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blushblushbear · 5 months ago

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Can we get Demetri, Eli, Scale and Stirling relationship headcannons? I barely see any anymore and I think it would actually be really cute

Dmitri

very classically romantic

and extremely cheesy

tries to fit you as best he can

but his instincts will always bring him to wine and rose petals on the bed

also likes to read you poetry

he also will write you poetry too but I won't lie it's not the best...

but lord does he put his heart into it

also really really really wants to do that whole guiding your hands in pottery thing from ghost but he won't force you

he will just quietly (not so quietly) hopes the moment will arise

legit swoons a little (or a lot) at every romantic gesture you make

just generally a really old fashioned fallen hard romantic

lots of picnic dates and beach dates and make out sessions in the moon light

really wants to integrate you into every part of his life if he can

also introduces you to the family so quick

has a locket with your picture in it to look at when he's feeling down and he needs a pick me up

(also has pics of you on his phone and as his bg but the locket is just so much more romantic)

Eli

hello cheesy romantic number two

he actually also reads you poetry but he's a lot more thoughtful about his choices and less swanning about the whole affair

though he's still very dramatic over it don't get it twisted

also writes you poetry but waits till FOREVER to share them with you

he's legit embarrassed but he's really feeling this relationship so he shares not only the stuff he's written about you but the stuff he's wrote in general

loves to collect and share romantic things and basically show them to you going 'us' lol

also a meme queen

will go from the day's latest meme to a really heartfelt romantic sentiment, right back to memes so so fast lol

will 1000000% sweep you off your feet but honestly does ADORE being swept off his

I think he's actually more flustered than he thinks he'll be when you do it but he's not complaining

won't make a big deal of it but low key tries to be in contact with you 24/7

just really loves talking with you, even if it's about nothing

also likes roleplay, sexual or otherwise

you guys have def done the whole 'oh mysterious stranger who I just met tonight at this bar, I can't fight the attraction between us, let's have a wild one night stand' bit so many times you end up having to go to knew bars all the time

really loves slotting you and him into romantic scenarios

anytime he legit makes you swoon he's never happier

he's good at charming people and good at being charmed

but when he sparks something so deep and geniue

or has it sparked in him

IDK MAN he's just so head over heels

on cloud nine, so beyond joyous

loves loves LOVES good morning good night texts

if you don't send them he will but also pout pout where's my morning text >:T

also a very 'where's my kiss hello/goodbye? >:T'

always flirtatious but this is probably one of the first times he's felt something so strong behind it and frankly he's just over the moon to have you in his life at all

Scale

HELLO SHY TSUNDERE

firstly, he is always looking out for you/watching over you more than you know

always making sure you're safe

but he also tries to make sure you're good emotionally/mentally

key word is tries, he's not the best with people

but god damn it all for you he will move the heavens and earth!!

loves doing the most mundane shit with you

just being around you makes him so so happy

learns all your favorite things, it's like recon but for LOVE

anytime he's given love or attention or affection he's practically dizzy with delight

he tries to hide it everytime but he is SWOONING

MELTING

HIS BRAIN HAS SHUT DOWN AND HIS HEART IS RACING

LOVES cuddles so much

also kisses but his favs are the ones he sneak steals

whenever you manage to get him back or beat him at his own sneaky game, he's so impressed and also so in love

BLUSHING MESS THE FIRST TIME YOU COUNTER SNEAK HIS SNEAK KISS

he doesn't wanna admit he's kicking his feet every time he gets a text from you but there he goes, being too giddy to function

tries really hard to act cool around you and sometimes even succeeds

he's constantly torn between no one can know how much he loves you or it could be used against him and get you in danger and

OMG OMG OMG OMG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS FULL OF LOVE OMG THEY'RE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I CAN'T BELIEVE I FEEL THIS WAY AHHHH

also tries his best to be strong and manly around you

has a better success rate with those then trying to be cool

Stirling

smooth

very very smooth

doesn't get flustered easily

but still CAN get flustered

he didn't think he could but then you gave him the sweetest little cheek kiss and his undead heart was beating like a war drum in his rib cage

very protective

no harm shall come to his beloved

but unlike others he doesn't linger on it

it's a quiet deadly assurance

he'd much rather spend his energy and time with you having fun and delighting in your presence

loves to have you come skating with him

also loves to have you present at performances and competitions

he does so much better at them when he has you to perform for

has a few paintings of you hanging in his home

does not tell you they are there

you don't know when he got them done

you have to teach him some technology but honestly if it makes it easier to talk to you he'll learn anything

loves to have you stay over with him for days or even weeks at a time

constantly trying to get you to move in

very sensual

very romantic

anytime he can make you swoon he feels like he's won

love bites <3

loves to listen to you talk about your day

always listens with the most love struck look on his face

likes to regale you with tales of his long life

but the best stories as far as he's concerned all come from his time with you

#bear text #blush blush game #blush blush #bear talks #bb game #sad panda studios #scale #stirling #eli #dmitri #dmitri blush blush #blush blush dmitri #eli blush blush #blush blush eli #scale blush blush #blush blush scale #stirling blush blush #blush blush stirling

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shayshaybiscuit25 · 4 months ago

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I’ve pondered on some things for a while now and I’ve finally made my decision to no longer support Chris. I love art and creativity and have always been able to separate things from actual people and their personal shit, but I still have stood firm that once their personal mess displayed their true character, I’d no longer support anything they do.

In this particular case with Chris, it was hard to do, one was because I refused to believe any of this was legit, but once he stated he was married that should have been a huge NOPE, I’m done. Regardless of believing this is real or a Hollywood stunt, does either dismiss the fact that Chris is involved in this? He had to sign off on something in order to be okay with them saying he was married or he actually married her.

We talk a lot about things and it seems many of us still give this man a pass despite what’s occurred and the truth is we’ve made excuses, continue to thirst after him, etc yet want to claim we’re against racism while he technically married to a racist.

To each is it’s own, but I’ve returned to my senses and he’s not it. Best of luck to this fandom, boundaries need to be set and many are still hoping that their projection of him in their minds ….. from all these years… is still legit when it’s unfortunately not.

You have so many celebs who actually appreciate their fans and stand up to things that could cost them their careers, yet all he’s done is attempt to use his fandom to push this nonsense and his fandom was so loyal that many refuse to even acknowledge the gaslighting to the point this “oh he was forced” narrative took over.

He and his team didn’t like that the fandom decided to fight back or didn’t jump when they said jump and instead started pushing the “crazy” fandom narrative….remember those articles, remember his account blocking fans?! I have to state this, yes there is a level of legit craziness and obsession in every fandom, but compared to majority of other fandoms, especially those with “names”, this fandom is TAME!

Had he had Justin Bieber or Taylor Swift level and type of fans, this would have blown up way out of his control, he’s lucky the general public isn’t aware of what the fans know. It could’ve cost him way more. We are all aware he can speak about things like that bomb pic, which was circulating on the internet for years, yet when it started to gain traction on a public level he tried to shut it down and just made himself sound foolish.

He’s permanently associated to a woman who is besties with racist, Nazi supporting scum and since we honestly don’t know what this mess actually is, any support is contributing to her as I’m sure things are still being paid by him like events, appearances, his paparazzi, etc. All of that contributed to pushing BOTH of them for whatever reason.

If this turns out to be legit many will feel disgusted with themselves, but the red flags have been here, it comes down to are people going to believe actual reality or whatever their brains turn this is into.

🚩

Chris used the very fandom who propped him up enough to where his movie career was decent and he still had tremendous popularity due to his fandom, now with the majority of his fandom dissolved, we see the impact WE had/have. His career popularity is tanking, so far he’s still relevant, but no where near he was pre 2022 and unless he kills the next three roles, I think time isn’t going to be kind to him, but then again who knows what’s coming next because now she’s about to be back in the spotlight soon.

I honestly hope some truth comes to light and he takes accountability for what he’s done because you don’t play in the faces of those who support you for over two decades, you don’t associate with people you know are vile, it speaks volumes on who you truly are.

Show me your friends and I’ll show you who you are and his list is very long and problematic in itself. 🤷🏻‍♀️ His friends are questionable, his stylist is a rapist supporter, etc.

I do hope he’s finally realized he needs fans and I hope he doesn’t take the remainder of you all for granted. Also I miss Dodger content. 😢

Also it would be ironic as hell if this shit ended soon, MY POWER! 😂 I’m joking. But this shitshow ending wouldn’t change my mind, the damage is done and I’m not even going to discuss the idiots in this fandom who defended racism or kissed their asses all for some pathetic internet clout, but yeah it’s time I moved on and I hope this long ask helps others finally see the light.

Thanks for letting me vent Shay, just needed to finally let this nonsense go because it no longer nor has ever served me. Yes I wrote a thesis, but I had a lot to let go of. 😅

Fandoms nowadays are turning into cults and it’s easy to not believe you’re part of one until truth hits you hard across the face.

My time and energy deserves to be focused on actual important things, elsewhere.

😌

Um wow, okay good for you. I am glad you took the time to write all this out.

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i-love-sweet-william · 1 month ago

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out of context pre-stozyers #7

it's been a long while. I have a lot of drafts that were just Not Done Enough that have been sitting around for...literal years at this point. but I decided to maybe try to post some anyway

so uhhh have Richie/stozier's early pov of Will + Notes

—

R: my roommate might legit be a zombie. I've never met anyone That dead inside before and I grew up with Bill (...do you think it's a William Thing??) dude's only tethered to the land of the living by like a few spider threads and a pot of coffee

S: wow. what a description. I'm sure he'd appreciate hearing that

R: hey do not snitch on me! you're not allowed to repeat the shit I confess in confidence!

R: I really think I can work with this. his music taste is impeccable and his band t-shirts are worn to optimal softness. this is gonna be a good final year. I can feel it. in my balls.

S: lovely

R: I can't tell if he's ignoring me or just mentally peaced out from brain matter withdrawal....or maybe he's listening to full albums in his head and my instrumental-less voice simply isn't worth pausing for. should I—

S: do not fucking serenade him in your dormitory just to test that theory.....at least do it outside so you can be properly witnessed and viciously mocked by the student body

R: you're so right, I'll report back to you tomorrow

R: (quietly) bro I swear to god I think he buys espresso off the black market to shoot directly into his veins like heroin.

S: is that really what you called to tell me. I'm hanging up—

R: wait wait wait! no okay listen, forget the zombie thing, I feel bad now, and I'm only telling you this because you'll never meet him and I can't just ask what's going on because I'm physically incapable of discussing Serious Shit in a Serious Way and I don't wanna make shit awkward the first week into the semester and it would be—

S: Richie.

R: right okay—

so listen. in a previous fandom, there was a character with Big Hospital Trauma and I...I used T shots to prompt angst. I had a trans guy who was chill about his shit like he wasn't trying to hide it or anything but also didn't feel the need to explain it unless asked, so the character with Hospital Trauma would see the needles or just the very specific marks left by needles and immediately assume the worst, that their new friend was secretly on death's door and would die shortly after they bonded.

Richie doesn't have hospital trauma but he still got worried that maybe whatever the medication was for was why Will had so little energy and felt a little bad about possibly having judged uh tHE EXHAUSTION OF FIGHTING SOME UNSPECIFIED CHRONIC OR TERMINAL ILLNESS (he previously assumed it was just exhaustion from moving in so it was fair game to mock). anyway Will's not sick but he is autistic and traumatized and fucking tired.

btw Will took a gap year so he's the same age as the losers but one year behind in college. that's not important. but I'm mentioning everything else why not go off on one more unnecessary detail. aight back to stozier dialogue

R: he gives me these serious "done with your shit" vibes—

S: you get those vibes from everyone.

R: ......okay, first of all, Rude. second, there are multiple types of "done with your shit" vibes, and his are like yours. like for instance today the way he begged me to shut the fuck up and tried to light me on fire with intense eye contact alone reminded me of you...almost feels like I'm at home.

S: he seems competent. I like him

R: Will shared caffeine with me today and I felt so fucking soft holy shit, I mean I'm saving it for tonight I didn't wanna crash in class [sometimes caffeine helps chill out ADHD people, some can even use it as a sleep aid, and I chose to give Richie that trait], but—

S: maybe he was trying to knock you out

R: what? nah.......oh shit maybe....no......you think—

R: b..bro. y'know th.....y'know that Eyebrow Thing Ben does when he's...really into some poetry shit. W—Will has a Thing. but it's f—it's fuckin...he sticks his tongue out—like just a tiny bit—and it's. it's so fucking blessed. holy fuckin shit.

S: are you okay

R: no. no I'm fucking not. I might cry. I'm having a fucking meltdown over a mlem. fuck.

R: I heard the cutest softest most angelic laugh in the world today ohhh my god. like if you took Bev's warmth, and Eddie's innocence, and your upsettingly persistent aversion to expressing loud positive emotion which prevents anything more than a sinister little nightmare giggle, and rolled them all into one. that's Will's

S: ..........I'm sorry, sinister li—?

R: I said what I said. and I still love and cherish it because it's a part of you💜

S: disgusting, thank you

R: your #1 source for new Byers trivia is back babey, today we've uncovered the movie snack of choice and the method w—

S: Please just get to it

R: reese's pieces. one at a time. like a fuckin.....hamster eating seeds. it gives the same effect as watching Mike lift hay bales with his massive sexy arms and then 5 minutes later be delicately eating little berries or some shit. except the hay bales are stage props and the berries are imposter m&ms

S: I'm gonna pretend you didn't just insult reese's pieces like that

R: he always seems moments from passing out so I wanted to share my energy through osmosis and tried to hold him and you won't fucking believe what happened

S: he punched you in the face

R: he let me!! just carried on with his business like I didn't even exist!!! what does that mean?!?! did he not even know I was there?? did he know and not care because he's already adjusted to my glorious presence??? is he actually just chill about it and I finally have a compliant body pillow after three years of loneliness???? I NEED TO KNOW THE TRUTH—but I was too shook in the moment to ask

S: .........good luck with figuring that out

Stan's not worried or anything like he's had 20 years to get used to how touchy Richie is. he genuinely wouldn't mind if Richie had a person to use like a "body pillow" when he's away from all his Losers, and doesn't see an issue if Will ends up okay with being an outlet for Richie's pent up physical affections. besides Will doesn't seem to have shown any particular interest anyway

......and that's because he's the type of aro that just doesn't even think about romance shit unless someone asks him to think about it (or there's literally someone standing in front of him giving a confession). however if asked, he would still label himself gay because the last time he had to think about it he came to the conclusion that, hypothetically, if he were to be in a relationship, it would probably be with another guy. but he has no interest in searching for specific terms for himself when he could spend his time like.....having fun instead of having a perpetual identity crisis. if he's not in or pursuing a relationship, why should it matter to him??

meanwhile Stan's the type of aro that Did think about hypothetical relationships but never pursued one, but also wouldn't mind if someone did want one with him, so he just had to say yes when Richie eventually asked about going out with him. Stan only starts pursuing Will because he's half of stozier and it would feel weird to him to let Richie "do all the work" when it was a Mutual decision to see if Will had any interest in Them.

also Stan's aware of more terms, he Wanted to study up, and is aware of his place on asexual spectrum (and wears a black ring to silently display it), but since he's been in a long term relationship with Richie he's less concerned with claiming arospec

okay jesus christ I'll shut the fuck up none of this is important but There's A Lot Okay

S: what's wrong with your voice, it sounds like after we—

R: listen man.....I was legit blasted into the stratosphere like Team Rocket and then dropped back to earth just as hard. let me catch my fucking breath

S: you...do mean mentally right? what'd he do this time

R: .....yeah, mentally. mind: blown, worldview: shook, lessons: learned.

R: I used the Platonic Pleasure Zone on him

S: you what

R: I used—

S: no don't fucking repeat it I heard you the first time. why the fuck do you insist on saying that. no one says that besides you

R: do you wanna know how he reacted or not

S: *deep fucking breath* carry on

R: (instantly softer voice) like a tired kitten holy fuck....I thought he was actually gonna fall asleep until—uh...........I spoke

S: uh huh. did you tell him you Used The Platonic Pleasure Zone

R: yes

S: and did he go for a chokehold

R: No but there was a very sexy shirt grab and even sexier glare

btw the "platonic pleasure zone" just refers to like.....back pat/shoulder squeeze/hair ruffle level intimacy that Can feel really nice and soft but can Also be done in a casual way that doesn't mean anything. but Richie uses that shit specifically in a soft comfy way, and Will is too stupid to notice anything unusual until Richie verbally states what he's doing

R: (whispering) he sings.....

S: (also quiet for some reason) like for a minor?

R: no dude........just.......I don't even know if he knows he's doing it but he's doing it and I'm having palpitations it's too much.....it's too quiet to be on purpose it's gotta be unintentional right?? no one should be allowed to be this soft I can't do this I'm....bro next time Ima send you a fucking recording I don't give a fUck—

R: after weeks of patient training, I am now able to cradle the William in my lap. I saw the face of god the first several attempts, but now we can cuddle in peace. we've learned to navigate this cramped habitat. we live in harmony.

S: why are you suddenly talking like he's a feral animal—

R: because he absolutely is and it's great. I could perish any day now but it would be okay because he'd make my death quick.

S: wh....what did I miss

R: nothing at all don't worry about it~👍

R: where was he in previous years. what universe was he hiding in. I needed him. I wanna bring him home with me. do you think it's legal to take him across state lines??

S: well don't just fucking toss him in the trunk. I'm not out here studying to be a lawyer. use your words like a functional human being.

R: ........you think I'm functional??? that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me.....

S: let's not get ahead of ourselves. I said "like" a functional human being

in the first post I said "Stan's seen some of Will's drawings online" but now....now you get to know more of the Context of Stan seeing those "drawings". if anyone doesn't like the idea of an asexual Will drawing vent porn and didn't see that coming, now would be the time to stop reading

R: (ultra high speed) okay I know this sounds like a fuckin joke but I am being so serious rn when I say I think I've been rooming with one nastyass motherfucker, holy fucking shit—

S: what—

R: I mean you would not believe the shit I just saw and there was so much of it bro like deadass he might be a freak—

S: R—

R: Our kind of freak.

S: …

R: .........

S: .............oh.

R: .........................should I try to find out?? I mean of course I'm gonna find out. how fuckin insane would it be for my sweet innocent caffeine-fueled feral child to have been One Of Us this whole fucking time, how the fuck could I not notice—

R: disclaimer, I got permission to expose his filth blog like this...after. exposing all of us. to him....but Anyways uh jesus fucking christ dude how tf did he manage to be so active without me noticing.....I'll text you the blog name I forgot how he said it already, shouldn't even have a pronunciation, some random shit like...vuh.....vufi..bifim…

S: ............vwhbfmbu? [first letter in s1 ep titles]

R: yeah that! how tf did you say that out loud.......wait. have you been...?? no...no. Stan. Stanley. Stanford. hey. answer me. do not hang up. Staniel. you look at porn without me? and on the fucking regular if you're familiar with that Literal Gay Keysmash of a username! what kind of—I can't believe this!! the betrayal!!! STANLEY!!!!!

from here to the end, stozier is texting at various points during the following days but like.....make Richie's messages barely decipherable and split into numerous tiny texts (which is why Stan's able to interrupt), and give Stan's messages uncomfortably proper capitalization/punctuation

R: do you think Will knows he's a monsterfucker?? his tag usage is sHIT

S: he's not a monsterfucker there is literally no fucking happening

R: babe you don't gotta fuck to be a Fucker. I mean just look in the mirror

S: jesus fucking christ

R: you looked in the mirror and saw selfcest? that's hot.

S: you're going to hell god told me himself

R: oh shit god's there too??? Spicy [Stan turned off his phone after that] wait come back!! we haven't determined whether he knows or not!!!

R: do you think he had an Awakening, or just always knew but didn't know it was a thing to be known? do you think he had any gross friends like we had each other, or kept it to himself until I fucked up his perfect record? do you think he's just here for the eldritch horror shit, or thinks about shit that's actually possible too? do you think he—

S: he's literally like 5 feet away from you why are you asking me Any of this

R: .......dude do you want him to die??? I thought he was gonna have an aneurysm when I first told him I found his forbidden sketchbook, and he had one foot in the grave by the time he gave up that blog name. if I ask for more details directly he might just vanish from this plane of existence. we gotta be Delicate

S: you've never been delicate in your fucking life

R: maybe he's tired all the time because he expends all his energy in secret. I mean I've never caught him drawing in that sketchbook and Also never caught him jacking off. coincidence? I Think The Fuck Not

S: go to sleep Richard

R: I gotta admit......for not having any reaction to hen tie jokes he makes good tentacle porn

S: they're vines

R: ok sure but I'm not gonna say "vine porn" that just sounds like 6 second videos of—

S: and it's hardly porn. this is some aesthetic shit

R: ......buddy if I can get off on it, it's porn

S: you can get off on anything your opinion doesn't fucking count. you could get off on two lines of shitty chicken scratch in a bathroom stall.

R: you underestimate me. I can even get off on Nothing thanks to all the memories you've given me

S: compliments won't make me change my mind

R: what if like—

S: you know what? give me his number. I'll fucking ask him myself

R: .....my heart says don't do this, Will is already suffering. but my hand says 618-555-0189

S: you sure took a lot of convincing

—

Stan was just gonna message Will real briefly (preferably like a Normal Person who Didn't have memories of old posts/tags Will had probably forgotten he ever typed), see if he could get a couple of Richie's dumb questions answered, and then leave him alone. clearly that didn't happen. they bonded over roasting Richie.

if you want to know the general vibe of what's going on in Will's art, just think of various ways to be trapped/restrained.

for instance like the vines that caught Hopper in s2. or for clown reference, there's also "spiderwebs" but it's visually more like that corpse pile at the end of s1 that Will was stuck in. so it's "hardly porn" in that yeah there's no fucking, and it does have An Aesthetic, but like....you're not gonna make it your phone lockscreen and try to convince some random person who sees it that it's 100% sfw.

it's vent porn in that he draws when he feels Some Kind Of Way but he tends not to draw the faces of whoever/whatever is restrained. but when he does, it could be any kind of emotion. whether it's panicked or defiant or just resigned or even out cold. or something else.

#richie tozier #stanley uris #stozier #ryers #stozyers #my post #stranger things #it 2017 #it 2019

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cassedyevihtt · 1 year ago

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The secrets that you keep part 4of 8

Slowburn vanessa x mike romance

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Vanessa and Mike sit on a bench outside of her apartment. They'd worked tirelessly for the last hour to get the little on to bed. Abbie got to sleep on the couch. they'd made it soft and pleasant to sleep on. Now the two sat there. Watching the snow fall and sipping on warm coco leftovers. Mike looked over at Vanessa, she'd been so eager to fix warmth and safety to both him and Abbie. Mike locks his eyes on her mouth. Coco stain. A really stylish mustache. He gets suprised as he hears himself chuckle. Maybe even laugh. "Hmm? What? Haha what's so funny?" She laughs a bit too. Mike tries to hold his mouth shut with his gloved hand but just laughs even more. Vanessa looks ahead. "Okay, i see how it is" she slowly places her cup on the bench. She then stands up, grabs snow, forms it into a ball and chucks it at Mike who barely manages to save his coco. Mike places his cup of coco down too and joins the snowball fight.

They both step back inside with 2 empty cups and snow legit everywhere. Down their necks, in their hairs. Mike takes off his hat and Vanessa bursts out laughing. "Wh-what?" He laughs confused. "Is it that bad?" He smiles. "Nono it's totally fine, you just look like a crazy scientist. It's a likeable look" she coughs and laughs. "I'll go get myself ready for bed first btw" she instructs before she walks to the bathroom and locks the door. "O-okay ofc i mean its your apartment-" Mike holds his hat and watches as she leaves. Abbie peeks up at him from the sofa with a small trixter smile. "You're suppost to be asleep." Abbie just closes her eyes lightely.

Mike mumbles a bit flustered to himself.

The bedroom is dark. Mike had argued to sleep in the couch and let the ladies sleep in the bed but Abbie had insisted. The bed is more than big enough for two grownups, Vanessa had almost reluctantly agreed. And now she is sleeping soundly and peacefully there. Mike still has his hoodie on but got to borrow one of her patterned pyjamas pants. Vanessa is sleeping with a T-shirt and patterned pants too. Mike chuckled. She has two identical pyjamas pants like some cartoon character. He steps upon the bed, careful to keep himself on his side of the bed only. Leave her peaceful sleep alone. As he layes his head on the pillow and stares up at the roof every muscle in his body rests. Everything just let's go. He doesn't want to dream back tonight. He can't really. He sighs. He smiles. One night off can't be that bad. And with that he falls asleep.

Mike stares at the clock: 03:00 AM his heart jumps beat. 'Work!' but he remembers its Sunday, weekend. It's okay. As he layes his head down again he notices tossing and turning sounds beside him. "Nono, you did what?" "No I'm sorry" "n-not that b-bunny" "nonononono"

"No"

"No!"

"Inside the animatronics??"

"Dad we can- please!"

Her words go from whispers and mumbles to almost screams and yelling. Mike sits up. Should he wake her? He starts shaking her awake. "Hey! Vanessa" he wispers. She sits up and pushes him aside. She almost jumps out of the bed and almost runs for the bathroom. She doesnt even get to close the door before it all comes out and she throws up.

Mike just sits on the bed not knowing what to do. After 15 minutes she comes back and sits on her half of the bed. Her back facing Mike. "Are you o-" he starts. She looks over her shoulder. "What? Yes i probably just ate something weird" she explains. "Yes but you said alot of things. Especially the word no." Mike layes down and looks up as he talks. "Yes, well i don't really want to talk about it." Mike frowns. His brain couldn't let the talk about 'inside the animatronics' or 'dad' go. "But can you wake me again as soon as start like that if it happens again tonight?" She layes down too, staring up. Mike looks over at Vanessa. Her face is lit up by a dim blue light. Her cheek reflects waterstreams. He nods, "m'kay". He looks up again. "I appreciate it. Now, good night" Vanessa replies. Mike spots some actual genuine relief in her voice.

"Goodnight Vanessa" he notices his voice smiles to her. Warm and calm. He smiles a bit at that.

#fnaf fic #fanf #fnaf fanfom #fnaf au #fnaf movie #slow burn #mike fnaf #fnaf mike #vanessa x mike #vanessa fnaf #mike x vanessa #mike smith

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hellsingmongrel · 2 years ago

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That sure was a fuckin’ JOURNEY

(Spoilers, AGAIN, for Trigun, Trimax, and Tristamp) Welp. I hyperfixated on the entirety of Trigun Maximum that I got through it in like a day combined of reading, and that was WILD. Actually had a headache from fixating so hard and from all the megasads, but now that I’ve seen the conclusion, I’m feeling a lot clearer in my brain.

What made me kind of cackle at the end was that Meryl and Milly. Became REPORTERS. People who complain about Meryl being a reporter in Stampede can just sit down. It’s canon. They just moved the timelines a bit. Also, HOLY SHIT was that the most “The Power of Love and Friendship” solution to the battle I’ve ever seen out of a magical girl anime! And honestly, it made SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE. Needle-noggin’s unending, exasperating pacifism actually did save the world! Who would have thought??? And I sure as Hell did not expect EARTH to still be functioning and sending out rescue ships!

NGL, though, there was a stretch where I legit was worried it wouldn’t have a happy ending AT ALL, and boy did that make me even more worried! It was SO DARK. So much death and horror and actual sexual assault (which is the one that I REALLY didn’t expect, and especially not with the character it involved, wow, :U) Nor did I expect Knives to come out of it on the other end actually going “...Wow, ok, yeah, I was a shit.” And for a while, there, it felt like a TOTALLY different story than it started off as!

Nightow did a good job of bringing it back around full circle at the end, and in such a way that yeah, Vash was having to be back on his bullshit all over again, but he didn’t have the weight of everything he was running from emotionally weighing him down like he had before, which made it seem so much nicer! Sure, he’ll have to deal with people getting hurt and killed, but it seems like he’s not going to be putting the blame for literally every little thing that happens on his own shoulders.

I gotta say, when it comes to Stampede, I’ve seen some people saying that the Knives we get in episode 11 is super out of character and he would NEVER do what he did, but man. I gotta say. After reading the entirety of the manga, I do not agree with that criticism. There was a time there when he SUPER tried to shut down any compassion he had for Vash, so I can totally see him trying to use him for his own goals. I’m still excited to see how they handle the rest of the story they’re telling with the new series and stand by my assertion that Stampede Vash should be wrapped up in blankets and given cocoa and lots and LOTS of therapy and hugs and cuddles and head pats and told everything’s going to be ok. But he seems like a much younger Vash, who you only saw a few times in Max, but who had the same sort of naivete. It’s an interesting reimagining for the boy, but it all still feels very much like our favorite donut-addicted doofus.

Also, I have mountains of Vashwood feels that I don’t have the current capacity to handle and will have to stew on for a while, because GOOD LORD that was one hell of a fucking ride in THAT regard, too. Meanwhile, literally his relationship with Meryl and Milly feels almost like the protective, constantly-worrying parent. I know Meryl and Vash is a huge ship, and that’s totally valid, I just do not see him feeling that way for her at all. o_O The part where she was bawling and he was kneeling down to talk on her level had HUGE “adult talking to an upset child” vibes for me and nope. It just reinforced the “This man looks like he’s barely old enough to drink, but he’s literally old enough to be everyone’s great, great, great grandparent!” He still lights up like a giant golden retriever puppydog when they show up, because he adores the fuck out of the insurance girls, holy shit! It just doesn’t seem romantic to me at.

All in all, I gotta say, when I was big into anime and manga, Hellsing was my top favorite and Trigun was my second favorite, solely based on the Trigun anime. But after the really unsatisfying way Hellsing ended for me, and after seeing the way Trigun Max was done, it absolutely blows Hellsing out of the number one spot for me. It’s just SO GOOD! I was seriously doing myself a major disservice, not reading it for so long! Not that I had much control over supply chain issues for very small rural towns with little access to foreign goods.

There’ve been rumors that Dark Horse is planning a special edition rerelease of the manga (same as they did for Hellsing a few years ago, apparently. That’s on my bucket list) and I will ABSOLUTELY be buying those if and when they do! GIB GIB! LEMME HAVE PHYSICAL COPIES! I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED!

#Trigun #Trigun Maximum #Trigun Stampede #I'm probably forgetting some things I wanted to say #but my brain is a literal pile of goo right now #so Fuck it.

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 2: Gob-smacked

You go out to the front, flicking on some lights for a moment and shuffling things around on the front desk to look like you're the poor schmuck that got stuck on the late shift. You lock up the front same as you opened the back door and are extra grateful you can make this look like a finicky key and not just a set of lockpicks.

There's no one immediately around, but you can hear voices grousing further down the street. Not far enough away for your liking, but not close enough to delay you leaving. Turning down the back alley, you collect Trouble from the operating room, and lock up before heading deeper into the alleyways.

Trouble's a little unstable on his feet, you imagine because he's woozy from blood loss at this point, but the man's a damn tank with how well he's holding on. You've only seen Pops fair this well after such a beating – and there's no adrenaline rush left to keep pushing him forward anymore.

Plenty of adrenaline for you though. You don't want to get shot helping this guy, but you can't just drop things here and leave. You're invested. Half of it is Law's fault; he gets unreasonably angry when he fixes someone up only to have them end up back in the clinic because they didn't take it easy.

Your new friend stumbles pretty hard, and his size nearly takes you with him. You were so focused on listening for pursuers that it catches you off guard. Despite yourself, you yelp, then swear, and then you drag-run with Trouble and tuck yourselves deeper into the alley, just in time to have lights flood down through it and angry voices echo down the bricks.

Closing your eyes, you lean your head back and internally curse yourself into the abyss.

"It was a clinic bitch." One guy hisses. "I told you it was weird, someone coming out of there this late."

Ah well, crap.

"Shut yer gob." Another voice hisses back. These fools think they're being quiet just because they're not speaking normally. "If we don't find Doflamingo and finish this, we're not gonna be able to get far enough away."

Your blood freezes. Doflamingo. As in Don-fucking-quixote Doflamingo? You look over at Trouble. He's pressed against the wall, and you could see one of his eyes past his glasses from your shared position pressed against the bricks. It's a sharp gaze, and you understand why he wore shades all the time – you think people's under garments would just hurl themselves at him if he showed everyone that gaze.

Flying bras and panties, chaos in the streets. You smile despite the situation and the lead weight growing in the pit of your stomach.

Your brain races at the bits of information you know about him. Ex-model, big shot CEO, 30-some year old Donquixote Doflamingo had launched himself into celebrity status in his twenties and you're pretty sure he was still rising. Pops had said something about the business being legit, but in his words 'those shades are hiding more than his eyes'.

Apparently, you're going to have to start paying attention to the magazines like Nami does, because you did not recognize this bastard on your own. At least not by his appearance, but you certainly knew the man's name.

Holding your breath as the pursuers pass you, watching the lights of their flashlights sliding over the trash and detritus of the back alley, waiting for them to either notice you or not. A minute, two minutes, the sounds were far away and you didn't hear anything else. You point down the smaller alley you were hiding in, and urge Trouble to head that way. The gap was almost too small for his shoulders to fit in, and while you didn't like having him step out first, options were limited.

When he steps out first, you hear a click and freeze as a gun barrel is leveled at him. You can't see the shooter, and the shooter can't see you. Trouble was breathing heavy, trying not to lean against the building so as to maintain his intimidating glare. A glare that was surprisingly effective from behind those shades.

"You got the devil's own luck." The gunman snickers. "But, it had to run out at some point."

You tense your muscles and make your choice. If the gun went off then all your efforts up to now were wasted, and you highly doubt you were going to be left alone anyway. You couldn't shuffle back into the alley - you'd make too much noise. It was either take this guy out without the gun going off, or just resign yourself to an aggravatingly short life.

If you tackle him directly, the shock could cause him to pull the trigger and that would be the end of it all. Your best best was to surprise him mentally, and do something completely unexpected.

You just hope Trouble can survive your decision.

You body check Doflamingo, throwing the other guy off his guard. The look of shock on his face almost makes you laugh, but this is what you wanted. Planting your feet you drove your fist into his gut as hard and as hooked as you could, and thanked your luck he wasn't wearing a bullet proof vest.

Driving the air out of him, he vomits and drops the gun. Grabbing the barrel, you slam the butt of it into the back of his head and drive him into the ground. Keeping an eye, and the gun, levelled at him you took a step back toward Trouble. You were breathing hard, but it was mostly adrenaline pumping through you, not exhaustion.

Okay, maybe some of it was exhaustion. How long had you been awake at this point?

"Trouble?" You question, not taking your eyes off the guy you think you just gave a wicked concussion, and hoping you weren't the straw that broke your patient's literal back.

"I'm up."

"Good." Emptying the bullets from the revolver into your hand you chuck them down the alley before turning to him and wiping the gun with your shirt as you both move down the street. You had curiosity questions, but now wasn't the time. After getting a few blocks closer to Q's you drop the empty gun into the sewers.

A moment after that your adrenaline starts crashing. You nearly burp, feeling nerves roil your stomach, mutter a quiet 'wait', and turn back into the alley you'd just exited to empty what little was left of your dinner into the trash. Trouble doesn't say anything, but you do.

"I've been up and working since 4am," You grouse, feeling as though you'd earned being able to complain a bit. "Then this. It's been a day, Trouble."

Getting up on shaky legs you have him leaning against you again, but when you got to the corner your heart sinks.

Three black SUVs surround you both. One from the left, two from the right. You hadn't even heard the sound of cars and were too exhausted to run by yourself, let alone yank him along with you. You swear, but stay standing.

"It's alright." His voice slips down to you and comforts you. "These are my people."

Most of the people who spilled out of the SUVs were loud. Loud in every imaginable way. Loud in their movements, in their speech, in their dress. It was an assault after working so hard to be quiet all this time. It wasn't too dissimilar from Pops' boys though, and felt like a proper rowdy family. A very relieved, and very happy rowdy family at that.

Everybody shouts his name, and so you guess at this point there wasn't any way you could deny it. Whether you wanted to have helped save someone as notorious as Donquixote Doflamingo was a moot point, the deed was done.

There were bits and pieces about traitors getting away, and a lot of his people looked almost as bad as he did. You took in a few faces and scanned to see who was paying attention to what, but it wasn't your circus anymore.

At the peak of the chaos, you slip away. You are practically a mouse among giants as it was, there were so many big people in that group, and one of the things you were best at was being quiet. You could hear the low rumble of his voice, but you couldn't make out the words. The tone and volume of the people who had rushed to him changed as well.

Melting into the alley ways you'd grown up in, you felt a small pang as you realized they were looking for you, but you had done your part. It was 25 hours after you'd first woke up for the day that you got into your own home and slept.

#Family Ties #donquixote doflamingo #doffy x reader #doffy one piece #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern mafia au #reader insert #doflamingo x reader

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hedonistic-peacock · 2 years ago

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 2: Gob-smacked

Closing your eyes, you lean your head back and internally curse yourself into the abyss.

"It was a clinic bitch." One guy hisses. "I told you it was weird, someone coming out of there this late."

Ah well, crap.

Flying bras and panties, chaos in the streets. You smile despite the situation and the lead weight growing in the pit of your stomach.

"You got the devil's own luck." The gunman snickers. "But, it had to run out at some point."

If you tackle him directly, the shock could cause him to pull the trigger and that would be the end of it all. Your best best was to surprise him mentally, and do something completely unexpected.

You just hope Trouble can survive your decision.

Okay, maybe some of it was exhaustion. How long had you been awake at this point?

"Trouble?" You question, not taking your eyes off the guy you think you just gave a wicked concussion, and hoping you weren't the straw that broke your patient's literal back.

"I'm up."

"I've been up and working since 4am," You grouse, feeling as though you'd earned being able to complain a bit. "Then this. It's been a day, Trouble."

Getting up on shaky legs you have him leaning against you again, but when you got to the corner your heart sinks.

"It's alright." His voice slips down to you and comforts you. "These are my people."

#Family Ties #donquixote doflamingo #doffy x reader #doffy #reader insert #x reader #doflamingo x reader #mondern mafia au

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sharksa-shivers · 10 months ago

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🍕🍔🥩🍣🦪🍤🍺🌮Kidnapped food-posting quotes n shiz PART 1🌯🦑🦐🐟🦀🍗🍪🍫🍰

Why not do a themed one? I see no reason not to fsdhfdjshkjfdshdjfs -------------------------------

Kristy:(annoyed)So what??? You're just gonna ignore our mission???

Max:(nods, smirks)Yep, sure am. New mission is getting some lunch. (Hungry)Godddd, that barbecue place smells so good, i could go for some goodass steaks right now…

Sharky:(hungry too)You think maybe we could snag a few? I could really use some food…I'm starved…

Max:(smirks)Hell yeah i bet we can. We got some cash.

Kristy:(annoyed)You two are seriously just gonna listen to and think with your stomachs??? Like really???

Max:(nods, scheming)Yep.

Sharky:(hungry)Honestly yeah. Can't focus really with mine being empty…

Kristy:(annoyed as fuck)Unbelievable!!! I can't believe you 2 are just gonna-!!! (She's cut off by her own stomach growling hungrily, wrapping her arms around herself)Ughhhhh…

Max:(smirking)Maybe you should be listening to yours, seems like it's trying to tell you something…

Kristy:(annoyed)Ughh!!!! Shut up!!!! We need to focus on-

Sharky:(cutting her off)Getting food. Look, nothings gonna get fuckin done with all of us starving so lets get some grilled goods, chow down then we get back to the mission ok? (Looking dead at Kristy)You're always the one lecturing me about self care so…Yknow, maybe we should all do that huh?

Kristy:(annoyed, glares at both of them)….Fine, goddamnit. BUT WE'RE GETTING RIGHT BACK TO THE MISSION AFTE-

Max:(already got a plan to find the place)Yeah yeah yeah, the stupidass mission. Anyway!!!! LET'S GO!!!! -------------------------------

(Max being Max xd)

Max:(hungry, just rambling outloud)Okay but some nachos would be banging right now…And also maybe like something with whipped cream, i'm thinking like a drink but like…Man, i'd eat an entire cherry pie though with whipped cream on it…Root beer float also sounds really fucking good though…Or maybe-!!!

Kristy:(interrupts, annoyed as she's trying to read something on her phone)Is it like actually physically possible for you to go at least 20 minutes without thinking about food? Like can you actually think about things with your brain instead of your stomach or like?

Max:(amused, smirking)Nah, not really. And if i ever manage that, that'd be the time to panic cuz that ain't me heheh…Got a shapeshifter with ya and i'm probably being held captive somewhere…

Kristy:(groans annoyed)Ughhhhhhh…

Max:(defensive, amused still though)Look, i do not know why i'm always hungry, i just know that i am. Gotta have a well fed Max to do the dumbass Trio shit ya need me to do alright? This kinda quality tech and hacking work comes with a price tag and that price tag involves tacos…(hungry, lighting up)God, tacos though, ughhhh, i just want something with some steak…

Kristy:(annoyed, trying to focus on her phone)Please stopppp, this is already so boring to read and you're just distracting me…

Max:(amused, getting his phone out and looking for a taco place now)Alright alright, fineeeee…I'll go get some chow then. I'm starving, i need some food real bad, legit all i can think about right now… ------------------------------- inb4 this one DO NOT DO THIS ONE...DON'T... Not food related but it involves Max eating something ig so...I'm putting here anyway lol

(We see Max and Kristy sitting down in the underground area, resting a bit…Kristy's reading one of her manga's and Max is fucking around with a glowstick…We see Max tapping on the stick and shaking it around…And then he gets a dumbass idea lmao…We see Max take a claw out and saw the top bit of it off, peeling the lidbit off. He chunks it to the side and that's whenever Kristy looks up and notices.)

Kristy:(concerned, worried)Uhhhhh, what the hell are you doing?

Max:(his gaze goes from the blue glowstick to Kristy, smirking)Gonna do some shots if you catch my drift…

Kristy:(immediately tries to stop him)Max, no!!!! It could be dangerous!!!!!!

Max:(scoffs, tapping the stick, amused)Nah, i googled it, not poison so i'll be fine butttttt am curious sooooooo…-(he gazes at Kristy, smirking and then quickly opens his mouth, pouring the liquid in, he lets it sit in his mouth a sec, showing Kristy, trying to talk)Look Kwis, mah mouths glowin!!!

Kristy:(anxious, apprehensive)…….Yeahhhh, i dunno bout this…

Max:(mouth still full of blue glowing chemical, amused)Quit cwyin, is fine!!! Is cool!!!! Now i wanna see tho…(we see Max decide finally to close his mouth and gulp the liquid down, then quickly opening his mouth, now it not glowing, Max immediately being disappointed)Awwwww, fuck!!! Really not glowing anymore????

Kristy:(kinda surprised)…Ok, i actually did think your mouth would still be glowing…

Max:(annoyed)Yeah, same, what a fuckin disappointment…Ughhhhh…(slouches back before looking down at his body, moving his bag and looking at his body)Wait, is my stomach glowing or…? (Looking, annoyed, head smacks back into the wall)No!!! Goddddddd, how boring!!! I was hoping something would glow, like that'd be really cool!!! Damnit!!!!! Ehhhhhhhhh…

Kristy:(staring)Well, like…It still doesn't hurt right or does it or?

Max:(he thinks a second, shrugs)Not reall-(stops a second)……..Orrrrrr…My stomach does kinda tingle a bit now…So might end up getting a stomachache later…God, this wasn't even worth it, how lame…

Kristy:(kinda laughs a bit)Well, least it didn't really hurt you…

Max:(annoyed, sideglances)No but it is lame as hell, ughhh…(reaches into his bag, pulls out another glowstick)…Maybe if i ate a few more?

Kristy:(quickly)Uhhhh, don't we need these for down here?? You probably shouldn't right now, we need to conserve energy!!!

Max:(huffs, annoyed as he chunks another glowstick up and down in his hand)Yeah, yeah, yeah, god, just…Ughhhh… -------------------------------

(Max and Kristy trying to go find a thing or something lol, idk)

(We see the 2 derpos walking around downtown Shellside City, actively looking for a specific place…Andddd then Max veers that shit offroad p damn quick.)

Kristy:(looking at her phone confused then back up at Max)…..Are you sure this is the right way?

Max:(amused, hands in his hoodie pockets)You remember earlier when you were like "You got to listen to your gut sometimes!" ?

Kristy:(confused)Yeah? Why exactly?

Max:(amused)I am fully embracing that advice and my gut right now is telling me that i need some food asap hehehe…

Kristy:(her face falls as she looks back at the map and sees where they're ACTUALLY heading to, a local bar and grill, looking up at Max, pissy)Are you serious???? You were doing this on purpose weren't you?!?!?

Max:(walking backwards some, looking at Kristy, amused)Hey now!! You gave that advice earlier and i for one like to listen to my friends when they give good advice!! If you have an issue with it, then you're gonna need to take it up with my gut cuz uhhhh that's what i'm listening to right now.

Kristy:(glaring, pissed)I can't believe you dude, ughhhhh, holy shit…

Max:(amused, moving back to walking normally)Welp believe it cuz i did do it haha, and i'll do it again at some point. Now that that's out in the open, goddddd, i can't wait to sink my teeth into some bacon cheeseburgers, ahhhhh, holy shit…

Kristy:(glaring at Max still)Here's some new advice for you since you like my points so much: Maybe try and think with your brain instead maybe next time…

Max:(amused)And ignore my stomach?? Kris Kris, i'm sorry but absolutely not. My stomachs always been on my side and has never led me astray, not even once!! So uhhhhh yeah, i think ima keep doing things my way haha!!

Kristy:(glaring, pissed)…You are seriously so fucking insufferable sometimes Max…

Max:(shrugging, amused)Can't argue that one honestly… -------------------------------

(We see Kristy waking up during a rainy night, anxious and scared after a dream, to which, Max tries to help her with…)

Max:(walking into the bunkroom with a container of cookies, he notices Kristy's up and upset, getting her attention, caring)Ey, you ok?

Kristy:(she looks down from her bunk to see Max, wiping tears out of her eyes)Max? What are you doing up?

Max:(plopping his cookie box onto her bunk, climbing up to her and getting comfortable, amused as he grabs his box again)Woke up to pee and then wanted a midnight snack so…(chomps into a sugar cookie before offering the box over to Kristy)Want one?

Kristy:(calming down some since she's not alone now, takes one, lightly)……You always offer me food and stuff when i'm down…Like I've noticed that…

Max:(shoving a cookie into his mouth, smirks)Well yeah. Foods good for ya. Good for the mind, good for the soul and good for your stomach heh…Kinda can't go wrong with it… ------------- Have i mentioned Max is a cryptid who is a bottomless pit and we have no clue why it's not possible really for him to get full except in the most rare of circumstances? That these abilities of his are goddamn supernatural in nature and we have 0 clue wtf is wrong with him? Well i'm mentioning it again lol. That doge will fistfight you over a bag of doritos, do not test him. Next one will have more Sharksty shit and will be more Sharky/Kristy related in general. I'm scaredt ima run out of room sooooo you getting a part 2 lol, hold up. Will link whenever done: https://www.tumblr.com/sharksa-shivers/748263506686722048/kidnapped-food-posting-quotes-n-shiz-part

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #sharky #max #kristy

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 years ago

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pretty off-topic from what i normally post, but i thought this up last night while i was playing shining nikki and watching smiling friends with my dad ( he legit had no idea wtf was going on but he still stuck around with me so thamks dad♡),,, but anyway, i was skimming through some of the designers' reflections in sn and i had a big brain moment,,,

smol blurbs below!

mercury's ears are pretty sensitive since he's hidden them all his life and he's never let anyone see them, much less even touch them. so when you decide to come up behind him while he's at his desk and give his ear a little kiss, he's caught completely off guard and he uncharacteristically jolts, and a grunt manages to escape his tightly sealed lips.

you're not stupid, once you figure out that it's mercury's weak spot, you waste no time in latching your warm lips onto the shell of his pointed ear, dragging your lips back and forth ever so slightly. he's clenching his knuckles so tightly they're becoming as white as a sheet, and he's clenching his jaw tightly shut, making it clear that he won't give in to your ministrations no matter what you do. when you feel satisfied, you pop your lips off, but not before blowing a puff of hot breath onto his ear, and quickly retreating before mercury has the chance to grab you. don't think he'll let this go, he'll get back at you one way or another ( with kisses, hugs, and his deep voice, duh )

qin yi hardly ever needs help applying his ever-changing makeup or slipping into his iconic designs, but for some reason he likes calling you over and asking for you to help him, coming up with all sorts of elusive reasons as to why he can't do it himself. he keeps his iconic smile when the sliver of your touch just barely grazes his smooth skin.

when you've finished applying the succulent blood-red lipstick and pull away to place the small circular container down, qin yi grabs your wrist firmly and presses his lips flat against the smooth skin. you, of course, jolt then begin to scold him since you put so much effort into applying the red pigment, but of course, he's not even listening. qin yi's too busy pressing kisses to your skin while slyly watching underneath his fluttering, butterfly lashes.

loen is canonly a lightweight when drinking, but he seemingly does well enough to appear sober even when drunk. so when he spots you at a bar that he quite often frequents, he waltzes right in and cheerily greets you. what he does expect, is seeing you participate in a drinking game with a few acquaintances, although your expressions are anything but content.

each time you bring the bubble-fizzed glass to your glass, loen can see that you try and take small sips, but your companions encourage you to take deeper swigs of the burning liquid. so when it comes around to him, he takes his drink like nothing, even if the tips of his pale ears are reddening, but when it's your turn, he snatches your glass from your hand and chugs it down in one go. you know him well enough to know that the alcohol is going to hit him hard, so you use that as an excuse to grab him and quickly leave. loen doesn't stop clinging to you though and even asking if you're proud of him for taking the fall. ( pls, he needs praise )

aeon is curious about the world of miraland, seeing as the one time he was able to grace its lands, he caused a rather unsavory and large tsunami. so it's safe to say that his perception of miraland is very limited and he has no clue how everyday life occurs there. so when you arrive in the ark, he tries to limit his questions, but you notice how he seems to just vaguely light up anytime you mention anything so mundane to you, but exciting to him.

he's glued onto every single one of your words, patiently waiting while you try and think up another interesting place that you've wandered off to. while he seems stoic and lacking in any visible excitement, you know aeon well enoughーthe slight raising of his voice, the way his body perks up with each description, and how his eyes sparkle and waver with a hunger for more of your words. if that weren't enough, marina will mischievously whisper how her older brother is always mumbling your name under his breath while he absent mindedly writes out your name in his clipboard!

modric somehow encourages you to stay up late with him, giving you his simple smile as he offers to play you one of his signature compositions as thanks. everytime he catches your eyelids drooping and your head dipping, he starts tracing his fingers across your face until the ticklish sensations rouse you from your little nap.

when it's obvious that you and him have reached your limit, you end up falling asleep against his shoulder, squishing your cheek in the process. and modric lets you, now much too tired to even really care. when you wake up on his couch and having overslept well into the morning, you're pissed because modric kept you awake well past your limit, and you're still exhausted. he just gives you a sleepy grin and offers to take you out to one of his favorite placesーa date if you willーand you're surprised that he can even talk, given how sleepy he sounds.

nikki always excitedly looks forward to when you'll come over and watch the numerous drama's she's found herself invested in. hell, she's gotten you hooked on the differing plotsーnot that you blame her, some of the characters and plotlines have you completely hooked.

she has the strangest foods ever like coke noodles and milk chicken wings ready and prepared for you, her and momoーlike hell he's gonna miss out on a feast like this!ーand you're impressed with how much effort nikki's put into this. when you comment on it, momo suddenly starts to say something about nikki being so excited about you coming over, but she quickly shoves a slab of barbeque in his mouth before he can finish his sentence and starts your marathon. throughout it though, you can feel her fingertips just barely grazing yours, inching ever so closely.

yexiao always invites you to come and paint with her; you don't even have to be artistically gifted to do so, she just tells you she'd like some company and chit chat. you agree and she guides you along to a hidden paint shop that she seemingly frequents, seeing as how the owners cheerily greet her and ask her if she's come for the usual.

it's so nice and calm, a contrast to what you're used to where you reside, and you can actually feel yourself think for once. yexiao lets you observe her yard, watching with unblinking and calm golden eyes. when your bring the pigment-stained brush to the blank canvas, she offers some adviseーmix the orange and blue a bit more to make a deeper brown, add some highlights to the green leavesーwhenever you appear to be struggling. yexiao's been painting for quite some time, and even you wonder what she's been up to. you, she painted you.

zoey is incredibly skilled with guns, that much is very clear and evident, even people who haven't met her know that she could gun them down and not even bat an eye. you, not so much. it's not that you're afraid of putting a bullet through someone's head, no, you just can't even fucking hold it properly without your stance looking like some amateurish wannabe gun slinger. good thing zoey offered to help.

she presses her body right up against yours, slender fingers perfectly gripping your shoulders and arms as she angles you into the right position and her smooth voice right up against your ear. when you hit the practice target with a bullseye, you're ecstatic because you finally did it and happily thank zoey for being a great help, and she gives you her signature smile and claps a bit. " if you're that grateful, why not join me at the bar tonight, hm?" ahー

#lati speaks #shining nikki x reader #shining nikki mercury x reader #qin yi x reader #loen x reader #aeon x reader #shining nikki modric x reader #shining nikki nikki x reader #yexiao x reader #shining nikki zoey x reader

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dearestones · 3 years ago

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Cloudy with a Chance of Paranoia (Tim Wright and Sarah Reid Interaction)

Warnings: Paranoia, mentions of verbal abuse, self-harm (not graphic).

Anonymous Request: Can you do more Tim? I legit don’t care of what or how, I just love how you write for him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sarah said, a furrow in her brow. She toyed with one of the more bedraggled and scribbled over pages of her script before laying her head on the picnic table. “You’re a natural and you should look into volunteering for more projects once we’re done with Marble Hornets.”

“If we ever get done.” Tim flicked upon his lighter, the bright flame dulling in comparison to the mid afternoon sun. “How much of the script have we covered?”

Sarah shrugged as she straightened in seat. Overhead, there was a series of clouds congregating into a larger, more ominous mass. If Alex and Seth weren’t going to come on time, their entire shoot was going to go to waste. When rain came, it didn’t stop coming.

“Let’s not talk about that.” She dismissed his question with a careful wave of her hand, as if she were a regal queen giving him his due. “I’ve talked to McCay and he has this really weird art house idea.”

“Weirder than the weed scene?”

“He pays a lot more too.”

Tim smirked, his memory of last week’s shoot still fresh and raw in his mind. “You think if we unionize, Alex will give us a break and more money?”

“Pssshhhht! He would pay us more if he wasn’t so hung up on his tapes. I swear, it’s like he wants his entire life filmed.”

With the lighter still clicked on, Tim lit up a cigarette. The pale wisps of smoke danced gently in the wind before dissipating to be one with the air.

“Do you know what’s up with that?”

Sarah blinked.

“With what? The whole tape thing?” She blew a raspberry out the side of her mouth, the light in her eyes growing contemplative. “If I were you, I’d ask Seth or Jay. They’re like… the film guys, right? I’m just paid to look pretty and act out some lines.”

“Which you do an amazing job of.”

“Oh, shut up!” She smacked his arm with a rolled up copy of the script. They shared a laugh before sobering again.

“He seems obsessive.”

“Like the tapes didn’t tip you off?”

“No, I mean yeah! Yeah, the tapes are more than enough evidence, but like…” Tim made a face as he tried to come up with a flattering way of describing Alex’s condition. When he came up with nothing, he simply said, “Haven’t you noticed that he’s so moody? No offense, but I didn’t know that guys went through shark week.”

Another slap to the shoulder.

“Okay, I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did.” Voice smug, Sarah neatly pressed her script flat against the table, rendering it readable and not as offensive as it would have looked in front of Alex’s eyes. “You’re right, though. It looked like Seth was going to have a breakdown when I had to perform a monologue a few days ago.”

Tim grimaced, sympathy rising in his gut. Seth, of all people, didn’t deserve the full brunt of Alex’s ire.

“You don’t think there are problems at home, do you? Or school?”

Sarah chewed the inside of her mouth, but shook her head in the end. “He’s not that secretive about his personal life. If he had any problems with Mama or Papa Kralie, we’d be hearing about it all week. Ditto for Amy. It has to be something else.”

This time, Tim remained silent. He cast a glance at the tree line and paused. The forecast for that day said that there was going to be a slight chance of rain, but at most, it would have been a drizzle. With the way the wind began to pick up and the sun’s radiance dimming, it almost seemed like Mother Nature was gearing up for a thunderstorm. Nothing unusual, but it was a weird occurrence that grabbed at something in Tim’s brain.

What was concerning, however, was that there was a patch of trees that appeared darker than the rest of the woods. In fact, as he continued to observe, he thought that he could see something long and spindly… Something tall and dark that stood rigidly amongst the swaying trees.

Something that also looked pale and vaguely humanoid.

Tim flicked his lighter open again and allowed one of his fingers to caress the fledgling flame. The pain was instantaneous. Hissing, Tim dropped the lighter onto the rough wooden grain of the picnic table. The sensation of red, hot lightning lanced up and down his finger.

“Jesus! Tim! What the hell—” Sarah practically leaped over the table to get to Tim’s side. As she took his hand within both of hers, concern and exasperation clear in her dark eyes and movements, Tim glanced back at the trees.

The apparition from before had disappeared and with it, Tim’s anxiety.

“I’m a klutz, what can I say?” He leaned his head against his palm, all good humor and barely concealed smiles as he watched Sarah mother him. “It’s just a small burn; I’ll live.”

“Not after I tan your hide for being so stupid!” Sarah muttered. After she appraised the wound, she swiftly took him by the arm and dragged him to the parking lot. Amused, and slightly intimidated, Tim made no comment until she approached his car and held out her hand.

“What are you—”

“Keys. Now.”

“But—”

“Wright, if you don’t give me your goddamn keys, I’m gonna shove your lighter up where the sun don’t shine.”

Well. Tim quite liked having his lighter literally anywhere else than up his body cavities, so he happily obliged.

“Can I at least ask what you’re doing?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, but gently escorted him into the passenger seat. An unnecessary measure considering Tim had burned his finger and wasn’t an invalid by any means. “You may.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m dragging you back to my house so that we can get that looked at.” Sarah turned the key in the ignition and began to back out of the parking lot. Above, the clouds rumbled and the faint pattering on the glass signaled the start of heavy rain. “And before you say anything, I’m going to kick Alex’s and Seth’s ass for ditching us.”

Tim chuckled. “If you had wanted to go home that bad, we could have left earlier, you know.”

“And miss out on your stupidity?” Sarah flicked on the radio, the sound of a whiny pop song playing in the background. “Not a chance.”

“As opposed to Alex’s stupidity?”

A scandalous little half laugh fell from Sarah’s mouth. She sent Tim a halfhearted side glare before focusing on the road. “Don’t let Mr. High-and-Mighty hear you say that. He’ll film himself murdering you and call it B roll.”

As the two friends shared a laugh and more digs at their student director, Tim cradled his finger to his chest. Although he kept his gaze focused on the road ahead, he couldn’t help but feel like there was a presence lurking at the window next to him.

Wanting nothing more for a distraction, Tim focused on his burn and the sounds of rain pelting the windows.

He didn’t notice Sarah sending him a concerned look that held far more fear than was necessary for a burn wound.

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touyasdoll · 3 years ago

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Y’all got Keigo on my brain for today so here ya go!

- Invisible Ribbitch

⋆!⋆NSFW⋆!⋆

“Keigo,” you spoke firmly, or attempting to be firm. This man made it so hard and he knew it.

“Babe,” your husband responded, tone mocking with a playful look in his eyes. He knew he made it hard for you to be angry, to stay angry and he loved that fact about your relationship; it let him see your smiles more, hear more of your laughter.

You scowled, cheeks puffing up as you turned away in annoyance, arms folded.

Keigo chuckled, sending a tiny feather to tickle at your nose, drawing a surprised, tiny sneeze from you. For being another bird, you definitely made many cat-like sounds. Kittenish sneezes, literally hissing the last time he tried to take a cinnamon roll out of your hand for a bite, mewling out his name as his hands roamed your body & positively yowling as he made you cum on his cock after having teased you from the very beginning.

Slipping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, tilting just so to kiss your neck. “Now that was cute.”

“I-,” you began turning to glare at him. He felt like he was being threatened by a kitten, even. “-am still very mad at you.”

“Baaaaaabe~,”he whined, nuzzling further into your neck and making you squeak. “You have to admit it’s a legit question!”

“It is not! I don’t even have a cloaca! This kid isn’t coming out in an egg and I will not be brooding over the non-existent egg!”

He snickered, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck, moving down to your shoulder & nipping at it.

“Dunno about that. Maybe I should check, just to be sure~”

“Kei-KeiGO!,” you squealed as his hand slipped quickly into your pants, your panties & fingers dipped to your pussy. They started to prod at you as he made considering noises, other hand moving up your shirt, to your breast, kneeding it. You moaned aloud, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but he was just too skilled with his fingers for you to have any other response.

“Hmm. Lips, labia… check. Clit…,” he pressed against the small nub between your legs, then began to rub in firm circles. You moaned louder and he grinned against your shoulder. “….check!”

He kept up the movement, around your clit, across it, feeling smug as you grew wetter & wetter. Your legs trembled and he moved his hand from your breast to back around your waist, holding you close. You mewled at the loss of a massage, but it quickly turned into a sharp gasp. Your breath came out as panting, soft to louder & louder as your husband upped his game. He was determined to make you cum before going lower & then making you cum again, and again, and again.

“Kei-Kei no,” you whined, you squirmed, not wanting to cum while clothed, not when his dick wasn’t buried in you at the same time, at least.

His movements slowed slightly. “Oh?”

“Inside, Kei,” you pleaded breathlessly, squirming at the change in pace but determined yourself to not cum unless it was on his cock. He could play with your clit all he wanted, you would readily agree to that, but he was also going to be filling you up.

“I dunno~,” your absolute jerk of a husband drew out the word. He was then pressing harder on your clit, lips close to your ear as he whispered his words with that stupid sensual flare he did so well. “I’m pretty comfortable just like this for now.”

Yet, you would not be deterred. Biting back a moan; you squeezed your legs together tightly around his hand & ground out a counter proposal through clenched teeth,”Let me cum with your cock,” at this you reached back, grabbing him from where he was pressed against your ass “,buried completely inside me or this will be the last kid you’re going to make in the same way, I swear to God, Keigo.”

At the extremely unusual growl in your voice, but also implied threat, he suddenly moved. In an explosion of feathers that pulled & tugged with rapid urgency, you were soon without your clothes & posed with your core hovering just above your husband, his hands on your waist to steady you & help whenever you were ready to sink down.

“Yes ma’am!” He grinned up at you cheekily, thumb rubbing soothing circles at where your legs met your hip. So, maybe he went a little too far in his teasing! He could fix that.

You let out a little huff of breath, the last bit of annoyance you held disappearing with it. Giving Keigo a thankful smile, you wiggled slightly to get to the perfect angle & groaned lewdly as you sunk down, only to rise up & again until he was fully sheathed.

“Fuckin’— damnit, babe!”, Keigo let out a groan of his own, head hitting the back of the mattress hard as he felt you all around him, as deep as could be. Why was he trying to wait on this again? When he could have your entire pussy surrounding his dick with your slick, velvety warmth holding him tight.

You wiggled a bit having mostly adjusted, taking your turn to tease him in your most innocent tone of voice,“Something the matter?”

He lifted his head & narrowed his eyes. “Give you an inch and you go brat on me,” he grumbled to your amusement.

“Pot, kettle, black.”

“Pot, ke— okay, if you wanna play it that way,”

You shivered at the change in tone. It was the only warning you had before he suddenly thrust up making you squeal. He didn’t go too hard, always worried about causing harm to you or the baby, but you would definitely be feeling this tomorrow.

His hands gripped your waist, keeping you from moving, from sinking down again as he fucked his way up into you, drawing sounds of mewls and heavy breathing from you as you acted like his personal toy.

“Remember, Baby, this is what you wanted.”

“Y-you mean y-you? I couldn’t for-forget you ever, Kei!”

He smacked your ass, just enough to sting, drawing a moan out of you. You both knew that wasn’t what he had meant, but you also both knew it wasn’t a lie either.

“You’re gonna get molded into the shape of me, nothing else will ever fit you well enough ever again!”

“Don’t want anything else!” you whined, feeling slightly offended at that. “Ju-just want you, Kei, just w-want you! Alwa-ways want you!”

“And you’re gonna always get me!” he promised, keeping it to himself that you wouldn’t always get him right when you wanted, but at many times when he decided.

“K-Kei! Cl-close!”

“Not yet.”

“Kei! Cl-close!”, you insisted in a near yowl, trying to wait until he said but whimpering as it became oh-so hard. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you clenched them shut in your efforts.

A smack across your ass came again, making you open your eyes wide in surprise, a frantic look in them as you met his calmer ones. “Keep ‘em on me. You can do that, Pretty Bird.”, his words had you nodding quickly. You could do that, you could keep your eyes open, you could keep your eyes on him.

It was only a few more thrusts before he gave the Now! that had you both cuming at the same time. You were breathing hard as you used every bit of strength you had to keep yourself from flopping forward onto his chest.

Your voice was quiet, as you got his attention, patting at his chest quick. “Wings,” and Keigo immediately had his feathers to the left come to cradle you & help you slip to the side against him, reforming beneath you & folding around you.

That was how you both found yourself staying for several long moments. Long enough for you to begin to drift off before he pecked your nose in a light kiss, succeeding in getting your attention.

“Mmr?”

“No cloaca…check!”

You drew back, glancing up to give him a look. Then you lightly smacked him on the chest to the sounds of his chuckles as he held you tighter. He waited until you were drifting off again before speaking in a quiet, sing-song manner;

“There’s still a chance of an egg, though.”

— END.

I'd slap his bird brain outta his skull if he insisted that I had a cloaca 😂

But the way that you've got me so thirsty for bird boy over this 😩😩 he's so cheeky & cute & sexy and it's just not fairrrr. Thank you for the meal, IR 💕

#hawks thirst #just thirsting 🥂#hawks smut #invisible ribbitch

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Made For More

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Request from my love @garbinge: Hiii ❤️ I have a request for Nestor with these two prompts...🥺 soft Nestor is legit my fav and I’m nervous we won’t get that in season 3 so I have to get my fix LOL. “Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.” and... “Are you afraid to die?”

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death/dying, angst, everyone getting in their soft & sad feelings

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I wrote this a couple days ago but today has been a day so I’m using soft & angsty Nestor to cope. Quick little one-shot for the man with the beautiful braids. Did I get really in my feelings within minutes of receiving this request? Perhaps. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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Nestor shut the door behind him and locked it, letting out a sigh as he let himself enjoy the fact that he had survived another extremely long day. He strode into the living room, shrugging off his holsters as he did. He tossed them over to the back of his chair before sitting down on the couch to take his shoes off.

Just as he bent to untie his shoe, he felt his phone go off in his pocket. He sighed and shook his head as he shifted to take it out. He glanced down at the screen, his annoyance fading away slightly when he saw it was your name lighting up the screen, not Miguel’s.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Nestor,” your voice was loud, and a little too cheerful for the hour that it was, “Are you busy?”

He chuckled, “Depends what you’re about to ask me to do.”

“Can you pick me up from the bar? I’m too drunk to drive,” you laughed.

He sighed, pausing for a moment despite the fact that he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Have I ever told you that I love you?”

He laughed, “Every damn day. Stay safe till I get there, alright?”

“You’re perfect. Love you.”

“Love you too,” he shook his head with a smile as he hung up the phone.

With a deep sigh, he got back up off the couch and grabbed his keys. He glanced at his holster for a moment before shaking his head at himself and leaving without it. You were never in that much trouble.

He rolled up outside the bar and parked across the street. He looked around and when he didn’t see you waiting outside, he took a deep breath in preparation for going inside. He wanted to just call you to tell you that he was there, but that felt wrong.

When he stepped inside the bar, his eyes instantly began searching for you. He heard you before he saw you. He heard your laugh and located you at the far end of the bar. You were leaned onto the countertop, a cup of water dangling loosely from your fingertips as you joked with the bartender.

Nestor walked up behind you, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him and smiled, resting your hand on top of his.

“You came!”

“I did,” he gave your shoulder a light squeeze, “You ready to go?”

You hopped off your chair and tossed some cash onto the surface of the bar, more than enough to cover your drinks and a tip. The bartender flashed you a smile, and a thankful look to Nestor as the two of you walked away.

The ride passed quietly—the only noise came from the music on the radio. Nestor’s eyes stayed on the road, and yours stayed on him. You considered him to be one of your best friends, a person in your life that you didn’t have to hide anything from. And in another universe, the two of you might’ve ended up together—you thought you might be good for each other.

He parked in front of your apartment building and looked over at you. A smile spread across your face as he undid his seatbelt. He walked around to your side of the car and opened the door for you. You took the helping hand that he offered you with a smile.

He waited patiently with you outside your apartment door as you dug around for your keys. You unlocked the door and pushed it open with a smile, motioning for him to walk inside. You saw the hesitancy on his face and flashed him your best puppy-dog eyes. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, he followed you inside.

“I can’t stay long, Y/N.”

“Why not?”

He chuckled, “I have, you know, life to go to tomorrow.”

“You can’t call in?”

There was the smallest of smiles pulling at his lips as he shook his head, “Doesn’t work like that.”

“Well it should,” you plopped down on the couch and motioned for him to come and join you.

He sat down next to you and you instantly curled into his side. His arm draped around your shoulders, thumb lightly tracing back and forth over the outside of your arm.

You handed him the TV remote, and despite the fact that he insisted that he couldn’t stay long, he started scrolling through movies to watch.

“You can stay, you know,” you told him as you watched the movies, twirling the end of one of his braids.

“I know.”

“I miss you.”

He paused, “Yea?”

You nodded, “I know you’ve got all of your…whatever going on with Galindo. And I know that’s, like, your thing now. But I miss you.”

He reached his other arm so that his hand rested on your leg, “I miss you too.”

“Have you been okay?”

The question caught him off-guard, “Um. Yea. I’ve…I’ve been okay. Why?”

You shrugged, “Just wondering,” you traced over the cuts on his knuckles, “You’re looking a little beat up.”

“Just part of the job. I’m used to it—nothing new.”

You had never liked seeing Nestor injured. He was a grown man who could take care of himself, but you still worried. You never could quite understand how he was so okay with the constant danger. His loyalty to Galindo was always something that you could never quite wrap your head around.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

He could see you starting to slip into your feelings. You’d always been an emotional drunk, a fact that had slipped his mind when he started letting the conversation head in this direction. He gave you a reassuring squeeze, trying to figure out how to tread carefully and not upset you.

“You worry too much, Y/N,” he drummed his fingers on your leg, “I’m still here. Everything’s alright. I can handle a couple scrapes—it’s nothing lethal.”

“What happens when it is?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it,” he lightly kissed the top of your head, “But that’s not something you need to be worrying about.”

“Do you worry about it?” your eyes were glued to his braid as you traced your finger over the intricacies of it.

“Hm?”

“Are you afraid to die?”

He wasn’t ready for the existential conversation. He hadn’t prepped ahead of time. The weight of the concern in your voice made his chest ache, though. He didn’t respond right away, wanting to give you an honest answer—he owed you at least that much. You’d never tried to hide the fact that you worried and cared for him, and while he didn’t always have the right things in his emotional toolbox to reciprocate the way that you deserved, he carried your words with him everywhere that he went.

“Sometimes,” he finally answered with a slight nod.

You looked up at him, “Sometimes?”

He offered up a small smile when he saw the confusion in your eyes. Seeing that hurt less than the sadness that had been in them a few moments before. He lightly squeezed your leg, “Yea, sometimes. When I show up ready for whatever it is that we have to do…I’m not afraid of it. It’s just a possible reality—no point in worrying about what you can’t control.”

“But?” you could feel your heart crumpling inside your chest as he spoke, and you were practically begging for him to show you any sign of having self-preserving urges.

He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, “But on nights like this? When I get a call from my favorite bug after the longest day in the universe because someone doesn’t know when to close out their tab? I’m…fucking terrified,” his finger traced over your knuckles.

You let his words hang in the air for a few moments as you took it all in. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting him to say, but that wasn’t it. Each syllable wound its way into your brain and you felt tears sting at the edges of your eyes.

“Hey,” his voice snapped you out of your own thoughts, “I’m glad that I have you. I know I’m not good at showing it, but I am. It’s…nice. It’s good to have a reminder.”

“A reminder of what?”

“That I’m made for more than just catching bullets.”

You rested your head back against his chest as you tried to focus on the sensation of his hands on you. His touch was protective, but still gentle. You knew there was so much about his life that you didn’t get to know about, and you were glad it was that way because you didn’t think that you could handle it. But there was a softness to the Nestor that you knew, even if he wasn’t always good at tapping into that side of himself. He tried, for you.

“You can’t die on me, Nes,” you finally spoke up.

His arms wrapped tighter around you, “I know.”

“Promise me you won’t?”

He kissed your forehead, “It’s getting late, Y/N. You should be getting to bed.”

You reached up and lightly brushed your fingers along his cheek, “Stay with me?”

He nodded, “I can do that.”

He stood up, helping you up from the couch as well. He shut the television off and you followed him to your room, fingers lightly intertwined as though you might lose him in the short walk from your living room to your bedroom.

All you could hear as you laid with him was the steady thumping of his heartbeat. His arms were draped loosely around your waist as you curled into his chest, sliding your legs between his. He placed a quick, soft kiss in the middle of your forehead before letting out a quiet sigh. Within a few minutes you could hear him snoring, and despite the fact that your body was begging for sleep, you stayed awake. You knew that in a lot of ways, your time with Nestor was borrowed. There were a million things that could and probably would go wrong. But as the sound of his breathing cut through the silence of your apartment, none of that seemed to matter. You bought yourself one more quiet night of being close to him and that was enough.

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fvrxdrm · 4 years ago

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Last Night (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

Pairing: Infinite Darkness!Leon x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Implied sex

This is about a dream I had a few nights ago. I added a few things at the end bc the ending in my dream didn’t make sense but I’ll explain it later at the end notes.

*****

“Ugh! She’s a fucking headache!”

The coolness of the air conditioning in the briefing room dried up the remaining sweat on your back and forehead and your hands went disgustingly sticky with the clamminess clinging into your palm. Fatigued and dozy you were, you were sure you were going to pass out right there in your seat.

You, along with your partner, Leon, were tasked to save Ashley Graham again, this time in a more urban part of Italy. When the president told you about her getting kidnapped again, you legit rolled your eyes and Leon nudged your side when he saw the subtle gesture you displayed. Had Leon had the audacity to disrespect people who had higher power than him in his line of work, he would’ve flipped the president off and took the both of you to a nearby bar. He wasn’t like that though, much to your dismay. He still had that “mama’s boy” attitude in him even when he left some of it during his “rookie day” or night or something.

You were close to rioting that time. They were going to send you to that fucking mission again with only the two of you and hand you both shitty-ass pistols with ten fucking bullets. Who the fuck does that? Wouldn’t you send the whole team if you, the president of the United fucking States, had a daughter that’s been kidnapped? Also, why the fuck didn’t they enhance the fucking security level? Hello? Parenting 101?

Leon crashed onto the couch beside you, making you bounce a bit, before shaking his hair from the grease and dampness his locks held. “Agreed. I might’ve lost my ears right there…again,” he grunted as he stretched his arms above his head and managed to pop a few joints in the process. “Wanna grab a few drinks after this?”

With your head leaned against the back of the couch, you turned to look at your friend with jaded eyes and a lazy smile. You nodded in response and slapped a hand on his thigh. “Sure.”

*****

You may or may not have had one too many drinks and danced around like a fucking worm on crack. Leon had one of his arms wrapped around your waist and a glass of whiskey in his free hand as he ground against your skirt-clad ass while you responded back with the same enthusiasm as him. Both of you were drunk, that’s for sure. Not only with pure intoxication, but also with a sinful desire; something you two unknowingly shared on nights where fingers worked their magic to bring you both to a blissful high. You knew they weren’t enough to satisfy your wants, but they were enough to calm your racing thoughts temporarily instead of committing to a one-time thing and bringing awkwardness in the atmosphere, at least you thought it would’ve been a one-time thing.

Leon whispered naughty things into your ear, things he wouldn’t have said had he been conscious enough to stop himself from making a move, and boldly dipped a finger in your skirt and rubbed your pussy through your underwear. He was going to make love to you, he said, and he would make sure that you would be his. You bit your lip as you moaned at his words. He was hot and you would gladly let him fuck you anytime, anywhere. And so, you agreed.

*****

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The provoking sound of your phone pulled you away from your dream. Your fantasy was so close to getting to the good part. Leon was about to fucking kiss you and then somebody decided to fucking wake you up! You sighed. If somebody woke you up this early then you guessed it was really important. So, despite being piqued and groggy from the sudden sound, you picked your phone up from the night stand beside your bed, not even thinking about how different your room looked, and checked the time before answering the call. “Hello?” You spoke, your voice raspy and your throat feeling like a thousand knives were stabbed into it. You also took note of how your head felt like you were banging it against the wall with so much speed and vigor and attempted to ease it down with a simple massage but to no avail.

“Morning, Y/N!”, the voice from the other line boomed, causing your agonizing condition to aggravate even more.

Ashley

You groaned at the contrasting enthusiasm the girl had and you had to slam the phone on the mattress to ground yourself and keep you from dying. “Can you keep your voice down? I have a headache right now and it would be much appreciated if you could calm down,” you said after bringing your device back to your ear.

“Oh, sorry. I was just going to ask if you could meet me in the church later? I wanted to talk to you about something while we get everything set for my wedding tomorrow. I tried calling Leon, but he wouldn’t answer. Can you do me a favor of telling him about it too?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll call him.”

“Thanks, Y/N! I’ll see you later,” she said. The call ended with a series of beeps and you slammed your phone on the bed again with your eyes shut tight in irritation.

I cannot deal with that girl again. Especially now that I’m hungover… But who am I to deny the president’s fucking daughter…?

You sighed.

Welp, time to call Leon.

You raised your phone up parallel to your face and was about to press Leon’s saved contact name when you suddenly felt an arm wrap around your torso. Your heart pounded. With eyes opened wide and brain waking up from its slumber in an instant, you slowly turned your head towards your left and almost screamed at what you saw…or rather who you saw.

Leon.

His chest was exposed to the warmth of the morning air, hair strands clamped together by oil and sweat that was starting to form on his skin. He was still deep in his slumber and you noticed how the round bulge tucked in his eyelids moved around as if he was exploring something in his dream.

Never had you and Leon shared a bed together. Those times where he would come over to your place for a drink? He would always insist that he could just crash into your couch in order to avoid invading your privacy.

You panicked at the situation you were in. You grabbed the hem of your blanket and yanked it up to check if anything did happen, and surprise, surprise; something did. You were both naked and you felt something drying up down there. You also started taking notice of how your vagina felt sore from probably getting pounded and fucked silly last night-

Oh, right! Last night.

You vaguely remembered how Leon touched your body while you two were getting drunk. You two were getting a bit too flirty and began groping each other here and there, getting more and more suggestive as minutes passed, pie-eyed and unconscious with how you were treating each other as more than friends.

Every corner and every wall your eyes passed was becoming a void of something dark, something you became anxious of. What happened would forever change your friendship and your relationship with him for sure. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he was going to stay by your side starting from when he wakes up in a few minutes. And as much as you wanted to go back and prevent that from happening, you couldn’t, and you had to face the music whether you liked or not.

*****

Sure enough, when you woke Leon up, everything was awkward. No words were exchange from when you prepared for the day, breakfast, and until Leon drove you both to the location Ashley had told you to go to. The silence rose hysteria in both of your minds. You were going fucking crazy. You were fidgety when you sat beside Leon in the passenger seat and the man would bounce his leg up and down when you hit a red light. You both were trying to avoid taking a glance at each other, but those inevitable moments that you did, you would forcefully smile at each other and then gaze back out the window again. That was the cycle you lived on for a few hours and you decided to let it stay like that until one of you broke the atmosphere.

You waited inside the church as you were told. It was only the two of you inside but you acted like a handful of people were sitting beside you with the amount of space that was left unfilled between you. You were biting your lip and focusing on the pillars and stones that made up the building until you couldn’t process anything that was happening anymore and stood up, studying the interior as you roamed. “Hey,” you heard somebody whisper behind you. You looked down to your wrist when you felt something warm and saw a fairly large hand loosely gripping onto it before looking up to see Leon’s eyes gazing into yours. You nearly got lost in them but thankfully, he spoke before you got stuck into your own stupor. “I just wanna say… I’m sorry. I-it’s not gonna change everything that happened but I don’t want to break what we have. I value you and our friendship too much for me to let it go. I don’t think we can forget about last night but if it makes you feel better…I-I-“

“Can we talk about this outside? I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to talk about it here,” you chuckled. Leon nodded in agreement before leading you out to where a garden caught your attention. “Listen Leon, I know we can’t just pretend nothing happened but… I don’t wanna let go of this either. I value this as much as you do and it would be crazy stupid for me just to just hate you for something we weren’t even conscious about or something,” you said. You both laughed in relief as the weight on your shoulders dissipated into thin air before you placed a gentle palm on his cheek. Again, no words were shared but this time, no anxiety was present. Instead, you felt like this was an intimate moment only the two of you shared. Something was being written in the stars and you saw every word the gods wrote in the eyes of the person in front of you both.

As cheesy as it sounded, you two felt like magnets were pulling you towards each other, physically and mentally, and in a matter of seconds, you found your lips being pressed against Leon’s.

It was like you were recreating what happened last night without even knowing the details, except this was slower, more sensual, and certainly more emotional, and you couldn’t help the tears that flowed freely against your cheeks.

“Come on, let’s ditch Ashley. Maybe we could relive what happened last night?”

*****

Okay, so in my dream, Ashley’s not getting married and she didn’t call me. Instead, what happened was after the bar scene, Leon and I got teleported in front of the altar and just fucking talked. And then we walked outside and what happened in the end of this fic happened in my dream. Lol.

I rushed this bc I’m tired.

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #leon kennedy x you #leon+kennedy+fanfic #leon+kennedy+imagine #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfic

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theyarebothgunshot · 4 years ago

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I’d be very interested in your thoughts on the JIB8 cockles panel. just a suggestion for your rewatch 👀

i’ve seen the jib8 panel so many times, because it’s honestly one of the wildest things i have ever seen and i just never get tired of it.

first of all i want to give you my take on the overall vibe, and then second of all i will get into the details and link to certain timestamps in the video.

disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.

fun fact: i was today years old when i found out that the airbnb story took place one day before this panel. what a sexually charged weekend that was for them dude (gn).

the vibe that i get from this panel is that their moods were off before they got on stage, and where misha kind of looks tired and not 100% enthusiastic about things, jensen apparently decided to get drunk and is trying to make it look like he is thriving. yet, a little while into the panel we learn that it has been an emotional rollercoaster of a day for him, which might have something to do with the overall mood. then again, it could be that something else happened in between the autographs and that panel, who is to say?

i have talked about the d/s subtones in their interactions before and this panel makes my radar ping like nobody’s business. if my interpretation of their dynamics is right, then one could assume that jensen was being very bratty on purpose, trying to stir up a reaction in misha, and i think he probably got what he wanted (more or less. maybe he thought misha would find it more amusing than he did, or but honestly, at that point they have already known each other for nearly 10 years so odds are he knew what he was doing and how misha would react to it. it would surprise me greatly if these two didn’t work out their mutual frustrations with the day and each other after this panel ended- in the bedroom.)

i genuinely think i have never seen jensen flirt more openly and aggressively with misha, ever, and i have never seen misha in the state he was in during this panel either: tired, a little annoyed about the fact that jensen was going off the deep end and that he was not able to stop him, to the point where he just gives up and says things like ‘when in rome’ etc. let’s get into it.

the mood is set from the very first second: misha is kinda subdued, and jensen is being a bit of a clown, coaxing misha to join him in the madness, which he does to a certain extent.

we are off to a great start with not just one [0m15s], but two [0m20s] moments in which i just know in my bones they wanted to hold hands. how do i know? because i have been there my fucking self. wanting to hold hands with your crush when you are drunk and acting silly is a love language okay.

as soon as they sit down, misha tries to make conversation and jensen just starts pushing him and pushing him, [1m11s] saying ‘shut up’ and ‘yeah it’s really stupid and it embarrasses me’, but misha tries to ignore it at first and just marches on through. which is probably why i never see people talk about that little comment. it embarrasses jensen when misha sits like that? why would he need to feel embarrassed by his friend’s actions? kinda weird tbh, sounds like husband behavior to me. i have a feeling that when misha said ‘by which he means it’s an innie’, jensen REALLY had to bite on his tongue not to go all ‘you weren’t complaining this morning’ or something like that. look at his face bro [1m55s].

and then jensen opens up his legs like the little tramp (affectionate) that he is and when misha tries to stop him he just TURNS to misha with said open legs like a mad man and goes ‘here’s the thing. pick a leg.’ [2m05s] LIKE? who DOES THAT? that is insane people behavior!!! admittedly i am a cis woman and i don’t have conversations with male friends about their bodily anatomy all that often, but i legit cannot phatom that this is a normal thing to talk about with your platonic buddy. pick a leg for me to rest my dick on, old buddy old pal. NOBODY DOES THAT. it’s not even something that i would consider flirting because even though i am into men, i would not find that arousing? so it’s either an action to provoke annoyance in misha or it’s something they have discussed before or both. because misha immediately understands what he means, starts shaking his head in frustration, and actually turns to jensen as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me right now? really? you are really doing this?’ followed by a ‘this is making me feel so uncomfortable’ aka one of the phrases they both like to use even though they never mean it.

then when jensen actually goes up to do his ridiculous mating dance and sits back down again, he automatically sits down with his body turned towards misha.

quick side note: if anybody understands what the joke was about when they talked about ‘cas has big dolls’ i would love to hear it, because that has never made any sense to me, but it’s probably a me problem lmao.

when misha goes ‘could you watch your language please’ i think that’s a sign that he is genuinely getting a bit frustrated [4m53s] with jensen even though he is obviously playing it off as a joke. right after he says that, jensen puts his fingers against his mouth, as if to shut himself up. i know that a lot of people don’t wanna read too much into body language but hey, i am writing an analysis here so work with me for a sec: i think that could be a subconscious decision to listen to what misha is telling him to do, which ties into the d/s dynamics i’ve mentioned earlier.

i know people always go crazy when misha goes ‘what did i tell him’ [5m19s] and jensen whispers in his ear. i personally think misha probably told him about the fact that they booked kansas the band, but it’s still pretty telling that that is how misha would react to the question if something he told him is public knowledge. evidently that goes to show that there is enough that misha tells jensen that cannot be shared with the public, which i thought is interesting.

now that i am watching it again, the ‘j*red would have just said it’ comment kind of stumbles around in my brain asking me to dissect it. let’s just say that i wouldn’t be surprised if they were both thinking back on the many, many times that j*red put his foot in his mouth and made a suggestive comment about jensen and misha’s relationship.

god i just cringed [6m14s] watching jensen interact with that first girl who asked a question and he just goes off on her about how twins are cool and misha is shaking his head lord oh lord and that is the minute daniella decides that hey maybe they need even more alcohol lmfaoooo it’s a lot. poor misha i genuinely feel bad for him.

and then he goes ‘real men have twins’ and looks at misha and misha is still not having it so he goes ‘it’s just a shirt’ like girl (gn) pleASE that’s husband behavior, yet again, why else would he feel the need to clarify it. ‘look babe don’t be mad or jealous i don’t mean anything by it, it’s just a shirt’ i hate him.

i just know misha would have wanted to take the apple juice away from jensen lmao.

one of the moments [9m35s] that always stands out to me is when they go ‘that’s why we don’t bring steven’ ‘that’s right, that’s why he’s not allowed’ idk how to explain it but the way that just flows out of them so naturally feels very coupley for some reason.

i think we can all agree that jensen’s reaction [12m22s] to misha’s ‘i always wear orange underwear’ story is completely fake, right? because there is no way he didn’t know that, and his reaction was very exaggerated. plus, the little gesture to make misha show his underwear? bitch, please. whipped. there was also exactly zero reason for him to come that close to misha in order to inspect the color of his underwear.

the one thing that i wonder about, though, is why misha didn’t know jensen was wearing the famous underbear briefs? but as i am writing this i realise that even if they slept in the same hotel room, there are obviously a few different possible reasons why misha didn’t know what underwear jensen was wearing that day: either jensen showered and changed in the bathroom, so by the time he faced misha again he was fully dressed, or misha had to leave their hotel room earlier than jensen, or jensen changed while misha showered, etc etc.

in any case……. jensen dropping trou in the middle of this fucking panel? absolutely batshit insane, 10/10 thank you for your service nesnej.

this [13m54s] is where shit really starts to hit the fan. jensen is OUT OF CONTROL. the long stares??? the ‘rawr’s??? ‘you didn’t even get the full picture’??? (sidenote i would love to know what misha whispered to him right after).

OKAY so. when the girl mentions j*red and jensen goes all Knowing What’s Up and says ‘oh he has had a rough time today. misha kept us up way too late last night. *glances at misha* rrrrrrr’ listen. the only reason i am not reading too much into this is because i do not believe they had a threesome with j*red but also the way he said it was very sus and my mind can’t help but wonder if they were disgustingly flirty and way too touchy feely in front of j*red whilst drunk and honestly that’s probably the case.

of course this is followed [15m15s] by the insane man saying ‘by the way they go down to here’??? and the potentially whispered ‘i’ll show you later’?????? sir i have a lot of questions. number one: how dare you?

bless this next person for this question, because she starts her sentence with: ‘people who have been together for a long time…’ i actually already made a post about this once so i implore you all to read that because i still stand by what i said in there.

it is of course followed by them both not being able to think about ANYTHING appropriate to say to the question if there is anything they only do in front of each other that doesn’t involve pants. and then misha goes ‘why don’t i just share a private moment that we had’ and jensen’s first instinct is to say ‘shit’. i mean. i am merely perceiving.

this is the moment we realise that it has been quite The Day for them, but especially for jensen, because he has been emotional earlier in the day. which, again, could explain his demeanor during the panel. trying to distract himself. notice that he gets up and shakes his legs again and goes for a drink the second misha starts to tell the story: coping mechanisms aka distraction, just like he did at the start of the panel.

the moment where he goes ‘it’s hitting me now. shit.’ really solidifies this theory for me, that he has been acting like a goofy drunken guy all panel, in order to drown out the emotions he felt that afternoon, but alas. once he started to talk about it, it still all came back to him.

i will say this though: it kind of warms my heart that he was so touched by the fact that the fandom spawned something good. makes me feel slightly less dumb for forming parasocial relationships with that man. only slightly, but still.

misha going ‘god he’s so grouchy’ [25m32s]? say it with me, folks: husband behavior. once again misha tries to talk jensen down and jensen listens (sort of). say it with me, folks: d/s behavior. and RIGHT after that jensen walks towards misha with this intense fucking stare in his eyes that makes me feel like i am intruding, and then after he gets another drink (nesnej, why?) he just. gently massages misha’s neck and shoulder before draping his arm around him? and his hand lingers when he goes to grab the keychain? okay.

insert the famous ‘when in rome’ debacle lmao misha was so done with jensen by then it’s so hilarious. the funny thing is that misha says ‘what i mean is show each other our underwear, nothing weird. you can’t look at me like that, because of what you did’, while the question was ‘what would dean and cas do in rome’ and not ‘what would jensen and misha do in rome’ but clearly, once again, the actors cannot make a distinction between the two. interesting :) it also wouldn’t surprise me if jensen has told him to tone down the dean/cas answers but now that jensen decided to fully flash him on stage misha is like ‘sorry but i am not playing by your rules after what you did’ lmao. of course, jensen’s reaction is to go back to parting his legs for misha, like he is challenging him. i mean. you can’t make this shit up.

am i the only one who thinks that jensen might be thinking dirty thoughts when misha repeats ‘what would dean and cas do’ [27m50s]? because like. that’s quite a face he is making.

when he says ‘i don’t know how to answer that’ and misha agrees, idk, for some reason i get the feeling that that’s in the sense of ‘i don’t know how to answer that in a way that won’t get our fans’s hopes up because we know what they would want and we know what we would answer but we can’t go there’.

i really feel like the final straw for daniella was the way that jensen reacted to that last question like he was gonna have another breakdown lmao and that’s why the rest of the cast and crew were pushed onto the stage prematurely. because when you think about it, it’s a pretty rude thing to do when somebody is still answering a question? but okay.

listen - the last 6 minutes of this panel are so chaotic sdjfhsjh the only thing i can conclude from it is that jensen is hella drunk but we’ve been knew. his mood changes by the fucking second. i love him and his little dance and how he sits down on the stage. i feel like i might be jensen coded when i am drunk. i too get slutty and unpredictable.

so anyways long story short: jensen was hella drunk and wanted to provoke misha, it worked, they had hot sweaty sex after this panel, and the fact that jensen got drunk enough to entrust misha with taking care of shit during the panel makes me very emotional for some reason, and i just love them a lot. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#cockles #i am sorry this is such a mess lmao but enjoy i guess?#jib 8 #alsaurus-loves-dean #i edited in the timestamps because apparently the links dont work on mobile and just jump to the beginning of the vid. sigh

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ladyfeldspar · 4 years ago

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21x02: Put It Down

I've wanted to do a watch/writeup of this episode for a while now. Tweek has been my favorite character since Gnomes aired, when I was still in elementary school and secretly watching South Park with my dad at night. Craig, while I enjoyed him as a character before, absolutely won my heart in the Pandemics and gets third favorite. (My second favorite is Clyde but that doesn't matter right now.)

And when I got into SP fanfiction, and discovered that Creek was a thing, I hopped right on that train and have never looked back. Tweek x Craig made my life when I first saw it and this episode... Well, you'll see.

Disclaimer: I have A LOT of feelings about this episode. Sorry not sorry about how long this is.

"...a performance by one of our students who has written a song..." Raise your hand if the first time you watched, you also figured it was Cartman, the most musical one of the kids.

Raise your other hand if you also got unreasonably excited when it was Tweek.

Tweek "playing" piano is both exactly what I would have expected, and nothing at all what I expected.

I really, really just want to give this poor kid a hug, Jesus Christ.

Everyone just looks so shocked, but I feel like Kyle and Stan might actually care?

"He's your boyfriend, dude." Ugh, my HEART. They are legit and adorable and that's not the last time I'm going to say that.

Shut up, Cartman. I mean it's great you don't care if someone's gay or straight or whatever but shut the hell up.

Tweek being scared of his locker slamming, oh my gosh.

Okay. Jesus Christ. This. We've known Craig for almost 21 seasons at this point and he has been incredibly well-established as not caring about a whole hell of a lot. So when he comes up to Tweek actively trying to help him and chill him out it melts my icy heart SO MUCH more than a cool island song ever could.

I generally hate the terms "babe" and "honey" (I'm honestly just not one for pet names) but Craig calling Tweek those things is fucking adorable.

Side thought: I want another episode just about the two of them, and I want Tweek to be wearing Craig's hat.

"Cuuupcaaaaakes!?" Kills me every time.

Heidi is too sweet for Cartman.

Stan you're such a douche but I love you anyway.

Tweek's cupcakes are frosted 1000% better than mine ever are.

But his kitchen looks just like mine after a day of baking.

Fuck you Garrison for ruining Tweek's happy little moment. He deserves all the happiness in the world.

Craig just calmly walking into the kitchen, like, was he there the whole time? Just hanging out letting Tweek do what he had to do and destroy the kitchen? More proof that they're legit - find me anyone else that Craig has supported this much.

Like he went out and bought Tweek a fidget spinner how fucking cute is that?!

Okay. "Go ahead and bomb us, Kim Jong Dong," also makes me laugh for like twenty minutes.

Why is this song so catchy?! Why are Cartman's songs always so fucking catchy?? Like Minorities which I constantly have to stop myself from absentmindedly singing in public.

Logic!Cartman is remarkably inclusive.

Mic drop.

Poor Tweek, like Jesus, his dad is infuriating and so stupid. Not Randy level stupid but like, quit shoving a fidget spinner in your kid's face and actually talk to him for Christ's sake.

But I mean, this is also the parent who pointed a gun at Tweek's head while teaching him how to avoid being abducted, so I don't know what I expect of him honestly.

That poor kid getting run over. And yet it's that part of the story that pushes this episode into feeling like a older episode and is half the reason I love it so much. There's a really good point to be made, but the constant killing of kids by distracted drivers gives it the fucked up South Park edge.

I love PC Principal in this episode too, and how he just doesn't really care what the hell Cartman wants.

Open door, turn on light, close door. "Waaaaaagghhhh!" "Hey, Tweek."

You have to wonder how often this has happened. And AGAIN, more proof that Craig really legitimately cares about Tweek. Imagine if anyone else woke Craig up like this. I really don't think he'd be so calm.

But it's Tweek, so he just yawns and deals with it because that's what you do when you care about someone.

Also, Craig sleeps with his hat on and that's adorable.

I love how they edited Tweek's picture into real photos.

I feel so bad for Craig here. And through most of the episode actually. He's doing all he knows to do, because this is the kind of stuff that helps him. He's really trying, and Tweek's just wired differently.

And he has a stuffed astronaut monkey, because long live Spaceman Craig.

Again, shut up Cartman.

He brought him to an AMUSEMENT PARK, Craig has pink cotton candy, and they're holding hands. It's this kind of stuff that makes my brain explode from cuteness.

"THE FERRIS WHEEL!!!"

Of all Tweek's twitch noises, I for some reason find the, "rrrrgh" he does on the Ferris Wheel one of the cutest ones.

This fight breaks my heart a little because again, Craig is trying. He has put so much effort into doing his best to help Tweek and finally, finally gets frustrated. It shows how much patience he has for Tweek that it took him so long to get to this point.

I just want to hug them both during this fight. God knows they need it. It's just such a realistic argument, ugh.

And then this moment. This moment where everything clicks, both for us (the parallels of Logic!Cartman/logical Craig vs emotional kids needing to grieve/emotional Tweek needing to freak out) and for Craig, who finally realizes that everyone handles stress differently and you have to adapt to their coping mechanisms to be able to help them. And as soon as he puts that together, he's off to go find Tweek because he's worth it to him. And my heart melts again.

And he does so well, too, despite being completely out of his element. Their little smiles after Tweek calms down, Jesus Christ.

This song. THIS SONG. I don't know what it is about this song but it just hits me SO hard every time. Tweek actually being able to play the piano beautifully (I will argue that it's because Craig is there with him and that makes Tweek feel so much better), CRAIG SINGING even though he clearly isn't the most comfortable with it and is obviously doing it for Tweek (ANOTHER point of proof for the realness of their relationship), the chorus, the Cartman rap (!!!!), the memorial of distracted driving victims (Kenny)...

And this moment, right here. When it goes back to the two of them there, and the spotlight focuses on them and they smile at each other, just oh my gosh. I get really weepy almost every time I watch this. They're adorable. They support each other. They're willing to grow and adapt for each other. They have a real connection with each other. They're happy together. Like look at Craig's smile. How can you not love that?!

Thanks for reading my rambling disjointed nonsense. This episode is always going to be one of my favorites. Tweek and Craig forever. The end. 💜

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