#whenever i attempt to play smash it goes like this

[nouearth]

joy-cons.

pairing ; barry allen x gn!reader. fandom: ; dc, the flash (cw) genre: ; fluff. rating ; pg. note ; it's been a while since i've written, so pls spare me the pain! just wanted to write a little drabble to start off my blog!

it took a lot of convincing for you to play mario party with barry. forty pleases and multiple interrogations on why you didn’t want to play to be exact.

are you scared? afraid you’ll lose again? come on, babe. i’ll go easy on you!

it’s not that you hated the game or anything. they’ve become a party favorite for years (except for the tenth game, we don’t talk about you) and you’ve always enjoyed how those games made you feel afterwards. whether you lost or won, cheated or played fair; mario party made you (and everyone) laugh and bond together, and you’ll always credit those games for bringing you and your family closer.

with your boyfriend… not so much.

“barry… listen…” you respond with an insecure smile, hesitant whether you should really bring this up with your boyfriend right now or suck it up and play a round if it makes him happy.

“oh no… are you still mad that i stole all your stars the last time? listen, we can play the other games! i’m sure one of them have an option to turn it off or something…” barry playfully rambles, his signature smile that made you fall in love with him still remaining. “which really defeats the purpose of the game, though. because then it becomes all vanilla and if everyone is given a fair chance-“

“barry- no.” you cut him off with a small peck to his lips, a gesture you often do whenever he goes on a tangent.

“then what is it?” he repeats the same gesture back, following up by leaning his forehead on yours to gaze into your eyes a little closer, his hold on your hands tightening to keep your balance and his upright.

“well… uh… okay, you know that mini-game where you have to button-mash the hammer into the little sand cactus thingies?” you describe the mini-game that made your thumbs sore in aftermath. in all honesty, you were great at it. until barry came along.

“the pokeys? yeah! you know i got a world record on that?”

“uh-huh. i was right there.” you lead him to the couch where both you and barry sit, reaching over to grab the red and yellow joy-cons on the table. “less than a millisecond…” you mutter to yourself.

“what about it?”

“well…” you clear your throat and open your palm that’s been holding the red joy-con for barry to take. “you broke them again.”

“oh- i can just pay you back, you know that-“

“no… barry. that’s not the problem! i’ve been noticing and this always happens whenever we play those type of mini games where we have to break our thumbs until they’re beating red!”

“hey! we don’t have to play those! we can skip and… and we can-“ barry fumbles over his words and you can tell something’s making him nervous. it’s quite comical, this entire situation. you weren’t mad, sad, disappointed, but suspicious.

“barry, did you even look at the joy-con.” you shut your lip tight, almost wanting to laugh, but remain serious as your boyfriend looks like he’s in a state of panic.

“wha-“ barry averts his eyes down to his palm. a singular joy-con, the one that he always uses whenever you guys play together, except it looks a little different than usual. “it doesn’t look broken to me- OOOOOH MY GOD.”

barry’s eyes register to a burnt joy-con. well, the other half of it. one side still maintains its signature red, but barely. he looks up at you with wide eyes and an expression akin to edvard munch’s the scream painting.

“yeah- can you tell me how you managed to smoke literally half of the controller? and out of all the games, it’s mario party?!” you take the controller back from his hand and examine it closely. one of the buttons is also smashed in. no wonder he had to get a different controller mid-round.

“listen- i don’t know how that happened! i mean, i told you i’ve been lifting more recently-“ barry attempts to grab the controller back from you as if withholding it would take any more suspicion off of him. the struggle has him rolling on top of you while both you and barry’s arms extend further away from each other.

“oh my god, barry. are we seriously doing this right now-“ you breathe out from under him.

“and that world record?! i blink once and suddenly you win first place with less than a millisecond to your name?! i’m not even sure if it registered how fast you were, barry.” you struggle through your words as he pushes his weight on top of your lungs in a continuing attempt to retrieve the joy-con, but a sigh of relief exhales when you drop the controller and barry rolls off of you.

“i’m good at games! great at them! i thought we talked about this, y/n!” you take a minute to catch your breath and watch barry desperately retrieve the joy-con as if his life depended on it.

“barry, you literally only win when we play those mini games-“ something catches your eye when he loops his finger through the joy-con’s wrist strap and the edge of the controller knocks an object out from under the couch.

another red joy-con.

you take a closer look and in midst, catch a glimpse of barry’s ‘oh shit face.’ before he could swipe it back under the couch, you hop off the couch next to him and crouch down, taking a closer look.

It’s burnt, just like the one you confronted barry about it. you pick it up and examine it with your hands. same damage.

“I can explain-“ you cut him off when you begin pushing the couch away. “oh my god, y/n. no, no, no, no!” he dramatically pleas, but barry knows he’s in too deep as what has been his worst kept secret, is finally revealed.

a clutter of broken joy-cons, all red with similar burnt marks and smashed in buttons reveal before you. it must’ve been at least fifty controllers scattered in a pile. at least four thousand dollars’ worth of product. he’s broken a few joy-cons before, which is why you brought it up to him in the first place… but that’s only been four or five times. not over fifty?! you could tell barry was in desperate need in saving money too because you also saw some third-party brands that resembled the joy-cons.

“okay, so… you aren’t going to believe me… but i have these amazing superpow-“

“barry..? w-what the hell?!”

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[hannie-dul-set]

babe pls write anything for taehyun and my life will be yours 💞😠

[get your shit together]. kang taehyun has always been gifted with the sharpness to notice things first. thanks to this, he’s always been the one to swoop in at the last minute to save your group from trouble.

for example, in fourth grade, when you guys were fooling around in soobin’s living room a little too close to his mom’s favorite vase, taehyun noticed the old ceramic wobble before it could smash into the ground, right before his mom’s footsteps welcomed themselves in. another instance was during study hall in middle school, when you and beomgyu were playing connect four behind a stack of books, taehyun managed to kick your chairs from behind as a warning before your teacher could notice you two and send you to detention.

taehyun has always been pretty sharp. nothing goes under the radar. not even how kai lights up ever so subtly whenever you give him special attention. not even the shift in beomgyu’s gaze when you comforted him after his last breakup. not even how soobin keeps and keeps and keeps trying to flake out on hang-outs whenever you’re around. not even yeonjun’s half-assed attempts to stay in touch ever since he left for university.

“hey, get your fucking shit together.”

none of these things had gone unnoticed. he doesn’t understand why the other four are failing to notice things.

“do you think avoiding her is doing more good than harm? quit being selfish and think about just how much you’re hurting her by staying away and keeping your distance.”

because, really—

“why are you acting as if moving out of the neighborhood is such a big deal? so what if you’re in college now. soobin’s gonna follow you there next year anyway. you’re already far away as is and you’re making it even harder for us to reach you.”

it doesn’t take an untrained eye—

“can’t you see that unloading all your feelings for her is making her uncomfortable? burdensome? i get that you like her, but quit being caught up in your own emotions to the point where you’re failing to consider everyone else’s.”

nor does it take quick wits and sensibilities—

“seriously, what exactly do you want? you say one thing and do another. you swore to move on and get over it, but you’re still expecting things, you’re still latching onto the hope that something more could happen.”

to notice just how shitty you feel about all of this. 

“i feel like things have gotten awfully tangled lately,” you sigh. it’s the middle of the night, and you called taehyun over for a quick stroll around the neighborhood. obviously, that’s not the only reason why you called for his presence. “i miss the old days where we can all just hang out with no issues.”

when you look at taehyun with a somber smile, he feels something heavy press into his ribcage from the inside. it suffocates the life out of him. it clogs his throat, constricts his breathing. he gives your hand a squeeze as tight as how his lungs are feeling.

“don’t worry.”

once again, kang taehyun has to be the one to swoop in so that no one gets in trouble. so that no one gets uncomfortable. so that no one ruins the god damned ten years of friendship you guys have built just because of feelings they can’t keep under wraps. 

“i’ll fix it.”

but in order to do that—

your smile brightens. his chest feels tighter. 

—he needs to get his shit together.

“thank you.” 

he can’t let himself fall for you too.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [yeonjun] [beomgyu]

[ceo-of-kimona]

Some Kimona headcannons for y’all to chew on.

I honestly don’t know if I can really come up with enough ideas for one of these posts but whenever I see someone else do one of these for a ship I like I go fucking bananas so this needs to be done.

• They often watch horror movies together. Kim usually doesn’t react to them that much other than a few snarky comments but Ramona does sometimes need to cling onto Kim’s arm if things get really messed up.

• Sometimes at super gory scenes she tends to stare at Kim like “you really watch this crap??” Partly out of judgement but mostly just so that she doesn’t have to watch the scene.

• Kim is more of a coffee person while Ramona is obviously a tea person. One time when they were bored and feeling silly, they tried to combine their tastes and brewed a concoction they called “cofftea”- a mix of black coffee and herbal tea. It went extremely badly.

• They now have an inside joke that whenver there’s some horrible concoction of booze and god knows what being served at a party one of them goes “hey at least it’s not cofftea!!” And then they both pretend to laugh hysterically in order to mess with people at the party.

• Whenever thanksgiving comes around, they tune into the dog show that happens after the Macy’s parade just to play a game called “how many rats could it take in a fight” where they judge each dog in the show by guessing how many rats it would take to defeat it.

• Gideon (cat) likes Kim a lot but weirdly enough he licks Kim’s hands whenever he can. Sometimes when she’s just resting her hand somewhere, he specifically comes into the room to just lick it. Kim is very annoyed by this but finds it just endearing enough to let him do it.

• Ramona is trying to teach Kim how to skate. Kim is a clutz so it’s not exactly going well

• Ramona and Kim regularly go to smashing rooms together (they’re these places where they give you some smashy weapons like hammers and bats and roll out a bunch of breakable stuff like old tvs for you to smash. They exist irl and are very cool).

• Ramona is very much prone to simulation sickness, i.e. getting really motion sick when playing video games. One time she tried out playing on a gameboy that Neil gave her for her birthday and after 45 minutes of playing she immediately needed to go throw up in the bathroom. Kim sat by her while she hurled into the toilet, patting her on the back occasionally.

• They are both chronic insomniacs, but in different ways. Ramona often just straight up cannot sleep, while Kim falls asleep fairly quickly but repeatedly wakes up in the middle of the night. They both have the same remedy for their insomnia when it happens, going downstairs and drinking some lemon soda. Whenever their insomnia syncs up and they see both of each other downstairs, they say hi and then both pretend that the other doesn’t exist (lovingly).

• they tend to gossip with each other about their exes (especially Scott). Kim tells dumb stories about Scott being a weirdo in high school and Ramona has gallons of scolding hot tea to share.

• Gideon attempted to reassemble the league in order to fight Kim, but none of them really wanted to fight her. Lucas felt bad about beating up a girl, Todd was too busy having his gay awakening to care about Ramona anymore, Roxie was already very good “friends” with Kim so she was an auto no-go, and the twins were just kinda over the whole league thing and were too busy with their music carreer, so the only one who showed up was Matthew. He proceeded to fight Kim in a very similar fashion to how he tried to fight Scott (crashing one of her gigs) but the two ended up having a heart to heart about how high school relationships can suck a lot and can still affect you into adult life. They both came out of it as better people and Matthew just kinda left. He strode into the sunset if you will.

• They nuzzle each other’s noses… a LOT.

I think that’s all I can come up with right now I think. If I do come up with more I’ll make another one of these I suppose. If any of you wanna submit hcs for me to put into a post send an ask please please please please

Special thanks to @subspace-surfer for helping me come up with some of these! Lil headcannons like this are surprisingly tricky for me to come up with. I specialize more with lengthy rants.

[prpfz]

Bonjour! ✨ Here's a brief breakdown of stuff about me really quick:

{ 30+ F, age and gender of partners doesn't matter. @} { I match my partners/ can do anything from one liners to novella. I don't tend to enjoy purely one liners. } { Active OOC and IC} { MxM only} {OCxOC} {Dead Dove🪦🕊️} {Dark Themes, no triggers, anything goes} { I play the doms usually, but can be talked into a sub or a switch } {Discord and Tupperbox only}

If you're still reading, great! Now, onto the idea I have--I'm looking for a very dark, very niche plot to play out with someone who's as invested in creating stories and contributing to the plot as I am. If you're looking for me to do all the work plotting, or if you're the type to wait for your partner to direct the scene instead of occasionally doing so yourself, we definitely won't be a match. Also, I'm aware my plot might be *too* niche. :'D

BASIC PLOT DEETS:

Genre: Superhero Modern / Distopian Modern

Themes: War, war crimes, similar to the Boys/My Hero Academia/Invincible, triggering content, possible incest, possible 🍪, possible CNC, etc.

MC and YC were born during an unlucky time. Too young to be some of the first Supes discovered after meddling with designer babies went unexpectedly sideways, but not old enough to miss the massive world war this discovery unleashed upon the planet. With populations dwindling rapidly from the catastrophic events, our characters were forced out of the orphanage they were being raised in at a paltry and terrifying age of 12 to be shipped off to the front lines in Siberia. Whether YC is a supe, or whether they know they're a supe yet at this point is up to you. But they're Americans fighting the Russians.

Several years go past, YC an MC managed to survive together over the years, creating an incredibly close (if not romantic) bond throughout. That is, until MC spontaneously vanishes one night, close to the end of the war. YC searches whenever he can, but nothing turns up--not until MC shows up again on the front lines--but they're fighting for the Russians. After many painful, awful battles against him, MC captures YC for the sensitive information he has in regards to the war. MC would have tortured them terribly, doing all manner of awful things, until YC is saved by his unit and MC dies a horrible death.

The war ends a couple of years later, a peace treaty and worldwide agreement with a system for supes being created ending the nightmare. Normal people are rare, considering supes were biologically engineered to be stronger and more resilient. Fast forward into YC life back in America, YC can be whatever they want--bonus points if they're a famous hero from a massive agency--and everything is going great. You know, up until MC smashes back into YC's life, seemingly alive and well. Still hunting for that intelligence YC has, MC attempts to kidnap them again, or simply attacks them, whatever you like.

But something isn't right, and YC is determined to find out why MC sudddenly betrayed him all those years ago. MC being alive rekindled the hope and desperate need for answers. Or something. Haha!

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ANYWAYS, SORRY FOR THE PARAGRAPH, AAA--if you're interested, please like this post or

like or dm

[silvergoldraeven]

Resurrected Heimdall AU but it’s part 3

ehehehehe i’m gay for him okay- i might be cringe but im free :3

part two here :)

part four here

- both their house in Midgard and Sindri’s house are like their main houses, tho Heimdall refuses to sleep in the cabin and just hangs out there throughout the day if anything

- Atreus and Heimdall tend to read til late in the night, usually falling asleep together in the process. Kratos makes sure to tuck them in whenever he finds them like that

- Heimdall’s left arm has become even stronger from him relying on that one alone so much

- he’s become great at climbing trees, too, which he loves to do since he keep an eye on everything around them more easily from up high.

- just the mental image of this fucker just climbing all the way to the top with one arm like its nothing

- he makes sure to take Mimir with him when he knows he’s gonna be there for a while

- Sometimes he leaves Mimir hanging from a tree branch and just goes “wow Mimir, you truly are the best tree ornament.. bye now :)”

- yes he gets scolded every time by Kratos

- Heimdall and Atreus both staring at any cute dude and then later talking about them like girls gossiping at the dinner table

- Atreus wakes up a lot from nightmares of Ragnarok, usually when Heimdall is awake already

- Heimdall doesn’t even need to use his abilities to know that the kid just needs some comfort, so he lets Atreus cuddle up to him for a few extra hours of sleep

- Atreus and Heimdall fighting on who gets the comfiest spot on the sled while Kratos just stands there, he’s too tired for this shit

- Heimdall LOVES hide n seek, he, Atreus, Thrud and Angrboda play constantly. Sometimes others join in too. Turns out Kratos is a great hider.

- Heimdall being the seeker is kinda cheating tho because this man can literally hear grass grow

- their games can take HOURS if its just Heimdall and Atreus, because both are competitive as fuck

- just. Atreus going as far as holding his breath or hiding underwater or some other dumb shit so Heimdall can’t sense him

- “father i’ve looked in 8 realms and i still can’t find him what the fuck”

- when Atreus is in a bad mood but just wants a distraction, Heimdall will just start counting down, a cue for Atreus to sprint off and hide.

- surprise hide n seek, who doesnt love it c:

- i feel like Heimdall never really got the chance to be a proper kid, hell, even Atreus didn’t get the chance. so they make up for their lost time together

- idk i just had the mental image of Kratos carving Atreus some wooden toys and Heimdall pretending So Hard to not be envious

- Heimdall later acquires a shelf of wooden trinkets his dad made for him :)

- him pretending to hate hugs and dodging any attempt from anyone.

- until he’s alone with his dad and brother ofc those two are the only ones allowed to touch him, he loves hugs from them even if he acts like he doesn’t

- Atreus breaking a chest open with his as Heimdall watches

Heimdall pushes him aside with the next one “here, i’ll help :)” and smashes it with his bifrost arm ofc because why would he pass up on an opportunity to show off

“that’s cheating, Heimdall”

“absolutely not, i’m simply using my strengths as an advantage :)”

atreus motions to his bow “oh yeah? well me too” and just whacks Heimdall in the back of the knees before sprinting away from his quickly approaching doom

  - Kratos and/or Atreus waking up, house completely dark besides 2 bright pink/purple eyes staring at them, totally not unnerving

“why are you sitting in complete darkness”

“.... it’s comfortable”

- Atreus calling for Heimdall who’s pretending to not hear him, Thrud watches him try for a bit. “oh yeah he does that, i have something that always works tho”

“oh really? what is it?”

*Thrud just going “pspspsps” at Heimdall*

- Heimdall repeating the sounds Gulltoppr makes when no one else is around. just:

“mrrow”

“mrow? agreed.”

- Heimdall constantly forgetting that he’s missing his arm and trying to pick stuff up and then just kinda stares in confusion for a few seconds

- my theory of Heimdall being part giant too stands so im wondering if Angrboda and Atreus teach him giant magic at some point too

- he’s VERY good at haggling with any trader, especially the more expensive ones. sometimes he comes home with fancy robes he traded for his family.

- imagine if at one point he finds someone selling wine from Greece so he haggles it off the trader and excitedly brings it to Kratos

- Atreus doing pushups with Kratos to see who can do the most and Heimdall just going “i can do that with one hand :)”

- Heimdall letting Atreus braid his hair since he had practice on Mimir’s beard anyway. Kid’s fast and precise with it which Heimdall didn’t expect.

- Atreus just being a whole ass barber for everyone is a funny thought

- even after Fumbulwinter has died down completely, Midgard keeps being a tad too cold for Heimdall’s taste

- everyone swimming together in a lake and Heimdall just. sitting next to the river because the water is too cold for him. “i mean, we could go to Vanaheim, the water there is nice and warm-” “no.”

- everyone sleeping without blankets or anything and then there’s Heimdall with enough blankets and furs to keep every person in Midgard warm

- Atreus coming to Heimdall because he wants to gift Angrboda something but doesnt know what to gift her because of that one time he offered her a flower and she didnt want it.

“obviously she prefers her flowers alive and not dead, so try that”

Atreus stops pacing around the room and just stares at his brother in confusion “wh-” “grow some flowers yourself, idiot”

- Heimdall, master of romance and courtship (<- this is a lie, probably)

- His love language being physical touch and just being all up in people’s personal space when he cares about them, pretending to annoy them

- Atreus: *causes slight chaos*

Heimdall, immediately: “i should’ve just thrown you off that wall the second i saw you”

Atreus: “love you too, brother! :D”

- mental image of Mimir, Kratos and Heimdall writing a book together called ‘gods and their skill to fuck up severely; how to not do that’

- the family sharing their stories and poems with each other because it’s cute and they all deserve to be loved and have fun

[lndslorepuzzler]

Anecdote: Land of Lost

01: High Alert: At Dri-Lar-404, Feathers Star, the Captain and Deputy of a ship have to move through several checkpoints to bring gifts for the Overlord's birthday, due to the sighting of one Qin Che, the "most wanted criminal in Philos's history. The only (person) to ever escape the space-time prison." The Deputy notes they're not at Philos, so he won't be a big deal. He is immediately proven wrong as Qin Che removes their guns with his Evol and proceeds to 'encourage' them through the next set of checkpoints, though the Deputy has no sense and tells Qin Che he's walking into a trap. Qin Che points out "that depends on whether or not his trap can handle the weight of a spaceship." He proceeds to puppet the two men--who die in the process--into forcing the ship to fall through the atmosphere.

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02: Absolute Suppression: In the armory, hidden in the depths of the Overlord's fortress, the Overlord attempts to calm himself by reminding himself of past victories, even as chaos erupts outside the door. A black-red mist wraps around and drags the overlord towards the door, and it opens with his confirmed biometric data. Qin Che walks in like he owns the place, and the Overlord immediately begins to attempt bargaining. When asked what he wants, Qin Che's right eye glows, and he says, "What I want is the whole planet. Is that okay?" The Overlord says yes.*1

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03: Mysterious Visitor: A change in the Overlord's behavior has been noted by people, but they don't question it, given his well known greed. There are rumors he's "tied up with a mystery guest." Which he is. He plays chess with Qin Che, held to his throne by Qin Che's Evol. He offers some kind of animal (located in the artificial garden just outside) to Qin Che, who tells him "A cage is no place for beasts."*2 At the banquet, Qin Che pulls a 'Masque of the Red Death,' closing all the doors and windows, locking the attendees inside. He proceeds to terrorize the Overlord and his guests: he's blown up the armory with a candle, 'happy birthday,' and "The Overlord's life is a storage's worth of treasures from 100 ships. Anyone who brings less might not taste the birthday cake today."

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04: Out of Reach: Smash cut to Myer, an Enforcer whose dream is to arrest Qin Che. His boss told him, "it's good to dream." At the capital of Philos, Qin Che moved through traps and Enforcers like he owned the place. The crimes he commits across the galaxies "somehow never affect the space citizens' lives. Many have become legends, in fact." There's word of Qin Che being spotted near Feathers Star, but no one is keen on pursuing the issue. So Myer goes by himself. All ships in the port are declared to be under martial law by the Overlord's say.

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05: Judgement of Fate: Starwipe back to Qin Che, who has been using a lot of power for a long time, though "an invisible tether within him holds him back from tapping into more power," and no one seems to notice. At Qin Che's suggestion, one of the High Lords offers information on another, and a whole lot of betraying happens, none of which Qin Che really cares about. He fiddles with a brooch until someone mentions the Aether Core. The Overlord has the "Eye of Aether" stashed away in a vault elsewhere.

"He relishes those absurd yet enthralling twists of fate, just like now, when the elusive echo in the cosmic void he's relentlessly pursued unveils itself unexpectedly... Whenever the stars align perfectly, Qin Che finds himself entertaining thoughts of destiny."

Qin Che shoots out the glass between the banquet hall and the artificial garden. He lets the beasts have their way with the Overlord and High Lords, and leaves. The night of carnage at Feathers Star is called the 'Night of Blood' by the Enforcers, when all the tyrants were murdered by the beasts, and several hundred ships disappeared into the horizon. Myers announces that Qin Che did it, using the holographically reproduced brooch as evidence, though the other Enforcers point out the metal used to make the brooch is centuries old and been use in countless artifacts. They are also skeptical that a single person could loot an entire planet.

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06: Journey Begins: In a spaceship. Qin Che listens to classical music and drinks coffee. He also gets a communication that all the treasures he took from Feathers Star were reclassified and returned to their rightful owners. After confirming the other party got paid, Qin Che warns him that he'd best quit while he's ahead, because he's not going to be sharing whatever it is. On a huge map of the interstellar galaxies, the little orb he's been watching breaks apart, then comes back together in a different location. The map zooms into a location, and Qin Che directs the ship's AI to find a suitable place (presumably to land.) The AI finds a place: "The area is currently experiencing substantial protofield disturbances, creating a massive vortex of magnetic fields. This twists and refracts light, rendering direct entry impossible. It is forever shrouded in darkness." The ship switches to autopilot, and off they go.

A man attempts to mug Qin Che; it's the thirteenth time, so clearly he's "not blending in." He obtains the information he needs about "fashion" from a local. The section ends with, "The N109 Zone is about to meet its new ruler."

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*1, The indication here is that Qin Che is using his Evol to force/coerce this behavior, and the rest of the anecdote confirms that. *2, It's amazing how often Qin Che says things like this, actually. It's more than I thought.

I'm not sure of when exactly this event is meant to take place, though between this and the dialogue in Long Awaited Revelry: Breakthrough we can infer that Qin Che must have arrived during/after the Chronorift Catastrophe, given that N109 was already a disaster area. Maybe. He seems to know how it became like that.

[yankstrash]

https://www.tumblr.com/yankstrash/723214327318986752/amelia-makes-gabe-do-the-tiktok-trend-where-they

who breaks first though?

if you can believe it, they make it through the entire 60 seconds.

but as soon as it ends, gabe cracks and smashes his lips against hers.

"babeeeee!" amelia sings as she runs into gabes room. "i need you to do this tiktok with me!"

gabe looks at her with wide eyes and says, "no way meels. last time you made me do a tiktok with you, you went around and hugged all my teammates!"

amelia rolls her eyes at her boyfriend and says, "i hugged you too honey, and then you got to hold me for the rest of the night. cmon, this one will be funny!" she assured.

gabe sighed and let out a "fine" as amelia came and sat next to him on his bed, propping her phone up.

"okay, look at me." she says and plasters on her sweet, devilish smile that makes gabe melt. he stares right into her eyes, already leaning in.

"ah ah, there's the catch. you can't kiss me." amelia says and smirks, while gabes face falls.

"what?!" he asks.

"that's the tiktok! we have to go 60 seconds without kissing each other. whoever cracks first, loses."

"that is the worst tiktok idea i've ever heard." gabe groans.

"oh hush, it'll be funny. okay ready, set, go!" amelia says and presses record.

the two stare into each others eyes, faces only inches apart.

gabes eyes flicker between her eyes and lips. he smiles as he looks at her lips, and places a hand on her cheek, bringing her face closer to his.

amelia smiles, thinking she's got gabe, but he brushes their noses together and doesn't kiss her, only keeps smirking.

desperate to crack him, she moves one of her hands to the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while the other goes to the top of his head, pulling at the hair there. this drives gabe crazy whenever she does it while they're kissing, so she was sure it would work.

gabe notices the game she's playing, and pulls out a trick of his own. he keeps the hand that's on her face where it is, rubbing his thumb along her cheek while he places his other hand on her bare, upper thigh and begins rubbing it. he traces his hand up and down, slowly. this is what he does that drives amelia crazy when they're kissing. he even slips his fingers under her shorts a bit and keeps running his fingers along her bare skin.

both their eyes are constantly flickering between their eyes and their lips.

gabe leans in even more and places his forehead on hers. he moves the hand that's on amelias cheek and gently places it around her neck.

ok. that's not fair.

he rubs his fingers on her neck, squeezing a bit every now and then in an attempt to get a response out of her. he knows this is her weakness. he leans in and opens his mouth like he's going to kiss her, before slowly moving his head away.

desperate to catch up to his actions, amelia takes her hand out of his hair and her fingers reach for his chain, tugging on it slightly. she tangles it in her fingers and pulls him in closer by it. she fiddles with the '4' on the chain, and gives him a smirk.

amelia lets out a quiet, throaty moan and gently says, "i love you, baby."

gabe smiles at her, his eyes full of lust.

"i love you."

gabe takes both his hands and places them on amelias waist, rubbing his hands up and down.

she wraps both her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

their lips are half an inch away from each other, they can both feel each others breath, but no one cracks.

as the seconds tick by, it gets harder and harder for the both of them. by the end of it, they both let out a huge breath, and once gabe notices the video ended, he smashes his lips against amelias.

"HA! you lost!" amelia says.

"no i didn't, the video was over!" gabe says.

"yeah, it ended. but you still cracked first so in my mind you lost and i won!" she says proudly.

gabe laughs and says, "yeah whatever meels. now get over here and kiss me."

[sab3rto0thed]

i think i am the best girlfriend you ever had. i make you wait two hours for me in your car because i don't get out of bed. i cut all of my hair off because i'm feeling angsty and i hate my friends, because they hated me first. i only take pics of my tits after i come out of the hospital for anxiety attacks. you only send me photos of your cock when your family is home. you fantasize about me in every way―splayed, anxious, wanting. you send me a picture half-naked and want an award for not showing me your penis. you already did that last year. you tell me i need a man to take care of me. i buy my own fucking car. you pull me in tight when i tell you i attempted to kill myself last night, and then you give me blackouts for the next two years. you're better at fucking than me, but i'm a good statuette for the boys you let down.

i think i am the best girlfriend you ever had. i hold your hand and make you feel real guilty for dumping me. i wring your pristine neck and break all of your fingers so you can never play the piano again. i tell you about all of the boys that want to make out with me and make sure you know i am using them to use you. i tell you i'll be fine when we fuck and then i don't even let you cum. you should have known better by now, you god damn idiot. i kick you in the chin whenever you put your hands on my waist. i fucking hate you, and that's the only reason we're still dating. i wake up tangled in your sheets and i cry in your dorm while you sleep with your arms around my stomach. you want to fuck me so bad until you actually do. this is how it goes―i am a let down. i did warn you, sweetheart.

i think i am the worst girlfriend anyone has ever had in their life. i wish you would spit in my mouth, if you even care. i make sure to take my jokes too far until you want to hit me in the head and knock all of my teeth out. i hate loving boys. i love when they hate me. my best friends are a union to my defense―they don't pull me in when i write suicide notes, but i don't really write suicide notes anymore. i am the worst girlfriend to them. i cannot make flower crowns and i cannot drive. i am frequently angry and sometimes i smash chalk and tear the house apart in my fury. i used to call the suicide hotline from my closet and get casually sick on the couch. i hate making out but i want to do it all the time. i use all of the boys that like me. i make sure they are second place. truly, i don't need anyone―i just thrive off of attention. it's all a lie. i am an actor, award winning and all of that.

i am fairly certain that i am the worst girlfriend anyone has ever loved. i am not talking about my exes anymore. i say awful things and i am frequently defensive, very judgmental, and high on edibles at least fifteen percent of the time. i tell you my cat is dying and you show me a picture of your dead cat on your lockscreen, and then you hug me really tight. i feel threatened and you tell me that i, of all people, should not feel threatened―i can say fuck off at my corporate job. you'll let me. i need a place to stay and your parents will have me. i need a place to stay and you'll have me. i am cruel. i am mean. i am awful. i am the worst girlfriend you've ever had. i wake up in your bed with my hair standing straight up and you look at me so fondly, i cry. i throw up and you tell me to stop taking pills and that it only feels like the end of the world―you would know, you say, you have anxiety too. we dance around saying i love you because it's a little tricky for both of us, but i tell you you're kind of my dad and you hug me every time you see me. i am the worst girlfriend in the world. i underbake my cookies. my one redeeming trait is that i am loved―irreversibly, irredeemably. i can get away with being the worst girlfriend in the world. in theory, i can get away with whatever i want. i can fuck off. i am, after all, just a girl.

[lulupen2023]

My very first BellDom fic 6/23

Summary:

Do you want to meet a Matthew who sees conspiracy everywhere (oh wait, this is not big news!) and is so fond of his trolley that he treat it like a sort of puppy? Do you want to meet a Dominic in love with… himself (and with Matt, too, of course!)? And do you want to meet a Chris who wants to prove to the world he's the most masculine guy ever… but is unavoidably attracted by every… female hobby? This is what you'll find in this story, among lots of BellDom and… craziness!

Summary of the chapter: Paranoia is in the air...

awww thanks for the likes, but don't be shy, feel also free to comment... or insult me, lol, whatever!

Chapter VI: It's Better If It Doesn't Happen

A few seconds later, since they see the handle being pushed down, they both sigh with relief.

Someone is going to get in, that means that they won't be alone anymore and that's enough to bring them serenity.

Well, it's not that their thoughts are exactly the main icon of serenity.

< Uhmm it's too soon, it can't be Chris. But it's ok anyway. It may be a technician who must fix something or someone from the cleaning service who wants us to go away in order to.. I don't know.. to clean the floor, maybe. Or maybe it's our most devoted fan who followed us even here and managed to avoid the security. Or.. maybe it's the most dangerous criminal ever who wants to kidnap us to ask a massive ransom. Wait a minute. A kidnapping would mean only a thing: Matt and I , far away from everything and everyone, God only knows for how long, plus we would be left alone so many times, no matter if gagged and tied or not.. we would be alone. Period. Oh, no, please, not the kidnapping , it's better if it doesn't happen. > Dominic realizes.

< No way it can't be Chris. He never spends less than twenty minutes on phone whenever he calls Kelly. So, who can it be? Maybe a rival band who wants to sabotage us, maybe it's those ridiculous newly-fledged band who dares to perform * after * us! Gee, I'd like so bad to take their guitars and smash them on their heads! After all, I wouldn't even bother to use one of mine.. Or maybe it's an old grouch from a rest house in the nearby who came here to complain about the 'terrible noise 'we are making. Dammit, I hope for him that he won't really have the guts to call our music 'terrible noise '... otherwise I could smash a guitar on his head, at least after that he would have a valid reason to complain.. if he survives.. that's it. Uh! What is this sudden urge to smash guitar on people's head? And why should there ever be a rest house in the nearby? But mostly.. how bloody long is taking that damn door to open? > Matt thinks as fast as he uses to speak.

Finally the door gets open, revealing that it's just Chris.

"I finished sooner than I thought, because my little Ava woke up, so Kelly had to look for her.. " Chris explains, putting the mobile in his pocket and then he stares at his friends very questionably.

After all, he has some points.

Matt is standing up, with his guitar lifted up, as if he was ready to smash it on someone's head. Instead, Dominic looks scared as he is hiding behind the drums, with the mobile in his hands, as if he was about to call 911!

Anyway, once he realizes it's just Chris, he immediately forgets his plan of warning the Police about an attempt of kidnapping, just as Matthew places his guitar on the floor and immediately forgets his plan of attack anti-sabotage, coming back to the piano.

"What's wrong with you? Did someone give you illicit drugs as I was outside and now you suffer from hallucinations ?" the bassist wonders, confused.

"Look, Dom, it's Chris!" Matt exclaims as if nothing happened.

"Yes, alright, it's our dear Chris. And now he's going to play with us until we're done!" Dominic exults.

"And he's going to stay in our same room, with us!" the other goes on.

"And he'll never leave us alone again, from now until the show tonight!" the drummer adds with a grin.

"Ok, I'm still thinking that not only someone gave you illicit drugs, but you even stuffed yourselves with them!" the bassist comments, more and more disquieted.

"No, buddy, no illicit drugs, it's just that we are happy to see you!" Matt shrugs.

"Well, it's not that I've been away for months!" the other strikes back.

"Believe me, for us it is as if you were!" Dom comments.

"I still don't understand you. Anyway, let 's go back to work, it's better. Now we should play 'New Born ' right?" Chris wonders, wearing the strap of his bass.

"Yes, yes, whatever you please.. " Dom answers.

"As long as we play!" Matt adds, stretching his hands a little bit before beginning.

As the front man play the intro perfectly, the bassist is free to get lost in his conjectures.

< Those two are up to something and they can't trick me. Why are they acting so nice with me? It's not my birthday, it' s not my saint's day, it's not even the anniversary of the very first time we played together! So.. why are they so.. I got it! They are going to replace me! It's so clear, it's enough to collect all the previous facts: Matt was holding up his guitar, so he wanted to attack me from behind, but he failed. About Dom.. probably he was trying to contact the bassist who is gonna replace me. That's why he was hiding from me! Plus, when we were at Matt's, he said that I'm easily replaceable. Ok, he was just kidding.. but now I'm not so sure anymore.. I must keep my eyes open!> he decides, as the other two wonder why he's staring at them with such diffidence.

And the boy keeps being that diffident all the afternoon long, until they're done with the sound-check, but also as they are on their way to Nassau Coliseum where they must perform.

Everyone goes to his room to get ready to the show properly.

When Matt leaves his, he finds Dom outside, as he's busy staring at his reflection in the mirror.

And even Matt can't help keeping his eyes off him.

"So, you are really wearing them!" he exclaims, pointing at the acid green jeans Dom wears, matched with a black T-shirt with white pictures and a written that worship Rave Parties.

"I told you I wasn't kidding!" the other states.

"You are amazing.. " the brunet confesses.

"I mean.. those jeans are amazing. I mean, you look good. Period." he corrects himself, immediately after, as he starts getting agitated.

"Well, it's only thanks to you, since you chose so damn well.. " the other replies, trying to ignore his friend's words.

"Yeah. But I repent for not choosing a pair for me, too. You will have to lend them to me.. " Matthew states.

"What? Excuse me, what kind of is it if I have to lend it?" the blond protests.

"It's the kind of that is cooler to share!" the other smirks.

"Well, if it' so.. I want your hat!" Dominic suggests.

"No way! That's the kind of that must remain just and only mine!" the other strikes back resolutely.

"Ok. Let me sing a song during this tour, then!" the blond suggests.

"Never! Plus.. just here? C'mon, Dom, try to understand. If I let you sing.. the States would take it as a personal affront and you would end up being the inevitable cause of the World War III!" Matt makes fun of him.

"Uff, you always exaggerate! It was enough a simple ' No, Dom, thanks, I appreciate your goodwill, but it's better if it doesn't happen!'" the other grumbles, insulted, crossing his arms at his chest and turning his back to him.

But Matt doesn't get worried, because he already knows what button to push.

"Let's do things this way. If you lend me your jeans.. I'll let you use my trolley for at least five journeys!"

Dom turns abruptly.

"Really?" he wonders, with the same expression of a five years old kid who is trapped inside a toy store.

"I give you my word!" Matt promises, before the other jumps on him, wrapping his arms around his neck and holding him tight.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're such a friend!" the blond exults, but then he makes the mistake of raising his gaze and meeting Matt's one.

And they both know that it's far away from the look that usually two friends exchange.

Plus, the silence that suddenly falls between them doesn't improve things at all.

"No! Remember? No more too close contact.. " Matt reacts, parting from him, although he does that in the kindest way ever.

"Yes, you're right. Damn me!" Dominic apologizes.

"About my jeans, I really hope you won't wear them tonight.. " he changes subject, staring at the white trousers Matt wears with white braces and a red shirt.

"Also because, you just miss a pair of yellow braces and you would really look like a traffic light!" Dom makes fun of him, making him laugh.

"No, don't worry. Plus, it would be fair. Tonight it's you who must wear them and get all the attentions!" the other replies.

"Well, not so many attentions.. I always stay on the back, it's you in the middle of the stage, in front of the crowd!" Dominic grumbles.

"Hey, I didn't decide the positions on stage!" Matthew justifies.

"Yeah, but you also did nothing to change them, Mr I-Am-And-Always-Must-Be-The-Main-Protago

nist!" Dom strikes back, kinda disappointed.

"Hey!" Matt acts insulted.

"At least.. Chris is free to walk here and there, so sometimes he also stays in the middle, but what am I supposed to do?" the other pouts.

And against that adorable pout Matt is defenceless.

"I have the solution. I'll spend at least half of the time near your drums. So, if it's true that the cameras follow mostly me , you'll have all the attentions, too. Plus, those wonderful jeans can't be ignored!" Matt smiles.

Dom begins another rumble of 'thank you ' and he's about to hug him again.

"No, it's better if it doesn't happen!" he thinks out loud, stopping himself and backing off.

"Yeah. Also because.. I'm afraid that I wouldn't manage to part from you for the second time.. " the brunet murmurs.

But this time Dom doesn't let the silence fall between them.

"You know what? All this thankfulness is getting dangerous. Let's go to Chris!" the blond decides and Matt nods, following him.

Once they reached their friend, they all stand behind the curtains of the stage, staring at the technicians who are arranging their instruments.

Matt analyzes very carefully every single move of the guy who is fixing his guitar.

"He must pinch the chords more gently. No, he shouldn't turn the key so harshly! Oh my, that damn guy will end up breaking my guitar!" he gets alarmed.

"Trust him, he knows what he's doing. Anyway, to be honest, that guitar risks more when she is in your hands!" Chris chuckles.

"I don't care. The sooner he gives me my guitar back , the better is. I don't understand why technicians must always insist so bad, I could perfectly fix her on my own!" Matt grumbles.

"Surrender, Bells. Look how good Dom is, there's a technician who is arranging his drums for more than a quarter an hour and he patiently waits, saying nothing. It's because he trusts him!" Chris makes him notice.

"No. It's because I followed him outside before, so I found out which his car is. So, if he makes some mistakes.. I know how to get my revenge!" the blond sneers evilly, drawing out one of his key, no matter which one, as long as it scratches good and proper.

"Never mind!" Chris rolls his eyes.

"Hey, you should just shut up, since that technician told me that when his colleague tried to fix your bass, you scared the hell out of him, shouting imprecations and threatening him and his next generations! And after that he ran away for his life!" Dominic makes him notice.

"That's why no one is touching your bass! I thought it was because it was already fixed. Well, well, you're such a role model to us, Mr. You-Must-Have-Total-Trust-In-Technicians!" Matt scolds him.

"Okay, you won. What can I say? I just want our trustful ones, I don't let my bass fall in foreign hands!" Chris strikes back.

Curios, Matt pulls one of the curtain a little bit, to have a glimpse on the crowd, but those people are too busy suffering in the throng, trying to stand up and, of course, breath. That's why no one notices him.

"Hey, there's a lot of people!" he exclaims, turning to his friends, but then he narrows his eyes.

"Wait a minute. Is there something wrong in my calendar.. or in theirs? Because today it's 12th January, isn't it?" he looks for confirmations.

"Yes. So what?" Chris narrows his eyes the same way.

"I mean.. Halloween is already over since months! And yet this place seems to be the Night of the Living Dead People!" the other comments.

"That's more than normal. They imitate the headliner and the My Chemical Romance are pretty dark. Just wait to see how they will be dressed!" Dominic informs him.

"I couldn't care less. I'd rather leave as soon as we're done!" Matt grumbles.

"Instead, we're gonna stay, whatever you like it or not. We'll have to face a whole tour with them, so the best thing we can do is try to get along with those guys, at least a little bit!" Chris explains, as Matt desires to smash guitar on heads once again. Those guys' heads, of course.

It's time for Muse to go on stage, and with their big surprise the crowd welcome them pretty warmly.

Not that a colder welcome would prevent them from doing their best, as always.

Remembering his promise, Matt keeps staying close to Dom, even riding his drums, once or twice.

Dom is double pleased, both for having him there and for seeing himself on the huge screen so many times.

Although the three musicians are very concentrated, they all manage anyway to get lost in their thoughts.

< Wow, he's playing with such a vigour , he's so full of energy! > Matt observes, staring at Dom during a very fast moment of 'Knights of Cydonia ' , the last song in their playing list.

< I wonder if usually he's so full of energy also for another kind of activity.. No, Matt, what the hell are you thinking? Stop it, bloody stop it now! > he scolds himself, concentrating more on the guitar and laying on the floor to play the final part, in order to be more spectacular.

This time it's Dom staring at him.

< Oh my God, I'd like to be that floor! No, it's better if it doesn't happen. I'd like.. Uhmm.. yes. I'd like to be me. But I'm already me, so I shouldn't desire anything else! > the blond summons himself, as he keeps playing until the end of the song.

< Uhmm.. let's see.. there weren't any attack, any blow on my head or stuff like that. I guess that tonight has been ok, although they got kinda intimate so many times .. I almost had the feeling of.. disturbing them! So, it's true, they really want me out of the picture! But if they think that it's enough a night that's ok to catch me off guard next time, they are so bloody wrong. It's just what they want from me, instead, no, I'll keep my eyes wide open. My dear shrewd guys.. you'll never fool me!> Chris meditates, as he keeps glaring at both of them.

Maybe, judging how paranoid he became, it's almost more probable that it's Chris who took illicit drugs!

TBC

Notes:

Well, 'this ' Chris is right about one point: someone spread illicit drugs, yeah, but on my train, on morning. That's the only way to explain how I managed to write such a hallucinating chapter!

Plus, this was supposed to be just * a few lines * to introduce what I actually meant to write.. so it will become next chapter, eh, eh!

I hope you won't mind if I dressed Matt and Dom, sorry but it's too fun doing that, and I'll go on even in next chapters.. whenever I have the chance. Just blame some of their pictures for that, lol!

Another thing.. about the MCR, I have nothing against this band, quite the contrary, I actually like them a lot. It's 'this ' Matt who can't stand them!!

Before you ask, no, I'm not gonna write a crossover between the two bands, so the MCR will never appear in this story.

[fishcow99]

hfndsadfjafdsnnsa okokok so lydia and beetlejuice are deaf and they both (especially lydia) interact with their voices frequently. charles and delia might tend to ignore lydia's voice while beetlejuice and the maitlands don't, as like symbolism that they don't really try to see her as a whole, as well as showing their lack of communication. i imagine that lydia's mom was deaf, which adds another layer of disconnection between lydia and her dad as well as delia, as lydia is also deaf but they aren't.

i think delia also didn't know ASL until she started working with the deetz's. i really see this with delia trying to get close to lydia to become a mother figure but having a hard time communicating, like is dwsa when wendla's mom tries to talk about sex in the beginning. it can also be a thing of how she can never replace lydia's mom because of that, whether it's because of the struggle of communication or the lack of the bond that came from them both being deaf.

the other characters are all paired up already (charles and delia, barbara and adam, and so on) but lydia and beetlejuice are both alone and only have themself as company in the beginning. after lydia and beetlejuice meet, they then are now both a part of a pair, and their voices are more in the background as they now are around other people. lydia is often seen consulting with her voice earlier in the show, like when she first meets beetlejuice. a lot of gags and things can be done with beetlejuice and his voice. when lydia starts working with beetlejuice and starts making rash decisions, she fights with her voice to show internal conflict. it would be over things like getting the maitlands to open the book, going into the netherworld, or even just summoning beetlejuice himself.

That Beautiful Sound is something that would be interesting, as well as a lot of sound-based jokes. i think it would have to play a lot into the visual aspect of screaming, with a lot of running around and stuff. there's a LOT of lighting work and ideas that i don't quite know how to explain, but like with each scream, someone pops up in a different part of the stage with a spotlight to show the interruptions to the song? simpler things like gesturing to hide instead of shushing people whenever someone new knocks on the door. the physical aspect of scaring someone as opposed to just screaming at them.

The Whole "Being Dead" Thing plays a lot with tone shifts in the music which would probably be done with lighting and choreo. instead of grabbing the microphone stand for the swing section, i think of him being tossed a fedora and other things like that. his voice would be the one that the ukelele is tossed to and then the one that smashes it.

just random things that i randomly thought of. beetlejuice's voice would handle the book in the book puppet show section. lydia's voice would be reading off of her suicide note. because nobody has looked out for her since her mom died, lydia has had to take care of herself. it's shown literally with her voice being protective of lydia herself, like putting herself in front of lydia when they see beetlejuice on the roof and calming her down when things go wrong. when lydia pushes beetlejuice off the roof, her voice pushes his voice as well. lydia and her voice's relationship gets more distant as the show goes on, but in Home they come back together.

this is probably not what you wanted when you said you were intrigued but i've been so bored and have just been listening to the album and watching the boots over and over again in an attempt to perfect the staging for this and i'm slowly losing my mind send help it's one in the morning

deaf west beetlejuice would go so hard and i have so many ideas for that

[spinetrick]

Yumyulacks and his bestie playing the switch

playing games with yumyulack has to involve a lot of yelling

[runa-falls]

bunny love 🐰

summary: lloyd comes back to find you fast asleep

pairing: lloyd hansen x reader

rating: explicit

warnings: SMUT (18+), somnophilia, tit play, cockwarming, sleepy time, daddy kink, soft dark!lloyd, pet!reader, rough handling, mentions of toture (but it's not detailed at all)

w/c: 2k

a/n: lowkey, based off of this and the fact that I need more tit-play in fics 😩 this might be a little ooc for lloyd, but i don't really careeeee

likes are nice but comments/reblogs keep me going!

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Your face is exhaustedly smashed into the pillow, the plushness of your cheek squishing against your eye. Lloyd watches as your back rises with soft breaths, your body completely surrendering to a deep sleep. 

Your tiny sleep shorts stick to your body like second skin, stretching nicely over your ass as your right leg is hooked over a pillow. He can see the shape of your soft cunt under the pink fabric, clinging to every dip and mound, for his eyes only. 

Lloyd decided at the last minute to fly you overseas, sparing no expense, merely because he misses you. He wanted to come home to his sweet bunny instead of his temporary call girls, craving the one thing that only you can give him. Unconditional love.

A psychopath like him shouldn’t be so easily swayed by any type of emotion, much less the most trivial of them all: Love. But after an intense six-month mission, when you were plopped into his lap as a kind of “therapy pet,” he started to see the appeal of such emotions. Or at least, the appeal of receiving them. 

At first, he resisted your affections, only asking for you when he wanted a warm cunt to bury himself in, or a punching bag for when he was feeling especially sadistic. Otherwise, you’d sit in your tiny room, doing pretty much anything to pass the time as he actively ignores your existence in the castle. 

He assumed you’d be a temporary doll for him to play with before you’d attempt to escape, something to chase during his off time, but he never anticipated just how long you could hold out.

It annoyed him how pleasant you were, never complaining or whining, always staying out of sight until you were needed. It was like you were made for him. No matter how much he’d taunt, punish, and ignore you, you’d only respond to him with unwavering devotion, seemingly unaffected as your eyes continued to regard him with pure adoration whenever he was near. 

Of course, at the end of the day, his ego didn’t mind the constant attention, so he decided to keep you around–at least, for a little bit– if only for the sake of his narcissism. Lloyd’s arm's length attitude started strong, but he was quickly humbled once he made the mistake of letting you in.

He refuses to admit it, but he has formed an attachment to you. He doesn’t understand why he’d want anyone around, much less a needy pet, but he finds himself craving your presence throughout the day, thinking of you as he performs his daily interrogations.

After a few weeks, it was quickly decided that you go wherever he goes, serving as his little therapy bunny, ready to be everything he needs.

All your energy was drained from the twelve-hour flight he had you on, only managing to get an hour of sleep the whole trip.

A breathy whine pushes through your throat as you shift on the bed, blinding grabbing at the blanket to pull it over your body. Lloyd lets out a frustrated sigh, having dragged them off of you just a few minutes early to get an eyeful of your body. He gently pushes you to lay on your back before pulling the duvet down once more.

He bites his lip when he sees how your nipples instantly start to pebble through your cropped shirt as his cool hands glide against your exposed stomach, absorbing your natural heat. Your body is always so responsive, even when your mind is unconscious. 

Your tiny hands wrap over his wrist, instinctively pulling him closer as you’re slowly nudged awake. He ignores your grabby hands, brushing them off easily as he lifts your shirt, exposing your bare tits to the cool room. Your body arches ever so subtly at the feeling, an eager action that isn’t lost on Lloyd.

He drifts the pads of his fingers up your skin, trailing goosebumps as he ascends, eyes focused on your perky mounds. He watches you let out a soft whimper as he circles a bud, unconsciously lifting into his touch as pleasure tingles up your spine. He goes further, flicking and pinching at your sensitive nipples, drinking in every involuntary gasp and groan you let out. 

One particularly harsh pinch causes you to flinch and open your sleepy eyes. Lloyd watches you blink slowly, eyes bleary as they try to focus on what’s in front of them. “Hm?” You hum drowsily, voice raspy from sleep. 

He splays his palm over your chest, softly squeezing you in his hand as he greets you. “Hi, bunny. Miss me?” 

“Daddy…” 

He coos, eyes boring into yours as his hand absentmindedly gropes at your other tit. “That’s right princess. You have a good flight?”

“Mhm.”  You nod adorably slow, chest heaving with excited breaths. His movements start to slow, his hand now petting short comforting strokes against your skin. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he takes in the dreamy look in your eyes, still fogged over from your nap.

His actions stop altogether as he considers your reclined form under him. “You tired?” You shake your head adamantly, pushing yourself up to show your attentiveness. Your eyes suddenly brighten with energy. 

“N-no. I’m up.” Your avid actions are met with a warm chuckle and a hand that shoves at your chest to push you back against the mattress.

“Relax bub, we don’t gotta do anything tonight. I just finished a mission and you had a long flight.” A small disappointed pout pulls at your lips as you grip a pillow on your lap. Lloyd raises an eyebrow, not one to accept bratty behavior, no matter how soft he’s become for you. “Hey, none of that. Scoot over bunny, let me in.” 

You barely push yourself to the center of the bed, preferring to be right against his body when you sleep. 

You patiently lay on your side as you watch Lloyd undress, pulling off a ridiculously expensive patterned shirt before throwing it carelessly to the ground, happy to be out of the constricting fabric. 

You squeeze your thighs together as you drink in his exposed torso: perfectly chiseled and speckled with enticing scars. You remember the nights you trace each blemish, touch featherlight so as to not wake him up. You never ask how he gets them, purely content with the privilege of being able to touch him.

The shirt is followed by his white slacks and loafers, joining the discarded fabric in a pile for someone to clean up tomorrow.  

He pushes the ungodly amount of pillows you were sleeping with on the floor before slipping in, shivering as his body acclimates to the residual heat you left on his side. He shifts around the bed before propping himself onto his right side, facing his body toward yours. 

“Turn around.” Lloyd calmly murmurs regarding your closeness, eyes half-lidded either from exhaustion or desire. You flip over obediently, staring at the gray wall in anticipation as you wait for his next instruction.  

He doesn’t speak as reaches over you, letting out a relaxed sigh as he wraps his arms around your waist. As Lloyd pulls you closer to nestle his hips against yours, you can feel the warmth of his hard cock insistently push against your ass through your shorts. You let out a soft groan, arching your back to press yourself more firmly against him. 

His face rests above your shoulder as he holds you, lips brushing gently at the edge of your ear.  “Daddy just wants a hug, sweetheart. You think you could give me one?” You melt as he addresses you with a soft voice, still unused to the lighter side of Lloyd. You wrap your arms over his, giving him an affectionate squeeze. 

“Of course-” Your sentence stutters to a stop as he suddenly starts to tug at your shorts, fingers hooking at the waistband before pulling them down your thighs. You try to turn toward him, confused by his sudden actions, but his hold keeps you still and defenseless against his hands.

“Wait, wh-” He promptly muffles your confusion with a hand over your lips as he pushes at the fabric until it’s around your knees, effectively binding your legs together. His hand drops from your face as he reaches down to pull himself out of his boxers, already hard and throbbing for your cunt. “Dadd-”

“Just a little taste, bunny.” He rubs the tip of his cock through your sopping folds, effectively coating himself in your slick as lewd sounds hungrily escape between your bodies. You feel him experimentally push the head in before backing out, teasing your hungry cunt as you try to suck him back in. “Mm, look at this greedy pussy, all wet, just begging for my fat cock.” 

“Please, daddy, I can take it!” He pushes in slowly, softly shushing your whimpers as you struggle to stretch around him, your legs still forcefully bound together, making you tighter than ever. 

“F-fuck.” He lets out a groan as he bottoms out, forehead pushing against your shoulder as he struggles to hold his hips back from fucking into you. Just a taste, he reminded himself. He can go a night without a fucking you into the mattress. 

Your body feels restless as his cock deliciously throbs inside you, prodding right against your cervix. You’re ravenous for his usual mouthwatering harshness, anticipating a hard fuck that’ll put you to your sleep. But it never comes.

You let out a pathetic whine when he continues to remain completely still behind you, refusing to rut into you like he usually does. You try to squirm against his arms in an attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, hips wiggling in pure desperation for any type of relief. A short drag of his cock inside your cunt causes you to squeeze around him, instant shivers running up your spine.

Before you can get too far, Lloyd tightens his hold on your body, tsking lowly as you try to resist him. “I already told you, bunny, we aren’t doing anything tonight.” He positions his body so he can effectively mold himself along your back, “You’re just gonna keep me warm tonight, okay?” You secretly wear a pout as you solemnly nod, unhappily listening as his breaths begin to calm down and steady behind you.

A handful of minutes go by and he falls asleep, unbothered by your frustrated form as he relaxes against you, contently stuffed in your warmth. Unfortunately, his calm silence doesn’t help you one bit. You’re so frustrated that you can probably cum from simply clenching around him. 

Your sensitive clit pulses as you lean back into his touch still worked up from the tit massage he gave you earlier. Couldn’t he have gotten you off before sleeping? 

You hold a breath as you experimentally tighten around him, waiting for a scolding voice or movement to stop you, but nothing happens.

You close your eyes as you clench again, finally relaxed enough to take in how full you feel. Your cunt flutters in excitement as you mold around his thickness, each squeeze pushing you toward the edge. 

Unbeknownst to you, Lloyd feels everything. He has to hold back a groan as wakes up to you pulsing around him, slick smearing over his lower stomach. 

You gasp as he suddenly thrusts harshly against your cervix, still thinking he was asleep behind you.  

His fingers painfully dig into your skin as he growls, “Stop fucking around.” He holds himself deep inside of you, ignoring your whimpers at the pressure. “Go to sleep, or I’m leaving.” You give up, eyes wet from losing your orgasm.

You squeeze your eyes shut to force yourself to sleep, desperately trying to block out the sensation of being filled. 

[3rensgf]

stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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Ok but we know Disney is a fan of short films, right? Like Olaf’s Frozen Adventure. So hear me out. A short film based off of Encanto, to be shown before other films or as a bonus feature or whatever.

Two options. This one (probably the more feasible, cuz Disney. I’ll probably type up the second one later) is a whole family adventure where Mariano, getting ready to propose to Dolores, goes to the family for help. Cue massive chaos while the entire Madrigal family attempts to keep Dolores from finding out about the proposal, while helping prepare a beautiful romantic dinner date (because Mariano). Highlights include:

Luisa, Camilo and Mirabel attempting to set up the proposal site.

Camilo and Mirabel bickering as quietly as possible over how to decorate

Luisa trying her best to mediate between her sister and cousin while occasionally tripping over them because she can’t see around the decorations she’s bringing

All three of them coming up with increasingly bad lies for what they’re doing when Dolores inevitably overhears

Luisa: “I was…going to dress the donkeys up and put on a play! For the kids! Yanno, like Tió Bruno’s telenovelas!”

Dolores gets excited and drags her off to help her put on the donkey play, which serves as an excellent distraction but loses them Luisa for the better part of the afternoon

2. Augustin and Felix, mime-coaching a nervous Mariano

*Felix gestures frantically* Mariano: “So….I should tell her how much I love her.”

*Felix and Augustin nod*

Mariano: “How perfect she is.”

*more nodding*

Mariano: “And how…I can’t wait until we have babies because they’ll be perfect just like me?” *cue frantic waving of hands and mouthing different variations on the word no*

3. Felix doing his absolute best to keep his poor, emotional wife from spoiling it.

Pepa’s trying, but her baby’s getting married and she can’t handle it

Every time she sees Dolores, she starts crying and Felix immediately yanks her off to the nearest room they can hide in

Antonio helps by clanging cymbals every time Pepa loses it to cover up the sound of her crying

Dolores gets concerned and goes after her mamá at some point.

Pepa manages a decent lie and it looks ok, until it slowly starts to rain. At which point she loses it, hugs Dolores and runs off bawling

4. Isabela attempting to keep Dolores distracted- a job that gets increasingly hard as her family continues to be a beautiful mess in the background

Keeps coming up with awful excuses to make a lot of noise whenever the decorating trio gets too loud

At some point, Camilo and Mirabel reach a point where Dolores is starting to look intrigued and Isabela just straight up smashes a pot on the floor behind her cousin’s back

Isabela is a good liar. However, her sisters and cousin are not and really don’t give her much to work with

Isabela: “Ring? No, no no, she said sing! As in…we should make the play a musical!”

Cut to both Luisa and Isabela giving the rest of their family panicked looks while Dolores and an oblivious Antonio attempt to choreograph the donkeys (oh, and Antonio’s coatis got involved at some point. The jaguar wanted in, but the donkeys were too scared of him)

5. And finally, when everything’s ready. As in Mariano’s making a declaration of love to Dolores, the whole family’s watching from the Casita, the whole deal. Mariano reaches for his pocket. And discovers he left the ring in town.

Cue a mad scramble to retrieve the ring, featuring the entire family (with the exception of the triplets*, as Julieta’s just doing her best to keep Pepa calm), several members of the village, and Antonio’s entire pack

Everyone’s attempting to communicate entirely in gestures

Mariano’s just desperately stalling the entire time and takes his sweet time with getting down on one knee.

And finally as his knee hits the ground, one of Antonio’s coatis drops the ring into his hand. Dolores sees her whole family there, realizes what’s happened and dives in to kiss Mariano before he can even get the words out. Because cuties.

*Oh. And everyone forgot to tell Bruno.

[anonym-potato]

The Entire Main Cast of Stranger Things are Autistic have some headcanons

El:

• Echolalia Echolalia Echolalia. Also a lot of verbal stimming in general.

• On the other hand, she tends to go nonverbal when she’s really stressed.

• Eggos taste the same all the time and that taste is pure deliciousness, most foods are either gross or change how they taste every time, therefore Eggos are the best food ever.

• Never makes the ‘right’ amount of eye contact - she either stares into your soul or can’t look at your face.

• Fluorescent lights are bad, both because of Hawkins Lab trauma (they used nothing but fluorescents) but also because they’re so damn loud.

• Shopping with Max was nice because a lot of clothes give her sensory problems and Max Got It so they found stuff that was pretty and comfy pretty easy.

• Plays white noise in the background a lot even if she’s not going into the void because it gives her ears something to do without being too loud so she can focus.

Mike:

• No, I don’t think it’s weird I dip my chicken nuggets in ice cream, why would it be? It tastes good.

• Routine good. Random interruptions bad. This has been a Mike Wheeler PSA.

• Constantly reads and re-reads his D&D books to fuel the special interest train.

• Always wore the same eight striped shirts and nothing else for like three years. Yes Mom I know I have more shirts these are just the GOOD ONES-

• What is sarcasm and how do you notice it. Hell if he knows.

• He also goes nonverbal when things are A Lot, he and El bonded over it.

• handflaphandflaphandflap

Will:

• I don’t care if my haircut is dumb looking Mike I’ve always had it it’s my haircut why would I change it-

• Special Interest in art, infodumps over family dinner, every desk he’s ever sat at has been covered in pencil doodles.

• Related to that, paint has a Good Texture, nice and squishy, finger painted all the time when he was a kid.

• Lonnie was predictably asshole-ish about it, Will doesn’t have a lot of obvious stims because he got used to hiding them, and it took him ages to feel comfortable stimming around the party even when the rest of them were.

• Has So Many Feelings about Everything and doesn’t know how to process them.

• Used to really like cold temperatures because sweat makes his skin sticky and gross. Not so much anymore, for obvious reasons.

• Doesn’t eat school lunches even when they don’t have food in the house for him to bring to school because it’s like playing roulette with his mouth.

Dustin:

• He can tell you what radio station played three Cindy Lauper songs in a row last week, the technical name for every part of an elephant’s body, and how to fix a completely smashed walkie talkie with duct tape and a prayer. He cannot tell you what he had for breakfast today.

• Lets Mews/Tews lay on his chest and purr, the fur and rumbles are a nice sensation.

• Waves his arms around whenever he talks because the point will be clearer if he gesticulates.

• Is the best of the original 4 party members at masking, which is why they declared him the Bard. He keeps trying to push it for way too long and getting exhausted, they’re working on it.

• Guess who hyperfixates on a different special interest every three months and has no control over it YOU DO YOU DO.

• Hyperfocus as well, sometimes doesn’t sleep because he just…forgets. He was busy re-reading The Hobbit for the seventeen billionth time, okay?

• The purring is a stim, do not question it.

Lucas:

• Subtlety is overrated, being as direct as possible is way more efficient.

• Doesn’t have as many issues as some of the others with lights and sound but he’s super sensitive to smells, he has to stand upwind from Steve at all times because his cologne is gross.

• Great gross motor skills, horrible fine motor skills. He‘s got amazing aim with the Wrist Rocket, but his handwriting looks like Norse runes and Jackson Polluck paintings had a baby.

• He doesn’t always realize when he’s done a Social Whoops and his attempts to fix it have a 50% chance of making things worse (see: him and Max with the canteen in 3x01).

• Please don’t touch my stuff Erica I have a dedicated mental map of where it all is and if you move it I will not find it for a week WHAT ARE YOU DOING-

• Also forgets to sleep, he and Dustin pass the time having long conversations over walkie talkie about really boring stuff in the hopes it’ll get one of them to pass out.

• Has three facial expressions: Excited/Happy, Upset, and Scared. If he wants to make any more he’s gotta try.

Max:

• Skateboards back and forth on the sidewalk outside for hours at a time because pacing helps her think.

• Real sensitive to sudden/unexpected touch, she likes it alright but you have to give her a two minute notice first.

• Possibly comorbid with ADHD, but I don’t know enough about ADHD to elaborate.

• California was not exactly a paradise, but people at school were less mean about her stimming, Indiana takes some getting used to.

• Meltdowns more than shutdowns, which drives her parents up the wall (why can’t you be a good polite quiet girl Maxine) but the party’s understanding and gives her space when she needs to discharge.

• The color green bothers her and she could not tell you why, it just does.

• Constant pen clicking. Constant.

To be continued because this is getting long

Update: Part 2 Here and Part 3 Here

[stayndays]

𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨’ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 !

was not requested! hope you enjoy~

Bang Chan —

the shyest kisses in the universe yet they still somehow make you flustered af??

how does he do it??

but he always and i mean always smile into your kisses, giggling a little bit when he pulls back before he goes in to kiss you again

such a romantic as well

because he’s always one for those running hugs followed by smashing your lips together when he finally comes home

he just loves you so much and he wishes he can express all of those emotions through his kisses

(spoiler alert: he does ^^)

Lee Minho —

winner of the superlative “most likely to kiss you in front of the boys and not care whatsoever”

he could literally initiate a make out session right then and there and if you do, the other members are like “guys please”

(not gonna explain what making out with minho is like though JFDKSJFDK)

very passionate kisser though!! puts 100% into his kisses, not the type for lazy kisses

however, his favorite kisses are ones of comfort, like when you need to reassure each other that everything will be okay

because he gets to pour every ounce of love he has for you into those moments :((

Seo Changbin —

he’s a begger HE’S A BEGGER

“y/n!! kiss!! kiss!!”

he’s like an annoying fly buzzing around you with only one goal in mind: to make your life miserable until you give him a kiss

but of course you give in after a short amount of time because you don’t want him to be too sad you’re ignoring him :(

afterwards he becomes so clingy,, like a koala,, he can never get enough of you i swear

and then he starts to beg for more kisses like COME ON

don’t worry though, if he’s not begging you for kisses, he’s giving you kisses himself ^_^

Hwang Hyunjin —

here comes mr plump lip man rocking our world

but really? the number one way to get him to kiss you?

to act cute T-T

which is really 24/7 according to hyunjin, but it’s those extra cute moments that makes him have the sudden urge to kiss you!!

there’s a sparkle in your eyes? kiss! you give him a random bear hug? kiss! you pout?? it’s over for him, kiss kiss kiss!!

he’s also the type to grab your face out of nowhere and place messy kisses all over the place like a madman

“jinnie!! your kisses are so wet!”

“don’t care >:)”

Han Jisung —

his kisses are an embodiment of his hyper energy levels... like a happy lil’ quokka who just received a slice of cheesecake

he tends to kiss you out of pure excitement; maybe the group just won something or you cooked him a meal after a long day

it’s his first reaction no matter what, to give you a big ol’ kiss on the lips!! or literally anywhere on your face!!

but this also means that there’s a huge amount of unexpected kisses in your relationship

you could be doing literally anything and all of a sudden he runs up and gives you a huge SMOOCH

you never really mind though... except for the time he messed you up when you were playing that boss fight in a video game >:(

legend says he’s still apologizing to this day

Lee Felix —

literally the sweetest kisses ever... omg

they somehow manage to taste like sugar cookies and you don’t know how he does it, but are you complaining?? no!!

must(!!!) touch you while kissing, whether he’s holding your hand or caressing your cheek or having a grip on your waist

it just helps him keep in touch with reality... like wow... you actually exist and he’s actually kissing you right now... how did he get so lucky?

and once he pulls away from your face, he goes in to crush you with one of his hugs WOW i really am murdering myself tonight

also: always takes the opportunity to call you cute/pretty/handsome/beautiful. always. and it never fails to make you flustered!!

Kim Seungmin —

his kisses are somehow very clean and crisp(?????), never too messy for his taste

but then again

he also always laughs when kissing you :((

it’s just a habit for him at this point,,

maybe it’s because of the whine you let out before the two of you connected lips or maybe it’s because the kiss was so sudden it caught you off guard

or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he loves you too much to handle and it just pours out a little too much at times

he’ll never admit that to you, though ^^;

Yang Jeongin —

i am so in love with him just please be aware of that before you start reading this

innie used to be very shy with kisses, only giving you pecks if you asked for them

but the longer the two of you stay together, the more he starts to tease you with kisses

he becomes so cheeky with his kisses, it’s almost unfair :(

dodging your attempts at kissing him left and right, you pout whenever you miss and he just laughs evilly

when you finally succeed (maybe he let you win but he’ll never tell you that), he celebrates with you:

“oh!! good job sweetpea! now here comes your prize.. :D”

and then he just suffocates you with kisses, both of his heads on the sides of your head so you can’t escape his wrath

now im sad

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