#he’s a spiteful lil’ dummy

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pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x f!reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; trevor x jamie x mason wc — 2.2k synopsis — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving?

note — happy valentine's day, my lovelies!! as my gift to you, i've decided to release whatever the hell this is from the archive <3 i randomly dropped this on patreon post-ficmas '24 because, per usual, i was possessed by the ghost of perpetual horniness! we know it'll happen again, so just know i am totally down to write a follow-up if there's any interest teehee! oh, and to the anons who requested some jd + tz content after the trade (rip), i hope this satisfies the craving!! (and you don't mind masey being thrown in the mix)

and with that... i’ll see myself out 🚶‍♀️

specific content warnings under the cut.

cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! + trevor calling himself daddy (once) while being condescending to all parties lolz

“—stop getting in my way.”

"or what?"

silence.

then, an exasperated groan.

“i wouldn’t need to be in the way if you were doing it right.”

the long, drawn-out sigh you hear sounds far away, like an echo from somewhere out in the distance, but you know it's coming from behind you—directly behind you.

your boyfriend abandons the soft curves of your chest, which you vehemently protest with a petulant mewl, to massage the tension building between his eyes; if he’d known this would turn into such a headache, he never would’ve suggested this.

“clock’s running, boys. if you wanna waste your very limited time between my girl’s pretty legs bickering with each other, be my guest.”

jamie and mason exchange a glare, united in their distaste for their friend’s tone and attitude in spite of their sudden animosity toward one another.

a pretty girl could do that to a friend group.

only, you haven’t come between the trio in the way one might assume. you might’ve been the catalyst in jamie and mason’s current strife, sure, but that's where your meddling begins and ends. no, you’ve come between them in more of a physical sense, at the behest of your boyfriend and their best friend.

trevor zegras veered toward possessive—territorial, even—most days, but, tonight, he’s feeling strangely generous. it is the season of giving, after all. however, his kindness hardly felt like a gift anymore. the gesture lost its luster soon after the silky ribbon was untied and discarded... and the bitching began. charity work would be a more apt descriptor, in his humble opinion.

he’s expecting an edible arrangement from the ladies of orange county in the near future.

but if anyone deserves some compensation, it's most definitely you, and trevor has just the shiny something in mind. what was originally intended to be the crown jewel of your holiday gifts will now function as a “thank you letting my friends use you as a practice dummy” token of appreciation.

“guess we also need to teach you to share,” you huff, exhausted from the accidental edging and frustrated by trevor's shifted attention.

the worst part is that you don’t think they’re perceptive enough (or have enough experience with a woman’s body, even) to see the agony, the by-product of their inadvertent torture, smeared plainly across your dazed and dewy face. your boyfriend's best friends have unintentionally dragged you to the brink of insanity, and you're reluctantly hanging on by a fragile thread.

said boyfriend's lips caress your temple. “can’t say i blame them. with you freshly unwrapped—just out of the box—and all... i wouldn't know how to share you, either.”

eager is a nice way of putting the boys' behavior thus far, but selfish is a more befitting adjective for their uncoordinated fervor.

two interesting things to note since you were spread wide—presented—to your boyfriend’s closest friends and collegues. the first being that while jamie is enthralled by the way you clench around his lithe fingers, mason favors his mouth; and second, trevor’s harder than a rock from showering his friends with the same domineering aura usually reserved for you in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

(or, the backseat of his car. the abandoned lifeguard tower beside the pier and, on occasion, the recently refurbished dressing room.)

mason also enjoys spitting on your sensitive bits more than he’s comfortable with, the apprehension bright in his eyes. but, watching the run-off of his saliva and your syrupy arousal drip onto jamie’s fingers before both are shoved into your heat is too distracting to pay any mind to the internal chaos of unearthing a new and unforeseen kink.

what jamie lacks in skill and experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. for all his bashfulness, jamie drysdale is not shy about finger-fucking.

momentarily sat on his haunches, mason watches with feverish intent as his friend curls your toes with the simple curl of his marriage and middle, his pinky and pointer fingers splayed wide to keep his eye on the prize, sight unimpeded by plush, silky distractions.

no bells and whistles, just diligence.

soon, watching ceases to satiate the burly man and mason slips his own thumb into the mix. with his lips or his tongue—or his fingers, it now seems—mason mctavish is obsessed with your clit.

trevor shoots him a knowing wink; that's his favorite part, too. never do you make prettier sounds than when you’re having that special, highly-responsive bundle tended to. fingers, tongue, trevor's thigh... it doesn't matter, you fall apart all the same.

mason nudges jamie to one side and, much to your surprise, he goes without a fight this time, still stroking you closer and closer to the summit.

with his greater access, mason leans down. his nose splits duties with his thumb as he places wet, open-mouth kisses on your inner thighs, mons pubis, and, finally, the coveted pearl throbbing for affection. his mouth wraps around the little bud before pausing. he looks up for approval.

from trevor.

with the dip of his chin and a peck to your balmy cheek, your boyfriend encourages his best friend to suck on his girlfriend's clit.

mason needs no further coaxing. he alternates between suction and kitten-licks; his tongue was beginning to feel left out. all the while, jamie’s devoted fingers keep you pleasantly teetering on the end.

it's amazing the difference time and a little scolding can make.

“i think you’re enjoying this a little too much, bunny.”

“—m’sorry,” you whimper.

his warm, familiar chuckle fills your ear as he strokes your cheek. “i’m only teasing. you know how much i love watching you get all worked up. and, this way, i get to sit back and enjoy the view while they do all the dirty work.”

your eyes roll back, and his amusement grows louder.

“maybe, we’ll do this again? i wonder how fast they could get you off when they already know how the tricks.”

a raw, guttural sound claws past your lips.

trevor growls into your neck between love-bites. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, greedy girl? is my mouth not enough for you—y’need my friends’ too? such a slutty little bunny i have..."

"no—only want y-you."

it comes out in a few, demure hiccups, the clarity of your protest impeded by those and the frantic shaking of your head.

your boyfriend can't help but twist your mind when you're like this, too weak and preoccupied by pleasure to give him any lip. his brat's gone sweet, fully subdued. and now he can have a little fun.

“—i know, i know. no need to get all worked up over nothing, silly girl. but it wouldn't matter much if you did, though, right?" the hand cradling your chin moves your head in agreement; he knows you're too far gone—too fucked out, to function. "no, it wouldn't because daddy doesn't share his toys. he needs you all to himself."

in this moment, you aren't sure if trevor loves or loathes you.

“lost your voice, bunny? you’re strangely quiet for a slut i know is close. i can hear it, and i know you can too. we all know you're fucking soaked. go on, don't be shy. i think their good behavior has earned them some praise, hm? doin' so good at following my directions—almost as obedient as you are, pretty thing. be sweet, then you can cum all you want."

his words, coupled with the overstimulation between your bent and parted knees, send your brain down a cloudy, all-consuming spiral. too overwhelmed by the boys kneeling at your altar, you can hardly string together cohesive thoughts, let alone speak adequate praise for their efforts.

...as if trevor expected anything out of your mouth other than garbled, pathetic mumbling anyway.

not to mention, jamie found the spot that makes you see stars on the ceiling as his best friend was busy whispering filth into your ear, and he's been bullying it with his deft fingers—three of them now, buried down to the knuckle. he gives it a short, purposeful rub just to show off his treasure.

you shriek and buck your hips into mason's waiting mouth. as his head dips back down to nestle against you, the angle of jamie's fingers changes and your vision blurs just a tad.

trevor's amusement thunders in your ears as he keeps you from shying away from the new sensation, an arm looped around your waist keeping you tight to his bare chest. and good thing, too, seeing as mason's tongue slips in between jamie's fingers not a second later.

they're right and truly pleasuring you now, and you can't wait a second more.

you surrender.

and, as promised, you show them what real moans sound like from a woman—not that fake shit they subject you and trevor to through the walls on a semi-regular basis.

the sounds of you ripping at the seams spur them on, and it's starting to get difficult to discern who's to blame for the puddle beneath you. this are sloppier and more obscene than ever, and you're loving every single second of it, you almost feel like this is your gift and not theirs.

—which is why you nearly write it off as a trick of a pleasure-drunk mind.

you feel it against your sopping, swollen folds before they notice it themselves; in electing to run their tongues up and down the same path at the same time, their mouths mingled along the way—and continue to do so. the delicious, foreign sensation of their mouths tangled in a clandestine dance buys your silence. and easily.

sooner or later, they’d realize and your fun would mostly likely cease—they've never given any indication of feeling either way—and you weren’t about to speed the process along, especially not when you have the pearly gates in sight.

trevor's won't call attention to it either because he's enjoying it as much as you are. maybe more. he's twitching like crazy against the small of your back, and each time jamie and mason convene between your knees, his hips shamelessly rut into you softness like a feral dog.

he nudges you, warm lips against your cheek. "look."

giving your head a downward tilt, his firm hand directs your attention to the object of his—your boyfriend isn't the only one seeking respite by way of aimless grinding.

mason and jamie have their hips flush to your bed, their burning, sweat-stained cheeks glued to your inner thighs, one slightly scratchier than the other—the best of both worlds. their eyes are nearly black with lust. their frantic movements are more pleasure-seeking than precise, driving into the wrinkled sheets with just one thing in mind.

you've never seen anything quite like it before, and your body reacts in kind.

naturally, trevor sees the signs before anyone. he knows your body best, something he takes great pride in. you'd wager he knows more about what makes you tick than even you do. he's put in enough hours, that's for sure.

trevor doesn't bother disgusting the desire weighing on his voice, "beg."

your lips part as if on cue. your boyfriend (selfishly) indulges your pitiful little whines and repetitive pleas—he'll never pass up an opportunity to rub his handiwork in envious faces—but, eventually, he cuts you off before you get too far into the bit.

"—not you, silly bunny. them."

aghast, mason rips his mouth away and you whine at the sudden loss. jamie strokes your walls sympathetically.

"you're joking."

"does it sound like i'm joking, mctavish? you're lucky i'm even letting you see her like this, let alone touch what's mine, and it's a fucking privilege to watch her cum. convince me that you've earned it."

you weren't expecting to find it so erotic, the power trevor wields over them. you're no stranger to his persuasive prowess; his commands alone were enough to get you off some nights. but this is different, and markedly so.

watching him command his best friends—his friends, reducing them to docile creatures eager to eat from the palm of his hand with words alone, is what tips you over the edge.

their persistent chorus of compliance is swallowed entirely by your wanton cunt, but that was by design.

trevor always knows what you need.

when the dam in your abdomen fractures alongside your voice, he holds your wrists tight to his bare thighs, preventing you from grounding yourself in either of his friends' messy mops or finding purchase anywhere on his body. he can't have you distracted. he needs you to enjoy every second of it. your full, undivided attention must be on the pampering you're receiving, and the tender care with which his friends provide it.

it's okay if you're too weak—of mind, body or both—to make that happen for yourself. your boyfriend is more than willing to pin you down as you ride out your first high of the night. happy to, really.

on the come down, jamie rubs light, lazy circles over your sore, swollen clit almost apologetically. mason laps up your release because it'd be a crime to waste a drop—trevor made that abundantly clear earlier in the night. once he's drunk you dry, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"i think i could, um, use a bit more practice?" he announces bashfully—as if he didn't just make you squirt into his mouth.

jamie perks up at his side, fingers and lips still shiny. he's savoring the fruit of their labors like a precious delicacy, knowing it could be the last time he gets a taste. dark lashes shy and fluttering, his puppy-dog eyes blink up at you. "me too."

a wicked smirk forms on trevor's face; they see it, you hear it.

"gentlemen, how's your stroke game?"

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[coffeesleep-ooc]

this probably has been done before but hear me out

sleeping beauty au but the big bad witch is just a recently transmigrated SY that fcks up and accidentally curses the lil weenie princess (maybe LMY? Maybe NYY?) and when the prince (maybe LBH? Or maybe LQG trying to fix his sister) comes to defeat him, he falls in love with this dummy instead and the princess ends up sleeping happily in her palace for who knows how long

alternatively, more knights and princes come to the rescue and none get out alive (and SY ends up living with an harem he doesn’t understand he has, and the hows or the whys) meanwhile everyone believes the witch is impossible to defeat.

OR ALTERNATIVELY! SJ is angry af bc YQY the king chose a dull woman to marry and he curses his daughter out of spite and broken heart, and then a dashing prince coming to save the princess decides to forcefully adopt him and give him love

is it obvious how many brainworms i have lately??? Aaaa

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hiiiiiiiiiii :) do u have any soft lalo HCs? like do u think he ever says i love you? does he even believe in romantic love?? would he cry in front of u or let you help him with wounds or when he's too fucked up to function?? this man is so hard but like ugh baby boy...

(ps i've said this before but god i can't get enough of ur work ur massive brain kills me)

HIIIII im so glad you like my stuff!!!! i got some lalito thoughts for u but they're kinda sad 🥺 hope u like it

the elusive sfw post on SSM 😳 limited release imma sell this as an NFT

warning: homophobia, violence/blood, intoxication

does he say "i love you"?: yes

does he believe in romantic love?: absolutely

would he ever cry in front of you?: no! :) not a chance in hell. you would have to be mortally wounded for him to let a single teardrop out and even then he wouldn't want you to see it.

^ the reason for that is what we call trauma 😌 tío hector fucked his brain up immensely.

lalo is gay. im not even remotely sorry but look at him. he has no interest in women and he never did. that was probably a real blow to hector's ego. he was raising lalo (and the other cousins later on) to take over the business, to be strong, to be a man. and in his eyes, lalo's sexuality was a weakness, a weakness that had to be beaten.

and in the spirit of helping him beat his weakness, lalo probably got the shit beat out of him throughout his childhood anytime he did something fruity. it was to show him what strength is, what he was supposed to be.

obviously, his sexual orientation wasn't changing. you cannot beat the gay out of someone. but he changed in other ways.

if his sexuality was a flaw, a weakness, then he would have to compensate for it. he could not show weakness in any other aspect of his life. ever. he could not let anything hurt him. he trained himself not to cry. if someone called him a faggot, he'd say "damn right!" and laugh it off. anytime he felt fear or sadness, he'd mold it into anger instead.

i'd imagine that he spent most of his adolescence/young adulthood trying to prove he could be strong in spite of his orientation. and in the salamanca family, strong means ruthless, brutal. there was probably some incident where he proved himself to be just as vicious as anyone else, and that earned him his uncle's respect. he still wasn't thrilled that his nephew was gay, but he didn't resent him for it anymore. he accepted that was just how he was.

as lalo grew up, he grew more comfortable being soft in certain aspects. he would still never cry, but he let himself enjoy moments of vulnerability.

i think his love language would be acts of service. cooking for you, giving you gifts, little things he can do to show you how much he cares. he tends to be more of a giver, but he likes to get spoiled on occasion :3 he may be a brat about it first tho

him getting too fucked up to function? anon your MIND. mans hits the tequila too hard at a party and you have to be the one to take him home. he swears up and down that he's fine, but he can't even walk straight. lalo gimme your keys i'm driving you back.

he blows a raspberry at you and whines "whaaaaat?! nooo, you don't... you don't gotta do that for me. i can drive just fine." he fishes his keys out of his pocket and immediately drops them on the ground.

alright that's it get in the damn passenger seat you dummy. he's too sauced to buckle himself in so you have to do it for him. when you lean over him he pulls you in for a kiss and giggles to himself.

tending to his wounds. anon your big juicy throbbing pulsating MIND. definitely a case where he's forced to show some weakness. lil homie gay ass comes home with a gunshot wound in his arm and he's like "oh this? yeah, work today got a little heated. i'm okay, though. :)"

lalo there is a hole in your arm. you are not fine.

"no really, i am! see?" mans holds up the BULLET HE FISHED OUT OF HIS ARM AND SHOWS IT TO YOU 💀💀💀 "i got it out! :D"

okay, cool. there is still a hole in your arm. please let me stitch it up.

you take him into the bathroom and have him sit on the edge of the bathtub while you stitch him up. you weren't an expert, but the fifth or sixth time he tried to sleep off a stab wound had given you some decent practice.

he winces and sharply inhales when the needle goes in, but he's quick to cover his tracks with a joke. "carajo (damn), do you have to pull so hard? just shoot me again, why don't you!"

yes lalo i do there is a gaping fucking hole in your body let me fix it you freak

"okay, okay, do what you gotta. you're so good to me, baby. gonna fix me up and make me look nice and pretty, eh?"

in conclusion! this man needs so much therapy 🖤

[bibbykins]

Sneak-Peek of the Moonlight Reign rewrite

Hello all! I am here to deliver a fun little tidbit of the very first series I published on here but way, way, rewritten. I wrote the first chapter of Moonlight Reign not long before I turned 17, if I remember correctly, and I love the concept a lot but... not so much my execution so I, of course, changed it up a bit.

It is going to be my brand of kinda soft yandere and an ot7 x reader fic! The MC is going to be a school nurse with more or less the same background but 18 when she left and is now currently in her early to mid twenties. Jungkook will still have been a friend so here is a fun snipped into their friendship before shit hits the fan! Ask any and all questions you may have ofc and rest assured, I am still working on THB and have a lil snippet to give for that soon!

“You really shouldn’t leave your door open like that, you know.” He tsked like he always did.

You shrugged as you helped him unpack the food, “We’re the only ones on the top floor.” You reminded him, “it would be quite silly of a criminal to come all the way up to the 20th floor.” You chided.

“Still.” He tried to argue but quickly gave up. Jungkook knew by now that you could take care of yourself, but sometimes you wished you’d let him do it for you more often. However, he let this potential argument go, this time. He looked around and narrowed his gaze at the TV, “Why do you still have the news on?” 

You paused and looked up from your food as it prattled on about your family, “I guess I forgot,” You forced your casual tone, “Did you get-”

“Syndicates, huh…?” He echoed the news reporter’s words, eyes fixated on the screen with a curious look, “The news is so weird with this stuff.”

The chopsticks in your hand stilled. You wanted to say that the syndicates were even weirder since they were the ones that probably signed off on the script. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned: how to play chess outside on a park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them. The world was just a series of moving parts to build your machine. It had all been the same to you for far too long. 

“Like I care, it’s just background noise.” A lie, you hated lying, but it was something you had to get used to doing for the sake of your safety.

“You aren't scared of these guys at all?” Jungkook looked at you like you were crazy, although his eyes didn't match the rest of his face's intensity.

Shaking off the weird notion, you rolled your eyes, “A world without you buying me dinner is pretty spooky but that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of making dinner or worse, ordering it myself, on a Friday night.” You giggled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Is that all I am to you? A sugar daddy?” He asked in mock offense and you nearly spit out your drink.

You swallowed roughly before glaring at him as he laughed, “If you’re my sugar daddy, I need a new one.” You retorted and his laugh died while a childish pout settled on his face, “I mean, all I get is a measly dinner once a week and I still have to work and pay my bills?” 

“Well, what do I get, huh?” He crossed his arms, and it made you chuckle. Laughter had never come easy to you growing up, and it still had a hard time coming to you but after years by Jungkook’s side it was easier than ever to do, “Where’s my sugar?” He thrusted his cheek toward you, tapping on it with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes in spite of the flutter in the pit of your stomach and pushed his face away with your index finger, “My presence is your sugar, dummy.” You teased and how easy it was to be human around him made you smile wider, “Plus I let you watch your silly little shirtless men.” 

He clicked his tongue, “First of all, if you’re going to call them shirtless men, at least call them hot because look at him.” He pressed a button on your remote and his favorite fighter, Park Jimin filled the screen, “Second of all, it’s literally fewer syllables to just say MMA fights.”

You took a bite of your food and shrugged, “Don’t you have, like, a million boyfriends? Wouldn’t you make them jealous drooling all over Jimin?” You challenged, vaguely remembering Jungkook saying he had more than three boyfriends at some point. Not that it was surprising, most people had at least two significant others. Unless they were you, of course. You had no one to talk to but the man sitting in front of you, forget about a significant other. “He would make me pretty damn insecure.” You chuckled.

Jungkook scrunched his brows at you, “Six.” He corrected, mirth filling his eyes already.

You looked from the TV to him, “Hm?” You tilted your head to the side.

“I have six boyfriends, thank you very much.” He stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes at his tone, “Why? Are you trying to give me seven significant others?” He feigned a scandalous gasp, “Well, the relationship is open, you know, so I guess I could pencil you in–” You cut him off by shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth with a glare. The teasing made your chest seize for a split moment when faced with his teasing smirk, so this had been the best way to shut him up. 

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Aren't they cute? Pain: incoming

Happy holidays, my dears! Thank you for remaining so patient, I hope this tickles some fancies and if you're an OG fan who read Moonlight Reign when I first released it, omg thank you for sticking around!

[hammah-head-shark]

[Gonna talk abt Armin Arlert in a lot of detail and a lot of words lol, also spoilers for season 1-4 ig? Also trigger warning for gun imagery]

Just thinking about Armin and how he has somehow managed to be my absolute favourite character OF ALL TIME since 2017, which is so strange to me because he is not the type of character that I’d usually be interested in when it comes to other shows?

Usually my favourite characters are the “comic relief” characters who also have an underlying complexity when it comes to their emotions and what they go through (Sokka is obviously a great example of this), as well as himbos/borderline hunks (I am a simple person, I see big kind dummy and fall in love - Hairo from saiki, Sidon from botw (who is probably more on the Hunk side of the spectrum but still), BOLIN, Kirishima) and also I like the “Underdog” characters too!

Tbh maybe that’s what it is about Armin? I’d say he is introduced as the underdog - yk he’s picked on as a child for being a nerd, small and weak, and then when he’s training in the cadets, he’s mentioned as not being all that skilled and doesn’t seem like he fits in with the other cadets. But then you see him come up with a plan to save his squad with the muskets (or whatever those guns were??) in season 1 and you see him figure out the female titan’s identity and all of these other things that make him strong in a different way to the others and it’s just like- seeing him be in his element and coming up with plans and being insightful and observant!

(And as I’m writing this I’m realising the similarities between him and Sokka, so maybe Armin being my all time favourite does make sense lol)

He’s also an “underdog” in a more meta-sense because I think out of the Eren/Mikasa/Armin trio, he is not the fan favourite lol. So maybe he’s my favourite out of spite for the other two because clearly Eren and Mikasa are favoured over Armin and I wanna be ✨quirky and different✨ by choosing the character who is the least popular (look I chose Team Instinct when I had Pokémon GO instead of Team Mystic or Team Valor out of spite because Team Instinct was so widely CLOWNED ON so I decided to be spiteful and pick it lmao)

I guess when you look at the surface of Armin’s character he just seems like every cliché nerdy shy character who’s sorta only smart and that’s it - but he is so much more than that and I just adore him so much.

Like he has dreams (and his biggest dream was accomplished in season 3!!! That whole scene where the squad is at the beach made me so fuckin happy and it was so beautifully animated and drawn and my heart just melted tbh) but also his confidence grows and he does things that I think other characters don’t have the guts to do (e.g. manipulating bertholdt with Annie LMAO) and he’s so fuckin selfless !! He literally almost got himself killed trying to save Jean in season 2 where he’s- fighting off that titan with his sword and Jean is like unconscious and then he saves Jean again in season 3 where he pulls out a gun on that woman on the cart like !! He’s prepared to sacrifice himself to help others (… episode 54 … </3 breaks my heart so much)

(I made my own version of this image lmfao vvv)

He’s a lot stronger than people would think, and he deserves so much more appreciation because he’s amazing !!!

Not to mention, he’s so goddamn PRETTY

Anyways it’s past 2am rn and I’m working tomorrow lol so I should probably end my lil ted talk on my opinions of Armin pfff

Ily Armin never change xoxo

[zibiscusloon]

What are some fun facts you have about knifekid?

Angst AND fluff?

Knifekid: Please, Zibi, just let me have one good day..

Me, angst in hand: Oh my gosh again? Give it a rest buddy-

{_💕🧀Fluff🧀💕_}

-As I’m sure you all know, he loves cheese. He’s also able to describe every single difference in all kinds of cheese and judges any cheese hater who doesn’t have the excuse of being lactose intolerant. His favorite is mozzarella.

-Along with being a fan of horror novels, Knifekid is surprisingly a big sap for romance novels. Chippy likes to tease and poke fun at him for it, since it clearly comes from him being a pining fool- he denies this though-

-He likes to try knitting due to his needle hands. Granted, he isn’t good at it per say, but he’s doing his damn best! (He’s working on making all his friends scarfs-)

-My boy goes limp at any form of affection. He’s not used to it so he’ll just stand there like a deer in headlights, congrats, the boy is now confused yet also ecstatic.

-His childhood best friend Carmen taught him how to tap dance back at the asylum, he never did it a lot back then, but now that he doesn’t have his folks constantly breathing down his neck, if he’s pulled onto a dance floor he is not getting down for any reason.

-He has a craving for familial love and even though he’s still working towards finding his own home, his friends have all placed themselves in his life as his found family.

-His gay awakening was over a cute boy he’d met at the asylum. Said boy was one of the lucky few that actually got out, as his parents family eventually won back their custody of him, but Knifekid had a big dummy crush none the less and that “Oh shit-“ realization.

-He’s strong enough that he can just pick anyone in the group up. His favorite to live is Mugsy of course- but he’ll also come over and randomly pick Cuphead or Chippy up if his “they’re about to do something stupid” senses start tingling.

-He’ll eventually be getting a permanent residence and an actual home in Disaster Utensils! But that’s spoilers so y’all ain’t gonna know when or with who 🤫

-More on his reading adventures, Knifekid is not a Shakespeare fan. He will rant to you about the stupidity and dumbassery of the characters all day if you let him. Only play he likes is Macbeth cause he deems Lady Macbeth badass.

-He’s a blanket thief! Lad likes to be cozy.

{_🖤🔪Angst🔪🖤_}

-He’s honestly a lil jealous of all his friends. Since all of them have legal guardians. He wants a eccentric theatre dad like Newsie & Sloane. He wants a mildly strict but ever protective mum like Chippy and Amara. Hell! He’d like a cooky old granddad on top of that! Life’s just not that fair sometimes..

-He can’t sleep without the door cracked open. Being closed in a room makes him start to feel anxious and uncomfortable, and sends his head right back to his room in the asylum. He wants to know there’s always an exit.

-Any sort of thunder or lighting is able to send him into a panic attack. He’s had.. rather unpleasant experiences with electricity in the past..

-He only ever stuck around with Bowlboy due to how desperate he was for some kind of connection. Even if their relationship was rather give and take.

-He’s distrustful if any sort of law enforcement. His parents always integrated into his head how anyone he told about his situation would take their side, as he would be a spiteful lil runaway, and he’d be returned right back them..

-He has a huge complex of viewing himself as a monster, this of course stemming from his dad reminding him of it every single day.

-Another one of his functions was tracking down escapees in the asylum, a few of which were either injured or killed in the process. As everyone knew he was practically the Scal’s guard dog, this further isolated him from the other patients of the facility..

-He’s become so agitated with his claws before.. that he’s tried to.. break them off. He got fed up with them hurting himself, with them hurting others, he just wanted them gone! ..Sloane stopped him before he managed to hurt himself like that..

[90minsofscreentime]

My favourite lil’ dingoos, Harry Lockhart everybody 😌🥺😖🥰🌺

KISS KISS BANG BANG (2005) — wri. ∕ dir. shane black

[freakova]

For the ask game, Jr., and Munch, and Abe! :D

Thank you!! <3 

BOWSER JR.

First impression Thought he was kinda ugly and stupid and I hated his beady lil’ eyes. I was a fool and had no brain. Impression now I love hIM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! I LOVE HIM! SO MUCH!!! He’s a sweetie pie! Favorite moment When Bowser picks Jr. up in Paper Jam after you fight him and just decides to DESTROY PEACH’S KINGDOM OUT OF SPITE. Also Jr. crying and hugging Morton in Bowser Jr.’s Journey. Also also, Jr. stubbing his toe and crying over it in Strikers Charged I’m sorry I can’t choose. Idea for a story I know I’ve gone off about this idea before but, I genuinaly love the idea of Antasma returning and using Jr.’s dreams to mind control him/persuade him to help plot against the Mario Bros., Bowser and Dreambert. (Like he uses Jr.’s fear of letting his dad down/Bowser’s fear of losing his son to make him stronger) I know it will never happen cause Alpha Dream died but...I can dream...No pun intended... Unpopular opinion Jr.’s voice in Super Mario Sunshine was good.  Favorite relationship Jr. and Bowser (Of coarse) Favorite headcanon I headcanon that Jr. doesn’t have a mother, period. Since the storks bring the babies in the Mario universe and Bowser is a royal, he was entitled to have a blood child as next in line so they storks just went “Ok, Just base the baby on one parent then lol” 

MUNCH

First impression When I was a lil kid, I thought Munch was a baby and wanted to protect him. I was 7 and he was my baby. Impression now I’m 25 and he is still my baby.  Favorite moment When he zaps his heart rate monitor in the Vyyker scene and does that stupid gasp noise thinking he’s dead sdfvhda\jkfhdjkf  Idea for a story I guess a reimagine of MO for the new Quintology where he doesn’t meet Abe straight away and you have to gain Munch’s trust because he’s suffering major ptsd from being tested on? I want him back in the new Quintology ok....... Unpopular opinion I’d say “Munch is a good character” but that isn’t an opinion that’s a fact LMAO--Anyway that idea that he would turn into Roid was a shit concept and thank god they scrapped it.  Favorite relationship Munch and Abe but in a alternate universe I would say Munch and Sam :’-[  Favorite headcanon If Munch experiences too much emotion and stress, it makes his sonar go haywire and can hurt people. :’-(

ABE

First impression Thought he was a funny lil’ alien but Munch was ten times better so what do I know Impression now WELL after we got that Soulstorm trailer, I would think of Abe and start crying because I remember how much I love him I’m willing to admit to that. Favorite moment That part in New N’ tasty where he tries to be all cool after getting the Shrykull powers and falls over LMAO Dummy Idea for a story *SMACKS WRIST LIKE I HAVE A WATCH* HELLO YEAH CAN WE PLEASE GET THAT ABE MEETS SAM ARC? AT LEAST A MENTION? It’s all I want what the fuck!!! Unpopular opinion Abe’s design is 10000 times better in Soulstorm. Also, Abe’s voice was HORRIBLE in Exoddus  Favorite relationship Abe and Munch, they’re buddies and pals YAY Favorite headcanonI’ll give you 2 cause I’m feeling spicy A) Abe was a mute for a large part of his life and had to deal with a lot of mockery from it. (Also Alf was his only friend that would still hang out with him sob) and B) Despite the fact I draw him crying like--50% of the time I HC Abe is least likely to cry out of all the heroes we’ve had. His mindset never goes “Hey maybe crying will help lol” He just like that. (But HEY If SS wants to prove me otherwise feel free lol)

[lunitik07]

Path to Paradise (Ch. 2)

Sorry about the inconsistent posting. I can’t really have a schedule for this story, since writing chapters takes so long, and then there’s life that gets in the way. I still hope you’ll enjoy this.  

(Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17832257/chapters/42201815#workskin ) (Last Chapter: https://dark-whisperx.tumblr.com/post/183471630588/path-to-paradise )

Jade cleared her throat, "So..." "So?" "What was that back there? What happened?" Elliott smirked, "Okay, get this- Mismagius back there was taking a walk with her child Misdreavus, right? Suddenly, they're being chased by... Something. The police don't know what yet. So Mismagius flees with Misdreavus into a dungeon called Ragged Mountain to try and get away from the thing. Somehow, they get separated, and only Mismagius makes it out." Jade furrowed her brows. How peculiar, she thought, that Mismagius and Misdreavus got chased by something, something like... "Is that your thinking face?" Elliott asked, now walking backwards. "Wha?" Jade said, losing her train of thought.   "I said, is that your thinking face, Axew? You seem to make that every time you think." "How do you know I'm thinking?" Elliott laughed, "it's pretty obvious." "Whatever." For a second, it was nice and quiet. Jade could hear the bird pokémon sing their happy tunes, and the forest 'mons scurrying around the trees, playing a game of chase. "Hey, you know, I never really asked you if you had a nickname." Elliott said, turning around to walk normally. "So, do you? Or do you just call yourself Axew?" "I'm Jade," she said, "Jade Connors. You can just call me Jade." "Well, Jade," Elliott said, smiling, "it's nice to finally meet you." "You too, Elliott." Jade smiled back.

They had eventually reached a huge, cliff-like mountain with many cave entrances. "We're here!" Elliott cheered. "Whoa." Jade muttered, studying the mountain. "'Whoa' is right!" Elliott said, "but just wait 'till you see the inside!" He then ran towards the first entrance, expecting Jade to follow. "C'mon!" he called. "Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Jade called back, proceeding to follow.

                                                  Ragged Mountain                                                               B1

Jade entered only to see huge, rocky walls surrounding her. The floor was made of dirt and gravel, and the ceiling of stalactites. Elliott sighed as he stepped in the cavelike area. "Dungeons are sure weird, huh?" "How come?" Elliott gave sort of an 'are you serious?' look, but quickly shook it off. "Well, you see, if you have items or money, and you get defeated in one, you lose it all. As for you, you get kicked out." Jade gave a strange look. "That's weird." "Yeah," Elliott agreed, "and I think that's what happened to you. Ya got hit on the head or something and knocked out." That would make sense, Jade thought, but I know that's not what really happened. Jade nodded slightly as she thought about it. "Also, quick lil' thing I should mention; if there are two or more 'mons in a dungeon, and one of 'em faints, they both get kicked out, regardless of the other's health." he said, furrowing his brows. "It's very annoying." "Alright," Jade muttered, taking in the information that had just been presented to her. Elliott flicked his tail impatiently. "... So? What are you waiting for?" "What do you mean?" asked Jade, turning around to look at her friend. "You're gonna lead, aren't you?" "What? N-No!" Jade yelped nervously. "C'mon!! It'll be fun! Plus, we need to hurry up before Misdreavus gets dungeon sickness." Jade gave a confused look. "Dungeon sickness?" "I'll explain it as we go." Elliott grumbled, straightening out his scarf. Jade then started through the only open path in the room.

She led Elliott through the first corridor of the dungeon. "So dungeon sickness," he said, clearing his throat, "isn't really a disease. It's actually something mental. It's like when a pokémon stays in a dungeon too long, they start to lose their minds. All they really want to do is attack. They don't even try to reason with you. Like, they go back to some sort of primitive state or somethin'. Really weird." "Is it curable?" Jade asked, turning around to look at him with wide eyes. "Elliott shook his head. "Not that I know of. Then again, I'm not the dungeon sickness expert, so..." Jade sighed nervously and turned back around. They had eventually reached the next room, where there lay a sleeping Gothita. Elliott pulled Jade's arm back. "Hey," he whispered, "be careful, that right there is a 'mon who got dungeon sickness." "Is there any way we can avoid waking it?" "Why don't you want to fight it?" Elliott asked. "After your vivid description of dungeon sickness, who would want to?!" Jade hissed. "That stuff's scary!" Elliott couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Oh my Arceus, it's-it's not that bad. Especially in easy dungeons like this." Jade growled, giving Elliott a look. "Is there any way we can avoid waking it up?" she repeated. "Okay, okay! Just... Just stay one foot away from it." Jade backed up against the room's walls, slowly inching around the sleeping pokémon. After making it safely around the enemy and to the next corridor, Jade sighed and thought about what had been explained to her. What if they didn't make it to Misdreavus in time? Would it happen to them? She could only wonder.

                                                      Outside

After exploring the majority of the floor, they made their way towards the stairs and to the outside. Jade and Elliott found themselves outside on the second floor of the mountain. On their left was a dead tree, looking as if it could be pushed over. On the other side of the dead tree was a giant gap leading to the left side of the mountain. Elliott walked out of the cave and smiled, inhaling the fresh air of the outside. "Ahhh," he sighed, "isn't it nice to be out of there?" "We're not done yet," Jade said, turning towards the dead tree. Misdreavus must be over there, she thought, since we couldn't find them anywhere else in the first floor.   "Misdreavus must be on the other side of that chasm," Jade thought out loud, "but how to get across?" "Well, dummy," Elliott said, walking up to the tree, "that's easy. You knock over that tree and walk across it." "I wasn't-" Jade started, but stopped, knowing he probably wouldn't listen anyways. "It looks like it can be knocked over with a physical move." He stated. "You should try. I know axew are very high in physical attack." Elliot said, turning around to look at Jade. "M-Me?" "Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to? The wind?" Jade inhaled nervously and looked down at her feet. "I don't know if I'd be much help, though." "Well, we can either use your strength to knock down the tree and get across, or we potentially burn down the only way to Misdreavus." Elliott said, sounding a bit serious.

Jade furrowed her brows and sighed. She looked back up at the tree and her pig friend, who seemed to be waiting for her to make a decision. "Fine. I'll try." she said, walking over towards the tree. Elliott backed up a bit to give Jade space. He flicked his tail impatiently and excitedly, anxious to see the tree fall. Jade straightened up and took a deep breath. What moves do I even have? she thought, studying the tree. I guess some of the obvious ones would be that I could scratch, and maybe use some intimidating move of the sort. "What are you waiting for?" Elliott complained. "It takes a minute!" Jade hissed, turning around to look at him. She sighed and closed her eyes. It's worth a try, Jade thought. Backing up a bit, Jade steadied herself. She readied her claws, stretching her fingers out. Jade flicked her tail and spread her legs slightly, gripping the ground. She then charged towards the tree and yelled, slashing it with all her might. The tree creaked a bit, starting to lean slightly backwards. It started out slow, but inch by inch, it fell a little faster than before. Finally toppling over completely, it reached over to the other side of the mountain, providing a safe passage to the next floor. "Aw yeah!!" Elliott cried, springing up from his seat and prancing around. "That was AWESOME!" Jade looked a bit shocked. It was she who knocked over a huge tree like that. Yes, it was dead and could easily be knocked over, but it was still a big tree. "C'mon!" Elliott cried, zooming past Jade to the other side. "W-Wait!" She called, taken aback by the situation. She sighed, knowing she would have to chase after him.                                                Ragged Mountain                                                            B2 Jade entered the dungeon, where there await an impatient Elliott. "Took you long enough." he said, flicking his tail in slight annoyance. Jade frowned, but decided that it wasn't too important and let it go. "Well, c'mon," Elliott said, getting up, "we don't have all day to find Misdreavus." Jade nodded solemnly. She then led Elliott through the floor's first hallway. Just as she was about to reach the other room, a minccino entered the hallway and walked right in from of them. "There's no escaping this fight!" Elliott whispered. "No crap," Jade whispered back. Completely ignoring her comment, he said, "It's your move, too. They wasted their turn coming towards us." "Alright..." Jade said nervously. Taking a deep breath, Jade used scratch. The Minccino squeaked in pain, although after that, it seemed to sort of shake it off. The little chinchilla-like pokémon hopped around and wiggled its tail at Jade, using Tail Whip. Jade used scratch again, knocking out the minccino. "Nice." Elliott commented. Jade didn't particularly like doing this. She knew after a while she'd probably get used to it, but as of now, it felt... Cruel. She felt as if she kicked a dog out of spite. "Let's... Let's just keep going, alright...?" Jade said, walking into the next room.

By the time they got to the hallway leading to about the third or fourth room, they heard some sort of wailing. It was chilling, and every time a new round of crying would start, the hairs on their necks would stand up. "It's Misdreavus!" Elliott cried. Jade gasped and ran down the last remaining part of the corridor. "I hope we're not too late!" she said, determination shining in her eyes. They had reached the room, and sure enough, there was Misdreavus. They were on the ground curled up, bawling and wailing. For some reason, Jade felt as if she needed to comfort Misdreavus by herself. It was this instinct in her that was telling her to go tell them it was alright. Motioning at Elliott to stay behind for one second, she gently approached the upset Misdreavus. "Misdreavus?" she said kindly, bending down to their level, "We're here to rescue you." Misdreavus stopped crying so intensely to look up at Jade. They were teary-eyed and upset. "I wan- I wan my momma!" Misdreavus snuffled. "We're going to bring you to her, alright? You just gotta trust us." she reassured, holding a hand out instinctively. Misdreavus nodded eagerly. They got up, trying to muster a smile. Jade smiled back. "Come on," she said, getting up as well, "let's go." Jade, Elliott and Misdreavus made their way to the outside of the dungeon, which led them to the outside. The trio then followed the path leading back to town, where there await them Officer Arcanine and Mismagius. As soon as the poor child caught sight of their mother, they immediately ran to her. "Momma!" they cried, burying their head in Mismagius's chest. "Oh, my baby!" Mismagius said, wrapping her ribbon like arms around Misdreavus. Jade smiled at the warm sight. It was nice seeing a family back together. It was nice to see them smile, to be happy. Officer Arcanine looked at Jade and Elliott. He nodded in a 'thank you' sort of way. The duo nodded back. Elliott was happy that he had done something good. You could see it written all over his face. Mismagius looked up at the Tepig and Axew as well. "Thank you," She mouthed, "thank you." Suddenly, Elliott's happy, feel-good expression turned into one of anxious realization. "Crap!" he hissed, turning around to run back to Ragged Mountain. "Elliott, w-wait!"Jade cried, a bit frazzled by the takeoff. "Wait!!" Elliott didn't hear her. He just kept running towards the orange, setting sun.

[dbzebra]

Not Just A Fling

Authors Note: So a few weeks ago, someone in my discord chat psted a fic that within the very first paragraph had Goten and Marron break up and say they were just a fling. Safe to say I was a lil butthurt. In response, I made this out of pure spite. It’s cheesy as fuck but at this point idc lmao

(Also, Marron is only 1 year younger than Goten as opposed to 3 in this. So shes 17 while hes 18. Just keep that in mind)

Pairing: Goten x Marron

Time Period: 11 years after Buu / 1 year post EOZ

Words: 1958

Son Goten stared at his now mostly empty bedroom. Boxes were stacked on the floor next to his old dresser. He still couldn't believe that he was going away to college tomorrow. He spent his whole life on Mt. Paozu and now he was leaving. At least temporarily. He could never truly move away. City life was not a permanent thing for him.

Until senior year, the eighteen year-old had no intention in going to college-and his parents were okay with that. If he really wanted to he could've just asked Bulma for a job at Capsule Corporation and she would've gave him one in a heartbeat. But boring office life wasn't his thing at all. He'd go crazy after a week of filing papers and answering phones about the same old crap. So he figured he'd give it a shot. College life was supposed to be so much better than high school, right?

At least, that's what Trunks told him. Goten's lifelong partner in crime was just finishing his freshman year at West City University, and the boys couldn't wait to dorm together.

Marron was sitting on the bed, happily twirling her golden locks in her fingers as Goku and Goten made the finishing touchings on packing. A part of him couldn’t believe they’d been dating for three years already.

"All set buddy?" Goku said, placing the last box down.

"Yeah, I'm good. Can you go check on Mom for me? She might still be a mess."

Goku smiled and went to find his wife. "Good idea."

He was going to miss the early morning training routine with his younger son. Goten had restarted his training back when he and Marron started going out a few years back. Nothing made Goku more proud than to see the great men his boys had become. Though despite not having his father’s extra push, Goten promised to keep up his training. He vowed to one day surpass his father.

“Trunks is comin’ right?” Marron asked him. She had on a white blouse, a pink skirt and matching shoes. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and back.

“Yeah, he just pulled up. He’s takin’ some stuff to the place now so it’ll be less of a load tomorrow.”

Goten went out into the living room to see his dad comforting a distraught Chi-Chi. The day she never thought would come finally came. Her baby boy was leaving her for good and never coming back. At least in her mind he was. Despite everything Goku said, it seemed to only make Chi-Chi cry more.

"Come on, honey. Goten can visit any time with Instant Transmission. Besides, you didn't cry this much when Gohan left..."

"Because... I-I still had m-m-my baby... And n-now... he's leaving!" Chi-Chi wailed and melted back into sobs while Goku rubbed her back.

Goten glanced to Goku who smiled sadly. Goten flashed his father an apologetic look before going outside to meet Trunks who had just pulled up in his capsule car.

He greeted Trunks with a signature fist-bump and led the older Saiyan inside.

"Classes start Tuesday right? Because of the holiday Monday." Goten asked as they walked in.

Marron waved to Trunks who nodded back.

"Yeah, but the real shit don't even start until like two weeks later. Syllabus week is a pain but you literally just gotta show up."

"Hey that's the part I'm good at. The rest? Not so much."

Trunks chuckled. "You would say that."

"How's the place lookin? It's all fixed up right?"

"Man, it's gonna be wild. You and me on our own, we finally get to live! The campus is sick too. We got a townhouse all to ourselves and it's only a block from the food court!" Trunks went on about what it was like. He roomed by himself last year, and had a blast. But this year- this year would be another level.

"I'll probably be at the food court more than the dorm!" Goten joked. "That place'll be outta business by the end of the month!"

"...Dude, I'm telling you. Our place is gonna be chick city!" Trunks put an arm around his friend’s shoulder.

Marron flinched.

Goten shook his head, laughing. "Do you hear yourself? You sound like a frat boy when you're the furthest thing from it. Besides, I'm spoken for. Right babe?" He looked to his beautiful girlfriend.

She cracked a smile at Goten's joke, but her face hid a tinge of sadness... or was it worry? He couldn't tell.

"Mare? Something wrong?" He asked. He tuned Trunks out as he kept carrying on about the possibilities.

Marron took a deep breath and wiped her eyes before looking up at Goten sadly. "Trunks is right... One of these days... you'll meet some hot sorority girl with much more experience and forget all about me..." She sniffled.

Goten looked stunned while Trunks instantly bad. "Marron, I was just..."

She shook her head, looking away from him. "Maybe it's better that we… that just save ourselves the heartbreak and-"

Goten gently cut her off with a kiss. She was stunned at first but soon relaxed into it. Goten pulled the blonde to her feet and continued kissing her to show how much she meant to him. Marron felt all the doubt in her mind wash away as she kissed him back.

Once they broke apart, Marron gaped up at him breathlessly. Her heart was still caught in her throat.

"Mare, I love you." He said with that same smile that always melted her heart. "You're the only girl I need. I don't care how many other girls there are, I only want you. You're not some silly fling to me. You're my best friend. I love you. And when you come to WCU next year, I'll show the most amazing girlfriend in the world to everyone on campus."

Marron felt the pain and worry leave her heart as relief washed over her. It was all in her head after all. "I love you too. I'm sorry, I just- I just thought about losing you and I..."

"Never in a million years."

Trunks grinned and put his hands on his hips. "I figured. More girls for me then! With my good looks they won't keep their hands off me!"

"Yeah until you open your mouth and then they run for their lives." Goten replied back with a grin of his own. Trunks rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Marron sighed happily and laid back on the bed. "Come to think it, dating a college boy is pretty hot."

“So is dating head cheerleader.”

"Gross." Trunks gagged. "Get a room."

"We're already in my room." Goten joked.

"Oh shut up!" Trunks fired back and turned to send a quick message on his phone. Work stuff. He hated having to work at Capsule Corp. That was partly the reason he enrolled in school despite not needing to -to get his mom off his back. Honestly if he had an out, he'd take it in a heartbeat. "So seriously though, we gotta plan how this place is gonna look!"

"We need a sick game room. Oh! And a second game room." Goten added.

"And a gravity chamber!"

"Don't forget a guest room."

"Why? For when Marron visits?"

"Nah, she'd sleep in my room." Goten turned to wink at her. Blushing, Marron smiled and winked back.

Trunks smirked. "We'd better make sure it's soundproof then."

Marron coughed and hide her blushing face while Goten laughed with a hand behind his head.

"That's what I thought." Trunks smirked.

The blonde then noticed a small white box on the side of his bed. Goten saved that box for last. It was probably the most important thing of them all.

"What's in this?"

Goten grinned. "Take a look."

She opened it up and gasped.

It was everything from their dates over the years, including stuff that dated back to childhood. The movie ticket from their first date was on top. Photo booth pictures, arcade tickets, toys from when they were kids, and more. And most of all, a used-up old Ring Pop wrapped in an old piece of paper.

Marron could cry. Of happiness this time. In fact she almost did. "You actually kept this?"

She unwrapped the old piece of paper and giggled. In blue crayon was an agreement on the rules of the game.

'Marriage Rules.'

Rule 1: be nice

Rule 2: hold hands

Rule 3: step on any icky spiders

Rule 4: kiss on the cheek once a day

However rule 4 was crossed out in black crayon and said 'no cooties' under it.

Below the rules was their little signatures next to each other in sloppy writing.

Goten came over her shoulder and grinned. "I still laugh whenever I look at that."

"Dummy. A beautiful girl offers to kiss you and you turn it down?" She flipped her hair behind her back, feigning anger.

"I was seven! Besides, that's one of the best parts now."

"Oh yeah?" Marron purred and leaned closer to him. "Prove it."

Trunks groaned before anything could go any further. "Jesus you two. Could you knock it off for five seconds? I'm gonna throw up."

Marron giggled again and looked to the old Ring Pop. Goten ate it within an hour. She remembered being upset with him at the time. But still- he kept it.

"You remember all this, right?"

"I remember you forcing him, Marron. And you made me be the dog!"

"Can it." She quipped, smirking at him. Trunks only laughed. "Of course I remember." She smiled.

Those days of childhood were like a distant memory now.

Goten hugged Marron from behind and then spun her around to kiss her forehead. "We should try the real thing one of these days."

Marron looked up at him in shock, her cheeks flushing pink. "...What did you just say?"

Trunks couldn't believe his ears. Did he just hear what he think he just heard? He blinked, and then blinked again. He stared at Goten similar to how Marron was.

Goten nodded and kissed her again. He took a deep breath. He didn’t even feel nervous. Not even a bit. "...Marron, will you marry me?”

Marron stared up at him, covering her mouth with her hand as happy tears freely flowed now. Every ounce of her wanted to scream with joy as he continued babbling.

“Once I finish school... we can have a real wedding. Like the one you've always dreamed about. I know it’s sudden, a-and I don't have a ring yet, but-"

Marron flung her arms around Goten, cutting him off with a deep kiss. All the joy in the world couldn’t describe what she was feeling right now. What she had wanted since she was a child finally came true. She was the happiest girl alive. She pulled back, smiling as bright as could be. “Yes. A million times yes. Let's do it. Let's get married."

Goten grinned wider than he ever did and cheered. He picked Marron up and swung his girlfriend-no, fiancee around in his arms, laughing together. After another long blissful kiss, Goten put the blonde back on her own two feet.

She rested her head on his shoulder as neither moved from their embrace. "I love you so much Goten..."

"I love you too, Mare." He smiled and buried his face into hair.

Trunks ran up and congratulated his two best friends with a big group hug. The best part was-- he got to be the best man. His speech was gonna be amazing.

They were really engaged. The next part-- telling their parents. It was a small step in starting their new life together, but they were ready for anything.

[richietozierps]

do the ask meme for kalin and maggie

when she won’t do it but makes u... hypocrite

domesticity memes

big spoon/little spoon: kalin’s the big spoon & maggie’s the lil spoon

favorite non-sexual activity: probably like late night drives or watching the sunset at their lil secret beach

who uses all the hot water: kalin smh

most trivial thing they fight over: where to eat.... dummies

who does most of the cleaning: honestly? neither but maggie 

who has a season pass on the dvr/who controls the netflix queue: it’s a genuine power struggle..... both

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: maggie and kalin’s in the background telling her what to say to him n it pisses her off

who steals the blankets: def maggie

who leaves their stuff around: KALIN he’s never picked up after himself ever in his life

who remembers to buy the milk: neither they eat their cereal with half & half and water

who remembers anniversaries: BOTH i feel like they’d both try to surprise each other 

who cooks normally?: hmmm kalin likes to cook but doesn’t very often n i’m not sure about maggie maybe they share dinner duty

how often do they fight?: bitch they’re literally fighting right now

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: use snapchat to show one another the cute dogs they encounter

nicknames for each other?: IDK about maggie cuz they’re really new but kalin would use “honey” a lot cuz he’s a lil old school and i feel like babe and baby is kind of the standard so prob those for both

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: kalin

who steals the covers at night?: maggie she’s smol and cold

what would they get each other for gifts?: instead of something physical they’d surprise each other with cute overnight trips/adventures

who kissed who first?: you tell me? but in reality kalin probably kissed maggie first

who made the first move?: neither they’re together out of spite 

who remembers things?: maggie def

who started the relationship?: it was mutual!!

who cusses more?: hmm kalin

what would they do if the other was hurt?: mcfreakin lose it,,,.. nah but they’d both really be there for each other/be concerned and supportive even if they weren’t in the best place as a couple

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pbbt i need somewhere to put my saeran headcanons. so? here?? i’m still paranoid abt how read-mores work on mobile. oh and spoilers warning obv.

 like i said in my,, yyyyooran post... saeran probably eats sweets unconciously a lot of the time while he’s doing things like watching shows or reading or w/e. sometimes he eats so much that he feels sick. dummy.

personality-wise... very withdrawn and quiet for a quite a while when he first starts recovering! at least around most of the rfa. saeyoung sees his snarky side pretty quick but it’s a surprise to the other rfa members when he starts getting more comfortable because eventually he doesnt stop himself from being snarky and sarcastic. he even starts poking fun at people other than saeyoung (probably zen because he’s so dramatic. or jumin because.....how can u not poke fun at jumin han)

everyone is surprised the first couple times it happens because  they thought he was this Sweet Soft boy but no. he’s sassy as Fuck (within reason of course)

appearance-wise... even tho i Love edgy saeran w all my heart and Want it to be canon so bad........ going by the secret endings i... cant help but imagine he doesnt wear a lot of chokers or paint his nails much, if at all, after his hair goes back to red???

 i imagine it was a struggle to convince him to dye hair back to normal at first bc he was very Abrasive and defensive and for a long time he didn’t want to let go of the persona he built for himself???

which makes sense because, like, if you built up a whole personality for yourself out of spite and anger (while also under the influence of a FUCKTON of drugs and brainwashing) and suddenly that spite and anger is subsiding,,,, that would be pretty fucking confusing

but once he’s dedicated to recovering and getting better he p much drops all the Edgy stuff in relation to his appearance. 

(he STILL... wears a lil bit of eye makeup tho? but its very simple and “”””natural”””” looking u kno like... usin brown eyeshadow as eyeliner.. maybe some mascara... v simple n natural n cute.. ........ bc its calming for him to apply it. and it helps his eyes/the green contacts stand out more so its easier to tell him apart from saeyoung)

and... idk i imagine he still kinda genuinely likes that edgy fashion style a bit??? but. i feel like the white hair and leather and spikes was more for shock value and trying to be as different from saeyoung as possible, more than anything... if that makes sense? yeah.

so. what DOES he wear? imo he is a Cozy Boy ok. tbh i dont rlly like his sweater postcanon but i imagine he wears stuff like that pretty often buT.... to be more self indulgent i like to imagine more lik e…. cozy, somewhat baggy knit sweaters n jeans. comfort is key w his wardrobe. pull-overs... sometimes he’ll wear t-shirts w/ cardigans. sometimes hoodies. overall v soft cozy boy, always snug as a bug….. but yes. 

knit sweaters in earthy tones. w/ jeans. ye.

messy hair too??? the messy hair + comfy clothes always make him look cute n sleepy. 

also!!! ok. again, when he’s still very insecure, i feel like for a long time he would only wear clothes with long sleeves? clothes that cover as much as possible... bc of his tattoo and all the scars he probably has (some of them old, some of them recent.) and also bc he’s probably a little insecure abt being so thin and sickly?? idk

and?? idk maybe i’m projecting but i feel like big baggy, comfy clothes would be kind of an emotional safety blanket for him, if that makes sense? they’re cozy and big and he can hide in them. so?? yeah. hes comfortable in sweaters. for a long time he’s very opposed to Not wearing smth comfortable and somewhat baggy that covers as much of his body as possible.

like, it’ll be a billion fuckin degrees outside bc its summer, and this poor boy refuses to take his sweater off. everyone tries SO hard to get him to wear smth less hot, but nope. he doesn’t care if hes melting. “That’s what ice cream is for.”

BUT i feel like he gets more comfortable rolling up his sleeves or even wearing t-shirts eventually ?? like once he hits a certain point, he stops giving a fuck and isn’t insecure about scars and stuff at all. 

he.... becomes very blunt abt his recovery, instead of being so nervous and withdrawn? at least w the rfa… 

like. one of them sees scars / marks from past injuries and ask him about it and he just. looks at what they’re referring to for a second and then just replies deadpan 

“oh, yeah. that’s from a time when someone at mint eye beat me up.” or “hmm… this? i’ve had it since i was 8, i think. mom did that.”  

just?? very. casual about it. and it’s not like he’s totally over those things, but he’s comfortable enough now that they’re not a big deal? idk he doesn’t rlly consider that it might make other people uncomfortable, because he’s not uncomfortable

blunt to a fault sometimes, tbh. and it catches ppl off guard sometimes.

idk and like... in fics and imagines and headcanons... i often see people portray him as very confident (and forward, flirty in shippy scenarios) or just. super shy and withdrawn. or grumpy and “””””””””””tsundere”””””””””””””(ugh)

i kinda see him as a mix of all of those,, tho, less forward and flirty lol. idk just

very shy, kinda quiet, grumpy and done w/ his brothers shit all the time.... but also there’s sometimes flashes of confidence as he gets better and more comfortable? like he can joke around with people. 

he’s not as boisterous as saeyoung or yoosung or even zen really, but not as dry as jumin??? idk. i picture him as a very chill presence when he’s in a good mood, but he still has this witty edge? IDK HOW to describe it.

and ofc he has his bad moments when he’s very withdrawn and insecure and cagey but i feel like, on his good days, he’s a rlly chill guy, if not a bit quiet.

this boy also has a potty mouth. and he doesn’t curse to be tough or edgy or anything, but he’s just used to speaking like that i guess so.. he definitely embarrasses jaehee or mc at an rfa event... or in front of kids. bc he doesn’t have a filter when it comes to Bad Words. they just shush him like “Saeran!!!!! Language!!!!!” and he doesnt realize what he’s doing wrong

i’ll probably add more to this post but i just. needed to document these and i didn’t wanna lose them in my drafts lol

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more conversations from domestic au

Vasya: Maddie, you're a better lawyer than me. Maddie: Okay. Vasya: ... Jamie, you're a better lawyer than me. Jamie: I know, sweetie. ~oOo~ Danny: Why can't you be more like Lucy?! She's meditating beautifully! Luke, pointing at Lucy: She's sleeping, Danny. Danny: ... well her form is perfect! ~oOo~ Darla: I'm going to be a bioengineer! Rikki: Psh. You nerd. ~oOo~ Bucky: Alright look here Sasha, yah lil shit! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Oh come on! Can't I just gauge my eyes out instead?! ~oOo~ Sam: It's okay! Dinosaurs are part bird right? And I speak to birds. So I can just go talk to them! Bucky: That sounds like a terrible idea... Sam, moving closer to the T-Rex, sweats: Okay yeah fUck this! Sam out! ~oOo~ Vladimir, kicking a dinosaur away: Don't fucking bite me you fucking heathens! ~oOo~ Sharon: Leila! Get off the damn table! ~oOo~ Matt: Look I'll lie to a lot of people but I won't lie to Jessica. Danny: Is it because she terrifies you too? Matt: It's because she terrifies me. ~oOo~ Sam: Hey Sharon! Your girlfriend is drunk and misses you! Leila, taking the phone from him: Shar bear! I miss you! Sharon: I miss you too sweetie! Leila: You should come home! Sharon: I can't right now sweetie! I'm on a mission! Leila: Oh... kick their asses, Shar bear! ~oOo~ Alex, trying and failing to kick Anatoly away: Bitch we just goin' to the store! Shauna, trying and failing to walk away: For god's sake, Anatoly! You are a grown ass man! ~oOo~ Vasya, amazed: Babe! You can kick my ass! ~oOo~ Jessica: Oh Dani! Danielle: Oh no what did I do?! Danny: Oh no what did I do?! ~oOo~ Natasha: Where are you going, dressed all nice like that? Nika: ... I’m eating Italian tonight? Yelena: ... was that some sort of euphemism? ~oOo~ Elektra: Helloooo, nurse! Claire: If you want to get laid, you're doing it wrong. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Yelena Jr.! Nika: That is not my name?! Vladimir: ... Natalia Jr.?! ~oOo~ Yelena, almost in tears: Natasha! Lisichka! We have adopted a monster! Natasha, holding three year old Nika: She didn't mean to eat your leftovers, lebedka. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Ugh I feel like I am carrying dead weight on my shoulders! Natasha: Well that may be the dead body you're currently holding. But that's just a guess. ~oOo~ Jack: Babe, what's your favorite kind of tea again? Marie: Jasmine. Why? Jack: Damn can a guy not ask his girl what her favorite kind of leaf soup is? ~oOo~ Michael: Oh bella! I bought you more leaf water! Jamie: You know 'tea' is quicker to say than 'leaf water', right? ~oOo~ Vladimir: Hold on. I am still trying to process that my children are alive and not in jail yet. ~oOo~ Jamie: I made you guys dinner! Michael: ... this is just a plate of red and green chili peppers? Jamie: I know what I said. Michael: ... thank you dear. Vasya: ... I'm so scared... ~oOo~ Luke: Ah yes my wife. One of the only people on this planet who can kick my ass. I love you, sweetie. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Your left! Left! No! Your other left! Matt: ... that would be my right, you idiot! ~oOo~ Shauna: So what'd you guys eat? Alexei: Well I ate Korean but Dad ate Indian. Alex, choking on her water: ... Anatoly: ... boy sometimes I just want to choke you... ~oOo~ Jamie: Go to hell. Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell! ~oOo~ Rikki: Sometimes I want drugs. But then I remember there's rehab and I go nah nah honey I'm good. ~oOo~ Michael: I'll write something nice on your tombstone, bella. ~oOo~ Yelena: We text like civilized people or we don't fucking text at all! Natasha: That is rich coming from you. ~oOo~ Jack, about Richard who won't shut up: Oh God. He's going to piss someone off and then I'm going to have to kill him and then everyone in this classroom is going to have to help me hide his body and I am too young to be dealing with this stress! ~oOo~ Alexei: Some dude was in our class smokin' somethin'. ~oOo~ Ian, striking poses: Take a picture of me! Take a picture of me! ~oOo~ Derrick, pointing to Richard: That your boyfriend? Vasya, scowling: No! Derrick, shrugging: You two look cute together. Vasya, gagging: No! ~oOo~ Darla: Rebecca. What is that on my bookshelf? Rikki: ... a cheeseburger wrapper... Darla: And why is it on my bookshelf? Rikki: 'Cause I missed the trash can... ~oOo~ Vladimir, holding a sleeping two year old Vasya: She uh... has your exact hair color. It's weird actually. Matt, slowly grinning goofily: You love me. Vladimir: Oh shut up. ~oOo~ Michael: Good lord sometimes I just want to kill all of you. ~oOo~ Michael: If I am succeeding let it be known it was purely out of spite. I hate my father and my older brother and I want them to be aware that I am better than them at everything. ~oOo~ Jamie: I want a cannoli. Vasya: Ravioli? Michael: Fucking hell... ~oOo~ Matt: I think my three year old just said he wants to fuck the dinner roll.  ~oOo~ Marie: No, I don't know kung fu! I do know how to whoop your ass though! ~oOo~ Peyton, fanning herself: Why is it so hot in here?! Jamie: Oh, sorry, Li. It's because I'm here. ~oOo~ Vasya: Daddy why is there a pretty girl doing your paperwork?! Matt: ... I didn't know she was pretty? Vasya: She's flipping gorgeous! I'm going to die! ~oOo~ Vasya: Ahhhhhh! Peyton: ... wow she has been screaming for five minutes straight. What a set of lungs. Nika: Should we stop her? Jack: Vas. Sestrichka. Stop. Vasya: ... the screaming wasn't internally? Jack: No, sis. It was external and loud. You've never been the best with keeping thoughts on the inside now that I think about it. ~oOo~ Richard, pointing to Jack: This is my friend. Jack, narrowing his eyes: Bitch you don't do this shit to your friends. You don't do friends like this. ~oOo~ Alexei: I just want to hit him once. Just once. Someone let me just fucking beat his ass! ~oOo~ Peyton: Well what do we do now? Jamie: We kill everyone. I'll start. Hand me a knife? Alexei: We are not killing anyone! You psychopath! Sit your butt down. ~oOo~ Fisk: Richard, you embarrass me. ~oOo~ Misty: Colleen! The girls are two! Why are you teaching them to play with katanas?! Colleen, shrugging: Practice for the future? Vladimir: Well I'm terrified. ~oOo~ Darla, yelling at Rikki: Oh yeah?! Well you're adopted! Sasha, pausing as he walks by their room: Well damn. No need to be rude! Rikki and Darla: Oops... ~oOo~ Jack: I don't think that's the proper use for a CPR dummy, Ravdí. ~oOo~ Alexei: No, I can’t even think a bad word or else my mom will descend from the heavens out of literally no where and begin beating my butt. Jamie: Yeah have you ever met our parents? I’d sooner jump in front of a train than think, let alone say, certain words. Peyton: I feel like I gotta clutch some pearls. Do that Catholic crossing thing. Pray for my soul. ~oOo~ Vasya: I got a scholarship. Matt: To Juliard? That's great, honey! Vasya: Uh no? Harvard. Matt, choking on his coffee: What?! ~oOo~ Nika: Hahaha! Suckers! ~oOo~ Sam: Oh her phone better be on or so help me god! Darla: She left it in her nightstand. Sam: Oh my god! Of course she did! ~oOo~ Lucille: Only child children unite! ~oOo~ Jack: Oh god! He's a thespian! He just gets worse! ~oOo~ Peyton: We can’t fight right now. Jamie: Ugh, you’re right. Not in front of the baby. Alexei: I love you two. ~oOo~ Darala: Rikki can you throw this away? Rikki: Psh, nigga nah. ~oOo~ Maddie: I... I think I'm dating Ian now? Like it started as rehearsal but then that kiss got intense. ~oOo~ Bucky: My child didn't run away to Europe! My child got a scholarship into science! Darla, studying and finally looking up: Huh? ~oOo~ Matt: Honey being a lawyer is hard. Vasya: What? No it's not. I've seen you work. ~oOo~ Jamie, forcing laughter: I will be on you like white on rice if you keep talkin' smack. So keep talkin'.

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Gay story time: my favorite friend is the cutest lil shit disturber. He lives his life out of spite and memes and he gives me life. God I love him he's such a dummy

tbh he sounds adorable omg(It's gay story time!)