#the answer is obviously no cause they don’t care two shits for all the things you said

[persephoneflouwers]

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[toxycodone]

i want swansea to finger me. i ❤️ fat men

ship. swansea x reader

content. fingering, reader is gender neutral but they do kinda ride his face

Jesus Christ.

Swansea’s had enough of this. Pony Express in general has always been on his ass, making him scoff and roll his eyes at every idiotic new rule or exception they make with hauls. But this one really takes the cake.

Having his fellow crewmate spread eagle on his work bench is fucking ridiculous.

Why do they keep hiring young people? He supposes it’s because they’re cheap, and this company’s the most penny pinching business in the game. But the costs surely outweigh the benefits.

They’re stupid, inexperienced. They can’t keep it their pants, and the effects of the haul start doing numbers on their psyche much quicker that the others. The tension between you two was palpable. Swansea could see the way you eye fucking him clear as day despite all his attempts to keep you focused on work at hand.

Fuck it. He huffs. He’ll take care of this himself. He’s not dying to some stupid mistake you make because you’re two busy imagining getting your guts rearranged to actually focus.

“Can’t believe this shit…”

Swansea hisses. His thick fingers trail down the expanse of your thigh, causing you to shudder.

Fuck, you’re sensitive, huh? He’d feel bad if he wasn’t so preoccupied with annoyance. But he can’t fully blame you. Swansea’s been there before. The hormones pumping through your body are begging you to fuck. Going without a good orgasm is torture to someone your age.

Good thing he’s here. A rugged, experienced individual like him. Yeah. Making a young thing like you fall apart on his fingers will be a piece of cake. You probably don’t know any better, anyways. Years of experience have polished him into quite the lover.

The thick callouses on his fingers force your thighs open, spreading your sex out in clear view. Swansea tsks, trying to fight back the heat that flares through his body at the sight.

“Not only do I gotta watch over you. Show you the ropes, keep you from killing yourself every ten damn seconds—but I gotta get you off too? The fuck does Pony Express think I am, some kind of prostitute?”

The least they could do is give him a raise. Fucking cheapskates. They probably think putting some young, hot piece of ass glued to his hip is a favor for him. Fuck it, they should’ve just been transparent and invested in a barracks bunny. It would save him the constant headache of having to train you.

“You better not take this for granted, kid. Once you’re spent, I’m expectin’ you to work twice as hard next shift.”

It’s a serious declaration. You better haul ass once he’s done this for you. Swansea’s large hand hovers right near where you want him. You feverishly nod in agreement. Whatever it takes to get those digits inside you as soon as possible.

“Good. Lay back and enjoy this, ‘cause I ain’t doin’ it often.”

He would, though. If you asked again. Swansea’s hand moves down the expanse of your thigh, settling over your sex. He trails his thumb down your outer lips a few times, humming in acknowledgement at the wetness that coats your pubes and spreads from his movements.

“Already wet too? God, you’re easy. Or have you been waitin’ for a chance like this?”

His question is rhetorical, obviously, because the way his thumb starts to round your clit has you throwing your head back—blocking any answer that would’ve come out. Swansea knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s had his wife spread like this plenty of times, so it only takes a few movements and studying your facial expression before he finds what pressure and movements have you grinding back into his touch. He’s even sure to pay attention to the underside of clit, poking the sensitive head from its hood just enough to make you jump.

The attention makes you embarrassingly wet. Just from the older man stroking your sensitive bud, he’s already got your hips bucking and wanton moans leaving your lips. Is this how guys feel when they jerk off? Because the way Swansea’s got you coming apart with ease has you inching closer and closer with each passing second.

And when he stops, you whimper. It’s pathetic. But you’re too damn horny to give a shit at this point. Being stuck on the Tulpar has left you at the mercy of your own hand and imagination. Having someone else touch you for once is electrifying.

“Don’t bitch.” Swansea commands gruffly, adjusting himself in his work chair. You notice there's a gentle flush to his cheeks, but his eyes remain focused on your bottom half. His fingers stroke your slit again. The way he’s eyeing the slick that coats it is a little embarrassing—as if he’s assessing something. His middle finger pushes past your entrance, and at the sign of little resistance, the older man smirks. He adds his index finger in the midst of the third stroke, but keeps the pace slow.

Good Lord, his fingers are thick. Almost as thick as he is. They’re rough, thoroughly calloused from years of working with his hands. You can feel that texture on your inner walls as they split you open. Swansea’s thrusting them into you slowly still, but deliberate. Yes, he’s trying to get you closer and closer to that pending orgasm, but—

A choke moan escapes your lips when he finds it, that one spot inside you that makes your stomach drop.

“Right there, eh?” He’s smirking.

Those wide fingers curl around your g-spot, hitting it just right with each movement of his hand. He’s relentless, thumping against the area and speeding up his strokes. Your eyes roll back, vision blurred by stars as your orgasm comes tumbling towards you.

And you think that’s it, but the feeling of stubble against your thigh has you second guessing. Before you know it, Swansea’s lips seal around your slit. His other arm wraps around your thigh, fingers resting above your slit and pulling upwards to make the bud poke out at him for easier access. Your own hips involuntarily start to buck and grind against the older man’s face, smearing a mix of slick and saliva over his mouth and nose as you fuck yourself against it.

You cum quicker than you ever had in your life on his face. Never, ever have you been more thankful for Utility being so secluded from other parts of the ship. The sounds you make echo from the walls as you tense up and shudder. Vibrations from Swansea chuckling between your thighs make you whine as he continues to fuck you through your own release.

Your chest rises and falls with shaky pants as you fall limp onto the cold steel of the bench. With a hazy mind tingling body, you lie there, trying to recollect yourself after your superior just made you cum like that.

Swansea, ever so eager to stay on task, kicks back from the workbench, idly licking his fingers clean.

“Now you better pull yourself together, kid. We gotta job to do, y’hear?”

He tosses your clothes from the floor back at you. You take a few moments to gather yourself, before attempting to straighten things up. Swansea’s left the Utility room now—likely on the way to the bathroom to wash his own hands and start on his next task.

But on reflection, before you can tug your pants back on and get to work, you notice something off.

Your underwear’s gone.

(And somewhere, Swansea���s enjoying his new prize.)

[anna-hawk]

Sweater Weather

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Summary: What happens when you wear Shane's warmest sweater.

R18+ 🔞🔞 || WC: 2.1k

CW: smut, crack, dirty talk, reader is a little shit

A/N: written for @bernthirst-events and inspired by this reel. Banner made by @darlingshane 🧡

Read it on AO3

“It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in this place. Darlin’, you seen my swea…ter,” Shane slowly trailed off, as he walked into the living room and his eyes fell on you and what you were wearing.

“Hm?” You turned your face towards him from your place on the couch, smiling at him inquiringly. 

“You’re wearing my sweater,” he deadpanned, staring at you with his lips pursing. 

“Yeah, 'cause I'm cold.”

“Yeah, but why are you wearing my sweater?” His eyebrows rose in question. 

“Because I’m cold,” you repeated, like he was being stupid. 

“But that’s my warmest sweater. Why are you wearing my warmest sweater?” Shane grunted in annoyance at your tone. 

“Because it’s-” you cut off with a huff. “You’re literally answering the question while posing the question,” you said in exasperation, putting your book down and shaking your head at him. 

“But you have your own sweaters,” Shane gritted out, sucking on his top teeth.

“I do.” Again, you looked at him like he wasn't making any sense. 

“Yeah, so then why don’t you wear your own sweater?”

“Because this is the warmest-” you stopped in the middle of the sentence again and threw your hands up, now looking as annoyed as Shane was feeling. “Really, come on, you just answered your own question again.” 

Shane closed his eyes and rubbed over his face as he fought for calm at your crazy reasoning. 

“Okay, okay… hold on now.” Shane massaged two fingers into his eyes. “You gonna have to break this down for me 'cause I don’t understand why you have your sweaters, your own sweaters, but you still choose to wear mine.”

You silently blinked at Shane before rolling your eyes. “Okay, fine… Lemme break this down for you.” You crossed your legs under you as you faced him fully. “So my sweaters are my sweaters.”

“Yeah.” Shane exhaled slowly.

“And your sweaters are your sweaters.” 

“Yes! So-” 

“Except,” you cut in. “The ones that I wanna wear. Those are our sweaters… And by our sweaters, I mean my sweaters,” you grinned sweetly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Our…” Shane rubbed his forehead this time and growled at you. “Then what am I supposed to wear?”

“Just wear your sweater, jeez.” 

“You’re wearing my fuckin’ sweater.”

“No, I’m wearing our sweater — Oh my God, I just explained this to you.” You rolled your eyes again and leaned back against the couch with a huff.

“Okay, you know what? Nope… Gimme my fuckin’ sweater.” Shane took two steps towards you with an outstretched hand. 

“What? No. It’s freezing.” You recoiled, grabbing at the sweater like he was going to rip it off you. 

“Then go grab one of your own goddamn sweaters. Or two for all I care. I just want my fuckin’ sweater.”

“Ugh, have you even listened to anything I just-”

“Yes, and I’m not fuckin’ havin’ it. So. Give. Me. My. Sweater.”

“You know what? Fine. Be that way. Get it then.” You turned away from him to return to reading your book after delivering the snide remark, obviously not at all about to cooperate. 

“Get it? Oh, yeah? So you gonna have me fight you over that sweater, yeah?” Shane rumbled in warning. 

“You bet your ass I am. It’s all warm and soft and I’m not-” you screamed the last part as Shane threw himself onto you. “No, you get off me, asshole!”

“I'm the asshole when you’re stealin’ my clothes?” Shane managed to slip one leg between your thighs and made for the sweater.

“I’ll have you know that some guys would be happy to see their girlfriends in their clothes,” you threw in, as you tussled on the couch with Shane trying to lift the sweater up your body, while you tugged it down with one hand and tried to push Shane away with the other. 

“But not when it’s fuckin’ cold and I’m about to freeze my balls off.”

“God, you’re such a drama —  fuck, your hands are fuckin’ cold!” you cried out as his fingertips slipped over your skin.

“Wonder why.” In retribution, Shane stuck both his hands under the sweater and placed his palms onto your bare sides and stomach. 

You shrieked at the cold, trying to get away from him, but Shane now had both legs between your thighs and was pressing you hard against the angle of the sectional couch, effectively stopping you from going anywhere. 

“Feelin’ sorry now? You gonna give it back?” He barked with a wolfish grin. 

“Fuck you!” you spat, pushing at his shoulders with all your might, but Shane was having none of it. 

Huffing, he managed to pull the sweater up your chest, earning himself an outraged yelp from you, as he revealed your bare breasts to him. You apparently had decided to go without a bra today since you were staying at home all day. Shane hadn't expected that, and stopped at the sight of your stiff nipples and the goosebumps resulting from his cold fingers and air. His distraction only lasted a second, as you took that as an opportunity to whack him over the head with the book that had fallen next to you. 

“Oh, you little…” Shane growled and pushed the sweater even more up, covering your face with it fully while avoiding your arms in the process as he leaned down to take one of your nipples between his lips and suck on it viciously. 

Your cry of surprise as your back arched up had Shane grinning when he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You blindly tried to push him off, mumbling into the sweater still over your face, as your hands tugged at his hair and shirt. As you clawed at his hair a bit more harshly, Shane growled and switched to the other nipple, using his teeth again to pull at it with the same intensity as you. Just like earlier, you cried out, your hand tightening in Shane’s hair, but you didn’t pull him away, though. Shane groaned this time, and sucked around your nipple with relish, enjoying how stiff and sensitive they were. With one of his hands still keeping the sweater up, Shane noticed you finally getting your head out and staring down at him. Your eyes were blazing with a mix of anger and arousal. A combination that Shane always loved to see on your face. 

“You better give me a good reason to take it off, Walsh,” you muttered shortly, taking the whole sweater off once Shane let go of it and pulled him up for a hungry kiss. 

Shane moved instantly, kissing you back with the same need to taste and claim. While your hands slid to the waistband of his sweatpants, his rapidly growing erection ground against your crotch repeatedly, making the both of you moan. You huffed in annoyance as his grinding stopped you from reaching the drawstrings, but Shane batted your hands away as he rose to his knees while still kissing you. You made a sound of surprise as Shane’s hands grabbed at the sides of your pants and pulled, forcing your hips up as Shane leaned slightly back to get the leggings around your thighs. Since he was still between your legs, he would have to move away to get them off completely, but he wasn’t interested in that. He only needed to have access to your entrance, after all. Shane smirked at the picture you made; with your body stuck between the couch and his own body, your thighs pulled up and almost bound together by the leggings. He pressed your knees to your chest with one hand while he finally opened his sweatpants. His hard cock met the cold air, but his arousal made him immune to it in that moment. 

“What are you waiting for?” you hissed, only able to pull at his long sleeved t-shirt from the position he had you in. 

“So much attitude from someone who’s literally cornered,” Shane grinned, using the tip of his cock to run small circles around your damp folds and barely pressing the whole head inside a couple of times. 

“You’re the one making a fuss over — ah, fuck!” you cried out, as Shane pushed in several inches, only to pull out all the way again. 

“Now, now, play nice, darlin', or I’ll just leave you like that, with your lil pussy aching for more,” he tutted.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed with a derisive eye roll. “Like you could stop now. You love how much my pussy squeezes just right around your dick too much to be able to just walk away.” 

Shane’s nostrils flared, both from the accuracy of your words and from hearing you talk like that. As if to confirm your words, his dick twitched in his hand from how nicely you had clenched around him just a moment ago. A second later, Shane realized that he’d been quiet a little too long, since you smirked at him in victory as his silence proved your point. 

“See, you’re completely unable to — Shane!” you shouted on a gasp as Shane decided to slide into you to the hilt at that precise moment. 

Shane cursed in pleasure from your walls clamping down around him tightly, sucking him in, and watched with satisfaction as your face scrunched up at the sudden move. 

“You’re such a little shit. Runnin' your mouth like that, eggin' me on until I fuckin' snap,” Shane rasped, as he put one foot on the ground to get better leverage to slam into you, while he held himself up with his hands under your knees.

He hissed a second later as you tightened around him again, and growled at the smirk showing through your expression of pleasure. 

“You love it”, you managed to get out, grabbing at his shoulders as he pumped in and out of you. “Only… makes you … wanna … fuck me harder.” 

Shane snarled at you, showing you that you were right again, when he viciously snapped his hips harder and faster against yours. But yes, he did love it. Did love you teasing him, goading him on, using your clever tongue to drive him crazy. Only you knew how to play him to perfection. You certainly were getting what you wanted now, since you suddenly exploded around him, your walls going wild around his cock as your orgasm hit you. Shane didn’t slow down, however, watching you with hungry eyes as you keened under his snapping hips, and groaned as you continuously squeezed around him. 

“Making me feel so good, Shane,” you moaned wantonly, grabbing tightly at his shoulders as your gaze never left his. “Gonna come inside me? Fill me all up with your come?”

Shane groaned at your words. He loved it when you were so wildly turned on that only the hottest filth came through your lips, knowing exactly what to say to make him lose his mind. 

“That’s what you want, darlin’? Want me to fill that pretty pussy?” he panted through gritted teeth as he barely managed to hold on to the last shreds of his sanity. He wanted to hear more of what you had to say while he positively rammed into you before he could tumble over the other side.

“Uh huh, uh huh… Gimme everything… Need you to make me feel so full that I can barely hold it all inside me.”

“Jesus fuckin'-” Shane cut off, as he finally allowed himself to let go. 

The pleasure ripped through him as he slammed inside you a few more times before he stilled with his hips against yours, coming in hot shots deep inside you, exactly like you’d wanted. Before he closed his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, he saw you watching him as you moaned, savoring the feeling of him inside you. The sight had him jerking his hips some more as he groaned before he finally stilled. As you both slumped onto the couch, your hard breaths were the only thing audible for a long minute. 

Shane watched you through heavy lidded eyes, smiling crookedly at your relaxed expression. Slowly, he pulled away after kissing one of your knees, bringing with it a slide of come that ran down towards your ass. His eyes fixed on the sight, which was then obstructed as you lowered your legs with a small groan. Shane smirked proudly at your messy state, leggings down to your thighs, topless, hair all over the place. You watched him get to his feet and pull the sweatpants back into place before you rose to do the same. You stepped into his space a moment later and kissed him with a long press of your lips against his, then pulled away a couple of millimeters as you spoke against his mouth:

“I’m still keeping the sweater,” you whispered. 

Shane didn’t get the chance to react quickly enough as you turned, grabbed the sweater, and ran towards the bathroom with a victorious laugh. 

“Gimme back my sweater,” Shane yelled in outrage and ran after you. 

[headkiss]

could I request joel and shy!reader, the first time that they share a bed/spend the night together? she learns that even though he is a grumpy old fart he is also a huge cuddler? I love your writing for joel!!

grumpy old fart made me giggle! here u go lovely!!! | 0.8k fluff

It feels like you’ve been walking for days, the heel of your beat-up shoes rubbing uncomfortably against your skin, your backpack feeling heavier and heavier on your shoulders.

Somehow, Joel looks unfazed. Of course, he’s got dirt all over and you’re sure he is tired, but he doesn’t look it. He’d probably keep walking until he physically couldn't anymore.

You don’t complain, because everyone’s tired and sore, and the last thing you’d want to do is cause trouble or annoyance.

Still, when you spot a motel in the distance, the relief washes over you.

There’s only one room left in the place that’s sleepable now, the rest of them blocked off or broken down from debris and years of being empty. Well, it’s technically two rooms; a door in between to conjoin them, and Ellie quickly claims one of them as her own for the night.

She shuts the conjoining door behind her, probably to have the privacy to clean up as much as possible with whatever’s in her bag.

You and Joel stand in silence for a bit, the one bed in the room sticking out a little too obviously.

“I can take the floor,” you offer.

“No, you take the bed.”

Joel’s stubborn, and cold, and often grumpy, but it doesn’t stop you from liking him. He’s risking his life to save the girl in the next room, and no matter how aloof he acts, the way he looks out for you says enough.

He’s a good man, even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

“What about your back?” You know it’s been bothering him, “you need it more than I do.”

“We’ll just share, alright?”

Joel suggests it before he really thinks it through, because he might have a hard time sleeping next to you. It’s to no fault of your own, really, he just doesn’t know how much longer he can keep you at arm’s length when he has this stupid fucking urge to hold you and protect you with all he has.

He’s not sure how someone like you wound up with someone like him, but he wouldn’t dream of complaining.

“Oh, yeah. Sure,” you say.

You like Joel more than you should and the thought of sleeping next to him has your nerves flaring. You’ve never slept next to him before, even when the body heat would’ve been helpful.

You’re quiet throughout dinner (a can of long expired Chef Boyardee split between three), busy thinking, trying to get your shit together because you shouldn’t be nervous. It’s just a bed. It’s Joel.

Happy with her meal, Ellie goes back to her room to read one of the new comic books you’d found a bit ago, leaving with a, “goodnight, dudes.”

Then, it’s just you and Joel again.

He cleans up the food as you pull back the blankets on the bed to assess the sheets. You decide on grabbing your sleeping bags and unzipping them to use as blankets instead.

“The ones on the bed are pretty gross,” you say when Joel peeks over at you, like you needed to explain yourself.

Joel knows you well by now, knows your tells and quirks, and he can see that you’re nervous, off, hands smoothing out the sleeping bags shakily.

“I can take the floor if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, walking over to you.

“No!” You answer quickly, “it’s not that. I’ve just- um, never shared a bed with anyone before.”

“You don’t have to do anything different. Just gotta sleep, okay?”

Right, just sleep, this isn’t special. You’ve gotta get a grip.

“Yeah, okay.”

“If you’d rather we can put the pillows in the middle.”

There he goes again, caring for you in small, simple ways that speak volumes.

“No, that’s alright.”

“Best get some sleep, then.”

You nod, and Joel walks around to the other side of the bed. You both climb in, laying on your backs for a bit. You can't seem to sleep, and he seems to notice.

“You good?”

“Huh?” You turn your head to look at him, cheek against the pillow, “yeah, fine.”

Joel lays on his side to face you, a distance clearly left between your bodies, “try to sleep, will you? You need it.”

“So do you.”

You’re on your side now, too, head level with his.

“I know.”

Your hand lays by your face on your pillow, and Joel’s hand inches towards it, his pinkie brushing against yours. You reach yours back, and then, your fingers are locked.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Night.”

You don’t know it but he falls asleep long after you, and by the time you wake, you’ve migrated, shifted positions. There’s a heavy weight over your waist, and only when you peek under the blanket do you realize that it’s Joel’s arm.

Then, you realize your head isn’t on the pillow anymore, but on his chest, the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear.

Rather than shift and wake him, you close your eyes and get a couple more hours of sleep, smiling at the discovery that Joel Miller is a cuddler.

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Hi!

Could you do a headcannon of how Judd would act high around his significant other?

I feel like once he is high, he’s a little more soft and shows that a bit more

Yes!! High Judd = soft Judd fr 💪💪

Tags: fem/gn! Reader, erh the gender isn’t really specified but kinda fem? Mentions of weed and smoking it obviously, mentions of sex too bc yk, big mouth, this is probably the fluffiest thing I’ve written with Judd haha, but I was VERY tired and sleep deprived when I wrote this and did not beta read 😵‍💫

Author’s note: I have convinced my friend to start watching big mouth lmfao, and he actually agreed that Judd is hot 💪💪 it’s a win for the boys

High Judd Headcannons

Word count; 1,0K

He has two moods when he’s high 

You’ll either get super horny Judd or super soft Judd 

My personal favourite is soft Judd 

He’s all goofy smiles and cuddling 

Will think everything you say is hilarious too 

“Judd. Your parents are coming up the stairs, I can hear them,” 

He just lets out a cackle, one of those hoarse, drawn-out ones and just doesn’t answer 

It was kinda stupid of you to smoke in his room anyways,, but somehow he convinced you it was a good idea

The more stoned he gets, the more clingy he gets too 

If he’s in horny mode, he’ll obviously just fuck you harder and faster but if he’s in soft mode you’ll get a very unusual treatment 

Though not uncomfortable treatment, he’s just very, very touchy 

Like imagine Diane walking in the hallway upstairs, she walks past Judd’s room and the whole thing obviously smells like pot, so she enters and behold 

There Judd his— cuddling you, grinning while pressing his face into your stomach and leaving small kisses all over 

Not even in a sexual way 

He just loves you pls 🙏

You’re equally as stoned, running your fingers through his hair and complaining about it tickling 

My man LOVES when you tug or run your fingers through his hair, especially when he’s high 

He’ll literally just ask you to do it 

Diane finds the scene so cute she barely bothers scolding you for smoking, again she’s like 

“If you’re gonna do it, at least do it safely under my roof” 

She will call Elliot up, however, to gush over the to of you 

She’ll try to have him do it quietly though, so you won’t notice 

If you do though, happy stoned Judd will genuinely not care 

Like,, he seems to have smoked most of his anger away 

So he won’t even threaten his parents. Wow 🧐

Anyways, you don’t often do it at his house cause like,,, his parents 

But his car is the designated smoking spot

THATS ANOTHER THING 

He LOVES shotgunning you 

Your first kiss was probably bc he shotgunned you 

He was real smooth about it to; 

“Hey. Have you ever tried shotgunning?”

“No?”

“.. would you like to?” 

He’ll do it when he’s just smoking cigarettes too 

Judd really just wants every opportunity to kiss you, and ngl, seeing you exhale smoke makes him hella turned on 

He kinda has an obsession with your stomach when he’s high??? 

Like,, he’d like to lean his head on it and cackle if it makes noise, but ESPECIALLY he likes to splay his hands over it bc you’re genuinely so small compared to him 

And really soft too 

He’ll unabashedly smell you too, like the smell of your shampoo and perfume and shit makes him all lovestruck 

Stoned showers?? 🤭

Like if he’s in horny mode, he’ll definitely be up for a shower 

Seeing you both wet AND naked 

Yes pls. ✋

But like,, also if it’s at your house and you use your body wash and shampoo on him he’ll go 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Lmfao his family will DEFINITELY comment on it 

Like when he gets home and he smells like strawberry milk and flowers or whatever you use 

He’ll only let you do that when he’s high 

You gotta understand, he has a reputation— 

But, back to my point 

Soft Judd is so straight forward? Will say whatever is on his mind 

But like Judd in general is also really quick to get going, if yk what I mean 

So his soft comments about your smell or how soft you are will turn into something like;

“Sweetheart. D’you wanna sit on my dick for a while or something?” 

Ooooohhh,, soft high Judd has a thing for cockwarming 

I mean, he’s already touchy and sorta horny so you just sitting on him for hours is absolutely perfect 

He’d love watching you wiggle and struggle, red in the face and desperate pleas leaving you as you try to bounce yourself on him 

He would just laugh at your struggles and lightly tell you to stay put, and if you’re really good, he will fuck you later 

He would LOVE to fall asleep with his hard dick inside you 

Just being as close to you as possible 

He’d wake up later tho, not nearly as stoned but is cock still as hard and fuck the living shit out of you 

No okay but soft dom Judd? 😋

He can be stoned without being horny too, but it’s a rare occurance 

You’d smoke in his car and end up on the roof, stargazing 

He claims not to be romantic but when he’s stoned he gets sappy as shit 

“I really fucking love you.” 

He’d mumble into your hair, nuzzling his face into it a little bit 

Aw, you’d melt 

If you return the favor and tell him you love him too he’ll get so embarrassed though 

He’d blush and look away 🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭

I feel like he’s always some level of stoned though 

So he’d have to be really really high for him to be able to open up like that 

Fr it happens only like once every other full moon 

Obviously he does love you, his mom is always on his ass about it telling him to tell you more often lol 

When he comes down he’ll sleep for like days 

Okay maybe that’s exaggerating a bit,, but he’ll be so fast asleep you’ll worry if he died lmfao 

And he’s so groggy when he wakes up too 

If you’re less affected, he’ll definitely expect you to coddle him and bring him food or something 

But if you’re more or the same as him, you’ll just spend the day in his bed 

Taking turns sleeping and fucking 

Idc no matter how tired he is, being in his bed means sex at some point 

Also his mom is an actual life saver and will bring the two of you snacks and food 

(I love Diane ok) 

This, however, is only if you get really fucking stoned 

I feel like usually he would just act like himself, maybe a bit less tense and a lot more handsy 

But yk, the above is for extreme cases were he’s been smoking a lot lol 

Ok I actually need to sleep my eyes are closing by themselves 🧍🏻and I have some sick character development I need to do tomorrow

Tags; @dlfvrr , @bxbyyyjocelyn

[bambisnc]

raspberry lip gloss

pairing : j.sc x fem!reader ish genre : angst !! (i promise its not as sad as the combo of pics i chose) cw/tw : reader is kinda confsuing (and confused) as hell + kisses + raspberry + swearing + not proofread wc : 0.8k

you were not having a great day. 

with all the projects and schoolwork your teachers sadistically enjoyed piling over you, the only thing you had to look forward to was lunch. which was now taken up by some girl, jiwoo or jisu or something – you’re not really sure, and frankly, don’t really care. 

she seems totally unaware of your annoyance, so you take it as a win; that one youtube video on how to pretend that you're not 10 seconds away from committing several criminal acts must have worked. 

jisu (or jiwoo), finally speaks up, “so uh.. please don’t take this the wrong way.. but are you and sungchan um t-together?” … she was this hesitant and terrified to ask you that?

“no? we’re just friends; what even gave you the impressio-”

“oh thank goodness!” she interrupts, sighing with relief, “that was all and i’m sorry to have taken your lunch time..”

without waiting for an answer, you watch as she runs back towards someone who you assumed was a friend of hers. you hear the other one’s critical and harshly disapproving tone, “girl how delusional can you be.. have you seen him?? the guy’s obviously fucking mad about her!”

to that jisu/jiwoo easily provides an answer, “i’m going to be so real sweetheart - i don’t care if he is ‘cause like – have you seen him?? i’d be okay being the homewrecker for that, if you know what i mean~”

you’re not a huge fan of this conversation.

“... you’re mad.” 

“ugh only for him~ like c’mon have you seen him. he’s just soo-” -

“sec c!”

“what.”

“the answer yn.. (1+sin c) divided by (cos c) would be secant c! god, i’m great at this trigonometry shit.” sungchan is rather delighted at having solved one of the easiest questions from the practice test papers you were both had been working on for the past few hours. 

you let him ramble on about how he could literally solve all of these in minutes it’s just that he chose not to, allowing your mind to drift away with his soothing voice.

you think of that girl (jiwoo.. or jisu?) and how she was probably planning on confessing to your friend sometime in the future. which was probably why she asked if there was something going on between the two of you..

“oh right!” he suddenly announces, “jisu from your class confessed to me after school today.” you definitely can sense a hint of amusement by his tone; but also..

damn jiwoo worked fast huh?

“i’m assuming you turned her down?” you quip back playfully 

“excuse me?? assuming?? what do you mean by that??” sungchan always takes your banter the right way – it’s one of the things you’re very fond of about the guy.

“just.. i don’t think you’d be here with me if you’d had a girlfriend by now~” ruffle his hair a bit to emphasize that this is friendly, you’re teasing him platonically.

his smile drops at that, “i would never leave you like that yn; not for anyone.” and there it is.

you opt to let his words sink in hang in the air for some time.

“heyy yn. what’s up with you you’ve been actin’ weird all dayy..” sungchan asks, snapping his fingers in a somewhat desperate attempt to break your haze. 

choosing to stay silent again; you’re not really sure how to answer his question. follow it up by dropping your eyes down to his lips and back to his eyes, as if posing a question of your own.

and he knows the answer. he always does. 

sungchan pulls himself closer to you, cupping your cheek with one hand. a brush of his lips to yours, as if testing the waters, before he completely closes the distance between you both. 

the kiss is long, drawn out. but at the same time it’s .. soft. when you break apart for air, his lips have the slight sheen of your raspberry lip gloss. it looks pretty on him.

“this.” you blurt out, “this is wrong. we- friends don’t do shit like this.” 

but he’s just as quick to fight back, “so let’s not be friends then. let’s be more.”

“sungchan.. i wouldn’t.. i couldn’t bear–” not being enough. not being perfect for him.

“couldn’t bear the idea of dating me. yeah okay i got it.” he’s slow to pack up his stuff, and all you can do is numbly try to process it all..,

“what are you trying to say.”

“i’m leaving. i- i can’t do this right now. i’ll see you later.” he leans to kiss your forehead lightly.

flinching slightly at his touch, you swallow the lump in your throat, to choke out an, “i think we should stop this. for good.” 

your closeness makes you feel like you physically hear his heart shatter into a million pieces, or maybe that’s just yours. 

“what happens to us then…?”

“sungchan.. that’s the thing. there was never an us.”

he leaves without another word.

-

at school the next day, you see him with his arm wrapped around jiwoo’s waist (shit no, you think it’s jisu). you can almost swear that there’s an ever so slight pink shimmer to his lips... and.. is that your lip gloss in his pocket?

notes : fell into a rabbit hole while doign chem idek </3 + [m.list]

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Okay so sorry for this ask. I just had this random thought blurb and wanted to share with someone. But like imagine:

Lando decides to suggest to Oscar that it would be funny if they get married in Vegas. Cause like that would be hilarious. Except Oscar looks him dead in the eye and says “I can’t, I’m already married” before walking away.

So of course Lando has a major freak out trying to figure out who he married and ropes the whole grid in the search. There is a strong rumor it’s Daniel (which Daniel started cause it’s funny). There is also the rumor that is Taylor Swift (that’s Este trying to annoy Nando). And of course there are suggestions of Fred, Liam, and even Arthur (which Pierre and Charles’s shut down right away because they would have to kill him).

And everyone keeps asking Logan if he knows and he just keeps laughing it off. But he’s also it’s a sad laugh because he’s a little sad to thing that nobody thinks he could be worthy of Oscar, even if he agrees.

And of course this pisses Oscar off. Because his husband is the sweetest man around. Because who the fuck cares if he is having a bad season when he is always there to make sure Oscar does things like eat breakfast or makes sure he isn’t too hard on himself.

So when the grid decides to do a group breakfast the morning after in Vegas (to compare horror stories). Oscar marks the shit out of Logan as they show up with their wedding rings.

Anon, never apologize for being the smartest motherfucker in the room. As a secretly married loscar truther, I am in love with this. And you’re always welcome to come in my messages or my ask box with stuff like this.

I can imagine Oscar being so smug at that breakfast. It’s his ring around Logan’s finger, it’s his marks on Logan’s body, it’s him who gets to keep bringing waffles for Logan to devour in record speed.

And I think the reason no one suspected it could be Logan Oscar was married to is because they would’ve known, right? Surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for 9 months?

(Well, Alex and George had known pretty quickly who it was but they weren’t going to spoil the surprise.)

But even now with them both declaring themselves to each other for all of them to see, they barely act any different. Small touches, leaned in whispers, pressed as close together as two people could in opposite chairs, but still completely level-headed.

And finally Lando snaps and is like “How? How are you two so calm around each other? If I had a partner on the grid, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

Oscar shrugs and Logan laughs awkwardly and even now they’re like twin planets - always together but never crashing.

“We’ve been together for a long time,” Oscar answers which, they would hope so for the youngest married couple on the grid. “And most of that time it’s had to be a secret. I guess we’re just used to it.”

“Plus, neither of us are big on PDA.” A rather ironic thing for Logan to say while covered in bite marks and red-purple hickies. “We like to keep our private life private.”

And suddenly Lando feels bad because maybe they had never planned on coming out to them, or at least not so soon, but Lando had practically forced their hand because of his little goose hunt. But Logan smiles understandingly at him and is quick to reassure.

“Don’t worry, we were planning to tell people on the grid sooner rather than later, probably when my contract extension was announced, if it’s ever decided.”

Oscar makes a face at that but doesn’t interrupt.

“We just chose now because…” And suddenly Logan gets this look on his face, something pained and almost embarrassed. Oscar tangles their left hands together to stop him in his tracks, proudly displaying their matching rings before continuing.

“None of you thought I could have the honor of being married to Logan - hurtful, by the way, I’m obviously a catch - so I wanted to show everyone who I belonged to.”

Logan blushes a light pink, but he’s smiling. Oscar feels a bit of relief as Logan lays his head on his shoulder, allowing him to turn his nose into the gel-less waves of his blond hair.

The rest of their drivers start to clamor their excuses - you’re too good at hiding it, we thought Logan was dating that Instagram model, actually you’re right you aren’t good enough for my junior Williams driver but you make him happy so I guess it’s okay (this one is of course from George who is met with a lot of boos and biscuit throwing) - but it doesn’t really matter.

Who cares what any of them thought? At the end of the day, Oscar is the one sitting here with Logan Sargeant’s hand intertwined with his, he’s the one that will get to go back with him to their shared apartment, bundle his Florida boy up against the cruel English winter, and indulge in the domestic bliss of being with someone he truly loved.

When one had that, who cared about anything else?

[ww2yaoi]

if web had gotten wounded in the patrol how do you think joe would've reacted? cause we all know (= like to think) he was worried about web in that one scene with the whistler, but idk how he would've acted on his worries had they come true🤔 would it depend on how serious the wound was? would he feel even more resentment cause web just got back and got hurt again and was once again to rest while they all have to keep working? if that was the case would the relief that he didn't die like jackson overshadow this resentment? idk i feel like i don’t know him well enough like you do to imagine this😭

first of all, I'm very amused that you think I'm some sort of joe liebgott whisperer. like we watched the same show don't doubt yourself and your interpretations </3 but yeah I guess I have been studying the blade for a while

okay. is it too much of a cop out to say yes literally all of that is going on inside of joe at once? but yeah, it would depend on the kind of wound web got because that would probably change the scenario. I guess I'll give you two answers then:

scenario 1: the wound is another clean, superficial million dollar wound like the one web got in holland

I think joe is more likely to be resentful and angry in this scenario. like you said, web hasn't been on the line as much compared to the other guys. they haven't had a proper break in months. while obviously getting wounded isn't fun, web had been lucky to miss out on bastogne. I think part of joe is constantly wrestling with his deep bitterness over web not being there to help them out and experience the misery he experienced and his relief that web wasn't there. because let's face it, he wouldn't wish that kind of shit on anyone. the way I characterize joe is he's in a constant push and pull with his very real firy resentment and his good heart. he has a lot of internal conflict because he's so angry (and traumatized) that it causes him to lash out. but later I think he regrets it because he's a kind person with a gentleness and generosity that's innate to his character

so, on the surface, yes, he would be very angry that web is getting out of it yet again. but I think another part of him would be glad because maybe this means web gets out of the war, if not unscathed, then at least alive. after all, web did get joe out of the patrol, and he was trying to prove himself in part because of how joe treated him. who knows, maybe if web hadn't stuck out his neck joe could've been the one who had gotten hit or killed. joe knows this. obviously, he would be pissed that web was leaving yet again (and I could talk about joseph "abandonment issues" liebgott all day) but I think his anger would burn bright and hot and quick and eventually his feelings of guilt and sadness would probably overtake it. I think joe and web would work things out eventually there would just be some hurt feelings as per usual with them... they don't communicate for shit or say what they mean because they're both scared and out of their depth and trying to uphold their facades because they care so much what the other thinks of them but they can't know it blah blah blah

scenario 2: the wound is serious, life-threatening, web might not die but he's in bad shape

I think joe is less likely to be angry or resentful in a scenario where web is hurt badly and genuinely in danger. I think he'd be pretty upset honestly and feel guilty over how he'd been treating web those past couple days. I think he'd also be afraid that his behaviour pushed web towards proving himself on the patrol and might've been the reason why web got hurt. however, I think joe would rather chew glass than express any of this to anyone, let alone web, which would cause him to be very touchy and stressed out and he'd probably still lash out in some ways.

I had a convo about this scenario with tierney/@kbsd and we talked about how joe would probably do other things to show he cares because he's such an actions over words kind of guy. he can't admit his feelings whatsoever. anyways, we thought it'd be a funny scenario if joe was always hovering around the hospital (say they're back in mourmelon and web is being treated there) and he keeps pissing off the nurses with his presence because he's checking up on web and bringing him the newspaper and like pestering the doctors about when web's bandages were last changed when web is asleep and can't hear it and just being a jerk and a nuissance and they're like can you please go away jesus fucking christ

anyways, I kind of lost the plot did this even answer your question at all

[t0ast-ghost]

S3 EP8 (For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Sky) welp that’s the longest title in tos and this is a long post because I was not normal about this episode

Let’s get it started:

- Immediate red alert with Spock in charge

- You think they ever held hands?

- What’s got Chapel so upset? She’s most likely right about whatever it is

- The way he kind of yells and then lowers his voice and just says, “Please, Christine. I promise I’ll give the captain a full report.” He’s not actually mad at her and he knows she’s just looking out for him but he’s scared

- Bones can’t say that he’s the one who’s dying. He can’t admit it out loud. He says that the cmo has it (not even gonna try and spell the diseases name)

- “Without me, Jim? You’d never find your way back.” My heart- oh my heart. He doesn’t want to be cut away from the crew, let alone Jim and Spock.

- Spock is standing in the transporter room like, ‘What is going on?’

- This asteroid looks like the planet where Tasha dies to the goop in TNG

- I was looking at McCoy about to beat someone up and then it was violently revealed to be a stunt double… obviously

- McCoy was fairing pretty well in that fight until he looked at that lady

- Kirk not only fighting to get to an injured McCoy but begging (he’s using his words cause he cares about him sooo much)

- Normal! Normal thoughts and feelings 🙂

- Okay I know not very relevant to anything but I’m appreciating the stairs shot

- “You will kneel.” All three of them just go, ‘okay’

- Absolutely stunning wardrobe, makeup, and hair for the priestess though

- “THEN LEARN WHAT IT MEANS TO BE OUR ENEMY BEFORE YOU LEARN WHAT IT MEANS TO BE OUR FRIEND.” Get fucking zapped, idiots

- mhm mhm

- Good thing Kirk’s not a doctor (especially a therapist) cause this man is NOT confidential

- Kirk looks so sad. Holy shit .

- McCoy’s like sleeping beauty, cause he’s beautiful… and sleeping I guess

- MHM YEAH. So UHM SPOCK JUST- he just grabbed McCoy’s shoulder to help him up. Why does this have me blushing???

- “Well we’d better get to the control room.” Is this just the normal procedure? Find the control room -> blow shit up

- McCoy immediately tastes the random substance

- he’s dead. (Edit: NOT McCoy! The random guy)

- He CHOSE to sit in the sluttiest way possible. No wonder everyone wants him DAMN

- ‘Bones listen, you’ve got to seduce her. For the mission.’

- I- she loves his stunning blue eyes

- “Is there a woman for you?” He takes way too long to answer this. How do you explain that she just met your two boyfriends

- I love her. I don’t care. She’s so amazing. Like “Until I saw you there was nothing in my heart. It sustained my life, but nothing more. Now it sings. I could be happy to have that feeling for a day, a week, a month…a year.”

- Hiding behind a pillar works…

- Spock and Kirk listening to Natira asking the god if she can have McCoy as her mate and both of them look so ready to attack

- GET ZAPPED IDIOTS

- “for me” 🥺🥺🥺

- THE FUCKING HAND KISS

- “You’re returning with us.” “Dr. McCoy I order you to return with us.” Kirk knows this won’t work but he’s desperately clinging onto any last thing that could keep them together

- “Your decision is most illogical, Doctor.” “Is it, Mr Spock? Is it really?” IM SORRY THIS MOMENT?!? are we? are we not going to talk about this? There’s no real fight between them here. It’s Spock telling McCoy this is ‘illogical’ because he doesn’t want him to leave. And McCoy’s reply is calling Spock out, basically acknowledging that he knows what Spock is saying but also challenging him to find another reason for him to actually stay :(((((((((

- Kirk’s going to cry. That long look from McCoy looks like he’s going to cry. He’s going to cry. I’m going to cry.

- After the breakup :( Kirk is in silent hurt and Spock is pouting (he’s gonna listen to Logical by Olivia Rodrigo after this)

- WOW. McCoy wasn’t sure if they’d actually leave him. I think, if I may speculate, that McCoy was expecting rejection (as a doctor, crew member, friend even) because of his illness. Then Natira wants him, and as she states, she’ll have him for however long she can. Now, McCoy thinking that he’ll inevitably get pushed aside by the people he’s closest to is testing them. It’s a win- win situation for him, right? Either Spock and Kirk force him to go back with them, proving they won’t leave him, or he stays with Natira for the rest of his days. Ideal situation… but I don’t think he actually thought they’d leave him.

- congrats on the marriage I guess

- I like how McCoy is still in his starfleet uniform… no I do not, let him change clothes

- “Starfleet command will take care of the situation.” They’re gonna blow it up.

- “An urgent call from dr. McCoy, sir.” This is like after a break up texting, ‘you up?’

- McCoy stops answering the phone so Kirk and Spock immediately beam down to the planet they’re banned from to save him <3

- That was a fast divorce. This is the second time that they’ve helped each other divorce someone.

- THEYRE BEING PUT IN AN OVEN

- If McCoy and Natira went to an event together everyone there would fall in love with both of them immediately

- The chin tilt. He looks down and she tilts his chin back up. I love them both

- “Which indicates that the flow of oxygen to each cell of your body is back up to its abundantly energetic level.” Spock says this and is basically smiling in relief (you have to see it to believe it)

- Kirk is still in support of his boyfriend’s wife

Honestly 10/10 episode. Thank you so much for this one.

Masterpost

Episode written by Rik Vollaerts

[totalfknloser]

can you do zakk romantic and smut headcanons where he sees a girl at a local gig and decides she's his next hookup but accidentally catches feelings upon getting to know her and finding out she's actually pretty cool and insanely into metal and all the things he is ?? thank you i love your headcanons for him so much

YES THIS IS SO CUTE (praying my headcanons don’t start to sound repetitive also it’s almost 5 am LMAO so if this sounds more like a fanfic i’m so sorry) (okay this does in fact sound more like a fanfic because i genuinely can’t at all figure out another way to write this. yep this is def more of a fanfic with hints of headcanons)

.⛧°+.+°⛧.

⛧ Zakk totally was checking you out and he did not try to hide it. it’s depending on the girl but i don’t think he would usually avoid being stealthy with checking a girl out. you were fixated on him from the start of the gig so when you saw him being possibly interested, you almost squealed with joy.

⛧ tbh idk if zakk would straight up “hey, wanna fuck?” or get to know you just to get you to fuck you but then accidentally really like your traits and personality, but for the sake of keeping these not too sexual, we will do for the second.

⛧ Zakk would talk to you a lot, and you’d do the same. you both would ask questions about each other and unlike you, Zakk started showing romantic interest a lot slower than you did, but it was still there and still growing. Zakk would ask you all kinds of music related questions and about your interests and he really started to take a liking to them.

⛧ Zakk’s questions would slowly get more personal as you’d be walking cause he doesn’t wanna end up fucking some freak or get an std or whatever. “you don’t have herpes or some shit, right?” he asked in a bold tone. “nah, what about you?” you didn’t show that much discomfort, you could tell what you were getting into just by the look of the boy. he responded with “No.”

⛧ you both got to his place and he started off pretty quick. Zakk would definitely not be one for much sweet stuff before sex. sure, Zakk would definitely give you occasional kisses and give you all kinds of passionate touches along your body. Zakk would totally touch your tits if you got any and give you a couple hickies and love bites just to show everyone who meets you for the next week that you’re gonna be his.

⛧ Zakk would really try to push his growing romantic feelings back down as you both get more and more intimate with each other and eventually you both fuck each other like bunnies on the last day of earth. Zakk would only whisper small amounts of mixed degradation and praises cause he isn’t really sure if you’d like to be called a slut or whore too much. he very obviously doesn’t want you to leave, at least not yet.

⛧ even for just a one night type of thing, he was good and you were in heaven. after you two were done, he almost contemplated asking you to leave so he can get his romantic feelings to fuck off, even if he’d miss you for a few days. but Zakk was too tired to care and he just fell asleep with you while you were in his arms.

⛧ Zakk has never done much aftercare in his entire life whenever he’s with a chick or two. you weren’t really knowing what you’d expect, either aftercare or not wasnt a problem really.

⛧ when you guys would wake up, you’d sit in awkward silence for a few minutes till you picked things up and ask if he wants to go out sometime.

⛧ the boy is absolutely stunned by your question, but he would answer, and very nervously. “O-Oh, uhm, yeah, sure.”

⛧ after you guys hung out a lot you eventually actually asked if you wanted to date each other and of course he said yeah.

⛧ it would take him a while to get used to caring for a girl for like, ever. Zakk has never really had relationships besides in his mid teens because he wasn’t done with trying for romance back then. you guided Zakk through romance and he really enjoyed it. you two would go on dates, especially dates late at night. you’d also learn to cook or if you already have cooking skills, make food for the both of you because Zakk was incredibly hesitant to go out in public doing all that sweet shit. as i said in the past, he doesn’t wanna be seen as a huge softy.

⛧ you both would love each other blah blah blah and go to shows all the time together and do all that fun shit and grow old together and die together and love each other as cute little ghosts and haunt people for fun.

.⛧°+.+°⛧.

hope this wasn’t too disappointing!!

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

29: Is Baby Gronk the New Rizz King, Interlinked?

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Why are you not surprised that even after that night, you and that bone man aren’t officially together still? This is some bullshit, right? Like, this shit is straight-up rigged against you.

You can’t deny that it doesn’t feel urgent to make it explicit for this past week. Sans has been more affectionate towards you, kinder, more flirtatious, and doesn’t shy away from your teasing comments or anyone else’s.

It FEELS like a relationship, but he hasn’t said anything otherwise.

…Okay, you haven’t either, but it would feel more meaningful if it came from him, okay?!

That’s not to say you’re dissatisfied or unhappy, either. It’s just that ONE thing that SANS needs to do to make YOU feel 10-times more secure about where exactly you two stand in each other’s lives.

…Oh, God. You’re in a situationship with Sans the motherfucking skeleton from the hit indie game, Undertale.

But is it really a situationship?

You’re glaring at him now, sitting right next to him on the couch, having a nice one-on-one time while Papyrus was having his weekly sleepover at Undyne’s. You’re watching some thriller-adventure that looks like it was made in the 80’s. It doesn’t look familiar but it’s definitely from the surface.

Sans is a whole, bone-afide, spooky, scary skeleton. His bone is pure white which is extremely unnatural for real skeletal structures. It helps remind your brain he’s not an actual skeleton outside of a human body. Their usual sharp features have been rounded out, and his permanent smile somehow looked natural despite not having lips.

You’re ashamed to admit how long it actually took to get used to him and Papyrus. They’re less scary and more so just… odd but there. Compared to Sans, his younger brother has a more cartoony vibe to his appearance. Papyrus calls himself handsome most mornings in the mirror if he remembers to, but it does have you thinking a lot about how you view Sans in a purely physical attraction sense.

…You don’t really know. You think you’re too biased towards him to have an honest opinion.

You have preferences obviously for what you like, especially when it comes to fiction. However, you like to think you’re genuinely not the type to care so much about what someone looks like as long as the character and personality are strong and meet your standards in those regards.

For Sans, strictly speaking, you liked him in fiction. You loved his character in the game, and you loved the fanart ironically, but that was that. Fanart.

Seeing him now in person? That “buffer” of liking him from before helps a lot, but those feelings naturally developed outside of that. He was intelligent, funny, observant, laid-back, kind, considerate, and overall a swell guy. You are very attracted to all of those traits in him, it’s no surprise at all that your platonic feelings casually blended into the romantic ones.

But physically. Do you find an attraction to him physically?

…Yeah, you can work with it.

“Hey,” You tap the side of his head, “look at me.”

“heh, i was wonderin’ when you were gonna say somethin’,” Sans turns to you with a cheeky grin, his eye-sockets squinting slightly from his amusement, “you’ve been staring at me for three minutes.”

“Can I kiss you, or is that weird ‘cause you don’t have lips?”

His eyes go wide at the same time his eye-lights dilate big. His red blush forms fast and dark, spreading furiously over his face. His smile, to your surprise, almost completely drops somehow. The corners of his mouth (Mouth? Teeth? Same thing.) have a particular shape that makes them seem fuller and more “closed” compared to an actual skeleton. You didn’t notice that before since he’s always smiling.

Actually, like this, he looks less skeletal and more like the cartoony-type Sans you’re used to seeing in fanart.

“ar-are you serious?”

“Yeah,” You answer honestly with a nod, “Monsters kiss each other, right? Or are you just not interested in that stuff? In that case, it’s completely fine-”

“-no, no i just…” He clears his throat, looking away with a conflicted expression, “i never gave it much thought before. and now with you… i dunno, i just thought you wouldn’t be into that.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Because you’re a bone boy?”

He snorts, “yes. because i’m a bone boy.”

You scoff out a small laugh, “Sans, if I had a problem with what you are, I wouldn’t have told you I liked you. I’d friend-zone the shit out of you. You probably wouldn’t have known I liked you at all.”

He looks at the TV screen with a thoughtful look. You let him think about it, leaning your head on his shoulder to watch the movie.

See, this is the problem.

You’re just casually asking to kiss him and talking about your feelings BUT HE HASN’T ASKED FOR YOUR HAND FOR BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND STATUS!! And you’re not even THAT mad about it because that conversation just now was perfectly fine and it would’ve been the same if you guys WERE exclusive.

You’re momentarily distracted from the movie when the scene shows David Bowie’s crotch again. Wait a damn minute, you recognize this movie, it’s The Labyrinth! Ahh, you haven’t seen this since you were a kid! You can’t believe you didn’t realize it sooner!

“[y/n].”

You smile and look at him, “Yes? Oh!”

You jerk back but hold onto his arm to keep him close still.

Sans…

He looks different now.

“you remember when I told you a long time ago, that i ran solely on magic?”

“Uh… Yeah… Yeah, i do.”

“and you remember when you were telling me about pollux? how he could change his form to whatever he wanted?”

“Yes…?” You give him a side eye, “Are you saying you’re the same way? You–You and Papyrus–can do that, too?”

He nods, furrowing his brows though this time it was more noticeable. “bingo. you’ve seen it before when my bro gets really excited or shy, his eyes get all big and starry.”

You widen your eyes in realization, “Ohhh! Because of magic?! I mean, duh, because of magic! But that’s a conscious effort to do?”

“something like that, yeah.”

Sans gestures to his now much rounder face. This is the Sans you originally expected to see when you first met him.

His eye-sockets are larger and a bit rounder, his nose is a tad smaller and slightly pointed if you look at him from the side. His grin was plastered on the way you see in the game only that you can see at the corners of his mouth that he could open it if he wanted to. You look down at his arm and grab his hand, taking off his glove to take a closer look. His bones were thicker and less angular, and the ends of his fingers were less pointy as well. You’re not going to start feeling up his entire body, but it’s clear there was a whole fucking body change.

“this is… more or less what i… usually look like. should look like.” Sans lets you hold his hand but he’s very pointedly turning away from you. “i won’t get into it, you and i have that habit of getting off track too much. but there was a timeline, a long while ago, i knew i had to–i thought i had to look sharper. had to look scarier. it worked for a while, but…”

He sighs and closes his eyes, “it got to the point of doing it so much after each reset that i just began to reset looking that way. looking like a scary skeleton, and i didn’t care enough to do something about it.”

Sans is talking about Frisk, you know that. Sans had morphed himself to look like a hyper-realistic skeleton because it scared the shit out of Frisk.

The human mind cannot handle that sort of trauma under normal circumstances. There was a similar test done with the trauma that came from seeing a brain outside of a body. To the average person, it was severely traumatizing and haunting. Seeing a real skeleton can leave similar effects.

Frisk being just a child, it’s no wonder Sans sought that method to be the most effective.

Finally, Sans looks at you, a sheepish smile on his face, “you just reminded me you’re not someone i wanna scare away. but uh… if it turns out you’re into freaky skeletons… actually, i dunno what i’d do.”

You raise your free hand to his face, “Can I touch?”

“yeah, of course.”

You go to cup his cheek first, stroking your thumb on the swell of his round cheek. It’s soft, and definitely a lot smoother than before. You also trace under his eyes, noticing a vague darker coloring under them. Something like eye-bags, you think. His nose is in the cute shape of a pointy heart, so you boop it because that’s the law.

Awe, you feel his face heating up underhand from his blush.

You grin, “You’re so squishy.”

“…thanks. i think ‘round’ is more what i-”

Both of your hands are now cupping his blushing face. Ugh, his expressions are actually so much more expressive now. His embarrassment was adorable and you’re feeling the rise of cuteness aggression swelling in your chest.

“Hey, Sans.”

“ye-yeah?”

“I still would’ve wanted to kiss you before. But I like this, too.”

“ughhh…” He ducks his head down, shaking his head while laughing. “this is it. all of my good luck? right here. i really lucked out with you. now it’s bad karma for the rest of my life.”

You deadpan, “Bro, you better stop saying cute shit before I kiss the fuck out of you.”

“you’re actually serious?!”

This fucking dude…!

“Oh, my God! Yes! Can I kiss you, yay or nay?!”

“yay!–i mean, yes!-”

Men are so complicated and emotional.

Tightening your hold on his face, you close your eyes and move forward. You don’t get to see it, but you feel it. You forget sometimes just how malleable Sans’ bones really are, how soft they can be if he wants them to be.

You don’t feel lips per se, too firm to be that and too dry. You think it’s his teeth (Of course it would be, what else?) that he willed to be softer and more malleable to better fit against your lips.

It only lasts a few seconds with Sans being the one to pull away first. He had a stupid little smile on his face and his blush had died down some but was still very prominent. He has that expression that screams “fuck yeah.”

“hey.”

Oh God.

“Yeah?”

“guess who’s definitely a monster-fucker now? you are.”

You pull away from him with a dead look in your eyes, “Okay, we’re done here.”

“ha ha ha! wait, no–come back!”

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A/N: TLDR I drew Sans that way on the cover intentionally cuz otherwise, I would’ve drawn biblically accurate hyper-realistic Sans lmao I’ll include it here again cause I think it’s neat

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Chapter 2: Ethical human contact

When the woman stands behind Harold, peering over his shoulder from the inside of the camper, she freezes too.

I find myself doing the transfixion dance, of course. It’s part of keeping them still and compliant with my instinctual wishes to kill and eat them. But, I don’t actually want to do that, and my alternative urge is to flee. Which I also don’t want to do.

Instead, I visualize the outcome I want and, while focusing on Harold’s eyes, I settle myself down into a loaf, tucking claws underneath me, and folding my wings up tight. And then, ever so slowly, I do a cat smile, closing my eyes gradually and relaxing my frame.

And, just as I’d hoped, it’s the woman’s eye contact that is broken first, and she says, somewhat shakily but not truly stirred, “Harold, put that damn thing away! You’ll shoot your fellow camper!”

Through heavily hooded lids, I see him lower the gun slowly and blink at me. I’m obviously not a threat, after all. At which point, I turn my head to the side so that I’m looking at him with only one eye, a prey expression. Very much not a threat.

He tentatively steps down and out of the doorway of the camper, letting his gun drop fully to a one handed grip aimed down, while he steadies himself on the door with his other hand. And then he says, “I could swear I heard it talk, Ginnie.”

Ginnie slaps him lightly on the back of his head, and says, “Of course she can talk, Harold! Don’t you know the girl dragons can talk?”

I have no idea where she heard that. That’s not remotely true. From a certain, bioessentialist perspective, we’re probably all girl dragons (except we’ve got the genders, if Joel and I are indications), and I’m the only one I know that can imitate words, so far. And I can’t even reliably imitate the ones I want when I’m flustered.

But I can talk with AAC, if I have that. Which I don’t.

I turn my head the other way, and tilt it to the side, as an inquisitive expression about her statement, but that also fortuitously causes my radio tag to swing from its piercing through my horn.

“Land’s end!” Ginnie exclaims, stepping down from the camper. “Who did that to you? Why –” and as she gets closer to me she apparently gets a better look at me, because she exclaims, “Oh! It’s you!” She points at me and turns to her husband, “Harold, that’s Meghan! From Fairport! We’ve only been staring at her photos all day! She’s talked to the Mayor!” Turning back to me, she demands, “What in Heaven’s name are you doing all the way out here?”

How the heck do I answer that? The best phrase I can come up with, pieced together in two different voices, one of an AI generated posh British lady that I consider my voice now, and the other being Caleb, with enough of a pause between the two words to make it more confusing, is, “No. Shit.”

Then, to emphasize what I care about, I use my left wing claw to scratch at the radio tag in hopefully obvious irritation and impatience.

“Hold on,” Harold says. “I’ll get that off of you. That’s not standard, in any case.” His gruff, nasally voice fades and is interrupted by heavier breathing as he climbs back into the camper, but he keeps talking, “I wager the government did that to you, didn’t they? That’s no Green Peace collar or whatever. And drilling through your horn like that. That’s not ecological. Can’t have that. I think we can patch that with Bondo, which I definitely have!”

Ginnie smiles as he’s doing this.

—

The man has industrial grade bolt cutters, Bondo, and a metal grout spatula in that camper.

And they agree to let me sleep on the roof.

They also offer me food that I don’t need to eat.

And then, as I’m having trouble falling asleep, I overhear them arguing with each other about both Presidential Candidates and how they did during the debate, and how they won’t vote for either of them, and I feel conflicted.

Not that I blame anybody for being jaded and cynical about both parties. Just that, in this case, the debate was about the issue of us dragons, and the Candidates came down squarely on either side of it. And I don’t like what Harold and Ginnie’s argument implied about what they think should be done with me.

They’ve treated me with more hospitality than I expected from anybody. Once the gun was put away.

But, at the same time, they’ve forgotten that I’m legally a citizen, and they don’t seem to care about whatever my rights are.

They talk about us dragons like we’re animals that need to be respected and protected, but also not exactly people.

It’s unsettling.

At home, in and around my coffee shop, I’m a person. Because I’m a person.

These two may be from Fairport, or the neighboring city of Jam, and I’m wagering they’re either basic boomer liberals or recently-ex-conservatives, but they’re not my people.

—

I’m awoken in twilight by the whining scream and shuddering thud of that fucking helicopter flying overhead, and I don’t feel all that loyal to Harold and Ginny such that I want to bother saying goodbye in a way that I can’t even articulate.

I’m pretty sure the camper rocks and shakes as I leap off of it to take to the air after that chopper.

It’s fast, and I’m not as fast, but I can definitely follow it. And I know it’s gotta be landing for more than a few minutes temporarily, because it’s headed right back out where I came from, and it’s not circling me.

It’s not tracking me, especially as I dropped the tracker into the lake. It’s probably got another Fairport dragon tucked away in its hold, tranqued and tagged, and headed for release into the wild. Such as the wild exists anymore.

Getting any kind of altitude without the sun up is such a drag and a chore. But I’ve got a gizzard working on an owl now, which it’s been doing all night, and I don’t feel all that weak and hungry. A little sluggish, at first, but my body gets the idea as I push it.

I end up having to weave between mountains for a bit, before I’m high enough to go over the passes, and then the peaks. And I almost lose track of the helicopter.

But once I’m high enough, its running lights catch my eyes and I zero in on it.

In the light of the rising sun, it’s setting down on the same mountain where it deposited me the night before. They doubtlessly know I’m not there anymore, and have decided it’s the easiest place for them to land.

And as I work my way closer and closer, I can see them, in the distance, dragging a large bundle from inside the machine as its blades are winding down to a slow spin and then stop.

I’m right.

They’re disposing of another dragon.

It’s literally legally kidnapping. They are choosing kidnapping over murder, for some reason, maybe because they think they can get away with it. But it is kidnapping.

And I wonder if the tracking is to make it look more legitimate somehow. But also, it’s definitely to know where we are and to make sure we’re still out here for as long as the trackers work.

My long range eyesight is really sharp, but even now I can’t really make out the details of who they’ve got trussed up. But I’m convinced I’m seeing Joel. A.K.A. Whitman. My nemesis. Whom I have a truce with, and to whom I conceded two thirds of my territory back home.

If it is indeed Thursday morning, as I believe was confirmed by an offhand comment by Ginnie last night, then Joel has had that territory for two whole days. And now he’s going to be stuck out here, with me.

I’m more angry for him than worried about what he thinks of me right now. And I decide right there and then that I’m not letting the chopper take to the air. I’m going to render it unflightworthy.

Because if I let that thing go back to Fairport, it’s just going to come out here with another dragon, and another, and another, and another, tearing people like me away from their homes and their families. And not only is that not right, but it’s undoing all the work I’ve spent the last week building myself.

Joel and I could be networking with other dragons online right now, developing stronger truces and agreements, and coordinating to turn around and help our humans achieve what they want to achieve, whatever that might be, somehow.

But no, we’ve got some trumped up, pseudo-liberal, eco-performative land owning billionaire Daniel Säure, I think, using one of his companies to “humanely” purge Independant County of its dragons.

And if I let them take another dragon, it might be Astraia, who can’t fly. Getting her back home will be hard.

I’m idly wondering how they plan on attaching Joel’s radio tag to him as I dive toward the helicopter. I should probably be thinking about how I’m going to disable the machine, but I think I’m going to start by relying on my fire.

After hitting Joel with it twice, I think I’ve stopped using it directly on living beings. Even though I have to wait quite a while before I can use it again. It’s my wave motion gun. I have to be careful and responsible with it, lest I do the unconscionable or also leave myself too vulnerable.

It’s a terrible burden. A terrible napalm burden.

It’s not like I’m actually as powerful as Godzilla, or anything like that. These things scale both up and down.

Down, mostly, in my case.

But I’m thinking that the complex workings of the swash plate and nearby air intakes are vulnerable to liquid fire. So, if I can belch up a whole stream of it to all land right there, that should make it unsafe or even impossible for the machine to take off.

The trick is to pull up fast enough to prevent myself from slamming into the helicopter myself.

Which.

Nope.

I was thinking too much about Joel’s radio tracker to time it right, and the morning air is still too cold to provide a useful thermal on the shadowy side of the mountain.

I at least manage to extend my feet and swerve enough to make a humorous attempt at landing on a rotor blade. Which is a great way to disable a helicopter!

Rifles get fired in my direction as I crash to the ground clutching my groaning and shrieking helicopter part, but the tranq darts hit the chopper and shatter instead. Fired in desperation, they went wide, or flew through a spot I’d already left.

I pull my wings in tight and hit the ground, rolling like a tipped cow and letting go of my newest prized possession. My tail whips and lashes, and I’m climbing to my feet injured far, far less than I expected to be.

Joel did something like this when he crashed through the brick outer wall of my apartment to attack me a week and a half ago.

We dragons are not quite normal. It’s like we operate by movie physics or something.

We’re still fairly vulnerable to each other, though. I have stitches from when a dragon I nicknamed Waits scraped my left shoulder mid flight with their beak. And Joel has burns along his back and all over his mouth and face from the two times when he got too close to my biggest front hole.

A dragon named Astraia has some really gnarly gashes on her shoulders from a dragon I nicknamed Loreena, and I haven’t seen Loreena yet, but I’m sure they’re hurting pretty bad, too.

We can also be pierced by tranq darts, and I’m guessing that bullets penetrate our hides pretty readily, too. Traditionally, mythologically, most dragons don’t do all that well against pointy things.

But, blunt impact? It definitely hurt a bit and rattled me, but I feel like a Super Ball. I’ve bounced right back up, growling.

Humans scatter, but the other dragon remains limp. It’s Joel all right. He’s probably still very drugged.

He doesn’t look quite as burned as I expected.

I’ll consider that later.

Glancing around, I take stock.

There’s a definite high ground and low ground here, a slope to the mountain with the helicopter parked on the most level place, and very sparse trees. But there’s no apparent military training nor space monk here to take advantage of the terrain. These people are truly panicked and scattered. Probably also despairing over their maimed whirly bird.

Guessing the dart rifles have to be loaded again before firing, I galumph a bit like a giant ferret over to Joel and grab the webbing that binds him and tear at it with claws and teeth as I barrel over him and tumble and roll and bound back up to run further away before turning around.

Mostly, I jostle him enough that he stirs.

My next move is to pick an agent that looks like they’re about to pull their gun up and fire at me, and charge them.

The way they panic just before I lock eye contact with them makes me think they’ve been warned about that, but that panic doesn’t save them from getting transfixed and then tackled.

Other guns fire.

My personal challenge is to not tear this person’s throat out and just keep running over them without puncturing them, either. I don’t think I’ve been hit by anything, but the possibility of it has me anxious enough that I’m having an even harder time reigning in my violent impulses.

If this was winter, I could probably look back and see blood in the snow, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything immediately lethal.

I turn and wheel at the others as they fumble to reload weapons, and I start to growl my challenge cry. I’ve already picked my next target.

That target freaks out so much that they drop their gun by accident, reaching after it briefly with both hands, but looking up at me to make sure I’m not about to eviscerate and eat them.

My low, infrasonic rumble rises steadily in pitch, hitting weird harmonics in things like rocks and bones that causes pebbles to vibrate and humans to blanche. And then, just as it can be heard, instead of continuing to my usual morning routine, I cut it off with a spoken word, “Stop.”

Everyone freezes.

It’s so gratifying to have their attention like this.

I stomp my foot, taking a step forward, and glance to the North. I know there’s a trail that way, because I saw it from the air. It might take them a couple of days to hike out of here, but if they can find water, they should be fine.

“Go,” I say. I wish I could make it forceful, but I only learned how to say it like an emotionless computer illegally imitating Angelina Joli’s voice.

It is enough, however.

These “Wildlife Management” agents are clearly rattled by their helicopter being disabled by a plummeting fire breathing dragon who can endure a crash landing, dodge their darts, and talk, while also worrying the half trussed other dragon that they’d kidnapped who is now stirring. Being armed with rifles that need to be reloaded isn’t helping the situation. They weren’t equipped for my attack.

There are seven humans standing, and one bleeding one being helped to their feet. I watch carefully, tense, twitchy, as they collect themselves and move off in the direction I’d indicated. Still carrying their guns.

“Stop,” I say. “No. Okay.” That was uncharacteristically cogent of me. But how do I tell them to drop their weapons?

They’re watching me.

Ah, there’s two guns on the ground, dropped by the person I attacked and the one I threatened. I go over to one, pick it up and then drop it, looking at them as meaningfully as I can.

The two remaining armed individuals drop their guns, too, and back off.

“Peace,” I say. Then, “Go.”

They go.

While waiting for Joel to rouse himself, I gather the guns one by one, picking them up in my mouth, and delivering them to the burning helicopter, heaping them just inside the open sliding side hatch.

The agents can dare to come back to their chopper once we’ve left. I don’t care.

I do also quickly search the interior of the helicopter for anything like a phone or a tablet I could commandeer for my own purposes, but it’s as futile an effort as I suspected it would be. I just have to try in order to know I haven’t passed up the chance. I pause at the radio, wondering if I could use it to contact anyone meaningful to me, but I can’t think of how.

Besides, if we can get Joel some food, we can probably both fly out of here just fine. I think. I found and got to Ross lake in less than a day. We can follow a road out, or the river, if Joel can’t make it over the mountains like I can.

I decide to leave the radio and battery functional, so that the people I’m going to leave stranded here can call for help. It’s probably a bad idea, because they could also let whomever is in charge of them know that I’ve freed Joel and am on the rampage. But, while they might not have ethics that I like, I do. I really do. I’m trying to, at least.

But I fucking wreck everything else I can about the chopper, even slashing its tires. In the process, I learn just what I can bite through with my jaws. It’s pretty impressive.

When I’m done, there are no rotor blades left operable and any cable I can reach is severed. Panels and bits are strewn all over the mountain side.

[itsslivernotsilver]

Ok dude I've been going nuts thinking about this show /pos

Since she's your fav, tell me about your favorite MIST moments PLEASE

ok hi sorry this took so long to answer i was overthinking everything and then i got distracted but this is literally the best question i’ve ever been asked omfg

honestly the main reason mist caught my eye is because i’ve always liked characters who are misunderstood by others. maybe it’s just projection but there’s something so compelling about character who can be surrounded by people who love and care for them, yet still feel isolated. when s2 finally released, i went on reddit (ew) to see how people reacted to her and it was split between “she’s cute i like her” and “oh my god she’s so annoying and terrible.” after that i loved her even more cause i got defensive lmao but all in all i just really like the premise of her character and i think she’s adorable and fun and she spices up the cast because sometimes they get a little monotone idk

so i don’t really feel like screen recording a bunch of videos and stuff so here’s some silly moments that i really liked in no particular order and then i’ll talk about other stuff

isn’t she adorable :)))

ok so one part that i really like is her convo with maddie about nostalgia in yair. something about this scene just hits really hard because she’s trying!!!! she’s really trying to connect with maddie in the only way she knows how. and it’s just never going to happen. there’s such a large gap between them that makes it almost impossible to fully understand one another. like. ok so maddie had been willing to empathize with her dad because while his upload was drastic, it was still her dad. she still has those bonds from before his upload and she can understand that he was once a person. but mist doesn’t have anyyy of that. she’s completely different and maddie can’t reconcile her digital-ness with her humanity because there’s not much to begin with. there’s a constant disconnect between the two and oh my GOD is it compelling your honor i love them so much

another thing that has always stood out was her fight with holstrom during apokalypsis and the aftermath. she immediately approaches holstrom with such fervor and she argues from a logical perspective, aka “you’re planning genocide, here’s the definition of genocide, my name is mist kim you killed my father prepare to die” type shit. but what ultimately gets her to rethink her views on him is that he frames his plan as saving a doomed society rather than committing genocide. the argument boils down to the main message of the show, “are UIs (and CIs) actually human and not just glorified corpses?” holstrom weaponizes her disconnect with nostalgia against her by calling it humanity’s fault rather than a Normal Human Emotion (also it’s super interesting how much he uses “us” when talking to her idk). and mist really struggles to reconcile the 2 perspectives she’s heard when it comes to nostalgia. she needs someone to inform her on things like social cues and human experiences because she’s never felt them. she tries to connect with maddie once again by saying “we talked about nostalgia, just like you and i” but maddie is obviously upset because she’s annoyed that mist simply can’t understand a lot of nuances regarding the importance of the physical world. i think maddie’s biases really shine here because of how quickly she shuts down mist rather than caspian who’s just like. sitting there the whole time lmao. she’s so set on labeling holstrom as genocidal because the two options he’s giving humanity are death or uploading, both of which are underneath living normally to her. mist, being a CI herself, gets that uploading isn’t necessarily the end all be all of life, and is “more open” to holstrom’s ideas of nostalgia being the true genocidal factor. i think this line from the short stories also adds a little flavor here, specifically “the way the shapes of her decision algorithms seemed adapted for the methods of warfare.”

obviously there’s a lot more expansion in the show but i feel like it’d be cool to mention this. she charges at holstrom harshly, but upon learning more information, she heads back to maddie and caspian to rethink the plan of attack, which is pretty warfare-y to me but idk i just thought it was a fun little connection.

finally i wanted to mention her plot line with the CIs real quick because it felt like a culmination of her whole character yk???? she’s fighting for a world where she can be with the UIs and humans she cares about, but she can also be with those who can fully understand her. it’s such a defining cause for her character and it’s just so well done. anyways i think that’s it for now but i just think mist is really neat and so is her sibling dynamic with maddie :)))

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Haunted

Miguel O’hara x Reader

Part 1

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themes ; self harm !! suicide !!

You sat your legs swaying over the building edge , your nails digging into the bricks you sat on , your headphones blasting some sad soundtrack you picked , your tears raced down your face ; causing your cheeks and lips to become puffed and red . The tears finally stopped before jumping from your face and diving into the air below eventually hitting the sidewalk below.

Your day had been hard , harder than usual and pushed you to your limits causing your mind to shut down and lead it’s self to doom.. or what you’d call another lousy attempt at taking it all.

Your boss , Miguel O’hard , had practically rained down on your head first and then everything followed ; an arguement with your mom , your favourite food truck had been destroyed and your favourite plant died. All things you could handle but today you felt odd and all these things piling up felt like enough to push you .

It was cold ,too cold , cold enough to kill . The cold rolled off your skin and faded into your breathe , attacking your chest from the inside. You skipped the next song , taking a shaking breathe before looking down. Your fingers losing grip , you could slide off the edge now.

“You really gonna do it ,kid?” A voice from behind causes you to slip, before you could even give yourself a chance to realise you were about to fall , a string wrapped around your back and pushed you back . Back onto your feet.

“You gonna answer me or what ?” The voice practically demanded your attention. You could tell it was a male just by the tone.

“why do you care?” You broke away from the web like string . Your body faced back to the edge while your head turned over your shoulder to face the voice. A shadow stared back , it stood at roughly 6 foot something . It was built , hard muscles practically sculpted by zeus himself.

“cause i’m spiderman ?” he laughed before stepping forward, his suit now bathing in the moonlight along with his mask and now restless yet angry pose.“ gotta save my citizens or something?”

You rolled your eyes . “ you really care or can’t be bothered with another death blamed on the carelessness of you ?”

“I’m anything but careless.”

“uh huh .” you turned to face him. This caused the Blue Panther to stumble back slightly, he soon collected himself and stepped forward closing the gap between you two.

“ So you really gonna..just give up on everything?” he moved his head slightly almost nodding at the edge of the building.

“mhm.Look.. you wouldn’t understand so.. don’t even try .” You rolled your eyes before moving your hand to lift some hair away from your face.

“try me.” his hands placed themselves onto his hips, presenting his tiny waist.

“ok…!” You laughed. “ My boss basically embarrassed me in front of my whole work and ruined my work telling me it was complete and utter shit! He like totally ruined my day and then.. wait for it.. he demanded i stay behind and fix my ‘mistake’.. and then after that my mom called me and practically tore down any glint of confidence i had left and basically hung up after i tried to open up to her and then.. my favourite plant died.” You stood there , out of breathe and embarrassed. You were soon hit with the laugh of Spiderman.

“wait wait you’re gonna.. bahaha.. you’re gonna fucking kill yourself over.. over that?!” he was practically pissing himself with laughter . His whole reaction caused your eyes to fill with tears.

“mhm.” You turned away.

“ look,kid. There’s bigger things too… ok no that’s just .. look.” He sighed before pulling you back . “ there’s a lot of other ways to deal with other than killing yourself. like you could-“

“save it. ok. this whole thing was obviously just a mistake . next time i should just .. i don’t know.. take some pills or something?-“

“no. jeez kid no. You don’t need to-“

“I do .”

“ Do you ? “

“ like i said you wouldn’t understand. it’s not just those tiny things that make me wanna do it. there’s like a fucking voice and everytime i fuck up it just goes off like it’s so fucking hard to just not want to do something.”

“I get it . Trauma fucking sucks and so does everything, yeah ? but you don’t have to like fucking harm yourself and shit to stop it . You can just .. relax” His hands pushed themselves onto your shoulders, pulling you into him. “ just relax, yeah ? “

“ it’s not that easy-“

“ I know , kid. But just try, for me atleast ? i don’t wanna have to save your ass again ok?” He laughed causing you to nod and laugh. “ let me take you home , yeah ?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“yeah.. you just gotta relax a little , talk to someone and just.. breathe , yeah ? You got this kid” You stood leaning against the balcony facing your new saviour.

“ i will. I’m like a month clean so..”

“damnn kid. I’m proud . Keep it up.” His hand ruffled your hair before tracing your face. “ you’re too pretty to be facing all this shit up here .”

“ spider-man thinks i’m pretty ?” you laughed before turning away , hiding your now tinted cheeks .

“ shit..maybe.. i’m just saying your heads fucked and you’re too pretty to deal with it. You’d make an ugly corpse too so don’t die cause you’ll ruin your appearance…” he laughed , you laughed along.

“ mhmm thank you. For uh… all of it?..you know saving me or whatever you wanna..i owe you..” you smiled before turning away . “ goodnight..”

“ goodnight Cariño”

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LO RANT:

I want everyone and their mama to remember that Persephone isn’t actually a grown up. She’s forever fucking 19, I swear I face palm myself every time someone tries to bring that up. Everyone wondering why Demeter is so desperate to stop Persephone going through with this is insane to me because the way I see it Demeter is witnessing her forever teenaged daughter get whisked away into marriage with a man THOUSANDS of years older than her, who in the past has treated her like dog shit and black balled her attempts of rightfully getting title as queen of the mortal realm, has treated women like absolute objects to sexualize and show off to his brothers, abuses his power as king and boss of everyone in the underworld, has shown to have very violent and abusive behaviors and tendencies, has obvious dependency issues, is very obsessive, greedy, gaslighting, manipulating, has a fetish for flower nymphs which Persephone produces and has been stated by the comic to look like them, openly accepts unpaid labor from innocent souls he exploits, and honestly the list goes on.

Bottom line is I have no clue why everyone is not on Demeter’s side. Excluding that stupid ass intervention cause I’ll be honest I don’t even believe that’s actual Demeter, that was literally just a filler chapter to make us ship Persephone and Hades like Persephone isn’t going to be in a dangerous relationship with this man who barely knows her and wants to get to know her. Reread that entire fucking paragraph again you guys because half of it was me stating things that Hades does, so why is he husband of the year again? He doesn’t do anything good for Persephone and he doesn’t even try and change for her. All the changes has been coming from Persephone and her brain isn’t even fully developed yet. And for the folks saying that it’s not the same as humans, I don’t care cause that statement eats balls anyways, if 19 is a healthy and completely normal adult age in god years I’m pretty sure all the gods around Persephone must be fucking ancient because they’ve been there for CENTURIES. I’m sorry but I cannot and will not accept that these literal 10000 year olds will look at Persephone and not see a toddler, if I’m over 100 years old I’m not going to be standing around treating someone who’s barely 19 like some 30 year old mainly because we’re not using our moral or our time scales so that wouldn’t make sense in the first place.

But yeah, Persephone is not mature and although I’m glad some people are starting to realize it it’s still a little odd that y’all are trying to overcompensate her personality and make her seem responsible and put together when she quite literally acts like she’s never left the womb and you can’t blame it on being sheltered anymore at least at this point in the story because Persephone has the most access to knowledge and if she really strived to actually be a competent being in either the underworld or Olympus she would’ve used that smart brain of hers and did some research. She’s literally just an underdeveloped teenager who’s childish and isn’t capable of being 30 years old because physically and mentally she can never age so she’ll basically forever be barely legal. Thank you for reading this bullshit rant I hope many people see it and start realizing this because the way some people just throw the whole 30 years old thing and growth around with her character is atrocious when she’s never made a smart decision in her damn life without someone spoon feeding her the answers.

Of course Demeter would be concerned and scared of Persephone being with Hades since they’re both absolutely fucking terrible for each other and obviously a lot of the people on their “team” don’t actually give two shits about them because if they genuinely did they would’ve never let them meet in the first place.

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Rematch Of Feelings - S. Baro

Synopsis: Y/n and Baro's usual soccer 1v1 rematch brings in a large crowd monthly, however this month is not what she expected. With a sick Baro on her hands she simply can't verse him. Taking him back to his house she runs into more unsuspected issues, including Baro's usual afternoon routine. Pairing: Shoei Baro X Reader Warning: N/a - slight swearing/name calling

Shoei Baro, just the thought of him made my lips curl and a grin begin to entertain itself upon my lips. The soccer ball rolled under my foot, back and forth at pace none of the looming crowd could ever do, all for this one moment they were here. A monthly habit that always falls on the first of the month. A greed between two egoist that had to be settled to see who was the usual victory, the best striker out there. We all knew I was, just gave him the crown to feed his usually big ego. 

‘He’s late.’ they shouted, 

Who wouldn’t be late with the title of “king”, I looked to the distance where the crowd had begin to loosen and draw to either side. When he stepped against the flatten grass I could feel something was up, it wasn’t in myself rather him. His whole aura was off, and affected and I questioned if I should be concerned as it didn’t feel like him rather flat and tired. His eyes drew to the floor as he made his way over till he loomed over though in actual fact it felt like I was looming over him. With one look I knew that if we would play it would be mine without hassle. 

‘Baro?’ I whispered, 

The boy’s eyes loomed with heavy bags, his face pale and he was already breaking a sweat. His eyes danced, casted by dizzy spells and I knew he was too sick to play a good game. I kicked the ball up and caught it, throwing it into my bag cursing that I wouldn’t go against him if he’s in this physically unwell for this, it only made him angry. 

‘I’ve been waiting all month to go against you and you call it off?’ An onslaught of coughs and words that obviously caused him much pain slipped his lips, 

By the time it had slipped his lips, my things were collected in one bag and hung over my shoulder in a duffle bag, arms crossed as he gripped my collar in anger. 

‘I’m not going against you when you're obviously unwell, if I go against the king then I go against him when he’s at his best, you got that?’ I questioned him in annoyance, a spiteful tone lifted from my lips.

 It wasn’t rage, just annoyance, and he was sick, and though it was weak for me to say I cared for him, there were some underlying feelings there, ones I couldn’t act on for more or less obvious reasons. The collar of my shirt scrunched within his hand, it held my weight as my feet dangled though it was for a spilt second too much energy just to pick me up. He had begun to sway in front of me and I questioned if I had to catch him. 

‘I’m fine, just a common cold. Too scared to fight me, princess?’ 

Princess wasn’t his usual nickname for me. His cheeks burnt and I questioned if it was a misslip of the tongue, where were the usual commoner or snarky side-remarks? I grumbled releasing that that there was no point in arguing such nonsense to someone who obviously wasn’t with it. I turned to the upset crowd and smiled. 

‘It’s over losers, see ya next time.’ 

‘Don’t say that shit to me princess.’ he growled, 

He was weak and I estimated he would be roughly eighty kilos with a physical physique like that. I lifted him over and he flopped over my shoulder. His stomach engulfed my shoulder, and though I would probably drop him on any normal day, him just standing there swaying over and over caused more questions than it answered.

‘Fuck Baro, couldn’t you’ve been lighter today.’ 

I knew he was passing out, in residual comfort as he began to weigh down more upon my shoulder than he originally did. He gave me his address slowly out of spite or confusion- whichever came first. He was sure tough, it wasn’t a regular common cold to take down a mammoth like him but I was sure his mother of three children would have at least some medicine to ease the sweltering temperature forming on his forebrow otherwise I'd have to buy it, and make him pay me back. 

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His body bounced as I threw him onto the doona of his made bed. He grumbled how it was now messy and began to crease yet that wasn’t the first thing on my mind. I slipped the messily tied shoes of his feet, then the socks and shin guards, the rest he could easily take off when I leave as I wanted to not see other unmentionables. I sighed and grabbed a clean training towel of his wiping the sweat away from my face before throwing it into his dirty laundry basket. I could see him begin to stagger up yet pushed him down with my hand in annoyance. 

‘Baro, you're sick, you need to rest.’ I grumbled, 

His hair had fallen out of its usual gell position, laid in strands around his face. He was agitated but both agreed and disagreed with what I had said. Still trying to get up it took most my weight to keep him down, in annoyance I bluntly questioned him, 

‘What’s you deal, You need to rest so can you just fucking res-’ 

‘Big brother we’re home!’ 

I heard the faint angelic voices from downstairs, his eyes widened as if he some sort of consciousness left. My lips parted as he was becoming more of the vein of my existence than an issue he I thought originally. I pushed him back down and fumbled with my things, throwing them to his desk as I stretched to deal with the situation. 

‘They’re my sisters.’ 

No shit sherlock. I grumbled and told him I’d distract them until the medicine at least took some effect and he could do something even if it was sit on the couch and watch whatever eye gouging show they thought was brilliant. I left his room to see two bug eyed, black haired girls standing in the hallway grinning at me as if I wasn’t some random person who had broken into their house with their unconscious brother momentarily. I smiled. 

‘Hi there I’m Y/n-’ ‘Are you big brother’s girlfriend?!’

It was the first time my cheeks have gone pink, they were warm and I looked away. It was too hard explaining my rivalry with Baro and just to add extra salt to the flesh wound of being carried away by his rival who was a girl I said yes. They giggled and questioned where he was, their innocent eyes staring upon the door with big frowns that took up most of their faces. I closed the door and gave them a soft smile, the medicine should sink in soon otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do with two children especially if they were as horrid as Baro. 

‘He’s sick, mind if I get you some afternoon tea and watch a few things till he feels a little better?’ 

They nodded and jumped in glee and as the two hours rolled passed and the girls had fallen asleep within my lap. By their looks on their faces they would be asleep for multiple hours, kindergarten must have made them pass out. I slipped up and toppled over the back of the couch knowing my presence wouldn’t be needed anytime soon. I snuck into Baro’s room, pulling up a spare blanket on to the cold body of his I couldn’t help but kiss his forehead as I collected my things and left. 

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‘I heard it didn’t go down to good for you yesterday,’ the small talker had paused looked down at his books and back up where still no eye contact between me and him was made, I was preoccupied by an incoming message from a certain someone, ‘I know you were excited about the whole thing, ya know going against the king and all. 

‘It’s fine.’ I grunted out a mutter, fingers playing around loosely with the sides of my phone as he moved away to class with urgency, 

My cheeks fluttered a peach color, my eyes snapped around to see if someone had seen me blushing before I disappeared quickly into the bathroom. The stall door closed behind me with a thud. My hands trembled around the edges and an uncomfortable feeling was looming over one that left my stomach in knots of butterflies. 

Shoei Baro (11:30am) - “Thanks donkey for yesterday. Though calling yourself my girlfriend was a low blow, guess you ought to come around soon they can’t stop speaking about you.” 

You (11:43am) - “Is it just the girls or are you just saying it about yourself because if I remember correctly I was a princess to you yesterday, dumbass.” 

I could see him typing and got nervous, though it was only Baro- nothing more nothing less. I’m sure he got a shock when I revealed his secret nickname to his now aware and conscious state and I wished I was the fly on the wall. 

Shoei Baro (11:45am) - “It’s that the pot calling the kettle black? Didn’t you kiss my forehead yesterday too if i’m not mistaken? I can tell it pissed you off that I know that- why don’t we have a rematch my place tomorrow or not if you’re too afraid.”

You (11:50am) Unfinished - “Sure you royal pain in the arse, just don’t cry when I win. Now go back to whatever work studies you got, I gotta go do actual school-” 

It laid in the box for a while, unfinished the sentence because when you minus the egos he scared me yesterday. Got my stomach in knots and myself all worked up because he was sick. I didn’t want to see him like that again. I stiffened out a sigh, my head pressed against the door rolling back and forth until I had found the words to finish my sentence to add onto the unfinished messaged to Shoei Baro that showed I actually cared.  You (11:52am) - “Sure, you royal pain in the arse, just don’t cry when I win. Just don’t ever scare me like that again, I honestly thought you were going to die, you stupid moron. - I’ll see you tomorrow for that rematch I’ll obviously win, bye for now, Baro.”