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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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can you do really like possessive joel. like she posts a pic of herself in a skin tight dress or bathing suit and joel literally makes her delete it. joel would be like “why should anyone else but me see that?” or he’s like “are u upsetting me on purpose, baby?” ykwim like manipulating possessive joel

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SUMMARY: You snapchat Joel some steamy videos and his responses are sexy. Then you show up at his house and before you go inside, you post a pic on insta that he thinks should be just for him.

NSFW 18+ big girthy legal age gap, possessive!Joel, sexting, stepcest, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, angst/guilt

A/N: Instagram but can be read alone. NEXT: Uber

After you caught Joel jerking off to your instagram and made him finish in front of you, you texted him, “no one uses instagram anymore. you should get snapchat” and gave him your username.

Now, a few times a week, you’ll snap him something sexy. It's nothing explicit, just enough skin to drive him crazy. More skin than instagram. His reaction is always hot. Sometimes just a chat like “wish I could put my head between those legs” or “why do you have to be so goddamn hot?” Sometimes a selfie with that dark, horny look in his eye. Or a POV shot of a bulge in his pants. One time he sends a video where he’s just shaking his head slowly and says “you dunno what you’re doin’ to me baby,” then takes a deep breath and says “god damn,” and his arm starts moving slowly with his hand off screen in his lap.

He doesn't realize you can see his screenshot activity until you tell him and he responds with a 😳. That sets off an ongoing casual text dialogue, and it would feel like you’re “talking,” if it weren’t for him being married to your mother.

You frequently think about his cock, and his hand wrapped around it, and the hunger in his eyes as he looked at you. Even more than that, you think about the way he helped you finish without even touching you. Especially the way he rubbed his own inner thigh. Almost every time you come, you end up thinking about his big veiny hand slowly stroking his pants right next to his package, eating you with his eyes while he watches you touch yourself.

Thinking about it isn’t enough. You need him to touch you, and you want to find out whether he needs to touch you just as bad. You stop sending him sexy pictures on snapchat. He’s a little needy but you don’t relent. You stop by their house when you know he’ll be alone, and when you get there, you post a swimsuit picture to instagram. When you go inside, he’s in the office and has your instagram pulled up. You lean against the door frame wearing the same swimsuit under a long cover up.

He turns around and says, “What is this about, sweetie?”

“Thought you liked seeing me.”

“Does everyone have to?” he asks. He’s trying to be nice but he’s annoyed.

“Why do you care? If you can’t touch me, no one can even see me?

He sighs. “So you’re punishing me for not cheating on your mom?”

You walk into the office and lean against the wall to his side. “It’s a picture. What’s the big deal?”

He gets up from the chair and your eyes fall on the bulge in his pants as he walks toward you and doesn’t stop until he’s right up against you, poking you with his hard package, sending a bolt of desire right through you. He brings his lips to your ear. “This what you want? You’ve made your point. Now delete it.” He goes back to the desk and sits down.

“Delete it or what?”

“Or this is over. No texting, no snapchat. If you’re not mature enough not to punish me. . .”

Your face burns. How dare he. . .

“You can delete it yourself,” you say. “If you rub one out right now.” You take off the swimsuit cover up, slip off your sandals, and sit on his desk right in front of him.

He looks back and forth between your breasts then down your body. “You’re tryin’ to kill me.”

He leans back in the chair and his hand rests right against his inner thigh, giving you a Pavlovian burst of arousal. Your clit twitches.

He frees his stiff member from his pants and holds out his hand for you to spit in. Filthy. You grab his hand and lick it instead of spitting on it, then take his fingers into your mouth two at a time and suck before finally spitting in his palm.

“We both know you have lotion down here,” you say.

“He glares at you as he pumps himself slowly. You lean back on his desk, and he inhales deeply. He rolls the chair back, either to get a better view or because he doesn’t trust himself.

You clench your thighs.

He asks, “you’re not gonna . . . ?”

“Do you want me to?”

“You know damn well I do.” He keeps choking his hard cock, devouring the view.

You slowly ghost your clit over your bathing suit.

He breathes heavily, moans, and his eyes seem a little heavier with each stroke. “Show me,” he says.”

You pull your swimsuit to the side, partly exposing yourself, and glide your fingers up and down your wet seam, poking under your swimsuit. He groans and looks like he could cry. You spread your legs and expose yourself entirely.

“Fuuuck,” he exhales and looks to the ceiling for a beat before returning his gaze between your legs where you’re stroking yourself with two fingers. He scans your entire body then says, “put one in.”

“No,” you reply.

“You get off on bein’ a brat?”

“Want a finger in me that bad, do it yourself.” You slide down so you’re leaning against the desk, still partly on it, stroking your wet folds and clit, getting so wound up you can hardly stand not having his hands on you.

He stares at you for a long ten seconds, chest rising and falling, his strokes becoming faster. Meanwhile your own climax is looming closer and larger every minute.

“Fuck,” he says with resignation in his eyes. He stands up, steps forward and his free hand engulfs your dripping seam while he inhales your hair and stands right up against you. He rubs your slick, throbbing cunt with three flattened fingers as he pumps himself with his other hand. You tilt your head up to watch his brows furrow even more. He plunges a finger into you, and right away he shudders as his cum spills into his other hand. He curls his finger inside you and his thumb works your clit and it doesn’t take long until you’re clenching around his one, thick finger, saying “Ah, fuck. . . Joel, yeah. . .”

“Don’t say my name like that," he pants and reaches for a tissue.

Your temples feel weak.

“. . .I won’t ever stop hearin’ it.”

You put your cover-up back on.

He sits down in the chair, looks at the ceiling and says, “Damn it.”

“What?”

He bows his head and slowly shakes it. He won't look at you. He doesn’t have to say it. You try not to think about it.

True to your word, you pull up the instagram photo and hand him your phone. He checks the likes on the picture and goes to every guy’s profile. His eyes darken.

“Guess you’re right,” he admits. “Don’t want anyone else to have ya. . . ” He deletes the picture and looks at you regretfully, making eye contact for the first time since he finished. “I know it’s not fair.” He hands the phone back. “I dunno what to tell ya, sweetie. . . I’m sorry.”

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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Hey! Hope everything’s going good! Was thinking if bandmember did anything like the vanity fair Billie eilish videos when they watch back all those interviews. Would love to see how far our girl has come

YN YLN: Same Interview, The Sixth Year | Vanity Fair

A/N: Christmas break is coming up so been busy but I also have some stuff coming out soon for your lovies! 💚

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“Year six, baby,” YN smirks at the camera. “Alright—” She pulls on the tops of her pink sheer opera gloves that match her pink corset before clapping her hands together. “—Let’s do this. ‘Ello, m’name is YN YLN. Today’s date is October 18, 2022.”

How old are you?

“I’m 23 years old.”

“I’m 24.”

“25.”

“26.”

“27.”

“M’28 years old,” YN kisses her teeth. “M’pushing 30, mate.”

How many followers do you have on Instagram?

“I have 573K followers on Instagram.”

“8.7M.”

“60.9M.”

“94.8M.”

“106M.”

“I currently have 287 million followers on Instagram. Dunno why I have so many; I make a lot of shit posts.”

What is your most liked picture on Instagram?

2017:

“My most liked picture is one of me and the boys huddled up backstage after our last performance together with 654K likes.”

2019:

“It is a picture of me in my home recording studio with about 5 million likes.”

2022:

“It’s currently one of me photo dumps on tour. The first picture on that one is a selfie with Harry taking a bite out of m’cheek. This one has 60,036,819 likes. Which is way too many likes if m’being honest.”

How are you feeling today?

2022:

“M’feeling really good. I always look forward to these interviews. I try me best not to look at the old videos more than once so that I can best prepare meself for my current answers, yeh know? But I love that I get to do this every year. There’s a lot of like, time lapse compilation videos on meself on YouTube that show off how far I’ve come over the years but these I feel are the least cringy ones,” YN lets out a laugh.

Biggest thing to happen in your career?

2021:

“I won a Grammy for producer of the year?” YN furrows her eyebrows as she juts her chin out. “Wha’ is life? That’s insane. The highlight of me career. Hands down.”

2022:

“It’s still the highlight of me career. And I got nominated for it again for Grammys 2023. To even be nominated and be the only woman in this category a second year in a row is just super fookin’ wild. Um...I got seven other Grammy nominations for next year. I’m also on tour again—a world tour—and it’s definitely me favorite thing to do aside from making the actual music. Harry’s new album that we’ve been workin’ on for over the past two-ish years finally came out earlier this year. I’m dropping me third album before the year is up. So many good things have happened this year that it’s honestly too long to list.”

How often do you get recognized in public?

2017:

“Pretty often,” She nods her head, a chuckle pushing past her lips. “It’s pretty hard to just go out and grab a bite to eat without getting surrounded.”

2020:

“Public? Who is she? I dunno her,” YN teases. “It’s pretty rare that I’ll go out nowadays and the masks only help so much with trying to be lowkey on the street on stuff like tha’.”

2022:

“I have to admit, v’gotten a lot better at being discreet when going out in public,” She nods her head with a knowing smile. “I think I was just so used to not being ‘allowed’ to go outside or if I did I wouldn’t enjoy meself because I knew I was gonna get recognized by paps. It was really hard for baby YN there because of how everything started. Everything I did was in the public eye and no matta’ what I did, me fans always knew where I was at all times it seemed,” YN hums.

“I love me fans and I love the times when we happen to see each other on the street, we can have like a genuine conversation instead of shoving yeh phone in me face and putting yeh hands on me without me permission. I’ve had the most amazing conversations with fans like tha’ those moments are super special to me.

But in all honesty, they need to get hired by the FBI or somethin’. Knowin’ where m’gonna be before I even do,” She huffs out a chuckle.

What’s most important to you right now?

2020:

“The relationships within me life. I think this year has really made me recognize that. Whether those relationships are with me mum, me boyfriend, me tour team, me dancers, the fans—they’re all super important to me. Makin’ sure that we’re all safe and healthy—mentally and physically—now more than ever.”

2022:

“All of which are still very important to me. I think v’also learned to stay in touch with me emotions. I think in an industry like this, it can be very easy to just put on a mask or passively go through events to maintain an image. If I’m doing something—wether it be somethin’ major or not, I want to allow m’self to be in the moment.

I did a show recently in Austin and...” The crease between her eyebrows disappear and smile etches itself on her lips at the memory, “I was singing POV and I just stopped singing and the crowd took over. I quite literally just stood there, took out me earpieces and just listened to a stadium full of people sing my song back to me. It made me feel so...it made me feel really good, really happy.”

Do you feel pressure?

2017:

“I do yeah,” YN nods with a sincere furrow of her eyebrows. “But I have been feeling pressure for the majority of my career so I’m mostly used to it by now; It doesn't bother me as much anymore.”

2022:

“Of my fookin’ word,” She throws her head back. “I can’t even—like even the way I spoke, man. Can yeh hear that? Like, I was still in the mindset of having to change the way I talk, tweak me accent and act all prim and proper,” YN points a finger into her mouth as she sticks out her tongue.

“And what a lie. Like of course that pressure bothered me still! I was fresh into the hiatus, just dropped me first solo album, about to do a world tour by meself for the first time. I was dealin’ with so much that I remember the pressure of everything was just...it felt that I was gonna be squished into a pancake. Being in the band and being as big as we were, there was an immense amount of pressure for everything to keep going well; everything seemed like it had to get bigger and bigger and if I didn’t live up to that standard as a solo artist, it was the end of the world to me.”

“I do still feel some pressure but definitely not to that extent anymore. It’s more of like, a good pressure, I’d say. It keeps me from resting on me laurels and it makes me continue to work hard to improve meself. Like, just because I won an award for produce of the year doesn’t mean that m’gonna let it get to me head and just not work to better meself in that craft.

But I have to admit that a lot of that pressure has been lifted off of me from me fans. They’ve just continued to give me their unconditional love and support—whether it be for a year, 2 years, 12 years—m’just super grateful that they just allow me to be me, flaws and all.”

What did you eat today?

2020:

“I ate some grilled chicken—that I made all by myself—with a side of some beans,” YN giggles as she knows by now that the fans have been having a laugh about her boyfriend’s baked beans comment over interviews in quarantine.

2021:

“I had a chicken caesar salad bowl that I probably put way too much dressing on to be considered healthy anymore,” She chuckles, playing with the chunky chain sitting on her collarbones.

2022:

“I actually had an amazing chicken wrap this morning. Just the right amount of protein and yumminess,” She pats her tummy with a content smile. “Yeh girl likes chicken, what can I say?”

Are you aware of people when you're playing?

2019:

“I think so yeah. It’s crazy because for me, it’s scarier to play in front of 6 people than 60 thousand people. But on the other hand, the noisiness of big crowds is super calming to me. I can’t really explain how. Like right before m’gonna go on stage, I like to take out me ear-pieces and just listen to them scream...which now makes me sound like a serial killer of summ’wat,” YN’s shoulders bunch up to her ears as she giggles.

2022:

“I would say that m’more aware of the audience members now more than I ever have before. This current tour that m’on is probably the funnest tour so far and it’s really because of the fans. When m’on stage and when I’m performing, I make sure to look at the people in the audience, yeh know? Like, I can still remember when the band did our first stadium tour, I honestly couldn’t see anything; they were all just blurbed together.

But with this tour, I make sure to take the time during the show to talk with fans. And I make an effort to sing to them and look at them dancing in the pit, the outfits they recreate, the way some of them are just closing their eyes and just being in the moment. As a musician, to see people come to me show and to see how they create this environment where everyone can have fun and let loose and just have a good time is just super amazin’. It’s a really indescribable feeling.”

Are you more confident this year compared to last year?

2018:

“From last year to now? 100%,” She answers with ease, leaning back into her seat. “I think this is the most confident I’ve ever felt, I think. M’not too worried about what people are sayin’ about me because let’s face it, they are always saying something. So if yeh like me, cool. If yeh don’t, cool.”

2022:

“She’s not wrong. 2018 YN’s ego was pretty up there. Granted, me ego is still growing and sensitive so—” YN shamelessly shrugs and puts her hands up in defense. “—Take tha’ as you will. But I definitely feel more confident and secure in who I am as a person and as an artist. When the boys and I went our separate ways musically, I had a hard time sort of, figuring out what I like and the kind of music I wanted to make for meself. Even the way I thought about fashion, I knew people saw me in skirts and things like that but I remember entertaining the idea of if I wanted to continue that as a security blanket of sorts.

When I was in the band, I took things with a grain of salt and m’very happy that I’ve kept that with me.”

Biggest rumor about you?

2017:

“That I’ve slept with each of the 1D boys,” YN lets out a nervous laugh. “Which is gross because they’re all like my brothers.”

2018:

“Where do I even begin?” YN blows out a raspberry. “I’ve been gettin’ this one for literally years now but that m’dating my old bandmate, Harry—which is getting really old at this point,” She scrunches up her nose with a roll of her eyes.

2022:

YN bursts out laughing as she watches her old self answer, knowing full well that during that time period she was in the midst of her on-and-off relationship with Harry.

She tilts her head to the side with a quick raise of her eyebrows, “I mean, she’s not wrong. V’been getting that question/comment asked since we were on the XFactor. And believe it or not, I still get asked that question. I just answer it differently now,” She cheekily brings her shoulder to her chin.

What do you hate being asked?

2018:

“That. The ‘who are you dating?’ question. For a long time, I just had to suck it up and just answer the question but I don’t have to answer if I don’t want to, y’know? Also, I’m my own person,” She begins to list things off of her fingers, “I’m not someone’s arm candy, m’not so-and-so’s new girl. I’m YN YLN and if all you ask me is if I’m dating anyone rather than me music, you don’t deserve my time.”

2022:

YN drops her jaw and the corners of her lips tug up in a smile.

“A feisty little thing she is,” She chuckles. “But no truer words have ever escaped me mouth. She’s right, and I still stand by that. 100%. My career is not based around a guy or who m’dating. That’s not to say I hate talking about Harry—I love to talk about him but don’t make it the whole point of the interview, yeh know?”

Craziest fan moment?

2021:

“Me first show back on tour after being held back in 2020 was really heartwarming. It a stadium show—not intimidating at all for me first show back—” YN sarcastically comments. “—so there were three levels of seating: the pit, the middle section, and then the top. While I was singing, the audience did a fan project where on the top section held up lights to read welcome back, and then the middle said we missed you, and the pit held up pieces of paper saying we love you. M’not even gonna lie, I was bawlin’ me eyes out. Like, just thinking of the amount of work that went into that...” She shakes her head in disbelief.

2022:

“I did a show last week in LA and at the barricade, I saw this lineup of these 5 girls wearing my current and past tour outfits. I have seen some really good recreation of me fits before and it was honestly like a copy and paste, I was so shocked. After talking with them for a bit—now I don’t ever do this—but I invited them to come up on stage with me,” YN laughs.

“I suggested we ditch the choreography for Kiss Me More but they insisted they knew it and sure enough,” YN throws her hands with another laugh. “I almost hired them on the spot!”

Do you have a boyfriend?

2017:

“Um, no. I do not have a boyfriend. I’m just really focused on my music at the moment. That’s my boyfriend,” She lets out a chuckle.

2020:

YN playfully rolls her eyes and throws her hands up, “Well I’d be the biggest liar in the world if I said no.”

She huffs out a giggle as she refers to the entire world finding out about her secret relationship with Harry on New Years Eve of that year.

2021:

“I do have a boyfriend,” She smirks at the camera with a shrug of her shoulder, leaving it at that.

2022:

YN takes a second longer to answer this question and stares at the laptop screen with a fond smile. She technically doesn’t have a boyfriend anymore, but will she let them know that? Nope.

“Well, you’d all be happy to know that Harry and I are still very much together. Still got that boy locked down, ladies,” She playfully winks at the camera with a click of her tongue.

What makes you happy in a relationship?

2022:

“I like quality time. From staying inside 24/7 in 2020 to easing back into my busy schedule made H and I realize that it was important to set some time aside for ourselves, just the two of us. Like, we don’t even have to be talking just as long as we’re together during the business of it all. And...” A smirk grows on her lips, “One of me love languages is physical touch. It definitely wasn't on the list before so you can probably guess who made me this way but yeah. And music, of course, that’s me main form of love language. Whether we’re listening to good music, making it, singing it—anything to do with it m‘in love.”

Describe your style in 3 words.

2017:

“Figuring it out.”

2018:

“No more skirts,” The 24-year-old rolls her eyes.

2019:

“Whatever is comfy,” She laughs as she wraps her light green cardigan tighter over herself.

2020:

“Trying new things.”

2021:

“Trousers and blazers.”

2022:

She tilts her head as she bites her lip, looking up as she thinks about how to compactly frame her style now. As she says the next three words, she holds up her hand to count it off on her fingers, “Pretty in pink. And 2018 YN was a lie. I still fancy a skirt every now and then.”

Biggest thing you’re struggling with?

2019:

“I think, just being honest with meself in terms of how I feel. I think I struggle a lot with allowing meself to feel the way I feel about certain things,” Or about a certain someone. “And that it's okay to feel those things. I know, super detailed,” She chuckles.

2022:

“Yeah, 2019 YN was certainly going through some personal issues. S’crazy to look back at these videos and remember wha’ I was feelin’ during that time. S’pretty crazy. I can say that v’grown immensely from that time of my life which is very comforting to know. It’s still hard for me, don’t get me wrong, but allowing myself to feel things like love or sadness or happiness is something that I’m subconsciously reminding myself to do.

I think the biggest thing that m’stuggling now with is to have check ins with meself. It’s safe to say that m’back to my busy, hectic, never-ending schedule so I want to take a breather every now and then. It can be a whole day, a whole 20 minutes, just a pause to check in with my mind, me body, me spirt to make sure m’okay and then be off to a career that I love very dearly.”

What advice would you give your future self?

2017:

“Have some fun and enjoy this new chapter that you’re venturing onto,” She nods with a smile.

2019:

“I would say to allow yourself to feel uncomfortable. Step out of your comfort zone and take that leap of faith.”

2022:

“What a genetic piece of advice for that first year, eh?” YN chuckles with a smirk, “Enjoy this new chapter you're venturing onto like yeh can hear how professional I wanted to sound,” She playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh. “I would say that 2019 YN’s advice is a good one though. It’s a good reminder to not play things safe all the time. As a narcissist, I want everything to be perfect, especially me music, so to be in the studio and not fall back to me old habits of what I think sounds good, try something different, yeh know? I like that a lot, actually.”

This is my mum...

2017:

“Everyone, say hello to Penny,” YN proudly presents as her stepmum comes up to her side, placing a hand on the back of her chair as she waves at the camera.

“‘Ello, lovelies,” Penny beams.

2018:

“Penny!” YN smiles brightly. When she wiggles her fingers towards her stepmum the sound of her rings clinking together can be heard.

When Penny walks up to her stepdaughter’s side, she puts her hands on top of YN’s red leather jacket to give her shoulders a squeeze.

“Hi baby,” Her stepmum gives a warm smile and gently presses her chin to YN’s temple.

2019:

Penny tucks her long, black hair behind her ears before wrapping her arms around her stepdaughter’s shoulders.

“I love you, my baby,” She says into her hair before planting a kiss on her head.

“I love youuu so much,” YN sings as she holds onto her stepmum’s forearms over her chest.

2020:

“Y’already know what time it is,” YN dances in her seat, her arms already extended out by her side. She lets out a laugh as she watches Penny shimmy her way to her stepdaughter’s side. The tight high waisted jeans show off her curvy, fit figure and a mask covers the lower half of her face.

“It’s Penny time,” Her stepmum throws finger guns at the camera.

2021:

“Come over ‘ere, mum,” YN nods her head over to Penny. Once she’s close enough, she takes a hold of her stepmum’s hand and pulls her over for her to sit on her lap, wrapping her arms over her torso, “Love you.”

“I love you more, baby,” Penny smiles as she leans her head back to rest beside YN’s.

2022:

“This is me mumma,” YN smiles warmly before cooing out a chuckle. “Wha’ happened?” She questions when she sees Penny walk over to her side with glossy eyes.

“Sorry, m’sorry,” She chuckles, dabbing her under eyes with the sides of her index fingers. “S’just really fookin’ cool to see how far you’ve come. Like look at her—” Penny points to the laptop screen that has 2017 YN on display. “—me lil’ baby.”

“Mum!” YN laughs when Penny wraps her arms around her daughter’s head and pulls it to her chest.

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1091: Enter Boshi (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

2:17 p.m. at the Smash Direct Mall...........

Yoshi: (Walking out of the Phone Store Along with Daisy While Holding a Mini Shopping Bag in his Hand) Thanks for helping me buy a new phone, mom. I know it's the last thing you wanna to do on our outing together.

Daisy: (Gives Yoshi a Bright Smile) Nah, it's no biggie! (Wraps her Her Arm Around Yoshi's Shoulders) You know I always got you and your pops back if either of you needed anything.

Yoshi: Yeah, but you and rest of the moms, for that matter, seem to do almost everything for us over years. (Raises his Hands Up a Bit) N-Not that we don't appericate it or anything, we really do, it's just......I dunno. Does the whole ordeal ever feel.....exhausted to any of you? Like at all?

Daisy: Oh yeah, big time. But we all knew what were getting ourselves into the moment each of us stepped up to parenthood. And even then, that still won't stop us from being there and loving you kiddos to-

?????: Well, well, well.

The mom and son duo stopped walking as they turn around and see a blue Yoshi wearing sunglasses, a black leather coat, and torn up shoes stepping out from the corner of the Phone Store's entrance.

?????: Look at Mr. Karate Boy ovah here.

Yoshi: (Groans at the Soght of the Blue Yoshi) Oh God it's you......

Daisy: (Turns to Yoshi) You know him?

Yoshi: Unfortunately. His name's Boshi and he's-

Boshi: (Puts on a Cocky Smirk on his Face) The fastest, coolest devil in blue that this world has to offa'! (Winks at the Duo)

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow) So a bootleg Sonic?

Daisy: (Starts Snickering a Bit)

Boshi: (Immediately Glares at Yoshi) 'Ey! Screw you, I am WAY more faster and cool than that blue porcupine wishes he can be!

Yoshi: (Crosses his Arms) Really? Then why not challenge him to a race then?

Boshi: I'll challenge him when I feel like it! And we ain't talkin' about him right now.

Yoshi: ('Sigh') Alright, then what DO you want to talk about then?

Boshi: (Starts Smirking Again) 'Bout how you and that edgelord angel dofus got both of your asses handed to you in the streets couple of days ago.

Yoshi: I mean, it really wasn't that much of fight. We were mostly jumped if anything.....

Daisy: Also.....(Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) How did you even know about all of that anyways?

Boshi: I got info from the internet. (Takes his Phone Out of his Jacket Pocket and Uses it Search Up Something) Some guy with the weird, fire looking hair and crap eating grin posted a picture of you losers licking your own wounds. See? (Shows the Duo a Picture of Hades Taking a Selfie of Himself Smiling While One Arm Hugging an Annoyed, Bruised Yoshi and Pitto)

Yoshi/Daisy: (Groans at the Picture in Question) Hades........

Daisy: (Turns to Yoshi Next to Her) Remind me to kick his butt to the crub later......

Boshi: (Puts his Phone Back into his Coat Pocket) Yeeeup. It's been doing numbers as of late. (Shrugs With a Smug Look on his Face) Not that I'm surprised mind ya. Poor Green Yoshi! (Crosses his Arms) Couldn't even last a minute in a half in a group fight.

Yoshi: (Already Getting Irriated) Again, we were jumped out of nowhere. We really couldn't do much other than defending ourselves.

Boshi: Sounds like a you have no skills problem. (Uses his Thumb to Point at Himself While Puttong on an Overly Cocky Smile) I'd moped the floor with all of those those chumps ten seconds flat if I were in you losers' shoes

Daisy: (Gives Boshi a Deadpinned Look on her Face) You really wanna be Sonic 2.0 that badly, huh kid?

Boshi: (Angrily Points at Daisy) Says you, Mrs. Princess of Sarasaland! If that's what ya really are!!

Yoshi: Dude, what are you going on about? My mom has just as much royalty as Momma Peach and Rosalina.

Boshi: Oh really? Then how come her so called "kingdom" hardly been talked about in these parks, huh?

Daisy: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Because no one really asked about it all that much? At least not compared to my peers.

Boshi: Which proves my point exactly! You ain't no princess!! You're just a wannabe poser no one takes seriously!

Yoshi: (Glares at Boshi) Alright, I had it up to here with your-

Daisy: Yeeeuuup, guess you're right.

Yoshi: (Turns Back to Daisy) Wha- M-Mom!

Daisy: I means, there's nooooo possible way I could call myself a princess when I have.four kingdoms to rule over.

Boshi: EXACTLY- Wait what?

Yoshi: Huh?

Daisy: Oh you didn't know? Yeah, back in my country, we have four kingdoms: Birabuto, Muda, Easton, and Chai. All of which are run by four of the most powerful, fearsome protectors youu would have the displeasure of meeting and they all take orders from me. (Crosses her Arms With a Smirk on her Face) Their empress.

Boshi: (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief) Empress!? (Shakingly Points at Daisy) Y-Y-You?

Daisy: Yep. I'm Empress Daisy, at your service~ (Playfully Winks at the Flabbergasted Blue Yoshi)

Yoshi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Woah.

Boshi: Y-Yeah? Well....If that's the case, then why does the big bad King of Koopas himself never bothered to kidnap you before, huh!?

Daisy: Oh, you're talking about Bowser? The same Big Bad King Koopa sent flying to the skies? And never dared to try and cross me since?

Boshi: (Glares at Daisy Again) Okay, now I know your messin' with me! Ain't no way in hell you would go that far as to send Bowser flyin-

Daisy shows Boshi a video of her bitch slapping Bowser towards the distant skies at relative ease on her phone. Instantly causing the blue, edgy yoshi to be flabbergasted once again.

Boshi: ...............HOW!?

Daisy: (Shrugs Casually) What can I say? He's lightweight compared to me. (Gives Boshi a Stern, Warning Glare While Cracking her Knuckles Slowly) And unless you too wanna know what it feels like to sent off into orbit, I advise you to watch what you say about my friends and family. Including my son-

Boshi: (Quickly Runs Off at the Speed of Light in Complete Fear) I'M SORRRRRYYYYYYYYY!

Daisy: ......Huh. Well, whaddya know? (Turns to Yoshi Cheeky Smile on her Face) I guess he really us a bootleg Sonic after all~

Yoshi: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Mom......Were everything you said just now is true?......

Daisy: (Happily Nodded) Yep!.....Well, the Sarasaland having four separate kingdoms part is true, your granddad's still emperor. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) We should really stop by and visiting him one of these days though.....

Yoshi: So does that means you're gonna be an actual empress soneday?

Daisy: ('Sigh') I dunno, maybe? It's gonna be long while till my old man give his title up for anyone. But really, I'd rather not think too deeply on the possibility just yet. (Smiles Softly) Right now, I wanna spend my time here with the people I love.....(Playfully Gives Yoshi a Noogie) And best dino son I could ever ask for, yes you are!~

Yoshi: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Okay, okay, I'm the best~ Now, quit it, will ya? Our day isn't even over yet!

Daisy: (Finally Cease her Antics) Oh alright. I'll stop for not. Let's head to the Fashion Passion Shop next. Lili needs a new pair of shades.

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion as He Starts Walking With to his Mother to Their Next Destination) Lili?

Daisy: Ohhh right! I didn't tell you about her yet....Okay, so, remember that time when your dad and I went off to some old spooky mansion a month or two ago?

Yoshi: Was Death living there or something?

Daisy: ('Scoffs') I wish. But no. Instead, it was owned by a nun.

@cyber-wildcat

@caleb13frede

@albion-93

@bestpony666

#super smash ultimate #super mario bros #daisy #yoshi #boshi #sarasaland (mentioned)#mother and son bond #humor #mother's month

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nightcall99 · 2 months

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Notes from 24.2.24

I'm not here right now so here's some severely disjointed rambling.

Restless night of high energy. Don't remember any dreams but there was something vague about a pool of water. A swimming pool or a public bath. The HS appeared. Questions and answers were drifting into my awareness, rolled into one.

I drank a lot of water today. More than I usually do. I did a short meditation and saw myself inside of a tsunami wave, just standing in the water like a phantom, but smiling. I let the water molecules pass through me, until I was the water.

I scrolled up a bit in the chat and saw something about how CA was teaching her daughter about Dr. Emoto's water experiments.

Spoke to her briefly. On the same page. It’s over. I remember that dream I had of the Sailor Moon tattoos. We both have the same tattoo, metaphorically.

Yesterday while waiting for my lunch at the cafe, I saw the pavement move like lava. As if I was on shrooms.

My co-worker messaged me about an issue that wasn't necessarily my fault, but kind of was. I was dreading having to deal with it on Monday since it had the potential to blow up, but I kept repeating to myself that I wouldn't have to do anything. Today he messaged me to say, It's All Sorted.

The book I'm reading is getting boring, I skip chapters. I keep looking over at the dog to check if it's still there or not.

So we just had a university placement student for 4 weeks. He was NPC as fuck, I tried making him laugh several times but nothing. Devoid of personality. But oh my god, it's like he'd been working there for years and years. I purposely create things to be easy for me so of course it's all me but it got me thinking more about my experiences of males. It's been a while since I've felt safe and protected at work (or in life) like that. I didn't have to be so tensed up and on high alert. Like my manager is pushing 40 and I'm the one who's always protecting him and dealing with the shit situations. This 24 year old kid was literally running the place with no pay. With No Ego. I was shoving prescription baskets in his face and he always knew what to do. Didn't hear one complaint, no shrinking violets here. The divine masculine must have gotten really fucked up in this realm for me to be shocked by something so simple as a male showing a few alpha traits. On his last day, I told him that he was the best student we’ve ever had. I'm really looking forward to finally resting, that's all I can say.

Other stuff I did today was put butterfly clips in my hair and take some selfies. I looked gross. My mum cut me up some mango. I ate potato wedges with sour cream. Right now I'm watching My Cousin Rachel because Sam Claflin is hot. When we move on, I wonder if we'll miss talking about these stupid little things.

Anyway, back to this water thing. When I was having a shower before, the words 'I am the recall' kept coming to mind. I feel like we're supposed to manifest it or something. Yeah, it's a total DUH. And wait wait wait, I know it's a major URGH NOT THIS SHIT. But hear me out. I've noticed lately how easy it is to manifest things from a single micro-thought. And it’s so fast now. It's not like before, putting all our effort into affirmations and vision boards. It used to take so long too. You know how those randoms in the 25th keep saying that no matter how hard you try to manifest winning the lotto (or whatever else that’s just not in the cards for you) you won't, if you're not supposed to? Before we were trying so hard to manifest the recall but we just weren't supposed to yet due to the resistance we had regarding the nature of our reality. Well, now we've reached the point where we’re supposed to. THAT'S ALL THAT'S LEFT. It's all we're waiting for. The concept that it's a hard task has been nuked already. I dunno. How about it? What are waiting for? I mean for me to bring it up, I'm already doing it right? It's like I��m just writing this for record-keeping purposes. Lol.

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zawazawanightmares · 10 months

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Deadpool & Bakugou Katsuki

You, Deadpool, are connected to Bakugō Katsuki Your partner selected the 18+ server.

Deadpool: Hey there, tsundere!

Bakugō Katsuki: LMAO

Bakugō Katsuki: FUCK OFF

Deadpool: Everyone's a critic.

Bakugō Katsuki: I'll be a lot more than that in a second.

Deadpool: ...A Twitch streamer?

Bakugō Katsuki: I'll crush you!

Deadpool: I dunno, those grenade gauntlets look pretty lightweight at a second glance...

Bakugō Katsuki: Lightweight?! I bet ya couldn't light 'em. And the recoil would snap your arms like twigs, so. Yanno.

Bakugō Katsuki: lift* )

Deadpool: My arms may be twigs but when they're aflame, I'll make smores on your spiky head. Your move, Dolemite.

Bakugō Katsuki: Oh? Should I light you on fire right now, speed up the process?

Deadpool: Sure if you don't mind getting fired over attacking a cancer patient. That's right: I know how Hero Licenses work and I know how to work a Twitter. I'm untouchable.

Bakugō Katsuki: THAT'S.

Bakugō Katsuki: MANIPULATIVE?

Bakugō Katsuki: It ain't got nothin' to do with you being a cancer patient.

Bakugō Katsuki: I don't care if yer' a fuckin' baby, if you call me a dolemite, you want smoke.

Deadpool: It's society? Also, you should be lucky I called you Dolemite. You don't want to know what I had cooking up here beforehand.

Bakugō Katsuki: Fuck right off!

Bakugō Katsuki: Tweet it, don't be a pussy!

Deadpool: Fine! I'll tweet "Sasuke literally lit me on fire for saying hi. #NotAllMight'sJapan #Zoomers #DekuGetYourHusband."

Bakugō Katsuki: What the fuck?!

Bakugō Katsuki: HUSBAND?

Bakugō Katsuki: You think of all the guys I know I'd marry that one?

Bakugō Katsuki: That thing?

Deadpool: And...send. It's already trending. Hey, a few of your friends retweeted it.

Bakugō Katsuki: NO

Bakugō Katsuki: NOOOOOOO

Bakugō Katsuki: YOU ASSHOLE

Deadpool: Pinky retweeted "OTP", Red Riot says, "Wow, how manly!", Uravity says "No NTR!" along with a frowny face.

Bakugō Katsuki: NTR????

Bakugō Katsuki: I'm gonna kill you.

Bakugō Katsuki: I've decided.

Bakugō Katsuki: I've decided that it would be better for both of us if you die.

Deadpool: That's literally on record in three of my divorce proceedings.

Bakugō Katsuki: THAT SAYS A LOT ABOUT YOU?

Bakugō Katsuki: You piece of shit!

Deadpool: Also on record. In five of them.

Bakugō Katsuki: I've gotta counter-tweet.

Bakugō Katsuki: Maybe I'll tell people that you're harassing me and also homophobic? Maybe? Who knows.

Deadpool: Good play. I'll have to counter with my pansexuality and dig up dirt on you from the past to decide your future's fate. I hope you didn't tell anyone to kill themselves because that'll be a three-pointer for me.

Bakugō Katsuki: ...

Bakugō Katsuki: Okay.

Bakugō Katsuki: Igetit.

Bakugō Katsuki: Iwon'tdoanything.

Deadpool: Smart choice. Now smile while I get a selfie with you.

Bakugō Katsuki: You're evil.

Deadpool: Chaotic Neutral but close enough. *holds up a selfie stick* Say Great Explosion God Dynamight!

Bakugō Katsuki: If I smile will you get lost?

Deadpool: Yeah. I'm looking for Endeavor to get him to say, "Abusive DILF Rights" on camera anyway.

Bakugō Katsuki: That's...

Bakugō Katsuki: Okay. Sure.

Bakugō Katsuki: Katsuki reluctantly smiles for the picture and shoves Deadpool right after the shutter. Boom.

Deadpool: Thanks! Hey, some cute chick liked the tweet. "FuyumiT"...I think Endeavor's daughter.

Bakugō Katsuki: Yeah.

Bakugō Katsuki: We talk semi-regularly or whatever.

Deadpool: *she's I was supposed to say there. Anyway, she seems to like the idea of you and Christmas Tree together...or just you setting random dudes on fire.

Bakugō Katsuki: Christmas Tree?

Bakugō Katsuki: Todoroki?

Deadpool: Deku. Green hair, green tree? Sorry, it was a stretch.

Bakugō Katsuki: Ah.

Bakugō Katsuki: Deadpool, are you a shipper?

Bakugō Katsuki: I don't like Deku, man.

Bakugō Katsuki: He's like...a brother.

Deadpool: I tend to stay out of Shonen stuff but...yeah. And don't worry, I was messing with you. I know you can love Deku without doing the shoujo-ai tango with him.

Deadpool: Shonen-ai. I just said "Girls Love". Dang it! I am off today!

Bakugō Katsuki: Yeah but, it's just, pervasive!

Bakugō Katsuki: I've heard people suggest I'm some damsel in distress.

Bakugō Katsuki: Pisses me off.

Deadpool: You know how fandoms get. Having to force heteronormative ideas on everything. Just count yourself lucky that you're not a gay guy/girl who's being shipped with a friend opposite your orientation because fans find platonic relationships boring to explore and still think of sex as "insert item A into slot B".

Bakugō Katsuki: I've never really spent much time thinking about my sexuality. Busy doin' hero stuff.

Bakugō Katsuki: I don't think anyone's lining up to date me anyways.

Deadpool: Eh, it's not something you have to decide right now. Ever really but you shouldn't worry over how you identify when you can be actually, you know, doing stuff. Also, pretty sure the millions of fangirls and fanboys will disagree with you on that last point.

Bakugō Katsuki: Millions? I'unno, the loudest voices tend to be the ones calling me a monster.

Bakugō Katsuki: Well, I guess there are other voices, but.

Bakugō Katsuki: Still.

Bakugō Katsuki: That makes me sound crazy.

Deadpool: Like you said, those are the loudest. Look up "Vocal Minority" and get some sleep back.

Bakugō Katsuki: Damn, that's surprisingly helpful info.

Bakugō Katsuki: Uhm,

Bakugō Katsuki: there's this guy...

Bakugō Katsuki: well, was this guy?

Bakugō Katsuki: I'm realizing now that I've never interacted with him, but I think he goes by Twice.

Bakugō Katsuki: I'm wondering what you think of him. Just curious.

Deadpool: Oh, he's awesome. Shame what happened to him but he's probably my favorite tribute.

Bakugō Katsuki: Tribute, eh? Yeah, I thought of him when looking at you.

Deadpool: He's more Joe Kelly me than Daniel Way me and I think that's cool of him.

Bakugō Katsuki: I don't know those guys, but, I trust that.

Bakugō Katsuki: I didn't take the lil suicide quip personally, but-

Bakugō Katsuki: what do you do when people are just focused on how scary you look? Or are? Whatever.

Deadpool: That's rarely a problem nowadays but it used to be and, well...I just gotta say, perceptions come and go but how you feel about yourself? That's all that's gonna matter.

Bakugō Katsuki: Ah... it sucks that that's exactly what I thought you'd say.

Deadpool: Sorry. They can't all be unpredicatable memeable gems.

Bakugō Katsuki: No, no, it doesn't have to be memeable, which totally isn't a word.

Bakugō Katsuki: I just wish there were some more tangible thing I could do...to be better.

Deadpool: Um, not to ensure I'm going to hell by stealing from the MCU but literally all words are made up. And if you want to do something tangible, just...do that. Do better. Prove to yourself, not them, that they're wrong.

Bakugō Katsuki: I just gotta do it???

Bakugō Katsuki: That's it?

Deadpool: Just do what you're best at, which, all questionable evidence to the side, is heroics.

Bakugō Katsuki: I try my best, man.

Bakugō Katsuki: I think most villains hate me a little more than the other people on the field.

Deadpool: Well, it could be worse. You could be Endeavor.

Bakugō Katsuki: True. Not being that shithead is one of the only things I could proudly say , at this point. He fucked up big time. If I were Todoroki, I wouldn't have a dad iykwim.

Deadpool: If I was Todoroki, I would do ads for heat pads. There's money in those things and Shaq can't hog it all!

Bakugō Katsuki: He does make for a great heated blanket.

Bakugō Katsuki: I've heard.

Bakugō Katsuki: I assume.

Deadpool: Ah, I've come to like you so I won't make assumptions...just know it's really hard not to.

Bakugō Katsuki: Okay, but if you were forced to spend 3 months with someone-

Bakugō Katsuki: you don't come out of it with nothing, I think.

Deadpool: I mean, yeah. You either become friends or the other person dies.

Bakugō Katsuki: Yeah!

Bakugō Katsuki: Exactly!

Bakugō Katsuki: I mean, I don't use that word.

Bakugō Katsuki: 'Friends'

Bakugō Katsuki: but yeah.

Deadpool: That's why it's smart to live together: more people to blame messes on.

Bakugō Katsuki: Blaming messes on others is cowardly! Just clean it. Simple.

Deadpool: Oh yeah. Forgot that I was talking to the angriest neat freak on the planet.

Bakugō Katsuki: It's kinda hard not to become someone obsessed with cleanliness when you've got hyperhidrosis!

Bakugō Katsuki: You don't wanna be the sweaty guy.

Deadpool: I literally had to look that up. You're preaching to the choir on superpowers causing problems, guy.

Bakugō Katsuki: Ah, my bad.

Bakugō Katsuki: Yeah, I sweat a ton. The little grenades on my hips? I can fill those just sitting down. Takes like 15 minutes, tops.

Bakugō Katsuki: And...am I? You deal with a lot of superpowers stuff?

Deadpool: That "cancer" thing? Yeah, not just an excuse to cut in line. Besides turning me into Freddy Kruger's eczema-riddled cousin, it leaves me sore and aching all the time. Not to mention the phantom pains I keep experiencing from my wacky misadventures. Not to mention that it fucks with my brain to the point that I can barely remember my own name, let alone my actual origin story.

Bakugō Katsuki: That...sucks. I guess with that in mind, you can play the cancer card.

Bakugō Katsuki: I have a pacemaker on account of all the impalin'. I...think I died. But it worked out.

Deadpool: Oof. But hey, we're alive so that means we win by default, right?

Bakugō Katsuki: Mmn. Scars are the mark of survival. And also some of them don't look half-bad.

Deadpool: Exactly. And buddy, I'm Bear Grylls-ing it.

Bakugō Katsuki: Bear Grylls. That's the whackiest name you've said thus far.

Deadpool: Yes, he is a man that exists and is sadly remembered by the very active watersports community.

Bakugō Katsuki: Gross.

Deadpool: Indeed. Well, I leave you to your ambiance so that I may stalk and harass Bara Human Torch.

Bakugō Katsuki: Thanks for the not-awful advice. Don't call other strangers tsundere.

Deadpool: No promises. See ya!

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#deadpool #bakugou katsuki #tw: suicide mention

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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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Dear Diary for Joker! Tell us about the cute people you're noticing today.

Dear diary,

Another fine and beautiful day in my dorm where I am surrounded by too many damn cute people! Sometimes I wonder if there's some kinda hotness requirement here and I just kinda slipped in as a pity case. So like I get up, and roomie's already dressed, and she always looks like a little porcelain doll, all delicate and tiny with smooth everything. I wish any of those applied to me? DOES NOT MATTER WE ARE ALL BUILT DIFFERENT! POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS MUST REMEMBER!!! But I do my best w what i got and we go down for breakfast.

And Trey met us at the kitchen and om7. He. Made. Lemon-poppyseed muffins. It's like he read my mind? I wanted to have some so bad recently. And he gave me two (one in a bag for later) and he winked at me!!!! and he's SO HOT I just wanna [illegible scribblings]

I can't even write it down LOL but man

Wow

I am gonna be mrs clover one day I really must make that happen

Anyway once I came back down to the planet surface

HW Riddle was in a good mood today and wished us a good day and did u know when he smiles the sun shines a lil brighter? It's so true! I wanna pinch his cheek but they would never find my body

Anyway doofus squad spirited me off to class and uh i dunno why i never noticed?? Deuce has midsummer sky eyes. He just grabbed the sky and stuck it in his face and that ain't fair. He has the sky and Ace has the whole sunset?! Just in his eyes?? How??? They have no reason to be cute like that all damn day and YET

I don't know why they hang w me I guess someone has to be the six among tens

Anyway shoosh

Class starts and I guess 3rds have the boringest class of the day bc CayCay keeps sending me all these selfies? And every one is more fine than the last and ugh he is a tease bc i know he wants to send them to someone not me but he sends to me anyway so i can do qc or something? So i remind him om7 yes u r hot pls don't make crewel take my phone again as much i would like to have extra time w prof c i don't want it to be bc i was a bad girl

Anyway

It's not fair

Gotta hide this bfore ace finds it and figures out i know his dumb ass is cute or worse tells anyone else what i think

#twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #heartslabyul feelings #everyone is cute #dear diary #story

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eclecticmuses · 7 years

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Elizabeth Henstridge at DragonCon 2017

So I got to meet Liz again at DragonCon this past weekend. My fandom life has gotten pretty charmed at this point, as this was my third time getting to meet her, and she’s been lovely every time. I skipped out on marching in the DragonCon parade for only the second time in nine years to book it to the autograph hall first thing in the morning because Saturday was the only day Ming would be there, and I wanted to beat the lines. Ended up being a good idea. I visited Liz afterward. She remembered me from C2E2 and even AwesomeCon last year and was like “Yeah, I’ve met you before! You do all the great artwork! And your costumes!” She got a really big kick out of the fact that I did Zombie Jemma, and said my makeup and sweater looked great. I was also like “so I’m back with more artwork!” She really liked the art nouveau print I brought (all of my artwork got a lot of compliments from everyone around me--people in line, Liz, Ming, and Mallory, their handlers--it was both kind of embarrassing, awesome, and humbling all at the same time) and said I made her look very slim, lol. She also filmed me to add to her Instagram story, which was awesome, achievement unlocked! She plugged my artwork and my costume and was basically just very, very kind. I also asked her where she got her Strong Female Character shirt from because it’s fabulous and she said it’s from Geeks OUT, which is an organization that seeks to help and promote the LGBTQ+ geek community.

That’s the basic gist of what we talked about on Saturday. More on the group photo op, Saturday panel, and visiting the autograph hall again on Sunday below the cut so you guys don’t have to deal with a wall of text.

So the photo op kinda got its own post here, but I’ll elaborate a little bit more. We had a group of eight of us who wanted in on the photo op, but we were only allowed four people to a photo, so we split into two groups. Mine was the Framework group--me as Zombie Jemma, Teacher!Coulson, evil Fitz, and Madame Hydra. We’d agreed beforehand that we wanted to do something silly as it would make for a more interesting photo, and boy am I glad we did. It’s pretty much my favorite photo op I’ve ever done. Everyone was laughing hysterically, though I had no idea that Brett’s handler had gotten their own photo of the op on their (or his) phone, lmao. When it was over Liz gave me a hug and I told her I would be bringing a friend by to see her on Sunday. She cheered and said she was looking forward to it. Brett shook my hand (lmao??) and that was that.

After the photo op I met up with @unbreakablejemmasimmons and @ifwehadamonkey for line con for the Agents of SHIELD panel. I won’t do a total panel recap except to say that it was hilarious and wonderful and that, as always, Brett could totally carry a panel all by himself if he wanted to. Ming was funny as hell too, and she kept picking on Brett. Actually, they all kept picking on Brett. It was great and he took it all in stride. I’m really glad I got to spend some time with my Tumblr crew, and also Karen, who came to C2E2 with me and who Iain took a photo of me with.

On Sunday, I met up with my friend Briana, who I lent my FZZT sweater and shirt to so she could Simmons it up to meet Liz in style. (Seriously, it is not DragonCon for me unless I am letting friends borrow screen accurate clothing, and I am always happy to do so.) Briana looked absolutely amazing--another friend let her borrow some actual chem lab kit stuff to use as props, and Liz and her handler were absolutely charmed. They took photos. We were all really amused by the fact that Briana bore a really strong resemblance to one of the prints Liz had out for autographs, so Liz filmed her for her Instagram too (the “spot the difference!” Insta story). I was also like “this is the friend I said I’d bring!” and Liz was like “yes, yay, hellooo!” When they took their selfie, Liz insisted on bringing the paper cutout of Iain’s face on a stick, which she had stolen from a fan on Saturday and brought to the panel (and which had gotten passed around a lot).

When it was my turn to talk to her again, I showed her the results of our photo op from the day before, which she thought was absolutely hilarious (I showed it to Mallory and Brett too, and they both did as well--obviously Brett did enough to tweet it, lol, WHAT IS MY LIFE). I had also been asked by a crew member from the show to pass along a hug to her, so I did. I forget how we got on the subject but she complimented my art again and I got flustered and said I probably draw Fitzsimmons too much, and she said that I don’t and that I should keep doing more. It ended by Liz giving us all more hugs and saying it felt like we were old friends by this point (b y e). That ended another lovely table visit.

@unbreakablejemmasimmons went to the Sunday panel and she said Liz complimented all the superb and accurate Simmons cosplays she’d seen, and ngl, her, me, and Briana felt like that was a personal shoutout. :D :D :D

So that wraps up my Agents of SHIELD experience at DragonCon 2017, spread across a couple of posts. I had a blast, everyone was amazing, and I feel uplifted and humbled. I will forever be grateful at how kind and generous this cast is, and how wonderful they are to us the fans. I hope I get the chance to see them again in the future.

Postscript: my sister met Elizabeth solely for the purpose of thanking her for how happy she’s made me (???!!!!). She told me that Liz said I’m a wonderful artist and that no, she and Iain played no part in Clark buying my phone case, he found it all on his own. So still, I’d love to know what he was Googling when he found it, lol. My sister also told me that Mallory said I’m amazingly talented and will go far with my artwork. I’m just going to go hide in a corner now.

Postscript to a postscript: Brett did the David S. Pumpkins pose with my sister and her fiancé (evil Fitz in the photo op group) in a selfie. Mega laughter.

#aos cast #Elizabeth Henstridge #thefitzsimmonsnetwork #Agents of Shield #about me #DragonCon #DragonCon 2017 #cosplay #my cosplay #please excuse my face #my friends are awesome #I dunno about my face in those selfies #but she is precious

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fanimesenseiwrites · 3 years

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Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

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rosewould · 2 years

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brat; cbg

part i | part ii

pairing; beomgyu x reader

words; 2.2k

genre; smut & fluff, non-idol au

warnings; virgin!reader, corruption kink

preface; Hi I'm pulp and I hate a couple of my TXT oneshots (I archived the ones I hated). I think they suck so I'm gonna work on making up for them. Also the very end is unedited, I’ll check it later.

"You're like a pig." You remark and you stab your food with your fork. Beomgyu looks around, confusion evident on his face before his eyes land on you. You try not to laugh at his theatrics.

"Excuse me?" You couldn't help it, you let out a chuckle.

"Come again?"

"You have food on your face."

Beomgyu's nostrils flare as he snatches a napkin from next to your plate.

"WHERE?" He wipes just about everywhere but the spot on the right side of his mouth.

"You're missing it so much. Just forget it."

"No. I don't wanna be a pig." He continues to miss the spot and you're starting to believe he's doing it on purpose...! You gasp and look up at him. He smiles at you, knowing you caught him.

"I dunno, ___. I can't seem to find it..."

You can't believe you nearly fell for this again.

"You've got another thing coming if you think I'm wiping off your face."

"You called me a pig."

"Wow, every time you bring it up I care even less than before. I'm astounded." You stare at him blankly as he narrows his eyes at you.

"Stupefied even-"

"Just wipe the food off already."

"Fine but don't you dare do it." You snatch the napkin back from him. Why couldn't you say no to him?

You wipe the food off, while maybe being a little bit rough but at least it's gone. You wipe the little bit that's on his bottom lip and you freeze. Were his lips always this plump? He looks like a bratz doll.

"Jealous?"

You look up at Beomgyu who's sporting a shit-eating grin.

"Of what??"

Beomgyu smacks his lips together obnoxiously.

"Nah, nothing to be jealous of." You smack your own lips mockingly. Beomgyu snorts.

"When you close your mouth it looks like a paper cut-" You barely let him finish before you're throwing the napkin at him.

"Me when I lie."

"Just one of my lips is the size three of your mouths stacked on top of each other." Beomgyu widens his eyes for dramatic effect. You sigh loudly, purposefully making noise to cover up Beomgyu's jabs.

"No proof no case."

"Ugh, what do you want me to do, whip out my phone and compare selfies? That's so much work." Beomgyu whines as he slouches in his chair.

"Hey, you don't have to do anything. I'm already convinced you're a liar."

Beomgyu glares at you before squinting his eyes quizzically.

"What?"

"Come closer for a sec." He knits his brows together as he leans closer to you. You couldn't stop yourself from mentally remarking on how attractive he looked when he was focused. You lean closer instinctively. He quickly leaves a peck on your lips.

You gasp as he pulls back with a grin. You giggle like an idiot, face piping hot. Your eyes were probably as wide as two moons.

This was the inside joke between you and your... friend Beomgyu. He would ask you to clean something off his face, apply lip balm, things along those lines. Then he'd pretend to lean in and kiss you. You kept falling for it, sort of because he was clever with how he did it. Also because... you didn't mind it. A part of you hoped he would actually kissed you.

And now that he did, you place your fingers over your lips. His peck left a tingling sensation. Your stomach was erupting with butterflies. You couldn't stop yourself from repeatedly blinking like a fool.

Beomgyu laughs, throwing his head back.

"The look on your face!" He hunches over, fist banging on the table. You gasp again.

"Beomgyu! You're... you're such an asshole." Your face was still burning hot. You fan yourself in attempts to cool it down but it was no use. "Y-you actually did it!" You sit there dumbfounded, struggling to react accordingly.

Your heart was going a mile a minute. It felt like it would beat right out of your chest. You clutch your hands over it. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't get yourself under control. All you could think about was his lips on yours. The way his hooded eyes were trained on your lips before he kissed you. They were so soft, and definitely plump. You really wanted to feel them again.

You look over at him, he'd just finished his fit of laughter. He wipes a tear from his eye. Did he think this was some game? He had no clue what he was putting you through. You opened your mouth to quip at him but he was suddenly scooting his chair closer to yours. He leans closer to you, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Shit, you were staring at them again.

It took him placing his hands on either side of your face to break your gaze away. He tsks at you. "Your face is so hot princess." He smirks. "Was that your first kiss?"

You stare blankly at him, not daring to answer. You wouldn't live that down until one of you died.

"You don't have to answer, I can tell." He chuckles, teasing you again. His eyes flicker to your lips then back up at your eyes.

"Do you want me to do it again?" His voice is quieter this time. The sultry nature of his words send a shiver up your spine. This feeling was new and intoxicating. You nod, transfixed on his face.

He closes in again. The kiss is tender and soft. You inhale, feeling your entire body ignite with excitement. You lean into the kiss, awkwardly placing your hands on his shoulders. Your lips are hasty and inexperienced as you desperately drink him in. He chuckles before pulling away. Being this close to him for this long was making you crazy. The way he stared at you only made you descend further.

He places one hand at your jaw, rubbing his thumb gently over your bottom lip. With his other hand he gently caresses your cheek.

"Let me take the lead, okay?"

He looks at you with intent, awaiting your reply. As if in a trance, you nod again, still unable to speak properly. He moves back in, lips expertly gliding against yours. They were pillowy soft and tasted of his honey lip balm. It felt like instinct when you bit down on his lip, drawing it backwards a bit before releasing. The look in his eyes sends heat straight to your core. You clench your legs under his gaze. His aura shifted, suggesting that there would be no more light-hearted teasing.

He pulls you into his lap before resuming. His lips were hungrier now, his movements punctuated with breathy grunts.

"You taste so good, love."

Cold fingers slide under your shirt and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your noses collide and brush past each other. More and more desperate noises escape the two of you. Wrapping his arms around he pulls you closer. He reaches for the latch of your bra. Hands fumbling and lips kissing down your jaw, you didn't know which to focus on. He peppers wet kisses down to your neck. Softly, he licks and kisses, making you squirm.

"Fuck-" He says frustratedly. You inhale sharply as he rips the front of your bra in half. He removes it, along with your shirt.

"Was that okay?"

You shake your head thinking I don't care. Realizing that isn't helpful, you nod, swallowing hard. You felt drunk, lids heavy as you drowned in lust. Looking down at him only made it worse. His shaggy black hair hanging over his forehead, nearly covering up his lust-filled gaze. He bites his lip before grabbing a handful of your breast to squeeze.

Your mouth drops open, wordlessly reacting as he dug his nails into your flesh. He latches his mouth onto the other breast. Lurching forward, your hips buck right into his groin. He groans against your skin before biting your nipple. This elicits a whimper from you at the new sensation. You subconsciously grind against him again. The friction is faint, but enough to satisfy for now.

He looks up at you with your breast in his mouth. He seemed like an entirely new person as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. A man overcome with lust to the point of corruption. Your hips pick up in speed, finding new motivation. He grew harder underneath you, pressing right into your core. You clench your eyes shut, mindlessly reveling in the pleasure. Beomgyu detaches from you with a pop.

"You look so fucking sexy right now." His expression was devilish. "Can I?" He looks down at his member straining against his jeans. He looks back up at you with inquiry. You lean closer, kissing him deeply. Your tongues intertwine and move in harmony. You pull back, raising your eyebrows at him.

"Yes." You finally say.

He lifts you slightly as he frees his member from his pants. Nimbly, he pulls down your shorts followed by your underwear. Brown eyes peer up at you as you feel something prodding at your entrance. Placing his hands on your waist, he slowly pulls you down. You wince, the stretch is a bit painful. The drastic change in expression cases him to watch your reaction carefully.

"Are you okay princess?" He halts his movement. You clench your eyes shut, inhaling deeply. You release a shaky breath before speaking.

"Yes." You say in a hushed voice. Beomgyu, slowly and carefully, lowers you down a bit more. Inhaling again, you catch his scent and it calms you. You lean over, head resting on his shoulder. Breathing him in distracted you from pain. The feeling of his hands moving up and down your sides made you melt into him. Heady scents invade your senses as your body ignites. The pain is subtler now. A more apparent feeling was heat, a tiny bit of pleasant stinging as he continued to stretch you open. You curve into him.

He notices your positive reaction. Taking note of the airy moans right next to his ear, he quickens the pace of his hips. You weren't sure when you started, but your hips were moving in rhythm with his. The pace was properly set. You connect your lips back to his, reveling in his taste. The feeling of his tongue and lips moving against yours was exhilarating. You may have gotten a bit enthusiastic, since you pulled back with a line of saliva connecting the two of you.

You bounced on him, knees starting to get tired. It was about time you shifted positions, so you swing your legs around and extended them behind him. This allowed for Beomgyu to discover a whole new level of depth inside you.

You make a strangled noise. Beomgyu groans, thighs tensing. He huffs, his beautiful, swollen lips parting. You squirm, trying to get comfortable again. Once you finally do, you sigh with bliss, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips begin to roll against him.

Hissing, he grips your ass. He sinks his nails into your flesh, coaxing you to grind down on him. His breath is shakier with every thrust. You place your forehead on his as you grow closer. Not only to your climax, but closer to Beomgyu. You didn't care if you couldn't go back to being normal friends. To be this close to him was something you always wanted to be.

Grinding your hips back and forth, a feeling of heat pooling in your lower abdomen catches your attention. Your eyes start to water as you relish this feeling. You dig your nails in Beomgyu's back. His moans are growing more audible. They rumble in his chest and enter your ears like a sweet melody. You feel his breath puff out onto your face as he squeezes you tightly.

"I'm so fucking close." Beomgyu breathes out.

You whimper, unable to vocalize how close your were. Beomgyu's moans grow even louder and rhythmic. He bites his lip, trying to silence himself, but you place your finger over his lips. You coax him to open his mouth again.

"I like to hear you." The words coming out of your own mouth shock you, but also excite you. This catches Beomgyu off guard, eyes blown wide.

"Y-you- Really?"

You nod enthusiastically. You grind forward, stomach bumping against his. A moan rips through Beomgyu as he digs his fingers in further into you. He grunts, face twisting in pleasure.

"I love hearing you talk to me like that." Beomgyu moans halfway through his sentence.

"Yeah? I love feeling you inside me." It felt like someone else was taking control of you. Beomgyu moans out your name as you feel something spurt inside you. The combination of feeling his seed spill out of you and seeing his beautiful face contort as he reaches his climax brings you over the edge. Your vision goes white as you fall forward. Your legs shake, hips convulsing against him.

Lips dragging against his shoulder, you sit up again. Your body felt drained. Judging by the way his head was thrown over the back of the chair, his did too.

"My god, what has gotten into you?"

You chuckle, feeling euphoric during the comedown.

"I dunno, but I want more."

Beomgyu lifts his head up. A devilish grin stretches his features.

"That can be arranged."

#500 #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #txt #kpop #smut #beomgyu smut #txt smut #kpop smut

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rocket-juicebox · 6 years

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2017 sure was A Fuckin Thing here's hoping 2018 turns out to be A Much Better Thing

#i dunno #this year definitely had some highlights so i'm gonna try and focus on those #.......because if i think about anything else i'll probably start crying lol #but for real next year is already starting to look up so i just. really wanna focus my attention on that #i'm gonna try my best to put everything that happened this year behind me and not dwell on it and just focus on making the new year better #just make myself acknowledge the good more than the bad for once #anyway. yeah. last selfie of 2017 woooo #on to bigger and better things #my post #my face

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cyborg-franky · 3 years

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Hi! I absolutely adore your writing 🥰 and I really appreciate that you’re doing SFW Halloween content to balance out the… energy this time of year 😅 really out here doin gods work.

Could I request a modern AU where the reader shows up to a Halloween party in a fabulous costume that’s completely accidentally a matching couples costume to any of the ASL boys? Maybe their friends planned it?? Dunno 🤷🏼‍♀️ thought it’d be cute ☺️ thanks!

OH WHAT A FUN REQUEST I thought I'd do all three for you in a headcannon style! I hope you don't mind I just wanted to do all three cus this is a cute prompt. And thank you for kind words <3 I am very glad you like my stuff bean!

- Your friends all knew you liked Ace and that feelings were returned but you still both remained clueless to one anothers feelings. - You wanted to come as something else to the party but your friends talked you into this one, you had no idea why. - The night of the party arrived and you felt good in your costume you'd put your own spin on the idea of 'little red riding hood' - When you catch up with Ace and see him in a wolf outfit you blush, you didn't mean to match but here you were. - Ace grins ear to ear and pulls you against him for a selfie. - "Oh wow we match! that's cool" He hums and pats you on the back. - The entire night people compliment you both on a cute couples costume and you notice Ace never corrects them on how you aren't a couple so you decide not to either. - It's alot of fun being his 'partner' for the night you decide. - When Ace sits with you alone he remarks it's cool you ended up in matching outfits, you think about your other friends.. and it clicks. - "I think it's because the guys know I like you, so they set me up" You say looking into your drink. - "Ooooh you like me huh?" He grins, wrapping his arm around your waist and giving you a wolfish grin.

- You didn't mind when your friends suggested this costume for you, you'd not had any of your own ideas after all. - You thought it looked nice, classy but also creepy. - The surprise on your face when you showed up to the party and Sabo basically matched you. - "We look like one of those couples that match!" Sabo laughed, his cheeks a little pink but he was pleased with the accidental matching, he'd had a crush on you for ages now and it could feel like you were a couple for one night. - You now had a feeling your friends had played you, knowing how you felt about the blond. - You got asked for your photo with Sabo a few times by various friends and you didn't hate that each time he got super close, an arm around you. - "I'm starting to think this was a set up" He said tapping his chin and watching you pour yourself and him a drink. - "Really? I think it's a common enough outfit.." You said passing him a cup. - "I ..I think they wanted us to match.. trying to get me to confess my feelings.." "O...oh!"

- You were not keen on being something as cliche as an angel, the wings would get in the way, the halo would annoy you but your friends kept telling you to get it. - You sighed and allowed yourself to be talked into it. - The moment you saw Luffy with his devil costume on it all fell into place and you side eyed your friends. - "OH COOL WE MATCH!" Luffy yelled from across the room and rushed over to you, giving you a friendly embrace and lifting you off the ground. - Friends snickering at how red your face went, blushing like crazy and trying to hide your face with your hands before he set you down. - It was fun matching him, he chuckled when people asked him if you came as a pair and just shrugged with a big grin. - The fact he wasn't insulted of defensive when people assumed you a couple was a good sign. - Confessing to Luffy though? you watched him talk happily with your friends who pointed to you, his wide eyes stared at you before nodding his head. - Seems like the choice to confess wasn't yours any more as Luffy gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

#ace d portgas #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #sfw #gender neutral reader #gender identity #luffy #ace x you #ace x reader #sabo x reader insert #sabo one piece x reader #sabo the revolutionary #portgas d ace #sabo x reader #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy

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themartiansdaughter · 2 years

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Better Than Coffee

Adrian Chase / Fem!Reader

SMUT (18+ only)

Warnings: P/V sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), Unprotected(ish) sex, Sex in semi-public

Word Count:

AN: Someone gave me 10 (Try and stay quiet ok), 25 (If we get caught I’m blaming you), and 11 (How the fuck did you manage to cover me in so many hickies?) but forgot to send it via Anon. So you’re gonna have to trust me. So I hope you like it! It’s my second published fic ever and my first time ever writing smut but I’m also pretty proud of it so, i dunno, bon appétit.

The pink light of dawn streamed into the abandoned-video-store-turned-headquarters through the papered windows. It would have been beautiful if you were not so… fucking… tired. You, Economos, and Adebayo have pulled an all-nighter trying to track down the next target for your mission and it was proving to be a Herculean task. You checked your phone to glance at the time, but you got distracted by your lock screen.

Smiling back at you from your phone was a selfie of you and your new boyfriend, Adrian Chase. You met when his alter ego, Vigilante, had forced himself onto your mission. At first you didn’t know what to make of the masked man, equal parts intimidating and annoying. But shortly after meeting him you helped reattach his missing half toe and the rest, as they say, was history. One look in those big green doe eyes and you were done for.

You had been going out for a few weeks and things were moving fast. It was exhilarating, especially mingled with the entirety of Project Butterfly. Every day was a new adventure, but now? Now you just needed some rest.

It couldn’t hurt to rest for just a few minutes, right? You put your head down on the desk and fell asleep almost instantly.

You were awoken, who-knows-how-long later, by the intoxicating smell of fresh coffee. Your eyes fluttered open and in front of you was your favorite drink from the coffee shop across the street. Your eyes followed the hand holding it, up the arm, and to the smiling face of your Adrian. He looked incredible, which made you giddy, and well rested, which filled you with a jealous rage.

“Thanks” you mumbled. You pulled the drink close to your chest and said a silent incantation over it that you hoped would turn it into a potion of wake the fuck up before taking a deep drink.

“Long night?” He asked, pulling up the chair to the other side of your desk.

“You don’t know the half of it,” you told him.

“What are you doing here?” Asked Economos. Adrian stammered, pointing to you, as if that would answer the question.

“No distractions until we find where the Cow is hiding,” he said, with the tone of a parent who just found their kid with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Fuck off, John!” You shouted, slightly surprised at your own volume.

John must have been surprised too, as he sulked off, mumbling something about “no one brought me any coffee.”

Adrian looked at you, an eyebrow raised.

“Like you said, Long night,” you explained. The warm coffee was starting to make its way through your system. Now you were tired and fast.

“I have an idea!” Adrian exclaimed. Clearly, it was a rare enough occurrence that it was cause for celebration. At least, that’s what you wanted to say before he took you by the wrist and pulled you back, farther into the store, down the hallway that lead to the offices and bathrooms.

As soon as you were out of eye and earshot of the others and before you could even ask “what is going on?” Adrian had spun around, grabbed your face with both of his hands, and pulled you into a hot kiss.

It was warmer and more exhilarating than any cup of coffee ever could be. After the initial shock had worn off, you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him back.

You had kissed before, but about that’s as far as it’s ever gotten. So the sexual tension set in around you both like a thick fog. He licked your bottom lip, and you parted them for him. His hand traveled from your cheek to the back of your head, working its way into your hair. You gasped instinctively, feeling the heat of the moment settle somewhere in your lower stomach.

You were vaguely aware that you started moving, Adrian had pulled you backwards into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. When you started feeling a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen, you pulled back. Just a bit, your lips still just barely touching as you tried to catch your breath. You felt him smile against your mouth, and you returned it.

“Well, I’m awake now!” You laughed. “Thanks babe, I needed that, I missed you” you said, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his cheek. “Think I should be heading back out there now…”

Something was wrong, Adrian wasn’t talking.

“You alright?” You said, holding his forearms. His face was flush with color, he couldn’t look you in the eye, he simply nodded.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. But when you shifted your weight to your front foot, leaning up against his body, you felt your answer. Even through both of your jeans, you could feel him, hard as a rock, pressing against your body.

“O-oh” you stammered, feeling your ears grow hot. The moment was, well, awkward.

“Sor—“ he started, but you interrupted him with another kiss. Your lack of sleep seemed to remove your inhibitions, or maybe you were just drunk on Adrian Chase.

This kiss was slower, but steamier. You pressed your tongue into his mouth and felt him let out a low, guttural moan. You then traveled down his jaw and too his neck, kissing and licking the whole way. He tasted unbelievable, and you could feel him shuddering with shaky breaths.

“Do you… Do you want to have sex with me?” He asked you. It was bold. It was awkward. It was Adrian.

“I do,” you said. Speaking before you really thought about it. But you knew in your heart it was right. “I really do.”

He wasted no time, picking you up in his surprisingly strong arms and setting you on the sink. He pressed his lips against you hungrily and one of his hands worked his way under your shirt, up to your bra. His hand traced the bottom of your bra around to the back, and unclipped it expertly with one hand. You gasped when you felt the garment come loose under your shirt, and positively shuttered when Adrian’s hand made its way back around to your breast, gently kneading the soft tissue. But you practically yelped when his thumb ran over your hard, sensitive nipple.

“Shhh” he said into your neck. “Try and stay quiet, okay?” You nodded, biting your lip to keep yourself from another outburst. He buried his face between your neck and shoulder, tugging at your loose, scoop neck shirt to get access to as much skin as he possibly could. You could feel your panties becoming hopelessly soaked.

“Adrian…” You whispered, which caused his whole body to shudder. You ran your hand down his chest, down to the waist of his jeans. You fumbled with the button for a moment, then desperately tried to push them down his hips. The angle made it difficult but you could barely bring yourself to care.

Adrian took pity on you, took a step back, and pushed the pants down to his ankles. The tent he was pitching in his grey boxers was something to behold, especially with the little wet spot of precum already staining them.

“What if we get caught?” You asked. Better late than never, right?

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” Adrain said. “Economos already hates me.” He explained.

“Please don’t talk about Economos right now,” you asked, unbuttoning your own pants.

Adrian pulled your pants and underwear off in one motion, leaving you totally bottomless there on the sink. Before you even had a moment to feel vulnerable, he fell to his knees and used his hands to spread yours.

You threw your head back, narrowly avoiding hitting it against the bathroom mirror. He left a trail of gentle kisses from your knee up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your aching heat. His sharp nose was nestled in the crease between your leg and your pubic mound and his fingers slowly slipped up between your folds.

“Wow you are… really wet,” he said, sounding genuinely surprised.

“You have that effect on me,” you breathed

“Awesome!” He said, before pressing his mouth against your very center with a surprising gusto. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning, but you shivered from your head to your curling toes. He licked you up and down, practically slurping down all of your arousal. He then turned his tongue's attention on your sensitive clit and worked one, then two, fingers into you.

The sensation was dizzying. Pleasure surged through your body from every single place Adrian was touching you. Adrian, your Adrian, was on his knees eating you out and enjoying every single second of it. The thought was enough to send you over the edge.

“Babe I’m gonna— I’m gonna—“ you breathed.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, and that was it, you fell over the edge with a quiet, muffled moan. He lapped up the waves of arousal with his tongue which pushed you close to the edge of overstimulation.

“Fuck Adrian that was… Fuck…” you breathed as you began to come back to your senses.

“You liked that?” He asked, standing up between your legs and leaning forward to kiss you. You could taste yourself on him and it was unbelievably hot.

“Babe I loved that,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair. He grinned at you and went to go pull his pants up. You grabbed his hand to stop him.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Getting… dressed?” He said.

“I thought you wanted to have sex with me?” You asked, starting to wonder if you misread this whole thing. His expression immediately proved you wrong, he lit up like a kid at Christmas.

“I do!” He said eagerly. You gave him a look that said “well, help yourself” as you opened your legs for him again.

With a near superhuman speed, he pulled his cock out from his boxers and pressed it between your folds, getting it wet with your arousal.

“Fuck…” he stammered, already shaking. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer, into a kiss, and into you. He slid in easily with how wet you already were, and you could feel yourself tighten around him. He bucked his hips into you, crushing you both to gasp.

For a moment you looked at each other, him pressed as far as he could go in you. It was almost unbelievable, not exactly being able to say where he started and you began. Then you both were overcome by desire and started humping at an alarming pace. You smashed your mouths together as a way to try and silence the moans, he worked his hand around the back of your head to keep you from hitting the mirror.

You knew at this pace you weren’t going to last long. But hearing him moan your name was enough to send you tumbling into another, blinding orgasm.

“Fuck… gonna cum… can I..?” He asked, not relenting his breakneck pace. You managed to stammer out something about “yes” and “pill” and “please” and he was done, bucking irrationally into your body as he shot ropes of cum into you. He continued grinding his hips against you until he had fully ridden out his orgasm, then he nearly collapsed into your body, breathing heavily. You ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath.

“That was so hot,” Adrian noted. Clearly high off the sex.

“It was, fuck” you said. He gently began to separate from you, pulling his totally spent dick out of your body. You let out the littlest whine when he separated from you. “I never want you to not be inside me again,” you panted.

“Could we?! That would be awesome,” he said, pulling some squares of toilet paper to clean you both up. You laughed, Adrian was always, well Adrian.

The pair of you helped each other clean up and get dressed. Even through the frosted glass of the bathroom, you could tell that dawn had passed and it was now officially morning.

You turned to the bathroom mirror and nearly gasped when you saw your reflection.

“What’s wrong babe?” Asked Adrian.

“How on earth did you manage to cover me in so many hickies?!”

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #vigilante #Vigilante x reader #Peacemaker #my writing #smut

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romanianwilkinson · 3 years

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MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

“ And lastly, super-horny-type players no longer get a charm buff against tsundere types! ”

“ War machines don’t turn me on or anything! ”

“ I don’t wanna be weird, but do you mind if I climb inside of you and play around with your main turret? ”

“ A wine to DIE for, you say? Well, darling, don’t threaten me with a good time! ”

“ This one just says ‘ hmu with that reaper dick, daddy ’. ”

“ You on your phone, as always! Probably making blogposts on your Tik Tok page. ”

“ Yeah, you really don’t want to witness a repeat of the last time [NAME]’s diehard fans went without a selfie for fifteen minutes. My tailbone still hasn’t completely healed. ”

“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

“ Yay! You found a shenanigan! ”

“ My poems all have two or three emotions in them, AT LEAST. ”

“ CRYING IS OBVIOUSLY A COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN SQUEEZE THE MOST WATER OUT OF THEIR EYES! ”

“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

“ And as you know, I am illustriously Internet-famous, so if you could shower me with adoration and give me the pizza that would be fabulous. ”

“ Do you wanna fuck the pizza or not? ”

“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

“ What if she puts a curse on me that makes me magically forget the location of the clitoris?! ”

“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

“ Oh gods, I’ve killed so many monsters, just for being monsters. This is making me question my entire moral foundation. I NEED MORE THERAPY. ”

“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

“ You’re not tricking me into parenting a stupid egg. I’ve never fucked even ONE chicken! The egg is not my son! ”

“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ”

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Logan

This ask says it all.

Characters of course, by @lumosinlove

“You know I was thinking of getting a weighted blanket.” Leo mused, scrolling through reviews of different types online. “Look at this one, it’s kind of pricey but it has an average of five stars which seems pretty cool.”

“Quoi?” Logan said, looking up from his phone across the room. “Why would you need one of those?”

Leo looked up from his laptop, legs stretched in front of him on the couch. “Plenty of reasons, they’re pretty cool actually. You know they’re proven to help reduce stress?”

Logan raised his eyebrows from the armchair.

“Yeah,” Leo continued, mostly mumbling to himself by now. “They’re meant to be calming which sounds nice. And hey! People say they feel like a hug!”

“A hug?” Leo heard but he didn’t look up, he was mid way through comparing two different brands.

“Mhm.” He hummed, but looked up in surprise when the couch by his feet dipped.

“Who needs a weighted blanket, when you have a boyfriend?” Logan said as he gently pried the laptop from Leo’s hands and set it carefully on the coffee table.

“Oh yeah?” Leo laughed as Logan pushed his thighs apart so he could nestle between them, his arms folded across Leo’s chest, chin resting on his hands, face only an inch away.

“Yup.” Logan confirmed, shuffling until he got comfortable. “See? Beaucoup mieux qu’une couverture, non?”

Leo pursed his lips together. “I dunno… Blankets don’t give me attitude.”

“Hey!” Logan protested, silencing him with a kiss. “I happen to know you love my attitude, thank you very much. I’ll be putting that in the pro-Logan list.”

“Oh yeah?” Leo bent the leg on the outside, boxing Logan in, one arm wrapping around his waist while he tucked the other behind his own head. “What other things are on the list?”

“Hmm,” Logan hummed, green eyes peeping out from under his dark eyelashes. “I’m warm.”

“So are blankets.”

“I’m warmer.”

Leo bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “You know I’m not trying to replace you, it would just be an option for when you don’t want hugs.”

Logan’s face scrunched up, offended. “Me, not want hugs.” He placed his hand on Leo’s forehead as if taking his temperature. “Êtes-vous malade?”

Leo laughed again, kissing him sweetly. “That’s a good point.”

This time, instead of responding, Logan just leaned into the kiss, letting himself relax against Leo. They kissed slow and steady, like they had all the time in the world. Which, Leo supposed, they did. They could kiss forever if they wanted.

(But Finn might interrupt at some point).

(Not that either of them would complain).

A week or two later, Leo arrived home alone. Finn was out with Alex and Logan was visiting his family so it would just be Leo for a couple of hours. He sighed as he tossed his gear bag by the door, to be emptied tomorrow and headed straight to bed, weary after a long day.

He treaded down the hall, already thinking about the sweatshirt he would steal to sleep in, the regret of never buying a blanket playing in the back of his mind. He opened the door to their room, turning on the lamp by the bedside instead of the overhead, but stopped at the folded pile in his side of the bed.

For when I’m not around.

L xxx

Leo’s heart melted at the note and unfolded the pile to find a beautiful weighted blanket, the very one he had been looking at that day with Logan. He pulled on one of Logan’s hoodies and pulled it on, covering himself fully with the blanket before snapping a selfie to send.

“I love you.” He wrote.

“Don’t get used to it.” Logan wrote back. “I don’t plan on you needing it much. Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Logan?”

Leo grinned and held his phone close to his chest. Who indeed.

#coast to coast lumosinlove #lumosinlove #logan tremblay #Leo knut #o'knutzy #o'knutzy fluff #lelo #lo's a leo hog #soft boys #finn o'hara

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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Beach Day!

Masterlist~

As requested by an anon, The Half Demon kids get to have their beach day! Please enjoy!

‘‘Twas a summer’s day in the Devildom, and school was out for the next couple of months, what else was there to do other than have a fun little beach vacation?

“Do we have towels?”

“Check.”

“Umbrellas?”

“Yep.”

“Beach toys?”

“Uh huh.”

L!MC and Lucifer were running through the long list of items as the rest of the family loaded everything into their (several) cars. Mammon grunted and shoved one of three umbrellas into a gap in the piles of luggage, they were all packing the rapidly filling car like they were playing a game of Tetris from hell.

“Ya know, you two can try and, I dunno, help a little?!”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and looked up from his list. “I am helping, Mammon. I’m making sure this doesn’t end up like the last family vacation we took.”

“What happened last time?” The soft voice of A!MC piped up, they were carrying roughly four different carryon bags into one of the cars.

“Mammon forgot to pack sunscreen during our last little visit to a human world beach and we all got horrifically sunburned. That’s why this year we’ll be visiting a proper Devildom beach.” Lucifer explained.

“That stupid mistake nearly cost me my perfect skin.” Asmo grumbled, A!MC patted him on the shoulder.

“Don’t feel too bad, dad. You look great!”

“Oh little butterfly,” Asmo patted A!MC on their head, much to the kid’s delight. “Go on~.”

“Hey pop!” Mammon’s head whirled around as he looked for the source of the voice. “THINK FAST!”

A duffel bag slammed into the side of Mammon’s head, knocking him into the side of the car.

“What the hell M!MC?!”

The little culprit gave their dad a fanged megawatt smile and shrugged. “I said think fast.”

“M!MC, he can’t think fast, he doesn’t have a brain.” Asmo smirked over at Mammon, who not so graciously flipped him off. A blast of water from wiped both the smirk and some of the makeup off Asmo’s face.

“Whoops,” M!MC lowered their water gun. “Misfire.”

Lucifer massaged his temples as he watched this complete and utter chaos unfold. This was ridiculous, he turned to L!MC. “I refuse to subject you to this, I don’t was CPS to come knocking. You are riding with Lord Diavolo and I.”

“Wooop!” L!MC cheered, then paused. “Was I not riding with you two before now?”

——————

After arriving and unpacking, everyone set out to the beach, per Lucifer’s totally reasonable beach rules, no cameras within eight feet of the beach. Asmo had to compromise and take his Devilgram selfies at Diavolo’s villa in the five minute window of time before everyone set out for the beach.

While the group made their way to the beach, M!MC proudly presented their shiny new metal detector to the crowd of not too impressed family members. Well, everyone but Mammon, he was hyped as all hell to try and find buried treasure.

As M!MC and A!MC lagged behind and chattered aimlessly, something flew right into M!MC’s face. Reeling at the sudden loss of their sight, M!MC’s hands flew to their face and peeled the thing off of them. A…piece of paper..?

No, not a piece of paper, it was a map! Well, half of a map!

“Woah… Pop! Check it!” M!MC waved the piece of paper in the air. “What if we use this to find treasure or something?”

Mammon’s eyes practically sparkled as he swiped the map from M!MC. “Kid, we’re gonna be rich. Not the lame kinda rich either, we’ll be… multiple yacht rich!”

“Oh geez…” A!MC murmured.

By the time the entire group had gotten to the actual beach, Mammon and M!MC had already had the layout of their fabulous Hollywood mansion planned out and were busily describing the kinds of cars they wanted to own. Armed with only half a treasure map and a metal detector, the two set off down the beach.

L!MC, Belphie, and Satan snickered like a bunch of kids as they set up their new pink unicorn floaty. It was just perfect for just slightly ticking off Lucifer. A!MC hummed happily as they unpacked all their sand toys, perfect for making a sand-empire! The rest of the adults set up the umbrellas and beach chairs and practically deflated when all the work was finished.

Hang on- where was Levi- OH! There he was. He had ran right into the water and was petting Lotan. Man… Lotan was fucking massive.

“Hey, Luke,” L!MC called out. “Why are you wearing water wings? You know those things don’t work, right?”

“H-huh?” Luke tilted his head in confusion. Like a chihuahua- “What do you mean?”

“Well, water wings aren’t like life jackets, water wings only keep your arms out of water. If you start to drown, those aren’t helping.” L!MC dutifully explained. “There are documented cases in the human world of kids drowning with their arms still afloat because of the water wings.”

Luke was having such a good day forty five seconds prior, now he was petrified.

——————

“Ah, this is the life, right Sea Monster Levi?” L!MC leisurely floated around on their giant pink unicorn floatie as Levi swam around them.

Levi couldn’t exactly speak, but the terrifying eldritch shriek of delight was enough of an answer.

“See, you should go outside more often, the ocean is outside, fresh air is outside,” L!MC continued to list lovely things that just happened to be outside until Lotan poked four of his heads above water. “Lotan’s outside,”

Levi grumbled and slammed his tail into the water, sending a massive wave over to L!MC.

“Fuck.”

Those were L!MC’s last words before the wave crashed into them and tipped over the floatie, leaving them angrily starfish floating in the water. “You fucking hikikomori.”

—————

A!MC carefully placed their bucket full of sand onto the ground upside down and slowly pulled the bucket away. Perfect! That made a great castle tower! The sand-city that A!MC had concocted could put any city to shame, there was a town hall, a bank, a museum, and multiple construction projects headed by Luke. Well, the chihuahua wasn’t doing too well with his castle-building.

“Aww…” Luke pouted as his castle crumbled. “I ruined it…”

“You should add a bit of water to the sand, Luke.” A!MC said as they carefully placed some seashell decorations around their castle tower. “It’ll help stop your towers from crumbling.”

Luke vehemently shook his head. “There’s no way I’m going near that water. Not after what L!MC said…”

“Luke, L!MC’s just being a butt, you won’t drown-” A!MC was unceremoniously cut off by Lotan rising from the depths of the ocean and L!MC’s squawk of protest when he began to bat their unicorn floatie around.

“Y-yeah… I won’t drown, I’ll be eaten by a sea monster…” Luke shuddered.

“A!MC, I’m living here.” Belphie laid his towel out a little ways away from the sand-city and collapsed into a snoring heap on the sand.

“Great! A new citizen!” A!MC smiled and clapped their hands. “Beel, are you going to join us?”

Beel took a large bite out of a watermelon and sat down next to Belphie. “Yeah, I’m going to live here too.”

“We’ve got a real kingdom now!”

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The metal detector beeped for the thousandth time that day and M!MC and Mammon were beginning to get tired. They had found a total of 45 cents and a bottle cap, not the heaps of pirate treasure their map promised.

“Alright old man, dig.” M!MC lazily motioned towards the spot in the sand where the metal detector beeped.

“Why do I gotta dig?” Mammon whined. “You do it this time!”

“I’m holding the metal detector!” M!MC snapped. “Lookit! This shit’s heavy!”

“UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.” Mammon dropped to his knees and began to dig, unearthing a second bottle cap.

“Have our intrepid treasure hunters struck gold yet?” The taunting voice of Satan wormed its way into M!MC and Mammon’s ears as they both rolled their eyes.

“Why do you care, Satan?” M!MC sneered. “Shouldn’t you be off waxing philosophical about the demon condition or some other pretentious shit right now?”

Satan scoffed and shook his head. “So you haven’t found anything, shocker.”

“Ya didn’t answer the question, Satan.”

“Fine, you two dumbasses forgot to bring water after you immediately ran to go find your treasure.” Satan chucked two metal water bottles at Mammon, both of which hit him in the face. “So where’s your little treasure map?”

M!MC grumbled and pulled the map out of their pocket. “Here.”

Satan raised an eyebrow as he looked over the map, then looked back up at Mammon and M!MC. “I’d expect this level of idiocy from Mammon, but not you, M!MC.”

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” M!MC and Mammon shouted in unison.

Satan flipped the map around so it was facing the pair, he pointed at the X. “You’re supposed to be going that way,” Satan pointed back towards where they had set up the towels and umbrellas.

“…shit.” Mammon murmured. “I swear if we just wasted two fuckin’ hours on this-”

“Don’t blame me! I’m a mathematician, not a fucking geographer!” M!MC hissed.

“Actually, cartographers are the ones that make maps-”

“SHUT UP SATAN!”

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“Ugh… I hate the ocean now…” L!MC trudged over to Lucifer and plopped themselves down next to him. “0/10. Next year, can we go somewhere with significantly less seaweed?”

Lucifer wordlessly pulled a clump of sea-gunk out of L!MC’s hair and dropped it on the sand next to them. The fucking gunk-thing then began to MOVE-

“…is that alive?”

“Probably.”

L!MC grabbed the thing and threw it as hard as they could into the water. “I’m not allowing that eldritch terror the privilege of evolving.”

Lucifer chuckled and shook his head. “This is karma for the unicorn floaty.”

“That wasn’t even all my idea!” L!MC hugged their knees to their chest and grumbled. “Where’s Belphie, Satan and M!MC’s karma?!”

“I’m sure it’ll come soon.”

“Now would be nice…” L!MC growled.

“If you’re going to go sit and whine for the rest of the day you can walk back to the villa by yourself.”

“Ugh!” L!MC threw up their hands and walked away. “So Belphie can angst all he wants but I can’t?! This is bullshit!”

“LANGUAGE!”

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A!MC’s burgeoning kingdom had grown in population in the last few hours; Barbatos and Diavolo had moved in and were gleefully helping out with the construction projects (well, Dia was gleeful, Barbatos was standing off to the side holding lemonade), Simeon had joined in and was making a moat, and L!MC was designing the flag.

“Our walls will be impenetrable!” Diavolo proclaimed as he continued to reinforce the sand-walls. “No one would dare invade us!”

“Where’s our sand-army? I call dibs on being sand-general.” L!MC raised their hand. “Luke, you can be a sand soldier.”

“Huh?”

“Here’s your sand-sword.”

“L!MC this is driftwood…”

“Hit a bitch with it.”

“There will be no hitting of any bitches.” Simeon gently took the driftwood from Luke and chucked it into the ocean.

“Lame…” L!MC rolled their eyes.

A little while into the kingdom building, A!MC surveyed their land with a proud smile. Every little building was adorably decorated with shells and pebbles, the roads were laid out perfectly, the castle was stable… Ah. Perfection!

A familiar trio sauntered over looking down at their map and occasionally back up at the surrounding beach until they stopped right outside the moat outside of A!MC’s kingdom. Satan, Mammon, and M!MC looked up at the group and pointed their shovel and metal detector at them.

“Hey kiddos, and… not kiddos. We’re gonna need ya to move over. There’s treasure in the area and we gotta dig!” Mammon proclaimed, standing up straight and putting a hand on his hip.

“Uh… no?” A!MC sat down on their beach chair, but to them, it was more like a throne. “We spent forever building this, we aren’t just going to let you destroy it.”

“Can’t you build somewhere else?” M!MC waved their hand to a place farther down the beach that was just littered with holes from M!MC and Mammon’s treasure hunting. “Couldn’t have taken that long.”

“Are you stupid or just ignorant?” L!MC hissed, protectively moving in front of the sand-wall next to Diavolo. “This took literal hours. You three can piss off.”

“L!MC, don’t be dramatic.” Satan rolled his eyes, then looked to the adults. “Come on guys, this may actually lead to something historical. Can you guys move out?”

“Uh… fuck off?” Belphie sleepily looked up from his towel. “We were here first. Finders keepers.”

“Yeah,” Beel paused his job of helping clean up the toys and buckets. “Belphie napped here, this spots been claimed.”

Barbatos and Diavolo nodded in agreement.

“A!MC has claimed this land, therefore, it’s their kingdom.” Diavolo said.

“Guys, this ain’t a joke! There’s actual treasure here!” Mammon waved the map in the air.

“That doesn’t matter. our sandcastles, our rules.” Luke crossed his arms and huffed.

“Oh bullshit! Move over! Money and treasure is under your city and we’ll take it by force if we have to!” M!MC crossed his arms and glared.

“Really now~?” L!MC cooed, slamming their fist against their open palm. “Fucking try us.”

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A fight would have broken out if it weren’t for Lucifer calling for everyone to eat. Everyone sat down on their towels and angrily munched on their macaroni salad and sandwiches.

Team Treasure hunter (it was generous to call them a team considering there was only three of them) were forming a plan to try and get passed the much larger Team Sandcastle. M!MC and Satan bounced ideas off of each other while Mammon stole everyone’s potato chips.

“So, we need to lure at least some of them away… but how?” M!MC stuck their hand into the much reduced bowl of chips and took out a fistful.

“Mmm…” Satan murmured. “Well, there’s a thief in our midst…”

M!MC knitted their eyebrows in confusion, then began to nod in understanding. “Ah… and we have someone very quick…”

Both Satan and M!MC turned to Mammon, who was polishing off the chips and counting their metal detector money. He stopped mid chew and tilted his head.

“What are ya lookin’ at?”

Over with Team Sandcastle, L!MC carefully traced Belphie’s hand onto a piece of paper with a vindictive smirk on both their faces.

“What are you doing?” Luke asked as he bit into his kebab.

“It’s an official declaration of war.” L!MC quickly finished up the tracing and proudly showed the picture of Belphie’s middle finger to the assembled team. “I think it’s very clear and concise.”

Simeon slapped a palm to his forehead as Luke let out a gasp.

“L!MC! That’s so vulgar and awful-” Luke’s irate yapping went completely ignored.

“It’s a very nice picture.” Beel calmly observed, turning over the paper in his hands.

“Enough about the declaration!” A!MC stood up and put their hands on their hips. “We need to take action immediately! I’m not letting our sand kingdom fall into their hands!”

“We know that A!MC, but we need to at least give them some kind of warning that we’re going to beat them into the ground.” L!MC said.

“They got their warning. Now is not the time for being polite, now is the time for curb stomping.”

“Is it just me,” Belphie leaned over to Beel and cartoonishly whispered. “Or is A!MC getting really intense about this?”

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Team Treasure Hunter’s battle plan did not go as well as they thought it would. Satan and M!MC did not factor the fact that Mammon would be stealing something and then running in sand, and next to no one can properly run in fluffy beach sand, what this poor narrator is trying to say is that Mammon got football tackled immediately because he couldn’t run after he stole something as a distraction. Oh well… at least the sand was soft…

Team Sandcastle’s superior numbers meant superior ideas, and one of their ideas was for A!MC to politely ask some of the beach dwelling creepy crawlies to attack the other team. Well uh… toes were pinched that day…

“Fools,” A!MC sat straighter in their beach chair. “All of them.”

“I’m loving the supervillain vibes, A!MC, but-”

“But nothing!” A!MC cut L!MC off with a huff. “I’m not a supervillain either!”

“Sounds like something a supervillain would say.” Belphie snickered, only to be blasted in the face with a water gun. A!MC was turning on their own people…

“Alright, everyone who dares to doubt me gets the water gun.” A!MC sneered. “My kingdom won’t fall!”

The kingdom fell.

One giant wave caused by Lotan and Levi playing in the water nearby crashed onto the beach and absolutely flattened the detailed sand kingdom. A!MC slowly moved their hair out of their eyes and turned to Lotan and Levi in the water.

“You… you…” A!MC growled, a tick forming in their right eye. “YOU SHUT-IN PIECE OF [Hello, this is the narrator, I’m very sorry but I cannot repeat what little A!MC said here. I hope you all can find it in your hearts to forgive them for this outburst, their kingdom just got destroyed after all.]”

Simeon vaulted forward and covered Luke’s ears while the rest of the group on the beach stared in wide eyed shock as their sweet little A!MC cussed out two giant sea monsters. This was… not what they expected from their beach trip…

Beel quickly recovered from his shock and scooped A!MC up into his arms. A!MC didn’t seem to care all that much as they continued to kick and scream profanity at the giant sea monsters. Beel lumbered over to Asmo and handed the screeching A!MC to him.

“This is yours.”

“…Beel dear,” Asmo looked at the practically feral child that had managed to shift into their demon form, then looked to Beel. “Are you sure?”

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Ever the opportunists, Team Treasure Hunter managed to dig in the area where the sand kingdom once stood. After roughly an hour of digging, Mammon struck something… wooden. Hmm…

“Hey I uh… think I found somethin’!”

“Really?” M!MC exclaimed. “Lemme see! Let’s get it out!”

“Allow me,” Diavolo motioned for everyone to move away and leaned in. He yanked a massive treasure chest out of the sand like it was nothing and plopped it onto the beach. “Oh! It is a treasure chest! How novel!”

Mammon jumped forward and yanked the chest open, inside was an absolute mess of glimmering gold and jewelry.

“DON’T TOUCH THAT.” Lucifer’s booming voice stopped Mammon dead in place. Everyone’s heads swivelled to look at him. “It’s probably cursed gold, you idiots.”

“As much as I hate to agree with Lucifer, we should at least check before we touch anything.” Satan crossed his arms and grumbled.

The gold was hella cursed and basically useless. No one went back to the villa happy.

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A!MC sulkily kicked off their shoes and flopped backwards onto their bed. They stared half-vacantly up at the ceiling, they were so tired despite the fact that they hadn’t even gone swimming… they had spent their entire day building that stupid sandcastle kingdom…

M!MC flopped down next to them and let out an explosive sigh. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Sorry about your sandcastle stuff…”

A!MC sighed and shrugged. “Yeah… sorry about your treasure…”

“Yeah… so far this trip blows.”

L!MC flopped down next to A!MC and practically deflated.

“What’s wrong with you?” M!MC asked, rolling over onto their side to look at their cousin.

“I’m in mourning…” L!MC grumbled, holding up a piece of pink stretchy plastic. “Lotan ate my unicorn floaty.”

“Aww… I’m sorry L!MC.” A!MC patted them on the shoulder. “Let’s go fight Lotan and Levi for revenge.”

“A!MC. I’m grieving, not suicidal.” L!MC said seriously, then their face melted into a grin as they began to giggle. “Dummy…”

“I’m not a dummy! I think we might have a chance!”

“Yeah, a chance of gettin’ eaten!” M!MC snickered.

“Okay… maybe…” A!MC giggled.

“Hey guys,” Simeon knocked on the door and poked his head in. “We’re making a fire for s’mores, you all better hurry up before Beel gets to everything.”

The three kids stuck their thumbs up and got ready to go. S’mores fix everything!

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Author’s note: Okay, back in like… May, I promised I’d write a beach day episode for these characters, and it’s finally done!!

The whole sandcastle war is something that actually happened when I went to a summer camp ^.^

It was less about digging for treasure and more about who had the best sandcastles, and I shit you not, a wave slammed into the rival team’s sandcastle. It was funny as S H I T. HA! TAKE THAT RIVAL TEAM! MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE YOUR CITY SO CLOSE TO THE WATER!

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #Obey me MC #Obey me Fic #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Satan #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Leviathan #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Luke #Obey me Diavolo

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