#miss the homies

[mickeytheticklee]

Get in loser I'm tickling you

Pairing: Ler!Regina George x Lee!Reader

Summary: Regina accidentally hurts y/n's feelings and tries to make it up to her

Warnings: Tickling, one mention of a raspberry, I hate how there's more plot than tickling, Regina is extra mean for no reason I'm sorry y'all

An: This is what drinking espresso does to a mf. Anyway I'm adding to the mean girls tickle content cuz I'm down bad for Renee Rapp :)) Also shout-out to blushyeleven for inspiring this fic

Already Regina was in a mood, and it wasn't because her stubborn acne was coming back.

It was Wednesdays, routine was meant to perfect on this day. It was her chance to overdress in her favorite color without any judgements. Based on the rules she created that her inner circle of friends had to abide by. Yet there was a small detail that ticked her off, sent her thru the edge. Made her extremely mad she couldn't even flaunt how gorgeous she was to everyone.

Regina kept looking at her phone, trying to see if you messaged her back. Still no response since last night, when Regina asked which outfit she should wear for today. It was what you guys did every morning, which seemed like the only time Regina can truly be normal. Out of the mean girl act of hating everyone you were the only person she can tolerate. She would spend mornings with you on the phone, gossiping about people you didn't exactly know, or care to know. In exchange you would talk about what show you've been watching or share homework answers with her as she claims she's too pretty to do it herself. Even though you would talk about the most boring things as it didn't involve sex or drugs Regina liked it. She loved hearing your voice blabber on in rants or opinions that'll never apply to her. She found it more entertaining than anything.

Without it, Regina would be in an extra feisty mood that not even her friends can control.

“What's with you ignoring me? Thought that was my thing.", Regina confronts you immediately. Her tone irritated and ready to combust. Usually you would be scared, like the rest of the students who hide in her presence.

“Its nothing Regina.", you slam your locker.

“You say it's nothing but you're being a dickhead about it. Real classy move." She says, her tone setting you off. You turn around, feeling triggered by the name she calls you. It gives you flashbacks of her bullying you when you two were younger.

“I heard what you and Gretchen said yesterday in the bathroom, calling me a loser and whatnot.", feeling confident in confronting her you still couldn't face her direction.

“Yea, but it wasn't towards you it was just Gretchen being chatty. I mean I call Karen a whore ten times a day but she doesn't take it too seriously." Regina says, taking it all as a joke. To you it wasn't a joke, it was a small insecurity that stuck to you like getting gum in your hair.

“You know I don't like being called a loser, I thought you were working on not calling me that."

“Yea but, you make it seem like I've called you the worse name in existence. Saying you're a loser is like middle school cringe level." She has insulted you with worse names, yet as unoriginal as loser was it struck you the hardest.

“All it does is remind me how you've never changed since middle school." You say, walking away in anger that it was close to stomping. Regina tried to keep her composure together. She was close to crying in the bathroom stall, ruining her makeup and wanting to make everyone at school as miserable as possible. But she doesn't want to admit to anyone how her breakdown was caused by a nerdy girl she wouldn't dare sit with at lunch.

You thought it was the end of the short lived friendship you had with Regina. Now back to insults and comebacks that are even more cruel thanks to the history you two have. During Calculus you were met with fifty messages per second by Regina. You saw your phone screen blink with overflowing messages of Regina. You thought it was threats for messing with her. But the messages prove that since the beginning of you two talking again that she was down bad for you.

These were the texts you dare not to show anyone.

Plsss baby

I miss youuuu

Forgive me

Im sorry for being such a bitch

I'll cancel my plans today to be with you

That's how you knew she was really sorry, she would never skip being at the mall. It was her second kingdom besides school. As much as you didn't want to give in to her spam of apologies you couldn't help it, she texts like a desperate boyfriend. When Regina wasn't a bitch she was a clingy puppy who couldn't last a day without you. As much as it was hilarious it gave you butterflies, which you hated as your former bully had such a grip on you. Multiple spams later you decide to respond.

Oh rlly??

What happens if I say the only way I can forgive you is with tickles and kisses?

Seconds later you were wishing you could unsend that message. Your mind spoke over your rational decisions this time, and that her clingy messages were putting you in a delighted tickle mood. Before thinking of unsending it bubbles came up, Regina was going to respond. This was either another insult grab or she was actually giving in, which she rarely does to requests like this.

...

Hope you can run

Regina didn't mean that, you can walk as slow as possible to her car and she would still wait for you. You turned your phone around, trying to focus on school for the rest of the period without distractions of Regina's possible teases. Teases weren't distracting enough, it was her appearance that couldn't make you any less excited. Pink clothing, manicured nails, the rare time the blonde wore bangs. The cold hearted bitch radar was soon to come off.

“I'm not going to give in.", you say, immediately sprinting to her pink Jeep. It was the first you didn't any physical activity for a purpose. You pushed, shoved, said a few I'm sorrys to get to her vehicle. You were exhausted, dehydrated, feeling better after letting all that anger out in running but you finally next to Regina. Her smile soften, feeling calm as if she didn't ruin people's lives extra hard for no reason. The car ride was silent, smiling at each other and holding hands so no unnecessary pokes come out.

“Your still ticklish on your tummy right?", Regina asks, breaking the ice. There was no point in asking, she knew what spots were ticklish from the last time. She just loved how bad you malfunctioned from ever trying to answer.

“Uhm uhm...I don't know, it might've changed since the last time I've been tickled." You say, avoiding eye contact by staring at the window. She smiles, knowing you'd lie to her face about it.

“Youre right, I just wanted to know. Since I love wrecking you to tears right baby?", Regina says in your flirty tone that makes you internally shriek. You bit your finger away from a smile, still not looking at her. Although it was noticable that you weren't ready for the destruction Regina was about to cause based on those pinky pink cheeks.

She parked in the driveway, automatically holding your hand and tugging you inside the house. Regina does it in a quickly fashion to get away from her mother, who usually swarms her with questions after school. Regina rushes you upstairs, going into her room and locks the door without any further interruptions. She leads you to the bed, getting on top of you as you giggle by the close contact between you and Regina.

“Getting giggly already? I haven't even touched you."

“Sorry.", you didn't know what else to say. You were too busy staring in her eyes to even contrapt a thought in your brain.

“It's okay baby, I just thought you were going to try a bit harder in being mad at me. You're doing a bad job with how your slightly these spots slip.", Regina says, diving immediately to your armpits. You let out the loudest laugh you've ever had around Regina. Sometimes you'd try to contain your laugh so it wouldn't be too annoying for Regina. But based on how hard Regina was trying to insert your hands into your armpits it was like she was purposely making you laugh that way.

“STAWPSTAWPHAHHAH!!", you squeal, barely trying to even squirm. Your legs fall flat as you just enjoy the forgiving tickles from Regina.

“I'm not stopping until you forgive me. And I know you don't forgive me too easily.", She lies, you're a forgiving person unless it's Regina. You've already forgiven her the second she guided you inside her house.

“Who knows, maybe I've changed."

“Really? Even when I do this?", Regina says, now reaching for your hip bone. She uses both thumbs to dip to your hips, your shirt slightly exposed due to how short it was. You did more yelling than laughing, Regina getting warmer to your worst spot. Eventually you did have to squirm, making Regina get off you so you can squirm freely.

“AHHHHHHHHAHAHAHA!", Regina could've covered your mouth by now to not raise questions but she was enjoying it. You can hear the evil chuckles mixed in your laughter. She stops, laying on her side facing you as your giggles get quieter. You cross your arms, pretending to be mad even if she tickled all the anger out of you five minutes ago.

“Still mad at you."

“I'm sorry baby. What nickname would you like besides loser? Would you like tickle toy instead?", Regina asks, causing a small grin from you. Her hand lands on your stomach, slipping under your gray shirt for a few finger tickles. You hid a few giggles in, trying not to answer but Regina pesters you with a few more nicknames. “How about my little lee? Pink blusher? My tickle me Elmo?" Based on how she was holding eye contact with you she was serious, she expected an answer. You barely contained it while her fingers drifted up and down your sides, making sure you felt every sensation of tickles.

“Baby sounds fine...", You say, smiling and letting her fingers roam around your mid section. Her smirk rises, going up towards your ribs, and feeling your body twitch at every tickle. You felt her getting closer to you, her lips getting closer to your ears. You made sure to hold still to hear what evil teases she might say.

“Baby sounds too simple don't you think?", Regina questions, then wrecks your tummy causing an outburst of tickles. You laugh all the way off the bed, causing a loud thump on the ground. Regina laughs, waiting for you to get up knowing you weren't really hurt. You get up, trying to be a brat towards Regina for tickling you so hard.

“I think we're done here."

“Really? Because I don't think I'm finished wrecking you just yet.", Regina says, tugging your body back in bed to be tickled once more. Once you were back to laying down your tummy was full of scribbles and pokes. You were screaming with laughter and still Regina loved it. Of course you weren't in misery, you would be miserable if you weren't tickled.

“FUCKKKKKKHAHHAHAHHA!!", Your laugh was high pitched, sort of like a hyena. It gets scratchy sometimes or airy, but it's those begging for mercy screams Regina craves the most.

“Gosh don't tire yourself out I haven't even gotten to the good part yet.", Regina says, stopping as her nails touch the hem of your shirt. You get nervous, wondering what the good part even was. It was the first Regina ever said such a phrase.

“Whats the good part?" You say, touching her soft hands just in case she plans to attack.

“Don't be so tense baby I think you'll like it.", Regina says flirtatiously, lifting up your shirt quickly and scribbling it again. You pulled it down, although it made no effect to the tickling. Regina's tickling was addictive, you didn't want to be away from it. She knew you weren't trying to run away, you were trying your hardest not to squirm so far apart. It was the lightest tickles she could inflict that caused you scream in laughter as if you were in agony.

“BABEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!", You move your body back and forth as if that'll help. The tickling lasts for a solid hour and ends with a raspberry on your fully exposed tummy. The raspberry was unexpected, usually she wasn't a mouth on tickling learner. She'd complain about fixing her lipstick of her foundation being ruined but for today it just felt right. It was worth it to see your face red of giggles and stomach cramping from how much it tickled.

Regina fans your overheating body, making sure you reach back to body temperature. You had a big smile, wishing she would do it again. But Regina's special tricks weren't something to try twice. You looked at her, tucking her hair behind her ear and touching her cheeks.

“I forgive you."

“I know you do. It's physically impossible to hate me when I tickle you this good."

[tizzymcwizzy]

hi,,,,,, so the new trailer is making me insane ahahhah anyway i missed them a lot, here's a screenshot redraw

[sentientcave]

Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You.

Chapter One - The Perfect Gift

Next Chapter >

Contains: No Y/N (Reader is an OC), Kidnapping, Stalking, Drugging, Forcible relocation, Generally creepy behaviour, Threats (open-ended), I guess this might count as human trafficking?, Dubcon everything because Reader is terrified (non-sexual), plus-sized reader, fem/afab reader, There is something fucking wrong with these guys for real.

~3.2k - MDNI - Dark fic! Please mind the content warning above

"I told ye, she's perfect," Soap said, eyes on the window across the street. They could see you puttering around your living room, wearing a pretty flower print dress as you tidied up. "Good with bairns too, met her when I was pickin' up the niece and nephew from school. She was workin' for some rich family, an' they let her go because the wife found a pair of her knickers in her husband's briefcase." He snickered. He'd been the one to put them there, although, in his opinion, he’d been pushing the bounds for a long while anyway. Sure he’d essentially cast you adrift, jobless and with no one looking out for you, but, well, they were looking after you now, weren’t they? So it wasn’t all that bad.

"Good job, pup," Ghost said fondly, ruffling Johnny's hair. "Captain's gonna love 'er."

"How do you lads want to play it?" Gaz asked. "Could go in tonight. Won’t take much to knock her out, pack up her things, take her to the cabin. Get her nice and situated for when Price gets back."

"No point in waitin', is there?" Ghost asked. "Nice she's on the ground floor. Makes takin' 'er things easier. I'll go round 'n' check the windows in a bit. Should wait till after midnight. Don't want to be spotted by the neighbours."

"No' much risk o' tha'," Soap said. "Knocked over a bunch of bins last I was here and the cunts didna even turn on a light. Just the bonnie thing worryin’ while the rest of ‘em sleep sound."

Gaz lit a cigarette, nodding thoughtfully. "Small apartment too. Is there much to move?"

Soap shook his head. "Nah, no' much. Sweet girl lives simply. I told ye, she's perfect for the captain. He'll be able to spoil the fuck out of her, once she's broken in, aye?"

"Know 'e'll like that. Man needs a wife to dote on. ‘e’s been goin’ a bit crazy, all alone. An' 'e can train'er up nice."

"Think he might share?" Gaz asked wistfully, exhaling a stream of thin smoke as he sighed. "Nice soft girl like that-- Plenty to go around."

Ghost laughed. "Thought we'd 'ave trouble gettin' Johnny to keep 'is 'ands to 'imself, and you're the one droolin'."

"Scuse me for having eyes, mate. Just think she looks sweet."

"We'll get to see first 'and soon.” Ghost clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on lads. Let's get ready."

You wake up on the hard metal floor of a moving vehicle, your pounding head cradled in someone's hands. That's what you notice first, and the thumbs rubbing circles against your neck soothingly.

It has the opposite effect. Your eyes fly open.

“Hi, bonnie,” a somewhat familiar face grins down at you, blue eyes smiling, but too intense, glittering in the low light that filters in from the windows at the front of the truck. “How’s yer head?”

You grimace, trying to make sense of what’s going on around you. The back of the van seems to be filled with boxes. “Aren’t you Finn and Rory’s uncle?”

“Aw, ye remember me? Knew ye were a sweetheart.”

You try to sit up, but Johnny puts a strong hand on your shoulder and keeps you where you are. Your head feels too heavy to try and fight him, your muscles weak. “What’s going on?” you ask. “What— Is this a kidnapping?”

“Tha’s an ugly word, bonnie. We’re doin’ ye a favour, really. Settin’ ye up with someone respectable. Captain’ll take good care of ye.” He pats your cheek. “Whyna get back to sleep? Still a ways to go, aye?”

Maybe it’s just a bad, weird dream. You do feel foggy, like you’re not fully attached to your body, and keeping your eyes open is a struggle. You’ll wake up back in your own bed, and have a funny story to tell if you ever bump into Johnny again. He’s definitely too nice to be a kidnapper, right? Like, people don’t really do that sort of thing. It has to be a dream.

“Okay,” you mumble, letting your eyes close again.

As you suspected, you wake up again in bed. The headache’s receded some, and there’s warm sunlight streaming in through the windows. You bury your face into the pillows, and then bolt upright. The pillow smells weird, like sweet tobacco and spice, and you don’t get morning sun in your bedroom. The window faces a brick wall across a narrow alley.

The room you’re in now is not your room. It’s sparsely furnished, just a dresser under the window and the bed you’re tucked into, and two doors, one that’s clearly a closet, and one that must lead out into the rest of the… house? Judging by the sound of birdsong outside, you’re out of the city.

You pad to the window and look out. There’s a van in the driveway, and three men carrying things in. One of them looks up and spots you in the window, waving cheerfully.

Not a dream. Fear grips you, ice sliding down your spine, shards settling in your stomach, needling and uncomfortable. Your sinuses prickle like you’re about to cry, but no tears come. You’re too dehydrated to summon them. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve been out— It’s fully daylight outside, but you have no idea what time. A second look around the room finds a digital clock sitting on the nightstand, 3:05 glaring back at you in red.

There’s a knock on the door, and it pushes open. The man who walks in is handsome, smiling at you so beautifully that your automatic response is to try and smile back, although you feel that it’s flimsy, unsure. There’s no chance that this man is here to help you, but you at least hope he’s not here to hurt you either.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. His voice is as pleasant as his face is, smooth and cheerful, although it makes you wary about him on principle. “You hungry?”

You shake your head. It’s not true, but you can’t trust that there wouldn’t be drugs in anything they give you.

“Well, come on downstairs, hm? Get some water at least. Maybe a tea?”

Your stomach churns. “I might be sick,” you manage to squeak out. He quickly ushers you out into the hall and into a bathroom. You don’t make it to the toilet, but you do manage to make it to the sink. If you had a little more fire in you, you might have tried to vomit bile onto the pretty man’s shoes, but it’s hard to shake the instinct to be good, not to make any trouble, to hope that they’ll just let you go. You’re not even sure what they want. You have no family to ransom, you don’t have any money to speak of, you’re just a fat little ex-nanny still paying off an English Literature degree from a second-rate college.

You turn on the sink to wash away the sick, and rinse your mouth out. Your hands start shaking when you realize your toothbrush is sitting in the holder next to the sink, like it belongs there. Your makeup bag is sitting on the counter too, and when you look down, you realize you’re standing on your own bathmat, taken from your home and arranged here, as if effects from your own house are supposed to make you feel comfortable. You look at your reflection in the mirror, and then at the man still standing in the doorway, his brown eyes all concern, as if he wasn’t party to a fucking nightmare.

You straighten up, gripping the counter to steady yourself. “What the hell is this?” you ask, trying to inject some authority into your quaking voice. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“I’m Gaz. Nice to meet you. Johnny had lots of nice things to say about you.”

So that hadn’t been a dream either. You look around the room desperately, looking for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon, but Gaz seems to know exactly what you’re doing, and he steps into your space quickly to grab your hands.

“None of that. Come on. You’ll feel better after a tea, yeah? Then you can get ready to meet the captain.”

He leads you downstairs. Questions spin around your head, but you’re not sure if it’s worth asking. Gaz only bothered to respond to one of the three you’ve asked so far, and it wasn’t the one that you were most interested in an answer to. So you stay quiet instead, taking in the layout of the big room. A front door and a back door, and windows that look out onto a forest on one side of the property, and more forest on the other side, beyond a large cleared space with a neat garden and a few fruit trees. There’s a second building that you can just see the corner of from the kitchen window, more likely a garage than a neighbour.

Gaz backs you up against the counter and leans down slightly, his hands gripping your thighs. You panic, the touch surprising you, and slap him across the face. The sharp sound makes you freeze, like it wasn’t you that had done it. He takes advantage of your surprise to shove you up onto the counter and grab both your hands with one of his, all the friendliness draining our of his eyes in an instant as he points a scolding finger at you. You feel like you’ve done something naughty that you’re not fully aware of the implications of yet, a badly trained dog or a child. “I’m going to let that one slide, because I understand that this is a big change for you. But you’re not going to like what happens if you try that again, understood?”

You nod quickly, your own eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry,” you say, the instinct for appeasement rearing it’s skittish little head.

And then the smile returns, as pretty as before, storm clouds blowing away as though they’d never been there to begin with. “It’s alright, doll. Just don’t do it again. And definitely don’t try that attitude on with the captain.” He taps the pointing finger against your nose playfully, and lets your hands drop back into your lap.

The rules seem simple enough. Be good and sweet, and get friendly faces in return, to a degree. No matter how cooperative you are, you doubt they’re going to let you go home. Fighting back means consequences, and you’re not sure how far those consequences will extend. If you’re too much trouble, it’s not a stretch to imagine that they’ll just kill you outright and try again with a meeker woman. You don’t yet know if death would be the more preferable outcome.

You pull your sweater down over your thighs. The black zip-up hoodie isn’t yours (the word Riley is stitched onto the front of it), but it’s big, and even though it smells faintly of cigarettes, it affords you at least a little modesty and comfort, more than the tank top and the sleep-shorts you’re wearing underneath do. Riley must be the third man. Was he the captain? Or was there a fourth one somewhere?

Johnny comes through the door carrying your suitcases, and he grins widely when he sees you, the charming, boyish one that you’d thought was handsome before. It’s only unnerving now. “Didja have a good sleep, bonnie?”

“You drugged me,” you accuse.

“Weel, of course. You were no’ goan ta come all peaceable, and LT wouldna be patient if ye were cryin’ the whole way here.” He trots upstairs, and you can hear him drop the bags with a thump, before he’s clattering back down the steps and leaning against the counter next to you. “How’d’ye like yer new home, bonnie? S’a nice place, aye? Better than tha’ little shoebox back in the city.”

“I like my apartment,” you protest.

“Psh, ye’d say tha’. Puttin’ on a brave face since yer such a good girl. But it wasna verra safe, was it? No’ a single neighbour paid us any mind while we were loadin’ up yer things. No’ a good place for a single girl, aye?” He reaches out and puts a big hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Now ye’ll be taken care of, like ye should be.”

“I don’t want to be taken care of.”

“Nonsense. Ye’ll be glad, once ye get used to things. Already looks real homey in here, don’t ye think?” He gestures at the living room.

You twist to look, and your stomach sinks. Your throw pillows are on the couch, one of the afghans you crocheted hanging over the back of it. You recognize the titles of your books on the shelves. These men were nothing if not thorough, surgically removing your entire life and transplanting it to this house in the woods, with it’s wood panel walls and big, overstuffed leather couches.

He continues blithely, like he’s not delivering some of the most horrifying news you’ve ever heard. “Most of your furniture’s in the garage, ye can sort tha’ out with Price, aye? But we brought all yer clothes and decorations and whatnot in. Figure ye should wear tha’ pretty black sundress, an’ those long stockin’s with the clippy belt, ye ken the one? Cap’ll like those.”

They’d been through all your things. If you had anything left to throw up, you might’ve again. Gaz sets a glass of water on the counter next to you. “How d’you take your tea, doll?”

“Milk, two sugars,” Johnny answers for you. “Our sweet lass has a sweet tooth, aye?”

“How do you know that?” You can hear the quiver in your voice, and it doesn’t slip by either of them.

“Come oan, hen, ye ken I didna jus’ pick ye off the street. Did my research. Wouldna pick just anyone for the captain.”

“When he said he’d found the perfect girl, we didn’t believe him at first,” Gaz says, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen while the tea steeps. “But Ghost and I knew he was right, soon as we saw you.” He nods at the glass. “Drink your water. You haven’t had anything since last night.”

“Is it drugged?” you ask flatly.

“No, want ye awake for when Price gets here. Yer a real cute thing asleep, but we want him ta hear yer pretty voice and see that smile, aye?” Johnny reaches past you and picks up the glass of water, taking a big swig to demonstrate it’s harmlessness.

You take a careful sip when he hands it back to you, and then another, resisting the urge to just gulp the whole thing down. The door opens again, and the biggest man you’ve seen in your life walks in, wearing a black t-shirt and a mask with the jaw of a skull printed on it, pulled up over the lower half of his face. He looks at you dispassionately, and then at Gaz and Johnny. “What the ‘ell have you two muppets been sayin’ to the poor thing?” he asks, his voice rumbling like an avalanche. “She looks like she’s gonna faint.”

“Figure she’s just peaky,” Gaz says defensively. “I’m making her tea.”

The big guy swats Johnny’s hand away from your knee impatiently, and cages you in against the counter, one huge arm on either side of you. “How’re you feelin’ bird? Be honest.”

“Terrified,” you admit.

He chuckles. “Sensible, considerin’. But you don’t need to worry, olright? No one’s gonna hurt you, so long as you’re good. And you want to be good, don’t you, bird?”

You nod. You’d thought Gaz and Johnny were big, but this one’s huge, broad and tall and even scarier. It’s clear why they started off introducing themselves to you in the order they did. If this man had been the first thing you’d seen after waking up you probably would have gone into hysterics.

“Use your words, pet.”

“I want to be good,” you say obediently, because you don’t see any other options, at least for the moment.

“Good girl,” he says, and there’s the slightest hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

Somehow, this is the most comforting thing that you’ve experienced all day. You won’t be hurt if you’re good, and you are being good.

He pushes back from the counter slightly, giving you more space, takes the mug of tea from Gaz, and hands it off to you. “Small sips,” he instructs. “And maybe a biscuit, if you think you can keep it down.”

“Are you the captain?” you ask nervously, gripping the mug with two hands.

“Hm? No. ‘e’s still about an hour out. I’m Simon. Ghost to these two.” He fishes an open package of biscuits out of the cupboard and sets them next to you. “Once you finish your tea, we’ll get you ready. Want to make a good first impression, right bird?”

“Not really,” you admit. “I’d like to go home.”

He laughs, at least finding your honesty amusing. “That won’t be ‘appenin’. If Price dun’t want you, I’ll keep you myself. But I’ll tell you right now, you’ll like Price better. If you’re good for him, he’ll be real good to you, understood?”

You bite your tongue. It won’t do you any good to point out that a man that would accept a person as a gift is probably not capable of being good to anyone. Good is subjective, and the three men in front of you are lunatics. Their captain probably has the slightest bit stronger a grasp on his sanity, or a consistent moral code, if not a particularly righteous one. So you just keep your mouth shut, and drink your tea, and eat two chocolate digestives while Gaz and Johnny start collecting things to make dinner.

As soon as you set your empty mug to the side Ghost pops you down from the counter and ushers you upstairs with a big hand placed a little too low on your back. He tells you what to wear (down to the lingerie), but blessedly doesn’t insist on watching you get dressed. He does sit on the edge of the tub and watch you put on makeup, however, requesting red lipstick and winged eyeliner. Your hands are still a little shaky, but you manage to do as he asks. His eyes smile at you just a little when you’re obedient. You feel pathetic for not making a fuss, but you’re not sure what you can possibly do, except something stupid that will make them angry enough to hurt you.

He helps you into a pair of strappy red heels that had been languishing in the back of your closet before they dug everything out, and straightens the seam of your stockings, running his big hands up your calves. It’s like you’re a doll, dressed just how he wants, something to look pretty and say less than nothing, a gift for some other man you’ve never met to keep on a shelf.

Or worse, to play with.

You hear Johnny and Gaz greet someone downstairs, their voices loud and excited, and your heart skips nervously.

Ghost rises to his feet, smiling so big you can see it even with the mask. “Wait right here, pet,” he says firmly, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed while he goes off to greet his captain. “Want to introduce you proper.”

So you sit, and you wait, shaking and nervous, for what feels like eternity, until you hear Simon’s surprisingly light footfalls on the stairs again. He offers you a hand, and hoists you over his shoulder as soon as you’re on your feet, carrying you down into the living room.

“We all pitched in,” Gaz says, as casually as if he meant throwing in five dollars for a card. “But she was Soap’s idea.”

“Picked ‘er out special, Cap,” Johnny says. “She’s perfect for ye.”

“She?” an unfamiliar voice asks. “Don’t tell me you got me a dog.”

“Better than that, skipper.” Ghost laughs as he circles around the couch, and drops you carefully into the man’s lap, stepping into line with the other two. “We got you a wife.”

I've been low-key thinking about this concept since I read ohbo-ohno's Don't Leave Me Locked in Your Heart a while back (If you haven't read and you like a good dark fic, you should click that link, you may enjoy it). I think getting someone a person as a gift, or being given as a gift, rather, is a fun fucked up fantasy to explore. I'm not entirely sure where I'll take this but I promise to put in content warnings. Let me know if I miss something, I don't want anyone to be surprised by what they find!

Image Credits: Banner

Dividers: 1 - 2 - 3 by @/Cafekitsune

[lbhslefttiddie]

sqq who seldom laments the lack of anything from his original modern life, least of all food bc obv he has binghe right there housewifing it up even before he knows thats what binghe is doing.

sqq who, in the three years after the immortal alliance conference, finds himself missing instant noodles and junk food

[mysteriousl0ser]

FUCK IT, TADC EP 2 THOUGHTS MAJOR SPOILERS!! BE WARNED

LETS GO!! Pomni is still pretty screwed up over her first day here, I mean this is all fresh and new to her so like DUH. everyone else here is somewhat or entirely adjusted and kind of just cope with the fact that theyre here I dont think pomni has really processed how long theyve been here?? In the pilot she seems SO bothered by how okay they are with this and willingness to do caines fuckass adventures

i dont blame her, anywho pomni in her nightmare-induced state starts to abstract, she had to face an abstraction early on in her days here which like have to be pretty truamatizing (duh) and cried out to ANYONE, but where she called for help literally no one helped her “oh well” they though

Pomni doesn't feel like anybody else cares, shes the only one whos still going through an adjustment phase and freaking the fuck out while everyone else is just going along with the adventure, something she still thinks is kinda pointless and doesn't get why anybody would waste their time here doing when they COULD be looking for a way out, why is she the only one who seems to still be distressed here? To feel lost? At least from her perspective, it seems that way. Unfortunately, these people have already been here for a while.

Pomski then meets someone whos just like her, their whole reality was shattered and they don't belong anywhere, mirroring how pomni feels at the moment, even if she still has some sort of grip now vs when she first got here

And she finds comfort in that!!! Why is it that this NPC feels more real than the ACTUAL REAL PEOPLE trapped here with her??? Whatever the reason, its something to hold onto. Something to LATCH onto. Hes Real. or at least he feels real, and maybe she feels like she belongs with him because at least he knows the feeling, something shes not really felt w anyone else before

This comfort and solidarity she has with gumigoo is shortlived however as she gets brutally reminded that he wasnt real. The anchor she had vanished and there's quite literally nobody to catch her fall.

And i feel like ragatha trying to comfort her the way she did didnt help AT ALL. it was kinda a sore reminder that gumigoo is easily replaceable, and GOD thats so frustrating?? This thing felt so real to her and nobody seems to care that he just vanished!! If they could be so apathetic to this whos to say they wont just treat her demise just the same as she thought they would???

But then something important happens. They have a funeral for Kaufmo, someone whos been established to be their friend way before Pomni ever came here. And maybe it didn't ever settle in before that kaufmo was a real person! Literally!! And he was real to them. Just like gumigoo though less directly they relate to being in pain and kind of in shock of losing someone who they cared about and who was a real person to care about to them AND LIKE YOU CAN SEE WHERE IT CLICKS IN HER FACIAL EXPRESSION HERE, THE CHANGE IN HER EYES AND THE WAY HER EXPRESSION LOSENS AT THIS IDK IT DRIVES ME CRAZY GOD THE ANIMATORS WENT OFF W THIS EP VS THE PILOT IM IM IM

anyways anyways They have their funeral service, theres quite literally no reason for anyone to just lie and go along with whatever bs caines got going on, this also quite literally has nothing to do with him. This is kind of their own little way of keeping some sort of human traditions and respect for the human persons that get stuck here because they care. HELL you can even see pomni feel a little guilty here when ragatha says that his funeral was disrupted cause she arrived here

anyways thats exactly it!! They fucking car!! This whole time pomni thought that they just didnt care and were kind of apathetic or downright patronizing her over all this and mocking her or whatnot, like in her dream sequence. But no, they all talk respectively about their memories and experiences with kaufmo, the things they shared together and the feelings they had. EVERYBODY was grieving. Ragatha who always tried to put on some cheerful and kind of irritating (to pomni at least) everythings fine facade (which also kind of feels less real to her at least i think so but i don't think she figured it to be a coping mechanism) to just straight up start crying and breaking up a bit, even mentioning how this does not ever get any easier and how shes had to deal with this plenty of times before.

Zooble the usually apathetic and kind of asshole who keeps to themselves and gives off i don't care energy and probably gave off the impression that they didn't care about anyone here and just treated the people stuck here as an unfortunate fact and nothing more actually being vulnerable and probably doing the same as ragatha talking about their memories with kaufmo

Kingers ALWAYS kind of zoned out or not really taking anything seriously and just being there completely lost in space, but here hes grounded, and even earlier in the episode when ragatha needed it most he remained grounded then too (tho pomni didnt see that i just wanted to mention it). Just like the others he grieves and lives in the unfortunate moment

more of the kinger being grounded when the thought counts

GANGLE- dude even if its for just a moment she smiles here despite having her tragedy mask and like her whole shtick is being of whatever mood or emotion her mask is allegedly wether she wants to or not, but no here shes more than just that, she smiles for a bit when reminiscing her moments with kaufmo only to go back into crying, and man shes always crying with her tragedy mask but its beyond as far as anyone can tell wether or not its really her or just because of her mask, but here? its really her, no matter what the mask on her face shows!! shes genuinely smiling despite having her comedy mask and shes genuinely crying which is very blatantly obviously different to the usual mask cry etc etc

heres something about all this, it hits pomni in a way. These people ARE real, and they care. They care about her, they have nothing else but eachother and THATS something to latch onto. Thats something to hold her down, even if they just met pomni

SPEAKING OF JUST MEETING POMNI she literally expressed how she didnt wanna just LEAVE gumigoo there by himself because she believes no one should just be left there

the circus peeps just met pomni and just like how she felt a real connection to gumigoo in this digital hell she feels a sort of connection with these people too. Theyre gonna have her back all the same, maybe she wont feel so out of place and alone. BONUS THING!! The literal only times she genuinely smiles is when she feels this real connection to what feels real to her and has a genuine and sincere moment with these people whether it be an npc or a trapped member. Idk it just means something to me how significant both these moments are tipped off with a genuine smile a REAL SMIE!! (id add pictures but tumblr has a 30 image limit) OH ALSO BONUS BONUS THING THE DIFFERENCE IN OUTRO MUSIC IS SO IS SO ITS SO the outro song for the pilot kinda feels so ethereal and out of the moment at least to me it kinda feels like it you're slipping through the cracks and just, existing within yourself as the rest of the world around you kind of shatters into glass or melts into water or something i dont think ANY of that made any sense but its loud and its blaring and its so out of reach in a way, mad disassociation vibes but the outro song for the 2nd ep is a lot quieter yet its right there, at first it starts really small, lonely even. trapped by yourself but as the music gets louder and more instruments join in on the song it kind of has a comforting feel? bittersweet? even? its grounding ina way which is much different from how the first one felt at least to me lmao and the comforting feel kinda only emphasizes what I was talking about earlier- the comfort in having that anchor of reality with having a real moment with these people and making that connection yk? and like as i was saying at first the song starts off with just one instrument, at the start of the episode pomni feels utter alone and out of place even if these people here with here are stuck in the same situation as her, together alone. but as the other instruments join. in it kinda uplifts the song a bit, its not one sole instrument anymore like how in the end pomni feels that connection with everyone else, not so alone anymore idk jackshit about music theory so this is entirely a feelies talk instead of like- music lore? so don't take anything i say as like- idk some professional speak im just a nerd nerding about silly digital fixations ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW I AVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS IS LONG ENOUGH LOL if you actually read all the way down this far thank you for listening!!! i really really appreciate it :]

[lil-vibes]

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"

[tagzpite]

bit of a what if, if you would

He lost arm privileges

[victor-azmund]

Boy it had been a hot minute since I last drew Micolash, it felt good to draw the ratman again and ngl I hadn't drawn him in quite a while since I didn't like how it turned out it didn't look how I pictured him in my head but its all good now, and also an additional Edgar struggling with frenzy doodle.

A little life update: I'm in a better place than last time and am trying to revive my passion for Bloodborne but it's taking some time. I also got accepted in Veterinary Uni so time to make irl crowdogs I guess lol

[omnomnb]

not to be pedantic but like i don't think that's true raphael. i don't think they're like their old selves i think they just act like themselves because uhhh people change over time?? especially after huge trauma???? especially once they're no longer living under a shitty celestial realm regime????? girl move on................

[jesterday00]

Finally figured out why Descole’s mask always looks wrong when I draw it lol anyway there’s a bit of writing under the cut for Layton Brothers stuff :3

Edit: Pose by _doodles_i_guess_ on TikTok! I keep forgetting the pose credit :(

It had been quite an eventful time recently. First the return of Dimitri Allen, then the kidnapping, then the destruction of a large portion of London. All over some silly experiment gone awry a decade ago.

Now, to cap everything off, there was someone knocking at the office door. “Eliza, I told you no visitors!” They knocked again, louder, as the man stood. “I’m a very busy man, so this had better be important.”

As he yanked open the door, Hawks noticed that not only was there no one knocking, but his secretary was nowhere to be found. “Eliza,” he called out down the hall, “no slacking!” He then shut the door as hard as he dared without sounding like a petulant child.

“My, my,” came a dangerous voice, accompanied by the creak of a leather chair, “I wonder who that could’ve been?” As Hawks whipped around to his desk, the hard surface was knocked into by a wooden boot heel.

“You?! Now?!”

“Yes, quite a shock, I’m sure. Devilish fiend [Descole] vanishes from the public eye, only to return right after London faces its largest scale tragedy in years.” He waved grand gestures around as he spoke, emphasizing the moment. “I’m sure at least once you considered I had been behind everything. But no.”

[Descole] swung his legs down and stood abruptly.

“Lock the door, Hawks. I would like this discussion to be private.”

A chill ran up the Prime Minister’s spine then. “What on earth could we have to discuss?”

“Oh, I’d merely love to confirm some… suspicions of mine… that seem to have been nearly confirmed with recent information coming to light.” [Descole] splayed his gloved hands on the desk. “Some… unsavory incidents of your past… and some unfortunate connections you carry with those who assaulted an innocent man nearly a decade ago.

I won’t repeat myself again, Bill. Lock. The. Door.”

~~~

A note, in case anyone’s curious: I put Descole in brackets in case I change his name in the future ,’P

[marmastry]

Quarrel

[bardicious]

Im just thinking, there's a really good chance we will see a protective Spock (over Jim) in SNW. Considering the first episode of TOS, where we can see Spock ready to shoot Gary the fuck down for being a threat to Jim.

[a-v-j]

TROWS TRUEVERSE A FANART

I hope you like it UR HOODIE TOOK ME SO LONG WHY ARE THEY HARD TO DRAWWW anygays chibi of pretty truey <3

True, be nice

He likes it

Wait-

Did ya say "anygays"???

My homie used to say "anygays"

I miss em

[charmedcleric]

Early morning send off

My inquisitor Maeve giving her family a last goodbye wave as she starts her journey to go help rook

She’s happy to be helping rook and the veilguard but she already can’t wait to return home to Cullen and their children and their dog of course

[neallo]

magnetic forces

rated M | 1,250 words

Near and Mello’s flight back from their case is cancelled due to inclement weather. The timing is... suboptimal. In which Near discloses that she’s due to go into heat before they can return to headquarters, and Mello is extremely calm and normal about that.

ficlet prompt fill for @dreamfilleddonuts; late submission for @dnkinktober day 11 (omegaverse) <3