#probably ran out of ketchup?

[curseddollfaye]

Imagine Gojo as a girl dad and his little twin comes home from school one day after a long day of preschool. Her white hair pulled up in two pig tails as she chatters your ear off when you pulled up home and unlock the front door. Your laugh muffled by your hand as you walk down the hall with your daughter skipping ahead of you.

“Papa! Guess what!” She yells as soon as she spots him in the kitchen, already preparing her favorite after school snack; Dino nuggets and ketchup

“Princess! Oh daddy missed you soooo much!” Your husband as dramatic as ever helps her remove her backpack and put her lunchbox to the side as he lifts her up and tosses her little body in the air. The kitchen echoing with the sounds of your daughter content with being in the safe arms of her father.

“What is it you want to tell me hmm?” He presses a big smack of a kiss to her forehead as he moves to fix her plate for her while she waits on the island counter. A cheeky smile on her face which scares you sometimes on how much it looks exactly like Gojo.

“Go ahead baby tell daddy what happened at school” You nonchalantly him fixing a pigtail.

Your daughters eyes sparkle as a plate of nuggets as ketchup is presented to her. Taking t-Rex shape and generously dipping it into her ketchup. “I’m getting married Papa” She says it so seriously it’s comical how Gojo’s brightened up face falls.

You swear you see the last of air escape his lungs, leaving the man breathless and stressed.

By a four year old.

“W-what? To who?!”

“Jack! He goes to my school Papa!” She laughs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Of course she wanted a wedding just like the pictures her mama showed her from their family picture album.

“Well you can’t get married” You snort a laugh as he sends you a glare. How can you laugh at times like these? Your little girl is fixated on getting married to some bastard 4 year old who probably says the same thing to all the other little girls! That just won’t do.

“Im going to need to have a talk with him”

“No papa you can’t until the wedding! Oh by the way, I needs some monies” Gojo’s twin mumbles.

The act the same too You think watching the gears in Gojo’s head turn.

“Well you can’t get married” He shrugs

“Why?” your daughter frowns.

“Ah man you havent heard? They just ran out of weddings baby girl. Who knows when they’ll restock”

“Oh” his sweet baby frowns, he swears he sees her almost tear up but he quickly intervenes.

The next best thing next to a wedding.

“But daddy will take you out for some ice cream and buy another toy you can pick out! You wanted that new bluey toy this morning right? The one from the tv?”

“Satoru she just got that massive Barbie dream house delivered the other day she doesn’t need-“

“Yay!” Your daughter squeals and tosses herself into her fathers arms.

Problem solved for now , weddings are discontinued in your house until further notice…

#gojo satoru fic #jjk gojo #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo saturo #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

[oomisluvr]

(new!) domestic sakusa strikes again!

a/n: im so in love with the idea of kiyoomi meeting ur friends!! and them all getting along!! a short drabble, roughly 600 words. this takes place in the early stages of the relationship :')

An apartment full of five drunk girls is much louder than what Kiyoomi expected, but at least he knows he’s got the right address.

Three raps on the door activate a chorus of shrieks, and a flurry of footsteps rush for the door.

It swings open with a loud smack.

It’s your friend, the one from college with the dyed hair and smiley piercing. Kiyoomi rushes to introduce himself as your boyfriend, bowing lowly as a sign of respect to one of your closest friends. He recognises her from the pictures on your Instagram.

On the way up, he realizes she left, having opened the door and ran off to do god knows what. He blinks.

Should he… come in? Is that allowed? He’s still bent at a 45 degree angle. 

He figures it’s fine, and steps inside.

Rounding the corner, he almost laughs when he sees you, crisscrossed on the living room rug, scarfing down a large McDonald’s fry like it’s your first meal in months. He sees where your friend ran off to, having joined the rest of you all in a gossiping ring. He pretends like he can’t see up your mini skirt. 

“Hi.” He grins, boyish and cute and a little bit shy. His hair is still damp from his nightly shower, wet curls bouncing in his face making him look a few years younger. He clears his throat and waves awkwardly, “I’m Kiyoomi. It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for taking care of–”

“Ki!” You cheer, eyes lit up in excitement. You pat the spot next to you with three heavy smacks, “What are you doing here? Come sit!” 

Looking to your friend for permission to further enter her home, he kicks off his shoes and settles next to you on the rug. He kisses your forehead in greeting. You feed him a fry as thanks. Your friends coo at the interaction.

“I’m here to take you home.” He wipes a glob of ketchup from your chin. You’re gonna hear all about this tomorrow. “Ready to go?”

“Can’t I finish my food first?” You haven’t been able to stop giggling since he got here. You’re genuinely so fucking happy to see him. His Naruto themed socks make you giggle harder.

“Of course.” He confirms, adjusting the throw blanket to cover your toes, “Tell me about your night.”

“Oh my god!” Your other friend squeals, smacking the arm of the girl to her left. She’s the one that works in accounting, he thinks. You two get brunch every other Sunday, if he’s remembering correctly. “Tell him about the fucking bartender!”

All five of you double over in laughter, screaming half-finished sentences and pointing fingers at one another. Kiyoomi shakes his head in amusement, does he even want to know?

You all continue trading off stories and perspectives, and Kiyoomi feels like he’s watching a reality television show. Your nights out are much more exciting than his. At one point your friend complains about the low water pressure in her kitchen sink, to which Kiyoomi helpfully offers to replace it.

Kiyoomi’s never felt more important, giving a mini-lesson on how to change a water filter to five drunk girls. You all cheer when he flicks the tap on, the full pressure having been returned to the faucet. 

When all’s said and done, you help clean up the food containers and blankets.

“Thank you,” you whisper, fluffing a couch pillow, “For helping her. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem,” He whispers back, looking around, “Will they be okay by themselves?”

“Oh yeah,” You confirm, “We do this all the time. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning so we can all get breakfast together.”

He hums in confirmation, “Ready to go then?”

“Yes.” You smile deviously, “But only if you carry me.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, scooping up the heels you had tossed on the floor, “Fine. Only if I get to come to breakfast, too.”

kiyoomi is one of the girlies 💅💅💅

#sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi #sakusa #msby sakusa #haikyuu #msby #domestic sakusa #domestic.sakusa

[jamie-leah]

Lifeline

Bucky x Reader Fic

Oneshot? Series? You tell me...

Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.

Word Count: 1,809

Warnings: Mentions of physical abusive, Abusive relationship, descriptions of panic attack, rusty writing, fluff

A/N: Thought I would dip my toe back in the water, see how you're all doing? Feel free to tell me if you want more and feel free to make requests. I need to get back into the swing of things!

Next Part--->

Masterlist of Masterlists

It’s been two months, and he still hasn’t found you yet. Despite the nightmares and the hypervigilance, you would call that a win. It’s the longest he’s gone without finding you. Maybe he’s given up? But deep down you know that isn’t the case. You humiliated him when you ran, left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone. There would be questions from the neighbours, friends and family. He would never let a slight like that go, and you know it.  

The bell dings above the door in the diner you’ve been working at since you arrived in New York. It brings you out of your head and into the present, to see Bucky walk through the door. You hadn’t realised that it was that time in your shift, looking over to the clock to confirm that it was in fact nine at night.  

You give him a smile. A small one, but the most genuine you’ve been able to manage since running from your ex almost a year ago now. He returns a full watt smile of his own. A smile you never see him give to anyone else, but you don’t look too deeply into that considering you’ve never seen him outside of this diner.  

He sits at the bar upfront to the counter where you already have his black coffee waiting, “you fancy any food? Kitchen is closing soon”, you ask.  

“I’ll take a plate of fries if there’s any going?”, his voice sending a tiny shiver down your spine that makes your toes curl ever so slightly. You are aware of this growing attraction you have to him since he started to come in here regularly a week after you started. And you hadn’t thought about anyone like that since...well since you started your relationship with Andrew around seven years ago.  

Bucky never said much the first few times he came in. He would just nurse a few cups of coffee at night and then leave but after two weeks like that he caught you on a particularly rough day. You were in the middle of a panic attack when he jumped into action and calmed you down and stared anyone down who might have looked or said anything.  

Since then, the damn broke and while you may have not told him about your ex, you both shared some personal titbits that would probably qualify you as friends rather than acquaintances. And ever since that time you told him you hadn’t had time for a break or a bite to eat, he orders fries and makes you share with him. He feigns that the portions are too big, and he needs your help to finish them off, but you know better. You don’t say otherwise, you’re grateful either way.  

When you place the fries in front of him, he asks, “busy tonight?”  

You shake your head as you pop a fry into your mouth, “not really. It’s always quiet on a Tuesday. How was your day? Save anyone today?”  

Bucky rolls his eyes at you. You had no idea who he was when he first came in. And Bucky still had to spell out who he was and why people stared at him in the diner. You were vaguely aware of superheroes, but Andrew kept you rather sheltered so you never knew who they were or the politics of them all.  

Bucky grabs the ketchup and squirts some on your side of the plate and some on his, “no missions today. You know I’m gone for a while when I am.”  

You sigh, because yes you do know he’s gone for a while when he has missions and its usually the longest days or sometimes weeks without him coming in every day.  

You shrug, “I don’t know, there was that time you saved someone from a car explosion on your way here.”  

You smirk as he groans at the mention of his heroics, “that was one time! I can’t believe that even showed on the news.”  

You throw a fry at his face, “I can’t believe I had to find out from the news! You didn’t say a word the entire time you sat here.”  

You laugh as you see a familiar blush creep up from his neck and blooms on his sharp cheeks, “I didn’t think it was a big deal”, he mumbles out.  

Someone walks in through the door, the familiar bell ringing. You walk from behind the counter as they take a seat at a booth. You squeeze Bucky’s shoulder as you pass by and murmur, “everything you do is a big deal to me.”  

You don’t wait for his reply or even a reaction as you head over to the couple talking quietly. You take their order and head over to the back and shout through to Kevin, “hey Kev, you got time for one more food order?”  

He pokes his head from the back, “sure thing”  

You pass him the slip and turn back to Bucky about to say something when a smash comes from the kitchen. You duck. No time to think, your body reacts on instinct, preparing for the worst while try to dodge the inevitable violence that is always directed at you.  

You stay crouched on the floor frozen in place, trapped in your mind at a time when you burned dinner for Andrew, and he threw places and cups all around the kitchen. Curled up on the floor, arms over your head trying to stop any shards from catching your face. You had to pick a few from your arms when he finally calmed down and left to go to the bar.  

Warm hands reach out to hold your face steady. You didn’t know your body was shaking until those hands held your face. So gentle in their touch you know they can’t be Andrew’s. You peek your eyes open and see beautiful, plump lips moving, forming shapes that should come out as words, but you don’t hear anything. Just rushing in your ears.  

It isn’t until your eyes glide up to the steel blue of Bucky’s that you let the air back into your lungs, the roaring subsiding until you hear his quiet murmurs, “you’re here, you’re safe with me. Come back to me.”  

Bucky feels you return to yourself more as your eyes dart around and your hands come to grip his tightly which are still holding your face. You manage a strangled, “I’m sorry” before your throat closes again.  

Bucky shakes his head, “nothing to apologise for.” 

When your whole body stops shaking, Bucky guides you back to a standing position. You glance over the counter, and no one is looking. They had no idea that your whole world suddenly came to a stop. No idea that you practically broke down over a broken plate in the kitchen.  

Bucky pulls your gaze back to his, “you with me?”  

You nod slowly, still not trusting your voice.  

Kevin puts the plates of food down on in the window without even looking before heading back to the kitchen. You reach out, your hands still shaking to take the plates but Bucky captures your hands with his. He links them for a few moments before placing them back at your sides. He takes the plates and heads over to the table you took the order from and delivers them with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.  

His false cheeriness is what starts to bring you back to yourself as you raise your eyebrows at his return, “why don’t you ever greet me like that?”  

He laughs, his head tipping back as he takes his seat again, “because you’re special.”  

“That’s what you say to all the girls”, you reply.  

And just like that the incident is gone. Not forgotten though, you don’t miss the way Bucky watches you more closely, the corners of his mouth set slightly lower now that he’s reminded of how broken you really are. He doesn’t ask, and you’re grateful for that. You’re not ready to talk about the monster that you try pretending doesn’t exist. But you never forget either.  

Bucky stays with you for the rest of your shift. He stands behind you like a bodyguard as you lock up the diner at one in the morning, just when the clubs really start getting busy. He makes a point to walk you all the way back to your apartment building and you don’t miss the frown he always gives it.  

You bump his arm with your shoulder, “it's not as bad as it looks, you know.” 

His face scrunches up, “if you say so. Still don’t like the thought of leaving you here though.”  

You bump into him again with a small smile, “careful Buck, some people might think you’ve gone soft.” 

You see his mouth twitch upwards as he replies, “only for some people.” 

You stare into the eyes that are staring back at you. You can feel them trying to tell you something, but you can’t quite understand. Or maybe you don’t want to because it doesn’t make sense. Someone like you doesn’t get to be happy, someone like you doesn’t get someone like him. You’ve never been that lucky.  

A horn blare down the street, as people whoop from the windows. It breaks the spell as you both turn to look with a small chuckle.  

“I better get inside, I’m beat.” You tell him as you point to your building.  

Bucky clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, definitely. I might be gone for a couple of days. A few things I need to take care of but I’m back on your day off...fancy hanging out?” 

The question almost trails off, but his stare remains intense. It dries up your throat as you open it and close it like a fish for a few moments.  

“It’s okay if you had plans, I just thought it might be nice to do something outside the diner and-”  

“I’d love to.”  

“And I was thinking we could- wait, really?” He looks to you as if he’s waiting for the punchline and it makes your heart ache.  

You give him a warm smile, “I’d love to do something. Despite being here for a few months, I haven’t seen much of New York so will be nice to get out with someone that knows it well.”  

His face splits in two to let out a huge smile, “Okay...okay, I’ll text you when I’m back?” 

You give him a nod and a shy smile, “yeah, sounds good. Goodnight Bucky.”  

His smile is so wide you don’t think he’ll be able to get any words out, so you turn and walk into your building, only glancing back once the elevator doors open to see him still stood there, smiling.  

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #bucky #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky masterlist #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky fandom

[steddieas-shegoes]

the fifth night

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'hanukkah' (my family is non-practicing, but my great grandfather saltzman very much tried to keep us involved and the dreidel game with chocolate gelt was his way of teaching us something) rated: t wc: 736 tags: non-practicing Jewish Eddie, getting together, first kiss, flirting through the use of chocolate

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Steve hadn't spoken to Miriam in almost ten years, not since his parents had let her go with the excuse that he was old enough to take care of his own needs at the age of 10.

She'd left him her number to call if he needed anything, but as most children do, he lost the piece of paper it was on.

Every year, on the fifth night of Hanukkah, he thought of her and her family, how they'd always made sure he was a part of their celebrations, even if he didn't understand most of them.

"What're you making?" Eddie asked as he walked into the kitchen, hands full of notebooks and folders for Hellfire.

"Latkes. Do you think everyone will want applesauce or sour cream?" Steve said over his shoulder, focused on making sure none of them overcooked. "Maybe I should just get both out. Gareth will probably want ketchup. Dustin, too."

He was met with silence, which was fine, he was used to Eddie distracting himself from conversations before he even got the answer to his original question. It was something he kind of lo-

"You're making latkes."

Steve turned at the tone in his voice, serious, but with the hint of a smile.

Sure enough, Eddie had a small smile on his face.

"Have you had latkes?" Steve asked.

Eddie set his things down on the counter and froze, noticing the mesh bag of chocolate gold coins sitting there.

"Are these for a dreidel game?" Eddie looked up at him.

"I don't have a dreidel anymore, but I figured since it's the fifth night, I could give one to everyone," Steve shrugged.

"I didn't know you celebrated Hanukkah."

"I mean, I don't. Not for religious purposes. But my nanny when I was young taught me about it and always brought her kids over on the fifth night to play," Steve watched as Eddie opened the bag and pulled out a coin. "Have you played?"

"My mom's family celebrated. I didn't really get a chance to do much, but when I was little, she always snuck me extra chocolate coins while the older kids argued about who won or whatever," Eddie smiled sadly. "Wayne tried to teach me, but I was kind of a brat when I first started living with him so I never learned."

Steve walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing reassuringly.

"Never too late to learn. Maybe I can find one tomorrow?"

Eddie's eyes widened.

"Wait, did you say Miriam? Miriam Saltzman?" Eddie stood up straight.

"Um, yeah I think so. Why?"

"My aunt Miriam used to be a nanny!"

Steve's eyes widened.

"My Miriam? She's your aunt?"

Eddie nodded. "Must be." He paused, then tilted his head at Steve. "You're the Steve she always said she wished she could take home with her. She loved you."

Steve felt his face heat up in a blush, and that was before Eddie's hands cupped his cheeks.

"You must've been cute if she loved you so much. She barely liked most of the kids in the family," Eddie smirked. "You're pretty cute now."

Steve's lips parted in shock at Eddie's words.

"Cannot believe you're making latkes for us tonight. And giving us gelt? I knew I loved you for a reason," Eddie continued.

For a brief moment, Steve realized that the latkes in the oil would be burnt by the time he got back to them, but it passed quickly when he saw Eddie's eyes dart down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

"Might even give you two coins if you kiss me," Steve whispered.

"Sounds like a deal to me," Eddie smirked as he leaned in to brush their lips together in one of the softest kisses Steve's ever had.

When they pulled apart, Steve ran back to the stove while Eddie watched him, distracted from setting up the table for D&D.

"So, sour cream or applesauce?" Steve asked.

"Oh, I like both," Eddie responded.

Steve turned back to him, disgusted.

"Not together, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course together."

"No more kissing. I take that one back. You're gross," Steve sighed. "Knew it was too good to be true."

"And they say I'm the dramatic one," Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, planting a kiss on Steve's cheek before gathering his things and leaving to set up the table.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #hanukkah

[geralts-yenn]

I need you now

Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)

summary: after an accident, your cute neighbor takes care of you

warnings: mention of a car accident, reader gets an injection, has a broken arm, that's it, I think

word count: 3,6k

A/N: A sweet nonnie asked me to write some Evan fluff. My first thought was "Another WIP, I can't do that!" But then the little devil on my shoulder whispered "You always wanted to write for Evan!" And one sleepless night later, I had the plot for this in my head.

Hope you like it, nonnie!

My masterlist

Slowly, you tried to open your eyes, but everything was just a blurry mix of colors. You realized you felt hot streaks running down your cheeks and assumed that tears must be the reason for your limited sight. Other than that, the only thing you noticed was a piercing pain in your left arm. The kind of pain that suffocates all other senses. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there but after some time your body moved. You blinked again and saw a blurred face hovering above you.

“Hey, ma’am, can you talk to me? What’s your name?” You wanted to nod but realized that your head wasn’t moving. With difficulty, you drawled out your name.

“Okay, that’s good! Are you experiencing pain right now? Do you recall what happened?” You told the guy about your arm and after some thinking you remembered being on your way to run some errands when suddenly there was a loud bang and your car spun around in circles. Then another bang. That was all you knew.

The man kept talking to you, his voice deep and soothing, even if you couldn’t follow what he was saying. Then you felt a sting on your other arm, followed by the sensation of ice running up your arm through your veins. 

After this, everything got clearer with every minute. And the pain in your arm slowly faded. You opened your eyes once more, and now the face in front of you wasn’t blurry anymore. In fact, it was gorgeous. Sharp jaw, covered in maybe three days of hair growth. Dimples on his nose and on his chin. Blue eyes with lashes to die for watching you attentively. Oh, he’s cute. And somehow familiar. You heard a chuckle and realized you probably said this out loud. But you were still too dizzy to really care. 

“Your arm is broken, but apart from that, you seem to be fine. We'll take you to the hospital, but I think there's not much to worry about. You'll get a cast and some painkillers for the next few days.”

Your gaze was still on the medic that was now sitting beside you. And you finally recalled why he looked so familiar. 

He was the guy who ran by your kitchen window every morning. You had seen him the first day after you moved into your new home, he lived across the street from you. 

“You're my neighbor,” you told him with a stupid smile on your face. So you were still a little confused because if you were thinking straight you would have been too shy to tell him.

He looked at you curiously, but then you saw how it clicked. “Yeah, the house with the blue door. You're the girl who moved in recently.”  He gave you a warm smile. “I'm Evan.”

***

There was a knock on the door and you wondered who it could be. You didn't know anyone in this town and you hadn't ordered anything. Maybe it was the police, wanting some more information about the guy that cut you off and hit your car. 

But you would have never suspected to see Evan when you opened the door. 

“Hey! I just wanted to check on you and see if you need anything.” His smile was adorable. You greeted him and let him in, even if you were painfully aware of how horribly you must have looked. 

You told him that you were doing fine. You really did, considering the fact that you had a cast up to your shoulder and you were living alone, most of your stuff still packed away in boxes. So, objectively, you were probably not doing too fine.

And that's what Evan noticed, too, when he saw the plate with the left-overs of dry pasta and ketchup that you've been eating. You were on your way to grocery shopping when you had your accident, so your fridge was almost empty.  Evan looked at you with a frown. 

“And now the honest answer?” He was probably trying to look stern but you couldn't think of anything else as "puppy". 

But you admitted that it would be helpful if he could get you some food and maybe he could also go find the box with your books because you were already bored as hell, not being able to do anything but sit around. 

Evan opened the fridge and made mental notes of what was missing. Then he accompanied you to your bedroom and after opening some boxes, you finally had a book to spend some time with. 

When Evan was gone to get your groceries, your mind went back to how his shirt was riding up his stomach when he reached for your boxes and you had gotten a glimpse at his toned abs. 

You decided you needed to stop thirsting over the nice guy who only wanted to help you, so you carefully sank onto the couch. There was a cup of tea that Evan had made for you before he left and you sighed contently as you opened your book. 

You were about fifty pages in when you realized that your brain had made the male protagonist in your story look like Evan. Maybe you should have been embarrassed, but to be honest, who could blame you? He was incredibly attractive and you were just a woman, not a saint.

You had just arrived at the scene where your book hero admitted his feelings to the oblivious main character and they shared a first kiss, when there was a knock on the door again. 

And seeing the real Evan standing there, packed with bags, did so much more to your heart than the story you were reading. And the way he moved so comfortably around in your kitchen, stowing away the things he got for you, you couldn’t help but think that he really fitted well into your home. Damn, so you really had a crush on him! 

You were trying to help Evan, but he took everything you picked up out of your hand, just asking you where to put it. When everything was put aside, you made your way to the door. 

“Thank you so much, Evan. You really saved me today.” But Evan didn’t follow you. He kept leaning against the kitchen counter with his adorable smile only widening. 

“I’m not done yet. You need to eat some real food. Let me cook something for you, please.” Now, that was unexpected. How could you say no to that? And so Evan started chopping vegetables while you sat back on the couch with your book, as he had insisted. 

Soon the room was filled with the scent of the curry he was preparing for you. Every now and then you glanced over at him and your heart skipped a beat when he caught you and winked, dimples forming on his cheeks by the way he smiled. 

You got up and eventually Evan let you help to set the table and then you both sat there with a plate of curry in front of you. Evan looked at you expectantly as you took the first bite.

“Oh my god! This is delicious. How can I ever make up for your help, Evan?” He chuckled and shook his head. 

“You don’t have to make up for anything. I love cooking and having someone to share a meal actually makes it so much more fun.” 

You chatted about your work and the town and whatever came to your mind while eating and everything felt just incredibly comfy and easy. Evan put the left-overs into your fridge so you could warm them up. And then, of course, he also took it upon himself to do the dishes. You wouldn’t let him, but he was having none of it. 

But then he had put the last plate into the cabinet and it was about time for him to leave. You didn’t want him to, but you would have never told him. So he was standing on your porch, smiling at you. For a second, you considered if kissing his cheek was an option, but you didn’t dare. 

“Thank you, Evan, really! You are my hero today.” To your surprise, he wrapped an arm around you and hugged you. It was a little awkward with your cast in the way, but nevertheless your heart skipped a beat when you felt his touch. 

***

The next day you spent with more reading. And more daydreaming about the man who had turned your life upside down in an instant. You ate the rest of his curry around midday, and the memories of the last night its taste brought back were too sweet. 

You had been sleeping on the couch for a while when you heard the knock on the door. Could this be Evan again? He hadn’t said anything about coming back yesterday. 

You could have jumped for joy when he really stood there at your door. 

“Hey! Are you hungry? I brought some steaks.” He held up a bag. 

This time he actually let you help him. At least the little things you could manage to do with one hand. Evan cut the potatoes and vegetables and put them on a tray, while you were allowed to put the olive oil and herbs on top. When they were in the oven, you started to set the table while Evan took care of the steaks. 

When you both sat at the table and you looked down on your plate, you started to laugh. Evan frowned but then he realized his mistake. 

“Oh shit! I haven’t thought of that. Damn!” Quickly, he moved around the table and squatted down beside you. He took your cutlery and began to cut your steak and vegetables into small pieces, his arms wrapped around you and his chest pressed against your back.

You could feel his breath on your neck and it took all of your willpower not to turn your head and kiss him. Way too soon, all your food was chopped into small enough pieces and Evan was back in his chair. Again, talking to him was so easy and sitting there and eating with him next to you felt incredibly cozy.

Some of the pieces of food were a bit unruly and you had to fight to get them on your fork with one hand. Evan noticed and leaned over. He put them on his own fork and held it out for you. And damn, having this man feed you this delicious meal made you feel things. You watched his slender fingers wrapped around his fork moving to your mouth and you thought about what you wanted those hands to do to you. 

After taking a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, you locked your eyes with Evan. And for the first time you noticed something in his gaze that told you that maybe you weren’t the only one that felt like this. Evan watched you with hooded eyes and licked his upper lip as you took another bite from him. 

The rest of the time you spent eating, you dwelled on how to tell Evan about your growing feelings. This was all happening way too fast for your liking. And the fact that you couldn’t just ask him out on a date because you were forced to stay at home with that stupid cast, sitting here in an old shirt and sweatpants was utterly annoying. Without coming to any conclusion, you just helped Evan to put away the dishes he had washed and then he grabbed his jacket. 

“Hey, can we share numbers? I thought that it would be a good idea. You could send me a text when you need something.” 

‘I need you now’ probably wasn’t the text he had in mind, but it was the first thing that came into your mind, and somehow it felt good to know that you had the opportunity to do this if you ever were brave enough.

As you said goodbye to each other, this time you expected the embrace, so it wasn’t that awkward anymore. But Evan surprised you another time when his lips brushed gently over your cheek. “Good night. Tomorrow I have to work the evening shift. Would you mind if I got us breakfast?” 

***

You hardly slept at all, pondering about your feelings and cursing about the cast that was in your way, no matter how you turned. 

A look in the mirror after you got up made you curse even more. Damn! You managed to wash yourself and you could change your pants. But you just couldn’t get out of that stupid shirt and after three days in it, it was wrinkled and you thought it was smelly too. And your hair!

You tried to comb through it as good as possible with your good arm, but it still looked awful. You needed to wash it, but how? Taking a shower wasn’t an option, and you needed two hands to wash it in the sink or in the bath tub. 

Long story short, you felt like shit. And thinking of Evan seeing you like this wasn’t improving your mood. Okay, he had seen you twelve hours earlier, and probably you didn’t look considerably worse. But twelve hours earlier, you hadn’t yet realized just how much you felt for Evan. At least you hadn’t admitted it to yourself.

Speaking of, there was the knock on the door. 

“Hey! Good morning!” He greeted you with the smile that you had grown to love, but today you didn’t reciprocate. You barely nodded as you let him in. And of course Evan immediately knew something was off. 

“Hey, are you in pain?” He guided you to sit on the couch and squatted down in front of you, switching to paramedic mode instantly. You shook your head but Evan didn’t let go of you. “What’s the matter? You’re not okay!” 

Lacking of other ideas what you could tell him, you went for the truth. At least for half of it.

“I feel horrible. I need to get out of those smelly clothes and I really need to wash my hair.” 

Evan let out a breath he was holding when he heard you. 

“Oh, sweetheart! First of all, you’re not smelly.” He chuckled. “And I can help you with that. I’m a medic, if you forgot.” You hadn’t even thought of that option. And now it was too late to wonder if you were comfortable with Evan doing this for you. Because by now you knew how stubborn Evan was and he surely wouldn’t leave you without helping you. 

He guided you to your bedroom. “Do you have a shirt with buttons or a zipper? It would be easier for you to undress with that.” He looked around in the chaos of boxes that were still spread over the room. 

“I think there should be a zip hoodie in this one.” You pointed to a box standing on top of your bookshelf. Evan fished for it and started to browse through it. As you poked over his shoulder you realized your mistake too late. Evan carefully put your lingerie aside and acted as if he hadn’t seen it, though you noticed his ears reddening. Finally he held the hoodie in his hands. 

That was when you recognized the next problem. You weren’t wearing a bra. You couldn’t let Evan help you into the hoodie with no bra on. There was just so much embarrassment you could endure. But you weren’t wearing a bra for a reason, you weren’t able to close the clasp, dammit.

“Uhm, I may need you to help me into a bra first.” You hid your timidity behind your hand. All of this was not at all how you had imagined getting closer to Evan. In fact, it was so absolutely awkward that it was almost funny. Almost!

Evan’s ears reddened further, even if he told you that this wasn’t a problem at all. You managed to fumble a bra under your shirt and pressed it against your chest. Evan’s hands moved under the shirt, too, and you held your breath when his fingers brushed over your skin. He skillfully closed the bra without needing to look at it, which you were very thankful for. 

Next, your shirt had to be removed. Now this wasn't as easy. Evan helped you out of the sleeve with your good arm. Okay. Then he grabbed the hem of your shirt and locked his eyes with you, silently asking for your consent to lift it. This felt incredibly intimate. It WAS incredibly intimate and you were surprised at how comfortable you still felt.

Evan pulled your shirt up and over your head. You heard him taking a breath before he pulled the shirt sideways over your cast as carefully as possible. When your head was free again you looked at him and he gave you a shy but encouraging smile. 

Evan circled you to stand behind you. Probably so he didn't need to focus so much not to drop his gaze to your chest, you thought, and to your own surprise it amused you. This was probably the most awkward way of flirting you had ever done, but it worked. 

He helped you get into the sleeves of the hoodie. Without him, you wouldn't have managed to get it over your cast. And the way his hands moved over your arms and shoulders to adjust the fabric made you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Then his hands wrapped around your waist to close the zipper. More butterflies. You really tried to suppress the moan as you felt his touch but it slipped your mouth. And it got you a sharp inhale of Evan in response.  But in the end you were decent again.

“Uhm, bathroom?” Evan's voice told you how much he was affected by the situation, too, and somehow that knowledge was calming. 

You led the way to your small bathroom. Evan looked around and after some thinking he put down a few of your towels and guided you to sit on them. Your back resting against the bathtub, you looked up at him. 

"I think this will work. Is it comfortable for you?” he asked and you hummed affirmatively. 

Evan knelt down next to you and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. You watched him, your eyes fixed on the veins of his forearms. 

And Evan watched you watching him, clenching his jaw. By now, the tension between the two of you was undeniable. None of you spoke more than needed, and every movement seemed to happen in slow motion. 

Evan bowed down over you and turned on the water on the hand shower. His chest was hovering inches over your face and you took in his scent. 

As Evan checked the temperature with his wrist, you decided to shut your eyes. You definitely had to reduce the sensations that hit you while he washed your hair, else you'd go insane. 

There was Evan's hand in your hair, carefully running his fingers through your locks. Then the warm water was gushing over your head. Evan's hand kept brushing through your tresses, making sure that every strand got wet.

“Is this okay?” he checked on you once more, and again you couldn't give him more than a hum. 

It seemed to be enough for Evan to go on. He turned off the water and after checking your numerous hair care products, he decided on one and lathered his hands before putting them back on your head. His fingers massaged your scalp with just the perfect amount of pressure. 

The strawberry scent of your shampoo filled your nose, replacing the notes of sandalwood that Evan's cologne had left. But you couldn't be sad about it as long as his hands worked their magic on your head. 

A trail of foam ran down your forehead but Evan was fast enough to catch it before it reached your eye. 

He started the water again and rinsed your hair. You thought this wonderful experience was almost over but then Evan repeated the procedure with your conditioner.

At one point you decided you were brave enough to open your eyes again and when you blinked them open, they fell directly onto Evan's. The blue of them was almost gone, his pupils blown wide. When he saw you looking at him a soft smile played around the corners of his mouth. “Hey!” he just said.  “Hey!” you returned, a sheepish smile on your own face. 

As long as Evan had managed to drag this out, now he was done. Your hair was rinsed clean and he took a towel to wrap it around your head and rubbed your hair carefully. 

With a sigh, he got up and held a hand out for you. As you stood, you could see yourself in the mirror and watch how Evan continued to dry your hair. He removed the towel and started to comb through your strands. Goosebumps spread from your neck over your whole body. 

Evan looked deeply at you through the mirror. “Are you feeling more comfortable now?” he asked, his voice hoarse. 

“So much more.” you whispered and you turned to face him. Your hand cupped his cheek, brushing your fingers over the stubble that covered his jaw.

“That's good!” he breathed. “So you're comfortable enough to finally kiss me?” 

Instead of an answer you closed the small gap between you and pressed your lips firmly on his. 

#evan marshall #evan marhall x reader #evan marshall fanfiction #evan marshall fanfic #I need you now

[gooselycharm]

hi there! i'd just like to say that your kris and noelle "something else" comic has been driving me insane /pos and i'd love to hear more of your thoughts on those two!! their relationship is one of my favorite things in deltarune and your comic just got everything about them so right 🙏

thank you for reading "something else"! oh man, [more of] my thoughts on kris+noelle.... i sure got some of those.

this was one of the first tweets i made after finishing chapter 2 nearly... freaking 2 years ago. and basically i've just been saying that over and over again in different ways because i'm still not tired of the concept yet and probably wont ever be LOL. i'm obsessed with how badly the narrative wants to force them into an easily categorizable dynamic, especially the romantic one in snowgrave. the literal THORN RING, the more possessive dialogue options, spamton calling noelle a side chick LOL... it all creates this unnerving visual novel bad end atmosphere that feels manufactured by someone who's only ever learned about romance through secondhand sources. they're two queer teens trying to navigate their changing relationship with the only role models they know being their parents' own failed heterosexual marriages. they're so divorced² (divorced children of divorce).

i also like that for being so tragically doomed coded they can be funny! both in a dark humor way and also like, genuinely funny, like the stories of them as kids with kris covering themselves in ketchup and hiding under noelle's bed lmao. i mean there's even something funny about the romantic trappings of the snowgrave route, like trying to put wedding cake embellishments on a crime scene... you know, funny like kids trying on their parents clothes but they're too big and for some reason they're also crying and covered in blood? um.

i'm also SOOOO interested to see how snowgrave will continue in chapter 3! i really liked the hopeful note chapter 2 ended on (well. i took it as hopeful anyway). there's that bit where noelle is talking to herself and she says something like "recently kris has been acting so strange and no one else has noticed... i have to figure out why" and then kris jumpscares her LOL but i think i took that one line and really ran with it. noelle really is the one who knows kris best and despite how scared she is, she's still determined to help them... i like the little subversion of victim/hero going on, the implication that kris might be the one who needs rescuing.

the additional story/lore that came with the spamton sweepstakes made me CRAAAZYYYYY like my GOD... it's cute that noelle likes glitches/creepypasta when kris is kinda a walking creepypasta <3 also, god, noelle falling asleep listening to kris playing piano in the other room... there's so much like. wistfulness and nostalgia and this like... distant/detached intimacy packed into how noelle narrates that scene. it's kind of funny how much there is to dig into when like on a surface level they're just fairly regular childhood friends who grew apart LMAO they're extremely deep to me okay...

on another note i guess i do ship them? i like their dynamic whether it's platonic or romantic (the best is a weird mix of both 👍). it just can't be boring LOL like... this is one ship where trying to apply cookie cutter tropes to them really falls flat and the game is ahead of you on that anyway. in terms of romantically shipping them, i honestly don't think they're doomed to repeat patterns forever... i think they could actually be good for each other! but that's not really the aspect of their relationship that interests me akldjf;alk;sdg maybe i will make 60 page comic of kriselle going to couples counseling some other time

ANYWAY i'm going to cut myself off here, because i really could go on forever lol. i'll give you some links for further reading though

hellspawnmotel's deltarune art

lula pillowbug99's deltarune art

this art by raspbearis which features prominently in my internal kriselle bible

my own unfinished kriselle playlist

my own essay on gender & allegory in deltarune if for some reason u are not tired of hearing me talk yet

okay bye now & thanks again for reading my comic!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#deltarune #kriselle #im post #im really posting now. i be talking.

[caseylicious]

Badass.

Summary: The brothers are injured, unable to use their weapons. How do they react to the reader using the weapons against the opponent?

Characters: Leo, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie

Reader: FEMALE

Relationship: I don't really know whether or not you wanted platonic or romantic, so let's do romantic! (Established Relationship.)

Warnings: Mentions of Blood.

Words: 2673

A/N: This is a really cool request! That I am honored of writing for. I can just imagine all the battling that has happened. Anyways! Please Enjoy 💐

Tags: @el-chiste Thank you for the lovely request!

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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You heard your boyfriend scream in pain as they dropped their weapon. This villain was different from the others, it was more powerful. It thought differently than the others.

Running to his side, you checked over his wounds. They were bad and you could see how it hurt them. You knew the others couldn't make it in time even if you both ran.

So you did the only thing, you knew you could do.

Fight.

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💙 Leo

It was going to be a simple mission, stop whoever kept stealing the condiments. You had no reason why Leo had to make such a fuss over condiments being taken away.

But thinking about it now, no ketchup on fries would've been a nightmare to humans. You only imagined everybody having wars over the very condiments. It would start an anarchy in New York! Especially with the cheap hot dogs on the street.

Leo argued that it would be easier if he went on this, solo... well with you. "C'mon guys! It's just a ketchup thief. It can't be so bad, right babe?"

You nodded your head, there was no way something this silly could be dangerous, right?

Raph crossed his arms, feeling his overprotective brother instincts almost act. Mikey smiled to you both, "I believe in Y/N! C'mon Raphh!" He sighed to Mikey's encouragement, he knew that Donnie would say a comment of "Yeah, yeah. Leo's probably right."

"Fine! But don't go too far in the city. We won't be able to reach you in time if something bad were to happen." His shoulders relaxed, having confidence that Leo can handle it all by himself.

"Yeahhh, Let's do this Y/N!" Wrapping his hand around your waist, he opens a portal. Waving to his brothers. "I'll see you when I complete this on my own! Buh - Bye~"

This would be an easy mission, right?

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SLAM!

He rolled to the floor, in pain. Running towards him, you fell to your knees. "Leo! A- are you okay?! Open your eyes!" You held his hand tightly. Hoping to feel his warmth, he opened his eyes. You sighed with relief. He coughed out some blood, glancing to the enemy searching for you both. "That.. really hurt- what even is this thing?" You looked with him. trying to analyze what the creature was. "It looks like a scorpion... You were thrown really badly."

He smirked, attempting to move his arms. His smirk wiped off his face immediately unable to feel his bones. "Y- Y/N, you need to run. Get the others, I'll be right behind you." You shook your head immediately, "I can't leave you. The others won't make it in time!" He sighed, scared for his own life and yours.

When you both went through the portal, You and Leo teleported right in front of the scorpion in the act. Resulting in the battle immediately starting. It was a terrible idea of Leo even bringing you, but he wanted to show off his ninja skills.

Typical Leo, seeking out your approval and praise...

He had no clue that the first thing it'd do was throw it towards the wall, hard.

"There's no other choice Y/N..." He frowned looking away. You thought for a moment, before your own mental you gave you an idea. "There's one..."

He raised a brow, watching you pick up his two blades. He had a look of confusion, before he realized. "Y/N! Do not tell me you're going to try and attempt to fight that thing!" He couldn't lose you, he just couldn't. "I'm not attempting Leo! I am going to fight it. Be right back." Before he could say anything else he watched as you ran towards the enemy. Your hair blowing in the wind. You had no fear. He feared for the worst, suddenly watching you swing the blade in front of yourself, jumping through the portal.

Then suddenly appearing out of another one, slashing the beast. How did you even know how to use his weapon? Were you watching him each time you came along on a mission? He didn't know how to take in this information, until he watched the villain suddenly fall over. Making it unable to fight you and your boyfriend. You panted, exhausted of what you just did. Turning your head; you ran back to your boyfriend dropping his blades next to him. "Okay- we can call Donnie now for help. Let me get my pho-" He interrupted your rambling, "How did you do all that, doll?" You blinked, confused. "Do.. what?"

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He chuckled to your obliviousness. "How did you use my weapon like that? That was totally badass!" You began to blush to the compliment, "Really? You're hurt and you're calling me a badass?" He nodded with his cheeky smile.

Rolling your eyes, you dialed Donnie's number.

❤️ Raph

"The.. CD Bandit? What on earth is that?" Donnie chuckled looking at the topic on his phone. "It's on the news D! And they've taken ALL of my favorite bands' music albums!" Leo lifted his head from his comic book. "What's so important about that band?" You gasped dramatically.

"What's so important about that band?" You chuckled, your fist turning into a ball.

"What's so important about that band? Raph could see you getting upset over the whole situation. "That band is literally GOD themselves!! They're my idols! They're EVERYTHIN-"

You felt your head being pat by the bigger turtle. "Don't worry Y/N! I'll stop that bandit for you." Your frown turned to a giant smile, a smile that Raph is so, so in love with. "Really?! Oooo!!" You hugged your taller boyfriend as he blushed. His brothers gave "ooo's" and goofy stares. "Thank you, Thank you!!"

So, off you both went to face this bandit. And to bring cheer and joy to all the stans in New York...

Raph would know how much you loved that band, since he was your boyfriend. You wouldn't stop ranting about it around him!

"Y- you're welcome sweetheart, now let's get going. We wouldn't want your bands' songs to be taken of, again." You nodded your head getting on top of his shoulders, blinded from your obsession with a band. That Raph said he, himself would stop this bandit.

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And here you were, on the ground with a cut on your leg. With your boyfriend being stuck to the wall with a half-cut metal CD pinning him to the wall. His Twin sais' on the floor, you quickly got up to look at him. "Raph are you stuck?! I can try to-"

"Y/N, I'm stuck. I can't reach my weapons and-" His legs were suddenly pinned to the wall with half-cut CDs as well. You were scared that his head and legs would be cut off if he tried resisting. "D- don't move. Let me think of a plan!" He stared at you confused, "What do you mean, PLAN? The plan is to use the panic button!!"

What happened before, was that while you both were running on the roofs of New York, Raph was caught off-guard by a giant CD almost slicing your head off your body. Traumatic as that was, Raph got distracted and fell off the roof. Quickly transforming into his bigger size, catching you in his hands. He let you down on your feet before more CDs were thrown towards him.

They were just thrown too quickly for him to catch all at once. Resulting to the situation at hand...

Back to the present, you held his weapons in your own hands. They were so big in comparison. "Y/N- Now is not the time to joke around. Press the call button on my wrist!" You shook your head with a mischievous smirk. This CD bandit pissed you off the moment the news spoke about it. "You.. do NOT get to take all of those CDs and then break them, to ONLY attack my boyfriend!" You screamed in anger, running towards the bandit. He was going to call your name to get back, before he saw your arm size get bigger with the red mystic energy in his weapon.

"No sweetheart, just.. amazed. Had no clue you could use my weapon like that!" His toothy smile bringing butterflies to your stomach. "Well, watching a good older brother. I guessed I learned a thing..." You glanced over to the crime scene. "Or two."

This may be a stretch, but you punched the shit out of that thing. Forcing it to confess to the police. Now exhausted, you finally pulled the CDs off your boyfriend. When he was free, he immediately hugged you.

"R- raph? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You felt his arm around your body.

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🧡 Mikey

Your scream could be heard through the whole lair. Your boyfriend sprinting to your side immediately. "Y/N! What's wrong?! Is there a bad guy? WHERE!!" He was about to take out his kusari-fundo until he saw Leo with you. Both of you sobbing to the tablet.

"Mikey.. they they..." Leo sniffles, hugging himself. "They...? What? What did they do? Who even is they??" You cried, "THEY DESTROYED THE THRIFT STORE!!"

Mikey blinked, staring at you. "I- what?" He placed away his weapon to stare at you at Leo even more. You.. were crying because of a thrift store being destroyed? Until he thought a bit more. That thrift store was you and Leo's favorite store. That's where you bought his matching sweater with you. He gasped, finally understanding the importance of this crime.

He instantly hugged you, "Y/N! This is a job for Doctor Delicate Touch. Nobody destroys a thrift store on my watch!" Your eyes sparkled with determination to Mikey's statement. "Yeah! Nobody should have to suffer their favorite Thrift Store from being destroyed..."

You couldn't help. but imagine the families who aren't able to afford most things. Watch as stores which allowed them to buy products near their price range are destroyed. It broke your heart.

Leo nodded, "Yeah! Nobody should so... I'll be waiting here until you both fix the situation" You raised your brow towards Leo. "Weren't you just crying with me?? I thought you'd be more concerned on this with me!" He shrugged, "Yeah. I'll be concerned, but! I'm letting Mikey do a solo mission.. just don't tell Raph."

Mikey's eyes lit up hearing the news. "Leo!! This is why I love you my man!"

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Why didn't Leo tell Raph he was going on a solo mission? He was on the ground unable to move due to hanging racks clicking him to the ground. "Urghh! Y/N! Get help!" He knew this solo mission wasn't going to end well, and you were the only one with him. He couldn't risk you getting hurt, yet he was so scared of getting hurt himself.

"Mikey- I can get you out of these.. hangers?- Ugh! Just work with me here." You could hear the monster of clothes roar towards your direction. "RUNNN!"

Before this whole problem existed, you and Mikey simply chose to go into a thrift store, hoping that if it were the next target location of destruction. You both could then quickly destroy the creature. Forcing it out of its ways to the authorities!

However you both underestimated the strength of this enemy. It took you both by surprise. Using that to its advantage, separating the both of you. What makes things even worse was that everything was dark. Mikey couldn't see his surroundings, so he didn't know where to aim. Resulting in him losing his weapon while getting stuck.

You tried pulling the restraints off of him, but there was no sign of it working. Panicking, you didn't want to leave your boyfriend, bestfriend behind. Until you saw in the corner of your eye... his kusari-fundo. "Wait right here!"

You ran towards the battle field with Mikey panicking, "Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING- COME BACK!!" You smirked watching Mikeys' jaw drop. "Saving your life!" You grabbed hold of his weapon and began to easily use it. As if it were your destiny to wield it...

When you finished beating the enemy's bum; Mikey was freed. You immediately gave back his weapon and apologized for using it.

"What? Y/N, no! You were amazing! You may know even more than me!" He high-fived you as you both walked back to the lair.

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💜 Donnie

It was a lazy sunday, and you just barged into your boyfriend's room. "D! D!- there's this new online hacker dude on the internet!" You waved your phone around, as his metal arm grabbed it. Inspecting the phone, a smirk appears on his face. "The.. Hacker, okay babe. I don't know what jokes you're making up this time... but this is totally, 100% clickbait." You gasped, "It is not!" You pouted, crossing your arms. Looking away from your boyfriend's sweet face.

He chuckled, placing away his engineering instrument. To focus his attention onto you. "Well? How did this "Hacker" become oh, so popular?" You sighed as you felt his hand with yours. "Well... News said it hacked that game you played? Purple Ga-"

"I'm sorry, did you say Purple Game? As in the game, I am always Number One in?" Before you could respond, Donnie was all geared up with his battle shell and his one and only,  bō staff. (Tech.) "Onward Y/N! We mustn't let this foul troublemaker ruin any more games!"

You smiled, running with him to go stop this thief. You thought it was going to be your typical "skinny" and "needs to touch grass" sort of guy or gal. But no... you were very wrong.

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"D-donnie! Stop!" You were panting, holding onto the bloody scratch on your stomach. He groaned in pain, blocking off the bold and strong attacks. "What is it Y/N?! I don't think there's anytime for tal-" You quickly threw a rock at one blast. "Your battle shell- it's not on you!" His eyes widened as he looked to his back. Seeing his sensitive shell exposed.

Before the fight even happened, Donnie used his geolocation algorithm to find the location of the "Hacker." Surprised to find out it was in the Hidden City. You both ventured off into the unknown streets, until finding a black and green hue of light. Without knowing it, you and Donnie fell into its trap. In its game, Donnie used his staff to protect you.

He saw this as a video game, that he could be wreckless. Maybe he was distracted by Purple Game itself to realize his physical body could be affected. He didn't notice that his Battle Shell was broken off of him by a blast.

Distracted by the fact his battle shell was broken off, he was blasted with a laser. Knocking him back, he hissed in pain as his shell scratched the hard cold holographic code floor. He tried thinking of a way to get you out of here. He could hack into the mainframe of the game? No- What could he even-

He was about to tell you to run, before watching you run at the game boss with his staff. "Let's see how you work this thing- WOAH-!!" You pressed a button and one side had a rocket booster. Making up a quick plan; you began bonking the game boss multiple times. Defeating it, the both of you being released from the game safe-and-sound.

He smiled like an idiot to your kiss, before realizing what you said. "Hey!- Rude!"

While you were relieved that you both were safe, Donnie was.. very much confused. He stared at you for a good while, before you broke the silence. "What's wrong Donnie? We can grab your battle shell at ba-" You were quickly interrupted. "How did you learn to use my tech?" You blinked, smiling to yourself. Placing a hand on your hip, you flipped your hair with confidence. "I watched ya tinker with it multiple times! Of course I'd learn a thing or two." His expression still the same, you began to worry if he was mad you touched his tech, his precious works of art.

However his face showed a smile, looking into your eyes. "Well, you learned damn good. I'm a good teacher! I should rant about my tech more around you!" You not wanting a whole hour that could be used to cuddle with him, just for him to rant, kissed his cheek. "For how much I love you babe, please don't do that..."

#morilicious #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt 2018 #rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise leo #rise raph #rise mikey #rise donnie

[elfqueen006]

The Lifeguard part 3

Sunny Day Jack x Reader

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Tags/CW: summer camp au, camp counselor au, horror, slasher, rivals to lovers. Angst. Humor. Murder. Graphic violence.

Minors DNI

“The new food isn’t bad, but I really don’t get the appeal of changing a brand that’s been fine on its own for decades,” Jack said, twisting one of his fries between his thumb and forefinger.

You put a massive glob of ketchup on your burger, “You really can’t chalk it up to anything other than making money,” You said. You take a big bite out of your burger, excess grease and condiment remaining on your lips as you messily chew and swallow before wiping your mouth, “Speaking’ of which… how much do I owe you for the meal?”

Jack waved you off, “No charge.”

“Don’t gimme that – I’ve got more than enough-”

“I don’t need it.”

You stare at him a moment before shrugging, “Whatever. I’m fuckin’ starving.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Jack said.

“No really,” You replied, taking another bite of your burger, “I skipped breakfast.”

“Why would you do that?”

You shrug, “Couldn’t eat. I texted Skylar all last night and I still haven’t heard back,” The warmth drains from Jack’s cheeks and the feeling of lead weighs on his chest. 

He wets his suddenly dry lips, “Really?”

“Really,” You then scowled,” I know the bitch sees my texts though because she leaves me on ‘read’.”

Bile rises in the mascots’ throat. And he doesn’t know if it’s because of how casually you can call someone you deemed a friend a ‘bitch’. Or if it’s because he’s the reason you’re feeling so bitterly. Skylar wasn’t the one who left you on read, he did. Why did he have to go through her phone?! But in hindsight he supposed that this wasn’t entirely a bad thing. This gave you the impression Skylar was alive and well. Though he didn’t know how well someone could be after being found out you screwed someone else's boyfriend, but hey, he could probably assume if she were alive, she’d feel very guilty.

But Jack knows he’s being too quiet and asks to appear inconspicuous, “Have you heard from Ian at least?”

You shake your head, your frown deepening, “He isn’t even reading his texts…”

“You have any idea where they went? Or where they would go?”

“Nope.”

He sighs, letting disappointment seep into his features. Some of it is real. He’s disappointed this all had happened. It doesn’t even seem real, this past week. He’s hoping by tomorrow, he’ll wake up and Skylar will be smiling at him as she leads the kids on a trail to the ziplines, or that Ian will be trying his best to rangle his group in until you come in and his face turns red at the sight of you in the lifeguard’s leotard…

You’re swirling a fry in a pool of ketchup when you say, “I hope they’re dead…”

Jack choked on his drink, “What? ”

“You heard me.”

Jack ran a hand down his face, “No… no you don’t, Y/N.”

You hum, “Kind of,”

“No."

After a moment of silence you spoke, “I still can't believe it. Ian… you know we went to elementary school together. Since then we’ve been inseparable. And he’s never lied to me!” You slumped back in your chair, looking up at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. “When he and Skylar met at that…fancy acting school I felt something in my gut telling me it wasn’t right but I just chalked it up as petty jealousy… How could he do that to me?”

Suddenly Jack feels as if he's the one who’d been cheated on. All this time he thought he had a chance with Skylar, but she had her eyes on someone else. Someone taken no less. He lets out a forlorn sigh. You shake your head and lean on the table, “Sorry. I know you liked Skylar so… this probably makes you feel pretty shit too.” You said.

“It’s fine,” Jack replied, smiling softly, “It’s not your fault.”

—

On your way to the campsite, little to no words were exchanged. You leaned over, resting your arm on the side door. You watched the buildings and civilization pass you by. It was like leaving your world behind, never having been much of an outdoorsy person.

Jack advised you to strap in, but of course, you hadn't listened.

“It isn’t that long a drive,” You said. “And the car doesn't even have a roof so I don’t know how much safer we’d be in seatbelts…”

As you said that, the car hits a hump in the road. You jolt in your seat and catch yourself on Jack’s forearm. “You were saying?” He said.

“Heh…”

You pushed yourself upright, but a hand lingered on Jack’s arm. It was surprisingly firm and toned. With a decent amount of hair. They always looked so plush from afar, especially with all the hugging he’d do. He was a big teddy bear to everyone he met. Well, everyone except you. 

“Y/N…”

You blinked out of your thoughts, his arm flexed as you subconsciously squeezed it. You retracted your hand, “My bad, you've got a lot of muscle for a mascot.” You said, chuckling slightly. 

Jack gave you a look. You put your hands up in defense, "Not trying to sound weird! It's just that, I dunno… I didn't expect a guy of your…position… to work out like that or anything…"

He turned his attention to the road once more, thumping his fingers on the steering we'll. 

"...I did some jobs back in the city before this." He said.

"What kind of jobs?" You asked.

"Moving. Heavy lifting. That sort of thing…"

You simply hum in reply before looking back out at the fields. Crossing a certain point in the road you spot the shed and point at a familiar figure, "Hey, isn't that Bill?"

Jack's head just about snaps off his neck as he spots the head counselor looking around the shed. Bill spots you two in the Moke and beckons the driver over. Instead, Jack speeds up and continues towards the campsite.

You brace yourself in your seat, "H-Hey! What's your rush?"

"I'm just trying to get you to camp safely." Jack replied. His eyes were erratic.

"I appreciate that, but didn't Bill need you or something? It could've been important!"

"Just let me do this very quickly!"

Soon enough, you made it to the campsite; Jack making a hasty pull over as you stumbled out of the cart.

"Um, thanks. For the free food and everything." You said. Jack grunts a reply and speeds off in a cloud of dust. You sigh. That guy is truly a piece of work.

Jack's stomach churns when he drives back to the shed. He pulls up on the grass. He hops out of the vehicle and strides up to Bill with a practiced and fight smile. The old man has his arms folded with a stern look on his face.

"Just what was that earlier? I know you saw me!" Bill scolded.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck, an easygoing yet guilty look on his face, "Sorry, sir. But it was so late out now that I wanted to make sure Y/N got back safe." He said.

Bill's brows raised in surprise, "You were out with Y/N ?" He asked.

"Just for a bite to eat," Jack replied, "She didn't like what the cafeteria had and it turns out she skipped breakfast so…" He shrugged, doing his best to seem like the well meaning boy scout persona he built up for the past five years.

Bill however, didn't seem so convinced. A subtle smirk in his features. The implications made Jack a bit sick.

"You watch yourself now, Jack," He said, "the girl is taken after all."

Was.

Jack waved his hands defensively, "I-it's not like that at all sir! I was just doing a favor. It's not good for the counselors to go unfed as well as the kids!"

"Mmmhm. What'd I say? She's growing on you!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "What was it you wanted to see me about..?"

Bill snapped his fingers, "Ah," He led the young man back around the shed. He gestured to a long mound of dirt. Jack's palms sweat inside his gloves.

"W-what is it?" Jack asked.

"No idea… it certainly wasn't here before," Bill replied, "I came up here to put away the last of supplies." 

"How'd you find it..?"

“I remembered I sent Ian and Sky up here. They didn’t show after that. I thought if I looked around here I’d find something they left or…” His voice trails off and he shrugs. Jack stares intently at the mound. Almost hoping that if he stared hard enough, he could will it away, or maybe cover it in grass with his mind. Of course no such thing happened.

Bill toed at the dirt with his shoes. The dirt easily moving made Jack’s heart skip. “Do you have any idea where they might’ve gone?” Jack shook his head unblinkingly.

The old man simply hummed. Then he knelt down and dug his hand in the soil. Jack’s eyes widened, grabbing him by the shoulder. “Bill, I really don’t think you should do that! What if it’s an anthill or a nest of some sort?”

“I’ve been working here for twenty years and I’ve never seen a nest like this, Jack. Someone put something here…”

“Sir-”

“Go on and get me a shovel, boy.”

The words glued Jack to the spot. He couldn’t get his legs to move, because he was sure if they did, they’d take him down the road and away from the camp. Away from his life. Bill raised a brow, “Can ya hear? Go on then.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head. Tears stung the corners of his eyes.

Bill narrowed his eyes. He got up himself and brought the shovel from the shed. He dug the blade in the soil and chucked it over his shoulder. He then dug into another chunk. And another. Until he hit something solid. Jack’s blood ran cold. He couldn’t breathe.

Bill moved the excess dirt away until he saw the familiar yellow fabric of the counselor uniform shirt.

"Wha-"

He was taken down in a blur of blue, the shovel falling out of his hands. He wrestled against Jack's strong frame, attempting to buck out of his grip. Jack's arms came up around Bill's neck in an attempt to choke him.  The old man managed to maneuver his arm just a bit over his face and bit into his bicep. 

Jack yelled in pain, kicking Bill off, who fell into the arms reach of the shovel. Bill looked between the weapon and his assaulter before scrambling over to it. Soft fabric took hold of his ankle in a tight grip before pulling him back and Jack crawled over to grab it. 

Stumbling to their feet, Bill lunged at Jack, managing to grab ahold of the shovel neck. He attempted to wrestle the object from the larger man's grip, who never broke eye contact, his eyes bloodshot and wet with tears. Finally, with a hefty pull and shoving the old man with nothing but pure force, Jack was the one with the weapon and prepped for a swing, holding it over his shoulder. 

Bill's eyes widened, "Joseph, don't-"

Jack swung and Bill's head snapped backwards with a sickening crack. He stumbled backwards, his hand grasping aimlessly for anything to keep him upright before tripping over the dirt and falling onto his back.

The former head counselors head lolled to the side. His pale blue eyes stared up at the night sky, mouth hung open; forever in a state of shock of how he ended up where he was.

Jack’s hands clenched on the shovel, trembling with irritation, fear and everything in between. He sucked in a breath and yelled at the body. He wanted to say "I warned you not to look" "I'm sorry" or "fuck you". But all that came out was a broken wail.

He kicks at its leg repeatedly, screaming. He stomps the torso. He whacks the head with the shovel, inciting another gruesome noise, likely from bones breaking and flesh ripping.

It's only until the body is contorted in a such a manner - splayed out as if there wasn't a single bone in its body - that Jack relaxes. The damage has been done. And he gets to digging, taking care to make sure the hole is deeper.  

#sdj x reader #sunny day jack x mc #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #sunny day jack #sunny day jack fanfiction #the lifeguard #horror #slasher au #summer camp au #camp counselor au #yandere #my fics

[cloudwhisper23]

Didn't get as much of this chapter done as I wanted to, but it is still something that stands on its own. Might post the scrapped bit at a later date, but I am quite happy with how the chapter turned out!

She’d forgotten about the girls who didn’t like her. Really, she had more important things to worry about, like the fact that she’d just watched a group of boys dump chocolate milk on Evan Afton’s head.

He blinked the milk out of his eyes and continued eating like nothing had happened. Cassidy didn’t like that. She stared as the milk ran down the side of his face, mirroring the way blood dripped from his face after his death. It was too… too familiar.

“Shame you don’t have any friends to sit with,” one of the girls in the lunch line said, making Cassidy turn around.

“I don’t need lackeys,” Cassidy replied. “I need people who won’t run at the first sign of trouble.” Poor word choice. Isn’t that exactly what Evan did?

“Ooooh, looks like the little bear has some bite!” Another one of the girls, Brianna, added, grinning at Cassidy.

Little bear. The nickname started with her brother. He must’ve called her that within earshot of Cassidy’s classmates once or twice. Now was not the time to find the irony in the sentence Brianna had said though.

Cassidy shrugged. “Whatever you say.” She watched the boys come back up to Evan, this time with a spoonful of- was that ketchup? One of them pulled his shirt back for the other to drop it in.

Evan pulled away, seconds too late as the ketchup went down his shirt. He shuddered, making a face, but still he did nothing. Why isn’t he fighting back? Cassidy thought with slight irritation.

She got her tray and sat right next to Evan. He barely glanced at her, eating slowly. Cassidy studied his face, not having the chance to when they’d been dead. There were dark circles under his eyes, too dark to be more than just one sleepless night. Evan sat awkwardly as well, probably to avoid smearing the ketchup further.

This is why I dress in layers, Cassidy thought, looking at her long sleeves. “Hey.”

Evan blinked at her, his fork halfway to his mouth. “…Hi…”

#cloud speaks #cloud writes #back in the nightmare #fnaf au #fnaf cassidy #evan afton

[h-harleybaby]

WAIT I JUST HAD A THOUGHT !!! BUTTERS WORKING AT A OLD RETRO DINER AND HE GETS AROUND ON ROLLERSKATES !!!!

-🇰🇭

Bear with me for a sec it’s been a long time since I wrote for Butters 😭😭 TY PIFI HOLY SHIT YOURE GENUIS @p1-f1

Butters who works at a retro diner x reader

• I honestly adore the thought of Butters working at a retro diner with the uniforms and everything!! He probs wanted to ask you out on a date and started working there to get some money

• Turns out it’s literally your favorite place to eat at in South Park!!! You don’t even get how excited he is about it, it honestly makes you wonder if he started working there on purpose just so he could see you a bit more

• Ngl when you come in it brightens his whole day, and he’s always the one trying to get your orders and stuff. Sometimes you sit at the counter so y’all can talk while he’s on the clock 💕

• You don’t normally notice (or maybe you do and don’t say anything about it) but Butters like arranging the ketchup on your burgers or fries in a heart. Sure it’s a lil messy but it’s the thought that counts!!!

• Talk about lover boy!! They have one of those older jukeboxes at the diner and he’s almost always hogging it when no one’s looking and playing love songs. A bit selfish but he’s on a quest for love damn it!!

• Butters tends to get around the diner on roller skates because it’s like, the one place he can wear them without his parents trying to hound him and it’s pretty dang efficient

• He’s really good at getting around like that but there’s a number of times where he’ll see you walk in and accidentally slam into a table or hit his elbow on a booth because you distracted him

• One time he almost ran into a customer and dropped the pie someone ordered because he saw you from outside… maybe he shouldn’t be wearing those skates around

• Honestly Butters is the type to make you free treats like a milkshake or something and send it over to you saying some secret admirer payed for it. It’s almost painfully obvious it was him, and it came out of his paycheck a couple times

• I feel like Cartman ends up getting a job alongside Butters because he wants money but he’s honestly just there to have Butters do his work for him and tease him about his crush on you

• Butters probably runs over Cartmans foot on purpose to get him to stop talking in front of you because he was stupidly close to telling you about why he has this job

• Anyways!!! Sometimes you stay up until Butters gets off work just so you can hang out with him a little more

• More often than not it results in you being tired as you walk him home, or as he insists, walking you home. Its kind of weird but he’s trying to somewhat be a gentleman

• I feel like one you tiredly kiss his cheek after he walks you home and he ends up obsessing over it well into the next work day. It’s kind of funny but that’s what solidifies Cartman being y’all’s number 1 shipper

• Cartman definitely makes you guys stay well after closing hours (he locks y’all in all night) and sets up a “romantic candle lit” dinner for you and Butters

• The food is horrendously made and there’s no decor besides a single candle in the booth but neither you or Butters complain

• You guys end up throwing away the barely edible food Cartman left y’all and make something in the diners kitchen out back

• Not to mention dance the night away with Butters because he has a stupid amount of change for the jukebox

• You guys even ended up sleeping in one of the booths together, your head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on yours. (Cartman comes in extra early just to unlock the diner and take a couple pictures of you guys)

• Overall, it is was a good night for the two of you and considered it your first unofficial date. And Butters considered either hugging or strangling Cartman, he wasn’t sure which

#h harleybaby needs help #harley won’t shut her mouth #mom come get harley she’s rambling #harley’s anons <33 #harley’s favs #south park x reader #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #butters x reader #butters x y/n #butters x you #butters scotch x reader #butters stotch x y/n #butters stotch x reader #butters stotch x you

[drundertalescum]

A few years ago (probably during the pandemic or right before) on Tumblr i saw a post about heating up Dr. Pepper in a sauce pan as a sort of winter hot drink. And i was fascinated by the idea of it. I'm not really that into Dr. Pepper or even most soda overall. I like it but nothing too crazy. But i enjoy hot drinks, especially in the winter. Something about it is so cozy and really makes me feel more in the present. So i was interested in this idea, but i didn't want too much. So my parents were by one day and asked if i wanted anything when they went out, and i said "yeah could you get me just one bottle or can of Dr Pepper?"

And they actually couldn't find it, so the next time they asked, I asked again for it. And this time they got it. But this was the pandemic at this point, and i hate our tap water, and we ran low on drinks and the grocery delivery was a few days away, so i ended up drinking the Dr. Pepper as it was, because I wasn't in a great place and i wasn't about to get out a sauce pan and deal with all that just for a stupid drink.

The groceries were already ordered, so it was too late to add on. So when my parents stopped by again to ask if i needed anything while I sheltering in place with my grandmother, I asked again for Dr. Pepper. Because i wanted to try this stupid drink. But there wasn't any at the store a few times, at least not single bottles, and i couldn't order them single when i did the weekly order.

Eventually i did get ahold of another Dr. Pepper, but it was the summer, and i ended up just drinking it as it was. And i didn't ask again and i didn't try again. I gave up. I didn't want that stupid Hot Pepper anyway.

But then a funny thing happened. I'd spent the last year's worth of interactions with my parents mentioning Dr. Pepper. So by the time Christmas came, I wound up with a bunch of Dr Pepper-themed presents. Did you know they make a Dr. Pepper flavored lip balm? I didn't know they make a Dr. Pepper flavored lip balm. But i have some now. Keychains, too, and other ephemera. When my parents want to get me a special treat they get me a Dr. Pepper.

I still haven't had the hot drink and i still don't like Dr. Pepper that much. But it's too hard to explain how we got to this point.

So basically, when the fandom latches onto a food as being a character's favorite, like Sans drinking ketchup... I get it. I feel it. I understand. The man probably hates ketchup.

#sans #papyrus is probably an even better example of this #but i feel like 'i just wanted to pull a prank and no one understood' is closer to my experience #that said Sans probably loves that he pranked people into this #i wrote this while drinking a Dr Pepper if you were wondering

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Trick or treat! *holds up basket*

A JayRoy treat would be wonderful!

Thank you!

*Drops this sweet and smutty piece into your basket*

Enjoy! Read here, or on AO3

“I’m amazed it still fits.” 

“The tights are a little snug. And the hem on the tunic barely covers my ass now.” 

“It was always like that.” 

“Now I know why you had a crush on me when we first met.” 

Roy waggled his eyebrows and flopped back on his old bed with a plastic pumpkin filled with mini candy bars. He winced and sat back up to pull the quiver of toy arrows off his back and tossed them aside so he could stretch out with a bit more dignity this time, and hooked his phone onto its tripod stand on the bedside table. His cap was lopsided, perched at a raking angle over his forehead and his hair had come loose from its bun to tumble around his shoulders in a way he knew was probably driving Jason wild with the urge to reach out and tuck it back into place. “You were so tiny and cute, looking at me all wide eyed and starstruck.” 

Jason huffed and folded his arms over his chest, looking away from the camera with his lips pursed in a tight line. He was back in Gotham helping his brothers and sisters deal with the chaos that was the city on Halloween, while Roy was on the other coast dealing with the chaos that was his daughter on Halloween. Now, Lian was tucked into bed after watching The Great Pumpkin and eating her own body weight in Skittles and Jolly Ranchers, and Jason was taking a break on his favourite gargoyle to stuff a burger in his face and check in with his partner. 

He wiped some ketchup off his chin with his thumb and sucked it clean. “I was fourteen, and the tall hot redhead with archer’s shoulders kept putting his arm around me and worrying that I might be cold. Of course I got a crush. And I wasn’t tiny. I was-”

“Itty. The ittiest of bitties,” Roy argued around the cherry lollipop he had just stuck in his mouth. He pulled it out with a pop and used it to point at the camera. “With your round chubby cheeks and your curls. You were fucking adorable. And look at you now.” 

“What, I’m not cute anymore? I’ll have you know, these curls-” Jason tossed his head so his hair, flattened down from his helmet, got a bit more life in it. The white streak swooped over his eyebrow, and another lock bounced beside it in an echo of the precious ‘heart bangs’ that little old ladies used to coo over when he was just a wee little thing beaming in a red vest standing at Bruce’s hip at Wayne Galas. “They still get attention. Just last week they got me an extra samosa when I picked up lunch.” 

“I was gonna say that you grew up to basically be an underwear model, but sure, if you wanna stick with cute, that’s fine with me, babe.” He put the lollipop back in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue thoughtfully. “Maybe next year we’ll dress you up like Robin to come door to door with us. That’d be really cute.” 

“Until the shorts split and my ass is on display for all of Star City to see.” 

“You’re right. That’s just for me.” 

Jason smirked at his phone and Roy felt his tights get just a bit tighter. He knew that smirk. He knew all of his Jaybird’s expressions, had them memorised and catalogued to be able to read the slightest shift in his lips or twitch of his eyebrows.  Roy rolled to his side while Jason leaned back between the wings of the gargoyle to settle in comfortably with his phone held outstretched. 

“Just for you, hm?” 

“What can I say? I’m greedy.” Roy twirled his fingers around the ties that held his tunic closed then gave them a slow, deliberate tug. It fell open and he shrugged to slide it off his shoulders. Even in the low light of his childhood bedroom, the freckles stood out on his pale skin. “And it’s been almost a week since I saw you in person.” 

“You’re insatiable is what you are,” Jason muttered and rolled his eyes at the same time, but ran his palm down the front of his chest to his belly. Then lower, to where his thigh holsters framed and accentuated the bulge in the front of his combat pants. 

“Insatiable, and full of sugar,” Roy pointed out as he sat up and shed the tunic entirely, tossing it to the floor. “That’s a deadly combination, if not dealt with properly. Why, I’m so pent up, I might just explode and level the city if I don’t do something drastic soon. I’m talking level five disaster zone with-” 

“Stop. Talking.” 

Roy’s mouth snapped shut but he grinned. He loved it when Jason got commanding. 

He loved it when Jason got obedient. Or passive. Or aggressive. Or just opened his thighs enough for him to thrust between them early in the morning because he was still too sleepy to do more than occasionally squeeze until Roy came on the back of his balls before getting up to make them some coffee. 

Roy just loved Jason. 

“I’ve got about five minutes before I have to head back out. If you don’t shut up, you’ll eat up at least three of those minutes.” Jason crammed a handful of fries into his mouth to finish his meal then switched his phone to his other hand so he wasn’t palming himself and spreading salty grease stains over his pants. 

“I can work miracles in two minutes.” Twisting and squirming around, Roy positioned himself on his knees in front of the camera and pushed his scarlet tights down his thighs. His cock was already pressing his jockstrap forward. Without the cup to keep it in place, it was stretching the elastic across Roy’s hips until reached in and lifted it and his balls out into the open. 

On active duty, Jason had more to get through. Zips, snaps, compression shorts, a rigid plastic safety cup, femoral artery protecting stab-proof ceramic armour, and a pair of low-rise Versace briefs were all fumbled with to get out of the way before he could finally sigh with relief when he took himself in hand and gave himself a firm stroke. “Some of us last a bit longer than that, Speedy.” 

“Something, something, arrow pun,” Roy mumbled and sank back on his heels, spreading his knees as far as his tights would allow. The quick, wet sounds coming through his ear buds as Jason worked his fist over himself went straight to his cock and he tried to match the rhythm with his own hand. When he saw his partner lift his hand to his mouth and lick a stripe over his palm, Roy hissed and flexed his toes into the blanket under him. “‘M makin’ a new rule,” he said, wiping his cheek on his shoulder. “No more than three days without being able to see you in person. Gonna get a zeta tube in all our safe houses. Don’t care if it’s a waste of resources.” 

“Is this like that rule where if I’m wearing a suit, I have to let you moan without making fun of you for it?” Jason arched off the gargoyle’s back and bit his lip hard enough to turn it bright red when he released it. 

“Uh huh. Very important. Fuck, Jaybird. Lookit you. So fucking gorgeous. Wanna be with you right now.” 

“Your hand isn’t as satisfying, huh? Or do you just want your mouth on me?” 

The phone began to sway and Roy realised that Jason was pumping his hips into his fist, fucking it as if it was Roy’s ass or his mouth and he lost his rhythm and it was too late to get it back because fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen and before he could catch his breath for a truly pitiful whine, he was coming hard enough that it reached his chin as he leaned back to take it. 

For all his teasing about haste, Jason was just a breath behind, groaning Roy’s name out deeply as he caught his mess on his hand. “Shit, I should have asked for extra napkins,” he complained, sitting up and grimacing at his hand before licking it clean after giving it a shake to get most of it off. 

“You’re so fucking romantic,” Roy said with a weak laugh and sank against his pillows. “Look at me. I’m swooning, Mr Darcy.” 

“Careful, you don’t want to get me worked up again already.” Grinning, Jason began the tedious job of trying to get himself tucked and zipped and buckled back into place with one hand while holding his phone in the other. “You’ll have to-” He froze, the colour draining from his face as his eyes got wider. “Oh. Oh fuck.” 

“What’s the matter, babe?” Roy leaned forward to grab his phone, as if he could climb through it to help avert disaster. “What happened?” 

“I…” The colour all came rushing back, staining Jason’s cheeks a red that almost matched his helmet. He looked like he wanted to take a plunge off the edge of the building. “I had my comms on.” 

#trick or treat #jayroy #redarse #jason todd #roy harper

[sprinklecipher]

Godot Blend #218 (w/ graphs)

I ran the numbers on Franziska’s dialogue gimmick a while back, so I figured why not do the same for Godot and plot out just how much he talks about coffee.

First off, here’s the number of times each character uses the word “coffee” over the course of the trilogy:

In terms of raw number of occurrences, Phoenix uses the word “coffee” more than any other character, including Godot. Obviously, he also has significantly more lines than any other character, though, so his rate of using the word is pretty low:

Phoenix: 56 lines with “coffee” / 20,895 total lines = ~0.3% lines feature “coffee”

Godot: 48 lines with “coffee” / 1,163 total lines = ~4.1% lines feature “coffee”

Across characters, the word “coffee” occurs 218 times, in 201 lines of dialogue

More detailed breakdown / additional graphs after the jump (minor/indirect AA Trilogy spoilers ahead!)

I have Godot and Armando listed separately in the previous chart based on which name each line is linked to in the episode transcripts, but it probably makes more sense to combine their lines.

Godot + Armando: 57 lines with “coffee” / 1,298 total lines = 4.4% lines feature “coffee”

It probably also makes sense to consider that a lot of Godot’s lines are clearly about coffee but don’t directly include the word “coffee” in them, so I also looked at lines that featured what I’m calling “coffee-related words” (coffee, cup, blend, drink, mocha, java, mug, con leche, and au lait).

Here’s a graph with the number of lines that Godot/Armando have that feature at least one of these words, by episode:

And here’s the same thing, but expressed as a percentage of their total number of lines:

Collapsed across episodes, Godot/Armando has 104 lines featuring a coffee-related word, which comes out to a rate of 8.2% of his lines being coffee-themed.

It’s worth mentioning that counting the number of lines actually relevant to Godot’s dialogue gimmick is tricky in that there are a number of other lines in addition to the ones featuring a “coffee-related word” that are evocative of coffee but don’t actually refer to it directly (e.g., he often uses words like “bitter”/”bitterness”, “aromatic”, and phrases like “filled to the brim”). The way that I counted coffee-related lines would not count those lines, so in a way, you could consider my approach to understate how much of his dialogue actually involves the gimmick (if you consider that kind of phrasing to also be relevant).*

I think it’s interesting to note that Franziska used “fool” words in ~4.5% of her dialogue overall, which is around the same rate that Godot used the word “coffee,” BUT Godot talks about coffee a good bit more often than that (8.2%+).

This means that more of Godot’s dialogue relates to coffee than Franziska’s dialogue relates to calling people fools. There is no benefit to knowing this, but I thought it was neat :)

*A few of the lines that are counted are ambiguously relevant (3 lines are refer to the victim in Recipe for Turnabout drinking, and 1 is an indirect reference to the gimmick itself—“17 cups of ketchup”), but there are more instances of coffee-evocative lines that aren’t counted than ambiguously relevant lines that are counted, so I would still consider the 8.3% an under-count for how much of Godot’s dialogue is affected by his coffee gimmick.

#Ace Attorney #Ace Attorney Trilogy #Graphs #prosecutor godot #Diego Armando #aa godot #Ace Attorney in Graphs #Overanalyzing Ace Attorney #this was sitting in my drafts for almost 2 years #now seems as good a time to post it as any lol

[phobiaoftickles]

Chase

Tickletober day 2: Chase

Summary: Denki and Kirishima decided to prank Bakugo, but what they have in store will make them not do that again.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!!!” Everyone could hear Kirishima and Denki cussing whilst running for their lives with an angry hero behind him, which, unbeknownst, was Bakugo.

“Isn’t this like, what, their 5th time pranking Bakugo?” Mina asked looking back to see them pass the livingroom, but they never came.

“Yeah, you’d think the 1st time, Kacchan would’ve killed them, let alone give them so many warnings.” Deku held his body, shivering at the memory that was bestowed upon him. He, infact, was tortued by Bakugo growing up, wether it be tickling or murder, he would’ve done it. Bakugo only tickles him if Deku’s being annoying and/or pranks him. So he was confused when Bakugo gave the ketchup and mustard duo so many warnings.

“GET BACK HERE YOU TWO!!! YOU GUYS GOT YOURSELF INTO THIS MESS, AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET YOURSELF OUT?! PATHETIC!!” Bakugo laughed, while he was flying in the air by his explosions coming out of his hands. Denki and Kirishima didn’t know what was gonna happen, all they knew was they better run, and run fast.

They were jumping over furniture, dodging students, being scared out of their mind, with an angry Bakugo behind them with pink hair. Yes, they put pink hair dye in his shampoo bottle, classic prank done to the wrong person.

Kirishima decided to lose both of them and ran upstairs, Denki was way slower than the rock quirk teen, so Bakugo ran after the electricity one first.

“MINA! MINA! YOU GOTTA HELP ME PLEASE!! HE’S AFTER ME!!”

Denki ran behind her, using her as a shield, but she pushed him off saying, “Hell no, you guys got in this mess, not even I would go that far as to put pink hair dye in his shampoo.”

“Uhhh… UHHHHH….!” Denki was thinking the most out of the years he’s been at UA, this teen is scared of what’s to come. Then he decided to hide behind Deku. “ Midoriya! Please tell your friend to stop!!! Tell him I’m really sorry, and I won’t prank him ever again!!!”

“You better move, Deku. Remember last time you got in the way?” Deku squeeked and ran away to the other side of the livingroom.

“Don’t worry, Bakubro. I got him.” Sero came out of his sitting position on the couch to fire his tape, trapping him in a burrito.

“I need everyone to leave the room, I need to speak with Dunce face one on one.”

Oh no, Denki doesn’t like the sound of that. Mina, Deku, Sero, Jirou, Mineta, and Ojiro all got up and walked off.

“What do you think Bakugo’s gonna do to him?” Ojiro asked.

Deku knew, but he didn’t say anything, so Jirou piped up, “Probably gonna blast him a couple of times. Make him short circuit, but he’ll bounce back.”

Though, what came after wasn’t a scream of terror, it was scream of laughter. Everyone walking up the stairs didn’t know what was going on, so Sero decided to be brave and have a little peak, but was stopped by a greenette. “Don’t look, Sero, trust me, you wouldn’t like the consequences.”

So they all left to their rooms, while Bakugo was having his way with Denki.

“STOP!! FUHUHUHUHUCKING STOP!!! BAKUGOOOO! AHAHAHAHAH PLEASE!!” Bakugo was tickling the sides of Kaminari, making sure to use his blunt nails to dig in them.

Denki, whilst being tickled to death, was cursing the day he met Kirishima. Putting him in this situation, it was his idea as well, but the electric boy and the explosion boy both later teamed up on a certain red head.

#tickle content #tickle fluff #tickle #tickle fic #anime #anime tickle

[lovekz]

six man’s job

syn -> apparantly, it takes six men to put together a crib when it comes to the sano men.

beware of.. pregnancy mention, cursing, reader and izana already have two kids.

you sat on the couch with your sister in law, emma, as the two of you watch this show that recently came out.

your six year old (armani) and two year old (azure) were already down for their nap in their little tent.

emma and draken’s own six year old son, ryuko, had fallen asleep in her lap.

emma rested on the other side of the couch so you could put your feet up and be comfortable while waiting for izana to return.

you were about six months pregnant, and izana decided it was time to put up a crib and set up the nursery for you.

of course, he didn’t think that far ahead and didn’t buy a crib, so that’s what he went out to get.

just before you had gotten pregnant, you moved into a bigger house with more running space for your children.

of course, it was also because it was convenient for his line of work.

now his center wasn’t too far from home, and it would be way faster to reach and support the people inside.

the two of you weren’t anticipating another child, so buying things like cribs and a chair for you slipped your minds.

“izana asked if you want something to eat while he’s out.” emma said, glancing at her phone then at you.

you paused for a minute and thought for a second, before looking at emma.

“can you ask him to pick up wings and fried rice from that place near his job?” you asked, shifting in your seat to get comfortable.

emma nodded and picked up her phone, texting him your reply.

you didn’t bother to ask him to get some things for the kids since he was probably going to anyway.

thank goodness you hadn’t had to go through the picky phase with your children.

they were izana’s kids, they were introduced to the many different types of food the two of you liked.

it was only natural they had begun to like it too.

about an hour later, izana had came back inside with about four pans of food and two bags.

“woah. what’s that for?” you asked, sitting up from your seat.

“it’s the different sauces. ketchup, general tso, sweet and sour, all that.” izana said, placing everything onto the counter.

a few grunts and thumps were heard, making you and emma averted your eyes towards the door.

the two sano brothers were carrying in a large box, both on each sides.

behind them was another large box, being carried by draken and kakucho.

“is that the crib?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.

“mhm. i found this cute white one that i know you’ll love decorating.” izana smiled, handing you a plate of food.

it had rice, fries, boneless and bone in chicken on it. he had given you one of everything, including the sauces.

“lifesaver. i love you.” you smiled back at him, bring him down to kiss him softly.

“hey! no time to make out! come help grab the rest of this shit!” ran yelled from the car, peaking into the house.

izana rolled his eyes in annoyance, before making his way outside to help out.

emma only chuckled once she heard izana cursing him out under his breath with his hands in his pockets.

you smiled, leaning back. you were so grateful for him

~

after everything made it out of the car and into the room, you curiously walked upstairs with the help of draken.

your new chair was already set up and decorated. it was grey with a red throw pillow, a white blanket hanging over the back.

“this is beautiful. is it comfy?” you asked, letting draken let you go to wander over to it.

“you’ll fall right asleep.” mikey smiled, patting the seat for you to sit in.

“he’d know. he damn near fell asleep earlier.” izana grumbled annoyedly, unpacking the boxes.

mikey rolled his eyes and firmly denied it, but the six of you understood that he was completely lying.

if he could fall asleep anywhere uncomfortably, what would stop him from dropping dead on something comfortable?

absolutely nothing, so you’ll take his word for it.

kakucho was breaking them down with ran in order to put it outside with the other cardboard pieces.

you took a seat and leaned back, humming quietly and looking around.

the room was definitely coming together. before, it was just a bland room with white walls.

now? it was a beautiful gray with many kinds of finger paints and different arts splayed against it.

a cute fun-sized dresser sat not too far from the door, decorated with toys and necessities for the baby.

“you guys really outdid yourselves.” you cooed quietly, looking around the room to look at the small streamers on the ceiling.

“glad you like it.” kakucho grinned at you, tossing a box into the recycle bag that ran held open. 

izana sat on the floor and began looking at instructions, the other boys looking over them with him.

you watched carefully, before getting just a bit confused.

“thank you all again. would you like to eat before you leave?” you asked politely, leaning over the armrest as much as your swollen belly would allow.

shinichiro nodded. “yeah. but after we finish this.” he responded, shooting you a warm smile.

you tilted your head in confusion. you didn’t recall needing six men to put together a crib.

~

apparently, it took six men and possibly two days to put a crib together.

they were still at it around eleven at night, and no progress was made at all.

the most they got out of this was starving stomachs and heated arguments about where a bar goes on a piece of wood.

you had time to get the kids ready for bed, and prepare yourself for bed as well.

when you got out of the shower and changed into a nightgown, the noise coming from the room was silenced.

you peeked in and seen izana sitting on the floor in the middle of all the wooden parts, reading over instructions.

any sign of his friends and family were entirely gone, and you didn’t hear the show emma was watching anymore.

“hey honey. where’d everyone go?” you whispered, walking into the room as lightly as you could.

“told them to go home. didn’t want to keep them any longer than i have.” izana muttered, a frown on his face.

you nodded, before having a seat on the foot rest.

you watched as your fiance’s face contorted into a confused scowl, reading over the same page once more.

this was really stressing him out.

“how about we give this a break? you can work on it tomorrow.” you suggested, placing a warm hand onto his shoulder.

izana looked up at you, considered your idea, and then shook his head and looking at the manual again.

“mm-mm. what if you go into labor tomorrow?” izana replied, shifting on the floor to take a look at the parts that were already there.

you giggled at his silliness, feeling him kiss the back of your hand shortly.

“then i promise to hold our baby in until you get it done.” you joked, successfully making him laugh.

once the room quieted down a bit, izana dropped the manual and lifted you up.

“fine. let’s go to bed.” izana said in a false annoyed tone, walking into your shared bedroom.

he’d taken a quick shower before joining you in bed, fitting himself behind you and placing both his large palms under your tummy.

izana lifted lightly, feeling you lean into him in return. it was something the two of you had began doing when your stomach grew heavier.

it also helped you sleep better.

you slept so good, to the point where you didn’t even feel izana make his way out of the bed.

~

five in the morning is the time you recalled seeing on the digital clock when you were shaken awake by cold hands.

“baby you gotta wake up and see this!” izana called, shaking you softly by the shoulders. 

you groaned, flipping over and looking at him with pure confusion.

izana had this tired yet excited look in his eyes. his hair was a mess and he had bandages on his fingers, but he was happy.

“what is it?” you asked tiredly, sitting up and placing a supporting hand on your stomach and back.

“come look at this.” izana repeated, pointing outside of the door.

you sighed quietly and let him help you up, waddling along with you and into the nursery.

after blinking a couple times and rubbing your eyes, you were met with a crib that was set up perfectly.

little plushies scatered around, little fairy lights hanging off the sides to act as a nightlight for the room.

a star mobile hung from the ceiling just above the crib, singing ever so quietly.

“oh.. izana.” you cooed quietly, letting go of his hand to get a better view of everything.

izana followed behind you with a proud smile, placing his hand on the small of your back.

the baby’s room was fully complete, and you wanted to cry.

“it’s gorgeous.” you whispered, looking at him with a wobbly smile.

he pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back, finally happy with the complete nursery for his newest family member.

perhaps he overthought the job he’d given himself.

after all, putting up a crib isn’t exactly a six man job anyway.

one hard worker is enough, izana believed.

#izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #izana x you #izana kurokawa #tokyo revengers izana #draken #ken ryuguji #toman draken #mikey sano #manjiro sano #shinichiro sano #kakucho hitto #tr kakucho #haitani ran #ran haitani #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev x you

[sergeantsporks]

writing request : camilla is working late so luz, amity, willow, gus, and hunter have to cook for themselves

(I sadly had to cut Luz out because she probably would have vetoed some of this nonsense, but everyone else is fair game.)

“Pasta?”

Hunter set the box on the counter. “Check.”

“Vegetarian meatstuff?”

Willow set down tofu. “Check.”

“Filling sauce?”

Amity gingerly waved the mustard bottle up and down. “Are you sure we’re supposed to use this?”

Gus shook his head. “Amity, Amity, Amity. Don’t you trust me?”

“I mean—it’s not that I don’t trust you, I’d just like to know… why?”

“Mustard goes on hot dogs. Ketchup goes on hot dogs. Ketchup is used in ravioli, and ergo, since Mustard and Ketchup are interchangeable as hot dog condiments, obviously they are interchangeable as ravioli ingredients!”

Amity checked the recipe on the box of ravioli. “…This says tomato sauce, not ketchup.”

“Ketchup is tomato, it’s the same thing. Just trust me, Amity. I know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe we should just wait for Camila to get home?”

“She said she’d be late today,” Hunter chimed in, “Besides, she and Vee cook for us a lot. It’s the least we can do to make dinner for them every once in a while.”

“That’s true.” Amity set the bottle of mustard down on the counter, stepping back with her hands up. “Alright, Gus, I trust you. Take it away.”

“Great. Aaaaaaand, cheese!” Gus set a jar of nacho cheese on the counter. “Okay!” He clapped his hands together. “Willow, start chopping up the tofu! Hunter, I need a cup of mustard on the stove cooking with the cheese!”

Hunter and Willow saluted and got to work. Gus turned towards Amity.

“Amity, I need you to preheat the oven to four-hundred degrees!”

“Okay…” Amity turned the oven on. “Now what?”

Gus took the pasta out of the box. “…mmm, it’s a little hard…”

“We could boil it?” Willow suggested.

“But then we have to cook it in the oven! We can’t cook it twice, that’s crazy!”

“Soak it?” Amity suggested.

“Like a plant!” Willow agreed.

“Excellent thinking, team!”

Gus ran for a bowl, filling it with water and shaking the sheets of pasta into the water. “Hunter, how’s the sauce coming along?”

Hunter backed away from the stove. “It’s hissing and spitting at me.”

“That means it’s ready! Tofu, if you please, Willow!”

Willow picked up the cutting board and scraped the tofu in. “All ready, captain! Should we put spices in, SIR!”

“The box says oregano!” Amity piped up, waving it.

Gus grinned. “We can do better than that! Get me, uhhhhh oregano, pepper, uhhh…. What was that thing we had the other day… paprika!”

Amity handed him the bottles, and he shook them in wildly, until the mustard was almost orange with paprika.

“Excellent!” Gus stirred the mixture around. “Ahhhh, should have saved some mustard for the bottom of the pan!”

“We can just put it on cold,” Hunter suggested, “It’ll heat up in the oven, anyway.”

“True.” Gus took the pan of filling off of the stove, plunking it on a hotplate. The pasta left the water, and Willow cut them into squares. Gus lined them up, top and bottom. “Hunter?”

Hunter scooped out dollops of filling onto each bottom square, and Gus put the top on, pinching them together. Hunter shook mustard onto the bottom of the pan, moving the pan back and forth quickly until it spread over the whole bottom. “Pan’s ready.”

Gus dropped each ravioli in, then slathered more mustard on top, as well as a dollop of cheese. “Ready to go in!”

“How long?”

“Ummmmm fifteen minutes sounds right?”

Amity shook her head. “No way it cooks in that time!”

“Box says ten, actually,” Hunter piped up. “Our oven is too hot, too. And—”

Gus held his hands up. “Okay, compromise! Ten minutes on four hundred, does that work for everyone?”

Amity and Hunter glanced at the pan, at each other, then to him. “Okay,” they chorused.

Gus slid the pan into the oven. “And nowwwwww we wait!”

Willow headed towards the sink to do the dishes, and Hunter and Gus crouched in front of the oven to watch the ravioli through the window.

“It’s bubbling,” Hunter commented, “Is that good?”

“Means it’s cooking.”

“Oh. How do you know so much about cooking, anyway?”

“Well, I’ve never really cooked before—unless you count making a sandwich—but I’ve watched my dad cook plenty of times.”

“Well, your sandwiches are pretty good. I bet this will be, too.”

“Thanks.” Gus watched the ravioli, counting the bubbles. “You think he’s okay?”

“The ravioli?”

“My dad.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course he is.”

Gus snorted. “Convincing.”

“I mean, he cooks, he’s a reporter used to being in dangerous situations, and he raised you, right? He can take care of himself. He’s okay.”

“I guess.”

Hunter nudged him. “And I bet he’d love your mustard ravioli.”

“Of course he would. It’s going to be delicious. Do you think it’s done?”

A ravioli exploded, sending its filling all over the oven with a pop.

“Yeah, I think it’s done.”

Hunter reached in and pulled the pan out with his bare hands, sliding it onto the stovetop. “Looks good!”

The door opened and closed, and the jangle of Camila’s keys hit Gus’ ears. “Hey, kids!” she called, “Sorry I’m late! You guys must be hungry.”

Gus raced to meet her. “Actually! We made dinner! Here, you can be the first to try my special, homemade ravioli!”

She let him lead her to the kitchen. “Oh, ravioli? How thoughtful, thank you Gus!”

“Well—everyone helped. But it was my recipe.”

“Exciting! I can’t wait to try!”

Gus grabbed a plate, spooning a couple of the ravioli on. “Oh, yeah! Hope you’re ready for an explosion of flavor!”

#camila run #toh #the owl house #my writing #toh fanfiction #gus porter #willow park #amity blight #toh hunter #writing requests