#logical nah hot yeah

[ants-personal]

its always benson should finger/tongue randys bullet wound and never randy should finger/tongue bensons bullet wounds

[augustinewrites]

it’s been…a while since you and satoru have gone on an assignment together.

having two young children at home made it difficult to take off on short notice and be away for days at a time. they needed stability and routine, so the two of you had decided that one person would stay home while the other was working.

for a while, that’d worked fine. but now that megumi and tsumiki were older, self-sufficient teens who loved nothing more than being left alone, satoru had seen this as an opportunity.

you’d still been a little hesitant, but it was a simple surveillance mission. easy, right?

“water. you need to stay hydrated.” you instruct when he gets back into the car. he takes the water bottle you’re holding out, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.

“gakuganji isn’t even home yet,” he reports with a sigh. you hum, distracted as you check your phone. gojo reaches across your knees to pull open the glovebox, rifling through colourful snack wrappers.

“tsumiki hasn’t texted me back,” you mutter. “should i ask nanami to check in on them?”

“nah, i’m sure they’re just super busy trashing the apartment and racking up charges on the emergency credit card. ah– found it!” he pulls out a black silk sleep mask, slipping it on so it rests on his forehead.

“really?” you ask, unimpressed as he holds a second one out to you. “you’re taking a nap?”

“yeah, it’ll be easier to sneak around when it’s dark, why stay awake till then?”

“is that a good idea?” you ask, though you know there’s really no point in trying to argue with his logic.

“your fault for keeping me awake all night. late night laundry folding is no joke.”

“if you’d put it in the dryer when i’d asked—”

“can’t hear you,” he sing-songs, pulling the mask over his eyes. “you can take a nap too, you know. that old fart couldn’t get past us even while asleep.”

“i’ll pass on the nap. need to wait for tsumiki to text.”

he grumbles something incoherent that you’re sure is meant to be argumentative as he reclines his seat a little and lays back, getting comfortable and quiet.

…for about 45 seconds.

you watch out of the corner of your eye as he pulls the mask up a half inch, just enough for his right eye to observe you.

“what do you want now?” you ask.

then, with casualty akin to asking what you want for lunch, he clears his throat and asks, “do you want to have sex?”

“do i want to have what?” you ask, turning to stare at him incredulously, but your face is hot and for a split second, you’d considered agreeing.

“sex,” he repeats, patting his lap with a shit-eating grin. “we’re going to be here for a while, anyways. these seats recline way back—”

“i am not having sex in this car with you, satoru!”

he groans over-dramatically (as he tends to do). “will you at least cuddle with me then? i’m desperate and touch-starved and hopelessly in love with you!”

you make a note to figure out what cheesy rom com he stole that line from, but lean across the console to trail kisses up his shoulder, his neck. satoru does nothing to protect himself from your overly affectionate onslaught, he’s quick to catch your jaw, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“wait. no, no, no!” he protests when you pull back, eyes suddenly trained on the house you’re meant to be watching. “you can’t just leave me high and dry—”

“he’s home!” you whisper, pressing a hand over his mouth (though he continues with muffled complaints). “pull the car a little further back before we get out.”

you’ve already summoned your shikigami as satoru maneuvers the car into the dense forestry, about to send them off when your phone vibrates in your lap.

“oh! megumi texted me,” you inform him. “he said…‘already made dinner. tsumiki is out on a date—’”

the car grinds to a halt and abruptly turns, the momentum causing your to slam into the side of the car as it peels out onto the dirt road. you curse loudly as your fiancé, devoid of all his playfulness from earlier, speeds through the forest.

“what the— satoru!”

[adventuringblind]

Band-Aids are for Speed

Lando Norris x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Street Racer AU

Summary: The five times she patched Lando up, and the one time he patched up her.

Warnings: Injury descriptions, broken bones, cuts, bruises, blood, illigal street racing, car accidents

Notes: Author is not a doctor but has watched medical dramas... don't judge my knowledge!

Side Note: I hope le requester enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The first time she met Lando, he was siting in the emergency room waiting to be stitched up. She quietly hums to herself while setting up as the other nurse changes places with her.

The deep gash on his arm makes her wonder what he did to get it, but she also knows better then to ask. He doesn't look like he's in the mood to talk anyway.

It takes approximately three minutes for her to retract that statement. "So, you come here often?"

The question takes her so of guard that she doesn't know what to do with it aside from take the next few seconds to process. Is it not obvious that she works here?

"Do you mean the hospital? Or in this room specifically?" She laughs lightly at the ridiculousness of her patient and blames the minor blood loss.

"Nah, I mean in my presence." He smirks.

She tries to focus on her work. "Can't say I have."

"Would you like to be in it more?"

He gives her his number before he leaves. He dots the 'i' in his name with a heart.

She texts him the second she gets him to ask if he's bless her with his presence again.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

In the few months they've been seeing each other she's learned that Lando is obsessed with cars. It's cute when he jumps into excited rants about his favorite subject.

With the amount they've been talking, it's not shocking that Lando texts her in the evening. She assumes it'll be another silly joke. Instead she's met with frenzied sentences and misspelled words about need medical attention.

She doesn't hesitate to drive to his place. In hindsight, she really should've asked him why he didn't go to A&E when he's bleeding all over the bathroom floor.

"Please tell me you didn't get jumped." She kneels down and sets about getting him a position where she can see what she's doing.

He groans in pain as she moves him. "Nope! It was spectacular though."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I crashed the car but still won." He lets out a triumphant hoot.

This man can never give her all the details at one. "You got in a car accident?! How is that winning?!"

"Because I won the money... duh." He's definitely delirious now. Probably has a concussion. "Oh, I didn't tell you? I street race."

There's that strange part of her that is intrigued and curious to know more, specifically because that adds to his sex appeal (like he wasn't hot enough already). The logical side of her brain that is currently staring at Lando bleeding says otherwise. "Uh, no... you didn't."

"Well isn't that unfortunate! You coulda seen me crash today if you had."

Lando is half asleep by the time she is done. She's barely able to wrangle him into bed with how uncoordinated he is. It's useless keeping him awake.

She turns the lights off and is about to leave - "Will you stay?"

"I can, yeah, do you want me on the couch or is there another bedroom?"

"In bed with me. You can stay here - with me."

Against her better judgment, she does.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

She doesn't usually work the weekend shift but one of the nurses is on vacation and she could us the extra hours. She leaves her phone on vibrate in her pocket in case of a 'family emergency.'

Said emergency being Lando who is more accident prone on the weekends. Somehow, less accident prone in the car and more when he's doing normal people tasks.

Sometimes she wonders if her gets hurt on purpose just so he has an excuse to see her. She keeps telling him he doesn't need one - just in case - but he still calls and she goes. It's not like she has much else to do with her time aside.

She really shouldn't be shocked when he ends up in emergency clutching his arm. He gives her a bashful smile and tries to awkwardly wave. "Hi."

"And what, my love, are you in for this time?"

"I slipped on the stairs..."

Another male, a tall brunette who she knows as George, hits him playfully on the head. "No he did not! This idiot decided it would be a brilliant idea to tie a skateboard to the back of Alex's car and sit on it while Alex drove."

She throws a stern look at Lando and his smile goes from bashful to downright embarrassed. "You're lucky it's just you're arm."

By the time he's set free into the world to make more impulsive decisions, she makes the executive decision to make him wait until she's done working. He puts a pout on his lips, but it goes away when she sends him to the cafeteria.

They drive home listening to the indie station. The one he's made her fall in love with.

"Thank you, again."

"You've got to stop thanking me, Lan. It is literally my job." She laughs a little at herself for that one.

"Yeah, but, that's not all. You're the only person who doesn't freak out on me for doing stupid shit. Like I know I shouldn't do it but it gives me that adrenaline that racing does." The sincerity in his voice nearly takes her off guard.

"I can't tell what to do, but I'll always be there when you need a patch job."

"And I'll be there when you need a ride." He winks.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

The first time she's at one of Lando's races, she can feel the thrumming in her heart. The excitement of the start and the fear that he could possibly die doing this.

He jogs over to her right before the start. His hands clumsily find her waist and he smash his lips on hers. "For good luck." He whispers as he pulls away.

She doesn't let go, however. She pulls a band aide out of her pocket and sticks it to his hand. It's a crayon, but she highly doubts he'll care to much.

"What's this for?"

"I had a little girl today who told me that Band-Aids give you speed. I thought you might try it."

"When I win, it'll be all because of you."

Lando does win. She buys more Band-Aids with some of the prize money.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

She's there when the crash happens. The boys had deemed her the official medical personnel. Which she's glad for, since they are the ones getting her to the crash site. In record time - it has to be - she's sure she's never gone this fast before.

She dives out of the back of the truck to the driver side door. Lando sits there, a few visible cuts, but he's smiling at her. She has half a mind to give the boy an earful, but refrains since he did just crash.

It takes her, Alex, and George to get him out of the car and into the truck. She stitches him up before they go home. In her car, mind you, since the one Lando drove is out of order.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be - just - please remember that I can't fix every kind of injury."

They curl up in bed together. The long night having drained them both of their energy.

"Maybe, but at least my odds of surviving until my thirties have gone up with you around."

"At this rate, you're more likely to die doing dishes then driving."

"That was one time!"

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to go home, not end up back at her job.

Granted, she's here for a different reason now. One that's not her fault and she's pissed about it. She's going to explode with emotions. Her body hurts so much.

Fucking drunk drivers. Who gave them the right to say it's her fault? Telling her she's lucky it wasn't worse.

A soft knock at the door draws her attention. Lando stands there look mildly disheveled. Still, he has his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. "Whatever am I going to do with you, my love? Always getting into accidents!"

He comes to lay beside her on the bed and she wiggles to make accommodate him. He pulls out a box of bandages from his pocket and proceeds to put them everywhere she has a new mark.

The stress of it all finally breaks through. She sobs into his shoulder and clings to his sweatshirt. "Thank you."

"Hey, none of that. I owe you for all the Band-Aids you've used on me and all those times you've patched me up."

"Does this mean I can drive your car now? Since I have extra speed?"

Lando raises his eyebrows. "Maybe not drive, but I can think of other things we can do with speed." He wiggles said eyebrows suggestively.

"How about, a speedy recovery? You have plenty of those."

"Alright fine, a speedy recovery - and I'll be here for all of it with a plethora of crayon Band-Aids because I bought them all just for you."

[in1-nutshell]

Autobots and techno organic buddy? The buddy is the daughter of Predaking but the Autobots don’t know until they run into Predaking while Buddy is with them.

In case you don’t know what a techno organic is, it’s essentially a human Cybotronion hybrid.

Its been a hot second since I've touched anything Predaking related. If this is not what you wanted, please let me know. Techno Organic Buddy is always a treat to see every now and then.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots react to Techno Organic Buddy being the daughter of Predaking

SFW, Platonic, Familial, slight angst, Techno Organic reader

TFP

No one knows where Buddy came from.

One day Buddy just appeared on the Autobots radar and the next became a part of the Team. It was certainly a confusing time explaining to Fowler and the kids what Buddy was.

“So you’re a Cyborg?”--Miko

“Miko!”--Jack

“What? I’m just asking.”—Miko

“Yeah I guess I am kind of a cyborg.”--Buddy

“See!”—Miko

“How did you become a cyborg?”--Raf

“I…I actually don’t know? I just am.”--Buddy

“How do you not know?”--Jack

“I just don’t.”--Buddy

“Do you even remember how this happened?!”--Jack

“Jack, I don’t even remember what I ate this morning. What makes you think I’m going to remember how ‘this’ happened?”--Buddy

“…Good point…”--Jack

“Great… more paperwork…”--Fowler

She had created bonds with the Autobots and the humans. Although her creation was still a mystery to the bots, some did help her explore her Cybertronian side.

Buddy was vague about her family whenever the topic was brought up. It didn’t seem too strange to the bots at first. Not many of them would necessarily talk about friends or if they had any family. But in comparison to the rest of the kids, Buddy rarely even uttered a word to the bots about them.

“It’s getting late shouldn’t you start heading out?”--Bulkhead

“Oh, pops wont mind.”--Buddy

“He wont mind?”—Wheeljack

“Yeah.”--Buddy

“But certainly your father is worried about you.”—Ultra Magnus

“Nah. He’s fine. I’ve been gone for longer.”—Buddy

“How much is longer?”—Wheeljack

“Hmm… what day is today?”—Buddy

The kids thought that Buddy may have a hard home. Which they did raise their concerns to their respected guardians. The logic made sense. Buddy rarely talked about them and always seemed to be around the base more than the kids. Maybe it was because Buddy was a Techno Organic? It could certainly be a cause.

Miko was the one who brought this up to Buddy. After all the two were as thick as thieves, sure Buddy wouldn’t lie to her about this.

“Hey Buddy!”--Miko

“Hey Miko!”--Buddy

“I was telling Raf and Jack over here about some stories about me in Japan. All comparing there to here. You got any stories about your folks?”--Miko

“Like what?”--Buddy

“Well you rarely talk about any of them. Mind telling me the reason?”--Miko

“Well… Its really just been me and Pops. You know I don’t know much about me being, well, me. He’s the strongest guy I know and he works far.”--Buddy

“That’s why you don’t talk too much about him? Is he a deadbeat?”--Miko

“No! No he’s not a deadbeat! He’s not perfect by any means, but he tries his best. The place where we were living in wasn’t the best. He sent me to Jasper for me to live a better life until he can join me.”--Buddy

“Wow…”--Miko

“Yeah…”--Buddy

“Didn’t know we were gonna get Buddy lore dropping now. What other secrets are you hiding under your plating?”--Miko

“Boring stuff. How about we go flying above the base instead?”--Buddy

“Yeah! Race you to the elevator!”--Miko

Somewhere on base…

Bulkhead, Ultra Magnus, and Wheeljack suddenly shuddering.

“What was that?”—Ultra Magnus

“Don’t know, but I don’t like it.”--Wheeljack

“My Miko senses are tingling…”--Bulkhead

“Your what?”--Wheeljack

Miko reported back as soon as she was done with the flying. This at least gave some peace to the bots.

The bots did meet Buddy’s father.

However, it was under less pleasant circumstances.

The Wreckers, Miko, and Buddy were scouting an old energon mine when a fearsome shriek was heard from above. Predaking in all of his glory landed a few feet away from the Wreckers spreading his wings out wide.

Ultra Magnus held his hammer tightly in his servos, Wheeljack whipped out his katanas, Bulkhead had his wrecking ball, Miko in her armor held her fighting stance eagerly ready to fight the dragon.

Buddy, however, stayed hovering behind Magnus.

Before any of them could formulate a plan of attack, Buddy flew past them and headed straight for the large Predacon.

There was yelling and running, they thought Buddy was about to die.

But something much more bizarre happened.

Buddy dove in for a hug!

And Predaking was wrapping his wings around them, as if he were hugging her back, before transforming and setting the Techno Organic on his shoulder.

“What the—”--Wheeljack

“Careful Wrecker, there’s children present.”--Predaking

“Hey!”--Miko

“Pops!”--Buddy

“That’s your Pop’s?!”--Miko

“Yeah?”--Buddy

“How?”--Miko

“Buddy you’re saying this guy, the Predacon is your dad?”--Bulkhead

“The same mech who hunted down Wheeljack and I?”--Magnus

“The same guy who crushed Magnus’s servo into scrap metal?”--Wheeljack

“Sorry about that.”--Predaking

“I think some explaining is necessary Pops…”--Buddy

“Very well.”--Predaking

Predaking was Buddy’s adopted father.

Predaking, while still in root mode, had met Buddy one day as she was transported to the Nemesis via groundbridge. Starscream was supposed to give her to Shockwave immediately, but for some reason, he had simply tossed Buddy at Predaking without thinking twice.

Predaking had pity on the small thing and took her under his wing.

Literally.

After that Buddy and Predaking were never far from each other. Starscream had once tried to teach him a lesson by going after her. The Second in Command was covered helm to toe with scratches and had one less arm that day.

After his transformation, Predaking realized that the Nemesis wasn’t the best place for Buddy right now, especially when he started questioning his loyalties. He sent Buddy away to the small human town below and told her to stay out of the con’s radar.

Well, she stayed off the cons radar, not so much the bots.

Now for the bots…

Everyone is confused. Especially when the story was retold to the others.

But comparing stories… it makes sense.

Buddy’s loyalties were not questioned. She had plenty of times to expose them to the Cons or have Predaking attack them, yet that didn’t happen. Buddy is loyal to the bots while Prdaking isn’t, but he isn’t loyal to the cons either.

Predaking is fine with Buddy being with the bots. He trusts them more than the Cons to keep her safe.

As long as Buddy is okay, its fine.

[moonspirit]

I am obsessed with Armin's intelligence. In my mind, he has a 200 IQ. Thoughts?

Heeello!!!

Hmmm you know, I think Armin's intelligence is often the thing that's most discussed with respect to him as a character - as in, touted as some kind of unattainable gift that nobody else has in AoT, and while it's true that he's incredibly smart and intelligent, I personally don't also think it's THE most fascinating thing xD

Now you're looking at me and thinking: hey, aren't you a diehard Armin fan? How can you say that?

No no no, listen xD

In my very humble opinion, yes he's smart, but he's also not, in the very literal sense of the word, a 5D mind chess player xD Armin's intelligence is one of his very valuable traits, and Season 1 establishes the fact that he's a rank (or several) above his peers when it comes to observation, logical reasoning, tactical & strategic planning, quick thinking, etc., but - he's prone to making mistakes. He's prone to oversight. He's prone to hesitation. He's prone to too much optimism and not enough realism. He's prone to a ton of other "weaknesses" that looking at his intelligence in isolation might not really make a lot of sense.

When I used to be on the titanfolk subreddit (🙃iykyk), I often used to see some people comparing Armin's intelligence with Erwin's and whining about how it didn't live up. My god, you guys, if you weren't there you should be GLAD because those threads would contain some of the most ridiculous "arguments" all the while blatantly ignoring the fact that one was an experienced veteran soldier in his forties while the other was... a CHILD. A boy of nineteen with not enough experience, commandeering or otherwise. I honestly believe Erwin was better-off in this respect simply because we don't "see" him being bogged down by as many weaknesses as Armin (ie the usual stuff, you already know it); plus, he's been places, seen things, knows how to play the chess. Does that mean that Armin isn't as intelligent as him? No, not at all, but now we're back at square one because, as I said, intelligence taken as a measure in isolation doesn't really make a lot of sense from a serious standpoint~

(non serious standpoint? - HELL yeah it's HOT)

Armin is highly intelligent and very smart, he's got the skills to become a great strategist, tactician, commander and diplomat; but he's also so very stupid and silly (affectionate) in other respects that cost him precious things. This is where characters like Jean (who's got great pluck and leadership), Pieck (with her wits and grounded realism), and Annie (who's cautious, calm, and highly analytical) play a part in adding to Armin's capabilities.

I honestly don't think Armin's That One Anime Character who possesses near-impossible foresight and figures out the solution to every problem at the speed of light.

Nah. He's SMORT, but he's also Just a Boy.

[otomiyaa]

Massage For Edamame

Edamura x Laurent

[Fic Reupload] - Requested by anon! I didn't realize it wasn't on AO3, odd! Thank you @wertzunge for saving it❤️

Summary: Laurent heard Edamura ask for a foot massage again, and this time he plans to happily indulge him. Little did he know that Edamura was joking: whoever with really ticklish feet would ask for a massage and mean it? Not him of course! (Also on AO3)

Warning: Rated M for hot make out sessions and sexual tension…

Word Count: 2K

To say Edamura liked having his life threatened, or enjoyed seeing his friends fake another death, would be exaggerated. Still, there was a certain thrill he got out of his con adventures with the gang, yet unfortunately they were now in New York, finalizing the least thrilling mission to date.

“P-Please! Give me my money back, I’ll do anything!”

Laurent had told him of these kinds of victims before. The begging, sobbing kind. He almost felt bad. Pulling his foot back from the sobbing man who had been acting like a haughty villain only minutes ago, Edamura scoffed.

“Anything, you say? Fine, massage my feet,” Edamura replied with an arrogant smirk, kicking him lightly with his foot.

“Yes! I will, I really will! Just please, return my money!” the man begged. Not that it was possible. He had already transferred the money to Cynthia who was of course not Cynthia the con-woman in this case.

“Don’t mind him, Edamame. Abbie, take him away,” Laurent commanded. Abigail grabbed the man’s collar and proceeded to drag him out, but not before having to pluck him from Edamura’s legs.

“Ah that was way too easy,” Edamura sighed when it was finally quiet. Laurent stood next to him. 

“It was a fine prize, it doesn’t hurt to have some boring cases once in a while. Want to go grab a drink?” he asked. Edamura only realized this might have been a subtle date-invitation after he shrugged it off. 

“Nah, going back to the hotel and shower.” So he did. On his way to the hotel, he wondered if Laurent maybe liked him in not only a friendly way.

Lately Laurent had been inviting him for drinks or inviting him to spend time together whenever they were not off conning bad people. 

He then shook his head. Nah, Laurent was like this with anyone. After having his shower and dressing himself in comfy clothes he stretched himself out on the hotel bed and yawned.

Boring, uneventful case or not, he was tired. So tired that he fell asleep, while it was hardly time for dinner. He snored and even drooled for a good twenty to thirty minutes before a strange sensation pulled him from his sleep.

“Back with me? Look who’s tired after such a way too easy con.”

Laurent Thierry. Ugh. Edamura felt his feet tingle a little, and he blinked his sleepy eyes to look at them. He was finally awake.

“H-Hey! How did you get in here?!” he barked, pulling back his feet. Laurent had been massaging them, ugh! 

“I know the staff here, of course I can get in any room I want. Cute socks,” Laurent said casually, nodding at Edamura’s ‘I heart NY’ socks. 

“Yeah, bought them yesterday. Okay fine but why are you here?” he asked. Laurent shrugged.

“You didn’t want to come with me for a drink so I go to you. Logic I guess? C’mhere, I’ll massage your feet for you, you seem really tired,” Laurent offered as if he hadn’t woken up said tired person just now. 

As Laurent grabbed his feet again to massage them, Edamura sputtered, “Nonono I mean why? Don’t!”

He tried pulling away his feet, but Laurent pressed them down on bed and started to massage them. His thumbs skillfully rubbed circles on his soles, one hand grabbing his toes and doing things to it as well that just… oh no.

Failing to concentrate, Edamura vaguely heard Laurent’s reply, “Today I heard you ask for a foot massage and it wasn’t the first time. I think I’ve heard you say it like three or four times more, I thought you’d finally like to have one.” Edamura was shaking. No, no even though it was a kind offer, this wasn’t-! 

“Pffft hehehe, t-thahhat’s because - no haha! I dihihidn’t mean, s-stop!” Laurent looked up at his big smiley- giggly face. At Edamura’s rosy cheeks, scrunched up nose and suddenly Edamura felt very exposed.

“Why are you laughing? Does it tickle?” he asked. Edamura nodded.

“Of course it does! And of course I wouldn’t seriously ask for someone to massage my feet! It’s just… something I always say when I want to be mean. I think people hate massaging feet because it is gross,” he admitted. Laurent raised his eyebrows.

“Massaging your feet would seem anything but gross to me,” he replied, and Edamura gasped when Laurent placed his feet in his lap and resumed the massage.

“Nonono I m-mean I really dohohon’t want - I’m too ticklish hahaha!” Edamura giggled uncontrollably.

He had turned himself around and clung to one of his pillows, desperate to pull his feet free from Laurent’s ticklish ‘massage’. 

“That’s totally alright. I can still massage you, even if you are ticklish. I don’t mind,” Laurent said, and Edamura totally spotted the teasy tone in his voice.

“Buhut I dohoho! S-Stop ticklihing me!”

By now, he was certain this wasn’t a massage anymore. Laurent’s fingers were moving against his soles in what totally felt like a deliberate tickle attack. This was not okay. 

“Not tickling, massage Edamame. A massage specially for you. Now hold still,” Laurent said.

If Edamura wasn’t mistaken, the tickling got even worse. His eyes widened when Laurent started to strip his feet from ‘I heart NY’ as well. Nooo!

“You suuuhuhuck!” he cried out, pounding the bed and struggling, kicking and thrashing with all he got - which wasn’t much. He was tired, and... he was just ticklish.

“You offend me, Edamame,” was Laurent’s teasy reply to the ‘you suck’ insult, and Edamura wanted to die when he felt how short nails started to scrape against the bare skin of his soles that was now slowly revealed.

“AAHhaha! No Laahaha-Laurent! It tihihickles!” he whined, throwing his head back and squealing for his life.

He heard Laurent chuckle and he blushed even more. Aagh! 

“Excuse me?” Laurent stopped tickling him for a second to look up at the source of the sudden third voice in the room. Kudo was standing there, smiling at them.

“I was asked to check if Edamura wanted to join for dinner, but I guess he won’t? What about you, Laurent?”

Edamura gaped at the old man like an idiot. “I’m good, thanks. We’ll see you later!” Laurent replied. Edamura watched speechlessly how Kudo headed back towards the door.

“No, wait! Help, he’s tickling me!”

Edamura shamelessly called out after him, but just before closing the door, Kudo popped his head back in and said: “You should tickle him under his toes Laurent, or even in-between. I’ve heard those do well. See ya!”

Disgusting old man! 

“Heard him~” Laurent chirped, and he easily pinned his feet down with one arm around his ankles, and tickled his now bare feet, aiming for his toes.

“AHAah- fahahack-noooo!” Edamura roared. 

“Hohow did heehe eheheven-!” he shouted but was cut off by his own never-ending giggles. 

“Like I said, I have connections here which mean the others do too. You would as well if, you know, this wasn’t just your own room. Hmm. Seems effective,” he said when he traced a few fingers under his toes, and Edamura literally shrieked. 

“Fuhuhck youuu!” he ranted through endless laughter. 

“That’s bold, Makoto. Fuck you too~ But let’s not rush it.”

Wait, what? Edamura could hardly think. There was so much going on: Being tickled, being teased, having his name called by Laurent instead of the stupid nickname, and his head couldn’t get around that last remark. Did Laurent mean he wanted to fuck him? No, probably not.

“AHAhaha lehehet go! S-Stop Lahahaurent!” he squealed, and finally he did stop.

Still embracing his ankles, Laurent watched how Edamura slowly stopped giggling, until all that came out were gaspy little breaths.

“You - are - so mean,” Edamura whined. Laurent rubbed the tops of his feet soothingly, which still tickled damn it, but not as bad. He could handle it.

“I hear that a lot,” Laurent said smugly. “You okay?” he asked when all Edamura replied with was heavy panting.

“Yeah,” he whispered, nodding.

“Still alive?” 

“Yeah.”

“Ticklish anywhere else?”

“Yeah.”

Edamura’s eyes widened. 

“I mean no- NO you bahahaastard I hahate you!” he cried when Lauren’ts tickly fingers suddenly sped up his legs, chasing after his knees and thighs and oh nooo not another round! 

Having Laurent after his inner thighs was also really a bad thing. It was such an intimate place to be touched and here this blond bastard was, tickling him there!

“NOhohot thehere! L-Laurehehent gehehet off!” Oh nooooo, panic. Abort mission, whichever mission that was! Laurent was now hugging his upper legs and continuing the attack on his thighs and his hips, looking up at him with that smirk. 

Oh no, even if Laurent’s tickly fingers hadn’t gotten to his stomach yet, Edamura definitely knew there were butterflies tickling him there from the inside.

“You are so cute,” Laurent commented with those intense eyes continuing to stare at him. 

“FAhaha-fuhuuck you!” he cried out again.

Fuck, this better be Laurent flirting with him because he was not going to accept this if it wasn’t. So, he did the only reasonable thing he could do. Which… seemed more reasonable for him in the heat of the moment than it ever would for bystanders, probably.

He forcefully grabbed the blond bastard’s hair, pulled him upwards which couldn’t have been entirely painless - sorry not sorry, and kissed him on the lips. 

“Hmph-!” With wide eyes, and thankfully with his fingers motionless, Laurent remained frozen until Edamura deepened the kiss, dragging Laurent up further and moving his lips, even adding a little bit of tongue.

He blushed as he kissed him. Oh lord. How was he even doing this, why was he- oh. Never mind. All was good, nothing wrong here: Laurent kissed him back.

Thank god. Before he knew it, Laurent was further on top of him on better level, and they were kissing intensely.

Laurent’s knee ended up between his legs, their tongues were battling for their horny lives and wow- Laurent grabbed both his hands and pinned them above his head with one. Edamura tingled at how dominant he appeared to be, but he was having none of that.

He had a few tricks up his sleeve too. He threw up his hips, grinding against him, and he smirked when Laurent moaned in the kiss.

Bingo.

Teasing him some more, he was unprepared for the hand on his ribcage, fingers digging.

“You really are ticklish anywhere, hm?” Laurent breathed in-between the kisses. Jerk.

Edamura felt how he giggled into the kiss, weak against the teasy tickles on his midriff, and he squirmed under him. He felt he was getting hard already, shit. Maybe tickling wasn’t that bad after all and- 

“Ahem.” 

Both of them froze, saliva dripping in-between them as they broke apart from the kiss. Laurent released his hands and they both turned their heads, just to see Cynthia and Abigail staring at them. 

“We… were wondering if you guys really didn’t want to come for dinner since we found this amazing all you can eat place but….” Abigail muttered. 

“I guess you guys are already eating all you can,” Cynthia said, and she winked.

“Don’t mind us then. Byeee~” Edamura stared in shame and embarrassment at the two ladies leaving again. Oh no. 

“HOW many people own a key to my room?!!” he barked, and Laurent laughed. 

“I’m sorry. I really am. I wish they wouldn’t have interrupted either,” he said, a charming smile on his face.

“No one has the key to mine,” he then said.

Edamura blushed, looking up at him. “Y-You mean…” he mumbled shyly.

“I can have you all to myself tonight. What do you say?” he asked.

Edamura swallowed. He definitely knew he would get more hot kisses like this. Possibly sex. Also, more tickling, but if it was part of the package deal, why not. And more sex, hopefully. In all good privacy.

“I accept,” he said, grinning. 

“Good.” Laurent then lifted him and carried him out of the room and towards his own. There, as promised, they spent the rest of the night with just the two of them with no more interruptions.

[icrypop]

Hi am I so excited to ask and request my first time asking you! I read some of you're stories and found them great! Especially the yandere SBG cast x reader ones those are the best!

OK YAY so here : reader is always in layers in summer I mean layers after layers not dropping a single sweat over and over untill it comes to winter and that girl is wearing shorts a sleeveless shirt ankle socks and sandals and girl is sweating shes like that one kid that's where shorts in the freezing cold even when it's snowing😨😔 and the group is flabbergasted

That's all I got 🥲 sadly

Can't wait till you replay send me a message if you can't do or you're on break (ﾉ´∀｀*)

Srry if disturbed!

Take care of yourself too!

"Your practically naked!!"

Poly! SBG Gang x Fem! Reader

Hrgagahda this was actually kinda funny to write

Sorry im taking forever :')

-Writer Icy<3

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The gang had always been curious about your peculiar fashion choices, but they chalked it up to one of your many quirks. Summer days would roll around, the blazing sun practically melting everyone else into puddles, and there you were—wrapped in layers like you were preparing for an Arctic expedition. A hoodie, a jacket over that, and sometimes even a scarf. You never looked uncomfortable, never broke a sweat, and barely seemed to notice the heat.

"You’re not… hot?" Ashlynn asked once, sweat dripping down her face as she stared at you incredulously during one particularly scorching afternoon. "Not at all," you replied simply, sipping on an iced drink as if that was enough to balance your sweltering outfit. The others exchanged glances, baffled but too distracted by their own discomfort to press further.

Then winter came, and you flipped the script in the most bizarre way imaginable.

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It was the first snowfall of the year. The gang had bundled up, wearing thick coats, scarves, and gloves as they met up near the school bus graveyard. They were shivering despite the layers, steam puffing from their mouths with every breath.

And then you showed up.

“WHAT are you wearing?!” Taylor practically screeched, staring at you like you’d lost your mind. You stood there in shorts, a sleeveless shirt, ankle socks, and sandals, looking as if it were just another mild summer day. Except for the faint sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Is… is she sweating?" Ben asked, pointing in disbelief. "She’s sweating!" Tyler confirmed, his tone filled with shock. "It’s below freezing, and she’s SWEATING!"

You wiped at your forehead casually, unfazed by the snow collecting on your shoulders. “Yeah, it’s a little warm today.”

"A little warm?" Ashlynn asked, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. "We’re in the middle of a snowstorm!"

Tyler folded his arms, squinting at you. "You were wearing a hoodie and two jackets in July, and now you’re practically naked in December. Explain yourself."

"I dunno," you said with a shrug, shivering slightly but brushing it off. "I just feel more comfortable this way. Summer’s too cold, and winter’s too hot." The group was silent for a moment, their brains struggling to process your logic—or lack thereof.

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From that day on, you became an ongoing mystery to them. Logan tried to lecture you about proper attire for the weather, but you always brushed him off with a breezy, "I’m fine." Aiden attempted to sneak extra layers into your bag, but you never used them.

Taylor even offered to buy you some stylish winter gear, but you just smiled and said, "Nah, I don’t need it."

The gang eventually gave up on trying to change your ways, though they never stopped complaining or worrying every time you showed up to the bus graveyard in a snowstorm wearing the absolute minimum.

Whenever any of them asked about your clothing vs. temperature issue, you just gave a sly grin, tugging at your sleeveless shirt as the snow continued to fall.

[icycoldninja]

FFVII incorrect quotes

Cloud: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Tifa: You mean glory days? Cloud: Ah, that too.

Barret: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough. Aerith : Yeah, you just catch it. Tifa: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit. Cloud: Then I just use a spear instead. Barret: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?

Zack, throwing a pokeball at Sephiroth: Sephiroth, I choose you! Sephiroth, not looking up from his book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.

Rude: Last week, Reno tried to flush a live lobster down the toilet "because it worked for Nemo".

Rufus: I taught the dog a new trick. throws ball Fetch! Dog: just stands there Tseng: He didn’t do it. Rufus: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.

Rude : Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Reno : No… not really. Rude : Are you going to do something about it? Reno : Hm… nah.

Cloud: Hey, Vincent, do you have any hobbies? Vincent: Swimming.. Cloud: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Vincent: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Genesis: Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly? Angeal: It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.

Cloud: …I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. Sephiroth, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

[idkwhatever580]

AGATHA ALL ALONG EPISODE SEVEN SPOILERS AHEAD

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Back at it again with the thoughts on Agatha all Along episode 7. I’m ready for this ride. Buckle up cowgirls.

OMG LILIA DONT DO THIS TO ME

Okay. I didn’t really need the recap but I totally watched the recap.

RIO HAS BEEN MENTIONED.

2:50

EX

best friend

Iconic. I knew there was something between them.

2:56

HOW DARE YOU YOU LITTLE BITCH YOU DONT DISRESPECT WANDA MAXIMOFF. SHE (possibly) GAVE HER FUCKING LIFE FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL CUNT

3:30

HAH this had me literally cackling bro ✋😭😭😭

It’s so iconic though like. Me too girl

3:42

What in the hotel Transylvania?!

3:45

You can be my mistress

3:52

SHUT THE FUCK UP I HATE YOU BITCH

Guys… I hate that little twink

4:14

You can see the hurt in her eyes. That cut deep. And I hate teen for it. There’s no way bro. I’m so angry. She is gonna be a meanie now 😖🔫

4:40

FUCKING WIZARD OF OZ (and wicked. Come at me) I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT I LOVE WICKED TOO IM SO EXCITED

I might love Angelina Jolie and her role but fuck you Billy. (I forgot to mention I will be jumping back and forth between Billy and teen now lol)

6:06

That’s a lot of swords bro ✋😭

6:30

YEAH SHES BEING FUCKING TRUTHFUL YOU BITCH TAKE THAT SWORD YOU BITCH

7:04

Damn. Kinda wish you didn’t move

7:35

LILIAAAAA YEAAAAHHHHHH

8:02

Oh lorrrddddd

TEEN IS THE SON OF THE SCARLET WITCH HOW DO YOU KNOW?!

So iconic

8:35

She’s so real for that. Fuck you Jen

9:12

Wtffff I’m terrified. She’s terrified so I’m terrified

9:33

Poor baby.

10:25

POOR BABY I LOVE YOU BABY

10:50

I HATE YOU

10:52

Nvm. You’re chillin. Still don’t like you but I don’t hate you. Take care of my baby

11:30

Wait. Noooo I’m so scared

11:41

NO YOURE LYING STOP

11:51

LMAOOOOO PFTFFTFTFTTTT

12:07

DO IT FOR ALL OF US WE ARE NOT COOL

12:13

BAHAHAHHAHAAAA “damn using his full name” WTFFFF

12:40

Nah shit lol

12:49

FUCK YEAH

13:20

Me every damn day

14:13

Okay we’ll time is not of the essence right now

14:44

LEAVE MY BABY ALONE

15:20

Just a baby guys. My baby. My baby. You’re my baby say it to me.

15:58

So fucking real but quit with the attitude Jen. I’ll punch you

16:09

IS THAT TEENS BOOK?!

16:23

DONT HIDE IT BRO

16:30

Me too gurl.

16:41

That is traumatizing

17:21

CALL ME BABY BRO…. Oh my god. I’m so bad. I’m so so bad. She’s an older esteemed gentlewoman and I am 18. I’m a fucking slut bro ✋😭

17:39

Querent? More like queerent WAIT OMG WE TWINS LMAOOOO

17:57

That’s so real

18:08

You’re a bitch. That’s what you are. I’m not as angry. But the way you treated my wife earlier… I hold grudges. And I hope rio does too.

19:10

Yeah. Enormous potential to get absolutely socked by me.

(Maybe I’m a little salty)

19:32

REJNION BRING BACK MY WIVES

19:38

Me with my essay bro ✋😭

20:02

IM MISSING A WIFE

20:26

That’s so fucking sad baby. I love you. I’ll take care of you.

You know what?? I bet she was terrified of getting sick even a little bit after this.

21:00

NOO I STG YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM TALP THIJGS BRO

22:13

WHY THEY LOOK LIKE THAT WHY THEY WALKING LIIE THAT BRO

22:35

Logically. I know Jen joins her. But I still feel like I’d believe it if she left

22:39

Awwww okay. I don’t not like Jen anymore. Sisters. We’re sisters. There were never much devoted sisters

23:02

YOU KNOW SOMETHING. YOU KNOW SOMETHING AND IF IT IS MORE THAN JUST YOU FALLING THEN ILL FIGHT YOU

23:05

Okay. I got it lol

23:20

Who is this diva?

23:57

THE COVEN HELL YEAHHG

24:30

Slay

24:40

DONT PLAY WITH ME ILL KMS SO HARD

24:54

If youre about to tell me that I’m not actually about to find out that Wanda’s tower reversed I’ll fight.

25:07

OH LAWD IM SCARED

25:09

OH LORD THAT WAS AGGRESSIVE

25:28

THAT SHIT ACTUALLY MADE ME GASP AND SCREAM IN MY DORM AT 11:09 AT NIGHT BRO

HELP WHAT IS THAT?!

25:32

NO RIO I LOVE YOU YES RIO BUT DO NOT KILL HER PLEASE DONT KILL HER RIO I LOVE YOU. PLEASE DONT KILL HER

25:52

THEY JUST CINFIRMED WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW BRO

25:59

I LITERALLY JUST SAID OUT LOUD “oh that’s hot”

✋😭😭

26:02

YAAASSSSSS WE BEEN KNEW THIS THOUGH

26:30

OH SHE ANGRY

26:43

Dayummmm she angry angry. I mean. I guess I would be too.

26:48

Idk what y’all heard but all I heard was MOMMY

27:02

HELL YEAH BABAYYYY

27:17

If it is Rio calling her a coward I will actually shoot someone.

27:23

Why the captions spell magic like magick? Anybody know that one? I’m not a witch so I wouldn’t know

27:35

OH FUCK NOOOOO

28:20

OH FUCK NO DONT LET THEM TAKE YOU BABY

28:35

GRAVITY

28:39

Okay little boo thangs Salem seven lollll they be swimming ✋😭🤣

28:57

WAIT IS SHE KILLING THEM?!?!

29:04

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO KM GONNA CRY IM SCTUSKKY GONNA CRY SO HARD DONT LET GO BABY DONT LET GO

29:11

NO FUCK NO NO NO NO

Omg I’m gonna throw up I’m getting so worked up

29:26

Thank you for not showing us that. I’m okay with gore. I’m not okay with heartbreak. Even though my heart is broken.

29:46

Awww she’s just a baby. Just a wee baby.

I have a love hate relationship with Jac Schaeffer

I’d much rather blame Kevin fiege. He’s def behind this all. Also. I’m a man hater so yeah lol (not fr tho)

In conclusion: I’m kms.

[xdbug-bob]

Incorrect Quotes Part 2- Maze Runner (Newtmas)

Thomas: You know me, Newt, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters? Newt: What? Thomas: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.” ____________________________________________________ Newt: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out! Thomas: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way? Newt: I don't know, surprise me!

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Thomas: One time I went to hand Newt a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.” ___________________________________________________ Thomas: I just got the best idea I've ever had in my entire life! Later Newt, to Thomas: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life. ____________________________________________________ Thomas: I made tea. Newt: I don't want tea. Thomas: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea. Newt: Then why did you tell me? Thomas: It's a conversation starter. Newt: It's a horrible conversation starter. Thomas: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate. ____________________________________________________ Thomas: Are you ready to commit? Newt: Like, a crime or a relationship? ____________________________________________________ Newt: Thomas, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Thomas: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound? ____________________________________________________ Thomas: very seriously You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help. Newt: I went to the park today. Thomas: There you go! I hope you got something from that. Newt: opening their coat This duck. ____________________________________________________ Thomas: Do you need help getting up? Newt: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor. ____________________________________________________ Thomas: Is five a lot of followers? Newt: Depends on the context. Newt: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers. Newt: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers. ____________________________________________________ Thomas: Hey Newt, check out this funny .GIF I found! Newt: It’s pronounced “jif”. Thomas: Huh? Newt: “Dot jif”, like the peanut butter. The creator said so. Thomas: That’s dumb, it’s Graphics Interchange Format. Thomas: The P in .JPEG stands for “photographic”, but I bet you don’t say “J-pheg”. Newt: “P” on its own isn’t pronounced like “F”, that’s totally different! Thomas: It’s exactly the same! Thomas: Name one word that starts with “G” pronounced like “J”. Newt: Gentrification. Thomas: Shoot, should have thought of that. I was just in San Francisco. Newt: For your logic to be consistent, you’d have to say “skuh-bah” (scuba) or “lah-seer” (laser)! Thomas: Yeah? Well, you’d have to say “J-pej”! Thomas: …Wait, “laser” is an acronym? Newt: Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation. Thomas: Huh. Didn’t know that. Thomas: You’re still wrong, though. Newt: You just hate me because I’m right. Thomas: I just hate you in general. Newt: You mean in “geh-neral”? Thomas: Ugh, I’m “joing” to kill you!

[thebluestbluewords]

and soon it’ll be spring

testing out some character voices. Set in a vague future timeline, fandom-typical discussions of child abuse.

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Carlos hasn't seen his mother in years. Hasn't spoken to her since he left the isle. There's phones, and computers, and mail service to the isle, and sometimes the reception even works now, but he hasn't reached out. 

Evie sends letters to her mother sometimes. She addresses them to her old castle, encloses herbs and chocolate and eyeshadow. She doesn't read the responses that come back, but her mother sends them anyway, and Evie keeps sending her packages even though she can't bear to see whatever her mother has to say back to her. 

Carlos can't even do that. 

He's a bad son, probably. An ungrateful brat. Useless. Worthless. His mother could have drowned him as a baby, killed him like an unwanted puppy, and they'd all have been better off without the bother. He's been a bad son since he was born. Weak. A vulnerability. 

He breathes, keeps his voice steady. "Yup. That." 

Diego moves in a flurry of violent motion. He's facing away, towards the river, but Carlos still has to suppress the urge to flinch. Diego wears heavy boots, steel-toes even though he's never been in a real factory in his life, and every Isle kid's seen the damage they can do. 

The rock he kicked goes flying into the river. 

"Fuck." his cousin snaps. "Fuck! I remember that." 

Carlos can't laugh, but there's a sort of bubbling fear that's catching in his throat, and he can let some of it out. "Hah. Yeah. Um, I sort of — I cried a lot, that summer? It was hot and awful and you wouldn't come by the house, and I wasn't allowed to be at yours, so we started looking for a better hideout that year. D'you remember when Ivy found that place by the forest—" 

"—the one with the metal roof, where we got trapped by Kaa and you rigged a crossbow out of guitar strings." Diego finishes. "Fuck. I knew we found a new hideout that year, but I thought it was 'cause we got those drums for Sierra and couldn't keep them quiet down in the warehouse." 

Carlos shrugs. He's always been the little one, the tag-along. Diego's gang didn't tell him anything when he was a kid, and they still don't really talk. He's magicam friends with Sierra and Ivy, but Mia won't even accept his follow request. They didn't want him then, they don't want him now, and it's not even really a sore point anymore. He's got his own pack. No teenagers really want a little kid hanging around them, especially a kid who's already showing that he's a weak point.  "Might'a been. I dunno." 

"Nah, it was 'cause dad didn't want you hanging around the house anymore," Diego says firmly, shaking his head. "We found a new place so you'd have somewhere to go'n hide when your mom went ballistic. You were tiny, y'know."

It's sort of a logical leap, but sort of not.

 "I'm still short." Carlos points out. "You don't feel compelled to protect me now, right?" 

"Hah. Hah. Very funny, nerd." 

"I'm just saying—”He ducks the hand that shoots out to scrub his hair into a rat's nest. Score one for Isle kid instincts. "I'm say-ing," Carlos continues, undeterred. "That you didn't have to protect me back then. I could've taken care of myself." 

"You were a kid." 

"And you were what, twelve? Thirteen?" 

"Older," Diego says firmly. He's still looking out towards the water. "Old enough to protect my baby cousin." 

"Mom didn't kill me. I'm still here." 

Diego's arms are smooth and unmarked by the round cigarette burns that cover Carlos's arms, hands, chest, belly. Anywhere he was soft, she liked to burn. 

"She could've," Diego rasps out. "She almost did. I wasn't big enough to stop her."

"The spell—”

"FUCK THE SPELL." he shouts. Too loud. People are looking at them. People in Auradon love to stare and judge VKs, even when they're dressed just like anyone else in the city, but shouting was a reason to stare even back home. 

Diego notices, and drops his arms down, swinging the cup in his hand back and forth like a melting pendulum of coffee and sugar.  "Fuck it," he repeats, quieter. "If Auradon wanted us alive so bad, they should've put in the work themselves instead of relying on the barrier to keep bouncing us back." 

Carlos lifts one shoulder in agreement. He's pretty sure that the spell does a lot more than just keep them in their bodies, what with the healing factor and the way it won't kick you back in unless you've got a body to go back to, but it's a solid enough argument if you don't go into specifics. Claudine and the religious types at Dragon Hall had a whole rant on tap about how the barrier was being used to bounce their souls out of their path to heaven, so that they'd rejoin their bodies again and keep them alive even longer, but thinking about the concept of souls makes Carlos feel an emotion that Mal calls "stabbing" and Jay calls "a working bullshit sensor." Evie calls it "a rational emotional response to religious guilt-tripping bullshit", which sounds better than stabbing, but like, the point still stands that souls aren't real and listening to Claudine's lecture about them makes Carlos feel mostly doubtful, and also sort of like he's a shitty person. Which is probably the point of religion.

"S'not really bouncing," he says quietly, keeping his voice low and face turned down. People stare less if they're not obviously talking to each other, because Auradon has different standards for communication and watching VKs shout-talk directly at each other makes people stare. "It's not like we ever really die."

Diego levels a flat look at him. 

"Okay, yeah, they should've put more work into keeping us alive," Carlos agrees, because it's true. Auradon locked them up and threw away the key, and didn't even bother to check on their island of villains once they'd settled down from the initial bloodshed and power scrambles. "But the scientific basis for being bounced back into our bodies by the spell just isn't there. If they're using the barrier to trap our souls or whatever in an impenetrable bubble, then how're new souls getting in for the kids born on the Isle? If it's a true closed system it doesn't make sense. And I know--" He sucks in a breath before Diego can get a word in edgewise, because he knows. The souls aren't the point. The magic isn't even the point. "It doesn't matter how they're keeping us there so long as there's still kids starving and being killed on that rock. I know. But I can't push the wheels of government any faster, because I'm not the fucking king, or a representative, or anything. I'm a testimony at best,and it's not like being born on the Isle gives me the power to do anything about it."

Diego snorts. "Wow, you can't fix twenty years of systematic disenfranchisement on your own? Call the presses, my genius cousin can't fix something in five years that took twenty to break in the first place." 

The guilt that lives in the place where other people keep their feelings swirls up in Carlos's chest again. "I could've tried." 

"In between what, surviving high school? Petitioning the king to listen to us? 'Cause it seems like we're a lot further than we'd've been without your crew's work." 

"I built a machine to break the barrier," Carlos tells the river. "Back home. Before we left. It nearly worked." 

Diego kicks another rock into the river. "I know." 

Carlos feels his heart stutter-stop. "You—what?" 

"I know," Diego repeats. "You built shit all the time. You'd talk about it in your sleep. I stopped by that treehouse of yours one time, and you had the whole thing torn apart. You were talking to your crew about it. I listened for a while."

"When?"

The cold bottom of his cousin's coffee cup bonks into Carlos's skull. "Before you left, genius. I dunno. You didn't have it working yet."

"I thought I was being sneaky about that."

"You were. I'm just sneakier. If you'd been reverse engineering the whole barrier, you'd've built it better right?" 

"I would've given us the dignity of dying, if that's what you're asking." 

"Yeah." Diego says quietly, and then. "Fuck. That's morbid." 

Carlos shrugs. Maybe thinking about better ways to die makes them morbid, but it's still comforting to think that if he'd been the one to engineer their prison, that he'd've been able to give them the mercy of actually dying. "We're villains. It's our speciality. We're supposed to be all about death, and murder, and stuff." 

Diego laughs. They laugh the same way, the two of them. More of a bark than a real laugh. There's probably some irony there, if they wanted to go digging for it. "Didn't you hear, little cousin? We're supposed to be good now. No more murder. We're reformed villains, no more claws and fangs." 

They're reformed, but Diego still calls at 3am sometimes, just to make sure that he's still breathing. 

"Damn, guess I'll have to return the axe I bought," Carlos drawls, hefting his cup up like it's a weapon. "And the rat poison, and the chains for the dungeon..." 

"Kinky." 

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Yeah, when it comes to Eric I don’t like how it feels like Bela is essentially being forced into a relationship with him because of what happened on Christmas.

Yeah him dying was messed up but it wasn’t Bela’s fault. Sasappis is the one who came up with the idea and Trevor, Bela and Eric all agreed to it. And even then no one thought Eric would die from it (though admittedly they should’ve anticipated someone dying from electrocution).

And yeah Bela said while Eric was out that she would’ve dated him, but given the fact that Eric lied to her afterwards about seeing ghosts, because he was insecure, and Bela is still crushing on Trevor, even if she’s not actively pursuing it, it feels like the relationship isn’t really working out.

As for Eric, while he is not exactly a “nice guy”, especially compared to ones I’ve seen irl and in other pieces of media, he’s still a simp. He does all these things for Bela because he’s in love with her, but if she doesn’t feel the same way and he truly cared about her, he would take a hint, back off, and simply be content with being at most friends with her.

That said, when it comes to Bela and Trevor, might be unpopular opinion, I don’t think a relationship can work out between them, mostly since he’s dead and she’s alive. And even if Trevor was still alive, he’d be 50 something years old, much older than her, and probably have a partner already. Though in an au where he was a living 30 year old born in 1990, then I’d say go for it.

This is my biggest issue with Bela/Eric relationship. In the moment, saying that she loves him makes sense, he just did this thing that caused his life and it's very emotional. But it also establishes that they got together because she feels like she owes him. She can't break up with him unless something major happens because he could just be like "I DIED for you" and guilt her into it.

The fact that he lies about seeing ghosts and Jam still encourage her to be with him says a lot too. If she is questioning the relationship, she has no one, apparently, to turn to because the closest people to her would guilt her into it. It's not a great basis for a relationship.

The fact that he didn't come to Christmas and she asks about Trevor suggests that she's still not all that into Eric but everyone else likes him so she just accepts him.

Now for Trevor/Bela.

While I do love the ship and would like to play with it in fanfic, I agree it probably wouldn't work out.

The reason that they're still hung up on each other isn't just mutual attraction, it's because the relationship wasn't allowed to fizzle out on its own. It was shut down.

Logically, they wouldve continued online, Bela would've asked to meet him, find out he's a ghost, and maybe they could have tried / maybe not, but it would have fallen apart if and when Bela gets tired of not being able to see him or be with him. Maybe being IN Eric would have given them the opportunity to talk about where they could actually go from there (after getting the horny out). I think they both knew it was just a way to get the residual feelings out. But they didn't get that so they keep having these feelings.

As I said with the last episode, I strongly think it's a what if thing. They've never gotten to address their connection or what almost happened, they've never gotten to address what could have been or what they would have been for those couple of days, and so it's a question mark that makes them wonder.

So do I think they would have worked out? Probably not. Do I want them to? Could be fun. Do I think the show will? Nah. Is it fun to play with? Yes.

As for AUs, I could see Trevor being into his hot secretary or maybe he divorces at 50 and meets her. Age gap relationships can work. Especially in fanfic. I would also love Trevor born in the 90s. That would be fun.

Thanks 😊

[semperama]

Omg ok like maxiel sensory deprivation (???) blindfold situation or however u wanna take that

cw for a very brief mention of off-screen watersports and fisting

"How will I know if I'm hurting you? Or if you want to stop?" Daniel asks, sliding the slippery satin back and forth across his palm. He'll tie the blindfold himself. The idea of Max doing it for him...Nah. Nope.

"I will pinch you," Max says. He's grinning, like none of this is a big deal. "Really hard. Right here." He taps Daniel's side, just above his hipbone. "But you will not hurt me."

Daniel wrinkles his nose, shakes his head. "You don't know that.

"Yes, I do," Max says, and pulls him in for a slow, sweet kiss that melts some of the tension between his shoulder blades.

He's not sure how he let Max talk him into this, but then again, he's felt that way about pretty much everything Max has ever asked him for in bed. Between the two of them, Max is definitely the freak. Still, Daniel rarely has complaints after the fact. Okay, he never has complaints, except for sometimes a sick-sweet shame he feels--at the sight of a red handprint on Max's ass; at the feeling of Max's hand wrapped around his dick, directing a stream of piss onto his own chest; at the sound of Max whimpering his name while he clenches around Daniel's whole fucking fist.

"Please," Max says when he pulls away, and--yeah, that's why Daniel always agrees. Always says yes.

He kisses Max one more time, then closes his eyes--nonsensically, considering what he's about to do--and lifts the scarf to tie it around the top half of his face. When he opens his eyes again, he can still see a little bit--just light and shapes--but he can't make out Max's expression, and he supposes that's the point.

"We can skip the headphones," Daniel says. "This is probably enough."

"No," Max says. Then, again, "Please, Daniel."

He can't pretend he fully grocks Max's logic in this one. Max was a little stammery when he explained it, the ends of half of his sentences bitten off. Something about wanting Daniel to worry about him less. I do not think you think so much when you are driving. I want you to be with me like that. It sounded fucking terrifying to Daniel at the time, and even now that he's had time to sit with it, his heart is pounding. What if Max doesn't end up liking whatever version of Daniel comes out when he's not trying to please Max? If Daniel worries, or if he thinks too much, it's because that's what makes it good, right?

But this is what Max wants and--and Max has never steered him wrong, so--

Daniel already queued up his pre-race playlist, so when Max slips the headphones on him and the music fills his ears, he immediately goes to that place, his anxiety morphing into that familiar adrenaline-pumping, ready-for-attack feeling he gets when he's on the starting grid, the car hot and vibrating underneath him.

It's strange, though, to have his senses so cut off. When he's in the car, his vision feels hyper-sharp, and his hearing is tuned to the radio and the sound of the engine. Now, the music fills up all the spaces inside him, every facet of his attention. It's disorienting--but only for a moment. Only until Max takes his hand, squeezes it, and then brings it up to cup his own cheek.

Daniel kisses him carefully at first, like he needs to relearn his mouth. And maybe he does, because he's never experienced it quite like this. The music recedes a little into the background, edged out by the feeling of the stubble against Daniel's lips, and of Max's tongue sliding against his, and of Max's fingers digging into his shoulders. It's tempting to focus on those fingers, to try to gain some clue from them, but as if Max is reading his mind, his grip relaxes suddenly, his fingers petting the hair at the back of Daniel's neck instead.

They got Max ready ahead of time, so when Daniel lets his hand drift down between Max's legs, he can dip two fingers inside him easily. He immediately feels a pang of regret at the lack of feedback. He knows Max will have let out a little moan just then, but he couldn't hear it.

Max wants him to follow his instincts though, so he takes a deep breath and tries to get out of his head, focusing instead on the throb of the bass in his ears and on the way Max feels around him, how hot he is inside, how he clenches when Daniel tugs a little on his rim. After a minute, he withdraws and lets his hands smooth up the inside of Max's thighs, enjoying the breadth of them, the soft hair against his palms. On impulse, he leans down a bites down gently on the meatiest part, his hips rolling against the bed. It wouldn't even take him long to come like this, he thinks. Just worshipping Max's thighs and humping the sheets.

But that isn't what Max wants. And if Daniel's being honest, it's not what he wants now either. His heart is still pounding, his hands sweaty. All this adrenaline needs somewhere to go, and if Max wants it to go into him, then Daniel's going to give him exactly that.

He can't ask Max if he's ready, and he knows--yes, he reminds himself, he knows--that Max is ready, so he lines himself up and lets himself sink into him in one smooth, unbroken motion a groan he can't even hear rumbling its way through his chest and out of his mouth.

Daniel rarely fucks with music on. He's too susceptible to getting lost in the music and forgetting to set the right pace. But this time, he doesn't have to worry about that. All he has is the music--and the flex of Max's thighs and abs under his palms, and the narrowing spiral of pleasure deep in his gut. There's something almost disturbingly primal about it, about pushing his way into Max again and again and having nothing else to set his attention on but chasing his own high. He fucking sucks at meditation, no matter how he tries, but this is the closest he's come to quieting his mind in as long as he can remember.

It's not just about him, though. It's Max. Max all around him. Knees hooked around his waist. Fingers fluttering up and down his back as they try--obviously--not to clutch too hard at him. Daniel fucking loves him so much. He loves that Max wanted this and trusted him with this. He loves that Max makes this kind of thing happen for them. Max mind works in ways Daniel will never understand, but honestly, thank fucking God for that.

He can feel it when Max comes--not just the way Max clenches around him, but the sudden wetness that first hits Daniel's chest and then his stomach. Without thinking, he swipes his fingers through the mess and then gropes for Max's mouth, getting his cheek first before pushing inside. Max sucks hard, licks him clean, and Daniel has to pull away and fall to his elbows, tucking his face into Max's neck like he can hide from the wave of pleasure that breaks over him, pulling him under.

As soon as he can breathe again, he rips the headphones off, then the blindfold, and pushes himself up to look at Max's face. What he sees there is much the same as always: Max's cheeks are red, his eyes slightly wet, his mouth slack and his lips shiny-plump. He looks happy, thank fuck, and--

"Hey," Daniel says, frowning, "are you laughing?"

A snort escapes from Max, his chest visibly vibrating with it now. Daniel supposes there are worse reactions he could have, but this isn't exactly the evaluation of his performance he was hoping for.

"You started humming, toward the end," Max says, his voice pitched high with mirth. "It must have been a good song."

Daniel groans, burying his face in Max's neck again as the blood rushes to his face. "You're a good song," he says, pure nonsense, but also maybe not. "I hate you."

"I love you too," Max says, and turns his head to press a kiss to Daniel's temple. Daniel sighs and closes his eyes and lets himself feel only Max for a little while longer.

[cherry-poppins]

Drunken Confessions (UF!Sans x Reader)

I'm not good with words but I’ll pour my heart out to you

Drink until my heart and mind are through

I look into your eyes and I see a reflection of mine

I think we’ll be alright

“What do you mean?! Is he alright? Why didn’t you stop him?! Yeah I know it’s your job but still…. yeah yeah I'm on my way, don’t let him leave and keep an eye on him till i get there, i mean it” You hand up the phone with a sigh which quickly turned into a groan. Quickly grabbing your jacket you make your way over to Grillby’s. 

You had received a call from Grillby requesting you to pick up Sans, finding out he was more liquor than skeleton and that he didn't want to deal with San's “drunk ass”.

Kicking the snow of your shoes as you enter the bar, scanning the area only to find Sans slumped over the counter giggling to himself. Well at least he was in a good mood this time.

After hearing the door close, his skull lifted a little to glance over at you. His drunk daze melting a little as he grinned happily at you, waving with enthusiasm and winking at you “eyyy! there'z ma babydoll! whut’s happnin’ hot stuff?~” 

Oh yeah this was gonna be real fun. 

“Saannnsss…..” you let out in a sigh, giving him a sympathetic gaze before asking. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“hmm… not nuff.. haha…” he grinned, giggling to himself. He had multiple shot glasses and a half empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight, the complete opposite actually. Yet whenever he did shots that logic seemed to fly out the window. “oh! I forgot to ask; how do ya like my outfit?” he spun around on the bar chair, striking a pose.

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. Followed by a laugh that you were trying so hard to hide. “I think I'd like it a lot better if you were sober, Sans”

“Well where's the fun in dat, eh~

“Oh my sweet drunk, bone boy…” You whispered sweetly, giving him a sweet look. You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was like this. He could get a scolding after his hangover the next morning. “Have you eaten?” You asked as you put your arm around him. He usually forgot to feed himself, something you learned about sans when he got drunk. Which is funny because he loved to eat, anything and everything. 

He takes your hand, giving it a light squeeze with his cold bony hand.  “Nah, ‘m actually pretty hungry.” He says, glancing at you with his wide eye lights and his goofy grin. “Wanna get a slice of pie and watch tv with me, doll?”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back in recognition. “Pie and Tv sounds fucking amazing right now” you answer as you helped sans out of his chair. “come on you ol’ bag of bones let's get you home”' You paid Sans bill, leaving Grillby a generous tip. Joking that he needed it after tonight, which rewarded you a laugh from the flame monster. A rare treat.  

The wind blew, and the snow was falling lightly. It was such a calm, tranquil night. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees, the sounds of crunchy snow under shoes, and the occasional chatter between the two as they walked home. 

You breathed in the cold night air, smiling as snowflakes decorated your face, scattering themselves throughout your hair. Looking down at Sans you could help but smile, once again giggling to himself as he recites the worst of puns. With the occasional dad joke or two. They were so bad that you couldn't help but laugh. “So Sans, what were we thinking of watching when we got home?” You ask as you unlock the front door to the house.  

He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, watching you make your way into the kitchen. Fetching the two of you big slices of pie “Shitty movie marathon!” He says in a goofy tone, throwing himself onto the couch. He immediately grabs the remote and turns down the tv volume. He snuggles in close, putting his cold hand on your leg. 

You could help but grin at this, snuggling him back making a comment how fucking cold his hands weren and taking one of them into your own to warm it up. This was a tradition you and Sans had, every few months you and Sans find shitty movies to watch. Usually found at the dump or given to you by Alphys, binge 'em till they’re either so bad you have to stop watching or you fall asleep…. We always fell asleep. "Yeah, Shitty movie marathon!!" You chanted enthusiastically, handing him a slice of pie.

Sans took his slice of pie stuffing his face quickly, his eyes glued to the screen. He seems like he’s having a good time, occasionally stealing a glance at you with a smile. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, finding San's antics quite charming. You enjoy eating your slice of pie watching a movie about a troll in a city who could magically make flowers grow…. It was horrific but shit talking it with Sans made it all the better. "Still drunk, bone boy?" You couldn't help but ask. 

His eyes widened a little bit, freezing in the middle of swallowing a bite of pie. “Uh-“ he swallowed quickly, gulping down the bite of pie “y-yup.” He glanced away quickly, embarrassed and flushed slightly. He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, trying to calm his nerves down. He was never very comfortable telling white lies though… he always feels guilty afterwards… he’s never really gotten any better at them. 

You instantly catch onto his lie, his body language and response said it all. Something you picked up with Sans was the lies... Not big ones, lil innocent white lies that everyone tells.But seeing him nervous like that gave you some questions. You thought that was strange, you thought you two were having a good time, what happened. Did you catch him at a bad time? Was he mid thought of something? "You sure? What's up?" You question slightly, giving him a little nudge.

His lips part slightly as he ponders for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. After a couple seconds of hesitating, his face turns a bright shade of red.

“Well…” He starts before turning his gaze. He seems incredibly nervous as his voice gets all scratchy and his hands start to shake slightly. He takes a breath in through his nostrils, letting the air fill his lungs as he pauses. This is unlike the bold and cocky Sans you knew.. But this wasn't new, Sans always had an anxiety issue but he seemed to deal with it very well. 

Putting your plate of pie to the side you take both his hands into yours, rubbing your thumbs along his knuckle. You knew Sans was never good with his words, but he was trying. And you did your best to encourage him when he did. "Sans.... you don't have to tell me what’s wrong but....i want to help you, even if it's something i can’t help with perhaps saying it will give you some peace of mind." You look into his eyes gently, leaning your forehead into his. "I promise  won't think any less of you" 

His eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of breaking down. He opens his mouth a couple times before finding his voice. For a strong skeleton who could wipe out armies with a single attack, he seemed so fragile. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes and says the words.

“What are we?” 

oh…

The question completely threw you off guard. So this… this is why he… You didn't know what to say, the look on his face broke your heart. But this explained so much, getting drunk at the bar, the shitty movie marathon which was our tradition!! Why you and Papyrus couldn't find him early that day. Why he was being weird all week! Fuck you were really bad at reading him sometimes. 

You always thought you were together, an unspoken thing between you both. Heck even papyrus thought we were already “mates”, as much as you hated the term as it didn't describe your relationship one bit. Reassurance and confirmation is what he wanted. “Well I thought we were together already…. But i’m guessing a verbal confirmation is what you’d like” 

He nodded slowly, sweat beading down his skull as he avoided your gaze.

You take his head with your free hand, tilting it up to meet your gaze. You spoke softly and sweetly as he listened to every word.“We’re partners Sans, we may not be like every other couple here in the underground but we do we. We may not do the whole “dating” thing but that doesn't make us any less partners. If you’d like, I can take you out on dates and you may take me out on some if you’d prefer.” 

He nodded slowly, whispering a thank you as you ran your thumb along his cheek. That seemed to ease some of his nerves but there was something else. Before you could ask it seemed to already slip outta him.  

“I… I think I love you… ”

A beat of silence followed by a blink before the realization hits you. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to find the words. But as his gaze caught yours, you looked at him with wide eyes as his was brimming with tears. The look on his face broke your heart, knowing this was very hard for him to do.Yet you were proud of him for saying so… it was a lot of emotions for you to process. So you did the first thing that came to mind. 

“I don't know if this is too soon or if ya not into that shit but i… w-what?” his voice stutters as you pull him into a hug, snuggling into his thick sweater. He tenses at first, unsure how to react but he slowly melts into the hug. 

"I love you too ya bone head.....” You whisper to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek “Thank you for telling me" 

He seems a bit taken aback by the kiss, completely taken unaware as it landed right on his warm, bony cheek. He’s still completely red in the cheeks, his heart starts racing again. The kiss made it completely skyrocket, feeling all warm underneath his shirt. He was still embarrassed from telling you his feelings because he wasn’t really very good at dealing with his emotions in general…but he wasn’t complaining… just very flustered.  

You couldn't help but laugh, overwhelmed with joy. As well as the look on San's face. Huh maybe you should've taken things slow? You weren't exactly the best with relationships, and you were a mess but... Sans said he loved you.... that was good enough for you. " So how are we gonna do this, Now that we’re officially dating?" you couldn't help but ask, slightly nervous. It's not like things were going to be any different right? 

“Well… what do you wanna do?” He says, grinning. His eyes are completely locked on yours with a shy, flirty look in his eyes as he takes your hands in his once again. “I mean do we do what we’ve always done? Or like…” his cheeks start getting red again, him still having to get used to all the lovey-dovey couple stuff that went with dating.

You couldn't help but mimic San's shyness, instinctively averting your eyes occasionally looking back. You weren't usually this nervous, but you weren't used to “proper” relationships or dating... or couple stuff.... You felt a little overwhelmed. You didn't know why, you were fine just before thinking that you two were together. Why should it be any different now?  "Um.... im not sure.. also for the record i'm not really good at the whole lovey-dovey dating thing.... I would be just fine if we didnt what we’ve been doing ya know? " you say anxiously, your voice trailing off at the end. Your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest... and your stomach felt kinda sick. 

“Like yeah I steal your sweater and stuff, you and I flirt and make lewd comments back and forth. we cuddle a lot, occasionally get touchy and shit but I can't….. I don't know if I can do uh…I can’t…” 

Sans eyes widened as you spoke, kinda understanding what you were getting at. He gently stroked his phalanges along your knuckles. He reached his free hand out to stroke the side of your face tenderly. His fingers were cold but soothing on your skin, stopping you mid ramble. He could already tell that you really had no idea about romance or all the cutesy coupley stuff and that you were uncomfortable or unsure about doing anything more. 

He sighed as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. “Darlin’ we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t wanna do. ‘Kay?” 

You thank him slightly, hugging his arms around your waist. Grateful that you didn't need to explain yourself and that he was already on board. You look up at him, grinning as he flashed his pretty smile, his gold tooth glinting in the light. You felt safe in his arms, loved under his gaze. And you know too that he felt loved by you. You close your eyes as you hear Sans purr softly, feeling the vibrations from his rib cage against your back. It’s like everything is okay when you’re with Sans. 

… You two were going to be fine

Authors Note:

I wasn't expecting to write another Underfell Sans oneshot and yet here we are…. i also have another oneshot for him lined up but that's gonna be a while. I guess he's my favourite right now? writing wise anyways, I'm trying give love to my other skeletons such as UF and US papyrus, a US Sans oneshot that was requested, Some FSG Sans because theres is not enough content for my man and im so upset!! Like come on!! I'm trying to write as much as i can but its hard because motivation has been lacking and I've been working late nights at my job but hopefully i'll write more soon. Y'all seemed to enjoy my last UF Sans oneshot so hopefully you'll like this one. :) <3 (have i edited this, yes. Do i think its shit writing…. also yes. But i swear i need to post it because this one is "finished" and if i dont post this one now imma still be editing and rewriting it for another few months)

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Zoo visit

whumptober24 day 5- heatsroke fandom- batman TW- none summary- Damian was so excited to see the new lion exhibit.

masterlist ao3

They’d been wandering around the zoo for close to five hours now. Damian loved it. He’d been so excited when he’d heard about the new lion enclosure they’d set up for the lions rescued from the trafficking ring that was going to kill them for their pelts. It was only going to be a temporary exhibit while the lions healed from the wounds and malnutrition they’d suffered before they were returned to the wild.

Damian had been wanting to go since he’d heard about it, but hadn’t wanted to bring it up.

Thankfully, Richard had mentioned it at a family dinner and had suggested that the whole family should go.

While Damian would have rather gone with just Richard or Father, he also suspected that Richard had mentioned it for him. So, he wouldn’t be too cross with him. 

Especially since Father had said he was too busy to go.

They had already seen the lions, and Damian had questioned one of their caretakers until he had been sure that the lions were being taken care of properly and that the release plan was a sound one.

Now they were just trying to finish seeing all the exhibits. 

It was dreadfully hot, but Damian could deal with it if it meant getting to see the animals. Several times, the rest of the family had stopped under some shade to rest, and now they were stopping again!

“I will continue forward since you all are too weak to do so. You can catch up when you’ve had sufficient… rest.” Damian said, trying not to sneer or sound too impatient. 

“Come on, demon brat. We’re just resting for a little bit. It's hot outside.” Todd said, rolling his eyes.

“How very observant of you.” Damian replied.

“Listen here, you little–”

“That’s fine, Dami. We’ll catch up to you in a bit.” Richard said, showing again why he was Damian’s favorite. “Just make sure to drink plenty of water, ok?” He pressed a bottle into his hands, and Damian took it quickly so he could go.

“Of course.”

He had seen two exhibits and was about to move on to another when he suddenly felt dizzy. He grabbed onto a nearby railing to steady himself. He breathed through his nose till the sensation had passed. But as soon as he took another step the dizziness returned this time accompanied by nausea. Through watering eyes he spotted a bench and slowly made his way toward it to sit down.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Where was everyone else? Where was Father? Where was Richard? He should call him, but the idea of moving, even just to take out his phone, made the nausea worse. 

He focused on his breathing. He wouldn’t throw up. He refused to. He just had to wait for Richard to get there.

It felt like hours before Damian heard them, though logically he knew it had probably only been maybe twenty minutes.

“Hey, Dami.” Richard said.

Damian only grunted in response, afraid to open his mouth.

“Are you ok, bud?” Richard’s excited voice quickly turned to concern and his face looked even more worried when Damian didn’t answer. His older brother held a hand to his forehead, and Damian tried not to lean into it.

“You’re burning up.” His brother looked down and frowned. “You didn’t drink any of your water.” he said, picking up the still sealed bottle that Damian had set down beside him. He sighed. “I’m sorry, Dami, but we’re going to have to go home early.”

Damian wanted to protest. He still hadn’t seen all the exhibits, but he also felt miserable. 

“You guys go on ahead, I’ll call Alfred to pick us up.” Richard said.

“Nah, I think we’re all ready to go home.” Brown said.

“Yeah, it's way too hot out here, and I have too much work to do.” Drake said.

“Alright then, let’s head back.”

As the rest of his siblings started heading toward the exit, Damian tried to stand up and almost ended up falling over as he lost his balance, but Richard caught him.

His older brother bit his lip, bending down to his level. “I think I'm going to have to carry you, Dami. Is that ok?”

Damian felt his face burn even hotter than it already was. He was weak. He shouldn’t need to be carried, but he couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the exit on his own. When he reluctantly nodded, Richard bent down so that he could climb onto his back. He rested his head against Richard’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

It felt nice.

As long as it was just Richard, Damian would allow this. He would rather die than let one of his other siblings carry him like this. And if they commented, Damian would make them regret it.

[drpeppertummy]

If you're still taking writing ideas.. ignoring logic, of two older men, one who seems to have problems walking. Leon and shel should go to an amusement park, whether they just get to be cute or someone gets sick is up to you.

We're Sending Their Asses To Six Flags

[mild hunger, stuffing, tummyache]

"I gotta sit down," groaned Shel, dropping himself onto the nearest bench. "How the hell did we get sucked into this? I can't walk, you're afraid of all the rides. You know what there is to do at an amusement park?"

"Walk around and go on rides?" Leon sat down beside him.

"Walk around and go on rides! Next time Marla tries to rope us into goin' on some trip, we're tellin' her no."

"They got snacks," suggested Leon.

"What, forty bucks for a churro. They rob you 'cause they know you got no other choice." Shel leaned back, gazing off into space. Leon didn't take his moodiness personally; he knew his friend's knees were getting to him. And he was right, after all. The prices were nuts. He did, however, recall seeing a few people enjoying big baskets of fries earlier. They were surely expensive, but at least it wasn't a tiny portion. His stomach growled.

"I'm starving," said Leon, placing a hand on his belly. "I think I'm gonna let 'em scam me. You want anything?"

"Nah."

"Alright. I'll be right back."

It took a couple minutes to track down, but the source of the fries wasn't far. Leon braved the long line and returned back to Shel with a large basket of fries, complete with a few cups of dipping sauce. It was far more than he could eat on his own, but that was alright; he supposed Shel would probably have some. And for the size of it, the price wasn't even that bad. He sat down beside his friend, belly rumbling again at the smell of the hot fries.

"Got us a healthy lunch," he said with a smile.

"I'll say," chuckled Shel. "All the food groups, huh?"

"Yeah, we got, um, vegetables, cheese, ketchup is basically fruit…what the hell is mustard?"

"Yellow."

"Oh, yeah, we got yellow." Leon set the fries between them and dipped a few in the honey mustard. They were good fries, thick and crispy and fresh, and his hungry stomach gladly welcomed them. Shel, who was a light eater in general and not particularly hungry, picked up one here and there, but Leon was putting them away quickly. Fries were a weakness of his, and even as he began to feel full, he couldn't stop himself from picking at them.

"Hey, Shelly, you better help me with these," he said, gesturing at Shel with a cheese-dipped fry. He was full now, and learning that a belly full of fries wasn't necessarily the best thing. They went down easy, but they sat heavy in his stomach. Still, they were too good to leave alone.

"I'm not that hungry," said Shel, and he meant it. The handful of fries he'd had were plenty to hold him over. His eating habits were far better than Leon's, and unlike his dysfunctional friend, he'd had the foresight to eat breakfast before leaving. Leon, who had woken up on the couch with his work clothes still on and a killer ache in his back, had neglected to do the same.

"Come on, I can't eat all these!"

"Bring the rest home."

"They're gonna get all weird."

"True," said Shel. A gurgle bubbled up in Leon's full belly, which was beginning to ache, and he brought his hand to his mouth to cover a burp. He leaned back against the bench with a hand on his belly and ate another fry.

"Don't go giving yourself a stomachache," said Shel, eyeing Leon's slightly bloated stomach.

"Too late," said Leon. He picked up another fry.

"Nobody's makin' you eat 'em, y'know."

"They're good!" His stomach gurgled in disagreement. Shel rolled his eyes.

"You are ridiculous," he said, giving Leon's belly an affectionate pat. Leon shrugged, smiling sheepishly, and ate another fry. They were easy to eat, but his stomach was getting tighter. It had, after all, been an enormous serving of fries, probably meant for a group of people to share. Leon had polished off about three quarters of it on his own. Now, he felt bloated and queasy, and his belly poked out conspicuously against his formerly loose shirt. At this point, though, it seemed silly to quit. The basket was nearing emptiness.

"I think I'm gonna explode," said Leon, sticking a couple more fries in his mouth.

"Serve you right if you did," said Shel. "I told you to take 'em home."

"You know I'm weak-willed." Shel laughed.

"Christ sakes, Leon. If it keeps you in one piece, I'll help you eat the fries." Together, they finished off the fries with relative ease, but the damage was done. Leon's belly bulged uncomfortably over the waist of his pants, stuffed to the brim with greasy bulky carbs. He sighed and rested both hands on his stomach. It felt tight and heavy. He brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a sickly burp.

"I'm gonna call Marla and tell her you changed your mind about that big rollercoaster," teased Shel, pulling his flip phone out of his pocket.

"Oh, shut up," groaned Leon.