#hey ya'll i'm dying

[imnameimswrld]

╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 || 𝗢𝗣𝟴𝟭 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . oscar x verstappen!surfer!reader ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : freshly surfing world champ, yn goes to take some much needed time off, and starts her vacay off by attending the miami grand prix. her intention was to support her big bro, but it appears a certain papaya driver had other plans; ❫

━━❪ . . . smau ! ❫

━━❪ . . . warnings : none ❫

━━❪ . . . fc : caroline marks ❫

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ynverstappen

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ynverstappen world champion, blessed, thank you to the beautiful cali waves 🌊🏆

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user so well deserved, congrats yn !

bestfriend you were WICKED on the waves girl !!

maxverstappen1 let's gooo, congrats sissy ♡

⤿ ynusername couldn't have you being the only world champ in the fam, now could I ? 😋

⤿ maxverstappen1 no, no you just couldn't 😤

user the verstappen siblings are just legendary

user so with the break coming up, will we see yn at the next grand prix 👀 ?

⤿ user plus the next ones in miami, super close to cali, so 🤞 !!

oscarpiastri congratulations yn, coolest world champion ever 👏🥇

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user and if I said yn and oscar would be SO cute together ?

Boeta 🏎

hey sissy

where r u ?

Sissy 🌊

chillin'

what's up ?

Boeta 🏎

no, I mean where r u

you said you were gonna be the paddocks when I got back from my meeting ?

Sissy 🌊

oohhhh

well, I am in the paddock

just not yours

Boeta 🏎

what ?

yn, are u hiding in dani's closet again to scare him ?

Sissy 🌊

ahhh, good times

but nope, I'm in the mclaren paddocks

Boeta 🏎

oh

is lando talking your ear off again ?

Sissy 🌊

nah, lol

I'm uh, actually with chilling with oscar

Boeta 🏎

piastri ?

since when are you guys on chilling level

Sissy 🌊

since he asked me out to dinner later

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Boeta ?

uhhhh, boet ?

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ynverstappen

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ynverstappen soooo good being back in the paddocks, thanks so much for having me redbullracing – and ofc, congrats boeta on p1 ! 💙

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user soooo, did anyone else see the video of oscar and yn walking around together ??? dude had the dopiest smile on his face too 😭

redbullracing you're practically family yn ! 💙

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user 2 champs 🏆

danielricciardo thanks for not scaring the crap out of me this time yn :)

⤿ ynverstappen ah, there's always next time dan 😄

⤿ danielricciardo no no, pls don't.

mclaren hope you had a wonderful time at the race yn ! 🧡

⤿ redbullracing are you going to apologize for stealing her from out paddocks ?

⤿ mclaren are we supposed to ?

⤿ oscarpiastri of course not.

⤿ maxverstappen1 thin ice piastri, watch it.

user uhhh, not redbull and mclaren battling it out over yn 😭

user my yncar ship is HERE BDJEHZIS

oscarpiastri just added to their story !

[ caption 1: stolen forever maxverstappen1 🤚 ; caption 2: 🧡 ]

Boeta 🏎

oscar is really bold

Sissy 🌊

oh, I know 😁

it's one of the many reasons why I like him

Boeta 🏎

so you like him then ?

like, really like him ?

Sissy 🌊

yeah, I do boeta

Boeta 🏎

okay then...

invite him to the lunch tomorrow

Kelly has been dying to see the two of you together

Sissy 🌊

she's so prescious I love her

and thanks boeta, for being cool with all this

Boeta 🏎

hey, i may be protective, but who am I to tell you who you can and can't date sissy

Sissy 🌊

🥺🥺 , houd van je 💙

Boeta 🏎

mhm, hou ook van jou 💙

ynverstappen

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ynverstappen had some cake by the ocean with my papaya boy... p.s yes, the cake he bought me brought me to tears 🍰 🧡 🌊

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user BYE I'M GONNA GO CRY IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE

user stop that cake is so cute 😭😭

oscarpiastri I'm just happy to call you mine, liefie :)

⤿ ynverstappen and I'm just as happy to be your liefie ❤

⤿ maxverstappen1 not the dutch- ya'll gonna make me puke.

⤿ kellypiquet max, stop bullying your sister and oscar and go clean the litter boxes dammit

⤿ ynverstappen oohhh, mother is mad now boet, better get to it then 😄

⤿ maxverstappen1 you're staying in my house.

⤿ ynverstappen says who ? I'm staying at oscar's – plus, you know how I love the aussie waves

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⤿ maxverstappen1 yn verstappen istg... girl gets a bf and thinks she's the shit.

⤿ kellypiquet MAX.

⤿ maxverstappen1 I'M GOING.

user can I make this comment section my roman empire ?

user I'm laughing and crying rn, this is too funny

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #oscar piastri #max verstappen #red bull racing #mclaren #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri fluff

[beautifulfuckup99]

A Rm smut where he cum inside her and they have to rush to get plan B

As a fellow Namjoon stan, I've got you!

Title: Soon.

Warning(s): Unprotected S!x (Duh. Also, be safe ya'll!), Fluff!

Author's Note: Hope you like it!

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"And just like that..." Namjoon laughs tiredly as you groan loudly, throwing your head back to show your pure delight at finally being able to settle down.

"That... That was a lot." You laugh as Namjoon loosens his tie.

"Hey, this was all your idea." He jokes playfully as you brush him off, tossing yourself back on the bed, shivering softly since the black gown you were in was backless and these satin hotel sheets were nice and cold.

It had sort of been your idea, honestly. Last minute, Namjoon had been invited to speak at a college in South Korea early this morning, and you had been called back into work to accept some award on behalf of the company that you had just made partners at.

Not wanting to miss these big events for each other, you found yourself on a plane to South Korea at five in the morning, and then on the first flight to New York right after the event was done. And even after your big day was accomplished, you knew you still had plans for the evening...

The Mori Art Museum in Tokyo, Japan had a new exhibit, and you knew Namjoon had been dying to visit it on opening night. Now here you were. From South Korea to New York to Japan... And you were more than traveled out.

"I've done so many costume changes today, I should work on Broadway." You mutter as Namjoon takes off his blazer with a tired chuckle.

You pick your feet up to set flat on the bed, your dress slowly sliding down, exposing your thighs to the five-foot eleven Korean man who was now bluntly staring. You don't notice as you take your hair down from its bun, but when he stands by the edge of the bed and grabs your ankle, it dawns on you that he's quiet...

Too quiet...

He slowly undoes your heel straps on your one foot, and you cork your head playfully as you look up at him. "What are you doing, Mr. Kim?" You ask softly as your heel hits the floor, his big hands massaging your sore foot and you press your lips together, feeling settled instantly.

"Just... Being a good boyfriend." He says innocently. You giggle, hands resting on your stomach. He releases your other foot from its treacherous heel, and now with both feet officially free, you place one on Namjoon's chest. He grabs it and you watch his hand roam towards your calf and then your inner thigh.

"Getting dangerously close there..." You warn jokingly as he hums, stroking the knuckle of his middle finger over your pantie covered pussy.

"Fuck..." You giggle softly and your breathing hitches as you watch Namjoon smirk at you.

"You... Were so sexy today. My future CEO." He taunts softly and you shy away at the compliment before shaking your head at him.

"Mm... It was nothing. Just some award. What about you? Speaking at colleges? Shaping young kids' minds..." You whisper as he leans over you and starts pulling your underwear to the side.

"Mm. This... This is the only gift I'll ever need for putting up with life's bullshit." He says softly as he looks into your eyes.

You raise a playful eyebrow. "My pussy?" You snicker softly.

"Exactly." He whispers with a nod before stroking your slot with his long fingers.

"Oh fuck..." You pant softly and start to roll your hips to follow his fingers, hands gripping his collar of his button down. This is why you loved this man. Cause he said poetic shit like that. And in your six months of dating, you found yourself never tiring of his verbal foreplay.

"You're so..." You're cut off by a moan when he slides two fingers into you at once.

"I'm what?" He whispers tauntingly against your lips. You melt into a kiss and your hands blindly move to undo his button-down shirt, yanking his tie loose.

"Belt." You mutter against his lips. There was no need for foreplay at this point. You'd been ready all fucking day. This man has been teasing you by just being his usual intelligent self.

"Fuck. I love you..." Namjoon groans as your hands make quick work on his belt. He looks down as your hands reach into his now undone pants and stroke his semi hard bulge through his boxers.

"Fuck, yeah, Y/N..." Namjoon breathes out as he watches. "Take me out, baby." He whispers and you smirk as you do just that so he can watch your hand jerk him off. "Shit, you've got me so fucking hard..." He whispers with his cock free...

You sit up slowly with him following your lead, standing up. You lick all of his chest and stomach as he groans. His hand moves into your hair to hold it back. "So pretty..." He whispers as you smirk up at him before you get to work, stroking and kissing the cock that you love so much.

You start to wet the tip before taking more into your mouth, making him moan softly. "Y/N..." He pants as you look up at him, bobbing your head up and down slowly, working your fist on the base.

"Oh, baby... Fuck..." He groans before pulling you back. "Now." Is all he says as he lays you back on the bed, making you giggle, wiping the saliva from your lips, smearing your lipstick along with it. It makes him groan happily.

He kisses your neck and bites on your pulse point as your hands practically tare his shirt off down his arms. He pulls back to take off his shirt and undershirt. Your hands roam his tone chest.

"So sexy..." You moan and he smiles bashfully before kissing you deeply as he slowly slides his tip in, making you shiver.

"M-More..." You whine against his lips and he nods fast, not thinking. Neither of you were at this point. Your hands roam his back, his muscles contracting against your wondering palms. He slides fully into you and your head rolls back, feeling full.

"Oh god!" You moan as he starts to find the right pattern. Namjoon was a real fast learner when it came to that...

"F-Fast... Faster." You groan as your nails dig into his shoulder blades. He grunts and does just that, hands gripping your thighs to hold them apart so he can get deeper.

"Ah! Joonie!" You moan loudly as your head digs back into the pillow as he groans happily.

"I love how you say my name..." He groans and leans down to kiss you again, hands wildly roaming each others' bodies.

"Don't... Don't stop." You grunt against his ear as he leans down to nuzzle in the cork of your neck. Your eyes are closed, lost in his strokes, in his touch, in the noises he makes. You bite his ear lobe, and he growls lowly.

"Fuck, baby. Such a good pussy..." He whispers in your ear, and you chuckle happily before grabbing his chin to kiss him again. You'd never get tired of it...

His fingers work your clit as you start to tremble. "K-Keep... Fuck! Keep going..." You cry out and Namjoon hums softly against your lips.

"Cum on my cock, baby..." He whispers, always one to talk you through these intense emotions. You scratch down his back, wanting to mark him. "There you go. Just like that." He whispers as he watches your eyes roll shut while your body tenses. He knew your body so well. Knew exactly when it would hit you.

"Don't stop!" You call out in desperation to feel this again, making him groan in pleasure. He goes faster and works your sensitive clit, fucking you through your first orgasm, which just throws you into another one.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, I... I'm gonna cum." Namjoon groans as you grind down on his cock, wanting to ride out your second orgasm. "Oh, baby. Y/N!" Namjoon moans as he cums deep inside of you, making you gasp.

"Oh! Fuck!" You whine at the warm seed seeping into you. "Shit, baby..." You shiver at how hot it felt to be filled. He rests his head on your chest and you both start to catch your breaths when it hits you.

"Joonie!" You almost shout and shove him off of you.

"What? What's the problem?!" He asks, startled as you mentally run through your morning routine today.

"Fuck! Get it out of me!" You scream as you run to the bathroom, feeling his cum dripping out of you.

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"Let me check the back. We... Might not have anything." The store owner says at the local drug store before he leaves you and Namjoon alone, both of you in sweatshirts with your hoodies up and glasses on. You hit Namjoon for the 100th time since everything went down.

"Ow! How many times do I have to say; this isn't my fault." He tries and you give him a look. "Okay, not ALL my fault. You were the one telling me not to stop. How was I supposed to know you didn't take your birth control today?" He whispers as you rub your face before swatting at his arm again.

You two had been on the hunt for a plan B pill for about an hour now. Some places didn't have it, and some were closed. Either way, it was 2am in Japan, and you two were at some random drug store, hoping this guy had what you needed.

"This is so embarrassing." You whisper as Namjoon pauses.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"It's clear to him that we're dumbasses who weren't safe." You mutter and Namjoon sighs softly, pulling you into his arms. "What if they don't have any here? Then what? Are we parents then?" You whisper, mind spiraling.

"Hey. We... We can cross the bridge if it gets there. But for now-" You cut Namjoon off.

"Do you want kids?" You ask and his shoulders slouch softly as he hums.

"Yeah. I do." He says and you watch him.

"I do too. But like this? We're both still... Doing shit." You say quietly. "Is that... Selfish?" You mutter.

"What's selfish is bringing a human into this world without being ready for them." He points out and you grip his waist, snuggling into his chest.

"And we're not dumbasses who weren't safe." He adds. "We're love birds who got carried away." He corrects as his hands rub up and down your back caringly. You shut your eyes.

"We still have more random shit to do in life. Like... flying from South Korea to New York to Japan." He teases and it makes you grumble softly which causes him to laugh.

"Thank you for coming with. I know the risk with ARMY possibly finding out-" He cuts you off.

"I was not gonna let the woman I love walk around alone on the streets of Japan at night looking for a Plan B pill." He says simply and you hum, pecking his lips.

"Sir? Ma'am? I've found one..." The man says, setting down a box. Namjoon hums and walks over to pay for that and some juice for you to drink with.

You guys exit the store and Namjoon hands you the pill and the juice for you to down it with. You take a moment to just look at the pill.

"You okay?" He asks softly. "Second thoughts?" He raises an eyebrow, and you look at him and then shake your head, affirmative on this standpoint...

"Okay. Hey. When the time is right... We'll know." He says gently as he looks at you. "I'm on your time. I'm ready when you are." He smiles softly at you, his dimple on full display and it settles you more than he'll ever know. It felt good having him on your side.

"Soon." You whisper before popping the pill in your mouth and downing some of the juice. Namjoon grabs your hand softly and leads you back to the hotel, quietly pointing out the stars as you just snuggled into him peacefully...

#bts #bts fic #bts army #bts imagine #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon smut #namjoon #namjoon imagine #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n

[moonknightshifts13]

I can’t live without you

Marc Spector x gender-neutral reader

note: I'm debating if I should leave this one as it is or make a second part to it- I don't know yet lol. Thank you for the support so far!!! also I think I'm going to have my stories in a first person point of view. LMK if ya'll want it to stay like that or if I should change it.

Marc and I were in Cairo, in the Pyramid of Giza after Marc tried to talk to the other avatars and gods about Harrow’s plan. I followed them and I witnessed the whole process of it. Marc stormed off and was angry. I followed Marc and I tried to calm him down.

“Marc, calm down. We can figure out another way to defeat Harrow and prevent him from releasing Ammit, okay? Just calm dow-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down y/n! You have no idea about the things that will happen if Ammit is released! Why are you even here?! You don’t belong here, go home.”

I look at Marc shocked and start to get angry at him. I grab his arm and I force him to turn to me.

“Don’t you dare tell me that I don’t belong here! You dragged Steven into it and I’m going to be part of it now too. Whether you like it or not Marc.”

I say angrily and I stare at Marc. Marc looks at me and he looks even more angry. He pulls away from my grasp and he runs his hands through his hair. 

“You shouldn’t be here y/n, it’s dangerous. Steven doesn’t want you here anyways-”

“I don’t give a fuck about what you or Steven think! I am not leaving his side nor your side, so deal with-”

“NO! You need to go home is what you need to be doing! I don’t want you here! It’s dangerous, you can get yourself killed!”

I stare at Marc angrily and I let out a sarcastic laugh.

“You don’t think I know this is dangerous? I’m aware, Marc! And I quite frankly don’t care! I need to be by his side, by your side! So, let’s go and see what we-”

“THERE IS NO ‘WE’, Y/N! YOU CAN’T BE HERE! GO HOME-”

“NO! WHY CAN’T I BE HERE?!”

Marc lets out a loud laugh and he stares at him, angrily and fuming. I stare back at him, angry and fuming as well. 

“YOU CAN GET KILLED- WHAT PART OF YOU GETTING KILLED DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!”

“I UNDERSTAND MARC AND I’M NOT AFRAID OF DYING! I’M NOT AFRAID OF DYING, NOT IF IT MEANS PROTECTING YOU AND STEVEN!”

Marc grabs my arms and he shakes his head.

“NO! You can’t risk your life for this! This is my problem, not yours and not Steven’s!”

“You dragged him into this, so it is my problem now! I’m okay with dying Marc! As long as I can protect you and Steven, then it doesn’t matter-”

“IT MATTERS TO ME Y/N! IF YOU DIE, I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!”

I look at Marc shocked and stunned by his words. Marc stares at me and his grip on my arms loosens. He looks down and closes his eyes. I just stare at him and am stunned about his sudden confession. The real reason why he doesn’t want me to be involved with all of this. 

“Marc…”

“If- if you die…I don’t know how I will be able to live without you, y/n…I don’t know how Steven will live without you…I- I can’t risk it. Please…”

Marc pleads with me and I just stare at him. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. We just stare at each other: Marc with his pleading eyes and me with my stunned expression. 

“Marc…I-”

And that’s the last thing I say before I feel myself start to get sleepy. I feel my body get tired and feel heavy. Marc notices this and he grabs my arms again. 

“y/n?- hey, hey!”

That’s the last thing I hear before my vision blurs and there’s a high pitch ringing in my ears.

#moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #tbd ending #lowkey this one kinda ehh #part two?

[lea-andres]

Okay, so, if I could mod, which I can't for multitude of reasons (mainly "my computer is dying" and "I has the dumb"... Also "I cannot art") I would make a horror mod SO FAST-

"Lea SDV is supposed to be cosy, not scary" first of all *points at all the yandere mods*, second of all SCARY IS COSY TO ME-

*coughs* Anyway-

So, the framework would be as follows: On a random night in Fall (ideally a rainy night but idk if that's doable), your spouse would have a nightmare. You would then become the hero of said nightmare and solve whatever horror scenario is happening. With it being just a nightmare it wouldn't permanently alter your game so I COULD KILL WHOEVER AND DESTROY WHATEVER I WANT YAY!

It would work like a festival I suppose? No time actually passes? IDK if that makes sense but it does to me.

You would probably get hearts from this assuming you're not at 14 Hearts with them already even though you technically didn't actually do anything lmao. ✌️

Okay, so, each bachelor and bachelorette nightmare would go something like this maybe (AND REMEMBER: THESE ARE NIGHTMARES THEY ARE HAVING! CANON BEHAVIOR DO NOT APPLY):

-Harvey: OOPS HE INSPIRED THIS WHOLE IDEA LMAO. You know how he's got an... Alarming amount of dialogue regarding losing patient worries? Yeah... His nightmare would essentially be Frankenstein... Except Harvey's Victor. Which would just go SO POORLY... Let's all revel for a bit in how beautifully poorly that would go... 💕

-Maru: Maru makes the Blob, Blob destroys half the town. Pretty cut and dry, honestly. Just... Blob. 💕

-Penny: The children are being replaced during the night by doppelgangers. Wrong, unsettling doppelgangers. You and Penny investigate why, taking you into the sewers (IT WON'T BE KROBUS BEHIND IT, I PROMISE, I WOULDN'T DO THAT TO KROBIE 😭)

-Shane: SO, things are being destroyed in the night, sometimes animals turn up dead, town's getting freaked out, you're tasked with investigating because sorry you're the main character lmao. Turns out Shane's therapist is hypnotizing Shane and he's getting programmed to go do these things during the night YAY! Poor guy.

-Sebastian: Here, have this, we all know you want it! *tosses vampire Sebastian at you*. (I'm not particularly fond of Sebastian, in all honesty, but I'm sure vampire Sebastian would make his fans V Happy lmao. Yes, you'd get to let him drink from you, you freaks. /aff)

-Leah: ...Kel's a slasher now? (Sorry, I don't particularly care for Leah either, but hey. I assume you guys enjoyed punching Kel. You'll probably enjoy killing Kel in a brutal battle of self defense right?)

-Elliott: Ya'll seen Creepshow? (*Everyone starts groaning because I haven't shut up about Creepshow since the green rain*) Okay, there's a story where Leslie Neilsen (Naked Gun, Airplane, THAT Leslie Neilsen) drowns a couple in the ocean and their corpses break into his home to get revenge. It's that except Elliott didn't kill them. Because nightmare, you and Elliott are back in his cabin on the beach, bodies are coming out of the water, and quickly becoming yours and Willy's problem. (No Willy didn't kill them either. Probably.)

-Alex: He's on a gridball team, Coach is having him take some experimental drug so he plays gridball better, something something Werewolf. Let him and Dusty run around together lmao. Except oh no he accidentally spooks the town! :(

-Abigail: LOOK. It's me, I have to reference Evil Dead somewhere. Abigail seems like she'd be the most irresponsible if handed the Necronomicon, so she's getting the Necronomicon.

AND I HAVE NO IDEAS FOR EMILY, HALEY, AND SAM NOOOO. I FAILED THEM 😭 Pretend I have great thought out ideas for them, they deserve them.

#lea's a dumbass #stardew valley #sdv #I'm not tagging everyone rip #lea's dream sdv horror mod

[hutchersonsgurl]

All the little things Mike Schmidt

Warning this story contains some smut and the reader and Mike bonding over the loss of a sibling I hope ya'll like it

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synopsis

Mike and Yn have been friends for years we went to the same elementary school ever since he lost his brother Garret over the summer of that school year he became withdrawn and lonely he ended up getting another sibling named Abby you and Abby got extremely close especially after their mom dying then their dad leaving them alone with mike having to take care of his sister But little did mike know you lost your sibling 20 years ago at a pizzeria called Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria you lost your brother when you was 8 years old you was at a soccer game at an away game your aunt went with you to your away game when your parents took your younger brother took him to the pizzeria and that day he went missing your life changed forever.

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Current Day☺️

I'm on a shift at the mall I work at an ice cream shop in the mall mike works here also he is a mall security guard I just gave a lady her ice cream and Mike showed up in line next

"Hey Mike do you want your usual?' yn asks

" Yeah sure, "he says you can tell he's watching someone, and then all of a sudden Mike went running like crazy yelling 'hey hey hey!" he ended up beating a kid's dad up in the fountain " Mike Mike come on let's go " Yn yells as she helps the other guard pull mike away mike gets called into the bosses office he got fired so afterwords yn is waiting for mike outside

"So what's the verdict "Yn questions I'm fired Mike sighs

PART 2

#mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy's

[omnitheist27]

@the-ravenclaw-werewolf and @purplemochi20055

The 40 - A traumatic revelation

Hey ya'll I'm back with the next fan comic I promise you all!

Oh ho, drawing this fan comic of The 40's reaction to the ending of Death Note was a challenging one due to the lack of motivation and anticipation of the final chapter of Main Character Syndrome. And I got to say, it came out pretty good...for the most part.

Now, oh my gosh, the ending to Death Note regarding Light getting shot by Matsuda and nearly killed was quite a dramatic climax when I first watched it back in middle or high school. Then, I stumbled upon The_Ravenclaw_Werewolf's fanfic and became hooked on the possible reactions to the forty chosen anime of the main characters. I have to tell ya, emotions would be flying high for many of our anime audience as they watched Light Yagami's descent into madness and saw him stoop to many lows unimaginable for them.

But the one low I really would like to see The 40's reaction to Light is how he calls his own deceased father a "fool" whose idealism would only be inefficient in his new world, where it might as well registered to any sane person's mind that Light is saying that Soichiro deserves to die even though that probably wasn't his intention. That particular moment would be the trigger for those in The 40 with really bad Daddy Issues and probably go as far as hallucinating themselves in Matsuda's shoes opening fire on Light afterward.

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For L, I know that he's the world's greatest detective in Death Note and saw plenty of nasty crimes committed by the most heinous serial killers while growing up, along with him being very stoic and cool-headed as a result of his own "quirks" and the desensitization of seeing death bodies to deal with the obvious high stress that comes with the job. However, emotions are not rational and I wouldn't put it past him to have an anxiety attack from witnessing something really bad (e.g. his scared reaction upon the mention of Shinigami for the first time in the manga), and obviously, L would be triggered in his own way after witnessing his own death and Watari's, the growing hatred he'll gain for Light, and to his own surprise when seeing himself in Matsuda's place as a result of his emotional imbalance and frankly, having enough of Light's bullshit. When drawing the hallucination L, I looked up the character art from the bad ending of The Boogyman regarding Keith Baring aiming a gun at the villain with his blood as tears coming down his eyes, which represents Keith's unresolved grief and guilt from being unable to cry from the death of his son.

For Edward, it's very obvious that he's got a deep-seated grudge against Hohenheim for his abandonment of him, his brother, and their mother (even if it was for good reason). But Edward witnessed Light's madness and willingness to endanger his own family for his delusions of godhood will, not if, earned him a spot on his hatred and would override any hate he has for his estranged father. Also, Edward has shown a very humanist approach as a State Alchemist by refusing to kill others, and he'll likely advocate for Light's imprisonment despite his hatred for him. Of course, it would come as a shock for Edward to see himself in Matsuda's place shooting Light multiple times before being readied to execute him with a headshot, showing that he's not ok, and ironically, jump-starting his resolve to reconcile with Hohenheim. When drawing the hallucination of Edward, I just included his tendency for dramatic facial expressions.

For Tohru, oh bless her kind heart, but I had to draw her reaction for the finale to Death Note. I don't know much about Fruits Basket but I have read the broad strokes from the TV Tropes page of it. Apparently, in the past Tohru once had a hatred for her late father due to his death causing her mother to neglect her for a time and almost commit suicide, though even then she recognizes it's wrong to feel that way. Seeing Light's father dying due to Light's actions, even on the possibility that Light actually feels guilty about it, would slowly bring that part of Tohru's personality back to the surface and the obvious guilt that'll come with it, and god forbid her breaking point upon witnessing Light calling his late father an "idealistic fool". Never mind that Light Yagami is going to be one of the many people that even an all-loving girl like Tohru would hate with all her heart in my opinion. Also, there's the cultural significance of Tohru seeing herself wielding a gun against Light in Matsuda's place. In Japan, there are very, very strict laws regarding citizens owning firearms, with only the police and military being allowed to own them. For a minor to be seen as willing to hold a gun is unthinkable given the whole "children are innocent" angle in Japanese culture and how every child in Japan is expected to have obedient and quiet deferential behavior toward authority figures. Plus, in Japanese culture, killing someone, even in self-defense no matter how justified, will always be seen as "murder". So unlike L (a detective) and Edward (a soldier hailing from a culture similar to Germany), the hallucination!Tohru holding a gun and being readied to fire upon a now defenseless Light, even if he did deserve to die, would really highlight to a native Japanese audience just how bad Tohru's sanity has taken a dive and the obvious shock she would have to the core. When drawing the hallucination Tohru, I took inspiration from Winery's design as she pulls a gun at Scar upon overhearing that he murdered her parents, because it was just perfect in my opinion and there were obviously weren't many images of Tohru having a "mad face" that would be appropriate for the climatic moment in the Death Note viewing.

For Rin, it'll be obvious for him to also hate Light Yagami, especially with how his actions killed his father, who had always wished that his son isn't Kira. Upon seeing his hallucination, Rin would be shocked and horrified to see himself as a demonic shadowy being damning Light for taking to his father for granted and it'll be a foreshadowing of what's to come when The 40 will view Blue Exorcist. When drawing the hallucination of Rin, I just decided to go with a silhouette to represent a "shadow archetype" of Rin due to his troubled childhood of being perceived as a demon child, along with Rin not seeing what would happen to his adoptive father, Shiro, in the viewing yet.

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In conclusion, what are your thoughts on this fan comic and how accurate do you believe I drew the character's reactions to the finale of Death Note?

P.S. The next fan comic I'll be planning for The 40 will be in celebration of the recent release of chapter 3 for Poppy Playtime and Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League.

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[sebastianstansqueen]

Where Do We Go from Here 1

A/N: I'm going to up date this series usually Every other Thursday But I thought I'd give ya'll the first official part today , if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,491

Warnings:  Angst, arguing, brash commentsI think that is all actually

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You hadn’t seen Bucky since graduation, from high school, and it made you a hell of a lot more nervous than it probably should have but hey the last time you saw the man he had been a dick towards you so you’d guess that was reasonable enough. What you were invited to was a ‘family’ dinner, more like a party, mostly filled with some family and the rest just mafia family members. As much as you wanted to avoid Bucky tonight, you knew you couldn't do that, if anything that would be the worst way to handle the situation, you currently wore a long black tulle dress with a plunging neckline and two slits in the legs, and black stilettos, your hair and make up done to perfection, you walked out to the large black SUV with one of your fathers drivers in it waiting for you. 

The party was grand for being outside it had gorgeous lighting, along with large trees and dark green lush grass, you walked nervously pushing a peace of hair behind your ear, your heart beat fast and rough in your chest, you took a few deep breaths, you’re father found you and hugged you. “How have you been in the past week?” He asked you. 

“Nervous since you asked me to marry my childhood best friend, who pushed me away in high school.” You said a little bit bitterly. “I’m sorry if I sound harsh.” You apologize for your words. “I’m just nervous.”

You walked around saying hi to old friends of the family, everyone but Bucky you had talked to you were doing exactly what you didn’t want to do avoidance. So eventually you sucked it up and walked up to your soon to be fiance, Bucky had the same dyed balck hair that sat at the nape of his neck where a tattoo you’d hadn’t seen before sat on the right side of the neck. You were so close and you sucked in a breath. “Hi.” You said as you stood across from him. 

“Hey.” His deep voice rang out. 

“So, how have you been in the last ten years?” You questioned. 

Bucky looked at you, and he shook his head. “Let's not try formalities Y/n.” He said harshly. “This is a shitty situation that we are both stuck in.”

“Okay, so you're still keeping me at an arm's length, good to know.” You huffed out as you walked away from him just trying to be nice. 

You shook your head at yourself you should have known he wouldn’t have changed, but the tiers burned in your eyes, you truly did care for Bucky he didn’t seem to care for you, and you don’t think he ever would. You walked up to your father who was talking to George Barnes once again. “Hello Y/n, I am so glad to see you once again, my how you’ve grown.” The older man hugged you. Then he pulled away and noticed your eyes look glassy. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Sir.” You pushed off. 

He looked at you with furrowed brows. “You were just talking to my son, did he do something?” 

“No Mr. Barnes, I am fine, just a little tired. I've been up since five working on a case.” You huffed. “I think I need to go back home.” You smiled weakly before heading out. 

 George looked towards his son. “I’m sorry if he did anything to upset your dear daughter Henry, I don’t fucking understand what gets into my child when it comes to her.” He apologized, then walked towards said man.

Bucky looked at himself, he wore a simple tux with the jacket, shirt, pants and tie, he kept his hair in the usual style he wore it in. He headed down to his collection of luxury cars, he got in and started the vehicle, he pulled out and went through the large garage, once out of the gate of his property is when the anxiety hit him, what the hell was he going to say to Y/n when he saw her, what was he going to do this wasn’t going to be the night that he proposes to her, but this was the night he first has seen her in ten years, he wondered if you’d died your hair, like he has for a multitude of years. 

Bucky got to the outdoor party and he walked into it to find his and your father talking together, he huffed and thought that was his only option, but he was stopped by Steve. “Thought you could use a shot.” Steve told his closest friend, holding out the drinks. 

“Thank god for you.” Bucky said taking the shot and throwing it back.

Steve smirked. “Are you nervous to see her again?” 

Bucky huffed, about to say something when your father rushed across the yard, Bucky’s eyes followed the man seeing him hug Y/n, her y/h/c hair was long but curled while her makeup was done up to notch, and her well pedicured hand patted her fathers back you hadn’t changed but at the same time you did you changed into an elegant refined woman, Bucky was tempted to walk over to her but he held himself back he knew that once she was safe and could get out of this marriage she would devorce him. 

Bucky watched as Y/n walked about and talked to old friends and ‘family’ Bucky knew she would eventually make her way towards him Steve currently kept him company while he waited for her to come up he prepared what to say to her. Then she eventually did come up to him. “Hi.” Her kind eyes looked directly into his blue ones.

He smiled softly. “Hey.” 

Then he forced himself to harden his expression, she looked up at him still with a gentle look in her eyes and a soft smile. “So, how have you been in the last ten years?” 

Bucky shook his head, he told himself he was keeping his distance, this was how he was defying his father.  ��Let's not try formalities Y/n. This is a shitty situation that we are both stuck in.” It came out a lot fucking ruder than he ment. 

Y/n nodded, giving a tight lipped smile. “Okay, so you're still keeping me at an arm's length, good to know.” She huffed walking away.

Steve stood next to him with a judgemental look on his face. “I know I fucked up.” Bucky told his friend. 

“I know why you started to push her away in high school. Why do it now when you have to do this?” Steve questions looking at the campaign he held. 

They watched as Y/n hugged Bucky’s father, before she left, Bucky stood there for a moment before his father came up. “What the hell did I tell you last week?” His father hissed. 

Bucky got snarky. “Do you want me to quote you exactly?” 

George nodded. “Why not?” The older man shrugged, Winnifred came up to prevent a screaming match or a physical fight. 

Bucky’s nostrils flared. “I’m going to do the big proposal thing, and I’m going to have the big wedding and the honeymoon and I’m going to be a good husband and I’m going to do all that is needed to win her over, and get her to love me, father I listened, but I have some things I want set up for her.” 

“Talk. To. Henry.” George snipped. 

Bucky huffed, before walking towards the man whom he had a plentiful amount of respect for and that was Y/n’s father he stood waiting as a woman hit on the man probably for his money Bucky excused himself into the conversation. “James.” Henry spoke in a neutral tone. 

“Hello Mr. Y/l/n, um I want to talk about the union between me and Y/n.”  He spoke to the man. 

“What is it James?” Henry asked the younger man. 

Bucky inhaled sharply. “I want it to be like a normal marriage.” 

“I intended it to be a quote, ‘normal marriage’.” Henry told him as he slowly sipped on the drink in hand. 

“Not that type of normal, our normal.” Bucky emphasized.

Henry tensed at what he was implying. “I won’t ask that of my daughter, James, I’m not like you. I will not hurt her, rather I don’t care if it is physical or mental.” 

“I have never hurt her.” Bucky said with a clenched jaw.

“Tell a sixteen year old Y/n who was devastated when you told her that all she was useful for was to get married and to look pretty, she has a very successful career as a lawyer. I won't ask her to give it up for something she has worked for.” Henry told him. “If you want it you work up the balls and talk to my daughter.”

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[jaxxsoxxn]

Idea DC vampire au this is already a comic, but hear me out instead of flash dying. He became a vampire, because flash is such a good person he refused to join the extermination of all humans and this is when the suicide squad comes in because knowing them,

They would probably be immune to becoming a vampire I don’t know I’m still figuring it out

Flash needs blood to not lose his mind so surprisingly captain boomerang offers him. His blood flashes surprise, but takes it anyway cause he’s hungry and let’s say boomerang let him do this cause he feels pity but after a few days, 

Boomerang now just let flash drink his blood because deep down, he cares about him, but one day, when boomerang was letting flash drink his blood let’s say things get a little bit spicy between them if you know what I mean 

Cut to Harley walking into the room. Hey Boomer, have you seen flash Because Supergirl wants to talk to him holy shit

 flash, on top of boomerang with both of their clothes off 

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Boomer, looking at his totally not favorite speedster: You can have my blood if you realllyyy need it...

Harley, from behind him, shaking: ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ

Tbh, from a:

Shark

A guy that ate lead paint and nothing happened to him

A gal that jumped after the bitchass clown (PUT THE CLOWN IN THE GROUND) in some sorta toxic waste

and a guy with a gun

we both know that the only person who probably isn't automatically safe from the whole vampirism is Floyd, lets be honest now.

Also, have a small snippet from Harley's point of view (a lil bit):

[...] Harley wasn't the most known to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, really! Somehow it was usually more Toyman's (Toyboy's how she affectionately called the kid, picking it up from Flag and his surprisingly good parenting technics) thing - he really should stop walking around and getting into more trouble than he already was in.

But yet, here she stood, frozen in the door frame, looking at her bestie in the squad (or the closest to it). The vampire thing was getting boring by her standards because, but apparently Boomer who was laying under their well-known speedster, still slowly, almost lazily bleeding from a small wound in his neck, found it way more exciting.

There was no movement in between them, so she assumed that they didn't get to the main star of the show. Flash, his senses heightened, didn't even look back when he spoke to her. If she'd look closer, she could see him being out of breath, probably since he was just drinking.

"If you could close the door on your way out, I'm sure we'd be thankful." his tone was nice, soft, the usual 'I am the least dangerous thing here' (how can one thing be so wrong and so right?)

Boomer didn't even prep up on his elbows, he just tried to look in her general direction, his eyes not fully there and his face nicely red - his ginger genes would be the death of him one day. Harley wanted to tease them, to annoy them a little, but she knew Digger in all his cowardly glory, and she knew she had time for it later.

"Aight speedy, but he better be alive at the end or ya'll lose your pretty little teeth, capiche?"

All that earned her was a slight nod before the man lowered himself lightly toward Boomerang's body, pushing at his chest and earning himself a soft sigh right before he kissed the bigger man. Also, right before she closed the door.

Why did she even come here? Right, Supergal wanted something from Barry. Well, she'd have to wait. Who'd know that, even in the middle of possibly another apocalypse, some people would find--

She'll call it as she sees it - love.

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[l3ahth3dhmisfan]

Of course hope you like it also sorry for keeping you waiting I been struggling with in real life problems, but I finally finished it I tried to make it realistic. But anyways I hope you enjoy and if you don’t like it I'm more than happy to make another one

Pete Thelman x reader

(Romantic/platonic)

Reader: gender neutral

Note: ya'll are in 5th grade

Y/n pov:

It was my first day at South Park elementary, I got up and got dressed (you can wear what you want as long as it’s appropriate). My parents unfortunately had to leave early for work but they made me breakfast before they left. I sat down and ate my breakfast while watching (f/s), after I finished eating my breakfast I put my dishes in the sink, slipped my shoes on, put on my (f/c) jacket, and head out the door to the nearest bus stop. I waited till the bus stop by. I got on the bus, I sat in the back of the bus and remained quiet till I got to school.

I got to school I went over to my locker number that was assigned to me the day before. I accidentally bumped into someone “I'm so sorry.” I said helping the boy pick up his stuff he dropped on the ground. I look up to see a boy with a untucked dark-gray dress shirt, black pants, purple buckled winklepickers, and a silver bolo tie with a red jewel in the center. He has black teased hair that is parted on the right and shaved around the bottom half and is dyed red near the roots on top. “Tsk conformist.” He said walking off but if I wasn’t mistaken there was a little light pink on his cheeks.

Pete's pov:

I was about to walk out the door to the goth area till I accidentally bumped into someone I looked in front of me to see the new kid ‘dang the new kid is kinda hot, wait why am I feeling these freaking conformist feelings, just leave like nothing ever happened’ I get up, took my stuff from the new kids hands, and walk away. I sat down next to the other goths and tried to forget this happened. But I can’t get that kid out of my mind. “PETE!”, Michael yelled, I snapped out of my thoughts “what?” I said harshly, “You been acting weird and quiet all day, what’s up?” Michael asks, “NOTHING, GOD!” I said with a bit of anger, “okay, geez.” Michael said

Y/n pov

‘That boy from earlier, there’s something about him that makes me feel like there’s butterflies in my stomach. Do I like him?’ The recess bell rung, which snapped me out of my thoughts. I wanted to find that kid from earlier, but were do I even start looking for him? I decided to play with some of the other kids, pretty soon I was able to get him off my mind for a bit

Pete's pov:

“We know you have a crush on that conformist just admit” Henrietta said. “Firck no!” I yelled but not loud enough for everyone to hear me. “Y’know if you like them, you could at least go talk to them.” Henrietta said. “Pfft whatever, imma head out.” I got up, and walked towards the new kid. I know I was a little harsh to my friends but they kept pestering me with questions.

Y/n pov:

After playing with some of the other kids I sat down to rest for a bit, but I saw they kid from earlier approach “um hey, I just want say you know, welcome to the school” He said, “oh, thank you.” I said with a soft smile. He paused for a second but then said “uh, I can show you around if you like.” He said “name's Pete by the way.” “Oh, thank you Pete I would love that.” I said calmly,

Time skip to a few months later:

(Still y/n pov btw)

I been friends with Pete for about a few months now. I was walking to my locker but as soon as I opened my locker door, a note flew out. I picked up the note and read it. It said “meet me at the cemetery at 7:30 -anonymous.” After I read the note I put it in my pocket. It was the end of the school day, I decided to walk around South Park a bit till the time reached 7:30. Time went by, since it was 7:00 I decided to get there early. Around 7:25 is when I arrived, I sat down and waited for the anonymous person to arrive, 7:30 right on time they arrived. It was Pete, “Pete what are you doing here, was you the one who wrote that note?” I said, Pete nodded “um (y/n), I had feelings for you for a while and I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime .” Pete said very quickly while holding a (f/f) out. “I’d love too.” I said calmly and with a smile. Pete blushed 50 shades of red while showing his rare smile. “Told y’all that Pete was in love with that conformist.” Henrietta said, “Conformists” Michael, and Frikle said.

(Ps: I don’t know why it keeps putting they words in bold, but hopefully you don’t mind. I really hope you enjoyed it)

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[dontwalkwiththedead]

PLOT HUNT

Hey all!

After a lengthy hiatus, I've found myself with loads of time on my hands and I'm dying to get some Walking Dead plots going. I'm down to play my Canons or OCs. I'm down to double (bonus points if you are) and I'm down for some drama and spice.

I have a few things I'm itching for, but the muse is high so I'm open to hearing any suggestions ya'll have! Here are a few plots and pairings I could go for:

Queer Daryl x Canon or OC. ( I can play either. )

Beth x Daryl ( I can play either. )

A/B/O Dixon-Verse (I have a specific idea for this one.) Villian Era (Essentially an AU where Rick's group are the bad guys.).

Shane Walsh x my OC Alice.

Shane Walsh x my OC Billy Greene

My OC Peter Dixon x Your OC or Canon character.

These are just a few pairings and plot musings I have, I'm very open to discussion. I also LOVE playing against OCS. My only stipulation is that they're well-fleshed out. I can tell when an OC is written for the sole purpose of being with a Canon and that's not my cup of tea.

Like this post or DM me if you're interested in writing!

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[sansxfuckyou]

Misconceptions

Summary: Kyle is only distantly aware he's chosen the worst time to confess

Warnings: swearing, mentions of various deaths, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: I wrote this to get myself through some idea drought, but Kenny being an oblivious and jealous prick is honestly fun to write, it may happen again. this is basically me shoving another scene into the manbearpig episode by the way, so keep that in mind while reading. hope ya'll enjoy!

Kenny's breathing starts to stutter with the cold, he's too far into sleep to wake up and shuffle around a bit too try and get warm. Kyle can hear it, it's shockingly hard to fall asleep on the cold ground while trapped in a cave system. He feels perfectly fine heat wise, passed out next to Stan and using his jacket as a blanket.

Kyle doesn't know what he's supposed to do. On one hand, he lets Kenny freeze to death or go terribly ill. On the other hand, he wakes up Kenny and hopes that the blonde doesn't get pissed off.

He opts for waking up Kenny.

His entire body feels clunky when he stretches, hands over his head and interlaced fingers pushing out. He tugs on his jacket lazily as he stumbles over to where Kenny's passed out on the ground. Kyle crouches down next too him and places a hand on the blondes face. His skin is flush with the bite of the cold, and he feels 'warm' but he isn't.

"Hey, dude," Kyle begins with as he shakes Kenny's shoulders gently, it barely rouses the blonde. All he gets is a small groan of dissatisfaction and the slightest shift in facial expression.

Kyle brings his fingers to loosen Kenny's parka hood but stops himself, he needs the heat to be in, not out. Instead he slides his fingers along Kenny's neck, ice cold fingers sure to jolt him awake. It does garner a reaction, not much.

Kyle talks again, "Wake up man, you're gonna freeze to death."

Kenny blinks open his eyes and glares at Kyle, "I've died worse- heard of worse ways," He quickly corrects himself.

"I know," Kyle said softly, so lightly, making sure Kenny didn't hear. It was his secret, and even though Kyle remembers a good deal of the deaths, he acts like he doesn't. He's not sure if he's lying for Kenny's sake or for his own.

"I'm fine freezing to death," Kenny said as he closed his eyes and rolled onto his side, facing away, "Go back to your boyfriend."

Kyle's face flares up at the accusation, "He's not my boyfriend," He takes Kenny's arm and rolls him back over, "I don't even like him."

Kenny rolled his eyes, "Sure you don't, you just happen to always be with him, always listen to him, always give him attention, always be on your fucking mind- of course he's your boyfriend!" The restraint he enforces to not shout makes him shake, he should've gotten this out in the open a long time ago. But no, he had too wait until the four of them were trapped in the mines before it could come out, "Leave me to die, that's what you guys always do."

"I don't," Kyle said.

Kenny scoffed, "Sure."

"Remember when you were dying of cancer, or whatever, your body was giving out on you?" Kyle asked.

Kenny nodded, "Everyone remembers that."

"Or what about all those other times? Electrocuted, trampled, burned, drowned, mutilated- I remember some of those," Kyle said, "I just, didn't want to freak you out by bringing it up."

"Big whoop," Kenny spat venomously, "You remember most of my terrible fates, so does Cartman. I don't see how that relates to you not being Stan's shitty boyfriend," He hopes that the jealously of his misguided anger is heavily covered.

"Stan doesn't remember half as many, Craig doesn't remember any, and Tweek doesn't remember any. Just me, and Cartman," Kyle said, going off on a loosely built tangent. He was grasping for straws, but he needed an exit into the more important topic of debate, "Because we care about you more than anyone else in all of South Park."

Kenny gestured vaguely for Kyle to go on, a challenge of sorts, maybe it was a plea.

"He cares about you because you indulge in his terrible ideas and hang out with him outside of the group. You're his best friend, we all are, but you more than the rest of us," Kyle explained, gesturing to Cartman as he spoke, "And I remember because," He pauses, words catching in his throat, "I, I remember."

"Spit it out," Kenny snarled, glaring just a bit. It was a facade really, he'd never speak maliciously to Kyle and mean it.

"And I remember all of you deaths because I fucking, I am in love, with you," Kyle managed to choke out, barely at that. He feels like the knots in his chest are tightening, but the burdens on his shoulders have finally been lifted. It's a rather conflicting feeling, to have the brunt of it all out in the open despite knowing it won't be reciprocated.

Kenny is pleased with the fact he can say the reason his face is red is because of the cold. He feels his heart rate pick up, he's pretty sure it's pulsing with irregularities- ha, that's kind of funny, Kyle made his heart skip a beat. Literally at that, the metaphor always came in handy for his journals. He bangs his fist on his chest, right where his heart is, rattling up his rib cage. He glances up to Kyle, "Really man?"

Kyle can't help the exasperation saturated so thickly on his voice it's dripping as he snaps back a sharp, "Yes, really! Of course I do!"

He also can't help the squeak that's pushed out of him when arms wind around his torso and squeeze. Kenny's head is resting on his shoulder, nestled up against the crook of his neck. Kyle doesn't know what he's supposed to do, especially with the way Kenny is shaking, tears hitting his jacket and his skin. It takes a bit too long for him to realize that this is a way of saying 'I love you too' but the second he does he's yanking Kenny into himself just as tight. He knocks the side of his head against Kenny's gently as he hauls the blonde almost onto his lap.

"Fuck man," There's a small sniffle as Kenny tries to lift his head, he can't get more than a couple inches of distance between him and Kyle and it feels nice. He dares to say it feels right, resting half on Kyle's thighs with arms wrapped around him so tightly he almost fears dislocating a rib. He takes a shaky inhale, "I just, did you have to wait until now to say it?"

Kyle knocked his forehead against Kenny's, very brief moment of contact greets them, when he pulls back he's almost shocked that Kenny's hands are at his waist. Almost. He rests his head on Kenny's shoulder, "I thought you were into the chicks."

"I take whatever comes my way," Kenny said, he spoke as though it were humorous, "Of course, I am prone to getting attached and waiting for something better to come around."

Kyle listens, giving a small hum to continue.

"But I got really lucky tonight, aside from the fact we're trapped in a cave system. Not only am I sitting on the lap of someone absolutely magnificent, smart, adorable, and dare I say it, hot. That someone also happens to be the long time target of my affection," Kenny rambled. The words flowed like wine, and he's entirely trying to flirt despite the situation. He brings a hand up to run through Kyle's mess of curls, "Of course, lower class courtship methods usually aren't seen as such by the middle class."

Kyle gives a soft sigh, "Cut me some slack, I just finished coming to terms with this shit," He lifts his head up to find that charming gap tooth grin, definitely one of his favorite things about Kenny. He's had a hard time choosing favorite things about Kenny lately, he adds it to the list.

"Gladly," Kenny answered with, briefly pressing a kiss to Kyle's cheek. He glanced over the redhead's shoulder, "Let's sleep over there."

"Beside Stan?" Kyle asked, he got a nod in response.

"I don't want him getting hypothermia," Kenny said, "Not a fun way to die."

Kyle gives a hum before standing up, awkwardly hoisting Kenny along with him. He knows that the shorter is grinning for the brief walk over to where Stan lays. Kyle sheds his jacket to lay down and Kenny joins him, pressing his back flush against Kyle's torso.

Kenny tilts his head back a bit, "Love you," He's saying it until the novelty wears off at this rate.

Kyle hums in response, "Go to sleep."

"Okay," Kenny said, voice a bit more hushed as he closed his eyes and tried to relax.

It's a lot easier to fall asleep when someone else is there with you. The rhythmic clamber of his heartbeat is welcome to echo in Kenny's ears as he drifts off to sleep comfortably. Even with the cold nipping at his feet he finds it rather soothing to just fall asleep. He's out cold before Stan actually rouses from his slumber, flipping over a bit.

"Go back to sleep," Kyle croaked out softly.

Stan pushed himself onto his elbows and glanced over to find Kenny curled up against Kyle, "You told him?"

Kyle nodded.

"He said yes?" Stan asked.

Kyle nodded, "Here's hoping we make it out of here alive to go on a date."

"In the afterlife I'll third wheel for you, even if we make it out I'll be sitting there being a nuisance," Stan said as he dropped back down. His pressed his back against Kyle before throwing his jacket atop the both of them.

"Thanks," Kyle said quietly, "You're fucking awesome man."

Stan yawns a bit, "No problem bro, that's what friends are for."

#south park #sp k2 #k2 south park #south park k2 #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #south park fanfiction #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[kagedbird]

MORE OUT OF CONTEXT NOTES FOR TESSDE FOR REACHING 760.53$ ON OUR GOAL!!!

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Arc 1: The boys are, obviously, displeased.

Arc 1: -Viarmo: Are you all right? You're quite pale. -Allora, dying inside: I’m fine.

Arc 2: -Allora: ........I'm so tired of her and she isn't even here.

Arc 2: (Delphine: Not a damn clue. You'll be going in blind. ; Allora: Absolutely fucking not.)

Arc 2: All in all, Allora sums it up with: Become as customer service representative and pretend to be an Amogus imposter.

Arc 2: Kaidan and Lucien further sent to grumpy town as Lisette flirts a little bit with Allora. (Lisette internally: Hey, fair game, ya'll are moving too slow.)

Arc 2: Allora does not see.

Arc 2: Inigo is having the best time.

Arc 2: (Narrator: I said, you know, like a liar.)

Arc 2: -Lisette: *confused and worried* Er… Rockjoint? Droops? Bone Break Fever? Ataxia? -Allora: What the fuck are you saying

#TESSDE Spoilers #TESSDE #Out of context notes #THANK YOU FOR DONATING LET'S KEEP IT GOING #tes #tesblr #skyrim #Allora #Dragonborn oc

[gendervapor14]

DoflaminBROS Week 2023 - Day 1: brothers

WOOOO can you tell i'm excited for this? anyway, here's the long awaited first prompt for the DoflaminBROS Week 2023 event!! challenged myself by writing stories way shorter than i usually do, so any sort of feedback is welcome!! tbh we're probably kicking things off with my least favorite ficlet so. getting the worst out of the way first? hey but maybe ya'll will like this more than i do.

characters: rosinante, doflamingo, law is referenced, lol additional tags & cw: canon compliant, angst, character study, major character death, mild sibling abuse

special thanks to @gali-la for beta reading <3

Brother. Never easy to define. A boy born from the same parents. Someone who bleeds in good faith, sticks close regardless of pain, or glory, or the tempting call of freedom. Brother was tricky from the start. Brother was family. Family was Mother and Father. Family was love. 

His brother loved, too. That’s what they said, that’s what he believed too, because what else was he supposed to hold onto when that little fist hit so hard right at the zygomatic arch? When the temper snapped and grasped onto his neat mop of blond waves, shoved his soft face into marble tile, white bishop pressed into his eye, pawn stuck in his ear?

His brother loved. His brother loved differently than Mother and Father, but that’s just what brothers were. Brothers hurt sometimes, but the love was there. Surely it was. Mother and Father were always right.

Hurt wasn’t exclusive to brothers. The ground hurt sometimes, and sharp things, loud noises and growling bellies, big humans with rolling pins and leather boots. It was different, though. His brother loved. Stole for him, yelled for him. Love lived on, even if it hurt.

Then Mother died. Love died. Love was not immortal.

He’d rather be next. A life without love was not a life worth living. Instead, his brother stepped up and loved differently. His brother killed. For love? There was less love now, but Father failed them. Failed to protect them. Abandoned them in this wicked wasteland. An attempt at freedom. Was there ever love?

Fourteen years. Humans offered to bear the weight of his world on their shoulders and tried to reach into his heart but they weren’t family. Love was for family. Love was for his brother, who, after fourteen years, greeted him with warmth. With a smile and a cracking voice, and sweet, generous accommodations. Brother was different. 

There was no hurt. Things were gentle now, but not safe. The blood law, the threats, the praise. This wasn’t his brother. His brother lurked in the bloody pulp along the gumline of those smiles. His brother lurked in the drunken rage, killed the morning after with masked apologies and affirmations. His brother lurked in the cracks and lapses. His brother withered with each passing breath in that abyss. Love beat in a slow, dying pulse.

Then, there was a boy. A boy who had no family left. A boy who would never know love. What was it worth? A corpse of a brother for the chance of a son? Was it a worthwhile sacrifice? 

He smiled when it was over. He smiled because it hurt again, because his brother lived on after all, but the choice was made. And it was worthwhile. He had love again, real love, and he’d take some of it with him on his way out. He never had to fear hurting for it anymore. Never had to fear losing it, either. This love was immortal. A brother for a son. Brother never loved, then. Perhaps Mother and Father weren’t always right.

thank you so much for hosting this @opdoffyzine and @corazine !! can't wait to see some other lovely entries <3

#DoflamingBROS2023 #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #genwrites #donquixote brothers

[voidthingy]

Hey, Ya'll! Update and sneak peek?

Hey! Sooo... I know I've been gone for a good bit, but it's because my art pad has finally decided it's time to retire after all these years, which is really limiting what I can produce digitally. (-_-") My practice in traditional art has also slowed to almost a stop as of recently, with most of my art supplies also saying fuck you and dying on me. So I've got some shopping to do, but until I can get it done, here are a couple of things I was working on before my tablet gave out.

The first photo is of some doodles I did related to a possible Welcome Home AU I was thinking about. I don't want to say too much about it just yet, as I still have much work to do on it, but if it is anything of interest to anyone, I'd be willing to share more down the line.

The second photo is a screenshot of a work in progress I started a few months ago. I'm sad I didn't get to finish and share when I was in the heat of all my planning, but I will get there eventually. It is also related to my potential AU with the WH characters in my style.

The original Welcome Home characters belong to @partycoffin

Please have patience until I can work things out, but until next time, I hope you have a wonderful day or night, and I'll see ya'll around! :)

(I doubt many will see this or try, but please do not repurpose my work for any reason without permission from me. Thank you)

#welcome home #art #welcome home fandom #welcome home fanart #julie welcome home #wally #wally darling #sally starlet #welcome home sally #update #welcome home au #welcome home arg #wip #work in progress #doodles #welcome home wally

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Hi hi!! Alright, a request: Spirit + Aiden, but he's the sickee and she's got no bloody idea of how to deal with him (but she also cannot possibly leave the man in this state! She's not a monster!) cue, cuteness 🥺🥺 (tummy bug prefarably, but whatever best fits your plot)

Ya'll, I'm lovin' the ending of this one!!!!

Should I do a part 2??👀

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Aiden felt like he was dying.

He’d woken up in a cold sweat, his stomach twisting painfully. He’d spent the better part of the morning sitting in front of his toilet, waiting for something to come up, but nothing did.

He felt too sick to eat anything before he left home. And even when he got into the heated campus building, he felt too cold to take off his warm jacket and gloves.

Now he was in his Criminal Justice class, not really watching or listening to his professor, really just staring off into space with his arms wrapped around his abdomen.

He was glad that his energetic classmate, Brody—who was a friend of his and another intern at the city’s police department—wasn’t there that day. The guy was observant as hell and would’ve dragged him out of class and forced him to go home if he were.

The whole class passed in a blur, and by the end of it he had taken no notes and was dragging himself to his feet to go to his next lecture.

———

“Black Dahlia,” Spirit said, and Birdie frowned.

“Really? Of all the flowers, you pick one that literally symbolizes sadness?”

Spirit shrugged. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s gloomy!”

“Why are we even talking about this again?” Spirit asked. “I’ve told you before, I practically live in a box. My dorm is too small for me to add a pot of flowers, and I’d probably let them die anyway. Not everyone has your ‘magical plant touch’, Bird.”

Pouting, Birdie stopped in front of her next lecture hall. “We’re not done talking about this,” she stated, walking into class.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling, Spirit continued down the hallway, on her way to the library. Her class had been cancelled thanks to the stomach flu that had been going around since Christmas. Too many teachers were calling in sick, and not enough TAs were well enough to fill in for all of the classes.

As Spirit walked, she startled at a sudden commotion.

Not far down the hallway, a few people were staring at and backing away from some guy braced against the wall, doubled over with a puddle of sick in front of him. People were saying “Eww” and “That’s nasty”, and not bothering to help him at all.

It took Spirit a second, but she suddenly remembered him and walked forward, going over to Aiden’s side. She didn’t know what exactly she was doing. She and the guy had barely interacted since she got a concussion, and she wasn’t exactly the best when it came to comforting.

Once beside him, she reached out awkwardly to touch his back before letting her arm just drop to her side. “Um, hey. . . you okay?” she asked

He vomited in response and she cringed. After coughing, and spitting into the sick, he looked up at her and seemed to freeze.

God, he thought. Why her of all people? He had no idea why he thought that though. His cheeks burned and he felt ridiculously embarrassed for some reason.

“I’m fine,” he lied, wiping drool off of his chin with the back of his hand, only to cover his mouth with the same hand as he gagged again. His mouth flooded with vomit, but he swallowed it back down.

Spirit raised a brow at him. “Fine?”

He lowered his hand, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“I wish I believed you,” Spirit droned, “but I have a few spots of your nasty puke on my shoes.”

Aiden looked down and, indeed, there was a few drops of watery yellow vomit on her sneakers. He cringed. “Sorry. I—” His hand flew up to his mouth again to muffle a sick burp. He was going to puke again. He knew it.

There were still people around them, staring and whispering. Suddenly, it felt as if he was back in high school and Aiden hated it. He just wanted to curl up and die.

“C’mon,” Spirit said—more of a demand than anything—grabbing his elbow and forcing him to walk with her. “What’re you staring at?” she snapped at the onlookers with a menacing glare that had everyone quickly walking away or minding their own business, and Aiden felt so relieved.

He still felt so embarrassed, though, even without all of the eyes. Here he was, likely looking like the most pathetic display of a man while this beautiful badass helps him.

He was feeling dizzier. The world kept blurring and un-blurring, and he was sweating despite how cold he felt.

Spirit opened a door and pulled him into a room. A bathroom, he realized. The boys’ bathroom.

Aiden let out a relieved sigh when he saw there was no one in the bathroom. He could just imagine a bunch of guys calling her a bitch and yelling at her to get out.

Spirit guided Aiden into the handicap toilet stall, and he collapsed onto his knees, immediately vomiting.

In the large stall, Spirit could crouch down beside him. Her hand automatically touched his back, and she started to rub a little between his shoulder blades. “Okay. Get it up.”

They stayed there for a good twenty minutes with Aiden barely being able to get a breath in between each gush of sick and Spirit trying her best to be comforting.

When Aiden stopped throwing up, or rather when he was entirely empty, he whimpered and hugged his arms tightly around his unhappy gut. “I feel like shit,” he groaned. He startled a little when he felt a cool hand cup his forehead.

Spirit scoffed. “You have a fever. You’re throwing up like you’re auditioning for The Exorcist, and you have a fever.” She pulled her hand away, looking annoyed. “You have the goddamn stomach flu that’s going around, don’t you?” The words sounded more like a statement than a question.

Surprised by how mad her tone was, Aiden said nothing, quite literally staring at her like an idiot.

Spirit glared. “Great. Now I’m gonna get sick, too.” She stood and groaned, starting to pace. “I can’t get the freaking stomach flu! Jesus, if I get sick, it’s your fault. Who the hell goes to lectures when they have the fucking flu?!”

Aiden flinched a little, feeling guilty and a little emotional, likely the effect of a fever-cooked brain. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Spirit stopped pacing and looked at him, but her glare melted away a little when she saw the pitiful look on his face and the feverish flush coloring his sickly pale cheeks. She sighed, crouching down beside him again and reaching for his jacket. “Take this off,” she said in a slightly softer voice. “You’ll cook alive in this.”

Aiden frowned. “It’s cold, though.”

Spirit shook her head. “Your mind is playing tricks on you.” It was still January and the weather was still in the fifties so she understood why he’d wear the jacket outside, but the building had shockingly powerful heaters and even in a t-shirt with her hoodie tied around her waist she was warm.

She managed to get Aiden out of his jacket and took his gloves, shoving them in his jacket’s pocket. Then she stood up, reaching a hand down to him. “C’mon,” she sighed. “I’ll drive you to your place.”

Aiden let her help him up, shivering without his jacket, but he frowned. “You don’t have to do that. I can—”

“No, you can’t,” she deadpanned without letting him finish. “I’m not gonna let you on the road. I swear, you’ll drive into a light post or something. I’ll drive you.” She walked out of the stall, and he followed without any more argument left in him.

They left the bathroom and walked down the hall—Aiden cringed at the sight of a janitor cleaning up his mess from earlier—and he followed Spirit out into the parking lot. It was even colder without his jacket outside, but he knew Spirit likely wouldn’t give his jacket back if he asked for it.

She’d grabbed his keys from his jacket pocket and asked where his car was.

“There,” he answered, nodding towards his sky-blue BMW.

Spirit raised a brow. “Nice car,” she said sounding genuinely impressed, and Aiden couldn’t help but wonder what kind of car she drove.

She got into the driver’s side and Aiden slumped into the passenger seat, sighing and leaning back against the soft leather, closing his eyes.

“Address?” Spirit asked, and he told her. She put it into the GPS in her phone and drove off.

As she drove, Spirit kept glancing at Aiden, frowning. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to pass right out, and Spirit could’ve laughed.

Spirit couldn’t help but notice thanks to the blush his freckles were more pronounced. And because of his glasses, the pinkness of his cheeks and his freckles, he looked like kind of. . . cute.

Spirit focused entirely on the road as soon as the word popped into her head.

Aiden didn’t live far from campus—a seven-minute drive without traffic. She parked in the parking lot of a decent-looking apartment building and shook Aiden’s shoulder a little to wake him up. He blinked dizzily for a few seconds before managing to focus on her. “Hey,” he said in a tired and hoarse voice.

Spirit felt his forehead again, and this time she cursed, brows furrowing. “Dammit, how did you already get hotter?!”

Aiden couldn’t help but smirk deliriously at the words. “You think I’m hot?” he joked with a little chuckle.

With an unimpressed frown, Spirit pulled her hand back and got out of the car, going around to Aiden’s side. She realized the idiot had forgotten to put on his seatbelt, but that didn’t really matter anymore.

“Okay, come on,” Spirit urged him, grabbing his arm.

Aiden groaned, his head spinning as he stood and he swayed dangerously on his feet, making Spirit yelp a little. “I swear to GOD, you better not fall on me you fucking giant!” she said, but she didn’t yell it much to Aiden’s relief.

She took his arm around her shoulders to help steady him and she walked him into the building. Never had Spirit ever been so glad that she was an athlete.

“Second floor,” Aiden mumbled dizzily. “Apartment twenty-three.”

Spirit nodded. It was a struggle since there was no elevator and they had to take the stairs, but they got to the second floor eventually and Spirit found his door.

She unlocked the door with the only other key on his car-key ring and they stumbled inside together. Spirit shut the door with her heel.

She led the giant guy to his couch, and he collapsed onto it with a heavy sigh. Spirit let out a relieved breath now that his weight was gone and she rolled her shoulder.

“Okay, wait here,” Spirit said, walking over towards his open kitchen. She started opening cabinets and drawers. She found a hand towel and grabbed that, and then she found a medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Pepto. And she found a bucket under the sink, just in case. She wet the towel with cold water from the sink and carried the stuff back to the living room.

Aiden’s eyes were closed but the flew opened as she sat on the couch beside him, planting the bucket at his feet and placing the towel on the coffee table. Aiden watched her as she opened the Pepto bottle and poured some of the pink goop into the measuring cap.

“Here,” she said, handing it to him.

Frowning, he took it and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the nasty sweet taste.

Spirit took the cap and set it on the coffee table, grabbing the towel, but not moving to touch it to his face. He watched her with dazed eyes as she seemed to get lost in some sort of mental gymnastics.

Spirit hesitated before clearing her throat. “I don’t know, um. . . Y-your fever is really high, so. . ." she bit the inside of her cheek, feeling awkward and a little embarrassed. But then she sucked it up, reaching up and stroking the side of his face.

Her touch was gentle. She brought the towel from his temple down to his cheek, and then repeated slowly. She tried her best not to meet his eye, focusing on her hand while he just stared at her, blinking heavier and heavier.

Slowly losing consciousness, his feverish thoughts became stronger. “You’re pretty,” he mumbled, sleep ebbing at his brain.

Spirit let out a little amused scoff. “You’re delirious.”

Aiden hummed in response. Then, “I wan’ta ask you out,” he mumbled, eyes slipping shut and Spirit froze, her hand and the towel stopping on his cheek.

“What?”

But she got no answer.

Because he was already asleep again.

#fluff #fever whump #aiden #spirit #thebrilliantidiots #PART 2?????????????????????? #Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO!!! #Aiden is my bbyyyyyyyyyy #What will Spirit do now???👀👀👀👀👀

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

We need a drunk Felix fucking pepa and the sex was SO good it put Felix to SLEEP ( we all know it just makes people horny)

Oh Félix is a horny, happy drunk, absolutely. Ya'll thought he was bad with his wife before, just you wait.

"Why are you guys carrying-oh my god are you drunk again?"

Félix was being carried by Bruno and Agustín, who were clearly struggling a bit. He had gotten heavier in his age, and Bruno sure as hell wasn't lifting any weights. Agustín looked up at her with a chuckle, trying to keep Félix from wandering off.

"He uh, made a bet with a guy that he could do a shot for every reason why he loved you."

Pepa put her hand over her chest, fawning over this mess in front of her.

"Aw, Félix...oh wait, hijole how much DID he drink?"

Félix finally lifted his head up to look at her, and he was grinning ear to ear.

"Ten, before they stopped me."

Pepa was about to have a panic attack, because this man could've been actually dying, when Agustín interjected.

"He had seven shots of actual tequila, the rest were virgin."

Félix looked at him in shock, then clear disappointment.

"You LIED to me? I was ready to brag to Pepa!"

"You can brag that you made it here consciously, Félix. Pepa, you need help getting him to bed?"

"No no, I got it. You can help Bruno though, looks like he's going to drop dead."

Bruno nodded as he handed Félix over, taking a minute to rub his arm, which he always did when he was anxious.

"Yeah my social battery is EMPTY. I need a recharge with a nap, and definitely some snacks. Dunno how you keep up with your husband, Pepa."

"I heard someone say Pepa? Oh shit, there you are!"

Félix damn near sent her to the floor as he grabbed her to kiss her cheek. Félix was an affectionate, loud, cannot keep his hands to himself drunk. And she loved him for it.

"You two go, someone needs a nap."

"Wait, hold on I'm. I'm married. Happily, thank you very much. To. To Pepa. And she's beautiful!"

She gave him a minute to realize, and when he did, he gasped.

"Pepa! I was JUST talking about you!"

Pepa rolled her eyes, before eventually getting this man into her bed. She went to tuck him in, when he held his arms out to her, and pouted.

"Hey. No. Besos."

She leaned down to give him a kiss, but that wasn't enough for drunk Félix. He held onto her face, and kissed her again. And again. He kept chuckling in between, and she couldn't help but love him and his stupid grin.

"Why are you smiling like that, tonto? It was just a kiss."

"Not just a kiss. It was a kiss from you. And I...I really really love you. Please, stay here. I missed you. I'll die of loneliness."

She was going to tell him to take his damn nap, but...well. Fuck, did this man look good under him. Helpless, looking at her like she was a dream come true. Reeking of alcohol, a bit of chest hair exposed. Maybe just...a bit. She unbuttoned a few unbuttoned of his shirt, and he lifted his hands up, totally letting her.

"What am I going to do with you, Félix?"

He chuckled, seemingly amused by the fact that her hands were wandering his big, warm, hairy frame. So much body hair on one man, from his chest, down to his belly. This is what a man should look like, to her at least. Big, well fed, wild as they came. God, she hated how wet this was making her.

"Tell me what to do. I like it when you do that~"

She couldn't take it anymore. He was too pretty, too flushed for her to resist him. She peeled away her underwear, and he seemed to take the hint. She was somehow now on her stomach, with Félix sitting on her legs.

"Hey! I thought I was suppose to tell you what to do!"

"You are. With your body. Mmph, you're so pretty."

She thought about asking him to switch, given the fact that he damn near fell over upon the movement, but his fingers were already digging into her ass, right after lifting up her dress. Drunk Félix wasn't as sauve as regular Félix. He was impulsive, a little heavy handed, and so mushy, it was just delightfully awful.

"Félix, easy! You'll bruise me!"

"You look pretty with them though. I love you. You're so...great. Dammit."

There was no finesse as he pulled himself out, and slowly pushed himself between her legs, right into her wet pussy. He put his hand on the back of her head, keeping her head down as he started to move. It was delightful, letting his dumb, drunk ass buck into her in such a simple, yet so blissful way.

"Dios Félix-"

"Wait, hold on. I wanna see your pretty face. That gets me SO horny, you know that?"

It made her weak, him leaning on top of her, and cupping her face in his rather rough grip. He leaned over to sloppily kiss her cheek and lips. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, and it was such a beautiful smell.

"You t-think I'm pretty?"

"Ooooh my god, so pretty. Can I tell you a huge secret?"

It wss hard to focus with the sound of his balls slapping against her, but she nodded, trying to be a good and attentive wife, despite the fact that she wanted to be treated like a full on whore.

"Y-yes! I mean, yes, t-tell me the secret."

"Sometimes, at night, when you're asleep, I'll watch you. And I'll stroke my dick. And I'll pretend I'm fucking you. I always wanna fuck you. You're so pretty. I like it when I give you my cum. And my kisses. Do you like it when I fuck you?"

It was stupid, him genuinely asking that as he was fucking her, as he was forcing her wetness to drip onto their bed. She nodded, nails digging into the sheets.

"I do, I r-really do! I didn't k-know you did that. Is it every night?"

"Almost. You just have such a nice pussy. It's so tight. I can't help it. Sometimes, I wake up, and I'm just. Throbbing for you. It hurts. But I kinda like it. I kinda like YOU a lot. You should marry me."

She couldn't help but kiss the hand in front of her face, occasionally licking at his fingers. They even tasted a bit like the alcohol that was making him act like this.

"I AM married to you!"

"...oh SHIT. Wow, I am. So lucky. So cumming in you is okay, right? Because I REALLY wanna put it inside of you."

Pepa nodded quickly, damn near giddy at the thought of that stupid cum nestled deep inside of her.

"Yes! It's o-okay! You can cum!"

Pepa felt herself suffocated as his hand clamped over her mouth, and with a loud, desperate groan, he came. There was something different about drunk Félix cum, she couldn't understand it. Either way, it forced her into cumming immediately after him, and it was everything. She sighed in relief as she felt it slowly drip out of her. That just hit the spot.

"Ay, I should let you go drinking more often, if you come home like this. Even if you look stupid during. Alright, bed time, you. Félix? Félix?"

She grunted as she turned to look at him. He was asleep. Absolutely knocked out. Completely on top of her, with his dick still inside of her. She grunted as she tried to push him off, but was unable. Her strength was in her arms, but she couldn't exactly have an angle to push him off. Meaning, she was stuck here. She blew a strand of hair out of her face, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well. I'm stuck. Casita, lights, please?"

Casita not only turned off the lights, but threw a blanket over them both. Pepa smiled, giving Casita a thumbs up.

"Gracias, Casita."

#not transformers #encanto #asks #lemon #rip Casita #Casita has literally seen EVERYONE'S ass