#shakes him like a can of soda (affectionate)

[theramblingsofadork]

This is part of a larger WIP, but I really like how Starline turned out here, so enjoy this upbeat and chipper lad. 💖✨

[howlingdemon13]

I will be in the depths of despair, and this little freak has the power to pull me out of it like?????

God, I love this icky little cutie.

Perfect critter! Ough!

Do I have a problem? Maybe, but if the bug demon has that kind of effect, I’ll take it.

[lqveharrington]

Gentleman | R.L.

summary: remus lupin is the perfect gentleman.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: fluff, you and sirius are practically siblings, rem defending his girlfriend, someone gets pushed off a boat

a/n: all my inspo literally comes from the music i listen to 😭

James had invited the entire group down to the lake for the summer because it was the last summer before the last year of Hogwarts. He thought it should be memorable, and everyone loved the idea. His parents allowed him to borrow the lake house and boat, but only if everyone's parents were okay with it. Of course, your parents trusted you with your friends. The only rule was to stay in separate rooms from your boyfriend. Oopsies.

As the Potters’ boat slowed to a calm stop, the summer wind continued to blow through the air, the clouds nonexistent in the blue sky. The sun shimmered across the lake water and the radio played the top hits of the month, the sound drowning from the talking of the boat’s riders.

When Sirius had enough of all the chitchat, he quickly shed himself of his top and jumped into the lake water, splashing Marlene who was trying to tan on the boats end. She cursed him out and threatened to pull the ladder away when he splashed her again.

Witnessing the entire interaction, you hid a laugh behind a smile and left the girls to sit beside Remus who was sitting underneath the shade of the boat. You tucked your legs underneath your lap and leaned your chin on his shoulder. On instinct, his calloused hand found the space underneath your calf and gently squeezed even when talking to James. You admired his face glowing in the sun for a beat, eyes following the scars that were left behind from bad nights before he finally turned and met your loving eyes.

“Hey.” You murmur and grin when you felt him press a soft kiss to your lips. “Sirius just went into the water." He hummed and kissed you again, making you hum and separate once more. "You don't want to join him?”

“And leave you here all by yourself? What type of man do you think I am?” He thumbed your leg and felt for the rushing blood, ensuring there was a pule and that you were in fact real. It was a habit he was quick to have learned because of a full moon incident a year ago.

You shrug and rest your cheek on his shoulder instead, watching the gulls fly by and circle the food James was grilling. As he tried fighting them off with tongs, Lily and Dorcas began to draw sunscreen images on Marlene's back, not bothering to cover up their giggles.

“You don’t want to join the girls?” Remus tilted his head and scanned your side profile, following the contour of your face. He memorized every single bump and crease, gingerly tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear when you looked back over at him.

You raise a brow at his guilty smile and analyze his mannerism, rubbing the one bit of sunscreen into his cheek. "What?"

“You just wanna stay in the shade with me, don't you, dovey?" He brought his hand up and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you close enough so he could press a kiss to your temple.

“Of course, wherever you are, I follow.” You grin as a blush creeps up your neck, not realizing Sirius had gotten out of the water and rolled his eyes at how affectionate the both of you were being.

“You two are so gross." He covered his eyes before shaking his head like the dog he was — ridding himself of all the water he brought up with him.

You groaned when you got hit with the water, glaring at the long-haired boy. He stuck his tongue out at you which you retaliated with your middle finger. You swore that Sirius had a secret hatred for you since you began dating Remus over a year ago.

Sirius gasped at your gesture and put a hand on his chest, returning the finger. Remus rolled his eyes at the both of you and gave you a pointed look, making you cover it with your hand.

"Prongs, do something! The lady won't go down without a fight!" SIrius complained and popped a soda can out of the cooler, leaning against the railing of the boat.

“Mate, I don’t know what you want me to do.” James threw him a confused look and reached inside the cooler to hand Lily her own can. "Besides, I can't do much here."

“You could toss her over board." Sirius muttered loud enough for you to whip your head toward him and glare.

"You were being mean first!" You move to stand only to be pulled back down into your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus pursing his lips in thought, making you sigh. "Rem—"

“Sit.” He practically commanded, rolling his eyes once more when you crossed your arms and legs in annoyance. But when you noticed his quick wink, you realize what he was going to do.

You smiled slyly toward Sirius when he met your eyes again. The poor unsuspecting bloke. Sirius gave you an annoyed look and went to say something — probably insulting all women — when Remus pulled him aside.

Assuming Remus was going to hangout with him instead of you, Sirius stuck his tongue out before yelping in surprise as Remus pushed him off the boat. Your eyes widened with a smile, stretching your neck to see where Sirius was flailing. The three girls burst out into laughter at the predicament and quickly moved away from all the splashing water, grabbing a polaroid to take a picture before he could get out. James just shook his head in disbelief, clasping his arm around Sirius’ and helping him up.

Remus tossed a towel in Sirius' direction before sitting beside you again, kissing the side of your head like nothing happened. You gave him cheeky smile and laced your hand with his.

“What a gentleman.” You chide before letting out a noise of surprise at the feeling of his lips on yours, dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest.

“Some gentleman you are.” Sirius muttered as he dried himself off. When he realized Remus was staring back at him with an unimpressed look, he took a huge step back behind James and quickly apologized. “Kidding, I’m kidding.”

You send him another death glare before staring up at Remus with soft eyes as he thumbed your palm, a small smile taking over your face. "You know we're probably going to get pranked anytime soon, right?"

"As long as I spend quality time with you, I think I'll be fine. Besides, he won't try anything too bad." Remus tilted your head up with his index finger. "I'm a gentleman anyway."

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[socgf]

you really got me - chapter 1

dallas winston x curtis!oc

wc: 717

warnings: none

“christ. turn that shit off, will ya? it’s makin’ my ears bleed.”

the sound of my window creaking open makes my head snap over to the bruised up hoodlum climbing in, with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. he mumbles something about ‘those god-damned bushes’ cutting up his back on the way up, and i roll my eyes.

“dal. i thought we agreed you would knock beforehand?" i’m not mad at him, not really. his eyes scan over my baby pink nightgown as i lie on my stomach on my twin bed, kicking my feet up a bit. i’m spinning some beatles record over on my dresser that soda and pony like to call ‘soc music’, and he flops down unceremoniously onto my pillows, kicking off his muddy boots.

“now why would i do somethin’ like that?” he teases as he reaches over and slams my textbook shut, tossing it over to my nightstand.

i groan and turn over to face him. “what if i’m in the middle of changing? you ever think of that?”

“aw hell, if you think that’s gonna keep me away…” he gives me that damn crooked smirk and i scoff at him, dramatically enough, i hope, to mask the faint pink blush creeping onto my cheeks.

“so.. what happened to you?” i nod faintly at the bruise blooming on his jaw.

“nothin’ serious, rosie. shepard got his panties in a twist ‘cause he heard i said somethin ‘bout his baby sister.”

“jesus. what’d you say?”

“man, i ain’t said nothin’ but the truth.” he looked real proud of himself for that one.

“you really just ask to get your ass kicked sometimes.” i shake my head at him, as he settles in, laying back on my floral pillows while blowing his smoke in my direction just to piss me off.

“hey. i didn’t get my fuckin’ ass kicked. you should see the state he's in right now.” dally retorts harshly. he can sound real scary sometimes, when he feels like he needs to.

my eyes widen slightly. “darry’s right on the other side of the wall. stop yellin’.” it’s not like darry doesn’t know he sneaks in through my window, but it’s kind of become an ‘i don’t want to see it or hear it’ agreement between us. not that my protests would ever keep dally quiet and respectful.

“darrel will be fine.” he stands up and stops my record his damn self, turning to me with one of his wicked grins. “i missed ya, doll.”

i shake the comment off. “you’re getting dirt all over my sheets. and ash. y’know how much laundry i have to do ‘cause of you?”

“relax, rosie.” he drawls, shrugging off his brown leather jacket and pulling his wife beater over his head, before settling on my pillows again. i try not to notice how his muscles tense as he crosses his arms. “how’s the kid been? you know,” he chuckles, “i think he’s got a mean crush on that redhead broad. cherry, or somethin’.”

“cherry valance? he won’t stop talkin’ about her. he’s smitten.” i smile affectionately at him. that’s one leg up i’ve got on soda when it comes to pony, he always comes to me for girl advice.

“can’t blame him. a real looker, that one. but tough to crack. i offered to take her out for a coke, and she told me to go to hell, i dunno.”

yeah, i needed to get off this subject. “i thought you and sylvia were-”

“nah, man. not anymore. two-bit told me he saw her neckin’ peterson at the party last saturday. two-timing whore.” he rolls it off his tongue like the name itself is filthy.

“oh.” i wasn’t sure what to say to that, or how to feel. relieved, maybe, even if i didn’t want to admit it. “well, i’m sorry.” it comes out softer than intended.

he narrows his eyes, not one to ever like feeling pitied. “i ain’t bothered.”

“alright, dal.” the room is dead silent without my record playing. “…wanna get high?”

he just pats his side of my bed lazily, pulling out a joint from his pocket as i move over to him. close enough for his cheap cologne and kools smoke to take over my lungs, but not close enough to touch.

a.n. idk what he smokes ive been trying to figure it out lols i put marlboro lights first for some reason and then i googled it and they came out in 1971. idk voice ur opinions but kools feels right. also i keep stealing his lines from the movie laughs evily

taglist: @mrsdillonx @hailpacino @magefelixir @jujuheartz13 @coastershells @r0seb100d

[linos-luna]

Angsty Minho or Seungmin with fluffy ending. Where reader is very sensitive and don’t like getting yelled at but Minho or Seungmin had a bad day and puts it out on reader. Fluffy ending with kisses and cuddles😔

Im in a sensitive kinda mood soooo 😅

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Moody 🥀☁️

Seungmin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none 🫰🏽

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Seungmin didn’t exactly have the best day and when he got home he barely greeted you and went straight to the bedroom to lay down.

You followed after him and stood next to the bed as he put his hands over his face.

“Seungmin…?” You asked shyly. “Are you okay?”

“Not now, y/n…” he groaned.

“Is there something I can—”

“I said, not now!” Your boyfriend snapped, still not moving his hands.

“Seung—”

“Get out!” He yelled and you quickly left the room. This stung a bit but you figured he just needed some space so you opted to watch some tv.

After a while, you had fallen asleep. Laying across the couch with a soda next to you. The show still played as you shifted in your sleep and the soda spilled onto the carpet. But of course you had no idea.

Seungmin came out from the bedroom with his hands on his head, trying to sooth his headache when he comes across you and the spilt drink.

“Y/n, what the hell?!”

“W-what?!” He nearly scared you and you sat up quickly.

“You made a mess!” He yelled. “Why would you do that?!“

“S-seung—”

“Don’t you think about your actions?!” He interrupted as you stood up while wiping away tears.

“I-I—….”

“Clean it!!” He yelled before stomping away and slamming the bedroom door behind him.

You started crying; he’s never yelled at you like that before.

It wasn’t even a minute later when seungmin realized what he did and quickly came out. You hadn’t moved from your spot and stood there sobbing.

“Y/n, baby! I’m sorry!” He said while going to you.

“No!” You sobbed while turning away. “Why are you mean to me?!”

“I didn’t mean it! Baby! I’m sorry!” He pleaded as he hugged you from behind, holding you tight.

You turned and continued crying into his chest as he rubbed your back. Seungmin wasn’t the most physically affectionate person so he wasn’t exactly sure how to soothe you.

“I’m sorry seungmin…” you said while wiping your tears.

“No, baby… I shouldn’t have yelled like that.” He sighed while hugging you. “I had a bad day but… you didn’t deserve to be yelled at….”

You nodded and he took your hand, leading you to the bedroom.

Seungmin laid you down and put a blanket over you. He then laid next to you and gave some kisses on your cheek.

Tears were still rolling down your cheeks and you nuzzled into his neck area, taking in his lovely cologne.

Seungmin stroked your hair and softly kissed your lips while holding your waist. You kissed him back, letting him take the lead as you whimpered lightly.

“My sweet girl…” he whispered while letting up a bit. “I should’ve never yelled at you…”

“It’s okay…” you replied before he gave you a few more kisses.

“No… no it’s not.”

Seungmin held onto your cheeks and loomed over you as he kissed you. You were gripping onto his shirt tight, lightly shaking.

“You’re my sweet girl, right?” He whispered as he kissed your neck. You nodded and giggled at the tickling feeling.

“Yes seungmin”

Your boyfriend smiled at your answer and held onto you like a body pillow. Sure it was a little awkward for him but he knew you liked it and that’s all that mattered.

[snapghoul]

Moon, tell me if I could send my heart up to you?

Bradley and Jake parted ways with Tyler and Bradley meets Mama and Pa Seresin.

Note: I love using titles that represent characters’ feelings towards each other as subtext.

Warnings: none

Song: My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Texas seemed much like Oklahoma to Bradley—just as scorching and flat. He unloaded the duffel bags from their rental car while Jake dashed up the steps of the ranch house and was quickly enveloped in a warm embrace by his parents.

Watching the scene unfold tugged at Bradley’s heart, starkly reminding him of his own lack of family. He longed for moments like these and resented the void left by their absence.

As Bradley approached the porch, Jake’s mother greeted him with a warm smile. “You must be Bradley, come here, darlin’!” she said, pulling him into a gentle hug and cupping his face. Her affectionate term of endearment made him feel unexpectedly cherished.

“You’re quite the looker,” she continued. “I’m Rose, but you can call me Mama Seresin. Jake, what a fine boy you’ve brought home!” Rose beamed at Jake, who turned bright red as his mother showered Bradley with praise. Bradley, equally flushed, found himself overwhelmed by the genuine warmth.

“Ma.” Jake sighed and his father chuckled, reaching out to shake Bradley’s hand.

“Cole, welcome to the ranch, son,” Mr. Seresin greeted warmly. Bradley barely had time to process the introduction before he was swept into the house, his duffle bags being handed off to Jake.

“Lucky for you, I just finished some barbecue,” Rose said as she guided Bradley inside. “Soph and the kids won’t be here for a while, so I suggest you dig in now.”

“Ma, slow down—” Jake began, but his mother waved him off.

“Hush! You’ve never brought anyone home before; let me have my moment,” she retorted. Bradley chuckled softly as the mother and son playfully swatted at each other.

“You’re the first he’s ever brought home, so she’s just excited,” Mr. Seresin explained, gently prying his wife’s hands away from Bradley while she continued to bicker with Jake. “If she gets overwhelming, just let me know. Would you like a Coke or a beer?”

“Coke, please,” Bradley said with a smile.

Mr. Seresin’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the lively energy of his family. It was clear that Jake and Tyler inherited their boisterous attitude from their mother. The shorter blonde woman was animatedly chastising her son with a towel, loudly lamenting that Jake hadn’t shared much about Bradley. It was evident that his presence was a significant moment.

Bradley followed Mr. Seresin into the kitchen, where he was handed a freshly opened can of soda.

“Now, darling, let me get a better look at you,” Rose said, her excitement palpable as she made another advance toward Bradley.

Jake quickly stepped in, placing himself between Bradley and his mother, wrapping his arms around the taller man. He glanced back at Rose and said, “Ma, give him some space, or you’ll scare him off.”

“Jake,” Bradley said, taking a sip of his soda around Jake’s head, his hand resting comfortably on Jake’s lower back. “It’s fine. If I can handle you every day, I’m sure I can manage your mom. Sorry, Mrs. Seresin.”

Rose laughed heartily, joined by her husband. “Oh, darlin’ don’t be sorry, you’re probably right. And I told you just call me Mama Seresin.”

“I’d say so,” Mr. Seresin added with a grin. “And if he’s survived a week with Tyler, he’s ready for anything.”

Rose looked to her husband for confirmation, and he nodded in agreement. It was clear that Bradley had already been warmly accepted into the family.

They also noticed how utterly captivated Jake was, his green eyes twinkling as he looked up at Bradley with an unprecedented softness, as if Bradley were the full moon on a clear night. In turn, Bradley gazed at Jake with the same warmth one might reserve for the sun, his arm wrapped protectively around Jake’s waist, drawing him close.

Yeah, Bradley was staying, Mama would make sure of that.

[heretyc]

Carnival [Barbi x Reader] [SHORT] [Maneater! AU]

Based on the Bambino gamemode and the Fun Park maps. I forget the therapy names like the dumbass that I am lmfao. But there are currently two in the gamemode. Both of which involve heart stew, which is what inspired me. Every time I play them I'm like "this is so Maneater core" lol. I'm FINALLY feeling better! So this is a little writing exercise to get me into doing requests and answering asks. Enjoy.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the scent of gore and candy floss met your nose; your spot in Barbi's side contributed to the joy, the man warm as can be and smelling of the cologne he bought the day of your honeymoon.

"Isn't this place beautiful?" You breathed in, enjoying the combination of decay and sweetness. The theme park, despite being coated in old coats of blood, was able to inspire glee into you.

Barbi simply chuckled, pressing his lips to your temple, "Course it is. I had a feeling we'd enjoy this place." He then scowled, "Was never good at the fuckin' games, though. I barely came to these as a kid because of it."

You knew that wasn't the reason; "my dad never took me" was the obvious answer, but you knew of his past, and knew better than to pry. So you worked with his answer.

"Which games?"

"The ones where you have to aim," he shook his head, "Fuckin' scams, I tell ya."

"And yet you have Lupara," you snickered, "Surely your aim has improved."

"Damn straight sweetness," he chortled, wrapping his arm around yours, "Now let's go have some fuckin' fun."

The two of you walked around the theme park, ignoring the ex-pops that muttered angrily to themselves and the Reagent that gave you two an expression that could only say, "what the actual fuck are those two doing".

You came to learn that there were games, up and running, and you two walked into the diner, to see pots of hearts, all set up.

"Is it Christmas already?" You snickered, leaning to smell the stew with a moan. Inside laid a red liquid, thick and full of clots. "God, it's fresh."

"Is it?" Barbi teased, wrapping an arm around your waist, "Only my Maneater would know when a body part is fuckin' fresh." His gloved thumb affectionately rubbed your side.

"It's quite obvious," you picked up one of the organs, squeezing it tightly. "See? Bright red, not counting the blood it was surrounded in. Like it was harvested just today...maybe even an hour ago..." You stuck out your tongue, giving the organ a lick.

"Is it up to my woman's satisfaction?" He raised a brow, to which he was responded to with a nod. "Absolutely."

Barbi snickered at your enthusiasm before looking at the large, shuttered door. "Oh, sweetness?" He motioned to the sign and the button, "The hearts are our...hackey sacks, so to speak."

You merely scoffed, "They expect us to waste these? Disgusting."

You amused him in ways he didn't think were possible; he let out a snort, "I know! What a fuckin' travesty. But I have an idea."

"...Lupara?"

He smirked, pulling the beloved gun from his bandolier, and a homemade bullet. "Bingo, baby."

The Reagent knew better than to question your lack of teaming up against him, but he stared in shock upon seeing the two of you walk up to him, three tickets in Barbi's hand. "Here, fuckwad," he shoved them into the Reagent's chest as you snacked on a heart, your other arm full of the plump organs. "We'll let Goosebitch deal with ya."

"...Um," the Reagent pursed his lips, "Aren't you supposed to, um..."

"Supposed to what?" Barbi snapped, sitting you two down on a bench to watch the carousel, "Chase ya? Fuck no. Our honeymoon was soiled," he motioned to the two of you, "so we're makin' up for it. That an issue, you fuckin' mutt?"

The Reagent was quick to shake his head and run off toward the Root Canal.

"He's thick in the head, isn't he?" You questioned, swallowing a mouthful of chamber. Barbi nodded his head, popping open a soda bottle with the end of Lupara. "Seems to be."

It was silent, save for the loud carousel and its music, until you grinned, "It's something I'd like to try."

"That's my Maneater," he snickered, using his free hand to pull you into him as he took a swig of the root beer. "I love ya, sugar."

"And I love you with all of my...hearts."

The two of you silently prayed the Reagent wouldn't make it...just so you could stay in here for as long as you pleased.

And so you could eat the remains.

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

greasers reaction to a really tall and strong reader? Like taller and stronger than them?

A/N Hiiiii! I would love too! 🫶🏻 I lowkey struggled with this one. I’m not sure why. So I’m sorry if this sucksss anyways I hope you like it💗

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Darrel Curtis

At first, Darry would be taken aback, when he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him. It’s not often he meets someone who can match him in both height and physical strength, let alone surpass him.

Despite his initial surprise, Darry would find it incredibly attractive. He’s used to being the protector, but there’s something intriguing about someone who could easily do the same for him.

He’d constantly tease you in a playful way, like joking about how he should watch his step, “or else you’ll start bossing me around instead.”

The Curtis brothers would definitely make fun of him for it, especially Soda. “So, big guy, what’s it like having someone who can pick you up for a change?” Darry just smirks and doesn’t respond because, let’s face it, he’s proud.

He’d try to challenge you at things like arm wrestling or seeing who could lift the heaviest objects around the house, but when you beat him (and you usually do), he’d just shake his head and laugh, saying, “All right, show off. Don’t let it go to your head.”

Darry would be amazed at how easily you handle physical tasks. Fixing things on the roof? Lifting heavy tools? Carrying groceries? He’s secretly relieved he can share some of the workload with someone who’s equally capable.

Despite loving how strong you are, he’d still insist on protecting you in dangerous situations. “I don’t care if you could throw me across the yard. You’re not going into a fight alone.” His protective side never wavers, no matter how tough you are.

You’d absolutely have playful sparring matches that end with you pinning him down more often than not. He’d act annoyed, but the little smirk on his face says otherwise.

Darry would still be a solid, dependable man he’s always been, been when your around, he’d feel a bit more like he can lean on someone else for once.

Eventually, he’d stop seeing it as you being “stronger” or “taller” and just appreciate it as part of who you are. For Darry, it’s not about competing it’s about being a team, and together, you’re unstoppable.

Sodapop Curtis

Soda would be completely mesmerized the first time he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him. “Holy smokes! You could probably bench press me!” he’d say with that signature, goofy grin.

He’d constantly brag about you to everyone, especially to Steve. “Can you believe they carried me on there shoulders? I think I’m in love, man.” Steve would roll his eyes but secretly be impressed.

Soda would definitely test your strength in the silliest ways, like daring you to lift him or seeing if you could pick up both him and Pony at the same time. (Spoiler: You can, and he thinks it’s hilarious.)

He’d be so proud to have you on his arm. He wouldn’t feel emasculated at all instead, he’d hype you up every chance he gets. “Yeah, they’re taller than me. What about it? They’re perfect.”

He’d love how safe he feels around you, even if he doesn’t need protecting. “Guess I don’t have to worry about anyone messing with me when I’m with you, huh?” he’d say, leaning on you with a wink.

Soda would be all about play wrestling with you. He’d start off confident, thinking he could pin you, but it always ends with him on the ground, laughing and out of breath. “All right, you win again. But I almost had you that time!”

He’d call you fun nicknames like “Muscles” or “Amazon” in the most affectionate way possible, grinning ear to ear every time he says it.

Soda would love showing you off in public. He’d wrap an arm around your waist, look up at you with a smirk, and joke, “Don’t mind me, just hanging out with the strongest babe in Tulsa.”

Whenever the two of you were out and someone tried to mess with him, he’d step in front of you at first, protective as always. But if you handled it, he’d be impressed and clap you on the back afterward, saying, “Remind me not to get on your bad side!”

He’d love having you help out at the gas station, especially when it came to lifting heavy equipment or moving cars around. “I swear, you make me look bad in front of the customers, but I can’t even complain.”

Soda would cherish the way you balance your strength with kindness. He loves how you’re tough as nails but still sweet and gentle with him. “You’re like the perfect package, y’know that?” he’d say, pulling you into a tight hug.

At the end of the day, Soda wouldn’t care who was taller or stronger he’d just love you for being your amazing self.

Ponyboy Curtis

Ponyboy would be completely shocked when he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him. He’s not used to seeing girls who could outmatch him physically, and he’d probably just stare for a moment, trying to process it.

“You’re taller than Darry,” he’d blurt out one day, eyes wide. “And… stronger too?” The thought amazes him and leaves him slightly intimidated (in a good way).

At first, he might feel a little self conscious. He’s so used to Darry being the biggest and strongest figure in his life, and now you’ve completely shattered that idea. But over time, he’d come to admire it.•

Pony would constantly ask you questions about how you got so strong. “Do you work out every day? Is it natural? Could you teach me?” He’s genuinely curious and wants to understand how you do it.

If you helped him with anything physical, like carrying something heavy or defending him in a fight, he’d be equal parts grateful and embarrassed. “Thanks… but I could’ve handled it,” he’d mutter, even though he knows he couldn’t.

He’d secretly love watching you show off your strength. Whether it’s lifting something heavy or winning an arm-wrestling match against one of the gang, he’d always give you a small, proud smile

You pat pony’s head everytime you’re standing beside him. He hates it ( he lowkey loves it )

Soda and Two-Bit would tease him relentlessly. “Hey, Pony, better watch out, or there gonna be carrying you across town next,” twobit would joke. Pony would just roll his eyes and mutter, “Real funny, guys.”

He always loves looking at your legs. Just so long and tall. He eats it up.

If anyone ever made a rude comment about your height or strength, Pony would get so defensive. “You got a problem?” he’d snap, surprising everyone. He might not be as tough as Darry or Soda, but when it comes to you, he’s fiercely protective.

He’d find it comforting that you’re stronger than him because he knows you’ve got his back. When he feels vulnerable, you’re his rock both emotionally and physically.

Pony would be amazed at how effortlessly you balance your strength with gentleness. He loves how you’re strong enough to fight off trouble but still soft and tender when it comes to him.

Over time, he’d start seeing your height and strength as a part of what makes you unique. “You’re like a superhero,” he’d say with a grin. “And I’m the lucky one who gets to date you.”

Pony would eventually stop feeling self-conscious and embrace it, seeing your strength as just one of the many things that make you extraordinary. You’d inspire him to be stronger not just physically, but mentally too.

Johnny Cade

Johnny would be stunned when he first realizes you’re taller and stronger than him.

At first, he’d feel a little insecure. Johnny’s always struggled with feeling like he’s not enough, so having a strong and tall partner might make him worry he’s not pulling his weight. But you’d quickly reassure him that his kindness and heart mean more to you than physical strength ever could.

He’d secretly admire your strength. Whether it’s watching you lift heavy things or stand up for someone in trouble, he’d be in awe of how capable and confident you are. “I don’t know how you do it,” he’d say softly, eyes filled with admiration.

Johnny would feel safe around you, which is a big deal for him. For once, he wouldn’t feel like he has to constantly be on edge, knowing you’ve got his back.

If anyone ever tried to mess with him, he’d be surprised (and maybe a little relieved) when you step in and shut it down. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that,” he’d mumble, cheeks turning pink.

He’d be the type to quietly marvel at your height. “You’re taller than Darry,” he’d whisper one day, almost like he’s in disbelief. He’d grin when you ruffle his hair or lean down to kiss his forehead, secretly loving the affection.

Johnny would want to help you out whenever he could, even if he knew you didn’t need it. “I can carry that for you,” he’d offer, even if the thing you’re carrying weighs more than he does.

The gang would tease him about it in a good-natured way. “Hey, Johnnycake, how’s it feel having someone who could snap you like a twig?” Two-Bit would joke. Johnny would just roll his eyes, but he’d secretly agree that you’re incredibly strong.

He’d love your playful side. If you picked him up out of nowhere, he’d laugh nervously, “Okay, okay, put me down before someone sees!” But deep down, he’d find it sweet and endearing.

Johnny would admire how you balance your strength with compassion. He’d often say, “You’re tough, but you’ve got a big heart, too,” because he sees how much you care about others.

On days when he feels down, your strength would comfort him not just physically, but emotionally. He’d feel like nothing could hurt him as long as you were around.

Over time, Johnny would stop feeling insecure and start feeling proud. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he’d say shyly, his cheeks flushing red as he looked up at you with a small, grateful smile.

Being with you would inspire him to believe in himself more, and he’d treasure how safe, loved, and supported he feels with you by his side.

Dallas Winston

Dallas would be absolutely shocked the first time he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him. He’s not the type to be easily impressed, but you? You’d definitely leave him speechless for a second.

Dally would be obsessed with showing you off. He’s proud to have someone as unique and badass as you by his side.

He’d be intrigued by your strength, always testing you in playful ways. “Bet you can’t pin me down,” he’d taunt, knowing full well you’d have him on the ground in seconds. He’d laugh, grinning up at you like he didn’t just lose.

The gang would give him endless grief about it. Two-Bit would joke, “Guess Dally’s finally met his match.” Dallas would just shrug, smirking. “Better than any match you’ve ever had.”

He’d love how you weren’t intimidated by him. Most people are either scared of or wary around Dally, but you’re not. You stand tall (literally and figuratively) and meet him head-on, which only makes him fall harder for you.

Dally would tease you about your height constantly. “What’s the weather like up there, huh?” But if anyone else dared to say something about it, he’d have them regretting it in seconds.

Despite his tough exterior, Dally would have moments of vulnerability around you. He’d let you see the softer side of him, knowing you could handle anything he threw your way.

He’d constantly hype you up, whether it’s in fights, around the gang, or just the two of you. “You’re a badass,” he’d say, his voice full of admiration. “And you’re mine.”

Dallas would adore how you balance strength with compassion. You’re tough as nails when you need to be, but you also know how to soften his rough edges, and that’s something he never thought he’d find.

With you by his side, Dally would feel unstoppable. You’d be his partner in crime, the one person he could count on, and he’d wear that cocky smirk every time he looked at you proud to have someone who’s just as wild and fearless as he is.

Steve Randle

Steve would be floored when he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him. He’d blink a few times and then break into a grin, his first words being, “Well, damn. Didn’t think anyone could outdo me.”

He’d immediately turn it into a competition. “Bet you can’t beat me at arm wrestling,” he’d challenge, only to groan when you slam his hand down in seconds. “Okay, okay, maybe you’re stronger. But I’m faster!”

He’d constantly test your strength with random dares, like asking you to lift heavy car parts at the gas station or challenging you to a pull-up contest. When you always win, he’d just laugh it off, secretly impressed.

Steve would jokingly call you nicknames like “Big Shot” or “Muscles,” always with a teasing grin. “Careful, Muscles. You’re making the rest of us look bad.”

Soda would tease him endlessly about dating someone taller and stronger. “So, Steve, who’s the real tough one in your relationship?” Steve would roll his eyes but smirk. “Don’t be jealous, Soda.”

If you ever stepped in to defend him during a fight, he’d be torn between being grateful and slightly annoyed. “I had that handled,” he’d say, wiping blood from his lip, even though you clearly saved the day.

Steve would love the playful banter that comes with your height difference. If you leaned on him or ruffled his hair, he’d smirk and say, “ fix my hair while your up there.”

He’d brag about you constantly, especially at the DX. “See my baby ? They could bench press half the guys in Tulsa. Pretty cool, huh?”

You’d be the one person who could knock Steve down a peg when his cockiness got the better of him. He’d secretly love it when you challenged him, even if he’d never admit it out loud.

Steve would adore how you’re both tough and tender. He’d constantly tell you, “You’re one of a kind,” with that cocky grin that hides just how much he truly means it.

Two-bit Mathews

Two-Bit would immediately find your height and strength hilarious and fascinating. The moment he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him, he’d grin and say something like, “Well, I guess I finally found someone who can keep me in line.”

He’d turn it into a running joke, constantly asking you to carry him places. “C’mon, just throw me over your shoulder! I bet it’ll be hilarious!” And, of course, you’d eventually humor him, which he’d absolutely brag about to everyone.

Two-Bit would give you the most ridiculous nicknames, like “ long legs” and he’d call you those in the loudest voice possible just to make you laugh.

He’d tease you nonstop, saying things like, “Don’t go breaking any doors when you open them,” or “Be careful, you might crush me with one hug.” But it’s all in good fun, and he’d never let anyone else say a word against you.

Two-Bit would love showing you off to the gang. “Check this out,” he’d say, dragging you into a room. “There taller than me and could probably throw me across the yard.” He’d then challenge you to silly strength contests to prove his point.

He’d be thrilled if you joined in on his playful antics. Whether it’s joking around or roughhousing with the gang, he’d love how you’re always up for a good time.

He’d constantly ask you to help him prank the gang. “C’mon, Soda won’t expect you to lift him like a sack of potatoes. It’ll be hilarious!” He’d crack up every time you agreed.

He’d be surprisingly sweet about it sometimes, too. If you ever felt self-conscious about your height or strength, Two-Bit would immediately shut that down with a grin. “Are you kidding? You’re the coolest person I know. And trust me, your hot with them long legs. “

• Two-Bit would find excuses to stand on things just so he could be taller than you for a second. “Finally! Now I’m the tall one!” he’d say, puffing out his chest before breaking into laughter.

Two-Bit would tell you all the time how amazing you are, even if he wraps it in jokes. “You’re strong, tall, and gorgeous. What more could a guy like me ask for?”

Tim Shepard

Tim would be impressed when he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him, though he’d never show it outright. Instead, he’d smirk and say something cocky like, “Guess I finally found someone who might be able to keep up with me.”

He’d see your strength as a challenge and would immediately want to test it. “You think you’re stronger than me? Prove it,” he’d say, holding out his arm for an arm-wrestling match. When you win, he’d shake his head with a grin. “Lucky shot.”

Tim would respect your height and strength in a way only someone like him could. “Not bad,” he’d say after watching you handle a fight or carry something heavy. Coming from Tim, that’s basically the highest compliment.

He’d secretly love that you could hold your own, especially in a gang as rough as his. “I don’t have to worry about you getting in trouble,” he’d say, his tone half-teasing but also full of pride.

Tim wouldn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you. If anyone made a comment about your height or strength, they’d have him to deal with before you could even step in. Just a cold look from him and anyone would stop.

He’d love how you balance your toughness with loyalty. To Tim, loyalty is everything, and seeing that you’re not only strong but also have his back would mean the world to him.

The gang would constantly joke about it. “Hey, Tim, think she’s gonna take over the gang next?” one of the guys would say. Tim would smirk and reply, “Maybe. They’d probably do a better job than half of you clowns.”

He’d tease you sometimes, though it’s always affectionate. “Don’t get a big head just ’cause you’re taller than me,” he’d say with a sly grin.

Tim would love your no-nonsense attitude. If you stood up to him or put him in his place, he’d act annoyed but secretly respect the hell out of you for it. “You don’t take crap from anyone, huh? I like that.”

He’d love sparring with you, using it as an excuse to get close. “C’mon, show me what you’ve got,” he’d say, throwing a punch he knows you can dodge. Even if you best him, he’d never admit it. “I let you win,” he’d grumble, but his smirk would give him away.

•Tim would be insanely proud to have you by his side. He wouldn’t say it outright, but the way he looks at you when you’re holding your own in a fight or handling a tough situation would say it all.

If you ever felt self-conscious about your height or strength, Tim would shut it down immediately. “You’re the toughest, strongest person I know. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.”

Tim Shepard doesn’t give his heart easily, but he’d know that being with you means having someone just as tough, loyal, and fearless as he is and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Curly Shepard

Curly would be shocked at first when he realizes you’re taller and stronger than him. He’d just stand there with his mouth slightly open, before blurting out something like, “No way. No freaking way.”

His cocky nature would kick in almost immediately. “You think you’re stronger than me? Prove it,” ( you proved it ) he was butt hurt for a week

He’d never stop teasing you about your height, but it’s always affectionate. “Careful, Stretch, don’t hit your head on the doorframe,” he’d say with a smirk.

Curly would love having someone who could hold their own, especially in fights. If you ever stepped in during a brawl, he’d let you take over, grinning from the sidelines. “That’s my doll!” he’d yell, absolutely loving the chaos.

He’d joke about how you’re the real muscle in the relationship. “Tim thinks he’s the tough one, but wait till he sees you,” he’d say with a laugh, secretly proud to have you by his side.

He wants to feel more stronger a lot of the time. One time you were unpacking some things and he still wanted to unpack the most heavy boxes. You’d say“ baby you sure you go- “ “ lemme pick up the damn box. I’m still your man.”

The Shepard gang would tease him relentlessly about dating someone taller and stronger, but Curly would brush it off. “Jealous much?” he’d say, throwing his arm around you.

He’d find your strength downright impressive, even if he’d never outright admit it. “You’re alright,” he’d say casually, but the way he looks at you says he thinks you’re more than that.

Curly would constantly hype you up in front of the gang. “My babydoll could probably take all of us in a fight,” he’d joke, though he’s half-serious.

If anyone ever made a rude comment about your height or strength, Curly would immediately jump in. “You got a problem with them? Say it to my face,” he’d growl, his protective side kicking in.

He’d love playfully sparring with you, though he’d never admit how often you win. “You got lucky,” he’d grumble after you pin him, but he’d secretly be grinning.

Curly would adore how you balance being tough with being sweet. He’d never say it out loud, but he’d love how you’re not afraid to show your softer side especially with him.

Deep down, Curly would admire you more than anyone else, and though he’d keep up his tough exterior, you’d be the one person he lets in, knowing you’ve got his back no matter what.

[shalscumbunny]

Shalnark reacting to his S/O calling him for the first time by an affectionate nickname

Summary: Shalnark getting horny for a minimal action of yours because he loves you, wants you and needs you like the air, yes

Pairing: Shalnark X GN.Reader (I tried to do it as less explicit in genitals so that it was GN)

Warnings: Sex, Shalnark being a hormonal who just wants to leave you full of his seed and without walking for several days

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Reader”

Sites: AO3

I will say that this situation can occur in our much loved toxic environment with Shalnark where we are kidnapped and only resign ourselves to spend the rest of our existence with him or in a healthy tender relationship, you choose.

You and Shalnark were having quality time on the sofa, quietly watching a series on television until the beeping of the washing machine indicated that the clothes were ready.

"Not me" Shalnark said, drinking his soda while he held you by the waist.

"Oh, you go..." You said leaning on his chest

"No" He mockingly denied you

“Shal… Please” You said with puppy eyes

You were startled when Shalnark suddenly sat up in the sofa, grabbing your shoulders and staring into your eyes.

“Oh! What's happening?” You asked alarmed

“What did you call me!?” He asked shaking you.

A blush covered your face when you met his intense gaze and realized that it was the first time you called him by a nickname.

"What do I call you?" You asked nervously looking away embarrassed “Do you mean Shal?”

Shalnark's breath hitched as he heard your sweet lips call him that cute nickname again, as his heart raced and his cheeks flushed red.

"Well... I don't know... we've been together for a while and Shal is a cute nickname" You tried to justify yourself embarrassed

You were so into it that you didn't notice Shalnark's body and thighs tense and his eyes widen more with each second that he saw and heard you.

"Not bad, right?" You asked hesitatingly and playing with your thumbs and then you looked up at him with a smile “Can I nickname you Shal?”

Shalnark's breath caught momentarily seeing you smile so sweetly and innocently and call him by that nickname again, soon he felt his blood rise from him and his cock harden hearing you.

Before you could react Shalnark had already taken you in his arms, he carried you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed starting to take off his shirt.

Your look of surprise, embarrassment and bewilderment made him bite his lip as he managed to get much more aroused and there was no escape for you, you both knew it.

It was a matter of time before you were under Shalnark, with your face buried in the pillow, whining and moaning over stimulated as Shalnark had a tight grip on your hips thrusting hard and fast while biting into your neck and shoulders leaving purple marks and small wounds.

“Come on Y/n…” He ordered between moans and growls in your ear “Call me Shal again”

“S-Shal…” You called him between whimpers and moans while your saliva wet the pillow “Too much… It's too much…!”

Even Shalnark's own body told him it was too much, but he couldn't control himself and he wasn't thinking of stopping anytime soon, when that nickname left your beautiful lips, it was impossible for him not to lift your hips higher and start thrusting into you with much more force at the same time, while groaning and gasping with pleasure.

"Again... please... I need to fill you... just one or two more times" He asked excitedly, his face flushed and his nails digging into your hips

“S-Shal!” You whimpered at the continued increase in strength and speed, you moaning and shivering under him.

“That... that... I'm your Shal... Damn... never stop calling me that” He said, biting your shoulder strongly possessively “You're mine... mine... damn mine”

The most correct thing was to assume that it was impossible for you to escape and that Shalnark did not stop until his body was unable to continue and when he finished, he could only breathe agitated, watching proud to see your entrance dripping with his seed, hugging your trembling body, with an innocent smile, not caring that tomorrow you probably won't be able to walk properly.

Thank you so much for reading my shit 🖤

[ravenssilver]

Hey can we get some Mountain Dew cuddles? Maybe Dew had a rough day and just needs cuddles from the big man?

hnnnghfbfb… mountaindew:(

900 words of dew having a rough time and mountain knowing him well enough to see past his anger

i didn’t really get too into the bad day, so this is mainly comfort with a bit of snappy dew at the beginning. no cws :)

under the cut, if you please<3

Dew hated laundry duty. Hated it.

There was a constant flow of dirty clothes, someone in the ministry was a dirty freak and had clothes that were literally solid as a rock, and he wasn’t allowed to leave until all the clothes for the day were cleaned.

The Brother of Sin that was helping him was doing the exact opposite of helping. He had no idea how to do laundry, used hot water with non color separated clothes, and apparently had no idea what a dryer sheet was.

Dew eventually snapped and kicked the Brother out of the laundry room, making a very angry mental note to complain about him to Copia.

Though, even with the Brother being stupid, clothes were still getting cleaned while he was around, and now that he wasn’t, Dew was sure to be working for a lot later.

And then the laundry cleaner bottle exploded on him.

A towel may have been caught on fire…

When everyone saw Dew grumbling up a storm as he entered the common room hours after they had, they knew that he hadn’t had a good day.

“Dew! We made pasta! Do you want some?” Aurora asked, hoping to cheer the fire ghoul up.

Now, if it were anyone else, Dew would’ve snapped even after such a nice and tentative question, but this was Aurora, so he knew he couldn’t.

“No.” Dew said, albeit shortly. He then walked down the hall to his room, his tail thrashing and making clear he was pissed as hell.

Aurora looked back at the pack, getting head-shakes from the ghouls who had known Dew the longest.

“Honeydew,” Mountain spoke softly, his knuckles gently rapping on Dew’s door. “Are you alright?” Mountain asked quietly, hearing Dew grumble in response. Mountain smiled softly, expecting that response.

“May I come in?” Mountain asked, taking his hands away from the door. It was quiet for a moment before Mountain heard Dew drag himself out of bed and come over to the door, opening it and glaring up at the taller ghoul.

“You’re tired..” Mountain spoke, his voice gentle. Dew scoffed, upset that the tall ghoul could read him so well. “What about it?” Dew sneered, not in the mood to entertain anyone at the moment.

“I could make some tea. I have lavender in the kitchen, so it will help you sleep.” Mountain offered. “I don’t want your remedies,” Dew scoffed yet again, Mountain growing amused by the constant sound leaving the fire ghoul.

It was like he was trying to puff out smoke.

“That’s alright.” Mountain nodded. “What do you need?” Mountain asked.

Dew opened his mouth, definitely going to say something snappy. Though, he knew Mountain didn’t deserve that, and that he was safe with the bigger ghoul.

“A Mountain-Dew night…” Dew mumbled, glancing around before looking back at Mountain.

A Mountain-Dew night was a night where Mountain and Dew holed up in Mountain’s room, Mountain with some tea, and Dew with Mountain Dew soda. It was affectionately named by Swiss, though none of the pack really knew what happened on Mountain-Dew nights behind the earth ghoul’s door.

Everyone knew it was chaste and loving, but other than that they had not a clue.

Well, except Rain. But he could keep a secret like nobody else.

The earth ghoul smiled and nodded. “Do you want me to go get your soda?” Mountain asked. Dew shook his head, lacing his fingers with Mountain’s and walking to the bigger ghoul’s room.

Though, Dew halted and turned to the kitchen instead. Mountain laughed and gently pulled Dew back, shaking his head.

“I’ve had my tea for the day, Droplet. It seems tonight is a drink-less night,” Mountain smiled, pressing a kiss to Dew’s forehead and walking with him to his plant-filled room.

Dew remained silent, as he usually did during Mountain-Dew nights. Mountain didn’t mind, of course. He loved Dewdrop, both when he was silent and when he was loud.

Plus, Mountain would be a bit of a hypocrite to shun someone for being quiet.

Mountain led Dew into his room, allowing the small ghoul to raid his closet for his much bigger clothes. Once Dew returned in a sweater he looked like he was swimming in, he saw Mountain setting up a nest on his bed with soft blankets and pillows. An essential oil steamer was going, wafts of petrichor filling his nose.

“Rainy?” Dew asked, looking around. Mountain shook his head. “He promised Aeon that he’d stay in his room this week. I figured I’d get the next best thing since he can’t join us tonight.” Mountain spoke, his voice gentle as he did so.

Dew nodded and shuffling over, climbing into Mountain’s bed and helping him finish up the nest.

Mountain let Dew set up his side how he wanted, knowing not to interfere with the fire ghoul and his habits that helped him feel comfortable.

It wasn’t long before Dew was settled, his head nuzzled into the pillow Mountain used as he waited for the bigger ghoul to lay down.

As soon as the earth ghoul was settled, Dew draped himself over the bigger ghoul, purring as he heard Mountain’s steady heartbeat.

“Jane Austen?” Mountain asked, his voice almost silent. Dew nodded, his purring loud enough for Mountain to hear, but not obnoxious. Mountain picked up Pride and Prejudice, flipping to the page they left off at during the last Mountain-Dew night.

Mountain began to read, Dew’s purrs leveling out into a steady flow of utter content.

[squeezysreservoirofcookies]

the plutonians would prolly feel like those flocked teddy bears and their spikes are made of hard cartilage (think like ur nose). like if you went up and petted emory that's what that experience would feel like. if you held either of their tentacle-y hands it would just be exactly like that: a tentacle holding ur hand

the mooninites on the other hand would feel like a thick slab of somehow sentient acrylic. shiny, hard, and if youre strong enough to try to bend either of them they wont snap they'll just instantly restraighten and rightfully blast ur ass. if you held their hand its like holding a plastic stick.

frylock and shake would feel like the typical shiny and sleek cardboard packaging you'd get from ur fast food order (no shit) but their skin(?) is as thick as human skin. although whenever shake is dehydrated/mustier than usual he feels more like a styrofoam soda/shake cup. i imagine holding hands w frylock would obvi feel like a giant, freshly made and salty french fry but the salt particles act like that one cursed powerpuff girl pic w their nubs acting like a thousand hands. shake's hand would obvi feel rubbery bc of the dishwashing gloves but he has that fuckin steel iron hand grip (thats why when he throws shit it explodes...nothing can handle the force). if he had arms he would be just as strong of a hugger but thats only when he's actually feeling affectionate

if you've ever handled ground meat then yea thats p much meatwad, and its also the same when it comes to holding his hand, but if you pick him up he's not only covered in the blood juice sludge you'd expect from ground meat, but he has this solid heavy orb feel to him, almost black hole like.

[remyfire]

29 (a kiss to the back of the hand) or 18 (a kiss while laughing) for hawkeye/bj?

This was more fun than it had any right to be :D Thank you for the prompt, anon!! You get both kisses~ It's 2k, oops. I'm still very bad at making these short. Kiss Roulette [AO3 crosspost]

When Hawkeye comes back from taking a leak, practically swimming through the smokiness of the bar, BJ's still there, sipping his beer, staring right where he was when Hawk left. Hawkeye huffs with a crooked smile and shakes his head. Come to California, he said. Get some fresh air, he said. We'll have mindless wild hot sex every night and twice on Sundays with a matinee, he said—well, maybe not quite that, but close enough—and yet even after a year out here with him, BJ's goat is still just as easy to get.

Hawk almost bumps into a couple of college kids with their hands in each other's back pockets. "'Scuse me, fellas." Has to turn sideways to squeeze between two broad, muscular guys who are both somehow half a foot taller than him. "Pardon me..." And by the time he's back at BJ's side, he still hasn't looked away.

"You're not really thinking about it, are you?" Hawkeye asks by way of greeting.

Immediately BJ wraps his arm around Hawk's waist and pulls him flush to his side, then keeps a claiming hand on his hip. "About what?" He casually takes another sip.

"About Blondie over there in the red flannel." When he gets no response, he grabs BJ by the chin and rotates him so they're nose to nose. "Hey."

They lock eyes. BJ's face is perfectly calm but there's a tiny blue flame flickering in his gaze. "He's a dick."

Hawkeye's brows spring upward. "Beej, he hit on me, that's all. What's the big deal? Have you noticed where we are?"

"Yeah, he hit on you even after I kissed you right in front of him." BJ's voice tightens.

Hawkeye stares at him for a moment in silence before he sweeps his arm to the three men currently occupying a table in the back corner, two with their tongues down each other's throats, the other holding one of their hands over the table. "Again, have you noticed? Where we are?"

"Forget it."

Before Beej can turn his head, Hawk catches him again, resting their foreheads together. "Beej, the only thing I'd ever do with that guy is tie him to a chair and make him watch how good you give it to me with your giant horse cock. I could not be less interested in anybody but you. What're you worried about?"

BJ still seems a bit distracted by the chair-tying idea. Well, it wouldn't be the first time Hawkeye awoke something within him. Finally BJ takes a deep breath and bumps their noses together affectionately before pulling back, and this time Hawk lets him. "You wanna know what I've really been thinking about while you were gone?"

"Absolutely." Hawk leans his head against BJ's while finding Blondie near the back of the bar.

"I'm thinking about taking him up on that bet," BJ murmurs.

"You serious? Betting on a pool game?"

BJ shrugs. His fingers wander up and down Hawk's spine in the way they often do when he's plotting, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Focus, Hawk, you can fuck him at home. "What're you gonna do that for? You could be sitting right here with me in your lap, but you wanna go over there and show off your machismo for cash we don't need?" It's a perfect excuse for him to grope BJ's ass. God, he looks good in these fucking pants. "Unless you're trying to tell me you left your wallet at home or something, and if so, I'm very interested in hearing all the dirty details of how you were planning on paying our tab."

"Spending money." He says it so casually that Hawkeye blinks at him. Beej glances his way for only a second. "For when we go to New York next week."

Amusement bursts in Hawk's chest like endless soda bubbles. "You wanna put our vacation money on the table on the slim chance that this guy isn't getting you steamed up so he can hustle you?"

"I could beat him," BJ mutters, voice stung.

Ah, his pride. It's not as easily bruised as it used to be but in moments like this when BJ can fully relax, put his hands all over Hawk if he wants, dance with him at the jukebox in front of everyone, it can open the door to his old hypercompetitive nature. Hawkeye keeps waiting for BJ to figure out that the best way to work all that tension off is simply bending him over the kitchen table and railing him until Hawk loses his voice from moaning like a bitch in heat, but they don't appear to be quite there yet. One day.

"I know you can." Hawk catches Beej's earlobe between his teeth and waits for the rough hum to bubble out of his lover's throat before he puts his arms around his neck and slowly rotates BJ to face him. "You are the cleverest, strongest, sexiest, brilliantest person I know. You've got a great eye." He waggles his eyebrows, smirking. "Amazingly talented hands." And though he can see BJ's still trying to pout, his cheeks are a lovely pink and his gaze has softened. "Okay, you know what? Do it, babe. Go kick his ass. We're gonna treat Sidney to a hell of a meal while we're up there."

BJ's lips twitch. He tries to hide it with that mustache of his, but unfortunately for him, Hawkeye knows his face better than his own now. "Well, if you're gonna insist like that..."

"However..." Hawkeye slides his fingers into Beej's silky hair, giving his scalp a tiny and affectionate scratch. "Just keep in mind that if you lose...I'm not blowing you for a week."

BJ whips his head up, brows rising. He flicks his gaze back and forth between Hawk's eyes like trying to guarantee his sincerity, but Hawk simply watches him with a coy smile, batting his lashes. "And what do I get if I win?"

Tingles ripple through Hawkeye. "I'll take you up to Lovers' Lane...and I'll ride you in the back seat."

Instantly BJ is more alert. "In my—"

"In your varsity jacket," Hawk agrees, nodding.

Beej opens his mouth, closes it, then speaks through what sounds like a strangled throat. "You said you thought you were gonna hit your head on the ceiling."

And he probably still will. He considers a helmet. Maybe just a little one. Something flat like a cushioned trash can lid. But for now, he shrugs, innocently wide-eyed. "What, you don't think your girl's flexible enough for you, Mr. Jock?"

In this moment, Hawkeye knows that he has guaranteed one of two options. The first is that BJ is fueled by passion and takes the win with ease. The second is that he'll be too hard to so much as focus.

It'll probably be fine.

"C'mon, Sir Beej," Hawk teases. "Do it for my honor or something, huh?"

BJ purses his lips and narrows his eyes in thought. Then he downs the rest of his beer and starts to step away. But at the last moment before he's out of reach, he catches Hawkeye's hand behind him. He sweeps into a low bow, then lifts Hawk's fingers to his lips and leaves a warm kiss on his knuckles that sears Hawk straight through like it's their first. "As you command, Princess."

Because he's a bastard, BJ saunters away with a certain spring in his step that has Hawk staring at his legs and chewing on his bottom lip, trying not to groan. Okay, well, he probably deserves the pain in the front of his trousers now too, that's completely fair. He keeps BJ in his sights at first, how he's smiling and laughing with Blondie—but Blondie's not familiar with how Beej's eyes glimmer in a very specific way when he's biting at the bit. That too is impossibly hot.

Hawkeye tells himself that he stays at the counter because if he goes anywhere near that pool table, BJ's gonna clock how hard he is and get too distracted to play well. But really if he's being honest, Hawk can admit it's because the view of BJ potentially leaning to take a difficult shot is way easier to see from here. Every time a couple or more block his view, Hawk's attention floats from the game to people watching to idly chatting with the bartender when he comes over to pour Hawkeye another beer. With the constant visual interruptions, it's hard to track how everything's going just from the placement of the balls on the felt, especially when both men are grinning, joking around with one another, just a little too steely-eyed—reading them isn't gonna help a bit.

He's in the middle of a full plot synopsis for My Fair Lady—Cockney demonstrations included—when a hand slaps down so hard on the bar next to him that he jumps away. "What the hell're you—" But then the hand lifts, revealing a truly impressive fat stack of cash, and Hawk gapes at it for a second before looking up at Beej.

There is a certain kind of smugness that BJ will wear where he's practically whistling everywhere he walks. It's in him now, the upturned lips, the way he cocks out his hip to an overdramatic degree as he leans into the counter, how fluidly his hands move when he folds up the money and puts it in his wallet for safe keeping, leaving a few more bills than he usually might on the bar.

Hawkeye glances over his shoulder but Blondie's nowhere to be seen. He elbows Beej and leans in close. "How'd it go? How bad was it? Did you have a hard time?"

BJ puts his arm around Hawk's waist. "He sunk two whole balls."

"You're kidding," Hawk breathes. BJ shakes his head. "How'd that happen? What the hell was he doing betting in the first place if he knew he was shit?"

"Oh, he wasn't shit. I told him that if he won, you were gonna suck him off in the alley after."

Hawkeye gasps, jaw dropping. "You did not," he breathes in delight.

"Sure did."

"What were you gonna do if you lost, then?"

The smugness floats to the surface once more as BJ cuts a glance toward Hawkeye, then rests his warm finger on his trachea. "I wasn't gonna lose. I told him aaaaall about how well you've trained your throat. He almost broke the cue in half from squeezing it so hard."

For a long moment Hawkeye simply gapes at him, trying to figure out where that fresh-faced, bright-eyed kid he met at an air base in Kimpo went if this naughty little jackass is left in his place. Fuck, why is it so hot when Beej struts his stuff like this? When the cockiness rolls off of him in waves? Suddenly Hawk starts chuckling, thick and low, and he cups the back of BJ's head and pulls him in to kiss him languidly, then hums out another laugh against his lips when he feels BJ digging his hands into Hawk's hips and ass like he's about to rip his pants off and fuck him right here. "You know what I've got in the car?"

BJ shakes his head, trying to catch his mouth again.

Hawk bobs around so he can put his lips to BJ's ear. "I'm gonna sit in the back seat while you drive us home. And I'm gonna take my pants off. And I'm gonna get myself ready for you. And you're gonna keep your eyes on the road and not get distracted because you know the sooner you get us there, the sooner you get to fuck me on the goddamn living room floor."

There are three seconds of silence while BJ processes this. And then he all but drags a cackling Hawkeye out of the bar.

[seraphicsage]

Zekina - road trip!

A/n thank you!! My forever saviour 🫶🫶 guys do you have supermarkets in the usa?? My lovely gf decided that Tina is a cream soda girl so that is included. I have never been on a proper road trip so it’s not long as I didn’t really include the… actual roadtrip 😬

Not proofread! But enjoy

Zeke finishes off packing the truck with all the essentials, ensuring there is more than enough snacks and drinks for the journey so there’s no chance of anyone being thirsty or hungry. He packs an assortment of everything: various sweets, crisps in all of Tina’s favourite flavours, water (loads of water), juice, cream soda, everything a girl could dream of. He packed blankets, a travel cushion, he set up the radio so Tina can connect her phone and play whatever music she likes. It should be everything, but he can’t help this nagging feeling he’s forgetting something.

Just as he’s stood by the truck with his hands placed firmly on his hips, thinking hard about what it could be, Tina walks round next to him, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek and practically shoving a flask of coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich covered in saran wrap into his hands. Ah, that was it. A bright smile fills his face as he looks at Tina, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pulling her tight. “Need anything else babe?”

She shakes her head teasingly and looks up at him affectionately “Zeke, I love you,” he practically melts from the words alone, “but this is more than enough, you packed practically the entire aisle of a supermarket!” He chuckles and brings his arm back to rub at the back of his neck.

“I know T-bird, just didn’t want to risk forgetting anything or you wanting something we don’t have, or-” Tina cuts him off with another kiss to his cheek.

“It’s perfect, and I will be making sure you eat more than that sandwich before we stop for food. And that you drink more than just coffee.” She calls as she walks round to her seat in the truck. He practically bounces to the drivers seat after making sure their door’s been locked, and makes sure Tina is completely set up and comfortable before driving off, excited for his first ever road trip with the absolute love of his life.

[rosolind]

i wrote another glitch fic……… watcher au my beloved <33

Ratrick tapped his fingers on the edge of the Monopoly board. He’d insisted they play this game—his idea of “bonding.” Really, he just needed the inevitable chaos to soak up the negativity. Not his fault players got salty over little plastic houses.

“I’ll be the dog,” Cave announced, grinning as he slid the silver token onto the board. His other hand balanced an empty soda can on his head. “Dogs are lucky.”

“No, they aren’t,” Finiahn countered, reaching for the top hat. “And anyway, I’ll win because my aura is perfect.”

“Can we play without calling everything your aura?” Ratrick muttered, already annoyed. He floated a little off his chair, leaning forward. His voice carried that faint hum of Watcher energy, but he tried to keep the influence in check. If he accidentally made Cave hand over all his property again, Finiahn would never let him hear the end of it.

Poot, silent as always, grabbed the wheelbarrow without a word. He was always the wheelbarrow, even though no one understood why.

“Poot, you have no personality,” Finiahn teased, setting the board up properly.

“Yeah, it’s like you’re the NPC of the group,” Cave added, shaking his head sadly. The soda can toppled off his head and clattered to the floor.

Poot just shrugged. “I like being the wheelbarrow.”

They started the game, and it didn’t take long for Ratrick’s usual antics to kick in.

“Wait—how do you already have Boardwalk?” Finiahn asked, narrowing his eyes. “I just shuffled those cards!”

“Watcher powers,” Ratrick said smoothly, adding a hotel to the space with a sly grin.

“You’re cheating,” Poot mumbled.

“Yeah, but like… stylishly,” Cave said, watching Ratrick with mild admiration.

Ratrick didn’t even bother denying it. “It’s not cheating if you’re bad enough to let me get away with it.” He spun the dice, rolling a perfect twelve. Again.

Finiahn scowled. “You know, this is why you lost to me. You couldn’t even win fair and square when it mattered.”

That stung. Ratrick felt a flicker of annoyance rise, and before he could stop it, the room shifted. Cave, halfway through a handful of popcorn, froze. “I think… I think I’ll sell Ratrick my railroads,” he said dreamily, already grabbing the cards.

“What?!” Finiahn yelled. “Don’t—Cave, no!”

Ratrick groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Stop! I didn’t mean to—don’t give me your railroads!”

Cave blinked, his grin returning. “Oh. Never mind, then. That was weird.”

Finiahn’s glare could have melted the board. “Stop doing that, Ratrick.”

“I said I didn’t mean to!” Ratrick snapped, his voice sparking with that Watcher hum again.

“It’s fine,” Poot said quietly, landing on one of Ratrick’s properties. He sighed. “How much is the rent?”

“Fourteen hundred,” Ratrick said casually.

“That’s robbery,” Finiahn muttered.

“You’re just jealous you’re losing,” Ratrick shot back, smirking.

The game dragged on. Finiahn became increasingly competitive, practically sweating as he tried to outmaneuver Ratrick. Cave had built a small fortress out of Community Chest cards and dice, only half paying attention. Poot somehow ended up bankrupt after landing on Boardwalk twice but stayed at the table anyway.

By the end, Ratrick sat smugly behind a wall of hotels and fake money. “Well, looks like I win,” he announced.

Finiahn leaned back with a groan, rubbing his temples. “I’m never playing this with you again.”

“Because you lost?” Ratrick asked, grinning wickedly.

“No, because you ruin everything with your Watcher cheating.”

“I had fun,” Cave said, carefully balancing his soda can on Poot’s head now.

“I didn’t,” Poot mumbled.

“Yes, you did,” Ratrick said lightly, nudging the air just enough to make Poot nod in agreement.

“…I hate you all,” Poot said, monotone but somehow affectionate.

The group dissolved into laughter, the tension of the game forgotten. Ratrick leaned back in his chair, letting the negativity seep away. Maybe they wouldn’t notice if he made them play again next week.

[seth-shitposts]

Defectors AU Bits - Alcohol

Morad & Tseebo: *drinking alcohol and laughing and becoming very animated as they talk*

Ezra(11), to Kallus: what are they drinking?

Kallus: Alcohol.

Ezra: what's that?

Kallus: it taste like paint thinner and stops you from thinking clearly. It also affects your sense of stability. *grabs the back of Tseebo's shirt, pulling him toward him instead of letting him slide off the counter* and can very easily make you lose your balance. And if you drink too much, it can make you very sick.

Ezra: then why are they drinking it??? Why are they laughing????

Kallus: *contently giving stability to Tseebo, who is very comfortable where hes at as he continues to joke with Morad* it's like candy for adults. If you mix it with specific drinks, it tastes better. As long as you don't drink more than a few drinks, you'll probably be fine. But not until you're twenty. At least.

Ezra: why? Why can't I drink the candy?

Kallus: because it's not candy. I said it's *like* candy. Only adults can drink it, and even then there are some adults that still shouldn't be allowed to drink it because they can't do so responsibly. And it can damage your development. It's a rule that changes a little bit depending on where in the galaxy you are, and even on some planets it will depend on what area you're in, but the general rule of thumb is you have to be at least 20 or 21 to start drinking. If you start now, it will damage you.

Ezra: will I stay small?????

Kallus: honestly? Maybe. I don't know everything about alcohol so I'm not certain one way or the other on it stunting your growth further, but it's definitely possible.

Ezra: .... you said the rules vary from place to place. What's the rule for lothal?

Kallus: 18.

Ezra: can I start at 18???

Kallus: if you're asking me, my answer is no. But ultimately, that will be up to your parents. They may let you start then.

Ezra: oh... okay.... :(

Kallus: if you're still leaving it up to me, you can try your first drink at 18. You just can't start having it in any amount of frequency until 20.

Ezra: really? :D

Kallus, grinning softly: Yes. But only if you follow the rules of alcohol. It has a lot more rules than candy. I can go over all of them with you so you'll know how to drink safely and responsibly.

Ezra: can you tell them to me now???

Kallus: sure. Never too early to start learning safety.

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Ezra, 16, with the crew as everyone is celebrating a victory: hey Kanan, can you pour me a soda instead?

Kanan, pausing entirely because he though Ezra was surely going to start badgering about alcohol: Yeah...

Kanan, who still can't let it go because that seems very random to him: why?

Ezra: because I want some????

Kanan: yea, yeah, nothing wrong with that either! I'm just... confused. I thought... you know what never-

Ezra: oh! Thats because I had promised someone I, uh, wouldn't. Not until I'm 18...

Kanan, giving Ezra’s shoulder a bump: they sound like a very responsible person and they're right. *is giving Ezra the 'dad: I'm proud of you eyes'*

Ezra, rolling his own but still smiling despite himself: yeah, they are... *happily clinks his cup to Kanan’s glass*

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Ezra, still 17 but when Kallus has joined the rebellion, talking to Rex and Zeb, finding it funny to make them laugh while they're three sheets to the wind, shaking a tube of very small, round chocolates: wanna watxh me take a shot?

Kallus, hearing Ezra from across the room room and his Older Sibling Reflex tripping: Ezra Bridg-

Ezra: *already taking the shot of candy and turning to face Kallus as he does*

Kallus, not knowing whether to laugh or face palm: *flatly* Honestly, what was I expecting?

Ezra, grinning as he pokes at Kallus: what? You thought when I became a rebel that I threw everything you told me out the window and became a miscreant?

Kallus: obviously so. *affectionely* Rebel scum.

Ezra, laughing as he playfully wrestles with Kallus

[howlingdemon13]

I want to shake Grant like a can of soda (affectionate).

He’s such a unique blorbo because 90% of his personality is just my headcanons because the video game company that owns him hates him for some reason. ;-;