likes to take pictures. It doesn't matter what. Landscapes, other people, animals on the street, you, some random stuff... And himself, of course.

Most of them are just photos with some new hairstyle that he invented himself or looked on the Internet. Or maybe in some clothes that he found attractive. But he has one folder in his phone that is closed...

There are some personal photos in this folder, of course. Starting from any ordinary topless photos, ending with the ones that he definitely would not want anyone else to see.

It's just a photo of him standing naked in front of a mirror. Some erotic photos in your clothes. A photo where he hides behind something so as not to show the sweetest. Maybe some photos with sex toys inside him, on him, in his hands... Or maybe there are pictures in slightly feminine clothes that he would never have worn if you hadn't literally given him one of them one day, and then another and another.

And fuck, he's good. Divinely good. He could have been a model and a photographer all rolled into one, and he would have succeeded. The light falls perfectly on each of his photos, he stands in just the perfect pose, and everything else looks perfect too, even if he didn't really think about it.

He just can't turn out badly in the photo. And he uses it brazenly.

And he sends these photos to you at any moment, which is why you've learned to always look at photos from Chigiri while hiding your phone screen, buddy.

Chigiri would absolutely not be shy about any of your reactions, really. It doesn't matter if you would have reacted embarrassingly, joyfully, or completely depraved. The main thing is that you like it.

He would even tease you.

He would send you some photos, like these arts "take off his pants/shirt/etc" on Twitter for likes. Maybe he would send you a video where he would make sure that his hands were moving over your favorite places on his body... If he's feeling too teasing today, he might even send you a voicemail.

There won't be anything too surprising or completely enticing about this voicemail. He just knows exactly what words to use and how. And if you don't have a boner from the photo? Definitely from his whisper. (This man can even whisper a advanced mathematical analysis to me, I'll just thank him)

And he won't finish until he's sure you're horny and at least a little desperate wherever you are. Until he is convinced that you will come and see with your own eyes what he looks like and what he does.

Well, the only exception is if you are in another country or city, but there are video calls, of course.

But it always leads to sex. Now that these images are literally imprinted in your brain, you just can't come alone, no matter how much you want to. It won't be what you want.

And not what he wants.

So he always acts innocent when you visit him, even if he sees an overly obvious boner in your pants.

And he continues to behave innocently every fucking time, as if he doesn't realize that such photos turn you on to hell. It was like he was sending a selfie, not a photo of his ass in the mirror.

And he definitely likes that you get more impatient with it. Maybe even more so, depending on your character. It doesn't matter if he likes that some of your traits stand out more and more.

I think he likes slower sex, but at times like this? He just wants you to fuck him to death for all the photos and everything else he could send you. And he will still tease you until you have no strength left or he has...

After the act, you hear a quiet "I won't do it again" while he yawns and settles on your chest after a shower. But really? This will happen again in about a week, a maximum of a month.

I want him to sit on my face ☹️ WHO SAID THIS.

[redrosydiaz]

happy warm mouth wednesday friends 👄

walk with me and picture: a post bisexual awakening world — where either tommy doesn't exist or he and buck just kissed and that's it. nothing else. no relationship — but. post bisexual awakening buck, who is considering the fact that being bisexual means sleeping with men. and, he wants that, of course, but it's new to him, so, naturally, he gets in his head about it. and he's like well what if i'm bad at it? what if i don't know how to do it? what if i'm not good at giving blowjobs?

and, this, crucially, is the most upsetting part, because buck loves going down on people — on women. he prides himself on it. he's good at it, like, really good, AND it's just something he loves to do. like he could literally get off on just going down on a girl — not just because he's getting off on giving to his partner and making her feel good first, but also because he just genuinely enjoys the act itself. and so he's like well. it is fundamentally different with a man, it is something new i'll have to learn and — what if i'm bad at it? what if i don't like it?? i don't think i won't like it, but i don't know! and i won't know until i do it! but also i can't be like mid blowjob and realize i hate it!! that's terrible!! and so, in true buck nature, he is toootally spinning himself out about this.

and the thing is — he and eddie never really got detailed about their sex lives with each other. like, eddie would know that buck was sleeping with his girlfriends and buck would know that eddie was too, but outside of like the briefest of mentions of that they were never the sit down with a beer and describe in detail the play by play of the night type of guys. they never really talked about it, and they never really talked about why they never really talked about it either.

but. here buck is. talking about it. even if it is only hypothetically speaking here, but still. it's a lot more detail than eddie is used to. and he— well. buck is painting a picture. and eddie is— not lacking imagination. so he is picturing. and he is. getting hard about it. but eddie is trying so hard (hah) to be a Good Friend about this, and offer advice and keep buck from spiraling further. only— he opens his mouth and what ends up spilling out is "you can practice on me." and it. cuts buck's rambling and his pacing off completely. and he just stares back at eddie, blinking at him like he isn't so sure he heard him correctly. but, oh, he did. he did.

and so. yknow. Practice Blowjobs happen. and after the first time, naturally, it ends with eddie telling buck it was good, really good, but he trails off in a way that suggests there is a but (and, there isn't, not really, because buck WAS really good, actually. but eddie's brain is already two steps ahead trying to figure out a way to make it happen again.) and so buck goes "..... but?" and eddie goes "well. you know, you've got to keep practicing. to keep your skill up. it's like. it's like a muscle, y'know. you gotta keep using it so it doesn't deteriorate. and you don't want your um. blowjob muscle, so to speak, to to deteriorate." and buck is like "mhm mhm you're so right. absolutely. yes. yep. yeah" and eddie's like "welllll. if you ever need a practice buddy........" and buck is like "mhm mhm right. absolutely. yes. yep. yeah."

and OF COURSE it keeps happening.

and i am thinking by like the fourth or fifth time it happens maybe, eddie — in his brain — is like well. actually. what if. what if i wanted to try it. because like. buck makes it look fun. and y'know. it's always good to expand your repertoire. to learn new skills. you never know when you'll need them. mhm mhm. totally normal thought process here.

and so the next time, after they finish, buck sits back on his haunches and wipes his hand over his mouth (obscene) and looks up at eddie with those big eager eyes and he goes "so, how was it?" (because they have Kept Up the "this is for skill practice and improvement" thing) and this time eddie is like "well. it was good. but i was thinking. what if. what if i showed you. um. exactly what i like?" and bucks like "um?" and eddies like "yeah. yeah! i could. y'know. show you. exactly how i like it. so you know. for next time." and bucks like "show me?" — and like he thinks he knows what eddie is getting at here, but also, there's no way eddie is getting at what he thinks he is getting at. that's like. way too good to be true.

but it is. true. and eddie just nods and goes "yeah like. like." and he mimes a blowjob (because he is. a DORK. but also because this feels too precarious and he can't bring himself to actually say blowjob, out loud, in the context of himself. but not because he's scared or ashamed or confused or anything. but because he's just. excited about it. and that makes him nervous but like. in a good way)

and buck is like oh. oh. and then nearly swallows his tongue in his haste to agree like "oh yes yes uh huh sure absolutely that would be. i am a visual learner hah. you should— yes. you should yes. definitely."

and that is how eddie gets his practice in too.

and of course, they are not together yet and they think this is Totally Normal Boy Bestie Behavior — exchanging blowjobs for practice — and they are both catching feelings (or, becoming aware of the feelings they've already caught, really), and recognizing that this is a Dangerous situation, because it's just practice to the other, but it means something more now, to both of them, unknowingly to each other!!

[semperama]

I understand people don't want to experience a crash out if something Buddie doesn't happen tomorrow, but we shouldn't paint it as if people are just looking for "validation" or as if we need to see our ship happen on screen in order to be happy in fandom. I do think that like, years and years of queerbaiting by various shows has kind of broken people's brains, because now that we're in uncharted waters (the potential for a huge ship to actually go canon on a network tv show), people are trying to map an existing fandom paradigm onto it in a way that doesn't fully make sense. This is not a situation where we can be reasonably sure they're queerbaiting, and so we should not have expectations. This is not Supernatural or Sherlock or Teen Wolf or [insert show here]. And I see y'all trying to draw on the kind of logic and reasoning you would have used for your fellow worried fans in those fandoms, but again, that just doesn't work here. Many things are true for 911 that were never true for any of those shows, including:

Various actors and writers either hinting or outright stating that they have in the past or do in the future see or want to see Buddie happening--not as a way to pander to fans, but in the sense that they've actually considered putting it in the show.

On screen, in text references to Buddie, including but not limited to: the entirety of 7x04, Buck's boyfriend breaking up with him because of Eddie and scoffing at the idea that Eddie is straight, Maddie asking Buck if he's in love with Eddie, and Buck's only reasoning for not being in love with Eddie is that Eddie's straight.

Oliver (and others?) saying they would never want to lead people on, then continuing to intentionally leave the possibility for Buddie open.

The current press hype, mostly led by Oliver, that strongly suggests some kind of paradigm shift is coming.

So I don't think if nothing happens tomorrow that it's really reasonable to expect people not to be upset? This is not a case of crazy fans being crazy fans anymore. This is not, like, Secret Fourth Episode of Sherlock behavior. This is people following the threads that exist in a totally real way.

That's not to say that I think we should all flounce if nothing does happen. I personally will be fine either way, because yeah, fandom obviously can and does thrive without anything ever existing on screen. But I don't think we should be preemptively shaming people for wanting the thing that the show is clearly narratively leading toward to happen, or for being upset if it doesn't happen.

[staravyz]

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ㅤㅤ🔭ㅤㅤ—ㅤ(dr. stone) ishigami senkuu x reader

ㅤ﹑tags ... x reader/comfort/slice of life/fluff/short one shot/modern au

ㅤ౨ৎㅤ—ㅤa/n﹕cross posted tis on ao3 lmk if i suould write a part 2 😼

ㅤOn the day the guy from your AP art class that you'd been eyeing for several weeks finally asked you out to the dance, you sprinted to Senku's house to tell him.

ㅤKnowing each other for years now, it was just natural that he was the first person you'd alert.

ㅤNot even your nice friends that complain about schoolwork and convince you to go out with them once a week instead of studying, or your classmates that you only speak to in class when there's nothing to do who ask you for answers and notes during breaks, but Senku.

ㅤThe guy who's most likely to either solve climate change or become a dictator and involve you in his madness either way.

ㅤYou don't know when exactly it hit you that you wanted to start doing less advanced schoolwork and more socializing, but you did know that Senku wasn't interested in it. He was always trying to drag you away from your friends to pull you back in the lab, putting you through Olympic sports level studying over college courses you weren't even planning to take, and running statistics on socialization to prove to you how useless it is compared to science.

ㅤSure, it was probably sweet in Senku's weird way of showing his care, but this time, you got asked out.

ㅤTo a school dance.

ㅤThis is revolutionary for you.

ㅤ"Hate to break it to you, but you're gonna have to cancel your little dance date thing," Senku interrupted, right when you were describing how the guy smoothly asked you after class.

ㅤ"What?" You blinked. "Why?"

ㅤ"I need your help setting up the telescope so we can compare Saturn's moons' orbits over the course of the night. Visibilty rate is the best on the night of the dance before the weather decides to start coating everything in snow," he said casually. Senku hadn't spared so much so a glance since you started talking.

ㅤWith him in his chair, scribbling down notes—probably memorizing each of Saturn's moons—you sat on his bed, fidgeting with a rubix cube in your lap.

ㅤ"Who's we? I'm going to the dance, Senku. You can collect your data by yourself because I'm not skipping out on this just for you." You rolled your eyes. "Ask Taiju, maybe."

ㅤ"Taiju's going with Yuzuriha, and I'd rather disturb your night over theirs because they have a more solid relationship than you and your little art buddy do."

ㅤYou huffed. Arguing over whose date should be prioritized more was useless.

ㅤ"Then you're on your own, Senku. I want to go. I got asked," You stated.

ㅤSenku sighed and put down his pencil. "You're gonna regret it, ten billion percent." He turned to face you, but didn't exactly meet your eyes. "Gen told me that guy is an entrepreneur in asking girls out over bets for money."

ㅤYou frowned. "Are you saying I'm more likely to be a bet than a real date?" Your hands fell slack in your lap.

ㅤ"I'm saying that you need to think more logically about the people around you." He gestured towards the space around you with his hand then stood up and flicked your forehead. "Use that supposed brain of yours to make better decisions, idiot."

ㅤYou rubbed your forehead, it didn't hurt at all. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, you're not a licensed therapist and I don't feel comfortable taking life advice from someone who watches petri dishes for entertainment."

ㅤSenku turned back around, a smirk peeking at the corner of lips. He scoffed. "Alright, see through the consequences of your actions. Not my problem."

—

ㅤOh how you loathe how right Senku is every time.

ㅤSitting in one of those cheap, black chairs the dance committee laid out at a table only you were at, your date was over an hour late and it was just now starting to sink in.

ㅤYou got stood up.

ㅤThis is unbelievable.

ㅤWith a sigh, you stopped your relentless tapping on the table and placed your chin in your hand as you watched everyone with sonder.

ㅤYour friends were occupied with their own dates. Taking pictures, dancing, sneaking off to make out in a bathroom stall, things you've never really pictured yourself doing but sometimes wished you could. More or less because you craved the real experience and making memories and not because you wanted a pair of lips trailing bacteria and saliva down your neck.

ㅤYeah, maybe you could cross that one off as unnecessary.

ㅤYou checked the time on your phone. 10:38 PM. Might as well go for a walk and rethink everything about your life, then come back with a new identity.

ㅤOne step outside and you had already made another regret: not bringing a thicker jacket.

ㅤHumiliation was stronger than your need for warmth, so you walked down the steps and strode into the night.

ㅤNo particular destination, just listening to the sound of the cool breeze, clacking of your accessories, and your shoes hitting the pavement with each step. A car or two would drive by and you'd wonder if they thought you were a loner, or maybe a runaway.

ㅤPassing a lampost, you grazed your fingers over the pole and observed the light and shadows sharply reacting to your bone structure. Your gaze softened at such a simple sight. Maybe if things had gone well, that hand would be warmer, held by the art guy who apparently profited over your emotional expense.

ㅤ"I can't help but respect the hustle. I would've done it for the yen, too," you softly whispered to yourself. You took a few more steps then collapsed on the bench next to the post, shivering at the cold.

ㅤYou sighed as you tilted your head up towards the moon, your breath coming out as white wisps. For a moment, you only counted the stars you could see.

ㅤThen warm tears began to trace your cheeks.

ㅤIf you weren't freezing cold, you would have lifted a hand or two to wipe them away. But it's okay. There's nobody around. You walked far enough to guarantee that. It's pretty stupid to be crying over something so trivial. You've shed a few tears over exams, failed experiments, teacher comments, normal things that you deemed worthy crying over because they were failures—important things that slipped past your logical thinking.

ㅤThis wasn't like that. This wasn't a test below 80% or a shattered beaker, this was your emotions. A consequence you couldn't have foreseen like you could with a grammatical error. All you did was say yes. All you wanted was a date.

ㅤYou closed your eyes, taking shaky breaths.

ㅤ"Moon, why does nothing ever go right for me?" You asked quietly, as if a round rock in earth's orbit could offer you comfort.

ㅤYou tilted your head back down and wiped the tears onto your sleeves.

ㅤ"... What the hell are you doing here?"

ㅤ"WHAT the FUCK, Senku—" you flinched and snapped your head towards the voice, recognizing him immediately. "—where did you—?"

ㅤ"Answer my question first," he deadpanned. Senku was wearing a much better coat than you were. Regular pajama pants, too, and bedhead hair.

ㅤYou turned your head away, still attempting to fix your whole crying situation. "I'm on a walk. Th—the school gym was crowded."

ㅤ"Uh huh." Reluctancy to tell the truth detected. Senku settled on analyzing you and piecing together what actually happened instead—not like it'd be hard, he saw this coming a week ago.

ㅤHe gave a dramatic sigh. "Move over."

ㅤHesitantly, you made room for him on the bench. He sat a little too close. No, that's probably you.

ㅤ"Art freak ditched you?"

ㅤSilence.

ㅤ"I'll take that as a yes. All your critical thinking deficient friends too busy to accompany you?"

ㅤSilence.

ㅤ"Damn, rough night."

ㅤ"Don't say it," you muttered, lowering your head a bit more.

ㅤHe smirked. "Say what?" He teased, leaning closer to you for more effect. "I told you—"

ㅤ"Senku," you stopped him, voice coming out with less confidence and stability than you intended. You sniffled.

ㅤSenku leaned back on the bench and stared straight ahead for a moment of silence. Uncomfortable silence, significantly on his part.

ㅤWere you crying? He could've deducted that from the sight of you moping on the bench earlier when he started walking here, but he sincerely hoped you weren't because he wouldn't know how to deal with that—how to make you feel better.

ㅤHe'd seen you cry before... from afar... with someone else handling it. After all these years, he still didn't wouldn't know what to do exactly.

ㅤOne time, you cried over a failed math test because your friends wanted to take you somewhere fun the night before. They said you worked too hard and that it was important for you to relax every now and then. Senku disagreed with their beliefs, always encouraged you to study more. When you started crying, he thought only about how he was right. When your friends started frantically apologizing, comforting you until you started smiling and laughing again, he wondered if he was wrong.

ㅤLogically, no, not at all.

ㅤEmotionally?

ㅤSenku never bothered with your questionable taste in the people you surround yourself with until then. He realized he forgot to factor in your emotional need for connection, experience, and comfort, and that's why you stuck around those gossipy idiots, half of whom are failing in at least two subjects.

ㅤSenku clicked his tongue and spoke up. "Look, you got stood up by some kid who'll probably be a deadbeat when he grows up, who cares? You'll live. You should be more above this, genius."

ㅤYou shifted slightly. "That's not helpful."

ㅤHe shrugged. "Tch, this isn't my sort of thing to do so have some empathy."

ㅤHe glanced at you and heard a soft chuckle. He smiled. Laughter, good. Clear sign of positive improvement in emotional recovery.

ㅤ"Then why are you trying?" You snickered, leaning back on the bench and tilting your head towards him. The thought of Senku Ishigami, comforting you, was impossible in the way that it was hilarious.

ㅤSenku looked away, trying not to catch your contagious laugh. "Because you were crying."

ㅤSilence.

ㅤHe leaned back and crossed his arms. You only watched, absorbing that singular sentence. Such a simple reason, yet it meant way too much than it should have coming from Senku.

ㅤHe stared at the street, you stared at him.

ㅤ"Shouldn't you be watching Saturn's moons right now?" You blurted.

ㅤSenku looked at you. Was that it? It was that easy to make you feel better? Noted.

ㅤ"Didn't feel like graphing things myself all night." He shrugged, stretching his legs out. "Went on a walk instead and saw your lonely ass moping on a bench."

ㅤ"Besides," he continued, looking up at the night sky. "this is nice, too. Y'know I'm not only into astronomy because of the scientific details and data, right? I mean, c'mon, any person would be curious of this too." Senku gestured at the sky.

ㅤYou followed his gaze. A small smile spread on your lips, the moon offered you comfort after all.

ㅤSenku went on to list 88 more facts about space with words that had too many syllables to count. You were half listening, half wondering why scientific terms always ended in '-tion'.

ㅤIn the middle of his rant, you pulled out your phone.

ㅤ"12:00 AM, happy New Year, Senku," you joked, smiling at him. "The dance is wrapping up by now. I'll just tell my friends I went home early or something." You sighed as you slid lower down the bench, shivering.

ㅤ"Alright, might as well wrap this disaster up too," Senku huffed, standing up with his hands in his pockets. You followed and began walking down the path to your place, Senku walked next to you.

ㅤSilence. Comfortable silence. Just listening to the sound of the cool breeze, clacking of your accessories, and you and Senku's shoes hitting the pavement with each step.

ㅤYou passed by a 24/7 convenience store, glancing up momentarily at the bright light. Senku followed your gaze and stopped walking.

ㅤ"Want something?" He nodded towards the store. You shook your head. He sighed. "Alright, one second."

ㅤSenku took your arm and dragged you into the convenience store.

ㅤYou yelped. "Wh—!?"

ㅤSenku let go of you at the cashier desk, disappearing into one of the aisles. You blinked and made awkward eye contact with the worker.

ㅤYou peeked your head into the shelves. "Senku?" You called out. Senku magically reappeared next to you.

ㅤ"Get yourself a snack or whatever. I'm just looking for something."

ㅤYou shivered. "God, you're like a ghost," you murmured.

ㅤPhone in hand, packet of pastillas in the other. You waited for Senku at the front. He returned with what looked like one of those ice packet things the elementary school office used to hand out to those injury prone kids for bruises and stuff. You decided not to question it. Senku snatched the pastillas from your hand and handed it to the cashier. Before you could pull out your wallet, he had already paid.

ㅤYou narrowed your eyes at him and slowly put your wallet back.

ㅤOn your way out, he pressed something on the ice packet then handed it to you. It was warm.

ㅤ"Ohh, it's a heat pad," you said. Senku nodded.

ㅤ"You looked like you were about to get a secret fourth degree level of frostbite back there."

ㅤYou glared at him but laughed anyway and thanked him, feeling significantly rejuvenated by the warmth. Senku opened your snack.

ㅤ"What are these?" he held one piece up as you two walked side by side. You took one for yourself and popped it in your mouth.

ㅤ"Pastillas," you said, chewing. "They're good, try one."

ㅤSenku ate one and made a face.

ㅤYou snickered at his reaction. "What? Don't like it?"

ㅤHe held the packet up and squinted at the ingredients. "Does this thing have, like, 15 pounds of sugar per serving? Holy." You laughed. "You're going to get one cavity per bite. Never letting you pick snacks again."

ㅤ"I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted to share in the first place. And if you hate it so much, why are you eating more?" You glared, taking the packet back before Senku could toss another piece in his mouth.

ㅤ"I was stating facts, not my true opinion," he countered. "Your taste in convenience store snacks are nutritiously inefficient, but admittedly, not bad." Senku made a hand gesture as he spoke.

ㅤThe rest of the walk to your house was—for one, warmer, and a lot nicer than what you expected with that AP art classmate.

ㅤIn retrospect, you didn't know why you said yes in the first place. It wasn't like you two were super close. It was clearly a one-sided crush. Senku called him a distraction. You knew that. And yet, caught up in the moment of when he asked you after class, you said yes.

ㅤYou made impulsive decisions sometimes. It's a good thing Senku knows how to knock sense into you. Never is it polite nor gentle, but he does it without being prompted, and is always conveniently there for you when it ends in disaster—painfully accurate according to his prediction.

ㅤYou snuck a glance at him while you walked in that same, slow pace, as if you were mutually savouring the moment.

ㅤSenku, the guy who would either solve climate change or become a dictor and involve you in his madness either way, cheered you up, bought you a heat pad and a snack, and then walked you home.

ㅤAre you just now realizing this?

ㅤRealizing him?

ㅤYou faced forward once again, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.

ㅤFuck. This is going to be your worst distraction yet.

ㅤ"We're here." Senku's voice snapped you out of the clouds. Your eyes darted from his to your home. You muttered a small "Oh" and started walking towards your door.

ㅤYour hand lingered on the door knob. You could already hear Senku's footsteps fading into the quiet of the night.

ㅤThat's a bit unfair of you, isn't it?

ㅤ"Senku," you called out.

ㅤHe turned around with that unfathomable look, like walking you home was just another task on his to-do list that he was satisfied to check off and not an overly romantic gesture you didn't know he was even capable of.

ㅤ"Thank you." You smiled.

ㅤYou caught a glimpse of his smirk before he turned away.

ㅤ"Don't go accepting any more dates with ridiculous guys without consulting me first," he retorted.

ㅤWith a sigh, you entered your house, kicked your shoes off your aching feet (you walked a farther distance than you thought), and collapsed on your bed, fully content with sleeping in your current attire.

ㅤYou threw the empty packet of pastillas in your trash and left the heat pad on your desk.

ㅤYour phone buzzed in your jacket. You hummed, contemplating whether or not you should fall asleep now or answer that.

ㅤOpening your phone, you squinted at the brightness, scrambling to turn it down. You opened the notification. A text from your friend group.

[name]whre are u??????

did thwy get kidnepaped holy shit guys

vroo i told u their date was sketchy asf like

ㅤYou chuckled at their texts and typed out a reply.

i'm fine lol

i went for a walk and ran into senku.

SO U DID GET KIDNEPAPD😥

no, hs walked me home

wair werent you supposed to be with that guy feom yiur art class?

he stood me up, not a big deal.

senku filled in.

ㅤToo tired to elaborate, you dropped your phone on the bed next to you and began to count stars until you fell asleep.

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[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 18

Title: Cheat Day

Pairing: Personal Trainer! Bucky x Curvy!female reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, shower sex (slippery), self-consciousness, mentions of cellulite/stretch marks, a smidge of fluff bc I can't resist, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), pet names (doll, baby), praise

Summary: You are a newbie to a gym and one of the regulars takes a liking to you and offers to help you on your gym journey. However, you notice that he's a lot more hands on than other trainers at the gym

Word count: 2.9k

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A/N: maybe it should more aptly be gym buddy Bucky but alas... I had plans - I promise!! I might have to get my big fics out tomorrow rip me

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Warm Up

You hate, hate, hate HATE working out.

You hate the gym. You hate the way you look like a lost puppy and don't know which machine to use. You hate that you get so out of breath on a tread mill. You hate how your arms wobble when you lift weights.

And you hate that damn Stairmaster.

The only thing you love is perhaps how your deliciously thick thighs can support the heavy weights on the legs press like it's nothing. That would probably be it.

You take one of the last treadmills available, setting your bottle and towel down before fiddling with your earbuds. You're not really paying attention to the guy next to you; you're too focused on trying to get through your warm up.

You start at a walk. You're hair swishing as you lift it to your crown to tie with a hairband. The guy beside you picks up his pace and your eyes flicker over to him. And oh God. What a guy. He's tall and muscular, clearly a regular unlike yourself who makes every excuse under the sun to avoid the gym, with a mop of dark hair that's bouncing to his movements. He's barely sweating at a pace that would have you panting.

You don't realise you've been staring until he smiles at you, sticking his tongue out playfully, before going back to running.

You are red faced and almost trip over your feet. You need to focus. You turn your music up and eventually break into a light jog. After thirty minutes your gym buddy wipes down the machine and disappears to another section of the gym, flashing you a smirk and a wave has you watch him go.

His T-shirt has the logo of the gym of its back and for a split second you're wondering if you should book a session, before scolding your horny brain.

Workout. Focus on working out.

Arms

The next time you come to the gym, it's dark out. You'd spent the day in work and although you just wanted to go home and eat dinner, maybe have a glass (or three) of wine, you had made a promise to yourself to go and now you were here.

It was so much more peaceful at night. The blaring music was off and there was hardly anyone about. Suddenly, you loved your idea of coming here. You had little reason to be self-conscious with so few people around.

Today was arms and you were busy trying to hype yourself up using the bench press. Arms were the worst, just after cardio and you dreaded having to do this. Suddenly the thought of three glasses of wine didn't seem so bad.

Adjusting the weights either side of the bar, you slip under it, getting comfortable against the hard leather seat. You reach up and grasp the bar, straightening your arms and pushing the bar out of it's rest. Your arms wobble slightly, your arms bracing against the weight and you hadn't even managed one rep. Perhaps you'd done the weight wrong.

"Whoa doll!" A voice calls out and you strain your neck trying to look for the approaching footsteps. It's the guy from the other day. "You're gonna hurt yourself doing it like that."

"I - Uh-" you grip the handles, unsure if he wants you to let go or not, but you're palms are starting to sweat. "Okay."

He grins down at you, placing large, rough hands over yours and gently lifting the handles back to stationery position.

"Thanks." You sigh, rubbing your sweaty palms on your workout leggings. You glance up at him again, only to find you're eye level with his crotch and go beet red.

Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts.

The guy doesn't seem to notice. "I'm Bucky. I'm one of the trainers here."

"Y/N." You try and offer a smile but you're too focused on not thinking that his crotch his just right there.

"I've seen you round here once or twice before, um..." Bucky rakes a hand through his long hair. "You're new right? Have you thought about getting a personal trainer?"

You recalled almost tripping in front of him a week or so ago and flush red. Was it that obvious you weren't a regular? Unhelpful, mean thoughts fluttered through your head and you fought to push them away.

"That obvious, huh?" You smile sheepishly, finally sitting up on the bench.

"Very obvious." Bucky nods, still smiling at you. "You hadn't put the locks on the plates, they could have slipped and injured that pretty face."

Your eyes widen; you hadn't noticed the locks and were grateful Bucky was there to save you from injury... even if he was being a flirt about it.

Even if it made your heart flutter.

"Well, thankfully I have a hero to step in." You tell him playfully. "And about the personal trainer... to be quite honest, I don't think I could afford one right now."

You give him an apologetic shrug but he only smirks in response. "Good thing I'll help you for free. Consider it a free trial."

You eyebrows shoot up. Having someone around to motivate you and show you the ropes would be ideal, and especially if it was someone as handsome as Bucky, it may motivate you to come to the gym more often.

"Only if you're sure." You say cautiously, eyeing him. "I don't want you to lose out on work because you're helping me."

Bucky shrugs. "Hey, helping you is more important. I can just text you what days and times I'll be at the gym - if you're here the same time, then we can do some sets together."

You can't say no to that. His eyes brighten when you agree and exchange numbers before he runs you through how to correctly use the bench press, encouraging you and praising you even though you're red faced and drenched in sweat by the end of your set. But you feel fantastic.

If this was how your sessions with Bucky would be, maybe you'd have to consider saving up for more sessions.

Legs

Whichever the Bucky you saw the night he convinced you to take some sessions with him, didn't exist after that night.

The next few sessions with Bucky he'd been nothing but a hard ass, making your brows furrow with displeasure each time he taunted you. It spurred you to complete reps sure, but that wasn't the point. Quite frankly, you missed him being a little bit nicer and you missed the praise that came with it.

"It's false advertising," You huff mid-squat, shooting Bucky a glare. The more time you'd spent with him, the more confident you'd become at back talking him (even though you'd still complete all your reps). "If I'd have known you were going to be a drill sergeant, I wouldn't have agreed to this."

Bucky chuckles, eyeing your form as he stands with his big arms folded, sipping his water bottle. "And yet you finish every rep like a good little soldier." He teases back.

You scoff in response but your cheeks still grow warm. "Whatever."

After squats it was the leg curl machine. You're on your front, your quads under the foam cushions of the machines trying to push the bar against the curve of your ass but it's too heavy. Bucky is stood, as always, with folded arms watching you intently.

"Bucky, it's too heavy." You huff, letting your legs relax. "I need to put the weight down."

"No, you're doing it wrong." He chuckles. "May I?" He approaches, hands splayed.

You shrug, looking over at him with your chin in your palms. "Be my guest."

You still jump when you feel his strong hands on your thighs, moving them slightly wider. Your heart leaps into your throat and you could swear his fingers linger. His fingers are hot even through your gym wear and you're suddenly bashful when your head is filled with thoughts of another type of exercise you could be doing with Bucky. Again.

His hands trail to your knees slowly, bending them a little more before giving your calves a playful squeeze.

"Try now." He says quietly and you obey. The curl is a lot easier now, and the bar smacks your ass making it wobble.

"Oh, wow, OK." You chuckle bashfully. "Yeah OK you were right."

You catch Bucky smirking triumphantly but his eyes aren't on you; they're shamelessly glued to your legs and ass, watching you perform your reps.

Heat pools to your core and you quickly glance away. You have to be imagining it.

You have to.

Cardio

It had been about two weeks since you last saw Bucky and since you last visited the gym. You'd had a cold and then were so busy at work you couldn't find the time to drop by. You'd dropped Bucky a text to say you'd be out of commission but never explained why - and he'd not asked.

Sighing, you dumped your towel and water bottle next to the treadmill and began to walk. You'd come to the gym tonight for an escape. You hadn't wanted to text Bucky just in case he'd already be asleep but you itched to reach out.

The gym was a ghost town. Only the whirr of your treadmill echoed around the open space. You tried not to think about how you wished you'd bumped into Bucky or remember how he'd looked at you.

Maybe he's like that with all newbies...

That thought made your chest twist uncomfortably. You picked up your earbuds and shoved them in your ears, picking up your pace to a light jog.

So much for easing yourself back into it.

After an hour, you decide to call it quits.

It's 11pm and you just want to be back in your bed, hidden under the covers, away from the world.

You're on your way to the showers when you bump into a familiar face emerging from the men's changing room.

"Y/N?" Bucky

"Hey." You pause as he approaches, taking in the sight of his large biceps under the rolled up sleeves of his tee. "How've you been?

"Good. Long time no see. I thought I lost you."

You can't help yourself from smiling. "Oh no, can't keep me away from this place." You say sarcastically, making Bucky grin over at you.

"Really? Even miss me?" He teases softly.

"I don't miss you being a hard ass, if that's what you mean." You quip and Bucky scoffs. "But I have missed you."

Both of your gazes meet and the tension you'd been feeling over the last few weeks increases a hundred fold.

"So..." Bucky says slowly, barely breathing as he looks at you, not knowing which path to tread. "What are we doing tonight?"

"I've just finished," you say a little disheartened. "I was about to hit the shower."

"Can I join you?"

You both stare at one another. Bucky’s brain was expecting you to say your plan for your next set... not that you were going to shower. Mortified, redness bolts to his cheeks as he attempts to back track.

"I - I mean," he shutters and then coughs awkwardly. Your face is equally red but your eyes glimmer with want. "I thought - Uh- you were going to-"

"Sure," you say thickly.

Bucky's brain short circuits again and you give him that bashful smile that makes his heart stammer.

The women's showers are empty and after two minutes Bucky sneaks in behind you. As soon as the door closes, his strong arms pull you towards him, cupping your face before putting his lips on yours.

"Missed you too," he huffs, pulling his shirt off as you both fumble blindly for a shower booth. Bucky tugs at your gym clothes desperately as he kisses you, urging you to undress.

Your mind swims. He missed you too. He's kissing you senseless and you're sure that given the chance he'd rip your clothes from your body.

You peel away your clothes, pausing only to give Bucky more needy kisses in between layers. Bucky follows suit, discarding his sneakers, shorts and boxers into the pile next to your feet.

You feel a wave of self-consciousness as you take in Bucky's body; all muscle, toned and hard and utter perfection. Your eyes drop to your body; soft, squishable, with silvery zebra stripes running over your hips.

You hear Bucky suck in a short breath and you glance up through your eyelashes, smiling a little nervously. His blue eyes are transfixed on you as he closes the space between you. His fingers twitch as he reaches for you, desperate to feel your skin under his hands, but not knowing where he wants to touch first.

"Perfect," he murmurs, his hands ghosting over your hips, drawing you flush against him. His hands tighten their grip on your hips and you you gasp softly, feeling the hard heat of his cock brush against your thighs. One hand cups your face again, and Bucky’s head dips to kiss you slowly. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you open your mouth wider, letting Bucky kiss you with far more passion and severance than you'd anticipated.

You're lost in the kiss for what seems like an age; your fingers running through his hair as his hands explore your body, tracing each and every curve, groping at your breasts, hips and ass. You moan into his mouth, mimicking his actions, running your hands over his pecks and down his abs to his cock against your thigh. Bucky pants a curse as you pump him a few times, nipping along his jaw.

"Bucky," You whisper. "The shower."

"Right," he huffs. He pulls the shower door open and gestures for you to step inside first, following closely behind and pressing the on switch.

You gasp when cold water hits your back and Bucky chuckles, arms encircling your waist and moving in to latch onto your neck under the spray of now luke-warm water. Your arms attach themselves around his neck, half-hoisted as you spread your legs to allow Bucky to slot between them. You bite back a loud gasp when Bucky's hand slides between your legs, running along your slit finding your sweet bundle of nerves and drawing quick, tight circles.

"Bucky," you whimper into his neck, your your breathing hitching and hitching like the tightness in your core; rushing upward so fast you feel lightheaded.

"Cum for me doll, be a good girl and cum for me," Bucky sucks at your neck, groping at your tits with his free hand. You lean your head against the shower wall as you feel pussy clenches around nothing. Your fingers grip at Bucky's wet hair, gasping his name as you hang at the precipice of your orgasm. Without warning, Bucky plunges two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them inside you. Your orgasm crashes over you and you cum over his fingers with a wracked half sob.

Bucky's fingers are withdrawn as quickly as they're inserted, leaving you hollow and looking at Bucky pleadingly. He grins at you pecking your lips with a hasty kiss.

"'M sorry, doll. I promise to take my time next time but I need you so bad."

He lifts you with ease, pushing your back against the cool wall, wrapping his arms under your thighs and spreading them open. Wisps of steam rise from behind him as your eyes lock, his cock brushing against your slick folds only once before he slowly lowers you down onto him.

"Oh - oh - oh!" You moan as he breaches inch by inch, each time your walls contract around him, adjusting to his size. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your thighs shake with pleasure and you're utterly at his mercy as he starts to fuck up into you.

"That's it, baby." Bucky praises, littering your face with kisses. "You feel amazing on my cock."

You moan his name and kiss his lips hungrily, pulling yourself closer to him as he brings you to ruin again. Your pussy's grip is like a vice, milking him as you press yourself flush against him glassy eyes meeting his and Bucky can't take it any longer.

Bucky pants curses rutting into you before pulling out entirely and cumming over your stomach and thighs with a short groan. His cock continues to twitch, his cum slowly being washed away by the water save for the white, thick line that connects to your thigh. Bucky slowly lowers you to your feet and you lean against him for support, relaxing in the post-orgasm bliss and the heat of the water.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid on you," he confesses, tilting your head up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

"So have I," You admit with a soft chuckle. "Kinda wish we could have done that instead of you making me do squats."

"But you're ass looked good." Bucky teases, chuckling when you glare at him.

"So you were checking me out!" You smack at his bicep playfully and that earns you one of his boyish smiles.

"So? Besides, more importantly," His hands grasp your hips tightly, forcing you to be still. "Today's a cheat day and I wanna take you out."

"Take me out? At 11pm? What's even open?" You smile up at him and he only shrugs.

"Okay, fine, twist my arm. Breakfast it is." He kisses you again, this time lingering a moment before smirking deviously at you. "But first let's get you cleaned up."

[moonlight-records]

BTS shopping| FC43 (HAC #8)

pairing: franco colapinto x reader

summary: a glimpse into what shopping is like with you and franco

warning: fluff!

fc: none!

a/n: f1 seating changed. day 8 of moonlight records holiday advent calendar! another sm au!

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | current day | day 9

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francolapinto prettiest view of 2024 😊

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ynvibes oh stoooop it babe (keep going)

↳ francolapinto thanksfully, i won't stop ↳ ynvibes good 😊 ↳ ynbestie excuse meeeee ↳ francolapinto and my favorite chaos buddy appears! ↳ ynbestie damn RIGHT

user1 NEW FRANCO SIMP POST JUST DROPPED!!

user2 me too franco, me too ↳ ynvibes liked this comment

landonorris and no invite?

↳ francolapinto you're alive!!! ↳ ynvibes we tried but you were hungover, but we can bring something back for you!! ↳ landonorris my savior!!! ↳ ynbestie can you bring y/n home so we can go shopping? please?? i miss my wife 😫 ↳ francolapinto how about i bring y/n home and i take both you out to shopping? ↳ ynbestie I KNEW YOU WERE MY FAVORITE FOR SOME REASON!!! 😍

user3 WE NEED A SHOPPING HAUL STAT

↳ ynvibes ask and you shall receive! ↳ user3 LETS GOOOOOO!!!!

user4 I NEED THAT RED BAG!!!!

user5 this haul bout to hit, i just know it!!!

ynvibes maybe i can help get your secret santa gift

↳ francolapinto PLEASE

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ynvibes got the secret santa gift and then went back for movies & legos

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user6 oh to shop and then watch movies and build legos after

maxverstappen1 what lego set is he building?

↳ ynvibes no clue but it was on sale. so were the flower sets since I know P wants to build legos!! ↳ maxverstappen1 i knew there was a reason you're my favorite wag ↳ user9 HELLO? ↳ ynvibes awww max!!! ↳ maxverstappen1 don't get use to it

user7 I love Up!!!!

user8 god bless y/n for expanding franco's fashion design. doing the lords work 😫

landonorris whatcha got there? 👀

↳ francolapinto a surprise ↳ landonorris boooooo

user9 it's either for franco or secret santa and either way someone's winning

user10 im excited for them shopping for each other

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francolapinto when we together, it's only one brain cell between all of us

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user11 who's in the first one???

↳ user9 i think that's ynbestie

user12 these are the vibes we need this holiday season

ynvibes REUNITED AT LAST!!!

↳ ynbestie I KNOW THATS RIGHT!!!

user13 oh to witness them shopping

alex_albon the paddock's favorite three musketeers!!

↳ francolapinto thank you amigo!! ↳ ynbestie damn straight!!!

user14 OMG I WALKED BY FRANCO IN THE PILLOWS AND THOUGHT IT WAS SOME RANDOM GUY 😭

↳ user15 OMG!!! ↳ user14 I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE I WAS JUDGING SO HARD

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ynvibes this and yapping ❤️ (thank you franco for giving us your card while you took a phone call you forgot about)

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user16 THIS HAUL BOUT TO SLAP!!!

user17 this is what girlhood is all about

ynbestie OH THANK YOU DEAR FRANCO!! I SHALL BAKE ALL THE BOOZY BROWNIES YOUR HEART DESIRES!!! 🩵 ↳ francolapinto I WIN!! ↳ landonorris I WANT BOOZY BROWNIES???!!!! SHARE PLEASE!!!???? ↳ francolapinto of course i will! ↳ landonorris LETS GOOOOOO ↳ ynvibes smh not you trying to court with the boozy brownies, i am right here ↳ francolapinto my love, i have two hands. one for you and one for lando. like you and your bestie and i ↳ ynvibes this is true. i call one corner piece and i'll accept this arrangement ↳ francolapinto deal!

user18 soooooo book haul when???

↳ ynvibes soon 🤭 ↳ user18 YESSSSS

user19 need a man like this

user20 where's the coffee?!

↳ ynvibes we finished them before we took photos!!! ↳ user20 valid!

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francolapinto post shopping lunch and celebration 🥳

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user21 WHAT CELEBRATION???

user22 k-pot after shopping? oh y'all got this under lock and key

landonorris what news???

↳ francolapinto soon! ↳ landonorris sir????

user23 WE THE PEOPLE ARE NOSY FOR ANSWERS!!!

ynbestie i know you're doing to do great things 🩵

↳ francolapinto thank you amigo 🩵

user24 YNBESTIE CONGRATULATING FRANCO??? FRANCO IN F1 SEAT???

alex_albon hell yeah!!! congrats franco!!

user25 OMG OMG OMG IS FRANCO TO WILLIAMS???

ynvibes so proud of you babe 🩵

↳ francolapinto thank you mi amor ❤️

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ynvibes family presents ✅

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user26 you love playing with fire, don't you? 😂

user27 ugh target run sounds so nice right noe

charles_leclerc i thought you said you needed one thing? ↳ ynvibes target tells YOU what YOU need. ↳ charles_leclerc ...y/n wtf???

user28 any good sales going on??? love target but it's so far

↳ ynvibes a few! if you need household items and clothes def check them! ↳ user28 i will!!

user29 that fuzzy jackets look SOOOO comfy

logansargeant we love a good target run

↳ ynvibes YOU GET IT!!! ↳ logansargeant i do i do ↳ francolapinto petition for you and logan's partner to go to target while logan and i stay back and play video games ↳ logansargeant where do i sign this petition?? ↳ ynvibes petition granted

user30 time to run to target!!

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francolapinto christmas shopping officially done (ft. y/n refusing to let me to carry her bags)

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user31 y/n is a strong independent woman!!

↳ user32 independent yn 🤝 simp franco ↳ user31 god you're so right ↳ user32 wonder if franco carried the bags in ↳ ynvibes he did 😒

user33 can't wait for the wrapping video!!!

ynbestie so am i coming over to help wrap presents???

↳ ynvibes fuck YEAH ↳ francolapinto am i getting wine? ↳ ynbestie yes please!!!

user34 please tell me you guys are doing advent calendars for each other!!!!

↳ user35 PLEASE ↳ user34 begging for it

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ynvibes welcome williams newest driver & qudrants newest member 🩵

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quadrant welcome to the team, franco!!!

↳ francolapinto thank you for having me!!

user36 OMG OMG OMG!!!

user37 BEST. DAY. EVER!!!!

landonorris glad to have you apart of the team, amigo

↳ francolapinto thank you for having me!! ↳ ynvibes just make sure i get to see him ↳ max_fewtrell i will ↳ ynvibes thank yoooou

user38 YAY MORE FRANCO CONTENT!!!! AND Y/N WAG ERA!!!

user39 im crying this is great

user40 what movie y'all seeing?

↳ ynvibes wicked! ↳ user40 are you guys holding space??? ↳ ynvibes ofc!!!

[meanbossart]

so did drow do the unholy assassination ritual or did he just kill sarevok? what was his relationship like with him pre-tadpoling?

He went along into the inner sanctum of the murder tribunal and I BELIEVE he did kill the annoying little flying elephant, but I'm not sure, to be honest, but probably.

However, I then decided that the vibes were off and proceeded to attack Sarevok instead of proceeding with the ritual. This gave way to what was probably the coolest and most cinematic fight of the game for me!

If you trigger that fight in the sanctum (where Valeria and the blood pool is) it is a fair bit more difficult than if you were to attack earlier; Sarevok has like 20 minions who help him out and keep giving him sanctuary, and if you don't know what you're doing (which I most certainly didn't) you can get your ass handed to you very easily.

... And that is very much what happened! DU drow was downed, Shadowheart was buffing like her life depended on it, and Gale was doing something vaguely important, I'm sure. Point is that it was a desperate situation. I then for the first time used Astarion's Danse Macabre spell that he got from the Necromancy of Thay, and summoned six individually controllable ghouls which proceeded to gang up on Sarevok and shred him to pieces, distracting him and giving Astarion the chance to pick DU drow's ass up and finish the fight. This was cool as hell. And frankly it was a scene as formative for the characters as any cutscene or dialogue to me, if not more so.

(The ghouls were severely nerfed at some point shortly after the release of the game, alas. Which I lament, because Astarion coming to that type of power after turning Ascension down - one much less glamorous or impressive but cool nonetheless - felt incredibly poetic to me.)

Prior to suffering from amnesia, DU drow and Sarevok's relationship was... Interesting. They kind of held each other at arms length while also being vaguely buddy-buddy with one another, they disagreed on many things regarding how the church should be ran, but ultimately came together in the pursuit of one goal - making a pair out of DU drow and Orin. DU drow, as we know, was just in love with her, and towards the end of his Bhaalist career he would have accepted reciprocation even if it had to happen under the pressure and influence of the Bhaalist cult. Sarevok, on the other hand, just wanted them to breed and produce more powerful bhaalspawn, and had no investment in either of their feelings.

DU drow went from finding Sarevok's methods reprehensible to completely turning a blind eye to them. He recognized that Sarevok only wanted babies out of the arrangement and very much treated Orin unfavorably for being the difficult party. Believe it or not, there was a point where DU drow put her wishes first and his personal feelings second.

Then, as the years went on and so did the isolation and brain-washing, DU drow grew desperate enough to not only allow, but encourage Sarevok to put the pressure on Orin to give into his wishes, even if it never worked.

I also believe DU drow modeled himself off of Sarevok a lot. He was kind of an uncle-like figure to him that he both mocked for his antiquate beliefs WRT to running the cult, but also aspired to replace and to eventually instill the same fear as he once did.

[lemotmo]

I need to lie down and hyperventilate in private

Q. Help! That episode feels too good to be true. Did we actually just see all of that play out? The interviews scared me though because I don't know why any of them chose to talk like they did after everything we just watched. I just want some reassurance. I'm dying.

A. Okay I have a very big meeting today that I have to concentrate on which is wildly unfair because my brain is full of Buddie and I'm afraid I'm going to say it out loud accidentally at some point during the meeting. But because of that meeting I don't have the time today to answer everything in my box so I'm going to cover it all here. Here goes nothing.

I don't want to hear about the interviews. They're mostly irrelevant for now. Neither Oliver or Ryan said anything they wouldn't normally say when answering a question they can't fully honestly answer right now. And as for Tim, Tim likes to hear himself talk. And Tim also very much enjoys the game where he uses the episode post mortems to play with the audience. He likes to make people crazy. He likes to watch the spiral. That's it. This is fun for him. The GA is not reading these articles. He knows who he's speaking too. Giving you assurance means spoiling the story. He's not going to do that. Stop taking every word he says as literal. In the same breath he said he didn't want to lead people into thinking they're doing something they are not doing, he also said he was going to let the episodes speak for themselves. This episode spoke LOUDLY. This episode was basically shouting in our faces (shout-out to the prominently displayed artwork of the guy with the megaphone hanging on Eddie's wall). How loud was this episode? Let's take a look. Take the opening scene and the last scene for instance. The first scene shows Buck and Eddie on the same side of a wall, a glass wall, literally meaning you can see through it. When they start talking about Eddie moving away he physically moves himself to the other side of the wall, directly opposite of Buck. Visually showing a division of the pair, so their differing ways of dealing with their impending bigger separation. At the end of the scene though Buck opens the door to meet Eddie on his side of the wall. Signaling Buck's reluctant willingness to try and do this Eddie s way, but I'll come back to that. At the end of the episode we see the two of them again separated by another wall. However we cannot see through this wall. This wall indicates a separation of the two that will remove them from one another's line of sight, Buck in L.A. and Eddie in Texas. The wall has artwork from Buck's loft, including the pic of the guy with the megaphone, and Buck asks Eddie how he feels about tearing down the wall. The wall represents everything that stands in their way. Texas and everything Eddie has to do there before he can be ready. And this episode proved Buck is not there yet either. Buck needs to work on himself as well. They can't be together until they figure out how to remove their walls. They don't have to be healed, but they have to acknowledge the walls they've each created for themselves. If the episode only had those two scenes it would have been insane enough. But not only did we get those two scenes, we got everything that came in between.

Buck had genuine intentions when he offered to help Eddie show his house, but Buck doesn't want him to leave so he inadvertently, maybe slightly intentionally, sabotaged every single showing. This scene was heaven. This was straight out of a fanfic. They looked like husbands. They acted like husbands. BUCK WAS HOLDING A BASKETBALL WHILE ACTIVELY SABATOGING ONE OF THEM. Having Eddie say to one of them that the only things that matter are in Texas and having Buck overhear that was an amazing choice because it plays into Buck's biggest fear and the part of himself he desperately needs to confront and deal with. Using an actual dog to represent Buck's abandonment issues was genius. The dog was clearly Buck. When the family came to claim the dog Buck's conversation with the dog was for Eddie. He was talking to Eddie, but it was easier to hide behind the dog. Eddie not babying Buck is also huge. I don't know why people want him to make Buck a baby. But Eddie didn't owe him an apology in this episode. Buck was out of line repeatedly. And it's important in their dynamic that Eddie continues to call him out when he gets like that. Because he does listen to Eddie above anyone else. Buck broke my head in this episode but so did Eddie. They're both hurting and trying to deal with it in different ways.

The dialogue choices were jaw dropping. 'I'm sorry I outed you in front of cap and everyone'. That line being canon is bonkers. Because that wasn't nearly the easiest or cleanest way for Buck to say he was sorry. The obvious line would be I'm sorry I told everyone before you were ready. They actively made it more of an awkward line specifically to work a coming out reference into the dialogue. Eddie telling Buck if he's asking him to choose between him or his son he will lose every time was also next level insane because Buck has never, and would never ask Eddie to make that choice. But it's clearly what Eddie feels like he's having to do and right now ,for him, it's easier to make it sound like Buck is the one forcing him to choose. It's a coping mechanism. And not something Eddie is ready to unpack or examine yet. Then there's the fake name Buck gave himself: Freddie Fakeman. It's very on the nose but Freddie = Eddie and Fakeman = Eddie not being who he's supposed to be.

Buck gave up his loft. Just walked away. Because he loves Eddie in a way he doesn't fully understand or realize yet, but it's coming. Buck is close. And he wanted to ease the burden for his person. Eddie has never been loved like that. And right now he doesn't believe he's deserving of love like that. And probably doesn't understand why someone would love him like that. But his face at the end when he realized he doesn't have to ask for it. Buck will just always be there to help in any way he can. He just sometimes takes the more difficult route. That episode was stunning in every way. The Abby parallels are giving me life. Abby left and Buck moved in to wait for her to come home. Eddie is leaving and Buck is moving in fully believing that Eddie is not coming home. This is all intentional and done with purpose. There's no way to put the lid back on this box, anon. There is only one way out and that is getting Eddie out and them together. Things are going to happen between now and then obviously because neither one of them is ready yet but they've started both of them on the journey towards one another and it's not going to take long. This episode was LOUD.

Thank you Nonny!

I feel like I've been talking about this episode all day long now, adding new interesting tidbits to my observations and to my initial episode reaction.

All of the topics Ali touched upon here are so true. I agree with all of this. This is definitely the true point of no return for Buddie. The arc has been set in motion. No stopping them now! 😏

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[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 27

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1214

Masterlist

There’s never been this uncomfortable a silence between us before.

We're walking back to the AirBnB, and everything about your body language is making it clear you don't want to talk. Your hands are in your pockets, out of my reach, and your head is down so that I can't see your face. You are hunched, purposefully, in a way that screams: do not talk to me!

When we get back, you slip out of my grasp when I try to touch you. You hang up your coat and stuff your beanie in the pocket and then turn to me.

You back up when I reach out again.

“Don't.”

“(Y/n)...”

“I just– Joe…” You say, and close your eyes. “I can't. Not tonight. I–”

“Okay,” I say. “Okay.”

I'm about to offer that we watch a movie - and I'm anticipating an extremely fun night sitting on opposite ends of the couch - when the doorbell rings.

You jump. We are right at the front door, and the sound is loud.

I open the door.

I don't recognize the people standing on the steps as cops, at first. They are dressed in full blue outfits with a bright, neon yellow stripe across their upper arms and chests. For some reason, my brain provides the word 'crossing guard' even though these people look nothing like crossing guards, either.

One of them is a woman, the other a man, and the man greets me in Dutch, using a word I can't understand.

You butt in, gesturing at me. I hear the word I know means ‘English’ and the people nod, then greet us again.

“So sorry to disturb you both,” the woman says, and then adds something to you in Dutch. I hear your last name.

You nod.

She says something else.

You nod again.

“They’re with the police,” you tell me. “They want to talk to us… separately.”

“I see,” I say. “Well, no problem, right?”

The woman goes into the bedroom with you, and the man shakes my hand and tells me: “I'm Tim, but you can call me officer friendly.”

I chuckle.

“Um, okay.”

“Sorry, I've just always wanted to make that joke,” Tim says. “Tim will be fine.”

His English is good, but not good like yours. He has a definite accent. Also, he's taller than me, and he knows it.

“So what did you need, officer?” I ask.

“Just Tim. Anyway, first things first: are you aware that an acquaintance of Miss (Y/l/n), Mitch Wegganger, is dead?”

“Yes,” I say. “I also know he wasn't exactly an acquaintance.”

“Well, no,” Tim agrees. “According to his family, mister Wegganger-” He says ‘Wegganger’ in a way I would never be able to pronounce it “-was rather taken with miss (Y/l/n).”

“He was stalking her,” I say.

“Alright,” Tim says. “I don't know anything about that. I just know she was the last person he talked to.”

“As far as I know, that was a completely one-sided conversation,” I say.

I can't be too hostile, but this guy is just not taking my words seriously at all. I can just tell from his smug grin that he's going to tell his buddies about this later.

“Yes, well,” Tim says, self-importantly. “Can you tell me where your girlfriend– Is she your girlfriend?” I nod. “Can you tell me where she was between eight and twelve o'clock last night?”

“Here,” I say.

“Right. And you were also here?”

“Well, I did take a walk,” I say. “This was around… nine pm, I'd say?”

“How long were you gone?”

“An hour,” I say, which is stupid. I was gone for over two hours, and you are going to tell the other officer I was gone for more than two hours. “Maybe an hour and a half. I didn't pay attention to the time.”

“Where did you go?”

“I was just taking a look around the neighborhood.”

Tim nods. He's not writing any of this down. That's good, right? That means he doesn't actually think either of us did anything.

I hope.

“And you're sure miss (Y/l/n) was here that entire time?”

“Well, she had just taken a shower when I left,” I say. “And gotten in pyjamas. And she was still wearing those when I got back.”

“Okay,” Tim says. “What was she doing when you got back?”

“Reading a book.”

“Which book?”

“The priory of the orange tree.”

“Had she gotten a lot further along since you'd left?”

“She wasn't reading when I left.”

“But had she?”

Before I can answer, the bedroom door opens. You and the other officer step out and the two officers speak to each other for a moment, heatedly. At some point, Tim begins to frown. He turns to me.

“I'm confused,” he says. “You say you went for a walk, but your girlfriend here says you didn't leave the house all night.”

I don't know what to say to that. I look at you.

You're lying for me. But why? As far as you know, there's no reason to lie.

I widen my eyes.

“Oh, that's right,” I say. “I'm so sorry, officer–”

“Just Tim.”

“Tim,” I say, and look at him. “I think I've got a case of vacation brain. The days are all blurring into each other. I didn't go for a walk last night, that was the night before.”

“Is this true?” Tim asks, turning to you.

“Yes,” you say.

You are too good a liar.

“And how long was he gone for?” Tim asks, casually.

“I don't know,” you say. “I wasn't paying attention. I was reading, so.”

Tim nods.

“Well, we're sorry to take up so much of your time,” the woman says, half-glaring at Tim in a way that makes me think she's far more on your side than he is. “Really, we wouldn't have come by so late, but we had a hard time tracking you down today.” She directs this at you. “And we didn't want to risk missing you tomorrow. What with you being on vacation and all, I can imagine you're out a lot during the day.”

You nod slowly.

“Anyway,” the woman says, familiarly. “Call if you think of anything.”

“Uh huh.”

With that, the officers leave. You close the door behind them, then lock it. Then, you close the curtains.

You won't look at me.

“(Y/n),” I say.

No response.

“(Y/n).”

You turn to me. Finally, you meet my eyes. You're challenging me, but I can't tell what the challenge is.

“Why did you lie for me?” I say.

“I didn't lie,” you say.

“But you did.”

“No.” You shake your head. “You didn't go for a walk last night. You were right here. That's what I'm going to say every time someone asks, because that is what happened.” You take a step closer to me, so you're in my space. “Okay?”

Your eyes are burning. You’ve never looked at me this way. You are angry but you're also scared. Why are you scared? Is it me you're scared of, or do you just think the police will want to blame one of us?

“Joe–”

“Just answer me something,” I say, holding up a hand. “Where do you think I went last night?”

You press your lips together. Then, you look away.

“You didn't go anywhere,” you say. “You were right here.”

[spicypotatoesofttaco]

I'm so embarrassed but it's fine

I REALLY don't want to post this. but it's fine. IT'S fine. It's stupid and lame, but I'm committing. While this may be a brain child of mine (honestly someone could've already made this and I have no knowledge of this) I'm not particularly attached to it, so construct as much criticism as you want. or kill me, either one works.

just a small warning, this is like. soooo not professionally written (or proofread) at all. it's just a bunch of different types of notes slapped on a page. good luck soldier.

@dreamweave01 this is for you

so the main thing i remember is that it's mainly donnie and mikey angst

OH OH i just got something BIG

so it started out with donatello being replaced by someone else for years and the other turtles had no idea. then it was him replacing himself and then it was leo instead and a few other different versions that i plot holed away. i ended up with raph, leo AND donnie being replaced by robots BY the real donnie (who had died along with the other two) for years and mikey had no idea. then i was like, hm another plot hole, robots dont bleed. and THATS where it all came together.... (evil hand mushing)

boom, bop, bam: they're from another timeline/multiverse

and then the angst started. (side note: i personally dont think i have a good handle on their characters/relationships with each other. i need to rewatch the show and watch the other ones tbh, please take this with the finest grain of salt you can find)

scene 1: mikey finds out

right now, it's just him and donatello in the lair, the other two are out or something. he overhears don talking about "day 1,100, didn't think we'd make it this far without michaelangelo finding out, etc."

"who are you? where are my brothers? what's going on?"

"get away from me. don't touch me"

"don't call me that, you don't get to call me that. not mikey, not mike, or mikester or angelo or anything, none of it!"

he's freaking out. 3 years? his brothers aren't even his brothers? initially he's flipping his shit, trying to get away from donnie(?). for all he knows they could be robots, shapeshifters, anything.

scene 2: leo finds mikey (on a rooftop)

"hey bud"

"GET AWAY FROM ME" he's got his kusari-fundō spinning, pointed at leo(?)

leo(?) raises his hands "okay! okay! it's okay dude, i'm not gonna hurt you i promise", he reaches to lift his swords out and throw them to the side.

michaelangelo, breathing so heavily, lowers his weapon yet still spinning it. he's leaning side to side, lightly pacing but never turning his back to his brother(?)

"listen, uh. buddy, just come back home and we can talk about this. we'll explain-"

"no! i'm not going anywhere with you"

"do you really think we would wait this long to do something to you if we were going to?"

that stumped him. would they play the long game? tello would. but the others wouldn't and honestly, donnie would get bored eventually anyway.. maybe he should hear them out.

scene 3: the explanation

they all sit down together and donnie explains what happened.

at first, he tells mikey the truth and leo and raph immediately berate him for not going through with their inital plan to lie so that mike doesn't flip again. buuuut then I thought it'd be angstier to go through with the inital plan 🫢

Donatello explains:

"So say," he draws two lines on a hologram, one purple, one orange. he points to the orange one, "this is your timeline and this is ours," pointing to the purple line

"In our world, you died. You weren't strong enough, too young maybe, to handle the ooze. As time went by things were normal for us, then out of nowhere a portal brought us to your timeline."

(context dump: the three completely grew up without him, mike has no memories of the portal why? idk yet...trauma response probably..)

L: "We were all confused at first but eventually we figured out that you had brought us here because your us's were gone."

R: "So we figured out the routine, the rhythm. Played the parts that you expected."

M: "So this is...my fault? I took you from your home and you, you just let it happen?!"

D: "I obviously have been trying to figure out a way back but alas, even the most genius of geniuses have trouble with multi-versal travel.

scene 4: emotional damage

(an: i know, i didn't write much here. i got a little lazy, its literally just the climax)

big crazy scene, like wild colours (lots of orange and yellow) and destruction and stuff like the movie type shi.

D: "MICHAELANGELO, MIKEY, PLEASE. please. I know you're still in there. I- I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. It was me, I lied to you, Mikey."

spell breaks (yippee)

M: "what?"

D: "You didn't pull us away from our timeline. I-" deep breath

"I pulled you from yours."

M: speechless, confused. vulnerable.

D: "You were all alone! You had nothing, no one left. I couldn't just abandon you."

"I thought it'd be perfect. We didn't have you, you didn't have us. It was the perfect puzzle!" sigh "and then we had to go and mess it all up by not telling you the truth."

[stompedchild]

my brain's been thinking about certain realmers as magical girls recently, so i'm presenting my losa+tina x pretty cure au! i was inspired to make this when i saw this art by @melmokk3 !! maybe i'll make a madoka au as well but i wanted to make something more lighthearted and silly before anything else. what pretty cure is and what the au is are explained below the cut :3

okay so to quickly summarize what pretty cure/precure is, it's a magical girl series! there's currently 22 seasons and there's usually a different cast for each one. the story normally goes: a fairy's kingdom has been attacked by evil, they find the legendary pretty cures, they defeat the monsters of the week, and in the end good wins!! my au isn't based around any season in particular but instead i'm pulling from a lot of the common tropes/general tone and from what the spinoff seasons full bloom and mirai days are doing, which is working with aged up versions of the main casts.

as for the au itself-

the au focuses on ros, tina, sneeg, and clown. they're all adults in our modern world, living in a city... somewhere. they've got jobs, they're trying to make rent, and despite everything life could be worse! on one fateful day, coworkers ros and tina are window shopping when they encounter foolish! i don't have a solid vision for his design but i'm thinking he'd be like candy and pop from smile precure/glitter force. he's the fairy and therefore helper to the cures. he gives the two the rundown of how he got into this mess: he was the grand ruler of the kingdom of fools, until the malicious badgers attacked and destroyed the kingdom for the sake of causing chaos. now he's on the hunt for the legendary pretty cure warriors to save his kingdom, and their world, from destruction. shortly after they'd get attacked by pangi, and ros would become the first cure out of 4

after ros becomes a cure, she'd deal with a couple of fights with pangi with the occasional bbh sighting! she and tina would then be introduced to clown, who would become the second cure and the then strongest of the bunch. clown becoming a cure would also coincide with mocha/pili being introduced as a villain. sneeg would hear about all of the monsters running amok in the city his buddy ros lives in, so on the day he goes to check-in on her, the first attack orchestrated by the triple threat happens, and sneeg would become the third cure. if/when tina becomes a cure at all it would be much later down the line, probably closer to whatever explanation i can give the war in this au. in the meantime though, i have agendas to push so qpr losa and rostina yuri would be happening and are the relationship endgames.

i don't have solid designs in my head as of yet, but i've got a theme and some general color schemes/ideas. i'm still working on just picturing some stuff such as what they're using to transform/use their finishing attacks, as well as just fleshing out what happens between/during everyone becoming magical girls. seeing as the cures are fighting for the sake of the kingdom of fools though, why not theme them around a circus and circus positions?

ros would be Cure Ringleader, the head of the team, quickest of the bunch, and a purple cure. clown would be either Cure Jester or Cure Clown, he'd be a red cure, the best skill-wise, and he'd have a fire-based finisher. i'm still conflicted on sneeg's cure name but for now he's Cure Trapeze. he's a blue cure who can fly, and has a lightning finisher. lastly there's tina who's Cure Magician. she's a pink cure and the strongest magic-wise. i dont have the best vision of her finisher but i think somehow it'd involve a magician's hat. the losa would have a trio attack as well as duo attacks for each pairing. tina and ros would have a duo attack, and the 4 combined would have some crazy finisher that i'd imagine would put whatever they're fighting through a circus or something (thinking about the you&idol finishers as inspiration for the 4 cure attack, where whatever they're fighting literally gets teleported to a circus).

that's most of my put-together thoughts on this au for now. not sure if i will ever post any art but i might post more words abt this later. i'm still working on it and i'll probably also wind up with that madoka au at some point :3

[brittle-doughie]

2nd time I've sent this ask, sorry if I seem impatient!

Hello CCCC Anon back again! So I saw this post: https://www.tumblr.com/brittle-doughie/763338303932137472/would-the-beasts-be-pissed-off-if-one-of-them-hurt

So now I just got a little what if scenario that this is how Y/n splits into 3, considering one of the severe injuries listed on the ask being their head split open.

So Y/n's head is split open (they're suprisingly not dead), which causes brain damage and trauma to their mental health.

Y/n's left alone (sort of) after being healed by Mystic flour, then the next day their sides are there, the only difference is that Y/n is still there physically, so they're basically coexisting with their different sides.

Because their different sides are seperated from their consciousness and have brain damage *cough*burning spice*cough* they're just not mentally there at all, like their stare makes them look like they want to kill something but no their consciousness is gone.

Other than eating, drinking, sleeping and only being able to move a few steps before needing to rest they don't do anything at all other than to exist.

Their different sides take care of them most of the time due to the fact that if Y/n dies they die too, and they prefer living a longer life than have Y/n to just die, and they don't really trust the beasts to take care of Y/n at all.

The emotional side stays to the side of y/n with their hand holding either Y/n's hand or a piece of their clothing to make sure that they aren't going anywhere that could pose as a danger to them.

The instinctual side Keeps an eye on them and the emotional side and is responsible of moving Y/n to and from their bedroom to the kitchen to get them food and water.

Lastly the logical side is responsible with cooking and preparing meals and does daily check ups and analysis on their injury and health.

It takes a very long time but the sides finally get along and Y/n's health is atleast decent enough where they can speak, process their surroundings, and be able to walk longer distances.

They now just live with eachother in the house and Y/n now has a scar in the middle of their head from their injury.

How would the beasts react to this scenario happening?

I now bid you all farewell!

Sincerely- CCCC Anon

Burning Spice felt particularly responsible for this to occur with Y/N Cookie, so he’d do his best to ensure it didn’t get worse.

Mystic Flour felt like it was all on her to help Y/N Cookie with their predicament, not sure if the three personality thing is normal from these types of injuries or not

Eternal Sugar is just upset that this has occurred to the cookie they were meant to catch, not harm.

Shadow Milk would do his best to use what tricks he has to keep you and the buddies in your head entertained to help lighten the mood.

Silent Salt is plotting to kill Burning Spice for not following the assignment

[galaxy-fleur]

I wanted to ask if you have any headcanons and ideas on how it would be like being roommates/friends with Leon?

Any version is fine and if you're okay with it, you can do both becuz i feel like they're a bit different. I'll leave the details to you.

Oh my god they were roommates...

Couldn't help myself, sorry! I take it you wanna talk about a combination of those? I definitely think that would be a very interesting dynamic to consider... It's one thing to be friends with someone, and it's completely another to share a home with them, even if you try to keep things as separate as possible from one another.

I don't think any version of Leon would be a troublesome roommate to live with, to be honest. But I'll be going over his og version here! Even at his worst (say, Vendetta Leon), he's not the type to make his issues someone else's problem, unless you directly go and try to get him back on his feet. And even then, it'll be mostly some hushed grumbling and annoyed stubbornness on his part. The most you'll have to deal with, is him being a very chatty drunk that keeps on venting to you with increasingly concerning info the longer he goes on. He'll feel terrible about it in the morning, and you'll wake up to your favorite breakfast as a wordless apology from him. Even if you tell him that it's alright.

He'd also keeps things pretty clean. Well... your shared things, anyway. His room may look a complete mess depending on his state of mind. I'm talking trash piling up on the nightstands, wrinkled clothes littering the floor and bedsheets not being changed in weeks. It's depressing to be in, if you were to take a peek in there while he's away. And it's hard to feel better when your safe space is in such a poor state. It would definitely do him some good to have someone who could take care of that for him, especially if you're also friends with him. Do be ready for him to get a bit choked up once he gets there, though. He's not used to being taken care of like this. But hey, everyone needs some help every once in a while, even if it's something relatively small like cleaning up their room for them.

It's nice to have that, even if he feels kind of bad for making you take care of him like this.

Even aside from all that, simply having someone there to share a living space with him would do him a lot of good, even if it comes with its drawbacks, like you two bickering over chores and laundry sometimes. Leon is someone who is fundamentally lonely. Even the bad parts of coliving would spruce up his day-to-day routine and help keep his mind off things. It's nice to have a home that actually feels lived in, that doesn't feel empty to come back to. If it weren't for you, his apartment would be pretty damn bare and undecorated. But having some plants placed here and there, or small knickknacks, or even your clothes and belongings littering the rooms, would genuinely help him feel more at home, instead of just treating his apartment as a place to sleep and eat in.

As I went over here, I personally view him as a morning bird. So, depending on your own sleep schedule, you might see him shuffling up and about as early as at five am or so. He'll either work out at home or at the gym based on that. He's the type to be pretty mindful of that sort of thing (unless you two are purposefully trying to annoy each other for whatever reason as friends sometimes do lol). If you are a fellow morning bird, you could share a morning run! It's a good way for you two to catch up and simultaneously get your brains working. Plus, he's genuinely a pretty great workout buddy to have.

Leon is... naturally a people's person when he's in a good mental space. If you're someone who's more on the introverted side, who prefers to have their alone time, it might be a tad difficult to find the ideal balance with him. He's the type to constantly invite you out to bars or diners, suggest new movies for you two to check out, or just ask you about your day. He means well, he loves his friends! But it can get a bit draining at times. Especially so if you're not a morning person and are grouchy for a while after you wake up, while he's fully awake and energized. You might need to establish some boundaries with him, like letting you do your thing in the kitchen without chatting you up, or leaving some days for you to recharge on your own. It would take some trial and error for you two, but it'll eventually work out. Even if he still messes up sometimes.

But hey, otherwise, it's great to relax back on the couch and pop open a cold one with him after a long day at work. He's also naturally physically affectionate, even if you two are just friends, so I totally see him resting a comfortable arm around your shoulders as you enjoy some new movie and share a few good laughs.

When it comes to chores, he can be a bit forgetful. He wouldn't purposefully dump all the responsibilities on you, but there would be times when you'll have to sigh and text him about the groceries he forgot to buy again. Or him not putting away his cup out of the sink. Or his jacket staying on your couch for a week straight. As I said, he does try to keep your shared things neat and tiny, but it can be a bit difficult for him when he's in his head about something. And that... happens a lot.

And while he does get taken care of on his health, it would still be nice to have someone who could help him treat his back at home, or assist him around the house when he gets his arm or leg stuck in a cast for a while. It doesn't feel nearly as miserable when he doesn't have to huff and puff on his own about it, even if it's pretty upsetting to see him all beat up after an especially rough assignment. At least you can doodle something silly on his cast. That'll pull a hearty chuckle out of him.

Also, this man has a haircare shelf that is scarily impressive in size and cost. And he does need a whole separate shelf for it. At least him taking care of his hair is a telltale sign of him being in a good mental space, so you don't complain much about it. Well. Aside from him taking up over an an hour in the bathroom on his haircare day. That one sucks.

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hi pookie butt!!! it’s been a minute since i’ve picked ur brain 😛 who in invincible do u think gives their s/o’s and/or friends nicknames or pet names? who’s against them? what would they be if they do like giving them?

this question came to me after realizing how much i tend to dislike reader shortening characters’ names in fics because irl i am not a nickname person at all 😭 unless u were introduced to me with that nickname, its gonna be ur government i fear… i do fw pet names tho i be calling my friends babe and love and pookie bc those r my babies - 🦋

Nolan.

Listen. EVERYONE is "buddy", "champ", "sport", "kiddo". Because he's just so warm. He's the neighbour you greet in the morning. He's calling Debbie "honey" or "beautiful". And "sexy" or "hot stuff" if he wants to make Mark nauseous.

William and Debbie use nicknames like, the second most. "Sweetie", "honey". Debbie tosses in a "baby" here and there too. I can see it because they're very warm. And William just loves "babe". Only reason he doesn't use it, is because his main friend is a heterosexual man.

Third is Rex. But they are not nicknames you should ever be called in public. I'm talking "dickhead" and "skidmark". You'd be embarassed to know him and if he calls you something in public, and you don't look, best believe, it WILL get worse.

Mark wouldn't really use nicknames unless it's either to piss the recipient off, or if he's like, in love. If it's to piss someone off, it's "Willy" and "Rexxy" and "Cecil Weecil" or some shit that makes you wanna punch him in the throat.

If it's his partner, he's going DELICATE. "My baby", "pretty girl", "baby", "cutie". He'll call you the weirdest shit, but it just sounds good cause he's got that dorky laugh with it.

I think they're all kinda government name. Only busting out the petnames when the moment calls for it.

But who's against it? Definitely Cecil, Immortal, Kate cause she hates fun and happiness and the smiles of children.

Conquest wouldn't use them but he'd LOVEEEE to be called them. Hit him with the "big boy", man is giggling and kicking his feet. Thragg? Death sentence. Instantly.

BUT if he's soft for you, you might get away with being called "pet". And he'll say some shit like, "You don't have to call me Grand Regent Thragg." And his lip would curl just a bit, a huff would leave him and he'd tip his chin. And add, "Call me Grand Regent."

It's a little hard to describe who would be for it and who wouldn't.

But like, I got the main-ish ones down.

Ooh, and Rae. Definitely loves nicknames. For her partner, it'd be the classic "babe" or "honey" but she'd love being called "four-eyes". Cause then she can insult you back and being able to have shitty nicknames shows comfort. But she'd also like being called, "love". Like, all softly.

Like, if she's calling you to show you something but you're busy, and you just hum like, a "mhm?" And you look at her and she's like, melting on the inside because you look tired but your eyes are so soft and you're looking at her like she's your whole world and.

Ehehehehehehe.