#// whoa ow yeah damn fuck

[cat3ch1sm]

🏹~ i have finally returned! however, i have lost quite a few followers unfortunately, lmao, which makes me unhappy because you all know i have been away due to health issues, and i did wind up in the hospital again:// however, many of you have stuck around and wished me well, and to those people, i really appreciate you and love you so much. <33

without further ado, here are some hxh headcanons to start us back up! enjoy <3

fluffy mostly except for Hisoka’s and maybe some parts of the other adult trio men, fem!reader

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑𝟑

ft. kurapika, leorio, hisoka, illumi, chrollo

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚 ⋆˙⊹❀♡

『kurapika would take you to a beautiful restaurant where you first went out on a date and rent the whole place out just so you two could have the place to yourselves. he would wear his very best suit and jewelry and buy you any formal outfit you wanted so you could wear it for tonight. at the restaurant, he’d have the booth where you both sat all decked out in roses (he recruited killua and gon to help decorate, which at least gon was thrilled to do). he’ll order your favorite dish and let you order any dessert you want, while you’re sitting there wondering why he’s being so romantic. kurapika will go on and on about how stunning you look and reminisce about your first date with his face aglow, then getting distracted talking about how he felt when he first met you and talking about all of your good and bad memories together, detailing how much of a dark place he was in before meeting you. and how imagine him just reaching over and putting a rose in your hair all tender and shit, and brushing your hair from your face as he does. then he’ll get up from the booth sort of abruptly, probably, making you wonder where he’s going- at least until he kneels down in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. when Kurapika opens his mouth to speak, his voice is slightly quivery, but his words are absolute.

“my love… will you marry me?”

he’s visibly nervous, but kurapika doesn’t waver. and when you say yes with the biggest smile on your face, it’s like all the tension just evaporates from his body. he kind of pauses, like caught off guard that you said yes, and then he’ll just take you into his arms, dropping the ring on the floor as he does. Kurapika finally feels like he’s getting a new start and another family, and he absolutely could not be happier.』ღ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

✧*̥˚ does it fully on the spur of the moment. unlike kurapika, who meticulously planned every detail and got his ring specially engraved, leorio is not at all prepared for a proper proposal (whoa tongue twister). you two are probably just on a regular old date while he’s just completely lost thinking about how stunning you are, how perfect for him you are, and how much he just adores being around you, how you accept his flaws , and how you don’t judge him based on past decisions. leorio’s completely lost track of time while you’re just awkwardly sitting there wondering why he’s looking at you like that with shiny doe eyes and next thing he knows he’s on one knee, stumbling through his words, but you understand.

“look, i know this is kind of on a whim and i don’t have a ring or anything- i swear i’ll get one- but you make me really happy and you’d make me even happier if you’d marry me.”

you’re absolutely stunned into silence, gaping and heart pounding- but leorio isn’t having it. “look, will you say yes already, damn it?!”

you burst into laughter and manage a yes through your giggles as leorio realizes that was probably a completely inappropriate outburst given that he was trying to propose to you. to tell the truth, though, you really don’t mind. <33 *̥˚✧

┌──❀* 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 ❀*̥˚─┐

*＊✿❀ hisoka? proposing? yeah fucking right. but because i haven’t posted in a while and i owe it to you guys, i will let y’all be delusional for the time being and act like this is at all realistic./j

let me tell you that hisoka does not marry because he wants someone to love or because he genuinely loves you. he marries for possession. you two are probably not doing anything special, maybe just walking down the street or something when, let’s say you encounter an old friend who you haven’t seen in a while. obviously you’re happy to see them, so you ask hisoka to wait and you two just chat and are clearly having a good time catching up when hisoka abruptly cuts you off, telling your friend rather coldly that you both need to go. so you’re forced to say a rushed goodbye. later that night, you ask hisoka about what happened, and he tells you darkly that you were being overly “friendly” earlier ❀✿＊*

ᥫ᭡ the “proposal” will hardly be a question. hisoka also doesn’t bother with any sentiment. he simply realizes that he doesn’t want anyone else to touch you or be with you, sort of like that one time he got angry with illumi for saying that he would kill gon at the hunter exam, but not in a fighting way, in an actual possessive “love” type way. he tells you that you’ll simply have no choice but to marry him because it’s the only way he can keep you to himself. hisoka won’t care much whether you like it or not.

“mmm… now we can’t just have people coming up to you left and right, now, can we? you’ll just have to marry me, i suppose- it’ll be a surefire way to keep you all to myself, sweetheart.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─ 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤ illumi would be content to do the whole fancy date night thing and the get down on one knee bit purely because it’s tradition. he doesn’t really know how else to do it, and he refuses to consult his mother because she would never get off his case about it.

however, poor illumi who isn’t great with intimacy or social cues, just straight up asks you where you’d want to be if he were to propose to you. it just makes his intentions obvious, but you play along.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ at least illumi had the sense to surprise you with the ring instead of physically taking you to the jewelry store and having you pick out your own ring and ruining the surprise. it will absolutely, definitely be the most extravagant, expensive ring you’ve ever seen in your life.

💚⛪️illumi isn’t a romantic, so when the night is almost over, he’ll promptly get down and propose to you. there’s no long speech about all the things he loves about you or how you’d make him the happiest man in the world. it’s just simply,

“will you marry me?”

to be honest, it wouldn’t matter if you said yes or no, you’re marrying him regardless. illumi doesn’t really take no for an answer. 🪦📺

☆.｡.:* 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

🕰💚📺🍀⛪️ chrollo may be the ruthless leader of the most feared group of murderous thieves in the world- but when it comes to romance, he just melts. with all the literature he reads, he can’t help but be a hopeless romantic- he believes in fairy tales, love at first sight, everything. so when he finally decides he wants to marry you, he doesn’t take it lightly- he plans literal months in advance.

chrollo will book a vacation spot for you two far away, where you two will be all alone in a cottage in a beautiful field filled with trees and other foliage. flowers are a classic but romantic way to show someone you love them, so this will be where he’ll propose. he’ll surprise you with the plane tickets one night, maybe just before bed, so you’ll have something to look forward to in the morning.

the day chrollo proposes will be the same date as the day you first met. that morning, you’ll wake up alone in your vacation cottage, wondering where chrollo went and why he didn’t inform you that he was going out. at first, you think maybe his duties as a spider called for him, but then you remember that he was the one who booked this vacation, and it would be highly unlikely he’d leave you for something like that. so now you’re even more perplexed- and it only adds to your confusion when you find a red dress on the nightstand beside the bed with a scribbled note telling you to wear it. it’s a new dress, one you’ve never seen before, so you assume chrollo must have gotten it for you.

after getting dressed, you step out the door, wondering if maybe you can find chrollo wandering in the field so where- it wasn’t uncommon for you to discover him alone in the mornings with a thoughtful expression on his face, staring into nothing. but you don’t see chrollo. instead, you almost step on a dark red rose- and as you move out of its way, you nearly step on a second one. confused, you finally look up and see a long trail of roses stretching all throughout the field from the door of the cottage. it’s a very irregular trail, the flowers zigzagging all over the place and only staying in straight lines for a little while. clearly, they were arranged there, waiting for you to follow them. so follow you did- the same trail of vibrant red roses throughout the whole field. while following the roses, you notice a growing number of pure white flowers surrounding the roses- petunias, daisies, lilies, and even white roses- creating such an obvious contrast you know for sure now chrollo has something planned. however, you can’t deny that the sight is absolutely stunning.

after much walking, you finally reach the end of the trail, at which sits a very tall, thick tree, white flowers flowing from its branches. at the foot of the tree is chrollo, standing there with his face aglow and in a white suit. behind him, clinging to the tree’s trunk is a ladder, nailed to the bark. when you ask what’s going on, chrollo simply asks you to follow him up the ladder. despite your apprehension about the stability of the ladder, you join him in climbing up, jokingly telling him that the dress he for you isn’t quite suited for tree-climbing. he tells you to just wait.

you two finally reach the top, and in the thick branches there is a gathering of vines- thick enough to hold you both. chrollo helps you into the bundle of plants; it’s almost like a bowl; and with a beaming smile he asks you to look out over the field you just crossed. wondering what in the world he is up to, you oblige- and finally see that the trail of roses you followed across the field spells out “will you marry me?”

when you turn back around in complete shock to stare at chrollo, he’s on one knee with a hopeful, genuine smile on his face, and he simply asks you the same question the roses spell out for you. needless to say, it’s a yes from you. 🍃🍂🌳🕸🪦

(i definitely went overboard with chrollo’s😭😭)

#anime #hxh headcanons #hxh memes #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter #hisoka x reader #kurapika x reader #reader x kurapika #hisoka x you #you x hisoka #chrollo x you #you x chrollo #leorio x reader #reader x leorio #reader x kurapika smut #kurapika kurta x reader #reader x kurapika kurta #reader x illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck x reader #hisoka morow x you #hisoka morow x reader #hisoka morow x reader headcanons #hisoka headcanons #kurapika headcanons #illumi headcanons #hxh imagines #chrollo lucilfer x reader #reader x chrollo lucilfer #you x chrollo lucilfer #illumi zoldyck headcanons

[irkimatsu]

This can't possibly be the cringiest thing anyone's ever posted here, can it...? People who are already tired of my shit have me blocked right now, right...?

I wanted to try my hand at how Husk would talk during sex, so here's an ASMR-y script type thing, if that makes sense. Whole thing is in Husk's voice, no responses or descriptors or anything. Just get Husk's smooth buttery voice in your head, then read.

Gender neutral reader, or you can plug in your favorite Husk ship, whatever, I'm not the police. Very 18+.

Mmm… kissing you gets better and better every time. You know exactly what I like.

Of course you can touch me. Yeah, right there on my back, that’s a good spot… use your nails a little, that’s it…

-whoa! Hey! Watch the wings! You know how I get when you touch those!

Hah- hey, if you want me to get worked up, that’s on you. Come on, keep kissing me… mmm…

Damn it, if you keep playing with them like that… you’re not the only one who knows how to tease, you know. Why don’t you take off your shirt for me? That’s it, let me see… god, you’re gorgeous. I’ll never get enough of that body of yours…

What if I kiss you here? Or here? …oh, yeah, I know you like it here. You can’t hide it from me,you’re moaning already…

Is it okay if I use my tongue? I know it’s rough- oh, you like it? Heh… I should know what you’re like by now. Keep scratching under my wings like that, and I’ll kiss and lick you wherever you want… here, and here…

Sure. I’ll go lower… mmm, you’re soft… and you taste so sweet…

Even lower? But your pants are in the way. Mind helping me out with that? There you go, all the way off… underwear, too.

Shit, you’re dripping already. Mind if I have a taste? I’ll be gentle, I promise… do you like my tongue here? Even though it’s rough?

I’d love to keep going. I love how wet you’re getting. Keep making those noises for me, baby, and I’ll take care of the rest. Mmm, fuck… it’s dripping faster than I can lick it up…

Can I touch your legs, too? I’ll be careful with my claws. Ah, every inch of you feels so good… is it okay if I press them in, just a little more? I won’t break the skin… there, I know you like it like this, you can’t stop moaning…

You’re getting close? I can tell, baby… okay, I won’t stop until you’re ready. Mmm… hah…

Mmmph…!

Fuck… fuck, what a mess… means you enjoyed it, huh? Just a couple more licks, you’re so fucking sweet…

Okay, okay, I’ll give you a break. You look like you need one. Come here and sit on my lap. I’ll rub your back, gently, just like this… is it helping you relax? Good.

…I’m glad you’re here with me…

Mmm-! Did I really earn a kiss for saying that? Well, all right. Come on, kiss me more… mmm…

Hold me tight… I love having you against me like this. You’re so warm…

…yeah, I’m pretty excited right now. …oh, you noticed? Can’t hide anything from you…

No, you don’t owe me anything. I went down on you because I wanted to, but you don’t have to-

…well, since you’re asking… I really wanna fuck you right now.

What’s so crass about it? It’s what I want! As long as you want it too…

Mmm. Good. Just hearing you say it is making me even more impatient. Lay down, I wanna get on top of you. Could you help me out of my pants?

Okay, you can stroke it a little… not too much, though, I’m about to burst already…

You like it? It’s not too rough? Do you think it’ll be okay if I put it inside? I’ll go slow, you just tell me how it feels…

Good so far? Ah, you’re good, too… so tight… yeah, I’ll keep going… you like it deep like this?

Fuck, you’re loud. You’re gonna let the whole hotel know what we’re up to in here. …heh. Well, I don’t mind if you don’t… come on, sing for me… yes, yes…

Hands under my wings, tug the fur a little… fuck yes, that’s the spot… don’t let go, okay? I’m gonna go faster…

Really? Even faster? How’s this…? Ah! Fuck that’s good! Yes, keep touching me!

Hah- fuck- if I go even faster- the bed’s already making so much noise-

Anything for you, baby… 

Fuck, fuck, fuck- so good- I can’t stop-

Ah! Oh fuck that’s tight- did you…? Of course I’ll keep going… fuck, fuck…

Keep moaning like that, yes- yes, keep saying my name- fuck you’re amazing- I won’t stop, I can’t-

Close- can I- inside- please-

Haaaaah! Fuck!

…hah… haaaaah… oh… my god… babe…

I… I need to lie down… I haven’t done that in a long time…

…could you hold me…? Let me put my head on your chest. Put your hands on my back- no, lower, I’m still sensitive there- …there, that’s it…

Heh… your heart is hammering. Here, give me your hand… mine is too, see? See what you’re doing to me?

…I didn’t know I could feel like this anymore…

-no. No, I know what you’re trying to say. Please don’t say it.

Of course I care about you! It’s just… you understand, don’t you?

Just care about me, too. That’s all I need right now. Just care about me, and spend the night with me…

I’d like it if we did that again sometime…

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #I really need to practice writing his voice #especially for dirty shit #i need this because of reasons #so here have my practice

[hannieluvsyou]

I don't know you, but I like you.

Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

description: Wherein two classmates that don't know each others existence, are forced to work on a project that costs half of their grade. Maybe it will cost their heart as well.

genre: fluff

warnings: none other than playful arguing and banter, oh and some swearing.

note: I apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors. (This is also my first post frfr)

'Can this class get any more boring?' I thought as I place my head between my palms. To be honest, I don't even know what the professor is saying like, 90% of the time. Man, I'm a horrible student.

"To end this lesson, I will now discuss your project. It will be done by pair, I already assigned everyone to their partners by the way." He tells the class while everyone groans to the mention of the professor having already assigned everyone.

I tuned out the names of the others' partners. Not until he mentioned my name.

"Ms. (name) (last name), you will work with Mr. Yoon Jeonghan."

'Bitch who?' I thought while looking at every corner of the classroom until I locked eyes with a cute boy with a small ponytail.

He mouthed my name in question while I nodded and mouthed his. Well, atleast he's cute.

Jeonghan smiled and turned his head to the teacher who was giving the rubrics for the project.

And finally the bell rang as our professor dismissed us. It quickly became a noisy environment. Laughter and gossip filled the room.

I start to pack my stuff, making them fit in my bag that is obviously too small for all my stuff. And of course, in the middle of stuffing my things in my bag... The zipper fucking broke.

I stare at the now broken zipper, then back to my bag. How the hell am I supposed to fix this thing.

As I start to rethink my life decisions, I feel a presence behind me.

Before I can turn around, the person took the removed zipper from my hands and attached them to my backpack with ease.

"I think you need a new backpack." The person said while chuckling a bit.

I look up at his face to see my partner. Yoon Jeonghan.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "I think I do." I say while looking back at my fixed zipper.

Jeonghan smiles and reaches his hand out. "I'm Yoon Jeonghan, nice to meet you."

I take his hand and shook it. "I'm (name) (last name), nice to meet you as well."

'Damn his hands are soft.' I say internally.

"So," he started. "Since I fixed your little problem." He paused and smirked at me. "I think you owe me one."

I look at him unmoved, and absentmindedly nodded my head while continuing to try and fit the remaining stuff I have in my bag.

"I didn't even know you existed in the first place." I say.

"I can say the same thing to you!" He said now sitting down on an unoccupied chair. I looked at him then back at my bag.

"Thanks by the way- for fixing my zipper."

"It's fine. But you still owe me one." He sticks out his tongue at me in a childish manner. He then stands up and waits for me to sling my bag on my shoulders.

"Are we getting lunch together or...?" I say while he starts following me to the door. Jeonghan just nods and slings his arm on my shoulder.

This guy is getting real comfy already. I've only ever known him since like, 10 minutes ago. It's a good sign. I think.

We make our way to the schools canteen bumping into his friends on the way.

"Whoa Jeonghan's got a girlfriend!" I hear one of them exclaim. I think his name is.. Seung? Seungchul? Seungcheol? Yeah whatever his name is but GIRLFRIEND?!

"I thought he was allergic to girls..."

"Introduce us to her!"

"She's pretty."

Me and Jeonghan stop as he greets his friends. I stand awkwardly waiting for them to finish, not until he drags me to his side and presents me to his friends.

"Meet (name)! My project buddy." He grins and again wraps his arm around my shoulders.

I wave and smile at them. "I'm (name) (last name)." I say shortly and nudge Jeonghan who is still grinning like a child getting candy. Damn, how many times am I going to introduce myself today.

"Sooooo... You're not dating?" Joshua says while crossing his arms. I only know him since I find him handsome, hehe.

"No! We're not." I say quickly shrugging Jeonghan's arm away as he pouts. Before the others question us any further, I grabbed his hand and quickly excuse the both of us but not before hearing a bunch of whistles coming from the group of boys not noticing the shy smile Jeonghan serves while looking at me.

As we finally approached the canteen, I let his arm go and sit on one of the benches as he mirrors my action.

"We should hang out more, I like you." He suddenly says.

'I kinda like you too.' I wanted to say but kept it to myself.

I look at him "We haven't even known each other for an hour."

'Why HAVE we known each other for less than an hour?' Jeonghan thought.

"Hmph, true. But I don't really care. I don't know you, but I like you." He says then grabs my unlocked phone from the table then quickly types in his number nicknaming it 'jeonghannie 😇' in the process.

"That emoji should be a devil one." I scoffed and saved his number.

"Hey! Excuse me?! You should buy a new bag first!" He says while pouting angrily then shoving my shoulder playfully.

We continue laughing and hitting each other the whole lunch break.

'I like this girl, seriously.'

'Yep. I totally like this guy.'

#kpop #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x you #svt x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x you #jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x y/n #jeonghan x you #fanfic #au #oneshot #x reader #fluff #svt fluff #svt fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic

[artaxlivs]

Somewhere Under the Rainbow

Rated T - no TW - I don't know how I became a Sterek fan having never watched the show but here I am...

Stiles is so busy bitching and complaining about this wild goose chase that Derek sent them on - in the rain, mind you - that at first he doesn’t even notice the actual goose is right in front of him. Doesn’t see it until he’s tripping over it and face planting in the soggy dirt, a tangle of his stupidly long arms and legs. The fucking goose climbs onto his back and settles in like Stiles is her nest - or maybe her gosling. God, that would be awful. A gosling? He’d never be able to live that down. He hopes no one sees this.

Pulling out his phone, Scott calls someone. Probably Derek. And then, because he’s Stiles’ best friend and best friends are fucking dickheads, he takes a picture. Stiles would be mad but he’d have done the same.

“Are you gonna get this thing off of me?” Stiles asks softly, trying not to spook the goose. Geese have teeth and since this one might be supernatural, it probably has something worse than teeth. Better to not make any sudden movements.

“Sorry dude, Derek said to wait for him.” Scott grimaces, shrugging. “He’ll be here in just a minute.”

“Welllllll, I best be gettin’ on with it then.” A gravelly, smug sounding voice says before there’s a popping sound and what can only be a fucking leprechaun appears at the edge of the clearing.  

“Oh no, I’m gonna have to switch breakfast cereals.” Stiles groans, still not shifting under the weight of the damn goose on his back. The forest floor is cold and uncomfortable, damp from the sprinkling that’s still falling all around them. Also there’s a rock poking into his hip bone that’s definitely gonna bruise.

Growling, Scott circles closer to Stiles, he’s not shifted but his teeth are bared and he looks ready to pounce.

“Sett’le down, pup.” The leprechaun waves at him, obviously not impressed or threatened. He’s got fucking buckles on his little heeled shoes and a little green jacket - waistcoat? Whatever. “No ‘ere for ya.”

“You here for the magic goose? Because you can have it. With my compliments.” Stiles says like they talk to leprechauns every day and this isn’t weird at all. He’s starting to fidget because meds or not, he’s incapable of lying prone for this long. The goose squawks and flaps its wings, Stiles shields his face with his shoulder but it doesn’t attack him, just settles in and starts to clean one of its wings.

The leprechaun cackles, slaps his knee and everything. “Magic goose? Thas’ no’ a magic goose!” He laughs for another few seconds and then takes a step toward Stiles, clapping his hands. Scott starts to move closer but then freezes when the leprechaun’s smile drops away and he turns to Scott with a menacing growl, “You’ll stay where ya’ are, young’in.”

The goose has apparently had enough at this point because it jumps down off of Stiles and waddles slowly away down the path. 

“Alright then?” The little man asks, looking down at Stiles again. “Ready?”

“Um…for what?” Stiles asks, attempting to drag out the inevitable. Derek and the others should be here by now. It’s weird that they’re not here yet. Whatever Stiles should be ready for, he’s hoping the pack gets here sooner rather than after he’s been kidnapped…or gotten dead.

“We’re goin’.” The leprechaun replies, sounding exasperated.

“Yeah, no. No, thank you.” Stiles stammers not looking at Scott who’s inching closer to Stiles as sneakily as he can. “I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, thas’ not ‘ow this goes,’ bairn.” The leprechaun says in his thick brogue, tsking as he shakes his head. “Iffin you give chase to a wild goose, and it catches ya,” He grins and his eyes seem to twinkle in the moonlight, “I get ta keep ya.”

“Whoa - no, Creepy McCreepster. That wasn’t in the rules and I decline.” Stiles says, pushing himself up to stand and attempting to brush the dirt and leaves from his favorite red hoodie but it’s wet from the rain and the dirt sticks in streaks and splatters. “Respectfully of course.”

“There’s no way we’re going with you.” Scott says, clenching his fists like he’s about to start a fight.

“I wasna’ talkin’ to ya.” The leprechaun barely glances at Scott, disdain on his face. “I donna collec’ sidekicks.” He spits out of the corner of his mouth like the word sidekick left a bad taste in there. Where the spit hits the ground, it sizzles. Which is…concerning.

Scott sputters, “Wha-what? I’m not a - a sidekick!” He sneers it and then waves a hand at Stiles who sure, is not the main character here but damn, they’ve been bros since the sandbox, how dare Scott call him a sidekick. “I mean - sorry man, I didn’t…shit.”

“Listen, Mr. Leprechaun, sir, this is more of an ensemble cast, “ Stiles says, waving his hands around, “Like…the Justice League. Or the Avengers.”

“No.” The leprechaun says with finality. “Th’ goose chose ya. And it didna choose ‘im.” He points at Scott and there’s a crackle then Scott crumples to the ground.

“What the fuck!” Stiles shouts, rushing over to Scott. He’s not dead, just sleeping. With a weird little smile on his face. “What did you do?” He demands, looking over at the leprechaun who’s proudly tucking his thumbs into the pockets on his vest - waistcoat? What’s the difference? Doesn’t matter. Whatever. It's a hideous yellow plaid whatever it’s called.

“‘e’ll be fine. Come along, I needta get ya to the rainbow before’n it’s too late.” With that, he does a little jig. It’s jaunty. Stiles has never had a reason to use that word before but that’s exactly what’s happening. A jaunty jig. 

The dancing little man grins again, snapping the fingers on one hand and Stiles finds himself suddenly standing in the middle of a field. The wildflowers are all grown up to his knees; their petals damp with rain as the mist falls all around him. The leprechaun is nowhere to be seen but when Stiles takes a step he comes up against an invisible wall.

Putting one hand against the wall, he follows it around in a circle. It’s less than five feet wide and he can’t find the top but it can’t be a dome because the rain is hitting his cheeks and soaking his sleeves. Looking down at his hands and sleeves though, the mist is glowing gold but only where it touches Stiles. Not on the flowers or the grass at his feet. And when he shakes off the droplets, they don’t glow where they hit the ground.

Looking up, he sees the end of the rainbow. Like a light show in the fog but it’s just mist droplets. Red and yellow and blue and there they mix, orange and green. Unzipping his hoodie, he lets it fall to the ground. The rainbow droplets tingle where they touch his bare arms but they don’t hurt. They feel good, they feel like tiny little bursts of happiness. 

Pulling his Batman shirt over his head, he drops it on top of his sweatshirt. The skin on his arms and chest and back feel awake, alive . Stiles turns in a circle, eyes flicking from staring up at the rainbow to down to the patterns of glowing spots along his bare skin.

There’s movement at the edge of the clearing and he looks up to see the pack all coming to a stop from a run. Of course something like this happened when they were all home for spring break. Stiles wonders who’d have been the victim of the week if he hadn’t been home from college. 

“Ya were ow’d a favor, Alpha Hale.” The leprechaun says as it pops into existence between Stiles and the pack. “Consida’ ya wish grant’d.” He does his jaunty little jig again and lets out that creepy little cackle, “But I coudna jus’ let ya’ have ‘em. Collect yer prize ‘afore it’s too late or I will.” His voice is steel at the end of his little speech and there’s the sound of some kind of wind instrument then he’s gone with a flourish.

Stiles puts his hands against the invisible wall. Scott looks pissed off. Most of the pack just looks curious. Derek looks nervous and a little scared. Stiles doesn’t know what the fuck they have to do to get him out of here but there better fucking do it because he does not want to become a plaything for a leprechaun. He’s eaten so many bowls of Lucky Charms over the years - there’s bound to be a price for that.

“Well?” Scott demands, looking from Derek to Stiles and when Derek doesn’t move, Scott closes the distance and reaches out for Stiles. Only to come up against the invisible wall. He slams his hands against it, rakes his claws along it but nothing happens. “Derek!” Scott turns to him, “Do something!”

Derek seems to shake himself free of something before he jogs over. But then he just stands there, not reaching out. Not doing anything but staring.

The mist along Stiles’ skin stops feeling like happiness and starts to hollow him out. Like sorrow. Like emptiness. Looking down, Stiles watches himself flicker like a lightbulb. He looks up and the rain has stopped. The rainbow still ends at him but it’s fading. They’re fading. 

“Derek?” Stiles can’t help that his voice trembles. Because it’s fading in and out, too.

Reaching out, Derek easily pushes past the invisible barrier, taking Stiles wrist and yanking him out of the path of the rainbow and into his arms. Stiles, as per usual, trips over his own feet and lands hard against Derek’s wall of muscle. His wrist, still held in Derek’s hand, fades away and comes back, fades away and comes back. Like a pulse. 

When Stiles turns and looks the rainbow is almost gone. The golden glow of his damp skin is waning. Gold. At the end of the rainbow.

“What did you wish for, Derek?” He says as he and the rainbow start to dissolve.

“You.” Derek whispers and pulls Stiles in for a kiss.

To say it’s a magical kiss is an understatement because holy four leaf clover, it really is magical. A magical kiss that brings Stiles back to full life and he's even still a little glowy from being the actual pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. He feels it in his toes and fingertips and everywhere in between. Sidekick his ass - he’s the happy ending to this story.

Go to Ao3 and tell me your thoughts!

#teen wolf #sterek #Stiles isn't the main character? #I'm still shocked by that

[hymemena]

The Quarry Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Swearing, violence, injury, animal attack mention, suggestive

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"Swarm of bears?"

"Fine… Okay. Once again, -muse- puts themself in mortal danger for the sake of their 'work friends.'"

"Just… How can you be so certain?"

"If I let my conscience slow me down, now, everything gets a lot worse for everyone. Believe me."

"Ah-ah, you'll have it when I say you'll have it."

"Alright, huddle up boys, this is how we're gonna do this."

"There's a half naked girl/boy waiting for you back there, -name-, what are you doing?"

"It was… It was okay."

"They seemed pretty insistent we stay in the lodge."

"I'm just desperate to stay afloat in a world where everyone wants to be different."

"Sometimes things just don't make sense."

"Fuck!"

"Son of a binky-bonky!"

"Well, at least I don't look and smell like a butt."

"Podcast, huh?"

"Family is very important."

"Does this look like the Goddamn Harbinger Motel to you?!"

"Maybe they don't check their voicemail."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"I saw it online."

"I don't know! This was my first cop!"

"You're a horrible person."

"You shot me?! I'm telling mom!"

"You stabbed me. That really hurt."

"Goodbye, cruel world! The final curtain is calling and there's no time for an encore…"

"Who should we call?"

"Ninety-one one."

"You mean nine-one-one? Who says ninety-one-one?"

"Okay, well, just because you're using 'logic' to 'make sense' doesn't mean that I'm totally into it."

"Hey, you're singing off-key."

"We are being hunted by literal monsters and this is what scares you?!"

"Oh my God. You are so childish."

"Yeah, if they made a podcast called 'How To Look And Smell Like A Butt.'"

"-Muse-, what's your position?"

"Uhm… Standing?"

"I just can't wait to see who they choose to play me. In the movie about how brave I am."

"Maybe you should have asked them out on a date?"

"Damn it! I missed my shot!"

"P-A-R-T… Why the fuck not?"

"Check out my huge melons!"

"There's been a horrible accident--Attack. Some stuff's bad here."

"I'm not gonna fuck a bear."

"Sorry!"

"Why didn't you tell me there was something out there?!"

"I don't know what I saw!"

"Oh my God, -Muse-, you won't believe this! It's… Nothing."

"Yeah, well… Worse things have happened this summer."

"You beefed it."

"Ah, not this time, motherfucker!"

"And what? Risk another run-in with Captain Deliverance?"

"Well, that bodes ill!"

"Whoa, watch your step!"

"Why'd you do that?"

"You told me to!"

"That was a bad idea."

"Huh. Rude."

"They get kinda hot when they're bossy, huh?"

"I'm always hot, pencil dick."

"It's my beer-dar. Helps me dar for beers."

"It's not a secret room! It's just hidden… By stuff…"

"Yeah, that's what a secret is!"

"I haven't ever been stabbed before."

"Why is there what I can only hope is strawberry jelly on your face?"

"Oh, yeah, no. I'm pretty sure it's blood."

"You can't hide from me in my own house, fucker!"

"You're a fucker!"

""Oh, so now I'm blind, too, you motherfucker!"

"Why does everyone blame everything on bears?"

"Okay, so for the sake of argument, what if that 'bear' that cut our phone line and just cut out all the power-- What if that bear is waiting for us out in the hallway?"

"What's wrong with this thing? It's just closing!"

"Sorry, bro!"

"Double skill!"

"Ow! Mother… Hubbard!"

"No… They're funny!"

"Moment's gone."

"…But not forgotten."

"No… -Muse-… Don't do it… Stop…"

"Herd of bears."

"Yeah, I've heard of bears."

"I can try to encourage them."

"Go for it! You guys can do it! --it's not working."

"You know that's kind of a movie-only thing, right?"

"I mean, you bang someone on the head you're more likely to kill them or leave them with permanent brain damage… Not just 'knock 'em out.'"

#roleplay memes #rp memes #rp starters #writing prompts #roleplay starters #sentence starters #dialogue starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue rp meme #dialogue roleplay meme #sentence rp meme #sentence prompts #video game rp meme #video game roleplay meme #video game roleplay starters #video game rp starters

[unactivewaspsfics]

hey can i request ow headcannons of a s/o who does drag? (with soldier, lucio, cassidy, baptiste and junkrat) gn pls! thanks in advance :3

Soldier, Lúcio, Cassidy, Baptiste, and Junkrat x Drag Queen S/O Headcanons

A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQUEST OMG! I am a fan of watching people do drag on occasion but I hope I did my best writing this for you!! I did their opinions on you doing drag and their reactions to seeing you in drag for the first time since you didn't really specify anything in particular!!!! :D Have a fun time reading anon, Ily <;33

Genre: Relationship Headcanon

CW: Flirting, Cursing, Pre-relationship status Word Count: 1,545

Soldier 76

Soldier 76 respects your determination for the part of being a Drag Queen. I mean, you have to buy so much makeup, clothes, wigs if you want, and glitter.

He can't even figure out how to do makeup, even though you have tried to teach him before. He has figured out how to walk in your small heels, which he joked, "This is a step up to becoming a drag queen, huh?"

He never really sees you in drag, his first time after you two started dating was crazy. You packed your bags since you and some of your Drag Queens were going to go to the mall and he came out of the room groggily in surprise.

He knew you did drag, that was one of your first conversations you two had before dating, but he never expected to see you in your outfits this early on!

"Oh, Good Morning Jack!" you said in a cheery tone, turning around to see him furrowed eyebrows. "Your so.. shiny." he said, clearing his throat. "Yeah, it comes with the part dear" you replied, walking over to kiss him on his forehead. "How the hell did you get all of that on you.. how can you even breathe or walk?" he kept questioning on. "You look like a totally different fucking person!"

You laughed, telling him you made him coffee already and that you'll be home soon. You hugged him as he fell into your hug slightly, getting a face full of clothes. "I have so many damn questions when you get back

Lúcio

Lúcio is such a fan of you doing drag and he loves the fact you use his music for your shows. He loves doing makeup with you since before he does to a music concert, he puts on concealer, green eye makeup, and even fake freckles on some parts of his face. He even puts glitter on his facial hair sometimes which you help him with.

He has even been to one of your shows and has been the biggest support/cheerleader since you two started to be friends all through your relationship.

The first time he saw you in drag was during one of the music concerts, you dressed in all green and glow sticks and gave out frog lollipops to people who passed. This was before you two started dating, your first interaction.

You were a huge fan of his music so obviously, you would come! You even bought a backstage pass to actually meet him! After his main opening and playing DJ, he decided to let the music play with one of his helpers to do a backstage meet-and-greet.

You walked up in line, being the first one. When he was walking to the area and saw you, he blushed slightly.

"Hey Hey!" He said while sliding up to look at you and your outfit. "Whoa... You look fantastic!" he laughed excitedly. You smiled even more. "I love your music!! I am so glad you like my outfit- I tried my best to make it look like- you!" you replied, placing the CD down. "Maybe you should be my outfit manager...see you around tho, Drag Lúcio!" he offered, signing your CD with his signature... and his number.

Cassidy

Cole Cassidy has never really understood why people drag, but he is amazed at how people put on a persona and wear all those heels and clothes. Like seriously, he could never wrap his head around how people in drag put on such a daring personality and a bold look for hours on end!

Although he doesn't fully understand why you do drag, he is supportive nonetheless. He even lets you do his makeup on rare occasions, mainly when he is drunk. One time he woke up with a face of makeup and his nails done (LMAO).

He does sometimes try to wear your heels. "It can't be that hard, I mean, I wear these boots all day and they got heels to em'!" Once he got up and tried to walk he instantly fell, and oh, you laughed your butt off while helping him up.

The first time he saw you in drag was when he came home from a bar. He had gotten drunk and you had just finished testing a drag outfit you were going to wear later in the week; you never expected him to get home this early. You were walking around the house when he saw you, and god was he stuck standing there like an idiot.

"You are home so early, what happened?" you asked concerningly, normally he would be out all night till early in the morning. "Why did ya' get all dolled up for me?" he drunkenly asked with a deep laugh, smiling oh so happily. "You look fab-u-lous babe!" he added, opening his arms up for a hug.

You were flattered by his drunken compliment. You asked if he was drunk, and he replied yes with a groan. "But just because I'm dr-runk means nothin' darlin'! I can stay up all night while you get all dolled up" he replied, with a huge grin. You laid him down on the couch, telling him you would be back without the outfit on; when you got back in more suitable clothes he was passed out. I mean hey, at least you know he doesn't mind you doing drag!

Baptiste

Baptiste has always been the kind of man to love and appreciate everything in life. When he found out you did drag he was so happy to know one of your lifestyles. He loves hearing you talk about what kind things you do when in drag, the persona you put on, the stories you have to tell.

He is just really happy about your hobbies, and this one he has asked to join in. He happily did a mini-fashion show with the two of you and your drag costumes you had. Obviously he was just playing and enjoying the moment with you. During the start of the fashion show he finally saw you in drag, after days of asking to see photos of you.

The two of you had set up a fake run way going from the dining room into the living room, a red cloth being the run way set. "I am so excited! Go first!!" he rushed you into the bedroom to change.

You laughed, excited to see his reaction to you in a quick drag outfit. Baptiste, on the other hand, had set up a camera to record you so he could watch the moment whenever he wanted to.

After many minuets, you gave him a warning with a "Coming down the runway, your favorite partner of all time..", finishing it right as you got in line of sight as Baptiste. He stood up, overreaction with gasps and laughs and moving his arms around you in shock.

"That looks fantastic! How did you do this in such little time?" he asked quickly, a jump in his step as you explained how this is just something you did quickly, and how you could do better with more amount of time. After millions of questions from him, he begged you to do his makeup like a drag queen and you two could do a mini photo shop.

Junkrat

Junkrat wasn't really educated with many kinds of hobbies, drag included. Honestly, he had seen you in drag millions of times and wasn't really phased by it, but he loved seeing the sparkles and colors on your already handsome face. He asked you questions like "Are ya sureee that's comfortable? In this weather? Is it bomb proof? Why do you always go out in that dress?" You find the questions cute, and glad he seemed quite interested in it.

He had once been to one of your drag events, a kids reading event. He sat right near the front, watching you read with a huge smile on his face. Even in drag or not, you were so handsome and he loved that.

The first time he saw you in drag was a week after you two started dating. He had just got out of the shower (crazy i know) and you were seeing what outfit matched best with the makeup you were wearing in the living room. When he came out into the living room you were going to ask him what worked best, but then...

"Hey dearie, you ran out of soa- OH MY GOSH!" his eyes lit up at the outfits you had laid out. "ARE THESE YOURS? ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR THEM??" he asked excitedly while you explained what you were doing.

"I'm assuming you don't know but- I am a Drag queen and we wear all these clothes and makeup and stuff and just have fun! we sing-" he cut you off, saying he should also be a drag queen since he is an 'amazing' singer/song writer/musician/ actor/fashionista. He was over-exaggerating, but it made you start to cackle.

You promised Junkrat that when you got back that you would help him do drag. He laughed, jumping around. "Caannn my drag queen person have bombs on them? and gold? and fire?" he asked while you sighed with a smile on your face. What have you created?

A/N: Anon, and everyone else, I am so sorry i haven't uploaded in so long! I've been busy with school and kinda forgot i have a Tumblr but I will slowly post more and more. Also sorry if anyone here seems Out of Character. ILY MWAHH

#soilder 76 #solider 76 #solider 76 x reader #jack morrison x reader #lucio #Lúcio Correia Dos Santoslu #Lúcio #lucio x reader #Cole cassidy #jesse mccree #cole cassidy x reader #jesse mccree x reader #Baptiste x reader #batiste #jean baptiste augustin #Junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #jean baptiste augustin x reader #soilder 76 ow2 #soilder 76 overwatch 2 #lucio ow2 #cole cassidy ow2 #cole cassidy overwatch 2 #baptiste ow2 #baptiste overwatch 2 #junkrat ow2 #junkrat overwatch 2 #overwatch 2

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: Swearing, ranting from reader

The noise from the water park was getting unbearable, even with the door to Owen's office closed. I dug my headphones out of my bag and plugged them in but even the music blasting from the laptop couldn't drown anything out. Groaning, I put my head on the desk. The little clock at the bottom of the exam kept ticking away, reminding me that I was taking an insane amount of time to complete it. There was a knock on the door before it opened. I pulled out my headphones as the person walked in.

"Whoa. Hey." Owen said. "No dying on the clock." I lifted my head and glared at him, propping my chin on the desk. "Oh. Its that bad then?" I nodded and he walked over to see the exam I was taking. "Yeah. No. Can't help with that. Like at all."

"That's ok." I said with a sigh, running my hands down my face. "Neither can I. I don't know what I need this for. It isn't even part of my actual degree or anything. I mean it is but not what I want to use the damn degree for." I leaned back in the chair and let it hit Owen in the stomach.

"Ow." he said, but not moving away. "How much more you have to go with this?"

"Like the exam or the class?" I asked, looking back at him. "Because both feel like forever."

"The exam." He said, leaning down as he righted the chair. Owen put his hand on the table next to the laptop and leaned closer. "Ok. Four more questions you can do this."

"No. I can't." I moaned, letting my head fall back against his arm that was braced against my chair. "It took me 40 minutes to get here! That's three questions Owen. Three fucking questions I'm not even sure are filled out correctly!" Owen put his hand on my shoulder and gently rubbed it.

"Have you talked to the teacher? Maybe get some extra help or something?" He said, eyes roaming over the computer screen still.

"Ha!" I laughed. Owen looked at me. "The teacher is shit. Talks at us instead of to us. Grades and corrects us but half the shit that we get wrong wasn't even fucking covered in the lessons. At all. And when she does answer our questions, it always goes back to check the lesson. Well I'm sorry but the crap you added to correct whatever it was I put down wasn't even there! Maybe don't dock points for shit you didn't even cover!" Owen squeezed my shoulder. "And then...and then...she expects you to remember all this crap so it isn't even written down anywhere except in the lessons cuz she's too lazy to compile it all and the students are too brain dead to do it themselves! So you have to spend twenty minutes to find the shit you need only to see it was the wrong shit to begin with!" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I feel like I’m failing no matter what I do.”

“so why don’t you cheat?” Owen asked with a shrug. I gave him a look.

“I did. Copied and pasted from somewhere else. And she marked it wrong! Like she graded it to her standards and it was wrong!” Owen chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me. A kiss was pressed to my temple. “Owen I just can’t take this anymore. It’s driving me up a wall.”

“does how long you take on this matter?” He asked after a minute. I shook my head. “Come on. We’re going for a ride.” He pulled me up and started to drag me out of the office.

“Owen I’m not in the mood.” I groaned. He laughed and shook his head.

“not that kind of ride.” He said, smiling at me. “But I’m not opposed to one later.” I rolled my eyes. “No im talking about driving down the highway as fast as we can without getting caught. Top down. Radio blasting. Come on. You’ll love it.”

“alright. Alright.” I agreed as Owen grabbed his keys. “I do need to finish that exam eventually though.” Owen nodded before opening the car door for me. When he had gotten in, the car reved to life. He peeled out of the parking lot and headed out to the highway.

“so how much longer do you have this class?” He asked, glancing over at me. “Am I going to have to stay out of my office for months on end now?”

“no. Just today.” I sighed. “Just because of the exam. I didn’t have enough time to do that at home and it’s due by the end of the night. Thanks for that by the way. Not sure if I said it.” Owen nodded, reaching over to hold my hand.

“anytime. Just let me know when you need it.” He said, pulling my hand up to kiss it. “And I want you to know that anytime you need to vent again, well I’m here.” I nodded.

“thanks Owen.” I said softly. He nodded before gunning it down the highway, a smile on both our faces.

#Sam rockwell #sam rockwell x reader #Sam Rockwell fanfic #sam rockwell fanfiction #Sam Rockwell imagine #owen #owen x reader #Owen fanfic #Owen fanfiction #Owen imagine #The way way back #The way way back imagine #The way way back fanfic #The way way back fanfiction

[anachronistic-falsehood]

homestuck penis ouija: tntduo edition

QUACKITY: Ok8y, look, it’s perfectly simple.  KAHRRL: oh NO you ARE not DRAWING another SHIPPING grid DUDE QUACKITY: No no no, it’s not 8 grid, just 8 schedule.  KAHRRL: look WE’VE already ESTABLISHED that YOU’RE going TO end UP flushed FOR everyone JUST deal WITH it QUACKITY: No no no I’m gonna m8ke this WORK WILBUR: No, that’s a grid. You’re drawing a god damn grid. This is a shipping grid.  QUACKITY: Ok8y LOOK HERE QUACKITY: These 8re the d8ys of the week. We e8ch h8ve rows for those d8ys 8nd we c8n dr8w 8 he8rt, sp8de, or di8mond for 8ny given d8y.  QUACKITY: M8ybe even 8 club since K8hrrl 8nd I 8re in the m8rket for 8 new 8uspictice KAHRRL: OH my GOD QUACKITY: Th8t w8y, we know wh8t’s up in 8dv8nce 8nd c8n 8void 8ny possible conflicts. 

WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down.  QUACKITY: Hey, cut it out! Don’t touch me! WILBUR: Do not draw a shipping grid, do NOT do it.  QUACKITY: It’s not 8 shipping grid, you bulge ch8fing fuck8ss!  WILBUR: You are not drawing a shipping grid to organize our fucking dating lives.  WILBUR: That is— that is some bullshit, man.  WILBUR: Absolute bullshit, I will not stand for it

QUACKITY: This is not 8 shipping grid, this is 8 schedule to org8nize our qu8dr8nts! It’s 8 useful tool! WILBUR: You’re not drawing anything that even REMOTELY resembles a grid.  WILBUR: Do not draw an arrangement of squares or otherwise interlocking polygons QUACKITY: LET GO!!!!!!!! KAHRRL: oh MY god WILBUR: You will not draw a spreadsheet for the purpose of allocating mine and Kahrrl’s time spent with a potential mutual boyfriend.  WILBUR: That is exactly the shit I do not want to see  QUACKITY: Oh look, I just drew 8 squ8re! Get re8dy to see 8 lot more of those! WILBUR: No stop WILBUR: Do not draw any more squares I swear to god! WILBUR: Do not draw any quadrilaterals or trapezoids or rectangles or fucking n-drangles and especially as fuck not any god damned RHOMBUSES  WILBUR: I don’t want to see your lines making ANY right angles, do you understand? QUACKITY: Oh look 8nother squ8re! 8 bit wobbly but it’ll do.  WILBUR: That is the perfect example of what you should NOT be drawing.  QUACKITY: W8 here it comes! My first “ship” going into the squ8re! WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down! QUACKITY: OW! Wh8t is your problem? WILBUR: Does Sapnap know you’re doing this? QUACKITY: He will! WILBUR: How presumptuous of you to think he might be okay with being tossed into your bullshit shipping grid just because you decided to be “normal human boyfriends” now QUACKITY: Well I h8ven’t put his n8me on the grid yet, h8ve I? WILBUR: I am absolutely stunned that he understands human romance better than you do. Put the pen down, you’re messing up Ranboo’s book. 

QUACKITY: No! WILBUR: Do it QUACKITY: You suck! WILBUR: I haven’t sucked a single thing in my life what are you on about QUACKITY: You smell! WILBUR: Don’t talk to me about rank smells when you smell like a— like a fucking barn!  WILBUR: Yeah, I said it! QUACKITY: My lusus dr8gged in things th8t smelled better th8n you! QUACKITY: 8nd everything he brought home w8s either 8 de8d 8nim8l or liter8l feces! WILBUR: Yeah well that’s dumb and stupid just like you now gimme the pen QUACKITY: No, it’s mine now. I’m keeping it.  WILBUR: Quackity! Whoa, man what are you doing? WILBUR: Why are you drawing all these human dicks? WILBUR: How do you even know what they look like? What have you been watching??  QUACKITY: I 8M NOT DR8WING THOSE! YOU’RE M8KING ME DR8W THEM, STOP TH8T!!!!!!!! WILBUR: No way, this book is now like…  WILBUR: Our fight fueled ouija board of cock QUACKITY: 88888888RGH STOP!  QUACKITY: DON'T  QUACKITY: NO FUCK  QUACKITY: OK NO  QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE  QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE!!!! DON'T PRETEND YOU DIDN'T!  WILBUR: Are you sure man? WILBUR: See, that’s the spooky thing about penis ouija. You can never be sure who did the dicks.  WILBUR: Was it you or me or maybe a ghoooost??? QUACKITY: GIVE ME B8CK THE PEN! WILBUR: What? No, this is a fucking masterpiece.  WILBUR: We have to see this through.  WILBUR: We’re running out of room. Hey Kahrrl, can you turn the page for us?

QUACKITY: 88888888HHHHHH!!!!!!!! QUACKITY: This 8lterc8ion is becoming uncomfort8bly physic8l, get the FUCK 8w8y from me!!!!!!!! WILBUR: What the hell are you talking about? QUACKITY: You know EX8CTLY wh8t I’m t8lking 8bout!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Oh, shut up and draw another penis.  QUACKITY: You don’t even underst8nd the soci8l implic8ions of 8ll this hostile touching 8nd gr8bbing, do you? QUACKITY: THIS IS SO CLE8RLY C8LIGINOUS SOOT, JUST 8CKNOWLEDGE IT!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Well, if you want to look at it that way, then be my guest.  WILBUR: This is a common human ritual, don’t you know? It means we literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about each other. I don’t care about what you think is happening here.  QUACKITY: GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!!!! WILBUR: Stop biting my jacket.  QUACKITY: FUFCK NYOUF.  WILBUR: We’ve really made a masterpiece here today, Quackity. You should be proud of yourself QUACKITY: OK8Y, TH8T’S IT. I’M FUCKING SICK OF THIS!

WILBUR: What? WILBUR: WHOA SHIT QUACKITY: His Honour8ble Tyr8nny h8s sentenced you to life in j8cket prison. WILBUR: HNFNGMGNHNFN WILBUR: KAHRRL HELP KAHRRL: SORRY man IM not MEDIATING this F*CKING trash FIRE youre ON your OWN

#dream smp #dsmp #homestuck #tntduo #dreamstuck #<- might as well make a tag for this if i’m gonna keep posting panel edits

[howlingday]

Here comes a curve ball V8 Cinder and jaune fell like an idiot along with V8 emerald and things just go crazy from their

Cinder: Just give up and die already!

Jaune: (Leaps onto her) I'll give up when you're dead!

Cinder: Get off of me! (Flies around) Ack! And watch where you're grabbing!

Emerald: Come on, everyone get through! We're almost home free!

Nora: Jaune's in trouble!

Emerald: I'm on it! Get everyone to safety! (Runs to edge, Follows along) You know, maybe I should have asked her to do this. What can I do from here?

Jaune: (Drops his sword) My sword!

Cinder: If you let go, you can go get it!

Jaune: No! (Covers her eyes)

Cinder: I'M BLIND! I CAN'T SEE! (Careens towards Emerald)

Emerald: I knew I should have let her do.

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Goodwitch: And you're saying a sword cut your dress?

Jaune: Yeah, and it's really embarrassing, so can I please be excused?

Goodwitch: I suppose. The dance is winding down for the night.

Jaune: ...

Goodwitch: ...

Jaune: ...

Goodwitch: (Sighs) You are excused, Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Thank you, Professor Goodwitch! (Leaves)

Goodwitch: Hopefully, that's the last exciting thing that happens tonight.

Jaune: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! (Crashes into the punch bowl)

Cinder: YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH! (Careens into the speakers)

Emerald: AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE! (Impacts into Cardin)

Goodwitch: Brothers damn it all.

Jaune: (Waves punch off of him) Hey, my sword! (Picks it up) Hello, Professor Goodwitch.

Goodwitch: Mr. Arc.

Cinder: (Charges Jaune) DIE!

Jaune: Excuse me a moment. (Readies himself) COME AT ME, YOU FLAMING C- (Slammed into the wall)

Mercury: You okay? (Holds out his hand) Looked like quite the fall.

Emerald: It was. (Takes it, Pulled up) Thankfully, this couch cushioned my fall.

Cardin: Ow... M-Muh pride...

Emerald: Merc, what the hell is- Whoa! Is that-?

Emerald: It's a long and... stupid story.

Emerald: (Looks over) As stupid as that?

Jaune: (Sucking Cinder's neck) I'll never forgive you! SKKT! For what you did!

Cinder: (Grinds against him, Gripping his hair) Unf! I don't-! Ah~! Fucking care~!

Emerald: ...Honestly, that's the most sane thing all week.

#rwby #jaune arc #cinder fall #emerald sustrai #nora valkyrie #glynda goodwitch #rwby au #rwby timeline #mercury black #cardin winchester #arcfall #knightfall

[lovewriting-5]

Faith

2. Leap of Faith

4. Miracles

3. The Long Haul:

When the car finally ran out of fuel. We parked it along the side of the road. We decided to make the trip to Haven Point, Nevada by walking. Sean says “So the…the wolf brothers were split apart…The oldest wolf brother was badly hurt…But nothing could stop the wolf from following his brother’s tracks…”

We both are sunburnt and tired. Sean stops to look up at the sky. He says “Okay, still a few hours away from Haven Point…almost there…Shit, we need a break.” I say “Might be some shade at the next billboard.”

We walk closer to a billboard that reads, ‘Two Pair Casino Poker, Blackjack, Spaghetti 22 Miles Ahead.’ I say “Yes! Shade!” The two of us sit underneath the shade. I say “It feels so good to sit down.” Sean says “Oh, man…my feet are killing me.” I say as I begin massaging my legs and outside of my boot, “Mine are too.” He add “Feels like hiking in Hell…”

I grab the water bottle out of my backpack as Sean does the same thing. I take a long swig as the water feels good going down my throat. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I ask “Sean, how are you doing? That guy back there really did a number on you.” He says as he lightly touches his chest, “Ow, I need a full-body band aid…those assholes really hurt me…”

After 15 more minutes of rest, we stood up and kept going. After a few minutes, there was the sound of wheels rolling on the asphalt. We turn around and see a semi truck coming. I say “Shit, there’s a truck coming.” The driver hits the horn a couple times. Sean asks “Whoa, is he honking at us?” The driver slows the truck down in front of us. I say “He’s stopping…Okay, be cool…just see what he wants…” Sean says “Truckers can’t be cops, right?”

We walk to the passenger side door. I open it. The man says “Hey, need a lift? It’s too damn hot to be walking…” Sean and I look at each other and nod. I tell the driver “Yeah, thanks…Hold up.” We place our backpacks on the floor of the truck. Sean climbs in first and then I do. The driver pulls back onto the road and keeps going. He looks at Sean and asks “Jeez, what the hell happened to you?” He tells him “We ran into a couple of assholes…who beat me up for no reason.” The driver says “Uh, I see…Happens a lot around here.”

A male voice comes from the radio. It asks “Hey, Anton, you there? Everything all right?” Anton picks up the receiver, asks “Yeah, what’s up?” The voice says “GPS tells me you parked in the middle of nowhere, just wanted to know what happened.” Anton tells him “I, uh…I had to make a shit stop. Over.” Both Sean and I smile. The guy says “Too much information, but 10-4.” He corrects him “You mean number two.” The guy says “You owe me a beer for that. Over and out.”

Anton puts the receiver back on the radio. He tells us “Don’t freak out. I…I wouldn’t have picked you two up if I cared about that hitchhiking law…”. I tell him “Okay, cool…” He reaches down into a cooler and pulls out a sandwich. He asks “So…you two hungry or what? You both look hungry.” Sean and I look at each other with gratefulness. Sean tells him “We are, thank you.” Sean takes the sandwich and we split it. Anton says “As you heard, my name’s Anton. It is good, huh? My wife packs the best sandwiches. Messy.” I tell him “Best sandwich ever…seriously. Thanks, sir.”

He asks “What’s your destination?” Sean tells him “Hmmm…Haven Point. You’ve heard of it?” He tells us “Oh, yeah. Straight ahead, ‘bout an hour.” I rest my arm against the window. Anton tells us “Take a nap if you want. You don’t have to stay awake to be nice. Hey, don’t worry, kids. I’m not a fucking weirdo. Just a boring trucker…”

As the truck continues driving, Sean and I begin drifting off. I lay my head on his shoulder as his head lays against mine. We close our eyes until we stop in Haven Point, Nevada.

#Sean Diaz x reader #Sean Diaz imagines #Life is Strange 2 fanfiction #Sean Diaz #Life is Strange 2 #LiS2 #Life is Strange #LiS #Life is Strange fanfiction #Life is Strange x reader #Life is Strange 2 x reader

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 61

Nord VPN Again? Oh boy ... Sam once again trying to get a French accent to work ... MacBooks? Oh yeah ... XD ... actually that's fucking hilarious ... everybody rlse is dying at the poetic irony and I'm with them ... wait, was that a Holy Grail joke, Matt? And ... "Matt ... Mac to you." ROFL

Yup, I loved firs ep of Candela Obscura ... more to come end of month? Nice. Looking forward to it.

"The three moods of Matt" ... snort ...

Awwwww ... Travis wishing the others good luck before the titles ... that's so sweet ... :3

Oh ... the tension, the tension! Here we go ... so nervous ...

Already set up and ready to go ... ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

OF COURSE Orym is first out the gate ... this wee man and his ridiculous MIN-MAXED stats ... ACTION SURGE GO!!! Yeah ... wait ... TUG O WAR? How ... oh SWEET ROLL Liam! Kick that ass! And the Fancy Boots! Nice ...

Ashton going full Rainbow Dash ... scary and adorable both ... 23 to hit? Wow ... throwing knife ... 9 damage! First blood!

Indomitable? Oooooooh ... oh ... hmmm ... ouch ... wait, PARALYSED?!!! Gah!

Rage! Yes! Deni$e power in! Do it, girl! And she STILL can't hit? Hmmm ... hold action? Yes! Do that!

Form of Dread! Yeah, Laudna! I love that shit ... unhinged Jaws ... AH YEAH!!! HELLO BEES AGAIN!!! XD Damn right that guy starts screaming! Poisoned AND he falls down the stairs? Sweet ...

WHOA!!! Earth Elemental? Awesome! Oh and ... wow, AND it's being supercharged by the Solstice too! Crazy! BOOM!!! Trash that door! Yeah!

Yes! The way is open! GOOOOOOOO!!!

Fuck, this thing is doing unhinged amounts of wreckage all on its own ...

Prism! Oh yeah, this should be impressive in a scary way like always ... a SIMPLE Chromatic Orb? REALLY?!!! XD ... 23! Wow ... and now tome for MATH ... 25 Force Damage! Broken concentration ... YES!!! Our boys are FREE again!

Dinios hating being called "Daddy" ... XD ... especially a LEATHER Daddy ...

Gah! The soldiers! Hmmm ... how long before they start shitting themselves? Oh, and they're already freaking out, at least ...

NO!!! Not the nerdy girl! Back off, you asshat!

Ouch ... Orym takes a hit ... oh, Silvery Barbs! Nice one, Laudna!

Emily: "Damn, how many guards ARE THERE?"

The vial of blood? Hmmm ...

Bor'Dor's turn ... "I don't wanna ride an ox!" XD Wait ... he's seriously gonna climb onto the Elemental? Yeah ... that didn't work at all ... he has no more movement, so he just turns to the townsfolk and shouts: "STORM THE GATE!!!" instead ...

No! Not the Judicator! Aaaaaaaah!

GO OFF DENI$E!!! Nice! Way to Crit, Aimee! Second hit ... 18! Wait ... that DOESN'T HIT?!!! Seriously? Fucking magic ...

Oh fuck, and now it's gonna hit right back ... Ow! Fuck! Bonus action ... SMITE?!!! AHHHH!!! Oh fuck ... NICE SAVE, Aimee ... and then OW AGAIN!!! And the hits keep coming ... Condemnation? WHAT?!!! Fucking uppercut ... oh fuck that was AWFUL ... and now she's PARALYSED?!!! Fuck ...

Angry mob! Crowd crush! Do something, civilians! Wow, they really were largely useless ...

Yes, Orym can salvage this debacle! And the freakishly agile halfling is an acrobatic BADASS!!! Hit! Yes! POW! And his wisdom beats hers so NICE!!! And he gets to reroll that missed attack? Nice ... oh, and Orym is just OWNING this fight! Beautiful ...

Ashton powers through and uses the Elemental as a springboard ... 20! Yeah! Batter the soldier? Yeah, do it! Boom! Oh yeah ... FUCK!!! Fill Gallagher on the guard! Ouch ... znd now they have some murder blood! Nice! Znd now he just keeps on swinging ... "You are SO FUCKED!!!" Oh yeah, Taliesin is just throwing fucking ROCKS tonight!

What us she doing? Oh shit ... scary manifestation ... a Guardian of Faith? AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Freaky glowing giant spectral guard! Ah!

Still frozen, Deni$e just curses them all out ...

Okay then ... is it Laudna to the rescue, then? Come on Marisha, do something awesome ... dos Eldritch Blasts at the Judicator! And ... well, at least the first one hits. Nuts ...

So ... Abbadina to the rescue then? Casts Blight in Kiro ... well OKAY!!! Yeah girl! Oh fuck, yeah ... that REALLY sounds PAINFUL!!!

Holt fuck ... Guardian versus Elemental! Boom! Utkarsh: "Let them fight!"

"Stand near for protection"? Hmmm ...

Wait ... "enlarge" Mother and have her carryDeni$e into the sky? Really? Matt: "You could TRY." Oh boy ... and so instead Emily has an even MADDER plan ... oh, this is gonna be fantastic or gods-awful ...

Shit roll for the first half ... oy ... and yet STILL 23 damage? Not bad, then ... and WOW that does some fucking DAMAGE ... but not on the Guardian ...

The pillars are protective? Oh ... is THAT what the Elemental meant?

The laxatives are kicking in! Yes! Nice! Shit yourselves into incapacity! Their armour is FILLED!!! Cue some truly vile and thoroughly hilarious diarrhoea humour ... XD

So they're poopy but still trying to attack? Hmmm ...but they're all poisoned do it's just PATHETIC ... wow, and they are just rolling shite (pun entirely intended).

Bor'Dor's turn again ... here we go at last, then? Let our boy kick some arse ... and so he's gonna try and STAB HER IN THE NECK and shoot her in the back WITH THE CFOSSBOW at the same time ... Luck? NAT 20!!! NICE!!! He crits so he gets to DOUBLE the damage ... fuck ... nice one, and Kiro us now FUCKED UP!!! And ANOTHER 20?!!! Holy shit ...and he gets the HDYWTDT!!! Beautiful! Oh yeah, she is SO dead ...

Prism: "You should have said - Dawnfather? More like GONE-Father."

Silvery Barbs TURNS THE HIT INTO A MISS!!! YES!!! Nice one, Laudna!

NOOOOOOO!!! Leave the Dead Girl alone! Oh thank fuck ...

And now Deni$e can move again ...

Oh crap ... and the mob are just running headlong into a slaughter ... oof ... Bor'Dor is horrified and i don't blame him.

Oh boy, when the whole table starts leaning in YOU KNOW it's getting heavy ...

Orym pulls Bait & Switch on Prism and protects her ... wow, and she just FALLS IN LOVE on the spot, clearly ... :3

Throat slash? Yeah, go for it ... botched roll? Crap ... and the second misses too ... yeah, she's Raging but she's still rattled ... oh, the whip? Okay ... 21 hits! Finally! Wait ... on, so she DID hit both times? Holy fuck ... love Ashton's sweet Dunamantic powers ... and that guy is DONE!!! Yesssssss ...

Wait ... is Laudna LOSING IT? Delilah? Oh fuck no ... whoa ... a Hound of Ill Omen? HOLY SHIT ... and that is TERRIFYING ... and BANE!!! Yessssss! Go off, girl! Cue Dark Knight Bane impressions around the table ... XD

The night mare Hound is gonna SHRED that Judicator 13 piercing damage! Yes! Fuck him up!

Mirror Image? Oh NICE SAVE Marisha!

Abbadina wants them ALIVE? Marisha: "Perhaps she should have clarified that before."

She tries to trash the Judicator ... damn, not quite ...

Elemental attacks the guard ... Nat20? Oh yeah he just gets PASTED ... ouch ... and now unconscious, he shits himself ... yup ...

And then the Elemental bitchslaps the Judicator ... Nice!

Oh shit, what's THIS?!!! Is that a fucking ANGEL?!!! Seriously, Matt? And it attacks Ashton AND Prism ... BOTH hit? NOOOOO!!!

Fuck that's a lot of Radiant damage ...

Fiery Castigation? What the FUCK?!!!

Orym is restrained AND taking Radiant damage? Fuck ...

Oh gods yes ... SUMMON THE DEMON!!! DO IT NOW!!!

Summon Greater Demon ... and she does it so it DROPS ON THE ANGEL ... holy shit ... AND Matt has the correct miniature too ...

Oh yeah, ten foot drop onto the angel and it's punching all the way ... this is gonna be hilarious and HORRIBLE and I'm all the way here for it ...

The demon has Initiative ... AND it's up next! Wow ... irony ...

Reckless Attack! Yeah! Big hit on the first, but the rest miss ... hmmm ... less spectacular than expected ...

Soldier attempts to intervene, sees what's happening, shits himself ON THE SPOT znc just HIDES. And then thd rest very much follow hid example ... oh yeah, they bolting ...

Bor'Dor casts Lightning Bolt on the Judicator. "You hurt my friend!" POW!!! Only half damage, but ... 7? Eh ... so unfair ...

He backs off. Smart move. Boy is FREAKED ...

Hound mauls the Judicator! It fudges the attack on Ashton at least, with an assist from Prism ...

NOW we're checking on how messed up we all are? Really?

The mob returns, cutting off retreat ... Best not do anything more, folks!

Second Wind! Nice ... Orym gets dome hit points back ... Seedling! Miss, miss ... HIT!!! Yes ... Goading Attack! Nice ...

Ashton charges the Judicator ... 30? Oh that DEFINITELY hits ... it's looking fucked up, at least it's STARTING to work ...

Deni$e flanks the Judicator for advantage ... sneak attacks? Nice ... 16 damage on the first ... 14 on the second ... and then she disengages ... smart ...

Eldritch Blasting the Judicator ... one hit ... 10 damage ... hmmm ... then she sets the Hound on it again ... NAT20?!!! SWEET!!!

Abbadina realising she's out of her depth ... wait, MASS CURE WOUNDS?!!! Holy shit! Unfortunately Deni$e is out of range ... bugger ...

Elemental blows its attacks on the Judicator ... crap ...

The Angel casts some freaky beam spell znd Matt rolls a SHITLOAD of dice ... Taliesin: "Oh, that is NOT a good sound!" Fuck! Abbadina takes a hit ... and now the Elemental is OUT OF CONTROL!!! Crap!

Like any good wizard, Prism I'd going to go big rather than go home ... the book turns into THE GLAIVE FROM KRULL!!! That is SO fucking sweet! Both the Angel AND the Judicator take serious hits. NICE!!!

Bloody hell, Emily is folling MAD nice right now ...

Yup, Demon is FUCKING THAT ANGEL UP!!!

Last soldier tries go shoot Prism but he is a MESS ... thank the gods for disadvantage right now ...

Bor'Dor using the pillars to enhance his abilities ... hmmmm ... "Fuck it, just GO!!!" Oh yeah, this is gonna be AWESOME, I just know it ... Lightning Bolt at 4th Level on the Angel ... NINE D6? Bloody hell ... 25 damage! Fuck ...

The Judicator attacks Ashton ... Dreadful Misfortune? Oh, that sounds NASTY ... bollocks ... it tries to attack ITSELF and MISSES!!! FUCK!!!

FOUR Attacks of Opportunity? TWO of them get the HDYWTDT on the Judicator ... oh thank FUCK, finally ... so the Hound and the Demon TRASH the fucker, and then they FISTBUMP!!! Awesome ... and then thd Hound dissipates ... awww ... znd now the Demon is CRYING over that bromantic bonding moment ...

Wait ... A MID COMBAT BREAK?!!! Are you KIDDING ME?!!!

Back into it, then...

Orym is OVERWHELMED ... so he just runs to the Demon and CLIMBS ONTO ITS BACK!!! Bloody hell, you mad Little Man ...

Ashton is TRYING TO COMMUNICATE WITH the Elemental ... oh boy ... and it grabs him ... and YEETS HIM AT THE ANGEL!!! VALIDATION!!! YES!!!

Taliesin was gonna go Reckless anyway so he does BOTH attacks ... and he rolls a CRITICAL HIT!!! Oh shit ... a BRUTAL Critical! Holy fuck ...

THIRTY POINTS OF DAMAGE!!! He fucking SMASHES those sings on the ascent! AND 26 TO HIT ON THE WAY BACK DOWN!!! Bloody hell ...

Fifty feet to the ground? Ouch ... yeah, Ashton just FACEPLANTS ... fucking hell ... he's conscious, but prone, and A MESS ...

Deni$e us now ON THE DEMON along with Orym ... wow ... and now they're BOTH holding their actions.

What the hell is Laudna doing ... oh THAT is NICE!!! I like that. And then she fireballs the ceiling above it? Okay ...

It's the Elemental's turn? Oh boy ... it's climbing the pillar! Okay, then ...

Counterspell! Nice save AGAIN Laudna! That was almost AWFUL ...

Prism giving the Demon a cute little pep talk is SENDING me ... and then she NAT1's the Chromatic Orb ... oof ...

Up the Demon goes ... all right, here we go ... ATTACK!!! YES!!! Fuck him up!

Orym hits on the first but misses the second ... Deni$e gets her first hit in ... BEAUTIFUL!!! Yeah ... here we go ... 25 damage ... one more attack ... misses! Argh ...

Demon is now trying to GRAPPLE the Angel! Roll good, Em! YES!!! THAT'S IT!!! And the Angel is DOWN!!! Sweet!

And now we're all singing SOAD's Chop Suey ... I'm living my best life tonight, I really am ...

Okay, so what is Bor'Dor gonna do THIS time? Oh my gods ... he marches up to the Angel, grabs its head and casts Inflict Wounds at 5th Level! Bloody hell ... dice maths ... 36 points of Necrotic damage and he gets the HDYWTDT!!! Oh my gods!

He kisses its forehead, whispers: "Enough." and KILLS IT. Badass, totally ...

So that's that ... okay ... and thd second Judicator just WALKS AWAY?!!! Holy fuck ... and then the Elemental just crushes the Demon into a little sphere! Nice and clean ...

Orym has a look at the dead Judicator's face under the mask ... or not. That is NOT coming off, clearly ...

Laudna trying to stare Abbadina down in her fading Form of Dread and she's just totally unfazed ...

Yup, as reckonings go this is actually pretty chill ...

Is there ANYTHING left to loot? Lots of coffers with a shitload of coin ...

Oh, the Angel's sword? Okay ... in the Hole with that then ...

Way to bring down the house, Abbadina. Nice little victory.

Ashton stops Prism short of starting to toss money out of the Hole to the people around them. Yeah, that's about right.

Orym is having something of a crisis right now, it seems ...

Okay ... so ... I'd this gonna turn ugly now? Oh no, they're just leaving. Thank fuck for that ... and yeah, this kid CLEARLY needs a good talking to.

Yes, come on, GET WITH THE HEALING already. Thank fuck ...

Ah, NOW it's a party. That's more like it.

Wow ... Bor'Dor's having MASSIVE PTSD from killing the Angel now ... yeah, reckon that WAS a bit much for him.

So they're giving the cash away, then? Yup. That's probably the right move. And Abbadina's totally making a big show of this too. Well, this is a pretty magnanimous gesture from our crew ...

Oh yeah, this old girl is TIRED.

Doesn't Orym ALWAYS look UP to Laudna? XD

Laudna really is just GOING THROUGH IT right now, and Orym gets it. Damn it guys, you're gonna make me cry if you keep this up ...

I love these two so much, I really do ...

Utkarsh: "Make a perception check ... SURE, I've got jerky." XD

So, what ... is this the start of some full-blown UPRISING?!!! Against Vasselheim? :/

Orym: "I don't know an Eidolon from eyeliner." Prism: "Oh, well I could show you how to do that, I think you'd look really fantastic in it."

Wait ... is Deni$e FLIRTING with Abbadina now? Ah ... no, she just doesn't want her disappearing on them. So she tucks her into her bed so much she turns the Goliath into a burrito ... XD

Ashton: "That was literally my worst nightmare." Laudna: "What? Pick a part of the evening. Yhe shi tin armour?" Ashton: "Weirdly, that wasn't my first shit in armour."

Bor'Dor goes looking for Orym, she's hiding in a tree. Utkarsh rolls BALLS. "Okay ... I THINK about going to look for Orym."

Does Orym believe in the gods? Of course he does, because they exist. He just doesn't CARE about them. He only cares about his family, and his friends.

Oh yeah, Bor'Dor is having a full on existential crisis over this whole situation ...

Go wash your hands, damn it! No pinkeye!

Old Magic. Old ANTI-Magic.

So it's basically some kind of religious land grab? That is fucked up ...

Ooh! Breakfast! Goody ...

Oh, does Abbadina maybe know something about Ashton's ... condition? No. Seems not. Hmmm ... the Spirits? What the hell's THAT all about ...

Marisha: "Marisha AND Laudna both chuckle at that."

Okay, getting to the Scrying! Here we go ...

Yeah, STRAIGHT to check on the rest of the Hells ... snow? Hmmm ... oh, is that Deanna? Okay, here we go, then ... and FRIDA ... znd there we go! There they are. Chetney, Imogen, Fearne, FCG ... everybody's alive ... but then we already KNEW that ... XD

And now they know they're on SEPARATE CONTINENTS right now ...

She knows who could help? Okay then ... Hevestro? An ARCH druid ... hmmm ...

Abbadina: "If you could somehow make everyone in Vasselheim shit their britches, there is no amount of gold we could offer that would make up for it." LOL

Pieces of hair? What's THAT all about?

Oh for the gods' ... is that dwarf who I think it is? Oh yeah, that is TOTALLY Dariax ... oh wow, is Deni$e PINING?!!! Wait ... oh my fucking ... DORIAN!!! Hey! OM-fucking-G!!!

Bor'Dor doesn't have anything of his brother's? Awwww ... trying his dagger then ... hmmm ... oh, so this is Bor'Dor's home? Cute ... but nothing more than a snapshot, really ... it's sad, really.

I vote for the canyon. Vasselheim sounds less than really overly wise. Especially after what they just did ...

An eidolon guide? Ooh, bonus! A cougar? Awesome! Cue jokes about sexually predatory older women. XD

Heading out into the day, then. And that's that. All for the night. Good place to call it, definitely ...

Gods know this was an EXHAUSTING episode. I'm glad we're in a good place now.

#critical role #crit role campaign 3 #campaign 3 spoilers #crit role spoilers #campaign 3 episode 61 #matt mercer #marisha ray #laudna #travis willingham #chetney pock o'pea #laura bailey #imogen temult #liam o'brien #orym of the air ashari #ashley johnson #fearne calloway #taliesin jaffe #ashton greymoore #sam riegel #fresh cut grass #aimee carrero #deni$e #utkarsh ambudkar #bor'dor dog'son #emily axford #prism grimpoppy

[msm-tsotmw]

7/2/20XX

So I’m outside the Castle with Tundra, waiting for Cameo to show up. They apparently like to arrive at council meetings early.

I won’t be surprised if Harlow shows up late or absent… again.

How many times has he done that?

Not even Pringle themselves can count.

Wait, where are they anyways??

Likely digging through boxes of Human World catnip. It apparently has the same effect on them as it has on Human World cats.

Huh.

…In the meantime, do you want a tour around where we have our meetings? I usually like to walk around the inside of the Castle before the others arrive.

…Yeah, that would be interesting.

Alright, then. Follow me.

(Tundra opens up the Castle doors and heads inside. Sprigg follows suit.)

Wow, this is niAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Sprigg, what—

OW! OOF!

(Sprigg slipped on a banana peel, then ended up bumping against some kind of lever.)

Oh, shit.

SPRIGG, LOOK OU-

(An unusually large amount of crabs falls on top of the poor Furcorn.)

GEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

( NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! BWAHAHAHAHAH— OH , DEAR TORRT ! )

…

PIETER.

GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAAAAAAAAAA-

OH .

(Tundra glares at the dark-red-and-pink Hyehehe with their dark purple eyes.)

(They are fucking PISSED.)

I’M SORRY , SORRY , HAHA !

THAT WAS MEANT FOR YOU , YOU KNOW .

Did Pringle not tell you to STOP SETTING UP TRAPS NEAR THE CASTLE ENTRANCE?

UH , YEAH . THEY DID .

(Tundra facepalms.)

You don’t know how to follow rules, do you.

BAH ! RULES ARE FUCKIN’ STUPID .

…Go to the meeting room. Now.

GAH , FINE .

YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKIN’ KILLJOY !

(Pieter fucking cartwheels away. Sprigg swats the last crab off of themselves.)

Ugh… who the fuck was that?

I’m sorry. That was the Pieter that Cameo and I told you about a few days ago.

He’s always setting up traps against me whenever the Dream Council has meetings.

Damn. Probably sucks to have to deal with him.

…Anyways, back to touring the meeting place. Follow me, Sprigg.

(Sprigg follows Tundra into a hallway full of stars and constellations swirling around. Think of those spinning tubes you probably walk through in those “haunted house” attractions.)

Whoa…

This is only a hallway. Dreamcraft can conjure some interesting things.

(A door materializes at the end. There’s nothing special about it, just… a regular door you’d see in your house.)

Ah. There it is.

…There’s a regular office meeting room behind that door, isn’t there?

If regular office meeting rooms are filled with stars, rugs, extra Cradle thread, and books about Dreamcraft, then yes.

Oh.

(Tundra opens the door and lets Sprigg in. They weren’t lying about what they said— the meeting room looks BEAUTIFUL! There’s even a little replica of the Lunapparatus, and— *ahem*.)

Wow… this is beautiful!

I guess you could say that. Take a seat.

(Sprigg takes a seat on a green floral pillow. Tundra sits on a white pillow with an icy pattern on it.)

So… how long do we wait until the others arrive?

A few minutes, probably. Though everyone has different consistency rates, and— wait.

Where’s Pieter? I told him to come here…

(Suddenly, a sharp-toothed skull is thrown at Tundra from behind. They turn around to see Pieter, relaxing on Cameo’s pillow, which is pink with rainbows on it.)

YA MISSED ME ?

Pieter.

That.

Is.

My.

Husband’s.

Pillow.

ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT ?

YOURS IS *RIGHT THERE.*

(Tundra angrily points at a dark grey pillow with lava patterns on it.)

ALRIGHT , FINE .

(As Pieter makes his way to his own pillow, Tundra facepalms.)

Wait… Cameo’s your husband?

Yes. We’ve been together for… I don’t really know how long, but I feel MUCH better when he’s around. He usually helps me deal with Pieter’s antics, albeit in a much calmer way.

I can only IMAGINE how Pieter was at your wedding…

OH , YEAH !

I WAS THE LIFE OF THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ PAR-

No, you weren’t.

… HMPH .

(Pieter crosses his smelly-ass arms and turns away like a pissy toddler.)

ASSHOLE .

…He was not.

Yeah, I can tell.

It’ll probably take some time before the others get here, so we should just wait.

Yeah. Galvana forbid Pieter does anything stupid…

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anyways yeah!! tundra and cameo are married lol

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

#my singing monsters #msm #msm au #furcorn #furcorn msm #strombonin #strombonin msm #hyehehe #hyehehe msm

[randomstory56]

Robin Buckley X OC/Reader Harrington (Jessie's girl) Book 1, Part 3

Olivia Scott Welch as Genevieve Harrington

Maya Hawke as Robin Buckley

Zoe Colletti as Cassandra Henderson

Masterlist

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I grabbed the phone and redialed Cassandra's room phone. Pick up, please. It's not like you do anything, Cass. Answer the damn phone. The line stopped ringing for a bit. Please.

"Hello?"

"Jesus, Cass, don't you know how to answer a phone."

"Well, sorry, Gareth is over right now. What happened? Are you okay?"

"No, not really."

"What's wrong?"

"I think Jessie's gonna propose, but, Cass, I don't wanna marry him now."

"What the fuck? Haven't you told him last time you prefer to get married and even engaged after high school?"

"Yes! That's why I'm going insane!"

"Then why is he doing it?" I heard Gareth say.

"I have no fucking idea."

"I'll head over tomorrow. Wherever you'll be," Cass said.

"Scoops."

"Alright, see you."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye.

I put the phone back.

---

I head out to see Robin taking a customer's order. You can overhear Dustin and Steve talking in the booth they are sitting in.

"So, do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?" Dustin asks.

"Yeah. I mean, sure. It’s not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies." Steve replies.

"Yeah, and how’s that working out for you?" Robin responded.

"Ignore her."

I chuckle.

"So. Are you and Jessie arguing or something?" Robin asks.

I turned to her. "No, it's confusing and twisted, but I think Jessie wants to propose to me."

She looks at me in shock.

"Yeah, I know. He's asked me if I wanted to get married, and I told him after high school, but I'm barely gonna start senior year."

"So that's why you've been hiding from him."

I nodded. "Yup."

I notice Steve and Dustin going to the back.

----------------

It was hours of constant bickering and talking about Russians. I was hitting my head on my hands.

"I swear if they don't shut up."

"I know, it's so annoying."

"It sounds familiar," I hear Steve say.

"What?" Dustin replied.

"The music. The music right there at the end."

"Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!"

"I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music..."

Robin and I walked into the room.

"All right, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there." She walks to her board. Realizing her data was gone, she flipped. "Hey, my board. That was important data, shit-birds."

"I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data," Dustin replies.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?" she says.

"How does she know about the Russians?" Dustin asks.

"I don't know."

"You told her about..."

"It wasn't me."

"Hello, I can hear you. Actually, we can hear everything. You are both extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country on tape, and you're trying to translate but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do. Sound about right?" she says.

I reached out to the player. But Steve snatched it.

"Whoa! What do you think you're doing?" he asks.

"I wanna hear it." Robin and I say.

"Why?"

"'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know." Robin says.

"Russian?" Dustin asks.

"Ou-yay are-yay umb-day." Robin says.

Dustin and Steve look at each other and get excited.

"That was Pig Latin, dingus."

"Idiot," Steve says, hitting him with the banana peel.

I smack his head. He owes.

"But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me."

Dustin and Steve hesitated.

"Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, our turn to translate. I don't even want credit. We're just bored." I say.

Steve sighs and grabs the scooper, passing Robin the recorder.

---

I sat down with my head in my hands and watched Robin pace back and forward and listen to the tape.

"Wait, that last part, just one more time," Robin says.

"Okay." Dustin rewinds the tape and plays it.

"Okay, that word. Um…"

Dustin stops the recorder.

"It’s pronounced dly-nna-ya."

Dustin nods, "Dly-nna-ya."

"Which is spelled…," Robin snaps her fingers. Dustin goes to the board.

"D… D, D, D…"

"D … D … The -- the chair! The chair-looking thingy!"

"Yeah, okay."

I write it down on the notepad. Robin continues spelling out the word and I write it down.

"Our first sentence," I say.

Robin and Dustin come to me. Robin goes to the sliding window to tell Steve.

She closes it and comes back and we continue.

---

We called Steve in and looked at the board.

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west."

What the heck?

---

Steve closes and locks the gate. "I mean, it just, it just can’t be right."

"It’s right," Robin stated.

"Honestly, I think it’s great news," Dustin remarked.

"How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes. It’s total nonsense." Steve ranted.

"It’s not nonsense. It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code." I replied.

"What do you mean, a code?" Steve questioned.

"Like a super secret spy code," Dustin suggested.

"That’s a total stretch," Steve said.

"I don’t know, is it?" Robin questioned.

"You’re buying into this?" Steve questioned.

"Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What’d you think they were gonna say, fire the warhead at noon?" Robin replied.

"Exactly."

"And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so, the silver cat feeds. Why would anyone talk like that unless they were trying to mask the meaning of their message?"

"Exactly."

"And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?"

"Exactly!"

"So I guess that confirms your suspicion."

"Evil Russians."

"I can’t believe I’m about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians."

"So how do we crack it?"

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully, a pattern emerges."

"A pattern. Right, like maybe the silver cat is a meeting place?"

"Or a person."

"Or a weapon."

"It’s probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but -- where’s Steve?"

We all turned to see Steve standing next to the Indiana flyer mechanical horse, going through his pockets.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“It’s a quarter. I need -- do you have a quarter?”

“Are you sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin chuckled.

“Quarter!” Steve shouted. We went to him.

Robin tosses Steve a quarter and he puts it into a slot on the machine. The ride comes to life.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?”

“Shh!”

Dustin chuckles.

“Would you three just shut up and listen?”

“Holly shit,” I said.

“The music,” Dustin said, taking off his backpack and kneeling. “The music!”

He takes the recorder out of his backpack and presses play. The secret Russian code was playing with the same song from Indiana Flyer behind it.

“I don’t understand,” Robin says.

“It’s the exact same song on the recording,” Dustin says.

“Maybe they have horses like this in Russia,” Robin says.

“Indiana Flyer? I don’t think so. This code, it -- didn’t come from Russia.” Steve turns to us. “It came from here.”

#x reader #original character #stranger things #jessie's girl #robin buckley #harrington

[lostonehero]

Will and Henry smut

This isn't cannon to the thing I'm working on but I wrote it and it just didn't vibe with what I was going for so uh have this scrapped piece of smut

Henry was clumsily unbuttoned Williams pants like he was about to get the biggest reward, and he couldn't wait. His face was still red, and he was still very much drunk, but he was determined.

William yelped when Henry pulled down his pants, popping off the button and ripping the jeans. "Relax yourself." He shudders as the air hits his exposed member. "You can do what you want, I'll - whoa."

Henry didn't need any more permission than that he opened his mouth and took all of William in his mouth and looked up.

William's face was bright red. "What the fuck are you doing?" Wasn't he just suppose to stick his dick up his ass and call it a day. He gasps and groans. Henry's mouth was warm and wet. He wrapped his hands in Henry's loose curls and pulled. "F-fuck. Do you even have a gag reflex!" He gasps as Henry releases him with a wet pop.

Henry was up and over William, who was lying against the bed. He licked his lips. "You taste really good. I wanna. I wanna keep going."

William nods. "J-just be gentle." He shut his eyes ready for pain just like Clara would do to keep him hard. He just heard the sound of pants falling to the floor and then another lick to his erect? Was he still erect? He forced his eyes open to catch a glance to confirm. Yeah, he was still hard, and Henry was completely nude except for his socks. Even his glasses were knocked off somewhere. Hot breath was a new feeling against that area William had no experience with, and it was maddening. "Fucking shit Henry how does this feel nice."

Henry had a knowing smiling on his lips, and if he was sober, he would have prepared himself, but he was completely gone to the wind. He lowers himself and gasps. "Willy is big." He traces his hands along William's till he can tangle their fingers together.

William swallows, Henry was tight and hot. Clara never felt like this, and it was overwhelming. "Henry?" He stares up into red eyes. When did they change color? His mind went blank when Henry started moving up and down, and he never knew it could feel good.

Henry groans, quickening his pace as he locks his lips with William holding his his hand. He but on William's lip hard to draw blood when he came seeing white. His back felt heavy, and he had a headache.

William gasped as he came hard and faster than he ever had before. He swallows and stares at Henry as he pulls away. He felt like he had stars in his eyes and that he finally understood what it was supposed to be like. No wonder why everyone was obsessed with it. He shifts slightly and sighs. "Henry, I think you should move."

Henry blinks, looking down as he sits up. It takes him a moment with his pounding headache and dry mouth to realize where and what he just did. "I.... oh fuck I'm so sorry." His accent was hidden as he covered his face with his hands.

William raised his brow. "Henry, I just asked you to move." He props himself up on his elbows watching Henry's demonic parts vanish as He comes to. "Henry, can you just move so I can sit up? I'm fine, everything is fine. Are you finally sober?"

Henry pulls himself off of William and hugs his chest. "What did I make you do? William, I am so sorry I didn't want to hurt you. It's just the damn instincts and I-" he stops when William smacks his back.

"Henry, please stop talking. I told you ok, and we had sex." William crossed his legs and looked away, picking hair off his own body. "I forgot how hairy you are." He dusts his shirt off. "You also owe me a new pair of pants. I swear I'm never letting you get drunk before me again."

Henry swallows, taking in the sight of William. He was naked from the waist down. He hasn't seen him like this since college, and I made him almost forget about his looming hangover. "We had sex?"

"You had sex I kind of laid here." William shrugs. I thought it would be the other way around, but you seemed to know what you were doing. Do you have pants I can borrow because again you ripped mine."

Henry nods, pointing to his closet. "I have a few of your things you've left at our location I kind of forgot about in there. Purple box on the top shelf."

William opens the closet and finds the box immediately. "These will have to do." He sighs. "Look, Henry, before we continue, I just want to say everything is fine. Margaret told me things would be fine, and your sister told us to do it. I just want you to know that you're still my friend, and I don't want my decision to ruin that."

Henry's eyes widen, and tears prick his eyes. "William, I would never want to lose you." He pulls his knees up. "I should apologize. I haven't had control of my body in a while, and I just, I think I needed you." He shrugs and yawns. "I know that's dumb but I feel better when you're by me, and sorry I didn't say that before."

William's face is red. "I- that's great, Henry." His voice cracks slightly. "I have to head home, my children. I haven't seen them since yesterday."

"Oh fuck Charlie. Did I scare her? I didn't want her to see me drunk." Henry rubs the back of his neck.

William pauses. "You got so happy to see her. You held her like a baby and kept calling her your little darling."

Henry covers his face. "I'm so sorry Charlie."

"Take a shower, and I'll uh see you later." He smiles softly heading down fully dressed.

#william afton #henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[infernal-fire]

Arachnophobia

Warnings: sexy times, a bittt of dubcon (only if you really squint), some spitting, arachnophobia

Wc: 1.3k

Summary: A surprise visitor interrupts your sexy times, but that doesn’t stop Bucky.

a/n: i bet you won’t even be able to tell i’m deathly scared of spiders by the end of this fic ;)

Bucky’s room was always clean. 

On an average day, it looked like no one lived there.

In fact, the only way you knew he used his room was because of the one pillow and lightweight blanket that had its conspicuous presence tucked away beside the little couch. 

The room’s occupant opened the door and easily spotted you in the otherwise empty room. He bore into your panty-clad form perched on the edge of his bed and leaned into the doorframe, amused. 

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Bucky jeered.

“I’m... apologizing.”

You stood up and weightlessly padded to him while he closed the door without looking back.

“You’re damn right you are,” he taunted. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” you rolled your eyes, still refusing to close the gap between your bodies.

Earlier that week, you ignored a direct command. You stormed a room that had one too many agents to take on by yourself; you managed, though. Nonetheless, you would be a fool to think Bucky would ever let you hear the end of it. 

The quinjet was mostly silent, minus the occasional quip from the super-soldier. Even Steve had told him to lay off after the first few jabs, but he was relentless. 

The provenance of this angst? No one had known. This arrangement of yours? No one had noticed. 

“Why do you care so much, Barnes?” you finally countered. The rest of the team silently wondered the same thing.

It may have shut him up, but since then, you couldn’t go a day without thinking about the hurt that disturbed his face; it momentarily betrayed his indomitable demeanour.

Only took 6 days before you buckled.

Bucky gently placed his hands on your hips and pulled you to him. 

Kiss to the forehead. Kiss to the nose. Finally, a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I was wondering when you’d come around,” he mumbled into the deepening make-out. He began guiding your clueless form to the bed. The back of your knees hit the corner of the mattress and Bucky sat you down. He began pulling at the lace that outlined your body, diving into the crook of your neck for more kisses. 

You lightly pushed him away, keeping your hands at his shoulder while standing up again. 

“This is about you,” your nose nudged his cheek as your lips brushed along his jaw. He cupped the back of your head and let you nibble his earlobe, before pulling you off. 

“I’m equally guilty. Sorry for yelling at you.”

“I shouldn’t have said that either.”

“You still haven’t said sorry, doll.” He smirked, and once again, you roll your eyes.

“You’re really pushing it.” 

He let out a chuckle before he pulled you in for an embrace. 

“This is nice,” you murmured into his chest. 

“Right.” He didn’t sound happy, his tone lacking any intonation or conviction.

Suddenly, the super-soldier shoved you onto the bed. You couldn’t even get a word out before he was on top of you, growling like an animal, tearing at your baby doll. 

“I told you not to go in that room,” he grunted as he took out his cock from the confines of his pants. 

“Take off the rest,” you urged, picking at his sleeve.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

You watched in surprise as he lewdly spitting on your pussy and rubbed the little button. 

“Whoa, slow down there, Barnes,” you groaned, clutching his wrist.

“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered while lining up his angry, red tip against your slit. He pushed the tip in and you braced yourself for the rest, but he stopped.

“Open your eyes,” he slapped your cheek. You hadn’t even realized you closed your eyes. 

“Look at me,” he moaned as he sunk in, “Look at me while I ruin you.” 

He buried himself to the hilt and slowly dragged it back out. 

You still didn’t understand why he was so mad. He thrust back in with ferocious intent and you involuntarily yelped. 

He didn’t let you adjust. You begged.

“Slow down, please, please, please,” you chanted. 

“Gonna make you remember to never disobey me again”, he replied into the shell of your ear. Bucky had buried his face in your neck, taking refuge in the heat while he pounded away your poor cunt. 

You clenched your eyes shut and held onto him for dear life. Too much pleasure. Brain- it’s... short-circuiting. Somehow, though, he knew you closed your eyes again. 

“Open your fucking eyes.”  Tears that your eyelids had been safeguarding came trickling down your cheek. 

Bucky’s room was always clean. 

On an average day, it looked like no one lived there.

So why, for fuck’s sake, was there a cobweb in the corner? 

You stopped your gurgling when you picked up on it. Even through your blurry vision, it was easy to make out the figure of a massive spider idly hanging on the remnant of a web. 

“BUCKY! SPIDER!” you screamed. 

He cussed and sat upright with his cock still resting inside you. His head snapped to the corner of the room where he spotted the creepy-crawler. Rather than pull out, he smirked and rutted into you again. 

“Bucky,” you wailed, “Spider.”

“I know. His name is Greg.” Your eyes widened in confusion and before you could register what was happening, the Sergeant pulled out and flipped you onto all fours. You ungraciously squealed as he pulled your hair up. You were now directly looking at the monster. 

He resumed his onslaught, pulling you up to his chest while he was at it. One of his hands snaked its way to your now-swollen bud. 

You cried a little. You screamed even more.

“I’M SO SORRY, PLEASE, STOP! STOP!”

Bucky ignored your pleas, his balls now slapping your entrance as he slid in and out. He knew you could take it - if you truly couldn’t, you would have screamed the safe word, not ‘stop’. 

The spider moved a little and you screamed even louder in response. At the same time, Bucky doubled his efforts to make you come. Now, you weren’t sure which one you were screaming for.

Finally, you came and felt Bucky’s warmth coat your insides as well. You wanted to enjoy the ride down, but all you could think about was that fucking spider, Greg. 

Bucky untangled his limbs from yours, effectively dropping you face-first onto the bedding while he pulled out. 

Exhaustion was piling over you, yet you couldn’t stop sleepily mumbling about the spider. You saw Bucky stand up on the bed, sticking out his vibranium arm to let Greg crawl onto him. He grinned at you deviously. 

“No, no, no, no.”

All your sleepiness was gone, with Barnes now inching closer to you with the beast in hand.

He laughed loudly, clutching his chest before making his way to the window and gently dropping the demon spawn. He made a little shooing motion and reminded Greg to come back after you were gone.

“What the fuck, Barnes?” You stared at him incredulously. A yawn overtook you and you laid down again, cautiously peering at the corners for any more mini-devils. 

“That’s a lesson for you,” he yawned too and climbed into bed. He pulled into his chest but you resisted and he snickered again. He pulled you in more forcefully and you huffed as you settled into his arms. 

“Fucking Greg.”

“Hey, don’t talk shit about Greg. He listens better than you,” Bucky quipped back. 

“Your room is always so clean, how the fuck did that get in here?”

“I can’t destroy his web. That’s his home!” You sighed and looked up at him, unaware of how to deal with him.

“Plus, he’s great company,” he added. 

“Oh yeah, yeah, of course. I’m sure you could find a good spider to fuck as well. Maybe I should call Peter in here for good measure?”

“Shut the fuck up before I stuff your mouth with my cock and bring him back in to watch.”

“You’re sick in the head, Barnes,” you defeatedly rebuked.

“But you love it.” 

You shook your head and dug your face into his shoulder. 

Little did you know that Bucky could feel the faint outline of a smile against his skin.

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St. Sinclair Hall, Ahtolia (12:15pm)

Catalina: Whoa, it’s crowded in here. Where are we going to sit?

Alfie: Mum said we have our own area. We’ll have to look for them.

Catalina: Oh! I see Hugo. They’re over there!

Alfie: You can go to them first, I’m going to see Dira.

Catalina: Oh, alright.

Indirah *thinking*: You can do this. You’ve practiced enough. It’s not your first time—

Hailey: Dira!

Indirah: Oh my god! Don’t scare me like that!

Hailey: Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was trying to call you but you didn’t hear me.

Indirah: *sighs* It’s fine. Why are you calling me for?

Hailey: Your brother wants to see you. He’s waiting outside.

Indirah: Oh, okay. Thanks.

Indirah: Alfie! You’re here!

Alfie: Of course! I promised, remember?

Indirah: I thought you were busy. Is Lina here too?

Alfie: Yeap, she’s with mum and dad. I was expecting to see Justin at the seat. Is he not coming?

Indirah:...

Alfie: Dira?

Indirah: Justin’s not coming.

Alfie: Did something happen?

Indirah: I broke up with him.

Alfie: Oh...Do you want to talk about it?

Indirah: No. I don’t. Not in the mood for it.

Alfie: Well uh, okay. When’s your turn, by the way?

Indirah: In a few minutes. I’m about to leave actually.

Alfie: Oh, let’s go then.

Alfie: Don’t be nervous. You’re going to do great.

Indirah: Yeah, I hope so—

Justin: Dira!

Indirah: Justin? What are you doing here?

Justin: I want to talk to you. I want to apologize for what I said yesterday.

Indirah: No. I don’t want to hear it.

Justin: Dira, please listen to me...

Alfie: Back off, kid. She doesn’t want to talk to you.

Justin: I’m sorry sir, but this is not your business.

Indirah: Well, I said no! You've already said enough. I don’t want to hear anything from you.

Justin: Can you stop being so stubborn? This is why we got into that fight yesterday. You always have your head stuck so far up your ass you never see what you’re doing is affecting me.

Alfie: What did you just say about my sister? Do you want to die?

Justin: Am I wrong? Your sister is a stuck up little b—

Indirah: *sighs* Shamal...

Justin: Wh-what are you doing? Ow! Let go of me!

Indirah: Shut the fuck up. If I hear one more word coming out of your mouth, I’ll show you what I’m really capable of.

Indirah: Come on, Alfie. Let’s go.

Alfie: That was nice. You should’ve broken both his arms. I wouldn't have said anything to mum and dad.

Indirah: Shut up, Alfie.

Alfie: *scoffs* Okay, damn. I hope you won’t kill your sparring partner later.

Indirah: Tch, I’ll try.

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