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ofalltheginjoints · 1 year
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STEVE HARRINGTON
Stranger Things | 3.02 "The Mall Rats"
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cambion-companion · 7 months
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Here’s ya girl who has gone completely feral over astarion. He’s the babiest baby. Okay, here’s the prompt. My characterisation could be a bit (or a lot lol) off bc I haven’t played the game Y E T so feel free to change the things that seem OOC.
Established relationship, but the beginnings of it, on a mission to find a way for astarion to be in the sun again. Reader has given astarion time to work on his sexual trauma so they haven’t been having sex for some time. Reader is 100% ok w that. But they have a big argument over something (not related to sex) and astarion doesn’t know how to resolve the situation other than reverting back to his seductive artifice and using sex as a way to ensure his safety (in this case, emotional safety). Reader figures it out because they (or she) are not dumb. They reassure astarion and he lets himself be vulnerable but also, it turns out that astarion wants that sexual intimacy. But reader decides this will be all about astarion and making him feel good and loved. Body worship, astarion’s praise kink, just everything focused on astarion’s pleasure in a way he has never experienced and that makes him completely unravel once he comes. Not a subby reader, tho. You know me, I don’t do subby.
If this is too long of a prompt, just the sexy part will be ok. Thank you so much, i have such astarion brainrot DDDD:
I Want to Live
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gn!reader x Astarion | Baldur's Gate 3 fanfic | 18+ only
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"I don't think we should use the tadpoles for anything, Astarion." You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the sulky Elf in front of you.
This tense conversation between the two of you had gone on far longer than you'd have liked. Astarion seemed insistent on using whatever advantage the Illithids had unintentionally given your party. Despite not yet knowing the implications of doing so.
Astarion's silver hair glinted in the firelight that warmed your back, his eyes shone like droplets of blood. "You might as well leave me alone, spoilsport." He waved an imperious hand in your direction, sneering at you in the way he knew would hurt you most. "Since you insist on being boring and unimaginative."
You ground your teeth. "I'm trying to keep us safe."
"And a fine job you're doing, my sweet." His lilting voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you ask Arabella how her parents are doing?" He paused, then feigned surprise. "Oh wait..."
Your eyes widened as a jolt of genuine pain lanced through your heart at his callous words. Astarion was aiming to do damage and, like always, he knew how to push your buttons.
Magic sparked at the end of your fingertips as you fought to control your rage. It was the lack of verbal response that alerted Astarion to the fact he might have pushed a little too far with you. His face almost looked regretful for a moment, or perhaps it was a trick of the firelight casting shadows across his features. You didn't gain much insight because of the tears blurring your vision as you quickly turned away and strode as far away from the vampire spawn as you could.
Shadowheart, who always seemed to overhear everything, cast a worried glance your direction before leveling a glare on Astarion who still watched after you with a blank look.
You sat yourself upon your bedroll before the campfire and listened to Volo squeakily tune his lute. Wyll and Gale were over by their tents chatting and Lae'zel sat on a boulder by the river sharpening her sword.
You had thought Astarion would understand and perhaps even agree with you, and the rest of the camp for that matter, that the parasites should not be utilized to gain control of other beings. It was convenient and downright useful, yes...but not worth an unknown cost.
You had thought...since that night when the two of you had become intimate...that he'd maybe come to care for you. But that jab about Arabella's parents, who you'd failed to save, only confirmed that the vampire did not have your best interests at heart.
Sighing, you moved your bedroll away from its usual place beside Astarion's and arranged it next to where Karlach slept. You could feel multiple pairs of eyes watching you move about but you didn't much care at the moment.
Karlach gave you a curious and concerned look as she came over and got comfortable for the night. "Are you alright? I could hear you and Astarion going at it...and not in the fun way."
You grunted and moved your body to the side so you could scrape out a rock that had been digging into your back. "It's fine. He's just an ass." You said these words loud enough for him to hear.
Karlach shrugged and nodded as if this were common knowledge. She gave you a jolting pat on the back before getting comfortable in her own bedroll.
As the breathing patterns of your companions slowly deepened in slumber, you could not find any rest. You tossed and turned as best you could in such primitive sleeping arrangements. You missed your bed back in Baldur's Gate above the taproom of the Shadowcat Claw, the familiar bustle of voices and a mug of ale in your belly lulling you to sleep. Out in this wilderness, with the thought of your argument with Astarion tugging at your thoughts...you had to get up.
As quietly as you could, you slid out of your bedroll and got to your feet. A quick observation of your companions told you they were all in a deep sleep. All except Lae'zel who sat on the boulder still, keeping silent watch. She nodded at you curtly as you passed and didn't ask any questions, for which you were grateful.
You crept through the foliage down to the place in the forest by the river where you and Astarion had had your midnight tryst. You could still feel his moonlight hair running through your fingers, his fangs on your neck as you arched it just for him. The trust...you thought you had at least earned a little bit of his trust.
"I thought I'd find you here." His voice was velvet, it shivered straight through your defenses to your heart.
"I wanted to be alone, Astarion." You tried to keep your own voice cool and collected, but you ached to hold him in your arms again.
Astarion had followed you from the campsite into the woods. He'd been fully aware of your restlessness, of course he had. He entered your line of sight now, looking very much like a cat stalking its prey. His ruby eyes were dark and trained on your face. "Come now, you're far too obvious for all this bluster. Do you not want to feel me again?" He gave you a crooked smile, showing his teeth. "A second taste, perhaps?"
You felt the hollowness of his words and saw the carefully arranged expression he wore like a mask. Beneath the facade you could make out the telltale twitch of a facial muscle, the tenseness of his eyes, indicating anxiety.
You sighed. "I thought we were passed these games."
"Games?" Astarion's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "Games are all part of the fun, my dear. So good at getting the blood pumping."
You folded your arms. "I want an apology."
This tripped him up. For a moment the facade slipped, and he seemed genuinely taken aback. "Apologize?" Then he was back to his usual bluster. "Me? Apologize for what?"
"For having a go at me today. Bringing up Arabella's parents when you know how upset I am about it." Astarion made a noise as if to speak but you cut across him. "That was cruel, Astarion, and I deserve better from you."
"I didn't..." Astarion sighs heavily, his eyes glancing down to the ground then back at your face. "I apologize." The words seemed to pain him in some way. "I wanted to get a rise out of you, that's all. Now let's forget about that and have some fun."
You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, saying nothing, simply watching his face lit in the silver moonlight. His unconvincing grin slowly slipped off his face, a troubled frown replacing it. The two of you looked at each other for a long moment. Finally, you spoke.
"You're testing how much I care for you, aren't you?" Your voice was soft, almost inaudible over the rippling stream.
Astarion seemed momentarily taken aback, he seemed to consider taking shelter once more behind his mask of pompous indifference. But then his shoulder's slumped slightly, the fists at his sides loosened. That was all the answer you needed.
You stepped forward and placed your hands around his, tugging him closer. He did not resist, his footfalls light as ever as he drew near. Close enough to feel his breath warm your lips.
"I care about you, Astarion." Your voice was still soft amidst the rustling leaves and sparkling water. "I discourage you from using the tadpole's powers because I couldn't bear to see your will overtaken by yet another monster."
Astarion was silent for a long time, his scarlet eyes turned silver as a moonbeam fell across his pallid face. When he spoke, his voice sounded strained. "What if it's too late for me? To be anything other than a monster? My only choice is which one." He laughs forcefully, bitterness twisting his mouth.
"I won't let that happen." You encircled him tenderly in a hug, pulling him to rest flush against your body. "We're in this...together."
"Together." The word was echoed back to you, his voice framing the syllables as if it were a foreign tongue.
You turned your face into him and kissed his neck softly, feeling his body tense in your arms and then slowly relax. You kept your lips against his skin, over where Cazador had sunk his fangs all those centuries ago.
Astarion's hands slowly slid up your hips to rest against your lower back as he held you close. Your lips caressed his neck, throat and trailed up to his jaw until you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you." You murmured.
You felt him tense again, not pushing you away, but his hands tightened on your back. "I..." Astarion hesitated. "I'm not quite ready to say those words back to you, my dear."
"I know." You felt no anger, no hurt. You accepted him however he wished to come to you, grateful for this rare moment of vulnerability beneath the stars.
You pushed him back gently until his back made contact with the base of a large sycamore tree. A huff of air left his lungs, quickly claimed by your mouth as you kissed him hungrily this time. Your hands made quick work of his clothing and Astarion became eager to help the process along.
"Vixen." He murmured and you laughed against his lips, your tongues teasing each other.
"You're beautiful, Astarion." You held his face in your hands and kissed his mouth lightly, not allowing him to turn away even as the compliment made his eyes search yours for hints of disingenuity. "I want nothing from you in return." You said firmly, reading his emotional turmoil through your shared Illithid connection. "This is just for you." You kissed his mouth, his cheek, his forehead. "To keep."
Astarion's head fell back to rest against the tree trunk as you continued lavishing affection upon him. He moaned your name softly to the night sky as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, the dirt and rocks digging unheeded against your knees. His fingers twisted in your hair and guided you to where he wanted you most.
"Good, my love." You praised him, your words causing his body to shake with increasing pleasure. "Show me."
The night was long and full of bliss. A genuine exchange of pleasure, without the previous facades and plays at affection. You felt the change as surely as he did, and when the others awoke in the morning it was to find your bedroll pulled back right next to where Astarion lay curled against you.
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"You owe me five gold, Shadowheart." Gale mumbled.
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hoyowomentournament · 17 days
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Round 2: Klee vs Furina
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(Propaganda under the cut)
Klee:
THE BABIEST CHARACTER OF ALL TIME. 1. miscellaneous silly things about her: she blows a raspberry in one of her voice lines in chinese. she literally found primogems and gave them to us. her bombs are said to be impossibly above teyvat's standards they are literally other worldly. she's canonically solo'd the primo geovishap and gave us its drops.
my god. okay you think she's like a typical child character made for the sake of comedic relief and while that is certainly part of her character's role, she also serves as a foil to characters with familial issues (notably: albedo, kaeya, jean, razor, even diona honestly) because her character so heavily centers her love of her family (primarily alice) and the love alice has in turn taught her. klee is a character who's youth is so painfully important to the role she plays because to the older characters she foils, she's a representation of youth and thus (in a way) a representation of the past for these characters! them treating her so so kindly with so much love is representative of their own healing since they willingly choose to uplift her and give her a particular carefree childhood they did not have. this is especially touching when you remember that alice is not home most of the time!! she could become like them in the future!! and while its not like they're replacements for alice or vice versa-- it means something for them to constantly be there for klee! kaeya literally says that klee's "innocent, childlike nature is very powerful. it can inspire and even help heal others." she's so so so important as a foil for these characters!!!!!!
Furina:
the girl who saved fontaine. condemned herself to a life of silent pain and suffering without any warning or preparation. she could confide in no one, seek out help from no one, all while bearing the weight of her entire nation on her shoulders. not only did her willpower save everyone in fontaine, but after the prophecy was averted, she was finally allowed to live a normal life.
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strigital · 4 months
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just a small bunch of Alek because he is the babiest of girls 😔
think it's about time i explained who tf he is and why i'm always sad about him so here are a few fun facts about the boi!:
saw his parents get brutaly unalived by Arasaka aged 16 and had to delta the fuck outta there with a toddler sister in his arms
got stranded in the desert outside Night City with nothing to his name but dad's old jacket, enough eddies to buy like one burger and a hungry child to care for
came across some Nomads (the Bakkers) and for a year or two Selita Bakker took the babes under her wing (then she fucken died and he had to leave again)
was forced into a life of crime just to make sure his sis didn't starve
he'd disappear for days or weeks doing gig after gig while Jaxine stayed with Mama Welles, Padre, Dr. Vik or Mama Fabienne (a kind-hearted haitian proprietress of The Birdhouse, an orphanage set up in the ruins of a small theatre tucked away somewhere between Dogtown and GIM) more about her sometime later
because of that Jax basically raised herself and Alek forever hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him most
he called her Jacket all the time and only used her name when she done fucked up and needed an ass woopin' (she was a hooligan who'd get locked up on possession charges aged 14...)
the nickname came from the fact that after they became orphans Jax would only ever shut up and stop crying while swaddled into her dad's giant jacket; she'd even wobble around like a penguin wearing it like a giant ass cape. and so it stuck. Jacket (sometimes it was JJ when Alek was in a hurry)
back in the world of edgerunning he was known as Vulture or V for short. his selling pitch was "got a bone to pick with somebody? Vulture's your man!"
as a side job he also ran an indie rock group "The Vultures". music helped him cope with day-to-day traumatic shit he had to endure. it's through the showbiz that he met Kerry Eurodyne and developed a hopeless crush on the celeb. feelings were mutual AF but both gonks were too shy to say anything. Kerry would only find out about it some years later from his sis when she became a walking floppy disk for Johnny_Silverhand.exe
at some point he utterly peaked in the merc world. every dog at the Afterlife knew his face and everybody wanted to work with him. even Rogue at some point advertised him to her clients as "the" man to do the job
at the pinnacle of his career Alek chipped in some mean mantis blades, top of the line Kiroshis, a Militech-made Sandevistan and a gazillion more enhancements that made him a fucken beast to be reckoned with. he also trained relentlessly and folks even mistook him for an ex-military, even though everything he knew was self-taught. he never stopped improving his body and mind and because of this (or maybe inspite of this?) he started showing the first symptoms of cyberpsychosis sometime around 2070. despite that, he'd keep his illness under control up until his death in 2074
it was also around this time that he klepped a pristine Type-66 Avenger off some corpo rat. he took the beaut to the Nomads to have it juiced up and after some work the wheels came out black as midnight, equipped with CrystalDome tech, guns upon guns, meanest freaking engine and tyres that could cling to walls if need be. don't ask how many people died staring down that bumper approaching them head-on at supersonic speeds, cause the answer is too many. Jax always felt like he loved that damned car more than her sometimes... and whenever she asked to take the beastie for a spin he'd always reply "over my dead body". who knew fucker meant it literally?!
Alek lied to Jaxine her whole life in a desperate bid to protect her from literally the entire world. the story of how they became orphans, what he did as a job, where he went off to for days on end... girl grew up knowing nothing about real Alek. only years later when with the help of a mutual friend she discovers his secret pad in the Glen that she'd start to piece together who he really was
Alek was afraid of his illness taking away his memory, so he scrolled damn near everything. birthday parties, hangouts at the shooting range, hikes into the badlands... every more or less important moment with Jaxie got recorded onto a BD shard and tucked away like a precious little slice of life that he was losing alongside his self-destructing neural links. later, Jaxie would spend hours rolling them over and over again, reliving the life that Arasaka took from them
throughout his career Alek's sole purpose in life (besides keeping his lil' sis alive) was revenge on Arasaka. specifically, he wanted to end Saburo himself with his own hands. any gig that involved messing with 'Saka or allowed him to gather crucial info was an automatic green light for him
he knew his dad didn't die in the assault and suspected he was Soulkilled like many other enemies of the corp (old man did in fact manage a anti-corpo group of vigilantes for like a decade before getting ratted out by somebody). at some point while on a gig to steal some 'Saka intel he got a hold of his dad's engram's copy. not like the Relic which would delete your personality, but the old gen - one that you plug in and talk to like your average hologram. of course, Alek never told Jax that he had their dead father on a shard slotted into his head at all times... and old man Bryce didn't want to traumatize his junior kid even further, either
dad wholeheartedly supported his son's mission to topple Arasaka, which was probably a bad idea... because history tends to repeat itself and eventually 'Saka discovered Alek's true identity and connected numerous crimes against them back to him. Adam Smasher was on his way to smash Alek...
too late did Alek realize that he done fucked up. he got all the crucial info locked away in his pad, the keys from it he left in his wheels and send that mf off into the sunset with a trusted fella. he recorded a sordid confession for Jaxie with a shitton of i'm-sorry's and i-love-you's and sent her away by... lying, again. he told her some drug dealers where coming to collect their due and he wanted her out of danger while he dealt with them. but the metal man Smasher showed up and the epic fight ensued. Alek knew he had no chance but he wasn't gonna make it easy for the dickwipe that zeroed his fam. the least he could do is hurt the bitch. and so as Jaxie was speeding away on Alek's bike - explosion. both Alek and his digitized dad were gone for good. Jaxie was left to fend for herself, not knowing that 'Saka now knew that they didn't wipe all of the Bryces and were looking for the one that got away
eventually she'd learn the whole tragic ass truth. and despite Alek's last wish for Jaxine to leave 'Saka be and just live her life, she made it her life goal to avenge her family. somehow, someway. one Johnny Silverhand would later come in extremely handy in this quest of hers
even though his life was hard and short, he did try to live to the fullest. he put his heart and soul into his music, he tried his damned best to show Jaxine that he loved her, and he looked out for his friends. Rogue would describe him as "the good villain" - a guy who despite having bloodied hands that never dried, always tried to do well by others. there was a short time when he was considered the deadliest motherfucker in town the mention of whose name sent shivers down gangoons' spines. and then he, like many before him and after, died
so if ya wanna honor the legendary Vulture whose flight was cut short, come down to the Afterlife and ask Claire for a shot of The Vulture: Armagnac Massy on the rocks with a splash of Cirrus Cola and a mint garnish. expensive, you say? if you knew him, you'd know he was worth every ennie
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tetsunabouquet · 1 year
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Without Reserve or Restraint, Our Love is Absolute - Daddy Akashi x FAB!Reader
A/N: As kinda requested by @vespersposts
There was nothing Akashi valued more then his family. He was a very blessed man, in that regard. He had found himself the loveliest wife, and you had given him three beautiful children. There was nothing more he could wish for (though sometimes, he did dreamt of even more kids). Your firstborn had been a girl, much to the disappointment of his father. Not that it had mattered to Akashi, he had been overjoyed at the sight of his child, regardless of gender. Umi was perfect, with her long h/c twin tails and her big red eyes, the way her hair drifted as she walked and giggled, she was like a mini-you, yet also so very clearly his own. The 9 year old used to be his only princess, until the birth of Rine, last year. Shio was the name of his 5 year old prince and heir, who very much could have been his twin, except for the fact he had your eyes and the shape of your mouth. Rine's hair colour was a mixture of yours and Akashi's, and she had the orange golden eyes of his other personality. It was amusing, to see him in the face of his youngest daughter. So as he sat at the breakfast table, he wore his usualy serene smile as he beheld his family eating. You were feeding little Rine her baby food, as a 1 year old it was time for her to quit the breastfeeding and start eating real food. Shio's napkin was already covered with eating spots within the first few minutes of breakfast, whereas Umi at this point had mastered table etiquette and was the only one other then himself who wasn't covered in food by the end of the meal. You groaned at the babyfood in your hair, after you had finished whiping little Rine's face. Sighing, you itched to touch it. Akashi smiled as he scooped up Rine, "Hey my babiest princess, do you want to spend some time with daddy so mommy can take a shower?" He was cooing nonsense, and with an adoring smile on your face, you left your husband by himself to handle the kids. Rine stirred in Akashi's arms, and his eyes lit up as he saw her attempting to reach for his face. "Aren't you the tiniest of sweethearts?" The words would just always keep coming when it came to his family. The silliest, the corniest and most vulnerable of words that oozed straight out of his heart and passed through his mouth without his brains properly sorting them through and putting them eloquently. Because that is how much he loved them. Without reserve or restraint. "Hey dad, can I try to teach Rine again?" Shio asked, it had became a pastime of his, to educate his younger sister. His son loved being a big brother after years of teasing by Umi for being the younger one and he enjoyed teaching Rine many things, from colours to animals. It made Akashi warm to know, his son was such a sweet gentleman already. He would have no worries in that departement, at least. "Oh! Can we ride the horses then dad?" Umi pleaded, as she attempted her best puppy look. Akashi melted. "Fine, let me ask Tamamura-san to keep an eye on Shio and Rine for if they need anything first."
Umi was proudly galloping around the field behind their home with her young, noble steed Akatsuki. He was pretending to be her royal bodyguard as she was on a quest to find a magical flower that would lift the spirit of the poor queen who had been attacked by poisonous goo. In other words, a flower for you after the babyfood incident earlier at breakfast. Akashi truly felt blessed to have such sweet kids. Whilst he liked to think he contributed to some of that, they were undoubtedly shaped by your kind love. As he rode Yozora, the mare he had gotten after Yukimaru's death, he watched as his daughter stop all of a sudden. "There!" She pointed with her finger, at rosebush that was particularly vibrant of your f/c. "The magical joyleaf has been found!" She declared proudly, and he got off Yozora. He assisted Umi off of her horse and allowed her to pick the prettiest one. "That one dad!" She tugged his sleeve, pointing at one which was practically perfect in condition, not a petal out of place. With a bit of effort to avoid the thorns, he plucked the flower. "Let us bring it back to the castle, milady." "Yes we shall!" His daughter cheered excitedly, and Akashi felt like the heavens had blessed him. He was a fortunate man, but not because of his riches. The Akashi family loved one another withour reserve, or restraint. Their love was absolute.
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faarkas · 10 months
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tagged by my darlings @aartyom and @nuclearstorms to do this cheeky lil oc game. i love to rate my children.
no pressure tagging @vilkaas @rockerboys @malefiicarum @cptcassian @leefi @denerims @virmire @statichvm @jackiesarch and @reaperkiller !
enjoy the hastily cobbled together banners at midnight when i have work tomorrow. 😭
- picrew
– FAVORITE OC.
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salen trevelyan [dai] & verde jack [cp77]
ooohhhhhhh these two blond(e) freckly bitches are the baddies of all time for me. I’ve had Salen since 2017 and he’s remained my biggest comfort oc for some reason. he is literally just some layered bimbo with daddy issues and too much responsibility. 😭 AND VERDE IS JUST….woman of all time. Almost as old as Salen bc I started cobbling her together RIGHT after i saw the fake 2018 e3 demo. :^) But her aesthetic and character and just the way she is (talented artist exhausted and resigned to having to literally fight for her life…SO many different ways) appeals to me. These two and gwen are always on my mind I rly should do more with all of them tbh. they are so special to me.
– NEWEST OC.
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megan stern [re]
everybody say hiiii meg. She’s the new baby on the block and if U can believe it….she’s getting shit written about her. Imagine that. The blondies are fuming. Anyway she’s a bit of a spitfire pilot that gets the honour and dreadful task of loving chwis wedfield. She likes pickle flavoured potato chips. (among many many other strange flavours)
– OLDEST OC.
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elena lavellan [dai]
The fact that she’ll be 10 years old next year is giving me fucking heartburn. I don’t really think about her so much anymore, but she was the IT girl for a while. She still holds an esteemed position in my barbie playhouse or w/e. But she’s got the chronic pain, the wit, the beauty, the drive, the bravery to keep on trucking. tragically a c*llen romance first and then s*las second.
– MEANEST OC.
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vertex [cp77]
ms cuntress supreme. Her and gwen fought for this spot. But Vertex is MEAN, she’s bitter, she’s old, she’s warped, shes a netrunner, shes almost a cyberpsycho if not one already,,,, her and saburo get along. she’s EVIL. But she does have 1 son that she loves :( cuts her up that he’s basically cut her off completely :(
– SOFTEST OC.
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kas adaar [dai]
Kas and I who literally had a name change fight today bc his original name (Tibbalt) just wasn’t making sense. But he is one of the kindest, loveliest ocs in my collection. He bakes, he cleaves enemies with his greataxe, he has good advice, and deals with skyholds various issues. He’s a born leader and the ideal inquisitor. He’s a big advocate for peace .
– MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.
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gwenyth lavellan [dai]
NOW THIS is my most babiest girl. my babybabygirl. She went through a lot as a young girl, basically trained into a 24/7 bodyguard for her clans keeper until the enclave happened. Gwen and being inquisitor…Bad mix. She’s aggressive, argumentative, violent, and shockingly strong. With enough genuine support and socialization she starts to relax and open up a little. And her relationship with Morrigan…..i love valenzo but gwen and morrigan are….Like wow. She mellows out into the aloof prickly bestie they all need. But U still never know what she’s thinking and if she’ll backhand u or not.
– DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.
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nizana daevarran [bg3]
Shes in love with a morally dubious vampire. Loves garlic bread. She’s a rogue. Last play through she lost both her eyes. BABYGIRL IS NOT VERY SMART. BUT SHES SO PRETTY and likeable. voted most likely to say something dumb.
– SMARTEST OC.
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lorenzo vecchioni [cp77]
Even tho Lorenzo presents as the most ridiculous man alive, and acts like it, he is definitely my smartest main oc period. He is literally an engineer. LIKE AJDJFKN He’s still gotta go to school but likes. That’s an engineer right there. He’s intelligent in so many ways. Husband material ‼️‼️‼️
– OC YOU'D BE BEST FRIENDS WITH IRL.
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jade faulkner [cp77]
sweet lovely jade and i would get along i think. She’s easy going and willing to get along with almost anybody so. We’d hang out in the garage bc shes a lil grease rat. :3 Also video games. She loves a good game.
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pcstan · 11 months
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this one might be obvious bc of my user but..Kyle and Nelly? or jennylola
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Absolutely!! The first character is Freida, the Kynelly daughter. She's overconfident and a lil bit brash but it's ok cuz she's still my baby girl <3
The guy is Beauregard 'Bo' Stotch. He's SO painfully normal and chill especially compared to his parents, Michael and Marjorine. (one of my favorite very rare ships so thank u sm for asking for this)
And my most babiest little girl, Nessie. God, I love her so much. She's Liane and Chef's baby and I could talk about her all day. You might get to see some sketches of her later.
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joaquinwhorres · 1 year
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Tailspin - Part 1 (Fanboy Garcia x F!OC)
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SUMMARY ››››› Having grown up just across the bridge from North Island, Carolina Alvarez has been told her whole life to stay away from the Top Gun boys. And for the most part, she has. That is, until Fanboy catches her putting quarters in the jukebox at The Hard Deck and initiates a game of cat and mouse that ends with her exactly where she swore she’d never be.
PAIRING ››››› Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x F!OC
WORD COUNT ››››› 5,721
WARNINGS ››››› None
MASTERLIST ››››› Here
A/N ››››› These two are my babiest babies. I'm absolutely in love with this couple. Mickey is such an underrated character, and everything I've been planning for this love story just has me so excited to share more of this.
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If Caro had things her way, they wouldn't be here.
Instead, the group of girls would be in the middle of a dancefloor, surrounded by strangers as they downed enough shots to feel like they were living inside of a synth pop song.
She'd even be happy with taking over a line of stools at the shitty bar three blocks down from their apartment, drinking beer and alternating between telling stories and guessing at what was happening on the sporting event broadcasted on the TVs.
And if there was no other acceptable place in the vast array of options that the San Diego nightlife offered, they could have bought a couple bottles of wine and binged The Bachelorette from the comfort of their own home.
But they were here. And instead of a scandalously tight dress or shorts and a cute tank top or a soft set of pajamas, she wore a cotton sundress from Old Navy which had only been meant for Sunday dinners with her abuela. Then again, wearing it to the pseudo-goodbye party for her best friend for the past four years seemed like an acceptable exception. 
Sami grinned at her across the table. "I still can't believe you agreed to come here," she said.
Caro shrugged. "You have to finish your bucket list, and I wanted to spend time with you." 
"But you're here," Sami said, gesturing around the room. "You hate this place." It felt surprisingly cramped for a beach front bar where one whole wall was windows. If Caro had to guess it had something to do with the little model airplanes and mugs that hung from the ceiling and the fact that every wall that wasn't a window was covered with Navy memorabilia. The bar also might have felt more crowded than it actually was given that half the people here wore the same tan uniform. But as small as the place felt, there was a relaxed atmosphere that permeated the place, reminding her of her abuela's living room during a family party.
"I don't hate this place," Caro corrected, her tone suggesting Sami's ridiculousness. "Just everything it stands for." 
Sami laughed at this, and the other girls broke into smiles and shaking heads. 
"Drinks are good though," Caro said, toasting Sami with the Collins glass of her mojito. "And the company's not bad." 
"You can't tell me you don't enjoy the eye candy either," Amber added, lifting the tiny black straw and pointing it towards the group of Navy guys in the back whose loud cheers carried across the bar as one of them stood up from where they'd just taken a shot on the pool table. He was shaking his head, but a friend had already peeled off from the group and towards the bar.
"It's like they were plucked out of an Abercrombie ad," Amber said, her voice laced with awe. 
"That's their whole appeal," Caro remarked, watching as the red haired pilot drummed his hands against the bar top waiting to be served. 
Sami acknowledged this with a nod of her head and wry smile. "You're not wrong." 
"You're a little wrong," Kayleigh disagreed, punctuating the statement with a pause and a glance around the table to make sure she had everyone's attention. "They're fantastic in bed."
Caro rolled her eyes with a smile as Amber and Sami laughed. Kayleigh took a sip from her drink looking very self-satisfied. 
"I'm sure they're only half as good as they think they are," Caro remarked, and Kayleigh gave another shrug. 
"Still three times better than most men." 
As Kayleigh was the only one with experience, having snagged a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Texan pilot last year, Caro ceded the point with an incline of her head.
"Speaking of all this," Sami said, waving a hand in Kayleigh's direction. "You need to help me with strategy." 
This seemed like an excellent opportunity for Caro to slip away and make her way over to the corner of the bar that she'd been eyeing all night. "Got it," Caro said, pointing a finger at Sami. "I'm going to go find the perfect song to make someone come over and sweep you off your feet." 
Sami's brows furrowed in confusion before her eyes landed on the old fashioned jukebox that was currently belting out Creedence Clearwater Revival. Her face softened into a teasing grin. "I'm not going to see you for the rest of the night, am I?"
"Not if everything goes according to plan," Caro shook her head, scooching out of the booth. She smoothed down the skirt of her dress before looking up at her friends. "Any requests?"
The group shook their heads, and Caro turned away from them, weaving through the crowd towards the jukebox, its neon lights guiding her way.
There was something innately comforting about sifting through a jukebox's catalog of songs. Even when she found herself in the very place she'd been warned away from for most of her life, at least she was here with the Beatles and the Eagles and Patsy Cline. The familiar song titles greeted her like old friends' faces in a high school yearbook, and as she flipped through them and remembering people she'd forgotten about and finding other surprises like "Mambo No. 5" it was enough to put her at ease for the first time all night. 
Sami might be leaving. Adulthood might be before her. But her music was here and would be for as long as there were jukeboxes.
So, even when she sensed someone come up behind her, she didn't stop to look at them or feel tension creep up her spine at the prospect of conversation. She remembered that a jukebox naturally caused lines and that she had all night to peruse through its songs before making sure her friends were either going home with someone else or safely back in the Lyft with her. 
Caro finally located the song she had been searching for in the back of the alphabet, pressing in the number and smiling softly as the familiar strums of the guitar filled the bar along with the shaking tambourine. 
It was in this moment, as she listened to the first few lines of the song and fiddled with her next quarter, that the person behind her spoke. 
"This is a great song." 
Caro looked over her shoulder, finding a young Naval officer with a buzzcut standing a few paces behind her. Maybe, if he hadn't been so right that this was a great song—or if he hadn't left so much space between himself and her, honoring the privacy of her jukebox ritual–or if hadn't offered up the warm and earnest kind of smile he gave her—maybe, if he hadn't done all that, she would have just nodded or shot a quick smile and gotten out of there. But instead, because he seemed to get it and the compliment was simple and straightforward and not about her at all, she offered her own genuine smile back along with a "Thanks." 
"It's the Temptations right?" he asked, taking a step closer.
The smile faded from her lips as her lapse in judgment became all too clear. 
"Van Morrison, actually," she corrected, turning back around to the jukebox and slipping her second quarter in.
She flipped through the pages slightly faster this time, passing by "Dancing in the Moonlight," "Hey Mickey," and "American Girl" as she worked her way back to the beginning of the alphabet. Behind her, she could feel the officer take another step closer, and her back stiffened. Rather than continue to creep up behind her, though, he moved into her line of sight, standing next to the jukebox to watch the catalog pages turn.
"Need a recommendation?" he asked, shooting a slightly more hesitant smile than before, this one going completely ignored. 
 "From the man who thought The Temptations sang 'Brown-Eyed Girl?'" she asked, letting the question sink in as another two pages of song options went by. "I'm good." 
He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head at himself. "Maybe I can redeem myself."
"And maybe I'm not interested," Caro retorted. 
The words hung in the air between them, the sheepish smile slipping from his face, instead replaced by a slightly bewildered expression. She couldn't entirely blame him. The words had come out sharper than she'd meant them to, and all things told, this was far from the worst pick up attempt she'd ever faced. 
Her finger slipped from the next button as her shoulders relaxed from where they'd been raised in defense. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "I just–I don't date sailors, so you're wasting your time with me."
Confusion overtook his features, his eyebrows drawing together in a questioning look as his head tilted to the left. It was almost like he'd never experienced rejection, which, based on his boyish good looks, wouldn't be all that surprising.
"You do know you're at a Navy bar, right?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"And you know people come to bars for reasons other than picking someone up, right?" she returned, mirroring the head tilt.
He laughed at this, acquiescing the point with a nod. "I don't suppose it'd make a difference if I told you that I was more of a pilot than an actual sailor, would it?" 
She eyed his haircut which was unusually basic for a Top Gun boy. His demeanor also seemed to hide the trademark overinflated sense of ego especially well. Compared to Kayleigh's Texan from last year, she had to wonder if he was lying in hopes that her answer would be anything other than what it was.
"Not a good difference," she remarked, a smirk curling up the corner of her lips. "I don't even talk to Naval Aviators if I can help it."
"In that case, I'm honored," he said, grinning good naturedly, and she shook her head at him, turning back to the jukebox and her selection.
He moved a bit closer to her, the smile fading as his eyebrow rose instead. "So, no Navy boys at all no matter what? No dating or flirting or letting them buy you a drink?" 
"Nope," Caro said, letting the "p" pop. 
"What about a song?" he asked, tilting his head towards the jukebox, and Caro felt a smile grow despite herself. She tilted her head to look up at him.
"I already put my quarter in."
"Another song?" he persisted, and she shook her head.
"If it means that much to you though, I'll dedicate my next song to you." Caro said, looking back down to the song selection. It was in the beat between her offer and his response that she found the perfect selection, pressing in the selection as he voiced his doubt. 
"This isn't going to be good is it?" he asked, and Caro grinned as she backed away from the jukebox. 
"It's a great song," she responded with a shrug before spinning on her heel and making her way back to her friends, enjoying the last verse of "Brown-Eyed Girl" in peace.
Upon arriving at the table she found they were down a girl. 
"What happened to Amber?" Caro asked, sliding back in next to Sami.
Kayleigh looked over her shoulder towards the bar. "She went over there to buy some girl a drink and hasn't come back." She shrugged, turning back to face the other two girls. "Looks like it's going well." 
Caro's gaze was drawn to Sami who seemed perfectly fine with Amber ditching the group for a girl despite the fact that tonight was their last night together and supposed to be all about Sami. Before Caro could comment on it though, Sami spoke. 
"Oooh, I like this song," she said, nodding along to the lyrics. "Good choice." 
"Thanks," Caro said, pausing to listen to "Fox on the Run" instead as she contemplated whether or not to push the issue of Amber's disappearance.
...you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
I've heard it all before…
Seeing Sami bop along to the upbeat song was enough to make Caro decide to let the issue drop. Instead, she steered the conversation into learning Sami's top picks of boys for the night and what she had nicknamed each of them. From there, Kayleigh picked out a few that she thought might be underrated–Buzzcut included–and both teased Caro mercilessly for her lack of interest in choosing any of the boys whatsoever. 
It was in the middle of pestering Caro to at least choose the one she'd find the least objectionable if they were the last two people on earth, that Sami stopped mid-sentence. "Didn't we, like, just hear this song?" 
The table quieted, each girl listening to the familiar tambourine and tenor voice.
"We definitely did," Kayleigh agreed, the confusion Caro felt mirrored on the other girls' face.
"I swear to God Caro, if you're going to John Mulaney us with 'Brown-Eyed Girl,' I'm giving out your number to every Navy boy in this place," Sami threatened. 
"I only put in the two songs!" Caro protested. "It's probably just a weird coi–" she stopped mid-thought, turning in her seat to face the jukebox. No one was there. Or anywhere near it really. But as she scanned the bar, finally finding Buzzcut sitting by the pool tables, the source of the repeat was all too clear. Because he was already looking at her. He smiled and mouthed something to her. 
As if she could read lips across a crowded bar. Or at all.
Annoyed confusion overtook her face, and he responded by tapping his ear. 
A reluctant, mildly amused smile grew as she shook her head and turned back to her friends.
"Oh my God, Caro, who are you smiling at?" Sami asked, bumping shoulders with her. 
"An idiot I met at the jukebox who keeps trying to shoot a shot he missed," Caro said, taking a sip of her mojito.
"There was an idiot at the jukebox, and you're just telling us now?" Sami asked, "Which one?" She stood slightly, looking over the crowd, and Caro flicked her arm. 
"Buzzcut, with the other Navy boys," Caro answered, fixedly taking another sip.
"The one with the smile?" Kayleigh asked, fully turning around in her seat to look. Caro flicked her too, but she just waved a hand back.
"He's cute. Even with that haircut," Kayleigh mused, nodding approvingly at Caro.
Caro gave her a very unamused look as Sami grinned. The final bit of "Brown-Eyed Girl" played out as the song shifted to the Beatles. 
And then she realized which Beatles song was playing and looked over to Buzzcut who offered her a smile and tilted his head towards the jukebox. As if to acknowledge that yes, he'd played this song too. She let out a small huff which could have easily been mistaken for a laugh as she looked back at her friends. 
Each of them were still, listening to the lyrics as if trying to deduce whether or not this was another song played for Caro. It hit them at exactly the same moment. 
So how could I dance with another? When I saw her standing there?
"So he totally played this song for you too," Kayleigh said. 
"Yeah." Caro nodded, not even bothering to deny it. She looked down at her mojito, attempting to stir the ice even more as the lyrics continued to sink in.
Well, she looked at me, and I, I could see
That before too long, I'd fall in love with her
"Oh my God, this is working on you, isn't it?" Sami bumped Caro's shoulder with her own. 
"It's not working. It's just surprisingly accurate," Caro refuted with a  jerky shrug.
"So is his heart going boom right now, then?" Sami pressed, and Caro spun in her chair quickly as the girls laughed at her quick reaction only to find no one approaching. 
She glared at them, sticking up her middle finger as the other two collapsed into giggles. 
"Look, you could at least let me live vicariously through you," Sami reasoned. "And if you won't let me have that as my going away present, you could at least continue this song battle for my enjoyment."
Caro sighed dramatically as she stood from the table, and Sami cheered. "This is for you, and just for you," she said, pointing a finger at Sami. 
"And it is much appreciated," Sami grinned back. With that, Caro took a long drink from her mojito before heading back off towards the jukebox. Buzzcut seemed to notice her approach and separated himself from his own friends, going to meet her, but instead she brushed past, not even bothering to look or speak to him on her way to the jukebox. 
Laughter followed in her wake as did, apparently, Buzzcut. 
Caro ignored his presence as she flipped through the catalog, looking for the perfect response. 
"Told you I can pick a good song," Buzzcut said, and she could hear the grin in his voice. 
"I don't think copying my song choice counts as you picking a good song," Caro responded, giving a shrug as she kept her eyes focused on the songs before her. 
"Obviously that doesn't count," he agreed. "I just had to get your attention somehow." 
"And annoy everyone else in the bar?"
He shrugged. "I annoyed you the first time it played, they can be annoyed the second." 
She shook her head, fighting the smile that was attempting to make itself known. "How thoughtful," she said flatly.
"My actual song was pretty good though." 
"It was the Beatles," she dismissed, eyes narrowing in on the jukebox's David Bowie offerings. "Of course it was good."
"Yeah, but it was so good it got you to talk to me again," he pressed, and Caro shook her head as she entered the number for "Modern Love."
She stepped back from the jukebox, arms crossed. "So is this like a bet?" 
Surprise infiltrated his face. "What? No–"
"A dare? Because if your friends told you to come over here to like get my number or something, I'm not interested, but I do have a friend who might be." Caro said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.  
"There's no game or bet or anything," the boy protested, looking back over at his friends and cringing slightly as he turned back. "I just saw you across the bar and thought I'd take a chance. The only thing my friends are doing right now is watching me blow it pretty badly."
Caro's eyes darted towards the pool tables, finding a group of boys staring in their direction. One of them waved at her when he caught her gaze, and another elbowed him. Her eyes flicked back to the boy in front of her. 
"That's pretty embarrassing." 
He huffed a laugh and looked back up at her. "Extremely," he agreed. A silence took over between the two of them, as Bowie continued his song. 
Never gonna fall for Modern love, walks beside meModern love, walks on by
Buzzcut pointed to the jukebox, and Caro stepped aside, assuming his position on the side so she could watch him flip through the songs. He was mercifully quiet as he turned back towards the beginning of the alphabet. It took him a suspiciously short time to enter in the code, and as she matched it to the options available, she let out a laugh.
Take a Chance on Me - ABBA.
He looked up at her with eyebrows raised, and she shook her head. 
"It's my friend's last night in San Diego," she said, shrugging. "And she's the only reason I'm here. Once she's paired off with some Top Gun pilot and crossed it off her bucket list, I'm taking off." 
"Bucket list?" he repeated, quirking an eyebrow. 
Caro nodded. "It's a thing we did at the beginning of freshman year. We each made up a list of things we wanted to accomplish before we graduated and left for the real world, and she, for some unknown reason, decided that she wanted to take a Top Gun boy home." 
"I'm guessing you don't have that on your list," he said, an amused smile on his face. 
"That would be correct." 
"You know, I happen to know a couple of people that could help your friend out." 
"You could help my friend out," she returned.
He shook his head. "Not interested in your friend." 
"You haven't even seen her." 
"Don't need to." 
The comment hung between them and Caro rolled her eyes even as her cheeks warmed a bit. 
"Why don't you guys come over and join us," he said, gesturing with his head towards the pool tables and the group of pilots over there. "You get to hang out with your friend, and she gets to cross off her bucket list item." 
It was undeniably an offer she shouldn't refuse. It would give Sami the in she needed to be able to accomplish all of the major items on her bucket list, and she would still be able to spend time with her even as the other girl attempted to find her way into a pilot's pants. Knowing Kayleigh and the fact that it was practically a miracle no one had come up to whisk her away yet, she would also probably peel off with some pilot and have a great night. All Caro would have to do was put up with some admittedly respectful if not persistent flirting from a cute boy. 
There were worse ways to spend a Friday night. 
But as she looked over at her table and at Kayleigh and Sami laughing at each other, a protective jealousy rose up in her.
"As much as this might make me a terrible wingwoman, I kinda want to keep her to myself," Caro admitted, looking back at Buzzcut. 
His face was surprisingly understanding. "I get it," he nodded. "Goodbyes are weird." 
Caro pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, casting another glance at Sami, and wishing that she was a slightly better person. Instead she turned to the Navy boy and shrugged. "I'm sorry." 
ABBA started up on the jukebox and rather than responding he pointed to the jukebox as it sang the line: If you change your mind, I'm the first in line. 
Caro smiled. "Have a good night, and good luck, with everything…." 
"Mickey," he supplied. 
Her eyebrows rose. "Your callsign? Really?" 
He grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. "No, uh, it's my real name." 
Her jaw dropped. Actually hung open in disbelief. "No it isn't."
He nodded his head. "It is."
"Your parents named you after a cartoon mouse?" Caro asked, a laugh waving as an undercurrent in her voice.
He shrugged. "I think they just liked the sound of it." 
She shook her head in continued disbelief before looking back up at him. "Well, extra good luck with a name like Mickey," she said before turning around. 
"Do I at least get to know your name?" he called after her, and she looked over her shoulder at him. 
"Caro." 
He smiled, and despite herself, she did too before making her way, for the last time, to the booth that held both of her friends. 
"Aaaaaaaaaaand?" Sami asked as Caro once more sat down on the bench next to her. 
"That looked really flirty," Kayleigh said, putting her head in her palm. "You guys were smiling at each other a lot."
Caro shrugged. "He's nice." 
"He's nice," Sami mimicked, nudging at Caro. "And yet you're still over here with us." 
"Because he's still a Top Gun boy," Caro returned, pulling her mojito back over to her and taking a sip. 
Sami and Kayleigh gave each other a look before Sami turned back to Caro. "You knoooow," she dragged out, waiting for Caro to acknowledge her before continuing. "It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for you to have one one-night-stand. Just to celebrate graduation and the last day of your unbridled youth." 
Caro snorted at this, and even Kayleigh shook her head at Sami. 
"You know, listen to ABBA, take a chance," Sami pressed, and Caro turned back to her drink, taking a sip and ignoring her friend. Sami looked like she wanted to say more, but before she could further press the issue, her eyes flicked up as two boys approached the table.
One was the bar drummer from before, with light orange hair and a scattering of freckles across his nose. He hardly looked any older than them, and looked like he could be one of the frat boys from Fiji. Next to him was a dark skinned boy, his hair cut into a close cropped fade and his hands tucked into his pockets. 
"I don't suppose any of you know how to play pool?" The drummer asked.
Sami flashed a smile up at him. Because of course she was into the drummer. "When you say 'know,' does it mean I have to be any good?" 
He exhaled a laugh and shook his head. "We can teach you. We just need partners," he said, gesturing between himself and the other man. 
It was quite obvious that they didn't. For one thing, they could play just the two of them, and for another, the girls had witnessed them playing all night with the other people in their group. But, Sami didn't seem to mind how lame the excuse to talk to her was. Instead, she told him,  "Yeah, I'll play. Kayleigh?" 
Kayleigh eyed the quieter of the two, eyes dragging from his face down his thin muscular body to shined shoes. There was a pause before her eyes moved back to Sami. "Yeah, I'm in." 
"Great," he smiled. "You're welcome too by the way," he offered to Caro. "There's a group of us in the corner." She didn't even bother looking. She knew exactly what corner he meant and who was probably there eyeing her. It was well played, she had to admit. 
"Besides, you can watch me kick Kayleigh's ass," Sami said, motioning Caro out of the booth so that she could slip out to play pool. The guy laughed as the two girls joined them. 
Caro shook her head at her friends. "You guys have fun. I think I'm going to finish my drink and head out." 
"No," the two protested, but Caro continued to shake her head to ward off any protests. 
"I've got breakfast with my parents tomorrow," she lied. "I'd have to leave soon anyway." Sami frowned but stopped fighting, instead stepping forward to wrap Caro in a tight hug. The two girls swayed back and forth as Caro fought to keep herself from crying in front of strangers.
"I'll call you on the road tomorrow," Sami promised into Caro's hair, and Caro squeezed her even tighter. 
"You better." 
Sami pressed a kiss to Caro's cheek and then released her, offering an attempt at a smile and letting Kayleigh give Caro a goodbye hug. This one was quicker and after she released there was an awkward pause before Caro told them goodbye and the boys started back towards the pool tables, the girls heading off with them. 
Caro watched them leave, not even bothering to sit as she finished off the last of her drink and started towards the door, phone in hand to summon her Lyft. 
She had barely been outside for five minutes, her ride just picked up when the door behind her opened and a familiar voice spoke. "You weren't kidding about leaving, then." 
She didn't bother looking at him, instead eyeing the distance of her driver to the beachside bar. "Nope." 
"Need a ride?" 
This time, she did look at him, eyebrows raised. "I'm not getting in the car with a stranger who's been trying to take me home all night." 
He laughed, hands raised in front of his body as if to demonstrate he meant no harm. "Fair enough." He dropped his arms and the two stood in silence, Caro looking at the 12 minutes between Faruq's present location and hers. The silence wasn't long lasting though, as Mickey spoke again. "I have a proposal for you." 
"A proposal? Already?" Caro asked, and he laughed at her. 
"If I can guess your favorite song, will you give me your number?"
She eyed him: the hope and amusement on his face and the unassuming nature of his smile. Matched with the absurdity of his request, the proposal seemed entirely harmless. Almost ridiculously harmless. More as if it were for show for her than an actual request. 
"I'll cancel my Lyft if you can guess my favorite song."
He grinned slowly and then began nodding. "Alright. Ok." He patted down his pockets before noticing something over her shoulder. He darted away but before she could even turn to ask where he was doing, he was back, holding a cocktail napkin out to her. "Here, write it down on this so you can't change it."
Caro accepted the napkin but looked up at him. "I don't have a pen." 
He looked at her and then the napkin, eyes cutting to a group of girls huddling around the side of the building with colorful drinks in hand. "One second," he said, holding up a finger before walking backwards and then turning to go over to the group of girls. 
Caro watched as they each eyed him with interest and excitement, one letting her eyes trace up and down his body as he talked to her friend. Two of the girls dug into their bags with more enthusiasm than a request for a pen necessarily warranted, and Caro felt her lips turn up as she watched his face. 
He was completely oblivious in his eagerness.
Mickey looked over his shoulder, as if to check that she was still there, and seeing her looking at him with amusement, he smiled at her and then turned his attention back to the girls, one finally digging up an ugly yellow and purple Planet Fitness pen and passing it to him. 
Caro could tell he was thanking her before he walked quickly back over to her and passed it over. 
She shook her head, leaning against the railing to write down the song name, one hand cupping over her writing as she did so. "You realize that any of them would happily give you your number, right?" 
"No way," he said, shaking his head, and Caro paused her writing to give  a raised eyebrow up at him. "They were married." 
She leaned her head out, looking again at the group of girls, this time scanning their hands. At least three of them did have wedding bands on. Including the one who very obviously checked him out. 
"Besides," he said, pulling her attention back to him. "I don't want their numbers." 
She rolled her eyes and finished off writing the band name, passing the pen over to him to return. He did so quickly before coming back and looking at her with a mock intensity. His eyebrows narrowed, and he held his hand up to his chin. 
"Am I allowed questions?" 
Caro smiled and nodded. "Three. Yes or no only." 
"So I get three yes or no questions and one guess or I lose my chance?" he clarified, and Caro nodded.
"And you'll shake on it?" he asked. 
Caro laughed and offered her hand. "Yes, I'll shake on it." 
"Good," he said, taking her hand in his and shaking it a few times before letting it go and taking a step closer. 
"Hm." He squinted his eyes at her, back in his assessing mode.
"Is the song in English?" he asked, finally.
She nodded. Wondering if it was her own bronzed skin or cleverness that prompted the question. 
"Ok," he nodded, almost as if her answer confirmed his expectation. He waited another moment before asking his next question. "Does it make you nostalgic?"
She tilted her head at this, eyeing him herself. It was a surprisingly good question. Not only did it speak to when she'd heard it for the first time and its age  but it also covered the vibes of the song. 
"Come on, you have to answer."
She smiled, shaking her head."No. It doesn't make me nostalgic ."
"No," he repeated, eyes raised. "I'll have to think about this," he said, turning out to look at the parking lot. Her phone buzzed. Your Lyft driver is approaching. 
"Time's almost up," she said, looking up at him, and he furrowed his brow, eyes focused on hers as if trying to see into her head, reading her thoughts. 
A pair of headlights pulled into the parking lot, circling a row of cars as it started towards her. She shrugged, moving towards the black Nissan that pulled up next to the curb. 
"I still have a question," he called out, and Caro looked over at him.
Sami's words echoed in her head. Listen to ABBA. 
"How about this," she started, and he walked forward, closing the distance. "I'll come back on some random night and some random time this week and stay for a drink. If you happen to be here too, I'll give you a guess. If not, I'll go about my life, and you'll find someone else for the summer." 
A smile split his face in two as he nodded. "Yeah, I can do that. Shake on it?" 
She stuck out her hand again and he shook it. Even as he stopped moving it up and down though, he didn't let go, and despite herself and the Lyft driver patiently waiting for her to get into the car, Caro didn't pull it away. His thumb ran over the side of her hand, and she pushed the feeling of butterflies aside, keeping her face as straight as possible.
"Goodnight for good this time, Mickey," she said, attempting to slip her hand out of his. He stopped her with a slight squeeze before releasing his hold. 
"Goodnight for now, Caro," he said, allowing her to get into the car.
He stayed in front of the bar until the car pulled out onto the main road, and even then, she lost sight of him before he went inside.
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strangehotch · 1 year
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Tough outer shell 🙄
MDNI, 18+, fluffy, avengers roasting Stephen like always but the girls loves it
Every time you walked in the avengers compound Stephen is all kissy kissy and I missed you type but when you’re not around he’s the very big tough guy with no soft side he just gotta do what he gotta do so this time it caught everyone off guard. No one noticed you walked in not even Stephen so when you magically appeared out of nowhere next to Stephen the whole team was talking about the fight that happened two days ago.
“Well it wasn’t my fault I nearly got killed by a Thor’s brother,” Clint scoffed
“We’ll at least I didn’t anger him,” Thor snapped back, “Never mess with my brother”
“Boys boys what did we say about arguing,” Nat said
“Well Thor’s right for once. Why did you anger him Clint?” Stephen asked
“Well he challenged me,” he rolled his eyes
“Well seems like you always like messing with the gods,” Tony snickered
“I don’t he CHALLENGED ME,” Clint screamed like a child
“Looks like someone has developed anger issues,” Tony snickered even more enjoying playing with Clint
Sam and Bucky started to snicker too. “You three shut it,” Nat said trying so hard to keep a straight face too “But we have a bigger threat we may never know what his next motive is,” Nat added, “But Thor unless you can get through him and actually ask him to stop come back to us and he’ll have to help us”
“Well since y’all did not know the universe is breaking and the only person who can help us is Wanda not only that she has to side with us too unless she got ahold of the dark hold,” (Y/N) added.
That’s when everyone noticed your presence. “BABBYYYYY” Stephen said in the most babiest tone ever. Tony and the avengers started laughing except for Nat and Maria looking at each other with “Awwwe did you see Stephen turn into a baby”
“Stephen oh my god-“ Clint can’t hold his laugh and imitates Stephen “BABBBYYYY” and everyone continues to laugh harder. Nat just sits there taking care of all these kids she whispers, “Imbeciles”
As you and Stephen walked away but couldn’t stand the laughter you went to your rooms porch Stephen couldn’t help but to be super kissy that he started to leave marks in your neck and hit that sweet spot, “Stephen oh god” you moaned as you pushed your ass where his member was he was hard like so hard that his pants felt thight. “Stephen” you snapped your fingers to remove your clothes and his, “Fuck me” as soon as you said that he started to pull his cock onto your folds.
“Stephen-“ as soon as you said that he turned you around to the glass door squishing your breast he started to fuck you hard. He says huskily sweet, “Baby how do you like that?” He reaches for your throat
“It feels so-“ before you could finish you both let out a moan as both of you came. He went inside and you stayed there to catch your breathe he came out with a towel and cleaned you up as he pulled snapped sleepwear clothes on.
You both where walking onto the kitchen the whole group is sitting there, “Did you guys just fuck?” Clint and Bucky said bluntly at the same time. Everyone was shocked by this “N-no” you stuttered
“It’s no problem if you two fuck it’s just that when both of you are out long and comeback both of y’all have different clothes.” Bucky says
“You two idiots stop it’s what they do. They deserve to have sex like we all do,” Nat says “And both of you shouldn’t be talking because y’all are the first ones to masturbate when bored”
Everyone was stunned but you smirked now Nat defended both of you. You mouthed, “Thank you I owe you”
She mouths back with a wink, “No need”
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jihyocentric · 1 year
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hi lumi so this is just an ask but i wanted to hear ur thoughts on jichaeng?? i hardly see them together but theyre actually my top 2 biases in twice and i just love when i get fed crumbs lskdfjslkd
but yeah!! sfw, nsfw, whatever u want, just curious abt what u think!!
-🐶
pup anon now that you're talking about it, i don't get any chaeyoung, dahyun or tzuyu (except for jitzu) asks/requests at all.. this is just sad 😭 i think there's not many smc stans that follow me, this must be why!
okay now it's jichaeng time! when i think about jichaeng the first thing that comes to my mind is this video. i just had to share it bc i love the way jihyo looks at chaeyoung... tender and apologetic. her eyes are so pretty too!
sfw wise what i like the most about them is that chaeyoung loves to compliment people. she's loving and warm and i think jihyo appreciates it, like when chaeyoung talked about how pretty jihyo's shoulders are or when she touches jihyo randomly and gives her a compliment!
i think that other than nayeon, sana and jeongyeon (surprisingly), chaeyoung might be the one that compliments jihyo the most. i don't even need to say anything about how much jihyo needs them, right?! and chaeyoung is such a softie... she has such thoughtful things to say about jihyo 🥺
but also the rich milf x younger girl who's a broke ass college student or even a dropout is what i usually see for them, i'm sorry 😭 they're really different and these kinds of tropes is what i relate them to the most
but it's not like the sugarmommy!hyo (jitzu au) dynamic because in my mind jihyo wanted tzuyu first and then they got together. i think chaeyoung would have a hard time trying to pull jihyo. i just love the idea of little gay girl chaeyoung chasing around milfs (like nayeon, sana, mina... but it's jichaeng time so let's talk about jichaeng!!)
i like to think about jihyo accepting to get laid with chaeyoung sometimes to blow off some steam but at the same time not really treating chaeyoung like an actual potential partner. kind of angsty, but i think it would really go this way, until jihyo realizes she might have feelings towards chaeyoung... but that would take a while. and it could cost a broken heart if she takes too long.
as idols, i feel like it would go the same way, except for the angsty part! nsfw wise, chaeyoung is a service top for jihyo. there's no other way i can picture it really... i'm so convinced chaeyoung would love to serve her. it's kind of the same way i see jihyo being a service top for nayeon.
i totally see chaeyoung sleeping around in jihyo's dorm sometimes just because she wants to touch her or if she needs some cuddles. they're not the pda type of couple, so when they do have time for themselves i bet chaeyoung loves spending them between jihyo's thighs or just spooning her really (and ofc jihyo is the big spoon. chaeyoung is her baby, no matter how many times she came on her fingers!)
i bet chaeyoung would spend hours talking about the things she likes or new things she learned and jihyo would listen attentively because she loves it when chaeyoung gets excited about something. that's the best part about them being different. they can talk about a lot of different stuff because they don't share the same taste in most things! it's good to hear chaeyoung talking because her voice is sweet and jihyo can sleep easily when she hears it, especially when she has insomnia :(
overall any ships involving chaeyoung to me are soft because she IS soft! i love the fact that her love language is giving presents, praising the ones she loves and touching them. she's the babiest in twice and no one can change my mind on that 🥹
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Last one and then I'm done! :) And take your time answering this too, no rush. What are your thoughts on the relationships that Orys had with his half sisters? They obviously trusted him deeply, and if I remember correctly, he fought side by side with Rhaenys. Do you think he mourned with them for Rhaenys? Any headcanons on how their lives were thru the years? If Aerion had claimed Orys, would he have been married to Rhaenys?
Never apologize, I'm an opinionated person and as you can no doubt tell I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this crop of people that I'm never going to be able to shut up about.
This is mostly just pure headcanons and vibes because if there is one thing that's chronicled even less than Aegon's personal feelings on his relationships, it's Orys's. But I actually think they had a good relationship, if a bit stilted. Visenya and Orys were probably the most distant, just because she seems like someone who wasn't really reaching out to people that much and, depending on how much Visenya chafed against gender roles, she might have been jealous of the way that her two younger brothers were allowed to be companions and learn things that she wanted to learn and wasn't allowed to. Rhaenys seems like she was genuinely personable so I can imagine that she was probably at least friendly with Orys, but at least in childhood it seems like he gravitated closer to Aegon and it only branched out to the rest of the family once they were in their adulthood. And in that I think Rhaenys and Orys are the ones who bonded the most, though not to the extreme that Aegon and Orys were close, and I like to imagine they played that sort of Little Pair to Aegon and Visenya's Big Pair, constantly willing to be the younger siblings dynamic and having each other's backs no matter what, especially during war. They spent significant time together sieging the Stormlands, in my mind they spent late nights together just hanging out and each thinking that they're not going to let anything happen to the other person. I also like the fact that Orys and Rhaenys fought together, just because I like to think it was Aegon and Visenya looking at the two of them and going "we need to protect the babies" and deciding that they'd be safer together rather than splitting up.
I do think once the Conquest was over and we got the Dragon's Peace, pre-First Dornish War, things really settled for them. While the Conquerors' dynamic has a lot of different people in love with and lusting after different people (well, mostly Aegon and Visenya loving Rhaenys for the number one girl that she is), adding Orys to the mix is probably when we would get a lot of sibling vibes. Aegon and Orys, of course, were always going to be close, and in my mind Rhaenys and Orys's battle experience together made them genuine friends even beyond the brother-sister thing, and as the oldest Visenya was certainly going to be giving her babiest brother a lot of advice about how to do his job, and only smile indulgently when he complained about being smothered. In my head, Orys was absolutely stoked when Aenys was born, not just for Aegon but also for Rhaenys, and made a lot of boisterous, Baratheone patented type of promises about being the world's best uncle. I also like to think that, while Aegon might not have said anything publicly, Orys was one of the people who pushed back the strongest against rumors that Rhaenys was unfaithful as well as any questions on Aenys's parentage, in that sort of "those are my older siblings you're gonna shut your mouth about them" kind of way. And while Aegon was probably the one most determined to get Orys back after his capture in Dorne, he had two co-administrators who would have made it known if they didn't approve of the ransom he paid, so Rhaenys and Visenya were probably just as on board with trying to rescue their brother as he was. I think he and Visenya got the closest during the First Dornish War though. When Deria's delegation came to King's Landing, they were two of the voices urging for violence done against her and her group, especially when Visenya felt that the delivery of Meraxes's skull was an insult. I think they bonded over their grievances with the Dornish, Orys with his hand and Visenya with the attempts on her brother's life and the murder of her sister, and I think they definitely both didn't like that Aegon ended up agreeing to peace (especially since he seemingly did it without consulting anyone, making Orys and Visenya feel out of the loop on something that affected them too) and bonded over how frustrated they were. I don't think it lasted, again because it seems like everyone in this family reacted super badly to that fucking war and Visenya became the most solitary in the aftermath, even as Aegon and Orys might have tried to stay close. While Aegon was trying to keep it together for the sake of the realm, and more importantly his son, Orys and Visenya found a kindred spirit in bitterness and anger, and they let that bond them the same way that Aegon and Visenya let their grief bond them.
I absolutely think he also mourned Rhaenys, even when he was in his crabby era. After all, he fought with her, he knew how formidable she was, so it must have felt impossible to imagine that she was gone. And more than that, he grew up with her, he was the youngest and he'd never known a world without her light in it, and suddenly it was just out? In my view of things, Rhaenys was the glue that held the family together, she was the one none of them could help but love, something about her just felt like the center of the universe for everyone and they all adored her in their own ways, and then one day she was just gone. Orys was just as upset as Aegon and Visenya, probably even more because of the impotence of his grief. Aegon and Visenya were losing their shit, yeah, but they were able to hop onto their dragons and set the entirety of Dorne on fire for two years in order to express it. Orys had one hand and no dragon, nothing to do to get revenge on the people who'd killed Rhaenys or to even express his anger in the way he would have wanted, so his grief, to me, was compounded by this helpless rage that no one around him could understand. This probably only made the issues I talked about in this response worse when it came to any distance between Aegon and Orys, because Orys was feeling something he felt Aegon couldn't understand, unlike the way Aegon and Visenya bonded in their mourning, and thus wasn't able to offer any of the comfort that Aegon likely needed after, you know, his wife and baby sister was full murked and his son had a mental breakdown that left him worried that his toddler was going to die too. I also think that Orys didn't entirely know what to do, because this is his older brother, and what do you do when someone you've looked to as the elder who knows what they're doing is suffering and needs someone to comfort them? It's different than being his Hand, because he didn't ever actually need to protect Aegon physically, seeing as Aegon has a dragon and was a capable fighter in his own right. Maybe Orys also kept his distance even after the immediate feelings subsided because he just wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, especially when you factor in Westerosi gender roles and how men are expected to behave.
I think that there might have at least been a betrothal, depending on how much of non-issue bastardy was to the Valyrians. It seems like it was less of an issue, considering Aegon doesn't seem to have thought it insulting to offer Orys's hand to a princess, so it's possible, if Aerion had claimed Orys as a Targaryen by blood, he might have tied him and Rhaenys together just to keep the bloodline strong. But it also depends, I think, on whether Aegon would allow it. We don't know a whole lot about what led to Aegon and Rhaenys getting married beyond the fact that Aegon wanted to be married to her and was willing to throw out a lot of rules to make it happen. Aerion is likely the one who pushed the Aegon and Visenya marriage, and in my own personal headcanon is that Aegon agreed, got married to Visenya, and then waited however long he needed to, either until Aerion was dead or at least until Aegon was strong enough and Aerion old enough that he was passing "head of the family" duties to his son, and then made arrangements to be wedded to Rhaenys and add her into his marriage. It's all heavy conjecture because again, all we know is that Aegon knew he needed to marry Visenya to ensure his own succession, since she was his elder, and that he also included Rhaenys because he loved her. So while there would have been plans and a pre-contract and whatnot (assuming that there were betrothals even involved in this kind of inter-familial marriage), those would probably have been scrapped as soon as it was possible. And I don't think Orys would have minded; if Aegon confided in anyone about things like his feelings or who he'd fall in love with, it'd be Orys, and he would have been aware of what Aegon and even Rhaenys wanted long enough to know that Aegon would be willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.
Anyway this is The Dynamic.
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mickeytheticklee · 1 year
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XG as lees/lers (can be inaccurate but I love them! Best girls!)
Jurin: Cute and shy ler
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Like she's so cool and attractive on stage then BOOM flustered ler
Her weakness is hearing cute giggles
Which is sort of why she loves to tickle Harvey or Juria
Giggles from them make her instantly smile and be down bad like girl GET A GRIP
She's such a softie and now after discovering what tummy nuzzles are she now wants to do it to you
Tummy nuzzles, tummy kisses, then tiny raspberries that sent you into orbit
She's rarely evil, I somehow think she's a ler leaning switch if possible because she can't say the tword
Gives out birthday tickles (and it be the best thing ever)
May be shy but is never ashamed to admit how much she loves the member's tummies, she's makes everyone feel confident in their tummy
So support jurin possibly being a soft ler
Chisa: Tickle monster ler
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Definitely loves being a ler and has such an imagination with it
Which is fun but evil when you're hiding under your bed for dear life
Then being dragged by your feet and being tickled
She absolutely loves it when you hold your laughter and she hits that specific spot that gets you bursting, her fav concept
“Come on, let me hear that voice. I know you wanna let all those giggles out."
I'm sorry but if Chisa is tickling your feet she will find every way to tickle it even if you kick
You barely tease her bc if you do she's going to chase you all around the house
Loves either tickling your feet or sneaking a few pokes on your side
The last person you wanna call for help if someone else is tickling you (especially Hinata)
Best girl Chisa (fun fact no matter how loud your laugh is she'll love it no matter what)
Hinata: Lee....leaning switch possibly
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It's difficult to tell because her and Cocana wouldn't be big into tickling
But all the girls wanna tickle her
That smile is infectious like they need to see her smile everyday
Is the most ticklish out of xg, so they don't try too hard to hurt her. They just to simple pokes and little tickles at her neck
Won't admit it but is secretly thinking about being tickled tortured by all the xg members (it'll happen one day)
As for the small ler side of her, it only happens with you
Whether she's tickling your sides in an interview or pinning you down and tickling your armpits
The thought of tickling you makes her energetic
Also loves that she's strong enough to pin you down and give you raspberries like she loves that you can't escape in her embrace
Is close to being a ler like Chisa, all that's missing is for her and Chisa to team up (which will never happen luckily)
Harvey: Lee, the babiest lee #1
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THIS GIRL AIN'T NO DAMN LER I'M SO SORRY
Like she's so baby and her smile aww 🥺🥺
You wonder how she has a smile that cute but it's because of her teammates aka the six lers
It's mostly Hinata or Jurin tickling her bc of her preference of liking soft tickles
The members tickle her all the time and all those times she doesn't stop them
Especially if she likes to go on her member's lap as her way of asking for tickles
Whenever she does get tickled all the members just say she's cute and she starts to blush like crazy
Can never put herself into saying the tword, she malfunctions whenever someone asks if she can tickle her
But it tells whenever she pats her stomach for more raspberries
Again you would be surprised by how charismatic she is on stage only to find out she's a cutie patootie lee
Juria: Babiest lee #2
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She gives off big lee energy (I love her she's my bias)
Unlike Harvey she's more willing to say the tword
She craves tickles and will annoy and tickle any member to get tickles
Is more into much rougher tickles which is why she tries to attack Chisa (and Chisa isn't ticklish)
Also that smile whenever she gets raspberry or ankle tickles it's so mf adorable
It's crucial to tickle her bc she is the mood maker and battery charger of xg
If she isn't bouncing off the walls then it's required she gets tummy and thigh tickles for two minutes
She loves it so much she pretends to be sad sometimes
Which backfires when she gets caught, and her punishment is more tickles
A sneaky little lee Juria
Maya: Fun ler
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The only girl who can save you if you're being trapped by Cocona or Chisa
Overall she's not an evil girl like Jurin but her tickle skills....now...
She will tickle you until you're tired and sleeping next to her
Which is kind of wants she wants because she loves snuggling with you and her members
She knows how to tickle every spot but always goes wild and digs her fingers and thumbs into it
It's fun until you're hollering at how she's tickling your hips
But she's fun because of her energy and how you can tell she enjoys knocking you down with tickles
That cute ass smile after she tickles your belly button <3
Loves to play hide and seek with you
Random fact but I'm sure she'll love giving reward tickles since you never clean your room
Cocona: Random secret weapon ler
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At first she wasn't into tickling because she prefers to have her time alone
But ever since that time where you two cuddled and you were blushing at her hands being on your stomach she saw that it wasn't too bad
Lil jealous
Like how Jurin was giving you raspberries so Cocona trapped you into a room and gave you tummy noms and raspberries
She is a softie but annoy her the wrong way and she will bite back
Like she'll bite your ribs which you would never imagine would tickle so damn much
Won't hesitate to call Maya to join in on the tickling action
Isn't entirely evil, she just wants to cuddle you and have your tummy on her lap
Or just wants you on her lap to give you endless tummy squeezes when she's bored
It is true that tickling made y'all closer because now she rather be tickling you than being alone
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wlwomegaverse · 1 year
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the pup's room
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I'll post the fills for this here and on my whump side-blog (spicywhumper), but mostly here
whump (comfort) bingo: blanket nest/fort
rating: general audiences | word count: ~780
summary: Diana might be a beta, not a parent, but sometimes her aloha girlfriend is like a pup so she's gonna give her what pups need
As a beta raised by betas, Diana is terrible at building nests. Actually, she never even considered building a nest. She was taught that it's mostly an omega thing to do, sometimes alphas also do it. But they consider that their body is enough to be the protective warmth that a nest is supposed to offer, with most alphas being all tall and walking space heaters.
Really, Diana look at her own alpha and can see why her mate wouldn't feel the need of having blankets and pillows to aid. She's warm and safe enough to curl around their future pups.
However, Paola looks like a pup in need for nesting every other week. She curls up in their bed, hugging Diana's pillow and her loved Teddy bear, and buried under two weighted blankets.
So Diana tries her best. She grabs every pillow and cushion and blanket she bought for it. She uses every possible Pinterest and Instagram photo under the "nesting-inspo" tag to make it a usable nest. She even spends time scenting the top layer, her baby girl has sensitive senses, she can smell Diana's tamed scent in a room of untamed alphas and omegas.
Maybe the idea of her 6'4 built like an American Football player mate in a nest sounds ridiculous.
But she knows her babe.
She builds the nest just as the cherry on top of the special room she has been building for when Paiole needs to be small.
The week has been rough, Paola has hidden under blankets for two days after getting home. She has been particularly clingy. Diana knows that when it gets like that, it takes at least a week for her to climb back to her regular behavior. Diana wonders if nesting will help.
The alpha late, her shift ended a couple of hours ago. When she enters their place, she looks so small that it almost breaks Diana's heart.
When they met, Paola tried to hide her drinking and smoking issues. Failed and got Diana to help with the addiction. So in bad days, instead of driving herself to a stupor, she walks around. She uses her I'll throw you though a brick wall face expression and posture to not be bothered. One that crumbles as soon as she unlocks the door.
Diana immediately greets her. Paola always hunches and breaths harder so Diana can smell her breath, let her know Paola didn't drink or smoke. Diana knows she didn't, but appreciates the smell of fainted toothpaste and sickly sweet caramel of those soft candies Paola is addicted to.
Paola takes her to the bathroom after taking off the jacket and boots. After these years, she got good at helping to strip her alpha, gently shower her, help her into her favorite comfort PJs. Paola blushes when Diana hands her the worn Teddy bear, like she always does because somehow Paola still doesn't get that she shouldn't be ashamed of needing this.
That Diana won't ever judge her for needing to be a pup being taken care of by a responsible adult when she had bad days.
Diana still loves her. Still romantically loves her. Still likes kissing and having sex and when ready, will carry their pups.
Paola frowns, looks a little upset when Diana guides her to the guestroom. Then Diana opens the door. The look if pure joy on her baby girl's eyes makes worth all the effort and money she has out on this. All the work on turning it into a pup room is worth it.
As she has told Paola multiple times, adults needing to be pups for a few hours every now and then was normal. Maybe unfortunately, since most of them needed because they couldn't be pups when they were children.
Paola never gave her detail, but she can't imagine an alpha that has always been tall and broad for her age was treated as a proper cub in the foster system.
So Diana painted the walls the babiest blue and the softest yellow. Filled a small cabinet with children's books. Filled two chest with toys and plushies. Got the floor covered with a comfortable rug. The hardest was the armchair, large enough that they could cuddle in it. The most expensive item was the bed. Circular and custom-made for adults' nest.
"I told you I'm here to help you. Make you happy. And help you with heal."
Paola nods and walks to the nest, looking like a child unsure if the gift is for her. Diana nods when she looks at her, gestures her to hop on. She does, immediately sinking into the cloud of comfort that Diana made for her.
Anything for her baby girl.
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isas-oc-asylum · 1 year
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Z, X, Y, F, and E for the alphabet soup ask
I immediately forgot I reblogged that.
Z - Zandis Elroy-Osoro-Alvarez
My little autistic Latino vampire blorbo, so full of trauma and gay rage. I think he's by far my fruitiest character, being bigender and polygamous pansexual. Lil angry fruit bat. Pun intended. Also he's in a mafia, like what the fuck is up with him he's the entire Target luggage section.
X - Despite having over 400 OCs, I surprisingly don't have one with an X name yet.
Y - Yami Visata
I debated picking another Y name out of spite because he's low-hanging fruit but how can I not talk out of context to anyone not in my Arboresia discord server about the leader of an interdimensional "cult" full of sociopaths and serial killers who do less killing and more fucking around. He looks like a drag queen and a mad hatter had a baby. He's irrationally afraid of peanuts. He's killed thousands across the multiverse. He gets confused for a girl by his own besties. He has an eye fetish. He needs to calm down.
F - "Flame" Paimon DeLuna
Again I stubbornly wanted to pick a different F name but how can I NOT gush about Cyber's babiest brother who's Satan and poly pan and married to his childhood bestie and big tiddy goth high school bestie. Also they have like 11 kids. Its his husband's fault not his. Who let such an infuriatingly sexy nerd flip his dad's regime in Hell ass over skull and still spend most of his time being a lovable big brother friend.
E - Evee Raposa
Evee (and Flame) were originally OCs of an ex-friend which I yoinked because they were crucial to the development of my OCs. She's the adopted daughter of Wilfre, who found her in an abandoned hotel trapped under a bed with her mouth sewn shut. Long story short, a Fucked Up Guy did Fucked Up Stuff and then left her there for dead. All of it left her growth stunted so she looks like she's like 10 when in reality she's somewhere in her 20s (oh god I've had her so long wtf). She's a small chaotic little shit doing much better now. Wilfre is Arboresia's best dad tbh.
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hollowboobtheory · 1 year
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MORE DJWEN BABY HEADCANONS PLEASE, i am shaking to my core i love them
k so on the one hand djwen baby wearing one of those little bat onesies like this feels pretty intuitive right? cute animal + goth.
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problem is idk i don't really see gwen as being much of a bat liker? idk it just feels kind of expected
additionally
one of those "my big sibling is a [dog breed]" tshirts but it says "my big sister is a five-lined skink"
DJ quits caffeine and drinking while Gwen's pregnant #solidarity
out of all the kids the kb5+gwen have he is the single most planned. the only planned one actually.
Gwen is either a youtuber or a horror author but either way, works from home. so she's technically the stay-at-home housewife and all the other girls rib her endlessly for that but esp courtney
cosleeping 🥺
due to the aforementioned being planned, he happens to be the youngest out of the kb6's kids and he is just the babiest baby of the family. they'd all die for him.
oh and you've seen the moodboard correct? this is the moodboard everyone look at the moodboard
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vex91 · 7 months
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Okay guys I need honest opinions so I would love to get some help here because I'm the most indecisive person on earth.
Should I write for all 21 R U Next? girls (Minus Ena because well she's the babiest baby born on 2011 so no) or just write for some of them (and which ones you guys want, of course Chanelle is my pookie bear so she is the one on the list already). I will wait for your input because without it it'll be hard because like I said, I am indecisive as hell🤭
Love you❤
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