#town of twix

[the-town-of-twix]

No.

[seoul-bros]

Are you sure? Ep. 2 Come away with me!

It really isn't until Jikook get on the boat in the middle of their second day in Connecticut that things start looking up for Jimin.

Not immediately of course, he is still completely wiped out when he first comes aboard and JK finds it hilarious "You looked so pretty when you first got here......" but look at you now!

Busan Baes

Well this is Jimin on his first day in the US and I'd say pretty is a massive understatement.

And it's clear that JK still finds him attractive even in his depleted state.

It turns out sailing away together is by far the best cure. Time for some rest and relaxation and some mutual TLC.

But first.....move over Sleeping Beauty, Park Jimin is in town.

And when he wakes from his one hundred year sleep, they are back to their usual playful flirty selves.

In fact Jimin is totally recovered by the time he steps back onto the dock a few hours later.

Cr. to calico, moonlit night, busan baes on TwiX

Post Date: 13/08/2024

[ofthecaravel]

You Get Everything You Want

A 'You Don't Go To Parties' AND 'You Know How To Haunt' Halloween Special/ Mini Fic/ Oneshot SEQUEL

Summary: One year after the events of You Know How To Haunt and six months after You Don't Go To Parties, Sam sets the stage for a very happy and healing Halloween

Tags: POST confession YDGTP Sanny, reference to YKHTH, SMUT PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOURE A BABYCHILD PLEASE, M/M oral and handjob, dirty talk, hair pulling, teasing, idk the works, happy ending

Words: 5.7k

A/N: Don't look at me bro I don't even know. A treat for all my wonderful citizens of Caravel Nation who have been so so so so sweet to me about everything I make so BOOM here's some porn

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“Is it…the astronaut?”

“Danny, we were 7 the last time I wore that costume.”

“I don’t know, I’m running out of options!”

“Well, keep guessing then!”

Danny sighed dramatically and flopped back onto the bed. Their bed, which was something he’d been really enjoying dwelling on. Danny had stayed true to his promise and followed Sam after graduation, which had led them two towns over and into a sizable apartment and jobs that they both actually enjoyed. A summer spent moving and acclimating had eventually cooled down into a nice, comfortable autumn, and now that Halloween was around the corner, Danny was watching in complete confusion as Sam took a spontaneous interest in it. Since the very first day of October, Sam had been teasing Danny about how great his costume was going to be, despite Danny’s repeated reminders that they a) had absolutely no friends in the area to show it to, b) Sam promised that they wouldn’t go to parties anymore and c) Danny wasn’t really planning on dressing up at all.

“I am reminding you once again that our current Halloween plans are to get drunk on the couch and watch The Exorcist,” Danny laughed, lolling his head on the pillow as he desperately tried to guess Sam’s costume.

“And I am reminding you once again that I also want to watch Young Frankenstein,” Sam shot back, finally peeking his head out from the bathroom. “Also, I don’t care. I’m dressing up and you’re going to lose your mind.”

“Just tell me,” Danny whined, putting on his best pleading face. Sam met it with a smile and a roll of his eyes, completely unaffected by Danny’s begging in a way that Danny wished he could be when it came to Sam. 

“No,” Sam said with a click of his tongue. “If you haven’t guessed it by now, that’s on you, buddy. You have to wait until the 31st.”

“I despise you,” Danny replied dramatically, flopping a hand over his forehead and sighing deeply.

“Yeah?” Sam laughed, peeking his head out from the bathroom again and tossing a crumpled up foam wedge at Danny. “If you hate me so much, then why am I covering up a hickey before work?”

“I know nothing about that,” Danny hummed, sitting up a little bit and giving Sam his best, most innocent smile. 

“Well, someone got a little carried away,” Sam groaned, smacking his neck with another little, white sponge and sighing. “You’ll pay for this.”

And pay for it he did. Just not in the way Danny expected.

-

Danny didn’t see Sam on Halloween morning, knowing that he had an important project in his lab that had been keeping him for more mornings than Danny preferred, so Danny enjoyed the luxury of sleeping in a little bit and doing some general tidying around the apartment. In the afternoon, he decided to run out and grab some last minute Halloween candy and other tacky goodies to appease Sam’s sudden lust for Halloween spirit, enjoying raiding the aisles of their Twix and plastic spider bounties. 

When Danny got home, he announced his presence and saw Sam’s satchel on the kitchen island accompanied by the sound of the shower running. 

“Hey!” Danny called down the hallway, dropping the paper grocery bag on the counter and starting to pull out its contents.

“Hey!” Sam echoed in a higher pitch, his voice dampened by the rush of the shower. “How was your day?”

“Boring!” Danny yelled back, loudly crinkling the bag of candy in his hand. “Got you some treats for our spooky evening!”

“Ooh! Thank you!” Sam replied. “You don’t have a costume, right?”

“Fuck no!”

“Good!”

“Why?”

“I have one for you!”

“Aw, man, Sam!” Danny groaned. “I hate costumes!”

There was a single beat of silence before Sam replied.

“Yeah, I know!” Sam answered, a weird tone in his voice that made Danny knit his eyebrows in analysis. “I’m remedying that! You’re welcome!”

Danny groaned again and Sam made a loud kissy noise, carrying on with his shower while Danny dumped candy in one of their only big bowls and read the instructions on a pumpkin shaped frozen pizza.

Now, Sam was always one to take a really long time in the shower, but he was usually pretty ready to go once he was out of it. However, this time, Danny was sitting around for much longer than he anticipated. When the blow dryer turned on, he started getting suspicious.

“What the hell are you doing in there, Kiszka?” Danny yelled down the hall again.

“I don’t want wet hair for my costume!”

“You and that damn costume,” Danny muttered to himself, shaking his head and grinning fondly. As much as it bugged him, Danny absolutely loved it when Sam dedicated himself to a cause, especially when it was ridiculous. 

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, dear!” Danny replied innocently.

“Yeah, right!”

10 more minutes passed and Danny let out an exasperated sigh and hauled himself off the couch, making his way down the hallway towards their bedroom. 

“Hello?” Danny sang, rapping his knuckles on the closed door. “Is my boyfriend there? He promised he’d do shots with me.”

“He’s busy!” Sam sang back, his voice accompanied by the slight sounds of clothes rustling. “Can you come back later?”

“It is later,” Danny complained, leaning his forehead on the door. “Come on, Sammy, I miss you. I bet your costume is amazing how it is, now come on out and eat all this stupid candy with me.”

“I need to finish my hair,” Sam answered plainly.

“You started doing your hair half an hour ago!”

“Well, it’s not done!”

“Oh, my god,” Danny responded, a genuine irritation starting to pull at his muscles as he gently banged his head against the door again. “Seriously, Sam, come on. Halloween is wasting away!”

“5 minutes, baby, I promise,” Sam obliged, his voice taking on a gentle quality that always brought Danny to his knees. Danny sighed and murmured an “okay, love you” before trudging back to the couch. He knew that any sort of relationship with Sam meant working on Sam’s time schedule and nobody else’s, so he decided to just wait it out like he always did. Until, of course, curiosity began to overtake his annoyance. He’d spent this whole time being frustrated over Sam’s mystery costume instead of wondering what about it was so damn important, and suddenly Danny felt the minutes passing even slower as his mind started to race with images of Sam in a myriad of skimpy costumes.

So when Sam finally called out “Okay, come here!”, Danny’s knees banged into the couch’s table and he jerkily sprinted down the hallway, bursting into the bedroom to see…that Sam wasn’t there.

“Sam?” Danny asked the empty room.

“Go sit on the bed!” 

Sam’s arm peeked out of the bathroom door and waved Danny in the direction of the bed, and Danny obeyed with a confused and wild grin on his face. He smoothed his pumpkin orange sweater and spread his legs casually, his knees swinging back and forth in anticipation.

“Okay, close your eyes,” Sam’s voice piped up again, this time with an unusual nervous tinge. Danny laughed and Sam made a noise of frustration. “Just do it!”

“Fine, fine,” Danny giggled, closing his eyes and smiling. 

Without his eyesight, Danny relied on his hearing to guide him through the next few minutes. He heard the bathroom door open again, and after what he guessed was a moment of Sam checking to see that Danny had in fact closed his eyes, he heard Sam’s soft approach. Danny felt the pressure of Sam’s legs between his as he stood in front of him, and he relaxed when Sam’s hand softly came up and smoothed Danny’s hair lovingly.

“Thanks for being patient with me,” Sam said quietly, and Danny’s smile split into a grin when he felt the welcome warmth of Sam’s lips giving him a quick kiss on the crown of his head. “I just thought this could be a fun little surprise for you.”

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Danny asked.

“Mm, not yet,” Sam answered, and Danny could hear the smile in his voice when Danny let out a dramatic sigh. “You only have to be patient for another minute. I want to see if you can remember without looking.”

“Remember?”

“Yeah,” Sam muttered shyly. Danny felt Sam’s hand grab Danny’s and move it to the smooth skin of Sam’s thigh, and Danny immediately flushed at the contact. He’d thoroughly enjoyed having a whole summer of Sam in the little shorts he exclusively wore, and Danny was happy to get a taste of it back after the past month of jeans and joggers. Danny grinned further as he gave Sam’s thigh a squeeze, wringing a chuckle from Sam before he went quiet again and slowly moved Danny’s hand further up. Danny wrinkled his nose in thought as he finally felt a brush of fabric on his wrist, his hand venturing upwards of his own accord now and grasping the soft fabric of what he assumed was Sam’s boxers as something else blanketed his hand and wrist. 

“Is this…” Danny finally said. “A skirt?”

“Ding, ding,” Sam answered cheerfully, continuing to play with Danny’s hair with his free hand, his other still firmly gripping Danny’s wrist as his thumb swiped over Sam’s hipbone. 

“Freaky,” Danny smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. “I don’t think I’ve ever-”

With a jarring rush, a memory long buried came crashing down on Danny and stunned him into silence. He was about to say he’d never seen Sam in a skirt, but he had. On one, horrible Halloween night that he’d desperately tried to forget back when trying to forget interactions with Sam was a daily activity. Danny first and foremost remembered the fight that neither of them could pinpoint an origin to, as well as the miserable, slow ride he had driven alongside Sam on the sidewalk, refusing to get into Danny’s car and hurling obscenities while Danny pleaded with him to get in. But what Danny also remembered was the costume that Sam had worn and nearly driven him insane with: a simple cheerleader outfit. Still keeping his eyes shut, he tilted his head up at Sam.

“No way,” Danny breathed, his hands now roaming freely over the skirt and crop top as Sam hummed at his touch. “You kept it?”

“Of course I did,” Sam chirped, giving Danny another kiss on the head. “I had this sick determination that it’d get some proper use one day and, you know, lo and behold.”

“Did you wear it just to rile me up?” Danny asked hurriedly. “Can I look now?”

“Yes, and yes,” Sam giggled.

Danny’s eyes shot open and sure enough, there was Sam, standing cocky and gorgeous in that same cheer outfit from a year ago. It seemed like forever and no time at all at the same time. Sam had let his hair grow out over the spring and summer, and it swung gloriously in a ponytail with the same tacky blue scrunchie. A few stray pieces framed his face as he smiled triumphantly down at Danny and Danny thought for a moment (and deep down he really believed) that Sam might be the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And here, standing barely clothed in a cheap costume he’d been hyping for a month straight just to turn Danny on, Danny thought he might also be the hottest person he’d ever seen.

“You just gonna sit there with your hands under my skirt?” Sam teased, shimmying his hips slightly to make the pleats of his skirt flip and brush against Danny’s hands. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Danny countered, moving backwards a little bit and using his grip on Sam’s hips to pull him forward and down onto Danny’s lap, which was already sporting a considerable tent in his jeans. Sam’s cheeks started to glow pink and his grin grew even more sly as he settled in Danny’s lap as Danny’s semblance of restraint started to slip from his grasp as his palms slid over Sam’s soft sides and up and down Sam’s thighs. Danny let out a rattling sigh as his lips finally met Sam’s neck, eliciting a quick whine from Sam as Danny breathed in his sweet scent and began to leave long, lingering kisses, which were really more of an excuse to lap at Sam’s skin and keep him as close as possible. He babied the sensitive spot under Sam’s jaw that always drew the most noises from Sam, who he could feel was quickly hardening as he clung to Danny and giggled faintly.

“No more hickeys, thank you, so keep those teeth away,” Sam hummed as Danny’s pace started to pick up, his fingernails now digging into Sam’s skin and his teeth grazing Sam’s throat as his mind melted into blank bliss. Danny just laughed against Sam’s neck and nudged Sam down to meet him, finally giving him a heated kiss that made Sam exhale loudly through his nose and grasp Danny’s jaw as they sank into a familiar rhythm. 

“Can I ask you something?” Danny rasped, pulling back and yanking the scrunchie from Sam’s hair, causing it to fall all around them in a silken curtain. 

“Sure,” Sam answered, his eyes still greedily glued to Danny’s lips as he squirmed in Danny’s grasp to chase any kind of friction he could get. 

“What did you want to happen at that Halloween party?” Danny asked, arching a questioning brow at Sam while beginning to push his skirt further up. “Did you think I was gonna lock the door and have my way with you away from listening ears?”

“Maybe a little,” Sam mumbled shyly, his voice barely audible as he watched Danny’s hands grip and dig into his thighs, revealing his thin underwear with the skirt out of the way. 

“You probably wanted them to hear, though,” Danny murmured, giving Sam a kiss on his neck while his thumbs slowly hooked Sam’s underwear, the pad of his right thumb just barely kissing the very tip of Sam’s member. “Right?”

Sam answered with silence, still watching Danny’s infuriatingly slow movements. Danny smiled and kissed the apple of Sam’s cheek before removing a hand from Sam’s groin and sweetly sliding it into Sam’s hair before firmly tugging. Sam’s head jerked up to meet Danny’s eyes and Danny gave him a look.

“Right?” Danny repeated, brushing his nose against Sam’s so their lips were just barely touching. “Tell me.”

“Right,” Sam echoed obediently, his eyes glazing slightly as he swallowed and Danny knew he had him right where he wanted him. “I always wanted you to just do something. Anything, really.”

“Aw, you’ve always liked being my pretty little thing to fawn over, haven’t you, baby?” Danny cooed, nipping at Sam’s bottom lip and pulling away before Sam could return the favor. “Although I admit I’m a little surprised that you’re into the whole slutty cheerleader thing. Kind of basic.”

“I am not basic,” Sam scoffed, and Danny laughed appreciatively at his disgust.

“Fine, fine, maybe you’re just into the whole slut thing in general,” Danny hummed, shifting Sam off of his lap and tossing him onto his side on the bed, where he landed with a laugh as Danny rolled next to him and started attacking his neck with kisses again.  

Eventually, they ended up with Danny straddling Sam’s lap as he pinned him to the bed, his affection growing increasingly aggressive as all of Sam’s perfect little noises urged him on. Danny finally reached down to tear off Sam’s dizzying little skirt, but in the process of yanking it down his legs, he felt the cheap material rip in his ironclad grip. Immediately, they both froze and looked at the chunk of fabric in Danny’s palm, the both of them breathing heavily before Sam looked up with round, pleading eyes. 

“You like that?” Danny asked, a little bit of cockiness lacing his voice. Sam instantly began nodding and scooted his hips further against Danny, pressing into him.

“The rest, rip the rest,” Sam begged unabashedly, tossing his hair off his shoulders and staring him down. Danny smiled haughtily and obliged him, reaching up under Sam’s top and grabbing the collar before yanking down, keeping firm eye contact as the thin garment ripped loudly in his fist. Sam’s chest started heaving even more as Danny lazily tossed it aside and settled over Sam’s reclined figure again, letting Sam reach up under his own sweater and grab desperately at him while he kissed and sucked on Danny’s jaw and neck.

“Not gonna let you rip this one,” Danny joked softly, working the sweater over his head and dropping it on the carpet. “Not that I think you could.”

“How rude,” Sam muttered, not stopping even as he spoke.

“Someone’s greedy tonight,” Danny pressed on, allowing himself a moment to start to unbutton his pants and slide them down while Sam was lost in his haze. “I’m starting to think you never wanted to watch a movie.”

“My plan was if you forced me to start the movie, I’d just start sucking you off,” Sam chuckled, the warmth of his breath in Danny’s ear setting every nerve in Danny’s body alight as he began to picture it. Sam was obsessed with keeping his eyes on Danny while he did it, blinking and batting his lashes like it was nothing at all while Danny gripped his hair and writhed at Sam’s touch. The more Danny focused in on the feel of Sam’s lips on his neck and face, the more he began to crave the soft, spit slicked pressure somewhere else. 

“You should show me how you would’ve done it,” Danny purred, grinning when Sam pulled away with his eyes lit up and his hands already beginning to brace on Danny’s hips. Danny moved off of Sam and shifted to the side of the bed again, letting out a small laugh when Sam scurried off the bed and immediately sank to his knees in front of Danny, looking up at him in patient awe. Danny’s stomach fluttered at Sam’s unfettering devotion, and he cupped Sam’s cheek lovingly, pressing his thumb against the soft indent in Sam’s bottom lip to give him something to suckle on while he eagerly pulled off Danny’s boxers. Without even a moment of hesitation, Sam was on him, drawing a rare shocked whine out of Danny when Sam immediately sank his mouth over Danny’s dick and hollowed his cheeks, his tongue pressed firmly and his eyes fluttered shut. Danny tried to say something, anything, but the overwhelming and unrelenting sensation of Sam’s perfect, expertly trained mouth rendered Danny speechless and reduced him to loud, shuddering breaths and hums. 

“Sam, come on, slow down,” Danny finally choked out, lacing his fingers into Sam’s hair and pulling him off of him. Sam’s eyes met his, looking frenzied and nearly crazed as spit rolled down his chin and his flushed lips stretched into a lazy smile while he caught his breath. He went limp in Danny’s grip as he always did when Danny touched his hair in any capacity, giving Danny a moment to think when he remembered the glittering scrunchie on his wrist. With shaking hands, he pulled it off and smoothed Sam’s hair back, tying it up with a snap of the elastic and tightening it just rough enough for Sam to wince and flush. Firmly, Danny kept his grip on the scrunchie and guided Sam back down, unable to help his own smile when Sam kept his eyes on him when his sweet smile closed over his cock again and welcomed it readily. Danny set the pace this time around, keeping Sam slow and steady as he sucked and lapped while Danny’s breathing picked up and he felt his release approaching far sooner than he wanted. In moments of pure pleasure and connection like that, Danny wished time could stop and they could stay in frozen ecstasy forever, only restarting and stopping again to give Sam his own turn. With Sam on his knees with the remnants of the cheerleader costume, Danny thought for a moment about Halloween night the year previous. He had erased and rewritten the ending of that night a thousand times in his head, and this felt like the ultimate redemption and the perfect ending he had dreamed of. God, the only thing he’d wanted to do was lock the door and make Sam pay for all the tension and frustration with his hands and cock, and the memory of those emotions made Danny’s grip tighten and pick up the pace. Sam seemed to notice this, his eyes going soft and dopey as his neck bobbed faster and faster and he started to choke out spit slick whimpers and gags in response. The pleasure was overwhelming and it wasn’t long before Danny realized he was a goner.

“It’s all yours, baby, all yours,” Danny breathed, his mouth dry and his hips now bucking into Sam’s mouth as he felt his muscles contract and his adrenaline buzz. “Take it, take it, take it, take it-”

Sam let out an unexpected, needy whine and Danny’s hips bucked one more time before he was pushed over the edge, letting out a relieved, stuttering groan as he came hard and painted Sam’s throat. Sam, ever the obedient angel, only waited until Danny was finished to bring his hands out from behind his back to give Danny a few last pumps that made Danny cry out and fall flat on his back, his spent cock leaking one last time. Sam cleaned him up dutifully as Danny heaved and stared at the ceiling, his breath rattling in his throat as he swallowed and came down from his high. 

Danny was only shook from his delirium by the warm, gentle presence of Sam kissing the still shivering insides of his thighs, which made Danny smile as he wiped sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. But Danny only sat up when Sam’s usual kisses turned into gentle nips and suppressions of stilted breaths and moans, looking down curiously at Sam as he realized that Sam was grinding down on the ground with his eyes closed and his mouth pressed feverishly to Danny’s skin. 

“Hey, bunny,” Danny said quietly, as if not to disturb Sam from his haze. When Sam was in this state of mind, it was hard to shake him from it until he came. “How are you?”

Danny softly put his hand on Sam’s cheek and Sam nuzzled into it, kissing his palm and trying to suck at his fingers as Sam’s hips rolled and pressed down into the carpet, his movements practiced and shuddering. Danny got a chill watching Sam try to relieve himself in such a desperate, mindless way, and he suddenly felt a loving mercy. Sam’s pleasure was really Danny’s, and he always wanted to help. 

“Come here,” Danny urged softly, shifting back on the bed to give Sam enough room to sit on his lap again, which Sam did quickly despite his wobbling legs. He straddled Danny’s wide, toned thigh and let out a content sigh, his cock still restricted by his underwear as he started grinding again. Danny let his hands settle on Sam’s hips and he applied just enough pressure to give Sam a lot less freedom to rock, keeping him flush and anchored as Sam frowned petulantly and his hips struggled to jerk. 

“Not gonna be that easy, honey,” Danny smiled, kissing Sam on the cheek and looking down at the visibly dampened fabric of Sam’s tented underwear. “But you like that, don’t you?”

“It hurts,” Sam mumbled, his words soft and whining as he fought for friction. “I’m close.”

“I know, I know,” Danny whispered soothingly. “But you haven’t earned it, have you? Kept me waiting all month for a costume that got ripped in 20 minutes, and now you’re almost ready to cum without me doing a damn thing. That’s no fun.”

“Sorry,” Sam whispered back, his motion slowing as he shrank in shame. But his cheeks were still rosy and his arms lifted to circle Danny’s neck and Danny knew that he was still more than happy to be where he was. 

“You better be,” Danny replied darkly, his nails digging into Sam’s skin as he pushed him down even harder on to his thigh. “Did you like having the control for a little bit? Stringing me along like you used to, you little fuck?”

“Yeah,” Sam answered honestly, his voice soft and hoarse as he kept his head down, his eyes glued to where his knee was pressed to Danny’s flushed cock. 

“Fuck you for that,” Danny hissed in Sam’s ear, biting hard on Sam’s earlobe and releasing his grip ever so slightly to allow for Sam’s jerk reaction. He jumped a little before grinding down again, his movements incessant as his throat leaked a pathetic whine, swallowing a little like he was about to cry. When Danny grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up, he could see the tears glossing Sam’s sleepy doll eyes as he stared pleadingly at Danny. 

“Isn’t it so much easier to just let me do everything for you?” Danny pressed further, falling into his old habit of talking Sam through it with a barrage of questions that scrambled him into a babbling, empty headed little toy with a thousand buttons for him to press. Sam nodded immediately and Danny grinned victoriously.

“See what happens when you try to take over?” Danny purred condescendingly, fully removing his hands from Sam’s hips and smoothing them down Sam’s legs and then up over the curve of his ass, pulling Sam closer and causing him to cry out from the sudden friction. 

“Danny,” Sam whimpered, his voice cracking as he wordlessly began to reach his peak. “Come on, you’re being so mean to me.”

“But that’s what you wanted,” Danny assured confidently. “It’s always you being my sweet thing to love on. But there’s a reason you picked that costume to remind me of that night…that fucking night. You don’t want to feel like you’re my perfect angel.”

Danny paused for a moment, and Sam watched him as he let the tension stretch and thicken. It was delicious, and infuriating, and Sam was dizzy and tearful and horrifically in love. 

“You want me to feel like how I did that night,” Danny continued, his words like a revelation as he shook his head slightly at Sam, his lip curling a little. “And you want to feel like I fucking hate you.”

Sam didn’t answer, his back arching inwards as he buried his head against Danny’s neck and gave a pathetic little buck, his body communicating what he couldn’t with words. Danny chuckled lightly, taking in this new information and letting it sink in. He expected to be uncomfortable with the thought of talking to Sam like he had always wanted to when they had been in that frustrating space where Danny was never sure whether he wanted to fuck or fight him more, but he wasn’t. 

This night wasn’t just a fun tease. 

It was a catharsis. 

Maybe Sam hadn’t been entirely aware of the ground he had laid with this plan, but Danny was a little impressed. Honestly, it made him love Sam all the more. But those warm feelings were not what either of them needed at that moment, and Danny was going to take advantage of this while he could.

“I did hate you,” Danny whispered, hooking his fingers over the waistband of Sam’s underwear and finally pulling it down, drinking in Sam’s immediate gasp  as his stiff dick met the cool air. “You hated me too, probably. Unwarranted, but I get it.”

Danny pulled on Sam’s ponytail to free his face from Danny’s neck, holding his palm under Sam’s mouth and suppressing a loving smile as Sam immediately spit, still unable to look Danny in the eye. Danny finally put his hand to Sam’s dick, pumping slow and hard and Sam fell into the warmth of Danny’s shoulder again as he let out a long, low groan. Danny loved all of Sam’s high pitched squeals and cries, but there was something about the sounds from deep in Sam’s chest that gave him a different thrill. He kissed Sam’s neck and leaned his head against his, his ear in the perfect spot to hear every tiny sound. 

“You were such a fucking bitch,” Danny growled, his speed picking up ever so slightly as he let his mind wallow in the dark places he hadn’t touched on in over six months. “I used to think about you bending over those randoms like you gave a fuck and just fume. That’s not what you needed, that’s never what you needed. You needed this. To shut the fuck up for once in your life and just take it.”

Mirroring Sam’s frenzy from early, Danny took his grasp on Sam from zero to 100 in a moment’s time, his wrist aching as he stroked and pulled despite Sam’s sharp cry in his ear to slow down. 

“You wanted me to fuck you, so here I am, fucking you,” Danny smiled, cupping the back of Sam’s head and pushing him back against his skin, muffling his whines and gasps. “Fuck, fuck you, baby. Fuck. You.”

With a cresting sob, Sam arched and came in Danny’s hand, his chest heaving as Danny’s frustration melted in an instant and he immediately began a stream of whispered praises into Sam’s wild hair. Danny began to panic slightly when Sam’s small sobs into Danny’s neck continued. When he leaned back to assess Sam, he worried that he went too far when he saw Sam’s face flushed and streaked with large tears that still pooled in his pale waterline. Sam sniffed and gave him a little smile, chuckling scratchily while Danny kissed his face and held him flush to his chest, fervently asking if he was okay and apologizing profusely. 

“No, no, I’m fine, Dan,” Sam insisted, his voice very fond as he pushed Danny’s hair back and pressed his cheek against Danny’s as he leaned into him. “Great, actually. Just got overwhelmed. s’good, baby, it was really, really good, I’m okay.”

“My poor baby,” Danny cooed, twisting to keep kissing Sam’s cheek and then migrating to his lips, still whispering sweet nothings between hot, wet kisses. 

“Stop, I’m gonna cum again,” Sam giggled as Danny kissed his neck. “Where are my boxers? Lemme off.”

“No, stay here,” Danny complained, locking his arms tight around Sam’s torso and falling backwards again, sending Sam sprawling on top of him and making his ponytail smack Danny in the eyes. They laughed as they struggled against each other, with Sam finally rolling off of Danny and the both of them laying in the silence following their laughter for a moment before Danny spoke up.

“Happy Halloween,” Danny grinned, turning to look at Sam. Sam smiled back at him and Danny felt his heart flutter. At the end of it all, it was all just Sam, wasn’t it? He was everything. It washed over him in the wake of the tired old anger he’d tapped into that he realized was really, truly gone from his heart. He accepted it with a sigh and it seemed like Sam had heard each and every one of those thoughts, knitting his brow sympathetically for a moment before smiling wider and scrunching his nose at Danny.

“Happy Halloween indeed,” Sam said with a teasing flair. “We need to throw this blanket in the laundry immediately. And I might need to be thrown back in the shower.”

“Roger that,” Danny sighed. “Are we really not gonna watch a scary movie?”

“We can!” Sam assured, looking over the edge of the bed for any stray shirts or sweatpants. “I just want to be clean first.”

“No blow drying this time,” Danny instructed, rolling onto his stomach and grabbing his sweater from off the floor and tossing it onto Sam’s head. “Here.”

“Yes,” Sam said excitedly, finally standing up and then swaying slightly when his knees threatened to buckle. “Woah, shit.”

“Yeah, man, you had quite a ride,” Danny teased, which Sam received with a disgusted scoff and a kiss on Danny’s forehead before he set off towards the bathroom. “Wait, bring me a washcloth!”

“Yes, sir,” Sam replied in a mocking, breathy tone, and Danny rolled his eyes fondly at Sam’s immediate return to attitude. “Wait, oh my god!”

“What?”

Sam let out a little laugh and walked out of the bathroom as soon as he’d ducked through the doorway, holding his hands behind his back with a barely contained laugh.

“Hold out your hands,” Sam said with a grin. “I forgot to give you your costume.”

“Oh, right,” Danny replied with a curious lift of his eyebrow, cupping his palms and closing his eyes again. “Forgotten in the heat of the moment, I guess.”

“You’re gonna love it,” Sam giggled, letting something cold and something fabricky settle in Danny’s palm. “Surprise!”

Danny opened his eyes and immediately scoffed with a laugh when he saw the glasses and bowtie in his hand, giving Sam a “Really?” look. 

“Dang, this was going to be a full blown roleplay, huh?” Danny teased, making a grab for Sam, causing him to try and snake his way out of Danny’s grasp while he blushed.

“Maybe I think you’re cute in glasses,” Sam flirted, playfully swatting Danny’s shoulder before turning towards the bathroom door again. “Plus, you are a nerd.”

“What are you, 9?” Danny joked. “You’re literally a scientist, I’m pretty sure that makes you the king of nerds.”

“Bow down, then, biatch,” Sam said with grandiose. Danny immediately started booing him and Sam slammed the door behind him, his laughs muffled by the wood. Danny stared at the door, the smile still heavy on his face as he listened to the shower turn on and the curtain rustle, finding it almost unreal that it was Sam in there. In this apartment, even. With Danny. And on top of that, with him in the way that he’d always dreamed. Whatever nightmare they’d endured had melted into what Danny was convinced was a dream, and as he sat stripped and sore, he prayed for the first time in a long time that he’d never wake up. 

~~~

[godslush]

I guess as part of the slow migration of stuff I can no longer rely on referring to TwiX for, here's a few more concepts from the Gothic AU. Most of the Stardroid stuff is @dahlia-the-nurd's business, but I've drawn a few, and we started working on some Second Numbers stuff. There's also more OC-focused art, but that's another can of worms and a little more personal.

Organized a bit weird here because my inconsistent aspect ratios are messing with thumbnail focus.

Pluto (the only SRN I was 'responsible' for coming up with backstory for) was a witch's familiar, a black cat who absorbed her moon-based magic and reincarnated through nine lifetimes, gaining more and more silver fur each time, specializing in fae shapeshifting. Being on his final life, he works for Sunstar and Terra as a manor guard and concierge of sorts.

I know very little about Jupiter, save he's a harpy living in the 'SRN' manor's tower, keeping watch with his corvid flock. Despite being a 'Gothic Horror' AU, the setting eventually branched into other folklores and mythologies, with the 'gothic' stuff being most prominent due to the focused region centering around the vampires' and werewolves' ecological origin point. The 'Stardroids' are a motley collection because they've come from all over the world.

Neptune is meant to fill the "Creature from the Black Lagoon" niche as far as the 'classic movie monsters' interpretation of 'gothic horror' goes, and lives in the lake/moat of the manor. Hilariously enough, he is also the manor's primary chef. A rare traditionally-drawn concept piece, but doesn't show off how he's usually caked in algae, and carries a big ol' hook.

Two pics of werewolf Sunstar, done in a far more 'clean' style, because we had just watched Castlevania, haha. Also, something about his design makes me want to go that extra mile.

The Second Numbers are all werewolves, with 'Wily' being one of the oldest; his inner circle of original converts being one of the more notorious 'packs' terrorizing the countryside from their base in a cave with a conveniently skull-shaped mountain face.

Metal is an anti-hunter, who masquerades as a woodcutter and carpenter going from town to town, weeding out threats and opening the towns to raids. Despite this, his initial conversion to werewolf wasn't exactly stellar, and he prefers the company of humans over other werewolves when possible.

Air, by contrast, was killed by hunters rather gruesomely, only to be subjected to an attempt at revival through dark magic. It worked, but he retained sapience - enough so to enact revenge on the hunters who did it. He can no longer revert to human form, but it's a small price to pay given his current reanimated state has a reputation for being nigh unbeatable unkillable.

[alienidolism]

Can I have some Spider-Man npts? /nf

yeah totally ! did some from a bunch of different spider man stuff ( comics , spiderverse etc. ) since you didnt really specify ! hope thats alright !

names ;

scarlet , ricochet , benjamin , dusk , stacy , webbler , rio , ohnn , punk , sunny , sunflower , comix , boots , SP//DER , morgan , poise , toxin , twix

pronouns ;

spider/spideys , fan/fantastic/fantastical , web/webs , rad/radioactive , bit/bites , byte/bytes , synth/synths , sense/senses , hero/heroes , widow/widows , mech/mechs , lego/legos ,

titles

your friendly neighborhood spiderman , the one the only spiderman , the one slinging 'round town , ( prn ) whos from earth- ( number ) , the one with the mecha spider suit , ( prn ) who collects comics , the one in the suit , ( prn ) who travels the spiderverse

not all that knowledged on spiderman stuff so i apologize if it feels lacking !!!! i hope you like it either way ! thank you !!

[urlsaremeaningless]

...and they were roommates

my roommates and i had a running quote wall. These things were actually said by my roommates ( Liam, Levi, Abby, ) & me, {mostly to each other,} or some other random visitors to our college dorm.

Feel free to change pronouns as needed <3 have fun! please reblog this if you enjoy it.

I need two 'c's on that thick.

I'm fucking love apple butter

Was it...supposed to be that color?

You are a bundle of misfortune.

It's Bi culture to fuck waffles.

I want to be able to take off my sweatshirt without being accused of being a stripper

Bitch, take some knee-agrea. contact your doctor today

Six and Four quarters

Kick my ass cuz' I'm a furry.

I was respecting people, [name]. PUT A DICK IN YOUR MOUTH.

What is success? ...Getting weed for free and not having to blow anyone.

I'm going to forget everything I just.....read.

I ate a twix and it tasted like cheese

I just live here.

Was Alexander Hamilton a real person?

I just didn't think about how birds fly.

I love you, [name], but are you fucking stupid?

Oh my GOD, you PENIS

No pepperoni, just want dead

Abnorbal

plants cannot scream

This one? [points to arm pit] is the problem child.

why are blades so sharp?

I wouldn't punch a woman...probably.

my thighs will not be contained by your mortal jeans

you're a sleep deprived four year old with tits.

I sit very gay

There's just a lot of gay siblings in this town....I mean, what's in the water?

i'm constantly upset by penis

isn't she a murder lesbian?

my body IS my ass

why did you smoke weed in one eye?

his hand felt like a dead fish in the hot summer sun

Hey gay, I'm {name].

we're done talking about DEAD BABIES NOW.

Why is it sticky on the floor?!

Uh, my bad....have to go.

Get your gender out of my face.

[Name]...do you need a pair of headphones?

I did get in between your legs though, so that's something.

she's gonna eat you like jesus!

Back to [name] & the FUCKING GEESE.

I was thinking in the shower, not in a fun way, but a gross way.

[leeloooonfire]

Eddie lamenting that he and his boyfriend Steve are never alone bc a certain small town lesbian is glued to their sides.

Dustin: oh…come on, you knew Steve and Robin are like this. It’s like buying a Twix for the first time. Expecting one chocolate bar and getting two instead.

[dailycharacteroption]

Book Review: Faiths of Purity

And with today’s entry we end off the week with a beginning, a beginning of a quadrilogy in the Pathfinder Player Companion line of books, focused on the various faiths of Golarion’s Inner Sea Region deities.

Now, I say faiths specifically instead of deities, since this book is less about the deities themselves and more about how the mortals worship them and incorporate their beliefs into their daily lives.

The reason that these books came to be was to help build the world and give a religious character that one was portraying plenty of inspiration for what they would value and what sort of holy days and the like they would celebrate and follow through with, which was a fair bit more than what we got out of deity descriptions in many editions of D&D. Sure, you knew their alignments, their domains, and they symbols, but beyond a paragraph or two, their lore was pretty sparse in most books, so it was a nice change of pace.

The book starts with a breakdown of the seven good-aligned major deities in the Inner Sea Region, specifically information about their faith and their worshippers, everything from what sort of classes favor the religion, what they wear to identify themselves to other members of the faith outside of holy symbols, how they worship, what they consider taboo, and of course, their goals. Additionally, there is a bit on what sort of relationship the faithful have with other belief systems. These deities range from the frivolous but heroic followers of Cayden Cailean, the wandering and wise Desnans, the parental (and condescending) followers of Erastil, the righteous devotees of Iomedae, Sarenites who honor the mighty but merciful hand of the Dawnflower, art-focused followers of Shelyn, and the stalwart followers of Torag.

The book goes on further to briefly speak of the goodly minor deities. While not gone into the same detail, gives a good idea of what sort of followers they attract. They even go into the Empyreal Lords as well!

From there, we get various organizations that are tied to the aforementioned religions but having more specialized goals than simply following the teachings of said divinity. Things like secret organizations that bring light to nations of tyranny, or knightly orders.

Beyond that we get new combat feats associated with the fighting styles of the god’s followers (but not the divine fighting style feat, that comes later), as well as spells associated with each faith.

Additionally, with the exception of chaotic divinities, these faiths all qualify as valid options for a paladin to follow, and each one actually has an entry about how the oaths of paladins are altered by the nature of the god they worship, such as Shelynite paladins never striking first except to protect innocent life, and valuing the beauty and cultural importance of works of art greatly and seeking to protect them as well.

Finally, there is a bit on the various holy days and observances each faith in this book observes, which can be a fun way to set up festivals when the party goes to town or even inspiration for characters that would observe them even far away from where their faith is common.

The lore offered in this book is a major worldbuilding boon, as characters and NPCs alike can be fleshed out a lot by how they interact with and observe their faith. Faith means a lot to many people in the real world, so why wouldn’t it for characters in a fantasy world, even if they themselves aren’t divinely empowered?

Additonally, I like that none of the art in this book is of the deities themselves. Instead, it’s all example art of various worshippers of the faith, tying back to the “divinity from the mortal perspective” angle that this book and it’s companions are going for.

I do love this book. It’s a fun expansion of lore into the various major goodly faiths of the primary region of our setting, with plenty of fluffy to inspire characters with a light bit of crunch like that bit of cookie in a Twix bar. Firm enough for substance, but not so prominent so as to overshadow the texture of that delicious caramel. I hope that simile makes any kind of sense.

I don’t have super lots to complain about in this book, but I will say some of it is a little outdated, from Erastil’s somewhat traditionalist ideals that got downplayed in 2e to the paragraph on Apsu claiming that he does not grant divine magic to non-draconic followers, something that proves expressly not true in later books. (There’s even a paladin archetype that is baseline assumed to be associated with him, after all). But overall most of it is still good.

And that does it for our first week of book reviews, and the reception has been quite positive, so I’ll definitely be continuing this special in the future! But for now, look forward to more archetypes next week, and more specials in the future.

[nsharks]

I love your writing so much!!! I just had a thought:

Imagine the next time Twix goes into town for supplies and finds a bottle of nail polish and goes back and paints Blue’s nails. It was the first time she ever had her nails painted and she was so happy cause she felt so pretty and like the girls in the magazines. Ghost was watching from afar and secretly smiling that his little girl is so happy!!! (I’m not crying you are)

so sweet :')

[slocumjoe]

could i get your take on what the companions (or just my favorite boy X6's) top 10 fave candies/foods would be in a modern AU?

anon you are in luck, because I am constantly thinking about the diets and eating habits of my blorbos

The numbered list isn't in any particular order, it's just so I don't have to manually count each point

so

What the companions would eat if not in a post apocalypse

Cait; Wouldn't have a taste for fancier cuisine. Eats more...hick-ish. I can say that because I was a hick with this kind of diet, growing up. Has a taste for filling, cheap, low-effort food...think lots of fast food, but "healthier" fast food. Like Chipotle, Panera, etc. Can cook, doesn't often, but will if she has a craving. Savory or tart tastes. She tends to eat lighter than you'd expect.

Blueberry brownie anything, favors dark chocolate in general

Submarine sandwiches, anything with pickles

Key lime pie

Salt and vinegar chips and thinks critics of such chips are cowards

Peach Redbull, any energy drinks though

Storebought hummus and Doritos, has been seen eating hummus with just a spoon though

Blueberry bread pudding. Simple to make, fun to eat, very comforting. Buys her bread already stale from a local bakery, has a guy to hook her up with the old shit

Seafood chowder

Sausages in any capacity. Jerky sticks, breakfast sausage, etc. Loves chorizo.

Honey buns from the gas station

Curie; Health nut, she eats like every influencer claims they eat like. Only, Curie actually eats like that. Lots of fresh foods and whole grains, little red meat. However, Curie makes a point to have foods that other health nuts would condemn, thinks its really important to not label any food as "bad." So, she balances between health nut and normal person. Her taste leans toward bright and/or sweet. Dislikes red meat.

Salmon breakfast wraps

Tropical fruit smoothies, eats so much pineapple

Iced tea, favors raspberry. Never seen without an iced tea of some kind

Halibut tacos, likes red cabbage and a fuck ton of lemon on it. Soft shells all the way

Bananas foster

Whipped brie dip, eats it with anything but loves it on apples, basically dessert

Lemon pepper grilled chicken and rice

So many salads, loves that you can just throw shit in a bowl and call it a recipe. Likes strawberries and almonds

Lemon poppyseed muffins

Shrimp and bitter melon stir fry

Danse; mixed bag. One on hand, small town diner tastes. Simple, cheap, good ol' American food. On the other, he's doomed to be a soldier in every universe he's in, so...maybe he picks up some tastes and dishes from places he's toured. Gets a weird pallate that shoots in all directions and makes you wonder what it's like in that thick skull. One day he's a good American boy with pancakes and steak, the next he's eating cake mix dry and drinking tahini from a flask.

Anything BBQ, but a pulled pork devotee

Hot coffee so heavily creamed and sugars it looks like milk. He likes the twix combo of chocolate, shortbread, and caramel flavors

Prepackaged baked goods a la Hostess, fucks up little Debbie oatmeal cookies

Apple and pecan pie

Menemen—Turkish dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, bell peppers, spices to taste, and (controversially) onions. Adds sausage and cheese, eats it with a fork or spoon (its meant to be eaten with bread)

Khachapuri—Georgian cheesy bread with egg. Eats with a knife and fork. (its meant to be eaten with the bread crust)

Smores pop tarts

Beef and potato stew

Rice bowl with fried egg and avocado, bonus points if it has bacon

Straight cookie dough/brownie/cake batter, usually when he's black out drunk and cannot shame himself out of eating raw egg products.

Deacon; Very childhood comfort food. Y'know, things you had as a kid, but probably grew out of a bit? Eats out of gas stations/takeout frequently. Very open flavor pallete, has tried everything he's had the chance to. Likes one-handed food, stuff you can have the other hand free for. Doesn’t really have a 'theme', has broad horizons for his diet. Likes lighter, mild flavors, though. He eats lightly and on the go a lot.

Hot/corn dogs, taste in hot dog toppings varies

Egg salad sandwiches

French fries and vanilla ice cream, classic combo

Mango sticky rice

Cornbread with any accompaniments. Likes honey or chili, thinks if you have a drink with cornbread, you ain't a real cornhead

Penne alla vodka

Cucumber salad. This could mean a salad with cucumbers, that trending Asian recipe where you cut the cumber so its springy, or eating a cucumber like a hotdog.

Fried mushrooms

Usually just drinks water but will have gator/powerade when he's working. Likes purple flavor

Captain crunch cereal, loves all cereal though. Prefers the kibble stuff to the berries. Starts philosophical debates about the morality of Trix commercials vs Lucky Charms commercials

Gage; His favorite foods reflect his upbringing. Coastal swamp cuisine, cheap and made in bulk. Take Danse's pallate and hyperlocalize it, and then lower the budget by a good amount. Things he grew up eating. Would gradually replace his favorites with pricier, 'less embarrassing' dishes, distances himself from his origins. However, takes care to not looked too loaded. Smokey and savory flavors are his thing, likes more spice than people expect.

Doberge cake, which is layered with pudding, often half-chocolate and half-lemon

Red beans and rice, with stewed pork if they could afford it

Blackened fish of any kind, liked it with cilantro-lime rice

Steak with potatoes and/or eggs

Chronic iced tea drinker like Curie, though he prefers the bitter kinds

Scallops

Brussels sprouts defender and will fight for their honor

Peaches

Was introduced to curry during a business meeting/outing. Could drink that shit from a glass, has it with potatoes and porkchops.

Lobster anything. This is one of those 'less embarresing' things, but he genuinely enjoys a good lobster roll. Even if he prefers a freshly-caught lobster bisque. Again, something he had growing up, something he pushes away.

Hancock; Similar to Deacon, but favors fatty, greasy food. No, it's not the drugs, that's just his metabolism. He's a skinny twink, always starving, can never put on weight. Eats as much as Danse, who is a big guy and needs more calories than most. He's really into street food and foreign dishes, won't eat at a restaurant if they speak fluent English or have good customer service. IYKYK. Very comfort food heavy, lots of "this would slap with Netflix at 2 am"

A classic oxtail, mac and cheese, and collard green take out combo

Any and all American-chinese take out, usually gets eggplant tofu with chow mein and cream cheese rangoons

"Walking tacos", those things where you open a small bag of chips and dump White People taco makings in. Probably just tips the whole thing into his mouth

Yakitori, Japanese chicken skewers, popular bar food

Bloody Mary cocktails

Pizza, will fight for the honor of pineapple. Would really be into how Brazil does pizza

Frozen yogurt and ice cream, piles with toppings

Breakfast sandwiches or wraps. Egg, meat, cheese, doesn't matter the time nor specifics.

Jam donuts, loves cherry fillings

Puppy chow/muddy buddies, chex cereal covered in chocolate and powdered sugar. Eats his weight in them if not careful

MacCready; forces himself to learn how to cook for Duncan's sake, but for himself...good God. It's horrible. Eats like garbage. Would never drink water if not to set an example. Take out, frozen food, so much candy and soda. After Duncan, broadens his horizons. Finds he really likes soups. Just throw shit in a pot and it works. Eats on a budget, so that's a life-saver. Doesn't have a preferred flavor pallete, aside from his love of candy.

Meat lover's pizza. Thinks pineapple has no place on pizza

Used to drink Mountain Dew and diet coke, replaced it with iced teas and more organic fruit juices for the sake of his teeth

Chicken soup, either from a can, or homemade. Either way, slaps. If homemade, blends veggies for a hidden veggie stock. For him, Duncan is a lot better at eating veggies, MacCready needs to trick himself.

Sour rainbow ropes

Cookie crisp cereal, thinks whoever came up with it deserved the sloppiest head. Incredible design, no notes

Cheese and sour cream chips

Famous Amos cookies

Eggo waffles

Gnocchi is God to him. Its superior to all noodles and makes your Shit In The Fridge soup 1000 times better.

Rice pudding is cheap, easy, and a surprisingly efficient sweet-tooth satisfier. Makes it with pumpkin spice mix or chocolate.

Nick; Home-cooked meals all the way. Could kill himself with cheese and die happy. Lots of easy meals and snacking so he can keep working, but will treat himself to a nice, hard-earned dinner when he has the time and energy. Likes himself the smokey, the fresh, or the sour. Probably knows all the best sub shops in the city, probably in a turf war with regulars of rival shops. Jewish delicatessens are like church to him.

Lasanga. Most of his freezer space is lasagna. Eats so much of it. He's lactose intolerant. It hurts but it hurts so good

Latkes. Fried potato things, kind of like hashbrowns, except the potato is mashed/ground instead of grated. And yes. Also pastrami. But those little potato bitches...mmmph.

Red velvet muffins with cream cheese frosting.

Fried cheese in any capacity

A prosciutto, arugula, brie, and fig sandwich

Pickled pearl onions

Cobb salad

Black coffee. Temp doesn't matter, because he's going to forget it until its room temp.

Has been known to enter fugue states and consume an absurd amount of Chicago style hot dogs

Scones or just plain bread with butter and jams

Piper; Broke college student trying to make it as a reporter. Her tastebuds are fucked, they salivate not for flavor, or texture, but for those good, good low prices. Piper's diet is almost entirely snackfood or takeout. If she ever cooks, it's for Nat. But when taking care of just herself, Piper eats from a box or bag. When she does cook, it's very simple meals. Loves her carbs and her fruit flavors

Chicken Ramen with canned chicken and frozen broccoli chucked in. Also makes this for Nat

Hot cheetos, eats with chopsticks

Spaghetti and meatballs

Fruit smoothies/smoothie bowls, blends in veggies as well for the nutrition

Coka cola and anything from Fanta, loves fruit sodas

Anything carbs and I mean that. Eats a lot of bread, pasta, cakes, potatoes...they're the sweetheart of anyone on a budget.

Buffalo cauliflower, likes it more than Buffalo chicken

Chewing gum. Fruit flavors only, hates mint gum. Likes mint elsewhere, just not in gum.

Nickle-nips and other "jelly/juice in a wax package" candies. Likes the charm of it, also, free chewing wax

Suckers/lollipops, big on hard candy in general but the stick satisfies her smoking habit.

Preston; A mix of easy depression/bulk meals and dishes from his childhood. Lots of spices, cooks with a lot of straight peppers. Tends to eat his food 'raw', not made into a dish. Again, easy and quick to eat. Also tends to buy pre-prepared stuff for the same reason, buys more fruits and veggies and just eats them straight. Doesn't care about eating healthy, he just lacks energy to cook most days.

I have no choice to explain this as it has no name. Casserole dish, layer of mashed potatoes, layer of shredded or chunked chicken, layer of white breakfast gravy or brown poultry gravy, top with drop biscuits. It's buttery, its savory, it is white as snow. Easy, cheap, one ladlefull is dinner. You'll get a few meals out of it, and it's so filling you have like, five minutes before you're stuffed. I call it gut-glue.

Dirty rice

Eggs scrambled with spinach

Jollof/jambalaya

Veggies and hummus or ranch

Various fruits and berries such as grapes, cherries, blackberries, and oranges

Shakshouka, eggs poached in spicy tomato sauce and eaten with bread

Chicken biscuits, crackers dusted with, like, chicken bouillon? They taste like a chicken Ramen packet sneezed on a ritz

Slurpees/Icees/those syruped gas station ice drinks

Straight peppers, eats bell peppers like apples. Eats pickled jalapeños and scotch bonnets to feel something. Drinks the liquid in pickle jars instead of alcohol, or mixes it with gelatin and makes pickle jello.

X6-88; Pretensious rich asshole who eats like it. He rarely cooks for himself, probably has a personal chef or something. Maybe his work has their own restaurants, like Google. Eats mostly vegetables, but his favorite foods skew from "Dubai Influencer" to "12 year old who earned too much lawn mowing money and was let loose in a convenience store." So much sugar. Willy Wonka's factory is his idea of heaven and until it exists, he's an atheist.

Raw meats. Steak and tuna tartar, sashimi, and sushi

Braised duck with cherries

Nduja, a spicy pork sausage spread, has it with flatbreads

Oysters. Eats them all fancy in public, eats them from a tin with doritos at home

Anything from Hostess, Little Debbie, those brands. Fucking anything. However, would kill a man for any kind of Swiss roll

Chocolate milk

Gummies, very picky with brands, hates the harder kinds like Haribo. Wants his gummies soft as a marshmellow

Cadbury eggs

Milano dark chocolate cookies

Gushers

[the-town-of-twix]

I recently dug up my two ACNL games again, to revisit them and reminisce, and it's interesting.... I've actually had a lot of villager overlap between all my games, somehow?

Like, I recruited Kyle in ACNH because of Kyle in my Twix Town. It was by chance I met him, but I still chose to nab him because of that.

I also recruited Groucho from my mom's game in ACNH, because I also have him in my town of Mystique.

I've had Biff from the getgo in ACNH, but I had him in Twix too for a bit, before he moved out.

Klaus... I think Klaus was on my sister's file, but I started my Animal Crossing experience there before getting my own, so I'll count him too.

I've also had overlap between my ACNL files though too - such as Drake, and evidently Peaches as well (whose card I own so I can eventually move her into ACNH. No I don't have a problem).

And I just found Sylvia in Twix's campsite today. She used to live in Mystique. I'm debating on whether to move her in or not bc that feels meaningful.

It's not really a big deal, nor is it REALLY meaningful. But when ACNH has 413 potential villagers, it's still interesting to me how many of the ones on my island are ones from my old games at least partially by chance. And of course this doesn't count familiar faces no longer in town, or people I turn down on islands or in campsites.... But I'd forgotten just how much overlap there already was, so it struck me as interesting nonetheless.

I wonder if I should make a joke town out of the overlap villagers if I accumulate enough of them... 🤔

[neurodivergent-fox-demon]

Day 1 - Classic Horror Film

Song for this chapter: Lovesong for a vampire

Eli smiled, stepping out of the bathroom. He straightened his dress and grinned at his uncle. “How do I look?” He was going to his first Halloween party at Peter’s drag bar and wanted to look his best. “Is it too much?” 

Peter looked up from his paper, raising a brow at his newly legal nephew. “The bride of Frankenstein? You have a world of costumes at your disposal and you went with Elizabeth Lavenza?” He stood up and walked around the young man. “The costume I would give a 9. The makeup can use some improvement. Has Lydia taught you nothing?” He gripped his chin, turning his face to get a better look.

Eli frowned, slapping his hand away. “You are such an ass. My makeup is always flawless.” He grabbed his heels and pulled them on. “So what time do I go on? I’m meeting with Alec and Hikari before heading to the club at 9pm.”

“You go on at 10, my dear nephew. Are you really sure you want to spend your first birthday as an adult at my dingy old club?” Peter hummed, tossing him the keys to his jeep. He was waiting for Chris to arrive so they could head to the club and decorate for Eli’s surprise party. He was glad that Hikari and Alec had agreed to keep the kid occupied while the rest of their pack set up for the party. 

Eli nodded, fixing his wig. “You know how much I’ve always wanted to perform on that stage. It’s Halloween and your parties are legendary.” He kissed his uncle’s cheek, leaving a bit of lipstick. “I’ll see you at 9.” He chuckled, heading out the door.

🐺

Eli grinned as he walked down the street with his arm around Hikari’s waist. She was one of his oldest friends and she had dressed as Victor Frankenstein for the evening. “What time is it?” 

Alec looked at his watch. “8:30. We should probably start heading to Peter’s.” He adjusted his cape and sighed. He really did not want to be babysitting a couple of barely legal teenagers, but he loved the thought of giving Eli the perfect 18th birthday. “Come on.” 

Hikari giggled, following them back to the jeep. “Eli, do we have any more candy? I want another Twix.” She pouted, hanging off his arm.  She preened as he kissed her forehead. 

“I have a few more in the jeep, Kari.” He grinned lovingly down at his best friend. He smiled over at Alec as they began walking down to the jeep. “So, do you think the pack is ready for us at the club?” 

Alec shrugged, walking behind them. “We did not fool you for a moment, did we?” He chuckled, licking the plastic vampire fangs in his mouth. 

Eli laughed. “Not even close, uncle Alec. You guys have thrown me a birthday party every year for the last 18 years.” He helped Hikari into the Jeep and gave her a few Twix before climbing behind the wheel. “And I doubt Papa would come back into town just to watch me perform in drag.” He lit a cigarette as he started the jeep. 

Alec rolled his eyes, climbing into the back seat. “You know that Stiles loves you. You would always come back into town for you.” He lit his own cigarette. “Him and your dad just aren’t talking at the moment.” 

Eli sighed, driving toward the club. “It’s been three years, Alec. I’m trying to understand, but Papa refuses to talk to any of us about it.” 

Hikari shrugged. “Your father sacrificed himself, and let Scott take you to LA.” She finished a chocolate bar, and looked over at Eli. Stiles had to leave an undercover mission and get Aunt Lydia to help him revive your father. He’s upset.” 

Eli nodded. “I know, but why do I have to be put in the middle of it?” 

“Stiles has tried his best to keep you out of it, but you are their son.” Alec blew smoke out the window thinking. “You mean everything to Stiles and he thought he was going to lose you when Scott took you to LA. He already lost Derek, and he couldn’t lose you too. And he was hurt that you did not call him.”

Hikari took his hand. ‘Let’s forget about that tonight. We are going to celebrate your 18th birthday and Halloween.” She leaned back and took Eli’s cigarette, throwing it out the window. “Enjoy yourself tonight.” 

Eli smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah. I’m an adult tonight.” 

🐺

Stiles stepped into Peter’s, adjusted his suit. He looked around the room, pasting on a smile. He found Liam and Theo and walked over. “Hey, is the kid here yet?” 

Liam chuckled and hugged him. “He’s not a kid today. Your son is a legal adult.” He looked around the bar and shook his head. “He’s not here yet, but your husband is in the kitchen.” 

Stiles rolled his eyes. “He is not my husband. That marriage ended when he decided to die on me.” 

Theo sighed. “Don’t you think it’s time to forgive him? He saved your son and Beacon Hills.”

“Really Theo? Did he? Don’t you think it would have been better if someone would have called me?” 

“Derek suggested that we call you.” Liam sighed, sitting in Theo’s lap. He smiled softly as his boyfriend wrapped an arm around him. “There wasn’t time. Where is your costume anyway? The theme tonight is classic horror. Lydia’s going to kill you if you’re not in costume.”  

“I’ve heard it all before, Liam.” He ran a hand over his face. “It’s in my car. I picked up a zombie werewolf costume.” 

Theo laughed loudly. “Oh, so you’re aiming for Peter to kill you tonight.” 

Stiles shrugged. “It’s just so much fun needling him.” He opened a pack of cigarettes, trying to light one. 

Theo took it from him. “No smoking in the bar, man. Chris’s rule.” He shrugged, looking into Stiles’s eyes. “Look man. I know you’re still angry, but anger just festers and destroys us within. If you forgave me for all the crap I pulled, why don’t can’t you forgive Derek?” 

“Because he left Eli with Scott. He tried to take my son away from me.” Stile screamed, causing everyone in the bar to look over at them. He took a deep breath and shook his head. “I should go get into my costume.” He turned, storming back to his car. 

Derek came out of the kitchen as soon as Stiles had left. Liam raised a brow at the werewolf dressed as a mummy. “You are such a coward, Derek.” 

“Yeah, I know. I just… It’s hard to face him.” He sighed carrying the ice to the cooler. “He’s right. What I did was unforgivable. Sacrificing myself was one thing. Traumatizing Eli and sending him to Los Angeles was something completely different.” 

“Yeah, but you’re still completely in love with Stiles.” Theo sighed, taking a drink from his beer. 

“It doesn’t matter. I lost his love a long time ago.” Derek sighed.

Liam frowned, throwing a soda can at him. “You’re such a dumb ass, if you really think that.” He looked into the Alpha’s red eyes. “He’s hurting.”

Derek sighed and nodded, walking back into the kitchen. He had dinner to prepare. His youngest son turned 18 today. 

🐺

Stiles sighed as Lydia finished his make up. He heard his old jeep and smiled as ELi parked next to him. “Eli. Do you miss your papa?” 

Eli smiled and rolled his eyes as he jumped out of the jeep. “Of course I do.” He ran over and pulled him into a hug. “Uncle Peter is going to kill you.” He looked over his adopted father’s costume giggling. It was always the same. 

Stiles held him at arm’s length and smiled. “And you are slaying that dress, son.” He kissed both his cheeks and sighed. “Lydia, you’ve outdone yourself again.” 

Lydia crossed her arms and shook her head. “I had no hand in this one. Eli chose this entire costume himself.” She walked over and hugged her nephew. “Why is your lipstick smeared? I’ve told you a hundred times that you need something a little stronger.” 

He shrugged and began fixing his lipstick. “I could not find the right shade in the smear proof.” He sighed. “Have you talked to dad yet, papa?” 

Stiles raised a brow at him. “No, I haven’t even seen him yet. I don’t really feel like fighting with him tonight. Tonight is all about you and your premiere on the stage.” 

“Papa, I really wish…” Eli sighed.

“No, Eli. I know you wish we would reconcile, but there is too much history.” He shook his head. He had not even talked to Scott or Allison since he brought Derek back and took Eli back from them. “I don’t know if we could ever fix this.” 

Eli nodded, fixing his hair. “I just want you two to be happy.” 

Stiles nodded, kissing his forehead. “Let’s go get you ready for your show. Theo is dressed as the Phantom of the Opera.”

Eli laughed. “Sounds about right.” He took his father’s arm and led them into the club. As soon as they walked through the door everyone yelled “surprise.” Eli just shook his head laughing. “Thanks everyone.” 

Derek walked over and placed a hand on his shoulders. “Eli, welcome to adulthood. I honestly never thought we would be here today. I’ve done so much to screw up.” 

Eli smiled and hugged him. “Let’s not talk about the mistakes we’ve made. Papa is here.” He pointed at Stiles and stepped back. “I’m going to get off my feet until I need to be onstage.” 

Stiles sighed, looking into his ex’s eyes. “Derek.” 

Derek smiled, running his hand through his hair. “It’s good to see you, Stiles.” 

Lydia took Hikari and Alec’s hands. “And we should leave you two alone.” 

“Lydia!” Stiles hissed at his best friend’s back. He turned toward Derek, letting out a long breath. “How are you?” 

Derek sighed, and grinned. “I’m good. I’ve missed you.” He stepped closer. “Liam said I’m a coward and he’s right. I should have run after you when you first left.” 

Stiles shook his head. “Don’t do this, Derek. You left me. You endangered Eli. How am I supposed to forget about that?” 

Derek licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I know that you were scared, Stiles. So was I. I honestly thought that sacrificing myself was the right choice to protect our son.” 

“You left him with Scott.” Stiles growled. “He is the most irresponsible out of all of us.” He glared at his ex husband and shook his head. “Why didn’t you call me, or Kira? We were the most logical choice to deal with that asshole.” 

“We did not want to bother you. You were on an assignment.” Derek sighed.

“No assignment is more important than you and Eli. I infiltrated an assignment to rescue you, you asshole.” He ran a hand over his face. “Wait, I told Eli we would not fight tonight. It’s his birthday.” He looked into Derek’s red eyes. “I love you Derek, but what you did was unforgivable.” 

Derek wiped his eyes. “It’s been three years, Stiles. Please, I miss you.” 

Stiles shook his head. “I can’t.” 

🐺

Peter scowled, looking at Stiles’s costume. “You really need to get new material. I am not a Zombie.” He looked up at the stage. His youngest nephew was going to perform his first drag act in just a moment. “You’re a schmuck, you know.” 

Stiles rolled his eyes, looking at the older man. “Glad you came over just to insult me, Peter.” He sipped his screwdriver and watched the current act was finishing up. He could not believe he was in Peter’s drag bar waiting for his son to perform. “What do you want?” 

Peter smiled. “I want to heal my family, Stiles. You are a part of that family. I know you are angry at all of us, but it’s time for you to stop taking it out on Derek. It was not his fault. If it was anyone’s fault, it was Scott.” he hit a vape and handed it to Stiles.

Stiles raised a brow at him, looking at the little device. “How is Derek sacrificing himself Scott's fault?” He took a drag and sighed. “Are they happy?” 

Peter shrugged. “Derek and Eli? Sometimes. They need you, Stiles. Derek barely gets out of bed unless he really has to, and Eli has trouble trusting people. He really only connects with Hikari and Lydia.” He smiled as he watched Chris take the stage, to announce Eli. “Come home, Stiles.” 

Stiles shook his head. “Let me think about it. I can’t say I am not surprised that you are pushing us back together. I’m pretty sure you hated me.” 

“I never hated you, Stiles. You’re a smart ass, and my nephew loves you. I respect that.” Peter sighed,  and walked over to his daughter, who was in charge of the music. 

Stiles groaned and rolled his eyes. He hated that Peter was the one who was acting logically. He smiled as Eli stepped onto the stage dressed as a sexy vampire. 

Eli smiled, looking over the crowd. The music started and he grinned, pointing at his friends. 

 “He'll buy me a thorn before he'll buy me a rose

Be covered in dirt before I'm covered in gold

He's trying it on, yeah, he's ticking me off

Say what you want, but I won't ever be told

'Cause I'm in love with a monster

(Ooh, ooh, ah-ooh)”

He sang softly as he looked over the crowd. Everyone he had ever cared about was clapping and cheering for him. He swayed his hips, to the beat as the song continued. 

“Friends say I'm stupid and I'm out of my mind

But without you, boy, I'd be bored all the time

No, I don't really care for the same conversation

Got everythin' I need and I'd rather be chasing

Chasing love with a monster

(Ooh, ooh, ah-ooh)”

Eli grinned and he pushed his cape off his shoulders, letting everyone see the black and red lingerie he was wearing. Everyone cheered as he let the music take him over. 

“I'm in love (I'm in love)

I'm in love (I'm in love)

I'm in love with a monster (hoo, hoo, hoo)

I'm in love (I'm in love)

I'm in love (I'm in love)

I'm in love with a monster (hoo, hoo, hoo)

I'm in love with a monster (hey)

(Hoo, hoo, ah-ooh)

Sweeter you try, they don't be getting love from it

Ain't worth a dime, 'cause I just don't get enough from it

Leave it to me, don't you see? I don't run from it

Bitter the better

Hey, hey, hey

You make me crazy, but I love it (I love it, babe)

You make me crazy baby, but I love it (baby, yeah)

You make me crazy (oh), but I love it

You make me crazy baby, but I love it

I'm in love with a monster (hoo, hoo, ah-ooh)

Did you know? (Did you know?)

Did you know? (Did you know?)

Everybody loves a monster (yeah)

Did you know? (Did you know?)

Did you know? (Did you know?)

Everybody loves a monster (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm in love (we're in love) with a monster (hoo, hoo, ah-ooh)

I'm in love with a monster

Are you in love with a monster? (I'm in love)

I'll never find another monster

I wanna know, I wanna know

I'm in love with a monster”

As the song ended, Eli took a deep breath and bowed. He had never felt so exhilarated and he could not wait to do it again. He chuckled and began picking up the roses that were thrown on stage for him. He blushed as everyone whistled. “Thank you.” He bit his lips making himself backstage. 

Stiles shook his head, watching his son. He knew that he was an adult, but it was weird seeing him half naked on stage. He looked around himself and sighed as everyone celebrated. Shaking his head he turned to leave. Lydia put a hand on his shoulder. “Where are you going, my dear?” 

“I’m going to get on the road, Lyds. I don’t belong here anymore.” He smiled, looking over her banshee costume. “I really should just leave.”  

Lydia smiled sadly at him. “No, babe. No one belongs here and everyone does.” She took his hand. “Why are you still running, Stiles?” 

Stiles licked his lips and sighed. “Why did you run, Lydia?” 

“You know why. The dreams.” She cupped his cheek. “I was not meant to be with you, but Derek… I’ve never seen you happier. It’s time to stop running from him. He is not going to hurt you again.” 

Stiles gulped and nodded. “I’ll think about it.” 

[blue-disco-lights]

Tag Game Tuesday (it's still) Wednesday

Thank you @celestialmickey @thisdivorce @deedala @creepkinginc @energievie @suzy-queued for tagging me in!

name: julia

age: (peaks around the door and waves at @francesrose3)

favorite season: Fall (which is also sometimes the height of summer where I live)

movies or tv shows?  I have emotional attachment to media in general, so both!

do you carry a bag/purse? what kind? I like a lil backpack for work & commute, and a crossbody purse on the weekends that’ll fit my phone, keys and lip balm (the most important accessory). With a special pocket for emergency candy.

what color is your water bottle? I got one of those water bottles (and it's beautiful, like purple/blue/pink) that marks the hours of the day to encourage you to successfully hydrate - You Can Do It! Almost There! It’s been sitting untouched on my floor for a while now :(

what color is your phone case? Turquoise green, and has lots of pockets (like my purse, no candy tho)

do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music? Definitely complete silence 

top sheets: yes or no? Why yes!

you’re in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing? Oh good, candy ideas for my purse. I love those gummy candies that are shaped like hot dogs or sushi, do you know what I’m talking about? Basically any gummy things. If you ask me what candy I’m stealing from childrens’ trick or treat bags, it’s Twix.

preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc?): i love driving but also taking the bus (which in my town, is really fun for people watching and sightseeing), plus i love to grab a seat in the back and zone out with a book.

what’s your phone background right now? A photo I took of Lake Michigan last time I visited Chicago

are you more of a minimalist or a maximalist? Minimalist for sure - for whatever reason, i can think better surrounded by clear surfaces

it’s time to paint your bedroom! what color are you choosing? Light light teal … that sounds really relaxing

and finally, tell me something that brings you joy: oh you know, romantic stories…

tagging in all you lovely people with absolutely no pressure to participate 🪄 @lingy910y @callivich @ian-galagher @francesrose3 @michellemisfit @jademickian @jadepetals @tanktopgallavich @sleepyfacetoughguy @grumble-fish @bawlbrayker @too-schoolforcool @scurvgirl @gillyp @palepinkgoat @gallabitch73 @stocious @jrooc @catluvver118 @auds-and-evens @rayrayor @ardent-fox @starcrossedsoulmates84 @gallawitchxx @mmmichyyy @heymrspatel @depressedstressedlemonzest and anyone i missed who'd like to play ✨

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

thinking about jack being the first one most students come out to, and everybody else can't figure out why but it's literally just because he would be the only one in that town that wasn't weird about it and he's bi and trans but nobody knows that

how does it feel to be correct??

i feel like the ap bio classroom becomes a place where outsiders and queer kids gather at lunch because they know it's a safe place for them

and whenever a student realises they're gay or trans etc they just know they can confide in the kind-of-grumpy ap bio teacher, because once he realises why they've come to him his expression will soften and he'll invite them to sit down. he'll listen to them in a way that adults usually don't, and when they come out he won't furrow his brow or shake his head or tell them that 'maybe it's just a phase you'll grow out of'. instead he'll give them acceptance, and his school email scrawled on a post-it note for if they ever need to contact him about anything. he'll tell them that they'll always have a safe place in his classroom.

the transmasc kids who are already presenting as male know that if they need emergency period products they won't have to worry about outing themselves to teachers that might not understand. in the months after mr griffin arrives they talk amongst themselves, share the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, this gruff new guy might surprisingly be the one to help them, because the band of misfit students known as his ap bio class adore him. they're right, of course, and his classroom soon becomes the first port of call for panicked trans kids who desperately need supplies because he keeps a stash in the closet. when he's in the classroom, all they have to do is enter and he'll give them a nod and throw them the keys. when he's out, they know to look in the drawer, where they'll find the key and another post-it telling them to take whatever they need.

they also know that he's an expert at spotting somebody who's wearing a binder that's too small/tight for them. at first, before they knew he was safe, his knowing looks would set their hearts racing, but then he'd tilt his head in the direction of his classroom and gesture for them to follow him, and for some reason their gut told them to obey. they'd find themselves standing by the closet of the ap bio classroom while jack, rummaging through a box in it, tsk-ed and mother-hen-ed like they didn't know he could. don't hurt yourself, alright? if you need a new one, for the love of god come find me instead of suffering. look, here- try this one. there's a bathroom across the hall.

a lot of the time, he's on the receiving end of grateful hugs, often from kids who didn't think they'd find acceptance anywhere in toledo, ohio, and for whom the relief is so great that the walls they've built come crumbling down. outside of this circumstance (and of course whenever one of his students asks for one), jack usually isn't a hugger- he stiffens and rolls his eyes and just stands there waiting for it to be over. but really? the queer kids know he's the best hugger in toledo. he lets them break, because he knows exactly what they're going through, and because he's there to hold them together and rub their backs and tell them for the first time that it's okay. he knows that the fading of the adrenaline and the release of the burden that comes with being unknown will leave them shaking and exhausted, so he'll hold onto them until he decides its time to get them sat down, at which point he'll open the other drawer at his desk which now contains a variety of snacks. you want a snickers? mars bar? twix? because there's nothing he knows that helps a bad situation like chocolate.

most of all, though, he's there. someone to turn to for help, hug, ask advice, come out to, talk to.

and the first thing a queer kid tells another who's just come out to them?

"go see mr griffin. trust me."

[lewis-winters]

'doing a pinky swear' + any ship?

Sorry this took so dang long.

--

Don finds him sitting on a swing set in the quiet part of town.

In retrospect, he really should've anticipated this and gone here first, instead of frantically running around, shouting for a little boy who's too easily spooked by loud sounds to even consider walking toward the frantic, noisy people looking for him. This place, in contrast, is quiet, out of the way of the trick-or-treat crowds, and with as little overwhelming stimuli as possible. Not to mention the most familiar, since it's the playground he and Don's little sister play in on days Don is tasked to watch them. Hell, he's helped curb a few of their meltdowns on this very set of swings. It would've been the first place Don would run to, too, if he'd been as overwhelmed as David undoubtedly had been. But that realization is going to come later tonight, when he's back in his own bed, trying to doze off the excitement of the day. Right now, he's too busy being dizzyingly relieved to do anything but stare, open mouthed (and maybe a bit furious), at the shark-onesie clad David, currently focusing all his energy on idly kicking his little legs back and forth while silently munching on a full-sized twix bar without a single care in the world.

It takes a moment for him to notice Don at all. When he does, his face breaks out into a blinding smile.

That breaks the spell.

"David," Don hears himself babble, running forward until he has the little boy picked up and squeezed in his arms. David's squirming a little, caught by surprise by the sudden bout of rare affection, but Don can't bear to let him go just yet. Even if he's sure David's getting chocolate all over his Han Solo vest. "Your mom said you just ran off. She has so many people looking-- it's so cold out-- why'd you do that, huh? do you know how long everybody's been looking for you? Nobody even saw you run-- why would you run, huh? You left your tap-&-speak-- somebody could've snatched you up-- why'd you do that?"

David doesn't have an answer for him. He just squirms, breaking through Don's relief enough to appeal to his common sense. The older boy puts him down, immediately, not wanting to deal with an inopportune meltdown smothering David might cause. Though he does hold on to him by the scruff of his onesie, just in case he decides to bolt one more time.

He doesn't. In fact, David stays as still as he can manage, swaying back and forth in place while patting Don's arm, sheepishly, like he does when somebody catches him doing something he can infer is naughty. His own silent apology.

Don lets out a shaky sigh of relief. He's not allowed to swear in front of the kids he babysits. It's a personal rule of his. But right now, with his erratically beating heart, he thinks he's earned an exception. It's not like David's going to repeat it, anyway. "Shit."

David's patting increases in frequency. He even goes so far as to hum, distressed.

"No, no, it's ok," Don is quick to soothe, regretting that he doesn't have David's tap-&-speak tablet with him. He takes David's hand, instead, and squeezes it the way he knows he likes. "Please. Please, don't do that again. You have to promise."

David shakes his head yes. Hard enough for the hood of his onesie to fall off his head. Immediately, Don puts it back on, mindful of the cold, and attempts to wipe off the chocolate on David's face with a crumpled up tissue he happened to have in his pocket. The kid usually doesn't allow people to do this to him, the repeated drag of tissue paper on his skin a bit of a sensory trigger. But this time, almost as if he knows Don needs this, he chooses to tolerate it, if only for a little while. By the time he feels he's significantly clean, he shakes out of Don's grasp and goes to pick up his pumpkin (half-empty, now, possibly due to all the snacking) off the ground.

Letting out another shaky breath of relief, Don holds out his hand, all fingers curled up into a fist, except his pinky, which he extends in offering. David hates holding hands, but this is his exception. "C'mon kid, let's take you to your mom."

Happily, David intertwines his pinky with Don's. "Thank you, Don."

"Yeah, it's-- what did you just say!?"

Starting to rock back and forth between his heels and his toes, David looks up at him, meeting his eyes for just a split second, before choosing to look at the space next to his head, instead. "Thank you, Don," he repeats. "Thank you, Don."

Don does his best to swallow back his excitement, not wanting to spook the kid. With great effort, he starts them on walking. "You're welcome, Dave."

David starts swinging their connected hands back and forth in lieu of rocking. He blinks, rapidly. Happily. "… Don."

Oh, this night is just full of surprises. "Y-Yeah?"

"What's shit?"

--

I got this idea post-Halloween after I did that "what Halloween candy do I think Easy boys would love the most" ask game and was sad that I couldn't really write or post it because Halloween was over. But this has given me an excuse to unleash it upon all of you. So have some baby!Web (6) and baby!Hoob (15) based off that one time when I was like 9? and we were at a playground near my aunt's house and my non-speaking cousin the grown ups had put me in charge of (because I was the eldest cousin-- the parentification was bad) ran off because the grass gave him sensory issues. He nearly gave me a heart attack. And then he gave his parents a heart attack by speaking for the first time when I brought him back. That was a stressful day. Yes, I cried.

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