#are those… Oreo bits for the eyes and mouth

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Read your post about something other than angst for Simon so I have a thought that needs to get out. Morning routine with Simon. Obviously, the man is military and has a strict routine but that all goes to shit with you. Sleeping in, lazy lunch, all that cute couples shit but with Simon.

hello! tyvm for sending this idea! cute and silly couple’s domestic fluff is sweeettt!! I hope you will enjoy this :D 💖

A Day of A Cute (and Silly) Couple - Simon Riley*Reader

[6:00]

Simon doesn’t need an alarm, he automatically wakes up at 6 am.

Jogging is an important part of his morning routine when he’s on leave, a nice way to maintain his stamina, and to keep him from getting too loose.

“Where you... going...”

Oh, he forgets he has an unavoidable barrier, between him and his morning jog.

Simon looks down at you, clenching at the hem of his shirt. Your eyes aren’t even open, you just catch him in instinct and now refusing to let go.

“Go for a jog, you know it, love.” The calmness of morning makes him explain in a soft tone unconsciously.

“Stay... please...”

“You can hug your blåhaj first, I will be back soon, yeah?”

“You feel better than blåhaj...”

“...”

It’s too cruel for him to just leave you here, not when you choose him over that bloody shark you always squeeze against your body.

Simon secures the curtain so the room won’t be too bright after the sun fully rises, and lies back on the bed.

Your limbs immediately twine around him when you sense his figure is nearby, and scoots closer to him.

Jogging is important to keep him from getting loose... it’s a must for him to be strict with his morning routine...

The voices in his mind are gradually replaced by the little snores of yours as he drifts back to sleep.

[12:00]

“Can we eat fries for lunch?”

you yell at Simon who’s preparing lunch in the kitchen.

“No”

“WHYYYY!”

“UNHEALTHY!” He shouts back so his voice won’t get covered by the noise of the range hood.

okay then... you feel a bit disappointed, but you can’t come up with a convincing reason, so you just back to sweeping the floor.

just as you’re cleaning the last few spots, a scrumptious smell catches your attention, it’s not those chicken breast or salad or scrambled eggs that Simon deems healthier.

“Do you make fries?!” You knock open the kitchen door with excitement.

What you see is Simon sprinkling some salt and pepper on a bowl of fries, and he turns to you when you rush in like an energetic child.

“A few fries are tolerable” He shows you the bowl, and you can’t wait to reach out and take a bite on the crunchy and golden fries.

“Thank you, baby.” You press an open mouth kiss on your lover’s cheek.

“Don’t kiss me with your greasy mouth...”He growls, but you’re already leaving the kitchen, lilting an off-key song with the bowl of fries in your arms.

Simon just shakes his head and starts cleaning the countertop. If some fries can make you this happy, then fuck those healthy diets.

[18:00]

You two sitting face to face on the couch, the air is full of tension when you speak first.

“Mushroom”

“Mango”

“Oreo”

“Orange”

“Egg”

“g...”

“It’s over 2 seconds! Go take out the garbage, silly!”

“Fucking hell...”

Snickering at Simon’s loss, as he grumbles and on his way to grab the garbage, you add another star under your name to ‘the winner of the week’ sticky note that’s pasting on the fridge.

[23:00]

“Time to sleep.”

“but I want to watch this movie.”

“You can watch it tomorrow.”

“pleassee I want to watch it nowww Simonnn”

“...Fine.”

(00:00)

Simon looking at you sleeping like a log, whole body leaning on him and tangling him like an octopus, totally ignoring the wretched screaming from the movie, sighs and turns off the TV.

He leaves a night lamp for you, in case you need to get up for water during the night, and adjusts you two into a more comfortable posture.

He hears you mumbling something like donuts or maybe your favorite character, and chuckles quietly at how silly you are.

He already knew you would fall asleep during the movie, so that’s why he gave in, and time proves that his prediction’s correct since he’s looking at your serene face now.

“Goodnight.” Satisfied with you resting safe and sound in his arms, Simon plants a kiss on the top of your head and closes his eyes, hoping for a sweet dream that has you in it.

a/n: blåhaj sorry I love u I don't mean to harm u

#cod imagine #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon riley imagine #cod x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fluff

[stevieschrodinger]

Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU

Part One

Part Two

PART THREE

"It's like a TV show, but on YouTube."

"Right," Steve answers, half listening to Dustin's explanation, "so it, like what, has an air time, or whatever?"

"Yeah, like a series."

"And it's just, what, famous people playing dipshits and dickheads?"

"Steeeeeeeeeeeevvvvveeeeeeeeeeee why are you like this?"

"Dunno," Steve shrugs, trying to read a recipe online. Unfortunately that's resulted in his having to scroll past someones entire fucking life story and he's ready to give up and try and work out the dumb Oreo cake recipe himself, "just lucky, I guess."

Dustin drops his head on the kitchen counter like Steve is the greatest difficulty he's ever going to face.

"So why do you need to be here to watch this?"

"Because we all want to watch it together, the guests are Corroded Coffin, they all like, play, the whole band, it's so cool-"

"Corroded Coffin? Playing your nerd game?" Steve's interest leaks through before he can stop it, "I mean, like, I think I've heard of them?" The last thing he needs is the kids finding out he's been kind of friends kind of flirting kind of maybe wants to date the actual Eddie Munson.

Dustin looks at him skeptically, "yeah...so you-"

"You can all watch it here, it's fine...I'll make cookies."

Dustin's completely distracted by his own success, instantly whipping out his phone to inform the other kids. Steve's pretty sure their group chat is called 'No Steve's allowed' but he hasn't actually found out for sure yet.

Steve does bake cookies. All the kids are gathered around his smart TV, absolutely demolishing them while they wait for this thing to start. It's like, an actual channel, with intros and graphics and stuff, a logo that reads 'Final Roll.'

And there's Eddie and the band, sitting around a table with two dudes who must run the channel. They all have the bits of paper and dice and little figures that Steve's used to seeing when the kids commandeer his dining room table.

There's preemptive ramble, and Steve leans forward a little every time Eddie's in shot. He's relieved all the kids are all sitting in front of him and all glued to the TV, so he can ogle in peace. They do introductions, and then everyone introduces their characters.

"May I introduce Sir Steven, the half elf paladin," behind Eddie Gareth rolls his eyes so hard his whole fucking body moves. Steve can see him and Geoff mouthing something to each other. Steve can only assume it's because Eddie has named his character, presumably, after him, "he has a sworn oath to always protect those weaker than himself."

Steve's heart fucking melts.

Steve's phone is buzzing. He's prepared. He knows Eddie's back in the country, they've been talking for months. Steve's kind of done waiting, and he's ready to press his advantage. He's had this set up for a little while, just waiting for the right moment. He presses play, and then answers the phone.

"Hey Stevie how-...are you listening to Corroded Coffin?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve turns it down, bomb dropped, trap sprung, advantage played, "the kids absolutely love them, they're trying to get me into them even though they're not exactly my thing."

"Right, ah, right, what do you, uhm, think?"

"Yeah. Still not my thing-"

"Oh."

"But I really like it when the lead guy sings."

"...yeah?"

"Yeah, not the like, shouty growly singing, I can't understand a fucking thing he's saying-" Eddie chuckles, "but like, the parts where he properly sings. I think he has a beautiful voice."

"I ah, well, I mean, I bet the, uhm, shouty bits are hard work, you know. I expect that takes a lot of, you know, practice. Hell on the throat. I imagine, I would guess anyway, I don't actually, like know-"

"No no, yeah, well, maybe he should just sing more then, save those vocal chords, or whatever. I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah?" Steve can practically hear Eddie blushing down the phone. Eddie's so cute when he goes shy.

"Yeah." There's a long beat of silence before Steve goes in for the kill, "the kids are trying to get me to go see them. They're in the states now, apparently. Will be playing a gig in Indie."

"Yeah they are- I mean, I assume they are, most bands, uhm, yeah-" And Steve is hardly holding it together, Eddie is such a bad liar, and he's trying so hard not to lie at all. Steve doesn't know how he;s keeping his tone normal and not letting the whole ass cat out of the bag.

"And the kids are absolutely itching to go, you know? But tickets man, they're all doing every chore they can find to get some extra cash, but tickets are pricey, and for eight of us? Because I'll need someone else to help me chaperone and, you know..."

"I. I might...know a guy. Maybe. Like, because of the band I might...know someone who can get you tickets."

"Seriously? Eddie that would be incredible, the kids will absolutely loose their shit."

"Yeah, ah, is your work email cool?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course of course, man, the kids are going to love you for like, forever."

And maybe I will too, Steve just about manages to keep the words inside.

@steves-yellow-cardigin @melodymeddler @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao

@superduckmilkshake @she-collects-smut @paintsplatteredandimperfect @resident-gay-bitch

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #my fic writing #fan fic stuff #fic wip #ficlet #rock star eddie munson #baker steve harrington #dungeons and dragons

[moonstruckme]

no cause I was thinking…. reckless driving by lizzy is so james coded!!! so I wanted to ask if you could write something inspired by it with reader being a bit insecure about loving him loudly and he’s just like a walking „I love my gf“ sign

ily I hope you are having a great day/night🫶🫶

Thanks for requesting, love you!

modern au

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s beginning to frighten you how often you think of James. One of your friends will make a joke and you’ll catch yourself trying to remember it for him, or you’ll see a cute dog and want to send him a picture, or you’ll overhear a conversation in public and wish he were with you to press in close to your ear and ask Did you hear that? 

It’s sort of pathetic, really, considering you’ve only been dating a few weeks. The last time you’d met up you talked about how much you both loved the thin oreos, and when you saw a pack in the store yesterday you’d almost bought it for him. Only the realization of how much your life has started to revolve around him stopped you. 

You can’t be acting like James’ girlfriend. You’re only dating. It’s not like you love him—though you could, definitely, in time. But if you start doing girlfriend things, he’s going to think you are his girlfriend, and things will spiral out too fast for you to stop them. You have to dole out your affection in measured doses. Careful, controlled. 

You feel James enter before you see him. He holds the door to the coffee shop open wide, letting another woman exit before he steps inside, and the cool air that comes in with him has you turning your head. 

James is smiling as soon as he sees you. It’s a seemingly perpetual thing for him, this expression. You’re tempted to look out the window to the sidewalk and see if he’s left a trail of sunshine in his wake. 

“Hey,” he says, sitting down across from you. “You look really lovely.” 

You look exceedingly normal, but you thank him for the compliment anyway. “So do you.” 

“Thanks,” James says easily, like he gets this all the time (he probably does) but appreciates it nonetheless. He starts to dig in the tote he’s hung on the back of his chair. “I’ve brought you something.” 

You start to protest, but he anticipates you. 

“It’s tiny, don’t worry. Here.” 

He slides something crinkly across the table. It’s a pack of thin oreos. 

“Oh, no way! I almost…” You look up, meeting James’ eyes as your brain catches up to your mouth. Too late, you’ve blurted. You can hardly roll it back now. “I almost got a pack for you the other day, too.” 

He doesn’t seem to take your insensitivity to heart. In fact, his eyes light up. “Really! That’s so funny.” His hand remains still on the table but his fingers stretch towards yours, the barest of touches. “It was nice of you to think of me.” 

Your heart slumps. “I’m sorry I didn’t get them for you, though,” you say. “We should share these ones.” 

“Nope.” James leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Those are all you, love. Say, have you had a look at the menu?” 

You wince. “I’ve already ordered, actually.” 

“That’s alright,” he says breezily. “Back in a sec.” 

He stands and gets in line, leaving you to contend with the semi-awkward silence of being in the same place yet not speaking. Right as he finishes ordering, the barista calls your name. James looks like he might grab your drink for you, but you meet him at the counter, thanking the barista as you take it. 

“No problem,” she says with a smile. “Love your outfit, by the way.” 

You fluster a bit at the compliment, a break from the typical coffee shop dialogue you were prepared for, but James wraps a friendly arm around your waist and beams right back at her. 

“She’s got great taste, doesn’t she?” he asks, and you manage to cast a quick thanks over your shoulder as he steers you back to the table. “See, it’s not just me that thinks you look especially pretty today.” 

“Oh, hush,” you say, taking your seat and looking down to stir your drink bashfully. “What’d you order?” 

“Irish cream latte. Limited edition, apparently.” 

“So, the sweetest thing on the menu.” 

The smile spreads on James’ face. It ebbs and flows like the tide, you think, never really leaving. “You know me so well.” 

The warmth in his voice makes your chest feel hollow and achy. James goes to such lengths to do nice things for you, to show you that he pays attention and thinks about you and cares, and yet when it comes to you he’s left settling for whatever scraps of affection he can get. 

“James…” Your tone reveals your shift in mood instantly, and James’ head straightens the way a dog’s ears perk when it hears something alarming. “You know I want to take things slow, right?” 

He nods, and when he speaks his voice is considerately softer. “Yeah, you’ve said. Do you think we’re—I’m moving things too fast right now?” 

“No, just,” you wet your lips, having some trouble looking at his face, “I don’t know, I feel like I’m not being as good as you deserve. You’re such a sweet person, and I think…sometimes I feel like maybe you’d be happier dating someone who could be more all-in. You know?��� 

For a second, the silence is torture. Then: “Someone you’re trying to set me up with, sweetheart?” 

You look up in surprise, but James is smiling again. Softer, now. Almost tentative. You find yourself mirroring him reflexively. 

His knee bumps yours under the table. “I don’t mind moving slowly with you,” he says. 

“Are you sure?” you ask. “Because you seem like you’re ready for more.” And I don’t know if I can manage that yet. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He takes your hand in his, and his eyes are soft, sweet caramel. He looks almost like he could love you. “If I’m coming on too strong, you can tell me, but I care about you. It’s hard for me not to be all-in, but that doesn’t mean I’m expecting the same thing from you. You seem like a sane, well-adjusted person.” James nods seriously. “Something I could use, I’ve been told.” He tries to keep the poker face when you grin, but fails in half a second. 

“Okay.” You give his hand a little squeeze. “Let me know if you change your mind, okay?”

“I won’t,” he says certainly. “I always go for the sweetest thing on the menu, remember?” 

You take your hand back to cover your face, and James’ laughter echoes off the walls. 

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x self insert #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter drabble #james potter blurb #james potter oneshot #james potter one shot #marauders #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #hp marauders #marauders x reader

[tomssexdoll]

request.

smut 2011 bill and female reader.

bill comes home after a long day of work and yn wants to make him feel better so he surprises him with his favorite cake and she's also wearing his favorite set (something gothic like its style)

yn teases him with the cake as well

surprise

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill is tired and stressed out from a LONG day of work, Y/N feels bad and wants to make him feel better, knowing he was coming home late you made his favourite cake and wore his favourite lingiere set that you own. A/N: i want cake WARNINGS: teasing, dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (riding), sucking d, tit playing

Bill finally came home from a long day of work, it was 10pm and I had prepared for his arrival, baking him his favourite cake so he could have something that would cheer him up when he finished his shift.

He came in the door, slouched over and groaning, slamming the keys onto the counter. His face softened as soon as he saw me, engulfing me in a hug, my face mushed against his chest. "Missed you so much baby..the guys are so frustrating, we had to work on a guitar solo for 4 fucking hours cause Tom couldn't get it right" he sighed, letting go and kissing me softly.

"Come here honey, I made your favourite" I smiled, grabbing his hand and guiding him into the kitchen, showing him a slice of his favourite cake, chocolate fudge cake with oreos on top. His eyes lit up at the sight of it, his mouth hanging low. "Oh thank you baby..you're such a good girl" he smiled softly, kissing my neck. I cut a huge slice for him and made him sit down on the couch.

"Stay there baby, I'll be back" I set the cake down, running to the bedroom and putting his favourite set of lingiere that I own, it was very gothic, full of black lace and little dark red flowers.

I came out and watched as his eyes widened, "fuck baby..." he mumbled, covering his mouth, trying to keep his composure. I smirked as a tent built in his pants.

I walked over to the couch and sat on his lap, grabbing the cake and slowly feeding it to him, "is it good baby..?" I whispered, nipping at his neck, he nodded and groaned as I grinded softly on his lap.

I "accidently" swiped some of the frosting onto his lip, "oops! Better clean that up" I smiled innocently, my tongue dragging across his lips, kissing them sweetly.

"Mmm, chocolate" I smirked, his hands flew to my ass and gripped it tightly. "Stop being a tease.." he growled, smacking the flesh.

I smirked and unbuckled his belt, his hips bucking up to help me take his pants off. I slid them off and sat back down on his lap, his cock straining against his boxers, begging to be freed.

I bit my lip and took his cock out, pumping it a few times before getting off the couch and onto my knees. Bill spread his legs slightly, letting me get in between them.

I held his cock with one hand and slightly wrapped my lips around his tip, lowering down onto his cock, "fuckk..yes baby wrap those pretty lips around my cock" he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair softly.

He guided me onto his cock, fitting the full thing inside my mouth. I gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of my throat, tears pricking at my eyes.

I bobbed my head up and down, slobbering all over his erect cock. He groaned and bucked his hips up again, slowly thrusting himself in my mouth, matching my thrusts. "Fuck...so good for me" he praised, caressing my hair softly.

I smiled, picking up my pace and sucking his length faster, ocassionaly swirling my tongue over his sensitive tip, gaining a satifying reaction out of him.

I felt his legs tense up a bit, signalling his impending orgasm. "Make me cum.." he groaned lowly, his head threw back onto the top part of the couch, his other hand reaching out to grip something.

Eventually his other hang grabbed onto my hair, he started to slam his hips into my mouth, throat fucking me cruely. His tip rammed into the back of my throat, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.

"Yess!" he whined, shooting his cum deep into my throat, panting heavily. I swallowed his cum, standing up slowly, my legs slightly shaky from being on my knees for quite a while.

"Cmere baby" he smiled, pulled me onto his lap and taping the straps of the lingiere off, revealing my breasts. He grunted and shoved his head into my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples harshly.

I moaned at the sensation, pleasure waves coursing throughout my body as his suction got rougher. I moved the panty part of the lingiere to the side, revealing my pussy. I grinded on his cock to notify him and his eyes shot open, grinning widely and positioning himself at my entrance.

He slowly pushed in, groaning at my tightness, bottoming himself out. I got into a comfortable position, preparing to ride him when he started to softly thrust into me, I put my hand on his chest to stop him, "baby, let me take care of you" I smiled, lifting my hips up and slamming them down.

I moaned as his tip teasingly brushed against my g spot, making me motivated to go faster, I swayed my hips, getting into a pleasurable rhythm.

His hands flew to my ass, grabbing it tightly and smacking it, I gasped at the sudden spank, turning to him. He chuckled "sorry baby you get me so excited" diving his head back into my tits and sucking on my nipples again.

The way his tip brushed past my sweet spot and the sensation of his mouth on my nipples made me crazy, I knew my orgasm was fastly approaching so I sped up, hips slamming into his at an ungodly pace, sweat lining on my forehead, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Gonna cum!" I whined, my hands creeping down and holding onto his waist, the sound of skin slapping filling the house, our moans in sync.

He grabbed my hips, digging his nails into them as we came at the same time, my pussy cumming all over his cock and his load being squirted deep into my hole, coating my walls completely.

"Oh fuck..you're so good" he panted, holding me close to him. I fell forward and tried to catch my breath with him, both of our bodies covered in swear.

After we had calmed down he pulled me off his lap, picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the shower, "cmon baby, we'll wash up and eat that cake you made me" he smirked, kissing my neck gently and turning the water on.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdoll @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @ballhair

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[bubuslutty]

Day 7: pretty in a skirt

pairing: demon/angel!fem reader x soap + soap x ghost

word count: 3.4k

tags: making out, blowjobs, dry humping, cross dressing, proof read by me so sorry for any mistakes

warnings: none

summary: Angel finally gets her hands on soap, literally.

a/n: enjoy and don't forget to share your thoughts if you've enjoyed a particular part 💙

It was Wednesday, 14:45 to be exact, and Johnny was nervous.

It has been a while since he hung out with a girl, or a boy alone (that isn't Simon or his other guys) for that matter. What would they even do? Chat and drink? She did say she was not planning to get drunk over text a couple of days earlier. And would they fuck? Does she even want to fuck him?

“Johnny,” A deep voice snapped Johnny out of his trance, his hands clutching a pack of Oreos while a bag of snacks was sitting in front of him on the counter.

“Hm?” He blinked and looked at Ghost who was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed and mask scrunched up on his nose bridge, a cigarette held between two pink lips.

“You’re nervous.” Ghost stated, staring at the man without blinking with those pale blue eyes of his.

“And why are you smoking inside the house?” Soap sighed, shoving the Oreos pack in the plastic bag and taking two big steps towards his Lieutenant, removing the cigarette from his lips and placing a kiss on them instead.

 “You only smoke when you’re anxious or really annoyed.” Soap raised a brow after taking a puff, and blowing the smoke to the side, staring at Ghost straight in the eyes.

“I’m not.” Ghost shrugged, staring at Soap’s lips without blinking.

“Shitty liar, Lt. Shitty liar you are.” Soap sighed and handed the man back his cigarette.

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just a bit nervous because what if she’s a better fuck than I am?” Ghost slowly said, getting off the fridge to stand closer to Soap, breathing in his cologne.

Soap snorted, feeling a twinge of arousal deep in his guts, “Seriously, Simon? I dinnae even know if that’s what’s going to happen in the first place. And I doubt she has a bigger dick than you, so yeah, probably not.”

Ghost raised a brow, “Is that right? You can go around and shag anyone you want, Johnny, but at the end of the day, you come right back to me, yeah?"

“Always, Lt.” Soap breathed out, feeling his throat dry out and his dick harden in his trousers.

“Open your mouth then.” Ghost ordered and Soap let his mouth fall open, sticking out his tongue. Ghost brought the cigarette to his lips and took a puff, then grabbed Soap’s neck with his other hand, then leaned down and blew the smoke straight in Soap’s mouth and before Soap could make any sound (like moan like a total whore, but honestly same.), he smashed their lips together and kissed Soap like he was trying to suck his soul out through mouth.

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Ghost is such a fucking dickhead, like, major dickhead.

You may be wondering, why is Ghost a dickhead?

Because Soap was stuck to will the boner away HE caused when he tried to tongue fuck his mouth in the middle of their kitchen!

That fucker knew what he was doing, he knew and still did it! Soap just hoped it’s not that noticeable because he doesn’t want to look like a huge creep to Angel when she kindly invited him over for a hang out.

Angel opened the door of her house, grinning as soon as she saw Soap, “You’re literally right on time! Please, come in!” She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek as greeting.

“I’m a punctual man.” Soap laughed, trying to relax so he stops thinking about his dying boner. “Should I take my shoes off?” He asked when he noticed her wearing nothing but socks on her feet.

“Yes, please. And let me get that for you.” She said, taking the plastic bag Soap was holding and making her way to the kitchen, “Oh, you got the pink Oreos?” She laughed while looking inside the bag.

Soap slipped off his shoes and placed them neatly to the side, looking around the place. He does know what her kitchen looks like, but he never stepped a foot inside the rest of her home, but now that he does, he was taking everything in.

Angel’s home was simple, yet homey. She had a lot of mirrors hung around, Johnny noticed, and quite a lot of plants, and paintings on her walls. Her living room was nicely decorated as well, with quite a lot of books, some figurines, posters of singers, music albums and random knick knacks, who were interestingly enough, from different time periods, Johnny noticed.

On the coffee table, there was quite a hefty amount of fashion magazines and an empty glass of water.

“So, how’re you, Soap?” Angel asked, glancing up at him as he made her way to the kitchen.

“Good, you?” Soap said with a nod.

“I’m alright, how’s work?” Angel asked as she neatly placed the snacks on individual bowls and then on a tray.

“It’s alright, nothing exciting.” Soap shrugged and Angel hummed, “That’s good. Can you get cups from the cupboard?” Soap turned around and placed his hand on a random handle, “Not that one, the one on the left- Yep, that one.” 

Soap took out two glasses and carried the beers and the Coke bottle in his arms while Angel led the way to her room with the tray of snacks. “Where’s your cat, by the way?” Soap asked, remembering she had a cat and hadn't seen the animal anywhere.

“Upstairs in my room,” Angel said and gasped, “I just realised that you’re the first man to enter my bedroom since I’ve moved in.” 

“I am?” Soap said, surprised.

“Well, if you don't count the guys that moved my furniture in."

When Soap stepped inside her bedroom, he didn’t know what to expect, really, but he was intrigued either way. Her bedroom looks extremely comfortable, with fluffy pillows and sheets and blankets on her bed. Her bedroom was also quite big, with fluffy carpets on the floor and a huge mirror leaning against the wall, taller and wider than Soap.

“Why the hell do you have this monstrosity of mirror? What if it falls on you one day?” Soap laughed, checking his hair and face in the mirror.

Angel giggled and placed the tray on her desk, “I use it to travel through worlds and dreams.” 

Soap chuckled, “I mean, it’s as big as a door.” 

“Kuromi, say hello to Soap.” Angel said and Soap placed the glasses and drinks on her desk, suddenly feeling a press against his leg and when he looked down he cooed, “Hey, pretty girl.” 

He leaned down and picked up the cat, scratching her under the chin while she happily let him and even purred in his arms. Then Kuromi let out a cute yawn and Soap grinned, “Yeah? You like that? Of course, you do.” 

Angel smiled at the sight, “You’re Kuromi Approved, now.” 

Soap looked up, “Kuromi Approved?”

“Yeah, she has the ability to smell bullshit and shitty personalities on people, and it seems like she deems you safe to be in here.” Angel said making Soap chuckle and gently lower Kuromi on the bed.

“Well, I’m glad I passed her test.” Soap laughed.

“Okay, let’s get to the part where we get to the real reason why you’re here,” Angel smirked and placed her hands on his shoulders, “Sit and close your eyes.” 

Soap let himself be pushed down and sat on the edge of her bed, “Close my eyes?”

“Yeah, it’s just for a second.” Angel smiled.

Soap nodded and closed his eyes, feeling a bit nervous but he played it cool by leaning a bit back, supporting his weight with his hands on the mattress behind him. 

"You can open them now." She said and Johnny opened them slowly, and he didn't know what to expect, really. 

Angel was holding the same brown skirt from before, but this time it looked a little different, a bit bigger, well, definitely bigger compared to her waist size. 

"That's-" Johnny pointed at the skirt and looked up at Angel. 

"The same skirt I have, only in your size, well, I hope it's in your size." Angel said, practically vibrating with excitement while grinning. 

"And what am I supposed to do with it?-" 

Angel smirked and placed one of her hands on her hip, "What do you think? Try it on and let's get this party started." 

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. 

. 

"I wonder what they're doing right now." Gaz wondered while laying on his back on his bed, throwing a tennis ball in the air and catching it with one hand. 

When Gaz didn't get an answer from Ghost sitting next to him, he nudged him with his foot, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

"How the fuck am I supposed to know, Garrick?" Ghost mumbled while folding and refolding their clean laundry.

"Hm, I'm smelling…Jealously! Are you jealous, lieutenant?" Gaz mused with a small smirk and innocently batted his eyelashes when Ghost glared at him. 

Ghost was most definitely about to say something smart when both of their phones pinged with a notification. 

Both Gaz and Ghost looked at each other then reached for their phones at the same time. 

"What's this?" Ghost frowned at his screen when he saw that a picture was shared in their group chat. And did a double take when he realised it was from their neighbour. 

When the picture downloaded, he didn't know what to say or do but stare. And it seemed like Gaz had the same reaction until another picture was shared and Gaz cursed, then dropped his phone on his face, cursing for an entirely different reason.

The pictures were a mirror selfie of Johnny and Angel wearing matching brown pleated skirts, so short you could see the bottom of Johnny's black boxers. Angel was grinning while linking her other arm with Johnny as he flexed his other arm, his white tank top riding up and revealing a happy trail and tanned abs. 

They simply looked absolutely delicious together that Simon struggled to breathe and had to lock his phone for a breather. 

The other picture was of them looking over their shoulders, popping their butt at the camera as Angel snapped a mirror pic. They looked like they were having so much fun but none of the boys knew that it took a bit of convincing to get Johnny to wear it and take a mirror picture. 

"How do you feel?" Angel asked, holding one of Johnny's hands in front of the mirror as he looked at their reflections. Him in his tank top, skirt, socks and her in her bra, skirt and socks. 

Johnny looked at his tan skin, at the dark hairs on his arms, legs and chest, the scars and at his messy mohawk, at his massive shoulders, at his muscular thighs and sharp jawline. 

"I'm not sure this fits me." He said, digging his heels in Angel's carpet. 

"What do you mean? Is it the colour?" Angel asked. 

"I don't know, this looks like it'd fit someone, cuter. I think maybe black would fit me, leather, studs and all." He mumbled and Angel sighed, "Johnny, I know you're literally in the army, but please, for the love of everything Holy and Dear, don't put yourself in a box." 

"I'm not, lass." 

"You are, Soap. I know you don't look like the image of innocence to wear pleated skirts but that doesn't mean they won't suit you. I, for one, think you look absolutely great in them!" Angel said, placing both of her hands on his shoulders and squeezing once. 

Soap didn't know what to say and instead stared down at her, then eventually at her glossy plump lips.

"Soap," He watched her lips move and breathe out his name. 

"Hm?" Johnny hummed, unable to look away from her lips. 

"Have you ever worn a bikini top?" 

"What?"

Back at home, Gaz and Ghost, including Price were lowkey losing their minds over the flood of pictures shared with them in the groupchat.

There was pictures were both Johnny and Angel wore the same bikini top and posed in cute and sexy poses. And because Angel had a gigantic mirror in her room, they could see everything, every detail of their outfits and the mess of clothes and shoes strewn out across her bedroom. 

Some pictures were shared in the groupchat, and some were not, specially kept private so Soap can use them to torture his favourite lieutenant.

Angel and Johnny took turns snapping pictures of each other while Angel's playlist played in the playground, girly, fun, glittery and slutty, Angel's favourite type of music to dance to in the club. 

One of the pictures Angel took of Johnny were of him laying on her fluffy bed, back against the headboard, with nothing on except a small pale pink skirt. They drank beer and coke, fed each other snacks and giggled over random stories until they tired themselves out, laying on Angel's bed. 

At that rate, Angel was wearing a tiny, poor excuse of a bikini top with a tiny jean skirt while Johnny was still wearing just that damn pale pink skirt. He laid on his back on her bed, staring at the ceiling with Angel laid next to him, her head on his chest with one of her legs thrown across one of his massive thighs.

Soap had one of his arms wrapped around her waist, caressing the naked skin of her back while she hummed along to the music and he reflected on how she managed to unleash a version of himself he hadn't the courage or the time to let out.

He felt so many things. 

But he knew in that moment, he felt sexy, he felt beautiful and handsome. He felt good and he felt hot. And most importantly, he's had fun, like a lot of fun, trying accessories of all shapes and colours with Angel, the woman was like Barbie to him, or a Bratz doll, with a closet full of magic and wonders.

"Have you ever worn a skirt before?" Angel asked, voice low and he closed his eyes. 

"Aye."

"A skirt, not a kilt. You know, for fun." Angel corrected and Soap opened his eyes, "No." 

Angel hummed and drew random shapes on his warm skin, "Did you have fun?" 

"'Course, I did." He smiled while Britney Spears played in the playground. 

"I'm glad." Angel smiled, running a finger over one of his many scar.

"Thank you." Soap said sincerely.

Angel lifted her head and pushed herself forward, placing a kiss to Soap's cheek, "You're welcome, pretty." 

Soap grabbed her by the waist and easily flipped them around so she was now laying on her back with him hovering above her, "Me? Pretty? Have ya seen yourself, Angel?" 

Angel giggled at how she was easily manhandled and at the kiss that Soap loudly placed on one of her warm cheeks. 

"Prettiest fucking lass I've laid my eyes on." He said while tickling her sides as she laughed and tried to push him away. 

In truth, she could easily free herself from his hold, could empower his strength and get away, she was a supernatural creature after all. She could change the rhythm of his heartbeat with a blink, she could stop his heart from beating all together, she could slither herself in his mind and make him forget anything and remember a reality that has never existed. 

Simply put, she was fucking powerful to a terrifying level. 

But luckily for Johnny, she was a Wish Angel on a mission and won't do anything that could prevent her from completing her Assignment. That's what everyone at the Wish Office in the other realm knows at least.

Angel's legs somehow ended up wrapped around Johnny's waist, and because he was just human, just desire wrapped in flesh, her heat, the skin to skin contact, the scent of her sweet shampoo, her sparkling eyes and inviting lips were irresistible. So he leaned in and got a taste of sweetness and sin.

So when he ran his big calloused hands all over her supple and soft skin and shuddered when she ran her hands up his arms to grab onto his biceps and his shoulders slumped when she giggled in his mouth and gave his lower lip a kitten lick. 

And so Johnny kissed her slow and steady, wanting to savour everything she was willing to give him. And he was so distracted by her warm lips and her hands on his skin, he didn't realise he was rolling his hips against her until she bit her lower lip and threw her head back.

It happened all too quickly and too slow at the same time, Johnny was unable to stop the rutting of his hips or the little gasps that left his lips. That is until Angel grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. 

Johnny was confused but he let her push him away and blushed when she then proceeded to sit on his lap and cup the bulge between his legs over the skirt. 

He gasped and moaned when she pressed the heel of her hand on his swollen cock and couldn't stop himself from panting when she was looking at him straight in the eyes with a hungry smile. Her eyes were wide in lust and wonder, they practically sparkled under the light of the lamplight and the LED lights on her vanity. 

Johnny's face was pink when she reached inside his boxers and started palming him and massaging his wet tip with the palm of her hand. His lips were shiny with spit and swollen, and his eyelids were heavy and Angel wanted to fucking eat him right then and there. 

When she fully took him out of his boxers, she told him to hold his skirt so she can get a look at his cock, and when she did she looked at him and said, "Johnny, you have such a pretty cock."

He trembled then, and moaned when she spat on her palm and started stroking him properly, his tip constantly leaking and making the slide that much easier. And her other hand was cupping his balls. 

Of course Johnny had to spread his legs a bit so she could comfortably jerk him off, and she was still sitting on his lap, with enough space between her and Johnny's stomach so she can fit her hands between his legs and reduce him to a wet, panting, mess.

Slick sounds were heard in her bedroom, along with Johnny's gasps, moans and curses. He was still holding onto that skirt against his stomach for dear life after being threatened to stop jerking him off if he drops it by Angel. 

His tan chest was pink and his nipples were hard pebbles now, begging to be kissed and licked. The swell of Johnny's chest kept going up and down when Angel leaned forward to place a tiny kiss to one of Johnny's pecs, then collarbone, neck, side of his mouth, chin and finally mouth. 

Little gasps and moans were spilling out of his lips as she skilfully brought him to his climax where he spilled all over her hand and the skirt. 

Angel felt her chest swell with pride when she felt his warm cum cover her fingers. She didn't say anything nor paid attention to the slick mess in her underwear, or how the fabric was practically plastered to her pussy at that point. 

"Sorry-" Soap panted out, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. 

"Why are you apologising for?" Angel said, running her fingers through his mohawk. 

"I ruined your skirt." He said, fluttering his eyes shut and letting himself fall back on the bed, placing his warm hands on her naked thighs as he calmed down from his orgasm. 

"I can wash it." Angel hummed and placed a small kiss on his lips and he grinned, eyes dark and full of lust. 

"You're good with your hands, bonnie." He bit his lower lip and thumbed at the hem of her short jean skirt. 

"I'm even better with my mouth." She grinned and he felt arousal stir again at the bottom of his stomach.

"You'll have to show me another day. It's my turn now." He said and gave a smack to her inner thigh, gaining him a squeal from her as he manhandled them around so she was laying on her back with her legs over his shoulders. 

"At least let me take this off-" Angel tried to pull her skirt down and Soap pried her hands away from it, "No need, just trust me and relax." 

Angel nodded and almost gulped when she saw how dark and absolutely spilling with lust his eyes were. He looked at her like he was about to devour her whole, like a tiger hiding behind high grass, watching a gazelle before striking.

"Just trust me and relax." 

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[kimbap-r0ll]

Pocky Game With Diasomnia

11/11 is Pocky/Pepero day! How would Diasomnia do in this challenge with their s/o?

Malleus

He's never had pocky before, so you should introduce this game to him! He's intrigued at the idea, though a little confused.

You probably approached him at first with a pocky in your mouth and he asked you what you were doing. That's when you decide to just eat the pocky as you explain it to him. Afterwards, he'll agree to playing it with you

Will not for the love of the Great Seven be flustered. Even as you two get closer to kissing he's still looking at you. You end up getting too shy and trying to pull away first but he'll sneak a kiss on your lips

Malleus laughs as you try to keep yourself from blushing. "You look adorable, this was an interesting game," he says while placing a hand on your shoulder. He might as for another round because why not give you another shot?

His favorite flavor is probably matcha btw!

Lilia

Knew the game existed and approached you with a box of this Japanese snack to you first. If you happened to have thought the same way as him, then the two of you probably burst out laughing when you guys meet up with different pocky boxes

Ends up using your box and takes one of those pocky sticks. "Okay, good luck then, y/n," he says with a smile before waiting for you to also accept the challenge.

The game ends pretty quickly because he just doesn't. take. it. slow. He just chomps and the next thing you know you guys are super close

You probably decide to chicken out and bite away from him. He laughs about it, saying that it was cute to see you get all flustered. He does kiss you on the cheek though to make you even more red. "We should do another round, this time let's see if you win."

His favorite flavor is strawberry!

Silver

Didn't know about this game, but now that you brought it up will take on the challenge

He's a bit confused at first, just choosing to eat it without asking you how exactly you two are supposed to play it. After giving him a free pocky, you end up initiating the challenge by sticking one of those snacks in your mouth and waiting for him.

He's super slow, probably dazed out at some point when you ended up getting super close to him. He's the one that might pull away first, in which case congrats! You two probably end up accidentally kissing though because he wasn't paying attention to the distance

He just makes a slight gasp while you laugh at him blushing. "T-that was sweet, thank you," he tries to not sound embarrassed but it's hard to hide it.

His favorite flavor is milk chocolate!

Sebek

"Human what kind of game is this? Is this a challenge? I accept!" He's taking this much more seriously than he should, but the spirit's nice :/

You end up starting the game and he takes the opposite end of the pocky. At first, he's confident that he'll make you flustered, but as the game goes, it's clear that he's going to be the first one to pull away

At some point, about an inch away from each other at this point, he shuts his eyes and bites away but you manage to sneak a kiss on his lips. He might almost fall out of his chair haha

"Y/n! I-I knew you were going to do that," he says in a huff. "I won't lose the next time though, I demand a rematch!" With that you two end up playing the game again, but he ends up getting kissed and being a flustered mess again too haha

His favorite flavor is the oreo one!

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[darkkryptonian]

Summary: After a bit of an intense sparring session, Reader and Wanda fuck.

A/N: Well, this I truly apologize for. I wrote it in 20 minutes and it's not really all that good. But... Well... It is what it is and such is life.

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“Give it up, Maximoff. You are no match for me.”

You said teasingly as she kept trying to defeat you. She was getting frustrated every passing second, but you kept teasing her. It was a bad idea. One of her shots hit you on the shoulder hard and you groaned with pain.

“No!”

She exclaimed as she looked at you on the ground of the training room, holding tightly onto your shoulder. Natasha came into the room furiously.

“What the fuck did you do?”

“I just… I couldn't… They…”

She was still looking at you. You had recovered a bit now and looked at her.

“So, my little witchy does have a bite, huh?”

You smiled looking at her and she blushed deeply. You groaned again as you stood up.

“You cannot be trusted…”

“Natasha!”

You exclaimed before she could continue.

“It was my fault.”

“But… She-”

“End of discussion.”

You said sternly and Natasha knew better than to cross you when you were determined. 

“Let's go, Wands.”

You offered your uninjured hand and pulled her closer to you. 

“I am so, so, sorry.”

She said as you were walking away. You looked at her and she had tears in her eyes. 

“Hey, I know I wound you up too much. I was hoping for that reaction. I was ready. I wouldn't have worked you up if I wasn't.”

“Natasha was right. I shouldn't be -”

You stop her with a small peck on her lips. She looks up sheepishly and you give her another. She closes her eyes knowing there will be a next, but you hold her chin and go for her neck.

She feels your lips first, then your teeth, and then a sting that marks her. She gasps and opens her eyes looking at you, eying your work.

“Well, I had to pay you back.”

You say and leave a baffled Wanda behind you as you start walking towards your shared quarters. You turn around to look at her. She is still standing there with one hand on her neck feeling the sting.

“Come on, Wanda.”

You call for her and she follows you. Once she gets into your shared quarters you effortlessly pick her up with your uninjured arm and push her against the wall.

She gasps at the sudden change and looks into your eyes.

“What?”

“Well, I am going to fuck you. Seeing you with all that rage in the training room was so fucking hot.”

“But your hand…”

“If you think I can not make you writhe and hey with one arm, you are sorely mistaken, my little witch.”

You say and push her harder against the wall. She gulps and looks at you. There is a darkness in your eyes she has never encountered before.

You gently put her down and prompt her to get on her knees. She looks up at you and you hold onto her chin.

“You look so beautiful like this. On your knees, waiting for me.”

“All for you, Master.”

She says and you nod. There is a soft voice of a belt being pulled after that and a thick, rubber Phallus pops in front of her.

“You know what to do.”

You say and she takes the silicon object in her mouth. She starts sucking it portion by portion. You pat her hair and hold onto them.

“That's my good Princess.”

You say teasingly and you see her clutching her thighs together at the praise. After a minute or so, your grip on her hair increases and you start fucking her throat.

She struggles to breathe. Tears start flowing through her eyes and you love the way her mascara is running on her face. After a few minutes, you let her go and pull her up by her hair.

“Strip and get on the bed.”

You command and she starts removing her clothes. Her panties are the last to go which you see have a wet patch.

“Hand me those.”

You command and she blushes before placing the panties in your open hand.

“On your back, spread your legs wide. This is a bit big. I want you to let me know if it feels uncomfortable. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. What is your safe word?”

“Oreo.”

“Perfect.”

You say and you softly lean over her. You look into her eyes before capturing your lips in hers and kissing her deeply. While she is in a state of pure bliss you push the head of your contraption inside her and she gasps at the stretch.

You deepen the kiss and start pushing into her portion by portion. She starts marching her back and you stabilize her by placing a firm hand on her pubic bone.

“There we go, Princess. We are almost done.”

You say as you push the last portion inside her and lean on top of her, teasing her nipples, soothing her. 

After a few minutes, she starts moving, looking for more friction. But you stop her, still focused on her boobs.

“First orgasm will be by stimulation.”

You announce and put your hand between her legs. You find her pleasure bud and start rubbing it softly. Wanda gets a firm hold of the headboard to stop herself from moving and her boobs pop out even more. 

You look at her hungrily and start sucking and biting on her nips. You can feel her getting closer and increasing your speed. 

“You may cum, my witch.”

You say and she does, arching her back wildly, looking for more friction. You keep a firm hand on her waist holding her close.

“That is it, Princess. That is it. You did so well. So good.”

You affirm her with words and she slowly comes down from her high and looks at you panting.

“We are not done yet.”

Your eyes are dark again and she gulps. You move her around so that she is sitting on your lap, the phallus still deep in her.

“Start.”

You command and she starts riding. You know she is pulling back a little because of the previous orgasm. But you hold on to her waist and push yourself deeper in her. 

She gasps and digs her nails into your shoulder. You hiss at the pain radiating from your already injured limb. But you keep fucking the girl and you finally decide it has been enough.

You flip her around and she hisses and grunts at the sudden change. Her face is smashed into the mattress and you fuck her harder and harder till she cums and cums again.

You hear a soft “Oreo” in the air after her sixth orgasm or so and you stop entirely. You pull yourself out of her and put a hand between her legs as she softly grunts at the sudden loss.

“I am so sorry, Princess. Did I get too far? Are you feeling okay?”

You ask as you pull her onto your lap.

“No. No. No. That was amazing.”

She says in bliss. She hides her face in your neck as you hold her close. After a few minutes, you place her softly down and remove the strap from your waist. You run a bath and come into the bedroom again to see Wanda waiting for you, now leaning against the headboard.

“Come on, Princess.”

You ask her to follow, but she just looks at you and puts her hands up. You smile softly and go to her, picking her up bridal style and taking her to the bath.

After she is settled in the bath you undress and join her. She leans on your chest and you softly caress her hair, untangling her locks.

“I am sorry if I went too far, Princess. I know-”

She kisses you to shut you up and looks up at you.

“You didn't. You stopped as soon as I wanted you to. You are the most amazing thing in my life. Thank you for defending me with Natasha.”

“I will always defend you, Wands. You know that.”

You said sincerely and a tear escaped her eye.

“Always?”

“Always, my Princess.”

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[t4kalcvr]

BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

[ posted : June 30, 10:30 p.m. ]

CHAPTER 8. The Talk.

“Y/n, c'mon I just- we need go talk right quick. Like a serious one,” Daichi was trying to convince you that he did not mean the talk in a way an actual parent would.

You sighed as you sat back down on the bed, pillows scattered everywhere to keep him away from you. “Fine, go ahead, give me ‘the talk’!” you added air quotes to give your exaggeration a bit of effect.

Daichi gave a long sigh as you both faced each other and he carefully grabbed your hands. “Y/n, you know I love you right?” he began, you nodded with a hum, indicating for him to continue. “You need a boyfriend.” he ever so bluntly stated.

Your jaw dropped almost instantly at the claim, you stammered a little before speaking a full sentence, “WHAT!? I do NOT need anyone, thank you very much!” you were quite offended and Daichi could see that, so he quickly cleared up his intentions.

“Not like that you dummy, I'm not saying you need someone to depend on. I'm saying you have a lot of love to give to someone and you're too picky that you don't!” he took a breath before opening his mouth again, this time you weren't eager for it, “Chizuko...” he stopped breathing as he spoke.

You knew why, he and Chizuko never really bonded well. Sure they did a good job not displaying that but they were always iffy with each other because they both wanted to protect you from everyone. It never bothered you and they never put you between it, they were both incredibly mature and it never caused issues. You loved both of them dearly for that.

Daichi took a second breath as he continued, “Chizuko is with you more than me,” and you could tell that hurt him to admit. “But we both see the way you look at people and behave around them, even through a screen,” he looked you directly in your eyes as he spoke.

“Daichi...” you sighed. You could feel where he was going with this.

“You don't need to keep hiding your face, y/n.” Daichi furrowed his brows in concentration, making sure you couldn't interrupt him. “You’re beautiful and Kita thinks that too, I know he does.”

Daichi grinned as he saw your face light up with a bright red color, usually, you would've said something snarky like “well I don't need a man's opinion” or “I don't need you to tell me that” but Kita? He knew. It was truly rare for you to lose your mind over a guy you've seen once.

He knew you cared what someone would think one day. And although it's not normally a good thing, he couldn't wait for you to meet or have that person. And although he poorly knows Kita besides volleyball-related activities, he knows he's a good guy.

“Why would I- what does that- no!” you finally spoke. Daichi chuckled at your reaction, priceless.

“Y/n, c'mon!” he exhaled, “Go on a date with this guy...” he paused to think up a random day, “Sunday!”

You inhaled, you were going to say no but if he was insisting without even mentioning you asking him out, did he already have this planned? You sighed before putting on a small smile. “Fine, but I'm not the one who's starting this!” your blush deepened.

“You don't have to! I promise!” Daichi laughed as he wiggled your hands in excitement.

You really couldn't believe how Daichi was the one insisting on this. He and Chizuko being the protective type? You kinda wondered what she would think about this right now.

But you kinda couldn't focus on those thoughts because Daichi was giggling and hopping around like a little gossip girl. You loved when he turned into a supportive older sister.

[ text after photos! ]

And despite everything going well for everyone and you being nothing but excited and anxious for Sunday, it didn’t cross your mind about how two posts could make a certain oreo haired boy assume…

“Oh…” he flicked his phone off before setting it down beside him as he laid in his messy sheets…

… he never had a chance.

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Note :: I was hoping to sneak a little angst in here and I found the opportunity so i took it, also this was kinda last minute so i’m sorry if it sucks! i also decided to add a few more less displayed things and stuff so this chapter was basically MADE on impulse so i’m definitely sorry if it didn’t make sense! i was really in the zone :’)

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[iamfruitie]

Caution and Care Pt. 4

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First Word

After over a week of resting, eating, and getting plenty of sleep, Mad and Anti were on track to return to a healthy state. They caught up on their shows, started new ones, and watched plenty of movies. It was nice to be able to relax and not worry about anything. Henrik also created a seal for Anti’s broken horn, making the pain subside and allowing Anti to feel a lot more at peace without the constant pain.

But now, Mad's curiosity about the rest of the building was kicking in. He and Anti had stayed in the room the whole time, mostly speaking to only JJ and Henrik, with the occasional visit from Edward and Dark, but they didn’t really talk to the alphas much. Mad didn’t speak to them at all. He talked to the omegas and stayed silent around the alphas.

Regardless of his caution around the alphas in the building, Mad wanted-no-needed to know what was outside of the room. 

It was the middle of the night when this need kicked in. Mad woke and found himself in a loose hold by Anti. He could tell Anti was fully out by the soft, almost snores.

“Anti?” Mad said to check, and when he didn’t get any reaction, he slowly slipped his way out of the bed. 

Mad took silent steps, moving around the bed and to the door. He held the door handle and looked at Anit, waiting for any sign he had woken up. Anti was still. The only movement coming from his deep breathing. Mad opened the door and slipped out, holding the handle until the door closed to prevent it from clicking. 

Mad chewed on his lip as he looked around, recognizing the hall and walking down it until he was in the lobby area. He wasn’t fully there when they got brought in, so some details were new to him. The lights were off, so he couldn’t really see too much of those details yet. Maybe he could find a flashlight or something like that. He could see pictures on the walls but couldn’t get a good look at who was in the pictures. 

Mad moved further into the house and saw a light coming from an open room. Peeking in, he found the kitchen, and the light above the stove was still on. He couldn’t resist the urge to step into the kitchen and look around, a sweet craving hitting him as he found a container of Oreos. An excited purr rumbled in his throat as he peeled back the covering and took an Oreo, biting into it and freezing at the lights turning on. 

“Oh! Hey man.” An alpha Mad didn’t know greeted. “You must be one of the omegas Dark found.” Mad slowly chewed and swallowed, watching the new alpha with wide eyes. The alpha was large and built like Wilford, muscles prominent behind his oversized Spider-Man shirt. He had a big toothy grin, and his horns were the same shade of light brown as his messy hair. “If you like Oreos, I know where Dark keeps the double-stuffed chocolate ones.” The alpha went to a different cabinet and dug around for a moment before pulling out a different Oreo container. “These things are perfect for anyone that loves chocolate.” He opened the container and took one of the Oreos before holding it toward Mad. “Dark won’t get angry at you for taking a handful, so if he asks, you had a couple extra.” The alpha chuckled and popped the Oreo he took into his mouth. “God, that’s good.” 

Mad hesitated, watching the alpha eat one first before cautiously taking one from the container. He saw the alpha take another Oreo and stuffed it into his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff out a bit, and Mad couldn’t help from softly giggling at the sight. The alpha looked at him and smiled, chocolate crumbs covering his lips. Something about his calm yet goofy nature helped Mad’s fear, and he took a bite of the chocolate Oreo, perking up at the rich taste. 

“Good, right?” The alpha asked, getting a head nod from Mad as he took a little handful of the Oreos. “I’m Jackie. I’m guessing you’re Mad?” Jackie’s question was answered with another head nod. “Dark said you don’t talk a lot and that’s totally fine. I can go on endlessly if you let me.” Jackie laughed, and Mad smiled. “Although, I’ll admit that I’m a little surprised to see you without Anti. I was told you two were attached at the hip. That must be really nice to have someone always by your side. Especially someone who is ready to bite everyone to keep you safe.” Mad smiled more and nodded before pausing to tilt his head to gesture at his horns and then to Jackie’s. “Um…oh! Are you asking if I have a mate?” Jackie’s chest puffed with pride when Mad nodded. “I mean, like, kind of?” He rubbed the back of his neck as a hint of pink covered his cheeks. “There’s someone I’ve been seeing, but it’s…I’m…” Jackie weakly laughed, and the pink became red. “You two will probably be taken out shopping soon.” 

“Hm?” Mad made a confused sound at the sudden change in subject and what Jackie meant. 

“You’re still wearing the spare clothes. Dark will probably be taking you two out to get a proper wardrobe or at least a start to one. Are there clothes you like? Designs or style? He’ll ask you all about it.” Mad tugged at the front of his shirt before pointing at Jackie's. “A man with great taste!” Jackie laughed loudly. 

“Is everything alright in here?” Dark asked as he stepped in, pausing when he saw Mad. When he heard Dark's voice, Jackie had quickly handed Mad the Oreo container. 

“Do you still have that Spider-Man shirt?” Jackie asked Dark. “The one I gave you with that whole buy one get one sale?” 

“I do? It’s currently on my dresser. I was going to-” 

“Sweet!” Jackie didn’t let Dark finish before taking off. 

“Don’t touch anything else in there,” Dark called after him. “Did you get a late-night craving?” He softly chuckled, gesturing to the cookies in Mad’s hands. Mad couldn’t help the feeling of warmth on his face as he nodded and held the container toward Dark. “They are tasty.” Dark took an Oreo and bit into it. “You're welcome to help yourself to them whenever you please.” Mad softly smiled and swallowed.

“Thanks.” The word came out as a whisper, but it was enough to get Dark to straighten up and smile as well. 

Mad spoke to him. He hasn’t said a single word to any alpha, and he spoke to him. It was one very quiet word, but that was a big step. It was clear that it was by the way Mad looked away, and his blush deepened. 

“Got it!” Jackie practically skipped back into the kitchen and handed Mad a shirt. It was the same shirt Jackie wore. “First piece to your new wardrobe.”

“I’m not sure Mad would want that.” Dark hadn’t worn the shirt a lot, but he had worn it recently, meaning his scent was on it. “I can take it back if you’d like.” Mad shook his head and hugged the shirt. He’d been growing bored of the plain clothing he and Anti wore. He wanted some color, some design, anything. “You can keep it,” Dark said, hoping that maybe his scent wasn’t that strong on the shirt. He didn’t want to make it seem like he was pushing himself onto Anti and Mad. “How about we get you back to bed? I’m sure Anti wouldn’t like the idea of you walking around on your own.” Mad nodded in agreement and left the kitchen with Dark.

“Night,” Jackie said with a wave as they went. 

Mad stayed at Dark’s side while they made their way to the lobby, taking a curious sniff of the shirt and his blush returning at a realization.

“Mad!” Anti gasped with relief when he saw Mad at the very end of the hall. He rushed over and yanked Mad into a protective hug, glaring at Dark. “Did you take him?” 

“I found him in the kitchen eating Oreos,” Dark answered, understanding Anti’s worry. 

“He was?” Anti sighed in relief and looked at Mad. “You went off without me?” 

“I was curious,” Mad said. 

“Next time, wake me up.” Anti’s scold was gentle. “Thanks for bringing him back.” He added to Dark. 

“It was no problem at all. I’ll see you two in the morning.” Dark gave a light bow before walking off for his own room. 

“I still can’t believe you snuck off like that.” Anti continued his scolding as he and Mad entered their room. 

“Can you?” Mad asked with a giggle. 

“Alright, you got me there, but I am shocked you went without me.” Anti crawled into the bed.

“I was worried you’d say no,” Mad admitted, getting into the bed with Anti. 

“Like I could ever say no to you.” Anti giggled, pulling Mad closer to him and kissing his cheek. “What’s with the shirt?” 

“It’s Dark’s.”

“Dark gave you his shirt?”

“Jackie technically did.”

“Jackie? Who’s Jackie?”

“An alpha.”

“You spoke to an alpha? Without me?” 

“Less spoke to, and more make gestures with.” Mad curled up a little in embarrassment. “I still can’t talk to them…But I did manage to say thanks to Dark for letting me have some of his Oreos.”

“Of course, sweets had something to do with your first word to him.” Anti chuckled, kissing Mad’s cheek again. “So, how did you get the shirt?”

“Jackie said we’ll probably be able to go shopping for new clothes soon, and I liked the shirt he was wearing, and apparently Dark had one he wasn’t really wearing, and he let me have it,” Mad explained, holding the shirt up between them. “He smells like roses.” 

“I thought I did.” Anti sniffed the shirt, unsure how to feel about how strangely…comforting Dark’s scent was. It did have a rose hint to it like Mad had said. 

“You smell like lilies.” Mad corrected, nuzzling his nose to Anti’s neck. 

“You seem to have a favor toward floral scents.” Anti chuckled, letting the shirt drop between them and wrapping an arm around Mad’s waist. 

“A little.” Mad purred and kissed Anti’s neck, giggling at the feeling of Anti’s hand moving and squeezing his ass. “You’re definitely feeling better if you’re getting all touchy again.” 

“The word you’re looking for is horny.” Anti guided Mad to lay down with him, Dark’s shirt tucked under their bodies. 

“You’re always horny.” Mad teased, hands going under Anti’s shirt and lifting the fabric as he felt his body. 

“Like you’re not the same.” Anti tugged Mad’s pants down, getting hit with the scent of his slick. Mad’s scents were strong, so even the smallest amount was easy to smell. 

“I’m not that bad.” Mad kept one hand under Anti’s shirt while the other worked to get his pants off. 

“Fair. I’m so much worse.” Anti pressed his hips to Mad’s, wrapping a hand around both of their cocks and getting them to groan. 

“A-Anti~” Mad pressed the rest of his body to Anti. “It’s been so long.”

“It has.” Anti started moving his hand slowly. “But now I can take care of you.” 

“I can-I can take care of you too.” Mad panted and started rocking his hips, adding to the friction and making them both moan. 

“Yes, you can.” Anti knew they were both sensitive and felt his own slick forming as he worked his hand faster. 

“Anti~!” Mad gasped, cumming while still moving his hips. Anti wasn’t surprised at all by how fast that was, nor was he shocked when it wasn’t too long after that he was tensing up and cumming as well. “I…I missed…I missed this feeling.” Mad purred between breaths, trying to hug Anti as close to him as possible. 

“Me too. I’ll be sure to let us have it more often again.” Anti kissed Mad’s forehead.

“Does that mean we’re going to stay stay?”

“If Dark allows us to. We will.” 

“I’d like that a lot.”

“I know.” 

#antimad #nsft #horned!omegaverse #the spice begins! XD #also jackie is the biggest goof and I love him

[lost-in-sokovia]

you taste like oreos

for my klitzy brain rot you know the drill (plus i was eating oreos and this immediately popped into my head, plus this is based off a slightly true story involving me at a new year’s party)

warnings: fluff, cursing, suggestive content but no smut

the music blared loudly at the party as klitz searched through the unfamiliar house for you.

he held a barely touched red solo cup in his hand as he pushed awkwardly past people who simply acted like he wasn’t there, people dancing, and people shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. klitz cringed at the couples and just wanted to find you, matt off somewhere probably doing something similar with danielle and eli out trying his best to find some poor girl to shove her tongue down his throat.

god, where is she, klitz wondered anxiously. he could never trust any kids from his school and he hoped you weren’t currently being drugged or being taken advantage of or-

he shook the thoughts out of his head, picking up his pace. the house wasn’t that big, it shouldn’t have been such a quest to find you. the atmosphere of the party was loud and overwhelming, klitz desperately searching for you as he tried not to get overwhelmed. after making nearly a full circle he found you in the living room, dancing around to the trashy rap playing from the speakers. he felt relief wash over him as he smiled, scoffing as he admired you dancing like nobody was watching.

he watched the way your body moved with the music, your hips swaying and your arms running all over yourself or waving in the air. as you slowly turned around you spotted him, a big grin spreading across your face as you ran up to him. he caught you in his arms as you nearly knocked him over with your impact, some of his drink spilling out of his cup and onto the carpet. you kissed his cheek and twirled strands of his hair between your fingers.

“hi klitzy,” you cooed happily, looking behind his thin glasses and straight into his green eyes. he blinked and laughed awkwardly, a bit startled by your eagerness. it was late at night and he was wondering if there was any alcohol in your system that was causing you to act so bubbly.

“h-hi, babe…” he cleared his throat. “did you, uh, have anything to drink?” he asked carefully. you laughed and yanked him into a kiss, his eyes widening for a moment when you slid your tongue in and the taste of cookies and cream practically coated his tastebuds. though the kiss was hard it was short, and when you pulled away you were beaming at him.

“no, i didn’t drink anything,” you confirmed. you giggled before continuing. “but i did bring a package of oreo cookies, and to be honest i’m not really quite sure why i did because this isn’t like a potluck or some shit, but anyway i did eat the entire thing by myself,” you rambled gleefully. klitz let out an amused scoff as you giggled again, playing with the buttons at the top of his shirt. so you weren’t buzzed on alcohol, you were buzzed on sugar.

“could you taste it when you kissed me?” you asked, pupils blown out from the sugar high. klitz furrowed his brows and pretended to contemplate for a moment.

“hm, i’m not sure… kiss me again and i’ll see,” your boyfriend suggested. you wasted no time in pressing your lips to his, his mouth opening to immediately allow your tongue access inside. klitz could not believe how absolutely turned on he was getting simply by how much you tasted like those stupid little sandwich cookies. your mouth was almost like biting into an oreo itself, sweet and rich. the intensity of the flavor overwhelmed him but he didn’t dare think to pull away for a second.

when you finally pulled away klitz kept his eyes closed for a moment, him able to taste chocolate in his own mouth at that point. he nodded slowly.

“yep, yes you taste like oreos,” he chuckled breathlessly. the way you laughed and held him tighter made butterflies tingle in his stomach, you were so goddamn cute like this. you looked up at him lovingly before grabbing his hands.

“come on klitzy, come dance with me!” you urged. he let you yank him back into the crowd before grabbing your hips and feverishly pressing his lips to yours, your hands flying up to settle themselves in his silky hair.

turns out oreos aren’t just milk’s favorite cookie.

#klitz x y/n #klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #timothy klitz fluff #timothy klitz x reader #klitz x reader #timothy klitz #paul dano x y/n #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfiction #paul dano fanfic #paul dano

[pillow-anime-talk]

soulmates!au with greed.

special ; for @dyingstar-light​ ​: You couldn’t see Greed for next hundred years and still love his perfume, but hate his smirk and eyes.

# tags: scenario; soulmates!au; future!au; flashbacks; kind of romance; drama; a little bit of angst; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. greed {fmab}

author’s note: I’m a couple of weeks late, but this is for you! Merry Christmas, bestie! 

Year 2143, Nagoya.

The city is teeming with life; people use such sophisticated technology that a hundred years ago they couldn’t even dream of, and most of the things are produced and done by robots or robot-like machines. Japan, as one of the leading inventive countries, expands its knowledge about death, stimulants, healthy eating, physical and mental diseases, new cars and new forms of payment every day (bitcoins are obsolete). It’s 2143, and you’re reading the latest news from the country on your laptop in one of the most popular cafes, and your cake and cup filled with your favorite drink have been delivered by a robot in the shape of an adorable kitten. You stroke his plastic ear, then start eating your dessert slowly.

While browsing through your laptop, which you use for both study, work and entertainment, the door to the cafe opens again and again and the robotic cat greets customers with a cheerful ‘Meow, hello, meow’. At some point, you smell a characteristic scent that in no way resembles the coffee aftertaste of a latte or a fresh, still warm apple pie or oreo pudding. You can sense the distinctive aroma of musk, light vanilla and a hint of spices in the room. Of course, all this was accompanied by the heavy smell of cigarettes and expensive, eight-years-old whiskey. Your eyes immediately left the laptop screen and landed on a man wearing a tight maroon T-shirt and a waistcoat.

You instantly felt the bitterness of the coffee in your mouth (although you had ordered a cappuccino with double foam) and then quickly looked down at the keyboard. Like it or not, the man noticed you right away, as if he’d come here especially for you, even though you both knew it was just a strange, dangerous coincidence.

“Long time no see. How long has it been...?” He started amused and your muscles automatically tensed slightly.

“One hundred and twenty years.” Your low voice echoed between the two of you, and you slowly looked up, watching the dark-haired man’s movements.

“Did you miss me?” He laughed, his right hand sliding his glasses down his nose a bit. “Because I missed you so badly.”

“Not really.”

You and Greed had more in common than just an acquaintance from many, many years ago. You were one of those happy/unhappy people who remembered your every previous life; life as a princess in medieval England, as the daughter of a bakery owner in 1656 in Australia, as a traveler in the 14th century, as a famous writer in 2020 and now as a businesswoman more than a century later. You’ve met Greed at least once in all your lives, and each time he’s looked just as good and just as stupid with that smirk on his face. In each of your lives you have been close to him as his lover, friend or as the object of his sighs. He liked you very much and always tried to get close to you to show you that he had changed this time.

Because after all, he always hurt you whenever he had the chance, and you let him do it, believing his empty promises and dishonest words.

“Are you working or what? Hmmm. I preferred you in that nice bakery outfit. Green color suits you very well.” He said happily as he sat across from you. “Or with that expensive silver pen behind your ear I gave you before your first book was published.”

“... I am currently busy, as you can see.” You started seriously, keeping your eyes on the letters on the laptop screen. “And I do not want to talk to you.”

“Oh, you’re more sassy in this life. I like this.” He said in a more amused tone and you just rolled your both, shiny eyes.

You almost forgot his existence, and now, he’s next to you again. The young-looking male annoyed you like no one else in the world; he was rude to the elderly and children, self-righteous, condescending to working people, snappy, loved to flirt with other women, always borrowed money from you, and always wanted something from you. He was a bad man, but still... something about him always intrigued you and drew you to him.

“... I also have other priorities in this life, a good job and finally someone I’ve always deserved.” You looked out the window and a small smile appeared on your face. “And I don’t want to lose it.”

You quickly packed up your grey laptop and got up from the table, leaving your cake unfinished and your half-drank coffee.

“Honey, we both know we’ll run into each other sooner or later. If not in this life, then in the next. After all... we’re meant for each other, remember?” He chuckled and his hand turned towards you showing a red mark that was identical to yours on the same hand. After a short while, the man looked at the person standing behind the cafe building. Greed immediately noticed the ring on that person’s finger, which was identical to the one on your hand. It seemed like a clumsy attempt to deceive yourself and cover up your true destiny. “But do what you want. See you later, baby.”

Your body stiffened again.

“Just... fuck off.”

Without lying, you both knew that the next meeting would take place in this lifetime... And oddly enough, both of you were looking forward to it.

#🍬 #special #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist imagines #fullmetal alchemist scenarios #fullmetal alchemist x reader #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood imagines #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood scenarios #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood x reader #greed #greed imagines #greed scenarios #greed x reader #greed x you #greed x y/n

[lavendarlily]

ectoberhaunt day 13: horror flick @ectoberhaunt

nightlight

words: 1602

relationships: gray ghost

read it on ao3

valerie and danny celebrate friday the 13th

Even at four years old, there was little that Valerie Gray was afraid of. She’d climb the tallest trees, spin flips on the monkey bars, and never ever let the older kids mess with her or her friends. 

That didn’t mean she didn’t need her nightlight. 

Valerie wasn’t scared of the dark. That’d be silly. No, she was afraid of what hid in the dark. The monster under her bed, the ghosts in her closet. Alone in her bedroom at night Valerie felt completely vulnerable. 

She’s woken her father up enough times with tales of what was lurking around her room that he finally invested in a nightlight. They plugged it in together, and turned off the lights. A warm glow emanated from the device, providing a sense of safety to Valerie. That night she slept soundly, and every night thereafter. 

Now at sixteen, there was still very little that frightened Valerie Gray, having now stood up to actual ghosts and monsters, rather than those from her imagination as a child. She was brave and motivated. Nothing could stand in her way. 

Today was Friday the 13th - an unofficial holiday in Amity Park. She’d proudly managed to snag her boyfriend away from his friends for the night to watch a horror movie together (and cuddle a bit. Maybe more - she was sixteen after all). Valerie had gathered a few candles, her coziest blankets, and a mix of her and Danny’s favorite snacks, and prayed to whatever force was out there that there wouldn’t be any loose ghosts about for just this one evening. One evening! That’s all she wanted! One evening with her dorky, wonderful boyfriend, without having to make some lame excuse to leave so she could detain the freaking Box Ghost again.

Her father emerged from his bedroom dressed for his night shift. He looked at his daughter’s set up, then gave her a look that said no funny business before kissing her head and walking out the door. Not much later did her doorbell ring, signaling the arrival of her beloved guest. With a smile on her face, Valerie opened the door to her favorite pair of blue eyes and troublesome grin. 

“Hey you,” he greeted, enveloping her in his arms. Despite his lower-than-normal body temperature, Valerie curled up into his body, taking in the scent of his clothes, feeling the soft thud of his heart in his chest, letting her guard down in the place she felt safest. Too soon he released her, and they moved to the living room.

His eyes sparkled as he sifted through the selection of curated snacks, grabbing the bag of mini Oreo’s and a blanket and settling on the couch. He patted the empty spot next to him, and Valerie plopped beside him, snatching a corner of the blanket and pulling it over.

“Hey!” Danny protested, yanking the blanket back. “Get your own!” 

Valerie giggled, swiping the blanket completely out of her boyfriend’s grasp, taunting him to fight for it. He scrunched his nose then threw himself on top of her, awkwardly laying all his weight onto her chest and lap. 

“I’m your blanket now,” he said. 

Valerie laughed. “Get off me, dork.” 

She pushed him off her body so he was once again sitting upright, then cuddled up next to him, spreading the blanket so it covered them both, then kissed his cheek.

“Fine. We can share, I guess,” he joked, and reached for his bag of Oreo’s. “What are we watching?”

“I was thinking something classic,” Valerie answered, reaching for the remote. She scrolled through their options until she landed on The Conjuring.

“Sounds good to me,” Danny said through a mouthful of cookies.

She hit play, then snuggled in for the next two hours.

————

At first, Danny’s gasps and reaches for her hand were cute. Every build up she could feel his heart racing beneath his chest, and each jump scare prompted him to squeeze her hand. However, it stopped being as cute when he nearly broke her hand by how hard his grasp was. 

“AH! Danny! Careful,” she objected, shaking out her sore hand.

He blinked, coming out of his focus on the film, then frowned. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry Val,” he apologized, puppy dog eyes in full effect.

“It’s okay, just…gentle, okay?”

He nodded, then placed his arm around her and pulled her in, placing a kiss on her forehead before returning his attention to the movie.

She must have dozed off at some point, because she found herself opening her eyes to a brightened room and the TV playing some comedy film. Her boyfriend sat next to her, tapping away on his phone.

Valerie yawned and sat up to stretch. “Jeez, did I really fall asleep? I’m sorry.”

Danny smiled warmly at her. “You’re fine.”

She checked the time - it was late. “Guess you should be getting home, huh?” Valerie felt terrible. Finally grabbing some alone time and she totally knocked out. 

Danny bit his lip, and looked around the room. “Uh…can I stay for a little? Maybe for the night?”

Valerie furrowed her eyebrows. Danny didn’t normally try to take advantage of the nights her dad wasn’t home - one thing she loved about him was the respect he held for her boundaries. 

Taking this into consideration, she had to wonder.

“Danny…are you scared after watching that?” she ventured.

He stiffened. “No! No- not at all!” he protested. “Maybe I just want to spend the night with my girlfriend, like any teenage boy, right?”

Oh yeah, he was totally freaked out. A smile crept onto her face. She found it hilarious that despite all they faced in Amity Park, her boyfriend could still get spooked by a horror film. 

“What are you laughing at?” he pouted. “It’s completely normal for a guy my age to want to-”

Valerie playfully shoved him. “Danny, get over yourself. We both know what this is really about.” She pulled him into herself, so that her arms were around his chest and his head was laying on her shoulder. “I’ll keep you safe from Bathsheba.” Beneath her, he closed his eyes and groaned, a small blush creeping up his neck. 

Releasing him, Valerie went to her room and grabbed a spare pillow. She returned to the living room and threw it at Danny’s face, giggling at the muffled “oof” that resulted from its landing. 

“You can sleep on the couch, but you have to be gone before seven tomorrow when my dad gets back,” she warned. Valerie knew her father would flip out if he came home to Danny on the sofa; she didn’t want to risk any consequences that would result in restricting her being able to spend time with him. It was already hard enough, with the constant ghosts attacking and her job at the Nasty Burger. 

She turned to leave, but Danny called out to her. “Can you…stay?” he asked cautiously. “Just until I fall asleep?” he hurriedly added. 

Valerie rolled her eyes, but nonetheless made her way to the sofa. “Scooch,” she ordered, then slid between him and the backrest. She slipped her arms around him and tucked her head into the crook of his neck. If he was going to act so needy, he was getting little spooned. 

Just as she got comfortable, Valerie realized something. The lights were still on. With a groan, she sat up, and started inching off the couch. 

“Wait, where are you going?” came Danny’s voice, a touch of worry laced in his words.

Valerie placed a hand on his shoulder. “Just turning out the lights, silly.” She moved to stand up, but Danny had grabbed her hand. 

“Can we just leave them on?” he asked, avoiding eye contact. 

“Danny,” Valerie replied, exasperated. As much as she loved him, she was so going to make fun of him for this later, despite the fact that she found this display a little endearing. “How are you going to fall asleep with the lights still on?” 

He looked at her pleadingly. “Vallllll,” he whined. 

She squeezed the hand he was still holding, then let go. “I’ll be right back, ok?” Valerie slipped away to her bedroom, racking her brain for where she had last seen it. Was it in her junk drawer, or that box in her closet? Did she even still have it?

After a few moments of searching, Valerie found the object she’d needed stashed away in a drawer with other trinkets from her childhood. She hoped it still worked. She returned to the living room and found an outlet in the corner. Perfect. Valerie plugged it in and turned off the lights, prompting a “What are you doing?” from Danny. 

It took a moment, but he realized the room was not completely dark as he expected. Rather, there was a soft and friendly glow coming from the corner that provided just enough visibility of the room without compromising the feeling of nighttime. As Valerie returned to her spot behind him, he turned his head to see her face. “A nightlight? Really? I’m not five.”

“Yet you’re scared to turn off the lights and you need me to stay here with you,” she countered. “Just go to sleep Danny. I promise nothing will hurt you.”

He grunted, but didn’t protest further, and instead curled up deeper into Valerie’s embrace. She held him like that until his shallow breaths turned slow and deep, but at that point, she couldn’t risk moving and waking him. As long as they were up by seven, maybe she could let it slide. 

#ectoberhaunt23 #eh23 #day 13 #horror flick #gray ghost #fluff #they're silly #danny phantom #lavswordvomit

[heykickr0cks]

𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞

(I’ll add more as things come to me)

cigarette smoke

the color blue (your eyes)

the color orange (your favorite color)

thrift daddy

hobby enthusiast

the word "fast"

birria tacos

marshalls being a shitty place to work

Evan Williams

whiskey drinkin’

jorts

short sleeve button downs over graphic tees

88, Dale Jarrett

4 (29), Kevin Harvick

snoring

zero sugar diet Dr. Pepper

authenticity

maturity

"living by the bit"

"dying by the bit"

committing to the bit

running late but always showing up

sacrificing

self-control

futons

charisma

“3 for Dale”

sleepless nights

unwavering devotion to people

pork chops on the grill

illegal moonshine

youtube star

being loud with love

being expressive with words

being consistent with actions

fire pit on cold nights

"Beautiful Mess"

"I Am Hell"

turtles

love dumping

parallel play 

"Sweetheart"

going left when nothing goes right

side hustling

country ham

NASCAR

"smooching"

infinity stones

Lorna Shore

hand-me-down vapes

checkerboard print

burtdays/ “another lap around the sun”

unwatched Netflix shows

Bioshock

3D modelin’

his and hers matching underwear

cosmic brownies

Bo Burnham "Five Years"

"damned if I do, damned if I don't"

"nothing worth havin comes easy"

mouth bones

friendaversaries

organizing shirts in the closet

laundry hacks (inside-outing clothes before instead of after)

Chick-fil-A sauce on chicken sandwich

late-night deep talks

cheesecake ratings

"rollie boys"

Sonic loaded dog and loaded tots

dirty vibrators

Plan B

boiling water to make coffee

"put those grippers away!"

Waffle House sauce

drinking coffee while driving, but from a mug

"Californication"

"little penis monster"

paint jobs

“perpetually”

porch sittin'

NASCAR puns

tie-dye DIY

teenage double dates

sleeping in

resume rough drafts

cat meme (*blocked*)

your grandmother's clothes

"There ain't no way that baby is 29!"

packed salad lunches

kitchen sink soup

NASCAR rubber duckies

Bearglove Old Spice scent

backward hats

"Be good or be good at it"

puzzle pieces

Mongolian mysterious secret sauce

shot glass organizing

oreo cookies

drum sets

storage units

eating at the dinner table

imaginative creativity

hobbies

detail-oriented

sweet tea

axolotls

receptiveness to criticism

sticker trendsetter

certified thrift whore

diecast

willingness to change for the better

willingness to accept responsibility/accountability

willingness to admit when wrong

"Yes, dear?"

personable

hates people

engaging

refrigerators

washer and dryers

"ouch!"

"scawwwy"

big words

dry, sarcastic humor

dirty chai teas

being observant

deep thinking (who/what/when/where/how)

Bojangles chicken 

oyster-shucking gatherings

adjustable room lighting

writing

Mother’s Day Star Wars card “I love you. I know.”

Valentine's Day fun dip

homemade love coupons

role strain

country accents

picture posing

the hum of an air conditioning unit

Roku screensaver 

being a “good sport"

Minecraft

quick to anger

quick to walk away

introvert

boiled peanuts

special occasion bottles of Knob Creek

house slippers

pajama pants

enamel pins

poetry

sushi picnics

Overcooked Kevin levels

employee discounts

Best Buy / Geek Squad

drinking alcoholic Monster

photo booth photo strips

mini Polaroids

“13 reasons why I love you”

spreadsheets

“skydaddy”

flat tires and dead batteries

Caesar dressing, but not Caesar salad

garlic parm flavored wings 

going on tangents and ‘circling back’

ears

Mini Brands

… to be continued

#reminders for me #post breakup #sadgirlhours #vent post #babydownbad

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Spidey Piggies-prt. 1

Lees: Peter 1 and Grayson Parker

Lers: Peter 2 and 3

@parker-fluff

“Quick in here!” Peter 1 called out as he pulled Grayson into the nearest closet. The 2 of them decided that it would be a good idea to prank Peter 2. It was the Oreo prank.​ Peter 2 practically shoved the entire Oreo in his mouth. When he realized he swallowed tooth paste, he used the water to wash out his mouth. Grayson and Peter 1 were on the floor, gasping for air after laughing soo hard. However, it didn’t stop Peter 2 from finding the culprits. Peter 3 got into the picture because he heard the words ‘brothers’ and ‘tickle’. And that’s where they are now.

Grayson huffed as he and Peter 1 pressed against each other to avoid their brothers. “I told you pranking him was a bad idea.”

“So what? You liked it too.” Peter 1 protested as they heard a door opening. Their spidey sense indicated that it was Peter 2. “Hey Spidey Piggies. Come out come out wherever you are.” Grayson gulped and whispered. “Spidey Piggies?” he blushed as Peter 1 blushed just as bad. “I don’t know. They think because I snort I’m a pig.”

“Well do you?”

“Well...I mean yeah, but-”

“Aw he admits it.” The younger spiders didn’t have time to scream in horror before Peter 3 grabbed both of them and pulled them out of the closet.

Grayson and Peter 1 laid flat on their backs as Peter 2 and 3 looked down on them with smirks wiggling their fingers in anticipation. Grayson covered his mouth to make sure he didn’t giggle. “Guhuys stohop ihihihit.”

“Is Grayson already laughing?” Peter 3 said pinching Grayson’s rib. Grayson squeaked and rolled over to one side. Peter 1 gulped and tried to make a run for it but Peter 2 grabbed him firmly by his thighs making Peter 1 giggle too. “I believe so. How about we do a test theory.”

Peter 1 and Grayson’s eyes widen in fright. They knew that whenever they did a ‘test theory’ it meant they were in deep shit. “Now now Two. You don’t wanna test me. I’m...too fragile.” he pleaded as Peter 3 poked his belly making him squeak. “And cute.”

“Nohot cuhuhuhute.”

“As I was saying. Let’s do a test theory. I test out One while you test Grayson. Then we’ll see if which one is the cuter one.” Peter 2 explained as Peter 3 beamed with excitement. “Awesome idea. How do we start?”

“Like this.” Peter 2 said. Without warning, Peter 2 had risen One’s shirt and was already blowing an intense raspberry just above his belly button. “EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE TWOOOOO!!”

Grayson felt a tingle in his body and felt a raspberry being blown in his tummy. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THREEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Peter 3 had blown intense raspberries before with Peter 1 but Grayson had never experienced it. But now, that he was the victim, he desperately pleaded for him to be the Ler instead of the Lee.

After the raspberries, the little spideies were huffing and puffing for air. Peter 3 ruffled Grayson’s hair and turned to Peter 2. “Alright. What next?”

“How about we continue with the ‘little’ portion.” Peter 2 gestured behind him to Peter 1′s toes. Grayson felt sweat coming down his forehead. His toes. Those were his worst spot. If they went there, he’ll never survive. Grayson whimpered a bit and Peter 3 gasped. “He whimpers. Look at him Two.” Peter 2 glanced at Grayson and beamed at the sight. This gave Peter 1 the perfect distraction and lightly pushed Peter 2 off of him. “CYA!” he yelled as Peter 2 chuckled and raced after him. “You ain’t done yet you little piggy!”

Grayson tried to run off too, but Peter 3 wasn’t letting up. “Nu-uh. I wanna see those little toesies.”

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TBC

Psst: if you wanna continue this, you may do so. ;)

#Lee Peter 1 #Ler Peter 3 #Ler Peter 2 #Lee Grayson Parker

[stargazeraldroth]

You can’t hear it but I let out the most disgusted sound at the thought of… Eugh. MATH. Just the thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Anyways, nothing wrong with laziness! It’s good to take some time to yourself to relax and decompress, if you need to- And hell, sometimes the executive dysfunction just gets to you. I know it gets to me.

Error sees Ink having a good time and decides that it can’t fucking stand while he’s around to Cause Problems and Wreck Shit. It’s definitely angst central for Ink either way, though- Never even got to confess, the poor guy. And hey, don’t we all need a little bit of therapy?

As you should have! Gin is a soft boy and a good guy, and I, for one, think even his visual chemistry alone with Ink is incredible… I love the two of them a lot, haha.

Mutually supportive Cross and Ink is my everything… I imagine that it really hit them that they’re healing from everything once Ink lends Cross his scarf (which is deeply important to him, what with all the things he’s written on it), or maybe even Broomie, and Cross let’s him wear his coat or his scarf and bundles him up like a lil burrito. Just. Soft Oreo bros owns my heeeaaart-

Oh, he definitely won’t be the best- Glitchy boy is awkward at best and wildly unqualified to provide comfort in this scenario at worst- But I’d like to think he gets an A for effort or something, you know? Even if he. Uh. Accidentally upsets Ink with Blue and Dream puppets.

Corrupted or Fallen Stars can be great… In theory. But sooo often they’re just flipped with the Bad Sans, and! That can be a fun idea in and off itself, if it’s in the concept of something that it blatantly a roleswap AU! But it normally isn’t, and it just ends up grating on me- Hell, off the top of my head, I can tell you semi-passable reasons for Secretly Evil Stars would be leaning so hard into positivity it becomes addiction and delusion (Dream), being tired of having his emotions invalidated and giving people the “real him” they apparently want (Ink), and being tired of being underestimated and desperate to stay with some of the only people who seem to take him seriously (Blue). That! Is literally just, I came up with it in five seconds! People don’t even give them the dignity of that, though, it’s just “They’re evil and my poor misunderstood murder babies are angels.” But like you said! How are they secretly misunderstood angels! If you’re going with “oh, they don’t WANT to hurt people,” why are they doing it- They aren’t necessary for the Balance, like you said. Is Nightmare forcing them so he can cause negativity? Is Error? Is something else going on??. And that’s not even getting into how all of that would wildly unbalance another set of Guardians- Reaper and Life. The excess death is their problem, now, the Bad Sans certainly ain’t sticking around to deal with the aftermath! Am I too passionate about this? Mayhaps. Shall I stop? Absolutely not.

And yeah, you’re definitely right about that- Outside pressure isn’t guaranteed to justify mass murder to the people you’ve affected with it. People have still lost their homes, and their loved ones, and so many other things- Why, exactly, does the alleged agony of being “forced” to do awful things negate the pain of the victims of those things? It doesn’t make sense at best, and it feels callous at worst. It feels… Really, really shoehorned in, for lack of a better term, just to make the “misunderstood favs” loved and adored by the masses, if that makes sense.

No issue with the ranting here! I quite agree with you, after all. And as for Ink… Well, it just makes sense! Like you said, he adores the Multiverse, so him writing off or ignoring something so, so vital for its survival just… Doesn’t make sense? Like, if you really don’t want him to know, it should be for angsty purposes- Fate, shielding his eyes and ears from it, completely cutting off anyone trying to tell him. Can you imagine how horrible to would feel, once someone was finally able to tell him? That would be a much better story arc, in my opinion- Someone prevents the Protector from doing what he’s dedicated his existence to, and the realization and healing that stems from that as they all work together to heal the Balance… Oh, and also- I see so many people calling him “Fate’s Favorite,” which, like. People. People know being the favorite of an abuser isn’t really a good thing, right? Even if there isn’t physical abuse, being the favorite can lead to some horrific things… Ahem. Moving on from my own rant- Yeah, Error definitely seems the most likely to not know or ignore the Balance, I think. Like you said, ignoring it even benefits him!

Hhh if you’re sure I’ll send a separate ask!!! Might take a bit, since I’ll have to write it all out… I should probably come up with a name, too. Just call me… Rainy Anon! Or Rain, heh.

Let’s be real, saving the brush is what Ink would want. And besides, if we save the brush, maybe we can use it to save Ink! Provided he hasn’t. You know. Gone insane from isolation and emotional overload. God only knows what having the emotional consequences of his entire existence hitting him at once would feel like. Quite frankly, I’m… Not sure he’d be able to process it. And would he even be Ink, once he got out? Would he start thinking it was all a dream he made up to comfort himself in an unfinished world???

I mean, to be fair, it could be seen as a response to everything in the AU. Ink is running, and the other Stars don’t know why!

He gives some much needed snark and sarcasm to some rather bleak situations. Also, he’d definitely be the sort to sarcastically narrate his brother’s fuckups.

🌧️ Rainy Anon 🌧️

AM HERE!

I believe I based his character off the mask I've seen him with, but I also kinda did it from memory?? Anyway, I made him "Kitsune Udon". He and Ink do have a connection, uh- they were like best friends until Ink got kidnapped/abducted LMFAO

If you wanna take the full Oreo bros into consideration, then we need to bring Reaper into the mix. I'm honestly kinda surprised no one talks about him in an Underverse setting. Being the God of Death means nothing to people these days smh. From X-Tale's destruction to Error committing a massacre against the AUs, Reaper's probably working overtime. He's definitely pissed about the situation. I think he would be interested in investigating the situation, which can then lead to him finding out about everything.

Error's trying! If anyone says anything about it, he gets defensive and says that they should be grateful he's doing anything for Ink in the first place! How ungrateful of them!

I remember once reading about how if we were to be realistic with the characters, Dream most likely wouldn't be as optimistic and friendly as he canonically is. But you're right, it's hardly ever as simple as being a roleswap AU; if anything, a personality swap AU might be more fitting of a description. I really don't mean to nitpick people's writing and stuff like this, I try to more encouraging when I can be, but these are things we need to consider when we want to make a story like this. Yes, characters who are evil and don't have the reason revealed CAN be interesting... but this isn't one of those cases, I don't think. I think I especially hate how they always make Ink the primarily evil one, the "root of it all", and the reason for it? He's soulless. Like... is that really the best you can do? You can use many reasons to make Ink the villain of the story if you really want to, and you target a condition he has? A condition he has no control over? Erm... kind of leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I vaguely remember seeing some posts that discussed this exact thing, and how using his soullessness as a source of evil for his character has tones of ableism. I only vaguely remember because I glossed over the posts, didn't feel like reading at the time, so I could be getting that wrong. If anyone has read posts like that and wants to give their opinion, feel free to do so.

And you're right about that- I NEVER, EVER see any of these stories address Life and Reaper's roles in the Balance. They're easily getting the most screwed over in this situation because the Gang's causing unnecessary death with their murder sprees, which is tipping the Balance... which is what they're against the Stars for??? They only focus on Error and/or Nightmare for some reason... stop leaving my Circle of Life babies out of stuff-

It's because even though they preach about how negativity is essential to the Multiverse and "Dream needs to understand that", they don't actually WANT negativity there. For example, they always question why Ink allows negative AUs or AUs with tragic stories to exist, such as Horrortale. Aside from the fact that Ink has zero control over what AUs are made, those AUs are basically counters to positivity-oriented AUs such as Haventale. They preach about how negativity has just as much of a right to exist freely... and then condemn its existence in ways they don't like. The thing is, Horrortale and Dusttale happened as a consequence of events; the CORE shutting down led to the disastrous conditions in the Underground, the constant RESETs and Genocides led Sans to become Dust, etc. These are all examples of NATURAL negativity and how life works; it isn't meant to be pretty. And if you think about it, isn't this exactly how they make Dream think in these stories? Negative AUs shouldn't exist. BUT WAIT! Dream's in the wrong, don't forget that! Just ignore the fact that the Gang antagonizes Ink for the existence of these AUs! Dream's the bad guy, the Gang has no faults! And you wanna know the most fucked up part about expecting everyone to forgive Error and the Gang? The ones who don't are frowned upon and treated as unreasonable, in my experience. Which makes zero sense??? It's like being asked to forgive someone who murdered your best friend, family, and/or pet because they were forced to... like that doesn't change anything??? Like maybe you'll get some pity, but you sure as hell aren't getting forgiveness anytime soon!

Ngl I keep forgetting Fate and Destiny are in these AUs because I don't use them. I don't really like the concept of them, I just stick with the Creators... they pretty much have the same role. But that one's just a personal preference, it doesn't really change much about the contents of the story. And you are absolutely right, being an abuser's "favorite" isn't a good thing. That mindset is concerning. That's like saying it's a good thing to be a groomer's "favorite", like... no it isn't. Oh, but by their logic, it's okay because it's Ink! Any possible negatives of being Fate's favorite are ignored because Ink just can't be a sympathic, dimensional character! Nope, nope, nope! He's evil, through and through, and anyone who tries to look deeper than the surface is blind and being manipulated by him! Like... did the Gang hire y'all to spew this propaganda? This feels like propaganda. This reminds me of something I saw where someone listed what Sans AUs are green flags, and they put Error there. Like... do y'all know anything about Error's character? This is the genuine question.

I'm so sorry if I sound kinda bitchy in this rant, but I just can't find the logic. I try not to nitpick at individual writing styles, but literally everything I have read that deals with FGOD and this roleswap dynamic has been one-dimensional and lacked depth. Again, that probably sounds ignorant, and I don't mean for it to, but the sheer amount of "Gang good, Stars bad" and nothing more has essentially ruined the entire concept for me. This is probably why I prefer FGOC, because the characters at least have some depth beneath the surface. Dream is like one of the nicest and most compassionate characters in canon, why you gotta vandalize him like this?

Alright! You shall be the Rainy Anon!

Long live Broomie! The worst part about Ink's situation is that he's surrounded by people who are... blank. Just like when he doesn't have his vials. And he hates when he gets like that. He's probably overthinking and everything. Love that for him, you know?

Nightmare's absolutely RELISHING in the negativity! It's just so, so good! And it's even better because Dream- goody-two-shoes, wouldn't-hurt-a-fly Dream- is the one who caused it. I can picture Nightmare laughing evilly and kicking his feet while stuff goes down.

#underverse au #dream sans #ink sans #anonymous asks

[depressed-sock]

Mirror Image

Alright I’ve got no plans to actually do anything with this so I decided to just throw it out into the wild rather then let it gather dust.

Puppet and Sidestep au story. Puppet pov

...

The first time you see Nova without a shirt, it's to stitch up a wound on his back. It looks worse than it actually is but it still leaves you worried.

It's not often Nova gets sloppy but it's been known to happen in these last few years you've been with him. In those few times, he's never had you help him with his injuries. Has never needed your help. Or maybe he's never been comfortable showing his skin to you.

Even though you've known exactly what's been under his clothes since the first day his mind touched yours. (Before that even. When skeletal hands had touched your face and made everything hurt. You saw him. Your almost perfect copy. A doppelganger who was older and jaded and marked as other.) It would be impossible for you not to know either way. Not with the shared nightmares and memories you've inherited with him sometimes riding around in your head.

It means something that he trusts you with this. Your brother in revenge is leaning on you because he finally realized he needs to. It's worrying for a lot of reasons. The main one you're focusing on is how vulnerable he is.

How, in a visceral way, you know exactly why he waited this long to ask for help.

"What happened?" You ask to distract yourself. Force yourself to focus on the injuries and not the rancid orange you wish you could dig out with your own hands. It's weird sometimes. Feeling this strongly for someone who is not you. You both have had only yourselves to count on for all your life…and now? Now you have this strange companionship that neither of you can untangle from. You don't think either of you really wants to anyway.

Not with the way Nova leans into your touch rather than flinching. As he trusts you in a way he never would with anyone else. He looks back at you with an exhausted smile and only the explanation of, "Got in over my head doing something stupid."

Stupid and risky and… Another Regen? You can feel the shape of what happened, his mind so very open with yours. "Did you kill them?"

He winces. Guilt tasting rancid at the back of your throat. The biggest difference between the two of you. He feels guilty about a lot of things. You have nothing to feel guilty for. (That's what you keep telling yourself at least.)

Fuck, that sucks though. You know he doesn’t like to kill. "That's not going to draw their attention right?"

"No. It shouldn't. Not with it dead."

You wince because you can feel what he’s trying to do. Distance himself. Make himself and the other Regen objects rather than people. "Don't do that. None of you are objects."

"Not all of us prefer human pronouns," he snorts and you just roll your eyes. Classic diversion. Doesn’t really work on someone who shares a mind space with you in close proximity.

"I know, I've got memories of that place from you, remember asshole?" You very gently smack his shoulder. Making sure to avoid anywhere near the injury. You've both been hurt too often to willingly inflict more on each other. "I also know when you're being shit to yourself and other Regens."

He frowns as you finish the final stitch. Turning to face you. Too intimate, too close, too much at risk with this discussion. (Your eyes go to the barcode. You wonder how much he’s worth.) “We are not going to a grocery store to use a barcode scanner.” A twitch of his lips, fighting off a smile but you can see the laughter in your brother's eyes.

“You gotta admit, it would be a little funny if you were the same price as a box of Oreos.”

“Sunny.” His tone is serious. “We both know I’d cost the same as a pack of gum.”

The giggle that hits you is maybe a bit too hysterical. Bubbling up from your gut and being held back by a hand to your mouth. “Oh my god. I bet you’d cost the same as the one stupid movie. What was it? Sidestep and Charge? No, it was something else…”

“Please stop,” he groans, head in his hands now.

“Oh wait, I remember. Charged love! Where they made you a woman.”

“Oh Hell no. That can go burn in a trash fire.”

“See that makes it the perfect price!” you somehow say with a straight face. “Because your life is a trash fire!”

That does it. Finally breaks the smile free and the absolute joy of talking about stupid shit feels amazing. The worry is gone.

After a few breaths of laughter, Nova shakes his head, looking at you with narrowed eyes. "You're becoming more empath than fortune teller at this rate."

"Well asshole, that's your own damn fault.” You throw his shirt at him. Pausing a second before nervously handing over his jacket too. “Secondly, do me a favor and try to avoid cars for the foreseeable future."

He pulls the shirt on, scrunching his nose a bit and doing his best to hide the wince. "You saw something?"

"Not the full thing. Just a taste of it. It's still far off enough I can't get a clear read."

He hums in thought, slipping the jacket on next. "Anything about Shroud?"

It's hard to hold back the snarl that wants to twist your lips at her name. "Nothing prediction-wise. I have some feelers out though. There's something going on and we should be expecting Lord Ember to pay a visit to the city in the near future."

"We can work him into our plans if we need to. Especially if he’s bringing her along."

You nod your head. "Focus on building our organization first. Once we’re established it’ll be easier to fry the bigger fish."

He nods back. Moving to sit next to you, his weight leaning into yours. "Any news on Dr. Mortum?"

"Everything is going as planned. Armour is on schedule and the nanovores will be neutered. I’m guessing you're going to need me to deliver them next?" You turn to look at the container on the nightstand. Not exactly able to feel them, but you get the impression of them from Nova’s proximity. Excited little rat brains.

They’ll look out for Nova. You know it with absolute certainty.

"Yes. Be gentle with them.” Nova stares at them with a quiet fondness that has you rolling your eyes.

Honestly, you need to get him out more if his best friend is going to end up being a bunch of rat brains in a jar.

“I thought you were my best friend?” He nudges you with a smirk.

“No. I’m family.”

“Oh?” You pretend he’s not getting choked up by that admission.

”Yeah and you need someone that’s not telepathically tied to you. So they can tell you when you’re being stupid with absolute certainty.” (And zero influence. You don’t say that, barely trying to even think it. You’ve got your worries and you don’t want to give them away just yet. Not when there’s something lurking around the corner in both of your minds.)

“Well since that’s not happening guess I’ll just have to stick with the Ratking.”

You sigh, knowing better. “Yeah. Guess so.” You don’t mention the diner. Some things are just meant to happen.

…

The door slams hard enough to shake on its hinges, making you want to wince. You don’t though. You keep your eyes focused on the computer screen in front of you. Online gambling. Some habits are harder to break than others. Except this time you’re actually being careful. Making sure to lose often enough that no one can accuse you of cheating.

Nova storms into the living room. Pacing back and forth as panic fills your mind enough that you finally look up at him. “What happened?” (You know what happened. The alcohol spills as Nova’s name is said with reverence and disbelief. Older face, a mustache that makes him stand out. Charge was always meant to find him.)

“Ortega.” His voice is rough and panicked. There are going to be nightmares tonight. “I can’t fucking believe this.” Nova sits on the couch beside you. Head in his shaking hands.

“Do we need to worry about him?”

“I don’t know,” comes the muffled reply. “Fuck!”

“Ok. Well does he suspect anything?”

“No,” he shakes his head, dropping his hands to look you in the eye. “He asked me to help Lady Argent. Go into her head and figure out who fucked with her mind.”

“Oh.” You can feel the look of horror on your face. “That’s so fucked up.” It had been a necessary evil. You both agreed on that after debating it to hell and back. But this? Going back into his victim's mind with the intention of ‘helping’? That leaves a sour taste on your tongue. You would have been horrified if that had happened with Shroud.

Nova knows it too. He doesn’t feel guilty about taking over her body. That was just what needed to be done to get the nanovores out without any extra damage. But this? This isn’t necessary. It was supposed to be a one-and-done. Now it’s not.

God. They make shit villains don’t they?

“Will she be able to tell it was you?”

He shakes his head, “No, I’ll change up how I feel. The problem is I’m going to need a scapegoat.”

“I can make a list.”

“They need to be a hero or related to hero stuff.” He rubs a hand over his shaved head.

You look at him for a second before drawing out the word, “Why?”

He closes his eyes, back hitting the cushions, “Apparently it felt like a ‘hero’ did it.”

You stare at him. He closes his eyes harder.

A bark of laughter escapes you and he just puts his hands over his face with a groan. Turns out you’re not the only with hard habits to break.

#fallen hero #sidestep #puppet #puppet(fh:r) #fanfiction #my writing #sock-writes #writer on tumblr