#he really is a brick wall sometimes and doesn't give much up

[rosiesriiveters]

Rosie at the flak house is like... he's compartmentalising... he's holding it together, but he's scared that if he stops, actually stops, he won't be able to get in the saddle again. That if he actually thinks about Munster, then he won't be able to stop thinking about it.

It's Rosie keeping to himself almost the entire time he's there, watching from afar - watching his men laugh together and cry alone - but just that, watching, and never with them. It's Rosie not sleeping, it's Rosie and this underlying sense of dread of how the hell he's going to get back in the plane.

Then - it's Rosie's conversation with the doctor. Rosie's the drummer, and yes, he has to keep his own beat, but he has to keep everyone else's beat too. If Rosie's rhythm is disrupted, then his crew's rhythm is disrupted. And it's only then, that pushes Rosie to pull up a chair and sit with and comfort his crew at the flak house.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: Being partners with Kick-Ass is far more intimidating when you have a huge crush on him, especially when he won't stop talking about his crush.

Prompt: hurt and comfort - "I'm so sick of pretending like everything is okay."

here you go, my darling @lavieenvalentina! ily! seeing you in my notifs always makes me so happy!

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

The night is humid and hot and nothing seems to be going your way. 

First, your costume had shrunk in the laundry making the middle feel three sizes too small. Second, it had been drizzling outside and now your hair is frizzy, and third—your partner, Kick-Ass, has been going on and on about this girl Katie from his high school. 

You know Katie. You've deduced you go to the same school. She's all sugary sweet on the outside, but she's been casually teasing you since middle school, which is something you can't exactly tell him considering your identity must remain a secret. 

It doesn't help that you don't know who Kick-Ass is either. Hell, he could be one of the stupid popular jocks for all you know and then you'd so feel silly.

"And her hair is so silky and smooth, I wonder how she—" Kick-Ass continues as you walk, grinning like an idiot. You don't know how much longer you can take this agony, but you try and listen to him anyway.

"You okay?" he asks after more rambling because he can now sense you aren't listening. 

You pause, stopping at a crossroads and then you turn to him. "I should go home, there isn't any crime happening," you say, needing some time alone and away from him. 

"Did I say something wrong?" he asks, his voice low and hoarse. It's the tone that makes your cheeks feel warm and your heart flutters uncontrollably. Behind his mask, his bright blue eyes shine and he's looking at you like some poor puppy who can't understand why his owner won't give him a bone. 

"Don't look at me like that," you say, taking his arm and pulling him into a small alley. 

"Like what?" he sounds genuinely confused as he leans against the brick wall. 

"Like a damn wounded puppy!" you exclaim, throwing up your arms in exasperation, "As if I've kicked you or something stupid. Why do you always have to act like the one who's hurt when all you do is hurt me?!"

The words tumble from your lips.

"I hurt you?" he whispers, his concerned expression obvious even with almost his entire face covered. "How? I thought we were friends. You're the best damn friend I've ever had."

"You don't know me," you interrupt him and fiddle with the latex of your glove, "not really." 

"Well, I could know you," Kick-Ass says, sounding very determined. "You're the one who doesn't want to know me. I've told you a thousand times you can trust me. I've even told you my name."

Your eyes widen at this revelation. "What? When?"

"The first week we met, you never told me yours but whatever," he shakes his head and then outstretches his hand, "Here, I don't mind. I trust you. My name is Dave," he says casually.

You suddenly click all the pieces in your head and your smile drops.

"Dave Lizewski?" you whisper, suddenly recognizing his voice. Of course, how could you not have recognized him? You sit next to Dave in Pre-Calculus every single day. Dave hangs around with Katie all the time. You look him up and down.

His eyebrows crease. "How did you know that?" he asks suspiciously.

You think, screw this, and untie your mask from behind your head, letting it drop into your hands. You look up, almost afraid of his reaction.

Dave's eyes widen and he stutters out your name, the syllables stuck in his throat as he processes that it's you.

He didn't consider you a friend at school, but you always helped him in Pre-Calculus when you could so he liked you. Plus, you're gorgeous and he can't deny that before Katie Deauxma, he'd thought of you in inappropriate ways—sometimes he still does.

His cheeks burn bright red. 

"It's you," is all he can muster.

You shrug and look away from him. "This is so stupid," you say and then turn to him again, "We're so stupid for not knowing. I mean, we talk all the time."

Dave pulls off his mask. Luckily no one is walking around this dinghy alley to see you both. Your breath catches in your throat at seeing Dave, his hair messy and stuck to his skin, his glasses abandoned and dressed in his Kick-Ass suit. 

You start to laugh. You aren't laughing at him but at this absurd situation. 

Dave doesn't take it like that and he scrunches up his nose. "Are you laughing at me?"

You shake your head and look at him seriously. "No, I'm laughing because if I had known waking up today that the boy I have a crush on was none other than Dave Lizewski from Pre-Calculus—I think I would have pinched myself."

Your words sink and Dave's eyes widen until he looks almost scared. "What?"

"You know Katie thinks you're gay. That's the only reason she's your friend," you interrupt. You feel the need to tell him, like jealousy and pure venom is slipping from your mouth. Is it mean? A little, but you think it's time someone should burst his bubble.

Dave frowns, your previous statement slipping his mind momentarily. "I know that," he tells you, defensive. 

"Then why on earth do you have to go on and on about her all the time?"

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was inconveniencing you, Y/n," he snaps without hesitation, crossing his arms.

"Well, you are," you snap back, glaring at him and looking at him like this, knowing who he is, makes this a thousand times harder.

If Kick-Ass did turn out to be a stupid, meat-head, jock then this would be so much easier. Only he isn't. He's Dave Lizewski  and Dave is sweet and he's funny and he's brave and—

"I'm so sick of pretending like everything is okay," you blurt out and bury your face in your hands. 

Dave is quiet for a moment until he walks closer and pulls your hands down so he can look at you. "Okay, listen, can we please rewind for a second?" he asks, "y-you said you have a crush on me."

You shake your head and warmth spreads across your cheeks. 

"You did," Dave insists. 

"Doesn't matter, it's stupid."

"It does matter," he says and his hands cup your cheeks, hair falling and tickling his wrists as his mask hangs from his hand. "It matters because you're lovely and kind and I really like you." 

"Not the way I like you," you counter, "you like Katie Deauxma." 

Dave winces and he can't argue. His feelings don't just magically disappear, although he can admit that for some reason—after seeing you in this light—something inside him shifted. Something he can't explain right now.

"Y/n, you don't know me either," he tells you honestly, "you may know Kick-Ass a little, and you may like him, but you don't like Dave."

Not yet, you want to finish but you don't. You keep your mouth shut. He has a point.

"Just don't talk about her anymore, will you?"

Dave smiles a little, nodding his head. "Okay. Promise," he looks into your eyes, his gaze flickering to your lips. 

He has a really strong feeling he won't need to talk about Katie anymore. 

tags: @earth-elemental18

[zomb-rabbit]

Rabbit

Rabbit I'm begging you to do stalker headcanons with Mh or EMH guys (you don't gotta ofc! But w o ah)

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AAAA IM SO HAPPY U LIKED THEM !!!! I WAS RLLY HAPPY W HOW THE TOBY ONES CAME OUT :)))) also,,,, watch me hit u w ALL the guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (nsfw can come later if u wish fishy, i skipped it cus this is alr a super long post BFJSJFNJS) (also i got to use my rainbow dividers i have saved up cus there's so many ppl YAYYYYYYY)

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Stalker!Brian Thomas / Hoodie / Tim Wright / Masky / Evan Myers / HABIT x gn!reader headcanons :)

Brian ;

ok we know Brian likes to record

so expect there to be at least one camera on you a majority of the time

sometimes he'll leave it in a tree or placed just right behind a fence post, zoomed in on your bedroom window so he can document you and your routine even when he's busy

he's so thoughtful 😸😸😸

definitely the type to perfectly curate a "meet-cute" for the both of you, writing down the coffee place you stop off at on mondays for a pick-me-up, the stores you go to that have your favorite brand of something, he calculates his every action with you long before it's happened.

he knows what he's doing is wrong, but unlike Toby, he's not exactly ashamed of it. if anything he likes the added excitement that you could still find him out

this is one of the times him and Hoodie kind of blur together a little bit, both in morals and actions

Brian is fully willing to do whatever it takes to keep eyes on you and to keep you under his thumb and his alone; it doesn't matter who gets in his way

Hoodie ;

also a big fan of recording, but tends to get much more risky with it

likes the feeling that you might catch a little camera that's nestled in between some trinkets and books or a pile of blankets you keep on your couch

he is a creepy creeper . he wants to watch EVERYTHING

gets his feelings hurt when you close your curtains cus you feel eyes on you (you're right, but still :(()

it takes a lot to deter him from doing everything in his power to keep watch over you

he's not even sure of his own motives, really. sure, he wants to keep you safe and make sure no one else is watching you, but most of the time he's just there to watch.

you're like a doll to him, something to entertain him.

Masky ;

this isn't even part of this i just wanna say the vibe for stalker Masky (and just him in general tbh) for me feels a lot like the intro to My Meds Aren't Working by Dystopia . very slow, calculating, stuck in your own head but still zeroed in on one thing

and it's you ofc !!!!

i think Masky is one of the more scarier guys to have stalking you on this lineup honestly. hot? yes absolutely. terrifying to see constantly out of the corner of your eye, sitting at the bus stop outside your job, standing in the parking lot of the gas station by your apartment complex and staring up into your window? YES VERY

he's haunting. he doesn't go up to you, will go completely brick wall at you if you try to come up to him, and you can never tell what emotion is going on behind his eyes. the few times you've walked closer to him, likely on the street in the earlier stages, he looked hungry. like he was waiting and watching for your guard to be down to do something.

if he knows you'll be out, he'll get into your house to steal some of your clothes- likely your underwear (creepy crawler) and a sleep shirt

you will never see him without the mask on. point blank. not to smoke, eat, anything. he is not human or himself when he's around you; he needs to absorb everything about you.

i don't think of him to be the type to film you, would rather be there in person 24/7. it feels more personal to him.

Tim ;

one of the few guys that feels guilt about what he's doing- he knows how scary it is to feel watched all the time. how awful it is to find out you were right.

he’s embarrassed of himself; he’s prided himself on being stoic and independent for so long that this sudden urge to love you and watch you and know you gives him waves of shame

watches from afar, would definitely try and avoid letting himself get too close to you in person. he’s ashamed of it, but he can’t help himself- he needs you, even if at a distance. 

steals clothes you’ve slept in so he can try and satiate his yearning to be close to you without actually needing to be so vulnerable, with you or anyone

his near dependency on you reminds me of It Will Come Back by Hozier, his obsession is fed by breadcrumbs from the few in-person up close encounters he’s had with you. smiles when he comes into where you work, nervous little waves when you catch him looking at you at the store, soft 'excuse me!'s when you pass by him

you drive him up a wall (lovingly)

Evan ;

Evan feels guilty, but for the ‘wrong’ reasons

i say ‘wrong’ because he’s more concerned with you inevitable introduction to the whole Habit mess, not with the morals of stalking and obsessing over you

despite his guilt, he can’t get enough of you. his persistence rivals Brian's; it’s almost immediate that he tries to get you with him

latches onto you for fear of you leaving- honestly less of a stalker and more on the obsessive side. not good at keeping his hands to himself. 

you might be one of the only cases where he tries to bargain and/or work with Habit, in an attempt to keep you safe or keep you near him out of desperation if you're not listening to him when he tries to convince you to stay with him essentially 25/8

touchy obsessive little critter . give him what he wants before he goes sicko mode (being 10 feet away from you at all times)

Habit ;

does not hide himself AT ALL

will actively be letting you know he's watching

seeing him behind you in mirrors, rabbit motifs everywhere, a random blood splatter in plain sight that no one else seems to see.

he watches, he knows, and he learns

what things make you the most paranoid, all the ways he can slowly introduce himself in a more. friendly light to get you to trust him. to love him.

he's what's best for you, whether you like it or not. it just might take some time for you to get there

ironically for him, think 'The Best Is Yet To Come' by Frank Sinatra. it's just a matter of time before things get so much better. for the both of you, of course!

[nyxiswrites1200]

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒎

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, OOC(?), Implied Age gap, p in v, fingering, praise, pet names, size kink, nipple play, oral sex, body insecurities, aftercare

Mentions: Reader is a single mom, Reader is implied to be younger than Toji, Pet names (mama, darling, daddy)

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AN: So, this is my first Toji fic mostly because I wasn't a fan of him but fine he's hot 😮‍💨 so please don't shit on me if this is bad.

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Sometimes it really was too much. You wouldn't trade your kid for anything in the world. You loved your child, they were everything to you. However, ever since your ex-boyfriend left about a year ago, things haven't been easy. 

It was hard to find any time for yourself. Even years after pregnancy, you were still suffering from some mental struggles. Between work and raising the kid on your own, there wasn't much time to take care of yourself. 

Toji had recently moved into the apartment building. Only a few doors down from you. He didn't take much notice of you until you bumped into him one morning, quite literally. 

Toji was heading to the elevator so he could go to the gym on the first floor. Meanwhile, you were heading off to work and dropping your kid off at daycare. 

Your head was overflowing with thoughts. You were thinking about the bills and what to fix for dinner, along with the small amount of sleep you managed. You felt overwhelmed with embarrassment and almost disappointment in yourself when you bumped into the brick wall that is Toji. 

“Oh god, I'm so sorry” you quickly said as Toji met your gaze. 

He took in your appearance. From the color of your eyes to your figure, even noticing the weary look on your face. 

There wasn't much you could say for yourself. That one coincidental meeting turned into ‘good mornings’ when you left for work; they turned into him knowing your kid’s name, and eventually you hired a babysitter to spend your night with Toji. 

“Hey mama” he smirked as he let you into his apartment. It was cleaner than you expected. You didn't really know how to act around Toji sometimes. His presence took up so much space, and just his aura alone was dominating. You didn't know much about Toji, but a part of you didn't want to know too much. You already felt your emotions were out of line with Toji. The simple act of him placing his large hand on your lower back made your skin warm. 

The both of you ended up watching a movie on the couch. Which eventually leads to Toji listening to your rambling.

“I'm just so fucking tired…” you sigh, rubbing a hand over your face. “Between work and my kid, and my bastard ex leaving” you groaned with annoyance. You weren't sure why you were telling him all this, but you needed a vent so badly. 

“Mm, the bastard left you alone with the kid?” Toji rasped; he knew he wasn't a perfect parent. You didn't know that, however. But Toji knew how young your kid was, and he's met enough women to know it wasn't easy for you. Plus, the postpartum depression of any child birth is hard to conquer. 

“Yeah” you sigh in response. “Everything was fine in our relationship; I don't know why he changed like that…”. 

Toji did feel a little insincere when it came to you. He wanted to be honest, but he didn't know if that would do either of you any good. At first, he did just want to sleep with you, but now? He felt infatuated. 

“People change, it’s hell but it happens” he responds. Toji places his hand on your thigh and rubs it gently. “But you didn't deserve that, darling” he comforts. The action sends a familiar feeling to the space in between your thighs. 

A part of you gives into reason and thinks you should leave, but Toji must have noticed. “Let me take care of you. You work so hard, mama. Just let a real man take care of you” he rasps. He needed you, and you wanted him. 

“I don't much remember how to let someone…take care of me” you sigh but Toji doesn't mind. “Let me help you remember” he smirks. 

Toji leans in close, and you respond, giving him the silent answer he needs. He kisses you; he’s firm and a bit rough. But you kind of liked it. 

Kisses turn into making out, tongues tasting one another, and then his hands slip into your panties. Pulling away from the kiss leaves a trail of drool connecting your lips to his. “So wet, mama. Just relax for me, I know how to take care of pretty things” he rasps and you don't bother to question him. 

Toji’s fingers toy with your clit. You moan as your hands grip his broad shoulders. “Fuck- Toji~” you can't help but moan; you were so sensitive ever since having your kid. “Good girl, doing good for me. Nobody’s been paying this pretty pussy any attention?” He chuckles lowly as he finally just takes off your panties. He needs to see it—see how slick you are and how your walls tighten. 

“No” you whine “Nobody pays attention to me, I’m not as good looking since I had a kid” you admit. Well, your ex told you that. Toji doesn't believe it, if anything; knowing this now only makes him want to fuck your pussy full and show you how ‘unattractive’ he thinks you are. 

“Let me show you how fucking sexy you are, babe” 

You writhe beneath Toji on his bed now. He is two fingers deep in your pussy as he adds a third. A pathetic moan leaves your lips as you grind into his hand while he fucks you full of his fingers, down to his knuckles. 

“Ahah- Toji- Oh God~” you moan out loudly, only hoping maybe your neighbors aren't hearing. Especially your babysitter. You swear you didn't hire them just to go fuck some older man, even if it was happening now.

“So pretty, mama. Tightening around my fingers, making such a mess…” he smirks as he watches your pussy clench around him. The messy squelching sounds from how wet you were only made Toji’s cock ache. 

“Toji- I'm gonna cum..fuck~” you moan out, your head tilting back into the pillows. But your pleasure was taken away just as quickly as it started. You let out a pant as you looked at Toji with a pathetic whine. 

“Don't start, I'm not gonna leave you. Just need that pretty pussy sopping around my cock. Want you to squirt all over me, mama so I can lick your cunt clean after.” He smirks, his words almost being enough to send you over the edge. 

Toji frees his cock from his sweatpants, and it's fucking huge. More than you ever took, but fuck if that didn't have your cunt tightening around nothing. He’s painfully hard, with the tip leaking pre-cum. 

“Can you spit on it for me, mama? Wanna get it nice and slick for you” You've never been in something so erotic. You sit up and gather some saliva on your tongue before spitting it out onto Toji’s cock. He doesn't hesitate to smear it all over the tip with his hand and then down his length. 

“That's my good girl, so fucking sweet to me” he rasps as a groan leaves his throat. He needed your pussy clenching around him. Toji tugs at your shirt, but you pull back a little, and he pauses, looking at you, wanting an explanation as to why you didn't allow it. His intense gaze makes you fold. 

“I just…what if you don't like it…” you look away. Toji was such an attractive man. He was muscular, tall, broad, and, overall, just masculine. You were sure he could have anybody he wanted, and he probably has. 

Toji looked at you as if being anything less than a horny bastard for you was impossible. He quickly pulled off your shirt; obviously, he won that battle. 

“If I don't like it?” He groans as he rubs his tip along the slick entrance of your pussy “That's not possible, let me show you how I feel about you”. He then fills up your cunt in one swift motion. A loud moan falls from you as you writhe with pleasure beneath him, your legs hooking around his waist.

Pathetic whimpers leave your throat as you get used to his size. He gives you a minute, but then he's relentless.

Toji grabs your thighs and presses them into you. His cock hits deep, kissing your cervix as he begins to fuck you. His thrusts hit that spot in you every time; his pace was too fast. You could barely pull in a breath between each thrust. You moan out loudly into the small apartment. Your hands coming up to grip onto his broad shoulders. 

“So fucking tight, you're so pretty…” he chuckles breathlessly, watching you writhe on his cock. He leaned down and popped one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. 

It was so fucking erotic. Toji’s black hair draped over his face as he sucked on your breasts, teeth grazing you. His cock fucking the deepest part of you as his muscular arms held your thighs open. His balls slapping into your ass with every desperate thrust. 

You scratch into his back as you moan out for him. He was overwhelming, but you loved every second of it. You've never been fucked this good, and you haven't felt anywhere near this good in a while. 

Toji pulled off your hardened nipple. He pressed a hand onto your stomach, and you tightened around him when you noticed the noticeable bulge he left in you with every thrust. 

“So fucking big, daddy~” you moan as you continue to scratch into him. “Yeah, mama~? This cock fucking you good? Gonna squirt all over daddy’s cock?” 

“Mhm, I'm so close-” you whine. Toji pulls back a little as he wraps one hand around your throat. He presses his forehead against yours as his pace quickens. 

“Look at me, I want to look at your pretty face as I fill this pretty cunt” he groans as he relentlessly rails into you.

The apartment was filled with pathetic moans from both of you, wet squelching sounds, and skin slapping against each other. 

“Toji Toji-” you scream out for him as you squirt onto his cock. Your liquids are soaking his dick and lower stomach. Your pussy tightens around him, dragging more moans from the man on top of you. You feel his cock twitch as the tip presses into your cervix, then he cums. Toji pants as he watches your expression contort with pleasure as he fills your pussy. 

“Good girl, so fucking dirty, mama” he chuckles. He thrusts a few more times, making sure his cum was fucked into you. In truth, he could do this all night. He wanted to keep pounding you. Fucking you full of his cum, fuck you until his cock went limp, but that's not what tonight was about. 

He slowly drags his cock out of you. He groans at the sight of your cum covering every inch of his cock and some of his stomach. He leans in and kisses your cheek before his head finds its way between your thighs. His tongue ran over the slit. 

You whine in response, tangling a hand into his messy hair. Toji licks all over your cunt, sucking up all your cum like it was his only meal for the month. He groaned against your pussy as he fucked his tongue inside of you. 

“Daddy- it's too much, I can't-” you whine as you writhe beneath him, making him hold your thighs open. Toji doesn't care; he was obsessed with you and drunk on your pretty pussy. 

He laps at you until you cum again, squirting all over his face. You shake beneath him with pleasure as you try to catch your breath.

His face covered in your slick, he smirks, running a hand through his hair as he takes you in. The look in his eyes definitely makes you reconsider your ex’s words. 

Toji gives you both a bath. He was also a lot more caring than you expected. Maybe there was more to Toji than you could understand, at least right now. 

He places kisses on your neck as he cleans you up, taking care of you. “Mm, take care of yourself” he rasps as he kisses the back of your neck. “Can't keep fucking you good if you let yourself wither away” he whispers in your ear. 

Toji himself didn't even know why he was so obsessed with you. He thought maybe he just wanted to fuck you. But it was obvious now that he wanted more than just one night with the single mom a few apartments down.

[digenerate-trash]

Outta town freaks just as promised!!! Yandare head cannons. (Blackwolf and great hawk be harder to write for because animals are weird and obsessive anyway)

amab. again. Easier to write for

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Eden:

Eden is definitely one of those mother fuckers whose whole thing is "If I can't have you no one can".

big possessive man with an insecurity complex the size of the moon

but since no one can get to you Eden feels pretty secure in you loving him back eventually

if you're sold to him by Bailey a couple weeks in eden tells Bailey you died. You couldn't handle the cold out in the woods.

if he captures you there's no need for him to lie to anyone. He keeps you trapped in the cabin till you love him back.

prefers to use leashes cages and locks to keep you in place. He's very realistic about you not wanting to be there at first but he thinks with training and a strict routine you'll just fall in line. No matter how defiant.

will absolutely Break your leg to keep you in the cabin.

is fine with blood. But doesn't want to cut off your leg or arms to keep you in place because he's not confident you'll stay alive. He's a butcher, not a surgeon.

really wants you to fall in line. He gets desperate the more defiant you stay as the weeks go on. Harsher punishments, more broken bones. Starvation. Anything to keep you down and weak.

if you give In to the hunter immediately he's suspicious but happy. He watches you carefully. Every movement you make is watched carefully. You can tell he's studying you.

once Eden is fully comfortable with you being in his home he really starts to get possessive. Spouses are supposed to stay home after all. Take care of things for him while he works out in the dangerous woods

you're not allowed past the clearing. Even washing clothes in the spring isn't supposed to be done when Eden isn't home.

absolutely no going to town. The town is dangerous and dirty and gross. Freaks live there. Freaks that could hurt his spouse and it's his job to keep you safe.

he brings you gifts from the woods. Sometimes they're things that remind him of you and sometimes it's barries or flowers. Something he thinks you'll like. He never offers an explanation he just thrusts it in your hands.

when wolves (or even people) get too close to the cabin it's shoot first for Eden. He'll drag the carcass on the porch if you're still defiant when this happens. He might even brag about how he's a perfect shot. So it's just best for everyone if you listen.

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Remy:

Remy honestly would rather not have feelings for you but now they can't stop it. You're their favorite little riding student after all.

Remy is pretty body-focused and that's mainly what he likes about you. He thinks your body is perfect.

very touchy, Feels you up as he rides with you on horseback. He digs his nails into your wrist when you tell him you have to leave.

he's enamored with you. The only problem is when you start to talk with Alex you get it in your head that he's the enemy.

he knows he could just convince you otherwise but it's much more fun to watch you fight with him. (He knows you're not serious you're just playing)

talking with Remy is like talking to a brick folksy wall. Witty banter. Coy remarks. He takes all your insults with a smug grin.

getting on his bad side is a hell of its own making though because no questions asked you're going to the underground farm.

You are separate from the other animals though. Too precious to Remy to be with the others. But he makes sure you understand what kind of person he can be when you refuse to behave.

you will absolutely never meet harper even if Remey has subjected you to living as livestock. Remy knows how much of a freak that dude is.

he still loves you and your body even though the changes it goes through. When you can't speak words anymore he sees it as a win. He doesn't need to have an intelligent partner. He just needs you to be here. Under his control. That way he can at least convince himself that you're happy here.

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Alex:

He is mostly just a big puppy. He wants you around always and will never take no for an answer.

the only dude who's more family-focused than Alex is probably Kylar.

determined to breed you. Dude will never quit. Wants a picture-perfect household and a barefoot spouse to boot

wants to lay in bed all day with you but since he's got work to do he's dragging you along with him.

will never leave your side. He's keeping you company always. Dude is clingy.

obsessed with making you. Bites hickies bruises. Whatever he can get away with. Even when you tell him it's too much hell always say next time he'll be more careful. But he isn't.

it only gets bad when you say you don't love him or that you can't be with him. sends him into hysterics.

he says it's fine. It's not. The first few days apart from you are fine. But eventually, he gets too worked up.

hell track you down. Whether you are in serious danger or just returned to town. He'll tell you all about how he misses you and he can't take it and how his heart breaks when you're not there.

guilt trip to the extreme until you come back home with him.

if that doesn't work hell just overpower you. Hell, justify it by telling himself it's just a temporary measure. That you really want a life with him but other people are holding you back. And once you are back at the farm Alex is happy to dote on you again. More than before. He is extra sweet as well. Your favorite meals are served up he lets you take breaks from farm work when you like. He carves you little trinkets and gifts. Anything to make you forget about a life outside of him.

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Blackwolf:

an actual dog. Separation anxiety to the max.

bites, marks, saliva, blood, piss, he marks you with everything he can. He needs you to smell like him so much that you two are inseparable

not gonna tolerate you leaving. Grabs you by the scruff and drags you back to the cave.

hunts with Blackwolf are the most annoying because he's too focused on you staying safe than hunting and the pack blames you for Meger return and distracting the best hunter. (Blackwolf prefers you stay back in the cave anyway. Safer there)

has killed other wolves for sniffing around you.

will absolutely start fights for no reason if you've been away or not giving him enough attention.

will always bring you the best parts of the carcass for you to gnaw on. (He doesn't know or care if it's bad for people)

constantly licking you everywhere he can spend hours doing it.

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Great hawk:

is so spouse-focused but doesn't know what it means in human terms.

birds get jealous and crazy so easily so probably that as well.

puffs up feathers and chest when he sees a "threat" could be anything from a small animal to an actual monster.

will bite. Doesn't mean to hurt you it's just to get your attention

wants to make you happy performs mating dances then gets frustrated when you don't seem to reciprocate.

takes his time grabbing shiny things that you'll like. Gets way more frustrated and bird-like when you refuse his gifts.

prefers to hunt at dusk and dawn so that the days are spent nesting and the nights are spent sleeping

all food he brings you is either shredded terribly or is coughed up for you.

he's a little gross but he's got the spirit.

trying to escape Great Hawk is..... difficult. You'll need some help

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey player au! Simon "Ghost" Riley headcanons. Based on the NHL

Note: suggestive of ghoap and ghoap x reader (she/her used)

Goalie. Starter. Tall, large, and most importantly: weird. Goalies are always weird, idk they just are, it's what happens when you spend half the game hanging out alone I guess

The best part of goalie Ghost is his flexibility. Have you seen how flexible goalies are? These huge, muscular men can do the splits. It's very important to me that you consider flexible Ghost, thank you.

His mask is black and white, matches his tattoos. He's the unshakable goalie, not flashy, never frustrated. Just a brick fuckin wall. If he sees it, he's going to stop it. You cannot snipe on him and score. Also his rebound control is unreal, no second chances.

He never retaliates against opposing players fucking with him because no one fucks with him due to:

His death glare, it's enough to make any and every enforcer or net nuisance shake in his skates

The Incident in the minors where he sent a guy to the hospital with a jab from his blocker and almost got kicked out of the league and banned from the NHL

On the off chance that something untoward does happen on accident, someone else will do that for him. The bond between a goalie and his defensemen cannot be understated. Ok fine. Soap. He's the defenseman, there's the spoiler.

Very superstitious, has his routines and does not deviate. Doesn't ever take his mask off on the ice, except when it breaks. Doesn't even pull it up to squirt water on his face or drink.

The loyalty that his skaters have towards him and vice versa is off the charts. Even if the media and fans don't see it, it's there. Usually guys don't speak poorly of their goalies, but this is on another level. Ferda.

Speaking of, social media people can never catch him. Like seriously where does this guy even walk in the building?? Where does he go during intermission?? Surely he practices at some point right?? He won the Veznia trophy (voted best goalie) and straight up did not show up to the ceremony.

He will go to the children's hospital to do visits with the team and the kids are either terrified or love him. Picturing him giving out the little teddy bears 😭

Caught covid despite his vigilant PPE usage (hockey locker rooms are cesspools like ew), got really sick, and developed myocarditis; ie almost died multiple times, recovered insanely fast and then just showed back up to practice one day at 100% like "put me in coach". No one outside of the trainers and locker room even knew why he was gone to begin with. Wild stuff.

Hockey players tend to tack on an '-y' or sometimes '-er' to a name for funsies but no one gets to call him 'Ghosty'. (Maybe Soap can call him that in private, as a treat 🥺)

Hockey hair status: he shaves his head boooo (not that you'd even be able to tell really with his mask and use of hats and hoods). Won't even grow out facial hair during the playoffs. Maybe if he did then he'd have a cup. Smh.

Roster pic: the meanest mug you've ever seen on a guy

Mic'd up status: everyone thinks he's unmic-able, however he's secretly telling jokes to himself when the puck is in the other zone. But no one needs to know that.

WAG status: if he had one we would never know... Right? He's always in the background of photos that Soap's girlfriend takes and posts of her and Soap? Much speculation.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guys significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.

A/N: I'll never actually write fics for this, but I have headcanons. I know a moderate amount about hockey and next to nothing about cod so apologies. Completely unserious. Just some silly little thoughts :) plus letterkenny reference!

Edit for typo

More hockey au: Soap | Gaz | Price

[the-ace-with-spades]

the silliest of silly ideas but---i just thought despite Mav totally not being Slider's type, they'd make good fwb, and Ice would hate it. (tw: non-descriptive/implied sex)

Ice is usually very reasonable, always thinking more with facts than feelings and that sets his views into firm, neat boxes — Ron knows this, loves this about him, really, and he'd never say a bad thing about it, even if sometimes it can be infuriating.

But apparently, that whole 'go by facts not feelings' thing can also turn into being both oblivious and in denial. Maverick seems to bring it all out in tenfolds.

He's never seen someone as in denial about their feelings as Ice is about his feelings for Maverick. It's kinda sad to observe — he doesn't get the extent of the feelings they do have between each other (romantic, but what kind? the off-on kind? the short-but-intense kind? the forever-and-ever-despite-everything kind?) but he knows it's a lot and it seems like a complete waste not to act on them.

And, okay, he's not a fan of Maverick, but he's growing on him. He's a good guy, all that anger and rebelliousness is just so intense for him because there's not much space to fit all in (he's a tiny guy) and Ron is kind of almost fond of it now. Never to the degree Ice is, but honestly, he doesn't think anyone can be as fond of Maverick as Ice is.

Maverick is also, well, trying. He's not as in denial, and definitely not as oblivious to Ice's feelings toward him, but all his attempts seemed to be either going over Ice's head or being subtly stirred away.

No wonder Maverick still goes for casual one-night stands when they go out to clubs — Ron sees all of it and he'd have also gone along with his life if his attempts at getting somewhere would meet with The Brick Wall of Denial.

"You've got feelings for him, man," he tells him, after another of Maverick's flirting attempts that Ice just swiftly averted, too fed up to bother with subtly.

"I do not," is Ice's automatic response. This time, though, he adds something more, "And even if I did, he's not going anywhere, is he? I can just wait until it's serious enough to do something about it."

It's more than Ron's got the past few months, and still so full of semi-reasonable thoughts that he can't doubt Ice has thought about this enough to convince himself he's right.

If almost two years of pinning isn't serious enough, Ron doesn't know what is.

"You do realize he's hooking up, like, at least twice a month, right? It's not like he's going to be waiting for you to make up your mind forever."

"They're all women and they don't mean anything to him. They're strangers, I bet he doesn't even remember their names."

He's not exactly wrong but— "Oh, so you'd make a move if he slept with a guy you know?"

"He's not going to do that, and even if, I doubt he's going to be telling left and right about it. " Then, when Ron doesn't stop giving him the side-eye, he adds, "No, this means no, I wouldn't."

Ice is right, Maverick isn't going to be telling anyone if he sleeps with a guy, but he can fucking tell Ice is boiling at the mare idea. So this formulates a plan in Ron's head — there's only one way for Ice to see Maverick sleep with a guy and that is if this happens in their own house.

At this point, he'll try anything, and it's not like this is going to be a hardship.

Ron is an equal opportunity kind of guy — or any opportunity kind of guy, more like — but he isn't able to say he's thought of Maverick that kinda way. One, because Ice is his best friend and although he's in denial, he's got dibs, and two, because Ron's type for guys is usually more of tall and lanky and more fun and laid back. Though Maverick isn't hard to look at and Ron can bet he's got the skill to back up all the hook-ups he's had, so well, again, it's not going a hardship, it's going to be a fun night. Sex always is, as long as whoever you're doing it with isn't a terrible person.

It's just a matter of getting Maverick on board.

Which is easier than he thought. He approaches him on Friday, leaning over Maverick's cubicle in the office, when everyone is already on their lunch break so there's no one around.

"So, you up for something casual?"

Maverick doesn't even look up at him. "What kind of casual?"

"The kind of casual you were going to have tomorrow night," he supplies. He's not going to try too hard.

Maverick raises his head, eyebrows up and he looks at Ron like he's lost his goddamn mind. "With—With you?"

And okay, he didn't need to say it like that.

"Yeah," he just says. When Maverick's expression doesn't change, he adds, "Come on, you can't tell me you don't like what you looking at."

Maverick leans back in his chair, neck straining as he gives Ron a long once over. He chews on his lip as his eyes go up and down as he judges whether Ron is up to some of his fucking standards.

Finally, he just says, "Time and place?"

Ron smirks. "My place, seven-thirty, tonight."

"And Ice is not going to... mind?" God, Maverick almost sounds hopeful that he would mind.

"Nah," he replies. "He knows about, you know."

He doesn't tell Ice anything, not even when they're back home. He only needs to say, "Hey, I'm going to have someone over tonight," and Ice just packs his book at around seven and shuts off in his room.

Maverick arrives on his motorbike and Ron takes him to his room as soon as they're inside. It's been a while since he slept with a guy and he's, well, he'd never admit it but he's a bit worked up for the night.

There are a couple of snarky comments about how Ron tidied up and how he's put fresh sheets on — Ron is nothing but classy, alright — and they set up some rules and dos and don'ts and Maverick goes straight to the point.

Kissing with their height difference is a bit difficult on Ron's back so they don't waste time and move onto Ron's bed.

He doesn't know why he's surprised that Maverick is loud, but he is, and he thought he'd find it annoying, but it's actually doing things to him.

It's not unusual for Ron to bring hook-ups to their house and Ice is used to it — but guys are sparse since it's simply easier and safer to have casual sex with women — so Ice only bangs on the wall they share at the noises once and then puts on a some jazz record way too loud.

All it does is make Maverick roll his eyes before they continue.

It is a fun night. Ron is surprised how not awkward it is — Mav is very good with his mouth and hands and hips and just in general. He responds to Ron's moves like they're fighting to prove who is better but it also gives Ron great, great satisfaction when he finally lets him lead.

He's in bed the same he's in a plane — overly passionate, making a competition out of something that shouldn't be a competition, and a bit crazy. Sex works for them as well as it could for two people who have no feelings for each other — they had a goal and were both amazing at fulfilling that goal. It's hot and intense and all the things Ron's been missing in sex in the past few months.

They do it once, fall asleep, wake up at around one in the morning, do it again, also waking up Ice with it, and then fall back asleep.

He wakes up in the morning and Mav is not there, but his clothes are. He meets Ice, coming out of the bathroom, wet hair floppy on his forehead, and when he gives him a look and asks, "Busy night, huh?" Ron only shrugs.

They notice Mav in their kitchen at the same time and he can see how Ice's whole body tenses up.

It wouldn't be that unusual of a sight — Maverick knows where their spare key is and uses it to let himself in whenever he and Ice go out jogging in the strangest hours of the day possible. What makes Ice freeze like a deer in headlight, or his cool and collected equivalent of it, is that Mav is wearing Slider's Dire Straits t-shirt only, which is way too big on him, the collar sliding down to reveal the hickeys Ron's left on his lower neck and collarbone. It covers him up to mid his thighs and this and his messy hair and distinctive lack of pants are speaking for themselves.

"Morning," is all Maverick says as he continues making his coffee.

Ron bites down the grin at Ice's clenched fists.

Ice blinks and then blurts out at Mav, "Why are you wearing Sli's t-shirt?" And nothing else, is kinda implied in the way his tone turns slightly higher.

"What? I wasn't about to wear my own, I smell like a sweat bucket and Ice was in the shower," Mav explains.

Ice takes a deep breath through his nose as he continues to give Slider a side-eye.

"You...stayed over," Ice says slowly, addressing Mav.

"Yeah?"

"At Slider's...?"

"Yeah?" Mav replies once more, a bit weirded out now, looking way too comfortable for someone who looks well-fucked-out and better than half-naked in someone else's kitchen. "I just forgot to bring a change of clothes, it won't happen again, duh."

Ice's face is blank as he asks, "... Again?"

Ron is nothing but a man of an opportunity and a shithead so he says, "I wouldn't oppose if we made it a regular thing."

"You're joking," Ice spits out.

"I mean, why not? Maybe try to buy some earplugs, Ice," Mav says, shrugging and taking his coffee. "I'm going to shower now."

"Next Friday?" Ron pops at him before he's out the kitchen doorway.

Ice slaps his side but he ignores him.

"Saturday," Mav counters. "I'm taking Bradley and Carole out on Friday."

He disappears in the hallway and Slider hears their heavy bathroom door opening and closing with a bang.

Ice's stare is perfectly leveled on him, the equivalent of a glare for him.

"What? You said you wouldn't care."

"Mav isn't just—He's my—I—him—I—" Ron raises an eyebrow at him. "Ugh."

He might be gloating, just a bit, because people rarely get The Iceman cornered, and he's managed it. He is aware there isn't anything Ice can say without sounding like a jealous, pinning idiot.

"I'll keep sleeping with him until you get a grip," he tells Ice when Mav is out of their earshot.

"Slider," Ice says through his teeth.

"He's really good in bed, so who knows, maybe it'll be months or years of fun?"

Ice's expression doesn't change, he's too collected to show anything but his face is red, just a bit, and Ron doesn't know if it's because he's pissed off or embarrassed, and he doesn't care. He needs to get a grip and ask Maverick out and in the meantime, well — Maverick is a good and very convenient lay.

"Speaking of which, I need to change my sheets."

Ice breaths through his nose again. Ron gives him a month and if he's still a coward in denial, he'll ask Maverick out on an actual date and see how that will work on Ice.

[wazzappp]

dandandan au but it's robbie and lisa

Do you have any idea what you've done. I have literally been thinking about this for a week now and you've given me an excuse to talk about it. I am in your walls now you cant get rid of me you did this to yourself.

ANYWAY. LETS GET STARTED.

Lisa is fairly easy to just slot in as Momo tbh. She's popular, stylish and actively looking for a boyfriend that fits a very specific criteria. Also idk WHY but it is INCREDIBLY easy for me to see her being raised by Sekio. She doesn't really have a canon family and I think the most important part of her family life is that she grows up fairly well taken care of and loved, which Sekio does! You know. In her own way.

Sekio raising her also makes it very plausible for her to be the kind of girl who carries a brick in her purse and roundhouse kicks scumbags trying to pressure her into sex in the throat. Just maybe a little nicer than Momo is sometimes lol. Being raised by Sekio also means she keeps the attribute of being well educated about ghosts.

I can see her adapting to her psychokinesis pretty quickly, just like Momo does. I do like her emotions influencing her powers just a little more than they seem to effect Momo in canon. Just because I'm such a sucker for her keeping that mask of a smile on her face while unintentionally making cracks in the wall with her powers.

Lisa is also... mildly jealous I think. We can see that in the comic where Robbie and Ms.Marvel have a crossover hangout. She is VISIBLY relieved when they decide they're 'Crossover Besties for Life' so her being a little possessive of Robbie when Aira comes into the picture also stays making sense (smacking the pink bitch on the head with a pan for daring to make fun of her man my beloved).

I cant talk about Robbie and Gabe without first talking about Eli, unfortunately. Eli sucks ass in every universe so yeah he's still working for the Russian mob. Bad news though, he's been getting too much attention for killing the wrong people. He's been visiting Alejandro and Julianna Reyes (who is very pregnant with Robbie) frequently enough that his enemies are aware of them, which means they're actively in danger. So Ivanov uses this as an excuse to send Eli to Japan so he can oversee some drug deals they've been doing with the Yakuza. He has to give his businessmen some scary dog privileges and all that yk. His caution does not last very long at all and he starts making a habit of taking his victims to an old abandoned tunnel on the edge of town for killing and disposal.

He manages to last a whole 5 years in Japan but it's not really voluntary. Ivanov has realized he has a great way to pawn off this liability and he's milking it to the extreme. Eventually the Yakuza decide 'This guy is actually so fucking shitty its worth it to kill him and potentially jeopardize our relationship with the Russians'. So they kill him, and his family, which leaves Robbie and a very small Gabe in Japan.

Because of all the people he killed in that tunnel, Eli's spirit goes to rest there. Rumors had spread of a Mexican guy, high as balls on coke, killing people in there so he earns the name 'Turbo Tío'. Cause 'Turbo Granny' is a INSANE name and I could not resist the dangling chain of alliteration I mean it's RIGHT THERE.

Robbie and Gabe's story stays mostly the same. Robbie is still working on cars but I think it would be reasonable for him to start looking at apprentice work on Trains once he's out of high school. Eli still had his tantrum and threw Julianna down the stairs while pregnant with Gabe, so he's still working to provide for his brother.

Robbie as Okarun changes a few things but surprisingly not as many as I would expect. Okarun is awkward, insecure, lonely and bullied. It's why he attaches to Momo so quickly. Robbie is ALSO awkward and lonely but he's got a lethal murderface and a 'dont fuck with me' attitude so he doesn't have the same problems with bullies. He DOES have the same problems with friendlessness though.

Gabe. The most specialest boy ever. He is an entirely NEW part of the equation and as a result I'm giving him Specialest Boy powers. Gabe is very spiritually sensitive. He can see things most people cant. He pretty quickly learned to Not Talk About It very much and expresses what he sees by drawing. Robbie just thinks he's very imaginative, and he is but this isn't because of that.

Because of this, Gabe has an interest in aliens and supernatural phenomena (the cryptid 'Ninja Wolf' is an obvious favorite). Robbie likes to check any books out in the library that he might like.

This changes things for Robbie once he's cursed because now he has MULTIPLE reasons for wanting to get rid of it.

The obvious. He would appreciate having his balls back, thank you very much (unsubstantiated, based off my research, but rumors spread that because he was with the Russian mob he castrated people in the tunnel so like it or not its part of his lore now.)

Having this curse is putting a target on his back and therefore putting Gabe in danger.

He REALLY does not have time to be fighting all these ghosts and aliens while holding down a job and going to school.

Please for the love of god he wants to incinerate that little cat Eli is being stored in.

BUT theres also a bit of a conundrum there. Lisa can defend herself 100% but with all the shit getting thrown at them its really helpful to have Robbie around (he would. very much prefer for her to not get hurt). And the really big problem: being spiritually sensitive could put Gabe in danger in the future, and if Robbie cant defend him whats the point of all this anyway?

SO. Considering all of this, Lisa and Robbies first meeting and subsequent dare goes a little different. Heres what I'm thinking.

Lisa is super in her head while walking down the hallway because she broke up with her shithead boyfriend. Robbie doesn't see her because there was a new shipment of books to the library and he's carrying as many as he can that he thinks Gabe will like. Naturally they run into each other.

Lisa is pissed at first, saying he 'needs to watch where he's going'. But feels bad mid stomp off and turns around to help. Comments on the subject material. Something like,

'Aliens, huh? I've seen you around school I didn't take you for the type to be into that. At least you've got a little stuff about ghosts here too, thats more reasonable.'

Robbie takes offense on his brothers behalf, 'What the hell makes ghosts more reasonable than aliens?'

Their fight escalates, Lisa makes him a deal. He goes to the most haunted place she can find, she goes to a place with lots of reports of alien activity. First person to back out owes the other 50 bucks (which is like. 7487 yen. Damn). For Robbie thats an entire meal and he's confident he wont fail. Lisa just thinks he's sorta cute and she likes proving people wrong.

I'm willing to bet you can guess what happens from there.

Also, because it's me, they get some fun physical side effects to their curses. Robbie has a portion of his hair that stays white after his transformation. He tries to dye it at first to stay under the radar but eventually its just to annoying to keep up with. I think he should keep black fingernails too. As a treat.

I!! WANT!! SIDE EFFECTS!! FOR TELEKENESIS!! So fuck it I'm giving Lisa funky green face marks she covers with makeup. They can be funky together.

Alright thank you for coming to my ted talk bye

[zedortoo]

HAPPY DAY AFTER WEED DAY err here's how I think certain characters act when under the influence of alcohol or weed

Peppino:

Relatively good natured when drunk, can get a bit boisterous at times but never on purpose. Used to have a drinking problem after the war but now drinks a responsible amount.

Usually just. Falls asleep when he gets high. Too much stress on the poor bastard already, his body takes any chance to conk the fuck out. When he's awake he's quiet, almost in his own little world.

Gustavo:

Does stupid shit when drunk. Takes any dare and makes it ten times more dangerous. Also seems to somehow be invincible while under the influence of alcohol, none of his stunts ever go wrong. Often climbs people taller than him.

Laughs at anything while high. He would laugh at a fly spot on a wall. One time he was doubled over barely able to catch a breath because he thought a painting of a duck was the funniest shit ever. Loves to cuddle and pet brick, who takes advantage of his inebriated state to ask for lots of treats which Gustavo gives out without a second thought.

MR STIIIIIIICK:

Very happy drunk! A bit of a lightweight but once he gets a buzz he wants to be EVERYBODY'S friend. It's like his entire personality does a 180. All of a sudden he's laughing at everything and not starting arguments or trying to scam people. Perhaps drinks a bit more than someone his age should but he still manages. Loves to sing and dance even if he has a terrible voice and two left feet.

Gets incredibly heightened emotions under the influence of weed. In most cases this leads to him freaking the FUCK out and having like three panic attacks. Thinks the government put a chip in his skin and considers whether or not to pull it out. He doesnt do this every time he gets high though, when he's with people he trusts he relaxes a lot more. Doesn't talk much. Still dealing with heightened senses but in a more palatable way, a fluffy blanket is like heaven to him. like peppino, often conks out as his body desperately tries to catch up on sleep.

Pepperman:

Surprisingly lightweight for someone his size. Despite being a bigass pepper it only takes him as much as the average Joe to get drunk. Often gets experimental with his paintings, had dipped himself in paint and cannonballed naked (or as naked as he can be) onto canvases to make art with his cheek prints or some shit. Has a taste for nicer alcohol and orders gay ass drinks whenever he goes out. Turns his metaphorical nose up at regular beer.

Mellows out a lot when high. He becomes a lot less self centered and is able to talk about things other than him and his art. Doesn't smoke, only does edibles but likes making ceramic pipes and shit for his friends. Sometimes he can get emotional and go into tiny pepper mode, which is why he doesn't tend to get high alone.

Vigilante:

Can handle his alcohol relatively well. could drink most of the cast under the table any day. If he gets too drunk he begins to melt into a puddle, struggling to keep a form. Makes his own incredibly potent moonshine, which would probably kill a small dog. Loves doing karaoke while shitfaced, is actually good at it.

Literally just fucking melts while high. First time it happened, everyone thought he was dead because he wasn't making any movements or noise. No eyes no nothing. He says he enjoys himself, but noone really knows because. Well. He's a goddamn puddle. Tends to trip sit for the more anxious, has stopped Mr Stick from having a heart attack at least twice. Of course, stick never thanks him when he's sober because he's an asshole, but he has endless praises while high.

Noise:

ROWDY DRUNK. ANGRY DRUNK. BITER. keep a wide berth when out drinking with him, he'll pick a fight with whoever he thinks looks at him funny. He won't attack any of his friends though, in fact he becomes very protective. Has growled like a feral animal multiple times- though to be fair, he does that sober, too.

Like pepperman, becomes less painful while high. You can hold a conversation with him without him insulting your entire bloodline. Actually a pretty chill guy most of the time, laughs at dumb stuff. He does get very cuddly though and will wrap himself around whoever is available. Usually this is noisette, but he'll settle for anyone. One time he curled up and fell asleep in Peppermans arms.

Noisette:

Doesn't drink much, doesn't like the way alcohol tastes unless it's flavoured as something else. On the rare occasion she drinks enough to get inebriated, she's just very giggly but surprisingly quiet. Just loves to listen and laugh with her friends. Surprisingly cooks very well when drunk. Gets very red in the face.

When she's high, she also doesn't talk much. She just giggles and stims alot, likes soft things even more than usual. Gets very sleepy, which everyone thinks is adorable. She's always attached to Noise when she's high, snuggled up to him and hiding her face. She just wants love and Noise is happy to give it.

Fake Peppino:

Alcohol doesn't work on them, per se. They don't get mentally impaired but, like Vigi, fakey becomes very melty. He never seems to mind, in fact it seems to be relaxing to him to let go of his physical form. Although he can't actually get drunk, he loves to mimic the behavior of his buddies when they're shitfaced, which can lead to him doing dumb shit.

Noone can actually tell if weed has an effect on him or not. He acts similar to the way he does when given alcohol, becoming very melty, and seems very relaxed- though, nobody really knows if they're actually high or just pretending to fit in. The one key is that their sclera go BRIGHT red. Almost neon when compared to the regular bloodshot high look. Maybe they're trying to mimic that too, but it's a source of a lot of laughs for the rest of the crew.

Pizzahead:

SAD drunk. Actually, no, not really? Whenever they drink, they start crying, but nobody can place whether it's happy or sad. Very lightweight, two glasses and the tears start pouring. Nobody can figure out if they're happy or sad tears, because Pizzahead just blubbers and tries to hug people the entire time. Has the ability to simply sleep until his hangover wears off, which often leads to him just curling up wherever and snoring away until the afternoon.

Gets even more mischievous when high. Rubs their hands together and plots stupid shit. Practices his evil laugh. Instead of his usual closed eyes, when he's high they bulge RIGHT out and scare everyone because he looks like he's glaring directly at them. Has a habit of lacing the edibles with psychedelics, freaking everybody out, which is why he's banned from bringing his own material to the sesh because it'd be too difficult to just ban him outright.

Gerome:

Literally cannot get drunk. He's a rock, it's not possible. Likes the taste of beer, though, and drinks it like it's water. this has lead to people who dont know him to presume he's an alcoholic, which he laughs at. Dude just doesn't care.

Surprisingly enough, however, weed does work on him. How? Cartoon laws, idk. Gets *slightly* more talkative when high, but it's mainly just nods and mhms, unless he's with John, in which case he'll be yapping his brothers ear off. He only does it in private, though. Nobody can know how talkative he can get.

John:

Can actually get drunk, unlike his brother. it's like a party game to see if he can get even the slightest bit tipsy because he's just so massive. Could beat anyone in a drinking competition and still be sober while the other person is blackout drunk. The only time he got fully sloshed was when everyone worked together to bring him several barrels of liquor. They had to keep an eye on him for the rest of the night because he REALLY wanted to smash pizzaheads skull in. Slept for a week afterwards, everyone thought he died.

Doesn't get high often, mainly because it makes him more emotional. He doesn't enjoy talking about his experiences in the tower while sober, but when he's high it kinda just... Spills out. He doesn't know how to stop it but next thing he knows he's crying and feeling like an idiot, not matter how many people attempt to comfort him. If he's in a good mood pre-weed, though, he's usually fine, just having a good laugh with everyone else and not batting an eye when people use him as a rock climbing surface.

YAYYY hope these were readable uhhh I have never drank or smoked before because I am a good Christian boy (lie) so sorry if these aren't accurate 😢

[emmetverse]

Timelines are delicate things, aren't they? The smallest thing can cause immeasurable changes between worlds. The details of a plan, the location of a room... People call it the Butterfly Effect, I suppose.

There's a place people go when their worlds give up on them. When the universe doesn't want them anymore, when the timelines trickle out and die, but the people are just a little too stubborn to give up. It's not the best place, it's not the worst place. Whether or not it's better than death is up to you. The important part is that they're surviving.

And.. They have internet connection?

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All of them are called Emmet, of course, but that would get confusing quickly. Instead, they rely on nicknames:

◈ Em, what you would call the 'canon Emmet'. His universe has some differences from the original. Nothing that really changes anything.

✲ Spark, from a world where magic is very much real. The nickname was originally Sparkly Fingers but that's a bit of a mouthful.

≜ Threes, or simply Three, a cyborg who lost a chunk of their body when the Kragle exploded. Sometimes it's a good thing when the plan doesn't work first time.

□ Buddy, a man who was stuck on the dust planet Undar for... Well, time doesn't matter anymore. He's the kind of guy who lives in the wall. Literally.

⊡ Rex, who woke up here after 'back-to-the-futuring'. Not much is known about him. He seems to be the canon Rex, or at least very similar, but...

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⨳ Cleric, wip

⛯ Snowball, wip

※ Void.

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No NSFW, shippy, or suggestive anything. I'm an adult.

It might take a while to get to asks. I'm just one guy!

Please don't vent in asks/dms.

Rude asks are ok, but please be aware that they'll be rude back, and I might just end up ignoring you if it goes too far.

Any of the characters are availble to answer asks! Some are more talkative than others, so if you want a specific character to answer something, please say so!

All the characters here are related to fics I've written, but haven't necessarily finished, or even started posting. If you care about spoilers for them then this is your warning.

Canon, AU, OC, OOC, and even other media asks are all welcome!

My DMs are open if anyone wants to plot >:)

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A couple of extra bits that I want to specify

Buddy's tag isn't messed up! I chose the missing character symbol on purpose :)

Void was originally meant to be my mun tag but we're a bit beyond that and I love it >:D

The art in this blog is done in FireAlpaca, and the funky font used in these posts is Pagga from Ascii Art Archive

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[microtyalm13]

how you been ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

I've been using twitch a lot recently so now I have two favourite streamers and i might have a thing for american guys

How do your characters speak? Like, accents speech tics etc...

Anyways, have a nice day ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

-- 🍞anon

hi darling anon <) i'm good! i'm living alone rn, trying to go out more, looking after the house and my cat. so yeah, a little busy, but very much content. just returned from the trip to our dacha with my aunt and my grandma, actually! <З very eepy but damn do i love nature and women... good for you btw! i don't really watch twitch streamers... besides kwite lmao

so,

How my Ocs Speak! or smth i haven't thought too much about it there could be errors and mistakes bc i am TIREDDDD

gavriil. — you think with looks like his he might sound like an actual angel singing to you while you ascend but NO. his voice very much HURTS. it's always echoes, almost vibrates and sounds like it's coming from your head. he can change it ofc and tone it done for you a little so you can talk to him without headaches <,,) somewhat official and ominous at first, wants to sound as menacing as possible for his first impression. but then, down the line and if he likes you enough, he'll be very casual and nonchalant, throwing in curses and all that. doesn't have a particular accent because bro literally knows every language on earth and more, sounds a little uncanny if anything. artificial maybe. but still just as lively, teasing and sometimes dramatic. purrs... sometimes. can speak directly into your mind and read it too.

xiaolong. — has the most enjoyable voice out the bunch. velvet, melodic, charming. always sounds very convincing and can sell you anything. literally the perfect host. languid and mellow, has a habit of humming "mmm"; "hmm?";"mmhm" and sighing. his voice claim is john park, korean va for espresso cookie, and i think xiao himself has a korean accent. very expressive but also very collected. won't say anything unnecessary. rarely curses.

taisya\tasechka. — jumbled and gurgled speech. absolutely horrid voice, but he usually speaks slowly so you can more or less understand what he says. breathes really hard and swallows words when excited. doesn't speak unless spoken to, and even then gives short, vague answers. no intonations whatsoever. prefers to just shake/nod his head or point and gesture with his hands if he wants something. has an ability to purr too but his version is a little more fucked up.

derzena. — monotone, expressionless, blunt. you will never understand if she's joking or not because this woman is like a BRICK WALL her face and voice never betray her. voice is raspy but pretty quiet, speaks slowly and steadily, clearly thinking everything over in her head before saying something. mimics human speech\animal noises to lure in men that are trespassing on her grounds to later eat them 💪 with her beloved often makes those quick "ekekeke" noises (like the ones cats make when they see a bird or smth...) to show affection. SAVE ME BIG cRYPTID WOMAN

veniamin. — rough, gruff voice. clicks his tongue so loudly he can probably shatter the fucking windows. exasperated and dramatic at all times. usually pretty loud, groans and sighs all the time when annoyed. in the mornings his voice is so raspy it's startling. curses a lot. mocks people's voices when he's angry at them or tries to put them in their place. or just to be a little annoying. HORRIBLE at singing yet does it all the time when he walks around in his house wearing nothing but a robe.

livy. — rarely speaks, usually resorts to clicks and chirps, maybe even hisses if threatened. doesn't have a lot of practice in speaking actual words, so it might be a little hard at first. at least for you, because he seems to understand you perfectly fine, it's you who doesn't understand what mothman wants from you half the time. surprisingly soft but hoarse voice... very warm sounding, idk. pauses and forgets the right words sometimes, but it does not stop him from teasing YOU.

have a good day <]

[m00nxghost]

gonna get you started and I saw you were a simon riley simp so let's get you writing on someone you love❗️❗️

Simon riley dating hcs? :)

Okay! I really liked the idea!

Tw: none just cute/fluffiness

Kinda off O.C.C, Gn!reader no use of prounons or looks,not proffered just you

Dating Simon "Ghost" Riley Hc's

Let's start with the fact that the ghost is not a completely cold guy or completely driven by his trauma. He may be a little distant but you can see that he is a guy who cares a lot about the people who are friends/close to him. Dating a ghost seems to be difficult but it's not like that :)

1. Ghost He's a guy who doesn't know how to express himself totally but that doesn't matter,just being close to him is great with a sense of security of course look at him a brick wall and strong too,he likes to stay close to you but always behind you because that way anyone who tries anything with you will automatically move away with the presence and look of ghost

2. He loves telling jokes even though they are those dad/silly jokes He wants to see you laugh and he also likes it when you tell jokes too especially if it's a silly joke, He will laugh softly but a laugh that leaves you blushing and happy

3. He likes to keep his hand on your waist/shoulder or somewhere he can hold it especially in crowded places he doesn't want to let you out of his sight Whenever he can, he holds your waist, always keeping you close to him

4. His love language is acts of service and quality time. He likes to spend time with you doing anything from cooking or watching a movie/series, when acts of service are when you do/he does something for each other how to leave him a cup of tea in the morning a newspaper for him or even fix a crack in his mask when it's with you, he leaves his sweatshirt with "Lieutenant Riley" on the back or him a cup of hot coffee for you in the morning with a piece of paper written "for you, enjoy. SM"

5. He likes to sleep with his arms around you It makes him feel safe and closer to you He is also a very light sleeper especially when he sleeps with you. He's clearly the big spoon

6. When Ghost gets home he takes off his boots and his mask, so it's Simon without Ghost around, when he arrives he feels at home since you are waiting for him and going to give him a big hug and he lifts you up with a smile on his face that makes your heart skip a beat. He would kiss you and your face after months away being deployed for a mission

7. When he is with you he feels loved even deep down, imagining if it weren't for you he would barely go home and stay at base in his quarters,but since it's not that and he has you he always wants to come home more to see you and feel your hugs, kisses and smell

8. In your relationship, you wear dog tags with both your names and the start date of your relationship as if it were a "wedding ring" so that you look remembering each other, He always looks and kisses his dog tag to remember you! You are his lucky charm <3

9. At first he doesn't intend to have children unless you want them or he changes his mind but what he also wants would be a puppy a small German Shepherd that he brought from the animal shelter, He calls the puppy "Riley" but you sometimes call him "Simon Jr"

10. Simon likes to help you even if it's with the easiest task how to fix something, wash the dishes and cook with you he just wants to be close to you and whenever he sees you doing something he comes to you already helping you even though you say you don't need it. a little stubborn but it makes him laugh when you pout

11. He likes to give you nicknames like "Honey" "Love" "Sweetheart" "Darling" and others! He loves you very much and is happy when you smile/blush when he sees him calling you by these nicknames especially around his colleagues/task force 141

12. He's the type of guy who prefers indoor dates like movie night, cooking together but he would also take you out to eat at a restaurant or a picnic when it's just the two of you, he would be the kind of guy to make a reservation at a restaurant or find a good spot in the park for a date

A/N: My first writing here! I don't know if it turned out as good as I expected :) but it was a lot of fun to write <3 especially for ghost, I love him so much/pos.The next one I plan to write about is Gaz or König. Thanks for reading !! 🫶

[thelampisaflashlight]

Mixed Messages Pt. 1

[Romancing Dew is a lot like flirting with a brick wall. At the very least, they're both hard.... God that was awful. Anyway, so begins the SwissRainDrop friends to lovers series, established Swiss/Rain. Intro piece here.] Below the cut.

Swiss will give Dew the benefit of the doubt and believe that his squirrely behavior as of late is because of the upcoming tour and NOT because he's still worked up over having spent the night pressed between him and Rain a week ago.

He gets it, really, it's a lot.

It's probably more than what Dew's used to, affection wise.

Because Swiss knows that's what this is about, and not the sex.

He knows it's not the sex, because he's seen Dew speared and spread on multiple occasions by multiple people, and, likewise, he's seen him do the same to others, and he never seems to mind it.

It's when things take on a softer, gentler tone that Dew seems to get... squirmy.

And had Swiss used that to his advantage the night he and Rain finally managed to invite him back to their room?

Oh absolutely.

Dew had flushed and cried so prettily at every little word of praise, like it was the first time anyone had ever said anything nice to him.

And, fuck, if that hadn't encouraged Swiss to say more and more.

Hell, even Rain started pressing compliments into the fire ghoul's skin with every kiss he laid across his body.

And Rain.

Satanas, Rain...

Watching him take Dew apart had been like watching an artist placing the first strokes onto a new canvas.

Messy at first, but the more work he put into it, the more his masterpiece took shape in the form of a relaxed and submissive Dew, who couldn't be a brat even if he wanted to.

Swiss will admit this encounter had been... different.

Normally, Dew is gunning to be on top, or at least in control of the situation.

He doesn't let go easily.

And, perhaps, that's partly Swiss' fault, because when Dew and him hook up, it's always a fight for dominance.

Who gets to be on top is left up to who's strongest, and even if Swiss sometimes concedes and lets Dew fuck him if he loses, he thinks, maybe, Dew can't always handle those blows to his pride.

Or maybe it's because Swiss has never tried doing things this way before, the way Rain does it.

"You have to work him up slowly." Rain had told him while they waited for Dew to arrive for their movie night, "Let him relax into it."

Everything about that night had been so carefully crafted to make Dew feel comfortable, and it had worked!

...And then Dew got squirmy.

Waking up to Dew trying to slide out of his arms and then using his body as a springboard to run away had not been how he expected the morning after to go.

Not when he spent the evening coaxing him to sleep with little kisses and cuddles, admiring his pretty profile until he caught Rain doing the same thing across the mattress.

There had been something so right about the way they laid their, tangled together so comfortably.

Swiss had hoped...

"He needs time." Rain tells him, sliding him a cup of coffee as they catch sight of Dew's retreating back, "We're a lot."

"We're a lot?" Swiss chuffs.

"We are." Rain hums, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Mn, we are."

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Rain is nothing if not patient.

If he were one to buy into elemental stereotypes, he'd claim it as a water ghoul trait; The persistence and calm of a crocodile floating along like a log, awaiting his chance to snap his jaws around something soft and sweet.

...Not that Dew's particularly one or the other.

But Rain thinks with time, with a bit of effort, he can soften his edges and make him so much more... palatable.

Dew is, in Rain's heart of hearts, already perfectly matched for him and Swiss, but there's this pesky matter of getting the other ghoul to realize it.

Because Dew is nothing if not wonderfully stubborn.

Inviting Dew into their bedroom had been... a jump.

A leap of faith so to speak.

Rain had not planned on going quite that far with him just yet, he much prefers wining and dining his prospective mates first, but Swiss, he knows, is much less patient, and better shows his affection through physical displays than anything else.

And, well, it was hard not to... get hard... watching Dew get worked up over a few gentle caresses.

Dew had been so...

Pliant.

Responsive.

...Needy.

Rain shudders thinking of how Dew had reached for him whenever he tried to pull away, eyes so wide and wet like he didn't trust Rain not to come back down once he had a moment to breathe, and, fuck...

Fuck, Rain wished he didn't have to breathe if it meant reassuring Dew that he wasn't going to leave.

And Swiss, Swiss had been so good for him, too.

So good...

His good boys.

And then Dew ran away.

Actually ran.

And, well, Rain can tolerate that, for now.

But next time.

Next time he will catch him before he can escape.

So he can pin him there and make him realize that he doesn't have to flee, that he is welcome.

That he belongs there with them.

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"So, what's got you all wound up?" Cumulus asks as Dew folds the same shirt for the millionth time, never quite satisfied with how the fabric creased.

"Nothing. Packing. Tour." Dew replies, before slapping the shirt in his hands down in frustration, "Dammit!"

Cumulus snatches the shirt before Dew can make a grab for it again and folds it herself, placing it into his suitcase, and patting his back, "There's still three days before we leave, Dew, you can take your time."

"I-I know that, I..."

"So why don't we take a break, huh?" Cumulus suggests, "Maybe see if anyone needs to go into town and grab any last minute supplies to get it out of the way?"

Dew clicks his nails on top of his suitcase.

"Sure." he sighs, "Aurora and Aeon probably need a couple things..."

"Good, I'll let the others know we're going shopping, and see if we can use the van. You get yourself dressed and ready to go."

Dew looks between his suitcase and his dresser.

"Yeah, uh, about that..."

"...You packed all of your clothes again, didn't you?"

"I'll just-"

Cumulus stops him before he can unpack his things.

"Just borrow something from Rain for today. We need to buy you some new clothes anyway, so just leave what you have in your suitcase and hop to it."

Dew makes a face and reaches for a shirt he tossed on the floor that morning.

"Don't you dare." Cumulus hisses, "That thing is crusty as all get out. Go ask Rain."

"I don't want to ask Rain!" Dew whines dramatically, "He'll ask too many questions."

"Like what? 'Why don't you have more than seven t-shirts and two pairs of pants?' is that what you're worried about?"

"Yes."

Cumulus rolls her eyes and slaps Dew's ass, "Go on. Get."

"Ow! Hey!" Dew chirps, easily being pushed out of his room by the ghoulette, "You're so mean to me when no one's around!"

"And you're a big baby! Go ask Rain for clean clothes!"

Dew pouts outside his door for a full minute before Cumulus opens it again and points across the hallway to Swiss and Rain's shared bedroom.

"Now Mister."

"Ugh, fine."

Dew drags his feet and stands outside the door, looking back at Cumulus, who does a quick 'I'm watching you' gesture at him before closing his door again.

"Ughhhh..." Dew taps lightly on the door, not actually wanting anyone possibly inside to hear him, but, of course...

"Who is it?"

Swiss.

"...Is Rain in there?" Dew asks, looking at the floor when the door cracks open, "I need a change of clothes. Cumulus wants to go shopping for last minute supplies."

"He's not, but I could help you pick something out-"

"Just toss me some shorts and a t-shirt and let Rain know I'll wash them before I return them." Dew says, but Swiss makes a noise of disapproval at that.

"C'mon, firecracker, you know Rainy wouldn't allow that." Swiss tuts, "What if I pick out something that doesn't look good? No, we've got to do a bit of dress up, yeah?"

Dew draws his mouth into a line and peeks up at Swiss.

"Like I said... shorts and-"

Swiss tilts his head, brown eyes watching so calmly, his mouth drawn into a teasing smirk.

"And..."

Dew's mouth suddenly feels dry.

"...I..."

"Why don't you come inside?" Swiss offers, pushing the door open just enough to create a gap for Dew to walk through under his arm.

Dew glances past Swiss at the bed, then immediately shifts his gaze back down to the floor.

"Whatcha thinkin' about that's got your ears so red?" Swiss asks, placing a hand on the small of his back as he steps through the threshold, "Hm~?"

"Nothing..." Dew mumbles, "So... clothes..."

"Yep, clothes." Swiss says, reaching back to close the door, but Dew looks back at that moment, and something about the expression on his face makes Swiss prop the door open wider instead, "Let's get you dressed and then we can go pester Rain to get him to go shopping. Not that it'll take much, I swear that guy has more clothes than I do..."

Dew relaxes a little and watches Swiss rummage through Rain's dresser.

"Let's see, a-ha!" Swiss tosses the tiniest piece of fabric imaginable at Dew, who unfolds them, brow furrowing instantly.

"What are these?" he asks.

"Shorts."

"These are not shorts! These are basically underwear!" Dew balks, looking at the skimpy piece of clothing, "Rain's ass probably hangs out of these when he wears them!"

"It does." Swiss says reverently, "It's great."

"I'm not wearing these." Dew says, torn between throwing the shorts back at Swiss and tossing them on the bed, "I'm... no. Doesn't Rain have gym shorts or something-"

"Have you ever seen Rain wear gym shorts?"

"No-"

"There you go."

Dew groans, "I just... Clothes. I need clothes not..."

He practically glares at the shorts.

"If Rain heard you say that, he'd be so upset." Swiss clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "Okay, how about these?"

Dew takes in the black, lacy garment in Swiss' hands, which he's pretty sure isn't even meant to be worn outside of the bedroom.

"That's even worse!" Dew cries, "I need clothes, normal, every day clothes-"

"Hey now, Rain wears these fairly often... but I can see what you mean. A bit of a bold statement for going shopping..." Swiss hums, but still tosses it in Dew's direction.

"I hate you so much..." Dew grumbles, crossing his arms.

"How about this; I pick out an outfit for you, to redeem myself? No fooling around this time."

"...Fine."

"Okay, close your eyes." Swiss says, digging into the drawers again.

"Why?" Dew asks.

"So it'll be a surprise!"

"I don't want it to be a surprise, or else you're going to pick out something ridiculous again or make me wear something stupid..."

"You have that little faith in me?"

Dew looks towards the door.

"Ouch, damn." Swiss laughs, "Okay, okay, I'll pick out something good this time."

"Just shorts and a t-shirt." Dew repeats, not looking at him.

"Just shorts and a t-shirt." Swiss assures him, "Nothing crazy, got it."

It takes a bit of searching, but Swiss finally manages to find something that doesn't immediately make Dew want to walk out... the only problem is...

"They don't really fit, huh?" Swiss hums, adjusting the plain black shorts Dew is currently holding up, because even a belt couldn't keep the damned things on the slighter ghoul, "I'm sorry, Dew, I really tried, but Rain's just a bit thicker than you so..."

Dew reluctantly eyes the tiny shorts on the bed.

"I..."

Swiss follows his gaze.

"You really don't have to."

"I don't exactly have any other options..."

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Rain's first instinct upon seeing his clothes strewn about the bedroom is to call out to Swiss in frustration, knowing his partner has been rooting through his shit again for some reason, but when he sees Dew standing in front of his standing mirror, tugging down the backside of a pair of his shorts, the words catch in his throat.

"I asked Cirrus if she had any extra modesty sh-Oh hey, Raincloud~" Swiss chirps, bumping into Rain on his way through the door, "Sorry about the mess, hun, Dew needed clothes and I had a hard time finding things that fit him so..."

"It's okay." Rain says a bit too quickly, eyes lingering on Dew, who has since frozen in front of him like a deer in the headlights.

"I'm sor-" Dew starts, but Rain holds his hand up.

"No, it's fine." he says, noticing a bit of black lace poking out of the top of the shorts as Dew adjusts the shirt he's wearing, "...I heard from Cumulus that you needed to go clothes shopping."

"Uh, yeah..." Dew says, adjusting the shorts once more.

"Let me get dressed and I'll... I'll come along to help you pick some things out." Rain says, gesturing towards his bathroom, "Just been a couple minutes."

"Oh, uh, okay! Yeah, that'd be a big help... Thank you."

Rain quickly retreats to the bathroom, trying to calm himself.

"...Why is he wearing those??" Rain screams internally, "Is it because of how short the shorts are?? How did Swiss convince him to put them on??"

And much more pressingly...

"What do I have to do to get him to take them off later?!"

[skaruresonic]

Crusher partly left because they no longer felt part of the Sonic fandom due to the direction the franchise is going. That and their fanfiction often got ignored, unless they talked about discourse which is not fair.

But I don't think the harassement is just one-sided. I have seen plenty of blogs talking badly about Sonic fans for not sharing the same opinion. Like calling a Fan the R-slur because they said they loved a character from sonic idw on Twitter. You know the people that do that. You follow them to.

...We're really gonna play this game today? "Random says the R word sometimes so that means you're no innocent"? Yeah, no shit. I know I'm an asshole. I have never made that a secret. What you're seeing is me at the very end of the damns I have left to give after years of trying to give my harassers the benefit of the doubt.

To be brutally honest, I no longer care. My sympathy for them has, quite frankly, dried up, because when people claim you're playing victim for bringing up that it's fucked-up to be told your dead mom is burning in hell, it jades you. It hardens your heart.

Crusher's harassment is regrettable and I don't blame him one bit for jumping ship when he did. He seems a lot happier in his new position.

I have my own life to live too, you know, and at the risk of sounding callous, having your stuff ignored is not just a Crusher problem. Do you care that I just graduated Year Two of our language program? Do you care that in a month or so, the program will have published a children's book I illustrated? Do you care that I'm developing a visual novel quite literally all on my own?

I'm guessing the answer is "no" because it's not convenient to your belief that I'm a harasser. And maybe I am. Maybe I have become one.

There, you have my confession recorded in writing. Go check XDAmz's Twitter and see them gloat to their friends about it.

I am the one who motivates me, every single day, because nobody else will. And I'm not just being "woe is me" about it either because my aunt left graduation ceremony early; I receive very little support irl or online unless I ask for it, which I don't do because it feels like I'm burdening people.

In fact, my family doesn't encourage my language learning at all. They've shamed me for it, in so many words.

I don't think you realize how much effort it takes to self-study one of the hardest languages to achieve fluency in when you have vertigo so fucking bad that you can hardly do anything but lie in bed. In the words of Eminem, "Some days I just wanna call it quits, I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks." But I kept going because I couldn't afford not to. It's the same for creative endeavors, as with anything else.

I have sympathy for fic writers, especially in this current fannish climate where you're essentially shouting into the void. But at the same time, after a while, you really do have to take stock of your priorities and decide what's important to you. Engagement is nice and we could all stand to receive more recognition for our efforts, but it cannot be the engine that drives you.

This has been a recurring pattern in my life. I've learned that I can really only be my own cheerleader most of the time. Maybe it's this way for most people, maybe not, but that's just how it is for me.

On top of that, I feel guilty about not doing enough to support my friends' stuff while handling own stuff. So thanks for the reminder.

[formula1fanfiction]

Charles Leclerc / Sebastian Vettel

Title: Shoot your shot

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Sebastian Vettel

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Sebastian Vettel, George Russell, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Lewis Hamiltion

Prompt: When seb saw all the difficulties Leclerc has faced with Ferrari texted him and said him that he wanted give him hug, but when they come across at Suzuka they do more than hugging.

A/N: Who knew so many feeling could come out of making bee hotels XD

"Who are you texting?" Pierre tries to catch a glance at Charles' screen but the younger man pushes his hand away and quickly slips his phone into his pocket. Pierre pouts at him. "Come on Charles, you know you have to tell your best friend if you are seeing someone?"

The truth is, Charles isn't seeing anyone he just doesn't want to share his texts from Sebastian with Pierre, he would spoil it somehow will his crude dirty jokes. When all the texts are just Seb being a great support, when Ferrari fuck things up from him, there is always a text of support from Seb. Sometimes offering words of advice and sometimes just offering a friendly hug.

Sebastian will always be special to Charles, he had welcomed him to Ferrari with open arms, still offering words of advice with a kind smile even when Charles had started beating him. The way he held Charles during his first time and ever so carefully took his virginity.

"Charles?" Pierre's whining voice brings him back to the present. "I had better go, we are making those bee hotels and I need to smash my head against a brick wall before I spend time with Esteban." Pierre pulls him into a tight hug before walking into the direction of the Alpine garage. Charles smiles fondly as he watches Pierre, he loves his best friend with his whole heart.

His smile turns into scowl only a few hours later, he's finally reunited with Sebastian again but its Pierre talking to him, something about honey bees while Sebastian explains how the bee hotels work.

"Your boyfriend left you too?" He turns to look at George and it's then he notices Lewis is also off in the distance with Seb and Pierre. "Yes.." Charles finds himself saying, he doesn't know why he's telling George of all people, when Pierre doesn't even know. "It's different for you, you get to have Lewis every race weekend. I only have this weekend."

George is giving him a strange look. "Wait, it's Seb?" Well, shit. George obviously thought he was with Pierre. George's look of confusion has be changed to a polite smile. "Shoot your shot Charles."

The making of the hotels turns out to be pretty fun, he makes Carlos gather all the materials, while he stays as close to the hotel as possible listening to the words of advice Seb is giving to the other drivers.

"Mate, piece of art." Pierre finally gets his attention and gestures to the Esteban heart Pierre on his hotel. Charles just laughs at him, while Pierre keeps talking about abstract and other such things, Charles isn't really listening, his attention focused on Sebastian talking to the McLaren guys.

They finish up the project by taking a group photo, Charles stands between Alex and George so close yet so far away from Seb. Just as they are about to leave he hears George and Seb. "Go say hi, I think he misses you." That British traitor.

"Charles, Hi. You didn't think I had forgotten about you did you?" He sees George give him thumbs up behind Sebastian's head before being dragged away by Lewis. Charles doesn't say anything, the thoughts are buzzing in his brain, he had planned exactly what to say and now Seb is here, he can't say anything.

"I just wanted our reunion to be a bit more special." Sebastian pulls him into a hug, Charles clings onto him for dear life. "Do you want to come back to my hotel room?" Luckily Sebastian had agreed, it would have been very embarrassing had he said no.  

"I miss you too Charles, so much." Seb sits next to him on the double bed and pulls him in to another hug. "I know you are just a text away but its' not the same, I miss having you around."

"I just want to touch and hold you while I have you." Charles doesn't know how he has the confidence to be so forward, usually he blushes and hints until the other person finally understands but George's words echo in his brain. shoot your shot. and he doesn't know when he'll see Seb again.  

"What do you mean?" Shoot your shot Charles. Charles isn't sure what the best way to say I want you inside of me.  So instead he pushes his fingers into Sebastian's hair and kisses him, savouring the test and feel of his mouth as the older one starts kissing him back, pulling him closer until Charles is sat in his lap, shamelessly rubbing himself against Sebastian's hardening crotch.

"Are you sure Charles?" Sebastian pants into his mouth, he nods eagerly. Sebastian doesn't waste a single second and rolls them over, so Charles' back is pressed against the bed. They quickly divest each other of all clothing, until they are both naked and panting with need and desire.

Sebastian takes both their cocks in his hand and strokes them at the same time, Charles already feels himself falling apart, it's been so long and he doesn't want to come without having Seb inside of him. He reaches over a presses the tube of lube into Sebastian's palm. "I want you inside of me, please."

Charles spreads his legs as he watches Sebastian pour a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, then rubbing his hand down Charles' body until he gets to his hole. He ever so carefully eases the first finger inside, Charles throws himself back in lust, finally he's going to have Seb again.

"I finger myself, just like this, wishing it was you." Sebastian has just gotten the second finger inside when Charles tells him this new information. He stalls for a few moment, to soak it but Charles lets out a while of frustration and Seb quickly gets back to it and works his way up to three fingers, until Charles can't take it anymore.

"Please, please Seb, take me."  

Charles lets out a small sob as Sebastian pulls his fingers out and coats his cock with some of the lube, his cock is hard with a small bead of pre cum glistening at the tip, Charles can't wait to feel it inside of him, filling him up.

Sebastian has Charles' back pressed against the bed, legs wrapped around his strong waist as he slowly enters him with one swift move, both of them cry out in pleasure. "So tight, Charles." Sebastian squeezes his hips in a bid not to cum instantly.

He starts thrusting almost immediately, filling him with long passion filled thrusts. Charles leans forward and wraps his arms around Sebastian's strong body, pushing his cock deeper, hitting all the sensitive areas.

"Fuck." Sebastian snaps his hips forehead, fucking him a little harder as their lips meet once again. Sebastian reaches down and takes Charles cock into his hand and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts, still hitting all those sensitive little nerves inside of him. Charles loses it first, he's been on the edge for so long, he pants out Sebastian's name as he spills his load over those long fingers.

Sebastian fucks Charles through his orgasm, much slower now as to savour the moment and not over stimulate Charles, it's enough though to push him over the edge, Charles has clamped vice like around him and all too soon he's shooting his load inside of Charles' soft velvety walls.

So did it work?  Charles smirks as he reads the text from George, Seb reads it over his shoulder.

"You know if you wanted me Charles you could have just asked me yourself and not get George to do it." Maybe George isn't a British traitor after all.

[carleiin]

ranpo loves your eyes.

˗ˏˋ sypnosis 'ˎ˗ — reader likes ranpo, but she's a little too obvious with it!!

˗ˏˋ content 'ˎ˗ — ranpo x smitten!reader, SFW, fluff, lots of teasing, love confession, bulleted

To be frank, Ranpo didn't really need an assistant. But if he were to pick, he'd be glad it's you. You're so fun to be around! You follow along with his endeavors, even attempt to conduct your own agenda contributing to the masses.

He undeniably loves your eyes and he's not shy to show it. From praises to full on call-outs, you know full well he can read you just like a book from them.

Sometimes, he stares into them just so he could see you bashfully look away. He sees that subtle glint of curiosity within them when you peer at his usual grinning expression, and of course, his favorite: your adoration for his excellence.

You're so cute. Ranpo finds the way you hesitate to speak more in fear of sending unecessary signals to him was absurd. He knows! It's obvious you have a crush on him! He's the greatest detective after all. Most of all, he doesn't mind one bit.

He doesn't like being decieved.. or attempted to be decieved— so he'd hate to lead you on if he wasn't interested. It seems that your eyes speak more than your mouth because whenever you look at him, he always feels a magnetic pull to never look away from you, ever.

It's taking such a long time for you to actually gain courage and make a move. So instead, Ranpo came up with a grand solution: send the signals you needed for confirmation instead!

He would ask you to hold his hand just so he could scurry around to different stalls after one successful mission. Of course, you'd comply albeit hesitant. That's weird. You take notice that whatever circumstances he may be in, he doesn't let go. Ranpo would be given food and gifts, your hand would be left unattended; being hung around the air. However, no longer than 15 seconds, Ranpo takes it back to his own once again.

It's nice. You like holding his hand. On the other hand, it starts to grow on the young detective too. There it is again.. that really pretty look on your expression. You're so expressive. Glossed with abundance of your natural optic hues, your lips twitch into a very soft smile. This doesnt escape his observant eyes. Really, nothing escapes his observant eyes.

Before you could say something, he already opened his mouth. "Ah." He mumbles under his breath, his gaze never leaving yours. You start to get nervous, a churning sensation surging through your stomach. Is something wrong? Did you do something? Is everything okay? A question piles after another question— but before you could act, he cuts you off with a hearty laugh— one full of joy.

Ranpo calls out your name, catching your utmost attention.

"Keep holding that, okay? Until tomorrow— heck, even the whole week!" Ranpo exclaims, taking you in by surprise. "The Great Detective's grasp is yours!"

He says that with so much pride and confidence, you feel like you'd melt on the spot. Refusing, you attempt to explain that it would hinder his work.

It looks like you're only persuading a brick wall, though. Cause no matter what reasons you give him, he still has that grin on his face. You sigh, and admit a silent, inevitable defeat.

He finds the way you softly gaze at him super lovely. Can you do it more often?It's like his go-to candy. When you'd start to shift in your place restlessly, he can't help but find amusement in your current delimma.

But in his recent observations, today might be the day.

"Oh stop it, you.." you suddenly utter, a warm hue on your face. The blood reached all the way up to your ears as you avert your gaze. Ranpo didn't realize he was staring at you for far too long. Who wouldn't? You look lovely. You look lovely to him everyday. The detective grins, asking what's wrong.

"You know already, don't you?" It was a question he didn't anticipate but the answers stays the same. Yes. He knew. For a long time. But what he didn't see is that you must've known as well. You know Ranpo loves seeing you fumble around your words when he gets close, and you knew that he finds the way you pamper him very dear. He's made it clear to you, many times.

You aren't his assistant for no reason. You aren't for show, that's for sure. Ranpo replies, seemingly unbothered. "What do you want to make out of it?"

You only slump in defeat. There's no winning this man when it comes to wits. Especially when Ranpo knows you like the back of his hand. You lay your genuine thoughts gently.

"I like you, you know. It's almost agonizing. Truly."

Oh. Oh wow. Hold on. Unable to hide his flushed state, he tried to play it off with an obnoxious grin. How absurd! Surely you know his answer by now? Surely you do.

After all, from that gaze of yours— It looks like you definitely do!

i did it 🙄 I wrote something in this godforsaken app. will the bots stop following me now? 😭 anyway!! enjoy Ranpo lovers ♡