#i need that lil scrunchie I lost!!!

[erb23]

They have B*atz B*bies repros out. I am fucking winning today.

[huckleberrykai]

txt ~ why's it spicy?

pairing: txt x fem!reader scenario: txt vs plumping lip gloss warnings: just kisses !! silly lil hcs, reader wears makeup (lipgloss) obvs, maybe suggestive if u squint notes: IDEA FROM MY LOVELY 🐙 ANON! sorry this took so so long i've been so busy and distracted 😭 i think the ask was from like july but this idea was so cute and funny i love it ! i hope you like it <3 click here for my masterlist!

soobin:

baby is shook oh my god

soobin is such a kissy boyfriend, whenever you're alone together his lips are always on you somewhere ~ usually your own lips

and you love it, happily letting him kiss you all the time... completely forgetting the plumping lipgloss you tried out today.

he kisses you for a little bit - then pulls away f a s t

"baby.. did you eat something spicy? i- ouch"

rubbing his lips like a maniac

very obviously trying not to offend you but that lip gloss is ZESTY

"oh it's probably my lip gloss... it's supposed to tingle. it makes your lips plumper."

ensue confused soob

*scrunchy disgusted confused face activated*

"your lips are perfect already...? and that stuff burns. please throw it out... you don't need it."

pouty soob when you tell him you like the colour and don't wanna wipe it off heheh

basically BEGS bcs he wants to kiss u so bad

u have him the the palm of ur hand bro pls wipe it off for his sake 😮‍💨

yeonjun:

yeonjun LOVESSS messy makeouts

especially when you wear gloss bcs the smudges get him all riled up

bonus points for bright colours so when you kiss his neck or cheeks he can see the sticky marks - sure they're a bitch to clean off but man he loves it

so when he gets home to see the thick shiny red lip gloss on your lips he's a goner. he is ON you in seconds

"welcome home jun-mhph!"

very lost in you... it takes him a second to feel it but he ignores it

until it stops tingling just a little starts to STING

"y/n i think something's wrong."

and ur just like ??? until you realise

u start giggling at the fact his already plump lips are even bigger

"why do my lips hurt? it's like .. burning? am i allergic to your lip gloss? that sucks, you look so kissable :("

gets less sad when you explain it to him

"ohhh well it looks pretty. but please wipe it off, it hurts to kiss you."

and if you refuse.. man does nawttt give a fuck

will absolutely kiss you anyway even if it hurts LOL

beomgyu:

oh my god he's so dramatic

your lips look so shiny and pretty like his favourite jelly candies

and he lovesss kissing you when you have lipgloss on. especially when its the strawberry one you wear a lot

but this time the pink colour on your candy lips was nottt strawberry

when he lunged into kiss you you tried to warn him! but he was not taking any notice! whatsoever!

"gyu wait i'm- mfph"

"YAAH WHAT POISON IS THAT! IT BURNS OH MY GOD"

rubbing fistfuls of tissues on his mouth

you absolutely burst out laughing

"it's just plumping lipgloss gyu... it's not poison"

"it tastes like you rubbed tabasco on there, how are you not crying?"

you just put more on to prove a point~ and since he messed it up with his kiss

"it's pretty. makes my lips look bigger too"

"what, so you can look like a fish? i miss the strawberry one :("

whines and whines like a child til you wipe it off

straddles you lap and applies the other one for you before slapping his lips against your own.

"better?" "much better."

taehyun:

taehyun usually doesn't kiss you when you're wearing lipstick or lipgloss

he doesn't like the sticky feeling and he also respects how long it takes you to do your makeup~ he appreciates the artistry and he's not gonna ruin that

usually resorts to cheek kisses or just hugs/handholding in public since he's not much of a pda guy. he knows you know he loves you and thats enough for him <3

but when he gets back from a trip and you meet him in a quiet corner of the airport before he gets swarmed by paparazzi, he just has to kiss you :(

you figured he'd wait until you were home for anything more than a hug, but when he smacks his lips on yours the second you're in his arms you squeal against his lips.

"what's wrong?" he pulls back at your squealing.

"i'm wearing plumping lipgloss. it might tingle a bit if you kiss me."

"i missed you too much to care. plus i could use a little plumping."

you laugh at him and he gives you one of his big happy grins, bearing his sharp teeth before diving right back in.

"damn that's spicy. i mean if you like it.. whatever. but ouch."

definitely laughed with you when people on twitter were commenting on his sparkly plump lips in the paparazzi photos on the way out of the airport >.<

hueningkai:

kai coming over for a very unplanned cuddle sesh was very exciting!!

but the unplanned-ness of it also meant he showed up before you had time to take off your makeup and get comfy

and without thinking you puckered your lips for a kiss before he even got through the front door

and being the obsessed lovely boyfie he is.. he isn't gonna turn down your delectable looking lips

so sweet boy is hit with the tingle of your gloss before you can remember to warn him

"... why are you spicy?"

????

"hm? oh sorry i forgot to take my lipgloss off."

"oh. why on earth did you buy spicy lipgloss?"

absolutely starts laughing his ass off thinking you bought it for the flavour

"its supposed to be plumping!! it tingles so they plump up!"

the defence does not help. laughs even harder.

"so you're trying to make them swell up? they look cute as they are! you should stick to the grape one, then you taste like grape juice and not spicy ramen."

half assed wipes it off with his thumbs and cups your cheeks gently and gives you more kisses

"mmm never wear that one again please."

"hm.. only if you let me cuddle molang."

"deal."

fluff taglist: @beoms-sugar @mazeinthemoon @n0-thisispatrick @strawberry-kirby @majestyjun @bibibinnie @beom-pyu @minholing @ohmahgods @txtistheloml

[eightmakesonebraincell]

i also can’t believe i never mentioned this but SPIDERMAN YUNHO IDEAS GO!!!!

— mafia

it's 5am and my head hurts and this is not proofread but here you go (wc 0.6k)

spiderman!yunho mostly swings around the neighbourhood helping out with trivial tasks

bc the area's honestly pretty safe most of the time

it's because of this, and you mostly keeping to yourself, that you don't really have much of an opinion about spiderman!yunho

you know he exists but that's pretty much it

one day you accidentally leave the front door open when you're taking your shopping in

and zoom

your dog goes running out

you're shrieking your head off trying to get your dog to stop

when someone suddenly scoops her up when she tries to run through their legs

it's spiderman!yunho who's handing you back your dog

you've lost one slipper during your run

and your hair is slipping out of its scrunchie

you're breathless bc you haven't ran in like six years

but yunho thinks you're kinda really cute

you thank him profusely

and when he tells you that it's his pleasure

wow

you kinda really like his voice

after that, you start to see him everywhere

he's helping the lil old ladies cross the road, hobbling along at a slow pace for them

he's shooting webs to help get soccer balls down that are stuck on the roof

he's scaling the side of buildings to rescue the cute kittens perched on the ledges

(if it's because yunho is starting to hang more around your neighbourhood in hopes of seeing you, then that's a secret)

you probably do something dumb again

like your bag breaks and all your apples roll out

or you walk into a pole bc you wanted to step on a leaf that looked crunchy

either way

spiderman!yunho appears whenever you're in need of help

so look

maybe you've developed a crush on him

(not to mention he packs a cake in his suit 😍)

(and his toned chest looks so Y U M M Y)

you don't dare to confess though

mans probably has like half the world as his fans

except

hohoho

said mans only cares about you

needless to say you're a little shocked when he asks you out on a date

yunho probably takes you swinging between buildings as a first date LOL

grins cheekily when you hug him tighter

he tries to impress you by showing you all the different ways he can use his webs

"i can grab that can of soda for you without getting up"

"i can get us to the twentieth floor in two seconds"

not that you need to be impressed

he gets so excited when you ask him questions about his spidey powers

he probably gets you to measure how far he can shoot a web

or how many he can shoot in a minute

bc the man makes everything a competition

even if it's just him beating his own personal best 🙄

definitely does that iconic first kiss hanging upside down

but he miscalculates his height and his lips are level with your chest

will say something like "this isn't so bad either" ;))))

but when he does do the hanging kiss properly and you're blushing

he probably lightens the mood by saying, "well, don't leave me hanging"

he's so silly and goofy

even when he finally confesses and asks to be your boyfriend

HAS to use a dumb pickup line

"i may be spiderman...but i'd rather be your man"

[jollyinha]

I have brought... My YuuriVoice listeners.

...On The Sims, because I can't draw for shit. I spent pretty much the whole day redesigning (except Rookie, who already got a glow up bc he's my favorite child) and dressing them up like Barbie dolls lol

DISCLAIMER: I'm being a lil' poser because I have never watched Bittersweet nor the Faust audios (and yet I still have Sugarboo and Star done, go figure), and am catching up on Lost and Found as I type this. ANYWAY HERE ARE MY BABIES, MORE INFO ON THEM UNDER THE CUT YIPPEEEEEEEE

FÉLIX/ROOKIE:

- As previously mentioned, he's my favorite child, sorry not sorry, I adore this boy so much

- Dumb of ass and home of sexual (out of the closet to everyone except his mom, oof), pulled a millionaire CEO with his ADHD swag. Also canonically a cheeky horny bastard

- An artist (draws/paints and crafts all sorts of stuff) at heart, but had to pursue a more lucrative career in order to support his family. So, Law school it is. Viva le capitalism

- Is an ENFP and his birthday is on February 16th

- His mother is Brazilian and his dad was Colombian. They have been living in the USA since Félix was a young child. He also has a little sister (not so little, she's in college by the time Shattered begins) whom he loves very much and basically raised her, to the point where she sees him as his dad more than their actual dad (whom passed away when she was a toddler)

- Has an excellent relationship with his uncle (and his wife), aunt and cousins. Him and Joy/Sunflower don't meet that often bc she lives a bit far away, but when they do, they share the same braincell

- Appears to be suave and chill when he's at work, but he's actually a SOFTIE. The biggest golden retriever... Well, not literally the biggest. He's 5'7ft/1m69cm. Compared to Auron, he's pocket-sized. But anyway-

- He loves Trish. They bully Auron together. Incredible dynamic

- Has pyrophobia bc ✨ PAST TRAUMA ✨. Began cooking as a hobby to try to work through it

- Likes: Arts, cooking, biking, peacocks, sun imageries (long story), sea monsters and plaid jackets

- Félix has SO MUCH LORE and tidbits (like his tattoos!) about him, I would need an entire separate post to tell it all. And I might do it bc I need that sweet infodump dopamine...

JOYCE "JOY"/SUNFLOWER

- Actually my first YV OC! I met the channel through the infamous Finn compilation

- Bisexual! Finn is her first serious boyfriend, though, up until she met him, she only had girlfriends... And she had the worst luck with all of them. Oof

- Colombian, just like Félix

- Huge animal lover, especially the aquatic critters and reptiles. Has a Bull Terrier named Cow (yes, that's her name.) that has her entire heart. Currently trying to get a job in the veterinarian field! Just... Don't put bugs near her. Please

- Is an ESFP and her birthday is on July 27th... The day the Finn compilation premiered

- Her mother had her pretty young. She doesn't know who her father is, and her mom refuses to talk about it... But tbh, Joy doesn't care that much. She loves her mama, and that's all that matters

- (also her mother loves Finn dearly. everytime they meet, he leaves with a piece of cake or some other home made food bc she loves to spoil her "son-in-law" lmao)

- Surfs on her spare time! Queen shit! Also plays a bit of soccer

- Had pretty severe acne as a teen and still has its marks

- Golden retriever energy runs in the Torres family, because she has it too

- Likes: Snakes, whales, surfing, soccer (as stressful as it is to watch it lol), jogging, her dog Cow, hoodies, fun scrunchies

CARINA/SUGARBOO

- Like I previously stated, I haven't watched Bittersweet, so, I may not have much to say about Sugarboo except for the (few) misc audios from Al and Seth I have heard... BUT GODDAMNIT SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL OH GOD

- Straight, but poly

- Japanese, but was born and raised in the USA and, sadly, doesn't has much connection to her roots... Mostly bc she's not super close to her family :(

- (Canonically) Likes to bake! Also cooking, but still has a preference for pastries. Works in a bakery... Which isn't a very healthy workplace, but, oh well

- Is an ESFJ, and her birthday is on January 20th (it's coming!!!!! happy early birthday, queen!!!!!)

- Pulled TWO bitches by having ADHD

- Has A SHIT LOAD of tattoos because she's best friends with a tattoo artist... Who may or may not be Star 👀

- Used to have long hair when she met Alphonse

- She may be Al's impulse control, but Seth is her impulse control 💀

- Calls Alphonse "bug". Earlier on their relationship it was ironically ("so you and me together can be bugaboo!"), but the pet name has stuck

- But in reality, she does have a passion for bugs! Especially butterflies and moths ("NOT Mothman, Seth. Normal, regular moths.")

- Also love cats

- She bullies Seth for believing in cryptids... But believes in aliens

- Again, I haven't watched Bittersweet, so feel free to discard this part if it's contradicting canon events, but... She kind of likes Charlie. She thinks he's cute, even with all the shit that happened

- Likes: Baking, collecting jewelry like some kind of dragon, bugs, cats, tattoos, aliens

ASHER/CASPER

- The coolest mf to ever walk on this earth. I don't make the rules, it's the truth

- FtM trans of gender, also home of sexual

- Just american. F

- Yes, his last name is a Life Is Strange reference, sue me

- I... I have no idea what he works with? Because gotta wait for more Charlie videos to find out wtf canon!Casper is up to he's such a mysterious guy,,,,,

- (I really hope that the "Casper works for Auron" theory is true tho, the Auron/Félix & Charlie/Asher shenanigans would be so funny to imagine)

- What I do know is that he's kind of a gym bro, except if said bro was fruity

- Seriously though, he's a sporty guy. Likes to go jogging, (he and Joy/Sunflower would be good workout buddies!), climbing, hiking, good ol' fashioned working out and, of course, skating! But after Charlie left, he got into roller skating as well, and he's pretty damn good at it

- He's an ISFP, and his birthday is on April 22nd (Earth Day, get it, bc his favorite color is green,,,,,,)

- Disowned by his parents, but was taken in by his uncle and aunt, whom really support him <3

- Has a tooth gap! Cute shit

- Braided his hair as a kid, still does it nowadays. Certain things never change

- He WANTS to get SO MANY TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS... But he has a pretty bad case of trypanophobia (his ears are pierced bc his parents had him pierce it as a baby). Having his top surgery was challenging enough! He just wanted to get some tattoos... :(

- Always carries an extra hair tie on his arm, like a bracelet. Mostly for himself, but sometimes he gives it to Charlie too

- Has dyslexia! Fucking hated school bc of that

- Likes: Skating, roller skating, climbing, collecting sick ass knives, bad horror movies, hair styling (he wanted to be a hairstylist as a kid even!)

- I don't have thaaaaat much to say about him as of right now since I'm still finishing Lost and Found, but he's growing a lot on me, I love him

PAIGE/ANGEL

- URGH I LOVE HER SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA ULTIMATE SASS AND NIHILISM

- Their relationship with gender is... Confusing. Doesn't like any labels, really. Just go with she/them and you'll be fine. Considers themselves to be pansexual, though

- British ("sadly, stupid ass country"), still has a strong accent even if they have been living in the USA for quite a while

- ...They like tea though

- She works on the IT department of a big company. Boring office job. But she doesn't mind it that much. Everyone is nice enough and it pays the bills. That's more than enough for her

- But besides programming and gaming, her big passion in life is... Sewing! 80% of the plushies in her collection are handmade, including Sir Gengar himself

- Also a huge cinephile

- Is an INTP, and their birthday is on September 4th (it may or may not be a reference to Gengar's pokedex number)

- Pulled a LITERAL DEMON FROM HELL with her autism swag

- Has chronic pain on her left knee due to a past accident

- Obviously, huge Pokémon fan

- Ironically enough, doesn't really like cooking, which explains why their house didn't had shit when it comes to ingredients lol At least now they have a demon boy to cook for them

- Awful relationship with her family. All of it. Ran away for the USA to escape from them

- Doesn't have many friends irl, most of them are virtual friends

- Considers themselves to be "plain and boring". Normally they don't give a damn about it, but got kind of insecure when they and Lucien got officially together... But in their most confident days, they think it's hilarious how the most normal-looking human ever managed to pull a demon

- Deep, deep down, Paige is a sweet and caring person. Heck, that's why her soul was so enticing. She just has trouble demonstrating it (Autistic Struggle™)

- Likes four leaf clovers. No idea why. She just does

- ...I feel like she would watch Faust's streams ironically. She thinks the cat boy is hilarious

- Likes: Cinema, games, programming, plushies making, clovers, tea

ENID/STAR

- ...I haven't watched a single Faust audio in my life, but Enid just... Popped up in my head. Their design came to me and they were yelling at me to bring them to existence. So here they are?????? I really gotta hear the twink's audios any of these days...

- I don't even know much about them tbh lol But here's what I do have:

- Non-binary (AFAB), bisexual

- A tattoo artist! They're Sugarboo's friend that I mentioned all the way up there

- Likes to write and read in their spare time (IMAGINE THEM AND AURON WRITING FANFICTION ABOUT THEIR S/Os! Beautiful)

- Likes to watch sports (don't look like the type, do they?)

- Likes questionable shirts with 80s/90s aesthetics

- I can see them being friends with Paige/Angel, ngl :D

- ...That's all about Enid for now, maybe I'll develop them if I get around to hear more of Faust eventually lol

Idk if there's someone reading all of this, but if there is, tysm for reading this HUGE infodump 🥺 If you have any YV OCs, I would LOVE to hear about them too! My DMs are open!

[monstrousfemale]

hi, i'm a big fan of your writing and headcanons, i just had a few thoughts on the "robin is too deep in lesbian loneliness to realise nancy is making a move":

1. "lesbian loneliness" is such a great term, and is now my identity as a person.

2. now i need a stunted robin, who can't hold her crush anymore, to confess to nancy like "i'm in lesbians with you"

Hey anon!! Thank you so much for sending this ask, it's so kind and ugh lesbian loneliness is way too real as a concept. Anyway, here’s a lil silly and quick something bc I wanna write more ronance… Hope I did your idea justice!

It was driving her absolutely up the walls, and Robin just couldn’t take it anymore. Nancy Wheeler was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on, and it was so fucking unfair. Robin wished she could turn off her feelings, could go back to when the thought Nancy was just such a priss. But the truth was that even then, Robin had been interested. She was just stronger then, managed to nip the imminent crush in the bud the moment she realized Steve Harrington was once again in the picture. She wasn’t about to have a repeat of Tammy Thompson. So she kept those feelings down, and forced herself to see the worst in Nancy – the way she was a know-it-all, the way she could be so mean and impatient, the way she kind of had an upturned nose to all who weren’t herself and Barb.

Robin and Barb had been friends, and Nancy sometimes just came along as part of a set. But she had never made an effort to talk to Robin, and seemed to not have the time to even spare her a glance. After Barb had been gone, Robin didn’t even have to spare any thoughts Nancy’s way. They didn’t run in the same circles.

Now, though. Now Nancy was all glances, and light touches, and smiles that were just for her. Robin didn’t know when it had happened, but somehow, along the winding way of being hunted by interdimensional monsters, she became friends with Nancy. And it wasn’t the same kind of friendship she shared with Steve, it felt different. Nancy’s attentions were like a beacon of everything Robin had ever dreamed of, and she was falling so hard, the word “crush” made more and more sense. She felt entirely mangled. 

Robin was mostly good at keeping these feelings to herself, but they were slowly suffocating her. She finally told Steve, because she told Steve everything. And he had just looked at her with warm eyes, and told her it’ll pass. It wasn’t feeling like it, but if anyone knew what it was like to love Nancy Wheeler and not be loved back, that was Steve. 

Things came crashing down, however, when Nancy invited herself over to Robin’s house with a bottle of cheap vodka, a container of berries, and way too many chips. She knew Robin’s parents were out for the weekend, and in she waltzed, like they’d made plans. Nancy was talking an hour a minute about mixing sugary drinks, and she had her hair up in a ponytail, little whisps of it floating down the nape of her neck. Robin wanted to kiss them away, or undo the scrunchie she had on just to dig her fingers in Nancy’s curls. She was a lost cause.

Nancy fixed them drinks, and Robin babbled about work, gaze completely enraptured by Nancy’s every smile, by her expressive eyes, by all of her. 

Two drinks in, something felt stuck in the back of her throat, like a massive lump of all her feelings. It didn’t help one bit that Nancy was sitting so close to her, her thigh pressed along Robin’s own. Torture, distracting, absolutely mind-bending. And then Nancy leaned her head on Robin’s shoulder, yawned.

“You think I could stay over? Don’t think I should drive.” The words were said against the side of Robin’s neck, Nancy’s breath on her skin sending shivers down Robin’s spine. 

“Yes! Of course,” Robin said, too fast, too eager. So damn obvious, she thought. “You can have the guest room.”

“What? Nooo.” Nancy pulled away, shook her head as she looked at Robin. “No, let’s do a sleepover. We can share your bed.”

“No,” Robin snapped, harsher than she meant to, pulling away. She wanted that, she really did, but she wanted it a bit too much. She didn’t want to be so close to Nancy and not be able to do anything about it. It made her whole body ache. “I mean… No need. The guest room is very comfortable, that mattress is more comfortable than my own. I mean, you know how I am, I like mine lumpy.”

Nancy squinted, those pretty brown eyes over a little glossy from alcohol, but still sharp as ever as she eyed Robin up and down. 

“Why don’t you wanna do a sleep-over with me?” Nancy’s hand rested on Robin’s knee, and she twisted on the couch so she was fully facing her now. It was so fucking distracting.

So distracting, no one could or should blame Robing for the answer that slipped out of her mouth.

“I’m in lesbians with you.”

A beat. Her own words swam around Robin’s brain like a plastic bag floating around in the wind. She was trying to process them, but she didn’t even know where to begin.

Nancy looked so shocked, Robin was completely in the dark as to how she would react.

“What?” sounded just about right.

“I mean… Shit, Nance, sorry, I mean–”

Nancy smirked. Robin’s stomach dropped. 

“You mean you like me?” She asked, eyebrows shot up high, and she was gazing at Robin in that most terrifying way of hers. Like her brain was going a mile a minute, powering through all the possibilities related to the situation at hand. Like she knew so much already.

“I… Uh. Yeah?” Robin’s voice came out small and peaked, and she kicked herself internally. Her mind felt like it might just fully haunt any second, and this was not the time, not when Nancy’s hand was back on her knee. Not when she had that little spark in her eyes. 

“You’re in lesbians with me?” Nancy raised an eyebrow, waited for an explanation.

“I’m in love with you,” Robin corrected, matter-of-factly, like she wasn’t putting her heart out there for Nancy to stomp on.  “The lesbian part is just… Well. I’m the lesbian part.”

Nancy’s lips twitched, the corner of her mouth twisting into a little smile that was making Robin so goddamn fucking confused.

“Is that right?” Nancy asked, sat closer. Her knees were brushing the side of Robin’s thigh on the couch. Robin was sure she had died and this was a sick joke played on her by purgatory. Because Nancy was not angry, or disgusted, or done. In fact, she seemed almost… Nope. Robin was drunker than she thought. 

“Is… Is that a bad thing?” 

Nancy leaned in. Robin forgot to breathe.

“Does this mean we get to have a sleepover after all?” Nancy asked, suggestive. 

There was nothing to be said. Robin was so confused, she thought she might just pass out.

Nancy seemed to turn more serious when she didn’t answer, pulled back, but put her hand on top of Robin’s, fingers interlaced, holding her tightly.

“It’s not a bad thing,” Nancy said, careful. Like Robin was a wild animal who might just scuttle away if she said the wrong thing. “It’s the best thing.”

Robin didn’t know where it came from. Maybe the years of pent-up longing, desire bottled up and pressurizing to a point of no return. All those girls she had loved and liked and cared for, who never spared her a second glance. She didn’t know. Whatever it was, in the blink of an eye, Robin was kissing Nancy. Robin pressed herself close to her, lips moving eagerly against her lips, pulling Nancy in by the collar of her shirt, fingers bunched in the fabric. 

It felt like coming home. It wasn’t what people talked about, there were no fireworks. This was better. Kissing Nancy Wheeler felt like belonging. And maybe Robin was ridiculous, maybe this was too much too soon. But fuck, her chest was so full, and she was so sure. She’d enjoy every moment as much as she could, she’d allow herself to feel all she needed to feel.

Later, when they slipped into bed kiss-drunk and vodka-drunk, Robin held Nancy close to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her middle. Sleep came easy, she had never known such fucking peace. Just as she started to drift, Nancy squeezed her hand tightly, pushed in closer.

“I’m in lesbians with you too, you know,” she mumbled, sleepy voice barely a whisper in the darkness. 

The words hung over Robin’s head like a crown, and she pressed her face to the back of Nancy’s neck, dropped a kiss to the sensitive skin.

“I’m starting to get that, yeah.”

[anna-neko]

Terri Marlowe - cosplay breakdown

and we are back with another of these, yeah!

This 200% was inspired by what they do with dolls clothes sets: Barbie "day to night" or JEM havin Jem~to~Jerrica looks with the subtract & flip, add another piece for new outfit (80s kids will understand)

ANYWAY, yes, Scary to Terri with 'fixed' piece being the red~plaid skirt. Broke it down in good ol vidya game RPG-chara "item slots" ....and then went the subtraction route...

did the shoot during the [sunny] day, to contrast Scary's [endless] night

📸 by: whatChuLookingAt.com

Terri Marlowe - a hard-working soccer star whos mom is her best friend ~♥

"hey, hey! I dunno why I'm so happy!"

"I also noticed none of you said Congratulations"

much details & rambles follows

Without the scrunchy there's no messy bun! Sky-blue baubles instead. My bangs ain't goin nowhere, but no longer in my eyes.

chain-necklace still there, took off the choker any eagle-eyed nerds notice it's been there since the beginning?? Since the very first outfit?!?)

Shirt: used for Scary before - it has I'd rather be Alone printed on breast, but the "alone" is now covered up with a pin. Fittingly, "Mercy" (contrast to prev 🔪Fight). No arm-warmers, holes or fishnets. Kept the plastic bracelet because HighSchool~me legit thought those were cool! (also it's kinda stand-in for healed-scar from lost arm few eps earlier)

No useless belt, instead side of shirt gathered up with scrunchy (almost did the scrunchy-on-wrist thing, but item slots! Belt slot needed its filler)

Skirt: 'sup plaid skirt painstakingly made myself. Removing ripped-up leggings, she's not into that

Socks: rainbow stripes!! Very opposite of goth emo kid, ain't it.

miscellany: more pins!! puffy star pin (its PINK! and she did go to space!), cute lil pixel-heart & "It's gonna be Alright"

Ring that looks like a daisies chain with a matched hairpin

Boring logic stuff: no buying new clothes, because Terri "woke up" in middle of literal outer space and didn't have the time to go home and change. Or buy new things because clearly Scary would have tossed all her old sports-kid or school~spirit nonsense. The stripes felt 'sporty' enuff...

The ring serves as "wedding band", Hero would have gifted it after hearing the announcement (her dumb brother obv couldn't be trusted on this...) Like, can easily see an entire lil cut-scene of Hero finding some change in her pockets and goin to the gatcha machine at some nearby convenience store. Hairpin matches, easy! (was thiiiiis close to straight up havin a flower-crown, but that'd read far too Oak~family... so nope!)

The leather-cuff bracelet IS from Scary~side, Terri would simply have not bothered to weight herself down with so much of the rest of them: spikes? ugly braided leather twists? nooo thanx. These stamped~in leafs do look nifty tho, it can stay

If need to explain rainbow stripes, you may be in the wrong room. So sorry

minor credits: all those pins puffy-star is from AdorkaBows. Part of their "filler" sets Mercy is from Fangamer. Part of the Undertale set "It's gonna be alright" is, of course, official DnDaddies merch Ya girl absolutely would slap a very positive mesg on her outfit

cosplay is freakin wild, y'all! It becomes an exercise in almost-accidentally building up headcanons while doin the most mundane thing like tryin to figure out what a chara from an audio-only medium would wear

Then goin on an insane internal mind-quest of mapping out where to go & how to stand in an effort to desperately visually communicate** the different moods of - again - something that went down in audio only !

Terri / Scary Marlowe

anyone interested in the rambles about/ internal~logic/ details of this whole mess of an outfit?

**am no theater kid, my "acting" wouldn't fool a baby seal. The play of cosplay has always been the hardest

[eddienbird]

Forget About It

Summary: You tell Eddie about your annoying day at work and he tries his best to cheer you up.

Warnings/Tags: Drinking/Smoking|Fingering|Forced Orgasms|Praise Kink|Female!Reader|

A/N: This is a nsfw one shot based off my fanfic “Eddie & Bird” Minors please DNI.

Thank you so much for the love on my last oneshot! Hoping to make lots more for you guys

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“Hey! Welcome home, Sweetheart!” Eddie cheered as you walked through the door. He was sprawled out on the couch with his left leg hanging off of it. He wore his favorite Black Sabbath T-shirt with a pair of blue plaid boxers. His hair was tied up in your pink scrunchie and he held a glass of whiskey in his hand.

You locked the door behind you and dropped your bag and coat in front of it.

“Hi Eds,” You answered unenthusiastically. You dropped your shoulders and rolled your head around your neck.

“Come here, Babe,” He ordered as his face fell. You walked over to him and plopped into the space he left between his legs. You grabbed his glass and took a big sip before you grabbed a cigarette from the ashtray on the coffee table and lit it. “Long day? Tell me about it” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He fit his face into your neck and gave your cheek a couple pecks.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had, Eddie. We had this absolute nightmare of a customer that screamed at me over the phone for the last three hours of work,” You grunt before exhaling smoke.

“I’m sorry Babygirl. People can be such shitheads,” Eddie said before taking a drag of the cigarette still lit in your hand.

“It’s whatever, Babe. I just want to forget about it,” You huffed, grabbing the remote to turn the television on. He started kissing your jaw in response, squeezing you a bit tighter.

“I agree, let me help you forget,” He chuckled. Eddie’s hands traveled from your stomach to the top of your thighs, toying with the bottom of your dress. Your eyes were glued to his silver rings and thick fingers on your legs. “Will you let me help?” Your eyes shot to his. You loved how you would get lost in his puppy dog eyes every time he gave you that look. You nodded at him, biting your lip. “What was that?” He grabbed onto your thighs, parting them to be against his.

“Yes Eddie,” You said all giddy.

“Good girl,” He smirked back, sliding up your dress to your hips.

You threw your head back onto his shoulder, getting a good view of what his hands were doing to you. Your breathing accelerated as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down your inner thigh. You let out a whine as he got dangerously close to the fabric of your white silk panties. 

“These are so sexy on you… are they new?” Eddie hummed into your neck.

“Mhm,” You nodded again. You gasped as he placed his two middle fingers on top of the fabric, swirling them slowly. He smirked when he started to feel a wet spot starting to form. You reached back to his thighs, digging your nails into them as you felt lust take over you.

“That’s it Baby. You like that?” A hand snaked around your throat while the other slipped inside your underwear. Eddie let out a chuckle as he felt your wetness. “God girl, you’re fucking soaking,”

“Eddie… please… I need more,” You whispered.

“My greedy lil girl. Take these off,” He ordered and you happily followed. Eddie brought his hand to your mouth. “Spit,” You smirked before slowly licking up his two fingers. Eddie licked his lips as he watched you sucked them. You know he loved when you did that. When your mouth released his hand, he took the hand over your throat to spread you open, and the other to press into your clit.

“Fuck Eds,” You let out a high pitched moan. His hand was sloppily going over it again and again. Your hips bucked to match his rhythm.

“I wanna make you cum so hard, you’ll forget where you work,” He said as he plunged his two fingers inside you. You yelped feeling his cold hand against your warm sex. You grinded against it, feeling his rings travel over your clit with each movement. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. You squeezed his arm with your thighs as you released onto his fingers. Your body went limp against him, feeling his cock grow hard on your back.

“Mmm thanks Baby,” You cooed before kissing Eddie’s cheek. You were about to get to the bathroom and clean up when he forced your hips back down to the couch. “Eddie what the hell?” You hissed.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” He let out an evil laugh before sitting you on top of his waist. He forcefully threw each of your legs on the outside of his, spreading you out even wider than before.

“Eddie nooo… I’m too sensitive,” You whined again.

“Hm, that’s funny… cuz I’m not fucking done with you yet,” He bit your earlobe lightly before beginning to rub your clit again. You attempted to close your legs but would just kick them back open. “Cum four more times, then I’ll let you go. I want you count them as you go,”

“One!” You screamed out before he even finished speaking his wishes.

“Good girl, keep going,” Your stomach felt warm and sweat started to drip from your forehead.

“Hmm… Two!” You felt Eddie’s long tongue swipe across the sweat on the back of your neck. You were shaking violently as Eddie buried his fingers into you again.

“C’mon Baby, you can do it,”

“Three! Eddie I-I can’t,” Happy tears streamed down your face. You had no idea you could do any of this.

“Yes you can…” He said between kisses over your shoulders.

“FOUR!” You let out the loudest moan that’s ever escaped your lips. Eddie dropped his hands off you. He picked you up and laid you down beside him. Your legs were still violently shaking and your breathing was erratic. He chuckled as he kissed up your legs, making you squirm in response.

“Alright, now that that’s done, I’ll make us some dinner,” He flexed his arms.

“Eddie please wash your hands first,” You complained, still not able to move from your position.

“I gotcha,” Eddie winked at you before licking up his fingers.

“So fucking gross,” You hung your head.

[eddieandbird]

Forget About It

Summary: You tell Eddie about your annoying day at work and he tries his best to cheer you up.

Warnings/Tags: Smut|Drinking/Smoking|Fingering|ForcedOrgasms|PraiseKink|Female!Reader|

A/N: Reposted from my old account [edited and extended] -Bird

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“Hey! Welcome home, Sweetheart!” Eddie cheered as you walked through the door. He was sprawled out on the couch with his left leg hanging off of it. He wore his favorite Black Sabbath T-shirt with a pair of blue plaid boxers. His hair was tied up in your pink scrunchie and he held a glass of whiskey in his hand. You locked the door behind you and dropped your bag and coat in front of it.

“Hi Baby,” You answered unenthusiastically. You dropped your shoulders and rolled your head around your neck.

“Come here, Babe,” He ordered as his face fell. You walked over to him and plopped into the space he left between his legs. You grabbed his glass and took a big sip before you grabbed a cigarette from the ashtray on the coffee table and lit it. “Long day? Tell me about it” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He fit his face into your neck and gave your cheek a couple pecks.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had, Eddie. We had this absolute nightmare of a customer that screamed at me over the phone for the last three hours of work,” You grunt before exhaling smoke.

“I’m sorry Babygirl. People can be such shitheads,” Eddie said before taking a drag of the cigarette still lit in your hand. You put it back down into the ashtray before pulling him into a kiss.

“It’s whatever Eddie. I just want to forget about it,” You huffed, grabbing the remote to turn the television on. He started kissing your jaw in response, squeezing you a bit tighter. His lips warmed up the skin on your neck that was chilled from the autumn air outside. Your mouth slowly hung open from the feeling.

“I agree… Let me help you forget, Baby,” He chuckled as his hands traveled from your stomach to the top of your thighs, toying with the bottom of your dress. Your eyes were glued to his silver rings and thick fingers squeezing legs. “Will you let me help?” Your eyes shot to his. You loved how you would get lost in his puppy dog eyes every time he gave you that look. You nodded at him, biting your lip. “What was that?” He grabbed onto your thighs, parting them to be against his. He smirked watching goosebumps form on the tops of your thighs.

“Yes Eddie,” You said all giddy, your heart racing.

“Good girl,” He smirked back, sliding up your dress to your hips. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, getting a good view of what his hands were doing to you. Your breathing accelerated as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down your inner thigh. You let out a whine as he got dangerously close to the fabric of your white silk panties. 

“These are so sexy on you… are they new?” Eddie hummed into your neck.

“Mhm,” You nodded again. You gasped as he placed his two middle fingers on top of the fabric, swirling them slowly. He gave a low gasp when he started to feel a wet spot starting to form. You reached back to his thighs, digging your nails into them as you felt lust take over you.

“That’s it Baby. You like that?” A hand snaked around your throat while the other slipped inside your underwear. His grip around your neck was accompanied by a lick along your jawline. Eddie let out a chuckle as he felt your wetness. “God girl… you’re fucking soaking,”

“Eddie… please… I need more,” You whispered.

“My greedy lil girl. Take these off,” He ordered and you happily followed, hooking your thumbs into your underwear and bringing them off your legs. Eddie brought his hand to your mouth. “Spit,” You smirked before spitting and slowly licking up his two fingers. Eddie licked his lips as he watched you sucked them. He enthusiastically started to pump his fingers in and out of your mouth. When your lips released his hand, he took the hand over your throat to spread you open, and the other to press into your clit.

“Fuck Eddie,” You let out a high pitched moan. His hand was sloppily going over it again and again. Your hips bucked to match his rhythm.

“I wanna make you cum so hard, you’ll forget where you work. Shit, you might even forget my name,” He chuckled as he plunged his two fingers inside you. You yelped feeling his cold hand against your warm sex. You grinded against it, feeling his rings travel over your clit with each movement. Your eyes rolled back and moans were continuously escaping your lips. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. You squeezed his arm with your thighs as you released onto his fingers. Your body went limp against him, feeling his cock grow hard on your back.

“Mmm thanks Baby,” You cooed before kissing Eddie’s cheek. You were about to get to the bathroom and clean up when he forced your hips back down to the couch. “Eddie what the hell?” You hissed.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” He let out an evil laugh before sitting you on top of his waist. He forcefully threw each of your legs on the outside of his, spreading you out even wider than before.

“Eddie nooo… I’m too sensitive,” You whined again.

“Hm, that’s funny… cuz I’m not fucking done with you yet,” He bit your earlobe lightly before beginning to rub your clit again. You attempted to close your legs but Eddie kicked them back open. “Cum four more times, then I’ll let you go. I want you to count them as you go,” He demanded.

“One!” You screamed out before he even finished speaking his wishes. You felt frantic, digging your nails into his veiny arm.

“Good girl, keep going,” Your stomach felt warm and sweat started to drip from your forehead. 

“Hmm… Two!” You felt Eddie’s long tongue swipe across the sweat on the back of your neck. You were shaking violently as he buried his fingers into you again, pumping away even faster this time.

“C’mon Baby, you can do it,” He teased, giving a couple of strong smacks on your inner thighs, before returning to your pussy.

“Three! Eddie I-I can’t,” Happy tears streamed down your face. You had no idea you could do any of this. Your legs were impossibly stretched out and Eddie didn’t stop his furious pace for anything.

“Yes you can…” He said between kisses and bites over your shoulders.

“FOUR!” You let out the loudest moan that’s ever come out of your lungs. Eddie dropped his hands off you. He picked you up and laid you down beside him. Your legs were still violently shaking and your breathing was erratic. He chuckled as he kissed up your legs, making you squirm in response.

“Alright, now that that’s done, I’ll make us some dinner,” He flexed his arms into a stretch, feigning tiredness. He gave you a proud smirk and blew a kiss.

“Eddie please wash your hands first,” You complained, still not able to move from your position. You felt as if you were sinking into the couch as you recovered from your orgasms.

“I gotcha,” Eddie winked at you before licking up and down his fingers. Your eyes widened as you saw his tongue swirl over his silver rings.

“So fucking gross,” You hung your head, trying not to show Eddie how turned you were. 

[221bshrlocked]

OMG MAGGIE PLS

I’ve been in such a Marcus pike mood lately and that lil piece OH BOY what I’d give to have this man. Srsly universe pls give me a Marcus Pike to come take care of me I am NOT OKAY

Dude I don't know why but there must be something in the air because holy fucking I've been in the same mood too. Marcus Pike has been living rent-free in my head for weeks now and I just...ok. Picture this-

NSFW below cut. Detailed descriptions of male receiving oral.

You sigh for god knows what time today as you walk out of the shower and dry your hair. Had you known that every wrong thing would happen from the minute your alarm rang, you would have called in sick to work and stayed in your bed all day long. As you slip into your shorts and tanktop, you hope that Marcus already cooked dinner and was either waiting for you to dig in or making you a plate as he finished whatever work he brought home with him.

Grabbing your hairbrush, you shut the lights of the bathroom off and make your way to the living room. A familiar delicious scent hits your nostrils and makes you thank the heavens that Marcus was unintentionally making your day a whole lot easier. You step out of the darkened hallway and make your way to the dining room, about to sit down and inhale the plate he prepared for you when you come to a halt at the sight that greets you from the living room.

You're not sure what makes your breathing grow erratic, if it was the way Marcus was lounging around and flipping through some paperwork, or the fact that he was wearing those goddamn grey sweatpants and, from the looks of it, nothing underneath. You're planted in your spot, refusing to move so much as an inch out of fear of missing on admiring the clueless sexiness that was Marcus Pike.

Gone is your need to devour your food, the hunger in the pit of your stomach replaced with a different type of craving the longer you stare at Marcus as he leans back into the couch and carefully reads through the pages. The hairbrush in your hand slips onto the table a little louder than you intend, grabbing Marcus' attention and making him look up at you halfway through reading a sentence.

"Oh hey baby, dinner is ready and get up and pour you some wine in a sec." He smiles at you and returns his focus on the file in his hands. For a second, you want to thank him and tell him that you owe him big time for already knowing how to help you, but then you trail your eyes down his physique and you think more to yourself.

He can still help some more...

Without saying anything, you walk towards him and throw away the towel over your head as you come around the couch and stand near Marcus. He looks up for a second but does a double take when he sees you bite into one of your scrunchies and leave it hanging in between your teeth as you gather your hair high above your head.

"Baby?" He asks with confusion and worry, and you want to laugh at him for thinking that he could ever do anything wrong to you. Just his presence was enough to calm your nerves and make you forget about every single worry of the day. But you say nothing and make quick work of your hair before you kneel in front of him.

If Marcus was confused before, he's even more lost now, but you notice a shift in the way he looks at you, as if his mind was trying to force him to catch onto what you were about to do to him. He parts his lips to ask you what's wrong when you shove the flyaway hairs out of your face and move closer to him, not bothering to offer any response as you shove his thighs open and push the files out of his hands.

"What- sweetheart, is everything okay? C-can I help you?" The normally sweet, gruff voice you've grown so used to during your intimate moments is gone, replaced with a shy, hopeful tone that, for some odd reason, turns you on even more. You hold his gaze as you step closer to him until you're touching his thighs and legs, and when you see that you have his undivided attention, you trail your hands across his upper thighs and rest them at the edge of his sweatpants.

"I've had a really shitty day Marcus, and honestly, I just want to suck your dick." A part of you knows this isn't enough of an explanation, and you're proven correct when he tilts his head to the side like a lost puppy and looks down at your fingers as they slowly play with the fabric covering him from you.

"You- but shouldn't I be the one to...baby, let me make you feel good. I don't need this, but I know you do so let me-"

"No, just...Marcus, please. I don't really care about myself right now, which sounds weird I know, but I just- god, please. Let me suck your cock. In all honesty, I didn't realize that this is exactly what I needed to wind down until I came out here and saw you in these sweatpants that frankly, leave nothing to the imagination." You don't pull his clothes down, afraid that his rejection was because he didn't want you touch him now and not because he was worried about you.

"Please, I mean it. I need to feel you in my mouth baby, I- I want to lick you and suck on your balls and hear you moan for me and tell me how good I'm making you feel. Please? Let me go down on you Marcus, wanna watch you come undone at my touch. Fuck- I really want to taste you right now, wanna hear you tell me I'm your good girl...don't care about anything else, just you...Let me- let me make you feel good." You lean down and kiss up his thighs, never once breaking eye contact as you kiss the tent slowly forming on his sweatpants. You can tell Marcus is having a difficult time deciding whether he should talk this out or just let you do whatever you want because his hand reaches for you and holds your cheeks, thumb touching your parted lips lightly as he licks his own.

"I- but I want to make you feel good." He whispers down to you, holding your other hand in his palms before he raises it and kisses your wrist lightly. Your heart skips a beat at the soft gesture but you're determined to do this, for both of your sakes.

"Pleasuring you makes me happy, and believe me, I'm going to enjoy every second of this. Perhaps not as much as you but I'll come real close." You slip away from his touch and lean down to kiss his palm, silently asking him again if you could remove his pants and pleasure him. Marcus takes one long, hard look at you, turning his attention from one eye to the other before he nods softly and raises his hips high enough for you to slip them away. You don't waste a second as you tug his sweatpants down his legs, biting into your lower lip when you see that he really wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Fuck, the way you're looking at me right now baby, so fucking sexy. Go on sweetheart, take what you want. 'm all yours, do whatever you want with me." Marcus moans as he rests his back against the couch again, and he barely has a second to wrap his head around what's happening before you're leaning down and spitting on his cock. You giggle when he throws his head back and swears beneath his breath at the filthy action, and you drag your nails up his thighs to relish the feeling of having this much power over him.

"God Marcus, you look so fucking good like this. And you're all mine baby, mine to please and kiss and touch however I want." You whisper to him as you slowly trail your fingers down the protruding vein on the underside of his cock. He's only sporting a semi but you know that he only needs to feel your mouth for a minute or two for him to grow as hard as his fucking gun.

"Shit...shit- you really want me this much baby?" He asks, and you swear you hear a hint of inquisitiveness in his voice, like he didn't believe that you truly wanted to go down on him for your own pleasure.

"Marcus, I can't begin to tell you how lucky I am to have you all to myself." You tell him as you kneel lower and rest your arms on top of his thighs. Marcus bites into his cheek when you let drool fall on the tip of his cock slowly, mesmerized by how shameless you were being with him. You can see how much he's enjoying having your undivided attention and you smile at him as you part your lips and take the head angry red tip in between your lips. He moans your name along with a few expletives when he feels your wrap your mouth around his length, one hand shooting to your hair instantly when you continue to relax your throat and take him down as far as you can. He grabs your arm with the other hand and you hum in approval when he digs his fingers into your skin, leaving bruises to remind you of his need to feel you everywhere. The deeper you take him, the more difficult it is for Marcus to stop himself from bucking his hips into your mouth and fucking up into you.

"Fuck fuck baby you’re- slow down...slow down sweetheart, take your time and- and just...oh fuck. You're gonna make me cum already baby...ah shit.” Marcus grunts as soon as you wrap your hands around the base of his cock, and before he can ask you to give him a few minutes to calm down, he watches as you pull off his cock and let your drool roll down his length without care. His chest rises and falls rapidly as you keep your gaze on him and lick down the throbbing veins.

“Good girl, good fucking girl...you look so pretty baby, mouth full of my cock. I- I fucking love you- ah shit, that’s it sweetheart. Keep going, keep making a mess of me. Take whatever you want from me, it’s all yours...’m all yours.” He whispers down at you and huffs deeply when you turn your head and lick a long strip up and down his dick. His hips move against you slightly when he looks down and sees one hand loosen. He wants to beg you to keep going, to push him over the edge already until he’s whimpering and moaning your name. But then you trail your fingers down and cup his balls in your soft hands and he all but loses his mind at the feather-light sensations coursing through his veins.

You take notice of the way he shivers at the simplest of touches and you smile in pride when his hold tightens around you even further. He’s silently begging you to have mercy on him and you don’t waste another second, waiting until he throws his head back to get a hold of himself right before dipping down and sucking on his balls. Marcus almost flies off of the couch when he feels your teeth graze and tease his ballsack. Forcing himself to raise his head and look down at you again, Marcus hisses through gritted teeth when you let go of him for a second to kiss across the wet skin at the base of his dick.

“Fuck ff-fuck baby you- you don’t have t-” You open your mouth and lick aggressively at his throbbing sack, relishing the heat his skin radiates the harder you suck and spit on him. You could tell Marcus didn’t expect you to be so enthusiastic and you eye his hands before looking at him to let him know that he can grab you wherever he wants. When he doesn’t get the hint right away, you let go of his cock for a second and drag his hand to your hair, not bothering to show him how to hold you as you return your touch the weeping crown of his dick. He’s leaking precum down his length and you shut your eyes to enjoy the subtle, salty taste seeping into your taste buds. You try to hold every inch of him but now that he was as hard as a rock, you knew you wouldn’t be able to reach every bit of his length. So you opt for the next best thing; pulling away from him, you lick your lips as you take the bulbous head into your lips and softly pass your tongue over the slit while you cup his balls and massage them as expertly as you dragged your other palm down his dick. You try to look at him but you know that you wouldn’t be pleasing him as much if you changed your tactic so you opt to increase your pace, not caring for the mess you were making of him and yourself as you drooled all over him and your hands.

He’s a moaning mess above you, hand tugging harshly on your hair to have more control over your movements while he forced himself to keep still so he didn’t hurt you. He wants to tell you that he’s never felt this good before, that he would never dream of letting anyone else touch him the way you do. But he can’t get a word out past his lips, not when you were showing him how much you craved tasting him on your tongue. He’s embarrassingly close but he doesn’t care that this is probably the quickest you’ve ever pushed him over the edge. Letting go completely, Marcus falls back and lets go of your hair, fisting his hands tightly into the couch seat as he bangs his head against the soft cushions behind him while you tease his sensitive and aching cock with your teeth and your nails and your tongue. He tries to hold off as much as he can, wanting to make this somewhat pleasurable to you as well. You told him you enjoyed going down on him immensely and he didn’t want this to end so quickly,

But then you relax your muscles and take him down even further in your throat, and Marcus all but loses it. He can feel the back of your mouth hitting the tip of his cock over and over again, and as soon as you squeeze him tightly with that crazy move you learned to do the more you sucked on him, Marcus screams in ecstasy and falls into bliss, shooting hot spurts of cum down your throat even after you pulled off of him to taste him on your tongue. He knows he probably doesn’t taste too good but he looks down to watch as you smiled at him while rolling his hard dick around your mouth to fill your lips with his essence. He’s breathing heavily but forgets how to think when you pull off of him and swipe your tongue around your mouth to show him his seed, and just as he tries to lean down and kiss you, you pull away and make a show of swallowing him down. Marcus swears beneath his breath, and wipes his face to get himself in check. He doesn’t know what to say or do, and he hopes that you tell him what you want next because he can’t rely too much on his brain right now.

Thankfully, you read his mind in an instant and stand up from where you were kneeling, helping him drag his sweatpants up his thighs and around his hips again.

“Fuck, thank you baby, I really needed that. Felt so good having the weight of your dick on my tongue.” You say casually as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and grab the towel from beside him, dabbing your face quickly before walking around to the kitchen table. Marcus wants to ask you what else you want from him but you turn around quickly and shut him up with a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m going to eat really quickly and then you’re going to fuck me until I forget everything that happened today. That sound good to you, Agent Pike?” You wink at him when you see the blush radiating across his face seep down his neck.

“Fuck yeah, whatever you saw sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

“I do like the sound of that...but I would rather the whole neighborhood hear that I’m yours as well. So drink some cold water and get ready to make me scream.”

Marcus would never tell you this but he thinks for a second that, if this is what happened after you had a rough day, he wouldn’t be too opposed to bothering you every once in a while if it meant he’d get to fuck you all night long.

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

bhah ch8 reread as fast as i can before ch11 arrives help

aww Dani nervous for Jamie’s big race is so cute

i love Dani’s whole photography thing n her wanting to document their lives it’s so sweet

i’m suddenly stuck on the whole blue as a theme thing n now I’m noticing it everywhere/remembering their tent was blue and now their school colours are blue and Dani’s car is blue and I think Jamie’s house is blue. and of course THE SCRUNCHIE

god I love track star Jamie

flip these two are cute together

‘a favour for good luck’ god idk why this gets me so much I think like... Dani giving her this little piece of herself is so wholesome but weirdly loaded i just love it

the carson eddie banter is so funny sdkdhfgj

Dani is such a lil ball of emotions I’m obsessed w her feeling a million things while she watches Jamie

she’s a winner baby!!

also love that this is her setting the record that was mentioned in the prev chapter we love lil details being followed through

Jamie going straight for Dani when she won god that’s so cute

aw Jamie gets a kiss (and a whole gay crisis lol) for her win how sweet

oh no the beginnings of Dani and Eddie

pls this is so soft Carson and Judy so proud of Jamie

I just ate so many carbs I am finally properly fueled for this reading sprint (solidarity w Jamie)

aw Nan quietly proud of her

fkjdfh Dani and Jamie playing footsies at the table

god Nan n Jamie are such a force together truly terrifying to be stuck in the middle of I’m sure. Also fuuuck cld u imagine grown up Jamie and Nan interacting and Jamie in particular being a bit more chilled out and them getting along a lot better but finding their way back to silly little bickering arguments that are really just them knowing they can do that w each other and still be ok at the end of the day bc they love each other ouch it hurts to think about :(

lmao Jamie losing her mind at the sight of Dani in a towel lol I can just imagine her having the same reaction when they’re together too

oooh is the watch from Jamie’s great uncle (? Nan’s brother that she was named for right?) that’s so cool

ugh I want Dani to get her travel adventures so bad

god everytime Dani touches Jamie or says something really sweet or just gives her a look Jamie is suffering so bad

THE MIXTAPE (LITTLE BLUE DUDE SCREAMING AT THE SKY.MEME)

oh god they’re really just gonna curl up in Jamie’s bed and listen to this declaration of love mixtape while Jamie plays with Dani’s hair hold on a minute wait a second

oh no the eddie of it all

aw he brought her flowers (like I am not here for their relationship overall but he does do some sweet things sometimes and he does clearly care abt her)

ugh of course Jamie helped pick them out tho this whole situation is so complicated

god I’m so sad for both of them that their relationship ended up like this. Dani loses that friendship she cherishes so much when it becomes something else she never wanted and Eddie is in love w a girl who will never love him back that way. it really is heartbreaking

oh god the house party time for chaos

Jamie my beloved. sdkjfhsdkjfh and Roger trying to put the moves on her pls this will never stop being funny to me

ugh Dani already feeling so trapped in this life I hate it I hate it

Jamie fiddling w the coin necklace while she watches Dani n Eddie together feels like... she knows she’s losing Dani on some level ouch my heart

is this when Jamie was telling Ed of for letting Dani get drunk wdjkfhdj always the protector aw

she’s still wearing Dani’s scrunchie oh my god. u may have her hand ed but u will never have her hair ties

Dani’s dress MORE BLUE

this is such an interesting event w them like they’re best friends and they’re together so much but they avoid each other for half the party it’s so like... indicative I guess of things changing between them hmmmm

cursed spin the bottle. poor Dani

the zippo lighter. i love seeing things from the box in these chapters. like a gay scavenger hunt

the inadvertent cigarette kiss oh my god. also a little bit like... Jamie just leaning into the pain huh??? I get to put my lips where her lips were but it’s around this thing that has the potential to kill me. god the implications

a little fireside cuddling w ur soulmate ur never gonna kiss how romantic

the sandalwood. I fuckin love that she held onto this scent after Dani told her she smells nice one time. gays really do be like that huh

god this really is the softest moment

christ that almost kiss is so intense how did they just carry on as normal after that I would have died

lol “did i interrupt something?” bro........

dsfkjhdkj Jamie GROWLING at him hahhahahahhaha

oof Dani just wants more of her. I love there was the mention of her carefully constructed walls crumbling and now she’s just like... in this little bubble of almost with her n trying so hard to hold onto that in any way she can

and now she’s back w eddie ouch I hate watching the things she wants slipping out of her grasp

lmao Eddie not putting his arm around Dani when Jamie is there. she really put the fear of god in him I love this angry little lesbian so much

poor Carson being dragged to sports games like “no I’m gay I can’t”

lmao the pair of them trying to be sneaky smoking around the corner (and also having more Moments god the tension of it all)

oooh this Orpheus and Eurydice ref spicy (also fuck this was the beginning of her actually losing Jamie huh god the storytelling... *chef’s kiss*)

oh no Nan :(

god Karen is so awful how could u just break the news to your kid like that

it’s only pain hours from here on out huh

poor Jamie god my heart breaks

something about Dani saying she’s sorry and Jamie just saying she has to go put Mikey to bed fucking breaks me. the fact she’s just lost everything, her home and the stability she was missing from her childhood that she got to have for such a short time, and she can probably barely even process it but all she knows is she has to take care of Mikey. fuck

god her destroying her bike because she’s just so devestated but anger and destruction is easier to feel than being sad.... ouch

“You don’t - you don’t have to feel anything right now. I’ll feel it for you. For the both of us” how dare u make me cry like this

god Jamie giving the scrunchie back feels like such a fucking sad little acknowledgement of her deciding she has to do everything on her own noooo

Dani trying to confront her mom god this is all so much for them to be dealing with I am so sad

tiny mikey saying “want nana” so much pain

Jamie just clinging to Dani when they’re sitting in the pew bc it’s the only way she can ask for help right now ow

“Don’t fight me” my fcking heart this chapter is so sad I need a drink

Jamie is far too young to be self-medicating her way through this god this hurts to read.

this chapter has such a melancholic loss of innocence vibe like going from the teenage parties and boys and track meets and only really having to worry about themselves to this massive amount of responsibility on their shoulders when nan dies (like as much as Jamie tries to push her away Dani takes on a huge burden in trying to help her too) it’s so fucking saaaad

Jamie just breaking and finally crying all this out in Dani’s arms holyyyy shit that will never not break my heart

god Jamie just. determined to raise Mikey on her own cause god knows what the alternative is :(

oof the thread of Jamie determined to fix things. baby sometimes u just cant.

Dani trying so hard to hold things together in the ways that she can :*(

god this ending I am in pain. i know it’s ultimately for the best like Jamie and Mikey absolutely could not carry on like that but.... bro... bro..... ouch

ok gonna go cry in the shower for a bit n then i’ll be back for ch9

[pinkookcafe]

i got this idea from @only-kiwi ! go check them out

- madison beer as y/n and harry styles as ur bf

[send requests] stay safe and take care

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arianagrande cutie !! miss u

ynfan i can send u some

harrystyles Can I have my sunscreen back now?

yourinstagram @/harrystyles no i lost that too

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harryfan2 the glasses are everything

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harrystyles @/yourinstagram You don’t even like watermelon!

ynfan2 he broke that with his hands....

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ynfan3 ur voice...im crying

harrystyles I’m in love with your voice

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kaiagerber y/n needs to repaint your nails 

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ynfan2 the lil bun omg

harryfan5 im surprised he knows how to take a pic 

yourinstagram @/harryfan8 me too lmao

[hopesbarnes]

Bucky needs to understand that a special scrunchie is a S P E C I A L SCRUNCHIE!! Like it feels extra nice in your hair, and it makes every outfit feel more snazzy on your wrist too!! That lil bitch really “lost” her special scrunchie. God damnit bucky >:( AND THE SPECIAL SCRUNCHIE LOSES A LIL BIT OF SPECIALNESS IF THE GUY YOUR FAKE DATING LETS ANOTHER GIRL TAKE IT!! my god what a stupid boy.

boys r dumb. scrunchies are forever.

[silverlightqueen]

Rules: answer 16 questions and tag 16 people you want to know better.

I was tagged by @darling-marvel so tysm bby💕💕💕

1. height: 5’4.5” (the .5 is VERY important !!)

2. last thing I googled: google translate (bc of @arvbellas threatening me lmao) but it was JK airport pics before that sksks💀

3. favourite musician(s): BTS, The Weeknd, 5sos, Mabel, Rae Sremmurd, Jax Jones (ngl I have the widest range of music taste so this ain’t even half of my faves like a love a bit of NSG, Migos, Lana Del Rey, Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande, Drake, I could go on lmao)

4. song stuck in my head: when the party’s over - billie eilish 🤩

5. followers: 545

6. following: I don’t know, like 50ish (I’m sorry, okay, I just hate my feed being messy 😭 I’m not a prestige bitch, I promise🥺)

7. do you get asks: yeah I do, but I’d love getting more about my stories 🥺

8. amount of sleep: 5 1/2 hours (we love a sleep deprived bitch✊🤩)

9. lucky number(s): 9 (my birth month) and 19 (my birth date)

10. what are you wearing: black frilly ankle socks, black playboy cycling shorts (I promise I’m not a basic bitch lmao), an oversized blue jumper that legit drowns me, a gold necklace with the initial L on it and a blue scrunchie on my wrist

11. dream job: rich (jks but not really) Na I’m kidding, my dream job is to be a dancer (as I’ve been dancing for 14 years)/singer (because I’m in love with music)/actress (because there ain’t no drama queen more dramatic than me)/activist (because I’m so passionate about changing the world for the better)

12. instruments: my voice lmao (I used to play cello but I broke it and then quit before my teacher realised it was broken sksks I was a wild 9 year old💀)

13. languages: English, Spanish, a lil bit of Punjabi

14. favourite song: literally impossible omg

young forever - BTS

serendipity - BTS

answer: love myself - BTS

the truth untold - BTS

autumn leaves - BTS

outro: love is not over - BTS

home - BTS

fake love - BTS

all of the trivias - BTS

outro: tear - BTS

i need u - BTS

mikrokosmos - BTS

this is excluding BTS songs

- finders keepers - mabel ft. kojo funds

- video games - lana del rey

- die for you - the weeknd

- the hills - the weeknd

- six feet under - the weeknd

- try me - the weeknd

- acquainted - the weeknd

- lost in japan - shawn mendes

- sativa - jhene aiko ft. rae sremmurd

- waves - kanye west (ik he’s trash I’m sorry)

- kill this love - blackpink

- forever young - blackpink

15. random facts: my best friend is my mf soulmate and I love her so much, legit would not know what to do without her, she’s an angel

16. aesthetic: starry nights, tattered books, long white nails, high high heels, white wolves, trees covered in snow, bright moon, curtain blowing in the gentle breeze on a warm day, glasses of wine spritzers, fluffy sliders, bucket hats and cargo pants, pink pinafores and velvet scrunchies, a turquoise ocean, hot chocolate, autumn leaves, baking, sleeping with the window open, polaroids of messy nights, little black dresses and silver chokers, cosy movie nights, family days out, girls nights in, stargazing

I’m tagging @arvbellas @khaoticamour @conslack @anothershorthuman @keylowmonie @booklover240 @untainted-memories bc they’re angels and I wanna know it all 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[trrinh]

is that LANA CONDOR? nah, they wouldn’t come out to gravity falls. it’s just TRINH HUANG, the TWENTY ONE year old MUSEUM DOCENT/GUIDE at the GRAVITY FALLS MUSEUM OF HISTORY. people ‘round here sure do love to talk  —  i’ve heard they live at CARRIAGE HOUSE APARTMENTS, and that they’re SACCHARINE & WITTY as well as INTENSE & LOQUACIOUS. but when i think of the HUMAN, all that comes to mind is: museum brochures scattered on a table, tight ponytail with a bright colored scrunchy, notebooks stacked on top of each other, dark-colored sneakers doing a tiptoe, thick textbooks opened up to complex illustrations. SHE’S always blasting LA CIENAGA by 88RISING when i walk past. no one thinks there’s anything strange going on with them, but i know better.   ( jess, 20, cst )

im jess and im laaaaate but im here now! 

i have a cute lil about page here, but i’ll set up a plots page sooon! here’s some quick tidbits about trinh though!

trinh’s family moved to town when she was two and never moved anymore

growing up, the huang sisters (trinh and mai) has always been competitive, but the two love each other very much and will always stick up for the other

graduating in the top 10% of the class, trinh had every chance to leave town for an out-of-town college, but she chose to stay citing that her life was in gravity falls and she wasnt quite ready to leave

currently a college student at the community college with a business major and a history minor. 

works at the museum as a guide. she’s always got a pep to her step and a clear, demanding voice rattling off the obscurest of facts about the town

hidden inside her shrill person is a curious mind. trinh has always had the feeling that something was going on, but she couldnt quite put a finger on it. but she liked getting lost in the forest greens and staying up past midnight to experience everything.

despite being nice and sweet (on a good day), she is quite the blabbermouth. it comes in handy for her work, but not so much anything else. she tries her hardest to keep secrets though, but her poker face needs a lot of work.

[forsythiias-blog]

heyy there !! im rachel ( so new to being twenty i keep accidentally saying im nineteen / she & her pronouns / gmt ), and im gonna be bringing this lil serpent bb to life !! i hope y’all like her as much as i do, and if u wanna plot or anything, pls just hit that like !! 

*　benedetta gargari, cisfemale, she/her, canon　━━　riverdale’s very own FORSYTHIA PARTHENIA JONES is now nineteen years old. she has lived in town for all of her life, bar a few years break, and pop never forgot her regular ━ fried chicken, chilli fries and a cold nehi on the side. you’ll likely find the student and part time waitress hanging around pops / the speakeasy, probably playing whats new pussycat twelve consecutive times on the jukebox or trying to survive her coursework. her friends on the southside will tell you all about how she’s individualistic, tenacious and morally sound, but others might describe her as loquacious or acerbic. oh well, no matter how you feel about jb / jellybean, you can’t deny that with her debate skills, she’s gonna be one hell of a lawyer someday. you can check out her pinterest board HERE !

   it's the heat that drives the light, it's the fire that ignites,     it's not the waking, it’s the RISING.

part one of three : bullet point history. trigger warnings for talk of infant health issues. 

im gonna have to uh. ask for forgiveness in advance cause riverdale has nOT given ya girl a lot to work with in regards to jellybean, and the comics are another mess altogether. this is a history steeped in headcanon to flesh out what’s non-existent in canon, which i hope is all ok !!!!!!!!!! 

august fifth, nineteen years ago. it was a sticky autumn night when forsythia parthenia jones entered the world with a pitiful cry - the only daughter of two southsiders, gladys and fp and the younger sister of jughead, she wasn't born to MUCH... which made all that she did have matter all the more. a mother and a father that loved her? check. an older brother she would someday idolize like no other? double check. a small ventricular septal defect, discovered only after her birth? triple check.

forsythia was, it seemed, destined to be a sickly child. her first few months of life were dotted with trips to the emergency room and visits to the family doctor, something always seeming to be wrong. infant colic was ten times worse. she caught a chill when she was two weeks old, and needed to spend a week in icu because of the resulting chest infection. the doctors who treated her at birth had been confident that over time, the hole in her heart - jellybean shaped, on the first ultrasound - would close by itself, as many do. however, it DIDN'T... and as she got older, the effects of this became more and more pronounced. she kept suffering chest infections. she wasn't putting on weight. breathing was, at times, a struggle - and she was sleepier than any baby they had ever known before. the original plan had been to wait and see and hope that forsythia's heart healed. at ten months old, when it became apparent that this wouldn't happen, she had to have a surgery.

your baby is supposed to be perfect. she's not supposed to take ill every few days, and ultimately require open heart surgery. it was likely a very HARROWING experience, and those first few months of forsythia's life were understandably marred... but if there had been any doubts before, it became clearer than day when she came out of surgery that the youngest jones was a FIGHTER, through and through. they'd been prepared for a month long wait to bring her home - it ended up only being a fortnight. she didn't cry, after. she didn't FUSS. it was like she knew the first while had been tough, and was hellbent on making everyone's lives a little bit easier, afterwards. lord knew the jones' needed it, considering the stress of her early months was just ON TOP of the stress of money. 

now affectionately named jellybean after the defect she had survived, she grew to be a remarkably NORMAL child. there were some differences, of course, between her and the kids she grew up with - she required regular checkups, she needed to dress extra warmly in winter, and she always got a bit more wiped out than everyone else - but anyone told the story behind the scar in the middle of her chest gaped in SHOCK. the girl who swung from the lower boughs of the trees at the edge of sunnyside trailer park and sprinted after her friends full speed had once had a hole in her heart? impossible! that sort of health issue was associated only with those that had a lot less LIFE to them than the high-spirited girl that jellybean was known as, and never once did she allow it to define her. she was a SPITFIRE, pure and simple, and she's proud to say that never once did she sit out of an experience.

life wasn't all sunshine and adventure, though. not every child notices cracks in their home life as they're appearing. jellybean didn't - not until the rug was pulled right out from under her feet. to her wide eyed and rose colored self, everything seemed to happen over night. one day, she and her family were happy. the next, her dad had become an alcoholic, and she and her mum were in transit to toledo. she didn't UNDERSTAND the why of it all - couldn't have even hoped to, when she was still so young. the reality of her father losing his job and their lives going to shit thanks to it didn't sink in. all she knew was that she had lost the father she idealized and the big brother she wanted to BE.

she spoke to them both on the phone, of course. she was even lucky enough to see jughead a couple times - it must have been jarring for him, the first time he turned up to see that the pigtailed little girl who loved kids pop that he remembered had sheared her hair overnight and now listening strictly to pink floyd and the other classics - but it wasn't the SAME. it wasn't having their family together. to say her drastic transformation might have stemmed from a place of resentment towards whatever forces were at play in the ruining of her family wouldn't have been incorrect. jb wanted things to go back to NORMAL. it taking so long to do so killed her.

and what killed her more was that they never really did. she and her mom returned to riverdale, finally, but things never went back to how they were BEFORE. she learned not to talk about it, though, and now... well. NOW she's older, and wiser, and she knows how to hide her real feelings behind an easy bluff. there's nothing to do but make the most of what she does have and stop dwelling on what she used to, she supposes, so that's really all she's doing. 

part two of three : headcanons.

first things first - law. jb hasn’t always wanted to be a lawyer. scratch that: she never wanted to be one, right up until she announced it was her chosen major. when she was still in single digits, she wanted to be a real life PRINCESS. no reason, per say, other than overhearing some of the older serpents sarcastically referring to the jones’ as southside royalty, and really running with it. when she hit doubles, though, and started growing up, jb decided ( right around the time she chose to shorten her jellybean nickname ) that what she wanted more than ANYTHING was to own a record shop. nothing too extravagant, really, just a first floor, one room sorta deal - she’d plaster the walls with posters of the greats and keep the merchandise in crates resting on rickety tables, and every friday night she’d hold a jams night where people could come and lounge around the floor on beanie bags, listening to some of their favorites. she had it all planned, and it’s still something of a dream - but if there’s one thing that jones’ family knows how to do, it’s sacrifice dreams for reality. with penny peabody DISGRACED, the serpents and southsiders in general need someone who knows them to represent them, when things go to trial, and feeling a sense of duty to the people she was raised around, jb bit the bullet and stepped up. she’s got a love for arguing and a knack for winning, so much so that god HELP whoever goes against her in a courtroom, someday - but it’s more a duty thing than it is her passion. 

she has yet to officially join the serpents ( reasons tbd, though it’s not for lack of WANT ) - but jb went right ahead and got a tattoo on her right hand anyway, cause as a jones, she’s still serpent adjacent. the only difference between the picture linked and the one she has is that hers is done in white ink - her way of keeping things lowkey while still honoring her heritage.

miss her with a motorbike. they’re COOL and all, but jb values her life a little bit too much to trust a two wheeled death trip waiting to happen. she’s more into classic cars, anyway, and has pretty recently invested in the frame of a 1979 pontiac gto from the scrapyard, that she plans on fixing up to perfection.

her style is southside meets cute. of course she loves her leather and fishnet combos - but jb is ALSO a huge fan of dungarees and sloganed t-shirts in a whole assortment of colors. anything ‘edgy’ she wears ( big boots, mesh tops, the list .. could go on ) gets coupled with something a little less so ( pink scrunchies, colorful makeup, a disney bag ... again, the list could go on ), and that makes her her. 

and finally, for now, cause i’m not sure i’ve done a good job of conveying it - jellybean is a good kid. she REALLY, truly is. she’s got some bite to her ( enough of a short fuse that it’s advisable not to test her limit ) & wouldn’t be her fathers daughter if she DIDN’T, but she’s also genuinely sweet. being a serpent doesn’t equal being a bitch, and so long as people out there treat her with respect, she’ll do the SAME. jb doesn’t turn unless she’s given reason to ... and if they do, she won’t hold back. 

part three of three : wanted connections. 

kids from the south ( or north ) side that are in or around the same age, who jellybean would have grown up with / went to school with !! they might have reconnected after she returned to riverdale and now know her as who she’s become, but they also might be people who she lost contact with for a LONG TIME and who never got to see her post transformation - any and all variance on this wc would be fun! 

anyone attending riverdale college who she might, maybe, rub shoulders with !! i don’t know if there are any other law students here, but i’d still love the most mundane of connections - maybe they sit with each other during lunch, or they help each other study, or one time, jb dropped a book on their head in the library and they’ve been friends / enemies since! gimme anything !

regulars at pops / the speakeasy. so .. jb is pretty self sufficient, and she’s paying her way in terms of college by working shifts at pops and picking up extras in the speakeasy. she’d know a lot of people from that, i’d wager, and i’m sure she has her favorites! 

more people southside serpent adjacent who she can play off of !! one of jb’s goals in life is to become an OFFICIAL member of the gang, which she hasn’t yet - but she is something of a southside princess, and that means she’d know most of them in some way! 

p much anything else

i love her so much and just wanna throw her at everyone 

[thelastspeecher]

NaNoWriMo ‘17 Day 23 - Don’t Get Short with Your Brother

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Summary: Ford arrives at Stan’s house for another extended visit, but with a key difference.  Inspired by this and this.  [Stay-at-Home Stan AU] Word count: 1564

               Angie answered the door.  She looked around for a moment, confused.

               “Excuse me,” a high-pitched voice said.  Angie looked down.  A young boy, about the same age as her daughters, was standing on the doorstep. Angie smiled at him and crouched down to his eye-height.

               “Howdy there,” she said gently.  The boy shuffled his feet nervously.  “Aw, are ya lost?”

               The only neighbors what have boys are the Thompsons and the Millers.  And their children aren’t this age.  

               “No,” the boy said firmly.  Angie frowned at him.  He was wearing an oversized trenchcoat over his clothes.

               Was he playin’ dress-up with someone? The boy reached a hand up to adjust his glasses, which were similarly oversized and threatening to slide down his face.  Angie’s eyes widened.  Twelve fingers?  Now that she had picked up on the most glaring feature, she could see other Pines characteristics; the wild curls, the ruddy nose, and the tendency to give off an air of grumpiness.

               “…Stanford?” she whispered.  The boy nodded.  “Oh, Lord.”

               “There was an accident,” Ford mumbled.  “My current biological age is merely temporary, but Fiddleford thought it would be best if I stayed with you and Stan until I recover.”

               “But neither of ya thought to let us know.”  Ford adjusted his glasses again, but didn’t respond.  “How did ya even get here?”

               “I took the bus.”

               “You took the- Gravity Falls is over twelve hours away!”

               “I’m well aware of that.”

               “No one on the bus questioned a small child traveling without an adult?” Angie asked.  Ford shook his head.  “Goodness. What is the world comin’ to?”

               “Would you please let me in?  I walked for about an hour until I found your house,” Ford said.  Angie stood to her proper height.

               “Come on in, hon,” she said, placing a gentle hand on Ford’s back and guiding him inside.  She closed the door.  Ford scowled at her.

               “I’m older than you.  Do not call me ‘hon’.”

               “Instinct.  Sorry.”

               “Who was at the door?” Stan called from the kitchen, where he was doing the dishes.  

               “Yer brother.  Sounds like Stanford is goin’ to spend some time with us.  Again.”

               “Really?  Geez, Sixer, what’d ya do to get Fiddleford to kick ya out?” Stan asked, looking into the living room.  His jaw dropped at the sight of Ford.  “Hot Belgian waffles, Poindexter, what happened?”

               “There was an accident during an experiment,” Ford said.  “And…hot Belgian waffles?”

               “I’m tryin’ out fake swears,” Stan explained.  He dried his hands on a gingham dish towel.  “Must’ve been one heck of an accident.”

               “It could have been much worse.  As it is, this is temporary, and Fiddleford will be able to determine the approximate date it will wear off.”

               “You’re the same age as the girls,” Stan said.  He grinned.  “There’s an idea.”  Ford took a nervous step backward, discomforted by his twin’s vicious smile. His diminutive feet trod on Angie’s toes.  She instinctively placed a reassuring hand on the top of Ford’s head.

               “What’s an idea?” Angie asked, stroking Ford’s curls.

               “The girls don’t really have any friends yet.  But they love their Uncle Ford.  And now that he’s their age…”

               “Yer suggestin’ Ford play with the girls while this situation works itself out?”

               “Yep.”

               “Look, I love Danny and Daisy,” Ford said, adjusting his glasses yet again. “But spending time with them while this age might give them the wrong idea.  I’m their uncle, not their playmate.”

               “Oh, please,” Angie said.  “You play with ‘em all the time.”

               “This is different,” Ford insisted.

               “Yeah, it is,” Stan said.  “But think about it.  This ‘ll give ya a chance to bond with ‘em even more.  And it’s not like they’re toddlers anymore.  They’re five.”

               “Stan was right about them not havin’ many friends,” Angie said in a low voice.  “Once they start school, hopefully that ‘ll change.  But right now, their main social interactions are with their parents. Socializin’ with someone their age will be good fer ‘em.”  Ford sighed.

               “Very well.  I get the point.”  He shoved Angie’s hand away from him.  “But stop petting me!  I don’t want to be treated like a child while I stay here, understand?”

               “We’ll do our best,” Angie said.  “But we reserve the right to restrict certain activities fer yer own safety.”

               “I don’t agree to that.”

               “If yer stayin’ under my roof, ya do,” Angie said firmly, putting her hands on her hips and staring Ford down with a steely gaze.  Ford swallowed nervously.  

               “Y- yes, ma’am,” he stammered.  Angie’s punishing demeanor evaporated.  She threw her head back with a laugh.

               “Lord, that ‘angry mom’ face works wonders!” she cackled.  Ford scowled.  “Aw, don’t get all scrunchy-faced,” Angie cooed, pinching his cheek.  Ford slapped her hand away.  “Why don’t ya go see yer lil nieces while Stan and I discuss how we’ll adjust things while ya stay.”

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               Danny and Daisy walked into the kitchen, Daisy idly dragging her stuffed animal frog, Marlo, on the ground.  The two girls cocked their heads curiously at what they saw.

               “Daddy, why is Uncle Ford in the time-out chair?” Danny asked.  Ford was indeed strapped into an old high-chair that Stan and Angie had repurposed for the use of time-outs.  Judging by his reddened face and shouting, Ford was not pleased with the situation one bit.  Stan turned from his de-aged twin brother and looked knowingly at his daughters.

               “‘Cause he’s in time-out,” Stan replied.  

               “Why?” Daisy asked.  

               “Is it ‘cause he’s getting scrunchy-faced?” Danny suggested.  Ford paused his shouts of protest for a moment.

               “Why is that something your family says?” Ford asked Stan.  Stan shrugged.

               “It’s a McGucket thing.  Now, are ya calmed down enough to get down?”

               “I don’t need to be calm to get down, I am a grown man!” Ford shouted.  “Stanley, let me down this instant!”

               “Girls, go play in your room for a bit, okay?” Stan said.  “Your Uncle Ford will join ya after he’s in a better mood.”

               “Okay!” Daisy chirped.  She wandered off.  Danny waved at Stan and Ford before following her twin.  Stan turned back to Ford.

               “Ford, you’re not gettin’ down until you relax.”

               “I’m not a child,” Ford snarled.  “Don’t treat me like one!”  

               “I’ll stop treating you like one when ya stop actin’ like one!” Stan snapped. “You threw a temper tantrum just ‘cause ya couldn’t find your Scientific American issue.”

               “Can you blame me for getting upset?  There’s not much around here to stimulate my intellect!”

               “What a loada bull.  We’ve got all sortsa science stuff around here.  Heck, your own sister-in-law has a doctorate!”

               “Yeah, in herpetology,” Ford scoffed. Stan’s expression grew thunderous. Ford swallowed.  “…I’d like to retract what I just said.”

               “Smart move.”  

               “Maybe I have been acting childish,” Ford said after a moment. Stan nodded.  “I just- I don’t know why.  I’ve been keeping my regular hours, and yet I’m tremendously exhausted. I keep feeling overwhelmed by things and- and overreacting and-”

               “Your brain might be thirty, but your body isn’t,” Stan interrupted.  Ford blinked.  “Sixer, you kept it at bay for a good amount of time, but you’ve gotta admit it.  Until this thing wears off, you’re gonna need to have a schedule like the girls’.”

               “Stanley!”

               “Hey, I’m not happy about it either.  Despite what ya might believe, treating my own twin like I treat my daughters isn’t my idea of a good time.”  Stan sighed. “But it’s what’s best for your health.”

               “I don’t want to be treated like a child,” Ford mumbled.

               “I know.  And Angie and I will do our best to keep the schedule and everything from damaging your dignity as much as possible.  But Ford, ya need naps.  Ya need to go to bed before nine.  Ya need to have meals at a regular time.  Ya need a schedule.”

               “…Fine.”  A moment passed.  “Now will you let me down?”

               “Oh, right.”  Stan took Ford out of the high-chair and set him on the ground.  He ruffled his de-aged twin’s hair.  “Remember when ya first dropped by?”

               “Three days ago.  It feels like so much longer.”

               “The naps ‘ll help with that.  Sleeping makes time move faster.  But anyways, Angie said we reserved the right to restrict activities. This is one of those times.”

               “I just assumed it meant not allowing me to consume alcohol or coffee, or refusing to let me behind the wheel,” Ford said.

               “Those, too,” Stan said.  He walked over to the sink and ran a washcloth under cold water for a moment, then walked back to Ford.  Ford blinked at him curiously.  “For your face,” Stan explained.  He crouched down and began to carefully rub Ford’s cheeks.  Ford opened his mouth to protest, but changed his mind with a tired sigh.

               “Why are you wiping my face?” Ford asked quietly.  

               “Gotta get the tear tracks washed away and you cooled off a bit. Not to mention, pitchin’ a fit like you just did uses a lotta energy.  You’re tired now, aren’t ya?” Stan asked.  Ford nodded.  “This’ll wake ya up for just long enough that you can get in some PJs.”

               “PJs?”

               “It’s naptime, Ford.”  Stan tossed the washcloth onto the table.  It landed with a damp splat.  He put a guiding hand on Ford’s shoulder.  “Come on, I’ll tuck ya in.”

               “Only if you promise to read me a story.”

               “Wait, really?”

               “Pfft, no.”