#but yeah i still have to actually sign it. i need to chill some first tho. and try to get rid of this fucking headache.
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Did some apartment unfucking
Done in a very stressed hour and a half
But it is done.
#speculation nation#the bedroom is a front i just shoved a bunch of shit in a box and into corners so that it wasnt visible from the door#Actual bedroom unfuckening will be done later. i do want to get it genuine clean. just not now.#it really is kind of crazy having less shit Everywhere. it's good though. it's very good.#i have a killer kind of headache tho 😭#contemplating buying delivery as a reward for getting this done...#i wanted to do laundry today but that was just too much fuckin stress#oh yeah. the showing did happen but it was brief & i overheard the guide say that this unit isnt available anymore#and they sent me the lease in the email!!!#i read thru it and it's overall the same as before. aside from internet being included too. and also rent going up lol#god. rent next year will be an entire 50% more than when i first moved in. these market price increases are Insane.#but yeah i still have to actually sign it. i need to chill some first tho. and try to get rid of this fucking headache.#too much stress. too much focus. my brain does not like it lol
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❝𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬❞
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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚
【ＳＦＷ ａｎｄ ＮＳＦＷ ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ】
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
GENDER NETURAL BUT AFAB READER sorry :')
REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! check the bottom of this post for information <3
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When you first start to begin noticing signs of having a crush on him, Ranpo immediately picks up on it.
Does he actually say or do anything about it? No . . . Not for a long while.
He's not embarrassed or nervous about it, actually he uses your little crush as a advantage to tease and mess with your cute little brain !
"hey, (Y/N) can you get me some pockys? I'm about to die from hunger, y'know!"
"..I'm busy, Ranpo."
"oh, fine."
...
"oh yeah, (Y/N) I seem to recall you were staring a lot at me earlier, which is kind of odd for a friend-"
"I'll get those snacks now"
Ranpo's never had a crush or significant other, so there are some things he doesn't know what to do. but he mostly treats your relationship the same way he treated you back when you were just friends
At first, he was a little nervous about saying things like 'I love you' because he thought it sounded cringe, but after a short while he needs to hear you say it 30 times a hour with lots of kisses💋
Ranpo can be a little shit at times, but he makes up for it for his good memory and always being able to understand you better than you know yourself.
Example: Ranpo will always remember little things about you! He noticed you staring at a T-shirt in the mall once and suddenly you've got it gifted to you, "from the worlds greatest detective; to my favorite assistant"
A lot of times when you're working in ADA, Ranpo will just hop onto your lap and keep still and silent as he eat snacks.
He loves being in your presence, just being around you is enough.
He's not crazy on PDA, usually holding your hand and dragging you along with him. He'll occasionally tease and embarrass you in public though, most of the time it isn't intentional
"(Y/NNNNN) :( can we please go to that bakeshop !"
"we were just at one. Besides, you still have that cake to finish at home."
"..."
"WHAT THE- GET OFF MY BACK YOU CRAZY MAN-"
"LETS GO TO THE BAKESHOP THEN-"
Ranpo is a BIG cuddle bug! He loves being little spoon especially. Just laying on top of your chest or besides you as you caress his hair and kiss his forehead
He'll melt from your touch
He's a baby
Ranpo doesn't usually get jealous. It's a rare thing actually, he's a chill guy and just uses his deduction to know you love him 110%
He's probably gotten used to Dazai flirting with you, before you two got together, that he's unbothered by other people
TXT: "Ranpo ! Some guy is flirting with me !"
TXT: "👍"
TXT: "do you not care that someone is trying to get with me?"
TXT: "woah there. FIRST OF ALL☝️ I've already deducted that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. You care to much. SECOND OF ALL☝️ I've also deduced that he's drunk"
TXT: "I'll go buy you some ice cream now..( ╹▽╹ )"
TXT: "👍"
...
TXT: "ily"
TXT: "I love you too( ◜‿◝ )♡"
I feel like Ranpo isn't good with feelings and his words. When he notices that you're angry or upset, he'll kind of just be lost on what to do to cheer you up
He'll make some unhelpful comments here and there, trying to cheer you up and joke around... But then it might piss you off a little more
HE'S TRYING(｡•́︿•̀｡)
He's bad at reading emotions, and when he does understand he'll share his snacks and keep quiet...
His love language is: words of affirmation and physical touch
He's not one to use pet names, just usually call you by his own nickname for you and that's it. Occasionally he'll call you his 'favorite assistant' or his 'watson'
Ranpo gets a boost in his confidence whenever you praise him. You and Fukuzawa are definitely the most important people in his lives, meaning your words mean SO MUCH to him
If you're the type to like cooking and cleaning, you've won him over. He hates chores and loves just sitting around and eating snacks
If you feed him as he sits or lays on your lap he'll literally die a happy man
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Ranpo is a switch, but definitely leans towards a bottom more
He'll be a very loud person in bed when you're on top of him.
If you tease him and poke at his sensitive parts, Ranpo will get flustered. You will catch him blushing and trying to keep quiet, just poke at him some more
Of course, don't be mean to him though. He only likes it when you praise him for doing good, because he's very inexperienced.
Ranpo is good at giving oral, he knows how to read you and where you like to be touched the most
Whenever Ranpo has a rough day, he'll either want you to ride him to make him feel better or he'd want to eat you out
"Mmmm... You look so good riding me like that,"
"just like that, Aah~"
"Love, I'm gonna- A-Ah"
He's noisy, but you can shut him upಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ
Ranpo doesn't have that strong of a sexual desire. Sex isn't the most important thing to him. it's you🫵
If you ask him enough, praise him all day, and have a little teasing at eachother, maybe your lucky enough to walk home with him pulling you into the bed( ꈍᴗꈍ)
His favorite positions are cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, anything with you taking control
He's very lazy and will let you do most of the work
Ranpo actually doesn't have any kinks, and I know a lot of you will be like "no he'd have a praise kink☝️" but I'm sorry to say that, Ranpo would 100% find the idea of kinks disgusting
LIKE I KNOW. I can see him having a praise kink too but it just fits so well for him to find 'kinks' disgusting
He doesn't like using toys either. Well, specifically for himself
If he feels like teasing you and edging you on, expect him to be using a vibrator on you and moving it around to get you moaning, but that's it really
If you're a easily-embarrassed or awkward and shy person, he'll definitely tease and mess with you when he's taking the lead
He's definitely had you doing things with him in the office and after you're finished you'll be like, "did... Did that really just happen?🧍♀️"
"Ranpo, the others are gonna be back any moment, please let's just finish at home.."
"Mmm, not a chance... Now, if you're so worried about it, you better start moving faster for me, sweet one.." he spoke, his hand on your ass as he straddled you on his lap as he sucked on a lollipop, his eyes were on yours. His other hand moved up your back and caressed your body.
How did you ever get dragged into this with him? Oh wait. It's Ranpo.
Ranpo loves face sitting
He'll eat you out like a unspoken religion, digging his teeth into your inner thighs just to hear your sweet noises as he knows he's doing good
He also loves it when you leave lipstick kisses all over him
YOU'LL LITERALLY MAKE HIM ALL NERVOUS AND BLUSHING. He'll be at a loss for words and start to ignore all eye contact
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I will write any of the following: smut (all characters WILL be aged up), fluff, crack/joke, specific plot, angst, HC's, BL, GL
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I accept requests for any character from any of the fandoms I have named :)
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FIRST SALLY FACE POST!!! I know, I’m late to the fandom. But 🤷🏻 ya know…just some cute fluffy Sally Face headcanons about reader’s first kiss with Sal, Larry and Ash. Just can’t stop thinking about kissing them…🫠 ENJOY!
First Kiss 💋
SAL FISHER 🎸
Honestly, I think he would have wanted to kiss you the day y’all met but…his face :( he’s too worried about his face
Whether yall are dating, just friends, pining hard asf for each other…you will have to initiate the kiss.
You’ll def have to have a conversation about it first, ask his permission and prepare him for it. He’d prefer you ask him/tell him before just pouncing on him.
If you decide you want to kiss him on his prosthetic tho, LITERALLY NO NEED TO ASK, JUST. DO. IT. BABY. He’s been dyingggg to have you kiss his face, even if it’s not his skin, he still feels the kiss, feels his gut drop…feels his hands and feet become hot and tingly with excitement. Kisses over his prosthetic make him smile so hard.
When you finally do get to your first lip-to-lip, no prosthetic kiss, SALLY IS SHAKING IN HIS BOOTS. Maybe you’ve already seen his face, maybe even traced a finger along his scars before…but KISSING?!?? He’s so fucking nervous. And you are, too.
You really had to work up the courage to ask him but you finally do. It goes something like…
“Hey, uh, Sal? Can I kiss you?”
“Sure.”
“On…the lips?”
“Oh, heh. Sure.”
“……like…without your prosthetic?”
and he starts SWEATING under his prosthetic as he mumbles a shy “o-oh, okay. C-cool. I’m down.” Internally, he’s excitedly punching the air rn. Externally, he’s shaking like a leaf.
He’s honestly so worried you’ll be scared and/or grossed out by the parts of his lips and cheek that are missing and revealing his teeth. He worries he might drool on you a bit too…just praise this sweet boy after the fact, okay?
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“Hey, uh, Sal?”
“Hm?” He responded as he fiddled with the knobs at the top of his guitar, gently plucking the strings and then twisting the knobs accordingly. It took you literally like 5 minutes of staring at him and hyping yourself up in your mind to even open your mouth and say his name. After his short response, you felt you needed another internal pep talk before you said anymore. This strange pause made Sal look over at you. He looked back to his guitar and then did a double take at you, just to make sure he actually saw you staring at him. His room became suddenly silent.
“Can I kiss you?” You finally spit it out, looking him dead in the eye as the words leave your mouth. He seems chill about it, his eyes relaxed, his shoulders slowly shrugging as he leaned back on his bed more. “Sure.”
You take a quick but deep breath, your cheeks beginning to feel hot. You could feel your blush slowly spreading. “On the lips, I mean…” He’s still keeping his eyes on you and you can tell he’s smiling a bit from the way his eyes squint and slightly wrinkle at the corners, his prosthetic covering his actual smile. “Heh, yeah. Sure, (Y/N).”
At this point, it’s almost painful how embarrassed you are and you’re sure you probably have a really stupid look on your face. Shit…this is not going as smooth as you’d like it to.
“Like……with the prosthetic off.” You say bluntly, watching for any sign of a reaction from him. His eyes fell open wider, leading you to believe he was no longer smiling, but maybe had his mouth hanging open in shock? It takes him a moment to process it and respond.
“O-oh! Right uh…c-cool. Yeah, sure.” He lets out a shaky sigh before pushing his guitar off his lap and to the side of his bed. As he reaches behind his head to unclip his prosthetic, you just watch and feel yourself becoming increasingly warm and tingly, your nerves really getting the best of you right now.
His prosthetic falls gently from his face onto his bed. He closes his eyes immediately and leans in quick, hoping you won’t look at his face too hard and change your mind. You can’t help but smile as you watch him for a second before your eyes close and you lean towards him. Your lips meet his and it’s…not what you expected at all. But in a good way! His scarred lips are actually really soft, he must put chapstick on often. And he’s so gentle. It’s just really warm and soft and sweet and the kiss is lingering but very still.
You pull back to see him smiling ever so slightly, his eyes still closed. The smile slowly becomes a frown which becomes a quivering bottom lip. Sal still has his eyes closed as he silently cries. He then spends the next few minutes very quietly telling you about the time he watched some lame romance movie with Larry and asked him if he thought someone would ever love him like that and Larry told him he totally would.
Larry was totally right.
LARRY JOHNSON 🤘🏽
Larry most definitely asked you if he could kiss you. He’s like really fucking into you but also he’s such a gentleman. He’s very considerate and would for sure ask for your consent first.
He’s probably tried to ask you at several different times but he always chickens out. He’d always start by saying your name to get your attention. Then you look at him, your expression is always one of expectation and wonder. He can’t bring himself to say what he really wants to, so it’s always like…
“Oh uh, sorry. Lost my train of thought.”
“Does it smell weird in here to you?”
*insert shitty pun here* (always makes you laugh and makes Sal groan)
You find it very cute that he says your name so often. It sounds nice paired with his small lisp.
I JUST KNOW that this boy practices what he’s gonna say to you in the mirror like literally every morning. He’ll stand at the bathroom sink, talking to himself. Most the time, he thinks he’s doing good until it dawns on him that he’s talking to himself in a mirror. Then he’ll just facepalm, sigh and continue on with his day, knowing he’s such a chicken shit.
One time, Sal was going to the basement to show Larry some cool shit he’d found on the fifth floor of the apartments and he froze just before he knocked on the bathroom door. He heard Larry, repeating the same thing over and over.
“(Y/N), can I please kiss you?”
“Please let me kiss you…”
“Would it be okay if I-“ *frustrated sigh*
Sal finds it equally hilarious and endearing to witness. He definitely didn’t tell Larry that he heard all of that tho.
Finally, one day, Larry found himself in the perfect position to finally say what he wanted. He called up the whole group and invited everyone to his place to chill. Everyone was on board…until Ash canceled to finish up some homework and Sal canceled bc he forgot he told his dad he’d be home for dinner.
A group hang out turned into a sort of date for you and Lar Bear.
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“Damn, what a bunch of losers! How dare they blow us off for homework and family!” You jokingly declare, making Larry look over at you with a toothy grin. “No, really!” He agrees, trying to offer you a genuine smile but he…sort of feels like he has to puke right now. He’s always had a weak stomach. And you make him extra nervous.
The two of you sat in the treehouse, both sitting on the floor across from each other. The room would be silent now were it not for the heavy metal music playing lowly in the background. You didn’t feel awkward though, not at all. It was actually nice to enjoy some peace and some music with your crush friend. Larry kept looking frantically between you and his feet, his breathing speeding up as he readied himself. Right as he opened his mouth-
“Hey, I forgot I-“
“(Y/N), I wanted to-“
You both stop simultaneously and then you both start laughing. “You first.” You say in unison, making you both laugh even harder. “No no, you first, (Y/N).” He insists, holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
So you start, “I forgoootttt I got you something.” You turn and reach into the bag you brought along with you and pulled out a plastic package with a set of paint brushes inside, sliding them across the wood floor to him. “Saw these at the dollar store and thought maybe you could use some more. They’re…well, from the dollar store so they probably suck but…” You shrug and watch as he picks them up. It’s such a small simple thing but…he’s so flattered. Youre so nice. Instead of thanking you or showing any gratitude, he just…
“Can I kiss you?” And you don’t even give him an answer. You just crawl over to him and smush your lips into his. You’re smiling into the kiss, leaning forward on your hands as one of his big hands reaches up and rests on your cheek.
He brings you a painting of a pretty landscape on regular white paper the next day. He’s sure to tell you that he used the brushes you got him and that they are actually pretty good for dollar store brushes.
ASHELY CAMPBELL 💜
BITCH
This bitch
This cute, sweet, amazing little-
I’m gonna try to make hers as long as the boys but
YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT THIS BABE WOULD NOT JUST SMOOCH YOU SUDDENLY IF YALL WERE ALONE AND THE VIBE WAS RIGHT
Like what am I supposed to write for her?
She would for sure just press a fat kiss to your lips if yall were alone together one day, chilling in her room while watching a movie.
I’m sorry, she’s all for consent ofc. But…she’s pretty spontaneous and bold asf.
“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.” That’s her! She’ll just go for it.
Kiss now, ask questions later.
If you’re chill with it, cool. Let’s…do it again maybe?
If you’re not chill with it, she’ll very sincerely apologize and ask you to totally forget about it (and pray you’ll still wanna be friends with her)
She’s also very obviously smart. She wouldn’t just kiss you if she thought you weren’t into her that way. She picks up on your hints and the way you blush and smile at things she says.
She knows you like her. She wants you to know that the feeling is mutual. 😘
So she invites you over for a movie night, tells you to bring pajamas and snacks if you want!
And then she waits until the best part of the movie, when you’re really invested in the plot and not expecting it-
She says your name in a breathy voice and as you turn your head to face her… 💋💋💋
Also doesn’t even bring it up to the boys until a couple days later. Says it very lowkey but she’s totally bragging.
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“Oh my god. This movie is actually so sad.” You sniffled a bit as you watched the flashing colors on Ash’s TV in front of you. She laughed softly into her hand, watching you get teary eyed. “Aww, you’re such a softy, (Y/N)!” Ash nudged you playfully, making you laugh along with her.
Ash’s parents had gone to bed already and just you two were awake in her home, both curled up on the couch under the same blanket. Just being under the same blanket made you both so nervous. She kept stealing glances over at you, her smile never leaving her face. You were too into the movie to notice.
Ash pulled the blanket up on herself a bit more, the edge of it now sitting right under her chin. Her hand very slowly crept closer to yours, the whole time she was holding her breath. As soon as her pinky touched yours, you stiffened and she finally exhaled. You tried to keep your eyes on the TV and not look over at her with red cheeks, all embarrassed with heart eyes for her. But that’s exactly what she wanted.
She wrapped her pinky around yours, gently tightening the grip she had on you. Then very quickly, almost too quickly, she pulled away. You wondered what that was supposed to mean. Was that like…a flirty thing? Or a “you’re my bestie” type thing? Or a romantic thing? Or just nothing at all?
Before you could get too deep into your thoughts, she softly cleared her throat before saying your name. It wasn’t a whisper, you could clearly hear her over the TV, but her voice was so low and whispy and her breath smelled sort of minty (as if she was fully prepared for this moment).
As you turned your head, your lips brushed against hers, your noses slight bumping together. She was so still, so calm and relaxed, like she’d rehearsed this moment over and over again. You on the other hand…are taking a moment to grasp the situation here. You sort of just kissed, not fully but kind of by accident. Was that an accident or…? No, why would she be this close to you if it was an accident-
Ash is about to laugh at you and your expression but stops herself. She can tell you’re flustered and confused but also very into this. She smiles with adoration for you, her eyes nearly shut as she leans in. Okay, now you’re sure that was definitely not an accident. You suck in a breath and let your eyes fall shut just as her lips finally rest onto yours. A soft hum vibrates through her as she pushes into the kiss just a tiny bit more.
As you part, the soft kiss noise the two of you make is enough to make you both lose it. Ash is now completely hidden under the blanket, her stomach doing flips as her face continues to burn bright red. She’s laughing, you’re laughing. Finally, she speaks up from her hiding place under the covers.
“Was…that okay?” She asks, seemingly much more shy now. This makes you smile even bigger as you pull the blanket up to join her under it. “Oh yeah! Totally. I…I liked that.” She seems to perk up a bit at your reply, now looking over at you in the shadow of your blanket fort.
“We can do it again. If you want…”
#Sally face#sal fisher#sal sally face#sally fisher#larry johnson#larry sally face#ashely campbell#ash sally face#sal fisher x reader#sally face ashley#sally face larry#sf larry#sf sal#sf ash
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would you ever write for logan huntzberger!!<3
HELL MOTHERFUCKIN YEAH BITCH!!!!!!!! okay I have a oneshot planned for this but it's not gonna be an immediate thing so don't hold your breath for that but ANYWAY
one thing Logan will absolutley not stand for is you sleep depriving yourself. not if you actually have trouble sleeping bc that's different but when it's voluntairy?? when you push yourself to stay up late and get up early?? god help you. god help Logan tbh. he tried to be chill about it, he really did. but after one of your many, many sleepovers with Logan, you forgot to shut one of your phone alarms off. you tried to turn it off before he woke up, and you thought you'd succeeded. Logan still slept peacefully next to you, lying on his back with one arm wrapped around you and one resting over his face. you knew you should go back to sleep, it's early and he kept you up so late last night, but the sight of your unending notifications is too much to resist. you're just going to check your work email really quick. and maybe your texts, just in case there was an emergency or something. and maybe start proof reading that doccument you need to get ready. you reach over, careful not to wake Logan, and grab the bluetooth keyboard you keep in your bag. it might seem overkill to some, but the sooner you edit this doccument, the sooner you can move on to the next- uh, go to bed. totally. that's totally your plan. Logan, however, is not asleep. he watches you out of one eye, keeping the other shut. after a few minutes, you really show no signs of stopping. knowing that you have all your stuff set to autosave and backed up to a cloud, he reaches over, picking up your keyboard.
"Nope." his voice is groggy with sleep as he sets it on his night table. "Too early for that."
the way you blush when you realize he's up is so cute he's tempted to... keep you up again. instead he grabs your phone as you sputter out a protests, unable to avoid a flustered giggle at how protective he is over you, over your time and your health, at how he helps you enforce your boundaries.
"It's too early, ace."
his voice is more affectionate this time as he turns on do not disturb, then sets your phone on his night table.
"but- what if there's, like, an emergency or something?" you ask, and it sounds flimsy even to you. he pulls you effortlessly into him, adjusting the blankets the way he knows you like.
"a work emergency?" he asks, and you nod. he smiles a little, blinking with sleep as he settles you down. he presses a kiss to your nose before responding. "they'll call me."
you seem unsatisfied with this answer, but he feels you relax into him, feels your breathing slow down.
"and I'll tell you all about it, first thing."
you can't complain at that, and he punctuates his point with a kiss to your forehead. as if there was any doubt that Logan always has your back, especially regarding how much sleep you get, the last thing you hear before you drift off again is his voice, somehow sleepy and firm and full of love all at once.
"get some sleep, ace."
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why the emilia camp thinks otto is their most threatening member 👍
i see some people being confused on why the emilia camp collectively seems to agree that otto is the biggest threat there for some reason and like. yeah. i get it.
but let me explain real quick why i think it makes sense for the emilia camp to think that :O !!
otto though is disarming because. well okay look at him he doesnt look threatening at all. he has the looks and personality of a wet cat. hes whiny. hes cringe fail. he gets stressed out with paperwork. he looks like you could just smack him around like a bug. he HAS been smacked around like a bug. but that makes him unpredictable because apart from roswaal, he is the Most Amoral one there. you can expect roswaal to be trying some shit, but youd never know when to expect otto is planning something. his moral compass is just “does this benefit me or my loved ones in some way? if not, then its gonna be gone 🥺”.
sure, he does nice things sometimes out of the goodness of his heart. he genuinely means well a lot of the time.
but also then you read the shit hes thinking in his internal dialogue and its like.
“should i go save some girl i dont even know from bandits??? hmm lemme think for a couple minutes. im the only one that can help rn… some guy claiming to be her dad is begging me to help his daughter, but also hes kind of annoying… but i dont even live in this city so why should i help… or Care. actually. but i feel kinda bad about this girl… but also this is gonna put me and my profits in danger… but if i reject helping then im forever gonna be known as the guy who abandoned them and then i wont be able to make any sales in this city anymore :<<<< ……anyway im gonna help them then lol im so smart.” and then he gets captured by the exact same bandits anyway so hes like “well okay now me and this girl might be sold into slavery so i might as well save both of us or ill feel bad ☝️☝️”
(yes. yes this is genuinely ottos thought process if you read through the Otto's Bittersweet Peddling Log side story.)
except all the back and forth Calculation he does in his head Stays In His Head and doesnt match up with his outward appearance most of the time. which means that sometimes his words dont match up with his actions. “dont be surprised if i leave at the first sign of danger,” he says, right after risking his life and writing a suicide note over a dude hes known for like four days. “ahah thanks for giving me a vacation to see my family…” he says, damn well knowing he cant go back home yet otherwise he’ll get sniped by assassins. “im gonna give you some of my own money bounty money to help you BUT BUT BUT DONT THINK THAT IM NICE OR ANYTHING I NEED MOST OF THE MONEY FOR REPAIRS OK YOU CAN ONLY HAVE A BIT :<<<“
this also means that whenever otto says or does something Particularly Questionable, all his friends are still kinda blindsided by it because otherwise otto seems Mostly Fine in comparison to whatever the hell everyone else has going on. hes just a wet pathetic cat of a guy ahah. theres nothing more going on with h—
“if everyone in vollachia dies but rem and natsuki-san live, then we’ve won. if everyone in vollachia lives but rem and natsuki-san die, then we’ve lost.”
um otto can you repeat that. what the fuck did you just say.
otto looks Mostly Normal, Just Stressed Out or Somewhat Chilling the vast majority of the time, and then he whacks you over the head with a steel chair. like can you imagine being garfiel and learning that this pathetic rag of a man is actually pretty brave when it counts. youre like “oh cool lol we kinda beat each others asses and i was Annoyed but now that thats all over i got some newfound respect for you!!” and then you read through his diary and hes got a suicide note in there, which is like. okay fine whatever hes kind of a clown just like my New Captain lol but hes dedicated to his friends, ill give him that. and then a year later you find your now brother figure (whos also lowkey highkey an alcoholic) with a broken hand after punching a wall because he couldnt do his Lets Abandon 50 Million People Plan and youre just sitting there going
and okay dont get me wrong—subaru is Batshit Crazy. in Multiple Incomprehensible Ways. if the emilia camp (or Anyone. At All.) knew about all the shit hes done and been through with rbd, subaru would INSTANTLY be skyrocketing up the Most Threatening People list. but at the same time subarus less threatening than otto in the sense that subarus Always going to want to do good. hes Always going to want to save everyone. hes Extremely forgiving, on top of that. he goes along picking up friends everywhere he goes in his own Incomprehensible Unhinged Way and hes fond of All of them.
otto? yeah his opinion of you could shift on a dime and you could end up in his personal shit list unless youre one of the *checks list* *clears throat* maybe like ten people he cares about. and even if youre on the I Care About You! :) list, he could still get pissed enough at you to, i dont know, punch a wall over you? and spiral into obsession? and even if hes not upset at you hes still gonna mansplain manipulate malewife his way to his goals <33
and yeah of course subaru is also Mansplain Manipulate and Gaslight Gatekeep but at least he has way more good intentions AND his attitude about it is gonna be like "sorry :<<< i just gotta do this for your sake :<<<<<< :((( haha dont worry about it". subaru would never ever want to do anything big to hurt his loved ones (except for rbd). while otto doesnt even bat an eye. everyone can be manipulated if he has to. he goes down his list of Things I Need To Do and goes "yeah that had to be done. oh well. anyway i got more shit to do (like maybe kill a toddler lol)"
also lets talk about roswaal's perspective really quick. post-arc 4 hes like "well subaru-kun is always gonna want to save everyone and hes doing a pretty good job of things in general so whatever lol. i can still keep him in check by killing everyone if even one of his friends dies :)". so its like. YEAH subarus an Unhinged Wildcard. roswaal knows that. but right now subaru is more predictable and also again, roswaal knows he can keep subaru in check by making subaru have to reset if roswaal really needs to.
but otto? yeah ottos second in line for being an Unhinged Wildcard. but whats even worse is that otto is Basically Subaru but More Calculating and with a moral backbone thats Near Nonexistent. roswaal was genuinely concerned for otto in arc 8 for once and there was still Literally No Stopping Otto from being a stubborn little shit whos hell bent on all the maladjusted insane mentalities hes got floating around in his head, half of which he doesnt even say out loud, and all of which he thinks is Completely Right and that theres Nothing Wrong with what hes doing.
and also otto being underestimated and Not In The Tome was a big help as to how subaru got the win over roswaal in arc 4 👍and then otto Continues to try keeping an eye on roswaal after arc 4, to the point of getting roswaal's tome and actively trying to investigate roswaal's actions, so roswaal is Very Aware that otto is. a bit of a threat. roswaal of course is smarter and more powerful than otto though, but that still doesnt change the fact that otto is still capable of being a threat if roswaal doesnt Also kind of keep an eye on otto back. because roswaal kind of lost to otto already in arc 4!!
but okay, on top of all of this, no one knows the full extent of whats going on with otto, not even roswaal (though he has his Suspicions), and most definitely not subaru yet (whos Still a bit of an otto apologist anyway), and otto is already a bit menacing even without knowing All of that. and the rest of the emilia camp are already a bit more lenient with roswaal (as hes seemingly chilled out after arc 4 + they all need him still). that, and you can easily Expect roswaal post-arc 4 to be suspicious and Probably up to something. you wont know what it is, but you wont Exactly be surprised when it happens.
and also roswaal isnt publicly batshit crazy like otto is. otto of course isnt as Openly Weird as subaru, but otto is still Openly Unhinged and Pathetic. just look at him declaring julius and anastasia, HIS CAMP'S ALLIES, as enemies right to their faces alsdfjlsdjfl.
and with subaru, there is Zero doubt in the emilia camp's minds that subaru wants the best for them and everyone around them.
otto though? yeah he also wants whats best for the camp. he Cares about them, he really does. but hes so obviously Questionable by the time you get to arc 8 to the point where the entire rest of the camp starts eyeing him like this:
theres also the fact that ottos dp allows him to have eyes and ears Everywhere so long as he doesnt overuse it. that paired with his Intelligence, Stubbornness, and Lack of Morals or self-awareness/sometimes guilt/regret over his actions is dangerous. theres a reason why gluttony if subaru decided to flood The Entire Surrounding Area Around Otto. the flood took away the potential army otto couldve made out of the animals and allies otto had in the city, and once you do that, whats otto going to do against someone like shaula? all of ottos power regarding his People Skills and Animal DP was stripped away.
but if that Isnt stripped away... well honestly otto can do whatever the hell he wants the moment he figures out a solid plan to try and get what he wants. his biggest ability at the core of what makes him dangerous is his ability to quite Literally be in the background. so long as hes underestimated, so long as he still has secrets, no ones gonna know the full extent of his bullshit!! you cant stop him if you dont even realize what hes going to do, and hes Good at doing that!!
and if gluttonybaru hadnt taken out otto, subaru would be skyrocketing right to the top of ottos shit list after subaru literally just killed All of ottos (and previously subarus.) loved ones. otto wouldnt stop until he figured out how to destroy subaru. its to the point where im pretty sure if otto had to choose between destroying half the world vs kill gluttonybaru once and for all, otto would certainly choose one of those options in a Heartbeat.
anyway. if youre an emilia camp member, and you see the dude whos in charge of the Vast Majority of the factions political affairs, the guy who you Know is very intelligent and competent and determined when it counts, say shit like "if everyone dies in this entire country i wouldnt even give a single flying fuck as long as our friends get back safe and sound :) it would be such a loss if the entire country lived but our friends didnt :<<<" OF COURSE I WOULD BE LIKE YEAH THAT GUY IS THE MOST DANGEROUS ONE HERE. HE HAS THE SKILLS AND THE MOTIVATION TO BACK UP THAT STATEMENT AND I WONT EVEN KNOW WHEN ITD HAPPEN. he also has the Mental Instability to back that up too, given the amount of times he spends drinking and Raging and Being Terribly Anxious over Every Little Thing.
youll be sweating buckets being wary of otto while ottos casually standing there with his wet cat looks and a knife in your back.
and otto has, for the most part, some of the most normal trauma compared to a bunch of people in this cast (not to discount ottos trauma and pain or anything but its true lajdsfls sorry otto. but also im not sorry because arc 5 was partially on you T^T). he doesnt have rbd, he doesnt have some weird family drama bullshit going on like the astreas or emilias family or the segmunts, he hasnt been erased by gluttony, etc etc. but hes still like this. if you put him in subarus position and gave him rbd, he would get even worse than he already is.
yeah so anyway thats my quick rambley psa about why i think it makes sense that the emilia camp's voted otto as the most threatening one there 👍
but the fact that we (the audience) (or at least some of us!!) keep questioning why the hell the emilia camp thinks otto is the biggest threat there is means that otto's funny silly guy image is. Kind of Working??? just a little bit.
because. granted. of course i think subaru is easily the most threatening person there with both His Flavor of Insanity and rbd. subaru is an eldritch horror in every single way. but at the same time - hes an eldritch horror who thinks friendship is the best magic of all T^TT !!! he FORGIVES PEOPLE WHO'VE KILLED AND TORTURED HIM. hes not threatening in this sense - the fact that hes kind of just way too nice in this sense!!! granted yes, he IS abusing rbd and Terrifying and Threatening in a multitude of ways, but i'd rather take my chances with mainbaru over main otto right now HAH T^TT at least subaru will apologize and start bawling his eyes out if he stabs some random innocent civilian and stranger in the gut for Some Necessary Reason!! otto would feel a bit bad and then completely Eradicate that feeling of guilt with "i had to do it. it was them or me so no regrets <3".
because otto..................... yeah otto is the Worlds Most Pathetic Yandere to his whole camp.
#this is an impromptu ramble post i made again while taking a break from homework alsjdflsd but yeah ive been seeing people Still being#confused about this over on reddit so i felt like typing smth up about it just to try and figure this topic out!!! bc you think the emilia#camp would be voting up like roswaal as their most dangerous member right??? but no!! its canonically otto!! which is very fascinating hah.#and it genuinely doesnt make sense at first until you think about it for. a While.#re:zero#rezero#arc 8 spoilers#otto suwen#natsuki subaru#roswaal l mathers#did i write this just for that last line of this post?? maybe....
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Answer to this ask I had to post seperately because I reached the character limit or something.
OHHHH Anon you are not ready. I think about this bastard so much and too deeply.
Before I get into it:
I love how you worded this question- gives a nice atmosphere.
Just to be clear this is all about RED Sniper. I apologise to any BLU Sniper enjoyers for I don't have thoughts about that guy.
I'm not the biggest fan of the comics for many reasons so don't mind me retconning a lot of that.
In the end these are all MY opinions and views of him- if you don't like them that's no problem. It's free real estate.
And FINALLY; my thoughts, under read more:
OKAY, let's start with what even got me to interpret him the way that I do; hell yeah baby, it's Meet the Sniper time.
I've seen MANY people often assume that Sniper is one of the most normal/chill people of the 2fort nine- but the impression I got is that he wants you to think he's normal so desperately despite everything else pointing to how fucking weird he actually is. Simply noticing the stuff he's saying makes it a lot more clear. The very beginning where he goes "Boom, headshot," making light of taking another person's life so swiftly. "Cause at the end of the day; as long as there's two people left on the planet- someone is gonna want someone dead," really positive light you see the world in, Sniper.
Of course you can take this as him being "realistic", and I do agree he's more of a realist than a pessimist or optimist, but "...have a plan to kill everyone you meet," is SO fucked up. Why is his first thought when meeting someone to know how to kill them? This to me is him not being able to properly connect to other people/understand them or actually SEE them as people. Not to mention his smile after delivering that shot in the timelapse of him sniping (AND after stabbing Spy). This cunt enjoys killing. He's not the type to slowly kill someone or torture them- but he is the type to feel satisfaction after planting a bullet in someone; give himself a pat on the back for it- or perhaps find humour in the kill.
The conclusion this brought me to is that he is an unreliable narrator in "Meet the Sniper". (Also the "..be polite," line. Yeah, sure, dude. Your voice lines are very polite.)
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS FUCKING TEETH? The way his teeth look and how much they're shown to the viewer by exaggerating his mouth movements feels like a "this guy is NOT normal" sign. No one in the game has teeth similar to him and his canines are HUGE. Like holy shit, he's an apex predator.
A comment @cheebuss (I know you wanna get tagged) saw once has been a running joke between us- it was basically "He indicates so he's normal," which is fucking hilarious, but I can genuinely refute that point. First of all we see him fucking speeding in the beginning of the video- to be fair we don't know what the speed limit on this road is, BUT:
Cunt drives around with a broken side mirror. That's really unsafe, obviously. A good chunk of that mirror has gone to shit and he does not care to replace it (which feeds into my headcanon of him being stingy/not wanting to spend money because he lived on a farm and they did everything themselves). Speaking of his van; it gave me the impression he likes having everything he needs near him- he doesn't need a grand, expensive space to feel comfortable. (I headcanon that he's actually scared/unnerved by vast, empty spaces/buildings) ALSO I think he's messy and prefers the claustrophobia of his van. I like to believe his childhood room was much the same (to the detriment of his mother)- that's his safe space damn it!!!
And here I can transition into talking about his parents!!! : D Of course, not much was shown to us of Mr. & Mrs. Mundy, but we can still glean some stuff from the video- and partially- the comics.
His father very obviously disapproves of his job, calling him "a crazed gunman", and showing his morals do not align with Sniper's. Sniper calls for his mum during the phone call shown at the very end of the video- looking annoyed and somewhat distressed. It's clear to me that they've had this argument many times and Mrs. Mundy is the mediator in them. I think she disapproves of the job as much as her husband does, but is sick of hearing them argue to that extent. Regardless of this conflict, Sniper loves and cares for his parents- they are his world. He doesn't care for anyone else, most of the shit he does is for their sake and continuing to provide support so they can live a stable life at their farm as they get older. It's one of the nicest things about Sniper.
Although, I do think he struggled to get them to understand him properly. He is a quiet man who doesn't express a lot of his emotions. That will complicate things, especially if he doesn't talk about it- and he doesn't!!! : D
Despite this, I think they were the people he was closest to. Sniper, to me, is a guy who's never had friends and has been lonely as well as isolated his entire life. "Too weird to live, much too rare to die." And this is a VERY long time we're talking about; DECADES. Decades of minimum to no human connection. (Just to note; he is almost 50 to me. The comic writers fucked the timeline up and made him a 20 something year old. The Sin. Do not speak of it to me. It makes him less interesting/compelling I'm not kidding.) He is anxious in social settings, barely speaks up, and prefers to simply back away when he doesn't know how to deal with something. (SUPER DUPER AUTISM + SOCIAL ANXIETY!!!) Does he try to interact with his co-workers? Veeeeery little. He yearns for connection he convinces himself he doesn't need. He trusts no one. He's a mystery to them.
But hey!!! Less distractions from his job!!! (Bad transition) This man is genuinely incredible at what he does- I keep replaying the part where he reloads his rifle. He was not kidding about being efficient (he also kills the entire BLU team in that video??). The lad's got incredible patience, aim, control, and overall understanding of what he's doing. There's something fucked up about him observing the people he's targetting like prey, but let's leave that for when I mention his previous job as a tracker (if I do). I imagine the only thing he excelled at in school (he did go there!! He can write!!!) is maths, as that is very much needed when you're a sniper.
BTW I think he barely passed school; he hated being there, had no interest in school work and his teachers kept pestering him about his social life. Leave him alone, he doesn't need that (he does).
Most of his focus went to his parents' farm where I think he mostly took care of the animals....or went out to hunt them; which is how he learned to shoot out of a rifle in the first place. (His dad taught him.) He's not exactly an animal guy but he's also not not an animal guy.
It's complicated.
ANYWAYS, I've talked enough about one single video. Let's mention his in game voice lines a bit!
There's a LOT of material there but here's the stuff I want to mention:
He talks to himself a lot. He isn't out there with the others- his job is to be perched up somewhere high and shoot from a distance so he doesn't get spotted. He makes so many jokes that only HE's going to find funny, except "You've got a forehead on ya like a coffee table," which is genuinely the funniest thing he's ever said. Boy voices his thoughts and tries to entertain himself when he's alone- I don't judge him for that. He has to sit there for hours in complete focus (he helps himself via a lot of coffee). I DO judge the things he says, however.
He's violent. (WHAT!?) There's plenty of examples but I would like to mention one adressed to his teammates. One of the "Jeers" commands is "Should've saved a bullet for some of you blokes!" which, hey, what the fuck? That's scary. He got so frustrated he threatened his own team with murder. (It's kinda funny) To me this shows he's bad at controlling his outbursts or that he never learned how to deal with them. (Autism moment!!!)
He literally growls.
There's this line addressed to Spy: "What goes around comes around, you snotty little nance." If you're not aware- "nance" is derogatory Australian slang for a prissy, effeminate gay man. I headcanon Sniper as a homosexual man so it tickles me that he's so insecure about this fact. It's sad, absolutely, but I find humour in this horrible man being a homophobic homosexual. Project your insecurities onto a guy who can read people extremely well, why don't you. He won't do anything about it, I promise :) (Lie)
I was doing my best to not mention SniperSpy but CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS LINES AIMED AT SPY AND HOW THEY'RE DIRECT RESPONSES TO THINGS SPY SAYS? (plus the highest number of revenge lines he has directed at someone is Spy)
-> = response to:
"Aww, did I get blood on your suit!?" -> "You got blood on my suit."
"I was never on your side either! Wanker!" -> "I never really was on your side."
"Ah, my God, you've been shot. Did you get a look at the handsome rogue who did it?" -> "I'll see you in hell, you handsome rogue."
BY THE WAY, THAT LAST LINE? SPY ONLY SAYS THAT TO HIS COUNTERPART. WHAT, WERE YOU LOOKING AT HIM? WERE YOU WATCHING HIM ALL DAY? WHY DO YOU REMEMBER SO MANY THINGS HE'S SAID? WHY ARE YOU SO FOCUSED ON HIM? ARE YOU OBSESSED WITH HIM? ARE YOU OBSESSED? WHY ARE YOU OBSESSED WITH A LITTLE NANCY BOY? HM?
There is so much more I could mention. I think whatever thing he has going on with Spy is super important to him, but I will hold back for your sake as I can talk about this for hours. You have no clue how many parallels there are, etc.
Anyways, he's in Expiration Date! A little bit! He doesn't say anything. <3 I'm proud of him!!! <3
He literally just stands around ominously in the shadows (and finds RED Spy being made fun of very amusing).
"Hehe."
(I just noticed he took his watch off and put it on his vest. This is an autism moment because I, too, hate having something on me that I don't usually have so I need to balance it out by removing something else; if I have it on me. Either way it's sensory suffering.) (Him being super attached to his hat and glasses is also an autism moment. He is no one without them.)
And then he has that one part in The Bread Fight(tm) where he gets confused by Pauling and Scout pushing the bomb.
"Tails gets trolled" looking ass.
I like watching him fall over.
After he falls here, he takes his kukri out which was... attached? situated? It was behind the strap of his arrow carrier. I think that's cool. I also think he wouldn't be doing that during matches because Spy is very much capable of stealing it/putting it away without Sniper noticing, even if it was literally on his back.
Also, I am a firm believer in "Sniper can only do one thing extremely well and has little to no interest in creative stuff," so I disagree with the idea of him being able to play a saxophone. You could say he was made to do that in school, but this guy is a smoker. I do not believe he can do that. You cannot convince me.
I think that's enough! This doesn't even go past the hypothetical tip of the iceberg, but it's a lot of words. This is the very basic stuff you have to know about how I see this cunt.
Thank you for letting me share some of my insanity.
#ask#morskiwords#tf2#sniper#sniperspy mention i gues#thank you so much for this ask i love talking about this fucked up thing i care about too much#i wanted to include the 'feelings?' line but id have to tackle too many things i hadnt even mentioned here#overall im really surprised at how little of my thoughts are in here. i guess you dont realise the extent you think about a character until#-you write it down#uh. yeah. im normal
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Hiii, its my first time requesting for anyone. But you are so amazing, so i was thinking maybe a ajax x reader smut Where ajax maybe had a bad day and is not really feeling himself, so whilst he is doing something (maybe homework or sum), reader is under the table iykwim. Just vanilla-ish and not deepthroating? You dont have to but i would really appriciate it since nobody has done it<3
Personal statement (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)
Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN Reader
A/N: Remember how last thing I posted I went heavy with the world building? Yeah, this is not it. Been both on holiday and doing stuff for school, so posting will be limited.
Warnings: Cursing. Oral sex (Male receiving) Aged up characters.
Requested: Yes! Hope you like it and I don't traumatize you for life about requesting stuff. It's short, but only because of what it is.
Ajax was sitting on his desk chair, head in his hands. He had a look of total frustration on his face.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him, slipping inside his dorm. These days, you barely bothered with discretion, both of you being seniors already. It was nothing like when you first got together, still kids, worried about any of your classmates seeing and thinking you were having sex during your fumbling make out session. God, you missed those days, your troubles had been so trivial. From now on, it would only get worse, you knew.
“Personal statement, that’s what’s wrong.” He complained, handing you the printed application that he was editing. “I think I didn’t stick enough to the prompt, and I have to turn it in next week.” The page was filled with annotations and circles in red ink, Ajax handwriting cramping the document so much it was barely legible.
“Babe. Chill. Breathe.” You said, trying to make sense of the prompt. “Tell me what this is supposed to be about.”
“I have to describe, in like, a thousand words, why I would be a good fit for the college. Also, who I am.” Ajax groaned, slumping forward on the desk. You sat on the edge of the table, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. You rubbed a few circles there. “What if they think I’m not good enough?”
“What?” You were being confused because, first, this was Ajax you were talking about. The nicest boy on earth. Second, weren’t you just talking about who he was. “Babe, you are giving me whiplash with the logic jump there.”
“Just… Just, you know…” He peered up at you from beneath his lashes, looking so damn adorable, you wanted to kiss him silly. You abstained only because he was in desperate need of assurance.
“I don’t, actually.” And you really didn’t. You knew he had insecurities, who didn’t? But you didn’t think college applications would be the detonator. Everyone made shit up for theirs, it was a given.
“Look, Xavier has the whole artist thing going on. Wednesday has her novels and she plays the cello. You are you. Fuck, even Tyler can whip up something interesting about himself, with the whole being from a discriminated species even for outcasts.” He rubbed at his eyes, the tell-tale sign he was getting a headache from all the stress. “How do I compete with that?”
“You don’t.” You stated, firmly. Ajax looked at you, betrayal in his eyes. Underneath it, there was a hurt expression. Realizing you had been too blunt, you took his face in your hands and brushed at his cheek gently. “Our friends aren’t your competition. Xavier is going to a fancy art college. Wednesday is going to an Ivy League, and we all know it. Tyler is… Wherever he is applying. And we are both applying to the same college, yes, but different majors and on different first options too. You have to worry about the college being your dream college, and not whipping up some model application based on things that aren’t you.” You kissed the crease between his eyes, softly.
“Yeah, but wanting it badly won’t get me in… I’m not enough.”
“You are more than enough. The SAT scores you have are great. I read your essay for this college too, you bombed it. It more than makes out for any perceived defects you think this has.” You waved the statement in the air. “I love you. You are more than enough.”
“Yeah, but you are…” Ajax starts, and you really don’t want him to finish the sentence. An insecure Ajax is hard to talk down, but a stressed one gets… Too in his head. You hate to see him hurting. How could you help him get out of his head?
“Your partner?” You got off the desk, an idea suddenly striking you. “You think I'm biased?”
“Kinda.” Ajax grabbed at your hands, pulling you closer.
“But being yours doesn’t make me do anything I don’t want. And you know, I’m honest. Always. Brutally so.” And it was true, too. You were famous in your friend group for running your mouth and lacking a brain to mouth filter. It had been the way you and Ajax had gotten together, too. If it weren’t for your straightforwardness, the poor guy would have never noticed you liked him.
“Yeah, but…”
“Do I look obligated to you?” You asked, getting more on his face, until you were almost sitting in his lap.
“No, but you…” You pushed his chair away from the desk. “What are you doing?” Ajax eyed you, suspicious.
“I always do what I want.” You insisted. “And right now, I want to shut you up. If you consent, of course. Because consent is sexy.” You grimaced at your own words. No brain to mouth filter indeed. Way to make a blowjob sound unsexy.
“… I…” Ajax stared at you, confused puppy look on his face.
“A blowjob. That’s what I mean.” You parted his legs for him, and Ajax let you move him like a rag doll, completely limp on your grasp. He was too dumbfounded by your words to say anything. “Yes or no?” You tapped his leg, insistently. “I bet orgasms are good for stress, too.”
“Are you really trying to sweeten the deal when it includes a blowjob?” Ajax smiled a little, seemingly shaking off the daze he was in. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“Yes or no?” You squeezed at his knee.
“Yes.” Ajax pulled you in for a kiss, still muttering against your lips. “I’m an idiot, but not idiot enough to refuse a blowjob from my gorgeous partner.”
“Those SAT scores say the opposite.” You responded, dropping to your knees beneath his desk. There was something dirty about it, sucking your boyfriend off while he was sitting on his desk, doing important work. Maybe some day you could try that too, when he wasn’t as in his head as today.
“Grades don’t measure intelligence.” Ajax said, breath hitching slightly at having your face so close to his crotch.
“Yeah, that right there? Makes you fucking smart.” You caressed his thighs, slowly, trying to get him riled up. “Only smart people say shit like that.”
“Dirty mouth.” He cautioned.
“About to get dirtier, babe.” You popped the button of his pants. Ajax laughed. Instead of helping him get out of them, you ran your hands lightly against his stomach, nails scratching at his sides, until he was squirming. “Good?”
“Good.” Ajax leaned down, almost doubling over himself, to press a kiss to your forehead. Your hands went lower, slowly making your way to his hips, and the waistband of his boxers. It was going to get messy, you betted. Ajax always got a little brain-dead with blowjobs, reaction time pretty slow, and you weren’t about to ruin your clothes. So, you take your shirt off.
“I want you so badly.” You say, slowly palming him through his boxers. His eyes roam your body, but he seems content to let you do as you please. Ajax is slowly getting harder under your touch, breath hitching. “Should I jerk you off first, or just use my mouth?”
“Mouth, please.” Ajax covers his face with his arm, throwing his head back on the chair. He already looks wrecked and you have barely touched him. You love how embarrassed he gets, asking for what he wants. You hope one day you manage to fuck that out of him, but you enjoy him like this for now. His happy trail is very sparse, so you take advantage and lick your way down from it, thighs clenching at the way he squirms under you.
You pull him out and stroke him a couple of times, just to get him hard enough to suck him off. Ajax has a pretty cock, perfect size to make your jaw hurt just right. You kissed a path from his thighs to it, working out the courage to get started. Ajax’s thighs trembled under your hands, impatient.
“Come on, don’t tease.” He pleads, and you finally, finally, put your mouth on him, licking a stripe down the shaft. Safe sex is good, but it’s much harder to give a blowjob to someone wearing a condom, the slide isn’t that great and flavored lube is not a sacrifice you are willing to do today. Ajax keeps himself very neat down there, and he showers frequently, so it’s not that much of a hardship.
His erection is getting harder, tip flushed a pretty pink. A tiny bead of pre-cum is starting to form there, so you lick at it, grimacing a little at the salty taste. You haven’t done this in a while, and you had forgotten how he tastes. Even salty, it beats the flavored lube. It’s Ajax. That already makes it way better.
“Want me to get a condom?” Ajax asks, brushing your hair out of your face. It seems like he has been watching you the whole time. He’s got good blowjob etiquette, you have taught him well. He never pulls at your hair or head. Ajax is all gentle touches and soft skin, the only times he pulls your hair is when you ask him too.
“Nope. Just, saltier than I remembered.” You wrap your lips around the tip, being careful to not drag your teeth too much. You aid yourself with your tongue, drawing nonsensical patterns on the underside of his cock. Ajax moans, and you sneak a quick glance at him to find him with his eyes closed, head thrown back. You hollow your cheeks, making his hips nearly buck up. And nearly because he is too sweet to thrust into your mouth.
“Fuck… Fuck, like that.” Ajax says, looking down at you. Your eyes meet, and you snicker at his fucked out look. His hand comes to brush at your cheek affectionately. You take more of him in your mouth, licking at the head at the same time. Just before you start gagging, you warp your hand around what you can’t fit on your mouth.
“Love you.” Ajax brushes your hair out of your hair again, tucking it behind your ears. You start to bob your head up and down, aiding yourself with your hand. You squeeze at the underside of his cock, and supporting yourself on his thigh, you let your hand go to his balls. Ajax will strongly deny it later, but at that, he gives a small scream, back arching and cock nearly choking you. You remove your hand immediately, pushing at his hips with a frown. Only when he sits back down, you keep going.
“Shit, sorry.” He says, but he doesn’t sound very coherent. You repeat the motion, curious about what other curse words you can pull from him. “Too good.”
You scratch lightly at his thighs, a wave of hot, urgent arousal on your stomach. You want him to fall apart under you, badly. Your jaw aches, but you don’t pay it attention, choosing instead to go faster, with both your hand and mouth. You open your legs more, so you don’t need to hold on his thigh so as not to fall forward and fondle his balls again, lightly scratching with your nails. Ajax gets impossibly harder, and you know he is close.
“Close.” He says, tapping your shoulder. You give him a look that screams, no shit Sherlock, and keep at it, staring him directly in the eyes and jerking him faster with your hand, mouth tightening as much as you can. He looks at you, and Ajax fucking whimpers. Seeing you on your knees, shirtless, and staring up at him like you want to ruin him, makes it for him. His hips jerk and he comes on your mouth with a moan, face scrunching prettily. You pull away at the last second, letting it drip down your chin and neck. Ajax moans again and pulls you to your feet.
“Let me return the favor?” He asks, as he kisses you, uncaring of the mess between the two of you. It sticks to his skin, his shirt.
“Sure. As long as you don’t look at that statement until tomorrow.”
“What statement?” Ajax asks, kissing you again. You laugh against his mouth as he starts tugging you towards the bed.
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*Sighs*...Okay, yeah, Wish really IS bad
And I didn't want to go in thinking that. I went in with the most optimistic view possible. Because with EVERYONE treating this movie as the worst thing possible, a POX upon the house of mouse itself, I went in thinking that there's no WAY it's THAT bad. So when I finally watched, I decided...I was right. It's NOT that bad. But...Well...Let's get into it.
This is the part where I'd say "Positives First," to show off what worked before picking apart what didn't. Except that, aside from a few little moments and easter eggs that made me go, "Aw, that's cute," I'm coming up EMPTY. Every single thing--And I do mean EVERY SINGLE THING in this movie, from the animation, songs, characters, story, themes, ideas, and even EXECUTIONS...is ALMOST good. Every single aspect of this film ALMOST worked. The pieces are there and I can see just how this film could have been the masterpiece that was a CENTURY in the making. The problem is that there's ONE THING holding it back: Not enough time. And I don't just mean that the movie should have been longer. No, I mean that this movie needed another YEAR of production to tighten up EVERYTHING. Why's that? Well, let's go in order of the things I mentioned.
The animation is clearly trying to go for this mixed-medium style that movies like Puss in Boots: The Last Wish or Spider-Verse popularized. Those movies mixed hand-drawn animation with 3D models, making storybook illustrations or comic book art feel ALIVE. That's sort of Wish is going for. I hear people say that Disney's 100 year celebration should have been completely hand drawn to call back to their early years, but I tend to disagree. I think Disney making a movie that's mixed-medium is a better way to honor its one hundred years, taking the animation that made Disney huge and mixing it with modern CGI as a way to make it feel like a celebration of the old AND new. EXCEPT that it doesn't really look good, aside from certain screenshots. There are SOME still images where if you paused the movie at the right time you can get something that looks like a 2D image with CG touch-ups. For the rest of the movie, it looks like a modern CGI Disney film with a storybook filter slapped on it. It doesn't look TOO BAD when your eyes get used to it, but it doesn't stop the movie from feeling like it ALMOST hit the right mark. The only times it REALLY works is with Star.
Wha--No. No, not that one. That's the wrong Disney character named Star.
There he is. There's my little guy.
But look at him. He's a 3D character with hand-drawn touch-ups that really makes him feel like a 2D character brought to life. If the whole movie looked like HIM, then it would have been a revolutionary achievement for Disney. But it doesn't. Instead, it feels like a missed opportunity that would have worked better if they had more time to animate this film instead of leaving their animators scattered to the winds to make half-assed sequels or forcing out one to two projects every year.
There should have also been more attention given to the songs because...Oh my gosh, they're bad. They SOUND nice, I love the instrumentals and the POWER these people put into the vocals. "This Wish" and its reprise successfully gives me chills through how well they're sang and how epic the instruments make them. But the LYRICS...are messy. When you sit down and actually LISTEN to what's sung, it all just...BLEH. That's the best way I can describe it, I'm sorry! It's BLEH!
Why would a king in a fairytale kingdom in the distant past sing, "You're sure you're not the prob?"
"Throwing caution into every warning sign" doesn't come across as a person freeing herself from her insane king's vague warnings but ADHERING to them.
The way that Asha and King Magnifico sing about protecting wishes makes it sound like they're singing to EACH OTHER.
And "You're A Star." OH BOY! The song that's meant to explain how these animals can magically talk is just filled with allegories and allusions that think they explain EVERYTHING only to explain NOTHING. It's just vague nonsense that, again, SOUNDS nice, but offers no real substance. On its own, I guess I can get into it, but to tell a story, it falls apart. Because that's the difference when it comes to writing a regular song and writing a musical: You're not just making a good song, you're telling a story through MUSIC. Wish's soundtrack is one that's filled with catchy songs, but not ones that properly move the story forward. Not to mention how they're so jarringly out of character in cases like "This is the Thanks I Get." When Disney released the soundtrack, that was my favorite song because I felt like it perfectly fit this smug, egotistical prick who thought he was the best person alive. Turns out that's not what Wish was going for...Not entirely.
Magnifico feels like he's meant to be a mix between Gaston and Maleficent. A character that has a huge ego and loves himself more than anything, but has an incredible amount of power to make himself a threat. If done right, a villain like that could stand up to be with some of Disney's best. And, yeah, like everything else in this movie, he ALMOST works. When he's finally a villain, he's campy and over the top, making him entertaining...But notice how I said "When he's finally a villain." That's because Magnifico doesn't really become what he's meant to be until halfway through the movie. He starts off as a King with good intentions but paranoid ideals that doesn't make him evil, it makes him feel like a guy who needed evidence to prove that other magic isn't a threat. By the time he finally acts more like a Disney villain, it was such a jarring left turn that his sudden switch-up made me feel like it was somehow a nightmare sequence from Asha. He's NOTHING like the guy he starts out as, and it's not a natural change that flows well throughout the film. That's mainly because the story has a pacing problem worse than any movie I've seen. If King Magnifico's path to the dark side was slow and gradual, showing signs of his worst qualities first and make them more apparent as the film goes on, he would have worked INCREDIBLY. Instead, it comes across as his villainy was activated like someone flipped a switch in his brain that says, "Be evil now." It's the absolute REVERSE of a bad redemption story, mixed with a lazy explanation that it was dark magic that made him more corrupt when he should have been evil since minute one. And you want to know the worst part? He's probably the best character in this.
Asha...isn't bad. She's your standard quirky nice girl protagonist that Disney just LOVES to use, especially lately. It's just that Asha doesn't have that "Gets stuff done" attitude like Moana or Mulan, nor does she have the infectious charm like Maribel or Anna. Asha, instead, is a lot like her breakout song: Nice and enjoyably, but doesn't stand out from the biggest hits. As for her animal sidekick Valentino...He's not annoying, but he's not funny either. Honestly, his comedy peaked when it was revealed that this cute baby goat sounded like Clayface from that Harley Quinn cartoon. A joke, by the way, that got spoiled by the trailers, so it's not really AS funny in the movie. Honestly, Asha's SEVEN FRIENDS are funnier at times. Speaking of, those characters are very clearly meant to be the Seven Dwarfs. And it is VERY distracting because not only does it feel like only two or three of them are necessary to the plot, but they're the ONLY major reference that the movie shines a light on when it comes to Disney's history.
Would I have wanted this entire movie to be nothing but references of past Disney movies? Of course not. That's not how movies work. But Wish seems to have this problem where it doesn't really COMMIT to honoring Disney's legacy. The most it does is give the Seven Dwarfs human OCs, make them supporting characters, and throws in tiny little easter eggs here and there. Again, some of them are cute, but it's not enough. The same goes for when Wish tries to honor some of the tropes and cliches that Disney popularized. It's an animated musical with talking animals, a campy villain, an objectively pretty protagonist, and goofy sidekicks. But it takes more than ADDING that stuff to your movie in order to honor them. You need to look at what made those tropes and cliches work in the first place and make something that calls back to those classic films while still having something new to say. And Wish almost--ALMOST--has something new to say.
With everything surrounding King Magnifico and how he got more power with people's wishes, I almost thought Wish was going to be a film that called out modern Disney. At least, modern CORPORATE Disney, a company that takes ideas and thoughts created by dozens of talented people, twists them into something unrecognizable, and refuses to give those ideas back when choosing to do NOTHING with this great idea leaves them free of competition. And to stop something evil like that, you must make something of your own and work hard to make your idea yours instead of letting someone more powerful take it from you. I thought that would have been a GREAT message...But of course DISNEY wouldn't want a movie calling them OUT for their one hundred year victory lap. So, instead, we have a message that tries to get the same idea across, but in a simplified way where the wishes are taken LITERALLY and that the only way to get what you want is to wish hard enough for it. That is...NOT the message I want kids to learn from this as it often leads to bad expectations. If this movie tried an ironically anti-Disney message in ANY OTHER year, it would have a better chance of getting away with it. But for a hundred year celebration, there was no chance in hell.
Wish is NOT Disney's worst movie, but it's nowhere near the best. I love SO MANY of the ideas and what it TRIES to do, but there's a difference between good ideas and good executions. It was ALMOST good, but Wish was not the movie anybody was really wishing for...
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lmao Vesper 😭😭😭
Ok wait for me I have new genius idea for crackass scapegoat!AU
Reader is the poor employee with a curse of being a magnet for Icons. They're trying their best, applying for the jobs in the most "human" spaces – but it's useless to try, it's only matter of time when they're meeting face to face with something very huge and demonic. They're not even trying, really. They're not even at some high position. They're just too unlucky to being the one who listens to all complaints and death threats... yet still very lucky to somehow remain alive after that.
After being kicked out from the theatre, their first honest job, they're totally broke. Underground casino? Yeah, yeah, shady. Sign them up!
Work is actually not so bad until some strange green giant scolds the shit out of them for "playing cheap" and almost brings them to that hot shithole– good thing he got distracted and the only thing poor employee lost are all their money and a job.
Damn, here we go again- Nothing could be wrong with working in a popular restaurant, yeah? Everyone gone through it-
Oh, how lucky they're to stay alive after that day when enormous snake woman decided to visit their modest establishment of a workplace. Their coworker, fellow waiter, is not so lucky tho. Poor Kenny.
With a generous amount of trauma, our scapegoat is escaping to something- something completely different, you know? They got a jackpot! Luck is TOTALLY on their side after all this suffering, how else you can explain that they got a job in that prestigious boutique?
... Well, let's say, they haven't break in tears only because of their lack of dignity at this point. That guy was marvelous, but he almost crashed them into the pulp with all his requirements- they're not even a designer, really....
Okay, maybe, they need to take a rest. Big rest. Take their stress out somewhere. Ikea, furniture store, bed section. Peace and love.
How it's even possible to be fired from a chill place like this? Oh, that's easy. Some buff dude built like a mountain just sorta appeared and fell asleep at the one of the biggest beds- and for some reason they fell asleep on their workplace while it happened. When they woke up tho, here was no one but a broken bed and complain in the customer's book.
That's it. That's a last nerve they had. They're escaping to the amusement park, to be the clown they are and being paid for it, as they deserve.
Only to be mocked by a guy with a fucking macaroni limbs. No, here was other people too, but he brought the greatest display of mockery and dishonour ever possible. Even their destroyed dignity somehow reanimated just to get beat down again.
...
Kalymir has zero idea why he woke up with a strong desire to go on the fucking "DOTA tournament" and tf it even means, but he already hyped up and ready to crush in-
After having to gamble at the same table as the Lord of Greed and nearly losing ownership of your soul.
After working at a restaurant good enough that the Queen of Gluttony unintentionally erotically fellated your entire body and made you feel like a twinkie.
After getting your department in IKEA utterly destroyed by the King of Sloth's insistence that he nap specifically in your section.
After having the King of Pride rip into you so viciously that you only wished you had been swallowed.
After having the King of Envy out-clown you.
And now, seeing what you can only guess is the King of Wrath well on his way to likely turn you into a stain on the wall...
You think of what could have been. Before this chain of horrid luck took over your life. In that one first job where you had to confront Vesper about his tendency for "group affections"-
Maybe you really should have just taken the deal and sucked him off.
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distracting me | argyle x reader
no use of pronouns, feminine terms(boobs and skirts and such), plus sized reader
summary: you work two stores down from argyle. he always sees you and sometimes talks to you. he wants to look away from you sometimes, but you look so good.
warnings: argyles a perv i’m ngl to you lmao, reader is plus size and talk about body image n such, smut but no actual full on sex, just booby sucking, but like descriptions of him jerkin it to you lol, you can call the reader dom but they just take charge, it’s a cliff hanger oh noooo. i think that’s it??
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you always walk through the strip he works at. a cute babe trotting their way to work two stores down from surfer boy pizza. and every time you walk by the window, he looks.
he doesn’t have the strongest grasp on social awareness, especially when he’s high, so he gawks. jaw dropped, his eyes doe eyes, arms heavy. you’re beautiful. every time he sees you he gets hot. his cheeks and nose gets bright red, a compliment to his bloodshot eyes. he can’t help but want to know what you feel like. how plush your thighs are in his grasp. how your breasts spill out between his hands while holding them. he thinks about it a lot. and gets hard at work a lot.
the first time you come in on your lunch break, he practically begs the cashier to let him take your order. he just wants to know how you sound. what your voice is like. is it high pitched and light? is it low and deep? either way, he could bet at least $10 that he’ll love it.
“welcome to surfer boy pizza, the best pizza you could get, unless you count dominos but do you think you’ll get as good service? no. you need some water? we got you dude! if you need anything at all we’ll get it for you! i mean we can even get you other things than pizza! except money cuz that’d be considered stealing, man.” he looked at you, feeling his cheeks get hot when he found your eyes not bored like most people when he rambles, but intrigued. he doesn’t get that often, accept with jonathan.
“that sounds great thanks man. i’ll just get uhhh two slices of pineapple pizza. i’ve always wanted to try it ever since i saw the sign for it outside. my friends say it looks weird but honestly“ he was cut off by his thoughts. you’re perfect. he could listen to you for hours. but the worst part was, he could feel his pants tightening. you bent over slightly while talking to him made him go crazy with the sight of your tits in front of him. “-so yeah that’s how i thought pineapple was a vegetable.” a small pause ”wait i was ordering right?”
“y-yeah. pizza.” he stuttered. “that’s all we do here.”
“and breadsticks.” you smiled. his length twitched at that smile. he’s so glad you can only see him waist up right now. he didn’t acknowledge your comment before turning around and telling the order to the people in the kitchen. he looked over his shoulder slowly to see you still staring at him, making him quickly look away. he needs you so bad.
“yeah the pizza will be out soon. could i uh..have your name..to call out?” they don’t call out names, just the order. he just really wanted to know your name. you said yours looking at the kitchen behind him curiously.
“whoa..uh chill name. very cool.” he smiled brushing off the clear cloudiness in his mind from the thought of fucking you. he wants to feel weird about it. but he just wants to feel you.
you just nodded and walked off to the side. he didn’t want to talk to anyone besides you so he walked away. from the counter, from everyone, from you and locked himself in the bathroom. what was he doing to do with himself?
the second time you went into the shop was three days later. it was lunch rush and argyle was already busy with other customers to notice you walking in. he can’t lie, he missed talking to you. missed seeing you. he had already jerked it 7 times to the thought of you since he last saw you.
you walked to him ready to order. he spun around and was shocked, expecting anyone else but you.
“hey dude welcome to- oh shit…hey man you’re back.” he looked you up and down at your outfit. it was so fucking tight on you. your thighs were extruding out and it was all he could focus on. he could beg for you to turn around right now. that would be some real eye candy.
“yeah i’m back! can’t really go anywhere else here. i’ll have the two slices of pineapple pizza again. i gotta say you got me hooked on it.” he shouldn’t be so happy he had an impact on you for something so small but for now he sees you as a goddess. and it’s truly an honor to be talking to you.
“always live by the rule of try before you deny!” you laughed at that and went to get your wallet to pay. he shamelessly gawked at your chest. thank god you weren’t looking at him, but once you did, his eyes shot up at you.
“how much is it?” you asked
“huh?”
“the pizza. how much do i owe you?” you have a sweet smile, waiting for his reply.
“oh! four thirty seven.” you help out a five and he took it. “that’ll be out in a minute” he paused before saying your name, he loved how it sounded. he’s said it so many times before, just with his cock in his hands. but you didn’t know that. that’s what made it fun.
the third time was when he was closing. the kitchen was cooled and down. tables sanitized and chairs put away. but somehow you came in.
“oh crap you’re closing. sorry, i had the munchies.” you said, not even inside yet. wait. did your clothes get any tighter? or was he loosing blood in his head from the raging boner he had by seeing your top. thin. you weren’t leaving anything up to the imagination. and he wasn’t angry. he bathed in your body’s light. people would scoff and laugh at your stomach. make fun of your rolls. of course he didn’t think anything was wrong with you, because nothing was. but the fact you were confident enough to ignore them or even say something back? that’s what made him rock hard every night.
that’s what made him think about how you’d feel in his lap. looking all pretty, smoke around you. half lidded lust catching up and you bounce up and down on him. how do you moan? are they more like whimpers? either way he’d drink them up like nectar.
“no hey! you can stay man. the uh..the drink machines still going if you want something. a coke or anything.” he tried desperately to convince you to stay. he wanted to be alone with you. you didn’t even have to do anything. just sitting with you and talking to you would be enough jerk off material for him later.
“oh yeah sure! that’s fine i suppose.” you walk in and set your stuff down on the counter. “mind giving me a cup?” he scrambled to say ‘sure’ and ran to the back, searching for the red plastic cups they use. he looked at you through the small window from the kitchen. what if he made his move? what if…he did something with you? oh god. he can’t even think about it.
“here you go. get whatever you’d like, man. you have the luxury here.” he gave a small laugh looking down at you as you smiled at him. you quickly turned around and walked to the machine and. there it was. he’s been waiting for you to turn around and flaunt that ass for weeks. he almost moaned from the sight of if. you were so plump. so full and he couldn’t handle it. the thoughts of taking you to his van and making you his was almost unbearable.
“is it alright if i sit on the counter? the chairs are all put away and ive been standing all day” you look at him, sipping on your straw from your drink.
“no yeah go ahead dude. we can stay here as long as you want. actually maybe after 9 would be good. but even after maybe i could take you in my van. i know a good road to just drive on and…it’d be neat to..drive..” god help him you looked too tempting. again, with no social awareness, he stared. your cleavage hypnotizing him like some sort of sex crazed middle schooler. although he wasn’t far from that.
“you alright, ari?” that nickname. when other people say it, it’s always just kind of nice. when you said it, everything in him wanted to lay you down on the counter and put his face between your legs.
“dude…can i be honest?” he said, putting his hands on the counter on each side of you. you had a worried sick expression.
“yeah go ahead. do you want me to leave? oh shit i knew i was over stepping i always do this! i’ll leave you so-“ he couldn’t think, he just wanted you to know he wants you. he slowly moves his hands off the counter and onto your hips.
“you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. and i work around pizza ovens” you want to laugh at his horrible joke but the way his hands are glued onto your mid hip, just meeting your thighs.
“dude..what are you-“
“your tits are unbelievable, man.” he interrupted. he wasn’t even listening to you. he just wanted to grope and feel and squeeze. now you knew what’s up with him. the man is horny. because of you. argyle saw a grin on you and looked up at you, not moving his head.
“you think so? i think they’re alright.” you shrugged, looking back at him. the tension was like rubber, if one of you let go of one end, it would snap and who knows what would happen.
“just alright? i’ve seen many but dude these make shannon tweeds look like nothing, man.” then he stopped with words and movement alike. “hey if you don’t wanna do any of this, no hard feelings. i’m a man and i’ll back off if you want.” in shock of him not picking up hints, you put your hands on his shoulders.
“touch me more ari.” with a slow nodding of his head he placed his palms back into your waist. moving up and up and up until…jackpot. he started slow with holding your chest. soft light touches. then when he saw there was no discomfort, he squeezed. and there was a whine from your lips.
there was the snap.
“holy shit…” he gasped, feeling the tightening feeling in the pants once again.
“enjoying yourself babe?” babe? ari wants to do so much to you just to say that again. he nods eagerly. he puts his finger just slightly into your shirt, signaling he wants to pull it down. with a quick nod while looking into those glossy eyes, he pulls and your tits fall out.
it was like christmas for him. this angel before him and their even more angelic boobs right in front of his face.
“you just gonna stare at them?” you tilted you head to the side and gently put your hand on top of his head. he knew what you meant. and he couldn’t be more eager.
he leaned forward and put his lips around your left bud, earning a groan from you, the vibration traveling to his lips. he’s done this before but he’s never been this needy. he’s drooling all over your tits and all you can do is enjoy his deprived licks and prods and your chest.
he didn’t once take his lips away from your skin traveling to the other mound, just kissed his way over. he was gentle with his touching but his kissing and sucking? harsh.
“ari come here” you softly spoke to not startle him. he looked up and detached his lips, a string of drool following. you urged his head gently up to your face and kissed him. yup. a harsh kisser. but who can blame him? he likes you so much that he can’t believe this is even happening! “how long have you wanted to do this hm?” you spoke as you pulled away and he sighed.
“i think..since you started working where you are. you always walked by where i could see you. dude i gotta say..you’re gorgeous. not just hot but beautiful. you’re still hot but i want you to know it that you’re both.” he saw your expression of confusion. wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed. “am i making sense?”
“perfect sense” you kissed his forehead, accepting his confession of a crush. then moved for another kiss on his lips. “what do you want to do to me babe?”
“i can choose?” he said sitting up more straight to look at you, he wanted to be more leveled with you.
“unless you want me to. i can take control.” you said with a grin, giving him infamous ‘fuck me’ eyes. it’s like the more you do, the more he shuts down and want to be taken care of.
“w-well…maybe i could…see what between” he drifted off as he leaned down just above your thighs, placing his hand on top of them. “these sweet babies” he was sweating with anticipation.
“you wanna taste me?” you said pure raw need laced within your voice. all he did was nod his. “come on words babe”
“yeah. id love to.” a grin was placed onto your face.
“then get to work.”
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SAY GOODBYE: chapter 2
Cause I really don’t feel the way I once felt about you Girl it’s not, you , it’s me
Synopsis: In which Wooyoung finds himself loving someone else other than his girlfriend
Pairing : Balletdancer! reader x dancer!Wooyoung
Warnings: this chapter includes mentions of , illnesses, death , Wooyoung being in love , gifts, San and Mingi being goofy , kissing, infidelity, cheating ? , ballet , teasing
Word count : 2,5k
" Wooyoung why are we here again "
Seonghwa sighed as he watched the younger examine the different types of flowers
" What do you think about roses ? "
He smiled as he smelled on the white ones that smelled like a bit of vanilla
" I mean yeah they are romantic and beautiful but it still doesn't answer my question "
" Just help me pick some flowers and stop complaining will you ? "
He chuckled and continued looking around
" Well just mix the pink roses with the white ones or whatever "
" You think that's a good idea ? "
" They do look good together maybe with a cute white ribbon wrapped around it "
The younger smiled and called the employee to help him put together everything Seonghwa suggested
" That will be 11$ if we wrap it up "
Seonghwa waited for his friend to pay so they could leave
" This is the first time I see you buying flowers and actually be happy about it "
" Can't a guy buy flowers now "
"Of course you can but what's the ocasion today for what I had to give up my own plans"
" There's a performance at school and I wanted you to tag along since you are a ballet student "
Seonghwa furrowed his brows
" There's a performance and how come I didn't know about this so called performance? "
" It's because they decided it on the last minute and not so many people signed up to watch "
Wooyoung walked down the street with his friend that grimaced confused
" They usually don't do that "
" That's why I said it was on last minute "
As they turned around the corner they saw their other friends San and Mingi waiting for them also dressed up casually unlike Wooyoung who dressed himself as if he was going on a date or something
" Wow never thought I'd see the Jung Wooyoung with blond black hair styled elegantly let alone in a leather jacket "
Mingi laughed punching his friend playfully
" Yeah but I mean it's like he's a bad boy or something , and why do you have flowers? "
Wooyoung shrugged as they continued walking
" Do I need to have a reason to buy flowers now or something ? What is wrong with y'all "
" Chill out dude , it was just a question "
San lifted his hands in surrender
" Where is Yeosang? "
" He said he's waiting at the schools entrance "
Seonghwa replied checking his phone
" What are we going to watch anyways ? "
"Wooyoung's friend has a solo performance today and we are going for support since not so many people are coming to watch "
" That's actually sad , I'm glad I'm coming Ive always wanted to see a solo performance "
San smiled as he walked happily down the street
The boys kept talking about unnecessary things as Seonghwa had plugged in his earbuds to not get annoyed and be moody during the performance
As they slowly approached the school they saw Yeosang sitting at a bench quietly bouncing his feet as he waited patiently
" Took you guys long enough "
He scoffed and stood up as they approached him so they could in
"Wooyoung bought some flowers on the way "
" And don't ask him unless you want him to blow up on you speaking from experience "
San said as Wooyoung chuckled and apologised
" There's barely anyone here "
They went towards the big theatre and looked inside seeing five people at least sitting there patiently waiting for it to start
" Welcome , thank you so much for coming "
An old lady that seemed like the one who organised the event greeted them with a soft smile and smiled bigger after recognising Seonghwa who kept looking inside
" If this isn't my favourite student Park "
She grabbed his cheeks and patted them
" I'm glad you came , I really wanted you to watch this since it's based on what you did last year for the opening ceremony "
" Really ? Who's doing it ? "
" She's new so you probably don't know her , but her name is Y/n she transferred a month ago after our school gave her a scholarship "
Wooyoung who couldn't bare to listen anymore wandered back stage to search for her as he held the flowers nervously but gently so that he wouldn't end up crushing them
As he walked behind some curtains he saw her putting on her shoes and wrapping it around her feet
" Am I interrupting? "
She looked up startled as the sudden voice spoke in the once quiet room
" Wooyoung you came "
He smiled and approached her
" How could I miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to see you dance "
Wooyoung handed her the flowers making her gasp
" Are these for me ? You didn't have to just coming was enough for me "
Y/n took the flowers blushing as she smelled the vanilla scent radiating from the bouquet
They stood there without saying anything until Y/n chuckled and kissed his cheek
" Thank you Wooyoung you're so sweet "
The boy heated up after feeling her soft plump lips on his right cheek
" I'm looking forward to you liking the performance and even if you don't I'm still thankful for you taking your time to be here "
" Ay I'm sure me and my friends will like this , especially Seonghwa who's last year performance you’re actually covering "
" Really?! , I hope I don't embarrass myself in front of you guys "
Both chuckled before Wooyoung approached her and tucked a loose hair back up into her sleek bun
" Y/n are you ready?! "
One of the stage monitors whisper shouted
" This is my queue to leave , thank you so much again for coming "
The girl smiled and hurried towards her position while Wooyoung hurried to sit down besides friends
" where have you been ? "
San whispered as he looked at Wooyoung's smiling state
" Somewhere now be quiet it's about to start "
Just as he shushed San the red curtains have been lifted revealing Y/n curled into a ball in her beautiful baby blue tutu slowly rising as the music started to play
" She's so beautiful "
Mingi and San gawked as they watched the girl on stage dance on her toes while while twirling
" Wooyoung has taste in beautiful girls "
Mingi giggled before earning a hard pinching on his side by Seonghwa who glared at him
" Be quiet I'm trying to watch her dance "
The amount of emotions pilling out of her whenever she did specific moves that even had Seonghwa's mouth hang open
" That right there is called a perfect Grand Jete , im pretty amazed that she can even do that it's a pretty difficult move "
Seonghwa smiled and nodded approvingly
" What the heck is a Grand Jete ?"
" A Grand Jete is a jump in which a dancer springs from one foot to land on the other with one leg forward of their body and the other stretched backwards while in the air "
Yeosang explained as he kept watching quietly
Wooyoung was the only one that didn't say anything since he was mesmerised by the way her body moved so effortlessly
From every twirl to pirouettes his heart skipped a beat making him feel sick to his stomach but in a good way
His phone suddenly started vibrating with messages from girlfriend making him sigh and turn off the notifications
As the music slowed Y/n slowly twirled two times ending it with a Arabesque making everyone clap as tbd curtains closed
" That was so cool , how did she just stand on one feet while supporting her whole body with only her toes ?! ”
Mingi’s eyes widened from shook as he pictured himself trying and failing miserably to copy the move Y/n just did
“ I think this was the best solo I’ve ever seen ”
“ Me too but it seems like Wooyoung enjoyed it more than we all did ”
Yeosang teased his friend who’s mouth hung open as he continued to clap
“ Thank you so much for coming to watch our new team member do her amazing solo ”
The old lady bowed and thanked everyone before leaving
“ Guys you can leave without me ”
“ Are you staying with your friend ? ”
The boy nodded as he stared at someone that poked their head from behind the curtains
“ I’ll see you guys on Monday bye ! ”
He smiled patting everyone’s chest before running off to meet Y/n
“ Gosh what a friend he is ”
“ Wait doesn’t he have a girlfriend ? ”
“ He does and it looks like this is about to change really soon ”
Everyone looked at Yeosang who had a emotionless expression on as he walked out
“ What does he mean by that ”
“ Yeosang basically said that Wooyoung is falling for someone he just met ”
Seonghwa chuckled amused as they went out to
“ Does this mean we are witnessing a hot mess of a love triangle ? ”
San and Mingi giggled to themselves making Seonghwa sigh in exhaustion
“ You guys are so like these dumb and dumber duos and I’m tired of your baby like minds ”
He walked off leaving both boys giggling to themselves
“ You where amazing today ”
Wooyoung smiled as he waited for Y/n to finish putting on her sneaker’s
“ I saw when you clapped as everyone had already stop it was so funny ”
She giggled grabbing her backpack
“ Well it was just beautiful especially the ending pose even my friends were amazed”
He smiled looking down
“ Where are your friends? did they already leave? I wanted to thank them ”
She looked around but her and Wooyoung where literally the only ones left
“ I told them they could go since I wanted to stay and congratulate you again ”
“ Oh ok , well what should we do now ? ”
“ We could grab something to eat but I don’t really think you’d be hungry ”
“ You don’t know how hungry I am I haven’t ate anything the whole day only a small snack to boost the energy before performing ”
“ Than how about we grab something down town or we could go to the beach where they sell amazing street food "
She nodded as they walked out off school
“ You look so good with that hairstyle ”
He smiled flicking his hair back
“ I’ve always wanted to tried two different colours at once and I’m glad people like it ”
“ You kinda look a bad guy who’s in a biker gang the way you’re styled today ”
Y/n smiled covering her mouth to prevent her from laughing
“ A bad boy , gosh why does everyone say that ”
He bursted out laughing as he spot the beach just some miles away
“ But a good looking bad boy ”
“ You also looked beautiful today your costume was very beautiful ”
She smiled and looked down
“ My Grandma made it for me before I moved here from the country side , I wouldn’t be here if she didn’t pass away some months ago ”
Wooyoung frowned as he stopped on his tracks
“ I’m so sorry to have brought such a sensitive topic up I didn’t mean to ”
“ It’s ok it’s not like you knew about it ”
The girl smiled and took of her shoes letting her feet sink into the warm sand
“ I hope you’re not feeling sad now ”
He also removed his shoes before following her as they took a walk along the beach watching as the sunset slowly
“ I feel better now that I’m seeing the sunset leaving us in this darkness full of stars and the beautiful moon as replacement ”
She sat down and looked to the sky
“ Yeah it’s really beautiful especially the way the different orange tones are turning into a beautiful dark blue one "
Wooyoung took a picture before posting it on his private story
“ How come you decided to be a dancer ? ”
Y/n looked at him surprised by the sudden question but smiled
“ Well I’ve always loved seeing people dance , and my dad used to be a dancer too but had to stop when he got lung cancer "
“ I’m sorry to hear that ”
“ It’s ok , I just enjoyed seeing him dance so I also practiced Hip hop for a couple years until I discovered my passion for ballet ”
“ Wait you also practiced Hip hop ? ”
“ Yeah it was so fun but I thought ballet suited me the most out off everything ”
Y/n looked at Wooyoung who was already looking at her
“ I also think it suits you well ”
He smiled and leaned closer to her , he himself didn’t know where that boldness was coming from  but one thing he knew was needed to control was what he was about to do
“ Wooyoung are you ? ”
Y/n stood still as she felt him get closer to her
“ Can I ? Can I please kiss you ? ”
His voice sounded so desperate that even he himself didn’t believe he just did that
“ You can only if I can as well ”
She leaned in closing her eyes as she felt his breath closer to her lips
He slowly moves in closer, closing his eyes, his lips slightly parted in anticipation when his lips met hers
Wooyoung let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing against Y/n’s as the kiss got tender and gentle, full of emotion but also confusion
He wanted to be selfish and enjoy this moment but no matter how much he pulled her body closer to him his guilt wouldn’t die down
“ I-Im so sorry but I need to leave ”
“ Wait Wooyoung- ”
He stood up in a hurry leaving the confused girl behind sitting on the sand
He tried forgetting what he just did but it was deeply engraved in his mind already
Even after he came home to his girlfriend waiting for him so they could go to sleep together
He kept thinking about Y/n , someone he barely knew only for some days
Already having his heart skip beats or making him buy flowers something he never did unless it was for his mom on Mother’s Day
“ Wooyoung why are you still awake? "
He looked beside him and sighed
“ It’s nothing I’ve been just thinking ”
The boy turned around facing the wall
“ We can talk if something is bothering you ”
She snuggled herself closer to him but got pushed back slowly
“ Im fine just go back to sleep ”
The girl shrugged and turned around letting Wooyoung think to himself
He didn’t know how he was going to face Y/n now the next time they see each other, what if he ended up ignoring her or hurt her even more than he already did today by leading her on
All these thoughts kept running until he fell asleep from exhaustion when he left his bedroom to sleep on the couch
Maybe he couldn’t sleep because it wasn’t Y/n dancing around his mind but the fact that he behaved so normal beside someone he just betrayed deeply by kissing someone else
#ateez#ateez angst#ateez atiny#ateez fluff#ateez hongjoong#ateez imagines#ateez jongho#ateez mingi#ateez san#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez wooyoung#ateez yeosang#wooyoung angst#wooyoung fluff#wooyoung#ateez x reader
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Jaytimkon high School fic???? Maybe with popular skater boy Tim 🥺🥺🥺
Sending love and inspo!!!
i adore hs aus xD i did reference skater tim, though maybe not the popular part so much ^^;
i decided to go established timkon & pre-jaytimkon for this one~ i hope you like it!! thank u sm for the prompt <3
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“Oh my god, Tim. Just ask him out already.” Kon hisses, startling Tim out of his thoughts.
Or. Well.
He wasn’t really thinking so much as he was stealing glances across the library, where Jason has his nose buried in a book. He always does. Even at lunch, Jason doesn’t really sit with anyone; just picks an out of the way table to read while he eats.
It’s cute. Especially when he gets really into it, and forgets he’s in public; mouthing the words, making faces, even uttering soft noises.
Tim would feel bad about sneaking glances if he didn’t know Kon’s been doing the exact same thing.
“I— The whole school knows we’re dating, Kon.”
“I’ll go with you.” Kon shrugs, twirling a pencil between his fingers. “So he knows it’s chill.”
Tim glares. “Then why can’t you ask him out?” he hisses. Tim’s not the only one crushing, here. Why does he have to be the one to ask?
Kon rolls his eyes. “Because I asked you out,” he says, like that has any bearing on anything whatsoever. He pauses, then adds, “Also, you liked him first.”
“Yeah, which means you have experience.” Tim chooses to ignore the second part.
“Also means you’re in desperate need of some.” Kon rolls his eyes. Tim pouts at him, but Kon stares back at him, unimpressed. “Dude. You are like… one more longing sigh away from leaving him anonymous love letters. Just ask him out.”
Huh.
Love letters… Tim hadn’t thought about that angle. Jason’s social media presence is pretty sparse, except for a book blog he updates two or three times a week. Hadn’t Jason said something about the secret admirer trope in romance a bit ago? But was it positive or negative…? Hm.
“Oh my god. Babe.” Kon put his face in his hands. “That’s not a suggestion. Please don’t make me call Cassie.”
Tim stills. If Kon calls Cassie, it’s really only a matter of time before Cissie and Bart get involved. And while it’s possible they could take Tim’s side— Tim doesn’t want to listen to it.
“We could sign the letter?” he offers anyway.
“Tim.”
Ah. Kon’s no-bullshit tone has entered the chat.
Fair enough. Tim would probably end up spending weeks just trying to compose the damn thing before giving up entirely. Fine. Okay. Tim can wing it. He’s great at that.
He drags his hands down his face. “Okay. Fine," he says. "I can do that."
Kon pats his arm. “You’ve got this, babe.”
Tim appreciates Kon’s confidence, even if he doesn’t share it.
It takes Kon’s foot nudging his ankle for him to stand. The space between their tables seems insurmountable, like Jason might as well be separated from him by an ocean. Tim looks back at Kon.
Kon, again, looks unimpressed. The raised brow and crossed arms are very Ma Kent. Tim almost tells him so, but thinks better of it. Instead, he turns.
Okay. Ask Jason out. Tim can do that. He’s done scarier. Asking a cute guy out is nothing compared to getting his ass kicked at the skate park. Besides, he knows Jason. He’s the only reason Tim passed English last trimester, after all, and he was… surprisingly patient about it. Well. It was a little rough at first, but. Then something shifted, and it got easier, and Tim. He’d thought he’d liked Jason before, but actually getting to talk to him—
Well.
Maybe Kon had a point about his pining.
At least if Jason rejects him, he'll be nice about it.
The insurmountable gulf between them is surmounted in but a few measly seconds—just barely long enough for Tim to get his bearings. His heart is still beating a touch too fast.
Jason looks up from his book. “Can I help you?” Tim can’t help but think he looks like a disgruntled cat. It’s cute. His expression shifts, a little, when he realizes it’s Tim. “Oh. Hey, Timmers. Need somethin’?”
Now or never. “Yeah,” he says. He grips the back of an empty chair, just to have something to do with his hands. “Do— Kon and I were planning on getting ice cream after school today. We were… wondering if you wanted to come?”
Confusion creases Jason’s brow. “That… I wouldn’t want to intrude on your date,” he says slowly.
“You wouldn’t be,” Tim says, immediately. “You— We want you there.” He pauses, and then, to clarify, adds, “On the date. ‘Cause. It’ll still be a date, if, um. If you’re okay with that.”
Jason looks at Tim. Then he looks over at Kon, who winks.
Huh.
Tim’s never seen anyone turn that shade of red before. The color paints all the way down Jason’s neck, and under the collar of his uniform. “I—“ His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. He looks nervous. Tim can relate.
He pulls the chair out with his foot, sitting. “I know it’s probably kind of sudden,” he says. “Um. You can say no, if you want to. And—um. If you need more time to think about it, that’s okay too. We can go out another day.” He pauses, the wheels of his mind spinning. “It’s not a trick, either. I promise.”
He almost holds out his pinkie, because he’s embarrassing like that, but. He manages to stop himself.
Jason’s mouth works a couple more times before he finally manages, “I’d like— Ice cream sounds good.”
Tim sinks back into his seat. His cheeks ache from his grin—he’s pretty sure he looks like an idiot, but. He doesn’t really care. “Cool,” he says.
Jason smiles back. “Cool,” he repeats, softly.
#jaytimkon#konjaytim#timjaykon#cheetahleopard#asks and answers#tauriawritesfanfic#i wrote the first part of this fic the night you sent it~#and then after that i had a few more possible ideas for hs aus xD#but i decided to keep going with this one~#jason reading at the lunch table is inspired by the fact that i used to do the same thing#i didnt have the same lunch block as my friends (well. friend. i didn't have a lot of school friends lol) so#ALSO now im thinking about jaytim and/or jaytimkon but where they actually go the anonymous love letter route...
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| descendant of hob gadling |
Okay so. What if in 2021 it turns out that Hob has a descendant that can be considered almost his doppelganger!
Something like with Lady Johanna and Modern Johanna.
Of course apart from Robyn, Hob never really kept track if he fathered any children. So imagine how shocked he would be to maybe run into a 20-something collage student that looks way too much like himself.
Better yet.
It’s Dream who runs into the descendant first. He mistakes him for Hob, because why not. So the descendant is just chilling on a bench, unfortunately quite to the New Inn. And then from behind him he just hears an ominous (for a stranger) voice:
Hello Hob.
And the descendant just jumps off the bench and sees a pale, goth standing behind his bench looking suddenly quite confused. He frowns, still a bit startled asking:
Sorry? What? Who?
Then after a moment the goth purses his lips and nods his head:
Apologies. You are not the one I am looking for.
And then, to add a cherry on top, the goth disappears in a swirl of sand. Leaving the descendant just staring openly at the empty spot.
Enter paranoia, when that night in his dream he catches a glimpse of the goth and… wait. IS THAT HIM BESIDE THE SAND GUY??????
So while the descendant is full on panicking, thinking that a demon is trying to eat his soul or whatever. Conjuring 2.O in real life.
Dream and Hob are just trying to figure out when did Hob father a child. They make a game out of it, going as far as Dream taking Hob to visit the descendant’s dreams and nightmares to check out if they find out anything.
What about 17th century?
Actually, I didn’t get around much back then so I doubt it.
Hm. You surprise me, Hob Gadling. You did look rather ravishing back then.
Oh, please dove. You did not see yourself then, you almost made my heart stop when you entered.
Then I suppose, I should try harder.
You want me to have a heart attack?
Perhaps.
I love you.
And I you, my Hob.
After their flirting is done, they get to a conclusion that perhaps they should check in with Constantine, figure something out about the descendant doppelgangers. Or whatever.
And going back to the descendant. Well. He found Johanna as well.
Listen kid, I don’t see any signs that you’re possessed or that something is trying to claim your soul.
You don’t understand! I see him in my dreams and nightmares! Always standing at the edge with myself beside him! He’s obviously sending a message that he’s going to take my soul!
Wait. Your dreams and nightmares?
Yeah!
*sigh* What does your demon look like again?
By the time Dream and Hob visit her, she glances at the immortal and immediately understands and laughs.
You bloody idiots!
The pair share a confused look. While Johanna points at Hob and says:
Your poor poor descendant visited me.
He did?
What did he want?
Johanna calms herself but keeps on giggling as she explains:
Apparently a demon is haunting him. He first met him in a park, then he’s having trouble with sleeping in, and sees the demon in his dreams and nightmares. The said demon always stands ominously at the edge with a version of him. The poor kid was on the verge of loosing his mind!
While Hob looks guilty, Dream huffs without missing a beat:
I am no mere demon.
Johanna snorts:
Tell that to the kid, he’s afraid to go to sleep. Says he’s too young to die.
Hob frowns asking her:
Did you ease his mind? Or help him?
Oh, yeah. Told him to cleanse the apartment and take a bath with some bath salts.
That does not—
I know, but I needed the idiot calm while I contact you or something. He was out right refusing to sleep, so don’t thank me for saving his sanity.
After that they leave the descendant’s dreams alone, simply doing their own little investigation in the Waking.
All is well, until they enter a bar near Hob’s campus and the descendant is there with his friends.
The moment the descendant catches a glimpse of them both at the edge of his vision, his blood runs cold.
Just like Hob’s.
Shit. Okay, okay, we gotta go.
The immortal pulls the endless out of the bar but someone comes after them.
Oi! Wait! I— I know you! You’re that—that demon and you’re— me? No. Wait I’m not old—
Hey! I’m not old! Well. Not physically! I’m like 33!
And I am no mere demon, descendant.
Descendant?
And that’s how my friends the poor descendant has his whole world turned around as Hob explains the whole situation and how the three of them got there.
So… you could be like my… great-great-great with probably more greats grandfather?
Yes?
Okay… and he. He’s like a… god—
I am more than a simple god. I am an endless—
Yeah, sure. So, super god. Cool, cool.
You seem rather… accepting of this?
Hahah… yeah I’m just glad you’re not gonna take my soul or whatever. I’m cool with whatever else, as long as I don’t get cursed or something… I’m not gonna get cursed by you guys right?
Oh no no no! We would never!
If you keep this to yourself—
Dream?!
—you cannot go around spreading information on this matter. Do you understand?
Yeah, yeah jeez I get it. Damn… so. You wanna get a beer or something ? I mean. It’s kinda sick to get to know your ancestor and an… endless?
And just like that, Hob gained a family member and as did Dream in a way. Their meetings at the New Inn now kept one more chair open for the young man to join them from time to time.
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I adore the steelworks gang, like more than I've seen other people express online.
First of all...
My little icon Lexi.
They have been known and initially regarded for their silly voices and jolly nature but I don't often see people looking into why they do it. Like their voices make them more wild than Marion who's generally loved by some fans but they also do it in spite of themselves. They and Theo did an entire upbeat song about how much they are failures to railway engineering with lyrics like:
"We're experiments gone bad
in other words whoever designed us must be mad."
These are not the words of someone with self esteem in how funny they are! They even showed them actually depressed when saying 'We can't do anything.' for the final time in the special.
And anyone who knew how long it took for more in-your-face LGBT+ representation in 2018 She-Ra will know that if this special just came out three or four years later, we might've had proper gender-fluid Lexi representation.
As for Theo...
He is still a pure little bean and I feel the ambiguity of his design makes it all the more reason for him to feel bad about his design. I don't know what about his design warranted gigantic cogs on his sides but we don't know what went on in whatever workshop he was built at. For all we know he could've had the Henry treatment, having been dumped on the doorstep on the first desperate railway executive needed an engine, as a last ditch effort for a dying manufacturer.
As for him being on the spectrum, I can still see it in his behaviour. Lexi was truly not gender fluid but once you've met one autistic person, you've met one autistic person.
And some characteristics are visible in him.
His unintentional bluntness. "Are you being scrapped?"
His tics and stutters.
His shakes in excitement, if you were to count it as stimming.
And who's to say he's not limited to physical disabilities? He and Lexi, depending on how successful you can view it having designs as unique as them on British rails, are the perfect ones to have given the body language they were adamant on giving all the engines back then.
Him being so gentle and anxious is generally adorable, so yeah, not so much to say about his actual personality.
Speaking of not much to say, not much to say on Merlin either, at least nothing that people haven't said already. We all know how awesome he is.
Beresford is MY MAN!
Beresford just wants a friend guys. He said in his own song that he was always ignored by engines who just want to get a job done. No time to chat with him. Loneliness can drive him mad. It is kinda sad that his appearance in Royal Engine was not only a sign of the further appearances these characters could've had but how it was also kinda a rehash of the scene we got in his last appearance, so maybe an episode of his own where he learnt to make friends properly would've been fun.
Ah well, at least he got some friends in another life.
And what can I say about Hurricane?
Keeping it real, working with steel.
Since 1902
He is such a chill guy, that while his companion might've had a lot of hard labour in mind for Thomas, he seems so genuine in wanting to take Thomas in while still acknowledging his terrible position. He could've done with standing up to Frankie though.
But whatever, that's meant to be a part of his character, and he was voiced by the chad Jim Howick no less.
It's so funny when people say he sounded like a member of the royal family when he's played kings before.
And then there's Frankie.
Oh my god I adore her so much. Her manipulation being legitimately intimidating at the best times, especially when she's actually chasing Thomas down in the dead of night, her musical style bribing him into working for her, her VA's performance capturing all of her personality through line delivery perfectly.
Everything about her class, her demeanour, most of her lines makes me so curious about her whole life.
How is she running this steelworks better than the human manager of the works if there even is one? How are the human workmen so ok with her doing this? How did the other engines before Thomas get into doing her work? How did they get out? How did Hurricane stay with her for this long, let alone not encourage some potential friends of his to work with her? Was she indirectly responsible for Hurricane surviving as long as he did to still be a tank engine after she was built? Why didn't the railways surrounding this fictional steelworks not agree with this most likely non-existent human manager not just agree to get a lot of their engines to transport steel from their works? What did Frankie do? What are you hiding from us!?
The whole mystery surrounding her and her apparently feeling put-down and apparently not evil at heart according to her character profile and her role in the book 'Delivery at the Docks' makes her potential crimes such a goldmine for story potential that I really want to delve into very soon.
And yeah, that's what I have to say on them in canon. All beautiful characters that I feel need more recognition on a regular basis.
#thomas the tank engine#thomas and friends#ttte lexi#ttte theo#ttte beresford#ttte merlin#ttte hurricane#ttte frankie#she ra and the princess of power#catradora#all engines go
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hello! i just read ur toya fluff alphabet hcs and i really love them ❤ could i request B, C, H, & T for Akito? thank youu!!
Hii! I'm so glad you liked it <3 and of course you can request it, and so I hope you will enjoy ^^
Akito B, C, H, T fluff alphabet
⊱ Brush ═ Do they like it when their lover plays or brushes their hair? And do they like to do the same with their lovers hair?
At first Akito won't let you brush or play with his hair because he thinks it's too girly and just thinks it doesn't suit him. But after a long time of hearing your beggings, he finally let's you do it and his hair is actually pretty fluffy! He won't mind that much if you just brush through his hair, but if you do any hairstyles he will act like he doesn't want it and will immediately take it off, but the truth is he loves it and just doesn't want to admit it.
Akito isn't the best at doing hairstyles, that's why he doesn't agree on doing that. But he doesn't mind just brushing your hair, in fact he'll do it every time you ask him to. But if you want him to do some hairstyles you'd have to ask him many times and you have to still be ready that he's going to tangle your hair completely and then apologize and never will do it again.
"No, you can't play with my hair. Ugh... fine... but the moment you bring any ponytails into it, it's over, deal?"
⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?
Akito absolutely loves cuddling but he'll never admit it or cuddle in public. But in private he's just the sweetest, he may at first act tough but it doesn't take long untill he gets comfortable. Once he does get comfortable, he's like cuddly cat and his cuddles just feel so soft. He will prefer to be the big spoon but if you ask him for long enough, he will eventually agree to be a little spoon. He thinks that 2 hours of cuddling are really enough, but if you ask for more or if he feels especially cuddly today, he might just cuddle with you for longer.
Akito will never directly ask you for cuddles tho, instead he'll give you a little signs like, wrap his arm around you or hold hands, or position himself into his cuddle position in hopes you'll understand. Although if you're really clueless he'll just get straight to time point when he's done with giving you signs.
"Hey... Do you really don't get it? Ehh... Come here already!"
⊱ Hands ═ How do they hands feel like? And how willing or how often do they hold hands with their lover?
Akito's hands are pretty harsh but also are on warmer side (not completely warm tho). If you think that his hands on winter are like a blessing, you're in big mistake, his hands on winter actually get colder, so it's usually that in winter they have neutral temperature and in summer they're really warm.
Akito won't initiate handholding if he won't have a reason for it, that's why the first time he initiated it was either when you asked him for it or when he was jealous. But holding hands with him actually feels pretty protective but also soft? After first couple of times you two held hands, he becomes more sure and initiates handholding more often. Now when he walks you back or when it's just the two of you chilling somewhere, he grabs your hand, but don't expect him to do it in front of people.
"Here. Let's hold hands on our way back, it became our tradition by now."
⊱ Type ═ What's their type? What type of person do they want to spend their life with?
Akito would definitely like someone calm who doesn't get mad easily. He has problems with anger and he knows it, that's why he would actually appreciate someone who can calm him down from time to time.
Akito would also like someone confident or just someone who can initiate most of romantic stuff since he won't initiate much because of his ginger nature. He would also appreciate someone who won't tease him for every soft moments he will show, it already doesn't come easy to him so he doesn't need anyone to make it harder on him.
"Yeah, I would like someone calm and bold, what's wrong with that?"
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Steve moved to California, after.
After Vecna was defeated, and Hawkins was safe, and everyone had moved on. Robin went to college out of state and he still heard from her, still saw her occasionally, she was still his best friend. Dustin and the party were old enough to drive, and of course he still saw them, but not as often. Nancy and Jonathan moved to Chicago. His parents hadn’t seen him in at least 6 months.
He didn’t really have an attachment to Indiana, anymore.
So he packed his bags. Had enough in his savings from his dad to start over. Drove west and with every passing state sign felt a bit of tension leave his shoulders.
Max never really talked about Billy, but when she did she always spoke about the freedom he craved in California, and Steve was starting to understand what the younger boy must have meant.
Too bad he had died before he reached that freedom.
And, Steve, well, he had liked Billy. In a way that had scared him all those years ago, but now he had accepted. Saw the wild, fierce, unobtainable boy and thought to himself “he is free.”
He was wrong in thinking that.
All these thoughts rushed through his head the closer he got to the golden state. And when he got there, and settled in, made sure to make his calls back to Hawkins to let everyone who cared know he was okay, needed a change of scenery, he started to think more about the dead boy with oceans for eyes and golden hair.
Started to see him.
He was in a small seaside town, mostly inhabited by surfers and locals who looked at his clothes and laughed, but every once and a while Steve would catch a glimpse of blonde hair, the glint of a golden necklace catching in the sun, blue eyes meeting him for just a second but not long enough for Steve to really look.
He knew Billy was dead. But he saw his ghost every time he visited the beach, every time he went to the store to grab some food, every time he took a walk down the street early in the morning.
He was going insane.
Finally, one of his coworkers (Steve could sling ice cream, back home, but here he found pizza and sharing a joint with his chill friend from work worked so much better for him) told him he looked awful. Take a day off. Hell, go learn to surf so you’ll actually fit in around here. He has a friend who gives lessons.
Argyle covered his shift and Steve went to the beach at 8 am, lugging around his new board and wondering what the hell he was doing with his life.
“Thought you’d never show up, pretty boy.”
Steve turned around, almost dropping the (expensive) surf board in the process. And there he was. The ghost of Billy Hargrove, hair grown out, long enough to brush his elbows, scars across his torso blooming like flowers, eyes as bright as the sky and as deep as the pacific.
“Billy?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”
Steve’s mouth opened, then closed. And… then he smiled.
“You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Yeah?”
“I saw the casket.”
“Wow, the old man even paid for a casket…” the blonde chuckled.
“I saw you die, Billy.”
“Did you?”
Steve shook his head, still smiling. Realizing all those letters addressed to Max that she insisted come to his house weren’t from Lucas or some other kid.
“How?”
“Let’s not dwell on the particulars, pretty boy,” and oh, that nickname ignited a part in Steve he had buried along with the empty casket belonging to Billy Hargrove. “You want to surf, or not?”
And when they finally made it to the ocean, past the breakers, for the first time in a long time, maybe even in his whole life, Steve felt free.
Free to surf, and swim, and splash water on Billy who just laughed and splashed him back, and Steve knew that they were both free, then. To have fun, to bask in each other’s presence, to be themselves unapologetically.
Maybe even free enough to fall in love.
#I’m listening to Santa Monica by everclear if you can’t tell#billy hargrove#harringrove#also I took some liberties w this bc argyle deserves to be buds w Billy sorry
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