#couch is always buddie xD

[theladyyavilee]

someone might have already said this, I’ve been a little mia, buuut now that I have thought about it more, the couch scene actually makes so much sense?

the thing is, we’ve only been considering the couch metaphor from a meta standpoint - and don’t get me wrong, that is def an important aspect and they have been using it as such, for examply by showing us that the answer to the couch question is eddie’s couch (thank you 6x12 couch scene my most beloved <3) - but in that we are kinda forgetting that in contrast to the other metaphors (most notably heart and water metaphors <3) the couch metaphor first and foremost isn’t a meta metaphor, it is buck’s metaphor and thereby the only metaphor that the characters are actively aware of and so while the meta aspects of it definitely are at play (and in my opinion do hold up, because of course he has grown, but not yet enough and so this time the couch choice is half his own, while half still put on someone else again, and he still doesn’t see the one right in front of him) more importantly buck is actively trying to use the couch metaphor and is actively trying to put it into play by being proactive, but it also means that the couch metaphor is not infallible, because buck is not infallible

from buck’s perspective, natalia is a good candidate and he didn’t compromise on his own boundaries for her and she still came back and stood beside him through the emotional mess that was kameron having the baby even tho that was what originally made her run - of course he would want the couch metaphor to work for the two of them (people have said it before, but it bears repeating: buck is not omniscient, he does not see the narrative signs for why he and natalia are doomed!) and of course that would make him actively put the couch metaphor into play, it’s almost like a test, like him asking can we actually ‘pick a couch’ together that works for both of us synonymous with him asking if they actually fit (which is a big step up, because it IS him making that choice and him recognizing that ‘picking a couch’ kinda needs to be a both partners kinda thing and a compromise, not him accepting couches that are hoisted on him) - and only s7 will tell us and more importantly buck the answer to that, even tho we as the audience know that the couch buck is at ease on is already out there and waiting for him to see it <3

[moxfirefly]

"I'm not letting them go. They're mine. They've always been mine."

For a bestie mikey who is jealous, someone's taking readers' attention away from him?

These quotes are hard to work with XD

Ray, my beloved. Always coming in clutch 🤌

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

Mikey felt a stirring next to him that prompted him to open his eyes. The midnight nap he’d decided on when you had sat next to him was disturbed and he wanted to groan displeased.

“Sorry Mike, I gotta use the bathroom be back in a sec.” That gentle hushed tone only served to help him drift back, almost at least. Woefully he accepted his best friend having to leave for a few minutes.

It was something of tradition at this point, falling a sleep next to you during movie nights. Mikey had wordlessly cemented the fact that he got to sit next to you and you had reinforced it by always finding your place next to him.

He took the second to stretch out, enjoying the pops of each achy limbs, patrol had been a bitch a few hours ago. He saw Leo konked on the armchair, Donnie in the kitchen making more popcorn as a sleepy April scrolled through Netflix to find something else to play.

“—Well im gonna need you in a bit to measure again, probably tomorrow too”

Raph’s voice rang from behind where he was sat on the couch. Mikey looked back to see him talking to you and holding your arm extended.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” He asked mocked annoyed as he used his pointer and thumb to measure your arm.

“Because I wanna win $100 bucks at work” You laughed when he moved to your other arm to do the same.

“What fucking weird job makes an ugly Christmas sweater competition?” He used both his hand to grab your waist, using it as reference for the torso of the sweater.

Mikey raised a brow ridge, why had he felt a pulse of something when he saw his brother man handling you.

“Hey if I win you’ve got $50 waiting for you, so make it as ugly as possible.” You arched your neck when he wrapped a hand around your neck and mumble something, clearly mapping out the measurements in his head.

That, yeah that felt really weird in the bottom of Mikey’s stomach. Why did Raph have to loom over you, hand around your pretty neck and smiling to himself.

“Well come by this week, I’m gonna need you while I’m making it.” He finally let go of you, and it took a second of trying to think straight to not jump Raph.

“Mikey and I are playing that new game where you romance all the hot people—“

Donnie piped in, “Baldur’s Gate.” You threw him a finger gun for the assist.

“Well ya think you can detach yourself from numb nuts for a few minutes at a time?” He asked playfully.

“Well you’ve got her measurements what more do you need, dude?” Mikey finally spoke up, making Raph and you turn towards his groggy annoyed face. “I got an idea but I gotta re-adjust or re-make whatever don’t come out right.” He spoke matter of fact, his gaze was mocking him.

“I can’t just take breaks between.” You offered to ease the sudden tension in the air.

“I’m sure Mikey can survive five minutes without ya, right buddy?” He clamped both hands on your shoulders and smiled at his youngest brother. “Man quit being handsy with her.” It came out before he could really assess what his mouth had vomited out. Under a different tone of voice it could’ve been taken playfully but this was the full opposite.

“Chill man, I ain’t stealing ya girl.” He chuckled and if Mikey could blush he would. He glared at Raph, not noticing your own blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Looks like it since you wanna keep her all week.” He was getting up now, less groggy and more peeved than anything.

“Mike—“ Your voice was gentle trying to ease the fast approaching boiling tension in the air.

“Aww, Mikey’s worried his bestie’s gonna be my bestie all week? Man just let it go.” Raph wasn’t even remotely serious poking fun at his younger brother.

“Im not letting her go. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.” He shot a deep glare at Raph, who face quickly fell upon hearing those words.

It took a few seconds for Mikey to fully comprehend what he had said and the implication behind it. His eyes went wide, landing on your own wide eyes and the blush that scattered itself further down your chest.

Fuck, what had he done?

[lover-of-mine]

Hi! i was reading this lovely post of yours, and i got stuck on you mentioning that buck's neutral color is grey. because when i made my cheers post i thought "aw they're wearing the same colors in both scenes. except their saturation(?) are reversed? idk what that means but it's nice to look at :D". (it made me feel like watching gifsets of madney's pregnancy reveal scenes and realizing they're wearing the exact same colors :D) but after reading your post i went back to look at mine and i'm realizing i actually can't tell if buck is wearing dark grey or dark brown??? but both colors work with the scene, and so does the ambiguity. it's the end of this brown era for buck. it's the start of a "coming back (coming home👀) to his colors" era.

Also, seeing eddie go from maroon to pink is really interesting. i don't remember what are your thoughts/analysis of eddie and maroon but i know you've mentioned it before.

Maybe the next Buddie Couch scene, they'll be wearing black and white? i wouldn't know how to interpret that xD but it would make a really nice gifset

Hello love, I did write a meta on Eddie and the maroon, it goes with my Buck and green post (tho my conclusion there might be off because something I forgot to consider when adding the pink from the bachelor party is that that is a costume, so different rules), but I'm pretty sure Buck's jacket is supposed to be black. I think they are in a weird mirror of the bachelor party tbh. But they are also in a switch of saturation from recovery.

Buck is inverted, he is in a black jacket and dark green shirt, contrasting the white and mint, and Eddie has the pink shirt with the raised collar in contrast to the way he lost his shirt the last time, he lost the rest this time. The pink actually pays into the sense of naivety, they were using that a lot in s7 in that sense, and it's interesting considering maroon can be used to demonstrate wisdom, so the contrast of Eddie allowing himself to let go in the "naive" color and Buck searching for advice while Eddie is in the wisdom color is fun when you consider the visual parallels between recovery and confessions. They're both starting over in a sense. I do think that Buck is finally going to allow himself to find color again, and the use of green as Buck's something wrong color will always be fascinating because it is a color associated with growth and new beginnings, so even if he's being misguided, he is allowing himself the opportunity to reach for more, that paired with the brown, that has the whole stability and warmth connotations paired with the isolation and loneliness connotations, means Buck is in a very interesting spot to go back to his bright blues and reds.

I don't know about the black and white specifically, but I am maybe 75% sure that Edddie will play in lighter colors while searching for his true color (Eddie's yellow here we go) while Buck goes back to the darker colors while trying to go back to his blue. Honestly, I would expect Eddie in pastel colors while Buck is moving around darker ones, most likely going back to grey tones, leaving the brown that's been heavily associated with Tommy behind, and navy blue.

(Madney blue and red of parenting my beloved)

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Can I request a Chris Pontius x Female!Readee imagine about Chris Dating the reader who is Steve-O’s sister who is the complete opposite of him?

Total(y Shirtless) Gentleman

When Y/N gets dragged along to her brother’s house party, all she can think about is how much she’d rather not be there- that is, until she meets someone who makes her change her mind.

Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

1.1k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, mention of drug use, fighting, flirting, crude language, drinking

An: Thank you so much for your request!! I always love writing for Chris :) he is such a sweet guy! As a note I also do not have a brother (add that to the list with being married and having a baby) so yet again I do hope this is accurate to real brother behavior. I really enjoyed where this fic went and would be totally down for writing another part if anyone would be interested! I know I wrote it but I really wanna see where this goes XD Anyways, thank you for requesting and please keep the requests comming!!!

Your brother made a living shoving things up his ass and swallowing goldfish on MTV, while you couldn’t even shotgun a beer. That’s how you ended up in this situation; on his shitty couch he got off a street corner, drenched in cheap booze at a house (apartment) party you didn’t even want to be at. Steve invited you and you were too nice to turn him down, even though you knew you had an essay to work on. Still, you tried to have fun and as the night went on and the AMs hit, he got the genius idea to show you how to ‘just drain a fucker’ as he put it. Even though all you really wanted was to be at home, you forced a smile because, while he was an ass at times, he was your brother, and you really did love him, even with all the crazy bullshit he got you into.

Not noticing your pretty apparent discomfort at the mess on your shirt through his drunk goggles, Steve roughly slung an arm around you, cheering with the rest of the party’s patrons. You were distracted by the feeling of the beer seeping through fabric and sticking to your skin to notice when your brother pulled someone out of the crowd and onto the couch next to him, eagerly introducing this stranger, “Oh! Hey- hey, Y/N! This here’s my buddy Chris!” Your head went up from trying to figure out if you could see your bra through your shirt and to the man on the far side of the couch who was smiling at you. Squinting through the dimness, you completely forgot about the beer. He was hot- really hot, and there was something about him, maybe the long hair or the way he carried himself that seemed to just captivate you. Steve’s intoxicated rambling turned into background noise, “Dude, he’s, like- the raddest dude I know. One time-“ his attention slipped away when someone tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear, quickly whisking your brother away and leaving you alone with Chris.

“Did you spill something on your shirt?” In contrast to some of the awful flirting attempts you had heard from guys, this seemed like a genuine question. You played it safe anyways, speaking up over the loud music of the party, “Uh, yeah. I can’t really walk around like this…” Before you could say anything more, he was talking off his orange Black Flag t-shirt, smiling like a golden retriever, “Oh, here!” You could see the contours of his tan muscles, ogling his biceps so hard you had to remind yourself not to stare, tearing your eyes away from his Adonis-like physique. Was he actually going to give the shirt off of his back to a complete stranger? “A-Are you sure?” Chris shrugged, smiling, “Yeah! I don’t even like wearing clothes anyways!”

As one would expect, Steve wasn’t exactly happy to see his sister wearing his best friend’s T-shirt. He grabbed the hem to examine it, squinting with deibeleif, “This isn’t…who- is this Chris’ shirt?” You knew how he would react but you still felt compelled to tell the truth, speaking as nonchalantly as you could muster as you leaned against the wall, “Yeah.” His eyes went wide. Every muscle in Steve’s body seemed to tense in a second and all of the substances coursing through his body did nothing to tamp down his overprotective brother instincts, “Why the hell’re you wearing Chris’ shirt- and where is he?!” He always assumed the worst with you, but if there was one place you wouldn’t want to be, it was on the receiving end of Steve’s wrath after someone hurt his sister. “Hey, w-'' Though you tried to stop him, he stormed off down the hallway before you could explain anything.

“What the fuck were you doin’ with Y/N?” Even though Chris had at least fifty pounds on your brother, Steve grabbed and yanked him away from whatever conversation about surfing he was having with ease, dragging him to one corner of the party. Pontius, confused, held up his hands in surrender at his seemingly uncalled for aggression, “What? She spilled beer on herself, dude- I just gave her my shirt!” Steve knew guys, and he knew that couldn't be true. Though he let go of his gator grip on his thick bicep, the sheer rage in his eyes didn’t leave just yet, not quite believing him, “That’s it? You seriously didn’t do anything?” Chris had known Steve for years and for everything the two of them had done together he had never seen him this pissed. He swallowed, “Nothing! Promise!” Your brother sighed in relief at his earnest response, but of course Pontius, who had a tendency to be honest to a fault, just had to open his mouth, “I mean, she is pretty hot, but-“

“You stay away from my sister!”

As all of this happened, you were completely unaware of this exchange, blissfully ignorant until you went squeezing through crowds, searching for Chris near the end of the night. It’s actually surprisingly hard to pick a shirtless guy out at a house party. When you did eventually find him, you leaned over towards him, tapping him on a well defined shoulder, “Hey, I just-“ He jumped a little, still shaken up from Steve’s little outburst earlier in the night. Of course, you assumed you were the source of his surprise so your eyes widened in panic, words coming out like little mousey squeaks, “Oh! I’m sorry- I just, uh- I just wanted to know when I could get this back to you? The shirt, I mean.” After a second, Chris eyed the room, shooting a glance behind him before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his BlackBerry. He hit a few buttons before glancing up at you, his voice low but still with that sweet quality you heard from him before, “Tomorrow works for me. What’s your number?”

Was this real? This super hot guy was asking for your number? It was like your heart was going to leap out of your chest as Chris chuckled, “I mean, so you can give it back to me! We should meet up or something.” Is that a date? Holy shit. You meet a guy, he gives you his clothes, he asks for your number, and now you have a date with him. This is the type of thing you only fantasize about and see in movies. Your face was red as a tomato as you smiled, nodding as you pulled out your phone, “Uh, sure! Yeah!” Maybe that party was worth going to anyways.

[rachi-roo]

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Buddies Daddies: Play your cards right

Hi ho, peepo! This is the first tiggle fic I've written in quite some time, forgive me if I'm a little rusty dusty with my wording or if it's too long XD

Tw: Tiggles

Summary: TK fic. Switch roles.

Miri and her two fathers are trying to enjoy a game on a rainy day but Rei's lack of smiling needs to be fixed!

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Saturday came once again for the oddly bound family of three. Two hit-men and their adopted daughter.

Today was special, special because there was nothing special. Kazuki and Rei had no jobs scheduled and of course, Miri didn't have any preschool to attend. Unfortunately, on this day they all had spare, it was pouring rain outside, so that ruled out any chances of visiting the park or even going for a walk. Stuck inside together, all day.

But that was okay! There were plenty of activities to keep all three occupied.

"Papa! Papaaa!" Rather, whatever interesting-looking item little Miri found that might get them to play with her.

"Papaaaaa!" The excited young girl rushed to find her fathers, clutching a small box to her chest. The two men sat in the lounge, the blonde sat at the dining table, using his free time to check up on various parenting techniques online while the other sat staring vacantly at his video game on the couch.

"Look! Look!" The girl batted at Kazukis leg with the box she had found, wanting him to take it.

"Hey, what you got there? Huh. Uno? I haven't seen this in a long time." He chuckled, turning the box over, and reading its contents with a smile. "It's a game? Right?" Miri queried, pulling herself up onto Kazukis lap.

He petted her hair, opened the box, and showed her some of the colorful cards. "Yep. It might be a bit complicated for someone your age-"

"I wanna play! I'm big! I can play it!" The child puffed her cheeks in protest, looks like they didn't have a choice. The blonde sighed with a chuckle, closing his laptop.

"Okaaay, maybe papa Rei wants to play too." He chuckled, smirking at his roommate, who returned an un-amused glare before shaking his head in protest.

<Ten minutes later>

"BINGO!" Miri cheered, slapping down a blue seven on top of a green two. Rei gave an exasperated sigh, this kid was un-teachable.

The blonde chuckled, sitting beside the hopeless child on the floor whilst Rei refused to give up his spot on the couch. Despite the fun game the three were playing together, he was still wearing his signature 'resting bitch face'. Miri wasn't having it today.

She held up a skip-go card in her tiny hand, waving it at Rei angrily. "No more grumpy! You're banned from grumpy!"

"That's not how that works." He deadpanned, looking at Kazuki as he laughed. "Sure it is! C'mon, just give us a cheeky grin, papa Rei~" The teasing wasn't going to work, Rei just glared harder, he always hated when they made fun of his lack of smiling, it ruined his cool bad-ass aesthetic.

Miri grew more irritated, thumping her hands on the table, and scattering the cards slightly. "I want papa Rei to smile! Papa Kazukiiiii!" Kazuki looked between the two before smirking at Rei. "I think I know what to do."

Rei instantly knew what Kazuki was thinking, this was a technique that had been used on him only a few times before. An evil torture method. Quickly shifting his weight as Kazuki pounced upon him, Rei managed to pin the blonde on his back with ease. His arms were trapped by his sides as the cool-tempered assassin straddled his waist, trapping him on the couch cushions.

He struggled underneath his partner, huffing as he realised he was stuck good. "Damn it! I thought cold-blooded guys had slower reflexes."

"Very funny." A set of nimble fingers appeared from nowhere, wriggling into the stuck man's ribs through his thin shirt. The feeling made Kazuki gasp and buck his hips suddenly, letting out a strained squeak.

"Wahait! Wait wait wait! Rehehei!" His begging fell upon deaf ears as his attacker casually poked and squeezed up and down each rib.

"Stahap! Rei! Rh- C'mon!" Kazuki tugged and twisted his arms, finally managing to pull one free, an uno reverse card gripped between his thumb and finger. "Ha! Reverse card bozo!" He grinned, grabbing Rei's hoodie collar and throwing him onto the floor with a thud.

"Oh no you don't!" Rei tussled with Kazuki, grabbing his wrists, and wrestling for dominance against the oncoming tickle attack. Miri cheered Kazuki on, clapping excitedly as she jumped on the spot.

"Get him papa! Make papa Rei smile!"

"I'm trying! He's too squirmy! Move ya arms darn it!" For a split second, Rei's arms out of the way, that second was all Kazuki needed. He stuck his hands up under his victim's arms, instantly getting locked in as Rei clamped down, his cheeks puffed up as he held onto his breath. Tensing up as he tried to activate the 'I'm not ticklish' thing before it was too late.

Kazuki grinned, he had the guy right where he wanted him. "Awww, giving me the silent treatment now? Can't hold your breath forever buddy boy~" Kazuki chuckled, trying to wriggle his fingers in their snare.

Rei shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, his cheeks turning a rosey pink as the tantalising teasing got to him. He wasn't going to break. Not now. Not ever-!

"Aaaalrighty then, you've given me no choice!" Kazuki exclaimed, sucking as much air into his lungs as possible before burying his face into the crook of the dark-haired man's neck, unleashing an earth-shaking raspberry onto his vulnerable skin.

Rei's eyes shot open in shock. The gates were open and there was no going back. His head flung back, mouth agape as loud boyish laughter filled the atmosphere. Along with it came a smile. Bright and precious.

"Stahahap! Kaz! Kahahaz! G-Get the f-"

"Ah ta ta ta! No swearing in front of little Miri." Kazuki scolded, finally able to free his hands and attack Rei's unsuspecting tummy, shaking his digits into the toned abs.

"This isn't f-AHAHAIR!" His legs flailed behind Kazuki, pushing and dragging along the floor in desperate attempts to buck the blonde off. It was no use. Once the laughter started, all his strength seemed to be sapped away with each breath. No matter how much of a grip he had on Kazukis wrists, he couldn't budge them. The fuzzy sensation in his belly was his krypnonite.

"Yaaaay! Papa Rei's smile is so big!" Miri giggled as she perched on the tabletop, looking down at her flustered father's fight for freedom.

"Isn't it? He's a little sweetheart really. And now you know how to make papa Rei smile whenever you want!" Kazuki chuckled, blowing another raspberry on the poor man's neck as he desperately pushed on Kazukis shoulders.

"Stahap! Gehet offa' me! Ahaha!" This evil torture continued for only a couple minutes, which seemed like ours for Rei, when Kazuki finally let up. Looking down at his flustered, tired-out friend with a cheery grin.

A set of small hands patted Rei's dark hair as he panted, looking up to see Miri standing by his side, giggling. At least she was happy.

Rei gave one last, brief, smile at her before it faded and he turned his attention to beating Kazuki with a cushion. He hadn't been tickled like that in quite some time, but he knew there was going to be a lot more coming his way in the days to come.

And it wasn't all that bad.

[thatbigbisexual29]

Play with us, Papa Rei! (Buddy Daddies)

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ALL OF US TO YOU! WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY TO WE CAN PARTY TOO HEY! Ayooooo happy birthday to my dearest and bestest friend on this site, @giggly-squiggily !!!!!!!! Gonna be honest, I had this one saved and unfinished in my drafts and thought "She would love this!" so HERE WE ARE!!!!! Like I said in a message before, I'm super glad to have you as a friend! I truly appreciate you and your friendship, you've even inspired me to post some of my own fics! (Which was not as scary as I thought it would be XD Sorry this is a bit late, but I hope you enjoy it! This one is for you :3 And again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

The days when Miri was home from school were probably the most eventful days Rei’s ever experienced in his life. She was such a wild bundle of energy that he could barely keep up sometimes. Thank god Kazuki was there to help out. Even though he barely acknowledged it or said anything, he genuinely loved and appreciated the help the older man gave. And now was no different. She asked, no, demanded that the two build her a massive pillow fort to her liking. And since they couldn’t say no to her cute face, they got to work. Soon enough, all the couch cushions, pillows, and blankets in the house had been used to make a, quite honestly, impressive pillow fort in their living room. And Miri was so overjoyed.

“Thank you Papa Rei! Thank you Papa Kazuki!” she squealed, diving into the opening. Kazuki momentarily panicked as she jumped in with no caution for the structure of the fort! But, he soon relaxed as he saw their girl laughing happily.

“Papas! You need to come in here!” she claimed, grabbing Kazuki by the wrist and pulling him in, giggling loudly at his grunt of surprise. He chuckled and cuddled close to her, making her laugh even more.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Miri! I was afraid I would go cold and hungry this night, but you have saved me! How can I ever repay you??” The blonde man played up, relishing in his daughter’s squeals. Rei lifted up the blanket entrance and watched them, the slightest smile on his lips. He was proud of this. It wasn’t a shabby job, at least not to him, and Rei knew he was going to be invited in by both Miri and Kazuki. As comfy as the inside looked, it would probably heat up real quick. Not to mention he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. So he dropped the blanket curtain and attempted to make his leave.

“Papa Rei, wait!” Miri cried, poking her head from the fort. Rei sighed. Busted. “You need to play with Papa Kazuki and me in the fort! Pleeeeeeeeease???”

“Yeah, pleeeeeeeeease Papa Rei?~” Kazuki also poked his head from the blanket, smirking and egging the former assassin on. With a quiet groan, Rei obeyed their orders and crawled into the space with cheers from the two invitees.

“So! What are we gonna do now, Miri?” Kazuki asked, a big grin on his face. With a starry-eyed look, she ran out the fort yelling behind her, “Let me get my things!” Rei glared at Kazuki, mentally cursing him out for the fate the younger man just exposed them to. The little girl rushed back with an armful of bright hair clips that immediately made the men cringe.

“Let me do your hair Papas!” she asked loudly. And it was less of an ask and phrased more like ‘I’m going to do your hair whether you like it or not.’ Kazuki, of course, didn’t mind. Rei was against this idea entirely. But, like always, he couldn’t say no. Kazuki was first and mixed in with sitting still for Miri to finish his hair, he also had to keep Rei from escaping constantly. After Miri was done making Kazuki a “pretty lady” (Rei chuckled at that), it was Rei’s turn to have all the attention on him. Miri held up a bunch of sparkly bows that she could put in Rei’s hair. The man sat still for several moments as he took in the sight of the bows… then he raced for the exit.

“Wh- REI GET BACK HERE!!!” Kazuki exclaimed, grabbing the former assassin around the waist and falling to the floor with him. “If I have to put silly bows in my hair, then you do too!”

“Never!” Rei shouted as he reached for the door, so close to the outside! Then, Rei felt a poke to his armpit that made him shoot his arm down with a squeak. He turned to look at Miri, who poured angrily yet adorably at the man.

“Papa Rei!” she fussed. “You promised you would play with us! Good daddies don’t make bad promises!”

Kazuki grinned immediately while Rei furrowed his brows with guilt. She was right. He had promised. But then again, that was when he had gotten home from a long day and was half asleep. It technically didn’t count! But he couldn’t let her down… it’s decided then. He will play with his family! … That doesn’t mean he won’t be hard to get though!

“If you tell Papa Kazuki to let me go…” he looked at Miri with a mischievous half-grin. “I’ll tell you where he hides his chocolate pudding!”

Miri gasped excitedly while Kazuki made sounds of betrayal.

“Rei!!! You can’t just do that to me! And Miri! Don’t even think of switching sides! We’re putting bows in his hair whether he likes it or not!” Kazuki declared as he now wrapped his arms around Rei’s chest to keep him in place.

“But Papa Kazukiiiii! I want chocolate pudding!” Miri whined. Rei struggled in Kazuki’s grip, he was stronger than he remembered, as he kept his grin. The pair knew she would start helping Rei as soon as she could. To get her back on track, Kazuki reached out one hand and quickly scribbled his fingers against her belly. Miri squealed with laughter and backed away, holding her tummy as she giggled.

“This is no time for chocolate pudding, Miri! We have to-” Kazuki paused. An idea formed in his head. Rei acted as if he’d read Kazuki’s mind because they made eye contact and the former assassin shook his head feverishly.

“Kazuki, no!” Rei said in a hushed panic. Kazuki only grinned evilly.

“Kazuki yes!! Miri, help tickle Papa Rei!” Kazuki quickly sat on Rei’s thighs as he forced his arms above his head. Huh, he was faster than Rei remembered too.

“Will I get-?” Miri began before Kazuki shouted, “YES you’ll get chocolate pudding!”

“Weeeeee!” Miri squealed as she ran over. Kazuki already started on scratching over Rei’s ribs, giggling at how Rei immediately squeaked at the touch. The former assassin pursed his lips together and puffed out his cheeks in an effort to keep the laughter in. Miri, who began repeatedly poking his side, laughed at his funny face.

“Hahaha! Papa Rei’s making a pooping face!” Miri exclaimed. Kazuki immediately started laughing at her declaration, as he found it hysterically accurate. And with the combination of Miri’s joke, their combined laughter, and the hands tickling over his ribs and sides, tipped the scales a lot quicker than anyone anticipated. Rei started giggling and quietly laughing with his family.

“Aha!” Kazuki barked as he caught these adorable sounds. “Hear that, Miri? He’s laughing! We’re one step closer to getting him to surrender!”

Miri squealed happily and began to use both her hands to poke Rei’s sides, all the while she chanted the words ‘chocolate pudding’ over and over again. Rei shook his head back and forth with glee, smiling wide and freely as Kazuki turned his hand into a claw and vibrated them in between his ribs.

“Khehehehehehe! Ahahahahahahahaaaa! Sttthhahahahahahahap! Get off mehehehehehehe! M-Mirihihihihihi, quihihihihihihit it! Kahahazukihihi, knock it ohohohohoff!” Rei wheezed with laughter as he addressed the man above him and the girl beside him. He rocked his torso back and forth as the two continued to tickle the former assassin silly.

“Papa Kazuki! Let’s get his tummy!” Miri said. Kazuki gasped with delight as Rei groaned in despair.

“That’s a great idea Miri!” Kazuki said as he shoved Rei’s shirt up to his neck. Rei continued to shake his head no, but his smile didn’t leave his face at all. “Alright, Miri! Should we do raspberries or nibbles?”

Rei’s eyes shot wide open at the question and he tried to sit up and pull his hands away. Miri placed her finger to her chin and pondered, humming in thought. Rei tried hard to yank his wrists from Kazuki’s hand, but that bastard just kept him still using his other hand! Rei growled at him and Kazuki stuck out his tongue.

“Raspberries!” was Miri’s decision.

“Raspberries it is then! You ready, Rei?~” Kazuki cooed at his partner, wiggling his eyebrows at the younger man. Rei attempted to scowl at the blonde, but his wavering smile would not leave his features. Then he jerked and barked out a laugh as Miri blew a raspberry on the former assassin’s side. Miri giggled hysterically at his reaction.

“That’s not funny Miri!” Rei fussed, blushing like no one’s business. Kazuki and Miri began laughing again.

“Of course it is, Rei!” Kazuki exclaimed. He was next to dip his head down to Rei’s smooth belly and blow a torturous raspberry.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohohokay- ohokay. Thahat’s enough. That’s enoHOHAHAHAHAHAF! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! Ehehehehehehehehehe! C-C’mohohon! Youhu guys!” Rei tried to argue, but he was interrupted by the two taking turns and blowing raspberries until his wheezy laughter turned silent.

After one final raspberry from Kazuki, the blonde man let go of the former assassin and scooped Miri in his lap so they could give him a break. The younger man immediately curled up after being let go and panted, still giggly after the whole ordeal. Miri covered her mouth and giggled with him while Kazuki took in the sights and sounds fondly.

“So,” he started, “you gonna actually play with us now?”

Rei peeked his eye open and looked at the two, noticing how big Miri’s eyes were, hopeful that he’d say yes. Rei just chuckled and pat her head.

“Yeah, I’ll play.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!” Miri squealed at the top of her lungs. She wiggled out of Kazuki’s grip and jumped onto Rei’s arm, flopping over him and laughing while he grunted. The older man growled in a playful manner and caught the little girl in his arms.

“I’m gonna eat you!” he exclaimed as he nuzzled his face into her ear, lightly nibbling it and making the girl squeal and laugh like no tomorrow. Kazuki  leaned his head on his knee and watched on lovingly, thinking that his life couldn’t get better than this. In truth, it could, especially when he saw their reactions to pulling out three cups of chocolate pudding.

Happy Birthday, Rei, he thought.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Neato answers buddy! :D

1: What's one video game the duo would like to go into? (It must be a story game not like Minecraft or any multiplayer)

2: Let's say the starburst duo got sucked into resident evil 2 remake & had to go through the events ( Leon A, just them, & no powers) will they be able to beat it & escape?

3: What's the worst panic attack the duo ever gotten?

4: How would Jon, Chris, Kon & the super-twins cuddle together?

5: Between the super-sons, the super-twins, starburst duo, & timkon, who wins in a game of basketball? Rules: only hover a few inches above ground (if able to) first to 10 scores wins, & the group with the least amount of points get face covered up in make-up.

Aww thanks @pin-crusher2000 . these are always fun to answer XD

1) Hmmm…..Well I have been having in my mind for the longest time a sort of crossover between DC and of all things CoD Zombies so…..Maybe one night Chris and Jake find themselves awakening inside a denounce and hellish version of the infamous Alcatraz Island, crawling all over with not just the undead but also hellhounds all led by an equally demonic Warden and the Duo have their powers severely dampened. They don’t have to rely on firearms to protect themselves but the waves of undead charging at them are endless and there’s seemingly no escape. Thats when they get help from a certain voice of a girl who guides them on their little haunting adventure, explaining that ancient evil which brought these undead to life had sucked the Duo into this world to break a sort of cycle their reality was within to ensure their own dominance or reality.

The girl’s name is Samantha. She would tell Chris and Jake how all this really began

Basically The Starburst Duo in a combination of Mob of the Dead and Origins basically lol.

2) Oh definitely so. Their parents taught them very well on survival techniques for those types of scenarios where both the Dead and the Monstrous Rise and they’re left powerless. As such, them fighting alongside the lovable rookie cop that is Leon Kennedy in the world ravaged by the T Virus can seem right up their alley no matter how freaky the effects of said Virus can be like, and not just those Nemesis T Zombies

3) Chris: The one he got once a more complete picture of his memories as Lor Zod and all the harsh treatment he got from his birth father and after sending the General and his army back into the Phantom Zone, being surrounded by all those reporters and his super hearing picking up on all the sounds of suffering all over Metropolis, unable to reach his family and eventually the pressure getting so bad, he straight flew away from the sight as fast as he could and far away from everything as fast as he could. It was once he was far away enough at the other side of the globe that he managed to calm himself to an extent. It really took another whole week wandering the earth in secret and about another week and a half staying with the Graysons until Chris finally was able to approach the Kents once again.

Jake: Probably in the immediate months after he was discharged from Bludhaven General Hospital for his recovery from his fateful and haunting duel against Victor Zsasz, it’s easy to envision Jake getting increased anxiety with capers and cases involving kids like himself in grave danger or far worse. He might get the job done if it involves rescuing said kids but his mind has gone into full overdrive with panic and fear as those memories of finding those slain orphans and how cruel Zsasz was are surfacing. It usually takes his allies, friends and loved ones present to help calm him. Also of course, plenty of nightmares and bad dreams about that particular case are a lot frequent for him, especially on those first few months afterwards.

4) it’s a five person longways pile on either the living room couch or a king sized bed. Conner would be at the core with Chris to his immediate right side and Osul to his left. From there, Jon would be snoring happily next to Osul while Otho in turn is cuddled up next to Chris. Conner’s loud snoring is blissful ambiance for the younger siblings.

5) I would say it’s major tie between the Super Twins and the Starburst Duo, not simply for their power levels and ability to learn as they play. It’s moreso how well in tune those two teams really are with Chris and Jake complimenting each other’s strengths and weaknesses with both stern direction and experience. Thr Twins on the other hand have superb understanding of what the other of doing and how to follow suit given their years working side by side back on Warworld

[matan4il]

Why I will never give up on Canon Buddie..... Listen I am just a little straight girl who grew up on romance novels. You want Eddie with a women. Well, I mean Vanessa was perfect if you were a writer.

One dare I say she was a better version of Anna and 2 with a little manipulation she could be the girl version of Buck. I mean no one ever could, so don't come for me with pitchforks I just meant in general. She was beautiful, fun, a little heartbroken and didn't add stress to Eddie. Telling the story?? So easy it's a tale as old as time. She shares his culture so let's fake date to throw our tias off. Become friends. Maybe meet Chris. Maybe hesitate to do more because she's jaded and worried it won't work out and how will that effect Chris. Like I have seriously read this story a million times yet the writers never pull the trigger.

My second thing. Again I am a moderately attractive straight single girl. It is not that hard for me to find a relationship. I can throw a rock and find companionship you know?? No disservice to us straights it's just facts. So the fact that the writers intentionally get this wrong while being so loud about the couch screams volumes to me. Especially when you couple it with the fact these 2 do not wing man for each other, talk about sex lives and only refer to the significant other to tell them to dump them. That is the loudest part about their living in each other's back pocket BFF forever relationship. I mean Eddie couldn't even process Buck taking care of himself.

In conclusion 911 if you want me to stop shipping them this all on you. I mean I will never stop. But you could at least try!!

Awww, Nonnie! :D Welcome to the hopeless romantics club! We got comfy cushions for you, as well as cookies. ;)

Regarding Vanessa, yeah. I have seen plenty of rom coms that start off with the exactly interaction she and Eddie had. He's not ready, she's not ready, they come to the date with the intent to let each other down easy, and when they realize they were never an option for the other person, it intrigues them. It could have easily developed in the direction of "instead of going through this repeatedly, how about we fake date to get our Tias off our cases?" and slowly falling for each other. TBH, I wouldn't have been surprised if that's what 911 would go with, since so many shows would. I'm glad it didn't, that the point really was to help Eddie progress on his romantic journey rather than set him up with yet another LI.

I agree with you! I already thought it was eyebrow raising when 911 let Buddie be single throughout the entirety of s3 and a respectable chunk of 4a. Now in s6, they're both once again very single. And we're talking young, good looking, heroic firefighters. It should not be hard for them to find romance, yet out of almost 5 seasons of them being on the show together, roughly 2.5 they spend with both of them being single men. When they're the only single members of the main cast! That is VERY unusual, it's not the route most TV shows would take with their only single characters, you know? That Buck and Eddie are directly responsible for this state of double singleness a part of the time just makes it all more hilarious. XD

I've said it before, I will always ship Buddie. Which means as long as the show is on air and both of their characters are alive, I will hope for canon Buddie. But even if that doesn't happen, Buddie is canon to me. The show has written and filmed their epic love story, and I can't unsee that no matter what. In my head, it will always be just a matter of time before these two morons figure it out.

Thank you so much for this ask, lovely! Have a wonderful day. As always, my ask tag. xoxox

[aashiqeddiediaz]

what is your s6 scene that assured you buddie is the story they're telling. As much as I love the couch scene in 12, to me the cemetery scene was so insanely loud with what they were saying.

honestly everything. the couch scene was one, because there’s something about buck feeling safe and content at the diaz household. but mostly, it’s the way eddie effortlessly managed to be exactly what buck needed along the course of it. buck’s honest with him, eddie gives him a piece of his trauma in return, and managed to soothe some of what’s troubling him in the moment…chef’s kiss.

i cant ever say for sure if buddie is the story they’re telling, but the more it all goes on, the more i feel the narrative backs itself into a corner where any other love interest is always going to have to live up to a standard set by them.

they weren’t subtle about that during s5, and i can’t see them being subtle about it in s7 either xD especially since this is the first time they’re going to start these relationships at the same time (eddie started and ended his relationship with ana before buck did with taylor - @oneawkwardcookie and i were just talking about it today lmao)

[daniclaytcn]

I really think the s6 finale was always supposed to be similar to what it was, but they had to alter the ending a bit for "wrap up" purposes. my only evidence for this is the inclusion of the jo/mallory rescue, it just felt soooo out of place in the whole episode when it was a blatant buddie parallel. but no way the planning for that big emergency that they filmed on location over 2 weeks wasnt in the works for a very long time before they shot it. Also, I felt the maddie/athena scene was very out of place and would have worked much better closer to the end of the episode, maybe with similar placement as the will scene in 4x14, which makes me feel like that ending montage and the weird birth + bucktalia stuff wasnt really supposed to be there originally. the only issue is Im not really sure where the couch of it all would fit in this scenario but there were just too many things that felt random and out of place for that to be the original episode

yeah, i don't think they would have made any drastic changes, but i do feel like the emergency was supposed to be a two-parter, or at least bigger than it was. and you do bring up a good point about the jo/mallory thing (and that scene lives rent-free in my mind tbh)! the last 15 minutes was definitely a big change imo. not just the buck and eddie stuff, but—as much as i'm happy for henren getting a new baby, it was completely out of left field xD and i do feel like the stuff with connor and kameron was written in a way that it felt completely out of place in the finale. one thing that really stuck me as odd was that aside from the big emergency itself, the episode didn't really try too hard to stick to the theme of the episode title, 'pay it forward', which is completely different from the other season finales. idk. it was just so weird all around, and they're gonna have a terrible time untangling all this for s7 (especially if they're gonna have a 6 month/1 year time skip)

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

:'DDDD THEM!!!!

Lol two pizzas XDDD

So sorry Buck, you're in recovery once again xD

I'm sure you'll live lol

LOL everyone else told her didn't they xDD

AAHHHH AYY YESS THERE THEY ARE :'DDDD

AWWW HUGS 😭😭😭❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

:'DDDDD CHRIS!!!!

Y'all I can't I literally love them all so much 😭😭😭❤️

LOL you're gonna tell them Buck??? Honestly mood actually I would lol it's wild

Aww yeah :)) he's telling Bobby :'D

I mean I'm assuming he tells pretty much everyone at least a bit but rn we're seeing this lol

XDD Hey yeah we don't know what subject lol :')) it could just be an elementary school grade so like every subject lol

LOL except for Hen xDD

He's not gonna tell him is he

Lol nope :')))

But yeah <333 he did still help him find his way back home :'))

Honestly yk I love me some Buddie angst and we got some but I love the focus on Bobby and Buck's relationship here :'DD we deserved it frankly <3333

Lol and Bobby won, again it seems xD

As in he always does

Awww lol :')))

T H E M M M M M ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

My babeys :')))) :'DDD!!!

<333

Anyway!! Chim :'DD

Aww lol yeah, the food drop offs <333

Aww Jee and his dad :'DD that's nice :))

:'oo Awww like failing as a father :'((?

Ahh okay America lol but stil

(okay yeah I was pretty sure it's not his mom but there's confirmation lol, besides him calling her by her name a second ago xD)

Awww DDD': :'( but yeah kind of with Chimney too <333

Like I was kinda right lol

I'm glad she's still acknowledging that his pride got in the way of those important things :'))

AWWW look how cute they are 😭😭😭❤️❤️💔

I literally can't that's adorable :'))

Ahh their last day

:OO is he gonna ask them to stay longer :'))??

:'OOO He is :'DDDD

That's amazing <3333

I'm so happy for them :'DDDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️😭❤️

I really hope they can keep improving their relationship :'))

AAAHHHHHHH awwww y'all :')))

Just like in the dream, but better :')) 🥰🥰🌽

And still all those notes :'DD

Like well wishes and stuff :'))

Awww <333

AAAHHHHH THE COUCH!!! SLFHDJLKS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT :'DDDD XDD!!

L O L yeah way too long xD

A W W W W W W 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️🥰🥰

GET HIM A COUCH :'DDDD

That's not like a command I'm just saying that's what she's saying lol

AAAHHHH Y'ALL STOPPP I CAN'T TAKE ALL THE SYMBOLISM 😭😭😭❤️❤️🥰

And the game too :'DDD

AWWWSW Y'ALL :'DDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Lol yeah you're getting a new couch Buck :')) congratulations <333

You so totally deserve it 😭😭😭❤️

You have love :')

LOL and carpets too xD

Be that you're getting new ones related or you have related xD still lol

Awww :'))) yeah <333

He doesn't really mind :'DDD

<33333

[stacinadia]

I posted 106 times in 2022

25 posts created (24%)

81 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@retrogamingblog2

@clotpolesonly

@valaid

@bigtiddydevilbf

I tagged 106 of my posts in 2022

#cute - 39 posts

#lol - 31 posts

#pokemon - 27 posts

#super adorable - 25 posts

#teen wolf - 19 posts

#stiles stilinski - 15 posts

#sterek - 15 posts

#9-1-1 - 13 posts

#derek hale - 13 posts

#why you so cute - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 40 characters

#i hate when dragons are always the enemy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

For @sterekdrabbles!  January 5th’s prompt was keen, rabbit, cake, and with a prompt like that, I had to make Stiles a werebunny!  XD

Also on AO3.

**********

It was the time of year when all unmated of-age omegas presented alphas or betas they were interested in with presents to show that the omegas could take care of them.  As an alpha, Derek had received many presents from interested omegas and one obnoxiously persistent alpha.  But the present he was most keen on was the beautifully decorated cake from the 18-year-old wererabbit with the adorable nose, moles all over his visible skin, and the most tantalizing scent.

Most people wouldn’t picture a rabbit and a wolf together, but Derek thought that he and Stiles were a perfect match.

13 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#4

For @sterekdrabbles!  I definitely needed a break after being both an artist and a writer for the Sterek Artist Seduction Screw, but I’m finally back to doing Sterek Drabbles!  January 12′s prompt was thread, wine, car!

Also on AO3.

**********

The last time Stiles had spoken to Derek a few days ago, Derek had told him that Stiles couldn’t possibly want a relationship with him, that Derek would ruin Stiles’ life just like with his family and Paige.

Well, Stiles might not be old enough to drink wine, but he was nineteen and old enough to make his own decisions.  And Stiles wanted an idiot werewolf who was far too self-sacrificing for his own good.

He stormed past Derek’s fancy car and over to the elevator.  He had a massive thread of thoughts to unleash on Derek.

(They totally worked!)

17 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

Here is my late gift for @reallysmartladymariecurie for the @911giftexchange!  Marie liked Buddie, Christopher, and telenovelas, so I had the three of them watching telenovelas together!  With a bonus ficlet, also on AO3.

**********

Buck sat on the couch at the Diaz apartment with his two favorite boys watching another telenovela.  Thanks to that bartending stint years ago, Buck did know some Spanish and was able to follow somewhat, but his Spanish had greatly improved, especially thanks to Eddie.

Christopher sat in between Buck and Eddie, holding a bowl of popcorn with a big grin on his face, greatly amused by the action on screen.  Eddie was amused as well.  Every so often, he’d look over at Buck with a smirk.

Buck had been a little confused the first time he’d gone over to the Diaz’s and saw them watching a telenovela.  Eddie had explained that it was a good way for Christopher to learn more Spanish.  But after several years with Eddie and Christopher in his life, finally getting together with Eddie in the last year, Buck had a feeling that Eddie had been picking up some things from the telenovelas as well.

As they watched the heroine argue with her boyfriend and then faint dramatically, Buck was reminded of Eddie’s behavior when they had done that treasure hunt, or how Eddie had behaved when Buck had been together with Taylor, or how Eddie had said he didn’t like drama, yet he was amused by the bride and bridesmaid.  

Yeah, Eddie might not think so, but that man did love drama and he had plenty of his own dramatic moments.  Buck had to laugh.

Eddie looked over at Buck again.  “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, Eds.”

Buck wondered if one day, Eddie would dramatically faint, too, for some ridiculous reason.  He couldn’t help but laugh even harder.  But then he could sweep Eddie off his feet…

“Buck,” Christopher tugged on his sleeve, “you’re gonna miss all the drama!”

No, Buck thought, there was plenty of drama, both on and off the screen, and he was going to enjoy every moment.

17 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

For @sterekdrabbles!  January 7th’s prompt was next, dislike, need, and I wanted Derek to yell out “Next!” after being flirted with by Stiles!  =3

Also on AO3.

**********

Derek didn’t dislike the guy with all the moles who came into his coffee shop every weekday morning, ordering a caramel frappe with extra caramel and extra whip, but he certainly tested Derek with his not necessarily unwelcome flirting.

As Derek handed the mysterious “Stiles” his cold, caramel-laden beverage, the man took it and, while maintaining eye contact with Derek, swirled his tongue around the whipped cream and drew the large dollop into his mouth.  “Sweet, but what I really need is a date with someone ever sweeter!” he drawled with a wink.

“Next!” Derek shouted in a strangled voice.

18 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For @sterekdrabbles!  Another year, another attempt at finishing drabbles, though I do plan to try to do the rest of 2021′s drabbles, too...  ^^;;  January 3rd’s prompt was vein, cruel, squeak, and my first thought was getting a shot, but I’d written a similar drabble already.  Finally, I settled on wolf Derek!

Also on AO3.

**********

Stiles had been walking through the preserve toward the Hale house.  But the preserve was silent, without the usual sounds from the animals living there.  That was definitely a suspicious sign for nearby danger, and Stiles wanted his blood to stay in his veins, thank you very much.

Suddenly, he was knocked over and a pair of red eyes appeared in his vision.  Stiles let out a startled squeak.  The fact that his throat wasn’t being torn out meant that it was only Derek, greeting him in his favorite way.

“You’re cruel,” Stiles grumbled.

The wolf licked him in response.

59 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

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[lunaxriax]

Evens for Jaehwan.

distract me pls

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

No, I don't. And I probably never will.

4: What’s something you really want right now?

A drink.

6: Do you like the beach?

Yes, I do. Go there frequently for walks.

8: What’s the background on your cell?

A sunset.

10: Do you like your phone?

It's decent enough for its purpose, so yeah.

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

It was yours, buddy!

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

Emotional pain.

16: Are you tired?

Always am. I think I was born tired.

18: Are they a relative?

It's in relation to the previous question, but yes that person is a relative.

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

That was a while back.

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Not entirely sure about that one.

24: Is there a certain quote you live by?

"Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve."

26: Do you have any tattoos?

Nope.

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

I don't know?

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

I think so. Well it was either a couch or a bed, same thing.

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

Friend is a big word, but I'd say yes.

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

Yes, although I still don't know why.

36: Were you single on Valentines Day?

Yes.

38: What do your friends call you?

Jaehwan, Jae, Jae Jae and a bunch of other insults

40: Have you ever cried over a text?

Not really. I don't cry easily.

42: What is it from?

I don't really get bruises... perks of being dead, I guess.

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

A friend.

46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

No, I don't care about bad hair day. Somehow my hair still looks fine on those days.

48: Do you make supper for your family?

Considering I don't live with my family... nope.

50: Top 3 web-pages?

YouTube, Google, Instagram

52: Does anything on your body hurt?

My head.

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

Coffee.

56: What do you usually do first in the morning?

Go to the gym.

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?

I'm pretty sure I was since I was... 10 xD

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?

Oh I don't know about that... I'm not exactly the biggest fan of those things.

62: When will be the next time you text someone?

How about I text you, Drake? xD

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.

Sobering up.

66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Does my cat count?

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

I haven't slept yet but I had many wild thoughts. Mostly ridiculous drunk thoughts that made no sense at all.

70: How many windows are open on your computer?

One. This one xD

72: What is your ringtone?

Random standard one.

74: Where is your Mum right now?

She's dead.

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

No.

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

Probably on no one. I didn't start having crushes on people until I was well over 20.

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

When I was a kid, plenty of times.

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

Me, I did. That counts, right?

84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

Ok first of all, that's not something I would do because it's caveman behavior and I dislike that and if one of my friends would do that I would so smack the shit out of them.

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

I... don't go see movies... Too many people. I watch them at home.

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

No.

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?

A few times, unfortunately.

92: Do you get along with girls?

I think so? I mean, I don't really get along with people in general, so...

94: Does sex mean love?

Nope.

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

Not that I can recall.

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

You shouldn't let your happiness depend on someone else. If you do, your happiness can be taken away in an instant.

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?

Probably someone from my childhood, I think.

[kaynai-sama]

Soooooo. TODAY WAS THE TOURNAMENT.

THEY BEAT THE LIVING SH*T OUT OF ME

Let me tell you how it was. First of all, I got there late and couldn't find my couch, but when I found him and my partner they called us over the speaker to make the forms. (Which are a ser of steps to simulate a combat, for those who don't know) And my partner and I were ready to do the seventh form; the one for my partner's level. (He's red bel second kup and I'm first kup) Buuuuut something happened.

After we got to the graphic area, where they put us up with an opponent, we were the only ones left after all the red belts, who left in groups of four, were gone already. Now, our couch told us to make sure we don't end up to compete with each other because we're from the same institution... Guess what happened.

Since we were the last ones and they couldn't put one of us to fight a green belt, we ended up against each other... Our couch was a little bit pissed off but ye didn't say anything.

We were warming up while watching other contestants. Since we both get along, there wasn't any problem.

So, let me tell you something, when you compete in forms, it's very strict , because they value martiality, precision and high kicks, the more it goes above your head, the better.

You start with a ten and going down depending on how many mistakes you make, even the ones that you think they will not notice. No one NO ONE has ever won a ten in forms, the most perfect score is seven. That's how strict it is. Since it's a military sport.

Anyway, my partner got a 5.74, which is good for him, but ME?! I GOT A 5.77. WON FOR THREE POINTS. He was all like "Shut the fuck up." And I was like "I FUCKING WON!"

Last time I was in a tournament I won third place in forms, well... I GOT FIRST PLACE

But then, we had to wait for almost three hours for combat, since we're red belts we go last along with the black belts because they always start from white belts.

How ever, I wasn't so good in combat.

There are twelve reasons why the judges will admonish you... But my couch warned me that we may wouldn't have good judges... He was right.

You see, they didn't count lots of the points that were made, including mine.

I got to be with a girl with my same size, same age and same height, kinda. But she was fast AF and since I am really rusty then she beat me winning 15/5 in the second round.

In the first round, the judges didn't count two points from me, she would've beaten me anyway but HEY! At least in the second round I was less still and did have her a little beating as well.

She won first place, but I won second place, which is definitely more than my first time, when I won third place. BUT HEY, at least I didn't just stand there like a training dummy.

My partner ran with my same luck, opponent was too fast, but ye was a little bit stiff, but the judges did something I just can't forgive; THEY DIDN'T COUNT AN OBVIOUS KICK TO THE HEAD FROM MY BUDDY. It was clearly there, OOOOHHHHH but they did count a kick that was more to the face than to the head from the other guy AAAHHHHH. (Context, a direct kick to the head is three points and four or five if you spin while kicking.) So it's a big deal.

He won second place just like me, but he did really good.

Ohhhhh but I saw something else, a guy, who was not wearing any protection, was kicked down there so hard, they had to stop the combat... I don't know if I should feel bad if laugh... Maybe both. The judges admonished that guy XD

Anyway, that was it, KayNai out 😎

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Life of the Party

Steve meets the love of his life in a way only he could.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1.2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, heavy drug use, alcohol, crude language, bimbo y/n, makeouts, minimal plot, blood

An: This fic was inspired in large part by this song! Besides liking Nu-Metal, I have a passion for 90s rave tracks and accidentally stumbled upon this song one day. I had wanted to write a fic about Steve and a fun, party girl who could match his energy for a while, but this one took a bit of a dark turn while I was writing it! I’m on a Steve kick what can I say XD Nonetheless, thank you for requesting fics and please keep the requests coming! :)

“Yo, yo- dude.” Out of the blue, one of Steve’s buddies pulled him aside in the midst of some house party with a hand on his shoulder, “I got this chick you gotta meet.” Normally he would be pretty annoyed at this- there was a whole crowd of people around him waiting for him to down the thing of bong water he was holding, but he was feeling nice and had enough booze in his system to make him chill but not enough yet to make him an asshole. Fuck it, why not? So he followed him, squeezing past dense crowds while wondering why this dude seemed so damn excited to introduce him to this lady.

That’s when Steve saw you, leaning against a wall with a bottle of something dark in your hand. Looking you up and down, he felt compelled to make himself presentable by dusting off the little bits of burnt hair on his scalp from the backflip moneyball he did when he jumped off the roof earlier. Big hair, shiny red high heels, leopard print mini dress- this girl was classy, the splitting image of the kind of girls that usually go for him. Your gaze flitted over to him as he approached you and whatever conversation you were having was immediately halted. “Oh my god- are you Steve-O?” Chuckling, he nodded, your excitement doing wonders for his ego, “Yeah, baby! You a fan?” Splaying out your glittery manicure on his chest, your dark, mascaraed eyelashes flared out around your saucer-big eyes as you leaned in, “Of course! I love you!” Christ. Well it’s not like he could say no to that. Steve grinned, “You wanna go have some fun?”

“I would love to!” You giggled, lifting up the bottle in your hand, the amber liquid sloshing as you held it out to him, “Can I buy you a drink?” Raising his eyebrows, Steve took the bottle from you, bringing it to his lips and taking a huge swig before throwing his arm around you, sighing. He dragged you over to the couch, flashing that sweet, boyish smile of his as he plopped down andfished around in the pocket of his camo shorts, wordlessly pulling out a ziploc baggie full of blow. Fuck yeah. There was something in the way your face lit up when he took that shit out that made Steve think that maybe this chick could keep up with him. “Whats’ur name?” As you sat down, he started drawing up a line with a credit card, licking the plastic edge clean once he got it how he wanted, and you were nearly drooling. Sure, booze was all nice, but after you had tried just about everything under the sun, you always thought coke was a classic and a necessity at parties like this. You spoke over the loud party music, “Y/N.”

A few hours later and shit started getting really fun. Steve couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you didn’t care, finding it really sweet when he asked to hold your hair back when you did your next line. “Don’t worry ‘bout it- I gotcha, baby…” His fingers tangled in your hair as he wiped the remnants of his last one from the bottom of his nose. You leaned down, inhaling deeply and feeling that telltale burn deep in the back of your throat. Pulling yourself up, you sniffed a couple times, your eyes watering as you felt something warm on your upper lip. A grin spread across Steve’s face as he reached out, gently grasping your chin to tilt your face towards his, smearing the blood that began to trickle from your nose, “Atta girl.” He thought it was cute, how blown out your pupils looked as you stared back at him with glassy eyes.

The sting all melted away both by the aid of the bottle the two of you passed back and forth until it ended up sitting empty on the coffee table and the rough kiss Steve then pulled you into, his tongue sloppily intermingling with yours. His mouth tasted like Jack Danniel’s and Newports, but you didn’t care. Your hands ran up and down his torso, hurriedly trying to find somewhere to stay. Steve smirked against your lips, pulling you closer as his hands slid down to your lower back. Your heartbeat picked up as he started to place open mouth kisses down your neck, not a single person at the party batted an eye at the obscene display the two of you were putting on. “Fuck…” He murmured against your chest, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, “Can I do one, like- off your boobs?” Giggling, you wrapped your arms around the back of Steve’s head. This guy was just too sweet.

He must’ve really hit the jackpot for this one. Never before in all of his years of being a guy on tv who liked to party sometimes had he met a girl so giddy for him to do blow off her tits. You laid back on the shitty couch someone probably found on a curb and Steve tugged down the top of your dress a little to get better access to your cleavage. It was weirdly sexy, watching how focused he looked as he lined it all up with that credit card from before, not even bothering with the rolled up dollar the two of you had been using. Sternum to collarbone, Steve did the massive line in one go before quickly capturing your lips in another fervent kiss, snaking a hand up the back of your neck to tangle into your hair and pull you closer. As he pulled away after what felt like forever, your breath came out in little pants against his skin.

Pulling Steve up to his feet, you wobbled a little, leaning against him to stabilize yourself as you murmured into his ear, “Y’wanna fuck?” His eyes went wide as he chuckled a little at the gall of this woman. Of course he did. Without hesitation, you two ducked down some hallway, running off to a secluded bedroom that belonged to whoever to continue what you were doing in private. The sounds of the party still filtered in after you closed the door, somewhat muted through the thin walls as you tumbled on the bed. Steve didn’t even bother to turn the lights on before he was on top of you, slotting himself between your legs as his hand found its way to the black lace hem of your skirt. You were clawing at his shirt and you had gotten it about halfway off by the time your dress was hiked up around your waist, the air swimming with hormones and human heat.

Suddenly, Steve felt you freeze before going limp underneath him. Confused at your reaction in contrast to your previous eagerness, he stopped for a second, trying to listen for any repose or signs of life. You were breathing, but pretty softly- did she…? Oh shit. This girl just fell asleep after doing three lines. Steve would be impressed if you hadn’t passed out right before you were going to fuck him. Groaning, he rolled over to lay next to you, wiping away the red lipstick that was smeared across his face and thinking about how he bet this kind of shit doesn’t happen to Chris as he slowly drifted off to sleep himself.

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@secretmellowblog !!!!!!I hope you eventually post the full thing because these snippets are really nice! also YAY I’m glad to see someone else on the ‘cosette would despise Javert’ train not enough fic writers let Cosette hate Javert XD also I’m not sure if this fic is going to be a valvert thing(though I know you’ve posted valvert stuff in the past)but I do think cosette hating Javert always makes valvert funnier because of like. the parallel of Valjean despising Marius vs Cosette despising Javert it’s just funny the two of them both unable to stand the weird creature their family member has latched onto although Cosette’s reasons for hating Javert are far more reasonable and justified what with him killing her mother and all …and Hugo rarely allows Cosette to be angry(partially for Hugo sexism reasons)and I think exploring what it looks like when cosette hates someone is a very fascinating idea! especially because she’s been raised by Jean ‘let’s avoid confrontation at all costs’ Valjean who isn’t really good at teaching healthy ways of coping with anger since his strategies are like. repression/passive agression/redirecting his anger towards himself and he might have passed a lot of that onto Cosette It’s fun when fics explore that

TY! You're such a treasure to interact with.

I've got about 2500 words of Javert being vile & the keen awareness my mediocre plot isn't substantial enough to hang all this banter from, lol. I'll try to shape it up.

Cosette's ability to advocate for herself seems to end where her ability to couch those things in sweetness does; she can express frustration, but only so long as it's still charming and humorous and loving, and where the emotion is deeper she goes silent. And Valjean! Lord, I don't need to describe it. Part of the premise of this fix-it is that the "fix" comes when these characters can advocate for themselves—Cosette gets to demand her history, and Valjean gets to raise his voice in an argument, lol. This is accomplished in part by running them against the most absolute bastard version of Javert I care to write (very Gorbeau ambush energy, at least once he recovers from the shock of derailment & being sloppy on opiate painkillers).

It's also—forgive me, I sin—in the setting of a Brick/Dallas 2014 lovechild. I don't control what presses the levers in my brain.

Anyway, most of what I've got is in this vein (for context, Valjean has brought up a misogynistic comment Javert made fifteen years prior):

Coolly, Cosette asks, “What did you say?”  “Something appropriate for an all-male office party in the Nineties but not a family dinner table in Twenty-Fifteen?” he hazards. It’s a surprising show of self-preservation instinct, or—she finds it difficult to believe—respect for her papa. “Listen, there’s context—the county commissioner, guy named Gilbert Adams, made a pass at me. Banter, you know—say something about a woman’s body, make a dirty comment about asses, make a second comment about asses, a little too strongly in favor of them. I gave him a suspicious look like I wasn’t quite sure what he meant and said—” He glances warily at Papa. “—well, something passably heterosexual, in any case, to scare him off. I knew he was gonna get outed some day and didn’t want to be by-catch. Man turns up fruity and suddenly there’s questions—oh, you were his fishing buddy, huh? Used to go over to his for cocktails and cigars, eh? You know.” He’s showing teeth, amused now. “That’s very sad,” Cosette says, “that neither of you could speak plainly.” Javert snorts.  “Gilbert Adams was gay?” Papa asks, almost forlorn. 

The smell of Betadine—Christ! He should’ve picked a higher bridge. But—was it predictable—? After a lifetime believing himself on an unassailable height, here he is: a poor judge of distances. 

What's it take to put words on a page? A $5 bottle of wine and Roger Allam's "Stars" on loop, apparently.