#rip my faves i keep losing them all

[astreetcarnamedkendall]

xxiii: orestes fasting and pylades drunk... what the fuck

one of my new favorite scenes/chapters of the book but at what cost? the final moment between enjolras and grantaire was so good - such a great buildup and conclusion for both their characters individually and their dynamic.

also the chapter title comparing them to orestes and pylades again? okay mr. hugo i see what you're trying to do...

#i was so sad yet so enthralled by this chapter #rip my faves i keep losing them all #also i didn't realize how intentional/explicit the homoeroticism was going to get? at the very least on granitaire's end? #like sorry to everyone i brushed off before i started bc woah.. #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #les mis #les miserables #currently reading

[gingiesworld]

Blurred Lines

Requested

CEO Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Strap On (Wanda Receiving) Fingering (Wanda Receiving)

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic

AN: In memory of our fave Friends actor, Matthew Perry. The guy who brought us all to laughter with the best character ever. RIP Matthew Perry you awesome legend.

Word Count: 2.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

Maximoff Industries, run by the most respected woman in all of New York, of course her recent divorce was publicized and her children were also thrown into the limelight, which made having a private life extremely difficult for her and her family. But one thing she never expected to happen was meeting her secretary's room mate and best friend.

"Who is this?" Wanda asked as she spotted the taller woman standing beside Natasha.

"This is Y/N, my bestie." Nat smiled as she introduced the two.

"It's nice to meet you." Y/N held her hand out for the brunette to shake. "You also look better as a brunette, the red didn't suit you."

"Thank you." Wanda smiled as she shook her hand. "It was my ex who preferred the red."

"Well, he is clearly stupid." Y/N smiled as Nat watched the two. "I have to go back to work." She told them both with a smile, Wanda watched as Y/N disappeared down the hall, biting her lip before she turned to Nat.

"Does she work here?" Wanda asked her as Nat shook her head.

"She had an interview with Peggy in Finances for the assistant supervisor." Nat informed her.

"Can you ask Peggy to see me in my office please." Wanda told her. "Immediately." She entered her office, only waiting a moment before there was a knock on her door.

"You wanted to see me ma'am?" Peggy spoke as she opened the door.

"The interviews from today, who is the highest contender?" Wanda asked as she looked over the schedule she had received.

"There are two who would be extremely beneficial to the company." She started. "Pepper Potts, she is fresh from being Tony Stark's assistant." Wanda shook her head no. "And there is Y/N Y/L/N, she worked closely with Norman Osborn at Oscorp."

"Y/L/N is the obvious option." Wanda stated. "Hire her." She told her as she didn't want to hire her ex brother-in-law's assistant. So the following Monday, Y/N had carpooled with Nat to work, and the two made their way up to Wanda's office. Y/N sat waiting for Ms Maximoff to arrive as Nat started to get to work, sorting through Wanda's schedule for the day.

"Y/N, follow me." Wanda told her as she walked past the two. Y/N was fast on her heels, closing the office door behind her. "I will need you to fill out these forms for me, give Nat your I.D. so she can make photocopies for our company files." Y/N nodded as Wanda spoke. "Also, you and I will be working closely together as you will soon be taking over for Miss Carter, she is retiring soon and I need a fully qualified CFO."

"Yes ma'am." Y/N nodded as she took the forms from her hands.

"I will need the forms back at the end of the day." She told her. "And please call me Wanda."

"Of course Wanda." Y/N smiled as she gazed at Wanda intensely before leaving. Wanda couldn't understand the way she made her feel. She had never really looked at another woman like this before, she didn't even know it was possible since she was forced to marry her Ex by her parents or they would have disowned her. Of course with their passing, she had built up the courage to get out of her marriage as she ran the family business.

As the days turned to weeks, Wanda found herself working late on some days, Y/N was always the one who stayed with her, working on strategy plans to keep some of the company deals that they were at risk of losing.

"Do you want a drink?" Wanda asked Y/N who only hummed a quiet yes, going over the information she had before her eyes.

"I think we need to let go of some employees." Y/N told her. "Cut back by one or two in each department. We can split the work between the remaining employees accordingly."

"I don't want to talk about that right now." Wanda groaned as she took a seat beside Y/N, handing her a glass of bourbon.

"I didn't know you were a hard spirit kind of woman." Y/N teased her, watching as Wanda leaned on the back of the sofa. Observing Y/N's movements as she came up with a viable strategy for the company's future.

"How are you single?" Wanda questioned as she watched Y/N intently, the pen between her teeth as she turned to meet Wanda's gaze.

"I guess I never really found the one." Y/N shrugged. "My ex hated my dedication to my previous job, so she left me. Well, I caught her with my old friend."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." Wanda spoke softly as Y/N shrugged.

"It's ok." She smiled as she sipped her drink. "Love isn't for everyone."

"I think it is." Wanda spoke as she placed her glass down. "There is someone out there for each of us, it's just that we don't usually see what's right in front of us."

"And what do you see?" Y/N asked as Wanda inhaled deeply.

"You." She spoke as Y/N's eyes darkened as she gazed at Wanda's flushed chest, rising and falling rapidly. "A woman with strong arms and anyone would be lucky to have you. To just be in your embrace for the rest of their life."

"Is that what you want?" Y/N asked as she leaned in slightly.

"I don't know what I want." Wanda whispered, her underwear becoming damp with her arousal. "But I know what I need." With that she closed the gap, taking Y/N's lips on her own, her hands resting on Y/N's shoulders as she moved to straddle Y/N's lap. Her hands instantly held Wanda's waist before her hands ventured up her spine, holding her close as the kiss deepened. Neither of them were drunk enough for this to be known as a drunken mistake, all they both knew was they needed each other.

Y/N lay Wanda down on the sofa, unbuttoning her blouse as she kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing together as Y/N took all control. Wanda became a panting mess as Y/N's hand ventured under her skirt, pushing her underwear aside as her fingers ran through her folds, collecting the arousal before she made tentative movements on her clit.

"Fuck." Wanda gasped as Y/N moved her kisses down, taking a nipple in her mouth as Wanda arched her back, needing more than she was getting at this moment. "More. Please." She whined. "I need more."

Y/N complied as she plunged two fingers deep inside her, watching how Wanda's face changed due to the pleasure she was receiving. Y/N's name falling from her lips as she came undone, a panting mess as she soon calmed down.

"You taste so fine." Y/N smiled as she pulled her fingers from her mouth before kissing Wanda hard.

The next day, the two needed to set boundaries, so that was what they had done in the privacy of Wanda's office.

"We can't be anything more." Wanda told her as she sat in her chair. "I've just gotten through a messy divorce and I have two boys."

"I can be mature and just have fun Wanda." Y/N smirked as Wanda chuckled. "Besides, I am not going to blur the lines, I can keep my emotions in check."

Well, the two of them thought that was the case as what started out as quickies in the office turned into Wanda staying over at Y/N's and sneaking out before Nat woke up.

"We can't keep doing this." Wanda whispered as Y/N locked the office door before approaching her. A solemn look on her face at the realisation of the feelings the two share.

"Wanda." She started as she took Wanda's hands on her own. "We can do this." She held them close to her chest as Wanda closed her eyes, allowing Y/N to pull her closer. "I don't care that you have children or an ex husband. I know I will always be third."

"Second." Wanda corrected her. "It will be my children and then you."

"I thought the company." Y/N started as Wanda shook her head. A small smile on her lips.

"You will always come before the company." Wanda caressed her cheek as Y/N smiled, leaning down and claiming her lips with her own. Her hands soon wrapped around Wanda's waist, pulling her impossibly closer, causing a moan to escape Wanda as she felt the toy concealed within the confines of Y/N's dress pants. "Fuck, are you packing?" She questioned with a raised brow as Y/N just smirked, her hands trailing along Wanda's waist, pulling her blouse out of her skirt. Wanda's hands started to undo Y/N's blouse as they sloppily kissed roughly. Y/N had Wanda on her knees in no time, groaning at the sight of her red painted lips around the silicone toy.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me." Y/N groaned as she gripped Wanda's hair, thrusting her hips into Wanda's face. "The great Wanda Maximoff on her knees, my little cock slut." Wanda moaned at her words, her cheeks flushed and her arousal dripping down her thighs. She whimpered as Y/N pulled her hair, pulling her away from the strap, the saliva leaving a string behind as Y/N brought her to her feet. "Face the window." Y/N ordered as Wanda was quick to do as she told. Spreading her legs as she looked over the busy city below, people rushed to and from lunch breaks as she stood bare against the cool glass. Her nipplea hardened against the glass as she moaned as Y/N slapped her ass before massaging it. "Such a good girl." Y/N bit her ear as she teased her with the strap. "Give everyone a good show, I want everyone to see how good I make you feel." Wanda moaned as the toy slipped past her entrance, Y/N's hands on her hips helping her remain steady as her hands were flat against the glass.

"Oh." Wanda moaned as Y/N snapped her hips, the toy moving out and leaving just the tip inside before thrusting harshly once more.

"Keep your eyes open." Y/N told her as she groaned, fastening her pace as she fucked her. The sound of Wanda's moans and the squelching of her arousal was music to her ears, her now favorite song. "Fuck. You take me so well Wanda." She went harder with each thrust, her fingertips bruising the skin on Wanda's hips. Neither caring for the people in the neighbouring skyscraper having a show. "You have no idea what you do to me." She groaned as she pressed her body up against Wanda's. The heat building between the two as Wanda's orgasm neared.

"I need to cum." Wanda whispered as Y/N grunted at her small tone. "Please let me cum." She pleaded as Y/N's head moved into her neck, licking and biting the skin.

"Let go for me." She whispered as she pressed tender kisses to Wanda's skin. A loud moan left her lips as she came, just in time for her machine to pick up a call.

"Miss Maximoff, the twins school had called, they need to see you asap."

"Fuck." Wanda whimpered as Y/N pulled out, Wanda was quick to gather her clothes, throwing Y/N a blouse, not bothering to see who's it was. "I have to go." Wanda said as she fixed her hair. "But I need you to stay here." She reached inside her desk drawer, a set of handcuffs as she pushed Y/N to sit on her chair, putting the handcuffs on her wrist as she handcuffed her to the chair.

"What?" Y/N tried. "Wanda, what if someone walks in and sees me? I am practically nude with a strap!! And I am wearing your blouse because it is abnormally tight!!"

"Please Y/N." She pleaded as she fixed herself. "Here, I'll be back as soon as I can." She places Y/N's jacket on her lap before placing the keys on the shelf above the bourbon. Y/N groaned as she walked out, leaving Y/N alone and handcuffed to the chair.

"Fuck." Y/N mumbled as she tried to wriggle free, hoping to break the plastic arm rest. Soon giving up and counting the ceiling tiles above. As an uncertain amount of time past, Y/N was left feeling uncomfortable. Soon the phone rang and it was Wanda's voice.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, Billy had a fall and I am currently at the hospital with him." She spoke in a hushed voice. "I know I said I wouldn't be long but we are just waiting for the x-ray results. I'll see you soon." Y/N slammed her head on the desk with a tired groan, closing her eyes for a brief moment, only to look up like a deer in headlights at the sound of keys in the door.

"Oh, I am so happy to see you." Y/N smiled as she saw Nat walk in with some files.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned as she hurriedly closed the door.

"Well, Wanda and I have been having sex, for months." Y/N told her. "And we have obviously had sex earlier and now I am handcuffed to this bloody chair." Y/N gradually raised her voice as she spoke, shaking the chair with her whole body. "But." She took a breath to calm down. "The key is just above the bourbon, so if you would please uncuff me so I can get dressed."

"Y/N." Nat shook her head, an unsure look in her eye. "Wanda will be expecting you as such." She gestured to her posture. "And I can't afford to lose my job because I actually like working here. Without the sex part."

"Come on!" Y/N pleaded as she moved from around the desk, her jacket falling from her lap.

"Oh come on!" Nat covered her eyes as she spotted the arousal stained strap on. "Wheel yourself back."

"Please Nat." Y/N pleaded. "I will buy you anything."

"I need a new Nintendo Switch." She told her. "Yelena borrowed mine and we both know that I will not be getting it back."

"Sold! Now get me free." Y/N told her as Nat moved to get the key.

"So, those nights you had someone in your bedroom, that was Wanda. Our boss?" She questioned as Y/N nodded.

"Yes it was." She answered. "Now please let me out of here!" She begged. "This shirt is unbelievably tight and these cuffs are starting to hurt me."

"You and Wanda do have the same style, which is weird." Nat admitted as she approached her. "But she did look much better in a looser blouse."

"Don't you dare." Y/N snarled. "She is mine." Nat just giggled as she undone one of the cuffs, Y/N massaged their wrist before the door soon opened.

"Nat? What are you?" Wanda rambled as she looked between the two.

"I know about the two of you." Nat told her. "But please don't fire me. I can't live off of Y/N's paycheck."

"Can you sit with Billy, he's just outside at your desk." Wanda asked as Nat nodded, closing the door behind her.

"She took the key." Y/N pointed out, just a moment later, Nat opened the door slightly and handed Wanda the key. "How is Billy?" Y/N asked her as she undone the other.

"He is fine, he has a hairline fracture so nothing too serious." Wanda told her as Y/N bent down to put on her pants, soon hearing the blouse tearing causing Wanda to giggle. "I think we need to wear different blouses."

"You think?" Y/N asked with a raised brow.

"It's not my fault you are buff." Wanda squeezed her biceps as she looked up in Y/N's eyes. "But it is a bonus to have strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe."

"I'll always keep you safe." Y/N kissed her softly as she grabbed her jacket. "Luckily I have a spare in my office." Y/N approached the door, hand resting on the handle as Wanda spoke.

"I think I love you." She told her, a smile formed on Y/N's face before she turned around to Wanda, approaching her and kissing her softly before pulling away and looking in her eyes.

"I think I love you too." She smiled before kissing her once more before she left the office. Wanda smiled as her heart swelled at the growing love between the two of them. Love comes to us all at different times of our lives, the journey we take to find the one who makes your heartbeat rapidly and your smile grow impossibly bigger. Wanda has finally found that love in the woman who works alongside her.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Listen

I've Got a NEED FOR MORE VAMPIRE SATAN CONTENT PLZ

I've got massive brain rot about it

Just the thought makes me lose my mind

So like if u could do me a favor and like some vampire Satan content where it starts like really sweet and then he like he smells your blood and then it kind of just gets really really heated and sexy times happen

and it turns out that MC finds that they have a biting kink

Or whatever drabbles vampire of Satan, Dia, barb, 13 and ur faves 🥺🥺 u can think of

If u wanted

I'd be internally greatful

Ur fave

🍅🐏🐱

I FINALLY HAVE FOUND INSPIRATION TO WRITE THIS DOWN HEHEHHE PREPARE YOUR HEART KITTY - Your fave is about to go feral.

Vampire! Satan is usually so calm and gentle when it comes to you - running his hands through your hair as he reads to you or hugging you from behind while you both prep dinner together.

But on the days you accidentally cut your fingers on the knife, distracted by conversation - you see his eyes darken. He tries to excuse himself out of the room but you call him back, daring to reach out to him with the injured finger.

"You're playing with fire, kitten." He says, holding onto his last string of restraint as he grabs your wrist. One last chance to escape. You're far from it - touching his lips, smearing your blood on them.

"Its been a while since you've had a taste, hasn't it-" You are thrown against the wall, caged by his arms. His eyes glow before he yanks your top to the side to expose your neck and shoulder.

You moan as he bites into you - over and over. Your skin is littered with his marks and you watch as everyone blushed at the dinner table trying to ignore them. But Satan's eyes stay locked onto you, unmoving.

"Come to my room after this..." He whispers before he leaves. You clamp your legs together in anticipation, knowing exactly how many more marks he's about to create on them.

The next morning all you can remember is a flurry of ripped clothes and overwhelming kisses as you try to get up on your unstable feet. You can feel his marks all over your body - some deeper than the others. He bites you even harder while rutting into you because the way your blood rushes when you're about to climax.

Vampire! Satan when he's at his limit and immediately needs blood to stop feeling weak. You can tell by the way he slumps on your doorstep and his desperate, apologetic eyes.

You pull him in and offer yourself. He holds you like a lifeline - biting softly but sucking on your skin for much longer. "Please stop me if you feel like I'm taking too much..."

And yet you always let him have you until you're close to passing out. Pomogranate juice helps replenishing blood faster. He makes sure to keep a box full of it in your room. Once he feels better, he takes sips of it and pours it into your mouth.

Once you are back to your senses he holds you close whispering apologies and gratitude at the same time, your warmth and gentle hands reassuring him every time it happens.

He'll pamper you and keep you in his sights all throughout the whole week, extra careful of your health and food intake. He gets so territorial even Mammon has to back off.

#obey me Satan #obey me smut #obey me satan smut #obey me satan x reader

[spacehostilityy]

rewatching the OVAs (netflix s2)

low key one of my fave intros art wise (we all know howling by granrodeo is my fave intro song lol) like the suits !! are so !! cute!!!

and this frame is adorable !!

I love the search for hawk sm theyre all so fucking cute

Meliodas casually dropping “you are my purpose in life” to Elizabeth like a month after they met is INSANE. Bc from his side, makes sense. Fell in love when they were young from opposite sides of a war, risked everything to be together, have been finding and losing each other for 3000 years. But from her side, he is a cool guy she has a crush on (who is at least 15ish years older than her) who she might have known as a child. He also just described her as his entire life’s purpose. Like bro THATS CRAZYYY

Seeing Meliodas destroy the horn of cernunos is such a badass moment to me. The way he responds to her taunting with direct action and violence rather than his usual merciful beating around the bush. My favorite Mel moments are when he is using his silly goofy little guy façade and suddenly has to drop it. This is when we see a glimpse of who he was when leading the 10 commandments: arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage

it just so happens that arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage are my most prized qualities in any character

WAIT HOLY SHIT IS THE “HEINOUS SIN” MELIODAS IS CONSIDERING THAT THE GODDESS SAYS WILL DRIVE EVERYONE HE LOVES AWAY REFERRING TO HIS PLAN TO BECOME THE DEMON KING ?!?!?!?

THAT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE AND ADDS LOWKEY A TON CHARACTER MOTIVATION TO EVERYTHING ELSE MEL DOES FROM HERE ON OUT

maybe everyone knew this and im late to the game but damn that would be so cool

im pretty sure ban switches out his red leather for the long burgundy coat is bc he keeps getting stabbed front to back and the coat has a hole in the back so the weapon wont tear it lolll😭

i feel like their faces (esp meliodas’s) look a tiny bit janky in the OVAs

once again appreciating the intro 😌

They’re so fucking cute !!

Merlin and Ban clearly don’t rlly like each other much yet and it’s so funny to me

Like these are Meliodas’s closest friends and they just kinda annoy each other a lot

it’s like fuckin icarly

Gustav: the captain and one of his fellow sins going one on one? We might neve see something like this again!

hahahahaha nooo. i mean gustav didn’t, he’s dead. but the rest will el ol el

Gil is the biggest dork to ever live and howzer is concerned. Mans is crying at watching them fight and howzer is just like … ok ??

Bartra: where the fuck is my daughter

his daughter: literally watching a cage fight

MELIODAS RIPS OFF BAN’S FUCKING ARM AND SMACKS HIM WITH IT AHSDBFKSKFSDHFFK LOLLLL

theyre literally the cutest

bestiesss (boyfriends)

every one of these bitches is a fucking alcoholic

ban’s whole character is that he’s a depressed, violent alcoholic and I love him

my horrible secret is that im skipping through a lot of ova 3 bc im just not a kiane girlie😔

i do love diane tho she so babygirl

nakaba’s not even thinly veiled size kink strikes again. Seriously, i can fuck with it, but its so funny that every single main ship has a significant/abnormal height difference

hendy and dreyfus are so gay for each other im genuinely surprised it’s not canon

like look at this scene and tell me something lgbt is not happening here

omg my pfp !!

Howzer’s dad is such a dick i love it

Meliodas using the sugar spoon to full counter is literally so fucking cute, i love when they have to use dumb weapons

but also vivian lost to a tiny spoon hehe

bet gil regrets not killing vivian after she kidnaps and permanently fucks up his son ahaha🥲

Merlin being fucking terrifying saying that vivian should have realized that she is a monster is why im gay

Meanwhile Meliodas:

I love when his face does that he’s so baby

KASDBFKLHDFNWDKF GIL, HOWZER, AND GRIAMOR ALL BEGING HORNY ABT “MATURE WOMAN” MERLIN

anyway time to start season 2!!

#tess rambles on her nnt rewatch #tess rambles #nnt #elizabeth nnt #merlin nnt #bandit ban #banlaine #melban #ban nnt #7ds #meliodas #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #diane nnt #king nnt #elizabeth liones #bamf!elizabeth

[whiskeyswifty]

So Long London is THAT BITCH I love that song it’s quickly emerging as a fave from the first half. I love that you contrasted it with peace which also reminded me of “he built a fire just to keep me warm” in call it what you want and find the trajectory notable—that she seemingly accepted that help/fire given to her while he…did not and so she just kept burning herself further and further, like you said (ik u don’t care abt the men haha I’m more talking about the narrative she tells as a whole!)

I really like it a lot!! It’s one of my favorites overall easily. It’s so interesting sonically and that propulsive beat, as if she’s running away or finally moving forward after stagnation for so long! Love it.

Ooooo good point and that’s even more interesting that they build a fire to keep her warm, but she makes herself a fire to keep them warm… yeah oooof. I think I took the give and take in a So Long London as not that they rejected her help, but that her way of helping (as a non-professional in this arena) was being by their side as they went through it, or offering bandaids as each bout of sadness arises. Ultimately, they relied on those things in lieu of actually helping themselves. They had no interest in escaping that sadness long term and continued to succumb to what seems to be depression as depicted in the song, to the point where they were going to use her eternally as a source of happiness on the best days and let the depression run roughshod all over her and their relationship on the worst days. Hence why she says “you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.” Taylor seems to say that while she herself has bouts of sadness, even a bit more than the average person in her eyes, she doesn’t want to wallow in it or at least not anymore, and desires a more proactive life. She wants to get better and be more joyful in the world. She decided she wasn’t into being with someone who was only interested in wallowing in their depression and wanted her to join them down in the darkness. And I think the CIWYW line is even sadder if you take those as being about the same relationship, as it indicates that things were good once. Maybe it was just because they were equally sad at that time and comforting each other as they both wallowed and comforted each other, who knows.

And I love most that ultimately, the song is such an adult breakup song because it’s about how sometimes you just wish someone was different. No wrongdoing or betrayal, just two people who maybe fit together once but grew apart and resent each other for not being what they each wanted and then resenting that resentment in each other. Or one person grew and the other stayed in place, rather. Happens all the time! It’s sooo refreshing and real in that way and she’s not mad at them exactly, because as you grow in age and experience, you understand you cannot change people and you cannot expect it either, so she’s just mad it came to this. Mad that they didn’t grow together and now she has to leave so much behind, lose wayyyy more than them. She lost a life! That they’d built! When she says “I’m just mad as hell cuz I love this place” god it guts me so deeply because oh god, having to rip yourself away from everything you’ve grown to love because it’s for your own good, oh goddddd its agonizing. God what a song.

Also lmaoooooo you know me! I don’t care about anyone’s boyfriend tbh, not even hers. But I’m not fully delusional in that I don’t think they exist! I don’t like to speculate about them because I truly don’t give a shit. I also fully ignore the male pronouns not because I’m insinuating anything but just honestly because I can ✌️

#I subscribe to the idk her school of swiftieism! #where I use the song as text and for the most part that’s all #and it’s such a rich text!!! I don’t even have time to speculate about some guy #I mean I do make the songs about things and people but I do it for fun and I ain’t sharing that here #there are always het sharks in the water in these parts

[kanene-yaaay]

Secrets and the Pros and Cons of Not Running Away

Kanene's notes: I will receive no constructive criticism on this, I saw a character that just keeps being destroyed over and over because he loves and cares too much and since mah bros on that island only SUFFER, I *WILL* take the matters onto my own hands and give them all the tickles and fluff thank you so much for understanding.

Anyway, the Happy Pills Arc is my absolute fave until now, and this animatic is my new obsession. It doesn't has anything to do with the fic, really, but I think it deserves more love drtyuiklkjhg.

Warnings: This is a tickle fanfic. It has hurt/comfort, fluff and some angsty thoughts, but nothing too dark. It happens after the Happy Pills stuff and doesn't follow the canon timeline. Ticklish!Forever and Ler!Philza, Ler!Bad, Ler!Pac, Ler!Mike, Ler!Richarlyson, Ler!Tallulah and Ler!Chayanne. It is 8,000 words long.

[~*~]

Forever woke up. 

His eyes hurt when they opened so he kept them closed for a few minutes more, watching the flash of memories run behind his eyelids in blurry movements and sounds. 

For the first time in a while his mind was silent, clear from all the effects of what the Federation did to him. His feelings no longer exploded crazy in his chest as they often did during the last few days, fighting to survive before the chemicals from the drugs washed them over and got suppressed by a blinding, fake happiness.

Their kids were gone. 

Richarlyson was gone. His son disappeared in thin air and there were no clues or hints that showed any single way to get them back or even know where they went. 

The island was in scrambles, empty. 

There were explosions and grieving and chaos everywhere. Every parent doing any and everything to cope with the fact that from day to night they’ve got what was the most important for them ripped right from their fingers. 

The N.I.N.H.O, his project (his responsibility) didn’t work out this time and they lost everything because of it.

Badboyhalo was losing his colors. Baghera disappeared. Cellbit straight out begged him to not leave him alone during all of this. Mike hadn’t been seen in a long time. Etoiles was trying to keep their hopes up. Everyone asked him what they should do, now. What would he do as their president. 

And what did he do? He fucking lost it. He let his feelings get over his head, exploded everything that he could put his eyes on, demolished his base with TNT and threatened Cucurucho, forced the Federation to do a throwback just so they would have an island to put their feet on. Made the Federation see him as a threat and force those pills on him.

He left everyone. His family. His friends.

(What more could he do?)

And everyone should've left him too.

…

And yet…

And yet Pac jumped head first to save him. Accepting to go under Cucurucho’s “treatment” so he could analyze the drugs and find a cure for it. No matter how much he was shaking in fear the entire time, how bad the Federation treated him before or how there was just no certainty that his plan would even work

And yet Philza saw under his mask of smile, past the point of his gun and right into the pain in his eyes in his lowest moment and said that everything would be fine, that he still trusted him, that he knew who he was and how much he cared about the eggs. He said they would find a way to solve things out.

And yet Cellbit didn’t let him go for a single second. He followed him no matter the instability, during those painful moments of consciousness, beyond the fake minutes of happiness and slipped past his traps just to go and pull him out of it. He shouted and hugged and taunted and broke and fought dirty and did what he could to bring him back.

And yet Bad still talked and answered him, even with how much he was hurting, even with the bombs and screams and the dismissing he came back over and over again with his chats and banters and discussions that so easily led Forever to the trap that would come to save his life.

Once again, there were tears in his eyes. 

They were too his family. Forever was the one who put himself under Cucurucho’s radar by going apeshit and bombarding the entire island and they were the ones who saved him from that white fucking bear. From himself. From the Happy Pills.

He cried.

(What else could he do?)

Agony and hope danced in harmony in his chest, sucking all his other senses to nothing and filling his soul with every emotion under the sun at the same time. It was overwhelming but good to be free to feel so easily. It was horrible that he knew how it was like to miss this freedom so much. It was empty to feel this despair all over again. It was good, no, essential to know he was not alone.

Almost hopeful, even.

And yet their children were gone.

And yet everyone was kind of lost.

And yet they needed someone solid, a strong leader to step in.

Forever didn’t feel strong.

(What would he do?)

He wiped his tears. Sat on the bed. Got up. Put back the flag on his shoulder. Took a deep breath, listening to the very known voices coming out of the infirmary that made his entire face change to a (this time genuine) happy, tired and relieved kind of smile.

The president of Quesadilla Island woke up.

(And he didn’t have any idea of how much everyone had been waiting to show him how much they were happy about it.)

[~*~]

It all started in very tiny ways, as most things did, easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look. 

The first time it happened Forever was at favela. He had just finished fixing the elevator from the Karaoke and was watching the sunset (Hi, Bobby) wash over the beach in a dance of colors at the top of the building, resting on the parapet. Pac was somewhere close, building more houses or getting in trouble with Fit, but, besides them, it was just him, his memories and Copacabana beach.

Forever laid his head in his arms, with a long sigh, closing his eyes and just letting the wind mess his hair and clear his thoughts, enjoying the brief moment of peace before he started thinking about more plans and projects to fill his day and mind with.

It was hard, though. When every block he put down or decoration he pulled up made the blonde turn around with a call in the tip of his tongue, words disappearing when he realized that there was no set of small footsteps following him and probably never would again because they were all gone and he was not and how could he ever even think about-

A shiver ran down his spine and made his thoughts come to a halt when he felt a light tickle in the back of his neck, making him have to move a hand out of his comfortable position to wipe the leaf or whatever out of his skin. 

His fingers made contact with nothing. Uh. Must’ve flown away already.

He was tired. Maybe he should take the rest of the day to clean his base. There were still holes from the mine traps that someone has been spreading across the island lately. Another problem for him to resolve. Looked like those were never going to end.

The tickle came back, following him even when he flinched away, with a puffed snicker falling from his tongue. His hand shot to scare whatever insect it was from his neck again but the touch was as nimble as it was soft, lightly and skillfully dancing away from his hold before it could catch him.

“Que porra.” (“The fuck.”) He tried again and again, going so far as slapping his entire arm behind him, hitting nothing.

The sensation disappeared for a brief while before running all the way across his spine, making him almost jump in the air and finally give up his comfortable position to spin around. “Que que é isso, cara!” (“What is this, man!”)

“Pfff- hahaha!”

Forever turned just in the right moment to see his short friend, with sky blue eyes shining with a playful light, pulling a black, crooked and beautiful wing behind his back, his laugh ringing across the building.

“Philza! Really?” 

“What? You wouldn’t have that problem if you wore a shirt, you know?” Forever’s shouted “WHAAAAT!” did nothing to alleviate his laughing fit, a snort not taking long to appear.

“You, you’re, you’re bullying me, man! I just came out of the hospital and you treat me like this. I can’t believe it!”

“You’re-”

“You come here, you hit me, you don’t let me rest after I get out of a coma… I am an injured, man, you know that, Philza? You’re bullying an injured man.”

“I literally,” his tune tried and failed to sound at least a tidbit serious before he descended in more laughter. “I literally didn’t even hit you!” 

Forever continued as if he didn’t hear the protest of the other, turning around and gesticulating dramatically. “You’re a bully, Philza. You’re such a bully.”

“I am doing that to remind you to put on a shirt! You just came out of the hospital, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

“Nah, nah, nah, you’re mean. You’re just so mean to me. Like, I thought we were friends, you know? But I see the truth now.” He tsked. “That is just sad, Philza. That is really sad, man.”

“Oh my fucking god.” The punch he gave on Forever’s arms didn’t even hurt, only making the president snicker louder. “Shut the fuck up.”

Forever chuckled at how done the other sounded, watching him roll his eyes and shake his head with a big smile before taking (he wasn’t resting anymore so might as well just finish his work here) the chance and walking in between the tables and chairs until he got behind the balcony. In no time he began filling the storage with drinks and food. The high, upbeat joy of banting with his friend slowly calming down.

“Actually, I am going to put back my old black suit soon. I am just taking a break from wearing suits so much, you know?”

He didn’t have to explain what the break was really for and how his old presential clothes didn’t have anything to do with it, Philza understood. 

“Take that time off, Forever, you deserve it.” His tune was soft. 

Forever smiled, wishing he could show Phil how wrong he was. A“break” definitely wasn’t on the list of things that Forever deserved at all. That anarchist was way too kind.

“Thank you very much, my friend.” He closed the cabinet door, turning around (and away), facing the entire restaurant. 

Each chair, each color and decor had been carefully picked by small , gentle claws. The building had been chosen by hand and even the balcony was built lower than normal, made so that a small child could go behind it and pretend to be a barman, sing with the melodies and enjoy the view with their family and friends. 

Signs were still spreaded there, on the restaurant, the rooms, the favela, the N.I.N.H.O, the Spawn, their home and island… None of it had been built to be just for the adults and it all brought a longing pang in his chest. 

Saudade.

They’re gone. They’re gone and he was here laughing and resting and doing nothing to rescue them and how could he be so usele-

Another soft sweep of feathers right under his chin made him flinch away with a surprised, bitten giggle, successfully making his line of thoughts disintegrate for a second time. A half smile painted his face.

“Stop with that, man! It tickles.”

Philza tilted his head slightly to the side, eyes sharp in concentration, as if just realizing something. But at the sound of Forever’s voice he blinked and let his expression become a tad more relaxed, with worried tunes.

“You just seemed to be thinking a whole lot back there. What is in your mind?”

“Nothing really important. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’ve got some bad news for you then, mate. Because it will matter to me. You can tell me anything, Forever.”

And for a moment the other considered not doing that. Teleporting away or brushing his worries with another topic or a joke. But that was Philza. 

Philza, one of the most protective parents who still trusted him with Tallulah when he was away. Philza, who didn’t care about the elections but voted for him anyway. Philza, who trusted him with such a conviction and an unyielding loyalty that Forever had no idea of what he could ever have done to deserve it.

(“You saved my children.” Philza would say if he could listen to him. “You went beyond and further to save everyone’s kids for free over and over so no parent would ever carry the grief of losing them again. You did it for Richarlyson, for Tallulah, for Bobby, for Pomme, for you, for us, for free. I’m not forgetting that easily and I’m not letting you forget too.”)

And that was enough.

He stared at the beach again, the words coming easier when he was not looking at the other.

“Talullah was the one who decorated the restaurant. We were having a Karaoke Night and when we got up here she had already put all those nice trees and pretty flowers…It looks really nice.”

Philza sighed, looking ten thousands of years older.

“Yeah, she has an amazing taste.” Then he walked and stayed right in front of Forever’s view, staring right at his eyes, serious. “We’re going to find them, ok? Richas, Talullah, Chayanne, Ramon… Every single one, we’re going to get them back. So don’t let yourself give up and stay focused.”

The president, his friend, nodded.

“We will get them back.” Forever agreed. “No matter what it costs.”

[~*~] 

But Philza was a discreet fella, so things continued to be shown in tiny ways for a while. A poke when he got too distracted and his thoughts too dark, a scribble to get his attention, a sweep of feathers when he refused to stop working so much and listen to the reason. Forever pretended to be annoyed, but the fact that the other cared so much and in such a playful way kept fishing fond smiles and amused chuckles out of him and that he couldn’t ignore.

His cute secret was secure with him, and so things took a while before it began escalating, all because of a different afternoon…

It started with a jumpscare.

“FOREVER!”

“PUTA MERDA!” (“HOLY SHIT!”) The loud shout quickly descended in a series of nervous giggles. The blond holding his chest and resting in a wall to not fall, muscles trembling with the sudden shot of adrenaline. 

It took a couple of minutes for him to get back his composure and glare at the demon that was still snickering gleefully at him, tail swooping around in delight as he jumped around. 

It took exactly one second. 

In a blink Forever was getting his soul back to his body and then in the other he was throwing himself at him and both were rolling on the floor in a mess of pushes and kicks. “Tu se acha engraçadão, hein? Tu se acha muito engraçadão. Palhaço! Tá palhaço demais, hein, Badboyhalo.” (“You think you’re so funny, yeah? You think you’re so funny. You clown! You’re being such a clown, huh, Badboyhalo.”)

Forever didn’t care that his wrestling was uncoordinated enough so most hits didn’t even land on his friend, different from Bad that actually got more than one or two kicks right before letting himself be lost in a mix of too joyfully complains of “unfair attack” and “dictator” to have any true heat in them. 

Their playful fight was kept for a few pieces of a while before they were too distracted by their own amusement to not let the other go and try to recompose themselves.

“Where! is! it!”

“What?” Forever asked, staring with confused eyes at the black demon who crossed his arms and squinted at him in what Forever could swear was an annoyed composure if it wasn’t the way his tail swayed around and his eyes glinted in glee. Whether it was for being so unclear and successfully confusing the blond or for the original reason he appeared there in the first place it wasn’t clear. 

For a moment his eyes unfocused from the form of the other and watched the wall full of kind, heartwarming messages that he asked for everyone still awake at that night to write so he could make BadboyHalo a surprise. Suddenly all the pieces came together in his mind and formed such a cute picture that Forever couldn’t help but let out a delighted chuckle, lips curling in an amused, teasing smirk. “Ooooh, I see what you’re talking about now, Badboy.”

That chuckles almost became a crackle when the only response he received was a petulant huff and a hand extended in his direction, fingers twitching impatiently. Forever took out his backpack, rummaging through it until he found the compartment where he kept all his flowers, carefully pushing Richa’s favorite one aside so he could pull another one. His fingers clasped around a stem and soon a light purple grazed his sight. “Here. Your daily flower. It’s for until you get better, right?”

“Oh, nice, thank you.” Bad’s voice tinted with a softer tune, carefully gathering the gift and putting it on his own backpack, in a special place, together with the others, before his tune became agitated again, feet tapping on the floor with energy. “But that is NOT what I am talking about.” He got closer and repeatedly began slapping his arm, following the president when he shouted and started running around the enclosed space, jumping in attempts to escape from the sudden attack. “WHERE IS IT! GIVE ME, IT’S MINE!”

“What! What more do you want from me!” When no answer was given besides more chasing and (friendly) hitting, the blonde got the warpstone with an exaggerated sigh. 

“You know, Badboyhalo,” when Forever said his entire name, it wasn’t exactly sing-songing, but it had a little beat painted with amusement and tease, when the demons haven’t been able to successfully annoy him out of his mind, of course. “I really need to go, man, and since you don’t have anything to say to me�� tsk, that is so sad, man, I was really feeling quite… generous today”

“No!” The demon tried to grab his shoulder, but the blonde dodged swiftly, still pretending to be looking busy and thinking hard about his next location. “Forever. Do not. You’re not running away. I know what you’re doing!” Forever smiled. 

Being friends with Cellbit, you learned a thing or two. Like how to disappear in the middle of a conversation, but, especially, how to do that in the most annoying way possible. “No, no, no, I’m not running away at all, Bad, I am actually…”

However, that was the thing: Bad was also Cellbit’s friend, and so realized the exact moment that glint filled the president’s brown eyes what was about to happen. His hand flew in another attempt of a grab, missing once again his shoulder when the other, a bit later than last time, dodged, which allowed his reflex to kick in and his hand changed the trajectory and lay on the brazilian’s side, squeezing.

None of them was prepared for the squeal that this action fished.

For a second, a blissful second, everything froze and both stared at each other. 

That is how Forever saw the exact second the demon’s eyes squinted and a playful flame alighted in them.

In a blink his other hand also flew to his waist and began attacking both sides with no mercy. Forever had no chance to even try to stop the barking loud laughter that exploded from him, immediately letting go of the warpstone to clue on Bad’s wrists, trying to push them away by sheer reflex even before his brain could process what was happening. 

“Nonono, stop that! BA-ad!”

Bad couldn’t help but giggle, half adoring and half malefically, at the way the laughter made most of his words get almost intelligible. Besides, Bad thinks he could grow accustomed to having his name being snickered in such an adoring - together with that cute smile and shiny eyes - way more often, really.

His fingers poked and prodded with skill and curiosity, looking for any sensitive spot that could create a new fun sound and concentrating there for a few maddening seconds and plenty of digging before looking for the next one. There was a very nice one juuust above his lowest rib that made the barking laughter become a string of snickers that seemed to grow higher and faster by the seconds. It almost made Bad forget his main job now as his friend and rival the second (actually, even before that, if he was being honest, but honesty was overrated) he discovered that little fun secret about their dear tyrant:

Tease him out of his mind.

“Huh? Stop what, Foreverrr?” “That! You’re ti-” Bad closed his hands in fists and pressed his knuckles on his ribs and rubbed as if his life depended on it, cutting the rest of the sentence with success and filling the room with much more shrieks than before. “What was that?” 

Forever couldn’t answer, his legs were failing and it made him get close to a fall if it wasn’t for the demon adjusting his hold on him and slowly lowering him to the ground, fingers still dancing in each and every rib, scratching and scribbling happily.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you’re saying, some muffinhead is laughing their heart out near here. Perhaps they heard a very good joke. Hmmm, what do you think Forever?”

Forever snorted, eyes almost closed with how much he was laughing, tears beginning to collect in the corner of his eyes. A few portuguese words got tangled with his crackling. Bad nodded seriously and slowed his tickle attack, not wanting to go too far.

“Uh hm, no, I get what you’re putting down here. We just need to ignore the laughter and keep up our nice conversation. I think that is a great idea!” He snuggled his hands cozily under Forever’s armpits, lightly wiggling and poking, which resulted in the laughter becoming a new dance of a calmer, but still high with adrenaline and mirth, string of snickers that made the blonde’s shoulders bounce in joy. “What were you saying before?” 

“Stop tickling me!” “What!” Bad gasped in offense. “How can you even accuse me like that! What the fudge, I thought we were friends. But, no, I see. I came aaaaall the way over here, did nothing wrong and you just treat me like that.” He gave a fake sniff.  “You’re hurting my feelings, Forever.” “Mentiroso!” (Liar!) It was quite difficult to see with tears and squinted eyes, especially when Bad’s hoodie always kept his expressions hidden, however, it was even harder to miss how those shiny eyes glinted with mischief and fondness and his smirk went from one ear to another. 

It was quite the sweet sight. Forever had to push his face away before it made him blush vomit. 

(For a second, he could almost swear that the blue that covered the other’s figure dimmed a little for a piece of time.)

“You’re such a liar.”

“Oh why, thank you.”

Bad freed his hands and softly attacked the back of the elf’s ears, still too lost in the lovely sound of his delightful giggles, crackles and snickers to actually let him go. That was the true sound of Forever’s happiness, not that forced, explosive laughter created by those pills. 

Besides, Forever also wasn’t pushing him away.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one missing that freeing sound. Maybe Forever also longed for those moments of playful fights between them, of pushing the buttons and teasing and caring and always, always being there, for the better or the worse.

Eventually, the president held his hands and stopped the attack, left over giggles still pouring from his lips like a waterfall. 

Their eyes met.

Forever’s smile got relaxed and small before growing bigger. 

Bad just hummed, tail starting to sway fastly from side to side.

“So, Badboyhalo…”

“Yes?”

Forever’s grip got more firm. 

Bad’s pull got equally stronger. 

They kept smiling.

“Are you… uh.” His voice lost the undertone of playfulness, brown eyes focusing with true curiosity for a moment. “Coceguento? How is it in english? Tickly?”

“Oh, it’s ticklish. For example, you are very ticklish, Forever.”

“Hehehe,” he snorted, and his curiosity was satisfied. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. But what about you, Badboyhalo? Are you… ticklish?” The word came slowly and playfully, tinted with a nice accent.

Bad’s tail opened his backpack, rummaging in search for a very specific item.

“Hmmm… no, actually. I’m not.”

The blonde’s smile got more dangerous. “I don’t know… I don’t believe in you, man.” He found it. 

Bingo.

“Then why don’t you try to find out?” 

Forever pulled him closer and with a swift move the enderpearl that had been in his bag was thrown to the other side of the room, successfully freeing the demon from his hold. Not a second later, though, Forever was jumping on his feet, ready for another chase.

Lots of laughter filled the afternoon, that day.

[~*~]

After that, the avian wasn’t the only one who now randomly poked, prodded and attacked the outgoing brazilian when he wasn’t expecting, anymore. Even though Badboyhalo’s attacks were much more out of the blue, following him in those lonely afternoons when he was distracted in his adventures or too lost in a project to realize the other invaded his base in the middle of a sleepless night. 

But, you see, the difference between Philza and Bad and knowing that Forever is actually pretty ticklish is a very single detail: Bad is a fucking gossiper who loved to set chaos just to see where it would go. 

And, therefore, the main reason why Forever was so screwed right now.

“NÃO! SAI, SAI, SAI. LARGA DE MIM!” (NO! GET AWAY, GET AWAY, GET AWAY. LET ME GO!)

“Que isso, moço, tá fugindo da gente por que?” (What is this, bro? Why are you running away from us?) 

Forever didn’t even have to turn around to see Mike’s giant smug grin. It was almost palpable in his tune. But if anyone could have any doubt about its existence, they just needed to listen to his crackles as both him and Pac chased their friend through the Spawn, leaving a very amused Bad and  Bagi, who shouted a “Boa sorte aí, Forevinho!” (Good luck, Forevinho!) in the wind behind.

“Pois é, a gente só quer um abraço apertado do nosso presida da galera! Cadê o espírito da Favela Six?” (That’s right. We just want a tight hug from our favorite president! Where’s the Favela’s six spirit?) Pac, however, questioned with a genuine tune, almost naive like as he followed the other closely, getting closer and closer by the seconds. For a moment he almost tricked the president into thinking that he was the merciful one, then he remembered about that one tickle fight he, Mike and Tubbo had in the Favela.

Let’s just say it was just a very quick thought, really.

“Favela six é o caralho, ceis querem é me roubar. Eu já disse que não vai ter Armazém da Galera nenhum! Isso é ataque à autoridade, hein!” (Favela Six my ass, you just want to rob me. I already said that there won’t be any Free Storage! This is an attack on authority!)

“A gente só quer o que é nosso por direito, Forevin.” (We just want what is faithfully ours, Forevin.)

The blonde didn’t even have a chance to answer before an arm grabbed his shoulder and pushed, disbalancing him enough so Pac was able to sneak behind him and lock him in a hug, snickering gleefully in his ear.

“Que isso, cara, achava que tu era compromissado! Vou falar pro Fit, hein!” (The hell, man! I thought you were compromised! I’m going to tell Fit!) Forever’s struggles only grew stronger when he saw Mike getting closer, wiggling his hands in the form of claws as he stopped running and instead began to approach slowly, chuckles falling freely from his lips and making shivers run across his spine and giggles to pile in his chest. 

He tried again to free himself from the hug, showing no success. Pac’s hold was firm as a mountain.

“E desde quando que tu tá malhando? Tá todo mamadíssimo aí, né, eu tô sabendo.” (And since when you’re ripped? You’re all ‘mamadíssimo’ now. I see what’s going on.)

Pac let out an amused, with drops of shyness, snort. “Pois é, né, moço. Sabe como é né… Tô indo na academia do Fit bastante esses tempos e tudo mais, aí dá nisso.” (That is right, bro. You know how it is… I’m visiting Fit's Gym a lot these last days and that is what happens.) His tune lost a bit of the light and became more serious, cracked in the corners. “Também, né, a gente nunca sabe quando vai precisar. Eu não quero que quando chegue a hora…” (Also, we don’t know when we’re gonna need it. I don’t want that, when the time comes…)

Forever knew exactly what he was talking about, the same cloudy thoughts that filled everyone’s mind in the island the second he warned that the kids had ran away because a danger greater than everything they’ve seen before was coming, the Federation choosing to announce the train station’s opening in just a few days also did not help their nerves.

He looked at Pac’s shadows under his eyes, suddenly remembering that his friend also went under the Happy Pills Treatment, the horrible withdrawal, the exhaustion of recovery, all to save him. 

His struggles became just a little, a little less strong, heart melting and hurting like it did for every single member of their dysfunctional family since they arrived in that boat.

The scientists deserved to have their own silly fun, even if the fun was destroying their friend and president in a mess full of giggling pieces.

And so Forever let out a loud laughter, wiggling his eyebrows and giving him a knowing smirk. “Tu tá praticando bastante exercício com o Fit é? Aham, hehehe, tô sabendo.” (Doing a lot of exercise with Fit, yeah? Uh hm. Hehehe, I see.)

“FOREVER!” This time the snort that came out from Forever’s mouth was more of a result of Pac's unfairly squeezing his belly non stop instead of a reaction to the affronted shout, the one with blue hoodie not throwing any other remark or getting lost in any dark thought. The blonde counted that as a win for him. 

“Tá bem engraçadinho, mas você não vai conseguir me distrair. Sabe, o Badboy me falou algo muito interessante sobre você que ele descobriu mês passado…” (You think you’re being funny, huh. But you’re not going to distract me. You know, Badboy told me something very interesting about you that he discovered last month…)

Mike finally got right in front of him and Forever immediately started kicking in his direction to keep those offending fingers away from his torso at the same time that he continued to attempt to pry Pac’s hands - that somehow seemed to sense the exact spots he was the most sensitive and concentrate all their pinches, scribbles and tickly efforts on them over and over again - until the attack forced Forever to press his lips on his shoulder to contain the blossoming laughter and embarrassing squeals that tried to escape from his mouth.

His efforts to not let any sound out, however, were demolished when, in his distraction, Mike grabbed his ankle and grinned like a shark that finally got his prey. 

“Eu preferia uma mãozinha, mas já que é isso que você tá oferecendo…” (I’d rather you gave me a hand, but since you’re offering…) And, locking the leg in a headlock,  his fingers began dancing across his sole, walking around his arch and giving some special attention to the extremely ticklish space right under his toes, skillfully dodging any kicks that this move resulted in and breaking Forever’s barriers instantly.

Forever’s booming laughter filled the air in a free dance of joy, mirth and a warmth that filled his heart when he remembered just how long had it been since all of them could just get together and goof around a bit, no kidnappings or imminent dangers in their minds for a blissful pieces of time.

[~*~]

“Soooo, guys, I think I’m heading out, now.” Forever kept jumping on the trampoline, restless energy running on his veins after talking to Phil about his journey in the Nether. The virus hadn’t spread a lot those last days, but the conversation was hard, not only because of how, primarily, exhausting it was to go through all of it, but because for some reason something in him made he almost feel compelled to shut his mouth and not say a single word about the infection to anyone else.

They played and gave each other a few remarks and pokes of fun when Philza asked for Forever to take off his shirt in the bunker, careful touches analyzing the skin around the ébano substance glued on his back and in the nape of his head. Even so, it made the blonde want to hide away the result of his journey. Forever never have been ashamed of his body. He used to walk around shirtless, on the good old, first days on the island, afterall. But if he was being honest... he was afraid about that infection, and Philza didn’t seem very relieved about it either.

It was a literal mark about how he had failed in absolutely every single sense and chance he had out there. In finding any clue, in getting their kids back, in saving Walter Bob or even himself. In the end, he was not able to do any of this.

That is the President of Quesadilla Island, everyone.

(“We’re going to talk with Cucurucho and demand answers about what the fuck is this.”

Forever gave a humorless chuckle, happy that the children were outside playing so they weren’t here to witness how defeated he sounded for a second before adjusting himself to a playful grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, Philza, he is very good at this. Giving us answers, right?”

“We have to try. If someone knows about this it is the Federation.”  Philza brushed the other’s sarcastic ‘há!’ easily and moved until he was right in front of the brazilian, capturing his eyes in a firm stare. “And if they don’t have anything, we’re going to find our own answers.”

Forever nodded, not really believing.

“You worry too much, my friend.”

“Exactly. I already told you but I will repeat it until it gets through your thick skull: I always will worry and I’m not leaving you side, mate.”

For a moment words escaped from his tongue, a mix of feelings of ‘safe’, ‘happy’ and ‘embarrassment’ filled his chest before he got a hold of his senses. 

“Alright, alright, alright.” 

This time, when he smiled there was a light back into his brown, tired eyes. 

“You know, Philza, you really need to get over me, man. The line continues, I’m already moving forward and you still try to romance me, it’s- what is the word? Oh, embarrassing, hehehe”

The avian took advantage of his position to hit the other upside his head, a surprise snort being fished from his lips. 

“Oho, shut the fuck up. You’re the one who is still on this!”)

And yeah, maybe he was just making a strategic retreat after showing vulnerability, but who could blame him, really? No one, that’s who. He would be out before they did try.

“Come on, Richas, vamo de Megabase.” (Let’s go to Megabase) He called, getting out of the trampoline when the boy kept painting and paid him no mind. Tallulah, however, stopped writing on a book to go to him, Chayanne turned to look from his place next to the grill nearby, already testing a new recipe.

The girl placed a sign and stared at him with attentive eyes, lips firmly pressed in a shadow of disappointment. ‘You already going?’

(God. He really missed the sound of little steps and signs being placed. They missed it all so much.)

Forever internally winced. He really didn’t spend a lot of time with Chay and Talullah since they’re back, letting them enjoy more time with Phil and just making quick check ins once in a while. He also took the last days to spend as much time as he could with Richas, afterall.

“Yeah... sorry, Talullah, but me and Richas still have to finish our project, right Richas?”

Still no answer from the younger one, too concentrated in every stroke to pay the conversation any mind.

Forever chuckled, sensing a chance for some mischief. Cleaning his throat, he lifted his voice from the usual soft tune he always used with Tallulah to a more taunting tune, making it louder so Richas could listen perfectly well.

“Ohhh, but maybe you can go and help me to make it, right, Talullah? You’re such a nice, helpful egg who listens to your parents when they call you, just like Chayanne. Richarlyson could take some examples from his older siblings more, tsk.” The president had to hold the snickers when he saw the red cow head stop and slowly, threateningly slowly, turn around to face him, Richas letting go of the brush to squint their eyes at him. Talullah and Chayanne rolled their eyes, amused, already used to the playful banters between father and son. “But ahh, he just never listens. Oooh, I have an idea! While Tallulah helps me with the decoration, Chayanne, you can go too and make your delicious barbecue there to keep us- AH!”

The surprised shout was a direct result for when the younger launched himself at his father in protest and began roughhousing immediately, both descending in growls and portuguese for a few couple of minutes before Forever laid a satisfied Richas on the floor, who immediately placed a sign.

‘Pai, stop. I’m making Pepito’s birthday present, let me finish it >:0 we can go Mebase later :D’

“Ok, ok, I get it, I get it. You like Pepito more than your own father. Yeah, yeah, no Richas, no, I get it.” He began fake sniffing and making crying noises, leading to a Richas kicking his leg in a clear message of ‘stop the dramatics’ before going back to the canvas. “Ok, ok, warn me when you finish your drawing then, we can stay a little more.”

The three kids danced in excitement.

(...)

He is not sure how exactly he had ended up in this position.

Talullah and Chayanne were secure and cozy his arms, half because of a poke of fun at Philza that started with a joke ten minutes ago and they just kept it running and half as a parting hug that was stiffly (but still very carefully) answered by Chayanne and warmly by Tallulah. Forever enthusiastically squeezed and hugged them even tighter. A bit jealous of how Philza could shield them both with his wings during their own hugs and how he could only wish that his arms would be strong enough to defend them when the time comes.

“OK, now it’s for real. Richas, let’s go!”

But, when Richarlyson appeared in front of him, paints and canva already put inside his backpack, his smile had a different tint in it and, between his curls, Forever could recognize the flame that always appeared when that kid’s inner demon - not his terrifying artistic alter ego, though, the general demon that lives inside every rascal kid - woke in search of chaos.

He immediately became wary.

‘Chay, Talluh, can I tell you a secret about Pai Forever? 0-0’

Both siblings immediately nodded.

“Ohh, gossip. I like, I like.” Philza snorted at the affronted look in Forever’s face. 

“Vai contar nada, vai contar nada, seu muleque atentado! Nem sei o que tu vai falar, mas não vai falar não. Que que é isso, Richarlyson, tá se virando contra o seu próprio pai?” (You’re telling nothing, you’re telling nothing, you absolute brat. I don’t even know what you’re about to say but you’re telling nothing. What is it, Richarlyson, are you turning against your own dad?)

During the entire scold Richas kept jumping around in circles with the utmost, simple delight, wiggling his body and tail in sync in front of Forever, as if daring him to let go of the other two eggs to go and actually catch him, like a cat looking deep into your eyes before throwing the cup right off your table.

He put a sign on the ground.

‘Pai Forever is absurdly, awfully, very, very, ticklish. And it’s so funny because he always agrees to give us anything when we tickle attack him at home.'

“WHAAAAAT! RICHARLYSON, TU VAI FICAR DE CASTIGO, SEU OVO SAFADO. VAI PASSAR O RESTO DA VIDA NAQUELE CASTELO ASSOMBRADO LÁ DO TEU PAI CELLBIT. VOU CHAMAR O ELMARIANA PRA PUXAR TEU PÉ DE NOITE” (RICHARLYSON, YOU’RE GOING TO GET GROUNDED, YOU RASCAL. YOU’RE GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN YOUR DAD CELLBIT’S HAUNTED CASTLE. I’M GOING TO CALL ELMARIANA TO PULL YOUR FEET IN THE NIGHT.)

His kid, his beautiful, beautiful baby boy that he would explode the entire island for and go through the literal hell all over again if it meant that he would be finally safe, only looked at him in a confused expression - as if the lil shit just couldn’t tell why his dear pai was running away from him as he tried to get closer - and began following his steps as Forever tried to put distance between them, holding Chayanne and Talullah the farthest away from his torso that he could while the two squirmed trying to escape and attack.

In the end his back ended up hitting the tree and, without being able to get his items to flee, he had nowhere to go.

“Wait, wait, wait, don-” A chortle escaped the very exact moment Richas began drilling on his sides, making Forever want to bounce up and down with the sudden tickly energy that shot through his entire body, leaving his mouth with a big, dazzling smile and his arms to fall in an attempt to protect himself from the tickling, which inevitably brought the other children close and sealed his fate.

Tallulah was bold, briefly looking at his face for any sign of discomfort before carefully shoving her claws under his armpit, scratching the ticklish skin with ease, but for the loud shriek that this resulted one could think that she just unlocked a full, unmerciful on a tickle attack.

Chayanne took a bit longer, giving his surroundings and sky a wary look, as if a monster would appear the very second he lowered his guard, only to end up finding his father’s gaze, who was watching at them with a soft expression and nodding encouragingly. The little (way to young) warrior relaxed and also took the job of scribbling, encircling and digging (just the tiniest bit, he had to be mindful about his claws after all) the other armpit, fish just more squeals and plenty of gleeful laughter with that.

Forever felt like he was about to jump out of his skin, his body going crazy at the ‘it tickles, it tickles so so much!’ feeling while his brain was still caught in the need to not move around too much to not hurt any kid with his squirms. All of which ended up with the blonde doing a weird little dance around the spot that brought plenty of giggles and amused snickers from the young ones.

Now, the similarity between Philza and Bad is that, while he wasn’t exactly the one who created it, Philza was more than inclined and wouldn’t necessarily refuse to add to a chaotic situation it if the chance came, if he felt like it.

That is why he stepped close, winking at them. “I think it’s better if you just agree to their terms, Forever.”

“I-I” the adult tried to bite back another giggling fit, but their tickles were so goddamn light and maddening- “I don’t even snk know what thehey want!”

“Just agree to give them anything then.”

Forever shook his head. He knew his son enough to understand how much of a pain in the ass that decision could become.

“Needing more convincing? Well, kids, you saw it.”

“Filho da puta-” (Son of a bitch-), and Forever threw his head backwards in more laughter, more squeaks, more half squirms.

Now, Philza may not know Portuguese. However, six months sharing an island with 7 brazilians and plenty of reasons to swear taught him well what some words meant. He snorted, half amused and half affronted.  

“Do NOT swear in front of the children.” Then, a wicked grin was formed in his expression.“You know what? I think the eggs need a little help.”

Forever’s eyes got wide when he saw the avian stepping close, cracking his fingers, making an electric shiver run across his spine and spread through his nerves, making his fingertips tingle with adrenaline and anticipation. 

His legs tensed in preparation for the chase, unfortunately, his son knew him too well.

In a blink Richarlyson threw himself on his legs and hugged them, successfully stopping him from even trying to escape. And those extra pieces of time were all that Philza needed. As fast as he was to defend and attack, he positioned himself right in front of the president, firmly pressing his shoulder to the tree and not really, truly, preventing him from escaping, but successfully securing him in place, in the same time.

“Ok, kids, what I know for a fact is that his neck is a very bad spot…” He demonstrated it by lightly tracing and wiggling his nails on said place, all of the dragon hybrids watching attentively as the action made Forever lose himself in a sea of snickers and yelps, a stronger reaction only coming out when two more tiny hands got mixed in the fun when Chayanne and Talullah tried mirroring their dad.

“But a spot that could make him cave…” Philza hummed before turning to the young one with a red mushroom cow head. “What do you think, Richarlyson? His hips or the back of his ribs?”

Richas looked at his dad. 

At how dark have been the circles under his eyes since he came back, at how he kept chatting with the islanders but never truly talking to them, how he always kept running off to another project or meeting, always saying that Richas was his son and his best friend and the only one he could trust when they got caught up in the middle of the night building and decorating his base.

He saw how, until now, he hadn’t run away. Through the teases, the attacks and tickles, he stayed.

And so, he smirked. 

Placed a sign.

‘Both?’

“Geez, I’m never getting into a tickle fight with you, mate.” Even so, the avian reflected his smirk right back at him and both turned to look at Chayanne and Talullah, who nodded in understanding and placed their claws on the back of his ribs. 

“Nononono! Wait!” Philza placed his free hand on his hips, thumb pressing the spot right above the bone, the palm resting on the back of his spine. Forever’s speech became more high pitched and much faster, with nervous, delirious chuckles already spilling and spinning in the air. “None of you said what you wanted from me! That is not justo, uh, just, huh, fair! Calma aí, come on, wait, wait, wait!”

They did not, in fact, wait.

For a second, once again, everything else in the world disappeared. There were no code monsters, no Federation, no Purgatory or anything else but the warm, electric feeling of fingers and claws prodding, pinching and scratching that took over his entire senses, making his laughter ring free in a song composed of yelps, shrieks, squeals and snickers that filled the air. There was nothing else but the fun, the joy and the warmth of a careful touch and silly taunting smiles that his heart melt with care over and over again.

In the end, after more laughter, plenty of teasing and lots of snorts, they finally agreed to ask him to visit them again after a couple of days for a nice picnic. A request which, in between leftover chuckles, plenty complains and a few gleeful tears, Forever agreed, a plan of vengeance already forming in his brain.

#Ler!Philza #Ler!Tallulah #Ler!Bad #Ler!Richarlyson #qsmp tickling #Ler!Chayanne #Ticklish!Forever #Ler!Pac #Ler!Mike #I loved the idea of Philza using his feathers for evil tickly purposes ok like PLEASE it has so much potential!!! #Also I didn't add a tickle scenario with Cellbit and Forever and yeah I am sad too but I couldn't imagine it so :( #Very sad face the divorced keep losing :( #cheer up tickles #I don't think Tallulah and Chayanne were too true to their character here but I tried. I only started watching Phil's pov recently :") #Phil and Forever at every second around each other: he is so not over me like god that is so embarrasing how much he still wants me geez #Bad and Forever actively annoying each other gives me so much happiness like <3 <3 <3 yeah yeah get insufferable plssss #Look I am all but a simply person who LOVES hurt/comfort and an entire arc that showed us one of my faves characters going thro hell and- #-being SAVED by his friends and family who literally refused to let him lost himself no matter how much he was forced to push them away? #HECK YEAH #Look look I still lay awake in my bed thinking about Phil saying 'Forever. I know you would've never agreed to that if it wasn't for a- #-good reason' and Forever laughing and saying 'That is the funny part Philza. I never agreed to anything!!' #And he saying that he promised to Chay that he would protect Tallulah no matter what and then he starts laughing 'Isn't that funny Phil?' #AUGH #And don't even get me STARTED about his and Cellbit's screaming match in the end OWWW HOW CAN THEY BE SO GOOD AT RP FUCK MEEEE #Also yeah I am actively ignoring what is happening in canon rn while still adding the virus to my fic like we give them the ol razzle dazzl #qsmp tickles #Kanene's fanfic #Kanene's fic

[vanitaws]

skk fic rec list

(this is also so I can keep track of my faves)

one-shots -> anywhere between 1k and 9k words

call me selfish - banishedimmortal - 5.48k mori makes chuuya use corruption, dazai finds out and saves him and tries to convince fukuzawa to let him join the agency.

steps to happiness - setosdarkness - 1.95k dazai is a single parent with atsushi as his kid and chuuya is dtsushi's teacher. a day in the life of atsushii who has to put up with dazai trying to make chuuya his other father.

imagine being loved by me - lunarumbra - 2.85k chuuya loses his memory, including the memories of his husband, dazai.

information exchange - setosdarkness - 1.71k aku and chuuya get kidnapped by enemies who are looking for atsushi. they regret everything. -> this is more sskk ft skk but its still one of my favourite skk fics

like father, like son - outermind - 1.35k soukokou and shin soukokou live togther. kunikida finds out

a reminder of our love (is all i need) - ecchisenpai - 4.57k 18!dazai (who's in love w chuuya and not in detail) gets sent to present day yokohama and meets 22!dazai (who's in love w chuuya but is very much in denial).

like a bed of roses (there's a dozen reasons in this gun) - blueoysterkit - 7.24k hanahaki soukokou au except they both have it for each other at the same time but the other doesn't know

long-ish -> about 10k to 25k

zut alors! i have missed one! - forest_raccoon - 20.8k (not chaptered) basically little mermaid au kinda ft sskk where atsushi is a prince, aku is a mermaid prince, dazai is a cook, and chuuya is a crab but he's also arahabaki's vessel

yokohama public high school - almost as crazy as their pep rallies - blowing your mind - 20.7k (not chaptered) the student body's attempt on getting chemistry teacher dazai and coach nakahara together ft sskk as two of the students

welcome to the port agency! - lunarumbra - 17.9k (4 chapters) sskk are interns at some kinda media agency (tbh idk what it's called) and skk are they're mentors ft growing relationship sskk and established skk

right of god - setosdarkness - 24.6k (8 chapters) atsushi wakes up only to find everyone aside from aku and chuuya gone, now he must team up w them to figure out what's wrong -> this is more focused on the plot line than any relationship (not to say the relationship isn't there bc it is) but i still really like it so I'm including it

long -> 25k+

you won't lose me (so don't leave me behind) - hybridempress - 163.6k (14 chapters) dazai convinces chuuya to leave the port mafia in less than 200k words

you have a heartbeat (you're real, you're here, you're human) - mostladylikeladythateverladied - 132.4k (13 chapters) part 2 of the previous fic where chuuya is now a part of the ada and happy w dazai but a strange death make rip his future from him -> i read both these fics in the same day they're honestly amazing

bad enough for you - maristella - 28.6k (6 chapters) dazai and chuuya swap abilities and arahabki was never the same (arahabaki hates dazai more than chuuya hates arahabaki)

stars and silence (I'll share them both with you) - irelanictari, lavibookman - 46.1k (10 chapters) a legend of korra type au where dazai is a waterbender and participates in pro-bending w atsushi and aku, and chuuya is the firebender and best friends with aku but he has a massive secret

hunt me down - purplesan - 42.1k (10 chapters) dazai tries to kill himself in the forest where arahabaki (chuuya) and his followers live but chuuya wont let that happen

the act of being human - purplesan - 31.5k (10 chapters) chuuya is a robot caretaker employed by dazai's parents to look after him and care for him. dazai hates him at first but begins to like him as the story progresses -> this is a ship fic but ill say it here and it's mentioned in the authors note that there's no actual romance while dazai is a kid

pretendence - purplesan - 28.9k (11 chapters) the main focus of this one is shin soukokou rather than soukokou but its like a prequel/sequel to the fic mentioned before so ill add it - it does still include skk tho

#jfc that took me ages #but idk I have nothing else to do #might do this for other ships #I have a lot of fics for bkdk and victuuri and nico and will and I have some for catradora #I spent an hour going through my entire ao3 history trying to find the act of being human bc I forgot to save it like I had all the others #bungo stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai osamu #osamu dazai #soukoku #bsd manga #fics #fic rec #fanfiction #fanfics #bsd fic

[belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas]

List 10 comfort shows and tag 10 people

I was tagged by @twig-tea (thank you!). This is really difficult because I don't tend to re-watch shows. When I'm obsessed I read fanfic, find FMV's on youtube, and search the tag on Tumblr for gifs and meta lol. I tend to go to books and music for comfort in preference to other media. That being said, here are a few shows that have brought me comfort, that I have re-watched at least once, and that made me cry when I needed that catharsis.

Bad Buddy. Nobody needs me to do a shout out for this show, but I knew I was going to love it from the first teaser trailer, I watched it live from episode one, and I re-watched all episodes released before each new episode dropped. It is also the first BL that I ever shared with an IRL person. It's the perfect mix of fantasy, romance, reality, and comedy.

Until We Meet Again. The heartbreak, the healing, the pain, the inevitability, the love. It gets me every time. I'm a sucker for anything that rips my heart out and then shoves it back in.

Triage. Time loops and time travel and changing ones fate because of love and friendship and light in the darkness and nobody being perfect, but also being able to change and how our lives are made of connections and past circumstances and our choices are influenced by the opportunities we have and what support we get.

It's OK to not be OK. There's a theme here, I know hahaha. Intergenerational trauma and healing, how damaged people can help each other, and the importance of family. I binged this show and there are many scenes that I go back to watch when I'm feeling a certain way. I think this show reminds me a lot of one of my all time favourite stories ever. If you love intergenerational trauma and healing and feeling like a monster and grief and love and family, then please, I beg you, go and find and read Fruits Basket.

Bromance. One of the first Taiwanese dramas I ever watched. I know it can be controversial, but I've enjoyed stories that deal with gender identity since I was a teenager. I've never felt particularly connected to societal expectations for the presentation of my own femininity and I have always felt that gender is unimportant for my personal attraction to people. Having people in stories who are unashamedly loved for themselves, no matter the gender people think they are, or the expectations placed on them because of their gender or gender presentation feel so comforting to me. I really love Coffee Prince for the same reasons. There are also several books and manga that I revisit regularly that have this theme.

Eien no kinou. Yes, it is heartbreaking, but it is so soft and gentle about it. The idea that the universe would conspire to give you time to say goodbye to someone you love is so beautiful.

Old Fashion Cupcake. The unknown influences we have on people, the romance of learning to live not merely exist after losing that for ourselves, people who aren't teenager or young adults having a beautiful love story and finding happiness with each other. It's just very comforting to me.

Leverage. The found family, and making the world a little bit better, and how evil people hurt others not because they care, but because they don't care, how grief colours everything. I think this show is a masterpiece and the way that the episodes mostly follow a heist of the week is also very comforting because I can watch just one episode and not feel like I have to keep watching.

Avatar: The Last Airbender. Oh would you look at that, more trauma! But for all the pain, there is love, and laughter, and healing, and "That's rough, buddy".

Full Metal Alchemist. Yes, Brotherhood is objectively better, but I watched the original anime with my best friends in high school and it has been on my list of forever faves since then. Nothing has ever hit the same emotional devastation as the reveal of what happens to Nina (iykyk). But the love and devotion in this story always wraps me up like a warm hug.

I did not realise I had that much to say about TV shows or how many themes my favourite media have in common XD

If you haven't been tagged and want to do this, please jump in and take this as your invite! I'm not sure who has done this, so I'm going to tag a few people, but no pressure if you don't want to or already have :) @axolola, @chalkrevelations, @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered, @vera9, @neoncoloredglasses, @theflagscene, @omarandjohnny

#tag game #comfort shows #trauma and love and healing #this makes me want to go back and watch all of these again #plus read everything they remind me of #and a few that didn't make it on the list lol

[hotgirlstiles]

hotgirlstiles fic recs!!

VERY SPECIFIC REC: u know those fics where its alive hale family and theyre all a little older and stiles has the BIIIIGGEST cutest crush on derek hale except he isnt close w derek but he IS close w the entire hale family who is practically in love w him?? well boy do i have TWO fics for you…

only by entering the wolf’s den and the key!! these are probably the cutest and greatest fics to ever live.. also more recs under the cut cause i have been collecting them like gold

everything, everywhere (every day) is a pack vacation fic and IM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SHEESH. dereks ablittke annoying but fucking hell its SO worth it 😭😭 my mom was listening to the song true loudly from the other room and it started playing during the confession scene and desr god it felt like a fucking movie bro

everything, everywhere (every day) is a pack vacation fic and IM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SHEESH. dereks ablittke annoying but fucking hell its SO worth it 😭😭 my mom was listening to the song true loudly from the other room and it started playing during the confession scene and desr god it felt like a fucking movie bro

keep it together <3 sorry couldnt resist not putting it here i feel like i’ll always include this in every fic rec i have 💗 it’s my most favorite supernatural creature stiles fic to exist 🫶🫶🧸

california is a series and it has two works and i swear to god bro it’s the hottest fucking fic i have ever read. it’s pure smut though so don’t get mad at me 😭 its genuinely so hot and is everything i like..

all the roads that led to you OF COURSE A SWEET SWEET WONDERFUL DEREK CHARACTERIZATION POST S2 FIC <33333 yall already KNOWWWW how fucking obsessed i am w post s2 fics where the characterizations are just fucking CHEFS KISS! this is so so good (my bookmarked lines: “if i lose you, too, i’m not surviving it this time.” / he wishes he could turn 18 and suddenly wash his hands under the sea the way macbeth yearned to.)

it’s pack research ok this is a littke pwp that focused more on the plot but its soooo cute 😭 stiles decides to read werewolf erotica and its sooo silly.. the pack makes fun of him though and the author wrote it rly well .. this is just so goofy i loooorv it 🥰

things thicker than water 🥺🥺 okay y’all already know how much i love me some whump stiles and this author is a fucking GOLDMINE for whump stiles ESPECIALLY stiles claudia relationship! their fics r my fucking fave honestly theyre always on the forefront of my mind.. this one is of my faves especially <3

words alone !!! another one of my fav nogitsune fics 🥺 just fucking obsessed with their relationship in this one and how derek handles the whole situation. just obsessed with derek

unstable OKAY I POSTED THIS ALREADY BUT I JUST HAD TO SAY IT AGAIN. this is one of my fav fucking fics holy shit. stiles is psychotic and its just. really good. i love how the author handles it and how it affects stiles’ relationships and i especially love how derek reacts to it. i just fucking love this whole fic i lovelovelove this derek characterization it’s everything to me🥺

love so hard, it could rip my throat out All right.. another post s2 fic.. sorry i’m a little obsessed with these type of fics abd by that i mean post s2 and sterek a little unhealthy and hiding from everyone and finding solace in each other and derek isnt some weird asshole macho asshole.. hes just in love with stiles.. dear lord!

let’s get lost. really really REALLY good fic! its. kinda canon divergence from s3a and it just deals with stiles issues from the darkness and again. very amazing derek characterization. what do yall expect from me 🤷‍♀️

first son, last chance THIS IS SOOOOO GOOD it’s way way intense and violent especially in the last parts but its SO good. yall know how much i love me some bodyguard derek sooo 🥰🥰😘

a bro’s guide to surviving an assassination attempt. ANOTHER BODYGUARD DEREK 🥰🥰🥰 this one was reallyyyyy really nice and goofy and cute! my bookmarked lines: i’m going to need you to be a big, brave boy for me now, okay? / god. you have hometown hero written all over you.

“… all Derek wants to do is lock him away in a safe place and then tear LA apart piece by piece until his claws are sunk in Kate’s throat. It’s revenge for his pack, yes, but there’s something else there, now. Something Stiles shaped.”

destiny sucks. this might be my last rec since its getting too long 😭 but sheesh. this one. just love derek in this one. its post s3a and stiles dealing w the darkness & his spark yet again but how derek deals w/ his anxiety attacks is just so 🥺once read this while listening to this love by taylor swift and sobbed violently

through time and space is really reallyyyyy cute 🥺 derek gets time traveled to the past (he’s from the future where theyre older n rogether) and sees teenager stiles and is just. ahhhh its so so sweet and endearing i love this so much

ok i lied. the taming of the wolf! canon divergence where derek lives in the burnt hale house nd stiles befriends him.. heehee<3 its all so sweet and cute. one scene always stays w me it’s derek fighting and screams at stiles to run and stiles actually does because he knows derek trusts him to do it and knows that derek wouldnt want him to get hurt 🥺 its a really nice difference from the usual stiles scenes when derek says that and it was really sweet to me.. like it makes sense to me..

OK LAST ONE I PROMMY. the beginner’s guide to everyday magic. Ok. stiles gets pushed out of the pack BUT IN A WAY THAT MAKES TOOOOTAL SENSE! yall know i wouldnt give yall a pushed out of pack that doesnt make any sense! this shit was toooo good! stiles moves to the countryside and its just SO good. really warm and good

OK LAST ONE AGAIN. all your problems are distractions. ok this doesnr focus on sterek much because it’s post s3a where scott is being his usual adorable self who just wants to help allison & stiles but it kinda goes crazy 🥺 allison and stiles’ genders are changed and it’s basically a story on how they handle it. i am not immune to a really good and cute stallison fic okay!

WAIT WAIT OKAY LAST ONE LEGIT! traces by siand!!!!! one of the few siand fics i like LOL this is a deleted fic.. its post nogitsune and im soooo fucking in love w this it’s basically everything i want and need in a Post nogutsune fic!! ALSO THE DEREK IN THIS ONE IS SOOO FUCKING GOOD YALLLL i wish siand would go back to writing derek like this uts sooo fucking good 😭 def recommend!

wait okay this one FUCK i almost forgot! but thunderstorms and police lullabies. THIS THE FUCKING ONE UALLLLL!!!! fix it fic for before boyd dies .. oh gid man. just a really good fic for stiles healing and a wonderful pack. its seriously one of the fics i always reread its so so soothing and healing. kinda wish the sciles was a little better but its honestly so worth it..

ok that’s all ❤️❤️❤️ enjoy the fics .. 💗

#txt #sterek #WHEW this was a work out #sorry if theyre kinda known ok i have delusions about these fics

[luucypevensie]

Cute Character Questions: Julia Adler, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

MY FAVE GEM QUEEN, THANK YOU ALEXANDRA! Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene and @ginger-grimm, Julia’s biggest fans

The Basics

Name: Julia Adler

Age: 16-17 around s4 of teen wolf

Zodiac Sign: cancer

One Good Trait: julia is a pretty honest person; she doesn’t like to lie, unless if it’s absolutely necessary

One Bad Trait: her honestly has led to some unexpected bluntness that people don’t really appreciate

Habits

One Bad Habit: julia has a tendency to lose her temper really quickly; it has led to a lot of trips to the principals office

One Good Habit: she’s actually pretty self-sufficient: cooks her own dinner if her mom or brother isn’t home, keeps her room really tidy etc

One Habit They Can’t Break: she cracks her bones WAY too often (lucas hates it, and yells at her whenever she does it to annoy him)

One They’ve Broken: julia listened to music incredibly loud growing up; loud enough that her mother was worried she’d burst her eardrums, and asked her to please stop

What They’re Afraid Of: losing her brother, her other half

Family

Their Parents’ Names: Cecile Adler and Hades, Greek God of the Underworld

Their Siblings’ Names: lucas adler (twin brother)

Favorite Childhood Memory: her first horseback lesson (she adored horses, and always wanted to learn how to ride one)

Favorite Childhood Toy: a my little pony figurine

Embarrassing Story: julia was at a riding lesson when she suddenly noticed her father watching her in the shadows (he decided to randomly check in because hades had wanted to make sure the twins were doing alright). she did a double take because she was certain she was seeing things… which caused her to accidentally kick her horse forward. the horse bolted forward so quickly that julia fell off and broke her right arm from landing on it awkwardly

Favorite Family Member: Lucas (it’s the twin thing; the two of them argue all the time, but they would die for one another)

A Story About That Family Member: lucas overheard two lacrosse players talking smack about julia one day in the boys locker room. he got so incensed that he nearly went over to beat them up, but he held back because he knew that his sister would be able to handle them way better than he would. so, lucas told her what he heard, and she just WHALED on them

What They Prefer

coffee or tea

showering in the day or night

taking baths or taking showers

tv or movies

writing or reading

platonic or romantic love

iced tea or lemonade

ice cream or smoothies

cupcakes or cake

beach or mountains

Favorites

Song: i am not a woman, i’m a god by halsey

Band: hey monday

Outfit: grey plaid shirt over white t-shirt, ripped jeans, black combat boots, and a black choker, hair up in messy bun

Place: athens, greece

Memory: the first time she rode arion, julia felt like they were flying through the air with how fast they were running

Person(s): laurel davis and grace clarke

Movie: scream (julia loves horror films)

Show: the haunting of hill house

#oc: julia adler #fic: two worlds #tv: teen wolf #oc asks #dancingwith-sunflowers #THANKS AGAIN ALEXANDRA

[lonelypond]

Purple

Maki & Rin, NicoMaki RinPana mentions, Love Live, 695 words

Maki and Rin have a not so serious conversation.

Purple

“It was a one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater Sure looks strange to me”

“Does it sound strange to you, Maki?” Rin slid into the opposite side of the booth from Maki, tray full of deep fried finger food ready to be shared

“What were you singing?”

“Kayo-chin’s finding all these weird Halloween songs for the party playlist. That my fave so far.”

“Did she get the werewolf ones I sent her?” Maki started on the french fries, dipping them in her chocolate milkshake. Rin fake gagged, then chugged a handful of jalapeno poppers to chew while singing.

“I lose control, I just can't stop You look so good, like a big pork chop Ripped my pants, ripped my shirt I'm going to eat your mother for dessert”

“That’s disgusting.” Maki snapped.

“I know. Does Nico know you like that song? Or your Mom?”

“I meant eating while singing. And who said I liked that song?”

“It was first on the list.”

Maki lowered her eyes, pretending to be focused on sipping her shake, slight flush on her cheeks. “I like to be thorough.”

“Thorough like a chainsaw.” Rin sawed back and forth through the air. “Does Halloween bring out the beast in you, Maki-chan?”

“There is no beast in me. And you’re practically a cat.”

“Nyat what we’re talking about, Fang-y.”

“Did you decide on your costume.”

“No no, no hints. Nobody will recognize Rin.”

“There’s only so many of us going to party. Line up heights, stare at the tiniest two, realize that one’s not Nico and…” Maki flipped her hands open.

“Rin could wear platforms. Or…did Nico decide on a costume?”

Maki grimaced, grinding a french fry to pulp, “She won’t listen to reason.”

“She still thinks you want to go with Eli?”

Maki hesitated. “Not really. But she got really mad when I suggested she could go as Frankie.”

Rin giggled. “You could have said Bond.”

“That would have made it worse.”

“Nozomi and Eli are coming as Sailor Neptune and Uranus anyway.”

“Yeah, they got Stars. Lucky. What else were we supposed to do with ‘Deadly’?”

“Yeah, that’s tough. You can’t really dress up like a heart attack. Maybe you could be a werewolf attack. Nico likes red. And you could sing about chainsaws: Eat you cooked, eat you raw, I'm going to rip you up like a big chainsaw.”

“Nico’s love for red would not include ‘covered in fake blood,’ Rin.”

“You don’t know if you don’t ask.”

“I do, I really do.” Maki leaned back, smirking. “Plus, my costume looks good, Kotori gave me some tips. Nico will only fake complain that there’s no way I can be hotter than her, but not really mind.”

Rin still had no idea how Nico and Maki worked as a couple, but their friction had sharpened into public flirting that kindled fiercely private contentment. That made her happy for her friends.

“What is Nico coming as?”

“Like you, she won’t say. Just that it’ll be killer.” Maki frowned, “I think Hanayo knows. She and Nico keep giggling on the phone and sending pics back and forth.”

Rin hadn’t noticed. Her head tilted, eyes blinking. Kayo-chin told her everything.

“Don’t go there, Rin. Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Kayo-chin would never hurt me.”

“But she’s keeping a Nico-chan secret.”

Nico-chan would feel hurt, betrayed. It would be Rin’s fault and Nico would be mad at Kayo-chin.

Rin squared her shoulders, “Rin won’t ask.”

Maki's phone pinged, “It’s time to meet them anyway. Nico wants to watch something called “Werewolf By Night” Honoka says Umi passed out during.”

Rin stood up, “People are weird.”

“How?”

“If Honoka were actually attacked by a werewolf, Umi would chop it in half before it could bite anybody. But on a TV screen…”

Maki chuckled, “Well, I’m glad Umi faints instead of chopping screens in half.”

“Yeah.”

“But people are weird.”

“Says Fangy with a chainsaw.”

“Don’t even start.”

“Already did.”

“Leaving you behind.”

At that, Rin sprinted off, “Last one there’s a werewolf loser.”

Maki sent Nico a “meet us at the corner instead” text. Rin couldn’t win if she didn’t know where the finish line was.

A/N:

I love not so serious Maki and Rin conversations. And werewolf-ery, but you probably know that already ; ) Rin and Hanayo's word was "Witchcraft." Any costume guesses?

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #mention of Yazawa Nico #RinPana #Hoshizora Rin #mention of Koizumi Hanayo #Halloween #costumes #fun #friendship #french fries

[c-nan]

okay so melissa sue anderson left little house on the prairie bc she thought they exhausted all of mary’s storylines and there was no more for her character but she was WRONG so i complied a list of writing choices the show writers could’ve done to extend her story the rest of the series:

1. mary and adam could have adopted james and cassandra cooper

to me, it would’ve made so much more sense if mary and adam adopted james and cassandra, rather than ma and pa (bc of space + money reasons). this would’ve keep mary in the show longer bc they could’ve have episodes focusing around the kids adjusting to life with mary and adam being their new parents (BAM, happy mary episodes). there would be episodes of the kids at school and mary helping them and such (which would ofc bring more mary and laura interaction bc i loved their sister bond). and of course they’d still visit ma and pa (esp with cassandra being carrie’s only friend and james looking up to albert), so mary would get tons more screen time, even in the eps that don’t revolve around her.

(also, i love cassandra, she’s super cute and a great addition to the show, but like. she takes a lot away from carrie i feel, and i don’t think it would’ve been that way if mary and adam would’ve adopted cassandra (and james) instead)

2. mary could’ve gotten pregnant again and the baby could’ve lived

she lost her first one before it was even born and she lost her second to a horrific house fire, the least the writers could do is give her a baby that lives!! the real mary ingalls never got married, never got children, so i found it unnecessarily cruel that they give the fictionalized character two and then take them both away for what? shock value? stupid imo. a part of me believes that they tried to give her a happier ending than the real mary ingalls, but honestly this seems worse than never being married or having children at all. ANYWAY, with the trauma of losing her first two children, having another would bring on a great, long-term storyline of her and adam being paranoid of any harm that may hypothetically come to it (which would be subtly weaved into mary-centric episodes about her and adam having a family) but by the end of the series, the child would still be happily alive and she’d be HAPPY!!!! and still living in walnut grove of course <3

3. mary and adam could’ve moved back to sleepy eye

adam could’ve gotten a job at that one firm (remember the one Important Lawyer Guy wanting him at his firm after the land case??), and mary could’ve kept the blind school open and teach with hester sue (what she’s wanted to do HER WHOLE LIFE). i think the stupidest thing the writers did to her story was to introduce this wonderful teaching opportunity, have her fall in love with all her students and with teaching, having the perfect life, JUST to rip it all away bc stupid-ass adam got his eyesight back and decide he doesn’t give two shits about the blind school or the kids bc now he can be a lawyer despite all the work they went through continuously to keep the school going. who cares what mary wants?? adam sure doesn’t. and idk, mary not giving much of a fight to stay in sleepy eye and continue to teach never sat right with me, it’s not in her character and honestly feels like an injustice to her. i feel her having the opportunity to go back and fight for her school to reopen would be more true to how she’s been established all these years and would definitely get her a two-parter and keep her in the show (even if we only see her on the odd ep when they travel to sleepy eye for work. better than nothing 🤷)

4. (my personal fave and not an option for the show but can’t a girl dream) mary could’ve left adam bc he doesn’t respect her life and wishes, and go back to sleepy eye to reopen the blind school. there, she could’ve eventually fell in love with one of the female townsfolk and finally live her best lesbian life surrounded by people who love and appreciate her

if i hadn’t made it clear yet, i hate adam and i love any alternative where he is most definitely not a part of mary’s life lmfao. sure, they had their cute moments but i cannot get over the fact that more often than not, he’s an asshole and i can’t stand him <3 the complete disregard for her wishes (taking her away from TEACHING) really irks my ass and not for a second did he stop and think “is there anyway i can achieve my dream without taking away mary’s?” no. no he didn’t, he didn’t care, he didn’t even ask her. like. dude. i feel this would be the perfect ending for her, and many episodes could be used to show her befriending the female townsperson, becoming good friends, and eventually fall in love (and this lady would APPRECIATE HER!!) all the while reopening the blind school and finally getting her happy ending!!!!! idk, it’s perfect to me, there’s no flaws in this one but ik the 80’s (and honestly today too) were too homophobic for this 🙄 it’s real for me, it’s canon idc.

final notes

i’m well aware there’s probably a million more ideas i can come up with and when i do i’ll just rb an addition, but these are the best i’ve got right now!! and notice how i was able to add to her storyline without giving her unbearable anguish?? wish the writers could’ve done that!! but no!! alas, i work with the cards i’m dealt, and i’ve spent a lot of time thinking of these alternatives which helps sooth the pain of awful writing choices.

i guess i’m just upset they took a character with so much potential (and one of the most interesting storylines imo) and just give her nothing and reduce her to nothing more than a wife. by the end of her story, it seemed like she was just there to be adam’s side-piece which doesn’t sit right with me. she deserved better than that and melissa sue anderson deserved better than that (she is SUCH an amazing actress, and it really sucks to see her put on the back burner since s5)

anyway, ik im yelling into the void here but idc i needed to get it all written down lol

#JUSTICE FOR MARY!!!!! #the adam hate is so evident in this lmfao i appologize if you like adam #i’ve honestly tried and i found it impossible to like him 🤷 #oh well #this is about MARY not him it’s her turn #mary ingalls #little house on the prairie #lhotp #this isn’t proof read lmao hope it makes sense

[little-diable]

2 am Texts - Professor Tom Holland (smut)

As some of you may know @lov3nerdstuff is one of my fave writers on here, Kay‘s fic „virtual strangers“ (a must read you'll find on my fic recs list) shamelessly inspired this. A big thank you to @penguintransporter for encouraging me to keep on writing. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: An unknown number texts Tom in the middle of the night, forcing his attention away from grading his stack of exams. And somehow he finds himself obsessed with the stranger that keeps holding contact with him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, vaginal sex, sexting, dom!Tom, age gap (the reader is legal), professor x student

Pairing: Professor Tom Holland x fem!student!reader (3.8k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

It was way past 2 am and Tom was still sitting in his office, grading the exams and papers that have kept him busy for the past hours. Only a small lamp illuminated the dark room, not helping Tom with his ever growing tiredness; he’d fall asleep soon, head hitting the table, comfortably placed on top of the papers. 

He didn’t avert his gaze as he reached for his cup of tea, momentarily allowing the comforting scent to wrap itself around him, making him feel as if somebody had placed a warm blanket on his shoulders, gently hugging the young professor. His eyes threatened to fall shut, burning in exhaustion, a pain he couldn’t fight against.

The sound of his phone going off ripped Tom out of his thoughts, losing the line he had just reread for the fifth time. He reached for the device, unlocked it and clicked onto the message that had found its way to him. A text from an unknown number. 

“Hi, where are you? Seems like Mace and Dane already left; currently freezing my ass off. xxx”

For a moment all Tom did was stare at the screen, debating leaving whoever had texted him on read. But the small, nagging voice in the back of his head told him to reply, to make sure that they were safe and not dealing with any problems at 2 am. 

“Hi! Seems like you got the wrong number. Are you okay though? Do you need any help? Best, T.H.” 

Tom reread the message a few times before he put his phone down, forcing himself to focus on the papers he was supposed to work on. But he couldn’t concentrate, his gaze wandered back to his phone, teeth sunk into his lower lip as he impatiently waited for them to text him back. 

“Oh, I’m sorry for disturbing you! I’m okay, just trying to find a way home.”

Perhaps he should have left it at that, perhaps he shouldn’t have replied; but he did. Tom’s thumbs hit his screen over and over again, quickly typing his message with an uneasy feeling making itself comfortable in his chest. Something about this felt off, something about this situation left him wondering who the person on the other end of their messages was. Fuck, he was getting old; finding excitement in a stray text message like an old man who doesn’t have anything else to do.

“Can I help you? Should I send you an Uber?” 

He counted the seconds till they replied, thumbs hovering over his screen like a mad person addicted to this device. It was pathetic, perhaps even stupid, but he couldn’t stop waiting for their text, it had something exciting to it - texting with a stranger that is. 

“Thank you so much, but I already got in an Uber now! Sorry again for disturbing you!!”

Tom’s heart skipped a few beats, he didn’t want their conversation to stop there and then, but he also didn’t want to come off as a creep. Once again the young professor found himself debating deleting the chat, losing the number he had never heard from before; but he didn’t. 

“Alright, if you want to, text me when you made it home safely.” 

And she had texted him the second she had stepped into her home; she even had shared her first name with him, (y/n). That night Tom had fallen asleep with a smile tugging on his lips, with his heart beating in anticipation and his blood ringing in his ears. She also hadn’t stopped texting him the next day, when he had replied to the message she had shot him, sharing her whereabouts, and a few more details about herself. 

Now, as it was already late in the afternoon, Tom was still texting (y/n). 

“Tell me,Tom, what do you do, besides texting girls you don’t really know?” 

He found himself overthinking her messages, growing nervous whenever her name would pop up on his screen. But his nervousness had something addicting to it, something he was chasing like the highest waves he’d surf in summer. And like the sun burning down on him whenever he was getting lost at sea, she seemed to follow him around, growing comfortable in his thoughts. 

“I work as a history professor. What about you, besides going to parties and being ditched by your friends?” 

Tom had a hard time focusing, eyes forced away from his screen as his students started entering the room, hoping to find an empty seat. His heart sunk, now he’d have to turn off his phone, having to stay away from texting (y/n). It was pathetic, making him feel like a stranger obsessing over a person they’ve walked past once, nevertheless he found himself longing to learn more about her. 

With his thoughts starting to wander once again, he couldn’t help but paint a picture of her in his mind. What did she look like? Was she taller than him? Had she brown eyes or more colourful ones? 

But before he fell deeper into his thoughts like Hades obsessing over Persephone, trying to force her closer, he reached for his phone once again. 

“History?! I study history and English literature, and mind you, I rarely go to parties.” 

A sigh bled from his lips as Tom placed his phone down; he rose from his seat, tried to clear his thoughts, and started his lesson. Perhaps his students noticed the shift in his behaviour, he seemed nervous as if he was late to something important; perhaps they noticed how his gaze wandered down to his phone whenever he got a moment to breathe; but perhaps they didn’t pay him any attention, too focused on writing down what he spoke out loud. 

Was she interested in the topics he was teaching? Will they be able to share ideas and thoughts about their interests? Questions he’d chase till his lesson ended. 

“Professor?” A girl spoke up, drawing his eyes to her frame. He had seen her a few times before, she was gorgeous, a face one wouldn’t ever forget about – thoughts Tom had tried to stay away from – she was his student after all. “Would you mind going deeper into this topic for a moment? I wonder how they managed to attack if they had built their camp like that.”

Tom started explaining tactics, plans and weapons, eyes not straying from hers once. And for a few minutes he found himself distracted, no longer thinking of the stranger he had been talking to, though of the war he was teaching about. For a moment everything was back to normal, boring and mundane, a steady atmosphere he had been chasing for years now.

“If you have any further questions, feel free to visit me in my office hours. That’s all for today, I will see you next week.” 

Like an addict longing for a cigarette, Tom reached for his phone, fingertips burning from being pushed against the screen with as much pressure. A grin tugged on his lips as he typed his response, barely paying his leaving students any attention. 

“What area are you focusing on? Anything exciting?” 

“Can I see a picture of you? I’d like to know what the person who keeps spamming me looks like.” 

A snort left Tom as he read (y/n)’s message. By now he was all too used to her teasing, her bickering and the sarcastic messages he sometimes had a hard time understanding. No longer was he worrying about overstepping any invisible lines; no longer was he scared of annoying her; no, by now Tom was all too used to the tone of her messages; he was desperately trying to keep up with her. 

Even though Tom felt like he had known (y/n) for years, the voice in the back of his head kept growing louder, warning the professor about sending pictures that could give away more of his identity. It took him a while to scroll through his pictures, finding a blurry one that didn’t show enough to focus on his face. 

“I’m afraid this is all I can share for the time being; I think it’s only fair you send me one as well.” 

Tom counted the seconds it took her to reply, his heart started racing, not knowing what to expect. Over the past days the picture he had been painting with his thoughts had gotten clearer, thoughts that could now evaporate into thin air like smoke hitting the grey sky, blending in with the night. With his teeth pierced into his lower lip, he opened their chat, freezing as his eyes fell upon the picture she had messaged him. 

It was his student. The girl he had been speaking to today. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The phone fell from his hand as Tom threw his head back, allowing a deep groan to rumble through him. Of course this would happen to him. Of course fate would play a trick like that on him. He should block her number, should move on and never speak nor think of this again. 

But he couldn’t. Just the mere thought of cutting (y/n) off left his heart aching; so, he did what he shouldn’t do, he texted her back. 

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” 

Something inside of him clicked as if he had shut off the light inside his soul, luring the darkness out of the deepest corners of his body. He scrolled through his pictures again, stopping on a picture he had taken after another hard gym session. The picture showed off his sweat covered abs, chiselled from years of hard training, and parts of his face that could easily give away his identity if she’d stare at the picture for long enough.  

He shouldn’t send it to her, shouldn’t give into the calling that forced his thumbs to move, but he did – like a man whose thoughts were clouded by something sinister, a sick motive he found no shame in. Tom didn’t think twice before sending it to her with a simple “maybe you’ll enjoy this one too”. 

His smirk began to widen as he saw the three dots appearing, she was texting him back, typing a reply that would hopefully keep their conversation alive. For a moment he allowed himself to breathe, to close his eyes and deeply inhale.

What was he doing? Trying to sext with his student? The one he’d study every now and then when his eyes began to wander; the one that would instantly manage to catch his attention, unlike the rest of his students? 

“For somebody who doesn’t want to show off his face, you seem quite confident in showing off your body. I’m not complaining though.”

Tom’s deep laugh echoed through his house, and with the shake of his head he got back to texting. 

“We can always go back to sending one another pictures of our food, if you prefer that.” 

A storm was raging outside, rain kept hitting his windows as if mother nature herself was trying to stop the young man from doing this. Whatever this was. A harmless chat? Something more his brain couldn’t yet decipher? 

The sound of thunder rumbling through the night momentarily distracted Tom, eyes drawn away from his screen. He was engulfed by darkness, a darkness that allowed him to feel protected, as if his identity was hidden by the veil he found himself chasing. And as his eyes wandered back down to his phone, he felt all air leaving his lungs, having a hard time breathing.

(Y/n) had messaged him another picture, showing off more of her body, the skin his hands longed to explore. Blood started rushing to his twitching cock, fingers trembling in need, and for a fraction of a second all Tom could do was stare; breathe and stare. 

The memories of the night prior stuck to Tom. It hadn’t taken much more for the two of them to spiral into a conversation filled with teasing messages, pictures that showed off more than they should, and words they now couldn’t take back. 

He had painted his phone screen white within minutes, growling the name of the girl who had started sending him voice messages. And now, as Tom sat in his office, waiting for students to visit him, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He knew who she was - his student - and yet he hadn’t stopped texting her; yet he had urged her on, had guided her to the highest high with dirty words and a few simple tricks. 

“Professor?” His eyes snapped to the entrance of his office, cheeks burning red as his gaze found her frame. Fuck. “I’m sorry for disturbing you. I have a few questions about the paper.” 

“Please, (y/n), sit.” Her name rumbled through him before he could stop himself. For a second both froze; though for completely different reasons. While (y/n) felt pride simmering inside of her - not expecting the handsome professor to remember her name - Tom cursed himself for being this stupid. He’d ruin this before she could speak another vowel. 

Slowly she walked up to him, (y/n) sunk down in the chair vis-a-vis his, she placed her phone down on the table and reached for her laptop. Tom’s gaze lingered on her phone, and once again his cheeks started burning, in embarrassment; in shame; and in pride. He studied her every move, trying to distract his wandering thoughts. 

“I,” (y/n)’s eyes started to focus on his features, she was staring at him with something laced in her gaze he couldn’t decipher. “First I wanted to know how you feel about this as my overall research question?” 

He read through the paper, oblivious to the way she studied him. Tom could barely focus on the words she had scribbled down, the memories of last night found their way back to him like a criminal forced to remember what they had done. 

“I like it, it’s a bit broad though, perhaps focusing on one year instead of the whole century would help you.” Tom’s eyes met hers, and as if lightning had struck their bodies, both of them froze, growing uncomfortable in their seats. She didn’t reply, at least for another moment or two. She knew, Tom was sure of it, and now he had to decide whether to address what was going on or to ignore her behaviour. 

“Anything else I can help you with, (y/n)?” But she only shook her head, murmured a small ‘no, thank you’ and packed her bag. No further words were spoken as she rose from the seat and started walking towards the door. Seconds Tom’s mind used to push him towards speaking up, tongue kissing his teeth, lips burning in anticipation. 

“(Y/n), wait.” Once again she froze, eyes searching his. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” 

The rest of his words hung in the air, but (y/n) seemed to understand what he was talking about. She didn’t move, gave him another moment to speak up. But Tom kept quiet, a quietness she filled with a laugh rumbling through her. 

“I was quite sure about your identity last night, but I didn’t want to raise my hopes.” Raise her hopes? Like sand falling through an hourglass, his worries slowly but surely let go of him. One by one. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody about this, professor.” 

“Come here.” It was a simple command he spoke, full of curiosity, wondering - hoping - that she’d give in. Tom rose from his comfortable chair, he watched her approach, bag placed back down on the ground once again. No further words were spoken as (y/n) came to a halt in front of him. Slowly he raised his hand, he placed it on her cheek, thumb running along the lips he had been dreaming about.

He moved slowly, wanting to give her enough time to move away. But she didn’t, all (y/n) did was part her lips, allowing Tom to push his thumb down on her tongue. A silent ‘fuck’ rumbled through the man, the devil was tempting him, waiting for the professor to start touching his student.

“Can I?” (Y/n) nodded her head, and that’s all Tom needed to pull his hand away and to push his lips against hers. Her silent moans clawed through her, it filled every part of her body, exploding through the layers of flesh like a bullet ripping open her skin. They moved back to his table, bodies colliding with the surface, a pain (y/n) couldn’t pay any attention to. 

Impatient hands started exploring her body, he helped her onto his table, giving himself enough space to stand between her thighs. Tom’s lips moved down her throat, he was trying to map out her body, praying that this wasn’t his only chance of exploring every part of her beautiful self. 

“Tell me to stop and I will. I need to hear that you want this, darling.” His raspy voice left her trembling, eyes struggling to stay open, distracted by the waves of heat his touch elicited, pushing the new sensation through her system. 

“I want this, please, professor.” Tom’s groans shot shudders down her spine, both were desperate for more, anything they could use to still the insatiable hunger making itself comfortable in their bodies. Her hands moved down his front, moving over his clothed abs, feeling his muscles contract in uneven beats. She toyed with his belt as Tom tugged on her shirt, momentarily forcing her hands away from his body to free her from the confines of her clothes. 

They were playing a dangerous game, a game both would lose within the next moments. Neither Tom nor (y/n) was strong enough to go against the pleasure thumping through their bodies, forced to follow the commands their bodies were sending out. The warmth of his chest was radiating through her, his scent wrapped itself around her like a drug silencing her conscious thoughts. 

She freed his cock from his dark trousers, wrapped her fingers around his girth and started pumping his length. Yesterday night (y/n) had touched herself to the thought of doing this, thoughts running wild after studying the pictures Tom had messaged her. But this was real; and so much better than the pictures her mind had painted. 

Too many emotions were buzzing through them, guiding them through the ocean of thrill, anticipation and anxiety they were sailing. And they loved every second of it. 

Gently Tom pushed (y/n) back against the table, hand letting go of his cock as she collided with the hard surface. He worked on her trousers, pulled them down her legs with her drenched panties following. Her skin was tingling, set on fire like a cigarette setting a petrol station aflame. 

“There are too many unspeakable things I want to do to you, but for now I just need to feel you. I’ve been dreaming about sinking my cock into that sweet little cunt.” A silent moan clawed through her at his words, anticipation rose in her chest once again, threatening to swap over. Tom reached for his trousers, he pulled a silvery foil packet free, a packet she pulled from his hands, ripping it open.

“Look at you, so eager for my cock.” Their eyes met as (y/n) rolled the condom down his length, applying more pressure to her touch. But before she could even start teasing him, Tom had grasped her wrists and forced them together. Her gasps spilled from her lips like waves hitting a boat, her world was spinning, losing focus as Tom pushed into her.

The sharp sting momentarily left her frozen, not used to his girth. Tom gave her a moment to adjust, eyes taking in every inch of her body, making him feel as if he was stuck in a dream. He was about to fuck the girl he had been crushing on; about to fuck his student in his office. Fuck, he’d pay for that at one point, but it was worth it, so fucking worth it.

With the nod of her head, (y/n) allowed Tom to build up his pace, cock sinking into her tightness with every ferocious thrust. His hoarse moans trembled on her skin, forcing her teeth into her lower lip to stop herself from screaming out his name. Tom stared down on her like a king laughing about his servants, he was toying with her, deciding over her fate with every breath spluttering from his lips. 

“Fuck, you’re tight, I can feel you clenching around my cock.” (Y/n) could barely focus on Tom’s words, his pace was ruthless, robbing her of the air lingering in her lungs. The weight of her emotions, the new sensations clashing through her like lightning striking the sky, threatened to crush the gasping woman, forcing her to struggle against his hold.

Slowly Tom let go of her wrists, only to reach for her thighs, forcing them tighter around his waist. Her hands found his forearms, nails leaving behind crescent shapes as her eyes rolled back into her head. She’d cum soon with his name bleeding from her lips, desperately trying to stay quiet. 

Short, strained moans left them both in rhythm with his thrusts as Tom kept sinking deeper and deeper into her tightness. The sounds that rumbled through them both had something so sinful to them, sounds that would forever echo through their mind. 

(Y/n)’s walls fluttered around his cock, and with one last moan rumbling through her, she gave in. It felt as if her orgasm punched all air out of her, body cramping underneath his. Tom kept snapping his hips, pace faltering as the sweetest sensation called for him, luring him right into its trap. 

With one last kiss pressed to her lips, he pulled out of her. Both were heavily breathing, gasping for air as the aftershock of their orgasms buzzed through them. She was searching his body, not letting go as he helped her redress herself. Neither of them were able to speak up, too distracted, too tired and too confused. 

“I can’t let you go, not after what just happened.” He spoke quietly, scared that he’d rip them free from the sensation that had its grasp on them; scared that he’d burst their bubble of comfort. And all (y/n) could do was nod in agreement, hand reaching for his to pull him in for another kiss.

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American Dad eps for review. This isn’t all my faves, but I didn’t wanna give you too much 😅

Delorean Storyan

Merlot Down Dirty Shame

Cops and Roger

The One Who Got Away

Fart-break Hotel

Joint Custody

Stanny Tendergrass

Independent Movie

Alright, I’m finally sitting down with this list!

I think you’ve got some fantastic picks for favorites here, Fart-Break Hotel and Stanny Tendergrass are personal favorites of mine as well.

-Delorean Story-An is an episode I tend to get mixed up with Toy Whore-y because it’s got such a similar set up but it’s a great pick if you’re looking for a Stan and Steve character piece of which there are relatively fewer than other characters. I specifically love the twist at the end that Steve had been laboring under the idea that at least they shared a love of Back to The Future to make him and Stan bonded only for Stan to reveal that he’s never even seen the movie and has his own reasons for wanting the Delorean so badly. It’s a good joke but it’s also a great way of reminding the audience that these two both want similar things, they just have so much of a personality gap that it’s hard for them to see it in each other, which is the running theme.

Also Roger and Francine dogging on Hayley for being boring and Hayley pranking them with one of two Chris Angel appearances in the show will never not be funny.

-Merlot Down Dirty Shame is a great Roger centric episode. I think it’s interesting the depth of character Seth brings to this cast despite the shallow demeanor of the series itself. Roger is self centered, horny, and impulsive but his genuine love for the family and his fear of losing their love is a topic that they keep consistent and this is one of the strongest contenders for an episode of that ilk. The lengths Roger will go to just to keep Stan from getting angry at him over such a small thing are hilarious and deeply in character. Plus this episode has some killer dialogue.

“I’m just gonna give you some time to cool off”

“IM GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF”

“Okay so you need more time.”

-Cops and Roger is the funniest Roger alone episode Roger going off the rails as his persona of a guy who failed to become a cop and now takes it out on his family entirely because of Steven and his friends stupid prank is gets progressively more absurd to the point that you just find yourself invested in this family that you’ll never see again and have never seen before. Kelly Clarkson’s “What Doesn’t Kill You” playing as he now widowed wife walks out of the restaurant with her kids is one of those great testaments to how well the team uses licensed music.

-The One That Got Away is one of those easy great American Dad episodes. A deep dive into Rogers personas being so much more than costumes to him, and how becoming all of these people can lead to some crazy consequences. I would say while something like “Roger Needs Dick” explores the emotional side of the personas all being facets of Roger, this one handles the mental presence of it phenomenally. I feel like I’m watching a thriller. There’s some obvious Fight Club inspiration going on and doing a Fight Club story but flipping the premise of Tyler Durden on his head was a stroke of genius on the staffs part. This is one that’s kinda hard to discuss because…like…it’s just a phenomenal episode You’d be hard pressed to find a fan that doesn’t agree.

-Fart-Break Hotel explores Francine as a character and I’ll be honest I’m very soft on Francine centric episodes. I think she’s an absolute riot any time she appears being a perfect balance of being a out of pocket as Roger while also feeling the most normal. She’s the duality of womanhood and an episode exploring how that balance has been thrown off by her lot in life is bound to be great.

-Joint Custody is one of the few early episodes I actually really enjoy. There’s some genuinely funny stoner jokes (the entire gas station scene is in my top 10 funniest scenes for this show) and it’s one of the first episodes that seems to get Jeff really nailed down in a lot of important ways. Considering Jeff is my favorite character, that’s pretty important to me.

Also, another episode with some killer fucking one liner deliveries

“He hasn’t spoken to his dad in years and his mom ran away before he was born.”

“How…how could she do that?”

-Stanny Tendergrass sees Stan get his ass kicked by Hulk Hogan this episode is perfect

-Independent Movie is a rare really good Snot episode! I think Snot episodes tend to lack because they so often have to focus on Steve and him getting into it over something which is obviously the case here. But here there’s so much going on between Snot very genuinely dealing with his father’s death to the manic pixie dream girl to the rare form earnest ending. Fun fact, this one is Curtis Armstrong personal favorite of the series and you can really tell why. It feels like Snot gets treated like more than Steve’s friend in this episode and Steve’s selfishness doesn’t feel overblown by the plot like it often does in similar episodes.

All in all some great picks, I can tell you’re a fan of the character deep dive episodes which I have the upmost respect for!

[the-mushroom-faerie]

ok buckle up because I'm going to go on a Stargate Atlantis gush so long I'm not going to bother turning it pink

this series is EXACTLY WHAT IVE BEEN NEEDING ok ok listen yes it has scary monsters and fight scenes and blowing stuff up BUT it also has substantial fluff

we get to see the characters making a home in small ways from a favourite food in the cafeteria to rc car races in an unused hallway

THEY CALL THEMSELVES A FAMILY THATS MY LIFELINE A FOUND FAMILY CALLING THEMSELVES A FAMILY

the words "we can't tear this family apart" in life threatening situations give me life and they are said a bunch of times

the creators hate killing characters off as much as we hate losing them so a lot of mc deaths get "well, actually"d in a way that made sense (such as getting really upset that my fave Carson died only to have his clone be rescued half a season later and be reintegrated into the mc circulation)

and the series finale was AMAZING. spoiler alert skip this paragraph if you don't wanna read details about the finale. it gave a reasonably hefty threat for a finale, but everyone survived (other fave Ronan got well-actually'd and I'm thankful because he's the teddy bear protector and I would've cried) and found a home. atlantis is on earth, the family is together, and it ends with the well-loved all mc's are on a balcony overlooking a beautiful view and saying that theyre each other's home and there are always going to be other adventures. - end finale spoilers -

even the bad guys are personified. you mightve seen my post about Todd, and Todd is The Original Funnyman. this guy has the best sense of humour in the whole show. then there's Michael, and you feel for him. the replicators... uhh... yeah most of the replicators are unremarkable personality-wise, but hey they're robots.

now for mc's. this is a no-rodney mckay-hate blog, so if you say anything hateful about him I'll stab u. yes he's arrogant and a know-it-all and he thinks he's better than everyone and has the social skills of a stale cracker BUT he has GROWTH and is slowly RECOGNIZING AND TRYING TO TREAT PEOPLE BETTER and he's My Boi so fite me 9/10

Sheppard is hilarious and is responsible for the awful placeholder names for individual wraith. he has serious Burnt Out Gifted Kid Vibes and is definitely smarter than he lets on. atlantis crew is definitely the first Family he's had and feels safe with. I love him 11/10

Teyla is awesome and would absolutely kill for her adopted earth family. also turns out to be Best Mum 10/10

Ronan. my beloved puppy Ronan. played by the absolute unit that is Jason mamoa. he is a man of few words and many guns. atlantis crew saved him and he's the last of his people and now the base is His Home. Sheppard calls him "chewie" affectionately and Ronan smiles every time. 20/10 I would absolutely feel safe with him around

Dr Carson beckett. a Scotsman who will even try to heal his enemies. besties with Rodney McKay and keeps him in check. he's so lovable and sweet 11/10 his clone goes away for the Pegasus galaxy version of doctors without borders 9/10 I'm just glad he's back

Radek zelenka. his most common subtitle is [mutters in Czech] he's so soft and squishy I love him. he shares a braincell with Rodney and they finish each other's sentences it's like they're very competitive twins 10/10

Elizabeth weir. not quite the Mum but definitely the Older Sister In Charge. I miss you so much. rip 11/10

there are a lot more that I love but I'm just gonna leave it here. you should absolutely go watch it.

#stargate atlantis #i love this show so much #i cant stop talking about it

[khaleesiofalicante]

So, I usually check your Tumblr for any updates to #IALS, cause I really like the banners. But I was not prepared for this week's banner. The side by side intensity of Mavid was too much for my heart to handle. Holy s@#$!!!!!

And then the chapter? I was crying. Max's heartbreak and just complete disconnection is felt. But Lance? That child has so much strength.

Then all the parallels in the different timelines this chapter! I know all the chapters have some parallel. But I just loved all of them here. Especially little Arthur with his 'we need to brush their hair cause its so silly' (btw that whole scene just made me want to have a baby and I'm so firmly anti-children for my life that its not even funny) and then teen Arthur learning what silly hair means in different contexts!

I did not know about crown day, but I wish we could expand it to South Asia so people can learn to respect curly hair. I can't tell you how many times I've seen a brown girl with their hair tied back and it just being brushed out fuzz. My mom to this day can't accept that she has curly hair that shouldn't be brushed. It makes me so sad that we're so sanitized to fit public standards without realizing.

Then Max validating his son's needs and not sidelining them with the 'but I did this'. I never thought of my experience with my mom like that. That she loves me, but I didn't get that love the way I need so I can internalize it. I am so happy for Lance and Max to reclaim that home life they both so desperately need to heal.

And David, you obsessive French fu@#$!, 😭😭you're working so hard. I can't believe I didn't realize until this chapter just how much even though I could see it. I was stuck on the Jaden of it all!! Cause David chose to date Jaden, he just never even considered the possibility of moving on from Max. He could have chosen to heal in a way that didn't take over his entire life. But he went above and beyond. David just decided that fuck the rest of the world, if its not Max, it doesn't matter. So he chose to stay with Jaden instead of trying to actually find a less painful love. He could have moved on and tried to find someone he could actually love! But he didn't even try! That's so romantic and crazy!!!!

But then the wall scene, dude.😳 Dude.🤯 Dude.😖☠ I have re-read that scene so many times now. If it has me feeling things then RIP Max. David needs to get angry more. Also, I just kept imagining this whole scene of David losing it in front of Jaden and the kids. Jaden would bust a blood vessel 😈 Like yeah dude, compete all you want with Max. Try to get in the way of his relationships with his kids. It doesnt matter.

Also, you know something? I was compiling a list of my fave couples for my friend and #IALS of course made it to the list. But you know what else did? Hannibal and Interview with the Vampire.

Hannibal - Blond obsessive European serial killer (raised in France) who falls in love at first snark with a rude asf FBI profiler. Eats people. Is a gourmet level cook and loves taking care of his FBI agent husband who doesn't know yet that they're married and have an adopted daughter together.

Interview with the Vampire - Obsessive French fucker who falls in love at first sight with a very mean pimp (who does it to take care of his family). Eats people. Likes to spoil and keep his baby happy. His husband wants a daughter, well okay then, he's going to give him a child.

Do either of those shows sound familiar to you?🙃 But my main question is, when are we getting a dark!David that Max can't resist even when he's trying desperately and falls off the edge of sanity for? And DML doesn't count! Cause I said so!

Fun fact - I made banner ages go and i kept it until we got to this chapter hehe. i was so excited to share it!!

i am a sucker for parallels as y'all know so oops you will always see them generously sprinkled around :)

your comment about south asians and curly hair is so true because here in SL (curly hair is very common in the north because of genes + humidity) and a lot of girls feel forced to straighten or iron their hair (and save up money) because they feel like they are 'not pretty' if they have curly hair. i am so tempted to write a fucking article about this tbh because this is yet another way of setting and forcing unrealistic beauty standards.

the whole idea of 'tell me how to love you' is not always practical in real as you said. not everyone's love language is the same. but i think this is such a max thing to do. i think he cares enough to make that extra step. in fact, he will see it one more time 👀

And everything you said about David made me so emotional. We'll be digging into some of it in the next chapter! Because you are absolutely right in the sense that what he did was also a sacrifice. dating jaden was not an easy option. i wish we could have explored their relationship more but i couldn't without giving too much away but being with David (if you look closely) caused david a lot of pain too.

Hannibal and IWTV are two top tier shows and two of my faves. Not us having fine af taste oof.

Hahaha Dark David is truly something else. I would love to explore it (if yall have ideas 👀) because he truly has the potential to fuck shit up he just chooses not to smh. we will see a hint of dark david (or maybe unhinged david) in lbaf 5. we'll see.

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK <3

#IALS