#if i REALLY want to get into it i'll have to look at the show's episode synopsis and pick and choose which episodes happen when in the year

[tiramissyoucake]

Self indulgent post, Mark being down bad

You were thankful you decided to stay home today, the storm was unrelenting outside as rain pattered down against surfaces like bullets, thunder and lightening exploding amidst the wind and rain. As ominous as it was, taking safety measures and remaining inside comforted you, you followed procedure, anything else is out of your hands.

A warm mug next to you as your favorite blanket draped over your legs, your laptop dimly playing videos of varying types. Everything was fully charged, your phone next to you, quiet as a mouse. You weren't going to move for a while...

A knock on the front door quickly stopped your train of thought, all appreciation dissipating.

Holding back a groan, you got up from the couch, adjusting your clothes as you made a beeline for the door— peephole be damned, who's crazy enough to be out in this weather?

Swinging the door open, you look up to a messy head of sopping wet black hair. You almost didn't recognize Mark since his hair is always out of his face. His eyes were swollen, and his lips tugged into a cross between a frown and a pout. This is the first time you've seen him since your break-up about a month ago.

"... Mark?"

"... Hi." He sounded glad, like he didn't expect you to answer. "... c-can I come in? I just- I need to talk to you, like REALLY need to."

"No." Your answer may have been cold, but your relationship ended on bad terms. "Go home, it's thundering outside."

His heart plummeted to his stomach seeing you close the door, his hand quickly reaching out as well as his foot to keep it open. "Wait— please. (Name), hear me out. Just hear me out and I'll go, I swear." His voice almost cracked as he begged you.

"Mark, it's over. I gave you back all your stuff and deleted your number, just move on—"

"I can't." He whimpered, "please, don't make me do this— I can't find anyone else like you." He sighed, unsure if it was shaky from the cold or the sob bubbling in his throat. "Don't leave me, please- just hear me out."

You grimaced, the door opening further by his hand. "(Name), you don't have to respond now, but please just... don't do this." Mark approached you, clothes soaked through his coat and hands hesitant to touch you. "I-I can't stop thinking about you, please baby—"

You looked away, wincing at the nickname. "I told you not to call me that."

"I'll call you whatever you want— fuck, (name), please—" you heard a thud, glancing back to him you found him on his knees, his arms caging around your legs. "Don't leave me, please- need you so bad.." he sniffled, a choked sob escaping him.

His rambling continued as he rubbed his cheek against your body. You're now mortified as your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. "Mark. Get up. My neighbours will see—"

"Let them, I don't care." He huffed, the tears and sobbing returning tenfold. "Just take me back— I-I'll be good, I promise." Mark looked up at you with glossy eyes, the pink undertones of his skin now more evident from both the cold and the crying. "Please baby, lemme be your good boy again..! I'll be the best, I promise. I love you so much..!"

Your other hand landed on his head by mistake, he almost moaned at the feeling of you touching him in a way that slightly resembled affection, leaning up to your hand. "I know deep down you still love me too.." he huffed, that sentence was such a gamble.

"Let me in, let me show you how much I love you." He kissed your body wherever he could reach, causing you to yelp. "Mark!! What the hell?! I'm serious! Stop it!"

With renewed vigour, he looked up at you. "I'll stop when you let me in... please, baby.. it's so cold outside..."

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

🌵👽The Juno Collection - A Collaboration with Juno Birch and Surely-Sims👽🌵

🚀Download🚀(Patreon - Free)

PAUSE!!!

YES TODAY, the absolutely stunning collaboration between @surely-sims, the alien queen herself, Ms. Juno Birch, and I is finally here 👽!!!

Surely-Sims and I have both been longtime fans of Juno, so getting to do this collab has been an absolute dream, and we're so excited to finally get to share it with you all!

Let's get into it!!

Alien Glam Hair - There's nothing more camp and fabulous than a full head of rollers, other than perhaps a roller behive! Get ready in style with this gawjus hairstyle! Not hat compatible.

Swatches - 24 Polys - 26786 (so demure)

 Incognito Hair - Who is that absolutely stunning woman? It's just Juno doing her shopping and looking like a completely normal human woman with this modest behive in a scarf! Not hat compatible (other than the scarf overlay)

Swatches: 24 (hair) 35 (overlays) Polys: 2432 (actually demure)

More after the cut:

 Attack of the Stunning Gown - A glamorous take on Juno's glamorous take on Alien Girl's gown from Mars Attacks! Check off floor length fishtail sequin gown from your Ice-CreamForBreakfast bingo cards!

Swatches: 20 Polys: 9460

Katelyn Dress - A typical Juno silhouette with an a-line shape, bishop sleeve and a feather trim! This dress comes in a variety of swatches and is sure to turn heads!

Swatches: 50 Polys: 8182

 Kristen Outfit - Another Juno go-to is this blouse, skirt and waistcoat combo! Show your friends who's the true alien fashion queen (still Juno, sorry diva) in this 70s get up!

Swatches: 38 (outfit) 54 (blouse overlay) Polys: 5144

 Erin Outfit: Sister to the Kristen outfit, and probably one of Juno's most recognisable looks. Make a statement with this giant collar!

Swatches: 38 (outfit) 54 (blouse overlay) Polys: 5606

Untitled Sausage Dancer Costume - Juno reaches full power in a hotdog costume, so it only felt right to include one! True to the original, this features realistic bread textures and lettuce that isn't quite lettuce... Oh and who can forget the stunning flippy fringe? She's technically a hat!

Swatches: 6 (costume) 24 (fringe accessory) Polys: 4998

Attack of the Stunning Boots - Where would an alien queen be without a pair of patent platform boots? Probably in some other type of shoe, but perhaps not one quite so stunning! These quintessential boots will really complete any alien's look.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 3244

Vivienne Heels - Inspired by a particular pair of 1990 Vivienne Westwoods, these heels really make an impact...especially if you're landing from space!

Swatches: 35 Polys: 786

 Stunning Sunglasses: Aside from the blue skin, Juno is known for her very specific sunglasses with the incredibly realistic painted highlights that allow her to blend seamlessly with the Earth's population. Also available in regular tinted and clear lenses.

Swatches: 38 Polys: 1876

 Gawjus Gloves: Your regular kitchen gloves made better with some stunning nail polish! An important piece of the human disguise. Comes in fitted and loose versions.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1748 (loose only)

Cucumber Eye Mask & Facepack - Look after your gawjus blue skin with this hydrating facemask, paired with some ominously floating cucumber slices! Swatches: 12 (mask) 1 (cucumber) Polys: 192 (cucumber)

Juno's Sickening Makeup - She's a makeup queen now...well no, I'll probably never do makeup again, but it would be truly rude to deliver a Juno set without her stunning drag makeup! This includes brows, eyeshadow, blush, lips and highlights.

 Pop Earrings -��Are they popped gum, are they shiny brains? Answers may vary, but these earrings are iconic and bring some 80s flair to an outfit!

Swatches: 35 Polys: 7788

 Cyberslut Ear Stretchers - Lovely, and very shiny hoop ear stretchers when you want to make a statement, but a regular hoop just isn't doing it.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1461

 Circe Earrings V1 - Simple button earrings in a truly 60s/70s style!

Swatches: 45 Polys: 260

Circe Earrings V2 - The same Circe earrings, but bigger!

Swatches: 45 Polys: 260

 Noodlesoother Earrings - Oversized, abstract 60s/70s earrings for that truly mod look!

Swatches: 41 Polys: 4584

Stunning Cat Glasses - A pair of sunglasses for Juno's sweet baby Cyril! Now they can blend in with the humans together! The space cats are gatekeeping these glasses from the space dogs. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1476

Gawjus Wall Paint - 35 Plain paint swatches with white crown and skirting in the expanded Juno palette! Gawjus Wallpaper - A collection of camp, kitschy, mid-century and mod patterns to brighten up your spaceship or home. Country Carpets: Yes, the 'r' is silent. Lovely carpets in the same swatches available for the wall coverings!

 Juno's Stunning Artwork: Juno's art explores the world as an alien, often pulling inspiration from the trans experience. Add one of these statement pieces to your home for a truly unique talking piece your neighbours will covet but never own (apart from Sylvia-Marie Mashuga. She would totally own at least one). Also comes in a SFW version for the streamers among us...and also anyone who likes a PG experience.

Swatches: 10 Polys: 3036

Joy Despret Begone Sign - The most wretched and cursed vermin in the Junoverse, the Joy Desprets! When they see that you have all this stunning content, they'll come visiting. Head them off with this sign.

Swatches: 4 Polys: 246

Mind Boggling Mirror - Want to feel like Juno is always watching you? Perhaps even judging that outfit? Of course you do. Bring that feeling home with this mirror fashioned after her iconic glasses.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1437

Judith Louise Doll - What Juno set would be complete without the Christina to her Joan, Ms. Judith Louise! Judith comes in a somewhat clean swatch, as well as a trashed swatch. That's not all, she also comes in a flying version as an oscillating fan!

Swatches: 2 Polys: 14910

 Juno in the Moon Neon Light - What is your house/ship missing? This. Why wouldn't you want a neon light version of Juno's face in your living room?

Swatches: 1 (adjust with the light options) Polys: 8566

And that brings us to the end of my part of the collab! If you're not following Juno, check out her socials here! Go check out @surely-sims' part of the collab here (preview below)!

[seat-safety-switch]

Did you know that you can just go buy an electric fence kit? You don't need a license, or to be a farmer, or anything. When I first heard about electric fences, as a kid, I figured that you had to make your own. And that required you to be at least organized enough to go get all the supplies together, read some instructions, and wire it up without killing yourself in the process. Not so. You can just go get a box off the shelf and skip at least one of those three steps.

Now, you might think that my interest in electric fences is purely materialist. I want to protect my cars from thieves, or something. No. I want to protect the thieves from my cars. There was a story a few months ago about a guy who was trying to steal wheels off this rich dude's car, knocked the jack over and crushed himself with the car. Horrible tragedy, and the cops took the jack as evidence. Dude got robbed twice.

Or at least that's the story I tell the cops when they come by, looking to steal my electric fence. In reality, I'm using it to do some at-home electroplating. You see, the power company gets really mad if you try to chrome your own bumper. Costs a whole lot of power, which shows up on their little computer as being "probably a weed farm." Folks, I got enough dandelions that I don't need to make more.

Shucks, officer, looks like I must have made a mistake in wiring up this fence and accidentally spliced into four hundred amps of three-phase service. Good thing I'm on "your side." I'll get this figured out with the landlord, you have yourself a great day and don't inhale too much of that hexavalent chromium drifting through the air. Real windy today.

[xoxojisu]

ANYONE BUT YOU

synopsis: there are certain things that katsuki wouldn't allow for anyone but you.

warning(s): underage (highschool) drinking, switched between first and second pov in the third segment sorry, not well-proofread

a/n: wrote this for unofficialbf!katsuki again like duh!

"FUCKING DUNCE FACE! HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING STUPID?!" bakugo screamed, smoke literally flowing from his head as he hit kaminari's head repeatedly with a ruler.

"hey, man, if you keep doing that, it'll make him even stupider!" kirishima protested on kaminari's behalf, who already looked like he was seeing the light from above.

"like i care! he needs to learn a lesson! or anything, for that matter! we were taught this shit back in middle school!" bakugo hissed, crossing his arms and collapsing back on his seat.

"wait, but bakugo, i also kind of need some help with that.." mina said, trailing off when bakugo sent her a withering death glare. "actually, maybe i'll go ask yaomomo."

he huffed. "how are people this fucking stupid? like seriously, it's not that fucking hard."

"..katsuki? i need help with this question." you said, showing him your paper.

"tch. we learned this in middle school, you know." he said gruffly, giving your forehead a very gentle flick.

"i know, but i forgot. will you help? please?" you pleaded.

he sighed. "fine, c'mere. so for this step.."

as he taught you the material in a (GASP) normal tone of voice, kirishima and kaminari whispered off to the side.

"seriously?! that's the same question i didn't get." kaminari whined.

"i know! he's always so nice to her! it's crazy!"

"if he was half as nice to us as he is to her, i'd have at least a C!"

"i know, right? man, i want that special treatment, too!"

-

"..you fucking idiots."

tsu had called bakugo and deku to mina's room where they were having a girl's night. mina had managed to sneak some vodka in, so they were all having fun getting drunk and talking. however, by the end of the night, you, mina, and ochaco were wasted. luckily, mina would be ok, seeing as she was already in her room, but tsu had decided to ship off you and ochaco to katsuki and deku, as she was drunk herself and didn't feel like she could take proper care of the both of you.

"all of you are already fucking idiots. alcohol kills off your brain cells! you tryna get even dumber or something, huh?!" katsuki grumbled.

"kacchan! it's fine, really. come on, uraraka, let's go." deku scolded before helping ochaco out the door and back to her room.

"don't.. hic! be a buzzkill, bakugo. girls just wanna have fun!" mina slurred. katsuki could feel his eyebrows furrowing more and more as his irritation grew. he swore he was one more drunken idiot statement away from walking away right then and there.

sure enough, though, another drunken idiot statement quickly followed.

"katsuki! you're here! ..when did you get here?" you asked, clearly not in your right mind.

katsuki ran a hand through his hair. "i've been here, idiot. for the past 5 fuckin' minutes."

you scrambled off of mina's bed where you were sitting and made your way to him, albeit with many more steps needed to get there from all of the stumbling you were doing. you jumped onto him as best you could, and he easily caught you. despite his grumbles, there was an undeniable softness in his eyes.

"missed you, kats.." you mumbled, nuzzling in to his neck. he tensed a bit under your touch, but still adjusted you so you could cling onto him more comfortably.

"yeah, yeah. let's go." he muttered, quickly turning and leaving, trying to keep from snapping as you giggled and waved goodbye, wriggling in his grasp.

as he walked down the hall with you securely in his arms, katsuki listened to all your drunk rambling with never-before-seen patience.

"'nd then ochaco finally admitted to liking midoriya! i mean, we all knew, but it was so crazy that she finally admitted it!"

"did you know that kirishima's natural hair is black? mina told us! 'pparently there was some incident with a villain that totally changed him, so he dyed his hair red! isn't that crazy?! what if one day he can't dye it anymore because his hair is so damaged? his name is red riot!"

"if two people who have mind-reading quirks read each other's minds at the same time, whose mind would they be reading?"

amazingly, katsuki didn't snap at you at all amidst your rambles. he listened to your drunk babbling with incredible silence, simply dutifully carrying you down to your dorm.

at some point, the rambles stopped, and katsuki heard you.. sniffling? were you crying? he immediately stopped and lowered you in his arms to see your face, and sure enough, there were fat tears rolling down your puffed-up cheeks.

"y/n, what? you cryin'? why?" he asked gently, though panic evident in his voice. ever since childhood, one of his least favorite things was when you cried.

"kats," you sniffled, "'m i annoying? d'you not liking being with me?"

katsuki's eyes widened. he knew you were just extra emotional from the alcohol, but he still never wanted you to think that.

"hey, look at me." he said softly. "i'd never spend time with ya if i didn't wanna, so never think that."

your face brightened comedically fast, and you were quick to squeeze him tight, giggling. "awee, you're so cute! 'nd sweet!"

katsuki rolled his eyes, but his eyes softened at the sound of your giggles. he'd never admit it, but it was his favorite sound in the world.

"come on, loser. let's get you to bed."

-

"TOUCH ME AND FUCKING DIE!" were words that had been roared by katsuki to just about everyone that had ever come within a four-meter radius of the boy. whether it was an arm slung over his shoulder in celebration, a high five, a pat on the back, or even someone trying to help him up or tend to his wounds, katsuki was very clear that the only reason someone should ever, ever, ever come into contact with him was to get blasted by his explosions and die at his hands.

so, the reactions of the red and yellow-haired (ba ba ba BA ba i'm lovin' it) boys at the sight in front of them was pretty justified.

"no way," kirishima whispered, a hand over both his and denki's mouths. "this cannot be real."

before them, they saw a peacefully asleep y/n on top of bakugo. on top. of bakugo. the bakugo. the "i don't care that my life is in danger and i need treatment! don't fuckin' touch me!" bakugo.

and that bakugo was.. playing with her hair? and rubbing a hand up and down her back? underneath her shirt? and upon closer inspection, wait.. is she wearing his shirt?!

the two watched silently as you began to stir awake, eyes fluttering open. you were greeted by katsuki's looking down at you, a certain fondness in his eyes. you mumbled a hi with a sleepy smile, to which he grinned (like a real, genuine smile not a demonic feral chihuahua smirk) at and ruffled your hair gently.

"mornin', dumbass. you sleep well?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

"mhm!" you beamed before returning your head to its rightful place on katsuki's chest. you nuzzled into him happily, mumbling a sleepy "so warm.."

his cheeks tinted pink and he scoffed, but he still wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. he gave your head a quick, gentle peck and pulled out his phone to scroll for a bit, his grip never once loosening as he massaged your scalp and nape.

you melted at his touch, an blissful expression on your face. "such a sweetie pie!" you giggled sleepily.

he rolled his eyes and gave your neck a quick scribble, his eyes dilating at the sound of your increased laughter. "i gotta stop spoilin' ya.." he grumbled, though there wasn't even a hint of maliciousness in his voice, his lips quirked up slightly.

you giggled again. "love you, kats!"

"..love you too, loser."

(kirishima and kaminari, who were still watching on the side could do nothing but sit there in stunned silence. they contemplated if maybe you'd done something amazing to curry his favor that they, too, could do, but they both arrived at the same conclusion: no matter what favors they could do or feats they could accomplish, there are simply certain things that the explosive boy would die before allowing for anyone but you.)

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[mysteryshoptls]

2025-2026 Player Birthday Login Message Lines

These are all the messages that you get from the boys when you log in on the birthday that you set in-game from 18 Mar 2025 to 17 Mar 2026! For those that want to hear them, you can find them in the Archive, under the tab その他　→　監督生バースデー⑤. (This will not be in your game archives until the birthday you set passes.)

You can find the 2021-2022 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2022-2023 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2023-2024 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2024-2025 Birthday Login Message Lines here!

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. It may only be a small token, but I've prepared a gift for you. Here is a spare tie. I'm sure you won't get yours dirtied often, but there is always the chance. In order to follow the rules and dress appropriately, you should make sure to carry it on you at all times.

Ace

Oh, there they are. Heeey, [Yuu]. You free? Let's go play some b-ball. Why...? I mean, today's your birthday, right? I thought I'd celebrate you in my own way, is all. Come on, let's go, we gotta get moving 'til our stomach growls. There's another bit of "fun" to look forward to after, too.

Deuce

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. I went and rented a blastcycle for you today. I just thought it'd be nice to let my hardworking friend feel the breeze on their face for once. Might be a good change of pace, don't you think? Don't worry, I'll drive totally safe. Here, get on the back. Once you're ready to go, we're off!

Cater

Happy Birthday! Thanks for all the work you do as a prefect. Don't you get tired from working so hard? That's why I got.... this! Some bath salts recommended by yours truly! The rose petals inside are super cute, and the fragrance really helps to soothe your soul～ Tell me what you thought later!

Trey

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. I was actually thinking of heading to a café today, want to come with? Apparently the sweets there are made by a first-class pâtissier. Aren't you curious how it'll taste? You think I'm just wanting to taste it for myself? ...Haha, no way. I'm just trying to celebrate you for your birthday.

SAVANACLAW

Leona

I thought it was sounding pretty rowdy, but I see it was just 'cause it's your birthday. Good for you. Huh? You want to eat lunch with me because it's your birthday? That's a pretty strong demand from a little herbivore like you. Well now, what sort of delicious meat will you treat me to, hm...? You're extending an invitation to me, of all people, so I'm expecting a lavish feast.

Jack

Happy Birthday. I'm just saying that as a fellow schoolmate. It's not like I'm looking to get along, or anything. Hm? The candy jar you got as a gift won't open? Fine, hand it over. ...There you go. I'm pretty nice for someone who doesn't want to get along...? What's that supposed to mean? Don't get ahead of yourself, just 'cause it's your birthday.

Ruggie

[Yuu]-kun, Happy Birthday～ Feels like you're growin' a bit more with another year under your belt. Oh yeaah, you should totally show off how mature you got. For example, maaaybe you can treat me to something. You'll buy me a lil' snack? Sheeheehee, thaaaanks～ This is why it's great havin' cute lil' underclassmen like you.

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

[Yuu]-san, a very Happy Birthday to you. ...Whatever is the problem? You have a concerned look on your face. You haven't finished your homework? Even though the party is right around the corner? Well, isn't this a predicament. Allow me to embody the spirit of compassion and assist you. Not to worry, proper compensation can be discussed at a later date... Right?

Jade

Happy Birthday. I've prepared a present for you. Here you go. This is a patch of moss that I cultivated and separated out just for you. Also, here is a booklet on how to care for it. Please show me how well your moss has grown six months from now. ...You absolutely won't allow it to wither and die, now, will you?

Floyd

Shrimpy-chan, Happy Birthday～ Here ya go, I brought a cake just for you. ...Eh, the cake inside's a mess? Ohhh right～ That might be 'cause I dropped it earlier. So? There somethin' wrong with that? It's not like the taste'll change. Eat it already, c'mon.

SCARABIA

Kalim

Happy Birthday! Pheeew, I'm feelin' so excited. Makes me wanna dance! Oh yeah, wanna dance together at your birthday party later? ...Ahaha, you don't gotta know what moves to make! I'm just gonna dance for you with all my best wishes, so that'll be fun enough!

Jamil

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. Are you ready to be completely mobbed by everyone in the spirit of your birthday? Eh, you're not? Hey, that's why I'm always telling you to be prepared for any... ...Mm, maybe I shouldn't nag like this on their birthday of all days... Ugh, fine, I'll get you ready. First, we have to do something about those clothes, got it?

POMEFIORE

Vil

Happy Birthday. You seem to be having a grand time. Perhaps you didn't need my well wishes? Of course that couldn't possibly have been the case. That's why I've made my way here before heading to my club. I have a present to hand to you, as well. You should be grateful that I took the time for you like this. Keep on striving for perfection.

Epel

Happy Birthday! It's about your present, but... Wanna come with me to pick something out at Foothill Town? I was looking into a bunch of stuff, but I don't really know what's really in right now... You sure? Great! Then let's go right now! I'm really looking forward to shopping with you!

Rook

Happy Birthday, are you enjoying your special day? Your beauty still astounds as another year passes! This is my present to you. I made sure to thoroughly prepare something that you are guaranteed to love. As a hunter, I cannot allow my aim to be off the mark, after all. Hurry, please open it. I want to hear your thoughts as soon as I can.

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Happy Birthday... ...Eh, you have a favor to ask me? Ugh, that's worse than having to give a present... I'll at least ask, but... what is it? You want me to tell you what computer I recommend? I mean, I build my own... EH, YOU'RE INTERESTED IN BUILDING YOUR OWN COMPUTER TOO!? Suuuure, of course I'll teach you! I gotchu, whether it's air-cooled PCs, liquid-cooled PCs, or anything else you want! When it comes to personal builds, I'm your man～!

Ortho

Today's your birthday, right? Happy Birthday! I have a present for you, too. Here you go, DVD of movies! I searched through all the reviews online and compiled all the most popular movies in each genre. Once you're finished watching everything, I'd love to verify your impress... Wait, I mean, I'd love to chat about what you thought of them!

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

Happy Birthday. In celebration, I've prepared some ice cream. Why did I choose this? Because I remember being elated, myself, when served this in the past. I can only hope you feel the same. ...You are? Well, wonderful.

Silver

Happy Birthday. Is there anything you'd like as a gift? You'd like to train with me? A spectacular attitude... Of course, I do not mind at all. However... The celebratory atmosphere may lead to me being more spirited than usual. Let me know if it becomes too difficult for you.

Sebek

Hey, human! You're looking more lax than usual. Do you not think you're letting yourself go too much, simply because it is your birthday? You're surprised I remembered? Well, obviously I did, my memory is much better than yours, after all! I won't say this is an offering for your birthday, or anything... But I should feed you something that'll put some muscle even on a weak human like you. Follow me!

Lilia

[Lilia pops out from the ceiling] HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [YUU]! Kheehee, a good reaction, indeed. Birthdays should all be about surprises. It seems like my little tactic was a big hit. I've got a present and some cake waiting for you, too. Basically, the plan was to treat you after giving you a little shock like that.

OTHERS

Grim

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]! C'mon, hurry and get ready to go! As the boss of the Gastronomy Club, I made you some real good food! I threw in a ton of leaves and roots, too! You're a real lucky hench-human, huh! Myahaha!

Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Rollo and Fellow do not have new lines. Theirs are repeated from last year’s.

Crowley

Ta-daaa! What do you suppose this could be? That’s correct, it’s an exchange coupon for use at the Mystery Shop! You have been a consistent helping hand, so… This is a special gift for you. Happy Birthday. Incidentally, that is only worth 500 madol (5 Thaumarks). It cannot be exchanged for something pricier than that. Please don’t hold it against me.

Crewel

It seemed rather rowdy in here, but now I see it was just you, pup. Are you excited simply because its your birthday? I see, well, in that case, I have a special present just for you. As for what it is… It is a special alchemy homework assignment. You should be happy; you’ll be able to improve your skills even further with this, don’t you think? Haha, Happy Birthday.

Trein

I hear it is your birthday today. Do continue to put forth your best effort in your studies as a student of academia. Allow me to gift you with some words of wisdom instead of a present, as someone who has been on this mortal coil slightly longer than yourself. Merely aging another year does not a mature person make. However, time spent on fruitful endeavors will always be of benefit to your growth.

Rollo

Whatever is the matter, [Yuu]-kun? There is a strange glimmer in your eyes… …Ah, I see. Today is your birthday. A present? Hmph. I hardly think that it should be something you request of others… But no matter. Indeed, birthdays should be treasured. However, what would be an acceptable gift…? I am afraid I’m rather unaccustomed to this. I would hope I do not disappoint you with a poor gift choice.

Fellow (EN: Ernesto)

Oh, my, hello there, my learned scholar! I’ve been searching, and finally, I’ve found you! I was fervently hoping to wish you well for your birthday. Here, your present. ...As fellows lacking in magical abilities, we should get along together, don'tcha think? Happy Birthday! Fwahaha!

Requested by @butterflyremix.

[muqingslover]

[ As promised I present to you Caleb's NSFW alphabet! I actually had fun making this and got a bit carried away oops. I added little descriptions for some to avoid confusion and I'll be doing the alphabet of the other boys too ;) ]

A = Aftercare

After sex with Caleb feels so comfortable in a way that is just, easy. He'd tease about how wrecked you look only to laugh when you tell him off, catching the pillow thrown at him before it hit his face and then pouncing to tickle you.

He has a lot of energy after sex too Instead of tiring him out it refreshes him type of deal. So he'd make the two of you something to eat after a shower and put on a show the two of you were watching or find some board game to play with you.

B = Bondage

Be it him tying you up or the other way around he is into it. The only thing is that every time it's happened it was 100% not planned and the restraints were just whatever was closer at the time— A belt, a necktie, a necklace wink wink.

C = Crying

Every time you cry he gets worried so it's not his favorite thing. It just doesn't do anything for him to see you in tears, even if it's because of pleasure. Caleb never wants to be the reason for your tears period.

He is also not the type to shed tears for multiple reasons (unless we're talking about you dying or something) sorry ladies.

D = Dominance

Though he has a preference for being dominant I think Caleb is also a HUGE switch! He would do anything for his s/o and if this means he has to get on his knees for you then he 100% will because the look on your face is just worth so much to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

📢 VIRGIN !

sorry, I mean he has no experience. Absolutely zero. However, he does have some idea of what to do because he's searched it up merely for your sake. He wants to be ready for anything and that includes making you feel good.

F = Favorite position

Any position where he can see your face is his favorite. Perhaps a bit tradicional, but he does enjoy missionary because then he can have your hands pinned down against the mattress and you completely open to him.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? Or are they humorous? etc.)

I think it can be a mix? It really depends on context with this little guy. He can be overly serious or very playful, causing the both of you to exchange giggles in the middle of it because of some silly comment or because he bumped his head by accident.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

He likes to shave everything because he wants to feel and look "clean" for you. Mans just obsessed with being perfect in every way for his partner and that includes being a hairless dog.

I = Impact play

Hitting you is not for him. Caleb just can't bring himself to raise his hand against you in any way, but you doing it....Well, let's just say he wouldn't mind it if you were to slap him around when he didn't listen. He'd like it if you were to grab his face with a firm hand, adding a pleasurable sting to the red spot on his cheek, to make him do whatever it is you wanted.

J = Jack off (how often do they masturbate? Do they enjoy doing it alone? ect.)

*taps mic one more time*: The most sexually frustrated virgin to ever walk this Earth.

For years Caleb had no choice but to get himself off while thinking about you and using your clothes, your scent, and even with all his self-control a person has needs yk.

During teen years this poor guy wanted to bury himself in a ditch because of how horny he was. You breathed a little too close to his neck and boom, he has a hard-on. Now that he's older? Not that much changed, but because he's so busy he just doesn't really have the time to do it and it slips his mind.

K = Kissing (How do they kiss? Where do they like to kiss or be kissed the most?)

He loves, loves, loooooves kissing your lips. Like, your lips are swollen and bruised because of how much he does it. It's always so passionate and hungry once he starts because he's been waiting so damn long for this. Your taste on his tongue makes his head spin so good and all he wants is to keep kissing you until neither of you are able to breathe.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex.)

His (locked) office, his bed, in the shower. In that order.

M = Masochism (are they an M or an S? Do they enjoy pain? How much can they handle it? ect.)

Masochist alert !

Honestly he wouldn't be here if he wasn't some kind of masochist let's be so real right now.

Like I said he wouldn't ever hurt you, but he is okay with being roughed up if it's by your hands. The harsh pain on his scalp when you pull on his hair and the feeling of your foot stepping on his pitiful boner are enough to make him cum before even taking off his pants. Caleb lives for any attention from you and the way your eyes sharpen when you glare down at him who was put on his knees just make him so weak. Gods, you look stunning from above.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Blindfolding him or covering your face are a big no-go. His FOMO is so bad it seriously cracks me up.

Threesomes, group sex, public sex ect— Anything that involves sharing you or showing you to others is an absolute no.

And of course, anything that includes hurting you or making you cry.

O = Oral

Okay so he is reaaaally into both, but I feel like he enjoys being on the receiving end more even if he wouldn't ever admit it.

The feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his cock and the way your eyes get a little hazed seem to satisfy a side to him he never thought would be satisfied. His pervy, teen self wouldn't believe how far he's come (get it? lol)

Regarding skill— My pookies know I have a virgin Caleb agenda here so he is not the best, at first at least. You have to take the time to teach him how to make you feel good, but he is a fast learner ;).

P = Patience

Rarely denies you an orgasm UNLESS he is in one of his "teasing" moods because you were giving him a little too much attitude.

H O W E V E R this loser can only hold out for so long when it comes to you. If you say the right thing, with the right tone, blinking your little puppy dog eyes at him he's gonna fold like a paper crane.

Oh not to mention the fact that he will always keep your hands faaaar away from his body because the second you touch him his resolve crumbles completely.

Q = Quickie

Personally I think he is not the biggest fan of quickies, but he does do it often. Caleb has a godly amount of self-control that only begins to fall apart once he's in a relationship because everything is just overwhelming, in more ways than one. His hands have a will of their own, exploring your body anytime he can and more often than not it ends in some sort of pleasure experience.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, absolutely. I said it before that Caleb loooves your body and he is so suppressed from all those years that he is more than willing to try a bit of everything as long as it doesn't bring you any harm. Not to mention that he LIVES to please you and anything you asked, if doable, he will do it. No questions asked.

S = Sleepy sex

I don't think he enjoys it to be honest. He always likes to be 100% aware of the feeling of your pussy tightening around him and bringing him to his release. He also doesn't feel like he can pleasure you properly if he is not fully awake.

Again, his FOMO is just ridiculous lmfao

T = Top, Bottom or Vers

In this blog I preach about him being a vers! Though I think he's mostly a top because he likes the role of being the one who takes care of you.

U = Underwear

Panty sniffer ! Panty thief ! we all yell in unison.

Well, he does enjoy your underwear. In specific though? Caleb enjoys the piece of fabric alone more than when you're wearing it because he likes to imagine it on your body and touch where it would be touching you. Pervy stuff, I know.

He also prefers if you wear his clothes, including his boxers.

V = Voyeurism

Letting others watch you? Absolutely NOT.

Him watching you getting off or the other way around however? Whew, the thought alone has him hot and bothered.

W = Wild card (personal headcanon that can be considered unexpected)

He will agree to pegging. There I said it so strap on ladies.

X = X-Ray

I ain't doing this LMFAO sorry pookies dick anatomy is not for me. yk, a dick is a dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has such high sex drive it's insane. He doesn't last too long when the two of you have sex for the first few times, but even when he's all shaky and overstimulated he still has the stamina to keep going.

Z = Zones (His sensitive spot/s)

His dick. I'm so serious right now. It may be obvious, but it really is the most sensitive part of him and anywhere close to his inner thighs/pelvis is just as good.

Caleb also considers extremely erotic if you suck his fingers while maintaining eye contact - guarantee to get him hard in seconds.

[vyyper]

hallo ! apologies for being an exceptionally random guest (i promise i’m friendly, my blog just isn’t set up yet), but i have a request for you if you’re interested :333

aven/kakavasha x reader. anything, literally anything with him in it—oneshot, hc, whatever…I BEG, there isn’t enough sfw content of him /nf, lmk if this is too general of a req :D

Aventurine Relationship Headcanons

a/n: honestly i could ramble on forever about him... he's one of my very favorite characters. but i restrained myself a bit! not beta read, mostly fluff and me word vomiting

-aventurine takes a long time to get comfortable and really open up to your relationship. vulnerability isn't something that comes easy to aventurine, and love is the most vulnerable thing to him. it terrifies him, how much he cares. surely, someone as awful as him shouldn't dim the light of someone like you. but be tender, be gentle, be patient, and gradually, he'll open up. the way his heart beats faster around you will gradually turn from a feeling he hates to one he loves the most.  

-i think he really is a loverboy through and through once he's able to be open!! showers you in compliments, partially because he likes to laugh at how flustered his flirting makes you, but mainly because he can't say enough how much he admires you. he hasn't had genuine connection in so long, so you're a true reprieve for him. he never wants to let you go, so he'll remind you exactly why as much as possible.

-likes to take pictures of you. he wants to hold onto every memory he can, and he loves to admire you. he likes to take selfies with you or have you pose for the camera, but his favorites are candid photos, ones where you aren't expecting them. there's something so enrapturing about you just being. you sleeping in your bed or on his lap, cooking some breakfast in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone across the couch from him, getting ready for your day...he loves it all. when he's off on some faraway planet, he'll look back at them, to get himself through whatever mission, remind himself he needs to get back to you soon.

-he likes extravagant dates just as much as laid back ones. whether it's whisking you off to a place you've always dreamed of visiting or staying in and binging movies, holding you close on the couch, he enjoys all time spent with you.

"i heard this movie's a bit of a scary one, so if you want to hold onto me i'll protect you...hey, don't glare at me! i'm just concerned, that's all..."

(the movie in question is a g-rated animated film. teasing little shit. you cling onto him anyway though to make him happy.)

-a bit of an unpopular opinion, but i think that while aventruine spoils you on dates, and also buys you plenty of things, one of his favorite ways to show affection even more than money is little acts of service. he does love to spoil you!! but his money is also a bargaining chip, and he has so much of it that spending on you too excessively wouldn't feel as genuine in his mind.

-so he does things for you. he loves to cook for you, for one. when he has the time he'll spend hours perfecting your favorite dishes. the kitchen is lively as smells drift through the air, warmth radiating from the stove as you two buzz with lively conversation. he'll call you over and spoon feed you a taste to make sure he's making it the way you like it, giving you a soft peck and swiping the extra at the corner of your mouth with his thumb after. there's something so tender about seeing your smile as you eat his meals, knowing it energizes you and makes you happy, warms you. It comes from his hard work, his hands, all for you, and he adores it.

he wears a silly kiss the chef apron and goes "i think you should listen to what the apron says and reward me, hm?" after he finishes. you roll your eyes hard but do it anyway, and he feels your smile against his lips.

-he also loves to do things like help you with your hair or run you baths or your laundry. if he happens to be home while you're at work, sometimes you'll come back to a super clean house, chores all done. you'll thank him a bunch then scold him for working on his day off, but he just laughs and silences you with a kiss before running you a bath. he'll happily let you reward him by washing his hair and rubbing his shoulders in the tub, though.

-that doesn't at all mean he won't spend on you though!! he loves spoiling you! i just think he won't overwhelm you with random, massive gifts. he'll buy you little trinkets that reminds him of you, get you some clothing from a brand you mentioned, restock your perfume/cologne, buy jewelry with gems in your favorite color, that kind of stuff. the price is never a problem, but he makes sure it's stuff you actually want, makes sure the gifts are personal.

-he buys you flowers a lot. will get you new ones as soon as the previous have wilted. if he's been away? he gets you a whole mini garden's worth to make for the weeks he's been gone

your jaw drops at the sheer amount he got you. you know he missed you, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

"what's that shocked look for? is it not enough? well, i can always get you more, if you really insist..."

he laughs when you shake your head rapidly and tell him absolutely not.

-speaking of being away, it KILLS him. he hates his job already and he misses you so bad!! texts you often, checking in on you and updating you and complimenting you and sending you money. prefers calling you when he gets the time because he wants to actually *talk*, will ask you to just ramble about whatever because he misses the sound of your voice :(

-aventurine's very physically affectionate. he almost always has his hands on you somehow. it's a way for him to show his love but also a way for him to reassure himself that you're really there, that you love him too.

-swings your arms when you walk together, holding hands. he'll feed you a bite of his food on dates, give quick little pecks, dangle his jacket on your shoulders, slide an arm around your waist.

-in the comfort of your home he's allll over you. wakes you up with a kiss, brushes his teeth while you brush yours with your sides pressed together. he'll always have an arm or two wrapped around you. he'll come up behind you and slide the shoulder of your shirt down so he can pepper kisses there, laughing when you let out a surprised yelp. he'll stay there, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, before taking your hand and dragging you to hang out with him on the couch

-loves cuddling. it's his favorite way to be with you. your head in his lap, a lazy arm wrapped around you, you lying on top of him, his head resting on your shoulder, spooning, sitting on his lap with your forehead pressed to his. sny and all of it, any and all of you. i think he has his favorites, though. he likes to rest on your chest, just by your heart, or bury his face in your neck, lips resting softly against your pulse. your heartbeat is the best sound, the best feeling in the world to him. steady, reassuring, a reminder that you're alive.

-shares his jewelry with you. helps you put it on, clasping necklaces and sliding on rings and bracelets. he'll admire you with the sweetest smile, tell you how beautiful you look.

"you're gorgeous...maybe i should just let you keep it all. it suits you better than me, anyway."

-he loves going to bed with you. He sleeps so much better with you by his side. sleep is when people are most delicate, most unguarded, so to be able to sleep with you is a sign he really trusts you. he HAS to be holding you in some way, whether it's pressing as close together as possible for warmth under heavy covers or a loose arm over you if it gets too hot.

-he doesn't usually have pleasant dreams. often he'll wake up in a cold sweat, or to you gently shaking him because you heard him talking in his sleep, and you couldn't stand to hear the tremble in his voice. he's mortified when it happens, but he grows relieved to have you near for it, even if he can never shake the embarrassment fully. sometimes he does need to be alone after it, excusing himself to another room if you're also up, thankful when you nod in understanding. but usually, he needs you. and you'll respond. you'll whisper reassurances, kiss his forehead and rub his back, securing him safely in your arms. he listens to your soft breaths and falling back asleep comes a bit easier. everything comes a bit easier with you guiding him through it.

-i think he loves his forehead and cheek and shoulder kisses, but he loves to kiss your wrist or the pulsepoint on your neck. again, he cherishes those signs that you're with him, and they're some of your most vulnerable spots, so he wants to show them the most love.

-loves kissing you on the lips too though for sure! your mouth is another thing he adores, your smiles and laughter and all the words that spill from them. whether it's quick pecks or making out, he loves it all the same.

-he just cherishes you so much :(( when he's finally comfortable enough to tell you he loves you, he'll start doing it frequently, as much as he can. it takes a while for him to get to that point but stay with him and he'll grow more open with you

[cherrychilli]

18+ Steve Harrington X F! reader, friends to lovers, flashing (f) WC: 762 Summary: Steve's amazed by the number of things you can fit in your bra when you refuse to lug around a bag with you.

In the last two hours you'd pulled out a wad of fives to pay for the snacks you'd both picked up at the gas station, then a lighter as the two of you sat out on the hood of Steve's car, overlooking Lovers Lake while you had a smoke and last, a pack of minty gum for you to chew and smack on when you got back in the car.

What fascinated Steve was that none of these items had been stored inside a bag like one might expect, all of them pulled out of your bra like it was an entirely normal thing to do. Unable to ignore it any longer and more than a little flustered, he finally breaks his silence on the matter.

"Okay, I have to know. What else do you have in there?", Steve carefully gestures vaguely in the direction of your breasts, looking all kinds of exasperated. You return his look with an amused smirk.

"I'll give you two guesses", you puff your chest out, the answer so obvious it makes him roll his eyes.

"Not them- uh, those. I mean, c'mon. Doesn't it ever get, I don't know...uncomfortable having to wedge it all in there?", he asks trying and failing to choose his words carefully while his eyes flicked back and forth between your face and your cleavage.

You see your chance and pounce at it, especially since he'd set you up for it so perfectly.

"I don't mind a tight fit, Steve", you chew on your gum with a wink, torturing the poor boy as you leisurely blow a bubble big enough to pop.

"You- you know what I uh, what I meant", he tells you while trying his damndest to appear composed, his voice giving him away when it cracks enough to make you snicker.

He does have a point though, you could admit that much as you cut the jokes and decide to answer with a simple shrug. "I don't know. It's something I just got used to. There's enough space for everything I need. And besides, I hate having to carry a bag around. those things make my shoulders sore as all hell", you explain honestly although you can tell that Steve's nowhere near ready to move on from the subject just yet.

"Tell you what. Since you're so interested, how about a game? loser has to do whatever the winner says if you can guess how many other items I've got in here.

"Seriously?", he checks, eyes all round and alert.

"Yup", you confirm.

Knowing of three items already, he thinks hard. Much harder than he ever has before, his eyes fixed on your breasts, trying to ascertain what else might be hiding under your clothing, even working up a light sweat near his temple which makes you giggle.

Steve's making it out to be some sort of life or death deal and honestly, you liked how seriously he was taking this, showing you how much and how badly he wants to get a peek under your sweater.

"C'mon Harrington. Don't wanna be out here all day you know", you chide after another minute ticks by.

"Okay...five?"

Reaching inside, out comes the lighter, the gum and the money again, his eyes still hopeful when you fish out your apartment key followed by a tube of lip balm only for his face to crumble when you finally pull out a spare hair tie.

So close. He'd been so damn close as a really pitiful look of defeat spills over his face.

"Okay, so what to you want from me?", he groans, ever the sore loser.

You might have won but you don't feel any thrill in having done so. If you were being completely honest, you weren't exactly mad at the thought of Steve winning. In fact, you'd quietly hoped for him to do so just to see what he might have asked of you.

Well, you've got a pretty good guess as to what it might be.

Boobies, of course.

You didn't have to. You really didn't have to but the sight of him like this makes you feel oddly compelled to reward him anyway. Anything to wipe that dour look on his face.

Reaching round, you watch Steve's perplexed face with glee as you unclasp your bra and pull it out through your sleeve so seamlessly, winking at him before picking up the hem of your shirt and lifting it up to let him see your breasts bounce free and bare.

"Your undivided attention", you grin at his cherry red face, knowing full well this wouldn't be the last time you let him see them.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 12!

apologies for the delay, everyone! here's a slightly longer list than usual to make up for it <3

while you're here, if you could check out this ask and this one to see if you can help find the requested fics, that would be lovely <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

all of my life, it's been all for you | staticsilencee | 10.7k | T

Occasionally, people’s names wouldn’t match up. It wasn’t common, and the only cases Buck had ever personally heard of had involved literal criminals, but it did happen. The other option– well. Either Buck was secretly a killer without knowing about it, or Eddie had taken one look at him and decided he wanted nothing to do with him. i love a good soulmate fic, and this is a great soulmate fic, so imagine how happy i was reading this!! i also really loved the bobby buck dynamic <3

city lights, without you (they don’t even shine like they used to) | farfromthstars/@doeeyeseddie | 1.5k | T

buck is not in love with eddie. definitely not. if there's one thing last week's episode is bringing us, it's delightful episode codas like this one <3 loved buck's narration here!!

don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much | fruitsdoesnotknow/@fruitsdontknow | 6.1k | M

Eddie and Chris finally come back to Los Angeles. Buck has some realizations, and confessions, to make. Good thing Eddie's got some of his own to share, too. i love how buck keeps thinking about home in this one and jude seems like the most wonderful grandma <3 so good!!

even with the lights off | lilacbarnes | 6.2k | E

Buck tries to make friends, ends up sleeping with them, and may or may not see Eddie each time he does it. such a gorgeous fic!! i love how this captures buck so much <3

goodbye to what you thought you'd be | coldbam/@coldbam | 7.5k | T

Buck confesses. It gives Eddie a lot to think about. i love this fic's eddie so much <3 and joe!! this really is the week of wonderful ocs in buddie fic and i'm so here for it

if you don't leave your mark on me, i'll take it | facewithoutheart/@facewithoutheart | 2.5k | T

Five times Buck gets a breakup tattoo and one time he doesn’t. the tattoos!! i love the tattoos!! they 100% feel like tattoos buck would get and i love that so much <3

i'll take your chaos and your crooked in a heartbeat | heartbeatdiaz/@lonelychicago | 6.2k | T

Eddie leaves a very important box behind and Buck spirals. my this is so sweet and kind of heartbreaking and also funny and so basically it's everything all at once and i love that so much <3

(it's probably not surprising) that you're burning through the days | atlasblue85/@atlasblue85 | 12.9k | T

Buck takes a breath like he’s steeling himself, and sets his beer down on the coffee table. “What if– Eddie, what if I get myself stuck in here with you?” TIME LOOP FIC. oh my god i love a time loop fic. i love eddie and chim and i love buck and i love everything <3

kind eyes, it's all good | cavevulpis/@cavevulpis | 6.3k | GA

Buck has never been lucky in love. He has enough break-ups under his belt to prove it. this is so stunningly written!! i especially adored the taylor section, i think this might just be my favourite taylor in fic ever... so so good!!

my best friend (my best guess) | idiotsinkdaisies/@idiotsinkdaisies | 1.5k | T

Eddie gets a series of text messages from Tommy, despite not hearing from him for the last few months. He ignores most of them, until Tommy implies he could have made things weird for Buck and Eddie. oh this has some really stunning romantic lines that i won't quote bc spoilers but i am quoting them in my mind. so good!!

ours | Tizniz/@tizniz | 1.4k | GA

“Home sweet home.” Buck mumbles, stumbling as he tries to kick his shoes off. Eddie doesn’t correct him, tell him that it’s not his yet, because that’d be a lie. This place has been Buck’s home for nearly as long as it’s been Eddie’s. this is the loveliest fic <3 one of the tags is the diaz house is buck's home and i love that so so much. it's so true <3

perfectly made | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 6.8k | E

In which Eddie needs to unsubscribe to a gay porn site, and the only way to do so is to make a phone call. Buck answers that call. this is such a fun au!! it's so cute and i loved the silly porno names hehe

rage is a quiet thing | oceanofchaos/@islandoforder | 33.3k | GA

Philip Buckley has a heart attack, and Buck, Eddie, and Chris all fly to Hershey. What else are best friends for? this is so so good!! i love how this captures buck and eddie and chris and their respective relationships so so much. also chimney!! so good <3

said i couldn't stay, but it's different now | hattalove/@hattalove | 14.7k | T

the one with the four weddings (feat. a drunk karen wilson, shania twain, a single cheerio, and some confessions over cubed fruit. this was a reread of of one of my favourite fics ever <3 it's so soft and sweet and there's such lovely pining and also hamsters. literally what more could you possibly need to know!!

shouting under my breath | carpediaz/@sofa-king-lame | 2.3k | T

The one where a guy hits on Buck in a bar and Eddie gets jealous. Turns out, Buck really likes it when Eddie is jealous. same buck, i also like it when eddie is jealous. this is so fun and so good and so very them <3

where i walk alone | kermytheefrog | 19.4k | T

Everyone knows that when you touch someone who's going to be important to you for the first time, you'll leave a mark on them. It's not just romantic love; parents and children, siblings, close friends all share marks too. At least, they do in theory. Maddie's the only person who's ever touched Buck and left anything behind. i've been devouring each chapter of this fic as it was posted and i'm already feeling like it's time for a reread, that's how good this is!! this has lovely buddie but also such fantastic platonic relationships, i love it so so much <3

you're home (when you're alone) | pairofraggedclaws/@pairofraggedclaws | 5.7k | T

Eddie's feelings in a box, and the people who taught him to put them there. this is so beautifully written!! i especially loved eddie and chris together <3 so good!!

yours & mine | marviless/@marviless | 6.6k | T

after months of sleeping in Eddie’s bed alone, Buck finally gets to share. soft and lovely and so perfect <3 one of my favourite bed sharing fics!!

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Dating Misty Quigley

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

CW/TW: it's Misty fucking Quigley.

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Misty Quigley is an... odd girl, for lack of a better word. While she's not considered a total social pariah like Natalie, she's not popular like Jackie or Shauna. Misty Quigley blends in the background. Misty Quigley goes unnoticed. Misty Quigley is another face in the crowd nobody glances twice at. She knows it. She desperately wants it to be different. 

She's not quite a Yellowjacket, something she's reminded of whenever the team goes out to parties and she remains uninvited or when she pipes up with an idea and the girls exchange amused glances. Nobody takes her seriously and nobody really wants to be friends with her. Until you, (Y/N) Ibarra. 

You scope out the classroom as classmates shuffle around desks to ask their friends if they'd like to partner up before someone else snatches them up. Your attention settles on your sister first and then slides further down the row of desks to the blonde sitting by her lonesome. Misty.

"Hey," Mari leaned her hip against your desk, her lips quirking up into a familiar grin that tells you her part of the project will end up on your lap if you agree. "You wanna partner up?"

"I don't know." You reply, more focused on the way Misty goes utterly ignored by everyone walking past her desk. She perks up the moment someone steps by only to slump back into her chair when they keep walking. "I think I'll ask Misty." 

Mari makes a face immediately, her lip curling into barely disguised disgust. "Seriously?" Her eyes flicker to the girl. "You want to partner with four-eyes?" 

"I feel bad for her." You shrug, curling your hand around the strap if your backpack as you stand up and sling it over your shoulder. "She seems... nice." 

Mari arches a brow but throws her hands up. "It's your funeral." She mutters under her breath and spins on her heel to approach Akilah instead. 

You slip through the tight spaces between desks and step over fallen backpacks until you reach the desk Misty always sits at each day without failure. She doesn't look up this time, probably expecting to be working alone as always. It's a little pitying. 

"Hey, Quigley," You greet her, and her head shoots up so quickly that her glasses slide a little down her nose. 

"H-Hey!" Her voice is a pitch higher than usual, and her wide, brown eyes sparkle with hope. She nudges her glasses back to their former place and smiles tentatively. "D-Do you need something?" 

"I was, uh.. wondering if you had a partner yet? Mari's partnering with Akilah and David's out all week on that family emergency so.. I thought-" 

"Absolutely!" Misty perks right up, her smile widening before she blinks and clears her throat, a little blush dusting over her freckled cheeks. "I mean, no, I don't have a partner. I'd love to work with you." She giggles sheepishly. 

"Awesome." 

Misty has a habit of latching onto anyone who shows her even the slightest bit of positive attention. She can't help it, she yearns for it. She lives for it. So, the moment you come out like a knight in shining armor, it's over. She develops a crush then and there.

Misty isn't great at socializing. She rambles quite a bit when she gets nervous, stammering and backtracking constantly while she fumbles to get a grip. This heightens around her crush. She wants so badly to be your friend, to keep your attention. 

Of course, after the project is said and done, in her mind you're already her friend. I mean, why else have you stuck around so long? It couldn't be just for the grade, right? You even did your part of the project instead of coaxing her into doing everything like so many others have done! Obviously, you want to be her friend, right?

Once this assumption is locked in her head, she begins seeking you out. She learns your schedule, both school schedule and after school, so she can optimize as much time as possible. She's first out the door when classes end so she can walk beside you down the halls on the way to the next class. Don't worry if you see her pop up around your favorite hangout spots. She's just like that.

Misty can get just a smidge obsessive. She wants to learn everything about you: your favorite meals, your favorite bands, your favorite color, your favorite authors, everything. She wants to know how to appear interesting and appealing to you. This means occasionally badgering Mari, who definitely doesn't want to spend more than a second in her presence.

Mari isn't a fan of this bubbling friendship. She doesn't like Misty. She thinks she's a little weird freak like most people do. She's first to laugh at Misty's shortcomings or make a face when Misty says something she doesn't understand. It grates on Misty's nerves but for you, she'll put up with it forever if she has to. 

Misty's a big people pleaser and more observant than people give her credit for. She'll immediately pick up if you're stressed or in a down mood and she'll want to remedy that asap. There is no other option. Be it getting you some sweets or cracking jokes that make no sense 'cause they're full of references you can't quite understand, she's doing everything she can to make you feel better. 

Of course, Misty is a little... intense. When this intensity manifests with her emotions like jealousy or anger, it can make her act impulsive though she can be very meticulous about plans she forms on an impulse. God forbid she notices someone else flirting with you or hears about Mari wanting to set you up. It'll drive her crazy and when Misty gets crazy, people get hurt.

Misty isn't afraid to get her hands dirty or ruin someone's life. She'll form a plan to ensure you don't even consider the person she's jealous of, whether it's by sabotaging them or upright telling you 'rumors' she'd heard. Anything to make that person undesirable in your eyes. It's for your own good. Nobody will make you as happy as she can.

Of course, it's not hard being friends with Misty. She's generally pretty upbeat, caring, and she's always eager (and available) to spend time with you. She's always happy to listen to you talk about anything and everything, especially 'cause it lets her take mental notes of things you mention that she can look into later. 

Eventually, however, she gets tired of waiting around for you to up and realize how much she's meant to be with you. Of course, Misty's more than happy to take matters into her own hands.

Misty watches you explore her bedroom from her spot on the bed, her fingertip tracing the thread of her thick, floral-patterned comforter. Her room was naturally tidy but she'd taken time to triple-check that there wasn't a single thing out of place when you agreed to come over. 

All the good classics were propped up on display for you to look over and realize how smart she is. Most girls her age read the latest magazines or don't even read at all, but not her. She could whip out a quote from Allegory of the Cave or recite any line from the Iliad if you asked. 

She fixed herself up a bit for you. She dabbled on a little baby pink lipstick and dusted her cheeks with a pale red powder. She wasn't an expert on applying makeup; she had no friends to teach her and she didn't feel like suffering humiliation by asking one of the Yellowjackets. Her bouncy curls were tied back into a low bun with frizzy strands framing her face.

Her palms smooth over the lavender sweater she's wearing before coming to rest over her washed-out jeans. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, and she awaits your opinion while chewing on the inside of her cheek. 

You finally turn toward her and smile sweetly, her nerves easing away at the mere sight of it. "I like it." You shrug and walk closer to the bed. "It's... homey." 

Misty nearly puffs out her chest in pride but instead, she bashfully tucks away a strand behind her ear and gives a shy smile. "I'm glad you like it."

"What'd you want to talk about?" You ask and settle down on the edge of her bed, the mattress sinking slightly beneath your weight and the bedframe creaking softly. 

"Oh, just.." Misty trails off, the words she'd carefully chosen for this very moment refusing to leave her tongue. She fiddles with her fingers. "Uhm, I was just.. uhm.. I was wondering if maybe you- you'd like to go, I don't know, out with me... somewhere... like the- the diner." 

You blink at her. "We go to the diner all the time." 

"Yeah, but- but.. I mean, like, as a- a date." 

"Oh." You purse your lips a little, as if the idea of going on a date with her hadn't even occurred to you. She immediately wants to sink into the mattress. She can feel a desperate ramble coming on. "Okay." 

"Okay?" It comes out breathless. 

You shrug, looking a little amused. "Okay."

Misty is positively thrilled that you agreed to go out with her! She blabbers about having a date with anyone who engages with her (mostly teachers) and is practically on cloud nine leading up to the big day. She frets over her outfit a bit, messes with her hair until it's in a style she likes, and even manages to gather up the will to call Jackie for makeup advice. Jackie entertains her for the most part but Misty has a feeling Jackie doesn't fully believe she's got a date. 

She gets real nervous about the date. She doesn't want to ruin it but she whispers some affirmations to herself beforehand to keep her mind straight. She tries not to be too overly Misty but she can't help it when you make her so comfortable. She appreciates that she doesn't have to hide her quirks or tone herself down. 

Being in a relationship with Misty is... a whole different ballpark. She's clingy, clingier than before. Personal space? Never heard of her. PDA? Love it. She constantly wants to hold hands or lean against you or give you tight hugs. 

Mari flips a lid when she first hears about it. She freaks. She doesn't want Misty fucking Quigley in her house! She doesn't want to be anywhere near her! She rationalizes that it's a pity relationship, something you're doing out of the kindness of your heart. It's what she tells anyone who asks, too. 

Misty doesn't care what Mari thinks. She doesn't care about what anyone thinks. She's overjoyed that A) you are dating her and B) she finally gets to experience what she constantly hears about from other people. She's already planned how the wedding's going to go, fyi. She'll tolerate her future sister-in-law just for you.

Maybe a little surprisingly, Misty's almost the perfect girlfriend. Her obsession and desire to be wanted leave her trying and doing anything she thinks you'll like. Plus, she's made sure to know you like the back of her hand.

Every gift she gets you is something she knows you'll love, every time she goes out to eat with you she ensures the food is exactly how you like it, and every essay or homework paper is reviewed by her to make sure you get the best grade. She's practically every love language shoved into one. Just don't hurt her feelings too much. For your own sake.

Being intimate with Misty is... something. Once the idea of losing her virginity and being intimate with you gets put in her head, she's reading allll about it. Whether it's educational books and journals or straight-up dirty magazines, she's checking it out and keeping herself informed and prepared. When the time comes, she's likely the initiator and tries being subtle about it but it's not hard to pick up what she's putting down. 

Misty can go for whatever and whenever you want because she's nearly always ready. She definitely reads about things that would make middle-aged folks turn bright red and immediately wants to try them all out, though she'll understand if you're apprehensive (if not a bit pouty over it). She's naturally curious and being the way she is, she wants to experience as much as possible to level the playing field with her and the other people at school. She wants to be able to say she's done things after spending half her life being the late bloomer.

Of course, she's overjoyed to hear your parents are forcing you to accompany Mari to Nationals. She'd been fretting about having to be away from you for so long (a week) and had already decided on ringing up your landline every time she could to check on you. But now, with you tagging along, all her worries washed away. Until the plane crashes in the wilderness and she's worried for a little while... until she realizes how much everyone is starting to appreciate her and her medical knowledge. Things are better now, aren't they? Surely, you wouldn't mind if she destroyed the flight recorder, right?

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE *  assorted dialogue from the 2013 film, adjust as necessary

if you die, and i live, i'd have nothing. nobody else that i care about.

it's different for you. your family needs you.

you have to live. for them.

nobody needs me.

i do. i need you.

how does that sound?

what if we set your backyard on fire?

he can't hurt me. there's no one left that i love.

remember who the real enemy is.

we got married... in secret.

we want our love to be eternal.

we've been luckier than most.

i just wanted to say that i didn't know [name]. i only spoke to him once.

he could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy.

that's a debt i'll never be able to repay.

she wasn't just my ally. she was my friend.

i couldn't save her. i'm sorry.

you guys look amazing.

so what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?

i wasn't talking to you.

will you unzip?

thanks. let's do it again sometime.

the way the whole "friend" thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

what's your favorite color?

now you've stepped over the line.

see, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

you have been our mission from the beginning.

the plan was always to get you out.

people are looking to you, [name].

you've given them an opportunity. they just have to be brave enough to take it.

we have seen a lot of tears here tonight.

you are angry. tell me why.

i'm getting totally screwed over here.

now you wanna kill me again.

nobody decent ever wins the games.

nobody ever wins the games. period. there are survivors. there's no winners.

love is weird.

i would love to borrow that outfit someday.

you look pretty terrifying in that get-up.

i outgrew them.

any secrets worth my time?

unfortunately, i think that's true.

i'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding.

i'm really not in the mood for a lecture.

you don't have to apologize to anybody, including me.

i hardly know anything about you except that you're stubborn and good with a bow.

there's more than that. you just don't want to tell me.

make him pay for it.

any last advice?

stay alive.

she's committed, i'll give her that.

you saved my life. you gave me a chance.

fear does not work as long as there is hope.

you were dead. your heart stopped.

how rude of them.

eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

we're a team, aren't we?

i am truly sorry.

you both deserved so much better.

i don't want to be with anyone else in there. just you.

that's what i want.

no waving and smiling this time.

i want you to look straight ahead as if the audience and this whole event are beneath you.

that should be easy.

be careful. it's a force field up there.

i think these games are gonna be different.

i guess we're not holding hands anymore.

i don't care about any of them.

i'm here to drink.

you know and i know there's only one person walking out of here, and it's gonna be one of us.

i get to say goodbye.

they will kill us.

whatever game you think you're playing, those out there are not playing it with you.

i don't want you to get hurt.

so how do you like the party?

you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy.

you don't want to shoot her.

how about i shoot both of you?

get them out of here.

[nyxanarchy]

SOTR SPOILERS

more things I noticed/thought about

-drusilla saying to maysilee that she doesn't know what awaits for her. She really would have gone the Gloss route (or maybe Johanna, but I think she would have had to play their rules if she wanted to save her family) Also. The implications on Merrilee. We know there was the possibility of selling Katniss and Peeta as a package. Do you really think someone who looks just like a victor would have been safe from that fate?

-Plutarch asking "why didn't you?". Listen. Listen. I know Plutarch is trying to do the greater good here. But also. If I catch you Plutarch. Don't let me catch you Plutarch. I know. I know, he is an ally. He tried to be good to Haymitch. But nonetheless.

-Maysilee and Haymitch talking in the katniss bush

-the fact that it takes one hit to Asterid for Burdock to back off. He really loved her. I'm convinced that if Haymitch hit him, he would have kept going to him

-Haymitch developing an addiction because of the fact Asterid keeps bringing him the syrup (it's not her fault tho!! It's just very unfortunate. I think it would have happened anyway, but maybe slower)

-The whole snake and loulou thing. Do you think maybe she was accustomed to snakes because there are a lot of them in the labs? Maybe she was housed with one.

-Loulou screaming "you are killing us, you are killing us!" My god. My shayla. Poor baby, stolen from her parents. She lost everything, even her own name. Can you imagine some relative looking at her without knowing who she is? Maybe someone could recognize something in the way she moves. I also think her parents could have been alive till her death. It feels like it's a worst punishment than death watching your own baby girl transformed in someone else get sent to her death.

-Also confirmation that the seam residents are melungeons. We already knew that, but this is your reminder katniss is not white.

-maysilee and merrilee godbye "and for a moment the donner twins become one, arms locked around eachother's neck, foreheads, noses pressed together. A mirror image that the peacekeepers tear in two." They became one. Oh, Merrilee. How could you ever cope seeing her in your mirror everyday? Thinking about Merrilee seeing herself dying on the tv.

-also "in the girls' pen Maysilee is gripping Asterid hand while a weeping Merrilee embrace her, their three blond heads pressed in a tight knot" I don't know why but the wording is just so touching, maybe because it's such a clear image. A knot. It destroyed me, it still does.

-haymitch coming back home with the coffins. In the first reapings they really didn't care at ALL about the appearances eh

-so now that we know the reapings are rigged a lot (i mean we had our doubts but now it's confirmed), what are we thinking about prim's reaping? Not in the sense that she was reaped to punish katniss or something like that, more in the sense "in the games there must be a percentage of really young children because it makes for a compelling narrative". We know it's a "tv show" for the capitol and i feel like they have to have a diversified cast. Don't know if i'm making sense.

-Lenore Dove screaming in the wind instead of crying in front of the camera "the moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us" I literally can see her. I literally can see them.

-Maysilee's "I'll be your sister". And Haymitch calling her sis? My god.

-The cistern being empty because Haymitch went to see Lenore Dove. It was inevitable anyway. They would have died either way, they were always gonna kill them.

-Haymitch sweetheart being a little girl he saw as a sister. It was never a mockery for katniss

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Paper Cuts." CH1—Daryl Dixon.

Summary: Two encounters and one feeling produced in his chest seem to be enough to make Daryl want to get closer to you.

A/N: Sorry if this is bad. It's about 8am in Peru and I haven't slept, but I really hope you like it! Thank you so much for giving it a try♥ (I'm sorry for the grammatical errors, I'll correct them)

Intro

Silence.

Just three seconds of infinite peace that quiet down the chaos of his world, seconds in which Daryl captures your gaze in his blue eyes before you look away, dropping the gesture of your hand and your smile. And alone again, Daryl finally swallows the water inside his mouth (taking a break from that frown that lingered on his face all that tedious day) his world becoming noisy again with all the sounds inside the motorcycle repair shop, and the throbbing pain in his head thanks to the hangover that seemed to have no end. But with a smooth movement, as if you could blend into that faded place, Daryl watches you stop behind the owner of the '92 Honda he'd been fixing the past few days, but there's something captivating about the way you listen to the owner of the place talking to your brother, how your gaze deepens with the color of your eyes, as if you've never overlooked anything. Unwittingly, Daryl films everything about you within his eyes, a memory in his mind of someone like you, from the way you tilt your head slightly to pay attention, to the way you are dressed: you're wearing a loose white cardigan, but somehow, that simple garment, makes you look younger, almost innocent.

"Hey, Dixon..." Calls Tomas, the owner, waving his hand. "Could you explain the details of the bike to the gentleman?"

No, Daryl thinks bitterly, nodding. The path is short, but in the first few steps he takes while wiping his hands on his pocket square, your brother takes his cell phone out of his pants while whispering something to you, walking away after leaving that affectionate kiss on your temple.

Daryl's frown reappears as he stops beside you, so you simply shrug.

"Sorry. Looks like you're about to give me the diagnosis of my brother's baby."

"Yer brother." Right there, his face relaxes again as he processes your words in a split second. You nod, but it's almost funny how his strong features reach, almost, the point of innocence while he looks back at you (although nothing about him seemed innocent), adopting that almost accusatory stance again. "No offense, but I don' think ya’ll understand what m’ ‘bout to explain to ya."

“Wow, that's pretty bold of you, and so condescending.” You frown with irony, but there's no annoyance in your expression, only a reflection of the mocking comment you're about to make. “Well, it's a '92 Honda, isn't it? CB750. As for its ride quality and brakes: it has a high, I'd say upright, seating position, wide handlebars, and a good turning circle that sounds good for city work when my brother wants to play the ‘bad boy’ card, but the bike is heavy, and this can detract from it, but I guess girls don't know that when they just want to ride it—and the person riding the motorcycle, of course. And I'd explain, but I don't think you'd understand. No offense, though.”

And to his own surprise, Daryl finds himself listening to his own short laugh, which mingles with that scoff he used to use to dismiss others (however, he can't help but show that hint of surprise on his face before it disappears as quickly as it came).

“So ya know ‘bout bikes?”

"No. Only about this one, but I wanted to see if I could shut you up."

And for some strange reason, as Daryl begins to explain the almost solved problems of the motorcycle, for a fleeting moment, a nervousness like no other invades him the second you look away. It's stupid, he thinks, but maybe it's his own surprise at seeing someone like you, who looks so cultured and educated, probably with a nice diploma from some expensive university. And it's funny how the person who was always judged by his appearance would judge someone else for the exact same reason, but maybe, bad habits are the hardest to break.

When Daryl finishes, you nod again, plastering on a gentle, grateful smile, without a hint of sarcasm this time.

"Okay, I'll let my brother know. Thanks for your time, Mr. Dixon."

A second or a lifetime while you turn to leave, there's something about the way your lively eyes seem to sparkle with sincerity over something so simple, as if a simple thank you could mean so much, and that has Daryl swallowing the uncomfortable lump in his throat to find his voice as he sees you walking away.

"M’ Daryl, by the way."

You pause at the end of another step, turning around to lock eyes with him, as if his deep voice holds some charm.

"(Y/N), nice to meet you." Then, you’re gone.

Daryl Dixon had always been a solitary person: since the time he was a child, when he had to survive life's adversities instead of living his childhood and adolescence like any other child or teenager. Daryl had literally made his way through life, getting into so many fights that it was normal for his mother to see him come home with bruises from time to time growing up, though nothing compared to the beatings his father gave him while his mother watched silently, doing nothing to protect her own son. Over time, the fears and insecurities Daryl harbored inside, like any normal child, abandoned him from a young age when he had to face solo a world that showed him only cruelty, leaving him like an iceberg, as cold as the color of his eyes, a the deep ocean that can drown you in its waves. It's majestic, yet deadly dangerous.

The moment Daryl closes the door to his old apartment after a day of work that should have ended at 7 instead of 9, the gray walls feel cold against the exposed skin of his sleeveless shirt, with the paint peeling with time and the fact that neither of the Dixon brothers cared to repaint it, oblivious to a place that was never home, only a house while living in their own world. Daryl drops his keys on the entryway table, ignoring the way Merle, sitting on the couch, barely notices his existence as he walks all the way across the living room to the dining area behind the couch.

"I thought ya weren't workin’ today, lil’ bro." Merle sips his beer, eyes fixed on the TV.

"Why?" Daryl frowns, grabbing a bottle from the refrigerator.

"I heard ya bitchin’ around as ya dragged yerself to the bathroom. Told ya not to drink durin’ the week."

The youngest Dixon snorts.

“Like ya were a fuckin’ role model, asshole.”

Daryl disappears down the hall with the beer and an empty stomach, missing the way Merle laughs, raising the bottle in salute before drinking it all.

With no protective figure in sight at home and at the mercy of a dictator with the title of dad, you tend to go out when the coast is clear, when the cop with the alcohol problem is stuck on night shifts. With a promise to behave and another kiss from the only man who didn't imprison you in a glass cage, you venture out into the streets of a city that, once the night had swallowed the sun, glows with its own light thanks to the neon signs. Sometimes your world is dark, despite the blinding lights of some clubs, and it's filled with your fears, as if they're out to get you, but it's comforting to hear your best friend speak, and how her voice, with a touch of sweetness, masks her wild and childish heart. And something, that turns your saddest days into the sunniest.

"I need to sleep on a bicep tonight." You laugh at her words, shaking your head, keeping your hands protected inside your jacket pocket, but offering her stability as she links her arm with yours. "Do you want to try your luck in the lucky one?"

You scoff, mocking the bar's ridiculous name as she pushes the door open, sinking into loud music whose lyrics you can't quite understand as she guides you to an empty table. People all over the place seem to be enjoying themselves with their own fun conversations, like an elderly couple who remind you of your grandparents, a young woman with pink hair that pops beautifully, and a young man with familiar eyes who catches you in his gaze (a few brief seconds for you to realize his hair is dark blonde, but with a look of a slight, innocent surprise on his face when he recognizes you) before you look away.

As you sit in the window seats, you also notice he's with a young man who works at the repair shop too, though Daryl didn't seem like the kind of person who went through life with anyone other than his own shadow: and just his name makes a current run through your body.

"Are you okay, honey?"

Sam's worried frown disappears when you dismiss it with a nod.

"Can you order something with colors? I want people to think I'm fun."

She laughs at you, standing up, the warmth of her fingers sliding over your chin.

“You’re funny. Sarcastic as hell, but funny, except that so far no man has come along who can handle that.”

She leaves and quickly returns, leaving a tall glass on your table. To you, all drinks taste strong and a little bit disgusting, but you gulp a sip all the way down your throat, hating it, but savoring the numbness that will soon follow. For a few minutes, everything is peaceful until someone always notices how Sam glows with her own light even in the darkest night, as if people can easily see her bright colors, like the young man with the wild hair that commands her full attention, enjoying themselves in the dance floor, with the sway of a few bodies dancing here and there, too. You chuckle when Sam points to the young man’s bicep, but you move from the table to the bar on the other side of it, as if that puts a barrier between you and the rest. The bartender smiles at you, handing you another glass when yours runs out after a long moment.

“Hi, darling.” A young man bringing you back to the present, sitting next to you. Blond, with green eyes like the cat you had as a child, and dressed in a grey suit that shines, but it looks so expensive. “Are you new in this bar? It’s the first time I’ve seen someone as pretty as you around here.”

His flirting and smile are cheeky, not funny for your moment of self–pity, and you don’t want to do this right now. Pretending to care.

“That’s very kind, but I’m waiting for someone and—”

“Oh…” He stops, and his smile almost fades. “Your boyfriend?”

You don't like lying, but the blush gives you away.

“Yes.”

“Liar! You overthought it.” He laughs. “My name is James…”

He extends his hand. Accepting it would give him the wrong idea, but you were taught to be polite, to never forget your manners, so you do.

“(Y/N),” you say, letting go because even his skin looks expensive, because maybe his skincare routine was more expensive than yours. “Look, I don't mean to be rude—”

“Come on, babe.” He leans forward, interrupting your rejection as he invades your personal space. “I'm just trying to start a conver—”

“Hey, babe...” You glance over your left shoulder at the sound of a raspy voice, and you're stunned to see Daryl next to you, but he’s looking at James. “Sorry, bro, she's already taken.”

Even you can feel his aura around James as if it stretches for miles towards the end of the world, so scary it frightens the young man, forcing him to back away with a nod until he's out of sight.

You clear your throat.

"Uh, thanks for that. If it weren't for you, I could have stayed with him all night."

"Yeah. No problem." His voice is deep, but pleasant when he talks to you, and so are his eyes when Daryl finally looks at you. "Have a good night."

He walks away, taking with him that blue gaze that seemed to reflect the ocean and all its dangers. So why do you clear your throat again to say something, even though you know you can't swim well, knowing that a wave could pull you into the depths?

"Hey..." The sound of your voice stops him and makes him turn, looking at you thoughtfully. "Do you want to sit down for a while? I think you're as lonely as I am."

Daryl looks at you, seriously considering whether it's worth it, but in the end, without a particular expression, he sits back down in the seat James had been occupying. He really tried to keep his distance, but you seem like a mystery (something exciting) in his simple, boring life, like a work of art in the middle of nowhere, (surprising) but at the same time, it's like watching a princess in her best ball gown wandering through the woods.

The bartender comes back.

"A glass of whiskey. Thanks." His gaze is deep even though Daryl doesn't seem to want to read all of you, not knowing if he really wanted to know what secret you were hiding. Perhaps it wasn't favorable for someone like him. "May I ask what yer doin' alone in a place like this? This part of the city is trash."

You chuckle at his words.

“Have you been told you tend to judge people just by just looking at them?” Daryl snorts at your question, but he can’t hide his smirk because there’s no sarcasm this time, just a simple joke, not an attack on a lifetime of judgments for being a redneck. “But I don’t blame you. People don’t see beyond appearances, which is sad, because then we miss the best part of them, the things we don’t fully see when we blink.”

And for the first time all night, Daryl has a friendly look on his face, as if he were no longer defensive, always ready to attack verbally, or even physically. He knew better than anyone that appearances are a powerful force, and apparently you do too.

"I see ya."

The look in his eyes fascinates you when his most honest side comes to the surface, enlightened by his determination, and intriguing at the same time as Daryl rubs his lower lip with his finger, his elbow resting on the table as if trying to hide his indifference, nodding to the bartender as he puts down his drink.

"Okay.” You nod. “Try it. I dare you."

Daryl feels a pang in his chest, but he smiles slightly through the pain, sideways.

"From the tattoos on yer wrists... ya love animals." He takes a sip of his drink, but you're surprised he noticed them, even though you don't let him know. “If ya got lil’ animals tattooed all over yer skin, I dare to say yer studyin’ to be a vet or ya wanted to be one… Ain’t that right?”

He looks at you with confidence and a touch of condescension, like the first time a few days ago.

“Maybe.” You say, wiggling your head gently. “Anything else?”

Daryl leans back, his nervous fingers gripping the glass, but fully immersed in the game.

“The tattoo on yer knee…” His gaze travels to the opening of your ripped jeans, to the word 'serene love' tattooed in red ink. “Did ya find it?”

“No.” Your voice is flat, but devoid of any sadness at not having found someone with such impossible expectations.

“Ya don’ have a boyfriend.”

You shrug, although his words are a statement, not a question.

“Monotony scares the hell out of me.” You laugh somewhat sadly, convinced that all relationships end the same way: whether couples break up or decide to stay together out of habit… like your parents. “I guess you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“I don’ do the girlfriend thing.” Uncomfortably, Daryl looks away and finishes his drink in one gulp while hiding the distaste of the taste as he looks back at you. "So... whatcha looking for now?"

"Honestly... nothing, but whatever comes my way, I'll take it in the best way possible, even if the experience only leaves me with my heart in my hand and a life lesson.... excuse me.” You look away from him to take your phone out of your pocket, ignoring the way Daryl rests his gaze on you with glass against his lips as hundreds of questions weigh on his thoughtful expression. It’s your brother, asking you to come home because your dad is coming back in two hours. Austin was your cover, but if your Dad came back… “I’m sorry, Daryl, but I have to go.”

Daryl can see the obvious distress on your face as you shove your phone back into your pocket, and though he tries to force himself to stop before he says something stupid, the words are easy to pronounce after a couple of drinks in his system that give him the courage he could never acquire sober.

“I can give ya a ride if ya want. Ma bike is outside.”

You weigh his words with the speed of a second, but you and Sam have gone your separate ways before, though she wasn’t your main concern at the moment.

“Okay. Thank you.”

Daryl stands, pulling some bills from his pocket before placing them on the table. You want to protest, but you push it to the back of your mind as you make your way to the entrance of the place, catching Sam's gaze on the other side, giving you a thumbs–up in approval when she sees Daryl near you. You shake your head, breathing in the cold air from the change in climate outside once you pass through the door. When Daryl reaches you, he points to the motorcycle a few steps away, which is similar to your brother's, maybe a couple of years newer.

"You know, I wasn’t joking when I said the girls wanted to ride the bike and the person riding it."

Daryl snorts at your chuckle, handing you the helmet.

"Ya have a sassy mouth, y’know?"

"Well... I think it's a nice compliment, so thanks." He shakes his head before climbing onto the motorcycle, but like a flash, a concern fills your mind. "Don't you wear a helmet?"

"Nah." He shrugs, dismissing the danger. "Where do ya live?"

You sigh.

“I know we've only just met, but I don't want anything to happen to you, you know?”

Your voice is a whisper as you give him your address, but you can't hide that affection that was born naturally, the protective instinct that Daryl doesn't know how to interpret as you climb in behind him, your own nervous hands clinging to his shirt, not touching too much. Like a mental note before driving away, thanking the fresh air that blows against him, he tries not to feel too much the warmth of your fingers on his thin sleeveless plaid shirt, a touch that seem to pierce through that single piece of clothing of his. The streets are dark without the fake light of the neon signs, and although the lampposts emit an amber glow, the darkness swallows everything in the shadows, but in that moment, it's a good cover for you. Though now, it's funny to think how you walked into that bar empty–handed, but walked out with something more meaningful (even if it's just for a moment)

The leafy trees are good cover too when you ask Daryl to stop before you reach your house. The ride makes you dizzy, but you step firm on the ground as you take off the helmet.

“Sorry. My dad has a policy of not letting anyone near his kid. Kind of medieval, but what can I do?”

Daryl frowns, confused, but starting to feel offended.

“People like me?”

“What do you mean, people like you?” You chuckle, but the question confuses you as you frown, tilting your head slightly to the side. Although to Daryl, who’s always had the knack of misguided misinterpretation of others’ words, he can also see that you have no idea what he’s talking about. Shit. You honestly weren’t judging him. “People in general, Daryl. No one. Absolutely no one.”

“Why?” He asks, filled with genuine curiosity.

You shrug.

“I don’t know. I’m like the princess trapped in the glass castle, so I can only go out at night or when he’s not around.” You hand him the helmet as a sign of farewell, smiling, and even in the dimness, your gaze seems to shine, as if you’re refusing to let the darkness swallow you up, too. “Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you, Daryl Dixon.”

You’ve only taken a couple of steps away, going to your own home, your hands tucked into your jacket, but why does Daryl feel that pang in his chest again? Since when does his body recognize pain after living numb for so long? It was a damn mystery, but for the first time, he doesn't want to be left wondering about anything: he wants to find out why your gaze always seemed to be full of life, even in the little things, even when you looked at him as he was someone.

“(Y/N)?” His voice is shy, but as you turn around, stopping there, you're still too far from his private life to recognize his tones, the shift and meaning in each word spoken, and the growing nervousness in his chest as he speaks. “Maybe we can meet another day. Any day ya can escape the castle.”

There's confusion in your voice when you answer, but also a hint of amusement.

“Are you asking me out?”

Daryl sighs, hating the heat on his cheeks.

“Are ya gonna make me spell it?”

You chuckle, just to cover your own nerves, but, just as there's something terrifying about letting him into your life, there's also a twinkling thrill that you had perhaps never felt in your life.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Daryl gulps before he speaks. “Okay. Uh, ya like the woods?”

You love it, but it’s still unusual.

“Are you trying to take me there to kill me?”

He does his best not to roll his eyes.

“When?”

“Saturday maybe? I work until noon so I can pretend to work more.”

Daryl nods, more aware of what’s going on, because the last 10 seconds feel like a dream or a hallucination.

“Okay. I’ll pick ya up at 2.”

You nod back, calling it a night.

“Bye. And just… be careful on your way home.”

There it is, the ache in his chest as he laughs in a mocking tone, just to hide the fact that you were the first person in his life asking him to be careful with his own life, which, up until that moment, had felt… meaningless.

“Look at ya, worried ‘bout me already?”

You press your lips together tightly, holding back your laughter, which was equal to his.

“Whatever.” You say cheekily, but without sounding rude, as if only you have the power to be both cute and sarcastic at the same time while you turn around and head home. “Goodbye.”

Daryl is left alone, sinking into his own thoughts so deep he fears he can't see the end in his eternal night, his feelings teasing him, only for them to finally prove to Daryl that there was something there inside him all this time, that he wasn't always empty. Or maybe not now that he has your gaze to look at him with that color of your eyes shining like a gem.

Nah. It's too soon to feel that crap, right?

If you don't want to be tag, please let me know :) It's okay, promise!

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[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 22 Can't Live Without You (Momo, Chaeyoung)

You look at the phone, you still have not changed the wallpaper with you and Nayeon. 'Momo...' You quietly say her name.

I close and lock the door before calling Momo back.

You sit down and take a deep breath, then you call Momo again.

'Y/N?' Momo answers you in a shaken voice.

"I'm back, sorry. Are you alright?"

'No, I am not right when I am not with you.' Momo answers you.

'I'm sorry, I really shouldn't send Nayeon the photo.'

"Yeah, thank you for apologizing. Momo, I'm not looking to be in a relationship right now but we can always go out together. How does that sound?"

'You know I love you, I... I just don't want to be one of your causal friends with benefits, I want to be special.'

'I don't need to be your official girlfriend, I just want to have a piece of heart.'

'I'm sorry if I ask for too much.'

"We're going to need to rebuild our relationship Momo. We can't just go back to how things were. We can try. But if you do something like that again it's over."

'How can I prove my love. I really don’t know what to do. All the way before at the gym, I was just using my body to make you happy. I really don’t know, Y/N.'

'But I can't forget the moment We kiss at the shower, I...'

"Are you free tonight, Momo? Let's meet at the park. We can talk better there."

'Why don't we meet at the gym, you can meet me in my room. But aren't you said you need to pick your sister from airport tonight? You will come afterwards, right? I will wait you at the gym.'

"Yeah, I'll come as quick as I can but make sure Daniel isn't there."

'Why? You afraid of Daniel? And I haven't seen him for a long time, so it's ok.'

'I can't wait to see you, Y/N. Be safe when you drive here.' Momo blows you a kiss before she ends the call. You look at the clock, and realize you should head to Airport for Chaeyoung now.

You arrived and waiting for Chaeyoung, suddenly someone grabs your cock from behind, you turn around to see it is Chaeyoung.

"Really Chaeyoung?" I say as I now face her. "That’s how you greet me?"

You don't know how much I miss this big guy, of course you too, Oppa.' Chaeyoung says.

'I want to show you my new tattoo, free tonight? I will come after Dahyun eooni sleeps.' Chaeyoung whispers in your ears.

"I need to meet with someone after I drop you off at home so it'll have to wait."

'OK, we still got lots of time.' Chaeyoung hands you the suitcase and you two walk to the carpark.

'By the way, Nayeon eooni told me that you aren't going to fix it, what happen?'

"I just don't deserve her. She should have someone better than me. Listen Chaeyoung I don’t feel like talking about it right now." I respond.

'Sorry, I didn't mean it.' Chaeyoung grabs your arm and acting cute.

'I just worry did Nayeon eooni know what's between us.'

"No, she didn't know. Oh, and I think Dahyun is trying to have the same type of relationship."

'What? Dahyun eooni?' Chaeyoung is shocked. 'I don't think she is someone who will ask for sex proactively. But did you two start already?'

"No, She's being shy about it. She started talking about wanting to be seen as a woman and wanting to be in a relationship."

'So, what are you going to do?' Chaeyoung asks. 'Well, I wouldn't mind if you do that. If Dahyun eooni wants.'

'Just make sure you don't put all your attention on her. ‘Chaeyoung smirks.

"Already getting jealous?" I ask as I finish putting her stuff in the car. "Come on, let's go home."

'Of course! I can only meet you on holiday as we are in different city.' Chaeyoung answers you when she enters the car.

'Dahyun eooni is staying here, so she could have much more time with you.'

"Yeah, I guess so. Oh there's something else too." I explain Jihyo's situation and the reason she's staying with me to Chaeyoung as I start driving us home.

'Oh, she is so poor, marrying such a bad guy.' Chaeyoung pours as she hears Jihyo's story.

'But why would she trust you, you are a player too huh? You have girls besides Nayeon eooni... Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it.'

"I'm single now, and when I do get into a relationship, I'm ending everything else." I tell her. As I continue to drive, I move over and slide one of my hands into Chaeyoung's panties and rub her. "I'm going to have to punish you for bringing her up again, Chaeyoung."

'If it's the punishment I guess I will speak about her more.' Chaeyoung adjusts her position to let you fingering her better.

'You are not worrying Dahyun eooni will suspect anything huh?' Chaeyoung says while move her hands to your thigh and teasing you.

"I don't think so. I don't plan on letting you cum Chaeyoung." I rub her clit until I know she's about to orgasm before stopping and taking my hand out. "That’s your punishment."

'No! Put it back!' Chaeyoung roars when you denied her orgasm.

'I'm nearly cum, please let me cum. I am so sorry, I won't do it again, please, Oppa.' Chaeyoung begs for your hand. 'I would make you feel good too, Oppa.' Chaeyoung's hands starts caressing your cock from outside of your pants.

"Hands off Chaeyoung, or I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow. What would Dahyun think?"

'Oh, I would love to do that, such a welcome form your right?' Chaeyoung started rubbing the clit herself while her keep squeezing your cock, it begins to harden.

'Plus, the one who should explain to Dahyun eooni is you right? What would she say if she enters your room and see you are fucking me.'

"Chaeyoung stop, you're going to ruin the inside of the car." I finish the drive home and take out Chaeyoung's luggage from the car.

'Ah, ah, ahhh!' You come back to the car with the suitcase and Chaeyoung eventually cums on your car.

'Such a nice ride, oppa' Chaeyoung says while hands your her finger which is cover in her juice.

I grab her hand and pull her out of the car, "You're gonna gets yours soon Chaeyoung. Let's just get inside"

'Yeah, I will see you soon Oppa. Don't back so late, ok?' Chaeyoung tidy up and get the suitcase before entering the building.

You then drive to the gym, you are thinking about what you could say to Momo.

You steps by Momo's room, and you see she is keep walking inside the room, look frustrated.

I knock on the door, and wait for a response.

Momo comes and opens the door, when she sees it is you, she says nothing, just hug you so tightly, not willing to let go.

'Y/N, I miss you so much, please don't leave me again.'

"Why were you pacing inside your room Momo?" I ask as I pat her back.

'I am so worried, I afraid that you won't show up, I afraid that I won't see you again.' Momo looks up at you but still hugs you tightly.

"Yeah, well I'm here." I push my way inside and close the door behind me. "Let's talk a little Momo."

'I think I have said what I want to say in the phone, Y/N. What do you think?' Momo sits next to you while laying her head on your shoulder.

' I really really wanna be with you, I can't imagine my life without you.'

"Momo, I'm not really looking to be in a serious relationship with anyone right now. I did a lot of wrong. I know you don't want to be friends with benefits, and that's fine. I'm just not looking to have a relationship." I tell her. "So that leaves us here, and I'm not sure what to do."

'I can wait, Y/N. I just want you to know I would always wait for you.' Momo cups your cheek.

'I can be your secret lover after you got a new girlfriend, or even if you get marry in the future. I want just a little piece of your heart.' Momo says and she leans to kiss you.

"Momo, when I get into a relationship again. I'm not going to do the same things. I want to be a better person, you can have a piece of my heart but I don't want to be cheating on my potential partner again."

'What do you mean Y/N? You accepting friends with benefits in your relationships but not secret lovers? You are not cheating on your future partner Y/N, we love each other, right?' Momo grabs your head to kiss you again.

"Momo I mean that when I'm in a relationship again I won't have any friends with benefits, and secret lovers. I want to do things right. I do love you Momo."

'No, no, no! It shouldn't be like that.' Momo let's your head go and shakes her head.

'Everything was in a good balance before, we 3 are all good, I will have you when she is not there for you. Why can't we be like that?' Momo still can't face the fact that you denied her.

"Because I want to be a better person Momo. I hurt Nayeon, I hurt you. I don't want to be the same person." I put my hand on her head. "I'm just going to have casual relationships right now."

'Casual relationships?' Momo looks up at you in disbelief. 'You mean I could only be with you if I am your friend with benefits? What are you talking about?'

Momo grabs your hand on her tits 'So you only want my body huh, fuck me then! Go ahead! If that what takes you to stay with me.' Momo says while start undressing herself.

I pull my hand away from Momo. "You're not understanding Momo. I'm not doing this because I just want your body, I'm doing this because I don't want to hurt anyone." I Give Momo a hug, "Think about it for a second." I stand up ready to leave. "Look Momo, we could go out on dates sometimes and not have to worry about anything, anyone but right now I'm not going to be tied to anyone."

'You are hurting me if you leave right now.' Momo says while your hand reach the door knob.

' I really love you, but I don't know how to make you love me too. I see you like my body, so I use it to get closer to you but it seems didn't work. I am sorry if I am forcing you.' Momo's tears start dropping.

I sit back down and pull Momo onto my lap. "I do love you Momo. I'm just not ready to be in relationship like that. Put your clothes back on, let's go somewhere." I gather Momo's clothes and help her put them back on. I start to think of where to take her and decide on an ice rink.

You and Momo then leave for the ice rink. You two get changed for ice skating. You grab Momo's hand and slowly guide her to the ice.

You walk on the ice and find that Momo is not following you, you turn back to see she is still standing at the entrance.

'Sorry, Y/N. I don't know how to walk on the ice.' Momo looks at you shyly.

I go back and take hold of her hands. Gently pulling her toward the ice, while telling her how to do it.

You hold both of Momo's hands and guide her to walk on the ice.

Momo seems so nervous and eventually loss the balance, you two fall together while Momo lands on you.

Embarrassingly, Momo's face directly hits your crotch, she blushes and covers her face, 'Sorry Y/N, I can't even do simple things. I am ruining our date again, sorry.'

I kneel on the ground, "give me a second. That hurt." After a moment I stand back up. "Come on, let's try again. Besides this is actually pretty hard."

You help Momo gets up and keep teaching her. Momo strugglely walking but keep falling.

Although Momo is keep falling, you can see she is improving.

'Ah, it's so hard, Y/N. I can't do it.' Momo is frustrated as the lack of progress.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Momo you're doing well. You're getting the hang of it. I see it."

You cheer Momo and slowly free her hands, let her to walk on her own.

'Yes, Y/N, I can do it, I can do it!' Momo finally can walk on her own. She is so excited and rushes to hug you.

You hold her tight, you two spinning on the ice, Momo blushes and close her eyes, waiting for your action.

I kiss her forehead and go ahead of her, "come on, Momo let's see how far you can go.”

Momo pours her face as she is disappointed you only kiss her forehead. 'Y/N, I think I need more motivation.' Then she starts to chase you from behind.

However, as Momo is still a beginner, it's difficult for her to catch you from the back.

'Ah! I will get you!' Momo is triggered by your laughter. She lets out her hand try to catch you, it's so close, but still inch from you.

Momo leans her body too forward, and she loses her balance. You hear her falls, so you come back to get her up.

'Why I just can't catch you, in skating I can't, in real life I can't.' Momo sighs.

"That’s just life Momo. Who knows, maybe you might one day. Life is unpredictable." I skate by her and poke her nose. "Come on, let's go." I help her up and gold her hand as I lead her to the exit.

'Not might, I will catch you for sure, Y/N.' Momo holds your hand and you two leave the ice rink.

Momo still holds your hand after you two get changed, you two walk in the mall and figuring where to go.

'Any idea where to go next? Or we should back home?' Momo asks you.

"Why don't we get something to eat and then I'll drop you off at your house." I answer.

'Yeah, sure, I am hungry too.' Momo nods. 'But you are not staying with me tonight? I won't take any photos this time, really.'

"My stepsister wanted to do something later tonight so I can't." I respond. As I lead us to a restaurant.

'OK then' Momo pours her face while eating.

'Promise me you will stay next time we meet, I really miss sleeping with you.' Momo gives out her little finger before she ready to leaves your car.

Momo kisses your cheek before leaving your car. 'Goodnight, Y/N. Hope we will meet again in your dream.'

[deceit-and-knowledge]

We want the preening session 👁️👁️

Ooc: giving you the preening session. Sometimes I wonder if this is a rp blog or a fanfic blog (not that I have a problem with that i am a writer)

s: sooooo~ you need help with your wingies, huh?

pv: just with preening.. you know I like to be clean..!..

*sits down on the bed*

s: *sits down behind him, leaning forward to appear in pure vanilla's trusty staff's view, it's glowing star turning to look at him as so do the eyes on the wings and his hair*

...do they see?

pv: mhm.. I suppose I'm not as blind anymore haha.. *he wiggles a bit to comfortably adjust him to a more proper position beside his "bluebird"*

s: *tucks himself behind pure vanilla, the lower wing brushes against his leg as he adjusts him behind pure vanilla's long blonde hair, being gentle as to not sit on those golden locks*

pv: mphm~.. (<- pain?.. uncomfortable? It's definitely not pleasure I can say that)

s: ...!..

hm..?

pv: sorry.. my wings are just very sensitive right now to even the smallest sensations.. even the air feels strange on them....

I'll get use to them, it's quite alright!..

s: if you insist, vanilly! *He gently takes a wing, wrapping his hand underneath it, the soft warm feathers, as pale as snow caressing the powder blue hand in its fluffiness*

*he takes the wing more towards him, being cautious as to not harm his darling out of respect and love. Whilst his own mind is plagued with odd thoughts and ideas about the situation he refrains from behaving off as to not alarm or cause his sunlight to be put off, he fights the intense urge to explore what this sensitivity entails. But that's torture, that's not who he is anymore afterall and this isn't even a redemption au*

now.. how exactly do you want me to go about this?

pv: simply check for any pin feathers or anything trapped in the wings..please be careful of pin feath-

s: I'm the once fount of knowledge and you think I don't know how to preen.. don't be a fool! *He begins combing through the wings, letting out a continuous soft purr as he does in order to keep the sensitive angel calm during this*

*[Spoiler it doesn't particularly work well..]*

*as he preens the wings, a bonding activity between a mating pair of birds, much a good reflection of a loving couple both winged or not, simply showing their beloved affection. Pure vanilla shivers, letting out a breathless huff.*

pv: p-please.. refrain ..d-doing that for a bit ..

s: whaaat~ can't take it? My, you do not last long, doesn't bode well for the future hehe.

pv: get your mind out of such an inappropriate crevice ..

s: really wish I could! But you know me~ everything's a little game to me.

pv: hmph..

s: aww c'mon, don't pout. Live a little!

pv: hmph!

s: now you're just being bratty..

pv: hmmmph! *Smirks*

s: ooooh~! 🎶 you're playing! Hahaha!!

*gently tries to go back to preening, this time the lower middle wing*

pv: ah! (<- ...this.."ah" is exactly what you think it is)

s: .........!?

pv: *covers mouth* I SAID REFRAIN! I need to recover.... it's too much of a sensation.....it's rather overwhelming you know .....

s: 😏

pv: what's wrong with you today... you're never this....bad.....

s: ....

...i....im just messing with you alright! Can't I flirt with my doll..

pv: ...you can....but flirting is more "ohhh~ you're so gorgeous" or "hot"...

s: flirting can be physical too.. and more unique then your clear limited knowledge and i thought I wasn't well versed!

...are you alright...pure vanilla cookie..?

pv: I'm alright now... if I shiver stop preening.. if I take my wings away you're hurting me.

s: alright, I'll keep an eye and ear out.

*he continues to gently preen, periodically taking his hands away at any sign of discomfort from pure vanilla, afterwards he moves to the other set, doing the same. During the second set pure vanilla's intense sensitivity dwindled, soon he was relaxed and enjoying the preening. His eyes closed and he looked like he could fall asleep.*

Are you asleep?..

pv: I'm still awake.. *he leans back, gently nestling himself onto shadow milk's chest, his long blonde hair draping down the rest of shadow milk's body and his knees, acting like an elaborate blanket of pastel gold. His wings coating the hair with its glorious nature. The eyes lovingly glaring up at the blue cookie*

s: ....*fidgets to adjusts himself, he tucks his arms around pure vanilla, resting his hands on pure vanillas souljam*

pv: thank you... I'm sorry for how...awkward that was...

s: it was no problem! I'll do anything for you~ ⁠♡

pv: ...heh.. aren't you a good boy~ ⁠♡

s: you are doing that SOOOO on purpose.

pv: *mischievously sticks his tongue out* heh!..

[trashfr0g]

Have any headcanons about the Tourney team boys?

Herkie.

Aziz.

Ben.

Chad.

Jay.

Carlos.

Failed Tourney Team Member:

Bash.

I love talking about the lesser known characters.

YES I DO THANK YOU FOR ASKING I had a mini phase where I really wanted to see more of the tourney squad interactions - I even drew some comics!

Granted these are a BIT outdated (I have different number HCS for the boys too since I thought Carlos being 101 for the dalmatians was too cute!)

From left to right they're Herkie, Aziz, Jay, Chad, Ben, Taylor (son of Tarzan) on the floor, and Carlos waaaaay in the corner lol.

Now to get to the real meat! I'll keep it under the cut for dash clutter lol

First thangs first! The guy who made it into the pic despite not having speaking lines or book presence.

Taylor

- Son of Tarzan and Jane Porter, like I mentioned before, but he always introduces himself as the son of Jane (and grandson of Archimedes Q. Porter) because he genuinely believes that she's the famous parent. She's the one with a degree and book and college presentations after all! He gets seriously confused when people have no idea who he's talking about and laughs when they recognize Tarzan's name over hers. No matter how many times people tell him Tarzan's his actual famous parent he thinks it's a joke.

- He speaks the animal language, like his father. It gets him a few Disney Princess jokes from the rest of his teammates but it's all lighthearted! He's also really good at mimicking sounds like Tarzan. If Coach Jenkins ever loses his whistle he just has Taylor mimic the sound lol

- because he usually talks to animals he never realized that Dude started speaking English LMAO

- he has a sister named Janice who is EXTREMELY tech savvy and is basically the 'you don't UNDERSTAND ME' teen archetype who butts heads with her environmentalist hippie family. They both have 'K' as their middle name initial, Taylor's is for Kerchak and Janice's is for Kala.

- he won't put on a shirt unless absolutely necessary. He hates clothes in general but he keeps his pants on for everyone else's sake. His jersey number is 24 in reference to the original 24 books in Tarzan's series!

Herkie

- son of Hercules and Megara, of course. He's got the superstrength of his dad and the weak ankles of his mother 💔 his real name is Herakles, because that's less personally offensive to me and the nickname still works!

- he's not as witty as Megara but he has her sass in SPIRIT. He can pull a face and pose that conveys sarcasm better than any wisecrack could and it makes people remark that he's a lot like her, even though he doesn't have the vocab to back it up

- Phil is banned from Auradon Prep because of him. He would keep showing up at Herkie's games to heckle and ended up hurting a lot of fragile teen boy egos.

- he's got his own Pegasus named Peggy-Sue. Yes it's horrific, yes I think it's too descendants-core for me to change my mind about it. He and Aziz like to compete in flying races, horse vs carpet, and have exactly zero concepts of 'fear of heights' or 'motion sickness' between them.

- he and the rest of the Olympians figured out that Hades was Mal's father before she even knew he was her father. They just thought it was common knowledge, her outbursts and fake personas were too Hades-like for them NOT to connect the dots. Because of this personal villain connection he was one of the AKs that took a little longer to warm up to the VKs, but nobody else could figure out where his attitude was coming from lol

- his jersey number is 12, for the 12 Olympian gods and for the original Herakles' 12 tasks

Aziz

- son of JALADDIN *Lego spin* and one of the most easygoing guys on the team

- in my heart of hearts Jay ends up getting adopted by Jasmine and Aladdin so Aziz ends up as his adoptive brother

- Jordan is his absolute bestie and their ringtones for each other are Friend Like Me

- he LOVESSSSS stargazing! He's part of the astronomy club at AP but his favorite way to look at stars is to drag Carpet up as high as it'll go at night and just lay back in it. Herkie, as the only one with a height tolerance like his, likes to join him sometimes to see Hercules's constellation up close!

- he is EXTREMELY organized but not in, like, a purposeful way. Aladdin and Abu like to play little pranks on him and 'steal' his things without telling him (just to not lose their street rat edge) so he'd never know if he genuinely lost or forgot something or if his dad and monkey were messing with him. He now keeps a really detailed mental list of his stuff so if something's gone he knows they were behind it. This also meant that when Jay showed up at AP he was the first to notice that someone was snatching their things lol

- his jersey number is 40, for the 40 thieves

Tyrone

- son of Terpsichore from Hercules, the muse of dance! Like his mother and aunts he can travel through artwork, but usually stays away from it cuz he doesn't like the feeling of switching art styles lol

- he and Herkie are familiar with each other from growing up on Olympus together and also being the only dudes on the team to wear togas. It's STILL manly 💪😤

- in a meta sense, he's the one responsible for all the spontaneous dance numbers in Auradon working so well. His mom's the muse of dance so he always has the guys ready for when Ben wants to declare his love to random villain girls in song form after games

Li

- son of Chef Louis, and, since I hc him as being Best Bro from the School of Secrets web series, also Smee's great nephew! His mother is Smee's niece and she and Louis bonded over their sea-adjacent backgrounds. Mermaids stress them both out.

- He's always complaining that there's not enough Seafood in the cafeteria but Mrs. Potts won't hear it

- despite his parents' iffiness over sea creatures, he's good friends with Akio!

Akio

- son of Aquata, Ariel's nephew.

- too many of his cousins went to seaside academy so he decided to branch out! He always gets extra rough with training when he knows they're about to go up against the Mermen.

Emir

- son of Amal, Aladdin's ex-best friend from the Aladdin cartoon.

- After traveling the world on his journey of redemption, Amal settled near Auradon, so Emir has never been to Agrabah, much like Jay. He uses this as a point to relate to him when Jay admits knowing that it's where he's from, nationally, but not feeling particularly connected to it due to growing up on the Isle

- Emir and Aziz knew absolutely nothing about Aladdin and Amal's past but still ended up really close. It was due to their sons' closeness that Amal and Aladdin eventually discovered the connection and rekindled their friendship :)

William

- grandson of Wilhelmina Packard from Atlantis

- the other guys on the team try to bond with him but every second when he's off the field or out of class he's chatting loudly on the phone with his out-of-auradon buddies

- despite this, he's a really great team player and is super reliable! He does join their hangouts from time to time but is usually on the phone in the background yapping away (like his grandma lol)

Other Jersey number HCS

Jay - 03, for three genie wishes

Ben - 21, for the age his father was when the beast curse was lifted (/how old he would've been when the curse was sealed if Belle never showed up lol)

Chad - 00, midnight in military time but doubles as a laugh about his loserness

And that's all I got! The main guys are pretty fleshed out characters so I don't think they need my support haha. Thanks for the ask! This was really fun to do :D