#I hate that stupid goofy old man

[biomecharnotaurus]

The low poly dragon from Quake and Maledict the cringe scientist edgelord from Doom 3 had better wing membranes than both the dragons from Skyrim and the wintherins from Doom Eternal 😭

[springcatalyst]

The Promise (2005)

[tootiecakes234]

Katsuki’s POV:

I fucking hate myself. I was never supposed to become this type of sick idiot.

But here I am, across the room staring at her because she’s laughing, and it’s one of those full body laughs. She’s not trying to cover her face or stifle it at all. Sometimes she gets self conscious about her laugh being too weird or too loud but she couldn’t give two fucks about that right now and I physically cant tear my eyes away from her.

I’m aware that Eijirou is talking to me, but I’m not hearing anything he’s saying. It’s not until Denki’s face pops up in my line of vision that I finally snap out of what ever fucking trance the temptress had put on me.

“Baku-bro you should really close your mouth before something flies in it.” Denki says with a goofy grin on his face.

“Yea well, you should close your mouth before I shove my fist in it dumbass.”

“Hey, leave him alone. He’s in love.” And Eiji bumps his shoulder up against me. “It’s super manly.”

“Do you idiots ever shut up and mind your business?” I shout because I hate being called out about her. I swear I’m trying my best to not follow her around like a lost puppy but all that does is have me tracking her around with me eyes like a goddamn stalker.

“Dude, no one is saying it’s a bad thing. She’s super hot. Sometimes you can’t help but stare at her.” Denki says with a smirk on his face. He’s goading me. “ but you know what’s better than staring… touching. I might just run over and give her a big old hu- woah dude. I’m kidding calm down.”

My hands grabbing the front of his shirt and I can feel the sparks about to start flying from my hand. Then I feel a soft hand on my forearm and the effect she has on me is immediate.

I cut my eyes over and catch her smiling at me and just like that the sparks stop because I’ll be damned if I ever do anything that might end up hurting her.

“Kats… what have we said about hurting our friends….. they may be stupid but that doesn’t give us a right to kick their asses right???” She’s speaking slowly like she’s trying to talk down a jumper.

“Yea Kats. Don’t beat up your friends.” Denki’s smug voice caused my hand with his shirt to clench a little tighter.

“Denki dude. You’ve gotta cut it out before he murders you.” Eiji says that like he’s trying to help but the asshole is also snickering.

Then the hand on my forearm slides up my arm, across my chest and ends up wrapping around my neck and that’s it. She’s got me.

“Come on bub. I’m hungry, let’s go get food. Leave the evil men to cause chaos amongst themselves.” Then she’s pulling me away and all I can do is follow.

I turn my head quick tho and shout, “watch your back dunts face. I still owe you an ass whoopin!”

“Yea yea lover boy.” And his friends chuckle behind him.

And that’s what i am now isn’t it? It’s what she’s turned me into. A man so deep in fucking love that all she had to do was say the word and I’d fall to my fucking knees for her.

This shit is so embarrassing🙄

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[bluecollarmcandtf]

Bros, Bros, and more Bros

I made a mistake! My cousin told me about this fortune teller that cast a spell on him. Apparently, it made every man he ran into act like a fatherly figure in his life. I had an awesome dad, but I've always struggled to connect with guys my own age, so I tracked the witch down and begged her for another spell. She eventually came around, but the effects aren't quite what I expected...

"Sup, dude! Wanna skip and hit the park?"

My eyes stretch wide to take in the sight of my own father, carrying a skateboard over his shoulder like it's the most natural thing in the world. He's been acting like this for weeks; not washing his hair, barely even washing himself, and constantly wearing that stupid cap backwards. He's lost any sense of his old self!

"Dad, it's Monday. You've got work," I reply, not wanting him to piss his boss off.

"Work blows!" he sneers, "I hate wearing this stupid tie, and I'd rather hang with you, bro."

I sigh as my father tosses down his skateboard and extends a palm, pulling me into a cliche bro-hug where he claps me on the back. My dad used to give out hugs all the time, but it was never as performatively masculine as this. All this stupid curse did was turn my father into an 40 year-old frat guy.

"You're going to work," I say firmly, "And I'm going to school. We can play videogames or whatever when we get back later tonight."

"Bruuhhh!" he groans, "Fine. I'll catch you later, dude. There's pizza in the fridge if you want."

The idea of leftover pizza this early in the morning makes my stomach ache. My dad used to cook an entire meal every morning, complete with fruits and veggies. Now, he'd probably settle for a bag of chips.

The man leaves the skateboard behind and grabs his suit jacket, pulling it on with an attitude. He gives me one last head nod before bounding out of the house, hair flowing behind him. I imagine it's only a matter of time before my dad's boss is fed up with his new persona. I can't imagine a bro-personality is very conducive to getting work done in a corporate office. Hopefully, he'll mature soon.

With an empty stomach, I saunter out of the kitchen and walk to campus. I'm grateful to live close to the university. Hopefully, my curse won't get in the way of my day.

"Hey, how's my favorite student doing, bro?"

My professor yells and breaks into a goofy grin at the sight of me. I close the door to his office to give us a bit of privacy. Mr. Carlton only acts like this when I stop by, so his colleagues would be shocked to see such a drastic shift in his usually stoic personality.

"I'm good, Professor Carlton," I say, "I wanted to check on my grade for this course."

"No need to be so formal, dude," he smiles, clapping me on the back, "You can call me Daniel. Want a drink? I have some bourbon."

"I'm good. I really just-"

"Relax, bro," my professor says, shoving a glass in my hand, filled to the brim, "This is good stuff. I save it for special occasions, so sit down! Kick your shoes off! I don't care!"

The department head pulls off his suit jacket and leans back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk and stretching his arms behind his head. I'd never seen the man act so unprofessional, but ever since the curse, he's started treating me like his closest buddy.

"Professor...sorry...Daniel, I just wanted to hear about my grade."

"I got you, bro!" he laughed, "Just keep doing what you're doing. I don't care if you don't show up!"

My shoulders relax. That's what I want to hear. It's not that I don't want to attend his lectures, but the last time I did, he started acting like a jackass in front of the entire class of 50 students. His presentation went from ancient monetary systems to ratings of best celebrity nip-slips. It's a miracle he didn't get fired!

"Ok, good. I have to go," I say checking the time, "And you have class in 20 minutes."

"Shit, I know," he groans and gulps down the rest of his booze, "Another day another dollar, I guess. When can we hang out, man? Tonight? I really wanna hang out with my guy."

"Nope, sorry!" I tense up and grab my backpack, "Good luck with the lecture."

"Right on, bro," he holds a sad hand up for a high-five, swallowing the rest of the drink he poured me.

I give my tipsy professor a halfhearted clap and scamper out of the office as quickly as possible. These interactions make me cringe so hard when a grown man acts young and cool for me. It's especially awkward to see such a respected individual sink to such a low level. What would we even do if he came over?

"Dude! Long time, no see!"

In the hallway, I run into the football coach and two of the team's best players. The three of them look like they're getting back from an early morning conditioning session. They're all sweaty, panting, and happy to see me.

"Oh, hey," I muster, feeling increasingly less cool around these jocks. I hate to admit it, but guys like this wouldn't give me the time of day before I got that bro-curse.

"Hey, man! You gotta come hang out with us," the brunette grins, "The team's still changing, but you're cool to come in the locker room!"

"Yeah, bro!" the blonde quickly adds, "We'd love to have you in there!"

My heart pounds faster and faster. This is why I've never been able to connect with guys my own age. I find myself boning up every time they look in my direction. Now that these two athletes are practically begging for me to join them in the locker room, my erection is bursting out of my pants!

"We can take care of that too," the coach suddenly mentions, pointing a finger at the tent I'm trying to hide in my crotch.

"What?" I stammer with a dry mouth.

"What do you think bros are for?" the coach continues, clapping his two players on the back, "My boys would be happy to help a brother out!"

The two football jocks nod. It feels like I'm dreaming, and I don't know what to do. Before I can decide, the two athletes have approached and grabbed me by the arm. Their grips are firm, and I realize I'm being escorted into the changing room whether I like it or not!

"Who's this guy?"

My stomach drops as I enter the locker room, finding an array of footballers in different states of dress. They all glance up at me with confusion, like I'm not supposed to be there, but then their faces soften. The gypsy's magic sets in, and they don't see a stranger when they look at me. They see their bro.

"Oh, it's you, bro," the same jock says, letting down his guard. I think I recognize him as the quarterback.

"Oh yeah, dude!" the massive lineman stands up and pulls me into a sweaty hug, "Glad you're here!"

"That's right guys," the brunette at my side says, still holding me tightly in place, "Our best bud is here, and he needs some attention."

My face flushes as I suddenly remember the problem poking out between my legs. By now, the entire football team is staring at it. If anything, it's only become more rock solid.

"Let me take care of that for you, bro," the quarterback says, grabbing my crotch without any hesitation.

"Move, I'll do it," says the lineman, pushing the quarterback out of the way and getting on his knees. He opens his mouth wide and-

"Shut up, all of you!" the coach suddenly roars! The locker room falls silent: these athletes are really well trained. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right. Line up!"

"Yes, coach!"

The jocks back up and form a line in front of the lockers. Even the blonde and brunette that were holding me, release and join the rest of the team on the bench. Suddenly, I'm standing with the coach, looking at an entire team of well-disciplined football players. My throbbing erection is very apparent and pointing right at the small crowd of muscular men.

"Our bro deserves to be kept satisfied, right?" the coach slams a hand on my back.

"Yes, coach!" they shout back.

"So we don't just want to get our boy off once and move on, now do we?" he punctuates his question with another slap, this time lower on my back.

"No, coach!"

"We're going to set up a system for us to get him off whenever he needs it!"

"Yes, coach!"

The broad-shouldered and balding coach gives me one more slap, clapping me on the ass this time while staring into my eyes. "I'm gonna have my boys take turns sucking you off, bro. You just tell me which one's your favorite. Sound cool?"

I manage to mumble my assent, and with one look from coach, the quarterback is on his knees crawling towards my crotch. He pulls down my pants and unleashes my aching hard-on. "I got you, bro," he says, before putting his mouth to work.

After a few minutes, the coach pulls the jock off my pole and orders the linebacker to get busy. Before long, it's the brunette's turn, then the blonde's. I cycle through all 30 of the team's exceptional players, and I've gotten off more than just a few times. It's impossible to choose a favorite.

At the end of it all, the coach pushes the last player aside and says, "My turn, bro," before opening his mouth as wide as he can.

The entire football team watches as I spend the next 15 minutes just filling their coach's eager throat. When I'm finally done, I feel completely spent. I swap numbers with each jock and am repeatedly promised that they will be available whenever I call, but it isn't enough. They want to hang out with me now. They want to go out and party. I find it too difficult to say 'no' to a group of 30 eager athletes, so I let them sweep me up and take me to the nearest bar.

Needless to say, we end up causing a bit too rowdy of a scene.

"I got a complaint about a bunch of college idiots causing a ruckus. Would that be you?"

The officer was all business when he first walked in the bar. My football bros were dancing and yelling, barely even paying attention to the policeman scowling at the wild scene in front of him. He looked pissed, and his glare only softened when it found me.

"Woah, didn't know you were here, man," the cop says, cracking a slight grin on his hardened face.

"Well, I am!" I cry, feeling the effects of all the drinks my bros had been buying for me, "You should forget about work and party with us!"

"You got it, dude! Screw this badge!" the officer yells, pulling me into a tight embrace. I guess the bro-curse even works on law-enforcement!

Just like that, I'm dancing with a policeman in the middle of the dance floor. He doesn't have any moves, but he loosens up after we get some beer down his throat. The football team loves watching the cop party right alongside them. Apparently, this guy has broken up many of their parties in the past.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

The officer gulps down his seventh beer and slams the glass on the floor. It breaks, but the shattering is largely drowned out by the music. His onlookers go wild, but I can see the intoxication on his face. Beer is plastered around his mouth and dripping down his neck to soak into his uniform. I doubt this man has ever been this drunk in uniform before.

He stumbles over and throws a muscled arm over my shoulder, "Come here, bro. Let's do some shots or something!"

"I think it might be time to call it a night, officer," I yell in his ear.

"Oh, screw that!" he whines, "And don't call me officer! It's so formal!"

"Ok, what should I call you?"

"I dunno..." he mutters, "Buck! Call me Buck. That's what my wife calls me."

I roll my eyes at the mention of his wife. Of course this guy is taken. He's a complete stud of man. I've always liked a guy in uniform.

"How'd you like to come home with me tonight, Buck?" I ask sheepishly.

He lights up, "Bro, I thought you'd never ask!"

The cop grabs my arm with a wicked grin and stomps his way towards the door, dragging me along like I'm the prize he won at a fair. The players on the football team all stare at him with envy, mad that he's stealing their new best friend away for the night. I could see how badly each one of the jocks wished they were the one having a sleepover with me tonight.

"Hop in, I'll drive," officer Buck slurs his words and gestures to the police cruiser with his free hand.

"I think I'll handle the driving, if that's alright," I say, "Just hand over the keys."

"Anything for you, bro."

"Looks like someone got lucky!"

"Oh my God. Dad you're still up?"

"Bro, you said you'd play videogames tonight and then you never showed! What was I supposed to do?" he retorts, unbothered by the late hour or the cop hanging on my arm.

"You have to go to work in 4 hours!" I scream, "And you haven't even changed out of today's work clothes! What are you thinking?"

"Chill, bro," my dad says, turning to the drunk policeman holding my hand, "Take him to the bedroom and show him a good time. I'm sure you were going to, but the dude could use some extra help relaxing tonight."

The sound of my own father encouraging the man I brought home to 'show me a good time' makes me question everything again. My dad just witnessed his son bringing home a cop that's the same age as him. He doesn't even care! I want to tell him to grow up and be the man I used to know, but Buck is already jerking on my arm.

"Let's go, bro," he mumbles lowly, using his strong arms to drag me into the bedroom.

"Enjoy your new cop friend, bro!" my father calls and I hear the sounds of his videogames start back up.

I barely have time to worry about any of it. Has this curse gone too far? Will my dad make it to work tomorrow? Does Buck have a wife I need to worry about!?

It all goes away when I'm thrown on the bed. The intoxicated officer flips the lights down low, and stumbles in front of me. He may be drunk, but he is certainly not a disappointment. The cop stares down at me as he rips his state-issued hat off and unbuttons his dark uniform shirt, all the while moving his hips to the beat of gunfire from dad's videogame in the living room.

With his hairy chest exposed, he crawls on top of me and whispers in my ear, "Where do you want me to start? Us bros gotta look out for each other, don't we?"

[r0-boat]

Aaaa Happy birthday to our beautiful princess

I will probably be choked out because I posted another king on the ruler of envy's birthday XD

Anyways enough yapping

Leviathan NSFW ALPHABET

Cw: breeding, marking, choking, slight branding, chokers and collars.

(Asmodeus Leviathan beef)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you want aftercare you're probably going to be disappointed. Levi has never had soft touch in his life. He didn't even know there was such a thing until he flinched away from your touch when you ran your fingers through his hair.

After you explain what it is, he rolls his eyes and tells you it seems stupid(He didn't tell you to stop either). The next time the two have sex, he starts holding you closer and awkwardly press his lips against your neck and shoulders. Don't acknowledge his cuddling, or else he will stop immediately, Turns out he's quite fond of your gentle touch

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

There's two body parts that he absolutely adores He loves your neck, He likes watching the subtle movements He likes The fact that he could leave marks as visible as possible and as dark and big as he wants to. He likes cute little noise you make when he wraps his hand around it.

He also likes your eyes, He will never ever admit how beautiful your eyes are to him. When you catch him looking at you Leviathan rips his gaze away even though all he wants to do is stare into your eyes. He wants all of your attention on him all the time He wants those beautiful eyes to be on him constantly.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you or on you. Marking you with his seed. He has been trying to fuck you deeper ever since Asmodeus came back to hell.

His mind is poisoned with thoughts of how much cum that stinky freak has pumped inside you. He hates being jealous of that disgusting piece of trash, but he can't help it when all he thinks about is the time he stole you away doing who knows what.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Most the time the sex you have with Levi is emotionally charged, rough and needy.

But Leviathan often thinks about what it feel like to make love to you. To have you in His arms as if you were the only one for him and to have you look at him like he was your one and only.

To be so infatuated with each other, that nothing else matters but the two of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's Not as experienced as you may think. A lot of his movements are more primal and driven by his pure need. He doesn't know how to pleasure you to make you feel good. But he learns over time because he wants to know your body so well that you only come to him.

How does he know how to pleasure you from the beginning? Beel talks a lot even Sometimes giving him unwanted advice...

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, He wants to see your face contort and pleasure and he wants you to look at him reminder of what he is doing to you and who is making you feel this good. He'll also take any other position that makes his cock reach as deep as possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No, He will shut you up with his hand or his mouth if you ever joke with him when he's balls deep inside you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has a routine. That man is as smooth and as bald as glass

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No he doesn't and he doesn't know how That doesn't mean he doesn't try. It's just old habits are hard to break.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Leviathan tries so hard not to masturbate to you. He tries so hard to ignore his hard cock and to push away the dirty images of you lying beneath him or straddling him.

He's so pent up from holding back, all it takes is one risky text of your bare body and he will come barreling toward you at rapid speeds ready to fuck you until you're soul leave your body.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The power he holds over you when his hand wraps around your delicate supple neck. And The power he gives you when you do the same.

When something is around that neck it's not just power It feels like he's claimed you in some way. That little mark that Asmodeus put just underneath your tummy... He hates everythings about it all the time It makes him want to mark you in some way... leaving something more permanent

Other than choking, Leviathan loves marking you and he loves breeding. Feeling you up so full too His seed is flowing out of you. Scratching the deepest part of his brain that he is claimed you and the most primal way a human can be.

His darker desires of putting a baby in you doesn't help... The idea of making Asmodeus jealous taking the one thing he wants more than anything but can't have is so tempting...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or a closed off space He will not fuck you anywhere else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fastest thing to get him into your pants is jealousy which is crazy because he's always jealous.

However, a personal headcanon of mine is that Levi likes little trinkets around your neck.

One time, you wore a choker,and all he could do was stare at it. With a intense desire to play with it between his fingers and it's not just chokers, collars and necklaces are also very nice.

Chokers collars and necklaces or any little jewelry that goes around your neck is jis biggest weakness

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

HE WILL NOT SHARE YOU. If you want him to even tolerate another demon in the same bed as him it better be an act of God.

HE WILL NOT HAVE ANY OTHER DEVIL SEE OR TOUCH YOUR NAKED BODY. If you ever tell him to have sex in public he will get mad just for you mentioning that. "What are you hoping for someone to see you?? Who is it??"

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Levi rather receive because he doesn't know how to give 😭 He doesn't want to be made fun of by you but he doesn't know how to practice otherwise.

Don't worry though He has the enthusiasm believe it or not once he has a taste of you he'll be addicted.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

All his movements are primal and irregular, fast and rough He fucks you like an animal in heat constantly trying to chase his orgasm to fill you up fuck you through his orgasm and then fill you up again. There is no ounce of tact in his movements.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Leviathan does not understand quickies.

He does not get them and he doesn't care to. If he has you then all other events are delayed until he's finished. Of course if you're the one who demands him to stop he will although not without complaining. And then he'll fuck you even harder once he's alone with you. As payback

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No❤️

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's average of The demon kings but still excellent for regular demons, He doesn't last as long as say Satan, Mammon or God forbid Asmodeus/Beelzebub. Your body will only be sore for a couple days when he's done with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No❤️ He's so petty he'll get toys modeled after his own dick. And still get jealous of them. He has found your vibrator or dildo and flushed it or threw it out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hes teasing is not goofy with naughty words that will make you shudder like Beel, His teasing is borderline punishment because it is. stop thinking of other men >:(.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His room is soundproof because he is loud. He has to remind himself to hold back but recently he's been neglecting that entirely only quieting his moan so he could hear yours.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Not NSFW bear with me: you'll never know how often he romanticizes his relationship with you. His heart pumps in his chest as his mind wanders off when he's doing paperwork about him being the only man in your life giving you flowers taking you out on dates doing all the other useless romantic stuff that couples do.How he aches to feel that wholesome, innocent experience of love.

He's jealous that other devils, especially kings, could experience such innocent gestures. He doesn't know how to show love how traditionally devils show love... And he hates a certain human he'd rather not utter their name that he experienced childhood and innocent love with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is so beautiful What the fuck, too bad his dick size is canonically the smallest of the kings lmao. (And the only one we can safely take ish)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Yes, His sex drive is the third highest tying with Beel The second being Lucifer and Asmodeus obviously being the first

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No, He has a country to run, so he doesn't have the luxury to cuddle up next to your small body and fall asleep with you in his arms. Still, he will be there to order his subordinates to clean you up, not before putting one of his robes around you after doing a few things he will be back for either a second round or something a little more wholesome.

[reareaotaku]

Good Morning

Summary: You tell Ford 'Good Morning' everyday, too scared to say anything to him even though you have a crush on him, but one day you say nothing- taking him by surprise Tw & Cw: Older Man/Young Woman, Slight Jealousy, Slight possession, Reader's in College, Stan being a dick [Though what's new] Linktree 4 the People of Palestine [If I made a sequel I would call it 'To Good at Goodbyes'] Word Ct: 2k+

Inspired by: An Unrequited Love and Good Morning Wishes [They ended it with Angst and I didn't like that]

You had never really had attractions towards older men that could be your grandfather, but Ford was different. He wasn't like other old men. He was active and full of life- He was like a young man in an old man's body and you found that attractive.

He was one of the only reasons you worked at the Mystery Shack, cause it sure wasn't for the shitty pay or Stan being a dick. Actually- He was the only reason you worked here. You sure weren't coming out of your way to see Stan. Just the thought alone made you shiver.

Though you instantly lit up when hearing a door in the back open- The one behind the vending machine [You didn't question it]. You straightened up and looked towards where you knew he was going to enter.

He had his head in one of his books, a journal perhaps? and you were quick to pipe a 'Good Morning, Mr. Pines'. He doesn't look up, but returns the gesture with a 'Good Morning, Y/n.'

You liked when Ford said your name. It made your body feel all hot and tingly, like something was twirling inside of you. It made you feel special- Even if it was nothing. It was just a name.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Stan coming in and you quickly took your eyes off his twin brother because if there was one thing you knew is that Stan would yell about you staring at Ford, which would successfully embarrass you.

For twins, they couldn't be more different. While Ford was handsome, active, charming, intelligent, respectful, etc, Stan was... well Stan. He had his own charm, sure, but nothing like Ford. Ford was perfect in your eyes.

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You sat in your class, your mind going elsewhere when the professor was talking. You knew you should have been listening, but how could you when you knew a man like Ford. God, he was such an intelligent man. You bet he could have passed this class in just a few days. Maybe you should ask him for help in class? That could be a conversation starter... But what if he said no?

God, you wished you could just read his mind or say what he wanted to hear. Why couldn't you just be the same age? Why did you have to be over 40+ years younger than him? Your mother should of had you sooner- Or maybe your grandma? Doesn't matter, you just wanted his attention.

Speaking of attention, you wished you had been giving more of it to class, because you were startled when the professor called your name.

"Penny for your thoughts, Ms. L/n?"

You look up at him surprised, before realizing it was just you and him and everyone was gone. You shook your head, before rubbing the back of your neck, "I don't think my thoughts are worth that much."

"Well, something is occupying your mind."

"Just missing home, I guess."

"Well, try to focus more. You have so much potential and I'd hate for it to go to waste because of your attention span."

"Of course. Thank you, sir."

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"Good morning, Mr. Pines."

Ford stops, looking towards you, "You know, Y/n, you can call me Ford. Mr. Pines makes me feel so old around you."

You blush, a stupid grin overtaking your face. "Of course, Mr. P- Ford.." You were so happy, because that was the most he had ever spoken to you. Maybe he did like you, too? No, he was probably just being friendly.

"Get that goofy-ass look off your face and get back to work," Stan yells throwing a newspaper, that you narrowly avoided.

A frown quickly overtake your face and you rolled your eyes, before responding to Stan. "You have such a way with words, Stan. It's a wonder you're not more popular with the ladies."

"That's what I've been saying for years," He replies, ignoring your sarcasm and it just causes you to roll your eyes and shake your head.

---

Watching your short interaction with his brother made Ford a little jealous. He told you that you can call him Ford, but you just call Stan by his name without any problem? Did you like Stan more than him? No, Ford shook his head. There was no way any woman would like Stan more than someone else, much less him. Besides, Ford felt a connection between the both of you, he just hopes it wasn't one sided.

---

You turned your head, smiling, expecting a customer, but it was Ford. Your customer-service smile quickly turned to a real smile. "Good afternoon, Ford."

Without missing a beat, he repeats the phase back to you, "Good after to you as well, Y/n."

You sighed, watching him leave, wishing he'd just start the conversation and finally take the initiative... Though, you doubted he felt anything for you- at least not in the same way you feel. Maybe it was just best to move on and date someone your age... Or- You looked over to Stan who was conning some poor tourist and shook your head. Yeah, someone your age to be realistic.

----

You sighed, fiddling with a pen. The Shack was empty, which wasn't common for all of Stan's scams, but you liked the quiet. Though, with your mind focused on the pen you didn't even notice that Ford passed by you- Multiple times.

While you didn't take notice of him, Ford did take notice of you and was a little confused when you didn't say anything to him. He was going to say something to you, but he didn't want to catch you in a bad mood, so he decided to let you have your day, even if he missed your little greetings.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?"

You looked over at Stan, confused on why he was being a dick. "What?"

"You're not doing anything! I'm not paying you to sit around."

"Uh, there's no one here. Besides, you don't pay me that much ingeneral- In fact, I think you're paying me below minimum wa-"

"You know what, let's just call it a night and all head out before we say something stupid," He laughs which just causes you to sigh and roll your eyes, before getting up and turning the closing sign.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow Stan... Unless you die in your sleep." You whisper the last part under your breath, hoping he didn't hear it, but he seemed to sense you were shit talking.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" You quickly shake your head after turning to him. "Nothing. Just a good night."

"Hmm.. Good night, Y/n. Don't get arrested."

"I'll try."

You left the store, heading to your car, thankful that the day was over. Now you had to head to class.

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"What was that?"

Stan looks over to his brother, confused. "What?"

"You and Y/n. I didn't know you were close..."

"Close?" He laughs, before realizing Ford was not joking. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."

"It's a good thing you don't know any better."

Stan lets out a huff, before taking a sip of his beer. "What's got your panties in a twist anyway?"

"She didn't say anything to me. She always says something to me."

"Maybe she didn't notice you."

"She noticed you."

"I'm a hard guy to miss- Unless you're my ex-wife," Stan laughs at his joke, not taking Ford seriously at all.

"Ugh. You're an idiot." Ford walks past his brother, going back to his room.

"Don't go fucking my workers, Ford!" Stan yells at him, but Ford chooses to ignore him.

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You watched the clock, thrilled when it finally hit five and it was your chance to leave. You hadn't seen Ford all day, which had surprised you, but you were glad. You knew you wouldn't be able to keep yourself together if you were around him.

You go to reach for your bag, only for the strap to break and all your books to fall out. You curse under your breath going to reach for them, when you see someone beat you to it.

"How to Be Sort of Happy in Engineering School?"

You blush, taking the book from him. "Uh, it's stupid."

"I don't think it's stupid. I didn't know you had a passion for engineering."

"Eh, my dad's an engineer and he wants me to follow in his footsteps."

He hums, grabbing your other books and putting them on the table. "Well, what would you want to do?"

"What... do I want to do? I don't know... No one has ever asked... But, if I had to choose, maybe be like you."

Ford feels his throat tighten and a blush overcome his face. It felt weird for you to say such a thing, especially since you were ignoring him the past. Speaking of which, Ford decides now was the perfect time to confront you.

"Are you okay?"

"What?" You looked at him confused where the question came from. It was totally out of left field.

"You've been acting... different. I feel like you've been avoiding me or something. Maybe it's just me."

"Uh, it's nothing- Just school is on my mind a lot so I guess I can be... uh airheaded?" You tilt your head, not feeling that you were expressing your thoughts right, even though he wasn't totally wrong. "It gets pretty stressful- School I mean- Not talking to you!" You awkwardly laugh and Ford just smiles, before nodding.

"Ahh, yes. Of course. My apologies."

"Don't sweat it, man."

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Ford wasn't good with people, much less women, so he was unsure how to keep your friendship going and possibly go other ways... Besides, it still felt like you weren't truly being honest with him. Like you were purposefully ignoring him... He wondered why it bothered him so much. Like, what was the big deal, they were just words... But maybe he was used to your attention.

He sat at his table, trying to think of conversation starters, so he could talk to you again. That's when he remembered the conversation about college. It seemed that maybe you were struggling with college, especially since you didn't like your major. Maybe he should offer you assistance? Yes, that's what he would do...

But what if you took that as him mocking his intelligence? Should he be on the low about it? Like suggest helping you without being upfront?

Ford finally decides that he'll mention your school work and lead the conversation to see if you need help. He smiled at himself when he came up with the plan, deciding it was perfect with no holes.

---

A few days had passed since Ford decided that he would try and approach you to see if you needed help in school. He kept trying to start the conversation, but something always got in the way- Usually Stan. But today was the day.

He saw you about to leave when he called you back. You walk over to him, confused on what Ford needed.

"What's up, Ford?"

"Uh, you mentioned that school was stressful... Uh, you know if you need help, I'm free whenever you need me."

"Yeah? What do you know about engineering?"

He smirks, "Oh, please Y/n. I know everything."

"I believe you." You look to your car, before looking back at Ford, "If you're serious though, I would love your help. It would be great to have someone like you there. I just know it would be easier."

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You feel strange with Ford looking over your shoulder. You were worried that you were doing something wrong. God, you'd be embarrassed if you fucked up infront of him.

"You know, you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for. I thought you'd need my help more."

You blush, straightening up, looking down at your work. "Oh- Uh, thank you."

"Can I ask you a question, Y/n? It might be a little weird, but I don't remember what the answer is."

"Uh, sure. Go for it."

"How old are you again?"

You look over at Ford a little confused, "Uh... 20?"

"God, I forget how young you are," Ford says. "I always think you're older than you are. I forget there's such an age difference between us, because it doesn't feel like that.

"Is... that a bad thing?" You blushed, embarrassed about him pointing out that you were so much younger than him.

He looks at you, not missing a beat. "No... It doesn't bother me. Does..." He looks away, "Uh, it bother you?"

"Not at all."

"That's good to hear."

You sigh, closing your eyes and Ford decides to make a daring move.

"Y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to come with me on one of my... adventures?"

You looked at him, wide eyed. Was he inviting you to hang out with him? Alone? Without stupid college work? "Uh- Yeah, I would love too."

"That's great. I know with you it'll be a much better experience."

"Oh, wow, I can't believe you're inviting me to hang out with you doing your fun stuff. I've always wanted to do that stuff you know?"

"Well, I wish you would have said something, because I always love the company, especially yours."

[rimurutempest]

I watched all of modern Doctor Who and these were my favorite episodes.

If you told me back in 2015 that I'd watch the entirety of modern Doctor Who, I'd probably think you're a liar. But, a cute girl wanted to watch Doctor Who with me, and how do you tell a cute girl “No?” Being that of the Superwholock trinity, Doctor Who the least upsetting of the three, I figured “Why not?” I mean, it's enjoyed by thousands and thousands of people, surely it has merit for existing, right?

And, it does! There are many great episodes that I really enjoyed (not to mention a lot of schlock I hated). I even enjoy some of the old serials and that 1996 movie is pretty fun (so very 90s). I can't claim to have seen all of Doctor Who, there is a lot of old stuff I'm probably never going to know even exists, not to mention all the spin offs and audio dramas, there's no way I can get through it all. But, I have seen the modern run, starting with Christopher Eccleston all the way to Ncuti Gatwa in Empire of Death.

Annnnd, anyone that knows me knows I love to rank and review episodic tv shows. So, with that said, here are my 15 favorite episodes of modern Doctor Who:

15 - Dalek (S01, E06)

It is probably unsurprising to any Doctor Who fan to see this episode on the list. The Eccleston era was my introduction to Doctor Who (as I'm sure it was for a lot of people) and this episode was my introduction to the famous villain, the Daleks. It's really a wild way to be introduced to the Daleks when you think about it, the Doctor and his companion Rose end up in an underground museum of alien artifacts out in Nevada and find the man that runs it has a Dalek in captivity. Upon learning of the Dalek's existence, the Doctor goes on a campaign to kill it with extreme prejudice until Rose yells at him about how he's being this horrendous person – which makes the doctor have a “Maybe I'm the baddie” moment and it resolves peacefully. Genuinely is really a good episode about moving on and realizing that we all have good and evil in us. A true standout of the early modern run of the show.

14 - The Impossible Planet & The Satan's Pit (S02, E08&E09)

There's a spectrum when it comes to Doctor Who, there are episodes that are gorgeous and smart and well thought out, then there are episodes that are just absolutely ridiculous. If Dalek explores the prejudice that can be enacted by those we see as “good,” then this duo of episodes is “what if the Christian devil was real and he was in space.” This is such an unbelievable hit of stupid bullshit, but it's delivered so very well. The first episode is loaded with mystery and adventure and unknown horror, while the second episode introduces the goofy concept in whole but still somehow grounds it enough that it still feels like a real plot with real stakes. It's the acting. The actors really sell this one to you. Space Satan is not what I expected when getting into this show but hey, it works and I like it.

13 - Blink (S03, E10)

I'm going to be honest with you, I feel like the internet really hypes up the Weeping Angels to a point that when you finally encounter them you're like, “Oh that's all?” Every episode of Doctor Who with the Weeping Angels feels underwhelming, silly, dumb, boring, with one exception: the original. I will not try to convince you that Blink lives up to the hype that the fandom has built for it, but if you can watch it without the Superwholock kind of bullshit in your head, what you'll find is actually a pretty good story. One of the best of the show. If the angels existed for this one episode and nothing else, they may have stood as the best antagonist of the show, but they got overused. I'm not going to explain the episode, I'll end up overhyping it more, just watch it.

12 - A Town Called Mercy (S07, E03)

I never see anyone really talk about this episode and it makes me wonder if maybe I'm alone in thinking it's great, which if so, oh well. I like westerns. The long and short of this is the Doctor and his companions, Amy and Rory, arrive in the old west to find a town with electricity too early and an alien cyborg gunslinger hanging outside of town hunting the town physician who turns out to be an alien that committed some horrific space crimes. The episode feels like a fun, loving homage to the western genre while once again exploring those aforementioned qualities of good people can be bad and vice versa. It's a fantastic little romp for the cast and these are the kinds of episodes that made the show fun to watch.

11 - Midnight (S04, E10)

Does this count as a bottle episode? The one thing I have to give the cast of Doctor Who is that when they decide it's time to really act, they act very, very well. This episode is completely carried by the acting of David Tennant and his supporting cast. In this episode, the Doctor's companion Donna sits one out while the Doctor takes a shuttle bus to go see a waterfall, until some unknown alien starts taking over people's bodies. This is a very, very well done episode that shows that you don't need elaborate set dressing or endless action to make good television, you just need good actors.

10 - The Devil's Chord (S14, E02)

I realize this might be controversial to say, but Ncuti Gatwa is my favorite actor to portray the Doctor. He's a fantastic actor and the energy he brings the role is so different and wonderful. When it comes to media, people typically don't like to hear you praise the modern bits over the older stuff, but this most recent run of Doctor Who with Gatwa is consistently more interesting and enjoyable than any other season of Doctor Who (that's probably Davies doing).

That all said, The Devil's Chord is a wild episode. I previously said that Doctor Who has a spectrum, from really great story telling to really goofy. If Midnight is the great story telling, then The Devil's Chord is the goofy. In this episode the Doctor and Ruby must face off against Maestro, the God of Music, who wishes to take all music from the world. The energy of this episode is wild, with Ncuti Gatwa's take on the Doctor going up against the insanely wild trickster character Maestro, who is portrayed by the trans actor Jinkx Monsoon. If you've fallen off of late Doctor Who, or you are completely new to it, please give this new season a watch (and don't let the Beatles jump scare at the beginning stop you, I swear there's no Beatles music!).

09 - The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances (S01, E09&E10)

If you're starting your Doctor Who watch at the beginning of the modern series, this will probably be the first episode that strikes a real chord with you (well, other than Dalek that is). This was the show's first real attempt at telling a horror story, one that is sort of zombie adjacent. This bizarre World War Two story with a child in a gas mask morphing people's bodies and existences into more versions of himself is one of the more original stories in the entire Doctor Who series, no one but Eccleston and Billie Piper could have sold this so well. Not to mention the introduction of Jack Harkness! (We'll uh...we'll ignore the actors conduct for this...)

08 - Planet of the Ood (S04, E03)

This is not the first time we meet the Ood, they were in the aforementioned Impossible Planet episodes, however this is when the Doctor finally does what he should have from the very start. The Ood are essentially a slave race, and in Planet of the Ood, they finally start to act out and revolt. The Doctor, as unpolitical as he has always been according to some people, decides “Yeah! Slaves are wrong!” and starts working with Ood Sigma (who becomes a recurring character kind of) in freeing the Ood. This episode also has one of the sickest, most awesome, kinda horrific effects in all of Doctor Who. Above all else, this episode is just very beautifully shot and well made. One of the highlights of the entire series.

07 - The Day of the Doctor (50th Anniversary Special)

Exploring the Doctor's mind during the Time War is such a cool concept. It's a thing the Doctor keeps referring to as this horrific, life changing thing for him, and getting even a glimpse into it is guaranteed an amazing time. Featuring both David Tennant and Matt Smith, while bringing on John Hurt of all people because Eccleston wouldn't reprise his role, the acting talent in this special is incredible and genuinely so wonderful to watch. At the end of the day, it's a really, really good Doctor Who romp and deserves any praise it gets.

06 - The Waters of Mars (2009 Autumn Special)

Pic from the BBC. Theirs looks better than anything I could get.

Hey look! It's the Hugo award winning special! And I only put it at number six!

Everything about this special is so fucking cool. The set designs, the costumes, the fucking monster itself, everything in this is so cool. You know how people always joke about horror needing to be wet? Well this is wet horror. David Tennant puts in so much effort here, struggling with what he wants to and what he has to do, the Doctor is really pushed to some stressful limits here that has such a fantastic end to it. Even if you disagree with where I placed it on this list, there is no doubt that The Waters of Mars is among the best stories Doctor Who has ever put out.

05 - The Impossible Astronaut / Day of the Moon (S06, E01&E02)

This is one that's probably going to get some pushback. I am an X-Files fan, it's my favorite show, love it when it's great and I love it when it's trashy. This two part season opening is the most X-files like the show ever gets, and I am so into it. The opening mystery of the episode sets up a really cool overarching concept for the season (don't ask if it's resolved well, please don't ask that) while introducing us to one of the coolest enemies Doctor Who ever made (please don't ask if they stay that way, please don't ask that). Everything about this is so fun and interesting and I hope others come out of it feeling the same way.

04 - Voyage of the Damned (2007 Christmas Special)

Pic from IMDB.

DOCTOR WHO TITANIC IS VERY GOOD!! Sorry for yelling. For a long while this sat as my absolute favorite episode of Doctor Who. Journeying alone on a rare occasion, the Doctor finds himself spending Christmas aboard the space Titanic (I am not kidding, they named it the Titanic!) and as the name of the ship would imply, tragedy strikes. This story is really wonderful, we get to see the Doctor try his hardest to save people and show love and kindness to so many people, not to mention having a group of characters instead of one companion to explore. I especially love the Van Hoff couple, who are two fat and poor people who won tickets to come aboard what is a wealthy cruise. Everyone around them is rather classist and fatphobic to them, but of all they characters in the special, they exhibit real happiness and love and their devotion to one another is genuinely so wonderful.

As I said, this one stood as my favorite episode for a long time. And, you don't really need to see any previous episodes to watch it, so please go watch it. It's a fun time.

03 - The Giggle (60th Anniversary Special)

I don't know what the wider fandom's thoughts on the 60th Anniversary Specials are, so I don't know if this is a controversial take or not. But, The Giggle highlights everything that is great about Doctor Who. It tips its scales back into the goofy part of the spectrum, but that goofiness is ultimately what makes this such a fun and interesting special. When thinking of actors like Neil Patrick Harris, who are so big and popular and well known celebrities, you forget that the popularity came from the fact they're good at their craft, and if The Giggle did anything for me, it was reminding me that yes, Neil Patrick Harris is an outstanding actor. And, getting put with a returning David Tennant and Catherine Tate really just solidified this special as some of the best acting the series has to offer.

The scene where the Toymaker forces the Doctor and Donna to watch a puppet show about the fates of the Doctor's companions is one of the best meta commentaries the show ever did about itself. The introduction of Ncuti Gatwa is pulled off in a fantastic way. And, the ending is so heartwarming that it makes makes me happy they brought Tennant's Doctor and Donna back.

02 - Heaven Sent (S09, E11)

I previously said that Ncuti Gatwa stands as my favorite Doctor. But, before the Gatwa episodes were out, my favorite was Peter Capaldi. Though Capaldi was given some of the worst scripts of the series (Jodie Whittaker probably got the worst of the worst), he brought such a different interpretation to the Doctor. David Tennant and Matt Smith's Doctors, despite their differences, were largely the same characters. Capaldi's had more of that Eccleston-esque attitude and charm, while bringing this gravitas that makes the silly moments feel real emotionally.

Which brings me to Heaven Sent, which might be the pinnacle of acting in the series. When people think of the best Doctor Who episodes, they probably expect big action and lots of adventure, but to me, the most interesting parts of Doctor Who are when we explore the Doctor as a character. What makes him tick, what makes him who he is, why is he here doing this – exploration of the Doctor and his motives is spectacular, especially when done right. Heaven Sent follows the Capaldi Doctor, after the death of his companion, imprisoned in a castle where he must reveal all his secrets. The torture and sorrow that Capaldi is able to show on his face is both horrifying and spectacular, really showing that he is an outstanding actor. There is no other piece of television like Heaven Sent.

01 - Vincent and the Doctor (S05, E10)

I don't think this is a surprise to anyone. I'm sure everyone has seen the gifs go around of the Doctor taking Vincent van Gogh to the future to see how his work is revered and loved and how moving that scene is. What I don't think most people know is how after that scene, after Vincent has been put back in his own time, the museum doesn't change. There are no new paintings. Amy, the Doctor's companion, then must learn that love and praise alone do not cure mental illness.

This episode has a haze of melancholy. The Doctor may change history plenty of times, but he doesn't often change real events. So, from the very beginning, you know van Gogh's fate, and you know it won't be changed. I actually liked this episode' portrayal of mental illness, it really is something that affects our lives, and makes it hard (if not impossible) to fit into society. How people with mental illness are often outcast, harassed, and treated like subhumans. But, this episode also shows happiness, hope, and love. And, that people do love you, no matter what you may think.

And, I think that makes it the best episode of modern Doctor Who.

Tumblr has decided that adding my full episode rankings would make this post too long. So, I will be adding them in a second reblog (check notes if you want to see!)

[tadc-loover]

Look at him. Look at my perfect husband.

Look at him and his stupid ass old man walk.

He's so fucking dapper and goofy.

I hate him with every fiber of my being.

Our wedding will be in the spring!

(the gif was animated by @/XoriakOfficial on twitter btw)

[nomazee]

THIS EVENT IS SO CUTE!!🩷🩷😭

could i req childhood best friends dan heng x reader word(s) is sneaking out if you want a timestamp, it's 11:42 p.m. thank you so much!!!

THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE i had way too much fun with this this hit 1.5k words which is way over the limit i set for myself... but i do not regret it at all. I LOVE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND DAN HENG AAAA THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

my 1k event!

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The ringing of your phone is cut off by the automated voicemail message for the nth time in a row. Your neck hurts from how long you’ve been staring up at Dan Heng’s bedroom window,  where the lights are off and the curtains are drawn and he’s definitely asleep. 

Anticipation makes you bounce on your feet, itching to just break into his front door and shake him awake yourself. Fortunately for Dan Heng’s family, it doesn’t quite reach that point, because your phone suddenly vibrates in your hand with Dan Heng’s contact flashing on your screen. 

Incoming call. Jackpot. 

“Dan Heng,” you answer the call with no formalities whatsoever, because those aren’t needed after knowing him for so long, “come outside! I’m here to pick you up.” 

“What is wrong with you,” he grumbles out. The grit in his voice is endearing and familiar and makes your breath stutter. “It’s— almost midnight.”

“I know, and you’re already asleep? You’re such a senior citizen,” you hear the exhausted sigh he makes at another one of your old-man-Dan-Heng jokes. “There's a carnival tonight. Like, one of the cool ones that only open at 10 o’clock. March just texted me about it, she’s already there with Stelle!”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?” You hear shuffling, and spot movement in your peripheral vision. Craning your head up to look at his window yet again, you see the flicker of his bedside lamp being turned on (and you can already picture it from how well you know his room—that goofy-looking toucan table lamp that you got from some vintage store years ago for him), and the curtains pull back to reveal Dan Heng in all his half-asleep glory. He looks terrible, bangs sticking up and his corny galaxy-printed sleep shirt all wrinkled. It’s a charming look, though. 

“I told you, March just texted me about it! Literally five minutes ago.” 

“So, you ran here just to tell me about it?” 

“Well, yeah, duh,” your tone is incredulous, because he should know by now that he’s the first person you go to for anything. The first person to hear about your failing grade in calculus, or your embarrassing run-in with your middle school ex girlfriend, or the bitter orange that you had as an afternoon snack. Dan Heng’s call history is probably full of your contact (which is just your name, no fun emoticons or inside jokes, and no profile picture, much to your everlasting dismay), and every call would show that he answers every single one without fail. 

And, really, if you’re going to be honest with yourself (which you really hate doing), there’s a hopefulness twitching in your fingers tonight, something carried to you through the wind. You’re thinking of the carnival, about the sticky sweet snacks that you’re going to split with Dan Heng, the ferris wheel cart that you’ll be cramped in, the view of the stars from way up there and the tender way he’ll look at you. 

Because he does that, sometimes, with no explanation, and you��ve never had the strength to respond in any way but a hesitant smile and a smack on his shoulder and a stupid joke. But there’s a tote bag slung around your arm now, full of money and two water bottles and the weight of your heart. 

“Listen,” you tell him after a bout of his reluctant silence, “I brought you a jacket and your scarf, because I know you’re vitamin deficient and you’ll blow away in the wind unless I hold you down. It’ll be so fun if you come with me! Please? And I’ll get you home before your family notices!” 

Both you and Dan Heng know that’s a lie, because you have a tendency to drag him out for long periods of time where both of you forget to check your phones. In your opinion, it does more good than harm, because it lets you live in the moment—or so you tell Dan Heng’s parents when they question you about keeping their son out past sundown. 

“I’m not vitamin deficient,” Dan Heng tells you, but the argument is weakened by the fact that you’ve had to carry around a spare jacket for Dan Heng since you were both stumbling on your tiny baby legs. He must realize that, too, because you can see the way his face softens as he looks at you from his window, peering down. Despite the minimal light, you can still see the vibrant sheen of his eyes, the way that his mouth presses into a thin line to hold back a smile. 

It takes only a moment of contemplation before he lets out a yielding sigh and mumbles, “Okay, fine. I’m coming downstairs to let you in and then I’ll get ready. Don’t be loud.”

“I’m never loud!” 

The call ends with a click and Dan Heng slides his striped curtains closed. Circling around to get back to his front door, you made sure to be as quiet as possible and not trample his family’s gardenias. When the door opens to reveal Dan Heng’s beautiful, sleep-swollen face, an overwhelming warmth blooms in your chest and leaves your lungs dry and aching for air. The smile that appears on your face is instinctual, as most behaviors are for you around Dan Heng. 

“Hi,” you whisper, really truly whisper, because he told you to be quiet and sometimes it’s good to do what Dan Heng wants (only sometimes). His lips are still tightened into that thin line, and you think, I’ll make him laugh tonight, which is a goal you’ve always set for yourself, ever since you befriended him in first grade with a paper flower and a loud, blatant, childish proclamation of best-friend-ship. 

“Wait on the couch,” he directs you quietly, stepping aside to let you in. “Get a water from the fridge and pack it.” 

“I already brought two for us,” the apples of your cheeks strain with the force of your smile, and you’re trying not to giggle. The water thing—that was established forever ago, too, just like the spare jacket, and staying out late, and the toucan lamp, and the paper flower. You always shared a water bottle, reminding each other and passing one between your hands until the last drops were wrung dry from it, and then you’d spend half an hour trying to find a fountain to refill it because you never packed more than two on any given day. 

“Dan Heng,” you stop him with a hand on his shoulder before he can go back up the stairs to get ready in his room, and he looks back at you with the same look that you were envisioning before. The color of his eyes has gone dim, but in a fond way, in a way that tells you his breathing is even and his pulse is steady. 

You take the brief moment where his attention is on you to wrap your arms around him, the sleeves of your jacket pulling him close, warm, tender to you. Your tote bag dangles awkwardly to the side, but you try not to let it stop you from squeezing him tight, letting him know you’re here, right here. 

“What’s this about,” he mumbles into your shoulder, hands going up to grasp at the back of your sweatshirt and tug you just a few millimeters closer. A gentle weight sits between your hands and in your chest and you stifle a laugh into his barely-covered shoulder. 

“Nothing. Just really happy you’re coming.” 

“Okay,” he says, because he’s awkward and awful and so are you, but his hands still squeeze between your shoulderblades and keep you against him. A whistle of wind makes the gutters of the house creak, and you think of the stars that you’ll see from the top of the ferris wheel tonight, glinting in the sky and in Dan Heng’s eyes. 

“Let me go so I can change.” His voice is monotone, seemingly disinterested, but you don’t take offense to it, you never have. Reluctantly, you loosen your grip around him, and let him pull back the rest of the way because you can’t bear to do it yourself. 

The look, the glimmer, the depth of his eyes are all still there, accompanied by a new rosiness in his cheeks that you know isn’t caused by the heat of your hands or the cold wind outside. You don’t get the chance to laugh at the waver in his mouth as he fights back a small laugh, because he’s already turning back to rush up the stairs, stance wobbling as he tries to hide from his own embarrassment, and it’s so terrible and familiar and you ache with the urge to burrow into this home and make it your own. 

Your phone is flooded with dozens of texts from March, you’re sure, but even as it pushes midnight, you take your sweet time walking to the carnival, fingers clasped with each other as your jacket hangs off of Dan Heng—like it always has, like it always will.

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Important marriage question because I just had a spider try to assassinate me while I was in the bathroom with my pants down: How do these strong lethal elite men handle bugs? Do they kill them, scoop em up and throw em outside, call in a third person to handle it? Are there any bugs they refuse to handle at all? Can I pay them in kisses (and other things, I'm willing to negotiate) to come over at 1 in the morning to handle a giant spider I saw that disappeared when I left to get a shoe? I'm desperate, it's getting colder and the bugs seem to think that means it's acceptable to enter my space without paying rent or folding laundry -🐸

wait, because you’re so real for that 🐸 anon—

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature

in one corner we have a hunky, beefy soldier, in the other corner? the deadly, vile spider just a common house spider! who’s coming out on top? who’s calling for backup? who is abandoning the room and letting the spider live rent free? find out with our featured contestants: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, König

CW: creepy crawlies, bug smooshing, handling bugs, generally talking about insects and arachnids nondescriptly

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

it’s dead.

actually, in all seriousness, I think Simon hates insects and arachnids. it doesn’t matter if it’s considered a ‘cute’ bug, they just freak him out. he wouldn’t let it show, he’ll go about business straight faced, but sometimes you’ll see him flinch if a bug gets too close to his face

as big and tough as he is, I have this one goofy headcanon that it’s late spring on base and the 141 are just takin’ a stroll off duty as a group. maybe they’re goin’ for drinks, maybe it’s just a walk around base, but a bug catches Ghost off guard - rare, I know

what was the bug? a stupid butterfly, it came up behind him and got all up in his face. he definitely flinched back and automatically swatted it away. Soap and Gaz will not let him live that down, Price only brings it up after a few drinks

if you need him to kill a spider or a bug he’ll do it in a heartbeat. he’ll play it off that it’s for you so you don’t have to worry… but Simon just doesn’t like creepy crawlies in the house. he’ll roll up an old magazine or grab a shoe - just like the battlefield, Simon shows no mercy

he despises killing flies, he always misses them and it drives him nuts. he’d rather listen to Soap bring up the butterfly incident than try to hit a fly. ironically, he’s better at getting gnats - in my opinion, the smaller fly

my rating for Simon “Ghost” Riley on this matter is a solid 7/10 - he will get rid of spiders via a swift magazine swat. he’s not the best with flies, but otherwise he’s pretty reliable. I’d say he wins against nature here

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Johnny screams when there’s a spider. is he a bazillion times larger than it? yes, does it freak him out? absolutely. he can handle insects just fine, wasps wig him out though. he’ll curse at a critter before remembering he can kill it

he definitely threatens bugs, “Aye— ya get out, I’ll come for ya wee family next.”, as he’s going to grab a shoe. absolutely panics when he comes back and the bug is just… gone. he’ll quarantine that room, no one is allowed in or out until he finds the stupid thing. it’s high stakes, especially if it’s a spider. he’ll tell you to not come in even if you hear him scream, he promises he’ll get it

he’s definitely the type that feels like his skin is crawling when a bug lands on him. even if he swats it off, Johnny will have to, like, wash his hands a little just so he can feel clean. he really only does that at home, he’ll suck it up when he’s on base or walking around, but he hates feeling icky after a bug lands on him, “I’ll be back, gotta wash my hands.”

he does like the generically cute bugs though, he’ll pick up random bugs and unintentionally terrorize you with them because he thinks they’re cool. he’s brought a handful of pill bugs into the house before - says they’re cute and you should poke one, “Look at ‘em! They jus’ roll up, see—“, panics when he drops one and feels genuinely bad

if a spider is bigger than, like, his thumb he’s calling someone. he’s seen those freaky videos of spiders lunging at the cameraman, he doesn’t want that happening to him. he’d definitely call Ghost or Gaz if one of them is nearby, he’s not afraid to whine about a spider in the corner of a room and ask for them to kill it

my rating for John “Soap” MacTavish is a solid 4/10 - while it’s a little low it’s mostly because he 1) might be too scared to whack a bug for you and 2) he might just bring more bugs into the house to show you. he’ll get rid of little bugs, but if it’s too big he’ll cower with you

König:

there’s a bug? “Ah— don’t worry, Liebling, I’ll get it. Oh, it’s a yellow garden spider, they’re actually called argiope aurantia. They—”, certified bug yapper. I’ll always say it, König is a nature lover. as a kid he definitely went out into the woods to just hang out and get away from people

he probably borrowed a dozen books from his local library on nature, anything from critters to foliage. he’s got a deep respect for animals - even the creepy crawlies. if it’s not venomous or bound to break skin, König has no problem scooping up a bug or arachnid with his bare hands absolute freak. he’ll just walk to the front door and let it outside…

unless it’s cold out, then you have a problem with König. rationally, he knows it’s absurd, but can’t you just let the spider live in the corner of that room? it’s not hurting anyone, Liebling :(

if it’s unseasonably cold, frigid air outside he’ll grumble and grab a tissue - a little bummed about having to kill that house spider. he’d rather you be comfortable in your own home, sure, but it’s just a little guy to him. at least König has a height advantage, no bug is outside his reach

he’s generally a pacifist towards insects and arachnids - the exception being mosquitoes. he knows they play a part in the ecosystem and blah, blah, blah, but they get on his nerves! and skin

he’ll douse you in bug repellent if you go hiking with him, he does the same thing to himself. if he gets bit by a mosquito he’ll complain about how itchy the bite is for days - has to put a bandaid over bites so he doesn’t scratch at them

my rating for König is a crisp 8/10. he’d be a 9/10 if he didn’t insist on letting spiders live during the winter - one time he got away with it for a week before you woke up to it on the wall next to you. he’s slowly given up on letting them stay after that, mumbling apologies while he scooped it up with a tissue

[elbdot]

Besides Latias being your favorite legendary Pokémon, what would be your SECOND favorite legendary?

Heck, what's your top FIVE favorite legendary Pokémon?

Aww man. There's WAY too many at this point, even top five is hard to pick. ALRIGHT I'll try...

Latias

Ultra Necrozma

Tapu Koko

Yveltal

Koraidon

...that's a lot of red Legendaries.

Latias I don't need to further explain, but probably Ultra Necrozma. The reason why he's THAT high up my list is because Ultra Necrozma IS A G O D. Like LEGIT, this dragon made out of PURE LIGHT is the absolute PINACLE of a Legendary to me. My other picks may be more personal than him, but in terms of what makes a Legendary a LEGENDARY Pokemon to me, THIS would be it. Heck, I'd put him above ARCEUS, make those two FIGHT FOR THE TITLE OF ULTIMATE POKE-GOD oh wait they already did

Otherwise Tapu Koko would've easily made it on second place. He's my next pick for a multitude of reasons. I think Tapu Koko absolutely BEAMS with personality. I love the Tapus all very much, but Koko is definitely my favorite. And I appreciate these Legendaries in particular because of their cultural significance for Alola. I think Alola may be the only region where Legendary deitys are not only KNOWN to exist, but play an ACTIVE role in their lives, interacting with the locals, protecting the islands, choosing ambassadors in form of the Kahunas and getting honored by the people of Alola. They're just. INCREDIBLY COMPLEX AND FLESHED OUT AND I LOVE THEM

Yveltal is my only pure nostalgia-pick I have to admit. Aside from me LOVING BIRDS and Yveltal being a KILLER BACON BIRD he was also the very first Legendary I ever caught by playing Pokemon Y. I may not hold much nostalgia for that game otherwise, but Yveltal definitely holds a special place in my heart.

Koraidon I just think is funny as heck. He looks SO STUPID when he's running. He's a cute goofy lizard throughout the game until he reaches his full energized form in the end and when he takes that stand he's just an ABSOLUTE badass and I LOVE that. While there's many other legendaries I could give the fifth place to, I wanted to give my appreciation for modern legendaries, because I do like the trend of some of them being included more in a personal quest. Getting to bond with them throughout your journey makes them feel much more special than others.

goofy ass lizard

HONORABLE MENTIONS: I have to give a shout-out to Rayquaaza, Kyogre, Dialga and death-noodle Giratina for being my old favorites. Xerneas is also pretty cool, I do appreciate magic fairy deer. I still think Mega Rayquaaza is THE ultimate dragon because I'm basic like that. I see badass Lung-like dragon I go WAOWEEEEE

Lugia used to be my absolute favorite as a kid but I HATE the way they've been anmating him as a 3D Model, he looks as goofy and unmajestic as one can get, what have they DONE to my boy... Meanwhile Ho-oh is doing SPLENDID in 3D, it's not fair 😞 Also shout-out to Ho-oh for having the prettiest shiny of all the Legendaries. And Galarian Zapdos is a huge improvement from the original one, that one also goes into honorable mentions.

Thank you for coming to my TED-Talk.

[bladexjester]

Hey, have y’all ever seen a character and been like … “Why , of all characters, do I like them?”?Like, you know liking them is ridiculous, and that the material he comes from is stupid and low quality, but you can’t stop yourself from liking him? I have and, well…

I have no genuine reason for why I like him. Like the videos he comes from are stupid and cheap, but I genuinely like this absolute goofnut gremlin! To the point I made fanart of this man.

Like I know he’s just essentially a recolor of Kinger and that his character was created for content farm purposes, but he’s so goofy and chaotic that I like him. Also, while I hate to admit this, I kinda like his design, it kinda reminds me of those old cartoony vampires you’d see on cheesy Halloween decorations. Once again, I have no idea why I like him, I just do.

(Btw he’s saying “Hello Dear” in the fanart)

(I’m sorry for liking him)

[campbell-rose]

Stupid fucking bitch Stolas ass ugly ass Stolas I hate him so fucking much he's so fucking annoying and a whiny little bastard what the fuck is his height so that I can measure his height of stupidity stupid hoe ass Stolas thinks he deserves love when in actuality he deserve to get thrown of a fucking cliff I want to call Striker so badly and give him all my life savings just so he can get rid of this prissy narcissistic cunt bird that I hate Blitzo may be a cunt too but he doesn't deserve to be with a gaslighting manipulative rapist whore like Stolas old ass man he doesn't even look cute he's ugly brother ugggh brother ugggh he's hideous and a little pussy because bro can turn people into stone but needs Blitzo to save him and doesn't acknowledge that he sent M&M to save him I hate this dumb bitch owl he ruined birds for me he's so bad as a character I wish Stella can just chop off his cock and shove it down his annoying pipes to shut his goofy ass up somebody tell me when this dickhead cunt shit excuse of a prince dies so that I can make it a reminder on my phone and do anything but pay respects to him his songs are good but that's it he's a pathetic waste of a fucking person and I hope he dies at the end of the season

Phew... Sorry just needed to get this off my chest.

PREACH oh my god

[bloodsuckerproxy]

Introducing...The Jacksons!

The family for my STNAF OC Lenny (find more about him here)

I knew when I made Lenny I wanted him to have a very different upbringing to Friend. I knew he was going to come from low-income and he's personally based off the type of people I grew up around and as. We also don't see this family type often enough and I wanted to show that :3

As always, STNAF belongs to @stnaf-vn and please check the game out!!!!

About the Family

Lil Frankie

28

5'9"

Protective, Cold, Selfless, Tomboy

Frankie was thought to be a boy during Ruby's pregnancy and so they were going to name her after Frank. Turns out she was a girl and they stuck with the name, opting for Frankie instead

She comes off as rude and cold, but she actually is just no nonsense and wants to keep her family/friends safe

Currently a bodyguard and does boxing on the side

Very salty she is shorter than Lenny

Daddy's girl

Frank

45

6'1"

Caring, Clumsy, Artistic, Sweet

Frank is like literally the embodiment of Goofy. He does his best but always seems to get hurt or break something. He means well though!!

Was a young dad (17) but did his best for his kids, including going back to school so he could get a better job once Lil Frankie was a couple years old

Currently a mechanic. Likes to make trash sculptures on the side

Very DIY. Taught Lenny everything about fixing things and making something out of nothing

Loves Ruby dearly. Will always find a way to gift her something. Knows her fave lipstick shades

Rebecca "Ruby"

45

5'9"

Assertive, Chatty, Caring, Motherly

Ruby was also 17 when her and Frank had Lil Frankie. She finished high school and worked through cosmotology school after the pregnancy

Currently a hair stylist and nail tech

Practiced doing hair and nails on Lenny since he liked spending time with her

She adores how sweet (and slightly stupid) Frank is and that's why they ended up falling in love. They are high school sweethearts fr <3

Will always welcome people into her home even if she can't offer anything more than a roof over their head or an ear to listen. Very selfless

Comes off as very gossipy but she will die with your secrets if you ask her to

Lenny

24

6'2"

Carefree, Open Minded, Optimistic, Punk

Takes after his dad in personality but is a total momma's boy

Ruby: Ruby taught him about fashion, makeup, nails, etc. and often practiced on him since he liked being pampered. He loves his mom a lot and her open minded nature made him the man he is today

Frank: Frank and Lenny don't need to say much to be together. They are very similar people and even though Frank's silly stories never seem to make sense, Lenny always listens. They love to make trash sculptures together or go dumpster diving

Lil Frankie: Frankie always had to look out for Lenny since he was a bit of a naive kid, but also when he got more into fashion. She would protect him despite the fact he could defend himself from bullies. He loves his big sister and he loves to annoy her (she pretends to hate it but she loves him back lol)

Anyways I wanna draw more STNAF once I have time fr fr :3

[marleyybluu]

Inside My Love

Pedro Pascal x black!fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, a bit of plot, calling Pedro daddy, p in v, unprotected sex (but be safe irl pls), cockwarming at the end if you squint hard enough, kitchen sex.

I love this pic of him

He was in love with you. The poor man was smitten like a schoolboy every time you came into his view, his brown eyes flashing with adoration when he looked at you. He thought you were the prettiest woman he'd ever set his eyes on, stumbled any time he talked to you, would blush any time your hand would rest on his thigh while laughing at one of his stupid jokes.

As grown as he was he was terrified of letting you know how he felt, scared he'd ruin the bond you two had. He wasn't going to risk losing you over that but he started to hate seeing you all hugged up on anyone that wasn't him, more specifically your co-star in a new movie that you were starring in. The two of you had to do press to promote the film and keep the illusion up that you two had chemistry outside of work, it's not like he was a terrible person but he just wasn't your type.

Your type was Pedro himself, in all his goofiness, in all his sweetness-- he was a gentle and kind soul for as long as you had known him and no one could change your opinion of him. You two were foolishly in love with each other without even knowing it.

Pedro sat in your living room, his feet up as he reclined in his designated Lazy-Boy, he called dibs on it the minute he saw the new addition in your house. You laughed whenever he sat down and made the usual grunting noise to emphasize the fact that he was "so old".

It was a quiet Saturday night, you were in the kitchen dicing it up, making a special little dinner for the both of you. Music softly played from your speaker, your favourite song— Snooze, had come on and you decided to turn it up a bit louder. Pedro sat in the living room playfully rolling his eyes at the fact that now the music drowned out the television. He didn't mind though, he loved your music taste. He started to become curious and decided to come to keep you company. His gray socks slid against the hardwood floor as he made his way to you.

You were distracted finishing up the food with a wine glass in your hand and an almost empty wine bottle in the middle of the kitchen island, your hips swaying side to side in your gray shorts, you sang along to the lyrics, the bottom of your-- well his, shirt riding up as your raised your hand. You were tipsy and enjoying all the tingles the wine provided to your body. Pedro couldn't take his eyes off you or maybe he just didn't want to. So tempted to sneak up behind you and hold you from behind, pressing little kisses on your neck... whispering how much he loved you.

He shook his head and tipped his head back downing his Corona, just enjoying the show. It took you a while but you finally turned around, a short scream sounded over the music— you placed your hand over your heart feeling the beat against your palm. Pedro let out a hearty laugh, he didn't mean to but your reaction was too funny not to be laughed at. "I'm going to kill you, Pascal," You shouted throwing a kitchen towel at him. "Don't do that."

He put his hand up in surrender and softly apologized, you rolled your eyes pretending to be mad. "Oh, come on YN, don't do me like that."

You digested the last sip of your wine, you turned around emptying the bottle of its last drop and resumed cooking. Pedro lowly chuckled at your attempt to be mad at him, he too downed the last of his drink and placed the empty bottle on the counter. There was a beat of silence as Spotify chose the next song.

A soft, almost lulling beat, started.

Two people, just meeting, barely touching each other.

Two spirits, greeting, trying to carry further.

The classic 'Inside My Love.' by Minnie Riperton began to play, changing the mood of the atmosphere. You couldn't lie the alcohol was going straight to your core, you were fighting demons. You turned off the stove and moved the pot off of the hot burner, you backed up and were immediately met with a wall. You froze.

Your heart raced as you felt gentle hands settle on your hips and carefully pull you in closer. You could tell he was a bit scared about how you'd react to the sudden action he just took but you received it with ease, almost melting in his hold. He took that as permission to bring you in even closer, he closed his eyes as your hair tickled his chin. Pedro slowly sunk his head into the beautiful bush of your soft tight curls. Smelling sweet as usual, courtesy of the various products you put in it.

That smell lingered every time you walked by him. It invaded his senses, and made his eyes roll back every time. His head in the clouds over how close he was to you, he was almost stunned to feel your plentiful behind brushing against his hardening cock. You two swayed along with the music, you leaned your head back against his chest closing your eyes and just enjoying his hold.

He softly smiled, it felt like he'd been waiting to do this forever. You smirked placing your hands over his guiding them higher, they passed under your shirt brushing over your torso and firmly planted on your bare breasts. He groaned feeling the flesh, the warmth of your tits. Your nipples hardened almost immediately, you tugged on your bottom lip to stifle the little moan that threatened to spill over. Your hands loosely holding onto his wrists, he took the chance to move one hand further up your body, wrapping his slender fingers around the column of your neck.

"Pedro..." You whispered. He could bend you over the counter for that alone. Suddenly his hands were gone, even for a second you missed them. You turned around with a pout, and a wave of embarrassment passed over you. "Sorry." Not sure why you were apologizing in the first place.

His eyes softened, his hands taking yours. "No, no, no YN you have nothing to apologize for. I just..." He wanted to swallow his words. You searched his puppy eyes, filled with adoration and hope. You smiled removing your hand from his but quickly resting it under his chin, scratching at his scruff. "You're getting grey there buddy."

"I know." He sulked. "Mm, don't worry you're still cute."

The small compliment caused his cheeks to heat up. You pulled him closer, your noses brushing and finally your lips touching. A fire lighting inside him rather quickly, he'd imagined how your lips tasted many times over and it was nothing compared to the reality, his hand transferred to the back of your head-- holding your place, where you belonged. Your own palms scaling the perimeter of his body and landing at the bottom of his shirt, you lightly tugged at it hoping he'd get the message and he did. Your lips parted for a moment and glued right back together, it was starting to heat up in the kitchen again.

He peppered kisses along your sweet brown skin, his hand slipping under your thighs-- soon your feet were off the ground, he carried you off to the dining table, your warm thighs rested on the cold surface. Pedro was lost in lust, mapping out your collarbone and chest with his lips your little pants were his motivation. "Pedrito..." You called out his nickname. "I need you, please."

He didn't need to hear it twice. His fingers fumbling with the band of your boxers, taking them off and tossing them wherever. Your pretty pussy on display, swollen and soaking for him and him only.

"Fuck." He couldn't contain himself anymore. His index finger slowly dragged between your folds, collecting your juices, he brought his finger to his lips taking the chance to taste you. You were heavenly. He dropped to his knees to be closer to your heat, he held your legs apart and dove between them. You gasped feeling his tongue explore your crevices. Your palm rested on the table holding you up while the other played in his shaggy hair, you loved when it was like that but you knew he'd probably have to tame it soon.

You whimpered as he sucked and slobbered all over your clit, his saliva running down your cunt and his chin. You peeked down only to be met with his dark eyes, the brown in them had seemingly left. "Baby, oh shit." You attempted to squirm away, your orgasm approaching a lot quicker than you had anticipated, but he wasn't letting you budge. "Pedro, please, oh my god." You faintly cried. He let go of one of your legs, using his free fingers to slip inside. You were done for.

You laid back, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Your legs closing around his head, he accepted his fate knowing this was a nice way to go out anyway. You clenched around his fingers, your nectar coating them well-- he enjoyed your taste, almost becoming drunk on it. He stopped when he figured you'd had enough. He resumed leaving kisses on your skin, trailing up your torso until he reached your lips. He playfully flicked his tongue against your bottom lip causing you to smile.

"I love you." You blurted out. Your eyes widened, the words slipped out with ease and now they were out in the open for him to receive but he didn't say anything and the regret was settling in you started to wonder if you just fucked up your entire friendship. Pedro pressed his forehead against yours, he shifted around fumbling with the strings of his sweatpants, and he pulled everything down all at once. "I fucking love you." He muttered easing himself inside. You whimpered feeling his girth stretch you out, he filled you up so nicely. "You have no idea how much I fucking love you YN."

His words went straight to your cove, they made you wetter and he could tell. He slowly thrust into you, his hand around your neck once again-- he wasn't choking you he just loved the way it rested there. "I want you to be mine, so bad."  He confessed. "I'm yours, baby, I promise." You reassured.

He grunted delivering one hard stroke, he stayed in place just enjoying your warm and oozy walls hugging him tightly. He was throbbing inside you. He hissed as he began to move again, your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he gave you steady strokes that weren't too fast and weren't too slow. He wanted you to feel everything.

Your moans and the sound of skin contact drowned out the music that was still playing. "Right there daddy, fuck yes!"

"Yeah? It feels good mama?"

He was coming out of his shyness. "Yes baby, you feel so fucking good inside me."

His pace picked up, he was pounding into you, holding you close. Your moans were music to his ears, your nails scratching down his back stopping right above his cute bum. You giggled lazily when he moved your hands down onto his butt. One hard stroke cut that laughter with the quickness, your nails leaving crescent moon imprints on his skin. "Shit!" Your legs trembled, the way he would switch it up and slow it down just to edge your release, he began to play with your aching clit.

His name flowed like a river out of your mouth, you whimpered and moaned, screamed and shouted. "Fuck! Pedro, I'm gonna cum."

He left kisses along your jawline and up behind your ear. "Please, cum for me my pretty girl. All over me." Those words set you off, you coated him in your cream, an appreciation of his work. He had a few strokes left before he emptied himself inside you. The two of you were sweaty and the table was messy. You placed both hands on his face. "I meant what i said you know. I do love you."

Pedro beamed. He picked you up, your tired body wrapped around him as you two exited the kitchen and entered the living room. He sat down in his chair, you lightly moaned feeling him shift inside you. He reached behind him finding a blanket on the chair back, he draped it over your body. He was so warm.

"I loved you first though." He childishly said. "Uh uh, who said that?"

"Me." He said proudly. "Mm, I won't fight you on it then."

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. Over the moon to have you in his arms for good.

idk i was just trying to dabble in the Pedro fantasies. God that man is so fine. if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Peace and all the love

[cherries-in-wine]

SPOILER WARNING FOR AOT JUST SOME OF MY RAMBLES

English is not my first language please don't be mean okay thank you <3

honestly I didn't hate eremika as much as I thought I would- both of them are emotionally immature idiots who feel a lot but have no idea how to deal with said feelings. their relationship is definitely a lot of wasted potential but idk they are cute in their own imperfect and somewhat uneasy way. was that ending scene weird definetly but like eh gothic romance fan I've read and seen much worse things and called it peak romance so it's like weird but like okay also im very drunk slightly tipsy and I just finished aot just cuz I wanted to feel something and man I feel a lot of things also I think there might be a cultural difference too because in the west it's all like gulululu sloppy kiss gulululu fucking and like I grew up with old Bollywood romance where mfs don't even kiss so stolen glances and flushed cheeks and "ill always wrap your scarf over and over again" means wayyyy more than an infinite number of kisses. I get why people don't like it but yea I like them they are so fucking embarrassing and stupid. Eren's randi rona (hindi phrase exact translation is whore crying but semantics is probably bitch whining) was so funny and pathetic i've never laughed so hard but it is embarrassing in a way that makes so much sense for this suicidal maniac. I thought I would hate mikasa because I linger in the subreddits because social media kalesh and lafda is something I feed off of like a vampire sucking blood after escaping the coffin that held them for centuries (kalesh/lafda is hindi for fights) anyways so silly goofy fun idk what y'all are on about she's so kool not really a Mary Sue because she sucks at emotional intelligence and as a leader like definitely too driven by feelings but tbh I love that about her and her bond with other characters is so precious to me. I get why she's unlikable she is so flawed but idk I love her. the fanfic writers are so mean to her like oh my god why is she always this weird obsessed stalker that gets in the way of eren and y/n and historia is always someone y/n is insanely jealous of like please why can't we all be best friends and braid each other's hair

A little something about erehisu too- tbh I don't think its obsessive desperate fan behaviour like it's a very good ship imo. I have mixed feelings about it but idk lowkey makes sense. not in a "these people are great for each other and will be so cute as more than friends" way but more like a "oh wow they have a lot going on, they are good friends and the people they love are people they can't be with so it would make sense if they both are emotionally vulnerable enough that they end up doing something" kinda way. would've definitely made it more interesting because I thought sidelining a character like historia who had so much potential would hopefully have a bigger meaning and some greater part of Eren's plan but no bro is an idiot who has no idea what he is doing.

Mixed feelings about historia too- I liked her arc but the amount of plot armour that surrounds her kinda pisses me off. also the irl jaegerists and incels on reddit are so annoying they've made her into chaderen loser's trad wife who sits at home with the baby and shakes her head with a disapproving pout when he returns home after genocide like I know for a fact canon historia would be disgusted by this narrative. also oh my god the lengths these people go to prove that her relationship with Ymir was just a one sided obsession and not a lesbian romance is insane. like yea historia doesn't have to be lesbian she could be bi but that relationship was definitely mutual and romantic

I have sooo much more to say maybe when im sober ill organise everything and make it pretty but im in my senior year of high school with like no time on my hands so idk will see please stick with me but always thank u for reading meri jaan have a lovely day/night :))