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beababoobies · 3 months

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hii i hope ur day/night is going good! can please u write a oneshot type fic where sal and reader go to a drive-in theater and are being cutsey idiots in love ? :3

hello hun! Im alright, work has me stressing unfortunately. I’d love to do that for you! Sorry this took so long, I hope you still enjoy!

Crash Into Me - Sal Fisher X GN!Reader

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“You know, I’m still hurt you wouldn’t let me drive.” You say with a small chuckle, resting back in your seat while your boyfriend pulls into the theatre, one hand on the steering wheel and one on your thigh as he finds a good spot to watch the movie from. “Number one” he starts as he backs the car up slightly, giving you both a good view of the giant projector screen, movie not have even started yet.

“you do not even have your license. And before you say anything, I know Larry has been teaching you on his gross old truck on the dirt roads, but I don’t even trust him to drive.” He says with a soft sigh as he puts the car in park, pulling the key from the ignition.

“For your information, Sally, Larry is a wonderful driver. He has only crashed into three trees and one electric pole.” You say defensively, taking off your seatbelt before slouching into yourself as you realized exactly how much that statement probably only made your argument worse. Sal looked over at you and you could pretty much feel the harsh judgment through the mask.

“fine, whatever.” You mutter quickly, leaning over and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, causing him to roll his eye. “I’m much too cute to get my license, for your information.” You say with a sarcastic dismissive wave of your hand, opening the car door, leaning back in for a sec. “Cmon, let’s sit on the roof. It’ll be romantic.” You say with a wink, and Sal dejectedly sighed as he took off his seatbelt.

You carefully hoisted yourself onto the roof of his old car, sitting yourself comfortably as you watched your boyfriend do the same, pulling himself up and sitting next to you, resting his head on your shoulder lazily as you sat back on one hand, the other running carefully through his hair.

You were right, this setup was perfect and romantic. Until about halfway through the movie, when it started absolutely pouring.

You and Sal had rushed back into the backseat of the car, giggling and completely soaking from the rain, leaning against each other as you watched the projector start to flicker, movie no longer visible from the rain pouring onto the windshield. He pealed his soaked prosthetic off of his face, chuckling softly, strands of his wavy blue hair stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face. The smile on your face stuck as you watched in awe of how absolutely lucky you were.

“I wouldn’t call - call that romantic.” He said between laughs, wiping away a stray tear from the bottom of his eye, before properly looking up at you, smile faltering slightly as he notices your staring, tilting his head.

“what’cha looking at?” He says with a smile, and you purse your lips together, the smile on your face refusing to fall as you leaned in, his eye falling to your lips. “Somethin’ pretty.” You responded with a small chuckle, before placing a gentle kiss on his scarred lips, returned eagerly and quickly as his hands scrambled to find the back of your head, pushing you into the kiss further, humming against your lips contently.

You kissed for minutes that felt like seconds, lovingly and completely trapped in the moment, the rain beating down on Sal’s car like music, until there was a small tap on the window right behind your head, making your jump and pull apart, Sal scrambling to find his mask and you rolling down the window slightly to find a tired drive-in theatre worker, draped in a rain poncho with a flashlight. It was only then when you realized that the rest of the lot had been cleared out, and you were the only two remaining.

“Sorry to bother y’all but the movie has been cancelled ‘cus of the rain. I’m going to have to ask you to leave, but you have a.. free movie on us the next time you come ‘round. Have yourselves a nice night.” They grumbled out tiredly and you nodded, rolling up the window as they walked away, looking back over at Sal, who was red as a tomato, prosthetic on the front seat, and you both looked at each other for a second, before bursting out into another fit of giggles.

“stop! Stop it, that - that was not that funny.” You protested, but only through chuckles of your own, climbing into the passengers seat after he climbed into the drivers, still chuckling into his palm, nodding. “You’re right - I’m sorry, I- no, that was unbelievably romantic. Thank you my love.” He teased with a smile as he leaned over and kissed the blush back onto your cheeks.

~ twas short, I do admit. But I’m gonna be honest with y’all… no I’m not. ENJOY!

#sally face #sal fisher #larry johnson #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader

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whumpeteer · 2 years

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So I watched the new fantastic beasts movie yesterday…

It wasn’t bad, tho there are almost no creatures on screen, Tina‘s basically not in the movie and there are so many contradictions with the original story, like (and if you haven’t guessed it by now: MAGER SPOILERS COMING UP!!!) Grindelwald ran for like magical President or something? Wasn’t really obvious but there was a vote and everyone believed this magical creature saw a pure heart in Grindelwald?!

I like these movies, really, I love the time period they are set in, I love all the characters, I love the fantastic creatures, but we didn’t even get Queenie talking to people in their heads! Lala? (I‘m terrible with names) was amazing tho.

I‘m a bit disappointed cause we only got to see Newt being amazing with these scorpion-spider thingys and that scene would have been better if the giant one had swivelled along. They say that he’s good with magical creatures like twenty times in the movie, but they take his suitcase away in the first 20 minutes of the movie.

And I don’t even want to talk about Credence or Aurelius or whatever. The pacing was so of and everything was so focused on Dumbledore being in love with Grindelwald and Grindelwald using this to torture him, that it felt like Credence was just another side character! He‘s set up to be the focus of the movie and now he’s just kinda forgotten?! We‘ve seen the last movie, we‘ve seen the post credit scene! Everything was set up to be about Credence, he was supposed to learn about his identity! We could have had an amazing arc about him hating his family and him being lonely and him coming to terms with it!

Credence duelling Dumbledore? Amazing! Where’s more of that? They had this one scene fighting where Dumbledore realises that Credence is actually a Dumbledore and he says something like “You are a Dumbledore but he’s (Grindelwald) lying to you.” and then just leaves. And then we don’t get anything from that?! What you want from that setup is a character asking questions! Working through stuff, going back and forth, a character eaten up by doubts! I want to see him try to contact Dumbledore again, I want to see him angry, at Dumbledore, at Grindelwald, at the world, I want him to be frustrated and desperate and yes there is a reason this is on my whump blog! There’s so much lost potential there!

Then there’s that one hint at him maybe having feelings for someone? Maybe Queenie? “He tells her to leave after he wanted to know wether she’s reporting to Grindelwald and she goes “I don’t tell him. Not always, not everything.” And I’m just confused, I still don’t get why Quieenie is on Grindelwalds side in the first place, because she’s clearly still in love with Jacob although it is implied like twenty times that Grindelwald took her memories of him, but that isn’t carried through either!

And don’t even get me started on the Obscurus stuff. They keep saying it kills their hosts and Credence is being poisoned by his parasite but that is such a minor part in the movie? We get Dumbledore saying, he can see the signs of the Obscurus poisoning Credence, we get one shot of Credence staggering on the way up some stairs and then he’s trying to speak in front of a crowd and collapses and all of that happens in the last hour of this two-and-a-half hour movie.

Everyone who knows a bit about writing knows the rule of three. You need three scenes and then you have the big scene. Three to establish a pattern, three beats and then the twist. Jk seems to have forgotten that? Credence gets three points about the Obscurus killing him and one of them is tell. I don’t think Dumbledore saying “I can see the signs, the Obscurus is killing him,” or whatever counts as a story-beat.

Give me Credence, stumbling into a dark alleyway after the duel, his hand against the wall and his body shaking with a coughing fit, give me Credence crying out when the Obscurus is ripped from him and have him slump down from exhaustion when the phoenix is holding the Obscurus back, have him screaming in agony when the Obscurus creeps back into him. Give me Credence, talking to Grindelwald and just collapsing. Have Grindelwald realising what is happening. Give me Credence, knuckles white, clutching a doorframe, just to say upright as his coughs shake him into falling down. Give me Credence, lying on his bed, back to the camera, the this fog of the Obscurus following streaky scars across his back from when his foster mother beat him.

Is that to much to ask for?

#rant #harry potter #whump #fantasy whump #whump ideas #credence barebone #aurelius dumbledore #fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts #obscurus #harry potter whump #is it too much to ask?#dumbledores secrets #I know there’s gonna be fanfiction about it!#It’s not like I won’t read that!#I’ll even write some myself #if I can stay MOTIVATED #WAIT? since when can u use Capital LETTERS IN THE TAGS?!?!#HU? I didn’t know THAT!

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years

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Ashes Chapter 9: City Lights

Pairing: Liu Kang x Reader

A good night, for the most part. You search for peace amongst the stars but you find something else instead. I hate writing summaries. Lol.

A/N: Hope you're all doing well. Thanks for reading! I'll be busy on Sunday because it's my birthday, but I will still be updating~

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Afternoon became an evening spent with Cole, Allison, and Emily. You ate an early dinner, returned to the hotel, and found one of Johnny Cage’s movies to watch. You mostly laughed at it. “Gist of My Fist’ was a terrible name for a movie and the movie itself, while it wasn’t the worst movie that you had ever watched, was pretty up there. You had no qualms with bad movies. Watching it had at least prepared you for tomorrow if you had to use your arcana to persuade the actor into helping you.

When they were ordering room service and preparing another movie you said your farewells. It was late, you’d claimed, and you weren’t very hungry. You were socially exhausted, and you really weren’t hungry. So, it hadn’t exactly been a lie. It had been ages since you’d spent that much time with anyone outside of Kung Lao and Liu Kang in a social setting and it had drained you. You had forgotten how exhausting other people could be. They were incredibly nice, and you had become more comfortable around them, but you still needed to recharge your social battery.

That and you had to resist going to the bar for a drink.

Whiskey had been your lullaby nearly every night after Kung Lao had died.

Waking up next to Liu Kang had sobered you up but it had been days since then and your brain was so loud. A little drink would quiet it down. It was a bad idea, and you knew that but it didn’t mean you didn’t want to. The price of liquor at the hotel was enough to make you decide to think on it.

Instead, you decided to go to the roof where there was a garden setup for guests. At that late at night most people were leaving the garden, bothered by the nighttime bugs. You sat away from those who remained for some time, watching the world pass by below and the clouds moving over the ocean in the distance.

As time passed, you were left alone. You were both grateful for the silence and frustrated by the thoughts that immediately filled it. There had been a time where you’d been grateful to be alone and now it was torture. Raiden had been right to send Liu with you except that he was a big part of the reason that your thoughts were torture.

A pretty substantial part of why your thoughts were torture, actually.

What did anything mean anymore? You didn’t know.

Seated on one of the garden benches, you stayed silent for a long time. Once certain you were alone, you dared to do something that you hadn’t done since he’d died.

You drew Kung Lao.

He stood before you, tall, with a permanent look of smug satisfaction on his face. You walked around him and admired the details in his clothing right down to the misplaced thread on his favorite shirt. Then you stood beside him and watched the night sky. The stars were few and far between. There were too many lights in that part of the world to see the majesty of the night sky that you had admired only nights before alongside Liu Kang.

“I miss you.” You knew that the drawing couldn’t respond. It wasn’t real. Kung Lao was gone. You were alone. “I wish that I could talk to you. I wish I could tell you all the things that I made you wait to hear.” All you’d wanted was a conversation. A real conversation about what he thought marriage meant, about the fighting you’d done in the past few months. A moment for you to be honest about your history with Liu Kang.

Instead, he’d died and you’d never gotten the chance to say yes. You’d never gotten to understand what any of it had meant. You should have just said yes, damnit.

Liu Kang’s words were eating you alive.

Had your connection to him made you hesitate? He’d broken your heart and you’d gotten over him, sort of. You’d distanced yourself, at least. Now you were tearing yourself apart from the inside out because you were afraid it was true. What did it matter if it was? You would never know. Even so, you fixated next to the carefully crafted apparition of a man that you’d loved with your whole heart.

Nothing about this was healthy.

You were exhausted.

Stepping back from the drawing of Kung Lao, you lowered into a ready position. When you’d been angry with each other, bored, or you were frustrated, Kung Lao would spar with you. It usually ended up with you wrestling around laughing or in bed. Sometimes both. The drawing of Kung Lao did as you asked. It fought you and for a time it was soothing to keep up the action of something that you were good at.

You lost your balance on the stone and the ink caught you, wrapping its arms around you, and pulling you close against it. You admired his face and he smiled. He smiled because you wanted him to smile. Just the way that he used to. His hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into it, resting your hand over his.

Your eyes misted with tears. “I’m sorry, Kung Lao.” Time was supposed to heal all things but you weren’t sure that anything could do away with the guilt you felt. Closing your eyes, you tried to pretend that the hand wasn’t cold, dark ink. It was his warm and comforting hand. He would be there smiling down at you, telling you that you’d worried over nothing. You’d overthought it.

Then you were falling, your footing completely lost. Water pulled back from the shore, moving further and further away. It would come back tall and angry; it was a pattern you recognized. It meant you had to run but you couldn’t move. Hadn’t you been on the roof? The sand was hot beneath your toes and you were stuck. Your body was rooted firmly in place beyond your control.

The water rose in a wild roar, obscuring the sky with a sun that burned a brilliant red. You tried to scream, to warn others who might be in danger but there was no one. The air was suffocatingly hot, scorching. But as the wave grew closer, your stomach dropped into a tremendous pit and you felt sick. The air stunk of death and a wave of bodies soared toward you, towering high above. Winged creatures like giant bugs flew overhead through the dark skies. They were massive and you tried to get a better look, but the sun was so bright you couldn’t make out much of their features.

A dark figure stood before the wave of bodies surrounded by the roaring of souls. A hand grabbed your arm and turned you around swiftly.

Kung Lao.

Your heart stopped.

“You have to run, Y/N,” he whispered with such urgency that you swore it was really him. There was no way. It wasn’t possible! Before your eyes, his skin became sallow and sickly, deteriorating and rotting, cracked and filled with green mist. You fought his grip in a panic and pulled back. “Y/N…”

Your feet unstuck from the sand and you gasped, falling backwards. You braced yourself for the fall but instead you were saved by a pair of strong, inky arms. You grasped desperately onto the form and caught your breath. Your lungs ached as though they were being crushed.

The drawing of Kung Lao had caught you.

You buried yourself against the drawing’s chest and sobbed as you caught your breath.

This was not Kung Lao. Your grasp on the drawing tightened.

It was Liu Kang.

Panicked, you dropped the magic and collapsed to your knees out of breath and trembling from head to toe. You were clammy and dripping with sweat. Cursing under your breath you held your head in your hands. That hadn’t been a dream. The other night hadn’t been either. You should have known better. What did it mean? And what were you going to do about it? You had to talk to Raiden. He would know what to do.

This was the last thing that you needed right now.

Stumbling to your feet you made your way back to the garden bench just as the door opened behind you. Resting your elbows on your knees, you fanned your face and tried to will away the nausea left behind by the vision. It was already disappearing from your memory. You’d never been good at interpreting what your visions meant. They’d mostly made you sick.

Liu Kang stopped on the other side of the garden bench and avoided your eyes. “Oh.”

“I can go.” You needed a minute to be steady on your feet, but you’d had your time on the roof with the few stars.

“You don’t have to. I just wanted to see the stars.” He folded his arms over his chest.

“Too much light pollution. You can’t see much.” You pushed your hair away from your face and rested your hands on your knees afterwards. The world was still spinning. Liu was watching you and then sat next to you on the bench.

“Are you okay?” He made to rest a hand on your back but stopped himself.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re gray.”

“I’m tired. That’s all.”

“I haven’t seen you this gray since you first came to the temple, and you had…” He drifted off as if realizing exactly why you were that gray. You wanted to deny it until you could talk to Raiden, but your body betrayed you. You were too tired to fake it. Your fingers were tingling with numbness, and you were nauseous.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “I’m fine.”

“If you had a vision, you would tell me, right?”

“I’m not in the mood for this.”

“Y/N, don’t be unreasonable.”

“Do you have a reason to still be talking to me? Or are you just here to make tonight harder?” You didn’t mean to snap at him and immediately regretted it. You were feeling sick and defensive. Also, you had accidentally made him out of ink for the first time in years and wondered what that meant for your subconscious.

He smiled. You turned away and pouted. “I thought you’d been lying about having a temper to make me feel better.” You puffed up your cheeks in frustration. “I owe you another apology, I think.” He counted on his fingers, and you turned back to watch him. “That’s the third one this week, right?”

“You probably owe me more than one apology at this point.”

“Yeah, but how many times can I apologize before it becomes meaningless?” He was trying to joke with you, and you needed to try and unclench. It was bad timing, all of it. “I am though. Sorry, that is. Not about last night, well maybe about pushing you so hard but… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take any of this out on you.”

“I know.” Perhaps that was part of why it had hurt so badly. None of it had ever felt like your Liu Kang. “I’m sorry too. I handled it poorly.”

“I’ve been told that we’re grieving.” He clasped his hands before him.

“Yeah, that’s what we keep saying.”

“I had an idea.”

“Is this idea going to make us yell at each other? Because if it is then I would very much like the chance to reschedule.”

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t think it will.” His brow furrowed into a line.

“Well, go for it, I guess. Idea away.”

“I’m grieving in my own way.” He shrugged but he looked weighed down and you felt guilty again. “Not well, obviously. And you’re grieving in your own way too. Also, poorly I might add.”

“I thought you said that you weren’t picking a fight.”

“I’m not.” He reassured you. “I thought that maybe we could try grieving together.” He was staring at you again, and you sighed heavily.

“I don’t know, Liu.” You could think of a dozen reasons why that was a bad idea and wouldn’t work off the top of your head. But it was the first non-confrontational thing he’d done in days. “He was your brother. You lost something like a limb. I love Kung Lao but what we had was different. Our grief is not the same.”

“Your grief is no less significant than mine, Y/N.”

“It is, Liu. You lost more than I did. I know what I lost. But it’s different. You lost so much more.” Your eyes were burning again. God, you were so frustrated with your emotions.

“And now I’m losing you too.” Liu spoke with a bite of frustration and then looked as if it was taking all his focus not to lash out. “I don’t want to lose you, Y/N.”

“I can’t fill the void that Lao left behind.”

“I don’t want you to. I don’t even want you to fill the void that you left behind.” He held his head in his hands. You wanted to say you didn’t do that, he had pushed you away, but you also knew why he’d done it. This was a terrible mixed bag of emotions. If you said that then you would definitely end up fighting again. You held your tongue. “I miss you. I don’t need you to fill a void. I just need you.”

“Liu…” You hesitated and felt the guilt in the pit of your stomach again. But he was asking for something for himself, and you couldn’t tell him no. He never asked for anything for himself. He picked up your hand like it were something delicate and you felt your heart just aching. What would Kung Lao do if he could see you now? In your mind’s eye you could see him resting his hands on your shoulders and telling you it was okay. But that was just what you wanted to see.

“Don’t do that, Y/N.” Liu’s eyes were glassy too and he turned away. “You’re allowed to have feelings.”

“Isn’t this part of why we keep fighting?” You sniffled but didn’t pull your hand away from his. “You keep making assumptions about what I’m feeling. Saying things without thinking first. You have no idea what’s going on in my head, Liu Kang.”

“I’m not trying to start a fight, I promise.” Liu closed his eyes as if to try and recite what he would say so it wouldn’t come out wrong. He used to be so thoughtful. This really was taking a toll on you both. “I just know you well enough, or I think I do, to see that you’re beating yourself up for things that are beyond your control.”

“I…” You hesitated and then pulled your hand back. “Kung Lao…”

“Kung Lao loved you, Y/N.” Liu Kang said with a huff. Did he resent that he had? “He wanted you to be happy. It would crush him to see you now.”

“I know that, Liu. I know and… he would have wanted that for you too. You always put your needs beneath his and he let you without realizing, I think and…” You didn’t mean to say that, and Liu was staring at you in surprise as if he hadn’t realized that he’d been doing that either. When you caught his gaze, he turned to avoid you. You were playing an extremely dangerous game of cat and mouse. “It’s impossible to know what might have been, Liu Kang. To know how it would have turned out. What he would have wanted. No matter how I spin it in my head there is nothing to be done that can change the truth that he’s gone.” You spoke slowly and carefully, not wanting to escalate the sudden tension further if you could help it. It only ended one of two ways and both of those were destructive. “No matter what I tell myself… it doesn’t ease my guilt.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Liu was sounding bitter again and you held your head in your hands once more. You were still nauseous. This was the worst.

“I don’t have it in me to fight with you tonight, Liu,” you whispered. “I just don’t. Give me a day or two and we can be at each other’s throats again.”

“I don’t want to fight with you, Y/N.” He turned to you again. “We need to talk.”

“I know but I’m not sure we can do that without fighting.” You closed your eyes. You sat in uncomfortable silence, a now common occurrence. Your stomach was in knots.

“Are you sick because you had a vision? Or are you sick with grief, Y/N?” His tone was soft as if he were trying to ask a hard question without making it sound like a confrontation. You whined.

“I had a vision, okay?” You confessed. “I don’t know what it means. I need to talk to Raiden. It’s already almost gone. I remember a beach. I remember… being stuck and then I fell and…” The details were like drops of soap in water. Impossible to catch once they’d been mixed in. “I’ll be fine. It had just happened when you got here.”

“Have you eaten?”

“I had dinner with Cole and his family.” You decided to turn the tables on him. “Have you eaten?” He looked affronted.

“I… no… ummm…”

“Pot, kettle, black.” You poked his shoulder, and he smiled a little. “Stop worrying about me. Don’t fixate on it. I’m fine. Raiden will figure it out when we get back.” You reassured him and then sat there together quietly again, unsure what to say. You did know one thing, at least. “You need to eat.”

“I ate earlier, just been since this morning.”

“I stand by what I said.”

“I’ll eat if you come with me.” He suggested. “We can grab a drink in Kung Lao’s honor and reminisce. Try that grieving thing together.”

“That’s a terrible idea.” You laughed as he looked instantly insulted. “Liu, us and liquor? Historically? Not good.” Liquor made the consequences seem less significant. It made you care less about what went wrong. It clearly made him a little bolder, too.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t think about that.” He smiled a little. “No alcohol then. I just thought that it might make it easier to talk about the things that we are finding difficult to talk about if we had a drink.”

“Well, it would make some things easier but who knows how we’d feel about that tomorrow.” You wished, just for a brief second, that you remembered the night you’d had. You got all the trouble without any of the fun! You were sure that you’d had fun, but you couldn’t remember it, dammit.

“How about it, Y/N? We go downstairs to the bar, grab some food, no alcohol… we just… talk. Grieve.”

You considered it. You weren’t sure how that was going to work. You were in a place where the slightest thing could turn your conversation into an argument at the drop of a hat. But if you could find common ground to stand on then maybe it might make the rest of what you needed to say less painful.

“Okay.” You finally replied and Liu Kang seemed genuinely surprised.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. The truth is, Liu, that I miss you. This has been so incredibly trying and difficult for so many reasons. I swear though, if you make me cry again? I am going to punch you. No more slapping. Big ol’ punch. You will have a black eye to explain.” You didn’t think you’d actually punch him, but the threat was a little funny.

“Honestly, I am impressed that you haven’t yet.” Liu Kang stood and offered you his hand. “I stand by most of what I said though, even if I apologized.” He shrugged and you ran your tongue over your teeth and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t start, Liu.”

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jasontoddsbae · 3 years

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Gamer

Request for: @princesslanawe

WARNING: oral and desk sex

Y/N hated video games and the reason for that is that her boyfriend jason todd, has became hooked on them. For the past week he hasn't left his PC alone. Y/N hasn't been able to spend much time with him because of him and his fucking gaming. She wanted her Jason back. The one that would give in to her needs. The one that would cuddle with her during the day and watch shitty action movies. She had a plan.

It was past 10am. Y/N had only just woken up and felt a pool of wetness in-between her legs. Reaching down to feel it she gasped at how wet she was. Looking around the room she groaned in frustration when her boyfriend wasn't in sight and slipped on the shorts that were discarded on the floor the night before along with one of Jason's giant hoodies. She opened the bedroom door and immediately heard jason cursing his ass off..most likely at his game y/n thought.

"Fucking asshole. Honestly. Get fucked" he mumbled. Jason had a good setup. A red light up PC motor and keyboard with a black and red mouse. 2 PC screens. A red and black headset and a red and black high back wheeled gaming chair and a black wooden desk that took up a lot of room. She rolled her eyes and ignored it walking to the kitchen to poor herself a bowl of cereal.

"Fuck Off! Stop fucking shooting at me" he yelled. Eyes glued to the screen.

"Maybe you should turn it off and give it a break if its stressing you out" y/n suggested with a little hope burning inside of her that he would listen.

"No its fine" he mumbles back. She stopped what she was doing and looked down at the counter with trying to hold back an argument she had in her head. She couldn't take her frustration out on him because it wasn't fair. She knew it would turn in to an argument and shouting at jason just wasn't fair on him. An idea then immediately hit her and she grinned. Turning to leave the kitchen she headed Jason's way.

"The next time you fucking shoot me I will fucking come after you and your whole family" he shouted

"Who's pissing you off, baby?" She said in a sweet tone. She kneeled beside him and put her hand on his bare knee. Who knew a half naked jason gaming would be so hot? She thought

"This asshole who keeps fucking me up the ass on this fucking game" he mumbles. Y/N grins and shuffles so that she is in-between his legs. She thanks him in her mind for being hunched over and seated on the edge of the seat. She then rests her head on his right thigh and she places her left hand in his left thigh.

"I wanna be fucked up the ass" she bit her lip looking up at him and watched his expression change as he looked down at her with his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly parted. His attention then flickered back to the screen as his character was getting shot at and his face twisted in to a pissed off gaze as he continued to play.

She pouted and looked at his other muscular thigh that her left hand was planted on. She stared at it admiring the muscles and thickness of it. He could kill someone with these legs she thought. She made a mental note to ask him if he has. Her left hand then lightly squeezed what it could of his huge leg feeling the hardness of it.

Her hand explored and felt every part of his thigh before she allowed it to rest on him again but then the little devil on her shoulder told her to do something she didn't think of doing before. Y/N removed her head from his thigh and eyed his clothed cock. She bit her lip staring at it. Jason was well stocked down there. Anyone could tell if he was just wearing boxers or even sweatpants.

His thickness and length through them was enough to make anyone's mouth water and I'm sure the girls he has slept with before dating y/n thought the same thing. Y/Ns hands right hand was now pressed against his other thigh and his left hand was making its way up his thigh.

"Y/N? What are you doing, baby?" He questioned with curiosity hidden in his voice.

"Oh nothing, darling" she said with a grin. She then brushed her hand over his clothed crotch causing his breath to hitch. She then started to rub his not quite hard yet cock making him let out a breathy moan.

"Y/N" he looked down at his mischievous girlfriend. She looked on to his teal eyes with a smirk on her face. Her palm pressed harder against his cock and he bit his lips and bucked his hips in to her hand. His cock was hardening at the contact and she began teasing him more

"You've been ignoring me all week, Jason" she rubbed him harder "I'm sick of it" she then gripped his cock through his boxers and he moaned "we have hardly spoken" she pumped him once and then twice "you haven't payed attention to me. I'm doing something about that"

With that she tugged his boxers down and he raised his ass (our man has a phat ass) to make it easier for her to get them off. She slid them down his thighs and let them drop once they passed his bent knees. He then kicked them off his ankles. Her attention was back to his cock. Her hand was wrapped around it, squeezing it.

"Babyy" he moaned out. Jason then took off his headset and placed it on his desk and leaned back in to his chair. Attention all on her

"Don't 'baby' me. You've upset me jason" she grinned and started slowly pumping his erect cock. Her other hand then joined in to fondle with his balls

"Fuuck y/n. Baby I'm sorry" he groaned and tipped his head back. She smiled in Victory. Her pumps were now fastening and her squeezes on his balls were harder but not hard enough to hurt him

"But are you?" She sat up and leaned over and then sunk her head down on his tip and began lightly sucking while her hand pumped his base

"Ohhh yeess baby" he hissed in response to the warm feeling of her mouth and question. She then lowered her head and slowly took him in and placed both hands on his legs for balance. She took him in until his tip reached her throat and gagged and then pulled her head back to repeat the same action but a little faster

"Mmmmmm" she hummed around him making his eyes roll back at the vibration and feeling of her picking up speed taking him in deeper

"Baaaabe" he gripped her h/c hair to keep the pace he liked. Her head was bobbing faster and faster as he took control. Jason started to slowly fuck her mouth moving his hips to make her take him in deeper. She had to pull back for hair

she coughed from all of the saliva that had built up in her mouth and went back to sucking him off. His hips took control once more and the grip on her hair became harder. He pushed her head until her mouth completely covered his cock making her choke around it but he rammed his cock down her throat

"I'm gonna cum, baby" and with that she pulled back once more

"Then you better cum in my pussy" his eyes widened as she crawled away from him to stand up. Once she stood she removed her shorts and was about to remove the hoodie until jason stopped her

"I want to fuck you in this hoodie" he whined as he towered above her. He then latched on to her lips in a desperate and needy kiss causing her to moan in to his mouth. He backed her up against his desk and placed his body in between her legs holding her ass to squeeze it harshly

"I'm sorry I've been neglecting you, baby. Let me make it up to you" he whispered against her lips and with that she smiled once more and slid off the desk bending her bare ass in front of him. Jason then took in the sight and placed his large hands on her ass giving it a spank

"Jay" she moaned. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spat on his palm and smeared his spit all over his cock lubricating it so it slips in to y/ns soak pussy easier.

"Jay..hurry up" she whined and with that he plunged his cock in to her pussy causing both of their eyes to roll back and they moaned in sync. She felt so full already.

"Shiiit you're so damn tight" his pulled out his plunged right back inside of her repeating the action a few more times. He hips then created a slowly but deep rhythm. He hunched over her and started kissing her shoulder thrusting in to her. His hand snaked around her to grab her bouncing tits and he played with her nipples

"Mmm yeaaah harder jay" his hips then began to fuck in to her ass harder causing the desk to shake. He picked up his pace and fucked her faster

"Yesyesyesyes oh fuck!" She cried out as his tip stimulated that spot inside of her. He released a breast and raised his fingers to his face to spit on them and then started harshly circle her clit. Her body jolted and she screamed

"You like that, baby girl? You like how my cock fills you, huh? You wanna cum?"

"Yyeeeeeeeees jaaaaayy" she cried out. His hips snapped in to her as hard and as fast as they could causing his PC set up to rattle and nearly tip. He slapped her clit and while fucking up her then went back to abusing it with the pads of his fingers

"Aaaaahhhh YEEEEEEESSSSS! baby Just like that! Just like that! I'm gonna cuuuummm" she moaned out loud enough for their whole block to hear them

"You gonna cum? You gonna cum!? Then cum around my fucking cock baby girl" and she did. She came. Her legs were shaking viciously. Her mouth hung open letting an animalistic scream leave her body. He kept non stop pounding in to her and..

"Ohhhh fuck! Y/N! Baby I'm Cumming" he exploded in to her but still didn't stop. He fucked his cum in to her until every little drop left him and his balls were empty. They stayed him the same position for a little while longer. He places loving kissed on her back trying to calm her. His hand left her clit and he rested them both on her hips.

"Oh my god" she panted heavily trying to catch her breath.

"You liked it?" He teased. She shook her head and giggled. Jason then slowly pulled out causing her to gasp very quietly he then stood up straight and wrapped his arms around her to help her stand. He leaned down and mumbled in to her ear

"Do you forgive me?" He questioned and she turned her head to its side with a small smirk on on her face

"Fuck me in our bed and maybe it'll be a yes"

I need a shower 🤠

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood smut #red hood x reader

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tttinytrash · 3 years

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A prompt from the legendary Shy! I decided to go with this one first because the most ideas to fill in the framework they so kindly provided sprung to mind immediately, but expect the other two they sent along at some point soon. I took the liberty of picking Classic and Underfell Sans for the cast, but the nicknames will probably have made that clear anyhow. I tried to change it up and made the prey brave rather than the nervous wreck I often default to, so hopefully that pans out. Enjoy!

Nerds really do have more fun.

You’re not entirely sure how your socially inept self had made friends as good as these two, but your life had definitely improved exponentially after their addition to it. Red and Classic were both skeletons, but that was immaterial to your friendship with the two.

For the moment you three were tinkering away in the lab the university provided for your research. You were attempting to make a version of the monsters’ inventories that was more accessible for humans, or a TARDIS pocket as Classic had taken to calling the project. You couldn’t argue the accuracy of the comparison, though the name would sadly have to change for copyright purposes at some point. The idea was to make a pocket that was larger on the inside, thereby vastly increasing storage capabilities for the denizens of the world without magical capabilities.

Classic was at the far workbench, going over the calculations yet again while you and Red were closer to the machine actually intended to form the dimensional pockets. The burned scraps of a grocery tote bag, the cremated remains of your latest failed attempt, hung in place in the machine for now despite the machine not being active. Red was shoulders deep in the thing, checking that the soldering on the wires were holding after another failed test. You were busy removing the latest scorches from the machine’s plating when you heard the dull hum start.

You glanced over at saw the machine had started trying to form another rift, without any kind of vessel and without any of you having activated it. Worse, two thirds of the team was not even remotely beyond the safety perimeter! You didn’t even think, you just grabbed Red by the pelvis and dragged him out of the machine. You didn’t even process what he was saying, nor his angry tone as you bundled him up bridal style and bolted from the danger zone.

You were almost in the clear when you heard the explosion behind you and felt the searing heat on your back. Well, as least you’d gotten your more sturdy human body between your 1HP monster companion and the blast, you had time to think.

The pain ebbed as quickly as it came and you felt like you were in freefall...

-----

Red really didn’t know what the hell had just happened.

He’d felt the human yank him out of the maintenance hatch, and the glow and crackling of building energy he could get from over their shoulder as they ran clued him in roughly and mollified his annoyance in favor of concern. Then there was heat and he felt his body fall to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. Classic had been far enough away from the blast to be unharmed, and therefore was free to rush over to where Red lay.

He groaned as the unharmed skeleton arrived, not missing the other’s visual sweep of his body for injury or dust.

“are you ok? where’s y/n?” Classic asked.

Red’s skull whipped back, not finding the human on the floor with him as he’d expected. “i-i dunno! y/n?!”

“Here...” came the weak reply.

Both skeletons homed in on the source quickly, which was oddly Red’s chest.

A tiny human lay on Red’s sternum sprawled as if having fallen. Y/n was severely reduced in size and dazed, but awake an aware much to both skeletons’ visible relief. Red scooped the sluggish human into his hands and did a Check on them. Their HP had definitely taken a hit, but they weren’t in the red. (Heh, nickname pun.)

The trio was collectively baffled, but the relief that everyone was ok for the most part was palpable. They now had the fun task of figuring out how to reverse this change. Oh. And the machine was smoldering, so that probably should be addressed too. This to do list was quickly looking very not fun.

-----

It was agreed upon (more like accepted, really) that a shrunken human really couldn’t live on their own in a house without any adaptations for such a small person. In the long term (Delta forbid this persisted long enough to need a long term solution) adjustments to your house could be arranged. In the short term, the skeleton pair would take turns hosting their human friend at their houses.

Classic took the first night, as he and Vanilla (his brother) had a place closer than Red and his bro, Edge. At the moment, Vanilla was out of the house at a sleepover (arranged before the incident) with Undyne. This left Classic and the human alone, and eventually watching TV together.

You had been set up with a fluffy hand towel for a blanket and set atop a pillow. Your pillow was on the couch cushion besides Classic, who sprawled with the grace of a sack of potatoes on his corner of the couch as he watched the cheesy sci-fi flick on screen. You were both making jokes throughout the movie, but as the night drew on and the ambient temperature dropped, you found your towel wasn’t quite warm enough.

You were waiting for a break in dialogue to ask for another towel, but Classic beat you to it. He looked over as if he were about to crack a joke at the expense of the movie again, noticed your huddled posture, and paused the movie. “you cold, kiddo?”

“Yeah, a bit. Are there any more towels I could pile on, maybe?”

“i’ll do ya one better, c’mere.” He offered a flat palm, waiting patiently for you to board.

You didn’t really have to hesitate, trusting the guy already and curiosity spurred you on as well. He gently lifted you and your towel, dumped the pillow on the floor absently, and moved to sprawl flat over the whole couch instead. This left his chest as a flat plane, on which you were gently deposited.

You sat there, surprised at the new level of contact. Sure, you three nerds had crammed yourselves onto the loveseat at your place to watch TV or game together and ended up with hips mildly wedged against each other and shoulders bumping, but that was the closest you’d ever been. To now be seated on Classic’s sternum was new territory.

“go ahead, get comfy and lay down. i don’t mind.” he encouraged.

You took his advice, curling on your side facing the TV, towel still tented around you. Classic increased the warmth his body offered even more by taking the liberty to partially zip his ever-present blue jacket up to the point that your body was zipped in, but your head was outside the confines of the giant garment.

“better?” he asked.

“Yeah, much warmer.” You could easily affirm.

While this was new territory, his casual attitude towards the whole thing dissipated the awkwardness you were feeling. Without that feeling, you really found you couldn’t complain. You liked cuddling anyhow, so finding a friend was also up for that was a boon in your book.

The movie resumed without further incident, though you may or may not have totally fallen asleep on your friend. Eh, he didn’t seem to mind.

-----

It’d been a couple of weeks since the incident at the lab, and today was Red’s day for hosting y/n. Red was playing a campaign in a very story based game, with the human watching from their perch on his shoulder while Classic lounged on the other side of the couch. Playthroughs of games like this were common with their group, and the three would usually switch off who had the controller each session with the other two chipping in and offering advice.

The biggest difference now was that y/n couldn’t take their turn with the controller, but they seemed content to snuggle into the fluff of Red’s hood, relishing in the warmth of their position by his cervical vertebrae. Ever since becoming small, they hadn’t been able to maintain their heat as well once the sun went down.

“I think I saw something on your left.” they offered.

Red panned the camera that way to find an enemy, which was swiftly dealt with.

“thanks, pipsqueak.” Red said as he collected the dropped loot.

“No problem. Hey, do you think you could get the bathroom door for me?”

“oh, sure.” he paused the game and crossed over to the bathroom. He gently cupped the human into his hands and gingerly set them on the floor just before the threshold. Inside there was a bathroom setup of bitty furniture, an investment that had been made early on for each of the skeletons’ houses. Once they went inside, he closed the door without catching the latch so they could push it open once they were done.

In the meantime, he approached the couch again where he saw Classic grinning at him.

“the hell you looking at?” Red groused.

Classic chuckled “a softy.”

Red felt the light blush on his face, much to his chagrin “shut the hell up. s’not like you aint doing the same damn thing.”

“well yeah, but i don’t try to claim i’m not a softy.”

Red groaned as he flopped petulantly onto the couch. “can’t help it, they’re just so small. plus, this is all my fault anyhow.”

“woah, what?” Classic sat up straighter, humor gone from his voice. “what do you mean, your fault?”

“i was fucking with the wiring when the machine started up. it had to be something i did that caused it to go haywire and blast them. least i can do is help em out when they need it.”

Classic was about to address the mountain of guilt Red had built upon himself, but was cut off by a growl from Red’s stomach.

“you hungry?” Classic asked, though Red knew he already had the answer to that question based on the tone.

Red buried his face in his hands, responding “no, and the human aint gonna believe the ‘i just need a snack’ lie forever. i just wanna protect them so damn bad.”

“yeah, they’re too smart for us. plus, i’ve been using the same lie.”

Red unburied his face, asking “instinct is cropping up for you too, eh?”

“yeah. especially since they get so cold at night. it went downhill fast as soon as i realized we had an easy fix.”

“tell me about it. they were so uncomfortable when they first changed, i didn’t wanna add to the discomfort by asking them about it.”

“well, the machine is back in one piece now so we can start working to reverse this mess come monday when the university lets us back in.”

“yeah, thank delta for that.”

Neither one realized that the human had heard some of their conversation from the bathroom, nor that they refused to accept their friends were apparently hiding something from them.

The human became determined to confront this issue that very night.

-----

Classic had gone home by now and you were settled in your bed, more of a nest of towels and an electric heated blanket than a real bed. Nest was probably a better term.

Red hadn’t come into the room yet (you slept in the same room as him so he could help you off the desk and to the bathroom if you needed to make a trip in the middle of the night) so you instead thought about what you’d overheard and what you were going to say. You’d caught only snippets due to distance, knowing something about an instinct they were both trying to hide from you, and you’d also heard “all my fault” and desperately wanted to address that if it was regarding you, which the conversation had seemed to.

Your planning was cut short when he entered, in a loose black muscle tank and flannel PJ bottoms pattered with jolly roger flags flying over a grey background. He flopped onto the bed without ceremony amongst his tangled blankets and immediately started scrolling on his phone.

You steeled yourself a moment before calling for his attention, leaving your nest behind on the beside table to approach the skeleton closer. “Hey, Red?”

He put down his phone, looking at you with a questioning grunt.

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I heard you and Classic earlier...”

Red looked mildly alarmed “what exactly did you hear?”

“Enough to know you guys are hiding things from me, and it sounded like it was about me. And something about this being ‘all your fault’?”

Red sat up leaving his face a little higher than you, and only a foot of distance from your perch to his shoulder. “yeah, well it is my fault. since i was the one tinkering, the machine had to have been fucked up by me. and now...” he gestured limply at you. “i’m gonna do my damndest to fix it, but i hate that i did this at all.”

“Cut the crap.”

Red looked as if he’d been slapped. He instantly went from hunched and quiet, reluctant to open up to you at all (probably only caving so early knowing you would keep badgering), to sitting straight up, eyes locked on you in obvious shock.

“This was an accident. No one is at fault.” you stated emphatically.

He looked ready to protest, eyebrows tilting down almost as if angry.

You cut him off again. “You never intended for this to happen. I don’t hold you responsible, or anyone else for that matter. But that doesn’t even matter. You just said you were going to fix it. That matters way more than fretting over the past we can’t change. No more self pity. Not allowed. Got it, mister?” You wagged a finger at him, refusing to be the one to break eye contact.

Red’s expression had mollified during your response, and he was the one who lost the game of eye contact chicken when he changed focus onto his folded hands in his lap. “forgot how much spunk you have, looks like the size change didn’t touch that.” he laughed a little.

“You mean you forgot what made us become friends in the first place? I’m hurt, Red.” You feigned pain, placing your hands over your heart.

His laugh was stronger this time “sorry, pipsqueak. won’t make that mistake again.” He ruffled your hair with a two fingers, which got you laughing too as you batted his invading phalanges away.

“you win. i’ll try to focus on fixing, not shitting on myself. fair deal?”

“Sounds good to me, bud.”

You two lapsed into silence.

You felt accomplished, but only half of your mystery had been solved. you decided to risk it and push farther. You’d back off if he resisted though, as you knew opening up at all was asking a lot of your somewhat emotionally constipated friend. “So... what was the instinct you two kept referring to?”

“damn, you’re relentless tonight!” he laughed again, flopping back onto his pillow.

“Well it’s got my two best friends in a twist over it, I wanna know what the hell is going on!” you defend, happy to keep up the more teasing tone.

“fine, fine. but you asked for it.”

“Yeah, yeah, lay it on me!”

He barked a laugh, “alright, pipsqueak. there’s a protective instinct that can rear up among monsters who’re less flesh based. it’s been triggered by your small size and our desire to help, but basically we wanna take you in.”

“Ya lost me right at the end, there.”

“figured i would. skeletons, and some other races of monsters, have the ability to take other creatures inside their own body harmlessly. more specifically, it’d be me and classic fighting the urge to eat you, but safely.”

“Safely.... eat?” The humor left your tone completely.

The humor was gone in his too, saying “yeah, that’s why we didn’t say anything. that reaction right there. but yes, basically eat minus the chewing bit. it’s safe and you’d be let out later, but the idea is to put us between you and danger. pretty damn literally. but a fleshbag like you wouldn’t be a fan and we both knew that going in. now ya know.” he looked away again, not so much looking at anything but apparently not wanting to look at you.

You thought back to all the times you’d caught either of them trying to sneak stomach growls past you or how oddly often they’d been claiming they’d needed a snack, or even that one time Red had tried (and failed) to play off getting caught wiping drool away. It all clicked into place and made so much more sense. But far more importantly, you didn’t like the resigned tone in his voice.

You took a moment to process the new information in stifling silence, then asked “So... you thought I wouldn’t trust you?”

“what?” Red’s skull whipped around to fix you with a baffled look. “that’s not even close to what i said. i just meant it’d be pretty fuckin’ weird to you.”

“Yeah, well I went and made friends with two monsters after having shit luck with humans. I’d say I’m pretty open to new and weird.”

Red just blinked at you.

“If you want to, I’m unopposed. Go for it. You said it was triggered by a desire to help, and that it was safe. I trust you.”

Red’s brows were knit, sockets squinted a bit at you as he sat up. He stared you down like that, feeling like he was looking for the “gotcha” or any fear. You stared right back with nothing to hide, you weren’t afraid and didn’t want to take back what you’d said.

“yer sure?” he asked, sounding suspicious.

“Yep.” You popped the P for emphasis.

“alright. i’ll let you out when you change your mind.” he shrugged, holding a hand out for you to board.

You took that comment as a challenge and sat on his metacarpals confidently.

He brought you up toward his face while his free hand reached up from behind you, wrapping around your ribs under the arms. Using the new grip, he lifted you over his upturned face with your bare feet dangling in thin air over his opening mouth.

Ok, maybe your confidence had left a little. Your legs tucked up a bit in instinct, but you didn’t struggle when he guided your lower limbs into his mouth. You fought the urge to cringe away at the odd slick feeling of your feet sliding along his thick red tongue, or even more so at the feeling of his throat around your lower legs.

You still trusted Red, that wasn’t the issue, so you decided to fight your instincts just as your friends had been fighting theirs and refused to show any fear.

You pulled your arms in close to your chest when his grasping fingers left, and looked upwards as the world was sealed off by a wall of sharp teeth. Thankfully Red didn’t leave you waiting long, as a wet gulping sound drew your upper legs down with a surprisingly strong force. You clenched your teeth at that, barely keeping in the yelp of surprise. Another two gulps followed in quick succession, drawing your whole body into his waiting throat. The tissue around you pressed in, pushing you ever downward.

For a brief moment during your decent, you felt a warm tingling sensation akin to the light buzz you felt the few times you’d come into contact with a magical construct (Red had lobbed a bone attack at you when you’d be particularly snarky a time or two, usually blue so you didn’t get hurt.) This tingle was much stronger, and you couldn’t describe it any better than saying it felt like Red. ...was that his soul?

Your musing was cut off shortly after the buzz of magic left and you found yourself kicking a little in surprise when your legs had room to move. The rest of you spilled into the open space a moment later.

You felt a bit dazed as you just sat there a moment. You were somewhat pulled back down to earth as you felt a pressure coming from outside. It was immediately obvious the pressure was his hand pressing in at you, and the hand started moving, rubbing you from outside in soothing circles, slowly moving up and down your back. Even if you were out of it, you had the wherewithal to realize that was incredibly cute.

“alright, buyer’s remorse set in?” he asked.

“No...” you breathed, not quite done processing your current situation.

“you ok in there?” his tone was more concerned, the rubbing stopped but the pressure of his hand remained.

“Y-yeah!” You shook your head as if that would help clear the fog, clicking back into reality. “I’m ok. Wow, this is just... a lot.”

“sure you don’t want out?”

“Do you want me out?”

“...didn’t say that...” he mumbled.

You laughed, which earned you a half hearted growl.

“Hey, is it ok if I move around a little? I really want to, uh, check the place out now that I’m here if that’s cool.”

“oh, sure. i don’t care.”

He removed his hand, which left you free to experiment. Call it childish if you wanted, but you really wanted to feel out your new surroundings in an exceedingly literal sense.

-----

Holy shit this went so much better than he’d ever thought it’d go. The human was inside, no panic, and their soul had settled from the anxiety he’d been feeling during their decent. Guess they’d gone and proven him and Classic wrong. Again. Maybe he should expect that by now.

For now he laid back, feeling them slide back to the new lowest point as he got comfortable. He also very much heard their tiny squeak when they startled at the movement, which brought out a smile on him. He felt them quickly readjust, then felt a small point of pressure pushing outwards. A tiny moving bump raised in his shirt, showing where their small hands were pushing out. He didn’t protest, finding this all quite amusing.

On a whim, he used two fingers to push at that little raised bump. He heard them laugh, and then the bump showed up on a new spot, disappeared, and showed up again in yet another. This was a bizarre version of whack a mole, but he did play along until they ended the game with a breathy giggle.

They were moving again, probably trying to stand given the two distinct points of pressure. They slowly wobbled a few steps before he distinctly felt the impact of them falling over.

He laughed aloud at the “I’m good!” they called out.

Their movements inside were calm, but distinctly curious. It was all highly endearing on top of feeling good. The quieting of the protective instinct at last was also a welcome absence, leaving him feeling comfortable and secure. He didn’t really try all that hard to stifle his subsequent yawn.

The responding, smaller yawn from inside was a bit of a surprise.

“tired?”

“We were getting ready for bed, dingus.”

“fair point. we turning this into a sleepover or you going back to your own bed?”

There was a pause, then “Fuck it, sleepover.”

“fine by me, pipsqueak. g’night.”

“Goodnight, bonehead.”

He felt their weight settle, then relax as they slipped into sleep. He decided to follow them, hands folded over his stomach to protect the precious cargo inside.

#undertail vore #undertail underfell vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore

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footballxwrites · 3 years

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Cute date night mason mount please xx

Valentine’s Night ♡

Nice long one for the occasion, enjoy the read and I throughly enjoyed writing this! <3

To be fair you didn’t really expect to be celebrating the day seeing as the both of you haven’t for the last two years due to your work schedules and just not being that fussed about the whole romantic gestures sort of thing so you were caught off guard when you walked through your front door to find a trail of rose petals leading down the hallway. Of course being intrigued, you began following the path of flowers and candles along the floor of your house until you reached the stairs, “Mase?” you called up the staircase, hoping to get some sort of response however nothing but a silence and a cool draft could be heard and felt. “What are you up to Mount” you whispered with a slight giggle, climbing the stairs in search of your boyfriend, the roses continuing on each individual stair filling your heart with happiness, remembering just how lucky you are to have him in your life. You weren’t the fittest soul going and by the time you reached the top, it took you a minute to gather back your breath and in that time, your bedroom door caught your eye as it gently swayed back and forth, which you were presuming was where the breeze was coming from, so you tiptoed towards it, on your way finding the biggest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen, a mixture of white and pink lilies that were wrapped in a gorgeous golden bow with a little card attached reading “to my love”.

“Mason” his name faded off your tongue as you opened the door to find him stood there, suited and booted for a proper night in, wearing a simple white tee with some grey joggers (which you went absolutely mad for) and a huge smile painted on his face as he held in one arm a Cadbury’s milk tray and a card in the other. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around your waist and as you leaned in to place a kiss on his lips, he gently pulled away and whispered a small “follow me” into your ear before taking your hand in his and leading you outside onto the balcony that was connected to your master bedroom. You had the most perfect view of your back garden and into the distance, over the trees, you could just about notice the busy city of London, seeing a little peek of the iconic shard rising into the night sky and seeing as you lived on the outskirts, there was nothing but peace and quiet for miles, which was exactly why you chose the house in the first place and it meant you could enjoy one another’s company without the interruption of anyone else.

“What the-? You really did all this for me?” you gushed as your eyes became glued to the little setup of pillows (hundreds of them) that were under the duvets and the bottles of fizz on the table with a few cherry scented candles surrounding them in a heart shape (he really went all out) as well as your favourite snacks and treats, oh not forgetting the giant cuddly bear in the corner. “Happy Valentine’s darling” he grinned softly before closing the space between the pair of you with a kiss, you right away gripping his soft, ungelled hair as he held you tightly in his arms and the two of you slowly fell into the mess of blankets in the heated moment. You could feel Mason smile as he mumbled a small “I love you” against you lips whilst he hovered over you before deepening the already very passionate kiss and leaving little trails all down your neck as you traced patterns along his abs over his t-shirt, “loving the comfy look, those grey joggers do all sorts to me” you giggled, slightly moving away to catch your breath, “glad you like them, they’ll be coming off in no time tonight though” he winked as you nodded in agreement.

“Right stop distracting me with all your beauty we have a date to get on with” he smiled, sitting up as you laughed, watching him struggle to pop open the champagne, “come on use those muscles you love to show off about” you joked as he purposely put on a show, flexing as hard as possible and eventually get the cork out, causing it spray all over the side of the balcony. “For you m’lady” he gleamed and without hesitation you sat in between his legs so your head was resting on his chest and the two of you looked into the cool night, admiring the stars that were clear in the sky, “I never noticed how much of a beautiful view we have up here” you stated in awe as Mason nodded, “me neither till the other morning, somewhere over there’s the Tower of London and to the right of that there’s Stamford Bridge” he said, pointing in amazement, not quite believing how much of the urban city you could actually see from your house.

“I can’t thank you enough for being in my life, I’m sorry we haven’t had a proper Valentine’s in a couple years” your boyfriend said, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips as you gazed at him and chuckled heartily, running a finger over his cheek, “it’s ok, waking up next to you every day is enough for me” you replied, reaching for the bear he bought you, “and I couldn’t have wished for anything more than this big fella” the both of you falling into a fit of laughter as he rolled his eyes, “will never be as cuddly as me though” he promised, snuggling into the crook of your neck even more. “Right what will it be, pizza and a movie or do we skip the whole meal deal and make up for lost time with the past Valentine’s 👀?” he asked, of course knowing it was an obvious question as you didn’t think twice about straddling him and ripping his top from him, kissing down his body as he let out a small moan of delight before you traced back to his ear, “I think we”ll eat later” you seductively said, ridding yourself of your clothes as top you began showing him just how much he meant to you right there and then on your balcony ❤️

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Picture this house and balcony with this set up...

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spookyhalloweennights · 4 years

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Long Distance Love (Zayne: sfw)

The buzz of your phone in your pocket had brought a smile to your face despite how stressful the day had been. You had a feeling you knew who it was as you pulled your phone free from the confines of your pocket, the screen illuminating around the edges to show the new messages that had come through.

‘I can’t believe the last episode of the show! You had tricked me! You said it was a good ending! I hate it!’

Attached to the message was a bunch of the crying emojis, and you could only laugh at how ridiculous he was being. You took a moment or two before you actually responded to him, the red brick house you lived in coming into view as you finished your stroll around the neighborhood. The need to get out of the house was overwhelming so you had decided to take a walk to get some fresh air.

‘I said it was a good ending, I didn’t say that you’d actually like it.’ You replied simply, attaching the emoji that had its tongue sticking out to the message before sending it off again. Instead of shoving it back into your pocket, you simply held it in your hand knowing that you would get a response shortly after.

‘Fair point but still! Also are we still on for movie night?’ Came the next reply from him, you could only grin as the familiar feeling of a blush began to creep up your neck before settling across your features.

‘Of course! Wouldn’t miss movie night for anything! I’ll be home in like two minutes and then I can get my computer setup!’ You were quick to reply, he merely responded with a thumbs up to the message.

The pair of you had settled on the latest animated movie for your typical movie night, Zayne had actually suggested it and even went as far as to make sure he had it rented for the night despite you having a streaming app that would allow you to watch it. You had protested against him renting it, but he had merely dismissed it and told you that it was his turn to pay for date night anyway.

Upon arriving at your front door, you had noticed a package that was left in front of it. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you picked the package up and examined the label to see who it was from. A giddy smile was quick to make an appearance as you noted it was from Zayne. After having accepted his request for you to be his girlfriend, you had started receiving packages from him, of course you had sent some yourself in reply to his. Whether it was your favorite book, a shirt you’d think he’d like, a jar of notecards for him to open at different times… The list went on, opening your door you walked inside and shut it behind you, quick to make a beeline to your room.

The fans of your computer whirred to life as you hit the power button, while it started you opened the package. A box of your favorite brand of popcorn was inside, some chocolates and sweets, but most importantly there was a new candle. Your other candle had finally reached the end of its life and you vaguely remember telling him about it the last time you two had spoken.

Setting the box off to the side after settling on a sweet to munch on during the movie, you finally opened up the video app you used to stream movies on with him and talk. It took only a few more moments for it to fully load after you had logged on, clicking on his profile picture and then the call button.

“Hello?” His voice came through, the old pair of headphones you were wearing muffling his voice a little.

“Hey! I got your package!” You were quick to jump into the conversation, a grin on your face. “I love the candle, I’m surprised you remembered me mentioning it.”

“You’d be surprised at what I remember that you tell me.” He chuckled, the movie showing up on your screen and beginning to play. You adjusted your audio settings so that you could hear him clearly while the movie played. “Like the time that you were at a friend’s house swimming and their dog had gotten hold of your bikini top strap and was pulling on it.”

“To be fair, it was pretty funny, terrifying at the time since the dog was pretty big. Well… At least about as big as me.” You explained with a laugh. A flutter of nerves rose up in you at the question you had been wanting to ask him for awhile now.

“I have some vacation time coming up, I’ll be off for a week…” You began, the silence almost deafening from your usual banter and talks. “I was thinking I could get a plane ticket and fly out to visit you, if that’s okay with you?” You found the courage to finish the question, it had been months since the two of you had officially gotten together and you were dying to see him.

The silence stretched on and the nervousness you had felt before began to amplify. “Zayne?” You asked, hoping for some sort of reply.

“I..” Zayne had started but then seemed to pause as if he was looking for the right words to say. “I don’t think you’ll be impressed by what you see but… I’d be okay with it.” He responded, a wave of relief washing through you.

“Great!” You chimed, the conversation changing and going back to your usual discussions, the air light with the promise of something else.

The following weeks were spent talking about what you would do when you got there, where you would stay - which Zayne wouldn’t let you rent a hotel room for the time you were there, he claimed that they couldn’t be trusted but you had a feeling it was just to get to spend more time with you, and so on. It continued even right up to the night that you were packing your bags for the week, deciding to stay for the entirety of the time that you had off.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, his voice coming through the speakers you had installed a little while ago as you moved about your room making sure that everything was in order.

“A little, I haven’t been on a plane before… You’ll be there at the airport right?” You asked probably for the hundredth time.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to miss meeting my girlfriend for the first time. I’ll be there with a giant sign that says your name on it.” He responded, the reassurance calming your nerves for the moment. “You better get some sleep, it’s getting late for you.”

“I will.” You paused briefly. “I love you Zayne, I’ll see you tomorrow.” The words still felt heavy on your tongue as if they weren’t supposed to be there, but you knew it was from how your current state of mind was.

The beep of the call ending gave you a sort of comfort, knowing that he wouldn’t have to listen to you fret over your choices in clothing or what time exactly you had to be up. He reassured you that you got this, that you would make it on time and that he would be waiting for you. No doubt he would be, he had been hesitant at first but it quickly changed to excitement at the idea of spending time together and being within arms reach.

When your alarm went off the next morning, you had already been awake five minutes prior, silently counting down the minutes that signaled the start of something new. After gathering all your bags and having a very quick breakfast, you were quick to dash out the front door and head to the rental car you had. Packing everything up and getting into the car, you made your way to the airport.

The flight was pleasant and not to mention the beautiful view you had gotten by picking a window seat. You had made a new friend during the flight, an orc who was in the same boat as you, the two of you were quick to strike up a long conversation even going as far as to swap numbers to keep in contact since you would be in the same city as her.

Once the plane had landed, and you had gathered your bags you headed into the waiting area, the familiar wave of butterflies rising up in you, making you nervous again. You held onto your phone, the flurry of texts coming through now that you were on the ground and in an area that had reception.

‘I can’t wait to see you!’ Was the last one that you had received minutes before the plane had actually landed, with the quiet reassurance behind the message you moved forward. Scanning the crowd before a bright, colorful sign was held up with your name on it. The colors made you gasp in surprise, you had heard of how once someone had found their soulmate, colors burst to life before their eyes but you didn’t think it would be like this. The world around you seemed brighter, and you practically shoved your way through the crowd to get to him.

“Zayne!” You called out, grabbing the drider’s attention, he was much more beautiful than what you ever could’ve imagined. He had long, white hair that was tied back, his skin a pale blue color before it shifted into a much brighter sapphire blue on his legs and abdomen, both of which are covered in a soft hair.

His excited grin turns to shock as he begins to look around him before his gaze finally turns back to you. He steps forward hesitantly before a warm smile takes the shocked look, he captures you in a hug and twirls you with a laugh that had the others cooing at the sight of you two. “I had a feeling…” He began but you simply cut him off, cupping his face with your hands and pressing a kiss against his lips.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” You stated as if it was a well known fact, a rosy coloring covering his cheeks from the sudden kiss.

“I could say the same thing about you.” He responded, he set you down, taking some of your luggage so that you had a free hand which he quickly took hold of with his own, lacing your fingers together as you both silently moved towards the exit.

“I’m glad to have met you.”

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster lover #drider #drider boyfriend #drider x reader #Spooky'sWriting #sfw #spookyhalloweennights

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discotreque · 4 years

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LwD 1.08, “Veritas”

aka GIANT SPOCK IS CANON, or: “Today didn’t have to end in eels!”

Line-for-line, this might have been the funniest episode yet. It moved even faster than “Terminal Provocations” but felt like it had twice as many jokes packed in, and holy fuck were those jokes landing for me.

(Obligatory gorgeous planet shot. It’s a little anachronistic to me to see that font used for a location chyron—those weren’t really a mainstream thing on TV before The X-Files, and while I remember them on VOY and maybe even DS9, I think TNG was too early for them—so we’ve never actually seen it used like this before!)

Anyway, I loved the way this one switched up the usual LwD format of “sitcom A-plot + sitcom B-plot + entire A-plot of a TNG episode C-plot”—though I was slightly disappointed at first that it wasn’t the Rashomon-style story I thought it was shaping up to be, I didn’t really have time to dwell on that because then we were off to the RACES.

Seriously, the jokes in this one:

The execution of the bit with the Red Alert happening everywhere except their repair bay? With the almost-subconscious setup of the klaxon quietly fading in and back out of the background SFX as the doors whoosh open and closed? While you’re still supposed to be paying attention to Mariner and Boimler arguing in the foreground? And then Jack Quaid’s delivery of Boimler’s exasperated “Rutherford!”? That whole scene was just *chef’s kiss*

Mariner doesn’t want to get kicked out of Starfleet because then she’d have to live on Earth, “where there’s nothing to do except drink wine and hang out at vineyards and soul food restaurants.” If she doesn’t want to, I will definitely take her spot.

SAMANTHAN RUTHERFORD. Still not over it.

His “rebooting” into increasingly bizarre situations with absolutely no context (“Updating Klingon fonts!” “Why do I even need tha—” *thud*) reminded me a little of the Futurama episode “Time Keeps on Slipping,” and I always like being reminded of that episode.

GORN WEDDING! (Some really fetching dresses in that scene, tbh #notascalie)

Ransom mistaking Tendi for a special-ops “cleaner” (when she was just there to sticky-roll Dr. T’Ana’s fur off the chairs, another screaming-into-my-hands moment) was comedy gold-pressed latinum. Also, I’ve decided she has no martial arts training, she’s just that good under pressure and that afraid of failure (and, obviously, still in good shape from the Academy).

Okay so my personal tastes re: bleeping regular swear words in normal dialogue are that it’s sometimes funny, sometimes just distracting—I’m getting used to it on this show, though—but that’s different from using super accurate, ultra nostalgic LCARS beeps to “censor” classified information—hilariously poorly—which is a classic trope that gets me every time. Ransom’s final “There’s no indication that the Rom... (beat) ... (bleep!) ... (beat) ...ulan High Council detected us” had me scream-laughing into my hands.

“You know who I hate? Remans.” “Oh, they’re the worrrst.”

I was expecting a whole episode about Q, but this was about the perfect amount of him w/r/t Lower Decks—and Mariner just blowing him off was easily on par with Sisko punching him out, omfg

Come on, a soccer game (with a singing ball) against anthropomorphic playing cards, on a chess board, which is actually a puzzle, that they have to solve to prove humanity’s worth, except really Q is just fucking with them—that’s straight out of a Peter David novel and I was living for it. What more do you need?

Boimler giving a rousing This! Is! Starfleet! speech—and then ending it by shouting “Drumhead!” and mic-dropping the Horn of Candor—was such a perfect microcosm of this stupid, stupendous show :D

“Creepy? This is one of our nicest Event Silos! I got married here!”

And now for some prop talk! The phaser rifles that Ransom and Tendi and [REDACTED] were carrying look like they’re of a design lineage with the ones we saw on VOY (and then late-period DS9), with the angles and proportions “modernized,” in a way the others feel distinctly of-the-90’s now, and that’s such a nice subtle touch—I love how much attention LwD pays to whatever “set dressing” is called in animation.

I was going to get into a whole Thing there, about how phasers were “de-militarized” in design for TNG, and how they’ve since regressed to resemble IRL firearms—RIP the tome of Star Trek essays in my head nobody will ever pay me to write—but honestly? I’m just delighted that this show is making me think so hard about Star Trek As A Concept. I literally feel like a kid again.

TNG and DS9 left me so hungry for post–Dominion War worldbuilding, and then VOY fucked off to the Delta Quadrant, and then ENT fucked off to prequels and the franchise got stuck there for 20 years… and sure, in my heart of hearts I sometimes wish this show had maybe 15% more chill—which is just because I’m getting old—but in so many other important ways, it feels like coming home <3

Oh, and this week’s “Am I actually, literally Beckett Mariner?” moment was when she didn’t care about classified information because “knowing things means more work.” If that’s not me filtering emails at my day job...

Next week: A holodeck hijinks episode, but it looks more VOY-style holo-hijinks than TNG-style—which is basically trashy cable movies vs. PBS, so fuckin’ sign me up.

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macaronsforchat · 4 years

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Ladynoir July Day 30 - Rooftop Dates

@ladynoirjuly2020

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Marinette was asking for Tikki to transform her before she could really think, just wanting to get some fresh air after burying herself in homework for hours on end. She was sure there was something else she was forgetting to finish, but right then she just needed to breathe.

Becoming Ladybug made her feel better immediately, her muscles feeling stronger and not so exhausted. She flipped off the lights in her room and left from her balcony, swinging past the school and loving the sensation of the cold night air breezing past her.

She swung for a minute or so, but then caught sight of Chat Noir waving her down. She changed her course, landing beside him and wondering what he was doing. When she saw the setup he had surrounding him, her heart dropped.

I forgot!

Ladybug’s eyes widened before Chat could say a word, immense guilt flooding her system.

Chat Noir had invited Marinette out for a rooftop movie date, bragging about his fancy projector and the inflatable couch he’d invested in. There were numerous snacks laid out, a cooler full of drinks she knew he’d handpicked for her, and he’d popped some popcorn that had undoubtedly gotten cold.

She’d forgotten about their date.

“Hey, Ladybug,” he spoke, sounding more worried than sad. She lifted her wide eyes to look at him, frozen solid in horror. What had she done?

“U-uh, hi,” she said, swallowing hard and trying to smile.

“Didn’t know you’d be out tonight,” he said, rubbing his arm and glancing back at the setup that looked so fun. “Marinette was supposed to meet me here, but she hasn’t shown up,” he told her, making her heart sink at the sadness in her boyfriend’s voice.

“Oh,” was all she could get out, seeing him nod and tilt his head.

“I really hope she’s okay,” he sighed, scratching the back of his head and then looking up at her quickly. “I’m gonna go check on her.” His words hit her like a wave, horror crashing over her once more.

“I could go for you,” she offered quickly, trying to quell the determination in his emerald eyes. He shook his head, shooting her a smile.

“She hasn’t answered any of my calls, so something must be up,” he told her, stretching his arms a little and making her more guilty. He’d been waiting for at least an hour, and her phone was probably dead on her desk.

“Plus, she’s my girlfriend,” he smiled, leaping from the roof and leaving her gaping. She’d really messed up.

Ladybug chased after him, frantically trying to come up with an excuse so that he wouldn’t discover that Marinette wasn’t home.

“Chat, wait!” she called out when they reached the school. Landing hard on the roof, she ran over to him, pressing a shaky hand over her heart.

“I’ll go in, okay? What if she’s super mad at you?” she tried to reason, seeing him mull it over for a moment. She watched him hopefully, but then he met her eyes again with that stubbornness.

“What if it’s an akuma?” he said, and she grit her teeth, unable to come up with a good argument against that before he made the jump to her balcony. He gently tapped on the trapdoor after looking through it and not seeing her asleep on her bed, making four light raps on the glass. They waited for a few moments, and she couldn’t help but watch his face, feeling the worry radiating off him.

“Something’s wrong,” he said through his teeth, pulling the door open and slipping through the opening.

“Chat, wait,” she pleaded, completely lost as to what she was supposed to do. The situation had spiraled a lot faster than she’d expected, and she felt panic spreading through her body like a wildfire.

She followed him through the opening, seeing him jump down from the loft and look around. She walked up next to him, her throat running dry.

“Maybe she’s downstairs,” he spoke quietly before she could come up with anything at all. She moved to follow him, but right then, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs leading to her room. Chat’s eyes lit up in anticipation, but she knew it was probably her mom, everything in her body going into high alert.

“Marinette?” she heard her mother call up, knocking gently on the trapdoor. Her blood ran cold as she watched Chat’s expression turn to confusion, and she felt sick. The moments that passed them by in silence felt so heavy that she could suffocate, scrambling for how to fix the situation.

“Honey? Can I come in?” her mom called again, beginning to push open the trapdoor and letting in some light.

“One second, Mom!” she called out. “I’m changing.” Her words made her mother close the door again and chuckle a little.

Chat’s eyes moved to her, becoming wider than she’d ever seen. His lips had parted in shock, and she watched as he started to speak, her hand coming up to cover his mouth before he could alert her mother that there was someone else in her room.

She’d gotten so close to him so quickly, their chests pressed together. They were both taking quick shallow breaths, wide eyes staring into wide eyes. She slowly removed her hand, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Hide under the covers on the bed,” she whispered as silently as possible, watching him search her face in the darkness before disappearing from her side silently.

“Tikki, spots off,” she whispered, her heart pounding like mad in her chest. Her transformation released, making her feel more frazzled than ever. Tikki flew off to hide, and Marinette wondered what she would have to say about the situation. Taking a few seconds to breathe, she moved to flip the lights on once Chat had stopped rustling around on her bed.

“Come in!” she called to her mom, her voice cracking a little. The trapdoor pushed open slowly, revealing her mother’s curious eyes.

“Everything okay, honey?” she asked, stepping up into her room slowly. Marinette nodded, holding her hands behind her back and playing with them anxiously.

“Yeah! I was just trying on a new design,” she lied, biting her tongue behind her closed lips.

“Okay. I just wanted to let you know that your laundry is done,” Sabine said sweetly, glancing around her daughter’s messy room.

“Oh, thanks Mom,” Marinette smiled, watching her start to go back down the stairs.

“Head to bed soon, okay sweetie?” her mom said, and Marinette nodded, trying to make her heart stop spasming in her chest. When her mother closed the door, she let out a deep breath, wobbling on her stiff legs for a moment.

Glancing up to her loft, she felt her stomach twist into knots, wanting to hit herself. Forgetting about her date that night had led to her identity being outed to Chat Noir. She pressed a hand to her forehead, almost wanting to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

When she didn’t hear any movement, she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Chat?” she called as quietly as possible, still not picking up anything. She felt her heart drop, wondering if he was upset. He was probably really mad for a lot of reasons, right?

Marinette steeled herself, taking a deep breath and starting to climb up to her bed. Her eyes landed on the form of him curled up under her blanket, not moving. She frowned, crawling towards him and putting a hand on the outline of his shoulder.

“Chat?” she called again softly, but he still didn’t move. She felt a few tears well in her eyes, wishing she’d been more careful.

She pulled the blanket away from his face slowly, feeling her heart stutter when she saw the giant grin on her boyfriend’s face.

“It was you all along,” he whispered, looking up at her with such a happy look that her frown lifted immediately. When she didn’t say anything, finding herself at a loss when he wasn’t upset, he pulled her down into a tight hug, knocking the breath out of her.

“You’re so amazing!” he laughed quietly, making the tears in her eyes gather a little more.

“You’re not angry?” she wondered, trying to release the tension from her body.

“No! No,” he sighed, pulling away from her to look at her face. “Not at all,” he said, gazing into her eyes with such a soft, delighted look that she almost sobbed.

Marinette hugged him again, falling back against him and bringing more laughter out of him, the joyous sound echoing all around her. She melted into him, forgetting all about any consequences for the time being and just being happy that her boyfriend wasn’t upset.

After a few more moments, she heard him chuckle to himself.

“Do you wanna know who I am now?” he asked cheekily, making her snicker a little. She pulled away to see the smirk that she knew would be there, shaking her head through her smile.

“Not quite yet, kitty,” she said, making him laugh a little. Her smile fell just a little when his eyes drifted to her lips and then back up to her eyes.

“Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you,” he whispered, making her blush brightly. She nodded, leaning back into him again and seeing him smile right before their lips met. The kiss was short and chaste, but the love she felt coming from him was enough to make her want to squeal.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against hers, grinning.

“Now, how about that date?” he said, and she blushed in chagrin, pouting through her smile.

“Sorry about that,” she replied quietly, making him laugh and hug her again happily.

“No apologies! Let’s go!” he grinned, helping her up and out onto her balcony once more.

As Chat scooped her up, she grinned, realizing that her boyfriend was pretty much the best.

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sorry for another late update! this one was super fun to write, and i hope you enjoyed it!

thank you for all your support, and stay tuned for the final day tomorrow! <3

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hermannsthumb · 4 years

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90+96?

90. Unexpected Virgin + 96. Scars

from fanfiction trope mashup here

continuation of me filling ancient, 2 year old prompts in my inbox! sometimes you just gotta return to the basics and write post-movie first time :’) this is the first thing ive written on my new laptop, MOMENTOUS OCCASION. as u might have guessed 18+/NOT SFW BELOW CUT

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They’re about an hour into the impromptu We Didn’t Die! party currently ravaging the base when Hermann–stripped out of his sweatervest, and clutching his cane like a lifeline–suddenly grips Newt by the forearm and swings him around to face him. “Newton,” he declares, as the contents of Newt’s plastic cup slosh to the floor, “I would like to invite you back to my quarters.”

It’s probably due to the two shots of vodka Newt downed in quick succession about twenty minutes into the impromptu party that the innuendo flies right over his head, and, instead of accepting enthusiastically, he merely draws his face into a pout. It’s not unusual for Hermann to force him to go to bed, especially after a week of all-nighters in the lab, but now? During this? They’re practically guests of fucking honor. “To sleep? Lame. I’m not tired. Hey, unwind, have a drink!” He pushes his plastic cup into Hermann’s face.

Hermann pushes it away. “I believe you misunderstood me,” he says. “I’m asking you to have sex with me, Newton.”

“Oh,” Newt says.

They’re out of LOCCENT in a flash, and bursting through the door of Hermann’s cramped quarters in another. Newt has been fucking vibrating with energy all day long–excitement, elation, fear, straight-up terror–and he’s more than ready to unleash all twelve hours’ worth of it, plus twelve years’ worth of pathetic pining, on Hermann in the most awesome, cathartic victory sex the world has ever seen. And now that they’re finally alone–now that they’re finally alone together–

“I am so fucking horny right now,” Newt breathes. He kicks off his boots: one of them flies across the room and knocks over a precariously-balanced stack of books, while the other smacks against Hermann’s dresser and sends a photograph of Newt and Hermann crashing to the floor. “Holy shit, you have no clue. Oh my God.” Truthfully, he’s been sporting a half-boner since he threw his arm around Hermann in LOCCENT, and Hermann gave him that little smile and tucked up against him, but Hermann doesn’t need to know that.

Hermann’s eyes are dark, and his pupils are wide. He wets his lips as those eyes sweep over Newt. “I. Ah. I am, as well.”

“Fuck yes,” Newt says. He moves his hands to his collar, where he rips off his tie, but he stops at his buttons with a grin. He could at least pretend to play hard to get. “Hey, you want me to take my shirt off?”

“That’s typically what’s done, isn’t it?” Hermann says. “During–” He clears his throat. “During these sorts of things?”

“Right,” Newt says. “Okay, do yours too.”

They take their shirts off. Hermann is sporting a nice set of shoulders and biceps, and an even nicer set of pecs, and Newt thinks that trim waist would be the perfect size to wrap his fingers around, but his too-pale skin hugs his ribs a little too-tightly. There’s not a hint of hair in sight. The exact opposite of Newt, basically, in all his hairy, tattooed, out of shape glory. It’s kind of perfect. Newt bets they’d fit together like a pair of puzzle pieces.

He wolf-whistles before he can help himself. “I should’ve known you’d be even hotter under all those stupid sweaters.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. His mouth twitches up into a coy echo of his earlier smile. “Thank you. I think.”

Newt wants to get all over that hot bod, and so he does, inching up to Hermann until their stomachs brush and their chins bump, and planting his hands on either side of that neat, sexy waist. He’s right about it being the perfect size to grab. Hermann watches him through his dark lower lashes, standing perfectly still; he’s holding his breath. “I’m gonna kiss you now,” Newt says.

Hermann nods.

They kiss. It’s pretty cool, even if Hermann stands as stiff as a board, arms hanging limply at his sides, and even if when he finally decides to use tongue it’s at the moment Newt decides to use teeth and he ends up firmly biting down on it. “Ow,” Hermann hisses, pulling back sharply.

“Sorry,” Newt says. “I haven’t gotten laid in ages. I kinda forget how to, uh...” He tries to kiss Hermann again, but at Hermann’s darkening, skeptical expression, drops it. “Uh, you wanna take this to the bed?”

“Take off your jeans first,” Hermann says.

They stare at each other.

“Not–I mean yes, but–what I mean is they’re filthy,” Hermann snaps. “I’m not having you dirty up my sheets. Grime and blood and who on Earth knows what else.”

“Sure,” Newt says, and grins again. He fumbles with his belt and drops his jeans, and Hermann’s gaze drops too. Never one to pass up putting on a show, Newt tips his crotch forward to make his boner just that bit more prominent, and just that bit more in Hermann’s personal space. “Like what you’re seeing?”

Hermann nods.

Newt takes Hermann’s right hand and places it on his hip, just the waistband of his boxers. “You wanna take these off?” he says. He punctuates the question with a little kiss to Hermann’s throat. It’s so smooth–not at all like the scratchy, stubbly mess across Newt’s. He kisses it again, just ‘cause it’s nice, and feels more than hears the low rumble of a groan that rises in the back of it. Hermann’s shut his eyes.

“Ah–Newton–”

When it becomes clear Hermann won’t be sticking his hands down Newt’s boxers any time soon, Newt backs him up to his bed and pushes him down into it. Hermann sprawls backwards with a small thump. His cane clatters to the floor. “You gotta do some of the work here, dude,” Newt laughs.

To his surprise, Hermann flushes. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I haven’t much. Er. Experience, with this sort of thing. I’m not quite sure what to do.”

This comes as no small surprise to Newt. Hermann’s just…Hermann, y’know? He’s bitchy, and weird, and kind of weird-looking, but he has a sexy way of rolling his r’s and a sexy mouth and, apparently, a sexy bod, and if Newt–the guy’s certifiable rival–has wanted to get into his pants for ages, he’s sure he can’t have been the only one. But hell if the thought of being the first one to do it doesn’t turn him on likes crazy. “Luckily for you, I’m a pro at sex,” he lies. “I’m amazing. Just ask anyone. Wait, uh, not anyone, I don’t mean–”

“I know,” Hermann says. He sits up and plucks at Newt’s waistband. “May I take these off now?” He wets his lips again.

“By my fucking guest, dude,” Newt says.

Hermann tucks two elegant, nimble fingers under the elastic and slips Newt’s underwear down to pool around his ankles, finally letting his erection breathe a little. Newt leers down at him. “What about now?” he says. “Huh? You like this?”

But Hermann isn’t looking at his dick, inches from his nose though it is; Hermann’s looking to the left of it. “You have a scar here,” he says, and pokes at a small expanse of skin on Newt’s thigh between two tattoos.

“Uh,” Newt says. “Yeah, dude. I rammed into a table when I was rollerskating in the house once and had to get stitches.”

Hermann traces his fingers over the scar. “You must have been quite the handful as a child,” he says wryly.

The incident in question happened when Newt was twenty-four, but he decides it’s best to not divulge that particular bit of information to Hermann. “Uh. Yeah.”

Hermann reaches down and unbuckles his own belt, then begins to partially wriggle out of his stupid baggy pants and tighty-whiteys. “We’re matching,” he says. “Look.”

His left hip and thigh is a mess of scar tissue that Newt imagines, at one point, must’ve hurt like a bitch. Way more than Newt’s stupid incident with the roller skates. Way more than could even be compared to Newt’s stupid incident with the roller skates. But he smiles anyway: he likes the idea of it being some giant, flashing sign from the universe of their drift compatibility. “Have you looked in the mirror?” he says, and shuts his non-bloodied eye to make his point. “We’re not just matching there.”

“Hopefully not permanently,” Hermann says. He finally turns his attention on Newt’s dick, scrutinizing it like it’s one of his incomprehensible equations. It gets Newt even hotter. “Would you like to have sex now? I’m eager to put your renowned skills to the test.”

Newt doesn’t miss the sarcasm. It’d be kind of hard to. “Jackass,” he says. “Move over, I’m getting in.”

Hermann divests himself of the rest of his clothing and shuts off the overhead light while Newt makes himself comfortable on Hermann’s bed, though he leaves his small bedside lamp on to cast them both in a cozy yellow glow. All of Hermann’s room is shockingly cozy, in fact: the quilt tucked in neatly to his cushy mattress, the tea kettle on his dresser, the soft rug on the floor, the space heater (shut off) half-hidden in the corner. No wonder Hermann sleeps in so late. If Newt’s setup was like this, he’d never leave his quarters either.

“We could get under this, if you’d like,” Hermann says, pinching a bit of the quilt. “It’ll be warmer. It can get very chilly in here.” He fidgets. “And. Er. It’ll be easier to wash my sheets, rather than…”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Newt says.

They move under the quilt. Hermann’s breath is warm on Newt’s face, and losing a layer seems to have imbibed Hermann with a newfound sense of confidence; his hands begin wandering across Newt’s body, up his sides, down his back, squeezing and pinching his skin, cupping his ass, and he layers kiss after kiss to Newt’s neck, his throat, his jaw. Newt rocks into each touch and moans helplessly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hermann murmurs into his ear.

Newt laughs weakly. He’s gotten cute once or twice, but he doesn’t think anyone’s ever called him beautiful. It’s nice. He likes it. “Aw, dude.”

“You are,” Hermann says. “I’ve always thought you were. It’s been a terrible distraction in the laboratory.” He leans in and kisses Newt, still as graceless and chaste as before, but his low murmur has returned when he finishes, and it makes heat pool in Newt’s stomach. “Mm, sometimes all I could think about was how badly I wanted you.”

“Sometimes I used to jack off after we argued,” Newt blurts out.

Hermann blinks, surprised, and laughs. “Did you?”

“In the bathroom. Once in the supply closet. Nnh. Ah, fuck, Hermann, fuck–”

Bored of talking, apparently, Hermann’s decided to creep his hand lower and curl it around Newt’s dick. His touch is light, and unsure, and it kinda just makes it all even sexier. “I wish you told me this was your first time,” Newt whines out, pushing into Hermann’s fist. “I would’ve, guh, bought you dinner. Or something. We could’ve waited. Made it–made it meaningful.”

“Darling,” Hermann says, “this is perfect.”

Hermann kisses him; Newt comes, gasping and whining into his mouth. It’s a little embarrassing. He doesn’t think anyone’s ever called him beautiful, but he knows no one’s ever called him darling, and with Hermann the one being so sweet to him--it’s too much.

“Shit,” he pants afterwards, while Hermann examines the sticky mess on his fingers with mild interest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to--I wanted to last longer.”

“Oh, we’ve got all night,” Hermann says, sounding pleased. He wipes his fingers off with tissues from a box on his bedside, then drags Newt’s hand under the covers to cup his own neglected dick, fluttering his eyelashes coquettishly. Newt swallows down a whimper. It’s not fair that Hermann is doing better at this than Newt. “I would like very much for you to touch me.”

“Okay,” Newt squeaks.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous #not sfw /////

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bittydragon · 4 years

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Small Misconceptions (Part 1)

Warnings: Cages, Remus mention (really slight)

Notes: I’ve had this idea floating around in my brain for a while. Not sure how long it will be, but we are going to hurt Logan before it’s all over. I know where I want it to go, now let’s hope I can write it all. Also, let me know if you would like to be tagged in future updates.

Days as a borrower easily became monotonous. Every day was nearly identical, change was often uncommon. Change was dangerous. Change meant the risk of being caught was higher. And that goes for change in the humans’ schedules and the changes in a borrower’s schedule.

Logan couldn’t ask for a better life as a borrower though. He liked the order, he liked the unspoken schedule. It made it easy to figure out when he had time to retrieve specific items for himself. He knows that every other day he can head to the kitchen to retrieve leftover snacks, chips and popcorn are the most common, after the movies turn off in the living room. He knows he can sneak into one of the human’s rooms for basic supplies about five days of the week when the house has been empty for an hour. It was easy.

Today was one of those five days, and he needed to make use of it. A new thumbtack was highly needed as his old one had gotten bent and rendered nearly unusable after his latest tussle with a small mouse. Paperclips might also be useful, he could create a backup hook, something he has been debating on doing for some time now. He used the last of his current paperclips for steadying his current sleeping setup.

Logan pat his side and was satisfied to find his hook resting there securely. He made sure his small bag was strapped safely on his back before heading out of his small hole. Navigating the walls was easy, especially after having been in this house for nearly his whole life. He reached the loose framing by the floor and pushed it out. He slipped out through the small space.

As soon as he was out of the walls he beelined straight for the desk. Everything he needed from this run was all up there. That was why he always borrowed from this human. He was just a little messy, but it was easy to locate the items with enough time. And he had plenty of time since the human doesn’t come back for a couple hours still.

He could borrow from the other human in the small house, but he knew he would truly be putting himself in more danger than necessary. The other human was loud, overly dirty, and just plain chaotic. Logan would rather be caught by the human he was currently borrowing from than his chaotic brother. Not that he was going to be caught any time soon though.

He reached the bottom of the first desk leg and paused to grab the hook from his hip. He reeled his arm back and tossed the hook with practiced aim. Logan tugged the string and a feeling of pride welled up within himself. It stuck on the first throw. As expected. But Logan still felt some pride every time he did it.

With a practiced ease, he scaled up the string. Hoisting himself up onto the desk, he began instantly scanning the desk for the thumbtacks and any other useful items. The human was working on some sort of craft project this time, if the colorful feathers and rubberbands had any say on that. Logan shook his head in disinterest as he continued his scan, he didn’t want to know what the human was making, he didn’t care either.

Though a rubberband or two may be helpful later on. He kneeled down and picked two of them up, only slightly question the fact that they were green and red. At least they weren’t the neon pink or orange ones, those would stand out. Red and green offered some camouflage at least.

As he packed them in his bag, he noticed a small assortment of thumbtacks out the corner of eye. He adjusted his small wire glasses with a small smile. At least he found what he was looking for. He stood up to approach the thumbtacks but froze halfway there.

Did something just move? Logan whipped around. He thought he heard something and saw something out of the corner of his eye. His breathing quickened but Logan was quick to reassure himself that he was just hearing things and there was no human in the house. It must’ve just been the wind blowing a feather off the desk. In the back of his mind, a small voice screamed at him telling him the window was still closed, but lying to himself seemed to help him feel more calm about the situation.

He turned back to the thumbtacks and stilled once more. They were gone. But that didn’t make sense unless...

He gasped as fingers suddenly wrapped around his form, quickly lifting him off of the safety of solid ground. The grip knocked the breath out of him and he struggled to free his arms from the warm, constricting grip. Abruptly, the movement stopped and Logan was beyond terrified to open his eyes and look at the human.

“Now what are you?” The human mused to themself. Logan stilled at the words but still refused to open his eyes. Struggling was only going to deprive him of energy, and he needed energy if he wanted a chance to escape. Though, the bruises that are bound to form from this grip would be a slight issue.

A finger suddenly appeared under Logan’s chin and tilted his head upwards. In a panic, Logan flung his eyes open at the intruding touch. He was met with the curious gaze of a partially familiar human. Logan’s fear only subsided slightly with the reassurance that the other one hadn’t caught him.

However, he was filled with more fear when he noticed how curious the human looked. A curious human was nearly as dangerous as getting caught by a human child.

The human tilted his head. “Can you talk?” He maneuvered Logan’s head to the side, receiving a wince. The human analyzed him for another couple seconds before shrugging. “Ah, guess that’s fine. I’m Roman. I guess I’ll have to come up with a name for you. You’ll respond to something eventually. Yeah!”

Logan paled. What? If the human was already thinking of something to call him that meant the human was planning of keeping him. And the human barely gave him time to prove he could speak, not that he was planning on it. But the human, Roman, seemed convinced that Logan was some unintelligent animal that could be kept as a pet.

Logan had to get out. Now. But that was pretty difficult when you were restricted in a giant hand the size of your body. And Logan didn’t like the way the human was musing quietly under his breath and searching his closet with his free hand.

“Aha! Found it! This will be perfect for you, little guy!”

Logan paled more than he already was. That was a cage. A hamster cage. And knew exactly what, or who, was the next occupant.

Roman excitedly slammed the cage on the desktop and the unlocked door flung open from the impact. Without any warning, Roman thrust his fist into the cage and dropped Logan onto the cool cage bottom. And before Logan could register what just happened, the door was snapped shut.

Logan was trapped.

#infinitesimal!sides #tiny!logan #giant!roman #borrower!logan #human!roman #small misconceptions #sanders sides gt #remus mention #really slight but I thought I should tag it #logan angst #sorry #but I'm going to hurt the boy before it gets better #bitty writes

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justanotherweedinthelawn · 3 years

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For the prompt list, maybe ”I'm sorry for asking.” with an s/o that asks to be in a poly relationship with Tenko and Himiko after realizing they're in love with both of them? I think this would be a pretty cute idea. 🥰

Oh my god you're right that is a really cute idea anon! I hope I do it justice. ;v; Sorry if Tenko and/or Himiko are ooc btw, I dont know too, too much about their in-game personalities. This is also probably my longest post so far, so yeah. Lemme know if you want a rewrite! Stay safe!

S/o confesses to Tenko and Himiko and ask to be in a poly relationship after realizing they're in love with both of them

You had begun talking to Tenko because she had been walking around the school advertising a magic show between classes. She pretty much went up to every person she saw and at least gave them a flyer. When you saw her walking up to you, you were actually kind of excited. You honestly had your eyes on her for the past week or so. She had just. Caught your eye if you're being honest. You weren't entirely sure why. Maybe it was her enthusiasm.. or maybe her beautiful long hair put into those twisted twintails.. or-

"Hey, there's going to be a magic show on Saturday! You should totally come!"

"O-oh.. uhh.. yeah! Yeah, I'll be there!"

"Seriously?! Thank you! Here's a flyer with more info!"

She hands you a flyer that's pretty well made.

'Come see the amazing Himiko preform tonight!'

That was the header of the flyer. The rest was some info about 'The amazing Himiko' and where she was performing. There was also a picture of her in the middle doing a magic trick.

Oh fuck shes actually kinda cute-

What the hell? You thought you were attracted to Tenko?! Welp. The only way to find out if you're actually attracted to 'The amazing Himiko' is to go to her show.

Well.. you were already planning on going, but you know what you mean!

Saturday comes faster than you anticipate, and you already find yourself in the school gymnasium where the magic show was being held. You walk in and see at least a small group of people in some chairs. You take a seat and like the others wait for the show to begin.

After about 5 minutes, the same girl on the flyer appears on a small stage. She gives an introduction speech and the show begins. She actually performs some really cool tricks!

After the show, everyone else leaves, but you figured right now was better than ever to confront Tenko. And now that you knew you seemed to have a crush on this Himiko girl, might as well talk to them both.

So you walk over to them and introduce yourself.

"Uh, hey, my name is y/n. I just wanted to say that that was really impressive!"

"Nyeh? You really think so?"

"Heck yeah!"

After that, you started talking with the two in the halls, going to lunch together, then outside of school, and soon enough, you three would all hang out often.

Tonight was movie night.

You were so excited, you could barely sit still in your seat during your classes. When lunch came, you noticed Tenko wasnt there.

"Hey Himiko, where's Tenko?"

"Nyeh? Oh, she's sick."

Sick? On movie night? Would it be canceled?

You ask Himiko if movie night is canceled, hoping it's not, as it was the only thing you were looking foward to today.

"Well, I thought we should let her get better and reschedule, but Tenko said she was fine, and that if it got worse, she would reschedule."

Oh thank heavens.

After school, you and Himiko walk to Tenko's house together, which is where you three decided to have movie night tonight. You two walk in and see Tenko on her couch, seemingly half asleep.

"Tenko?"

"Huh..? Oh!"

She immediately jolts up after realizing it's you two.

"Sorry theres no snacks, I'll go get some."

She gets up and slowly walks to the kitchen as you two walk in and close the door. You stop Tenko before she reaches the kitchen.

"You sit down. I'll handle the snacks."

"But-"

"No buts. You're sick. Now go, sit."

You turn Tenko around and lightly push her towards the couch. She complies and sits down next to Himiko, who begins talking to her. You begin making snacks. Popcorn, some drinks, etc., plus some soup for Tenko. (It was canned, so you weren't sure if it was actually gonna do anything, but the gesture was still there.)

After you're done making snacks, you sit down next to Himiko. You realize Tenko had gotten up. You look around a little trying to see where she went, when you suddenly see Tenko headed straight for you two with a giant blanket. You barely have time to react before Tenko tackles you both, hugging you close.

Tenko begins laughing and you two join her. Once you three get settled in the blanket on the couch, you begin to pick out a movie.

You three decide on watching the classic, A Nightmare On Elm Street. After you three watch that, you kinda just put on a cheesy romance film so you can just relax.

You three end up snuggling up close and falling asleep. Before you fell asleep, you had a thought about how nice this was, and how you wish it could last forever. After you fell asleep, you had an amazing dream where all three of you were just huddled close and sitting peacefully in a field.

Then, Himiko kisses you.

You immediately shoot awake, your face going red. As you begin to calm down, you start to think about it.

You absolutely had feelings for both of them.

You didnt wanna choose between them though...

Was there a way to..?

You doubted it.

But the thought just kept appearing. It had literally been two days and you kept wondering.

Alright, that's enough.

As soon as you got home, you got onto your computer to do some research.

It only takes you a few minutes to find out about polyamorous relationships. You do some deeper digging for about an hour before coming to the conclusion that you think you want to be in a polyamorous relationship with the two people you love the most.

But would they agree on it?

You hoped so, especially since the two had known eachother for longer than you had known them.

You decided to wait until your next hangout to ask them. Luckily, the next hangout was at your house, so you decide to do something special.

You three were supposed to have a study session together and then have a sleepover.

So you decide to add a few things you hope mix all three of your personalities and interests.

You three had given eachother access to each others music playlists, so you decide to take a bunch of songs from all of your playlists and put them into one special playlist. You even add in a few songs that just remind you of the three of you.

You buy some magic supplies that Himiko particularly likes, and you also grab a spare yoga mat you have so you can make some padding for Tenko to practice some of her moves on. You had also added a few things you liked.

You had also decided to buy a little projector that projects a galaxy onto the ceiling as if you were stargazing outside. The galaxy even moved as if it were the real sky! A few shooting stars pop up as well at some points.

And to top it all off, you had bought everyone's favorite snacks.

*Knock, knock, knock*

Perfect.

You answer the door and see two beautiful smiling faces that you adored.

"Come on in!"

You three complete your study session in about three hours, with Himiko almost falling asleep about four times.

At this rate you were afraid Himiko wasnt even gonna stay awake long enough for your confession.

They were also a little shocked by the special playlist.

"Who's music are we gonna play for this session?"

"Well actually, I made a special playlist with a mix of our songs on it, if you'd like to play it."

"Woah, really y/n? Of course we're gonna play it! You worked hard on it afterall!"

You play it, and you find its actually really nice to have a mix of songs you all love.

After that, you three head to your room for the sleepover part of your hangout.

You tell the two about your setup of activities and they both smile.

"Wow y/n, you really did a lot for this hangout!"

"Yeah.. just felt like doing something special today."

"Well me and Himiko really appreciate it!"

Tenko then grabs you and Himiko and hugs the two of you close.

You feel your heart stop and your face grow red.

Oh my god they're sO CUTE-

You three each do separate activities and show off for a few hours while eating snacks. Himiko didnt even seem to be tired, so you hoped she would last until your confession.

After you three show off to eachother, you all lie down and you turn on the little projector, to which you smile.

Perfect.

This is perfect.

"Hey, are you guys still awake?"

"Yep."

"Mhmm."

"I wanted to ask you guys something really important."

Tenko sits up.

"Yeah of course, what's up?"

Your heart begins racing faster than Usain Bolt and you can feel your face grow as red as an apple, and you are so glad the other two cant see you right now.

"I- er- uh..."

You sit up as well.

"I... like you guys.."

You barely whisper it, but they seem to hear you.

Himiko sits up surprisingly quick and you can see Tenko go wide eyed.

"Huh?"

"Wha?!"

You get up and turn the light on so you can see their faces.

Tenko is indeed wide eyed and her face looks like someone had painted it red.

Himiko is also wide eyed and almost as red as her hair.

"Are.. are you serious y/n?"

"Yes. One hundred percent."

"Well.. I think I like you too. I just never really wanted to acknowledge it.."

"Really?"

"Yeah.."

"Himiko?"

"Nyeh.. I uh.. I like you too.."

So that part went well.

Now for the bigger question.

"Do you guys wanna.. be in a polyamorous relationship?"

...

Both of them seemed to grow confused.

"I'm sorry for asking, that was kinda sudden!"

Tenko gets up and walks towards you.

She has a soft smile on her still flushed face.

"We have no idea what that means y/n."

"Oh."

You sit back down and end up explaining what a polyamorous relationship is, and throughout it you can feel your face get warmer, and you can see the same happening to Himiko and Tenko.

After you're done explaining, the room is silent, but all of you were extremely red.

"Sooo..."

"I agree."

Tenko said that and you looked up to see her looking at you with the same soft smile.

You loved that smile.

She took both of your hands into hers.

"I really do like- no- love, both of you. I've honestly had a crush on Himiko for the longest time. I just couldn't bring myself to say anything like y/n. But.. now that you're both here, my life truly is complete."

Wow. You had always suspected Tenko had a thing for Himiko.

"Nyeh.. I swear, if you two get any cuter, I'm gonna kiss you."

You turn around to look at Himiko who was smiling.

"I love you both as well."

You're heart flutters at this.

The two people you loved the most were now your lovers.

Lovers. Heh. You never thought this dream would come true.

Himiko did in fact kiss you two, and you both kissed her back. It was really cute, but clearly none of you knew how to kiss.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #kai imagine #sunset souda #writing prompt #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #polyamorus

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notquitedailyamy · 4 years

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Black and Yellow

Since visiting Derek Jarman’s Prospect Cottage in Dungeness last month, I’ve sat down on several occasions intending to share the experience with you. But distilling my thoughts wasn’t easy! The place left my head so full of thoughts and stirred a lot of emotion in me, and transcribing the singular magic of it into words felt beyond me. Each time I’d lose the tousle with my brain, and clap the laptop shut again.

Then I found the following starting point; a quote from Howard Sooley, photographer and friend of Derek Jarman, that described the setting I found myself in, on arrival to the cottage, perfectly.

“Pulling up on Dungeness Road, I stared out of the car window on to a post-apocalyptic nuclear vision: a long, snaking road strung with a line of black fishermen’s cottages like tar-covered fairy lights; a beach strewn in a mess of seemingly abandoned fishing boats and huts, which looked like they’d just tumbled from the sky and landed randomly among the sea kale that inhabited the beach.

— Howard Sooley for Gardens Illustrated

And now, I think, with that striking scene set, I can continue...

Discovering Derek Jarman

On one particular stay at my aunt and uncle’s house in Cheltenham years ago, there was an addition to the mantelpiece in my bedroom: a dried sprig of sea kale in a narrow white vase. My aunt recounted how she and my uncle had lately travelled to Dungeness, a headland on the coast of Kent, and how she had found the pretty bit of plant blowing across the shingle there. They had been to see the cottage and garden of a man whose name I did not then recognise, Derek Jarman; “a very special place”. And, I was told that in the front room there was a book entitled Derek Jarman’s Garden, from which I could learn more.

From my aunt’s introductory account, to each article and interview I have since read or watched regarding Derek Jarman since, I have found him only to be described in the fondest, most admiring manner. Those who are aware of his story, or who were lucky enough to have had their lives directly touched by him, laud his generous spirit and remain in awe of his remarkable array of talents, from film-maker to set designer, from optimist to activist, from gardener to diarist and author. He is remembered not only as being one of the most influential figures of 20th century culture, but also for his breathtaking humility, prolific activism for gay rights (via protest as well as his artistic output - much of which served as a manifesto for open homosexuality), inspiration and support for young and aspiring film makers and creatives. Award-winning costume designer and friend of Jarman’s Sandy Powell sums up his inherent warmth of character and contagious passion for whatever he turned his hand to in a recent interview with Phillips Auction House:

“Derek said to me that there was absolutely no point in going to work every day unless you went with the same excitement as if you were going to a party. With him, I’d get to work every morning and I would be so excited about going to work.

[...] He just immediately made you feel comfortable, and you were never ever made to feel inferior. Even on a film set, he’d be sat there, waiting for the next setup, and I remember there were times when he would ask the person who was sweeping the floor of the set what he thought. He’d talk aloud about his ideas. He’d set something up and say, "What do you think about that? Should we do this?" and he’d actually listen to what that person had to say. Anybody. He’d listen to what any of us had to say, and I think we were all treated completely equally"

— Sandy Powell, interviewed by Phillips

My aunt located her copy of Derek Jarman’s Garden for me later that day - a smallish, unassuming publication, on the verge of being swallowed up by the heaving art library that surrounded it (my uncle and aunt are both artists themselves). I was enthralled by it, poring the pages for the rest of my stay.

Having spotted a ‘for sale’ sign whilst filming close by, Derek Jarman sought refuge in his Dungeness fisherman’s cottage after being diagnosed as HIV positive in 1986. He dedicated himself to creating a paradisiacal and sustaining garden in the salty, exposed shingle which skirted his new home.

“Dungeness was England through the looking glass, not William Blake’s bucolic vision of a Jerusalem in this ‘green and pleasant land’. Stark, barren, the sun searing down or rain whipping across the landscape – everything seemed to be dying. Bleached by the sun, ripped by the wind, eaten by salt, laid bare and exposed by the enormity of the sky. A world stripped to its bones, abandoned and motionless except for the dried seedheads of sea kale blowing like tumbleweed in the shadow of the power station. The images are etched in my memory.”

— Howard Sooley for Gardens Illustrated

...a pretty tall task then . But that’s what he did. Choosing a spectrum of plants that could stand up to the testing climes of his “Ness”, largely low-lying to endure high winds, others that were already indigenous of the area, Derek Jarman transformed Prospect Cottage into a defiant monument of imagination and hope.

An unforgettable day in Dungeness

Gradually the landscape flattened, the villages became fewer and further between, then villages became hamlets, and then there was nobody, save the odd remote farmhouse - we wondered how far they must have to travel for groceries! Then human presence came almost to a standstill, and it felt like we had gatecrashed a sci-fi movie set. Fencing lined the road, periodic signs warning people away from the military firing range, still not a soul to be seen. We weren’t tempted to trespass - it was all pretty spooky!

And then, on the horizon, a giant appeared. The jagged grey silhouette of Dungeness A and Dungeness B - not one, but two massive nuclear power stations. We popped Boards of Canada on the stereo. I challenge you for a better accompaniment to such a sight.

“The nuclear power station is a wonderment. At night it looks like a great liner or a small Manhattan ablaze with a thousand lights of different colour.”

—��Derek Jarman, from Derek Jarman’s Garden

We continued along the silent road a while longer, and then suddenly it was there. Years of wondering about the garden, and then there it was, right there, just by the side of the road... no fence, no gate, no borders or barriers of any kind. No separation from the outside at all.

I was relieved to see a handful of people around, though it still felt astonishingly desolate. We pulled up right outside the cottage, amazed it was that easy.

A jewel in the string of tiny rustic dwellings, and a David to the looming Goliath backdrop of the two nuclear plants, Prospect Cottage bursts with vitality and vibrance. Emanating a kind of otherworldly, magical quality, it flourishes where all else is bleak, tangerine coloured Californian poppies and sunshine yellow window frames laughing proudly.

“At first, people thought I was building a garden for magical purposes – a white witch out to get the nuclear power station. It did have magic – the magic of surprise, the treasure hunt.”

— Derek Jarman, from Derek Jarman’s Garden

Just as there are no borders, there are no strict lines or flower beds to speak of. Santolina, valerian and the odd red hot poker rise straight from the sea-worn shingle floor, while sea kale sprawls in patches. Hemispheres of gorse and vertically pegged driftwood add degrees of height, while talismanic stone circles and flotsam sculptures ensure the eye is never short of interest. Jarman would comb the beach every morning for new metal treasures, rocks and interesting things washed up by the sea. He’d always reap the biggest rewards following a storm.

“The stones, especially the circles, remind me of dolmens, standing stones. They have the same mysterious power to attract.”

— Derek Jarman, from Derek Jarman’s Garden

“The sticks and sculptures [...] also had the unexpected gift of providing much-welcomed perches for the migratory birds that navigate over the ness every year. Rare warblers from Russia would stand and catch their breath, staring in at the kitchen window. Then, without warning, they’d lift into the air, catch the wind and be off again to some far and distant land.”

— Howard Sooley for Gardens Illustrated

^ Derek Jarman also scoured the land around the nuclear power plant for bits and pieces to use in the garden, some of it detritus from the Second World War

Already I had felt the enchantment of Derek Jarman’s living legacy exuding from those pages of my aunt’s book, but experiencing it in the flesh was on a different level. It’s as though he left a message there, everlastingly poised and waiting to be received by anyone who visits.

Standing amidst such a unique and spectacular achievement, by a man who had been dealt such a cruel fate, made me feel incredibly appreciative for all that I have, all that is so easy for me. His life was cut too short, but undoubtedly lived more fully than many who have reached a much older age.

It also gave me new confidence that in my own creativity I am doing something worthwhile, and that by staying true to myself and not allowing conformity to stifle my output, I can add my own dose of originality and something truly unique to the world.

^ Poppy seed heads

“He was just really encouraging to all young people, and I think that’s what this house could be. It’s this really open house to encourage people to come and be creative and get as much as they can out of it, and I think he would have wanted that.”

— Sandy Powell, interviewed by Phillips

^ Indigenous sea kale

Long live the legacy

The future of Prospect Cottage was recently left up in the air following the passing of Keith Collins, Derek’s companion during his years in Dungeness, and in whose hands he left the cottage following his death in 1994.

The Art Fund launched a campaign to save the property from being sold off and falling into private ownership. The £3.5 million required was raised in just ten weeks.

“Securing the future of Prospect Cottage may seem a minor thing by comparison with the global epidemic crisis which has recently enveloped all our lives. But Derek Jarman’s final years at the Cottage were an inspiring example of human optimism, creativity and courage battling against the ravages of illness. In that context, the success of this campaign seems all the more apposite and right for its time.”

— Stephen Deuchar, Director of Art Fund

“Prospect Cottage will become not a memorial encased in amber, but an active memory. Not an ossified monument, but a breathing testament to a life still awaiting future collaborators”

— Douglas Fogle for Art Forum

^ The frontward outlook of Prospect Cottage

The whole place is jaw-droppingly unique, the garden itself a post-modern feat of ingenuity. Eerie, exciting, bleak, inspiring... only describable to a point. I implore you not to trust my interpretation and instead go and marvel at it for yourself! And prepare to have it stay with you long after...

Suitable Song -

Annie Lennox’s performance of “Every Time We Say Goodbye” from the AIDS fundraising album Red Hot & Blue. The video features footage of Derek Jarman as a child.

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Sources -

https://www.gardensillustrated.com/gardens/country/howard-sooley-prospect-cottage-derek-jarman/?image=1&type=gallery&gallery=2&embedded_slideshow=2

https://www.artforum.com/slant/douglas-fogle-on-derek-jarman-s-imperiled-prospect-cottage-82157

https://wildabouthere.com/derek-jarmans-garden/

https://www.artlyst.com/news/derek-jarmans-prospect-cottage-saved-nation/

https://www.phillips.com/article/54833655/sandy-powell-derek-jarman-charity-auction-prospect-cottage

#derek jarman #gardens #gardening #inspiration #creative minds #art fund #derek jarman's garden #sandy powell #howard sooley #dungeness #shingle

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ericsonclan · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Louis!

Summary: Everybody at Ericson's Diner celebrates Louis' birthday <3

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It was a fairly normal morning for Louis as he got ready to head to work. A thoughtful text from Clementine, a quirky e-card from Marlon and a brief text from Violet were the only things that distinguished this morning from all the others as being special. It was his birthday; he was 23 now. As he drove toward Ericson’s Diner, Liszt’s Transcendental Études playing in the background, he wondered if anything special would happen at work. Violet and Clementine would likely have some sort of small presents to give him and the rest of the staff would congratulate him. Maybe Omar would bake a cake that they could leave in the break room for the staff to enjoy whenever they had a moment. Then he’d probably do some sort of movie night at Violet and Prisha’s place or go out to dinner with Clementine. They were sure to have fun.

A ding came from Louis’ phone, causing him to glance over to where it lay on the passenger seat. His father had wired $500 to his bank account. It was his go-to every year at Louis’ birthday. When Louis was younger his father would give him whatever the latest trending piece of technology was. Looking back, Louis’ figured he assigned an office grunt to find an appropriate gift each year, though Louis had been too young to realize it at the time. The parties his parents threw had always been elaborate, but after their divorce things changed greatly. The parties were still thrown, but it was clear to Louis that his father simply used the festivities as an alternate venue for his business deals. Perhaps that had always been the case, but without his mother around to attend to the actual celebrations after the first few birthdays she flew out for, Louis noticed it all the more. Eventually he told his father he had no more interest in birthday parties and simply wanted to celebrate in his own way with his friends. After that the automatic money transfers began. A gift from his mother arrived at his doorstep each year, always something expensive with a trite greeting card attached to it.

Louis shook his head roughly, trying to banish the gloomier thoughts he had somehow slipped into. This day wasn’t about his parents or any lingering desire for their approval he somehow still clung to. It was about his friends, the ones who’d always stuck by his side. Growing up that had been Violet, Marlon and Mitch. Now there were so many more he held dear. With two years as the co-owner of Ericson’s Diner under his belt, Louis felt that this year finally felt like one worth celebrating.

Approaching the restaurant, Louis was surprised to see a notice taped to the front entrance door. He paused to read. It said: Today is the birthday of the founder of Ericson’s Diner, Louis Mason! Because of this, the restaurant’s hours have been changed today in order to give our staff time to celebrate. Our hours of operation will be 12 PM to 12 AM. Thank you. Who had put this up? He hadn’t been notified of any schedule change. Did that mean… was there going to be a party? Louis leaned over to try to peek through the windows, but all the blinds were still closed. It looked dark in there. It was probably just Omar and Ruby here so far, doing kitchen prep in the back. Louis tried the front door. Still locked. He was the first here to open up the front of the diner. Turning the key in the lock, Louis stepped inside and turned on the lights.

“SURPRISE!” The room literally exploded as confetti poppers went off all around the restaurant. Staff members jumped out from every hiding place imaginable: behind the bar, underneath the tables, inside the supply closet. Louis took a staggered step back in surprise, unable to believe his eyes. Every member of the staff was here, even people that didn’t have shifts that day. Who had put this all together? His eyes caught Clementine’s. She had hopped over the bar to stand in front of it, a warm, proud smile on her face. Stepping forward, she gave him a quick kiss.

“Happy birthday, Louis,”

“Clem, did you do all this?” Louis’ eyes scanned the restaurant, realizing just how much work had gone into this surprise. Every inch of Ericson’s Diner was decked out in balloons, banners, streamers and all sorts of other birthday paraphernalia. “Guys, wow… this is amazing!”

“Vi and I did most of the coordinating,” Clementine motioned to Violet who was leaning against the closet door, a subtle smirk on her face. “But everyone helped with setup. We actually did most of it last night, decorating after you went home,”

“Last night? But I didn’t head out till after midnight. How long did you guys stay up doing this?”

“Nothing’s too good for my best friend,” Marlon declared, walking forward and wrapping Louis in a tight hug. The two patted each other on the back before separating. “Had to make sure we made it the best birthday possible. You deserve it, Lou,”

Louis felt himself getting a little misty-eyed at the sentiment.

“So,” Prisha said from the back of the bar, “What do you want to start with first? Presents? Toasts? Cake?”

Willy, AJ and Tenn began bouncing with excitement atop one of the booths at the prospect of dessert first. “Cake! Cake! Cake!”

“You heard the boys!” Louis said with a chuckle, lifting a hand dramatically. “Bring on the cake!”

The decision made, Omar and Ruby hurried back to the kitchen to retrieve the cake. Instead of returning with the tin that Louis expected, Omar emerged with a giant pizza pan in his hands. He laid down his creation with a proud smile. “I decided to go in a different direction for your ‘cake’ this year. I know how much you like pizza buffets, so I thought I’d adapt a classic and make you a dessert pizza,”

“Oh my god,” Louis looked at the delicacy in awe. Chunks of cinnamon sugar covered a crust swirled in endless layers of icing. He had never seen such a massive dessert pizza pie. It looked delicious. “This is amazing!”

“Go ahead and dig in, y’all!” Ruby declared, bringing forth a pizza pan of her own. “We made plenty!”

Everyone eagerly tucked in, eating slice after slice of the sweet, melt-in-your-mouth goodness of the dessert pizzas. Ruby and Omar kept bringing more and more out, enabling no one to feel guilty as they indulged in slice after slice of the delicious pizza. Louis couldn’t believe how good it was: warm and gooey with a depth of flavor that kept him coming back for more. Before he even realized it he’d eaten four slices.

“Alright, guys!” Clementine waved her arms to get everyone’s attention. “Before we all get too stuffed to do anything else, let’s move on to the games. First off, the piñata!”

“Piñata?” Louis asked in surprise.

Mitch and Prisha shared a look. Reaching below the counter, Prisha lifted up the piñata, clearly already chockfull of candy. “Mitch and I made it out of papier-mâché ourselves so if you spot any white flecks in our hair, that’s flour,”

Louis squinted at the piñata. It was a pale yellow with green spackled all across it. “Wait a minute. Is that-”

“A cantaloupe,” Mitch interrupted, a mischievous grin on his face. “Figured there’s nothing you’d enjoy smashing to oblivion more,”

“That’s brilliant. Let’s do this!”

Once the piñata was set up in the middle of the room, Louis was given the honor of whacking it first. Having been blindfolded and spun around three times, he wandered in confusion for a moment, guided back by the cheered encouragement of his friends to give the cantaloupe a mighty hit. It didn’t break yet though. Prisha and Mitch had put plenty of layers onto the piñata to ensure everyone got a turn. The results of people’s swings varied. Clementine seemed unfazed by the spinning, making a beeline to the piñata that had some doubting the blindfold’s efficacy. Violet on the other hand ended up whacking Mitch in the gut with the bat, an action she swore was an innocent mistake. When the piñata finally cracked thanks to a particularly hard hit from Minnie, everyone rushed forward to grab as much candy as possible, stuffing their pockets and faces with as much as they could hold.

Clem and Violet had planned tons of party games. Musical Chairs came next, a heated match that saw Louis and Aasim vying for the final spot. In the end Louis fell just short of the final chair, sitting on Aasim’s lap instead to everyone’s amusement. Sophie and Tenn had drawn their own version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, titled instead Pin the Louis on the Piano. The blindfold came back out and everyone was about as successful with it as they’d been with the piñata. Willy ended up totally lost, pinning the doodle of Louis to Marlon’s leg instead. In the end Prisha got the closest with mini Louis sitting almost perfectly atop the piano bench. Pass the Parcel was next on the agenda. Marlon and Aasim had worked on this one together, wrapping the package in countless layers of newspaper. As each layer was unfolded and mini prizes discovered, it was obvious who had done each layer. Aasim’s were tidy and refined while Marlon’s looked like he’d mashed the newspaper around till it fit. Either way the system worked. Brody was the final winner, opening the box at the center of the parcel which contained the grand prize: two movie tickets. She was flustered and ecstatic at the fact that she’d actually won.

The games all wrapped up, it was time for the presents, or rather, the present. Louis was dying of curiosity as the giant box was placed before him, decorated in cheery birthday wrapping paper and a myriad of ribbons. Clementine explained that the entire staff had chipped in for this gift: something they all hoped he would love. It took a pair of scissors and some elbow grease to fully open and unbox what was inside.

Once the gift was fully uncovered, Louis couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a miniature piano, fully functional and just as detailed as his grand piano at home. It was just like the piano that Schroeder played the Peanuts theme song too in the comics. Louis hadn’t even known such a thing really existed. Placing the piano on the ground, he sat crisscross before it and began to improv the Peanuts tune. Everybody applauded, as excited as he was to see the piano in use.

This time Louis wasn’t just misty-eyed. Actual tears were coming out. Brody ran into the back office to get him some tissues. After Louis had dried his eyes, he turned to his staff, feeling practically speechless. He still sat before the piano as all of them stood round him, their eyes bright and happy at witnessing his joy. “Wow, guys… this is more than I ever could have imagined. The decorations, the pizza, the games, you guys bought me a piano for crying out loud!” Louis wrapped his arms around the instrument in a hug, rocking back and forth giddily for a moment before setting it back down. “Seriously, I couldn’t ask for a better staff. You guys are the thing that makes Ericson’s Diner so great. I’m so thankful for each and every one of you. Here’s to another year of great memories,”

“Hear, hear!” Marlon exclaimed, stepping forward and placing a hand on Louis’ shoulder. “Let’s have three cheers for Louis! Hip hip!”

“Hooray!”

“Hip hip!”

“Hooray!

“Hip hip!”

“HOORAY!” The room burst into cheers, everyone applauding excitedly. It took a few minutes before things calmed down enough for Aasim to take the floor.

“Alright, everybody, that was a great party, but now it’s time to clean up! We’ve got one hour till we open. Let’s get to work!”

Everyone scattered, moving to take down decorations and prep for the opening. Louis was about to pitch in when he felt a hand tugging his shoulder. He turned to see Clementine smiling at him. “I have a gift for you of my own,” She held out her present. Louis quickly unwrapped it. He felt his heart leap as he saw what lay inside. It was a picture frame, piano themed with detailed keys and musical notes running all along the edges. Truly beautiful. The accompanying picture was one of him and Clementine at the diner. It was one Louis didn’t recognize. The two of them were talking beside the door that led to the kitchen. Both of them were smiling, seemingly unaware that a photo was being taken.

“Brody took that,” Clementine explained. “It was taken on her phone and in secret so that’s why it’s a bit blurry. It was actually before we started dating, back when we were both sweet on each other but didn’t realize. She showed it to me once to prove that I was lying to myself if I thought you didn’t feel the same way. I figured it was a picture that deserved to be framed,”

“Definitely. Clem…” Louis felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest as he looked at his girlfriend. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you by my side,” “The feeling’s mutual,” Clementine grinned before going up on her tiptoes for a kiss. Louis could still taste the sugar on her lips from the dessert pizzas. They pulled apart slowly, savoring the moment. Clementine rocked back onto the balls of her feet happily. “Marlon had to run make a delivery, but he told me to let you know that his gift to you is gonna be a paintball day so we all have that to look forward to. Violet has a gift for you too. I think she’s waiting in the break room,”

“Alright,” Louis took Clementine’s hand in his, squeezing it softly. “I love you,”

“Love you too,” They met for another kiss before Clementine playfully pushed him back. “Now go! You don’t want to keep Violet waiting,”

“Alright, alright!” Louis hurried over to the break room.

He found Violet inside, standing beside the table. A large scrapbook lay atop it. “Sorry I forgot to wrap it,” Violet said, motioning toward the scrapbook. “I got all caught up in organizing the party and shit and by the time I remembered it was too late to go buy any wrapping paper,”

“That’s fine. Should I?” Louis motioned toward a nearby chair.

“Yeah, go ahead. Sit down and read it. Not all of it, but… you get what I mean,” Violet grabbed her arm self-consciously, looking away. Louis sat down and opened up the scrapbook. On the first page was a letter dated 2004. It was one he had written to Violet.

Dear Violet, I hope you’re enjoying being back home. Some days I sort of miss the school and you and Mitch. Do you have any summer plans? We should meet up! Your friend, Louis

On the following page was the letter Violet had written him in response.

Hi Louis, Home sucks. The school was better. I have no summer plans. It would be fun to hang out. - Violet

Louis remembered receiving that letter in the mail. He’d been worried that once he and Violet left the school that they’d fall completely out of touch. Sending that first letter felt like throwing a message into the void; he wasn’t sure if she’d even respond. But Violet had written back and continued to write back to each and every letter he wrote. The scrapbook’s pages were full of all the letters they’d ever sent back and forth to each other from that day onward, organized chronologically from start to finish.

“They’re copies, not the originals,” Violet explained. “I had all the ones you sent me and Clem helped me figure out where you kept the ones I sent you. I made photocopies of all of them so that way you could hold onto your letters and… I could hold onto mine,” Her voice grew soft at that last part.

“Viiiii,” Louis looked up at his best friend, his eyes watery once more. “This is beautiful. I can’t believe you did all this!”

Violet shrugged. “I just wanted to say thanks, I guess, for always sticking by me. I’m where I am today ‘cause of you. So… thanks,”

Louis couldn’t think of anything else to say. Instead he settled for enveloping Violet in a hug, wrapping his arms tightly round her despite her half-hearted protests. When Violet’s arms came round his back, he knew she was happy with the hug too. The two stood in silence for a few moments, enjoying the hug. “Thank you, Vi,” Louis whispered, “For making this the best birthday ever,” He could just make out the smallest smile upon Violet’s face at his words.

“Happy birthday, Louis,”

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Seblos Barn Date

Okay so here's my first ever oneshot for seblos. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to all my friends and especially the discord diner server for hyping me up and helping me write this. I love y'all!! Also big thank to my girlfriend for assisting me with the kiss scene lmao. With a further ado, here it is:

When Saturday came around, Seb was going to ask Carlos to officially be his boyfriend. Carlos was coming over that night for a sleepover. Little did he know, Seb had his own masterful plan to surprise the other boy.

Spending homecoming dancing with Carlos was one of the best nights of the farm boys life, even though he arrived three hours late. The way Seb felt about Carlos couldn't be described through any words. Getting a text from the other boy made him light up in a way he didn't know he could. Let's just say, seb was smitten. This made him want to make it up to his almost boyfriend, and he was going to do it in a way that was memorable.

Seb begged his parents to use the barn that night, in order to have a "friend" over. They didn't really understand why he wanted to have his friend stay over at the barn instead of the house, but nonetheless they couldn't argue with sebs pleads. With this agreement between his parents, the teenage boy scavenged for anything and everything around his house and storage for a cutesy barn sleepover. He wanted the decor to resemble something out of a romantic movie.

After looking for an hour, he had carried all of his findings in a big grey box from the barn. Then Seb dumped everything carefully on the ground and began to plot the setup in his head. He had the perfect plan, now it was time for the execution of that plan. Near the red barn doors stood a ladder that could reach all the way up to the high ceiling. Seb was going to hang the fairy lights he had found from the sides of the rafters. And so he moved the ladder to where he needed it and climbed up and positioned the clips for the lights. This went rather well. Now he just had to tie the lights into the clips. He finally finished the most treacherous task, after putting the ladder back to its original place: it came to the exciting part. Putting everything together.

In the pile of the miscellaneous items there were many blankets and pillows to cover the wooden floor with. He put about five comforters of different colors on the ground. Then the farm boy covered the mismatched comforters with two giant fluffy white blankets with red hearts. He added many white and red pillows to the arrangement of blankets and changed the color of the lights to white in order to fit the romantic theme.

Seb checked his phone for the time since the other boy would be at his house around 8:00 pm. He was right on track and even had about an hour to spare. This prompted him to put a small table up by the makeshift bed. He had put various snacks such as popcorn, chocolate, pretzels, soda and more on the table. He added a vase of roses in the middle of the table, along with a homemade card. He was almost done. Now all Seb needed to do was set up the projector to face against the barn doors. He moved the ladder into the back of the barn and pushed the plug into the outlet. He wanted to watch the high school musical movies with Carlos which made the projector a vital part into the entire operation. Seb was completely done and was proud of the beautiful creation.

Moments after daydreaming about the fun they would have together, Seb realized he had to go back to his house in order to greet Carlos and take him over to the barn. The blonde boy sat on the couch anxiously waiting for the ringing of the doorbell or knock in order to alert him. Carlos had texted Seb after a few minutes of waiting to let him know that he was 2 minutes away. This led the boy to panic as he waited for what felt like days for his crush to arrive. He heard a subtle knock at the front door as sebs heart started racing, he rushed to open it.

In the doorway stood the black haired boy with a beaming smile and a bag in his hand. Seb exchanged an even wider smile while pushing the door far enough for the other boy to get in. "Hey Sebby!" Carlos said as he set his bag down near the entrance and proceeded to get closer to the blonde boy in order to hug him.

"Hey Carlos!!" He replied as his stomach fluttered even more with the gentle embrace of his crush. Both boys cheeks turned crimson red as they felt at peace within each others presence. Seb gently released the grip from Carlos's waist. "Do you want to come with me to the barn? I was just about to finish up some work." He hoped Carlos wouldn't suspect anything with the tone and apprehension of his voice. Seb was never really good at lying.

"The infamous barn where all your moves are practiced in?" Carlos replied with a cheeky smile which made Seb stop breathing for a second because of how cute the black haired boy was at that moment.

Seb gave a quick nod, "That's the one." Seb opened the front door and held it out so that the other boy could walk through.

"Why thank you." Carlos said while walking through and then turning around to wait for Seb to lock the door behind him. Seb chuckled while walking closer to his almost-boyfriend and reaching for his hand. The boys intertwined fingers and walked comfortably to the other side of the property. Carlos was still flustered that another boy, let alone Seb, was holding his hand. They both exchanged glances and small chuckles within their conversation while treading towards the barn.

When they reached the barn, seb let go of the other boys hand and tugged on the door handles. "So... I wanted to surprise you." Seb said as he tried to gauge the black haired boys reaction. "Do you like it?"

Carlos entered the barn and was filled with pure euphoria. "I love it. I can't believe you did this for me." Carlos said while examining all the thought Seb had put into the room. This had prompted Seb to close the wooden doors.

The blonde boy inched closer to where Carlos was standing. "You deserve it. After everything you've done for me and everyone else. You've taught me so much about myself and you've helped me get out of my shell completely." Seb said only inches away from the other boys face.

Carlos leaned in closer. Sebs soft breath coming into reach. Seb softly placed his hand on the boys neck, closing the distance between them. With that, they melted into a sweet kiss, their bodies pressing into one another softly. After a few seconds the boys returned for air. They both ginned but remained speechless for a second. "Wow." Seb whispered just before moving his hand away from the other boy.

"Thank you for that. And also what you just said. You mean so much to me." He said chuckling while his face turned even redder than it already was. Carlos sat on the edge of the blankets watching as the blonde boy walked the other way.

"Thank you, Carlos." Seb said moving over to the small table in order to get the roses and the card. He approached the other boy with deliberation on his face, "So, you should read this." Seb handed Carlos the card while sitting right next to him.

Carlos grabbed the card gently and opened it to start reading Sebs neat handwriting. "Aww Seb, you're going to make me cry." He said as he looked up at the boy next to him.

"Don't cry!!" Seb said in a concerned tone. Carlos laughed and put his hand on Sebs thigh in order to reassure the other boy.

Carlos started reading the card, trying to hold back the happy tears emerging from his eyes. 'Dear Carlos, you've been a really great friend ever since last year's production of Brigadoon. And, I've had a crush on you since then. I couldn't even believe you asked me to go to homecoming with you. I still feel bad that I was late. But, at least our ties matched. Anyways, I want you to be my boyfriend.'

"Sorry if it's cheesy." Seb said as he waited for a response.

Carlos put the card down beside him, as well as the flowers. "It's perfect, just like you. Of course I will be your boyfriend." Carlos replied and immediately gave Seb a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I was hoping you'd want to watch the high school musical movies with me." Seb commented, pointing to the projector.

"PLEASE!!" Carlos exclaimed as he started getting under the first blanket.

"We should probably get your bag from the house first." Seb added, giggling and getting up.

Carlos reached for Sebs hand and pulled him down onto him, "We don't have to!" Seb hugged the boy in the interesting position they were in. They both laughed in sync with one another.

"Okayyy fine, let me put on the movie first." Seb smiled and got up from the other boys grasp to project the movie.

The farm boy put on the movie and walked back over to the blanket pile. He got into the right side next to Carlos under the blanket. Seb cuddled up closer to Carlos. He put his head on the other boys chest just as the movie started. Carlos couldn't help but playing with the blondes hair. The boys stayed like this for the rest of the night. Of course, with the addition of many laughs, snacks, and cuddling. They ended up falling asleep only getting to the middle of the second movie. But frankly, they weren't paying attention anyways.

#seblos #seb matthew smith #carlos #hsmtmts #oneshot #this is my first oneshot please dont roast me #i love my discord fam #thank you for reading

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