#because like why would u say dat

[nyasialiveshere]

Exo Kai: Due West

heavily opinionated semi long post

Inspired by a genius post I saw on twt iykyk, I didn't wanna bother them they seemed stressed.

topic: Is Kai promoting in English and doing Western promotion activities pandering for Western validation?

(because he clearly never pandered to anyone before ever in the history of ever...it never happened... seriously. I don't believe he knows what pandering is actually.)

Simple Fact: TECHNICALLY..yes

Question: Is that a bad thing?

Opinion: It depends

Clarification : By western do you mean American? And by pandering do you actually mean worshipping Eurocentricity and it's machine of capitalism? That is a slippery topic, technically most kpop idols, such as Kai, are already modeling for European brands and not Asian or African etc. Plus they have fans constantly brag about said sponsorships that they do. Plus South Koreans and far east asians are top consumers of european luxury brands

so anti colonialism is an odd arguement to stand behind with a kpop pfp but okay.

Opinion: Look, If you have a precise plan and goal for promoting in America, creating a better bond with foreign audiences, expressing creativity, working with more diverse creatives, and touring in multiple different states and/or countries, solidify the artist's place in the realm of popular music while having a more freeing time doing it... I don't get the problem with an artist like Kai promoting in America. It cannot intensify the issue of Kpop artists seeming like they are pandering to the euro-colonial powers, because it's already looking pretty bad tbh.

The real issue: Freedom. The reality is when someone dynamic, attractive, and full of life has freedom, obviously they are going to meet new people, make friends, and develop in personality. The real issue is whether fans who have had an artist as a cute little toy for years.

Are they ready to find out what his real personality is when he is given freedom. The reality is that despite dating clauses not technically existing after a few years post-debut, people do not actually expect them to talk about crushes, who they find attractive, or publicly state their attraction towards someone. Personally, I believe what K-pop fans expect, which is virtual silence except when being cute, charming, funny, or flirtatious and/or childlike asexual behavior, except if it is for audience consumption, this teeters on a slave owner mindset and is very gross. A person who calls themself a K-pop idol cannot publicly date like a regular artist.

I mean, they can, but not in a traditional way. Kai and Krystal technically dated for 2 years, and they couldn't mention one another's name publicly during that entire time.

They didn't even go near one another in public after it was revealed not even at smtown's. But at least people had a magazine shoot as proof they even knew one another.

Jennie and Kai weren't event at the same event since the dating scandal happened years ago, not an award show, or any other public event. If anything a dating scandal just means the person will enter a crackdown and be forced to be more present with fans to make up for what they lost.

It is extremely normalized in Korean culture that males and females try not to even make eye contact lest it be thought of that they did something.

For this reason it's incredibly easy for fans to say it is nonexistent. This is a pretty good summary of what happened.

The accepted narrative anyway. Sadly to combat the 'negative press' of dating publicly, fans go harder on the shipping, the overs#xualization, and the unfunny jokes to move the conversation away from their dating news. Taking the fandom further and further away from reality.

Yet, at the same time since people don't see 99 percent of the artist they obsess over's life and the entire 1 percent is scripted, they don't know how these people truly act or behave, or really anything about them. So to overcompensate other parts of their personality and minor things are overblown and hyperfocused on. Praise and worship take the place of actual critical thought.

Regardless of the opinion of whether it matters to every individual supporter or not, it still had actual effects on his career. To this day his support is stronger overseas. I believe this is in conjunction to the 2 dating scandals and his appearance. Which is a whole nother thing, but with this in mind a western audience, especially one that is less likely to bash for a simple dating scandal would be a smart choice.

To the people who have a don't ask don't tell policy when it comes to artists, but just don't want the artists to date publicly to protect them, what do they know, do they even look into the analysis how when properly leveraged a relationship could be good for business and not bad. I hesitate to believe fans whenever they say they don't care if their fave dates or not anyway. Like of course you don't care, because they will continue to play their role of a perfect idol content with fanservice.

I would say it's fine, but it really isn't, even in japan idol culture there is room for growth and evolution inside the mold. They gradually moved their idol culture over to the acting scene so now the youth are somewhat used to seeing public figures dating openly, it may be a surprise but I wouldn't classify it as a scandal.

Personally, I believe if they can push kpop idols towards acting and movies, then similar to japan it wouldn't become this crazy thing and artists can be young and married without it being a frenzy.

(p.s weloveyoukento) It's not exactly perfect but it is changing for the better.

In japan the mold is forever being molded and shifted to where it needs to be, whereas in kpop it seems to be stuck in stasis with the conveyer belt model continuing.

With the art clearly showing what fans deny, that each idol group is contained and perfected to the fans whims and desires.

Understandably people want privacy in relationships, but the privacy is mostly due to their careers being built on the whims of the fans.

To be fair all boy bands historically have done this. Whether that means wearing outfits that only teen girls like, or dancing uniformly to upbeat tunes for hours on end. It isn't just kpop that stretched people to the limit and covered up their originality.

Regardless of the location, race, or culture/ethnicity of said boy band this was all true, but in Kpop there is a specific desire to control the entire person as a product and as a human and this is something the fans are willing to ignore to recieve whatever fanservice they want.

Nobody cares who their local restaraunt owner or store employee dates, because they don't go to the store for them they go for the product, BUT in K-pop the artists are the product, the emotional relationship with fans is apart of the deal. Therefore they feel almost a sense of surrealness when thinking about them in a public relationship. Personally, I believe even western people struggle with having an odd fascination with who a person does or does not date, but again this is because people craft an image that makes it unbelivable if they go against it.

Whether it's a fake relationship or a real one, the point is that with either you would expect something like a conversation or a small mention during an interview, but typically Kpop stars are not allowed to do such a thing, ever. That is just how it is in K-pop. Whether the fans are native Korean or foreigner fans, much of the same behavior is expected. No one can say they have seen an artist's real personality. It isn't possible. Nearly everything is scripted.

In some cases, like Taemin's, they didn't even know their actual personalities.

They can go out and do things for fun, but it is expected that whatever they do not be noticeable to fans. Everything is expected to be hidden or undercover to be respectful of the fans. Because the artists are firstly marketed as boyfriends and girlfriends for the fans. Regardless of how it is spun, this is the marketing promotion; otherwise, suggestive music videos wouldn't really be necessary, nor would high-five events of ...fansigns.

I don't want to act like K-pop invented this.

It did not

or pretend that it is even the most extreme version of marketing love to strangers out of an exotic curiosity;

because it isn't. This has been happening for ages, but I will say that kpop has this unique hold where evolution doesn't exist. Since the 1990s I think kpop has gone backwards, before it was normal for idols girlfriends to leave the performance venues with them.

Now if a girlfriend posts something on her social that even implies they are together it is cause for fans to burn merch and say rude and innapropriate things online out of vendicated anger.

Even having a boyfriend or close male friend can invoke the ire of fans who have crafted an idol's desires to their imaginations, even if they themselves have no interest in them.

So if they do something unexpected like date a man, even though they "hate men" people have full blown meltdowns and delete their accounts out of embarrassment.

I've seen it happen to so many people. They refuse to accept a possibility and when it happens they loose it.

I know that people have sensitivities about Kpop people becoming more free, and honestly I think it's for the best. I do not think people want the ownership that fans feel to grow even more. They need more open and honest interviews, less objectfication and more laying out the facts instead of fans being so bored they hyperfixate on fake gossip to the point of it being more real than reality.

But no seriously all jokes aside, please somebody explain to Kai what pandering to an audience means. Doing things specifically to appeal to others whims and desires that you as a grown adult person probably don't want to do, but you must because of dinero, guap or cash money. Cause clearly he is just a giant stuffed animal and he has no ideal how it works, how anything at all works actually, he just dresses like this on stage because..I mean like what else would he wear, duh! How could he be expected to pander to the euro-colonial-objectifying axis of evil...

He's like..never even done that before....

[silusvesuius]

nelvas Problematiq*eyes roll back into my skull* *falls flat on my face with cardboard cutout physics* ((7 hours later)) *wakes up in barren wasteland* I know everything now.

[eggjaculations]

i’ve been thinking about this a lot and i feel like the precursor to SKSKSKS was JSJSJSJS, which was the aftermath of many americans using JAJAJAJAJA (either bc they liked it or they thought it was a typo of HAHAHAHA, i’ve heard both surprisingly) and i think that overlap of language and culture between spanish speakers and vsco girlies is beautiful and should be recognized and praised.

[dollwhite]

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Siren reader is just sitting in a interview and the interviewer says “Miss reader, do u have a superhero crush? Or a celebrity crush??”

And reader is just like “uh haha I have to say for myyy celebrity crush it will have to be Dick Grayson, OH and Wonder Woman!!”

“Why are they your crush’s miss reader”

“Well for one Wonder Woman is…well Wonder Woman so that’s the only explanation she’ll need, and for mr Grayson idk…. He just like? Is funny? Cute…”

Would u ever dat Dick Grayson? One of the staff shout out at u.

“Mhmmm yeaaahhhhhh.”

So like a few minutes after the interview is posted it blow up, your fans r making edits dicks fans r maki edits. He’ll Ben Wonder Woman fans r making edits.

And just every fan is going crazyyyy because like ur only 2 years younger than dick so there maybe a chance for a new celebrity couple? Or was that interview for just a hint that u and him are dating.?

Right so news gets to Tim and he’s like tf?? And yk since he hangs out with cass regularly he knows who u are. And so he’s like lmao this shit kinda funny ima show this to the family. After dinner Tim like can u guys watch smithing with me, right so their all in the living room.

Tim puts the interview on the TV and it’s all fun and games, cass and Steph realize it’s u, it’s like half why through the interview.

And it comes on to the part were u get asked who’s your celebrity crush…

And Jason is laughing his ass off. Damian is chuckling hard af, Tim is trying to hide the fact that he’s laughing by covering his mouth, Cass is just sitting there looking back and forth between the tv and Dick. And Steph has a look of disgusted.

 and Dick? He’s just confused and kinda concerned for Jason for how hard he’s laughing, it looks like he’s struggling to breathe.

Are you guys able to ask questions? Pls tell me so I can fix any problems, I would love to talk to you guys 🌊😕 don’t be shy send requests/ asks

Dolling signing out

[just1cefor4ll]

hi! can u write about a drunk love confession lolll 😭🎀

Why’d you only call me when your high?

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, bad grammar, mentions of alc0hol

summary: you and Joost have been friends for a few years now but ever since he got more recognized after his song ‘friesenjung’ came out you both became more distant. What will you do after he calls you for the first time in months, drunk?

A/N: this is um.. long .. enjoy!

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You were alone in the house, your parents went off to the neighbours to go grilling. You decided to not go since you were doing things with them the whole day and you just felt exhausted. You went to cook yourself a quick meal, just some toast with whatever on top. You looked at the time, 10:28PM. Joost was performing currently in Amsterdam, not that you knew anything about it. He was probably going to get a few drinks with friends after it like he usually did after his last concert of the season. He has probably long forgot about you, probably replacing you with someone else by now. Ever since he became more famous, you both stopped reaching out as often. There wasn’t any hate behind it, Joost wasn’t the type to cut people off because of fame which you loved about him and you missed him dearly you just.. drifted apart?

You went back up to your room, deciding to go to sleep early tonight, opening the window for some cool air to come into the room. The covers called your name, snuggling into them and getting comfortable. You fall asleep a few minutes later, the room was dark and the wind entered your room like an unwelcome guest, goosebumps appearing on your skin.

A buzzing noise wakes you up, your phone lighting up and blinding your tired eyes. You try and get up, body still a bit weak since you woke up about 5 seconds ago. You grab your phone and your heart skips a beat, the name “duck” appearing on your phone. It was a nickname you gave to Joost years ago. You were teens, trying to make up nicknames for each other and you just took the word dutch and turned it into duck. You watch it ring for a few seconds and then sigh, cursing a bit then pick it up. “Hello?” You say, your voice raspy and very tired sounding. ��Hallo?” You hear the dutch accent you oh so loved come through the phone. “Hello, hello.” You turn around and lay on your stomach, waiting for him to speak. The noises in the background were loud and clear, loud music coming through the phone. “Is dat het meisje waar je het over had?” (Is that the girl you were talking about?) “ja ja ga nu..” (yea yea, go now.)

He shifted around before he spoke again. “Sorry, what’s up?” You raise a brow, was this some kind of phone call you get from your dad once a year? “Nothing much, why are you calling me?” He chuckles, voice deep and handsome like always. “Can I not call mijn liefde?” (my love) “What are you on about Joost? Are you drunk?” “No, no.” He slurs, making you scoff. “Yeah, yeah.” He was mumbling things in dutch you couldn’t understand; “Ik wil niemand anders dan jou.. mijn lief meisje.” (I want no one else but you.. my sweet girl.) “Fucking hell Joost.. where the hell are you? Is Apson with you?” He nods, which you barely heard but at least he gave you an answer. Apson would mostly stay sober, only having a few drinks so you decided to call him. He picked up, voice cheerful like always. You told him to take Joost home since he sounded like he had enough for the night and he kindly agreed. You thank him, ending the call with him before trying to go back to sleep.

3:07AM, another phone call wakes you up. “What the fuck is wrong with him..” You ask yourself before picking up. “Joost it’s 3AM can you go to sleep?” You demand and he just smiles. Oh yeah you were on face time now, great. You looked like a zombie compared to him, he looked more energetic than you did, his hair wet and it looked like he was shirtless. Probably just got out of the shower. “I wanted to see your stunning face schatje.” He says, laying down on his side, the side of his face resting against a pillow.

You sigh, watching him like a hawk. The light coming from his side of the phone blinded you, making you groan. “What do you want? I’m exhausted from your bullshit.” You say and he pouts; “Why are you so mean, hm? Do you not miss me?” He asks, smiling, his adorable, genuine smile. “Joost stop it.” He chuckled, moving around in his room when he suddenly turned his lights off, the only light that let you see his face was from his LEDs. He started mumbling things again, his voice lulling you to sleep but you fought back the urge to sleep. “Jij bent zo schitterend..” (you’re so stunning) “Joost I’m hanging up.” “No, no.. Blijf bij me.” (stay with me) “Ik wil je Y/N.” (I want you Y/N.) “Ik krijg je niet uit mijn hoofd.” (I can’t get you out of my head.) All of these things meant nothing to you. You didn’t speak dutch, maybe a few phrases and words but you weren’t fluent. You brushed off all of those phrases, when he said the one thing he taught you during your time as close friends. “Ik hou van jou lieverd.” (I love you sweetheart.)

You face turned bright red, quickly hanging up and flipping onto your back. Your eyes were wide eyed, staring at the dark ceiling above you. You internally scream, maybe he meant it in a friendly way? But the nickname?? It was weird. He was just drunk after all, it probably didn’t even mean anything. You try to fall asleep, tossing and turning before finally succeeding.

Morning came quicker than usual, making your stomach turn and face feel hot. You didn’t even dare open your phone, deciding to pack your things and head home to Amsterdam a little earlier than expected. You booked a flight, canceling the one you were supposed to take 3 days later then this one.

The minute you got home you opened the messages. Some were from last night and some were from a few minutes ago. You tried replying but no words were coming to mind, your fingers just hovering above the cold screen.

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Duck🦆💙

Y/N

Y/N

Hello??

why did u hang up hm?

blijf bij me

please

ik krijg je niet uit mijn hoofd

sent 16 hours ago

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Y/N

Im so sorry I woke u up yesterday

I was drunk haha

hope to see u soon, today Im performing in that club we used to go to as teens

ill look for u after

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You contemplated whether to go or not. You wanted to see him, but another part of you didn’t. Why should you be the one running back to him? It made no sense to you, yet you went. It was like you were in a daze, getting ready, taking the train to the city he was performing in.. it all felt forced in a way. You got stopped by a few fans then made your way to the barrier. You bought a ticket last minute most people already in the club waiting for their idol to come up on stage. 15 minutes until it started, you felt disgusting. Sweaty fan girls who never heard of a shower were all around you, all you wanted to do was curl yourself into a ball and dissapear on the spot. It will be so akward talking after almost a year of barely knowing of each other’s pressence yet you still wanted to see him, hug him.. kiss him.

The concert went by fast, you and Joost making eye contact several times which made you even more anxious than you were before. You walked back stage, most of the security recognising you and letting you pass which surprised you. The halls felt endless, walking in front of his door you gently knocked almost instantly hearing footsteps. And there he was. He changed a lot. His hair was now longer, looking more mature but he was still there. Your Joost. “Weren’t you supposed to be the one looking for me?” He rubbed his neck, chuckling awkwardly before pulling you into the room. It looked like he was trying to find the right words to start which made you count down the dreadful seconds going by.

“Well, what I said yesterday was true. I don’t remember all of it but from the messages I said it was pretty obvious. I really do love you and I hate that you aren’t by my side. I hate that I can’t wake up with you in my arms. I miss you. I miss your smile, your energy, I miss hearing your thoughts, I miss everything about you. Liefje please I need you I can’t live without you.” He looked at you with those beautiful ocean blue eyes, looking desperate but it was obvious he truly meant every single word. You smile softly, cupping his cheeks. “I love you too. You have no idea how much I’ve been missing you. It was like a part of my heart was taken away from me.” He kissed your forehead, smiling down at you. “I promise to never leave you. Never.” “Promise.”

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[sanjisleggy]

in the eye of the beholder (portgas d. ace x reader)

req: You wanted an Ace request? 👀

How about Ace with a zoan mythical devil fruit reader that never really changes into their devil fruit form or variables of it because she felt like it would scare them or something, but when Ace is near death, the reader comes in full force and saves him

I don't know what type the zoan will be, but can you have it be a big creature like a dragon? I just love the trope of a person going ape shit for their beloved/crush

a/n: omg i love that trope too ;;0;; i love any trope that involves one person losing control in order to protect someone else dat shit Hits also oops i think i got a bit overenthusiastic with the descriptions of reader’s body changing so i hope it’s not too much for anyone :0 !

ALSO MORE ACE REQUESTS PLS AND THANK U MUAH

contents: somewhat gory descriptions of bodily harm(? but nothing too gross i don’t think), mild body horror, some angst, fluff, hurt/comfort!!

wc. 1.8k

wanna be on my taglist?

despite being your boyfriend for nearly two years now, Ace still doesn’t know what your full Zoan form looks like. he knows you have the Dragon variant of Devil Fruit but that’s pretty much the full extent of his knowledge, aside from the rare occasion you use your hybrid form to fly but even during those moments you move so fast his eyes can barely keep up

Ace would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tiny bit upset he’s never seen your full form–back when he was a fresh member of the crew he’d even pestered you quite a bit in hopes you’ll cave in and show him–but he understands why you’re hesitant to use it

“you do know it hurts her, right?” Thatch said out of the blue one day when Ace had nothing better to do and decided to watch him cook to kill time. 

“what does?” the second division commander replied through a mouthful of bread.

“transforming into her Zoan form,” the head chef continued. “i’ve seen it myself only twice but both times it was kind of hard to watch.” 

the more Ace listened to Thatch’s descriptions of the sounds of your bones cracking and flesh tearing as your human screams gradually turned into monsterish roars that shook the very earth, the more guilty he felt for all the times he’d asked you to show him. he’d seen Marco transform so many times, he ignorantly assumed the process was just as easy and painless for you. 

“the last time she did it,” Thatch added, “she scared some civilians by accident and they got hurt trying to run away. i think that fucked her up a bit for quite a while.”

it’s safe to say, he stopped asking you to transform after that. though the suddenness of it all surprised you, it was nice being able to hang out with him without worrying about being asked to show your Zoan form. a few months afterwards, you even end up dating him–something your past self never would have considered

Ace still is very interested in what your full form looks like but he can see himself spending the rest of his life with you so he’s sure he’ll see it one day–and soon he learns he’s right, he just never thought it would be under such dire circumstances

for the first time in a long time, Ace finds himself panicking on the battlefield. his heart pounds painfully against his ribcage and no matter how much air he tries to inhale, his lungs are constantly begging for more air. Ace’s vision blurs but he refuses to lose consciousness, blinking rapidly to clear his sight as he stares down at his blood soaked hands.

he’s not wounded, though. you are.

lying on the dirt in front of him as the two of you take cover behind an abandoned cottage, you gasp for air as fresh blood slowly pools beneath you; the red, hot substance pouring out from the bullet wounds in your torso and legs.

what was supposed to be a simple recon mission turned out to be an ambush by the marines. 

“stay awake, you hear me?” Ace shouts as he tilts your head to look at him, staining your cheek with your own blood from his hands. “give me one minute and i’ll be back. i just need a minute and we’ll be safe, okay?” his words are confident and firm, in stark contrast to his teary eyes and trembling hands; but you trust him with your life so you simply nod.

from where you lay, you can see most of the battlefield. you watch as he burns down the endless waves of marines almost effortlessly, like he always does, and you nearly break your promise as you’re nearly lulled to sleep by the familiar sense of security he brings you. in fact, you’re on the brink of dozing off when you’re startled awake by the sound of Ace screaming.

your eyes snap open as you frantically scan the area, bile rising up your throat as you struggle to find Ace. when you do finally see him, it takes all of your willpower not to puke out of fear.

at the feet of what looks like a Vice Admiral, he lies near-motionless, the only sign of life being the faint rise and fall of his chest and the hacking cough that tears its way out of his blood-filled mouth. the Marine orders his remaining soldiers to fall back and to “leave them to me.” with a sadistic smile painted on his face. he speaks to Ace briefly though you’re unable to catch what he’s saying and then, with a haki-imbued kick, he sends your lover flying across the battlefield in your direction.

wheezing and coughing as tears drip down his grimacing face, Ace reaches out to you with a trembling, blood-covered hand. his fingers brush against your own tear-stained face and with all the remaining strength left within him, he smiles at you.

“i… i’ll protect you… no matter what.” he mutters as you watch the Vice Admiral close the distance, taking step after step towards the back of your lover.

it’s in the moments that follow does Ace learn that Thatch’s description of your Zoan transformation did little justice to the real thing.

he watches helplessly as you begin to scream while you lift your upper body off the ground and at first he thinks it’s from the pain from your wounds but once your skin starts to turn into scales, he realises it’s so much worse. as your body grows in size, your limbs crack and shift and massive wings sprout out of your spine. your head’s tossed back as you shriek to the heavens while your eyes turn a golden yellow and your pupil transforms into a slit.

the ground trembles as your voice transforms into a deep roar that shakes even the faraway trees of the surrounding forest. too wounded to turn himself around, Ace can only guess the looks of terror on the marines’ faces from the sound of their panicked shouting and uncoordinated gunfire. he watches in awe as the bullets that reach your body fall uselessly to the ground.

Ace feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as his instincts scream at him to get away from the looming threat still approaching him from the back. under normal circumstances, he’s sure he’ll be able to get away from the Vice Admiral through sheer willpower alone, escaping death is nothing new to the young man–right now, though, he knows he’s safe when you lower one of your massive wings to shield him from the rest of the world.

he listens as the cries for mercy gradually die down into a peaceful silence composed of the evening wind, insects chirping and the crackling of small fires that are soon to fizzle out. although Ace can tell he’s not fatally wounded, his body hurts to the point where it feels hard to move–arrogance always was the achilles heel of logia users. 

the setting sun shines on him once more as your wing retracts while you slowly transform back to normal. he calls out your name but you don’t respond and for a moment, he feels the same sense of panic from before rising up in his chest. his poor heart only settles once he has your unconscious body cradled in his tired arms. you’re still badly wounded but your chest rises and falls steadily as you rest in his embrace.

Marco finds the second division commander and the Whitebeard Dragon asleep in each other's arms surrounded by nearly hundreds of dead marines, all burnt to a crisp. though most would naturally assume Firefist Ace was the main culprit, Marco suspects–just by looking at the faint scaly pattern still lingering on your skin–that you might have done all the work this time

Ace wakes up first, not in an infirmary bed like he thought he would but still on the battlefield, face-to-face with his close friend who’s leaning over to pull you out of Ace’s arms. it takes both men a second to realise the true extent of his protectiveness over you; and it takes another second before Marco starts making fun of the younger man for being so whipped

it takes a long time for you to wake up even after Marco uses his Devil Fruit abilities to help heal most of your wounds. “it takes a bigger toll on her than normal Zoan Devil Fruit transformations would,” the doctor had explained to a distraught Ace, “her body goes through a lot to become something so massive, y’know?”

being patient was never Ace’s strong suit but he has zero complaints while waiting for you to wake up. for weeks he stays by your bedside, talking to you about his day, playing with your hands, and taking naps whilst curled up by your feet. the other crew members who come in to check on you daily constantly poke fun at him and yet it’s these same people who leave snacks, drinks and comics for him to use while waiting by your side.

almost a full month passes by before you wake up to the feeling of something warm and heavy resting on your chest; and moments later, Ace is roused from his nap when he feels your fingers brushing through his hair.

“hey,” he whispers, head still resting in the valley of your breasts, tilted up just enough for his eyes to meet yours. his legs are tangled with yours as the infirmary bed blanket lays uselessly on the floor.

“hey,” you reply, voice hoarse from the dryness of your throat.

“you’re really cool,” Ace says, eyelids forming into crescents as he smiles–the simple expression almost infectious in the way you feel the corners of your own lips tugging upwards in spite of being reminded about the sheer agony of your Zoan transformation.

“it must’ve been shocking, huh?” you ask, “watching me transform? i’ve heard some people say it’s gross and scary–”

“no!” he cuts you off, eyebrows furrowing, “it was amazing.” Ace runs his warm fingers up and down your bare arms before trailing downward to meet your hands, all the while staying laid on top of you with his eyes locked onto your own. “you were amazing. i’d never felt safer in my life.”

you can’t help but sniffle as you feel your eyes begin to burn with tears. “it wasn’t disgusting? i… wasn’t disgusting?” shaking his head, Ace inches forward until the tip of his nose brushes against yours.

“you were beautiful,” he murmurs, “you are so beautiful.” 

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[southparktexts]

HEY TOBESS!!!

ok so i maybeeeee want main 4 ( or main 3, i really don't care for cartman ) x reader

but like them playing BOARD GAMES (or video games) with reader

like pure fluff and it's so cute and yadadada

I'M NOT CREATIVE OK.

anyways LOVE U TOBES

– an🎱n 🤭🤭🤭

( i'm lttr requesting u every 2 seconds keeping u on ur toes fr. ur never getting rid of me HAHAHAHA )

ANONNN FINALLY I GOT UP TO THIS REQ OF FUCKING COURSEE

main 3 playing games

kyle :

- okay i better not hear ANY fucking complaining in the comments because i play this game

- he plays valorant.

- NOW I KNOW IT SOUNDS BAD BUT HEAR ME OUT

- having you sit on his lap as you watch him play

- giving you kisses in between rounds where he dies or buying

- if he’s playing competitively and he’s losing the ONLY and only reason why he’s still calm and not losing his shit is because of you.

- if you’re getting bored he’ll purposely die just to cover you in kisses

- i feel like i should add some valorant and kyle headcannons so LET. ME. COOK.

- clove // killjoy main

- he loves playing support, not a duelist type of guy

- doesn’t like playing heals

- rank is definitely bronze

- peak at one point was probably gold

- prob spent all his allowance on skins

stan :

- whoever disagrees on this, fuck you

- hear me out

- league.

- HEARRRR ME OUT.

- toxic league boyfriend and supportive girlfriend dynamic

- he likes you on his lap, not facing the screen but him.

- like when hes playing and your head is buried into his neck.

- you’re also probably one of the thing that keeps him calm at this point

- … and not loud

- literally if he’s alone he will scream to fucking loud at teammates

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING??”

- besides that.

- the toxicity on him is crazy insane when it comes to league

- one time some girl tried to hit on him and he literally got comm banned for being toxic..

- whoops?

- he is one of those people who will whisper i love you in your ears during rounds and plays with your hair if he died.

- knowing him, hardstuck bronze 3

- peak silver 2

- watches dantes ngl

- main Vayne or Darius

kenny :

- as much as i hate to admit it. this man is poor.

- his favourite game is roblox

- unlike stan and kyle he actually wants you to play with him

- as much as he prefers you to sit on his lap, playing with you is so much more fun

- i can see him having those new avatars with face tracking

- definitely plays a lot of arsenal

- 1v1 ‘s between him go crazy

- blames every death on ping.

- HE HAS ROBLOX VC

- hear me out dahood vc with him would go crazy

- once there was an ‘deep voice’ eboy trying to hit on you.

- lets say that ended up with a community voice chat banned for 3 days and also a bunch of stomps

- hes so protective of you

- literally FORCES you to wear matching fits with him in roblox

- you guys get called edaters.

- kenny also unironically plays dress to impress and royale high

- he also unironically MAKES THE BEST FITS???

- hes special like dat ;-;

[nativegirltapes]

i know you probably don’t like odessa… but am i allowed to say it’s kind of saddening how people in the fandom treat her? like i know everyone says they hate on her for things she’s done (i understand holding people accountable) but like most people hate on her just because she associates with drew. i would say at least hate on her for something solid, don’t comment on peoples looks it’s weird. sorry if this was unwanted 😭 it’s just like come onnnnn… hating on a woman over a man?

girl you’re always allowed to say how you feel on my blog!!!! even if i don’t agree i’ll try and hear u out, but in this case, i agree with u 100%!!!!!! it gets out of hand at times for sure. i used to be someone who hated on her without even knowing why. now i’m just like ok not a huge fan of her but whatever she getting dat drew strakey D (most likely) so if anything i should be taking mf NOTES !

also i want to say that yes sometimes i do make jokes about odessa, but those aren’t exclusive to her on my blog (aside from the angelverse lollll), i will make jokes about drew just as much as her. my comments and jokes aren’t meant to be taken seriously, just wanted to say that so people aren’t like “wellll you said this on this day!!!”

[dewdr0pz]

CHRISTMAS DATE OF YOUR CHOICE WITH WILBUR!! ice skating? decorating the christmas tree? festive movie night? going to christmas markets together? LITERALLY ANYTHING i just need some festivity and wilburness in my mind

🎄Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

🎄

a/n: YESSSSSSSS!!! idk why but I imagined this with Dadbur & idk why, but I feel like he would name his child Arabella because of that one Arctic Monkeys song

word count: 638

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contains: Dadbur, fluff, a crazy child, Y/N is referred to as Mommy/Mama, mention of a pet dying, & a functional family (omg imagine)

You were woken up by the sound of tiny feet running into your room & the feeling of a small child lying on top of you.

"Mommy! It's Decembew 1st!" Arabella said with her five-year-old lisp. "We's gotta decowate da Cwimas twee!" A soft yawn was heard from Wilbur.

"What time is it, lovely?" Wilbur said, turning over to face you two.

"Uh..." Arabella looked at the clock on your nightstand & pointed. "Dat time!"

Wilbur laughed & lifted her off of you. "Somebody's excited for Christmas."

"Santa's gonna come to ouw house, Daddy!" Arabella exclaimed with a wide smile, her tangled brunette curls swaying slightly when she spoke. "& we gotta make suwe ouw house wooks da best for Santa or else he won't give me presents!"

"That's not true, princess," Wilbur said. "Santa's still going to give you presents because you're the best kiddo in the world. He's also going to give you presents because you're the most...ticklish kiddo in the world!" He started to tickle Arabella & the room was filled with her screams & giggles.

You chuckled & began to get up. "C'mon, precious. We'll go decorate the tree & then go out for breakfast. How does that sound?" Arabella squealed & jumped into your arms, which nearly caused you to topple over. You adjusted her a bit in your arms & began to walk with Wilbur into the living room where the bare Christmas tree stands. Wilbur grabbed the ornament box next to the tree & opened it.

Arabella gasped. "Mama, we has such pwetty ornaments!"

"You say that every year, lovely," you smiled, kissing her forehead. "Do you wanna help Mama put the tinsel & the lights on the tree!" She nodded fervently at this.

For the rest of the morning, you three put the ornaments, tinsel, & lights on the tree, having to pause when Arabella or Wilbur got tangled up in the lights & tinsel, or whenever Arabella snuck away to Wilbur's office to try & play his guitar, or whenever Wilbur would get distracted with telling Arabella the story of some of the ornaments; one of the larger ornaments was something Wilbur had given you when you two were still friends in high school when your first boyfriend dumped you. Another one of the ornaments was something you had bought for Wilbur when his dog died in middle school & he wouldn't stop crying for a week. Another one Wilbur got for you a week after you had given birth to Arabella. Another one you & Wilbur made for Arabella on her first birthday. The only way you could get Wilbur to stop rambling & help with the tree was by kissing his hairline, & only then would he say, "& the next one is about...youknowwhatnevermindletshelpmamawiththetreeinstead." It made you laugh every time. & when it was time to put the angel on the tree, Wilbur put Arabella on his shoulder so she could place the angel on top.

"It wooks so pwetty, Daddy!" Arabella clapped. "Santa's gonna wove it!"

"He sure will, honey," Wilbur replied, wrapping an arm around your waist & kissing your hairline, which got an "ewww" from Arabella & a laugh from the two of you. Wilbur let Arabella get down so she could go wait in her room for you to help her get dressed.

"Tired?" he chuckled when you yawn & leans into him.

"Extremely," you replied. He kissed your hairline & you felt a tingly, warm feeling inside.

"We'll sleep in tomorrow," he said, looking at the tree with pride. "Our princess is a weirdly good decorator."

You laughed. "Maybe she'll get one of those reality shows where she renovates people's houses when she's older." You two laughed again & he leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Merry Christmas, love."

[dynamic-k]

Ello~ haven't seen your stoof in a while and I highkey miss the Scarlett goofiness :3

Heres a questionnnn Any thoughts on incorperating this lil girl into Super Sticks? *picks up Mitsi by the scruff of the neck and places her onto desk* Who would she be(?) - an old friend of Vic's? It might be hard to just plop her in since the whole Vic-kinda-has-a-villain-arc-then-goes-to-jail thing already happened Maybe she could be a superhero from another city? Or a friend of Primal's that moves to StickCity? idk man but it sounds JuUUiCyy~~

Ahem also sidenote I honestly love that Prime and Madame Pop-up were friends outside of being villains and I wanna know what came of that and how it'd work with Chosen's trauma

:DD take a cookie there may be some left of my triple choc batch, but I also have some lemon slices :D

QVQ✨️ Hi hii!

I'm alive, I swear- I dunno about most of my fics, motivation has been kinda at a weird low, for some reason.

Except for The Spark! My magnum opus~

Dat ol thing is progressing way better than everything else at the moment, even if I'm technically progressing it specifically in future chapters that I cannot immediately publish until Chronological Order catches up to those points-

Oh hi Mitsi ✨️ [*gives her cheek a lil poke*] Yes yes, boy do I have the home for yooOOou~

I'm thinking SS!Mitsi has yet to meet Vic in the AU present time..

.. but will in the future and have the role of Vic's 🎵love interest🎵, teeheehehehhehe-

Your honor, I ship it. U -U💝

A friend of Primal's specifically that moves to Stick City, eh~? I like where that idea is going, hehe

I dunno- I have so much Super Sticks lore to flesh out, which is why there's a current plot clog in Arc Two's progression. I haven't solidly figured out the order of plot points yet, not nearly enough to confidently proceed blind and risk ending up with plot holes later, lol.

U vU thank you for the reminder about Madame Pop-Up and Primal's friendship in Arc Two's time~ Because I do have lore planned for them.

It might be kinda angsty. Because Primal redeeming/reforming/going through the character arc I'm so meanly constructing.

And Madame is crazy about having fun and is attached to morally questionable activities. Like scaring the stick out of heroes with funny reactions. 💥

Chosen still has trauma, they all do lol

And with my slight focus on Vic this Arc, I can't claim it's necessarily a spoiler when I say Vic will be getting ESPECIALLY more trauma. MORE than what he already has leftover from Primal's stabby-stabb-stabb incident of near death angsti deliciousness.

-

Cookiiiii

Yum yum yum

Your lemon slices will be going on my tacos.

uvu

[mio-nika]

I'm interested in whatever you wanna make, boss

Just happy see art an hear thoughts (* U *)7

It's very nice of you to say, anon

I was just thinking today. About how. Yokai hunters AU is my "everything is good and nothing bad" AU. Like yeah, Bobby is not human, but it's not a main plot point and you can ignore it really. Like it's almost as close to blackbright, as I can physically go.

It's more like my personal playplace where I'm thinking about cases, detective stories and DD cast spending time together happily.

So I was thinking why I'm not doing anything with it. Ignoring the "because I am a shitty writer" and "because have zero knowledge about Japan".

And the other reason. Is that. I really feel like no one interested in it? I'm not famous as a blackbright artist. And I think some BB fans would not be happy of me invading their turf (something-something stupid fandom wars). And the probability of people getting interested in story and platonic relationship. Is like. Slim to none.

So. Do I wanna spend my time, up to 48 hours on something no one interested in? Dats the question.

[itsclydebitches]

i thank u once again for the food , your arguments make a lot of sense ! 🙏🙏 now im going crazier about this man and whatever the fuck he might got going on in his head, i swear he's such an interesting and/but, mysterious character , im not sure if i like that or not 😂 definitely frustrating tho bcz there's so many ways to interpret his actions and we cannot be 100% sure of anything until season 3 comes out aauuuugghhhh

and that part where u mention him shaking off gi-hun's hold , yeah, i was obliviously taking it as him just acting, as to seem like a "normal frustrated player who's scared they're gonna lose", but yeah idk lol ur explanation clicks way more with me now, bcz i dont think they would write in-ho in such a superficial way, specially bcz even tho he knew he wasn't going to get shot , he had the pressure of keeping up the ruse, as you said , so his reactions still makes a lot of sense !! ..thank u again for this insight its definitely pleasing my in-ho brainrot worms going around in my head lol

i have a question (u can ignore tho no pressure), bcz I've been thinking a lot of what might happen in S3, and specifically about what might happen to in-ho and if he's gonna end up alive or not, what do you think ? bcz i cant make up my mind on this , there's something in me that says that this show is definitely going into dat direction , i dont know exactly how to articulate the reasons why tho, i mostly feel like it's gonna be like his "punishment" ??? or like.. idk i just feel like they're gonna kill him off bcz of everything he's done , like "there's no other remedy".. maybe karma ? i dont know lol i suck at explaining myself (and specially in english 🫠) im so sorry but i hope it's at least half understandable what im trying to say lol and im not the best at interpretation and media analysis so that's why there's this other part of me that's not so convinced of this thought (and also prolly bcz i rlly dont want him to die lol).. so ! im curious bout ur thoughts !! ..once again 🤭

(As someone who is embarrassingly monolingual you are doing a GREAT job expressing yourself in English, my friend!)

Boy oh boy do I know the craziness that comes from being fascinated by a morally messed up blorbo lol. You’re in good company. I honestly love that In-ho’s actions are so ambiguous not just because it makes for great conversation between seasons, but because humans (and well-written characters) are complex and contradictory. Is he making these choices because he’s trying to maintain the ruse? Because he’s legitimately having flashbacks? Because he enjoys fucking with Gi-hun by pretending to be another (current) victim? It may be all three! I think we’ve gotten semi clear-cut moments throughout the season to support each motivation—In-ho protects the ruse by coming up with a decent excuse for why he knows Gi-hun’s name, he seems to display genuine emotion when they win, and he absolutely fucks with him at other times like his “Whoever picked umbrella must have bit the dust!” line—so they’re all viable and people, generally speaking, are capable of maintaining multiple motivations/emotions at once.

Oof, I’ve been thinking about Season Three too though. For me, it really comes down to what message the show wants to end on. So far we’ve seen both the hopelessness with which the games continue to perpetuate, as well as Gi-hun’s drive to enact change. On the one hand, I think it would be a more “realistic” ending for Gi-hun to fail in his goal of stopping the Games (as they're really a metaphor for a very complex social issue and societal change does not occur through a single individual, nor does it happen this quickly). Yet on the other hand I want the hopeful ending that shows how Gi-hun has made a difference, even if that’s just a small piece—the beginnings of a new momentum—of a much larger, society-wide problem. Sorry for the rambling, but all of the above dictates for me what would happen to In-ho. If Gi-hun fails then the Squid Games will perpetuate, likely with him still at the helm. However, if Gi-hun succeeds (in his own, small way) I think it would serve the narrative best for In-ho to be set free as well. Not necessarily redeemed in the eyes of Gi-hun (especially after murdering his best friend), but nevertheless allowed to start anew like he was initially promised by the same system. For me, the fact that he was a former player makes a pretty big difference. As said, it doesn’t excuse his actions, but it does provide a window into another way that victims of the games are manipulated and encouraged to take on the warped thinking that perpetuates them: maybe this is “better;” maybe this is a “mercy.” I believe In-ho deserves to get out of that spiral as much as the current players do (and yes, part of that is due to his humanization this season), but killing him wouldn’t achieve that. It would just send the message that being the “wrong” kind of victim is a death sentence. Part of dismantling the Games is undoing the propaganda In-ho has been fed and, potentially, allowing him to go back to his brother, like he should have done all those years ago.

I'm excited regardless though :D

[ratedfleur]

Genuinely craving for pogi and ganda just chatting about their future plans and things 😓 you know, just all fluff and them just chilling like ACKKK also I'm really missing pogi and ganda so much 😭

OMG I'M SO 🥺 RN AAAAAAAA i've been getting lots of fluff thoughts about ganda and pogi pero i just can't get myself to write them idk why 😭

okay! so if they were to graduate college and living differently compared sa college lives nila, pogi would be working as a athletic manager tapos ganda would be a sports psychologist while working alongside pogi.

“hon? where do you think we’ll be in 50 years time?” ganda suddenly asks hao who was lying his head on his dearest’s shoulder, he hums, he hasn’t thought much of it, hao thought.

he hums once more, “hmm, siguro sa rest house natin? with our apos?” hao says as he imagines about his and ganda’s life filled with an abundance of memories from college until they’re gray and old.

ganda smiles as her mind imagines herself and hao in their 70s with little grandchildren and their parents who aided them with attention. she was never the type to look far into the future— not unless if it was for herself but it’s different now because she had hao.

meanwhile while ganda was left basking in her own thoughts, hao pouted as he felt his eyes brimming his tears when he thought of them old and gray, he imagined how much memories those two would had in their hearts and mind.

lifting his head from ganda’s shoulder, she turns in surprise when hao embraced her tightly— now facing her. ganda hums as she wraps an arm around hao who only squeezed her tightly, her hand is soft and warm against his back, rubbing him gently as she hums.

"i lof yu, did yu know dat?" hao says to her, voice muffled with his head buried in ganda's shoulder. ganda smiles sweetly despite knowing that hao couldn't see her, she nudges his head with hers as she spoke, "of course, hon. i know you do." she responds while feeling hao smile against her neck when he snuggled further into her embrace.

"i lov u, i lov u, i lov u, i lov u, i lov–" hao repeated before she interrupted him, "and i love you most, my pogi baby–" ganda says before chuchay's bark interrupts her, making both her and hao laugh as the pup barked repeatedly as if saying she loves both her pawrents.

hao pulls away as he's laughing, quickly turning around to pick chuchay up from the ground, he nestles back into ganda's arm that wrapped itself around his shoulders, leaning into her as he played with the pup, "eto naman! opoooo, i love you too!" hao laughed as the pup barked back at him. 

[1l-ynn]

Open (say it like that)

Previous, Next

Hoping I'll never find out that you're anyone else..

It was a hard day at school, like no other. But today might've been the worst. Today in science your teacher announced that you would be working in pairs for a huge power point presentation worth half of your grade. Now this would be okay if you were working with your friend or even alone! But you're not. Instead you're working with Mister (fucking) Morales, someone you've honestly had a crush on for months.

You guys have barely talked, but when you do it always leaves a funny feeling in your stomach. Which brings you to where you are now. You were an absolute mess. An absolute stuttering mess. Your hands were clammy, your leg was shaking, you kept slipping up your words; you looked like you were taking a shit. You swore your edges were coming up by how much you were sweating.

Girl pick yourself up..

Its best not to get you like this, because then ur spider senses act up. Its how your best friend found out you were Spider-Woman. And if it wasn't for her constant snickering from behind you, you would've lost it. Your webs generate organically so you were praying you wouldn't accidentally shooting him in the eye..

"You good?" Miles says. He had just got his hair done so he had chalk on his lineup and a durag was stuffed in his backpack pocket. He had a white button-up on paired with his blue blazer and no tie because lord knows he can't tie one for his life. He wore creme-colored pants and blue Air Jordans to match his blazer , and to top it all off you could see the chain peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

Oh damn.

"Yeah! Totally fine, why wouldn't I be?" You squeaked, the grip on your pencil hardened. You tried hard not to glance up because you knew you wouldn't be able to look away.

"Ion know, you look like you boutta through up." he said sighing a bit. "What's wrong? You don't like me or somethin'?"

Fuck.

"What?! What makes you think that.." Bitch you know exactly what's making him think that. So much for 'keep it lowkey.'

"Ion know you jus'.." he paused a bit before leaning back, stretching in the process. He looked at you up and down, his gaze made you nervous. LIKE NIGGA WTF U LOOKING ATTTT. "You look uncomfortable as hell.. did i do somethin'?"

You replied immediately, throwing your hands up in a surrendering position and waving them a bit. "No you did nothing! Its just, today's been weird.." you quickly made an excuse, you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't buy it.

Miles smiles slightly, lilting his head and squinting his eyes while looking at you once more. Your face was heating up, but its not like he would be able to notice. He raises his eyebrows and looks away while shaking his head ever so slightly. "Yeah whatever loca.." he mumbles before returning to his work. This leaves you smiling, immediately turning your face from him. He catches notice if this and smiles to himself..

"Nah nah, I see you smilin' so whatchu smilin for??" His eyes crinkled as a few giggles left his and you mouth.

"Nothing nigga, I ain't even smilin' for real!" you said ignoring the way your face burned.

"Nothing? Yeah okay stop hidin' your face then."

"Ion even know what ur talking 'bout at this point..!"

"Ma don't even-"

And before you could even blush at his 'pet name of choice, Miles was interrupted by the teacher, who looked pissed off by the amount and laughing and giggling coming from the two of you.

"Miles and Y/N do I need to separate you two?!"

A/N: This was so rushed at the end I honestly just wanted to get this out.. THIS IS SO BAD but i worked on it for days so long that I literally lost most of my motivation so im very very sorry

[ieatyourbeauty]

**Enemies with Benefits part 4**

NSFW MDIN

(breedin kink, P in V sesuals)

Recap: so Soap and Spider are Enemies with benefits after a drunken night of fucking they make a deal to continue this partnership Soap and Her have been catching feelings with each other oh and Ghost found out accidently womp womp. So what happens when Soap's ex messes up his mood and its up to Spider to get his mind off things.

part 1

part 2

part 3

funny Ghost and Spider

Soap is blue

Spider is purple

and if you see yellow dats me

(lets skip a week shall we? )

Spider had noticed that Soap was an even worse mood than before, she wonders if she did something wrong then one of the soldiers says his ex is coming back since she's engaged to another soldier.

Spider: really?

Soldier 1: yeah I think her name was ...Tanya? Taylo? it was a T name.

Soldier 2: yeah heard the dude went on a awful mission one time he came home she was fucking someone else in their bed bro.

Spider: yikes.....that's awful he's a nice guy I don't get why someone would do that.

Soldier: I thought you hated him spider

Spider: I ..don't... its complicated I don't hate him we just get on each others nerves sometimes.

Soldier 2: oh yeah I've been hearing you guys get all up in each others nerves at night.

Spider: jesus christ! did ghost tell everyone!

Soldier 2: I never talked to ghost.

Spider: god fuck yall.

Both the soldiers start chuckling and spider rolls her eyes, she now knew the reason why Soap was acting so weird with everyone including her why didn't he talked to her she thought about it a plan had hatched in her head she just hoped it would go well.

(lets turn the lights off its night time babyyyyy.)

Spider walked around the hallway at night in her shorts and soaps t-shirt (that she said she would give back but never did lol) cause she couldn't sleep because she hasn't seen soap all day he had been distant with her everyone else was knocked out, she had heard a noise in the mess hall kitchen she was curious and entered the mess hall following the noise further and going to the kitchen area she found Soap drunk on his ass trying to make some food along with the bottle of booze he had on the table. she finally said something snapping him out of it.

Spider: hey Soap..(oh shit hes sauced up more than usual)

Soap: Eugh.. What? oh Spider its you.

He said, clearly annoyed, she walked towards him he made a mess out of the kitchen whoever had mess hall duty was certainly not gonna be happy tomorrow, Spider muttered under her breath.

Spider:....I guess were going by our call names again.

Soap: huh...what was that?

Spider: huh?...nothing...I heard your ex is back.

Soap had given her a irritated glare, Spider was determined that this plan as stupid as it is was gonna work, she just had to piss him off enough for it to work. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth lord help her.

Spider: you getting drunk cause your ex is here with a new man? Didn't she cheat on you when u went on missions some of those you almost fucking died? Hell from what I heard you caught her fucking someone else in your bed why do you care about her this much? Soap!

Soap was taken aback by the comments, His rage was very noticeable, He was clearly not in the right mental state.. he stormed over to Spider, lifting her by her hips and putting her on the kitchen table, before he got in her face.

Soap: Don't. Speak. Of. Her. Understand, princess?

He snarled, before backing off, and letting her go, He took a long drink of the alcohol sitting it on the counter beside her, he stood across from her with his head down, looking at nothing in particular. Spider blushed from his force but she takes a breath to calm down but she grabs the bottle taking a drink out of it burning her throat she coughs and looks at Soap with a determined look.

Spider: come here soap.

Soap: What?

He asked, he wasn't happy with this, It's almost like what he really wanted was to break someone's nose, or kill someone, The man was clearly not in a good state,

Spider: now Soap!

she demanded Soap walked towards her going standing between her legs his hands on her thighs him breathing heavily she looks up at him and she caresses his cheek her face being stern turned to concern.

Spider: just....listen to me please?

He took a deep breath, his shaking was clear.. It seems like what was needed was for someone to be in charge.. And she seemed to fit that role just fine.. He nodded slightly, waiting for her to continue.. To do what it was that she wanted to do.

Spider: I can make you forget about her.....use me to forget about her Soap.

Spider blushed saying this not ever being this forward but she hated seeing him like this. Soap looked at her slightly blushing, He nodded slightly, and moved his hands a little further up her legs, Spider already feeling a heat at her core. He still didn't say a word, and was just trying to relax, He did not want to do anything violent.. His mind was in a place that it normally wasn't.. But if this was what it took.. To take away what was going on in his head for now. Then he was up for it, Spider Kisses him softly on the lips, if using her body would calm him down she would do it over and over. After a little while, Soap eventually got lost in the kiss, His hands went up her back as he pushed himself against her.. He was slowly forgetting about what has happened, But still not completely.. He pulled away for a moment, just so he could speak

Soap: are you sure?

Spider: shut up...it's fine if it's you...only you.

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation as he kissed her back more passionately, The tension between them was very clear as he put one hand on her waist and another between her legs teasing her clothed pussy already feeling how wet she was Soap smiled into the kiss. Spider moaning softly she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear.

Spider: not here....bedroom...your room..

Soap shivered slightly, He nodded, And quickly followed her into his bedroom, Not wasting a second more for some small talk. they were quick to take off their clothes Soap sitting behind Spider her legs spread he's teasing spider's pussy with his fingers her whimpering and moaning while her juices dripped down her leg his fingers wet with her he loved her voice, he whispered in her ear.

Soap: I love your voice....so quiet so cute all for me.

Spider: f-fuck it fe-feels so good soap.

Soap took his fingers out of her wet cunt, her eyes wet from overstimulation she was panting.

Soap: open your mouth I want you to taste how good you are.

Spider did as she was told opening her mouth he stuck his two fingers in her mouth she licked and sucked on his fingers tasting herself on his fingers.

Soap: good girl that's my fucking good girl.

Spider: lay down....i want to make you feel good too....lay down please

Soap: of course my pretty girl.

Soap laid on the bed his dick was fully erect with precum glistening on the tip, Spider looked feral at it she touches it softly licking the tip before going on the length of his dick with her tongue she was lost in her lust she heard soaps soft moans she moaned when she deepthroated his cock earning a loud groan from him, she looked at him gripping the sheets his eyes rolling to the back on his head she bob's her head up and down on his shaft gagging on his dick she finally gives herself time to breathe she hears his whimpers which sound so cute to her. Spider uses her hand to jerk him off lubricating him with the spit she used he was panting like a horny dog she smiled.

Spider: no no your not...allowed...dont waste your cum I want every single drop inside me soap.

Soap was taken by surprise by the sudden command, as his breath hitched, as his hands tightened.. he looked at her for a moment, trying to process what she'd asked him, before he shook his head in agreement.

Soap: Yes ma'am..

Spider straddled him aligning his prepped dick to her waiting wet cunt she eased on it earning a gasp from her and a groan of pleasure from Soap.

Spider: it's too big...ahh I feel every bit of you inside me s-soap.

Soap: God your fucking gorgeous Josey.

happy tears came from her eyes as she was riding him her called her name again not spider ...Josey.... just something about him calling her name sent her over the edge her movements were fast bouncing on his fat cock she laied her chest onto his still riding him she felt his hands cup on her ass and he started to thrust up her cunt at a rapid pace earning a loud moan from Spider.

Soap: thats right Josey cum make a big mess on my cock I'm close too.

Spider: y-yes yes yesss

Her pussy squeezed around Soap's cock tight her mind melted by the pleasure after that he painted her walls white with his cum. Both of them panting and sweaty, she got off of him and laid beside him while they both catching their breath.

Spider: .....so....another.. round?

Soap was speechless, as he caught his breath.. that had been a really wild first bout.. He laid there for a few seconds, trying to gather some words.

Soap: Y-Yeah.. another round.

he panted, as he sat up, and started to kiss you.

Soap: Definitely.. another.. round...

but now this time, he knew, that he'd be the one to take control. He grabbed his belt from the floor he demanded her attention.

Soap: arms behind your back..now.

Spider put her arms behind her back as Soap tied her wrists up with his belt she laid on her belly. He smacked her thighs so she would spread her legs, teasing her cunt slapping it with his dick.

Soap: all fuckin tied up for me

Spider: god ur a fucking tease Soap.

Soap: and you enjoy it.

His cock enter inside her aching cunt slowly he took his arm and put Spider in a headlock kissing her cheek and whispering dirty words in her ear, while he thrusted inside of her hard and slow every move of his hips earning her moans getting him going.

Soap: you're such a pretty slut for me Josey...say it your my own personal stress relief....say it

Spider: i-I'm your fuck toy.....I'm your stre-ss relief...S-soap...so fucking big....

Soap: thats my girl ....my pretty fuck toy you can take more of me cant you?

His thrusts became faster her cunt getting tighter around Soap's cock as she bites his arm from the pleasure she's feeling inside he smiles.

Soap: so cute when you fight your pleasure, that just makes me want to go faster.

He said, Not taking an ounce of the force off his movements, in fact he goes faster like he said making her mind going blank its like he's trying to get her pregnant hes going so deep inside her she tries to remember if she took her birth control....though lets be serious their kids would be pretty cute, Their minds must have linked cause Soap thought what she would look like round and pregnant with his kid her big tits filled with milk he wouldn't mind lil Soap's running around he thought it would be fun...at least with her.

Soap: I'm gonna fuck a baby into you.....J-josey would you like that?

Spider: n-n-o yess fu-fucking breed me!

he chuckled when she screamed that he could tell she was getting close to orgasm as he.

Soap: as you wish princess.

Soap smiled taking her out of the headlock and using his hand to hold her head so he could kiss her deeply all the strength and I dare say love he had..

Soap: I.. Love.. You..

Spider.....(did he really say that?)

They climaxed together he came inside her pussy so much that it was leaking out of her mixing with her pussy juices, they were breathing heavily, tears in her eyes from cumming both of them panting like they were animals mating. (cause they are lol)

He got off of her undoing the belt from her wrist. she sat up on the bed Soap pulled her back on his chest one playing with a tit teasing her nipple and the other hand holding hers.

Soap: Are you okay?

He said, In a soft.. almost affectionate tone, she smiled and nodded her head confirming she was fine...she will be sore tomorrow but thats fine. She joked around with him.

Spider: y-yes I'm fine...geez with how much you came in me Im starting to suspect you want me pregnant with your kid.

Soap: And even if I did? Isnt that what marriage is for.

Soap was joking, He knew that neither of them were ready for that.. But he still liked to tease her, But he had to make sure it was obvious that he was only joking. She was joking but ...she imagined him being a dad to her kids she blushed maybe one day she thought and put a hand on her stomach while holding his hand.

Spider: I think you would be a good dad one day.

Spider could not believe she said that aloud also Soap's face got really red at that thought, Soap laughed a little bit, When he noticed her hand on her stomach, He looked at her a smirk growing on his face.

Soap: What if you're pregnant now, eh?.. I mean.. We are not protected...

Spider: I'm on birth control dum dum.

Soap: oh.. Of course.. You had me scared for a second..

Spider: did my plan work....did you forget about your ex?

Soap: Who? ....oh her....maybe I need a little more convincing

Spider smiled as he kissed her neck giving her love bites that will probably show up tomorrow they laid down spooning, Soap put his cock back inside her pussy she whimpered her cunt still sensitive and pink from the pounding it took they were both falling asleep.

Soap: such a good fit for me....lets stay like this for tonight.

Spider: feels good..feels full...good night Soap....

Soap saw her falling asleep she looked cute like this he thought so peaceful between his arms, he started to fall asleep as well.

Soap: good night Josey....

The sun was just starting to peek above the horizon, Spider and Soap were both still in a state of undress, as they both lay down next to each other on the bed, His arm rested over her body A loud Knock could be heard, And an even louder voice..

????:Johnny!.....John?

It was the voice of his ex..

(and that's where I'm ending it for now holy shit I'm tired I need to still do editing and a bunch of other shit.)

Soldier who unfortunately had mess hall duty: WHO THE FUCK FUCKED UP THIS KITCHEN LIKE THIS GOOD GOD

[toki-is-the-king]

Skwistok short story:

Summary: kinda fucked up one shot about Toki beating up Skwisgaar after an argument but Skwisgaar likes it.

Rating: Mature

TW: violence, sexual mentions, PTSD, blood, age regression and past trauma/abuse

(Also I do not sexualize age regression and I myself have it as a coping mechanism. The mentions in this story are brief, but implied that Toki is age regressing on and off due to flashbacks and isn’t sure how to handle his adult feelings as they come and go and overall he just wants comfort).

“Skwisgaar?”

There was a knock at his closed bedroom door and then it was pushed open before Skwisgaar could even answer. Skwisgaar sighed at hearing Toki’s voice. Toki was always barging into his room unwelcome, and it was one of Skwisgaar’s biggest pet peeves. All of the guys did it, but Toki was the most frequent. He valued his space and solitude that Toki was always infringing on.

Toki stood in the doorway, hugging his deddybear in one arm, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He headed towards the bed, where Skwisgaar was sitting hunched over, fiddling with his guitar, because what else is there to do at midnight? Sleep? Fuck that.

“Cans I comes into yous room?” Toki asked, sitting on the foot of the bed.

Skwisgaar wasn’t even phased by this anymore because Toki never waited for the okay to come in.

“Oh ja, makes yous’selfs at homes I guess, whys not just moves in at this point, ehh? Since yous ams alreadys t’inks this ams you’s room too.” Skwisgaar huffed, sarcastically, squinting his eyes at Toki as in irritation.

Toki lacked the ability to understand sarcasm most times and his eyes widened in surprise, “oh, wowee, so I’s can sleeps in here now?”

Skwisgaar flicked an eyebrow up, crossing his arms, “no, Tokis! You’s ams snores too loud and punches me in yous sleep! And dats ams…kind of gay for you’s to sleeps with me.”

Toki frowned, hugging his deddybear tighter to his chest, watching intently as Skwisgaar strummed his guitar. “But you’s said I moves in!”

“I ams being sar-caskics, Toki! You’s ams such an idiots! You nevers understands de perfactly clear anglish I says to you.”

Toki looked like he might sock Skwisgaar in the mouth or start crying but Skwisgaar just stared at him, pausing his guitar session for a split second before turning his attention back to plucking the strings.

“But I has a nightmares!”

“Bigs deals! You ams making mes lives nightmares right now and I’s not even asleep!!”

“Please, Skwisgaar! I nots asks you for anything else ever again, please!”

Toki’s tendency to raise his voice and whine the more distressed he became was also another one of Skwisgaar’s pet peeves, he needed to make a list of them. They were both such polar opposites when it came down to it and it was to some a mystery how they were such close friends.

“Eugh! Fines! Just shuts you’s mouths already!

Toki instantly stopped screaming and went back to watching Skwisgaar play the guitar. He was always pleased with himself when his tantrums got him what he wanted. They didn’t always work on Skwisgaar but when they did, he felt a sense of power. Toki waited a few minutes before jumping up from the bed, ignoring the irritated glare from the older man.

“I be’s right back, don’t’s goes to sleep!” Toki pleaded, and the blond just rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, nots likes I cans now, you ams gives me what’s am called a migraine.”

Toki smiled and left the room. Skwisgaar prayed to the gods that Toki would get distracted and not return so he could keep practicing guitar, but within seconds he was back again, with an armful of stuffed animals and the blue comforter from his bed.

“What ams all this shit you brings into mines room, Toki?”

“I cants leaves dem in mines room they ams scared!”

“They ams not evens real…”

Toki scowled and dumped the pile of stuffed animals onto Skwisgaar’s bed, then climbed in beside them.

“Yes they is real and theys gonna sleeps with us.”

Skwisgaar frowned. “Dat ams so gay.”

“No it’s not! This ams metal!”

Skwisgaar couldn’t hold in his laughter, and it only seemed to make Toki angrier. Before he knew it, Skwisgaar was on the floor and in a daze as Toki glared down at him, deddy bear in hand.

“Toki dids you reallys just hits me with that stupid toys for babies?”

“Stops makings fun of me I hates when you does this!”

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes again, “I stops makings fun of you when yous stops beings a baby.”

Again Skwisgaar found himself being whacked in the face, fucking backhanded by the younger man, and it knocked him back down, flat on his back like a little bitch. It was alarming how quickly Toki could go from sweet and calm to a raging beast. Skwisgaar was usually never too phased by this either, he could handle himself and usually had the upper hand, being taller and older, the one in control; taunting Toki and making him angrier, reveling in the power he felt whenever he could get on Toki’s nerves. Toki was so easy going that sometimes Skwisgaar enjoyed seeing the younger man explode in anger or frustration while at the mercy of his hands. But this time was different and though Toki’s face was hot and red and he was breathing hard and heavy through gritted teeth, something in his eyes didn’t match his actions. It made Skwisgaar feel…bad. Fuck. He never felt guilty for being a dick before.

“Tokis…” Skwisgaar began, but Toki just shoved him when the blond tried to regain a sitting position.

“No! Fucks you! You always makes fun of me and calls me names and I’s sick of it! I thoughts we’s friends what’s cares about each other!”

Usually Skwisgaar would smirk or say ‘so what’s?’ but underneath the surface of anger, there was hurt and Toki almost looked close to tears the way he was contorting his face and clenching his jaw. Before either of them knew it, Toki was on top of the older man, hands around his throat like he wanted to squeeze the life out of him. He could if he wanted to. Killing Skwisgaar would be like snapping a twig. Toki kept his hands clasped firmly, hearing the other struggle to breathe as the air was choked out of him, and it made Toki want to keep squeezing Skwisgaar’s wind pipe until the man was almost dead. There was something so satisfying to Toki about seeing the famous lead guitarist try to fight and claw his way out of his grip, being in complete control for once. Having this much power where he was usually so powerless. The strained whimpering noises coming from the blond only made Toki want to slam Skwisgaar’s head against the floor to show him who’s boss, and maybe he wanted to make Skwisgaar cry, because everyone always made Toki cry and he was so fed up with being treated like dumb kid, but honestly he still felt like one: a clueless useless kid no one loved. Toki wanted to hurt the other man for making him feel this way. Break his bones and make him feel ashamed. Make him feel less than shit. He wished he hated him so he could destroy him. But Toki couldn’t do it, he wasn’t that evil, just feeling betrayed and belittled, having a flashback, he soon realized, of a time he was tortured by his father. Maybe he didn’t feel this rage towards Skwisgaar, and was just taking it out on him.

When Toki felt Skwisgaar’s body begin to go limp, he released his hands from around his throat and tossed him on his back, but spit in his face for one final act of disrespect.

The two of them laid beside each other, panting and in shock, Skwisgaar more so than Toki; the blond was lucky to be alive and survive with only some bruises and bloody nose. He felt sick from the adrenaline rush, and sexually aroused. He wasn’t one who liked to be dominated, especially by Toki, but he was hard. His boner was only a short lived distraction from the pain he was in after being thrown around. Toki probably wasn’t aware of Skwisgaar’s weird kinks like being choked until passing out, so Skwisgaar just kept quiet for a few more minutes, wiping blood and saliva from his face, lying perfectly still as to not set Toki off again.

Why the fuck did he like that? And why the fuck was he hoping Toki would beat him up again? Skwisgaar wasn’t sure what to think or say but then he noticed Toki sitting up, grabbing for his bear again and clinging to it like a life preserver.

“Ams you crying?” Skwisgaar asked, trying to say this is as delicately as possible and not like a dick, but he’s too blunt for his own good.

“No’s! Ams not crying just sits here…”

“Uh…Ja, Tokis, that ams crying, what’s whens de tears in yours eye.”

“Shuts up!”

Skwisgaar tried to tell Toki to shut up, but gasped instead, his hand flying up to hold his face and rub at the stinging sensation on his cheek. He looked just as surprised and taken aback as Toki did after slapping him. The red mark on Skwisgaar’s cheek looked painful to the touch and Toki couldn’t express any of his frustration or feelings at the moment. He was so angry and so hurt, why did Skwisgaar always say mean things to him? Why was he so cold to him some days and others was so fond of him? Why did he love Skwisgaar despite all of this? It was so fucking gross and too overwhelming and it didn’t make any sense.

Toki set his bear down and yanked Skwisgaar into a rough and messy kiss, their spit and Skwisgaar’s blood making for a sloppy and painful make out session, Skwisgaar wincing and moaning in discomfort whenever his nose was bumped or his face was touched. It only bled worse the more Toki kissed him, but the blood didn’t bother him and he just wanted Skwisgaar to know he was sorry. Toki hated that he couldn’t control his temper but it was more than just that. He didn’t know how to deal with his childhood. It always followed him wherever he went, hovering like a dark cloud in the background of every situation and conversation he was a part of. No one else really understood it either. Toki did recognize, after he began to recollect his thoughts, that maybe it was triggering to him whenever people, even if they claimed to be joking, made fun of him or mocked him, pushed his buttons purposefully, didn’t respect him. Anytime it happened he was a little kid again being abused and verbally degraded. He lost all control in those moments and now Skwisgaar’s face and neck were bruised and bloodied and Toki frowned in shame. Being the stronger of the two, Toki pulled Skwisgaar closer to him, both now laying on the hard floor of the bedroom, neither saying a word. The brunette mumbled an apology, kissing the back of Skwisgaar’s head and his bruised neck as he held him, his deddybear somehow making its way back into Toki’s arms, wedged in between with Skwisgaar.

“dette er så homofil, Toki…”

“faen deg, Skwisgaar…you’s gay…”

Skwisgaar chuckled quietly, turning onto his side to face Toki, wincing from the beating he’d just received but dismissed it.

“…maybes…but onlys for you.”

Toki cocked his head to the side slightly, searching for any signs Skwisgaar was fucking with him to get revenge for nearly snapping his neck moments earlier, but there was only sincerity in the other man’s eyes, and Toki could feel his own welling up with tears again just from the way Skwisgaar was looking at him. He’d never looked at him like this before. Like he loved him.

“Skwis…ams…”

“Shh. I knows Toki. I knows.”

Skwisgaar wrapped an arm around the younger man, helping him to sit up, leaning him against the bed.

“You knows…if you’s wants to sleeps in here tonight’s…or any other nights…I maybes don’t mind…just keeps the punchings and beatings to a minimums, ja?”

Toki sniffled, nodding, shamefully peering up from where he sat on the floor, curled up in a ball with his deddybear. So helpless and exhausted, feeling lost in his own body and mind. He felt too young to be this fucked up.

“I would likes that…Ja, I promiskes no more beatings you up…”

Skwisgaar helped the younger man into bed, grabbing a tissue for his nose bleed, hoping it wasn’t broken because fuck, he liked his nose, and sat down beside Toki, who was already snuggling into the warmth of the comforter.

“And Tokis…”

“Ja..?”

“I didn’t says you cants chokes me or beats me, just…nots all de time, heuh?”

For once Toki felt he understood what Skwisgaar was hinting at, and it made him feel only slightly less terrible for losing his temper like that. He and Skwisgaar fought all the time, he’d just never beat him up like this before. It felt wrong and what if it made him just like his dad? His dad beat him up all the time. Toki hoped it didn’t mean he was like his dad… He needed to sleep.

“Gets some rest, huh? You needs it for tomorrows when you does you’s crappy guitars playing.”

“Oh fucks you my playing ams good!”

“Ah…we cans debates about dat…laters…”

Skwisgaar was too exhausted to argue and really didn’t think his body could withstand being a punching bag again, even though it did get him horny, but he wasn’t saying that a second time tonight.

Instead of insulting him further, Skwisgaar took it as his chance to regain some dominance and pulled the younger to his chest, letting him rest his head there while he tried to get comfortable. This was too gay for words so Skwisgaar wasn’t going to say anything, and tomorrow they’d probably both pretend this hadn’t happened. Or maybe they wouldn’t. Who knows. But it felt good to be together and the empty lonely feeling that Skwisgaar usually felt at this time of night was gone and he was at peace with himself and with Toki in his arms.

“I hates you Skwisgaar…”

“Ja. I hates you too, Toki.”