#he might say they’re not friends but dude you didn’t have to go along with him

[happypeachsludgeflower]

The thing about He Xuan changing his form when Shi Qingxuan asks is that, from what I can tell, he doesn’t seem to have changed his personality when pretending to be earth master. Like sure, he doesn’t show his outright hate for Wind Master when pretending to be a heavenly official, but he could have definitely gotten away with saying no to Shi Qingxuan’s demands.

This means that he wanted to please ridiculous friend.

[eilorow]

Horny Hunk - Car

Caden was sitting in his car, exhausted after a workout with his best friend Thomas, who was way more athletic than him, but would always go out of his way to bring him along and give him tips. That sweet attitude might be the reason Caden had a pretty big crush on him, though he would never admit it. Thomas was a chick magnet, and wasn’t shy about it. So, Caden was happy just being his gym buddy, and tried to stop himself from checking him out too much in the changing room.

He saw Thomas making his way to his car. “You’re in a hurry,” he said, getting inside. “Well, I didn’t know your showers lasted 20 minutes,” Caden shot back playfully. “Hey! The girl at the reception was checking me out, so I went and got her number,” his friend replied, showing the little piece of paper. “I see, so you’re just desperate to get laid.” “Maybe you should try, you know, your dream guy isn't gonna just show up, you have to talk to people sometimes,” Thomas said with a smirk. “All right, shut up now, before I leave you on the sidewalk.”

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They had been riding for a few minutes, not saying much, until Thomas pulled out his phone and started admiring himself. He never took pictures, but he did love looking at himself, especially after a workout. Caden glanced to the side as he was styling his hair up and looking into his own eyes; he couldn’t help finding it attractive. “Dude, check out these biceps,” Thomas let out with a chuckle. He was flexing his arms repeatedly, showing his noticeable progress, glistening with sweat. Caden tried not to look again, but couldn’t help sneaking a peek. He loved how big they were, and yet still defined…

“Shit!” Caden thought. He was starting to get an erection, and this was not the time nor the place. “Stop doing that,” he said. “You’re being weird.” “You’re being weird!” Thomas replied. “You’re not even complimenting your friend’s awesome gains.” Caden kept his eyes focused on the road, but felt more and more uncomfortable in his seat. “You should feel them, bro, they’re so tight-” “Stop that! I am not touching you!” Caden snapped, though he was blushing slightly. Thomas grinned even wider, finding his reaction funny. “Come on, man! You don’t like it when I do that?” He grabbed his friend’s wrist and brought his hand to his chest. “Feel that, dude. Real muscle.” “Dude, stop!” Caden was actually getting horny now, and had to quickly turn his flasher on and pull over to the side of the road. “Cade, why are we stopping? I’m just messing with you!” Thomas said, playfully punching him on the shoulder. But Caden wasn’t paying attention anymore. He grasped the arms of his seat, a familiar feeling stirring inside him.

Caden tentatively glanced down at his crotch, and saw what he expected to see: his boner was straining against the front of his shorts, visibly getting bigger. He groaned as his transformation began. His hands widened slightly, gripping his seat even tighter, while his arms started packing on muscle rapidly. He tilted his head back, making a whining sound that slowly got deeper. His throat thickened slightly and his chest widened, better adapting to his large arms. Caden groaned again as he felt himself getting taller and felt his pecs filling up, his loose tank top now barely reaching his waist. A hint of abs, more than he ever had, was peeking from under it. His legs stretched too, his thighs getting bigger and his calves gaining definition. The young man, feeling his feet pushing against the front of his shoes, pointlessly tried taking them off by rubbing them together. He then had to spread his legs apart to make space for his bulge and his growing asscheeks.

Thomas was watching the scene, bewildered, and started getting scared, not knowing what was happening to his friend. At this point, Caden was almost as big as him, if not bigger. He tried exiting the car, but his door was locked. As he tried reaching over him to get to the lock, his friend grabbed his wrist with his right hand, his fingers thickening and strengthening his grip. He brought it down to his chest, and slid it under his tank top, on top of his pecs. “You should feel them, bro,” Caden said in his new deeper voice, smirking cockily. Thomas couldn’t help but admire the two mounds as he felt them ballooning under his touch, growing full of powerful muscle. He looked up at the growing man’s face, seeing his friend’s boyish features hardening into squarer, more manly shapes. A hint of stubble also covered part of his face. At this point, Caden was fully enjoying his transformation. He grunted and flexed his arms as he grew again, arms becoming powerful rods of muscle and shoulders bulging outwards. His shredded 6-pack abs were clearly visible just above his widening waist and remarkable cum gutters. He had to pull his legs up slightly as he grew taller again, his thickening thighs making it somewhat difficult. Two loud tearing sounds could be heard as his feet burst out of his training shoes, now several sizes too small. A third ripping sound was heard as his ass grew into a large bubble butt, tearing his shorts right down the middle and freeing his large erection that was nearing 9 or 10 inches now, by how it was tenting the front of his underwear.

Just as Thomas thought the growth was over, Caden let out an even deeper groan. His neck became incredibly thick, his shoulders broadened to the point where he barely fit in the driver’s seat, and his pecs blew up again. It was a miracle his tank top was still intact; it was stretched out over his chest and powerful back muscles, and his pecs were jutting out from the sides. It didn’t even reach his abs anymore, stopping right above his chiseled 8-pack. His legs, already confined in the small space, lengthened one last time, bringing him easily over 6’6. Below them, his feet finished their steady growth, tearing apart his short white socks. Finally, a last ripping sound was heard as his underwear gave way and his enormous 12-inch jock cock erupted from its confines, pointed straight up, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum. Thomas stared at it, feeling his own erection straining his shorts, almost against his own will.

Cade, the Hunk, horny in an almost feral way, grabbed Thomas by the back of the head and shoved him on his throbbing member. He struggled to even fit the thing in his mouth, because of how long and thick it was, but he started hungrily swallowing and licking it, experiencing the salty taste for the first time. Cade closed his eyes in bliss, pushing out deep moans from his enlarged throat. It didn’t take long before he pulled Thomas off and shot ropes of cum, again and again, all over his dashboard, tilting his head backwards and bellowing out a last groan. Thomas, seeing his friend’s humongous dick spurting cum with such intensity, came on the spot. They both panted, out of breath after their simultaneous orgasms.

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Caden sighed, using yet another tissue to clean the cum off his dashboard. He was back to normal now; it never took him too long. He shot a disgruntled look at Thomas, who still seemed a bit shaken and out of breath. “When I tell you to stop, you have to stop. You understand why, now?” Thomas nodded, looking at the stain at the front of his shorts. “I can’t believe you had to find out about this,” Caden added, annoyed, but blushing slightly. Thomas looked over. “When were you planning on telling me?” he asked. “Never!” snapped Caden. “It’s not the sort of thing I bring up in the middle of a conversation, you know. I don’t tell anyone that doesn’t need to know.” Thomas looked at him again, a smirk on his face. “Well, now that I know… Could we do this again sometime?”

[urmanzack]

head canons of heartslabyul boys having a crush on a gender neutral reader?

Heartslabyul boys crushing on you

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Summary: Short head canons on what they'd be like if they had a crush on you Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Riddle, Trey, Deuce, Ace, Cater Warnings: None! A/N: zero clue how to write trey

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Riddle 🌹

- poor boy

- he'd be SO nervous around you, but at the same time try to look like the cool house warden he is

- ace teases him way too much, whispering and elbowing him obviously whenever you walk by, or straight up waving you over

- trey, on the other hand, would gently encourage him; try to get him to learn about your favourite things

- it’d take a little bit, but if you hadn’t already he would talk to you probably after class, and offer to study with you to get your grades up even if theyre already great

- he absolutely melts at your praise

- riddle just thinks you’re the sun, you’re so gorgeous to him

- definitely stares, and blushes if you notice while hes obviously admiring you

Ace 💖

- ace has been in a relationship in the past (his middle school girlfriend NO IM NOT MAKING THAT UP HE FR GHOSTED HER), but when it comes to you? it’s so much more complicated

- will go on and on to deuce about how much he likes you and why

- tries to be really confident around you to get your attention

- the type of dude to do idiotic things in front of his crush and fall on his ass

- terrified of what you think of him, do you think he’s annoying? cocky?

- will bite someone's head off if they say anything bad about you, even in casual conversation. you know he likes you if he gets annoyed instead of joking about it

- you would have to be friends with deuce, the 3 of you would most likely hang out together

- but on some days you sit with ace under a tree, having your own little picnic

Deuce ♠

- mamas boy

- does his best!

- tries to avoid you finding out he was a delinquent during school, he doesn’t want you to think he’d be a bad boyfriend

- similar to ace, you’d have to get along

- now and then he makes dumb jokes to try to get you to smile

- definitely someone who pines (pining is when you think the other person doesn’t feel the same way)

- befriends you first, friends to lovers fashion

- then would ask you out real casually

- literally loves you so much

- writes letters to his mom about you

Cater ♦

- there’s no way this man hasn’t been in a relationship before, he’s so social!

- he flirts with you 24/7, but it’s hard to tell if he’s joking around or if he actually means it

- likes all of your social media posts, and definitely would stalk your account to see what you’ve been up to

- not afraid to talk to you at all, one day he might come up behind you, wrap his arm around your shoulder and start making conversation as if you’re the best of friends

- very good at hiding he likes you

- but tries to make it obvious

- if you’re oblivious and don't get the hint… he’d just ask you out

- adores taking photos with you

- matching profile pictures, phone cases, bios, you name it

Trey 🍀

- he’s not an obvious flirt, but he’s not shy either

- trey most likely compliments you often, being really casual and calm

- he wants to make a good impression

- “You didn’t eat breakfast? Here, have some candied violets, they’re my favourite.”

- always wishes you a goodnight's sleep and says good morning

- a worry bug if you're late to class

[longtallglasses]

some miwi headcanons just bc ! older ones

i see young mike as kind of loud and not realizing how loud (and annoying) his yelling near people is (ie karen yelling in s1 “mike let’s go!” “COMING!!!”) however he quickly learns not to yell around will, adopting his softer voice for him BUT

in school he’s constantly calling over to will “will come here” “will sit next to me” “will! over here! look at this!” trying to get his attention “will, will, hey will…” other kids are like dude shut up… so many kids know will’s name who’ve never seen him, and mike’s thought of as that kid who’s always calling out for his friend.

i’m an avid rock collector!mike enjoyer. on the playground, in the forest, at the park, at the lake. he’s picking up all the cool ones, storing them away for very important scientific reasons like “this one’s shiny in A Different way!” he sets aside his favorites to show and give to will, very much in the style of a cat bringing a dead rodent to their owner, like “got something special just for you :) a Very Cool Rock :)” will loves how much mike enjoys it and is very excited to receive them, feeling quite special.

will loves stuffed animals (i mean we been knew) when he was younger they all had names and backstories, interpersonal drama and storylines he played out. two stuffed cats he definitely thought of as him and mike subconsciously, as they were best friends. he would act out little dramatic scenes of them running away from some oppressive kingdom, going on an adventure and meeting new friends along the way. … and he may have made them kiss a few times …

obviously small will loved drawing, but i don’t think he was always confident in his skill. after people tell him he’s good he gets caught up in trying to be really good, and gets frustrated when he can’t do something the way he wants. hence crumpled up attempts in the trash mike fishes out. there’s a spell of time where he gives up for a bit and jonathan asks why he hasn’t seen him drawing lately, and will says he doesn’t think he can get any better, it’s too hard. jonathan tells him it doesn’t matter if it’s perfect, he should just draw to make himself happy “draw for the campaigns, your friends think it’s so cool” so will keeps at it focusing on drawing what he thinks him and his friends will appreciate

while watching scary movies in the basement mike and will always held hands under blankets. it started when they were younger and they first got permission to watch a scary movie, they didn’t want to admit they might be getting too scared. during a big jump their hands reached out on instinct and too caught up in the movie they didn’t let go. when it was over they didn’t talk about it, but then it just kept happening every time they got scared. which led to holding hands when upset outside of watching movies. they never really discussed it, it just felt like their little secret thing.

all the boys were nice to holly but will was the only friend who actually liked seeking her out to play w them. (fascinated by a little sister unlike lucas and only-child dustin) mike and will would play games with her sometimes, will thinking she was really cute, and mike thinking it was cute will really liked her. cue karen thinking will is the best influence on her son

i have such a strong image of kindergarten miwi right after they become friends making mud pies together every recess. their teacher scolds them the first few times having to scrub their hands when they come back in. it gets so bad when the recess monitor sees them heading for the dirt they’re yelling “Michael! William! don’t even think about it!” they think it’s so funny to rile them up, they start spreading mud on each others arms “will you need more than that!” they only try to eat it a few times, it does taste really gross. after they’re banned from the dirt, they move to the sand box, it’s only a bit cleaner.

[starsomens]

Mother

I would like to request for a Noah x reader where they’re both friends who are pining for each other.

At one point they were talking about Noah’s hand tattoos and one thing led to another, they both realised the size difference between their hands and they both went 👀👀👀👀😳😳😳😳

MY CHILD!

"Honestly, I really want the next album to progress but I'm really glad the meeting was canceled this morning" Nick sighs as he leans back in his chair. They were currently visiting LA again after traveling. You had asked Noah if he was free to catch up for an hour or two like you all used to before their recent tour.

You had Known Nick for basically you're entire life and you were then introduced to Noah around your teen years. Of course you stuck around for their success, new members and their latest hit album and tour. You had even went on the first half of their tour with them.

“ oh yeah, did I tell you that Y/N is coming to visit after so long?” he informed his friend. “ she should be here pretty soon actually.”

“ oh, so are you gonna finally make your move?” Nicks Eyebrows danced at him,

“ come on, it’s just a meet up. We’re just gonna catch up.” Noah couldn’t help but play with his hands at his friend poking fun at him. Truth was you and him kind of had a little thing going on. A lot of people thought that you would’ve ended up together, but no one ever made a move. There were times where one of you was going to confess to the other, but chickened out last minute. Eventually, you both had kind of ignored it, and just kept being friends.

Oh, and he thought you would’ve felt too overwhelmed with his lifestyle and everything that was going on. You wouldn’t want to settle for someone who is always traveling doing work and writing, and thought it would scare you away. You were one of the most beautiful girls ever eyes and he thought You guys were dying to be with you and you would not settle for him.

You thought that you weren’t enough Noah was an uprising artist, along with the rest of the band, and you thought you were gonna just weigh them down. It didn’t help that Noah was very handsome and it honestly intimidated you into feeling as if you were not pretty enough for him.

Everyone else around you thought you would’ve made a great couple. They found both funny and annoying how long it’s taking you both to realize that you have feelings for one another.

“ I’m telling you you guys guys are running in circles. She clearly likes you and you definitely like her just make your move.”

“ we’ve been over this. I’ve already said it if it-“

“-was meant to happen you wouldn’t feel a certain way when you try to talk to her. I know you say that every time how about you just make a move I promise you dude it is going to work.”

Just before Noah could answer his doorbell ring

“ speaking of the devil herself, there she” side, feeling more anxious than he was before, since the conversation was brought up

“ make your move. This might be your last chance.” And Nick hung up the call, and Noah was face with his fears on his own. He feels his ears, lungs as he pushes himself from his desk and goes to answer the door.

Why am I nervous? She’s just a friend…. It’s not like she would want to be more than that….. even if I wanted it to be

He thought himself as he started to unlock the door. They did you who he would consider one of his best friends but also his secret love. He just wish that he could tell you that.

“ long time no see” you smile up at him just like you used to. How he missed that smile. The way your eyes would slightly squint and how your smile can brighten up any dark day. Oh, how he wished you were his so he could hold you and kiss you and stare at you all day long. Was that weird for him to think about?

“ the same to you look at you really covered in tattoos now” he teased you only seeing about three of them on your arm

“ says the one covered from neck to toe and tattoos all you’re missing or some face tattoos and you’d be complete “ you both give a giggle before he steps aside, and let you .

He watched you as you walked in. The way your hair gently flowed in the wind. Your hips swing with each step that you took.. and that ass . Noah was an extremely respectful person, especially towards women, but he couldn’t deny that you had a great ass on you, and it was one of the features that he really liked on you physically

“ so anything new going on? Aside from resting, of course.” You asked as you popped down on the sofa, making yourself at home as you would usually do

“ oh you know just working on the new album, all that junk. But we got the day off today, so just another day for me to center myself” he sat down close to you

"That sounds really productive and honestly relaxing” you kick your shoes off and fold them underneath your weight

“But tell me about you, you’re the one who’s been traveling and gotten some new ink” he said looking to your new inked skin. Out of all of the friends you were the only odd one out with no tattoos. You had finally gotten one with Nick, and once you left you had gotten one from each state you visited.

“Well, New York was obviously amazing and fluent a great artist for this one,” you pointed to the one on your shoulder “then after went to Virginia, visited some old friends of course and got this one. And finally stopped at Vegas and got this lil cutie” you pointed to a delicate design that wrapped around your wrist and went just about half way into the back of your hand.

Without thinking twice, Noah takes your hands in his and observes the tattoos. Face. You could feel your palms starting to sweat and your heart rate begin to race. You really hope you couldn’t feel how sweaty your hands were getting. You really hope you couldn’t hear how heavy you were breathing all the sudden. You had tried to convince yourself that those feelings were simply just teenage hormones, but now that you say here, again, with him in his living room. Your hands in his as he looked over your tattoos you had realize that those feelings truly did not go away…. However, you didn’t want them to go away either. Something with you hoping he would also reciprocate those feelings.

Then looked up from being much closer to your face than he had thought he was, and he giggled. He struggled to make eye contact with you know that if he did, he would say he’d regret. So, instead, he simply sat there in silence, while you looked at each other.

“They’re um….really pretty..” he said staring at your orbs. Mentally he meant your eyes, but verbally he said. “The tattoos…you found some great artists huh?”

Damn it! That was your chance! Artist? Come on!

“Y-yeah they were great, but compared to yours these are nothing” you blush trying to change the focus of the conversation

"which one is your favorite?" he asks

"I mean it would be hard to chose there are so many..." you chuckle trying not to sound nervous

"well take your pick" he said displaying his arms. You instantly look to his arm covered in a beautiful scarlet from wrist to shoulder. It was your honest favorite. You take his hand in yours as your other hand glides up his arm and trace along the beautiful design. You thought it was one of his best pieces

"this one.." you said softly. You hadn't even noticed he was now holding your hand in his. Your eyes fall down to them as you notice the size difference between you and him. How his hand encaged yours in warmth and comfort. Both your hands lining up finger by finger in front of your faces as your fingers slowly come to intertwine together. His hand lacing with yours nearly perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally put together.

"Y/N..." he called you and you finally snap out of your mind. Realizing the position you were in

"O-Oh Noah I'm sorry I didn't mean to do th-"

"I really like you." he blurts out

"....."

"I think..I've alwasy thought of what an amazing, smart and funny girl…I uh…lost my chance when you left to travel but I want…to want know..if you would- if you! If you feel the same way?” He asked cautiously

“…” you remain silent making Josh very nervous

“…if you don’t that totally fi-“ the poor boy was then shut up by your lips on his. It was 100%, defiantly a yes from you. His hand lets go of your as his arms wrap around your waist and brings you closer to him. You both pull back slowly and rest your foreheads on each others

“…well that took long enough” you giggle whisper

“Yeah…just pissed I didn’t do it sooner” he sighs as he rests you in his lap, feeling at home and comfortable with your weight in him

“Well we’re where now,” you smile “and you can make it up to me of course”

“And how’s that?”

“With some more kisses Mr,Sebastian”

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[hedgehog-moss]

Bird update: Unfortunately I’ve had to say goodbye to my rooster. I quite liked him but if you’ll remember, he was here on probation and after a few weeks of good behaviour he started pestering my hen a lot. She started looking a bit unhappy (huddling under the outdoor table instead of trotting about), then she stopped laying and I thought perhaps she was moulting and it could explain her moodiness and missing feathers, but the pattern of missing feathers seemed to point to the rooster as a culprit. Then he hurt her wing, allegedly (I have no proof so I’m protecting myself from a libel claim.)

On nice days Dru likes to sit and soak up the sun, stretching her wings one at a time, and on a couple of occasions I saw her stretch only her left wing, never opening her right one. I poked her wing gently and she didn’t bite my hand off which was a good sign, but then I picked her up and placed her on a chair, expecting her to jump off straight away like “I never asked you to put me here, mind your own business”—and indeed she jumped but she only flapped her left wing to slow her fall.

I called the vet to ask if it meant the other wing was broken and what I could do, and she was pretty reassuring, saying if the wing was held closed in the right position it would heal on its own—if it were dangling on the other hand I would need to find a little toddler’s t-shirt for my hen to wear, to keep her wing against her body. The vet also said what vets always say—“as long as the animal is eating normally it’s probably going to be fine!” (and that’s the case)

But I couldn’t keep the rooster any longer—even if he weren’t the one who hurt Dru (innocent until proven guilty) it wouldn’t help the healing process if he kept trying to mount her, so I put him in a box and took him back to his natal farm. They weren’t terribly happy to see him again, but well. I wanted to give him a chance but the circumstances (with only one hen) weren’t auspicious and I sort of expected this experiment to fail. Best of luck, rooster...

A couple of days after his departure, Dru lay an egg again for the first time since mid-February, so I think the message was pretty clear!

Also, that’s a tall bale of hay (from a chicken’s perspective) so I’m not sure how she managed to climb on top of it without boosting herself with her wings. Did she fake a wing injury to get the rooster ousted? Pampe would fake a wing injury without hesitation but chickens strike me as honest. I mean they're unrepentant food thieves but they’re upfront about it.

Final bird update: on Friday I managed to get a new hen! I hope having a new coopmate won’t put Dru in a bad mood again and cause another egg strike. The new hen is very young and still looks like a gangly teenager, and she seems quite vivacious and curious, here she is determinedly strolling into her new home:

One notable fact about her is that she doesn’t speak chicken. She doesn’t kot kot like an adult hen, and she doesn’t make the incoherent gurgling sound that baby hens make, either. It’s more like a dissonant quack. I’m not sure what to attribute it to—maybe she was raised near ducks and picked up a foreign language? I might have to call her Daisy if she keeps this up. I tried to record her but she’s pretty scared of me for the time being so she’s all shy and quiet when I’m nearby...

Dru isn’t amused by any of this. New hen tries to follow her and chat with her and gets snubbed a lot. Well, I did hear Dru cluck amicably the first evening when I brought the new hen in the coop, but she didn’t get an answer, there’s a real language barrier here. I hope the new hen learns French soon because right now Dru just keeps running away from her! 

Poor Dru, she lost her good friend and then had to deal with a dude who woke her up every day at dawn crowing as loudly as possible, and now a new roommate who speaks duck. It’s only been two days though; I’m sure they’ll get along eventually!

[totaled-drama]

My thoughts on season 2 so far!!

The episodes are in order but some of the notes might be out of order

Most of these are from when I was still watching it. Some of them are just my thoughts afterwards

Spoilers for episodes 1 through 4

Episode 1

-Everyone’s reactions to the floor opening up underneath them 😭

-The hockey bros hugging :’) I am going to be talking about them a lot.

-Everyone looks absolutely MISERABLE on the dock

-Emma being mean to Nichelle :(

-“Who was that?” “I don’t know.” AJDHSJDHSH

-Ripper asking Axel how she’s been!!! He does not hold a grudge

-Is there going to be an explanation for why Millie didn’t read the guide that Priya wrote?

-Everyone dislikes Bowie but not Julia?

-RAJBOW!!!!!! They gameplanned before the game started :) that’s so nice

-Bowie’s apology and Raj’s face in the confessional ajshsjsg

-Priya is the canon winner!!!!!!!!! omg

-Priya picked Millie :) prillie!!!!!

-Raj hugging Bowie!!!! They look so happy

-Priya and Emma friendship!!!!!

-“Pick Wayne!! :D”

-Wayne tackling them in a hug 😭 he’s so sweet

-MK and Julia alliance omg

-Ripper got picked last :( Nichelle is happy though :)

-Okay so this challenge is just red light green light

-Millie and Priya IMMEDIATELY getting out of the challenge at the beginning

-Chase. Dude. What was the plan there

-“On a dime, bro. >:)” THEY’RE SO SMUG

-Zee having a soda sponsorship is so funny

-Everyone rooting for Emma and not Nichelle :(

-Nichelle won!!!!!!!!!! Yippee!!!!!

-I like that the hockey bros seem to vote based almost entirely on how well everyone did in the challenge. Idk it’s very in-character for them to vote based on that

-SCARY GIRL. WHY DID YOU SAY THAT

-Oh she is not happy

-Bye Scary Girl

Episode 2

-Priya has a crush on Caleb???

-RIPAXEL???????? RIPAXEL IS CANON??????????? WHAT

-Ripper is getting dating advice from Bowie and Raj :’) they are friends!!!!!!

-Ripper’s face 😭

-This challenge looks incredibly painful

-Nichelle high fiving everyone :)

-“Sorry, Coach, sorry :(“

-Chase trying to film a vlog AJDHSJSG

-Ok so the Rat Faces team are going to sweep

-Zee :)

-Damien is facing his fears!!!!!! :) Damien and Millie friendship :)

-Ripper 😭 BUTTER???

-The hockey bros getting stuck ajshsjsg

-“I feel like I’m ruining a romantic moment by being here.” WAYNE. With one line he has managed to completely get rid of any fear of a “Wayne is jealous” arc. Incredible. Thank you Wayne total drama

-Bowie and Julia getting stuck too ajshsjsg

-HE COUNTED THE BEAR

-Caleb carrying Zee!!! That’s so nice. They are friends :)

-Priya and Axel helping Caleb and Zee :)

-Chase does NOT care about the challenge right now

-MILLIE. MILLIE TOTAL DRAMA. WHY DID YOU DO THAT

-DAMIEN 😭😭😭 HE DID NOT DESERVE THAT

-Bye Chase

Episode 3

-Damien :( you did not deserve that

-MILLIE. MILLIE DONT TRY TO JUSTIFY IT

-Damien is SO mad and rightfully so

-MK and Julia are cheating!!!!!!!

-“Ohh they’re making the challenges hard on purpose!!” AJSHDJDDH

-The hockey bros :) they’re so silly in this season

-Oh yeah everyone is definitely mad at Millie

-Prillie :)

-Priya knew about the training guide thing already??? Ok

-Ok so clearly Caleb wants to be in an alliance with Priya, but they haven’t talked about strategy AT ALL so far

-Is Ripper actually going to go flirt with Axel in the middle of a challenge

-“BUT CHEATING IS…WRONG!!!!” They look like they’re going to cry 😭

-The hockey bros high fiving and immediately getting stuck ajshdjdh

-RIPPER AND AXEL 😭

-THE HOCKEY BROS ARE WEEPING

-Damien and Nichelle do not like Millie right now

-Nichelle is a lot more confident now!! :)

-Millie apologized!!!!!!!!! Yippee

-They hugged and immediately got stuck ajdhsjdh

-Damien :) he’s so nice

-MK and Julia are really enjoying making plans together :) idk it’s nice to see them getting along. I think one of them might betray the other at some point though.

-Zee has a raccoon now asfhdfsf

-Caleb having to carry everyone 😭

-Wayne and Raj 😭😭😭 that was the saddest “hoot hoot” ever

-They’re so sad about cheating that they aren’t even happy that they won :(

-Bye Millie :(

Episode 4

-Raj is fishing!!

-Bowie 😭

-Did Axel just break and then un-break Ripper’s nose

-The hockey bros still want to play fair :)

-Oh I like challenges like these!! I like it when we get to learn more about the contestants

-Priya hasn’t mentioned Millie at all in this episode which is surprising. I thought she’d be more upset about Millie’s elimination

-Ok so Emma thinks she’ll do well in this challenge

-“Why are they wearing life jackets?” “For safety :/“ ADFGDGDHD

-Terry’s line delivery is so good

-Raj is first :) he looks so happy about playing fair

-Bowie and Wayne were so concerned when Raj fell 😭

-Zee :) I am worried that he will be eliminated soon but I am glad he is still here

-Wayne looks so nervous about picking the wrong answer

-Emma got another answer wrong

-Nichelle is doing really well this season!! I mentioned before that she’s more confident, but she also definitely seems to still be upset about how Hollywood treated her

-I think Nichelle is going to make it to the merge this season hopefully

-Ripper :)

-I don’t usually like miscommunication plots. I don’t think I like the fact that Priya thinks that Caleb is flirting with her. He doesn’t seem to be flirting with her on purpose, it seems more like he just wants to be in an alliance with her

-MK and Julia still want to cheat but Bowie seems a little more hesitant about it now despite still going along with it

-“If MK’s brain drove a cool car, I’d date it” JULIA

-Priya is tricking Emma into giving them the right answers 😭

-“CYCLONE SPIN CYCLE” ASFHDGDHDG

-THEY’RE SPINNING

-Zee told Emma about the plan and she is NOT happy

-Axel likes poetry!!

-MK :)

-“I HATE RUNNING” AFHDGFGDG

-Raj thinks that Bowie is playing fairly 😭

-Bowie is dancing!!

-Emma’s last question is about Chase :(

-EMMA WAS RIGHT BUT SHE GOT IT WRONG

-Raj hugging Bowie at the end of the challenge 😭 Raj looks so happy and Bowie looks so guilty

-Bye Emma :(

-RIPPER?????????????????? HE WROTE A POEM

-THEY KISSED?????????????????????

-RIPAXEL IS CANON

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi Mamacita🫶🏻 May I request College!Matt x Fem!Reader they’re secretly sleeping together and Matt wants more with her but the only problem Is she’s dating someone else. Her boyfriend doesn’t treat her right but she doesn’t leave him because she’s scared to be alone. She thinks Matt is using her for sex and only wants her because he can’t have her. Eventually they end up together.

hii!! I LOVE stuff like this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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college! Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 1.4k

warnings || little bit of angst with fluff, minor argument

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Your eyes slowly flutter open until the sudden realisation hits. “Shit.” You call out, immediately jumping out of bed.

“You okay?” Matt groggily replies, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he perks himself up on his elbow.

“No— oh, shit.” You mumble, rushing around Matt’s dorm room as you collected your scattered clothing. “Oh my god, I’m so screwed.” Puffing as you dressed yourself.

“Just tell him you stayed over a friend’s.” Matt says flatly, flopping back into the mattress. Mumbling. “Not like he cares anyway.”

“Don’t say that.” You huff, feeling flustered as you paced around. “He gets super controlling when I don’t come back on time— oh my god, and I can’t find my bag.” Sighing as you dropped your head in your hands. “What do I say?” You murmur against your palms.

“I don’t know, tell him the truth?” Matt says matter of factly between a yawn.

“I’m being serious Matt.”

“So was I, the guy’s a dick. It might make him leave you.”

“Why would you say that?” You question, head tilting to the side. Muttering as you search around for your things. “That’s mean.”

“The dude’s an asshole.”

“Well, I like him.” You lie.

A sly smile spreads across his lips. “Yeah, okay.” Laughing sarcastically.

Slipping on your shoes by his door, turning over your shoulder. “Talk about that later, I gotta go.”

“So you are coming over tonight?” Grinning wide.

“No-“ you blurt out. “Like, I’ll call you.”

“Cool, so I’ll see you tonight.” Smirking as he wraps the covers tighter around him.

“No… you can’t see Matt.” You say playfully, rushing over to sweetly kiss him.

Snickering as he clutched his heart. “Ouch.”

“But yes I’ll probably see you tonight.” Smiling as you close the door behind you.

Right now you had to rush across campus to your shared accommodation with your boyfriend, praying along the way that he was too hungover to notice your late arrival.

Slipping in through the front door, slowly stepping along the wood until you’re met with your displeased partner sitting at the bottom of the stairs.

“Where the hell were you?” He snarks, walking away from you and into the kitchen.

“At a friend’s.” You partially lie, placing your bag down to follow him.

“What friend?” He questions as he searches through the fridge.

“What happened in here?” You interrupt, looking around at the mess cluttering the counters. Pointing to the numerous dirty pots and pans. “What’s all this?”

He shrugs. “I cooked.”

“How is it so bad?” You question, your tone full of confusion as you gaze around the destroyed kitchen.

“That's what happens when you’re not here.”

“Pardon?” Your eyes follow his movements. “You’re saying that like it’s my fault.”

“Well, it kinda is.”

“How is my fault?” Eyes squinting at him in disgust.

“It’s kinda your job.” He replies flatly, filling his bowl with cereal. “You’re the female.”

“Excuse— what? Female?” Face contorting as your head vigorously shook.

“Yeah… don’t leave me alone, then.” Spilling the milk over the counter before walking into the living room.

Glaring at him through the doorway. “I’m not your maid… I’m your girlfriend.”

“Good girlfriends look after their boyfriends.”

Sighing exasperatedly. “I can’t believe you right now.”

“What did I say?” Questioning with his eyes glued to the tv.

You didn’t want to answer him, far too frustrated to even say a coherent sentence without wanting to burst into tears. Slamming the bedroom door shut before you slump into the mattress. Earlier on when you said you liked your boyfriend, you were lying. Matt was right, he was a dick.

You always told yourself that you should never settle, and to be with someone who loved and valued you. But all that went out the window when you started to date your boyfriend. If truth be told, you were scared of being alone. You knew that this relationship was tiring and lonely, but you just couldn’t seem to leave.

You met Matt a short while ago when you transferred classes, and ever since then, it was as if you two were attached to the hip, quite literally. Over time you got to know each other and eventually that lead to sneaky sexual encounters. You knew deep down what you were doing was wrong, but it bizarrely gave you peace of mind when you heard your boyfriend call another girl ‘baby’ over the phone. He didn’t know that you were aware of his affair, but then again he didn’t know of yours.

Right now you had to resist the urge to visit Matt’s housing building, you just wanted someone to talk to and Matt always seemed to be there. You felt such a crippling dilemma. You were starting to fall in love with Matt, but he made it very clear to you on multiple occasions that your relationship was strictly sexual. The person you actually wanted to be with, didn’t want you and that stung.

“Why you being such a bitch?” Your boyfriend calls out, stomping up the stairs.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You reply, pretending to be busy.

“How convenient.” Huffing as joined you in the bedroom. “How fucking convenient.”

Ignoring his provokes, you fill your bags with clothing, stashing in everything you might need over the next couple days.

“Don’t do that— where you going? I’m sorry.”

Disregarding his manipulative tactics, you continue to pack your bags, paying him no such mind as you did so. Swinging them over your shoulder, you walk away. “I don’t want to be with you anymore.” You state, looking over your shoulder as you made your way downstairs.

“I don’t wanna be with you. I’m breaking up with you.” He childishly adds.

“Okay.”

Shutting the door behind, you make your way over to the patch of grass on campus. Setting your bags down so you could have a moment to think of what to do next. You wanted to see Matt, but you knew you shouldn’t. He was always such a great listener and advice giver, and you desperately needed that right now.

Fortunately, it was Saturday, and you knew Matt had no plans. It wouldn’t hurt to see him, right?

Pulling out your phone, clicking on his name at the top of your recents and pressing call.

“Called me sooner than I thought.” Matt smugly replies through the receiver. “What’s wrong?” Immediately noticing your uneven breathing.

“Nothing.” You lie. “What you up to? Wanna hang out?”

He interrupts. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Forcing a soft laugh.

“Okay… yeah I’m free, come over.” He responds, his tone full of uncertainty.

-

Knocking on his dorm door, waiting patiently to be let in.

“Everything okay? You didn’t sound good on the phone.” He warmly asks, assessing you as he steps to the side to let you in.

“I don’t know.” You sigh, placing your bags on the floor of his room before spinning around to pull him in for a desperate embrace.

“What’s going on?” He softly presses, gently stroking your back as he hugged you tighter.

“Sorry.” You blurt, separating as if you’ve just realised what you were doing. Laughing awkwardly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be… everything okay?” Lacing his hand into yours as he guides you to sit at the edge of his bed.

“We just ended things.” You meekly reply, eyes glued to the floor. Realising the prolonged silence, you turn to face him. “Why are you smiling?”

Stiffening his face. “I’m not.”

“I’m over here sad and you’re there smiling?” Shaking your head with displeasure.

“No—“ he blurts, placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry you’re upset… but I think this is a good thing.” Shrugging earnestly.

“A good thing? Why- and why would that be a good thing?” Neck whipping around to face him.

“He’s an awful person… and, you deserve better than him.” Sheepishly smiling. “You deserve someone that appreciates you… I do. I appreciate you.” Sweetly gazing at you.

“You’re just saying that.” You reply, nervously laughing at the thought.

“No, I mean it.” His eyes soften as he caresses your hand.

“Why are you saying this?” You question, not yet sure of his motive.

“You deserve to be told that once in a while. You should feel loved and valued, he wasn’t treating you that way.”

Nodding at him to continue, noticing his parted lips.

“I want to make you feel that way.” Wryly grinning as his thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “… because… I love you.”

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Storm of Havoc

AvA Going Back Au, part 5

Notes: Thanks for the waiting and the support

<3

Oh boy imma lose my wrist soon jshsj

Enjoy!

"Alan!" Chosen roared at the top of his lungs, his rage mixing with the unstoppable smoke streaming from his lips. He threw his head back, releasing a massive burst of flames that engulfed part of the colorful stick house, along with several apps.

His chest heaved, eyes stinging... but with what exactly? When the last flame flickered out, he shook his head, his calloused hands gripping his obsidian locks in frustration.

Then he stopped. He looked at Alan like a deer caught in red lights, and without a second thought, he launched himself at him, attacking wildly.

All his pent-up emotions since the showdown.

All his sacrifices.

All his hard work.

And yet he still felt the need to *fight.*

And it was never *enough.*

Why?

Why...?

Alan reacted just in time, dodging Chosen’s attack by moving his cursor to the side. He was confused, unsure why Chosen was suddenly so violent.

Second tried to yell for Chosen to stop while the others looked on in fear. It wasn't enough that they'd almost been deleted just weeks ago; now, Chosen was attacking them too.

Blue rushed to Second’s side as Chosen continued to wreck the computer in his attempt to strike Alan. This destructive nature had never been directed at them before—not from the one who had supposedly saved them from that fate.

Alan tried to type, but his words were literally thrown back in his face. His fruitless attempts to communicate only lowered his guard, and suddenly, a powerful blow sent him crashing to the other side of the desktop. It reminded him too much of their first fight. Awfully similar to when Chosen was only power and destruction—or at least that’s what Chosen had felt like.

Second just stared in shock, watching Chosen violently confront Alan. Why are they fighting!? Didn’t Chosen help Alan before? Why is he acting like this? Second knew they couldn't possibly fight him, even together. So he straightened his posture and quickly gathered the others, whispering desperately about what to do.

"He's out of control, just like that red stickfigure was before!" Green said frantically, glancing nervously at Chosen. His defenses were up, ready to act if Chosen came even a millimeter closer. The showdown hadn’t been long ago, and they hadn’t forgotten.

Yellow, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, intercepted nervously, "Chosen looks like he’s having some kind of breakdown. Maybe he doesn’t realize what he’s doing."

Blue shared his concern, his grip tightening on his friends. The soft wool of his clothes dragged him back to reality, to what mattered. He had to remind himself constantly: 'They're not in danger. They’re okay. Chosen is simply upset. Who hasn’t felt like that before?'

Right?

Then why were they shaking?

Why did they feel threatened again?

Only the muffled screams of Chosen towards his creator can be heard, until someone exclaimed.

"I'm scared, guys"

Red finally voiced what they were all feeling, his eyes wavering between his friends to find some kind of agreement, he watched as Chosen battered Alan's cursor, while Alan desperately tried to contain him in every box that Chosen melted with fire.

Second was about to protest, but Red continued, louder, "It's not like he owes us anything! What if he tries to kill us, just like his crazy friend!? Didn’t you ever think about why he was with him in the first place? Didn’t Alan say they were friends a long time ago!?"

"Shh, dude! He might hear you!" Green hastily shushed him, leaning closer to whisper. "All we know is we have to stop him now! Before he wrecks our home! Or probably kills Alan!"

Second couldn’t take it anymore—the frantic whispers, the fear in their eyes, and the violent crashes of programs being torn apart and thrown by Chosen, along with the flickers of orange and red flames consuming their house. He had to do something, *anything.*

"Chosen!" Second called out from beneath the fight, only to be quickly held back by Blue, who pleaded with him to be careful. Yellow rushed to his side as well, trying to convince Second not to make them the target of Chosen's destruction, before finding a reasonable solution.

Chosen snapped his head to look at the orange stickfigure, his gaze sharpening. Crimson eyes met flickering emerald ones, full of confusion and concern. Second shook his arms, trying to catch his attention as he said aloud, "Stop! Why are you doing this!? The fight is done! There's nothing else to fight for now!"

Something inside of Chosen finally reacted... *Nothing. Else. To. Fight. For.*

Those words stung as if they were seared into his mind. His flames began to flicker, and he lost balance, shaking his head furiously. Second noticed this immediately—maybe it was actually working!

This was their only chance.

Blue yelped as he lost his grip on Second, who quickly started climbing closer to Chosen to talk to him. Green and Red rushed to catch him, but he was already up, climbing over broken pieces of websites and the desktop.

Second could feel the heat searing his skin, the flames licking dangerously close as if warning him to stay away. But he didn’t move back. His eyes were locked on Chosen, whose emotions seemed to pour out in every destructive blast—anger, confusion, a deep, aching hurt that manifested in the relentless devastation around them.The very air seemed to tremble under the weight of Chosen’s emotions, vibrating with a palpable tension. The desktop, once a familiar and safe place, now felt like a battlefield, where every breath was thick with smoke and the promise of more destruction. Second stood amidst the chaos, feeling the oppressive heat, the choking smoke, and the raw, untamed power that threatened to consume them all and itself in the process, that's why he had to stop him, he had to—

"Wow!" Second exclaimed in shocked as he nearly fell when his feet slipped, causing his friends to panic and try to position themselves to catch him. But Second regained his balance with determination and continued his climb, reaching for Chosen.

"Chosen!" Second said desperately. "Stop this, please! I don’t know what we did wrong, but we didn’t mean to!" Second could feel the heat of Chosen’s flames and the smoke swirling around him, burning the ground and the desktop, consuming everything it touched into ash. He coughed a little, yet his determination grew. He took a steady step forward, saying, "Chosen! This is not who you are! You have to calm dow—"

Suddenly, Chosen looked up.

Red, crimson eyes were the last thing Second saw before he was struck by a powerful ray. Second lost his balance, his frame burning as his mind went foggy, and he fell.

Gasps and panicked voices called out as Second plummeted, only for Alan to catch him and gently click him to the ground. Surrounded by his friends, the angry red marks on his skin were painfully evident.

And just like that, something inside Chosen snapped. Those marks looked exactly like Dark’s when he terrified these kids.

And those angry red marks, they haven't even scarred properly...

What is he doing?

He was supposed to watch over them.

Not to hurt them.

Guess he wasn’t supposed to be a hero, huh?

Just a weapon.

A challenge.

And what a tough challenge he was.

He wished he wasn't so difficult to deal with.

Turning the very ground he stood on into a battlefield.

Turning his own hand into a sharp dagger.

Turning innocents into victims.

Turning friends into enemies.

He's standing right Infront of the internet icon, it's taunting him, dragging him by his burning feet.

He succesed to make the portal open

He steps into it

And so he fled.

To go back to where it all started.

[morningberriesao3]

MWMD - Hold Me Close

Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve can't keep living on Wayne’s couch. So Eddie makes him an offer.

Word Count: 4K

Chapter: 3 of 6 CHAPTER LIST

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use.

Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending

Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’

MAY 18th, 1986

Steve continues to walk around the trailer with a pained look on his face, stretching and popping his back, kneading at it with his fingers, swallowing Tylenol with his morning coffee. And he continues to refuse to go back home to his own bed.

“Seriously, Munson. Not another peep from you.”

Eddie has been trying for the last half hour to convince Steve that he’ll survive overnight on his own. He’s rarely in pain anymore and he has some pretty good drugs from the doctor that he can pop if it becomes too much (although he’s been frugal, storing most of them in his little metal drug box because prescription pain meds can go for like, five bucks a pill).

“Your back has been fucked up for days, man.” Eddie puts his hands on his hips and briefly thinks about how he’s been spending so much time with Steve that he’s now adopting his mannerisms. He switches to crossing his arms over his chest instead. “You’re literally in worse shape than me now. Go home.”

Steve sighs, shrugging his vest for Family Video on overtop of a pink polo. He kind of looks like a lollipop that Eddie wants to lick. “Can I level with you, dude?”

Eddie isn’t expecting the look he receives from Steve. Up through his lashes, soft, maybe a bit embarrassed. Definitely a little timid. Eddie nods.

“I don’t really want to go home.” Steve watches as Eddie takes in the information. He furrows his brows a bit, because who wouldn’t want to go back to a four-bedroom, two-level, mini-mansion with a swimming pool, to slum it on the ancient couch inside of a cramped trailer? “I know it’s like, a lot to ask. If I can stay here. I just – this feels like home. More than my place ever did.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“But I can leave if you want me to. I know this was supposed to be – um – temporary.”

“No,” he says slowly, squinting his eyes at Harrington like he has fine print written on his face that might give Eddie more insight. “You’re telling me you want to be here, and not at your place? Not just to like, take care of me?”

Steve nods, chewing on his lip on one side.

“Why?”

Steve raises his shoulders and lets them drop back down. “I don’t get along with my parents.”

“Shit, really?”

Eddie knows all about that. He left the home he used to live in with his folks to move in with uncle Wayne. Of course, it was because they had figured out that Eddie was gay when they saw him kiss another boy on the cheek on Valentines Day. God forbid. Eddie didn’t know it was wrong at the time, but he sure figured it out pretty quickly when his parents shamed him about it everyday for the next year. He was sure Steve would never have to deal with that, but yeah, he knows what it’s like to have shitty parents.

Steve just kind of shrugs it off, like he’s marinated with the idea for long enough that it no longer phases him. “Yeah. But, like I said, I don’t want to be a nuisance or anything.”

“You’re not a nuisance.” Eddie feels kind of bad, if he made Steve feel unwelcome by trying to get him to go home. He just assumed that he’d want to leave and was taking pity on Eddie by staying. But who was he to say no if Steve liked it better in the trailer? “You can stay as long as you want, man. Wayne likes you here. This place has never been in better shape.”

It’s true. Steve has made it a bit of a routine – cleaning and patching holes and painting on his days off. Things that neither Eddie nor Wayne cared about or were capable of fixing. It was another thing that Eddie just assumed was pity, but he’s starting to learn that maybe it’s coming from a different place entirely.

Steve perks up, a bashful smile playing on his beautifully full lips.

Shit, not that Eddie is like, staring at them or anything.

“Yeah?” he asks, nudging Eddie a little too hard in the arm with his fist. Ex jock. Underestimates his own strength. “Like roommates for real?”

Eddie subtly rubs his upper arm. “Like roommates for real. On one condition.”

The excited expression wipes away from Steve’s face and is replaced by one of skepticism. “And what is that condition?”

“You take the bed.”

“No,” says Steve simply, quickly, shaking his head and grabbing his keys from the counter where he leaves them. “Nope. Nadda. Not a chance in Hell.”

“Harrington!” The trailer door swings open and slams shut behind Steve’s ridiculous (perfect) mousy brown hair before Eddie can even get a word in. He runs to unlatch the door, fumbling down the steps and onto the sharp gravel where he dances around on bare feet. “If you say no you have to go home!”

It’s an empty threat. Eddie would never kick Steve out – make him go back to his parents that he obviously doesn’t like – even if he wanted to couch-surf for the rest of his life. But Steve doesn’t need to know that.

“Well, that’s not happening,” Steve says, rounding the curve of the driveway to his shiny BMW, which sticks out like a sore thumb next to Eddie’s rust bucket that he calls a van. “I’m still a guest and I refuse to kick you out of your own goddamn bed. So I guess I’m going home.”

Eddie bristles. “For fuck’s sake, dude. What’s it gonna take?”

“You could offer me all the money in the world –” which Eddie finds hilarious because Steve already has it, “– and I still wouldn’t kick you out of your bed, Munson.” Steve folds himself into the driver’s seat of his car, turning the ignition and cranking the window down to smile up at Eddie. “Should I move out tonight, or do I have a grace period?”

Eddie knows that Steve is playing along. They are both stubborn in their own way, so arguing will probably be counterproductive. Perhaps a compromise is better.

“What if we share?”

The offer slips past his lips before he realises that – fuck – that’s really weird. He only has a double bed, which means there’s not much room. And even if there was – even if he had one of those California Kings that he’s only seen in magazines – guys don’t just share beds platonically.

He opens his mouth to retract his offer, or maybe, somehow, turn it into a joke.

But Steve always has a way of surprising Eddie. Of making him nervous beyond compare. Of making him regret the things he says, and in this case, offers.

“Yeah, okay,” he says easily like it’s the most normal suggestion he’s ever heard. It makes Eddie’s eyes bug out from his face. “I want the side closest to the door.”

Steve’s window is rolled up and his car is backing from the driveway before Eddie’s coherent enough to form a response. Mostly because he never in a million years imagined himself sharing a bed with Steve Harrington (well, he imagined it, but he never thought it would come to fruition). Partly because, perfect, he likes the side closest to the window anyway.

It’s almost alarming how quickly Steve accepted the offer. No rebuttal. No counteroffers. Just a simple yes.

It’s enough to cloud Eddie’s mind with questions like ‘what does that mean?’ and ‘what did I just do?’ as he frantically strips his bed and washes the sheets and the blankets. He even puts the fluffiest pillow on Steve’s side (oh God, Steve has a side), because he’s nice like that. Also because the flatter pillow is about a decade old and Eddie doesn’t want Steve’s face pressed into the place he’s been drooling his whole life while he’s trying to sleep.

Well, fuck, maybe he does?

Steve only has a five-hour shift, and Eddie spends the entire time cleaning his mess nervously, like Steve hadn’t been in his room that very morning, wading through the piles of both dirty and clean laundry on the floor. He clears out the top shelf of his dresser because Steve has been living out of a suitcase and it was about time that ended.

It all feels very domestic. And a little embarrassing, because he didn’t think the first time he moved into a single bedroom with someone he’d still be under the same roof as uncle Wayne.

None of that really matters though, because Steve and Eddie will only be sharing a bed in the most innocent sense of the phrase. There will be no canoodling. It’s kind of sad, but it’s the only fact that keeps Eddie from having an actual panic attack.

Two bros, sharing a bed. As they do.

Maybe it would be easier if Steve had never seen Eddie naked. If his fingers had never grazed Eddie’s junk. Maybe it would be easier if Eddie hadn’t been squeezing the shit out of the soft flesh that covers Steve’s hips just a few days ago. If he didn’t explicitly remember exactly what that felt like. Maybe it would be easier if he hasn’t gotten into the habit of panting Steve’s name right before he comes, in the very bed they’ll now be sharing.

For actual, literal, Christ’s sake.

He just hopes that he doesn’t do something stupid in his sleep, like try to make out with him or something. If that’s even something people accidently do in their sleep.

Every thought Eddie has ever had leaves his head when he hears the slam of Steve’s car door outside of the trailer. It’s impossible that it’s been five hours, but when he looks at his alarm clock, he’s proven wrong.

He can’t help but wonder if maybe it’s all too much – that it’s weird he cleared out part of his dresser and made up the bed as nice as he could manage. But there was no going back now.

“Hey, man,” Steve says as he swings open the trailer door like he really does consider it home. “What’s that smell?”

Oh, another thing. Eddie sprayed his room down with lavender fabric refresher. It’s supposed to help you sleep, and Eddie feels like he might need all the help he can get in that department. Maybe then he won’t stay up to stare at Steve all curled up next to him.

“Nothing. Uh, just laundry detergent.” It’s kind of the truth, so it works. “How was work?”

“You know, stressful as always. Rewinding people’s returns is really taxing stuff.”

“So I hear. I don’t know how you manage, day in and day out and day in…” Eddie drones on dramatically. “That’s why I’m – what do they call it? – an entrepreneur. Totally self employed, baby. Short hours, all profit –”

Steve snorts as he unpeels his banana. “Yeah. You’re rolling in the dough.”

“I do well for myself!” Eddie snaps, mocking offense. “Plus, I don’t have to pay taxes on my income.”

“And that’s not even the most illegal part about it.” Steve cocks an eyebrow.

“C’mon, Harrington, live on the edge a little bit. I’m sure Mr. Reagan will live without my yearly input of fifty dollars and ninety-two cents.”

“Stick it to the man!” Steve shouts, jabbing his banana in the air and twisting it like a knife. It’s actually kind of hot. “Right?”

“You’re learning,” Eddie says, trying to hide the fact that he’s flustered over fruit weapons. Steve could wield anything and it would be attractive. Like a frying pan, or a brass candelabra. But using his bare hands (and teeth) in the Upside Down was arguably the hottest thing Eddie had ever seen. It was that moment that really sealed the deal for him. When his crush from junior year turned into something a bit more… real.

“So, I was thinking,” Steve starts, rustling through a bag that Eddie hadn’t even noticed he’d carried in. He pulls out a VHS tape – “Critters. It looks dumb but I think you’d like it.”

He inspects the front cover, littered with little monsters with sharp teeth and bold, red lettering for the title. “That’s kind of insulting.”

“You like dumb movies.” Steve shrugs. “Like Labyrinth, and Rocky Horror –”

“Do not slander Tim Curry!” This time, Eddie’s offense is a little bit more genuine. “He’s sacred and I will not stand for it in this house.”

“Whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Anyway. I thought we could watch this really amazing looking movie, and order in Chinese or pizza or something?”

Eddie pretends to think about it for a minute. “Did you bring snacks?”

The bag rustles again as Steve does more digging. He holds out a couple packages of candy. “Twizzlers and M&Ms.”

“Popcorn?”

“There’s already some in the cupboard.”

“Hmm.” Eddie scratches his chin. Steve rolls his eyes, waiting patiently for Eddie’s obvious answer. “You got yourself a deal.”

“Cool,” Steve says, heading to Eddie’s (their?) bedroom. “Wow, dude. You can see your floor.”

Eddie blushes and shrugs it off as coolly as he can manage.  

Steve turns to him, pointing to the badly made bed. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

It’s not shocking to Eddie how obvious it was that he dejunked because of their earlier conversation. He kind of wishes there was a little bit more mystery in it, but he probably hasn’t tidied since 1984, so why else would he have done it today? “It needed to be cleaned anyway.”

‘Cleaned’ is a very loose term for what Eddie did, but at least it’s leaps and bounds better than it was when he woke up.

“It looks good.” Steve throws himself onto the bed that he’ll be sleeping on tonight (with Eddie, oh my God). He kind of rolls to the centre of it where it’s sunken. It’s an old mattress. “Smells good, too. Lavender?”

“Yeah.” Eddie chews on his lip, staring at how big Steve looks on the double mattress. All sprawled and consuming. He wonders how they’ll both fit on there, and it dawns on him just how close they’ll have to be.

Not that he minds, like, at all.

“That’s why,” Steve says in a way that makes it seem like he’s answering a question he’s asked in his head a million times. Internal and without explanation. It makes Eddie a bit nervous, like maybe he should be embarrassed about something if Steve’s been thinking about it.

“That’s why, what?”

“Why you always smell like lavender,” he explains, tucking his arms behind his head. “I always thought it was an oil or something, but I never saw one in the bathroom. But it’s just your bed.”

“I smell like lavender?”

“Yeah. When you don’t reek of pot and menthols.”

And the warm feeling that Eddie was experiencing is gone.

“Shut up,” he says, kicking at Steve’s foot that’s hanging from the end of the bed. “Are we watching the movie or not?”

That’s exactly what they do, popping popcorn and tossing it in a ridiculous amount of melted butter and salt. Eddie holds the bowl in his lap and each time Steve reaches over for a handful he can’t help but let his mind wander a little bit. Not that he’s a pervert or anything. It’s just been a really long time since another guy has been reaching into his lap for any reason. A really long time, as in a couple of years, and even then it was just the once.

They pause the movie halfway through when the food is delivered, which is fine because the movie is shit. But Steve’s right, it’s shit in the way that Eddie loves. The way where he’s laughing instead of jumping at the scenes that are meant to be scary.

Either way, he’s smiling by the time the credits roll and so is Steve.

“It was like Gremlins, but less scary.”

“Less scary?” Eddie asks. “You find Gremlins scary?”

“They’re pretty scary, dude.” Steve gets up from the couch and stretches, exposing a strip of skin that Eddie definitely doesn’t stare at. “Why do you think I call the kids gremlins? Terrifying.”

Eddie snorts at that, pointedly making eye contact instead of letting them drop lower (again). “Those brats are worse than any horror movie.”

“You’re telling me,” says Steve, picking up the empty dishes from the coffee table and carrying them the short distance to the sink. He washes them quickly, then dries them, and places them back into the cupboard where they belong. If it had been Eddie, they would have been left in the sink until the morning, or maybe until the next afternoon. If Steve stays much longer, Wayne is going to expect Eddie to start upping his game. “Bedtime?”

Eddie checks his watch and it’s only just past 9pm. But Steve looks at him so expectantly that he finds himself nodding. And truthfully, there are way worse things that laying next to Steve in his bed before he falls asleep.

They do their normal routine, brushing their teeth and their hair. Steve uses a fancy cleanser on his skin that he forced Eddie to never tell anyone about (“I have skin problems if I don’t use it, okay?”), and Eddie just uses a bar of glycerine soap. The cheapest kind from the general store. Maybe that’s why Eddie still gets pimples on his chin at the ripe age of twenty.

When they get to Eddie’s room, he can’t help but stand awkwardly and wonder what the hell he’s supposed to wear to bed. He’s usually a boxers only type of guy, but Steve has always worn sweats and a t-shirt when he’s sleeping on the couch. Eddie doesn’t even own sweatpants, but he might have a pair of PJ pants that he got from Uncle Wayne one Christmas shoved to the back of one of his drawers. They have a pattern of little frogs playing guitars and that’s just fucking embarrassing to wear in front of a guy like Steve Harrington.

He doesn’t have to wonder for long, because Steve starts stripping himself down to a single layer. Eddie averts his eyes as heat radiates into his chest and cheeks. Maybe now it would be extra weird if he just wore his boxers to bed. Since, like, Steve was already doing it.

“It’s nice to finally ditch those sweatpants,” Steve says, kicking his jeans ungracefully from one of his feet. “It gets unbearably hot at night.”

“Yeah. I mean, you could have – you didn’t have to –” Eddie struggles to find the right words. “No one would have blamed you for ditching them, man.”

“I know. It would just be a little awkward to have my junk almost out in front of your uncle.” Steve points to his crotch as if Eddie doesn’t know what he’s talking about. And when he does, Eddie’s eyes flick downwards.

Who can blame him? Steve just drew attention to it.

And yeah, his dick is clothed, but he’s only wearing these tiny tighty-whities that really leave, like, zero up to the imagination. Eddie can see the angle that Steve’s dick is resting at in his briefs. And he can tell that he’s – well – he’s circumcised. And even though Steve’s dick is soft, it’s um. Ample. Thick. And – and…

Jesus Christ.

Steve crawls into Eddie’s bed – the side closest to the door, with the fluffy pillow. “You good?”

Eddie’s brain is moving about as fast as a sloth in sand – meaning not very fast at all. So he says, “Act cool,” aloud, because that’s what he’s thinking. And then he smacks his palm to his forehead and says, “I mean, I’m cool. I’m all good,” like that might fix his blunder, even though it very much does not.

“Well, cool.” Steve says, smiling. “Are you gonna stand there all night, or are you coming to bed?” He pats the comforter next to him.

Eddie squeaks a noise that really doesn’t sound like him at all. He resents his vocal chords for betraying him at a time like this. He strips down to his boxers and is really thankful that they’re a lot looser than Steve’s briefs. Because he’s slightly chubbed, and Steve had seen his dick enough times that he’d know.

He crawls into the sheets, trying to keep a healthy distance between him and Steve. But Steve is fucking manspreading onto Eddie’s half of the mattress, so his thigh and shoulder ends up pressed against Steve’s skin anyway.

It’s not helping his little situation. His dick kicks up disobediently. Thank fuck Eddie is under the cover of a blanket.

“Geez, man. Move over,” he says, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he likes it a little too much.

“I can’t help it!” Steve wiggles a couple of inches away, but not enough to stop himself from touching Eddie. “Your bed is small, Munson.”

“Would you prefer a king-sized mattress for the king himself? I’m sorry you must reduce yourself to a double, my liege. How will you survive?”

“Shut up, man.” Steve smacks Eddie. Eddie smacks Steve right back, a little harder. “Ouch! It doesn’t matter anyway. I can’t control where I end up once I’m sleeping.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m a cuddler.”

“You’re telling me that now?” Eddie pretends to be horrified, even though the thought of being cuddled up next to Steve is admittedly wonderful. “That’s it. I’m retracting your invitation.”

“Too late. Are you big spoon or little spoon?” Steve asks, but before Eddie has the chance to respond (which would have been a load of bullshit, because how is he supposed to know when he’s never been cuddled?), he says, “Doesn’t matter. I’m always big spoon.”

“Does that mean I’m gonna wake up to you plastered on my back?”

Steve shrugs, making the sheets under Eddie’s ear crinkle. “Better get used to the idea now.”

They banter back and forth like that for about an hour before Steve’s eyes get heavy and he finally gets consumed by sleep. Eddie stays awake for another couple after that, reading a few chapters from Return of the King (for the nineteenth time).

He only wakes up once that night, and lo and behold, Steve is wrapped around him like a koala bear. Only Eddie isn’t facing away from him – they are chest to chest. Nose to nose. More importantly, they are dick to dick. One of Steve’s legs is hiked up on top of Eddie’s, which is lodged between Steve’s thighs. Steve is pinning him down with an arm securely circled around Eddie’s shoulders. Their goddamn noses are touching. Steve is breathing into Eddie’s mouth, and it takes everything inside Eddie to refrain from sticking his tongue out to taste Steve’s lips.

But Eddie would like to reiterate that he is not a pervert.

Instead, he readjusts the best that he can (because he definitely has a boner that is definitely pressed up underneath Steve’s cock). It doesn’t help much, so he tries his hardest to keep still. Because each brush of Steve against his dick, however light, sends a thrill into his core that makes him impossibly harder than he was a minute ago. And if Steve wakes up, if Steve feels Eddie pressed into him, nearly nestled between his glorious thighs…

So Eddie practices mindful breathing. He lets himself fall back asleep after twenty excruciating minutes, still with an erection that he can’t force away. Because really, it would be rude to move out of Steve’s grasp and wake him up from such a peaceful looking slumber.

And if waking up like that becomes another strange habit over the following days – weeks – Eddie isn’t going to mention it. Of course he’s not.

Because neither is Steve.

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

Going to give you a challenge to do a family friendly(ish) ficlet 😇

3 with the white house trio, you can decide who's in trouble 😂 x

TAYLOR!!! i met the challenge and kept this bb family friendly(ish) lolz

hope ya like what i did with this one - i had planned for more of june and nora but alex got in his head when they wouldn't stop laughing at him

Alex is, quite frankly, fucked. June and Nora are lying on the foot of his bed laughing, and he really wants to kick them out of his room. But he also really wants them to stop laughing because he needs his big sister and best friend to help him. Someone needs to tell him how he didn’t realize he wanted the Prince of England to be not just his best friend but his boyfriend, but his boyfriend. He knew he would do anything for Henry. He just didn’t realize that meant also wanting to kiss him senseless when he was upset by yet another asshat that had treated him like shit so that he would stop feeling sad.  He’s a month from graduating from college. He should have already had any revelations about his sexuality that he was going to have. Well, he’s never been the best at conventionally doing things, so why should this be any different? Since that first day, Alex met him as a freshman, Henry has always been a part of his life. At first, Alex thought it was going to be as his ‘archenemy,’ but then June told him he wasn’t cool enough to have an archenemy and that maybe he should give him a chance. After all, Henry was one of her best friends, and if Alex couldn’t get along with him, well maybe he would need to make some other friends. She had no plans to give up time with her friends for Alex to be an anger-pent-up fool. It hadn’t taken long for Alex to see the real Henry, and well, he couldn’t help if he usurped all of the rest of the Super Six, as they now call themselves, as Henry’s best friend. It was inevitable. After all, he was, objectively, the one who was the coolest of them. Well, he’ll admit that’s probably not the case, but the point of it being inevitable still stands. Summer before Alex’s sophomore year, when Henry was looking for a roommate, he had jumped at the chance not to be stuck in another dorm room with another crap-tastic roommate. Especially considering if it had happened, he would most likely be at Henry’s all the time anyway. They might as well cut out any potentially crappy roommates altogether. The first couple of years, neither of them seemed to date, and the amount of time they spent, as Nora called it, ‘practically in each other’s pockets’ didn’t allow much time for anyone else. This last year though, Henry had seemed to be on a mission to work his way through every ‘slimeball’ in the city. Alex didn’t understand what had changed—when his company became not enough, and why Henry couldn’t stop dating all the dudes that just made him look sad when he was with Alex. The look that June had sent him the first time he had said that months ago should have made him think more about why he was thinking that. Needless to say, he hadn’t, and now here he was post my-best-friend-slash-roommate kissed me, and I kissed him back, and now all I want to do is kiss him more. Henry had fled, of course, he had, and Alex had called June because he was also predictable. Now, here he sits, just wanting someone to tell him how to make this all right. He refuses to lose what might be the best thing in his life. He just needs to figure out how to convince Henry that they’re perfect for each other.

this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather, they'll all be there as they get written

this is part of a pair and goes with it's henry complement

[yangtaros]

jeno x female reader fluff

soulmates start to feel dizzy when they’re apart for too long until they kiss

part 1 part 2 part 3

you woke up the next day stretching your limbs while yawning. you got up to open the curtains to let the beautiful sunlight in. while walking to the bathroom you felt blood rush to your head, you couldn’t see properly. you hurried near your bed so you could fall on a soft surface. once everything settled you closed your eyes. what was that?

you came to the conclusion that you got up too fast. you slowly got back up and walked to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

giselle:wanna tour of sm today?

y/n:sure what time

as you figured out the details you wondered if jeno would be at sm

giselle:in like two hours i have a schedule to finish

y/n:see you there

when you got out of the shower you felt light headed.

*********************

“and one two three four five-”

“i’m sorry can we… take a five” jeno gently interrupted the choreographer, “this dance is tiring”

“jeno we’ve been dancing to we go up for years” jisung tells him.

“for some reason it’s taking all my energy”

“dude are you okay” mark asks jeno while haechan hands him jenos water bottle.

“thanks guys yeah i’m okay” he drinks the water “im actually not even thirsty it’s more like im kinda light headed i don’t know”

“like…dizzy?”

he nodded

haechan jumped for joy, “meet anyone new lately?”

“no” he thought of you but he didn’t want to get his hopes up “i think it’s the dance”

“no jeno you met y/n last night” renjun corrected.

“yeah but it’s not her she hasn’t texted me about being dizzy or anything”

renjun shrugged.

“who is y/n?” mark asked

“giselle’s best friend”

“ohh”

*********************

“and this is where we record our songs” you walk with giselle along the hallways of sm.

“hold on you’re walking too fast”

“you’re walking too slow” giselle turns to glance at you, “are you okay?”

“not gonna lie… kinda…a little… dizzy”

“jeno!”

“no it’s not jeno he would’ve said something… i also didn’t eat that much this morning so it might be that”

“okay”

“continue the tour” you say leaning on the wall before getting yourself steady to walk.

“i have a granola bar in my purse” she said while getting it out to give to you. you started to eat it as you got on the elevator.

you both got off the elevator, “see i’m already feeling better already”

“i’m very glad” you both started to walk down the hall, “this is where our practice rooms are. i’m not sure who’s practicing right now, but we can show go in this empty one”

you began doing a silly dance infront of the wide mirror not feeling dizzy, “i actually feel so much better i guess food was the reason”

giselle joined you in the silly dance, “you know how important breakfast is y/n”

*********************

“-seven eight. one two three-”

“you seem much better” haechan said to jeno while doing the steps

“yeah i told you it wasn’t a soulmate thing”

“would’ve been cool if it was though” he said.

taglist @luvrboyjeno (comment to be put in)

part 3 coming

[justalittleobsessed]

How Mike and Mikey Came Up with the Perfect Prank

Mike (@justalittleobsessed) has ideas for pranks, okay? Ones that he needs help with. Good thing that Mikey (@spacemimz) seems like a willing participant in the chaos that Mike wants to cause.

AKA

How Mike and Mikey come up with the most sophisticated and mature prank you've ever seen

Part 3 in "The Adventures of Mike and Mikey"

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“Ok Mikey, I’ll admit that I was wrong.” Mike tells his younger friend, shaking his head in disappointment. “You see, while being a fashion designer gave me much joy, it was in the end a big fat lie. I didn’t think there could be anything better than that at the time. Then. Then.”

Mike grins, stopping his pacing. This. This right here was his calling and he made a bluff by saying anything else was. How could he make such a mistake with what is happening now? How could he be so foolish as to not tell the future and see what was going to happen? Why did he have to get immortality and not something like premonition? It would’ve totally changed his outlook on previous events.

Whatever. My true calling is here now.

He rubs his hands like an evil villain would in a cheesy spy movie, following it with a matching laugh. “There have been rumors, Mikey. Rumors that are proving to be true. Want to know what it is?” Mikey chirps, urging Mike to continue. “Everyone is going to prank the counselors. That’s right. The greatest pranking event of our time is underway and we all know that I am a master pranker.”

Pulling out a notebook from his belt, he fans through the pages, waving it around this way and that. “This is our key to the best pranks ever, my orange friend. And I want your help to do it.” He opens up to a specific page. A great page. A perfect page one might say.

A perfect prank for me and Mikey. Absolutely beautiful. Well-crafted. Amazing.

Shoving the open notebook into Mikey’s hands, Mike points to an idea in the middle of the page. “What a masterful prank, amiright?”

Mikey’s eyes furrow, looking at the three words Mike pointed too. They’re underlined, bolded, and circled. His friend stares some more. Then he snorts, something that Mike hasn’t ever heard him do before, rolling his eyes. He looks at the page one more time, then back at Mike, nodding.

“Right? Perfect.” He grabs the book back, shoving it into his belt once again. “So it’s maybe a little childish – but then again when aren’t we – but it’s a classic. And it always works. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten my bros with that stupid prank. You think they would figure that one out, right? But nope. The key is to invent lies that are just believable enough for them to look. ‘Made ya look’! I say, then I steal their candy.” He pauses. “Ok well the candy one is mostly at Halloween and Christmas, but the point still stands.”

He plops down in front of his friend who’s already lounging on the ground, putting his hand on his chin in a poor imitation of “The Thinker”. It needs to be good, he knows. But not too over the top, right?

Mike knows these counselors are getting beat on, and he already has some more elaborate pranks set up (him and his twin are moving that along quite nicely) and so this will not only be something small, but something that requires a lot less thought.

“The beauty is in the simplicity,” He continues, and Mikey nods along seriously, “Which is why we need to make it funny, but not crazy.”

Mikey chirps, grabbing his attention as he tries to think of the perfect thing to make the counselors see. He reaches for Mike’s notepad and pen, so he hands them over, getting excited at the look on Mikey’s face. “You got something cooking there, dude?”

He flips to the final page not filled with prank ideas (or just the final page of the notebook), and scribbles something out quickly. Then he hands it back over to the older turtle.

“…a crab?” His friends nod enthusiastically, pointing at the crab and then back at himself with excited chirps. “Oooooo you wanna dress up as a crab and prank them?”

That’s an awesome idea. I knew there was a reason why this little dude was so cool. Well. Other than all the other reasons of course.

“You are a genius. We can swing that, totally. I’ll lead them to you, right? Then,” He snickers, and Mikey follows with a chirp that sounds oddly the same, “Then you’re just there, dancing around in a stupid crab costume. That’s perfect. Love it. Now,” He eyes the box of leftover fashion material from his designer days, “Let’s see about making you that crab costume, huh?”

Pranks with all my friends. This is literally a dream come true.

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 1: Maize / Maze

Dean stumbles in the dark and nearly faceplants into the nearest wall of corn stalks. Swearing under his breath, he dusts off his hands and glances around in case anyone saw.

Nobody did, of course, because he’s in the middle of the Corn Maze, AKA the lamest attraction at the harvest festival.

Dean still felt like a little bit of a shit for giving Sam such crap for finally getting the balls to ask Jess on a date. It was his older brother prerogative to keep Sam’s ego in check, but Dean probably should have made sure they were alone before he got started. 

Next thing he knew, Mom was rounding on Sam, asking if she was coming to dinner after, what her parents were like, if she was the Jess Sam mentioned months ago that he swore to Mom was just a friend.

So when Sammy shot Dean those puppy dog eyes over Jess’s head after twenty minutes of festival games, Dean was all too happy to skedaddle. He left them heading to the Ferris Wheel.

The Corn Maze was on the other side of grounds, so Dean figured that would give Sam enough time to get his gross tween make out on.

But Dean hadn’t factored in that it was a fucking maze, and he’d emptied half his flask while playing third wheel to Sam’s lame G-rated date. Apparently his sense of direction took a nosedive along with his sobriety. Who knew.

He groans, squinting up at the stars overhead. He must be far from the fairgrounds, since the light pollution is minimal, and he can make out the Big Dipper shining clearly above him.

He’d already tried busting out the compass on his phone, but the app did jack shit since Dean had no idea where the exit was. He could make it to the northernmost corner of the maze no problem, though. Super helpful.

Still, he trudges north. At the next fork, he takes a right, trips over something in the dark, and almost falls to the ground again before he catches himself. He scans the immediate area again, in case anyone witnessed his most recent embarrassment. 

But this time, someone is standing just ahead, thankfully not looking in his direction at all.

Dean recognizes that silhouette, the riot of dark hair, the gentle slope of that nose. Hey, it wasn’t like he was going to spend all of chemistry staring at his Bunsen burner, after all.

“Cas!” Dean says loudly in surprise. He subtly runs a hand through his hair to make sure it’s not sticking up in any weird directions from his multiple run-ins with cornstalks.

Castiel Milton, Dean’s current lab partner and president of the astronomy club, jerks around at the sound of his name, his blue eyes widening.

“Hello, Dean,” he says once he’s recovered. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Uh, me neither,” Dean says, ridiculously thankful for the darkness surrounding them that’ll hide his reddening face. Just what he needs, for Cas to see him hopelessly lost and half drunk in a goddamn corn maze. He scrambles for something to talk about, to keep Cas here with him. “Uh, stars, right?”

He’s such a dumbass.

But, to his surprise, Cas smiles. “They’re especially bright tonight. It’s mostly why I came into the corn maze in the first place.”

Dean nods along eagerly. “You gonna use them to navigate your way outta here, I guess, Mr. Astronomy President?”

Cas’s mouth opens and closes without a sound. 

Dean narrows his eyes – is Cas actually blushing?

“I – well, that was what I intended to do,” Cas says in a small voice, “But reading about celestial navigation and actually doing it are, in fact, very different things.” He grimaces. “Can you lead me to the exit, by any chance?”

Dean chuckles. “Dude, I’ve been lost for the past thirty minutes.”

“Oh,” Cas says, his shoulders slumping. 

“But I got something that might help,” he says, reaching into his jacket. Cas blinks owlishly at him as Dean waves his flask in front of his face. “How about it, Space Race?”

Cas swallows. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” he says tentatively.

“That’s the spirit,” Dean encourages as Cas takes the flask from him and swigs it back like a pro. “Woah,” Dean says, pinching it out of Cas’s grip. “Who knows how long we’ll be stuck here. Gotta ration the goods, buddy.”

Cas grins. “‘We’?” he echoes.

Dean licks his lips. “Two heads are better than one, right?”

“That is how the saying goes,” Cas says solemnly. He lifts his chin, his eyes scanning the constellations overhead. He sighs wistfully, shivering. 

Well, that is a problem Dean can fix.

He shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over Cas’s shoulders before Cas can protest. “Seems like you’ve been out here longer than I have.”

“I can’t,” Cas says, biting his lip. “Won’t you get cold?” he asks worriedly.

Dean, warm from the company and the whiskey in his stomach, just winks.

Cas freezes. “We should go this way,” he says, taking off into the darkness, but not before Dean catches the wide smile on his face.

The search party finds them two full hours later, flask empty, lips swollen, lying under Dean’s jacket like a blanket that barely covers them.

After Dean drops off Jess and Cas at their respective homes, Sam wakes Mom up at 1:30 in the goddamn morning to share the news.

[kennyomegasweave]

Some random Only Friends thoughts about the characters and the relationships so far because this show is kicking my ass. I’m OBSESSED.

Boston. He's just so pathetic. He's been turned down THREE TIMES now for repeat dick and still he persists. Girl stand up. But I have so many questions for him. Why is he like this? Why does he have beef with Mew? Why does he clearly find Ray's massive unrequited crush on Mew funny from his own glass house? Why does he even want Top again so badly? He was turned down before the show, so it can’t just be because of Mew. Is it because Top was the one to top? Because in every sex scene he’s had so far he’s a shitty rough top, but we all know he’s gonna be bouncing on Top’s dick in that car next week. The only time I feel he was sincere was when he said he’s cool with hanging out with Nick outside of sex, but I can’t decide if it’s because he actually likes Nick’s company or if he just likes keeping around his toy that’s hella into him.

Boston continually having sex with Nick and calling him one of his favorites is such an asshole thing. It's giving Ritsu banging Masumi all over the apartment while saying I love you, then saying "oh we were never dating, if that's an issue, we don't have to do this anymore." Just an asshole move. Though at least he let Nick know they’re not dating, but it's not a good thing to keep fucking someone when you know they have feelings for you and you do not have them. Time will tell if Boston will regret his actions in regards to Nick or not.

Nick. Right now, he’s just a poor little meow meow, but I honestly don’t know what he was expecting. Boston is a notorious slut. He also hasn’t lied to him about where they stand. The closest he got to lying is saying Nick is one of his favorites, but I’m not sure that’s actually a lie. Nick is obviously one of Boston’s favorite toys right now because he keeps going back, but I don't think Nick understands that being Boston's current favorite doesn't mean much. Nick really screwed himself choosing anything when Boston gave him the option of fuck buddies or friends with benefits when he clearly doesn’t want either. I’m intrigued to see where living with Sand is gonna go.

Mew. Mew’s going to regret the game he’s playing with Top when he catches real feelings. I think Mew thinks he’s a master manipulator. He acknowledges Top may only be with him because he wants to bang a virgin and says he’s wondering how long he can make Top stay without giving it up, but if the confessionals are to be believed as true, he clearly thinks he’s changing Top. And, in his defense, he might be kinda? Top isn’t getting along with the majority of his friends but Ray’s not going to like anyone Mew dates because it’s not him and Boston really isn’t a friend, let’s be real. Cheum and Mew really seem to be the only friends there and Top and her are getting along swimmingly. I loved him asking Top when he was gonna go home after making him put his new table together and then banishing him to the couch. That’s right. Make him work for it. And, if Boston wasn’t the shittiest friend, Top might not have cheated on him so I can’t even say making him wait was a bad game to play. 

Top. I still can’t read this man. Outside of my pettiness at him wearing tucked in polo shirts and dress pants & shoes while he’s a 22 year old man in college, there’s really not anything to be mad at him for so far. The public ‘be my boyfriend’ was shitty, but Mew let him know that, checked him, and humbled him. I'm not going to say he cheated in that shower cause he really didn't look all that willing. He didn’t touch Boston back once, he literally rolled his eyes, and flat out told him no. I’ve seen a shower scene in another show get called sexual assault when the other dude gave more of a positive reaction than Top did. So it’s interesting how that’s not being discussed. Obviously he has sex with Boston next week, but as of now, he’s turned Boston down THREE TIMES and yet Boston won’t leave him alone. It’s sad. I don’t know for sure if his tragic backstory is true, but I can’t see why he’d lie. It didn’t even get him in Mew’s bed. Plus in the trailer we saw him taking hella pills while sad and sleeping pills can be used in attempts, so I mean…

Ray. He definitely has a drinking problem and his friends all know. He was drinking from a flask in the morning and all Mew did was say “a flask again?” Plus him saying it’s just a little bit to start the day. Oh baby boy no. He has a sad backstory with his dead mom and I feel for him. He stalked Sand all day because he’s clearly interested, but I don’t think he really even knows it yet because he’s still so hung up on Mew. He really said the heart and dick are two separate things and, while that’s such a fuckboy thing to say, it's true for him because right now his heart wants Mew and his dick wants Sand. At some point he’s going to have to reconcile with that and I already know it’s gonna hurt.

I don’t think it’s a good idea for an alcoholic and a dude making his own alcohol to be anything. It’s like how I spent 1.5 years drinking for the cheapest cost ever when I had a thing with a bartender (I did something like 20 shots and had 4 other drinks on my birthday and only spent $12 that night). It’s great in theory, and you can even have real feelings, but it’s terrible in practice. lol

Sand. Oh Sand. I really feel like he’s gonna catch feelings and he knows it, but I also think he knows Ray’s gonna be the one to make it an issue. I admire him getting cockblocked by Ray yet still getting laid that night. I don’t really know why he’s hanging out with Ray. I get the money aspect, but I don’t buy that being the only reason. He clearly sees something in this drunk spoiled ass, but I don’t get it yet. Sorry buddy. Maybe him and Nick can comfort each other when shit hits the fans and leave this whole friend group alone? lol

In conclusion, I'm loving this show. It's beautiful.

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Alright, this might take some explaining, but basically this is just like an idea for an au I had based on my friend’s description of the premise of a show she and her mom are watching that I just decided I need to cross over with Cookie Run. Also I liked the premise

I’ll give you the rundown of what she told me right quick. Oh, also disclaimer, I don’t actually know what the show is called, nor do I know the names of any of the characters, since she didn’t tell me, as well as I believe the fact that she didn’t know how to translate the names into English

So basically, our main character is this prince who got exiled from his kingdom for being part of a rebellion. On his way leaving the kingdom, he gets accosted and loses all his magical items (I’m guessing the kingdom was either magic or divine in some way, I don’t remember if she explained), and basically is now stuck at the level of a normal person. So the prince ends up opening an inn in the mountains. Business isn’t the best but he’s getting by. Anyways, one day, a group of thugs comes in and basically demands the prince (he’s hiding his identity so no one knows he’s a prince and think he’s a regular dude, but I don’t know his name, so I’m calling just him that) lets them stay in his rooms, feed them breakfast (and I assume dinner) and basically do their bidding or they take him out. The prince says something along the lines of “you aren’t even worth a single thread on my jacket” and basically refuses. The thugs attack but it just so happens another traveler was at the inn at the time, and they use their martial arts to take out all the thugs, though in the process the inn gets destroyed. The traveler basically says their work here is done, but the prince is like “um no, you destroyed my inn! I can’t pay to have all this repaired, I don’t have that kind of money! You gotta pay for all of this!”. Now see, the traveler is going to this special tower (I think there might have been a tournament there?) which has something at the end of it. We don’t know what the traveler wants from the tower, but they want something. The traveler says to the prince that they’re going to this tower for a tournament and there will be a monetary reward, and once they win they’ll pay the prince back. The prince decides that they’ll go along, saying it’s to make sure they’ll actually keep their word and not run out on their debt (though my friend said that the traveler’s martial art school was known to be reliable and trustworthy, so he could trust them, it was for some other reason that they decided to join that I can’t remember). So yeah, the two set out towards this tower

And so yeah, in my brain as she was explaining this, I was connecting this to Dark Choco, and here we are. So in this au, Dark Choco takes the role of the prince (unsurprisingly), where after his banishment and losing all his stuff (I’m assuming that includes the Strawberry Jam Sword), he sets up an inn somewhere and one day meets a traveler by the name of Peach Cookie, and after an altercation that leaves his inn trashed, Peach promises to pay him back with money from this tournament at a tower (the only tower I know is the Tower of Frozen Waves, so maybe it’s there? But I don’t know much about that tower either), and Dark Choco, a bit suspicious, goes along with her, and they’re off on an adventure together towards this tower

Oh, or maybe this tournament has to do with that competition mentioned in Tiger Lily’s Golden Warrior costume? The one about the Temple in the Sky? Maybe it could be that instead, so it ties in more with actual Cookie Run stuff

Oh and as for the designs, I just wanted them to wear less conspicuous things (also Dark Choco might have lost his armor so he just has regular clothes), since I imagine they’re trying to keep a low profile. But maybe I should have drawn Peach Cookie in her normal outfit, that probably still would have worked. Unless au things change her backstory or something, I haven’t worked it out

I don’t know where this would go, but I thought the premise was neat and wanted to draw it. Also I just kind of want to see these two interact

Anyways yeah, I hope you enjoy the idea at least, even if there’s not much to look at

Edit: The show is called The Blood of Youth