#okay lets seeee

[sunset-sunbun]

bet you didn't expect a part two did you?

okay so.. I thought. wouldn't ti be weird to make more redraws right after just posting one. like socially. but then i remembered that everyone had fun so why the fuck shan't I?

my goal was to get one from every episode. and I done it ::] another goal that I didn't know existed was for each redraw to be in a different little universe of mine; here we have SMA, TAOAE, HH, and Persona's all in that order (not counting Godhouse as the first one) which is- I didn't...know I had that many-

AS ALWAYS!! CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE TIME!! All art belongs to @vampieri from their YouTube entries of the OCT parasomnia (this is the first one) GO WATCH IT PLEAS! chandler and Percival also belong to them. mime and smile belong to tfulmi curie belongs to atomicpumpkin.

[scatterpatter]

What if I presented a whole complicated Megaman Classic AU except I didn't give a SHRED of context

Haha, just kidding!

... Unless?

No these aren't being presented in the order they were drawn in but they ARE presented in AU-timeline chronological order so like im at least a LITTLE kind with throwing these all at youse

[taegularities]

3 years later, and i’ve finally gotten myself to start “it’s okay to not be okay” 👏 

[mxsinizter]

i will wait SO patiently for a zeph/mounty “i love you” ficlet from u i would wait 1 million year <3<3

Omg omg, okay!!! Oh shit okay, I will do my very best to not fail you 😭 I got fluff all over, but I'll need to dig for the actual romantic bone in my body to do the best I can, eeeeeee <3

[3416]

You’re so right in that it’s especially dumb to bring this storyline in if they’re not even using it for relationship drama lmaoo. I’d much rather see tk be upset about it and that motivating Carlos to work this part of his life out, but instead we’re getting tk feeling like a third wheel and being scared to piss off carlos who has a whole secret wife?? Like Carlos how about you keep this marriage if it’s that important to you and fuck off ciskofksidke

i'm partially glad the show didn't seem to want to put an actual wedge between carlos/tk but rather between them and the wedding itself. however, i think they picked a plot line that facilitates the emotional component more than anything else (as in the lying for so long, not the weird too young marriage to your bff) and they didn't want to deal with that, so in order to skip past it, they just wrote in some weak explanations which just. weakens the tarlos relationship in general to me by upending brief info we got in prior seasons, lol. i think the ease with which carlos just goes in and explains it in the middle of the firehouse negates a lot of the arguments about his avoidance/it being some uber serious convo bc he went there immediately after his mom told him to LKFJDSKL (which. are you telling me she never acted like that was a pressing issue before...). it's just taking a herculean effort to rationalize all of this, more than i normally have to, and it makes me. not that interested. and sad that i'm not that interested, lol.

[t0yac1d]

OKAY, GREAT. SOOOOOOJRNDNEJE LIKE JEALOUS EDDIE? (I've been on a jealous binge lately 😭) you and steve have been getting close recently and he's been flirting with you.. (GASP! but you're dating Eddie 😦.) And you always roll your eyes at it pushing him away from you while you laugh not thinking much of it. but then eddie overhears steve talking about you in a"The things I would do to her man, to bad Eddie got her before me." and he's like had enough so smutty time!!! and he js marks you up and everything for stevie to seeee.

Always Forver (E.Munson x F!Reader)

Warnings: smut, jealous sex, marking, biting, praise, hair pulling

Word Count: 1,305

Notes: I'm gonna be completely honest, idk how to really write Eddie's character so please pray that I don't fuck this up! I'm also deeply sorry for the extremely long delay, I haven't been motivated to write much, AND I don't remember the names of Steve's friends from season 1 so I chose random names.

Notes (2x): I'm back from hiatus! I've been working hard these past couple of months but I am back now! Also, I will be posting a story soon AAAHHHH I'll be sure to post info of it here and where you can read it if you're interested!

You've never thought anything of it, the way Steve treated you; how he touched you, spoke to you, cared for you. You thought he was just being the good friend that he is. You never paid any attention to the words he said to you, his flirtatious nature is almost natural to him and a part of who he is, so you thought he was just being himself. You'd brush off his words and lightly push him away with a chuckle each time.

"Babe, I just don't like the way he openly flirts you. He knows we're dating; he just doesn't care." Eddie sulked as he watched you take a shot.

The two of you were attending a party; a party your good ol' friend Steve was throwing.

You caressed his face and wrapped one of his curls around your finger, "It's nothing, he's like that to everyone. His words have no weight." You then gave him a smile and kissed his cheek before walking off. You walked past Steve and gave him little wave before meeting up with Nancy and Robin.

Eddie let out a little huff and shrugged the weary feeling off. He trusts you, and if you say that Steve's words mean absolutely nothing, then they mean absolutely nothing.

He walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer when he overheard something he wish he didn't.

"Did you see how her ass just looked in that skirt?" James asked, eyes trained on the shape of your ass in your baby pink skirt. "The things I'd do just to get a taste." Nick sighed.

"What about you, Steve? You're pretty close to her, you never wanted to get between her legs?" he continued, focus now on Steve.

"Trust me, I have. Still do." he answered. Steve sighed and slowly shook his head, "The things I'd do to her, man. Too bad Munson got her before I could."

Eddie got tense at the words that spilled out from their lips. Those disgusting words that were all targeted at you. He closed the fridge door and made his way to you. He took your hand in his and led you to the bathroom.

"Uh-"

You couldn't get a word out before his lips were on yours and your back against the door. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You don't know what had gotten into him, but you weren't complaining.

Eddie pulled away and moved you to the sink, he made you face the mirror pushed you against the porcelain. He grabbed and groped your ass, sighing to himself, "Hate to say it, but he was right. Your ass looks amazing in this skirt."

"Who- Who said that?" you asked, "Doesn't matter." he grunted. You were lost in the thought of someone other than your boyfriend would say that about you. But now you have an idea as to why he's acting the way he is.

He lifted the back of your skirt up and rubbed your lower back, "Now, be good girl and be as loud as possible."

"What-"

With one, harsh thrust his cock was in you and you were bent over, your face practically touching the mirror. Eddie's thrusts were rough and hard. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to the bathroom and not wanting people to hear the noises you'd make for this man.

Eddie pulled and tugged at your hair, pulling you close to him, "Make some noise." he grunted. His voice was husky, and his scent intoxicating. You wanted to moan, to scream but you also didn't want any attention from anyone outside. But it was starting to get difficult to not make any noise.

You whimpered and whined whenever you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cervix. "Louder baby," he sighed, the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock sent shivers throughout his body. "Just let it out, don't think about anyone else but the two of us."

Broken moans fell from your lips as you gripped the porcelain sink and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You pushed all of your worries to the side and listened to Eddie's words.

He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look in the mirror, "Good job princess, such a good girl," he smiled, locking eyes with you. "Such a pretty girl."

Eddie's eyes moved down to your neck and shoulder, which were exposed by the top you were wearing. A lightbulb switched on in his head and he slowly moved his mouth towards the most exposed spots.

He licked, nipped and kissed at your neck, testing the waters before even daring to bite into your beautiful skin. "Do it," you breathed. Eddie looked up and his eyes locked with yours again, "Do it, I want you to."

That was all he needed in order to continue.

He sunk his teeth in your soft skin, earning a hiss and moan from you in return.

Eddie left bite marks and hickeys all over your neck, and down your collarbone.

He hasn't done it before, but this just unlocked a whole new world for him that he will continue to do.

Eddie grabbed and groped your tits as he felt him dick twitch, he was so close to cumming and he can tell you were too. The way your moans went up an octave or two, the way you gripped the edge of the sink, the way your pretty eyes rolled back, the way your mouth fell open.

Eddie's hands made their way under your shirt and bra, he pinched and played with your nipples, the sensation sending goosebumps throughout your body and to your core.

You were so close, and you just wanted to cum.

You just wanted to cum for him and show him you're his good girl.

"E-Eddie..." you stuttered, "Hm?" he hummed, his pace getting faster and his hands gripping at your tits. "I'm so close, please," you didn't know what you were begging for; he was giving you everything you wanted.

Eddie brought one of his hands down and between your legs, he played with your clit, stimulating it.

You moaned and moaned; you were sure someone out there could hear you over the music. The bathroom smelled like sex, pure and raw sex.

You came and creamed all over Eddie's cock, you were sensitive to every movement right now. Eddie came inside of you, painting your walls white with his nut. When he slowly pulled his cock out of you, his nut was dripping out of you.

It was definitely a sight he loved to see. He used his fingers push the cum back inside of you and he pulled your panties back up.

"Try not to let anymore drip out of you, 'kay?" he asked, smiling.

You gave him a nod and he kissed the top of your head, forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and hands. He can't do much aftercare here, but that doesn't mean he won't show his love after fucking you.

Eddie took your hand and lead you out of the bathroom and back to the party. "You can go back to what you were doing my love."

You chuckled at his actions and walked back to Nancy and Robin; walking by Steve on your way to them.

You couldn't see it, but Eddie could.

Steve's face changed from, admiration and lust to surprise and disgust.

Surprise: He didn't think you were the type to be into that.

Disgust: It was Eddie's lips that were on you.

He scoffed and his eyes trailed down your body and to your ass. That's when he saw something dripping down your thigh.

If he wasn't as disgusted before, he's definitely disgusted now.

Guess he never had a chance after all.

[craziechwiv]

(Since it's almost Halloween, let's see what Jaune n Pyrrha are going as)

Jaune, putting on yellow gloves n red overalls: Pyrrha, you almost done in there?!

Pyrrha: Just a second!

Jaune: You said that an hour ago, Yang's costume party will start any second now in the cafeteria!

Pyrrha: I know, I'm sorry! Just gotta get the hair riiiight...

Jaune: I knew we should've asked Coco for help...

Pyrrha: Okay, okay! I'm here!

Jaune: Oh, thank gods! Lemme seeee oh my gods...

Pyrrha:

Is it bad?

Jaune: ...well at least we've got something in common to our costumes.

Pyrrha: What's that?

Jaune: We're gonna breed like rabbits~.

Pyrrha: O-Oh~!

[sparklingcid3r]

I promised a rumble rundown, so that’s what I’m gonna do. Let’s go🙏 also here's the yt vid i used lol

0:14-0:17

Paul says, “Hello, Darrel. Long time, no see” and then immediately starts checking him out with that upside down smile, ik what u think abt 👁️👁️

0:24-0:27

“I’ll take you” yeah Paul I’m sure u will 🙄 Darry’s cold af w the staredown tho, it’s unfortunate that Pony and Soda have do a full head turn to look at each other like “IKKK he ain’t j said that”

0:27-0:31

DALLAS MY GLORIOUS KING ARRIVES,, shirtless??? And the crowd goes mild‼️ Pony also gets popped in the face and down he goes, it was so good that he was here for just a little bit, everyone say bye now bc the next time he shows up in the fight u won’t even know it’s him I’m deadass

0:48-0:55

Soda is ripping into this guy right, my baby’s a champion!! And then gets up and kinda… walks past Steve getting his ass beat lmao. He even puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder to steady himself as he goes by😭

He just misses the mean double gut punch Steve tanks like the unit he is, because Steve GRABS THIS MAN’S PUNCH and RIPS one across his face, it was beautiful. Masterclass in the ring I’m afraid

0:56-0:58

Okay. I need to give yall the play by play for this single two-second sequence because it was genuinely the greatest clip of cinema I’ve ever seen in my life.

Paul’s got Darry out of frame and he’s confident, dare I say cocky. He’s doing the universal hand signals for “Cmon, hit me bro.”

And I’m gonna say this next part softly. Lean in and listen to me:

When I tell u that Darry clocks Paul in the face, I don’t mean he just clocks Paul in the face. Darry rises like a phoenix from the ashes and swings so hard that everyone around him can feel the aftershocks. Paul has just experienced the equivalent of a steel boxing glove to the dome. Teeth are flying. Paul will have no recollection of this moment for the rest of his life. Take a look at this.

Alr now we back up because YOU CAN SEEEE THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION. This man starts BAILING. The minute Darry spins back, Paul’s got bug eyes, all “Hold up. Wait a minute. He really ‘bout to clock my shit.” He did not want that smoke NEARLY as much as he thought he did, and ykw? I don’t blame him 🤷‍♀️ 

Letting yall know that I had to go back and slow down the playback speed so that I could bask in the glory that is Darrel Curtis’s behemoth of a punch. Geologists are losing their minds wondering how volcanoes are erupting and mountains are shifting, unaware of what just happened in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

1:00-1:03

Dally bitch slapping a dude is a great way to kick off the one-minute mark, and a good kick to the ribs just for funsies ig. U go girl🫶

1:04-1:07

Hottest Two-Bit has ever looked sorry

1:19-1:21

Alr Dally is literally picking people up and WWE rocking their shit as he slams them to the ground. That kid was dropped neck first. How did Pony not have to write a sequel.

1:22-1:24

Just an entire sequence dedicated to Soda mewing even as he gets bitched in the face. It’s alr tho, he got his get back

1:47-1:49

Istg I’m not tripping, u listen and u can hear Pony screaming for Darry yall I thought this was supposed to be a good time, I’m actually sobbing

1:55-2:01

STEVE CLUTCHES UP??? DEADASSSS that was the CLEANEST three-shot KO I’ve ever seen, then he body flips the guy behind him??? I WASN’T FAMILIAR W UR GAME, RANDLE 🙏

2:09-2:15

The Socs are kind of getting ready to retreat at this point but rq we gotta check in on the exes, Paul’s getting clowned on again lmfao.

This man tried to kick Darry, then when Darry’s got his foot and is getting ready to spin him like that pigskin, he’s PULLING on Darry’s HAIR??? Man, just leave 😭 ur cooked. And the last time we see him, he’s CRAWLING AWAY😭😭 at least STAND UP

2:24-2:27

Pony’s getting washed in a 6v1 it ain’t his fault this time, bless up. Luckily my goat Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. pulls up and literally starts throwing bodies. Absolutely spectacular that I get to live in the same lifetime as this movie.

2:30-2:32

Darry’s asking, “Ponyboy, you okay?” and some NOBODY tries to grab Darry’s shoulders. Who do u think u are???

3:35-3:45

Greasers get the W👏

So in conclusion I think we can all agree that if u are locked in an iso with Darry, just offer up ur cheek and get it over w. Ur not getting the dub. Roll down ur sleeves and go home, ur benched.

Sorry this is messy af, I'm just having fun rn LMFAO

[nanawaffles]

Okay this is never gonna happen but... imagine if season 3 was elronds season. I'm saying this because like.. season 1 was galadriel, right? Began with her background in valinor, Finrod, etc.

Season 2 began with Sauron. Goo monster. Making his way to Halbrand, then Annatar.

Season 3, given its to do with Numenor, could begin with Elros and Elrond. Like exploring that connection in the beginning, going back and showing what happened and such. Like gosh it could reveal so much and Elrond maybe keeping tabs on Numenor because they're his family, Gil Galad sending letters and bringing news, just while Elrond is building rivendell and just... I WANNA SEE ELROND & ELROS FFS. We keep talking about it just once let me seeee. Like numenor being Elros' realm would open so much in terms of comparisons, the two paths that diverged. The choice made. Like aaagh. I needs it.

... okay I'm done.

[puppetmaster13u]

Heeeey, wanna WIP?

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   “Let me seeee-” The shark’s voice practically crooned through his head, pushing his own thoughts aside for a moment in sheer insistence. He snarled, keeping his eyes closed as he tucked the kid closer against his chest, spare hand brushing across the glass. 

   “Show me, let me seee-” It was probably pressed against the windows with how bright the glow of their eyes were even with his own clenched closed. Too close, too dangerous, the kid was squirming, probably didn’t know better than to try and look- 

   “Oh!” The sheer delight in the voice nearly had him falling to non-existent knees, the green glow shifting to somewhere higher. He grit his teeth, ducking his head down and shifting his hold on the squirming kid in his arms. 

   “Sh, sh, I need you to stop squirming, please,” he whispered softly, trying to gather his thoughts even as a migraine bloomed in his head. At least his brain wasn’t melting, and he hoped to anything that might be listening that the kid was fine, that he could make it back to a windowless room with them okay. 

[kayentokk]

Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 2);Fuck It.

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;Sukuna has found a solution? Kind of, one hint though. It’s not ice cream.

Contains;fluff, little argument, not an adult way to deal with problems, cussing, chef Sukuna, totally not feelings(that Sukuna doesn’t have for you), life is ass sometimes, soft Sukuna 

Wc;1,719

A/N;Okay, so I definitely went heavy on the chef Sukuna.

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“I hope you’re hungry for pasta ‘cause that’s what m’makin,” he lowly grumbled walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah pasta is fine.”

You’ve watched Sukuna cook a multitude of times, and each time he looks so comfortable. So at peace, well when he’s not cussing out the stove for taking a long time to heat up. 

“Y’want garlic bread?”

“With cheese on top?”

“Are ya askin me?” He teases.

“Sukuna-,” you started to retort with an irritated tone. 

“Ask nicely, y/n.”

You just mumbled out a low “can you put cheese on top?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Oh my Go-“

“It’s just one word, sweetness.”

You rolled your eyes at the saccharine nickname coming from his lips, “Sukuna you’re seriously on my last-“

“Hmmm?” He feigned innocence while cutting you off again.

You let out a defeated sigh mixed with agitation and said, “please?”

“Seeee? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Oh yeah, so glad it amused you,” you replied rolling your eyes once again.

“It did.”

Sukuna turned the stove up, the small notches making little tick noises each time the setting changed, and began to boil the pasta. 

He was always meticulous about the way he cut up the vegetables and such, one time you even asked him why it mattered and he grumbled something about how eating ugly vegetables is gross. You weren’t exactly sure how one little crooked square would make it ugly since it’s all going in the same pot, but to each their own right?

“You should be a chef,” you blurted out.

It wasn’t a bad thought, just an inside one. But who wouldn’t want to see a chef Sukuna? The lean but buff figure putting garnishes on top of things and his triceps and forearms flexing each time he stirred a pot or chopped a veggie. His forehead collecting little beads of sweat from the steam of the pot he just opened to taste the contents. His fingers cupped underneath the spoon, and his cool breath blowing on the spoon causing his lips to purse-

“Y/n,” he says snapping his fingers to pull you back to planet Earth.

You immediately refocused your attention on the present moment and nervously asked, “yes?”

“Are y’gonna taste this sauce? Or just keep staring off into space?” 

Then you noticed the wooden spoon in front of you and hastily tasted the sauce. 

“It’s good!”

“Yeah,” he replied, “but as awesome as this tastes I was telling you, before you went all spacey on me, that a chef isn’t exactly the job f’me.”

“What,” you said with a pout, “why not? You’re so good at it. I could even be like your sous chef or something.”

“It’s just not, I dunno, it doesn’t feel like my thing.” 

“But-”

“I’ll cook for you all y’want mkay? So don’t complain, cause you basically get a lifetime of free meals. I don’t think Yuuji even gets as many meals as you do.”

“That’s because I’m always at your apartment, and you’re always cooking.”

He just gave a gruff hum in agreement with your statement. The truth is, Sukuna had never thought about what he wanted to be after college. Being a chef wouldn’t be all that bad but he’d have to cook for everyone, not just you. Which, for some reason, didn’t sit right with him. 

When the food was finished he plated it and set it in front of you with a glass of water. You gave him a low thanks and began eating. You hadn’t noticed before, but you must have been starving because you were scarfing his food down. 

“Let me know if you want seconds with that,” Sukuna said while playfully grinning. 

“Oh shut up,” you said chuckling. 

There it was, your laugh, your bright smile. He loved seeing that. To Sukuna, sadness didn’t fit you. It just wasn’t an emotion he would associate with you. To Sukuna, You’ve never truly been sad, well besides the little petty things you’d get upset over. To Sukuna, those were way different because they were fixable.

That’s why thinking about the current situation made Sukuna’s jaw clench, and even worse it made him scared because what if he couldn’t fix it this time?

Once you both finished eating you had decided you wanted to talk about it. You just needed to get some things of your chest. 

He was washing dishes when you started to speak, “I just don’t understand.”

At first he was about to ask, “understand what?”He had forgotten about the problem, and for a moment so did you. But he knew that you’d open up eventually so he just listened. 

You went through a rundown of exactly what happened. You told him about the tip-off from the mutual friend, the obscene sounds you heard, the trail of undergarments leading to the bedroom, and your little exit. Sukuna was pissed to say the least. He just didn’t understand how some ugly narcissistic asshole could throw away everything. What an idiot. 

Sukuna focused in on what you were saying again, “I mean, I think I was a good girlfriend…I thought I was anyways. People say it happens sometimes though….I just never really imagined it happening to me.” 

You continued on, I mean I probably should have seen it coming.” You scoffed before continuing, I mean just look at me-“

“Stop that.”

Sukuna hated that. He hated it, that you could feel so doubtful towards yourself. Like you weren’t good enough for that sack of shit. 

“You could find someone else, t’treat you nice and stuff.”

You laughed at his response, “That is only gonna happen in my dreams ‘Kuna.”

He just shrugged as if saying, “you never know.”

“I thought that when I went over there I’d be fine, I briefed myself and I knew what was going on. I was prepared for it. But now I’m just confused, and-“

“Angry?”

“Y’know, not everyone feels anger as an immediate emotion when something wrong happens to them ‘Kuna?” 

“Really? So it’s just me?” He said sarcastically, letting out a short chortle.

You rolled your eyes and continued, “I am angry ‘Kuna. So angry, okay? But I- I can’t just punch someone like you do-“ 

“I mean you could,” he mumbled under his breath  barely loud enough for you to hear. 

You just ignored him and continued with a sigh, “I also can’t just cry and ball my eyes out over it. I won’t let myself, it’s already pitiful enough. Crying about it won’t help.” 

He didn’t have a witty, snappy response to that one. “S’not pitiful,” he said gruffly while drying his hands off on a towel and moving closer to your spot in the kitchen.

“Have you ever been broken up with Sukuna? Actually scratch that, because you ‘don’t do serious relationships.’ You ever been rejected?”

“Y/n, that’s not the same-”

“It is! It’s proving my point. You can get any girl you want, Sukuna! You’ve never experienced anything like that, I don’t even think you could comprehend it at this point,” you said laughing dryly. 

“Y/n, you know that’s not the same, we’re not the same.” He said, beginning to think you were being a bit unreasonable, “and m’not sure what this has to do with me, but all I’m saying is that there’s nothing wrong with feeling angry or sad about the situation y/n. It’s perfectly normal to want to punch a guy who cheated on you,” he said escalating, “You should feel betrayed! Hell you should-“

“Don’t tell me how to feel,” you mumbled.

He paused, calming himself before speaking again. “I get it, okay y/n? You’re hurt, and I-,” he pauses in frustration, running a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face, “I wasn’t trying to tell you how to feel. But comparing and contrasting our lives isn’t gonna help.”

Sukuna was offended. his life is different from yours, way different. And if he’s being honest, it’s not one you’d want to live anyways. Sleeping with random people, there’s not a difference from any of them. Half the time he can’t even remember them, or they’re blowing up his phone. 

It’s just a distraction for him, for what he hasn’t exactly figured out yet. Well, deep down he knows but he’d never let himself admit it. And with all the “relationships” you’ve been in. It’s the only way he stays sane at this point. 

“I know, I know, sorry for ‘comparin,” you said knowing you were wrong. 

He sighed not liking the way the conversation had taken a turn, “y’dont hafta say sorry Y/n. I just wish y’would channel your inner me or something.”

“What? You mean act crazy and go beat my ex up or something Sukuna?”

At first, he was just joking with that comment. Trying to bring the light back into the heavy conversation, but he thought about it and seeing a more crazy side of you wouldn’t be so bad. Not that he’s crazy, but thinking about seeing a more loose side of you intrigued Sukuna.

“Well, while that is a me thing to do it’s not exactly what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Fuck it.”

“Fuck it? That’s what you want me to do?”

That is such a Sukuna thing, but only with hookups. Make no mistake, Sukuna is an adult, and he does have responsibilities and priorities that he has to take care of now. So ‘fuck it’ is only for situations where he doesn’t have to care. 

“Yes. I want you to say fuck it to this whole situation, hang out with me the whole weekend and not contact him,” he says while crossing his arms. 

“Even if he calls me?”

“Especially if he calls you. I’m sure he’ll get the hint. Since you left your spare key there and made quite the exit,” he said deviously. 

You rolled your eyes and huffed out a, “fine, let’s fuck it.”

“With pleasure,” he stated. 

You were actually excited for this weekend, sure this wasn’t a very adult way to handle things. But if you were being honest, you didn’t want to handle it, you just wanted to act like it never happened. Not ideal, but it’s fine. Besides, some of your best life experiences were with Sukuna, what could go wrong?

@/cafekitsune for the divider

[halamet-chalamet]

Okay okay.. hear me out on this... what if you and Matthew have just had a baby.. and he makes them one of his stuff animals and the baby doesn't know whether to be scared or happy... so they do like a little cry but then smiles.. but its not like just a one time thing they do it everytome they see the thing before they realize that it's fake...

Oh my gosh yesss. His stuffed animals are terrifying bruh.. but also cute but the octopus was a NOH. Also dad!Mathew 😩 let’s gooo

Warnings/content: no warnings! It’s pure fluffy dad Mathew! Featuring Marty (you’ll see) okay enjoy!!

It’s been 6 months since I’ve given birth to Lorelei. 8 months since Mathew came to the realization that I was pregnant with a real baby, a baby girl to be exact. Not that he didn’t know these things before but then he realized it was really only two months away.

Given this newly discovered fact Mathew decided to go crazy on crafts for baby Gubler. Drawings, and paintings for her room. Little blankets with her name crocheted in them, and a little yellow stuffed ‘animal’. It was really more of a creature or monster that Mathew liked to call Marty. Until Lorelei was ready for toys we kept Marty in a little toy bin at the bottom of her closet.

Though, now that she’s hit 6, nearly 7 months, crawling and getting into everything, we’ve decided it’s time for her to get into more of her less infant-like toys.

Mathew wanted the honor of getting out the bin and playing with her, much to my happiness as I get to watch and possibly record. Mathew took little Lorelei out of her high chair after feeding her breakfast and brought her to her nursery.

“Lorelei, I have a little surprise for you my girl!” Mathew cooed with a smile on his face as he brought out Marty the Monster. “Hi there Lorelei I’m Marty! Can we be friends?” He asked in his best monster voice.

Instead of the initial response we assumed she’d have, giggling or smiling,wanting to play. Our baby let out a noise we’ve never heard before.

First she was upset. Our least favorite sight occurred as she sat there with tears falling down her face. But she followed the tears with a small giggle and smile.

“What was that?” Mathew asked, still talking through the monster.

Lorelei let out another noise and crawled towards my legs.

“What’s wrong, muffin?” I asked our daughter, putting her on my lap.

“Do you think it scared her?” Mathew asked me. I couldn’t stand the sad look in his eyes.

“Maybe,” I replied. “Let’s try again.” I picked up Marty, the adorable yellow monster, and put him in front of Lorelei.

The baby hid her face in my chest but once again let out a small chuckle.

“Lorelei,” Mathew chuckled. “This is our friend! Seeee?” He squeezed Marty while using the baby voice he always used when he was trying to play with her. Lorelei now looked a little more comfortable as she smirked a little bit at her dads antics.

Gently, Mathew grabbed her tiny hand and put it on Marty. “See? He’s just a little plush guy?”

I smiled at the two loves of my life, interacting in such a silly and adorable way. Lorelei took the yellow stuffed animal from Mathew and giggled looking at the face of Marty.

Mathew got off his knees on the floor in front of me and our daughter and came to sit next to me. “That was a lot of grief over Marty.” I joked, looking over at him.

“It was, but it was worth it.” He almost whispered, kissing my forehead and then Lorelei’s.

Lorelei has been a daddy’s girl since day one. She would whine if I gave her a smooch while she was ‘busy’ but that’s not the case with dad, of course. She gave the same tiny smile she always gave, and looked up at Mathew like he was the best thing in the world. It was a sight that melted both of our new- parenting hearts, even though it sounds super cheesy.

After Lorelei had disregarded Marty, I put him in the corner of her crib, while Mathew took out new toys from her bin, to play with her.

“It’s going to be nap time soon,” I warned the both of them. Not that they were particularly listening, but Mathew gave a little nod which was enough affirmation for me. I took a seat back on the carpeted floor and watched my two favorite people be adorable.

A/N- okay this might totally suck, it’s my first blurb for Mathew so let me know if you have any feedback. Also my requests are open :) that’s all love you byeeeee 💖

[moonshynecybin]

Wait wait wait WAITTT

Now that Pecco is clearing all the air, sweeping the porch, sprinkling perfume to welcome marc in the factory Ducati. If it is announced before his wedding, does Marc get an invite (actually let's assume he's getting it). And Marc will go. Obviously. Dressed like it's the met gala the theme being omegas in heat and Marc is the only one who can save it. Marc at Vale's eldest daughters wedding scenarios please. Great if Marc takes someone other than alex as plus one

under no circumstances do i think queen domizia wants marc at her wedding did you SEEEE the side eye she shot at him in parc ferme i GASPED ! and i frankly don’t think marc would even goooooo ESPECIALLY without alex lmao. vipers nest in his brain. that being said let’s say ducati is crazy and makes him go for unspecified totalitarian contract reasons. and also my situations.

so! this IS the nightmare scenario for marc. like he is absolutely the loneliest little girl at the school dance. no alex no friends everyone’s italian he’s surrounded by competitors all of whom don’t fuck with him ANDDDD vale’s there with uccio pretending he doesn’t exist (shooting little glances at marc from across the room when he isn’t looking. hyper aware of where he is at all times.) it’s like one of those dreams where you try to wake urself up bc it’s a HORROR MOVIE but he can’t. alone at the bar kinda night. (i will add. even in his distress he DID dress well he looks GOOD. smells INSANE. fitted tux ass goes crazy. meanwhile vale is in a crisp white cotton t shirt worth more than my car. and khakis. marc is miserably horny about it.)

i think we stare down two scenarios here. if he isn’t allowed to leave lmao. ONE! bezz takes sweet loverboy pity on him (alsooo feels weird about pecco’s wedding as he said on that podcast. he’s not elegant he IS single and he does i think lowkey feel the chapter of his life where he’s hanging out as a bachelor with his fun bestie is over. like okay jo march 👍) and decides to take (HIGHLY suspicious but would never show it) marc under his wing not unlike say. rescuing an undersocialized pit bull puppy in need of a home. sticks with marc most of the night once he realizes marc has NOBODY. gets him a lil drunk. tries to make him laugh. throws it back on the dancefloor. maybeeee thinks about kissing him at the end of the night but instead they end up talking about vale. somehow. after that they aren’t friend but marc will call him bezz and fist bump him occasionally. neither of them notice valentino’s WHITE HOT stare on the back of their necks after that lmao

SCENARIO TWO.

saddest little hot girl. runs into vale in the bathroom. vale’s been watching him all night and vice versa they’ve been building to something they KNOWWWW how this was gonna end. and vale’s seen how lonely he is feels a leedle guilty but would DIEE before he let marc know that. odd little stilted convo slides quickly into something catastrophically horny and they end up with marc like. sucking vale’s dick against the wall as vale tells him he’s pretty. petting through his too short aging crisis hair. vale finishes and gets marc off slick and nasty with his hand. fixing his tie in absolute dead silence fixated on liek. the red slick skin of his upper lip. wondering if it would be hot to the touch. and because it’s a wedding and they were tipsy it’s like. okay that happened. we can ignore it forever 👍 and then they get to the next race weekend and they CANT

[dollgxtz]

Hiii! Would it be okay for you to give us like an estimate of how many chapters will be in ‘His Watchful Eye’ if it’s okay with you of course no rush or anything ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Let’s seeee with the current rate of how things are going I estimate it’s gonna be about 15-17 chapters. 17 at the MOST hopefully, I’ll try and not go crazy and make a 30 chapter fic with 20k words each 😆😭

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 39

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1k

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He comforted Prince, petting his tentacles once again. You're not too surprised to see that Prince is big on physical affection.

Eventually, the three of you went back to sleep, after a small cup of tea and some chatting. Emperor would gloat about past battles, but it wasn't in the way you'd expect. He'd often speak highly of his teammates, appearing proud of them more than simply 'Oh we're better than everyone haha'. He seemed genuine, as if they were his family. They probably were his family now. Emperor, the eldest, N-pacer, the older sister, Edging Jr., the middle brother, and Prince, the youngest.

The true family.

You weren't sure what to do with yourself the following day. You had a notably very nice breakfast- near feast- with team Monarch. They were all so kind to you: Offering you juice or whatever beverage you wanted, asking if the food was okay, making sure your plate was taken care of. ..Asking how your family was.

Right, Emperor was the only one that knew why you were homeless for the moment. The others just assumed Prince brought a friend home. That's... oddly sweet, actually. How they didn't even bother with asking for any kind of explanation, letting Prince be happy with his friend. You smiled softly as they chatted amongst themselves, leaving your chin in the palm of your hand due to being finished your food before the rest of them.

Before you left, not wanting to intrude any further, Prince claimed to have a small gift for you. It was originally for him, but it didn't fit him yet, but he wanted to give it a good use.

It was a fairly flat gold ring with a small crown symbol engraved on it. It was flat so that it wouldn't mess with the way whoever wore it held their weapon. The two brothers guided you to the gates, waving you goodbye. You then noticed something on Emperor's left hand- a matching gold ring. That's sweet, knowing that Prince and he were supposed to have matching rings. You almost felt bad accepting the gift afterwards, but Prince assured you it suited you much more and he could always get another one.

After you left, Emperor turned to his brother and thanked him, smiling.

"Thank you for the cover-up story, Prince."

Prince giggled and covered his mouth with his hand before whispering:

"Someone's got a cruuush~"

Emperor shot him a playful glare paired with a roll of his eyes.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You decided you'd do some Salmon Run to fill your time.

You played on your phone, waiting for your teammates after putting on your slopsuit. You smiled as you scrolled through your gallery, going through memories you've captured with your family and the S4, as well as other teams like the blue team and Gloves' team.

Your first teammate arrived and you paid them no mind as they changed into their Salmon Run gear. Eventually you looked up at them to try to gauge how skilled they appeared, hoping you'd end up with a good teammate. Unlike in game, whoever walks in first goes to work, no matter if they're a go-getter or profreshional. What you weren't expecting was a pair of cyan eyes staring right back at you through the lenses of a gasmask.

"Ah..."

You sat frozen for a moment, as did Mask.

Well, no matter the circumstances, you were both here to work.

"So, um, are you here so you can buy a new game?"

He nods, continuing to get ready for his shift.

It was an awkward few minutes of silence, many questions on your mind. You couldn't help but choose one to ask. In a small voice, you mustered:

"Is the S4 doing okay?"

"...Whaaat do you meaaan?"

"I mean with... the whole idea that you're from a game."

"I thiiink it's kinda cool. They're doing okay."

He paused for a moment,

"This world is very real to us, riiiight? I don't seeee the issue. And I thiiiink they're beginniiiing to get over it tooooo."

You sigh in relief, and Mask looks at you with curiosity. Out of all the questions you could have asked, you asked if they were okay? Did you not care if they hated you? What they thought of you? Only if they were doing okay?

You're an interesting squid, he'll give you that.

Soon enough, two others rolled in - literally - to Grizz.co. Goggles and Gloves.

Goggles swiftly tacked you in a hug, still excited about your big win. You hugged him back and ruffled his tentacles, enjoying the simpleness of his actions. Things weren't so complicated with him. And they didn't have to be. After your interaction, Gloves dabs you up, and fistbumps you, also proud of your win against Emperor.

Mask watched from afar, curiosity in his gaze. You confused him. So much was happening in your life, yet you were still able to enjoy it? Shouldn't you hate life right now? Shouldn't you be working at Grizz.co to forget your worries?

The thing he was most confused about is how he couldn't hate you, despite you seemingly enjoying life. You made the best out of what you had and he didn't hate you for it. If anything, maybe he even lo- no, no. Surely not. That was too far.

But he didn't hate you, he knew that much.

Soon enough, you were sent off to Spawning Grounds with Mask, Goggles and Gloves by your side. You chatted in the helicopter with Goggles, talking about your recent battle and how your teams were doing.

Mask knew it must've hurt to talk about, yet you continued to force a smile, subtly encouraging Goggles to talk about his own team.

Mask analysed you carefully as you battled. You especially seemed to be good at reviving your teammates and protecting them. You really were good at caring for others. You were patient with Gloves and Goggles, teaching them how to take down the bosses.

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[kelcemesoftly]

Heartbreak Series: Part 2 [[Lips of an Angel]] Song Imagine

Series: Heartbreak series, Part 2

Summary: Part two of the Heartbreak Series! This one is based off the song of Lips of an Angel by Hinder.

Words: 2041

Triggers: swearing is the only one :)

Might make this into a little series, but we will seeee. Let me know if y'all want another one to this series! I hope it comes across as angsty <3 As always, would love your thoughts!

Honey, why you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now

Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Travis had been doing his best to move on since his breakup with Y/N, reverting back to his old ways which consisted of going to clubs nightly, drinking until he was void of any feelings, and meaningless hookups. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to attempt another relationship ever again, simply because this breakup was so rough on him. Y/N was his best friend, the person he told all his secrets, and the one he knew he could always count on to support and encourage him after a rough game. The house was empty without you, the lack of pictures and decor on the wall a painful, brutal reminder that you were no longer there. 

It had been nine months since the breakup, and it was now the heart of football season. This meant that he wasn’t able to go out nearly as much due to early morning practices and late night meetings. While he didn’t want another relationship, couldn’t picture his future with anyone other than Y/N, he missed the companionship and normalcy of having someone to share his life with, someone to come home to after a long day at practice or after a shitty end to a game. That’s precisely why he was now dating Hailey, one of his previous hookups. The two had discovered that they had several things in common; both were extroverts, loved to party, and had an amazing family support system. He wouldn’t say that he loved her, and even if he did, it wasn’t the same way that he loved and cared for Y/N. He had never publicly shared that he was in a new relationship, but Hailey had shared several Instagram stories of her at the games and with him. For all intents and purposes, the public was well aware that Travis had moved on with a new girl. 

Travis and Hailey had gotten back to his house about an hour ago, having gone out with the team after their Sunday Night football win. This was a usual occurrence for him, but it didn’t feel right. It hadn’t felt right all season because Y/N wasn’t by his side. It was almost as if a stranger was accompanying him to these events, to these places, even though Hailey was his new girlfriend.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he cracked open a Bud Light, chugging half of the pounder in less than five seconds. Hailey had slipped away to his bedroom to decompress from the late night, but he wasn’t ready to go to bed quite yet. Plopping down on the couch, he flipped on the television while gripping the beer tightly in his large palm. Travis felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket, his brows furrowed in confusion. It wasn’t like his teammates to text him at this hour, even the younger ones that could easily keep up with him at the club. It certainly wouldn’t be Jason or his parents reaching out to him, unless there was an emergency. The mere thought of something happening to one of his loved ones had his heart racing, hand darting into his pocket as he fished out his phone. 

Travis’ breath hitched when he saw Y/N’s appear on the screen. He hadn’t heard from you since you collected the rest of your things from their, or his, house. It didn’t take more than a second for him to open the message, relief spreading through his veins when he saw that you were just checking in on how he was doing. It was still strange for you to be asking him about that, but at least he knew that nothing was wrong with you, at least not physically. Travis was well aware that responding to you could send him down a rabbit hole that might be difficult to get out of, but quite frankly, he didn’t give a fuck in his drunken state. Truth be told, he wouldn’t have cared even if he was sober. His fingers typed out a response before he could comprehend what he was saying. His eyes stared at the screen, waiting to see if Y/N would respond to him. When he didn’t see the three dots appearing below his message to indicate you were typing, he assumed that you had sent the message to him by mistake. Downing the rest of his beer, he tossed the empty can onto the coffee table. He was just about to stand up and grab himself another drink, but he froze in place when he heard the familiar Facetime ringtone emitting from his phone. 

Answering your Facetime call would be a bad idea, a horrible idea, in fact, but he couldn’t not answer you. Not after he had spent every day since the breakup wondering how you were doing. His heart had been yearning for you, but he didn’t have the courage to reach out.  You were the one who had broken up with him, afterall.

After the third ring, the athlete came to his senses and answered the call, not wanting Hailey to hear it and question him about who was calling him at this time at night. Seeing Y/N again took his breath away, cheeks heating up as he saw your form on the other end. Travis would recognize you any time, any day, but your figure looked completely different than it had the last time he saw you. Your eyes weren’t sparkling. Your face was sunken in, looking void of all emotion. Your arms were thinner, clothes baggier. It took him no time at all to recognize all of this, and if his heart wasn’t already sinking to his stomach, it definitely was now.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You okay?” he whispered, his icy blue hues darting across the phone screen. You didn’t respond right away, and he thought that you might had not heard him. Before he was able to repeat his question, you piped up, your voice sounding meek and cracking by the end of your sentence. “Trav… I miss you.”

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

Travis’ jaw dropped when you said that you missed him. It had been something that he had been aching to hear since the breakup. But now… now he was in a relationship, and based on what his teammates had told him, so were you. If that were true, then why the fuck were you saying this to him right now? He’d been broken enough when you ended things with him, he didn’t need anymore salt being poured into his wounds. Any and all words left his mind, as if he was unable to form a cohesive thought. Swallowing thickly, he sat up with his elbows resting against his thighs, chest rising and falling with each breath he took. “Y/N… you’re drunk,” he said gently with a shake of his head. It was evident to him that you had more than a few drinks in your system. But, with that being said, Travis thought that you were being truthful with your words. There wasn’t one time since he met you that you’d lied to him. He was lost in his thoughts that he almost missed your next words.

“Drunk or sober, I’d be saying the same thing. I miss you,” you whimpered, tears springing to your eyes. You did your best to blink away the tears, but it was futile. As soon as he gave you that puppy dog look, you were a goner. Tears furiously fell down your cheeks as you bent your knees and brought them up to your chest. Your face buried into your legs, small whimpers being heard through the other end of the phone.

Travis’ heart was breaking as he watched you fall apart on the other side of the phone, wishing more than anything that he could hop through it and pull you into his muscular arms to comfort you. Seeing you cry was one of the most painful things for him to watch because all he wanted to do was take your sadness and suffering away. The drinks that he had consumed over the night, along with the Bud Light that he had just downed, were clearly catching up to him. Without a second thought, he reciprocated your words. “I miss you, too, baby.” 

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words, it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

You lifted your head from its position on your legs, eyes peering back into the screen of your iPhone. The last thing you’d expected was for Travis to say that he missed you, too, that he felt the same way that you did. You blinked several times in an attempt to process if he’d actually said that or if your mind was playing tricks on you. Your eyelids squinted as you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your free hand came up to cover your face, not wanting your ex to see you having a complete breakdown. 

“Baby, don’t do that. Don’t hide away, you can look at me,” Trav encouraged, his voice even and collected. The one thing that you could always count on with him was that he’d be able to ground you, keep you calm, keep you rational in situations. And the damn pet name that he always used for you was your weakness, and he knew that. It was infuriating yet sweet at the same time. Slowly, you dropped your hand from your face, moving it to rest under your ass. When your eyes met his, you swore that your heart stopped beating. Even though he appeared dejected, Travis still looked as beautiful as ever. It was like a knife piercing your heart because you had let the perfect man escape from your life over a petty argument. And you beat yourself up about it every single day.

“I’m so, so sorry, Trav. I… I don’t know what I was thinking, why I did it. Why didn’t you stop me?” you questioned brokenly, digging her nails into the skin through your skimpy pajama bottoms. You knew that wasn’t a fair question at all because he did try and stop you. He pleaded with you as you packed your suitcases, begged you not to go as you threw your things into your car, followed you down the driveway, and called you as you drove away, promising you that the two of you could work this out. But, you were so angry in that moment that you didn’t want to listen. 

“I should’ve tried harder, Y/N. There’s no doubt about that,” Travis agreed, gripping the phone between both of his hands. Your face sank at his admittance. If he had come after you, you might not be so miserable right now, you both might not be so miserable. 

Travis knew that he was treading a dangerous line right now. He shouldn’t be calling you baby, he shouldn’t be admitting to his wrongdoing. Frankly, he shouldn’t be talking to you right now with Hailey in the next room. Still, he couldn’t pull himself away from you. Even though you weren’t physically in the same room, it’s like a magnet was pulling him to you. 

“What does this mean? Where do we go from here?” You questioned, well aware that both of you were in a new relationship. If Travis had asked you to leave your new boyfriend and come back to you, you’d do it in an instant. You didn’t think that would happen, though, because he was respectful and wouldn’t intentionally hurt the new woman that he was dating. 

As if you didn’t think he could break your heart any more, he did. “We’re both in new relationships, Y/N. There’s no us anymore."

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