#every once in a while. and i'm not sure why

[enhani-ki]

ENHYPEN AS YOUR "HOMEBOY"

warnings : very short, maybe a little suggestive :)

HEESEUNG

your homeboy who's too naturally flirty. it happens all the time that you don't even catch it anymore—you thought you'd become numb or immune to it.

you're his food buddy. you always share bites and judge menus together.

sometimes you'll talk about something deep like fear of failure or what dreams even mean anymore—and he'll tell you how far you've come, or let's you know just how proud he is of you. sometimes you'll get shy and flustered, sometimes you'll roll your eyes, and sometimes, you just straight up cry.

"what?" he'd say, all wide-eyes and innocent. "what did i say?" "what the hell did i do?"

if it were anyone else, they'd fall for him every time.

JAY

your homeboy who shows you love through quiet actions. he surprises you with either little or big gifts like: a drink you mentioned once, a charm you saw at a stall, jewelry, or a designer t-shirt you've been eyeing nonstop. doesn't need a 'thank you' and never ever made a big deal out of anything.

jay loves taking naps with you. he's also not loud but for sure gets that random energy burst. sometimes he starts yapping, your heads would bump together because he's moving so much.

truth is, he'll probably do and give you whatever you ask. jay loves seeing you happy and he loves it more when you're comfortable in life.

JAKE

your homeboy who treats you like you're one of his beloved dogs. he loves taking walks with you outside and he's always affectionate. he touches your back or waist, sometimes he gets protective without realizing it.

jake gets those bursts of cute aggression whenever he looks at you, randomly slapping your thighs (gently?) while laughing biting his lip or biting his tongue out.

like heeseung, he's also naturally flirty.

his eyes light up and he gets excited when you let him treat you or spoil you even a little.

SUNGHOON

your homeboy who always clock your tea. he always bickers with you and nagging like you've been married to him for 15 years.

he tries to be patient but will 100% call you out when you start acting dumb or when you don't take him seriously. still, he's the one who gets worried the most for you, always checking in on you.

karaoke nights. he shows you his exclusive tiktoks. whenever he goes shopping with you, sunghoon wants you to take everything you want and he just pay for it.

SUNOO

your homeboy who matches your energy so perfectly. you're both full of genuine love and compliments, it's like a competition on who loves who more.

you do skincare or make-up together. you both take each other on dates and post cute pictures with lovey-dovey captions.

with him, it's glittery, chaotic, and lowkey kind of romantic. he's your soulmate for real.

JUNGWON

your chillest homeboy. makes sure you're fed, makes sure you both went to the place you wanted to check out, he lets you pick where to eat, and like to puts a hand in your shoulder while walking together.

he always has the best reactions whenever he listens to your rants. jungwon knows all your gossip, even knows the life story of people he's never met.

always calm, unbothered, and quietly devoted to your comfort. people are always mistaking you for a couple though.

NI-KI

your clingiest homeboy but be on some nonchalant shit sometimes, it's annoying. dramatically calls you into his room for an 'emergency' only to ask you to turn off the light because he's too cozy to move.

he runs to you when the others tease him and back him into the corner. "can you tell them i'm right?" "back me up, please? just this once?" even though you always do.

you message each other every day. he always win at every games, makes fun of you, then feel bad after.

ni-ki loves his nap sessions with you, sometimes you even wake up with his arms wrapped around your waist.

fake trips and you have no idea why. he loves it because you spoil him all the time but when it's his turn to do the same for you? it's 1000/10, chef's kiss, he knows everything you want and he'll give it to you.

note : i hope i understood what platonic means TT マスターリストm.list

[ponderingmoonlight]

How you accidentally made Dante look like a hero again

Pairing: Dante x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: All you wanted was to outsmart Dante and prove he was setting you up for demon attacks in order to get closer to you. Instead, you ended up buried under library rubble, fighting off scorpion demons, and getting saved by him — again. This is why you have trust issues.

Warnings: swearing, kinda enemies to lovers dynamic, I just love Dante y'all need to have mercy with me lol

You’re starting to think you’re cursed.

That’s the only explanation for it. How else do you keep ending up in demon-infested alleys, haunted casinos, and - once - dangling upside down from a stolen motorcycle, twice in the same week? No average person deserves so much distress.

But even worse: every time - every damn time - there’s Dante.

Bursting in like he’s auditioning for an action movie. Guns blazing, coat flaring behind him, a cocky smirk plastered across his stupidly handsome face.

God, how much you hate that guy.

…do you?

"Oh no," you mutter under your breath when you spot him swaggering through the chaos yet again.

"Not this asshole."

"Miss me, babe?" he calls, spinning his sword once before cleaving a demon in half like it's no big deal.

You barely dodge a flying claw, pretty used to almost dying by now.

"Dante, why are there hellhounds in the laundromat?! I just came here to do my laundry!"

He winks at you like this is all part of some grand romantic plan.

"You know. Crazy city. You never know what’s gonna happen. Nice panties by the way, wish I could see them up close."

You stare at him, sceptical to say the least, as he shoots a demon that was two inches away from biting your head off.

"This is the fourth time this month. And every time you're 'coincidentally' nearby!"

He strolls over, casually beheading something with his sword like he's just stretching his legs. How many times have you seen this already? Probably like a hundred times.

This month.

"Fate works in mysterious ways, sweetheart."

You gawk at him. No, the thing he calls fate can’t be an accident. There is literally no way in hell that you get attacked even more often than himself. There has to be another reason. Could it be that…?

"Are you setting this up?!"

He gives you a look, all fake innocence and devilish grin.

That bastard.

"Who, me? Nahhh. Demons just have a thing for damsels. Lucky for you... I'm a professional knight in shining armor."

A piece of ceiling collapses dangerously close to you. You flinch for once. Dante doesn’t even blink, just throws an arm around your waist and throws you out of the way with way too much enthusiasm.

You land on your back with a grunt, staring up at the cracked ceiling and wondering what life choices led you here. Where did you take a wrong turn to deserve this? Being liked by a hot guy is all fun and games until the name of that jerk is Dante Sparda, apparently.

Dante leans over you, upside-down, grinning like a maniac.

"You good? Need mouth-to-mouth?" he offers helpfully.

You shove him off you, the heat of his body almost devouring you whole.

"I’m getting a restraining order."

"You say that, but then who’s gonna save you next time you almost get eaten by a possessed vending machine?"

You open your mouth to argue - and realize you have no idea how to deal with possessed vending machines. You groan, burying your face in your hands.

“Maybe you’re the one who possesses everything around me…”

Dante pats your head fondly like you’re some kind of beloved but very dumb kitten.

"You mean like your thoughts? Most definitely, yeah. But don't worry, babe," he coos cheerfully, "I'll always be there to save your pretty little ass."

You’re pretty sure that’s supposed to be comforting. Instead, you start mentally drafting your will.

“Get off me now, I need to get going jerk. And stop staring at my panties”, you hiss through gritted teeth while getting up, packing your things and leaving.

No, this isn’t an accident, not your fault by any means. Dante is the one who sets all of this shit up.

“That fucker…”, you mutter to yourself, slamming the door shut in fury.

You can’t do this anymore, can’t take seeing a demon each time you leave your house. You’ll have to teach him a lesson.

Yes, there has to be a way to stop this madness once and for all.

“I’ll catch you mid-act, Dante…”

You hatch a plan.

A pretty simple one: bait Dante into showing up, catch him red-handed, and finally prove he's arranging all this chaos.

You pick the most boring, demon-unfriendly place you can think of: the public library. No shady alleys, no creepy neon signs, no way in hell anything supernatural is hanging out between the tax law section and the dusty romance novels.

You text him a fake tip, something about "possible demonic activity" near the library, totally urgent, definitely needs his professional attention.

Then you sit back, tuck yourself into a corner with a stack of books, and wait.

Ten minutes pass. Twenty. Thirty.

No Dante.

You start to relax. Maybe he finally got the hint. Maybe he's actually busy for once. Did your words from yesterday finally stir something inside of his brain?

And that's when the ceiling caves in.

You shriek as a massive scorpion demon crashes through the roof, scattering books and terrified civilians everywhere. Librarians are running for their lives. An entire row of encyclopedias explodes in a puff of dusty chaos, taking your sight while you desperately try to crawl out of the scene.

Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen. That definitely wasn’t written on your bingo card for today.

"What the hell?!" you shout, diving behind a bookshelf just in time before a whole fucking shelf bumps onto the ground next to you.

"HEY BABY!" a too-familiar voice yells from somewhere in the smoke.

You peek out and see Dante standing atop the checkout desk, dual pistols in hand, grinning like this is the best day of his life.

"Miss me?"

You stare at him, speechless. No, this has to be a dream. This was supposed to be a trap, you set him off in order to finally find him guilty. And now this?

"HOW?!"

He jumps off the desk, unloading a round of bullets into the demon's face like it’s a casual Tuesday.

"You sent me the text! Good instincts, by the way - I was gonna ignore it, but then I figured, ‘Hey, if my girl’s around, probably gonna be some action.’ And look! Action!"

You dodge a flying claw and seriously consider strangling him with a library card cord.

"I SENT YOU A FAKE TEXT!" you shout over the sound of gunfire.

"THERE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE A REAL DEMON!"

"Aw," Dante replies, kicking a demon minion into a copy machine, "you’re so modest. You’re like a magnet for this stuff."

You have no time to argue. The giant scorpion is bearing down on you. You grab the nearest weapon, a hardcover dictionary about curse words in Spanish, and hurl it at its head. It bounces off harmlessly. Yeah, what a surprise, actually.

Dante whistles low, impressed.

"Good arm, babe. But here - lemme show you how it's done."

Before you can blink, he’s in front of you, sword flashing, doing some ridiculously show-offy spin move that absolutely wasn’t necessary but looks cool as hell anyway.

The demon collapses with a final screech.

Silence falls over the destroyed library.

Books smolder, paper flutters in the air like sad confetti. Somewhere, a printer makes a pathetic beep before dying.

You sit down heavily on the floor, dazed.

Dante strolls over, all proud, offering you a hand up.

"No need to thank me. It’s kinda my thing."

You stare at him, mind still processing what just happened. Your mission failed – miserably, so say the least.  

"I literally TRIED to set you up."

"And look how well it worked!" he declares brightly.

"You lured out the bad guys! You're a natural at this demon-hunting stuff. I'm so proud."

You want to punch him. You want to kiss him. You want to punch him then kiss him.

Instead, you let him pull you to your feet, dusting off your scorched jacket.

"I'm never texting you again," you grumble.

"Sure you will," Dante coos, flashing that stupid, charming grin.

"You can't resist me."

You open your mouth to argue - and immediately get tackled to the ground as a second, smaller demon leaps from the wreckage.

You land with a painful thud, pinned beneath Dante’s weight as he shoots over your head, finishing off the last monster.

When the danger’s over, he stays there for an awkward beat too long, smirking down at you.

"See? Told ya. Always there to catch ya when you fall."

You groan, covering your face with your hands while absolutely hating how good his body weight feels on top of you, how surprisingly good that asshole of a man smells.

"I'm going to die of second-hand embarrassment."

"Nah," Dante retorts confidently, getting up and pulling you with him again.

"If anyone’s gonna kill you, it’s gonna be something way cooler. Like a demon. Or a possessed espresso machine."

You squint at him.

 "You’re not gonna let this go, are you?"

He slings an arm around your shoulders like he owns the place, like the ablaze library isn’t his fault at all, and leads you toward the exit.

"Nope. You're stuck with me, sweetheart."

You sigh.

Maybe getting a new phone and a new name wouldn’t be the worst idea.

…Or just giving in.

[thewertsearch]

JOHN: what i'm wondering is, once we crashed through that window, weren't we supposed to like… JOHN: enter a new game session? the reset one? JOHN: and meet up with karkat, and vriska, and all the trolls, and i guess maybe also a bunch of dead trolls too??? like troll ghosts or such. JADE: yes that was the basic idea

Hm. That might be a problem, actually.

These two are flying directly from one Fourth Wall to another, presumably emerging in post-Scratch Derse at some point during the B2 session. It doesn't look like they'll be able to take a quick detour to the Furthest Ring, except perhaps by taking a nap - so unless they find another solution, we'll be forced to split the party for a while.

I thought Jade might be able to teleport them directly to Rose and Dave, or vice-versa - but if she could do that, the two groups would already be united. It can't be that easy.

There's probably some restriction on Jade's powers, which prevents her from taking this obvious course of action. Like, maybe if she teleports someone who's moving at 99% the speed of light, it causes some sort of nuclear explosion.

JOHN: oh god, rose and dave!!! where are they now? did one of them do the suicide mission thing? and what about the other? did they get scratch'd??? […] JADE: they did not actually destroy the sun. trust me, i would know if it was gone. now that i know what i know, it was kind of silly of us to think it would ever be destroyed…

Are you sure?

Doc Scratch - if we assume his 'honesty' schtick was legit - certainly seemed to think it could be destroyed by the Tumor. It was created by the Tumor, after all, so it makes intuitive sense that a bomb on the same scale could at least fuck it up a little.

...god, I still haven't even begun to digest the implications of Scratch creating the Sun. It's yet another hint that English is motivated by more than just his appetite, and is working on something much, much bigger behind the scenes.

JADE: and as it happens, rose and dave are not dead either! i have received very reliable reports that they survived

...when?

JADE: when i was dead there for a few minutes, i had one last very informative nap

Oh, ok, that makes sense.

So - from now on, every time our heroes fall asleep, Aradia et al. can reliably fill them in on what's been happening in the afterlife. Everyone say thank you, Feferi!

JOHN: so is this place like that yellow lawn ring thing karkat was talking about? […] JADE: its the yellow yard JADE: we have to cross it to break through the next wall […] JOHN: thats not a yard. JOHN: yards are like these flat wide patches of grass, surrounded by fences and stuff. JOHN: if anything, it's more like a road. […] JADE: kinda like the yellow brick road? JOHN: sure, why not!

Well, we have plenty of Witches and tin men, but Nepeta's really more of a kitten than a lion. Plus, she sure ain't no coward.

JOHN: what… JOHN: the fuck… JOHN: is that?

Do not look upon the face of God.

[antianakin]

I'm not sure Obi-Wan actually... knows? He's not in the room when Anakin gives them to her and she ignites them, so while I imagine Obi-Wan's aware that Anakin kept them and has been maintaining them and such, there's nothing to me that indicates that he knows what color they are now, and every interaction he has with Ahsoka afterwards is over a holo call and she doesn't have her lightsabers ignited during those.

The creepiness of it I think is mostly subtextual and comes from the audience's understanding of Anakin and the way he tends to view love as a possessive thing. His gestures can often SEEM very sincere and sweet at first glance, but with another look or two or three, you start noticing some weird undertones. TCW has quite a few scenes like this, mostly with Padme, and what's interesting is that they ARE different than the way they're done in the films. In the films, the creepiness factor is WAY higher in a lot of ways, and the balance is honestly kind-of off there, too, just in the opposite direction, and it's nearly impossible to understand why Padme would even LIKE him when he just comes off entirely as an overdramatic selfish creep. TCW keeps those scenes a LOT subtler and so the sweetness takes center stage and the creepiness only comes in if you go back a few times, maybe as an older person with the added perspective of age and experience, and pick up on the subtext and the ways in which the things Anakin says can SEEM sweet but really are disrespectful or possessive or both. He's using all the right words in the right tone of voice but it's the motive that's flawed.

The lightsaber color change is clearly intended to have Ahsoka's sabers match his own. If we go with the idea that the color itself doesn't really have any meaning to the Jedi and the word of God explanation that they are still her sabers and all Anakin did was like... shift it three degrees to the left to change the color, then there's nothing SUPER invasive or offensive about it. It's a little weird, one of those things you roll your eyes at a little because it's kinda like Anakin handed her matching PJs or matching Jedi robes or something because why NOT match? It's kinda stupid, it's a little cringe, but whatever, they're still her crystals and the lightsabers still work and the fact that Anakin's kept her lightsabers with him as well as continued to maintain them shows how much she meant to him and the hope he kept around that she would one day return. Even the color change is, in some ways, part of that gesture of hope that she'd one day want to come back.

The creepiness comes in when you realize it's more about him and how he feels than about Ahsoka at all. The creepiness comes from Anakin seeing Ahsoka as HIS. He wants a visible symbol that she is HIS Padawan, he wants to BIND her to him in a way everyone can see. She left him once, and he views that as a disappointment, a failure. And not even necessarily HIS failure, but Ahsoka's failure. That deleted scene where he talks to Obi-Wan makes it pretty apparent that, on some level, he's disappointed in what he perceives as Ahsoka's failure. Taking her lightsabers with him and changing the color to match his own is just another sign of how Anakin is upset that Ahsoka left HIM and how bad he is at letting anyone go and how possessive he is towards the people he claims to care about.

It actually makes sense to me that Ahsoka doesn't react to this as something creepy. She's never had to experience Anakin's possessive behavior before, she has no concept of just how much Anakin struggles with letting go and attachment and how fucked up he is by her choice to leave. She doesn't have the context through which to find the creepiness in this gesture. As far as Ahsoka is concerned, with what she knows of Anakin, this is just a big brother doing something a little cringey as a prank at worst. It's a little embarrassing perhaps, but it shows that he missed her. The creepiness SHOULD only really be visible to the audience at this point. YOU'RE the one who is supposed to be bringing the context of what you know of Anakin to this scene and recognizing all of the ways in which Anakin means this gesture, even the ones Ahsoka is incapable of seeing.

And in the same vein, that sweetness is equally as important to the scene to get across. The whole point behind Anakin is that he isn't some monster with no redeemable qualities to him. The whole point is that there was a lot of good in him and a lot of good intentions and real genuine care for people, and that all of it got twisted up by his fear and his pain and it consumed him step by step until he took that last leap over the cliff into the darkness completely. Before that, it's mostly meant to be simmering underneath the surface. But if there isn't a good person in there that you can see and recognize, then his choice to come BACK in ROTJ has a lot less impact.

Obviously the issue here is that the scene leading into this one is Jedi critical as all get out, we know Filoni has a massive boner for Anakin as the "greatest Jedi of all time" and the ways that impacts Ahsoka's own greatness, and that the balance between Anakin's goodness and his darkness is probably the narrative that is the weakest across the films and TCW. TCW does it a little better but only because they turned Anakin into Obi-Wan with slightly more anger issues and so he feels a little more likable most of the time, but he's also not... Anakin anymore in some ways, which is a whole different conversation. But it can be hard to view this moment without some of those other pieces of context, and so it can feel like the creepiness that Filoni claims is intended to be there is intentionally being overshadowed by the sweetness because of Filoni's personal bias.

We are also seeing this particular moment THROUGH AHSOKA'S EYES, she is very much the point of view character in this scene, and so it makes sense that SHE sees it as an embarrassing but sweet gesture, even if WE know that there's some darker shit behind it. Because that's the whole emotional core of the rest of this arc. WE know that Anakin is four days away from committing a genocide. WE know that as Ahsoka is taking out Maul, Anakin is falling more and more into darkness. WE know exactly what Ahsoka hears in her vision even when she doesn't. WE know exactly how Anakin abandoned her to die as we watch her fight her way through her own men. Ahsoka barely understands what's happening and has no idea of Anakin's involvement in it and the betrayal that just happened, BUT WE DO, and that's literally the entire driving force behind WHY it's emotional in many ways. It's why that last image of Darth Vader going to that planet and finding her lightsaber is meaningful at all. He knows he betrayed her, he knows he abandoned her to die, he knows that whatever happened here is his fault, and he has to live with that knowledge. Ahsoka gets to wander off in ignorance, but Anakin never does.

Ahsoka's ignorance is the tragedy, and that tragedy begins right here, with these damn lightsabers and their new color.

So there's ways I think this scene works, I do think that having it land both sweet and creepy is pretty par for the course for how a lot of Anakin's scenes go (especially with the big three: Padme, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka) and that the creepiness IS meant to come more from your own knowledge while the sweetness comes from Ahsoka's limited knowledge, but Filoni's personal biases that we all know about and are bringing to this scene as well make it feel like that sweetness is perhaps getting overemphasized and so the creepiness factor isn't coming across the way he thought it would.

Anakin changing the color of Ahsoka's lightsabers is such a weird writing choice to make because it honestly makes zero sense with everything we've been shown or told up until then about how lightsabers work.

In the Gathering arc, we see all of the kids pick up what appear to be pretty similarly colored white crystals, but they don't all end up with the same color lightsaber. We hear them discuss the importance of choosing the design of the hilt to suit them, but never once hear them discuss any importance to choosing the COLOR of the saber. There's never any indication that the Jedi can choose the color of their saber, it's effectively chosen for them when they're led to a crystal to begin with.

The only other times we know someone can change the color of a crystal is bleeding and purifying which requires a lot of effort and appears to result only in red or white blades.

So for Anakin to have changed the color of Ahsoka's sabers from green/yellow to blue, either we need to completely discount that worldbuilding and assume that the hilt provides the color somehow and can be engineered differently, or Anakin somehow found two new crystals that he was able to confirm were blue and replaced her crystals with the new ones.

The option was there to just have Anakin have adjusted the design of hilt if they wanted to have Anakin do something to her lightsabers that was invasively sweet in a typically Anakin sort of way, to make them match his and Obi-Wan's more or something. Or if they wanted it to be genuinely sweet, he could've just given her back the sabers normally. And instead, they just... threw out everything we ever knew about the lightsabers just to give Ahsoka sabers that they were going to have her throw away in 3 episodes anyway and never get back. I don't really see the point of it when the lightsabers have no emotional impact upon anything.

[em-harlsnow]

drunk ian devouring his husband send message

Ian usually doesn't get this drunk. He drinks, sure, probably more than he should, but he acts mostly the same when he's tipsy.

But Mickey hasn't seen Ian this drunk in a long time. Not since they were teenagers. Definitely not since they've been married.

Someone threw a small party in the Alibi, Mickey doesn't remember who or why. Everyone else has forgotten too.

He's at the bar, drinking whiskey with Carl and arguing about guns. Kev and Veronica add their own opinions every once in a while when they aren't pouring beers from drunk and disorderly patrons. Mickey's mid-way through his sentence on how much better Mickey is at shooting than Carl when he feels something heavy hit into his back.

"Heyyy, Mickey." Ian slurs into his ear, giggling to himself.

"Hey." Mickey laughs, raising his eyebrows.

"How're you?" Ian says, the words all mingling together.

"I'm good, man. How much've you had?" Mickey asks, eyebrows raised.

Ian shakes his head. "None, none. I'm sooo sober." He mumbles, reaching over Mickey's shoulder to his half-filled glass of whiskey.

"Yeah, no. I don't think you need any fucking whiskey right now." Mickey says, sliding the glass out of reach.

Instead, Ian grabs Mickey's arm instead of the drink.

"You've got good arms, d'y'know that?" Ian asks, groping up Mickey's biceps.

Carl starts chuckling, gripping his stomach. Mickey snorts.

"C'mon. We're gonna sit you down." Mickey says. "Before you can't walk anymore."

"Wanna sit me down on you." Ian slurs.

"Yeah, that doesn't make much sense." Mickey says, getting up from his stool and pulling Ian towards one of the booths. He can still mostly walk, but he keeps tripping over or getting distracted and almost drifting off.

"You got a good butt." Ian sighs into his ear while Mickey's trying to wrestle him into a seat. Mickey feels one of his hands pinch his ass, and Mickey rolls his eyes, pulling Ian's hand away and setting it down on the table.

"M'gonna get you some water, kay? Stay here." Mickey says, swaying as he stands back up again. He's a little drunk himself, but he's much more coherent than Ian.

"Where're you goin?" Ian asks, iron grip on Mickey's wrist.

"To get you water." Mickey laughs. "I'll be back in a sec."

"Stay here."

"I will, okay? Just gotta get you a bit more sober so you don't got your head in the toilet tomorrow." Mickey reasons, prying Ian's fingers off him.

Just as he turns around, he feels Ian pulling him backwards by his belt. "Mickeyyy." Ian laughs. "Come back."

Mickey laughs at him. "You're an idiot. Lip!" Mickey calls, waving Ian's brother over. "Can you watch him?" Mickey asks, pointing to the ginger sap trying to simultaneously feel him up under his shirt and undo his belt buckle. Mickey bats at his hands.

Lip wanders over, and Ian groans. "Make Lip get water. Mickey can stay."

"Jesus, how much did he drink?" Lip asks.

"Hey, Lip!" Ian smiles, as if he hadn't already noticed his presence.

"Yeah, hey, Ian." Lip smirks. "I'll go grab him some water. Kev might have some bread or some shit behind the counter."

"Good, Mickey stays. C'mon, we can fuck under the table." Ian tries to whisper, noise level rising much more than is socially acceptable.

"Your dick won't fit under the table, never mind your whole body." Mickey snorts.

"No, c'mon. Just sit on my lap and no one will know." Ian giggles, fingers hooking into Mickey's belt.

"You're shouting, I'm pretty sure everyone will know." Mickey says, letting Ian drag him onto the seat beside him.

"Everyone knows you're my husband, everyone knows we're fucking." Ian adds, head landing into Mickey's shoulder.

"Yes." Mickey agrees. "Everyone knows that, but I don't think they need a live show."

"We'll hide under the table." Ian says, like Mickey's stupid.

"No, we can fuck in the bed we have at home." Mickey says. "When you won't fall asleep halfway through, though. So not tonight." He adds, which Ian pouts about.

"Fine, I'll just suck your dick under the table, then." Ian grins, about to shuffle himself onto his knees.

"God, please don't." Lip mutters. "Here's your water. Kev didn't have any food."

"Don't want water. Want another real drink." Ian grumbles.

"Yeah, this has vodka in it." Mickey lies, pushing the water towards his husband. "S'a new thing. Water and vodka. Try it."

Ian frowns like he doesn't trust him, but gingerly reaches for the glass and sips it. "This doesn't taste like vodka."

"Exactly. The water hides the taste." Mickey says. "Have some more."

"Doesn't sound right."

"Just drink more." Mickey says, shoving the glass into Ian's hand.

"Fine." Ian gives in, chugging the whole thing down at once.

Lip sits across from them, starts having a conversation with someone Mickey doesn't remember the name of. Once Ian's done, he's immediately feeling Mickey up under his shirt.

"Man, you gotta stop." Mickey laughs. "You're fucking handsy when you're drunk."

"Can't help it. We're married." Ian mutters. "And you lied to me about vodka being in that water, so I'm mad at you."

"You aren't mad at me, you're smiling." Mickey argues.

"I'm smiling. Yeah, I'm smiling, because you're taking care of me." Ian grins. "I'm gonna suck your dick so much when we get home."

"You're gonna be asleep when we get home. Better not throw up tomorrow."

"You'd hold my hair back." Ian slurs.

[sirxlla]

What Song Sounds Like Your Relationship With Him (Batboys)

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Dick:

Dick knows how lucky he is to have you, he's used to men trying to pick you up and flirt with you. Of course, you'd apologize to him, and he'll tell you he understands.

"Love, Any guy who didn't flirt with you would have to be clinically dead to not see how amazing you are."

When guys get too aggressive or won't leave you alone, he's not afraid to fight a dude for you. Of course, both you and him hope it never comes to that, but on occasion, he has had to get bailed out after fighting for you. Dick knows the value of what he's got and he's not gonna let anyone take that from him.

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Jason:

Being with Jason meant that every second felt like the future, past and present all rolled into one, it feels like truly being alive, like the wind in your hair when he'd take you for a ride on his motorcycle. He's very in the moment all the time and you often have to remind him to slow down.

Jason's very loving and reassuring to the point it feels like worship sometimes. He wants you to know how loved you are, he doesnt for a single second want you feeling that you dont matter part because he loves you but part because he never wants anyone he cares about to feel unloved the way he has before. Jason doesnt want you for a single second think that he doesnt love you. He loves you and you completely, not a single person would think otherwise and he hopes that includes you.

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Bruce:

It's in small moments like this, where everything would just fall into place, a slow moment with you, your eyes gazing into his. Where the two of you danced and the world faded away where he was reminded of why he does what he does, why he's Batman. Where everything felt safe and secure.

Bruce danced slowly with you, your right hand on his shoulder, his left hand on your waist, the other hands hand in hand. Bruce didnt often get to slow his life down and be with you which he often regrets but seeing you here like this makes his heart yearn for more time with you, for the night to never end.

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Tim:

Tim and you had been best friends for a while, it was just small glances and the accidental brush of a hand and he was done for. He fell in the love the way time passes slowly but all at once. Time slowed with you but also just ramped on like a roller coaster.

He was in love before he he knew he was in it. Holding your hand, driving you around places, volunteering to fix your car and little things like that.

"Hey, um...what are we?" You ask randomly one day while you two are hanging out.

"You're my girlfriend. Right?"

"Am I? You never asked." You laughed as the both of you never made that agreement.

"Well, I'm asking now. You wanna be my girlfriend?" He knew the answer but it wasnt gonna hurt to ask about it offically.

"Yeah." You said nonchalantly since the bith of you had essentially been dating for about six months, you had only asked just to make sure there were no mixed messages.

"Just yeah?" He laughs at your short and simple answer as he looks into your beautiful eyes.

"Just yeah." You whisper and confirm with a smile on your face, it's simple and easy between the two of you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Damian:

You'd been warned on how "mean" and "cruel" Damian is but from the instant you saw him there was just something about him that just sucked you in like a whirlpool. You'd been warned time and time again that "he was raised an assassin" and "he's not great with people" but nothing anyone told you even remotely turned you off of the idea of Damian.

You watched him sharpen his swords from a distance. For some reason he never seemed to notice until Bruce pointed out to him how much you seemed to watch him which interest Damian because everyone kinda thought he's so mean but you seemed to think the opposite.

Once you and him started dating, you really got to see how sweet and soft he could be, how gentle. To everyone else he was this mean big bad wolf but when its just you and him, he was like a sweet adorable puppy.

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[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

People are foaming at the mouths yelling how sotr is a cash grab as if majority of YA isn't cash grab right now. As if everyone isn't writing the same mediocre books over and over again. If Suzanne Collins writing one book once every few years is such a travesty, what do we call the authors who are releasing new books almost every year or unnecessary spinoffs? Why don't we bash other YA authors for that? What are the Fourth Wing's sequels, the inheritance games and its spinoffs, King of Scars duology, the Heavenly Tyrant, Chloe Gong's, SJM's, Holly Black's books? But how dare Suzanne Collins name-drop her characters from another book, it's unheard of 😱. Get a grip. 🙏 Everybody does it, and not just in YA.

Suzanne Collins writes when she sees the need to say something. She isn't even advertising her books as much as others are. At least her works still carry meaningful and relevant messages, especially considering recent events in the world.

Suzanne Collins is one of the few good YA authors left that are still popular. I'm grateful she's still writing.

Edit: I have made peace with the fact that none of the prequels will be as good as the original trilogy. I'm glad she tells us other characters' stories. Are there better YA books out there than sotr? Sure. But it's still better than the majority, and while I recognize the criticisms people who make fun of mediocre YA books (like me) might have because we hold Suzanne Collins to a higher standard, hearing it from people who eat up mediocre ya books but turn into literally critics about sotr is just pure hypocrisy.

[crystalshard]

A shadow slid into the booth seat opposite.

Blinking, Danny lifted his eyes from the screen of his brand new WayneTech laptop - a gift from Sam when he'd received his acceptance into Gotham U - as he fumbled blearily for his coffee cup. The man seated across from him was lithe and dark-haired. Concern emanated from every part of his face, and the searchlight intensity made Danny blink again.

Danny worked his jaw, loosening the built-up tension. "Uh. Hi?" Lifting his cup to mask his confusion, Danny refocused into the white ceramic cavern when no delicious dark liquid met his tongue. Empty? Betrayal.

The man pursed his mouth, reaching out to rest a hand over Danny's wrist. "Tim," he began.

Danny pulled away instinctively, his eyes narrowing. Why was this stranger acting so familiar? And who was this Tim guy?

Thankfully, the man pulled back. "Tim," he repeated, "you need to go home. Hiding from Tam in here so you can work overtime without her noticing isn't a good thing, despite what guys like Lex Luthor say about being productive.”

Danny wrinkled his nose at the mention of the bald asshole. The guy had worked with Vlad once, so he was definitely on Danny's no-go list.

Stranger Danger nodded as if Danny had said that out loud. "Exactly. Look, Tim, this isn't like you. I used to catch you napping everywhere instead of avoiding sleep, and you always preferred soda to coffee. Is the job stressing you out that much? C'mon, buddy, you can tell me."

Huh. Whoever this Tim guy was, he must be having a rough time. At least he had his brother looking out for him. (Had to be a brother. If it wasn't for the voice and the appearance, he'd have sworn it was Jazz in front of him. The Older Sibling vibes were unmistakable.) "Uh," Danny said, a noise meant more for buying time while he thought than an actual answer. He really should tell this guy that he wasn't Tim.

Older Brother sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I've failed you as an older brother. I should have believed you about B, and I didn't. I can understand why you don't want to tell me. But would you please just let me take you home so that you can sleep in your own bed for a while?"

He really should admit he wasn't Tim.

But . . .

A good night's sleep sounded really good. And it was nice having someone there who cared about him, even if Older Brother thought he was someone else. He could get the bus or an Uber or something back to the dorms in the morning.

With his brain drenched in cortisol and adenosine, his thoughts slow and hard to reach, Danny nodded and began to pack up his things.

Older Brother brightened and led him out to a waiting car. Danny considered briefly that he might be being kidnapped, but the car was a Porsche. He was fairly sure that most kidnappers didn't use Porsches.

(That ought to have been the first warning sign.)

The passenger seat was comfortable, and Older Brother didn't seem inclined to talk. Danny leaned his head back and let himself doze off.

"Tim! Tim, wake up, we're here!"

Danny blinked awake and stared at the garage in front of him. The enormous garage that held at least five cars and had space for more. Even Vlad didn't have a garage that big. When you could fly, why drive unless you had to?

(Warning Sign 2.)

"C'mon, buddy, you look like you need a good ten hours."

Danny unclipped his seatbelt after two tries, staggering out of the low-slung car and nearly falling when the ground was closer than he expected. "Bag," he muttered.

"I've got your bag. We'd better go in through the side door, you don't want Alfred catching sight of you like this."

Warm, supportive hands guided Danny into the house and down a corridor. And down another corridor. And up a set of stairs, and this house was bigger than Sam's and maybe bigger than Vlad's cheese castle, and who the hell were Tim and Older Brother to be living somewhere like this? "Huh?" Danny asked.

(Warning Sign 3.)

Older Brother winced slightly. "Okay, so it's the Manor and not your apartment or the Nest, but I wanted you somewhere I can keep an eye on you. Don't worry, I'll let B know you're taking tonight off."

Danny frowned, something about that phrasing sounding a little odd, but he couldn't quite latch on to the exact issue with it.

"Aaaaand here we are! Alfred's washed the sheets since the last time you were here, they're all clean. Sleep well!"

The door shut behind Older Brother, leaving Danny to stare at the bedroom. Whoever Tim was, he was probably around Danny's age and as much of a technophile as Tucker. And, given the quality of the furnishings and the sheets, richer than Sam.

Sheets. Bed. Soft, warm, bed.

Too tired to shower, and unwilling to use someone else's toothbrush, Danny stripped to his boxers and curled up under the covers.

The next thing he knew, the door slammed open. Light streamed through the window, and Danny squinted against the too-bright sun as a dark-haired figure who bore a remarkable resemblance to him stomped over to the bedside.

"You," said a voice both icy and full of rage. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my bed?"

A batfam member lecturing tim on how he needs to go back to the manor and rest because they know hes been overworking himself and hasn’t slept

Danny who is definitely not this tim person, however he has been overworking himself and hasnt slept either and a nap sounds really good right about now, agreeing and just going with them

[dilf-docs]

"Call It What You Want" Series: Drabbles. In today's episode, Y/n L/n goes on a Chicken Shop Date! ft. Amelia Dimoldenberg

Set: Before the first part of the CIWYW series Warnings: None. Just lousy comedy. I'm sorry Word count: 974 words

"So, I heard a rumor"

You pop a fry into your mouth. "Gotta be more specific with that"

"That you like older men" she replies back in an instant. You almost choke on your fry. Almost. You're quick to recover, taken back still.

"Oh, that" you let out a laugh. "I suppose it's true"

You think back about one of your most liked instagram posts, an old one. A graphic t-shirt with the front spelling I Love Dilfs, a red heart in the middle. Pedro had teased you about it, to which you replied: Are you stalking me?

"Why not older women?" she questions, and your eyes go wide at it. You've never been one to label yourself, especially not online.

"You aren't old, Amelia"

Her character falters a bit at your comeback.

"Did you just called me old?" she jabs. "I can poison your nuggets"

"Well" you reply, "it would be a bit weird that I thought about other people while we're on a date, right?"

She contains a laugh.

"I'd say then, that you have good taste" she bites a nugget. You bite yours. "Can I ask one thing, though?"

"Sure" you lean forward, then look at the camera, pleading, "as long as it's not about my dating life-"

Finding out who you were dating was one of the Internet's favorite topics. It went wild every time a new project of yours dropped, since you seemed to have insane chemistry with your co-stars. This time, the victim was Sam Cafflin, who just happened to star in some horror flick called Bagman. You weren't even together in the movie, but the few promotions you did together were enough for fans to place their imput in your relationship. They always did, yet, so far, no one had been able to guess it right.

And you're lucky, because it's been a while now since you and Pedro were together.

"If you could choose any D.I.L.F to take my place and be on a date with you, right now, who would it be?"

"Rude. I see you insist on me cheating on you on our date"

"I'm curious" she says, her accent shinning. "The Internet loves to pair you up with older men as much as you love to pair up yourself. Have you noticed?"

It's no secret. You're as clear as ambiguous. Everyone knows your preference, but none the fact that you're even married.

"Of course. I love my fans too much" you take a sip of your lemonade. "You could say I am a fan of them"

"Alright, but who you'd pick?" Amelia insists.

"Depends on the season" you chuckle. Your mind instantly goes to your husband. Still, you decide to spice things a bit with your answer. Give the Internet something to say. Give him something to say. Shit stirrer, you hear his voice in your mind. "Right now, it's summer, and Hugh Jackman seems the right answer"

The blonde woman raises her eyebrows.

"He was here just last month" Amelia says. "Should I give him your number?"

"You don't have my number" you deadpan. "Nor his"

Her eyes go wide as she suppresses a smile.

"Say I did. Should I ask yours for him?"

You shrug. "I'm a busy woman. If they want me, they better find me"

She chuckles lightly at that. "Well, thank you for making time for me then"

"Oh, for a pretty girl, anytime. Might like you more than my D.I.L.F.S"

Yet, in your heart, there's only a space and Pedro's carved itself inside it.

"Hugh Jackman, huh?" he muses. "What the fuck is he gonna do for you, hmh?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, moving from side to side in a cheeky manner. He's been bugging you with it ever since you stepped inside the house, and you've been trying so hard for him to drop it, but you knew it was lost case ever since he started spamming your phone once the interview dropped last night.

"Pop those claws out"

"You could have a Roman general yet you chose a mutant freak"

"The Roman general dies. Wolverine is immortal" you argue back.

"You're saying that just because he's trending right now... I want to see if you hold to the same answer when Gladiator II comes out"

"Baby, be honest. Are you jealous?" you tease.

He scoffs. "Of a guy with forks for hands? Please"

"Calm down. No need to fight this war, general" you stand on your tiptoes, his lips brushing yours. "You know I'm all yours"

His grip on your waist tightens, then leans into your ear and whispers, possessively so.

"Damn right you fucking are"

You're enjoying this a bit too much. Not even the Internet had gone that crazy over your interview.

"Hugh Jackman can sing though"

"Aw, c'mon!" you laugh as he slips from your embrace. "That's it, you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"No, wait" you chase after him, giggling.

His face is flushed when he looks back at you.

"You know, I Iearned to sign Future Days, for Joel. But now? You get nothing, ungrateful deceiving wifey"

You feign hurt, placing a hand on your chest.

"Is it bad to say another man is hot, or have you gone too woke?"

"You're married. Don't bullshit me"

"Secretly married!" you protest.

"So that allows you to thirst out-loud for other men?" you remain silent. God, he's stubborn. "You've been a real bad girl"

You stop on your tracks. So does he. When you smile, wickedly so, he knows he's done for.

"I can be a good girl if you want"

Sultry voice. Dripping in honey, dropping in tone. Batting eyelashes. Parted glossed-up lips. His cock twitches. He feels like a fool.

Pedro just runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, baby. You're gonna be the death of me"

[auroryebread]

the tf141's habits - tf141 hcs

some habits need pysch evaluations. John Price - sleep? what is that? he doesn't trust sleep. literally sets alarms every 90 minutes. reasoning? "just in case." - tea tempering. he brews his tea like it's a blood ritual. if someone dares microwave water, he looks at them like it's treason. - talks to himself. mutters FULL conversations under his breath. gaz once heard him win an argument against himself in three different accents. at least he won. - smokes in the rain. claims it "feels cleaner." soap is convinced he's just romanticising depression. (he is) - stares into the middle distance. like he's waiting for nameless dread to walk through a door. you mimicked it once, he looked over, then proceeded to nod in approval. Simon "Ghost" Riley - refuses to touch public doorknobs. always uses his sleeve or foot. - watches people sleep. not in a creepy way (trust me, I'm the bedframe). he just stands there. he especially does it with you, because he just wants to make sure you're sleeping alright :(( - silent meals. eats like he's in a hostage negotiation. no chewing sounds. no talking. just... silence. like the silence where you can hear your own sins echo. John "Soap" Mactavish - wears mismatched socks on purpose. - eats raw instant ramen like chips. straight up bites it. no shame. (but is being shamed) - shower karaoke. full concert. echoes through base walls. - keeps a stress ball. not for squeezing. but for throwing. he throws the ball at people. - talks in third person during high-adrenaline moments. "soap's got this. soap doesn't die today." when you ask who soap is, his response is: "the main character lass/lad" - carries 7 knives. refers to them by name. one is named "susan." do not ask why. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - schedules his breakdowns. like it's a business meeting. always 4pm sharp, and he brings snacks. - corrects people's grammar while being shot at. soap once yelled "WHERE THEY AT" gaz's response? "where are they, you mean" - colour codes his gear. not because it's practical, but because it looks nice. - keeps a spreadsheet of everyone's favourite snacks. he'll randomly give you your favourite crisps at the end of a mission :D - gossips. like full-on podcast voice when gossiping with you. soap joins in sometimes. gossip girls... remastered. --- writer's note: hi again! second post :) again, I'm writing this at 8am with no sleep. literally dying rn. apologies if there are any typos. much love xx

[starlightkyo]

𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝑶𝒄! 𝒙 𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓𝑶𝒏𝒚!

"Mmph- babe stop," Ramona whined as Ony's face was nuzzled in her neck. She was in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on her look, and he was being a nuisance.

He sucked his teeth, unlatching his arms from around her waist. His posture straightened, standing tall over the shorter woman. The height difference evident in the mirror.

"Why you tryna leave me?" he grumbled, hands claiming her hips.

She softly chuckled, lips curved into a slight smile "babe i'm coming right back."

His brows furrowed, "nah, you gon be gone all night."

She erupted in giggles that filled the room.

Ony wasn't smiling though, lips still pressed into a thin line.

Once Clover's laughter ceased, she shook her head in denial. "Now you know I don't stay out long. The moment i'm ready to leave and they not, i'm calling you." She shrugged before glossing her lips.

Ony knew she was right, just wouldn't give her that satisfaction.

The sound of him sucking his teeth again, was more subtle. He went to stand against the counter with arms crossed. Eyes steadily watching Ramona admire her own beauty.

How could she leave him for hours when he wanted to smoke, cuddle, fuck?

She then held up two different earrings from him to choose from. She liked having his input sometimes.

"Okay which one?" she asked eagerly.

"Neither" he answered dryly.

Ramona bust out laughing. Her chest rumbled as she cracked up for a few seconds.

Ony's expression didn't change which only made her cackle more.

He watched as she took humor in his pain, finally calming down with a dramatic sigh. She settled on a pair and put them on while chuckling.

He was too funny.

"You're really maaad, that's crazy" she smiled. "You know you can come with me?" she said in a 'duh' tone.

"I'm chillin'"

"Okay then, chill until I get back" she joked.

After spraying perfume over herself, she examined all the clutter on the counter. Makeup, hair products, styling tools, perfume, etc.

"Babe can you clean this up? I gotta put my heels on" she sped past him and into their bedroom before he could object.

But she did heard him suck them teeth for a third time.

She sat at the end of the bed, putting her heels on as Ony tediously organized her mess in the bathroom with an attitude. It was further agitated by her expensive scent that lingered in the air, overtaking the smell of product and heat.

Her phone buzzed on the spot beside her; she glanced at the screen to see it was her bestie saying she was outside.

Ramona stood up, snatching her phone and purse. "Alright babe!" she finger waved to Ony before quickly leaving out the door.

The club was packed per usual on a Sat night, folks from wall to wall intoxicated and/or gassed. The bass from the speakers thumped hard, damn near vibrating the room. Ramona and her crew had a section upstairs, overlooking the club below.

Every move they made was being recorded by fans, surely to be posted online.

By now Ramona was a few shots in, feeling tipsy and less tense. Her and her friends proudly sang or rap the songs that blared through.

A time was being had.

Suddenly she felt her phone buzz, seeing texts from poor Ony suffering back at the house. Her absence was really weighing on him.

imu bad

2:37am

im in da clouds w/o u💔

2:37am

im bored bby

2:40am

She pouted reading the messages. Part of her wanted to get back into her mans arms, but another part of her wanted to stay out.

sooon baee

2:42am

For some reason she felt guilty not wanting to leave yet. He had that effect on her since they were practically glued to the hip.

Regardless, she put her phone away and enjoyed the rest of her night. More shots were taken; hookah was being puffed, and ass was being thrown.

It was a vibe.

Her and her crew didn't leave out until an hour and 30 mins later, now seated at an empty Waffle House.

Ramona's head was spinning as she tried to eat her food. Her eyes were hooded, constantly shutting as sleep crept up on her.

"I miss my man" she muttered while eating her pecan waffle.

As her friends teased her about being lovesick, she facetimed Ony. It didn't take long for him to answer, part of his face being in frame. He was in bed, clearly high.

"Wassup baby" he mumbled deeply.

"I miss you" she slurred cutely, a lackadaisical smile followed.

"Then bring yo ass home, I been missin' you."

"I wiiiill."

He looked behind her, recognizing the background. "What yall at waffle house?"

She nodded, her lids closing as she hummed in response.

Ony chuckled, "you gon be knocked out when you get back. Shit I been fightin' sleep too."

"Then to sleep" she murmured with her eyes still shut.

"Nah, not yet. I'm waitin' on you."

Ony was at the front door to pick up Ramona, her legs snapped around his waist as her head buried in his neck.

He carried her all the way up to their master bedroom, sitting her on the bed.

He removed her clothes until she was in her bra and thong. Ramona was sleep ridden, plump lips mumbling incoherently as she slightly swayed side to side.

Ony chuckled at her drunken stupor, "gon get under them covers ma."

She sluggishly did as told, slipping beneath the duvet until only her bundles were peaking out. Within seconds she'd dozed off.

After discarding her clothes in a bathroom hamper, Ony got in bed beside her. Once the lights were off it wasn't long before he succumb to sleep as well.

[cupidsonly]

WHC2 SPOILIERS AHEAD!

guys guys guys, season 2 has got to be the most amazing and unexpected thing bc omds. no because i have so much to say like wtf. i was so emotional the whole time throughout watching this season because why is every episode making me tear up?!?! and do NOT get me started on when i saw suho AWAKE on MY SCREEN. the way i screamed so fucking loud and cried. infact i'm still currrently crying about it while typing this😖😖 no but why do we get like 10 seconds of screentime of suho and sieun??? LIKE WHERE WAS THE EMOTIONS?? NOT EVEN A HUG??? I WAS HERE CRYING MY ASS OFF. anyway enough about suho. lets focus on the main characters of this season like ben, eugene and alex. the friendship between ben and sieun has honestly got to the cutest bc omg?? the way they shared the same feeling about their past is just everything, because the way they understood and connected with eachother throughout the season?!?!? icl i'm also so obsessed with alex rn, he's so ARGH. lee min jae ATE his role up because ouuuuf he's fine shyttttt. don't get me started on eugene. everytime he'd appear on my screen all i would say is "aweeee" BECAUSE THATS LEGIT HIM?? his face card is the most cutest and squishable🥹 i hated every time he got bullied and bashed because how could you do anything to that poor baby?!?!? oh and donald na, the man that you are. he was so tea throughout this season because face card was not decliningggggg. bae na ra did an amazing job as donald na. honestly they made everyone so fine in this show, but what can i say

the fight scenes were the BEST. they were so interesting and intense to watch, i actually enjoyed the fighting scenes sm. although i was so disappointed everytime sieun would get bashed because ho you have more potential?!?! everytime sieun was fighting all i kept screaming was "WHERE IS YOUR PEN" because bro where was it when he needed it..and he got nerfed but the enemies were just too skilled💔💔 the fight between donald na and sieun tho was just so good because they just would NOT give up no matter what. same with wolf keum, even though he was a badass, he also lowk pissed me off at the same time. but throughout watching season 2, i noticed so much change in sieun. like where are his airpods?? and why has he not studied at least once through all 8 episodes. not ONE time did i see him study for school. my poor baby was going through it while sleeping in class just like suho:(((( i'm so grateful for eugene being there for sieun, making sure he gets enough sleep and eats well. oh how i was crying about it aswell. also the flashbacks of beom seok and sieun about his new friends??!? ben better get the love and attention he deserves, because before s2 even dropped, he was getting sm hate for what?!?! i haven't finished the webtoon yet, but ben and sieuns friendship say sm more than suho in the webtoon so idk why they hating. ANYWAYS i am so happy i experienced this amazing cinematic masterpiece of a show omg the way i'm speechless bc what. i now expect my whole entire feed to be about whc2. i absoloutely love this show sm since 2022, i've been so attached, so watching a whole new season just made me even more emotional🥹🥹🥹🥹

i wonder what season 3 is gonna be like since my baby suho woke up, i just have so much to question and wander for season 3

okay my lovelies i'll stop yapping now and shutup but i have so much adrenaline after watching season 2 oh i am so fucking happy suho woke up, and my baby sieun is finally happy with his new friends AH

also ignore any typos or any sentences that doesn't make sense, it's 11pm for me rn and i have sm adrenaline typing this while sobbing still so bare with me.

from your loveliest, dani <3333 ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

[rekino2114]

Sharing an umbrella with the rain code characters

A/n:since the hundred line came out (again no spoilers please) I thought about doing a couple of posts with other kinda death games to celebrate and since I do a lot of danganronpa posts already i decided to do the ones who have very few posts, so maybe expect a zero escape post soon......maybe

Shinigami

You and your death god girlfriend were casually walking around kanai ward looking for stuff to do on your day off

You sat on a bench and sighed tired of holding your umbrella, meanwhile shinigami was too busy looking around at all the other couples sharing their umbrellas to notice your annoyance

"The rain today is pretty bad huh?"

"I dunno, once you're here for a while you can't tell the difference anymore"

The death god pouted and sighed loudly and dramatically to get your attention

"My hair is gonna get all wet, it takes so much time to do twintails"

"......you......do your hair?"

"Obviously, you think it just spawns like this?"

"....kinda....you can magical girl transform but automatically doing your hair is out of your powers?"

"Even someone super powerful as me can't do everything y'know?"

"......sure, then why do you always have the same hairstyle?"

"Cause my hair is so long if I let it down its gonna go all the way to my legs"

"Ah I get it......now I kinda wanna see you with your hair down"

Shinigami put her hand on her head dramatically and started floating in the air even more

"Well you will soon if this rain keeps running it, ah! If only I had brought an umbrella"

You raised your head and looked at her weirdly

".......shini.....You're an incorprial being.....you can't get wet"

".............so?"

"So what?"

"Come on master! Do I have to spell it out for you? Just share that umbrella with me!"

"Why? The rain can't hit you"

"Cause it's romantic! Don't you see all the couples doing it? Or is it that you don't love me enough huh?

You looked around to see that there were indeed a lot of couples sharing umbrellas, so you sighed and raised your own so she could stand under it, which she did

"Thank youuuuu, I knew you still loved loved me master"

"At least don't float, you're already super tall and I don't want my arm to hurt later"

"Okaayyy~

She stopped floating and sat on the bench, she then started staring at you while smirking

"......what is it?"

"I dunno, just being here, with the rain, under one umbrella, it's such a romantic moment isn't it?"

"I.....guess"

Without saying another word she moved closer and kissed you passionately in the lips

"How about now?~"

".......why do you have to be such a good kisser?"

"Cause I'm good at everything"

"Except doing your hair it seems"

"H-hey! Come on master"

Halara nightmare

You and halara walked hand in hand outside of the casino you spent most of the afternoon in.

Once your partner closed the door behind them, they took out a stack of cash they had just won and started counting all the money while you took out your umbrella

"49....50...ok it should be everything, where do you wanna go now? I can buy you something if you'd like"

"I'd rather go back to the agency, I'm kinda tired now"

"Tired? Didn't you spend the entire day on my lap while I gambled?"

You blushed and tried to look away

"You told me I'd get bored just standing around.....and everyone looked at me weird"

"Calm down I'm just kidding, plus I think they regretted those stares now that I'm using their money to spoil you"

"Eh, that's true"

"OK let's go back then"

Halara put their hood on and started walking in the rain, but you quickly put the umbrella over their head, making them look at you confused

"You can keep the umbrella to yourself i already have the hood on"

"But then your clothes are gonna get wet"

"Baby, I go out in the rain in these clothes every day, I'll be fine"

"Just let me help please, you always do stuff for me I just wanna do this simple thing"

Halara looked surprised for a bit before smiling

"You're such a gentleman"

"It's just cause I love you a lot"

"Me too"

"Oh and before you say anything don't even think about paying me for this, it comes with being my lover packet"

"Alright, Alright but don't be surprised if that new game you wanted appears on your bed, that's not paying you am I right?"

"I know arguing on this isn't going to change your mind so I'll just accept it"

"Smart choice"

Fubuki clockford

You looked back at your phone one last time and sighed again the last message from fubuki was still a "I'm fully ready now I'll be there soon😊🥰👍" sent at least 30 minutes ago

A walk from the agency to the café you decided to have your date in was about 10 minutes and even if she had stopped to help a stray cat or an old person cross the street like she often did that would have taken 15 minutes at the max so your detective brain couldn't help but get worried and start thinking about every possible scenario that led to her being late

"Where is she now? Did she get lost again? But she would have texted me if she did, maybe the chief asked her to help on a case before she left? But he knew we had a date planned"

You continued thinking and sighed once you understood you couldn't come up with any believable reasons

"I should probably head back and check on her"

Just as you took your umbrella and were about to get up from your seat you heard a familiar voice yell your name

"W-wait y/n, I'm here"

You looked towards the voice and saw fubuki was there......with her hair and clothes completely soaked and panting as if she had just ran a marathon

"I am truly sorry for my lateness, I lost track of time,I....know how ironic that is, I hope you can forgive me"

"O-oh no its totally fine.....b-but why are you so wet? Did you not bring your umbrella?"

"I thought my hood would be enough but it seems the rain was particularly bad today"

"Oh I see"

"But don't worry, I can just turn back time to before I got out of the house and grab the umbrella"

"No please, I know how worn out you get after using your Forte. You already look so tired I wouldn't want to tire you out even more. We'll just share an umbrella to get back and.....I'll buy you some new clothes"

"S-share an umbrella? Oh yes I've heard of that, when a boy and girl share an umbrella that means they care about each other very much right?"

".....most of the time.....fubuki we're dating of course I care about you a lot"

Fubuki blushed and ran a hand through her wet blue hair

"Y-yes I suppose so, I apologize"

"There's no need to apologize, now just sit here, thankfully they have umbrellas on the tables, I ordered your favorite"

Fubuki got starry eyed and sat next to you

"Really? Oh thank you so much y/n, you are truly wonderful"

"You too buki, you too"

Martina electro

The moment you walked outside of your work building, even before you could start thinking about putting your hood up you felt that no raindrops were hitting your head so you opened your eyes to see Martina next to you holding an umbrella to cover your heads

"Oh hello miss vice director, any reason you're accompanying me home today?"

Martina adjusted her glasses and sighed

"You know you can drop the act with me y/n"

"Sorry, you're just so serious even outside of work, not that I mind, it's what makes you look sexy"

She started glaring at you and you got a bit scared at that

"I was joking, plus it was a compliment"

"I suppose.....well anyway what did I tell you about going out around without an umbrella, you're going to get sick"

"Oh yeah about that....I....couldn't find it"

You felt your girlfriend glare at you even more and get angrier

"Really? It's in the stand near the door, as always"

".....sorry"

She sighed but got closer, almost side hugging you

"It's alright just don't do that again ok dear?"

"Definitely, even though I wouldn't mind if it means I get to share an umbrella with you"

Her glare got even sharper and her tone more threatening

".......y/n....."

"Sorry, just kidding, I'll definitely remember next time"

"I'll hold that to you, now let's go back home, it's already late"

You nodded and started holding martina's hand and kissed her cheek as thanks causing her to blush a bit but hold onto you even tighter while walking together

Guillaume hall

You had nothing to do but wait for guillaume to come pick you up for your date so you just started scrolling through your phone making sure to cover it with the umbrella to not get it wet

"Woooh! Look at that super hot guy over here! He must be taken by a really hot and lucky girl~"

You looked up from the phone to see guillaume grinning at you with her beautiful and sharp teeth

"Oh hey babe, I'm glad you could make it"

"Obviously, you think I'd let anything get in the way of a date with you? Not even some boring peacekeepers meeting"

She practically jumped on you and hugged you tightly, making you notice her clothes were wet for some reason

"Sooooo what should we do today? I got lots of ideas but I'm willing to let you decide if you wanna, ohhhh I should have checked the tarots for advice, silly me"

"Before that, why are you covered in water? Did you not bring your umbrella?"

"Oh yeah about that, my horoscope said that if I didn't bring my umbrella when I go out something really romantic would happen, aaaaaand since I had to go on a date with you I thought it had to come true"

".....that was.....a very specific horoscope"

"Eh, I've had more specific ones, now come on let's go, I can't wait for that really romantic moment"

"Wait I can't let you get even wetter, at least get under an umbrella"

"....wait.....so that means....you and I.....are sharing an umbrella?"

"Y-yeah is there an issue with-"

"Kyaaaah that's so so so romantic, you and I holding onto each other under one umbrella with the rain pouring in around us...that's so sweet and romantic and perfect, oh my fortune telling was right as always"

".....sure, just get here"

"Of course love"

Guillaume hugged you again and put her head on your shoulder while smiling brightly

"Just make sure you hold that umbrella over both of us for the entire day, it's so cute like this okay? Okay~!"

"Yeah I was going to do it anyway"

Iruka

*Bang*

One last bullet hit the wooden target straight in the head as iruka looked at it proudly before turning to you

"So.....how was I?"

"You were great ruka, I think you did even more headshots than last time"

"I don't know.....I don't keep count....but thank you....having you here is nice"

"Don't mention it, you know I love watching you practice"

Hearing that iruka's face darkened and she grinned entering her more.....unhinged personality

"Oh yes, my love watching massacre those targets like I'd do to anyone who hurts him, how perfect! I'm glad you like it darling"

"...o-ok anyway, are you ready to go?"

"Yes, let's go"

Iruka put on her hood and you opened your umbrella, putting it over her when you realized she didn't have one

"Hm?"

"What? Something wrong?"

"No it's just......"

Suddenly iruka grabbed the umbrella you were holding and tore it out of your hands, before putting it in basically the same position it was in before

".....I could have....held the umbrella"

"You're the one without an hood, you need to be protected"

"......from the rain?"

"Yes"

Arguing with her would have been pointless, so you just stood closer to her under the umbrella as she held onto you tighter and tighter

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah, you're strong but it's nothing that hurts me"

"Good, if it starts to hurt tell me"

"Yeah don't worry"

"And if the rain hits you tell me too"

"Hehe, sure, what are you gonna do? Shoot the clouds?"

"..............."

"Oh my God ruka did you actually think about doing that"

[angeliteeyes]

More more with the Herta puppets. So I'm not sure I'd you know, but the trailblazer has actually, for some reason, picked up a Herta doll and tried to run away with it. And Madam herta was st first indignant about it but relented outta curiosity 10% and cause of the help with the simulated universe( if you haven't seen it, you can find it on hoyolab ir reddit). The thing is, Oni S/O is 100%, NOT cool with it. The herta puppets may find them annoying, sure, and its not even sure why, but it also sent a distress signal to them. So Oni S/O went Papa Wolf/Mama bear/Protective sibling, and the Trailblazer may now treat Sparkle with far more caution if her illusions can also do the same messed type of stuff Oni S/O's can. On another note, the Herta puppets are now tsundere like towards the Oni S/O, and you may or may not always see at least one puppet walking alongside them

Hehehe... I'm back on the Herta train y'all

(¬ ͜ ͡¬) feels good to come back to this series. Expect a lot of overdramatic jellyfish Herta, along with perhaps the most adorable puppet of all... popipo...

The Herta x Oni Reader - Puppet Rescue!!!

-> Masterlist with all Herta x Oni works

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Ah, home sweet home. Admittedly, it kind of hurt your pride that Mei forced you to leave her behind in Penacony... but no worries! As long as you have your precious puppets to mess around with, you can wait. Especially now that you're heading over to see your favorite of them all (don't tell the others that, though).

Puppet #39. Despite how many people think of the several, similarly designed puppets as carbon copies, you've found that they're actually quite unique from one another. This one, for example, has a strange fascination with some digital idol she'd somehow managed to discover—what was their name again... Natsume Miki? No, last time you said that, 39 got really mad at you and stormed off, so probably not it. Well, whatever. You'll just ask them again once you find them.

So... where in the station did they head off to? You run around and around, calling out their name, yet to no avail. Strange, since you've always known them to remain in one room every single day, likely since it's the only one with a music player. Confused, you head over to your and Herta's—the real one's—room.

"Hertaaaaa, I'm home! Ya miss me?" You burst into the room, nearly stumbling to the ground from your speed and joy at the sight of your lover. She looks up at you, sprawled upside down from the side of your bed. For some reason, her face is fixed into a frown, or maybe more of a pout, as she begins to speak.

"Oh, so you finally remember your beloved life partner now that you've wasted twenty minutes running around like a stray dog? I offer you the chance of a lifetime to reunite with your long-lost sibling, and this is how you repay me? Hmph. Honestly, I should sign you up for some lessons in manners." Herta crosses her arms over her chest and turns away indignantly.

"Heh, sorry... I meant to come back sooner, it's just that I couldn't find 39 anywhere. Is she under maintenance or something?"

For a few seconds, she doesn't even speak. Not with her lips, at least; instead, her face does all the work as she turns back toward you with an agape mouth and stunned eyes.

"You can't be serious. You return to my space station—my space station—and you don't even come to see me first? Unbelievable! You're so... ugh, whatever. 39's not here, sorry to disappoint you."

You tilt your head to the side. "Not here?"

"The trailblazer seems to have taken a liking to them as well. They've been rather helpful, so I acquiesced and let them take her back aboard." She stares straight at you with an accusatory glare. "What, are you going to run off again? Don't expect me to let you back in if you do."

Jeez, you knew she had a jealous streak in her, but to this degree? If you go out and get 39 back, she might just actually kick you out for a while. Still... you close your eyes for a moment to ponder. Does she even want to come back in the first place? What if she's happier there, cruising across the vast landscapes of the universe? You pause to give your intuition its chance to weigh in. Right now, they're probably thinking...

[Help me.]

A voice rings through your head, and not your own. With a rush, you realize exactly who it belongs to: 39 herself. Huh, guess that answers your questions. With determination, you open your eyes and meet Herta's.

"I have to save her."

"Wha—Hey!" Before Herta can finish her angry shouting, you burst into a sprint towards the space station's exit. C'mon, you can't just let the poor puppet suffer. What kind of oni would you be if you didn't use your powers for the sake of protecting those you love? Speaking of powers...

You pull out your phone.

"Sparkle, you busy?"

If you had to pick the greatest perk of being a Masked Fool, having such a mischievous friend as Sparkle would easily be your answer. Not only do you get an awful lot of laughs, but she's also surprisingly dependable; that is, she's always willing to lend you a hand whenever you describe a task using words such as "fun" or "interesting". Today is no exception. As you go into details about your plan to steal 39 back, a hearty laughter rings out from your device.

"An opportunity to mess with the Nameless, huh? Oh, I can already imagine their shocked faces when they find out... hehe. Count me in."

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The Astral Express is known to be welcome to just about any and all visitors. Whether it's for short trips or those who wish to stay for the long haul, the train is so much more than just a machine; it's a home to countless of travelers. Puppet #39, though, doesn't quite see it this same way.

"This place sucks. I want to go back home." She glares up at the Trailblazer, who she now sees as her arch nemesis for taking her away from her precious music player. Said nemesis awkwardly places their hand on the back of their head.

"C'mon, it's not that bad here, is it?"

"It is. And you're weird. Bring me back to the station now."

It took everything in your power not to burst out into tearful laughter at the glorious scene your ears are bearing witness to. It's nice to know that 39's blunt word choices weren't just limited to you, at least. Unfortunately, though, making that much noise would definitely blow your cover. As you wait for the right moment to strike, their one-sided bickering session continues on. For what seems like ages, 39 drones on with complaints with her signature monotone voicebox while the other struggles to appease her. Seriously, what's taking her so long to—

"Heyyyyy! Open up already, I have something to show you!" A certain loud-mouthed girl begins to bang on their door, putting an end to their little spat. You hold your breath and curl tighter into your hiding spot. Meanwhile, the Trailblazer peeks out of their door. A confused expression marks their face.

"March? What's going on?" Instead of responding with words, she instead opts to tug at their raised hand, a motion that pulls their whole body out into the open. The lady smirks down at them as they rapidly try to regain their balance before continuing to drag them along like a poor ragdoll. Well, calling them "poor" is a bit generous, seeing how they stole your precious companion... Still, you watch intently as the two scurry off into the opposite direction. You pay even more attention to the girl's grinning mouth.

"Your turn."

Perfect. Looks like the first half of your plan worked out, now just the hard part: actually getting 39 to leave with you. Who knows how much trouble that little runt's going to cause, though. Seriously... if they weren't so entertaining, you'd probably still be at the station. You sigh. It's hard work being such a kind, considerate person. But of course, since you're the greatest oni anyway, this is a piece of cake.

Step. Step. Step. Slowly but surely, you make your way over to the ajar bedroom door and creak it open. In front of you remains the still extremely bitter (but adorable) 39, facing away from you. You hear her huff.

"I refuse to stay here."

"Then come with me, silly."

It takes a little while for your words to process in her cute puppet head, but when they do, she practically jumps out of her metal skin. She turns to face you with an unreadable expression. You start to shift your legs back and forth under her gaze. Maybe you were right earlier to think that she wouldn't come with you. Sure, she's been whining at them nonstop, but it's not like she didn't do the same exact thing with you back home. Maybe—

A sudden clash startles you out of your thoughts. Clutching onto you tightly, you realize, is none other than the very puppet that always claims to despise you. Yet here she is, burying herself into you quietly. Seriously, what a cutie pie. No wonder she was your favorite.

"...You're better than that weirdo, I guess. Let's go."

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Surprisingly, Herta didn't seem to make good on their prior threat. Y'know, the one to lock you out and all. Still, as you walk in hand in hand with 39, you catch the way she glares at your intertwined fingers, and a chill runs down your spine. There's no way she's not giving you crap for this later, probably for the rest of your life.

And now she's walking away without a word towards your shared room. You apologize to 39 before hurrying to catch up with Herta's quick strides. You can already feel the anger seeping out of her (as well as hear it with how loudly she's stomping) but push on anyway. She silently makes her way into said room and you, despite the tension, trail in from behind.

"Hey, Herta... you still mad at me?" You try to break the tension with a lighter tone, yet regret it once she gifts you a scornful scowl.

"Wrong. Try again."

You think. "Um... I'm sorry?" Her expression grows even more disdainful and frustrated.

"Closer, but that's not what I'm looking for."

As you examine her more extensively, you notice a deeper emotion beyond just petty anger. It's hidden pretty well, yet the sweat droplet rolling down her skin plus her eyes darting from side to side tell you the truth about what she's feeling. With an exhale, you finally find the right words to soothe her worries.

"I missed you, Herta."

She doesn't express it verbally, but a weight visibly lifts off her body once you utter those words. You smile. For someone so renowned for her intelligence, she sure can be childish sometimes. But that's not an issue; after all, you're hardly any better.

"Well obviously you would miss me! Anyone whose eyes have been blessed with my beauty would feel the same way. It's only natural." Her signature grandiose tone kicks back into gear, much to your delight. She's a lot cuter this way.

"Right, right. Can we go to bed now? I'm sleepy." With a bright grin, she agrees and you two make yourselves comfy within the pink sheets of your bed. You decide that you won't tease her about her extra-tight grip on your form... at least, not until tomorrow morning.

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A knocking sound at your bedroom door reverberates and stirs you out of your sleep. Curious and confused, you make your way over to the door, opening it to find...

"39?" You stare at her, perplexed. What could she possibly want this early in the morning? From the uncharacteristic twiddling of her fingers, she seems to be having trouble communicating her thoughts. Funny, considering how she normally treats you.

"You. Come with me." Refusing to elaborate, she drags you across the station's halls into her favorite room. Placed within it are her music player, a chair, and a new, full-length mirror. It's only when you two reach her seat that she lets go of your wrist and plops herself down. Then, she points to a set of colorful hair ties.

"Make me have pigtails." Despite her demanding words, her robotic cheeks flush with a color you didn't know they were capable of being. Vaguely, you start to recall her beloved idol and her hairstyle. With a gasp, you raise your voice.

"Don't tell me, are you trying to have the same hairstyle as that Natsume Miki girl?!"

"That's not her name!"

Unbeknownst to you, a collection of other puppets linger at the door. They totally aren't listening in on you or anything! They're just... curious, that's all. Yeah. Who would be jealous of 39 for getting to have you play with their hair? Certainly not them! That's what they'll say to themselves and anyone who asks, at least, as they stick to your side like glue the following day.

You try not to act too smug the first time one of them not-so-subtly complains about a nonexistent tangle. Who says you can't have more than one favorite?

[numberonetacostan]

I know your trophy knowledge might not be too sharp but I do wonder if you have any specific thoughts or even headcanons about him ! ❤️

Hi Mirelly!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your request!! :] Of course I can cook you up some headcanons for your guy! I like to think I have at least an okay grasp on all of the main ii cast members' characters [Contestants + Mephone4 + Assistants + Cobs] :) I may not know the common headcanons for them, though, so please forgive me if any of these end up being basic!

Ask and you shall receive, Trophy headcanons!

FINALLY I'VE HAD HIS ONE FOR AGES AND NEVER HAD A TIME TO SHARE IT. Are you familiar with the movie Ratatouille? How the little rat fellow sits on the man's head and pilots him around? I like to think that Blueberry does the exact same thing with Trophy. He cozies himself up in Trophy's head (where we have been told during some stream, I don't recall which nor who said it unfortunately, that he fits perfectly inside), and grabs on to his handles, and steers Trophy towards wherever he wants to go. It's not quite as graceful as in the movie, since Trophy is not a willing participant in this, but I'd imagine it being quite difficult for him to get anything out of his head, much less an object who very much does not want to leave.

Hmm, fuck it, Trophy is one of those people who adds a ton of dryer sheets to his laundry. A ton. I'd say a scent like sandalwood specifically, something generally seen as more masculine. So, since his clothing all smells strongly of sandalwood, so does he, all the time. So much so that it can trigger Tissues' allergies, on worse days. This may even start because in the beginning he, like a proper jock with not quite enough self awareness (he would be 0 months old so cant expect much), uses exorbitant amounts of axe body spray, and smells awful all the time. If you'd like, Paper telling him his body spray is a bit too strong could be what starts his shift to many many dryer sheets and 0 body spray. Others have told him before, he just didn't care coming from them.

Let's all hope that Trophy never ever sees nor even hears about the popularity poll that decided on the iii returning cast members, because he would be pissed. Only 250 votes? He got less votes than Box? Less votes than two objects who had intentionally quit the game? He would both complain about the votes being rigged and brag about being above anyone he beat, while internally feeling quite bad about it.

I think Trophy would watch anime. Particularly sports anime, and not because he's a trophy and is athletic, but because that's where his idols are. His influences. He wants to be cool and sporty and masculine, and you can find guys like that in pretty much every sports anime. That's why he pulls things like saying 'pUH' at Knife, he's learned from dubbed anime. This may or may not have been an important factor in the start of his homoerotic tendencies as well, since as far as I know sports animes also have a lot of that.

I'm sure it's a relatively common headcanon for his favourite flavour to be banana, but I would like to raise the idea of him fucking so hard with banana bread. He's a little loaf eating freak /ref. If anyone bakes banana bread it's gone within a half hour. He does not ask to have any or to eat it he just unhinges his jaw and swallows it whole. His favourite food. He'd probably end up learning to bake it on his own (likely in secret) so he can be a little loaf eating freak more frequently, since others would stop making it once they resign themselves to never getting to taste it.

[interestingplan]

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warnings - 18+ smut, thigh riding, reader has anxiety and nightmares, soft! joel, fluff, season 1 joel, no ellie, emotional, age gap (reader in mid 20s), pre established relationship,

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while trying to sleep, nightmares have been plaguing your dreams. trying to calm yourself down, you find yourself going to joel for help.

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Trying to get yourself to sleep has become an absolute impossible task. It has gotten to the point in which you don't even want to sleep at all. Finding yourself tossing and turning in your sleeping bag almost every night with little to no sleep. Since the world has changed, you've changed and it hasn't helped. Living in constant fear of endangerment has made your nervous system maxed out. Anxiety gripping and straining your lungs, making your words feel unsure and hesitant. You've always had bad anxiety and now with the way the world was, it wasn't helping. However one person has helped you unintentionally, it was Joel.

Joel found you a while back when things first started to get bad. He found you screaming for your life before saving you. Now both of you have been trying to navigate this world together as Joel tries to find his brother. You've always been so thankful for Joel, he practically saved you. He's made you feel more safe and secure in this new unsteady world, which has helped you immensely. Even with him being with you, it didn't help that your feelings felt strongly for Joel. You would get mad at yourself at times for finding him attractive, hell he was handsome for his age. But it made you feel torn, he was much older than you and it felt impossible. Sometimes you would hold his gaze for a little longer, or even wanting to feel the touch of his hands. But those things felt impossible and out of reach for you. You didn't want to ruin something that you already had with him. Plus, you also didn't want to worsen your anxiety if you did loose him.

The night air was cool and bitter, stinging at your skin. Joel had found a spot just beyond a forest to setup camp for the night. You already dreaded the anticipation of trying to sleep as you knew you wouldn't be able to. While walking over to the small area, Joel settles his pack down. You do the same and start to retrieve some of the items from your bag, including your sleeping bag.

"M' grab some wood over there." Joel says with his southern drawl.

You nod as you continue to unpack your things from your bag.

Joel comes back and starts to set up the fire, trying to keep you both warm for the night. You sit on a small log right beside him as he finally gets the fire going.

"There we go. M'uch better than sitting here freezing our asses off." Joel retorts

You exhale with a sigh and shake your head slightly, resting your head on the palms of your hands. Joel notices your contempt's and tries to look into your eyes, as you stare into the fire.

"Is everything okay darlin'?"

You look back over at Joel to see him trying to hold your gaze. Nodding lightly, you look back into the fire.

"Yeah.. just sleeps been a big issue lately." you retort

"Hell, I know how that feels." Joel snickers

Joel looks at you once again seeing that there's something much more than just the issue of sleep on your mind. You look back at him and look into his dark brown eyes, seeing a hint of warmth in his lingering gaze. Joel's facial expressions soften at the way you where looking back at him. He turns back quickly to look into the hearth of the fire.

"Is there somethin' else" Joel asks

Looking back into the fire along with Joel, you sigh for a moment before speaking about your troubling dreams.

"Well yeah, I've been having more frequent nightmares than beforehand and I'm not sure why.." you state while still looking into the burning fire.

Joel looks back at you once again trying to find your eyes. His face worried with concern. Some days Joel could see the tiredness in your gaze, but you never mentioned it until now. Your eyes would appear more dark and sunken at times, along with frequent yawns. He could see how tired you would get at times which is why he would always try to take first watch if possible to let you sleep. But this time was different, he could see the pure sleepiness on your face and it wasn't hiding. Joel began to fiddle with his fingers thinking of something or someway to help you calm your sleep terrors. He turns away back at the fire once more.

"M'aybe if we put our sleeping bags closer together. I know I usually put mine far away but, we can put them closer if ya wish" Joel retorts

You look back at him for a second a bit taken aback by his statement. You felt surprised by his offer of moving his sleeping bag closer to yours. Joel would always keep his things farther away from yours making sure to give you space. You had no idea how much Joel did deeply care about you especially after saving your life. Joel would always try to do small things for you but never wanted to invade your space as he didn't want to cross any lines with you because of his emotions. But deep down, Joel really did care and love you. It was hard for him to express this as he was unsure of your feelings for him. But sometimes you would notice him staring at you for a little longer or the way you two would walk besides each other.

You smiled softly at Joel's offer and nod at his question.

"That's fine by me Joel."

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The air had finally gotten cooler as night time finally was here. Joel had moved his sleeping bag much more closer to yours, very close in fact. Joel started to get into his sleeping bag as you tried to settle yourself down and get comfortable for the night. Rolling over you look at him as he was looking back at you, his eyes looked hazy and sleepy.

"G'night darlin" Joel's southern drawl hangs before falling asleep

"Goodnight Joel" you say sleepily

You do admit, it feels much more safer having Joel sleeping much more closely by your side. With his safety you finally found yourself falling asleep.

Running through the main streets of your old city, you felt your breath leaving your body. Unsure of where to hide and go, feeling yourself trapped in a box. You run into one of the small gas stations near your former house closing the door behind you just before a clicker got inside. Racing to the back of the store, you where halted by the clicker slamming your body to the floor. Trying to fight off the clicker your body starts to tremble as you cry and scream for your life.

You wake up with a sudden jolt as your breath became very erratic. Putting your hand over your heart you tried to calm yourself down from the nightmare you just experience. Even just trying to get one night's rest has been an absolute problem and you just didn't want to deal with it anymore. Feeling yourself becoming a bit more steady, you start to well up with tears. Joel hears your tears and breathing as he wakes up suddenly and hears your cries. He get's up and out of his sleeping bag and goes over to yours.

"Hey hey.. darlin' what's wrong?" Joel coos

You take a second to calm yourself down trying to catch your shaky breaths.

"Another nightmare..." you replied back shaky

Joel looks at you with a tender expression, trying to think of something to help. He thinks of an idea but is unsure of your response.

"Do you want me to stay in the sleeping bag with you?" Joel asks his expression still soft and tender.

At this point, you just needed something to take your mind off of your dreams and help you sleep. You nod at Joel's response as you move over to let him get into your sleeping bag. Joel get's in and immediately settles you down by taking you into his arms. Both of you lying down in the sleeping bag together. Joel wraps his arms around you holding you close to his chest. You embrace his warmness, the sent of pine and oak radiating from him. Joel rubs his arms up and down your back holding you closely to him trying to ease the fever dream.

"S' gonna be alright" Joel says softly.

In that moment, you felt so safe and so sound underneath his arms. You didn't want to admit but you really liked Joel holding you like this. You began to feel your heart racing, that nervous feeling coming back to you. Joel looks down at you, trying to find your eyes. Joel was trying so hard not wanting to do more for you in that moment. He could feel your nervousness and tense feelings after having that dream, he wanted to do so much more for you. Looking up at him, you finally catch his gaze as you two both stared intensely into eachothers eyes. Joel was still holding you close, moving his hands down to your hips tenderly. You unconsciously moved your head a little bit closer to his almost as if you where grazing his lips. Joel noticed this and moved his head closer to yours. In this moment, you two where just inches from each other's lips. There was so much hesitation found in Joel, he didn't know what to do in that moment. Your breath was starting to hitch, feeling his hands over your hips tenderly grazing over them. Joel moved one hand to gently cup your cheek, as he reaches in to kiss you gently.

After so much hesitation, Joel finally kissed you in that moment. You felt a bit surprised but leaned into his lips embracing the tender touch. Joel continued to kiss you gently as you moved your hands to his chest. Joels grib became a bit tighter on your hips moving you even closer to him. At this point you where practically straddling his right thigh while you wrapped your left leg around his waist. Joel pulls away from the kiss for a brief moment.

"Darlin.. what do you need from me right now..?" Joel asks softly.

You where already straddling his right thigh while both of you where entangled in the tight sleeping bag. The space starting to become a bit claustrophobic for you. Staring at him gently, there was a little hint of darkness in his eyes. But tenderness still resided in his gaze towards you. You look away for a moment before being pulled back into his gaze. You've always had some fantasies about being with Joel like this, although nothing really super intimate as this.

"I think.. I want to sit up for a moment.." you say

Joel looks a bit confused as he readjusts himself to sit up in the tight setting. You sit yourself up as well as you find his gaze once again. Readjusting yourself, you climb ontop of his lap straddling his right thigh once again. Joel looked down briefly then realized what it was that you wanted. He moved his hands towards your waist, pulling you more towards his embrace. Looking up at the way you where straddling him, he started to feel hard. He didn't want to cross any lines with you previously, but you clearly felt a certain way about him that he couldn't help. Joel got closer to your face and whispered very softly and tenderly.

"You wanna' ride my thigh?" Joel asked his gaze darker than before

You felt yourself heat up even more than before as you didn't know what to say to his words. Not saying a word you nod as you began to slowly grind into his right thigh. You had to readjust yourself, trying to find that right spot that felt good. Joel held you closer to him, his right hand holding your back. His left hand holding onto your hip helping you steadily. You began to grind into his tigh, feeling a wave of pleasure surge though you. Feeling the pleasure you began to moan and mumble under his touch. Joel was holding you so tightly and closely that it turned you on even more. Joel never left your gaze, still looking into your eyes as he began to groan himself. Joel started to place gentle kisses down your neck, as he assisted with your grinding. Joel readjusted his thigh helping you to grind even deeper into him and his touch. You held onto his shoulders trying to steady yourself from the pleasure. Your moans began to get a little bit louder with each grind hitting that spot that sends waves of pleasure through your system. In that moment, the world didn't exist besides Joel and you together. Joel started to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, sending more feelings into your heart.

"Your doing so well darlin', keeping grinding into me just like that" Joel groans into your ear

Your pace became a bit faster as your breath hitched more and more. Joels embrace still making you feel safe and secure in his arms. Joel helped you a little more as he readjusted his thigh again helping you to deepen the pleasure. Joels moans became louder along with your's. You feel your high coming to a climax as you knew you where going to cum. Joel looks deeply into your eyes again as he kisses you once again, this time more passionately.

"Cum for me sweetheart'" Joel said breathy

You finally came as you felt yourself pooling in pleasure. Resting your head on his shoulder as he held onto you and let you settle down from your high. He pulled back to look at your face as you looked back into his eyes.

"Thank you Joel.. for always keeping me safe.." you say softly to him

"I just wanna be gentle with you.. take care of you.. love you.." Joel confesses to you.

Joel brings you back down into the sleeping bag as he wraps his arms around you. Keeping you close to his embrace, you felt his security and warmness become a fabric of your being. Finally after having that horrible dream, you fell gently into the arms of someone who wanted to keep you safe. That man was Joel Miller.