#said it was dumb of me to have tried and that getting the (under $100) replacement parts is a dumb thing to do.

[transmasc-tabris]

.

[sailortongue]

Lima Bean

pairing: kenji sato x reader

summary: kenji makes his intentions clear and a certain reporter is a little too committed to his job

an: ik the title is kinda dumb but bear with me i have an idea (title is still subject to change if the idea falls through). also tags are being kind of silly and I don't know how to get them to act right so if you asked to be tagged but didn't get notified I swear I tried 😭

wc: 2k

navi | prev | series mlist

--------

“I’m pregnant.”

Those two words changed Kenji’s entire demeanor in seconds. His face dropped and his jaw hung open in complete disbelief. “. . . Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Positive test, missed period, morning sickness,” you listed off. “I’m going to make an OBGYN appointment anyway just to be 100% sure, but so far yeah I’m pretty sure.”

“Ah,” was all he could say in response, his mind both blank and racing at the same time. Had he really not used protection? Was he that drunk? He tried to think back to that night, but all he could seem to remember was a flash of you under him and his lips on your neck. His face immediately flushed scarlet. 

“Are you angry?” You asked, noticing the rapid shift in his complexion. 

He rushed to deny your assumption. “No! No, nothing like that. I'm just . . . not sure what to make of this.”

“I know how you feel,” you said wryly. “Just thought you should know, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling almost hollow inside with the knowledge that your life was about to undergo a drastic change.

“I appreciate it, thank you. If you don’t mind, uh,” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “I'd like to be present. To be a father.” He thought back to when he took care of Emi and how much he came to love her. He was confident in his ability to take care of his own biological child, even if these weren’t the circumstances in which he imagined he’d have one. 

You looked at him as if you were meeting him for the very first time, entirely taken aback by his willingness to step up. Truthfully you'd expected him to deny any responsibility, but there he was, asking to raise the baby alongside you—to step up to the metaphorical plate and be a dad. “Really? And you’re not going to leave at the first inconvenience?”

“No. You have my word on that.” His expression was one of utmost sincerity. “I want to be a dad. Granted, this isn’t how I expected it,” he laughed awkwardly, “but it’s how it happened, and I won't run away from it.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I'll be honest, I didn't expect you to be so noble.”

“Thought I’d tell you to get rid of it or just throw a check at you to never contact me again? I understand the concern, but I want to be there every step of the way.”

“Then, would you like to come with me for my appointment? I haven’t scheduled it yet but . . .” you trailed off, realizing you were asking a very busy man to take time out of his day to accompany you to a doctor's appointment. “Unless of course you’re busy or don’t want to,” you added quickly.

He laughed at how flustered you’d gotten. “I'll be there. No matter the weather, practice, or a game, I will be there. That’s my kid you’ve got in there after all,” he said with a broad grin on his face as he pointed to your abdomen. “And that takes priority over everything else.”

“Wow. You’re smitten with something that’s probably the size of a lima bean right now,” you teased.

“Woah now, that’s our lima bean and I’m going to be the best dad a bean could wish for,” he asserted, imagining teaching his future son or daughter to play baseball with him or helping with homework, even what it would be like to do his daughter’s hair, or perhaps teaching his son how to tie a tie.

He was snapped from his thoughts when you slid your phone towards him from across the table, the screen displaying a new contact. “If we're going to be coparenting we should have each other's numbers.”

He picked up the device to input his number and then checked his own phone. He showed you the screen, a message from your own number displayed there. 

It was only when he handed your phone back to you that you noticed how late it had already become. “Oh wow, I didn’t realize the time. I didn't mean to keep you so late,” you apologized. 

“No no, it’s fine. I'm glad you, or, Ami, I guess, insisted we have this conversation in person. Think if I had been told over text I’d still be sitting on the couch reading it over and over again,” he laughed. 

“That was how I felt looking at the test. It didn’t feel real.” You had a smile that mirrored his own, and you couldn’t believe how fortunate you were that Kenji wasn’t the douche you expected he’d be when he found out. Quite the opposite, to your pleasant surprise.

“Do you need a ride back home?” He asked earnestly, not quite ready to say bye. After all, you hadn’t  allowed him the chance the last time you had met. 

You shook your head as you stood from the table. “No, I drove here, but thanks anyway. I guess I'll keep in touch?”

He hummed in affirmation, standing from his chair, his impressive height towering over you. He gestured for you to walk first, following close behind you, his hand lightly pressed to your lower back as he walked with you to your car. While the two of you were wishing each other good night, another patron of the cafe was typing furiously into his phone, notifying his boss that he had just overheard the sport's world's juiciest scandal in months.

-❀-

The first thing you did the following day was schedule an appointment with an obstetrician. There had been a recent cancellation so you were able to get a slot in just a few days. You sent Kenji a text to notify him when and where, a small part of you looking forward to seeing him again. He responded quickly, saying he would definitely be there. 

When the day came, he called you to ask if you wanted to go together, rather than take two cars. You agreed and told him your address, choosing to wait for him inside due to the biting cold of December. When you heard a car pull up, you exited your home, and it took all of your willpower not to gawk at his car, which was probably worth more than your entire house. You saw the driver's door begin to open, and he stepped out, breathtakingly handsome as usual. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and waved, greeting you with a jovial “Morning!”

“Good morning, Kenji,” you returned, a smile gracing your features. 

As you approached the car, he slid back into the driver's seat and looked over at you, taking in the sight of the mother of his future child. He'd lain awake all night, playing with the idea over and over in his mind. He was really going to be a dad. How different could it be to raise a human baby if he’d already done so with a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby?

You noticed his gaze in your peripheral vision, but as you turned to look at him he snapped his attention forward and made himself busy with inputting the name of the doctor’s office you’d given him into the GPS. 

The ride was filled with pleasant small talk, asking each other how you had been since last time, basically avoiding the elephant in the room and talking about everything except the new life between you. After parking, he made sure to open the door to the office for you and entered after you, a rush of cold air enveloping you as you approached the front desk. You confirmed your appointment with the receptionist, and she directed the two of you to sit in the waiting room and told you your name would be called when the doctor was ready. 

As you were waiting, you noticed Kenji’s leg bouncing up and down rapidly, showing his nerves despite it not even being his appointment. You took the opportunity that had presented itself and placed your hand atop his knee. He looked over at you, his brown eyes wide and his lips pressed into a thin line. “You can wait in the car if you’d prefer—“

“No!” He all but shouted, refusing to let you believe for even one second that he would run out. “I said I would be here for you and I will,” he said adamantly, placing his hand over yours where it was still on his knee and squeezing tightly, a physical reassurance that we was staying put. 

“y/n l/n.” You heard your name called.  You and Kenji stood together, his hand not releasing yours. Instead, he rubbed calming circles on the skin as you were escorted into the patient rooms, though you weren’t entirely sure if it was meant to ease his nerves or yours. Either way, it was a sweet gesture.

-❀-

The gel was cold as it was spread across your exposed skin, sending shivers up your spine. A grainy black and white image showed up on the screen, and the doctor pointed to a small grey object depicted on it, surrounded by a sea of black. “This,” she started, “is the fetus.” You looked at the screen in awe before glancing over at Kenji. He was seated in a chair against the wall, his elbows braced on his knees as he leaned forward, his attention rapt on the screen and his lips open in a small “o” shape. 

The doctor chuckled at your amazed reactions. “Excited to be parents?” She asked.

You don’t think Kenji even heard her, so you answered. “To be totally honest, this was unexpected, but I think we can make it work. Kenji here made it very clear that he wants to be a dad.”

“That's wonderful to hear. Well, looking at the scan I'd say you’re about 7 weeks along and you can expect to welcome the baby around August 11. 

Kenji was practically bubbling as you each took your seats in the car, and he kept stealing glances at your tummy even if you weren’t showing any visible change yet. 

-❀-

These past few days of tailing the nation's sweetheart baseball player were so worth it, thought the man sitting in his car while browsing through the photos of Kenji Sato and a woman he’d never been seen with before entering and leaving an OBGYN facility together. Interesting. Very interesting. With those photos there was no denying that Kenji Sato, baseball heartthrob, was a soon-to-be father.

-❀-

Kenji put the car in park in your driveway. You made to get out of the car until he exclaimed “Wait!” You re-situated yourself on the seat, angling yourself towards him. He seemed almost at war with himself, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to actually say what had prompted him to stop you from leaving. “Would you, uh,” he faltered, chuckling awkwardly. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” He gave you a hopeful look. 

Heat flushed across your face and ears, and you beamed at him. “Doing things way out of order aren’t we?” You joked. 

He laughed mirthfully as well. “Way out of order,” he agreed. “So, was that a yes? To go out?”

“Yes, that was a yes,” you giggled, finding his eagerness endearingly sweet.

He nodded his head. “Ok. Ok, great. Are you free this Saturday? I'll pick you up?”

“I’ll see you then,” you agreed cheerfully, and, deciding to take another risk since you were doing things all out of order anyway, you leaned over and placed a quick peck against his cheek before hopping out of the car and waving goodbye. He continued to wait in the car until he saw you safely enter your home, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest and his face crimson red, one hand placed lightly against where your lips had touched his skin. 

----------

next

----------

taglist: @mochminnie @lovingyeet @sassy-cat-in-town @hanachiiii @aise-30 @reivelmin @fcheung750 @breaddippedinorangejuice @lunaryasha @imsimping4life @boomboom-tanjiro2019 @f1uveryysblog @random-3455 @b3e-sat0 @retaaaa56 @casualburning

[rafesweetie]

⋆˚࿔ the way 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ — jj maybank and pogue!princess!reader

“ you a princess to the public, but a freak when it’s time, “

cw ; making out, reader tries to go further, ‘mama’ and ‘princess’ nickname, drunk!reader.

jj had bought the hot tub a year ago, during a moment of rage and upset, and he thought the pogues would instantly return his reckless decision and get the restitution money back — news flash, he was wrong.

there have been many parties in the fun hot tub, getting drunk and splashing around with the pogues, tonight was no different. it started out normal and fun, sipping drinks and giggling and talking about stuff that would make no sense to a sober person. then kie and pope left to have some ‘alone time.’

“oh my god, jj, you know what that means right?” you giggling, sipping your vodka pink lemonade.

“what, mama?” he knows what, he’s just entertaining you because you’re cute when you’re drunk — not like he’d ever admit to thinking that.

“means theyre gonna go do it,” john b even laughs at that, which makes you laugh more. “thought you liked her, jayj,” you say after the giggles stop.

“who? kie?” he asks, faking obliviosness.

“mhm,”

he shakes his head. “nah. no, she’s all pope’s. plus, shes like, a bop, always going after another guy,”

“ew, jj, don’t say bop,” john b cringes.

“then who do you like?” you ask, too drunk to care that you’re prying.

“can’t tell you that, ‘s a secret,”

“jayj, thats no fun!” you pout, gently pushing his bicep which makes him laugh. “just tell me, probably won’t even remember tomorrow,”

“yeah yeah. maybe later,”

sarah whispers something to john b and he makes up some shitty excuse and leaves.

“dunno why everyone is hooking up,” you say. “‘s dumb, don’t like being the only single one,”

he rolls his eyes. “i’m single too, mama, y’not the only one, i feel you,”

“yeah, but you like someone. you always get who you like, it’s how you work,”

“what, and you don’t? huh? remember in sophomore year when you kissed topper thornton because you had that kook phase?”

“it was a peck, we didn’t even make out,” you argue. “never made out with anyone before,” you murmur under your breath.

his eyebrows furrow. sorry, did he hear you right? “what?” he asks, implying that you repeat yourself louder.

“i’ve never made out with anyone before.” you admit a bit louder.

“c’mooon,” he takes a sip of his beer. “that’s not true. you’re drunk, stop lying,”

“m’not lying!”

the water moves as he gets a bit closer to you. “y/n, im 100% sure you’re lying. i mean come on, you’re the prettiest girl on the island, you’ve even got kooks, like — rafe cameron type shit — going after you. and you’ve never made out with someone?”

you splash him with the hot water. “stop rubbing it in,”

“hey hey, not trying to be mean, mama,”

“just because you’re always making out with girls doesnt mean that everyone does. you’re a player,” the insult is obviously not said seriously.

“hey, i ain’t a player, i just..” you roll your eyes. “you’re gross,” you say, but you’re back to smiling.

“i could always help you out. i mean cmon, it would be fun, having someone you’re close to being your first. not some random kook,”

“what do you mean?”

“i’m just saying that if you need it, i got it. i got it everyday.”

so you’re not exactly sure when you ended up on your best friend’s lap, but you really like it. being on top of jj maybank, the cutest surfer and pogue in town, a literal light in the OBX. you’re having fun, giggling between kisses when he says something silly or gets dramatic when you nip his lower lip. it’s like he’s putting on a show to make you more comfortable. your hand is tracing his abs underneath the water, feeling him up, your other hand on his shoulder. his hands are everywhere — like, literally everywhere your pink bikini doesn’t cover. it’s clear he’s been wanting to do this for a while.

you two take breaks to have a sip of your drinks and get more drunk and have more fun. he tries a sip of your vodka lemonade and cringes at the sweetness, and you giggling and kiss him again. your lipgloss is making his lips and neck and jaw all sticky. he wonders where you got so good at this.

you go to feel him through his swim trunks, and he stops you, grabbing your poorly polished hand. “what?” you ask, smiling dropping.

“hey, c’mon, don’t wanna steal all your firsts in one night,” he squeezes your waist.

“when did you become responsible?”

“since now.”

you groan. “but i love the way you make me feel. do you not like me like that?”

“hey, princess, i got some feelings for you i’m not gonna get bored of. but let’s take it slow for me too, mkay mama? so it’ll be a first for me too.”

with that, you nod and go back to kiss him.

[genderlessjacky]

Dandys world HC because oh my god why does this dumb stupid Roblox game have such a chokehold on me (also these are all pre twisteds and all in Gardenview unless I mention it) (also mostly toodles , Shrimpo and Rodger bc I love them so much you don't even understand right now) 1. Toodles has Puppy Eyes Privilege tm, its VERY effective to like , everyone , including the handlers , MAYBE except Roger but even he fell for it a few times and she MILKS this , examples : Cosmo refuses to give her freshly baked brownies bc they are meant for Sprout? puppy eyes and suddenly she has two and Sprout honestly understands . She wants Glisten to do her makeup but he's busy with the kids? BOOM puppy eyes , suddenly she is all dolled up with glitter all over her . she wants a plush but she already has 20 and her handler said no? one sad pathetic teary eyed look and then BOOM now she has 20 MORE. Rodger is busy having Civil Adult Conversations with Miss Teagun and "no Toodles ,papa is a bit busy to play with you right now-" one big teary eyed look and pouty lip and BOOM , they are BOTH in dresses and now having Non Civil Adult Conversation with Miss sprinkles the unicorn and Queen Kitty of candyland 2. Toodles and Shrimpo are SUCH gremlin youngest and angry older sibling coded . like they will fight each other one minute and mutually share blackmail they have of each Toons the next and Rodger is So Tired. (Also during one of these fights , Toodles 100% used her crotch-punching-height to good use and learns a lot of new words that papa said she was NOT under ANY circumstances allowed to use , people then also learn to be VERY careful around the seemingly harmless child. Toodles also probably has a few of her baby teeth kicked out the second Shrimpo recovered and Doesnt Listen To Papas Advice) despite all this , they would PUNT someone if they talk shi about their sibling you are GONE . Like if anyone bullies toodles you are meeting shrimpo's brick!!! NO ONE bullies toodles except for himself!! same goes for toodles tbh if she heard someone talking shi about her emotional support anger issue ridden shrimp you are getting your ANKLES BITTEN!! but then they attempt to choke eachother out for the last brownie the next minute . again , Rodger is SO Tired 3 . Shrimpo probably knows how to box and tried to teach Toodles that until Rodger intervened when she sucker punched a mean 6 year old in the face bc they said her stuff dog was dumb. Shrimpo still continued teaching her more 4 . Shrimpo has unresolved and unexplained beef with Sprout , and everyone is too afraid to ask 5 . whenever Toodles or Shrimpo like , get in REAL trouble , Rodger would go "TOODLES/SHRIMPO RODGER , GO TO YOUR ROOM" and I think that's really neat actually 6 . Rodgers blood stream is 80% coffee , to the point where his handlers had to stage an intervention 7 . Toodles and Shrimpo share one braincell and the two halves of the braincells are allergic to each other 8 . Toodle unironically says things like : "splendid!" , "delightful" and "Bollocks" bc when you are raised by Rodger how could you not? also Shrimpo does that sometimes and he psychically slaps himself when he says "BUGGER" when yelling at someone. 8.2 . on the same note , Rodger probably has a old man British accent pt 2 because I cant contain my adoration for them in one post

[devastatinglygreen]

Okay so now do what you think will happen after Colin finds out about Lady Whistledown. 🙏

so i sat on this for a little bit because i didn't really know how to answer it but i was chatting with @gleefullypolin, while totally not talking about polin nonstop, no. talking very normally i assure you.

i'm going to put the rest under the cut because it might have spoilers or speculation that people don't want to see:

alright so we know when colin finds out about LW, right? and we know they have a fight. a big one. obviously.

i think colin has to have a regression of his character. he's only been vulnerable around one person so far this season. penelope. and he loves and adores her and she's going betray (hello eros and psyche!) his trust.

there is no love without trust.

there's something very interesting we noticed while chatting about colin and his bro friends. they've been there each time he makes a choice about penelope.

the first ball, he chooses her over them after they're like, "the featherington girl? why concern yourself with her?" but then he tries to take it somewhere private and she checks him hard and cracked his armor. she was not impressed with that version of him and he knew it.

and he definitely will when he learns she's LW if he wasn't aware before

when he's not near them, he chooses her without thinking about it, he runs out after her at a ball when gossip about them is pretty much being said to their faces. even at the first brothel scene, he tells them he's late but then we see him at the market waiting for penelope. this man is a fake and a liar and we see him, we know what he's about. nerd.

in episode 3, he's with them at the balloon thing and they're messing with him about helping penelope and he's so dumb because he's like "i'm done with all of that. it's good to back" all cocky and lame like he wasn't just eating the same cupcake thing she did and staring at her. i was a dramatic teenage girl who once had a crush on a guy who i only saw at lunch and never knew his name and even i wasn't down that bad. good lord. embarrassing.

not really i love it, i love him so much

but he picks penelope over them again when he runs off to save her from the big mean hot air balloon.

we see them again in episode 4, at the library while he watches penelope through a mirror. because that's definitely not crying, screaming, throwing up behavior. they invite him out. for revelry. regency bro speak for possible syphilis and liver disease, it's fine.

he can't get down with his ladies of choice because he's knee deep in wishing he was balls deep in penelope instead. he stares at a wall. they manage to make us feel bad for a man sitting in a brothel. amazing.

we see them at mondrich's. they're talking about girls they probably didn't actually sleep with. oh sure, totally buy that you had access to a woman for 6 months straight. you bet, my guy, totally believable. colin is unhappy. he's like don't you ever want to have a feeling? they're like, no, i just feel the syphilis. it burns, bridgerton. we need antibiotics.

antibiotics won't be a thing for like another 100 years give or take good luck i guess

but he stays and drinks. he's picked penelope but he can't have penelope at this moment. he's in bed laying there waiting to sleep. or die. idk. he's a bridgerton, they're dramatic.

he sees them one last time in episode 4. they stop him. they're dicks. rude to will on top of it? pls. they invite him out and he says no. he's picked penelope once more but he doesn't say anything but "excuse me" and pushes through. they don't push back. they're like, fine. more chronic liver failure and fake stories for us, bro.

he finds penelope. causes a huge social upset that no one pays attention to because he's too busy ragging on debling for having the audacity to leave penelope for years. which is fair. colin would never.

chases penelope. catches her. not quite balls deep but knuckles deep at minimum, let's be real.

which, i am very sorry for this being this long at this point, is why i think we could see his "friends" again before the end. he's going to go through something world shaking and they're always there when he's making a choice but i think what's important to note is that he always makes the right one, he always picks penelope. i think he's not fully dropped that armor and it's easy to slip back into someone pretending not to care, especially when you're hurting. he's got to reject the man society wants him to be and, essentially, be the man penelope needs him to be. she's his purpose.

eta: colin loves to be penelope's hero. i think he's going to feel that pull over whatever else is going on.

i'm just saying it's a mirror of how penelope needs to reconcile how she's both penelope and lady whistledown. they both need to come to terms with who they want to be moving forward. symbolism or some shit.

or i'm totally wrong and all those words above mean nothing. either way i got to avoid folding laundry. time well spent if you ask me.

[magicaltickles]

Stardew Valley Tickle Hcs!!

By yours truly :D

This will consist of hcs for the very best A.S.S trio. I love these three very much, Sebastian is my husband and Sam is the friend who crashes at our place and Abby and I sit on the side and watch them be dumb. Anyways if you want other characters, feel free to send in an ask! Enjoy!

Includes all of them x farmer hcs too!

👾 Abigail 👾

- Now, all three of these lovelies are switches. It varies between all of them who is more the ler and lee, but Abby is the true switch of the trio.

- Abby as a ler is so deadly. She might not be the strongest, but she can certainly tickle her lee(s) to the ground and make them stay there.

- Not to mention the teasing??? Abigail is sooo teasy and super good at it too. She's observant and will figure out the best things to make you flustered to use it.

- For Seb, that might be something like "oh, it seems you've come across a big, scary tickle monster. tell me, great powerful wizard, what is your next move?" while squeezing his sides. For Sam, she'll be tickling his feet and legs and say something like "I'm making these legs stronger so you can do all those skateboard tricks you tell us about!". She'll also pretend to do said tricks on his tummy and ribs hehe.

- For her dear farmer, it usually ends up in a tease about planting seeds around their tummy and sides. "I just need to hoe the ground *pokes the spots* and now I can spread the seeds *light skitters* and now I need to water them *raspberries all over*!"

- Definitely cannot take what she dishes out, though. Cracks under teases 100%

- As a lee, Abby tries to put up a strong front, but one tease and she's done for. She's the person who will use the tickle monster tease on her lees, but not be able to take it as a lee herself

- Very bubbly giggles, though she doesn't really like them that much. She wants to be tough and tough girls don't have bubbly giggles in her eyes. Or be taken down by feathers.

- Worst spot is her hips and thighs. Loves to go after tummies and knees (esp if you're sitting w her while at the bar on Fridays. does the egg crack thing)

🎸 Sam 🎸

- Tries his best, that's for certain. Sam has all the right ideas, he just isn't always confident in his execution.

- He's a big brother so he automatically has ler rights. When Vincent was younger, Sam would mess with him all the time and they'd play wrestle and it'd be really cute. But Vincent has gotten to the stage where big brother isn't as cool anymore so rip.

- Sam's learning how to be a better ler through getting his friends <3

- Abby says his teases are getting better but it's only bc they're so silly, you have to laugh. His favorite to use is saying that he's "tuning" his instrument while tweaking toes and hips and then he tests it out by "playing" his lee's ribs.

- It's through Sam's silly teases they actually heard Sebastian's real laugh for the first time <33

- While Sam is strong and can and will pin you down, he's also the sweetest and much prefers to be cuddling with his dearest farmer and holding them close with one arm while his free hand goes to town wherever available. He says your laugh is his favorite song <3

- As a lee, Sam is the most adorable thing ever. He's like a puppy.

- His laugh is boyish in the best way. Very sweet and melodic. Tell him his laugh is better than his songs and he'll blush so brightly, it's so cute.

- Vibrate your fingers into his tummy and he's literally done for. Down for the count. A pile of giggles at your fingertips.

- Sam genuinely loves being tickled too. He will admit it, no questions asked. Sam thinks tickling is a lovely thing because he loves his friends and making them happy and this makes them laugh and be happy.

- Worst spot is his tummy and he loves to go after ribs and the spot where the ribs and sides meet.

🐸 Sebastian 🐸

- My husband for real life I love this man so much.

- Seb honestly prefers to be a watcher more than a part of the action. For example, if he's not the one getting got, he's the one holding down the lee while the third party gets them.

- Hugs from behind, holding arms up with one hand, that kind of stuff.

- While doing so, he might contribute a little with whispered teases into the lee's ear about how cute they're being. Depending on how close he is to the lee and how confident he's feeling, he might nuzzle his nose against their neck or blow on their ear. Little things to make them more giggly.

-Unless provoked by Sam or Abigail, the only person he confidently lers for is his dear farmer. Overworking? Tickles. Tired? Tickles. Looking extra cute? Tickles.

- Prefers light tickles to rough ones. Likes to see his lee giggly and flustered. Seb's main teases include "programming" on tummies and playing games on ribs and hips.

- The person who genuinely wants to give you a foot massage and ends up tickling you because you kept giggling when he reached certain spots.

- As a lee, Sebby has a wheezy laugh. Make a few huffs here and there. It takes a lot to get him to break and actually become giggly. Sam has the best track record for it with his dumb teases and jokes.

- Sam and Abby are extra soft with him because he doesn't lee often and they don't want him to not like it </3

- Sebastian gets squeaky when Abby uses her nails on his neck. And he melts when Sam goes for his back. Melt spot supremacy

- Sebastian's worst spot is his neck (and shoulder blades, but no one's found out about that yet). His favorite place to tickle is ears and hips.

Once again, if you have any requests, feel free to send in an ask!! I also do genshin impact, honkai star rail, and bungo stray dogs!

[bishopony]

Ohhh buddy I have THOUGHTS (This is so long, I'm so sorry)

1. I actually like Twilight better as a unicorn, she should never have became an Alicorn. (And that's coming from someone who first started watching around S5)

2. However, if Twilight becomes an Alicorn then all the Mane 6 should have been Alicorns. Rainbow, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Applejack, and Rarity did just as much as Twilight! Where are their wings/horns?

(That would have been awesome for the rest of the series!)

3. You are 100% right the tree castle is horrible. It's so barren and empty and so clearly made to sell toys. The library was nice and cozy and fit Twilight perfectly.

4. I absolutely hate redeemed Starlight Glimmer. Words cannot describe how much I despise this mare. You mean to tell me Twilight would throw a child into hell but let Starlight I-broke-space-time Glimmer go?? Absolutely not.

(Sunset Shimmer is a thousand times better and everything Starlight wishes she could be)

5. I actually like that Cozy Glow doesn’t have a backstory. Sometimes villains are just evil to be evil.

That being said, they should have at least tried to reform Cozy Glow. At the bare minimum put her somewhere other than (I can't stress this enough) PONY HELL!! She's like 12 Twilight holy shit-

6. Not enough people read the G4 comics. In fact, you should stop reading this ask and go read the comics instead. Most of them are online for free. I recommend The Return of Queen Chrysalis (1-4), Reflections (17-20), and Siege of the Crystal Empire (31-34).

7. MLP G5 isn't actually that bad, but it took too long to get off the ground. By the time it went from mediocre to good, most people didn't care. (Also Hasbro got greedy and G5 paid the price, but that's a rant for another day)

Also G5 should have been it's own thing, with no ties to G4.

8. Celestia and Luna should not have retired. Celestia I can understand, but Luna? Poor Luna just got back to Earth (or whatever the planet's called), no way is she retiring like 5 years in.

9. The CMC all having the same cutie mark was dumb. (And felt like a cop-out. Let my girls be unique!) Also the cutie mark designs themselves are just the ugliest things ever. Did no one teach that designer color theory??

10. King Sombra is best villain. However they should have picked literally anyone else to voice him in Season 9. Or even have the VA do a different voice! It's not even a bad voice, it's just not King Sombra's voice.

11. The Apples and the Pies are not related. Let me ship Marble Pie and Big Mac in peace. Let people ship Applejack and Pinkie Pie in peace.

12. Sugar Belle and Big Mac are a terrible couple. Maybe they were fine off-screen, but all we see is miscommunication. The only way that marriage is ending is in divorce.

13. I actually like that EQG used pony skin tones instead of human ones. That being said, there was way too much whitewashing—just use the pony's actual coat colors. I promise you can give Luna dark blue skin and it'll be fine. (How the fuck did Habro make the character with literally white skin even whiter?? HOW?? WHY???)

14. And finally (holds up megaphone): Just because Applejack and Rainbow Dash were seen together in the end, that doesn’t automatically mean they’re a couple!!!! —Sincerely, someone who thinks AJ and Rainbow are too similar to be a couple.

Ooooo ok cool I also have some thoughts LMAO. long post so read under the cut

I also like Twilight as a unicorn more than an alicorn but I do think it was right for her to become one since it was the climax of her character arc. The problem is that the show was meant to end after she became an alicorn and it went on for several more season :,) I think she was an alicorn for far too long

Not really sure I agree with this since it was only Twilight's destiny to become an alicorn. While it would've been cool to see them as alicorns and the whole mane 6 put forth equal effort to saving equestria, it just wasn't meant to be lol.

i saw someone's AU where the castle looked more like the student 6's tree of harmony and I like that a lot more, THAT'S how you design a crystal tree house ^^'

I like Starlight Glimmer and her unconventional approaches to problem solving, but man she did get off way easy for nearly destroying the world. I mean, idk, community service or something? Also why is Cozy Glow, a child, in pony hell? Why was she trapped in stone? How did the writers think that was an appropriate punishment but other characters like Starlight and Discord get redemptions? ToT

agreeing, no extra notes lol

I have a few of them! I've read the Nightmare Rarity and mirrorverse ones, I really love the comics

Agree with this one as well. G5's issues all come from Hasbro wanting to make even more money off of G4 and not allowing G5 to be its own thing like it should have. Hasbro, a toy company, should have made way more collectible G5 merch instead of the same cheap brushables of the same 4 characters over and over. I also saw someone on twitter make a good point that the G5 show should've aired on disney+ instead of netflix since that's what most families have nowadays. truly, G5 is just a victim of corporate greed

Yeah I always felt bad for Luna for that lol. If Celestia wants to retire good for her, but at least Luna should've have stuck around and helped Twilight. Can't image Ruler of Equestria is something you just get used to immediately, esp as one person instead of two like before

Totally agree, no extra notes

He's not my favorite villain, but he is fun, and they could've gotten a better VA for him lol. Or at least changed the direction for his voice? The VA is skilled and sounds good but the voice was a little too smooth IMO.

Yeah it was never actually confirmed so it's not canon. I wouldn't worry about shipping them cause the show writers clearly don't care lol

It's kind of forced imo. They're two random characters and I think they just wanted to use Sugar Belle again. I don't remember that episode well but ig discord was stopping them from seeing each other? idk they should've just gone straight to each other. just not anything I'm invested in

Agreed, they should've had their actual pony colors if they're not gonna have realistic skin. It was weird that rarity became pure white and luna was lightened so heavily. and why is celestia pink. if they were trying to avoid racially coding the characters they certainly failed that cause it just implies that they're all white

I think some of the writers said it was canon? Or at least implied since hasbro wouldn't let them confirm it outright. I don't like appledash either way, and can just pretend it isn't real lol.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling out my aunts absolutely dogshit parenting at a family birthday party?

I (21F) cannot stand one of my aunts.  My uncle died 7 years ago and she is his widow, we are not blood related. She is the trashiest parent I have ever met and what she has done this year has just crossed a fucking line.

My cousin, her daughter, Lola turned 16 this year. Within ONE WEEK of her turning 16, she announced that she had a boyfriend, Ben. Ben went to school with me. He is 22. I am 100% convinced that he started pursuing Lola when she was under the age of consent (we’re in the UK, AOC is 16) and is a sneaky shit that waited just long enough that we wouldn’t be able to prove it. I have tried. He’s covered his tracks well and Lola is head over heels and won’t say anything to incriminate him.

Why am I angry with my aunt? This dumb bitch, instead of doing anything at all to stop the nonce taking advantage of her child LET BEN MOVE IN WITH HER AND LOLA. He got fired for racially abusing a Muslim colleague, fell behind on his rent, got evicted and my aunt just let him move in with them! Ben is the fucking worst. He’s utter scum. He’s always been utter scum since primary school, and she was just like “yeah most terrible person in the area, come and live with me and my CHILD that you’re abusing”.

I completely understand that she cannot control what Lola does outside of her house. I get that. I also completely get that she is not at fault for Ben's actions. I'm not about to blame a woman for a man's disgusting perversions. What do not get, and will never, EVER understand is how on earth she could let him MOVE IN!!!

I was already angry. I was even more angry when I found out, four months after Ben moved in, that Lola was 12 weeks pregnant. So…she’s keeping it. And it was consieved after the scum moved into the house.

My aunt let the nonce move in. She is partially responsible for this clusterfuck. And she was invited to my grandma (82F)’s birthday party. The party was two days after I found out about the pregnancy. 

(Lola and Ben did not attend the party, just my aunt.)

I was talking to grandma and a different cousin when my aunt came in and tried to join the conversation. It seemed I wasn’t doing a good job at hiding my disgust, and she asked me what my problem was. Well, she asked, and I told her.  I said what I had said above (grandma + cousin didn’t know the full extent of it, and I made them aware), and called my aunt a terrible parent who should be utterly ashamed of how much she’d failed to look after her child. I said that my uncle would be ashamed of her. I said that Ben was a paedophile and Lola needed to get away from him as soon as possible. My aunt stormed off then and we’ve not spoken since.

My grandma said that while my sentiment was correct, I’d been a bit harsh to her, as we don’t know the full details, and it might have been a compromise to keep Lola around rather than have her run off with Ben. I don’t know, but I still think she’s a failure of a parent.

What are these acronyms?

[zayray030]

too proud to show

Summary: And this pride was especially in effect when it came to a certain, heart eyed Heartstaybul little shit with his pretty pouty lips, rose cheeks, lightly tanned skin and gorgeous body. Yep. For as long as they live, the NRC students will absolutely refuse to acknowledge the feelings they hold for a certain Ace Trappola.

OR

Ace is oblivious and gorgeous. NRC are prideful and dumb. Who would have thought?

Notes: Sorry for not posting yesterday. Fell sick but also, hope everyone likes this one.

One thing that all of the NRC students shared, apart from magic and emotional repression, was their pridefulness. 

Be it so that they don't ask for help for said emotional problems, that they show off their magic at every given opportunity and how smart they are or just something as simple as continuing to open a jar without help despite struggling immeasurably. They were all prideful one way or another. 

And this pride was especially in effect when it came to a certain, heart eyed Heartstaybul little shit with his pretty pouty lips, rose cheeks, lightly tanned skin and gorgeous body. Yep. For as long as they live, the NRC students will absolutely refuse to acknowledge the feelings they hold for a certain Ace Trappola. 

Now, however, just because they refuse to acknowledge nor act out on their feelings does not mean that they have not made it so painfully and extremely obvious about what they think of the pretty Heartstaybul student. 

*** 

Sebek liked to think of himself as level headed. Sure, some would say that his obsession with protecting Lord Malleus was extreme and overzealous but they were all disposable humans, never able to hold a candle to his greatness and his power 

However, loath as he is to admit it, he was still a teen boy in a school full of teen boys who had a 95% non-heterosexuality rate and he was part of that 95% percent. And he was also the part of the 100% of the school that found Ace Trappola's annoying ass to be pretty. 

So, when the redhead had come up to him and said that the first-year gang was planning a study over at Savanaclaw it had only taken him to look at those pretty pouting lips and those heart stopping eyes for him to agree. 

And that's how he had ended up sitting with both Jack and Epel on either side of him admiring how pretty Ace looked whilst he poked fun at Deuce. 

"C'mon Deucey give it up and ask for help already!" Whined Ace, pouting at Deuce as the blunette tried to push the ginger away. 

"No! I have this!" Argued Deuce and Sebek felt his temperature flare. The moron had the pretty redhead's attention all to himself and he wasn't even going to take advantage of that?! Disgraceful! 

"He's not even going to pretend?" Muttered Epel under his breath, aura murderous as he stared at the blue haired idiot who was too oblivious to notice the privilege he was getting. 

Sebek stared at Deuce and Ace for a moment longer and couldn't help the feeling of relief inside. At least somebody was making it easier for him to capture the heart-eyed student's attention. 

He stared a moment longer before yelling loudly about the stupidity of humans, everyone except Ace understanding the dual meaning behind it and he couldn't help but smirk at Deuce's flushed face. 

*** 

Floyd found Ace pretty, for once doing something that the entirety of the student body agreed on. However, his way of showing his affections was less than usual. 

"Crabby~ Come here and let me squeeze you." The older one whined loudly as basketball practice slowed down to a finish. 

"Considering that we're both sweaty and gross? No thank you." Ace snapped as he turned to the locker rooms to shower, once again showing his lack of self-preservation but also no doubt his bravery in front of his moody upperclassmen. 

“But Crabby looks so cute and squishable right now, I have to squeeze him.” Floyd countered, already advancing towards the unsuspecting redhead who was too busy taking a swig from his water bottle. 

“You say the weirdest shit sometimes, Floyd-senpai.” complained Ace only to yelp when he felt strong arms wrap around him and lift him off the floor. “Put me down!” he demanded, scrambling to hold onto the eel as the older boy began laughing. 

“Not until you let me squeeze you.” Floyd simply told the boy before nuzzling against the redhead's neck. 

Unbeknown to the both of them, the entire club was currently holding itself back from charging at Flod and throwing the merman into the darkest pits of hell for capitalizing on Ace whilst he was flushed, sweating and tired. 

“I’ll kill him.” hissed out a particularly vapid Heartslabyul student and he couldn’t be blamed for it. After all, even when he had Ace in his dorm, he still couldn't get any alone time with him whilst Floyd managed to effortlessly sway Ace into conversation, even with the threat of getting squeezed due to one of the eel’s mood swings. 

Jamil sighed as he watched the rest of the basketball club conjure up a way to murder Floyd and keep it a secret whilst he merely went up the redhead. 

“Come on now, Floyd, let him go so he can go get changed or he’ll catch something.” Jamil scolded the taller as he caught a stumbling Ace was let go by a pouting and irritated Floyd. 

“Way to ruin the fun Sea Snake.” huffed Floyd as He slung an arm over his own shoulder and glared down at the grey eyed boy. “And just when Crabby and I were having fun.”   

“Who was having fun?” asked Ace sarcastically, simply just wanting to take a shower and nap for eternity. 

Jamil chuckled at the redhead's sass and gently ruffled his hair. “Well as one of our up-and-coming basketball stars, we need to make you're in good condition, no?” Jamil pointedly asked, using a hand to gently the cup the others face. 

In the background someone squeezed their bottle to the point that the water splattered out of it and everywhere on the floor. No one paid attention to it, too busy trying to curse Jamil ad Floyd with their minds to care about the possible slip hazard. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Beauty was something that all NRC students strived for, not just Pomefiore. Now, there were different kinds of beauty. There was beauty in following the rules, in a good fight, a good deal, good grades and so on. It just didn’t help that Ace has a beauty like no other. 

“Normally, I would be jealous beyond belief that some upstart first year from a different dorm had all of Vil-Senpais attention.” Commented a 2nd year Pomefiore student, as they observed Vil adjust the dress that Ace was wearing. “However, right now I’m more grateful than anything.” his companion nodded as he discreetly took pictures of the scene in front of him, more focused on trying to capture the pretty redhead more so than the blond model. 

“Amen, brother. Amen.” 

The reason for the two unexpectedly tame reaction is due to the fact that Ace had lost a bet with Epel. Now what might that be you ask? Whether or not Ace could actually play basketball in high heels. Predictably, Ace lost. However, his loss could be attributed to the fact that Epel gave him 7” stiletto heels to play in so there’s also the question of how ethical that bet really was. Not that anyone is complaining of course. That is due to the consequences of Ace losing said bet. 

What were the consequences? Having to wear on outfit by Epel’s request and having to take his position in ballet. Now, of course because Epel is a first year and is like 2 feet tall so it didn’t take long for some third and second years into ahem kindly suggesting a different outfit for him to try. 

See, whilst Epel was irrevocably into Ace, he also wanted to show Vil he could dance just fine dungarees and he would have used Ace to prove his point. However, of course none in his dorm would have allowed such a precious opportunity to go to waste because of some grudge. We are talking about seeing Ace Trappola in whatever outfit they wanted. Who the hell would be stupid enough to ruin that? 

So that is why Ace was currently in white feathered gown. The top part has a sweetheart neckline and was sleeveless with little encrusted gems and small feather and gems on the corset that made the teen almost sparkle. Meanwhile the bottom part was almost entirely feathered and stopping at around mid-thigh. This was the only outfit that Vil hadn’t rejected after deeming all the other ‘perverted’ and a ‘disgrace to the elegancy of Pomefiore’ 

‘Yeah right, blondie.’ thought a mob viciously as they watched Epel reluctantly hand Ace the dress and delighting in the sweet flush of his cheeks. ‘Like you wouldn’t pay to see him in those.’ Almost as if Vil had the ability of telepathy he turned to glare at said mob which caused the other to turn away and whistle innocently. 

“Hey, Umm where’s Rook? I thought he’d be here taking pictures.” asked a mob as they watched Vil teach Ace some of the more basic movements in ballet whilst the redhead observed closely. “Wouldn't he be the first one here? He is the school’s resident stalker.” and the blond wore that as if it was a badge of honour  

“Oh, he’s in the vent.” said a more artistic Pomefiore student. Instead of taking a picture like the rest of his dormmates, he has instead taken to drawing a live portrait. It would be so sweet if there wasn’t certain...ahem discrepancies in the drawing. Mainly the position and certain tasteful alterations to the dress.  

“Huh?!” they all hissed and looked up and there truly was their Vice-lead, in the vents staring down at Ace with a blush on his cheek and a camera in his arms and what looked suspiciously like camera memory holders. Several of them. 

“He kinda makes out obsession look like a sham.” one pouted, arms crossed and annoyed. Before anyone else could agree with their fellow perv- dormmate, there was a loud pointed cough. 

“Is there a particular reason why you are all behind us, taking underhanded photos and drawing such abominations.” Oh, their dorm head was pissed. A vein was throbbing, his hands were clenched and if he was a dragon he would be breathing out fire and smoke from pure rage alone.  

In contrast to Ace, who honestly just looked bored and done with the ordeal. He had his signature pout and he had his arms crossed as he leaned on one of the railings, hips cocked out. 

“Whilst all of you were all being disgraces to this dorm.” ouch. “Ace here has shown magnificent progress.” okay even Vil won’t compliment someone out of pettiness. “Show them, potato.”  Vil demanded, still glaring at those in his dorm. 

Ace rolled his eyes, grateful that Vil can’t see and started doing the moves that Vil had shown him. Now, of course Ace wasn’t a master Ballerina, nowhere close. His pirouette lacked the power, his wobbled were clear and his moves were sloppy and clearly lazy. However, for a beginner who’s had like 30 minutes tops? That was pretty amazing stuff. 

“Can i go now?” the brat asked after he did his final twirl, still looking annoyed at the fact that he had lost a bet to a loophole and has been instructed by Vil for the past 30 minutes.  

“Yes, potato, leave.” Vil waved him off distractedly, still focusing on the perverts in his dorm. When the younger left, giving them all a perfect view of his pretty pale back, Vil asked his dorm a question, “Now, what do you have to say for yourselves.” 

“It was silent for a moment before Rook opened up his mouth, unwantedly by the rest of the room. 

“I do believe he would be more beautiful and perfect split on my cock as he performs one f the moves he learnt today.” the hunter said, smiling with an almost innocent head tilt. Those eyes would look so naive and trustworthy were it not for the words just spoken. It was silent for a minute before Vil took out his magic pen and started firing spells left and right in pure rage. 

‘Ah, at least if i die now i know that Ace is flexible.’ thought a mob as a spell fired at him. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“More protection.” demanded Riddle as he used multiple spells on the garden hedges to make it so that anyone who wasn’t from this dorm would get immediately strangled by the thorny bushes. 

“No offence, Riddley, but don’t you think this is over T?” asked Cater as he watched, mildly terrified by the number of curses that Riddle knew. 

“They aren’t enough,” muttered Trey darkly as he helped Riddle set more spells. I mean who could blame him. He had just walked in on another Heartslabyul student attempting to take advantage of Ace whilst the boy was bet over a counter to try and reach something, “If anything we need to start making it attack people in the dorm.” 

“And give Ace more triggers for the rose-related PTSD?” Cater asked sarcastically, hands on hips looking at the two as they were insane. “Do you two see yourselves? Acey is more than capable off looking after himself, this is just insulting towards him.” 

“Housewarden! Everyone is daring Ace to eat a banana whole which has whipped cream and icing n it!” Deuce came in yelling, sounding out of breath, clearly have run all the way here. 

The two childhood friends turned to Cater in sync, almost as if to say, ‘You see what we mean now?” before turning to Deuce “Guide us.” Riddel demanded with Trey nodding behind him. 

When those three left the rose bushes, Cater turned to them and took out his own magic pen so that he could increase the length of the bushes so that they can travel farther and strangle perverts at a long distance. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 

“Get off me, Ace!” demanded Jack as he continued doing his push ups. 

On his back was Ace, reading a magazine and taking an occasional sip from his cherry pop. “Why? You’re getting extra practice from me being on your back!” he argued, pouting at being denies his fun. “Are you saying you can’t keep up, Jack?” he teased the wolf. 

“You way the approximate weight of a packet of grapes..” Jack replied innocently, still doing his push ups as if he doesn’t have a whole 16-year-old on his back. “Now get off before I ‘accidentally’ injure you.” 

“I sensed the quotations; Jackie Boy and I’m hurt.” Ace shot back, still refusing to get off the tall teen’s back, instead getting even more comfortable by placing his soda can on Jack’s back as well along with the magazine and admired how the can didn’t even sway or spill. 

“What’s going on here?” joined a new voice to the first years. Jack looked up and there stood Leona with his hand on his hip whilst Ruggie was behind him, looking highly amused by the scene. 

“Ace is being a nuisance and won’t get off,” replied Jack much to Ace’s indignation if the offended gasp was to say anything. 

Ruggie snickered at the wording whilst Leona merely smirked his usual smirk at Jack before turning to the first year who wasn’t a part of his dorm. 

“How about this. Get off Jack and I’ll take you flying.” Leona offered. From far away it might seem like a gesture of good will to the both of them but those who truly knew the lion knew that something else was going on. He was trying to bribe Ace away from the other first year, and trying to get one-on-one touching time with him as well. No way was Ruggie gonna let that happen. 

“Shishishi, Really Leona-san?” asked Ruggie as he raised an eyebrow at his dorm head. “I thought you’d be too sleepy to even fly your own broom.”  

“Well, if I can afford it, why don’t I use it.” Leona shot back, an equally cruel smirk on his face as Ruggie’s. 

Jack assessed the situation, remembered the weight on his back and hatched a plan as the upperclassmen fought over who would ride with Ace. 

“How about Ace flies with the both of you.” Jack suggested, ignoring the heavy stare of betrayal from Ace as he realised Jack was throwing him under the bus. “Then he can say which one is better.” he added which caused Ace to immediately stand up and try and make a break for it. 

“You know what, I just remembered that my housewarden might want something from me, so I'm gonna go now-” he was cut off by Leona grabbing him and throwing him over his shoulder. He let out of a scream of surprise and flailed around before he realised who’s shoulder he was on.  

“You’re precious housewarden can wait. C’mon Ruggie. Later frosh.” Leona waved at Jack as he and Ruggie made their way to the court. 

Jack stared at the door for a while, a sense of guilt festering before he shrugged and continued training. Ace could survive. 

After all, neither were going to risk the fury of the entire school in the off-chance that thye might hurt him. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“Yeah, that’s it. Now go to the left and you should win.” 

“Don’t forget to get the level-ups as well. You're a noob so of course you’re going to need all the help you can get.” 

“This coming from the guy who needed help after he got kidnapped by a ghost?” 

“One time!” 

“And during that one time you pissed everyone off so much that the original groups wanted nothing to do with you- WAIT don’t go in there!” 

“Why-Oh. I see. That is why.” 

One of the oddest groups within NRC were all crowded together. There was Malleus, Ace, Lilia and Idia, all around, watching Malleus play on the game console that Ace had given him to try, all of them trying to help him win the level with varying levels of success. Most of them being very low. 

“I don’t understand. If I've already defeated the boss, why do I die again?” asked Malleus, very much looking like he wanted to smash the game to pieces if it wasn’t that Ace would get extremely upset with him if he did so. 

“Look, watch here.” Ace took back his consol to show him how hot do the level. 

They all watched as he expertly manoeuvred through the level, even Idia not making any backhanded comments, instead content on watching how cute Ace looked with his pretty pink tongue poking out ever so slightly in concentration. 

‘So. Fucking. Cute.’ Idia gripped his hoodie even harder to resist the urge to do something dumb. Such as lean over and kiss Ace which would most certainly not only get him punched by said redhead, but also stomped on by the entire school. 

However, Lilia shared no such fears. He wrapped his arms around Ace and leaned in closer from behind, resting his chin on Ace’s shoulder an let out a chuckle. “My, my How often do you play this game, Ace.”   

“A lot!” Ace answered distractedly, completely forgetting that the whole point was to teach Malleus how to play the game, instead choosing to play the game all over again, not that Malleus had any objections to that. “Me and my brother used to play it all the time and he said anytime I beat his high score he would buy me whatever I wanted.”   

Idia’s heart squeezed at how cute Ace looked in his excitement to mention his big brother and he had to take several deep breaths so that his hair didn’t change colour. 

“Could you teach me how to play more, some time?” asked Malleus, enraptures by the redhead, not focusing on the game so much as the other human.  

“Yeah sure! It’s actually easy once you get the hands of it! You’ll be semi-decent in no time!” teased Ace, smiling up at the fae. 

Malleus stared at the pretty smile before muttering under his breath. “I wish I don’t”   

“What was that?” Ace asked tilting his head. 

“Yeah, what was that?” joined Idia and Lilia in to stir the pot. 

“I said, can't wait.” Malleus answered the two with gritted teeth before looking back down at Ace. “Now could you show me this level again.” 

    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

So, yes, whilst the people in NRC will never admit to the feels they have for the redhead, hey can damn well show how they feel. 

And that’s better than nothing, right? 

*Clown-bus noises in the back.* 

[dark-frosted-heart]

Alfons vs Roger event (Alfons end)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Alfons: Now then-

Roger: Let’s get this over with. Oh right, we gotta be “friendly” today, don’t we? Then let’s be good boys and work together. Here we go.

Kidnapper: Wah!

Roger swiftly gets behind the man and pins his arms behind his back.

No matter how much he struggles, he can’t escape Roger’s strong arms.

Alfons: I’m disgusted by the fact that I have to fight with you…

Alfons bit down on a black leather glove, removed it, and touched his nape with his fingertips. 

Alfons: But more importantly… I hate people who would do things such as throwing a lady’s life away for money.

Alfons then threw a piece of trash nearby out the window.

Alfons: Look, is it alright that your precious money’s flying away?

Kidnapper: Ah, ah…! How dare you throw out my money!

(Huh?)

As the kidnapper said that, he jumped out the second floor window after a piece of trash.

Roger: So that guy saw trash as money in your illusion?

Alfons: Yes. Also, there’s a large garbage disposal site nearby. There’s a big, big pit there, and once you fall in, you will not be able to crawl out.

Roger: Haha, you still got great taste as usual. Well, if you can die surrounded by money, that’s how you’ll wanna go. Kate, sorry for tricking you.

Kate: It’s fine, you guys gave me clear signals and I knew you would come to help.

Roger: I’d like to have watched you struggle for a bit longer, but this guy here.

Alfons: I’ve been under a lot of stress as a result of having to be friendly with Roger for the entire day. I should have punched him 2 or 3 times to relieve it.

I understood what he meant under that shameless lie.

Alfons tried to help me as quickly as possible.

Roger: So, little lady. I think it’s about time we heard how many points we have.

Kate: You’re right. Then I’ll announce the results. For the total number of points— Both Alfons and Roger scored 100 points, so it’s a tie.

Alfons and Roger: …

Roger: Pfft haha. Is it because we did a good job fighting together in the end?

Kate: Yes.

Alfons: An absurdity, but a funny one like Miss Kate.

Roger: Al.

Roger pinched Alfons’ nose.

Alfons furrowed his brows after roughly shaking him off.

Alfons: ……What? You couldn’t possibly be saying “That’s minus one point. I’ve lost.”

Roger: No way. I just got carried away with the fighting… You were originally gonna give Alfons the chocolates, weren’t you, little lady? I’m giving up.

Kate: Roger…

Alfons: That’s something about you that I really don’t like.

Roger: Pfft haha. I don’t hate you. Never have. Well, I’m leaving. Gonna go pester them for the medicine storage in the basement.

Seemed like Roger forgot he was even part of a contest and left.

Alfons: That glasses-wearing egoist. I’d like if he fell down the stairs and hit his head.

Kate: I like this.

Alfons: Huh? What is this? Are you shamelessly exposing your affair? Since when did you start leading men on?

Kate: I’m not. I was talking about your relationship with Roger.

Alfons: What do you mean?

Kate: You’re more childish when you’re with Roger. I think that’s when you’re acting like your true self. That’s why I like your relationship.

Alfons: …

Kate: Ah, but I can’t help but feel a bit jealous when I think about it…

Alfons: Aha! You would like to see my true self? Then here you go.

Kate: Huh? Kyaa…

He pushes me down onto the sofa.

Pinning me down, Alfons’ taps on my lips with a finger.

Alfons: Why not give me your sweetheart chocolates? Is this a part of your teasing?

Kate: Well… I’m sorry, Alfons. I was anxious…

Alfons: Hmm, anxious?

Kate: I had heard rumors about you receiving a lot of chocolate every year. So I thought that you wouldn’t want mine.

Alfons: You’re a dumb one, aren’t you? Of course I’d want it from my “lover”.

Kate: Alfons…

Alfons: The fact that you can’t understand such a simple thing has me sulking. Please make me feel better. Until I’m in a better mood, I won’t be able to do all the naughty things you love.

Kate: I d-don’t want to do that stuff.

(Though there were some interesting moments during the contest)

Besides, I really do want Alfons to enjoy himself.

I don’t care if he ridicules or teases me, I want him to spend each moment with a smile.

Kate: Understood. Then I’ll do all I can to put you back in a good mood.

I sat up on the sofa and took out a piece of chocolate from the bag I kept close.

Alfons: What will you do for me?

Kate: I put all my love into these sweetheart chocolates.

Box of chocolates in hand, I shouted out.

Kate: Alfons, I like you a lot!

Alfons: Hehe, that was unexpected… I want to hear more.

Kate: Alfons, I like you a lot…

Alfons: Good, good. Once more, with spirit.

Kate: Alfons~~! I like you a lot~~!

Alfons: Pfft, ahahaha! You…Hehe, you look like a raving fool.

Kate: Hehe…you’re right. Geez.

Alfons: Okay, I forgive you. I’m in a good mood now so let’s do something naughty. How about we play with the chocolate?

Alfons’ hand went to the back of my head and our lips drew closer.

Kate: We can’t do that here. It’s another lord’s mansion…

Alfons: No one will think of your moans as anything but a lady’s illicit affair.

Kate: It’s still not a good idea…

Alfons: You’re so stingy, Miss Kate. Well, I thought you would say something like that, so I’ve already arranged for a carriage to take us home.

(Huh?)

Alfons: So let me take as much of you and the chocolates in as I can. 

[skepticalarrie]

Larry questions

1. Do you think larry has read fanfics like TTS and y&b. A lot of people say no but to me that is SOOOOO HARRY LIKE. and Louis tries to always act like he’s not deep or meaningful (talking about how the tattoos mean nothing or whateve) but I feel like his real personality? definitely reading fics. Being harry and Louis doesn’t change them from being human. They’re jus like us with experiences and money we won’t be able to comprehend but yea

2. Do you think larry uses this “ship” for promo? Like have you seen things when they’ve been off duty that’s shows larry is real? Or is it always during a fine like promotion, a FITF promotion that they’ll do soemthing larry like. For walls the tattoos as cover pages … yk? Like was that a declaration or promo reasons. and frankly I do not think harry needs to do that anyways 😭 but it gets to me. Obviously what we saw in the band was pure love 100% and afterwards as well. I just sometimes think. Afterwards whether or not people think they’re together, using Larry for promo would be so smart. I know they’ve gotten tatttos and have transcended a different level of love trust and commitment. But …. I jut think. But again I don’t think thoses boys could be in love and then out of love and using their love for promo years after. I don’t know. What do you think?

3. Do you think larry was trying to pull a friendship narrative around July? As far as I know they were both off work (not relaising anything or touring) but they chose to be pictured CLOSE to each other in the same room. I feel like that shows that they wanted to introduce themselves to the public as friends slowly. Before the passing happend ofc. What do you think? Alor of people think they broke up. It would be funny after they broke up they’re like ok let’s start to show them we are friends!!!! I feel like they couldn’t just be friends thoses two. They were always soemthing more.

4. What’s your favourite year of larry? One that’s your favourite to look back at and all that happend that year? Mine is 2015😋

4.5. Your favourite 1D friendship?

5. People are so dumb to excuse Larry when there’s been a constant theme in the songs harry has written that shows he’s been in a long term realrionship. Kacey Musgrave saying Harry Harry larry and then the still the one situation…. The interviewer who said 16 years is a long commitment… so many songs on fine line showing devotion and a strong sense of love that wouldn’t develop that’s quickly (it can but yk)

Do you have a post on larry having the same braincells? Like liking the same artist, being around the same people, having the same values?

And also do you have a thread on Larry friends —- not exposing but yk what Kacey musgrave did. “Exposing larry” do you know what I mean. Larrys friends showing that they’re larries and /or connected?

Lmk ur thoughts you’re very insightful.

Hi, anon! Wow, that's a lot to unpack, so I'll answer everything under the cut to avoid bothering people’s dashboards with a massive post. 😊

1. I think they’re definitely aware of it, but I really don’t believe they read it. Honestly, it would be so strange to see yourself in that kind of context. While we might think something feels “so Harry” or “so Louis,” the reality is that we only know a tiny fraction of their lives. Fics are amazing for us as fans, but if I were in their shoes, I’d feel pretty weirded out by seeing myself portrayed in fictional scenarios through someone else’s perspective hahah so if it were me, I’d avoid it completely and that's I also believe for them.

2. I do think they use Larry for fan service, especially in recent years, as I feel the small signals they give are more about giving something to the fandom/larries than anything deeper and meaningful for them.

But I don’t think it’s entirely accurate to call it “promo.” I think both of them have leaned into this treasure hunt dynamic over the years, using the fandom’s (larries) incredible cryptic-solving skills. I mean, we've been trained for that with the bears. And Louis’ fanbase, which has a higher percentage of Larries, might be more directly impacted by these little hints... maybe in his lyrics or actions, but I don’t think Harry’s promo strategies rely on it at all. His fanbase is massive, and larries are just a small fraction of it. So this kind of signaling doesn’t seem aligned with his career approach.

3. No, I don’t believe in this “friendship narrative” thing at all. It’s just not going to happen.

4. I’m going to say 2015 too, anon! There was so much entertainment hahaha and I loved seeing them together, I miss that dynamic so much.

4.5. Lilo!

5. Completely agree! Harry is so creative with his lyrics, but it’s also incredibly clear how devoted he’s been to this one particular relationship over the years. His songs are full of consistent themes—he keeps revisiting the same emotions and ideas, for sure!

I don’t have super consistent tags for the things that you asked, but here are a few:

SHARING IS CARING

MATCHY MATCHY

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

OUTINGS

EVERYONE KNOWS

Hope this helps! 😊

[crumb]

okay okay so re: this post about this gifset

tell me what you think--did Benson plan on killing everybody in the restaurant? did he plan on killing himself after? did he expect to spare Randy, or was he on the fence? was he gunning for Chris and Chris alone and anticipating having to improvise?

I just love the way this scene plays out and how, despite the horrific violence, there's still something undeniably human about Benson as he goes about it. I would LOVE to hear your take!!

Holy shit my response is so long and rambling I'm so so sorry but uhhhh here's my thoughts under a cut to save people's dashboards from my dumb brain 🙈

Omg so yes this is something I think about ALL the time. Chris is, of course, a definite 100%. He was basically dead the moment he grabbed Benson's shoulder and said "...I'll have no problem turning your peaceful redneck existence into a living hell..." Benson warned him, gave him a chance to back down from bullying Randy, but Chris doubled down so RIP lol. Which was the spark that lit the first fuse.

The rest I think may have been improvised a bit but not by much. I think he planned on killing everyone, except Randy, but wasn't sure how exactly it would all go down. There's a chance Hardy might not have heard Jess screaming and never come out of the back. Which that alone I find funny that it was Jess' shrieking and not the two shotgun blasts that managed to rip him away from his morning jerk off session. So Benson might have planned on getting Hardy in the office by surprise after doing in Chris and Jess.

Jess is interesting because Benson tries to quiet her first before getting frustrated and shooting her to shut her up. Like, was bro gonna give her some speech before offing her? I wouldn't be surprised. Something about not dating entitled dickheads? I get why some people think he might not have killed her if she stopped screaming, which is a fair theory! But I also think she's been clearly joining in on the bullying and egging on Chris with her little comments and giggling like she had been earlier that morning. So I think she was already firmly on his kill list by that point, plus she would have no use to him other than being another witness—and the whole thing wasn't about her, it was about Randy, so dragging her around with them, or leaving her behind, would be pointless and risky.

Randy Randy Randy. I don't think he ever intended on killing Randy at any point, except maybe there being the risk of it happening when he was shaken after the whole Sheppard situation. At that point, Benson was so out of his own body I think almost anything could've happened, though ultimately I don't think that would've ever been on purpose, only in a knee-jerk reaction. I do think it was a liiittle bit of a test. I think Benson, like he said in the diner (the first round lol) that seeing Randy just stand there doing nothing and waiting for Benson to kill him was the only thing he believed in. He, like Benson mentioned, had been watching Randy and knew he was smart, but also knew he wouldn't do anything to stop what was happening. But I think a small part of him was hoping he would be proved wrong, hoping Randy would do something and show some agency.

And then there's Benson. I've mentioned this before but yeah, I think throughout the film he kinda goes back and forth on having a deathwish. I think when he's having his smoke and probably semi-planning what he's gonna do he is also fully aware that this is the end of the road for him and Randy is his... I don't know, I guess one last chance at redemption before ending things. Pulling Randy back from the brink of dead-end small town small thinking monotony is his like... last hurrah. Ok well maybe killing Chris and everyone is really the last hurrah, but helping Randy figure his shit out is like his last good deed, helping Randy not end up like him. When they're driving to the diner after cleaning up BBB he's in high spirits. The relaxation and acceptance phase of his road to inevitable death/suicide. But then as things progress and he learns more about Randy and everything, once they reach the school, I think at that point he had stepped back from the ledge and was thinking, maybe wishfully thinking, that he could make it out of there. But then Sheppard had to show up and ruin everything. I think Benson had started to think that maybe things could be alright, if only he could get Randy to Ms. Beard's, get that checked off the to-do list, and then they could try escaping. But Sheppard appears and reminds Benson that no matter what he can never escape. He'll never escape what happened to him, the things he's tried to forget, or who he is. So at that point it's like trying to save a sandcastle from an incoming tide. There's no use. Benson didn't have the tools to deal with seeing Sheppard, especially not on a day like that day when he had already spilled blood three times. Chris and them, maybe they deserved it to an extent in Benson's eyes, but no one deserved it more than Sheppard. So after Sheppard he's given himself whiplash. He had accepted his death, then got hopeful, and then had the ceiling cave in on him causing him to have to re-accept his fate, though not as steadfast. There's a few points after Sheppard where it feels like Benson is mentally clawing at the oncoming events in panic. Ms. Beard getting that call and answering it before they could leave. Benson hearing the sirens after Randy calls the cops. Both times it looks like he's reliving some cosmic disappointment like even though he's had to re-accept his fate, he's still desperately looking for an off-ramp. I think that's maybe what Benson means at the end. "I was never in charge, Randy." His fate or inevitable end was in charge and was something he'd already considered set in stone. Though I think that's also due to some self-sabotage. Like Randy tried to tell him, he had the opportunity to just run and never look back but instead decided to go on some self-assigned white knight quest for Randy in circles around town. Following some perceived path to "fix" Randy in ways Benson could never fix himself. Benson is a walking self-fulfilling prophecy. So to answer your question about whether I think Benson planned on killing himself after killing Chris, Jess, and Hardy (and after "helping Randy")—in my opinion, yes, I believe so. But I also think it switches back and forth from yes to no like 15 times between them leaving BBB and watching the cops pull into the diner parking lot that night, lol.

[fallsekings]

OOC: Hey guys since it's getting close to Hall/o/ween, if you're interested in a ghost story, I'll share mine below. All of it is 100% true.

Growing up, we always had a few ghosts around and some were tricksters. Once when I was really young, the power had gone out for some reason that I don't remember. My dad was outside doing something, mom was sleeping. My sister and I were bored so we were in my room playing around with flashlights and we had the dumb idea to get into my closet and pretend it was a rocket ship (I know, I know that sounds silly now). Suddenly we heard a thud against the closet door and we were understandably scared and wanted to know what made that noise, so I tried opening the door and it wouldn't budge. We tried screaming for mom and dad but we couldn't get their attention. I eventually got down on the floor and looked under the door and a magnetic board that's used to put those letters on, like you would a fridge, had somehow picked itself up and wedged itself underneath the closet door knob. I shoved my hand under the door, which was a bit difficult, and managed to knock it out of the way and we flew out of the room to tell mom what had happened.

Other things have happened like toys picked themselves up and were thrown across the room, stereo systems would turn on by themselves, bed's would be sat on and shook like someone else was in the room, things would go missing, etc. All of the stereotypical stuff we have experienced it.

I don't know which ghost did what, but the main one we saw was a dark figure that wore a trench coat and hat and was carrying around something that looked like a cup and he had a limp. We named him Arthur MacArthur. One night I was in the living room by myself watching TV in a rocking chair. I heard footsteps coming up behind me and I thought nothing of it because I thought it may have been mom coming out of her room and there felt like a hand that put itself on the top of it and was pulling it backwards and that was when I decided to look up to see if it was her and there was absolutely nothing but air there. As you can imagine I got up and ran out of there and something hit the dreamcatcher we having hanging up and caused that to move. Almost like something ran through it.

Now Arthur, he would sometimes stand over my bed at night when I was younger and held out his hand with whatever kind of cup he had in it almost like he was wanting me to put something in there. What it was I have no idea. My sister could see him in better detail than I could, though. I could only see like a shadowy figure, she could see that he was wearing a pinstripe suit and tie and a fedora. And she had described this to some of her friends at school and once when they were sitting off to themselves, they all felt someone standing there watching them and they looked up at the same time and one of them asked her, "Is that Arthur?" So they had been able to see him too and figure out who this ghost was just by the details that she had given to them.

Now the weird thing is, we don't live in an old house. No one lived in it before we have, so we figure that the land itself must play a part in it. But anyways, a few years ago, roughly 5-6 years ago I'd say, shortly before my grandfather passed away, he told me a story about his own grandfather. I don't remember what prompted it, but suddenly a lot of things started to make sense. I won't give a lot of details on this, but he said that his grandfather had shot a man by the name of Arthur McCarthy. I don't think he killed him, but he did shoot at him. Maybe that explains the limp. I don't know. But it was because he had been treating a family member of theirs horribly and he was getting tired of it and shot at him. It also explains the clothes he was wearing, too, very appropriate for that time period.

[mirror-is-distured]

Aether is terrified of animals

Afraid?

Polyghouls [aether, dew, and rain] also mountian is there sorta

Dew and rain find a possum and aether is scared of it

100% sfw just kinda long

"dew, what is in your hands" aether asked

"Uhhh... nothing" dew said, turning his back to him.

Dew and rain had walked into the common room earlier, cooing over something he was holding and now they wouldn't let aether see.

"Thats it. Show me what you have or im taking it away" aether grumbled, rising from the couch and stomping over to the corner where dew and rain were huddled up. Rain whipped his head around and hissed, even though he knew it wouldn't make the taller ghoul back off. Without speaking, aether grabbed dews arms and shoved his hands apart

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" he screamed. Jumping back

"Possum" dew mumbled

"We found it in the garden. his name is buio and hes our son" rain added, reaching out to pet it's head

"Where the HELL did you get a possum what the fuck" aether growled

"The garden, rain just said that. Dumbass"

"Ok well put it back! That shit probably has rabies!" Aether yelled

Rain pouted at aether before turning back to fawn over the little ball of fluff.

"Nope. Nope nope nope get it OUT" aether said, reaching out to grab the possum

"Run?"

"Run."

Rain and dew took off, speeding out the door and down the hall with aether in toe, screaming about how it could have diseases or what if it bites them.

Both of them ran full speed into mountians room, rain slamming the door behind them and leaving aether outside, still going on and on about how bad if an idea this was.

"What-"

Mountian was cut off by the door smacking against the wall with a loud thud.

"THEY FOUND A FUCKING POSSUM"

"aether wants to take away our kid" rain whined, hiding dew and the baby behind him. "Hes so mean"

"Alright everyone out. Lets go get copia and see what he thinks of this"

"NO! Copia will make us put it back" rain hissed, still glaring at aether

"Good! Its a wild animal!"

"And you're a ghoul! What are you scared?" Dew teased, holding the fuzzy animal out towards aether like it was a sword.

"What?! No dont be ridiculous, its just a baby, it cant do anything... right?" Aether said, slowly backing away.

"Oooooh the big man is scared of a possum oooo~" dew mocked him, stepping closer.

It really was just a baby, couldn't be more than two weeks old. It's eyes twinkled and it had just the slightest bit of fuzz.

"I- im not scared of some dumb animal!"

Aether tried to sound like he was being genuine, but it sounded like more of a squeal

"Then prove it big man, pet. the. possum." The baby squeeked and wriggled in dews hand.

"I dont have to prove anything to you!"

"You big baby" rain giggled, reaching out to scratch under the animals chin. "Look at how cute it is! Its nothing to be afraid of"

"Im not afraid! Im very tough."

Aether said, taking another step back so that he was pressed against the wall.

"Yeah, if tough is being terrified of this" dew laughed, stepping forward to emphasize his words.

Aether yelped, looking the possum dead in the eyes. "Fine! Ill touch it if you shut up"

"Do it do it do it!" rain chanted over dews shoulder. With one trembling hand aether reached out, gently placing his hand onto the creatures head.

"Oh" he said, softly rustling it's fur. The possum purred, nuzzling itself further into his hand. "I- i guess its kind of cute.." he said.

"See? Its ok big guy" rain cooed "do you want to hold it?"

"No. Petting it is enough thanks..." aether said, drawing his hand back.

"Wait, were you actually scared?" Rain asked. Aether nodded, looking down. He almost seemed... ashamed?

"Oh honey, im sorry..." rain said, stepping forward and grabbing his face. "I didnt.. we didnt realize that"

"Yeah, im really sorry aeth" dew mumbled.

"Hey can yall lovebirds leave please, this is my room ya'know." Mountian grumbled.

"Oh shit sorry mount, we'll go" rain said, gathering up the others and shooing them out the door.

Walking back to the common room, rain grabbed aether's hand, gently interlocking their fingers.

"Im really sorry sweetheart, i didnt know.." he whispered

"Its... its fine" aether mumbled

"No its not" dew said, rounding the corner into the common room "I think theres a box in here somewhere, we can put it in there for now."

Rain grabbed a cardboard box and some blankets, trying to make a comfortable nest for the baby "there we go, put him in here" he said, holding the box out to dew, who put down the possum, who nuzzled into the soft plush almost immediately.

"There we go, its gone now big guy." Rain purred, putting the box onto the coffee table.

"Thank you.." aether mumbled, still stating at the floor.

"Come on baby, do you want to cuddle?" Dew cooed, slouching down into the couch.

Aether nodded grabbing rains hand and pulling him down onto the couch.

"Can we still keep it? I promise we wont even make you look at it if you dont want to." Rain asked, settling down into aethers lap.

"I think that would be ok.." he mumbled, resting his head on dews chest.

"Alright baby boy, just let us know if we ever do anything that makes uncomfortable" dew purred, playing with aethers hair. Aether nodded, yawning into dews shirt.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 100 🔞

Prompt: Younghoon resigned himself to being single when he was 17. Fame does that to a person. At his 21st birthday party, he’s kissed by a boy he doesn’t even know. This mystery boy has Younghoon reconsidering every choice he’s made until that night

Tags: Blow job, referenced recreational drug use

A/N: Happy 100 days! The (10) people spoke & a Juyeon ship was declared the winner. Hope you like it

Younghoon’s fame was a combination of dumb luck and a pretty face. He’d been cast in a minor role in a drama when he was 16. The second lead broke his leg in a skiing accident and the producers decided Younghoon would replace him. It seemed simple enough to all of them. Then the drama aired.

Younghoon became an instant success. He hadn’t even finished high school and was getting offers for first lead roles. Now he was almost 21, universally adored, and lonely as hell.

“Why do I have to have a party?” Younghoon was trying not to whine, but it came out sounding like an irritated toddler.

“Because your agent said so,” Changmin, his best friend and former co-star, replied.

“Just show up for like half an hour and then bail,” Chanhee, his other best friend and an idol, added.

“Right, like no one will notice the birthday boy is gone. Are you stupid?” Changmin looked at Chanhee. The blond boy shrugged.

“Just a suggestion,” he said.

“It’s not like I can even get drunk,” Younghoon sighed.

“We’ll get drunk later,” Changmin said.

“You know Sunwoo and Eric are gonna show up stoned off their asses,” Chanhee added. Kim Sunwoo and Eric Sohn were a rap duo from Chanhee’s company and had somehow been assimilated into their group.

“And Hyunjae,” Younghoon pointed out.

“Who do you think they get it from?” Chanhee tried not to roll his eyes. Changmin leaned over and swatted him on the shoulder.

“Let’s focus on the matter at hand. We’ll get Hoonie through this party and have our own after,” Changmin said.

“Whatever,” Younghoon checked his phone. He had ten texts and two missed calls from his agent. “I better call him back.”

“Good luck,” the other two said in unison.

“Thanks,” Younghoon mumbled and went back inside.

The night of the party arrived and Younghoon wasn’t sure he could be more miserable if he tried. It was outside at an expensive hotel, but it was August and in spite of being dusk, it was still unbearably hot. Younghoon smiled and waved to all the cameras. He didn’t see any of his friends even though they all swore they’d be there early.

“Perfect,” he grumbled. He was swept up into conversation after conversation with people he barely knew. Finally he grabbed a glass of champagne and looked for the nearest bathroom so he could text the group to see where they were. Right as he was about to open the door, he felt a hand on his arm. He turned around expecting to see his agent or his assistant, but instead he was face to face with a sharp eyed boy who looked to be about his age.

“Kiss me,” he said.

“Excuse me?” Younghoon asked.

“Kiss me please?” the pretty stranger pleaded.

“Uh, ok,” Younghoon agreed. The mystery boy kissed him with all the passion of someone he’d known for years. Younghoon literally dropped his glass to wrap his arms around the boy’s neck. The other boy hugged Younghoon’s waist and swiped his tongue across the seam of Younghoon’s lips. He let his jaw relax and the other boy’s tongue was in his mouth. Younghoon dropped his weight back and had the stranger pinning him up against the wall as they kept making out. He had no idea who this guy was. He could be a stalker for all Younghoon knew. Yet somehow that didn’t matter when his lips traveled to Younghoon’s neck.

“Thank you,” he breathed against Younghoon’s skin.

“You’re welcome?” Younghoon replied. The boy pulled back to look at him.

“This is gonna sound totally stupid but I saw my ex here and I told him I was seeing someone when I’m not and you were the first person I saw so, um, yeah,” a blush was barely visible under his tan. “I’m Juyeon, by the way.”

“Younghoon,” he replied. “But I guess you knew that.” Juyeon gave him a perplexed look then the light bulb obviously went off.

“Oh my god, you’re Kim Younghoon,” he looked absolutely mortified. “I am so sorry. I had no idea. I’m here because the company had an extra ticket and said it was a party for an actor, but I don’t really keep up with dramas plus I just moved here like a month ago but I figured I had nothing to do so I’d drink someone else’s expensive booze. Please don’t fire me.”

“Hey, hey, slow down. I’m not gonna get you fired. It’s actually nice to know there are some people in this country who don’t know me,” Younghoon smiled.

“So you’re not mad?” Juyeon ventured.

“I am very much the opposite of mad,” Younghoon replied. “Also it’s hard to be mad at someone who is such a good kisser.”

“Thank you,” Juyeon blushed even deeper.

“This is gonna make me sound like a cliché, but my friends were gonna have an actual party for me later. Would you like to come?” Younghoon asked.

“Me? You want me to come to your private birthday party?” Juyeon pointed to himself.

“Yes, I would like you to come to my private birthday party,” Younghoon confirmed.

“I’m a nobody. I just got hired as a backup dancer,” Juyeon replied.

“Maybe I like that you’re a nobody who had no idea who I was until after we made out,” Younghoon smiled, an actual genuine smile, at the very flustered boy.

“I’d love to come to your party,” Juyeon nodded.

“Give me your phone,” Younghoon said. Juyeon quickly pulled it out of his pocket and handed it over. Younghoon typed in his number, texted himself, and handed it back.

“I’ll text you when we’re leaving and where we’re going. However the press is probably climbing the walls wondering where I am,” Younghoon told him.

“Right, sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you,” Juyeon stepped back only for Younghoon to realize they’d had this entire conversation still holding onto each other.

“I liked being kept,” Younghoon grinned. He impulsively kissed Juyeon again, then picked up his discarded glass off the plush carpet. Juyeon stood there stunned as Younghoon gave him one final smile before heading back to the party.

“Wait, wait, wait - can you repeat that?” Changmin asked when Younghoon finally found the group.

“I made out with a total stranger who had no idea who I am,” Younghoon repeated.

“You mean there’s someone who doesn’t know who you are?” Hyunjae asked.

“Does he live under a rock?” Chanhee asked from his spot on Hyunjae’s lap.

“He said he doesn’t follow dramas and he just moved here,” Younghoon shrugged.

“Hoon, he could be a stalker,” Eric said.

“I think he’s telling the truth. Anyway, I invited him to the party later,” Younghoon replied.

“You invited a total stranger to our private party for you? Are you nuts?” Kevin, another idol turned actor, asked.

“Can’t you be happy for me for like 2 seconds?” Younghoon huffed.

“Can you see why we’re a little concerned, though?” Chanhee questioned. Younghoon had to admit they were right. He’d had trouble with stalkers in the past. However this guy, this Juyeon, seemed to be telling the truth.

“If he shows up and you get a bad vibe from him I’ll make Sangyeon come get him,” Younghoon said.

“Fair,” Changmin agreed. The others nodded their approval.

“So when can we leave again?” Hyunjae asked.

A few hours later, they were finally able to leave for Changmin’s apartment. Younghoon texted Juyeon like he’d promised earlier.

Younghoon: Leaving now. Going to [address]

The reply popped up in less than 30 seconds.

Juyeon: Ok. Do you mind if I get a ride?

Younghoon showed the others the message.

“Well, if he seems sketchy we can leave him here,” Sunwoo said.

Younghoon: Can do. We’re on the 3rd floor by the pool

Juyeon: Be there in less than 5

When Juyeon walked into the pool area, Chanhee, Sunwoo, and Eric looked at each other.

“Well damn,” Sunwoo said. Juyeon stopped in his tracks.

“You know him?” Younghoon asked.

“He got signed along with a bunch of other dancers recently,” Eric said.

“He’s fine,” Chanhee added.

“These…are your friends?” Juyeon squeaked.

“For better or worse,” Younghoon replied. Chanhee stuck his tongue out at him. “Ready to go?”

“Sure?” Juyeon was still frozen on the spot. Younghoon walked over and took Juyeon’s hand.

“Ride with me,” he said. Juyeon nodded and kept a death grip on Younghoon’s hand. He didn’t relax until they were in the car.

“I guess I should’ve known your friends were famous too,” Juyeon said.

“The entertainment industry is small and inbred as you’ll soon find out,” Younghoon told him.

“Sunwoo and Eric are nice. I haven’t really talked to Chanhee much,” Juyeon replied.

“He can be kinda bitchy, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. That’s just him,” Younghoon said.

“They thought I was a stalker or something, didn’t they?” Juyeon asked.

“I had a problem with one a couple years ago, but once they hired Sangyeon for me things got better. Right?” Younghoon addressed the driver.

“Yup,” Sangyeon gave a mock salute in the rearview mirror.

“Hi,” Juyeon gave a small wave. Sangyeon rolled up the privacy screen between the front and back seats.

“That means he’s okay with us making out,” Younghoon explained.

“Do you want to?” Juyeon asked.

“I was hoping you would,” Younghoon replied.

“Me too,” Juyeon agreed. Younghoon gracefully straddled Juyeon’s lap and looked down at him.

“I know this might be hard to believe, but earlier was my first time kissing someone not on screen,” he said.

“Really? Could’ve fooled me,” Juyeon said, resting his hands on Younghoon’s hips.

“Some of my co-stars are very good kissers. I’ve actually kissed Changmin before. That’s how we met,” Younghoon said.

“You met by kissing?” Juyeon asked.

“He was on the second drama I was cast in. They didn’t want any kissing until I was 18,” Younghoon replied.

“And now?” Juyeon continued.

“Nothing too scandalous. Just kissing and a little groping over clothes,” Younghoon shrugged. “Though there’s talk about me doing something a little more explicit now that I’m old enough to drink in every country in the world. But enough talking about my job. That’s the last thing I want to be doing right now.”

Juyeon nodded dumbly as Younghoon leaned down to kiss him. They picked up right where they’d left off outside the bathroom. Younghoon cupped Juyeon’s jaw as Juyeon started unbuttoning Younghoon’s shirt.

“This is okay, right?” Juyeon asked.

“Very okay,” Younghoon leaned back and finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it hang open as he put his lips back on Juyeon’s. Juyeon let his hands roam Younghoon’s torso.

“You have really big hands,” Younghoon observed.

“I’d like to think they’re one of my positive qualities,” Juyeon replied.

“I’d like to get those hands a few other places, but we’re here,” Younghoon told him. The car had stopped and Younghoon quickly rebuttoned his shirt before getting out and helping Juyeon out behind him.

“You are a couple of whores,” Chanhee said when they walked in.

“What?” Younghoon asked.

“Did you look at yourselves in a mirror?” Changmin asked.

“No,” Younghoon shook his head. They’d been too busy making out in the elevator to look at their reflection. Younghoon looked at Juyeon. His lips were dark red and his whole face and upper chest were flushed. Younghoon supposed he didn’t look much different.

“Enough being an asshole, Chanhee. We’re supposed to be partying,” Sunwoo pushed the tiny blond. He turned his attention to Juyeon. “I don’t know if you smoke but those of us who do are on the balcony.”

“He means weed,” Younghoon clarified.

“Oh, no, I don’t,” Juyeon shook his head.

“Birthday punch it is then,” Kevin handed them cups filled with an orange liquid. Younghoon sniffed it and all he smelled was alcohol.

“Thanks Kev,” Younghoon smiled. He tapped his glass on Juyeon’s. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” Juyeon replied. There were only 8 of them there so any absence would be noticed. Of course it was Younghoon’s birthday and he wanted some alone time with the pretty boy who had changed the course of his whole evening.

“Younghoon?” he turned his attention to Kevin.

“Yeah?”

“I asked if you wanted to order food,” Kevin repeated.

“Sure, better ask the stoners what they want,” Younghoon replied. Kevin laughed a little and walked out to the patio. Younghoon grabbed Juyeon’s arm and pulled him down the hall into one of the bedrooms.

“I know what I want,” Younghoon told Juyeon as he sat on the bed and pulled Juyeon on top of him.

“What’s that?” Juyeon asked. Younghoon pressed his hips up against Juyeon’s body.

“I want you to fuck me, but that seems a bit forward,” Younghoon replied. Juyeon laughed.

“I literally didn’t introduce myself until we’d made out for a good two minutes,” he pointed out.

“Fair point,” Younghoon stretched out under Juyeon.

“Maybe something that would take a little less time than sex?” Juyeon suggested, running his nose up Younghoon’s neck.

“Such as?” he asked.

“Sucking your cock?” Juyeon kissed under Younghoon’s ear. He bucked his hips up again.

“That would be an excellent birthday present,” Younghoon turned his head and kissed Juyeon. Juyeon smiled against Younghoon’s lips as he kissed him back. This was the best night Younghoon had in years. Maybe it was because there was a beautiful boy on top of him or maybe it was because he felt an actual connection with someone for the first time. He loved his friends, but Younghoon wanted something deeper for a long time. Maybe, just maybe, this was it.

“Sit up,” Juyeon whispered.

“You’ll have to get off me first,” Younghoon replied.

“Dammit,” Juyeon teased. He rolled off Younghoon and the other boy sat up and leaned against the wall. Juyeon watched him intently as Younghoon opened his jeans and shimmied them and his underwear down to his mid-thigh. He was already hard.

“If you say anything about me getting hard from making out…” Younghoon started.

“I’m flattered that I got you that turned on from only making out,” Juyeon smiled, settling between Younghoon’s legs. Younghoon weaved his fingers in Juyeon’s dark locks.

“Ready when you are,” he said. Juyeon grinned up at him one more time before taking Younghoon’s length into his mouth. Juyeon’s mouth was warm and wet on his cock. He was doing things with his tongue that Younghoon didn’t even know was possible.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips jerking up on their own.

“You can fuck my face if you want. It is your birthday after all,” Juyeon popped off. His eyes were almost black with arousal.

“I don’t want to choke you or something,” Younghoon replied.

“You won’t. I’ve sucked a dick or two in my life,” Juyeon lazily fisted Younghoon’s cock.

“Okay,” Younghoon nodded. Juyeon smiled again then took Younghoon back in his mouth. He closed his eyes and got lost in the feeling of Juyeon’s mouth on him. Younghoon let his hips buck when Juyeon found a particularly sensitive spot. Then Younghoon felt the distinct heat in his hips and pressure in his balls. He came before he could warn Juyeon, but the other boy drank him down unphased. Juyeon opened his mouth to say something when Younghoon finished only to be interrupted by a loud knock.

“Did I tell you that you could defile my guest room?” Changmin yelled through the door. Juyeon blushed and Younghoon stifled a giggle. He helped Younghoon tuck back in.

“No, but it’s my birthday and you love me,” Younghoon replied when he opened the door.

“Next time I’m at your place I’m going to repay you,” Changmin glared.

“Sure you will,” Younghoon ruffled his friend’s hair and they went back into the living room.

[hayatoseyepatch]

Hi Love!

It’s November somehow! This year is going way too fast and has me feeling:

Anyway, with November comes a very popular challenge: No Nut November!

Which one of your f/o’s can go the ENTIRE month without touching you and which one’s absolutely can’t/refuses?

You have an interesting harem so I’m down to hear your thoughts because I have my own about a particular eyepatch wearing demon…

💕

No Nut November you say?? I'm going in depth with a few here (I'm a whore you know how long my list is). Let's be honest it's more who am I forcing to fail because I cant keep my hands to myself.

Answers below the cut 👅

Hayato Suo: Success

Okay, so you know we’re starting with the eyepatched demon, you’ve left me no choice. So here’s the fucking thing with Suo. He’s an ass and the bane of my existence. This fucker has the self control to last the entire month. And is this because he has control over his needs? Fuck no that man’s drive is just as high (if not higher) than mine. No. Suo keeps going because he loves seeing me so desperate for even a crumb of his touch.

Suo never once says that I also participate, even going as far as to give me full rein to touch myself whenever I want. This is purposeful. Because he knows he has absolutely ruined me. Even for myself. Suo knows I could be going at it for hours, but nothing will ever be as good as his touch. He thrives off of the frustrated whimpers he hears coming from the bedroom. Even if there’s a resulting throbbing in his pants, he lives off of the knowledge that I can't even get myself off without him. It just does something for his ego.

That isn’t to say, however, that it doesn’t come with its consequences. Strutting around the house in the skimpiest night clothes, blaming the heat being on due to the chill outside. The fact that after numerous times of him asking because as you’ve said Suo thinks panties are a hassle and now that’s canon for me I’m finally forgoing underwear when he’s around. Lingering kisses that are met with a push to his shoulder when he was really getting into it, a teasing reminder of his “little challenge”. Photos sent to him of myself in “the cutest lingerie I found that looks just like his eyes”.

His resolve cracks and almost crumbles a few times but ultimately he does successfully make it to the end of the month. BUT best believe we aren’t leaving that bed until well into December 2nd.  This one was fucking LONG the others wont be so long, promise.

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano: Tries & Fails

I love Mikey but this hoe is not lasting a week. His resolve is so strong the first like two days, swearing up and down that he’s “going to make it this time, it's not gonna be like last year” (where all it took was one well-placed bath together to have him folding). He definitely is so dramatic too, calling me a “harlot” or a “temptress” for even changing with him around. This man is touch starved, he’s lost so many people in his life that he is so touch starved. Theres something to him about being able to feel his s/o under his touch to assure they wont slip from his fingers. That theyre safe and with him. So cuddling is something he simply CANNOT go without. All it takes is one well-placed wiggle of the hips or laying his head on my chest (he’s a boob guy I will not budge on this) for him to crumble. Before he knows it, theres a tit in his mouth and he’s rutting against my thigh. He fails, he fails so hard.

Meguru Bachira: Doesn’t Even Try

Bachira? Meguru “I’m so in love with my partner nothing else matters” Bachira??? He didn’t have any friends growing up, isolated and not having much to begin with. So I think even in his adulthood he isn’t super into/reliant on social media. Big fan of dumb/cure animal videos but I cant imagine him being like glued to his phone, more into being with those he cares for in the moment. Even going as far as not liking texting, he’s a facetimer 100 percent. We’re getting off topic. The point is I’m not too sure he even knows about this trend. So when someone, probably Eita, tells him about the challenge he laughs. Full om laughs in his face. He doesn’t even try, doesn’t see the point. Just looks at him like “that’s stupid, why would I do that?” If they try and tell him that it makes it feel better from withholding for a period of time, he just shakes his head hitting them with that kilowatt smile and a “that’s fucking stupid, everytime I fuck her feels amazing, maybe don’t suck in bed.” With a giggle, skipping out of the locker room and back home to fuck me into the mattress.

Bonus:

Satoru Gojo - Gets into it because of a bet with Suguru, winds up failing two weeks in due to some raunchy texts with nudes.

Soshiro Hoshina - He has the potential to make it all the way, he has the resolve, but he makes it three weeks and comes back from a stressful mission and needs to blow off steam.

Choso - This sweet angel, he is a pleasure dom at his core and fails when being sure he could bring me to orgasm without cumming himself (spoiler alert it didnt work).

THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN. Sorry for being so rambly I just had far too much fun with this one. Thanks for sending this in bb I adore you!!