#have fun. get it out of my system. you know.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look, Don't Touch 2

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, stalking, breaking and entering, possible blood and violence, and femcel energy. Tags are not exhaustive and more may be added as the series progresses.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get bored of watching and that makes you careless. (dark!reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: Well, well, well, if it isn’t another bad decision.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like snakes love Woody’s boots. Take care. 💖

Your hands are bound behind you, the belt looped through the bars of the wooden chair. Your stomach bubbles uneasily as you watch Bucky paw through your bag. This isn’t happening. How the fuck did you get here? He wasn’t supposed to show up! 

He throws your bag down as he holds your phone. He nears and turns the screen to face you. He waits and checks it. You don’t use facial recognition, the piece of shit’s too cheap to have that feature. He sighs. 

“What’s your code?” he asks. 

“Fuck off,” you snarl. 

His gloved hand balls and he grits his teeth, “don’t make this–” 

You kick out and your heel meets his crotch, his legs folding as he slips to one knee. He inhales with a gristle as he grips his thigh, barely keeping a hold on your phone. He clears his throat and stands. He slams the phone on the table and stomps out. 

You laugh but not for long. He’s back with duct tape. He tapes your legs to the chair and winds several layers around your waist. You shake your head and curl your lip. 

“Look, dude, it’s really not that deep,” you say, “it’s a grift. I squat. Just when people are out of town. I don’t take nothing and I leave everything as it was–” 

“You’re lying,” he taps your phone as he frowns, “and you can keep playing wise but I will figure you out.” He grins, “bingo.” 

He waves your phone, your wallpaper confirming it’s unlocked. You roll your eyes. 

“You should call the police,” you say. 

“So you can lie your way out of this? No thanks,” he swipes as he puts his hand on his hip and turns away. He stops pacing and brings the phone closer to his face. He grimaces, “you're a sick bitch, aren’t you?” 

He tuts and shows you the image of Steve fucking his one night stand. You laugh. “Me? What about your friend?” 

“I’d say the fact you recorded it is a lot more fucked up than him having a bit of fun,” he snorts, “you’re sly. I saw your equipment.” 

“Thanks,” you say smartly. 

“You’re not making this easy on yourself,” he says. 

“Well, you got your evidence so… police?” you divert. 

“You know what the police do to stalkers? Nothing,” he sneers. 

“Stalker? I told you, I’m a squatter–” 

“Enough with that,” he points at you sharply and goes back to scrolling, “hmm,” he hums then says your name aloud, grinning up at you. 

“So.. if no cops, what are you going to do?” you finally let yourself ask. 

“I know how to handle things internally,” he says, “so don’t you worry.” 

“Are you going to call Steve?” 

“Steve?” he scoffs, “you speak as if you know him. You don’t know shit. And no, got a lot more things more important than you.” He runs his gloved fingers over his stubble as the dimple in his chin deepens, “I gotta do some running around.” 

“I thought you were here to water the plants,” you taunt. 

“The ferns can wait,” he says, “you just sit pretty and I’ll be back soon.” 

He tucks your phone in his jacket and grabs his keys from where he dropped them on the table. He disappears into the hall and you heave. Well, what the fuck do you do now? 

The door snaps shut, the beep of the security system follows, and you’re left in silence. You look around the open dining room, the kitchen visible just through the next doorway. You pull at your hands, the belt digging into your wrists. You wriggle, the chair wobbling, as you try to twist your ankles free. 

You grunt in frustration as helplessness floods your chest. The chair tilts forward and you panic, swing back too hard and tip it over completely. Your head hits the floor above the back and it leaves you dizzy as you blink away stars. 

“Shittttttt!” you yell at the ceiling. 

📷

Bucky finds you on the floor. He does nothing to help as you crane to watch him. He puts down a black bag before he nears. He stands by the legs of the chair and kicks the bottom of the seat with his boot. 

“Bored?” he teases, “restless, maybe?” 

“I need to piss,” you huff, not a full out lie. 

“You can wait,” he leaves you there and you listen to his footfalls in dread. The whisper of the zipper as he stops. The rustle of unseen objects, pages flipping as his sole squeaks. 

‘I saw him again today,’ Bucky begins, ‘but he didn’t see me. He never does. I wonder how. Maybe I’m just that invisible.  

But I see him. I see everything he does. Even when he’s not there, I can’t stop. I think about him all the time. Sometimes I pretend my toys are him. Touching me, though I know he never will–” 

“Stop,” you growl, “now.” 

‘It used to be that I’d imagine anyone. Any man touching me, but now the thought of anyone else disgusts me.’ 

You’re quiet, humiliated. More angry than anything. You want to strangle him. You want to smack the smug look off your face you imagine in tandem with his mocking tone.  

“Stop,” you say again, “you think I don’t know what I am. Obviously, I know. I’m stupid enough to write it down.” 

He laughs and you hear the journal hit the table. He strides around the chair and stands beside you. He watches you, squats to look you in the face. 

“No, I don’t think you realise how fucking sad you are,” he says, “how pathetic.” 

“You think you’re the first to tell me,” you sneer, “I know, asshole. But I never hurt anyone and wasn’t going to start. I just watch–” 

“Break and enter as well, huh?” He smirks, “I mean, you can tell a lot about a person by where they live. Found out a hell of a lot about you, doll.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss. 

“Small place,” he stands, “cramped. Guess a rat like you doesn’t need much. Couple packs of ramen and a bottle of vodka. I had better rations in 1944.” 

“What about Hydra? They feed you well?” you retort. He’s silent. “Hit a soft spot? I’m sure a cyborg like you didn’t need much.” 

He kicks the chair and it jolts you. It’s your turn to laugh. He puts his foot on the crossbar and swings you back up to four feet. You teeter but stay upright, chafing in your bonds. 

“You really are that stupid, aren’t you?” he chides. 

You shrug and glance at the wall, “I really do need to piss.” 

“You think you’re going to get out of this one?” he asks. 

“I just want to go to the–” 

“I’m not worried about you making a run for it, doll,” he leans against the table and slides a thumb in his pocket, “I mean, what do you think is going to happen here? You think I’m gonna give you a lecture and let you walk?” 

“Haven’t thought about it really,” you say flippantly, “guess I assumed you’d revert a little. Clean up the problem the way you used to do when you had that red star stamped on ya–” 

Suddenly, he’s in front of you. His hand is on your throat as he bends to snarl, “shut your fucking mouth or I’m gonna break it.” 

You grin as you choke down air and make a show of clamping your lips together. You raise your brows and he stiffly rescinds his hand. He rounds the chair and tears through the tape before unbuckling the belt. Your arms fall loose but he grabs you by the back of your neck, pinching so you cry out and claw at his hand. 

“I squeeze any tighter and I’ll do some real damage,” he warns as he guides you to your feet, “then you won’t be running anywhere ever again. Got it?” 

“Sure,” you grit out as pain ripples down your spine. 

He grunts and urges you into the front room and down the hall. He enters the bathroom with you and flips up the seat. He releases you and takes a step back, a hand on the counter as he stares. 

“Um, a bit of privacy?” 

“You go now or not at all,” he demands, “so…” 

You exhale sharply and turn, unbuttoning your pants as you focus on the wall. You push your jeans down and sit, a slight pause before you manage to trickle out just a little. Your bladder releases and the pressure relents, leaving you lighter but not relieved. You wipe, pull your jeans up as you stand, and flush. 

He grabs your arm and yanks you back into the hallway. His metal grip makes your muscles burn as he drags you on. You glance across the front room, the doors not that far.  

You push your toe under the carpet so it catches and you stumble, pulling him back with your unexpected falter. “Hey, stay on your f–” 

You stomp his toe and he recoils as he grunts. You spin awkwardly, barely staying up right as you scramble away. You knock over the tall vase by the doorway as you flee. He tackles you from behind and you plummet forward, hitting the floor as he lands on you. You wheeze as your ribs ache beneath his weight. 

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ heavy,” you snarl into the hardwood. 

“And you’re fucking stubborn,” he raps his knuckles on the back of your skull as he pushes off you. He plants his feet on either side of you and lifts you, both hands on your arms as he steadies you, “stupid, too.” 

You scoff as he urges you back down the hall and shoves you through to the dining room. His hand crawls up to your neck and he bends you over the table. You growl and kick out your feet as you pick at his impenetrable grip. 

“Like I said, had some running around to do,” he reaches into his bag with his free hand, “got some things to keep you in line.” 

He circles his fingers around your wrist and a metal cuff expands around it. Then he does the same to the other. He lets go of you and steps back. You straighten as he takes out his phone and taps the screen, your wrists snap together behind you, as if magnetised. You struggle as the force sets you off kilter. 

“Neat little gadget, usually reserved for sinister individuals but they’ll do for you too,” he frames your shoulders and angles you around, urging you back into the chair, “since you want to make this interesting.” 

You scowl and say nothing. He really is annoying. He goes back to his bag and reaches in again. He returns to you and secures another pair of cuffs around your ankles. You try to kick out as he does and he squeezes your leg meanly. You snarl and sit back angrily.  

He pushes a pin into each leg of the chair and stands. He picks up his phone again and your ankles attach to the wooden legs. He rounds you and parts your wrists, pulling them between the bars and letting them snap back together behind them. 

“We’re gonna be here a while and I’m not in the mood to be chasing you around,” he goes to the table and sets his phone down. 

He peels off his jacket and drapes it over another chair. He sits and retrieves the cell, his thumb moving lazily across it as he ignores you. You furrow your brow. There’s no give in the restraints. 

“Not exactly how I wanted to spend my night,” he grumbles as he smirks at you, “not that I had any plans.” 

“No plans? A gem like you? How are the girls not lining up?” you roll your eyes. 

“You’re one to talk, aren’t you?” he scoffs. 

You shrug and sit back. You’re starting to feel the toll of the night; stuck in that chair, pinned under his weight, the knock to your head. You’re tired but you can’t let him see it. 

📷

The smell of food makes your stomach growl. You can’t remember the last time you ate. It’s a bad habit. You eat only when it hurts and it fucking hurts. 

Bucky sits at the table with his paper bag and cup and eagerly peers inside. You try not to stare, instead focusing on your lap. You salivate as your guts knot with temptation. You listen to the rustle of wrappers and Bucky moans as he takes his first bite, chewing loudly. 

You exhale through tight lips. It’s deliberate, you know it. It’s his specialty, isn’t it? Torture? Cruelty? You peek up from beneath your lashes as he scarfs down a mouthful of fries. 

“Oh, you know what,” he sits back and grabs a napkin, wiping his fingertips, “I didn’t even think. I should’ve ordered you some. You must be starving.” 

“I’m fine,” you insist as you drop your gaze and your stomach rumbles loudly. 

“Sounds like it,” he slurps from his cup, “we’re all human, so if you’re hungry, all you gotta do is ask nicely–” 

“Human? You?” you look at his left arm, concealed under his henley and gloves, “sure. I told you, not hungry.” 

“Alright,” he grabs the burger and takes another sloppy bite. You turn your face away and ignore the pangs deep in your gut. “You really should consider a bit of common decency,” he says through a mouthful, “make it easy on yourself.” 

“Why’s that?” you mutter, shoulders sore from the awkward position as you try not to lean back on your arms. 

“I don’t have to be an asshole,” he says. 

“Really? You have more than one mode?” you snip. 

“What do you think’s gonna happen when Steve gets here?” he asks and shoves the last bit of his burger in his mouth. He watches you as he chews. 

“Does it matter? What I think or what happens?” you glower, staring at the faded denim of your jeans. “You saw my apartment, you think I have much to lose?” 

“You’re alive,” he ventures. 

“If that’s what you call it,” you laugh darkly, “so, that’s it? He’s gonna kill me? You lost your spine or something?” 

“You’re pretty self-aware for someone so pathetic,” he remarks as he shovels up more fries. 

“My sole virtue,” you say mockingly, “at least I know what I am.” 

“Do you? Do you really understand how fucked in the head you are?” 

“I should ask you the same,” you counter. 

He laughs and scoops up some more fries, “right, well, these next few days are going to be fun.” 

He stands and cleans up the garbage, shoving it all into the paper bag. He crumples it as he goes into the kitchen and you hear the lid of the bin as he tosses it. The light flicks off as he returns and he nears you. You sit rigidly as he grabs the back of the chair and tilts it back. 

He drags you out of the dining room and into the living room without a word. He shoves the coffee table over with his foot and puts you right in front of the couch. He lets the chair fall to four feet and strides away. 

You watch him as he makes up the couch with a sheet tucked around the cushions, a pillow against the arm, and a blanket on top. He pushes his head to one side than the other, a loud crack releases the tension. He sits and unties his boots, sliding them off as he focuses on the task. 

He strips down to his briefs and undershirt, as if you’re not even there. He settles onto the couch with a sigh, a bit too big for it but unbothered by that fact. He shifts as he plays with his phone and a voice suddenly rises from the speaker. He puts it on the back of the couch and lets it play, some narrative of a forgotten battle. He folds his arms behind his head and sighs. 

“Helps me sleep,” he smirks as he closes his eyes, “might help you too… if you can get comfortable.” 

[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly (part one)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!introverted!kook!reader

cw: swearing, very indirect subtle mention of sexual activities (no actual scenes), mention of drug usage (no actual scene)

synopsys: it's the last year of high school and y/n is paired up with rafe cameron for a 2 week project in art class. this wouldn't be a problem if y/n wasn't awkward as hell and well ... if there wasn't her big fat crush on him.

word count: 2144

a/n: i haven't written this kind of stuff since like 8th grade (i recently graduated from university sooo yeah) but i kinda felt like it now and idk. there are so many smut involved fics on here (which isn't bad, i just need more softer slow burn stuff). not saying there won't be any smut in future parts hihihihi. also i have no clue how the american school system works (i'm from europe) so pls just accept this lol. and kelce's last name is statter bc apparently it was never mentioned in the show. anyway, this is for all my introverted and overthinking girlies (who may or may not be little freaks) <3

*****

Fuck my life.

That was the only thing on your mind as Mr. Smith announced the partners for the upcoming two-week art project. In pairs, you were supposed to create a reinterpretation of the Greek gods.

The assignment wasn’t the problem. In fact, it actually sounded kind of fun. But your partner? Yeah, that was the real issue.

Fucking Rafe Cameron.

Of all the people in this class, it had to be him. You didn’t even know why he'd chosen this class. Rafe was probably the last guy you’d expect to take an art elective—well, right after Kelce Statter.

He'd probably thought it was an easy class to boost his GPA. Rookie mistake.

Okay, whatever, it was just a small project. You could handle this.

NO, YOU COULDN’T, HOLY SHIT.

The thought of working with Rafe Cameron made your skin crawl. In all your years at Kildare Academy, you'd maybe exchanged two words with him—and that was only because he'd mistaken you for another girl.

"Y/N, right?" Rafe appeared at your desk at the end of class, a bored expression on his face.

Okay, okay, just act normal. Be nice. You nodded. "Yeah."

Rafe stared at you for a moment, like he was waiting for you to say more. His eyebrows furrowed slightly before he tilted his head. "Cool, okay. Let’s just meet up during lunch break and get this over with."

Did he seriously think you could finish a two-week project in one lunch break?

When he saw the look on your face, he raised his brows in amusement, his tone teasing. "What? You too busy?"

Your cheeks heated up as you shook your head. "No, lunch sounds good."

"Okay, then let’s meet after the fifth period." Before you could ask where you should meet him, he turned around and disappeared out of the classroom.

You frowned. This was off to a great start.

Just two weeks, you reminded yourself as you slung your bag over your shoulder and headed to math class.

On the way, you unlocked your phone to text your bestie Cara:

You shoved your phone away and tried to ignore the uneasiness creeping into your stomach.

You didn’t usually have trouble talking to guys but Rafe Cameron was a whole different story. Not because he was "too cool" or some dumb shit like that.

No, Rafe was just... intimidating. Not in that bad-boy, cringe Wattpad kind of way. It was something else, something you couldn’t quite put into words.

He wasn’t arrogant—he was proud. He was loud, but not in the annoying way Kelce Statton was. He wasn’t rude—he just said whatever the hell was on his mind.

He was just ... himself. And yet, somehow he wasn't. It felt like there was a lot more going on beneath the surface.

Maybe that was what made him so interesting to you. Sure, he had a nice face and a well-known name, no doubt about that. But more than anything, you wanted to know why he was the way he was.

Was he just a blunt person who didn’t give a fuck, or was there more to him than his looks and his last name?

So yeah, maybe a part of you was curious about him. But he had such an overwhelming presence, you wouldn’t even know where to start.

In the past, he'd had a few friends-with-benefits situations, but none of them had lasted long. And that was definitely a path you didn't want to go down. Under different circumstances, maybe you could but you've never even held hands with a guy, let alone kissed one or—yeah, no, not going there.

Okay, chill. Internally, you cursed Cara for fueling your delusions.

You had more important problems at right now anyway. Like math class with Mrs. Richman. And no one could claim you were a star student in that subject.

----

The lesson dragged on, your thoughts constantly drifting. After class, you were supposed to meet Rafe.

Rafe, who had PE right now.

Shit. You tried not to think about a sweaty, heavy-breathing, and—NOPE, NOT NOW.

"Okay, that’s it for today. Don’t forget about the math test next week. But for now, go enjoy the nice weather," Mrs. Richman announced, dismissing the class.

Your hands felt clammy as you got up to leave. What the fuck is wrong with me?

You headed to the restroom and washed your hands. Why were you so nervous about spending one lunch break with Rafe Cameron? Fuck you, social anxiety.

"Everything okay?" A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. "You look kinda pale."

You turned to see the pretty face of Molly Crane. Red hair, cute freckles, and a super charming smile. She was one of the few Kooks (if any existed at all) who was genuinely nice.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah, all good. I think I just ate something bad for breakfast."

Molly didn't look convinced. "You sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"Really, thanks, Molly. I’m fine now." With an awkward smile, you excused yourself and headed out—only to realize that, well… great, you and Rafe had never picked a meeting spot.

Brrrt.

Your phone had been buzzing since math class. Of course, it had been Cara.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and texted back.

Should you really wait in front of the gym? That felt weird af. But at the same time, you didn’t want to miss him and end up having an awkward conversation about it in the next art class.

The cafeteria would've been the most obvious meeting place, but would Rafe actually look for you there?

You pressed your lips together. Fuck it.

Heart pounding, you headed toward the gym.

Good thing your body totally knew how to distinguish between social interaction and actual danger.

When you arrived, you heard muffled voices of the boys inside, along with Coach Brown’s instructions.

Just breathe, it’s just one lunch break, you told yourself. Then again, this was probably how the next two weeks were going to feel.

You held your breath as the gym doors swung open, and a crowd of sweaty—oops wrong, freshly showered—boys streamed out.

You awkwardly stepped to the side, ignoring the curious glances thrown your way.

No sign of Rafe yet. A sick feeling settled in your stomach. Even worse than being here and having to explain HOW you knew that he would be here, would be explaining why you were standing there if he didn’t actually have PE right now.

But then relief washed over you when you spotted Kelce Statter and Topper Thornton. And right behind them—Rafe Cameron.

You tightened your grip on your bag. Okay, okay, I can do this. They’ll probably say bye to Rafe and leave for lunch now.

They didn’t. Great.

When Rafe saw you, something flickered in his gaze that you didn’t want to analyze. You expected him to just walk past you but instead, he headed straight toward you—with Kelce and Topper right behind him.

Just smile. No, not like that, you probably look like a creep. Oh god, okay.

"Hey," Rafe greeted you with a slightly puzzled smile as the three of them stopped in front of you. "I didn't expect you here."

In other words: Did you stalk me or how did you know I was here?

Kelce and Topper eyed you with amusement. This is so unbelievably embarrassing.

Blushing, you pointed at the gym bag slung over his shoulder. "Well, I saw you bringing a sports bag today, and PE is usually scheduled right before lunch ... so I just assumed you’d be here."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Kelce stifling a laugh. You wanted to disappear from Earth, no from this universe. No way anyone would believe--

"Right," Rafe replied with a lopsided grin. "I would’ve just waited in the cafeteria."

So you had been right. And you could've saved yourself this painfully awkward moment. G-r-e-a-t.

"Good thinking though. The faster we get this project over with, the better."

Shit, did Rafe just compliment you? Then again, why did the last sentence sound like he didn't want to work with you?

You smiled awkwardly. "Exactly."

"You're Y/N Y/L/N, right? Your mom owns Y/L/N Yacht Sales." Topper’s voice cut in, and you were grateful for the topic change.

You nodded. "Yeah."

Was that admiration on Topper’s face?

"Ohh, a business Mommy, I like that", Kelce said, and both Topper and Rafe eyed him with shaking heads.

Topper blinked at him annoyed. "Bro, shut the fuck up for once."

Kelce just laughed.

"My dad bought a Grady-White from you guys recently," Rafe remarked, and your gaze flicked back to his blue eyes.

Jesus, he wasn’t just looking at you—he was staring into your soul. If he was always looking at girls like that you'd gladly be his friends-with-benefits-girl.

You prayed to whatever gods were listening that you didn’t blush. "I remember. A 456 Canyon."

The corner of Rafe’s mouth twitched up. "Yeah, a pretty model."

Your cheeks warmed, and either he didn’t notice, or he chose not to comment on it.

"Oh shit, that sounds like a boat party," Kelce chimed in with a grin and looked at you. "If I were you, I’d have thrown a dozen parties by now. So many possibilities…"

Rafe scoffed amused. "Good thing she isn’t, or her family would be broke by now."

You allowed yourself a small smirk.

„Hey, I’m just saying.“ Kelce raised his hands innocently.

Topper tapped him on the chest with the back of his hand. „Okay, dude, and I’m saying we’re leaving now before you say more stupid shit.“ Then he looked at you apologetically and turned his gaze to Rafe. „See you later.“

Rafe just gave him a short nod, his expression hard to read, before turning back to you with a tired smile as Kelce and Topper disappeared behind the gym. „So, you hungry?“

Why did this situation suddenly feel so… intimate? It wasn’t. Definitely not. There was absolutely no reason to feel weird about this. And yet—standing here alone with Rafe Cameron was… a lot. Maybe it was the way he looked at you—calm, focused, as if he was actually paying attention.

Or maybe it was the damn wet strands of hair falling into his forehead after his shower.

Get a grip.

You nodded quickly, trying not to overthink it. „The cafeteria has quinoa veggie bowls today. Or fries, if you’re not into influencer food.“

Oh God. Was that your attempt at being funny? Tragic.

Rafe’s lips twitched with amusement. „So, you’re assuming I don’t like quinoa bowls?“

Oh. Oh no.

Heat immediately rushed to your face, and you could feel your cheeks burning. Why the hell did you say that?

„No—I mean…“ You let out a nervous laugh, which sounded more like a weird cough. „Not that you wouldn’t like it, but you’re just more like—uh, not that I’m putting you in a box or anything, but you don’t seem like someone who… uh…“

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. „Someone who eats quinoa?“

You sighed. „Forget it. I’m just talking nonsense.“

„No, no, now I’m curious.“ His voice was amused, almost teasing. „How exactly do I seem?“

You swallowed. Shit.

„Uh…“ Your eyes flickered over him for a second—his broad shoulders, the damp strands of hair falling into his forehead, the fresh polo shirt fitting way too well against his body—oh God, wrong direction.

„I just meant…“ Maybe you should just stop talking and dig your own grave. You sighed and smiled awkwardly. „Okay, look, I'm sorry if you’re actually a secret quinoa veggie bowl advocate. I didn’t mean to sound condescending.“

Rafe laughed. Not in a mocking way—no, it was real, warm, which somehow made it worse because it only made you more nervous.

„No, no, I get it,“ he said, shrugging with an amused smile. „I guess I need to work out more if I’m giving off ‘fries guy’ vibes.“

Your eyes widened, and you quickly shook your head. „That’s not what—“

„Relax, I know what you meant.“ He cut you off, tilting his head toward the cafeteria. „Come on, you can keep judging me in there.“

I am the most embarrassing person alive, you thought, face still burning.

Still, you fell into step beside him, gripping the strap of your bag a little tighter. Brain, could you please shut the hell up? Thanks.

It didn’t.

Because why did Rafe’s presence feel so overwhelming—in the best way possible? And why did his ridiculously good aftershave still linger in the air between you, like some kind of cruel distraction?

And most importantly—how the hell were you supposed to survive two whole weeks of this?

[numberonesnarkfan]

so... my thoughts on chapter 4.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!

sigh.

if I and the majority of the fandom are disappointed with the result, I can't imagine how heartbroken the writers must be.

I was immediately impressed with the significantly increased production value! During the beginning of the game, I was hyped! Mechanics were improved, the buildup was immersive. Everything that happened seemed like it had thought and care put into it.

I even thought the bit of Pianosaurus getting INSTANTLY ganked was cool. Like a fun wink-and-nudge from the devs. If Doey had been a more compelling character, it would've made for a memorable moment. Unfortunately...

Yeah. Doey is heavily DID coded.

And... He follows the same ableist stereotype as every other depiction of it: "a violent and abrasive alter takes over and ruins everything".

Thaaanks, Mob... I really appreciate this public announcement of how you perceive people like me.

(by the way, Doey's chase/battle REFUSED to run at ANYTHING above 13 FPS until I turned the game down to the LOWEST settings. I have a mid-range gaming PC. It can run AAA titles at max settings. Seriously? The entire rest of the game ran smoothly at max settings.)

Yarnaby's death scene was so underwhelming that I almost missed it by not turning around, assuming I was supposed to keep running.

By the end, I felt that the devs must have run out of time and budget pretty fast.

And, of course...

The Doctor.

Baldwin is such a talented voice actor. He deserved a better character than this.

The boss fight itself was so incredibly janky. I was able to cheese it without trying at all, because the robots just kept getting stuck on each other.

Sawyer's introduction and buildup were so good. The game made the player invested in the character, really really hoping that the final confrontation would be everything the trailers hyped us up for.

Every time we destroy different organ systems and he goes quiet for a while, making the player hold their breath, knowing that that can't be it, was SO well done.

Only for... That. A completely unoptimised final encounter followed by a disappointing death scene.

I figured we were going to kill him. But I figured at least that it would be like CatNap's death - compelling and thought-provoking, making you wonder about the setting and the characters.

I thought, at LEAST, there was going to be a compelling scene with The Prototype taking Sawyer like he did CatNap, perhaps more violently, with less warning. The Prototype taking advantage of him and then taking all that remains of him.

Or maybe a scene where his misdeeds catch up to him on his final breath in a moment of devastating terminal lucidity. Nope.

Just the "I was the scientist, the glory was supposed to be mine!" trope. I so badly wanted him to be more than a cartoon villain, man.

The fact that MOB set up this intrigue about his childhood and his origins so well in the ARG and then just... Didn't use it.. Is so disappointing.

Harley Sawyer as a character is a meditation on hubris. I've always said this. That still rings true now, but... There was no trace of that in his death scene. Which is the most disappointing thing. I genuinely think the chapter would've been a lot better in a lot of people's eyes if he had just died better. With some indignity, with some fervor, with anything to make the player feel something.

But hey.

Look. Huggy's back. The big money-making mascot is here.

It really does feel like Zach just said "hi, we here at MOB don't feel like giving our writers and designers and employees enough time or budget to make a good product. Sorry! Oh, and don't forget to buy the merch!"

[gah-lore-ious]

okay I have more to say about this actually!!! since y'all seem to like this post you get to have my continued analysis of the movie which leads us tooo.....

💖🫧🎀popular!🎀🫧💖

yes welcome back to my OZtalk, continuing the analysis of the call and response choreography in Wicked (2024) let's get into something more wholesome and fun!!

how about a whole song about Galinda teaching Elphie how to be more like her?? complete with her literally teaching Elphie the choreography of her life!! Galindafication🫧💕

and certainly not a song about an outsider literally being taught the steps to living a life within a system of oppression. certainly not a song about someone trying to tame a radicalist with more palatable ideas and expressions. (not blaming galinda for that at ALL btw it's simply all she knows and she's GOOD at working within that. anyways. look! makeover scene! so cute!

and her success gives her some measure of confidence. Elphaba is brought out of her shell and shown that she's allowed to be a person, allowed to WANT things. so the next time she reaches out a hand, it's not a desperate plea for ANYTHING. it's for something she really wants...

and Fiyero... he runs from her.....

*sigh*

sooooooo.... as much as I LOVE "one short day" there's not a Ton of relevant choreo to my point in this particular scene. and to be quite frank, this is the part of my analysis that breaks from dependence on the choreography anyways. so... MOVING ON

because their choreography IS beautifully indicative of their characters. because Glinda is the type of person that, as I said, finds her place of control WITHIN the influence. we've already been shown that. this is why when Elphie asks this question...

... weeee already know the answer.

they're just two best friends. but they're not the same person. they don't work the same way. for the SECOND time in this movie, Elphie reaches out her hand for something she wants: Glinda. and for the SECOND time, she doesn't get it.

so here comes the third (and final) time in this movie that Elphie needs help. the next time she reaches out a hand, who does she find?

because Elphaba plays the outsider's game. she's different, she's radicalized, she's alone. But this time, it's not hopeless. it's determined. she embraces HERSELF on the path forward. she is in control of HERSELF now. Elphie is the only one with influence on Elphie now.

and NOBODY is gonna bring her down.

nobody asked for this post BUT has anybody talked about the beautiful metaphor of all the call and response choreography in the Wicked movie??? how the dancing shows the influence that characters have over each other. cuz im about to.

okay okay look at this. everybody at shiz copies Galinda during "what is this feeling"

okay standard expected yeah but THEN we get to "dancing through life" (AKA everybody's horny for Jonathan Bailey) and Fiyero has to "corrupt his fellow classmates"

WATCH them follow along! watch them LEARN the dance as his influence spreads over them. BUT not just them! because for the first time in her life, Galinda is NOT the center of attention. she's nor in command of the crowd and she JOINS IT. SHE JOINS THE CROWD.

now of course she eventually finds her way to the center, she finds a place of influence in the dance because that's who she is. When Glinda isn't in control, she joins the influence to take control of it.

but you know who isn't dancing? you know who's the one person refusing that call? of course you do you watched the movie too.

and yes. I know, those of us that are familiar with musical theater probably already saw all of this. but shhhh this is fun to talk about anyways. AND we're getting to the fun part. that's right... it's the

🧊🐟✨️ozdust ballroom✨️🐠🧊

now THIS is what's special about the call and response aspect of the choreography. THIS is the part that makes all of us cry whether or not we consciously realize it.

because whereas Glinda is able to FIND her place of control in the influence, Elphaba doesn't have that ability. she's NEVER had that. she can't join a crowd because she's different and she sticks out no matter what.

Elphaba has to do her own thing. She always has to go it alone. that's why this dance is so strange and so beautiful!! because it's so uniquely her! and THATS why the call and response motif of the choreography makes this moment so sad. because it's not just Elphie not caring what anyone thinks.

it's a desperate call for anyone, ANYONE to respond to her.

And Galinda sees her. FINALLY, a response. finally, Elphaba has broken through that wall. for the first time in her life, she's reached out a hand, and someone else took it.

and i just think that's beautiful. 🥺

i definitely have more to say about this but for now I will end it here anyways thanks for coming to my OZTEDtalk.

[pancake404]

Thoughts on Chapter 4 of Poppy Playtime

This isn't a drawing like I usually do but since I managed to play Chapter 4 blind without any spoilers, I felt inclined to share my thoughts about Chapter 4.

Right after I first played it, I, of course, a fan of the game, thought it was the best chapter in the series. But after the excitement died down a little, I put some more thought into it and read others' reviews on Chapter 4.

So here are my totally serious opinions you should absolutely think are facts as I am never wrong.

Insane Spoiler Alert for Chapter 4!

Pretty much the Chapter:

The Doctor bullies you and everyone else throughout the whole chapter.

Doey, the ally turned enemy as he tweaks out after we might've caused the Save Haven to blow up.

Every Smiling/Nightmare Critter watched JJK apparently because all they do is JUMP YOU.

We continue the trend of almost every toy we've encountered dying indirectly or directly by the player.

Prototype makes fun of everyone as he pulls the most epic prank and reveals he's been Ollie for presumingly a long time now(who would've guessed) so every plan Poppy discussed should be thrown out the window because he already knows about it.

Huggy is back to give us a warm reunion hug after we kind of unintentionally dropped him fifty stories.

Now starting with the central characters:

Player Character:

At this point, they are without a doubt, questioning their existence as all they came for(presumingly, I'll get to later) was to see if their coworkers were still in the factory by an unknown, vague note. Now, they're tied up in a conflict between the toys and they're helping out Poppy(semi-forcefully as there weren't many options) by killing the Prototype and freeing the..."still alive" human Orphans(X to Doubt) kept asleep by the Prototype.

Their name is still unofficial, where they worked in the factory is still not confirmed though hinted to be one with the lab coats, and even Dr. Sawyer is questioning why they even returned.

I do like how the Doctor questions the player's morals and reasons for coming back since these questions have been lingering in some people's heads as well. It's also been explicitly clear that there's something different about the capabilities of this unknown employee as the Doctor states that he was trying to figure out what made the player so different.

Speaking of the Doctor, Harley Sawyer.

I liked him.

He was a really cool villain with interesting dialogue and his views on the Player as he constantly tests them. His voice, the TVs, his behavior, it all made him terrifying and strangely attractive to certain people in the fanbase.

However, I do agree that there could've been a little more done with the Doctor and the concept they went with. The TVs could function like cameras alerting Yarnaby if we get spotted such as the trailer of Yarnaby implied, we can have optional dialogue from Harley depending on our actions throughout the game(or just more of it), or we could have one main controlled TV robot that Harley uses to defend the system holding his consciousness.

I also do agree that his death was a little sudden and underwhelming compared to the chase leading up to it. You just press a button after running a bit and he screams. Then no more.

But overall, a nice addition.

Yarnaby:

I like Yarnaby as well, it was a shame he died halfway through the game as I would've liked to see Yarnaby try to defend Harley when we tried to shut him down rather than him getting caught/stuck/bit on some chains and randomly combusting into fire...I think we may need some more visual clarity on how that happened unless I wasn't looking closely enough.

But the way he moved and functioned always put me on edge and it fit well to what he was described in the ARG.

Is it bad that I wished the Doctor killed Yarnaby instead to mirror the Prototype killing Catnap?

Pianosaurus:

Dude got cheated so hard.

Like actually, it's kind of funny.

I can see why people were disappointed when his one shot in the trailer was literally his whole screen time before Doey killed him a second later. I think most, myself included, would've preferred if Pianosaurus, someone they've hyped up to be an antagonist for Chapter 4, had an area where we have to survive from him and when he backs us up in a corner, then Doey would've saved us from death. Similar to Miss Delight except Doey is the executioner instead of the player.

Doey:

He was decent.

I have to admit, I don't often get attached to characters such as allies like Dogday, Kissy, Poppy(absolutely not), and Doey is no exception. In other words, I didn't care much when he died.

His story was objectively tragic and he was overall a cool character with cool concepts. The fact that he became hostile to the Player by snapping after the Save Haven was wiped out was also an interesting and yet another tragic twist where the only option now is to kill Doey.

Not surprised he died. I did notice that like Dogday, a lot of the fanbase wished to save Doey as well and some may have been angry about this turn out on him. My response to that would be...it's a horror game, killing characters you like would be the go-to move to ensure it is tragic, disturbing, and scary. It would also show that you can't hope for the best in anything because the game can kill anybody.

Advice: If you like a character in a game like this, just expect them to die...or make a fanfic of saving them as coping.

Baba Chops and the Nightmare Critters:

Clearly, they have a vendetta against the Player if they're this. Fucking. Hostile.

There are hardly any moments with them when they're not just jumping you. But I think a nice edition since you have to use the flare gun more. I had a neat idea where they climb on top of each other into a large mass like a hivemind to make a big monster made up of mini critters but that could still work with Chapter 5, we'll just have to see.

Kissy Missy:

I was kind of surprised she was alive but I do like how despite her survival, she was still badly injured and couldn't help much...not that she helped much in the previous chapters without injuries. But she did try to help the player proving her to be generally a good person trying to help us.

Then again, that also relates to how good of a person the Player is and/or something we don’t know about her.

I'm expecting her to die in Chapter 5.

But first, I was to see a fight between an injured Huggy and an injured Kissy.

Poppy:

So....she wasn't that helpful. She pretty much told us what to do, we did it, then we get blamed for it by Doey because someone(Prototype) screwed over the explosives, he tried to kill us, and we killed him, Poppy then blames us for things we both did and didn't do, Prototype call, and she runs off.

I think in one of the VHS tapes(there are two about Poppy), we see a conversation between her and Ollie which shows us directly that she isn't exactly a cunning, evil betrayer but more of a scared experiment like the rest of the orphans with a very... tunnel-visioned plan and mindset. Or very, very desperate to blow stuff up.

She does run off and abandons the player and Kissy because the case must've sucked that badly which is weird because I would rather prefer being asleep in the case than being anywhere outside of it where toys could rip me to shreds. But hey, it's her opinion I suppose.

I am surprised not a single character had not mentioned or tried to drop-kick her. Killing her shouldn't be that hard...right?

Right...I'm guessing the reason why is because she doesn't stick around enough near the player to even encounter any of the big villains.

Ollie/Prototype:

Let's face it. We all knew it. The only person who was surprised was Poppy herself.

I actually enjoyed the reveal though, I think it was intense but very funny on how it was done.

Poppy blames us and then Ollie calls, the first thing he does is do the Playtime Equivalent of doxxing our location. Dude might as well just said our address over a COD lobby.

Then he pretty much makes fun of Poppy by telling her she needs to stop pretending to be stronger than she actually is(which is true).

Then he makes fun of the player by saying, "I got the bombs, thanks for getting them for me BTW!" as we hear beeping sounds below us.

Does a whole speech before Poppy bolts, abandoning us and he proceeds to make fun of that.

Then the floor explodes and we're in the Labs now.

Either the Prototype is a (10/10) funny character or maybe my humor is broken.

Long Story Short:

It's an improvement in many ways from previous chapters but I, like many others, think there could've been just a couple of additions to make it Peak but there were some good moments. Some good lore drops and information that may or may not have screwed over a couple of Au's(depending on who's in it) but it could be worked around.

They dived way deeper into how terrible Playtime Co. in the inside from both the perspectives of the workers as well as the toys. I love that.

I will still say that Chapter 3 is my favorite even with all of this considered(Because I love Catnap) but I do hope that they truly take their complete time on Chapter 5 to make it the best possible.

Anyhow, I can't wait for Chapter 5 to bring back Catnap(yes, I AM coping), totally bring him back, if Huggy could survive a fifty-story fall, Catnap could either be shocked back alive and/or survive a stab to the head. These toys were able to tank bullets in tapes, they could survive a bit of brain damage(or piercing) and burns.

Man...the Player might not be an "angel”.

[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 6

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Chan came back just before lunch. You finished filing paperwork as he walked up behind you.

"Hi, princess." He wraps his arms around your waist, surprising you.

"Hi—Hello, sir." You put your hand over your heart when he scared you.

"Mm.." He presses himself against you, making you feel how hard he's getting. "Did you have fun with Minho?" He kisses your temple. You feel your face flush as he chuckles.

"I uh..umm.." You cover your face.

"Mm, none of that sweetheart." He uncovers your face and kisses your neck. "I imagine he treated you well though?" He kisses up to behind your ear, kissing the hickey Minho left. You shiver a bit and nod.

"He did. He didn't hurt me."

"Good. Wouldn't want my princess too sore." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver. He pulls away from you, smirking. "Lets go get lunch, hmm? The boys are waiting."

——

"Y/nnie!" Felix and Han say in unison when they see you. Getting up from their seats, they come over to you and hug you tight, squishing you between them. You smile and hug the boys. Felix had gotten his hair cut and dyed it black, Jisung dying his blue.

"Hi guys. Your hair looks amazing." You reach up to touch their hair when they both let you go. They grin and thank you. Chan walks past you, letting his hand graze across your ass as he sits between Minho and Hyunjin. Felix leads you to your seat between Seungmin and I.N before he goes and sits back between Changbin and Han. Seungmin grins at you, leaning down, he nips at your neck.

"Hi, puppy." He whispers. "Miss our Innie and me yet?" He sits back up as I.N puts a hand on your thigh, gripping your plush skin. Your cheeks flush.

"Boys, don't tease her too much." Minho says. The two youngest just chuckle. Seungmin leans back in his seat and drapes his arm over your shoulders. I.N slides his hand under your skirt a little after a few minutes, teasing you as he runs his fingertips along your skin. You half regret, half thankful for wearing a flowy skirt today.

As he slips his hand up higher, he eventually gets between your legs. He smirks when he finds out you're not wearing panties—of which Minho still has. He slowly runs his finger over your folds, feeling how wet you are. Seungmin looks over and grins, seeing what the youngest is doing. He leans over, his head behind yours, to whisper to I.N.

"Having fun, Innie?" He chuckles quietly. You feel your neck flush now as I.N slips his middle finger between your folds, touching your clit roughly. You squeeze your thighs around his hand.

"She's not wearing panties, hyung." He chuckles softly. Seungmin lets out a sharp exhale through his nose, trying not to be too obvious that he and I.N aren't being good. Minho looks your way and raises a brow to you. You shake your head a bit, saying it's ok.

I.N teases and edges you throughout the duration of lunch, the rest of the boys either didn't notice what was going on, or decided to ignore it. You had to fight the urge to moan out, occasionally gripping I.N's arm, trying to ground yourself. As lunch came to a close, the youngest finally took his finger from you, popping his finger into his mouth, licking it clean. He fixes your skirt before placing his hand back on your thigh.

Chan ends up paying for everyone's lunch, the boys all thanking him. One by one, the boys give you a hug and kiss on the cheek, I.N and Seungmin winking at you.

"Lix, you still meeting me at the company today? Unless you need to postpone the meeting?" Chan asks as he comes up next to you, wrapping his hand around your waist.

"Yeah, no. I'm still coming down. You've been so busy that I needed to schedule an appointment to see you." Felix teases.

"I know, Lixie. I'm sorry." He pulls him over with his other hand. Gently kissing him, Chan smiles. "I'll see you in an hour?" Felix smiles back, placing a hand on the older’s cheek, he kisses back.

"I'll see you in an hour."

Chan says goodbye to the boys and brings you back to his car, driving back to the company.

"You're going to accompany me to this meeting, ok, princess?" He smiles at you as he parks the car.

"Ok sir. Do I need any paperwork from the office?" You ask, unbuckling yourself.

"Nope. Just your pretty little self, princess." He winks and gets out. You head back up to his office with him until it's time to go meet Felix. You follow him down to the meeting room where Felix was sitting in one of the chairs. He was looking out the large windows of the meeting room. When you enter, his head turns to you and Chan and his face lights up with a bright smile. He immediately gets up and goes to hug you and Chan, the older pecking Felix on the lips.

Felix pecks his lips and looks at you. His brows scrunch a little. "Can I kiss you, Y/n?" You nod shyly and he smiles wide again. He softly cups your face and kisses you softly, his lips carefully moulding to yours. Chan chuckles and locks the door as you wrap your arms around Felix. Watching, he closes the blinds on the windows of the meeting room so that people can't see inside the room.

Felix deepens the kiss, moving his hands down to your waist, he fervently slips his hands up your shirt, grazing his hands across your breasts. You moan softly as his small hands gently massage you through the fabric of your bra. Chan grins and sits in the chair at the head of the table, leaning forward. He rests his head in his hands as he watches you both.

"Princess? Lixie?" Chan sits back in his chair. Felix lets out a deep 'hmm?', not wanting to break the kiss. When you try to pull away, his hands quickly move to your back to keep you close. He mumbles out a 'mine' against your lips. Slipping his tongue into you right after. Your cheeks flush a bit, moaning into his mouth. One hand moves to Felix's hair, grabbing a gentle handful. Chan watches you, an ever growing tent in his pants.

"Felix. Princess." He calls again. Felix groans into your mouth, not wanting to pull away. He kisses you for a moment longer, softly biting your lower lip as he pulls away. He smiles at you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips, shiny from spit, and probably swollen from Felix's kiss. Eyes flicking back to yours, he gently grabs your hand and walks you over to Chan. Chan reaches out for your hand, pulling you to him when you take his. He pulls you into his lap and motions for Felix to sit in the chair next to him.

While Felix and Chris talk, the older man starts pulling your skirt up, just barely enough for Felix to see underneath. He slips a finger between your soaking folds, slowly circling your sensitive nub. You close your eyes and immediately lean back against Chan, head falling back to his shoulder. Felix's eyes shift down to between your legs, his cock twitching in his pants. They go quiet, the only sound in the room is of Chan's fingers in your wet heat.

"Is she still tight, hyung?" Felix asks quietly, his head tilting a bit. He reaches forward and places a hand on your knee. Chan uses his other hand to pull your shirt up more.

"Check for yourself, Lix." Chan smirks. Felix kneels in front of you, between yours and Chan's legs. He keeps one hand on your knee, the other coming up to your sensitive heat.

"Can I ask, though, why she isn't wearing panties?" He asks as he slowly slides two fingers into you, making you moan out.

"Oh, Minho has them." Chan states like it's a normal thing. Felix just nods as he slowly fingers you. He groans out when he feels how tight you are. He picks up his pace before sliding his fingers out of you, immediately replacing his fingers with his tongue. You arch in Chan's arms and moan out, your hands grab onto Felix's head, his hair soft. Felix chuckles into your cunt as he licks and sucks, Chan rubbing your clit faster.

"She still tastes so good, hyung." Felix says, muffled against you. He groans at your taste, licking you fast. You try to arch again but Chan holds you down against him. You moan loudly as you cum on Felix's face. He moans out and licks up your release. He stands up, smiling. His chin is covered in your release. Chan swipes his finger through your folds quickly before sticking it in his mouth.

"You want to continue, princess?" Chan asks you. You nod a little.

"Yes, please, sir." You breathe hard. Felix and Chan both smile. Chan motions for Felix to fuck you. Felix quickly undoes his pants, pulling his cock out and strokes himself slowly.

"Do I need a condom?" He looks at Chan.

"No. Minho is the only one she's slept with since the last time we all saw her." Chan kisses your neck softly. Felix nods and steps between your legs again. He crouches a bit, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly slides in until he bottoms out. You moan, feeling him fill you up.

"Fuck.." Felix whispers, holding your hips. He slowly starts to thrust in you, pulling soft moans from you. "I honestly couldn't stop thinking about you, beautiful. I wish we had exchanged numbers.." He grunts. "Every time I touched myself, I thought about when we were together. I had hoped to see you again.."

You moan out, clenching around him. He groans and grinds into you. Chan chuckles against your skin, softly kissing along your neck as Felix pushes your shirt up. He leans down and kisses your breasts, moving your bra out of the way so he can suck on your hardening buds. You gasp and squirm in Chan's arms. Chan rubs your clit faster, making you moan louder. Felix groans against your breast and fucks into you faster. You grab at Chan's arm as you cum hard around Felix, clenching around his cock.

"Ahh, fuck..I'm..ah..I'm close beautiful." Felix grunts and groans, fucking into you hard and fast. Chan continues rubbing your clit, making you squirm in his hold, cunt clenching around Felix a few more times before the freckled man cums deep inside you. Chan smiles and stops his circling, gently holding you to him. Felix softly kisses along your breast, leaving a few love bites as he lightly trusted into you.

"How do you feel princess? Was going to this meeting worth it?" Chan gently rubs your belly. You nod, letting out a tired, breathy 'yeah'. Chan smiles and kisses your cheek. "Think you have one more in you for me?"

"Y-yes, sir." You slowly lift your head as Felix pulls out of you. You feel Felix's cum dripping out of you. Chan picks you up from his lap and stands, laying you on the meeting table on your side. He undoes his belt and pants, pulling them and his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. Felix groans and sits in a chair, wanting to watch. Chan slowly swipes his fingers through your folds before pushing two fingers inside.

"Let's get this back inside you..can't let Lixie's cum go to waste, can we?" He mumbles as you moan out. He slowly fingers you before pulling out and putting his fingers in his mouth as he lines his cock up with your entrance. You start to open your legs, but Chan uses his other hand to keep them closed. "None of that princess. You don't move a muscle."

He grabs onto his cock and slowly starts to push inside you, stretching you out. He groans loudly as you're much tighter in this position. You moan loudly as he fills you completely. Felix puts a hand on your thigh, gently rubbing your leg as he watches you get filled.

"My beautiful princess..so tight for us.." he places a hand on your hip and starts to slowly thrust into you, pulling out to the tip and slowly pushing back into you to the hilt. You moan his name loudly. "What was that princess? That's not what you call me, now is it?" He smacks your ass hard enough for there to be a sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. You gasp and moan out again.

"D-daddy.." You moan out when he grinds into you slowly. "Ahh..please.." Felix looks up at Chan, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"So Minho-hyung was right about that? When did you have a daddy kink?" Felix kisses your leg softly.

"Keep it up, Lix, and you're next." Chan looks down at his friend, the statement making Felix blush. "Actually. I don't have any more appointments for the day, do I, princess?" He snaps his hips hard into you, making you gasp.

"N-no, daddy. I don't..think so.." You arch your back, Felix reaches over to gently grasp your breast, playing with your nipple. He leans forward, kissing and biting your neck, leaving a few love bites. Chan fucks into you faster, groaning at how tight you are in this position. When Felix leans back from your neck, Chan leans down to leave a few of his own.

"Good. When we are done here, you're free to go home for the day." He grinds slowly into your cunt as you clench around him, soft whimpers spill from your lips. "Felix and I have a little more to go over." Chan straightens and smirks down at him. Felix's cheeks flush and he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Y-yes sir…yes daddy.." you moan when he starts thrusting harder and deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. He looks between your bodies, watching as his cock disappears inside you. When it slides out of you, it's covered in yours and Felix's mixed releases. He groans at the sight, fucking you faster. You moan and arch your back, cunt clenching hard. You moan out 'daddy' loud and cum around Chan.

"Good girl. Daddy's good girl.." he groans out. He fucks you for a little longer before he cums deep inside you, his cock as deep as he can get. He rubs your hip and thigh as Felix was still playing with your breast.

"Daddy's good girl.." you echo quietly. Chan continues thrusting into you slowly for a bit before sliding out of you. Felix grabs the box of tissues in the middle of the table and passes them to Chan. He thanks the younger and gently cleans you up before helping you sit.

"You going to be ok, princess?" He leans down and kisses your forehead.

You nod. "Yeah. Just really tired and hungry." You laugh softly.

"Want me to see if Minho can take you home? I'm sure he won't mind." Chan helps you stand, fixing your clothes and hair.

"No, it's ok. I have to go upstairs and grab my things, too." You smile at the two Australians.

"Thank you for today, beautiful." Felix gently cups your cheeks and places a soft kiss on your lips. You smile and kiss him back softly. You double check to make sure you look decent before leaving the room, relocking the door on your way out.

Chan and Felix watch you leave. As soon as the door shuts, Chan grabs Felix and pulls him close, smashing his lips onto the younger ones. Felix gasps at the suddenness, hands landing on Chan's chest. He kisses Felix deeply and fervently.

"I told you that you're next, Lixie." He undoes the others' pants again and pushes them down. "Off, Lix." He mumbles. Felix immediately takes his shoes off to get his pants off, boxers following soon after. He has Felix sit on the meeting room table as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. He pops it open and squirts a small amount on his finger. Felix lays back, a light blush spread across his cheeks.

"Ready, baby boy?" Chan grins down at him.

"Yes, daddy." Felix teases. Chan chuckles and spreads Felix's legs open, bringing his hand down to his ass. He slowly spreads some lube around Felix's hole, the younger shivering a bit from the cold substance. "You couldn't warm it first?" His brows scrunch a little.

"Sorry, mate." Chan says, leaning down to give Felix a quick kiss, he pushes his digit inside him. Felix gasps into the kiss, his mouth opening, allowing Chan to slip his tongue inside. Felix moans as Chan's tongue explores his mouth, finger slipping in and out of him slowly.

Chan groans softly as he adds another finger, carefully preparing him for his cock. Felix breaks from the kiss for air, moaning loudly. Chan straightens his back, smiling at the freckled man. He adds a bit more lube directly to Felix's hole as he adds a third finger. Once he's sure Felix is ready, he takes his fingers out and lubes his cock.

"You ready, baby boy?" Chan presses his tip to Felix's hole, gently prodding it, but not entering him.

Felix nods, a playful smirk on his face. "Fuck me, daddy." Chan playfully growls at him as he slowly pushes his length in. Felix gasps loudly and moans. "Fuuucckk.."

Chan chuckles as he bottoms out, softly rubbing his boyfriend's legs, carefully wrapping them around his waist.

"Good, baby?" He moves his hand down to where his cock slightly bulges Felix’s skin. Felix looks up at Chan, smiling.

"Yeah, excellent, hyung." He watches Chan, eyes full of love. Chan leans down and kisses him deeply, slowly moving his hips, pulling more moans from Felix. The younger moans into Chan's mouth, slipping his own tongue into the older’s mouth. Chan playfully sucks on his tongue as he reaches between them to grab Felix's cock. Chan pulls back from the kiss, slowly stroking Felix as he fucks into him faster.

"I know you came in Y/n not long ago, but think you can cum once more for me?" Chan grunts.

"Y-yeah…" Felix moans out.

"Good boy." Chan smirks and strokes Felix faster, rubbing his thumb over his tip. Chan carefully grinds into Felix's ass, the younger letting out a loud, lewd moan. "Let me know if it's too much, Lixie." The younger one just nods. Chan strokes Felix faster, tightening his grip a little bit. Felix arches his back, his release coming on quick. He gasps and moans louder as he cums, strings of white landing on his stomach and Chan's hand.

The older groans at the sight, he continues stroking Felix as he thrusts deeper into him, his cock twitching inside his boyfriend, his own release coming.

"Fuck..you ready Felix?" Chan groans out.

"Yes..fuck..fill me, please hyung." Felix moans loudly. Chan growls a bit and thrusts as deep as he can go, cumming into him. He groans loudly, pulling Felix up carefully into his arms. He kisses him soft but deep. Felix wraps his arms around Chan's neck, kissing him back. They stay like that for a moment before Felix pulls back, both men breathing heavily.

"Let's get you cleaned up, then I want you to go home and take a nice relaxing bath, ok?" He kisses Felix's nose, a soft smile on his lips.

"Of course, hyung. I love you."

"I love you too, baby boy."

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[benzendrine-nosebleed]

"Sing Me To Sleep."

Guys!! I wrote a one shot based on Schlatt's most recent Drunk Driving stream after hearing him sing bits and pieces. I haven't proof read this (mostly because I'm not in any sober editing mood to) but I wanted to share this quick little bit.

1111 Words, Fluff, Schlatt X Reader

“I love hearing you sing like that,” I spoke softly. Jay was taking a quick break from his drunk driving stream, moving from his office to the kitchen. He has been streaming for a few hours now, and I could smell herbal liqueur on his breath. He grazed past, marching straight to the refrigerator with padded “thuds” from his socked feet.

“Do ya?” Schlatt asked, plucking a snacking cheese from the drawer inside. “Was it on stream?” He asked, unwrapping and popping creamy gouda snack cheese between his lips.

“Yeah, your mic picked it up, and I do, I love hearing you sing Jay, I wish you’d do it when you were sober. You have a wonderful voice,” I smiled, “I mean, your fans loved the album right? That should be enough motivation for you to sing like a canary,” I reached out to hold him for a second before he went back into his office. His mustache shifted on his upper lip as he chewed away. “Have fun with your stream Handsome, I’ve got to go to bed soon. I’m gonna get ready to crawl in. I’ll turn your side of the blanket on so when you make it back it’ll be warm for you too.”

Schlatt smiled and reached out, setting the wrapper on the counter beside me and wrapping his arms around me in a soft embrace. “Of course toots, I don’t know when I’ll end the stream, but I’ll be ready to climb into bed wit-cha.” He pulled me close into his arms, and planted a kiss on my cheek. “If I’m not back in there before you fall asleep, I hope you get some good rest in, I love ya,” he chirped. He pulled away, striding with a confidence he put up as a front for his audience. He entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

As he moved back into his room, I strolled across our home to the master bathroom and began drawing up a shower. I had a long enough day working at my own conventional job, that a Friday night was the night to relax. It was winter though, which meant I was in the busy season. I had to help shovel snow across the city, while in New York was enough of a task on its own, and brainstorm funding for public park systems and come up with plans for new designs. I climbed in, letting the hot water warm my bones, and I listened to Schlatt scornfully yell at his computer screen. As I continued, I could hear his agitation and laughs come in waves. He was thoroughly enjoying streaming again, and I was more than happy to let him enjoy it.

I climbed out of the shower and threw on some pajamas, in “Jay’s” style as I had begun to call it. I had taken one of his sweatshirts, which was baggy on myself, and threw it over a pair of my shorts. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked to the bedroom, careful as to not disturb Schlatt in his element on Twitch. His cats, Jambo and Soup, were sitting on the preheated bed, leaving me to shuffle in between them as not to disturb their own slumber. I plugged my phone in, and scrolled through TikTok until I began to drift off. I could feel myself nodding in between videos, so I made the choice to set my phone down, and sleep until I felt my lovely drunk boyfriend slam into bed.

This was somewhat of a common occurrence, since he used to film Chuckle Sandwich late into the evenings, we held this dynamic. I would end up in bed early, and sometimes I would wake up to him crawling in, or cuddling up to me. Sometimes I wouldn’t wake up at all and I’d hear my alarm, and feel Schlatt’s arm wrapped around my stomach anchoring me down. After the week that I had though, I was too tired to try and stay up until he was done streaming. I set my phone down on the bed next to me, and nodded off.

I woke up to Schlatt crawling into bed gently, not to disturb me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but the room was still dark, and the lamp on my side of the bed was still on. He reached over me softly and shut it off, slowly letting the room fill in with a darkness. I didn’t move too much, it was more of my subconscious running my body at this point more than my own mental state. My eyes fluttered closed again, only squinting shut as soon as I felt his hand wrap around my shoulders. He shuffled closer to me, pulling the blanket from between us, and spooning into me.

“Sleep Warm, sleep tight, once you turn off the light,”

He softly lulled. His fingers slowly drifted into my hair, stroking through the strands softly. I recognized the song, being one Schlatt would throw on sometimes in the evening as the night came to a close. He slurred softly, his tone was indicative that he had been drinking most of the evening, but reached his most inebriated state before climbing into bed. He softly sang more, my mind came to life realizing he wasn’t just singing along to a song, he was singing to me.

“Let dreams within you dwell, sweet dreams of me my love,”

He continued softly, his fingernails tracing softly on my scalp. A smile had formed on my face hearing him singing so sweetly, softly into my ears as his lips pressed to the back of my neck with each verse. I still hadn’t moved an inch, hoping to not spook him out of continuing his warbling.

“Close your eyes now, and kiss me, and whisper you miss me,”

He pressed his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. His soft mustache tickled my neck, his fluffed brown hair pressed to mine, it was almost overwhelming how much I adored him like this. I scooted backwards into his body, pressing myself against him as his singing ended a moment later. His hand wandered under my sweatshirt, gently cupping my bare torso. I would normally feel a tad self conscious whenever he would do this, but tonight I basked in the feeling. His hand slid itself between the mattress and my skin, securing his place next to me.

“G’night sweetheart, I love you,” He whispered softly between another set of kisses on my neck.

“Good night Jay, I love you too,” I mumbled back, still flush from his lull.

[k0nanharv3y]

Ahhhh, yes, I am not accepting criticism, if you do not like the path I take, you are free to leave and not come back to my blog, I do this for fun. I work in a cafeteria, I like to imagine that the characters I like work in a cafeteria, stfu

Robin Hood AU

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Batman was sensible, he was a detective, and what that implied, he was a gossip and a busybody

He knew someone had brought him back, he knew that someone was in the League of Assassins and he knew that someone was not Ra's

The news had spread like a rumor and was confirmed one day when Talia appeared on a rooftop beside him, announcing his father's death. Bruce had said nothing more than a grunt of recognition and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder as a simple "I'm sorry for your lost"

Only she didn't say "My father is dead" or "I have claimed my father's position." She said "Someone has finished off the demon's head"

Bruce didn't give it much importance at the time and now he regrets it

Because that someone was probably the one who brought him back

I spend hours and days sitting in front of the giant computer, reviewing the evidence of its existence, noticing a pattern similar to someone he could never catch

Robin Hood

The way of writing, the photos, the system and the program he used was the same one that Robin Hood used when he sent samples of some attack or plan, and Bruce opened the rogue's folder again

And spent more hours gathering everything they knew about him

He didn't accomplish much, really. Just a few notes of the cases he solved, the ones he helped out with, the times he attacked multimillion-dollar companies to give it away and re-route the money through various legal channels to those in need in Gotham

And also the first recorded cases of Robin Hood, those who directly attacked Bruce and Batman, those who... those who offered an apology with a letter

The letter where he declared to know Batman's identity and offered him a "I'm sorry for your lost", an apology and an explanation

And Batman just growled even more, gritting his teeth, going over for the 5th time the possible people behind Robin Hood

///

Stephanie Brown didn't consider herself a passionate coffee lover, she was more into Alfred's infusions and hot teas with sugar. She had a time when she was Robin when her dependence on caffeine was worrying and she received an intervention from her sister and brother to stop her. And then she started drinking tea

So her presence at this place was just because of the fame it was getting. The photos on Instagram showed a nice and warm place, with poetry performances, singing and comedians passing on stage every so often, with Jazz playing in the background, fairy lights on the ceiling tangled with artificial plants

And of course, that was lovely, but in all the photos there was always something, someone, standing out. And that was the barista behind the bar

First they declared him as the cute boy who didn't know how to make a decent Frappuccino but always thanked you with a charming smile

Later as Gotham's lost prince, Timothy Drake, who had started his own business after Drake Industries went bankrupt following the death of both founders

Then they started filling the reviews with the great tasting drinks, the delicious desserts, and the cute barista who remembered your name even if you had only been there once

[Tim took it as a challenge and had his ego hurt when people commented on his poor cooking skills, so after months of trial and error and many YouTube and Reddit tutorials, he did it]

And Stephanie Brown understood why everyone was talking about the barista. The guy was skinny, a little shorter than her, with black hair tied in a messy ponytail, pale like any Gotnamemite who hasn't seen the sun in... ever. And... and he smiled when he heard the bell above the door ring

"Hi, welcome to The Nest, what can I..." His face fell a little but he suddenly recovered "What are you gonna drink?"

Steph walked over to the bar, admiring the place after staring at the guy for too long, and looked up at the chalkboards above, noticing a fun fact that the photos didn't mention

"Hi, can I get a Purple Spoiler Tea?" She smiled and looked back at the boy, admiring his face up close "And a..." she looked back at the desserts, giggling at the names they had "A Stealed Cat-Cake?"

"Sure!, it will be 9.75" the boy's face turned slightly pink, not daring to look at the girl

Steph handed him the cash and deposited a 50 dollar bill into the box secured with tape and a padlock

"Will it be for takeaway or to consume here?" He asked pleasantly, beginning to slide along the bar, preparing the drink

"To consume here" she answered

"Okay, go and take a seat, I'll call your name when I'm done"

"But I haven't told you my name" Steph smiled confused

"It's not every day that a Wayne comes to my coffee shop, you know?" He joked and his voice sounded somewhat restless but he kept his tone simple and cheerful

Steph's face warmed with a slight blush and she nodded, even knowing that the barista wouldn't see her and walked to a table near the window

The atmosphere was warm, with pleasant aromas and chatter filling the sound over the relaxing jazz music, the lights were not too bright nor too dim and at one point, she heard the boy's voice calling her from the bar

Steph walked over and took the tray, admiring the color of the tea, a soft purple, garnished with red berries at the bottom and smiled at the sight of the dessert

Two cupcakes, one with the face of a laughing cat and the other with a bag that was supposed to be full of diamonds

Steph smiled and thanked the barista before returning to her table, where she took a photo of her tray, posting it on her social media with the caption praising the place and the barista

She would definitely bring her brothers here

And then she saw both napkins under both products and carefully removed them

'Spoiler has had three identities so far, she started out as Spoiler, became the third Robin, shared the Batgirl mantle with Orphan, and returned to being Spoiler recently'

'Catwoman started out being hated by the city for years, but has recently begun to be more accepted after being seen helping the Bats'

It was data... that you'd find on Reddit or the internet if you were a hobbyist who did a lot of research. But what surprised Steph was that it was handwritten and she wondered if she had different data for each dish and if it was different every time she sorted them

She smiled and looked around for the barista

A few seconds passed before Tim looked back at her, and they both smiled at each other

///

List of products that Tim sells in the cafeteria because I thought it was hilarious to name foods

[imma-soft-beeboy]

Got any headcanons about the Starscream and his trine?

☆Let's be honest Starscream is a drama queen, I mean just look at him. And the Trine is his groupies

☆It's like discount Heather's out here (I hope someone out there has made a Candy Store Animatic with Screamer + Trine)

☆He made his own Mean Girls group & if you're not a part of it you don't know their secrets (Tuesday nights are for secret swapping & if anyone has loose lips they will be straight murked)

☆In all seriousness though, I think he's really close with his trine. He uses them to talk his thoughts & feelings out. Every idea is vetted by them.

☆Now they're not always helpful... so of course he has to lightly bully them a bit but in Starscreams mind that's just how friends work

☆Legit I don't think Starscream is capable of being "chill" with his friends. He's always the one with drama, hefty opinions, and egocentrics

☆The rest of the Trine (Skywarp & Thundercracker) are just happy to be involved in something/feel important

☆The Trine in Starscreams eyes is mostly there to build him & his ideas up. But to Skywarp & Thundercracker it's like a super exclusive club/brotherhood.

☆They'll defend each other till the end; even Starscream as catty as he is will step in to defend the other two (until it risks him getting hurt)

☆I like to imagine that they have "girls nights" often where they will share secrets, Starscreams shares his newest take over scheme & they do some self care (like buffing each other or something)

☆They are for sure one of those groups who go around slapping each others asses. Everyone on the Decepticon warship is so sick of it but they know they can't stop the Trine so they let it happen.

☆They have an entire point system based on strength, situation & complexity for it

☆Starscream always wins & the other two just wish they were as cool/crafty/cruel as him

☆All together its very clear to the other Cons that their group is tight-knit & exclusive. Not a Seeker? You're not getting in. They help each other & always plan something kinds fun (even if Starscream monologs at them over it)

☆And even though Starscream thinks they are his minions/echo chamber he still has a weird soft spot for them (they may be idiots but they are his idiots you feel me???)

☆Constructicons & other groups wish they were as cool as the Trine. They envy the Trines closeness & exclusiveness.

☆Megatron may find Starscream annoying/meddlesome but with the Trine he's bearable so Megatron let's them do their thing as long as it doesn't ruin his plans (that's how they've gotten as far as they have)

☆Because of this fact that's how they are able to get away with public butt tag or inside jokes (unlike other con factions)

☆In short, the Trine is a distraction for Starscream and its working so Megatron let them be for now

☆As a prank I fully believe they changed colors for the day the confuse people (except Starscream made them change back early cause he hates not being himself)

☆I always believe they'll sometimes mouth the words the one of the others are saying (don't ask how it's just a talent they have) to confuse other Con as a prank too

A/N: Sorry if this is short, wrote this on my lunch break. Hope you enjoy tho. :)

[saturnzskyzz]

How about an arcane fic? Saw your hc about Jinx being the tickle monster for Sevika and Isha. So maybe a fic where Jinx being a little shit and tickle attacks both Isha and Sevika all throughout the day till they both finally get enough of Jinx’s shit. So Isha and Sevika team together to get their revenge. You can either focus on the revenge or Jinx’s tickle monster tendencies beforehand, yk whatever fits u most :))

𝐴 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜

(I know, such a unique title, thank you, thank you! *bows*)

Word Count: 2,206

A/N: AAAH THANK YOU!!!! 🙏🙏🙏 you were my first request so I couldn't just.. NOT spoil you! Thank you for the request, YOU WERE A LIFE SAVOR!!!

(Happy tickle day!)

Arcane divider

Loud, booming music could be heard from inside the hide-out that Jinx stores herself away at for hours on end: listening to music with a cheeky grin, making some gadgets that really should be held off for later activities. she bobbed her head back and forth to the music as she sinks her mind further into the depths of her own little world.

The way she would describe her day would be just dandy and fun! Such a normal day to be normal and hide-away in her very normal thoughts making very normal gadgets for normal activities like making a scene for piltover to annoy the newspapers once again for the third time this week. But that wasn't the case. She was an absolute nuisance today. Both with Isha and Sevika.

Ever since Isha came into her life, and then gradually appeared in Sevika’s as well, Jinx has been different for the better. She's been more friendly, and gentle with Isha and is even like that with Sevika like she was her own blood. Unfortunately however, that also takes a turn for the two with how Jinx has been acting towards them. Ever since Jinx discovered that Isha was ticklish, which resulted in her thoughts to think that Sevika was also ticklish, she has been poking and tasering both of their sides the whole day when any chance seemed to fit.

It was like a new discovery that Jinx just had to give it her all to embarrass the both of them. It embarrassed Isha and got her to be in a giggle fit through-out the day, while Jinx’s schemes ruined a part of Sevika’s ego. She was entertained by it; she was a sucker for both of their reactions when they least expected it. The squeak that Isha would unleash would be endearing and cute to Jinx for her to do it more, and Sevika’s uncharacterized squeal and snorts would have Jinx howl in laughter as she quickly leaves the scene; leaving Sevika to ponder in silence in annoyance.

They just had to get her back for it. Make her take what she can't dish out.

Sevika thought of the idea first, and then brought it up with Isha who reluctantly agreed to help out. They thought of a quick plan to get her when she least expected it, and they had to do it fast! With shimmer running through her system, it might be a stretch, but they could do it!

After they finished exchanging their thoughts, they left their little meeting room where Silco used to take charge of, and stormed off to Jinx’s Hideout. It just had to work.

Now comes the loud music again with Jinx jamming to it like any other ordinary normal day. Oh, she's getting it now. Sevika alerted Isha to go hide where they talked about, and walked up to Jinx to calmly get her attention so Isha could hide with no disturbances or possible acknowledgement from Jinx.

“Jinx, we need to talk." Sevika said, putting her hand on Jinx’s shoulder to warp her out of her trance with the music. She turned on her heel while on her chair, and took her goggles off to look at Sevika with that same grin that had been plastered on her face the entire day.

“What’s up, buttercup! You've missed me??" she said, wiggling her fingers at Sevika for only a brief second before Sevika swallowed down her shivers, and shoved her hands away from her sight.

“It's Isha." Sevika announced, seeing that shit eating grin turn to an overprotective and concerned frown.

“It's not bad, don't worry. She's just.. We're playing hide-and-seek and this is the only place I haven't found her in, do you have any idea where she is?" Sevika exclaimed, kind of burning her ego even more by the fact that Jinx now thinks that she's actually playing hide-and-seek with a child rather than doing other things.

“Wohow.. The intimidating, council-wannabe is actually playing a silly little game with Isha? A child? That's hilarious! ” Jinx chuckled at the overlapping thought of the big and bad Sevika playing a child's game.

"You know more of where she would hide than I do- do you want to help find her, or not?” Gosh, how annoying? Sevika thought. She knew that Jinx would back talk and make fun of the silly concept, but jeez!

"Yeah, yeah, calm your tits. I'll help find her. I know all the nooks and crannies of where she would hide! ISN'T THAT RIGHT, ISHA??” Jinx yelled out for Isha to hear. Resulting with her covering her mouth to not stifle a laugh.

Unfortunately for the both of them-Jinx had thought initially- she turns to look at the one hiding spot that Isha always goes for when she couldn't think of anywhere else to hide in the Hideout, and looks to Sevika before giving her a wide smile and a wink before proceeding to approach said spot.

Swaying her body from side to side while walking, she chants, “oh Ishaaa! Where could you possibly hide?? I wonder." She grins, getting closer and closer to her hiding spot. Isha could see Jinx, and Jinx could see Isha. They were locking eyes while Isha was still stifling a laugh. What Jinx didn't know was the big arm going around her neck(not rough) to pull her away and carefully sit her on the floor for her to struggle out of the hold.

The evil grin turned into panic, almost forgetting that Sevika was also here trying to look for Isha. She turned her head to look at her briefly before whipping her head back around to see Isha hop out of her hiding spot with a cheeky smile.

“Ohokay, reeeally funny you two, you can let me up now." Jinx said, nervously. She had cursed at herself for letting her guard down so easily. Stupid, It's sevika. Of course she's got something up her Sleeve with child's play.

“I'd let you up on one condition. You take what you can dish out." Sevika said in a low, intimidating voice that secretly always sent shivers down Jinx’s spine.

“Lihike I know what THAT means. You're on your own, sister. Isha, get her off of me.” She nodded her head to Isha, indicating for some help from the younger, but that didn't happen. Isha kept looking at her with that cheeky smile.

“Now?" Isha signed over to Sevika, and all she gave her was a knod. Relishing Isha to go straight for Jinx’s sides out of nowhere because of Jinx’s blind eye. It'd be a pretty damn good time to have a third eye, right?

Scribbling lightly, this shocked Jinx to scrunch up her face weirdly, and did everything she could to keep her unwanted giggles at bay, biting her lower lip to keep them down.

Instantly, an impatient chuckle came out of Sevika’s mouth. “You're really doing that? C’mon, kid. You stand no chance. Sooner or later you'll be breaking pretty soon." she said next to Jinx’s ear, causing the shorter to scrunch away, embarrassingly.

C’mon Jinx, you got this! This impatient bitch just needs to be bored, and then she'll let you go, simple!

Is what she initially thought, before Sevika got too confident with her impatience, and went straight for her armpits, relishing a sharp squeal that Jinx would rather take to her own grave than admitting anything. Quick giggles came out of her mouth. They were goofy, and uncoordinated, but it brought a smile to both Isha and Sevika. (Sevika would take that smile to her grave also)

"Well, what do you know? The master criminal with weird lookin’ pants can laugh after all?” Sevika said, looking at Isha who was still glued to her sides. All she gave was a satisfying Huff, and continued the onslaught.

“FUHUHuhuck thahat ehenforcer!” Jinx said before dissolving in more of her giggles.

It's been such a long time since she's had a proper tickle fight with her being on the receiving end that she almost forgot how much fun it was. Letting loose and bringing out the real her was so rare, even for Jinx, that it became almost like a dream to her, like it wasn't actually real. Anytime she got ganged up on was her little group with her sister. They all knew how much she loved it just to laugh with them and have a good time. But this is Isha and Sevika who's replacing that memory. It almost felt wrong to have them replaced, but she also knew that she desperately needed this. She would never admit that though.

“Ohohokay, OHOHOKAY!! Ihihi’m lahahaughing, nohow stop!" she squirmed even more to emphasize her words.

“Hmm.. Not quite yet, I don't think you’ve learned your lesson on picking on us all day, huh Isha?" Sevika asked her once again for an agreement.

“Hmm!” Isha agreed, finally moving her hands to Jinx’s stomach. This caused a small snort from the master criminal, who then covered her mouth when realizing what she just blurted out of her mouth. A light pink hue showing her features due to embarrassment.

“Ha! I never knew you could snort, kid. Isha, how about you stay at that spot?" with a nod, Isha reluctantly stayed put in her designated spot, making Jinx go insane with the feeling. She had almost forgotten that her stomach was a death spot for her. Damn crop top revealing her sensitive spots.

“IHIHI’VE lehearned mYHYHY lesson!" Jinx squeezed her eyes shut, as if it would help with the feeling. Oh, how she was very wrong?

Sevika wanted to try a different spot to make it known that she was ignoring her pleas, so she reluctantly went for her neck. The squeal that left Jinx’s mouth shocked both Sevika and Isha. Almost stopping their onslaught, Isha and Sevika laughed at her reaction, causing her face to flush even more. Fuck, she's really going to take this to her grave.

“Yohohou dihihidn’t hehehear thahahat! Shuhuhut uhuhuhp.." Jinx was pouring out giggles here and there from how sensitive her neck was. It was an adorable sight for them both.

“It's like your whole personality changed, shit!" Sevika admitted, becoming fond of her reactions. With all the shit that has been going on lately, Sevika was relieved by Jinx to finally let loose and forget about the whole world for just a moment by laughing her heart out. She was hoping that Jinx was feeling the same, maybe even reminiscing about her own situation with past bondment with her family.. Past family.

After a while, Jinx had finally abandoned her hands from covering her mouth to grab at Isha’s hands that were still scribbling away at her stomach. Finally showing her bright smile, it was like they were looking at Powder, and not Jinx. Seeing the little girl before she became a completely different person who was malnourished and mourned the loss of her family, and those who she thought had left her for who she was. They saw Powder. What a rare sight, huh?

“Ohohohkay!! Fohohor fuhucks sake! Stohohop, shihit!” Is all Jinx had said before dissolving in more breathy giggles, becoming more tired. With that, Sevika backed off, nodding to Isha to back off as well, then unwrapped her arm from Jinx’s neck to let her breathe.

Jinx gladly took in her well deserved breaths. Deciding to stay on the floor, she unintentionally invaded Sevika’s space like Sevika wasn't the one who invaded hers, she started to become annoyed, but decided not to comment.

“Gohodness, I will nehever mess with you guys again.. Shit! That was horrible." Jinx finally said, getting up and off of Sevika, thankfully for the older, who also got up as well.

“Yeah, well you better take your word for it, or I'll be the one targeting your stomach, kid." Sevika warned with a poke to Jinx’s stomach, causing her to flinch and cover where she had poked. She gave her a look, until turning to look at Isha who wore that same cheeky smile, never once did it leave her face.

“You're lucky miss space-invader over there is here to hold me back from getting my revenge on you!" Jinx jokingly warned with a finger pointed at the kid, earning a nervous chuckle from Isha. They did their signature handshake before Isha went off to do her own thing like always. Jinx eyed her before meeting eyes with Sevika once more.

“You like.. Completely changed into a new person when you laughed, it's kind of refreshing to hear someone let loose in a fucked up town we're under right now.” Sevika suddenly said, leaving Jinx stunned by her sincere words, and sudden attention. Her face flushed a bit once more.

“Well.. It's hard tryna keep my ego up when both people are attacking me, huh?” Jinx said, poking at Sevika’s side.

“Do you want a round two?" Sevika warned once again, perking up an eyebrow.

" NOPE! anyway, I'll go into town.. You know, Ekko might need me.” Jin said, darting out the Hideout to escape what she started once again.

Sevika only nodded her head from side to side with a chuckle. This kid.

[eye-of-yelough]

somebody stop me from doing the aeryn veilguard run again (don’t. i am going. to have Fun.)

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[peak-dumbass]

Shoutout to the furry transformer fans this one’s for you

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

(end of bad’s Acceptance vod, about 1:48:30)

no but im never going to be normal again. LOOK at this. look. IMMEDIATELY before this he gave a whole miserable speech at the graveyard about how much he misses the kids and how he wants them to come home. He was grieving so hard it started to rain. He cried while he sang to them. It was the perfect end to 5 days of grieving- and then he does this.

and the rain isnt about grief anymore- the thunder isnt a peaceful background to a heartbreaking scene. It is rage. the whole context changes. The storm raged on while he grieved like he raged during the Everything Else that happened (“there are a lot of federation workers on today. I need to interrogate them about some things” he said while he was following forever ALONE to distract him. he knew forever was fucked up and about to put more marriage pressure on him and for anyone else that would have been Terrifying. how could you focus on anything but that? but. bad was thinking about tormenting more federation workers)

i just!!!! its so good. its SO good its so scary its so good. bad hasnt accepted the loss of his children but he has accepted how far he will go to get them back. (he will do anything)

[arctic-hands]

For real tho health freaks who scream about how sugar and salt will kill us all and try to push for restrictions on things like candy and chips for SNAP recipients or politicians who try from time to time to replace food stamps all together and give out Government Approved Staples like bread and peanut butter and Government Cheese are gonna kill a whole lotta sick and disabled people like

Diabetics

POTS sufferers

Hypotensives

People with peanut allergies

People with celiac disease or wheat allergies

The lactose intolerant

People who can't eat solid food

People who are undernourished for any reason and need all the calories they can pack on

So-called "picky eaters" who can't tolerate certain tastes and textures without getting violently ill

A myriad of other human conditions that cannot be neatly tallied into categories because the human body and human experience is vast and infinitely variable

But I don't think ableds really care about us and our health like they like to claim so they can harass us about it, do you?

[stardestroyer81]

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we got an 8-Bit Animaniacs game...