#they're just toys I know but I loved them dearly

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I was exploring one of those platforms where people sell second hand vintage toys & dolls, I found a few ones I used to own and man did I tear up

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I have a rant and it's stupid but it's a rant

I do not like milk I have NEVER liked milk and in my brain milk is ONLY allowed on cereal and with cookies (also I'm probably lactose intolerant or something because the bathroom trips are NOT worth it)

Now with all that being said I understand littles wanting that nostalgic feeling when drinking milk or you might like it in general idk whatever the reason you do you

But I need to read a fic with a sleepy little and one of the Marvel men carrying they around the kitchen while setting up the tea kettle, then walking over to a cabin with decades worth of a tea collection (calling myself out rn I have tea from before I was born passed to me from my grandma it's still good) but after preparing the bottle with beautifully brewed tea they sit with they're little feeding them till they pass out

Anyway thank you for coming to my rant/Ted talk you can 100% ignore this I hope you have a good day

Cabin time!

Steve rogers x Bucky barnes x Little!gn reader

Masterlist - All my work!

A/N - I really hope you like this! I was so excited to write this because I absolutely relate to you, I hate milk, I write it in a lot of my stories because I know a lot of littles love milk, but I absolutely agree that it's just not worth the bathroom trips at all-. But this story is one of my favorites that I have written so far. I hope you like it!! (P.s I was so tempted to write this as Strange x Tony but I feel like Steve and Bucky would have centuries of tea that they collect)

Warnings: None! Pure fluff.

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You buzzed with excitement as you watched the trees past you. The smell of the rainforest surrounding you in the car as your two favorite caregivers sit in the front seats, a lofi playlist playing softly through the speakers.

You clutch your favorite stuffie in your hand, your paci safely in your mouth, giggles filling your throat, alerting your papa that you were awake.

“Morning sunshine, were about 10 minutes out.” Steve glanced back at you from the rear-view window, smiling as he sees your relaxed but excited state.

You mumble something incoherent behind your pacifier as a response which makes both of your caregivers chuckle. Bucky turns slightly in his seat to face you in the back seat watching the sparkle in your eyes that grows every second from seeing the trees that you all love so much.

You, Steve, and Bucky all like to go up to your cabin every November where its a little colder and stay there for about 2 weeks, away from anything and everything that could take them away from you. They make sure that they leave their jobs back at home when they're with you in the cabin, being your caregivers and loving you dearly.

When you guys arrive at the Cabin, your Dada climbs out of the passenger seat and helps you out of the backseat, carrying you with his metal arm as he helps Steve carry some bags with his other.

He walks up to the cabin with you clutching his shirt and you happily laying on his shoulder, comforted by his touch and his smell. He kisses your head as your papa opens the door. ITs later in the day, the sun begins to set behind the trees and the night creatures begin to wake. This means that the boys want to get you in and settle in time to hopefully get you down for bed at a reasonable time.

Your dada sets down the bags he carried in before heading to drop you into your play pen that looked like you left it when you left last november. Your precious toys need a serious catch up of blabbled and stories, so your dada sets you in there so him and your papa could unload the car.

You pick up the bunny sitting near you and begin to play, telling your old friends about your best friends Peter and Stephen, how you guys would cause your caregivers a hard time all for the giggles and laughs. Getting up to no good is fun with your best friends.

The two finish bringing in the items from the car before steve comes over and scoops you up with your bunny and turtle friend, kissing your nose and crading you in his chest.

You look up at him with droopy eyes, the nap in the car not sufficing for keeping you awake to far past bedtime. You drop one of the stuffied to ball steves shirt in your hand before burying your face in his chest, the comfort of your papa settling in.

“Does my sleepy baby want some tea?” Steve softly whispers as he begins to walk to the cabins kitchen. You nod into his chest, your favorite drink sounds wonderful right now.

You had always struggled with the taste texture and how milk made you feel, so you loved tea, any time you could, big or little you were drinking tea. When you were little it was your favorite thing to have before you go to bed, some nice herbal tea while being held by the people you felt the safest with.

Steve carries you around the kitchen, filling the kettle and placing it on the stove while keeping you securely in his arms. He leaves little kisses on your head as he grabs your favorite tea out of the cabinet, and grabbing a bottle that can safely hold the warm drink.

Once the kettle gets warm enough that the waters just almost boiling, he pulls it off the heat and carefully puts together your tea. Making sure to keep anything hot away from you until the bottles made and ready for you to drink.

You both walk out of the kitchen to bucky on the couch in comfortable clothes and some blankets surrounding him, he has your favorite movie to watch when you get to the cabin set up and hes so ready for some cuddles.

Steve sits down next to bucky with you in his arms, he puts the bottle of tea to your lips as bucky softly pulls your legs onto his lap, rubbing gentle small circles on your calf as he presses play on the movie.

Life was perfect.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom to either get me what I've asked for, or to just get me gift cards?

This probably makes me sound horrible and ungrateful, but this is an issue I've had for about the last ten years of my life. I love my mother dearly, and I am so insanely grateful that we are in a financial position where we can receive gifts at all. I'd genuinely be happy with just a card and a cozy day in, but my mom always insists it isn't Christmas without at least one or two things under the tree.

I always ask her routinely as we inch toward the later months of the year what she'd like, and I do my best to get her exactly what she wants. I'll get her one or two other things too, like some skincare or chocolates or shoes or something, but I always stick to what she actually asks for.

If she asks me for a specific dress, she'll get it. If she asks me for a certain type of perfume, she'll get it.

The same....Cannot be said for her.

I've begged her over the years to just stick to getting me what I ask for. I don't ask for anything expensive. I think the most expensive thing I've ever asked for were concert tickets, and I offered to pay half. I just more or less wanted help actually getting them, because as we all know, concert tickets sell so fast its like you blink and they're gone, and the more people you have trying to get them the more chances of success.

Usually I'll ask for something like a particular poster I saw online, or a bedding set, a new phone case, ect. Small, easy to get things because honestly, I don't need that much.

What I actually end up with is a bunch of random stuff I will never use and clothing I'd never wear and once or twice, tickets to do things I hate doing.

Its like she asks me what I want then goes out of her way to get me the exact opposite of what I've asked for. She always pouts at me and berates me for 'looking disappointed' or never using anything she gets me (I hold onto it for a few months then quietly give it away to a friend or thrift store).

It makes me feel guilty, but this is a conversation we have every. Single. Christmas.

(For example I'll ask for, say, a pair of white shoes. What I'll actually get is a box of wind up toys from the dollar store, expensive paint brushes when I've never touched paint in my life, and a box of chocolates from a brand I don't like.)

This year, once again, she asked me for my list, and I just gave her some stores and told her I'd like gift cards to those places. She gave me a weird look and dropped it, but asked again a few times, and each time I just reiterated what stores I wanted gift cards to.

Well lo behold, I come home from college and there's packages under the tree. Proper packages, not just envelopes or anything else that a gift card would realistically be in.

I guess I was staring at the tree with a weird/sour expression, because it wound up starting an argument between us. Her argument was she's getting me gifts, I should be grateful, and she tries really hard but I'm just 'impossible to please.'

My argument is I tell her repeatedly exactly what I want and not once have I ever gotten what's actually on my list. In which case, why the fuck should I bother writing a list? I'd rather have the gift cards so I can buy exactly what I wanted in the first place.

She said I ask for clothes, I get clothes. I said I ask for specific clothes and she gets me ones that I wouldn't even look at in the store, let alone buy.

The whole argument ended up with her calling me an ungrateful asshole and confiscating my gifts to return them all after the New Year. She told me I can just have the money from returning them and 'be fucking happy for once.'

Its Christmas Eve and she's still not speaking to me. I feel terrible, but I'm also relieved. Either this means from now on she won't get me anything, or from now on if she asks for my list she'll actually get me what's on it.

My dad is staying in the middle. He said I'm right, and over the years he's tried to convince her not to buy all that stuff, but he also said I should've just done what I always do, fake a smile, and get rid of it later.

Is he right or was this fight a blessing in disguise? Am I the asshole for ruining Christmas or am I justified in voicing what I have for the last ten years running?

What are these acronyms?

[whosjunglejim4322]

Incarnadine - E.M

Warnings ® angst, fluff, SMUT, you suck him off<3 Established relationship, mentions of injury, scars, Eddie has nightmares and is still recovering from the Upside Down, lots of reassurance and praise, he's needy but he will never admit it, this story involves wounded Eddie, you show him how beautiful he really is, no matter what <3 good boy! Eddie

Today marks five months exactly. Chatter still moves around town like an echo of an old friend. People are still nervous when they're in crowded spaces, even more nervous when they're alone in their homes, big and ostentatious or small and quaint. They still talk about him like he's a monster, like he's not a victim.

It's excruciating. And maybe you're selfish for saying that, but knowing what you know, it's hard to hear anything negative come out of any snooty or high strung suburban residents mouth's.

The only saving grace is being able to be with him. Everyday, give or take. But this week he will be under your care entirely. After what happened to Chrissy Cunningham, and what happened after, which is regarded as 'the incident', the town of Hawkins did nothing to cover Eddie's medical bills. Despite the fact that he and your friends became faces of a bullshit cover story - to save everyone else's asses.

Wayne has been doing doubles for the past four months and twenty nine days, but his boss has given him an out of town gig that pays twice as much, and goddamn it he will make everything right again. That's his words, not yours. Wayne has taken it hard, understandably so.

You had to explain to him, and your boyfriend alike, that you love Eddie. Dearly, without judgement, with an open heart and mind. Eddie isn't a pass off, and you making sure he's alright is second nature, not obligatory in any definition of the word.

Eddie hates this feeling, admittedly. Like he's a burden, like he's got to be watched after and like everyone has to redirect their lives for him of all people. You'd kill him if he ever said that out loud. The only thing that makes it even remotely worth it, is that you're the one here by his side every day. And not just at the hospital anymore, but here, in his home.

Now, you're gonna be a permanent resident for the foreseeable future and he can't hide his excitement despite the physical pain he's in.

"Eddie, Eds, baby -" Your scolding falls on deaf ears and turns into a full blown giggle before you're able to establish any actual authority. The brunette is too worried about kissing your face like an overly excited golden retriever, elated that you're finally here. "you're not healed."

You keep your eyes from staring at the mauve and plum colored scar that decorates the side of his neck.

He groans petulantly, nipping your earlobe. His chest and back and sides are still on fire after all this time. It doesn't really go away, it just simmers down like someone has stopped on the flames. He's gotten used to it, but not enough to push it. Not enough to forego your advice and pounce you like he normally would.

"l probably won't ever be healed, what harms' a little lovin'?" He toys with the strands of your hair that are unruly, smiling down at you like he hasn't been through the literal pits of hell and back. It'll never not amaze you, his resilience. He doesn't even notice it in the creases of his smile lines or the shake of his hands.

"We have plenty of time for lovin', Munson. Just not right away. I haven't even gotten a good look at your pretty face."

His blush burns across his nose, cheeks, and brow bone. You reach up to cup his jaw, to stroke his skin. He leans into the touch like he hasn't felt your warmth in eons, sighing through his nostrils. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, and opens them when you lean in to kiss his chin.

"I really...I'm glad you're here. You don't have to -"

You flick his nose.

"Shut up, I love you, dummy. Don't you know that I practically begged Wayne to let me tend to sweet little Eddie? Hmm?" You've grabbed two thick handfuls of his hair, swinging it above his head like puppy dog ears. He chortles, scrunching his face.

"and by the way, you're right. I don't have to do anything. I want to." His cheeks are squishy and moldable between your palms, lips pouty and too kissable to bear.

He believes you. He believes it in the way you peck his mouth over and over again, little strings of your shared saliva in the middle. He believes it in the way you allow him to wrap his arms around your middle and pull you close to his still healing body. In the way you trust him enough to let him grab your hands and place them on his waist.

You tense, and then relax when he pulls away with sparkles in his eyes.

"Just didn't want anyone else to be here playin' doctor with me, did ya sweetheart?"

The nights always start the same. Eddie gets up halfway between the movie that's on, wincing and giving you an apologetic smile. Cold showers help when they burn, which seems to happen mostly at night. You're still new this, to the interdimensional eldritch horror situation - but you know enough about it through Dustin Henderson's graphic retellings to know that it is having some residual effects.

As far as when they will go away, if they go away, everyone is still in the dark about it. No one has had such awful injuries from being in the Upside Down, and survived.

Doctor Owens is only sure about a few things. It won't spread. And it won't kill him. However, the pain will stay as long as the scars do.

Eddie is still apprehensive about letting you see them. The one on his neck is the only one that's visible. Instead of waltzing out of the bathroom with just a towel around his lithe hips, he returns fully dressed, wet hair drenching the tops of his broad shoulders. It's like this for almost an entire week.

And you're not angry, you're not hurt. You're just worried. Worried about the tossing and turning in his sleep, the fearful whimpers that sometimes escape him during the midnight hours. He sometimes even clings to you so hard in his half consciousness, that you wake up with fingerprint shaped bruises.

Tonight is no different.

His hair is still damp against his pillow case, he wriggles and writhes and mutters words you can't quite interpret. Your back is facing his, warm and solid. You feel him twitch and whine, and it tears you from the half conscious state you're in.

You roll over, carefully placing your arm around the expanse of his hip, resting your nose against the nape of his neck. This usually calms him down, sometimes he even sleeps through the whole night if you hold him like this.

"Burns..." His voice is small, almost silent. Your body reacts instantly, removing itself from his proximity so you can sit up and give him a once over. He rolls over onto his back, and a tear slips from the corner of his half opened eyes.

Your heart cracks in half, and all of your love for him spills into your body, lighting you up like a bonfire.

"What can I do? Please, tell me what to do." The lump in your throat is obtuse. He reaches out, grabbing at your arm like he's offended you left him. He blinks a few times, licks his lips, and you know he's awake now.

"Ice pack - there's an ice pack in the freezer." He sounds reluctant, like the idea of you doing anything for him when he's like this, hurts. It should be the other way around. He thinks to himself. He's in too much pain to put up a fight about it.

You bound out of bed, around his long legs and over the clutter on his floor until you're booking it towards the dark kitchen. Slinging open the freezer, you search for a quick minute until you see the blue ouch sitting atop a miscellaneous selection of frozen meat and vegetables.

A Hershey's bar in the door calls for your attention, but you save that thought for a later time.

"Got it," you breathe out, returning to the quiet room. Eddie is sitting up, panting, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. His bottom lip quivers and you feel like you're breaking in half. You sit across from him, moving his hair out from in front of his face. "baby, let me see."

He stalls for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling. He has to prepare himself for the worst, for you being so terrified of how he looks now that you may run. He isn't the same, his body isn't the same as the one you touched before. He takes a deep breath.

"I gotta...gotta get this off." He gestures to his shirt, arms stiff from the searing pain coursing through his nerves. You move slowly, gently. You grasp the hem of his shirt, Black Sabbath, and carefully lift the material past his abdomen. A strained whine leaves his lips when it's almost over his head, when he has to lift his hands in the air so you can pull it off.

The moonlight is beautiful. A pale iridescent light that serves as a reminder, I'm here you're safe, I'm bathing lovers in my essence. It's the only thing that illuminates his body, the still healing skin. They're pink and purple and form ridges and valleys across his belly, sides, chest. It takes your breath away, the thought of those things doing this to him. You gasp when a tear cascades down your bottom lip.

Wiping it away fervently, you realize you've been staring. Eddie is so still you have to look up at him just to make sure he's still here.

Big brown eyes stare back at you, glossy. He looks crestfallen, like hes waiting for the worst. Waiting for you to scream, look disgusted, call him a monster. His bottom lip is wobbling again, and you are careful to avoid the injuries when you reach over and smash your lips into his.

It takes him a moment to realize that you're kissing him. Not just kissing him, you're fucking consuming him. Now he's the one breathless, clenching fist-fulls of his bed sheets while you hold his fevering face in your soft palms. Your noses are scrunched together, neither of you can breathe, and you hold it for just a moment longer so that you can taste his tongue before you're pulling away.

"Holy fuck." He pants. For some odd reason, the pain has lessened.

"Lay back, tell me which one hurts the most okay?" You say it like you his pupils aren't blown out, like his breathing isn't eerily steady. You say it like he isn't blush and kiss bitten. He listens, leaning back. How the fuck have you made him speechless?

You crawl beside him, sitting on your heels and pretend not to be disheveled. His hand has found purchase on your hip, rubbing circles against the skin that's exposed from your shirt rising up.

"The one in the middle...s'the worst." He watches you with intensity, every move, every breath. You hover over the healed wound with the blue ice pack. His belly tenses.

You're light with your hands. So gentle, all he feels is relief instead of discomfort or pain. The doctors had been rough, probably had something to do with their own biases. But you. You're a fucking angel, your touch is heavenly and all consuming. He's melting into the mattress, sighing in relief as the coolness graces his skin.

You feel your heart piecing back together, looking over to see his eyes half lidded, his tears dry. He keeps a steady pace with his thumb against your hip.

"Better? Worse? Talk to me." Your voice isn't scolding. It isn't judgmental. It's curious. He smiles like he's drunk, staring up at you. He's never looked more beautiful.

"Better, much better." There's a mischievous lilt in his tone. You quirk your eyebrow, giggling.

"What is it, Munson? You look like the cat who got the cream. Or however that goes," you trace the blue veins that branch outwards at the corner of his inner elbow. "it's cute, but I feel like I should be worried."

"I thought you'd think I was horrendous. A real freak show." He tries to sound like he's half joking, widens his eyes comically and snarls his lip sardonically - but you cock your head, confused.

Eddie thought you wouldn't love him anymore.

"Are you fucking insane?" It's the harshest you've sounded all night, and he can't help but to chuckle. It hurts his ribs, but the giggles bellow from him like smoke.

"Eddie, you're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. I don't say that to blow sunshine up your ass, I say it because I mean it," you stroke his face, and he seems bewildered. "you're so pretty it hurts. You always will be, to me. How could I? Why would I-?"

You sound like you're on the verge of tears again, and his bones feel heavy, stomach churning. He sits up, disregarding the burn, and places his warm palms against the sides of your neck. You look at him like he's just said something inhumane.

"Baby, hey," he presses his forehead to yours. "I love you, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, his curls tickle your face. "You don't have to be sorry Eddie, of course not. Just...I love you so fucking much."

He wants to cry again, but he doesn't. He mouths the side of your cheeks. Your eyelids. The tip of your nose. "I love you too sweetheart," he pecks your mouth. "more...more than I'll ever really be able to say." And again. And again.

You probably shouldn't be as slick between your legs as you are right now. But you can't bring yourself to feel guilty about it. Not when he's kissing you like this, the way he knows you like, in a way that you haven't felt for three entire months because of the state his body has been in.

His hair billows through your fingers, and you absentmindedly pull him closer to your mouth by the roots. He groans in your mouth, a sound that reverberates through your throat, downwards behind your ribs. It flurries through your body like a memory that's so close you can taste it; feel it.

You pull back hastily, wired from the tips of your ears to the bottom of your feet. He looks so goddamn pretty, so messy and raw. You stroke his plump bottom lip with your thumb. He resists the urge to suck it into his mouth. He doesn't know if you're ready for that type of thing yet.

"I wanna suck you off, Eddie."

Well fuck.

He looks as incredulous as you expect, eyes practically bugging out of his head. His cheeks puff outwards when he lets a breath out.

"Really? You're serious?" He knows the answer. You're looking at him like he's the reason for your starvation.

"I want to...I want to make you feel good Eds," his cock was already growing, now it's practically bursting at the seams. You grab his big hands, bringing rough knuckles to the surface of your lips. "wanna make you cum. Will you let me? Do you want that?"

He feels a little dizzy. He honestly didn't know when you two would ever be able to do anything like this again. Hell, he couldn't fathom you liking his appearance anymore, let alone asking to suck his dick with the lilt of a beg in your voice.

"Jesus Christ, yeah baby 'course I want it. Y-you're sure you want this- ohh, ohh sweetheart."

You've already brought your palm to his pants, stroking the twitching appendage underneath. He's so touch deprived he doesn't know what to do with himself, so he settles for throwing his head back, gripping at the sheets once again for dear life.

You don't want to wait. You're set a fire on the inside, between your legs aches to be filled but you're too focused on making him feel good to really want anything done about it. Him. That's what matters right now. The desperate groan that escapes him, the vein bulging at his jugular.

"Lay back baby." You kiss his throat, and he does as you ask.

You're careful when you kiss his chest. You move around the scars, teetering around the perimeters. He's stuck between wanting to close his eyes, and wanting to watch every move you make. You're careful, delicate like he's the most important thing in the world.

As you kiss the trail of hair underneath his belly button, across alabaster hip-bones, you pull his bottoms off all the while.

From your position, it nudges against your chin when it's out of the confines of his pajamas, dribbling with precum, sticky all the way down the shaft. You coo, kissing the tops of his thighs. Eddie doesn't know what to do with himself. He's never felt this vulnerable, this fucking horny. His balls are about to burst.

"Eddie...you're so hard. Baby, mm, my boy." You grip the very base, starting your mouths ascent from there. He whimpers into the cool air of his bedroom, holding on by a very thin veil of consciousness. Your elbows rest between his thighs, belly atop his mattress. You close your eyes and hum when you get to the swollen, ruby tip.

"Oh god - please," he doesn't know what he's begging for. For your mouth, your being, your soul. His fingers grasp your face as your tongue gathers the pre arousal that's made such a mess of him. You have to hold his shaft steady so that the twitching doesn't move him away from your lips. "feels so fucking good, you've no idea."

The praise is getting to your head. You feel wetness leaking from your hole, dripping into your underwear. You pull his cock forward slightly, angling it so that you can take him in your mouth.

His whole body clenches when you slide it in.

He's moaning obscenities into the wind, writhing like he's too overwhelmed to think. He is. It's been so long. Too long, since he felt you like this. Since he felt your mouth. You're feeling the same sentiment as you begin to stroke what you can't fit, from the thatch of brunette hair to the glossy head. The salty aftertaste of his pre-cum keeps you satiated.

It's intoxicating, being able to make him feel like this. Feeling him fill your mouth and throat up like this. Just knowing the sounds he's making are not only for you but because of you - that's enough to have you on the verge of an indescribably neediness yourself.

"Taste' so good Eds, missed this."

It's barely coherent, but he knows your voice too well - knows your sweet talk too well. The most excruciating part is that you mean it, you say it with so much truth he feels it in every part of his body.

You suck him off like you've missed it as much as he has. Because you have. You're not shy, not ashamed. The sounds are lewd and sticky and wet, it's driving him fucking mad. He reaches down to grasp one of.your hands that are around his cock, replacing it with the intertwinement of his fingers.

You take him further, till the head of his cock touches your uvula, and you gag. Eddie groans like he's in pain, but you know he isn't. He's thrusting up into your mouth, chasing all of your warmth, all of your spit even though most of it has leaked from your mouth and coated his balls and inner thighs.

"Ohhhh shit, m'gonna cum baby I can feel it," he looks down, fucked completely out by this point. You're a fucking goddess, messy hair and a wet mouth and fluttering lashes. "don't stop, p-please."

You wouldn't dream of it, not when he's so close. Not when you can feel the muscles in his abdomen clenching, convulsing. Not when he sounds so pretty, so unbelievably yours.

You moan around him, elated by the fact that you're able to please him like this, and Eddie is a goner.

"Cu-cumming!" He's barely able to breathe it out.

He shoved his face into the pillow beside him, biting down on the fabric. The sound that rips through him is animalistic, and you have to use a good bit of your strength to keep his thighs parted as he spurts his seed into your mouth, down your throat.

You don't let up until you've swallowed every drop, every remnant of his arousal. His chest is rising and falling with such a rapid pace, you're almost worried you've hurt him.

But then he's looking down at you, with your mouth releasing from his semi softening cock. He's got glossy eyes again, blotches of red on his neck and chest and face. His hair is sticking to him like saran wrap and this big, dopey smile is etched across his face. His tongue darts out to lick the perspiration from his upper lip.

He doesn't have to ask for you to start moving towards him. When you're in close enough proximity, where he can actually manage to move a limb, he's grabbing your face and pressing your lips to his like a man starved.

Your giggle echoes his own.

"When I'm mobile again," he suckles your tongue, tasting himself.

"I'm showing you no mercy, sweetheart"

[osleeplessflowero]

Okay! I may have forgotten but I don't think you've done Underfell Papyrus yet? I'm curious how you would interpret him as a lot of people seem to make him very one note.

Could you do a First Impressions thing? Can the Reader be female as well? Up to you if this takes place on the surface or if Reader fell into the Underground. (Bonus points if you feel like including or just referencing Doomfanger!)

i have written him briefly before, but i am more than happy to write edge content again!! i love him dearly <3 thank you for your request! 🌸

🛍️First Meeting🖤

It's a warm, sunny morning. Barely any clouds are visible in the sky as a car comes to a stop, finding the perfect spot in a mall's parking lot. The moment the car stops, a child opens one of the back doors, sliding out and holding out their arms so a cat can jump into them. A skeleton closes the door beside the driver's seat, pushing up sharp shades over his eyesockets.

"Alright, Human, Listen To Me Carefully." He kneels down to be at eye level with the child. The two had gotten much closer when the monsters had finally surfaced two years ago, Frisk having found themself spending a lot more time with the skeleton brothers they'd grown fond of.

"This Is A Large Place Full Of Unfamiliar Figures. We Are Here To Pick Out Furniture That Doomfanger Herself Prefers, So I Am Tasking You With Keeping A Close Eye On Her. You Know Well How She Likes To Run Off, So I Am Entrusting You With Watching Over Her. Can You Do That?"

They nod eagerly, holding the fluffy cat in their arms happily.

"Very Good. Now, Let Us Head Inside, Hmm?" He smiles, standing back up and beginning to walk, Frisk following close by. "Do Not Walk Through Here Without Being Careful. There Are Lunatics Out Here." He narrows his hidden eyesockets and leans his hand down so they can hold it to ensure their safety, Frisk shifting Doomfanger to their other arm as they do.

"I'd Have Asked My Bonehead Brother To Watch Her, But..Well..He Worked Hard Yesterday. I'll Let Him Rest For Today. He Needs It, This Time." He holds the door open for them, letting them walk in first before following close behind.

They sign something to him, making him let out a cackle.

After a few minutes, they manage to find the store they're looking for. The skeleton carefully takes Doomfanger from Frisk's arms, holding her up to one of the taller shelves.

"Alright, Which Of These Do You Prefer, Little Miss?" He waits patiently until the cat baps one of the various beds that she likes best, nodding in agreement and putting it in a shopping cart.

Frisk gestures a silent chuckle, looking over some cutesy cat sticker sheets nearby. They look from left to right before taking a sheet out of their backpack, slapping a heart sticker on one of the shelves before rejoining him.

"Hold Her For A Moment, I Believe I Saw The Collars Over There..I Will Be Right Back. Stay Put."

They nod in agreement, a determined look on their face as they hold the cat that's currently trying to escape their hold. Once he's walked off, they shift their focus to some squeaky toys with funny jokes written on them, ones they think Sans would appreciate if he were present. They take out their phone and send some pictures to him for later, including one of them holding Doomfanger and making a silly face.

While temporarily distracted, the cat takes this opportunity to leap out of their hold, resulting in an almost silent gasp as they run to chase her down.

"Alright, I've Found An Exa- OH MY STARS WHERE DID MY CHILD GO-" He looks around hurriedly before seeing their silhouette running out of the store, sitting the cart aside and running after them.

The child darts across the hall, chasing after the cat that's rapidly speeding away into a clothing store. They look around worriedly once they lose sight of her, scanning the aisles before spotting her nuzzling against someone's leg.

You kneel down to pet the random, cute cat. "Oh my goodness, you're so soft! Your owner must be worried sick about you."

Frisk runs over, catching their breath.

"Oh, hello, is this cat yours sweetheart?" You ask, holding her in your arms.

They nod quickly, holding out their arms as you place her back in them.

"I'm guessing she ran away from you?"

Another nod.

"Well, it's a good thing she's in safe hands now." You smile. They feel a little more reassured, but then start to panic. They ran off, and they don't know this mall that well! What if they can't find Papyrus? What if they're lost?

Tears prick at the corners of their eyes as you hurry over to them, kneeling to be at eye level.

"What's wrong, dear?" You frown, reaching up to wipe their tears away.

They quickly sign: 'I'm lost, I need to find my guardian, I ran away from him trying to catch her. I don't remember the way back.'

"Oh.." You look around. "What store was he in? I can show you where it is."

They perk up at that. 'It was a pet store. It had a lot of stickers.'

"I think I know which one you're talking about! Yeah..I can show you the way. Would you like to hold my hand? You can stay with me until we find him. I wouldn't trust anybody else around here." You narrow your eyes, holding your hand out. They take it gratefully, following close behind as you lead the way back to the store. You're about halfway there when you see a tall figure running towards you, coming to a stop when he sees Frisk at your side.

"Oh, Thank The Stars, You're Alright-" He lets out a sigh of relief, kneeling as they rush over. "Don't Run Off Where I Can't See You! It..Worries Me."

Tears prick at the corners of their eyes again as they hold Doomfanger close. 'I'm sorry. She ran away.'

He lets out a quiet sigh, reaching up to wipe their tears away with his gloved hands. "I'm Not Angry At You. Just Please Be More Careful, Next Time."

They nod, reaching their arms up. He picks them up with relative ease, now turning to you. You smile once you're acknowledged, the same expression having been on your face the entire time.

"..I..Thank You For Taking Care Of Them, Miss. If Something Had Happened To Them, I Do Not Know What I Might Have Done."

"Oh, of course. I'd hate for something to have happened.. it's a good thing they found me and not somebody with more sinister intentions. I'm glad they're safe with someone they trust now." You hold your hands together in front of yourself.

"Yes..Precisely." He clears his throat. "I Would Like To Somehow Compensate You As Thanks For Watching Over Them. Anything You Need."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly-"

"I Insist."

You think for a moment. "..How about..we go get coffee together? There's a place for it just a bit away from here. We can get something for them, too."

"Hmm. This Will Suffice. Does That Sound Good To You?" He turns to Frisk, who nods excitedly in response. "Very Well, I Will Return To Make My Purchases And..Meet You Back Here?"

"Sounds good to me. Ah, I forgot to introduce myself- my name's.." You properly introduce yourself to the skeleton.

"I Am Papyrus, The Great Papyrus. It's Been A Pleasure To Meet You, Miss." He grins, a sharp-toothed smile.

Soon after the both of you get your shopping done and move your things to your respective vehicles, you go to get coffee together (and a sweet drink for Frisk). You've found that he is very specific with his coffee tastes, something you can understand. He's quite witty, despite his intimidating appearance. And from what you can tell, he's..pretty good with kids, too.

Papyrus was..a bit wary of you at first, but still appreciative that you took care of Frisk when he could not. He makes a mental note to watch over them better, to ensure this sort of thing doesn't happen again. Your kindness truly shines through, a warm atmosphere surrounding you right off the bat. By the end of the interaction, he grows to respect you.

"This was really fun, it was super nice meeting you both." You smile as you walk beside the two, looking between them.

Frisk gives him a nudge. "..Likewise, Your Company Was Pleasant."

"Maybe we'll see each other again sometime. That could be fun."

Frisk grins, perking up and walking over. You kneel to be at eye level as they hand you some stickers, a sign that they like you.

"How cute- thank you."

They smile as you pat their head, walking back over to their skeleton guardian.

"It Is Getting Rather Late, I'm Afraid We Must Bid You Farewell, Miss."

"Maybe I'll see you both around." You smile, waving at Frisk as the two walk out. You begin to walk out as well, halting when you feel something fall out of your pocket, picking it up and raising a brow at it.

Frisk has a bit of a skip to their step, leading Papyrus to where he had parked previously, him being a little surprised that they remember.

Once they get in the car, he looks at them via the mirror. "What Are You So Excited About, Hmm?"

They sign where he can see with a smug grin. 'I gave her your number.'

"You SLIPPERY SNAKE! I Must Admire Your Stealth Skills.."

They gesture silent laughter, petting Doomfanger, who lies comfortably in their lap as they begin the drive back home.

[theangelsheardyou]

I know I don't have much of an mha audience on here since I mostly post bsd, but fuck it, bakugou rarepair headcanons bc I cannot stop thinking about them

BakuTsuyu

As the eldest daughter, Tsuyu has some sort of power over Katsuki no one else understands. As an only child he never stood a chance

People often notice how Katsuki starts only listening to Tsu. Kaminari asks him to get him a water bottle, Kats grunts at him to do it himself. But when Tsu asks for it? He's off his feet and gives it to her without a word. Not even a grunt or sign of complaint.

Tsuyu may be calm and soft spoken, which contrasts Katsuki in every way, but that's actually what makes them work.

She's one of the only people who can counter his angry insults without even getting annoyed or upset. She has this superpower and people start calling her the "Bakugou Whisperer"

If someone wants Katsuki to do something, they ask Tsuyu to ask him to do it, bc they know he only will if she's the one asking.

When they go out to the mall with the rest of their class, Tsuyu stays by Katsuki out of instinct. He usually walks a little farther away from the rest of the group but she stays close to him like she's watching over him.

When they pass by a toy store, Katsuki can't help but play with the toys on display, and when he does Tsuyu silently waits for him to finish before they continue walking. No one else does this, and it's like some sort of unwritten rule for the two of them.

Sometimes, when the group is talking loudly and don't hear Tsu speak at all, Katsuki makes use of his big booming voice to tell them to shut up and listen to her speak. Everyone immediately quiets down and Tsuyu gets the chance to actually be heard.

While Tsu absolutely can stand up for herself, especially around Katsuki, she has trouble doing so around strangers. So if she's too meek to speak up against someone who bumped into her or cut in front of her in a line, Katsuki's there to be her guard dog and tell that person off.

Katsuki can be vulnerable around her. I feel like that's the peak when it comes to his relationships--when he can trust them enough to see him be weak.

While he doesn't show it to the rest, Tsuyu can immediately tell when he's in an off mood. And she doesn't force him to talk about it if he's not comfortable. Instead she makes sure she accompanies him, even if they're not talking, just so he knows he's not alone. She doesn't realize how much this means to Katsuki.

It's the other way around for Katsuki. He also has a sixth sense when it comes to her emotions, so he can easily tell when she's not alright. But she tends to keep that to herself as to not bother others. However he makes sure she makes her feelings heard, even if it's just to him, and listens to her when she vents. As someone who's considered the "reliable older sister" of the group, she appreciates this greatly.

Tsuyu's siblings LOVE katsuki. They used to be pretty scared of him, they have seen him on TV during the sports fest after all, but after she brings him home for family dinner, they start to love him dearly. He becomes part of rhe family right away, even if Tsuyu's father doesn't like him immediately.

Tsuyu loves that Katsuki is so gentle with her siblings and even her mom, helping with dishes and homework, and even letting Satsuki climb up his back and piggy ride him.

Samidare is also a brooding edgy boy so he was skeptical at first, but then he grew to greatly admire Katsuki, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

Ok my phones running out of battery so I gotta end it here, but pls tell me which rarepair u want to see next!!

[tubbytarchia]

Ok my Smallidarity thoughts (this is long). Only because I was encouraged by Liauditore's analysis of Joel's playlists...

...to which the conclusion was closeted homophobic Joel. Ok so anyway uhh obligatory: I only talk about characters. Only characters. I swear to god. CC!Joel and CC!Lizzie make life more beautiful and this is not about them, this is about characters. Either way I love Jizzie dearly. Seriously though go read Liau's post. The part where they note down the structure of his most recent playlist kind of sums up my thoughts on him ("starting off with party songs -> "home" the wholesome love song -> a bunch of arctic monkeys songs including one specifically about regretting sleeping with a woman -> a bunch of songs begging for the other person to stay because they're all they have -> songs that get angrier and angrier -> final song has a chorus that goes "if this is a romcom I'd kill the director"")

I'm not here to analyse the playlists but I implore Liau to do so more publicly lol. The kiss from RL and the playlists (and Liau talking to me about them because they chose to hyper-analyse them against their own will) are the catalysts for why I'm so insane about Joel's relationships and smallidarity especially because we all know how normal I am about Jimmy 👍

(Before we get to smallidarity proper though, I have to lay some groundwork about my perception of Joel's relationships in general)

That post I made about smallidarity awhile back about mostly seeing them as brotherly friends um. Hasn't aged so well LMAO. I do not think smallidarity is the end game for either of them (unless...?), but I do feel like there's feelings here to be dabbled into now... I imagine Jimmy and Joel as having been very close friends since childhood and I still stand by my old smallidarity thoughts otherwise, that while I'm not a fan of Jimmy getting slapped around excessively, which Joel sometimes does imo, it's ultimately banter between him and Joel, even if weighed to one side, because it's not an attempt to assess control or to play Jimmy down past an initial laugh (ESMP1 still hurts me but I've said it before and I'll say it again, that at the very least Joel was creative about the "toy" bit and put effort into it, eg building a giant statue, and not just making a very surface-level joke out of it). When things get dicey for Jimmy, Joel will want to help, even when doing so offers him no benefit. Eg him wanting to offer his time to Jimmy in LimL or disapproving people for building a grave for Jimmy before he'd even died in SL. So basically they care each other

Joel has no problem indulging in and joking about more sexual approaches vs more affectionate ones. Eg, the neck kisses, calling Jimmy babe, having pillow talk with Tango and literally making a baby with both Jimmy and Sausage in ESMP etc. That's fine, that's just a goof, no homo. But I feel like anything affectionate makes him feel vulnerable and so that's a no-no. I have no good explicit examples for this other than the fact that he just doesn't engage in affectionate engages/jokes much (not even with Lizzie) and him refusing to hold Jimmy's hand in SL (thanks Liau). The kiss in RL I think makes sense with this too because Jimmy preceded it with "is this the closest we're over gonna get to making out?" even if the actual kiss was like. A peck lol. Gentle smooch. Which just makes me more insane that it was like that!!!!!!

And (characters guys!!! Characters!!!) what he does with Lizzie is constantly proclaiming "I have a wife" and maybe visiting her to show her something and yelling "I love you" a few times when it felt appropriate. Oh and Lizzie's "I always liked bad boys..." counts I guess lol. Imo, whilst Lizzie and Joel are evidently very close and cute still (I never and I mean NEVER stop thinking about Lizzie's SL birthday party to which only Joel showed up for the majority of it), I don't think lizzie gives that much of a fuck. To me the marriage is there because, it makes sense. They enjoy each other, uh, might as well marry each other. It's moreso about the status rather than deeper romantic connection imo. Something about Lizzie calling Joel a homie and not commenting on his proclamation of loving her after Sausage's Boat Boys play in SOS, or them voicing anything affectionate and then it not getting followed up by anything, or Joel trying to recruit Lizzie into Jeremyism in X Life but Lizzie didn't want to, and Jimmy was the first recruit instead (and if you've read my X Life thoughts, you know how I feel about Jeremyism in a symbolic sense), etc. Um do you guys understand why I was terrified to voice these thoughts. I swear to god if someone comes into my inbox to accuse me of being heterophobic or something I'm going to eat a nail. I figure some people are going to disagree with my perception which is totally fine!! But characters only please characters only..........

He pretty frequently has homoerotic or suggestive etc exchanges and bits with people like Etho and Jimmy though (eg, earlier examples, although there are soooo so many more). But always that, never affectionate... The closest it ever comes to affection is when he's acting out of genuine care when things hit the fan. This is the point where my claims stop being supported by whatever I see in canon (if supported at all, then by his playlists, lol) but... Joel to me feels like he uses his marriage status as a "no homo" pass. If things get a bit too homo he can always remind the others "I have a wife" and it's all good 👍 When in reality.... I think he might be... idk... might be into men a little bit... But he absolutely cannot accept that. He has a wife guys!! And yet still he indulges in those questionable exchanges like hm. hmm. But it's no homo guys!! He's just playin!!

Ugh so yeah. Closeted Joel who, maybe, isn't so put off by affection after all, rather just put off by the idea of being into men so he refuses to be affectionate with the people he feels a little too many strong feelings towards bordering on something other than friendship. And always makes sure to declare anything frisky a joke and reminding everyone that he's married and he loves his wife!! (Have no doubt that he does love Lizzie, just, again, not in this way) Or putting anything frisky on the other person, like he does with Etho "ugh you're so obsessed with me" because JOEL can't be obsessed, he's not gay!! Etho just can't get enough of him, and Joel's totally not into it!!

This is where the RL kiss made me so insane and tip over the edge into interpreting smallidarity as something other than platonic too. Because classic Joel. Contributing to this bit about "making out" because that's what he does. Gives Jimmy a little smooch. As a joke. Ugh. Jimmy claiming his lips to have been pursed makes all the difference too, they were both all-in... (vs that one fWhimmy kiss in ESMP2. Sorry but I just need you guys to understand how important the difference is to me)

I think Jimmy is very kind, and an incredible sympathiser. He's just in a pretty horrible headspace, so he never treats himself with the kindness he might offer to others. His biggest enemy is his inability to open up and ask for help. Joel would be much similar in this regard, where he wouldn't want to even entertain the things that his feelings towards certain people would entail. It's fine, it's nothing, he's a married man after all... So he most certainly wouldn't ever bring it up to anyone, because nothing's the matter!! But I think Jimmy, solely for how well he knows and cares about Joel, recognizes some kind of reciprocation of feelings he also has, but isn't going to admit to Joel. Maybe they kissed or even made out and maybe they made a baby once (the baby ordeal is seriously ruining my life. wtf was that) and it's just a one-and-done deal, maybe even a "friends with benefits" thing in some sense. Cause they're just friends. But Jimmy, though with his own struggles, knows how he feels, so of course he recognizes when Joel's in a similar dilemma

To me, there's such a strong appeal to smallidarity because the typical Jimmy role in relationships gets reversed. Jimmy's usually the one following along, the one seeking someone to depend on because that's what he's been conditioned to seek. He followed Martyn around, he followed Scott around, in X Life he followed Joel around too. Joel gave him something with Jeremyism and to me it reads like Jimmy feeling at home and developing feelings for Joel, the way I think he also developed them for Martyn beforehand. Only for Joel to step down as the leader of Jeremyism - this thing that Jimmy so desperately held onto and practically begged for Joel to remain where he was, but Scott took over, and even though Jimmy didn't like seeing Scott up there instead of Joel, he couldn't help but fall in love again, and then 3rd life happened. 3rd life, where Jimmy left a "I miss you" sign on Joel's plot of land. Where ideas of Jimmy and Joel teaming up were mentioned but they just barely missed each other for it to become reality. Where Joel burnt down the wall that further confided a claustrophobic Jimmy into a corner of the World with Scott, separate from everyone else

Anyway, Jimmy hardly ever prioritizes himself, so his feelings are irrelevant to him. What he cares about is Joel's wellbeing, so he'd encourage Joel to open up, ask him about things. For a change, he'd be the shoulder to lean on and be on the other end of a situation he usually would find himself in with people he loves. Where he's struggled to open up and ask for help, he's encouraging someone else to. Where the people he loves, including Joel, have failed to pick up on Jimmy's continued need for support, Jimmy doesn't, because he's been in shoes similar to Joel's It's nothing he'd be able to pinpoint, but subconsciously it'd help him provide Joel with the encouragement that can yield results. The understanding that he refuses to offer himself, but can offer to Joel. Jimmy fulfilling this kind of role in a relationship would do him SO much good, I think, to help him handle his own struggles. A trend in Jimmy's relationships and otherwise is that he can never take charge, even when he wants to. It'd take his mind away from his own troubles as he focuses on Joel's and exercises patience and empathy for someone else who doesn't just push him away. Especially when another thing that they are similar in, is their progressing frustration with either of their feelings. In which neither can do much to combat these frustrations (Jimmy indulges in them more and more, eg taking enjoyment out of hitting Scott around in SL, and Joel just tries to ignore them), but by virtue of trying to help Joel figure out his feelings, Jimmy would be helping not only Joel but himself too

Even if Joel were to come to a conclusion that wouldn't be him reciprocating Jimmy's feelings specifically, Jimmy would help him reach it anyway. Though Joel might figure out how Jimmy feels even if there's no direct admittance. Jimmy would hold Joel's hand if Joel doesn't draw back and ask how that feels, to help him figure out if he really does hate affection or if his frustrations lay elsewhere etc. Give him the affection that Joel actually craves but keeps refusing himself. And Joel would maybe finally admit to some degree that he does like it (he just doesn't like that he likes it). He'd still remind Jimmy that he has a wife but Jimmy would probably just laugh and they keep holding hands. If Lizzie found out she would just give a thumbs up. She dgaf. Or idk something like that. I've been writing this shitty post for 25 minutes what year is it. The more this has gone on the less sense it's started making sorry. Use code smallidarity at checkout for 15% off

[johnnycagestrophy]

CAN YOU DO SOAP X GHOST PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS :333333

BRO IS EAGER!! of course I can! I also love them dearly. MW3 isn't real in this household. I'm going to use their call signs so its easier to understand! - When they first got together physical touch was mostly something Ghost wouldn't really partake in anything except hand holding and a awkward side hug. But, when Soap warmed him up to the idea of doing more things like that (cuddling, and leaning against each other more), he grew fond of it and began to look forward to when they could cuddle more in private areas. - I feel like Soap has a issue with fidgeting to much during really serious meetings so Ghost gets some fidget toys that are quiet so no one else gets distracted by them. Soap's favorite one's are the fidget spinners and foam foods. - They help each other patch up their smaller wounds. It's a quiet bonding activity so they can wind down from missions. It also helps them with knowing the other one isn't lost or dead. - When they move in together Soap would leave little sticky notes around for Ghost and they would all be little affirmations and words of encouragement. (ex; 'you got this L.T! :)') Ghost would softly huff and stick them in his pocket with a small smile. - They train together! They also listen to the same music when they do. This would also be another bonding activity! Punching or just working out they do it together. Even if one of them have to leave a little earlier then expected. Training and working out together are their ways to have secret dates that no one would suspect. (Price and Gaz would know.) - Soap and Ghost help each other if either of them are having a bad mental health day. They would help each other drink water or at least eat something small. If they're both having a bad day they help each other through it. - When they do laundry at their shared place they mix up their clothes sometimes, but its really rare. Ghost is usually the first person to notice because of the weird designs that don't look like his original shirt. Soap just laughs and swaps the shirt back with him or any other piece of clothing. (He probably takes Ghost's sweatshirts and acts like he's 'borrowing' them.) - Sometimes when they stay up late at night, they slow dance in the kitchen. It doesn't matter if music is playing or not. Soap always manages to get Ghost to slow dance with him for a few minutes. - They cook and share food together! They make random comfort dishes together for each other. They also drink together when they don't have to go back to work for a while. Soap is the one that gets really drunk while Ghost knows his limits.

[cummin-n-cryin]

How do yput hink yandere malleus/vil and azul reacting with a afab reader topping them? 🤔

Im sorry im such a sucker for sub character :(((

~Thank you for your request!

Put Them In Their Place

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Malleus + Vil + Azul x afab!reader

Tw: Yandere, afab reader, Nsfw, kidnapping, obsession, lemme know if I missed any!

Wordcount: 286 + 320 + 292

Side Note: I love your request thx you~♡ Sry for taking so long! This is a bit short but I hope this was okay!

~Malleus Draconia~

Malleus doesn't mind.

In fact, he is glad that you're so willing to copulate with him. He was worried that you'd never return his affections. You seemed quite stressed after he took you from Ramshackle and whisked you away to your new home with him, so it is quite the relief to see you feeling better.

Either way, he's yours just as much as you are his. So yes, you may top him.

Depending on what type of top you are he'll have varying reactions.

If you're on the softer side his heart will warm at any compliments you give to him, to be praised by someone he loves so dearly makes him beyond happy. He also enjoys a slower pace, it gives him enough time to really commit this moment to memory.

If you're on the rougher side, he'll definitely be a bit surprised but he's a powerful fae. He doesn't really worry about you hurting him too much, mostly because you can't. Though, do keep in mind he's not the biggest fan of degrading.

Whether you're wanting to ride him till the sun sets or you want to rail him with a strap-on, it should be noted that he's most definitely never been with anyone before you. All of this is very new to him.

His reaction to sex toys is very amusing though. He looks at such objects in both awe and confusion. Humans are very... Inventive?

Of course, we can't forget the fact that he has such a gorgeous pair of horns. I mean, they're just sitting right there waiting for you to reach up and grab them.

Be wary though, he may get a bit crazy if you do grab them.

~Vil Schoenheit~

You want to top him?

Vil is pleasantly surprised when you try to bed him. He's glad that you've finally learned to accept him as your romantic partner. He's clearly the best match for you so it's nice that you have finally realized that.

Well, he certainly doesn't mind but first you'll have to catch him when he's in the mood for it. Vil is typically very busy so he doesn't usually have much time to indulge in more carnal desires. But at the end of the day, after he's finished everything, he might entertain your desires.

If you're a softer top, Vil enjoys the more relaxed pace. The slow pace really helps him wind down from a long day of work. He enjoys the sensual touching and your worship of his body as well as the praise, but the praise doesn't affect him that much. He gets told how attractive and amazing he is all the time, though hearing the words come from you does make it a bit more special.

If you're more on the rougher side he'll be a little surprised but nonetheless interested. However, if you're going to be so rough, you better make sure to put your all into it. He doesn't tolerate people who are lazy.

Any form of degradation is also a bit surprising. Mostly because not many have the courage to degrade or insult him, so it's definitely a surprise to hear you say such things. The only thing he really won't like is any bruises or marks being left behind. (so make sure to ruin his pretty skin as much as you can!)

Whether you're rough or soft as a top, Vil doesn't mind. He's very adaptable and he will thoroughly enjoy teaching you all the ways on how to please him while also making sure you don't hurt yourself. He doesn't need you hurting yourself or damaging your beautiful body.

~Azul Ashengrotto~

Of course, Azul is more than willing to let you top him.

Azul will do just about anything he can to keep you with him. Lie, cheat, steal, kill, you name it, he's probably done it. All to keep you forever trapped with him.

The fact that you're willing to have sex with him makes him both extremely happy but also very worried. He's afraid that once you look at his nude body you'll change your mind or perhaps you'll think his abilities in bed are lackluster in comparison to others. (If you've been with other people before him...)

Whether you're a soft or rough top he'll have different reactions.

If you're on the softer side, Azul will almost cry at any praise you give him. You mean so much to him and hearing your praise makes him feel like your relationship with him is almost normal. It makes it seem like you actually love him back.

If you're more on the rougher side, Azul will try his best to please you. Degrade him, bruise him, do whatever you want! He deserves it after taking away the life you had with those contacts of his.

At the end of the day he'll still worship you, even as tears stream down his face. He's so obsessed with you, so if doing this for you makes you happy then so be it.

Whether you are more soft or rough as a top, Azul will try his best to please you either way. He's just so desperate to keep you with him, so desperate to be good enough for you.

If the only way you'll love him is in bed then then he'll make sure he's the only one who can satisfy your every desire.

[hell-drabbles]

...

Asexual!reader who doesn't enjoy indulging in any physical sexual activity, let alone with somebody.

Asexual!reader who's unfortunate enough to be the descendant of someone who's dearly close and hated by both side.

Asexual!reader who had a hell of a time in their life when they ought to break a contract that wasn't even theirs just because they're the descendant of a long-lost person.

Asexual!reader who's done playing nice when the creatures of light continue to get on their way back home, cursing them that they will get the revenge they rightfully deserved.

Asexual! reader whose hatred burns even more harsher when the devils start making advances towards them, in hope to feel the forgotten caress of Solomon.

Asexual!reader who keep everyone at arm length as much as possible, not even letting their guard down.

Asexual!reader who can feel something snap inside them when they received the news that creatures of the light, who torment, mess and almost destroy their life, finally caught.

Asexual!reader who didn't waste time going to the assigned place where to the creatures of the light was currently residing, every possible nerves of them moving like marathon.

Asexual!reader who's eyes filled nothing but a cold rage and emptiness as they draw closer towards their prey, not caring about the cheers coming from the crowd as they witness the descendant of Solomon, taking the lead.

Asexual!reader whose face remains motionless as they begin to have their way to the 'supposed' holy being.

Asexual!reader who continue to play with their 'toy(s)' while mocking the creatures of the light for bring pathetic enough to get caught by the hands of a small human.

Asexual!reader who disregard the plea for mercy from the creatures of the light even as his eyes started to flood in crystal tears, body going rigid for any bits of satisfaction.

Asexual!reader who continue their assault, makinang sure that everything they do will damage the creature of light in any possible way. breaking him slowly with humiliation.

Asexual!reader who's pride shows in their cold eye when the creature of light slowly stop resisting, his halo that usually shows off his grace and devotion towards god, has longed dusted into nothing but a bland decortication on it's head.

Asexual!reader whose, at last, finally let of him, watching how he slowly dissolves into a hollowed puppet, No more resistance nor complaints.

Asexual!reader who leave the place with a sadistic satisfaction, knowing that their once enemy, are now nothing, empty shell who's once thought was all about god, now owned by the reader.

Asexual!reader who often of hear a whine or whimper in the other room when they come back after their previous visit.

...Thinking about Asexual!reader in Christmas event...

🐶anon

(Oh the delicious sadism of it all! I enjoyed this very veeery much. I really love it when people send me their little writings. I'm sorry that I'm so slow to get to them but I promise you that I do read them again and again! Gives me so much joy.)

(Also, only wrote about Satan, Leviathan and Mammon because I know next to nothing about Beelzebub and the others.)

And before you know it, your visage is now associated with the angels that have been captured and broken by your hand. Rare is it to see you without at least one angel on a chain, as though they're nothing more than decorative dogs for you. You pull at them, forcing them to walk on all fours as you tote them around with minimal clothing, wrapped from head to toe in chains and piercings.

It left creatures such as Satan seething. Your anger was always delectable, delicious, and desirable. From the moment you were told of your duty, of the debt left behind by Solomon that you must fulfill because of the lives at stake, you were but a growing heated crater.

If you had just released that anger on him, if you just let yourself be free and let him close, then perhaps Satan wouldn't be watching you from a distance as you give the one thing he wanted above all else to the angels. Your anger, they don't deserve it, but Satan is a devil of his word and won't say a thing about who and who doesn't get to experience that rage of yours.

All he can do is grit his teeth as your anger gave way to sadistic joy at making these angels writhe in pain and pleasure. He wanted you to be his, and he yours, but you never let anyone in close. Truly, none of them ever understood humans.

Leviathan. Oh Leviathan, a being of pure and utter envy, convinced of his own perfection and beauty. Once you were such a hated thing, one that he couldn't stand that he held these once dormant desires towards you. He hated that you ignite these desires just by existing, by breathing, and he hated you even more when you ignore him at every turn no matter how much he demands of you.

He even made himself vulnerable for you to take advantage of, but none of it works.

And yet, somehow, those angels were the one that grasp all of your attention. Like they deserve it. Like Leviathan was worth less than the angels you were breaking.

Envious. He was well and truly envious of the angels, of you, of the devils that caught them.

No amount of wealth and riches can ever hope to bring you joy. Mammon spoils you every chance he could get, but there was nothing he could do to even pull your interest onto him. But this was fine. It was okay, because he willingly gave his being to you. And if he isn't obedient to your desires, then he truly never gave himself to you in the first place.

But, as with all things owned, they're bound to be discarded in one form or another. But, that implies that you even held them in the first place. If you want to throw something away, you'd have to hold them first.

Instead, you just left Mammon to gather dust. The first ones for you to lay your hands on was the angels, the very beings that Mammon could never own. What you wanted most was what Mammon could not give.

Was his existence really worth nothing? If that's your view, then as your discarded thing, you must be right.

[mushroompoisoning]

Good friend, I ask of you because I trust you, what are these "The Mechanisms" you are so fond of?

Okay I tried to type out an incredibly long summary but tumblr deleted it so you're getting a semi-sane version instead

The Mechanisms are a band of immortal, space-faring pirates travelling the universe singing about the tragedies they witness for our entertainment!

There are nine main members you'll hear about, with the tenth - Dr Carmilla - having left much earlier and making her own music 👍 ( there is technically an eleventh but they're more of a mystery easter egg than anyone we know things about )

Quick lore thing: the mechanisms immortality works from the mechanical part(s) they each have. They can die and get injured, but they'll revive whenever the narrative wants them too. All logic in this universe functions off of Would It Be Good For The Story

The cast is:

Jonny D'Ville (he/him) is the ship's first mate ( don't let him tell you otherwise ) and he's got a mechanical heart

Nastya Rasputina (she/her) is the ship's engineer and girlfriend! Yea the ship - Aurora - is alive btw. She's got me hanical blood

Ashes O'Reily (they/them) is the ship's quartermaster and best arsonist! they've got mechanical lungs

Drumbot Brian (he/him) is the ship's pilot and the only one with a moral code. It's controlled by a switch which flips between Means Justify Ends and Ends Justify Means with no nuance. everything is mechanical except for his heart

Ivy Alexandria (she/her) is the ship's archivist! Pretty chill, cares more for books than violence but that doesn't mean she disapproves of the latter. she's got a mechanical brain

The Toy Soldier (it/its) is the mascot and whatever else they tell it to be! it just wants to be involved. will follow anything you tell it if you ask nicely ( or with enough force ). it's not actually mechanized, and is instead a sentient wooden man

Gunpowder Tim (he/him) is the ship's master at arms! madman war veteran who I love dearly. he blew up the moon. he's great. I pick favourites. he's got mechanical eyes

Raphaella La Cognizi (she/her) is the ship's unethical scientist! nothing is off the table when it comes to research. nothing. theory is she mechanized her, but iirc that unconfirmed. she's got a mechanical spine and wings!

and Baron Marius Von Raum (he/him) who is neither the ships baron nor doctor. he claims to be both, though. Deeply unserious fella. he's got a mechanical arm

^ here are some good images for crew reference

OKAY! Now onto actual music

They have six albums and a couple singles!

Once Upon a Time (In Space) is an unconventional retelling of classic fairytales

High Noon over Camelot is a retelling of King Arthur

Ulysses Dies at Dawn is a greek mythos adaptation

and The Bifrost Incident is a norse mythos adaptation

there's also Tales To Be Told volumes I and II, and the two single Frankenstein and Death To The Mechanisms ( technically that one is part of an album but the album is just a bunch of their other songs from already existing albums )

The tales to be told albums contain some of the mechanisms origins!

One Eyed Jacks is Jonny's

Lucky Sevens is Ashes'

Lost In The Cosmos is Brian's

and Gunpowder Tim vs The Moon Kaiser I don't think I have to say

Nastya has an origin song, but it was never officially put on anything. You can find it on the @mechanismslorearchive ( you can get any lore you want on there )

They also have a number of live shows ( you can find those on youtube ) and written stories on their website! I recommend these if you wanna get to know the mechanisms as characters better

that is the basic rundown. I'm not an expert on the mechs so if you're looking to talk to a metaphorical seasoned nurse instead of a med student I'd go to @bugsinthebayou or @gunpowderdtim (sorry for tagging yall)

[hashimasims]

Hypnos: So I already know a bit about your childhood from Kana, don't be too upset with him for telling me. He explained how you were raised by a Servo and had to compete with your siblings for who was better?

Elucea: Essentially. There was a scoring system put into place if there were multiples for who the next generation heir would be and we had to jump through all these hoops completing as many aspirations and maxing as many skills as possible to be chosen.

Hypnos: Do you plan on implementing that? Absalom said you were carrying twins.

Elucea: You've spoken to Absalom as well? And Watcher no! HELL WOOHOCKING NO at that.

Hypnos: Good, good. And yes, the two of them live together in Evergreen Harbor. They're a strange pair but they make the friendship work. It helps they both love you dearly. No offense but, the two of them wouldn't shut up about you last time I went there telling Kan I hadn't found you yet. Now is there anything specific you would like to talk about this session?

Elucea: Well I have been thinking about them a lot lately.

Hypnos: Ok, lets start there. I'm here to listen, that is all, and everything you say to me will be held in strict confidence.

Elucea: Well I miss them. I've been thinking about trying to contact them just tell them I'm OK more than just what I send them through the Bonds. But I don't want them here. I'm afraid that they're not as OK with each other as they're letting on. I'm afraid of raising my children around constant fighting and bickering and I just don't want to deal with it. I almost feel like my heart is being used like a tug toy between them and it's being ripped in two. You say that they're fine together but the Bond doesn't feel any different than the day I left them, when they were arguing over the paternity of my children. They're Absalom's and from what I heard he was vehemently denying it or wouldn't believe it. But I'm tired of looking over my shoulder every time I leave the lot. I want to be able to see my friends more often. I think I've seen them twice since I left.

~The Day Elucea Left The Hospital~

Elucea: What is taking them so long . . .

Kanaloa: She was already pregnant on New Years! Absalom: So? You were with her the day before. They're Mers same as you. Kanaloa: Fifty fifty chance Ab. And I was with her two days before, which is still too soon for Morning Sickness to kick in. Absalom: Exactly. Fifty fifty chance that either you or I are the father. They're yours.

Elucea turns away from them, no longer listening to what either of them are saying.

Elucea: Of course they're fighting! I have to get out of here. Why can't they try to get along for me? For our family? I won't raise my children around this. Maybe when they accept each other I'll accept them back in my life.

She makes her way to the reception desk, it takes her a moment to realize she wasn't admitted under her own name, but after listening to the nurses tell her all the risks of leaving and signing some papers saying the hospital was not liable for anything with her leaving on her own, Elucea was out the door and loading out of the Hospital as fast as she could.

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[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

Controversial Character Tournament Round 2: Kokichi Ouma from Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony vs Peter Pan from Once Upon A Time

(remember that these characters are fictional and your fellow tumblr users are real. i will block you if you harass others in the notes, please consider sending your unhinged harassment to my inbox instead)

Propaganda under the cut, may contain spoilers:

Kokichi Ouma:

LOVE: - "hes a bitch and that makes a lot of people hate him and a lot of other people love him. no one can decide on his motives and i think thats kind of the point. i like him personally but hes a raging asshole <3" - "Not a single DR fan I've ever met is neutral about Kokichi, he's perfect for this poll. I think he's a clever character with consistent internal logic, and his interactions with the other characters are as compelling as they are hilarious. He looks like a dog squeaky toy, and he plots like Artemis Fowl. He's one of my favorite characters in the series and I love him dearly." - "NOBODY CARES ABOUT THIS BOY'S PSYCHOLOGY AT ALL. HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF AND HIS IMAGE AND MADE EVERYONE HATE HIM AND CONSIDER HIM A MONSTER ON THE SLIGHT CHANCE HE COULD USE HIS LIFE TO HELP EVERYONE ELSE ESCAPE AND SURVIVE AND NOBODY CARES. THEY SHOW HIS BREAKDOWN AND NOBODY BELIEVES HIM. I'M SO TIRED" - "not only is he a danganronpa character (inherently controversial) he is also the antagonist and constantly lying because That's His Whole Deal. people either love him or hate his guts. he's a little piece of shit. i would submit komaeda but i feel like views on him are more positive, generally. sorry i have bad taste in video games" - "he's a horrible little guy trying his best in not very good ways what more could you want" - "I don't know, people say he's badly written because they don't pay attention to his arc beyond the cartoonish facade he very obviously forces, and they don't like him because he caused someone's death which like..fair (he did feel super bad about it though so its fine.) Some people also don't enjoy his wonderful personality and think he's a mean piece of shit, which he is, but it's fine. They're just sensitive." - "I know people don't like him because he's like. a shittier version of Komaeda. But that's what's so GOOD about him. He's a shitty asshole of a person, playing pretend at being a villain because he's desperate!!! I think that's really fun. He's dooming himself and I want him to be okay after everything ends, but he dies so he can't even have that much :(" - "so i saw you got submissions for him. but not enough i need to submit him myself he is my favorite character from anything ever. he is the silly man he is so funny one time (actually, two times if you count one optional interaction) he asked a robot if he had a dick and it's absolutely iconic i love him"

HATE: - "(dangan spoilers ahead if that matters) look ok i didn’t originally feel too strongly about kokichi. i think his character is interestingly written (can’t say well-written bc danganronpa but yaknow) and he adds a lot of charm to v3. i understand why he’s popular- he’s one of the few characters in v3 to have both a personality and plot relevance. but oh my GODDDDD he is not a good person!!!! and i am so SICK of seeing him woobified into ‘ooh little baby he did his best he wasn’t doing anything wrong’ JUST BECAUSE you find out he was trying to end the killing game after he dies doesn’t mean he wasn’t incredibly fucked up throughout the game!!! like he was incredibly manipulative, a bully, encouraged infighting, Literally Orchestrated A Murder And Protected Himself From Danger By Getting The Big Stupid Sweetheart To Do It which caused TWO unnecessary deaths and- oh yeah- tricked everyone into believing he was the mastermind and the world had ended to make them so depressed that they just wouldn’t do anything anymore bc can’t kill someone if you’re rotting away in your room!!! AUGH like he’s a good character but it’s BECAUSE he sucks that he’s interesting. maybe this is just the komaeda fan in me but sometimes!!! the character is cooler when you understand that they’re a bad person. at least komaeda gets an actual redemption arc. kokichi’s just an asshole that the game tries to make you sympathetic for at the very end but he spends the entire game being an asshole so why the hell would i like him??? and then i go in a fandom tag and it’s constant unending ‘kokichi did nothing wrong’ the whole point of his character is that he does EVERYTHING wrong. i truly feel like the dr team was trying to replicate komaeda’s popularity but it was messy and poorly handled bc he’s not even a bad person in an interesting way like komaeda he’s just got trust issues that lead him to be stupid and An Asshole. then again people eat it up so what do i know lmao. i love to hate that little shit i wanna punt him into the goddamn stratosphere. score a field goal with that asshat. this is all lighthearted btw i love to die on small hills" - "WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE HIM OH MY GOOOOOOD HES SUCH A FLAT CHARACTER HES A SODA I LEFT OUT FOR 3 DAYS kokichi oma is easily the WORST written danganronpa character. it has been a while since i was into danganronpa so the details are a bit fuzzy but my rage has NOT subsided. following the success of Easily One Of The At Least Top Three Best Written Danganronpa Characters known as nagito komaeda, kokichi had some shoes to fill. he instead showed up in clown shoes. kokichis whole premise is that you dont know if hes lying or not, him being a huge clown and causing shit for like a good third of the cast. kokichi was a simple character. hes a bitch, he sturs shit up, he eat hot chip and lie, it was FINE. not GREAT, but FINE. and then he died. suddenly— kokichi was from modest beginnings. he was actually a genius who was actually doing all of this to save everyone. he was a martyr. they TRIED to follow up on the success of nagito komaeda, and failed miserably. the guy literally has nazi imagery he didnt need to be complex he just needed to be an asshole and force the plot. for assholes that force the plot with actual good depth, may i interest you in byakuya togami? for guys who lie all the time with actual good depth, may i interest you in sou hiyori the beanie man himself from your turn to die [similar genre]? seriously. you guys could do SO much better. just... get better taste oh my GOD JUST BECAUSE HES A TWINK DOESNT MEAN HES WELL WRITTEN" - "Omg I hate this guy,,, people either baby him & make him a uwu soft boy or a funky clown dude, & both those types of people forget all the things he has done??? even if he "redeemed" himself in the end (which i don't think he did--) that still doesn't negate all of the things he did before??? actions speak louder than words but he could never rely on that bc all the does is lie anyway-- i have some strong opinions about him."

Peter Pan:

LOVE: - "My propaganda is that like. Half of the OUaT fandom is OBSESSED with this guy and the other half write fanfiction about their self-inserts beating the shit out of him. The tumblr sphere might be a bit too biased in favor of love and I doubt he'll make it far but from what I've seen people either adore this guy or want him dead in the streets"

[xxlea-nardoxx]

Let's take a look at the bedrooms + plus the au kids bedroom in the lair!

Please note that I took creative liberty when making the rooms. Plus, the app I made the rooms with doesn't really allow a shabby look, so it will probably look fancier than it actually is.

Let's start with Donnies bedroom!

As you can see I gave it a darker palette. There's two big bookshelves and an L-shaped desk for him to work at (beside the lab, lmao) and I added a few toy vehicles to show his love for cars. Imagine he has dozens of vehicle-posters on his walls.

Next in line is Raph!

I tried to take some inspo from the show, but added my own little twist to it. Still I kept the drums and just added some really random pictures. I seriously didn't know which kinda pictures to put, so they're a lil random.

And here we have Mikeys room!

As you can see it's the friendliest and brightest room, but also the messiest. I made sure to add a few toys and just throw random objects onto the floor. Again I took my own twist to it, but it's an AU after all, so no surprise there. xD

Leos room was probably the hardest to decorate. Despite the books I wasn't really sure what else to put, since there weren't any fitting objects that screamed "Leo" at me. Just imagine lots of Space Heroes stuff, I suppose??

And last but not least: the au kids' bedroom!

And yes, your eyes aren't deceiving you: This is Splinters old room. About a year after initially meeting the kids, the Turtles decided to give the room of their late father to the kids. Each of them has their own bed (all built by Donnie truly) and was able to decorate it however they wanted.

The kiddos cherish this room dearly, knowing it probably wasn't easy for the Turtles to just give it up like that. :>

[merakiui]

your triplet scaramouche thoughts!!! I love them sm if you have any others I would LOVE to hear em you have no idea

i have another question though!! what would the three of them do if reader fell in love with just one of them?

I'm really happy you want to hear my thoughts on them. Thank you!!! :D if you fell in love with just one of them, I think they might do the oh-so-sly sibling switch in which the other two occasionally take the place of sibling you're in love with while he's busy in hopes of spending more time with you. And, although they are all very different in temperaments, they're eerily good at acting like one another. You might not realize it the first few times until you start to look beyond everything at the little individual tells they all have, and it soon begins clear that the triplet you're interacting with is not the one you love so dearly.

As for other ideas, I do have one very coherent one!!

Imagine the triplets falling for a parental kindergarten teacher!!! On the walk back from university, they always see you there in the playground lot on the school property, sometimes consoling a child who fell and scraped their knee or gently reminding students to share toys like chalk or a ball rather than fight over it. The triplets witness this every day, listening to the kindness in your tone, seeing how you always bend down to meet the kids at eye level, admiring the way the apron hugs your figure so nicely. You're a sweetheart! How have they never noticed you before? Naturally, they must have you for themselves.

When you go missing, no one suspects the triplets had anything to do with it. They've never interacted with you; they're just university students heading home after a tiring day of academics. The truth is that, months into captivity, you have remained chained in a dull room that's very sparsely furnished. For a while your lips were taped because you would beg and cry and sometimes scream, and they can't have that. Now, after a few dangerous threats from Scaramouche, you've promised to be good. Off comes the tape, but if you so much as raise your voice by even a slight octave Scaramouche will take a knife to your tongue and saw, saw, saw until it's splattered into your palms in a bloody lump of muscle.

They're all so insistent on calling you Mama or Mommy or Mother. You might not even be a parent (or perhaps you're pregnant when they kidnap you, so you're a parent-to-be; or they knock you up themselves to make the fantasy a reality >:D), but regardless of that they'll still view you as one because you're far more motherly than their actual mother ever was. It's a frightening game of House, especially since you can never predict what either of them will do next or how they're feeling one moment. But you've come to learn that they all like it when you acknowledge them with tenderness. When you pat Kabukimono on the head, he tears up and practically envelops you in the tightest hug. When you thank Wanderer for bringing your meals (and sometimes feeding you if your wrists are bound), he insists it's not a big deal, avoiding your eyes when you pat his hand fondly. When you tell Scaramouche he can always talk to you if he's troubled—that you'll lend an ear no matter what—he scoffs and says he'd never confide in you (he does eventually once he warms up to you).

It's obvious they're all hurting from traumatic experiences. It's obvious they're using you as an outlet, taking comfort in your presence and what it means to them. You know they've done something very wrong by kidnapping and confining you here. You know your portrait is all over the daily news and most likely hung on telephone poles and pinned to bulletin boards. But fighting and resisting accomplishes nothing, and even if they've subjected you to this terrible situation the least you can do is try to be kind, if only to survive and retain a semblance of sanity in this dismal, four-walled prison of a bedroom.

You hope to lower their guards enough for you to win back freedoms until, eventually, you can escape—if such a feat is possible. So you'll submit to their game of House, even if revulsion prickles your skin every time they call you Mother.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Fake dating to piss off Shuichi's parents

Clown: Thinking about shuichi lamenting to his friends about his parents always needling him about a girlfriend/ getting a different job/ settling down. And he makes the vauge suggestion of considering taking anyone home just to shut them up And (maybe rantaro) goes "haha, I know someone who would make them lose their minds for like…30 dollars and free dinner" And it's Ouma It's always Ouma The first text he ever recieves from ouma is, "Soo…my dearly beloved to be, how bad do you want this to go?" "Absolutely horrid." "Splendid."

Checkers: He shows up in clown makeup pulls up to their driveway in his little clown car honks at then with his clown nose

Beez: oh you know what would be funny if shuichis parents had to take him w them to some kind of event or wtv n to make him not look like a loser they tell him he needs a date

Checkers: RUIN THEIR IMAGE jokes on them they’re the real losers here

Apollo: Kokichi makes little cue cards with all the problematic things he's learnt about Shuichi's parents and idly flashes them at random people to spread the news

Beez: HE DOES THE STUPID HIGH SCHOOL PRANK TAPING A PAPER ON THEIR BACKS "WE'RE SHIT PARENTS" Clown: He's causing scandals left and right

Dra: No but it would be so funny if he wasn't [wearing a clown nose] and still managed to get the sound by touching his nose/pl Clown: AJSGSH Its a skill!! Along with the several handkerchiefs he hacks up onto the floor

Apollo: Shuichi: WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME? Rantaro: Since when have my friends ever been normal? Clown: Rantaro is watching this from home. Sipping his tea as he watches the news roll in Dra: He complains but he actually loves it

Beez: they gotta pretend they like kokichi too they have an image to maintain they are so happy for their son and his ugly fucking boyfriend theyre serious Sini: They are so pro gay rights Clown: Their clenching their teeth so hard they bleed but "oohh they're sooo happy their son has found love" Apollo: Shuichi's embarrassed by the stories Kokichi is making up but seeing his parents in pain? It makes it the embarrassment worth it

Clown: I have the image of ouma stretching idly as he tell the reporter " Oh me? Psh! I'm actually an adult entertainer. Mhm! You won't believe how far the clown niche gets ya, mhm, real freaks out there. This? honk drives them bonkers. These kind folks are so understanding of my line of work!" He absolutely feeds a different story to every reporter

Apollo: Sure…People talk about what sort of…Things Shuichi are into considering his boyfriend says that sort of shit but hey…If it's pissing off his parents, he'll let Kokichi to claim to do whatever the fuck he wants He uses the fact he's multilingual to his advantage as well.

Sini: “These young celebrities are in love with me!” “One bad joke is all it takes, trust me” “These people have no humour! That’s humorous on its own, really! So charming” Clown: "Oh they've been sooo welcoming. They only tried to pay me off once?? Twice??"

Checkers: He’s reciting a waffle recipe in Spanish Reading out loud a Russian translation of My Immortal Clown: He's sobbing the entire time like its something emotional Apollo: He comes up with 'pet names' to use during interviews. The interviewers think it's super sweet…Until they see the comments pointing out that Kokichi was just saying random words Checkers: He is passionately defending pineapple on pizza. In Italian Clown: Omg, nicknames ranging from the classic "babe" to "my combusted inflamed refrigerator on wheels " And shuichi has to stutter his way through something equally as bad And yet the faces of pure rage on his parents face lend him strength he didn't know possible Apollo: Interviewer: Aww so sweet Interviewer, reading the comments: Why was he calling Shuichi a soda covered stress toy??? What is wrong with today's youth? [my reply to Apollo's message] that sounds kinky

Clown: I love the thought of this starting out as ouma leading the charge. He's throwing out ideas he hopes shuichi picks up. But as the night goes on the last remaining fucks shuichi gives fly out the window. And he is absolutely going all out. Ouma nearly stumbles in keeping up with the absolutely insanity shuichi has awakened in himself and he may be swooning Sini: HE’S CREATED A BEAUTIFUL MONSTER Apollo: Shuichi's gone from the awkward attempting to flirt back stage to the You're actually sorta cute so I'm going to put effort into this stage in like one night and Kokichi is shook Checkers: Saiharizz but it’s just unhinged insanity Beez: the most effective rizz on kokichi tbh Sini: Shuichi: evil unhinged laughter Kokichi: [heart eyes] “I will make my parents eat their own shit” “….So are you free later-?”

Clown: All it takes is realizing how afraid his parents are of breaking their facade and hes pulling ouma to the corner, absolute giddy realization happening in his anxiety ridden husk of a body as he frantically says "Did you see their faces?? Ouma did you see how mad they were?? Haha! Oh my god! They can't do anything to me. I can do anything" Apollo: Kokichi is internally screaming because holy fuck a cute guy just dragged him into a corner are they gonna kiss? No? Oh well, hearing him realise how he can do anything is just as good Me: this is a fake dating scenario, of course they're going to kiss, just not in a corner, that would be against the point, do it in front of everyone Sini: Kokichi: “I can fix him” Bitch, I did, and that was by making him worse Clown: He may be going mad with power Just a little Will shuichi regret this in the morning? He doesn't CARE. That's future him's problem. He's having FUN Rantaro is lowkey impressed by how fast Shuichi has managed to lose it Sini: Rantaro is dramatic [rolling eyes emoji] He’s fine. He’s his best self rn Ignore the maniacal giggling

Apollo: Shuichi manages to get his hands on some soda, something he's not allowed a lot so his 'teeth aren't ruined' or some bullshit…Man's on a trip Sini: He really is in his rebellious teen phase rn He will eat after midnight HA He will drink alcohol He will tag a building He will post embarrassing photos on a burner account

Apollo: Rantaro: What the hell Kokichi? Kokichi: It was one cup! Shuichi: [h y p e r]

Sini: “I feel so alive! Why haven’t I tried this before!? This is great! Fuck coffee, this is my life blood!” He’s been deprived Too much You give him a taste of something new and he goes wild

Clown: On one hand, shuichi has never looked happier, on the other, his eyes show a manic energy that is just a wee bit spooky Sini: Kokichi isn’t sure if he should be concerned or aroused Clown: Just one moment, a single moment for shuichi, grinning, tells ouma honestly "thank you for this" and its over for one kokichi ouma Sini: He is on the floor Shuichi is poking him

Me: sugar rush Shuichi just dips Kokichi and kisses him while showing a middle finger to the camera Clown: Shuichi offers a very nervous peck on the cheek initially and by the end he's dragging ouma halfway over the table to kiss him passionately on the lips in front of his parents

Clown: The aftermath may be less fun But it was so worth it Sini: It’s like a hangover lmao Wtf did he do last night? Clown: He wakes up feeling empty, shakey, strangely shirtless in a bed he doesn't recognize, theres a lingering feeling of impending dread and his phone is buzzing nonstop. Still. He feels so satisfied with himself. He smells like grape soda Sini: He smells like….Him Clown: YES. That and he's blanking on the memory of him toppling over the soda tower at the end of the night Apollo: He sees Kokichi and internally freaks out because What the fuck did we DO? but he then learns when he fell into the soda tower, his shirt got all gross and Kokichi being the everloving boyfriend he is, washed it…Well got someone else to wash it but yeah

Clown: Reality may be creeping up on him in the background but the phones been chucked to the side for now Ouma grins at him and goes "I never got the dinner you promised" and shuichi grins back Apollo: They're fucking dorks. Meanwhile, the Saiharas are attempting damage control, Shuichi's uncle is supportive but also god damn it did it have to go like this and the internet is fucking blowing up Clown: Need Miu to be watching her daily drama channel in the morning with a bowl of cereal and the first thing she sees is ouma's face and she does a spit take Apollo: She starts ringing him but he's not paying attention Clown: Kaito minding his buisness when he sees "Former child actor gone rouge" and it's just shuichi cackling maniacally Apollo: Kokichi is hovering in the background all smug like, dressed in the most horrible outfit despite the stylists trying to make him look nice. Clown: He loves to watch the world BURN From a distance, as shuichi and him take the time to tentatively start to know each other in the aftermath Sini: More so Shuichi causing the world to burn Me: Me: some paparazzi takes photos of them on that dinner they go out on and the relationship gets solidified in the media's eyes Clown: YES. If someone spreads a picture of them at some run of the mill diner in the morning for some breakfast. Hair unbrushed. Ouma still has remains of clown makeup. Shuichis eyeliner is smudged all over. Shuichi is shoving a cinnamon roll into oumas mouth mid rant with the biggest smile on his face.

Apollo: Maki, waking up because her Ouma Sense is going off: Who has that brat gone after this time? Maki knew Shuichi would be getting a fake date for some event. She switches on the tv, sees the bastard of the orphanage she grew up in and just turns it off Shuichi says he wants to introduce Kokichi to his best friends and he and Maki lock eyes. Kokichi: ["*chuckles* I'm in danger." gif]

Clown: She can't be too mad!! Look at shuichis face!! Thats pure joy right there!! Maki begrudgingly accepts and oumas like" sOB I knew you loved me!!! " Apollo: She does hit Kokichi over the back of the head later and then gives him a shovel talk. Shuichi is confused when Maki hands him one of those backpack leash things Clown: Maki, deadpan,"you'll need it." Me: she's a little confused about who needs a leash atm

Clown: I am thinking of the end of the night immeadiately after. Shuichi did not expect to go that far. And as he's calming down. The jitters come back. His phone is a death sentence. He's obsessively waiting for the ringing to start.

Ouma leads him to the bus stop, shuichi drove them there but its just not the time. Ouma wants to live thank you.

Drenched in sweat, and soda, and oumas pockets being stuffed with cake they ride together silently. Shuichi barely even thinks to ask where their going. Reloading his notifications again and again.

Shuichi is hugging his knees. He barely remembers sitting on oumas bed. He's still hugging his knees. "I-" he breaks out into nervous giggles, "I screwed up didn't I?"

And kokichi sighs, it's silent between them before kokichi erupts into laughter. "You were amazing!" He insists, and he's so absolutely giddy. Nearly in awe. It's hard for the doubts to eat at him when ouma looks at him like he hung the moon and the stars. "You were amazing."

And ouma teases him relentlessly, and shuichi is too busy being embarassed to let himself fall into regret. He ultimately falls asleep peacefully in a bed that isn't his and ouma yawns and steps away to sleep on the couch.

Bonus:

Beez: saiou pulling fake proposals in restaurants to get free dessert thats it Hina: Kokichi initiates them Shuichi tries for real and Kokichi thinks he's joking Beez: damn the dessert must look good if shuichis the one proposing for it Ves: they just move on shuuichi thinks they're engaged kokichi thinks he was doing a bit Me: 1) do it AFTER they're married 2) have their actual proposal in privacy, duh. I think they would prefer that anyway This is the sequel movie to the fake dating to piss off Saihara's parents romantic comedy Ves: but the comedy Me: Adam Sandlers plays Kokichi Ves: im imaging him in a terrible purple wig now why would you say that Well, it would be more of his type of deal to play Shuichi, since this makes Kokichi the love interest while he is the protag Beez: alternatively someone they know goes into the restaurant theyre at n witness a proposal so they go over to congratulate them but saiou r like shit [eye, mouth, eye emojis] Me: Ha! Deserved