#in other news im going to eat rocks whatever

[teal-tealwren]

sink your teeth into hope

false meridian, invent animate // stomach it, crywolf // the penumbra podcast : juno steel and the time gone by (part one) // true faith, lotte kestner // critical role, c2e105 : rumble at rumblecusp // haunted, acacia ridge // i know you love to fall, message to bears // dusk, chelsea wolfe

[4unnyr0se]

❥ sfw & n$fw headcanons - yuu nishinoya & morisuke yaku

warnings: timeskip! characters, fem! reader, they're sweetiepies, noya is actually a freak, roleplay, switch! noya, hickeys, spanking, mentions of unprotected sex, dom! yaku, slight breeding kink with yaku, cowgirl, doggystyle, they love you so much

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2k

a/n: im sorry if yaku is ooc i wrote this at 2am and i do not feel like editing anything. n$fw is censored because i would like to keep my blog lmao

Yuu Nishinoya - SFW

❥ Absolutely whipped for you the second he lays his eyes upon you. You could be doing anything, literally anything, and he knew right then and there that he would die for you, no questions asked.

❥ He doesn’t really care what qualifies as a “date” as long as he gets to spend time with you. You could be folding laundry together, and he thinks it’s the most romantic date you’ve been on because you’re with him and you’re his entire world.

❥ Spontaneous. Gifts. He’ll send flowers to where you work, give you cool rocks he found while hiking or doing some other such thing, making you a care basket full of your favorite chocolates and snacks, contracting Sugawara to help him write love letters (writing is not his strong suit but he still wants to do it.)

❥ So much food, like…just so much food. You’ve been to every restaurant in town at least twice because that boy loves to eat. Even if you aren’t a big eater, he’ll still make sure you get three meals a day plus snacks. And if you struggle to eat, he’ll be so happy even if you only eat a little bit off your plate.

❥ Quality time and physical touch are his love languages, so expect to be getting kisses often. Pecks on the cheek in public, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you wash dishes in the sink. And if he’s jealous? He has no problem making out with you in front of people because you’re his, and the world should know.

❥ Speaking of physical touch, this man will not stop holding your hand. At least one part of him is touching a part of you at any given moment when you’re together as if he’s afraid you’d float away if he let go.

❥ Hella clingy, this man is incredibly clingy. If you get up to use the restroom when you’re cuddling, he’s waiting outside the door for you to come back so he can kiss those beautiful lips of yours. He just can’t get enough!

❥ Obsessed with you and everything that you do. Did you sneeze? He’s on the verge of tears because you look so fucking cute when you sneeze. Did you buy a new outfit? He’s throwing a tantrum until you model it for him so he can shower you with praise. Noya worships the ground you walk on and them some. 

❥ Lowkey possessive but in a good way. Deep down, he’s worried that you’ll leave him for someone taller or better than he is, so he gets a tiny bit jealous when he sees someone talking to you that he considers a threat. Of course, you’re free to do whatever you like. He would never tell you what you can and cannot do. He respects you too much for that. But he will talk to you about his feelings because he’s mature like that.

N$FW

❥ So. Many. Hickeys. This ties into the part of him being possessive. He wants to let everyone know that you’re his, and what better way to show you off than by parading you around town with your neck and chest covered in little red and purple bruises? You’ve nearly gone bankrupt on buying just concealer because once a hickey fades away, a new one will take its place in no time at all.

❥ Literally anything the two of you do will end in him fucking you or vice versa. If you bend down to pick something up, his hands are groping your ass, and he’s pulling down your panties and shoving his fingers into your pussy, all the while whispering the filthiest things in your ear. 

❥ This motherfucker whines and whimpers, and he’s so incredibly loud about it. The second he shoves his dick inside, he becomes a babbling, pussydrunk mess that’s only focused on you cumming all over his cock.

❥ Noya is 100% a switch who doesn’t lean towards being submissive or dominant. He just does whatever you want him to. Do you want him to fuck you stupid for hours on end? He’s down for that? Do you want to tie him up, blindfold him, and ride him until he can’t think. Also completely down for that. 

❥ Endless stamina. As long as you’re up for it, he can fuck you for the entire day. He simply doesn’t believe in a recovery period on his end. He’ll fuck you from sunrise to sunset. All you have to do is ask.

❥ Tits man 100%. Noya loves tits, no matter the size or shape. If you have huge tits, he’s fondling them as he takes you from behind. Medium-sized tits? He sucks on them as you ride his cock, relishing in the taste. Small tits? He plays with your pert nipples as he fucks you missionary. All tits are good tits in his eyes

.❥ Highly experimental in the bedroom. He’ll try anything and everything if it means you both get to feel good. From you pegging him to him filming your third orgasm of the night, he’s down for whatever. The only things he isn’t okay with are hitting you (impact play) and sharing you with others. He will casually slap your ass but that’s as far as he’ll go. He just can’t bring himself to hit you, even if it turns you on.

❥ Could eat you out for literal days and not get tired, not even for one second. He wants you cumming on his tongue and pulling on his hair as you beg him for more, and he’ll give it to you.

❥ Focuses on your pleasure, not his own. You’re his goddess and he’d do anything to serve you, anything to make you cum again and again.

❥ Has a whole index of kinks, but his top ones are roleplay and passionate sex. Dress up as a teacher, and he’ll cum in his pants, begging on you to punish him for failing your class.

❥ Loves to make love to you.

❥ “Yeah? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, angel? M’gonna make you cum so fucking much for me, my perfect angel.”

❥ “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Can’t get enough of this dick, can you baby? Gotta fuck you stupid.”

❥ “More, I want more! I’ve been so bad, I deserve to be punished, ma’am!”

❥ “Talk to the camera for me, angel. Tell the camera how many times my cock made this pussy squirt all over the sheets.”

❥ “Gonna fucking cum inside, can’t pull out. Oh, fuck, baby, you’re fucking milking me dry, shit.”

❥ “Faster, fuck me faster! Wanna fucking cum so bad, please! I’ve been good, right?”

Morisuke Yaku - SFW

❥ Loves when you get an attitude with him because he also has an attitude. He loves when you talk back to him and when you tell him how you really feel, it’s just so refreshing. Honesty is very important to Yaku.

❥ You and Yaku basically continue to mother Lev well after you’re both graduated. Lev will call and text you for advice and you’ll gladly help him, even if Yaku gets a little jealous that you’re paying more attention to the oversized Russian than you are to your own boyfriend.

❥ Takes you on the most romantic restaurant dates ever. He has professional athlete money, so order whatever the hell you like! If you want five lobsters, get five lobsters. As long as his baby is happy.

❥ Spoils you rotten, but he won’t ever admit it. If you point out a cute necklace that you saw in a magazine, it’s there when you wake up the next morning. Yaku will pretend to not know how it got there, but he knows, obviously. Expect lots of expensive gifts when you’re dating, especially from designer brands. Half of your closet is Chanel and you sure as hell aren’t complaining.

❥ Not that big on PDA, but will wrap an arm around your waist in public. Since he’s a well-known libero in the Russian Volleyball League, he gets approached on the street sometimes. He doesn’t want to draw too much attention to himself (especially if you hate getting attention from strangers, so he holds off on kissing you until you’re in the privacy of his penthouse apartment.

❥ Pleads and begs until you adopt a cat together. He just wants a cat with you, any cat will do. It can be a cat you found in a dumpster or a cat that cost someone’s entire yearly salary, he just wants a cat to raise with you by his side.

❥ Wraps his arms around your waist as you cook and leave kisses on your neck. Whether you’re taller or shorter from him, get ready for hugs and kisses from behind.

❥ If you struggle with your body image, he’ll kiss away all your insecurities. His lips will be on yours for hours as he tells you how perfect you are, and how much he loves you. He’ll kiss away your tears as you start crying as well, because to him you are perfect.

N$FW

❥ Not very vocal in bed, but he does make plenty of grunts and groans. The only time you’ll ever really hear him moan is when you bite down on his incredibly sensitive neck, which will make him cum on the spot.

❥ Advocate for safe and healthy sex but prefers to hit it raw. He’ll use a condom if you want him to, he isn’t a monster. But the way you react when his cum fills out of your womb makes him want to wife you up and fuck you every single day.

❥ Designer lingerie is his weakness, especially the ones with garters that squeeze your thigh beautifully. If you wear red lingerie around him, be prepared to not be able to walk tomorrow because he will ruin your pussy.

❥ 100% a pleasure dom. Nothing makes him happier than knowing that he fucks you so good each and every night that you can’t even get off without his help anymore because that’s how much he loves to fuck you.

❥ Ass man. His hands will be on your ass all the time and you just have to accept it. He loves to fuck you from behind because he’s mesmerized by the way your ass moves as he fucks you. His favorite position is doggystyle.

❥ A weird turn-on for him is when you walk around wearing his jersey. He fucking loves it when you wear his jersey, and he can see your lacy panties poking out under the shirt, it drives him wild. If you wear his jersey, he gets an instant boner.

❥ Sit. In. His. Lap. Sit in his lap and dry hump him. He needs it so badly. He loves watching as you struggle to get off on his thigh. You look so cute when you’re desperate.

❥ Definitely a brat tamer. He loves it when you have an attitude because he gets to fuck it out of you later, spanking you as he tells you how much of a brat you are and how you need to learn your lesson. You never do.

❥ Mirror sex. He’s mesmerized by how adorable you look in the mirror as your pussy struggles to take his girthy cock.

❥ “Yeah? Look at yourself in the mirror, princess. Look at how your slutty little pussy is taking me. You’re such a little slut, you’re my little slut.”

❥ “Did you think you could just walk around in my jersey and nothing else? Bend over, princess, right fucking now.”

❥ “I’m so fucking close, shit. You want me to cum inside you, princess? Want me to fill you up and give you my babies? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

❥ “Fuck, you know what red does to me. So fucking slutty for me, babygirl. Now get on the bed and spread those legs nice and wide like a good girl.”

❥ “Take it, fucking take it. That’s my good girl. I love it when you behave for me, princess. Can I get another one of you, my love? I think you can handle another orgasm.”

❥ “You look so pretty when you cum, princess. Do you like how your Morisuke makes you feel? Use your words, princess.”

[squinch-depraved]

drinking games but taking edibles/parts of edibles instead

tedschlattreader gamenight? ted and schlatt ganging up on reader to make sure they get highest and take advantage of the situation

this came to me in a dream ☝️

ollie ur actually a fucking genius im gonna kiss u

CW: cnc/dubcon, intox

it was supposed to be a chill evening, you thought. playing games with your best friends was a weekly occurrence online, but the trip you and ted had taken to visit schlatt in new york for a while made the dynamics a lot different. for one thing, it was a lot harder to shit talk them when they were right in front of you. you never thought about how much bigger they were than you, but it was impossible to ignore now that you were around them for a week straight.

shaking off the thoughts you had about the size difference and how it made your stomach churn, you settled down onto your designated spot on the couch. you expected them to take their usual seats on either side of you, and they did after a few minutes of leaving you waiting. but they didn't come empty handed, and it was foolish of you to think they would.

they set a bunch of food items on the coffee table, arranging a spread that was beginning to look like a buffet. inspecting the labels carefully told you that every single item was an edible, and the realization earned a soft gasp from you.

"what the fuck are you guys planning?" you asked accusatorily. schlatt snorted and left the explanation up to the older man.

"we're going to play board games, like we usually do every week," ted started. "but instead of us taking shots or whatever when we lose, like we usually do, whoever lost the round has to pick one edible and either eat the whole thing or take a large bite, depending on the item. does that sound fair?" he glanced at you as he straightened up the countless gummies.

"jesus, how much did you spend on this shit??" you breathed, ignoring his question. ted didn't like being ignored, though, so he placed a large hand on your thigh and gripped it lightly but firmly.

"doesn't matter. i asked you a question. does that sound fair?" ted replied sternly. you nodded, unsure of why they were acting so different.

"don't act like you're the one who paid for this shit," schlatt mumbled as he sank back into the couch.

you giggled and relaxed as well, resting your head on his shoulder as ted went to grab the games. surprisingly, you felt pretty confident that you would be able to make it through the night with ease- you smoked a lot more than either of them, and that made you sure you would be fine, regardless of how many edibles you would end up taking.

but you were nothing if not a stupid, naive little slut.

it wasn't long before their plan became glaringly obvious: gang up on you to get you as far gone as possible. you were taking a gummy every ten minutes, and you had gone through at least two brownies by now.

"you guys are actually fucking evil," you muttered as you rocked back and forth on the floor. "what the fuck did i do to deserve this?" you asked them from your spot on the floor across the coffee table. you had eaten enough of the food that there was a good space for you guys to play a tabletop game now, and they had stopped trying to hide the fact that they were teaming up on you and were showing each other the cards they had so that they could maximize your punishments.

"nono, play that one, 'cuz i've got this, see?" ted murmured, pointing to something in his fanned out stack. schlatt nodded in understanding and plopped something on the table with a shit eating grin.

"take another one. we win," he bragged. you just hung your head in your hands and sighed deeply.

"fuck it," you whispered as you polished off a cookie the size of your hand. after finishing it, you clambered onto the couch and flopped face down, higher than you had ever been and desperate for some stability.

you heard ted and schlatt snicker before the older man joked, "look, dude it worked, she's already face down, ass up for us."

his words stirred you from your haze and you turned to face them, cheeks burning at how they looked at you.

"she's always ready for us, ted. our own personal little slut to share between us, she can't fuckin' help herself from showin' us her pretty little backside," schlatt teased cruelly, eyes locked on yours. you let out a strangled moan and buried your face back into the soft cushion, trying miserably to hide how turned on you were.

but they knew. they always know, it's their job to know. to take care of you when you get like this, to make you feel so good you can't speak. and you always let them. it's not like this would be any different because they got you belligerently high. if anything, it would make things much more pleasurable.

so when schlatt came up behind you and pulled off your bottoms, and ted pulled your head up by your hair so he could make out with you? of course you did nothing to stop them (how could you?). you let them manhandle you until you were nude on schlatt's clothed lap and ted stood up on his knees next to you, unbuckling his pants.

"dude, let me get her on my cock before you shove that thing down her throat," schlatt scoffed when the older man pulled out his length and scooted closer to you.

ted shoved him roughly, using one hand to keep you steady so he could slide his tip into your mouth. "shut the fuck up," he growled hungrily. schlatt whined angrily and watched as ted entered your throat inch by inch, admiring the bulge visible on your neck whenever he fucked deep into your face.

eventually, ted pulled out, smiling at the way you gasped and heaved, and gestured for schlatt to position you on his shaft, which he had brought out and was stroking at this point. he did so excitedly, groaning as you slid all the way down it before beginning to pump into you at a fast pace.

"easy, man, she's super high," ted warned him. schlatt just huffed and continued, picking you up and slamming you down onto him for a few minutes while ted watched and pumped himself in his fist. you were a wreck, wailing and moaning like they had never heard you before. your head lolled back after a bit, eyes rolling back into your head and fluttering closed as you sat there and took everything he was giving you.

soon, ted tapped him and signaled for him to help move you onto your hands and knees. it took a bit for them to get you propped up enough to be of any use, but once they did, they traded places. schlatt took your mouth, grabbing a fistful of your hair to use as leverage, and ted rammed into you from the back, harshly spanking you every now and then.

"fuck, she looks so pretty like this, doesn't she?" ted asked breathlessly.

"mm. looks like a slut," schlatt chided as he gripped your hair tighter. you whimpered for him and did your best to hold yourself up, but your legs were getting shaky, and you were about to cum for the third time.

"c'mere," ted leaned in, taking the back of schlatt's head and guiding it so they were locked in a sloppy kiss above you. the pressure of them leaning on you to be able to reach each other like that forced ted deeper into you, and you clenched around his cock as you sobbed through your orgasm.

you wished so desperately that you could see them making out above you, they knew how turned on it made you and it was truly malicious to deny you the simple pleasure of seeing them kiss.

ted pulled away and used his thumb to wipe the string of saliva that kept them connected from schlatt's lips. "i'm close," he grunted, thrusts intensifying until he finally slammed into you one last time and spilled inside you.

"my turn, move," schlatt grumbled as he withdrew from your mouth and shuffled to take ted's spot. a bit of cum leaked from your hole when ted pulled out and schlatt was quick to collect it on one finger and swipe it into his mouth. he moaned at the taste as he slid into you with ease and started pounding you relentlessly. his eyes screwed shut and he tilted his head back, letting the feeling of your pussy and his best friend's cum coating his dick take over him.

soon he was gripping your hips so hard bruises were beginning to form, and ted watched through lidded eyes as the younger man finally finished deep inside you with a loud groan. you collapsed as soon as he pulled out and ted immediately helped you to the bathroom, leaving schlatt to catch his breath.

once you were cleaned up, ted helped you find and change into some comfortable pjs and led you to schlatt's bed that they had decided beforehand you would all share tonight. he made sure you were settled with everything you could possibly need before returning to the living room to find schlatt staring at the ceiling.

"c'mon, man, come lay in bed with us," ted offered.

"it's my bed, asshole. don't invite me to my own bed," schlatt retorted.

"wouldn't be the first time," the older man chuckled before shaking his head and heading back to where you were resting.

[vietcrepes]

moments with the sbg characters that made one of you wonder — is there more between you two?

◡ ✶ featuring: the main 6 from school bus graveyard

notice board: gn!reader as always, logan is ooc, so is aiden lowk, this is not my best work (💔), not proof read, mentions of food in logan taylor n tyler's part, the occasional swear word

◡ ✶ word count: im just a girl

୨୧ ASHLYN BANNER

you two were killing time before ashlyn's ballet lesson, although her mom was nowhere to be found. "shit, I need to do my hair" ashlyn muttered, returning to her room where you were scrolling through instagram. peeking behind the pillow you were rested against, a light bulb formed.

"I'll just do your hair, what could go wrong?" to be fair, you've had a fair amount of experience doing hair, and considering how long ashlyn's was, it'd either be a dream or nightmare to style. for your sake, let's say it was the former.

so that's how ashlyn landed sitting in front of you, sat between your legs as you attempted to replicate the hairstyle you'd seen ashlyns mom do so many times before. "thanks for doing this" she spoke up, her limbs felt frozen. she's very in tune with her emotions, but this one she couldn't figure out. why was she so nervous around you suddenly? it's not like this is anything new or out of her comfort zone. it's her hair, it's constantly being done by other people.

"it's no problem, you know im always there for you, right?" you stated, not thinking much of it, but ashlyns brain was put in overdrive. she tried rationalizing it, you were attractive. normal people are usually nervous and flustered around attractive people. yeah. that's exactly it. by the time you finished doing her hair, ashlyn had two explanations for what she was feeling. either she was just flustered by your kindness or she was flustered by you.

the last smile you sent her way answered which one it was as she entered ballet class with one question in mind, how?

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୨୧ AIDEN CLARK

"let's go to the fair" replayed in your mind as aiden clark dragged you to the brightly colored festivities. he had asked you at 6pm, when you had already decided to eat dinner and play games on your phone for the rest of the day. you trudged along, squeezing your eyes shut to adjust to the harsh lights.

your sordid mindset about the fair quickly changed in the face of the countless plushies and games to be won. sure, they were rigged, but who cares? you were getting ready to play your 4th game of the night when you felt a tug on your sleeve.

"let's go on that ride" aiden's eyes sparkled and had a shine brighter than any of the nauseating fair lights as he pointed to the biggest ride in the damn park. honestly, you should've known this was going to happen... it was only a matter of time

"aiden, no-" you paused, wondering how the hell you were going to talk aiden out of a premature death by rollercoaster. oddly enough, you didn't have to. aiden dropped your sleeve as he returned to helping you with whatever game you wanted to play, a smile dawning his face like always.

this cycle continued for the rest of the night, aiden trying to drag you to the insanely large rides, you declining in favor of something tamer or, even better, something that wasn't a ride at all. by the end of it you had managed to evade every death defying ride available. "well that was fun!" aiden said, looking up at the sky as the two of you headed home. your reply was laced with confusion, "even if you didn't get to ride those things from hell?" masked as a joke, it didn't take a genius to know that it was odd for aiden to listen to others so easily.

"who cares about some ride?" he said, kicking a rock that had come across his path, "I didn't go to the fair for the rides, I went there to hang out with you" the gesture was sudden, and you avoided looking at him due to the sudden nature.

"what the hell is wrong with you..." aiden only grinned further at your meager attempt at an insult "I'm great, what do you mean?"

୨୧ BEN CLARK

ben had recently broken his earbuds. it wasn't news to him, they were old but even with the damage it was still usable. soon enough, the daily annoyances that came with using anything broken got to him. today especially, as his earbuds were officially rendered useless and his mood turned sour.

as luck would have it, today was a free work day in class (aka do whatever the hell you want). while his other classmates chatted away, he was taking a nap. at least, he was. a post-it note hit his desk, and he quickly recognized your handwriting. 'you look like you've been in an off mood lately, so I got you a gift!' he failed to register just what the hell you meant until a brand new set of earbuds appeared in front of him.

looking up, he found you beaming down at him. he pulled out a pen, his mind running as he attempted to analyze what this could mean. you took a seat in the desk next to his and watched intently as ben unwrapped and got a feel for the new earbuds. they were nice quality, similar to his old ones but worlds better. it had been a well thought out, attentive, and all in all considerate gift. the more he registered what was happening the quicker his heart paced. he scribbled on the same post-it you had handed to him.

'thanks, i appreciate it'

୨୧ TAYLOR HERNANDEZ

you were exhausted, working at your family business had driven you insane and constantly picking up calls to be met with bitter temperament surely wasn't helping. you had just finished up a rather mundane task, and were ready to enjoy the few minutes of rest as you pulled out a book. unfortunately, the business phone rang. you groaned, dealing with people who couldn't even hear you properly through the ancient box that was the business phone was not your thing. you let the phone ring for a bit before answering, quickly going through the "how may I help you" line you've repeated countless times today.

"it's taylor hernandez, is Y/N working today?" the bright voice chirped, and you bit back a smile "this is Y/N, what do you need tay?" you leaned back in your chair.

"oh that's great! take a look outside" taylor abruptly hung up, leaving you confused as you glanced through the windows. there, in all her glory, was taylor holding a bag of your favorite food place. you knew she was working at her mechanics shop that day, so why would she go out of her way to spend her lunch break (and money) on you? the questions were left unanswered as taylor walked in, beaming and graciously handing you the bag.

a quick glance and you recognized it, your exact order from this place. you never recalled telling taylor what your regular order was, but you didn't have the opportunity to ask questions as she was gone as quickly as she came. your relatives and the regulars quickly swarmed you with questions. namely "is that your girlfriend?" obviously, you had denied all the allegations, but you couldn't ignore the part of your brain that wanted to tell them that you two were dating.

୨୧ TYLER HERNANDEZ

you and tyler weren't close, but the two of you were tasked with a quick snack run since the seven of you had emptied the kitchen in aidens house. it was comfortable silence, and you briskly walked to the nearby convenience store, hands in your pockets to ensure you wouldn't lose the precious money given to you. all was going as expected, idle chat filling the physical space between you two until tyler slowed his pace.

he grabbed your arm, his hold gentle and his eyes directed away from you, as he moved behind and next to you. now, he was walking next to the bustling traffic and you were trailing behind, dazed and confused.

"what are you doing? hurry up before aiden starts texting me complaints" tyler called back, clearing his throat and covering a part of his face. if you looked closely enough, you could see a dark red hue resting on his ears.

"right, sorry" you mutter in apology before going on to talk about which candies to get. a part of your brain didn't move on from the event that had occurred though, and the fluttering feeling you felt only confirmed things further; you fucked around and found out (caught feelings).

୨୧ LOGAN FIELDS

the two of you had decided to a bit of research on possible explanations and something logical behind the phantom realm you'd found yourself in. countless websites had been pulled up, and a quick trip to the library had proven fruitless, ending up with the two of you getting some food to raise your spirits.

as you nibbled away at your cookie, you scribbled nonsensically. "find something?" logan asked, joining you on his bedroom floor. "yeah, a really bad drawing of a phantom" you said, ripping the page out of your notepad and passing it to him. you sighed, ruffling your hair as your brain reached mental capacity.

mindlessly brushing off any possible cookie crumbs from your face, you redirected your attention to the only website that has given much of any information about your situation. it was bleak, but it was better than nothing. "you missed something" logan pointed out, and your eyes darted through the website, hoping for some new discovery. you were only met with his smile as he reached his hand up to brush away the crumbs you had missed in your haste.

"... oh" you said, swatting away his hand as he laughed, both of you having pink hues that were blissfully dismissed. after all, you two were just friends. but it was odd, how that moment had led to you both being clumsy in the midst of the groups midnight adventures, and how everyone had noticed how the air shifted between you two.

writers note: referenced red's Instagram stories for ashlyns bit and it helped a ton 😭 some of these have happened to me irl but I had to change things up a bit to keep it interesting 😷 hopefully it turned out good enough tho, I got carried away with aiden's bit. i dedicated my entire soul into this Tumblr algorithm do me a favor and my life is yours

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[unknownperson246]

Hi!! could you do a Kelly Nickels X Fem reader fic where Y/N is one of his bandmates’ sister and they hook up right before they’re formally introduced to one another? very smutty! thank you! <3

hii im very sorry its late but here it is ❤️❤️

So Tight

Words: 1,112

Warnings: *smut* *cussing* *cheating* *cum play* *cum eating* *p in v* *teasing*

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Kelly Nickels was in your garage with your brother. Kelly Nickels was there to form a new band. He had fun with L. A Guns but they decided to quit so Kelly formed another band. He still didnt know all the supposed member's names and he didn't know anything about them. He was there to test the chemistry with all of the people who were chosen by him to be in his new band. They didnt have a name yet either. No one had any idea who anyone was. All the men knew Kelly from L.A Guns. It was like the forming of Velvet Revolver except no one knew each other. Kelly wanted them to be interested in the band instead of using Kelly.

“So why do you guys want to be in this band?” 

“I am here to have fun and to test how I like being a rockstar” one of the men spoke up. 

“I love rock and roll and want to be a guitarist,” Your brother said.

Kelly gruffed and he got frustrated. 

“Do you have any drinks?” Kelly asked your brother.

“Yeah there in the fridge. You can go up there and grab whatever you want” Your brother says calmly trying to show excitement that a rockstar is in his home asking for something to drink.

Kelly went up the stairs and saw your thongs along the stairs. He grabbed one and threw it back on the ground. He walked up to your fridge. He saw 6 bottles of beer neatly placed on the inside of the fridge door. He grabbed one taking the top off with his teeth. He closed the fridge door. He jumped when he saw your face. You hear the beer bottle cap fall on the ground. It makes a klink sound when it collides with the tile floor.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry I thought you were my boyfriend. You must be my brother's bandmate. I’m Y/N. He said he formed the band but I know thats bullshit. He is not that bright” You say smiling not knowing you scared him shitless. He introduces himself before speaking to you.

“I’m Kelly,” He says before he speaks again

“He told you that?” Kelly asks you raising his eyebrow.

“Yep,” You say.

“I mean I formed the band.  He might remain in the lineup” He tells you putting his beer bottle down on the countertop of the kitchen.

His back faces you. He takes small sips of his beer.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Y/N,” Kelly says as he walks towards the stairs that lead to the basement which leads him to your garage. 

“Wait. Kel” A nickname for him slips out of your mouth.

“Can I call you Kel?” You ask him.

“Sure,” Kelly says

“Do you have a wife?” You ask in a flirty voice.

“No.” He answers trying to leave.

“I saw you hold my thong.” You say.

He turns around and looks at you. His cheeks turn red. “I’m sorry” He immediately apologizes.

“You can make it up to me,” You say flirting with him.

“How?” He asks you.

“You know where this is heading,” You tell Kelly.

You approach him. You throw your arms around Kelly's back. You sink your teeth into Kelly's lower lip. You can low and soft groans from Kelly. Kelly holds your legs and you wrap your legs around him. He watches your thong with thin straps peek out from your v-line that are covered by your low-rise jeans. He holds your sides just above your hips which causes your crop top to show more of your upper body. He puts you on the countertop and undoes his pants. He grabs your shoulders and he takes you off. He turns you around so you're bending over the countertop. Your tits and stomach are pressed on the harsh marble countertop. You feel yourself getting wet by the second after he smacks your big ass unexpectedly. His hands go to the hem of your pants and he tugs downwards. He sees your thong. He pulls down on it. He removes his pants halfway making sure he has enough time to pull them back up in case anyone comes into the house. He looks over his shoulder anytime he heard a creak paranoid that someone was about to find them fucking in the kitchen. He tries to hide what he is doing. He puts his cock on your entrance. 

“You ready?” He asks you to make sure you're prepared to take him.

“Yeah,” you whine for him to hurry up.

He slowly slides his cock in teasing you. He feels your tight walls and starts to thrust inside of you quickly trying to make you both come quick. He holds your hips. You're too weak from him being inside of you so he holds on to your hips making you both collide with each other. He quickly slides in and out with ease.

Your fingernails scratch the countertops leaving several heavy and noticeable marks. He kept looking over his shoulder while thrusting. 

“Kel” you moan as your moist lips part.

“I’m going to come” you shriek. 

You feel your orgasm take full effect on your body. You try your best to not get knocked over by Kelly’s heavy movements. You feel him panting on the back of your neck. You purposely clench his cock with your pussy. 

“So tight” he pants. 

He takes his final thrusts. His head goes back and his legs shake as he holds your hips tight. He feels your come dripping on his cock. He withdraws and his come squirts on the kitchen floor. 

“Shit” you both laugh.

“Get a napkin,” Kelly says to you.

“There is no need for that,” you say while he watches you go on the floor and clean it all up with your tongue. 

You pull your pants up while cleaning his come on the dirty kitchen floor. He watches you in amusement.

“You ate my come!” He says smirking while pulling his pants up. 

“If I had the dick that had the come in it then I can eat it off the floor,” you say making eye contact while cleaning his come.  

You hear footsteps from the basement stairs and you quickly get up acting normal. Your brother watches you talking with Kelly. 

“I see where you’ve been,” your brother says to Kelly.

“Kelly this is Y/N and Y/N this is Kelly,” he says smiling having no idea of what you both just did on the kitchen counter. 

You both smile and shake hands as if nothing happened between the two of you. 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Flufftober prompt 10: Gift giving (Kinger)

you can find the prompts here, i think im going to try to make at least one fic for each fandom ive written for! yipee! notes: reader is gn, new established relationship, limited dialogue prompt: kinger finds something that reminded him of you word count: 550 cws: bugs

You hadn't been with Kinger for all that long, at least it didn't feel like it was that long. Time gets hard to keep track of in the circus, something that... admittedly puts you and some of the other members on edge. However, since you've taken Kinger up on being his partner, things like that seem to eat away at him just a little less... not by a lot but he noticeably seems more at ease when he's in your company.

Your company, at the moment, was ecstatically but carefully pushing a box towards you. It wasn't wrapped, but there was a piece of cloth loosely draped over it to hide whatever was inside.

He seemed excited, proud of himself. A lot of his sentences kept rerouting as he tried to communicate what was going on. From what you had gathered from his ramblings, he had found something while out on Caine's most recent adventure. One that you had decided to sit out on due to simply not feeling up to it... Kinger had almost stuck back with you however he didn't have much time to object as Caine sent everyone else on their way.

"It reminded me of you, actually.." He finally said as he folded his hands together and stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to open up the box that was pushed into your hands.

Your mind wandered for a second, trying to guess what it could be. Knowing Caine, the setting could have been anything. Knowing Kinger, you could only think of a few options... Pulling off the fabric, showing that the box had been decorated with various rocks and some fistfuls of dirt. Your eyes immediately focused on the fairly sized beetle. It's back shined in the light, not too different from stained glass candy... for a moment you wondered if the bug actually was made of sugar, the talk that you've heard about that day's adventure seemed to point to that being a real possibility.

"I thought you'd like it," Kinger started, fiddling with his hands. He didn't sound disappointed from your lack of response. "It's pretty..." You said as you lowered your hand into the box, letting the beetle crawl onto your hand. Now that the light could fully reach it's back, it looked more like the candy comparison you had made.

"That's why I picked it," Kinger instantly perked up. You could tell he wanted to talk more about the bug, or at least try to work with you to find out what it was.

You couldn't help but smile. Even if you weren't as big of a fan of bugs as the chess piece, you couldn't shake the thought that not only did he think the insect was beautiful... it had reminded him of you. On top of that, he wanted to work with you to study it... You began to feel bad for skipping out on the adventure, but you quickly shook the feeling away as you put the bug back into its box. The proposal of moving it into a proper container only seemed to send Kinger into a larger spark of pride and excitement.... You'd open the floodgates, but thankfully sleep wasn't mandatory in the digital world.

You'd let him talk for as long as he wanted.

[jackmanbj]

sweet girls

jack wasn’t home yet, he was on his way back from his studio and you’re cavings were up high. you wanted pickles and hot fries, but all you could think about was sweets, so you called jack

“hello? baby everything ok?” “huh oh yea j, but can you stop at the store and get me some candy?” “baby..you know the doctor told you to cut back on the sweets, i dont think i should..” “jackk is the doctor holding the baby or am i ?” “okay damn, what do you even want from the store” “pop rocks, gum, gummies, nerds, lollipops, laffy ta-” “okay forget it you’re not getting all that, pick 2 things” “jjj its for the baby” “mhm 2 things” “ugh fine gummies and laffy taffys.” “mk ill be there soon”

without another word you hung up, you knew he was looking out for you and the baby but you were still mad because you knew what was best for your body being as though you were the pregnant one, but jack didnt care. and even though you had your own car and money, jack hasn’t let you drive since even before you get pregnant and hes been extremely strict on the rule since you got pregnant.

even though jack hated you driving and he had your location, you still thought about sneaking out once he was back and asleep or in the shower, you were getting lost in your thought thinking about how to sneak out until you heard the front door open snapping you out of it.

“y/n? baby im home” you ran to jack kissing him and taking out your candy running back to your favorite spot, the sofa “damn i cant even get a hello?” you sided eyed him “no” you said eating your candy “whatever baby, im going take a shower” and you ignored him

you thought about sneaking out while he was in the shower but just thought about waiting till he was asleep so you could know he wasnt goin to see you eating the snacks

after about 35 minutes jack finally came out the shower his hair still damp as he walked over to you “hey baby” he said rubbing your bump you looked at him and walked away

he stood there confused until realizing it was probably about the candy “baby girl..you know i love you but you cannot have all those sweets, so stop acting like that.” he walked up to you trying to take your face into his hands but you just looked and walked away

jack just sighed and looked at you picking you up “come on, bedtime.” as much as you wanted to kick and scream for him to put you down, you didnt want to give him any kind of reaction

jack sat you down in the bed and went to the bathroom to run you water for a bath you got on your phone and laid down already knowing he was going to come back and get you, which he did.

“come on baby, i know you’re pissed but im still gon take care of you” jack lifted you up and brought you to the bathtub that had bubbles, candles, and your ipad with a movie on

“mm thank you”

“you’re welcome sweet girl, you done ignoring me?” you looked at him and looked back at your movie, he chuckled and left the room to go put new sheets on the bed coming back to check on you after a few minutes and helped you out the tub

once you were back in the bedroom in new sheets he put some lotion on you and his hoodie and gave you some boxers

you laid down and faked sleep till you realized he was asleep, you carefully got out of bed and snuck a pillow right were you were so he wouldn’t wake up form him not having you there

you left out the house in your pink G Waggon that hasn’t been used in about 7 months other then you just sitting in it, you left the house and quickly ran to the store getting all the snacks you originally wanted and more

when you got home you went to check ok jack who was wide awake on his phone you quickly closed the door hoping he didnt see you

you had two full bags of candy, jack walked out the room and took the candy bad out of your hand “what did i tell you ?” “jackk please im sorry i just want my candy !” “uhm no, you’ll get two pieces of candy everyday till its all gone, because not only did you go out and get the candy you aren’t supposed to be eating, you also drove alone and at night” “ugh i fucking hate you” “mhm go get in the bed” jack waited for you to close the door when he heard a loud slam, he was trying ti be patient but the slam was his final straw, he hid the bags of candy and walked up to the room

“y/n. why the fuck are you slamming my damn doors?” you looked at him and rolled your eyes. he sighed pulling your phone out of your hand and asking “why. the fuck. are you slamming my doors. when you don’t pay a single bill?”

jack never got this mad unless he was really upset and ready to go off so you decided to finally give and apologize

“mm i’m sorry baby, i just really wanted that candy i didn’t know you were going to wake up and i’m sorry about the door i was just upset cause you took my candy.. i love you baby boy”

“mm i love you to” jack gave you back your phone and you quickly put it on the charger and cuddle into jack “goodnight ma..” “goodnight j”

[rauberrauber]

line up baby

wanted to make a sort of ref for everyone so i can keep track of everyone's designs, heights, etc

side hcs below cuz i wanna ramble lol

fyi any links are just for pictures to help visualize what im trying to say

also add to these with ur own i love reading hcs :]

general:

the sides work with a kind of cartoon logic (kinda like who framed Roger rabbit) which is what their shape shifting and such is, they can survive pretty much everything, dont bend to reality type thing

i also dig playing around with the idea that they just arent human, they dont need to eat, sleep, even breathe or blink if they dont wanna. They just play more human around thomas so they dont freak him out (everyone but remus at least, dude doesnt give a fuck lol) they all have their priorities regarding that kinda stuff. like logan doesnt eat or sleep almost at all (there r exceptions tho obvi (crofters))  while patton rly likes to cook and bake so why not eat the stuff you make? meanwhile remus eats literally anything he can find

they can also float if they wanna, same thing where they just dont around thomas. this came about me just imagining remus consistently floating around in the mindscape instead of walking for whatever reason? so yeah they can do that

theres a core mindscape and a ‘dark’ mindscape, that sorta works like the upside down from stranger things (as in the dark mindscape is like literally upside down and mirrors everything, like this)

everyones also got their own unique doors to their rooms. logans is very sleek and modern, pattons in more childlike and almost vintage, romans resemble castle doors while remus’ is more like a dungeons, virgils is typically angsty teenager with tons of posters and ‘keep out’ signs, and janus has tons of locks on his

design wise the core sides have straight teeth and fluffier hair while the dark sides have sharp teeth and rougher(?) hair (since changing, virgil has vampire-esque fangs)

logan:

square rimmed glasses

loves the rain

unintentionally fidgets with his clothes, always adjusting his glasses or rolling his sleeves up and down or messing with the buttons or his tie

playing more into the whole ‘sides dont have to eat thing’ he finds food kinda nasty lol, again only rly eats stuff thats very good to him (ultimate picky eater basically) patton has tried and failed many times to get logan to try and like new foods

roman was the one who got him to try crofters

watches those long ass video essays about random topics on youtube for background noise

patton:

round glasses and heart eyes

has roller blades/skates! specifically these ones that retract the wheels. good way of getting energy out (even if hes super clumsy with them)

tallest + dad bod

tons of bandages, kinda playing around with the phrase ‘broken heart’

him and janus play video games together (both of them are terrible lol)

definitely listens to dad rock/dad music

roman:

starry eyes!

crown can float on its own (same w/ remus’)

has one of these couches in his room to dramatically faint onto

him and remus dont share a room, but they have a sort of portal to each others rooms if that makes sense. a big mirror but instead of reflecting, its showing into the other room and only the twins can go thru

wants to be his own side after the split

roman and remus pierced each others ears when they were younger

virgil:

decently tall but slouches a lot which hides it (slouching hes shorter than the twins but still taller than janus) also rarely stands or sits straight at all so it kinda shocked the core sides when he showed them how tall he rly was (queue roman being mad cuz hes actually the shortest of the main four lol)

has stereotypical emo hair and still has some purple dye in it

hot topic skeleton fingerless gloves and muddy sneakers (idk why it just feels right)

tons of random bruises

draws his nails black with sharpie

listens to metal music to calm down. remus got him into a lot of numetal, screamo kinda music when virgil was still one of the others, it was one of the few times theyd hang out and virgil wasnt 100% freaked out by remus

definitely experimented with scene fashion when thomas was a teenager

drinks tons of energy drinks

janus:

shortest ha

yellow eyes

bow wrapped on his hat

long flowy cape and heeled shoes with spats (thats what theyre called right?)

uses the staff from pof as a walking cane

speaks fluent pig latin, remus and logan are the only ones who can somewhat understand what he says (remus cuz hes been around janus so long, and logan wanting to research and understand whatever the hell janus is saying) it also has always drove virgil up the wall cuz hes never been able to get it, janus will start speaking it just to annoy him

only rly relaxes when by himself, always kinda putting on a mask with the others and thomas, regardless of how trustworthy he considers them

constantly coming up with proper plans and schemes, typically wouldnt let remus near them with a 10 foot pole (affectionately)

knows how to lockpick

scared of the ocean

remus: 

broken crown

eyes can go all crazy, pupils can be different sizes and such (there was a cartoon that did this where the eyes would go red and have a ton of rings around the pupils like spirals kinda? i cant find a pic of what im rly visualizing rip i hope that makes sense)

ton of rings (one of em is an eyeball ring)

is like half an inch taller than roman and will never let him live it down

enjoys all the ‘bad’ disney/pixar movies. (cars, home on the range, etc) and like unironically enjoys them. prolly started ironically to mess with roman but he genuinely find those ones the best and cant fathom why theyre disliked (totally not self-indulgent cuz some of those movies are my favorites)

comes up with random weird plans and ropes janus into them whenever possible, janus plays along best he can

somewhat wants to fuse back with roman (even if hes unsure why)

remus and virge used to make fun of roman together all the time

remus is the one who gave virge his septum and gages

[dootznbootz]

Im going to be so so so so so so so so so so soooo fucking for real. I hate Circe x Scylla with every FIBER every INCH OF MY BEING

Why? Because it's honestly victim x abuser

Ik we all like our toxic yuri, but let me out it this way: There are two main versions of Scylla's myth, that is, where Scylla is turned into a monster.

In one, she's turned into a monster by Circe for rejecting Glaukos. Which- She literally got her entire life TAKEN AWAY BY CIRCE because she rejected some dude she didn't like. And that Circe happened to like

Scylla didn't do anything wrong, that's just Circe being a bitch

And in another one, she runs away from Glaukos when he tried to charm her. And yadaya he went to Circe to ask for a potion to charm Scylla. Circe thought the gods wouldn't like something like that (idk that's what happened in the myth. But we all know our Greek mythology so this is kinda weird-) and offered to be Glaucus's lover instead. When he refused her, she got so angry and jealous she turned innocent Scylla into a monster.

SHE TOOK SCYLLA'S WHOLE LIFE AWAY BECAUSE SHE WAS PETTY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

And NO Circe book, Circe didn't feel sorry about it.

I love Circe so much, like so much, but Scylla deserves someone so much better. Justice for Scylla I feel so bad for her. Girl rejects a guy she didn't like, and then gets morphed into a man eating monster

And also, ama need people to stop trying to put all the blame on glaucus and trying to justify Circe's actions. Just please acknowledge your "girl's girl girlboss doesn't need no man feminist icon" is actually a really terrible person. Shipping Circe with Scylla is like shipping Hera with one of the innocent women she killed for sleeping with Zeus (even though they didn't have a choice most of the time), it's literally just so ehh for me

And I'm not here to hate on anyone who likes the ship, but me personally? I hate it so much bro

Oh, I absolutely get where you're coming from. In general, when it comes to "toxic ships", it'll always be so much fascinating to me to just have them fucking hate each other. No romance or attraction and/or "hate-fucking".

I can understand the appeal of toxic yuri in a way (I've always preferred yuri in general over yaoi lol) but like, I think it's juicier even to have that visceral fucking hatred. Especially from Scylla's end. And even then, Circe talks mad shit about Scylla in the Odyssey.

In there lives Scylla. She has a dreadful yelp. It’s true her voice sounds like a new-born pup, but she’s a vicious beast. No mortal man would feel good seeing her, nor would a god who crossed her path. She has a dozen feet, all deformed, six enormously long necks,      with a horrific head on each of them, and three rows of teeth packed close together, full of murky death. Her lower body she keeps in her hollow cave, out of sight, but sticks her heads outside the fearful hole, and fishes there, scouring around the rock for dolphins, swordfish, or some bigger prey, whatever she can seize of all those beasts moaning Amphitrite keeps nourishing in numbers past all counting. No sailors                 yet can boast they and their ship sailed past her without disaster. Each of Scylla’s heads carries off a man, snatching him away                         right off the dark-prowed ship. [...] Why won’t you yield to the immortal gods? She’s not human, but a destroyer who will never die— fearful, difficult, and fierce—not someone                you can fight. There’s no defence against her. The bravest thing to do is run away.                              If you linger by the cliff to arm yourself, I fear she’ll jump out once more, attack you with all her heads and snatch away six men, just as before. Row on quickly past her, as hard as you can go. Send out a call to Crataiis, her mother, who bore her to menace human beings. She’ll restrain her— Scylla’s heads won’t lash out at you again.     

(Book 12, Johnston)

(I think it's interesting how Circe yells at Odysseus about how he won't yield to immortal gods but that's a bit outta context AND an entirely differently thing.)

It's kind of a curious thing in which Circe seems to imply that Scylla was BORN as a monster based on how she mentions Scylla's "mom". I don't know if this is just "Homeric version" of the myth or what but it's something neat to think about.

And honestly? My Circe, being the wacky potion making scientist gal I have her as, would probably be even more of a bitch in how "ooooo experiment time." only to realize "Oh wait, I made her too scary and TOO powerful. hm. nevermind. Not going near her."

With Circe and shipping, idk, I've always felt like she'd be like "messy". It's not that she's not capable of love, I think she's just like, so much of a "I do whatever the fuck I want" that she probably wouldn't really respect her partner's boundaries. She's like Maureen from "Rent" and/or PotC's Calypso where the only reason why she didn't see Davy Jones after he waited was "It's in my Nature".

In which she's just like "Look you either want me as I am, meaning I do whatever the fuck I want, OR you leave."

Like she loves, but she's not like, a ride or die partner. (I mean Odysseus was an experiment to her, as that's how she views mortals in my stuff. She thinks Mortals are kind of gross. She only has sex with him once because of this.) She's FwB with Hermes in my stuff as well, as yeah, Gods are less "gross".

Honestly, I think if people wanna ship Scylla with someone, I think Caribbidis would be fun?? Monster Wives??? (HOT) Both were cursed, they're close to each other, etc. Like, idk how much sentience Caribidis has, being a giant fucking mouth, but idk. maybe they could chat and bond?? even just as friends.

[littlestarbigsky]

peril angst ahhhhhh

so i posted a short version of this earlier this week and im obsessed with this concept so now theres a whole fic and all the accompanying angst. eat up babes😚

pony and soda pretended not to notice, but they knew. actually, they knew much more than darry thought they did. there were things he was just bad at hiding and they all silently agreed not to discuss it, but there were also things that darry actively hid from them. they knew anyways, though. but darry didn’t need to know that.

they all knew he stayed overnight at paul’s house after football games… sure, they all liked to buddy around after a win, downing a couple of beers a piece while paul’s parents were out of town on business. darry was never quite sure if his brothers knew that the rest of the guys were back home by their curfew at midnight.

it had seemed innocent enough for a while, until darry started staying over for whole weekends. nights when they didn’t even have a football game to cover for them, darry sneaking back in just in time to catch a few hours of sleep before school on monday.

everybody knew that something had happened with paul. darry had long since given up pretending it hadn’t, and they’d all figured out the hard way that whatever happened his senior year was something darry would probably never talk about again.

things seemed to get hazy when darry graduated and paul introduced him to bob, the new kid who had just transferred from the prep school. they’d gotten along fine and everything that summer had been alright until it came up that darry was from the east side.

the phone bill started to go down as darry stopped making so many calls across town. it had been weeks since paul’s white t-bird was honking outside their house. all of a sudden, darry was spending more and more nights bugging the gang to play football in the lot, going over to buck’s to play pool with dally, hell, he even went on something of a bender with two-bit right before he left for school.

as much as their parents bugged him about finding a girl he liked at school, all he had to talk about his classes. every now and then he would talk about the football guys, and how they were just never as close as his high school team was.

pony and soda watched him change. before paul and after paul, night and day.

they had all pretended not to notice paul lingering in the back row of the church the day of the funeral. he didn’t even have the nerve to come up and speak to them or stay long enough to merit taking off his coat, maybe even follow the funeral procession to the cemetery to catch darry when there weren’t so many people.

he had told his brothers that he was meeting some of his old friends, that he would be back late and not to wait up for him. soda and pony didn’t discuss it, not even with each other, but they watched him drive off in beverly’s baby blue corvette with a pit of sickening dread in their stomachs.

what soda and pony didn’t know was that it was the first time in near a year that things had felt like they had before. the first time since his parents died that people talked to him like he wasn’t made of glass, like saying the wrong thing would shatter him into a billion shards.

they went down to their old favorite spot, down by the river where they could skip rocks and no one would hear them if they got a bit too drunk and started shouting. bob’s parents were out of town, so he had more than enough liquor for all of them, and trip and brill had brought more packs of cigarettes than darry had ever seen in his life.

it was all so much. he had just had the worst week of his life, who could blame him for losing control?

soda and pony didn’t know that none of them drank anything, not so much as a drop. even chet had abandoned his cigarettes for the night. they just let darry keep on downing beers until he couldn’t see straight. they didn’t know that when bev started joking around about jumping into the river, darry had been too drunk to know that they were egging him on.

he forgot that it was january. he forgot that he was way too far gone to be able to swim. he forgot that he didn’t have parents anymore, that his brothers needed him now.

nothing sobers you up quite like a freezing river with an unforgiving rip current.

even through his numb and drunken haze, darry knew the moment he hit the water that it was a mistake, that they had set him up.

flailing in the icy water, watching them pile into that stupid blue corvette, he tried to scream. whether it was out of anger, to get them to come back so he could knock their teeth out, or fear, because god he was dying, but he just swallowed more filthy river water. he could hardly keep his head above the water for long enough to gasp in fresh breath, let alone cough out the water he had inhaled. for a moment, one terrifying breath of time, he knew he was going to die.

what pony and soda never managed to figure out was how. sure darry was alive, and sure he had made it out, but how? death had come for their brother, just like it had their parents, but something had stopped it.

something had grabbed darry around the waist and hauled him back to the riverbank and dragged him up into the grass, the weight of him familiar. that something had pressed an ear against his chest and listened for a heartbeat, and for a moment, remembered that feeling from a lifetime ago; when there was nothing between them but a thin sheet and dumb love. fresh water dripped off of chocolate brown curls, steely blue eyes watering as he whispered, “i’m sorry… i’m so sorry…”

darry woke up alone, soaking wet, covered in mud, and colder than he had ever been in his life, and all he could do was roll onto his side and throw up into the grass. it took him at least fifteen minutes to gather the strength to push himself off the ground, realizing he wasn’t getting any warmer.

none of them knew how he managed to get back home, still drunk off his ass, tripping over his trembling, hypothermic legs, barely able to see four feet ahead of him in the dark.

darry didn’t remember getting home, but soda did. sitting outside on the porch, a blanket over his legs. he heard darry before he saw him, coughing up a lung halfway down their block. he’d sprinted to meet him, is heart falling straight through to his stomach as he saw darry’s soaking wet clothes sticking to his chest and arms, water dripping down his face from his hair.

soda remembered throwing the blanket around his shoulders and hurrying to get him inside the house. it wasn’t that much warmer in there, but it was better than nothing. he saw darry’s blue lips and red eyes, skin white as snow. he had sat him down on the couch, wrapped in the blanket like a straight jacket and shaking uncontrollably.

ponyboy remembered walking out of his bedroom to get a glass of water to see soda changing darry’s clothes for him, the waterlogged clothing landing heavily on the floor. soda was muttering to himself, but it seemed like darry was bordering on catatonic.

“soda?”

soda whipped around to see their little brother in the kitchen, mouth hanging open, looking like he was about to be sick.

“i thought you were in bed,” soda answered shakily, not stopping his ministrations.

“what-” pony tried to say. “what happened to him?”

soda let out a strange squeak from the back of his throat, “i… i don’t know, honey.”

pony watched silently as soda got darry changed and into a sweatshirt and pajama pants, toweling his hair dry and help him stand up on legs that no longer seemed willing to support him. pony rushed over, grabbing darry from the other side, and helped soda get him into bed. without saying a word, they both crawled in next to him, extra blankets tucked around all three of them.

god, they remembered being so scared, what if darry had really been sick? what if he hadn’t made it home and nobody found him? he needed to be okay. he had to be.

darry woke up the next morning with a splitting migraine and cottonmouth and his two brothers curled up around him. he only remembered fragments of what had happened, but the sight of the two of them bundled up in blankets and trying to keep him warm…

he never wanted to forget.

[strawberryjmilk]

repeat ♡ min yoongi [repeat, repeat, repeat]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + yoongi happy disability pride month <3

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

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picky eating ♡

yoongi made a habit for himself. every time he heard of something new — a restaurant, cafe, bakery, whatever — he sent you the menu immediately. one too many times you’d arrived to a new place only to not eat ; or you would verbally shut down, too overwhelmed with the new area and different options.

he’d seen as a comfort food no longer tasted or felt the same ; saw the discomfort and confusion on your face as something so nice turned bitter.

“baby,” his voice calls through your phone's speaker. you smile at the sound, applying a sensory friendly lip balm as he speaks. “check out the link i jus’ sent you. or we could do your favorite for dinner. you choose.”

you hum, scrolling through the new menu you were sent. your eyes light up at the description of one of the choices. it sounded good ; sounded like something you’d actually eat. “the new place sounds good. are we eating there or…?”

“wanna take it home?” a crinkle hits his line as he adjusts the phone. “can pick it up on the way there.”

you bite your lip, “are you sure? i can— i’ll get ready if you want to go out.”

“nah,” he breathes out a laugh, “we’ll eat at home. see you soon, baby.”

parallel play ♡

yoongi did not like people being in his studio. it was his safe space ; his work area where he didn’t like to be interrupted.

you broke this rule sometimes.

he allowed it — liking how quiet and to yourself you’d be. other times, though, you’d let him be and wait until he got home to hang out.

a puzzle was on the floor as you sort through the pieces, mind blank and searching for the last pink colored piece. yoongi glanced at you from where he sat, headphones wrapped around his neck. he smiles softly, nudging your knee with the tip of his shoe. “alright?”

“m’good,” you respond. you don’t even blink ; don’t look up at him to smile as you move onto a different color. your fingers twitch, hesitating to pick up a puzzle piece. “want me to leave?”

“nah,” yoongi sags back into his chair comfortably. “you’re jus’ fine right here, angel.”

stimming ♡

you need to move. your emotions have built up — and built up and built up and built up — and now you were on the verge of wiggling until everything came loose. taking a deep breath, you pick at your nails once more.

it does nothing.

none of your usual, hidden stims are good enough anymore. you’ve bottled it up so much for so long that you need something harsh ; something destructive and big to help you release.

yoongi frowns as you scrunch your fingers together tightly, so hard it looks painful. “baby? everything okay?”

you let out another breath, eyes pinned to the wall in front of you. “need to… scream.”

it was a code word — i need to stim. yoongi frowns, adjusting his body so that his head and torso are facing you fully. “okay. go ahead. you know i don’t mind.”

“it’s—“ you let out a whine. your eyes scrunch closed — so hard you see stars and dots — before you snap them back open. your mouth curves into a frown, voice softening into a whisper. “it’s embarrassing.”

“embarrassing?” yoongi’s frown deepens as he laces his fingers with your own. you hesitate, but give his hand a small squeeze. “angel, this is something you need to do. something that helps you self-regulate and feel better.” he pauses, eyes dancing across your face as your agitated expression holds. “want me to look away?”

you squeeze his fingers once more before shaking your head. another breath — you close your eyes again. and then you’re slowly rocking back and forth in your seat, quickening the pace as you need to.

yoongi stays silent, only rubbing his thumb across your knuckles when you slow down. eventually, your eyes peel open and your shoulders are less tense ; a smile easier to hold. he kisses the back of your hand, “better?”

“much. thank you.

“nothin’ to thank,” another kiss to your hand. “jus’ glad you feel safe with me.”

disordered sleeping ♡

another yawn leaves your lips. you blink, shaking your head to wake yourself up a little more. yoongi glances at you, frowning in concern. he tilts his head, "sleepy, angel?"

"bad night," you answer instead. he leans up, getting in your view as his frown deepens. "bad dreams and woke up... a lot."

"m'sorry," he rubs your back, "anything i can do to help?"

you hum, moving your body with the motion of his hand. rubbing your eyes — yoongi pulls your hand away gently — you shrug. "feels like i've tried everything and nothing helps."

yoongi nods, a pout on his mouth. the room goes still, silent as he continues to rub your back. "we can try something new, if you want? look up remedies 'nd stuff and see what you think."

"okay," you sag against his body, "won't hurt to try, i guess."

"okay." yoongi grins and scrolls on his phone, looking for things to help you sleep. he says them outloud, pausing when you hum in interest. you've got a small list of things to try, home remedies and medical ones. yoongi kisses the side of your head, "nap if you want, angel. i'll wake you in a bit."

auditory processing disorder ♡

sometimes, words didn't sound right to you. the sentences didn't make sense ; the way things were phrased or pronounced were hard to understand. yoongi was patient with this — didn't get annoyed when you asked him to repeat things.

you're reading when yoongi calls out, "get your phone, please."

how would that make sense when you're on your phone? your eyebrows furrow as you pause running through his sentence and trying to make it make sense.

yoongi pops his head out from his room, "thanks for folding these."

your mouth falls into an oh expression. "you're welcome."

the side of his mouth tilts up, as he stills, watching you curiously. "what did you think i said?"

"something about my phone." you move the device, wiggling it in the air. "didn't get how that made sense."

yoongi lets out a laugh, nodding to himself. "no wonder you didn't answer me at first."

——♡—— slowly trying to write for kpop again <3 doing my best!! i wrote a detroit become human one here if you'd like to read it! <3 strawberryjmilk © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know.

[baa-whatever]

Hi im the anon asking about the headcanons and theories of the shows!!

Im okay with whatever you choose, thank you 👋

I'm not sure to be honest, but my headcanons/theories for the Sun and Moon show are:

-Eclipse secretly has a crush on Foxy but he won't ever admit that. He wants somebody he's just not sure who to be with or if he's good at dating. He's more focused on getting his life on track before doing that though.

-Moon's not looking to date, but if there is ANYBODY he'd like, he might think about it but be very hesitant. He's aroace but I can't remember what the other name for it is called. Someone who's aroace but still kind of wants a date? I think if Moon ever started to work with someone they would be like those two characters you always see together that barely talk but you kinda get the idea that they have a thing for each other.

-Sun still secretly eats glitter glue and he's a shy bisexual. Closeted bisexual? He probably is, but who knows, I'm just guessing since he was staring at his flag when Chica walked in on him.

-Sun has some lights in his room when he sleeps, I'd like to think he'd have some medieval themed lights, it's relaxing and he's also afraid of the dark.

-Out of everybody Sun knows, he hates Foxy the most. He's okay to him but he's not going to take any more crap from him. Shit will hit the fan if he tries saying anything negative to Sun again. I feel like Foxy's crossed a line with Sun when he brought Bloodmoon to the daycare. Moon is behind the line but not nearly as close. Puppet is touching the line. He doesn't really want to hang out with them he'll only do it if he's with Earth, Lunar, or Moon, he's just kinda needs his space after everything that's happened from them.

-Moon loves looking at rocks. He probably never mentioned it but he likes collecting rocks of rare shapes...it's just something he'd probably do for fun but not talk about it unless someone asked.

-Lunar would probably have a bean collection. He just started doing it as a joke one day and then didn't stop.

-Spaniard will be taller than Earth if they get their own body....maybe.

-Jack will probably get a little bit protective of Sun with Moon around. Maybe slightly jealous like how he was with Sun being Dazzle's other best friend.

-Foxy finally gets a new body....only for it to get blown up by Taurus as a warning. That's just his curse, he can never get a new body, lol.

-Earth accidentally builds another animatronic that looks like her. It ends up turning evil.

-Jack creates a dimension.....its all him but as dogs and cats.

[insideliascrazyhead]

Housen Headcanons

Odajima:

-when fishing with Todoroki he names each fish a totally weird name and speaks with the fish occasionally

-hates ro run with all his heart

-when he doesn´t get eight hours of beauty sleep he´s grumpy

-swings both ways.violently.with a pipe.come get some!also bisexual obviously

-in love with Todoroki since the fight against Oya

-listens to girly pop music

-loves tea

-loves knitting

-artsy,likes to doodle

-petty as fuck and holds a grudge for years,then it´s on sight

-constantly cold,loves to shove his freezing cold hands at his friends neck or something similarily unexpected

-sleeps in a shit ton of pillows and blankets

-literally always says whatever comes into his head.What will Odajima say next?Great question.He doesn´t know it either,we gonna find out together

Shidaken:

-collects offensive t-shirts he normally sleeps in here some examples: „Am I cancelled yet?“,“Fuck you you fucking fuck“,i sell crystal for the authoreties“,

„Orgasm donor“;Im not gay but 20 dollars are 20 dollars“or „im not a dick,just kidding,go fuck yourself“

-uses playboy parfum on a regular base

-momma´s boy she nicknamed him Kenny

-kickboxer

-not the brightest crayon in the box

-has a tattoo don´t tell his mom tho,not gonna lie probably a lame one

-anger issues

-total BL junkie his favorite´s KinnPorsche

-romantic/sexual interest only when the other person is totally crazy (*cough*Yasushi*cough*)

-bisexual

-hair routine longer then the whole High and Low franchise

-lovingly insults people,would totally call his friends lovingly a whore

-lives on his own which is canon but i guess but its a total bachlor pad broke edition

-adrenalin junkie

Sachio:

-can totally break dance

-hella protective,nearing the posessive area with that one

-coffee?black but also loves hot choclate lover so sweet you get diabetes.marshmallows and everything

-dramatic as fuck but won´t show it

-great at gambling

-emotional

-loves to draw mangas

-when his sister was younger he played dolls and dress up with her

-phenominal cook

-loves k-pop

-knows sign language

-when Yui and Sawamura first where alone in her room,Sachio took the door out of it´s hinges and put the door in his own room

-teached his sister how to throw a punch

-insomiac.Sleep?what´s that?can you eat that?

-volunteers in his free time

-total mom friend

Jinkawa:

-fluent in sarcasm

-never complains carriying Odajima cause he thinks it´s adorable

-protective over Sabakan

-insisted Sabakan learns to fight after their attack landed them in the hospital -laughs during horror movies and when he´s very uncomfortable in general

-darkest humor out of all of them

-fast food junkie

-cries during movies but that´s a secret he just sweats out of his eyes

-has fishes named after the aquarium of nemo

Sawamura:

-so romantic others are at risk of vomiting

-loves mangas

-likes flowers

-shy as fuck

-great at learning new languages

-protective

-always miserably fails at cooking to the point where sudden fires break out and he always has a fire extinguisher in the kitchen when he cooks

-loves to tease his friends

-skincare beauty routines with Yui

-lowkey scared of Sachio since dating his sister

Sabakan:

-Rock Lee enthusiast.Let´s not gonna lie here,it´s the hair.

-tea spilling sessions with Jamou on a regular base

-definition of noodle arms,would need help open a pickle jar

-also has no patience so he would just smash the pickle jar

-crime enthusiast

-loves to read

-gamer

-sassy as fuck can roast the shit out of anyone

-can read everyone like they´re a book written for very dumb children

[ofmermaidstories]

I HAVE MORE QUESTIONS!! IF THATS OKAY

do you like mining! it comes with many dangers for me personally, it always gets me tensing my buttcheeks every time i have to fight O.o

would you ever post your farm layout? <3 i'd love to see what you've done with your farm!

WHICH FARM ANIMAL IS YOUR FAVOURITE!! yes, i am forcing you to choose ONE

i hate mining, lmao. i’d say maybe 2/3 of my missions down there end without me eating dirt for the day. 🥹 unforch for us all tho it’s a good way to grind for rocks and other precious minerals. 😔 my go to plan is like, after the first day or two of a new season (when im planting) i keep an eye on the telly for how lucky we are every morning—and if it’s even mildly good i drop everything and run. i’ll take food (my snack bars, and then more substantial meals with luck or mining or speed or defence buffs, whatever i have), bombs, my best sword and a homeward bound totem. and then i just go in and fight for my life until about 1am (if i make it that far) and then i run to dive into bed. 🥹 i do find it very stressful, but at least it breaks up the days of running around the farm, i guess.

i’d love to post my layout! idk how to zoom out on the switch tho LMAO. have this instead, for the meantime:

i wear the bikini top all throughout the summer. 😌 i think my favourite animals are the rabbits, maybe. 🥺 or the ducks, they always seem so pleased—though i keep losing them in the grass. or the cows!!!

[innytoes]

im so damn in love with kidnapped by the fae AU. especially willex. I'm on my knees i just need a little bit more

Some loose Kidnapped by the fae!AU headcanons inspired by conversations with @floating-in-the-blue and @legolasghosty

-Willie is friends with the crows. Ray has accepted this. He's glad Willie is making friends, even if they're not human. He's also glad the crows never poop on his car anymore.

-Willie has a hard time with the whole concept of money. He's been raised by fairies. His entire life was a series of complicated rules about trades, kindness that is rewarded, except when you try to reward their kindness and it's seen as an offense, and sometimes there's tricks where you're punished either way, and other times Caleb is just amused he's asked for something interesting, and now they're telling him you can just... slide some paper and coins to someone and they do or give you specific things????

-Yes they had several long conversations about it because Shoplifting is Bad, even if they don't see you, if you want more strawberries you can just put them on the grocery list. No teleporting inside the greenhouse and eating them there is still stealing. Yes even if you clean their house for them. Please don't break into random farmers' houses to clean them, buddy, this is America, people have shotguns.

-Between Willie trying to eat things before paying for them while at the supermarket and Alex getting overwhelmed with all the choices and Luke just staring at everything modern (he really liked the automatic doors once Ray promised they weren't magic), Reggie is the only one who gets to come grocery shopping if he's in a hurry.

-Yes Reggie absolutely adores father son bonding time shopping with Ray. And also getting to pick special treats for his boys.

-But when Willie starts asking to come with because 'I have your silly papers now, I want to pick my own fruit please, I promise not to eat them until we're in the car' Ray is like: okay. And then: where the hell did you get money.

-Willie: =D The crows give it to me. Ray: You taught the crows to pickpocket??

-Willie just shrugs. "When you go to the place with the Fast Food you give the people in the weird hats the papers and they give you fries. I started giving the crows fries for the silly papers, and it works." He leans over to whisper: "Sometimes they get a fry just because they're good birds or they bring me something shiny instead."

-Ray is still in an existential crisis on if his new foster son and his empire of Crime Birds is something he should try and stop, when Willie is like: Like this rock!!!

Ray: WILLIE THAT IS A DIAMOND.

Willie: Oh is that good? You can have that one, I like this one better. And then he proudly shows Ray a random pebble with some pink bits in it.

-Listen four extra supernatural mouths to feed is a lot but also he doesn't want to get arrested trying to pawn it but also he can't go to the cops and say: the crows brought my kid this in exchange for a french fry. So the diamond ends up in like, a junk drawer.

-Now that they've all worked out that Sharing Is Caring Willie is no longer wanting to hiss in jealousy at Julie and they become good friends. She makes him flower crowns that he proudly wears everywhere.

-When Ray insists he has to wear a helmet to skateboard he pouts because it will crush his flower crown, so Julie makes him one that fits over his helmet.

-The boys all love Flynn and let her play dress-up with them until they 'find their signature styles'. Alex likes pink and comfy clothes and fanny packs, Luke will cut the sleeves off anything.

-Flynn teases Reggie that is he sure he came from the 90s and not the 50s and Reggie is just like: I already have a signature style and it's served me well thanks.

-Willie will wear whatever and makes everything look good but he likes crop tops because of the way it makes Alex go all flustered.

[toyfii]

just to be safe, cw: ed-related talk, kinda (but i dont have eds)

i hate this paternal biological parent creature thing person zo much. he keeps throwing away food thats perfectly fine. just bc its a day old, or a few days old, doesnt mean its going to kill us or make us sick or give us chronic illness. he also throws away food thats in the refrigerator for a few days, too. its always good food, it looks good smells good tastss good, but no there must be some invisible health monster that will kill me if i eat it. the feeling of... empty sadness and anger.. when i see the trash and see good food thrown in there. it makes me so upset so so so so ooooooo. he keeps listening to facebook or something. or asian health experts or something. hes so strict with what we can eat and whats "good" for us. it doesnt matter if it tastes horrendous and makes me gag and vomit, he thinks. as long as its good for you.

and all the good food, yeah if its a few days old, ummm that's too old and its not good for you, lets just throw it away.

i used to hide food in my room when i wanted to eat it. or, hide it in the refrigerator if it had to stay there. hide it behind other stuff. just so he wouldnt throw it away. i had to eat in secret, so he wouldnt lecture me about how i was going to destroy my digestive system or some nonsense like that. and i had to lie to him about what i ate, so he doesnt ask questions.

but ever since my dad remarried another family, ofc its impossible to hide anything. im so lucky that my room is safe still, but fridge is no longer safe. i have to basically force myself to eat whatever's perishable and whatever my dad plans on throwing out after i go to bed.

its very pleasant /s, having to force yourself to eat a lot, when youre already getting self conscious about your own weight and body. like i wish i could just save the food for tomorrow, and then nobody has to worry about cooking new stuff anyways. and i dont have to overeat. but noooono. my health is important or something. like if eatin day old food is going to shave years off my life, give me life-long stomach problems anf shit. no it won't. the Facebook people are lying to you. but he'll never believe that. he'll keep throwing more and more food away. get more strict. eventually all ill be eating is grass and water every day. or maybe the grass will be switched with fucking rocks. eating pebbles eating sand.

makes it worse when i already despise overconsumption and waste so much. i know how much hard work goes into everything we eat and use every day. all that hard work down the trash. for no reason at all.

makes me want to cry. hurt myself. try to erase all my thoughts and memories. every day i hav to choose,

force myself to eat n get fat (or vomit it all out 15 mins later) or waste food. either way, im making a bad decision and have no power to change it.