#but its funny to me. you didn't specify if you wanted a funny to YOU story or a funny to ME story

[housewifebuck]

tell me a funny story :)

idk if this is a story technically but off the top of my head here is something funny my cat does (obviously it is going to be about my cat): Annie is very affectionate and loves me and thinks I am her biological mommy BUT she hates being held. but because Bothering is my love language I still pick her up for snuggles all the time just to annoy the hell out of her. and bc she is such a good good girl no matter how much I bug her she never takes it out on me or struggles or anything but the second I put her down she will run to whatever other cat (or person) is closest to us and just start whaling on them bc she has to let her aggression out somehow and its so fucking funny they'll just be sitting there minding their business and she runs up and starts swinging on them for absolutely no reason

[boo-gutzz]

I need to know as #1 Xornoth fan

Will you draw him

Please 🥺

You didn't specify which version so I just went with the uncorrupted one. If u still want the big demon one lmk. Anyway he got a corset vest bc it felt fitting idk how to make outfits

+ Scott for measure bc haha how r u so small (I'm covering my ears to ignore canon. He is small to me. Just bc its funny)

[h0ney-mochi]

Admit it, it's jealousy. (Scaramouche x reader)

# sub!Scaramouche, sub!scara, dom!reader, top!reader, readers gender not specified, can be read as gn!reader, reader gets called mommy though, begging, praise kink, scara gets called puppy a few times

Summary: Scaramouche gets jealous and he doesn't want to admit it. So you make him admit it.

A/n: I'm posting this on Tumblr because not all Tumblr people have seen my ao3, probably! :) It's pretty crazy to think about it... I wrote this in 2022... woah. It had its 2 year anniversary a few days ago. ...I still haven't finished the 2nd part since it's deletion from my old phone. All I have is a snippet.. sigh

You knew it. He was obviously jealous. You were previously speaking with some of your guy friends, having a fun time, because one of them apparently just chowed down on some soap that looked like a food. Scaramouche on the other hand was hanging with some other random people, but you caught his eye. He watched as you were speaking with a smile, all of you laughing, the way your friends smiled at you back. It made him feel weird, he didn't know what it was. But he did not like that feeling.

Now you two were back home. You went to make yourself a simple drink in the kitchen, while Scara slowly followed you. He sat down on a chair by the kitchen island and watched you do your thing. "Do you want some tea as well?" You turned to look at him for a moment. He replied with a simple no, so you continued. You filled the object with water and put it to boil. Scara's mind wandered back to your friends, which made him feel that weird feeling again. You noticed him zoning out. You sat down in front of him and began speaking.

"Are you alright? You seem down," you asked with a small smile. He immediately looked at you. He stared for a moment before replying. "I'm fine, just because I look like something doesn't mean I'm that," he rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, "what's wrong?" "Like you don't know," he snarled. You were confused. "What do you mean?" You asked, trying to think of what has happened today. Scara turned his head back at you, staring right at you, "The way they laughed with you? The way they were smiling at you? Looked like they felt accomplished when they made you laugh." You blinked. Did he mean your friends..?

Wait. You furrowed your brows, "What- you've got that wrong, they're my friends. We've always been like that. One of them told me how he ate soap unknowingly, that was funny!" He just nodded his head, "really?" "Yeah, you know that I'm friendly with everyone!" You spoke, tapping the table. He just looked away, not replying. It was silent, except for the water boiling. Then it hit you. He was jealous.

A smirk slowly went on your face. "Are you.. are you jealous, Scara?" You asked. Surely not. He looked at you. So that was that feeling..? He shook his head and looked away again. "No, I'm fucking not." He replied. You blinked at him. "Oh my god, you're jealous??" You couldn't stop your smirk as you watched him avoid your eyes. "I just said that I'm not, are you deaf?" He grunted, looking the other way. You felt amazing for some reason. You got up from your chair and walked to the other side of the island, where Scara sat. He noticed that and turned his chair towards you. You pointed at him, "that, my man, is called jealousy." He glared at you, "I'm not fucking jealous, idiot!" You glared back, "then why are you mad?" "Because they were laughing with you! Did you see the way they looked at you? They definitely had something in mind!" He shot back at you. Silence again. You stared at him, lidded eyes. He stared back.

"That's jealousy." You mumbled. He wanted to say something back, but didn't. "It's not," he denied, starting to spin back to the kitchen island, but you stopped him. He glared at you again, "what do you want." "You're jealous," you repeated, holding the chair. Scara turned his head away, making an ugh noise. You took his jaw and turned him back to you. He went to take your hand away, but your hand that was preventing him from turning away shot to his wrist, stopping it. You watched his eyes widen.

Now he felt different.

"You're jealous," you whispered, staring into his eyes, "admit it." He was silent. He wanted to move his hand, but you tightened your grip on his wrist. His eyes drifted to the side, away from you. "Look at me, Scara," you immediately said. He looked to the other side. "Scara." You held his jaw a bit tighter, "look at me." You watched his eyes slowly look at you. His expression had softened. There was a moment of silence.

"Good boy," you whispered. That line went straight down his pants. You watched his eyes widen slightly. "Admit it. You're jealous." You spoke again, your grip on his jaw loosening, "It's normal, but you should tell me." His eyes drifted away again as he swallowed and you reacted. "Scaramouche, fucking look at me." You said and he immediately looked back. He felt tingly, he started feeling.. hot. "Speak." You simply said. He blinked, eyes looking away, "Ugh, fine, I-" "Look at me." You interrupted him. Scara felt his dick twitch. He looked at you again, a small blush on his face. "I was jealous-" He whispered. "Scara." "I'm jealous-" he said a bit louder. Silence again. You watched his eyes go away again. You sighed and watched as he looked back at you in a moment. You went closer to his face, going to his ear. "Good boy," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck. You took your hands away from him and went to pour water in your cup.

Scara just sat there, his mind repeating your words. He felt his dick twitch again as he breathed out through his nose. You just poured your water, put it away and watched the teabag float up to the top, the usual. You messed with your spoon and then put it down. You turned to Scaramouche. "Are you sure you don't want tea? Maybe you've changed your mind?" You asked. He stared at the ground. How did you change your attitude in a span of a few seconds? "Scara?" You asked again. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, so he just shook his head. You stared at him. Then it dawned on you.

You quickly went back to him, standing in front of him. He looked at you right away, scared that you'll tell him to speak again. "Oh God, I'm sorry, did I hold your wrist too tight?? Did I say something wrong?? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" you quickly started rambling. Scara stared at you in confusion. "What? No, no, you didn't hurt me- Where the fuck did you get that?" He furrowed his brows. "I don't know, you went quiet??" You shrugged, staring at him. Then he realized that you don't know the effect that your actions had on him. You two stared at each other. You looked away for a moment, then you started to walk back to your tea, but Scara caught your wrist and pulled you back. "Did I do someth-" "Am I really..?" He interrupted you. You looked at him. He was staring somewhere else. "What do you mean?" You asked, standing in front of him again. He took his hand away from your wrist. "What you said previously. Am I really.. you know-" he glanced at you before looking away again. You thought to yourself. Wait.. oh.

Your smirk was back. "Say it." You spoke and watched as Scara bit his lip for a second, turning his head away. "Am I really.. ugh." He felt his cheeks flush. "Come on, I know you can say it," you leaned closer to him. He was getting more anxious. "Am I really a- fuck. Am I really a good boy?" He quickly said, feeling the embarrassment wash over. You laughed a little, your hand going to his jaw. You turned his head towards you, his eyes still not meeting yours. "Look at me, Scara," you simply said, just like before. His eyes meet yours. "Yes," you started, your other hand going to his chest, fingers slowly sliding down, "you are a good boy." You could feel his heartbeat quicken. Nervous eyes staring into yours. "You want me to say it again?" Your fingers stopped at his stomach. He felt his dick twitch again. He blinked at you, glancing away from time to time, but not fully looking away. "Scara, tell me," you asked again. "Please," he whispered, eyes fixating on the ground.

"You'll have to try better than that," your fingers went back to his chest and you watched him look back at you. "No, please-" he repeated a bit louder. You smiled and he glanced away again. "There's no need to be ashamed, it's just us here, you know," you said, tilting your head to the side. Scara rolled his eyes, "Shut up." You pulled him a bit towards you by his jaw, causing him to look at you with a gasp. Your smile was gone. "I thought you wanted to be called a good boy, no?" You blinked at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, again. He just stared. "So you don't want me to call you that? You could have just said that earlier, you know," you looked away, looking bored. "No, please, please-" he started, but you cut him off with a stare. "What? Please what? Tell me." You put your attention on him again. He gulped, forcing himself to stare back at you, "please call me that, please-" "Call you what?" "Please call me a good boy, please, fuck-" He was getting desperate, you could tell. And you wanted to drag him further. "Not with that language," you lidded your eyes again. He exhaled, staring into your eyes intensively. "Please, please call me a good boy, for f- ugh, please," Scara started rambling in embarrassment, "mommy, just call me a good boy, please-"

"What was that?"

It went silent. He watched you slowly smirk as he realized what he said. "I-" he started, but nothing else came out. Fuck. "You want mommy to call you a good boy?" You whispered. He was desperate, nodding immediately, but you held his jaw. "Use your words, Scara." You pointed out. He wanted to curse himself for being so desperate for you. "Yes, please call me a good boy, please, m- ah, mommy-" he quickly spoke, eyes digging into yours. It went silent. His eyebrows were furrowed, face flushed — desperate. You slowly blinked at him. Then you went closer to his ear and spoke to him in a whisper.

"Good boy."

You heard him exhale. Your hand released his jaw. Your other hand went down his chest to the tent in his pants that already had a wet spot at the top. You heard him let out a surprised gasp. You pressed a few kisses on his neck, before pulling away to look at him. Scara's chest was rising while your hand circled his tip through his pants. You watched as his hand went to his mouth, loudly exhaling again. You looked down. You quickly got his pants down to his knees, staring at his boxers that were dark at a certain spot. You then pulled his boxers down just enough for his dick to be out. Scara was starting to feel dizzy, the feeling of his dick being free, your intense stare in his eyes. You quickly took his hand that was by his mouth and pulled it away from his mouth. "Don't do that, got it?" You told him. He quickly nodded. You stared. He licked his lips before responding, "yes, mommy-" You nodded, "Good boy." You noticed his dick twitch at that. It made you feel so powerful.

You let go of his hand, meanwhile your other hand slid down his chest to his thigh. You brought your finger to his tip, circling it, smearing his precum. He made a noise at that, bucking his hips. You took your hand away, looking at him. "If you're going to do that, I won't touch you." You warned. His eyes widened, "please don't, don't do that, please-" You nodded and went back to his dick. You wrapped your hand around and started to slowly slide it up, then back down, coating his dick with some precum. He whined, "please, please-" "Be patient, puppy," you responded, not removing your eyes from his dick. Slowly you picked up the pace. Then you looked at him. His eyes were shut, there was drool starting to slide down his chin. "Scara, look at me, open your eyes," you commanded. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you. You made eye contact. Fuck, he looked so submissive. You increased the speed, jerking his dick quicker, starting to make wet sounds from his precum. He moaned, head going back, more broken moans falling from his mouth.

"Scara, I told you to look at me," you reminded. He lifted his head back up, trying to look back at you. You giggled, "Good boy. Tell me how it feels, won't you?" Sweat was appearing on his skin, drool out his mouth. He started to speak, but that's when you started jerking around his tip. He moaned louder, tears starting to prick at his eyes. "Come on, tell me how good it feels," you whisper. "A-ah- f-feels good, fuck-! Oh my god, fuck, it feelssogood fuck, mommy-" Scara tried his best, but fuck did it feel good. You went closer, pressing your lips against his, indulging him in a kiss. His hands immediately clutched at your shirt while you drunk his moans. Your hand sped up, focusing on his whole shaft. More precum went down, making even more wet noises. You pushed your tongue against his, he kissed back messy. Then, you heard his moans becoming quicker, his hands clutching you tighter.

You pulled away from the kiss, licking your lips, staring down at him. "Gonna cum, puppy?" You asked and he nodded, staring up at you. Your hand started slowing down as you raised your eyebrow. He whined, "no, please, I'm close, please don't slow down, pleasepleaseplease-" "That's right, good boy," you went quicker, staring at his ruined state. His head fell back and his moans increased in volume. You could hear him say 'please' multiple times in a row. Then his head came back, looking into your eyes, begging you to not stop. You looked down at his dick, then looked back at him. You leaned into his neck to press a few kisses, while Scara placed his head on your shoulder, his hands going to your back, gripping the material again. "I'm- I'm gonnacum, a-ah, fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum I'mgonnacum please-" His breathing was heavy. "Then cum, go on," you whispered, "be a good boy and cum for me." That was the final push.

A loud moan went through his throat as he came. You looked down, watching his cum stain his shirt, drop on your hand, slide down to his thighs. After a few seconds, you started slowing your hand down. You could feel him shake, his breathing heavy again. Then your hand stopped. You kissed his neck while he breathed in your shoulder, calming down. Scara's head was spinning, he felt like he might pass out. Drool and tears had stained your shirt a bit. After a minute you felt him release your shirt. You pulled away, taking your hand away too. You looked at Scara. His eyes were unfocused, mouth still open, face hot, drool and tears. He looked so pretty, so ruined — it made you feel powerful, how you managed to somehow get him like this.

You broke the silence, asking, "Scara, are you alright?" You watched as he looked at you. "..I'm okay." He finally said, blinking at you. You smiled slightly, rubbing a few of his tears away with your clean hand. He was silent, staring at you. You stood up straight and looked at your other hand. You licked a bit off from your fingers, swallowing down. Scara stared, eyes slightly widening. No way he found that hot. "Alright, I'll get some tissues, wait here," you quickly said and walked to the bathroom. You washed your hands first.

Scara was zoning out, thinking of what the fuck just happened. He can't believe that he got so damn desperate for you, that he let that name slip out. He shook his head, looking down at himself. Yeah, he'll have to put this in the wash for sure. Then he heard noise, turning his head to it. You walked in with tissues and a slightly wet towel. You put down the towel on the island and took a few tissues. You took Scara's chin, holding his head up. With your other hand, you cleaned away his drool and a few wet tears. He couldn't stop staring at you. You noticed and just smiled at him.

Then you took your hand away from his jaw, looking down at his dick. You pushed his boxers a bit more away and cleaned the cum off his thighs with the tissue. Then you took another one, continuing to clean around. Then you carefully got to his shaft, then tried to get a few stains off from his shirt. After that you put the tissues away, taking the wet towel. You cleaned his thighs and areas again. Scara bit his lips, you were gentle. You put everything away and went to throw out the tissues.

"I think we should put a few of your clothes to wash, don't you think?" You asked, coming back. He nodded, but stopped mid-nod and responded, "Yeah, right." "Take your shirt off, I'll get you a new one," you smiled, running to a room. He felt his cheeks get hot again. He loved this, even if it made him very embarrassed. He slowly took his shirt off, then you ran back into the room. "Um, I got you clean boxers as well, if you don't mind-" you spoke, putting down the clothing on the chair next to him. He stayed silent, handing you his shirt. You took it and went to quickly put it in the washing machine. He took his pants and boxers off. He took the shirt and boxers that you got him and put them on.

When you came back, he was already holding his clothing in hand for you. "Did it get stained too?" You asked, taking them. He just looked away from your gaze, "just in case." You nodded and went to also put them in the wash. He could hear you pressing a few buttons and the machine starting to work. When you came back, Scara was still staring somewhere else. You stood in front of him.

"I'm sorry," you broke the silence. He immediately looked at you, face showing confusion. "Why the fuck are you sorry?" He asked. "You know," you messed with your shirt, "I kind of didn't really ask if you wanted me to do.. that, so- I understand if you're mad." He blinked at you. "You're a fool to think that," he replied, "I'm not mad. I'm.. surprised, I guess." "Why?" You stared back at him. Silence.

Scara stared at you. "Well, first of all-" he coughed, "you turned me on in the worst way possible." He looked away from you, feeling his face get hot more. "You made me beg for you, you- fuck. You.. goddammit, you made me fucking desperate." He felt the shame again. Silence. He started feeling nervous, for some reason. You quietly asked, "Did you hate it..?" He looked back at you, "No I didn't, I fucking loved it, idiot." "You loved me being controlling??" You asked again. He stared. He started thinking. "Well, if.. if that was that, then- um, I guess?" He shrugged. Silence, again.

You slightly smiled, "I'll make note of that." You leaned your head closer to him and he immediately kissed you. You kissed back, putting your hand on his chest, the other on his cheek. His hands went to your shirt, pulling you closer. You two made out, your thumb rubbing his cheek. Then you pulled away for a breath, but he pulled you back again. You slid your tongue against his, a muffled noise from Scara. After a few moments, he pulled away from the kiss, breathing on your lips. "You made me so desperate, you have no idea," he quickly whispered before kissing you again. You felt his hands clutch your shirt, pulling away again. "You made me- fuck, you made me-" he couldn't put into words. He wanted to kiss you again, but you put a finger to his lips.

You stared into his eyes, "I made you call me mommy?" He breathed out a 'yes'. "I made you obey me?" You continued, lidding your eyes. He breathed out another 'yes'. "I made you finish so hard, that you were shaking against me?" You put your hand back on his cheek. He whined out a 'yes.' You put your lips against him again, he kissed back immediately. You two made out for a while, some muffled noises from the man. Then you pulled away, pressing a finger on his lips again. "Let's go to bed. It's late and I want you to get rest, okay?" You spoke in a soft tone. He nodded. "We can continue tomorrow," you continued, taking your hands away from him. He did the same. You smiled at him. "Thank you," he mumbled so quietly you almost didn't hear him. "You're welcome, Scaramouche," you chuckled at his expression. "Jeez, so formal," he rolled his eyes. You laughed and then your eyes caught something.

A cup. With already cold water.

"Oh my god," you said out loud, Scara sending you a confused gaze, "I forgot about my tea." He turned his head to where you were staring and yep, your cup is there with your forgotten teabag. "..I'll heat it up and drink it, you can go to bed," you said, rubbing your forehead. He stood up and looked at you, wanting to say something, but didn't. He just stared, might slightly agape. You looked at him again. "You want me to tuck you in?" You smirked, a giggle coming from you. He widened his eyes, looking away, "no, fuck you." He started walking away and you followed him. Scara went into his room and turned around. "I thought you're making tea?" He raised his eyebrows at you. You nodded, "Yeah, I will. I just want to say goodnight."

"Well, you just said it, you can go now," he motioned his hand at you. "Get in your bed first," you said. He just rolled his eyes, "I was going to do that anyways." He walks to his bed and turns on the light on the nightstand. He sat on his bed, staring at you, arms crossed. You walked over to him, leaned down and pushed him down on the bed. He gasped and you kissed him. His heart started beating more again, feeling you move your lips against his. He got that feeling again. His hands went to your shirt, pulling you more. Your fingers ghosted on his arm, leaving behind goosebumps on his skin. He felt your knee press against his crotch and he moaned in surprise.

That was unintentional — you didn't realize where you placed your legs. You pulled away and smiled down at him. Scara started back. "Goodnight, Scara," you said, leaning into his neck, "Good boy." Then you got off him and left the room, waving at him before closing the door. He stared at the door. He ran a hand through his hair, then along his face. Scara got under the covers, trying to ignore the feeling, trying to ignore the need for your touch again.

You just went to heat up your tea. Microwave beeps, teabag out, a bit of honey in your cup, mix it. You sat down and enjoyed your drink, slowly. You put down your cup, staring at the surface, recalling what happened. It made you feel hot, just like before.

"And it started with him being jealous, huh?" You mumbled, taking a sip again. "Live laugh Scaramouche." You chuckled, finishing your drink.

© h0ney-mochi 2022 ; 2024 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[soulwrencher]

ok so like this is my first ask so sorry if its worded weird!! but could you write a drabble for ellie where like reader is dinas step sister or sum and like reader lives a few states away and dina wants reader to meet her friends so reader visits and meets all of them and ellie is like nervous and stuff and dina teases her for it and eventually dina ships ellie and reader tg (once again sorry if its worded weird..😭)

it's okay! so i'm not gonna specify readers relationship with dina lmao, reader could be a family friend too... and it's longer than a drabble, sorry. but here you go!

why don't you stay, stay here after hours?

ellie x reader, just fluff, not proofread, enjoy :)

you haven't been here for a while. but dina's apartment stayed the same, citrus-scented air freshener and deep brown eyes meeting you at the front door, it was all so familiar, even after all those years. however, you didn't expect a pretty face to emerge from behind her, in fact you didn't expect your little trip to good old hometown to be interesting in any way. when dina told you about her friends, you weren't expecting much, sorry dina. but shit, her friend is more than pretty, she's incredibly attractive.

"come on in," dina says, hugging you, miss pretty face standing awkwardly to the side. you let go, dina gestures towards her, you've been dying to know about her at this point and it's been only a few minutes since you got here.

"so, this is my friend ellie, we used to be a thing but—" ellie clears her throat, are her cheeks slightly rosy?

"we're really good friends, that's what i was trying to say," she continues, shooting ellie a glare. you awkwardly laugh, exchange some 'hi''s and 'nice to meet you''s with ellie, her raspy voice makes it harder for you to remember what you're here for. pretty auburn hair, strands falling out of her bun framing her face, green eyes and long lashes, freckles and kissable lips... what were you here for?

and ellie can't help but notice your eyes wandering, it's making her nervous. it's making her nervous that a gorgeous woman like you was watching her so carefully, she isn't used to getting this much attention next to dina who's incredibly extroverted and drawing all the attention.

she watches you leave and go up to dina's room. pulling dina aside, ellie elbows her.

"ouch," she hisses, rubbing herself.

"what the fuck? why would you mention we used to be a thing," ellie whispers. dina gasps, then covers her mouth, a sly smirk creeping up her face.

"don't tell me you like—" ellie cuts her off with a threatening, well not so threatening, 'hey' hoping dina understands that she needs to quiet down, you're literally upstairs.

"no, she's just pretty. you didn't tell me she's that pretty," she whispers, her face turning red. this will be a fun game for dina, for sure.

you all sit in her very cramped, but colorful kitchen, snacking and drinking while you and dina catch up. however, ellie can't help but steal glances from you, she couldn't help but study your face, the way you speak, the way you'd wheeze when you thought you said something funny, or when you—

"—and ellie is so, totally so single, incredibly single," dina laughs, pulling ellie out of thought. and you too, you've been thinking about ellie's green eyes lingering on your lips, is something on there? dina is the only one laughing while you and ellie are exchanging glances, for a second it feels like the world stopped for you to step closer to something unreachable.

"i guess i am? but why does that matter," ellie then responds, annoyance lacing her voice.

"because she's single too? and i just wanna be able to say that i'm a matchmaker," dina continues, stuffing chips into her mouth. you laugh, but ellie doesn't.

"you really wanna make us all uncomfortable, huh?" ellie mutters, fuck, why would she say that? she's been so overly self-conscious, trying really hard to leave good impressions, but having a pretty girl watch her bicker with her good friend, not how she imagined this to go at all.

"oh i'm not uncomfortable, don't worry," you say, the tension was thick. and dina notices this too, this whole thing took the wrong turn.

"well back in high school i walked up to someone thinking it was dina and scared that girl from behind, talk about uncomfortable," she scoffs. dina immediately throws back her head and cackles, but you can hear ellie's soft and low chuckles. fuck she's cute and you want to know more, know more about her and all the stories she had to tell and lived up until now.

and ellie is more than happy to see the smile that emerged on your lips when she said that, her eyes on you while you giggle at dina's silly stories about teenage ellie and dina's adventures. she just can't look away, your nose scrunches when you laugh, your eyes literally sparkle, you are just so endearing, and ellie would be a fool to pass up on this chance, on this chance to get to know you.

and you spend the rest of the afternoon at dina's place, laughter filling the room, glances and hands brushing filling up your heart.

"okay guys, we need to wrap it up, jesse is on his way and you know how he gets," dina shoots a look to ellie, both nodding in some secret agreement.

"can you get her to her hotel? but take it slow guys, never fuck on the first date," she chuckles, ellie scoffs while getting on her jacket, ellie would never be able to even hold hands with someone as beautiful and kind as you. but it for sure is a nice thought, a thought she saves for when she'll go to sleep later. and your thoughts are racing too, you're about to get in the car with ellie, she'll be driving you, you'll be alone with her, you are freaking out, but you can't let it show.

instead you awkwardly play with the leaves on the ground while you wait in front of her car after you said goodbye to dina.

walking out of dina's apartment, ellie can feel her heart jump out of her chest. she's a fucking wreck, but her urge for more is too big to ignore, she has to do something about all the feelings you made her feel. and for once in her life, she decides to make the first move once you're in her car, something dina always made fun of, telling ellie she's the biggest coward ever.

but not today, today she'll make you fall for her.

what she didn't know is that the second ellie opened the door for you and the scent of patchouli and tobacco filled your senses, you already fell, really hard at that.

you sit in her passenger seat, imagination running wild, the two of you could be knee deep—

"you comfy?" ellie asks, pulling you out of thought. you nod, yeah too fucking comfortable. you struggle putting your seatbelt on because your hands are shaking, but ellie is attentive, already helping you out, with shaky hands too.

to your disappointment, the drive was mostly quiet, so quiet you could hear your own racing heartbeat. but it's stupid to believe that someone like ellie would want to get to know you, you feel stupid for getting your hopes up.

ellie's eyes are on the navigator the whole time, two more streets and you're at the hotel. two more streets, she has to do something. the wheel is getting moist under her sweaty hands, she has never been this nervous in her whole life. but she might never see you again and does she really want to risk that? risk never going to meet anyone like you again? ellie clears her throat, she can't live with the thought of never having tried.

so she inhales deeply as she stops at the red light.

"so—" she starts, looking your way, making sure she got your attention. you tilt your head, you're gorgeous, god you are making this hard, ellie thinks to herself.

"—i made dinner, you should stay." ellie says, her voice low, eyes searching for yours in anticipation, she is about to explode.

"i'd love to," you reply. ellie smiles and hits the gas a little harder than needed as the lights turn green.

[nytb]

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Alexia's stunt worked. Apparently grinding on random people after the boxer had already laid her mouth on her was a big no no.

The both of them had been on the road for a while, Alexia silent and watching out of the passenger window, avoiding all eye contact with the menace driving the car.

Now sat at a red light, heading god knows where, the boxer tried to get a reaction out of Alexia.

"You're not going to talk huh" Y/N stated as she placed a hand on the midfielder's thigh.

She looked the boxer dead in the eyes, only to steer her eyes out the passenger window again.

"Rude" Y/N smirked, sliding her hand higher up the midfielder's thigh "What a shame".

For however much Alexia wanted to hide her reaction, she couldn't. Biting on her lower lip, the midfielder let a tiny sigh of pleasure slip as Y/N removed her touch.

"Not funny" the midfielder stated, her eyes locked on the boxer.

"Oh so the cat didn't get your tongue" Y/N teased "But tell me dear, what isn't funny?"

"The authoritarian stick you have going on, the quitting cold turkey when I was, and it pains me to say it, enjoying what you were doing" the midfielder stated.

"How ab-" the boxer tried to interviene.

"Nuh huh" alexia shushed her "Not your turn" she stated.

Y/N took the hint and to the midfielder's panic, the boxer pulled into a parking spot.

Alexia's eyes opened wide, not sure of what was about to happen.

"What are you doing? We're in public you know!?"

"You have my undivided attention" Y/N stated, not answering Alexia's questions "You stopped at enjoying" and air quoted "what I was doing" the boxer smirked "Care to specify?"

"You're kidding right?" Alexia was both pissed and curious.

"Not in the slightest" Y/N leaned closer, reaching for the midfielder's neck, whispering as the distance shortened "I would like to know what you enjoyed so much that you had Mapi trick me in order to get close to me" the boxer looked deeply into Alexia's eyes "Only to wear that and dance on whoever those people were"

Alexia pushed Y/N away "First of all, I didn't trick anybody" she was now heated into the discussion "I wear whatever I want to wear and dance with whomever I want" not stopping for air "And don't act like I was the only one enjoying whatever was going on"

The boxer didn't break eye contact as Alexia let everything out of her chest "Anything else?" Y/N questioned.

"Oh for fuck sake you have to be kidding me" she replied furiously, crossing her arms.

"I am well aware that we are in public" Y/N stated "I did not stop cold turkey on you, I am adamant on finishing what you started" the boxer now pulled Alexia closer "And whatever this is, I like it" the boxer pointed at the midfielder's lips "You can dance with whoever you want, as long as those remain mine"

"You started great, couldn't have ended worse" Alexia pushed Y/N's grip on her away "You won't be telling me what I can and can't do" she stated "Now take me home, I've had enough".

Alexia thought that her point had come across, until she realised that Y/N was pulling into an underground parking, accessing a private enclosed spot.

"Where are we?" the midfielder demanded.

"7109" Y/N stated "Whenever you calm down, head upstairs, I will be waiting for you"

Alexia grabbed the boxer's wrist "Take me home" she demanded again.

"You are home, my home" and then Y/N made quick work of increasing the distance between them, entering the lift in the private parking section.

Y/N didn't break eye contact with Alexia until the elevator's doors closed.

The midfielder instantly glanced down at her phone. "Great, because why would someone need service here" Alexia mumbled to herself, locking her phone.

She looked around. Multiple cars, a bike, all enclosed in what seemed to be a private parking area, closed off by its own gate.

"Of course there is a code" she stated, inspecting the pad near the garage door.

After a few minutes, she finally gave in.

Heading to the lift, Alexia inserted the code "7109" she mumbled.

Now aware of the camera in the elevator, she crossed her arms and gave it a death stare. There was a high probability that Y/N was watching after all.

It took a decent time to get to Y/N's apartment, it was the penthouse of the building.

The doors slid open and Alexia was instantly intrigued.

"Oh wow" Alexia mumbled.

The penthouse had a beautiful view, she had never seen the cityscape of Barcelona like this before.

The night sky decorated with stars, a whole lot of buildings surrounded them, all underneath the penthouse.

In the distance, Alexia heard the sound of water hitting the ground - Y/N had left her alone in the parking lot just to head upstairs and hop in the shower.

"You have got to be kidding me" she was even angrier than before.

[venusbby]

haiii idk if ur doing rq but-

can u pls do bllk bois with their kids and wife🙏maybe them attending a game or going out and the public/media recognises them or something and blah blah blah they become the talk of the town cuz of their resemblance or something like that🤷‍♀️idk just a suggestion, it's entirely up to u. i just want some fluffy family moments😭

do whoever u want and can, and it's a-okay if u can't or don't wanna do it😭👍

p.s if u end up doing it can u pls give the kids names🥹

ok i'll stfu now🫶

family time !!

🍂 characters/pairings: itoshi sae, mikage reo, itoshi rin x reader (seperate ofc)

🍂 warnings: ages of the kids are not specified (sorry idk how kids work sorry), nicknames like "ma" and "mommy" and "mom" used for reader, sae is the best hubby ever, reo is spoiling his daughter left and right, rin almost curses (almost!!), mention of paparazzi in rin's part, reader tears up a little at the end of rin's part (not angst, don't worry)

🍁 note: here u go anon!!!! im so so so sorry for making you wait for so long. your idea was adorable!!! i hope this makes up for it <3333 thank you for requesting. also i don't know the first thing about kids. like i genuinely don't know what 7 year olds are like. its so funny. pls help anyways enjoy

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with.... ITOSHI SAE?

"kenji, let's stay quiet."

"but... why? it's morning."

"because your mom is sleeping, and we shouldn't disturb others when they're sleeping."

oh, how difficult it was to keep your lips pressed in a straight line and keep your breath steady— when you could clearly feel two pairs of eyes on your sleeping form. sleeping on your side while facing these two was such a challenge.

sae's voice was incredibly low as he spoke to your son, words coming out raspy from how hard he tried to avoid waking you up. the constant shuffling of your son in the middle of the bed made your hands itch with the urge to ruffle his hair, even when your eyes were closed.

you felt another shift, this time a gentle finger pushing away a strand of your hair behind your ear. you'd recognise the touch anywhere, anyhow.

"ma is really pretty." you heard kenji mumble quietly. (that too at the softest volume ever, because he listens to his father and definitely wouldn't want to interrupt your sleep.)

"she is very pretty," sae sighed, staring at your relaxed face, eyes trailing from your eyelashes to your slightly parted lips as you breathed out. "she works hard for us every day, you know?"

your eyes slightly shifted once he said that, and you hoped he didn't notice.

you heard kenji whisper to his dad. "she's not really sleeping, is she?"

he whispered back to him. "nope, we will just wait until she gives up."

you fluttered your eyes open right after. your son giggled loudly and flung himself in your embrace, dragging the sheets underneath his body along with him. sae usually made the bed afterwards, anyway. "i knew it!"

"good morning, ken." you softly kissed the top of his head, flattening down the wild strands of red hair that became messy due to his weird sleeping positions. while your son gave you a very cheerful 'good morning' back, your gaze shifted towards your husband, who was already staring at you with his lips pressed in a line which almost looked like a small smile. "good morning, sae."

"good morning. we are too smart to fall for your tricks, just so you know." sae took your hand, pressing his lips against your soft skin. "did you sleep well?"

you nodded with a sleepy smile on your face. kenji whipped up his head from your chest to look as well, and he smiled too when he realised that you had gotten the rest you deserved after your long family trip yesterday.

sae calmly shifted out of the bed. he stretched, muscles still sore from how long he had to drive the previous day. he looked back at the cute sight of the two most important people in his life, eyes softening. "hey, ken. why don't you help me cook something for ma? you know what she likes for breakfast."

"i know, let's go!"

you watched sae quietly leave the bedroom with your excited son running after him, right on his footsteps, your heart swelling with love and your face bright with a smile.

for you, this is the best way to wake up.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... MIKAGE REO?

"baby, are you ready yet?" reo asked.

"almost! are you both already done?"

once you wore your earrings, you swiftly turned to look at reo standing in the bedroom's doorway along with your daughter.

as expected, they were completely ready, with reo in his casual (yet obviously expensive) clothes, your lovely daughter wearing a dress which reached below her knees.

a dress that you certainly don't remember buying for her.

your eyes shifted towards the culprit.

"sora, baby, who got you this dress?" your voice was soft, yet your eyes still stayed on the male who didn't show an ounce of guilt on his pretty face.

she noticed your behaviour and sheepishly pointed to her father, her giggles barely contained.

"okay, i did.. just an hour ago." reo admitted, then looked down at sora, a pout on his face. "you promised you wouldn't say anything!"

she shook her head, running towards you. with heels on, you felt so much taller, and your little kid felt so much tinier. you lifted your hand up for a high five, which was returned by sora immediately. "that's my girl."

reo's pout deepened. he walked towards you too. "hey, i deserve a high five too, sora. didn't i play with you while your mommy was busy getting ready?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, making sure your daughter didn't see. she was in her mimicking age at the moment, you would regret it if she rolled her eyes at any and everything you or your husband said.

reo leaned in for a quick kiss that you granted him, "you look beautiful. both of you do."

"you don't look too bad yourself," you mumbled, sending him a wink, which made his heartbeat speed up. even after all these years.

reo snapped his fingers as you all left the bedroom, gaining the attention of your daughter who was focused on fiddling with the material of your jeans. he asked her in hopes that she'd remember, "what are we going to do today?"

"the ball game!"

"it's... it's called football." reo chuckled at her cuteness, letting her tiny hand slip into his as he bent down slightly to carefully walk down the stairs with her. you followed after them, making sure to check that all the lights on the top floor were off before making it downstairs.

"yeah, football! you play that, right?"

"yes, i do! my sora is so smart!"

you smiled unknowingly behind them, noticing your husband's wide grin. you knew how much it meant to him when your daughter showed interest in football. although he wanted her to decide her own likes and dislikes, he wasn't going to let her inherit a company if she didn't want to— and yes, those thoughts are pretty early on since she's still a toddler, but you know that your husband overthinks. he just wants her to like football so she can have a hobby that she likes.

reo and sora continued to walk outside hand in hand, towards the parking lot.

you called out to your husband while checking the house once more, mentally going through the things you carried in your purse just in case you missed anything. "reo, you better not let her choose one of the cars by saying eenie meenie minie mo or else—"

"too late, our ride has already been chosen!" your husband yelled happily from outside, his laugh echoing loudly as you came outside to find your daughter already seated in her favorite car of the day.

"you are so in trouble," you shook your head as you made your way to the car together. your husband shrugged, "let her have some fun, babe. and i'm absolutely fine with being in trouble." he gave you one of those smiles, earning another eyeroll.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... ITOSHI RIN?

"why can't they just leave us the fu- leave us alone when we're with 'kio?" rin huffed, setting down his car keys on the coffee table as you entered the house. your son was already running up the stairs and into your shared bedroom to play with his toys while you and your husband lingered behind him.

"it's alright, rin. calm down." you spoke softly, patting him on the back as you went into the kitchen for a glass of water. he followed. "i just don't get it. we deserve privacy too."

"they weren't bothering us, you know that."

"...i know." he sighed.

"in fact, i just saw an article on the way home. people are going crazy because akio has your eyes, it's so funny." you tried to lighten the mood, succeeding when rin leaned in to look at the article on your phone that you showed him.

he sighed once again, eyeing the picture of the both of you walking on the street with your son in the middle, who had an excited smile on his face while he was looking at you. "he really does have my eyes. and your hair."

you hummed and caressed rin's cheek, soothing him with your quiet voice. "it's no big deal, baby. we can handle the paparazzi."

just then, your son was rushing down the stairs again, blooming with energy from the wonderful lunch you guys had half an hour ago. "i wanna go out again!"

you watched as rin made his way over to akio, seeing him bend down to come eye to eye with the child.

rin observed akio's eyes, finding the resemblance that the public was talking about. a feeling of pride took over his heart. he ruffled the boy's hair. "we will go out again tomorrow. wanna play in the pool for now?"

"only if mom comes too!!"

rin turned his head to look at you, raising his eyebrows in question. he smiled slightly when you nodded and walked towards them.

"of course i'll come! i just need to change. why don't you and your dad go ahead?" you cooed, admiring the two sets of teal eyes that stared at you with admiration and love, akio's being much rounder and bigger than rin's. your husband hummed in agreement.

"let's go, 'kio. i'll give you your favourite floatie."

your son followed after rin as they made their way towards the pool in the backyard, rin sliding the huge glass doors aside to let more of the warm sunlight in.

you knew the pool would calm both of the boys down. it had been a long time since you enjoyed some sun as well. you grinned to yourself as you made your way upstairs to change into some swimming-appropriate clothes, making sure to take some time in order to let akio have some son and father bonding time with his dad.

they were so identical. it was as if a piece of rin was present in akio, and a piece of akio was present in rin. both of them reminded you of each other.

once you came back downstairs, you quietly sneaked a glance towards the boys outside, hearing their muffled voices.

"oh, so you want to play like this?" rin said. the grin on his face made your eyes sting ever so slightly. he splashed some water towards your laughing son who waved his hands around to protect himself from the water.

this is exactly how you imagined rin to be a few years ago, and even though he didn't believe in himself much as a soon-to-be father that time— you knew he had found his safe place now.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Welcome back!!! :) We all missed you

Could you please write one in which MC is an animagus and the characters react to them transforming?

Thank you so much and take it easy 😁

HLC REACT TO MC BEING AN ANIMAGUS

A/N: since no animal was specified, we're going with the classic kitty cat :3

MC finally did it! After months of prep, and some good luck, they completed the animagus ritual....only to become a silver tabby. Not as epic as they would have hoped, but still cool. They needed to show their friends IMMEDIATELY.

~~~

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: "Well aren't you adorable." He chuckles as he kneels down to pet MC. "I'm not surprised you became an animagus. I'm just disappointed you didn't ask me to become one with you." He picks up MC and carries them off. "Now I have a perfectly valid excuse to call you Kitten."

OMINIS GAUNT: "You know, I don't find it funny when you tell me you want to SHOW me something. My wand has its limits." He huffs and waits for MC to do whatever they were so eager to do. His eyebrows rise in shock. One moment he detects a person, the next, a small animal. "What in Merlin's name? You're an animagus??" He hears MC meow and rub against his leg, just like the castle cats. He smiles a little and reaches down to pet MC. "Whatever will we do with you?"

ANNE SALLOW: "Oh, not fair! I was going to go through with the ritual myself but the blasted mandrake leaf wouldn't stay put. Even so..." She picks up MC and cradles then in her arms. "Since you're here. You can be my lap warmer while I study transfiguration."

IMELDA REYES: "You're as mad as I thought. You risked your life to become an animagus, only to become a cat? I'd get my money back if I were you." She watches MC flop over and make some air biscuits with the biggest eyes. "...I see your point."

NATSAI ONAI: She has stars in her eyes and immediately changes in her gazelle form. She and MC dance around each other happily and run down the corridors to cause some havoc. It was entirely worth the detention.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "Brilliant!" He watches in awe as MC transforms and starts purring against him. He picks them up and puts them on his shoulder. "Let's go raid Professor Sharp's storage room. He'll never suspect a cat." He now has a new mantra: Gain kitty, do crime.

LEANDER PREWETT: He looks around to see if anyone saw what MC just did. He leans down and harshly whispers to them. "You do realize that ritual is against the rules here right!? It's so dangerous! You could have died! Let alone the fact that you aren't registered. You could get in serious trouble if you're caught." MC flattens their ears and growls, he puts his hands up defensively. "I won't tell, but be more careful. I'm serious."

AMIT THAKKAR: "By the stars, that's incredible! Was the ritual as hard as it sounds? How many times did you attempt it? Was it difficult to actually keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for 30 days? These are questions I must know that answers to." MC just meows at him. "Oh...right."

EVERETT CLOPTON: "Whoa! That's amazing! Could you always do that?" He kneels down to scratch MC under the chin. "Hey, I need a favor." He grins devilishly and points at a distant group of students. "See the tall one? I need you to scratch the hell out of his legs. No questions. I'll pay."

POPPY SWEETING: She nearly screams from how cute MC's cat form is. She immediately scoops up MC and cuddles them close to her chest. "Please, for the love of Merlin and all magic, let me put little hats on you. My grandma knits all sorts of little hats and sweaters for her cats and I just KNOW they would look adorable on you." MC is locked in her arms. There is no escape.

ELAZAR FIG: "Extraordinary!" He was sitting at his desk when MC came in to show him their new trick. MC jumped onto his desk as a cat and slowly blinks at him. He reaches forward and gently pets their head. "I've always known you were capable of strong magic, and I'm glad you trust me enough to show me this, but do be cautious. Being an unregistered animagus is a big deal to some in the Ministry. Tread carefully. For now, you're welcome to nap on my desk."

[neon--nightmare]

I've been looking back at your rambles about Fresh again and I wanted to ask for if you have any thoughts about 2.0 and esp about the like, if the threat of potential replacement was real even if 2.0 didn't understand how it worked- because I don't think that realistically "we" the people watching would replace Fresh for having feelings, but I do sometimes wonder if maybe you could interpret future versions of Fresh as... Who knows, maybe 2.0 DID win. Maybe even he was replaced eventually too

OHHH ANON I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS I HAVE TO CHOP MY REPLY UP INTO TWO POSTS. YOUR BRAIN IS MASSIVE (ALSO AAHH IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME THAT PPL LIKE MY ANALYSIS!!! i love these goobers and their dynamic i need to share them with the world <3)

dude something so genuinely. interestin to me about the idea of 2.0 replacing fresh? nobody else in the multiverse would ever know. he acts the same, looks the same, talks the same, and since he was watchin 1.0 the whole time with the higher ups? he could easily fake having all of fresh’s memories without even breakin a sweat!

it’s never been specified if any other outcodes know about fresh’s whole thing, whether the higher-ups and general ‘creators’ are different in the context of the story or if it’s all just us, and since fresh keeps every single thing, every single ‘vulnerability’ and all facts abt his life that aren��t SICKNASTY COOL RADICAL SWAGGY!!! insanely close to his chest (except for one scenario we know of, pacifrisk + possibly some of those at loveball i don’t have the full logs </3) (p.s. 2.0 called pacifrisk 1.0’s sibling in a mocking way AND IT MAKES ME WAUH :( they were like siblings,,) nobody would just. ever know, unless 2.0 told them directly.

bc 2.0 is such a good actor, it’d take someone intimately familiar and close with 1.0 to spot any of the minuscule differences or cracks in his facade that couldn’t just be chalked up to.. fresh bein fresh, unpredictable and WACKY and weird and ever-changing (tho he’s actually way more predictable than he thinks, when emotions aren’t involved) and that thought makes me CRAZY.

1.0’s worst fears coming true and he takes it all to his grave to be replaced by one of only ones he could truly hate with his limited emotions, a copy of himself. and so the snake eats its own tail and the cycle continues, repeating on and on and on, fresh 3.0, fresh 4.0, the same song and dance of fixing the mistakes of the last before succumbing, messing up in one way or another. 5.0, 6.0, 7.0, 8.0, the metaphorical blood of their predecessors marking every step they take, forced to follow the steps to the letter. be more brutal, more funny, corrupt worlds faster and faster, never, ever stop to rest, or you’ll end up like those before you, waiting for the next wearing your face and name. knowing the limits more than anyone, their gods demanding perfection, no more, no less.

until the last higher-ups get bored, or decide to move onto something, someone new. no peace, no ‘justice,’ no mercy. and so it goes, and so it goes.

anyways since fresh 1.0 has 1990s furbies fresh 2.0 should have a 2006 purple funky furby he takes everywhere especially since the funky furby has a semi similar level of ridiculous rarity that fresh 1.0’s signature kid cuisine furby has IN THIS ESSAY,

(fresh 2.0 2005 furby manifesto under the cut! I'M DOIN IT!! and then it got very sad for him because i got carried away AGAIN uh oh,)

look at this little guy this is 2.0 all over!!!

also the 2005 furbies being made to replace the 1990s furbies once their sales were waning and keep up on current trends (specifically furreal friends at the time!) only to be discontinued and scrapped only a year or two into production.. and most people nowadays remember and love the first though technically less 'advanced' version of the furbies. while 2005s tend to be overlooked by the public at large as just a cliffnote. the metaphors write themselves bro!!!

they're also generally a lot more fragile (mostly based on my little black and white fellow from personal experience) than the original older furbies! their beaks are covered with rubber that degrades and rips very easily over time vs the original yellow plastic beaks, and they can move and stomp their feet vs the nonmoving fabric paws but those also have a tendency to break off! my 2005 boy is missin one of his feet and his beak rubber is gone but i love him..... his name is gizmo (because i was obsessed with both furbies and Gremlins (1984) as a kid) but ANYWAYS,

THE IDEA OF 2.0 actually breakin way more quickly than fresh 1.0 is smth i literally didn't think about until right this second but oh my god that's so compelling to me. idea - he thought he was better, immune to making the same mistakes, tying his self-worth to being BETTER than his predecessor - but when he crashes hard, he absolutely panics. he knows what he has to do, he knows he has to fix himself as fast as possible, he knows his deadline is coming soon and he's going to meet the same fate as the version of himself he gleefully replaced.

but his anxiety and frantic tries to prove he's still useful only make the fact that he's falling apart all the more obvious!! while he tries to push himself harder and harder! while in the weird limbo of refusing to admit to himself how bad his emotions and emotional spiral is becoming, because acknowledging it would open the floodgates and he'd break down completely - plus, look at what happened to 1.0 when he admitted his weakness! but on the other hand, he's struggling for his life to keep going on as if everything is fine in the face of absolute overwhelming terror, sadness felt for the first time, misery, unable to concentrate as his mind is rebelling against him, slipping up and tripping over his words as he tries to put up the image of the perfect parasite he was made to be.

look, see, he's trying! he's fixing it, he's going to make it better! just give him a little more time, please, just a little longer! he can fix it, he can fix himself, he's different, he can fix all the problems he's caused, he just needs a little more time.

should he run? can he ever escape from his creators, those fickle things practically his gods? where in the multiverse can he go that he wouldn't find himself? who would take him in? 2.0 cries for the first time, that day, and it sinks in that there's truly no going back.

some nights, jolting awake, chest heaving, 2.0 swears he can hear the echos of 1.0 laughing at him. fresh was right, after all. 2.0 really wasn't any better than him.

[bytez4life]

Aomine, Kise, and Murasakibara god they are just amazing but you know whats even more amazing about them when they refuse to admit they're a little spoon/sub its adorable and i love them so much omg

aomine, kise + murasakibara

tw; none

a/n; OH WOW YES </3 GREAT IDEA ANON + u didn't specify pronouns so i used gn, hope ur ok with that!

(+ i didn't want to include the sub part in this request, you can submit another one asking that if you want!)

aomine

- oh my god this one is the most stubborn one

- he 100% tries to put up the "im an alpha male >:(" front

- *gags internally*

- he finds comfort in your hugs, and he's yet to find out about your cuddles

- anyways, this man loves naps way too much

- (probably stayed up all night beating his me-)

- invites you over one day thinking you guys could just chill

- so how did he get into this situation?

~

"y/n, why are you like this?"

aomine grumbled, face tucked into your chest. he had mentioned once, only once, and now he was on his bed forced into this too-comfortable position.

"mm, you mentioned wanting to take a nap, so that's what we're doing."

"arg, yeah, but why are you the one holding me?!"

"because i can."

aomine let out a frustrated grunt, attempting to push himself up. he was soon pulled back down when you hooked an arm around his neck, making him lose his balance.

"stop whining like a baby, you're making the bed cold!"

accepting his fate, he allowed you to wrap your arms around him. despite his constant whining, both of you knew deep down he wanted this.

he's a tsundere, but he's your tsundere.

kise

- this mf would be too energetic man

- he's so talkative you'd probably have to tape his mouth shut to have a full night of sleep

- well i headcanon as someone who had to be that manly person because of his fangirls

- (yeah ik he hates them but who doesn't like praise + attention?)

- and he wants to impress you and keep you happy

- so one day after he got hit particularly hard by kasamatsu

- he came crying to you, so you did the only thing that made sense

~

"come here kise, why are you just standing there? didn't you say you wanted to cuddle?"

he looked at your expression for any sign of trickery, yes he did want to cuddle you but were you sure you wanted to hold him?

"like that? don't you want me to- AAAH!"

tired of his rambling, you had promptly picked him up and thrown him on the bed, flopping next to him. before he could protest, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his neck.

"shut up already, just relax alright? i don't know whats going on in that pretty brain of yours, but you can let it go for now."

oh yeah, he's definitely getting you flowers tomorrow.

~

murasakibara

- dude, the least concerned about what position he's in

- he just wants snacks and sweet candy

- unfortunately, that constant snacking finally caught up to him

- when his mom texted you if you would take your big baby of a boyfriend to get some cavities removed

- 😀⁉️

- you agreed nonetheless

- waiting outside of the room was a little stressful

- very funny when he finally came out, a sleepy giant of a man just allowing you to pull him along to the car

- when you got home you made him change the cotton pads in his mouth and rinse his mouth

- unbeknownst to you, you were about to deal with THE biggest baby in the world

~~

"but y/n-chin i want candy!"

"atsushi, no. the dentist said you could only eat solid food in 24 hours, which includes candy." you scolded, trying your hardest to push him back into your shared room. surprisingly, he was compliant when he was under anesthesia, allowing you to guide him to the large bed.

he sat on the edge while watching you with dazed eyes as you rushed around trying to get him prepared for bed.

"y/n-chin looks pretty."

that definitely threw you for a loop, choking on air as you fumbled with the clothes in your arms,

"uh, thank you you do too. now, lift your arms so i can change your clothes."

after you finished the tiring task, you flopped on the bed with a sigh ready to take a nap. you soon felt a hand grip your waist, and before you could look up murasakibara had already placed his head on your stomach and fell fast asleep.

--

"i did not do that."

"you totally did."

murasakibara narrowed his eyes at your form, reluctantly sipping on a smoothie you made him.

"i did not, you're making it up."

"then explain this."

you whipped out your phone, holding it up with a satisfied smirk. there on the screen was the purple-haired giant snuggled up on your midsection as you held him in your arms.

"why did you take pictures?"

"atsushi stop dodging the obvious and admit that you did do it."

"no."

"well i guess you arent getting any snacks from me-"

"im sorry."

"that's better."

@BYTEZ4LIFE - do not plagerize/copy

a/n: someone asked me this, but if you get ideas from me please tag me! its not really for credit but i want to see what you guys make <3

[baudelairebizarre]

why the "A Series Of Unfortunate Events" movie didn't work

If you are a fan of the movie pease don’t take offence. In fact, I have a selection of compliments for it. on the other hand, if you don't like the movie, I hope you understand my few praises. in the end, I hope that fans or haters will take my points as they are, opinions.

spoilers ahead

Cast

Some of the biggest highlights is Meryl Streep and Billy Connolly. Connolly’s Monty was warm, filling me with hope for the short amount of time we saw him. Streep does amazing as usual, delivering each line with the perfect amount of fear and justification, even sounding as if she often gave kids too villains on the daily.

Jude law is fine, narrating the movie in the role of Lemony Snicket, just as he does in the books, he often appears to add suspense with his jammed typewriter. Never seeing his face, the mysterious atmosphere of unsolved questions is added to by a foggy figure. Mr. Poe, played by Timothy Spell, does a fine job. Only appearing at the beginning and end of each time they spend with their guardian, he does the best he can with the time he’s given.

As for the children, Emily browning is by far the best. However, Sunny steals the show. Her quick quips and funny jokes can bring a small light to the miserable tale. Klaus is good, no complaints or major compliments.

One of my major issues with the movie is Jim Carrey’s performance. Yes, count Olaf is extravagant, Carey takes it to a whole other level. The flamboyant performance adds a comical Layer to the character which isn’t needed. He makes an idiot out of a rather smart individual, not many people could get away with such a plot, and Carreys Olaf definitely couldn’t. In no way is he believable and would not be able to get away with such plot.

Olaf as a character is funny, his silly costumes, the accents, the ideas, even the people he surrounds himself with. He is meant to be played by someone who is enjoying themselves. For me, Jim Carey is not having fun, he just wants to seem like he is.

Costumes/sets

One thing about this movie I can praise is the sets. Each distinctive location is given a distinctive colour palette, letting certain colours pop against the overall gloom of the story. The buildings are all marvellously done, the warm yellow hues surrounding montgomerys home and outfits contrasts the cold tones of Josephines house. Count Olafs house is dark, dirty and I believe they could’ve gone further with it. It looks messy, but clean and organised messy. As if he meticulously placed each item to look chaotic.

The 40s/50s Americana sketches from the book are turned upside down for this gothic, victorian aesthetic they decided on. Not that I’m against this change, I just find it interesting. As the books never specified when they are set, they are up for interpretation. The dark glow of the costumes add to a miserable feeling of dread. One costume change I did not like was them not giving Klaus glasses. His whole schtick was the fact that he read so much he needed glasses. Not to mention that the fourth book revolves around him wearing glasses, further proving that they never intended to adapt any more of the story. Also violets hair was a whole choice.

Why it was never going to work

Shoving three movies into one would never give the satisfaction that the books or show does. Around half an hour per guardian, the bond is never formed deep enough to make the falling apart have such impact. Moving the wedding to the end caused a dragging pace with having to add a whole other scene where they almost get hit by a train. Making Olaf get punished pushes even further that a sequel was never in consideration, also showing absolute cluelessness to what makes the books so good. The fact that he never gets punished adds to it individuality and its charm. The movie makers clearly didn’t understand it and that’s what makes it so disappointing.

[maniculum]

Bestiaryposting Results: Wimchlat

Very similar art this week, which kind of can't be helped because the entry does specifically say that it looks like a wolf with spots. There's some range here, though.

If you're not sure what this is about, you can find an explanation and previous posts here: https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting.

The entry artists are working from this week can be found here:

And if you want to participate in the next round, here's that entry:

...huh. I didn't realize which one was up next until I went looking for the link just now. That'll be an interesting artistic experience, I'm sure.

(Pursuant to some previous speculation on the "-bael" morpheme in the Dikebael and Dirubael, now I'm wondering if the "-at" morpheme in our randomly-generated words might have something to do with bodily waste.)

Anyway, this week's art is below the cut:

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) notes that their version ended up quite fluffy, which I have also noted and enjoyed. For some additional detail, which includes some interesting animal facts, click on the linked post.

@doodlebethel (link to post here) is joining us for the first time, and has drawn an excellent not-quite-a-wolf. I feel the depiction of it aggressively guarding that sparkly sand is very well-executed.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) has made the decision that the urine in question solidifies into a jewel basically immediately, which I think raises a lot of interesting questions (complimentary). Also, thank you for providing alt text.

@citrvsdrake (link to post here) observes that the creature hiding its urine sounds like cat behavior, so they leaned a little harder towards the leopard side than the wolf one. I think it came out well; an animal that is both relatively wolf-shaped and clearly feline has an interesting look to it.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) decided to base theirs on the maned wolf, which I think came out really well in this art style. I also like the decision to make the spots look like eyes -- together with the color scheme and the long limbs, it really has a fascinating (and slightly sinister?) effect. I kind of love this design, really. I want to know more about this creature. (Also, thank you for including alt text.)

@wendievergreen (link to post here) also decided to mix it up a bit animal-wise, and also landed on the maned wolf as an interesting non-wolf wolf option. It's also got ocelot features rather than leopard. I just really like the vibes here -- something about this art style is very charming to me. I'm not an art critic, so I can't elaborate on that. I would recommend clicking on the linked post, which has more information and also some tags I find quite funny.

On to the Aberdeen Bestiary!

... or not, actually. This is one of the folios missing from that manuscript, so the text actually came from Bodley MS 764, and we'll be taking the illustration from the Ashmole Bestiary.

That illustration doesn't help a whole lot, though it does also lean more feline, so we can get something there -- but I saw a number of comments saying that people had recognized it in the process of drawing, so it's probably no surprise that this is the lynx.

No, I don't know why people thought its urine turned into gemstones. Ask Pliny the Elder. (The supposed gemstone in question is called ligurius, by the way.)

I also don't know why the lynx in the Ashmole illustration appears to be having a staring contest with a ram... hold on, let me see something...

... okay, bestiary.ca doesn't have anything that explains that. It might just be an artistic decision. Things I did learn from bestiary.ca just now, though:

Ovid (yes, that Ovid) specified that the lynx's urine solidifies on contact with air, which means that those interesting questions (mostly along the lines of what is in that stuff) raised by CheapSweets's drawing are definitely still on the table.

Thomas of Cantimpre also says that the lynx has the hilarious combination of comic-book-style x-ray vision and a total inability to remember anything it's not currently looking at. So it can see through walls but just immediately forgets what it saw. I love that.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider

FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST

Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death

New spooky music???

My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks

Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER

Omg the greying hair is canon??

Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you

Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy

Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma

You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.

Getting such neurodivergent vibes

Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes

My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys

He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start

"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary

Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it

I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old

The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense

Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol

It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered

My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that

I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard

The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol

He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you

On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name

I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it

AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH

HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.

yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner

GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND

ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC

THE ADMIRAL

Awwww he's so cute with georgie

GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST

THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE

Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??

God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her

It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster

WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!

[moonesaiky]

Hi its the anonymous coward again!! First off, I did read all that (you underestimate how much I love all of this), and your art is amazing he's like a doll lmao I love him.

So questions. What exactly are the terms for Will and Ford's contract and what do they do now? I'm insanely curious. Also, what is Stanley and the twin's relationship like? I'd love to know you're au is so beautiful I wish to inhale it

Hello again Anom! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ Your questions make me very happy (you underestimate how much I love this) so keep asking as much as you want!!!

First question, The Terms of Ford's Contract, he managed to convince Will to have one of the replacement Hechmaniacs, he used exact words so that he could involve Will in this deal as well. The deal was basically for Ford to have control of one of the henchmaniacs so that he can use them to help him (he didn't specify a portal).

In other words, Ford is the being who control Will's soul, he can force Will to do things and he can use this to hurt Will. (Very similar to Ford accepting his mind at Bill's mercy, funny hm?) Second question,

Stanley is still very fond of the Twins, especially as he was one of the people who brought them up when they were babies. He is a more present and friendly “father” who plays with them and is usually the one who is with the Twins when they do shows at the Tent, taking care of any injuries or problems that may occur.

Unlike Ford who was a less emotionally present father but provided everything they needed and brought them up most of their childhood with Will.

The funny thing is, Stanley isn't a fan of babies at all, he's even afraid of them and that he might hurt them, so he was only more present for the twins after they were about 5 years old. Ah! I loved answering these questions, NEXT! ✨

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter: Chapter 10

A/N: Sorry for the longer wait this time. I procrastinated this so much ughhhh. Anyway :) thank you all for waiting, I apologize because this is more of a filler chapter plus its short :( CH 11 will be better I promise!!!!

Word count: 800 ish

Taglist: @abbiesxox @n30n-j3lly @weird-katthing @kayoyamamegame

This morning your alarm did not go off. Not by accident, you weren't late for anything, but because today was a rare rest day. Once in a blue moon, some of the higher ups on base call for a mandatory rest day, a welcome occurrence. You sighed and rolled over, the clock read 10:32 in the morning. You rubbed your eyes and clambered out of bed. In the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and put on a bit of makeup before changing into street clothes, no uniforms required on off days.

You exited your room and walked down the hallway, stopping by the mess hall, breakfast would be served until noon today.

On the way, you saw Ghost. Suprisingly, he was wearing casual attire, A black hoodie and grey sweatpants. The skull balaclava was still present, of course. He was on his way to the gym. You let your eyes linger for a few seconds before continuing on. They were serving waffles in the mess, still flavorless and rock solid, but it hits differently on a day off.

You decided to stop by your dad's office to bring him breakfast, knowing he would be in there working, even on his day off. When you stepped through the wooden door, you were met with the usual whirlwind of papers. Price was hunched over at his desk, a mess of documents surrounding him. He scribbled his signature on something before looking up at you. He smiled with tired eyes,

"Still hard at work on your day off?"

"War never sleeps," he yawns.

"I brought you breakfast," you say, setting the plate down on top of a folder.

"Thanks hun'" he said gratefully.

You lingered in the room for a moment before your dad spoke up.

"I'm suprised Ghost doesn't still have you training."

You chuckled, "Yeah, I saw him heading to the gym to work out by himself though."

"He told me you got... injured during your last session. He didn't specify what happened. Are you alright?" Your father said with a concerned expression.

Your face heated up as you remembered Ghost carrying you to the infirmary, "y-yeah, just passed out, dehydration probably." You said this fast, suddenly feeling awkward, even though your dad had no clue your Lieutenant had to bridal carry you to the medics.

"Take it easy alright kiddo."

"Uh-huh, yeah," you said, quickly exiting. You were blushing like mad with Ghost on your mind.

Fuck, you thought to yourself.

Remembering the brief moment the two of you spent together brought you a giddy feeling.

A feeling you remembered from your highschool days

You had a crush on Ghost.

The rest of the day was relaxed. You almost managed to forget about your earlier revelation.

Almost.

The thoughts still nagged at the back of your mind while you lounged around with the rest of the 141 minus Price and Ghost. You talked among yourselves while a show played in the background.

Soap noticed how spaced out you were.

"Ghost on the brain," he teased.

Your face reddened. "no..." you lied.

Gaz and Soap looked at eachother with knowing expressions.

"Y/N, we meant to tell you this earlier but..." Gaz started, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Ghost is... married."

You let the news sink in for a moment. Secretly, you were heartbroken, but you couldn't let your teammates know that.

"Oh... yeah, whatever," you brushed it off, but your facial expression gave everything away.

The two of them burst into laughter.

"Hey! it's not that funny, I didn't even like him" You pleaded, trying to save face.

Soap spoke as he caught his breath, "LT isn't married. *panting* we just wanted to... *he pauses to catch his breath* mess with you."

At this point, Gaz sat back up, having fallen backwards off the couch in his fit of laughter.

You just sat there, looking pissed. "That wasn't funny," you scolded.

"Oh so you did care?" Soap smirked,

"No... well I- no, but..." You gave up trying to explain yourself.

"At a loss for words hm?"

"Fine. Fine, I like him... I like Ghost," you finally admitted

The two men had shit eating grins on their faces.

You spent the rest of your day with Soap and Gaz, laughing about nonsense, gossiping, and just talking about anything and everything.

Today was a good day, You thought to yourself as you got under the covers.

But it's back to nose to the grindstone tomorrow.

[inlovewithregencyera]

Transcript under cut : )

Birchwood Hall, July 7th, 1818

Bute: You idiot!

Arthur: Father, please-

Bute: *slaps* YOU ARE AN IMBECILE!

Arthur: I TOLD YOU I WILL NOT MARRY HER! I AM NOT FIT FOR MATRIMONY!

Bute: DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME ARTHUR!

Arthur: I'm sorry, but you know I cannot marry her.

Bute: YOU CANNOT MARRY BUT YOU CAN SPEND ALL OF MY DAMN MONEY GAMBLING AND KEEPING CYPRIANS!?

Arthur: Sir, none of the women I keep are like her.

Bute: YOU FOOL! HER FAMILY OWNS DIAMONDS AS BIG AS YOUR HEAD AND YOU'LL SIT HERE AND TELL ME THAT YOU-

Arthur: SHE IS INCUBINIAN! THAT WILL BE A DISGRACE TO OUR FAMILY IF I MARRIED HER. IT WAS YOU WHO TAUGHT ME RACE MIXING WAS WRONG!

Bute: HER FATHER IS RICHER THAN THE DUKES OF HOLLOW AND WINSHIRE COMBINED! SURELY SHE CAN BE THE EXCEPTION.

Arthur: She can't be and she won't be. I'll not have children the color of mahogany.

Bute: You better be glad I didn't specify to her or her big broad of a brother which of my sons was inheriting Birchwood when I croak. NOW WHERE IS GEORGE?!

George: I am here sir…

Bute: CAPITAL! Georgie boy, you'll never believe the gift I’ve got for you!

George: Sir..?

Bute: Miss Aimée Sinclair! She's here from Icubina to find her a husband as her folks want her to marry a man of Isturian heritage, and I don't blame them. Your idiot brother ruined his chances so now you shall try to woo her!

George: Sir I can’t possibly do that…

Bute: Why can’t you boy? You’re just as good looking as Arthur!

George: Well, I am the second son...surely she'd prefer Arthur?

Arthur: I won’t have her.

Bute: Well, yes, but she doesn't know who was born first, and you'll never believe her dowry! 20,000 Isturos, can't beat that now can you boy?

George: You ask me to deceive her..?

Bute: No, *softly chuckling* no that's not what I ask. Who knows, Arthur may never marry and so therefore this will be all yours! It's not deception.

George: Father, I appreciate your efforts, but I cannot lie to her...

Bute: Is it because she's black George? Really? Believe me, I did try and find a half bred one but my efforts failed. But she's very pretty for an Incubinian!

George: No, sir, that's not the case at all. If it was the case, I dare say you raised us to believe we are superior to other races, but I don't follow your beliefs. I simply do not like lying.

Bute: DAMN YOU GEORGE THORPE! YOU'LL "LIE" TODAY!

George: I won’t sir.

Bute: YOU'LL DISOBEY YOUR FATHER AND GO AGAINST HIS WORD WILL YOU?!

George: Papa..

Bute: ANSWER ME BOY, WILL YOU DISOBEY YOUR FATHER AND GO AGAINST HIS WORD?

George: I do not mean to sir, but it's not the truth. I cannot pretend to be something I'm not. What would mama say?

Arthur: George…

Bute: YOUR MOTHER IS SIX FEET UNDER WHO GIVES A DAMN OF WHAT SHE WOULD SAY!?

Aimée: *gasp* Are they arguing? I don't like yelling that much. Do they do this often?

Villoria: Oh! *nervously laughing* No, not often at all. *fidgeting with hands* Men you know can sometimes be a bit rowdy...

Jacques: Je t'avais dit que c'était une mauvaise idée.. (I told you this was a bad idea...)

Aimée: Non, pas du tout. Leur façon de vivre me fascine! (No, not at all. Their way of living fascinates me!)

Villoria: Oh...I beg you not to speak Orleanian here. Papa doesn't like the language that much...

Jacques: Au diable les Isturish... (To hell with the Isturish...)

Aimée: Jacques, enough!

Bute: YOU ARE UNGRATEFUL! YOU AND YOUR BROTHER BOTH. ALL I'VE SACRIFICED FOR YOU, ALL I'VE DONE-

George: Father, please.

Bute: YOU WILL BE ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR TONIGHT GEORGE THORPE AND YOU WILL FLIRT WITH HER DAMNIT IF ITS THE LAST THING YOU DO

*Arthur giggling*

George: *launching at* WHAT'S FUNNY ARTHUR?

Arthur: Your predicament little brother.

George: IT SHOULD BE YOUR PREDICAMENT, YOU ARE THE ELDEST.

THIS IS UNFAIR, WHY CAN'T YOU DO YOUR DUTIES AND WHY MUST I ALWAYS PICK UP YOUR SLACK?

Arthur: BECAUSE SHE IS OF UNFORTUNATE HERITAGE. I WON'T BRING THAT CURSE ON TO MY CHILDREN, LOOK AT THE GREYS. GOD PUNISHED THEM FOR RACE MIXING THAT'S WHY LADY HARRIET-

George: DAMN IT ARTHUR YOU'LL NOT SPEAK OF ANY MEMBER OF THAT FAMILY IN MALICE AROUND ME!

Bute: STOP YELLING AT EACH OTHER BEFORE I HORSE WHIP THE LOT OF YOU!

*candelabra shakes*

*girls giggling*

*door opens*

Bute: Ahem. Mr. Sinclair, Miss Sinclair, allow me to introduce to you my son and heir George Thorpe!

Jacques: Hello, Mr. Thorpe. Jacques Sinclair.

George: A pleasure to meet you Mr. Sinclair. George Thorpe.

Villoria: *in head* HEIR?!

George: Hello, Miss Sinclair. You look lovely...

Aimée: Oh, thank you! You may call me Aimée.

George: *gulping* And you may call me George. *nervously* Now shall we go eat..?

*Bute loudly clears throat*

George: Will you allow me to escort you to the dining room, Aimée?

Aimée: Oh, yes thank you! I am honored.

George: *hands sweating* M-my pleasure.

Bute: Ah yes, fine lad my boy is.

*Jacques murmuring under breath*

Aimée: Yes, very fine indeed! I quite like his looks, your other son was most rude!

George: Madam I believe myself to be rather plain....

Aimée: Oh goodness! You're humble, an excellent trait for a man to have. I think we shall get along well, don't you?

*George gulps*

[captain-mj]

Can we get a part 2 of Eldritch King Köing and summoner Horangi 🤭

Part 1

Horangi didn't notice anything different. At first. He had dreams of deep water, the stars surrounding him, being held by something thousands of times bigger than him. It felt like a hand cradled his body, a warmth surrounding him that he had never experienced. A tingling sensation across his skin that, while not pleasurable, was also not unpleasant.

However, that wasn't unheard of for invokers. Sometimes you summon something and your mind has a hard time with it. No big deal. He brushed it and the nickname off.

Horangi sat through a very boring meeting. All of the invokers in the area tried to meet up occasionally, just to warn each other of anything they summoned that may be problematic. He noticed his debtor were absent.

Did Koenig...

"Unfortunately," Calisto appeared next to him, "they were found foaming from the mouth, driven insane."

"Oh..." Yep. Koenig. He shuddered.

"Invoker Horangi." The meeting leader called on him. "Anything you need to report?"

Horangi hesitated. "Possibly." This was embarrassing more than anything.

"...possibly?" She looked confused.

"Uh... I tried to summon my patron. And I may have summoned... Koenig."

She laughed. "What?? What do you mean Koenig?"

Horangi blinked, not sure if he should be offended or not.

"Oh, you're serious." She looked startled. "By accident?? You summoned the King of the Deep by accident??"

"I mean... When was the last time someone attempted to summon him?"

"You don't! Are you sure it wasn't a thing pretending to be him?"

Horangi glanced at the empty seats. "So you see... I struck a deal... I just wanted money, but..."

She stared at the seats and everyone realized. "You didn't SPECIFY???"

"I did!! I just... apparently... didn't do it well enough."

She shook her head. "I swear Horangi, you're a criminal..."

Stiletto chipped in. "And you're... okay?"

"I've checked. No signs of madness, hidden knowledge or sacred geometry. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"What did you offer him?"

"He did it pro bono. He thought I was funny." Horangi lied. No one accepted it.

"Their souls? Your soul?"

"Eldritch beings don't care about souls."

"Fuck, you're right. Your body as a vessel of destruction?" Calisto turned to him.

Horangi sighed. "I had sex with him."

They went quiet before someone uttered a very quiet "what"

"He fucked me. I don't know man. It was good. He didn't stay the night afterwards."

"You..." Stiletto rubbed her temples. "That was your plan?"

"No! It was not! He asked!"

"I cannot... fucking believe this...."

Horangi shrugged.

"So how big was it?" Declan asked.

Horangi thought about it and they all leaned in. "It's fourth dimensional. I mean... It was huge but it didn't make sense. Pretty sure he had shrunk down for me. Very nice of him honestly. I doubt I could have ever walked again if he hadn't fixed me afterward."

"My gods... And you just survived... That's crazy."

Horangi hummed. "Are we done now?"

"Done?? You fucked the King of the Deep and that's all you got? What happened afterward?"

"He left! I don't know!"

"Disappointing."

Horangi threw his hands up. He didn't want to mention that Koenig had called him Gemahlin. It felt... too... much. Too intimate.

So Horangi found a way to wiggle away from them and then went home.

"You summoned me?"

Horangi almost jumped out of his skin and spun around to face him.

Koenig had, mercifully, transformed back into what he looked like afterwards. Human, but very large. Tentacles and shadows snaked along the walls. "My Gemahlin."

"Look... I think we may have... um..."

Koenig moved in front of him, those giant eyes captivating him. He grabbed his face, his skin burned slightly, but Horangi found he did not mind. "You spoke my name."

"I didn't expect you to notice. I..."

"Of course I would if its you." Koenig purred, his hands settling on Horangi's hips.

Horangi realized this may be a problem. "Look... I'm not ready for marriage."

Koenig stared at him.

"I mean... You call me your wife and I appreciate it, though I would prefer husband, but I'm not really looking for such a big commitment."

Koenig continued to stare and it was only occurring to Horangi now that telling a creature capable of destroying his entire universe he wasn't interested may be a bad idea.

"I... would be open... to..." Horangi said shakily. Fuck. Fuck. Oh no. He had just damned the entire world to-

"Oh!" Koenig said cheerfully. "You wish to be courted first?"

"Yep! That's what I meant!" Horangi smiled awkwardly. "I want to be courted first. You're a... being beyond my comprehension so I doubt you'd do that for something as... insignificant as me."

Koenig smiled at him and grabbed him. "I will court you."

Oh no.

"Ah... Thank you."

Koenig covered Horangi's eyes and removed his mask. Horangi winced as the cold air hit his face before a pair of unnaturally soft lips pressed to his. They were freezing and they burned at the same time, but it was... pleasant.

"My Gemahlin."

Horangi felt words sparking on his tongue. They wanted to get out and he felt the pressure in his throat like something really was trying to fight it's way out of his mouth. Fear and curiosity fighting in his brain.

He opened his mouth slightly and Koenig's tongue pushed in. Horangi almost fell to his knees, completely unprepared for how he'd taste. Ambrosia maybe? Nectar? He found himself pushing back, licking at Koenig's lips to get entry. Horangi's hands shakily found their place on his shoulders and what he assumed were Koenig's hands gripped his hips.

He did not dare to open his eyes, worried of what he would see. When Koenig pulled away, his thoughts scattered before he felt him kiss his cheek. And then his jaw. And then down his throat.

"What are you doing?"

"You called my name."

"I was telling my friends what happened."

The atmosphere became suffocating. The air around him started to grow thick like honey.

"Why?"

"You killed some people. Had to explain why."

"They threatened you."

"Koenig, I only asked for money." Horangi said softly and things started to wriggle under his clothing. They groped at his skin, leaving hickey sized bruises.

"Are you... unhappy with me?" Why did he sound anxious? As if Horangi's thoughts meant anything? If Koenig so pleased, he could reach in and scramble those thoughts. Pluck them out and crush them.

Horangi squeezed the flesh he was holding, finding that he didn't mind that it writhed. Instead, he found himself curious. "No. I can't find it in myself to care they died. However, I am... a little unhappy."

There it went again. The air felt like gravel to breath.

"Why?" Koenig whispered meekly.

"Because you have done so much to me and I haven't been allowed to do much to you." Horangi reached for him, touching him all over.

"And what do you want to do to me?" Koenig's voice did something odd. It vibrated more, bouncing off the walls. A version of being breathless.

Horangi grabbed one of the tentacles and pressed slightly, hearing Koenig keen. "you have to stay human or you'll burst my eardrums." He reminded gently.

Koenig melted slightly and he felt him nod against his skin. Horangi continued to tug and pinch at the tentacles, finding what felt good and what felt didn't. It was difficult, Koenig trying his best to stay as quiet as possible.

Sound suddenly disappeared and Horangi jerked, worried he had went deaf. Koenig's voice broke through. "Protecting your sanity again. I'll stop if you do something wrong."

Horangi nodded and continued his slow exploration. He felt Koenig arch and twist, pressing into his touch and also tried to escape it. With two of his senses down, it was a bit difficult and then he got idea. He tried to see where Koenig was the most sensitive, searching and leading his hands down. Eventually, Koenig got what he wanted and led his hands to a patch of smaller tentacles. Koenig trembled, the air vibrating around them with the slightest brush of Horangi's hand.

A God broken down so easily.

Horangi leaned down and lapped over. It tasted like Koenig's mouth which was great for Horangi. Maybe not so good for Koenig. He started to twirl the tentacles around his mouth and he had to grip the God to keep him from moving away.

In his head, Koenig's voice bounced around. "Horangi, Horangi, Horangi." He started to pinch and stroke the ones he didn't have his mouth.

Horangi slowly pulled away, feeling the strings of saliva connecting them.

"Do not tease me, Gemahlin." His voice commanded, still only in his head. More a giant thought than a real audible sound.

"What will you do if I keep teasing? I feel I deserve to tease you a little."

Koenig didn't get a chance to respond as Horangi sucked one of the tentacles hard. It felt so soft. Tasted divine.

"I... I am close..." Koenig grabbed his hair and tried to tug him away gently, but Horangi didn't let up. He felt him shudder but there was no release like a human. Just a pleasant warmth over Horangi's tongue. Horangi pulled back and his hearing returned.

Koenig's voice broke into his thoughts. "I have never... done that before. It felt very pleasant."

Horangi hummed and got up, planning to just ignore his own erection. Koenig wasn't about to do that though. He undid Horangi's clothing and took his cock out of his pants

"Too many teeth for me to do what you did." Instead, something slick wrapped around him, stroking him. Horangi moaned loudly and immediately started to wiggle. It felt so nice. The pleasure wasn't nearly as overwhelming as before.

Koenig kissed all over his skin. Along his inner thighs and his throat and down his back, despite being pressed against him.

Horangi came all over himself. Koenig hummed. "You taste... nice."

Horangi blushed and tried to pull away, but he picked him up. Koenig took him to bed, laying him down. "I will court you in the morning."

"Why do you like me so much?"

"I don't know. You're not that different from other humans. But something about you... draws me in."