#don’t mind the /‘s they’re just so this doesn’t show up in the tags

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your stressed lover comes home from a long day of work and finds you asleep. he can’t help but wake you up in a rather special way.

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tags. dom!jjk men x sub!female reader (gojo, toji, sukuna). smut. general warnings: dark content — somnophilia (consensual). size difference because im self indulgent ; reader gets referred to as small. ehm they’re kinda depicted as perverts. rest of the warnings are given before each character.

GOJO SATORU; cw. cunnilingus. fingering. he’s a bit whiny. nicknames used ‘princess, sweets’. he cums untouched lol.

“mm, fuck. look at my sweet princess,” satoru sighs under his breath. he’s welcomed home by the sight of you sleeping peacefully on the bed, your hips lifted a bit as you rest on your stomach.

satoru’s voice is shaky as he mutters something to himself. he carefully sits on the edge of the bed, trembling fingers reaching out to trace the shape of your plump ass. he can’t not touch you—especially when you present yourself so nicely to him.

it isn’t long before his fingers dip under the material of your shorts. satoru gauges your reaction to his advances and notices the corners of your lips twitching. a sign you’re unconsciously feeling his warm touch.

“fuckfuckfuck. ‘m sorry, princess — i have to.”

satoru gives up any self-control that he had left. he doesn’t waste any time pulling down your shorts and panties to your knees. his already erect cock twitches in his pants at the beautiful scene; your wet cunt in all its glory.

he clenches his fists, desperately trying not to do anything. that determination does not last long.

in just a second, satoru’s already lapping up your juices, his hands firmly holding your hips still. his nails dig into your flesh and he moans once he feels your body instinctively pushing back against his mouth.

“mm, s’rry,” the sorcerer whines in a muffled voice. he knows you’re awake by now—judging purely by the increase of your little moans of pleasure. his tongue doesn’t stop moving between your spread folds, tasting you until your thighs are spasming.

you’re confused when you’ve awoken to a tingly sensation between your legs, though you quickly put two and two together. you’re too lazy to comment on satoru’s sudden actions, only babbling a soft ‘welcome home’ between whimpers.

satoru’s breath hitches the moment you tell him those words. those sweet words. like you don’t mind that he’s dragged you out of your slumber this way. it’s such a turn on—your acceptance to what he’s doing.

“yeah? oh god,” satoru’s nose bumps against your slit each time he moves his jaw, lewdly slurping the fluid your pussy produces. he can feel his dick throbbing against his pants, begging to be released, “ngh, can’t—gonna cum, sweets.”

your lover’s desperate whines make your fingers curl around the bedsheets. the sole image of him cumming in his pants just from eating you out pushes you over the edge as well.

you reach your climax at the same time. satoru lolls his tongue out to catch your juices, moaning loudly against your puffy folds as he feels it trickling into his mouth. he can feel a wet spot forming on the fabric of his boxers, “shit.”

the white-haired man removes himself from behind you, licking his lips for any residue. you lazily look over your shoulder at him with glazed over eyes. his big hands are already working on his belt and zipper.

satoru shows you the dark spot in his underwear and pouts, “ah, look what you’ve done to me, princess—made a mess out of my favourite boxers b’cause of you.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI; cw. tiny hint of implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). p in v -> unprotected. spooning position. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut, whore’. degradation / objectification.

toji kicks his shoes off and makes a beeline towards his bedroom. he’s in a shitty mood after he had met up with a rude client. despite that, his lips curl up into a faint smile the moment he sees you laying on his bed.

“heh, there’s my little girl,” his voice is raspy, hoarse and utterly exhausted. the older man climbs under the covers and wraps his strong arms around your small figure. he nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in the nice smell of your shampoo.

toji wouldn’t be him if his hands didn’t wander all over your skin. his rough palms squeeze everywhere and anywhere—enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh in them. you subconsciously react to his touches by pushing your body back against his.

“. .do not,” toji hisses like you can hear him. he was already half hard on his way home as the thoughts of you clouded his mind, but now that he’s actually with you, he’s fully aroused. especially with your ass pushing back at his aching bulge.

he’s too lazy to get up and get himself off in the shower. thus, he starts off by humping the fat of your ass. the friction isn’t enough for the assassin and therefore he switches to the real thing.

“such a slutty fuckin’ thing. can’t keep my hands off ya,” toji groans into your ear, half hoping you’d hear all the dirty things he’s calling you. your pants are pulled down and your panties are pushed to the side—making way for his fat cock to drill into you.

your impatient lover adjusts your legs so he could have easier access to your tight cunt. the slow strokes inside you make you squirm and tighten up around his throbbing erection. this only riles toji up more.

“hah, y’can feel it even in y’r sleep, can’t you? my cock stretching your tight pussy out—my pussy,” toji corrects himself with a low moan. his warm breath hits the nape of your neck, his hands fondling you whilst he thrusts aggressively.

he doesn’t care if you wake up or not. he’s going to use your delicious body to relieve himself. you gave him the green light when he asked you if he could fuck you in your sleep when he needs it. so, there’s no reason to stop now.

you eventually jolt awake once the continuous stimulation become too much. if it wasn’t for toji’s hand on your mouth, you’d have woken up the neighbours with your loud and lewd moans.

toji scoffs. he keeps a tight grip on your face and thigh, not stopping the rough pounding he’s giving you. he sees your eyes roll back from the unexpected pleasure and he snickers.

his lips connect with yours, muffling your moans that way;

“hah, seems like you needed this as much as i did—waking up ‘n already moaning like a whore. missed me that much, huh?”

SUKUNA RYOMEN; cw. true form!sukuna. has two cocks woops. masturbation (m). turns into blowjob. hairpulling. reader gets called ‘brat’.

sukuna returns to his chambers. finally, after dealing with some sorcerers that’ve had challenged him for a battle. he’s tense, sweaty and obviously in need to blow off some steam. he knows just where to get said relief.

sukuna’s red eyes instantly spot your sleeping form on the middle of his kingsized bed. his favourite little human—resting without a care in the world. the innocent sight is one that sets his loins on fire.

“oi, brat,” the male speaks up as he sits on his side of the bed. the mattress dips to one side due to his huge form, causing your small body to automatically manoeuvre his way. you don’t seem to stir nor wake.

you’ve gotten used to sukuna’s demanding voice to the point that it doesn’t scare you anymore. he smacks his lips in frustration. guess he’ll take care of his problem himself for now.

low grunts fill the spacious room—sukuna’s head lolls back against the headboard whilst two of his hands move swiftly on his now exposed cocks. his sharp eyes are focused on your body, shamelessly checking you out. from the cleavage of your breasts, your clothed cunt to your perfect parted lips; all of you is turning him on.

“fuck, can’t believe this. .” sukuna curses under his breath. he can’t believe how weak he is for you. how his cocks throb and leak drops of pre-cum from just the sight of you sleeping. fully clothed at that.

whilst one set of his hands is busy touching himself, the other reaches out to grope your body. one hand on your chest and one on your ass. of course, sukuna doesn’t pass on the opportunity of smacking the soft flesh.

“i said get up,” sukuna clicks his tongue and tries to wake you again. this time you do actually wake up. a short, inaudible whine leaving your lips. you take a few seconds to process the view in front of you; your lover with both his thick cocks out, pre-cum making the lengths glimmer under the light of the lamp.

it got you horny. immediately. you slowly crawl over between his legs, like you know just what to do. sukuna raises an eyebrow—surprised by your lack of questioning. he’s amused at how fast you took the hint.

“that’s it. you’re learning fast,” sukuna sighs deeply the moment your lips wrap around his upper dick. your small hand jerks off the lower one. both stimulations at once makes the man beneath you grunt in satisfaction.

you still are and look extremely drowsy, though your devotion to sukuna knows no bounds. even in your half-asleep state. the king of curses pats your head—a surprisingly appreciative and loving gesture that he rarely does.

you bob your head carefully, not wanting to gag too much. however, the pace you set is too slow for sukuna who’s waited way too long to fuck you. in any way.

he bucks his hips—thrusting upwards into your hot mouth. his strong hands yank at your hair, keeping you in place as he hears your muffled whimpers of protest. not that he cares; you choking on his fat cock only adds to his pleasure.

“keep it up like that. fuck, where do you want me to cum? in your little mouth? yeahh, you’d like that huh, filthy girl. you’d have to work harder for it if you’re so desperate.”

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[pukefactory]

After the latest Welcome Home update and the character development we received for Julie, I’ve felt a strong urge to write something about her—and this is the result of some frantic typing, haha! I really enjoyed working on this and have an idea to possibly turn it into a multi-chapter x-reader fanfiction, but I’ll only move forward with that if there’s enough interest. Feel free to let me know if you’d be interested. In the meantime, enjoy this little piece featuring our favorite monster.

-COMET

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱ BABY, WHY DO YOU LOOK SO SCARED? ⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

❀ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Julie Joyful Who Slowly Becomes Obsessed With The Reader

❀ Character(s): Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

❀ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

❀ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

❀ Image Credits: @Partycoffin

✿ At first, it’s cute. She’s bouncing up to your doorstep every morning with a bright grin and a new game idea. “Wake up, Silly! The flowers said your face needs fresh air! I brought dice and lemon tarts and a spoon! Now we just need a blindfold!” You play along—how could you not? But over time, her visits start earlier. Then earlier. One day, you find her waiting outside your window before the sky has turned blue, waving and tapping her paw against the glass like a metronome. “Couldn’t sleep! I thought of a game! I call it Twilight Breakfast Tag!” She doesn’t blink.

✿ She gives you gifts. Lots of them. Handmade, glitter-caked, often vaguely resembling you. A sock puppet named after you. A spaghetti drawing of your house. A flower crown woven from plants you never planted. “The garden told me your dreams last night were blue. So I made you this! It’s a BLUE-DREAM BONNET!” You smile, say thank you. But later, you notice some petals in the crown are from Frank’s private garden—and he never lets anyone pick from there. “Don’t worry,” she says, when you ask. “Frank doesn’t mind! He just doesn’t know yet!”

✿ Julie always loved making up new games. But lately, the rules have been getting strange. You’re “It” now. Forever. No one else can be “It.” Even when you stop playing. Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re crying. “Oopsie daisy! You can’t quit! You’re the STAR of the show! If you don’t play, the Neighborhood goes dark!” Her smile twitches at the corners. She’s still cheerful. Too cheerful. But her eyes don’t sparkle the same way anymore.

✿ You used to hang out with Frank. With Eddie. With Wally. Now? Every time you try, Julie just… appears. She plops between you and Frank with an exaggerated huff. “Awwwwww, Frankie! You’re not keeping my favorite neighbor to yourself, are you?” Then she throws her arms around you and laughs so loud it drowns out anything Frank tries to say. “I’m just sooooooo jealous! We never play anymore! Let’s fix that! RIGHT NOW!” Her grip doesn’t loosen, even when you pull away.

✿ You tell her you’re busy one day. That you need time alone. Julie goes quiet for the first time. Her head tilts just a bit too far. “…Alone? Without me?” A beat. Then she smiles. “Well, that’s just silly! You can’t spell ‘JULIE’ without ‘U’!” That night, when you get home, your bed’s been made. Your fridge is full of peanut butter and honey sandwiches. There’s a flower tucked in your pillowcase. You never gave her a key.

✿ The neighbors whisper now. You hear Sally mutter something about “Julie being Julie again.” Frank’s been quieter, distracted. He asks if everything’s alright. You lie. But Julie’s not blind. The next time you try to talk to someone alone, she drags you off mid-conversation. “This is OUR Special Time! We can’t let the others get in the way of our bond!” Then she smiles so wide you swear her cheeks might split. “They’re just jealous! They don’t understand the RULES of this game!”

✿ Julie starts wearing pieces of your clothing. “You left this at my house!” she says, even when you know you never visited. “Smells like YOU! So warm and comfy and YOU!” She twirls around in your shirt, giggling like it’s the punchline of the world’s best joke. Later, you notice a cup missing. Then another shirt. Then your spare toothbrush. Julie’s room starts looking eerily familiar. You ask about it, and she says, “Well of COURSE I’m building a YOU corner! Every queen needs her co-star!”

✿ One day you find your name scribbled on the pavement outside your house. Over and over. Hearts around it. Smileys. “Julie + You = Forever!” in bold sidewalk chalk looping endlessly around your front steps. It wraps around the base of your home. Up the mailbox. Even over the windows. “It’s a Surprise Sidewalk Spectacle!” Julie sings, arms flung wide. “I wanted to see your smile first thing in the morning!” But her eyes don’t match her voice. They’re desperate.

✿ She starts talking to your reflection. You catch her giggling into the mirror in your hallway. “Oh! You’re such a card! We’re so perfect together! Aren’t we? Aren’t we?” She’s holding one of your shirts, petting it like it’s alive. You freeze. Julie sees you, but doesn’t flinch. “Shhh. Don’t interrupt! You were telling me all your secret secrets!” Her expression turns serious and her tone flattens. “And you said you’d never leave me.”

✿ The last straw is when you try to go. She catches you at the edge of the Neighborhood. Breathless. Still smiling. “You can’t leave yet! The game’s not over! Don’t you remember? You’re It!” You run. You don’t get far. The trees around the place are strange. Too twisty. Too bright. The sky doesn’t move right. Julie’s voice echoes everywhere. “Come back, come back, come back! I’m sorry, just—!” Then silence. When you open your door the next morning, she’s sitting on your porch. Covered in glitter and dirt. Cradling a piece of your torn clothing, whispering to herself “I’ll give them everything they want. I don’t understand why they keep running. Am I not enough?...” You had never heard her voice drop so low. Now you know that all her blunder, all her cheer, it’s just a facade and the Julie Joyful who was sitting in front of your house, back turned, was the real deal.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 6!

and what a week it's been... idk about you all, but i'm very much looking forward to all the 8b spec fic after seeing That One Leak...

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a graveyard in blue | moonlightmornings/@moonlight-mornings | 12.9k | GA

After a call goes south because of limited resources and an equipment malfunction, Eddie's brave move to rescue a young girl takes a nasty turn. i love how this captures the energy and vibe of a rescue!! genuinely feels straight out of an episode <3

and i'd do it over and over again | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 4.4k | E

Buck and Eddie hook up at the end of "Confessions". oh when i tell you i savoured this one... such a wonderful fic that captures buddie's first time so so perfectly!! i love how their dynamic is written here <3

everything in between | simplyylupin | 2.1k | T

They’re quiet for a moment, mulling over the unsaid, and then Buck’s bringing his phone closer to his face, eyes squinting. “Are you naked?” the absolute codependency of these two <3 so good!!

hot ghost problems | ebjameston/@ebjameston | 40.9k | T

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. this was a reread! i was reminded of the magic system here and revisited it - can confirm that magic and ghosts and all that are so very good here, and i love the diaz siblings!!

i'll tell them put me back in it (and i would do it again) | paleredheadinascifi | 4.8k| T

Eddie doesn't know how to make his listening history private. Buck doesn't know what to do with the words in front of his eyes. Chris cannot believe he has to deal with either of them. the sheer brilliance of this concept... such a lovely look at the buckley-diaz dynamics! i was smiling the whole way through <3

it's golden, like daylight | rarakiplin/@hoediaz | 8.7k | T

“Shut up,” fingers dig into his ribs, “I mean, would you want to? Be married again?” such wonderful firefam dynamics!! i read this last week, i think, and already reread it this past week as well. a new favourite for sure <3

lonely little love dog | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 24k | M

When the 118 is closed for reconstruction after an earthquake, Buck is a floater for different stations around the city. He tries not to let it get to him. Much. this is such a fascinating look at buck's character!! and i LOVED the mara scene <3

parabola | semperama/@semperama | 4.6k | T

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” truly no fic captures the angst with a happy ending tag like this. also this fic is how i learned that there's a special ao3 tag for eddie's will, which sounds about right. anyway, point is, this is wonderful!!

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love | lemonzestywrites/@lemonzestywrites | 25.7k | E

After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise. a reread of one of my favourite fics <3 there's something about the intersection of smut and feelings realisation and introspection in this fic that just hits so very hard, it's lovely <3

the whale fall principle | fastcardotmp3/@fastcardotmp3 | 95.5k | M

Daniel Buckley lives, but he’s still deciding what that means. Maddie is having a baby, but it isn’t her husband’s. And Evan knows his purpose. Until he doesn’t anymore. okay so definitely heed the creator chose not to use archive warnings tag here (there are specific warnings in the chapter notes) but holy shit, this fic. genuinely the best buckley sibling dynamics i have read, like, maybe ever. such a wonderful eddie and chimney and everyone, and such gorgeous writing!! if this one sounds up your alley, you're in for a treat <3

to ebb and flow | akapeterman/@akapeterman | 5.1k | GA

buck is sick, eddie is worried, and christopher is an angel. they'll be okay. i've really been vibing with sickfics lately, can you tell? this is another lovely lovely fic, such great hurt/comfort/domestic fluff!!

wait for me to come home | written_promises | 1.9k | GA

Eddie comes back home to LA from Texas to find Buck waiting for him… in his bed. Because he’s been living in Eddie’s home. and eddie's bed is exactly where buck should be<3 so soft and sweet and beautiful!!

we return to each other in waves | cozycatwriter/@leon-trans-kennedy | 3.1k | GA

“Yes I do. Of course I do. You saved Chris and looked after him the best you could during a tsunami-and you’re still recovering from an embolism from having your leg crushed on the job. The least I could do is look after you and let you stay the night. Besides, Chris would want you to stay.” post-tsunami fics my beloveds <3 it genuinely makes me so happy to see new ones pop up, and this is truly an excellent one!! i love the bed-sharing especially!

you need a friendly hand (and i need action) | AmZamReads | 13.1k | E

Eddie picks up pottery as a hobby and accidentally blows up on Instagram for "accidentally" posting thirst traps of him throwing on the wheel. Buck stumbles across the account and immediately becomes obsessed with Eddie's hands, and horny shenanigans ensues. this fic makes me wish i could make pottery. i love eddie's pottery friends!! and a lovely buddie dynamic too <3

[formosusiniquis]

heart on my lanyard

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington wc: 1224 | T | tags & themes: stobin sharing pronouns and a brain cell; banter; gender identity written for @stobinmonth day 17: pins | AO3

“It’s a foolproof plan!” Robin says her grin stretches too wide across her face, eyes darting between the two pins she’s holding in her hands, the latest creations to come off of the button maker her artsy Grandma gave her for Christmas this year.

“You’ve never once said that and not had us show our ass-”

“This,” Robin says, dragging out the S into a hiss and slapping a hand over Steve’s mouth, “is different.”

And he guesses it technically is, if only because this isn’t a plan so much as her making two pins, one that reads HE HIM and the other SHE HER. The words are stacked on top of each other, each letter cut out from the brightly colored letters of a magazine article headline.

“So we just wear them?” Steve asks, taking the HE HIM pin from the palm of her hand. It’s big, takes up most of his palm, and even though it’s only a button something about it feels dangerous.

“It’s about subtle protest, like this,” she taps at the ‘Ms.’ pin that’s already on her lanyard, with each new job their work uniforms get less obnoxious. The radio station ballcap is a hat he doesn’t mind wearing on days where his hair isn’t looking just right.

Still, he doesn’t quite get it.

“What are we protesting?”

“It’s not a protest protest, it’s like a political statement.” She taps the Ms. pin again. “It’s about not being linked as a male possession.”

“And what political statement do these make?”

Robin looks a little flustered and Steve pins his button on his lanyard. Straightens it out when it tries to settle at an angle. “I saw people wearing them when we walked around South Bend after the Notre Dame tour Dad insisted on.”

“So it’s like protesting that people assume you’re something you might not be?” he asks. His fingers find the button again, maybe calling it dangerous was wrong. It’s weight, makes his brain feel like it’s going to spin the rubber off his brain tires.

“Yeah,” Robin agrees, but she doesn’t sound like she means it. Like her tires are also spinning without something to grab onto.

“They’re removable right?”

“Well, they’re pins, Steve, not tattoos.”

“I just mean I could wear yours and you could wear mine.”

She pinches the back clasp on her button, hisses as it stabs into the meat of her thumb. “That’s, I mean, the point is that it’s honest.”

Steve takes the pin from Robin’s hands, rubs his thumb over the little bead of red. He finds a place for it among the rest of hers, above Blondie and beneath the little red dancing guy that he knows is from some artist she’s told him about. Once it’s in a good enough place, he gives the lanyard a tug right where it clips to her name badge.

“Why wouldn’t it be honest?”

She slaps his hand way hard enough it stings. “Well,” she starts to say and it sounds like the start of some long speech that would be mostly hand gestures and eyebrow movements.

But just like he thought she would, when the question catches up to her she stops. Her cold fingers grab tight to the back of his hands. “Why wouldn’t it be honest, Steve?” 

“I don’t know, I’m not good at words.”

“Not true and also not the point.” Robin says.

“It’s exactly the point. These are words.”

“Everything is words.”

“Everything is not words,” Steve argues more on principle than belief.

“Feelings, “Robin emphasizes. “You’re the feelings one, even if we’ve both had a pretty tragic run lately.”

“You have feelings.”

“But they’re not like my thing.”

“They’re my thing?”

“It’s like how carnival psychics are all fakes,” Robin says, waving her hands like they will connect her point. “They’re just really good at interpreting emotion in facial expression. You’re my psychic.”

“I’m not psychic. I think I’d know if I could read minds”

Robin gives it exactly a second’s thought because if anyone can read minds it’s her with his. “You never really know here, you could be an experiment baby but your brain was wiped so you don’t remember. That could be why your parents are never around.”

“I look just like my mom.” Steve reminds her because that’s better than reminding her she's actually met his mom. Rob spent twenty minutes talking about her legs and that’s not a situation he’d like to relive.

“Maybe you’re a clone. A clone with extra superpowers.”

He thinks about it for a second. Cloning is science fiction Star Trek and X-Men. It’s identical. That is his point, he thinks.

“No powers,” he says, “but maybe the same. The same way we’re the same.”

Robin tugs on his lanyard hard enough it makes him take a step forward. She asks, “It wouldn’t be a lie?”

Following that one further, he pulls her into a hug. “We’re the same,” Steve stops, thinks again. “The same enough. These are just words.”

“Yeah, words that send a message to the outside world.” She butts her head against his shoulders; it thunks hard enough that the vibrations rattle down his collarbone into his chest.

“That’s all words. It doesn’t matter what they mean to other people, people don’t get real stuff. They’re… They don’t get it.”

“I don’t know if I get it, Steve. What are we?”

“You’re Robin, Rob, Robbie, Birdie. I’m Steve.”

“Stevie, Steven, Dingus.”

“Exactly.”

“But that’s different from these.” He hears the soft rattle his pin makes as she taps it on his lanyard.

“Yeah probably. But it’s that political whatever. Letting people know that I can look like this and be a babe.”

“She does not mean babe, you misogynist.”

“I am not a… whatever. I’m just a Miss.”

“All the time? Never Mister?”

“Mister is an old man or a toddler that’s in trouble. Miss is sexy,” he gestures down at himself by rubbing a hand down Robin’s back. “Like a secretary or a young, single mom.”

“I’m a Sir,” she says.

“All the time,” he teases.

She pushes him away, their lanyards holding their hug with their serpentine tangle. “Sir like that hot woman on the motorcycle I saw in South Bend.”

“You don’t have the balance to ride a motorcycle.”

“You don’t have the typing skills for the secretary pool.”

“Who needs to type with these legs.”

“Should I make another set of pins?” Robin asks, reaching over to fiddle with the one Steve is wearing.

“Nah, we can just share.”

“Trade,” Robin corrects.

“Same thing.” Steve corrects back.

“It so is not.”

“Is too.”

“Is not. Words mean things you can’t just say that they are because you want to be right.”

“If we’re-”

“Hey!” Steve jolts. Robin’s hands fly up. Both violently startling at the sound of a different voice. The radio manager, their new boss. “Save that for the air, you’re live in three get in there.”

“I’m right,” Steve says when his back is turned.

“Like a broken clock.”

“Not funny,” he shudders at the involuntary thought of grandfather clocks.

“I’m hilarious, that’s why I’m the host.”

“You’re the host because of the Jackson 5.”

“Jealousy,” Robin says, tugging at his lanyard, “is an ugly look on you, Miss Harrington.”

“Nothing,” Steve tugs back, “is ugly on me, Sir.”

[ioniansunsets]

I'm totally understand you about college! Mine is slowly killing me sometimes. Know it's hard, but remember to take a break if you really need one. <3

Oh and if you still talking requests... can I get one with Sett or Kayn, where s/o is jealous about rumoms that they're with Ahri/Akali?

Thank you :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn and Heartsteel!Sett With a Jealous Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: Sett 486 Words | Kayn 511 Words

✖ Tags: Established R/S | Hidden RS

✖ A/N: It has been so long I am so sorry omg guess who is FINALLY back to writing now that colleg is done I guess. Oops. Oops. Oops. (But yes I wrote this with a, can’t announce they’re dating yet due to circumstance, in mind)

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SETT

Sett is understanding beyond anything and a gentleman to boot. He would notice before you even say anything about it. Sett can tell from the slightest change in your behavior that something was bothering you and ask you about it.

—

“ Come on babe what’s wrong, don’t like ya lookin’ all sad like that.”

A gentle grip as he pulls you up from the couch onto his lap. Face nuzzling your neck as he tries to get you to talk. Puppy dog eyes from your lover was all it took to get you to sigh as you spoke about your small…ok maybe, your average sized problems. His face breaking out into a comforting smile as you spoke, adjusting himself so that you could lie into his chest instead as you spoke.

—

Telling him the way fans keep shipping him with Ahri just because the two of them were stunning Vastayans in media would just make him give you a hearty laugh. Arms around you he’d shower you in kisses, telling you not to bother about fans like that.

Of course it doesn’t end at just telling you it’s ok. Sett would do his best to show that you are the only one for him too. When there are interviews or shows within their shared music label Sett would consciously stay a respectable distance from Ahri. (Of course explaining to her his want to stamp down the rumors of which she readily agrees to)

Sett is a gentleman so of course he is nice to the girls still, but all the sweet things extend to you too. Plus, beyond that he gives you special treatment when you two are outside together. Letting you know if he has shoots with her so you can drop by to feel the comfort of knowing there’s nothing to be worried about. Wearing things with your initials, wearing your colors or matching accessories with you whenever he can so that so that it is clear to others that he is taken and is in love with someone else.

He comforts you of course, gently making sure you understand that as a public figure he can’t do much about the things people say and do about him online, but at the least, he can post some subtle couple pictures with you online, telling fans (untargetedly) that he isn’t comfortable with being shipped with other idols.

And later on your relationship, when the situation arises and management approves of announcing his relationship with you, it is you he has in his arms. Hand outstretched to help you out of the limo at a red carpet event. Bright smile on his face as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes as you dress to the nines with him looking both amazing, proudly showing you off to the paparazzi to settle things once and for all. He was taken and he was yours.

----

KAYN

Kayn would notice when he comes back from a dinner function with K/DA to see you looking really pouty at him from the bed. Alright, something was wrong here, the real question is, was it his fault?

—

“ Hey babe um…did I…did I do something wrong? It’s not cos I came home so late right?”

Throwing off his branded jacket to the side, kicking off his shoes, Kayn would slowly make his way over to the bedside, sitting by you as he looks at you concerned. Hand reaching out to comb through your hair to try and console you. The soft feeling of his nails gently scratching your scalp to coax you into confiding in him helped of course. A soft sigh leaving you as you showed him all the posts in the KaynKali tags online. You knew he loved you and they were just childhood friends but still it was tough to see fans ship them together.

—

He laughs first, loudly. Thinking so obviously that you were joking to be jealous of Akali of a people. He only suddenly stops as he sees you hurt and glaring at him frustrated.

Apologizing furiously as he pulls you in for a tight hug. Telling you about how he has no intentions like that with her and she definitely doesn’t look at him that way either. As far as he is concerned they are both furthest from each other’s type, she’s a sister to him and that you have nothing to worry about. Whatever ‘chemistry’ fans see were just their irritated banter between close friends, nothing more!

A smug smile on his face as he peppers yours in kisses, jokingly asking you if you wanted him to post all his couple photos of you guys to social media right now. Sure it would start drama and management would kill him but he loves you and mischief isn’t something he shys away from. The only reason he hasn’t was because he treasures his privacy with you afterall.

With you in his arms he whips out his phone for you to see, sending Akali a text to ask about what she felt about all this only to have her reply with a photo of her flipping him off and blocking him. “ See? Nothing to worry about baby. My love only belongs to you.”

But of course, it doesn’t just end there. He doesn’t hard announce your relationship or anything but whenever you two go out together he happily holds your hand or has an arm around your waist. He doesn’t hide you and proudly shows you off but never making it official until management lets him.

When the time comes and he gets to show you off he does it as showy as he could. Calling you out on stage mid solo performance to lift you up with one arm, lips passionately pressing against yours as a smug smile graces his lips. Announcing proudly to all his fans that you were his and his only.

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I Come With Knives

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I am not tagging anybody in this because this fic deals with very heavy subjects and I don't want to force anybody into that unexpectedly.

Title comes from "I Come With Knives" by IAMX

Warnings: blood, injury, blood drinking, mentions of past abuse (not explicit), mentions of emotinal/psychological abuse, mentions of (emotional) manipulation, self-inflicted injury (somewhat vague in description), trauma, slavery mention, angst with a dash of fluff here and there

If I need to add more PLEASE let me know

Word Count: 2,025

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The moment you laid eyes on him, you knew what he was. Even in the sunlight, those crimson eyes, the fangs, the bite marks. There was no denying it. But he never said anything about it, never brought it up, nor did he eat in front of you - so you let it lie.

You weren’t a vampire, fortunately, but unfortunately you’d been… a slave… to one. You toss and turn at night, imagining you’re back in her arms. Writhing under her, light fading as she drinks too much in her anger. How she coos and cuddles you afterward, urging water and fruit into your mouth as you cling to her. You wake up nauseous and panting, cold sweat sticking to your skin.

“Bad dream?”

You whipped around, the dagger you kept under your pillow aimed at the owner of the voice. Astarion chuckled, hands raised to show he was unarmed. You sighed and dropped your weapon.

“A really bad dream, then, or are you always so quick on the draw?”

You stay quiet and wipe the sweat off your brow and upper lip. There was a stream nearby… but the thought of being alone out here at night terrified you. Sleeping out in the open with another vampire mere feet away was bad enough.

But there was nothing else you could do now to distract your mind. Her eyes, her smile were burned into your every thought, taunting you, beckoning you back to her.

“I dreamt of my master,” you admit. His eyes squint with intrigue. You feel bile in the back of your throat. “She haunts me every time I close my eyes. I can’t get rid of her.”

He hums, contemplative. “When you say ‘master’...”

You hum, thinking you knew precisely what he was going to say. “She’s probably not too different from yours.”

All at once, he shuts down. The playful, charismatic aura about him turns to stone in a heartbeat. His voice is sour and sharp when he speaks, like a snake’s hiss. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Then pretend I said nothing, but you’re not exactly trying to hide what you are.”

He opens his mouth, fangs prominent, but the conversation is cut short when someone shifts in their bedroll. You both watch, waiting for the still silence to return. Even once it does, he says nothing.

“Goodnight, Astarion.” You tuck your dagger back under your pillow and lay back down, tugging the blanket up and over your neck. He catches a glimpse of puncture wounds before they’re hidden away once more.

-

It’s almost noon the next day when he brings it up. Shadowheart and Gale forge ahead, chatting idly about their goddesses. When he sidles up beside you, you wait for him to speak.

“I thought I was being subtle.” It’s light, almost a pout. He doesn’t want to scrape past the surface just yet.

“The fangs and eyes could be excused, if you weren’t an elf. But I’d recognize a scar like that anywhere.” You look at him from the corner of your eye. “And the jokes were a little on the nose.”

His lip quirks up. He looks at you appraisingly, sizing you up. “You have the same scar,” he pointed out. You looked straight ahead again. He looked too… pleased with himself for noticing. “No wonder you wear a high collar - it looks deep.”

“I…” you swallow. Thinking about her makes you so flustered. It’s hard to find words when just thinking about it placed a boulder in your gut. “I was her personal blood supply. Every night, she…”

You don’t see the way his face softens. Haughty superiority replaced with a sort of sorrow. Empathy.

“I’m sorry. I can’t talk about it.”

Leaves brush up against each other around you with the coming and going of a cool breeze. The only other sound besides the conversation up ahead was the sound of boots stepping on dirt and over branches. You focus on it all, desperate to distract your mind.

Astarion clears his throat. “Your form is lousy, by the way.”

You turn and stare at him as though he’d sprouted a second head.

He pretended to study his nails. “When you threatened me last night, your grip was sloppy. And you’d never be able to land a solid blow, not without breaking your wrist first. Threatening an enemy is only as good as your ability to act on it.”

“So my form was like an empty threat?”

He grinned at you like you were a child grasping the alphabet for the first time. “Precisely.”

“And I assume you’d be the one to teach me how to improve?”

“Darling, there’s no one better. I would be willing to give you a pointer or two. If you ask nicely.”

You smiled despite yourself. And later, back at camp, you said please and he showed you everything you needed to know to defend yourself.

-

The stars glisten overhead. Each twinkle is a secret shared between them. A whisper of gossip. You can almost imagine what it would sound like - the tinkling of bells, the soft clink of porcelain.

Astarion purposefully makes his steps louder so you don’t startle when his face pops into your vision. The bags under his eyes seem deeper. His cheeks more hollowed than usual, skin sickly white instead of simply pale. He nudges his head toward the forest, and waits impatiently as you stand to follow.

Long strides carry him quickly through the underbrush, you’re nearly jogging to keep up. And suddenly he stops, ways enough from camp that talking wouldn’t wake anybody up.

He paces, almost frantic. “I don’t know who else to come to for this. The others already don’t trust me - they’d kill me before showing an ounce of kindness.”

“Astarion, what are you talking about?”

He groans and comes to a stop in front of you. His eyes are crazed and starved and apologetic. “I’m hungry,” he finally quietly admits. He takes a step back when he sees the microexpressions in your face. The way your eyes become distant and sharp. At the same time as your mind wanders to your master, you were searching him for any signs of danger. “I know what you’ve been through, but I can’t keep slinking off to eat squirrels and boar - it’s not enough, not if I have to fight. I feel so… weak. I’m open to suggestions, darling, really. I’d much rather not latch onto an old scab.”

When he says it, you turn your head away to hide that side of your neck. You don’t even realize you’re doing it. He can hear your heart racing in your chest. He’s worried for a moment that you’ll pass out. But he waits, as patient as a starving vampire can be, while you think. He makes no move forward, no efforts to reach toward you or grab you.

If eating animals couldn’t satisfy him enough, then only bigger prey would. Your mind jumps to shout “HUMAN” in your ear, but then you’re reminded of the bodies left in your wake. With each encounter, all manner of unsavory types were abandoned, left to rot and decay.

“T- The goblins? Could you eat those?”

He huffs, frustration seeping into his tone. “Well, yes, but there’s a startling lack of them for at least a mile down the road. With your permission, I’d be more than happy to eat my fill after a fight - even during, should it come to that. But if I have to fight tomorrow like- like this,” he gestures to himself, but his voice chokes before he can describe what may happen. He sighs.

The moon watches silently as you struggle against yourself. The stars whisper vitriol to each other, giggling as you clench and unclench your fists. You could do it. You could help him, right now. But just thinking about his mouth on your neck-

You swallow. “I may have an idea. I- I don’t know how well it’ll work, but…”

“I’m all pointy ears, darling.”

You stumble over your words, trying and failing to explain your thoughts. Eventually, you huff in annoyance with yourself and tell him to wait there, before disappearing back in the woods towards camp. You grab your dagger from beneath the pillow, an empty bottle you found, and a roll of bandages.

He frowns when he sees what you’ve returned with. “What are you doing with all that?”

You shove the roll of bandages towards him and he takes them, unwilling to upset you further when your face was set with such determination. You hold the bottle under your arm and steady your blade against your hand.

“Darling, what-”

The smell of blood hits him like a tidal wave. He can’t tear his eyes away. Something animalistic inside of him wants to lunge for a drink; it takes every ounce of his willpower not to.

You uncork the bottle with your teeth and line the dripping blood up with the whole. With a squeeze and a whimper, blood begins to fill the container. The drip slows when the bottle is halfway full. Even for a small jar, it’s impressive. You hold it out for him to take, a slight tremor in your fingertips. “Drink it.”

He can’t argue. He can barely form the words to say anything. All he can think about is the sanguine fluid presented to him. He licks a stray drip trailing down the side of the bottle with a sigh. So sweet. So warm. Thick and rich, not some watered down rancid rat’s blood. He’s groaning as he tips it back, gulping every last drop down.

In his distraction, you pull the bandage from his hand. It takes no effort at all. You wrap a section around your hand.

Astarion sighs long and low when he finishes. His eyes are closed, savoring the taste on his tongue. “That was…” He huffs with a smile, fangs bared and tinted with your blood. When the daze of hunger passes, his eyes find you.

You tried repeatedly to hold the bandage in place, pinning it between the back of your hand and your stomach, trying to hold onto it with your fingers, even trying to use your teeth. It falls each time. You’re careful not to let it hit the ground. You had enough to worry about - best not add infection to the list. Pale hands stop you before you can try again.

You startle away at first. His fingers barely wrap around your wrist, making no effort to hold you in place, only to hold you steady. His other hand takes hold of the bandage.

“May I?” It’s deep, almost seductive. He has a smirk on his face again. Already his skin is gaining the slightest tint of color; his eyes don’t look as tired. “It’s the least I could do.”

Everything inside of you tells you to run away. He’s too close. One quick movement while you’re off guard and he could drain you dry. He could hurt you. Your dagger is abandoned on the ground, dirt sticking to the wet blood along its edge as it waits to be cleaned. You’re defenseless.

With the barest nod, he gets to work. Nimble fingers wrap the cloth securely and tie it off on the back of your hand, out of the way so you can still hold onto things. He guides your hand to his mouth and you’re scared he’ll tear the bandage off and dig his teeth and tongue into the cut, but all he does is place a small kiss over it.

“This is a gift, you know,” he whispers, eyes half-lidded not with lust - but something reminiscent of it. A poor imitation. “I won’t forget it.”

He lets go of your hand. With a smile - too devious to be genuine - he slips back into the woods.

Her eyes don’t haunt you in your dreams that night. Her mouth doesn’t curl around contempt and honeyed words. All you see is him. His eyes staring through thick lashes into yours as his lips place a feathered kiss on your hand.

[the-reader-insert-gazette]

My Favorite Sound - F!Reader x Yanqing

Featured Column - Honkai Star Rail

Yanqing’s sword never wavers—until she laughs. And then, everything starts to shift.

✒️ Word Count: 1132 🏷️ Relevant Tags: Vidyadhara!Reader | Cloud Knight!Reader | Accidental Feelings | Patrolling Together

He first hears it by accident.

A breath of laughter, not mocking or restrained like the ones he’s learned to ignore, but bright and melodic. It cuts through the hushed halls of the training grounds like a crack of sunlight, startling enough that his next swing falters midair.

Yanqing looks toward the courtyard entrance where she stands, hair damp from morning training and sleeves rolled halfway up her forearms. [Name]. A vidyadhara Cloud Knight who faced no shortage of resistance during recruitment—not for lack of skill, but because her past incarnation had been a non-combatant. A healer, a pacifist. Some said she had no place holding a blade.

She insisted otherwise.

Now here she is, leaning over a low railing, a hand covering her mouth—but it’s too late. She’s seen him stumble.

“It’s not funny,” he says stiffly, lowering his sword.

“It kind of is,” she replies, lips quirking.

He narrows his eyes, turning back to the practice dummy. But for the first time that morning, his rhythm is off. And the laugh, sharp as a bell, keeps echoing in the back of his mind long after she’s walked away.

It happens again during night patrol. They’re paired together more often now—as [Name]’s route overlaps with his, and the General insists it’s good for 'cross-method collaboration'. Yanqing suspects it’s code for 'She doesn’t listen to me either—go supervise her.'

“What is that?” he asks after the third chorus.

She hums as she walks. Not a proper march cadence, but some off-world melody she claims she heard at the Scalegorge Waterscape.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she teases, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “It’s catchy, right? I can teach it to you if you admit you missed me yesterday.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes you did.”

His retort dies halfway when she twirls once on her heel, just for fun, then hops lightly over a crack in the walkway as if the ground might bite her. It’s ridiculous. No proper Cloud Knight does that on patrol. But there’s a looseness to her that throws him off. No one else lets their guard down like this when the Luofu’s peace depends on discipline. On them.

He shouldn’t find it amusing. And yet.

“You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I’m very serious,” she replies, mock affronted. “In fact, I’m the most serious person you’ve ever met. Which is why I’m going to show you something very important.”

Before he can object, she jabs a finger just beneath his ribs.

He jerks. “Wha—hey!”

“There it is,” she says triumphantly, leaning in to peer at him. “You twitch.”

“I do not.”

“You do! Right here.” She pokes again. He dodges, then lunges forward to grab her wrist, but she’s already ducking behind him with an infuriatingly graceful pivot that could only belong to someone with centuries of instinct folded into her blood.

The dance continues for a few steps—him reaching, her dodging, both forgetting their duties for only a few moments.

And then she’s laughing. Full and open and bright, the sound rolling out like wind chimes caught in a breeze. He freezes.

“Don’t stop now,” she says, catching her breath, cheeks tinged with warmth. “You almost had me that time.”

He doesn’t answer.

“Yanqing?”

He straightens his collar. “Let’s finish the patrol.”

He tells himself it’s tactical.

She’s stronger when she’s focused. More effective. And for some reason, he’s the only one who can make her stop zoning out during drills. So he starts assigning himself next to her during practice spars. Points out her flaws—bluntly, but with purpose.p

“You leave your back open when you pivot,” he tells her after one drill.

“So do you,” she fires back.

“I’m allowed. I have superior footwork.”

She lifts a brow. “Says who?”

“Says me.”

“You’ll have to prove it then.”

They clash again. Her sword arcs low. His counters. She grins. He tries not to.

It becomes a habit.

He studies her gait during formation marches just to see when she’ll hop over uneven stones. He picks sparring dummies next to hers so he can time the moments she pulls punches just to mess with technique reviewers. He learns what makes her laugh. Soft teasing. Dumb nicknames. Wordplay that catches her off-guard.

So he does it again. And again. Not because he’s trying to distract her—no, definitely not—but because that sound? That laugh?

It lingers longer than her sword arc. And it sharpens his focus like nothing else.

“Why are you so obsessed with making me laugh?” she asks one evening, pausing mid-drill to lean her wooden blade on her shoulder.

“I’m not.”

“You kind of are.”

“It’s good for morale.”

“Mine or yours?”

He falters. Just a blink. But she notices. She always does.

A gust of wind rustles the hanging scrolls by the courtyard wall. Dusk filters in, catching on the edges of her hair, the curve of her cheek. There’s a quiet smile playing at the edge of her mouth, not quite smug but knowing.

He clears his throat. “It’s a useful distraction technique. You’re less annoying when you’re laughing.”

“And you’re less tense when I am.”

“I’m not tense.”

“You’re always tense.”

She steps closer, fingers adjusting his collar before he can stop her. Not that he’s was going to try that hard anyways.

“You really think I’m annoying?” she asks, softly now. The humor’s still there, but it's tempered by something more fragile.

“No,” he says before he can think. “I think you’re…”

The word’s caught in his mouth. He doesn’t know the right one. Not the kind that makes sense in Cloud Knight drills or combat reports.

He exhales. “You’re important.”

Her eyes soften.

“That’s not what I meant to say,” he adds quickly, cheeks pinking. “I meant—you’re—when you laugh, it’s…”

“You like it.”

“…Yes.”

“Because it means I’m not being annoying?”

“Because it’s…” He swallows. “It’s my favorite sound.”

The silence hangs suspended for a beat too long.

Then—“Well, now I have to keep laughing, don’t I?” she says, voice lighter. “If the Lieutenant himself demands it.”

She reaches for his wrist and twirls away, the edge of her coat brushing his side as she spins just far enough to remain out of reach—just like that first day, when she stood at the courtyard railing and laughed like no one else dared to.

But this time, he doesn’t chase her.

He steps forward.

And when she pauses—expecting him to tease, to push back, to fall into the rhythm they’ve been dancing around for months—he instead brushes the side of her cheek, fingers barely grazing her skin.

“You don’t have to try,” he murmurs. “You laugh without thinking. That’s what makes it real.”

[Name]'s breath catches.

And finally, finally, she doesn’t dodge when he leans in.

[mushyblushyredhead]

DAY 9: Lie ˚✧₊⁎・⁎⁺˳✧༚ (Marvel)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

Lee!Peter 3

Ler!Doc Ock

Words: 2,400

Summary: Spider-Man’s snarky quips have always helped him out of intense situations. Except when one particular Spider-Man (Peter 3) quickly realizes that his iconic quips aren’t enough to hide the silly weakness he “totally doesn’t have” from a certain eight-limbed, but surprisingly playful, scientist.

Peter 3 hummed to himself as he dangled upside down on one of the infamous actuators of Doctor Octavius. He never thought he’d be casually sitting in the same room with the once notorious villain from Peter 2’s universe.

The three Spider brothers had decided to hang out together earlier that day in the oldest Peter’s world. Except, Peter 2 had forgotten that he had to help assist Otto in the lab that same day.

“Aw don’t tell me you’re secretly helping him build another doomsday machine,” Peter 3 had joked.

The oldest rolled his eyes. “Relax. He’s dropped out of the villain gig for good. I was only supposed to help him sort and organize stuff around the lab, that’s all.”

The youngest Peter pouted. “Awww so what does that mean? You won’t be able to hang out today?”

Peter 2 was about to say something when the younger spiders both gave him their best puppy dog eyes stare. He grimaced. He could never deny his little bros with those looks. “Okay, look,” he finally said with a sigh. “Even though I’m supposed to help Otto today, I guess…you guys can…tag along too? As long as you don’t break anything, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind your guys’ company.”

“Alright!” The younger brothers cheered. “Let’s go!”

Things went smoothly upon arrival. Doctor Octavius was a bit surprised that all three Peter Parkers showed up, but he didn’t mind. While he and his Peter worked away at sorting through cabinets and desk drawers, the doctor let the younger Peters play around with his metal tentacles to keep them occupied.

Peter 1 was having a blast; swinging and dangling from the actuators, and letting them hold and lift him up.

Peter 3, however, wasn’t exactly having the same amount of fun. He simply sat down on a nearby swivel chair, pretending to be occupied with his web shooters. He was still a little unnerved about Doctor Octavius.

Okay, he had to admit, those artificially intelligent metal arms of his were really cool in a way. But they still seemed kind of…scary? Intimidating? The way those pointy claws curled and snapped shut, and the fact that were intelligent with a mind of their own that used to take control of their maker’s mind. Shudder.

It wasn’t until Peter 2 announced for a coffee break, that got the younger Spider bros’ attention.

“I’m just going to grab a couple coffees from Starbucks for us,” he said while grabbing his coat. “Anyone want anything from there?”

“Oooh! Oooh!” Peter 1 frantically waved from his upside down position on the actuators. “I’ll take a mango dragonfruit lemonade! Make it a venti!”

“Got it. Peter 3? You want anything?”

Said Peter hummed in thought. “Umm…a mocha cookie crumble for me. Make mine a venti, too.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Got it.”

The youngest spider chirped. “Wait! Can I come with you? You might need an extra pair of hands to carry all the drinks, heh.”

“Good thinking, little bro.”

“Awesome! Okay, uhh…can you guys let me go?” Peter 1 sheepishly asked the clingy actuators. They whirred understandingly and set him down, and all took a turn to give him a quick hair ruffle.

“You guys need me to come, too?” Peter 3 asked, getting up from his spot.

“Actually…” said the oldest. “Peter 1 and I can handle it. Thanks, though. In the meantime, you can hang back here in the lab. We won’t be long.”

“You can chill out here with Doc’s cool arms!” Peter 1 chirped. “They’re really fun to be around. Super clingy, too, but affectionate.”

“Oh. Okay then…” the middle brother eyed the mechanical arms wearily from the corner of his eye.

Peter 2 wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no need to be afraid or intimidated by him. It’s all good now. I know you don’t know Doc as well as I do or even like Peter 1 has gotten to lately, but this is a chance to get to know him, too. Oh, and don’t be scared about those metal arms of his. They won’t bite.”

Peter 3 rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Just go get my coffee already. I need my caffeine!”

“Relax, bossy,” the oldest said with a poke to the middle’s ribs. “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

Peter 3 flinched and bit back a smile. It got super quiet in the lab now that the other two left. It was a little too quiet for Peter 3.

Doc Ock noticed how uneasy the middle Peter looked. He gave a little sigh. He must still be intimidated by me. He couldn’t blame the young Spider-Man. He knew he must’ve always looked intimidating to anyone who came across him.

But still, he didn’t want the young Parker to be afraid of him forever. Maybe his Peter’s suggestion earlier about leaving the two of them alone wasn’t such a great idea after all.

Then one of his nearby actuators chirped. Oh, yes. I almost forgot about that. Let’s just hope that what my Peter says about him is indeed true.

The scientist cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Y’know, you can have a look around my laboratory if you’d like. You don’t have to be confined to one spot.”

Peter 3 nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Octavius shyly extended a metal tentacle towards him. “Would you…like to have a seat?” I know your other counterparts really enjoy it. Especially the littlest Peter.”

The middle Spidey hesitated or a moment. “Well…okay.” He climbed on top of the extended actuator. It suddenly lifted him up high off the ground. “W-Whoa! What the heck?!”

Doc Ock had to bite back a smile. “Sorry. Too high?” The actuator lowered. “That better?”

Peter 3 nodded. Feeling a little more relaxed, he let himself instinctively dangle upside down from the metal arm. Huh…he had to admit, this was nice. “Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Sometimes I forget those metal arms of yours have a mind of their own.”

The scientists hummed in agreement. “They can be quite a handful sometimes. But in reality, it’s like having four puppies attached to my back at all times.”

As if on cue, the other actuators slithered over to Peter 3, chirping curiously as they closed in. Peter 3 shrunk back a little. “W-Whoa uhm…they aren’t—they aren’t gonna like, attack me or anything, right?”

“Relax, they don’t bite.” Otto paused. “On second thought, technically they do, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Easy now, Peter,” Otto chuckled. “Before you get alarmed, I must ask…are you ticklish by any chance?”

Peter 3 could feel his cheeks grow warm in an instant. The question caught him so off guard, and already made butterflies fill his belly. “U-Uhhaahm…” he laughed awkwardly, averting his gaze. “Um…n-no..?”

“Hm. Your hesitance and the color of your cheeks says otherwise.”

Peter 3 awkwardly rubbed at his face, as if that would wipe away his blush. “W-Well I’m not hesitating. So…yeah. A-And I’m not ticklish, either.” He scoffed. “I mean, why would I be, right? That’s just not something that really works on me, y’know?”

Otto nodded. “I know, Peter. Which is why I’m gonna do this.”

Peter 3 suddenly squeaked like a mouse as he felt a jab to his side. “AaHHEAA!” Another squeeze, this time to his other side. The culprit? Two sneaky actuators. “Whoa, hey, d-don’t get any ideHAA! HaHAHeheheyyy! Nohohoho!” This time, both curious actuators simultaneously nuzzled against Peter 3’s sides.

The tallest Spidey was starting to lose his balance so he hopped off the metal tentacle. But as soon as he touched the ground, all four actuators surrounded and hovered over Peter 3, their claws teasingly pinching and wiggling in the air just above him.

Peter 3 squeaked and curled in on himself. His arms wrapped around his torso protectively. Air tickles always drove him crazy! It made his spider tingle go off over and over, which made the fuzzy feeling of anticipation even worse!

“Oh, and another thing, Peter,” Doc Ock’s voice cut in. “Your other two partners in crime explained to me how you’re still hesitant to be around me. I don’t blame you, boy. I now I can look very intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I can be very fun to be around with, y’know!” He smiled over the sound of the tall Spidey’s cackles.

Peter 3 couldn’t answer properly with his mad giggling and squeaking. He couldn’t believe how teasy and casual the scientist was being! Okay, maybe his other spider bros were right about one thing: maybe he didn’t have to be intimidated by Doc Ock anymore.

But still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling like he had been set up. His question was immediately answered.

“I was also told by my Peter that the best way I could warm up to you was through silly play like this,” the scientist emphasized his point by having two metal arms squeeze at the boy’s ribs. “Since you love to play round and laugh. His words, not mine.”

“WhaHAAAhat?! I-I knew you guhuhuys were uhuhup to somethiHHEEE!! Something eheeHEE—evil when you were tahahahalking!”

“Why, I did no such thing,” Otto innocently answered. “I’m simply trying to show you how friendly and warm I can be. You, on the other hand, have brought this upon yourself by lying to me!”

“WhahAHAt?! I nehehever lied!”

“Mhm, did so. You lied about being ticklish, and I will not tolerate any liars in my lab!”

“B-Buhuhut I wahahasn’t lying! I-I swear!”

“Then lift your arms up.”

“W-Whahahat?!!”

“You heard me. Lift your arms up. If you aren’t ticklish like you say, then clearly this shouldn’t affect you, right?”

“Riiiihihight?”

“Well, then go ahead.”

Being ever so stubborn, Peter shook his head and wrapped his arms even tighter around his torso. “Noho wahahay! I knhohohow what you’re gonna do!”

Otto couldn’t help but laugh at the flustered Spider-Man. “Good lord, you must be extremely ticklish to be this jumpy and giggly.”

“I-I aham nahahahat!”

“Another lie right there! That’s it, now you’re going to get it!”

The four actuators descended onto Peter 3, two grabbing his wrists, making him screech. “NAAAAHAHAHAO PLEASE!”

The scientist actually jumped back at he sudden reaction and quirked a brow. “Too much? I’m sorry, I’ll tone it down if you’re too overwhelmed by this.”

The metal tentacles pulled away like nothing had happened. Otto stole a quick glance at Peter 3, and was sure his heart was going to melt at the sudden look of shock and disappointment on his face.

Was he…pouting?

“Something on your mind?” The doctor asked with a soft grin.

“U-Uhmm….I-I hhhmmffhh…” the flustered Spider-Man averted his gaze and fumbled with his hoodie sleeves. “Y-You don’t—you didn’t have to…necessarily stop…”

“Oh? Is that my cue to keep going?” The metal tentacles were back, pinching the air above Peter 3’s sides.

“W-Whoa! Watch ihihit with those thihihings! A-And what? Keep going?” Peter’s 3’s face flushed as red as a cherry. “You couuuuld if you wanted to…” His lips suddenly curled into a cheeky smile. “But you’re wasting your time ‘cause I’m not even ticklish!” He stuck his tongue out and made a run for it as soon as the actuators descended on him again.

Otto shook his head with a smile at the Spider-Man’s cheekiness. His Peter warned him about how stubborn Peter 3 could be when admitting something like being ticklish. But he also said that was just Peter 3’s silent way of asking for more tickles or to keep going as he always provoked the other person instead of asking for it; he was just too shy to ask the dreaded question.

Otto had his metal tentacles make a grab for him again, resulting in Peter dashing for the door. He, of course, didn’t make it and was once again grabbed and pinned by the actuators. “What is with you lying to my face? You’re literally giggling and squirming already and I haven’t laid a finger on you!”

Peter 3 just shook his head, sputtering more giggles as his blush darkened and reached the tips of his ears. “I-Ihihit’s your freaheeheeheaky arms! Make them stohohop thahat!”

The older scientist was confused at first, but quickly caught on when he saw his actuators hovering over the boy’s body, the claws teasingly wiggling and slowly lowering and pulling away at the last second. “Ohhh I see. You can’t stand anticipating tickles, can you?”

Peter 3 stuck his tongue out in response.

“My goodness, you just have quite the attitude today. I’m guessing you don’t want me to go easy on you then. For that extra lie, you’re getting all four actuators!”

“W-Wait huh? What does that me—HEEEEEEheahaHAAAAAhaha!!” Peter 3 didn’t have the time to finish his sentence because all four metal tentacles attacked him at once. One was squeezing at his ribs, another shoved under his arm, another scribbled at his belly, and the last one was trying to get at his kicking feet.

Despite not being restrained at all, Peter 3 made no real attempt to get away. He just laid there on the floor, squirming like a worm on a hot sidewalk, and cackling like a hyena.

“AaaHAAAAhahaeheAAAAheeHEEEEEEHEE!! HeeheHEEEEheHAAAAhaha!!”

“Interestingly enough, you’re not making much attempt to get away. I don’t even have to hold you down with my extra arms!”

“ShsHDHSHshuhuhut uhUHUP!! AAAAAHH! Wahahahait!! NAAAAAAHAHAHAO!! EEEEEEK!!”

“Oh? Is this a bad rib of yours?”

“YEHEHEHES!!” Peter 3 shook his head madly. “T-Thahahat one’s off limits—NAAAAAAHAHAAA!! N-Not there EHEEEHEHEEE—either!!”

Octavius shook his head with a chuckle. “Is there any part of you that isn’t ticklish?”

“I-I d-HAAAAAAHAHAA don’t knoHOHOW!! *snort*”

“Dihihid you just snort?!”

“N-NOHOHO—*snort!*”

Unbeknownst to them, two figures were watching the playful spectacle from the slightly ajar door.

Peter 1 giggled behind his hand. “Peter 3 does sound like a hyena!”

Peter 2 lightly shushed him. “He sure does. I’m just glad Otto took my advice after all when we left. Well played with you too, little brother; tagging along with me to get those two alone.” He ruffled the younger spider’s hair.

Peter 1 squeaked happily at the touch. “Hey, you don’t think Peter 3 will get mad at us for doing this to him on purpose, do you?”

“Nah,” Peter 2 shook his head. “You know how much he secretly loves to be tickled. Besides, this way he won’t be afraid of Doctor Octavius anymore just like we all once were. Despite the scary metal arms, he really does have a soft playful side.”

THE END (*´꒳`*)

[crguang]

// rain burst spoilers

tagging because i know some of yall are also new to the game and the update just came out but i need to yap to myself for a minute. about garofano specifically.

so many thoughts that need to come out, i don’t know if it’s recency bias but she’s officially my second favorite character in the game man… like i already loved her a lot after her interro and i’ve explained how she’s my type in every single way but i wasn’t expecting her to have such a big role in this event and i was really pleasantly surprised, she stole the show a bit. couldn’t focus on shit but her voice and mannerisms. im also glad to have some more info about the garden because they were always kinda blurry in my mind but to learn that they actually treat each other like family and it not only being sumire’s opinion on coquelic (her savior) warmed my heart like. sumire, who was the first character i liked in the game, talking about garo like this godddd they’re my everything. they care about each other so bad… found each other when they were all at their lowest… that’s family.

garo’s so loved. she’s soooo cherished by the people around her and it means the world to me knowing how desperately she needed a family after she lost her biological one. i understand more the fear that drives her now, because unlike how it looks like just by reading through her interro, her love is actually reciprocated. the garden all cling to each other and they’re “the only treasure she has”… to see the lengths she’s willing to go to just to assure their safety is so inspiring to me. i know we’re all like omg freaky milf and yeah she’s a freaky milf but i loved seeing how much she genuinely cares. there are sinners (cough cabernet cassia cough) who will objectify people for their own selfish needs and not necessarily give a shit about them but garo cares, her calling her loved ones “possessions” is just born out of an extreme fear of abandonment and loneliness because she loves them. she’s not surrounding herself with just anybody in order to not be alone. these people understand her, and that’s very important to her. they’re all people who have gone through something similar to what she has, who had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. she has a relationship with them. idk it was really nice to see how she thinks about her found family. this line tugged at my heartstrings fr, and the one where she’s struggling to go on due to the extreme mania contamination in her body but keeps going so she doesn’t become bait for her family and indirectly hurts them… i swoooned

she wants revenge on those who have hurt her and her loved ones but it’s not really what drives her, it’s that burning desire to protect them so they wont be used or hurt again. it all comes down to this for real, and that’s admirable to me. loved the traits that separate her from rahu; where rahu protects the innocent, garo protects her people and that’s all that matters. love how she straight up said she didnt give a fuck 😭 she’s ready to “burn in hell” for her actions if it means her loved ones are safe like shes sooo intense and i really love that about her.

i have so much shit to say about her, man. seeing her skills in action was AMAZING, especially against an s-rank sinner like rahu!!! i was lowkey cheering for her im sorry. she’s fast and dexterous with her fingers so yall know what that means hehehe hahaha i need her in me. her composure… the way it only breaks when someone mentions her family being used because of her… how quickly she regains control in a situation that has destabilized her… the mocking, teasing tone she takes with rahu even as she’s getting thrown around like a doll and her sense of humour with the dog collar she sends her like ohhhhh my god i’m obsessed. im obsessedddd there are so many moments i couldnt screenshot or else i'd have the whole event in my camera roll and also tumblr wont allow them all in one post but know that they're imprinted in my gray matter

speaking of getting thrown around like a doll— THIS EVENT STRESSED ME OUTTTTT. omg. i was so stressed out bro garo was getting hurt left and right and i was in my room like “please please please get up get up im begging youre fine walk it off” the whole time. rahu and her big ass shield like put that shit away?! slamming her around by the neck please get your hands off her immediately?!?! and then this…. i cant believe they made me read about how she’s crying and cursing as she’s getting tortured i couldnt even be horny. i was so stressed out i couldnt even goon out to her whimpering and gasping and breathing hard. see how serious this shit was?… she was barely breathing when she got corrupted by wtv the fuck those underground dudes carry around AND THEN GOT RIDDLED WITH BULLETS? AND THENNNNNNN GOT BEATEN UP BY RAHU???? OH MY DAYS. LEAVE MY WOMAN ALONEEEEEEEEEE. shit, they all got a hit on her i was SICK. paradeisos you will burn to the ground. langley hop on that helicopter before you get taken down too

and speaking of cursing…. i need aisno to never beep another curse word again. they’ve been slacking off on that front and good for me because hearing garofano swear made my day it sounds so out of place and sexy coming from her. the emphasis on “fucks” like she really hates these dudes😭😭 it’s so hot. it’s so hot man. i cant add the video on here bc tumblr is a bitch that wont let me add multiple vids in one post but i tweeted it here for those who wanna hear it, i'm usually a private acc but i felt like being public for a while lol

anyway this really was an amazing event and the #1 garo stan now

[commander-writergirl]

To Heal the World

Chapter 2: The Mother of All Loses

Synopsis: After almost dating for a year, Michael has to help Bekah process a lost, she's been dreading for years.

Pair: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Jewish!FOC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Loss of a Parent

Word Count: 2060

Tag List: Let me know if you want to be tagged.

A/N: I hate having to do this but: In this chapter, I have Rebekah discuss an exchange medical program where she goes to Israel. Reminder, outside of political sides, Israel is a medical capital of the world, so much so that The Pitt used medical tech from Israel in their Mass Causality episode. And that Israel still has the highest number of doctors. While how I describe the program is probably... inaccurate, I still want you to keep an open mind while reading this chapter. Also, please check your antisemitism at the door.

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Michael ran his hands over his face as he waited for Rebekah to return to the screen. It was their weekly video date, which was always needed after long hours. But it seemed tonight, Bekah was being the workaholic. Her phone had gone off five minutes into their date and she just couldn’t ignore it.

Her taking the call didn’t annoy Michael; it was the fact that she made all the rules for when they did these dates. The big one being to leave work at work.

“She’s 28, how can she know how to date properly.” Had been the comment Jack Abbot made when Michael first told him about Bekah. Of course, Abbot then went on to remind Michael again how he was entering his 50’s and most would see this as a midlife crisis.

Maybe it was, but being long distances meant, for the time being, it was all mental and emotional. And after 8 months of officially dating, it had been five since the conference, Michael was starting to question it himself.

He heard a sigh that pulled him from his thoughts and looked back to see Bekah sitting back down. “Sorry about that, it was just- “

“Work?” Michael looked at her. Through the video, her eyes looked almost brown, but he knew it was just the gold and the lighting. “You know you made me promise to leave work at work when we did these dates, Rebekah, and I’m not about to be in a one-sided agreement on that.”

Bekah chewed on her lower lip. “It was my dad, Michael. My mom’s in the hospital right now with no promise of coming out.”

Well fuck, now he felt like shit.

They both sat there in silence, the actual sound was from whatever show Bekah had playing in the background at her apartment. Michael didn’t know how to move past his outburst, and Bekah didn’t seem to be in the mood to help him.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “Do they know what’s wrong?”

“The finishing line for the decline she’s been on for a few years now.” She sniffled and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “If anyone believes doctors get used to death, they are idiots.”

Michael’s mind flashed back to the day of Adamson's death, and he knew what she meant. Death never got easier; it just became a daily occurrence.

“Do you know what they’re doing?”

She started playing with her Star of David as she stared blankly at the keyboard. “Keeping her comfortable mainly, but there’s not much they can do. And I don’t even get to see her because they are at the Naval hospital, and I don’t have the needed identification to get on base.”

“Then why doesn’t—”

“Part of me also doesn’t want to be there. I watch enough people die given my career, but I’ve seen enough family members go; I don’t need to add another.”

Michael could see it in her eyes. Rebekah had already said goodbye to the woman who raised her. It had been something she brought up during their first date. That since her mother started deteriorating almost three years ago, Bekah gave up. Not being that she didn’t care, but because, like Michael, sometimes people just don’t want to get better.

So, Michael did what Michael was good at: he deflected.

“I got time off to come down and visit for your birthday.” He said.

He watched as it slowly sank in. Her eyes focused on him; her jaw relaxed along with her shoulders. Then a small smile pulled at her lips.

“Think you can leave your precious ER for a few days to help me turn 30?”

He grinned at her, “I’m sure it will only be partially burned to the ground when I get back.” He joked dryly.

She laughed and shook her head. “You drivin’ or flying down?”

“What’s the distance between Pittsburgh and Virginia?”

She bobbed her head from side to side, “Around nine to ten hours.” She shrugged, “But it is cheaper to drive, and you can actually stop to stretch.”

Michael thought about that for a moment. He thought about how his back and knees felt after his last flight. While the time would be shorter, it would also be more painful to fly. Also, driving meant he didn’t need to rely on Bekah’s car if he wanted to go sightseeing.

“I’ll probably look at driving down. More control of everything.”

Bekah nodded and looked at her phone as it pinged. Michael watched all the tension return to her shoulders.

“It's your dad, isn’t it?”

She nodded. Michael could already see her eyes starting to shine.

“Bekah, baby.”

“She’s already been gone mentally for years.” She whispered. “I don’t understand…” she sniffled and swiped away at stray tears.

Michael’s heart ached, wishing he were there to physically comfort her. “Because she’s still your mom. She’s still a part of who you are.”

The computer speakers crackled as Bekah took a shaky breath, setting her forehead against the table. The mic picked up the soft sounds of Bekah fighting back sobs, and Michael closed his eyes. He knew at this moment, nothing he said would help her. And that over the next ten days, he probably wouldn’t hear from her. She would be sitting Shiva.

With that thought, Michael started to do one of the few things he believed would comfort Bekah.

He started saying the Shema.

As his grandmother had taught him, he covered his eyes.

When he finished and set his hands in his lap, he saw Rebekah looking at him with bloodshot eyes and tear tracks on her cheeks. She was slouched in her chair but was sniffling now instead of full-blown crying.

“I may suck at talking about my own emotions. But I know lose. You know, no matter what, I’m here for you.”

She nodded, “I kind of wish you were here, here.” She hugged herself, fighting back the new wave of tears that wanted to fall.

“I know, baby. If I could do it, I would fly down tonight.”

Bekah nodded and wiped away stray tears. “Um, I should probably go start planning things and let everyone know.”

Michael nodded. “Do you want to stay on video chat with me?”

She shook her head, “No, you don’t need to watch me have a full-blown mental breakdown tonight after your shift.” She gave him a sad smile.

He was regretting telling her about the psych case they had today. But he would respect her wishes, “Well, if you need me…”

She nodded, “I’ll call if I need you.”

He nodded and sighed, “Night, Bekah.”

“Night, Michael.” She ended the call, and Michael sat there staring at the black screen. He rubbed his chest, wishing he could be there to help with everything.

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It was almost two months later when a knock came on Michael’s door. He groaned and got up from the couch, his back cracking as he moved. Maybe he was getting too old for 12-hour shifts.

When he peeked through the peephole, he thought he was seeing things. But when he opened the door, there she stood.

Michael looked over Rebekah as she stood there. Her hair was shorter, she said she had cut it after her mom passed, but he didn’t realize how short. It now sat just at her chin, barely brushing her shoulders. She looked exhausted, but that was to be assumed after what happened.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her close, “Hey.” He nuzzled her neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “What are you doing here?”

“Helping my dad move.” She stepped back and moved her hair from over her eye. “He couldn’t stay in Virginia anymore. So, we moved him up here. He wanted to go back to his hometown, but his job wants him close to an office.” She slides her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie. “Told him I would be staying with my boyfriend. If you’re okay with that, I realize now that I’m kind of—” Michael cut her off with a kiss, pulling her back to him.

Bekah hummed against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. Even though they had had their first kiss months ago, it had been too long. And after the last eight weeks, Bekah needed to feel something.

She pulled back, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It’s most definitely a yes.” He kissed her cheek, “Enthusiastically, yes.” He kissed along her neck.

Bekah giggled as his beard tickled her skin.

“Wait,” Michael stepped back, his senses coming back to him. He looked Bekah over once more before looking down either side of his hallway. “Where’s your dad?”

Bekah rolled her eyes. “He’s staying at his new house. It’s cute, very him and his simplicity.” Bekah moved her hands and settled them on his lower back, “Did you think I would spring him on you?”

“A little yes,” he said matter-of-factly. “Last phone call, I heard him say he wanted to meet me, since I was, quote, ‘defiling’ end quote, his daughter.”

Bekah snorted, “From over 500 miles away? He was exaggerating besides,” she kissed along his jawline. “He’s pretty grateful for you helping me keep my head above water the last two months.”

Michael hummed and went to pull her into his apartment. “Is that so?”

She pulled back and grabbed her duffle, walking back to him. “Yeah, it is.”

Michael looked at the emblem on the bag. He thought it would be for the practice she worked at, but no, it was something else.

In the center was a Star of David with Hebrew around it. “Where’s the bag from?”

“Oh,” she looked down at it. “I did a summer in Israel and got this from Magen David Adom when I volunteered.”

Bekah looked at Michael to see his head tilted to the side and an eyebrow raised. “You know, the Red Star? It’s the Israeli sister of the Red Cross.” Bekah crossed her arms, fighting a smile.

“How’d you end up there?”

“Well, when I first started going for my medical degree, I wanted the adrenaline rush. And a professor, during my second year, offered some of us hands-on learning, if we traveled out of the US. We could pick anywhere.”

“And being an adrenaline junky and Jewish, you picked the perfect combination.”

“Exactly.” Bekah set the bag down, and now that Michael could see it better, he realized it was pretty beat up. “Most went to Europe and got drunk a lot. A few went to help in the Sub-Sahara and did real good there.”

“And you went to Israel.”

“Medical technology capital of the world. I even got to see some of the early things they were doing to help with tumor removal for patients with brain cancer.” She smiled. “It was nice cause I got to come home and advocate that my school keep their relationship with Israel intact, just on that tech alone.” She blinked, realizing something, “And I’ve been rambling.”

“I prefer the rambling to how you’ve been.” Michael pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I can imagine you weren’t too popular when you came back.”

Bekah wanted to bring up the fact that he was the master of deflecting his emotions, but she simply shrugged, “Small potatoes to what I gained.”

Michael kissed her head, then moved to pick her up by her thighs.

“Ah, Mike! Your back.” Bekah held on, worrying she could cause more pain if she squirmed.

“I can handle the small walk to my bedroom,” Michael said, walking to his room. “I lift patients all day.”

“Which is my point.”

He shrugged, walking into his bedroom and laid Bekah down. She watched him as he walked around the bed before climbing in next to her.

He pulled her down to him and settled behind her. “You’ve had a long two months, and I am coming off my seventh straight day. Let’s get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning. Capiche?”

Bekah smiled softly, shifting back a little more and held back a giggle at the sound of Michael’s grunt. She moved his hand to settle over her heart before closing her eyes. “Capiche.”

[meowzfordayz]

when your gut hurts — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: wasn’t sure how to title this in a way that would accurately communicate the subject matter and show up in tags. 😅💩

when your gut hurts — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: explicit language, poop, vomit

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi i’m not sure what this constitutes as a pick me up, emergency or wtv- i’ve been having a lot of abdominal pains and a lot of bowel issues(I haven’t gotten off the toilet in 10 minutes and I keep going between pooping and throwing up) recently and I was just wondering if I could get a HC List on how the Hashira’s would deal with their s/o being stuck in a similar position. I totally get if this is a bit too gross- and it’s 100% ok if you don’t do it but I hope to see it 🙏🤞

~faqs~

Since this is an emergency request (aka ~shorter than “normal” fanfics), I’m going to focus on Kyojuro (fan fave) ❤️‍🔥, Sanemi (my fave) 🤍, and Giyuu (also my fave) 💙

Very methodical and attentive ☺️

Genuinely unbothered bc he approaches your situation as

“They’re sick, and I get to take care of them.”

Remember how well he handled Tanjirou’s abdominal injury?

That’s him w/ you and your pain + bowel movements 🥺

Among other things, Kyojuro: makes sure there’s plenty of toilet paper in the house 🧻, cooks a simple broth to replenish lost fluids and nutrients (dw, it’s hard to mess up a recipe that’s primarily water), happily unclogs the toilet if/when need be 🚽, willingly takes on emptying-the-vomit-bucket duty 😅, and constantly switches between rubbing your stomach or playing cards/watching shows w/ you — in other words, keeps you company 💞

Depending on how long your symptoms persist, he’ll eventually gently recommend taking you to the hospital

But if you decline his recommendation, then he’s content to continue monitoring you at home instead ❤️‍🔥

Worried out of his fucking mind 😖

Gives zero fucks about how “disgusting” you currently are

Will immediately shush you and kiss your forehead/nose/cheeks 😤🤍

Altho, Sanemi’s equally likely to tease you, “Whoa, that one sounded especially wet 😏🥴💩,” if you seem to be in the right headspace for banter

Mostly, he’s attempting to lighten the mood so he doesn’t slip back into worrying 😃

Anticipates + takes care of your needs (i.e. liquids, meds, toilet paper, etc) before you do

But in a sort of stoic-nearly-grumpy manner 🙃

*cue Sanemi unceremoniously handing you a glass of lukewarm water*

*cue Sanemi staring at you until you take at least a couple sips*

Again, he isn’t upset

Just worried 🥲

Has to resist asking every other min, “How are you feeling?” bc obvi you’re feeling shitty ☹️

And he trusts you to tell him if you’re approaching the get-me-to-the-hospital lvl of concern

Ngl, Giyuu’s a lil lost 😵‍💫

He doesn’t mind the pooping and vomiting

Albeit part of him winces every time (he wishes he could take on your pain and discomfort 😓) 

But he is bothered by how ill prepared he feels 😕

Like, is holding your hair back while you puke really helpful? 😕

Does sitting outside the bathroom as you poop—to keep you company—actually comfort you? 😕 Or is it just weird of him? 😕

Should he prepare something for you to eat, or would that prolong your symptoms? 😕

At what point does he insist on taking you to the hospital? 😕

Ofc, he doesn’t voice his self doubt 🫠

Instead, Giyuu does what he would want you to do for him 💓

Admittedly, it takes him a long moment to think about what he would want in your position… he’s used to taking care of himself, and gets a lil emotional when he realizes he gets to lean on you now — and you on him 😭💘

[sleepingdeath-light]

wally + neighbours with benefits hcs ; 18+

requested by ; macncheeseass-blog (18/06/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; sfw | nsfw

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “may i suggest a neighbors with benefits with wally..?

(yes im above 18 im 22!)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, casual sexual intimacy, risky/semi-public sex acts, perpetually dtf!wally

note ; playfellowxxx was the tag created by clown and the team specifically for nsfw content — if you don’t want to see that sort of thing then that is the tag to block

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

this sort of arrangement with wally would be quite unusual and unlikely to happen unless you were extremely forward about it and close enough beforehand — there is still quite the stigma around casual sex so he’d need to be able to trust you in order to even consider it in the first place

it would start off slowly, with some light touching and kissing in the privacy of home or your house — away from prying eyes and just slightly more intense than what friends would do

he’d definitely have a bit of a learning curve with romantic/sexual intimacy, but once he’s in the thick of it he’s a quick learner and very eager to do so

as time goes on you start to get more intense with your shows of affection in private without altering your public behaviours around each other — not letting anything slip around your friends whilst getting hot and heavy in private

messy/sloppy make-outs, cautious hands that grope and explore each other’s bodies, grinding against each other whilst fully clothed

slowly making your way up to being comfortable enough to have sex — which would probably happen after a couple of months of this arrangement being in place

and once it happens it’s awkward in that way that all first times are — filled with laughter and apologies and experimentation and neither of you last very long

but that’s all it needed to be; the chance to start learning about each other and exploring your bodies without any barriers in the way

and your arrangement benefitted immensely from it because it helped both of you become much more confident

you become bolder and start being affectionate outside of your homes: his hand on your waist/thigh when you’re sat together, resting your head atop his, giving each other looks and so on

you’re intimate in areas that aren’t strictly private but are unlikely to get you caught: your home an hour before guests are due to arrive, the nearby woodland after everyone else has gone off butterfly catching, in an empty area at a group gathering when everyone else is distracted

oral, penetrative, hand jobs, grinding — you can barely keep your hands to yourselves when you’re together

but, of course, you’re still careful enough to not drag anyone else into something they’d rather not see — in fact only barnaby is vaguely aware of your arrangement (which wasn’t intentional) and even he’s not sure of the extent of it

they’re all just so glad that the two of you get along so well — because who doesn’t like to see their friends making friends?

friends where one paints the other nude for anatomy practise — it was so kind of you to offer to do that for him

friends where you’re always sneaking off together when there’s a neighbourhood event on — but you’re never gone for too long so nobody ever minds, it’s hard to notice when everyone’s having such a good time

friends where you’ve always got your hands on each other — it’s so nice of wally to help soothe you when you’re anxious with a grounding squeeze, what a lovely fellow

friends that spend so much time at each other’s houses that they half expect you to pick up the phone at wally’s home and vice versa — but everyone loves a sleepover and your houses are the closest so it only makes sense

they don’t question the marks on your throat or the way wally’s hair always looks messier when you’ve been left alone

they don’t question the dampness of his lips or the creasing of your clothes

they don’t question any of it because they were never given a reason to

and you don’t intend to ever give them a reason — not when you’re enjoying your little arrangements so much

the late night calls, the risky outdoor sex, the messy kisses, the pet names, the feel of his hands on your body

you wouldn’t risk it for the world, and neither would he

after all, you didn’t need to make things official to have a good time

[lilypadlys]

Erosion

For ghouls, heats are a love hate affair. They can be wonderful excuses to indulge in sin, let off some stress, and are great bonding moments for packs and mates. Heats can also be messy, distracting, and sometimes painful. Additionally, they also have the delightful tendency to come right when they’re least convenient.

Cirrus goes into heat and earth ghoul cock is the only cure.

Ship: Cirrus/Mountain

Word Count: 2,657

Rating: Mature, NSFW

Tags: mating cycles/in heat, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, vibrators, vaginal sex, aftercare

Read below the cut or on AO3

For ghouls, heats are a love hate affair. They can be wonderful excuses to indulge in sin, let off some stress, and are great bonding moments for packs and mates. Heats can also be messy, distracting, and sometimes painful.

Additionally, they also have the delightful tendency to come right when they’re least convenient. All the ghouls have fallen prey to an ill timed heat at one point or another on tour, Swiss most recently. His heat caused him to act feral for a week’s worth of rituals before Copia practically sicced Mountain and Cirrus on him. Cirrus just sighs in resignation that now it’s her turn.

Rather than let herself stall and try to break her heat on her own, something she’s notorious about doing back home, Cirrus goes straight to Cumulus and Aurora. They even get Sunshine on the phone to take part across the distance. That night in the hotel they work Cirrus through her rapidly peaking heat until they’re all exhausted but satisfied. And that should have been it. So why, now as they're all getting dressed for the ritual the next evening is that flaming desire rising in her gut tenfold?

Aurora sneaking a kiss when she helps Cirrus put on her face paint feels dizzying. She can’t help but stare at the wonderful view of Rain’s ass when he bends over to tie his boots. Cirrus practically doubles over when Swiss makes a show of sloppily kissing Dew for the whole room to see.

“Cue?” Cirrus winces when her voice cracks.

“Yeah hon?” Cumulus’ eyes flick up to meet Cirrus’ in the dressing room mirror. “You alright? You look pale.”

“Heats still going.” She whimpers.

“Still? You poor thing.” Cumulus sets her hairbrush down. “Come on, let's go find a quiet corner to take the edge off okay?”

“I don’t know if it’ll help…” Cirrus trails off, eyes watching the path of a certain earth ghoul in the mirror. Cumulus watches as Cirrus’s pupils blow and the end of her tail flicks. She follows Cirrus’ gaze in the mirror.

“Ah, one of those?”

“Yeah.” Cirrus’ reply is absent minded.

Another fun caveat to heats is that while most of the time, anyone who consents to participate is able to help at least take the edge off if not break the heat, sometimes heats cause one to lock on to a certain individual or individuals. It doesn’t make the heat impossible to break without the subject(s) in question but it’s certainly harder and longer.

This time, Cirrus finds herself fixated on Mountain.

The earth ghoul is currently oblivious but that likely won’t last for long. As it stands, Cirrus has to actively fight to not go proposition him right now because she knows once they get started she won’t be able to stop. No. First they’ve got a show to perform. And perform she will, as grueling as it is when her gut feels like she’s burning alive in flames of need.

Cumulus is still determined to help take the edge off though. She tuts, gently pulling Cirrus’ hands away from the vanity where she’s left crescent shaped claw marks in the wood.

“I know it won’t fix it but let's make tonight a bit more bearable okay?”

Cirrus nods, letting Cumulus pull her out into the hall and to some dark corner of the venue for a little pre-show action. She even feels a bit better as she cums over Cumulus’ fingers, her whimpers muffled by her band mate’s lips. The distraction of the nervous energy of performing helps a bit too but soon enough that heat starts building again.

It’s finally time to take center stage with her keytar. The heat of the stage lights only ensures her uniform is as damp as the gusset of her panties. The endorphins from performing mix with the tang of sweat making her dizzy with it. She nails her solo; playing with unmatched enthusiasm from how charged up she is. She’ll get through the show just the same; but it’s so tempting to get just a taste of what she wants.

On the way back to her platform, she detours to Mountain’s riser to purr in his ear. She runs a hand over his back, claws extended just enough to make him shudder. She watches as his head jerks up, a sign that he’s caught the scent of sweat and desire rolling off of her, before skipping away. She can feel his eyes on her for the rest of the set. When she notices Mountain watching the sway of her hips as she dances on her platform during the encore, she only dials it up; making eye contact as the both play their instruments on autopilot. It's a desperate attempt to work out as much of her nervous energy as possible more than to secure her bed fellow for the night. Sweet Mountain would never leave her hanging like this but hormones are hormones.

When it’s finally time for bows, Mountain immediately crosses to her. He doesn’t bother to tug on his boots even if he’s technically supposed to. She smiles wide for the crowd but Mountain can see the strain in her jaw. She reaches for his hand and grips it tight.

“Hey Breeze. Are you doing okay?”

“Need you. Bad.” She practically growls the last word.

Mountain waves at the crowd with his free hand while squeezing her hand with the other. “Whatever you need, sweet girl. I’m yours.”

Getting to the buses takes excruciatingly long and they’ve still got a long ride ahead of them. Fortunately it's a hotel night but they can’t seem to get there soon enough. Mountain notices Cirrus squirming in her seat so he slides over to whisper in her ear.

“Come sit in the back with me.”

That’s all the encouragement she needs, racing to the back of the seating area with the earth ghoul in tow. Mountain grabs a blanket from his bunk before sitting and pulling her into his lap. Everyone politely averts their eyes when Mountain begins to mouth at her neck and slips a hand up her sweatshirt to play with her tits. Never has she been so glad to forgo a bra.

“Want more?” He murmurs into her hair.

“Please!” Is her whispered hiss. She doesn’t care anymore that they're still on the bus. She’d do just about anything for some relief.

Mountain pulls the blanket over the both of them and slips his free hand past the waistband of her jeans. He cups her, rubbing a thumb over her clit through her panties and she lets herself slump against him. It’s nowhere near enough to really tackle the issue at hand but it serves to distract her enough to make the rest of the ride tolerable.

Satan bless, they finally reach the hotel. Mountain carries her and their bags into their room and gently sets her on the bed. He’s barely set down their bags and is about to settle down to join her when her hand shoots out to fist in his shirt collar.

“If you don’t make me cum right now I will make someone bleed.” She promises with a hiss.

“Yup. Got it.”

Mountain doesn’t bother with formalities. He just helps Cirrus shuck her jeans and panties and focuses on getting his tongue on her like his life depends on it. Threat of imminent blood loss will do that to someone. Regardless he’s still more than willing to help. He focuses his ministrations directly on her clit to give her as much pleasure as possible as quickly as possible.

He’s rewarded with her cries of “Fucking finally!” and “Oh Satan just like that!” Coming from the ghoulette normally less vocal about her pleasure, it’s high praise and plenty of encouragement to keep going.

Mountain unglamours his tongue and continues to flick the now forked tip over Cirrus’ clit. He braces her hip with one hand before running two fingers through her folds to gather her slick. Then he’s gently sliding those long, thick digits inside her.

He fucks them in and out slowly in time with his tongue; warming her up to it. Then after a minute he sinks them deep and curls up searching for the spot that’ll-

“Shit! Right there!” Cirrus’ cries confirm that Mountain has found it.

Mountain puts all his focus into tonguing and fingering the air ghoulette within an inch of her life. Even as she writhes under him and her unfortunately unglamoured claws dig into his shoulders, he doesn’t dare stop.

It’s not long before her thighs are tensing and her moans increase in volume. She barely manages to warn him before she’s coming and soaking his chin in slick. He keeps working her through it even as she starts to shake in overwhelm. When she makes a pained noise he pulls back, only to find her hands gripping his hair and forcing his tongue back on her.

“No! Don’t stop! Please!”

Her plea sounds so desperate Mountain doesn’t waste time to reply. He just hums against her in what he hopes she understands as an affirmative. Making sure to breathe through his nose, he keeps going. This time his nimble fingers dance over her clit and he sinks his tongue as deep as it will go in her cunt, drinking up her release all while coaxing a fresh one out of her.

Her second orgasm hits her more strongly, having her arching off the bed and trembling. She bats at Mountain’s shoulder to get his attention. He pulls back, licking her slick off his lips with relish.

“Feeling a little better?” He cups her chin with his clean hand and she leans into it.

“Yeah.” She nods breathlessly. Then she winces, shaking her head.

Mountain nods in understanding. Heats are like that. It generally takes several really good orgasms to break them.

“What do you need from me Breeze?”

Cirrus shakily sits up. “Your cock?”

“Of course Cir. Let's get you some water real quick and then I promise we can keep going.”

“Okay.” She accepts the water bottle he finds in the minifridge, taking a swig.

“Gonna grab the lube. Is your wand in your bag?”

Cirrus wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and nods.

“Yeah, side pocket. Lube’s in there too.”

“Got it.”

Mountain returns, items in hand and gives them to Cirrus. She’s already pulled her sweatshirt off so she fingers herself open a bit more to prepare to take Mountain while he himself strips his own clothes. Once naked and unglamoured, he moves up to rest between her spread legs.

He reaches for the lube but she squirts it into her own hand instead. She takes up Mountain’s length and slicks him up herself. Mountain’s not complaining; it feels sinfully good and it’s clear Cirrus is enjoying it as well. Her pupils are blown as she slowly jacks him; watching how the head disappears and reappears in her hand, how her hand can only cover about a third of his length at a time. Her free hand teases at her clit all the while. Mountain patiently waits for her to make the next move. When she suddenly flinches and rolls her hips up into nothing it’s clear a fresh wave of desire has hit.

“I’m ready whenever you are.” Mountain reassures, soothingly rubbing her thigh.

“Please.” She hisses and squeezes her eyes shut as her lust becomes so intense it hurts. “Need you.”

“You’ve got me.”

As she flops back against the mattress again, Mountain helps her lift her legs to rest at his hips. He lines himself up and at her nod slowly begins to push in. The effect is immediate. Cirrus can’t help a pleased little moan. The stretch, the pleasant fullness, the promise of relief. The heat in her gut is still there but it’s finally being fed, painful need slowly replaced by pleasure.

“Still okay?” Mountain asks as he bottoms out.

“More than.” She sighs.

“Here’s this.” He hands her the vibrator. “Gonna start moving now.”

Cirrus switches on the vibe as Mountain pulls almost all the way out. She’s just brought it to her clit on its medium setting as he shoves back in, knocking the air from her lungs. With a wheeze, she grips the sheets with her free hand and laces her ankles around his back to encourage him to thrust deeper.

“Good?” Mountain asks as he grinds into her.

“Fuck yes.” She nods frantically.

“If you need to stop?”

She pats his arm twice.

“Okay.”

“Please keep going.” She whimpers.

“I’ve got you.”

Few words are spoken past that point. There's only the slap of skin on skin, the buzz of the vibe, and vocalizations of pleasure from the both of them. It’s intense. Cirrus is so tight and wet and every desperate little whine of hers and clench of her cunt has Mountain groaning and shuddering. For Cirrus it’s almost too much, the stretch, how Mountain’s cock hits places only her longest strap-on could hope to reach, the vibe on her clit doubling her pleasure. The combination practically makes her see stars.

Cirrus’ orgasm comes on quickly, but to her it doesn’t feel nearly soon enough. Still, she can tell it’s gonna be a big one. One of those that’s so much that it almost hurts even as it’s still building. Then that pure wave of tingly bliss hits and she’s sobbing with the intensity. Mountain echoes her cries with moans of his own as her cunt flutters around him and he falls over his own edge.

The feeling of Mountain’s cock kicking and the warmth of his cum filling her only serves to prolong Cirrus’ orgasm. She’s only vaguely aware of spitting out a string of curses interspersed with Mountain’s name. Then she’s arching her back, squeezing her eyes shut and crying even more as the pleasure turns to overstimulation. Fortunately everything stops. The vibe is removed from her white knuckled grip and shut off and Mountain stills. Cirrus cracks her eyes open to see Mountain smiling at her and petting her hair.

“Back with me Cir?”

“Yeah. That was a lot.” She pants.

“Too much?” Mountain’s smile turns concerned.

“No. It was amazing. I really needed that.” She sighs, eyes fluttering. She wraps her arms around him, holding him close. Chest’s pressed together they can feel the frantic beating of each other’s heart as they come down from the adrenaline.

Mountain kisses her forehead after a moment.

“Feeling any better?”

“Lots. I think that may have done it.”

“Okay. Let me know if that changes. Wanna try and get some sleep?”

“Uh huh. Shower first though.” She wrinkles her nose at the mess of sweat, slick, and cum between them.

“Of course.” He chuffs.

Mountain eases himself out of her as gently as possible. Then he scoops her up and carries her to the bathroom, helping her sit on the counter as he gets the water started. She’s shaky on her legs in that way a good orgasm causes but Mountain is sure to make sure she doesn’t fall. Then rinse off best they can, too tired for much more than soaping up. Mountain gently cleans between her legs though and promises to help her wash her hair at tomorrow’s hotel. Cirrus conjures a wind to dry them both off quickly and they change into fresh clothes. They’re both thankful that the room has two beds and they get settled in the clean one.

For the first time in several days, Cirrus feels satiated, her heat finally broken. She curls up to Mountain’s side with a contented purr, one that he soon matches.

“Thank you for that.”

“Of course my cloud. All comfy?”

“Mm hmm.” She yawns and snuggles into him as he wraps an arm around her back.

“Sweet dreams.” Mountain kisses her brow and finds her already fast asleep.

[aliengoose]

OK GENLOSS THOUGHTS LETS GO

as lots of people are saying I reckon this episode was supposed to give us an idea of how the show is “supposed” to run, and that’s partly why it was so silly and goofy. the eerier bits were all about things that aren’t “supposed” to happen.

in terms of plot it seems ranboo has been kidnapped by showfall and is being mind-controlled by us as sort of “players”. he comments once or twice about not knowing why he’s doing something or not being in full control, and occasionally appears to become more lucid (a few people have pointed out that the mask flashes at these points). basically ranboo is being used as a videogame character to entertain the masses by showfall media.

i cannot figure sneeg out, he’s clearly not being mind controlled seeing he “cheats” with the scissors and also doesn’t have any mask to suggest he’s under control, plus we don’t get to control him at all. I’m thinking perhaps he was an earlier main character test that made showfall realise they need more control over them.

Somethings up with charlie and idk what. if showfall is going “hey lets get these internet personalities to be our unwilling characters in this game” it would make sense for why he’s got the slime motifs and all that. BUT how can they be sure he’s doing what they want him to? perhaps he is affected by slime the same way sneeg was? maybe showfall figured out a way to use slime to control him? much to think about.

there’s also the possibility that it’s just not that deep but i do think it’s supposed to give the impression that the entire thing is happening in our world and isn’t scripted or anything. that’s why i love the choice to act it all out live, it doesn’t just allow for more interaction, it is literally a live broadcast of an game featuring fun “characters”. I really hope there’s some deeper meaning in that, about the treatment of people as entertainment without thought for their own health and wellbeing, and the way entertainers often have to play a caricature of themselves to appease their audience.

i know a lot of people have been talking about a face reveal in genloss and given the mask is linked to controlling ranboo and they literally cannot take it off right now i see it going one of 3 ways;

1. he takes the mask off and we get a face reveal (doubt)

2. he takes the mask off BUT they’re wearing another mask underneath. seems like something they’d do

3. he doesn’t get the mask off. we lost. ranboo is stuck under the control of showfall media with only short periods of lucidity. ranboo said at one point that we should be left with a feeling of dread. maybe there’s no escape. what’s more terrifying than doing everything right and still being doomed?

ok that’s all i can think of for now sorry it’s a long post but idk how to add a read more on mobile ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i’ll edit this if i think of anything else i guess?

edit: this is blowing up i have genloss art in my pinned and plans to make more 👀

edit 2: @pinkpuffballdude ‘s tags reminded me!!! i had completely forgotten to talk about sneeg being awake and staring with dead eyes through the whole sleep part. THAT was creepy. It made me think of NPCs to be honest, the way he wasn’t able to do anything but being forced to witness everything happening, not being able to sleep without a bed. I don’t know how to explain it right now and i’ll come back here if i figure it out. BUT he also talks about refusing to do the cooking show which is the main thing that got me thinking he was a past mc who’s been locked away. also aligns with his “the taken” name in The Game.

[valrnyx]

Forever Discourse: Link to Original Thread + More

This post contains links to the original Twitter thread as well as other posts that provide evidence or context to the situation. (This post will continually update with anymore information that is found)

January 10th Update: Forever has been kicked from QSMP. He has made a third and final? video in response? to the situation. There are English subtitles. (I have not watched the video yet beyond the first minute)

https://x.com/forevitao/status/1745104252672856501?s=46

With this post, I'm gathering evidence both for myself and others. In my opinion it's best to gather as much evidence and context as you can and form your own opinion rather than just listening to what others say. Get as many sides as possible.

TW: Pe*ophilia (it truly varies between posts but most have their own tw’s)

To start, here is a post that I think sums up what’s happening (from what I can see and what I’ve read so far): https://www.tumblr.com/anachronistic-falsehood/738711971942334464/hi-sorry-i-dont-have-twitter-but-do-you-know-why

I think I managed to stumble my way into the original Twitter thread. For any interested, here’s the link… (it’s all in Portuguese obviously) (if this is not the original thread, let me know): https://x.com/diaboier/status/1743153136523472904?s=46

I also found another thread that seems to add more evidence or summarizes the thread? Yet again, I don’t speak Portuguese so I’m not entirely sure: https://x.com/morningcriw/status/1743164198928978127?s=46

Someone sent in a Google doc with a lot of Forever’s old tweets translated (this seems to be accurate. I started Google translating some of the screenshots from the original accusation post and they match up with the translations in the doc): https://docs.google.com/file/d/16RKc9968cA8Ybc8Hw7Dl2cevO3w52mZx/edit?usp=docslist_api&filetype=msword

I also just saw this pop up. It’s discord screenshots translating a tweet of the supposed victim. I say supposed as there’s no real evidence to show that it’s really the victim (All the twt screenshots have the usernames and pfp’s blacked out, for good reason): https://www.tumblr.com/magicalmanhattanproject/738731128507285504/id-discord-screenshot-the-first-messages-from

Here are two tumblr posts translating what Forever said in response: https://www.tumblr.com/imnotasweetie/738727736369102848/a-friend-of-mine-who-is-a-portuguese-speaker-did

https://www.tumblr.com/pamela-lntt/738713715054116864/translated-statement

I originally took these off as an anon said that it’s not great and that cultural context doesn’t apply to these kinds of things but after looking around a little more I think it is. Cultural difference is not an excuse, but nonetheless it’s an explanation. It still absolutely does not excuse his actions though. I have no way to verify if any of these are true though. Please keep that in mind: https://www.tumblr.com/thesmpisonfire/738775397927469056/that-one-brazilian-person-in-the-tag-with-the-very

https://www.tumblr.com/anachronistic-falsehood/738780432119808000/the-forever-situation-is-lacking-a-lot-of-context

https://www.tumblr.com/lonelyspacedragon/738779192959844352/the-one-and-olny-thing-i-will-say-about-this-as-a

https://www.tumblr.com/valrnyx/738784381189144576/cultural-differences-are-absolutely-not-an-excuse

As of January 6th, Forever has gone live to address the allegations again. Here is a a overview of what he said (I have no way to verify if what is written here is true): https://www.tumblr.com/dumblemonade1/738790758479527936/so-he-hadnt-seen-all-the-tweets-about-the

https://www.tumblr.com/imnotasweetie/738807755379474432/alright-fellas-here-is-the-full-translation-of

Please give Quackity and his team time to decide how they’re going to handle this. They’re human too. This post says it better than I can: https://www.tumblr.com/trashfangirlsworld/738796977181032448/i-dont-have-much-to-say-about-the-situation-with

https://www.tumblr.com/54625/738805511556939776/im-not-gonna-talk-about-the-whole-foreve

Apparently a host of CC’s have unfollowed Forever on Twitter: https://www.tumblr.com/magicalmanhattanproject/738802843036844032/more-developments-on-the-forever-situation

https://www.tumblr.com/weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral/738805954396798976/hi-i-bring-you-context-some-people-on-twitter-dug

A post that’s close to my own thoughts about the after effects of what’s happening: https://www.tumblr.com/murky-tannin/738809119351390208/there-are-a-lot-of-bad-things-about-this-situation

If your are an English speaker, take a step back as well as a deep breath. Let’s not jump to any conclusions or huge actions. If you are able and willing, take your time and do your own research. Don’t believe the first thing that’s said. Misinformation spreads like wildfire. Especially when the discourse isn’t in your native language and are relying on others and Google translate.

Be mindful of your words and support victims. Words can have a huge impact on someone even though you can’t see it. This post says it better than I can: https://www.tumblr.com/cupsmp/738692732272394240/also-once-again-in-any-situation-please-support

Everyone please be careful with your mental health. Take a break from social media if needed, get some water, something to eat, and take a deep breath. Go outside or talk with your friends. We will make it through this.

[blazingstar29]

Top Gun Workouts - Slider

Everyone’s favourite [living] RIO

Disclaimer: I’m not a PT. In this series i break down characters muscle composition and how i think they’d exercise, if this may trigger you feel free to enjoy my other general shit posting!

Find the rest of the series under #top gun workouts :) So far there’s Mav and Ice

Slider is is also very interesting in his muscular make up. He’s tall, about 6’2 (?) and this DOES matter but not how you think and it’s something I’ll get into in more detail with Goose. Also keep in mind a lot of shirtless photos of Slider are during the volleyball scene so the actors will be in peak physique and probably have done some exercise before shooting to give themselves a ‘pump’.

I know forearms are a big deal for some of y’all and you’re right to be obsessed with them. Hold out out your arm in front of you as if you’re reaching for something. Does your for arm flex like Slider’s? Some might, some won’t. But for the hollow above the inside of your elbow to appear at the same time as the muscle at the top of your forearm (the sort facing the ceiling) that’s actually very impressive. It’s a combination of low body fat and muscle.

Sir, put them pits away. It’s pretty blurry but the concave of the arm pit, huge lateral bulge, front deltoid and shoulder are flexed here but even so, that doesn’t appear by itself.

Slider’s got a low body fat. Flexed on the left and relaxed on the right you can see his muscling pretty clear. Like with Maverick, we see those obliques. Unlike Mav, Slider’s got a slightly narrower waist. And those boulder shoulders are ginormous, well done Rick. His traps aren’t super big which makes sense when we look at his legs in a minute.

Everyone say thank you Rick for the effort he put in flying into sand and those arms. Full, well defined shoulders, good biceps and impeccable triceps. Yes flexed, no less impressive. Rick knows what hes doing in the gym. In the bottom photo you see those lats and scapular being flexed which shows us the muscle composition nicely. But like everyone, there’s thing that he didn’t focus on as much.

Slider please work on your legs. I’m kidding but it’s interesting to see that he’s got lean legs but next to know muscling. I have a theory for this but it’s more applicable to Goose so I’ll go into detail there with him. Something I’m noticing about the cast is that they don’t have huge chests. Like, these dudes are pretty built but they’re chests aren’t. Especially if you take a look at these guys either side of Goose.

Probably the typical 80’s lads. Beefier and more built chests. Perhaps there was a focus for the cast to have big stereotypical dude arms? I feel mean calling picking a part their lack of muscling in some areas but there is very few pectoral muscles on stand out in the cast. Hollywood and Ice perhaps being the only ones. Maybe a creative choice for the cast to focus on the ‘hotter’ parts of their body but also may have been a fitness trend in then80’s?

I hate to say it but the tag “Ron Slider Kener’s tits” isn’t…I’m sorry guys but these are not certified jugs im SORRY (I’m kidding, use that tag it’s hilarious and i love it)

Now onto what sort of exercise Slider would do? I have some ideas and a lot of them are built around this.

Slider you are a show OFF. This is a body building pose if I’m not mistake. He’s doing the vacuum stomach to flex his abs and angling his arms to show them off. Body building is time consuming and requires a certain diet so I don’t think Slider would be purposefully training whilst, I think he may have dabbled in it during College where he had a bit more freedom. Regardless he puts a lot into his physique.

Further more:

That’s an ankle wrap, now this might just be ankle support for beach volleyball but let me tell you something. If you’ve sprained your ankle badly, and I mean badly, that shit fucks you up for life if you don’t rehab it right. Now again, this may just be for support because both Ice and Slider have the same wrap on the same foot, but taking into account Slider’s lack of muscle on his legs, there’s a potential injury there. Which if you ever need to shunt Slider away out of a story, it’s a good option lmao (guilty as charged.)

If he’s not deadlifting then that may contribute to not having huge trapezoids. For how built his shoulders are I expected them to be bigger. I understood with Ice because his overall physique is just different but Slider confuses me.

Okay, now the actual exercises:

Back, bi’s and tri’s BABY. Over and over and over. They are his pride and joy.

Wide grip bicep barbell curls, hammer curls, arnold press, lateral raises. Tricep dips, tricep cable extensions. Anything and everything.

Rowing, either on the water or on a rowing machine. It takes the weight off his ankle. Potentially cycling too but he’d likely have bigger calves.