#[ god they're disgustingly cute ]

[charles-eclair16]

The Horrific Rumours

0.3 (part 2)

~The one where he clears the break up rumours~

Charles_leclerc

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📍your_username

Charles_leclerc: Mon amour❤️

Ps- I would really appreciate it if people would refrain from sharing such rumours about my personal life. We are very much together and happy.

Comments:-

↪️Username06: he really said what breakup

↪️Ferrarigirl: a perfect fuck you to the rumours

Ynfan09: they're so cute together

Ynfangirl: yes tell them charles

Your_username: Mon bébé😘

↪️Charles_leclerc: only yours😘❤️

↪️Pierregasly: yeah yeah we know that you're together no need to show off

↪️Charles_leclerc: you're the one to talk?!

↪️Carlossainz55: yeah mate I've had enough of you kissing her in front of me to last a lifetime

Danielriccardo: I almost thought you've lost your mind after reading the rumours mate

↪️Charles_leclerc: nice to see you believe in me Daniel

Landonorris: shit I got my hopes up...I thought no more watching you guys be disgustingly in love

↪️Username06 LANDO?!

↪️Username05 umm what

↪️Charles_leclerc: don't even think about it Lando

Charlesfan05:" I don't plan to ever break up with her" if it's not love then I don't know what is

Pierregasly: Apart from jokes please don't spread rumours I almost had a heart attack

↪️Likedbygasly: Lmao

↪️Pierregasly: I don't know what I would've done if he started crying mid interview

↪️Ynfan09: probably start crying with him

Astonmytin: man is in love

Joris_trouche: I can't believe people thought you broke up when all you do is lock lips together

↪️Username: joris airing charles secrets

↪️Carlossainz55: don't forget the phone calls every other hour

↪️Landonorris: or how he whines about missing her every damn time

↪️Maxverstappen1: I'm pretty sure I know everything about her, all because he can't stop talking about it

Redbullfan05: not the others exposing charles💀

Username06:Lmao the whole grid was worried💀

Arthur_leclerc: I was on the verge of crying like I can lose Charles but I can't lose my partner in crime

↪️Randomfangirl: Arthur💀

↪️Charles_leclerc: wow okay I'm not offended at all

↪️Ferrarigirl: Arthur really said he would rather lose his own brother then his girlfriend😭

↪️Smooth_operator: he's whipped

Georgerusselfan: I love how the whole grid was worried that they broke up

Your_username

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📍charles_leclerc

Your_username: "You are the best thing that's ever been mine". I love you❤️

comments:-

Charles_leclerc: I love you too baby 😘

Your_bestfriend: you're cute and all but please stop kissing in front of me

↪️Your_username: we don't always kiss?!

↪️francisca.cgomes: you kind of do babe

↪️your_username: kika?! Not you too

Youfan15: I want what they have

Lilymhe: What do you mean I'm not the best thing that's ever happened to you

↪️Alexalbon: Lily?!

↪️Charles_leclerc: cry about it

↪️Your_username: you're one of my favourite people lily❤️

↪️Charles_leclerc: but I'm the best right?

↪️Fangirl16: I love their banter

Ynfan09: not Taylor swift lyrics

Charlosgirl: which God did to pray to?

Arthur_leclerc: please don't leave me alone with him

↪️Randomfan02: he's your brother💀

↪️Your_username: you've been living with him since you were born??

↪️Arthur_leclerc: yeah exactly

Likedbygasly: Charles really went and took my wife

Pierregasly: Please don't scare me like that

↪️Username06: Lmao Pierre was really going through it

↪️Username08: man was stressed

[captain-joongz]

I'm sorry for bothering you... I really want you to write something. If it bothers you and you feel bad, just ignore it. The reader is in a long-term relationship with Soobin and a mature relationship. A nice meeting at home, a very slow sexual relationship and a marriage proposal in bed.

I really can't get this plot out of my mind

hello baby, it's not bothering me at all~ i'd love to write that for you! soft Soobin is so sweet and no matter how much i try to seem like a badass, deep down i'm a romantic and a sucker for proposals and weddings hehe so i enjoyed writing this piece too !

here you go, and i hope you enjoy yourself <3

warnings: unprotected sex, but otherwise not much, they're just so disgustingly sweet

word count: 1.8k

"You're late." Despite the words leaving your mouth the second you opened the door to Soobin, there was still an amused smile on your face. The man chuckled and leaned in to give you a chaste peck on the lips before bending down to take his shoes off.

"Sorry, baby, blame Beomgyu for it," he laughed and as soon as his feet were free he launched over to pull you into a tight hug.

"Beomgyu? Why him?" "I don't know, everything's his fault somehow." You didn't even have the time to laugh before Soobin was eagerly pulling you deeper into the flat, the excitement rolling off of him in waves.

"Come on, baby, let's have a nice evening together," he announced into the quiet space, "I've got a nice surprise for you later." You laughed again, but ultimately followed after him.

"I swear to god Soob, if you pull out male edible thongs again, I'm going to spend our third anniversary digging your shallow grave and getting rid of the evidence." All you got in response was his raised eyebrow and jokingly disapproving look before you both stepped into the kitched and the prepared view came into sight.

You spend the afternoon cooking and baking, preparing a nice dinner for you two, so you could spend the time in the privacy of your shared flat. Not that you were against restaurants, but both of you sometimes prefered the peace and quiet your home offered you. Not to mention that you were terrible homebodies and loved the idea of spending your birthdays and anniversaries eating ice cream in pyjamas and playing Mario Kart.

The table was set for the two of you, decorated with lit candles and flowers, the pie you baked already prepared on a nice plate while the steaks were kept on the stove to preserve the heat.

"Hurry up baby, we have a lot to do today," Soobin urged you again, pulling you to the stove to to assist you while plating and somehow hoping he'd be able to hurry you along.

You noted his sudden eagerness, and it warmed your heart knowing your boyfriend was this excited about this milestone with you, and you couldn't help yourself and stole a few kisses off of the man whining for you to come to the table and eat.

Normally you could chalk this up to his hunger, but even during the duration of the dinner Soobin was strangely squirmy, his cheeks red and eyes blown wide with unexplainable elation. It was so stinking cute.

The anticipation was rolling off of him in waves, and he was just so chattery and joyful, it was enough to push happy tears into your eyes when the realisation that you've already been together for three years hit you. You had a feeling this was going to be one of the best anniversaries you guys would have together.

Like that the dinner flew by in a blink of an eye, the conversation flowing naturally and you both laughing the evening away and basking in your affection, spending the evening together channelling your love for one another.

Soobin insisted on cleaning up, and the strange excitement made itself known again as you watched his tall lanky figure flail around in the kitchen while you laughed at him and sipped on your wine.

But now it was time to move to the living room - because that's where the you two usually moved, to play or to watch something or to just settle down on the couch and talk.

As you started spreading the blankets on the sofa, fluffing up the pillows and moving the pie to the little table there, suddenly there was an over-grown excited puppy hanging off of your back.

"Binnie, I need to move so that we can sit down," you chided him softly, patting his arms wrapped around waist, but he seemed to have a different idea.

Feeling the light kisses on your neck, you giggled at the man lightly, playfully trying to push him away.

"Nu-uh mister, behave," you tried to worm out of his hold, but all you managed to do was turn around so now you were facing the man. He only smirked at you, before he gently kissed you again.

There was nothing easier than letting the man kiss you, the soft flow of your passion slowly clouding your mind when he didn't let up and instead pushed you closer together.

"Baby," was all he whispered and you knew it was useless trying to fight against him. Not that you wanted to anyway. Instead you looped your own hands around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

You were stumbling through the halls tangled together like a duo of horny teenagers, romantic evening by the TV long forgotten the moment Soobin got his hands on you.

And it did make sense this was where you would end up with how eager he was that evening - and you enjoyed that, so much.

And that night was so special. Soobin was a versatile lover - he could be playful, he could be mean. That night he was so soft and gentle, laying you down on the bed and covering you with his body, hands softly caressing up your body as he kissed down your neck.

You wore a nice black dress, legs exposed for his big hands to grab at, and Soobin seemed to appreciate that.

Every gesture was full of slow passion - the way his hands gently slid the dress straps of your shoulders, his mouth following in its footsteps and loving on your collarbones, the way he so perfectly fit between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips while he gently rolled into you, making both of your breaths hitch.

You had your hands tangled into his soft brownish hair and they bobbed together with the movements of his lazy wet kisses. Pushing your dress out of the way he put attention to your breasts, nipping the skin gently and sucking onto your nipples.

You found yourself writhing under him, back arched and pleas for more spilling out of your mouth, the small undulations of his hips driving you crazy and stoking your lust.

Before you knew it, you were both naked, tangled together naked skin on naked skin. You could taste the sweat on Soobin's lips as he rolled his hips into you slowly, savouring every moment. The look in his eyes spoke of intense love merging with lust, soaking the whole atmosphere with pure adoration.

It was beautiful.

He always knew how to please you so well, hitting you just right. Your moans pitched higher as you clenched on him, and the man himself stuttered, groans spilling out. You haven't made love like this in a long time, drowning in each other in affection, bodies moulding together, hands grabbing onto any piece of skin avalaible.

"I love you, baby," Soobin grunted out, hips stuttering. He was arching over you, drops of sweat rolling down his cheeks. His eyes were glassy and honest, everything spilling out of them.

You grabbed his cheeks and brought him closer to kiss again, tongues sliding together much like your bodies did, rhythm building as your climax neared.

"Love you, Soob," you cried out, "love you so much!"

He was desperately holding onto your thighs, hips smoothly thrusting into you, cock throbbing where it was pushed as far as it go and you clenched on him.

Everything burst and spiralled out of control, the pleasure overflowing and you both came, your body sucking his in deeper as you cried and moaned, the waves of ecstasy pulling you under the sweet blanket of buzzing pleasure. Soobin was moaning sweetly over you, riding out his own orgasm.

Once the high wore off, he plopped down next to you, immediately gathering you into his arms and pressing your sweaty overheating bodies together. You wanted to joke around and swatt him away, but the moment was so tender you let him smush you together while you were catching your breaths.

Calming down you started to feel a little cold now, but you indulge Soobin who was nervously shifting around next to you while playing with your hand.

With a big sigh he suddenly sat up and moved from the bed. You thought nothing of it, expecting him to just go to the bathroom and come back to clean you up, but then he was back next to you, pressing himself into your side.

You laughed at him gently and reached over to play with his hair, but Soobin was giving you the famed big eyed bunny look, worrying his lip between his teeth.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to do this, but... I think it's perfect either way," he whispered into your neck and you made a confused sound.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, and then there was a little black jewellery box sitting on your naked stomach.

Everything froze that moment, even Soobin felt like he wasn't breathing while you took it in. The insane mix of emotions storming through you was making you speechless, hesitant but happy tears slowly swelling up in your eyes.

"Soobin..." you whispered, gently grasping the little box, "is this what I think it is?" His hands were back to caressing your sides, now warming you up after you cooled down so rapidly.

"Just open it," his voice barely audible, the nerves swallowing it all up. He was trying hard to stay still, but you could feel how tense he was.

Opening it, there was the most beautiful ring sitting there, one just like you wanted.

"I asked your bestie, she helped me choose," Soobin breathed with breathless chuckle into your shoulder, "Y/N... would you marry me?"

The chuckle that tumbled out of your mouth was wet with the backed up tears. "Of course I'll marry you, you dummy," you cried, tearing the ring out of the box and putting it on, angling your hand so you could admire it, before you turned to your now fiance and attacked his face with kisses.

It took a long time before you calmed down between all the breathless kisses and giggles and tears, settling down into the bed still tangled into an embrace that neither of you would break anytime soon.

You were too pumped and excited to fall asleep, and you could feel Soobin gently sniffling into your neck, the happiness pouring off of him in waves as his hands grabbed onto you and refused to let go, while you couldn't stop looking at and admiring your new ring.

And you know what? You were right.

This was the best anniversary you two had, and it would be for a while.

"Oh my god!" you suddenly exclaimed, tensing up. Soobin's head shot up from your shoulder, looking alarmed.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"I forgot to cover up the pie, it's gonna get dry." Soobin gave me a single look before bursting out laughing and pulling me back into bed.

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Similar fic idea to One Step Three Steps, but instead of some random Hatake brat being zapped into modern Konoha from the very early days of the village, it was actually the at the time Hatake Clan Head.

I'm gonna go with the Hatake family tree I tossed into Chasing Shadows for fun, meaning a) the clan head is named Haruka, and b) she's Sakumo's mother (thus Kakashi's grandmother) and Tobirama's aunt

She died very shortly after Tobirama (like a week tops) and the rest of her clan was wiped out pretty soon after her.

(Sakumo was raised by the only other survivor of the clan, an old grandma with poor memory who hadn't been in any state to fight, and who later passed away when Sakumo was still pretty young— so he learned very little about their clan and their traditions, and then passed on even less to Kakashi before he died)

I have literally nothing else for her other than the above, so I guess we'll figure out her character together as we go along

With that said, this is gonna be a long one, so buckle in for

✨️ The Hatake clan head time travels from early to modern Konoha ✨️

Immediately, there's just so much potential pretty much anywhere you drop her into the timeline.

Lets take her from the very first years of Konoha, where they're still lowkey building the village and Madara is still around (bc I love the drama of the time traveler respecting Madara only for the future people to be like "oooo... ok, so bad news actually— Also, you legally aren't allowed to talk good about him for military dictatorship reasons, sorry :(" )

And then we're gonna drop her into kid Kakashi era, with Sakumo still being alive

Right off the bat -> That's Sakumo's fucking mom!!!! Holy shit you guys!!! The last time she saw him he was like a literal infant she JUST recovered from birthing AND NOW HES A WHOLE MAN!!!!

Shes grabbing him by the cheeks squishing him to death, there may be baby talk involved (he's a grown man let him go oh my god??)

If she comes before his mission gone wrong, her presence prevents him from going on it (disaster averted,,, for now) He's currently in the running for most likely to become next Hokage and she's so disgustingly proud holy shit. Her baby!!! Hokage!!!

Maybe have some talk about how that'd make either 3 or 2 Hatake's in office depending on if you count Hashirama as a Hatake (Haruka does not) and how that's kind of bad, right? Only Haruka doesn't give a SHIT about that (politicians hate her and shed hate them too if she didn't enjoy making them suffer so much)

"But Haruka, as clan head aren't you a politician too by default?"

"Haha yeah!! Isn't that awful? (For all of them)"

If she comes AFTER the dreaded mission gone wrong, Haruka is all about backing up his decision (the Hatake are a clan who emphasize loyalty like no other, which is also part of why they took to Konoha's mentality so well)

Shes telling Sakumo he did the right thing and fuck literally everyone who says otherwise. Trust your momma Sakumo, she knows best

Her being there averts Sakumo's death— either bc she manages to keep him going, or bc she interrupts him mid suicide

(I can see Sakumo trying to go through with it specifically bc he thinks at least Kakashi has Haruka now once he's gone)

Also oh my god SAKUMO YOU HAD A BABY??? SHE HAS A GRANDBABY???? AWWW CMERE LITTLE GUY LET GRANDMA GIVE YOU A SMOOCH— OHHH SAKUMO LOOK AT HOW HE STABBED ME OHH WHAT A GOOD BOY, WHAT A CUTE BABY BOY!! CMERE BABY— OHH SAKUMO LOOK HES BITING ME AWWW THATS SO CUTE!! WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? (said like she's talking to a fucking dog)

Kakashi kind of hates her.

There's like a whole big bit about the Hatake clan bloodline limit, which is sort of general wolfy stuff, enhanced senses, some extra strength, etc. And my all-time favorite take, adaptation ✨️

Their white chakra is super flexible, able to adapt and change to fit pretty much any situation —or even other bloodline limits. (Which is why Kakashi not only survived the sharingan implant but came to arguably master it)

Anyways -> other than the white chakra (which neither Sakumo or Kakashi know the details of other than it's their family chakra and its,, white. Exciting, I know), their bloodline limit seems to have borderline dissapeared with Kakashi and Sakumo, due to basically them not knowing how to feed into it / activley supressing it to conform to polite society (unaware that certain impulses aren't actually just intrusive thoughts but actual instinct trying to get them to do things necessary to feed into and reawakened their bloodline limit)

Kakashi actually shows more hints of still having it bc of his age, while Sakumo is very well practiced in accidentally supressing it to conform with general society.

So obviously, Haruka is like "hey guys!! What the actual fuck is this!!" and immediatley (borderline desperatley) trying to get them back to her perceived normal

She's actually REALLY fucked up about all this. Her own son!! Her own grandbaby!! And they don't even eat enough MEAT!!!! This is an actual nightmare, this is like basic baby stuff all the Hatake's should know and she's getting nothing but blank looks and vuagley ashamed guilty stares from Sakumo as she asks if he even takes Kakashi on hunts (he didn't even know that was a thing he should be doing.)

Don't even get her started when she learns Sakumo isn't acting as clan head on the Konoha clan council, holy shit. The Hatake might be a clan of 2 now but they were among the first clans to come to Konoha— she doesn't give a shit how many of them are left, if the number is more than 1 then there better be a fucking representative of theirs on that goddamn council

Funny bit where Kakashi tries to bite someone and Sakumo is telling him to stop bc jesus christ child can you behave for 5 seconds oh god he's so sorry— and Haruka is like, why are you telling him to stop??? This is enrichment for him :)) if there's no blood it's fine, that's the official clan policy for dealing with kids

Haruka... isn't actually a very good choice to leave as your babysitter. If nothing is on fire and no one is dead she considers herself successful.

Sakumo will learn this. In time.

Mmmm bad ending where Sakumo goes through with the suicide. Could be very fun and fucked up n dramatic.

Kakashi doesn't find his father's body first bc Haruka does— or maybe he does but Haruka walks in right behind him and forces him to close his eyes before he can actually see the body.

Fun scene where Haruka is physically wrestling Kakashi away from his father's body, a hand over his eyes as he screams and claws at her, demanding that she let go and let him see his dad.

Can't she smell the blood!? Tou-san is hurt, he needs help! What are you doing!!? Let him go!! Tou-san, Tou-san, where are you? Why aren't you answering?!

He bites her hand in his struggles, so deep that it later scars (just another reminder of the day, oh boy !!)

Haruka getting hit by the fucking brick of reality, straight in the face. She got to meet her son, the only survivor of their clan from her era, just in time for him to die <3

The fic then takes a HARD turn from the silly fluffy fun times of Haruka goofing around telling people to suck her dick if they have a problem with her (which a lot of people definitely do)

-> Right into shinobi politics, political schemes and sabotaged missions and buried clan history galore territory. Haruka isn't ab to take this lying down and everyone's about to get their first look at a grieving Hatake mother in her prime who just lost her baby to the shinobi rumor mill

Before she was kind of keeping to herself just having fun in the clan compound, not reeeally getting involved with any politics or village shit, bc like, she's playing with her family!! This is like her vacation till the time travel is solved and she goes back home!!

But she's not doing that anymore.

Sakumo is gone and Haruka is more than willing to take the seat he chose to leave empty at the clan council. She's about to become EVERYONES problem.

In the bg, Kakashi VIOLENTLY swings between fucking hating Haruka ("You should have stopped him! You should have been there! You should have helped!") to being like, physically unable to be unatached from her (she's waking up in the middle of the night to find him suddenly burrowed into her blankets, holding on to her like he's scared she'll dissapear when he wakes up)

Small soft scene where he's sleeping on top of her and quietly whispers that he's sorry for biting her.

Haruka possibly tries to have Kakashi temporarily drop his training but it's a very hard battle to fight. Both bc Kakashi wants to fight and bc Konoha wants him to fight

Uhh first big scary Haruka politics scene when she puts her foot down and says something along the lines of, "are you telling me here and now that my word as Hatake clan head is not enough to stop Konoha from taking away my child?" And Sarutobi kind of has to back down bc that does NOT fly well with the other clans

Obito and Rin swing by and try to pry at why Kakashi can't fight and she just fucking stares at them and goes, "He's 6."

She goes home and puts her head in her fucking hands. She was promised Konoha was to keep the kids SAFE, that's the entire fucking reason the Hatake agreed to join!!! This is not safe Tobirama, you bitch!!!!! If they send out Kakashi to die, shes going to find your fucking ghost and grind your face into Kakashi's grave!!!!

Anyways, time for my favorite part: politics

Haruka is coming from the early days of Konoha, where the only reason the Hatake even joined the village was, "because my cute little nephew (Tobirama) asked us real nice"

In her mind, she and her clan are still allowed to back the fuck up out of the village whenever she so chooses. She likes it in Konoha, yeah, but they're still free reign nomads and while she'd like to stay and have her clan flourish (which they didn't exactly do and she can literally SEE the way the village destroyed them from the inside out) she and her clan retain the right to leave whenever they want. And if they do leave, other than losing the new friends, it won't exactly be hard on them to get back to the nomad life.

All of that is to say that Sarutobi isn't her Hokage and while she'll be nice and respectful bc she recognizes the position (and her position) when push comes to shove, there's literally nothing they can hold on her to make her bend or break.

Also the last time she saw Sarutobi he was one of her nephews little brat tag-alongs, and she's so fucking bad at treating people their age, doubly so if she knew them as a kid.

It's,,, kind of demeaning actually, she should stop. (She will not.)

Anyways: play into her not just being Tobirama's aunt but also Hashirama's (her sister was their mother) which becomes fun bc Kakashi is her fucking grandkid!! Meaning he's also their fucking cousin!! Politics!! Implications!!!

At least one person is making a "of fucking course the boy genius is related to one of them" joke but like in an angry way (it's probably Obito)

Anyways I started this off with basically nothing for Haruka other than her name and I think she accidentally turned into a real character along the way (inevitable tbh)

Shes a DEEPLY flawed person actually, which I kind of love. She has a habit of belittling people and not treating them their age (absoloutley calls everyone even slightly younger than her 'kid')

Her views of childcare are totally skewed and she should not be trusted with any children other than Kakashi (it's ok he's literally built different, she can provide proper enrichment for him)

Edit: I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN TO POST THIS YET IM GONNA KILL MYSELF I WAS STILL QRITING IM GONNA END IT ALL TUMBLR I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

Shes so fucking full of herself and about to make it EVERYONES problem

[little-annie]

Thanks to the @strangerthingswritersguild for the prompt and @eyesofshinigami for the brain worm 🪱 our conversation created.

Did you know in fan fic writing the term Rubber Ducking refers to bouncing ideas off of each other/ brainstorming with friends? Well I didn't. I thought it was a sex thing.

From that, this idea was born.

Rubber Ducking | M | 873 WC | Steddie | Buckingham

It was a cold February night when the first sighting occurred. The air in the apartment had felt different. Charged with an electricity Robin couldn't explain.

Something was happening. And at first she had thought it was an anomaly, then maybe a coincidence. 

But then it kept happening. 

Those black empty eyes met hers and mere hours later the sound of the city was lost to the wails of the night.

It sounded like torture.

Like the stripping of flesh and bones.

But even more horrifically, Robin learned it was anything but.

Sure, there was flesh and bone, but how Steve apparently getting absolutely railed by Eddie in the next room over had any connection to the rubber ducky that ended up on the living room coffee table every so often, Robin hadn't the slightest clue.

She just knew that unfortunately there had to be one.

A few weeks later, sitting at the breakfast bar and trying to ignore the low hanging neckline of Chrissy's already frankly obscene tank top, Robin notices the presence of yet another rubber ducky.

This one donning a Sailor's hat and suit. Similar to the one she remembers her and Steve wearing in their days at Scoops Ahoy. 

Not twenty minutes later she's met with Eddie asking if she knows where Steve hid his old uniform. Regrettably she tells him, and that night goes to bed taking precautionary measures with foam plugs in her ears.

The following week there's a light blue ducky on the coffee table instead, then a grey ducky the week after. Then after a few more weeks there's what appears to be a leather daddy ducky. 

Sometimes in between there's a plain normal rubber ducky.

“You figure it out yet?” Chrissy asks one evening, plopping down onto the couch next to Robin and setting her feet in her lap.

God what she wouldn't do for this girl and her polka dot pink fuzzy socks.

Looking over at the boys who are now apparently disgustingly in love, and currently trading lazy kisses and giggles back and forth in the loveseat, Robin sighs, “Unfortunately.”

She nearly had the code cracked before a drunken Steve had told her what it all meant.

Original Ducky = Someone is horny.

Sailor Ducky (Sir Butterscotch) = Someone wears the Scoops uniform. 

Light Blue (Richard) = Someone wants to give / receive head.

Grey (Bari) = Someone wants to be tied up/do the tying up.

Leather Daddy = "You really don't want to know Robin.”

So essentially flagging, she figures, but with various types of rubber duckys, which is horrific in its own way.

Now when one of them is feeling it, they pick a rubber ducky of their choosing and leave it out on the coffee table as a subtle way of asking for the represented attention.

“Sex Duck,” Robin sighs, leaning her head against the back of the couch, turning to look at Chrissy, “They have a fucking sex duck.”

“Like that show with the sex mug?”

“Like the show with the sex mug.” She answers flatly 

Sure seeing the ducks at home was bad enough, but when they started appearing in the wild it was so much worse.

First in Steve's car on the dash, then Eddie's van, then one day at work when Eddie came sauntering in and pulled a light blue ducky from his pocket, tossing it in Steve's direction before walking off towards the employees only bathroom.

They think they're subtle, but really they're not.

It's just another Tuesday evening when a new ducky makes its way onto the coffee table in the living room. Traditional like the first, but donning a pink bow and black painted on lashes. Feminine. Cute.

Like a game, Robin's began trying to decipher the meaning behind every duck before Steve inevitably tells her. It helps her cope with the trauma. 

This one though, makes her wonder. 

Sitting on the couch staring probably a little too intensely at the newest addition to the boys collection, Robin hardly notices when Steve plops down beside her.

She startles when she notices him, his voice catching her off guard. “Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to figure out what kink of yours this little lady represents.”

Steve hums and Eddie joins them shortly after, settling in the rocking chair across from them, giving the ducky the same odd look Robin had been moments ago.

“Whatcha doing, Buck?”

She gestures to the duck, “Figuring out her deal.”

Feminization maybe?

“Chrissy?” Eddie asks

“What?” Robin looks up from those cute long lashed eyes, “No. Your duck.”

Next to her Steve huffs a laugh, crossing his arms and leaning back against the couch. “Not our ducky, Rob.”

What?

“Course it is.”

“Not our ducky, Babe.” Eddie repeats Steve's words.

It has to be. “Well it's not mine.” Robin grumbles.

“No, no Rob it's not.” Steve nudges Robin's knee with his, “Maybe it's meant for you though.”

No.

No?

Looking far too excited, Eddie smirks, “Chris is in her room isn't she?”

Well… it… it wouldn't hurt to check would it? Maybe the boys are just teasing her, playing a game. But on the off chance they're not…

“You gonna go get your girl, Rob?”

Jesus Christ, she's going to, isn't she?

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 2 - Handcuffs

Kinks: Handcuffs

Pairing: M!Reader x M!Orc

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1627 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“Where did you even get these?” You have to bend your neck at an awkward angle to look at your own wrists, the fuzzy red cuffs with your name in block letters now holding your hands up and attached to the headboard.

“Etsy.” Bog says, adjusting the restraint so the fuzzy side presses against your wrists. “They're cute, like you.” Bog leans down and kisses your cheek, his other hand now fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. You had only been able to undo two before he had thrown you on the bed, asking if you wanted to try something new tonight. 

The tight, white button up is practically bursting at the seams anyways, Bog easily popping each button like a tab on a soda can. Just the hint of his chest, that dark forest green speckled with black chest hair, has you salivating at the mouth. Gods, how’d you get so lucky?

Bog leaves his shirt open and hanging off his shoulders, displaying his pecs and proud belly, before moving onto his belt. The jingle of the buckle being undone is almost pavlovian, your cock twitching and the headboard rattling as you instinctively yank on the handcuffs.

“Naughty boy. Already breaking the rules?” Bog laughs, pulling the belt out of its loops with a flourish. “Good thing I got the extra tough kind.”

“Can’t help it.” You grind up, cock nestled in your tight slacks and between Bog’s legs. “You’re so hot.” You bite your lip as Bog pulls down his fly, revealing your favorite pair of boxer briefs and his sizable bulge. Damn, you think you might be drooling. 

“You’re the hot one, babe.” Bog drags a hand down your front, undoing your own buttons with a familiar dexterity. Goosebumps pepper across your neck, breath catching as Bog lingers just below your belly button. “Look at you, all tied up and desperate.” He reaches down and palms your cock, a raspy moan bursting from your mouth.

“O-only for you, baby.” 

“Damn right.” 

Bog other hand snakes down his stomach and into his briefs, jerking off his already stiff dick underneath the fabric. The one on your crotch squeezes up your shaft, pre-cum pressing a stain into your date-night pants. Bog darts his tongue out between his tusks, eyeing up your chest as it breathes, nice and slow.

The fuzz on your wrists only does so much to prevent any bruising, your arms straining against them as you watch Bog’s hand jerk up and down, languid and slow. He does the same to yours, just pressing against the fabric and rubbing his thumb across your head.

“C-come on, Bog.”

“C-come on what?” Bog leans forward, reveling in your quick submission. 

“Let me see-e it.” You whine, the hint of his bulge not enough anymore.

Bog smirks but doesn’t hesitate to whip out his massive cock, already swollen and dark green with blood. A prominent vein runs up the middle, curving to the left with his head. You bite your bottom lip.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, you want this dick?” The hand palming you moved up to your fly, dexterously popping open the button and pulling down the fly. Your hips cant upwards.

“Please.” You whine, eyes still locked on Bog’s member, which bobs under its own weight. White precum beads at the tip, looking disgustingly appetizing. Normally at this point you’d already be deepthroating it, too desperate to not have his cock in one of your holes. But the handcuffs are putting the work in, keeping you right in place.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” Bog stops stroking himself to yank at the hem of your pants, forcing that and your boxers down to your ankles and throwing them to the side. A calloused thumb presses at your hole as Bog reaches for the bottle of lube nearby. Your legs shake and tremble, still fruitlessly pulling your weight, trying to pull him even closer to you. Your ankles try their best to hook around the bend of his knee, but that strong core doesn’t falter under your frantic tugs. He slaps your inner thigh, making you yelp. “Patience, babe. That’s why I had to get the cuffs, cause you're so damn naughty.” 

The louver is cold as it drips down your ass cheeks, Bog rubbing into it into that tight ring with his thumb, easily pushing past and down to his knuckle.

“Damn, nice and stretched already. You really are a slut.”

“Just for your dick.” You say, whining as he pulls out his thumb. But the familiar feeling of a cockhead pressed against your asshole is enough to shut you up, biting your bottom lip as Bog lines himself up.

“Aaah, there we go~” Bog sighs as he slowly sinks himself inside you, lube squelching as it spurts up against the intrusion. Your eyes roll back in your head, that thick coke-can dick always making you burn in the best of ways. 

It isn’t long before Bog is fully seated inside you, balls nice and snug as he grinds his hips, searching for your prostate. His search is rewarded with another jerk of your hips and a breathy moan, your boner throbbing.

“Right there, huh?” Bog chuckles, rubbing his fingers down the bony joint of your ankle. He gives a small mini-thrust, sparks shooting out behind your eyes.

“Uh-uh.” You nod dumbly, lips darting out to wet your dry lips. The handcuffs dig into your wrists again, body moving to grab Bog by the hips and force him to fuck you faster.

“I like seeing you like this.” Bog pulls out a couple inches before slowly thrusting them back in at a snail's pace. The moment of pressure against your prostate is good, a shock of  electricity moving down your leg, but still not enough. “Desperate, but helpless. All whiny and cute.” Bog reaches up and pats your cheek like he would a dog who just did a basic trick. The way it turns you on indicates that something just awoke in you. 

Bog slides out again, almost 3/4ths of the way, and slams a bit harder. You gasp, stomach turning as another shock makes your abdomen clench. Wrapping his hands around both of your ankles, Bog pulls out all the way.

“But I like seeing you go dumb on my cock even more.”

This thrust is leagues faster than others, moving your body halfway up the bed with its force. You choke out another gasp as Bog begins to fuck you with a fervor, gone with the teasing strokes of before. Using your own legs as leverage he fucks into you like a cheap sex toy, cock battering your insides as his balls slam against your backside.

The handcuffs shake and shudder as your moved up and down, arms now limp and no longer fighting as you receive a proper fucking. Bog isn’t even giving you time to backchat, mind quickly going numb from the constant assault on your sensitive spot,

“O-oh, fuck!” You sigh as Bog moves a hand down to your thigh and pushes your lower half upward, forcing you to bend in half and his dick to go even deeper inside of you. The room is beginning to spin, your ability for rational thought departing as your nervous system is overwhelmed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

 Your two bodies stick together as the room gets hotter and hotter, sweat rolling down Bog’s abdomen and onto yours, forming a pool in the creases of your stomach. 

“Not so sassy now, h-huh?” Bog pants out, cheeks flushed a deep green as he humps downward. How his thighs and glutes haven’t given out yet is a testament to his body, all the muscle from hard work and not just for show. Even now his hands barely don’t grip your ankles too tight, core muscles flexing as he keeps himself stable enough to fuck you into oblivion.

The headboard creeks once Bog moves a hand down to your cock, jerking it hard and fast. Sloppily, just as hips and rhythm begin to devolve into a mess of movement.

“I'm gonna cum!” Your voice keens, legs beginning to spasm as the edge gets closer and closer. No care for your neighbors, who no doubt will be filing a noise complaining. If not from them than your downstairs neighbors too, the slamming bed probably shaking the foundations of their walls.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy.” Bog says as he cups your balls, thumb pressed right against your perineum for the final finish. His hips never stop, despite the hitch in his voice and the way his legs begin to shake.

“Oh! Oh!”

Light bursts behind your eyelids as you finally reach the peak, cock spasming as cum splatters across your stomach, getting as high as your clavicle. Bog’s finally digs his nails into your ankles as he also cums, filling your ass up with a fresh load, just how you like it. There’s a debaucherous popping noise as he unsheathes his softening cock from you, spurts of his semen dribbling out your asshole and onto the expensive bed sheets.

He’s exhausted, you can tell. Bog’s arms are trembling as reaches up to your handcuffs, struggling to line up the key with the small hole. You laugh as he keeps sliding the key a little too much to the left.

“Was I the one fucked-stupid or you?”

“Shut up, babe.” Bog says with no malice, laughing despite his clear frustration.

From this angle you can see every line of his face, the fine contours where his jaw meets his neck, the pulsing veins from the workout you both just endured.

“I love you.”

Bog looks down, that usual wiry smile on his face.”

“Love ya too, baby.”

[couchpotatoaniki]

An Annoying Kind of Pretty

Pairing: College Rival!Jungkook x College!Reader (British college, so basically senior year in highschool--they're 18) Word count: 4k+ Tags: mega fluff, light swearing, mentions of very mild violence (banter...maybe), mentions of clowns, reader is terrified of them, honestly, just cute shit, and they're being idiots A/N: I'm in the middle of reading Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert and this just sprung to mind soooooooo yeah

No matter how much you scrub, you can't get this darn plate clean. At this point, you're ready to smash it to pieces so you don't have to spend another second on it. But, alas, this is not your dish and therefore dish-smashing rights are revoked. A true travesty, considering how ugly the damn thing looks anyway. Society would be better off without it.

But you scrub, scrub, scr--"Are you done?" A deep voice rumbles behind you. Involuntarily, your eyes close to hide the annoyance flickering through them, lest he somehow sees through the obscured reflection of the kitchen window. This time you've spent together has taught you he's almost decent at guessing body language (almost--he's still otherwise a useless male).

Gosh, if only you could destroy the plate and take a shard to one of his annoyingly pretty brown eyes. Honestly, the fact that a man like him has such wonderful features is what you'd consider to be a crime that nature has committed.

"What does it look like?" Yeah, maybe you should relax your jaw before your teeth grind to dust. Your dentist would have a heartattack if she saw the stress they've put them under lately (she likes to talk about them like they're some separate entity, a bit odd but she's sweet and likes to rant about her cats so you can happily bare it).

"Looks like you're slacking off."

Excuse me? "Maybe I'd be more efficient if you didn't leave your dishes to grow a mini ecosystem in your kitchen. You're likely worshiped as a god by bacteria since you created them their own little world."

He rolls his eyes. This you can't see through the haze of his reflection on the slightly filthy window but you've somehow grown accustomed to his mannerisms. Like a shitty superpower.

"Don't be so dra--"

"If you dare say 'dramatic', the next thing I'll be cleaning are your insides off the floor and countertops."

His reflection raises a hand in mock surrender. "Touché. But for your information, I don't live here."

This makes you turn around, pinning him with a glare. "If you don't live here, which ogre or troll does?"

"My brother. But he's been... ah, what's the word--" he waves his hand in a circular motion with his eyes closed, only to open again at the snap of his fingers--"backpacking across mainland Europe for past three months."

A huff leaves your nose as you return to the gruelling task at hand. You're going to need a shower after this, maybe two, just to make sure you don't catch the Black Plague or some other disease that would trigger another pandemic. "Then why am I here?"

"Because you owe me, remember?"

"Yes, you--not your brother that can't even remember to put away his dishes before he goes on stupidly basic holidays."

"'Stupidly basic'?" Jungkook's frame hobbles into the corner of your eye as he mocks you with a smirk. Darn him and his unusually large (and unfortunately well sculpted) build. A disgustingly natural beauty that demands attention, but you'd rather poke your eye repeatedly than admit that to him lest his cocky smirk and big head grow more than it already has.

Yet, you can't help a glance in his direction. Props to you though, your face managed to not betray your soul and remained in it's usual disinterested state.

"If I had a penny for every time I've heard someone backpacking across Europe, I'd be so rich I wouldn't have to pay you back with my services."

"Considering you sprained my wrist and my ankle, I'd request both payment in money and services."

The thought of the Incidents sent and involuntary shudder down your spine. About two weeks ago, you were minding your own business in the library, one thing led to another and long story short, you accidently pushed the usually well-balanced hulking man onto the hardwood floor and his hand landed at a funky angle. Less than 72 hours had passed and various shenanigans ensued involving 12 glue sticks, streamers, a helium tank, and an unwanted clown roaming the gymnasium which led to his second trip to Accident and Emergency.

In all fairness, he shouldn't have even been there helping to set up the farewell assembly for the final years in the first place. His fault, really, but he wouldn't hear of it since you did crash into him as you were running away from a definite (maybe) psycho killer.

"How many times do I have to apologise," you huff.

His finger taps his chin in mock thought. "Preferably forever, seeing as though I am having to limit my activities while it's the summer holidays before we go off to uni. But I suppose having you as my little servant until I get better is decent enough."

You send him another glare before carrying on. Almost spotless, this dish. "This is abuse of power."

He raised his cast as well as a deadpanned expression onto his face. "And this was just regular abuse."

"It was self-defence."

"Against me or the very innocent clown you claimed was 'chasing' you?"

"Both. And he was chasing me. I was terrified."

"Remind me when your birthday is?"

"Why?"

"No particular reason. Certainly not a clown-related one for retaliation. None whatsoever."

Your head turns so quickly to him that it almost gives you whiplash. "You dare."

"We'll just have to see."

Huffing, you finish up the last of the dishes, with Jungkook sat on the countertop beside yours (with a bit of difficulty). Guilt begins to bleed out of your heart and pool into a warmth in your cheeks as you once more mumble an apology to him, the dishes suddenly looking more appealing for your eyes to land on. "I... I really am sorry, though."

He sighs--as he usually does when you once more feel horrible about the state he is in and try to voice it. "Stop that."

For the millionth time, you purse your lips, ready to let a few beats of silence pass before you could say something to return it back to that annoyingly fun hateful banter than the heavy and suffocating air that follows an apology. Jungkook, however, did not care for your mental plans (you don't really think he cares about much of anything besides his grades, friends, and snacks like a typical man).

"Can I... admit something to you? So, like, Truce?"

"...Truce." You reach out for a cloth to wipe anything left on the countertop, but ears keenly remained on him.

"I'm kinda... glad you fucked up my arm." You send him an incredulous look, to which he blurts in response, "don't get me wrong, it hurts like shit and I'm no masochist, but having you here doing my bidding--" his lips quirked at the sight of you murderous glare, "--and keeping me company is... nice."

"...'Nice'." The word feels funny to your ears as you hear it, and even funnier when you speak it.

"Yes, nice." His feet swing a little, his head hanging a little sheepishly. "My friends are cool and all, but you're, like, really fun to piss off." Okay, you might actually end up killing him. "And we don't really hang out all that often during the holidays. Plus, you've got a different vibe to you that I think is... nice--" There's that fucking word again, how on earth did he get higher marks than you in English? "--and my parents work a lot regardless so having you as company is, I suppose, ni--"

"Get a grip, dude." Your eyes roll by themselves. "You're rambling."

His lips pout and his cheeks puff to make a ridiculous (yet adorable) face of a child being lightly scolded for no reason. "You said Truce."

"I'm hearing you out, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but you're still being mean."

"Boo-hoo." He look up at you and his narrowed eyes make you retract your statement. "I mean, sorry. Carry on."

"That's it."

"What's 'it'?"

"The thing I wanted to tell you."

"What thing?"

"You know...the thing."

"You spewed a lot of crap in that short frame of time, I truly have no idea what you're talking about."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed once more, this time in suspicion. "You know exactly what I mean."

"No I don't." It's pitiful to say that your face is losing the battle to keep your smile away, which ultimately makes him gasp and point accusingly towards you.

"Yes, you do, you egg."

"Going for the Shakespearean insults? Wow, I must've really ticked you off," you laugh.

Lucky for you, the nearest thing to him was an almost-finished kitchen roll, otherwise he would've landed you in A&E too from his well-aimed throw to your forearm.

"I'm trying to be sincere." His voice is at that whiney pitch he uses when he's frustrated but not enough to care about it. He tends to only use it around his friends, but the more hellish (a potential exaggeration) time you spend with each other, the easier it slips out of him.

"Stop saying 'nice' like someone's pulling it out of your arse and not in a fun way."

"Well, what else am I supposed to say?! That I think your wonderful and funny and interesting and I like it when we spend time together!"

You try not to let the admission show up in your expression, not when it's making your heart race a mile a minute. "I mean, yeah. Don't stop on my account, keep telling me how you think I'm the most amazing person on the planet and you worship the ground I walk on, please."

He rolls his eyes and smiles in that adorable shy why which tells you that he knows exactly what you're trying to do and appreciates the way you relieve the tension. "Jesus, even when you take the piss out of me you still say 'please' in a way that makes me want to..." he trails off, then sighs. "Nevermind, ignore me."

Oh no, you're not going to let it go that easily. "Hard to do when your pig-headed ego takes up half the room." You take your gloves off--making a mental note to burn them in the incinerator for all they've had to deal with today (it's a mercy, really)--and turn towards him to give your full undivided attention. As if that would make it any easier for him to speak. "Go on, please."

He rolls his eyes again, trying even harder to hide his smile but it's fails just as easily. "Stop it."

"Stop what? Could you tell me, please?" Your head cocks to the side and your eyes challenge him in a teasing sort of way.

"God fucking damnit, Y/N. I don't know how I'm going to survive uni with you," he laughs, but the way he looks back at you feels a little too fond.

It takes a second to process what he just said. "Um, what?"

"What?"

"You said... wait, are we going to the same uni?!"

"Um, yeah? We got into the same uni."

Shock takes ever your expression for a moment. "You remember which uni I applied to?"

He looks at you incredulously. "Yeah, of course I remember. And don't be so damn humble about your exam results, I know for a fact we're both getting in."

You take a second to find a response in your head, which seems momentarily empty except for that one phrase 'of course I remember.' "Well, that's beside the point." Jungkook raises a brow at you, not buying it but willing to shelf the matter for now. "What did you mean by all that earlier?"

He looks down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "I have no idea what you mean."

"No no, you can't get out of it that easily."

"I think I can."

You take a few steps to his side and try to perch yourself up on the side of the counter next to him. He doesn't say anything as he helps you up with his good hand wrapped around your waist--and neither do you in case the combustion of heat in your body will expel flames out of your mouth the second you open it, right for your rival to see. "You're infuriating, you know that right?"

"Really? Haven't heard you say it before."

"Shut up," you chuckle, lightly shoving his shoulder with your own.

"Never. I know how much you love my snark, even if you don't admit it," he grins in return, looking at you in a way that makes your insides turn and twist. God you didn't think you could hate his stupid face even more than you do now (or something like that).

Then there comes a moment where everything went still. You think it's slightly unfair that this boy is able to bend people to his will with his looks and charm, and now apparently he can bend time too. Okay, maybe in this instance it doesn't feel as bad because you strangely don't mind having time suspended when he's there with you.

Those brown eyes flicker down to your lips so quickly you wouldn't have caught it had you not been intently gazing at him too. Rushes of heat fill every inch of your body, and to be honest, you don't know how to respond to it.

Times like these are few between you two, mostly because most of your interactions happen where there's a number of people around. But when it's just the two of you...

It feels slightly dangerous, but in a warm, comforting way that's so addictive you get a little scared of how much you don't want it to end. And also how his lips don't look as repulsive to press your own again as much as they usually do.

Damn him and his witchery.

"Anything else you want me to do?"

He raises a brow. "I want you to do a lot of things, you're gonna have to be more specific."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "I mean, any cleaning up you needed me to do for your unhygienic brother?"

"Ah... no. The dishes were the main thing."

"Okay..." Silence stretches around the two of you until you find enough boldness within you to break it. "What were the other things?"

"What other things?"

"That you wanted me to do."

"Uh, I think you might fracture my balls too if I said them."

"Coward."

The corner of his lips curve. "There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity."

"Wow, I didn't think you knew it existed since you tend to cross it a lot."

"Har har," he deadpans, making you smile.

Your hands run over your thighs, a nervous tick you have that you have no doubt he's clocked onto by the way his good hand reaches out to squeeze one of them gently. Your hand, that is, though a corner of your traitorous mind that's steadily becoming louder over the past couple of weeks the longer you spend time with him thinks that maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it was your thigh instead. It's certainly big enough and you've seen the way he handles modelling clay for his art homework. There's no doubt he'd be able to relieve the tension of the muscles there. Or anywhere else--ah, no. Nope. Absolutely not.

"Sometimes I kinda kick myself for doing this deal with you." At your quizzical look, he clears his throat. "Makes it harder to ignore you when you're right with me for a good chunk of the day."

"You couldn't ignore me even if you tried."

He snorts. "Tired and proven."

Your brows scrunch, though your heart still beats against your chest. "What, really? You've tried to ignore me? Damn. Here I was hoping it would've worked out."

"Oh, I tried a few years ago, I think? Closer to when we first met. But unfortunately, you're hard to ignore."

Mockingly, you straighten you back and lift your head up. "Given how perfect I am, smarts and looks and all."

His smile is a bit weaker this time. "Yeah... Practically impossible to keep my mind off you."

Silence flows once more for a moment or two and you realise his hands is still wrapped around yours. "You know I tried too...in the beginning. Unfortunately, that didn't last long either."

His brow quicks. "Given how perfect I am, smarts and looks and all?"

"The opposite, actually. You were too dumb and ugly not to. Out of pity, really." From your teasing expression, he knows that he was right.

"Riiiiight, 'pity'. We'll go for that blatant lie if you want to save face."

"I have no idea what you mean."

"I think you do."

"I think I don't."

You don't realise until now how close your faces have gotten, able to feel the soft gentle breaths against your lips from his. It feels so difficult to maintain the distance but even more so to move closer to further.

"When you asked me what I meant by all that... ask me again."

"What?"

"Ask me what I meant by everything I said before."

You've been sensing this coming for a while now, longer than whatever time you've spent together in his brother's now-clean kitchen (thanks to you). Like the sky is falling, but you can't seem to look away from it.

"What did you mean?"

Jungkook's tongue peeks out to run along his bottom lip. "I meant that I... I think you're amazing, potentially out of my league--"

"--definitely out of your league--" Definitely what you would consider a lie because look at him and his social skills and his grades and passion and whatnot.

"--and so damn sweet and kind."

"Did you not just hear me call myself out of your league? Or pay attention to most of our conversations in general."

He sends a questioning look to you, as if he can see through your bullshit. "I think we both know you don't think that--for some stupid reason, because you actually are out of my league."

"Don't be humble, it doesn't suit you."

"I'm not. Just truthful. And the truth is, I find it hard to be around you and not fall for you. I see the person you are when you let your guard down with people you care about and how annoyingly well you follow that moral compass of yours even if you use fancy mean words to distract everyone else."

You snort. "If only you heard my thoughts about you while I was doing the dishes. Maiming was not off the list."

He tried to bite back a laugh. "Given the condition of those dishes, I would give you a free pass for homicide."

"Good thing your teen boy-genes haven't totally overtaken your common sense of hygiene."

"I think we can both agree we're growing out of the 'teen' bit of our lives."

"Nope," you deny quickly, waving your hand out as if to undo what he just said. "I'd like to stick my head in the sand and forget about how quickly life is moving into adulthood until it hits me like a train--"

"--or a clown--"

"--thank you very much," you end tightly, sending him a light-hearted glare.

"As I was saying," he continues, amusement lighting up his face, "it's hard not to want to kiss you at times."

"Even when I'm mouthing off to you?"

"Especially when you're mouthing off."

Even though you were expecting it, it takes a minute to process. "Oh."

"Yes, 'ohhhhh'," he mocks, nudging you with a teasing smirk.

"That must've been annoying in class then."

"Very," he nods solemnly. "There were times I wanted to throw caution to the wind and traumatise everyone."

"From the shit some of my friends say, I don't think people would be that shocked if you'd kiss me."

"Huh, maybe you're not as airheaded as you make yourself out to be."

"Rude," you mumble. "I pay attention. I just tend to...second guess."

"I think my feelings for you were a bit obvious. I mean, I think I could've survived without having you be at my beck and call this summer but I said yes anyway."

"Manipulative bastard."

"Anything for you," he sends a cheesy grin your way, making you laugh at the sudden and very inconvenient butterflies fluttering about in your stomach.

"'Anything'?"

"Okay, from that tone, I can tell you're imagining something horrifying so let me change that to 'anything within reason'."

"Coward."

"You are slightly terrifying."

"Why, thank you," you smile, and he smiles too with that buttery warm look of fondness again before he leans in slowly, giving you enough time to move away. But when you don't, he pressed his lips against yours and fucking hell it's the softest thing you've ever felt.

You don't know how long it takes for the kiss to break but even breathless you still miss the warm softness against your mouth. And apparently he felt the same because it takes very little time for him to capture your lips again, untangling his hand from yours to cup the side of your jaw, keeping you in place--not like it was possible for you to leave his addictive taste anyway, it might take dark magic for that to happen.

Maybe something even more potent, when his tongue slips its way past your lips and you find that he's stolen every single thought that occupied your mind. Again, time slips away until you're lungs are burning from the lack of air and you both pull away--though not too far from one another.

"So," he says breathless.

"So," you repeat in the same manner, mind still a little fuzzy.

"That was... something."

"Good something or bad something?"

"I don't think 'good' is a strong enough word I want to use." You hum in agreement, and reluctantly pull a little further away, his hand dropping back down onto yours. He looks at you curiously. "So..."

"So..."

"Would I be too soon if I asked you to take pity on a poor simp like me and be mine?"

"Hmmm," you hum in thought. "Given your performance, I'm inclined to accept."

"I can upgrade you from being my reluctant servant to my reluctant lover." He wiggles his borrows and you groan.

"With a romantic declaration like that, I find it hard not to accept," you deadpan, before sighing and leaning against his shoulder. You want to bottle up that sound up and listen to it until you get sick of it--which you have a sneaking suspicion is about as likely as the sun imploding in your lifetime.

"Would you let me continue to wreak havoc on your life?"

"Naturally."

"Then yes. I accept." He raises a brow expectantly and you clock on to what he's waiting for. "I'm not saying it."

"Say it."

"No."

"Please?"

"I take back my answer."

"No backsies."

"What, are you five years old or something?"

"Just say it! Say you'll be my lover."

"If you manage to make this relationship last for 50 years, then I will."

He huffs, leaning his head on top of yours, fingers linking with yours. "I suppose I can agree with that. I'll keep a note of it in my calendar."

"How unusually organised of you."

"Like I said, I'd do anything for you."

"Within reason, of course."

"Of course. Doesn't need to be logical reason, just reason."

"Good to know. Now, let's get out of your brother's place. I feel all the germs crawling all over me and need an extra hot shower--maybe two--to feel even remotely clean after that ordeal."

He laughs as he pressed a kiss on top of your head. "Yeah, okay, we can do that. Though I hoped you reminded me before I kissed you."

"You just did again after I told you, dumbass."

"In my defence, I did tell you it was hard not to. If I die of some unknown disease, I blame on you." You roll your eyes with a smile as the two of you hop off the counter and make your way out, hands still clasped together.

[dreamyenskz]

days like this || bang chan x fem!reader (ft. skz)

↳ you go on a road trip with the boys

↳ masterlist

genre: fluff

warnings/notes: chan and reader are disgustingly cute, reader is the same age as chan, kinda short

*lowercase intended

"are we almost there?"

"i'm so tired!"

"get your feet off of me!"

"i need to go to the bathroom~"

"han is drooling on me!"

"why are you touching my butt?"

"why did we agree to thi-"

the group reaches a stop light. chan decided to take the chance to turn around. "hey, respectfully.. shut up!" he yells at them.

the boy's immediately go silent while you were in the passenger seat, stifling your laughter. you looked back at the kids and you felt a little bad. you know that they're all tired and can't seem to keep still, but poor channie has to take care of his seven grown children. you grab his hand and caress it with your thumb to comfort him. chan looks over at you and smiles. he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

you can hear the low sounds of disgust coming from behind you two.

"if i had realized earlier that we'd have to be stuck with this for hours, i wouldn't have come." hyunjin whines.

you and chan look at each other. it's like you two communicate telepathically and know exactly what to do. that's when you both lean in to peck each other on the lips. when you separate, all the boys groan in disgust and whine like little kids. you and chan start giggling at their reactions.

it's 12 am. you guys were currently on a road trip. it was one of those spontaneous ideas that the boys have thought of. (i honestly have no idea where lmfao let your imagination run free). chan has been driving for the past 3 hours with a couple breaks in between. you could see how tired he was. it didn't help that the kids were complaining and asking questions. chan was glad that you came along. it was originally supposed to just be a group thing, but he knew that he was gonna need the extra help to stay sane. when chan asked the rest of the boys if you could come, they were more than happy to say yes. they all really enjoy having you around. they depend on you like the mother of the group. your relationship with each of the boys developed at different rates. half of them, you immediately clicked with. for the rest of them, it took a while to warm up to you. now, you get along with all of them fairly. every moment you spend with them gets pretty chaotic but you enjoy it nonetheless.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

after about a half hour more of driving, chan pulls up to another gas station. he turns the ignition off and turns around. "if any of you guys need to get food or use the bathroom, go now." all of the boys get out to stretch out, leaving you and chan alone in the van.

"thank you for being here, y/n. i think i'd be going crazy the moment we got into the van if you weren't here. we all really needed this small vacation before going back to work, but i guess i kind of forgot that the kids can be pretty crazy." he chuckles and looks over at you. he has a soft smile on his face but you can still see those beautiful dimples trying to peek out

"of course, channie. i love spending time with all of you. the kids drive me crazy too, but god it would be so boring without them in my life. i have you to thank for giving my life more adventure. after meeting you, i wouldn't have it any other way." you say, leaning in closer to chan.

you start getting closer and your faces are only an inch apart until the kids quickly start coming back into the van. they all seem to have a little more energy after putting some more food into their system. this causes you and chan to part and jump a little.

"alright let's get back on the road!" felix says excitedly

chan starts the van and grabs your hand. you look over at him and he leans over to give you a quick peck on the lips. good lord the butterflies he is giving you is no joke.

you hear tiny mumbles and sounds of disgust. "we'll let this one slide because i guess you guys are somewhat cute." seungmin said. you guys start laughing and shaking your head. chan put the van on drive and goes back onto the road. for the rest of the drive, you and the boys sing and dance along to a bunch of kpop songs.

while you're having fun, you look around at the boys. you realize how grateful you are for the life that's been given to you. you have chan to partially thank for that. he's been nothing but the best and you appreciate everything he's done. you can't help but just stare at him as he's singing. he just looks so happy and you would do everything in your power to keep seeing him like that.

the screaming of the kids brought you back to reality, and you continue to sing along very off key with them.

it's days like this that you wouldn't trade for the world.

i've been having a lot of chan soft thoughts lately so yeah lol

i hope you guys enjoyed this one! if you did check out my other works :)

please give feedback or reblog if you find this!

[bow-of-aros]

Day Thirty: Trick or Treat

Summary:

Look, in Ted's defense, Peter did say TRICK or treat. It's not his fault that the kid didn't specify which one.

Second to last day is completed! I think this one is really cute and I love the dynamic of all of them here. Ted went from "Oh god they're all nerds" to "Holy shit am I adopting MORE teenagers?!" and I am here for it. The Peter and Ted relationship is part of me as a person now so I hope that y'all enjoy!! <33

Ted was down to his last three candies to give to this year’s trick or treaters and he was eager to get rid of them. He’d contemplated just turning off his lights and keeping them for himself, but that had just seemed wrong somehow.

Pete and his dork-ass friends and slightly less dork-ass girlfriend were out actually doing the trick-or-treating, dressed up as the Scooby gang, even though they were all seventeen or eighteen years old.

He’d sent them off with an amused, if slightly condescending, smile, to which Richie of all people had responded with, “Just because you were deprived of simple childhood joys after you were deemed too old to be happy doesn’t mean that we have to do the same.”

Yeah, it had surprised him too.

Either way, he’d sent them off after making them promise to be safe, earning an eyeroll from his little brother and an enthusiastic “We will!” from the rest of them which was good enough for Ted.

Just as he was finishing off the second of the two beers he’d allotted himself for the night—What? It’s Halloween!—the doorbell rang.

Fucking finally. Ted paused whatever cheesy horror flick he’d thrown on and made his way to the front door, deciding that even if it was just one kid they could have the rest of the candy.

And he opened the door to Shaggy, Velma, Daphne, and Fred.

“TRICK OR TREAT!” Peter and his friends shouted gleefully at him, holding out full buckets after an apparently very fruitful night.

Ted looked down at his bowl, three candies, four kids.

He could definitely work with this.

He tossed one bar at Steph, “Coffee crisp for you,” then Ruth, “KitKat for you,” Richie, “Mars bar for you which makes you correct because it’s the best,” and finally, he turns to Peter.

The kid looks at him expectantly, “What do I get?”

Ted gestures with the bowl, “Come and see.”

Peter takes a step, crosses through the doorway, gets close enough to peer into the bowl, “There’s nothing in—HEY!”

The second that he got close enough, Ted tossed aside the bowl and wrapped Peter in a massive bear hug, dragging him back so the rest of the kids can enter and watch the show.

“Ted?! What the fuck are you doing?”

His struggles are half-hearted, Peter trusts him enough to not do anything too bad and his nerdy ass is probably curious about where he’s going with this.

Ted grins up at the kid—Up? When the hell had that happened?!—and says, “Well, I’ve run out of treats, so you get the trick! Happy Halloween, Petey!”

And with that, Ted digs his fingers into Pete’s sides, laughing at the shriek he let out before half-sagging against him with the force of his cackles.

“WAIT! Tehehehehed I cahahan’t!” In response, Ted mercifully changed spots and clawed up to his ribs and holy shit the kid had a pair of pipes on him. Thank fuck it’s Halloween or that scream might’ve had people calling the cops on him.

While Pete babbled out please and claims that he was dying! Ted please!, his friends had seemingly no qualms about cheering on his demise from the sidelines.

Steph was just smiling sappily because she and Peter were disgustingly in love, but Ruth and Richie were really having a go at it.

“And he moves to the ribs! A bold move going for the kill this early but it looks like it’s really paying off!” Ruth was holding her KitKat up to her mouth like it was a microphone and she was commentating on a big game.

Richie takes his cue to join in, “Oh, what’s this? It would seem as though Peter’s knees are buckling! What a shame that he’s giving in so soon.”

Peter, through his laughter, still managed to flip off his friends as they were speaking, which of course did the exact opposite of discouraging them.

“What a poor display of sportsmanship! Something like that should be penalized!” Ted was paying enough attention to realize that the last part was directed at him, and who was he to deny these kids the show they so clearly wanted.

Ted made sure that Peter was secure, and also listened to his breathing to make sure that he wasn’t dying, and moved a hand up to scratch behind his ear. And, as he’d expected, the resulting snorts mingled in with frantic giggles brought on a new wave of cheers.

“Yeah! Get him Mr. Spankoffski!”

Ted managed to point a threatening finger at Richie, “I swear to God, kid. If you call me that one more time, you’re next! It’s Ted.”

It was quiet, but he still managed to make out his panicked, “Yes, Ted! Sorry Ted!”

Perfect, looks like his older brother fear factor is still in full swing. Just what he likes to see.

“Tehehehehed! Please lehehehet me gohohoho! I’m sohohohorry!”

Oh shit, he’d almost forgotten about Peter.

He’ll let him off the hook in just a second.

“What are you sorry for?” He shot a wink at the kids who were snickering to each other. Apparently they’ve all figured out that if you keep at it for long enough, Peter will start apologizing for shit that never even happened. IT’s pretty damn funny.

Peter, now curled up enough to have to look up at him, does so with his sad little Bambi eyes and says, “I don’t knohohohohow! Plehehehehease Teddy!”

And, well, how could he say no to that?

Ted sets the kid free and practically tosses him over to his friends who reliably catch him. Steph intertwines her fingers with his while Ruth and Richie practically hang off of him while he huffs out lingering giggles.

He can’t help but smile at them, it’s really nice to see that Peter has this tight-knit group that really cares about him. Ted knows that his high school years would’ve been much improved if he’d had something like that, so he’s happy that his little brother is having a better go at it than he did.

“You are mean!” Peter glares at him, but there’s no heat in those still crinkled eyes, so Ted just laughs while he wanders into the kitchen.

“Yeah, well you said trick or treat!” He grabs the pack of Red Vines he’d picked up specifically for Peter because they were his favourite even though they were disgusting. “You can’t blame me for picking the more fun option!”

Ted walks back into the living room and tosses the candy at Peter, watching as he almost drops it three separate times before getting a good grip on it.

“Now, I’m fucking exhausted. You kids try not to stay up too late, and if you’re loud enough to somehow wake me up,” He looked hard at each one of them, “You will face the consequences.”

He didn’t even get two steps before Peter threw himself at Ted and wrapped him up in a hug of his own. It took about two seconds for the rest of the kids to follow suit and Ted ended up in the middle of a confusingly nice group hug.

“Uh, kid? You alright? Did I break you or something?”

A laugh came from somewhere in the group and Peter said, “I’m fine Ted. Just wanted to say thanks for the candy.”

They unwound themselves from around him, but not before a volley of pinches and pokes had him yelping and batting away mischievous hands.

“Love you Teddy!”

“Yeah! Thanks, Ted!”

“Thank you!”

“Thanks, Mr. Spankoff—Ted!” A sharp glance had Richie quickly correcting himself, “Thanks Ted!”

He grumbled and waved his hands at them as he climbed the stairs, listening to their excited chatter and the unwrapping of various candy. As soon as he was out of sight though, Ted let a fond grin spread across his face.

They could hang around as much as they needed, he decided.

They were good kids.

[butmakeitgayblog]

I would like to run over Lexa, resurrect her, kiss her better and run over her again.

She loved (loves) you for fuck sake, she told you that and you broke up with her?!

Listen.

I know she had reasons, and I know Clarke is not entirely innocent here (even though until now she's just a babe but I trust you), but I would be so furious if I was Clarke when Lexa will eventually confess her feelings.

Can you imagine feeling not enough for someone you love? To know to be not enough because even though you are indeed soulmates, the person you are sure to be THE one, broke up with you? And you know why, or maybe you think you do, but she's still rejected you.

I'm so mad.

I know Lexa comes from a place of survival instinct and pain, but I'm so furious.

SHE TOLD HER SHE LOVES HER.

SHE SHOWS YOU THAT.

I'm... I'm so sad for the both of them, but because I was once in Clarke shoes, it's so sad I want to hug her.

In most of the ff Lexa is the one portrait as tough and still fragile, strong and delicate, but to observe Clarke being put aside (I know they still keep seeing each other, and being cute to each other and loving but it's... Not... You know? Enough?).

And to marry someone that you know, you KNOW is not the one for you but you do it anyway because you gave up on your soulmate, you chose the second best option... I really wanna run over Lexa.

I want to hug her really tight and punch her with love until she understands.

And then I want to hug Clarke and push their faces together while I whisper "And now... Kith... AND STAY TOGETHER OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN."

Sorry.

My doctor would be a little bit disappointed about my heart rate right now.

I read this 3 times cackling 😭 (not the part about you, that im very sorry for and I'm sorry you can relate 😔 if you ever wanna send asks aboit Clarke's perspective you can! It help balance this out a bit because so far everything has been filtered through Lexa's pov)

Listen these are all valid things to feel. Lexa is very stupid in some ways, but those ways are indeed born out of insecurity and problems with accepting her self-worth.

I do want to point tho, just as a possible way to kind of... console the anger we all feel here, Clarke was not at all alone in how much she threw herself into this relationship. Lexa absolutely, 100%, just melted herself into Clarke. This 19 year old kid went from having no stability beyond her own work ethic, and no one who she felt cared about her, to having this sarcastic, mouthy, and genuinely weird little blonde lady who was very pretty and very much in love with her. And she did devote herself and her time and every ounce of her disgustingly robust affections to Clarke whenever they were together. Lexa forgot the world just to be near her, because that was obviously the only place she was meant to be.

But that was the problem.

Just how much she actually devoted herself and her time to Clarke became the problem. I mean it did more than that, there are other thoughts and emotions and insecurities at play that Lexa will word-vomit out eventually, bUT the crux of it all came down to her not having the emotional maturity to know how to balance a love that big, along with everything else.

But she never stopped loving Clarke. Not once. And while, no, she wasn't entirely truthful with Clarke or herself about what kind of love for years, and while it certainly wasn't "enough" (i know, for lack of a better word here), it was still incredibly palpable to anyone around her. It was tangible and demonstrative enough that it kept Clarke right there with her for almost a decade. It was intense enough and blatant enough that Costia gave up even trying to compete in under a year. There is just no questioning it when they're together. Everyone sees it pretty much immediately: Lexa is head over heels in love with that girl.

And that was the thing... Clarke saw it too. She felt it every single day.

She's just kinda stupid too 🥴

So I hear you, I do. Breathe lol. Check the pulse bby it's ok I promise. Just distract yourself with thoughts of them married with lil Griffin babies that Lexa cooks up herself simply because she loves Clarke that much

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 5 - FLUFF

Pinky Promise by Tahlruil

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 38,264 Tags: Domestic Fluff, Growing Old Together, Slice of Life

Summary: Steve wasn't looking for a relationship not really - dating was fun and he was busy learning how to adult properly. A chance encounter with Tony, who's even worse at grocery shopping than he is, has the potential to change all that. The meeting feels significant, even if he could never imagine where it would end up taking him. Tony, meanwhile, was pretty happy with his string of one night stands and no feelings involved relationships. Despite being pushed of of the nest - he suspects Jarvis of giving his mother ideas - he's really not interested in becoming a real adult. Steve makes him want more for the first time ever, and even if it terrifies him, he's willing to see where it goes.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, they're so IN LOVE in this one, I can't. Cuteness overload. If you're looking for disgustingly domestic, tear-your-hair-out-it's-so-sweet goodness, then you've come to the right place. I don't think I've ever read a Stony fic that felt this goddamn real. And it just keeps getting better and better with every paragraph. I would've read a million more words in this universe. Please do yourself a favor and check this one out, it's amazing!

Toasted Buns by copperbadge, scifigrl47

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 47,044 Tags: Public Nudity, Tropical Island, Humor

Summary: After seeing Tony naked and tanned -- all over -- in a decontamination shower, Steve realizes he may be in trouble. Tony, meanwhile, is definitely in trouble over those tabloid pictures of him sunbathing nude. The solution is clearly a tropical island getaway.

Reasons why I love it: Steve and Tony alone on a tropical island after Steve has newly developed a fascination with Tony's lack of tanning lines. What could possibly go wrong? Well, as it turns out, everything goes right instead. There are so many moments in this fic that make me smile, no matter how often I read it, and as always, copperbadge and scifigrl47 knock it out of the park with the humor. This fic is fantastic, so if you haven't read it yet, I hope you go and check it out!

This Simple Feeling by inukagome15

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 17,381 Tags: Friends to Lovers, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Aliens

Summary: When are two good friends not good friends? Sounds like the setup for a brilliant joke, right? Except when the joke mirrors real life. Tony and Steve are just very good friends. So why is it everyone thinks they're dating?

Reasons why I love it: You gotta love how everyone knows Steve and Tony better than they know themselves. They're super cute even when they're 'not' dating, and as soon as they figure their shit out, the fic only gets sweeter. I love this one a lot, so please go and check it out!

[missmitchieg]

i don’t go here but what happened to penelope garcia’s hair ? isn’t it like shoulder length ? did she cut it ? !

/lh , tell me about penelope garcia please ?

Yay! I love talking about babygirl! Ok, so it looks like she did indeed cut her luscious locks so rip to her long princess curls. They will be missed until they grow back. 💖

Ok, so season 1-15 Penelope was MY GIRL, ok? She was MY GIRL.

She's, like, a super genius super cutie and she's super sweet and kind and loves animals. (Seriously, one of the reasons she started working for the FBI is she was a computer hacker and hacked into the website of a cosmetic company that tests on animals and her options when she got caught were literally work for the FBI or her ass is getting thrown in prison. She chose the FBI. We love a queen that fights for animal wellfare. The other reason was she wanted to get away from her garbage, and I do mean GARBAGE, boyfriend and have a better life.)

I'm pretty sure she has ADHD. Maybe autism. IDK, but she's definitely some kinda neurospicy.

She's a walking sparkly neon rainbow. You know the way Flynn's bedroom is described in the one jatp book? Season 1-15 Penelope is that and I love it.

She went ginger once and it was a whole vibe.

Wow, I love her.

She was super nice to her ex boss all the way from s1 to his departure in early s12, and I'm 99% sure was the only one that actually called him bossman or sir bc everyone else just called him Aaron or by his nickname, Hotch. She was really good at making him smile, which actually wasn't that hard but people exaggerate the rarity of a Hotch smile for some reason.

After that, she was still really nice to the replacement he handpicked, Emily Prentiss, who she already adored after working with her since s2.

Hotch was literally physically incapable of saying no to this woman and she fully knew and took advantage of that shit, ok? Seriously, one time, Penelope made a joke like "who could say no to me?" and Hotch just smirked a little bit because he knew he couldn't say anything. Penelope does an incredible imitation of the pleading emoji. Or the Puss In Boots face. Whatever you wanna call this:

"Boss, I want you to hire Tara. 🥺" "Ok. Tell everyone else the position has been filled." "Boss, I don't wanna eat dinner alone. Do you want a veggie omelette? 🥺" "Ok. Do you have jalapeños?"

The hilarious thing is she doesn't even have to make that face. She does it to mess with him.

And then there's her, uh...... interesting little flirtationship with Derek Morgan. Or as Penelope calls him, chocolate thunder. He loves that name and encourages it. He calls her babygirl. They also have about a million other adorable pet names for each other.

*gestures at these gifs* They love each other so much, it's kind of gross. I've said before that before I actually started watching and only had the massive comp of him calling her that, I genuinely really thought Morcia was canon. Like, oh, my GOD, dude. These two are disgustingly obsessed with each other. The shit they say on work calls. He calls her sexy and brilliant Goddess and told her it drives him crazy when "she talks that voulez coucher stuff to him". Like, hello? Honestly, I'm amazed Derek only had to sit through one HR lecture about creating a hostile work environment. Or at least, we only saw one.

Then there's her very sweet friendship with baby genius, boy wonder, good doctor, Agent Doctor Spencer Reid.

MY BABIES. I LOVE THEM. I want them back. Gimme back my Penny², damnit.

And her very sweet friendship with Matt Simmons! Oh, my god. I love them. 🥰🥰🥰

They're cute and I wish at least Penelope mentioned Matt in season 16 more.

Penelope and Luke! Oh, my God. Penelope and Luke.

They are in love and both think it's unrequited and it's exhausting but at least s12-15 were FUN. Mostly.

Season 16 Penelope, though....

Season 16 Penelope got abducted by aliens. Or lobotomized. Hard to tell.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

""As long as you need me, precious." Forever then." Oh my god these two are so disgustingly in love.

It's really sweet that Twice agreed to help them out like this.

This is such a cute fic! Ahhh they're adorable. I really like how you showed their dynamic here (especially combined with the comment about how Tomura's doubles basically function as "trophy husbands", lol).

Dabi is lonely, and only his Daddy can make sure he feels better~

Shigaraki would have left his still-beating heart behind if it comforted Dabi and I think that's amazing.

💕💕💕💕💕 yeeeaaah 💕💕💕💕💕 they're just so cute in this one, my wish was for it to be extremely soft and sweet lol

Thank you so much for commenting!

[dragynkeep]

Miles fucking Luna just admitted on Cameo bumbleby was made canon soley because of its popularity with shippers and "would have toned down the Black Sun moments" had they known beforehand! Ais, please bully this beta looking crackhead on Twitter for me because I don't have an account and I refuse to get one

i watched the video & 1. why does he look like that & 2. why is he so goddamn close to the camera. back tf up on this cameo you've owed someone for ages, maybe try & be a little professional & not look like you're recording this on your smoke break.

it's also interesting he doesn't mention why he had to turn cameo off for a bit when some of the last cameos he had included misusing the word genocide over a fictional character & then pimping out his own self insert as "bisexual" & having to walk it back when people, desperate for queer mlm representation in this homophobic ass show, were wondering if it was actually going to be canon when. nah. he just said it for money :))

"you asked if there was any behind the scenes info for bumblby, which is hard cause i don't think there's much to talk about" for a ship you've apparently had in the works for 10 years? since the beginning? kept so under wraps? whatever, miles.

ohhh my god miles bringing up that blake is the bisexual queen & "everyone wants to date her" as if he wasn't disgustingly biphobic & joked about getting off to women kissing in front of him as well as asking if bisexual women were "truly bisexual" or just "sipped from the fur cup" with his best friend who sexually harasses women.

it's also weird that this essentially confirms the reason she has the "blake harem" is because she's bisexual, as well as being "cute & pretty." which. fall into a hole, luna, you ugly fuck.

also positing sun & blake on their faunus relationship as the much smaller one while being deluded there was anything to yang & blake over the "much longer relationship" besides a shit ton of shared trauma & no in depth discussions, no romantic connection, nothing until the last two volumes where they were like "welp, better get this yuri train on the road" & invented moments for them out of nowhere that were out of character & did a disservice to their actual characters.

"they're finally in a place where they can admit their feelings to one another" but why? nothing has changed between them, they've actively ignored or pushed aside the so called "baggage & drama" that miles described them going through & in this volume they were essentially made by the environment to confess their feelings, not through any genuine connection. there was no reason that this confession couldn't have happened in all the life threatening situations last volume & i would've been spared yang fetishizing blake's racial features.

overall: this cameo just confirms the worst of what we knew about crwby in regards to sun / blake / yang. whatever was popular was going to be canon, they didn't care or understand their characters motivations & there is so much biphobia in their treatment of their main bisexual character in regards to both her love life & the confirmation of it only coming in a wlw relationship, downplaying all sides of her attraction.

they could've had blake be confirmed bisexual from day one. they could've done more with blake & yang in the early volumes instead of borderline pimping her out to the cast to have a harem because of said bisexuality & her "cuteness" when in what way does that fit the reserved & cautious blake we know?

this is five minutes of my time i'll never get back & i wish miles a very happy get [redacted] because your shitty voice sounds like razor blades in my ear, you unwashed biphobic fuck.

[sydney-sharkgirl-oak]

For the heck of it, here's a list of all the fanfics I'm currently reading

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Broker

By: thebroker

This one's really good, super heros and villians and a manic pixie dream girl mc with progressive DID

Path of dragons

By: nrsearcy

A cancer ridden marine biologist who half-assed his research turned worlds most powerful and socially defunct druid

MEOW: Magical emporium of wares

By: tonibinns

Adorable magical slice of life with a depressed cat and a bookworm baby dragon addicted to bacon

Chaotic craftsman worships the cube

By: probablyaturnip

Love this one, 700+ chapters currently about a guy who crafts answers to all his problems to the point his brain explodes no less than 10 times, terrifying all the gods watching him and giving his half succubus healer gf a migraine constantly healing him, develops a strict code of exacting overwhelming ironic revenge on those who try to kill him, which is a lot

Memoirs of your local small time villainess

By: flameruner

Not to bad, kind of your basic issekai into a game world story, weak mc but with overwhelming world knowledge

Ruinous Return

By: serasStreams

Really like this one, issekai-ed mc kills the bad guy, dies from the battle, gets issekai-ed back to earth only to reverse issekai herself back to the magic world with the powers of the demonic dragon she died killing, only to find her friends erased her existence from history and took credit for her kill, she is very angry

Amelia Thornheart

By: Keene

Adorable lesbians, they're just so cute. The love interest takes one look at the mc and thinks "oh no she's hot, why do I want to shoot her in the face"?

And everyone asks her, why do you have your, 'I want to shoot you in the face' look?

Super supportive

By: sleyca

Not sure how to describe this one, but it's good and detailed and even has been in the top 10 on royal road for months now. Mc has a lot of struggles and trauma

Phantom star

By: seras

Space mechanic who can hear the songs of machines and prays to Garrus Vakarian, the patron saint of weapon calibrations

Ivil Antagonist

By: ravensdagger

The government's names for undercover operatives are all hilariously terrible puns. Mc who is so immensely powerful, gravity obeys her instead of the otherwise around

Hard Enough

By: Viva01

A fantastic pokemon fanfic featuring Brock where he has memories of the pokemon franchise and abuses it to hell and becomes not only insanely rich but powerful too. Is dating Sabrina and they're so disgustingly adorable together. Highly recommend

Pokemon trainer vicky

By: seras

Another pokemon fanfic, battle hungry mc who gets insulted by lance, and she proceeds to make her entire existence his problem, chiefly by calling him a flying type master, rather than dragon (all his pokemon have flying types, haha)

A (not so) simple fetch quest

By: cathfach

For the insane amount of sexual trauma in this story, it's fun and adorable. But I cannot overstate the obscene amount of trauma here, mc gets stuck in a dungeon and grinds grinds and grinds and grinds in order to get stronger

But how do you grind your poison resist? You find a spider that wraps you up in silk that's way to comfy and let it eat you

Everything becomes the mc's kink, she even survives an attack from a spider queen because she had an orgasm while the queen was injecting her with poison and acid

Great stuff, covers every kink imaginable

[feralkwe]

ship ask game. pre-relationship 5, general 10 and 12, + 7 and 10 for domestic? pick whatever ship you want lol

so i was gonna do a different ship, but you have an elidibus avatar, i have an elidibus avatar. let's not be coy. you are all gonna unfollow me if i don't get other interests soon.

let's go!

I - 5: what would their lives be like if they had never met?

this one is very funny to me, given that he's an essential part of the plot on at least three occasions and she functions to stop him in it. i imagine if they hadn't met, there wouldn't be much world left. tho, idk maybe she'd have survived it all and come out the other side of all the rejoinings fully intact. huh. wow. i have to think on that one a bit. ope.

II - 10: What are their parallels, whether in their personalities or their histories?

oh i love this one. idk who would ever sit and draw all the parallels between the wol and elidibus. that certainly could not be me. i would never think about the fact that they both consider their duty to the world the top priority even over the personal self. i absolutely spent zero hours thinking about how they both love the world enough to sacrifice everything to save it. and, if i'm honest, i've never noticed that they're both a little obsessed with one another over the course of their bizarre twists of fate.

i like to think meeting the wol in the past influenced elidibus as he went forward as warrior of light. kit certainly pressed onward to see the world saved in part because she knew what he sacrificed to give her that chance. i also h/c that kit being a warrior inspired him in his paladin form, but you're not here for my silly lore headcanons. i also think his choice to possess ardbert was strategic as part of that obsession.

for kit's part, she never really recovered from what she had to do in sos, which is a nice paper cut that pandae poured lemon juice all over.

II - 12: do they hide anything from each other, big or small?

before setting off to elpis, elidibus warned her that she could not use these little jaunts through time to change the events of the past or influence the future. so obviously when they meet for pandae, she doesn't tell him what she knows. right or wrong, it is a choice she made out of what she saw as a duty to the world. that's okay lol because he totally thought she believed his ruse too, right? those are equal things, for sure! so initially, yes, they were both keeping pretty big secrets. arguably hers is much worse.

i think in a world where they were allowed to be together that honesty would be a big thing. kit dislikes lies, and lying seems counter to the fundamentals of who themis/elidibus is. they will both do so out of necessity, but if we're dealing with a world that isn't tearing them apart and making them mortal enemies, no, i don't think they would hide anything from one another.

IV - 7: who worries the most?

oh, i'm pretty sure this yoke is bore evenly. it's just who they both are, imo. my god, will someone invent therapy?

IV - 10: who is more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

well that is a disgustingly cute question that is gonna take me back to that 'in perfect world where they actually get to be together' place. my initial gut was to say kit, because elidibus is too duty-bound, but uhhhh i established in fic that he considers her the one exception to always putting his duty first. him. it would be him. "just five more minutes to cuddle, pls. no, the convocation won't miss me. it's fine. i can be late. only nabriales will complain. he can go fuck himself."

i'm so cringe. please take me out back and shoot me.

thanks for the ask! i'm almost sorry i'm a one-trick pony right now. almost.

ship ask game questions here.

[whatmyface]

LO Chapter 5 Reread

-"persephone you've really outdone yourself this time" ????

-was persephone a troublemaker at home or sm? i am actually so confused about persephones childhood, like one second shes her mamas obedient show pony girl and then the next she always disobeys her mom and breaks her rules??

-her childhood changes more often then her characterization

-the colors r sooooo pretty here -how does she know its 9 am???

-ok ik that Persephone just says "hows it so dark outside??" but if i could interpret it further like, is she saying its beautiful?

-tbh i think that in the later chapters they could've really explored Persephone's relationship with the underworld, and how she really admires and thinks its so beautiful as a whole

-idk what im thinking rn

-just feels

-"im not into this, im not happy, im so uncomftarable"

-first off, WHY IS THE DIALOUGLE SO STALE??? IT FEELS LIKE THE TRUMAN SHOW!! INSTEAD OF JUST OUTRIGHT SYAING HOW YOU FEEL MAYBE YOU COULD SHOW??

-or like u could have different characters be upfront about their emotions, but noooo everyone just says their emotions

-also why is everytime a guy does an evil thing its the womens fault?? like EROS kidnaps her and drugs her but, its Aphrodite's fault!!! shes such a jealous bitch!!!!

-theres soemthing about Aphrodite shaming Persephone for being to trusting in Olympus and im interested..

-like ok is she talking in Olympus everyone has to take care of themselves that its a dangerous city and you have to not trust people?

-but that ovb doesnt make this morally right

-and it just seems very victim blamey

-and theres something about innocence and purity culture and rape culture but i just cant get it

-just lots of feelings about Aphrodite and Persephone and how (DISGUSTINGLY) they're portrayed in LO

-its cute when i call p a cinnamon roll but just, god this reminds me of her mary sueness

-IDC IS APHRODITE HAD DANGLED PSYCHE ON A ROPE OVER EROS HEAD IT DOES NOT EXCUSE HIS DISGUSTING ACTION!!!

-god this plan is such a dumb idea

-ok i did really like the "when did u forget about kindness, love blah blah blah" it was rlly cool

-ok cant fault him for this, he did the decent thing to do ig

-tbh i dont rlly have much to say on this chapter, the art is so alluring and sexy but nothing rlly happens

-ok i really like how Persephone REALLY REALLY wants to be independent (and this side of her has been lost as she eventually become hades wife) but also, ik shes just being a dumbass teen

-"Demeter and I aren't exactly best buds" YEAH YOU COULD SAY THAT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

-i've been too nice to hades these first few episodes

-Whys he already giving her nicknames??? "Sweetness"