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Satan's Classroom Shenanigans

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Characters: Submissive, Top Satan (Obey Me)

Reader: Gender Neutral, Dominant, Bottom Reader

Exploring: Public Play, Secretive Play, Classroom Fucking, Blowjob, Exhibition (if you squint), Dick Riding, Overstimulation (Satan), Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Almost Getting Caught, Infirmary Fucking, Multiple Creampies, Abandonment of Restraint, Demon Form (though not playing a huge part)

Satan struggles to keep his head. Normally collected and focused, sharp as a knife in the classroom, he suddenly finds himself unable to think about anything aside from the menace hiding under his desk, prodding and rubbing at his cock during the last lecture of the day.

He's struggling to sit still. How could he when you're undoing his pants here of all places?! Do you have any idea how many people would see if he moved from his desk? What if the professor asks him to demonstrate a spell? You both would be exposed in a heartbeat.

You dig your nails into his thighs as his hips buck slightly, dick standing tall and proud before you. It's a miracle the tent in his pants didn't rip the fabric. He's leaking precum already and you've barely even touched him. He's so cute when he's this sensitive. You wish you could see his face right now, but that'd blow your cover, and you're going to be too busy blowing him.

His poor pen bears the weight of his restraint, teeth sinking into the cheap plastic covering and nearly puncturing the inkwell within the center. The professor's speaking. The class is entirely silent aside from them, and Satan couldn't stand to bear the embarrassment of moaning mid-lecture like Asmodeus had once done eons ago.

"Satan? Page 164, if you please."

Oh no.

He stands slowly, his left hand gripping the edge of his desk to the point his fingers turn white, his right hand shakily holding the textbook as he sucks in a sharp breath. The desk is at waist height, barely tall enough to hide you sucking his cock like it's the last source of water within an endless desert.

"Magical... Magical Creatures, Chapter Seventeen. The Gryffin is a-ah! A mythological beast whose body resembles that of a lion from the humAN world, and possesses the wings and head of an eagle. They range in size from as SMALL as ah... a mouse to as large as a small tank."

"Thank you, Satan. That will be enough. Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes! I'm perfectly fine! Just... a bit under the weather is all."

"Are you sure? I believe it would be in your best interest to see the nurse."

"I'll be j-just fine. I just need to relax a bit more."

Oh, he'll relax alright.

The professor dismisses him without another word, ending his lecture and instructing the class to continue reading the rest of the chapter on their own. Satan sits with a shaky sigh, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and sweat dripping down his face. He surely intends to show you who's in charge when the two of you get home, but as for now, you're the one holding the metaphorical leash.

As soon as he's relaxed enough, you decide it's time to up your game. Without any warning, your nose is pressed up against his torso, his dick down your throat as far as it can reach. It's a miracle how you can keep quiet with all the spit and the pace you're bobbing your head. He's digging his claws into the seat of his chair now, surely leaving deep cuts that go against the grain of the wood.

He's so fucking close to reaching a peak. Satan hides his head in his arms, forehead pressing against the cool lumber next to his open textbook. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he struggles to resist coming undone. All he needs is just a bit more. He's torn between wanting to finish and wanting to maintain his dignity in front of his peers, but there's only so much he can do when you're sucking his soul out so feverously.

Satan gives up. He gives up almost completely as his body begins to shake and his claws dig further into the dark oak of his desk. He lets out a sharp whimper, filling your throat with a flowing white river. His classmates and professor look at him, concerned for his wellbeing.

Satan is panting, shaking, barely holding himself together at this point. He pants and takes a few deep breaths to catch his own before looking up at the professor.

"Satan? I do believe you'd better go to the nurse before your condition worsens."

You're quick to clean him up and fix his clothing. Satan's still shaky but agrees with the professor after noticing nothing would be amiss if he chose to stand, thanks to you.

"You're right, Professor. I'll be heading there at once. I-I apologize for concerning you all."

He gathers his belongings and shakily exits the classroom without another word. Some students utter words of concern as his legs threaten to give out with every step. You have no choice but to remain silent in place until the end of the lecture, only able to escape the room once all the other students and the professor have left first.

As the last of the students leave, you join the endless sea of demons and other magical beings flooding the halls between classes. You make your way to the nurse's office, deciding to check and see if your friend is "recovering" alright. Satan's in the third bed, closest to the wall and farthest from the door. The nurse is out for a moment, not an unusual circumstance considering it's their lunch hour.

"You! You almost got us caught with your little stunt in there! I can't believe you had the... the... the audacity to go that far! I didn't expect you to continue until I finished! We're unbelievably lucky the professor mistook me for being unwell."

Satan sighs as you draw closer and sit on the edge of his bed, taking his hand and bringing it to cup your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, sighing.

"Well... I suppose it wasn't all bad. That was... exhilarating, to say the least, even if it may be a bit troublesome to deal with the aftermath. Maybe this sort of thing wouldn't be bad every once in a while. I'm glad we got to explore this side of our relationship together."

He always gets so sweet and sappy after he's coming down from a high. It's sweet. He's always going on about how much he loves you and how he's so happy you both can be as rough or as gentle as the other needs them to be. Unfortunately for him, you're not ready to be sappy. There's still one more thing on your mind, and it's back in his pants.

You stand and pull the privacy curtain shut, closing the view of the bed off from the rest of the world. He stammers, questioning exactly what it is you're doing, a tiny glint of fear peaking through his normally collected demeanor. You turn towards him once more, staring him down as a cat does an injured mouse.

Your pants and undergarments hit the cold tile of the infirmary floor. You climb onto his bed, legs straddling his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers low enough to expose his half-hard cock. He's visibly excited, but his long refractory period prevents him from standing at full attention for a few more minutes. No matter, you reposition your core and take him in completely.

His growling and whining resurface and he lets out an unrestrained moan that fills the room. It's fortunate you two are the only ones in the infirmary, otherwise, there would have been no hiding exactly what's happening behind the thin white linen walls.

You grind against him with every drop of your hips, the pace unbearably fast as his erection continues to harden within you. Your nails dig into his chest, and his own claw at the sheets of the bed, eager to grab hold of something but not wanting to hurt you. He doesn't trust himself not to dig his claws into those thighs he loves so much when he can't even be bothered to restrain his voice for the moment.

Incoherent, muffled voices outside the door begin to grow louder as passing students flood the halls on their way to their dorms and extracurriculars. The only thing you're concerned with is riding him like the insatiable, cock-hungry animal you've become.

"Please! Ngh, fuck! I'm about to cum again! You need to slow down before-- Ah!"

Fuck his moans are beautiful. They start off melodic and end with an enticingly lewd growl. You didn't know he could be this expressive in bed before today. He's practically begging for mercy, still sensitive from the classroom shenanigans.

You do not grant it.

Satan's back arches and his hips thrust upward into you as he orgasms a second time. You're lifted up as his hips stutter beneath you, voice filling the room with lewd curses strung together as his eyes roll to the back of his head and the sheets begin to tear under his grip. He begins to still after a few moments, but you don't stop. You don't even slow down.

Satan's hands frantically look for anything to ground himself, worsening the tears in the fabric below him. His frantic gaze lands on the pillow lying underneath his head. He grabs at it, hoping for something to help relieve the intensity of the high you're pushing him towards, but in his overstimulated and careless state, he can't control his own strength. It takes mere seconds before there's a mess of feathery down and fabric scraps surrounding the head of the infirmary bed.

His eyes are starting to glow. Feathers are pushing out sporadically against the skin around his neck. Horns pierce through the golden hair on his crown His canines are growing sharper and his growls start sounding far less than human. There's not much left of his ability to control himself, though with you there was hardly ever any to begin with.

His claws slip from the mangled mess of a pillow and find their way to your hips, digging his nails into your sides and rutting up into your core; fucking his seed deeper without the restraint he desperately clung to before. His speed is almost unbearable. The way his cock drills into all the right places has you seeing stars and crying his name in response.

The thrusts are losing their regularity. Hips stuttering and nails threatening to pierce the soft skin of your hips, Satan bites down on his own lip until he's the one bleeding; filling you for a third time this afternoon.

It's almost unbearable. With the way his cum flows out of you like a river, you're mindlessly thanking yourself for having the foresight to make sure neither of you were still wearing your uniform pants.

With shaky legs and sweat covering both of your bodies, you fall to the side to catch your breath, grabbing some nearby tissues and cleaning the both of you up enough to at least redress before someone walks in and manages to put two and two together.

Satan's head flops to the side to gaze at you; chest heaving with every breath.

"Haah--that was... that was amazing." A hand comes up to push back his golden locks to unobscure bright green eyes, softening as they settle upon your glowing form.

His hand comes to rest gently against your cheek as he tilts your chin for a tender kiss, wanting to cherish this moment. As much as you want to indulge him and relish this moment, the growing sound of clicking heels interrupts the saccharine air of your post-orgasm bliss.

You shoot out of his infirmary bed, standing up straight and wiping the remaining sweat off your face in a flash, just in time for RAD's nurse to pull back the curtain and stick a thermometer in his mouth without a word. A minute passes silently without them acknowledging your presence. until the thermometer's beep cuts through the still air.

"Hm." The nurse pulls the thermometer out of his mouth and jots down the reading onto their clipboard.

"Professor called ahead for this one. Sweating, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, abnormal behavior in class, sluggish and lethargic disposition. Sounds like a classic fever." The nurse turns towards you.

"You live in the same building, correct? Make sure he gets home safe and gets plenty of rest and fluids. He should be fine by Monday if he listens and takes some standard fever-reducing medicine from the drugstore. He's to stay strictly on bedrest until he can stand without losing his balance. "

"Oh don't worry. He'll definitely be getting that bedrest."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tags: @snowsnetwork

#om! satan x reader #satan x reader #om! satan #satan obey me #obey me smut #strawberrycowsmut #holy fuck sorry this took so long i literally was stuck for MONTHS in my head and just like not in a good way #this has literally been in my drafts for ages and im not so in love with the way i wrote it compared to when i first started it but #hey at least it's done now #pspsps satanfuckers pspspsps come get your poorly made crumbs

[chicgeekgirl89]

Fandom: 911 Lone Star Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes Rating: T Summary: In the early days of their budding relationship, Carlos and T.K. discover some of each other's more adorable characteristics. Or, five times Carlos learns adorable things about T.K. and one time T.K. learns something adorable about Carlos. A/N: So what had happened was, I wrote "Glasses and Smut and Your Naked Butt" and then I had too many cute little scenarios to fit into a 5+1 so I wrote a second one. Cheers! Read on AO3

Kitty

Carlos has never met anyone who can go from zero to sixty the way T.K. can. He barely has the Camaro in park before T.K. is leaning across the console, pulling him in for a dirty, dirty kiss full of tongue and teeth and desire. Normally Carlos would protest this kind of activity in the car, but they’re right in front of the condo, it’s late, and therefore unlikely that anyone will see them.

So he lets T.K. go on and doesn’t say a word as he somehow maneuvers himself across the console and into Carlos’ lap, which, quite honestly, is where Carlos wanted him for the entirety of dinner anyway. He’d been so enchanted with the idea of actually dating T.K. instead of just being his fuck buddy that he hadn’t quite thought through how hard it would be to keep his hands off of him in public.

“Put the seat back,” T.K. says breathlessly in between kisses.

Carlos follows his orders, both of them slowly reclining downward toward the backseat, while somehow managing never to fully detach from one another. Carlos’ breath catches as T.K. bites into his earlobe. “Do you want to take this inside?” he finally asks, when it seems like T.K. isn’t going to be content with just a heavy make out session.

T.K. pauses long enough to flash him a smirk. “No. Live a little Reyes.”

If anyone else uttered those words Carlos would push them off and call it a night. But T.K. Strand has cast some kind of spell on him, so Carlos lays back and watches greedily as T.K. sits up and starts to take off his shirt. His eyes follow the motion of T.K.’s hands as they slowly work at his buttons and then suddenly freeze. “Oh my god!” T.K. yells.

“What? What?!” Carlos asks in a panic, sitting up abruptly and almost hitting his head on the car’s roof.

“There’s a cat!”

“There’s—what?” Carlos asks in confusion, his heart still pounding away in his chest having imagined that T.K. was seeing an ax murderer or a bear or Mr. Johnson who sometimes walks around with his bathrobe open.

“There’s a cat out there!”

Before Carlos can formulate a response, T.K. has vaulted off of his lap and out of the car leaving Carlos shocked and alone. He takes a second to adjust his pants before getting up and following his boyfriend.

T.K. is kneeling on the sidewalk, hand outstretched, making little “pspsps” noises. 

“T.K. what are you doing?” Carlos asks, shifting back and forth, still trying to alleviate the situation in his pants that his boyfriend started but did not finish.

“There’s a cat. Look! Come here kitty, that’s right, who’s a good kitty?” 

A black cat with white markings on its chin and paws wanders over to T.K. and starts to rub up against his hand. “Oh, god, T.K. be careful, it could have fleas,” Carlos says.

“You don’t have fleas, do you? No you don’t,” T.K. says, using a voice that Carlos has never heard before. “It’s too well taken care of to be a stray. No collar though. Do you know whose it is? It must be one of your neighbors.”

“I’ve never seen it before,” Carlos says. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

“We can’t leave it!” T.K. says. “It must have slipped out. Someone will be looking for it. It can’t stay out here all night alone.”

“T.K.,” Carlos sighs. “What do you want me to do? It’s late. We can’t exactly go knock on doors.”

T.K. fixes him with a look as he scoops the cat up into his arms and cradles it like a baby, the cat perfectly content to let him. “Are you a police officer or not? Start police officering.”

“Pretty sure cats are more of a firefighter thing,” Carlos says wryly.

T.K. squares his shoulders. “Carlos. This baby is out here alone and afraid. We need to find out who it—” T.K. glances down at the cat’s belly and back up, “who he belongs to and get him home.”

Carlos feels a smile twisting at his lips. T.K. looks adorable standing there in the glow of the streetlight, fiercely protecting an animal he met two minutes ago. It’s precious really.

“He might belong to Mrs. O’Grady,” Carlos says. “She has like five cats. Let’s go see if her light is still on.”

“Thank you,” T.K. says in relief. “Come on little buddy, let’s go find your home.

Mornings

The first time Carlos wakes up with T.K. next to him, it’s one of the most thrilling moments of his entire life. He feels warm and safe and happy and there’s a sense of victory in it too because T.K. has held him at arm’s length for so long. To finally see his patience rewarded feels like a huge step forward. Staying the night is something couples do. It’s permanent, not just chasing a high.

He watches T.K. for a while, memorizing how he looks in the soft light of the morning, the way his mouth hangs open a little bit, his arms and legs splayed out awkwardly across the mattress, his hair a glorious wreck.

This is a T.K. that few people get to see, and Carlos is elated to finally be one of them.

Eventually nature calls and he slips from his bed to take care of business and then go make them some coffee. He assumes T.K. will wake up and wander out when the smell starts to waft upstairs, but he doesn’t.

Carlos goes to check on him and finds him in exactly the same position as half an hour before. He chalks it up to a very successful night of sex and heads back down to start working on french toast.

He takes his time, enjoying the feeling of cooking for someone other than just himself. Another thirty minutes roll by as he cooks and there’s still no sign of T.K. when he’s done.

He plates up their French toast, bacon, pours them each a cup of coffee, setting it all on the table before making his way upstairs.

T.K. has wrapped himself in the sheet and pulled it up over his head like a cocoon. Carlos smiles and is tempted to snap a picture, but instead he kneels on the mattress and gently pulls the blankets away from T.K.’s face. “Good morning,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to T.K.’s forehead.

Nothing.

He sits down on the mattress and puts his hand on T.K.’s hip. “It’s time to wake up,” he whispers teasingly, shaking him a little bit.

Still nothing.

What the hell?

Now he’s actually concerned. “T.K., hey,” he says, shaking him a little more harshly. 

“Gowayyyy.”

The words are slurred together and punctuated by a swipe of T.K.’s arm that narrowly misses hitting Carlos in the ribs. 

Okay, so at least he’s alive. That’s something. 

“I made breakfast,” Carlos says softly, brushing his fingers through T.K.’s hair. Surely that will be enough to get him going.

It only gets him another grumble. 

Carlos sits back, struggling to decide if he’s amused or disappointed. He’s just about decided to go back downstairs and eat his breakfast alone when T.K.’s arm slaps the empty expanse of mattress between them and then a sort of muffled sound escapes him, that bears a passing resemblance to, “Come here.”

Carlos’ eyebrows rise and he has to stifle a laugh as T.K.’s arm flops around again and then finally connects with Carlos’ thigh. He curls his hand around it and gives a feeble tug, not enough to actually move him, but enough to indicate that he wants Carlos to come closer.

“I’m confused. Do you want me to leave or stay?” Carlos asks in amusement.

T.K. turns his head so that he’s facing Carlos, even though his eyes are still closed, and gives another tug. Carlos chuckles and obliges, sliding down so that he’s parallel to T.K. on his side.

T.K. immediately curls into him, mashing his face into Carlos’ chest and hooking a leg over his hip. Carlos quirks a fond smile and runs a hand through T.K.’s hair.

“D’you mke me brkfst?” T.K.’s voice is scratchy but slightly more intelligible now.

“I did,” Carlos says. “I thought it would be a nice way to start the day.”

T.K. hums into his chest and then, with a valiant effort, opens his eyes and squints up at Carlos. “I hate mornings,” he says.

Carlos bursts out laughing. “Yeah, I kind of figured that out,” he says, stroking a hand through T.K.’s hair.

His eyes close again and he snuggles more tightly into Carlos. “What did you make me?”

“French toast and bacon. And coffee.”

T.K. hums against him. “That sounds good.”

“Sooo…are you going to get up and eat it?” Carlos asks.

“I’m trying.”

“This is you trying?”

T.K. cracks one eyelid. “It’s a process.”

“So I see. How do you manage to get up for calls at work?”

“That’s different.”

Carlos fails to see how, but he doesn’t push it. “What if I bring your breakfast up here?”

That gets him two eyeballs. “You don’t like food in bed.”

That’s true. The thought of crumbs between his sheets makes Carlos shudder. But breakfast is ready and T.K. is not, and he looks so damn cute all bed rumpled and sleepy that it’s making Carlos throw some rules out the window. “I’ll make an exception this time.”

T.K. rolls onto his back, a smile on his face as he stretches and puts his hands behind his head. “This house comes with five star service.”

“This is a special occasion. Don’t get used to it,” Carlos says, giving him a peck on the nose before rising to go get their food. 

But the fact is, T.K. could ask Carlos to bring him breakfast in bed every day for the rest of his life and he’d do it. That’s just how it’s going to be. 

Chat

Carlos is pulled from sleep by someone’s voice. At first he thinks he might have fallen asleep in front of the TV or maybe with a podcast going. But the more he rouses, the more he realizes the sound isn’t steady and clear enough to be either one of those.

He blinks a few times, trying to get his bearings. His room is dark, it’s clearly still the middle of the night, and T.K. is pressed up against him, head pillowed against his chest.

The sound stops and Carlos listens intently, his heart now speeding up in his chest as he tries to figure out if it was real or a dream. If it was real…is there someone in the condo? 

He’s about ready to slide out of bed and grab his off-duty weapon to go investigate when T.K. lets out a big snuffling sound and then says, “nthebthtb.”

Carlos relaxes at the realization that the sound was just his boyfriend and gently brushes a hand over his arm. “You okay babe?” he whispers into the darkness.

T.K.’s face contracts into a scowl. “‘nthe bathtub.”

“What?”

“Put it in the bathtub.”

The words are clearer now, but Carlos is beyond confused. “Put what in the bathtub?”

T.K.’s head whips up and turns in Carlos’ general direction, his eyes still closed, his neck bent at an awkward angle. “The alligator!”

Carlos shifts so that he’s sitting more upright and looks down at T.K. with raised eyebrows. “T.K. there’s no alligator.”

“No you…you have to put it in the bathtub,” T.K. demands again.

He looks so distressed that Carlos has to bite back a laugh. “Okay, I’ll put the alligator in the bathtub.”

T.K. mumbles something unintelligible and snuggles in against Carlos again before whipping his head up one more time. “And socks!”

“The alligator needs socks?”

“No.” T.K. pauses for so long that Carlos starts to worry that he’s going to get a crick in his neck before finally saying, “Don’t let him eat…the purple ones.”

Then he flops back down and lets out a snort before seeming to go fully back to sleep, leaving Carlos amused and very curious.

Carlos has an early shift and T.K. is still sound asleep when he leaves, so he doesn’t get to mention anything about their bizarre middle-of-the-night conversation until he gets home at the end of the day.

“Hey babe!” T.K. says cheerfully, coming to give him a sweet kiss as he walks through the door. “I made Italian wedding soup and got bread from that new bakery down the street. Should be ready in like fifteen minutes.”

“Sounds good,” Carlos says as he finishes removing his shoes. He reaches into his work bag. “I got you a present.”

T.K.’s already halfway back into the kitchen, but he turns back, surprise on his face. “A present? Wait,” he frowns. “Did I forget something? Is today—“

“Relax,” Carlos says with a chuckle. “You didn’t forget anything. This is a just-because gift.”

T.K.’s face brightens again. “Oh well in that case, gimme gimme!”

He holds out his hands and Carlos drops a small plastic bag into them. T.K. reaches inside and pulls out a pair of bright purple socks. “Wow, thanks babe!”

“I promise not to let the alligator eat them,” Carlos says, trying to smother the smile on his face.

T.K.’s brow furrows. “What alligator?”

“The alligator in the bathtub.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Did you hit your head today?” T.K. asks. Then he freezes and addresses himself, a concerned look on his face. “Wait, did I hit my head today?”

Carlos full on laughs and decides to put him out of his misery. “Last night in the middle of the night you woke me up to tell me to put an alligator in the bathtub. And then you were very insistent that he not eat purple socks.”

“Oh my god.” A blush forms on T.K.’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I—sometimes I sleep talk. It used to happen a lot when I was a kid and I mostly grew out of it, but once in a while it still happens. Usually only if I’m really tired. It’s been so long since I’ve spent the night with anybody, I didn’t think to tell you.”

He looks so adorably embarrassed that Carlos reaches for his hips and pulls him in so their bodies are flush against one another, needing to touch him. He quirks a smile. “That,” he says, “is very cute.”

“No it’s not, it’s embarrassing,” T.K. says, squirming a little bit. “Sometimes I say really weird stuff.”

“Trust me when I tell you that is not the weirdest middle of the night conversation I’ve had,” Carlos assures him. “You wouldn’t believe how many drunk and stoned people think they’re Jesus when they’re hauled into lock-up at three am. I’ll take your alligators any day.”

T.K. snorts. “I have definitely never claimed to be a deity.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow and bites his lip before saying, “That’s true, although I do seem to remember you saying the Lord’s name an awful lot when we went to bed last night.”

T.K. shoves his bicep good-naturedly. “What I say in the throes of passion is supposed to stay in the throes of passion Carlos.”

“So what you’re telling me is that anything we say in bed is privileged information?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm, good to know.”

Thief

Where the hell is his APD t-shirt? 

Carlos stands in front of his closet, hands on his hips as he stares into its depths, completely baffled. He’d worn it to a workout two weeks ago and he’s sure he put it into the laundry. He had to have. He’s checked his gym bag, the trunk of the Camaro, his locker at work, the laundry basket itself, and the washer, just in case it had gotten stuck to the side and he hadn’t noticed. It’s been three full days of searching and now he’s sure. It’s not here. 

It’s not anywhere.

Which doesn’t make any sense. Because t-shirts don’t just get up and walk away. 

It’s not that big of a deal. It’s only a t-shirt after all. One from his brief stint on the department softball league a few years ago. It’s just that Carlos is a careful, meticulous person. There’s a system to his laundry. And now, after all these years, it’s really eating at him that it might have failed. 

He’s about to dive back into round five of removing every single thing from his closet, when he hears the front door open. “Carlos? You home?”

It’s T.K.’s voice and it sounds off, meaning Carlos immediately abandons his search and goes downstairs to soothe whatever has his boyfriend’s spirits down.

T.K.’s doing that thing where he kind of pulls back into himself, and it takes some coaxing for Carlos to tease the full story of his shitty day out of him. Then there’s cuddling, kissing, dinner, and more kissing before Carlos offers to run T.K. a bath and let him relax for a bit. 

He’s finishing up the dishes when T.K. comes back downstairs and wraps his arms around Carlos’ waist from behind. He smells like the lavender scented soap that Carlos left out for him and Carlos breathes it in before turning around to give him another kiss. “Better?” he asks, running a hand through T.K.’s hair, down to cup the nape of his neck.

“Yeah,” T.K. says. “Thank you.” He looks up and Carlos can still see some vulnerability in his eyes. “Is it okay if I stay here tonight?”

It’s on the tip of Carlos’ tongue to tell him he can stay every night for the rest of his life if he wants, but he’s learned T.K. well enough to know now isn’t the moment. “Of course,” he says instead. “You’re always welcome here.”

He’s about to ask if T.K. needs to borrow something to sleep in, but then he looks down and the words die on his tongue. He takes a step back, brow furrowing.

“What?” T.K. asks. “Is something wrong?”

“Is that my APD shirt?” Carlos asks.

He already knows the answer, but he’s so surprised it’s the only thing that comes out. 

“Um…no?” T.K. says, trying for innocent and failing miserably.

“T.K. it has my name on the back,” Carlos says.

“There are lots of people with the last name Reyes in Austin.”

“Right and I’m sure so many of them played on the department softball team in 2018,” Carlos replies. “Where did you find it? I’ve been looking for it everywhere.”

“It was in your drawer,” T.K. says, but he’s no longer meeting Carlos’ eyes. 

“It was not in my drawer,” Carlos says. “I looked. Several times.”

T.K. shrugs. “Well you’re welcome that I found it then.”

Carlos narrows his eyes. “You didn’t find it. You stole it.”

T.K.’s jaw drops. “Carlos. You’re accusing me, a brave, loyal member of the AFD, who serves his community on a daily basis, of stealing?”

“It’s not an accusation, it’s a fact,” Carlos says, tapping a finger against T.K.’s chest. “You stole this out of my laundry.”

“Not sure those charges are going to stick in court, officer.”

“T.K.” Carlos growls out his name.

“Okay, fine, I stole it!” T.K. says. “I was getting ready for work here last week after you left and I realized I’d forgotten a shirt to wear to the station. It was in your clean laundry basket so I grabbed it and wore it. I was going to wash it and bring it back but then…”

He looks embarrassed so Carlos softens his gaze and drops the teasing facade. “Then what?” he asks gently.

“It was just so soft and comfortable and…it kind of felt like being with you. Even when I wasn’t. So I kept it.” He looks up and scrunches his nose a little. “Sorry?”

Carlos is speechless. His heart feels so soft that it’s making his knees go a little weak. He cups T.K.’s face in both of his hands. “You don’t need to be sorry. You can keep it.”

“Yeah?” T.K. asks.

“Yeah,” Carlos assures him. “But we can also find a drawer for you, if you want. So you can keep some of your own stuff here.”

“You’re just saying that so I don’t steal more of your clothes.”

Carlos scrunches his nose, making a silly face so T.K. knows he’s teasing. “Maybe. A little.” He presses a kiss to T.K.’s lips. “But it’s also because I want you here.”

“Thanks,” T.K. says softly, that warm, reassured glow back in his eyes. “So…is this when I tell you that I also have a pair of your shorts? And some socks?”

Filibuster

T.K. is sitting on the couch when Carlos comes down from his shower. This is a little surprising only because Carlos thought T.K. might join him in the shower. It doesn’t usually take much more than a light hint. Often the phrase, “I’m going to take a shower” is enough to get T.K. on his feet and stripping off his clothes, but today he’s right where Carlos left him, staring at his phone.

“I’m making stuffed peppers for dinner. Does that sound good?” Carlos asks.

“Yeah, sure,” T.K. says quickly, like he’s very distracted. “Did you know there’s a type of tarantula that keeps frogs as pets?”

Carlos blinks a few times, as he takes this information in. “No, I did not know that,” he says, heading for the kitchen to find the peppers.

T.K. gets up and follows him. “There’s this type of frog in South America that evolved to taste bad. So tarantulas won’t eat them and instead they keep them to eat all the bugs and stuff around their homes and keep their spider babies safe. They’re like a tiny little tarantula pet cat.”

Carlos turns around and nearly knocks T.K. over, not having realized that his boyfriend was standing so close behind him. He reaches out and gently moves him out of the way as he heads for the stove and begins to prep the filling for the peppers. 

“I just think it’s so cool, two completely different species living together like that,” T.K. continues, hopping up onto the counter, that hyper-focused look in his eye. “Nature is amazing. Forming symbiotic relationships all the time.”

“That is cool,” Carlos says. He chops the peppers in half and rinses them out to remove the seeds.

“Sharks have that too,” T.K. continues. “Those little fish that attach themselves on and eat all the scraps from the shark’s meals. What are they called?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll look it up.”

For a moment there’s only the sound of ground turkey sizzling on the stove as T.K. busies himself in his phone. “Oh right. Remora fish.”

“Of course,” Carlos says in amusement. “How could I have forgotten that?”

“And rhinos! With the birds that are always hanging around!” T.K. sighs. “They’re so cute.”

Carlos walks over and pats the side of T.K.’s thigh. “Move please,” he says mildly, waiting until T.K. shifts over enough that he can get into the drawer that’s hidden behind his legs.  He extracts the spoon he needs and then taps the space again indicating that T.K. can move back, which he does, still talking. “We had a pet frog in my class when I was in third grade. His name was Sir Henry. He died on the hundredth day of school.” At this T.K. looks a little glum. Then he perks up. “But my teacher got a hamster after that and we got to vote on a name. We picked Pikachu.”

“Sounds fun.”

“I wonder if hamsters have a symbiotic relationship with another animal,” T.K. says, picking his phone back up again. “Hm. Nope,” he says after a minute. “But, hamsters will eat their babies if you don’t separate them. Oh! Did you know that it’s illegal to own just one guinea pig in Switzerland? You have to have two because they’re social animals and they’ll get lonely. But then in Peru people eat them for special occasions. Isn’t that crazy how different those two countries are?”

“Almost as crazy as spiders keeping frogs as pets.”

“I wish I had a pet frog,” T.K. says. “Do you think Buttercup would eat it?”

“I’ve seen Buttercup eat his own poop. Yes. I think he would eat a frog if he could catch it. Do you want your filling spicy or not spicy?”

“Spicy,” T.K. says immediately. “I have an old aquarium tank, it could live in there and I wouldn’t take it out if Buttercup was around—wait, do frogs get lonely? Would I need to get two? What if they had babies? Then I’d have hundreds of frogs and I don’t think the tank would hold more than a couple.”

“An overcrowded frog tank does seem uncomfortable. Do you want dressing on your salad?”

“Do you have that organic balsamic still?”

“I think there’s some left.”

“That then please.” He steals a piece of carrot and pops it into his mouth, talking around it. “Maybe I’ll get a tarantula instead. I think a tarantula would be okay by itself.”

“Please do not get a tarantula,” Carlos says with a soft chuckle.

This catches T.K.’s attention and he smiles. “Are you afraid of spiders?”

Carlos wipes his hands on a towel and goes to him, bracing his hands on the counter on either side of T.K.’s legs. “I’m not afraid. I just have a healthy respect for them.”

T.K. eyes him, his mouth twisting into a smile. “You’ve been letting me talk about spiders and frogs for like half an hour.”

“I have.”

“You don’t think that’s annoying?”

Carlos kisses the tip of his nose. “Not in the slightest. You’re cute when you chat at me.”

The fact is he loves it. His home has been so devoid of this wild energy and now that it’s here he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it. 

T.K. drops his eyes, a slight flush creeping over his cheeks. “Thanks.”

“I did miss you in my shower though,” Carlos tells him. “So next time you decide to go down an internet rabbit hole, maybe you could do it when I’m not all naked and wet.”

T.K. bites his lip, his eyes lighting up. “I will work on my timing.”

+1: Hangry

T.K. is delighted to be picking Carlos up for a change. He’s borrowed his dad’s truck for the night (he’s going to get his own car soon…ish…) to surprise Carlos with a fun evening out.

“Hey,” he says excitedly as Carlos slides into the passenger seat, leaning in for a kiss. “You look great.”

Carlos is in jeans and a black polo that is juuuuuust a tad bit too tight in the best kind of way. It nearly distracts T.K. enough to cancel the date and drag Carlos back upstairs to his bed instead, but he forces himself to focus. He knows Carlos has had kind of a rough week at work and he’s determined to make tonight extra fun to make up for it.

“Hey,” Carlos says, his smile genuine, although there’s a little tightness around his eyes that T.K. wants to soothe away with his thumb and butterfly kisses. “Thanks for picking me up. It’s good to see you.”

The way those words melt him inside. Carlos is so good at saying little things that to anyone else would mean almost nothing; but to T.K. they mean the world. He still hasn’t quite gotten used to how much Carlos likes having him around.

“How was your day?” T.K. asks as he pulls out into traffic, carefully navigating between cars that are driving way too slowly for his taste.

“It was um,” Carlos stumbles over his words as T.K. hits the brakes and then accelerates around a Ford Fiesta that he deems far too slow. “It was fine. Just one of those weeks, you know?”

“Yeah,” T.K. says sympathetically. “Well don’t worry. Tonight we’re going to forget all about work. I promise.”

Minutes later T.K. neatly swings them into a parking spot. “Oh,” Carlos says in confusion as he takes in where they are. “I thought we were going to dinner.”

“We are,” T.K. says. “But, I thought we’d do something fun first. I haven’t played mini golf in forever!”

The 126 had driven by the course on a call the other day, the brightly colored animals and windmills catching his eye out the engine’s window. It seemed like the perfect way to spend an evening. Just relaxing and being silly with each other.

“Right,” Carlos says, something strange flickering in his eyes. 

“You hate mini golf,” T.K. says, feeling crestfallen. “Damn it I should have asked. I’m sorry. It just looked so fun and you’ve had a hard week and I—“

“T.K., T.K., take a breath,” Carlos says, reaching over and taking his hand. “I don’t hate mini golf.”

“We don’t have to stay,” T.K. says, still sensing some odd hesitancy in his boyfriend.

“No let’s do it,” Carlos says. “I haven’t played in forever either. It’ll be fun.”

He’s already sliding out of the car, so T.K. follows him, pushing aside the doubt he’s feeling. Hopefully Carlos’ reticence is just work related.

Hopefully.

They grab some clubs and balls (T.K. chooses green, Carlos picks blue) and then head out to the first hole. 

It goes well enough for a bit, they’re both moderately terrible. Carlos keeps hitting his ball too gently so that it comes rolling back toward him instead of up and over all the little hills, while T.K. takes to swinging with all his strength, his ball ping-ponging around into other greens so he has to go chasing after it.

“That’s a mulligan!” he declares for the third time when his ball hops an embankment and goes splashing down into a little pond.

“You can’t call them all mulligans T.K.,” Carlos says with a sigh that sounds a tad impatient.

“Why not?” T.K. says. “Who are you going to report me to? The police? Oh wait. It’s a little late for that.”

He means it to be flirty but Carlos just gives him sort of a strained smile and a half hearted “haha.”

When they get to the next hole Carlos’ ball does the same thing it’s done every other time and comes rolling straight back out again. “Are you kidding me?!” he cries, a little too loudly and angrily.

T.K. frowns at him, trying to get a read on what’s happening here. Carlos seems off. Like super off.

T.K. walks up and places his own ball down, but before he can swing Carlos says, “Can you please take a step back?”

T.K. lowers his club. “What?”

“You’re too far into the green. It’s cheating.”

He blinks a few times. “Cheating? First I can’t call a mulligan now I’m cheating? It’s just a game Carlos.”

“Yeah, a game that has rules that you’re not following,” Carlos insists. “You’re not supposed to be that far into the green. And don’t think I didn’t see you basically slide your ball into the last hole instead of putting. That one shouldn’t even count.”

“Okay, what is going on here?” T.K. says, feeling annoyance snap sharply at his good mood. “You’re kind of being a dick. If you didn’t want to play mini golf you could have just said so.”

“I told you I like playing mini golf!”

“Well you’re definitely not acting like it!” T.K. fires back. “You’re acting like you’d rather be anywhere else!”

“Why are you putting words into my mouth? Just take your turn and play fair T.K.!”

“Uh, excuse me?” 

The pimply faced teenager who gave them their clubs and balls earlier waves at both of them. “Can we help you?” T.K. asks.

“Hi, yeah, I’m sorry, we’ve had some complaints that you two are fighting. Can you try to keep it down? This is a family establishment.”

T.K. looks at Carlos whose face is going red with embarrassment. “Sorry,” he says quickly. “Won’t happen again.”

The kid leaves and T.K. frowns, putting his hands on his hips. “What is going on with you?” he asks. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I don’t know,” Carlos says sullenly, refusing to meet T.K.’s eyes.

His stomach suddenly gives a loud rumble and all the pieces click into place in T.K.’s brain. “Oh,” he says, annoyance and anger settling back down where they belong. “Okay. I get it.”

He turns and heads for the car.

“What? Get what?” Carlos asks as he follows along, confusion evident on his face.

T.K. stops next to his dad’s truck. “You’re hangry.”

Carlos sputters in indignation. “Hangry?”

“You know. When you get so hungry that the entire world feels like it’s shitting on you and you get all cranky until you eat something. Did you eat lunch today?

“I—“ Carlos considers this. “No. We had to skip it because a call came in.”

T.K. nods in satisfaction. “See? Hangry. Don’t worry. We’ll get you all fixed up in no time.”

He drives to their favorite taco truck. His dinner plans had been bigger and fancier, but this is an emergency. He plops Carlos down at a picnic table (still protesting and whining away, only furthering T.K.’s satisfaction that he’s right) and then marches over to the truck to order two of everything.

He waits until Carlos has wolfed down one birria taco and one fish taco before speaking. “Better?” he asks.

Carlos wipes his mouth on a napkin and reaches for a third taco, chicken this time. “These are so good,” he replies, shoving half of it into his mouth like a man who hasn’t been fed in months. “Thanks.”

“Mhm. So next time, maybe just tell me you’re hangry instead of acting like you put your cranky pants on to see me,” T.K. says.

The sigh that leaves Carlos is long suffering. “I already said I was sorry in the car.”

“Buuuut you didn’t tell me I was right.”

This gets him a withering look. “Do you really need to hear me say it?”

“I mean…I wouldn’t hate it.” God he loves teasing this man. It’s so easy to get a rise out of him.

Carlos huffs. “Fine. You were right. Thank you for feeding me because I was hangry.”

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re annoyed.”

#911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #Cats and Chats and Did You Steal That?! #Cute Boys #Domestic Fluff #Boyfriend Era #911 Lone Star Fic

[frostbitebakery]

Last Line Challenge

(I once more accidentally typed Lime. Guys, we gotta do something about this.)

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like). 

I got tagged by the murderpuppy!writer @other-peoples-coats AHHHH 💜💜💜

——

He watches as an armored boot drags across the floor in embarrassment, cheeks color rosy-red, dark eyes blink rapidly and slide away as they fill with a gentle well of tears. “You are laying it on quite thick.”

Soulful, bantha-sized eyes rise to meet his. “Is it working?”

Obi-Wan sighs. “Unfortunately.”

“Yay!”

He takes a step back, hands coming up automatically in defense. Sneaky troopers. “Ground rules,” he gets out before Wooley can double his efforts in… luring him from the Dark Side. Apparently. Yesterday’s undertaking contained Nox holding out a cookie and making pspsps noises at him. Obi-Wan answered in kind on the sparring mat.

——

Listen, I have the urge to draw Sithywan suffering through a hug from Wooley. We are very self-indulgent in this household. And who knows when I’ll get to this.

In the meantime, Pirate-Wan getting those embossed leather vambraces and vertebrae neck tattoo.

:D

I’m flinging no pressure tags like baseballs! @patchmates @charrhylis @foreverchangingfandomsao3 @imrowanartist @batsutousai @ferretrade @gabriel4sam @jedishadowolf @cacodaemonia @adiduck (all the pressure so you get through the flying scenes)

#last line challenge #vibing to: #dangerous by joywave

[wickedcriminal]

Some HTTYD Book headcanons! (A few full-series spoilers ahead)

Hiccup is ambidextrous (because he learned he was left-handed when he was 10, he can now write with both hands! He favors his left of course but it's good to have a fall back)

The Deadly Shadow is hypoallergenic. I don't really know how it works but it definitely it makes Fishlegs's life a little easier

Hiccup says "oh dear" and "oh my goodness" a lot, so I like to think he also says other old lady phrases like "good gracious" "dearie me" and "as I live and breathe". He also calls his friends "my dear", ala "my dear Fishlegs, my dear Camicazi" and "my dear little Toothless" (I'm especially fond of 'my dear little Toothless')

Since Excellinor is a witch and has the ability to prophesy, Alvin and even Fishlegs also have inherited a mild ability to see into the future, maybe via dreams or a sense of deja vu. Fishlegs doesn't figure it out until he's older, in which he picks up soothsaying as a side hobby and gets really good at it.

Fishlegs and Hiccup make songs together and sing them at parties. Fishlegs is a wonderful singer and can hold a tune very well.

Bog-Burglars are some of the best dancers in the archipelago, having some crazy and impressive moves due to being escape artists with impeccable balance and flexibility.

Camicazi never gets taller than 5"4

The trio get more tattoos as they get older. Camicazi gets colorful designs all over her skin that are inked with special oils from Stormfly that allow the tattoos to change depending on her mood. Fishlegs gets a neat, stylized lobster in honor of his mother, as well as a stylized three-headed dragon. And Hiccup gets three seadragon designs; the Wodensfang tattooed on one arm, Furious on the other, and Toothless over his heart.

An idea from @orangeblob79 is that Fishlegs uses a cane for his limp! I love this headcanon and have since adopted it

Likewise, @mrsnaildood brought up that dragonmark/slavemark ink is a super-permanent ink made by mixing dragon and human blood, and therefore dragons and humans fighting in the war and getting blood on each other would create permanent tattoo-like marks, which is SO fascinating and something I definitely subscribe to.

Hiccup does eventually get married, but it's for strictly political reasons. He has one biological kid and then adopts two more! I just feel like he'd really like kids. I also feel like he'd make a pretty good dad, seeing how well he managed to parent Toothless

Mermaids are in fact real. This one's random but Hiccup canonically wrote a book about mermaids so I vehemently believe they do exist in the httyd universe and that Hiccup met and studied them. I also like to think they're distantly related to dragons!

Toothless cat gecko. He purrs like a motorcycle and gives Hiccup head butts and rubs up against his legs or against his face if he's on Hiccup's shoulder. He also gets the zoomies and does biscuits which is REALLY ANNOYING because his claws are really sharp and shreds everything to ribbons. He also responds to pspsps but would NEVER admit it.

#httyd books #httyd book spoilers #feel free to add! #how to train your dragon books #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #fishlegs no name #camicazi #last personal headcanon; hiccup feels very arospec to me #but im also quite partial to the idea he crushed on/ dated thuggory at some point #because thuggory is awesome and really supportive and hiccup deserves nice things

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

~Exploring abandoned house with Dabi~

DABI FANS PSPSPSPSPSPS

(Can be seen as both platonic and romantic)

This is my first ever fic actually the more I think about it, I usually write headcanons and something short.

Trigger Warning: cussing and smoking. 😢😖😖😭 (pants=shat, knees=trembling)

I actually shifted two years ago to him and we actually went in abandoned house so this is inspired by that shitting shifting experience. I had to write this so I don't forget about it since it's such a cool idea.

You = • Dabi= •

Genre: crack, fluff

~If there's grammar mistakes, suddenly you are blind and see nothing I wrote this half asleep/half awake~

Number of words: idfk, a lot 🤡???

I put my whole Maxussy and writeussy into this

~ e n j o y ~

You and Dabi were hanging out late at night, walking around streets chatting about random shit and just enjoying eachothers company, than a bit later y'all left town continuing to just wander around as you two suddenly passed by some abandoned house.

"Oooo look, abandoned house" you said pointing at house

"What, you want to explore it?" He looked at you with smirk as he teased you a little. "You wanna go for a ghost haunt or something?"

"Oh shut the hell up, but yeah I want to explore it, maybe it can be our new hang out spot?" You looked back at him raising eyebrows and grinning

"Don't tell me you want to hang out in this old crap that's falling apart more than I am." (I literally made my own self laugh)

You snorted in response "C'mon I just wanna sit somewhere, my ass and legs hurts from all the walking and we're far away from town. I just can't help it, this shit looks like vibe and perfect place for smoking"

"Alright, alright, but you are giving me some of your ciggs because you are forcing me to go inside of this old crap"

"Fair enough"

He crossed arms proudly and grinned while you two walked up closer to house

"You go first" He said giving you smug look on his face

"What, you are too scared?" You returned him smug expression as you teased him than opened door of abandoned house for him "Ladies first"

He rolled his eyes in response and smirked as he spoke in "female voice" or at least he tried but his voice cracked, he sounded pretty stupid

"My, my thank you, you are such a gentleman"

You both laughed as he entered first and you went in after him.

"Damn, it smells like shit here.." He commented making disgusted expression while he looked around house

"Just like you" You grinned and winked at him

Dabi gasped dramatically and sarcastically than laughed silently in response and looked at you "Asshole"

You two were walking in hallways inside abandoned house, exploring it a little, deciding you'll explore upstairs later

"Careful not to run into hobo" You said as you leaned on wall and took out of your pocket pack of cigarettes "Pspspspspsps come here lighter"

"Did you just called me a lighter and pspsps at me?"

"Yah, I forgot my lighter, now come here lighter, if you want a ciggy wiggy."

He rolled his eyes again and smirked as he put in his mouth one of your cigarettes, you got closer to eachother so that he can light both of cigarettes at same time with one of his fingers

"I'll put that as your name in my contacts"

"You are creative with nicknames I gotta admit." Dabi grinned and laughed a bit as you both smoked and just wandered around inside house kicking some random stuff at eachother like you played football with literal lamp until y'all ran into basement's door.

"There's basement too? Damn" He looked at door than turned back to look at you with shit-eating grin "Shall we?"

"Fuck yeah" You said returning him same look on your face as you both laughed quietly, walking up to basement's door and opening it.

Right when you both walked in, the door closed by itself loudly hmmm classic and you two stood on stairs in darkness.

"Ah, of course it closed" You laughed a little and snorted "Always basements"

He snorted too in response but that little laughs of yours stopped when you couldn't open the door

"Fuck.."

"...fuck" you two stood in silence awkwardly for a moment than snorted again because y'all are careless motherfuckers "I can't see shit"

"Wait" He said than used his quirk for some light "Alright, there we go"

"So we going down?" You said looking at him grinning as you spoke in sarcastic tone "Maybe there's some ghosts" it wouldn't hurt to stay here more for a while and explore right? Unlocking that crusty door can wait.

"Maybe monsters?" He said sarcastically as y'all continued to snort at eachothers words than decided to go downstairs in basement giggling like idiots, this whole situation was just so stupid which makes it all funny.

The basement was pretty empty and dusty as expected. You two were a little disappointed because there was not much stuff, actually there was barely anything at all.

You two looked at eachother slowly than looked at chair, and than looked at eachother again as y'all stood still for a while than grinned.

"My chair"

"Whoever sits down first, the chair is theirs"

After that you two were running towards chair laughing like maniacs, sure it was childish but it was fun so who cares

Dabi first sat on the chair as he bursted into laughter with you, than you grinned at him and kicked the leg of old wooden chair which caused it to break easily since it's pretty old and Dabi fell on his ass laughing even louder with you and glaring a little.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He yelled as he continued to laugh and after both of you calmed down a little, while you helped him up. "I'll remember that and get my revenge"

"If I can't have a chair no one will"

"You little shit"

"Shut up you burnt fuck"

"Edgy thot"

"Staple face"

"Crazy bitch"

"Ugly worm"

You two laughed each time even harder at every new nickname you gave eachother it's like you two were playing ping pong but with words and insults

"You are rude" He said calming down with laughter now smirking at you

"That's my love language and way of showing affection" You blew him a kiss jokingly still laughing a bit

"Ah, so insulting is now new way of showing love?" He rolled his eyes and grinned at you

"It was always"

"Don't shit" He let out a snort than winked at you jokingly as you two continued walking around basement trying to find anything interesting. Eventually you gave up and were about to take out pack of cigarettes but than out of nowhere a tall, skinny, hairless and literally plain figure came out of wall which caught you two off guard a little. It didn't had any clothes on, it had large claws and black eye sockets...

"Rake? This you bro?" You said as both of you were holding in laughter and shitting pants at same time. Well...it ain't that bad to joke in fucked up situations like this right? Besides...it makes situation less worse and at same time worse.

Dabi pushed your arm with his elbow to let you know it's not time for jokes without saying anything. Even though he was at verge of bursting into laughter

The creature wasn't saying anything or talking at all it instead made some weird inhumane sounds and growls as it was stepping closer and closer to you two slowly. And of course you two were stepping back obviously, as out of nowhere there was few more same creatures as this one creeping out of wall slowly.

"What the fuck are these?"

"Not even God I don't believe in knows"

You two whispered to eachother and he snorted quietly at your comments but snapping back into serious expression once again as you continued to step back together. The rake lookingass bitches creatures were getting closer and closer to you slowly, you could feel your heart beat going faster and faster in panic but you remained silent and he did same as you two continued backing away

"Shit" he muttered to himself

As they got close enough to you two about like two-three meters away, Dabi stepped in front of you, holding his one arm out to push you back behind him and as for other arm he used his quirk to burn the creatures.

You continued standing behind him watching in fascination and surprise at his protective behavior. And it did worked, it stopped creatures, but not for long. After a while they were really slowly healing and returning to their normal looks. But at least they couldn't move much for now, as you and Dabi watched celling of basement burn, soon enough there was slowly more creatures coming out of basement walls, and you two watched in pure shock as those burnt one's returned back to normal. Dabi once again used his quirk but for a bit longer now, to make them slow down a bit like last time

He kept looking behind himself a little to check up on you if you were alright, he was really careful and watching out while using his quirk, he didn't want to hurt you. After he burnt these creatures again he stopped using his quirk as smoke was coming out of his arm, and than you grabbed him for his coat as you both started running towards upstairs door for basement exit. You forgot the door was locked but Dabi didn't wanted to use his quirk to destroy it because he was afraid he will burn you accidentally. The creatures were getting closer and closer to stairs, to you both. You decided to kick door, it didn't work at first, but as you tried to kick door over and over again the creatures started walking upstairs. You decided to step back a little and rush to door kicking it as hard as you can, and finally it worked. The door fell off and broke a little as you and Dabi started running towards exit of the house, tons of those disgusting creatures running after you both, you and him almost fell and bumped into something as you runned in panic looking for damn exit.

"WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!?"

"MAYBE HERE I'M NOT SURE?!?"

You two runned towards door in front of you and the door was locked

"WHY IS EVERYTHING GETTING LOCKED IN THIS GODDAMN PLACE?!? WHAT TYPE OF FUCKING CURSE IS THIS?!?"

You shouted in frustration and panic as you watched creatures getting closer and closer to both of you. Dabi and you at same time were kicking and pushing door but the door wouldn't break no matter what. You looked once again behind you two creatures getting even closer as you took the lamp off floor and threw it at one of creatures face. Dabi wheezed and coughed trying not to laugh in this fucked up situation but you were making it harder all time. After that you both ran on next floor as creatures were getting way more aggressive and faster, continuing to run after you both. You and him were gasping for air as running in pure panic than breaking the window jumping through it. You two landed on abandoned car that was right next to abandoned house, good thing it was only second floor, nothing higher otherwise you would break your legs probably and end up like pancakes.

Dabi and you continued running and running unstoppably than after a while turning back to look at house and seems like those creatures didn't wanted to leave house? It looked like they were stuck in it, like they had to be inside that house...But they still watched you two out of windows for a while, than turned back and walked away.

"They... won't leave house and continue running after us, try to kill us?" Dabi said in confusion, now calming down a little bit as he rested his hands on his knees while catching breath "Not that I'm complaining but it's... surprising.?"

"I don't care, I don't want or plan to find out, we escaped without getting injured. That's all that matters.." You said laying down on the side of road catching breath and trying to calm down. Dabi laughed at your words and your actions

"True" He said laying next to you now on the side of road looking at sky as you both laughed and relaxed now.

"But yeah, it is.. quite interesting that they won't leave house. Not to mention your flames couldn't kill them and they got back to normal like it was nothing.

"It's weird as hell, I wonder what these things are.

You know what? I don't want to think about this now" You sighed than smirked at him

"Fair enough" You both laughed, continuing to look at sky while laying next to eachother on the side of road

"We'll chat about this other days than, I guess. I can't think currently as well"

"Yeah I don't feel like braining now"

"Braining?" He snorted at your comment

"mhm"

After a while laying like this, you two lit cigarettes while getting up slowly

"We better get up otherwise I'll fall asleep"

"Heh, alright. Let's get back in town than" he said smirking at you, resting his hand on your shoulder as you two smoked and started walking towards town, it was only ten minutes away.

"Shall we tell league members about this?"

"Fuck no, they won't believe us and they'll think we are messing around with them. They'll ask us what type of shit were on if we tell them."

"You are right. Let's keep it a secret than" he grinned and nodded in agreement with you

"I might sound crazy..but it was quite fun not gonna lie"

"Well..yeah, you made it fun after all. I didn't know should I smack you in head or laugh when you were joking around while these fuckers chased us" He laughed silently, winking at you a little "You are so messed up and chaotic, I love it" Dabi smiled while looking at you in the eyes, messing with your hair a little than grinned

"We should hang out more often, I don't remember last time having fun like this.."

"Sure, I like spending time with you anyways"

You two continued chatting as you smoked and walked towards town together, later on y'all run into white van seeing Spinner, Twice, Toga and Tomura. They were asking you two where have you two been. Of course you wouldn't tell them exact truth now so you and Dabi told them that you two were just walking around and outside town a little. After talking for a while Dabi and you got inside van with others and went in hiding base. It was pretty long, chaotic and pure hell of a day. But it was fun, and you are willing to hang out with Dabi like that more often for sure.

Now that I wrote this finally, I can rest in peace.

I feel like my eyeballs will fall out, I hope y'all like this ig 💀💀💀

Too tired to check grammar mistakes so just ignore them 😍

Goodnight hoez

#dabi #dabi fanfic #dabi x reader #dabi fic #dabi headcanons #dabi bhna #touya todoroki #touya x reader #todoroki touya #touya fluff #touya fic #dabi fluff #my hero acedamia #league of villains #dabi crack #crack fic #touya todoroki x reader #touya headcanons #touya todoroki headcanons #my hero academia

[theautisticfroglord]

Favorite Customer

pairing - barista!julius x reader

fic type - fluff (coffee shop au)

warnings - none

notes - @one-leaf-grimoire I wrote a julius fic pspsps

You go to the same coffee shop that you usually go to. The reason why this is the one you usually visit isn’t just because the coffee is good. The person who works behind the counter is a man named Julius. He’s sweet and charismatic, and you can’t help but to be lovestruck. You think about him as you walk to the cafe. Once you walk into the door, Julius gives you his usual sweet smile. 

“Hello, Y/N, do you want your usual?” he asks. You nod in response as Julius grabs a cup. As you watch him make your drink, you sigh at how pretty he is. The way his amethyst eyes sparkle, you can tell he feels happy doing what he’s doing. You lean against the countertop, staring adoringly at him. 

Thinking about being Julius’s partner, you imagine being able to see the sparkle in those eyes when you wake up in the morning. You notice how soft Julius’s hair is, his sweet voice, the way he looks so adoring. You wonder if he ever will be in love with you in the way you are with him. Your thoughts are interrupted by his soft chuckle as he places your drink on the counter. 

“You’re my favorite customer, you know that?” Julius asks, blushing slightly. Your heart skips a beat at how lovely he is. He leans on the counter, watching you sip your coffee while spacing out. Julius wonders what you’re thinking about, hoping you like the drink he made for you. He sighs, wanting to lean in and kiss you already. He loves you a lot, and loves his job more because of you visiting him. 

The next day, you ask for your usual once again and Julius makes it for you. You feel glad this is your daily routine, so you could see this lovely man and talk to him. You wonder when you’ll gather the courage to tell him about your feelings, how much you love him. He notices how pretty you are again, sitting near the edge of the counter trying to act natural. 

Julius tries not to let you see him looking at you, so he looks down at his hands as he fidgets nervously. You notice, and start looking at him lovingly, spacing out again. He notices you staring. 

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Julius asks, hoping he didn’t do anything wrong. 

“No…” you mumble, looking away in embarrassment. You hope he doesn’t think you’re unusual. He takes this opportunity to place his hand on yours. You look back at him, your face a deep shade of red. Julius tries to take his hand away, thinking you hate him now, but you squeeze his hand, still blushing. You gulp, finally having the courage to say this to him.

“J-Julius, I- I love you,” you blurt out, softly rubbing his hand. Julius gasps and blushes in surprise at your confession. 

“You’re so sweet, adorable… I’m being driven crazy by my love for you, you’re just so wonderful,” you look down at the table, blushing even harder. Julius looks at you and sighs softly. 

“I… love you too, Y/N,” Julius murmurs. He looks at you wistfully, placing his other hand on your cheek. 

“But… can I really date you? We just met not too long ago…” Julius murmurs, beginning to doubt himself. 

“Let’s try, okay?” You ask sweetly before pressing a kiss to his lips. When you pull away, Julius leaves from behind the counter so he could hug you.

“I’m done for now, Y/N, let's go,” he says, taking your hand and bringing you out the door. You feel excited that you finally have him as a partner, and so quickly, too. Julius takes you to his house that wasn’t too far away, and he takes you inside. He brings you to his room excitedly before picking you up, kissing your face lovingly. You never thought he would be this romantic with you this quickly, but you aren’t complaining. 

Julius places you on the bed and gets into bed too, kissing your face. He wraps his strong arms around you, making you feel secure. He presses his face into your neck with an adoring laugh. 

“I’ve always dreamt of cuddling you like this, you just look so pretty,” Julius smiles, making sure you’re comfortable. You think to yourself how warm he is, and his hugs are more lovely than you could have ever imagined. You’ve thought of him hugging you and kissing your face for a while. You cup his face in your hands, pecking him on the lips. Julius blushes as he thinks he’s going to cry, the way your kisses feel is just so wonderful to him. He feels safe when you touch his face. 

A while of kissing later, you’re both tired so you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. A couple hours later, you wake up to see your partner asleep, and you notice Julius’s eyelashes and how breathtaking he looks. You hold his hand, looking at him in the saw you’ve wanted to for so long. Still tiredly looking at Julius, you decide to kiss him while he’s asleep, softly petting his blond hair. As you continue to peck his soft lips, he wakes up to the feeling. He holds your hand, and you pull away when you notice that he’s awake. 

Julius kisses you back as you try to pull away, halting your movements. You and Julius both lay in bed together, taking in each other’s warmth. Staring into his eyes, you notice that same sparkle you always see. Then, in that moment, you realize he loved you all along, and this feeling he had for you wasn’t new. Julius sighs into the kiss, feeling relieved that he gets to do this in the morning instead of just looking at you and imagining holding and kissing you like this. 

When you pull away, Julius gives you that same sweet smile. You now know that smile as more than a greeting. It’s a way of him saying that he loves you.

#black clover #anime #cute #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #fluff #coffee shop au #my writing #fanfic #fluff fic #black clover fanfiction

[remylong]

You never told me what really happened over those few blistering months in 2008, but I guess I wasn’t alone in that. Even when the newspapers shoved a mic in your face, even when you were being grilled by the lawyers, even when you were standing on that trap door, waiting for the drop– what really happened was a secret you’d bring to the grave.

hello guys since it's jc apps season again and it's been a couple months since i was last annoying about this... friendly reminder that i wrote a little thing titled YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN BLUE and you can read it right here on the internet for free!!

it's about (amongst other things)

💙 secrets

💙 staircases

💙 /r/sgexams

💙 & taylor swift's 2008 hit song love story

writing this was one of the highlights of my jc experience (because i am extremely cringe and lame) & i really hope you like it too!! if you're applying for jcs rn good luck & hope u get into the school of ur choice ^_^ i legally can't influence ur decision but pspsps... 💙💛🕊️... u wanna be burning hot sooo bad

[gorgeous fanart by @averlym :)]

#yes i named it after the school from bare a pop opera #sorry for being a theatre kid 😔 #singapore #singlit #writers on tumblr #writblr #writeblr #ao3 #is this enough tags

[rrain-writes]

I wrote a fox wild fic instead of working on my wip. Oops sorry guys.

What isn’t said in this is when Twilight was leaving Wild’s Hyrule, a piece of his crystal broke off, and when Wild touched it he was able to turn into a fox. I don’t know if that makes sense, but yeah.

Imagine him wearing his crystal as a necklace, earrings, whatever you want. Go crazy.

Part 2

Wind skipped along towards the front of the group happily, Hyrule in tow after convincing him to leave Legend’s side.

“It’s a new Hyrule!” He sang. “A new adventure!”

“Pipe down.” Someone grumbled.

Wind just laughed in response, before abruptly stopping. Hyrule followed his gaze, trying to work out what Wind was looking at.

“A fox?” Hyrule asked.

“A fox!” Wind replied, before crouching down. 

“Hello.” He said, softly, a hand outstretched towards the small animal. “Pspsps. Hello Mr fox.”

The little fox sniffed, and cautiously crept towards Wind. Its ears pricked up, and it scampered off as the rest of the chain reached the pair.

“Hey!” Wind complained. He looked back to the trees. No sign of the fox.

-

“We can set up camp here for the night.” Warriors said after the group had scanned the clearing.

Hyrule was examining a mushroom, and circled around a particularly interesting tree before coming face to face with a fox. It has the same fur as the one Wind had tried to befriend, half its body covered in orange and half brown.

Hyrule smiled. “Hey there. I’m not going to hurt you.” The traveller held put a mushroom he was holding. The fox just titled its head to the side, bright eyes watching him.

It trotted away, and Hyrule followed it to a cluster of mushrooms that looked slightly different, bigger and redder than the one in his hand.

It gestured towards the clump with its head in a very Hylian way, that reminded Hyrule of Twilight when he was in his wolf form.

“Thankyou.” Hyrule said softly. The fox smiled.

-

When Legend saw the fox, sniffing around near their bags.

“Hey!” He said, standing up. “Shoo! Get away.”

The fox looked up at him curiously, hopping just out of reach.

“Get. Stupid fox.”

The fox bounded up to Legend, and hopped away again as the vet reached down, like it was teasing him.

Legend sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I said shoo!”

The fox stared up at him with big eyes, before bounding away. Legend could have sworn it was laughing.

-

Sky panted, swinging the master sword at three particularly ugly bokoblins. A quick glance around showed that the others were too far away. The monster had him surrounded, and he was already worn out from the long fight they had endured just minutes before this group had appeared.

There was a high pitched ‘yip!’ and a red blur jumped and attached itself firmly onto one of the bokoblins arm. Sky took the opportunity to stab it in the chest before spinning around and killing one of its friends in its confusion.

The red blur, which Sky could now see was a fox, landing next to the hero, growling at the last bokoblin fiercely. Sky’s sword moved quick and swiftly, the monster falling to his blade.

Looking down, the fox stared at him before sneezing, then it ran away back into the trees.

-

Warriors went for a walk down to a nearby river from the chain’s camp, when he finally saw the fox everyone had been talking about. It was easily identifiable, due to its odd fur.

“Ah.” He said, when he saw it approaching him. “So you’re the little fox that’s been stalking us.” The fox stilled, head tilted to the side.

Warriors put down the clothes he was meant to be washing and beckoned the fox closer. It stared at him, then trotted off in the direction of the stream. Warriors laughed. “Alright then.”

He followed it down to the water, and began washing the clothes while it frolicked in the shallow water. It came over to him at one point, and playfully began to tug with its mouth on the clothing he was in the middle of washing, which was in of Legends tunics.

“Hey! Rip that and I’ll never hear the end of it!”

The fox just tugged at the tunic again, before Warriors got up to follow it into the water. If anyone saw him playing with the fox in the river, he’d deny it.

-

Four was examining Wind’s sword when he saw the fox. He looked up at it, but once he saw that it was content just watching him, he turned back to the sword.

The was a quiet shuffling, and when he looked back up the fox seemed to be sitting slightly closer than before. Four frowned. Strange.

When he looked away again, there were more quiet movements, and when Four returned his gaze to the fox it sat within arms reach. Four shook his head. What an odd fox.

Four looked back at the sword to examine the handle, when a furry face popped into view. The fox rested its head on Four’s hand, and looked up at him.

“Hey!” Four said, pushing it gently. “I’m working here. Off.”

The fox just whined and shuffled closer. Four sighed, and put down the sword. “What is it? Are you hungry? Because I don’t have any food.”

It just looked at him. “What, you want a sword?” He asked it as a joke, but the fox jumped up, and gave a short bark. Four tilted his head, trying to work it out, and the small creature copied him.

He shook his head. He was imagining things.

-

Time was on watch one night when he saw the fox. Its blue eyes glowed in the darkness, as it watched him.

“Hey there.” He greeted. The fox cautiously crept forwards, gaze never leaving Time’s.

He sat still as it reached him, sniffing curiously.

When it had decided that he was okay, the red fox yawned and nestled in beside him. It seemed to comfortable, leaning against his armour. He chuckled quietly to himself.

“Aren’t you adorable?” He asked the sleeping animal. “Malon would love you.”

The fox snuffled in its sleep, and when it turned its head Time got a closer look at the curious markings adorning its face.

He frowned, and looked back to where his protege, Twilight, was sleeping.

“Huh.”

-

The chain were walking along an empty road, open fields stretching out to either side, when Twilight, who was walking at the front, stopped. This caused the rest of the group to come to a stop beside him, trying to work out what he was staring at.

It happened to be the little red fox, sitting in the middle of the path.

“Wait a sec, this is the fox ya’ll have been seeing?”

The Links all gave some form of agreement.

Twilight laughed, shoulders shaking, then he knelt down, grinning at the fox.

“You know, Kit,” he said, to the chain’s confusion. “I’m offended that’cha pranced around without even saying hi.”

The fox yelped and ran at Twilight, but just before it collided, its little body was surrounded by a glow of colour, not unlike when the rancher transformed into Wolfie. Except the fox’s colour was a reddish-orange instead of Twilights dark grey.

Suddenly Twilight was hugging a boy, laughing as the kid buried his face in his shoulder.

“Yeah, missed you too.” He said. When the two pulled away, the chain saw that he had the same bright eyes as the fox, and markings adorning his face not unlike Twilight’s, except for his were an orange colour.

Twilight stood, pulling the boy up with him. “Remember how I use’ta tell you ‘bout the heroes of legend?” He asked him.

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #twilight #wild #legend #four #hyrule #sky #time #Oneshot

[draagu]

more dlc gaming! ow dlc spoilers

started by jotting down log stuff more neatly so here's those:

anywho! scrambled my way into the lab looking area where they tested ways of entering the "dark world"

naturally, I tested what happens with the 2nd prototype and exploded myself, so curiosity really did kill the cat

i am yet to find the code to the area in the reservoir, I think

my memory is fading of what I did um uh

I think I watched the slide reel on the vault? one of the slides at least

took a visit to the dark world in the submerged structure, wrote down what I found there, but it was nice and pretty! couldn't really figure out how to leave the main island without waking up though

also saw the vision in the vault while there, neato

weent back to the endless canyon(? I believe) and finally got down to the river, n took a nice boat ride!

saw the vault structure again, got retold what I already knew since I had been there again, and continued forth to swampy looking area, but didn't stay long bc closed door and then I heard a screech and got scared

boat ride led me all the back and the the loop ended! and that's all for today :D

I think I mainly need to explore the dark world stuff more, interesting stuff

also! I noticed that the RGB pixel effect appears on the dark world reflections and not the light world reflections when the loop ends or I die, wonder what that could imply :3c

pspsps @dramaticuser I summon thee

(also if anyone else wants to be tagged lmk ig)

#dragugames #outer wilds spoilers #echoes of the eye spoilers

[cozfics]

Pspspspspsps hey you

Imagine Wild from LU with a s/o tags just stupidly cold like all the time.

Now- imagine the group happen to be travelling through a snowy area, and s/o is low-key seconds away from passing out, despite being a cocoon of jackets and scarves.

AND NOW- imagine group is attacked, s/o is pushed down a snowy hill and lose some of their jackets and blankets in the fall.

They hit their head and are unconscious, but the snow is still falling so they're slowly being burried.

Cue panicked Wild.

Where are they?

Is that them!

No, just their coat.

Fuck, their coat. Theyre cold.

Cue more panic as he searches the snow for s/o.

He eventually finds them half covered in snow, shivering and pale, lips blue.

Cue: devastation.

Wild is FREAKING OUT! He needs to figure out how to warm them up while also finding the group.

What will he do?

Will s/o survive?

Find out next time...

Whenever you decide you want to take on this request and interpret it how you like. You choose the ending!!!

...

This is my roundabout way of asking for a request with this scenario, please and thank you<3

- pspsps anon

Chilly Tumbles (Wild x Reader)

Word count:2.2k

Pairing:Wild x reader

CW: Heights, hitting head, blood, mentions of others going without

Notes:Sorry about the long wait, hope it's worth it I really tried hard to make it good. I was really excited about this one too, sat down and wrote it all in one sitting, which is big for me!

The cold can kiss your ass. Honestly, you felt that way most days while you bundled up in layers of clothes most people called excessive, but never have you felt the sentiment of fuck the cold than you did right now as you hiked your way up Hebra mountains alongside the boys. And quite honestly? You felt awkward next to them. Here you were bundled in a sweater, and snowquill trousers you had borrowed from Wild, (Which really meant he had thrust them into your arms, and when you had tried to reject them so he didn’t freeze his ass off he had cut you off with “They’re a spare pair.” and walking away before you could argue any longer.) A scarf, winter hat, A winter jacket from home, and gloves alongside the cold resistence elixir. (How were you still so cold?) Meanwhile, the boys were dividing their resources amongst themselves. 

The only one who was remotely close to being as bundled up as you was the sailor, and while the young hero would normally be arguing against being favored over the others he was pretty quiet. He was wrapped in the spare snowquill coat with War’s scarf wrapped around his neck. You had lent him a pair of earmuffs, which he did actually try to argue about but he stopped after you explained it wasn’t about his age. It was because he grew up in a tropical environment. And besides his ear tips were red enough to rival Legend’s tunic. He needed them.

The rest of the boys had downed elixirs and meals and divided gear amongst themselves. Legend had a ring to keep him warm. Hyrule was bundled in the warm doublet. Apparently Wild had been working on grabbing extra clothes every time he popped in his world to help in situations like this.

You were currently bringing up the rear of the group, Only Hyrule and Four lagged behind you. It had just recently started to snow, as well. You wondered if Hylia was above you, laughing as the conditions around you reached whiteout levels. The cold bit at you through your layers. You realized you couldn’t see any of the others anymore. Before you could open your mouth a voice cut through the wind.

“We need to stick close. It’s getting bad out here. Wild is there anywhere we can take shelter until the blizzard blows over?” Time questioned, taking charge. You took his speaking as an opportunity to catch up to the bulk of the group. It seems Four and Hyrule had the same idea so now at least you were all together.

Wild had pulled out his sheikah slate, tapping away. “Nowhere we’d get to before the storm blows over, or without severely backtracking.” He responded after a minute. Time stood, obviously mulling over the choices he had.

“I will say, if we backtrack and come get these monsters another time, there’s still a chance this will happen again.”Wild put his slate back on his belt.

“And we’ve used a lot of resources to get this far..” Warriors remarked. That seemed to be enough for Time to give in and sigh.

“We’ll keep heading towards the peak then. Everyone stick close. Captain stick towards the back and make sure no one falls behind.”

With the decision to continue having been made, You pressed on. You hunched over, trying to stay as warm as possible. You were starting to vibrate with shivers as the temperature just kept dropping. How could the others be so…. Unbothered by this? It baffled you. It seemed like you would have quite some time to let your mind dwell on the question. You guys still had about a day's journey left to get to the supposed group of black-blooded monsters.

Within about an hour the wind had picked up loud enough that you couldn’t hear the crunching of snow. Or the cry of a startled Warriors as he was attacked. The cold and wind however didn’t keep you from feeling an impact to your side. You were caught unaware, launched in a direction. You managed to land on your feet, but there was something else the snow would hide from you it seemed. Where the ground was stable. Your foot slipped and the rocks under your good foot gave out. You would say you were approaching the ground at a rapid rate but quite honestly you had no idea as you tumbled down the side of the cliff. Pain erupted in your right shoulder as you slammed against a rock jutting out from the side of the mountain. You were relieved for a moment when you felt your fall slow, only to just barely have enough time to realize your jacket got caught on another rock. The rock ripped your jacket, leaving you to tumble out of it.

As if that wasn’t enough pain blossomed from your head as you hit it against the mountain. Then nothing.

The silver lynel had blended in with the blizzard. The boys hadn’t seen it till it was right on top of them. The really bizarre part was it was horridly out of its territory. Or at least that’s what Wild kept trying to insist to his teammates between dodging hits. Wind and Hyrule had sustained injuries leaving them out of commission for the fight already. Wild was trying to get enough distance to release some arrows into the damn thing's head. The only issue was that if he got far enough away that the attack would be effective, he wouldn’t be able to see the lynel.

Wild rolled to the side as the lynel took aim toward the skies to shoot arrows into the sky. Legend had (Dangerously And stupidly) Taken this chance to get close and slash the hoof of the beast. Wild bit back an annoyed groan as black oozed out. Well, that explains the abnormal behavior at least. The creature charged, slashing his sword at Wild, but his footing slipped. Wars, Legend, Wild, and Time all spotted the opportunity to attack the lynel, slashing at his back, his chest, and his hooves. Sky stabbed the monster's side and it let out a furious roar, rearing up as the boys scattered again. Wild didn’t like this. Thanks to the blizzard he couldn’t make out his brothers while they fought. One of them could be injured and no one would know. They would just have to hope that one of the others ran by them during the fight. That's how he found out about Wind and Hyrule.

Thinking on that when was the last time he saw Four… or you for that matter? He didn’t have much time to think about that as the lynel breathed fire his way and he had to quickly leap out of range. Yes! That’s the kind of opening he was waiting for! He took a running start and pulled out his paraglider to boost himself up into the air. With his newfound distance, he pulled out a bow and notched an arrow as he took aim. He released the string to fire the arrow right in the lynels head. The beast whipped its head and let out a pained roar, stumbling. Wild watched as his brothers seized the opportunity and ran in to beat the creature up a little more. Well, that answered where Four was. Wild hoped you were just tending to the injured.

Wild watched as the creature swung at Sky, sending him flying. Damn it! He was starting to get desperate. He watched the Lynel stumble from its leg injuries. Wild, who to be fair is known for being reckless, raced for the opening, launching himself on the lynels back. He mounted the lynel, slashing at it repeatedly. His brothers moved in again, using the distraction to their advantage. This time the beast crumpled. It stopped moving, finally dead.

“What in the goddesses' names were you thinking Wild! Do you know how dangerous that was! You could have died!”Twi was marching over.

“I knew what I was doing. I’ve done it tons of times before” Wild remarked.

“Not on a black-blooded Lynel”

“It’s my Hyrule. I knew how to handle it. The fight couldn’t drag on any longer, our elixirs will be wearing off soon.” Wild insisted. Twi seemed like he wanted to continue but Time interrupted. 

“It’s already done now. No point in fighting over it. We have injuries to attend to and potions to be handed out.”

Wild nodded. The snow was finally starting to let up. One thing that he noticed incredibly quickly was that you were nowhere to be seen. He started off walking around calling for you, but when he got no response it turned to frenzied running. Still nothing. He ran over to the others. Wild told them he was going to look for you and tossed some cold resistance elixirs their way before leaving to look for you. He didn’t give them a chance to object to his ideas, which they absolutely would have.

It didn’t take long for his search to lead him to the edge of a cliff. Oh no… He could see exactly where you slipped off. He started climbing down. Okay, okay this is fine. He’ll find you. You… you probably just found a cave to stay in.., Yeah! Wild finished climbing down the wall and started wading in the waist-high snow, calling for you. It was honestly really freaking him out that he couldn’t see ANY trace of you in the snow. He kept on walking.

A sudden thought hit Wild. Oh no... Your cold resistance elixir had to have worn off by now. You were probably freezing. He had to find you, and now! Wild perked up when he saw a flash of color in the distance. Ah! There you were! He began to race over, sloshing through the snow and nearly tripping over his own two feet in the process. After reaching his goal (And only face-planting in the snow a single time mind you!) He was all ready to celebrate and wrap you in a hug…. Except... It wasn’t you. It was just your damn coat… Your damn ruined and ripped coat. That you had to be freezing without. Aw for fucks sake! Why can’t things ever go to plan? Or well, Wild isn’t exactly known to plan. Ugh, why can’t things ever go to impulse! Okay, this is fine. Just a person lost on a snowy mountaintop, freezing to death. No pressure here Wild. He took in a deep breath and continued his search, not like there was much else he could do.

Wild kept himself busy scanning over the snow for any signs of you. It was the only thing keeping him from breaking something in frustration. Ah! There! He rushed over when he saw it. A place where something had obviously disturbed the snow. Even the blizzard couldn’t hide it. He made it over and started desperately digging, flinging the snow behind him like a dog digging a hole. The man seemed feral in his desperation. There you are! Lips blue and no longer shivering. But the good news is you were still breathing. Wild let out a sigh of relief. He began to check you over and he quickly noticed, that your head was bleeding. The snow around your head had turned red. There was no way he could take you up to the others, and he had no way to wake you up at the moment later. 

Honestly, both were problems he could face later, right now Wild had to find a way to warm you up so you even could wake up. Thankfully he had explored many nooks and crannies in his time here. There was a tiny cave nearby, nowhere near big enough to hold ten people, but it could easily house two people and a fire. He began to carry you that way.

Once you arrived in the cave Wild set you down and began to work on his fire. He kept you a decent distance from it. Warming you up too fast would threaten to put you into shock, and he knew you were deep into the stages of hypothermia. You’d be lucky if you lost nothing to frostbite quite honestly. The next thing he got started on was removing your wet layers to keep you from getting too cold. Of course, letting you warm up would have been easy, and nothing in any Link’s life was ever easy. So while he was trying to help you warm up, the world seemed to rumble.

Wild drew his sword, ready to fight whatever was stupid enough to try to attack him. As he got ready to leave the cave the world grew dark. You were snowed in. There had been an avalanche, and you were nearly dying from hypothermia. And no one knew where you or Wild were…. He sat down with his head in his hand to ponder the situation for a few moments, before moving to lay next to you, pulling you close to his chest to try to warm you up.  In this moment the only thing Wild could think of was how glad he was that there was a hole in the ceiling of the cave so he didn’t have to put out the fire. 

#pspsps anon #lu x reader #lu wild x reader #wild x reader #Still bad at endings

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalleyskillschallenge

Prompt: Back to School Pairing: YasMoon More cheer content for Best Lesbians!!!

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You’re at the mall with your boyfriend, he’s upset He’s yelling at you while completely drenched in sweat He doesn’t get nonviolence like I do

I’m in Marseille, it’s a typical summer night Watching the kind of sissy chick flicks he doesn’t like And he’ll never smell like roses like I do

But she wears short skirts I wear t-shirts She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That all that macho shit Won’t keep your chakras aligned!

If you could see that I won’t get a tattoo of you Without asking first because that’s creepy You don’t belong to me And I think you should flee

Walking the halls with you and your lecturing I’m sort of shocked that you still want to hang with me Seeing your laugh and thinking to myself “I’m glad Moon forgives easy”

And I see your ex acting like he’s worth your time After all he ever did was treat you like some prize You said it was love but I know better than that Have some self-respect and don’t you dare take him back!

But she wears high heels I wear sneakers She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers

Know I’m nobody now, and I’m just some tryhard But despite how Hawk’s changed He’s got no clue who you are!

If you could see that I know all your favorite smoke spots Music, movies, outfits down to your bikinis And where you go on shopping sprees

Flying home to see you on the prom night I know they thought that I came for Demetri But he’s only a beard to me And you’re all I see

Oh, I remember you leaving me behind For the school karate gang But you’d end up in a bind ‘Cause mean kids are all the same

And I know that I fucked up And I know I was a bitch But if it meant there’d still be an “us” Then for you I’d make a switch

Do you see it when we’re tanning by the poolside? Do you see it when we’re sitting in the booth and I’m like please Why can’t you see me?

And I know I’ve missed my chance over and over And longing’s not bringing you any closer Even if I have to plead But you belong with me Maybe someday you’ll see

You belong with me And one day I’ll feel free To say what I wish we could be And what you mean to me

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@karatecaulfield pspsps

After I made this, I...maaaaaay have gotten kinda carried away with the YasMoon cheerleading content and wrote them a dumb little You Belong With Me cover. Whoops ^^;

So You Belong With Me has actually always kinda given me YasMoon vibes, but like...in a roundabout way? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that technically Yasmine and Moon BOTH canonically wear short skirts and high heels (which like. Good for them!!! It's such a Look and they slay!!!), but it makes me think of post-S1 YasMoon, where Moon was still one of the most popular girls in school, and Yasmine...definitely was not anymore. And we DO know that Yas started dressing more "modestly" from S3 onwards (as annoying as it was that she had to give up her "evil slut clothes" to undergo character development ig -____-), so it doesn't seem out of the question for Moon to keep the skirts and heels while Yas transitions to more casual, mundane stuff so as not to draw attention to herself. Definitely wouldn't blame her for wanting to stay under the radar after the wedgie video went viral lmao

Also TELL me Yasmine wouldn't look cute as fuck in pink tennis shoes and/or pink converse!!! Like come on!!! Girl would be ADORABLE in bright barbie pink stereotypical "not like the other girls" clothing and the more I think about it, the more I NEED to see this in S6. Also because it would be really funny if Moon just like. Had a thing for mean people in casual sportswear XD

Actually, went a bit apeshit and made this entire thing pink💗💗💗 What can I say!!! They just look so good in bright girly feminine colors!!! I have SUCH a weakness for hyperfemme4hyperfemme lesbians tbh. Same for hypermasc4hypermasc gays, hyperfemme4hyperfemme gays, and hypermasc4hypermasc lesbians 💖 Idk there's just something so special about queer couples who don't give a single flying fuck about The Straights™️trying to impose their "one person MUST be masculine and one person MUST be feminine in all couples!!!" brand of heteronormativity on LGBT folk. Masc4masc pairings that feel 0 desire for any femininity in your romantic relationship I love you, femme4femme pairings that feel desire for any masculinity in your romantic relationship I love you--

Yes I know realistically speaking most LGBT and non-LGBT couples are a pretty solid mix of masc and femme between BOTH people but I'm trying to make a point here akjsdiulfhkdufh

Fun fact: I was reading cheerleader anecdotes while researching how cheer squads work, and I learned the stereotypical pleated cheerleader skirt is...actually considered kind of dated??? At least in the actual cheer community. Which I think is a damn shame, because those skirts are cute as fuck D: But TBH Moon is popular enough that she could wear the most dated pleaty cheer skirt on the market and STILL rock it. Plus make it look "cool" and "retro" XD And we damn well know Yasmine will think she looks hot regardless <3

ALSO idk if I've ever mentioned this before, but it blows my damn mind that Yasmine is practically wearing the lesbian flag during the scene where she signs Demetri's cast :O Take away that blue stripe and she literally would be??? Like that whole but needed to be any more ragingly queer-coded than it already way XD NOT MY GIRL SAYING SHE KNOWS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE PUBLICLY HUMILIATED TO THE POINT OF BEING OUTCASTED AND OTHERED. WHILE WEARING A GODDAMN LESBIAN SWEATER. AND THEN IMMEDIATELY "STRAIGHTENING" THE HOMOPHOBIC JOKE ON HIS CAST AND COVERING BOTH THEIR GAY ASSES IN ONE FEEL SWOOP AJDIOSUHYFDUG Lesbian queen!!!

Also this subtext is going to make me go fucking INSANE I swear to GOD

Rambles specific to the dumb little song I wrote under the cut!

Basically the scenario I'm imagining here takes place during S3. A recently fallen-from-grace Yasmine is now at the bottom of the school food chain, forced to watch from the sidelines as her ex-best-friend (who STILL gives her the time of day for some reason) remains a popular, universally-loved socialite. And she finds herself in a strange position.

She can't help being a little envious, of course, since she remembers when she was that widely respected. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth that she once ruled the school, and now her second-in-command is blossoming and thriving while she's been reduced to a pathetic laughingstock. And with Moon expanding her circle as Yasmine's shrinks, Yasmine always ends up feeling left behind.

But it's more than that. With Moon soaring high while she's crawling through the dirt trying to catch up, Yasmine believes more and more that she's not worthy of her best friend's time. Like Moon has outgrown her in a way that leaves her feeling desolate and lost.

And yet Moon lets her stick around. Yasmine knows she should spend more time counting her blessings and less ruminating on her newfound status as the school loser.

Because, for some strange reason, Moon doesn't actually seem to care. For now, that's enough.

Unfortunately, her enduring popularity doesn't make Moon immune to the kind of self-interested assholes Yasmine's trying not to emulate anymore. Moon's ex--the subject of many a horror story concerning the Valley in Yasmine's absence--can't seem to leave her alone. Whether it's making passes at her when she's very clearly not interested or wrecking her science project because he can't stand to see her happy without him, the guy cannot for the life of him take a hint.

Moon vents at lunch one day that she loved him, and it broke her heart to watch him turn into such a jerk. Yasmine hopes for the sake of her own sanity that her friend is exaggerating.

Because Moon really, really needs to set her sights higher than some possessive creep who gets her name branded on his skin after a month of dating, and then acts like it cosmically bound them forever. The issue is that Yasmine has no idea how to convey this tactfully enough that Moon will actually listen.

For the most part, Yasmine is grudgingly happy that Moon grew a backbone. But she misses when her opinion had more sway, based on force and conviction alone.

It's times like these she wishes the two of them were on speaking terms over the summer. Then Yasmine could've told Moon to fucking run.

Moon's ex gets better, at least. Stops being a raging ass. Actually steps back and respects Moon's relationship with Piper.

(As sad as that thought makes Yasmine, for whatever reason.)

And yet he still watches her walk by with those big, sad eyes of his, like she's eternally the most tear-jerking scene in some depressing drama. When Moon stops to chat with him--friendly and kind, even after everything--whatever she says flies in one ear and right out the other.

It's so fucking pathetic. Hawk puts her on this shining pedestal of divinity and utter perfection--his own personal angel of salvation. But ask the boy so much as her favorite color or her favorite animal or her favorite store at the goddamn mall, he would bluescreen faster than a Windows Vista.

And frankly, Yasmine doesn't give a shit about his stupid fucking redemption arc. Good for him that he's not acting like a human dumpster every second of every day, but Moon isn't obligated to patiently help him wade through the muck of his own bad decisions. Fix and tidy up his perpetual list of issues.

Moon is more than some trophy to hand out for not being a shithead.

She's a whole human being, with thoughts and dreams and hopes and feelings. She likes turquoise jewelry and yoga and California rolls. She wants to be a massage therapist, but is worried it would pay like shit. She likes spending quiet, thoughtful nights walking around hidden corners of the bustling city. She realized she had a talent for baking and cooking when she made weed brownies to give out at school. She loves decking herself out in glowsticks at raves because it makes her feel like some mystical fairy. She listens to mostly electronic and top 40s bubblegum pop, but every now and again, she craves nothing but a good classical piano piece. She adores trashy romcoms, and has only ever been taught to be ashamed of it. Especially by people like Hawk.

And she's the most incredible person in the world.

She’s the reason Yasmine boards that plane back to LAX, if she’s honest.

Sure, it’s got something to do with her father’s frequent pestering about her love life. The exhaustion of constantly faking enthusiasm for a relationship that has only ever been a cover-up. And she isn’t keen on missing junior prom for a ceremony ushering in a stepmom scarcely better than the one who gave birth to her.

But the moment she sees that blue dress, that curled hair, that euphoric beam when Yasmine walks over…

Nothing else at that dumb dance even registers.

And yes, she dances with Demetri. Grinds on him as much as she’s expected to. Even stays for the afterparty to make out with him for good measure. She has to keep up appearances, after all.

But with Moon tired and headed home, Yasmine excuses herself after 20 minutes, suddenly no longer able to stand Demetri's mouth on hers.

In the coming weeks, Moon seems to buy into Hawk's song and dance hook, line, and sinker. Somehow, sad puppy eyes and pining stares and sob stories about how he's "lost his confidence" are enough to make up for him not knowing any more about her than a stranger of the street. All the conversations they've had and dates they've been on and intimate ways they've entwined their bodies, and Hawk has managed to ask Moon so remarkably little.

He's learned so remarkably little about the girl he's convinced is his soulmate.

And it's beyond frustrating to see Moon worrying herself over Hawk's neverending teen angst and annoying inner demons when Yasmine worked to better herself, too--and all she expected in return was a halfhearted pity friendship. When Yasmine's the one who can make Moon laugh without even trying. When Yasmine knows Moon's brunch order and favorite spa treatment. When Yasmine has seen Moon high and wasted and everything in between. When Yasmine's the one who always held Moon's hair back when she yakked her entire stomach contents into the toilet.

When Yasmine's the one who rarely leaves Moon's side. When Yasmine's the one who sits closer than just friends in every restaurant booth. When Yasmine's the one who sneaks longing glances at Moon not out of some mopey self-pity that she can never get the girl, but because she simply can't help it.

She'd look at Moon forever if she could. She'd gladly spend eternity taking in everything that was Moon--everything she'd ever been and everything she'd ever be--and never expect a damn thing for it.

And again and again and again, Yasmine is overlooked. Nothing but background noise in Moon's solemn duty to take care of a boy who will never deserve her.

And it's pathetic, really. Moon had a girlfriend. Kissed her in front of the whole school. Yasmine saw the instagram pics. It's not like Moon isn't open to being with girls that way.

Yet every time Yasmine wants to finally tell the truth, something stops her. Something holds her back. Something whispers in her ear that Moon would laugh in her face. And perhaps it has less to do with them both being girls, and everything to do with how they feel worlds apart these days.

After all, what hope is there for the cheer captain to love you back when all you are is that joke of a Front Wedgie Girl sitting in the bleachers?

#allvalleyskillschallenge #yasmoon #yasmine x moon #moon x yasmine #moodboard #aesthetic #yasmine cobra kai #moon cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #cobra kai season 4 #cobra kai season 5 #wlw #lesbian #femslash

[god-crazy]

I wont ruin anyone’s image of luke but mine when i wrote this latest chapter of my fic is this guy :

YES ITS MALS ACTOR FROM SHADOW AND BONE cuz just his hair lol plus hes tall and broad shoulders too hehe. The body🤌🏻 Kinda with Elliot’s face tho. His eyes are too ✨mesmerizing ✨ to fantasized someone else’s🥹 (but mals actor eyes give me second thoughts 👀

Pspsps i made 5k today yay! Im sure ill be posting the new chap by tmr!

#blood and soul ao3 #lucemond #omega aemond

[blueparadis]

Pspsps baby blue ♥️ *HUGS* sending some tasty food for the pu$$y after reading your debut bllk post 🥰

Tw nsfw twt vid!!!!

These two reminded me of Bachira’s part 😳😳😳🥵

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I just scheduled another bllk hcs post where i wrote about the positions they'd be into. Imagine my surprise when I tell you that I kinda wrote this??

The second one, yeah, very bachira!

#not lying when I say that blep of his turns me on ‼️ #love letter 💌 #thank you for the food #bachira has me under his spell #i need to make a tag maybe #to yell about him

[jupiter-balls]

Blind Channel advent calendar

Day 13: „I got balls the size of Jupiter 🎶“

Same situation as last time. Niko was sitting alone at his kitchen table staring at a box wrapped in universe themed wrapping paper this time, contemplaiting if this advent calendar he did with his bandmates was a good idea. Thinking back to the last gift he got, he was still really happy that there were no shoes in that box. And he actually already put the gift, the shoe cleaning supplies to good use, which meant his beloved checkered vans were as good as new and ready for the last gigs of the year.

But he knew this present was gonna be a joke. He already got the Jupiter reference from the wrapping paper, and  thinking about the lyrics that were connected to Jupiter, the lyrics that his bandmates obviously all connected to Jupiter, he knew whatever was in that box was gonna be a joke.

Well let’s just see what those idiots (meant in the most loving way) came up with now, he thought and unwrapped the box. And of course there were words written on the box again. Words that he knew would be there: I got balls size of Jupiter.

Because Niko knew all this thinking would probably not give him the right answer to what the guys could have come up with he decided to just open the box right away this time. To see a plushie???. Niko had to laugh. He expected something weird for sure, but how did the guys find this thing. And what even was that thing. It looked like a planet for sure with the colors but since when do planets have hands and legs. It even had an 😮 – face. Well let’s just ask the guys he thought grabbing his phone and going to their group chat:

The real violent bob: Okay what is this thing?

Just Olli: ???

The real violent bob: *picture of the plushie

Little Menace (Niko decided to change Aleksi's name in his phone after the shoe box thing): That’s a plushie obviously…

*The real violent bob removed Little Menace from the group chat

The real violent bob: Seriously guys this whole DJ thing just doesn’t work I think… But again. What is this plushie thing.

Porko: It’s Jupiter. So you have something to refere to your ball size from now on 😜

The real violent bob: You know the love from last time, I think I take that back…

Just Olli: The lyrics came from you Bob 😘

Niko would probably never admit it out loud, but he actually did already like his little Jupiter friend...

- 🦋 wearing a santa hat

I don't even know what to say to this one. It is a continuation from lonelyvomit's advent calendar fic that I wrote for day two, and that's also were I know the plushie from. It's your username that gave me the idea, and I actually thought it might fit. I also have to say this wrote itself. If you don't like this though, please let me know so I can write you another one

@lonelyvomit pspsp your plushie inspired this 😂 .

No this is great had a bad night and this was perfect to wake up to! Just admit you like the plushie Niko! 🤣(I like how they went all out for the joke too)

#BC advent calendar #Thank you butterfly I left you a leaf and some sugar water!

[energywarning]

can i have ripley/agent 3 headcanons pspsps ( btw i fucking adore how you draw the agents so much OUGH )

(TYYY😭😭.)

yes. Let us fucking go babey...

-Semi secret nerd. Its not that they hid it . Like for a while they just forgot what hobbies they have. Engrossed by agent work they p much only did tht and it kinda it took over their life ? I mean not that they were very social (they werent .... at all) but like theyd at the very least go walk thru the city, look up new shows to watch n shit at the video store. When alex, them n eight start talking to eachother on the regular alex asks them what they enjoy doing in their free time and they just go "uh." Cus they forgot what they liked at this point they dont do shit. Agent work+ turf war when they can (which is rarely, so they got behind on bills etc. Wrote abt that already i think ). Eat and then sleep lmao.

Fave viddy game :metal gear solid 2, tekken 4.

Fave Music: a few machine girl songs. Some linkin park. like 2 songs. Initial d love is in danger eurobeat types. Asura... Dare i say some sleeping at last even .they Listen to the ultra sappy songs and Think. If anyone were to learn abt that theyd be pretty embarassed though probably.(author note :those artists /viddy games etc exist in sploon somehow. Cus i said so though any reference to animals that do not exist in sploon are like. Changed up and all lol. Solid snake might be solid eel for example)

- raised w the "pull yourself by the bootstraps bitch" mentality. Result is ?? Bad? Thinks... badly of themself. has way too much trouble asking for anything to ppl they care abt bc the "deserving to do so" bar they set up for themself is quite literaly impossible to reach . Will Push Themself till they break, "BOOO I SUCK i am not good enough i am not trying hard enough *going above and beyond*" 0 respect for themself. *like. dying or smth* no no its fine i am Fine.

.. Stuff like that.

They are like self aware enough that its not a good thing to do to others but not enough to know they dont deserve to treat themself that way as well most of the time.

-managed to have this p funny dynamic w marie when they started out as an agent where they did whatever was asked of them (3 go on this mission now yes i know its 4am. Also go buy a crusty seanwich for gramps, also can you buy me a lottery ticket-) but behaved in a way equivalent to a rock Emotionally .To the point where they got labeled as a brat/bitchy(ripley wasnt meant to know about it but callie talks... A lot.). When they didnt really do anything lol??? Resting bitch face+lonely+bad at talking rip. Mentioning it bc it makes me laugh + marie feels so guilty still about it. Marie feels guilty about a lot actually.

- barely moves in their sleep. is also a very light sleeper. Used to sleep with one eye open like they say... has trouble falling asleep . Often, somewhat. Nightmares and all, if the nightmare is p bad enough to wake them up theyll just curl up and try not to shake/cry too much.

- has a knife under the mattress /couch w the handle poking out for quick access. Just in case someone breaks in... or smth. Alex thinks this is . Peculiar as hell but ripley has always done this so they dont see the issue.

- horror viddygames/movies doesnt scare them... if anything it makes them laugh ("Wow the ink there is really badly done... haha").

- an excellent cook, makes food for eight and alex whenever they can. Goes to the market to get the freshest ingredients and all the sellers are afraid of them. What can i say they Love Haggling <3 .

- fashion is not their forte. I mean they have a style... sorta, not really. Likes comfy clothes, sportsy a bit. Casual shirts and all. Maybe a bit of casual whatever the fuck its called...military ish ? Very-Old-grandfathercore clothing even. but just looks at those types of clothes from afar (eight looking at ripley in the background taking notes of what theyre looking at so that she can buy those for them later LOL). ( they do not like buying themself things, . "I have clothes that are still in wearable state. Somewhat. why would i buy anything rn do i even have enough money for this"). Almost Any nice/fancy clothes they have, were bought by eight, or alex, or pearl actually. But mostly eight.

- likes collecting small rocks from when they go on hikes lol.

- talking abt hikes. And camping. Theyre pretty ultralight about this. And by that i mean the only things they bring are:

a raincoat (if they know its gonna rain), something to disinfect small cuts, A sak(swiss army knife), a lighter, their walking poles.

And a pocket blanket, re usable survival blanket bag style .

Glamping for them is sleeping on a hammock.

Now of course if they go camp w eight its not the same bc eight wont let them sleep on the ground ??? Duh??? "You go in the tent with me now ripley thank you" "but its a 1 person tent there will be condensation-" "now please! :)"

-cant fake smile... does so anyway, a bit awkward for them .they look in pain if anything, even if they are not and just trying to be a normal person and flash . A Normie smile that people have.

- Sneezes like an old man or whatever you know those sneezes that wakes the dog up n shit.

- when they got back from agent work and went on their way home at night, sometimes they said fuck it and took a detour, or stopped a few bus stops before and just walked, not so safe sure but the sights sure are pretty, the cold air felt (feels) nice. After enough walking they bought a soda and just chilled on a bench, they either got up and went home for real or fell asleep there if they wer3 too tired. A small indulgence but it broke from the work eat sleep thing they had going on. Starts to do this w 8 and 4 too shortly after they meet+talk to eachother(the walking at night part not the sleeping on a public bench), its a nice moment to have and to share.

I probably had more in my head but u kno. I forgor like they say. Also im not rewritting anything else i posted abt b4 in full cus im lazy hhah.

Ty for the ask feel free to send another one if u have other questions ^_^

#sillies #ripley(3)

[djpurple3]

yknow like none of my fics do the same numbers they used to when i wrote sanders sides fic and i shouldnt be upset about that,,,,, but sometimes im kind of upset about that

like commenting culture is so weird i know already but like augh... pspsps.... please.... tell me u like it....

the fandom that is the best at leaving comments (that arent too weird, too) in my experience Has been the ninja turtle people tho. idk whats in that fandom but they leave some good comments

#t/ss was also pretty good for nice comments but usually u also got kinda weird ones. which doesnt surprise me #can't forget that one person who called me british bc i used the world 'whilst' once in a 14k oneshot and demand i change it to #'make it more american' #like a) ur wrong abd b) no. it's been like 4 years and i still resent you #writing mcy/t fic is rough sometimes because i fucking love to write it but people hardly comment #the worst fandom was overwatch. like NO ONE commented. that could have just been bc no one was reading my works tho #dj rambles #vent #i guess #somewhere in my brain i was a 'semi big tss writer' but like. only one fic was vaguely popular. #tho i mean a lot of people read the effects of shame. i wish i could ifnish that sometimes but aughgdkjgdffg. yknow? #i also dont want. people to think im into sides anymore #tho i am living a little double liffe i do still write tss stuff i just write smut on another completely unrelated blog. it amuses me #sorry im just rambling fr. i just think about this too much #i wish i could churn stuff out like i used to #even like a year ago i was writing like fucking crazy #im just. iASOHSDG!!!