#he dropped his phone in the paint bucket :(

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Okay so I absolutely ADORE 'The Bucket List' and was wondering if you would consider writing a 'what happens next' with Grace and Charles? Those two NEEEEEEEEED a happily ever after!

Pwetty pwease?

Five Years Later || CL16

A/N: I never planned for Grace and Charles to be together, but they are each other’s support. Warnings: labour and delivery WC: 1.9k

The Bucket List || Death Scene || Two Years Later || Bucket Moments

“Maman, it’s time,” Charles rushed, a little breathless over the phone.

Pascale almost dropped the phone as she clambered out of bed and knocked on Arthur’s door. He had stayed the night to help entertain Angel who was asleep in Charles’ childhood room and he startled awake at the intrusion. “Get the car, it’s time.”

“It’s time?” Arthur echoed excitedly before rushing to get his car keys and wake up Angel. She didn’t seem too impressed to be woken up before dawn but she soon bounced excitedly when Arthur told her it was time to go.

“How is Grace doing?” Pascale asked Charles as she got herself ready to leave.

Charles looked at Grace who was pacing around his living room, one hand pressed against her lower back, her face pinched in pain, while the other hand cradled the swell of her belly.

“She’s doing amazing, but she’s eager for some pain relief.”

Many people thought the relationship between Charles and Grace was strange. They weren’t together, yet they were never far apart. They were like two broken branches grafted back into the same scarred tree. The parts that were missing could never be replaced, but they realised that their company was better together than being alone.

That was why she was the only one he could trust to be the surrogate mother.

Between all the medical procedures, Charles hadn’t really remembered that you froze your eggs to save them from being damaged by the chemo. The plan had been to use them when you were better, but when that didn’t happen Charles thought they would go unused. It was only a letter that arrived on the fifth anniversary of the procedure that reminded him, with an update of the egg's health status. It had taken a few more months before he plucked up the courage to talk to your parents about it and then ask Grace instead of a stranger.

“We’ll see you at the maternity ward,” Charles said with a wince as another contraction drew a pained groan from his friend. The retired world champion had known exhaustion, but after a night of supporting Grace to labour in his apartment he had a new appreciation for what it really meant.

Everything had been planned and prepared for this day so Charles was ready to bring home his little boy. His room had been painted a pale pastel blue and was decorated with picture frames so he would always recognise your face as his mother watching over him. A white sleigh cot was set up against one wall with the best baby monitor money could buy. Opposite it sat a set of drawers that held more baby clothes than he could ever need and beside it was a fully stocked changing table with newborn nappies stacked high.

Charles grabbed the hospital bag from the table and slung it over his shoulder before going to Grace. He grabbed her phone and drink bottle from the coffee table and turned off the calming piano music she had been listening to before helping her swollen feet into her slippers. “Ready?” he asked softly as he offered his elbow to keep her steady.

“Mhmm,” was all she could muster.

Though he had healed a lot in the years that had passed, more so once meeting Angel and Grace, there was still a pain in his joy when he thought that it should have been you carrying his child. Charles liked to think that he still felt you there with him through all of it, the milestones and scans, and that it wasn’t all in his head.

There was a bowl of cool water that Charles had been using to wash the sweat from Grace’s forehead but he didn’t bother to tidy it up before he left, same with the half empty plate of snacks she had tried to eat between contractions. His sole focus was on getting Grace to the hospital as quickly and comfortably as possible.

Charles knew you would have been proud of the effort he went to in learning everything about pregnancy and newborns. It felt like he had bought every book and watched every youtube video, as well as attending the local Antenatal Class. He admitted it was hard to attend the class when everywhere he looked were happy couples excited for their first child. Grace had smiled and squeezed his hand, as always, knowing exactly how he was feeling.

“Chosen his name yet?” Grace asked as she eased into the front seat slowly, straining to fit the belt around her large belly.

“I’ll know when I look at him,” he said with a shake of his head. He had a dozen names that he liked but he wanted something that suited him so he would wait a few hours more before deciding. “It has to feel right, you know?”

Grace gripped the door handle and the edge of the seat as another contraction began. Her eyes watered and her deep breaths shuddered for a minute until it passed and she sighed with relief. “Angel was meant to be Frangelica, but when she was born it just didn’t match.”

Charles laughed as he tried to picture Angelique with any other name. No, Angel suited her just right because she had saved him the day they met.

The streets were quiet as he took the turns slow and smooth, winding his way through the city that was barely beginning to wake as dawn approached. Thankfully the hospital was already expecting him and they had a wheelchair ready as he pulled up.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Charles promised before parking the car and rushing up to the maternity ward. He skidded to a stop outside the only door with voices and Grace lay on the bed in a gown.

“I’m sorry, you’re too far along for pain relief,” the midwife said as she draped the sheet back down. “Baby is already starting to crown. You have done so well, mama.”

“Oh, I’m not the mother,” she said as Charles stepped into the room, casually clearing the situation up with a smile. “I’m a surrogate for Charles.”

There had been a comment made by the media early on in the pregnancy when news broke, that Grace would try to be the mother once the baby was born. It would have been a lie to say Charles didn’t think about that possibility, but Grace had her child with the love of her life, Gabriel, and had long decided she would never have a child with another man - she felt it would be a betrayal to their memory. This child was yours and Charles, and your memory would live on through her.

“That’s beautiful,” the midwife said with a reassuring smile as she turned her attention to Charles. “There’s a spare gown in the bathroom, you can change into that if you want to have skin to skin bonding once baby is born.”

Charles had read that skin to skin contact helped newborns bond with their parents and he grinned as he stepped into the bathroom. He had never changed so fast as he heard Grace’s pained cry but the midwife was calm and talking gently as she morphed the bed to a seated position.

“You are doing so well, Grace. You might feel the urge to push with the next contractions, just do what feels natural, okay, hun,” the midwife, Ann, as her name tag read, encouraged. “I’m just going to hit the call button but there is nothing to worry about, it’s just to have an extra set of hands because it looks like the little one is making a quick arrival.”

Charles wasn’t even aware that Grace’s gown had fallen away until he saw her stomach tighten around the undeniable shape of a small body and she clenched her teeth together, dipping her chin down with a guttural cry. He had to remember to breathe as the midwife encouraged Grace to push, then rest.

“Okay, this is the one, we need one last big push,” Ann guided. “I know you’re tired but you can do this.”

Grace’s hand nearly broke Charles’ as she squeezed with the push and then the little boy was there. An exhilarated gasp escaped Charles as he saw his son lifted upright, his face purple before he took his first gulping of air and rattled out a cry after filling his lungs. Colour quickly returned to his cheeks and another midwife wrapped him in a warm towel.

“My boy,” Charles laughed as tears rolled freely down his cheeks and he looked at Grace. “Thank you.”

“I would say anytime, but-” she choked out a laugh and settled back into the pillows before another contraction began.

“What’s that?” Charles asked. He had a pair of scissors in his hand that another midwife had given him to cut the cord, but suddenly he panicked thinking there was a twin.

“Just the placenta being birthed,” Ann assured him, a smile teasing her lips like she was often asked the question with the same worried tone by fathers. “You can cut now, just here.”

Charles’ steadied his hand and found he underestimated how tough the cord would be, before gripping the scissors tighter and snipping through. “Can I…hold him?”

There was a bustle of activity as the mother midwife and a nurse made Grace comfortable, but Charles was fully focused on the tiny bundle that Ann carried towards him. “Take a seat, papa.”

Charles grinned at the new title and took a seat, opening the gown over his chest so she could place his son onto the warmth his body offered. Already, there were tufts of dark hair on his head and Charles brushed his fingers over it feeling how soft they were. His son blinked at the touch, squirming against the lights before settling against Charles’ chest and looking up.

Your eyes. Those were your eyes, set above Charles’ nose. Those were Charles’ dimples appearing on his cheeks beside your lips. A brilliant balance of his and your features wrapped up in a baby born to be loved. His lips parted silently, as if he were experiencing the same sense of awe that Charles did. It was the same look he had seen on your face as you watched the dawn rise and the light chase away the dark when you couldn’t sleep.

“Lucas,” he murmured as he delicately stroked his cheek and stared in amazement at the wonder he held. Lucas, it had been one name he liked because it meant bringer of light. It felt as if the flaking chips from his rusty heart were falling away with each second he held his son, and beneath the damage and decay it shined anew.

“It’s perfect,” Grace agreed with a tired smile.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Enjoy this moment, Charles.” She seemed wistful for a second. “Before you know it they are walking, then running, and there’s no catching them then. Promise me you’ll enjoy this moment.”

Of all the people, he didn’t need reminding of how cruel time could be. But he had learned how to cherish the time he had, it was the last and the hardest lesson you had taught him.

“I promise.” His promise was to Grace, his promise was to Lucas, and his promise was to you. He wouldn’t waste a second of his life, not now that he had the most precious gift to live for.

#charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic

[ashiemochi]

hey bestie <3

I’d like to request a birthday smut with death island! Leon please and thank you 💕

wrote this on phone bc im on a trip and my phone is actually starting to drop dead so </3 time for a new phone ig. But!! here's something 💕 (don't point out mistakes or weird formatting, my phone is ASS)

Leon never liked being late in any way.

Traffic was his arch nemesis because it always resulted to him getting late to work – which also resulted in numerous lectures from his higher-ups.

Another thing he hated; alarms.

Those fuckers either don't do their jobs or are just for show – or maybe he should be getting a new phone or an actual rooster to cock-a-doodle-doo at the glimpse of the sunrise.

Late to events were even worse than mundane things. The amount of times the President would give him a look that simply said "you're late and I'm not impressed" were endless. It wasn't like he had much of a choice when he'd be fresh out of a mission or an assignment that he'd wear the wrong colour of suit, or mismatch his socks in a hurry.

Not to mention. Fucking. Traffic.

However, there was one thing Leon for sure hated the most, absolutely revolted at the idea.

Missing your birthday.

Much to his shitty worse line of luck, he was ordered to rush to the Alcatraz Island for an assignment. To his luck, some deranged guy with a bucket load of issues and untreated trauma decided on a random Sunday at church that he was going to be playing God and start an outbreak via mosquitoes.

Leon was never going to catch a break. All the time at the island, the agent couldn't stop thinking about how to make it up to you. Even when he was infected with the virus and minutes away from losing his last bits of humanity, you were on his mind all the time.

When he returned home, you had opened the door to a bruised and bandaged up Leon with a bouquet of roses in hand. A tired but apologetic tilted grin was on his face, his side leaning against the doorframe.

"Happy... Late birthday, sweetheart..."

While he didn't expect you to be mad at him, a tiny nagging something within him relaxed when you were nowhere near upset. Your worry and glee that he was back in one piece made you forget about your birthday, your arms residing around his neck into a tight embrace where his arms went for your waist – where they belonged.

But the flowers weren't his only way of apologizing – because what started as a simple reunion kiss turned into something more and hotter.

"Oh, fuck..."

His voice was breathy right next to your ear, nearly over clouding the creaking sounds of the bed. His skin was searingly hot against yours, your body painted with hickies and lovebites. Galaxies and nebulas in all the right spots, painless and painful.

Yet they were tomorrow's problem.

His hand was pinning your wrist to the mattress, the other gripping the back of your knee to push it back against your chest. His fingers were digging into your flesh, his hips moving in a perfectly powerful rhythm that had your mind reeling.

"Oh, god... Ah, Leon–nhh~" Your moans were his favourite sound. A sex playlist would usually be on, but on nights like these, it'd be just you and him.

His cock was diving into your pussy, emitting that moist gushing noise the harder he moved. Your clit was throbbing with how intense the pleasure was for you, bringing you a lot closer to yet another orgasm. You really tried to keep track of how many times Leon had made you cum, but after four, everything just became a mixed haze of lust and longingness.

Leon grunted lowly, his blueblue eyes observing your expressions sharply. His lips were parted for your own favourite sounds, his groans and growly moans sending shivers to your core; red and swollen from the countless hickies on your body and kissing you.

Those lips of yours were absolutely intoxicating.

The blunt tip of his bigbig cock was slamming into your walls, going almost rogue as your arousal and previous orgasms dripped and dropped to the drenched sheets.

You never knew you could squirt, but Leon was confident in his skills. It took time, and god was it worth it.

Your face was flushed, your free hand on his back with your nails digging into him. You could feel his toned muscles flexing and shifting right beneath his skin. Your gaze trailed up to him, your moans and soft whines escaping nonstop.

"L–Le– f–fuck, you're too," You keened, your other leg wrapping around his waist, whimpering as your walls squeezed hard on his thick dick, "deep!"

"Oh, yeah?" Leon muttered, the corner of his lips irking upwards into an amused smirk.

That was the last thing you heard before he released your wrist only to switch his grip to your other leg. He hooked both legs into either of his elbows, pushing them onto his shoulders and easily tugging you close to him his figure towering over you completely. His cock hit that spot in you, bringing stars to your eyes with a hitched squeak.

His whole length was inside, especially when he leaned over you, causing his pelvis to brush against your needy pearl. His hands returned to your waist to keep you pinned in place, his hips relentless as he pounded into you.

"Mmh, that's deeper, isn't it, honey?" Leon hummed, his thrusts growing ruthless as he fucked you with vigour, pushing a moan from him, "Oh, fuck... You're just so fucking wet and tight for me..."

"Nnh! Oh, g–god! Leon!" You cried out, your body starting to tremble and your arm joined the other around his back, your nails forming angry red crescent moons, "S–shit!"

The pleasure was looming once again, the knot within you tightening more and more. Leon's hips were out of his control, revealing he was just as close to his peak as you were.

Leon groaned, his eyes screwing shut for a second as he felt your walls starting to clasp around his cock as if trying to feel every ridge and bulging vein on it. His toes curled up on the bed sheets, his thighs tensing.

"Oh, fuck, fuck..." Leon let out a choked sound, his desperation to release causing his voice to break and hitch into a lower octave.

"Leon, I–" Your moans cut you off, whining as your legs trembled over his shoulders, "'m gonna, ah!"

Leon's lustful eyes found yours, for a second his love for you spilling through the thick dirty haze and he couldn't help but feel every so grateful for having someone to return home to.

Someone to fight for when the world's going to shit.

His lips met yours hard in a searing heated kiss, your breathless moans making it a bit difficult but it all felt just right. It ticked you off first when he dove his cock to the hilt, pistoning into your squelching cunt and pressing up against your clit.

A loud moan went muffled, swallowed by him as he groaned against your lips. The white-hot pleasure rattled your bones, coiling around your muscles at the intensity that your back arched off the bed. Your gushy walls clamped tight around his cock, consequently pushing him straight to the peak he craved.

His lips parted from yours to push his face into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering to a stop flush against yours as if trying to keep his twitching cock as deep he could. His groan was, if not, just as loud even when he obviously tried to stay quiet. His cum spurted out thickly, filling you up so good and so warm. You could almost feel it in your tummy at this point.

A shaky exhale escaped from him, his hips moving again but at a slower pace, gently riding you both down from your cloud nine. He panted heavily as he moved his face away from your neck, his eyes shut as his lips peppered kisses from your jaw, cheek, inching closer to the corner of your lips before sealing them with his.

You faint hum merged with his, your hands kneeding and massaging against the angry scratches on his back. His hips retreated slowly, slipping his cock out that was still visibly twitching and his cum seaping and dripping from the red tip. A string of his climax connected between him and your abused cunt.

Leon parted from the kiss, his sweaty fringes dangling with the tips brushing against your forehead. One of his hands reached up to the side of your face, his gaze doing their usual scan to make sure you were okay and that he didn't go too far.

"I'm okay..." You whispered softly, your voice just as breathy as you brushing away his bangs which only dangled wetly about so your hand rested on his neck, your thumb tracing the stubble across his jawline, and with a faint giggle, "And I forgive you."

Leon chuckled, his eyes growing gentle as he caressed your sides gingerly, "Good, maybe I should start missing your birthdays a bit more, yeah?"

You huffed, lightly smacking his shoulder, "Don't push it."

"Yeah, yeah," He smiled before carefully setting your legs back onto the bed which they only fell limply, still shaking and he squeezed your thighs, "Okay, I'll get us water and something to drink, then we'll continue."

That made you blink, confused as you tilted your head to the side, watching him as he sat at the edge of the bed with his eyes trying to locate his boxers at least. With a soft groan, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, giving him a puzzled look when he stood up and slipped on his undergarment.

"Continue?" You repeated, your heart starting to pound once again, "We're not done?"

Leon gave you a look as if you had grown another head and he approached you, his hand pressing into the pillow next to your head and the other tilting your chin up with just his index and thumb.

"Of course we're not done, birthday girl." Leon grinned, his nose brushing against yours, "Still gotta make up for our anniversary."

Way to go for Leon asking you to be his on your birthday.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #cupid answers #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil infinite darkness #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy thirst hours #leon #leon kennedy smut #resident evil death island #leon kennedy death island

[holdinbacksecrets]

shadow, my shadow, my shadow

seungcheol: his name in your phone is cherries. no one gets it. it confuses all your friends. people don’t take the time to dissect what’s right in front of them. instead, they hope the answer will drop, release from its stem all on its own. here it is: he stains your skin; he fills your belly with laughter, with love, and it’s deep, an alluring maroon. the only color you ask for at the nail salon. the only color painted across your lips on a friday night. the only color saturating the sky in your dreams

jeonghan: he’s always just a telephone call away. he’s always just a handful of dialed digits away. he’s always close enough to touch before slipping away. he’s never close enough to believe. he’s a really fucking good dream, but it falters as soon as you wake up. he’s an almost. he’s an if only i had better luck

soonyoung: his embrace is overwhelming. it used to burn your skin. it used to keep you up for a night or two. it used to make you shake and press your hands against his chest, whispering too close, you’re too close to me. so you started to lay out in the sun and welcome the warmth. you started to visit tucked away cafes and drink delicious beverages. you started to welcome the love without argument, and his embrace became divine comfort, soft serenity, warm weather

wonwoo: your ceiling is beautiful. you’ve watched it for hours like a science project or a call to worship. sun rays display themselves so beautifully across it, covering crevices, blanketing stark white in something ethereal. you called in sick to work and haven’t looked at your phone since. you’ll stay just like this until nightfall and an embrace turns you away from the canvas high. he pulls you into him, whispers your name against your skin. you wonder if he says it as a reminder

seokmin: he’s beautiful. his constellated moles create your favorite sky—stars close enough to touch, and you’ve always wanted to touch stars. you drew fishing poles for three years as a kid, imagining a bucket filled with stars knocking your leg on the journey home. it sat beside number one on your christmas list, hoping santa clause would make a dream come true. he let it simmer, kept you waiting for a decade, kept you waiting long enough for the desire to slip, kept you waiting for so long that the real thing surpassed the imaginary

mingyu: he baked cookies for your birthday because you don’t like cake, and there’s something about the texture of frosting you can’t quite get behind—can’t trust the silky smooth. he brought home the milk that comes in a glass bottle. it’s delicious and thick and warms your heart with sweet nostalgia. you open his gifts first because he asked you to, and you find a beautiful goblet that’s the color of summer peaches. he fills it to the rim with glass-bottle milk. he fills his goblet too and presses a candle into the stack of cookies. the wish arrives as soon as you close your eyes

chan: he stands behind you in the kitchen, rests his chin on your shoulder while the sun rises. you’re early risers too. never were before. then this love unraveled in your living room, and you crave more of the day

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen blurbs #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seokmin scenarios #mingyu scenarios #chan scenarios

[drpeppertummy]

marianne swooping in like an angel to save sunny from his woes via Stuff Him Silly

[hunger, stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny lay curled up in bed, hugging himself tightly. When he was little, and his nonstop hugging became a problem in school, his mother had taught him to hug himself when he needed one. He'd taken her advice, but, of course, hugging oneself doesn't fill the same void as being held close by somebody else. He sniffled, wrapping his arms as far around himself as they would go, squeezing until his entire torso ached. It didn't help.

It had been a long, difficult, miserable day. He'd woken up feeling sad and grumpy after a restless sleep. He'd tried to make himself a nice breakfast to turn the morning around, but, ever distractible, he'd burned it to the point of near-inedibility, sealing the course his day was set to take. He'd been shouted at by more than a fair share of rude customers at work, and even with Giuliana sticking up for him, he could only take so much. There had been little during the day to cheer him up. There had, however, been plenty of drops in the heavy bucket that was weighing him down. A snippy message from one of his brothers scolding him for letting his niece come home with paint on her shirt, a fall on a slippery floor that had left his knee sore and bruised, a long walk home in the pouring rain while his forgotten umbrella sat safe at home. It was far from the worst day of his life, but it most certainly had not been a good one.

On top of everything else, which would have been plenty on its own, part of the reason Sunny was so upset was his empty stomach. The restaurant had been unusually busy, and he'd barely had time to pause for lunch. Between that and his ruined breakfast, he'd barely eaten a thing all day. His head and his belly ached, and he felt exhausted and miserable. He'd have liked nothing more than to call up a friend and get some dinner together, but nobody was around. He didn't have it in him to get up and go out alone, nor did he have the energy to make anything, so in bed he remained, feeling sad and hungry and overall awful.

His belly rumbled, and he glumly wrapped his arms around his sunken middle. He badly wanted to feed himself, but he just couldn't make himself move. The lousy day had taken all his energy away. His eyes dampened, and his breath hitched in his throat, and before he could stop it, he was crying into his pillow, his aching body shaking with each choked sob. He lay there and cried for some time until he had no energy left to do even that, and then he simply lay there, limp and drained, hiccuping and snuffling into his damp pillow.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling Sunny out of his teary stupor. Sniffling, he picked it up, wiping his eye. It was Marianne. He held it for a moment, confused; she usually worked Sundays. He answered the phone.

"Hello?" He'd hoped his voice would come out smooth, but it cracked badly as he spoke.

"Sunny honey? You alright?"

"Yeah," he sniffled, his voice still wobbly. "What's up?"

"Well, I was just callin' to see if you were around," she said. "And you sure sound like you could use a little company. You busy?"

"No, I'm around."

"Mind if I come over?"

"I'd love that," he said, almost too eagerly.

Having perked up considerably at the idea of spending time with Marianne, Sunny had dragged himself out of bed and changed from his work clothes into a cozy sweater and jeans by the time she arrived at his door. He still looked thoroughly beaten down, though, his hair disheveled and his face flushed from crying, and she wrapped him up protectively in her arms the moment she saw him.

"Oh, Sunny honey, you look like you've been through the wringer," she exclaimed, squeezing him so tightly he could barely breathe. He clung to her and melted into the warm hug, laying his head against her shoulder. His belly rumbled loudly against her, and she smiled.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, running a hand along his side and letting it come to rest on his hollow tummy. "Come on, cutie pie. Let's get some food in that poor little tummy."

"I thought you were workin' tonight," said Sunny as they made their way to the kitchen.

"I took the day off," she said, throwing an arm around him. "Needed a little break, y'know what I mean?"

"Boy, do I," he said, bumping his head against her shoulder. Marianne gave him an affectionate squeeze around the waist, then gently pushed him into a chair.

"You wait right here, pumpkin pie." She planted a warm kiss on his forehead, then turned away to start sorting out dinner. It was only a moment before he was up again and at her side.

Together, with a lot of hugging and teasing and goofing around, they made a big late-night breakfast of eggs, pork roll, and pancakes. Sunny's belly had been growling practically nonstop throughout the process, his mouth watering at the smell, and each impatient rumble had been met with a playful poke or tickle from Marianne. Physically, he still felt horrible, but he'd cheered up drastically just having spent time with her.

It wasn't long before they were sitting at the little kitchen table together with their plates, a bottle of syrup between them. Barely able to keep the drool from falling from his mouth, Sunny dug in, his empty stomach eager to get some relief. Marianne couldn't help but chuckle at his ravenous frenzy.

"Thanks for comin' over," he said with his mouth full.

"You know I'm always happy to come spend a little time with you," she said with a smile. "You're my little cutie pie." Sunny blushed lightly and swallowed his mouthful with a loud gulp. He was already beginning to feel better, and as his belly filled up, he slowed his pace. Marianne, who hadn't been nearly as hungry, was taking her time with her food, enjoying it and the sight of Sunny eating. She took a certain pleasure in noticing that he was slowing down, that he wasn't even halfway through his meal and would likely find himself struggling to finish by the end of it. She would have no trouble finishing her own food; she was a big woman with an appetite to match, and putting away a good-sized plate was no challenge. For Sunny, however, it would be a much more difficult feat.

Sunny paused for a moment, holding a hand against his tummy. A gurgle bubbled up inside him, and he let out a soft burp. He was beginning to feel full. He still had a ways to go on his dinner, though, and he wasn't about to quit now. He forced up another little burp, punctuated by a quiet sigh, then dug out another bite of pancake with his fork. Marianne kept a watchful eye on his belly. The sweater he'd put on was large and loose, concealing his skinny figure for now, but she suspected it wouldn't be long before the bulge of his full tummy was visible against the soft fabric.

Unable to resist, Marianne moved her chair closer to Sunny's and slipped an arm around his waist, resting her hand on his belly. While the sweater kept it hidden, she was pleased to find that it felt slightly rounded under her hand, a subtle curve pushing out against her palm. She kept her hand there, enjoying the feeling of his belly rising and falling with his breath, and he leaned against her, laying his head on her shoulder.

"Getting full?" she teased, giving his tummy a gentle pat.

"No," he fibbed, and she laughed.

"Good, because you've still got a lot left."

As a matter of fact, Sunny was beginning to feel very full. He'd slowed down considerably since his initial starved frenzy. Now he was picking cautiously at his food, hoping to finish without pushing his stomach too far too fast. The pancakes alone would have been more than enough to fill him up; with the added protein of the eggs and the pork roll, he wasn't sure he'd be able to finish. He had about a third of his plate left--a decent-sized portion of the pancakes, one of the two eggs he'd started with, and a tiny scrap of pork roll. The pork roll was easy to polish off, dipped in the egg yolk for good measure, and then he finished the egg. His belly felt tight and strained now, bulging firmly over the waist of his jeans, and he paused to bring up a small burp. It didn't free up much space.

Marianne watched as he began another effort against his pancakes, enjoying the feeling of his taut belly pushing out against her hand. She snuck it up under his sweater, holding it against his warm, hairy skin, and a light blush crept onto his face. He looked up at her, his big dark eyes still red around the edges, and was promptly met with a soft kiss. He set his fork down and wrapped his arms around her. She returned the hug, engulfing him in her sturdy arms and holding him tight, drawing a tiny groan out of him as his too-full tummy was compressed.

"Think you're gonna be able to clean your plate, sweetheart?"

"I don't know. I'm really full," he confessed sheepishly. She let him go and he leaned back in his seat, his round tummy poking out in front of him. Gently, she placed her hands on his sides and gave it a light squeeze. He whined softly at the pressure, and a tiny burp escaped him.

"Ooh, you really are stuffed," she remarked, giving his belly an approving pat. It gurgled uncomfortably in response. "Think you can squeeze in just a little bit more?" Sunny considered that for a moment. His stomach felt stretched taut, straining against everything that had been crammed into it, and he didn't think it could stretch much further. Looking up at Marianne's pleading face, though, he couldn't say no.

"Maybe just a little," he finally agreed.

"Oh, Sunny honey, you're such a good boy," she beamed, taking his jaw in her hands and kissing him on the cheek. His heart fluttered. Still holding his chin in one hand, she took his fork in the other and brought a bite of pancake to his lips. Obediently, his big eyes locked with hers, he opened up for her and ate.

"You just let me know when that little tummy can't take any more, alright, cutie pie?" He nodded, chewing slowly, almost hypnotized by her stare. His belly felt just a little more strained with each bite, slowly growing tighter and tighter. Marianne moved her hand from his chin to his tummy, rubbing gently as he ate, savoring the feeling of the uneasy gurgles rumbling against her palm. Suddenly, a hiccup jolted his full belly against her hand. He groaned, holding his arms cautiously around his middle.

"Aww, sweetheart..." Marianne set the fork down again and held his tummy with both hands. It tensed sharply with another hiccup and let out a strained gurgle.

"I d-hic-don't think I can eat any more," said Sunny, looking tired. "I'm too full."

"I'll say. Your poor belly feels like it's about to pop," said Marianne. "I'd get you some water for those hiccups, but I don't think you could even handle that." He hiccuped again, the movement this time dislodging a small burp, followed by a soft grunt of discomfort. His belly grumbled unhappily.

"Here, sweetheart, why don't we go lie down," she said, standing up and taking his hands. "Get you a little more comfortable, hm?" Obediently, he stood and followed her as she led him back to bed. She gently guided him onto his back, his round tummy sticking straight up, and then she pulled his sweater up out of the way, fully exposing his swollen middle. She unbuttoned his far-too-snug jeans, squeezing ever so slightly as she did, and he couldn't hold back a soft whimper at the painful pressure. She leaned down to plant an apologetic kiss on his bulging tummy and then sat beside him on the bed, rubbing the taut skin. He gazed up at her with soft eyes, his sleepy silence interrupted here and there by a hiccup and the quiet gurgles of his belly as it worked on the big dinner. "I'm glad you c-hic-came over," he said, his voice almost a mumble. He couldn't find the words to say more, but she could see the rest in his eyes--thank you for feeding me, thank you for loving me, thank you for being my friend. He felt warm and cozy despite the dull ache in his overstuffed tummy, and the miserable day he'd endured now seemed a distant memory, the pain and frustration having long since melted away. Smiling fondly, Marianne leaned down to kiss him. Then, she lay down beside him and pulled him into a warm embrace, which he gladly returned. They remained like that until he fell asleep in her arms, and, after some time, lulled by the sound of his stomach and his quiet snoring, she drifted off as well.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #xsunnyx #xmariannex #burst mention

[joshlmbrt]

THE BLACK PHONE. KAI ANDERSON x r

W; mentions of stalking, kidnapping, physical violence, murders, inspiration from THE BLACK PHONE, r gets their revenge!

soundtrack; hayloft - mother mother, psycho killer - talking heads, tag, you’re it - melanie martinez, vanished - crystal castles, lonesome town - ricky nelson

an; i wanted to add evan into this little idea, and i thought this would be perfect!! also, again, this is only inspired by the movie! it’s kind of the same story line but slightly different!

SHOWINGS. | MOODBOARD.

There’s been a weird feeling.

A weird feeling of someone watching you. Watching your every move.

You couldn’t even shake the feeling when you went to sleep.

And maybe… if you wouldn’t have ignored it - brushed it off to being paranoid after a bad dream - you wouldn’t be in this situation.

Situation being locked in someone’s basement with only a mattress on the floor and a bucket in the corner of the room, screaming at the top of your lung near the window that had grown up bushes covering it.

“No one can hear you,” You stumble back, back hitting the wall, staring at the man in front of you. “Soundproof.”

Your eyes look over the clown mask he had on, intricate painting and detail over the wooden mask. An evil permanent smile craved into it, muffling the voice.

His eyes seemed black - soulless almost.

“Who are you?” You let out a shuddering breath, eyes dropping down to the tray of food in his hands before quickly looking back up at him.

“No one important,” He walks closer. You slide away, the concrete wall digging into your skin. He stops. “I have food.”

“Do you really think I’m going to eat what you give me?” Your nails dig into the wall now. “You kidnapped me. All I know is that you’re going to poison the food.”

“I haven’t poisoned it,” He shakes his head, blue shaggy strands of hair sliding over his shoulder. “That’s not my method.”

Your eyes widen at the words, watching his every move as he bends at the waist, drops the food on the bed, lifts back up, and turns away.

The door shuts and locks, leaving you alone again. You slowly slide down the wall, fingers trailing through your hair.

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DAY 5.

Your eyes slowly open, the small lamp at the corner of the room being the only shed of light allowing you to see. There was a tray of food next to your bed - a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich cut into a triangle, pack of goldfish, an apple, and a glass of milk. You lift on your elbow, glancing towards the window, frowning deeply. You then glance towards the door, tilting your head. You slowly stand from the mattress, bare feet slowly making their way towards it.

Your hand lands on the knob, twisting it slowly. It creaks.

You place your foot out, flinching when you hear a ringing. You quickly spin around, eyes staring at the direction it was coming from. You grab the light, letting it light the way towards the black phone attached to the wall.

You tilt your head, picking it up, slowly bringing it to your ear.

Your eyes cut to the side, blinking a couple of times. “Hello?” You whisper.

There’s a ringing - then loud screaming on the other end, making you drop it watching as it falls and sways against the wall.

“That doesn’t work,” You quickly spin around, lifting the light towards the man’s masked face. You stare at him quickly. “It never worked.”

You gulp, stepping an inch forward. “Please… Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, okay? I haven’t even seen your face. I-I just… I want to finish college. Make something of myself. And I can’t do that if I’m stuck down here.”

He tilts his head slowly, eyes staring you down. “What are you studying?”

“Psychology.”

He lets out a small hum, nodding. “What’s your name?”

You rub your lips together, brows furrowing. “Uh… Christina.” You lie. You don’t know why you lied.

His hand holds up a newspaper. “Lies,” He grunts. He tosses it at you. “Lies. You all lie. Why do you all lie?! I would’ve let you go! But… No,” He shakes his head. “You had to ruin it with your lie.”

Your heart drops, shoulders sagging as you stare down at the newspaper.

You flinch at the sound of the door slamming and locking behind him. Your eyes suddenly burn.

You lower yourself to the mattress, grabbing the newspapers seeing your name and face plastered on the front of the page.

Your lip quivers, forehead leaning towards your knees, shoulders shaking with each sob.

📞

DAY 20

You were getting out. One way or another. And now was your chance. Your hand grips the phone, standing in front of the door when you hear the locks being turned.

Your knuckles turn white, jaw clenching and raising your arm.

But it wasn’t the monster of a man you’ve seen. It was someone else.

“Oh, my god…” He whispers. “I- You’re-”

You nod quickly. “Please! You have to let me go! Let me go, please. I’ll-I’ll tell everyone you-”

You gasp, flinching at the feeling of something warm on your skin, eyes shutting. You slowly open your eyes, wiping it off. You stare at your crimson covered fingers. Something touches your feet and you stare down at the blood trail.

The man lies there, axe lodged into his head. A boot steps on his back, grunting at he pulls it out. Blood splatters hitting the wall.

“See what you made me do? Made me kill my own brother,” He mutters, letting out a breath. “He was an idiot. By he was my idiot,” He only had a mask covering his mouth now.

He sniffs as he slowly turns towards you, spinning the axe between his hands. “Now, where were we?”

Your eyes widen watching as he steps closer, boots thudding against the ground, leaving bloody footprints along the way.

You narrowly miss him, feeling a stinging against your arm - you’d worry about that later.

You scream, swinging the phone towards his temple, watching as he stumbles back from the blow.

Your feet hope over the rug, missing the hole you had dug over the days, trying your best to find a way out.

It would be for a new use.

“You’re going to regret that.” He growls, steps advancing towards you. He steps in the middle of the old rug, letting out a guttural scream. You could hear a distant sickening cracking of a bone.

You quickly grab the cord from the wall you had pulled, wrapping it around his neck, grunting as you pull.

His fingernails claw at his throat, red marks in the wake. You clench your jaw, foot pressing between his shoulder blades.

You scream as you pull more, tears slipping down your cheeks. You hear a snap and the struggle stops, his body slowly slumping over.

Your hands shakily leave the rope, standing from the ground. You stare down at him, sneering. You spit in his hair.

You’re careful walking around him and the body of the poor dead man. You slowly make your way up the steps, eyes taking in the normal looking house.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

That’s what’s scary though. People can seem normal. But underneath all the layers of what’s seemingly normal, lies something rotten.

Something inhumane.

And sometimes you can’t see it until it’s too late.

‘WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE A MAGIC TRICK?’

📞 tags; @slvt4jamesmarch, @maeriavizsendingjpmdose, @kaismanwich, @officerrrfriendly

📞 thank you for reading! comments, requests, reblogs, feedback, & likes are encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated!

#evan peters x reader #evan peters x female reader #evan peters x fem!reader #evan peters x you #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x you #cherry writes ✿

[grapefacegrfa]

I started writing this at 1:24 in the morning and I have finished at 3:12am. A wise choice? No. Do I care? Also no.

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"Happy Birthday" [I got lazy with the title, but I wrote a lot here. Gimme a break lol]

Scenario: It's your birthday, and the turtles are here to celebrate it with you! (I wrote this mainly because of my birthday coming up on the 23rd lmao)

Pairing: ROTTMNT Leo (Romantic), Mikey (Platonic), Donnie (Platonic), and Raph (Platonic) x GN! Introvert Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff :]

Yet another year of existence. You hadn't ever really seen your birthday as super important (not to say you completely disregarded it of course), so you weren't even sure what to do for the occasion. You certainly didn't expect to wake up to a phone call, and it definitely caught you off guard when you heard Mikey's loud voice shortly after you answered said call. "WHERE YOU AT, SON?!" After a few short moments of just trying to get your thoughts together, it hit you; you had plans to meet up with the turtles in the lair this morning. Well, it was more so that they had plans and kinda pulled you into them, but you didn't mind that in the slightest. You quickly got ready and rushed out the door.

After a little while, you arrived at the abandoned, usually dimly lit subway station. Yet instead of just 2 the normal dull lights, there was a small string hanging from the ceiling with a small paper note attached to it that read, "Pull me." You did as the note instructed and upon pulling it, you were met with a loud POP and small bits of confetti falling from the ceiling. Shortly after the loud noise, the turtle brothers walked into the room. At least all of them except for Leo. All three of them told you short happy birthday wishes before Mikey gently grasped onto one of your wrists. Allowing the box turtle to lead you out of the room, he pulled you into the garage where you both were met with two large canvases and many buckets of paint.

The two of you started out with just painting while listening to soft music playing from a boom box on the other side of the room, but it somehow turned into a battle with paint. Well, "somehow" meaning that you accidentally flicked a few small drops of paint onto Mikey's face, which escalated into flicking paint at each other. You both eventually called a truce on your light hearted fight and Mikey stopped you before you could attempt to help him with the mess. "Don't worry about it! I've got this covered. You go on and hang out with Raph in the living room." You glanced at the youngest turtle with a soft grin and gave him a quick side hug before thanking him and leaving the room.

Thankfully you had an apron on, but you still had paint over other parts of your body, including your face. You usually wouldn't care much, but you didn't wanna hang out with Raph looking like a rejected pointilism painting. After quickly washing off your hands and face in the bathroom, you made your way into the living room. Raph was sitting on the ground in front of the projector screen and turned his head towards you, a soft and toothy grin on his face. "Hey, Y/N. Ready to have your ass kicked in Smash Bros?" You chuckled a bit and sat down next to you, picking up one of the controllers. "You're on, Raph."

You ended up beating Raph in Smash Bros. And Mario Kart. And even a couple of rounds on Just Dance. Exhausted, you both settled on playing a game that was more chill and way less competitive: Minecraft. About another hour had passed and Raph saved the game, standing up to shut off and put away the console. "I don't wanna take up much more of your time since you've got two other people to visit with. Though I think Donnie's wanting to chat with ya first because Leo's got something real special for ya apparently." You gave Raph a short hug and walked off to the door of Donnie's lab.

Shortly after knocking on the door frame, Donnie spoke up and told you to come into the room. Walking into the lab, you saw them tinkering with a small gadget. They gestured for you to sit down in the swivel chair next to them, not taking their eyes off of what they were working on. You fidgeted with your hands as you watched them work, handing them the tool they needed when they asked you to hand it to them. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to hesitantly ask Donnie what they were making. Donnie didn't answer right away, but they turned to you before they did. "I've heard you've been having problems with sensory overload quite frequently," Donnie then picked up the small, cube-shaped gadget and handed it to you, "so I made you something that may assist you with said issues."

At first glance, it looked like a regular fidget cube. However, once you pressed one of the tiny switches, the color of the cube turned a royal blue with tiny rainbow dots that slowly blinked on and off, giving the appearance of stars. Or more like Christmas lights. Pressing the numerous buttons and knobs did various things, ranging from changing the color of the tiny "lights" to making quiet, yet satisfying noises. "It's rather simple compared to most things I usually make, but-" You cut them off. "That's not a problem at all, bud. The fact that you took time out of your schedule to make me something so wonderful is more than enough. Thank you." Donnie had smiled at that and reached a hand up to give you a fist bump before gesturing you out of the room. "I believe Leo's done with his "surprise" by now," they stated while doing the finger quote thing that people do. You nodded and walked out of the lab, walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's room.

You were excited to see Leo the most. You obviously enjoyed spending time with the other turtles, but Leo had always made you feel happy in a eay you didn't think you ever could. Even before the two of you started dating, there was something about him that always made your heart flutter. Standing in front of the curtain, you knocked softly on the wooden doorframe. Instead of hearing him tell you to walk in, the curtain opened to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you with a wide grin on your face. One of his hands gently pulled yours upward. "It's lovely to see you, gorgeous," he muttered before placing a soft peck on the back of your hand. A soft giggle escaped from your lips and you cupped his cheek in your hand, your thumb caressing the red crescent on the side of his face. Leo's usual smirk softened into a dopey grin as he melted into your touch. "Saved the best for last, huh?" "Well, I figured you weren't done with whatever you were doing..." You leaned up to kiss the edge of his beak, "but yeah. I did." After a few short moments of enjoying your touch, Leo gently pulled your hand away. "Wait here for a bit. I gotta go grab something."

Leo dashed out of the room and you sat down on the edge of his bed, looking around the room as you patiently waited for the turtle in blue to return. Glancing over at one of the walls, you saw his katanas leaning against the corner and a piece of paper on the shelf where he kept his comics. Before you could stand up to go over and glance at the paper, your lover had already returned with his arms behind his back. You tilted your head a bit, but he instructed you to close your eyes. You did so and you felt him place something in one of your palms. Once Leo told you to open your eyes, you looked down at your hand to see a small key chain from [insert hyperfixation/special interest/favorite form of media here]. A wide grin graced your face and you looked up at your boyfriend. "How did you know?" "That's easy. You were talking to me a couple of weeks ago about something new you'd been getting into, so I remembered that for future reference." The one time you had told him about it was when you where going off on a ramble and/or just didn't thinking he was listening, yet he remembered a small detail you stated in a conversation between the two of you. You stood up to pull your lover into a soft embrace, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Thank you. Mainly for always putting up with my tangents, but the fact that you remembered something so minor like that is so sweet." Leo pulled away and placed a hand under your chin to turn your face towards his. "I don't just "put up" with your tangents. I love hearing you ramble and I love your voice. I wish you'd quit apologizing for that because I promise you it's nothing you have to apologize or feel bad for." The red eared slider placed a soft kiss on your forehead before interlocking one of his hands with yours. "There's one more thing I've got for you before we go back out there."

Instead of leaving the room, Leo walked over towards his bed and grabbed a small box off of the bottom shelf above his bed. He opened the box, revealing a small metal ring with a tiny blue heart on it. "I swear this isn't what you probably would initially think it is. Especially since we're still pretty young and whatnot. I got that for you as more of a promise I guess? Like a promise that Im always here for ya. I know I'm not really a words guy or the best gift giver, but I also picked up on the fact that you'd been doing research on gemstones and stuff, so I had Donnie help me pick one out and they suggested sodalite because it helps with self-esteem or something and-" You cut him off by wrapping your arms around him yet again and smashing your lips against his. Leo melted into it, gently grasping onto your waist. The kiss was pretty short, but very sweet. "It's perfect, Leo." He looked down at you with a lovesick grin. "Well, you're prefect, Y/N." You both could've and most certainly would've stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the evening if it weren't for the fact that Mikey yelled at the two of you to meet everyone else in the kitchen right at that moment to have cake.

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This was stuff that I came up with pretty much right on the spot with little to no planning other than self indulgent stuff, which I'm sure is kinda obvious lmao

Anywhizzle, I may end up rewriting this at some time in the future if and when I ever feel like it. Who knows though hngnfksksbskd

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #grapeface written works

[dreamingofyeo]

Jar of similes ☆彡

Yeosang x gn reader fluff

1570 words ~ unedited ~ inspired by Black Friday by Tom Odell

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You walked down the path towards the fried chicken place, you’d been working on your art project all day and hadn’t realised how late it had gotten until your stomach had rudely reminded you. Your surroundings were, to a non artistic eye, rather normal and even dull in comparison to the rest of Seoul. You found it beautiful though. The cherry blossom petals on the ground, the odd feather here and there. The sounds of the city at night and the sight of its lights reflecting off of the puddles on the ground. Taking note of all the colour around you, you pull out one of the little jars you keep in your tote bag for exactly this occasion. You crouch down on the edge of the path, scooping a few of the petals into the jar to recreate the exact colour layer on for your project. You stand up and place the jar into your bag before carrying on down the path, you hadn’t even realised your phone had slipped out of your pocket when you’d been crouched down, too engrossed in your whirlwind of thoughts and ideas for the colour.

You wouldn’t have noticed at all if it were not for the sound of boots jogging to catch up with you before a tap on your shoulder. You turn around confused. That confusion is quickly replaced by intrigue and awe as you take in the young man before you. He is ethereal you can tell that much even with the mask and bucket hat and also familiar. Features sculpted onto his face perfectly yet in an utterly unique way. Like a painting. He has a birthmark blossoming from his left eye in the most delicate way, you’d like to paint him. You wonder to yourself if he’d be interested in modelling for you to do so. He could certainly do it professionallyi with his looks anyway. An idol even perhaps.

His voice snaps you out of your trance, it’s deep and mellifluous, though a little nervous and awkward all the same.

“Excuse me miss, you dropped your phone.”

You know that voice. As he holds out your phone with both hands, the pieces click into place but you decide against saying anything about it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or risk it just being a huge coincidence that he looks and sounds just like Kang Yeosang of Ateez. So instead you steel your nerves and reply.

“Ah I’m sorry, thank you so much” you say politely, bowing to accept your phone back.

You smile awkwardly and turn to walk, but not before asking if he was also going to the chicken place, considering there wasn’t much else down this path. Inwardly considering that he is Yeosang after all so the likelihood is high.

He nods happily telling you he’s been craving it.

You look down and smile to yourself, now walking next to him.

“What’s your name?”

This catches you completely off guard, you forget your name for a moment but get it out regardless, asking him for his in return. You knew it but it was an open opportunity to confirm it.

“Kang Yeosang, it’s nice to meet you.” He says, you don’t miss the beat of hesitation before the reveal though.

You smile and return the sentiment before speaking in as calm a tone as you can manage.

“I thought I recognised you, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to be wrong or make you uncomfortable, or both.” You say, laughing slightly at the end.

His head snaps to you at this, confusion and surprise written in his eyes.

“You know Ateez?”

“Yeah of course, you guys are so talented I love your music.” You confirm, smiling at him.

His eyebrows shoot upwards even more if it were even possible.

“You’re atiny? Who’s your bias?”

You laugh, “not telling, you can guess when we’ve picked up the chicken.”

Even through his mask, you can see the pouty smile forming on his face. You almost crack. Almost.

You talk and laugh for a while with Yeosang on the way to get your food. He’s certainly surprised, not used to having such tame interactions with fans outside of the occasional wholesome fancall and fansign experience. He’s being treated like a person, not like a doll to be criticised and controlled like some people who call themselves fans seem to unknowingly consider him to be. It’s nice. You’re nice, he could see himself being friends with you surprisingly easily. He’s also not blind, you’re very pretty, but he won’t let himself go down that road. He speaks up again after a bit of comfortable silence.

“How long have you been in Seoul for?”

“Not long, a few months.”

“Have you managed to make friends yet, or anything more?”

“A few friends here and there, I don’t think I’m built for dating here though so it’ll likely just stay like that.” You chuckle lightly.

“Why’s that? You’re very nice and I’d be lying if I said you didn’t have the looks for it.”

You feel yourself flush, looking up at him in shock, did he just compliment you?

“Was that a compliment?”

He laughs, that beautiful and adorable yet shy laugh of his.

“What else would it be?”

You shrug and laugh it off.

“True, well thank you, I feel honoured considering it’s coming from you.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

Is he messing with you? Surely?

“It’s hard to explain. You’re one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen to be honest, so it’s just a high compliment coming from you.”

Now it’s his turn to flush, he laughs under his breath thanking you quietly.

“You don’t believe me?” You ask, teasing him now.

Now it may make you cringe in the morning but you couldn’t resist. You pull out another little jar. He looks at you quizzically.

“I collect things to mimic the colour of for my art projects.” You explain quickly before getting to work.

He watches you in confusion, as you flit around the path and nature around you, picking up seemingly random pieces and collecting them in the jar. You bring it back to him, taking his hand and placing the jar in it.

He analyses the contents with just as much confusion as before. A feather, a petal, a dandelion whisp and a leaf skeleton.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’d put a snowflake in there if I could, but if it helps you understand, you’re pretty like all the delicate parts of nature.” You smile, already cringing inside for tomorrow morning slightly.

His eyes soften though, and he smiles and thanks you, pocketing the jar before continuing to walk to the chicken place with you.

As if to make the city lights more pretty than before, it begins to rain. Yeosang groans slightly, having forgotten an umbrella. You laugh and turn to him.

“You don’t like the rain?”

“Not when I don’t have an umbrella.”

“There’s not much point to them, you get wet anyway, might aswell just accept and enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it?” He asks incredulously.

“Yeah! You can feel completely free in the rain. It’s something people usually avoid, a little bit like emotion if you think about it, if you enjoy it then it feels freeing in the same way as feeling your emotions, not caring about anything, not about the people watching you or getting wet and cold, it’s just nice.” You say, you cringe at yourself slightly but you decide to take your own advice and just accept it this time.

He smiles, “I guess you’re right.”

“I usually am.” You laugh.

“Somehow I don’t doubt that.” He says seriously.

“I was only joking but thank you.” You laugh again. An idea strikes you.

“Come on I’ll show you.”

He’s yet again confused, “show me what.”

“How to enjoy it. Dance with me, no steps nobody to perform for just enjoy it.”

He laughs now, shaking his head at you.

“Come onnnn, let me be right again you won’t regret it.” You plead with him, tilting your head almost teasingly.

He shakes his head again, this time in defeat. You smile widely and take a hold of his wrists pulling him into the centre of the empty path. The rain is hammering down around you both now as you dance with him, no steps, no strings, just two souls exploring the joy of being alive. He’s laughing with you now, jumping in a circle with you, arms swinging up and down to no rhythm but your own whims. You let go of one of his wrists and motion for him to twirl, the water under his boots sprays out and splashes you increasing the laughter sounding from you both. He returns the favour and keeps twirling you around until you dizzily stumble to a halt in front of him, holding onto his jacket to keep stable. He wipes the soaked strands of hair from your face and you look up at him, he looks so happy. He smiles down at you.

“You were right.”

“I told you so.”

You finally reach the chicken store, and walk back along the path, cracking jokes and laughing the whole way. You reach the intersection where you turn left and he turns right, he turns to you and speaks softly before leaving.

“You’re pretty like the rain.”

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[tonystoy]

Stalker perv! Happy that is so glad he knows where Peter lives, that Peter invited him up one day so now he knows exactly where Peter lives, knows which room is his, knows which windows have a secure lock and which ones have iffy locks

Everyday it seems like Peter’s senses go wild whenever he steps foot into his own home, but he keeps brushing it off, he doesn’t notice how some of his things go missing. A few sweaters, some shirts, pairs of underwear

He has no idea that Happy comes in to his apartment while he’s at school and holds the boy’s underwear to his nose and jerks off in his bed. He doesn’t even take off his pants, he slips his cock through the fly of his pants, using Peter’s underwear as a cum rag, but gets risky sometimes and cums right on the boy’s sheets

Peter sometimes thinks how weird it is that his room smells a lot like Happy, but it’s probably because he’s gotten used to being around him so much

Happy keeping tabs on Flash, the button of a sweater Happy gave him having a camera. It makes Happy feel pure bliss as he’s noticed that he’s worn it everyday since he’s gotten it. Happy figuring out where Flash lives, Flash waking up to slashed tires, bricks being thrown into his window, shredded homework, etc.

Happy absolutely animalistic as the hidden camera captures something he’ll never forget. Peter threw the sweater on a chair one day after school, nothing to great until Happy noticed that Peter had gotten out the shower and walked into his room, dropping the towel and Happy already had his cock in his fist. It was absolute heaven when he saw Peter lay down on his bed, grab his phone and start playing porn as he jerked off, watching the boy jerk off. The sounds, his tiny whines and moans, Happy came buckets

After that day, Happy gave Peter a stuffed animal that had cameras for eyes. Peter had the stuffed animal in bed with him, it faced him constantly, and gave Happy a much closer look to the boy whenever he decided to jerk off

Happy sneaking in one day and feeling feral, a pair of Peter’s underwear at his nose while he humps the boy’s pillow. Moaning like crazy when he shoots his load all over the pillow, simply turning the pillow over and leaving

Happy crossing a line when one night he sneaks in through the boy’s window and watches him sleep. Admiring how gorgeous he is, he rubs his growing bulge through his pants, breathing heavily and biting his lips. Unzipping the fly and pulling out his cock, he’s doing everything he can to suppress his moans as he feels himself cum. Looking down and seeing he’s painted the boy’s face

Peter turns in his sleep and Happy just grabs another pair of underwear and slips out through the window again. Happy parked in an alley as he’s breathing in his boy’s scent and cumming all over the steering wheel. Peter waking up and just thinking of how much of a drooling problem has as he feels crust around his mouth, but then how did it get to his forehead? Weird…

★彡★彡★彡★彡

Should I do a thing where they get in a relationship and then Peter finds out? Should it be angsty? Or is Peter strangely turned on by it and it ends up being smutty?

#happyspider #happy hogan x peter parker #peter parker x happy hogan

[corpsekiller]

literally begging for mammon! please give me something steamy, your nsfw fics always get my panties wet <333

✝ 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖬𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳 — 𝖬𝖠𝖬𝖬𝖮𝖭

mammon has been constantly on my mind lately, this man has me wrapped around his little finger and there's nothing i can do about it. i was so excited to get a request for him, so thank you <3 @prestopronta this is for you, mein schatz.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. mammon x afab!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. nsfw!voyeurism, masturbation (fem and male), kinda perv!reader

MASTERLIST

"Fuck—"

Your cheeks flush at the sounds that escape the dimly lit room, breath stuttering in the back of your throat and bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you stand on the other side of the door, frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights.

The phone you clutch tightly in your trembling hand displays the open chat with Mammon, the message you sent a couple of minutes ago still unread — you had asked if you could come over and watch a movie with him, already heading towards his dorm as you typed the question. Of course you were certain that he’d see your text and welcome you with a snarky comment as soon as you stand in front of his room, but the scene that unfolds in front of your eyes at this moment proves you wrong.

You aren’t supposed to see this, you know, but heat begins to pool between your thighs and your body refuses to cooperate, refuse  to listen to your conscience that begs you to turn around and leave. You aren’t supposed to see this, you repeat, and yet you give into the temptation, lured in by his muffled whimpers and cries, to peek through the gap of his door and catch a sinful glimpse of your best friend touching himself.

In the dim lighting of his room, he looks like an angel.

His pants are pulled down to his thighs and his bare chest heaves with every sharp breath he takes as he ruts into his hand. It’s filthy and downright pornographic how he wraps his fingers around his hard cock, knuckles adorned with golden rings that glisten with the slick remnants of his spit and thumb sweeping over his swollen head to smear the pearly drops of his cum along his length. Each thrust pulls another string of moans out of his sinful mouth and your pussy flutters at the desperation in his voice.

Shit, you can’t take it anymore. A hand is shoved down the front of your shorts and slender fingers slide into your damp panties, coating them with your arousal before you begin to circle your swollen clit. A quiet whimper tumbles from your tongue in a moment of imprudence and you quickly clasp your other hand over your mouth stop any other sound that might escape your lips, though you can’t bring yourself to pull away from your soaked cunt.

No, you’re too far gone to care about your actions any longer, too addicted to the sight in front of you — Mammon has thrown his head back in a daze of pleasure and pain, painted fingernails digging into his thighs as he takes on a brutal pace, fucking his hand with such force that his bed begins to squeak beneath his writhing body.

Then another moan tumbles from his lips, a breathless call of your name. 

Your knees buckle and your heart sinks into the bottom of your stomach as fear washes over like a bucket of ice water. Suddenly, you’re pulled back into reality with the terrifying realization that he might have heard you, that he might know you’re standing behind his door, watching him jerk off like a pervert. He doesn’t even know you’re there, you tell yourself, he wouldn’t touch himself when you could hear.

The reassurance of your own words only lasts a couple of seconds.

He slows his thrusts and then he's looking straight at you, a teasing grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. You stumble back with a gasp and blankly stare at his door as the consequences of your sick actions settle in, wide-eyed and shivering like brisk leaves in the wind with the disgusting feeling of guilt weighing down on your shoulders. Your mind fails to grasp a clear thought.

So, you leave as fast as you can, certain that you'll never be able to look into his eyes again.

#🕷 — drabbles #🔪— murderous desire #mammon x reader #mammon fluff #mammon headcanon #mammon x mc #mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me imagines #obey me x you #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x mc #obey me smut

[bonfire-at-the-crossroads]

I’m going to try and list the events of today - just so I don’t lose track.

Dawn. Barnum got us moving by 7:00 as usual. Maggie had a pee accident in the night, and the stench was horrible. Bri took Bernie and Maggie out, I took Murphy, and followed up with the Woodge.

Fed the cats and started a fire in the stove in the kitchen. Yeah…we ran out heating oil yesterday afternoon. Had a limited supply of wood and coal, but it began to take the chill off…

Maggie threw up.

And now it gets serious. I googled up pyometra a deadly infection which un-spayed female dogs can get post-heat. Yup. Bri called the vet and talked them into seeing her immediately.

He called the fuel oil company and begged for a delivery - then off he went with Maggie into town.

I continued cleaning and moving things back to the studio - my client guy is coming at 2:00 to pick up his paintings. I bake two loaves of cinnamon bread, and loaf of white bread for tomorrow mornings breakfast. Swill down a cup of coffee, and keep tidying up.

The belt on the dryer busted yesterday, leaving me with two loads of wet laundry which will continue to be wet and will soon begin to get moldy. Bri ordered a replacement part and we will look forward to taking the dryer apart (AGAIN) in about a weeks time.

I mix a bucket of green mold killer and have a go at the front step and walkway - it’s become ridiculously slippery and neither one of us wants to hit the ground hard. I scrub with a chunk of old broom, and leave it to do its thing…

Bri returns with some cat and dog food procured from the vets - but no Maggie. “Shes going to have surgery today. She’s infected and has to have a hysterectomy.”

Barnum had surgery four days ago to remove a cancerous mass in his belly. Now it’s Maggie’s turn.

I take Murphy out again, apply the xeroxed info onto the back of all the completed paintings, and keep tidying. Magda the vet calls to say that Maggie will be operated on this evening, and promises to call and let us know how things went.

The oil guy shows up, pumps €500 into the tank - and leaves. Bri goes out to jump start the boiler.

It doesn’t start. “I’m going to drive to Belleek and buy more wood and coal” - and so he does.

I find the boiler-guys phone number. He’ll be here in two hours.

My client shows up, we chat, drink coffee - he refuses my cinnamon bread, but likes Woodgie very much? We load his Mercedes with the paintings (he’s brought me another BIG one) - I tuck several of my pillows and blankets around the art to cushion them for the ride home.

He does not hand me money.

Which leaves John the boiler guy unpaid. He arrives, works his magic over the next hour - I wrap up a fat slice of cinnamon bread and tell him we will drop his money off at his house tommorrow.

I start making the dough for tonight’s pizza. A figure looms in the doorway - it’s Pat. “I’m just coming from a funeral in Kilty and had to stop as we were passing. Do you mind if I show some people your house?”

Pat is always welcome, I would say “drunk or sober” but somehow we never see “sober”

He rolls in. He is followed by four other people from the funeral - three of whom are smashed. The kind woman who IS sober apologizes for the drop-in, but it really doesn’t matter at this point. They are roaming around the house, tripping over dogs and enjoying Pats tour.

The funeral is for a young g man who “was shot” -?! There is confusion as to whether it was suicide? “In his side” - and yet nobody mentions murder. We offer our sincere condolences.

The tour comes to an end, they all roll outside again - and we bid them farewell- “safe home.”

It’s now 8:00. The pizza dough is rising, the dogs are passed out in front of the fire - and we still have not heard from the vet.

It’s been a day, and no mistake.

[underthetree845]

How to Say "I love you"

Chapter Four: The Stars in Your Eyes

Chapter Index

Armin/Reader

Cws: AFAB reader, Reader is Eren's twin sister, modern high school au, getting lost

About 7.4k words

Summary: Armin and Reader continue to follow Hannah and Franz on their date, and are thrown into a situation neither of them could have ever dreamed of. 

The only quality time you really ever spent with Armin was at the bookstore. Since he first brought you there when you were twelve, the rest of your friends hadn’t really shown much interest. If they did, Armin would usually try to divert the conversation or come up with some excuse as to why he couldn’t bring them there that particular day and suggest a different location. If anyone questioned where you two sometimes disappeared to, he would just say you were going to study or read at the local library, since it was unlikely that any of them would follow you there anyway. It wasn’t to be a gatekeeper or anything, he just felt a certain need to preserve the hidden little part of the world you two shared. Sure, it was a public bookstore, literally anyone could walk in at any time, but in a way, it felt like a safe haven. You made an effort to go there with Armin frequently, and had even managed to make friends with the owner. His name was Louis, and he was quite old. He looked to be around the age of Armin’s grandfather. It was strange, both men got the same glint in their eyes when they looked between Armin and yourself. 

Those aisles, dusty wooden shelves, hand-woven rugs, that old-fashioned cash register, you could probably paint a picture of it just from memory. Even if the bookstore did close down one day, you knew it would always hold a very special place in your heart. 

Outside of that bookstore, sure, you would talk to Armin when you sat next to each other in class or occasionally drop by his place to return a book or visit briefly, but outside of that, Eren and Mikasa were almost always a part of the group. Not that you minded your little foursome, it was quite nice to have a close circle of friends that you trusted so deeply, but you sometimes found yourself wanting to spend time with Armin and only Armin. Were there things he ever held back from saying because of the presence of your brother or Mikasa? Did he ever want the same thing? 

-

Those were the thoughts that fluttered around your mind as you strode next to the boy, glancing over at him every so often and keeping a safe distance from your target. 

You had to take a selfie sometime today, no way you were passing up the opportunity to capture Armin in a bucket hat. Where did he even get it? 

“Looks like they just got their ice cream,” Armin voiced, eyes trailing the couple in front of him, “and they’re stopping to sit at that park bench.” You nodded, observing the situation quietly as your pace slowly came to a halt. 

“That means their date is almost over,” you whispered, your heart sinking ever so slightly. You didn’t want it to end quite yet. Although it was selfish, part of the reason you were happy about Hannah and Franz’s date was because you got to spend so much time with Armin. “He seems really into it, make the evening memorable!” you messaged Hannah quickly before tucking your phone back into your pocket. 

“Y/n…” Armin began softly. You looked over and noticed that his gaze was placed longingly on the ice cream stand. 

“Yes, Armin?” you questioned, a fond smile growing on your lips at his shyness. 

“Um… I…” he mumbled. Armin looked down at his hands with pursed lips, fidgeting his fingers around themselves. 

“Do you want to get some ice cream?” you suggested, taking one of Armin’s hands in yours in an effort to ease his nervous habit. 

“Well, only if you want to,” he replied. A fuzzy feeling grew in his chest at the unspoken intimacy of his hand in yours. You’d done it many times before, it was a special little gesture that he associated with you. No matter how much it made his heart flutter, it also made him feel safe, reassured. 

“Well, I do,” you said, bringing your hood over your head and taking a step forward. 

Now that you knew both Hannah and Franz had each asked one of their friends to follow them, you and Armin had little reason to worry about one of them calling you out. 

You both lowered your facemasks once you reached the stand, eyes widening at each tempting option on the menu. The place had quite the variety for being a small little ice cream shop at the edge of a park. You’d never actually been there yourself, but the amount of times Sasha had recommended it to you was getting ridiculous. She'd be happy to hear you'd finally gone.  

“So which flavor do you want?” Armin questioned, turning to glance at you as your eyes scanned over the text. 

“Hmm, probably a double scoop of this one,” you replied with a point. “What about you?” 

Before Armin could answer, the man inside the little shop took notice of the customers at his window and strode over with a wide grin. 

“Hello there kids!” the man huffed, “What can I do you for?” He looked to be about middle-aged, there were a few pictures of some kids taped to the back wall. His hair was black and curly, a few gray streaks coming from the side. He had a scruffy beard and joyful eyes, an apron tied to the front of his wide frame. For a moment you couldn’t help but wish you had an ice cream vendor for a father instead of a doctor. 

“I’ll take a double scoop of this please, Sir,” you said with a polite smile, pointing to the flavor on the menu. 

“Cone or cup?” the man asked. 

“Cone please,” you replied, and he set to work with his scooper. 

“And for you, lad?” the man questioned, glancing up at Armin with a friendly smile. 

“Oh, um… could I please have one scoop of strawberry and one scoop of coconut in a cone, please?” the boy asked, a slightly anxious smile on his face. You gave his hand a squeeze and he glanced at you with a thankful expression. 

“Of course,” the man smiled, “there you go, and there you go.” He handed you both your orders and rung up the total. This time, it was your turn to surprise Armin by handing over the money. 

“Y/n! I can pay for my own,” Armin pouted, and you had to stop yourself from squealing at how cute his bottom lip looked jutted out like that. 

“Oh please, you paid for dinner. At least let me do this. Please, Armin?” you insisted, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

God. Not that look. It made him weak every time. Armin felt his heart rate increase and had to look away for a moment. You were too cute for words, he couldn’t help but give in. 

“Okay…” he trailed off, slightly flustered, “thank you.” 

“Mhm!” you hummed, handing the money over to the man and having a taste of your treat. 

“I’ve been seeing so many young couples lately,” the man sighed, looking down thoughtfully as he wiped the counter with a rag. He wore a slight grin on his lips, his voice wistful. 

“O-oh no! We’re not-” Armin stammered, a slight tint coming to his cheeks. 

“He’s not my boyfriend!” you chuckled nervously. A small part of your heart felt stabbed at the reminder of what you’d always known. “Oh, I see, my mistake then,” the man replied with a slight bow of his head. “Either way, you two seem to get along very well, and I hope you have a nice evening.” 

You and Armin both voiced your thanks as you walked off, still half-flustered by his assumption. You could have sworn you heard the man chuckle when he thought you were out of earshot.

-

“They’re getting up,” you noticed, watching as Hannah and Franz rose from their park bench smiling and laughing to each other. You wondered if they would become an official couple after this date. Would they tell their friends or keep it a secret? If they didn’t want anyone to know for the time being, you were more than willing to seal your lips, and you knew Armin wasn’t the type to expose their secret either. 

First of all, Armin was just a trustworthy, good-natured person in general. That was something you’d picked up soon after meeting him. Second of all, the two of you already kept quite a few secrets between each other that not even Eren and Mikasa knew about. 

For starters, the bookstore was one of them. It was the perfect little hideaway that the two of you could always count on to escape to. 

You knew about the secret note tucked in the back of Armin’s book, the one from his parents. 

You knew the secret ingredient to Armin’s grandfather’s marvelous stuffed sourdough recipe, although that was more like a secret between the three of you. 

You knew that Armin had never really gotten over his fear of the dark. He would always squeeze your hand a little tighter or walk a little closer whenever you turned into a dark street at night, which to be honest made you feel safer too.

He didn’t cling to your nightshirt like he did when you were kids, which you enjoyed profusely teasing him for, but he still preferred to have a salt lamp on his desk or a wall plug-in nightlight to illuminate the way. Armin just felt uneasy at not being able to see what could be there. He was embarrassed, but you found it endearing. 

He knew plenty of your secrets too; like the reason your mother couldn’t find her green dress shoes for your cousin’s wedding that day (they were buried in the muddy part of the woods out back). In fact, they probably still were to this day.

He knew that you’d kept a small collection of rocks and seashells in a sewing box underneath your bed because Eren would make fun of you for it. 

He knew that you’d always fall asleep the fastest if someone ran their fingers through your hair while you dozed off, although he wasn’t sure if you knew that one yourself. 

On a deeper level, you and Armin shared things that weren’t what you’d call secrets, but things that came with an unspoken promise to not talk about with just anyone. 

You shared each other’s thoughts, guilts, anxieties, sorrows, joys; you confided in each other. It was like an invisible force pulling you in. The way his cerulean eyes stared back into yours, tinted with trust and compassion, made it impossible not to want to open up to the boy. It was almost like Armin had become a part of you. He felt the exact same way. 

-

“Wait, isn’t the bus stop the other way?” you tilted your head, eyes following Hannah and Franz as they began to stroll in a direction that definitely wasn’t the way to the bus stop that would take them home. 

“Maybe they’re taking the long way?” Armin squinted his eyes. Surely Hannah and Franz would have told you if they’d planned to go to a third location, right? 

Just then, both of your phones vibrated and you each dug around in your pockets to read the message. 

“Just going on a quick little walk, it won’t be long, you can wait there! <3” the message from Hannah said. 

“This will be fast, we’re just going on a walk. Best if you wait there since there aren’t any other people in this area, it would be obvious if we were being followed.” Franz typed. 

You and Armin looked at each other for a moment, contemplating the unexpected situation. “So I guess we just wait here?” Armin asked, replying to Franz’s message and slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"I guess so,” you replied, doing the same and leaning back on the bench you were seated at. 

-

The orange and pink swirls of the sky slowly faded into a dim blue, and before you knew it, the sun had almost completely set. Minutes passed like hours as you awaited Hannah and Franz’s return. 

“Do you think they got lost?” Armin turned to you anxiously. His arms were crossed and his leg had been bouncing for the last seven minutes. He was definitely worried. You wondered if he’d worry about you like that if you got lost. 

“Everyone who lives in Paradis knows this park like the back of their hand though, how could they be lost?” you replied, your worry bleeding through the feigned smile you had placed on your face. Armin frowned at this. He didn’t want you to try to hide your emotions just to make him feel better. 

You both decided to message Hannah and Franz just to make sure they were okay. You at least wanted to see them get on the bus to go home, it had been over twenty minutes since they disappeared between the trees. 

After another five minutes of no reply, you shot up from your seat and balled your hand into a fist over your chest. 

“That’s it, I’m going to look for them,” you declared, slinging your small backpack over your shoulder. Armin stood up next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“But Y/n, what if they come back and we’re not here?” he protested. 

“And if they don’t come back? What if something happened to them?” you insisted, your brows furrowed as you stared at the ground in front of you. 

“I don’t want you wandering the park alone at night,” Armin’s tone was firmer than you expected. 

“So come with me,” you placed a hand on top of the one he placed on your shoulder and you heard his breath stutter nervously. His eyes bore into yours as he mentally contemplated the idea before letting out a sigh. 

“Okay, but if we don’t find them in under a half hour, and they don’t message us, then we come back and tell someone so they can help us find them,” Armin exhaled, removing his hand from your shoulder. 

“Okay!” you grinned, taking a step forward and pulling the boy along, “Thank you, Armin.” 

-

Every crossroad you came to looked exactly the same, and the trees only seemed to get closer and closer together. Your hope of finding Hannah and Franz quickly slowly faded, as did the last bits of daylight in the sky, and now you had a completely new problem to deal with. 

“So how many times have you been through this park to say that ‘Everyone in Paradis knows it like the back of their hand?’” Armin questioned, his tone laced with irony. 

“Apparently, not enough,” you sighed in defeat, turning a corner only to be faced with the same rock you had left a third pencil mark on ten minutes ago. “This is getting us nowhere,” you groaned, crouching down and resting your forehead on your palms. 

“Don’t worry too much, we’re bound to make it out eventually,” Armin tried to reassure with a gentle smile as he took a pencil from his bag and added another hashmark to the rock. It seemed to taunt you. 

“Is your phone still not showing any service?” you asked, checking your own phone screen before slipping it back into your pocket. Your worry had subsided as much as it had grown when you found that you had lost cell service. That was likely the reason Hannah and Franz hadn’t been replying to you before; their phones weren’t receiving anything. 

“Unfortunately,” Armin sighed. He stood up and looked at your curled up form on the ground. “Hey, really quick, why don’t we change our voicemails to say that we’re lost in Fritz Park so that if anyone calls us, they’ll know where we are?” he suggested gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Oh! Great idea!” you popped up from your seat. Armin was happy to see that hopeful glint back in your eyes. “How did you know to do that?” 

“Just reading online,” the blonde replied, not being able to help the small smile that tugged on his lips. He was happy to be able to impress you, at least a little. 

-

After a little while longer of wandering along the path, it seemed you two had taken at least one correct turn, because this time, after rounding the third corner, instead of the rock, you were met with a cobblestone plaza of some sort. 

There were four street lamps in each corner, a small kiosk with two vending machines, and little green weeds growing between the gray stones. There were six brown benches total, four on each side and two in the middle back to back. The trees seemed to create a sort of barrier around the square, only parting to mark the beginning of more paths. 

“I think I have enough left for one water, at least,” you voiced, strolling up to the vending machine and opening your wallet. Both you and Armin had chugged your bottles after roller skating earlier, and not bothered to buy new ones. To be fair, you didn't think acquiring more would be this much of an issue.

Armin watched from behind as you slipped the coins into the vending machine, the glow of the cold light from inside illuminating you with a hazy glow. The machine was old, it whirred as it ran and the bottle landed at the bottom with a thump. The little metal flap squeaked as you swung it and reached your hand in, feeling the cool plastic hit your fingertips. You cracked the lid open and tilted your head back as you allowed the refreshing liquid to flow into your mouth. You closed your eyes with a sigh. It’s probably close to eight by now… you thought, estimating based on the last time you checked your phone, someone is bound to look for us soon. I told mom I’d be back a little after dark, but I didn’t tell her where I was going specifically. I hope she calls me. 

You opened your eyes again and removed the bottle from your lips. After screwing the cap back on, you were about to throw it in your bag before you noticed Armin closing his wallet and putting it away with a dejected sigh. 

“Hey, aren’t you going to buy water?” you questioned, tilting your head as you looked at him. 

“I don’t have enough…” he trailed off, zipping his bag closed and looking up at you. Your heart panged. If he hadn’t gone out of his way to pay for your dinner, this wouldn’t have happened. 

“Here, you can finish mine,” you offered, reaching the bottle out without a moment of hesitation. 

“What? I can’t do that,” Armin refused, feeling his heart suddenly hammering harder.

“Of course you can. Come on, you need to drink something,” you insisted, pushing the bottle into his chest. Huh? Why are his cheeks going red? you wondered. 

He hesitantly took the bottle from your hand and twisted the cap off. It was only when his plush pink lips made contact with the rim of the bottle that you realized why he seemed so flustered earlier. 

D-did I really just… your mind stuttered as you took a half step back, make him indirectly kiss me?! 

You felt your cheeks bloom with heat while your veins ran cold. It was like your thoughts were stuck, replaying the same moment over and over. Your haze only lasted for a moment longer before you blinked and shook your head. 

Come on, what are you, a child?? All you did was share a water bottle. Even if it does classify as an indirect kiss, it was completely necessary to our survival! you took a deep breath and prayed that Armin wouldn’t be able to read through your expression. 

“H-here,” he said meekly, handing the bottle back and making an effort to avoid your eyes. He left a little bit at the bottom, how considerate. You wordlessly took the bottle from his hands and slipped it into your bag, fumbling for a moment before looking up at Armin again. The silence was deafening. 

Armin’s cheeks burned as he looked at the ground. 

Why am I making this weird? I was going to say something… what was it? his brain raced a mile a minute. You were going to die if this lasted much longer. 

“Oh yeah! I-I had an idea!” Armin stammered, snapping his head up, a shaky smile on his lips. 

“Great! Tell me,” you replied. The relief washed over you like a cool wave on your skin. 

“Well, s-since it’s the trees that are blocking our signal, I figured if we reached a point of higher ground, some calls and messages might go through,” your heart jumped with hope at the idea, and he spoke as if it wasn’t the most flawlessly ingenious solution to your problem anyone could think of. “We might even be able to find an online map of the park.” 

Armin had always been able to do that, give you hope. Even when it was you picking him up off the ground, his unwavering spirit, even if you had to polish it sometimes, is what always made you believe that you could keep moving forward. 

He made you believe that there was something in this world worth living for, beyond just doing it for other people. Living to be by Armin’s side was motivation in itself, but he had shown you possibilities you would have never even considered before. 

Armin had grabbed your hand and taken a leap into the pages of his books. He told you about cultures from around the world; thriving ones, dying ones, the ones in the little corners of the maps that no one could see. He told you rich stories of history, you looked forward to whatever new history fact he had to share on Tuesdays, the day after his weekly museum subscription email was sent out. 

There was a period in your life, sometime last year probably, that you took an interest in astronomy; the study of the stars. Around the same time, "coincidentally," you began to notice books on constellations and star maps in Armin’s bookbag and scattered around his room. Your heart fluttered whenever he made the effort to share some of the information he just “happened” to pick up recently, or when he passed you little folded notes in class with tidbits of knowledge on the subject. You were touched by the amount of effort he had put into learning more about a topic you were interested in. In fact, you still sometimes received messages whenever Armin came across a new astronomy fact once in a while. 

Armin liked it because it reminded him of you. 

His eyes always sparkled the brightest when he got to tell you about the sea. “A huge lake filled with so much salt that merchants could spend their entire lives and still not collect it all.” Sure, you had been there a few times before, but the opportunity came rare with the flow of your life and the distance it took to reach the shore. 

Armin fuelled your curiosity for what the world had to offer. He made you want to try things, experience things, and you wanted to do it all with him. 

He made you dream. 

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The burning in your legs grew less bearable with each step you took. You wanted nothing more than to find the nearest rock, plop yourself down, and never move again. Armin’s voice was the only thing that kept you going. 

“We’re almost there, I swear. I’m sorry it’s taking so long, Y/n,” he huffed slightly, taking another determined step uphill. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m good,” you exhaled, and internally cringed at how obvious your lie was. Would you have to spend the night here? Were Hannah and Franz okay? You were tired, your feet hurt, your hair was a mess, and you were practically wandering through the park at night with no cell service and nothing but Armin’s phone flashlight to light your way. You wondered if anyone was looking for the two of you yet. 

Okay no! you thought to yourself, Stay optimistic! We’ll be fine. We changed our voicemails and chances are that we’re likely to get cell service when we get far enough up. Probably. I trust Armin. 

“My parents used to take me here,” he stated, a reminiscent tone in his voice, and your ears perked up. His parents? Armin didn’t talk about them often, he always said he didn’t have many memories from when they were alive, which was believable because he was pretty young when they passed away. “There’s a really pretty view,” he said quietly, turning off his phone light as you stepped out into a clearing. 

“What vie-” you were cut short when it felt like the breath had been whisked from your lungs. Armin didn’t even need to point out the view in front of you, or rather above you; it was too spectacular not to notice. 

A simple “Wow” dropped from your lips as your footsteps slowed and you soon stood in the middle of the grassy clearing. Your eyes felt glued to the sky, afraid that if you looked away for one second, it would all disappear in a single moment. 

Your knowledge of astronomy bubbled to the surface, and you found yourself drawing constellations with your eyes. Shiho, Dragon’s Tail… the Crane… Pleiades… huh. I remember more than I would have guessed, you thought as you studied the twinkling lights above you. 

It seemed like the longer you stared, the more stars appeared in between the ones you had been previously staring at. You had seen starry nights before, but never like this. 

Armin had been silent since you made it to the top, and you looked over to see him gazing at the stars, lost in his own thoughts. He said his parents used to take him here. You wished you could’ve met Mr. and Mrs. Arlert, just once, to see what kind of people had brought such a wonderful boy into the world. You wanted to see what Armin was like when his parents took him here. 

Maybe that’s what was bothering him. 

“Hey, ah…” you said quietly. The silence felt wrong to break. “Wanna check for cell service?” you suggested, pointing to your phone as you took it out of your pocket. 

Armin’s eyelids fluttered for a moment before he understood what you were saying. 

“O-oh! Yeah, let’s do that,” he agreed, bringing his phone to his face and tapping the screen on. 

As you were checking your connection, you looked ahead of where you stood and were surprised to find that you were on the edge of a cliff. Its rocky side led down to another field, where a few mountains were visible in the distance. 

“I didn’t know this park was right on the edge of town,” you expressed, letting your hand fall to your side as you took a step closer to the edge. 

“Yeah, it is,” Armin said as a small smile pulled on the corners of his lips, “This is also a really good place to watch the sunset.” 

“Hmm, we’ll have to come back then,” you replied, and noticed as Armin twitched his eyebrow. “With a map, though,” you added, and Armin let out a chuckle. Watching the sunset here with Armin would be dreamy. If you’d decided to search for Hannah and Franz a little bit earlier, maybe you would’ve gotten to. “Hey, I’ve seen a view almost like this before, don’t they set up the summer festival somewhere close to this side of Shiganshina?” you asked as your eyes scanned the distance. 

“Mhm,” Armin nodded, stepping up to stand beside you, “it’s held in the area just left of here, good eye.” 

“Thanks,” your shoulders raised a bit at his praise. Honestly, to you, him knowing the fact was even more impressive. He’d probably be wonderful at Jeopardy. “I’m looking forward to your grandfather’s booth this year. Any new recipes?” 

“You know he likes to keep it traditional,” Armin sighed with a light smile, “I’m also looking forward to it.” You grinned, not being able to help feeling giddy at the feeling of familiarity between you two. You had developed a level of friendship that could only be reached through the many years of life you both shared together. 

Even if it hadn’t exactly been planned, or gone to plan, you were happy to have spent an entire evening with Armin. You were flattered that he bought you dinner, running into him was certainly an unexpectedly pleasant surprise, especially given the circumstances. Hiding in the back corner behind the wall made you feel close to Armin. You felt special, hiding together, sharing a secret that no one else knew. Roller skating was fun, he looked so cute wearing skates, and you loved when he would stumble and grip onto your arm for support before pulling his hand back with a bashful smile. 

Everything seemed so easy with him. Laughing, sharing a meal, trekking through the forest late at night, talking, even to the point when you said things you didn’t even realize had slipped out before Armin was already reacting. 

You were able to repay your roller rink dinner debt by covering the ice cream, which to be honest you would have been happy to do with or without being in debt to the blue-eyed boy. 

Thankfully, paying for the ice cream didn’t put you out enough to not be able to afford a water bottle, but it was just enough that that’s exactly what you could afford; one. The image of Armin’s soft lips pressing against the bottle right after yours had been permanently imprinted in your mind. 

You looked to your left and found that Armin had taken his bucket hat off and was currently stuffing it in his bag. It had been part of his previous disguise, but now it had probably just been making his head hot. 

The moonlight reflected nicely off his blonde hair, it stood out an awful lot at this time, when everything else was dark in contrast. 

“Were you not getting any cell service either?” Armin asked, zipping up his bag and letting it slide off his shoulder onto the wispy grass under your feet. 

“No luck,” you sighed, doing the same and looking around. “Do you think we’re going to have to sleep here?” 

Armin pressed his lips into a line and gave your surroundings a once-over before focusing back in your direction. 

“Hopefully not,” he concluded, “maybe if we stay up here a while longer our phones will connect and we can call our families for help.” Although you could’ve said the same thing yourself, hearing it come from Armin did comfort you a little. 

Without cell service, you could still call the police, but your town didn’t exactly have the most prestigious law-enforcement system; everyone knew it. You weren’t likely to get an answer from the SPD (Shiganshina Police Department) this late at night, Chief Roeg was usually too occupied lighting a smoke out back to be bothered with the phone. Marlowe had told you himself that his internship at the police department had led him to be disappointed in their lack of conduct. 

Contacting the big city police wouldn’t do you much good; they would have trouble getting the SPD into action too, and if they did send some of their own officers and dogs to find you, it would take them quite a while to even reach the park, in which case you and Armin would have to sleep here anyway. Plus they’d be unfamiliar with the area. 

Honestly, waiting to call your families or the local park rangers was the best bet. 

“Then let’s wait,” you stated, bending your knees and allowing yourself to fall back into the grass. It was just as soft as it looked; if you stayed like that too long, you might actually fall asleep. 

You felt Armin stare for a moment before tentatively lowering himself next to you and resting his hands by his sides with his palms up, eyes up facing the same way. 

He was your golden boy, and as brilliant as he looked on a bright sunny day, with the sun shining through his hair, in his eyes, and radiating off his smile, you had always thought the night made his features stand out more. 

The soft white light from the moon lit him up in an almost ethereal glow. His skin seemed velvety and smooth. His hair looked so soft, especially with that gentle breeze blowing through it. Armin’s expression was content, peaceful. His rosy cheeks and pink lips added a certain layer of warmth to his face, all the more complementing those striking blue eyes. 

Maybe it wasn’t that you specifically preferred Armin to be lit up by sunrise or sunset or the gentle glow of the moon, maybe it was just that the nighttime seemed more fitting for him. He could calm the rage of emotions inside of you, he made you feel serene. Armin was soft, kind, never overbearing, but still shining and beautiful in his own way. He was always so willing to help others and be there to support those he cared about. He stood out amongst the darkness of the world, steady, comforting, bathing it in his light without even trying. He was like the moon. 

There was certainly a sun inside of him, he just hadn’t let it out. For now, he was just reflecting its light.��

You had been thoughtfully gazing at the boy for the past few minutes, so when Armin finally turned his head to look at you, it caught you off guard. You knew you hadn’t exactly done anything wrong, but you were still embarrassed to have been caught staring at him, so you looked away; a pink blush creeping up into your cheeks. 

There was silence for a moment before Armin grazed your fingers and took your hand in his. Your heart jumped; this was the first time he had initiated the hand-holding. 

Armin stared at the sky as he tried to calm his heartbeat. At this rate, you would be able to feel it through his palm.

“Is it how you remember?” your voice rang across the breeze, and he sunk into the back of his mind. 

“I… I think so,” Armin replied with hesitancy in his voice, “to be honest, the details are fuzzy, but I’ll never forget the first time I looked up and saw all those stars in the sky. At first I actually thought it was magic!” You giggled softly. 

“I’ve never seen stars like this before,” you sighed, “the closest I’ve gotten is the roof of my house.” Your eyes sparkled as you looked up. 

“Eren told me that you guys used to go up there as kids on the clear nights to try to get a glimpse of the stars,” Armin said as a breeze blew over you both, “do you still go?” 

“Hmm, not as much anymore. In fact we haven’t for quite a while,” your heart sunk a little at your words, “I’d like to, but Eren and Mikasa don’t seem like they have time to sneak onto the roof late at night. I don’t want to bother them with something like that, but it’s not the same when you go alone.” Armin sucked in a breath before he spoke. 

“I’ll go with you,” he squeezed your hand gently, causing you to look over at him and find yourself meeting his gaze. “Th-that is, if you want. I’d be willing- no, I’d want to.” 

Your expression brightened and you gave his hand a squeeze in return. “I’d like that too,” you smiled softly, “I know it’s just the roof of my house, but that place is very special to me.” 

It was special to you because it was a place you and Eren had bonded. It was a place you could go without having to worry about your parents bearing over your heads. They had always forbade you from going through the skylight in your room, which was fair. Knowing how you two were as kids, you would be hurt by something much more complicated than just falling off the roof. There was one time your mother had asked you and Eren to drop off a small package at the post office for her on your way to school. Somehow, that resulted in the neighbor’s cat being dyed green, and that package was never delivered. 

If there was one mistake your parents always made, it was telling you and your twin brother not to do something. 

Ironically, the night you two first dared to climb onto the roof, you didn’t realize it would latch behind you unless you wedged something under it, so you got stuck. That’s what the flat rock sitting on your dresser now was for. 

You were both too terrified to make noise and get the attention of your parents, plus there was a chance they wouldn’t even hear you anyway. 

You and Eren had resorted to making your way around to the front of the house, jumping down onto the balcony, and praying that this wasn’t the one night your father had remembered to lock the door. 

Sure enough, all you ended up having to explain to your parents in the morning was that you were tired because you were “-just playing a lot with Armin yesterday.” They had no real justification to not believe you.

Your roof was also special to you because it was the place you believed you and your brother had truly connected with Mikasa for the very first time. 

It was a nice place to escape to after a long day, and one of the best places you had to cry when you wanted to be alone. It was also comforting to know that if you stayed up there long enough, either Eren, Mikasa, or the both of them would eventually find you and provide a nice shoulder to lean on. It was also a very nice place for talks. 

“This place is special to me too,” Armin’s voice was barely above a whisper, “I remember running up the hill holding my mom’s hand, then my dad would swoop in from behind and pick me up, spinning me around while we all laughed.” 

Your heart broke a little at his memory. No kid deserves to lose their parents so young, not like Armin had. But despite having every right to shut the world out, he still shined brighter than anyone you’d ever known. Even if other kids knocked him down, he always picked himself back up and never let anything make him stop dreaming. 

“It sounds… happy,” you said lightly, disappointed in yourself for not quite knowing what to say. Little did you know, Armin’s heart swelled at your sincerity, and a small smile tugged on his lips. 

“It was,” he exhaled, “My grandfather doesn’t even know about this place. He knows that my parents used to take me to the park to stargaze sometimes, but he doesn’t know about this exact location. I’ve never shown it to anyone before.” 

“I guess you just showed me because it was a dire situation,” you concluded, “sorry about you having to expose it.” 

“I don’t mind,” Armin replied, “I’m happy I got to share this with someone like you.” His eyes shone as they reflected the night sky, twinkling so beautifully above you. It made you think about how big the world really was, how much of it there still was to see. 

“‘Someone like me?’” you repeated, turning on your side to face him, “What does that mean?” You rested your head on your hand and looked at the boy curiously. 

Armin copied your position, and soon you were staring at each other face-to-face. 

“You’re my… closest friend too,” he said softly, you could feel his breath on your face. “You’re special to me, Y/n.” 

If he was your moon, you were his stars. He had never met anyone that shined so effortlessly. You touched the soul of everyone you knew, reaching out to the farthest corners, never leaving anyone behind. There were so many different layers and sides to your personality, each one unique and stunning in its own way. You knew Armin from the inside out. You knew exactly how to reach inside of him and light up his darkness. 

When did your faces grow this close? Neither of you remembered leaning in. 

The thin, wispy stalks of grass surrounded you and blew gently in the breeze. The wind was fresh and crisp, gently carrying along puffs of clouds in the sky. Like a painting, the stars and moon swirled together brilliantly above you, hung like teardrops, bathing you both in their cool glow. 

You paid little mind to the scenery, too enraptured by the boy in front of you, your faces barely a whisper apart. The blonde hair on Armin’s head framed his face nicely, and it was almost too tempting to bring your hand up to run your fingers through it. His eyes seemed to be embedded with the stars themselves; they provided a better view than the constellations ever could. 

The longer Armin stared at you, the more he wondered how someone like you could ever choose to be friends with him, to call him your closest friend, to reach out your hand. You never gave up on anyone, and didn’t hesitate to help those in need. You were the bravest person he knew. Yes, Eren and Mikasa had also stepped in to defend him countless times, but you provided safety on a deeper level. 

You were the first person to step into Armin’s bubble. He didn’t think he’d ever meet anyone who he shared such a rooted connection with. It felt like you were a part of him. 

He felt his heart rate pick up at a pace twice as fast. And as if all that wasn’t enough, Armin thought with a gulp, you’re absolutely beautiful. 

With each passing second, time seemed to move slower and slower in a way you’d never experienced before. An invisible force drew the both of you in like magnets, inching closer and closer together. Your breaths mingled, neither of you entirely sure what to make of the situation, but neither of you wanting to stop. “Armin, you-” you whispered, before a vibrating sound came from your left sweatpants pocket. You stared at each other for a few more seconds before jolting apart and sitting up with your legs out on the grass. 

You squinted before turning down the brightness of your phone screen and reading “Mikasa” underneath her profile picture. As much as you were relieved that the cell service seemed to be back on, you internally groaned before answering the phone. Not the best timing, Mikasa, you thought as you put the phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?” you answered, being met with a few seconds of silence afterward as if Mikasa couldn’t quite believe she was hearing you speak. 

“Carla! She answered!” Mikasa called. You heard a “Seriously?! Did she finally?” from the other end in what sounded like Eren’s voice. 

“Y/n is that you? Why haven’t you come home? Are you hurt? Is Armin with you?” you couldn’t answer Mikasa’s flurry of questions because just then, your mother snatched the phone and asked you a very similar string of questions as you tried to get her to calm down. 

Armin had barely moved since you pulled apart, he was glancing between you and the grass, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. 

You noticed his cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red, but to be honest you probably weren’t much better. Your heart still thumped as you beckoned Armin over so he could speak into the phone too and reassure them of his safety.

The two of you shared shy smiles and soft blushes as your mother’s rambling seemed to fade into the background. Whatever just happened, it was mutual; you could feel it in your bones. Armin didn’t know what to make of the situation, but he knew he had to experience being that close to you again someday.

Chapter Five: Without Words

#aot #armin arlert #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #armin aot #armin fluff #armin x reader #armin x y/n #eren yeager #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #hannah x franz #ice cream #stargazing #armin x you #modern au #highschool au #lost #mutual pining #slow build #armin x fem reader #reader is eren's twin sister #childhood friends #getting lost #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot x fem reader #x reader imagines #x fem reader

[twistedroseytoesy]

painting the roses red!

fairly straightforward one for the Heartslaybl group. When the boys are painting the roses quickly due to a sudden unbirthday party decided by riddle once more. Mc is here to help though!

as mc walked toward the Heartslabyul dorm they heard some yelling and what looked to be a floating smile disappear just around the bend. things quieted down but a gentle melody floated through the garden as the mc walked in on 3 of the heartslabyul students running around with paint and brushes. To the prefects surprise they were all singing to the little melody that could be heard in the air. A faint pink mist floating above the perfectly trimmed grass. As they approached they couldn’t help but want to join in the song.

Cater: Painting the roses red We're painting the roses red Deuce: We dare not stop Or waste a drop Ace: So let the paint be spread All: We're painting the roses red We're painting the roses red Oh, painting the roses red Deuce: And many a tear we shed Because we know They'll cease to grow Ace: In fact, they'll soon be dead And yet we go ahead All: Painting the roses red Painting the roses red We're painting the roses red

The Mc walked through the hedge arch during a melody lull and walked up to the trio.

MC: Oh, sorry no door, But Mister four, Why must you paint them red? All: Huh? Oh! Cater: Well, the fact is, mx, We planted the white roses by mistake, And... All: The Queen she likes 'em red If she saw white instead, Deuce: He’d raise a fuss Ace: And each of us All: Would quickly lose his head

The MC chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation but feigned surprise at the declaration.

MC: Goodness! All: Since this is the part we dread We're painting the roses red

The mc quickly grabbed an extra brush and bucket.

MC: Oh, dear! Then let me help you! MC: Painting the roses red All: We're painting the roses red! Don't tell the Queen what you have seen Or say that's what we said But we're painting the roses red MC: Yes, painting the roses red Deuce: Not pink Ace: Not green Cater: Not aquamarine All: We're painting the roses red!

By the end of the little song, they had finished the last of the trees that had been painted. As they took a collective sigh as their work was done, cater opened his phone and took a few photos. They continued to hum and sing-talk to each other. The MC learned that apparently, a sneaky Cheshire cat had paid a visit to have a song bomb go off. Apparently, it was a song potion that would cover an area and make any in it sing for a few hours. Harmless but a bit embarrassing.

"oh no. oh dear!" Cater cried face pale and white.

"what? whats wrong?" The MC asked

"Its suddenly clear! that we panted the roses the wrong color!" Cater sang.

"wrong color?!" ace and deuce shouted.

"yes, it seems in our haste we went and waste, an entire bucket of red paint!"

"Despite that fact, we now know that, we're going to lose our heads!" Deuce sang worriedly.

"maybe we can fix it before then?" Ace asked readying some water magic.

"too late! riddles readying his pen..." He said pointing at the figure strutting toward the group.

Riddle: Who's been painting my roses red? Who's been painting my roses red?! Who dares to taint with vulgar paint The royal flower bed? For painting my roses red Someone will lose his head!

The others quickly scrambled to line up infront of riddle with a deep bow and shook a bit at his demanding words. Deuce couldnt take it and quickly blurted,

Deuce: Oh no! Your Majesty, please! It's all his fault! Cater: Not me, Your Grace, the Ace! The Ace! Riddle: You? Ace of Clubs: No! Two! Riddle: Deuce, you say? Deuce: Not me, the four! The group started to squabble and bicker, trying to place the blame on anyone other than themselves. After a few seconds Riddle screamed out for order.

Riddle: THAT'S ENOUGH!!! OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!

suddenly 3 collars clamped around the heartslabyul student's necks with a loud clank sound.

"noooo!" they cried.

"Come on Riddle! we didn'trealizee it wasn't an unbirthday today, Cater only told us to start painting!" Ace said, then he looked a bit surprised his sentence didn't rhyme.

"Enough is said, now go and tread to fix the roses that were made red!" Riddle sung loudly, signing annoyed at the fact he was singing.

"It seems your power, has fixed the hour of singing, they had dread. despite painting your roses red, please release their heads." The Mc pleaded. The dormhead glared a bit before looking back at the others struggling to use a hose without magic. He sighed before releasing them. Their bickering turned more musical but they seemed more relieved to start washing off the roses with magic than the troublesome hose.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst mc #twst parody #parody #my writing #my stuff #hope you like it! #had fun laughing as I wrote this #hope the added singing stuff made sense too #tried my best with those #there will be more songs to come #just be patient #thank you!

[chaoticproductivity]

I received this image as a writing challenge on Twitter, but I couldn't come up with anything for almost three months, until now. Let me know how you guys like this snippet and if there should be a part 2:

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The Uchiha family was in Milan, Italy, for two weeks of "work vacation". While Fugaku and Itachi were to attend meetings and make acquaintances at a five-day convention - the real reason for their trip - for almost their entire stay, Mikoto was buying couture and going to fashion shows. And Sasuke was left to enjoy his trip as he pleased.

And he would be enjoying, if not for the insufferable heat. 

It was summer in Europe, so of course, it would be hot, albeit it was marginally better than Japan because it was only dry heat and not that wet, warm, mosquitoes-attracting stickiness he was used to back home.

Sasuke hated the summer, the blazing, late setting sun, and the summer people. To avoid heat stroke and an undesirable tan, he thought he might as well be a good tourist and become more educated about Italy. That was how he found himself on a quest to visit all the churches, museums, and theaters in Milan.

Sasuke was leisurely walking on one of the blue-green - Italians had a name for that color, glauco - corridors of the Pinacoteca di Brera. It was a little way after lunch, so it was not crowded, and those there were all very respectful of the ambiance, keeping quiet or only talking in hushed whispers.

That is why Sasuke was able to hear, coming from across the long hall, the unmistakable sound of a Japanese cellphone camera going off.

He looked over there in time to see a short girl, long dark hair tied in a braid under a white bucket hat, almost dropping her phone in a poor attempt to muffle the sound. 

Too late.

A nearby security worker was already approaching her. Sasuke followed the exchange with his eyes while trying to get closer to hear the scolding the girl was certain to receive.

"Scusa, signorina?” The girl froze in place. Didn’t even turn around to face de woman. “Scusa?”

She turned and Sasuke hid behind a statue, pretending to read the information on the plaque attached to it.

“Scusa”, third time is the charm. The girl finally turned, looking almost purple from embarrassment. "Spegni l'audio dal telefono, per favore.”

“I-io… Dispiace”, the girl would not raise her head to look at the security guard. “I don’t speak Italian, only English and Japanese. I-I’m here to… Learn.”

The guard sighed and repeated herself in the thick accent of someone that only knew a few obligatory phrases in other languages in order to do their job: “No sound on phone, turn off sound.”

“Oh! Oh, no. I can’t turn it off.”

“Yes, turn off sound.”

“N-no, you don’t understand, it-it’s the phone, I can’t…”

“Turn off sound or go.”

Sasuke took pity on a fellow countryman, that’s what he would tell himself later that night.

"È un telefono giapponese, l'audio non può essere disattivato. Ma va bene, stavamo andando via.”

“Ah, il suo ragazzo? Ok, finché stai zitto.” Validated by the male presence that seemed to be more equipped to handle Italy, the guard went back to her round.

Sasuke waited until the guard was far enough that she would not be able to hear them whispering and noticed the girl had slightly relaxed before addressing her.

“What did you think you were doing?”, he started. “There are silence warnings everywhere!”

“I know and I’m sorry, but I will not be able to finish my sketch now, so I wanted a picture to finish at home”, she started to babble and gather her things at the same time. Only then Sasuke noticed the big ass paper pad, all the colored pencils spilling from her tote bag, and the art history book open to a page about Francesco Hayez. “I honestly didn’t think it would be so loud.”

Sasuke looked up while she finished getting her things to the picture she was sitting right in front of. It was quite a famous painting. He remembered seeing photos of people kissing in front of it while he was researching places to visit in the city.

“Ah.”

Sasuke looked down. The girl had stopped and was looking at him a little dumbfounded.

“We are speaking Japanese”.

“What, did you think you had picked up Italian from just that?”

“No, I was just… Not paying attention.”

“That a habit of yours?”

“Not really”, she laughed, finally standing up.

That was when Sasuke realized that she had been answering earnestly all his sarcastic comments and acidic questions, seeming not at all bothered that a complete stranger - even if of the same nationality - was kind of mistreating her.

She finished gathering her things, put the tote bag on her shoulder, the big drawing pad under her arm, and bowed.

“Thank you so much for helping me.”

She was leaving, Sasuke noticed. She couldn’t leave. They weren’t done. Done doing what, however, was a mystery to him as well.

“Why this painting?”

“Huh?”

“The painting you were sketching, it’s this one of the kissing couple, isn’t it?”, Sasuke asked while approaching the painting. By Francesco Hayez, hence the book. He had successfully prevented her from leaving. Why had he, though? “Because it’s romantic?”

He turned back to look at her and she was checking at the time. On her wristwatch. Her analogical wristwatch. On the inside of her wrist. She might as well be a 1980’s history teacher.

“I-i would love to explain about the painting, but I’m going to be late for class.” She looked truly sorry. Sasuke, however, for some reason he was trying to make sense of since his first move to help her, frowned, almost pouted.

“Just go, then.” He wanted to cross his arms but knew that that would seem very childish. “You’re welcome.”

Sasuke refused to look up at her, so he stared at her white sneakers. It was the same pair he was wearing. 

“I'll be here… Tomorrow. From morning until this time.” It took Sasuke a few seconds to understand that she had not left yet and was actually talking to him. “If you want to come, I’ll tell you about the painting.”

Then he looked up, at her never-ending eyes.

Tomorrow was his last day in that city. His family would be leaving Milan to go to Venice the day after that. He had made plans. His mom said something about a family brunch. Maybe go downtown with Itachi. He disliked visiting the same touristic place twice.

“Ok. Don’t be late.” Sasuke turned to the painting. “And since you are in Europe, get a silent phone.”

She chuckled, her sneakers squeaked as she left.

#tilim #sasuhina #sasuke #hinata #naruto #naruto universe #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ffnet #fanfiction.net #the kiss #il bacio #francesco hayez

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 26

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x OFC

Warnings: nothing beyond canon

They’d seen less of Elena since Caroline exposed her to the truth. The blonde was the only one even moderately upset about it. When she did see her other friends, she’d taken to meeting them at the grill or one of their houses.

The decision had been made for Caroline and Stefan to have a rather public breakup hoping Katherine would leave Care the hell alone. Lucy thought the plan was stupid.

“You two should consider doing the same thing,” Stefan said.

Lucy and Damon exchanged a look before turning back to the younger Salvatore. “No,” they said in unison.

Stefan shook his head but shrugged. It was up to them. He wasn’t going to waste time trying to talk them into it.

The next day was the volunteer day to work on the new park. Why a town this size needed more than one park, Lucy had no idea.

“Wake up, princess. We have things to do,” Damon told her as he leaned over her waiting for her eyes to open.

Lucy groaned. “Why are we doing this again?”

“Community spirit?” Once his girlfriend sat up, he handed her a cup of coffee.

She sipped it and hummed at the taste. “Can’t we just admit I’m antisocial and stay locked in the house?”

He tilted his head as if he was considering it. “No, we can’t. I’m on the council and we need to witness Stef and blondie’s big fight.”

Lucy sighed. “Fine. Find me something to wear.”

They both dressed in jeans and one of Damon’s t-shirts so they almost matched as they arrived hand in hand and half an hour late.

They split up, Lucy looking for Caroline while Damon searched for his brother. Lucy soon found the blonde painting a shelter with Elena. She greeted both of the younger women with a nod of her head. “How’s it going, Care? You and Stef still fighting?”

Caroline sighed. “Yes. He’s worried about Katherine.”

“You didn’t tell me that you and Stefan had a fight,” Elena said as she came to stand with them.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I want to talk about it.” The baby vamp released a groan of frustration. “He’s so stubborn.”

“To be fair, she did kill you, Caroline,” Elena said.

Lucy lifted a brow. That was actually a good point. Huh.

Care dropped her brush into the nearly empty bucket of paint. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

Lucy watched her friend walk away, dropping a hand on Elena’s shoulder when she moved to follow. “Not this time, Elena.”

She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest but stayed put. They were too far away to hear what the vampires were saying to each other, but Lucy had the general idea as they’d planned it out the night before. She just hoped Katherine or one of her spies was listening or the effort was wasted.

When Caroline stormed away, Lucy followed after to play the sympathetic bestie. “You okay?” she asked as she fell into step with Caroline.

The blond crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes with a little smirk. “It’s fine. I can’t make him be my boyfriend.”

Lucy hummed in agreement. “So how long do you think it will take him to figure out you’re still living in the house?”

Caroline laughed then covered her mouth with her hand. Despite Katherine’s short temper, they decided the safest place for Care was still the boarding house. If worse came to worst she could just stay inside where the elder vampire couldn’t reach her.

They walked around a bit talking about nothing and everything. Caroline came to a sudden stop and she grabbed Lucy’s arm to stop her as well. The vampire’s gaze was trained on her mother walking about ten feet in front of them.

“What’s going on?” Lucy asked once the sheriff was off her phone.

Care shook her head. “I don’t know. Something.”

That was enough for Lucy to jog over to Damon’s car to retrieve the gun with the vervain darts she’d shoved under her seat. She secured it in the back of her jeans before making her way back to her friend. Caroline took her hand to pull her to the top of a hill inside the edge of the woods just outside the park. “I need to be able to hear better.”

Lucy watched as the vampire tried to filter through the sounds surrounding them. She gasped and her eyes flew open. “Damon and Stefan.”

Lucy’s stomach dropped and she instantly felt sick as she followed her friend through the woods. It didn’t take long for Caroline to stop at a small clearing. “They’ve been here.” She crouched and wiped some blood from a leaf.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Lucy drew her gun for all the good it would do against any non-vamp enemies. They both turned at the sound of Mason Lockwood’s voice. “What are you two doing out here?”

She bit back the tirade that sat on the tip of her tongue. There was no point in asking if he was involved in whatever happened because of course he was. She really needed to start carrying wolfsbane darts. “Where are they?”

He shifted his gaze from her to Caroline. “I’ll think I’ll let your friend here sniff them out. Does your mother know what you are? I’d be happy to tell her.”

“Don’t be a dick, Lockwood,” Lucy said.

A beat later Caroline wrapped a hand around Mason’s throat and slammed him against a tree. She released him and he fell to the ground. A swift kick to the ribs had him flying across the clearing and bouncing off another tree. Asshole.

Lucy smirked and gave him a little wave as she hurried after Caroline to find their boys. It didn’t take them long to arrive at the old Lockwood cellar. Of course. Lucy took a deep breath. “How do you want to do this?”

Care shook her head, fear contorting her features. “I can’t go down there. My mom can’t know I’m like this.”

Irritation flooded through the human but she bit it back and simply nodded once. “It’s okay, Care.” She considered the weapon tucked in the back of her jeans. With good enough aim, even the vervain darts would injure a human. She really needed to start carrying tranquilizer darts. Not wanting to waste any more time, Lucy headed down the steps into the dimly lit cellar.

Liz’s gaze immediately narrowed and locked on Lucy when she stepped into view. “Ms. Williams, what are you doing here?”

“Came to rescue my boyfriend.” She held her hands up, palms out to show she meant no harm. There were two other deputies in the room but she kept her focus on the sheriff. That was who she had to convince. The others would follow their boss’s lead. “I’m kind of attached to him. I’d hate to have to train a new one.”

Damon released a pained chuckle. “Hey, Luce.”

“You don’t understand. You don’t know what he is,” Liz argued.

Lucy smirked. “Sure, I do”

The sheriff’s weapon immediately shifted to point at the other woman. “Are you one of them too? How are you all walking around in the daylight?”

Lucy froze in surprise and Damon tried unsuccessfully to push himself onto his elbows. “No, Liz. Hey, no. She’s not a vampire. Leave her alone. She doesn’t have anything to do with this. Come on, point the gun back at me.”

“Listen, Sheriff, I’m not a threat. I just want you to take a minute to think. Don’t react. Think. Damon is your friend. Do you really want to kill your friend?” Lucy tried to reason with the other woman. Tried to calm her.

“He’s not my friend. It was all lies.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Liz looked frantically between Lucy and Damon. Lucy took the opportunity to step closer trying to close the distance. The sheriff’s response was immediate and extreme. Pain slammed into Lucy’s shoulder before radiating through the rest of her body.

She hissed in a breath. “You shot me. What the fuck? That’s just rude.”

Damon’s eyes were wide and worried but there wasn’t much he could do. Lucy was surprised he was even awake with the amount of vervain they probably pumped into him.

Liz’s face was contorted in shock but before she even had a chance to react a blur swept into the room. The throats were ripped out of both deputies and the sheriff disarmed before Lucy could even blink.

“Hi Mom,” Caroline said from somewhere behind her.

Lucy shoved the stunned sheriff to the side and dropped to the floor beside Damon. She helped him sit up and he immediately focused on her shoulder. In turn, she ran her hand through his hair before cupping his face and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll heal. I’m more worried about you.”

She moved to sit beside him. “You can fix me up after you take care of yourself. Eat,” she said and gestured to one of the deputies.

He stared at her for another moment before moving to do as she’d said. Lucy’s attention shifted to the rest of the room. Caroline was kneeling in front of Stefan looking him over. The younger Salvatore was wiping the blood from his girlfriend’s face while they talked. Liz sat on a ledge along the edge of the room. She looked devastated.

Lucy rolled her eyes. She shifted her weight and hissed when she moved her shoulder wrong and a jolt of pain shot through it. Damon’s gaze shot to her with the sound and she waved him off. Once he’d drank his fill and removed the bullets from his own body he focused on his girl.

He kissed her head as he prepared to dig the bullet from her shoulder. “Hold on, Baby. This is going to hurt like a bitch.” Lucy screamed through clenched teeth while Damon muttered “Sorry” repeatedly. Finally, he tossed the wooden bullet to the side and pulled her into his arms. He bit his wrist and held it up to her. She drank what she needed to heal then allowed herself to just stay pressed against his chest for a moment.

Liz just watched everything with a dazed expression. She barely even registered when Damon stood and pulled Lucy up with him. He walked over to his friend and looked down at her. “Now, what are we going to do with you?”

Caroline was quick to intervene. “She won’t tell anyone. Will you, mom?”

The older woman said nothing as tears pooled in her eyes. She wouldn’t even look at her daughter.

“Mom, he’ll kill you.” Caroline’s voice was little more than a plea.

“Then kill me.” Liz’s voice broke. “I can’t take this.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lucy muttered as she swept one of the deputies’ guns from the floor and pointed it at the blonde bitch.

“Woah,” Damon said, pushing the barrel of the gun toward the floor. “No shooting.”

Lucy frowned. “She shot you.”

“Yep.”

“She shot me.”

“I am aware.”

“She’s hurting Caroline.”

Damon’s gaze softened. “I know. You still can’t shoot her.” He removed the gun completely from Lucy’s grip.

“Can I yell at her?” Lucy asked with a pout.

“Have at it,” he answered gesturing to the sheriff.

“Luce—” Caroline started but was cut off by Stefan pulling her into his arms and shushing her.

Lucy would have ignored her anyway. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said as she moved closer to the other woman. “Your daughter is right there.” When Liz still wouldn’t look at her daughter, Lucy grabbed her chin and forcibly turned her head. When the blonde fought her hold, Lucy only tightened her grip. “That girl is one of the best people I know. She’s sweet and caring and loving. And all of that is in spite of you, not because of you. Because you’re never around, are you?”

Finally, she released the other woman who instantly turned her head as tears leaked down her face. Lucy continued her rant. “Did you even know that she lives at the boarding house with us? Did you just think you kept missing her? Did you care? Now, she needs you more than ever and you still aren’t there for her. I guess we shouldn’t be fucking surprised.”

She turned away, too disgusted to continue the tirade. She grabbed Caroline’s wrist on the way by and pulled her outside. And while the brothers cleaned up the mess and decided what to do with the sheriff, Lucy held her best friend while she broke.

#damon salvatore x ofc #damon salvatore fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #vampire diaries x ofc #series: not about you

[pkmntrainersquid]

[A video, watch?]

The video begins, camera briefly focusing on Cyan's scarred face and limp, wet hair as he steadies the phone against something.

He backs away, walking to the center of the backyard. A makeshift practice dummy is set up a bit farther away, a wooden cross with scrap-metal armor and a paint can head.

Cyan stretches, loosening his shoulders. From the sleeve of his jacket drops a piston tied to a length of seaweed. He starts swinging it, slow, deliberate, as though another stretching exercise. The piston narrowly misses the propeller on his back, actually rotating in time with the swing to avoid tangling. One full loop over, and -

BANG! CRACK!

In a mere moment, as soon as the piston reached the bottom of its arc it shot forward. Cleanly blasting a hole through the makeshift armor, wrapping back around over the opposite 'shoulder.' The piston again impacted the armor, putting a dent into the dummy's chest.

Cyan gave a tug on the seaweed rope, yanking the dummy across the yard to meet his punch with a loud crack, denting the paint bucket and snapping the wooden skeleton.

The piston disappears back into his sleeve and he walks back to turn off the recording.

#chosen cyan #wanted to share some training #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pkmn irl

[hypnoticfever]

things you didn't ask for - quentin/jaiden | @blushdrunks

the man had forced his oldest friend to come over hours ago to help him. jaiden finally agreed to leave for a little while to spend time with percy, which meant quentin got their place to himself for now. it was their place and it was plenty big enough for the two of them, but he still wanted to give jaiden more room for her art. during her healing process, he’d moved things around enough, but it was an attempt done in the middle of the night by himself and he couldn’t do much on his own.

“that’s it, right?” quentin heard xander’s voice and shook his head. “what now? it looks fine.”

“shut up and move that divider—” a pair of keys in the lock cut off his words. “no,” he muttered the single word, head spinning to see the door open. jaiden took a few steps into their place with percy following. “are you kidding me? you couldn’t text first, percy?”

“i did. i texted him.” he heard percy’s words and brows furrowed as he turned to look back at xander. the other man pulled a phone from his pocket and scrolled through a little before ducking his head down, as if he were guilty.

“holy shit, i hate you,” he mumbled and shook his head, seeing xander’s shoulder shrug. quentin turned to look at his girlfriend, pointing a finger in her direction. “you. close your eyes.” he saw the confusion on her face as she tried looking past him, hoping to catch a glance at the work he’d done. “seriously, baby, i love you, but i will throw you over my shoulder and toss you out in the snow if you don’t close your eyes.”

“i’m going to throw a canvas at you. i might even throw an entire bucket of paint while i’m at it.” her eyes narrowed and quentin did his best to bit back a growing smile. that caused her to glare at him even more and he swore she was ready to push past in order to actually throw all her painting supplies at him.

“still violent, i see. still kinda doing it for me,” he mumbled. before she got the chance to reach out and shove at him, quentin stood behind jaiden and covered his hands over her eyes. he heard her huff and it caused him to chuckle. “just… take a few steps forward. okay, good, a couple more and stop there.” his hands remained over her eyes, keeping her from seeing anything just yet. quentin ducked his head down, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck before pulling his hands free and letting them fall to his sides.

“what…” her words trailed off as she looked around. “what did you do?”

“we moved the living room up a little bit since there was so much room and sorta shifted things around to give you more space.” it didn’t look drastically different, but certain things were moved around a bit with dividers separating the space a little better. “i thought you’d like sitting by the window while you paint. plus, i fixed the window, so it actually opens now.” the entire change up would give her better lighting while she painted, too. if she was going to be living with him, quentin wanted to make the space as much hers as it was his.

“q…” quentin turned to look at her, seeing her head tilted up at him and seeing the tears that filled her eyes. “i love it.” happy tears this time compared to the too many sad tears he’d seen come from her recently. he watched as her gaze dropped down and he felt her thumb lightly brush over the new tattoo on his wrist before seeing a small smile on her lips that started to grow bigger. “and i love you. thank you so much. this is perfect.”

#blushdrunks #quentin & jaiden. #i love them ur honor. i had to do it.