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miioouu · 4 months

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I think about Camgirl x soap….maybe part 2??

Haha, finally done with university so now i have all the time in the world to think and drool over hot fictional men with you all!!! Here’s part one of this. TW: smut, phone sex, female reader WC: 950

Weeks pass since you and your favourite fan started talking. Although you've learned a bit about him, never his name “Call me Soap, kitten. Sounds hot when you do” And now you don't have to wonder what he sounds like. If you think his comments in the chat are lewd, you're not ready for the voice messages he leaves you past midnight.

Breathy whispers, low groans and whines; he told you he has to keep quiet, he shares a room with his colleagues, and yet, he can't help it, it's become a routine for the both of you now. You wait for your screen to light up, a giddy smile on your face when you press the play button “Thought ‘bout you all day long bonnie. Sucked at practice today, my aim’s shitty because of you now, might lose my job because of you, sweet kitty” He always starts the blaming, making you roll your eyes as you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation for what's coming next. The sound of his sheets being shifted under his weight, he hisses when the bed creaks a little too loudly, it makes you giggle the way he blames you some more. “But you'd like that, eh? If I lost my job? You'd love it, all my attention would be on you, not like it's not now…you're always on my mind, those pretty tits of yours. Gosh those perky nipples, wanna suck on ‘em'' His breathing becomes heavy, and so does yours. It doesn't take a genius to know that he's slipping his hand under his boxers, the sound of the elastic softly smacking against his skin is an obvious indicator, and you can't help but join him. “Want my hands all over you, pretty girl. I know you want it too, yeah? So soft I bet. So plush, just want to bite you, and leave my mark on ya.”

And he blames you again “So far away from me. If you were here, it would be your hand wrapped around my cock, kitty. And if I’m lucky enough maybe it would be your mouth, yeah?” He takes in a sharp breath, and so do you. You exhale shakily as your fingers dip under your cotton panties, sucking your teeth at how wet you are, maybe you should send him a picture? He deserves it after all. The tip of your digits brushing against your twitching clit, and you huff, imagining, and being sure that his hands would feel a lot better; rough and calloused against your soft skin, it would feel like heaven. “Fuck, I can already picture it, bonnie. Those sweet lips of yours, you know I love it when you put on that red lipstick too. Can you imagine it, how it would leave a pretty ring around my dick? So pretty, all yours to taste too.” He hums, the sound of his slick can be faintly heard in the background of the voice message. You drooled at the thought, making you think about how he’d taste. Salty, a little sour maybe? Maybe even with a hint of sweetness, the guy is in shape and cares about his health. If not for the military, for you; the pride that swells in his chest whenever you mention how badly you want to bite his arm, how much you need to lick on his abs. The image alone flusters you. You groan as you push your panties down, they frustrate you as you keep drawing tight circles against your bundle of nerves, trying to match his pace. You know how he likes it too, he’s spoken about it before; “Slow kitty… I like the build up. Slow and nice, not too tightly. And then my mind starts to wander, to you and that silk blue set, and I go crazy. I can’t help it, ok? Wanna know how tight you’d be around me.”

“Or maybe, if the Gods are on my side, I can feel that pretty cunny of yours, eh? What do you say? I think she’d love me. God, kitty, I wanna stretch you out. Wanna make you cry on it, wanna make you bounce on it, wanna make you cream on it. Gosh kitty, I bet you’d love it. I’d fuck you so good, I promise you I will, so good you’d forget about those silicon toys of yours, they can’t compare. I’ll make it so you can’t think about anyone but me, no one will ever make you feel the way I’ll make you feel sweetheart.”

His voice is rough and breathless, like he’s slowly descending to madness, slowly ascending to heaven. The rest of his message is the echoing of his groans and shallow breaths, it’s like he’s biting his lip to not let out a too loud noise. He spits on his sensitive tip, letting if ooze down his length and the thought of it alone is making your arch your back. He’s so good at it, he should’ve been the one on the screen, he’d make millions from his voice and heavy accent alone. It’s the repeating whispers of your name that gave him away and pushed you over the edge. You moan out his ‘name’ again, you let it roll out your tongue like a prayer, Goodness, you needed him badly too. He deserves a reward no? The man that got you obsessed and delusional, he deserves a picture of your drenched fingers pulled apart and connected with your juices. He also deserves that last message you sent before completely shutting off your phone to mellow down your excitement and anxiety “Maybe you will feel ‘that pretty cunny’ soon, mmm? What do you think?”

#soap x reader #soap smut #johnny mactavish #johnny mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish smut #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader #smut #cod smut #female reader #cod x reader #call of duty

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spacedace · 1 year

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Sorta sequel of this post (where Bruce is happy that Damian has totally and completely normal human friends). You don't have to read that one to get this one tho lol.

Slight Trigger Warning: minor description of injuries and blood, including injuries to ears and scalp. It's quick and not much detail on the injuries themselves, but I wanted to give a heads up.

Tim always thought his friend group was the most unhinged in the family.

Not anymore.

His friends at least had enough of a sense of self preservation to book it when Bruce caught them doing something they shouldn't and leveled them with A Look.

Tim's pretty sure Damian's friends call god a bitch to his face everyday and give him a wedgie in a Denny's parking at least twice a week. He's positive he saw them roast one of the League's S tier world ending threats to the point of tears last weekend. The footage was too badly corrupted to prove it, but he knows what he saw.

All of which to say, he's shouldn't be surprised when Bruce levels little Elle Nightingale and her cousin Billy Batson with his patented "You Are In So Much Trouble" BatDad Face (TM) and the little hellions just grin back at him, entirely unaffected. Shouldn't be but still is because holy fuck even Jason will still back off when Bruce levels him with that look. And these kids had the gaul to ask Bruce if they could go get ice cream after they were done here.

Bruce blinks first. It feels like an omen for the ends times.

Tim can't blame him though, you can’t look into the heart of insanity and chaos like that for too long without risking losing something in the process. Steph was right, they really are nightmare demons sent to feed on their fear and uncertainty.

Billy swipes a smear of blood away from his busted nose with the sleeve of his torn and dirty shirt. Elle's teeth are pink and red from blood - Tim isn't sure if it's better or worse that it's not her blood. Jon was bouncing between fussing over Damian - who Superboy had been mostly able to keep from joining the fight and thus probably saved a couple of lives - and casting worried looks at his two bloody friends as they stood lined up in front of Bruce. At least one of them had enough sense to be wary of that look.

Tim would say that Jon was the well behaved one of the bunch - and worryingly enough he might be - but he'd heard him yelling give em the chair at one of the two scrappers as he and Bruce came running over so he knows it's only the fact that a punch from even a baby Kryptonian would have killed a person that kept the littest Kent out of the fight rather than any idea that the fight itself was wrong. All four children look ruthlessly proud of each other.

The ones the hellions were fighting - a couple of guys Tim's age who had been stupid enough to try and bully Damian at all, let alone in front of his pack of feral raccoons - looked like they'd gone several rounds with Killer Croc before being thrown around by Bane and run over by a car. They deserved it- assholes - but they still looked rough.

One was bleeding from several bite wounds Elle had inflicted on him, earlobes a mess from where the little girl had torn his earrings out, both eyes blackened and swollen to the point he couldn't open them anymore. The other had a large red and bleeding bald spot from where Billy had ripped a good chunk of hair out, nose completely shattered- likely in retaliation for what had been done to Billy's - and elbow hanging at an odd angle. Tim's not sure which one of them had the chair - thankfully one of those fabric folding ones and not something more solid - broken over them, or which hellspawn had taken Jon's suggestion to heart, but either way he could see the twisted up remains of the item in question laying not too far away.

At least the EMTs were ushering the two weeping teens away into ambulances so they could get taken care of. Tim's pretty sure Elle and Billie would try and get a few more hits in otherwise and knowing them he doesn't doubt that at least one of the cops that had shown up on the scene would end up losing a finger or two in the process. Which normally Tim would be fine with - he has files on all of these guys and they deserve way worse than what a couple twelve year olds could do to them - but in this case he's already having a hard time convincing the officers that it's just a matter of some kids defending one of their friends from a couple of bullies.

Ugh. Some people just didn't understand children and it really showed. It was a public park, kids were gonna be kids. Just a normal childhood scrap. The real problem were the highschoolers who tried to start shit with a group of little kids.

Sure the hellions were feral and unhinged enough to be unbothered by Bruce trying to chide them about starting fights instead of getting an adult to help, but at the end of the day playground scuffles will happen and the kids were just defending themselves. Cops should be thankful that BL wasn't able to join them for the day or someone would have ended up shoved into a cooler or something.

Eh, whatever. He got them to drop the assault charges - which were ridiculous, Elle & Billie were normal twelve year olds getting into a fight, it wasn't like it was Damian with all his training and skills - and Bruce had given up on trying to be disapproving of them not reporting the attempted bullying to him instead of handling it themselves. Probably because at the end of the day he was a little proud of the little shits for defending Damian and standing up against some bullies. And really Tim was too. They might be vicious little hellspawns sent there to torment them all, but they were good kids at the end of the day and they cared about Damian enough to throw down with guys twice their size.

Tim pulled up a list of the nearest ice cream places on his phone, Bruce was totally going to cave on that front and even if he didn't Tim was willing to use his executive Big Brother privileges to get them ice cream anyway. He isn’t going to need to though. Jon had thrown his puppy dog eyes into the mix on that front and Tim knows from experience how much a kryptonian looking hopeful could get away with when it came to this family. Hell, Kon had probably taught his little brother that face for these exact kinds of situations because of how effective it was.

"I'm still going to have to tell Jazz about this." Bruce said as they shuffled off towards the restrooms to try and get everyone cleaned up, a parting shot to make up for his failure to cow them earlier.

"Please don't tell her! She’s gonna make us read articles about conflict resolution again!"

"B come on that's no fair! You said we did good not letting those assholes get away with their bullying shit!"

"Language!"

Huh, Tim thought with a grin. Maybe the little demons weren't as terrifyingly unstoppable as he thought.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #danielle fenton #dani fenton #danielle phantom #billy batson #damian wayne #jon kent #bruce wayne #tim drake #Tim: God those kids are weird #Random Person: because of *lists many many things that the kids do that aren’t normal or are outright impossible for children to do*#Tim: What? No that’s just how kids are #Tim: I'm talking about the fact that they can beat Bruce at a stare down *that’s* some freaky shit #not a single member of the batfam know what regular children are like #Would Jon be down for Elle & Billy to beat the shit out of some teenagers?#Probably not normally but they were being mean to his best friend #If Damian got involved someone would have ended up in the ICU rather than just the emergency room #and since Jon is the only one that can hold on to him/won't just let him go he has to be content with offering up cheers from the sideline #it's hard being the reasonable and grounded friend in a gang of feral raccoons #Box Lunch is mad she didn't get to join in when she finds out later and spends a week haunting the dudes #Tim is in awe of Jazz's ability to keep these demons more or less in line

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youvegotrpmemes · 10 months

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Jurassic Park (1993) starters

I hate computers.

How long does this usually take?

That doesn't look very scary.

So you know, try to show a little respect.

Hey, [Name], if you wanted to scare the kid, you could have pulled a gun on him, you know.

What the hell do you think you're doing in here?

Who in God's name do you think you are?

Spared no expense.

I don't care for lawyers. Do you?

What kind of park is this?

You shouldn't use my name.

In forty-eight hours, I'll be accepting your apologies.

This shouldn't be here.

You did it. You crazy son of a bitch, you did.

They do move in herds.

Can't-- Can't you stop these things?

If there's one thing the history of evolution has taught us, it's that life will not be contained.

I'm simply saying that life, uh, finds a way.

They should all be destroyed.

I mean, how can we stand in the light of discovery and not act?

The world has just changed so radically, and we're all running to catch up.

Hold on to your butts.

Turn in your fear at the door and join the future, right?

Oh, God help us. We're in the hands of engineers.

Item 151 on today's glitch list.

I don't blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask that they pay for them.

God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.

Dinosaurs... eat man. Woman inherits the Earth.

See, here I'm now by myself, uh, talking to myself.

Now I see her, she's the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

It could've been worse, [Name]. A lot worse.

I hate this hacker crap!

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Boy, do I hate being right all the time.

Don't move. He can't see us if we don't move.

I'm gonna run you over when I come back down.

Well, we're back... in the car again.

Well, at least you're out of the tree.

Remind me to thank [John] for a lovely weekend.

I'm fairly alarmed here.

Come on, come on, come on. We gotta get outta here. Now, now! Right now!

Think they'll have that on the tour?

What do you call a blind dinosaur?

I wanted to show them something that wasn't an illusion. Something that was real.

But you can't think through this one, [Name]. You have to feel it.

Creation... is an act of sheer will.

You've never had control! That's the illusion!

But I made a mistake too. I didn't have enough respect for that power and it's out now!

The only thing that matters now are the people we love.

That's what I said. You're a nerd.

I am not a computer nerd. I prefer to be called a hacker.

No, no, no, that's crazy. You're out of your mind.

Wait a minute. What do you mean, it worked?

They're, uh-- They're flocking this way.

Keep low and follow me.

Oh, God. Something went wrong. Something's happened. Something's wrong.

But, [Name], if the Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.

We can make it if we run.

Because we're being hunted.

Clever [girl].

I'll be back soon. I promise.

Where have you been?

Call the mainland. Tell 'em to send the damn helicopters.

It's gonna come through the glass!

After careful consideration, I've decided... not to endorse your park.

#meme #ask meme #rp meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #jurassic park #jurassic park film

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moocheesee · 22 days

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Bucchigiri?! x Reader

Some silly hcs when you're his s/o

Part Two w Outa and Matakara<3

Reader is GN!

Shindo

✓ I actually imagine you were a freshman at the school when you met Shindo ✓ you only knew him from afar since back then he liked to keep to himself, always shy and quiet around everyone ✓ things changed when you joined Minato Kai ✓ you were training with the other members when Ken came around with a new member ✓ you instantly recognized Shindo ✓ making your move on getting to know him you two spend a lot of time together (you constantly pestered him) ✓ he slowly opened up to you and you helped him woth becoming stronger as well ✓ when the incident happened where he got banned from Minato Kai you two lost contact even though you tried to find him again ✓ a while later Shindo showed up before you one day, completely changed ✓ explained his plans to you bc you still have a special place in his heart ✓ you tried to warn Ken but it was already too late when the fight started ✓ after the fight (and Shindo getting his ahh handed to him) he surprisingly stuck around you ✓ but not in a nice way, that mf was everywhere you went (or you swore it was a curse and you were the one constantly running into him) ✓ you knew everything that was happening with Senya and Ichiya because Shindo doesn't keep his voice down while ranting about them every chance he gets ✓ from then on you two were a duo (unintentionally)

Arajin

✓ plssss the only way you'd (hopefully) ever fall for this guy is when you knew him before ✓ like you were chilling with Matakara and Arajin everyday when you were kids ✓ watched them train to become Honki people omg ✓ but that day young Matakara got beat up by this group of kids you weren't around because of a family emergency ✓ you only ever heard Matakaras side of story of why he suddendly moved without saying goodbyes ✓ you two missed him everyday from them on but you had quiet a lot on your hands with rebel Matakara anyways (can't blame ya) ✓ when Arajin moved back and joined your school you were actually ecstatic ✓ you finally had your childhood crush Back after all ✓ Arajins eyes lit up for a bit and you could see a blush on his cheeks when he saw you for the first time when you went to greet him ✓ his happiness quickly dropped tho and he was acting cold towards you, kinda like he's hella uncomfy in your presence (Zabu wanted to beat shrimps ahh everytime he saw you sad bc Arajin ignored you again ✓ and this is how it went ✓ with you (and Matakara) trying to talk to him but he blocked you both out help ✓ you never thought you'd actually be jealous of Mahoro out of all people srs ✓ "I need to find my darling husband. I'm so worried about him." "Honestly, what do you see in that guy?" "He makes me laugh." -Y'alls energy ✓ anyways, i believe you two come together after the whole ideal with Matakara and Ichiya is done. ✓ you were the first one there to hug him&taking care of him and the way he finally seemed to care about you and Matakara made you happy ✓ you have the old Arajin finally back ✓ he still tried to ask Mahoro out w the stone and she rejected (obv) you swooped in and offered him to go on a date. ✓ with no guilt haunting him he was able to see you as you and man was SMITTEN ✓ have fun with a sweaty and awkward diarrhea bomb crushing on you ✓ tbh prepare for him to stare and be interested in other women too (if you can't beat em join em and now you both look at women you find pretty but You're much more smooth with it) ✓ will gift you your personal carved stone with yours and his initials <3 ✓ wear his shirts plsssss he loves it sm ✓ he can COOK and this WELL! Definetly would spoil you with food ✓ he hates fighting but still will protect you (as much as he could) ✓ pls hit him when he tries those cringy romantic shit on you ✓ oh also his momma would absolutely ADORE YOU

KOMAO

✓ HES MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ✓such a sweetheart omg ✓ BUT he'll tease the shit outta you if you give him the opportunity ✓ he's so clingy and touchy so expect him to randomly hug you or hold onto you ✓ PIGGY BACK RIDES!!! Both ways! Prefers if you carry him and he'll compliment you sm💞 ✓ prolly has really funny pet names for you too ✓ he straight up asked you out a few days after meeting you ✓ is not above pestering you until you say yes anyways ✓ absolutely loves it when you hold his face in your hands ✓ greeting him every morning means running towards each other and him spinning you (or you him, it can go both ways) ✓ lots of holding hands and hugging to the point Zabu groans loudly out of

#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri #arajin tomoshibi

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upsidedownmvnson · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 1K!!!!! AHHHH YOU DESERVE IT

What about a reader who's basically a female version of steve (used to be popular, is trying to be better, still a bit judgy...) and dustin is trying to set them up and neither of them like the idea until they have the opportunity to really know eachother and then are like "umm maybe i do like you"

upsidedownmvnson's 1k followers blurb celebration <3 request a 1k word blurb :) deadline is saturday <3

idk this doesn't feel like my best work - i want to try again.

warnings: manipulation from ex mentioned,

eddie should've known that dustin had a plan. he's been trying to get you and eddie to hangout for weeks but eddie is stubborn as fuck.

but he believed you really did need a hand, so he trotted down the hallway to the closet in dustin's house, only to see you trying to climb the shelves to reach the box dustin had sent you to get. he contemplated not helping you, until it looked like you were going to slip. and the last thing he needed was you somehow blaming it on him.

"here," he says lowly, gruff, unfriendly. how he always talks to you.

you say nothing, but you climb down anyway. once he steps beside you in the small walk-in, the door slams shut, and eddie isn't fast enough, grabbing the handle after dustin turned the key. the knob doesn't budge.

"fuck," eddie says, frustrated. he didn't want to come tonight. not when robin and steve's new best friend, you, were going to be here. he just can't stand you. he's projecting his problem, and he even knows that.

you say nothing, just stand quietly near him. you don't move, afraid you'll somehow make him more mad. you'd tried. you tried everything you could think of to get eddie to see you for more than who you were a few years ago. but nothing seemed to work. dustin encouraged you to keep trying, but the constant rejection was starting to add up.

"what?"

he caught you staring, and you turn away. happy for the confines of darkness to hide the embarrassed blush across your cheeks.

"nothing, sorry." your tone is sharp. probably what makes eddie so on edge around you. he thinks you don't like him, and you think he doesn't like you. and you two just ended up as rivals. it was like you were back in highschool.

but you'd never even really spoken to eddie in school - so you just don't know why he hates you so much.

you laughed. and eddie looked at you confused. you shook your head, "it's pretty ridiculous," you said, laughing again. "like, the old lock 'em in the closet gag. how long did it take him to figure that one out?"

"don't make fun of him," eddie snaps.

you look taken back. "i'm not."

"you are, you always are."

"if i'm so mean then why am i always invited over. why does dustin call me begging for me to show up?"

"you make him beg?"

"i don't make anyone do anything," you say, the conversation turning hostile as it usually did. eddie twisting your words to make something silly into something ugly. "he just wants me to join."

"but why does he beg? better places to be than with the freaks?"

"i literally have nowhere else to be, it's just getting old getting fucking berated everytime i go out with my friends."

"who berates you?"

you looked around confused, was he serious? he looked shocked, as if he was figuring out that, uh yeah, you were talking about him.

"i can't walk into the room without you making some snide little remark under your breath. don't think i don't hear you constantly mocking me while we're in the group. and by the way you're the only one of us to ever refer to them as freaks."

you bang on the door a couple of time, "let me out!"

"not until you guys figure out how to be civil," dustin mumbled through the door.

"let us out, henderson," eddie said, hitting the door once with his fist.

"hey eddie," steve shouts through the door. "remember what we talked about? why don't you see for yourself?"

you two kept shouting to be let out, but after a few minutes it was clear that they'd left. a minute later you hear loud music turn on in the other room.

"well," you said, sliding down the wall of the closet. eddie did the same across from you. "can we just be civil and be done with it?"

"look," he says, "i just can't, okay?"

"why?"

"you know why."

"i don't."

"stop playing dumb, i'm starting to get angry again."

"i'm really, really not playing dumb."

"you and your friends in high school? all those times that your boyfriend would be bullying kids and you did nothing, you did nothing, but stand nearby and follow him around, it was sick."

"yeah, i know."

"and you were always defending him. like it was us who didn't understand. and you... you know?"

"he was mean to me too, i was scared of him."

eddie doesn't say anything.

"he always said he would like, hurt himself, if i left and like, just insane shit. i'm not proud of who i was."

eddie still doesn't say anything, just watches you. you shrink under the pressure.

"and you know what? how come everyone gets a second chance but me? nancy and steve were part of the cool kids too and you gave them a second chance. you haven't even given me one."

"i thought that..."

"what, eddie? just lay the cards on the table and let's talk about it."

"i thought you hated me," eddie says.

"i'm sorry eddie. i don't hate you, you just make me anxious."

and then eddie feels like shit. because he's thinking about it and you're right. you'd never, ever struck first in any of the verbal fights with him. and you were always tense around him - he thoguht it was hate but you were scared, you thought he was going to be mean to you. and he realizes he's been blinded by some petty grudge that he hasn't given you a chance to be yourself.

"i'm sorry," edide says, his voice breaks and he feels like his core values have been ignored. he was the one in the wrong. "maybe we can... maybe we can like talk?"

you shuffled to the other side of the closet, scooped eddies hand in yours to comfort him, and smiled at him. you could see his glossy eyes even without the light. "i'd like that."

eddie smiled, not knowing where to start but excited to try.

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punsmaster69 · 1 month

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28/MAR/20XX

"Are we all set, do you think?"

"pretty sure."

she pats the seat next to her and lifts up the blanket, prompting me to join her and frisk.

"Then we are just waiting on Flowey."

on cue, flowey wheels into the room dragging a bag of miscellaneous junk food behind him.

"oh, thanks for bringing me this."

i take the bag from him.

"HEY?!?"

"Give me that back, you smiling trashbag!!"

"come get it, bud."

"Sans..."

toriel starts.

a vine immediately shot forward to curl around my arm, and suddenly a very angry flower child was wrangling the bag out of my hand by force.

with my other hand, i grab the petalled assailant and hold him in the air. he has the bag in his mouth like an animal.

". . ."

"you got it back not-so-fair or square..."

"buuut, i guess you can keep it."

toriel holds out her hand for flowey to transfer onto.

"Pre-movie entertainment..."

frisk mumbles, pressing a button on the remote.

"E-nnoyance-ment, more like."

toriel makes a face.

"That."

"That is not even close to a word..."

"to be fair, you got what he meant by it. i'd say it works."

"I am not sure you should encourage an entirely false vocabulary."

"Why are you defending it. YOU are the E-nnoyance-ment, Sans."

"can't say no to coming up with gibberish."

"Even you admit that it is nonsense, then-"

hand in the air, frisk mashes the volume button until it's too loud to continue a conversation. once we're all silent, they turn it back down.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Now shut the heck up with the fighting. Watch the movie."

——

"Quit your damn crunching, boy."

poking flowey in the face.

he scowls and smacks their hand away.

"Language, Frisk."

"Sorry."

"But for the love of all that is holy, Flowey, shut up."

a few moments go by. a somewhat quiet scene begins in the movie, and flowey begins crunching on his snacks as loudly as possible once again.

"𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘺. Please."

frisk glares at him.

"I will literally deck you."

"Is simply allowing you to have snacks going to become an issue?"

flowey stops crunching.

"That only punishes me!!"

"Frisk had snacks too, did they not?"

they crinkled a bag of empty gummies.

"𝘿𝙞𝙙."

"wow."

"you guys are missing the entire scene."

"Shhhhhh."

toriel hushes them, and they listen for at least a little bit.

——

"To your room."

"This is Flowey's-!"

"DON'T BLAME IT ON ME!!!"

"You were 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 fighting equally."

"Go. I do not want to hear a peep from either of you until you have worked things out."

angry grumbling as the frisk and flowey respectively shuffle and wheel away.

"..."

"been a while since you had to do that."

frisk had started stealing some of flowey's snacks and whatnot, which he of course blew up over. and, uh. they escalated from there and got sent away.

"I understand if you do not want to stick around any longer."

"i would, but i kinda did promise paps i'd play a game with him when he got home."

"which, uhh..."

i check the time.

"means i've got about fifteen minutes."

"Oh!"

"Do not let me hold you, then."

"update me on 'em, okay?"

i gesture down the hall and she nods.

"Certainly. I am sure they will resolve things."

"seeya, lady."

"Goodbye, Sans."

lightly, i bonk my head against hers before disappearing behind her couch and stepping out in front of ours.

i toss myself onto the couch and wait for papyrus.

——

"OVER THAT?"

"yep."

"AGH. I HAVE BEEN WORKING WITH FLOWERY ON CONFLICT RESOLVEMENT, TOO."

"resolution."

"HE WAS DOING SO WELL!!"

"hard to resolve a fight if you started it."

"I'LL... HAVE TO TALK WITH HIM ABOUT THAT AS WELL, I SUPPOSE."

papyrus clicks the buttons on his controller rhythmically as he works on building something.

" 'THAT'. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL IT?"

"probably incitement or something."

"THOUGHT AS MUCH."

"....."

he stares at his building on the screen.

"WHERE IS THE GOLD?"

"I CAN'T PROPERLY RECREATE MY BATTLE BODY WITHOUT IT."

"still by your previous self-statue, i think."

"INDEED IT IS!!"

"OH, AND THERE'S THE TOOL YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A WHILE AGO."

"oh, sick."

——

it's almost midnight, and i haven't heard a peep from tori until now.

all she sent was a photo of frisk and flowey asleep beside each other over some papers on the floor, with a lot of random doodles and words on the scattered pages.

dunno what happened there, but if whatever it was made 'em stop fighting for long enough to fall asleep then i'd say it worked.

#undertale #journal #sans #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #frisk #flowey #sans and flowey #............this is too many fuckin tags #sorry this one's odd #wanted more chapters where sand just does NOT get involved in the drama OR the solution

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crowflesh · 9 months

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Help it's midnight and I'm brainrotting

Ok so consider a call of duty highschool/teen dungeons and dragons au (a lot going on I know but bear with me)

So we have Gaz, Ghost, and Farah who are siblings, all adopted by Price. Gaz and Soap were in art club together in highschool where they then became friends. Gaz has kept trying to convince Soap to join his siblings and their friends (Alex, Alejandro, and Rudy) dnd campaign. Soap thinks it'd be fun but is kind of intimidated by Gaz's kinda cool and really intimidating older brother (whom of which he's only really met in passing when visiting Gaz's place or passing him in the hallways at school ((he also may have a teeny tiny crush on him but it's not like he's gonna admit that)). He also just doesn't know jack shit about dnd and doesn't wanna somehow fuck uo the game (he also doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of Ghost but shhhh)

Eventually, during the summer after graduation, Soap finally relents and decides that he'll come over and watch them play just to see what's up cause, at this point, they're already in a middle of a campaign and it'd be sorta awkward to introduce a new player. Soap promises if he's interested enough he'll join in on the next campaign and he'll come over and watch this coming weekend.

The weekend finally rolls around, after a week of nerves and second guessing, and Soap heads down into Gaz's basement to find everyone already there and the dnd table set up. They get everything ready and start right where they left off last week and come to find out Ghost is the dm and also a huge fucking nerd. He apparently is an avid critical roll and dimension 20 fan and takes inspiration from them (which is apparent in his story telling and weirdly accurate sound effects). Soap is impressed and actually finds himself invested in the story and the characters.

Before he knows it, hours pass by and Soap is hooked. So, he comes back around the next week, and the next, and the next. All through out this time, Soap and Ghost end up getting closer and become friends and kinda joined at the hip. Soap's (definitely not) crush (definitely does not shut up) gets kinda worse. Which, you can't really blame him, Ghost is a huge nerd, all dorky, and is kinda awkward, but it's all so endearing and cute. They have similar interests and similar music tastes and they just click in a way that neither have them were really expecting. But it's more than welcome to both of them. Near the end of the summer (and the campaign) they get so close and Soap just can't let his feelings fester anymore and he just blurts em out.

Ghost and Soap were cleaning up the table after a session and everyone went home and Soap pauses. He takes a good hard look at Ghost while he's fidgeting with a d20 and just, without thinking, says something like "I really wanna be your boyfriend" which causes Ghost to stop what he's doing and stare back at Soap. Soap blinks and realizes what he just said and drops the d20 onto the table (he rolls a nat 20 btw) and starts stuttering and trying to apologize and leave but Ghost grabs him by the hood of his jacket and pulls him in close and says "I...want to be your boyfriend too". Soap and Ghost are both flustered and blushing messes and Farah eventually comes down to tell em to shut up and go to bed.

By the end of the summer, Ghost and Soap are together and Soap gets to join in on their next campaign :)

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infin1ty-garden · 3 months

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Hi! I read your guidelines and I’m not sure if this follows them or not so if not please just ignore.

How would the scream peeps react to you being a big fan of formula one and crushing on the drivers?

THE GHOSTFACES REACT TO YOU BEING A F1 FAN

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