#I can’t throw stones from my glass house tho

[obstinaterixatrix]

when we left my friend found a banana on the ground at the parking lot in front of the roller rink, like an unpeeled banana lying on the road, and was like ‘woah! this banana looks pristine!’ and ate it

[mars-ipan]

it’s funny. bman is one of those things that takes up a lot of brain space but i don’t have enough connected thoughts to make any new points or say anything abt it

[katsuflossy]

BeatBox/Junebugg Challenge

Pairings: Shouto Todoroki x reader, Kastuki Bakugou x reader, Izuku Midoriya x reader, Eijirou Kirishima x reader, Hanta Sero x reader, Denki Kaminari x reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, Tenya Iida x reader.

TW: just the regular obscenities

A/n: IK y’all may not know this trend but it’s funny af so this is the beatbox/junebugg challenge (sound by SpotemGottem) and yeah I hope y’all like my lil hc of the s/o doing it with the boys 💖💖

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🧊 He has the most aesthetically pleasing tiktok

🧊 There’s slime videos, drawing videos with lofi music in the back, your basic encouraging quotes

🧊 Who needs therapy when you got Shouto’s fyp? /j

🧊 He may be a lil...offbeat in your dance videos but he still tries. Thankfully this was an easy one to learn.

🧊 He out here thinking he got it until you buck at him.

🧊 You think he finna take that shit? He’s gonna buck TF back, on reflex, and scare the fuck out of you.

🧊 Immediately goes into protective boyfriend mode after seeing you flinch hard. You should expect a tight hug; he’s rubbing your back while the whole clip rolling.

🧊 “Love, I’m sorry but why did you move to hit me? I didn’t mean to scare you I’m sorry.”

🧊 “Baby, It’s okay that was the challenge.”

🧊 “Yes, but you looked so scared and it was my fault,” he wraps his arms tighter around you so you’re snuggled safely into his chest.

🧊 Post it with captions of what he said during the video and see all the comments talm bout “⚠️‼️WARNING‼️HAPPY COUPLE⚠️”

💥 It’s known Bakugou knows no fucking challenge on that app.

💥 Except for that buss it challenge. He’s keeping tabs on yo ass.

💥 His fyp is comprised of prisontok (thank mtha for this), mortalkombat edits, and recommendations for shoujo mangas DC comics.

💥 He already knows the drill, you teach him the dance, he does it with no care, you post it.

💥 This one is fairly easy… until you attempt to press him

💥 He runs up on you, chest puffed up, arms tense and hanging straight. That intimidation stance.

💥 “What you tryna do? We can tussle right now wassup.” Now you gotta deal with him pressing you as you finish the dance.

💥 When he realizes you’re laughing, he just sucks his teeth before lightly pushing you.

💥 “Why am I even dating you?”

💥 The biggest tsundere simp on the earth.

💥 He loves you so much but you always test him.

🥦 Umm All Might edits runs his fyp.

🥦 The occasional analytic reports on recent and past villain attacks are there too.

🥦 Only gets a smidge of alt tiktok so it ain’t that boring.

🥦 Doesn’t know the dance either but he’ll do it just for you <3

🥦 Never expects you to fucking buck at him tho.

🥦 Mans flinch mad hard omg.

🥦 He removes his hands from his face when he hears you laugh and continue the dance.

🥦 Now he stopped, looking at you with the saddest puppy eyes.

🥦 “Why did you flinch at me baby?” He’s just standing in the frame all pouty and shit.

🥦 “Prince(ss), please don’t do that again. You honestly scared me.” He walks off in the middle of the video, his fluffy duck house slippers squeaking with every step.

🥦 Go say you’re sorry right now 🧍🏽‍♀️

⛑ Crimson Riot edits duhh

⛑ But it’s a mixture of Bakugou’s and Todoroki’s with a sprinkle of popular dances down his stream.

⛑ Has Ski Mask edits as well

⛑ Still, he doesn’t know the dance at all

⛑ Baby boy is so sweet cause the second you buck at him...he just plants one straight on your lips thinking you went in for a kiss.

⛑ Shocked, bamboozled, frozen, he really kissed you as you tried to buck him?

⛑ Mans continued the dance like you’re not wide-mouthed behind him.

⛑ “Bro, I know you did not just kiss me when I tried to buck you.” The whole badman vibes just dissipate from the air, he smiling at you like it was cool.

⛑ “Babe,” he whined. “I thought you just wanted a smooch.”

⛑ Seeing you mad, he just grabs you up and launches more kisses on your face.

⛑ You tried to look hard for the video only for him to soften you up quickly.

⛑ At least you got cuddles after.

🩹 His tiktok is filled with funny ass videos

🩹 They always come up on his fyp before going famous. Hence why his comments be having 30k likes (they funny as well)

🩹 Has the best cooking tutorials in his favorites that he makes to impress you.

🩹 Already knows the dance so you don’t need to teach him.

🩹 Y’all both tried to press each other with giant smiles on your faces before starting a round of play fighting.

🩹 “Can’t fuck with you no mo.” He turns to you before continuing the dance.

🩹 Alternating lyrics and shii...being the baddest couple to step in the game.

🩹 He wraps his arms around you before throwing peace signs to the camera at the end.

🩹 The coolest boyfriend award goes to this king.

⚡️ How...how is he in every part of tiktok

⚡️ Straightok, alt tiktok, beantok, frogtok. You describe to him the video and he either knows it or he can find it in seconds.

⚡️ If Pandora’s Box opened and escaped into somebody’s account, it would most likely be Denki’s.

⚡️ He did the challenge with Bakugou before but it ended in flames...but he won’t decline to do it wit you

⚡️ Why y’all buck each other and ended up hitting your foreheads?

⚡️ Spent the rest of the video rubbing your forehead while Denki laughing.

⚡️ “Why tf your shit so hard? Built like damn cement” you glared at him as he laughed even harder.

⚡️ “I shock my own brain everyday. I think my skull hardened as a result”

⚡️ The next day, you’re seen walking around with your forehead on swole.

⚡️ On the bright side, you get forehead kisses every 5 minutes.

🔮 There ain’t no Eraserhead edits so he makes them himself.

🔮 All his fyp got some led light show going on. Every. Fucking. Video.

🔮 But they’re all good vibes, great music, and nice ass comment section

🔮 Occasional gaming videos come up because he follows some twitch streamers on there

🔮 Doesn’t know the beatbox/junebugg challenge. You woke him out of bed to do it.

🔮 You’re vibing in the video before you buck at him.

🔮 He didn’t budge. He stopped doing the dance altogether to stand up and just glare you down.

🔮 He out here in his cow print moo moo pants and you do this shit to him?

🔮 Now you’re nervous, flickering your eyes to him as you continued the video dancing.

🔮 The minute the sound ends he stalks off back to bed. Using all the sheets to cover him.

🔮 Have fun sleeping in the cold. Just kidding, he can’t sleep without cuddling you but just remember he is mad.

👓 ...you think he knows tiktok?

👓 Thought it was slang for the actual clock app.

👓 Got it to see what the hype was about but doesn’t even bother to make an actual account.

👓 It’s really just the generic shit on there.

👓 So he’s excited to do a dance with you even though he only knows the tinman.

👓 Umm...failed to do the actual dance. It gives 60-year-old white man on a tropical cruise.

👓 And then you buck at him.

👓 All movements stop. He justs staring at you, his glasses hiding his actual eyes.

👓 The air around you feels real cold. Your premonition telling you to electric slide out of the room but nah, you continue to dance. The man, who tried to commit murder at the age of 16, just staring at you stoned face.

👓 The second he opened his mouth, you DIPPED out of the room, leaving your phone running and Iida just standing confused.

👓 Turns out, he wasn’t trying to end your bloodline, he was just confused if that was a dance step he missed.

[arhvste]

❛ haikyuu sibling series hcs - general - part 1 ❜

「 includes : kuroo, matsukawa, oikawa, and suna 」

kuroo tetsurō

→ his parents got divorced at a young age and you can’t tell me otherwise

→ but before they did, himself and his older sister were close

→ she wasn’t as boisterous as him but she had a bit of a playful streak in her too

→ would absolutely go along with his scheming pranks on their parents and relatives

→ shes the one who got him into taking academics seriously

→ he always thought his big sister was cool and seeing her studious trait, he decided he wanted to be like her too

→ she’d help him with his own homework after school even if he insisted he didn’t need her help

→ everytime he’d score highly on a test, his sister would be the first person he’d show his little gold stars too

→ her praise meant the absolute world to him because from a young age he looked up to her and seeked some sort of approval from her that he was on the right track

→ when the fighting between his parents got bad, big sister kuroo would always leave her door open for her little brother to retreat into her room

→ she would hush the crying and distract his young fragile state of mind and make sure she did everything she could to stop him from focusing on the shouting

→ stories, board games, colouring, big sister kuroo did it all with him to ensure his mind was occupied with something other than the arguing downstairs

→ she’s his hero even if he doesn’t know it at such a young age yet

→ shes the one who taught him the trick with sticking two pillows against his ears just in case there were some nights she wasn’t at home

→ “see tetsu! it’s like having your head buried by sheep!”

→ when their parents did eventually split, he was beyond devastated

→ his best friend was being taken from him and there was nothing he could do about it

→ pleaded his parents to let them stay together but alas they decided it just wasn’t possible

→ kuroo took a handful of years to fully get over the separation from his sibling

→ hence his shy tendancies and hesitation to trust others at a young age

→ even to this day, the pillow habit stays prominent in his sleeping habits

→ while he was no longer in contact with his sister, kuroo would always think of her first whenever he received good grades or test results

→ would think of her during volleyball games

→ a source of motivation would be to ask himself if maybe his sister were here, would he being doing enough to make her proud?

→ after every accomplishment, his sister would linger at the back of his head

→ even now everyday when he goes to work

→ he can only do his best and hope it would be enough to be ‘cool’ like he always thought his sister was

matsukawa issei

→ big brother mattsun 😼

→ growing up, he was so inclusive of his little siblings

→ he’d never tell his brother or sister to leave him alone or go away

→ mattsun was super considerate and laid back with his siblings

→ as long as they weren’t causing too much trouble, mattsun didn’t really care what they were doing

→ he played with them i know he did

→ hero’s and princesses? pirates? dragons and mermaids?

→ mattsuns played every single one of these and more

→ whenever his siblings would argue, they’d always argue over who gets mattsun on their side

→ whoever won him over was deemed the winner of whatever petty thing it was they were arguing about

→ this little shit played the fuck out of them 😹

→ “hm whoever gets me the leftover pasta from the fridge will get me on their side 😈”

→ “if you go empty the bin then i’ll be on your side.”

→ “issei that’s not fair! that’s your job!”

→ “is it? guess i have to join your sisters side then...”

→ “I’LL DO IT!”

→ makki woukd come over often and his brother and sister loved him

→ he was like mattsun but prettier and “less mean”

→ in fact, all the aoba johsai third years were popular with the matsukawa siblings

→ his little sister was ✨infactuated✨ with oikawa

→ oikawa was “her prince charming” according to her

→ “oi loser, since my sister likes you so much why don’t you babysit for me next week?”

→ “as if! i have better things to do any- -she likes me?! 🥺 yes of course i’ll babysit!”

→ his brother is the opposite tho haha

→ “stupid oikawa don’t come near my sister!”

→ little brother matsukawa was protective asf over his sister

→ would throw hands at the setters legs and waist

→ and you already know mattsun, makki and iwa are just gonna stand there and ignore it

→ all in all, mattsuns one of the best siblings

→ he looks out for his siblings but he’s not overbearing in the slightest

→ these days he often lets them visit him at work when he’s not as home as often

→ “whoever brings me lunch doesn’t get locked in the coffin room”

→ obviously his siblings are bigger now so they just roll their eyes and ignore him ahah

→ he’s still someone they know they can come to if they need to though

→ he’s a good big brother who will listen to them without judegement cause hey, he’s done some questionable things growing up too

oikawa tooru

→ “you’re not allowed to have a boyfriend because i said so! nobody’s good enough for you! 😠”

→ “tooru, i’m older than you 🧍🏻”

→ over protective asf over his sister

→ insults boys that try it on with her to their face 😹

→ “you don’t seriously think she’ll go for you when you look like that do you? 😹 next caller!”

→ shes constantly apologising for his rude ass behaviour 😩

→ he does often seek advice from her though

→ especially when he started garnering attention from girls himself

→ “hair swept to the left or right?”

→ “neither. both are ugly.”

→ yes queen humble him 😈

→ okay but she would actually help him though

→ shes act like shes doing him a huge favour but she secretly likes the fact he comes to her for advice and feedback

→ shopping trips

→ she picks out his clothes because let’s face it

→ he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ she nearly threw up when she saw the plaid shorts fit ���

→ she also picked out his glasses too because again, he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ he hypes his sister tf up !!

→ especially after shes having boy troubles of her own

→ “whatever! he was a loser anyway nii-chan! he would’ve ruined all the family photos if you ever got married to him because he was so ugly! you’re way out of his league!”

→ third year oikawa says it’s on sight if any boy messes with his sister regardless of the fact she’s older than him

→ iwaizumi was rather fond of oikawa’s sister too

→ therefore, he’d automatically part of her body guarding system alongside tooru

→ growing up, iwaizumi was awkward around her

→ shes a pretty older girl of course he’s gonna feel pressured !!

→ she found it endearing though

→ and shes often thank him for looking out for her little brother and keeping him in line when she couldn’t

→ rip iwaizumi 😔✋the boy has turned bright red and doesn’t know what to say

→ these days he’s a-okay talking to her!

→ they both lovingly bully oikawa now

→ but back to the point of her helping him with girls

→ oikawa is not a fuckboy and you know why?

→ because his sister told him those boys are the worst !!

→ he is a respectful boy and his sister will make sure of that !!

→ when he did get his first girlfriend, she had to tell him all the things to do to help

→ clichè films were the wrong source according to her she called them cringey and stopped oikawa from leaving the house at 2am to throw rocks at his girlfriends window to confess his love

→ “tooru please tell me you’re not doing what i think you’re about to do”

→ oikawa with his bag full of small stones and a rose in his mouth : 😳🌹

→ his first break up was rough but big sister oikawa was his hype woman this time

→ “she knew what she was getting into when she asked you out. remember, she wanted you tooru and if she can’t remember that herself then she’s not worth it.”

→ big sister oikawa had his back 100% and vice versa

→ and even now, she’s cheering him on the loudest

→ her little brothers a little brat but he’s the brat she’s overwhelmingly proud of

suna rintarō

→ literally didn’t give a shit about his little sister for the longest time 😹

→ he knew it annoyed her when he didn’t pay attention so he did it just to test her limits at first

→ his parents scolded him time and time again and eventually he did start to acknowledge her

→ like mattsun, he’s laid back and not overly intrusive

→ but he is a little bit curious as to what’s going on in his little sisters life

→ “whos that? you’re not dating him are you? yikes.”

→ “rin? what do you mean ‘yikes’?!”

→ “he’s ugly.”

→ lowkey protective of his sister

→ he knows she can handle herself and whatnot but he still feels the need to look after her just a little

→ so if you’re a boy and you get on the wrong side of her i’m sorry

→ suna is pulling up with the miya’s

→ “oh? so you’re the little shit who thought you could mess with my sister?”

→ atsumu in towering over the boy next to suna : 😈

→ osamu towering over on the other side to suna : 🤨

→ suna : 😐

→ the boy : 😳

→ it’s always been like that though

→ in his own way, sunas always been there for his little sister whether he makes it known or not

→ “one day, yer sisters gonna be a pretty gal i can tell”

→ “i won’t hesitate to call child protection if you ever make a comment like that again 😐🔪”

→ “i-i was just tryin to be kind! it’s hard sometimes suna it’s hard! 😖”

→ his little sister will come to his games and he won’t care 😹

→ deadpan expression the whole time

→ she doesn’t care though because she’s not exactly thrilled to be there either

→ both siblings have their own interests and don’t tend to mix them

→ but he’ll still support her in whatever she wants to do and vice versa

→ but they prefer to do it from a distance

→ because i know suna only went to one of her ballet recitals and he didn’t even try to stop the strings of loud yawns the whole way through

→ the suna siblings remain hot and unbothered over everything

→ you could have beef with both siblings and neither of them are gonna give a fuck

→ but when you pick on little sister suna, rin is gonna give a fuck but he’ll be clever about it

→ easy going relationship

→ neither siblings are overly affectionate or overbearing but they’re both there for each other if needs be

→ they don’t talk about deep things and details together though

→ but they will slag other people off together 😹

→ if the suna siblings don’t like you i’m sorry

→ because both of them will come for your neck with no mercy and you’ll never know 😼

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[iamtheblondestblonde]

Temptation

AN: I... I don’t even know what to say except for I’m so sorry? We had some tech issues at work today and I had this idea while I waited and it didn’t fit with Slides so here’s some plot with porn at the end with Mat? I wrote this in first person narrative but there’s no name or description in it. Also this is my first time writing anything like this and I didn’t spend much time proof-reading so please don’t judge too harshly

AN 2: I wrote a sequel called No Control and you can find it here so please check it out!!

Word count: 7.4k (things escalated what can I say..)

Warnings: cursing and smut, like really explicit content

He was only wearing a towel. Again. Seeing him walking around in nothing but shorts was already bad enough but this was on a whole other level.

When Mat had first invited me to come with him to his lake house by Vancouver to wait this mess out I had been thrilled. Fancy lake house overlooking the water with my best friend definitely sounded better than stuffy Brooklyn apartment in a city crammed with thousands of people infected.

Thankfully my online classes made the journey across the country possible and I only had to fly back for a short while to take my final exams. This wasn’t really how I envisioned my summer after graduating college but it could be worse I guess.

As I took a look at him all glistening wet from his shower on his way over to me by the kitchen island, I felt like I was trapped in an episode of temptation island or something like that.

Neither of us had expected this lockdown to last this long and almost two months of being holed up together was starting to take its toll. I’d known for a fact that I’d go batshit crazy if I were to stay with my own family or my crazy roommate though so his offer had truly been godsend. With the fancy club I usually waitressed at closed there was no way I’d be able to pay for my rent either, so I’d given my landlord my notice, put everything that I wouldn’t take with me in storage and followed Mat across the country.

His family was supposed to be up here with us and that way I’d have his sister as a distraction, but they’d decided to stay in the city, meaning it was only Mat and I. And my sexual frustration.

It didn’t help that my quarantine buddy looked like a fucking Greek god either. Any nun would probably go for him as well, frustrated or not. And I was definitely not a nun.

“Do you want to go paddle boarding after breakfast? The water shouldn’t be too cold today with the sun out.”

I looked out through the large floor to ceiling windows at Mat’s question, I’d been so distracted by him running around practically naked that I hadn’t even noticed that for the first time in three days there were almost no clouds visible. With May well underway British Columbia was apparently finally getting ready for summer.

“Yeah let’s do it. I still have to respond to a couple of emails before we leave tho.”

He took a look over my shoulder at my laptop, water droplets from his hair falling down my neck making me squirm.

“You’re getting me all wet”, I huffed before giving him a shove. Not thinking about the way his muscular shoulders felt underneath my fingers at all. Definitely not thinking about that. Nope.

“You’re the first girl I’ve ever heard complain about that you know?” He winked at me before throwing his head back in laughter as I flipped him off. The flirty banter that had been going on between us ever since we met almost two years ago wasn’t really helping my case either.

I was convinced the only reason why we hadn’t hooked up yet was terrible timing. We’d met at a time when both of us were seeing others and by the time we both were single again the previous months of platonic friendship had set our relationship in stone, never allowing for anything more than playful flirting and teasing. I’d thought about it for a couple of times, because honestly who wouldn’t with the way he looked?

Mat filled a cup with coffee and grabbed some of the breakfast I’d prepared before pulling out the chair next to me, looking at me expectantly. I was still munching on the remainder of my overnight oats so it took me a couple of seconds to swallow before I could ask what the hell he was waiting for.

“For you to finish whatever it is that you need to do. I have nothing else to do”

“I can’t concentrate with you hovering over me like this. Go work out or something.”

Mat had a really nice gym set up in one of the rooms and let me tell you if I had to pick one place to plank for the rest of the life, it would definitely be in there so I could at least watch the calming water while I died such a slow painful death.

“I already worked out, that’s why I just got out of the shower.”

“Well then put some fucking clothes on, you’re not some cave man who can get away with only wearing a loincloth”, I exclaimed, slowly getting flustered with him in such close proximity while knowing that one tuck could expose him completely. He cackled but got up nevertheless, making his way back towards his bedroom.

“Me being naked is yet another thing no one has ever complained about either, you wound me.”

“I’m sure Tito would disagree!”, I yelled, desperate to have the last word so I could at least keep some semblance of control in this situation. I could hear him laugh all the way from the other end of the house and quickly shook my head so I could finally get some things sorted out before he got back.

With the way the sun was shining right now I could probably get away with wearing only a t shirt over my swimsuit, which was a lot better than the full-on wetsuit we’d donned whenever we’d spent our time doing any water activities over the past few weeks. Although Mat in a wetsuit was truly a sight to see, with the way the fabric clung to him so tight that you could see every ridge of his muscles underneath.

I hustled through my emails, ready to relax for the day. Perhaps I could even start on my summer tan already, being out on the water always sped things up. Thankfully I’d bothered to bring lots of clothes and a bit of online shopping had closed any gaps that I had in my wardrobe, this bikini being one of the new acquirements as well. It was super cute and my butt looked really good in it and it would look even better once I finally got my tan going.

Mat was already lounging on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone and looking annoyingly perfect as ever. I knew for a fact that he hadn’t done anything with his hair and it looked so soft that I just wanted to push my hands through it. And pull it until he groaned.

“That one’s new”, he immediately said once he lifted his gaze to look at me, pulling me out of my fantasies. I hadn’t put my shirt on yet so he was getting the full view of me in the bikini, which might have been on purpose. I knew that quarantine must be getting to him as well and he wasn’t the only one that could be a tease.

I nodded, biting my lip before twirling around so he could get all angles. “You like?”

This bikini was a little bit skimpier than the ones he’d seen me in before and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t as relaxed at the sight as he pretended to be. Finally.

We grabbed our paddles and boards and slowly made our way out on the water. It still took me a couple of minutes to find my balance, no matter how many times I’d done this before but eventually I managed, Mat now slightly ahead of me. If I had my phone with me I would definitely take pictures of him right now, they’d be outdoor magazine worthy.

“Come on slow poke, what’s keeping you?”, he yelled over his shoulder and I was tempted to splash him but I already knew that that would end up in a fight I couldn’t possibly win so I only stuck my tongue out before working to catch up.

At first we kept close to the shore but eventually we slowly made our way out farther onto the lake, laying down on our boards to enjoy the gentle up and down of the water. The sun was hotter than anticipated so both Mat and I ended up taking off our shirts and using them as pillows instead. I closed my eyes to keep me from staring at him, instead relishing in the way the sun warmed my face.

“This is what life should always be like”, Mat sighed contently, breaking the comfortable silence.

“You’d miss hockey eventually. You belong on the ice.”

“Probably. But right now I’m not missing a thing ‘cause I got everything I need right here.”

I didn’t want to look at him out of fear of what I might see on his face, only giving him an affirmative hum instead.

-

“You’re seriously the best”, Mat sighed after emptying his drink yet again. I had decided that tonight would be taco night and made some margaritas to accompany them, both of us a couple of glasses in by now. It honestly could be a Tuesday but who even knows anymore. I was convinced that at least part of the reason why Mat had asked me to come with him was because he liked my food so much, especially when I cooked Mexican.

The sun was setting over the lake and we were sitting outside on the porch so we could watch the sun set above the water, music playing quietly in the background. He reached for the pitcher and I grabbed the golf club leaning against the sofa we were currently sharing, even though there was lots of space to lounge elsewhere.

Now I didn’t really like golfing, in fact I thought it was among the most boring sports to watch and not much better to play, but I did like to swing at the ball as hard as I could. I’d found some golf balls that would dissolve into food for the fish so for the last couple of hours Mat and I had taken turns in trying to get the ball as far as possible, both of us with a subpar form that only got worse after every margarita.

“No you need to rotate your hips along with the swing”, Mat commented and I threw him a look over my shoulder.

“You’re not much better you know.”

“Yeah but I’m also stronger than you so I can hit harder.”

“I’m not sure if that’s how it works Matty.”

For my next swing I made sure to exaggeratedly turn my hips with the movement, causing me to lose balance of course. In a split second Mat was there, his big hands resting on either side of my hips so I wouldn’t fall.

“Good reflexes”, I giggled, letting my head drop back onto his shoulder so I could look up at him, our eyes locking in an intense stare. He was standing so close to me that I could feel his breath fan across my neck it was very tempting to take the little step that was needed for me to be pressed against him completely. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, but the alcohol wasn’t exactly helping.

I could see him swallow hard, closing his eyes for a second before reluctantly letting go of me. “It’s what they pay me millions for you know.”

“Cocky little shit.” And just like that we fell back into our old rhythm again. I pushed any and all dirty thoughts out of my mind and instead focused back on my golf swing.

With every sip I felt myself relax more, the amount of alcohol in the second pitcher definitely stronger than in the first. I knew that Mat felt the effect of the alcohol as well by now, the way his gaze would turn unfocused from time to time giving him away.

I gave him a curious glance when he got up, knowing for a fact that him with a golf club would be a dangerous combination if he tried anything right now. To my surprise he walked over to the box where all the blankets were stashed, pulling out the fluffy grey one that I liked most before spreading it across both of our legs. He surprised me even further when he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to his side so I could rest my head on his chest. While behavior like this wasn’t completely unusual for the two of us, it had been a while since we last cuddled. It was as if Mat had been careful to not get too close up until this point, his resolve now gone.

“You know, I really like knowing things and learning how stuff works, but sometimes I just wanna be a kid again who doesn’t have a clue. I remember how I used to think that every star was a little fairy like the ones in Tinkerbell or something, I don’t know. The world used to be so full of wonders and now it’s all science this psychology that, you get me?” I listened to him ramble, the alcohol making him stumble on his words a couple of times as he tried to figure out how to properly articulate himself. I’d listened to his drunk thoughts for years now, still amazed at his ability to get all philosophical out of apparently nowhere.

“Kinda yea, but I also think there’s still lots of wonders left, some of them having to do with science. Why do comatose patients wake up? What must it feel like as a surgeon to be able to give someone a new heart, a new life? How can we know so much and yet still be wrong so many times? So the way I see it there’s still wonders, you just got to know where to look”, I finished my rant, looking up only to see Mat intently staring down at me. This wasn’t our first drunk real talk, but the way I was wrapped in his arms somehow made it feel more personal.

“By the way, I think I got lucky because I wasn’t even looking and yet I still somehow ran into you”, I continued, needing him to understand his importance to me all of the sudden. He’d truly been my rock over the past few months, keeping me from going insane as I approached the final stretch of my senior year. He’d reminded me to take care of myself and practically forced me to whenever I didn’t.

I couldn’t even count the amount of times I’d crashed at his place because my roommate was having some kind of crazy rager in our apartment, effectively making it impossible to study. He’d even offered up his spare bedroom once he moved into his new apartment but I declined because I wouldn’t be able to afford the rent at this place and I wasn’t about to leech off of him when I had other options.

“You are my wonder too, you know. I couldn’t have wished for a more supportive friend.” I smiled up at him, drunk happiness mixed with genuine love for the guy that had slowly turned into the most important person in my life. We’d come quite far.

It didn’t take long until the both of us were yawning so frequently that it was impossible to keep up a conversation, quickly gathering everything so we could go back inside. I hadn’t even realized how cold it had gotten until Mat’s arm dropped from my shoulder and my legs were exposed again from underneath the blanket.

“You wanna have a sleepover?”, Mat asked grinning at me cheekily while walking across the living room. Never one to say no to cuddling with Mat, even before all this quarantine horniness, I nodded before dashing off to my room to get ready.

Mat was already snuggled under the covers and he lifted up one side as soon as he saw me getting closer. He liked to be the big spoon and because that was one of the best feelings in the world I basically let him do whatever until he deemed our sleeping position comfortable. He’d definitely pulled me a little tighter than he usually did, our bodies now practically touching from head to toe.

He’d tangled up one of his legs with mine and my back was flush to his chest, his face nuzzled into the back of my neck. He had wrapped one arm around my waist so even if I wanted to leave or move, I wouldn’t be able to. It was like a big perfect Mat cocoon.

As I laid there listening to his breathing slowing down I thought back to what Mat had said on the paddle board a couple of days ago, about how he had everything he needed right here with him. I knew that that wasn’t exactly true because he missed his family and even if he denied it I knew he missed hockey as well, but he’d also admitted to needing me with him and I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel the same.

-

A few rays of sunshine had lit up Mat’s bedroom the next morning, but that wasn’t what had woken me up. Mat was calling for me from the ensuite bathroom and I could faintly make out the sound of water running.

“I need you to bring me your shampoo, I’m all out”, he yelled and I groaned before slowly rolling out of bed. In daylight I could make out the mess his room had become, clothes littering the floor and every other surface and I almost stumbled over a set of weights on my way out of the door.

I grabbed my shampoo out of my shower and even reached for the conditioner for good measure. His hair had gotten so long by now that it would surely appreciate the extra attention.

Making my way into the bathroom I was faced with a problem that I hadn’t thought of up until this point. The lake house was pretty new, meaning the interior design was cozy yet still modern. Meaning all bathrooms were equipped with big glass showers. Meaning that there was currently no shower curtain preventing me from seeing Mat fully naked in the shower.

I could close my eyes but I would 100% trip over his clothes that he’d strewn all across the bathroom floor so my only option was to try and keep my eyes up high. Keyword being ‘try’. At least he had his back turned to me but I was still mesmerized by the water running down his body and the way his back muscles rippled as he reached up to push his hair out of his face. And that ass..

I slowly approached the shower, praying that he wouldn’t turn around to face me but also kind of hoping he would. I opened the door a little bit so I could set the bottles down inside and thankfully he stayed put.

“Don’t put the conditioner on your roots or your hair will look greasy”, I said on my way out and even I could hear how breathless I sounded, the view having my thoughts run a mile a second.

As soon as I had the bathroom door closed I squeezed my eyes shut to try and regain my composure. The image of him in that shower was one I wouldn’t be able to get rid of for a long time. I couldn’t even take a cold shower to cool down because Mat had my stuff and he’d know something was up if I were to simply rinse myself off and I couldn’t exactly tell him that the sight of him naked had gotten me all hot and bothered.

So instead I decided to use all of my pent up energy to go on a run, hoping for the runner’s high to clear my thoughts. By the time I got back Mat was laying in the corner of the couch, an episode of The Office on the big flatscreen.

“We need to go to the store later”, I reminded him, knowing that I couldn’t walk in on him naked again without losing the little control I had left in my body. He nodded and then looked me up and down and for a second I was embarrassed. Even with only wearing running shorts and a sports bra I was still drenched in sweat, probably looking disgusting.

At least he’d put my stuff back so I could finally shower in peace, my thoughts still wandering back to earlier this morning. I wouldn’t have turned him down before all of this shit started but now that I only had my own hands and trusted toy to take care of myself, I was borderline desperate. Two months without sex was the longest dry spell I’d had in years and I couldn’t imagine Mat feeling any different. I knew from firsthand experience that he brought lots of girls home as well. Perhaps he needed something to happen as much as I did.

It was hard to believe that his shampoo had just been empty all of a sudden without him noticing first and then there was the fact that for the past few days he’d been parading around the house in only his boxers or towels.

Two can play this game, I thought to myself, pulling on a comfy shirt and some tight booty shorts, foregoing a bra which he was bound to notice because of how it stretched over my chest.

I pretended not to notice how Mat almost choked on the sip of water he’d just taken as I made my way into the living room, walking over to the kitchen to grab my own bottle. Even if I couldn’t see it to confirm, I was pretty sure that he was staring at my ass as soon as I turned away from him. For good measure I even made sure to lie down with my head in his lap, murmuring something about how he’d taken up the best spot so he really left me no other choice.

The first few minutes he didn’t move an inch, resembling a statue. I knew that he could feel my boobs pressed against his thigh and I made sure to shift a couple of times to make sure before placing one of my hands on his thigh. Eventually he relaxed and even went as far as to rest one of his hands on top of my hand, slowly moving his fingers through the tangles in my still wet hair. When he accidently pulled at a few strands I let out a content sigh while simultaneously digging my nails into his thigh out of habit. I pretended to not hear him groan lightly and instead gave him the most insincere apology of my life, thoughts now definitely elsewhere.

I was royally screwed. Or actually I wasn’t, and that was becoming a big problem.

-

I’d made it my personal mission to get a reaction out of him as much as I could. Mat was the same, I hadn’t seen him wearing a shirt in days. It was like this competition to see who could make the other one snap first. Currently I was making breakfast in nothing but a shirt and my panties. Granted, the shirt went to my mid-thighs because I’d stolen it from Mat a couple of months ago but still.

One of my upbeat playlists was playing over the speaker system and I was dancing around in front of the stove, careful to not let the our breakfast burn.

“What a sight to wake up to”, I heard Mat’s voice behind me and his hoarse morning voice did things to me I would never admit out loud. I gave him a cheeky grin over my shoulder and wiggled my butt for good measure as my favorite part of the song came on.

“Can you set the table? Breakfast is almost ready”, I asked and he nodded before moving to grab everything. We’d gotten our morning routine down to a t by now and I couldn’t help the warmth that spread in my chest at seeing him do something so domestic. Our friendship had certainly evolved since practically moving in here together. It would actually be weird to not have him around constantly once all of this was over.

The day continued like most of the days before, us lounging on the couch after working out together for a while. It was something we’d made a habit a while ago. His trainer knew that I was with him so he’d give Mat tandem exercises from time to time or he’d ask me to take videos so he could make sure that Mat’s form was okay. I certainly didn’t mind the view.

Mat was always hot of course but there was something to be said about the way he looked after a workout, all flushed and just downright delicious. It was definitely a great motivation to join him in the gym.

This time I had managed to snatch the corner seat and I was sprawled out on the couch, Mat’s head resting on my stomach. While I’d managed to put on some shorts he was of course still shirtless and I’d given in to temptation long ago, my fingers now slowly running across his back. He had one of his arms thrown across my stomach, hand resting on my hip and drawing slow circles on the little patch of skin that had been exposed when my shirt had ridden up. While cuddling wasn’t unusual between the two of us, this was certainly new territory, the show we’d been watching kind of forgotten by now.

“Use your nails”, Mat pleaded and his voice was so raw that I would’ve done anything he asked of me at this point. He let out a groan when I softly raked my nails across his back and I was glad that he couldn’t see my face right now. There was a spot on the left side of his back that would cause him to shudder slightly, goosebumps spreading quickly. I found myself watching him in awe, fascinated by the reaction I could get out of him by such a simple act.

I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what kind of damage I could do if I really worked for it.

-

It finally happened a couple of nights later after yet another day filled with sexual tension so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife.

Mat helped me clean up after dinner, music playing to help speed things up. I was in charge of taking care of the leftovers while he cleaned up everything else. Obviously I was done before him and since he refused to let me help him I hopped on top of the kitchen counter, making casual conversation while watching him put stuff in the dishwasher.

“This is my jam!”, he exclaimed, quickly wiping his hands clean before motioning for me to come dance with him. I shook my head while laughing, which only led to him grabbing me and lifting me off the counter so I would join him.

His moves were ridiculous, arms kind of just flapping around. I knew that he could dance if he wanted to, we’d been to our fair share of clubs together but right now he definitely wasn’t trying. He held his hand out for me and with a laugh I accepted, letting him spin me around as he wished. The third time while he was spinning me back towards him he pulled a little to hard though and whether it was on accident or not I ended up almost smacking into him, only stopping myself by placing my other hand on his chest.

Both of us were a little out of breath by now and any laughter died down as he wrapped both of his arms around me, pulling me even closer. I looked up at him, gripping onto his shoulder with the other hand. Mat looked down at me with an unreadable expression. We both stared at each other for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out what the other one was thinking at the moment. How had things gone from him twerking to Lizzo to this?

He gulped heavily before bringing one of his hands up to cup my face, ripping me out of my trance. His gaze was flickering between my lips and my eyes and he leaned in a little closer, yet still waiting for me to take the final step. Deciding to throw all caution to the wind I moved my hand to his neck, finally pulling him down to where I wanted him.

When our lips met it was as if everything was falling into place. The kiss started out slow, both of us still kind of figuring out what the hell was going on without scaring the other off. As soon as he realized that I wasn’t going to push him off of me he kissed me back with the determination that he showed in every other aspect of his life. His hands started wandering, first sliding down lower on my back before he moved them to my side, tightly gipping my hips.

I let out a light moan and he used the chance to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. He tasted like home and I willingly let him walk me backwards until I could feel the kitchen counter behind me, grateful for the leverage it would give me. He surprised me by lifting me back up on it and then pushing himself between my legs, gripping my thighs.

Eventually I did have to come up for air but Mat apparently didn’t concur to the basic laws of biology because he moved straight to my neck, sucking and biting gently until I was sure that goosebumps covered every square inch of my body. I knew I should stop and think about what was going on right now but I really didn’t want to, so instead I just dove right back into another toe curling kiss. Kissing him had quickly become one of my favorite things and I wanted, no I needed more.

“Mat, wait…”, I murmured against his mouth and he immediately took a step back, looking up at me with an expectant look. I could tell that he thought he’d done something wrong, when in reality it was the exact opposite.

“I want you but I don’t know if the kitchen counter is the right place for that.”

As soon as my words registered with him he groaned, burying his face in my neck.

“Then let’s get you somewhere comfortable… for now”, he teased and the wink he gave me told me that we’d definitely continue this in here another time. I let him lift me down, following behind him as he pulled me towards his bedroom with an urgency that I had only seen in games so far. He was pretty laid-back usually but I could tell that I’d riled him up over the past few days or weeks really.

It seemed like Mat couldn’t hold out until he got me onto his bed though, instead pushing me against the door and leaning down to kiss me again, pushing one of his thighs in between my legs. He fumbled around for a while before finally hitting the right light switch, making the room glow in soft yellow lighting.

His lips were addicting and even when he moved back I didn’t let him, chasing after him for another kiss. Using one of his hands to brace himself the other was slowly pushing up the fabric of my shirt. That wasn’t enough for me so I quickly moved to pull it off. I wasn’t wearing a bra and he cursed as soon as he saw my exposed chest, taking his time to look me up and down.

“So beautiful”, he murmured in awe before moving in again, one of his hands cupping my breast. I let out a moan when he started playing with my nipple which only seemed to spur him on further. I was so turned on already and he hadn’t even done much yet.

Determined to change up the power dynamics I pushed at his chest and he took a step back with a confused look, probably wondering if he’d done something wrong. Confusion turned into amazement as he watched me kiss down his chest before finally sinking down to my knees in front of him.

I took my time kissing his abs and mouthing along the ‘V’ that disappeared into his pants. I could see him straining against his shorts, impressed by what I could make out through the fabric. When I licked along his waistline he let out a beautiful groan and I decided I’d had teased him enough, finally hooking my fingers into his shorts and pulling them down along with his boxers. Him being shirtless already certainly made it easier to get him naked.

I watched his dick spring free, bouncing against his abs and looking absolutely delicious. He was impressively long but it was the girth that truly wowed me, finally making me understand all of the girls that came back time after time.

I gripped his thigh with one hand and reached for his dick with the other, making him curse. When I gave the head a little kitten lick he threaded his hands into my hair, practically pushing me down on him so I’d give him more. I didn’t object, wrapping my mouth around him and taking as much of him as I could, my hand taking care of the rest. The filthy sounds he was letting out above me only making me more enthusiastic and I was pretty sure that he’d have little crescent marks on his thighs for the next few days from how I was digging my nails into his thigh. He didn’t seem to mind though, only moaning my name.

“Fuck, you look so good like that”, Mat murmured and I looked up to him watching me intently. I kept my gaze locked on his as I moved back to let him go, my hand continuing to stroke him but my mouth dropping down to suck at his balls. The moan he let out would have made any porn star jealous.

It didn’t take long for him to pull me off of him in a way that told me that he didn’t actually want to, both of us panting as if we’d just ran a marathon.

“You need to stop or I’m going to cum”, he let out, his hoarse voice turning me on so much that I was pretty sure I’d be dripping down my legs if it weren’t for the fact that I was still wearing some clothes.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”, I teased, grinning up at him, not being able to resist licking up the entire length of his shaft once more. He practically pulled me up to my feet after that, moving in for another searing kiss.

“I’ve wanted you for so long and there’s no way I’m gonna finish before we even started.” He started to push me back towards his bed, changing his mind halfway there as he bent down to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. For the first time I was able to feel him press against me, the thin fabric of my shorts not really doing much and holy shit did he feel good. He sat down on the edge of his bed, me now straddling his lap and I couldn’t help but roll my hips against him, desperate for any friction at this point.

The both of us let out a simultaneous moan at that and Mat buried his face in my neck, slowly sucking along my collarbone. He gripped my waist, his big hands nearly encircling it entirely.

“You’re wearing too many clothes still”, he said with his lips moving against my skin, making me shudder yet again. I’d long lost count a long time ago.

“Then do something about it”, I responded, not really willing to move at this point. He quickly stood up with me still perched on top of him before turning the both of us around, dropping me down onto the middle of the mattress. Him throwing me around like I weighed nothing really did something to me and I looked up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for him to make the next move.

He didn’t disappoint, leaning down to trail kisses from my neck, mouthing along my boobs before finally moving to pull my shorts and panties off. He took his time, making sure to appreciate every new inch of skin that he’d just exposed on the way back up and the closer he got to my core the more I was squirming underneath him. I had been waiting for this for so long that I wasn’t sure if I could make it through another minute without him inside me.

“Mat please, I really need you”, I whined and I could see him smirk up at me from where he’d situated himself between my legs.

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel so good baby.” Hearing him call me ‘baby’ only made things worse but he finally put me out of my misery when he ran one of his large beautiful fingers through my folds.

“Holy shit you’re so wet for me already”, he cursed and I was about to respond when he literally took my breath away by licking up my slit. I couldn’t help but arch off the bed, already so keyed up and he quickly threw one arm across me stomach, forcing me to stay still. He started out slow and I knew that he was only trying to egg me on further but his resolve didn’t last long and he soon dove in with a determination that had sounds coming out of my mouth that I’d never made before in my entire life.

He moved my legs to rest on his shoulders so he could have better access and because I really needed something to hold on to for dear life, I gripped his hair. He’d said a couple of times that it had gotten too long during this quarantine but I certainly wasn’t complaining now, using it as leverage. I could see him grind against the comforter, desperate for any kind of friction himself and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

He moved back a little and I was about to complain when he slowly pushed a finger inside of me, any words dying in my throat at the feeling. He lowered his mouth again, sucking hard on my clit and I moaned so loud that I was glad that we were alone in the house.

“More, Mat please”, I whispered and I almost couldn’t believe that he already had me begging. He groaned and the vibrations in combination of him pushing a second finger inside of me were almost too much. I was close and I knew that he could tell from the way my thighs were starting to shake, curling his fingers inside me until he finally found the spot that made me cum so hard with a scream that I could see stars. He brought me through it, still pushing in and out slowly when I finally returned back to earth, grinning up at me proudly after wiping his mouth on the inside of my thigh.

“That was so fucking hot”, he said and I laughed, throwing my arm over my eyes in embarrassment. I’d had my fair share of hookups as well but nobody had managed to make me feel this good. I could feel him move up my body, reaching for my arm so he could look me in the eyes again before leaning down for a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and while kissing him was still amazing, it wasn’t enough anymore. Mat seemed to catch my drift because he rolled off of me, only to reach for his nightstand, feeling around for a bit before triumphantly holding up a foil packet.

Taking advantage of him on his back I moved to straddle his thighs, taking his cock in my hands once again. He bucked his hips involuntarily and I could tell that he needed this as much as I did at this point. I took the foil package from him, ripping it open with my teeth before rolling the condom down his shaft. He gripped my hips, helping me scoot up until I was positioned above him, holding him so I could slip the tip inside.

Both of us let out simultaneous groans when I finally sunk down on him, the stretch painful in the most delicious way. He gave me a couple of seconds to adjust but I wasn’t really willing to wait any longer, rolling my hips against him.

“Your pussy feels so good around me”, he panted as he helped guide me along with his hands while looking me deep in the eyes. His pupils were so blown at this point, his cheeks were flushed and he’d never looked better. I was a moaning mess above him and I wanted to remember the way his cock was dragging against my walls for the rest of my life. One of his hands still rested on my hip while his other grabbed my boob, twisting the nipple and making me moan even louder.

At one point he moved to sit up, our chests now pressed together. The new angle had my clit rub against his pelvic bone and I knew that I’d come again like this with no extra help needed. Mat moved to kiss my neck, sucking and biting so harshly that I was sure that there’d be marks there the next day, not that anybody besides us would be able to see them.

His groans had become more erratic as well and I knew that he probably wasn’t far behind me, my name constantly on his lips. One last drag against him had me arch into him with yet another earth-shattering orgasm, Mat doing his best to fuck me through it before turning us around so he was on top of me, using his hands to hold himself above me so he wouldn’t crush me.

He grabbed one of my legs and pushed it up to rest on his hip, thrusting into me with a force that had the headboard slam into the wall repeatedly. He felt so good that with every thrust I let out a little moan, still sensitive from my orgasm, which only seemed to spur Mat on even more. I was digging my nails into his back to the point where I was sure that there would be red streaks after but he didn’t seem to care at all, too lost in the moment. It didn’t take long before he threw his head back and I could feel him pulse inside me as he came, the most beautiful groan coming from his lips as he finally stilled inside me.

He crashed down on top of me, burying his face in my neck, both of us out of breath by now and covered in sweat. He was silent for a while until he caught me off guard when he started laughing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just thinking.. we could’ve been doing that for weeks, I certainly wanted to.”

“I did too but I guess we’re both stupid.”

Now we were both laughing and Mat moved off of me so he could pull out, gripping the condom so it wouldn’t slip off. He threw it in the trash can in the corner before coming back, his hand outstretched for me to take.

“I guess we have some catching up to do then, starting right now with me and you in the shower”, he said with a wink and I couldn’t think of a time where I’d gotten out of bed faster. 

[courier-sux]

Lmao do the character thing but for your friends ocs. Like,,,, Eddie, Rav, Charlie, fucking uhhhhhh mortuus idk who else u friends with and got ocs and just do it

omg haha alright, let’s go — getting rid of notp and fave line for brevity’s sake! i have more lovely friends who have lovely ocs but i’m just gonna stick to the four you mentioned or we’ll be here all day

Eddie

( @benny-gecko-official )

1: sexuality headcanon

bi and nb and i love her

2: otp

eddie/benny even tho it’s a ten dating a one 😔 also if benny and boone both blew it, she and jackal would probably get together tbh

3: brotp

jackal and eddie are RIDE 👏 OR 👏 DIE 👏

4: first headcanon that pops into my head

she’s so SHORT.......... three ounces of whoopass

5: one way in which I relate to this character

life fucked her over but she refused to die just from spite

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

she shares arcade’s curse: can’t lie to save her life

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

sinnamon roll

Rav

( @courier-of-curiosity )

1: sexuality headcanon

here’s a direct quote: “bi but mostly gay bc boys are cute”

2: otp

i have heard rumors of a boy named apollo that rav may or may not have a crush on.......

3: brotp

jace goes full dad-mode upon meeting rav and i love them so much

4: first headcanon that pops into my head

his audio commentary as he travels the wasteland!

5: one way in which I relate to this character

a bit of a Bastard

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

you dang kids and your teenage rebellion !!

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

also a sinnamon roll

Charlie

( @ani-stark )

1: sexuality headcanon

nonbinary bicon

2: otp

charlie/cicero 🥺

3: brotp

them and raul!! also them and @fallout-lou-begas‘s agnes bc of this post

4: first headcanon that pops into my head

what can i say, their scarf is mysterious and iconique

5: one way in which I relate to this character

would tell a bad joke while sewing up a wound

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

what a nerd (i’m throwing stones from glass houses rn)

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll imo

Mortuus

( @saddeniq )

1: sexuality headcanon

powerful lesbian

2: otp

mortuus/therapy... mortuus/feeling loved...

3: brotp

i would like her and august to be friends 👉👈

4: first headcanon that pops into my head

opposite of eddie: good lord this woman is tall

5: one way in which I relate to this character

“i’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, i’ll die” 

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

please stop letting the legion tell you what to do bro

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

problematic fave..... still fave tho

send me a character and i’ll answer these

[btswishes]

I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N: I saw this dog that looked like a bear, kind of scary but also superrr cuddly looking and I thought of this macho mochi. Hope you like it there are more parts to come.Sorry for any mistakes made.

Word count:   2,627

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing.

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  Winter is one of those seasons where you just don’t want to go anywhere. Just staying home with a nice warm cup of tea, coffee or coco and enjoy a good book or movie. But we all have those moments where we have to adult and today it was your turn. The day had almost finished when you opened the fridge and realized.

“Who ate all the damn food?” a slap echoed when your palm hit the skin on your forehead “That is rightttt, Mina was here yesterday.”your hands found your waistline and rested there “I need to stop inviting friends over all the time.”

 Taking a deep sigh, you walked over to your bedroom. You were groaning and stepping harshly as you were throwing clothes onto your bed. 

“Ughhhh, too cold!” 

 Swinging over the long and fluffy scarf, you made sure you were nice and warm before even confronting the cold weather. The moment the building’s main entrance opened up ,you were hit with a gust of cold wind. You could hear the howling sound it was making. Crackle after crackle you were getting farther from your home. 

 As the name says already, the convenient store wasn’t far, but in this weather it felt like a hike on mount Everest. The second the warm air hit your face you felt hope and so did your stomach. When people say don’t go shopping when you are hungry, they were right. Who knows what stuff you had in the bags on your way out, what was sure though was the fact that you grabbed anything and everything ,that looked good enough to eat with the packaging still on it.

 As you were about to exit the store, you pulled out a sandwich out of the bag and took a big bite from it.

“ Oh yeah.” you said muffled by the food “ That hits the spot nicely.” 

  The wind outside had gotten stronger, so powerful that it was picking up snow from the ground and basically throwing it in your face. Taking a few deep breaths, you placed the sandwich in the bag and stepped out.

“ Wow wow”  the wind was pushing you back a bit. Still being able to walk some what normally, you felt like you were taking two steps and then one back. Getting home was gonna happen sooner or later, but the night was beginning to fall and temperatures weren’t going to be so nice to you anymore.

 Like the champ you were, with all the power left in you, you were about to reach your house ,when the wind knocked some snow in your eyes.

“Fuck!” it was blowing very strongly and you had to kneel down to keep yourself from falling. The sound turned from a howl ,to the voice of a ghost that was hunting you.One minute had passed and then two, you weren’t moving at all and that was a no go. A plan was needed to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

“ Oh God, what is up with this day? A person can’t get themselves anything.” you were thinking about possibly crawling home, but your self-respect was not going to allow you that at all.That didn’t stop you from considering it though.

“ I bet people won’t even notice, plus my face is covered so no one will know.” the wind was turning slowly but surely into a blizzard  “ Hu?” you stopped mid way thinking. You could still hear what was happening around you, but the biting cold wasn’t hitting your face anymore.

 Slowly you rose your head up and noticed something gigantic in front of you. It had a deep brown color with a slight tint of amber. Hesitantly you reached out.

“ What?!” your hand almost disappeared into the object that was blocking the cold.Moving your head to the side you were met with two big, dark eyes and a puff of warm air. It took some time, but judging by the silhouette it was a dog, probably a bear looking at it’s size. The pup nudged you with its tail and you stood up. Yes, the wind was as strong, if not stronger than before, but you didn’t feel the same resistance. The body of the animal was blocking maybe 50% of the blizzard.

  It took you less than 5min to get back to your building. You patted the dog on the head and smiled.

“ Thank you sooo much little guy...oh- I mean you don’t look little at all. A!” reaching in your bag you pulled out the half eaten sandwich and gave it to it ”Sorry I can’t offer you more. “ 

  You were looking at it and noticed how wet its fur had gotten. The poor thing was probably hiding somewhere sheltered from the storm and all. You were about to unlock the door, when you turned around and saw the pup still looking at you. You closed your eyes for a sec and went back to it, putting your scarf around its neck “ Should keep you warm.” you patted its head and the dog seemed to like it “ Go find some good place to dry off.” with one last smile you went inside, in the elevator and got home safely. 

 Throwing all the bags on the kitchen table ,you dropped on the couch and took a deep breath. The fire place your parents insisted on you getting had finally proven to you its worth. The air was warm and enjoyable. Closing your eyes, you relaxed,but your mind drifted to your savior.

“ Poor thing...” you whispered to yourself

  The room was quiet and your head was thinking of all kinds of possible bad outcomes for the pup. You were worried it might freeze to death somewhere, or not be able to find a safe spot.

“ Ughhhhh.” you jumped up and grabbed the nearest coat you could find “ Fuck me, why am I doing this.” cussing with every move you made, you opened the door and ran out. Wearing almost nothing to protect you from the cold, you looked out the glass doors of the building. “ I can’t believe I am doing this right now.” you threw yourself in the blizzard willingly.

 The cold was stabbing at your cheeks, eyes watering and nose about to resign its duties as a functioning body part.Your hair was all over the place. Your arm was covering the top of your head as you were fighting your way through the winter. 

 You were wandering for what seemed an hour, but you couldn’t see the dog anywhere. You were sweaty even if it sounded impossible and very tired. Sadly giving up was the only option at this point. Dragging in the snow, your feed were trembling. It was unbelievable how you survived this long so lightly dressed. 

  The moment you were about to unlock the door, your vision went blank and you lost grip on the keys. The jingling sound let you follow them to the snow at the bottom of the stairs. But the state of your legs dropped you to the stone ground. You were puffing and wiping your face. Leaning your head onto the cold wall ,you tried to gather your strength and get up. As you were starting to see clearly again ,you felt something brush against you. 

 Lifting your arm you grabbed the material that fell on your chest and relisted it was your scarf.

“ Wait what?” the sound of metal hitting metal pulled your attention to the same mysterious hero that saved you the first time. “ This feels a bit like fate and it’s low key strange.”

 Leaning onto the dog you were able to get up and open the door. The sudden shifting sound made you notice that the pup was leaving. You quickly grabbed it by the tail. “ No you don’t. I almost died trying to find your furry ass. You are coming with me.”  the dog seemed confused or maybe you were still in a daze. 

 The thing you were sure about tho was that it was a male. He followed you into the elevator and kept close, letting you lean onto him when you were losing your footing. The moment you opened your apartment door, he hesitated to walk in.

“ Come on, don’t be shy.” with a few pulls from your side he finally stepped in. Maybe it was because of the change in the scenery, but the pup didn't even make a move. It was standing there like a new plush toy that you just bought and breathing heavily taking in the atmosphere around it.

"Are you getting comfortable in there?" You peeked your head out of the kitchen, but he was still standing in the middle of the room. You sighed and waddled over.

"I let you in so you are allowed to make yourself comfortable." placing a bowl of water next to the fireplace, you sat back down " It's one thing to be shy but you don't have to be at all. Come here."you patted a place next to you and he finally walked over ,curled up into a fluffy donut and calmed down.

"Oh lord!" your nose just scrunched up "Wet dog, not a good perfume idea." One option was to towel dry him, another to let him naturally dry next to the fire place, but since you didn't know how long he was out there, you were firm about what you were planning to do.

"Ok." You said a bit deep while getting up "It's settled then. You are taking a shower." Clapping your hands you pulled the pup to your bathroom "For once I am sooo glad this apartment is big. Who knows what it would have been if I couldn't fit you in here."

  You turned on the shower just to adjust the water so it wasn’t too cold or too warm. The bathroom was isolated from the rest of the house and you couldn’t hear the outside anymore. Wetting the pup’s fur, you were about to pull the shampoo from the rack next to the shower door, when your shirt got stuck on it.

“I need to change into something else. If I get this shirt wet it will shrink and I am not planning to go on a diet.” you ran out of the bathroom as fast as you came back in. Your body had on it a short shirt tied up at the chest and a pair of pink panties. “Ok, all ready.Come here pooch.” but the dog had it’s back towards you “What is wrong?” he let out a small whimper when you pulled him close to you suddenly by his back legs.

“Hold still now.” grabbing the bottle of lavender shampoo, you placed a small dollop of it on your palm “Hmmm, you are a big boy, probably the equivalent of 1 bear or 20 wigs.I will add a bit more.” squeezing the bottle a bit longer this time let almost half of it spill out “Oh well.” 

 Rubbing your hands together you started lathering the dog from head to toe, focusing on his paws and tummy.He was jumping away when you were cleaning his stomach area “I get it I get it.You are shy, I will stop.” 

 Grabbing the shower head ,you looked at him “Don’t worry we are almost done here.” turning it on firstly splashed your chest. Pulling onto the shirt you noticed it become translucent “Aw man, well I should have expected this.” you started rising off the shampoo as best as you could. “There, all done.It wasn’t too bad now was it?”

 You walked out the bathroom, changed into dry clothes fast and ran back to the dog. You threw a gigantic towel on his head and he panicked. Looking at the circles the dog was making made you burst in laughter and help him out. “Sorry sorry.”

 Making sure the pup was next to the fire place, you kept rubbing the towel all over him until he was as dry as the desert.

“Ah!”you plopped onto his body, making him jump a bit “You smell sooo good.” rolling over onto your back, you were looking at the ceiling and just enjoying the sounds of the crackling flame and the howling winds.It felt so peaceful and almost like a fantasy story.

“You know.” your voice spoke out calmly “This is feels like one of the stories I used to read about when I was little.”you crooked your head towards the pup, giving him a serious look “You are not a man that was cursed into a dog form are you?” you felt as if he stopped breathing for a second before giggling to yourself and laying back onto him “I am joking. So this is what it feels to talk to your pets. I mean you are not my pet, probably have an owner.”

  You let your hand travel to his neck, but no leash was there to identify him as someone’s dog.As he seemed to like it, you continued to run your fingertips through his dark and soft fur. 

“You can stay with me.I mean....if you want.”you sighed “Get’s kind of lonely being by myself all the time. I was ok with it at first but now, I am not so sure about it.”

 There was a moment of silence were only the ambiance in the room was ruling, until you felt the soft fur envelop you.He came closer and licked your cheek a few times. Pursing yourself up onto your elbows, you looked him with a spark in your eyes.

“I will take that as a yes.But...” you paused “I need to give you a name.” sitting up cross legged, you began looking at him from head to toe “I won’t give you a very manly name since you are scary enough as is. What about.....mmmm. Nunu!” the dog’s tail perked up “Yeah, you look like a Nunu to me.” you cupped his cheeks and started messing up his coat “Nunu, you are such a cute Nunu.” 

  The dog was getting annoyed but before it was about to growl, his eyes met yours. You had stopped moving and were giving him the brightest smile one could receive. It was warm and kind, your eyes were relaxed and filled with love, such pure energy. “My Nunu.” you scratched behind his ear ,as he closed his eyes and leaned into it without a hesitation.

  The petting session continued till 11 when you were already fast asleep. The fire burned out and it started getting colder and colder. Nunu woke up when he felt you nuzzling yourself into his fur. His head came close to yours and sniffed you, before giving you a quick lick. 

  Moon light was creeping in from the big windows, but suddenly got covered by a big shadow. It wasn’t looming over you, it had more of a safe and protective feeling to it. Your body almost instantly moved up as if on it’s own and met the comforting covers of the bed. A soft blanket moved up your body. The figure turned away from you and was about to leave, when something escaped your lips.

“Mmmm....Nu...Nunu.” you rolled around for a bit, trying to get comfortable 

“Worried more about a dog than yourself.” the shadow started loosing it’s tall shape and walked over to your bed. Your hand instinctively escaped the cover and laid calmly, once it reached the furry head of the pup, leaning onto your bed. The whole night he staid there, looking out for you. 

 Where did this dog come from and why did it not leave?

[shadedrose01]

Young God

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Tags: idek how to tag this one, uhh, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, kind of?, more like, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with benefits?, Rivalry, Rivals with benefits?, Its hard to explain aodjsk, Harley Keener as Iron Lad, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs a Break, Peter Parker Has a Bad Day, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Sexual Content, Nothing shown tho, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, parkner week 2020, Day 2, Arguing

Prompts: “And i said ‘no,’ you know, like a liar” / identity shenanigans / iron lad

Notes: Day 2, everybody! Hope you enjoy! 💞💞

Read on ao3 Here!

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He says "oo, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends,

I'm the king and you're the queen, and we will stumble through heaven,"

Peter sucks in a quick breath just before he crashes onto the rooftop, sliding across the sandpaper like tiles and feeling as it rips up his suit, the backs of his arms and legs, his hands as he claws and slows himself down until he finally stops, just at the edge of the house.

He stays still for a second, pants as he hears the mechanical whirrs and clicks of the robotic arms coming closer and closer to him, before he feels his hair stand up, and jumps backwards off of one rooftop to the other, just as Doc Ock crashes through the house below him, leaving only destruction in his wake. Peter listens sharply, for a scream or a cry but hears nothing, and feels a wave of relief knowing the family must not of been home, before its quickly wiped away as he instinctive jumps out of the way again, a claw crunching the stone he was stood on just moments before.

"Come on, Spider-Man," the man taunts, his bluish purple goggles gleaming in the setting sunlight. "Stop running away, and fight!"

Another claw, and another jump, except this time, Peter bounces off of the next rooftop he lands on, circling around and kicking the man right in the jawbone. "You asked for it!" He spits out as the kick throws him back, off kilter for a second, a moment that Peter tries to take to get out of distance again, out of range, but he's too slow, a third claw reaching for him, about to grab him-

Before its blasted to pieces by a bright purple light, and Peter cant help but to stifle the annoyed sigh that threatens to escape, the simmering anger that's been inside him all day starting to boil, to bubble up as he hears the familiar, way way too familiar Southern drawl call out, in all its mocking glory, "Hey squid boy, watch where you're throwing those things, someone could get hurt!"

Peter lands onto the brick wall, sticking into place and turns just to see Doc let out an irritated yell, and lunge for the bright red and gray suit, purple lights attached like lazor pointers to a cat, an easy target that never seems to faze the man no matter how many times Peter told him to tone them down. For once, Peter understands Docs anger, annoyance, as the suit weaves through his claws and shoots them apart with ease, laughing and mocking him the entire time. It makes his insides twist, and his blood boil, his heart racing and his teeth gritting together.

Peter throws himself off the wall just in time to kick Doc to the ground, all of his claws and weapons destroyed, and an affronted, almost insulted noise comes from the robotic suit flying beside him. "You can't just come in and steal the kill, that's not cool, dude!"

Peter doesn't even spare him a glance, webbing the villians hand, feet and then body to the ground. "What, like you did?"

"I did not," The robotizied voice cries out, like a child. "I was just helping you out, Spidey! You should be thanking me!"

Now, Peter can hear the smug grin on the man's face, and this time he can't help the bitter sigh that escapes, as he turns to send a heated glare. "Fuck off, Iron Lad."

He can practically see his eyebrows raise, even through the emotionless mask and the man laughs, loudly, his voice higher pitched with pure amusement as he says, "Oh ho ho, Man! What's got you in a piss poor mood, huh? Having a bad Spidey day, Spider-Man?"

Peter's nostrils flare, and he has to physically hold back the words that long to spill from his mouth, tasting bitter on his tongue, flames licking at his lungs. "Police?" He asks instead, glancing away to glare at the stones below him, his hands clenched hard into fists.

"On the way, eta maaybe two minutes?"

"Then let's go." Peter doesn't wait for an answer, shooting a web off into the distance and yanking himself away, huffing out a breath when he hears the very clear, "Sir, yes sir!" And the echo of replusors sound from behind him, following him like they always do.

"If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes,

I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight,"

Peter swings for a while, trying to ignore, pretend that the metallic sounds of blasters aren't following him, hoping that eventually, the man, that Harley would get the hint and leave him the fuck alone today, but after a while, he realizes that won't happen and lands on the top of a building, crashing to the ground a little rougher than necessary, feeling his bubbling anger, annoyance rising higher and higher in his chest.

"Finally," The suit groans out, landing right beside Peter on the rooftop before flailing his arms out dramatically. "I thought you were never gonna stop, jeez."

"I'm on patrol." Peter growls out, going to the edge of the rooftop to look down and focus his hearing, to make sure he doesn't miss any moments, any crime that he needs to stop, almost wishing, itching that there was some so he could get away from the man encased in metal. He doesn't know why his presence is bugging him so much today- he's normally annoying, sure but not this much, never this bad- but it is and Peter just longs to get away (even as a part of him begs to get closer).

The man just huffs, his neon purple eyes seeming stare into Peter's soul incredulously. "Thats never stopped you before." When Peter just ignores him, the man takes a step forward and his helmet retracts, the face of the one and only Harley Stark- son to Tony Stark, heir to Stark industeies and the main pain in Peters ass for the last eight months- scrunched up with a weird mix of childish annoyance and worry that makes him look constipated. "Seriously, Spidey. What's going on? Are you okay?"

The real concern that slips into the mans tone makes Peter's insides twist, but he ignores it as he spits out, "Why do you care? Thought you only cared about yourself?"

Its intentionally rude, and he knows it hits its mark when a pang of hurt runs across Harley's features before it disappears back into a blank slate so similar to the one his father wears for the same reason, to hide the pain. "You know that's not true." Even his voice has gone back to painfully neutral, and any satisfaction Peter anticipated to feel is overwhelmed by a sickening guilt that poisons him from the inside out, twists his stomach and makes him feel nauseous.

He should apologize, he knows, but he's still- he still feels the burning, the fire under his skin, in his bloodstream, charring his lungs, molten lava in his veins, and he can't stop the sour words from slipping past his lips, with a faint mocking laugh. "Do I?"

"I thought you did." He mutters, his usually bright, summer day skies eyes darkening as a storm cloud passes by, rumbling with a thunder that makes Peter's heart thump heavily in his chest. "I know you do. I know you don't really like me, I get that, but you normally aren't this much of a dick about it. This isn't you."

Peter just laughs again, bitter and twisted and wrong sounding, even to himself. "You don't know me. You don't know anything about me."

He says, "oo baby girl, don't get caught on my edges,

I'm the king of everything, you know my tongue is a weapon,"

Harley's eyes just narrow more, his jaw clenching, and Peter can see his words are started to get to him, his fingers twitching and his shoulders raising. Good. "I think I know more about you than you think."

"Do you?" Peter snorts, shaking his head in exasperation as he glances over to the man, glaring, the fire burning brighter, flames licking at his throat. "Say, what do you know about me?"

"I know your kind," He starts, scowling, counting on his fingers as if Peter is a child that he's lecuring. "I know you're considerate. I know you put everyone else before yourself, because you think somehow, subconsciously that your life is worth less than others. I know you feel guilty for something that happened in the past, and try to better yourself because of it. I know you care, much more than you let on." Peter snorts, trying to ignore the emotions and raw feelings bubbling in his throat, and Harley just continues, ignoring it. "I may not know your name, or your face, or your- your identity but I know you, Spidey. And this," He makes a waving motion at Peter's body, "whatever this is, it isn't you. So Explain. What's going on?"

He's almost pleading, now, begging for Peter to tell him and the masked man almost longs to tell him, but honestly, he doesn't even know what's wrong. He's felt this burning, this itch for something since he woke up, and as the day went on, he grew more and more irritated, irate, a chemical reaction gone wrong, Harley acting as a catalyst and speeding up the reaction until now, its starting to explode, bubbling over the glass and creating a mess of emotions.

Peter can't tell him that, though, can't tell him that he's being a dick for nothing, so he just shrugs him off, looking away again and muttering a quick, "Nothing."

He can almost feel the tension in the air rise, turning thick as Harley bristles and flares, "Let me help you, for fucks sake!"

"Maybe I don't want you to help me!" Peter sparks back, whipping his head back around to glare at the man, the energy high, electric around them.

"There's a light in the crack, that separates your thighs,

And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight,"

"Oh, no. You do." Harley sneers, stepping forward, closer to Peter. "You do, you're just too much of a coward to admit it."

Peter rolls up his mask to his nose, and glares heavily at the man, taking a step towards him in retaliation. "Middle school insults, really?"

"Only telling the truth." Another step forward. "You're a coward who tries to hide his true feelings and pretend they don't even, even though you know they do."

"Oh yeah?" Another step, and suddenly, they're face to face, their noses millimeters apart, almost brushing in their proximity. "Say that again, I dare you."

Harley takes the bait, leaning in closer until Peter can feel his air on his lips, their breath mixing. "You're a coward, Spider-Man."

And Peter thinks he's going to punch him. His fists are clenched, his body is tense, he's bracing himself to do it. But instead, he finds himself grabbing his shoulders tightly and pushing their lips together, his mind whirling as the reaction bubbles over and the flame in his chest ignites into a wildfire, bright and untamable as Harley kisses back just as heavily, just as intensely, pressing him back back back until his back is pushed against a brick wall. Their lips don't disconnect, their heads turning and tongue swirling as Harley's hands roam up and down Peter's suit, over his arms, chest and abs, Peter's moan being swallowed into Harley's mouth, only to be reciprocated moments later.

The kiss breaks only to allow Peter to jump into Harleys arms, his legs wrapped around and sticking to the waist of the metal suit and his arms around his neck before theyre reconnected again, sucking face and groaning into each others mouths.

"My place?" The blond asks, voice muddled by lips and tongue and teeth, and Peter only nods instead of answering, pressing his face into his neck to leave marks, bites and bruises as the other man wraps his arms around his waist and under his ass, before the repulsors start back up and they fly away, towards the giant looming tower in the distance.

And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool, for a while now,

Drowning my thoughts out with the sounds,

Peter blinks awake slowly, hearing the faint whisper of a fan and a steady mechanical hum and feeling the satin, silk sheets beneath his fingertips. He turns his head slowly, his brain still groggy as he sees the other man, Harley beside him, his ryestalk hair askew and his face lax, more youthful than Peter's ever seen it, the sheet only covering to halfway up his chest, the rest out in the open, bare outside of the bright red marks still covering his skin. He flushes slightly as the memory's return from the night before, or, evening? He looks to the large, floor to ceiling windows beside the bed to see that it's still nighttime, the bright moonlight shining in through the clear glass, the pale blinds and illumating the room, casting shadows onto Harley's features and making him look... softer, ethereal, such a contrast to his sharp words and his even sharper personality. He finds he likes it, the softer, gentler look, and finds himself staring for a few moments, taking the moment in before he sits up slowly, making sure not to awaken the other man, and stands.

He finds a pair of pants on the floor, and a shirt he isn't sure is clean or dirty, throwing them both on before noticing a glass door, leading out into a balcony on the other side of the room. He had remembered landing somewhere early, hazily, though he obviously wasnt focused on it. It must've been there. He finds himself drawn to it, tiptoeing quietly over to the door and sliding it open before stepping outside, and taking a large inhale of the chilled air. He moves to the railing of the balcony, listening to the faint breeze of the late August winds, the car horns and honks in the distance, stares down at the still busseling, still alive city below them, not really focusing on anything, not really thinking, just breathing, feeling, living.

That must be why he doesn't hear the other man stirring, or hear him approch until the door behind him clicks open again. Peter doesn't turn around, doesn't have to, just continuing to watch the cars drive by until two arms wrap around his waist, gently, warily, until a, now clothed, chest is pressed against his back, and a chin rests on his shoulder. Peter just exhales, leaning back into the other mans grip, feeling more relaxed, more at ease than he has in a while, longer than he can remember.

Do you feel like a young god?

You know the two of us are just young gods,

"Do you ever..." Peter doesn't know when, or why, he starts to speak, doesn't think of what he says as he murmurs, hushed, low, a whisper, "feel like a young god? With these powers, the suits, the- the responsibility..." Harley just hums, faintly, and they start to sway, subtle, gentle back and forth motions, back and forth, like waves cascading onto a beach. "They all look up to me. The people, the city. They all-" Peter shakes his head, sighing lightly, airy. "And sometimes I just... sometimes I just don't know if I'm enough, you know? Sometimes I just..."

"Need a break." The other man finishes, murmurs, his lips brushing against Peter's cheek and sends tingles down his back.

"I-I guess so, yeah." There's a few moments, a few seconds where they just sit in the comfortable silence, where Peter glances up at the smog filled sky, seeing a few stars shining through, the almost full moon gleaming brightly down at them.

Before, "Let me help, baby." Harley whispers, pleads, and Peter goes to protest but the blond beats him to it. "You're burnt out, constantly saving the city, saving the world, constantly being the punching bag for everyone else, let me help. Please, Peter," And that was something new, too, Harley knowing his name, knowing his face, knowing him through and through, though he knows the other man won't tell, won't share, turning his head with easy fingers to look him in the eye, his ocean blues almost neon in the glow of the moon. "Let me help you."

They stare at each other, flickering from eye to eye for a few beats, a few thumps in Peter's chest, and he doesn't answer, not really, just lowers his head and places it onto Harley's chest, into the crook of his neck, but his lack of an answer is answer enough. The older man just presses a drawn out kiss onto the top of his head, and holds him closer, a non spoken thank you that sends Peter reeling, unused to the feeling of care, of concern, of love.

And yet, surrounded by strong arms and held closely to a firm chest, Peter feels at his strongest, feels comforted, known, feels safe. He closes his eyes, and just breathes, let's himself have this moment of calm and quiet in the arms of his love.

And we'll be flying through the streets, with the people underneath,

And they're running, running, running...

[hangjie]

whatever it takes. [ peter parker ]

summary: it has been five years since thanos wiped out half of the population and since the avengers killed thanos. so, what’s left for you?

warnings: ENDGAME SPOILERS!!! a lot of crying and a bit of swearing

word count: 3,057

author's note: i deleted the original version of this bc i thought it was absolute crap ;( i watched endgame for the second time, so my mind is refreshed on what happened and what some of the lines are. this is mostly the same tho! it's just rewritten and i added some parts. 

in this one, reader is still skilled in combat, but she mostly uses guns during missions and let's just say, reader is always wearing a suit ;))

(okay but my dumbass self literally forgot scott i aM SO DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF)

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snap.

half of the population was wiped out.

most of my friends and family are gone.

he’s gone.

it has been five years since thanos snapped his fingers and turned half of the population to dust and five years since we killed him in hopes of getting our loved ones back, but to no avail.

let’s say, thor went for the head this time.

the punching bag swings back and forth as i punch it with all my strength. i feel the sweat rolling down my temples and dripping down to the ground. i feel my hands ache and my body screaming for me to take a break, but i still continue to swing punches.

“(y/n)? mr. stark? i don’t feel so good.” peter says with fear evident in his voice.

he was so confused and so scared.

he literally was dying, but he didn’t realize until the very last moment and i didn’t do anything about it.

a punch after another, i punch the punching bag faster, making it swing further and further back as my heart starts to pound inside my chest. 

tony runs over to us and peter clings on to us tightly. “i don’t wanna go. please. i don’t wanna go.” he shakes his head as he shakily holds on to us. “i don’t wanna die.”

tears start to cloud my vision and i blink them away, letting them roll down my cheeks and mix with my sweat.

i cradle him in my arms, sobbing and brushing his hair comfortingly. “you’re not going anywhere, pete. you’ll be okay, i swear to God, you’re going to be okay. we’re going to be okay.”

i kick the punching bag and before i knew it, i was punching and kicking, frustrated sobs escaping my mouth and angry tears rolling down my cheeks.

peter drops to the ground, weakly and tony and i kneel beside him, each holding one of his hands shakily. he looks at each one of us with a sad smile on his face. “i’m sorry,” he softly says as he looks at tony who tries to hide his tears, but fails as he looks at the person who he considers as his son.

i picture the big purple asshole who took nearly everyone from me and i feel my blood inside my veins start to boil from the thought. i hear the metal holding the bag squeak, but i still continue, not caring if it breaks or not.

peter turns to me and says the words that i’ve been dying to hear ever since. “i love you.” i sob and kiss his knuckles with tears running down my face and some even getting on his hands. “i love you too,” i say and he smiles before he fades away like the others.

i picture the smug look on thanos’ face after he snapped his fingers and with a final punch and kick, the metal holding the bag breaks, making it throw itself on the other side of the room with a loud ‘bang!’.

i hear a low whistle and slow clap from behind me. i turn around and see the proud face of my #1 superhero slash dad, tony stark.

“wow. that was actually impressive,” he says, approaching me in slow strides. “remind me to not let you hang out with steve because you’re becoming more and more like him and less and less of me.”

i don’t reply. instead, i turn my back towards him and walk away from him to drink some water. dad sighs and i feel him walk closer to me. 

“you can always talk to me about peter, you know.”

i feel my body tense up when i hear the mention of peter. 

“dad, i’m fine,” i quietly say, teeth gritting against each other.

“i know that you want to see him and try to get him back, but–”

“dad, i said ‘i’m fine’!” i snap, finally turning towards him. he looks down at me with a surprised expression. he tries to say something, but before he could, i rush towards him and wrap my arms around his torso.

dad places his hand behind my back, rubbing it up and down in comfort while the other one softly brushes the hair on the back of my head (despite being sweaty as fuck). i press my ear against his chest, sobbing loudly as tears stain his shirt.

“i miss him, dad. i miss him so much.”

“so do i, kiddo.” i hear dad’s voice break, but he quickly hides it with a cough. he kisses the top of my head and he says, “and i know that he misses you too.” i sadly smile at the thought of the dorky smile plastered on peter’s face as he says how much he misses us.

i pull away from dad and he grabs the sides of my face, kissing my forehead before saying, “i’m always here for you, kiddo.” i chuckle. “you’re so sappy, dad.”

“i’m sappy? how about you? crying over a boy who tripped over everything.” i feel dad ruffle my hair, making me push his hand away with a groan and a smile. 

before i could walk away from him again, dad pulls me into a tight hug. i immediately melt into the arms of my father and hug him back just as tight.

“we’ll get peter back. we’ll get them all back,” he reassures, cradling my head like a baby. i sigh and nod my head, knowing that he means what he said.

“i love you, dad,” i say against his chest. “i love you 3,000 times more, kiddo.”

-----

i reload the pistol in my hand and aim it at one of the empty cans several feet away from me. i squint as i readjust my aim before pulling the trigger. the can goes flying backwards with a hole in the center. i focus my aim towards the glass bottle on my right and shoot, making it instantly breaks and sending thousand of glass shards flying in every direction.

i repeat the same actions again until i feel a tug on my shirt. i look down and see my little sister, morgan holding the end of my shirt with big puppy eyes. 

i tuck the gun away and crouch down to her height. “hey, what are you doing here?” i say. “you know you can’t go here. dad will kill me if he sees you here.”

“daddy said to check on you. he said that you were sad.” my heart swells at the innocence of my sister and the concern of my father. “or maybe you just missed me.” i tease, brushing my fingers on her sides. she squeals and tries to get away from me, but dad appears and walks towards us.

he chuckles at the scene of his two daughters in front of him. “i know that i should be mad, but my two girls are just so cute,” he says and kisses our cheeks before inviting us back inside. dad picks morgan up with one hand and he places his other hand on my back, leading us to our house. 

when we make our way towards the patio, we see a grey car parked in front of our house and uncle steve, aunt natasha, uncle scott, and uncle rhodey come out. 

we stop in our tracks and i feel dad tense up beside me.

“tony, (y/n), we need to talk.”

-----

“time travel? quantum realm? are you crazy?” dad shakes his head in disbelief. “so, you’re telling me that your plan is basically ‘back to the future’?” he scoffs when uncle scott nods his head. “it’s not going to work.”

after my uncles and aunt settle on to our patio, they start talking to us about using quantum physics as a way to get the infinity stones in the past and to get the fallen back.

“tony, the stones are in the past. we’ll time travel before thanos got them,” uncle scott says, trying hard to be patient, but it is obvious that his patience is wearing thin. “and when we have them, we’ll snap our fingers to bring everyone that turned to dust back into our reality,” aunt natasha adds.

“we’re not going to come back,” dad protests.

“but i did.”

“that’s because you got lucky!” dad snaps, making everyone speechless. 

intensity runs in the silent air, the only noise being the ripples running along the lake until dad sighs. “listen. do i want to bring everyone back? yeah. do i want what i have right now to remain the same? hell yeah.” dad slouches, placing his elbows on the top of his knees. “i cannot leave my family.”

“but what about us, tony? aren’t we your family too?” aunt natasha says and dad looks on the ground, sadly.

an awkward silence engulfs the air until the door open and closes and morgan runs out, immediately latching herself at dad.

“hey, squirt,” dad greets, picking up morgan from the ground. 

“mommy told me to come save you and (y/n).”

“well, you saved us, alright.”

dad stands up and begins to ramble on about miscellaneous things until uncle steve grabs dad’s arm, restricting dad from moving another step.

“tony, i get it. you have a wife and two kids and i’m happy for you.” uncle steve looks down at the ground, sadly before looking back up at dad with desperate eyes. “but this is your second chance.”

“i already got my second chance right here.” dad motions towards morgan and i and escapes from uncle steve’s grip.

i sit, confused on what to do. i mean, i do want to obey dad and i know that he’s doing this to keep our family safe, but i also want to at least try in bringing them back.  

i glance towards my uncles and aunt and see their defeated and desperate faces. i can see the gears turning inside their head as they scrunch their eyebrows together and think of another way to forego with their plan. i can see the tears in aunt natasha’s eyes, knowing how much the avengers means to her since we are her only family.

i feel the lump forming inside my throat as i take a deep breath. i will probably get my ass kicked for this, but it’s worth the try.

“i’m in.”

everyone’s attention turns towards me and i can feel their eyes widen and bore into my body. 

“w-what? what do you mean?” dad asks, looking more confused than everyone else in the room. 

“i’m time travelling with them, dad.” 

dad freezes and puts morgan down, whispering for her to go inside first. after morgan runs inside, dad straightens his back and crosses his arms against his chest, a stern look on his face. 

“(y/n), you are not going with them.”

“dad, stop. i can do this. i know that i can.”

“are you crazy?! no. absolutely not, young lady. you are staying home with your mom, me, and morgan. end of discussion.”

“dad, you are so selfish!” i snap. hot angry tears run down my cheeks and i aggressively wipe them away with my hand. “half of the population on this planet is gone and you’re not even going to at least help in bringing them back? how could you?” i say, heartbreak and the feeling of betrayal evident in my voice. “after everything the avengers sacrificed, you’re not going to try? i want to atleast do something good in my life and-”

“i don’t want to lose you, (y/n)!” dad grabs my shoulders, lightly shaking me as his glassy eyes lock with mine. he inhales a shaky breath and drops his head down in sadness. “you are my first born. you are one of the reasons as to why i am standing in front of you and you have such a bright future ahead of you.”

i break free from my dad’s grip and walk away, wiping away the tears from my eyes.

before i step into the house, i turn back to my dad and see his red eyes and tear-stained cheeks staring back at me. “i’m doing this for peter, dad.” i say, my lips quivering. “i’ll do whatever it takes to bring him back.” 

i turn my back towards him and step into the house, leaving him, my uncles, and aunt in utter silence.

-----

i lay in my bed, eyes glued on the ceiling as memories of peter flash into my mind, my heart breaking inside my chest.

i miss him.

i roll to my side and my eyes immediately glance at the picture of peter and i on my bedside table. i pick it up and i sadly smile when i see us dressed in our homecoming attire with our wide grins and with peter’s arms snaked around my waist.

i remember how he pulled me close and how he kept telling me how beautiful i am and how much he loves me.

peter’s eyes go as wide as platters and his jaw drops to the floor as i approach him, my dress flowing in the wind. i feel my cheeks flush when i feel his eyes look at me up and down, taking my appearance in.

he continues to stare at me when i am in front of him. it wasn’t until i adjust his collar and tie that he snapped out of his trance.

“cat got your tongue, parker?” i smirk, transferring my focus to his wrongly placed corsage. i chuckle when he tries to say something, but what only came out of his mouth were stutters.

“i-i . . . i’m n-n-not–” i kiss his cheek, making his cheeks turn bright red.

i laugh and peck his lips before peter pulls me into a passionate kiss. when we pull away, he smiles brightly at me before saying, “you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

“you’re not so bad yourself, parker.”

before he could reconnect our lips, we hear someone clearing their throat, making both of us pull away with tomato red cheeks and nervous laughter. my dad rolls his eyes and makes a gagging noise. “pepper, let’s get them out of here before a bunch of peter and (y/n) start running around the house,” i groan as mom hits his arm. “what?” he says, lifting his arms up in surrender.

my parents walk out of the room and when they were gone, peter intertwines his fingers with mine. i turn towards him and he locks his brown eyes with mine as peter lifts our intertwined hands, kissing the top of my knuckles. i feel my heart swell inside my chest and i feel it beat faster and faster each second.

“shall we go, m’lady?” peter says, in a posh accent, making me laugh. i peck him one last time before i say, “we shall, spiderman.”

i hold back a sob as tears drop on the picture frame. i hold the picture frame close to my chest and i whisper, “whatever it takes,” before i head out of my room, determined to change my dad’s mind.

when i walk in the living room, i hear mom and dad quietly talking and i approach them silently. 

right before i could say a word, my eyes glance towards the table in the middle of the room and see a model of a time space gps. my eyes turn towards the ‘model successful’ text above and my jaw drops to the floor.

it’s going to work.

“(y/n), what are you doing up?” i hear my mom ask. i turn my attention towards them and i point towards the time space gps model with my mouth still agape in shock. “it’s really going to work?” i ask still in disbelief even though the answer is literally right in front of me.

dad sighs and slowly nods his head.

he walks closer to me and kisses my forehead, bringing me into a hug. “now we know where you got your stubbornness from.”

-----

to make the long story short, we time traveled back in time to get the infinity stones before thanos got his hands on it. it took several tries, but we eventually got a hold of the stones.

after we got back, we discovered that aunt natasha lost her battle and unfortunately passed away. despite my dad’s arguments of letting me go back home, in fear of the same thing happening to me, i manage to convince him to let me stay.

we were trying out luck with the stones by letting uncle bruce (who now prefers being physically hulk) wear the infinity gauntlet my dad made and snap his fingers.

when the gauntlet is wrapped around his arm, uncle bruce lets out a painful shout, making my blood run cold in anxiety and fear. “turn it off! turn it off!” uncle thor says, scared for his dear friend, but uncle bruce manages to lift his arm up and with one last shout, he snaps his fingers and a bright light erupts in the room.

as the light fades away, i hear a loud thump! and i turn my head towards that direction and see uncle bruce with the arm where the gauntlet was placed burnt. everyone crowds around him, trying to comfort him and asking if it worked. as dad tries to treat his arm, the sound of a phone vibrating echoes throughout the room.

everyone’s breath hitches in their throat as uncle clint slowly approaches his phone. when he sees the caller id, he immediately answers the call with teary eyes and a shaky voice.

“hey guys. i think it worked.”

right before anyone could say another word, i feel myself being thrown back as the ceilings of the headquarters begin to crash down accompanied with explosions and shouts. 

i feel my body being thrown on concrete several times before i feel my body collide with a wet surface. i groan out loud and clutch my sides, feeling my body ache and slowly bruise all over. i try to get back up, but i fall back down.

before i could try to get back up, i feel my body numb and my eyelids start to become heavy. everything starts to blur as my eyes slowly start to close, the darkness engulfing me.

MASTERLIST

[supercasey]

Nomad of Nowhere Episode 12, Season 1 Finale Thoughts

Jesus Christmas, it’s finally here! Time for me to go ape-shit! ((This is really long and I’m sorry for that, so just skip to the bottom if you want to see Actual Theories (TM), but otherwise the top part is just me live-blogging the episode.))

The Nomad looked so offended when that Dandy Lion tried to get him off his pinata horse.

The miscommunication among the crowd... God, I love this fucking show.

Seriously, I can’t get over the fact that the Nomad can’t talk and everyone just tries to figure out what he’s trying to say regardless. He’s trying so hard. I love how he keeps getting increasingly frustrated.

I love Barty. He immediately just goes for the shins and I adore him. Also, him and his dad teaming up to fight the system is a Mood.

tHE DANDY LIONS, I LOVE THEM. THEY’RE JUST ROCKING OUT AS THE REVOLUTION BEGINS AROUND THEM. NEVER CHANGE, BOYS. NEVER FUCKING CHANGE.

Don Paragon: *kicking the Nomad out the window* “YEET!”

Damn. Just... burning down everybody’s houses. That’s harsh.

I love Skout... that’s it. I love her.

The two Dandy Lions having a romantic evening tho... that’s a Mood.

Skout’s so authoritative! Gosh, wonder where she learned that from... ;3c

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again- Red Manuel is an interesting character! I want to see more from him! He has a wife that’s shitty to him and an even shittier mom! Let him grow to be something more!

Never mind, he just got fuckin’ launched. Damn, Skout, that was savage.

sHE FREED HER CRUSH!! YES!!!

The Nomad just... throws his own fucking leg at him. Iconic.

Look, I know that he can’t fight with swords and that’s why he tossed it aside, but him standing there with that sword... I need to see him learn to fight with swords, guys, pLEASE!

rOCK FRIEND SUIT! IT’S A SUIT MADE OF FRIENDS TO PROTECT THEIR FRIEND!!!

sKOUT!!!

((No joke, I audibly gasped when Skout got crushed by the billboard)).

It’s... it’s a FUCKING WIG!?

Don Paragon: “My wig!!! sNATCHED!!!”

I know that someone already commented that it was hot to watch Toth break a sword WITH HER FOOT, but... it was Hot.

She’s just going and going. I fucking love Toth so much, I can’t wait for her to someday join the Nomad Protection Squad... she will kick ass.

DO NOT. HURT. THE LITTLE ROCK. HE IS SURRENDERING AND YOU NEED TO RESPECT THAT.

No eyes. That’s weird.

Now it’s Nomad’s turn to yeet.

The Nomad’s so goddamn small compared to everyone else (save for Skout). I... love him.

sKOUT! MY HERO!

Skout is so cute and lovely... she doesn’t want to take any of the credit, but the Nomad won’t let her forget that she’s a hero. I... love these kids.

Toth is struggling so hard to fight Skout... God, RT, please give them a happy ending by the end of this series, they deserve some happiness.

HE CONTROLLED THE STATUE WITH HIS CHEST! IT GLOWED! IS IT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT THE STONE’S THERE!? RT, I NEED ANSWERS!!!

Toth looked so scared before she got hit! Don’t hurt her!

The thumbs up... I love him.

I love the old dude just fuckin’ CHUGGING water like it’s alcohol... you go, old dude, you go.

The sheriff is a dad to all these kids... you can’t change my mind. Also, I used to at least find the glasses wearing kid annoying (he still kinda is) but I’m growing to like them a lot! Hope to see these kids again next season!

The Dandy Lions!!! I love them all so much, I pray to fuck they’ll be around in season 2 even though Don Paragon’s been vored.

Ah... yes... That.

I can’t... believe... that this is actual fucking vore.

Literally, El Rey said he’s “Hungry”... I’m deceased.

My reasonable sister: “Maybe we’ve taken the vore joke a bit too far?” Me: “I don’t care.”

tOTH RUN! FUCKING RUN!!!

((Yo, I’mma light this post up with ideas I’m REELING))

So his chest is still gonna glow when he does good deeds? Is it gonna restore itself/put up shields around the stone to keep it from getting damaged? I really wish we had seen what happened to the stone after episode 9- it seems like it’s fine but I’m still worried about it. Straw ain’t gonna stop a bullet, fam.

Skout and Nomad... look, I know the theory’s been more than disproved, but I still think they’ve got a good sibling-like dynamic going on. I’ve seen some folks saying that the Nomad might start acting as a dad to her and... I dunno, I just don’t see it. So I’m gonna stick with them as siblings.

And that’s that! Hyped for whenever season 2 is announced!

Me going into more detail/theories below:

The Nomad making the statue come to life DEFINITELY shows us a few things. 1, he’s getting better with his magic. Remember the watermill? Remember how terribly that went? The kid’s learning to control bigger things. SPEAKING OF WHICH- 2, he can control it! That’s wild! So ARE they at all sentient? Because in episode 5 it seemed to hint at the fact that they were their own beings, but this says otherwise. Are some sentient? Are some not? RT, I need answers.

I’m so glad that Skout saved herself this episode! Like, I was so certain that she was gonna get really hurt by that billboard, but nope! She’s up and at ‘em in no time flat! Sign me the FUCK UP for the Nomad being a damsel in distress and Skout swooping in to save him! ((Also, for those who ship Nomad/Skout... I’m really not into the ship since I spent so long thinking they were siblings, but I can’t deny that y’all got a lot of fodder this episode. Y’all have fun with that.))

El Rey communicates through crows, huh? I think... I think someone actually guessed that??? At one point??? (May’ve been on Amino), But either way, that’s fucking neat as hell! It also leaves the door open for some underhanded bullshit... imagine if during Skout and Nomad’s adventures, they come across an injured crow? They’re both sweethearts so OF COURSE they take care of it, but what is this? It talks? And it knows the way to safety? Well, let’s follow our new friend! (Cue some heartbreak).

Looks like Toth’s still on the path of evil (or at least of antagonist). I’m really psyched to see if she’ll be getting magical powers. I’ve heard a few people throwing around that lightning abilities would be cool, but what about fire? ((Mostly I wanna see fire because it could remind the Nomad of Melinda so Skout has to save him and maybe we’d get some more flashbacks??? Sign me the fuck up, fam)).

Now that we’re back on the road, I’m hoping we’ll see more bounty hunter type characters. Will they be personally hired by El Rey? Or will the bounty hunter interactions be replaced by Skout and the Nomad knowingly looking for trouble by taking on El Rey’s men? I’m excited either way.

I’m sure there’s more shit I’ll go on about later, but I’ve got work today, so I’ll wait to get into it tomorrow. With a majority of the fandom having to wait a week (or two for the Youtubers) for the new episode, it looks like this fandom’ll still be kicking for a bit before Hiatus Hell kicks in. Hopefully that means we’ll all have time to theorize (and write fics) before the new season hits! I’m so HYPED!!!

[nico-robin-official]

Dragon Ball Super: Broly

IT’S REALLY FUCKING GOOD GO SEE IT

(spoilers below the cut)

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

The first story segment felt more like Star Wars than like Dragon Ball, and I meant in a good way. It’s interesting to see people who aren’t QUITE so superhumanly powerful dealing with more ground-level threats.

Paragus is a stone-cold bitch. Straight up murdered that guy (Beets? Was he really just called Beets?) to conserve on supplies.

I’m glad that they addressed this as being like. An oddity for Bardock. He’s USUALLY a hardened Saiyan Warrior, so him going out of his way to be protective for once is weird, but sometimes people are weird. And that’s fine.

Gonna be real, I damn near cried at “Don’t forget us, Kakarot”. Like shit, u really gotta do it like that?

Now what’s REALLY weird is that when Frieza was dropping the Death Orb, Bardock’s armor was still all fukt up and he had a bunch of people behind him? So how’d that happen in the rectified timeline.

Nice that his final effort looked SLIGHTLY more valiant this time, rather than being comedically swallowed by Frieza’s attack.

The time skip forward was nice, and the sparring match between Goku and Vegeta was GORGEOUS. Like, just pulling out all the stops from the get-go.

I can’t believe Frieza has gone full Commander Red. Seriously dude. Have you sunk so low? I mean, it was hilarious, but STILL.

On a related note, Booberry has the biggest balls in the entire Frieza Force, holy shit.

Thank fucking GOD the vengeance boner is pointed squarely at VEGETA this time. It just makes more sense.

The Vengeance Boner belongs ENTIRELY to Paragus this time as well, which ALSO makes sense

Broly is a baby. baby boy. Like I know hes 41 but hes still my baby boy who i would die for. HE DOSNT EVEN KNO WHAT WATER IS

Paragus, regardless of canonicity, is a Bastard Hell Man. Rot Bitch.

Cheelai is a darling angel girl. Protecc her.

I fucking love that there is like, a visible stylistic difference between Vegeta and Goku. Vegeta gets a lot of harder hits in on Broly, but Goku show a lot more skill in evasion, throws, and redirection of hits. Once they finally fuse, they’re skillsets are GORGEOUSLY merged, with parries following into devastating hits.

I also loved the fucking wrestling announcer-esque voiceover in the soundtrack.

Speaking of the OST, ALL OF IT WAS GREAT. THE WHOLE THING WAS FUCKIN AMAZING. DAMN SON.

They went HEAVY with the fakeout auras. I’m pretty sure both Goku’s and Vegeta’s turned green at some point, and Goku flashed white for a hard second to tease that good good Ultra Instinct. Glad they kept that one on the backburner tho.

Broly’s copycatting, though somewhat limited, makes him parallel with Goku even better.

Another really interesting note that I only realized while writing this: Paragus was killed to bring and more of Broly’s power. Fitting.

The way the fucking sicced Broly on Frieza was Fantastic. The fact that Frieza got his shit stomped for the better part of an hour (in-universe) is also Fantastic.

The fucking dimension break was REALLY weird, and though Gorgeous, I hope it gets elaborated on (perhaps in the anime version)

It was a VERY interesting choice to have both Gogeta Blue and Broly Full Beast Mode not get big transformation scenes. I would’ve expected either one to be a huge, show-stopping moment, but no, they just kinda happened while they were in Chaos Space.

What a fucking magnificent way to have tension in the climax. “Will the Good Guys beat the Bad Guys” doesn’t really sell too well, we already know the answer. But “Will the sideline character be able to save Broly’s ass before he gets brutally murdered by the ‘Good Guy’”? I DIDN’T FUCKIN KNOW! I was actually on the edge of my seat hoping for Broly to Survive, and when his pupils came back just before that Kamehameha I thought the twist was gonna be they restored his sanity just before Gogeta dealt the final blow.

Broly and Goku are fightin buddies! Yay!!!!!

I know why, metatextually, they had Goku say “call me Kakarot”, but from an in-character perspective it’s... interesting? Usually he’s pretty intent on people calling him is Earth Name, but maybe contact with more Saiyans has lead him to want to keep reminders of his Heritage a bit more.

The use of lighting and coloration throughout the film was AMAZING. One of the moments that stood out to me was when King Vegeta mentioned how Broly’s power could eventually drive him Insane, it cut over to a vividly green Stained Glass window, with Green of course representing the aura of the Legendary Super Saiyan form. I really want to watch this movie a few more times to do a more detailed analysis of color, but that’ll have to wait until it’s posted somewhere online released on DVD. I’m not MADE of money folks.

I can’t think of anything else to say at the moment but I’ll probably have more later.

Hey anybody else notice that Capsule House only had one bed?

[srrrokka]

6, 20, and 35 for any of your characters

Send Me a Number and an OC and I’ll Answer

Okay so I’m gonna go with my main boi Tove Tidengren for this.

6. What do they look like?When he was a human he had lower-back long, platinum blond hair, but now his hair is rather short and blood red in colour. He is rather tall and thin, his complexion is very pale, he has lavender coloured streaks under his eyes - moved a little to the outside - that are actually another set of eyes that he keeps closed at all times. Three of his eyes have black whites and yellow irises with slitted pupils, the last one - left one - looks like... two red triangles pointing at each other?? A bit hard to explain, it’s kinda like an hourglass but not. I never figured out the “physics” of that so that’s a bit of a hand-wavy feature.

Other very identifiable feature is that he always wears gloves to hide the permanent blood stains on his palms :3c

He also has black markings all over his body but that’s a whole new category of this so I’m not gonna get into that and the lore of it. All you can see most of the time is only his neck being black so yeah.

20. Do they have a pet?Kind of...? He has “the Clutter” which is a couple of weird makeshift critters that he put together as an alchemy experiment, they are powered by souls of animals. Their names are Hutblut, Thimble, Al, Critter, and Rabbit.

Al is an alembic with Xenon inside which lights up due to the spirit providing energy close to electricity. His body is made of weirdly alive tangle of sticks that made something akin to a chest. He has 6 legs that don’t bend but sometimes grow leaves. His body is covered with an old piece of cloth. If Al stays on fertile ground too long he grows roots. Tic is mildly creeped out by him because he always smiles.

Hutblut involves a tiny (but loud) whistle, needles, hay, needle cushion and button eyes. He acts like a tiny watchdog and whistles when strangers comes into the house and throws himself (pointed ends first) under the intruders foot. He will also run in circles around Al whenever he grew stuck. Hutblut’s spirit was a corvid and he’s very smart and loyal.

Thimble is a pile of levitating stones connected with yarn. He has a thimble hat which he keeps losing because he has no eyes. Later Nor gives him crazy amounts of googly eyes which the small creature can’t control so when he moves they jump around. He has symbols on all three stones. When Thimble runs his stones clack together.

Critter is made of an old candle holder, a pocket watch, and something for legs. He likes when his candle is alight but Tic usually denies it due to INCREDIBLE fire hazard that Critter is. Tho usually Tic lights Critter at night and covers the top with a glass oil lamp cover (and maybe few iron weights….) so he doesn’t move around. If you put too big candle on Critter he will not be able to get up.The colour of the flame indicates his mood.

Rabbit is a taxidermy accident basically. He has a head of a rabbit in an acrylic block, spine of a snake, mantis arms, bird foot, cat leg, 3 legs of canine-feline thing, set of wing bones, a pair of ribs that is definitely not from a snake and a tail. His head is waaaay to heavy for him.

Here are pictures of Hutblut and Rabbit by Bid-Art C:

35. Do they own a plant?He actually has a garden where he grows herbs, fruit and veg, and stuff he uses for alchemy.

[janusthesneakysnakeboi]

Thoughts while watching the newest Cartoon Therapy

NOT SPOILER FREE. I WILL SPOIL THE EPISODE

This has been a warning

Ok after this video I am totally subscribing to this thing

YESSSSSSS

Aight I’ve seen some of the Avatar. Like a few years ago... is that ok?

OMG Larry playing the ukulele is amazing. Did they just come from Hawaii or something lol I love it 

ELLIOT!!!!!!! 

Wait... Joan is wearing a leather skirt? This is something i need in my life so much

TALYN HOLY SHIT YES 

i love my children ilovethemsomuchomfgicanteven

Larry me too. What are sports

Kai... That’s like... almost my name

Talyn looks so different without their glasses

POWERPULL GIRLS

L A R A N O L D???

Salmon Bagel? I haven’t even heard of that 

JOAAAAAN PLZ DONT LEAVE MY BBY

WHY ARE KAI AND ELLIOT SO RELATABLE

i love the cuts from one session to the next

Dot c’mon why’d you bring it up

Kai is meeeeeeeeeeeeeee

elliot...

you 

you gotta

talk to him

2:48? okay

Ok Dot i was on board at first

But the ending was a lot omg

Ok Picani accent? Where did this come from? 

“oh you have no idea” THAT FACE THO

PURE PATTON

Elliots face at 9:12

I love it

I love their relationship too

Can Picani be my therapist?

plz

Joan is so amazing

i love them

Larry k n o w s

EYE CONTACT KILLS A L L

Ok im just seeing the posters now and i love them all

AND EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED

ok so i definitely remember enough 

You say Aang, I say Aang

Wait aren’t those two waterbenders brother and sister?

if so plz tell me he won’t compare Larry and Dot to them

“Those who trip in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones”

“I don’t have an attitude” Said Kai, with an attitude

ME TOO KAI

GET THAT SLEEP 

YES

what am i doing

Larry why’d you put avatar in air quotes

OH MY GOD THAT BLEEP

Saki is a spice thing... right?

wait was joans tattoo always there? im so observant wow

SNOOPY YEET

I very much want that stitch poster

plz

good grief - yet another charlie brown reference i love it

“ya see this picani? take notes” “i cant see your pupils so” I love it 

i love the whole exchange

HERBERT OMG U POOR BBY

You can see the Logan coming out when Larry said nobody died in his version of Hamlet

AAAAAAnd there’s Patton right on cue with Dot

Why does their affection look so hard to watch

Animation makes you queasy? but like... picani is your therapist

Kai! So vulgar!!

who am i kidding i swear a lot too

“i just stopped trying to keep up” lol Dot

awww Kai

ok but like same with not doing crazy shit but anxiety instead?

i love the puns

LoRyN?

oof where’s the skip button on this add

wait there isnt one?

wait PAN COLORS

also THIS VID IS AN HOUR

there’s gotta be a shit ton of bloopers

Why does this remind me of the Delta Airlines John Mullaney story? 

Like the one where his girlfrient points out the obvious

yeah nobody likes the name Herbert

it makes me think of herbert hoover and he was a terrible president

Appalogy x 2

AYYY MORE PUNS

omg is this show on netflix

where can i binge this 

oh thank god thats the relationship he went with 

how does your gf not know your friends

my bffs bf knows all her friends

TALKING TO THE WRONG PERSON ABT GEEKINESS BEING BAD

plz dont say fortnite

YOU HAVE FOXES ON YOUR SOCKES

I LOVE SUPER SMASH BROS

omg yes Kai

damn that’s some big kid shit

seriously where’s the accent coming from

GREASE

Thomas you musical loving boi don’t bash em

Roman is a firey boi rn 

dammit now i cant stop hearing danny zuko

damn he got daddy issues

also yeah the picani = logicality fusion is hella accurate

elliots face was like “uh sure. i think my dad is the firelord”

“wow people who truly loved him. Cant relate” Ok so me too? and hun

wait you can’t just cut scenes like this

why am i thinking of voltron rn 

omg i love kai 

kai is mine now

oof picani got stumped

i can hear patton saying he will physically fight kai

i thought kai was gonna say like “who are you talking to” but instead the whole office cutaway thing was just unphasing

i love them all

omg so poetic picani

yes we can’t ignore the bisexuality

tHeRe’S nO wInNiNg On ChRiStMaS

AGAIN WITH THE ACCENT

I NEED TO KNOW

WHERE DOES IT COME FROM

i need that whole negative energy thing

Scooby Dooby Doo time? 

ok

Oh yes i know that

im totally a touch person

and yet my partner isnt irl ;-;

THE WIGGLE

PICANI HAS DONE IT

ok wait is larrys hat... not go over his whole head? like is it just a visor thing?

omg they are so excited about vacations lol

is that cave for copulation tho...

HE SING

HE PLAY

YES

that one SU episode where steven was playing music while lars and sadie were off being str8

wait dont the certain kingdoms only take one thing tho and those who use all 4 are avatars?

omg they’re both so excited abt cartoons together yay

why does the hand thing remind me of romans elbow thing in why do we get out of bed in the morning

oh no its almost over

aww hun test it at home first

dont jump in without testing it first

oof thats still easier said than done

the whole neutral thing

OK THIS ACCENT THING IS ACTUALLY A THING WAS THIS THERE LAST TIME

he k n o w s about stitch

THAT SMILE WHEN KAI SAID YES

me too picani

YES THAT IS A GR8 SKIRT

you were sitting on the pun this whole time omg

aaaaand here’s the end card

WAIT JOAN

Thomas omg yes

my children 

Thats all folks

[sheismental]

I’m trying to sleep, you shithead. PART II

| part one |

Pairing: Jason Todd x female reader.

Summary: Your neighbor, Jason, decides to blast classic rock music at 3 am in the morning, and you’re not to keen on that.

Request:  Hi! Could you please do this au with Jason? I love classic rock and I feel like Jason would blast it. “it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD”

Tagged: @natasha-baggins @lovingbabybird @queen-fighter @sarcasmismyfirstlove @cherrycat @agentsbarnes-parker @multifandombackpack @lampingtonthe3rd

WARNING: implied smut.

MASTERLIST

You’re overly exhausted when you return to your apartment, you unlock the door of your apartment and throw yourself in bed almost immediately. Your phone dings and you groan as you take your phone and check the message.

Clarissa: ‘Hey dumbass,,,get dressed, we are going out tonight xx’

You throw your head back into the pillow and groan, why did Clarissa pick out today - when all you wanted to do was sleep - out of all days.

You: ‘Forget it, Clary, i’m not in the mood.’

Clarissa: ‘It wasn’t a question tho?? there’s this nice ass bar and i got us some fine ass company for tonight. plEASE COME!.’

‘i will go to your house and bring you out, idc if you look like a witch, y/n.’

‘you have two hours, and we will pick you up.’

And the texts keep coming. You huff and stand up, glancing at the clock; 8:00pm, you had to look at least half decent tonight. No matter how tired you were and how much you wanted to strangle Clarissa. Clarissa was that co-worker that through the years became your friend, she was as lonely as you - Only difference is that she was looking for someone and you truly didn’t care.

You took a quick shower, and put on one of the nicest dress you owned; the skin tight red dress, Clarissa was very much familiar with it since you wore it everytime you two went out. You even take the time to curl your hair (a/n: if you have curly hair then it’s straighten) Once done with that you do your makeup and pair it with a red lipstick. 

Clarissa didn’t lie, at 10:00pm your phone starts ringing, she simply says ‘we are here’ and hangs up. You roll your eyes and walk out of your apartment in your black heels. As soon as you are out of the building, Clarissa whistles and motions you to twirl, you do it with a smug smile and then you see two guys besides her.

“You look hot!.” She compliments and kisses your cheek and you roll your eyes.

“You have seen me in this dress like a couple of hundred times.” You mumble and she chuckles.

“Yeah but they don’t know that.” She whispers in your ear and the turns to the two guys. “Okay Y/N, this is David Spellman and Isaiah Jones, they are our fine company tonight.” 

You mumble your hello’s. Clarissa couldn’t have picked worst dates, David looked like a total douchebag; Blond hair slicked back and that stupid cocky smile on his thin lips, and even worst he was clearly checking you out without any respect whatsoever. Isaiah wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that he was looking at Clarissa the entire time, his green eyes followed her everywhere. So there goes your chance of having a good time tonight.

You climb on the car which belonged to David, his cheap cologne filled the Porsche. You scrunch up your nose at the smell and try to make yourself comfortable on the leather seats. Your headache was only increasing and you simply hoped that the night will be over soon.

Arriving at the bar wasn’t much of a big fuss, when David’s hand touches your waist you flinch out of his touch, he notices this but keeps on trying to touch you in any way he can while you simply try to get out of his reach. 

The bar smelled like every other bar; Barf and beer. And although you weren’t a fan of that misxture your nostrils had become familiar with it. 

“Ohh let’s get some shots!.” Clarissa says excitedly and you nod feverishly, if alcohol could help make this night any faster you would certainly try it. 

“So Y/N...” David trails off and the mere sound of his voice makes you want to puke. You fake smile and hum. “What’s your favorite position?.” 

You want to slap him in the face so hard that it will make it rotate 360 degrees. 

“Excuse me?!.” You ask in disbelief. “Who do you think you are?.” You ask and he shrugs, with his drink in hand.

“It was a question! I was trying to get to know more about you-.”

“That’s not the way to do it.” You huff and share looks with Clarissa who looks at David disgustingly. 

You try to ignore it and turn back to face the bar. There’s a stage a couple of feet away and a crowd standing in front of it, you order a beer and drink it while you watch a band start to get ready on stage. You are so distracted by your thoughts when a cold hand touches your thigh, your eyes open wide and the beer slips off your hands, crashing on the ground with a thenderous sound causing many people turn to look at you. 

You turn to look at David (whose hand is still laying on your thigh), your face fillled with anger. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!.” You yell and as you lift your hand to slap him, you are interrupted by a fist colliding with David’s left cheek - making him stumble backwards and falling onto the ground. Your mouth falls open.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, understood you fucking idiot?!.” The man that hit David is kneeled beside him and he is grabbing him by the hair and shouting in his ear. David mumbles something and the man smashes David’s face against the ground. The man stands up and fixes his brown jacket before turning around. “Oh hello neighbor.” He smirks and your breath hitches.

“Ja-jason?.” You stutter and he nods. 

“Last time i checked that was my name.” He replies and approaches you, “You are still a little flustered, are you okay?.” He asks seriously, looking down at you, a geniune worried look on his face.

“I’m okay, i’m just trying to wrap my head around it.” You confess and let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. “I had it handled by the way but thanks.” You mumble and Jason snickers.

“I know you did, but i wanted to hit someone.” He replies and you stiffle a chuckle.”I can’t believe you would rather come to listen to the classic rock band with mister scumbag here-.” He points at David, who struggles to stand up. “-Than with me.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “This is the bar you told me about?.” He leans on the table of the bar and nods. “I had no idea, my friend dragged me here.” 

“Where’s your friend now?.” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“She probably left with her date.” You huff and order another beer.

Jason finally looks at you up and down and grins. “You clean up nice, neighbor.” He says and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Thanks for that god awful compliment, shithead.” You reply jokingly and take a sip of your beer. He clicks his tongue, and turns to face the bartender.

“Whiskey neat.” He blurts out, you take that time to stare at him. His brown leather jacket fits him perfectly, his biceps flex as he reaches for the glass of Whiskey and his white streaks fall on his forehead. “All jokes and unrequired sarcasm aside, you do look stunning Y/N.” He mumbles before taking a sip of Whiskey. You nod and something in your stomach turns.

“Thanks, Todd.” You mumble and look down at your hands. Jason bites his bottom lip. 

“Hey everyone! we are ‘Stick & Stones’ and we will be playing some classic rock tunes for you tonight, hope you enjoy.” 

The band starts playing ‘Sweet Emotion’ by Aerosmith and you chuckle to yourself.

“They are pretty good.” You mutter and Jason nods.

“I told you, they are amazing.” He says and glances at the band before looking at you. There are some bags under your eyes. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

You turn to face him and cock an eyebrow. “For being a shithead?.”

He grins. “Yes for being a shithead, it takes a lot of restrain for me not to be one and yesterday i didn’t even try not to be one.” He says and you nod understandingly. “And, pissing you off has become a very entertaining thing to do.” He says chuckling and you grin.

“I can tell, i’m glad i’m so amusing to you.” You say sarcastically and he licks his lips, there was something about you that made him feel lees on edge, it was strange - he thought -. Talking to you was so different and calming. 

“How do yo do it?.” He asks and you look at him confused. 

“Are you drunk yet, Todd?.” You ask and he shakes his head. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” He blurts out and quickly clears his throat and looks the other way. “Forget i said that.”  

Your eyes widen and then you laugh softly. 

“What if i don’t want to forget it?.” You ask teasingly and he looks at you, his blue eyes locking with you. You bite your bottom lip nervously, you truly had no idea if the alcohol had already kicked in or what was making you so attracted to Jason. Unless you had always been attracted to Jason and you disguised it with hostility.  

Jason leans in, your faces only inches away. You didn’t know it, but Jason was somewhat nervous. He connects your lips together and everything pieces together, his broad shoulders relax and your hands move up to the nape of his neck as his hands are placed strongly on your hips. His expert lips move against your clumsy ones, and the kiss becomes more lustful. You tug on his hair and he tries to stiffle his moan against your lips. You giggle and depart from his lips, his eyes are glued to his lips.

“Want to keep me up all night once again?.” You ask teasingly and he snickers; how could you drive him so crazy?.

“Only if you don’t yell at me and threaten to slap me again.” He replies and you hum. 

“I can do that.” You say and he catches your lips with his once again, biting your bottom lip slightly. 

That was the second night in a row where you didn’t get any sleep.

Here you guys go! hope this is good.

[rogue-snorunt]

Can I still be nosy? 7, 8, 16, 18, 19, 31, 43, 44

i’m shook because someone actually wanting to get to know my doofy ass ; u ;7. Do you have tattos?Yep! got 3 tho tech one is a two-parter: +The Great Chain from Bioshock with “A man chooses, a slave obeys” quote on left wrist.+ Assassins Creed feathered insignia from the second game on right wrist.+ White ink skeletal angler fish on right side of left calf with its angler wrapping around to left side turning into a branch in which a cute ass fluffy owl sits as its lure.8. Want tattoos?Yep, and I want to get more : Gene’s star tattoo from Outlaw Star; Cardinal and some Daisies ( nana and great nana’s spirit bird and favorite flower) and a crow (my favorite birb) done in a mixed style of abstract and geometric shapes. The Marker from Dead Space with possible “Altmen be Praised” But both a phobia of needles (ironic i know but the tattoos i have already I did as a sort of self forced exposure therapy) and money currently prevent them,16. I’ll love you if…You treat me like a decent human should treat others; give me food, are patient, I am able to relate to you due to similar likes and interests. 18, Most traumatic experience:strap in- this is gonna be long  and I apologize: 

three years old- dad chasing and holding me down and forcing piercing my ears with a needle and an ice cube.six years old - the cat I’ve had an lived since birth and was my only friend: scratching me in the face , it was my fault as I pulled his tail like dumbass kids tend to do, resulting in the cat running outside and getting ran over by my day. i lost my best friend and my right eye that day.16 years old - accidentally getting left behind at a gas station in new jersey because I had to pee and left my phone in the car.

17 years old - Let my fathers dog - Milkshake out before taking a quick shower only to get a knock on the door a few minutes later by a random dude who informed me he had hit Milkshake. there was nothing anyone could do and no place was open so on christmas day I laid in the snowy road with Milkshake while she choked on blood for a couple of minutes and than died.  19 years old - 3 months into driving, a deer running out infront of me and I swerved to miss it resulting me to go off the road on a steep guard rail-less hill. my car got air and I popped all four tires; the frame got shifted 4 inches to the right, bent the control arm, it flipped on its side and my 50 pound toolbox getting thrown my backseat, missing my head by a few inches and smashing into my windshield. my car landed a few feet from a metal pole in a ditch. the only reason I was able to get out was because I happened to have the sun roof open that day and managed to fit through it.   Instead of  going to the hospital after, like the intelligent person I am,  I just went home and slept for 3 days.22 years old - getting rammed from behind doing 75 on the highway by a white truck while trying to pass a semi-truck while driving home for the weekend from college. fishtailing then doing a couple 360′s managing to not hit the semi truck besides me or the truck behind me and stopping inches from hitting the guardrail, facing the opposite direction. again, did not go to hospital; went to my friends restaurant where I worked at the time and just went to sleep on the dining room floor.22 years old - crossing the crosswalk on my way to my friends restaurant and assuming the suv coming down the hill would abide by the laws of this land but instead getting double-tapped by an old lady.  No hospital - went to restaurant and went to sleep in the hallway to the house above the restaurant.23 years old - the head gasket in my 88′ Ford Bronco exploding while driving back to college on a dark and very stormy night. I had to stand in a downpour next to a giant fireball for 2 hours waiting for the cops to come.25 years old - moved to Wisconsin for a bit and while riding the bus to work, a man apparently disapproved of how I was sitting and punched me.Few months later a finch flew into our apartment building and I tried my best but it died in my hands.26 to 27 years old -  Moved back to new york; where my step mom died and her appearance at the wake still fucks me up.Than I began working at a bakery and worked with an unstable man who would black out; scream, throw and break equipment and threatened to hurt/ kill me and lock everyone inside the bakery and burn it.and finally 27 years old: on january 31st - my friend was driving me home before a bad snowstorm hit and we hit black ice and slammed into a tree. the airbag broke my hand; face and glasses and fucked up my ribs, left lung and have a damaged nerve in my neck. The feeling of getting the air knocked out of you and not being to breath and the agony of trying to was the worst pain i’ve ever experienced  in my life and I was in and out of the hospital for 5 years with pancreatitis, kidney stones and infection, ulcers and organ shut downs all at the same time. last: having to put my dog with prostate cancer down after he wasn’t getting better. he died in my lap and it still haunts me.19: a fact about your personality take away the silly manner of speaking and vocab; puns and dumb jokes, pop culture references and goofy mannerisms : I’m just a dumb emotional asshole. 31. Last text message“I can’t help that I’m a slut for grade a memes and maple candy, stop shaming me”43. Sexiest person who comes to mind:tbh, i havent had a thought like this but now that I am @life-is-no-sugarlicking ‘s roy ; gage , dean winchester and ryan goslin come to mind.44. random fact:alot of food advertised as gluten free is naturally so already. Companies like advertising that and repackaging it to sell at a higher price just because they slapped “GLUTEN FREE!” on something they been selling already for years. and its a trap alot of people newly diagnosed with celiac’s are victim too.   Rice; Veggies, Meats, Potatoes, Corn starch, Corn Tortillas, Cheerios, Rice Chex, Fruits, marshmallows, chocolate and gummi worms/bears/etc, also oatmeals are naturally gluten free so you don’t need to buy that special overpriced junk.if it requires a rue (thickener like in gravies and chowder) / is a soup/ requires a binder such as meatballs and meat loaf/  needs to be baked or fried / beer or other alcohol like that  = 99% chance its gluten, don’t eat it! vodka; rum; tequila, i believe gin and apple ale are all gluten free.you can use corn starch in lieu of flour for making gravies and soups Advice? Read the labels for everything. Personally, as long as it doesnt actually contain wheat/wheat by products or gluten, I can have things with “MAY contain..” but everyone is different and more sensitive than others. just be careful and read everything. (soy sauce and corn pops are fucking traps because soy sauce is alot of the times made with soy AND WHEAT so check!!! and corn pops are shitheads because you think “oh! CORNpops! I must be able to have it! cause its CORN pops! FRIGGIN CORN-POPS! CORN!!” NO YOU CANT BECAUSE THOSE SNEAKY MUTHAFECKERS USE WHEAT AS LIKE THE 2ND INGREDIENT AND I AM REALLY SALTY ABOUT IT) 

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

lol same, idk how some people are so calm and cool when the slightest inconvenience comes their way- i could never. :( that sucks ass, but i hope soon everyone will be able to get outside and interacting again. have you been able to have small outings, like walks or smth? fresh air- even in your backyard- is very important.

oh thats cool that we have a similar technique! i definitely agree, sometimes when a story is just not interesting i drag my feet on the way to write it, and when i do write, it tends to be less enjoyable and of lower quality than when im motivated and excited about it. do you have any tips for getting that momentum going? im trying to update my fic acc but there just never seems to be a time ;n;

yeah i totally agree, it can be very awkward, especially when the idols people are obsessing over are young. like nikki from enhypen, i love that boy like hes my child, and would lowkey kill a man to be able to tell him that, but it makes me very *uncomfy* to see people making edits and raving about how hot he it, like- my guy is 15 years old, give him some space. i mean, im in a glass house as well, so i probably shouldnt be throwing stones, but like, can people not wait until the idol is not a minor anymore? smh that does bring up the whole "companies should wait until the idols arent children (cough boy story cough) before they debut issue" but if we get into that then well be continuing this discussion long after the aforementioned idols have gone into military service so anywaysss

*sigh* i guess y/n and chan will never be happy since their benevolent (or malevolent) creator cant seem to write something without angst/major character death/heartwrenching endings (/j) tbh, fair and valid, i dont think there could be anything other than the perfect sweet as a supermarket bought cupcake ending and that honestly wouldnt have fitted the story/character arc as well as your writing style and the mood of the song as well, so as much as it tears me apart (/hj) i think its better you leave it like that

no problem, i didnt want the schedule to be a cause of anxiety for you at all, so if its making you stress then feel absolutely free to toss it all out the window, ill just check a bit more often

goddamn this was long, sorry

<3 w.a. 🐺

i guess people that are calm when met with inconveniences just have been raised to deal with it on the spot. or they might be panicking internally and aren't too vocal about it. i used to be able to handle anything easily but i got more anxious in quarantine e.e we can technically get out? but i have strict parents and there was only ever one friend who could 'break' me out of my house. he's not here rn atm so i can't go out with my friends as much as i used to. i still go out tho but with my fam.

yeah writing is supposed to be fun! so yeah if non-chronological works for you, what’s stopping you? when i feel really stuck i stop entirely and usually inspiration comes back in a day or two when i feel rested. i also start reading again. idk how it helps me but after picking up a book suddenly i can write again :’ ) also listen to music? if you’re the type to pick inspo off tracks.

bro i can’t even look at anyone under ‘00 in that way so i don’t get why people thirst (like explicit thirst) over m*nor idols like ??? doesn’t it smell like p*do here skdjfs it’s ok to admire them for looks to a certain extent but know your limits. kids really shouldn’t be put in an industry that wild tbh but that’s how their industry has been :/ i doubt it’ll ever change.

HEY. i have written fluff fics >: ( i have like 3 for chan specifically. but fr tho, i just can’t see fluff and a team in the same sentence. i could write a flangsty scene, i have thoughts and a draft but no inspo unfortunately. 

anw, don’t apologize for long asks. i love them i just take a while to reply back AHAHA i actually saved this ask for tonight because THOUGHTS ON THE ALBUM?@#!?