#yeah i did this at work and yeah i had to try not to Scream while doing it

[sillyuin]

Valentine's day with svt (Vocal Unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt vocal unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 1/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. I'll be posting the next parts during the day or next, so wait for it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Jeonghan. Playing board games.

He likes games and loves to cheat on them, that’s nothing new for you. When he told you to have a game night for valentine’s you were expecting for him to be the mischievous angel-faced he is. But he had an ace up his sleeve that you weren't prepared for.

“The loser gotta give the winner a kiss,” he said in a serious tone.

You raised an eyebrow, “if you want me to kiss you just ask me.”

He laughed softly, like he was expecting for you to say such a statement. “But, the winner has the right to ask the way they want it to be.”

“What… Does that mean?”

“I don’t know” Jeonghan bit his lower lip, locking his eyes on yours. “Just try not to lose the game”.

It was probably the hardest game you ever played in your life, not because you haven’t played Monopoly before, but because his gaze was on you all the time, as if Jeonghan was able to read even the deepest thought in your mind.

Whatever he was thinking, you made a double effort to not fail into his love games. But let’s be honest, it’s a sweet temptation you’d like to try without hesitation.

Joshua. Baking cookies for each other.

Something so simple and so endearing at the same time, there’s nothing like an afternoon filled with laughs and the delicious smell of cookies, as the promise of a sweet and romantic night.

“Josh, can you give me the choco chips?” you asked, while checking the recipe on your phone. However, he said nothing, “Josh… Joshua!”

 “Hey, don’t scream at me” he complained in a sassy manner, “I’m just beside you, and I’m busy”.

You turned to see what he was doing, and raised an eyebrow, confused. “Aren’t we supposed to make cookies with choco chips?”

“Yeah”.

“Then, what is that?”

“Oh, this” Joshua’s smile was so big that the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he proudly show you his creation, “it’s for you. Do you like it?”

He was holding a tray full of those calico-shaped cookies you wanted to try. The kitty shaped cookies were actually very cute, so much that you even forgot why you raised your voice at him.

“When did you baked them?”

“Before you came home. I wanted to try something different.” Joshua stared at you tilting his head, “I bake for you and you bake for me, then we watch one of those romcon you love as much as me”.

“Sounds good for me.” you laughed low as you continued with your cookies, “but you have to wait for me, I need to finish these.”

“Okay” He approached you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, “I'll be here just checking in your work. Please do as if I’m not here”.

Woozi. Spa night.

He’s always about work, but also needs a break from time to time. Now, your time has come: No phones, no responsibilities, just the two of you taking care of each other in the warmth of your shared apartment.

The pleasant aroma of scented candles filled the whole room, and Jihoon let out a deep sigh. When was the last time he felt that relieved? He can’t remember, but now he feels like touching heaven and the best part, it was in the comfort of his own home.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet” you protest with a playful tone, “I just started with your shoulders”.

“I’m sorry” he apologized in a lazy tone, “but I’m serious, you're so good at it, you'd become a millionaire with this job.”

“I’m not that good, this is just a hobby,” you laughed in a low tone. “Do you want some more tea?”

“Yes, please!” Jihoon agreed cheerfully, “Is amazing, what did you make this tea with?"

“Oh, you know; chamomile, other natural stuff” leaning towards him, you let a kiss in the top of his head, snuggling your face on his hair, “and all my love for you”.

Dokyeom. Homemade pizzas.

He loves pizza and he loves you even more, that’s all he needs. In the warmth of your cozy apartment, a messy yet funny meal takes place that you both are going to remember for a long time.

“What in the world is this?” you said trying not to laugh, “looks like my heart after I watched that sad movie”.

“But it was fine!” he stammered, laughing in embarrassment, “the oven tricked us!”

Seokmin has been planning this night with the highest expectation, but the heart-shaped pizzas didn’t turn as he visualized. They smell good for sure, however something went wrong and now you have something that looks more like an attempt that a pizza itself.

“Ah, we put in so much effort” he made a small pout, “I’m so sorry, babe.”

“Oh, it’s okay! It’s our first time” you patted his back trying to comfort him, “I bet they’re delicious, let’s just eat”.

And it was indeed the best pizza you ever tried before; your praise words encouraged him as you both sat on the sofa and started eating your homemade dinner.

It didn’t turned out as expected, but your heart was so filled with joy and happiness that it didn't really matter, it is priceless and you’d never change this day for nothing in the world.

Seungkwan. Trying a new café.

Making changes is always good and Valentine’s Day is the perfect excuse to do something different. Unfortunately, you’re not the only couple who had the same idea.

“This place is full too” Seungkwan signed, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. “It’s the third one”.

“It’s okay Boo, we can do something else”.

You were sitting in the car and the atmosphere started to feel a little heavy. Maybe going for a café date on Valentine’s Day wasn’t the best idea, every place was crowded as if everyone just had the same braincel and decided to occupy every single café in town. And Seungkwan was part of that unplanned collective.

“I’m so sorry, love” he placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice was low and a little sad, “I should’ve planned this better and made a reservation.”

You remained thoughtful, an idea came to your mind and you said it with a big smile. “Hey, what about if we buy something and make our own café at home?”

“That… Actually doesn’t sound bad” he raised both eyebrows tilting his head, “What’s on your mind?”

And so, a few purchases later, you ended up drinking delicious coffee at home, accompanied with a sweet strawberry cake and a tender playlist you both made at that moment. It has the potential to become a tradition, after all, it doesn’t matter the place or the activity; every moment with Seungkwan is special for you.

[luvfae]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a female reader x Thanos.

What about reader and thanos we’re close before the games both harbouring feelings maybe, but they both have mental health struggles and she is someone who dose things with out thinking of the consequences because she doesn’t care so anyway when they find each other in the games thanos is aware of her tendencies and is like kind of babysitting her.

Like in the first game she makes zero move once she finds out you die and he literally drags her across, and maybe the second game she is always his first choice but she just lays there depressed and cynical and makes sarcastic comments while him and nah gy go around finding team mates or in mingle she makes no move but ofc he always saves her ass, until one night he gives her a rude awakening a harsh pep talk feeling confessing etc. u can put your own spin on it ofc ofc!!

I DON’T CARE

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, mental health issues, death, blood, typical squid game stuff

You and Thanos had always been a little fucked up.

That’s what made you close.

You met him at a party two years ago—one of those loud, suffocating nights where everyone was either high, drunk, or trying to be. He was leaning against a balcony, smoking, watching the chaos unfold like it was a movie he’d seen a hundred times before.

You had walked up, grabbed the cigarette from his lips, and took a drag without asking.

He had let you.

“You look like you want to jump,” you had said, staring down at the city lights.

He had snorted. “You look like you wouldn’t care if I did.”

That was the start of it.

You weren’t exactly good for each other, but you understood each other. The reckless, self-destructive tendencies. The numbness that came in waves. You never had to explain why you did the things you did—skipping work for days at a time, getting blackout drunk just to feel something, making choices that could ruin you without thinking twice. Because he got it.

And maybe that was why, despite all the tension, all the times you nearly crossed the line from friends to something else, you never did. Because you knew the second you let him have you, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

Then he disappeared.

You heard the rumors—he got into drugs, got into trouble, owed money to the wrong people. You had reached out once, maybe twice, but you never pushed. And eventually, you stopped trying.

Until now.

Until you saw him again.

Your head was pounding. Your body ached. You barely remembered how you got here, only that you had woken up in this fucking tracksuit with the number 067 on your chest and some masked freak telling you to follow the others.

And then—

“No fucking way.”

Your stomach twisted at the sound of his voice.

You turned.

And there he was.

Thanos.

He looked like hell—bruised knuckles, tired eyes, the same cocky smirk that always made you want to punch him in the face.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said, stepping closer. His gaze flickered over you, as if making sure you were real.

You swallowed. “Yeah. Same.”

Silence stretched between you.

Then he snorted. “I should’ve known you’d end up in some fucked-up shit like this.”

You crossed your arms. “Takes one to know one.”

He huffed a laugh, but there was something behind it. Something tight. Something that made your chest ache.

“How bad?” you asked, voice quieter.

His jaw tensed. “Bad.”

You nodded.

He nodded back.

You didn’t need to say more.

Because he knew what you were asking. And you knew what he wasn’t saying.

And when the sirens blared, when you were herded outside for the first game, when the blood started spilling and the bodies started dropping, you froze.

Gunshots rang out. Bodies collapsed. Screams filled the air, and yet you just stood there, frozen.

You weren’t scared. No, fear would mean you actually cared about living. You simply didn’t see the point. What was the point?

You stood there, staring at the massive doll, blinking slowly as the words “Green Light” echoed in the cold air.

Around you, people were rushing forward, sprinting, their eyes wide with desperation. The tension was palpable, the sound of rapid heartbeats almost deafening as they tried to make it to the end before the next “Red Light.”

You weren’t scared. You weren’t anything. Just numb.

You could hear it—the gasps of fear, the thud of bodies hitting the ground, and then—gunshots.

Someone screamed.

But still, you didn’t move.

The moment it hit you, like a wave crashing over a brittle shore, was that you weren’t just standing still because you were numb. You were standing still because it didn’t matter. If you died here, it wouldn’t matter. If you made it out, what would it change?

Nothing. Everything was pointless.

And that’s when you felt it—Thanos’s hand, strong and relentless, grabbing your wrist, yanking you forward.

“The fuck are you doing?” His voice was a low hiss, filled with fury, but his grip on you didn’t loosen.

Your feet stumbled as you were dragged, fighting for balance. Your mind was foggy, distant, numb to the fear that gripped everyone else. The bloodshed, the screams, the flashing lights—it was like you were standing outside of it all, watching it happen to someone else.

“Move!” Thanos barked, his fingers digging into your skin.

You tried to jerk away, feeling the weight of his grip only tightening.

“I—” You blinked, but your voice felt hollow. “I don’t care.”

The next whistle blew.

Your body jerked with the momentum of his tug, and for a moment, you didn’t feel the ground under your feet. Thanos’s arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you, pulling you through the crowd of bodies that were tumbling and falling like leaves in a storm.

Gunshots rang out in the background. You could see it now—people, falling. Bodies collapsing like ragdolls.

But you didn’t care.

“You wanna die?” Thanos’s voice was harsh, just an inch from your ear, filled with raw anger.

You blinked slowly. “I don’t care,” you repeated, though the words felt strange in your mouth. Almost like a lie you’d told yourself for so long that you’d forgotten what it really meant.

Thanos’s grip tightened. He wasn’t listening, not to your words. He wasn’t letting you slip into that void again. His eyes were wide, jaw clenched, the muscle in his neck pulsing with barely contained frustration. The whistle blew again.

“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, lifting you off your feet entirely now, dragging you forward like you weighed nothing.

He didn’t give you a choice. He didn’t care that you didn’t care. He was going to keep you alive, even if it meant forcing you to fight against the numbness that consumed you.

By the time the countdown ended, you were nearly at the finish line. Your heart thudded in your chest—not from fear, not from adrenaline, but because of the strange, foreign sensation of being pulled back from the edge.

Thanos pushed you across the line. He was breathless, chest heaving from the physical strain of pulling you. His grip on your waist loosened only when the game ended, and the crowd’s screams faded.

When it was over, when the air cleared, you leaned back against the cold wall, your body sliding down to the ground, exhaustion settling in.

Thanos stood there, staring at you, chest heaving in rhythm with yours. His eyes narrowed with something dangerous, something you hadn’t seen before. Something deeper than anger.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he spat, but it lacked the usual humor.

You didn’t answer. You just sat there, staring at the floor. The adrenaline was leaving your system, and all you had left was the heaviness of everything—the gunshots, the blood, the screams.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, almost to yourself.

Thanos crouched in front of you, eyes intense, searching your face for something he didn’t know how to find. Something that he needed to fix.

“No,” he snapped, his hand reaching out to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “We’re not doing this. Not anymore.”

His fingers dug into your skin, the intensity in his gaze so powerful that you couldn’t look away, even though part of you wanted to. His voice softened, but there was no less fire in it. “I won’t let you throw yourself away.”

Your chest tightened. Something deep inside of you stirred, but it was fleeting. You felt vulnerable, stripped bare in front of him.

“I won’t let you die,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, his thumb gently brushing over your skin like it could erase everything you were running from.

You felt the ache in your chest then, the crack that began to form from the pressure of his words. The weight of his care.

And for a second, just a second, it felt like you were actually seen.

—

The next day when the guards announced the next game, you didn’t bother to move. You just sat there, your arms resting on your knees, watching the other players scramble to form teams, trying to sort out the chaos of who was going to be their partner. You could hear the shuffling of feet, the anxious whispers, the desperation in every movement. But none of it touched you. You were past it.

“Get up.”

Thanos’s voice cut through the haze of indifference surrounding you. He was standing over you, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed.

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you tilted your head back, staring at the high ceiling above, your mind drifting. He could wait.

“I’m not asking, sweetheart.” His voice was firm now, sharp like a warning. “Get up.”

You sighed, the weight of the world pressing on your chest. This wasn’t even the worst of it. You glanced at him briefly, and for a second, something flickered in your chest—a feeling, a pulse of something that made you almost want to smile. Almost.

You dragged yourself up from the floor with exaggerated slowness, not bothering to hide the way your limbs felt heavy, as if your body didn’t belong to you anymore. The sound of the other players forming teams, their voices blending into the background, became distant.

Thanos didn’t wait for you to make a move. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him toward the group that was gathering to select their partners.

“You’re with me,” he said, without asking, without giving you any say in it. His words weren’t a request—they were a demand.

You raised an eyebrow, raising your free hand to smooth your hair back. “Thanos, you need five people, not just one. Go find your three others.”

He didn’t even look at you as he grunted. “Get up. We’re doing this.”

You weren’t sure why it annoyed you. Maybe it was the way he thought he could just make decisions for you like that, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want to give a shit about anything anymore. But instead of arguing, you flopped back against the wall, letting out a deep sigh. “You’re so bossy.”

“I swear, if you don’t—”

“You’ll what?” you asked lazily, watching the other players scramble like rats. “Let me die?”

He stared at you, jaw clenched, clearly fighting the urge to snap at you. You saw the anger flaring in his eyes, the protective instinct swirling beneath the surface. But he said nothing. He didn’t yell at you. He just turned and walked away, a look of frustration flashing across his face.

It was strange. Normally, you’d see that and feel some sick satisfaction. But today, it left you empty, like the familiar edge of tension between you and him had dulled.

After a few moments, he came back. You didn’t look up from where you were sprawled on the floor, your legs stretched out in front of you.

Thanos took the spot next to you. He didn’t say anything. He just sat there, silent, his eyes scanning the group. You could tell he was waiting for you to make a move, to show some sign that you were still capable of caring about something.

But you didn’t. You didn’t move.

And maybe that was why, when he spoke again, his voice was softer, quieter. “Come on. We’ve got to find one more person.”

You didn’t answer him. You just kept staring ahead, your eyes unfocused.

Thanos cursed under his breath. “Fine. Stay here. I don’t give a shit. But we’re playing this fucking game.”

When you didn’t react, he stood up, dragging a reluctant Nam-Gyu over to form the rest of the team. You could hear them talking quietly for a moment, but it barely registered in your head.

You hadn’t realized how much it hurt, how much the detachment had taken a toll on you, until you felt him next to you again, the weight of his presence a reminder that something—someone—still cared.

It was just a fleeting moment, but it stung.

“You with me or what?”

You finally looked up at him. The frustration in his eyes hadn’t faded, but there was something else there, something deeper, almost like he was begging you to show up.

You stood without a word, dusting yourself off as you followed him to the designated area.

Thanos didn’t say anything else as the game began. He just watched you, his eyes never leaving you as you moved through the tasks. His hands were steady, precise, but every time you stumbled, he was there to catch you. His grip on your arm was always firm, as if he were trying to anchor you to this world, to this moment where you were still alive.

Every time you fell behind, he didn’t yell. He didn’t berate you. He just pulled you up and kept you going.

And for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel like you were fighting the game. You weren’t fighting him either.

You were fighting with him.

And as the game stretched on, the realization hit you: this wasn’t just about survival anymore. Thanos wasn’t just keeping you alive because of some unspoken duty or because he had no other choice.

He was doing it because he wanted to.

You couldn’t quite understand it, but you didn’t mind it. Not anymore.

—

The next game felt like a cruel joke.

You stood at the edge of the group, your mind numb to the urgency that seemed to swallow the others whole. The guards had explained the rules—nothing complicated, just survival—yet your body remained unmoving, despite the chaos unfolding around you.

Most of the players immediately scrambled, eyes wide, feet shuffling as they sought safety. You could hear the hurried breaths of your fellow players, the scrape of shoes against the concrete floor, the soft sounds of bodies rushing and tumbling in all directions. Yet, you just… didn’t care.

Everyone else seemed like they were fighting for their lives, but you?

You were waiting for it all to end.

And then, just like that, you felt the heat of a body next to yours. His scent—leather, sweat, something familiar—struck you before you even saw him.

“Nope,” Thanos muttered under his breath as his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist before you could even process what was happening.

You blinked, the numbness in your mind finally starting to fade as he yanked you toward him, pulling you into his space like he’d done countless times before. “Not today,” he said firmly, his voice low with that undercurrent of protectiveness that you had come to know so well.

You didn’t fight him. Not this time. His grip was strong, secure, and for once, you allowed yourself to lean into it. You didn’t want to make the effort to run or find a spot of safety. So you didn’t.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you muttered, looking up at him, your voice quieter than you intended.

Thanos glanced down at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yes, I fucking did,” he replied, his tone hard, his grip never faltering.

You stayed quiet as he pulled you into an empty room, positioning you closer to the wall, where the guards couldn’t reach as easily if for some reason they decided to kill you. But it was more than that—he was keeping you close, making sure no one else could get too near, too close.

You hated how much it comforted you.

The minutes ticked by, the guards’ voices harsh in the background, and still, you stood there, pressed against him. His body was warm, solid, like a shield. You didn’t think about how strange it felt to have him act like this—to be the one protecting you. No, you just let him, because for once, it felt like you had a reason to stay.

You weren’t sure how much time passed, but it was enough for the panic to begin to settle. Enough for you to breathe again. You weren’t entirely safe, not yet. But for the first time in days, you weren’t just surviving; you were simply existing.

And it felt like an eternity before the sirens sounded, signaling the end of the game. The crowd around you began to move, restless and relieved.

Thanos released his hold on you just slightly, but he didn’t step away. His fingers lingered for a moment before dropping to his side.

“Think you can make it on your own?” His voice was quieter now, laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

You blinked, suddenly aware of how close the two of you still were, the heat between you both suddenly charging the air in a way that made your chest tighten.

“Maybe,” you muttered, looking away. “But you’re not exactly a bad guy to have around.”

Thanos snorted, a dark humor creeping into his voice. “Don’t get used to it.”

But you could feel his eyes on you, and despite everything—despite the absurdity of it all—you felt something inside shift. The games weren’t over, but something between you and Thanos had already changed.

And you weren’t sure if you could go back.

—

That night, Thanos snapped.

“I can’t keep babysitting you,” he growled, pacing in front of you.

You sat on the floor, arms wrapped around your knees, staring ahead blankly. “I never asked you to.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah? Then what, I should’ve let you fucking die?”

You didn’t answer.

That only pissed him off more.

“You act like nothing matters. Like you don’t give a shit if you live or die. But guess what, sweetheart?” He crouched in front of you, gripping your chin, forcing your eyes on him.

“I give a shit.”

Your breath caught.

He shook his head. “I don’t know what the fuck happened to you. I don’t know why you’re like this. But you do not get to throw yourself away.” His voice dropped lower. “Not when I—”

His grip faltered. His expression twisted.

Not when I care about you.

The words never came, but you felt them.

Something deep inside you cracked.

You swallowed hard. Your throat burned. Your chest ached. The weight of his words, of everything you’d been avoiding, came crashing down on you all at once.

For the first time in days, you felt something.

And you weren’t sure if that terrified you more than the games themselves.

But one thing was clear.

For Thanos, you’d try.

Even if you didn’t know how.

Something had changed.

It was subtle, but it was there.

Thanos didn’t say anything after that night—no more lectures, no more scolding. He just sat with you in the dark, his shoulder pressed against yours, and let the silence stretch between you.

But you could feel it. The weight of his words. The rawness in his voice when he said, I give a shit.

And maybe, just maybe, you had started to give a shit too.

Because the next morning, when the guards announced the next game, you didn’t drag your feet. You stood up. You followed. You let Thanos find you in the crowd without him having to pull you by the wrist.

You saw the way he looked at you—like he noticed the change, like he was waiting for you to slip back into that numb, hollow state again.

You didn’t.

Not yet.

[kxtsukixoxo]

“sit on my lap” for denkiiii ^_^

authors note - nothing. i have nothing to say.

here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content

“there’s….no space” you muttered as you peeked into the backseat of katsuki’s car, you guys clearly didn’t think this through, squeezing four people in the back really wasn’t going to work out, sero squeezed himself inbetween the door and mina, and a bunch of luggage in the middle, with denki on the other end of the huge wall. eijiro sighed in the front seat as katsuki shook his head, “js make it work will ya?” 

denki looked at you shyly, what was he supposed to do? and the fact he had the fattest crush on you didn’t help one bit. you were supposed to squeeze yourself next to him, your soft sweet skin touching his, giving him a clear view of your cleavage from your low-cut top, the thought of it made him all hot and bothered. 

denki had no idea when his mouth decided to pry open and spit out the words, “sit on my lap” but oh god did he regret it. you were left with no other choice than to sit on denki kaminari’s lap. 

“i’m sorry if i’m hurting you” you turned your head away, avoiding eye contact, 

“n-no you’re not!!” that was the least of denki’s worries right now, he was trying so hard not to focus on how perfect your tits sat, your pudgy thighs peaking out from underneath the skirt you chose to wear today, resting ontop of him, the feral need to grab them and squeeze the life out of them, knead them like dough, oh you were driving so mad. 

“bathroom break!! get the fuck out and refresh your stank asses!” katsuki screamed as he got out of the car himself, eijiro followed suite, sero yawning behind him, mina yawned getting up aswell. 

just as you were about to get up, you felt denki grip onto your hand “stay-“ you were confused, worried, what’s up with him? denki’s breath fanned against your ear as he pulled you closer, his hands rested on your thighs “tell me if you want me to stop” the cool air leaving his mouth, sent shivers down your spine. denki’s fingers reached underneath your skirt, palming your clothed cunt, his fingers teased your slit through your underwear as you covered your mouth in an attempt to bottle any noise that left your lips. 

“we’re back!!!” mina squealed, “we need to get back on the road, we still have another five hours  left” 

denki’s fingers didn’t leave from where they were, instead he continued, the luggage obstructing anyone from seeing the erotic sight, right before their eyes. your head fell back as denki’s fingers slipped past your underwear, running his finger up your slit, collecting your sticky slick with just two fingers, shoving it back into you as he teased your entrance with just the tip of his fingers, your hands travelled underneath your skirt to remove your underwear, denki’s curiosity grew, finally figuring out what you were doing as he watched you stuff your mouth with your slick coated panties, denki worked his fingers slowly into you, your muffled moans drowned by the music mina had playing loudly, everybody was oblivious. 

denki pumped his fingers inside you as you shuffled slowly, about to come undone. the giant surfboard infront of you and denki, obstructing katsuki and eijiros of the both of you in the backseat, “hey you two alright there?” eijiro asked, curious about the shuffling, “yeah!! all good!! (y/n)’s just adjusting!!” denki forced out, “haha, alright!” eijiro gave him a cheery smile, one that he couldn’t see of course. 

 you gripped onto eijiros arm, nailing digging into his skin as you tried not to rock your hips, denki finger-fucked you through your orgasm, his arm

wrapped around your waist, restraining too much movement out of you. pulling his fingers out, licking your fingers clean, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“we’re here!!” 

[doorlesscub00]

The Last Goodbye

Spencer x reader drabble authors note: Hey guys!! This is the first time posting a fic I've written, so please let me know what you think!! all feedback it appreciated and welcomed!! Short write- Less then 500 words, but potential for a second part!! Not proofread either!! The reader isn't mentioned of gender- It's written in second person point of view. Theirs mention of yelling, a bit of toxicity and Spencer out of prison. It is angsty.

He's been more distant lately. You were growing more and more concerned about him. Ever since he got back from prison, he changed. He grew cold. Pushing you away. The constant fights, unable to even hear you. You tried, tried to your last bone in your body... but everyone has their breaking points. 4 years withering away like it was merely a facade.

Here he is. Dismissive and angry. Why is he shouting so loudly and incoherently? You asked him how his day was, and if he was alright, and then the split happened. Spencer is turning into this unrecognizable person, yelling at you for being too invasive, too pushy and nosey. You just wanted to help. And now he is screaming in your face...

Ring... Ring...

He answered the call in two rings, it takes him two calls to answer you. It was like his entire personality shifted... He was kinder, sweeter, understanding... reminds you of the Spencer you once knew... the one you lost.

He looks at you and answers the line... "Yeah I can make it in right now. I don't have anything special going on. Yeah, I know. I'll see you in 20 Emily."

He hung up the phone and spoke coldly, telling you he needed to go back to work, went into the bedroom and grabbed his to-go back, and went straight to the front door and left.

This time would be different, you knew it. You didn't weakly tell him goodbye and to be safe. No. No more of that. You've done it every time he left, but not today. Did he even notice that.? Probably not. He left, and it gives you at least one day to get everything out, at best 12 days. But you wouldn't risk taking your time. Straight to your room and grabbing all of your belongings, throwing them into your car. Questions swarm through your head. Where would you go. What will happen to the thing you can't fit in your car to bring. Would he care you left.? Would he notice your absence when he gets back.. Would he be happy. Maybe try to find you and try to change. Could he change back to the man he once was.. You hope he could go back to Spencer you fell...

Wait! No. Stop thinking about him. You're leaving him to be happier. Free. So then why does it feel like you have a 50 pound weight on your chest. It doesn't matter. You had to do this. You had to leave.. Staying would only make you loose your mind. Be driven to insanity. it's time to hurry. Not another night here. Booking a hotel for the night and going from there would be the safest option. It's already 11:27pm. You threw the rest of the belongings you could carry in your car, leaving quite a bit behind but you needed to prioritize what you took, went back and left your key on his counter and walked out the door..

Looking back one last time, leaving behind all the forgotten laughs, all the petty fights... Your new start begun now. As you started the engine of your car, you started your new chapter in life. A chapter of which you can only go up. Find joy once more. Backing out of his driveway, you knew you could never go back on what you're choosing. And so there you were, dead of night with the street lights to show you the way as you drove away from the empty shell, the once you once considered to be a warm and loving home..

A/n: Okay so I am debating on making a second part to this- or maybe like 2 different endings to the story.? A sad one and a happy one. But let me know what you guys want!! If I should leave it as is, or continue onto it. Anywho, thank you so much for reading my Drabble!! Means the world to me, but for now, goodbye my lovely cubs!! Till next time, have a wonderful day or night!! Better yet, both!!

[thriller1ruler]

GIGGLY BUG (pt.4-last part)

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

lee!nam-gyu / ler!thanos

(A/N): hii, its me again. i dont feel so well these days. sobbs. kinda enjoyed writing this tho 😋 i got the earwig "itsy bitsy spider" for quite a long time, so i decided to put that in in this fanifiction. help. am i improving?

this is a tickle fanfic. if you don't like it, scroll.

It was almost breakfast time, and Nam-Gyu was definitely not a morning person. The word "tickle" sent a childish feeling through him, hinting that today would be anything but ordinary. as the laughter of the 4 friends came louder into his ears, he sensed that the day ahead would expose hidden truths, unraveling the comfort of his routine.

"i've asked you a small question..are you ticklish?" a little smirk came upon thanos's lips. he seriosly did wanted to know more about nam-gyu..plus he was bored. whatever his plan was now, it would maybe be the most harmless thing he did to a person since ages.

"i know there is more of you."

Nam-Gyu subtly rolled his eyes, redirecting his gaze back to Thanos. He was determined not to reveal the slightest hint of his 40% concern, fully aware of the consequences that would follow if he failed to maintain his nonchalance right now.

"..of course not. how old am i? 5?"

Thanos stood up and moved a bit closer to Nam-Gyu. Player 124 shifted his gaze, trying to appear more serious as he noticed that he wanted to sit next to him. Nam-gyu adjusted his posture, aiming to present himself in a more professional manner while acknowledging Thanos's presence.

"y'know..there is something you and spiders have in common."

...

"they are as dramatic as you."

nam-gyu looked at thanos with a little confusion. did he seriosly have a IQ like a goldfish??

"..what are you talking about?"

Nam-gyu could feel the nervousness creeping into his voice, almost causing him to stutter, but he focused and managed to steady his tone just in time.

"you said you're not ticklish right?"

thanos's mischievous voice and his penetrating brown-blue eyes were only complicating matters for nam-gyu. he wasn't tickled since...how long?

"hmm..maybe, if i'm still that ticklish like i had been, i'll just hold my laughter in..yeah that always worked." he thought.

"earth back to nam-gyuu!! what's your thoughts huh??"

"i've told you. i'm not ticklish."

oh, thanos's plan was going just as he hoped, every detail falling perfectly.

"..so, you wouldn't mind if i..?"

thanos grabbed nam-gyu's sides, all 10 fingers digging into his. nam-gyu could feel the funny sensation of his body, a quite shriek coming out. he tried to cover his mouth not to let out more weird noises.

"-..Look, i told you. there is nOHOH-"

nam-gyu bit his lip holding on his dear life. He tried not to let out just a little bit of laughter and accidentally fall down. this sensation cant be so intense..?

"ah, is something wrong??" thanos could only get a headshake as a response.

Now, the purple haired squeezed nam-gyu's sides more under his ribcage. he only could get breathy-giggles from his friend.

"so you lied to me? not very noble from you.."

"i juhust remembered sohomething fuhunny-.."

Thanos let out a small chuckle, finding the situation his friend is in at this moment kinda reletable. he decided to go up to his armpits now and... there was the point where number 124 cracked.

"pfft- ahahaha! oHohokay THANOS plEHEHASE you gohohot mehehe!! leheht gohoho!!"

"hm...let me think.."

more laughter came out from nam-gyu. he noticed that some people were standing in a line, looking at him with..a smile? oh no, it was breakfast time!

"what about..no? boy, i won't give up on you so easily."

"nahahaha!!"

number 124 tried to fight back, but since his armpits are getting attacked..the more he moved, the more it tickled. The awkward situation aimed to elicit a scream from him, but instead, he could only laugh like a child. His plan had not unfolded as he had envisioned. Suddenly, Nam-gyu noticed that Thanos was humming a tune. Though he couldn’t quite catch the melody, it washed over him like a wave of nostalgia, stirring memories long forgotten.

"i see...y'know, i had an earwig minutes ago..wanna hear it?"

oh, they both had the same thoughts, will this end well?

"juhuhust maheke ihit stohohohop!"

"hmm..i take that as a yes!"

thanos could feel how nam-gyu's legs were kicking slightly behind him now. he scribbled his fingers down to his ribs slowly and let out a inhale.

"...the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout.." the scribbling became faster as he reached his aim. nam-gyu concealed his face with his hands, a gesture of despair that only served to expose more areas for thanos to target when he realized what his plan actually was. in that moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t deserve this..or at least that’s what he convinced himself. a slight pink blush came out from his cheeks. he never felt this way before..it was something new.

"nohoho..!"

thanos's hands now spidered under his hips slowly. "down came the rain..and washed the spider out!"

Nam-gyu's soft cackles gradually transformed into a rich laughter, causing him to tremble and curl up like a hedgehog, still concealing his face with his hands. this laughter was stuck inside him for ages..seriously, was he enjoying this? All he did was faking his chuckles all the time back then..

"Out came the sun and dried up all the rain.."

Without a warning, Thanos's cold hands jumped on his neck, scribbling it fast but not harshly causing Nam-gyu to squeal.

The purple haired couldn't help, instead he let out a little giggle when that unexpected sound came from him. But then, his hands jumped back to his stomach.. where it was conditioned under Nam-gyu's jacket. Thanos knew exactly what he was doing.

"and the itsy bitsy spider went up to the spout again!"

"sthohop ihihihit!" the words that came out from nam-gyu came out fast, yet loud and high pitched. the hands that were scribbling on top of his tshirt felt like 100 spiders moving around on his stomach and their little legs making the sensation just worser.

"oh boy, look at yourself! if i was somebody else, you would beat me up right away, right?" thanos laughed. "did you like the song? is it the reason why your smiling??"

Nam-gyu was about to explode and his laughter was going on mute. As Thanos realized it was too much, his hands turned back into his sides. finally, Nam-gyu could catch his breath again, but sadly it couldnt stay for too long. he turned into endearing cackles, letting out his last words.

"youhuhu rahahascal..!!"

Thanos could get his friends most adorable giggles out from his stomach. Nam-gyu will never forget this day..him curling up into a hedgedog, nothing to worry about was seriosly going to change his presence for Thanos.

"oh my, i just realized how embarrassing we look when we were in the same situation..."

Jung-bae, Gi-hun, Dae-ho and in-ho were standing in the line to get some breakfast. All 4 were curiously looking at the duo.

"hey, atleast we learned more about eachother! seriosly, look at Gi-hun!! his cheeks are still red!"

Dae-ho said giggling, causing gi-hun to let out a little chuckle of emberassment. His old self was rising up a little more, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. It was nice to see everyone together, sharing moments of joy and happiness.

Meanwhile In-ho..he forgot that he was the frontman for a minute. All that laughter and the nostalgia mixed up inside of him. he could see gi-huns hopeful eyes..it reminded him where he stepped his foot the first time he ever came here-. His thoughts got interrupted when a sudden poke hit his side.

"are you even listening young-il?"

...

a small nod came from the frontman. the 3 contuined to talk.. but In-ho..the choices he made pressed slowly into his heart, a reminder of his joy that had turned bittersweet...

The word around him contuined to move, but he felt frozen in his guilt, knowing he could never reclaim the times he had lost sadly ever again..

Or atleast, that's what he thought.

[foreverisntenough]

Final Little 'Ours' SMAU

Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader SMAU | Following 'Ours' the second fic of The Complete 'Ours' Series continued.

Let me know if this format is better :)

And so the last bit...

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User77 The way this post is giving ‘proud wife agenda’ and I’m HERE FOR IT 😍😂 Trentarnold66 😏😏😏 ↳Y/N.alexanderarnold trying to impress me tn? User111 Imagine losing at Anfield and then opening Instagram to see this? I’d deactivate 💀😂 Winnie.Baby1 Teddy’s dad did what needed to be done! 🔥 User6666 Nothing hits quite like an Anfield win & a celebration post from the queen herself 😍 User90 A Liverpool win just hits different when you're part of the royal family of Anfield User81 Your match-day glow is undefeated ❤️ User30 Trent won on AND off the field 😏 Ma7ell Balance restored 😌

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George.Court Mum and dad yk? ↳Y/N.Alexanderarnold yeah, that’s DADDDYYYY ↳George.Court Alright, I take it back. Relax User40 She’s so hot I don’t understand ↳trentarnold66 me neither, mate Winnie.Baby1 just say you’re obsessed with her 😂 User120 They’re so 🥵 Lauren.xx his and hers hits different when it’s a benz Footballerfits TAA with the cleanest assists on AND off the pitch 😏 User18 wtf is that their garage? Judebellingham Big flex, mate User000 Teddy’s parents serving Sancho Hard User29 Trent looks at her like she’s the Champions League fr 🏆

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Judebellingham Nahh, so a good honeymoon, hm? Congrats lad! ↳User000 Jude 😂😂😂 Maddders Trent really said one more assist for the family 🤝 User444 OMFG Helllo?! Winnie.Baby1 Another girl please and thnx <3 User10 My parents 😭 User45 Another baby that is about to win the genetic lottery User67 Trent training for another sleepless season 😂 User111 Can’t believe you're signing another player to Team TAA Perrie.Edwards The most beautiful family is getting even more beautiful!! Lauren.xx BabyAA No. 2 already the luckiest to be joining this fam Dianne.AA3 A new chapter, a growing family, and so much love to give. Congratulations my loves ❤️ England Merseyside’s royal family is expanding!! 👑❤️ Denise.Bellingham2 Can’t wait to meet another little blessing User12 I’m screaming

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And that's it for the 'Ours' SMAU series! I hope you enjoyed :)

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[welltobefrank]

QUIDDITCH

*Gryffindor Common Room, midnight, completely pitch-dark except for a few lit candles that are casting dubious shadows on people's faces. Sirius, Marlene, and James are playing around with the candle, and Frank is the only one standing, by a desk covered in paper.*

Okay, gang, now that you're all here. I know this doesn't make a lot of sense, and I know that some of you might feel like screaming when I say this-- @blackrosedeity, stop, please, don't-- but I think we should try the Surround-Shroud Tactic again. Stop screaming, Sirius! I know what happened last time, and I understand your reaction, but I really think we can make it work this time.

The problem that we had last time is that we weren't following the simplest rule of a Tactic-- you will begin in a position, change, then end in it. @j-potteringaround, Sirius, do not make a sex joke. That means that we are allowed and encouraged to break the shroud if a big fucking Slytherin comes straight at us, but we re-form afterwards.

Okay, I have this record here. See? We're going to be listening to this today. Oh. Um, hi, @swearwolf-lupin. Hello. Do you-- hey, actually, come here. Yeah. See this record? See that record player? Can you get the record playing on that? Thank you. Yeah, as @al1-f0rtescue can tell you, I'm hopeless at technology. Okay, thanks, Remus, you can sit down, now. The song I'm going to be playing for you today is The Sound of Silence by Steve and Garlic. Hmmmm? Oh. Uh, yes. Simon and Garfunky. Garfunkel. Simon and Garfunkel. Everybody, close your eyes and listen.

....

Okay. Everybody open your eyes. There was something pretty amazing about that song, right? Besides the..... everything, yeah, okay. But did you hear the singers? They were singing two different things, but it still sounded good together. That's called harmony. They began on the same note, yes, and they ended on the same note, but they were singing different notes all throughout the piece. But here's the catch-- they went back to singing the same note quite a bit throughout the song, didn't they? They just sang different notes when it sounded good for the song, or for the team.

That's what we're trying to do with the Surround-Shroud Tactic. We don't stay in it. We need to return to it, but spread when it makes sense for the play. That tactic gives us an advantage in being surrounded by teammates to help with the ball action, -- @motherfuckin-marls, stop laughing-- but if we stay in that position we'll never move anywhere, not to mention the fact that our Teddy will never catch the Snitch. In order to properly employ the tactic, we need to return to it and leave it some fifty or so times during a game.

I've drawn out a map of where I'm going to place everybody this time around, here, love, could you pass it around? I noticed that the Beaters were getting a little blinded by the Chaser row, so I moved them to the sides.

This is a level play, like I said, so we're not doing different layers in the air. One player, one shroud, one team. I know it's difficult, I know it seems daunting after what happened last time, but I also know that we can do it and that it will help us so much if we can just master it. Seriously.

Sirius. Sirius, no. Please. Please. Oh, no. Don't say it.

Sorry, Patrick? Oh, right. Yeah, we're in the Common Room at midnight without any lights turned on because technically I'm not supposed to be holding practice yet because of Sirius, but also because one of the Slytherin Beaters @barty-not-barry is having Spontaneous-Apparation and keeps disapparing, and apparently if they can't practice, neither can we. So technically, this never happened, okay? Deal?

As soon as I can find an inconspicuous way to get us out on the pitch, I will, but for now Alice and I cast a muffliato on this room so we can do a little practicing. Everybody please stand in the positions detailed on the paper. Okay, good. Okay.

Sirius, a little to your left? James, a bit further back? Okay, good. Excellent job. Uh, Remus, could you play us some music? Whatever you want to play, there's records in that cabinet, just nothing that will corrupt Teddy. Okay. *takes out two big spheres of crumpled paper*. These are now our Quaffles, and we're going to practice playing double-catch with them. Remember that going outside of the formation anytime it makes sense for the catch is excellent, but that you need to return back. We'll know where you are. It's our shroud. Okay, ready? Remus, ready? Everybody? Alice?

Okay, catch!

[beef-brisket]

Alastor groaned: Please, do not taint my brain with whatever the fuck this is.

Adam glared: And you guys really need to learn to stop taking people!

Alastor grinned: Oh? I have bigger things to worry about than what some snobby, little rich boy has to say! You've never struggled a day in your life- my mother is sick and my so-called king had done NOTHING!

Adam: Okay... fair. But- this isn't the fucking way to go about it, man! Just- get a fucking job!

Alastor: A job?! A JOB?! in this economy?! Typical- that's so typical you'd say that! You had everything handed to you, we have nothing!

Adam groaned: Man, I'm trying to fucking fix that! Once I marry Lu, I'll use kingoms' wealth to help Pride! Shit, man! Just- stop and think for a minute!

Alastor: ...You'll help Pride... and my mother?

Adam: Yeah. That's the plan.

Alastor: ...You better not be lying, Adam. I trusted you once. I won't let another betrayal go so lightly.

Adam rolled his eyes: Yeah, sure. Just... fuck. Get out of here, alright?

Alastor stood still before going over and picking Vox up, making Jim lean on his shoulders.

Adam: Alastor! One last thing!

The man groaned before slowly turning around to face Adam: What-?!

The taller man screamed and stumbled back, but thankfully, he managed to stay uprignt.

Alastor: Did- did you just fucking HIT me?!

Asam: Dude, you fucked up my fiance and I'm letting you go. I ain't letting you leave here without a fucking injury.

Alastor wanted to fight back, but he really didn't feel like dealing with this idiot any longer, and he was sure the royal guard won't be far.

Once Alastor and Vox left the tower, Adam got to work on freeing Lucifer.

Ripping his shirt, he packed the wound on his side, making the king scream in pain.

Adam: Sorry, sorry, Lu. I need to stop the bleeding, okay? You're doing great.

Lucifer: W-Why... let him... go...?

Adam: ...I've seen how your people live. And, he's right. I've never suffered or struggled. Not like they have. If there's a woman out there relying on her son to help her... I don't want to stop that. I don't want to keep him from her.

Adam carefully untied Lucifer, and picked him up easily, making the king blush.

Lucifer: W-Who knew- you were so strong.

Adam laughed: Really? You couldn't seet muscles through literally every outfit I wear? Come on, babe~.

Prince Adam and Thief Lucifer

Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox ((RadioStatic yay! Lol))

Lucifer is a King of a dying Kingdom that is going to Hell (hahaha) and in order to survive and help his people him and the others steal as much as they can from neighboring kingdoms.

Adam is the heir to the throne in the Kingdom of Eden, his younger sister Emily won't be ready for it for a few more years yet.

Alastor gets the idea to kidnap one of them when he sees both Adam and Emily just out walking.

Fearing for his sister's safety, Adam volunteers to go with them willingly if they leave her.

So for safe keeping until they get the ransom money (you know the tower from tangled?) they take him to a tower that only they know about.

I love Prince Adam! Also, Lucifer, the hell are you doing hanging out with ruffians?

-

Vox searching Adam: He's got nothing! You're a Prince, where's your... jewels and gold?

Adam: Jewels? Gold? In this heat? I'd rather be chained up in your bdsm tower than wear gold on a day like today.

Alastor groans: Vox, teach him a lesson. His highness should know better than to speak out of line.

Vox: Teach him a lesson...?

Lucifer: Yeah, man. Punish him!

Adam: Yeah, punish me~.

[realbeefman]

stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!

wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end

[blujayonthewing]

me, constantly: one of the most frustrating things about playing for this DM is that he clearly just wants to have things happen to the characters without anyone ever questioning why

me to this DM, explaining felix: his entire thing as a character is that whenever anything happens he wants to find out as much information as possible about what's going on and why

me about his backstory: so my concept is that Something happened to him and he doesn't have any information about it so he's desperate to find out what exactly happened and why

DM: okay here's what I was thinking we'd do for your backstory: you went to this place seeking this group and talked to this person there and then, immediately after that, Something Happened. like, very obviously directly connected to that person and their group, which you already know about, and whom you'd obviously already know exactly how to find again if you wanted to get more information on what (else) exactly happened and why

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

JoJo Siwa doesn’t deserve all the hate (and homophobia) she’s getting for her style and music; but she does deserve scrutiny for defending Colleen Ballinger and being both active and complicit in abuse that happened on her TV show. Like the girl has been under the public eye in unhealthy environments all her life; cut her some slack — not too much; she’s still a responsible adult — but if you’re going to dogpile her, then at least dogpile her for the right reasons. Jesus Fucking Christ.

[salsa-ishida]

you're back!! it's been so long!! I missed you <3 <3

ahhhh I missed you too!! Life has been insistent on grinding me to a paste but we perservere

[coridallasmultipass]

Halloween costume hint:

(The stitch marker and the word that describes this colour-pattern of yarn [or fabric] are 2 more hints.)

[todayisafridaynight]

if i think bout ichi going to jiro kasuga's grave and arakawa accompanying him Maybe At Least Once i just might explode

[boyfeminism]

whenever we have animal-related drills at work they do not tell us theyre drills so that we treat them as real the entire time so they can determine where we fuck up under that pressure. we had one about a month ago. now, theres a little beep that happens for all calls over the walkies, and every hour on the hour theres an all call to announce the attendance. they use the all call to start the drill, and call out that a situation is occurring. ive been through two drills since starting here in may, and there hasnt been an Actual situation for like 6 years. the most recent drill fucked me up so fucking badly that every single time theres an announcement Not on the hour for this last month ive immediately been filled with panic over that little beep.

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🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 i want more <3

tod waggner & kinsey oliver: tod b like 🧍 prrrety grill. dating christa or not this man is still blushing and stuttering and fumbling over himself in front of pretty girls im sorry theres nothing that can be done to change him. idk truly theyre both survivors of a tragedy??? both were/are incredibly fucked up for a Long Time after said tragedy..... emotional support friends when tod is just like a golden retriever he can be ur esa dog kins.

kirby reed & kinsey oliver: i had this in the tags originally and then was like?? idiot what are u doing sO : kirby is in the fbi now....... and probably would have been (or would have been in training but we can fudge the details ok) just starting out when everything happens with kins and mal the second time,,,, so What If she were to have helped mike (and his team) find them???? i simply think that these girls as her first case is sexy and would be exactly what she needs to throw herself into her job to rly stop ppl like charlie<3 and the man that took kins and mal.

bethany bixler & kinsey oliver: ok so it was a no on the hell priest with a love for pain and pleasure but.... what about deadites. totally different from creatures from hell........... but also we can go Not That and beth could meet kins while shes on tour w a band or something like that. kins if ur nice to her for one (1) second beth can get u backstage to meet the band for free ok just one (1) kind gesture.

jules louden & kinsey oliver: mal is related to the loudens,,, there is not a doubt in my mind that they attended parties at mals house for holidays/special occasions and to think that kinsey would not also be there is absolute insanity. jules/mal/kins (and stef too if she would like to join ofc<3) were probably an unstoppable trio when they were rly young,,, just annoying the absolute hell out of their relatives and gossiping. complete menaces if u see them walking towards u RUN. u know those holidays at ur aunt n uncles where u beg ur parents to sleep over for the night.... yeah thats them. their campouts in mals treehouse<3 but immediate Not Sweet jules comin Back From The Dead.. the first holiday that she attends and maybe mal brings kins with her.... how different their interactions would be.. but also so the same bc they all went through this horrible trauma and still came out on the other sside blah blah u kno. i think they could be neat.

michael roth & kinsey oliver: YEAH BOI. theres so mcuh that we can do with that but what can i write here that we havent already talked about???? what i cAN do is tell u some of my favorite ideas ok. im a sucker for letter threads so ,,,, if kins wants to keep writin mike letters he will answer them. or like. The FIRST letter she sends to start it off. the mental debate he has ab answering. mike interviewing them at the hospital but lowkey having the Worst Time bc he looks at kins and sees hannah and wants to scream and cry but also hug her. IDK i can keep goin i just we need to write them ok. kins (and mal) visiting mike and the others at the station a few months after theyre found to say thanks or smth idkidk thats probably dumb and a bad thread idea. they just have so much potential and the fact that we havent written them yet is a crime @graecland.