#because like yeah snake is definitely fucked up. like hes so fucked throughout all of this. and otacon is so compassionate

[feline-evil]

I looove love love playing with the classic 'big tough guy rescues and protects small sort of pathetic nerd' type handsome prince story that Otasune has going on initially, but i also fucking ADORE playing with the inverse; Snake as a man needing saving despite how often he takes the role of hero in others eyes, Otacon seeing this man so battleworn and tired who has been denied any peace or a normal life and feeling such compassion and hurt burning in his heart for him that he makes a vow to stay by his side and protect him. Scrawny beanpole of a man holding this clone soldier in his arms when nightmares come for him, trying to calm him down from memories of the hell's he's walked through; whispering softly to him, reminding him he's there, he's safe. Helping bandage his wounds and massage his bruised muscles and caring for him when he grows tired and worn down; all with a look in his eye that suggests at rage bubbling silently over the fact the man he cares about has to endure this much. I just really like when Hal is in that protective role of trying to be the stronger one for Dave, this sweet sweet man with a big heart taking a look at the man under all that lore and legend and thinking who is taking care of you? Who is keeping you safe at night? Are you all alone, why must you endure this alone? I just. Clenching my fist. I fucking love when Otacon is strong in his own way, and protective in his own way; he might not be a supersoldier, he's just A Guy, but he cares and he see's the man behind the legend and decides to stick by him like his guardian angel and aaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa They are both everything to me

#jay talkin #metal gear #i just. i just. ogh im a sucker for 'big physically strong man isnt exempt from needing saving and caring for' #because like yeah snake is definitely fucked up. like hes so fucked throughout all of this. and otacon is so compassionate #the way he talks in the unused lil froggy mgs2 codec is like. hes talking abt snake. he is talking abt snake. #he is thinking abt a lil frog trapped in a well and he is thinking of the man he met at shadow moses and the hell his life has been and aaa #AND OTACONS LIFE HAS ALSO BEEN. NOT SO GOOD. but the bond that comes from suffering and then meeting someone else who suffers too #and going 'they should never leave you to bleed out again. i wont let them. you deserve to be cared for' #WAOUGUGUGHGUHGHUGHGHGHGH otasune emotions. snifle. #you have to be able to protect the ones you love. thats what snake says. and i think protection isnt always just being the most physically #strong. sometimes its being compassionate. sometimes its being strong enough to be there for someone. to wrap around them and vow #never to let the nightmares touch them or the bandages sting against their wounds again

[leafjoon]

When you get like this

Words: around 3k

Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol, minor mention of violence, jealousy, rough sex, degradation, dom!alex, sub!reader, daddy kink (only mentioned once), aftercare.

You and Alex had planned to go to Jamie's birthday party.

You weren't particularly excited since all you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend, cuddle and laze around in your apartment. Lately, it had been work, work and only work for the both of you. You hadn't had much time for, well, anything. Needless to say you were feeling more than just a little bit sexually frustrated.

"Babe, I know, I'm sorry. We'll just hang around for a couple of hours for Jamie and get going okay? Promise." Alex pleaded trying to convice you.

"Ugh I know. Its not that I don't wanna be there for Jamie, I'm just grumpy and tired and I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. So much." He says while enveloping you in a gentle hug.

He pressed his lips on your cheek and gave you a pleading look.

"Fine. Lets go get ready."

"Thank you, darling. I'll make it up to you tonight." He said in a gentle tone.

Well, you were definitely excited now.

*

The party was in full swing when you arrived, albeit slightly late because it took you a little longer than usual to get ready.

You looked gorgeous, wearing your favorite short red dress that always left Alex drooling for you. It gave your thighs just the perfect amount of coverage, stopping mid-thigh, driving him crazy.

"Fuck babe, you know what that dress does to me." he said groaning.

"Really?" You said teasingly, fully knowing the way he was going to eye you up all night.

His friends were already smashed and you had some catching up to do, so you started ordering drinks at the bar and downing a shot of tequila or two.

You and Alex were catching up with Jamie and Miles, sharing stories and having a laugh. You guys had all taken turns to tell each other the most ridiculous thing you've done while drunk.

They started teasing you after you told them about that one time you were out partying with your girlfriends at a club and a man had smacked your friends ass. You, being shitfaced naturally punched him square in the face out of instinct. After that, security intervened but not without questioning you and throwing your friends out. This left you and your friends frustrated since you were only protecting yourselves from assault but it made for a funny story.

"You know, (Y/N) I never took you for a violent person, but now that you told us I don't know how I didn't see the signs earlier." Miles said and cackled.

"Yeah, I ought to be careful not to upset you now." Jamie continued.

"I can't believe you guys didn't notice before." Alex said dramatically.

"What are you talking about Alex, that's not true!" you said while hitting his chest lightly.

"Oh, there it is!" Miles exclaimed and you all started laughing.

"I'm just teasing you babe." Alex whispered in your ear and snaked his hand around your waist, which sent a shiver down your spine.

You shot him a playful look and you gazed into each others eyes for a few seconds.

After looking away you noticed a familiar figure standing a few feet from you. You weren't sure if your eyes were deceiving you. When he turned around fully you recognized him. It was your ex-boyfriend Thomas! More specifically the guy you had dated throughout college.

You had broken up because you both had different aspirations for your lives and knew it wouldn't work out long distance. The break-up had been amicable and you still held respect for each other and talked when your paths crossed. This time was no different.

"Oh my god, Thomas, is that you?" You called out.

He looked at you and it took him a second to take you in. "Oh my god! (Y/N)! I haven't seen you in so long!"

"What are you doing here?".

"You mean in London, or this party?"

"Both!"

"Miles invited me."

"No kidding!"

"Thomas was my flatmate for a little while after college. How do you guys know each other?" Miles chimed in.

"You're kidding right? We dated in college." You exclaimed.

Alex perked up after hearing this and felt a bit strange at how excited you were to see him.

"This is so weird. How do you all know each other?" Thomas asked.

"Well we all met her through Alex here." Said Jamie.

"Oh, nice meeting you mate." He extended his hand to Alex with a smile.

"Likewise." Alex muttered returning the handshake.

While Jamie and Thomas exchanged pleasantries, you failed to notice Alex's gaze on you.

"So how have you been? What brings you to London?"

"I've been great! I came here to visit my mum."

You guys started catching up and were talking for about 10 minutes while the boys were chatting about something else.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure!"

"Still a vodka sour girl?"

"Yes. How do you remember that?"

"(Y/N), we dated for years. How could I not?" He chuckled.

"Fair point." You laughed.

Alex clenched his jaw when he saw Thomas bring you a drink. He wasn't sure if he was being irrational or if it was strange for your ex boyfriend to chat you up for this long. The thought left him with a sour taste in his mouth.

After a little while,  you excused yourself from Thomas and told him that it was great catching up. He asked for your number and said you guys should hang out sometime. You thought that was a little weird but complied anyways. You figured he just wanted a friend.

You found Alex on a couch with Jamie and Miles all downing their drinks.

"Drinking your sorrows away tonight, boys?"

"Does it look like that?" asked Miles.

"We were just reminiscing on our youth." said Jamie sighing.

"Always a fun topic." You said while sitting down next to Alex.

"Where'd your friend go?" he asked.

"Oh I said goodbye to him. Wanted to join you guys."

"Nice." He muttered.

You noticed he was acting strange and didn't know if you had struck a cord by hanging out with Thomas.

Alex wasn't a particularly jealous man but he did get insecure from time to time. Although he never had anything to worry about with you, especially after reassuring him time and time again that you only had eyes for him.

"D'ya wanna go soon, love?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm getting a bit tired."

*

After a while you decided to get up and say goodbye to your friends. You noticed Alex was being silent and gripped your hand more roughly than usual. He lead you to the car and opened the door for you.

You mumbled a 'thanks' and got in.

While driving you turned on the radio and 12:51 by the Strokes was playing.

'Friday nights have been lonely, change your plans and then phone me.'

You were mouthing the words to the song and wanted to ask Alex if everything was okay.

Before you got a chance to do that, he put his hand on your thigh. You were slightly taken aback but put your hand on top of his.

He started gently stroking your thigh. You let out a sigh, observing his big hand gripping you. You definitely had a thing for his hands.

His hand began to inch closer to your crotch. Your breath hitched.

Your dress was giving him full liberty.

"Alex..what are you doing?" You said in a whisper.

"Nothing." He said cheekily.

He squeezed your thigh. You were getting a little worked up and he knew exactly what he was doing.

He removed his hand while stopping at a red sign. You squeezed your thighs together a little, trying to give yourself some stimulation to your growing arousal.

Alex noticed and asked "What are you doing?"

You were confused. "What do you mean?"

"You get to squeeze your thighs when I tell you to, alright babe?" He said while turning to look at you. His eyes were filled with lust.

Fuck. Fucking alright. "Okay." you muttered.

After a while he returned his hand to your inner thigh, pulling a little and causing your legs to spread. He was driving you crazy. He continued stroking and you remained silent for the rest of the drive.

Fuck, you thought. You knew where this was going. Alex rarely got like this but sometimes when you were feeling bratty, you teased him relentessly, which brought out his dominant and bossy side. Although this time around you didn't do anything to provoke him, you thought.

When you arrived at your apartment you quickly took off your shoes and jacket and got yourself a glass of water.

Alex followed you and stopped behind you. After a few seconds he pressed himself against you and put his hands on your stomach and waist.

"You looked really sexy tonight, you know." He whispered in your ear, hands roaming on your abdomen sometimes going a little lower.

"I know." You muttered putting your hands on top of his.

"Oh you do, don't you?"

"Yes Alex, course." you said furrowing your brows.

"Talking back huh? You in that mood babe?"

You whined quietly and pressed your head on his shoulder. You were squirming and soaking your underwear.

"Are you this worked up just from a few words?" He said while stroking your inner thigh once again.

"Yes.. and what about it huh?" You sighed loudly.

"You're such a brat." he said while turning you around and gripping your jaw to press his lips on yours hungrily.

You moaned loudly and pressed yourself against his body.

You made out, slipping your tongues into each others mouth's messily while your hands shamelessly roamed your bodies, groping whatever you could find.

"Alex.." you moaned.

"What?" He asked in a flat tone.

"Need you.."

"What do you need?"

"Fuck..you know what I need."

"You're gonna answer when I ask you something."

God, you thought. You might just burst right then and there. "Need you to fuck me..please."

He chuckled. "Begging already, my pretty baby? We haven't even done anything yet." He said while holding the back of your neck and pressed his lips gently on yours.

He brought his hands between your legs gently rubbing your clit.

"Fuck, Alex" you moaned breathlessly.

"Yes babe?"

"Feels good."

He continued for a few minutes.

"Too bad" he said and stopped.

"Alex!" You whined.

"You didn't think I was gonna give it to you that easily, did ya?"

You rolled your eyes at him and he gripped your face "Don't you roll your eyes at me."

Fuck. You wanted to talk back so bad but you knew he would just make you suffer more.

He softened a little and said "Let's go to bed." while taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

He pushed you down and climbed on top of you immediately attacking your neck, biting, sucking and kissing while pressing his hard length on your arousal.

You gripped his hair and tried to grind on him but he held your hips down as to stop your movements.

"You can move when I allow you to. Got it?"

You nodded.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"Good girl."

You moaned at the words and he smiled, knowing how much that turned you on.

He slipped your dress past your tits and grabbed them. He buried in face in them, inhaling your scent and moaning. He stayed there for a few moments then wrapped his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking it while flicking the nipple of the other one.

"Fuck, Alex." you whispered. You absolutely loved when he played with your breasts since your nipples were sensitive.

He switched and started sucking on the other one, giving it much needed attention.

You were aching for him down there and you knew it wasn't easy for him to have no stimulation but damn, he was determined to make you suffer tonight.

He pulled back and ordered you to slip out of your dress and watched you struggle with it.

"Can't do anything without my help huh? You're pathetic babe."

His words went straight to your arousal.

You were almost completely naked while he was still in his clothes. You pulled at his shirt and he watched you as you unbuttoned it. When you got down to his belt, he grabbed your hands and pinned them back to your head. "Not so fast, sweetheart."

He started grinding on your clit and you became a moaning mess in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck, Alex!"

He moaned quietly while staring into your eyes. "You're mine, you know that right?"

You stared at him, not responding, knowing it would drive him mad.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

He took one hand and smacked your thigh hard.

"Fuck!"

He smacked it again pulling a "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours" out of you.

"Good girl."

"Alex please, I can't take it anymore."

"I know babe." he said gently seeing how worked up he got you. He pressed his mouth on yours slipping his tongue inside and tasting you.

He pulled back and stroked himself a little through his clothes, looking painfully hard in his slacks. God what a sight to see.

He then leaned down and started sucking and biting your inner thigh.

"Alex, can you smack my thighs again?" You pleaded shyly.

He looked at you with with full blown lust in his eyes. "You're such a slut." He muttered.

You whined.

Fulfilling your request, he smacked them hard a few times, causing your skin to turn pink.

You moaned loudly and gripped his shoulders.

He then removed your panties, revealing your wet arousal. "God, you're soaking. All for me?"

"Yes.."

He took two fingers and played with your wet folds then brought his thumb to your clit, giving you much needed stimulation. You moaned while he played with your sensitive nub.

You whined loudly when he slipped one finger inside and heard him say "such a pretty pussy", fingering you. He insterted another finger, turning you into a moaning mess. You gripped his arms and pressed your nails into his skin, knowing you would leave a mark.

After a while he slipped his fingers out of you and started sucking on them wanting to taste you. "So good." he moaned.

"Alex.." you whispered slightly tearing up from the stimulation.

"What it is babe?" He asked gently. "Need me to fuck you like the slut you are?"

"Fuck, yes please!"

He returned to you and gave you a few kisses, cupping your face. Letting out a deep breath he sat up. He ordered you to turn around and get down on your fours.

You turned around, ass up, resting your face on your pillow anticipating what was to come. You heard him unbuckle his belt, pull down his zipper and slip off his clothes.

He took out the lube from the bedside drawer and make sure you were both lubed up and comfortable.

You waited impatiently as he lined his cock with your entrance and started teasing your folds with his tip.

"Ughh, Alex." you whined.

You tried pushing down on him but he gripped your hips tightly and said "Fuck, you want this cock badly huh? Want me to fill your pretty cunt and fuck you silly?"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you muttered a quiet "Please.."

"Daddy'll take care of your pussy babe".

He started inserting his cock into you slowly, pulling out a moan out of you. He let you adjust to him before he started moving at a tantalizingly slow pace just to tease you. Putting one hand on your lower back and the other gripping your hip he started moving faster giving you what you needed leaving you a shaking mess.

"Alex!" You moaned loudly.

"You like that?"

"Yes, please, don't stop".

"Fuck." he moaned as he fucked into you.

"God, you're mine. Say it slut".

"I'm yours, I'm fucking yours".

Filthy noises were filling the room as he pounded into you filling you up completely. You were at his mercy.

He brought up a hand to your clit and started rubbing it, driving you crazy. His other hand smacked your ass hard, leaving an imprint.

"Fuck!" You shouted.

"I love you Alex-" "I love you too."

He knew you were getting close by the way you were slamming yourself into his cock sloppily and falling silent, your mouth forming into a 'O'.

"Are you close baby?"

You only whined, not being able to say anything. He continued fucking you and you gripped the sheets feeling yourself slowly getting closer to your climax.

"You gonna cum on my cock?"

You screamed, seeing only white, letting go on his cock, clenching and convulsing while he gripped your hip and rode you through your orgasm, still stimulating your clit.

Alex was getting close himself, your orgasm sending him over the edge. "Fuck (Y/N)!" he moaned loudly and started releasing his hot load inside you, rolling his eyes and fucking into you as he finished his climax.

It took a few moments for both of you to calm down from your high. He pulled out of you gently, admiring how his cum dripped out of you. You slumped on the bed not having an ounce of energy to do anything. He laid down beside you, heart still beating loudly. After a few minutes he asked "You okay, babe?".

"Yes." you whispered.

"Hey." he said, putting one hand on your back, urging you to turn and face him.

"Was I too rough?"

You looked into his concerned eyes and shook your head. "No, it was amazing."

He moved closer to you and kissed you gently, stroking your hair. He took you into his arms.

"So, wanna tell me what happened tonight?" You broke the silence.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you don't usually fuck me senseless. Unless I act like a brat."

He chuckled. He hesitated. "I uh-I don't know. Got jealous I guess." He muttered the last part.

"Why?"

"I don't know. That Thomas guy was all over you. Made me feel insecure."

"Babe why? It wasn't like that. He and I are friends. You have nothing to worry about."

"I know that you meant no harm (Y/N) and for you it was probably like catching up with an old friend. But I can tell when a guy has other intentions. I know men."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Not all guys are like that." Even though you knew he was probably right about him. You continued "Either way babe, you have nothing to worry about. I love you, no one else."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

You stayed like that, holding each other for a while.

Later on, you got up to clean yourselves up and took a hot shower. Afterwards you huddled yourselves in your shared covers and fell asleep in each others arms.

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #alex turner fluff #alex turner angst #fanfiction #arctic monkeys #miles kane #jamie cook #alex turner one shot #tlsp

[rottindecay]

Hobie Brown Headcannons!

just some silly stuff ! >__<

warnings: i believe none.

[this is my first time ever posting smth like this..hopefully it’s good enough.]

*Reblogs, notes n comments r much appreciated >O<!*

Starting off strong- this man definitely craves physical touch. Like have you SEEN him with the anarch-kids?

He cant live with out ur touch like seriously, it would drive this man insane.

You love your personal space? He loves yours too.

Especially out in public. This guy will have a finger around one of your belt loops/belt, holding onto your bag or hand, even has his arm snaked around your waist or shoulder. He needs your touch!!

he loves to cuddle. More of a big spoon kinda guy because he finds it funny how his body just completely takes over yours, ykwim? (If ur shorter than him ofc)

but won’t mind being little spoon fr. Loves to have his head laying on your chest as you guys sleep in each others arms.

Speaking of sleeping- he’s a really heavy sleeper.

when he sleeps he’s sprawled all over the bed so good luck trying to wake him up to give you room.

When you do try to move him, he dosent move or make room for you LMAO

he just groans before pulling you into his embrace and resting his chin on your head fast asleep with his arm around your waist.

He’s an ass lover.

Wearing shorts around the house? He’s telling you you look good in them. Bending over to pick something up? He’s playfully slapping ur ass and snickering as he does so.

Like- if your on youre phone or reading a book or whatever and your laying on your stomach, he’s gunna come over and lay his head on ur ass like a pillow and take a nap or do smth on his phone.

Same with thighs fr

When you guys are out walking around or doing something and you have back pockets, expect his hand in your pocket.

Because he could keep you close and get to feel your ass. Win win in his book!

He loves ur ass!!!!!!

He adores little trinkets.

He has them all over his house

Like the first time you walked into his house, you just saw a lot of bowls laying around in places like in his room, kitchen, living room ext with just small little knickknacks he found or bought (stole)

Loves to receive and gift them to people hes close with.

He’s like a crow honestly.

90% of the time when you guys are hugging, he would go limp out of nowhere and now here you are trying to hold up a 6’5 180 lbs guy as he’s chuckling his ass off.

Puts his arm on your shoulder or head like an armrest.

Never calls u by ur first name. always has some nickname for you like “darling” (since he’s a Brit n all) or a nickname that connects to an embarrassing moment of urs LMFAO

He’s stupidly smart but dosent put effort in it ykwim?

Same goes for cleaning like yeah he could clean it, but why would he? He knows where everything is so it’s fine.

Also loves to hug u from behind and burry his face into your neck.

Also neck kissed Are his favorite thing like cmon now.

Honestly dosent care What pronoun you use. You could call him ball/ballself and he would look over at you without batting an eye to that.

Knows how to sing, just dosent do it. But if u ask nicely he would as he strums his guitar professionally!

He snores and drools everytime he sleeps.

Also luvs to do and wash ur hair for u.

Hobie has ADHD idc argue with the wall.

If ur ever doing chores around the house he’s 100% always going to help you with whatever your doing even if it’s something as simple as sweeping the floors. He dosent want you to think your juggling to many responsibilities.

Typa guy to know a guy. He knows a lot of people.

All his fingers are decorated with rings. Once you guys start to actually get serious he would give you one of his favorite rings since he dosent believe in marriage.

It’s nothing too big though, it’s just a simple silver band that’s obviously been shown some love throughout the years.

Dosent really label your guys relationship. Why would he need to box you in like that? It’s stupid. He knows he can trust you and you can trust him so there’s no need to be calling each other “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”

Makes playlists for you and burns them into CD’s

We all know he’s alr stupidly smart, yeah? Well he was the kinda kid to always be sleeping in class, not do any work and fail it even though he was the smartest mf there.

Also hated to do homework so he didn’t do it. Who was gunna stop him? NOBODY.

Also sucks at spelling tbh

Like he dosent care abt it. “Apple” is now “aple.”

Loves to DIY stuff like clothes, pins, patches, jewelry n much more!

He’s punk so he obviously listens to punk music, but he also listens to more than that. He hates consistency !!

I think he would be a really good cook he just won’t put effort in exploring that part of him LMAO

he obviously has really good sense of style. I think a lot of people forget he was FORMALLY A RUNWAY MODEL. HELLOOOO???

So if he sees shitty quality clothes, hes gunna point it out to you and suggest something else.

When being taken out on dates he dosent really do anything fancy, not his style yk?

But he does take you out on the most amazing places only a few know.

Shows you the coolest pubs hidden in alleyways, site seeing, walking around London in his dimension and just little fun activities.

(maybe even steal from big corporations too.)

#i love him #hobie x reader #hobie brainrot #hobie brown #headcannons #hobie headcanons #hobie brown headcanons #atsv #astv hobie #brain rot #!!!!!!!!!1 #across the spiderverse #zombie #deadspiders23 #Spotify

[bizarrelittlemew]

okay. i just watched the movie Snakeskin (2001). i bought a physical dvd in the year of our lord 2024 because Taika has 6.5 minutes of screentime in it. and now i'm sitting here trying to process wtf i just watched asjdhfdjsk so here are the highlights (thank you Meow @blakbonnet for going through this experience with me)

first of all, enjoy these screenshots from the trailer (i'm still not sure if they're mandatory disclaimers?):

...but say yes to snake imagery, because there will be a lot of it

we are definitely in 2001. this is extremely apparent throughout the whole movie. but especially from this girl's hair

Taika's character (Nelson) and his girlfriend (Daisy, pictured above) drive around in a repurposed ice cream truck and sell drugs btw. it's called Mr. Trippy.

main character Alice (Melanie Lynskey) is a huge fan of ✨America✨. her best friend is in love with her but she only wants Bad Boys. also said friend's name is Johnny but it's actually Craig

ALSO Craig-slash-Johnny is played by Dean O'Gorman (Fili)??!?!?!?

their hobby is to drive around picking up hitchhikers but only those who look not boring

enter The American. this guy is the most American you have ever seen. americans wish they could be as American as this guy. no one else has ever Americaned harder.

as you can see, i'm not lying. he even says "howdy ma'am" so we're convinced he is a real American

three skinheads are after The American because he stole their drugs (i think). he also stole drugs from Nelson and Daisy, who now owe money and/or drugs to their boss, who also has beef with The American for reasons i'm still not totally sure of

The American not only steals drugs and money, he also has a real gun(!!!) and fucks pretty much everyone?

"darlin'. u gotta earn the raaaiht. ter wear snakeskins 😎"

oh my god the sunglasses emoji just reminded me of the fucking sunglasses oh no i'm not sure i can do this akjsdhjsk this will make sense later i promise

do not learn gun safety from this movie

at one point, there is a whole lotta sheep. we are, after all, in Aotearoa New Zealand. and ok this had the cutest moment of Taika yelling "SHEEPY" out of a car

there's a scene where uhm. uhhh no not gonna describe this i think but. yeah fair warning this movie has some period-typical homophobia let's just say 💀 this is the live reaction:

MOVING ON

if you enjoy the 2000s aesthetic of "look how edgy we are doing drugs" *colorful-haired people on couches in dark club* *echo-y laugh* *hallucinations* *it's mushrooms look it's mushrooms we're doing psychedelics* then this is the movie for you my friend

oh and Alice also did acid at some point while being very "i've totally done drugs before" about it (((doubt)))

GIRL GET UP FROM THAT DIRTY BATHROOM FLOOR

[New Zealand accent] "wow. six and acid." yes she is living all her american dreams as you can see

by nighttime, all three cars (main characters, mr. trippy, and the nazimobile) and the motorcycle (mr. drug boss) have made it pretty far up the mountain, it seems. cute moment between mr. drug boss and nelson. look how :D he is!

but you know a movie with Taika in it needs to have a father figure talk down to him so he gets very 🥺 right after this

lots of shit goes down (i won't spoil too much if by any chance you still want to watch this) and it turns out that the older skinhead guy is the best actor in the movie??

and NOW things get weird

Craig and The American have so much beef by now that they decide to solve it by russian roulette

Alice's reaction to this is something like "ugh, you guys are crazy, i can't watch this 🙄"

like she just walks away?? GIRL THEY'RE AIMING A REAL GUN AT EACH OTHER

she keeps COMPLETELY UNDERREACTING TO WHAT IS HAPPENING like (spoilers from now on) CRAIG IS SHOT AND KILLED and she doesn't even run over and she doesn't even say anything to The American?? WHO SHOT HIM???? he's just standing there??

and then. AND THEN.

ok this is where i fully lost it for several minutes and missed half the following scene. i was fucking HOWLING like actually crying with laughter, i couldn't see or breathe and my partner got worried ksjdhfdjsk ok so here's what happens

they're in the car. craig is obviously very dead. alice is kinda in denial i guess. The American tells her to shut his eyes and she's like why? BECAUSE HE DEAD GIRL!! but she doesn't, she doesn't shut his eyes, no, this is what she does instead

I COULD BARELY MAKE THIS GIF BECAUSE I KEPT LAUGHING TO THE POINT OF TEARS

NOT THE SUNGLASSES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. THE UNTAPPED MEME POTENTIAL HERE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS

ANYWAY shortly after this we hear one of the funniest lines in the movie (and it's not even about the shooting and killing of Craig):

"fuck, Seth! this isn't fucking America, you can't just go around shooting everybody!"

oh yeah The American does have a name and it's Seth

i'll just post a few chat screenshots for the next part because i can't really describe it, i promise we're almost at the end

after some incredible visual effects™️, we end with Return of the Sunglasses (and me scaring my cats away because i was sobbing again)

i haven't even really talked about Taika's scenes much (the reason i watched this in the first place) because the ending took me OUT and honestly he is maybe the most normal person in this whole movie. one review (from the trailer) wrote this:

and yeah that may honestly be the best way to describe it. 10/10 movie watching experience, highly recommend. thank you for coming to my snek talk

#snakeskin (2001) #ida.stuff #🐭📓 #anyway if you still wanna watch this movie hit me up lmao #i recommend drinking #but seriously i will go to bed now it's past midnight but i had to get this out #taika waititi

[lilmashae]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ ateez buying... — c.s, j.w, p.s

yall alr know i love when mfs buy me shit...

cw: really more so suggestive however... petnames, pleasure piercings, toys, honestly pretty vanilla, non!idol au, black!reader (?) i don't ever proofread nun of dis, don't lemme catch you lurkin (suggestive? so 18+!!)

a/n: drabble! couldn't pick between wooyoung, san, or seonghwa for this so i'm writing for all of them cause this is sum real shit.

wooyoung

we already know that wooyoung is practically shameless: so just imagine how shameless he is when it comes to buying you things, whatever it may be.

more specifically i believe he'd buy you all sorts of sex-toys, no shame whats-so-ever. the variety of products is so insane, ranging from plain dildos to the most wild shit you've ever seen. now, of course because he's shameless he's buying these "toys" 100% for his own pleasure. obviously he wants you to get off--but i'm telling you, curiosity and shamelessness are certainly an interesting combination with him.

"wooyoung!" you shout as you walk through the door, kicking off your shoes and putting down your purse. "i'm home! where are you, baby?" turning the corner you jump as he suddenly appears in-front of you, arms open, "y/n! i missed you so much, honey. i was thinking of you all day--"

and once he said that you knew where he was headed. not even 5 minutes after you walk into the door he has you spread out on the bed with a line up of sex toys he's ready to test out.

he has you pressed into his chest while he teases your clit with a vibrator, the other hand holding a giant dildo that he's shoving into you like there's no tomorrow.

he's restless, slamming and snapping it into you. wooyoung calls out to you in the most agonizing way, speaking so casually as if hes not basically fucking you.

"so, honey~ i was thinking of ordering out tonight for dinner... what do you think?"

san

i feel like san truly just wants to admire you. now, i'm not a big fan of it, but he'd buy you lingerie, he wants you to feel beautiful (even when he's pounding into you).

most of he time it's not even in a sexual context... he could just be shopping at the mall and see something he thinks you'd like: shoes, jewelry, clothes, and of course "the prettiest lingerie for the prettiest girl in the world!" and that's what he said every time he bought you something new.

i wouldn't call him shameless, but he's definitely not embarrassed. which he shouldn't be! he's just buying something a little extra to show how much he loves you (if him saying it 1,000 times wasn't enough). i feel like he'd lowkey ask the shop workers // owners about the materials and the product. only the best for you, wants to make sure if you're going to wear it you're comfortable! he 100% walks throughout the store snapping photos of different articles and sending them to you. it doesn't even have to be lingerie, sometimes it's just a cute little panty, it doesn't matter to him though because he thinks you're beautiful either way.

you two had been at it for hours, him still buried deep inside of you: still splitting you in half with his heavy length. "you look so pretty, baby." he'd say, trailing little, soft kisses along your neck before whispering in your ear. "go on, look at yourself." pressing his fingers flat across your tongue he'd reach for your chin before gently forcing you to look up into the mirror in front of you. "look at my pretty girl... all fucked out, already?" his free hand snaked around your waist as he continued thrusting into you. yeah, you definitely were fucked out, but you also didn't want him stopping anytime soon and neither did he. and its all because no matter how much he tries to deny it (he will NEVER try to deny it) he knows he likes seeing you like this: with your hair all messy (bonnet damn near sliding off), cute little panties pulled to the side, and your tits nearly spilling out of the matching top.

seonghwa

seonghwa didn't really "buy it for you" but in a way it IS for you, right? after-all he had thought about you while waiting to get his tongue pierced.

we've all seen hwa's tongue, not to mention his lips--so you were already more than satisfied with just his mouth but like i mean... double the pleasure?

he didn't tell you about it of course, it was meant to be a surprise. you found out when you were kissing him goodnight and he somehow managed to slip his tongue into your mouth. you were beyond shocked feeling the slightly warm metal brush past your lips, so much so you slightly hesitated before deciding to explore for yourself. and obviously exploration and curiosity go hand in hand.

you were a little upset you didn't realize sooner, a bit shamed you didn't pay well enough attention to your boyfriend. but, he reassured you that it was okay by submerging his head (and new tongue piercing) inside of you.

i can't finish😭, im experiencing jetlag but i love u guys n wanna upload as often as i can anyways. i promise ill make it up to u all 🩷

please send requests with diff characters and anyone else you want me to write for!! include prompts if you want ml

#lil-ma-shae #fanfiction #smut #fem!reader #wooyoung #seonghwa #san #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez #waterbomb #park seonghwa #choi san #jung wooyoung #black!reader #seonghwa x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #please someone help me

[poeticandors]

congrats on 5k queen <3

can i have the “can i go down on you?” and “is this ok?” with steve harrington please? lots of love :)!

Thank you so much! SO sorry this took forever 🥺

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ content, cunnilingus

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You couldn’t believe it. You wanted somebody to pinch you because there was no way that this was happening. There was no way that you— you of all people— were actually making out with Steve Harrington. 

Steve pulls back from your lips, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your jaw down to your neck. A soft gasp pushes past your lips, and you find yourself tilting your head back to allow him more access. 

“Is this okay?” Steve mutters against your skin, one of his arms snaking around your waist as the other rests on your thigh. 

“Yes…” you breathe out a whisper, closing your eyes. 

It was okay— it was definitely okay. You’ve heard the stories about Steve. How he was a good fuck and knew what he was doing. That he knew how to take care of whomever got lucky enough to sleep with him. 

Had someone told you that a few months ago you would end up in Steve’s bed, making out as he held you close to him, you probably wouldn’t have believed them. There was no way that the guy who barely spared you a glance in high school had asked you to go out with him. In fact, you never would’ve thought that you would have one date with him, let alone three. 

Yeah, yeah, it had only been three dates. As soon as you got back in the car with him after a fun night of dinner and skating at the roller rink, you knew that the night wasn’t over. When he stared at you, the glint in his eye was hard to miss. The tension between you both was thick, and before you knew it, you were leaning over to kiss him. This led to a long makeout session, only stopping when Steve pulled back and asked if you wanted to keep going. 

Of course you said yes. 

Steve sucks a light mark on the skin of your neck, before he moves down to trail soft kisses along your collarbone. His hand moves inward from your thigh, going straight to your pussy as he groans. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” 

He pulls back and you can see the same look of desire in his eyes from before. 

“Can I go down on you?” He asks, and you never thought you would ever hear those words come out of Steve Harrington’s mouth and be directed to you. 

“...Yeah. Yep,” you nod eagerly. “You can.” 

He grins, before leaning down to kiss you once more, and begins kissing his way down your body. His lips felt so addictive as they led a path down to your aching cunt, which was waiting to be touched. 

Steve settles between your legs, pushing them further apart as he groans. “Jesus, babe. You look so fuckin’ hot with your legs open like this.” 

“Steve,” you whine.

He delves in, licking a long stripe as your breath catches in your throat, only for a moan to escape. Steve’s arm comes up under your thigh as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing the other thigh further apart to gain more access to your wet pussy. 

Your hand grips the sheet, and you get lost in the pleasure of Steve licking, sucking, and kissing with every movement. All you could think of was how good Steve’s mouth felt– how you wanted to feel more of him. 

Steve makes work on your clit, his tongue rolling against it as you feel the hot pressure begin to form inside you. You can’t help but roll your hips against his mouth, trying to match the movement of his tongue. 

He groans, sucking on your clit before pulling back slightly. “You taste so good. You know that?” 

“Fuck– Steve, don’t stop. I’m so close,” you all but beg, moving your hand to his head as you guide him back to your cunt. Your fingers tangle in his hair and he continues lapping at your wetness, bringing you closer and closer to your high. 

Your back arches, and you feel a tremor move throughout your body as your orgasm hits you hard, releasing a series of moans and cries. Steve licks you up eagerly before he pulls back, and you fall slack on the mattress, panting as you feel him move over you. 

Steve kisses your chest, moving to your neck, until finally his lips connect with yours. Tasting yourself on him, you cup the back of his head to deepen the kiss. 

He pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against yours. “Ready for more?”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington #steve harrington x female!reader #st drabble #steve harrington imagine #stranger things

[doriandrifting]

The ending of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes goes so hard, and I need to speak on it lest I combust. (SPOILERS!!!)

I know it’s left ambiguous as to what happened, but my interpretation of the ending is that Snow was paranoid and slipping into that mentality he frequently does throughout the book where he twists the narrative to clean his hands of his wrongdoings. The way that we know Lucy Gray killed so few people in the games, most of whom were already suffering or in self defense, but all of a sudden she’s this monster who was preying on the weak? Or how she’s framed as evil for the (nonvenomous) snake trick against the Mayor’s daughter who literally had her sent to the games? Yeah, Snow was spiraling so hard.

That said, Lucy Gray definitely caught onto what was happening with Snow. For starters, when they start running away, Snow tells her that he has no choice, but tries to cover it with some flattery. Then he obviously fucks up by saying “three killings” were enough for him. The way Lucy won’t let it go is already setting up what’s about to happen. And once they get to the cabin, and the murder weapon is there, and Snow asks to keep the guns, the alarm bells are ringing double time, and she knows she’s got to get out of there. Even if he wouldn’t kill her now, the fact that he could kill “his brother” is enough for her.

Afterwards, I think Lucy Gray is hiding like she does in the games, figuring that she can wait him out, but then he’s got a gun and isn’t leaving—in fact he’s calling out for her. The more erratic his behavior becomes, she realizes she has no choice but to run. But Snow told her earlier that her scarf would be terrible for hiding in, and remembering that, she drops it. It’s not a trap—the doctor later confirms that black snakes are everywhere in district twelve when it starts raining and it was nonvenomous; that doesn’t line up with her wanting to kill him. And the singing Lucy Gray does in hopes that the birds catching her song will cover the sound of movement, and it appears to work because Snow never finds any evidence of her. And she didn’t circle back around to the cabin like he claims she must have—more proof that a lot of this is in his head.

While there are moments where it becomes clear that Lucy Gray has a lot of hidden depths, Snow’s characterization of her feels like a desperate attempt to absolve himself for attempting to kill her. Even his internal monologue is shakey, vacillating between wondering why she’s running and why he can’t find it in himself to put the gun down. And a similar thing happens leading up to, during, and after Sejanus’ death. Snow says he’ll be happy to have him out of his hair, then he’s regretful and never wanted to see him dead, but also, wait, Sejanus definitely deserved it, and in fact it was gracious of Snow to offer him a second chance which he destroyed. In his mind, no matter what, he has to remain “pure as the driven snow.”

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes spoilers #reentering my hunger games era #need my book club friends to finish so I can rant irl as well #tbosbas #Lucy Gray Baird #Coriolanus Snow #tbosas #hunger games prequel

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

💻 ― excellent writing

🌼 ― creative headcanons

🎙️ ― great to talk to

📚 ― nice threads to read

🎀 ― all-around kind person

🥇 ― well-developed oc

😍 ― admiring from afar

📌 ― a staple on the dash

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

Yeah fuck you, ilu bitch (:<

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

── For this I've decided to talk a little about @bells-of-black-sunday because he deserves it and also because his blog is just generally an all around treat that excels in multiple areas!

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

── While they've recently gone dash-only, their carrd (or one of three - he's working on more because he's insane) is wonderfully put together, and so is his pinned post!

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

── Spük has a really amazing way of writing Tarhos and Danny in ways that both treat them as humans but also does not dance around the atrocities both of these characters have done. Both of these characters are expanded upon in a realistic way that fits both of their personalities. It also ties together loose strings for their lore - particularly in regards to Danny's lack of mother and Tarhos' complicated relationship with violence.

💻 ― excellent writing

── This goes without saying, if you're on my blog you've seen Spük's writing at least a few times a week LOL - his writing is really inspirational to me and is a big part of the reason I write so much. He has a very blunt way of writing which I appreciate, but there's a good bit of prose sprinkled throughout that really makes it enjoyable and easily understood for me and my dyslexic ass.

🌼 ― creative headcanons

── THISSSSS!!! Spük and I talk so much about their muses and headcanons about their lore and each one is like a gourmet meal served on a silver platter for me. This semi - relates to the point I made above about how he can tie together loose lore really well, Danny's lack of mother turning into abandonment issues and Tarhos' violence being a coping mechanism because its the only constant in his life? MAN - GOOOOOD fucking food all around. Don't even get me started on Karthus - LJFDGNFK HE'S SO ... SO ... Look I just love the entire idea of corruption through religion -- also modern verse being this bored asf British Ghost who smokes weed is the funniest shit to me idc.

🎙️ ― great to talk to/🎀 ― all-around kind person

── We legit talk from morning to night about everything, not only as a writer but as a person Spük has a wonderful personality. He's very kind and genuinely one of the most understanding, sweet people I've been lucky to meet. He's always eager to help flesh out other people's muses and plot too! I definitely recommend speaking to him ooc - he's just such a sweetie pie.

📚 ― nice threads to read

── Spük puts so much effort into each piece of writing he does, and it really shines through in how his long - form threads read and connect together. I won't lie and say that I don't ocassionally re-read our threads and kick my feet like a schoolgirl but thats besides the point. Each interaction on his blog is thought out beautifully and carefully, and they genuinely have some wild twists and turns throughout.

🥇 ― well-developed oc

── He has quite a few OCs on his blog, but Aita and Yijun are so wildly creative to me and they're both such deep, yet funny, characters. Aita's story is such a relatable tale for many of us, and I feel connected to him in how he feels in relation to his family and life's pressures. He just feels like a very realistic train-crash of emotions that have gathered up over time and I genuinely hope he can heal. Yijun on the other hand is a bitch and I also love them - the idea of turning a demon into a snake oil salesman that uses TikTok and social media as a way to form a pseudo cult is so fucking SMART and such an innovative way to explore demonic intentions. Plus he's just so ... mean? It's comical how bitchy he is - plus his relationship with Abel!!! AAAA!

😍 ― admiring from afar

── Not me peepin his blog daily for any missed updates -

📌 ― a staple on the dash

── Probably embarrassing to say but Spük is one of the first people I look for on my dash, they're such a huge part of it and I'm so invested in everything they make that I can't really imagine it without them on it. At that rate I'll just delete - NJKDHKJG this is a joke obviously but I really cannot picture the dash without him on it. He's so sweet, caring, has great writing and amazing art - how could I NOT want to see him popping up on my homepage everday? His content is a BUFFET.

#mun speaks #𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. #bells of black sunday #hemoplagued

[nonbinarycrybaby]

Hq head cannons<33

(Remember, I can’t read or write properly so this definitely has some errors)

(Slight mentions of edging and kinks but overall Kuroo being a dumb fuck)

I refuse to argue the fact that Kuroo is clumsy as a BITCH and that always leads to a mess…

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Your lovely boyfriend has busted his ass down in ten different ways….and not in a good way.

“Y/nnnnnnNnnnNnnnnNnn~” the human shadow hedgehog slurs in a tired state while trying to find you all throughout the house. You’ve been in your room for the entire day because energy was just not on your side today. You were just completely defeated into your blanket on the floor, dozed out as ever.

The door slams opens but you had no reaction since this wasn’t the first time Kuroo had his needy hour, “Y. N.”

Take note, your blanket is oversized as hell so it just looks like y’all left the blanket on the floor after you two fu-. You lie there motionless trying to avoid containment(cuddles) because as we establish before, energy said fuck you.

He looks around the room snaking in every hiding spots he can and SOMEHOW steps over you a few times.

In defeat he loudly groans and whines, “baby please-“ before he can get a word out he trips over the unseen lump on the floor. Based on his panic and AMAZING instincts he grabs onto everything he can…..and by everything I mean all of the items that were placed on your desk. Yeah, great move dude but how did you still end up on the floor?

You jump from the jolt that was shoved up you spine and the loud sounds of clattering.

Removing the blanket from over your head you ask in a annoyed but shocked tone, “TETSU WHAT IN THE JOLLY GOOD JESUS DID YOU DO-…..Tetsurou.”

He quickly gets up to pick whatever he knocked down until the dumbass accidentally eyes the HORRIFYINGLY EXPENSIVE headset you bought…..broken.

He knows he fucked, he KNOWS this will cost him more than more itself.

“B-baby I-“

Before your husband could even speak you walk out the room.

You act out your most sweetest love spiked voice and slur, “It’s fine darling, I have a solution to fix this.”

You’re at your breaking point.

He’s scared. HORRIFIED as hell because you’ve never used that type of voice when he got in trouble. The more he thought about it the more he calm down because his mind was low key racing with the most kinkiest thoughts possible. Kuroo was thinking with his dick which was NOT helping his outcome. The only time you used that voice was when you took control in bed. He softened his eyes at the thought of you edging him again, he couldn’t lie. He wanted to see what you had planned for him. Kinky bitch.

Just as Kuroo was about to fall flat on the bed he heard you skipping down the hall. He sits up like it was a command while a smirk was growing on his face. You open the door with something behind your back.

“Y/n…..what solutions did you have for me? Is this punishment?”

You slowly walk over to him avoiding eye contact, still singing in that poisonous voice, “You can say punishment but it’ll leave a permanent mark. Not that you’ll be there to notice it of course.”

“Oh” he mumbles, “Marking are we? What’s behind your back baby?”

“A knife, I told you I had a solution. Bitch I’m going to use your funeral expenses for my new headset that cost me AN ARM-”

“Y/N PLEASE-“

(I did this at 3am please forgive me if this seems rushed)

#hq hcs #hq headcanons #hq drabbles #hq smut #kuroo drabble #kuroo scenarios #kuroo smut #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou

[lucky-draws]

hi lisette. please give me your bingo opinion on REVOLVER OCELOT from METAL GEAR SOLID

hello animalscamo "grace" "weezer" snake. i will gladly give you my opinion on REVOLVER OCELOT from METAL GEAR SOLID.

UMMM SO...where do i even BEGIN....i could talk abt my precious ocie for hours xD <3 no but erm seriously good god. i've never liked a character as much as ocie before. like i dont have brainrot of this level for anyone else like i dont usually give a shit but for him? i do. he lives in my mind. there's like a little room for him inside my skull like fully furnished with a little sofa + tv for him to watch westerns on.

(gonna do a read more bc im probably going to write a novel's worth of insanity.)

i put he's a blorbo but not in an i want to fuck him way just in a he's my friend and he's a funny little man that i love to see way. i want to carry him in a handbag like a dog yes but also scrunch him up like a sheet of paper and throw him in the bin but also carry him in my pocket like a doormouse and feed him crumbs.

i put he needs more screen time bc why wasn't he in peace walker :( he should have been on that beach instead of nasty kaz :( (i am only half joking i wish he was in peace walker but it's fine i can rotate my own idea of 70s ocelot in my mind.)

i half filled in everything i like abt them isn't canon because admittedly sometimes i think about him too much in relation to big boss. big bosselot even. and in general i think i have created my own specific ocie and my own "headcanons" if i can use that word about him HOWEVER.

well. i think i've said enough really. i tried to be normal. i wasn't. there's a lot more Thoughts i have that i can't quite articulate. but yeah. um. <3

canon ocelot on his own is just a fucking epic character. like he's so cringe and funny and such a cartoon villain whilst at the same time being highly intelligent/powerful/mastermind megamind quintuple agent etc. mgs3 ocelot is so horrible and silly but it's like this contrast of. he's 19 or 20 or whatever and acts it, he acts like an insufferable brat and is so silly in his meowing and his pridefulness but then it's like. his fucking MOM who he doesn't KNOW is his mom is being fucking killed amidst all this. killed by the very same dude that he's got this insane childish crush on. it's just the ridiculous tragedy of it all for me !

also i just LOVE his mannerisms. like his finger guns/arm flourishes are so STUPID but so endearing. he's really just a joy to behold.

i put got done dirty by fans because i guess i dont like to see him uke-fied (or woobified in a way that isn't the way that i (correctly) woobify him) and made to be a blushing little maiden when he's like . not that. like even in a sort of bosselot context it's like. it's the fact that he's this cold, uncaring, double crossing spy who kills in cold blood and has a torture fetish and is just as dangerous in fact MORE DANGEROUS than big boss . and yet. his (canon basically?) motivations are because he never got over his teen crush. because somehow, throughout all his double crossing and billion different affiliations, he's doing it all for one (1) person. which. ironically. is kind of the very definition of "loyalty to the end". but while he has the intelligence to see through any need to be loyal to a country/government, or to any organisation, he doesn't have the moral desire to fight for anything or anyone good. so he fights for big boss. (AND FOR WHAT? like he doesn't even get anything for it in canon. big boss doesnt give a shit. so he's somehow "selflessly" doing all the shit he does. expecting no reward. like it's the weird martyrness of it all. big boss as the devil and ocelot as his evil apostle. idk. sorry. im not being normal.)

he also fights for himself of course because he enjoys murder and evilness and misogyny and well i mean he needs to get the money for his authentic vintage cowboy boots from somewhere and well the patriots are very rich or so ive heard. a secret billion dollars in an underground vault or something. so yeah he's simply the worst BUT he's such a fucking funny stupid meowing cowboy also . he has the RANGE!!! he deserves to rot in hell but he's also my best friend in the world and i feed him kibble.

ALSO ALSO i forgot to mention but just on a purely aesthetic like character design level i can't help but enjoy his fucking stupid dinky red scarf and gloves and cowboy drip like it's just FUN to draw him.

put simply, he is my silly boy. i guess i cannot put it more succinctly than that !

#THANK YOU AND SORRY. hehehehehe. ocie <3 <3 #thank you animals camo . #lisette mumbles

[jackienautism]

What do you think about the werewolf blood lore in the Quarry. I think it’s stupid imo

like. i assume you mean how werewolves won't kill / eat someone just because they're infected / have werewolf blood? if that's not what you mean then that's my bad, please lmk what you do though!

but honestly i havent really thought abt that part of the lore? mainyl bc it really isn't that... important. and you don't even GET to see it in some maybe even most playthroughs. but i guess that just answers it for me, it's definitely a neat little detail if you end up getting / seeing it in game, but overall i don't think it was necessary? in the grand scheme of things, it's just, i dont know, it's just there. it's neat if it happens unexpectedly, but i suppose for what it is, it's not huge or important

that and like, before i say more, does abi get infected by kaylee in chapter 3? bc then it'd make sense why nick still attacks her in ch 6 even if shes bitten previously. due to kaylee being shot by silver before that scene takes place. but if it's not kaylee... then how come nick is able to kill her? wouldn't he smell(?) her werewolf blood and leave?

i guess that's another one of my criticisms for it, it's just... it's rather inconsistent? bc why would it only be put into effect when the infected person is JUST about to turn? since they're gonna have werewolf blood regardless of when they turn right? bc based on when this sort of thing happens in game, werewolves only back off when the person (dylan, kaitlyn etc) visibly looks infected. but like ??????? why? does it take a certain amount of time for the Werewolf to enter the blood stream? is that why and when people turn? is it just when the werewolf bite finally makes itself into the rest of the body? since it'd make sense due to there not being an exact science to how long it takes someone to turn... but if that's the case, why wasn't that explained more? does that even make sense biology wise?

LIKE OK. since we know that werewolves use their sense of smell in order to tell whether someone is one of them or not (think, infected kaitlyn and turned caleb in ch 10), so wouldn't they tell even if the person has been infected for just a little while? bc i can't imagine their smell being bad at all, due to being similar to dogs / wolves and all. but ????????? i guess they're only able to tell when the infected blood has spread itself throughout most of the body who the fuck knows. bc the same thing happens w/ rust and snake bites right? both take a bit to spread throughout the body... soooo is it assumed the same shit happens w/ werewolves and their bites? but how come they can't tell after initially being infected? is their sense of smell isn't as great as i think it is?

bc like. ryan can be killed by chris in ch 9 despite being infected by laura, and emma can be bit by that werewolf (silas? idr) in ch 6 despite being potentially infected by max previously. but i suppose they don't necessarily smell them beforehand? but wouldn't they be able to regardless of the time that has passed????? bc it's still gonna be in your blood / body regardless right?

AND OH I THINK I FOINALLY REALIZED WHAT YOU MEAN. LIKE. BEING ABLE TO JUST PUT WEREWOLF BLOOD ON YOUR FACE TO AVOID BEING KILLED YEAH? yeah i guess that's sort of stupid jndgjkfg i once again don't really have much to say bc i haven't rly thought abt it much. but once again again, it's sort of similar to what i said previously abt the other part of the blood lore, it's cool ig uess, but it isn't necessarily striking to me. it IS neat however thinking this character is gonna die bc you fucked up but they actually DONT..... in that case i like it, bc it's like. you assunme getting someone infected is a bad thing yeah? and i suppose overall it is, but in little cases, such as kaitlyn and dylan's, it ends up saving you! so that's fun

it def is more stupid that it plays the same effect as werewolf blood physically in someone's system though. but i suppose the smell would be stronger if it's just In The Open and On someone's face? i dont know man fdnfkgdf im so sorry i went all over the place here. you got me reeaaally interested in how it all works

#asks #anon #the quarry #mine #text #my thoughts #my TQ tag #TQ

[bylightofdawn]

You ever get reminded of a band you haven't listened to in a couple of years and then realize holy shit you used to love this group and immediately go on a binge listen of their whole discography. LOL

I got reminded of Hollywood Undead who I shit you not, fifteen years ago I would have never even clicked on one of their videos because they are rap-rock/nu-metal/industrial something band. They've kinda moved more into the nu-metal and rock over their earlier industrial hip-hop start I'd say. Because I used to be that asshole who was all 'Nah I don't listen to rap' and someone just needs to go back in time and smack me upside the head for letting my preconceptions just write off an entire genre of music.

Cause hip-hop can fucking slap. And I definitely dig the whole rap-rock/nu metal scene. It's interesting to see how my musical tastes have evolved over the years.

Anyway so I've been listening to their New Empire albums today at work and they're not bad, I think i definitely prefer Notes From the Underground and Day of the Dead more. That used to be my go-to I am pissed off and just want to rock out albums. But yeah they apparently have put out three albums in the past like...two odd years. LOL I guess they were working hard during COVID.

I'm about to start Hotel Kalifornia but I'm definitely going to go back and re-listen to Notes from the Underground/Day of the Dead tomorrow at work. I don't think it's gonna happen just because I can't split my attention enough to listen to them in one ear and customer's in another like I can with more laid back lo-fi music which just kinda fades until it's background noise. Pffft.

But yeah, I think I've gotten to an age where I'm willing to just give up all preconceived notions on entertainment and just fuck it, I'll give it a try. I still maintain a lot of modern country can be trash but that might be my inner Texan and having that shit shoved down my throat 24/7 for decades talking. However, even then there are some gems to be found and I still love old outlaw country.

EDIT: Hotel Kalifornia is DEFINITELY a lot better than New Empire Vol 1 & 2. Also? World War Me might be my new Locus theme song.

"I'd rather be dead than some page in some book That burns to the fire 'cause the devil I admire And I wanna watch it burn higher and higher Now I'm the only one that I have left to fear And one of us is gonna die, I'll die right here Let the cowardly speak so the cowardly sleep I am not you, no, you are not me It's an eye for an eye, now no one can see No reflection has meaning, the cracks that I leave Even when I sleep, I die in my dreams Put that noose around my neck, I don't want you to breathe."

That kinda sums up his toxic as fuck relationship with Felix and the identity crisis and all the shit he is going through throughout most of the Chorus Trilogy. Him tying to come to terms with Locus the Solider and Samuel Ortez who he has shoved into the back of the closet and tried to kill off for years and how he kinda reconciles the two parts of himself right before he cuts loose some much-needed dead weight aka gave Felix the boot

"I pray that you stay away You speak with the tongue of a snake Baptized in a shallow lake I hate myself when I see your face"

-coughcoughfelixcoughcough- Also just....that entire stanza. Just....all of it is -chef kiss-

Also ironically, Kill Everyone by Hollywood Undead's Nots from the Underground is one of my Felix theme songs.

#hollywood undead #el's many and varied tastes in music #no one is allowed to peek at my youtube or spotify history. #red vs blue #red vs blue locus #red vs blue felix #Youtube

[silkscream]

Could you do a blurb for the 500 celebration, with Peter asking the reader if she wanna have sex, cause they haven't done it before

oh, he'd be so much needier than he usually is. the two of you are on his bed on some weeknight after you'd just done hours and hours of studying, and now you're about ready to climb onto his lap. which you basically do, crawling on all fours with a sigh as your frame hits his, planking on top of him with your arms around his neck and your nose nuzzled in his ear.

"you good?" he chuckles, nuzzling your nose with his own. you mumble something unintelligible, probably complaining about your workload but humming softly in pleasure when you feel his arms snake over your waist so that he rubs your back. "babe, what movie do you wanna watch?"

more mumbling from you. so he takes matters into his own hands, considering you won't budge, and puts his laptop on top of your back, looking at netflix options through your hair covering his view. you're ready to shift back to a normal position but when you move, you feel his breath hitch. peter gulps uncomfortably, trying to stay casual as if your movements didn't just give him the biggest hard-on.

you pick a cheesy chick flick for the entertainment of it and he's quiet. peter usually talks throughout every movie you watch together -- during the last star wars movie you had to shove popcorn into his mouth so he'd shut up and not accidentally spoil anything for you. he's uncharacteristically still as well, only stroking your back very softly. when you move closer to him, you swing a leg over his, inadvertently grazing his inner thighs. he huffs a frustrated sigh and shifts the both of you completely so that you're being spooned while the laptop is on the side of you.

"msorry, just trying to get comfy," he mumbles. but he's so... antsy. he won't stop moving now, very clearly craving friction between his lower half and any part of your body. when you wiggle yourself closer into the hollow of his chest, you almost hear a whine.

"peter parker, do you want something?" you turn your head and tease him, grinning.

"huh? no. do you? are you-- are you, um, hungry?"

"no, but it seems like you are."

"no..."

you scoff, pausing the movie and turning around to face him. he likes how you look like this, hair strewn around his pillow with your big eyes looking up at him like you're challenging him. (you definitely are).

"i know how stressed you've been today, is there anything i can do for you?" you coo, stroking his hair. you get close enough to nibble on his ear.

"uh, um..."

"you can use your words, can't you, petey?"

"i'm... trying to be good right now," he coughs awkwardly. your eyes light up at his desire. he's so cute when he's vulnerable, trying to hide his hard-on and looking away from your face so he can make the thoughts of you dissipate in his mind. thoughts of you underneath him, writhing, wailing his name.

"mmm, i see," you nod, pulling at his hoodie strings. you release from his grasp, getting up to fix your sweater. "i'm getting kinda tired, pete."

"but we just started the movie!"

"we can finish it another time," you shrug, smiling at him sweetly. "why? did you want to do something else?"

he's desperate now, breath heaving as heat rises to his cheeks.

"yeah," he whispers. his voice is so small it almost sounds like a whine.

"yeah?" you taunt. "what's this big secret, huh? you can't tell me?"

instead of answering, he leaps off of his bed to kiss you more passionately than he ever has in your relationship. sure, there were heated moments, but the two of you had never gone all the way before. you and peter were both nervous. but all of that seemed to be suspended now, an afterthought. because now, peter's gripping your face with his strong hands like he needs you to breathe.

"tell me, peter," you whisper into his mouth.

"i... i wanna fuck you really bad," he whines. "been driving me insane all day, i could fucking smell you."

your giggle almost sounds condescending. you respond to his statement by kissing him hard again, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth.

holy shit.

"wanna fuck you, too, peter."

"yeah?" he whispers, his teeth on your neck.

"yeah," you breathe. "gonna do something about it?"

he whimpers in your mouth when you pull his hair hard. you can feel his bulge through his sweatpants and against your bare thigh, and god, does it make you the tiniest bit feral. but control keeps you at bay. you want to hear him ask for it.

"gotta ask for what you want, peter."

"i need you," he rasps. "can i fuck you? please?"

"mm," you hum in response, nodding. the smile on your face is pure bliss. "wanna know how much i want you?"

"how much?" he pulls back, his curls floppy over his forehead since you'd mussed up his hair. he already looks like he's about to come undone and you've barely touched him. you take his hand and guide it to the bottom of your shorts and through your underwear. his eyes widen at the feeling of your wet heat.

"that much."

his gaze changes, honey-brown eyes darkening to cocoa as if the lights are dimming by themselves. the salacious look on his face is everything you'd ask for. you wonder what else you could do to rile him up even further.

"fuck. you're so... jesus christ. get on the bed for me, baby."

___

a/n: wasn't sure if you wanted full smut but I wrote this as a lil treat <3 ty for your request! lmk if a part 2 would be desired!

#peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker drabble #peter parker blurb #spiderman x you #500 #blurb

[helliontherapscallion]

I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission 

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week 

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get 

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm. 

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.” 

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that 

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely 

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record. 

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up. 

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car 

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes. 

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him. 

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!” 

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone. 

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car. 

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling. 

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.” 

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time 

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat. 

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror. 

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front. 

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles. 

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?” 

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked. 

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip 

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T  F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly 

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows. 

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.” 

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.” 

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.” 

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel 

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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[football-writing]

Ben Chilwell - insufferable

Prompt: "I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." "You can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other."

Summary: Ben and Y/N are neighbours. They also seem to argue just about all the time.

Warnings: a little neighbour enemies to lovers something, a LOT of sexual innuendos, some curse words

"Ben, move." Her voice was stern, as annoyed with him as ever as he blocked the way to her door.

"C'mon, Y/N. I just wanna talk."

"You kept me up all night practising that goddamned piano with your stupid windows open. No, I will not talk to you. Now, move." She was getting agitated with him, foot tapping on the pavement as she wished for him to hurry up.

"You listen to me playing piano? How sweet. It's almost like I'm serenading you, isn't it?" He knew exactly what he was doing. How to rile her up and push her buttons. It's not something he had meant to happen - he'd obviously rather get along with his neighbour. But the way she puffed her cheeks, the intensity with which she looked at him as she got more and more annoyed made his belly erupt with butterflies.

"Get fucked, Ben." Was her only reply as she pushed his chest to get to her door, Ben gladly taking a step aside with his arms up in surrender and a shit-eating grin on his face. God how she wished she could wipe it off of him.

"Sure. You free tonight?"

She'd opened the door then, stepped inside and smacked it straight in the poor boy's face.

He wondered if the sexual comment was perhaps taking it a bit too far - knowing she didn't mean it like that at all. He wondered if he should knock on her door to apologise, too. But just then, her frontdoor opened again.

"And by the way, the piano sounds absolutely horrendous." Smack. She immediately closed the door again.

He let out a boisterous laugh, then. Her antics were just so cute.

"Can't get better if you don't practice." He yelled through the closed door.

"Leave me alone, Ben. I'll call the cops for stalking." Her muffled voice sounded right back, but he could tell even then that she was saying it with a smile.

"Alright, alright. Party at my place tonight. Join if you wanna." He called out before finally leaving her be.

She'd contemplated going, she really had. She wasn't that interested in spending the night at Ben's house, particularly because if his friends were anywhere similar to him, she'd be in for a hell of a night. But then again, she didn't have much else to do, and she could use a good distraction.

So there she was, knocking on his door on what she considered an appropriate time to arrive after the party had started. Perhaps she had peaked out the window to know when his friends arrived, coming half an hour later just to make him sweat as to whether or not she'd take him up on his offer.

"Ah, the queen herself made it." Ben said as soon as he opened the door, taking notice of the outfit she'd picked out. It was casual, but god, did it look good on her. He licked his lips before moving aside to let her in.

"Welcome to my humble abode, darling." He said as he trailed after her through his hall.

"Don't stare at my ass, Ben." She didn't even have to look back to know why he wanted her to walk in first.

"Too late."

She only chuckled as she walked into his living room. People were scattered around, some guys playing Fifa on his tv, others chatting amongst themselves and dancing to the beat of some random pop song. She wasn't entirely sure where to go, or who to speak to, as seemingly everyone was preoccupied with whatever they were doing.

Ben noticed, and placed his hand firmly on her lower back. She twisted her face to look at him, an uncertain look in her eyes, though she didn't swat his hand away.

He nodded for her to move towards the kitchen, his hand staying pressed against the small of her back to guide her.

The kitchen was a little quieter, and she rubbed her sweaty hands against her thighs as Ben got her a drink.

"I knew you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to spend time with me." He mentioned cockily as he handed her a red cup. Though the gesture was sweet, the words accompanying them made her want to roll her eyes. Were all footballers this annoying?

"Actually, just here for the free drinks." She replied as she lifted her cup.

Silence fell between them as she took small sips of her drink. She wasn't quite sure what she expected, but for him to keep standing next to her definitely wasn't it. Eyeing the people in the livingroom didn't lessen her confusion. He'd invited some girls over, dressed in tight dresses to show of their perfect figures. Why had he invited her? To stop from complaining about the noise?

"Are you not going to chat up those girls?" She questioned as she nodded her head in their general direction, not making any eyecontact with the boy next to her.

"Why, you got some sort of voyeurism kink?"

"Hm. Could probably give you some pointers. You don't look like you're very good at flirting." She replied nonchalantly, though her eyebrows raised at his bold remark.

"They're actually my friends' girlfriends." He explained truthfully. It was the first time she looked up at him during their little bickering. He was focused on drawing patterns with his finger on the counter behind them, which meant she could truly observe him.

He's not unattractive at all. His long hair messily falling over his forehead, his strong jawline still visible under his neatly kept beard. She wondered what his body looked like underneath his clothes. He'd always looked quite fit to her, something she'd attributed to his strict workout routine as a footballer. Still, his arms were muscular too, biceps twisting and veins twirling underneath his skin as he kept drawing invisible shapes on the counter surface. She just wanted to reach out and caress his biceps, the unholy thoughts filling her mind as she kept eyeing him from beside him. If he wasn't such an ass, maybe she would've wanted to pursue something with him. Maybe.

"You admiring the art, babe?" He questioned as if on cue, stilling his movements to look at her with a curious smile on his stupidly pretty face.

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself." She spat back as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, turning her focus away from him. He started to lean closer to her side, his arm snaking around her as his scruff teasingly rubbed against her cheek.

"You love it, really." He whispered lowly in her ear. The drop in his voice made her shiver, clenching her legs together. She cursed herself for letting him have this kind of effect on her, and so she composed herself as she took a tentative step away from him.

"I don't. But I'd love if you went to bother those girls instead. Maybe I can have some fun watching you flirt." She held her fingers up, moving them to indicate quotation marks at the last word as she threw him a fake smile.

"I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." He replied matter-of-factly.

"Really, now?" She perked.

"Yeah." His voice sounder hoarse and rough, no effort in concealing the feelings currently coarsing through him. He raised his bottle of beer to take a sip, licking his lips before wrapping them around the bottle. She had a perfect view from beside him, seeing his adam's apple bop as he swallowed, the light perfectly illuminating his plump and moist lips that turned into a smirk as soon as he set the bottle down again. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. Unfortunately for him, she could play that game, too.

So she took a daring step closer to him, resting her hand on his bicep that was definitely more defined than she previously imagined. She stood on her toes, reaching to whisper in his ear, her lips 'accidentally' grazing over his earlobe.

"Your little teasing makes me think youd rather kiss me too." She whispered seductively.

He didn't even reply, just grabbed her face to pull her into a kiss. He wouldn't have even thought of doing that half an hour ago, but now that she was teasing him, too, he figured it's what she wanted as well. Which is why he was so shocked when she pushed at his chest, her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Gross, Ben, have some decency." She scolded him. Truth is, she was much too aware of the other people in the room, not sure what they would make of their little predicament. Besides, if he started kissing her now, she wasn't so sure she could contain herself any longer. What's this boy done to you?

"C'mon, you can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other." He tried to reason with her, reaching out for her hands that she quickly moved out of reach from him. Was he really this oblivious, or was she just playing with him?

"I can actually." She smiled triumphantly at him as she pushed herself away from the counter. "And I don't believe in perfect."

"Y/N." He warned.

"Benjamin." She daringly spoke back, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. So, playing, then.

"You're insufferable."

"So are you." She said as she walked away from him, back to the hallway and opening his frontdoor, he was calling out after her, wondering if he really fucked up for her to be leaving now. She turned on her heel just as she stepped outside, looking right back at him with fiery eyes. He leaned against the doorway to look at her. He wasn't sure he trusted his legs to hold him up when she was looking at him like that.

"I don't kiss before the first date." He smiled at that. If he wasn't intrigued by her quick comebacks and arguing, he sure was now. She was playing his game, and she was winning, too. Though he tried his hardest not to show her.

"So go on a date with me." He deadpanned as he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"Actually, I don't date footballers."

"Fuck you." He let out a laugh, then. One that vibrated throughout his chest.

"Maybe if you ask nicely." She added as she beamed at him, throwing him a wink. He tried to think of something to say, anything. But he was left a stammering mess, eyes wide at her explicit remark as she spun around and started walking the short distance back to hers. She had just swiftly shut him up, something not many people had the gift of doing. He was glad she didn't spare him another glance, because he was sure the angelic laugh that would erupt from her lips would cause his crimson cheeks to burn even harder. Damn him and his stupid games.

Damn her and her ability to see right through them.

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How they react to you talking to someone they don’t like

this one may not be my best, but I hope y’all don’t mind! i dont think im good at writing anger too much,,,, <3

DJ

You already know he wouldn’t say anything about it. Unless they’re like extremely dangerous and he wants you to know, but other than that he’ll just try to act as calm as possible

Definitely won’t make too big of a deal of it afterwards either, will probably just lightly bring it up

“Uh yeah, Y/N, I’m not too sure about them. Are you sure you want to keep in contact?” Very careful with his words

But if this person is a douche you best believe that he’ll be all on it giving them a taste of their medicine in 10 seconds flat

Yes, never forget how he bonded with Geoff and Duncan in Island over bullying Harold since he kept having his clothes lie around. He doesn’t tolerate immodesty and you best believe he’ll step up when needed.

Gwen

Isn’t having any of this shit.

You wouldn’t even be caught dead talking to anyone she dislikes because she does vent to you about those who get on her nerves at any chance.

If you forget and start walking towards someone she doesn’t like to go say hi or something, she’ll just grab your hand and lead you away, not wanting to deal with whoever’s bullshit

She doesn’t like HAVING to interact with people she can’t tolerate and if she has deemed them irredeemable then that’s that.

Owen

Not even a plausible scenario.

Not at all.

This boy doesn’t have a mean bone in his body

Even if he slightly dislikes someone, you better fucking believe he’s still going to keep talking to them to see if he can find more likeable traits within

Maybe he’ll voice some discomfort like “Are you okay with talking to them? They give me the heebie jeebies.” But not much more than that.

Will definitely still talk to whoever is giving him the heebie jeebies

He is just so sweet and nice y’all he would never

Lindsay

She wouldn’t technically not like somebody, I just don’t think she’d enjoy their vibes

“Haha yeah, that’s cool. Anyways, Y/N you wanna go somewhere that isn’t near [insert literally any annoying person ever] like at all? No reason!” All sweet as if she didn’t just insult them by saying that

You’d listen to her because she may not be bright sometimes, but after her whole Heather thing, she had gotten better at telling if someone was a walking red flag

Before saying anything about the person, she’d probably be glaring or just be so fake throughout the entire exchange 

Is pretty much tired of people and their bullshit because of how she gets treated sometimes, might become more forward as time goes on

Shawn

“Yeah, I’d rather you not talk to this person. Ever. Like, forever ever.”

He doesn’t leave places much unless it’s to “gather supplies” or something of that sort, so you’ll tell him about the exchange after it happens

Thus begins the longest speech about safety like oh my God

“-And that’s why you shouldn’t be near them. I can’t lose you now!” 

The exchange will definitely end in you comforting him because the domino effect his mind created because of this situation got too intense. 

He’s a pretty attentive guy anyways so you tell him that you’ll try to keep interactions with this person short if you ever bump into them again.

That calms him down a bit and you both go on, business as usual

Anne Maria

Looks up from her compact mirror to see you in a conversation  with the person of her annoyance, mirror immediately snaps shut. Shit’s goin down.

“Oh you just had to show your greasy, no-good, breakin’ out face, around here, huh? Not on my watch, nuh-uh. Go on, get, I don’t want to see you evah talkin’ to my partner again, got it?!” Her volume just continuously rising

After the person is gone, you immediately round up on her, wondering what that was all about.

“What was what all about?” She takes a second before realising. “Oh that? You just don’t need snakes like that in your life, babe. Trust me I’m doin’ you a favor.”

She’ll put her arm around your shoulder and leads you guys away, you still just trying to process it.

Eventually you’ll just shrug it off because if the fight doesn’t have anything to do with her appearance, Anne Maria usually has a good reason to be getting angry.

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