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starfxkr · 1 month

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trap!jj sees you crying and eats you out to make you feel better (esp bunny & kitt)

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when jj came home to find you crying on the couch it took everything in him not to blow up, there was noting more he hated than seeing you distraught, but he knew violence wasn't the answer.

instead he approaches you cautiously for once, slipping in the bed next to you, "now what's with the waterworks huh pussycat?" he gently placed a ringed hand on the exposed flesh of your waist and you could't help but shiver at the feeling of the cool metal.

"I don't wanna talk about it," you shift to face him with a pout on your face, not your normal petulant expression—one of genuine distress, as tears well up in your eyes. “god i feel so stupid crying about it.”

the sight of you made him ache. try as he might to sheild you from the hurt and the pain he couldn’t. he could only do his best to make you feel better.

“we can talk about it when you want aight? don’t worry your pretty self about any of that bullshit right now. papa’d gonna make you feel all better.” a rough hand reaches up to stroke your tearstained cheek with his thumb, when he strokes your plump bottom lip you take him in. “i’ll fix it….promise you i will.”

and jj may not be able to snap his fingers and erase your problems, but he can offer a little relief. his lips and tongue were always a welcome treat with the way he expertly wrapped them around your clit. he spread your lips and licked your cunt in long, slow stripes. each time he dipped inside your clenching hole your fingers tightened in his hair until your nails scratched at his scalp.

it was enough to get lost in you—to feel your thighs dhake against his ears as more of your arousal poured onto his waiting tongue. he didn’t care about any of his friends or crew finding out he was a nunch for you—as long as he was the one who’s name you called out.

he circles a finger around your clenching hole, detaching himself from suckling on your swollen clit, you ready to tell me what happened baby girl?”

your head was swimming so much you almost didn’t hear the question until he repeated himself, “i-it was rafe!”

he slowly slid the finger inside, “and what did he do? cmon tell papa, you know i got you.” the blonde returns to your clit for a few encouraging sucks before releasing you again.

“he-he told me you didn’t want me…that i was just a game for you to play like all the others. and that when he finally dropped you i would be his. but-but i don’t want anyone else i just want you!”

jj was so shocked he completely paused.

“papa?” you tried tentatively, raking your hands through his sweaty hair in efforts for him to say something.

he leaned up from where he was laying between your legs, fingers resuming their steady pace inside your pussy, “i want you to listen to me okay?” he grabbed your face to maintain eye contact, “aint shit out there for me but you. no other bitches. and rafe cameron will be a dead man before he touches you.” his fingers speed up but he doesn’t let your eyes close—giving you a gentle slap to keep your attention.

“you’re my baby aight? this right here? is mine.” his palm comes up to rub against your clit, essentially allowing him to grab your whole pussy, but the other hand lays itself over your chest, “but more importantly this is mine. you’re mine pussycat, nobody elses. you got that?”

your heart flutters wildly at the confession-he looks almost desperate for you to understand. and you do, nodding your head as the tears threaten to fall, “i do.”

jj looks relieved at whatever he sees in your eyes and he visibly relaxes, “mhm thats what i thought.” he smothers your face with kisses, trailing them down your face, neck, chest until he’s back between your legs.

“this pretty little pussy is all mine. now hold these for me babygirl im hungry.” you grab your legs as he instructed so he can really get to work. dragging his tongue from your pussy to your ass so you were panting and squirming above him. rubbing your sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb as he swirled around your puckered hole.

“ple-please be careful m’gonna cum.” you weren’t sure what you were warning him about but he seemed to know. the thumb circling your clit quickly slipped back into your pussy as he reattached his lips to your clit and rubbed your tender asshole with four wet fingers—never pressing in just massaging until you began to shake.

whatever he wanted to say died in his lips in a grunt when you started cumming, quick little gushes that he lapped up eagerly even as it drenched his face.

the ceiling spun as pleasure crashed onto you, you were gasping so loud you didn’t hear your boyfriend speak, “easy now, you gotta breath pussycat. can’t have you passin out ion know how i’ma explain that one.”

when you finally came to you were wrapped in his arms with one of his hands between your legs massaging your still trembling pussy.

“how was that? feel better dontchu?”

“feel a lot better.”

“good good…you get yourself together and how bout me and you pay mr. cameron a little visit hm?”

jj always knew how to take care of you, as rough and dangerous as he was. there was no doubt in your mind that he belonged to you just as much as you did to him.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #trap!jj #kitten!reader

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 1 year

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I liked the Sebastian nest thing, could you write a version of Claude in heat? Since he's a spider it would be weird.

Aight!!

Spiders make silk ‘beds’ to hold their eggs (and mate over typically as it’s saferish than regular webs since only the ones who knit it know which webs are sticky/dangerous to step on)

Spiders (males) will bring fresh food to the female they want to court and might even give them a massage to discourage the female from eating them

(Another observed behavior is males going down on females repeatedly)

Claude (preheat behavior, monster/inhuman behavior, inappropriate amount of webs (arachnophobes beware ((I AM ONE-)))

You knew sometimes you wake up to weird things, but you weren’t expecting to wake to to see a layer of well woven webs covering the entirety of your room. It made your skin crawl at the thought of touching it. You got up, freezing upon realizing even your bedsheets were covered in something, though it appeared to be more silk like than web like.

You threw your bedsheets aside and stood up on your bed. “Claude! Hannah!” You shout, genuinely frustrated at this. Hannah was the first to show up, covering her face as soon as she saw the webs everywhere. You could hear a light laugh escape her. “I’d this funny to you?” You shake you head, staring her down.

“Oh, absolutely not. Here, I’ll help you get past them.” She carefully stepped over a few webs, stepping on what appeared to be thicker web, walking across it with ease. You hesitantly moved to step off the bed only to be picked up. “Sorry, but we can’t let you get stuck to the webs.” Hannah Carries you outside the room.

Your relived to be placed down, when you look back you notice the webs stop just at the doorway to your room. “Gross, get rid of the webs.” You huff out. Hannah places you down, letting you take a few steps ahead of her. “Please get me some clothes to change into as well-“

“We aren’t getting rid of the webs.”

You hear Claude hiss out. You glared at him. “And why is that? Why the hell do you think I’d let WEBS stay in my ROOOM??” You nearly shout at him. Hannah quickly steps aside, heading to get you a change of clothes.

Claude shook his head. “Are the webs hurting you? No. Leave them alone, besides, we need soft bedding for the eggs you’ll lay.” You give Claude a confused/disgusted face.

“I’m not going to lay eggs? What the hell are you talking about?” You slap his hip. “What is going on in your head to make you think I’m going to lay any eggs?”

Claude huffed. “We can deal with it later.” He walked to your side, wrapping an arm around you. He leaned down nuzzling the side of your face. “I’d rather not argue with you now.” He kisses the shell of your ear, sighing into your ear. “Let me get you something to eat, can’t have you hungry.”

He gently picks you up and carry’s you to the dining room, to your surprise, there’s a feast layed out before you. “Claude. It’s 9 A.M., why is there so much food I thought demons don’t eat-“

“Yes demons don’t eat food.” He interrupted. “But it’ll be hard for you to bear our young if you aren’t well fed.” You shake your head, lowering your head into your arms.

“Claude how sense are you? I’m not going to have kids!” He seemed taken aback by your domineer. You took a deep breath and faced away from him. “Do you think we are going to fuck here and now then have a kid by tomorrow? You know it takes nine months for humans to give birth right?”

He freezes at that. “You wouldn’t have one child, there’d be dozens, and besides, a demon human hybrid would take less time to incubate, I’ll help you with laying the eggs, don’t worry-“

“Claude do I need to slap you to make you listen to me? Humans don’t lay eggs, humans need nine months before birth for more than just the development of the child-why do you suddenly want a kid anyway???”

He shuffled in place. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want a child with you?” He winked at you, a smile spreading across his face.

#nsft #black butler x reader #black butler claude #claude x reader black butler #Claude x reader #inhuman behavior #monster fluffer #slight nsft #weird spider monster behavior #cw arachnophobia #preheat behavior

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hunting4fluff · 9 months

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aight come get y’all food hehe

Business as Usual pt.2

(Sorry about the wait! Hope y’all enjoy :))

Summary: Lyla informs Peter about something that Might help Miguel relax for a bit.

Lee Miguel

Ler Peter

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At 9 at night, a message from Lyla was the last thing Peter was expecting. He had fallen asleep in his recliner after putting Mayday to bed when his phone buzzed in the crack of the cushion, the sound amplified by the texture of the leather and waking the groggy man. He slipped his hand down and fumbled with the phone, grunting in frustration before finally managing to pry it from it's pit. He squinted at the sudden light, allowing his eyes to adjust before reading.

"Miguel has finally agreed to me sharing some information that I think you'll find very useful."

Peter furrowed his brow, perplexed before reading the name at the top of the messaging app. His eyes widened as his sleepiness was readily forgotten as he sent a message back to Lyla.

"Lay it on me!" Peter sent back with a thumbs up. Lyla's message sent back in a matter of seconds, reading:

"I could explain, but I think this video will do justice for all the details."

Peter quickly tapped the video, cursing his slow connection as it buffered for a moment. The moment the video played, his face lit up in delight, laughing as he started to compose a message back.

"You think he'd let me?" To say he was excited was an understatement- he wasn't even entirely certain of the last time he had seen Miguel smile.

"He'll definitely curse you out, but it'll be good for him. Trust the process and go for the hips." Lyla messaged back, only making Peter grin more. He sent back a thumbs up emoji and went to get ready for bed. He figured he would get well rested enough to remain agile in case he got hit.

By around lunchtime at noon, Miguel was back to his usual irritable demeanor. He had grabbed himself a sandwich from the cafeteria and had barely touched it, instead staring at the screens in front of him and watching for anomalies with a glare.

Peter swung in landing with a soft thud behind Miguel and leaning over the other man's shoulder with a huge grin.

"Ooh, fun, fun. Scowling over the Spiderverse?" Peter commented, earning a irritated huff from Miguel.

"I'm working. Like you should be doing. Preferably in your own universe."

Peter chuckled, unbothered by Miguel's grumpy jabs.

"C'mon, you're working all the time. Why don't you loosen up a little? You never laugh, smile- Spiderpeople are funny! You're the only Spiderman who's not funny!" Peter went on his 'witty spider' rant, wrapping an arm around Miguel's shoulders. Miguel thought about shrugging him off, but instead rolled his eyes, glancing at another screen away from Peter's head.

"What are you even doing here, anyways? What's it gonna take to get you to leave?" Miguel grumbled. Peter's face lit up as Miguel asked the question, taking this as the perfect opportunity to elaborate.

"What will it take? Hmm... let's see... How about a smile for once? Lyla told me some interesting information last night..." Peter hummed, the arm draped over Miguel's shoulders moving to drag his fingers over the opposite side of Miguel's neck. His forearm rested on Miguel's collarbones, making it hard to shake off when Miguel jumped and fought back laughter.

"Peter..." Miguel warned, his cheeks tinting noticably redder as his voice strained to contain himself. He didn't fight Peter away, however. Instead he sat there, his shoulders trembling as he tried to appear calm.

"Miguel." Peter teased back, his fingers dragging dangerously close to Miguel's jaw. Miguel's chin snapped down to his chest, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he restrained laughter. Peter's movement didn't quit yet as he dragged his finger lightly behind Miguel's ear, causing the larger man to snort. Peter was grinning like a fool, his other hand sneaking behind Miguel to surprise him on his ribs.

"There we go! Now can you laugh? I'm almost worried you don't know how." Peter chuckled as Miguel started to curl in on himself. Now was the perfect time. Peter clutched his hand to Miguel's ribs, massaging his fingers over the bone gently. Miguel immediately arched away from the touch, an honest to god *giggle* slipping out of him as Peter unwrapped his arm from across his chest. Miguel suppressed more laughter, his face flushing red as a full blow grin graced his features. Peter's now free hand clung to the other side of Miguel's ribs, causing the other man to burst into laughter and curl into the desk in front of him. He wrapped his arms around his face as his shoulder shook with laughter as the loud sounds poured from behind his shield.

"That was a cute sound!" Peter laughed, fully pleased with himself as his hands shifted down to Miguel's sides. Miguel's head shot up at the change and his laughter was fully exposed to the room. He was grateful it was just him and Peter in his workspace.

"P-Peter! ¡Cállate!" He yelped out, his hands slamming onto the table as he gripped the metal surface. His claws ground with an almost painful sound, causing Peter to flinch and shift one of his hands back up to Miguel's ribs. Miguel's laughter grew in volume squirming and finally twisting himself around to grab at Peter's arms.

"Woah there!" Peter laughed, moving out of reach before moving back in to grab Miguel's hips like Lyla instructed earlier. Miguel's entire face scrunched up with laughter as he doubled over, gripping Peter’s wrists but not moving them in the slightest. His shoulders shook with loud laughter and even as his head bowed lower to hide himself, he didn’t look angry by it.

Peter stared at Miguel, partially overjoyed that his- even though it was really lyla’s -plan worked, and partially blown away that Miguel could even be anything other than angry. He heard a snort and whine from Miguel whom of which, in the midst of his dumbfounded musing, he had somewhat forgotten that he was actually still tickling him. He lightened up, spidering his fingers up Miguel’s sides one last time before pulling away. Miguel yelped and his head shot up as he arched his back a bit, his face still beaming from laughter. He sat there and curled around himself a hint, still shaking from residual giggles and catching his breath.

Peter continued to stand in front of Miguel, a large grin plastered across his face in pride. He patted Miguel’s shoulder earning a familiar groan from the larger man as he propped his elbows on his knees and hid his face.

“Nobody hears about this.” Miguel’s demanded, knowing full well he’d never hear the end of it. Peter just chuckled and shook his head.

“My lips are sealed. This stays between me you and Lyla- but hey! You seem a lot more relaxed now!” Peter commented. Miguel raised his head to shoot a glare at Peter, but it was clear that his heart wasn’t in it.

“Also, I didn’t hear a ‘stop’ or ‘no’- I think you told me to ‘shut up’, but-“

“Peter.” Miguel huffed, his face flushing again. Peter leaned in a bit closer to Miguel.

“What, am I wrong? Did you really hate it all that much?” Peter was being a bit more teasing, his voice traced by an amused laugh. He knew it was all in good fun and Miguel’s reaction said it all.

“I… Yeah, okay whatever. Just- go do something important.” Miguel huffed, his vague admission more than enough for Peter to beam.

“You know, maybe we could make it a business thing. We schedule once a week to help you rela-“

“PETER.”

“Alright, alright, I’m headed out! Sheesh.” Peter shrugged. He still couldn’t manage to wipe the smile from his own face, and maybe he could help Miguel wear one more often.

#tickle fluff #atsv tickle #hunting4fluff #sfw tickling #miguel ohara #t word

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mariii1 · 1 year

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What Sex Toy Should You Buy? 🤔🙈 18+

Yes fuck what I was gonna do for New Years im only doing unique shit from now onnn kkkkkkkk 🤭

1.okay i think most things would fit you guys and some of you may get aroused easily. On the other hand of the spectrum some of y'all find it hard to cum soo I would suggest to get something thats stronger than average even if you're a beginner. Across the board I'm thinking of a hitachi or just a hardcore wand even if you're sensitive. But definitely one with multiple settings OR you get something like the hitachi with something else and use them at the same time. This could also be about finding better stimulants like even taking aphrodisiacs if ya want (personally for me 🍃=💦) or just better porn. Aka finding ways to get yourself more aroused even if you're sensitive (maybe be learning how to keep yourself going) just wanna put this out there, don't feel bad if you've had experiences where a partner or someone just couldnt make you orgasm, you dont owe them anything. You don't have to mask your displeasure or claim that nothing is ever enough for you just to make others (or internalize shame) to feel better.

2. Aight maybe your deciding rn and/or your looking for one you use with other people. You might also want something that doesn't make u climax right away. Tbh i might not even be able to tell you cuz i think you'll find the perfect one on your own soon enough. Buttt i can give suggestions which is something flashy like those relief controlled vibrating mount or even a dildo machine if you have the funds. Also having a someone else edge you like fr. Using hands to edge someone that's restrained in some way can really draw things out. Anyways good luck 👍✨️

3. Why the fuck am i dealing with tremendous amounts of religious trauma in this pile specifically like what's going on here y'all 😭😭 Y'all the first where purity culture shame really came thruuuu. Anyways, im literally getting for a few a you to heal your relationship with god whether its viewing it differently or cutting it off completely. Im sorry im nagging I literally hate giving advice, but what would really help is figuring out your sexuality (not necessarily sexual orientation) in more depth. Some of you may be ace and are thinking your in the gray area and want to really see and know what your boundaries, and a few of you could do it with a trusted person (probs a partner). Go ahead and put that idea out there if you want, i think the person in mind would recieve that idea well. Some of you want to practice touching other people and thats fine too.

4.I think you're on the mission to find something to tire yourself out with and I wholeheartedly agree with that. Definitely something you can use laying down, no hands if possible. Maybe one of those self thrusting insertable virbators, or just one that will stay in place. I saw an ad for a brand called lelo and they have a lot of insertable vibrators. Maybe also a self thrusting rabbit dildo. Ofc think beyond what i said here this could also be about learning how to turn yourself on more or even learning how to orgasm without touching yourself at all. Its giving pleasure with the least amount of effort possible 👏

5.like a lot of piles i feel like youll find out about this one on your own its most definitely an impulsive purchase. Y'all want to feel tired after and at the same time you're willing to work with what you can afford/find. Maybe you're someone who can get off humping anything. Anyways whatever is within your tax bracket. To make your life harder, I will challenge you to get a more ✨️experimental✨️ type of sex toy, like a fantasy dildo or sleeve or toys that you physically have to ride/thrust into. Have fun and stay safe👍

6. I'm already getting some boujeee ass ppl in here. You should get a sex toy you know other people should be jealous of. I think yall want something that will make you feel highly desirable and sexy. Not classy but attractive u know? Something expensive. I think choosing a type porn or whatever u to get aroused, that makes you feel like a queen. Watching povs that are catered to people with praise kinks, doing things to make you feel like every part of your body is a blessing and miracle. I'm getting for a lot of it might be wearing very expensive latex and leather items, or just unique fetish wear. This could also literally be about partaking in online domming and if you're cool with it, making videos catered to more submissive ppl iykyk. Idk why but i think you would do well with like a remote controlled vibrator or dildo that you can wear underneath clothes (PLEASE be respectful and mindful of public places plzz😭😭) but yeah y'all are hot girls

#pick a card #tarot #queer tarot #pick a pile #pac #tarot reading #love tarot reading #pick a deck #18+ tarot #18+#shygirl #nuxxe

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goblin-spider · 6 days

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[Log 10]

«Sample one is no good. Too much crust, not enough goop. Sample two is better but won't hold up well for the reaction. Sample three has enou- *Loud crashing sound* *grabs his knife* -hello?»

*Little footsteps run up to him and the culprit hugs his leg*

«Daddy!! Ya home! I missed you.»

«Sweetie, *picks him up* remember what I said about running in my work space?»

«to work harderer on the concentration thingy.»

«That's right. Now, daddy's office isn't the place to play. You have the library and the whooolee of the bunker to play.»

«But pa said no going into my room. There's a big pretty lady in there and this one who looks like you but no s-sarcs-scars and a boy I'm not allowed to talk to.»

*He sighs and takes Noah over to a nearby chair, sitting him on his lap and wiping the Vegemite off the corners of Noah's mouth.*

«They're me and your pa's friends. The lady laying down is Spider Nymph. She's veerryy sick and needs to be guarded in case anyone comes knocking who isn't supposed to. Then there's Gwen, the bounty hunter lady. Shesss... From another dimension. Me. If I were born a thousand or so years ago and had less silly things happening. The man is Hopper. You can't go near him cause he doesn't like being near children.»

*Noah turns his head to the lab portion of the work room where cocoon and blood samples sat neatly in vials beside Harry's serums that the older version of him was working on fixing.*

«Where's Gato? He's meant to be here.»

«Pardon?»

«Step cato. Gato.»

«He's at your aunty Lily's comforting tío Miggy. I have to go back there soon and keep him company, cause he gets lonely and awkward. Wanna come? Your little sister might be there.»

«... supposed to be here...»

*His brow furrows in worry at Noah's insistence that Gabe was meant to be there. Something in his gut told him something was wrong... Besides the Oscorp employees tied up in the middle of the place.*

«Well, how about I bring him here and have him help me and your pa with these guys? We can bake cookies after and all play games in unreality together.»

«no, Daddy, the work room is supposed to have a biiiggg fire but it's not. Why?.»

*Mer felt deeply puzzled by that statement and Noah's knowledge of something he didn't*

«has your pa been letting you read Shakespeare again?»

«*points to the lab section* ya supposed to be there makin' tío Bowes serum. Step Gato is supposed to be there on a 'puter n' stuff. Men are supposed to come through the door over there and eat you.»

*His eyes turn into saucers and he glances over at the door in panic. He starts to remember a sequence of events where the security doors open and inheritors storm it*

«HOPPER!!!!???»

*he holds Noah close to his chest in panic. He can't do much, as he's only got one and a half legs and can't run.*

«...Is hopperer me?... He looks like me...»

*Mer had to use his dad voice now, considering the older version of Noah was ignoring him to continue snuggling in bed with Carla.*

«Shh sweetie, no. He's err... A distant relation. HOPPER! GET DOWN HERE NOW!.»

*hopper forces himself out of bed and calls out something along the lines of 'coming be patient' and bursts through the doors*

«Yeah? Whatcha need?»

«Wee ones talking about a canon event that isn't currently happening. *He stares daggers at hopper, as if to say 'i know you've stopped something'* Can you also call Gabe, harry and Bowe and let them know I'll be back with the serums soon?»

«Why me? I've gotta help keep this place safe.»

«Everett and Gwen are doing that. You're snuggling with your sick wife. 3 mins is nothing, plus I disconnected Everett from the NormTech manual. Can't message them myself.»

«Aight but ya owe me.»

«Owe you shmow you. I don't care, I'll do whatever. Call them, let them know I'm coming.»

«Careful there daaa- aaaiii I mean mer. *His eyes shifted to the younger him in his dad's arms. He knows what he's thinking and feeling.* You takin' Noah?»

«*mer nods and webs his way back to the samples and serums* can't leave him here while rebellion is raging and the world's gloriously on fire.»

*Hopper walks over and takes charge over mer's work*

«lemme finish these up while ya rest. Can get these done quick smart.»

«Thanks. *He holds the younger version of Noah protectively, afraid of the visions he'd seen. Afraid they'd happen still.*»

«It won't happen again. Can't happen. Your fate is set now.»

*the work room remained almost noiseless between them, besides the low drone of machinery and the clinking of test tubes*

«Is there a catch for being alive right now? To not have those beings ransacking our home and eating us?»

*Hopper didn't want to say it out loud. He could feel Noah's eyes in the back of his head as mer's words circled around in his thoughts.*

«Aha, what makes ya think there's a catch? There's none... And this is my home. Not yours. Never was yours. You were always away after carnage.»

*Mer puts Noah down and hops over to hopper, putting his hands on the bench for balance*

«Because there's always a catch with you... *He half hugs him* and I'm sorry. I wished I could be here for you more. Your pa kept me from you for a long while.»

«17 years... That's the catch. You've set your path, set down the shoes you wanna wear, now fill them.»

[end log]

#sorry if theres mistakes im sick and pretty eepy #the life of mer taylor #mer osborn #spidersona #spiderverse #oc rp #oc post

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lmelodie · 6 months

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The Santa Clauses Season 2

It's here! And I have access to it, and all of my drably splintery thoughts on the first two episodes.

As an FYI, all my reviews are gonna be hella spoilery so I'll be doing all the reviewing under read mores and under the tags #TSCS spoilers and #Review2

Oh boy unsolicited thoughts HERE WE GO!

Episode 1:

I gotta say, Fluffy is not a bad character in this so far. Christmas Churros are a gold mine and I'm surprised no one has tried to capitalize on that yet.

Scott immediately assuming that Carol was going to kill Gary says a lot about the both of them and their dynamic that I wish was consistent. I love the idea that Carol is down for murder, keep that in cowards!

I have zero idea why Scott is so uptight about Riley keeping this secret when you literally gave EVERYONE IN THE WORLD MAGIC SNOW GLOBES. Nobody here is doing a good job of keeping any of this secret! No one!

And not the North Pole having a Gaslighting Department. Thats, just actually so funny to me. And you bet your sweet ass that Jack frequents that department, he might be employed there!

And once again to reiterate, these songs breaks are just NOT it. As someone who usually love musicals! The songs are mid at most and are just shoehorned into the most random places. Idk, still not vibing.

But Betty and Noel? STILL TOP TIER. I'll talk about them more in a bit, but they are literally perfect. The Blueprint. Betty and Noel get no notes from me. They made cardboard cutouts of each other's faces, like come on! They're cute as SHIT.

Mad Santa lore? Its aight. I appreciate the franchise trying to carve out its own lore after more than 15 years of inactivity. Its decent lore! For the world that it exists in at least. It's just not my personal cup of tea, and I don't see myself utilizing it in my own stories. But I appreciate that it is there.

And you cannot tell me that Jack hasn't tried to team up with Mad Santa before. It just seems like something he would do to, noticing that there was a Santa getting a bad rep and he could feasibly swoop in and break down the institution.

I wanna imagine he went up to him like, so I've heard you've been trying to subjugate a people. Here's my resume, I am all for murder, I do work well with gnomes, consider me. And then he got promptly ghosted.

Episode 2:

Bro the training vest is made out of St. Nicks robe?? What ISNT made out of that robe??? Isn't that like...an important artifact? I would assume it would be if it has that much Christmas magic in it. Why do we keep cutting it up and using it to make things? Is there any of it left?? Does it regenerate its own fabric??? None of these questions will ever be provided answers, I'm sure.

YO ITS MY BOY CUPID!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!!

Fucking LOVE Cupid! He's just as great as I remember! And because he had so little screen time, he didn't get too butchered!

And I like how he lists only specific Legends that are concerned with the succession. Implying in universe that Father Time and Tooth either think Cal is a good choice, or simply don't give a shit. And i love that for them.

But Cupid does list Sandy, EB and Mother Nature as people who do care. And we already know that were gonna get confirmed Sandy and EB cameos later, so I'm gonna CROSS MY FINGERS SO HARD for a possible Mother Nature cameo at some point. I just want her to lay down the LAW that's all I ask!

Let's how about, leave the puberty topic, out of this series entirely? Wish that whole miscommunication. DIDNT happen.

But we do have WITCH SANDRA!! This was the only possible choice for her, go off queen! Lucy and Sandra with the clasping hands meme: Teenage Girl with Magic Witch Powers. This was the best possible turn for her character, love that for you babe!

As I suspected, Befana in these episodes is a peach yet again. Fucking love Befana, no notes for her either, she's always great.

BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT NOEL AND BETTY!? and how they gave them the most romantic, whirlwind love story of the century? How they met was so FUCKING CUTE! Romeo and Juliet can pack it up! Because THEY are just better!

Betty really took one look at Noel and went, Tee hee, giggle, twirls hair, kicks feet. And I love that for her!

#nonart #the santa clauses #TSCS spoilers #review2 #I liked Mad Santa more than I thought I would!#And Sandman's cameo later on in the season is gonna give me LIFE

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it's that anon who wanted to hold miguel's hand. it's, like, almost 12 am right now and now i wanna just hug him after seeing his back so much in edits. or collapse on top of him bc i'm mad tired rn. collapse on top of him and lay on his chest and maybe put my hand right on top of his happy trail. tip of my fingers under his pants, yk. i also just want him to lay his entire body weight on me and hold my shoulders down and just feed on me. i think miguel might like if reader's showing a bit of uneasiness when he bares his fangs or claws or both. probably laugh a bit in their face or against that spot under their ear. tell's em, "don't be afraid, muñeca" and the pet name just gives 'em goosebumps because they only ever hear that from him when he's planning something diabolical. they feel a shiver down their spine because he only ever calls them a doll when they're splayed out on the bed getting fucked to delirium by him. it's like that fucking experiment or smth. miguel would get a rise out of seeing them so nervous over hearing one little word. think he'll hold reader's wrists when they try to push at his stomach bc they're whining and saying it's too much already, that's too much. maybe he's trained them to say "thank you" so reader says, "thank you- thank you. please, i c- can't take any more." and he lets go of their wrists to wipe their tears away. their cunt's been doing the same thing for the past hour(s). cumming and squirting all over him. leaving his thighs wet. making their fuck session all the more sloppier. anyway, beast of a man he is leans down and kisses 'em to hush their cries (that makes his cock throb inside them 'cause i bet this man feels a lil something when they cry). "thank you too, muñeca. thank you too for letting me fuck you like this. pero lo siento, amor.. i'm afraid.." he trails off bc he can feel they're hanging onto his every word. "i'm not done yet." miguel would leave them one last kiss before continuing to fuck them, i think. aight, oh my gods, i didn't think this would be so long. i'll hop out b4 i add any more 🚶‍♀️ i fcking love the new theme, by the way! goodnight, peoples

saw this last night and woah. u. u are crazy. the idea of miguel getting off on your fear… him sayin he’s not done yet… yeah anon u want me to go crazy!!

#˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. mcon mail 💌#[miguel ask]#y’all are literally insane 😭#[mail: anon]

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14. Startin' somethin'.

"This is my first time, even stepping foot in a poetry slam," she looks around in awe, "wow, I've been wanting to experience this so bad!" Stevie rubs her hands together, staring up at Rod excitingly.

He smiles. "I'm glad I could bring you here."

Heading over to a loveseat in the corner, not too far from the stage, they sit down and observe the scene.

"I'm glad I got the day off. I miss spending time with you, outside of the house." Rod chuckles.

"Me too, babe. It's really sweet that you thought about this."

"Well, you rarely talk about it, but I know your poetry is important to you. You've been secretly, not so secretly eyeing the flyer for a couple days."

Stevie playfully rolls her eyes. "You want a cookie for paying attention to me? Cause, I'll give you one."

"I want more than a cookie, if that's the case." He wraps his arm around her.

"You want ice cream, too?"

"If I can put it on you." He licks his lips.

"You can do whatever you want." She bats her lashes.

"Oh, word?"

"Mhm."

"Gimme a kiss, girl." She giggles and leans in, meeting him halfway for a wet kiss.

But he doesn't stop there. His kisses trail towards her neck, where his tongue comes out to play, making her squeal.

"Roderick, cut it out!" She pushes his side, but he doesn't budge.

A soft moan escapes her, as his tongue finds her sweet spot. "Mm, sing that shit for me."

She pushes him again, this time earning a laugh.

"Aight, I'll leave you alone."

She huffs and pulls her hoodie up on her neck. "Always tryna get me started."

"You only want me to stop, cause we in public." He mumbles in her ear, watching someone walk onto the stage.

"That might be true." They both laugh.

Tapping the mic twice, the man starts talking to the small crowd. "How y'all doin' this fine afternoon?"

Hearty applause sounds. "First up is a personal favorite of mine. Known for her smooth voice and sweet rhymes, give it up for Suga!"

A woman with the complexion of umber, waltzes onto the stage, humbly nodding at the applause. Her ash grey cropped turtleneck and black mini skirt pair well with her gold chain and matching mules.

"It's always a pleasure, Ray." Her buttery, deep voice makes Stevie's eyes widen.

"Woah."

"What you got for us, shorty?" He asks into the mic.

"Somethin' short n' sweet for my lovers." A couple of people whistle, while Rod tightens his hold on Stevie, making her blush.

"Do your thing." With that, he leaves the stage and the yellow light dims into a pale orange, illuminating her skin in the most beautiful way.

Pull back the curtains and let the sun wash over me

Just as your love does.

Lay next to me and engulf me in your embrace, just as your love does.

Kiss...

Touch...

Taste...

Drink me in,

Like I'm your favorite whiskey.

Savor me on those sweet lips of yours.

Take me in,

Just as your love does.

The light returns to its regular color and the crowd claps for her. Stevie's slightly risen eyebrow lets Rod know that her interest is definitely piqued.

"You thinkin' bout gettin' up there, one day?" Pulling her gaze away from the stage, Stevie turns to face him.

"I don't know.... maybe?"

"You should! Your writing is really good, baby."

"Thanks, baby. Maybe one day, yeah... it's gotta be something really good, though."

"Don't sweat it. You can get up there and do any piece and everybody would love it." He presses a kiss to her cheek.

"I love you."

"And, I love you."

"It just had to start fucking raining." Stevie grumbles, tightening the strings on her hoodie as Rod quickly leads her inside the pizza parlor.

"You like the rain, though." They find a booth by the window and sit on the same side, like usual.

"Yeah, when I can stay in bed and remain dry." She pulls her hood off and runs her hands over her slicked back ponytail.

"We can take the pizza to go—"

"No, ignore me. I'm being dramatic." Rod chuckles and glances at the menu, already knowing what kind of pizza she wants.

"That's your middle name, Vie."

"My middle name is Alaina." She snaps, continuing to run her hands over the top of her head.

"The dramatic is silent, then." He shrugs. "it's still there. And stop doing that," he shifts in his seat and removes her hands from her hair, "it looks fine."

"Are you sure? There's no fly aways?"

"No, baby. It's perfect." She sighs and folds her hands into her lap.

"Okay."

"Okay," returning to his straightforward position, he flags down a waitress.

"What can I get y'all?" The brunette beauty asks.

"Can we do half cheese, half pepperoni with two cokes." Rod orders.

"You sure can," she scribbles everything down on her notepad, "anything else for you?"

"That's it."

"It'll be out in fifteen minutes." She replies, before heading back into the kitchen.

"Thanks, babe."

"Anytime." He throws his arm over the booth.

"So, school starts back in a week."

"Damn, really? I feel like we just left." Rod says, before laughing. The waitress sits their drinks on the table.

"I know," Stevie groans, "but this is your last year, so you don't have much to worry about."

"That's true, but I still gotta be there. If I didn't need this business management degree, I never would've enrolled."

"Yeah, you need that if you wanna own your own hardware store, one day. Sounds boring to me, but if you like it, I love it." Stevie rambles.

"I'm glad I have... at least seventy-five percent of your support." He jokes.

"Seventy-five? Roderick, do not make me fight you in here. You know you've all five thousand percent of my support." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"I'm totally joking, baby. I know I've got it," he pinches her cheek, "just like you got mine, whenever you wanna get on that stage— even if you decide to do something else, I still got you."

Like a magnet, they pull each other in for a sweet kiss, just as their food comes, making the waitress coo adoringly at the sight.

"Here you lovebirds go, enjoy."

"Thank you." They say in unison.

Rod spins the stand so that Stevie's pizza is near her and vice versa. She grabs a slice and bites a big chunk out of it.

"So," Stevie grabs a napkin out of the dispenser and turns to Rod, "where do you see yourself in five years?"

"Hm. I definitely wanna be an owner, by that point," they both laugh. "Uh... I see us living together. Maybe get a dog— you want a dog?"

"What kind of dog are we talkin' about?"

"Golden retriever?" He questions with a raise eyebrow.

"I can get behind that. Would we still live here?"

"I'm pretty sure, unless you wanted to leave the city. We could do that."

"But, what about what you want?" She asks.

"I want you. I know we're just throwing out hypotheticals, but I'm serious. I'd follow you around the world, girl." She places her cheek against the palm of her hand and stares at him.

"You really love me, huh?"

"Damn right. You put the moves on me, girl." He cracks a smile.

"That was so corny!" She giggles and pushes his shoulder.

"And, you love it."

Stevie scrunches her face up. "Mmm... I don't know about all that—"

"Damn, it's like that?" Clutching his chest in mock hurt, he only gets an eye roll in return.

"I think your middle name might be dramatic."

Later...

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You kinda already did," Rod answers, sarcastically.

"If I wasn't so comfortable, I'd fight you." Stevie sighs, trailing her finger across the gold chain that always adorns his neck.

"I'd just knock ya back out, again."

"Please, shut up."

"You know you can ask me anything."

"Are you ever afraid of someone coming after you? I know you said that nobody would ever find out, but... what if someone does?"

"I'm not afraid of anybody. I'm always on alert— I have been, since that night. I'm full capable of taking care of myself and you, if I need to. I don't think that anybody would be dumb enough to try it, but—"

"But what?" She asks, slowly rising up from her position, on top of his chest.

"If they do, I'll be ready for it."

"That's not comforting, Rod." He lets out a slight laugh, running a soothing hand down her side.

"What do you want me to say, Vie? I'm scared of them? That's not gonna comfort you, either. You'd much rather hear me say that I'd kill the rest of them muhfuckas, if there are anymore, out there. I'd end every single one of 'em for you, you know that. Don't you?" He stated, more than asked.

"I know that. I just—" he shakes his head.

"Relax. We're good, okay? I understand your concern, I really do. But, you gotta trust me."

"I do trust you," she pouts.

"Alright, then. If something happens, I got you, okay?"

"Okay. I got you, too."

A small smile graced her lips, causing him to cup her face in his hands and press kisses all over her smooth skin.

The next week had come and gone, sending Stevie, Rod and Tyler back to school.

"I hate the both of you."

"What did we do?" Tyler asks, motioning between her and Rod, who's too busy kneeling down to retie his shoe.

"Y'all graduate this year and leave me all alone!" Stevie stomps her left foot like a five year old who just got told no.

"Baby," he stands back up and stares at her wrinkled up expression, "stop being dramatic. You could graduate early if you really wanted to."

"That's true. You're smart as hell! Talk to the guidance counselor." Tyler adds.

"I need my bachelors degree in fine arts, Ty. I've got ninety-four out of one hundred and twenty credits. That can't just happen overnight."

"Drop those extra classes, then. Just focus on the ones that you absolutely need." Rod says.

"I'll talk to her." She briefly stares up at the ceiling and huffs, pulling her bag up on her shoulder.

"Good. Now, I've gotta get to my first class. I'll see you later."

Pulling her to him by her waist, he kisses her forehead then her lips, changing her attitude in a split second.

Tyler playfully rolls her eyes at how quick she switches up. "Y'all make me sick." She says, before walking away.

"She's such a hater."

"Let her hate." She hums a laugh, fixing the collar on his shirt.

"Our anniversary's coming up."

"Six months. Can you believe it?" He asks.

"Can I be honest?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I wanted you to lie."

"You didn't seem like the type to be in a relationship, when I first met you— like, how you thought I was stuck up when we first met." She snorts.

"Hm... I guess we both proved each other wrong." A smirk graces his lips.

"I'm glad! This has been the best almost six months of my life. I love you." She pecks his lips.

"Mine too, and I love you, more. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay."

They part ways and Rod heads into his history class, immediately getting tapped on his shoulder as he sits down.

"Yeah?" He looks back and his eyes widen.

"Tara?"

"I thought that was you!" She smiles.

"Wow, it's been a long time. What are you doing here?"

"My mom and I moved out here, cause she changed jobs. Looks like I transferred just in time, too. How you been?"

"I've been great."

"You look great! I bet you got all the hoes now, don't you?" She flirts.

"Actually, I—"

"Good morning, class." Professor Ace cuts their conversation short.

Rod gives a short smile and turns around in his seat.

"We'll finish the conversation, after class." She leans forward and whispers. He gives her a simple nod.

An hour and a very boring lecture later, Rod files out of the class behind everyone else.

"Wait a minute, stranger." Tara catches up to him, walking on his right side down the hall.

"My bad, T. Wassup?" Rod asks, stopping at his locker.

"What are you doing, later? We should catch up."

"I got plans." He responds, looking around the corner for Stevie.

"What's up with you?" She asks with a chuckle.

"Nun', I'm looking for my girl."

"You got a girlfriend? Wow, you really are a different person."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He raises an eyebrow, looking down at her.

"You never were the relationship type. It's just weird to me."

"Well, things change."

"I guess." She rolls her eyes.

"You got an issue?"

"Nah. Do you?"

He sucks his teeth.

"Look. Whatever your sudden problem is, you need to dead it."

"I ain't got no issue—"

"Right. I'll catch you, later." He spots Stevie coming down the hall and leaves Tara in place, with the dumbest look on her face.

Truthfully, she was still stuck on the fact that he passed her up for somebody else, way back when. So, hearing that her spot had been taken again, she wasn't too fond of him or his new girlfriend.

"Bet."

On the other end of the hallway, Stevie's studying Rod's clenched jaw.

"What's the matter?" She asks, running her thumb over his cheek as he stands in front of her.

"I ran into this girl that I knew back in high school. She started trippin cause I turned her down, told her I had a girl— started comin' at me with that you're not a relationship type of person bullshit, even though I had a girlfriend at the time of us knowin' each other."

"Damn, now I feel bad for telling you that—"

"No, don't do that. It's different because we both didn't know what to expect. Shorty knows me and is just mad cause it's not her. Again."

"Do I gotta beat up another bitch?"

He smirks. "Keep it in mind, for real. Ain't no tellin' what's on shorty mental."

"She got another thing comin' if she thinkin' bout acting stupid."

"You a bodyguard, now?" He jokes. She smacks his arm.

"No negro. Same way you handle your business is the same way I handle mine."

"Mm," he hums, nodding his head.

"You should know that."

"I do know that, babygirl."

"Act like it, then." She laughs, pushing him away from her.

"Why you pushin' me away, girl?" He beams back, pulling her arms around his neck.

"Cause you're annoying."

"Don't play me." He moves closer to her lips, licking his own.

"I'm not."

"Aight." He pecks her lips and backs away.

"How many classes do you have left?"

"Two. I'm already ready to go." She groans, playing with his fingers.

"You'll make it, baby. I've got three more."

"What time's your last one?"

"Uh... one, I think."

"You wanna get lunch, afterwards?"

"I'm always down to eat." He sends a smirk her way, causing her cheeks to flush bright red.

"You're so nasty."

"You don't be sayin' that when I'm deep—"

"Okay! I'm about two seconds away from saying fuck these classes, and fucking you, instead."

The deep chuckle that leaves his mouth does nothing for her case.

"Oh, but I'm nasty."

She sucks her teeth. "You are. It's rubbing off on me."

"We can go with that. I don't mind."

"Of course, you don't."

"One o'clock. Where you wanna go?"

"Chinese?"

"Eh..." he trails off.

"Mexican? I was gonna say pizza, but we literally just ate that."

"You know, I haven't had Mexican food in the longest. We can do that."

"Okay, we'll meet up outside?"

"Yeah," he kisses her lips, repeatedly, "I'll see you in a couple hours."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." He reluctantly lets her hands go and heads down the hall backwards, eventually turning around to head to his next class.

Dreamily sighing, she leans up from the wall and turns towards her left, colliding into a body and hearing a book hit the floor.

"Watch where you're going."

Stevie watches Tara crouch down to grab her book, before coming face to face with her.

"Excuse me? Maybe, if you were paying attention to what's in front of you, you wouldn't have dropped your book." Stevie says with full blown attitude.

"Bitch—"

"Ya mama, what?" Stevie cuts her off.

"Oh. I know exactly who you are." Tara smirks.

"You don't know me."

"Yeah, I do. You're Roderick's girlfriend. He definitely has a type." She laughs.

"Oh, you must be the bitter bitch that he was telling me about." Stevie let's out a soft laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Bitter?"

"Definitely bitter. You mad cause he doesn't want you, right?"

"Tuh. Nobody wants a disaster for a boyfriend." Stevie cracks the knuckles on her left hand.

"Watch your mouth, bitch."

"Why, cause I'm telling the truth? Your boyfriend is and always will be a fucking nutcase. I'm surprised he hasn't scarred you up, yet. Him and his old girl used to go at it, all the time."

"Right, like I'd believe that. I've seen her— I beat her ass, too. You want next?"

"Aw, should I be scared?"

"Nah, just be ready."

"Mm," Tara hums, "you're a feisty one."

"You've got five seconds—"

"Save your threats, sweetheart. I'm just warning you." She backs away with her hands up, throwing a menacing smirk Stevie's way.

"Who was that?" Stevie turns around and comes face to face with Tyler.

"Some bitch that Rod used to know," she sighs. "Thought it'd be a good idea to introduce herself."

"Looks to me like we've gotta new Darla on our hands." Tyler snorts.

"Nah, she's what Darla thinks she is. This girl might actually be some trouble." Pulling her bag up on her shoulder, she starts for her next class, with Tyler in tow.

"Just say the word and she'll get dealt with."

"You're always ready to kill, huh?" Stevie asks with a laugh.

"For my dawg? Hell yeah! That's a bitch and I can definitely handle that."

"Alright, alright. How's Tasha doing?" She asks, changing the subject.

"She's fine. She's still in the hospital, but she doesn't have all those tubes sticking out her face, anymore." Tyler says with a repressed sigh.

"Well, I'm happy that she's getting better."

"That's all that matters, in the end. I had to surgically remove Tia from her side or she would've gotten an earful from her pigheaded boss."

"He had an issue with her staying at the hospital with her sister?" The pair walk into the classroom and sit near the back.

"Yes! He's such an evil little bastard."

"Men are gross."

"Indeed, they are."

"She threatened you?" Rod asks, watching Stevie cut into her burrito.

"She called it “warning me”. Apparently, I don't know you like I think I do." She sarcastically responds. "It's bitches like that, that'll never be in positions for happiness. But, it's cool cause she can die, too." She shrugs.

"You goin' straight for the jugular, huh?" He chuckles, not even surprised at her response.

"Well, she came at me all types of fuckin' disrespectful. I'm supposed to give a damn?"

"Nah, babygirl. I'm wit whatever you wit."

"Good, cause I got a feeling that it's far from over."

@thegifstories @blackerthings @soufcakmistress @sheabuttahwrites @blackpinup22 @chaneajoyyy @cocoa-puffs @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @harmshake @neewrites @nayaxwrites @cecereads209

#soulff #rod x stevie #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #black romance #90s romance

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Trishe and Lina, 🛏️👹🐶 from the ask game?

— @sapphic-story

Hi you. I saw your comment on my intro post. I’m very happy you’re interested in Trishe. She appreciates the love lol

How much patience does you OC have? Are they patient? Or are they easily irritable?

Trishe is pretty patient in general. She loves things that take time—learning how to cook that new thing that requires simmering something, growing a plant from a seed, studying world history, tryin that new makeup look, retaining a new language, putting together pinterest boards. With people, she’s aight but only when she’s communicated with. You can’t leave her in the dark. And she’ll let you know very quickly what she needs to feel secure enough to offer patience in return.

Okay, so it depends. But without nuance mmm naaaah Lina’s not the patient type. She’s too chaotic. She likes to move and keep her hands busy. Also, she gets antsy if she sits in something for too long whether that be a chair or a feeling.

What kind of sleep schedule does your OC have?

Trishe gets up at 7 every morning and goes to bed at 10:00, 10:30 the latest every night unless otherwise compromised by a night out, a study sess, etc. She has no choice. Her body just gives out. So if she’s not wiping off her makeup and cleaning her face by 7:00, she in trouble. She typically doesn’t do naps because it’s hard for her to knock out and even harder for her to get up when it’s time. So she needs those 8 hours.

Lina loves the night, yes because she’s the drummer of a band, but also because it’s the best time to watch them cute youtube videos of sea otters bathing or that 3-hour livestream of that one dude coding a drum machine using python. The bags under her eyes add to her masc looks. It’s like they’re cradling her eyes when she smiles. She’s kinda cute (so cute so gorgeous i love her so much–).

What would your OC do if they were chased by a dog?

L M F A O

I can hear Trishe’s voice in my head. “First of all, do I look like the flavor of human that would put herself in that sort of situation?”

Nah. She might as well just lay down and die right there. She’d run. Probably think to mace the dog, but would be too terrified.

Upon seeing the doggo, Lina would think to befriend it first because she loves the pups, but it’d click that this could be the last dog she’ll ever pet by the way it’s snarling. First thing out her mouth is to run. Yes, she’s talking to herself but everybody around should take heed. Her mother hates dogs and has spent most of Lina’s childhood warning her about them. So she’d haul ass to jump the nearest fence. You know how people jump but forget to land on their feet? That’s Li. She’d end up angled sideways and would fall with an “oof.”

#oc ask game #oc: trishe #opo: lina #Thank you for the ask 🖤🖤

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neo-neos · 1 year

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Can I give my unfiltered opinion on Till The World Ends?

Yes, because who the fuck is going to tell me I can't (Spoilers)

WARNING: I kinda popped off a little here and there, I do not mean harm... I promise. I just really enjoy putting my thoughts on paper sometimes. <3

I would like to start off with a bit of a disclaimer, I am skipping through like 70% of this show because after watching ep 1 I kinda already lost it but I would like to share my opinion anyway. I in no way am trying to make fun of the show or the actors or anything like that. I am just stating my findings that are based on legit nothing other than my opinion on like the few scenes I have fully watched.

In general

The concept/storyline is actually really cool, I think it's a very interesting idea, and was excited to see how this was going to go.

The biggest issue I have with this show is the acting and I ain't here to shit on actors at all but... Can I just say what I want to say? Golf (Best)... Honey... This ain't it... (Idk if he has roles in other shows that do work better for him..) But to be very honest... Art is carrying this show atm.

I legit would get on my knees and bow down in a worshipping manner to translators. Their work is legit so, so important and they are all literal angels. BUT the translation of this show is so insanely distracting, the mistakes are hard to overlook and often cause some massive confusion for me personally. Again, translators deserve some hella praise but... I tried to ignore it, I really did.

My boy Art cannot catch a break with the crying

What the FUCK is up with the insane amount of awkward/unnecessary dialogue?

And now for something yall DEFINITELY DID NOT ASK FOR, an analysis of the eps that also hold my very unfiltered opinion

Ep 1

The prison scene...

They then talk about food for like 1 minute straight AND THEN HE LITERALLY GOES

AGAIN? -

The rest of ep 1 was fine but my lord that scene took forever and mostly repeated the same thing 3 times.

Ep 2

Not bad, not great.

Ep 3

That opening scene was ehm... a bit ?????

You aight miss thang? - She continued to lay there until like the end of the ep as well... I'm: Concerned.

The comfort talk... Sir mr Golf needs a little lesson on how to comfort people because basically Art is saying: Listen mate, I woke up in your house, you basically kidnapped me, let's forget about the fact that you were the one that knocked me the fuck out in the first place for a minute... But okay. Can you please look at this entire ordeal from my perspective for a HOT SECOND? I just wanna go home mate, I wanna go find my family..

Golf: omg no don't cry bby boy, I'm just worried about u.

AND then the scene in the bed was so insanely long and the topics jumped from one thing to another and ??

Ep 4

The breakfast scene felt oddly out of character for the character of Golf, idk how to explain this one to yall sorry.

I am glad AIDS is being talked about.

Ep 5

Gus is cute

2 entire seconds later:

Is this like their thing as brothers? They talk to each other but neither of them listens and then they just... repeat the same question? pls do tell me if that is the actual clue here because, I'm lost.

THEY MADE HIM SING? Bro pls no.

Ep 6

Are you... ???? ARE YOU TWO FOR FUCKING REAL? (sorry this just really got to me..)

Just this, no further comments HAHAHHA

That marriage thing was cute af

Ep 7

THEY DID NOT HAVE TO DO THE DOG LIKE THAT.

Ep 8

This ep holds my favorite meme from this show EVER

BRO SAME HAHAHAHAH - that is a MOOD I have absolutely no idea what was happening throughout the conversation. I know it might be a very interesting, deep and heavy topic I'm pea brain.

NC scene was good

#Till the world ends #Till the world ends the series #thai bl #VERY LONG POST!#I'M SORRY IF THESE ARE LIKE SOME SALTY SALT OPINIONS IM #TRYING #BUT I JUST EHM #YEA

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teamrocketmemes · 2 years

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KYO PLAYS THE SIMS 4 — PART 2

These are all taken from Nijisanji’s Kyo Kaneko’s Sims 4 stream where shenanigans ensue after the first stream. Alter where necessary.

“Why do I always start dead?”

“I am not a Hufflepuff.”

“Don’t listen to the liars.”

“You can’t cheat the test!!”

“I had a sandwitch. That shit was good as fuck.”

“Like, sometimes, you just need to eat some good ass food, okay?”

“I’m gonna fuck everything up, bro.”

“If you like mayo, you know, more power to you.”

“Why is [name] shirtless??”

“He got his man titties out.”

“You’re not packing at all, that’s crazy.”

“I don’t know why I look so scared but, you know, we got me chilling…”

“Wait, you can get sick in The Sims??”

“I was about to say he look like he got attacked by a cat—”

“[name] exercises like every day, bro.”

“There’s no immediate health concerns.”

“So who the fuck got work??”

“You’re a scientist!! You get to do science stuff!!”

“She entertaining the peeps.”

“[name]? He jobless too.”

“No freeloading in this household.”

“Sometimes I hate using Media Player for music.”

“Does [name] know how to cook??”

“What do I need to do to get famous??”

“Become a VTuber.”

“Imagine him being a critic. That’s crazy.”

“We’re gonna make him a Culinarian.”

“I didn’t know that was a thing—”

“Why the toilet keep fucking breaking??”

“That is a tough ass life, bro.”

“I would NEVER work on the house toilet. That is fucked up.”

“I would buy a better toiler but we’re broke right now.”

“I want one of us to become a VTuber.”

“Okay, we need some more money.”

“The state of our household is in shambles.”

“[name] just looking at the toilet confused.”

“Tense?? why are you tense??”

“Why is the toilet always breaking??”

“It is literally 2pm. Wake the fuck up.”

“Why are you asleep on the couch??”

“Can you die from using magic too much??”

“Wait— I wanna see if he can pee in the water.”

“Piss in the ocean, my man.”

“Damn, they said lukewarm liquid.”

“Look at us just chillin’. We’re so cute together.”

“Make an enemy…” [snickering]

“Okay [name] getting lit??”

“Me personally, I wouldn’t take that.”

“Why do so many of us have fear of swimming??”

“I need to practise comedy. I need to be funny.”

“I didn’t mess up the toilet. Toilet’s looking great.”

“Nobody needs to see you like this, you know?”

“I thought it said ‘Kill someone’.”

“Hey [name], why the fuck are you so happy??”

“Do you not have, like, problems??”

“You can give him a sexy pose.”

“I like this romantic comedy, yeah.”

“Is it because I said League??”

“Aren’t you scared of the fucking water, bro??”

“Moonbathe?? What the fuck is that??”

“Oh… I just lay down outside at night…”

“I guess I moonbathed enough.”

“Aight [name], you need to fix the fucking sink, bro.”

“Yo, I suck at The Sims.”

“We need to make like, a girl bathroom and a guy bathroom.”

“If we start with untamed, we might die.”

“Oh my god guys!! I did something I was scared of!!”

“I don’t know why we keep breaking shit but we keep breaking shit.”

“I’m gonna start having [name] fix shit.”

“Zipzap the toilet.”

“You have the hardest job out of all of us.”

“Clean with vinegar, yes.”

“IT BROKE AGAIN???? ARE YOU DEADASS???”

“This pranking shit is getting kind of annoying.”

“Not us getting scared together.”

“You need to get the fuck up and you need to start making us food.”

“You’re gonna cook us some eggs and toast.”

“WHY DO YOU SUCK AT COOKING, BRO???”

“EVEN THE NEIGHBOUR HAD TO COME AND HELP US!!”

“Well.. We’re just gonna have some fruit salad, then.”

“Why are you always doing this, [name]??”

“You know how sometimes people share bathrooms?? We’re gonna do that.”

“Why is this shit so expensive??”

“What happened to the fucking light we had??”

“This fuckery has gone for far too long…”

“I thought you knew how to cook. What is this shit??”

“I need to eat as well…”

“Everyone is tense from the fire. Literally everyone.”

“You’re a mess, bro.”

“I will allow it, [name]. I will be nice.”

“I would feel bad but… I just don’t.”

“We’re fine… We’re chillin’.”

“Hell yeah, [name] loves making people happy!!”

“[name] cares about me more than I care about me.”

“Ask about salary?? Oh my god?? You can do that??”

“Why are you flirty out of the sudden??”

“Not the fear of fire.”

“The game just baited us!!”

“Maybe the receptionist will be cooler.”

“Why are you flirting with this man??”

“Maybe go for like the CEO company or something.”

“Yeah, chat with me!!”

“Where’s the flirty bone in your body??”

“And he laughs like a crazy person!!”

“Why is everyone at this job so old??”

“She likes toxic men!! Not crazy men!!”

“Do your fucking thing, [name]. Get your fucking work done.”

“Let’s… Let’s ask about day.”

“[name], why are you so angry??”

“Where does thou analyze the metal??”

“We need to get some stuff done.”

“Is this a metal?? … This sounds like a metal.”

“You need to be focused, what are you doing??”

“Now you can experiment…”

“Now you’re just sleeping at work—”

“This looks really bad on your resumé.”

“We can’t get fired on our first day at work.”

“Even the game said we did ass!!”

“We broke broke.”

“Why are we all standing outside??”

“You need to piss first.”

“[name]’s knocked the fuck out..”

“You’re like the laziest motherfucker in this house!!”

“Actually, I don’t trust anyone to cook.”

“I feel like I’m raising children—”

“You need some fun in your life.”

“I caught you!! I saw you in my front lawn!!”

“She just got abducted???”

“You’re just laying there while your sister gets abducted??”

“Can you not talk to your people and help us out??”

“You’re looking a little stinky.”

“No one else is bringing any money.”

“Bro, go pee.”

“They say you need 9 hours of sleep so you’re going the fuck to sleep.”

“You need your beauty sleep and your rest.”

“She got abducted and liked that shit??”

“You can get pregnant from getting fucking abducted??”

“And hopefully you won’t burn down the house like [name] did.”

“No, I don’t want a fucking alien baby.”

“No rush. I’m just a little bit nervous…”

“Why are you always flirty?? What is wrong with you [name]??”

“Why are you eating in the fucking bathroom, bro??”

“[name] is just not having a good time.”

“You’ve been cooking up a fucking storm.”

“She’s more friendly than neutral.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEADASS BRO??”

“I cannot let this dude cook!!”

“Oh my god, we have insurance??”

“If you do anything else, I feel like you’re gonna kill us.”

“Alright, used fridge… Let’s go.”

“And pray that we don’t fucking die.”

“He gets no guitar priviledges.”

“Why are we talking to the robot?? This shit is not human.”

“Rise and grind only. Nothing else.”

“Why does your energy deplete so fast at work??”

“Wall-E is my fucking guy. We go way back…”

“We all gotta start somewhere in the career paths.”

“We did everything we needed today! Let’s fucking go!!”

“The work day is practically over.”

“You need to piss and sleep.”

“Can you kick people out of your household??”

“He will be our musician boy.”

“Running a household is hard.”

“Why are you just…Staring at a wall??”

“I don’t feel safe with him in my household.”

“[name] just fucking playing the guitar… Throughout the night…”

“There you go, [name]. I’m making your dreams come true.”

“The sleep schedule on some of us is so fucked.”

“She’s been promoted to petty thief!!”

“Maybe that’s why [name] takes cold showers, ‘cus he’s always flirty.”

“No, you like guitar. Why do you dislike guitar?? What??”

“[name] is on the wackest sleep schedule.”

“What did I miss–?? why is [name] naked??”

“I’ll see you, as they say, in the morn’.”

#★ mod james.#★ our memes.#rp meme #sentence starters #video game memes #game memes #vtuber memes

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caladblog · 1 year

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IT’S THE MOOOOST NORMALEST TIIIIIIME

OF THE YEEEEAAAAR

Sincere apologies for making like a democratic candidate and emailing you, but this is actually genuinely important. Please, if you live in the US, go vote. If you’re in a red state like me, these elections—the midterms and off-years—are even more important, because it’s at the local level where our voices are strongest.

Back in the halcyon days of 2019, there were two candidates for mayor of my city. At lunchtime, when I voted, the right-wing one was winning by a landslide. By the time the polls closed that night, the left-wing one had pulled ahead. And when COVID hit a few months later, she was able & willing to lay down stronger restrictions than the rest of the state, and that saved a bunch of lives by reducing the load on our big hospital which was taking in cases from all over the place ‘cause healthcare in southern Appalachia is a whole entire other hot mess.

The point is that look! I’m from Tenne-fuckin’-see and my leftist ass ballot had an actual real positive impact on my life and the lives of my community! You can do the same! Don’t give up hope!

I recommend checking out vote dot org mainly for the clear, non-legalese explanation of all the amendments that might be on your ballot, so you’re not slapped with a bunch of nonsense at the polling place. Super helpful, love ‘em.

Aight this’ll be the ONLY time I post about this here, I’m off to do something completely unrelated to politics of any sort for the rest of the week, take care of yourselves my dears ✌️

#tennessee has one of the better I Voted stickers #usually the O is the state symbol though; idk what this yellow rose is about

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I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

#I can vibe with this because I clean pretty often when I'm stressed and I just generally enjoy most cleaning #obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me writing #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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dj-simp · 2 years

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☀️Daycare Attendant Meeting a Contortionist! Reader🌙

Requested by: Anon

Reader is gender neutral and mainly referred to as “you.” Sun/Moon are given they/he pronouns.

You can view this as either romantic or platonic.

Being one of the VERY few janitors in the Mega Pizzaplex was.. interesting to say the least. The other janitors were in different parts of the Pizzaplex, cleaning up tough stains, getting rid of dried gum, or whatever was assigned to them that the S.T.A.F.F. bots couldn’t get done. Sometimes you get to see one or two of them when you leave, giving them a little wave and a smile. Other times, they’ve already left or are still working on something.

Today, you were cleaning up the Superstar Daycare. It was a cute little place. You find yourself bobbing your head to the strange music. It was pretty catchy!

There was a mess that needed cleaning, and it’s in a spot that’s a bit too small for you to reach! But luckily, you have just the trick.

Laying on your chest, you lift your lower body up in the air. Grabbing your feet, you pulled them down and planted them right on the floor. Your flexibility was something people were amazed, yet shocked by. Seeing someone twist and bend themselves into strange positions would surely frighten someone if they weren’t expecting it. But there was nobody in the Daycare. Not a single bot in sight.

At least, that’s what you thought.

☀️Sun☀️

⭐️ Although he was delighted to have a guest, the Daycare was closed! But despite that.. they wanted to see if he could have a slumber party with their guest! They dove into the ball pit and made their way towards his new friend. Until he saw a… concerning aight.

⭐️ His rays almost popped out of his head in shock. Are humans supposed to BEND LIKE THAT?? Certainly not! They knelt next to you and quickly began asking questions.

⭐️ “N-New friend! What happened here? How did this happen? This doesn’t look like something a bandaid could fix! Let me help you… w-w-wAIT!! Did you break a bone? MULTIPLE BONES?! I don’t want to hurt you further by moving you around! I’m so, so, so sorry, but I don’t think there’s anyone in here that can help you! Should I call an ambulance?”

⭐️ You stared at the animatronic with wide eyes as they rambled on and on. His rays made clicking sounds as they rattled. It almost seemed like they were about to burst. You immediately got out of position, and stood up normally. That seemed to calm them down. “Dude, look. I’m fine. I’m a contortionist. I actually used to be a part of the circus.”

⭐️ Sun took a moment to process what you said, then jumped up. Although he couldn’t change his facial expression, you knew they were relieved. “Oh, I’m so GLAD that you’re alright! I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions, there… I was just so worried about you! I didn’t think there would be a person who could do the same tricks as me…” The last sentence made you perk up.

⭐️ Sun was more than happy to show you all the neat little tricks they could do. There were some things that were impossible to do, however… but that didn’t matter. You clapped your hands, then mimicked whatever position Sun did. Either you’ll be the last human janitor leaving, or you’re having a slumber party.

🌙Moon🌙

⭐️ The lights began shutting off, row by row. You were too focused on the stain until it became dark around you. You froze, but weren’t all that concerned… until a tinkling of bells echoed throughout the daycare. The light ringing was a bit eerie since the lights were off. It didn’t help that something (or someone?) literally landed right next to you.

⭐️ You kept still, as if you were in a Jurassic Park movie, and shuddered as you heard a low giggle. Were you in a horror movie right now? You prayed you weren’t. This isn’t how you were expecting to go out. And if this was a prank.. you hated it!

⭐️ “Well, well, well~! Seems like this little star here is quite talented… mind showing off a bit more of what you can do? I might be a bit interested. And you know… it’s past your bedtime… but I can make a small exception.. if you could do something impressive. But if you can’t.. I’m afraid it’s BEDTIME for you, little star~”

⭐️ …so all you had to do was show off all the positions you needed to do just to impress this stranger? Doesn’t seem so bad! But after getting out of position and making eye contact with two glowing red dots, you started to feel a bit intimidated. You were glad you brought a flashlight with you.

⭐️ Turning it on, you got to see the face of the nighttime animatronic, Moon. Their appearance was unsettling, but you’re not really the one to judge. You grin at them. “Alrighty, Mr. Moon, I know you’ll be more than just impressed! Even if my circus tricks are a little rusty, they’ll certainly blow you away.”

⭐️ Moon showed off his flexibility as well, which was pretty unfair. They’re a robot, and was blessed with the ability to do positions that would cause you broken bones. The two of you.. may have gotten rather competitive.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf x reader #fnaf reader insert #security breach x reader #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun and moon #platonic/romantic

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toodivineforhumanmind · 2 years

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Lexi being on the phone with Fezco when her dad comes in with friends to take items out of their house. I just would love to see the dynamic of that interaction.

Lexi had always enjoyed peace and quiet, for it was so very rare in her household. She was used to the constant noise, the arguing. She was used to being the one settling the debates between her inebriated mother and Cassie, she was used to observing their screaming matches all the while wishing she was somewhere else. She was used to the bitter bliss that the aftermath of those arguments brought, the silent treatment that Cassie could - with good luck - stretch out to last several days. Several days of peace and silence, several days that gave Lexi the room to breathe and hear her own fucking thoughts. She had been naive enough to think that after her father left them, their family would settle in, quiet down and maybe find some fort of harmony in their new life. Yeah. As fucking if.

It was quiet now, though. Lexi glanced over at her sister's empty bed, the sheets a messy pile on the mattress with clothes thrown all over it - the evidence of Cassie's latest outfit crisis that had included lots of melodrama and nearly ended in tears. The thought of it made Lexi smile as she adjusted her position on her own bed, pulling herself to a more sitting position as she scrolled through Instagram. There was a new picture of Cassie and Maddy, the two of them clinging to each other in what seemed like a drunken haze; their eyes were unfocused, smiles painted on serenely. For a moment Lexi hesitated on the photo, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tried to come up with something to comment— FEZCO calling... An audible gasp escaped from Lexi's lips as Fez's name splayed across her screen, her phone vibrating in her grasp. Fuck. Fuck. What was going on? Was Rue okay? Was Fez in trouble? Was Rue in trouble? Had she fucked up? Why was he calling at midnight on a Friday? Was he— Lexi interrupted her own spiraling, accepting the call with shaky hands. "Hii," she said, her voice strangely elongated, twisting the word in a way that made it sound off. Great. A few seconds of silence. Fez cleared his throat, clearly confused by Lexi's strange, breathless greeting. "Uh... hey. You good?" Fuck. Lexi wanted run her head through a wall. Act fucking normal for once in your fucking life, she screamed at herself in her head. Be natural. "I'm great!" "Aight, cool," Fezco answered, the smile in his voice evident as silence set between them for a second. "Listen, I wasn't callin' for a reason or nothin'. Me and Ash was just chillin' and I just kinda missed you, y'know." Lexi thought she might vomit her own heart out, that's how hard that sucker jumped in her chest when she heard those words. She switched her phone from her left hand and into her right, trying to steady herself on the bed. "Oh... You did?" "I ain't playin', Lexi Howard." Fezco's voice was steady, so sure. Lexi could imagine him there, laying on his couch, a joint dangling from his fingers as he spoke. Taking a moment to inhale smoke, smiling at himself in the way he always did when he smoked. "Forreal, whatchu doing right now?" "I'm just laying in bed. Cassie's at a party." Fuck! Why was she talking about Cassie? Why couldn't she talk about herself for once — why was she always diverting people's attention to her sister, like she was afraid of anyone looking at her for longer than a minute? "I mean, you know. I didn't feel like going tonight, and I kinda just wanted to be home alone tonight." "Word," Fezco agreed, his slow voice stretching out the word to at least twice its normal length. The sound if it made Lexi smile. "What about your mom? She ain't home?" What were they even talking about? Lexi felt like a silly kid, not being able to hold up one decent conversation with a guy without fucking it up royally. Why was she talking about her mom to this guy that had been on her mind uninterrupted for the past three weeks? Lexi felt herself spiraling once more, but she forced her tone of voice to be light when she answered: "No, she's at this, uhm... Wine retreat in Napa." A few seconds of silence. Lexi could almost imagine Fezco's attention turning to Ashtray, silently asking what the fuck is a wine retreat. She could imagine Ashtray shaking his head back mouthing Ion fuckin' know, rolling his eyes as he'd turn back to whatever weird movie they'd be watching. And then Fezco was back, his voice unsure: "Oh, that's wassup." More silence. "What the fuck is a wine retreat?" The question made Lexi laugh, her body vibrating along with it. She shook her head, suddenly feeling slightly more relaxed. "It's this... Fuck. It's just a glorified way of saying my mom and her friends are getting wine drunk on some vineyard the entire weekend. I don't know, it's fucking dumb." "Ohh, that's wassup," Fezco repeated, slower this time — like all of a sudden the idea of a wine retreat at a vineyard in Napa made perfect sense to him. For a moment Lexi relished in

the sound of his voice, the carefully calm tone that brought her peace even through the phone, filling her chest with warmth as she laid there, eyeing the wooden ceiling above her. She had never noticed the glittery stickers that were glued on to the worn down ceiling, echoing memories of Lexi's childhood that still lingered in the room. "You ain't hung up on me, right, Howard?" Fez's voice impaled Lexi's thoughts, jolting her back to the present day, back to her pastel sheets. "No, sorry. I was just—" A loud bang echoed through the house. Lexi's words died on her lips, sealing her mouth shut with a silent gasp. "Lexi? Forreal, you good?" Genuine concern was now draping Fez's voice, his usually carefree tone much more alert and a sharp edge to his words. Another bang, albeit more quiet — but it was there. Lexi couldn't help herself from feeling cold, looking out of the dark windows, where the streets were looking eerie under the illumination of the artificial lighting. "Yeah. I think so. Cassie's probably home, I think she's drunk—" False confidence in Lexi's voice, artificial enough to make Fez worry even more. She got up on her feet, kicking away the throw pillows that were scattered around the wooden floor. Lexi scurried to the door, her hand hesitating for a brief second over the doorknob before pushing the door open, a slight tremor to her hand as she gripped her phone tighter, pressing it to her ear. The hallway was dark, the only light illuminating from downstairs, the light casting eerie shadows onto the walls as Lexi made her way down the hall and onto the first step of the stairs, where she halted. "Cassie?" Lexi called out, the slightest of tremors to her voice. "Lexi — what's going on? Don't play with me right now, forreal." Fezco's voice was slightly agitated. He was probably up on his feet, pacing slightly across the living room as he spoke. Footsteps. Agitated footsteps. And if Lexi wasn't completely crazy, she could've sworn she heard a whisper, a stiffled voice in the dark. And as her body started going cold, Lexi knew that it was not Cassie waiting for her downstairs. "Fuck. There's someone in my fucking house," Lexi's voice was like a breath in the dark, and she was frozen in her tracks. "Yo, you forreal? Lexi, I'm fuckin' serious, don't be fuckin' around with me right now." Agitation had turned into genuine worry in Fezco's voice, and from his breathing alone Lexi could hear that he wasn't sitting still — there was an edge to his breathing. Or something. Lexi was too scared to really know. "I'm serious, Fez!" Lexi's hushed voice rose ever so slightly, jolting her body into agitation as she heard her own voice echoing through the walls. Whatever he answered, Fezco's voice faded into the distance when Lexi could make out the frame of a man in the darkness. Though in the low lighting the man looked unrecognizable, there was something familiar in his shoulders, the way his curls seemed to point in every possible direction, bouncing slightly with his slow steps. And when he finally stepped into the spot of light illuminated from the kitchen, Lexi could feel all the oxygen disappearing from her lungs, leaving her helpless. Her hand was numb, still loosely holding the phone up to her ear like it was her lifeline. "It's — it's my dad. I gotta go." "Fuck you mean it's your dad? Lexi, I'm tellin' you, stay where you are right now. Just stay where you are, I'm comin-" Fez's agitated words got cut off when the line shut between them, harshly separating him from her. Lexi shoved her phone into her back pocket, eager to get her hands free like she was expecting something. An embrace, an apology, something to fill in the rift between her and her father that she could barely even recognize anymore. It was like she was 13 again. Standing at the top of those fucking stairs, staring down at the man she had used to call her father in another lifetime. There was not much left of him in this haggard man, though; nothing familiar about the way his dark

eyes sunk into his skull, the way his hands tremored, his fingers clenching onto a cardboard box that looked like it was ready to fall apart from the weight of its contents. Lexi saw a familiar vase sticking out of the box, a stupid family heirloom Lexi's mom had always had some weird attachment to, having always kept it hidden on a top shelf to prevent anyone from getting to it. "Dad?" The voice was not her own. Even in her own ears she sounded younger, more fragile. Just like the way she had always remained in her father's memories after he disappeared. For him, Lexi had always been frozen in time, forever that scared little kid at the top of the stairs that night she had last seen him. Too scared to react, too passive to intervene. Lexi slumped her way down the steps slowly, her eyes fixed on her father. "What are you doing?" Gus looked like a deer caught in the headlights as his hollow eyes followed Lexi's movements down the stairs, staggering half a step back when she stopped in front of him. There was a spark of warmth in his eyes, like a ghost of the love he once used to have for her. Something Lexi could almost recognize, making it all the more agonizing to stand there — she almost wished there was nothing left of him, nothing she could claim to recognize. It'd be easier that way. "Lexi," Gus' voice was but a mere whisper, his hazy eyes clinging to her. "Baby, you're all grown up, aren't you?" Tears. They were burning behind Lexi's brown eyes, forcing her to look away. She blinked rapidly, eager to deny the existence of them, trying to act stronger than she was. She shook her head before daring to look at her father again, a sob burning in her throat and threatening to escape her lips. She felt sick to her stomach. "You weren't here." It was a strangled whine, the ghost of Lexi's 13-year-old self speaking for her. It was the cry of a girl who was denied a father, a fucking kid who spent years yearning for her dad. And now, that yearning was quickly turning into rage, bubbling itself into existence on Lexi's burning tongue. "I grew up. And you weren't fucking here." Gus seemed to shrink even more, if that was even possible. His fragile shoulders pulled in, his gaunt features twisting into a mask of genuine guilt that must have been haunting him for years — or that's at least what Lexi hoped for. She hoped, she wished that his father had felt guilt like the bastard he was. She hoped that he had thought of her with his actions weighing down on him, with burning guilt in his chest. She wished that Gus had thought of Lexi and hated himself. But mostly she just wished that he had thought of her. At least once. "I know." Gus answered, chapped lips pursed. "I wasn't the greatest dad, Lex—" "The greatest dad?" Lexi interrupted, her tone cruel. A joyless smile twisted her lips, painting her features in a crude mask of agony. "You're not my dad, Gus." Gus recoiled, physically flinching at the words that must have been the materialization of all his worst fears. All his guilt brought into reality with mere five words that the young girl spat out like bullets, each one of them ripping open old wounds that Lexi had long ago tried to mend and forget about. There was nothing but pleading in his sunken eyes when he looked at her own, silently asking for absolution that Lexi knew she couldn't offer, standing in the dark entryway of her home that no longer welcomed the man she could barely recognize. Lexi's eyes glanced over her father's frame one more time, and a wave of nausea washed over her when she noticed the bruises left by dirty needless, staining his arms like rotten flesh. Lexi looked away and nodded her head towards the door. "I think you should go. Steal the fucking vase if you want, I don't care. I just want you to go." Gus didn't argue, but Lexi could see his hands hesitating for a while as he gripped on to the cardboard box filled with god knows what. For a second he looked like he would let go, walk out empty-handed but with some of his dignity preserved. But the second passed, and something in his

eyes hardened, his hands suddenly gripping the box tighter again. There was a silent apology in his eyes when he looked a Lexi one more time, his eyes lingering on her face for an extended, agonizing moment that made her sick. And then he turned, leaving behind what used to be his home — his hand didn't hesitate on the doorknob anymore, and Lexi flinched when she heard the door click open. She followed in his father's footsteps, walking through the entryway and halted at the doorway, gripping the side of the door like a child trying to steady themselves. Gus started to walk down the dimly lit driveway, still clutching the box in his slender fingers. He didn't look back. Lexi's eyes started burning again when she saw Fezco's car pulling up to the curb, the sorrow in her chest mixing with relief. The car had barely stopped moving before he jolted out of the door, not even bothering to slam the door shut behind himself. But Fez could barely manage to take five steps towards the house before freezing, his eyes halting on Lexi's father now standing in front of him. Fez's light blue gaze grazed through the man, from the fingers clutching the box, to the bruises on his skin, to the gaunt features that could have probably been described as handsome years ago. A knowing spark lit up in his eyes, a flicker of recognition when he stared at the man in the dark. Fez's eyes shifted yet again towards the bruises on his arms. In a second the flicker was gone, replaced by something that almost looked like guilt as his gaze slipped from Gus to Lexi, standing at the door. Tears were now running down her cheeks, which made something darken in Fezco's eyes when he threw one more —almost apologetic— look at the man before walking past him, up the driveway and towards Lexi. Fez extended his arm towards the girl, and Lexi was grateful. She was grateful to collapse against him, letting his arms support her weight when her legs gave out. A crude sob ripped through Lexi's body the moment Fezco's arms locked around her, all of her suppressed grief letting itself out in one, agonizing wail. "That your dad?" Fezco murmured in her brown hair, his hands tremoring as he clutched on to Lexi, waves of guilt hitting him harder each time a sob dropped from her lips. Lexi nodded, her movements erratic. "Y—yeah. He's... he's an addict too." Fezco pulled her tighter to his chest, holding on to her for dear life as his eyes followed the familiar frame of Lexi's father, who was slowly disappearing into the darkness at the end of the street. "Yeah. I know."

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