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creepycrawliesanonymous · 10 months

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To All The Boys I've Written About Before - Beige Flags

In my never-ending quest to make things that appeal only to me, here's a little exercise for all the boys in my arsenal.

Angel Torres will always help you out around the house, no question about that, but boy will he act like he's a hero for simply loading the dishwasher. I'm talking wiping his brow every time you walk into the kitchen, grunting when he puts a plate on the drying rack. You offer to help but he flat out refuses, and will probably say some shit like "My hands look like this [soapy] so yours can look like that [slightly dirty from repotting your plants]."

Jesse Pinkman will call you "dude" until the end of time. It doesn't matter what stage of your relationship you are currently in, you will always and forever be "dude" to him. "Yo dude, do you want to grab Wendy's on the way home?""Dude, you look pretty today." You could be at the alter and it would be a "Dude, I do." He also 100% buys in to the "glasses make you smarter" myth.

Lemon bought himself a label-maker, and that man LOVES makin' labels. All the drawers in your flat are labeled, so are the spices (even if they already have labels), he labels which food belongs to who, all the wires/cables have a label for what kind of wire/cable they are and what they're for. You told him that you could probably remember which clear jar holds the salt and which holds the ginger-snaps, so he made the label "fuck off" and stuck it to your forehead.

Tangerine refuses to call menu items by their proper names, especially if they're stupid. A matcha latte is "green foamy shit, you know." If the dish is named after someone, this chicken shop you frequent has an Ike's Famous Wings Bowl, he will call it "that bloke's chicken thing, the one with all the spices and shit on it." The worst was when he wanted to order the Foxx on the Roxx Boxx from TGI Fridays (yes that's the spelling, I looked it up), he straight up would not say its name, he just kept pointing at the menu and saying "fucking- this one."

Harvey SDV, sweet man that he is, will always sign off his text messages. It doesn't matter how long or short the message is. There's the standard "darling, I'm running a little bit late, would you like me to pick up something for dinner? Dr H" but there's also the "okay honey (: Dr H" or the "[insert picture of flower] Dr H". You've tried to explain to him that you know that it's him, that he doesn't need to sign off every time he messages you, but it's no use.

Andrew Neiman loves to collect random bits of niche trivia, but will straight up forget incredibly basic things. You two were out at a live music venue, sipping on your tasty little beverages, and he'll just bust out something about the similarities between jazz and Indian music, and while he's expanding on the influence of Ravi Shankar on Coltrane, he'll flip through the menu in front of him and ask you what margarine is.

Carmen Berzatto, common knowledge at this point, always keeps a book on him, which on its own is a very good thing. It keeps him from getting bored, you think it makes him look smart, it's a win by all accounts. But, save for when he's at work, he will whip that book out whenever there's any sort of lull in a conversation or if he's not physically doing something. You were talking to him about weekend plans, and he'll be listening intently because he's a good boyfriend who cares about your thoughts, but as soon as you go quiet to turn around to grab something he's flipping open his copy of The Reivers to quickly read a sentence.

Randal Graves loves to fake propose at restaurants for free shit. He makes a big thing out of it, will pull you aside before you enter Olive Garden and show you the tiny plastic ring he's used about three times already and whisper about the ruse he's about to pull, and all you can do is nod along with him. He's gotten more elaborate each time, from the basic garden-variety proposal, to putting it in your water, to asking to have it put in your Chipotle burrito (you had nearly swallowed it that time), managing to score a few free desserts and, at one point, a bottle of cheapo champagne that he got so incredibly slurshed on at home.

Warren Rojas has this game he likes to play whenever you two go to bars or nightclubs where he will pretend like you two don't know each other just so he can hit on you in the most cheesy ways known to man. Asking to buy you a drink, dumb pick-up lines, saying shit like "My name is Warren, but you can call me anytime." It's so incredibly dumb and he gets the biggest kick out of it. One time when you and Eddie were having a conversation at a party he totally pulled out the "Is this guy bothering you, babe?" He thinks he's so funny.

Jimmy Bartlett, whenever you two are cuddling, will set a timer so he knows when to switch from big spoon to little spoon. He'll bring up the egg timer from the kitchen and set it to 20 minutes before he joins you on his bed. You'll be half asleep after a long shift from work with his head buried in the back of your neck, and the next thing you know he's shuffling around while tiny beeps are sounding and he's somehow got your arms around him before you even realize what's happening, before drifting off again. He says it's only fair.

Miguel O'Hara is like a big dog with the temperament of a house cat; thinks he takes up less space than he does and always at least slightly grumpy. He'll get confused when he goes to put on a sweater that was originally yours (the communal wardrobe holds no prisoners) and finds it tight around his biceps. He knocks his forehead on low doorways constantly, you've taken to shouting 'duck' whenever you see him about to go through one. Watching movies on the couch with him, during a rare moment of peace, can be an ordeal because he always wants to lie down on top of you and you don't have the heart to tell him that he's crushing your lungs.

#angel torres x reader #jesse pinkman x reader #lemon x reader #tangerine x reader #harvey sdv x reader #andrew neiman x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #randal graves x reader #warren rojas x reader #jimmy bartlett x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #the gang's all here #multifandom preferences

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wonder-vixen · 4 months

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Velma Dinkley: Lucky Lemon

#lucky lemon #velma dinkley #scooby gang #mystery incorporated #redhead #heroine #cosplay

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rain-shoshana · 4 months

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Open to feedback about these choices!!

#this gang of goobers #agatha christie’s poirot #agatha christie #hercule poirot #arthur hastings #James japp #Felicity lemon #george…#what is George’s last name #desperate to know

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loife1m · 4 months

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im scared seph said she’ll make a oneshot (@aylin-hijabi I told her what happened yesterday) and i gave her yuna’s gmail

fuck they’re gonna collab

someone help me please

#loife updates #the loife show #phora <3 #yuna <3 #lemon dude <3 #what am I saying #y’all would gang up on me

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caterpillarinacave · 2 months

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I love Charlotte and Henry and they're super underrated. And I would VERY MUCH like to hear the headcanons whirring about in your brain.

Oh well buckle up cause literally all I think about is head cannons. Like, you know how cells replace themselves every few years? Mine have replaced themselves with head cannons. *Sorry it took me a hot moment to answer this ask, I was busy howling into my pillow whenever I tried to articulate thoughts.*

First of all, they’re very cuddly. They basically sleep on top of each other (Charlotte hasn’t needed a pillow in decades). Henry cant sleep well without Charlotte in his arms and Charlotte can’t sleep well anywhere other than Henry’s arms so it works out. Plus, they both do that thing where they jerk awake like the world is ending and scare the shit out of each other, so sleeping in a hug that basically pins them both down saves some energy at 2am. Henry’s perpetually cold and sleeps under like, four blankets, so Charlotte just wears summer nightgowns all year and wraps herself around Henry like a koala.

Naturally there’s an angsty side to the incessant cuddling because that’s just the way I role.

Charlotte sleeps with her head on Henry’s chest so she can always feel him breathing because, by the angel, she remembers when he wasn’t. She sleeps with a hand on his pulse point because she wakes up in the middle of the night and she’s still half asleep they might as well be on the floor in that mountain and she might as well still be desperately swearing she didn’t imagine his heartbeat.

While on the topic of soul crushing feelings of guilt, y’all remember from Clockwork Angel that Henry was the one who told Mortmain what a Pyxis was? And he wanted Charlotte to tell the clave that and she wouldn’t because “they already treat him so badly”? Because I do. And so does Henry.

(I’ve got a whole WIP that I love very dearly about this head cannon and this chess game hehe) There’s one random old tutor who goes to the London institute once a month-ish, basically to hand out a few weeks of homework to any shadow hunters who don’t have their own tutors. Most shadow hunters who live in a more rural area show up a few times a year so the clave knows they’re alive and at least somewhat literate. Charlotte attends them every month since, you know, she lives there, but Henry lives somewhere around Yorkshire so he shows up every few months. The professor is kind of a dick ngl. He doesn’t help Charlotte with any school why would a woman need to be so well educated? “Go on find a husband and stop worrying you’re pretty little head” sort of shit. Henry drives him insane because he’s a) some random kid who’s smarter than him and b) didn’t use any of the professors materials to get that smart. Professor Douche is constantly trying to get him to be wrong about something, or at least flustered about something and he doesnt ever do either of those things, and even more aggravating he refuses to get upset. (He honestly just assumed the professor wasn’t that smart.)

Charlotte’s a really good student of course, but she’s having a shit time with some mathematics and the professor absolutely refuses to help her with it. Eventually she asks Henry if he wouldn’t mind helping her with it, which he’s happy to do (once he figures out that’s what shes actually asking lol.)

Charlotte is incredibly distracted the entire time by Henry’s freckles (and eyes. And hands. And the way his hair curls on the nape of his neck. And the spots of gold and green in his hazel eyes that flashed as bright as the sun when the light catches them. And-), but they get through it in an hour or two which leaves them alone in a deserted wing of the institute. They end up playing a game chess. Charlottes a decent player and thought since Henry had never showed any interest in chess it would be a probably be an evenly matched game. She didn’t know what hit her. He beat her in like, eight minutes, eighty percent of which were spent on the last two moves by Charlotte who, upon realizing she was fucked, spent five minutes staring at the board trying to figure out when he even started beating her. She was sitting there having a whole crisis, (she’d been distracted by a man who probably doesn’t like her, and certainly doesn’t think much of her now after a pathetic loss like that and now she’ll have to sit hear and wallow in failure-) just preparing for him to start that whole smug gloating thing men do when they win and Henry you know. Didn’t. He just put the pieces away and thanked her for the game, in that very genuine way, with the gloomy London evening light casting a depressing shadow across the room, a shadow that he stood out against all gentle, kind, bright and brimming with a sort of barely contained passion. If Charlotte had ever doubted that shadow hunters had come from straight angels then sitting there, looking at a boy stained in soot, who she loved more than anything else to walk the earth, she would never doubt it again.

(It wasn’t until after Henry won and noticed Charlotte hadn’t said anything in a while that he remember people don’t like losing. Honestly he was playing just to be around her and he would have thrown the game if he could conceptualize how to do that on the fly. They spent like five minutes in autistic silence waiting for the other to stand up and declare newfound hatred.)

In true British fashion the a modern tea bag would kill them both.

When they were both 13 or 14 Charlotte mentioned she was dreading winter because it’s so bleak and dark (and her mom had died a few winters before, though she didn’t drop that in casual conversation). Anyways, come winter Henry brought her a marigold preserved in something like resin. She kept it in her jewelry box for years and after they got married she found out he had literally dozens of them. Whenever he came across a particularly bright flower he preserved it and set it aside. He was never quite brave enough to give them to her pre-TID, but he now leaves them for her when she’s particularly sad or stressed. She keeps them all in a drawer- they fit together like little tiles, and still look as fresh as they would had they just been plucked from the ground.

Somewhat surprisingly Henry doesn’t really lose stuff, with the singular exception being his own medical equipment. He’s lost the leg braces he wears every single day of his life before. Charlotte’s not usually speechless but she wasn’t sure what to say to that one.

Henry gave Charlotte a watch with a hands and numbers that can glow the same way a modern day one would. It’s absolutely beautiful, durable and accurate, even if Henry set himself on fire at least four times making it. (They can say with confidence that that watch is fireproof)

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Honestly, I could go on and on, then on some more, but technically I’m supposed to be writing a paper on gut micro biomes that’s due tomorrow, so I figured I’d cut myself of. In conclusion, I love them dearly, they love each-other dearly, they deserve the world, all I can think about is them, and the world can pry them out of my cold dead hands.

#My rough drafts are a goldmine #I’ve got basically a full novel of Henry and Charlotte in the form of random chapters scattered around a google doc #The second to last one might have come about because Ive always had an affinity for losing medical equipment #Yes it’s normally attached to my body no I don’t know where it went #I love so much #the thoughts are suffocating #My brain replays “they believed right then that Shadowhunters came from angels” constantly #It’s one of the lines I made up and lives rent free in my head #I direct everyone to Qui Voltum Tolt Vultum Perdit on my AO3 which will eventually be full of henry and Charlotte #That fic is a very articulate example of some of my thoughts #The bit about the marigold I mentioned is just the surface btw it’s so much 💅deeper💅#I didn’t even mention the snow scene on here (scene I made up. And only I know about)#Or the scars. Dhegvgfg the scar thing #One of my own WIPs that makes me cry because I need someone to love me that way #Also left out the pajama thing the baked good thing the boat thing the “teaching original London institute gang to swim” thing #The newspaper thing floor thing the triplets thing the Yorkshire thing the bathtub thing the tiny little children #The smell of air before a storm thing the lemon thing the piano thing the music thing ugh I could go on and on #Tid #thanks for the ask!#fairwell #…anyone got any good articles on the gut microbiome

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lemonade-juley · 5 months

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God so. v13 I wasn't super partial to Crescent. I def liked her, especially her design, and she had a lot of intrigued and I wanted to learn more. But I couldn't say I was too terribly invested in her.

But 13.5 I love her so much. The sher. She deserves the world.

#i really like how she starts to open up to the gang and the mc!!! especially the mc #also there's #a lot of thought to go into Crescent regarding hee relationship to AF Aevia seeing as well... its the same Aevia #lemon rambles #v13.5 spoilers #13.5 spoilers #pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon rejuvenation spoilers

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sneeplerbeepler · 1 month

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the neurodivergent chronically online kids who grew up to be hot all listen to shit like drain gang now. the ones who grew up to be ugly all listen to lemon demon or cavetown or something like that

#cavetown #lemon demon #neurodivergent #pretty privilege #music #autism #adhd #mental health #bladee #drain gang #hot take

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aily-uk · 7 months

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Hello to all of you! Those who come from Wattpad as well !(I love you guys sm)

So , here all the informations on my ideas and rules for the South Park x Reader one shots ! And I might take requests for something else than reader sometimes !

Unless you ask specifically for a male or non binary reader I will make it a female since it is easier for me to write a reader as a female. And if you'd like the characters to be kids in the one shot , I'll only do fluff , platonic and angst , do not request for smut or you'll get blocked and reported. So for any smut requests of the boys or others , I will make them in their twenties or older if requested.

Rules / Requests I won't take

Anything that has to do with adult x minor.

Butters and Cartman requests , unless its angst , fluff or platonic requests.

Anything that will have to do with zoophilia.

(I apologize but..) any ships that have to do with Cartman that aren't Yentl or Heidi (angst for Heidi) I will add more ships that I won't be taking requests off later.

I will not make any Craig or Tweek x reader ones . Unless its a poly relationship and reader is a male

Incest will not be accepted either.

Then , the allowed / ideas I will take.

I will be taking fluff requests for any south park characters , Adults or kids .

I can even take requests of the adults x adults ships .

Anything that has to do with vampires , zombies, AU, ECTS... I will take , though I may not be able to take requests for hell park since I haven't read it .

I will take any Angst requests since I've really been looking to write some . I have some ideas myself for angst.

Any smut , though I will need details on the gender of the reader ,if it's a x reader one, and also the relationship of reader and character at that moment, though if its a ship then just tell me what relationship they have and what ideas you have for it and I'll find something!

So , I will take Cartman and Butters , but only as angst , platonic or fluff. Or as ships , though make sure to read the list of ships I will not take first before asking please.

The ships I will not take.(sorry?)

Kyman. Unless its purely platonic .

Bunny. Unless its platonic.

Style. Platonic , Angst or even both

K2. Unless platonic

Stenny. Unless platonic.

Crenny. Unless platonic.

Twenny. Unless platonic.

Wendy x Bebe. Unless platonic.

Tyde. Unless platonic.

Candy. Unless platonic.

Stary. Unless platonic.

Stolkien. Unless platonic.

Heiman. Unless Angst.

Randy x Gerald.

Kybe. Unless platonic.

Cartters. Unless platonic.

Kenman. Unless platonic.

Ships I will gladly allow for everything unless smut if they are kids.

Stendy

Creek

Yentlman

Kydi mostly angst or fluff

Tolkole

Kybecca

Kelly x Kenny

Tammy x Kenny

Kylie mostly angst tho.

Clybe

Butters x Charlotte all except smut

Red x Kevin

That's all , thanks for reading, and good bye !<3

#south park x reader angst #south park #sp fandom #south park headcanons #south park x reader #south park oneshots #oneshot #sp #rules #requests #stan gang #smut #fluff #angst #platonic #headcanon #south park x reader lemon

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mikeys-bike-slut · 2 years

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Untitled Part 2.

i'm srsly calling this Untitled, welp

Anyway, here's Part 1 and some warnings for this chap.

Warnings: violence, injury, mention of sexual activities, very mild smut, sexual assault threats

Word count: 2975

(halfway through my dumbass forgot if Hanma is the leader of Valhalla or not so um.. surprise? I guess cause now he is. it's 3am leave me alone T_T)

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"I'm so sorry for what I did to you..." he said in a serious but quiet as he looked down avoiding my gaze. "I should have never laid a finger on you.. I let my anger control me and I just couldn't stop" he continued as his voice started to get annoyed and he clenched his fist. I can tell how much he was beating himself up for hurting me.

I turned around fully and cupped his face then softly wiped the dried blood off of his face as I lifted his head up to look at me. "Don't forget who threw the first punch.. me. I am not innocent here, Mikey" I said in a serious tone then let out a small sigh. "All I wanted is to be treated like any of the other members.. I disobeyed your orders and on top of that I have taken Babu without your permission, tell me what would you have done if it would've been Baji or Mitsuya, huh?" I cocked a brow as I looked at him.

"Would've beaten them to a pulp..." Mikey replied with a deep sigh then just wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. I just smiled as I knew he finally understood. "I guess you're right..." he said with a heavy voice, I can tell he is hating to admit that he was wrong. He pulled away then looked at me. "Though they would've never dare to punch me" he added with a slight smirk then let out a small laugh.

"Look... I am not saying you deserved it but-" I just left the sentence hanging and Mikey given me an offended look then we both just laughed.

"And you know what you deserve?" he cocked a brow with a grin as his voice suddenly dropped and the grin turned into a smirk on his velvet soft lips while he slowly backed me up against the tiles.

"Not what you want Mikey" I winked at him then gently pushed him away causing him to give me a look like I just ate his last dorayaki, making me let out a small laugh.

"You're such a tease" he pouted then playfully smacked my ass as he reached for the shower gel.

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Next morning:

I woke up to my entire body being sore, getting beaten up by the commander of the Tokyo Manji Gang isn't exactly gonna leave you feeling refreshed. Thinking back, it's kind of terrifying that that wasn't even Mikey's full power. I know him and I know he was holding back, if he would've used his full strength I'd have actual broken bones and or would be in body bag. We often fight but we never really hurt hurt each other, just some bruises and limps, nothing a few days rest won't fix.

When I tried to move I felt something heavy on me and as I looked down the first thing I saw was a ball of messy blonde locks on my stomach which belonged to a certain leader who was snoring on my stomach with his arms wrapped around my waist. I couldn't help but smile, sometimes he can be adorable. Suddenly my phone buzzed, I stretched out then when I grabbed the device and unlocked it, it was a text from the other blonde.

I bite my lip and let muffled moan as I read that text. Draken had the very annoying talent of being able to turn me on with a single sentence and he knew this very well and used it very well. I put my phone back onto the bedside table then reach down to my anchor and gently nudge him. "Wakey, wakey, Mikey" I chirp as I play with his messy hair.

"I don't think so..." he mumbles and buries his face deeper in my stomach making me giggle.

"Draken texted me he's coming to pick me up, I have to get ready. Come on, get up" I nudge him again and as he hears Draken's name he growls then lightly bites my exposed stomach to show his displease. "Hey!" I chuckle. "Careful..."

"Why...?" he purrs in his sleepy tone then moves his head lower and starts leaving sloppy kisses as he goes lower on my body, dangerously getting close to the waist band of my PJ shorts which ignites the fire inside me.

"Mikey...." I groan then push him off of me before I fall under his spell again and just sit on his face and ride him till kingdom come. Mikey has the irritating habit of pushing me to the edge until I literally turn into his slut, doing whatever his horny little heart desire which result in hours upon hours of fucking and sucking and licking and whatever one's perverted mind can imagine.

"You suck" he groans then giving me an offended pout. "Go and have fun with Draken then but then don't miss me" he says with a shrug then turns onto his stomach.

"You seriously going to stay in my bed?" I cock a brow as I sit up and look at him, I'd say in disbelief but it's Mikey, he loves self-inviting himself to everywhere.

"Isn't that where I belong?" he gives me a tired but cocky grin as he turns his head towards me to look at me.

"Shut up and get up" I chuckle then shake my head as I get out of bed and grab my clothes. "I'm gonna have a quick shower, don't destroy my house when Draken gets here" I warn Mikey then walk into my bathroom and let the water run.

As I wait for the water to get to a decent temperature I start wondering where Draken is planning to take me, especially that he knows I'm with Mikey. Mikey tends to get a horrible attitude when someone takes me from him. Outside of Toman Mikey knows no boundaries and loves acting like a brat especially when it comes to me.

I try to have a shower as quickly as I can as I don't trust the tired, bratty ball of jealousy to behave when his taller friend gets here, but the second the hot water touches my skin I get lost in the calming, relaxing blanket the hot water throws on me. I close my eyes and allow myself to get lost in it and let my brain switch off. I don't know how long I was under the shower but suddenly a muffled yell wakes me up from my relaxation. I turn off the water immediately and wrap a towel around myself and rush outside before they destroy my house. Of course when I walk out I see Draken and Mikey staring down each other with Mikey holding my baseball bat and Draken holding my tennis racket.

"Idiots!" I yell as I walk up to them and smack both of them up the head. "Put the damn things down and behave like adults" both male hisses as my hand makes intact with the back of their heads especially Draken who has no hair to protect his melon.

"He started it..." Draken mumbles as he points at Mikey while putting the racket down.

"And I'm finishing it" I growl and cross my arms on my chest. "Now can I go dry myself and get dressed without fearing that you dumbasses will kill each other?"

"You don't have to get dressed for my sake" Draken says with a slight smirk and I just flip him off.

"And I can always help you dry yourself... though usually it's the other way 'round" Mikey winks at me and I just roll my eyes at them.

"It's 10 am how in the hell are both of you so horny?" I shake my head and they both just start laughing.

I roll my eyes and retreat into the bathroom quickly drying myself then getting dress in a simple white tank top and some baggy black pants, putting my long light pink hair in my usual high pony tail. I stretch as I walk out, surprisingly finding both males talking to each other and laughing. I swear these two could be killing each other than having drinks the next.

"Alright, I'm ready" I say as I walk up to Draken and flick his ear playfully.

"Hey! Careful" he growls then sighs. "You're spending too much time with Mikey because you're starting to become a nuisance like him"

"You love me" Mikey grins then yawns. "You two go ahead I'm gonna have another nap"

"If you leave don't forget to lock the house" I sigh then throw him my spare keys, knowing there is no way I can get him out of my bed and I am doing everyone a favour by not kicking him out cause God save us if we Mikey ever shows up, tired and cranky. I grab my bag shoving my phone and wallet in it then grab my bike's keys but Draken takes them from me and hang them up back on the key holder while giving me a kiss in the progress.

"You're riding with me" he says casually with a small smile and I just cock a brow suspiciously.

"Alright..." I say in a questioning tone then give one last glance at Mikey who's already back to deep slumber then just sigh and follow the tall shaved headed male out. As much as I was suspicious I trust both of them with my life.

Draken gets on his Zephyr then hands him his spare helmet. I put it on then sit up behind him. "Hold on tight" he gives me a grin as he glances back at me then revs the motor and takes off. I let out a laugh from the sudden speed and wrap my arms tightly around his waist. We both laugh as he rides off to god knows where.

After a good 20 minutes of bike ride Draken pulls up to an old shrine then cuts off the engine and gets off his bike then helps me off.

"Kenny, what are we doing here?" I cock a brow confused as I look around.

"I have to show you something" he says in a serious tone. "This is something you cannot tell Mikey" I cock a brow even more confused as I follow him to the back of the shrine where he stops and points at unfamiliar gang mark.

"I don't recognize the mark" I say as I crouch down to take a closer look.

"It's Valhalla" he answers and my eyes widen.

"What? They already marking their territory? Rather cocky of them if you ask me..." I say annoyed.

"They're growing, rapidly and at an alarming rate. I wanted to let Mikey know but he has a lot going on right now and with Shinichiro's anniversary coming up I don't trust him to act with a clear head so we have to do something" he says as he looks at me. "Are you in?"

Before I could answer we're interrupted by a loud roaring of bikes pulling up and start circling us. Great... Valhalla.

"Well, well, well what have we here. Not the vice commander of Toman and their little whore?" one of the guys asks with a mocking tone as they shut their bikes off and get off of their vehicles.

"Watch your mouth" Draken warns him. "You think we can beat them?" he smiles as he glances down at me.

"Oh, with pleasure" I grin then I stretch and crack my knuckles. "I take left, you take right?"

"Sounds perfect" he smirks then we both take off and starts kicking down and punching who ever gets in our way before they could have a chance to attack us. After easily knocking down more than half of the men, the rest stop and hesitate whether to attack us or not.

"Wh-why... how can she fight like that...?" one of the men growl in annoyance.

"She's the only person who ever beaten Mikey, keep that in mind. She's the pride and joy of Toman, if you see the wings and the dragon together you better run" Draken says with a proud grin.

"You gonna make me blush" I blow him a kiss then kick off one of the guys who tried to attack me thinking I had my guard down. "Anyone else wants to go?"

A murmur ran across the men surrounding us until I heard a familiar voice behind them, as the crowd opened up a black and blonde guy walked out with a sick grin on his face. Hanma... the current leader of Valhalla, the only person who ever dodged Mikey's kick.

"I got this... stay behind" Draken says with a serious tone as he walks in front of me. "Been waiting for this for quiet a while" he says while cracking his knuckles.

"No, it's my turn to wipe that fucking grin of off his face" I say with a growl then without hesitation I charge at him but last minute I change direction and kick him from the side, straight hitting his temples. He stumbles back and just laughs.

"You dumb whore. I'm gonna enjoy killing Mikey's little slut" he laughs then charges at me with such a sudden motion I can't even react. Everything happens so fast by the time I realized what happened I've been thrown across the ground with a piercing pain in my lower abdomen.

"Angel!" Draken yells then clenches his fist and jumps in front of me dodging the attack Hanma wanted to lay on me while I was down. "You have some nerve, hitting a girl while she is down" he clicks his tongue then punches Hanma hard enough to send him flying which surprises the shithead. "You okay Ang?" Draken asks in a softer tone as he turns back to me and helps me up. As I finally get back up on my feet I notice Hanma charging at Draken from behind.

"Duck!" I yell at Draken who immediately ducks allowing me to swing my legs over him and kick Hanma away with a grin, ignoring the pain that shoots across my entire body. "Hanma you don't wanna mess with a dragon and an angel" I grin with a slight pant then I spit some blood on the ground and wipe my lips.

Hanma growls as he wiping the blood off of his face, glaring at both of us with pure hatred in his eyes. "This isn't over, tell Mikey to expect war, you disrespected us long enough you little shits" he says coldly then motions to his men to wrap it up. "Toman is over!" he barks. "And you... when Toman falls you'll be nothing more than a toy for us. We'll see how big your mouth is when 300 men fucks you one by one"

Draken eyes darkens and steps towards Hanma calmly. "You'll die before you could lay a finger on her"

With that Hanma got on his bike and ride off with the rest of his beaten up gang. I let out a sigh then collapse on my ass as the adrenaline wore off and I started to feel the pain of the punch Hanma laid on me.

"Shit, you okay Ang?" Draken asks worried as he crouches down then picks me up carefully.

"Don't worry big guy, if I can take a punch from Mikey I can take it from anyone" I chuckle forcefully not wanting him to worry but it's hard to hide the pain I was in. The last time my insides were this rearranged is when Draken fucked me on the back of his bike. "I just need to lay down, we won't say a word about this to Mikey though, otherwise we're both dead"

"Oh god, that is true" he sighs then lets out a small chuckle. "I almost forgot how hot you look when you fight though" he winks at me as he carries me to his bike then carefully sits me up on his back seat.

"I can say the same thing about you" I wink at him as I look up at him. He looks around then once he's certain no one is around he leans down and gives me a long kiss. I run my hand up his cheek and lean into his kiss more eagerly then I intended and he notices.

"Hmm, let me take you to mine so you can rest and get your strength back... so I can take it all again" he smirks and kisses me again then hands me his helmet.

"I mean after Hanma's punch I think my insides need to be re-arranged again" I smirk and then I make a fake gagging sound as I hold my abdomen. "I think my stomach swapped places with my liver."

"Jesus Christ Angel... like are you okay?!" he asks with a laugh and a disturbed look on his face as he looks at me.

"It's fine, I'm sure they'll eventually crawl back to their original places" I say it with a playful strained voice and he just shakes his head and playfully shove the helmet in my head.

"Strap in and shut up" he says with a defeated small chuckle then puts his helmet on and sit up in front of me.

I chuckle and fix the helmet, ignoring the pain all the laughing and chuckling is causing my lower abdomen then wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his back. As we start riding I start to think about everything that just happened. Did we just started war between Valhalla and Toman? We need to talk to Mikey, he needs to know this but with Shinichiro's anniversary he won't be able to think clear, Draken is right but then what else can we do? There's only one thing that will work, as cruel as it is if we want to survive it has to be done.

Mikey, forgive me for this.

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wonder-vixen · 9 months

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#lucky lemon #velma dinkley #the scooby gang #mystery incorporated #the mystery gang #heroine #cosplay #redhead

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spooky-cat-and-corgi-girl · 4 months

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Benjimeme: Hey-what is she doing?

Karma: Idk man she’s been staring at that corner for like an hour.

El: *having a staring contest with the ghost who just wanted some damn froot loops*

#The ghost in question is Lemon.#El and the Gang

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witch-sweets · 2 months

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Behold the in-universe explanation for why Harriet has sharp teeth

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit oc #Harriet The Lucky Hare #She is a menace and a delinquent #Listened to Modify by Lemon Demon ONCE #Now look at her #Absolute rebel #The nerve #That moment when you do something self destructive as a young rebellious delinquent and then realize you've fucked up 8 years later #The funny thing is that she doesn't regret her delinquent ways one bit #Because she runs a Pecking gang #She never changed #Her teeth just hurt like hell whenever she tries to bite down really hard

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grey-sides · 2 years

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I saw this post you reblogged and in the tags you said how Billy is tired from riding Tommy's dick and let's Steve know it.

Could you do a fic where Steve and Billy try to setup a three-way but Tommy is the only one available. Steve sits on the side while Billy rides Tommy and he gives Steve a similar bored look like the one in the post

This is so, so late, but here it is! I am mean to Tommy in this one, I choose to believe he likes it.

(Also for those not in the know, that gifset is from S2 when Billy's driving the Camaro, suledins grabbed it and made it look nice and pretty)

~700 words, lemon, CW for cuckolding that doesn't work and Tommy Hagan being there

Cuckolding. Steve wanted to try cockolding and apparently Billy was really into that idea. Maybe more into it before it turned out that Tommy H was pretty much the only person willing to agree to the idea. But still.

It was supposed to be fun. Steve getting to watch Billy, but not touch. Billy getting a little extra spice in his life. Something to make their relationship just that much more exciting.

But it's Tommy Hagan. Tommy Hagan who can't ever keep his eyes off Billy's ass anyway. And who can't help but try and neg Steve like Steve actually likes it.

It was probably a bad formula from the start. Steve doesn't like being forced out of his own relationship and he definitely doesn't want to capitulate to Tommy over everything.

And he had been feeling a little mean. Had hoped it would be fun to rub into Tommy's face later. Billy saw his dick and still didn't want it at the end of the day.

Instead, it's kind of going nowhere. Sure, Tommy's laid out on the bed, seemingly having a grand old time. Steve's naked in his armchair, his dick flagged a long time ago.

And Billy looks like he might just fall asleep on Tommy's lap. He'll turn every so often, look up at the artwork hanging above their bed and open his mouth. Let out a huff or a sigh or something, enough to keep egging Tommy on.

But he keeps looking at Steve. Mouth drawn tight, lips pursed together as his eyes drop to Steve's lap and his less than impressive lack of a boner. Steve wants to feel bad about it, but mostly he wants Tommy to get off his fucking bed and go home.

"That's it, baby," Billy coaxes. His voice is sugary sweet, breathless with desire as he moves. But his eyes are dead and annoyed, staring at Steve, pinning him to this armchair.

They're definitely never doing this again. Steve drops his cheek to his fist, looks over at Tommy who has his eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck him good, Tommy," Steve adds, trying to make himself sound as enthused as Billy seems to be able to do. "Make him see stars."

Billy laughs, shakes his head and his impressive mane of hair back. He looks up at the ceiling again, curls his fingers around his cock. He's ready to be done.

He squeezes down around Tommy a little more, glancing down at him. "Come on, Tommy, show me what Carol's always gushing about."

Tommy's eyes fly open and he snarls at Billy. "Leave her out of this!"

"Baby's got bark," Billy says, looking unimpressed. Tommy and Carol are on the rocks again, it's probably the only reason he's allowed to be here.

"Get the fuck off me, bitch," Tommy snaps. He shakes his head and shoves at Billy, wiggling out from underneath him.

Steve chuckles under his breath as Tommy gets out of the bed, taking off the condom and tossing it into the trashcan. It seems like no one is having a good time at this point.

Billy lays back on the bed, stroking his cock as he watches Tommy. He doesn't want to fight him to get back in bed, but he does want to know if he can get Steve to get it up again.

"See ya later, Tommy," Steve says when he gets dressed. Tommy flips him off as he heads to the door, slamming it behind him. Their front door slams a moment later.

Steve snorts, shaking his head. He looks at Billy and spreads his legs, really leaning into the armchair now.

"I always did like your solo work more," Steve says.

Billy bites his lip, arches his hips into his hand and begins to work himself up for real this time. He keeps his eyes locked on Steve sitting across from him and getting steadily aroused himself. This time, though, his eyes are alive and dangerous.

#harringrove #tomgrove #i think thats the ship name #keg gang #atomrose #stranger things #fic #greye writes #lemon

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