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m0chisenpai · 11 months

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Let's Play a Little Game

Post! Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Obsessive!Prowler!Miles Morales x Spidergirl!Reader

Authors note: THIS READER IS 15. A CHILD. THERE IS NO SMUT. NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I WILL NOT BE SPICY WRITING A SINGLE THING FOR ANYTHING INVOLVING MILES MORALES.

You’d fought villains twice your size. A crazy octopus with metal tentacles, a man double your size, covered in black spots. Petty criminals brandishing jagged knives. But why was this one so different? He was no different was he?

He was gruff. His body was always rigid, his words were sharp. His eyes were sharp. But the one thing you took notice, how manipulative he was. How he could weasel into the mind, into the minds of men twice his age who did his most dirty work.

You had to pretend. Pretend his syrupy sweet words were true till your hero came. Your lovebug.

His eyes cut to yours as the record scratched to silence in the hideout. Your eyes crack open, he now crouched in front of you. His braids fell to the side. You braided them for him last night. It was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him. His head lay back on your legs as you massaged his scalp. And for a moment your mind went dark as you held the thin sharp rat tooth comb.

One drive straight to the throat was all it took, then you could be free. But then he opened his eyes. And you couldn’t. Because even if he wasn’t your lovebug. He was an exact copy of him. You were in his world, if his men found it was you that took their leader out they would hunt you down.

He stared in your eyes as if daring you, testing your new freedom. And so you carefully parted his hair down the middle. That night you passed the first test.

And now as your sleepy eyes look into his, you remember it’s time. Time for another song and dance. Of playing the part. Another test.

“Sleepy mi vida?”

You can’t bring yourself to speak up and offer him a tired nod as you curl more into the nook of the couch, the bright knitted blanket stands out like a sore thumb, as do you in all your brightness. A reminder how far from home you are.

“A little bit.” your voice is scratchy, you must have slept for an hour at best. The sun was diving into the horizon painting the sky a beautiful mix of oranges and yellows. You sit up stretching your arms above your head and scooch your body forward.

“Nah, take your time amor. Didn’t mean to wake you up” his knuckles stroke down to rest under your chin and his thumb to gently pinch it as he looks up at you with that love sick gaze. He leans forward and you know to meet him halfway and press your lips to his.

He moves back enough to whisper against your lips, “suit up in five, we got business to handle.”

And as he stands to walk to the old player. A soft beat fills the room, your veins as you force yourself to stand. To fight. Your movements are second hand as you don the suit behind a hung up white sheet. You don’t call it yours, Because it's not. Yours is back home. Here he’s created you a new one.

You step out from behind the sheet and in his eyes he drinks you in as you adjust your web shooters.

And in some sick way, maybe you had survived in this universe. Had you been bitten? This would have been your suit. It appealed to a different you, a different version of you buried away somewhere.

It was solid black with black webbings along the thighs and pink in the inner parts of the hood along with your jordans which you go to kneel and tie up but he stops you. He kneels before you and ties them. And just as he gazes up at you, you pull your mask down.

This is what keeps you sane. Because here you're free to sneer down at him as he looks up at you. He wears his own suit now. You hold your hand to him and he wraps his around you and pulls himself up, his hand is quick to reach and snake around you, pulling you flushed against him.

“Deadly and beautiful. The perfect mix” he whispers leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as he taps the side of his mask to conceal his face.

He watches you as you leap from the building and send your webbing to a building swinging your body to kneel on top of a light pole. You look up and catch his nod as he moves forward. And you follow. Swinging languidly through the cool of night.

You realize now as you swing into the dead of night why he’s unlike the villains, the criminals, the mad scientists. Because as he runs alongside you. As he leads you both into the night. His reflection dancing off the glass of a building. As he looks at you. For a moment you think that’s Miles, your Miles, your lovebug. But it’s not.

Instead, you look into the eyes of Miles, the prowler. Harbored on Earth-42.

And it scares you, because as much as you fight each day, deep down. Somewhere in the dark parts of your heart. Your heart flutters, feels warm for a moment when he holds your gaze, and flashes you that smile.

And you beg for Miles, Gwen, Miguel, Hobie, anyone to find you. Because you fear that somewhere along the line, you’re no longer going to be pretending.

That you failed the ultimate test of love.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales imagine #spiderman across the spiderverse #spidergirl!reader #earth42!miles x reader #prowler!miles x reader

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slutforgarlogan · 2 months

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"Youre a pretty little thing" | Michael Langdon x F! reader.

Summary: based off this request. Michael Langdon showing off to the coven witches and using the seven wonders to impress you because he has a crush on you

A/N: guys i love him im a catholic and he's the antichrist we're like romeo and juliet. also the writing on this one is questionable n clunky but im on wine and cider so it needs to be forgiven

When the warlocks had told Cordelia they wanted to have Michael perform the seven wonders, Michael had felt determined to get it done quickly and better than Cordelia could do it, to prove he was the next supreme, and no one could argue it.

However, when the witches had arrived telling him they agreed to it, and he could attempt to perform the seven wonders, Michael had found himself a little distracted by one of the witches, you. His new goal was to impress you.

First wonder: Telekinesis. This one was easy and simple, he just had to move something without touching it. He did so, quickly and with ease, shooting a cocky smirk at the witches, eyes lingering on you a little.

Second wonder: Concilium. Michael knew he could be crafty with this one - control of the mind. He looked at you, and as you made eye contact, you knew you were going to be the victim of him showing off this power.

You could feel yourself moving towards him, very much against your will, and you took mental note of the fact that though you yourself were a very powerful witch, he was powerful enough that you couldn't even try and fight it.

To your surprise, despite the weird evil vibe you've all been getting from him, all he makes you do is dance with him. You uncontrollably slow dance with him, unsure whether it's his pretty face or the magic thats making you kind of nervous, but whatever it is, you scold yourself for thinking that way about a man that even one of the warlocks is scared of.

When he's done making you dance with him, you awkwardly do the walk of shame back over to stand next to Zoe, awkwardly smiling at her.

Third wonder: Transmutation. Another easy one, Michael thought. Madison had tapped him on the shoulder, and in turn, he had appeared behind you to tap you on the shoulder.

By the time you had turned round, he had dissappeared again, leaving everyone looking around for him. Your eyes dart around the room, a little puzzled. Whatever he was doing, it was successfully intriguing you more and more by the second, drawing yourself to the unsettling boy.

"Look up"

You can all hear the cockiness in his voice, the same annoying smirk as before present on his face, as you look up to the ceiling, to see Michael attatched to it, looking down on everyone, like one of those sticky animals you get from toy machines.

Fourth wonder: divination. Once again, Michael already knew he could do this, another easy one. He had to do this one as it was given to him, unfortunately, and couldn't do anything extra to inadvertently flirt with you more. And so, he makes a small bit of eye contact with you, before he takes the small pebbles and usea them to figure out where the pocket watch is, finding it almoat instantly, and walking over to where it was to pick it up and show the witches.

Fifth wonder: Pyrokenesis. Michael decided the best thing to do, would be to conjure a ring of fire around where you and madison were stood, making piercing eye contact with you through the fire, and getting rid of it as quickly as he had conjured it up.

To you, the danger and mystery of him was considerably attractive, though Cordelia didn't seem too impressed that he was practically targeting you.

Sixth wonder: Vitalum Vitalis. Michael was given a rat to bring back to life, which proved another easy task for him, doing so pretty much instantaneously, and moving on to the seventh wonder.

Seventh wonder: Descensum. Cordelia had ordered for Michael to not only successfully come back from this, but also to retrieve Misty Day, who had been lost to this particular task when she tried the seven wonders.

This, of course, had caused an arguement between her and the warlocks, who were claiming it wasnt fair, and that it's not a part of the rules.

You and Michael, had been making eye contact the whole time, and the tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost see it. He broke eye contact to look at the warlocks, holding up a dissmissive hand to them "Relax, I'll do it"

He did, and you watched intensely as he lay there, seemingly lifeless. You started to feel a little nervous, even though you didn't know him at all really, nor would you ever admit to having the slightest care in the world how this played out, you told yourself you were nervous because you wouldn't wish death upon anyone.

Sure enough, he did return, and Misty did - eventually - return with him. Much to everyones shock.

You stood there and gawked, eyes flicking between Michael and Misty, and he smirked at you.

A short bicker between the witches and warlocks ensued, before the witches had all turned there attention to Misty.

You however, had turned your attention to Michael, your gaze locking with his for what felt like the millionth time today.

"You seem impressed, little witch," he smirks a little at you, and you nod in response.

"I am impressed" you confirm, trying to be cautious, undeniably attracted to him, but still acknowledging that there's something off about him.

"That was the goal, i wanted to impress you" he sounds serious about it, and you tilt your head a little, cocking an eyebrow.

"Why"

"You're a pretty little thing, thats why"

#rileys requests #cody fern smut #cody fern #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #ahs coven #ahs cody fern #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters smut #tate langdon #james patrick march #kai anderson #kyle spencer #peter maximoff #ahs smut #jimmy darling

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house-of-kolchek · 1 year

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Aw, Rats!

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

@obsessedwithtoomanythings here. I’ve given into my obsession with the man. The myth. The absolute fucking legend. Have 2000 words of tropes and cliches because Leon S. Kennedy DEMANDS tooth rotting fluff. Also takes place during Infinite Darkness because dilf leon is choking me.

Word Count: 2.2k

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You didn’t like submarines.

The metal structure around you groaned, reminding you of the literal tons of litres of water that waited just on the other side of the walls. One pinprick through that barrier, and life as you knew it could be over. Not to mention the endless depths absolutely full of weird creatures that could be lurking anywhere.

Zombies, you could handle. But the ocean? Fuuuuuuuck no.

Your foot tapped incessantly against the ground, echoing lightly throughout the room you stood in. It felt cramped - much like every other room in the submersible - with small, rounded walls that threatened to swallow you whole. One of the chairs squeaked across the room, and you lifted your gaze from the ground.

Leon stood to face you, reaching to swipe a stray hair from his forehead. In a second, you were fully distracted from your discomfort, your senses zeroing in on the man. His gaze caught yours, locking you in place as he reached for the hand you had just been picking at. With a brow raised, he brushed his thumb across the reddening skin of your knuckle, effectively stealing any remnant of breath you had.

“Gonna be okay there?” he asked, all low and husky. You blinked, your mind taking too long to process his words. Forcing a breath through your nostrils, you nodded your head, a little stiffer than usual.

“Just peachy. You know how much I love being confined in an underwater death trap.”

Hey. At least you were being half honest with him.

Leon masked his laugh with a long exhale, his lips quirking upwards. His thumb brushed over your knuckles again, your skin catching on the seam of his glove, and you had to swallow back another short burst of breath.

“I’m never gonna be able to convince you that these things are not underwater death traps, but a perfectly safe method of transportation, am I?” he sighed, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. Your own lips twitched into a smile.

“Nope. So when we end up dying in an underwater blaze, just know I’ll be blaming you,” you retorted, acutely aware of the grip he still had on your hand.

“Well we can’t have that,” he tutted, “Is there any way I can repay you for this atrocity I’ve committed?”

“You can pay for my therapy bills.”

“How about dinner instead?”

You blinked again, willing the heat that formed in your cheeks to disperse. As if he could read your mind, Leon smirked, leaning just a touch closer, enough so you could barely feel the breath from his nose dance across your face.

“Only if I get to pick the restaurant.” You cringed at your words. What kind of flirting was that?

And yet, a light blush covered Leon’s cheeks, and you wondered if the tone of your voice caught him off guard. It had come out slightly more husky than you’d expected. Leon’s lips parted, a sentence finally beginning to form on his tongue, when a sharp voice cut from behind you.

“Will you two just fuck already?”

If you thought you were blushing before, this would have been the next level.

You were sure your face grew as bright as Leon’s, his eyes widening as his gaze darted to your lips, ever so briefly. He cleared his throat, stepping back from you and swiftly exiting the room. Your face felt like it was on fire as your gaze slid to Shen Mei. Her lips curved into a devious smirk, watching as you stumbled for composure.

“What the hell?” You hissed, and she shrugged. Shrugged.

“We’re all thinking it,” she chuckled, eyeing you once again. “I know you’re thinking it.”

With a groan, you slid to the floor, not even bothering to find a chair. Why were you so obvious?

You hated this push and pull between the two of you. Leon Kennedy was a smart, capable man, fronting one impossible mission after the other. For someone who’d been through so much, to keep that playful attitude and those half-crooked grins… it drew your level of respect and affection for the man even higher. But you were merely a partner, another agent. Hell, you weren’t even one of the agents he chose to partake in extracurricular activities with.

But still. Leon was a good person, and like it or not, he had your heart. So you’d spend your days supporting him, watching his back and indulging in his banters and his flirting, no matter how much it ached in your chest.

“He’s really got you fucked up, doesn’t he?” Shen Mei commented again, earning her another sharp glare. Of course, as an outsider it would be funny to see someone flounder and flail in their own pool of emotions. But to you, it was like you were drowning in them, facing wave after wave head-on.

“Shuddup,” you mustered, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes before letting your hands run down your face. “‘m fine.”

She snorted, gesturing to the chair that looked so inviting across the other end of the metal table. It looked like an ass-shredder, but it had to be better than the floor.

You lifted yourself from the floor, barely reaching a crouched position before a force on the ground sent you toppling forwards. Your forehead cracked off the edge of the table, sending a sharp stab of pain across your face. You faintly heard Shen Mei’s voice ringing out, and a hand across your shoulder. The sensation left just as quickly though, as the walls creaked around you and you found yourself pitching backwards, landing awkwardly on your spine.

You blinked, stars dancing across your vision as the lights grew dark, replacing the world around you in a deep red hue. Bringing your hand up to your forehead, you groaned as your fingers grew damp. The table must have cut through your skin, as you surveyed the blood across your fingers, looking nearly black under the emergency lighting.

The emergency lighting.

Emergency.

“Shit!” you cursed, hauling yourself to your feet, only to stumble against the wall as a spell of dizziness consumed you. “Fuck.”

Blinking the stars away again, your stomach dropped at the empty room. Had Shen Mei left you? Just like that? A sense of unease settled in your chest, blending with a strange kind of hurt. Why would she have just left you?

You shook your head, rising unsteady to your feet. If there was something wrong with the sub, you needed to get the fuck out of there, with or without Shen Mei. Stumbling the first few steps, you kept a hand on the wall next to you as you exited the room.

It was strangely empty, the infinite darkness from the power outage creeping in on you. Something felt off. You took two steps to the left, hesitating on the third. With a glance in either direction, your stomach really started to turn.

Which way was out?

Your growing fear was amplified tenfold as a crash rang through the hall, followed by what sounded to be some sort of high pitched ringing. Squinting against the darkness, you strained to make out any shapes, ignoring the dull aching in your head, until-

“Leon? What are you- ARE THOSE RATS?”

You barely caught his gaze, watching his brows scrunch together at the sight of you, before his hand caught your wrist to drag you along with him, not even faltering in his pace.

“Yep!” He cried, yanking you forward on unsteady feet. The sudden rush of movement sent your head spinning again, and you tripped against the ground, shuddering at the brush of fur against your ankles.

“Leon wait! I can’t-” you choked on nothing, hissing as another wave of pain coursed through your head. Stumbling again, Leon finally slowed his pace. His hand found your jaw, tilting your head towards him for a brief moment, and then he was guiding you behind him, unholstering his handgun.

In your daze, you barely processed the sharp gunshot that rang through the cabin. Nor did you notice the second one. Before you could blink, an arm was around your waist, hauling your feet off the ground with a jolt.

You blinked, senses slowly returning to you, only to realize you were dangling just above a mass of water, electricity and… dying rats. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Leon, digging your nails into his jacket and curling your legs around him. He grunted at the movement, his arm tightening its hold against your waist.

“Oh my God!” you cried, reaching a free arm to find your own grip on the structure he was dangling from. “Here- you’re gonna fall, get another grip on it!” Leon blinked, his gaze flickering from the water below to your expression, darting up again to what you assumed was a nasty gash across your forehead.

“I’ll be fine,” he grunted, straining against your combined weight. “Don’t want you to lose your balance and fall.”

The swell in your heart was suppressed by your concern as he grumbled once more. You tried to ignore the pain as you supported more of your own weight, feeling Leon’s grip loosen only slightly to allow your adjustment. You watched his brows furrow and relax again, a heavy breath escaping his lips and fanning against the side of your cheek. You sucked in a breath of your own, willing the images of his lips out of your head.

“That’s a nasty cut there,” he commented, as if there weren’t hundreds of rats burning to death just inches below your feet. “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you parroted, at least somewhat unintentionally. He shot you a look, and you couldn’t help the twitch in your lips. “When the sub crashed or whatever I fell and clipped the table.” Leon nodded his head, his brows knitting together again.

“What about Shen Mei?”

“I dunno,” you gulped, letting your gaze fall to the side. It almost felt like his face was growing closer to yours. “She was there one second and gone the next. I think-” you sighed, your own brows knitting together. “I think she might have left me.”

Leon’s grip tightened on you, his expression hardening until it looked like stone. He glared daggers into the water that you were just beginning to realize had washed away.

“Leon?”

His gaze found yours, expression softening ever so slightly.

“When we find her…” he trailed off. Though there wasn’t an obvious threat in his tone, you could still sense his distrust. There was a hardened edge to his voice, as if he were angry with something. As he stared off against the side of the sub, you cleared your throat, uttering his name once again.

“Hmm?”

“The water’s washed away,” you muttered, turning your attention back to the damp metallic flooring. Leon simply hummed again, hesitating in the moment with his arm still tight around your waist. It may have been the solid throbbing in the back of your head, or the fact that you’d literally just run away from a swarm of demonic rats, but it felt as though the energy changed between you. It grew thicker, more charged with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

After another beat, Leon finally muttered a warning, and you dropped your arms around his neck again as he let go of the bar above, landing steady on the ground beneath you. His arm slipped from your waist, his free hand reaching up to brace each of your arms as you swayed.

In that moment you felt his breath against your cheeks again, sending a warm shudder down your spine. Glancing up, you were met with his intent stare, the shocking blue of his eyes glowing bright even in the dim, flashing red of the room. His gaze drew you in, and you didn’t realize you were leaning closer until your chests touched.

“You okay?” he breathed, low and soft. His voice had an extra scratch to it, his hands tightening on your arms as yours fell to his waist.

“Yeah-” Your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat, catching an amused glint flash in his eyes. “Yes, I’m okay. How about you, muscles?”

Leon chuckled at your teasing, his stomach tightening as you poked at his abs. God, they were more defined than you’d been expecting, and your mouth grew a little dry.

“‘m good.” He reached up, his hand hovering over the sore spot on your forehead before brushing a few strands of hair away from the space. Your eyes fluttered shut, and in that moment, you felt his lips just barely brush across your temple.

Cue the barrage of butterflies in your stomach.

“C’mon,” Leon took your hand, slowly breaking away from whatever embrace you’d been locked in. “Let’s go find those assholes that got us into this mess. I have some words I’d like to share.”

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #infinite darkness #resident evil infinite darkness

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8um8le · 7 months

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Im plannin to make the 4 slowly reunite when sun and moon wonder what their original purpose even was, so 8ot helps them track down their roots. Out of curiosity, Sun and Moon decided to meet them in person and find out Comet is a weird little paranoid sewer rat who has trouble making friends, and Cat (aka Earth) is a unhinged kingpin who has a god complex and doesn’t see anyone as equal, yet has people gravitate to him cuz hes funny and tap-dances n shit

#stellar city

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lance-thunder-reporting-live · 5 months

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Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Wednesday, November 29, and there’s a 10% chance of rain. Highs are in the low forties and the low is 19 degrees.

A tiny tap dancing ghost rat has been appearing on cubicle desks to sing and dance before disappearing again. It is unknown why it is doing this, but hopefully, there is no malicious intent.

An escaped cockatoo somehow made its way into Casper High yesterday. Students attempted to convince the bird to swear, but it just screamed and yelled “Go away,” “Hello,” and “Where’d the cat go?” The bird was eventually captured and returned to its owner.

The Fentons will likely be driving today.

#danny phantom #lance thunder #unreality #daily report #11/29/06

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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hello!! could you possibly write something where the reader is like a mom to Dustin (the way Steve is) and he catches reader and Eddie making out and he screams "stop kissing my mom!!" or something like that?? Thank youu🤎🤎🤎

You’d babysat Dustin for years, ever since he was old enough for his mother to leave him at home without freaking out. You weren’t exactly the best babysitter in the neighbourhood – too readily bowled over by his endearing smile and begging to really hold any line, and you became fast friends growing up.

He knew you had a boyfriend, sure. He’d come downstairs when you were babysitting him to hear you on the phone, kicking your feet up like a dumb little schoolgirl before you sprung up to shepherd him back to bed. He just didn’t know who your boyfriend was. You didn’t think it mattered.

So when you asked Dustin if he wouldn’t mind not ratting on you to his mom tonight when you brought your boyfriend over, you thought it would go without a hitch. He insisted being allowed to eat icecream and two pizzas of his choice, and you acquiesced. You’d do anything for this. You had been so wrapped up in your midterms that you’d had absolutely no time to see your boyfriend at all, and when you realised that you could almost definitely pay off Dustin to let you sneak him in, you leapt at the chance.

“So, what’s he like?” Dustin asked, scrawling in one of his many notebooks as you checked over his Latin homework. “Your boyfriend?”

You flushed. “He’s a sweetie,” you mumbled, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment as you pushed away Dustin’s Latin notes, circling in pencil the verbs he’d messed up. “Genuinely the loveliest guy I’ve ever met. He’s just a gentleman, you know?”

Dustin hummed. “How’d you guys meet?”

You smiled softly, looking down at your hands. “He always used to come into the record store where I worked,” you murmured, thinking over the memory. “He was really close with some of the guys older than me in the store, so when we did stock take with a few beers we’d throw a bit of a party, and he’d be there. Drinking beers and dancing.”

You looked up at Dustin’s ceiling, remembering how the metalhead had swept you into a dance to The Cure’s Lovecats, spinning you under his arm until your can of beer spilled between you and on the floor, and both of you were on your knees howling with laughter as you swiped at it with your sleeves. You kissed like that, pleasantly drunk on Red Stripe and British New Wave, on your hands and knees together. He had grabbed your hair and pulled you down with him, tumbling onto the pile of coats, giggling the whole way as you rubbed your sopping, beer-soaked clothes over each other’s faces.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” he’d said, pulling your body into him. He was warm and damp, and you rested your chin on his sternum, blowing his now sticky hair out of his eyes. “Ever since I walked in and saw you trying to convince a kid not to buy the new Duran Duran album.”

You had snorted, and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Me too,” you admitted. “Ever since I saw you laughing at how I overcharged the kid.”

“The very same,” he said, and tapped your mouth, yelping as you bit at it playfully. “Why didn’t we do this sooner, princess?”

You had snorted. “We’re doing it now, Munson. Now get over here and kiss your girl.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ew,” Dustin said. “I didn’t need to know all of that, thanks,” he said, wrinkling his nose and pushing up off of the bed as the doorbell rang. “Oh. That’ll be him, I guess,” he said, gesturing to the door. “I’ll be up here.”

You grinned at him. “Thanks, Dusty,” you whispered, ruffling his hair. “You’re such a good sport, kiddo.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, swiping at your hair. “Don’t let anyone know. It’d ruin my rep.”

You raced down the stairs, barrelling through the door and into Eddie’s open arms. “Princess!” Eddie cooed, spinning you around, narrowly avoiding hitting your ankles on the doorframe. “Oof. It’s been a while,” he said, depositing you down to kiss your forehead. “How’s my little lady doing?”

You grinned up at him. “Not bad,” you said, and gestured upstairs. “The kid’s just getting ready for bed.”

He grinned at you wolfishly, and crowded you toward the couch. “That means,” he said, tipping you backward over the arm, “I’ve got you all to myself, hmm?”

You landed with a humph on the pillows, and twisted your head to look away from him, where the TV was playing reruns of College Bowl. “I dunno,” you teased, shooting him a quick glance. “No one here but us chickens. Just me and Dusti–” He cut you off with a firm kiss, and you sighed happily into his mouth, fingers going into his hair. It had been ages since you’d done this, and Eddie started to edge you up the sofa, your hands flying up to grab the opposite arm, your neck straining as he started to kiss down it. You let out a squeak of pain, quickly covered by Eddie’s hand over your mouth as he focused on the skin of your throat.

“Wait,” he mumbled, pulling away from your neck for a moment. “Did you say Dust–”

A shoe landed on the back of Eddie’s head, and he shrieked, tumbling off of you and onto the coffee table. You sprung up, staring at the staircase. Dustin was there, one shoe in his hand and primed to throw at the presumed-attacker.

“Get away from my– Eddie?!”

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #lol all i do is write cute fluff where these two get their c*cks blocked huh

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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 10 months

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i like how clappy trio, sneaky spirits, space dance, night walk, rap men n tap trial are all constants of life. they will survive the heat death of the universe-

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #clappy trio #sneaky spirits #space dance #night walk #rap men #tap trial #n like. rat race. of all games-

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blueberrybladelemonade · 3 months

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Confess or Freeze

(Aka Confessions in the Fridge)

Summary: After you dipped out of the plan your friends made to get you and Peppino together, it's time for them to take more extreme options. Option B.

Contains: You both did NOT get together after Noise and Noisette made an elaborate plan and it's annoyed all of your friends now. Calculated back up plan, Get in the freezer and stay there until you start dating.

Note: I've had this idea in my head for a while but @some-person-named-c mentioned what if Peppino and Y/N got locked in the freezer from one of Noise, Noisette, and Gustavo's back up plans if the dinner plan failed 😂. I love "what if...?" and alternate scenarios and this was a great kick to get me to start up writing again.

I'd recommend, if you didn't read Confessions in the Dark, to read that fic first, as this one references a few things from there and the why and how you've gotten into THIS situation in the first place.

Linked below!

***Saturday 9:04 p.m***

"He shows up and we're still down idiot number two!" The door slams shut as Noise throws his hands up, looking at Noisette in exasperation.

"Y/N hasn't answered any of my messages either..." she drawled, somewhat concerned. "You don't think something happened, do you"?

He rolled his eyes. "Tch, doubt it. Y/N only wanted to go to ogle -" Noise paused his rant, a realization dawning across his features before flashing with annoyance at Noisette.

"Why didn't you confirm Y/N was still goIN-FUCK!" Noise yelled, staggering as his foot slammed into the corner of the wall. Noisette shot him a glare, placing her hands on her hips, "Why didn't you? I set up our reservations and outlined our plans for hours!" She snapped, brows knit together as she watched her boyfriend hobble towards the couch. Serves him right for trying to blame her.

In a less than graceful motion Noise whips out his phone and searches through his contacts before flopping onto the couch. Reading your name earned a scowl as he began to type sonething.

Silence, aside from the tapping of his fingers on the screen, filled the air. Noisette quirked an eyebrow at the length, then squinted in an attempt to read Noise's text as it continued to grow. To make out what he was typing Noisette stepped over towards the couch to hover over his shoulder. She let out a short gasp.

"Theo! That's a little too harsh".

He glares up at her with a huff. "No babe, what's harsh is watching two dumbasses avoid one another even if they want to jump each other on the spot and make out sloppy style!" He spat.

Noisette's lips curled downward, face wrinkling in disgust.

"I didn't need that visual." She replied flatly.

Immediately after Noise tapped send he tossed his phone onto the floor with a huff. Noisette made her way around the couch, picked up the phone, and dropped it onto her boyfriends chest, earning an indignant "oof"!

"Go text Gustavo".

***Saturday 9:21 P.M.***

Gustavo groaned, sinking lower into the sofa. Maybe if he sunk down deep enough the cushions would swallow him up, out of this world. Unfortunately he would have no such luck as his phone would likely continue buzzing until he answered it.

Across the room his phone had been chiming away, blowing up with what he knew were texts. From his peripheral he watched Brick prop himself up against the end table, his claws clinking against the wood. The rat tilted his head curiously, sniffing at the phone as it continued to beep and vibrate.

Without even opening his phone he knew their plan to get you both together had failed.

Damn it.

Gustavo could only assume you hadn't shown up. His eyes flicked back to the phone, which had fell silent. Before he could get halfway to the table Gustavo recoiled, the phone once again buzzing to life. The words "Noise (Theo)" flashed obnoxiously as the man called again.

With an irritated groan he cleared his throat and answered.

"Hello"?

*** Saturday 10:03 p.m. ***

You stared up at the ceiling, the clock illuminating your otherwise dim room. Peppino told you he wasn't going and it's not like you wanted to go to dinner without him there. You didn't dislike everyone else that was probably at this get together, but if Peppino wasn't going to be there you weren't in the mood. It would've been the perfect excuse to be around him without outright saying it.

Instead, you ran a hot bath, made a warm drink, and curled up in bed. Now left alone to let your mind wander, you thought back to this morning.

Peppino's responses earlier towards you had been uncharacteristic. He responded dryly, almost aloof, with anything you said. You thought further back, trying to recall if you had said or did anything days beforehand that could've irritated him, but came up with nothing.

After your bath you finally checked your phone and instantly regret it. A pit in your stomach began to form as your screen flashed with multiple notifications.

Nine missed calls and dozens of texts from Noisette and her boyfriend The Noise. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you skimmed through the messages from Noisette first.

You spent what little energy you had for her wall of texts simply saying you felt drained and tired and just decided you wanted to stay home. You typed out another message asking if you could make it up to her.

As you close out of her messages, you roll your eyes to tap Noise's contact to read what he had sent you. No doubt it was going to contain multiple expletives and at least one threat. You give an exasperated sigh as you read through his tirade of insults before setting your phone back onto the nightstand. Yep. He was predictable.

You toss your head to the side with a frown. If Peppino went out anyways despite telling you he wasn't going, was it because he hadn't wanted you to be there? What Noisette texted you contradicted that however. Did Peppino actually feel disappointed that you didn't come out?

As you tossed and turned in bed your eyes focused on the letter sitting on your desk. You cringe. That was confession number thirty-two if you weren't mistaken. No matter how many letters you tried to write, the next day you'd always reread it back to yourself and immediately become dissatisfied with it.

Telling Peppino with words you liked him was too daunting of a task, so writing was the next best option.

If only you could find the right words.

*** Saturday 11:12 P.M.***

Peppino shifted to lay on his side. A pang of guilt picked his brain. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing you stayed home tonight. The get together had been a total bust, Peppino had been stuck with Noise and Noisette the entire time, as no one else showed up. Despite being their usual raucous behavior there was an air of unease as they waited for you to arrive. When you never did, the pair became more hushed as they ate their food. Peppino noticed The Noise's expression flashed with a look he couldn't quite place before they both decided to excuse themselves to leave for the night.

Peppino lifted his head to flip his pillow, letting out a soft sigh at the pleasant coolness of the fabric.

Was it his fault you didn't show up? His plan to distance himself from you and treat you like every other customer hurt. He knew it upset you with every flat response he gave this morning, your expression alone told him that. It hurt him too, but he couldn't continue with the daydreams he has so often about you. Not when they'd never actually happen. His redeeming qualities were lacking; being an anxious and overweight wreck of a man. Peppino had accepted years ago that he was passed his prime for what one would consider "dating material".

Despite this, Peppino found himself imagining what if you both had showed up tonight. What would've you wore? What would've you ordered to eat? He rarely got to be around you when he wasn't at work. Being more relaxed and talking with you without the threat of time or burning something. He wondered what you both could've talked about.

One step at a time, he told himself, shutting his eyes. Distance would hurt at first but it was necessary. He just wished each step was easier to take.

***Monday 6:21 a.m.***

"Today's the daaaay!" Noise sang, draping an arm around Gustavo's shoulder. Noisette smiled brightly, sandwiching the gnome between them. She laced her arm around Noise's as the trio made their way to the Pizzeria. Gustavo swallowed thickly, his grip tightening around the blanket he had in his arms.

The couple chattered excitedly, rehearsing their plan, Gustavo nodding along with his role and instructions.

"Can you hold this?" Gustavo asked, not waiting for a reply before shoving the blanket into Noise's hands. He wanted to hurry just in case Peppino showed up early despite their discussion yesterday.

To help with the plan, Gustavo had called Peppino, saying he that would open today if Peppino could go to the store instead. Peppino grumbled over the phone in protest, which Gustavo pointed out that he would get to sleep in - which if anyone needed more rest between the two, it was Peppino.

After a short exchange Peppino relented, though not without reiterating what ingredients needed to be defrosted and to make sure Gustavo set the fresh dough out for the day. Gustavo jot down those instructions along with a few others he needed to do to open for the day.

Gustavo hurriedly fished the key to the pizzeria from his pocket and unlocked the door. As the doors swung open he watched as the couple excitedly bounded inside, making a beeline to the kitchen. The swing doors to the back room squeaked to a close again as they disappeared through them.

Doing his best to ignore the two Gustavo flicked on the lights and begun to busy himself with preparing to open for the day. A small frown tugged at his lips as he felt in his pocket for the checklist. He shrugged, the list wasn't particularly long, Gustavo would just have to do what he could from memory.

As the overhead fans whirred to life the phone on the wall caught his eye. Was this too early? He thought, pulling out his phone. Noisette assured him earlier that you were probably waking up by now. Probably.

"Hey Y/N? Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you would be awake by now. I didn't realize it wasn't even seven yet". Gustavo watched as Noise set a container on top of the counter, Noisette towing close behind as the former pulled out the storage closet key.

"Would you be able to come over here in about thirty to forty five minutes"?

The pair dragged a heavy floor mat across the tiled dining room, back into the kitchen, and again disappeared. "It's a short notice -and I meant to call you yesterday - but we're hosting an event at the pizzeria".

What was that loud clang? Gustavo craned his neck to peer into the window. Noisette looked to be standing off to the side and Noise had a step ladder.

"I'll see you then, sorry again for waking you up so early." As Gustavo finished his call with you and hung up he rushed through the door.

"What are you doing?" he gawked up at Noise who was holding a large metal sheet pan, with another one on the floor. "I'm getting the pan out to defrost this shit." He gestured down to the sink where a few ingredients sat. On the counter beside him was a crumpled piece of paper which was very familiar.

Huh. Gustavo quirked an eyebrow. That's surprisingly helpful for The Noise. Before Gustavo could turn and leave, another idea formed. A 'just in case' idea.

"Can you put the sausage back into the fridge? Preferably towards the back?" He pursed his lips in thought, "And hide the step ladder when you're done, grazie".

***Monday 7:43 a.m.***

"Let me out!" You howl, clawing at the door. "Nuh-uh." Noisette smiles sweetly at you before pressing her hand into your face, shoving you backwards. You stop yourself from bowling over, lunging back towards the door desperately. "Let me out damn it"!

A heavy clang resounded in the freezer, your stomach tightened at the sound. She would let you out in a minute, right? You shivered, rubbing your arms in a poor attempt to stay warm. It was then that something dark in the corner caught your eye.

How long were you going to be locked in here?

You stare over at the thick mat on the floor, complete with a pillow and heavy blanket. Now that you got a better look at it, wasn't this Gustavo's? Why was that here? Regardless, you pull and drape the fabric around yourself to stay warm.

You slump to your knees on the mat with a groan, clutching the blanket tightly around you. Currently, the thermostat said 31 degrees and was dropping now that the door was shut.

*** Monday 8:24 a.m ***

"Hey Pep, can you go get the sausage? I forgot to take it out this morning".

Peppino huffed, "Mio dio that was supposed to be defrosted by now"!

Gustavo gave him a less than apologetic shrug. Earning him a scowl. "I couldn't reach it and our stepladder is missing." He replied, following closely after Peppino as he made his way towards the walk-in fridge.

"Hiya Italian man!" Noise flashed him a wolfish grin, Peppino drew back with a yelp at the yellow blur that appeared out of thin air. Noisette appeared beside him, hand on the door to the walk in fridge. "Hi Mr. Spaghetti! Surprise"!

"Vaffanculo!" By the time Peppino had registered what was happening, he swears he hears Gustavo utter what could've been an apology, before being blasted with icy air. His "best friend" helping The Noise shove him inside the fridge. "Goodbye Italian man!" Noise cackles.

Peppino let out a sharp gasp, bracing against the door to prevent it from sealing shut. What ever prank this was, he wasn't in the mood and was going to wring all of their necks when he got out.

A voice shrieked from behind him, making him flinch. "No! Don't let it shut"! Peppino's weight against the door faltered, stumbling inside and losing his grip as you lunge passed him, violently pounding against the metal door. You clawed at the door desperately, hearing muffled laughter from the other side.

"Hazel let me out right now!" you howled, wincing at your own voice as it bounced off the walls.

"What the hell-a is going on? Y/N?" Peppino's voice pulls your attention to him, white puffs of air coming out in short pants.

"I don't know! Noisette locked me in here and left but now you're in here too"! Peppino watched as you grabbed the nearby rack, wobbling before he caught you, preventing you from trying to climb. You let out an unintelligible noise in frustration before pressing your forehead into the wall. You flinch briefly at the frozen metal against your face.

Peppino remained rooted to the ground motionless, still processing what was going on. The sound of your breathing and the fans filled the air. As the adrenaline wore off a shiver went up Peppino's spine and down his arms.

After another moment he watched as you pulled away from the wall and scanned the various containers lining the racks.

"So you went to the dinner after all." You stated, finding a particular interest in the shredded cheese bin. It was less of a question and more of an observation.

"No one else was-a there besides those two. He made a face. "I don't-a recommend it".

"Why didn't you want to go?" you gingerly lift the lid, pulling out a pinch of cheese and pop it into your mouth.

At this Peppino fell silent and averted his gaze. How exactly was he supposed to explain if you were there he wouldn't be able to distance himself from you? That if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to get you out of his head, much less his daydreaming. He carefully considered his choice of words. He needed ones that were vague enough to not give away the truth but not so vague you'd pry further.

"So..." you trailed off, head turned, studying him tentatively. "Did you just not want me there?"

Peppino recoiled, "Yes-No! that's not what I-agh." he stammered, mentally clawing for the right choice of words. "I wasn't going-a to go. I didn't want to go. Noise threatened me until I said-a yes"!

You fell silent, eyes drifting back to the back wall and made your way over to the mat.

"I thought it would've been nice to see you outside of work." Your hand rubbed the back of your neck, "I kinda wanted to spend more time with you." You chuckled nervously, no real mirth behind it, before your teeth chattered together.

Peppino glanced over to the corner you were in. Noticing your uncomfortable state; huddled in the corner with your knees to your chest, you were underneath the blanket but your skin was still paler than usual. You looked pitiful, and not just from the cold.

He took a seat beside you, staring blankly across the room, at a loss on what to say. Peppino didn’t spend a lot of alone time with you, if any. It had always been at work or at get togethers that were far and few between. He had wanted to spend more time with you, too, but didn't think you would've felt the same.

"Why-a would you want to hang out with-a me"?

A blush lightly dusted your cheeks at how close he was to you. Though hopefully it was too cold to notice.

"Because I like being with you".

Peppino shivered, eyes trained onto the tile floor contemplating your words. Silently, you move one corner of the blanket off of yourself and drape the end around his shoulder. He glances over to you and is greeted by a soft smile.

You was so kind and perfect to him. You always would stop by the pizzeria just to talk. To him specifically. You gave him something to look forward to as he worked. Even as Peppino busied himself with preparing and making pizzas, he clung to every detail you shared and you always listened to him contently.

Now with how close you both were, it left him with butterflies in his stomach. Just his arm brushing against yours sent a pleasant warmth through him to the back of his neck. Peppino wished he had more to talk about, but with how close you both were had him too nervous to say anything.

"Why did they lock you in here too?" you muttered after another shiver wracked your body. "I thought Noisette did it to me to get revenge for not going out Saturday".

Peppino said nothing to you, offering a small shrug. He had a sneaking suspicion on the "Why" at this point. As if The Noise hadn't alluded to that enough when he confronted Peppino, threatening him to show up for that get together.

As he felt you shudder again, an idea popped into his head, but he hesitated, uncertain if it was a good idea. You were both freezing, you especially however. Scooting closer to you, Peppino gave you an awkward smile. “If you-a want, we can share the blanket and I can-a keep you warm"?

You peered at him, unsure you heard Peppino correctly. As seconds dragged on his expression wavered to a slightly more anxious one. Before he could move away you tugged at his arm to stop him. You drew back the blanket, letting it fall over your waist and legs before pressing yourself against his side. Peppino tossed his arm around your shoulders and brought you as close as he could.

You sighed, snuggling deeper into his arms, your own arm coming to lay across his stomach as you tried to cling to and absorb the warmth. Moving the blanket so it covered you both, Peppino wrapped his arms around you. “Better?” he asked quietly.

You gave a content hum as you pressed your head in the crook of his neck. He smelled nice -fresh- as if he had just gotten out of the shower, with a hint of his familiar scent too.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

Without thinking, Peppino drew one hand up to caress your face. You melted into his touch and the warmth of his hand. Encouraged by your response, Peppino drew his other hand up to your face as well.

As your eyes focused on his, you suddenly became aware of how close Peppino was, to where your foreheads were almost touching. You offered him a small smile.

He leaned foward and closed the distance. Your breath caught in your throat, tensing for just a moment before easing against him, your eyes fluttering shut. It was a soft lingering kiss.

His lips gently moved against yours. "I-a like you Y/N." He whispered against your lips, pressing them together once again as you smiled against him. In a silent reply you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

* * * *

Noisette smiled from the other side of the door, a deranged smile spread across her face as she turned to look at Noise. He quirked an eyebrow, looking at her across before gesturing her to stay quiet. He flinched as the kitchen door creaked open, Gustavo's head poking through. "How's it going?" He asked in a hushed tone. Noisette nodded excitedly before giving him a thumbs up.

"Come on, let's give them more privacy. We'll unlock the fridge in like ten minutes". Noise rose to his feet, motioning for Noisette to follow. "Or we just forget about them, I don't care".

"Oh you do too Theo." Noisette elbowed him in the ribs, earning a squeak followed by a glare from the man as the group left the back room. The warm air greeted them as they returned to the dining room. Noisette turned her attention to Gustavo with a smile.

"Hey Gus, can we have more garlic bread"?

"Mio dios, how much can you eat?" Gustavo muttered before ducking back into the kitchen. As he piled another plate with bread he looked back to the swing door thoughtfully.

He'd unlock the door after he gave the pair their food. Hopefully you and Peppino wouldn't be too angry when he let you both out. If it weren't for locking you both in the freezer you'd both still be pretending you didn't have feelings for each other. Now neither of you would have to pretend anymore.

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Before Your Kisses Turn Into Bruises

Summary: Kaz is stuck in a time loop. No matter how many times he tries, they still end up dying in his arms. Is there anything he can do to change this fate?

Word Count: 3360

CW: Blood mention, food mention, cursing

Kaz took a step forward, his cane thumping along with it. Anger mixed with protectiveness within his stance. It turned his voice cold and loud, passion running through it like water under a frozen canal. “No! You aren’t going on-!” He took another threatening step forward only to find himself back in his Slat office. The subject of his ire was now nowhere near him. Instead, he knew for a fact that they were approximately halfway across the district with as few cares in the world as a Barrel rat could have and listening to a street musician.

He growled in frustration and slammed his cane against the floor, listening to the sound reverberate in time with him. “Dammit!”

He had lost count of how many times this exact thing had happened already. Ten? More? Too many, that’s all he cared about. Too many times had he found Y/N, bruised and battered and seeming to only be hanging on to their life by sheer spite, only to have time seem to rewind and find himself back in his office. Even now, he had been through this same process so many times, each time only having few changes outside of what he did, he knew exactly where they were in that moment.

Right then, they were watching a street musician play at the mouth of the Government District and would be there for the next few minutes. After that, they would go on a job Kaz had assigned them a few days ago. Little had he known it was almost a suicide mission he was sending them on and he wished with every fiber of his being that he hadn’t assigned it to them.

He had been through the night enough times to know how it would end. Y/N would come back to the Slat with bruises so dense across their body, their natural skin color would be almost unrecognizable. Kaz’s heart stuttered every time they came in with the bruises, every time he saw the blood running down their side and that determined look in their eye that said they would report what they knew or bleed out trying. Even before this Never ending Night, he hated to see them with even the smallest mark across their skin, no matter how it was inflicted. It was times like that that he wished he was the type of leader who could pull someone into his office and patch them up while getting the report. Instead, all he could do was order them to one of the gang’s mediks to get patched up before they, “stained my good rug with your blood.”

Kaz shook himself back to the present and picked up his coat. He breezed out of his office, coat slung over his arm and cane tapping the ground in an angry staccato. Just as he was in the middle of the entryway, he had an idea to possibly change this night again. Pausing, he turned and scanned the room until he found someone he wanted. He briefly spoke to the other Dregs member, who scurried away as soon as Kaz was finished speaking to them.

With his plans starting to come into place, he stepped out of the Slat and started down the street. Soon enough, he came to the street corner where Y/N was listening to a traditional Kaelic instrument being played. Their eyelashes fluttered against their cheeks as they kept their eyes closed to feel the music better. They leaned against a building, their hand gently swaying to the music. Kaz thought they looked like sound in human form, as if they were going to spring into a dance at any moment or fly into the wind and never be seen again as they spread joy to all who came across them.

When Y/N’s eyes opened, they seemed to instinctively find Kaz in the shadows on the other side of the square. There was a look in their eyes that did something to Kaz, a gravity about them that always tugged at him. It threatened now to pull him closer and into their orbit, closer than he would let almost anyone else get. He managed to resist that gravitational pull, but only just.

If he were free of his mind, he could stride over to them, sweep them into his arms, and show them just how much he thought of them. He’d kiss Y/N so soundly, they would be clinging to him to stay upright. They would be breathing heavily, eyes staying closed even when they both pull apart for air. He’d press them against the wall the way he’d seen other men do with lovers, using it to support both their weight as he pulled them insistently closer, as if they were the last breath of air he would ever breathe.

Instead, he watched as Y/N made their way across the small space of the intersection and came to stand at his side. “Kaz?” They asked, eyes shining in the light of the streetlamps and making them look ethereal. “Did you need something, Boss?”

Kaz shook himself out of the spell. “The job I had you on for the night. It’s canceled.”

“What?” Y/N stepped around him, blocking the alleyway he was turning down. “What do you mean? Did it get rescheduled? Or . . . “ Their voice trailed off, eyes betraying the fear that kept them from thinking of the alternative: that Kaz was deliberately taking them off a job he’d given to them specifically.

Y/N took a step back, disbelief on their face waring with the knowledge of the truth and the hurt they felt at it. “Kaz. You wouldn’t, would you?”

He sighed and continued his steps back to the Slat, a defeated Y/N trailing behind him. “I didn’t take you off the job because I thought you couldn’t do it. I did it because you’re needed on a different one tonight. Someone else is already filling the first one.”

The energy back in their steps caused them to quicken until they were walking two abreast. “This one better pay the same or more than the previous. Tonight was supposed to be my last job and you know that, Brekker.”

Kaz felt his heart twist at the mention of their plans and the impersonal address. Y/N was someone he had picked up off the streets himself. They’d been stealing from those under Dregs protection and had even managed to pickpocket a few of the Dregs themselves. When Kaz caught them being bold enough to go for Wylan’s bag, he’d offered a deal. Work for Kaz and pay back what was stolen, or be prepared to not be looked at kindly by anyone in the Barrel. They made the right choice and Kaz sent them on thieving jobs, what they were best at. Occasionally, they were sent to rough someone up or be a spider if it was needed. They did their job well, sneaking in and out of crowds with the same ease as most spiders sneak around buildings.

Their indenture almost fully paid back, Y/N had made it no secret that they planned to leave Ketterdam as soon as they were free from the Dregs. They’d even gone so far as to say there would be nothing they would miss and Ketterdam would hold no lost love from them.

Love.

Kaz loved them. The revelation was so sudden, it almost made him stop in his tracks. He stole a glance at the Dregs next to him, wondering at the thought that made everything fall into place. How had he been so blind as to not see it before?

Quickly, he stepped down a different alley at the nearest crossroads, changing the plans for the evening. Y/N stayed silent next to him, unaware of his original plans nor his new ones. It didn’t take long to come to the sparkles and glam that was the showier side of the pleasure district. Y/N stayed close to him as they wound through the buildings.

Eventually, he stopped at a small theater that was out of the way but always showing something. Y/N bounced on the balls of their feet, a throwing dagger slipping into each hand. “What’s the mark here, Kaz?”

He glanced up at the title of the play being shown. He didn’t know why he’d come here. Maybe he needed to think.

No, that wasn’t true. He knew exactly why he’d come here. If his life was this one night repeated forever, he was going to have at least a few turns of it be good. He wanted to take them here, to watch a play and talk about it like a normal courting pair. Because he wanted to court them.

Ghezen, he was in deep.

He knew from previous loops that no matter what kind of interference he ran on the job, it always ended the same way. So, he was taking them away from the job. If even his presence on it with them caused them to still almost die in his arms back at the Slat, there was nothing to be done about the job. Let the other Dregs deal with it, they could have other methods of avoiding the danger or getting stitched up by the mediks. Right now, Kaz was being selfish. He couldn’t hold them, couldn’t bring them close and whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Nor could he kiss them the way he wanted, keep them safe in any way possible except this way.

So, if the ambush always results the same and Y/N never remembers the previous tries through, there was nothing left to do on the job but not go. Instead, he switched his tactics to being selfish. He wanted to spend this night with them, even if it was the only night he would ever see again, especially if that. If they were to leave him as soon as their next job paid enough, the most he could do for himself is to spend this one night telling himself he did what he could. He needed to show himself they didn’t want him, not the way he wanted them. The way their eyes shone wasn’t for him, their smile wasn’t broader when he was around, their humming and dancing was not for him to experience. He didn’t deserve them and they didn’t want him and he needed to use tonight to truly understand that.

So, they sat together and watched the show. Y/N asked if the job was in the theater and Kaz just squeezed their hand through a glove and told them to enjoy the play. When it was over, Kaz took them walking down the pier where there was some dancing and music, a few people offering snacks. Kaz paid for the food, a welcome warmth against the chill of the night. Y/N hummed along to the music.

Kaz watched them, the way they almost seemed to glow from the inside with joy at the music, the tapping of their feet that begged to dance, even just the way they held themself was gorgeous. His eyes couldn’t move from them, as if he could commit that moment to memory the same way he did numbers and documents.

All of a sudden, it was pulled away. One moment Kaz was staring at Y/N and enjoying life, the next he was breathing in the smoke tinged air of his office. No matter how many times it had been cleaned, nothing could remove the smell of Per Haskell’s old pipe. Kaz took a few more greedy gulps of the almost rancid air to clear his head.

The next sequence went much the same as that one. Kaz found them in the square, called off their job, and asked for their company for the rest of the night. Even so, all they could talk about was Y/N leaving. They sat on a park bench in the brightly lit University District and Kaz asked about where they planned to go when they paid him off. They didn’t say, only that they might never step foot in Kerch again.

Kaz felt his heart break again just as he found himself back in his office, sitting in his chair and looking out the window.

Not willing to give up, he did it again. He hastily pulled his coat on, yelling to a Dregs to take Y/N’s job, and stormed out the door. He stopped once again at that street crossing, watching Y/N soak in the music as if it were the one thing to energize them. He stepped through the crowd, watching the way they mouthed along with the song. He had done this exact moment so many times, Kaz was sure he could sing along with the song himself.

When they opened their eyes, Kaz was in front of them. “The job is off, someone else is handling it for the night, I need your company instead tonight.”

Y/N nodded, their eyes wary. “Okay, boss, what are we doing?”

He took a deep breath and did the only thing he could. “Whatever you want. I’m paying off the last of your indenture from my own pocket. If you want to consider this your last night in Ketterdam, so be it. Just know, you will always be a Dregs. You can keep doing jobs and get more money, keeping all of it. Even if you don’t, you bear the Crow and Cup and that marks you as one of us until the day you die.”

Y/N nodded, eyes soft with unshed tears. “Kaz, I-”

“You don’t need to say anything right now. Just allow me to spend this night with you doing whatever you wish.”

Y/N shut their mouth and instead started walking down the street. Kaz trailed behind them, keeping watch for anything that would ruin the last time they would spend together. If he wasn’t to be pulled out of this night, he didn’t want his last memory of them to be walking away from him forever or dying in his arms. Instead, he wanted their smile lighting up brighter than the moon, he wanted their joy wrapping him in the warmest cloak ever. He wanted them. Pure and simple. There was nothing else he could do but want them, even if they forgot what had happened come morning.

That time around was the easiest with them and the best one. Kaz kept every moment locked in his mind, determined to remember every detail of how they looked in the moonlight, their joy and light and the essence of them that had pulled him from a dark place.

Finally, both lounging in Kaz’s sitting room that had replaced his attic office, Y/N brought it up again. Leaving. Kaz couldn't help the way he felt heat rise in his chest, as if the long buried anger from many rounds ago had finally caught up with him.

“Why?” The word came out so cold and hard, as if it were an icicle he hurled at them in defense of his thawed heart.

Y/N took a step back. “Kaz? Why what?”

He sighed, hands clenching on his cane in an attempt to rein in the anger they didn’t deserve directed at them. “Why are you leaving? Is this place not good enough for you? Are you so desperate to seek out more you are willing to trample others to get there?”

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. Kaz, you’re starting to scare me.”

“Good!” He almost threw the word at them. “Be scared, be as scared as I am!”

With that, it was like a gate opened and the words came pouring out like water. “Because I’m scared, deathly so! I’m scared of putting a name to the feelings I’ve had for years now, scared that as soon as I put that word to what I’ve been feeling that my heart will shatter at the impossibility of it all. Scared you’re going to leave me, to go away to someplace else and find someone who can love you the way I’ve always longed to. I love you so much and I’m so scared of losing you and this is going to kill me if it keeps happening.”

Without realizing it, tears had started to course down his cheeks. “Please,” his voice started to break with the effort of admitting all of this. “Please, Y/N, don’t leave me, you can’t. You can’t go away and find someone soft to love, I don’t know what would happen to me. I’ve dragged myself up tooth and nail with just the sight of your light to guide me, I don’t know what would happen when that light is no longer there. I’m-I’m not strong enough to do this alone, I need you. I know it’s not right, it’s not fair, it’s selfish of me to say it. But I’m a selfish man so, please, stay with me.”

“Oh, Kaz,” they started, taking a step closer to him.

Kaz backed up. “No, I don’t need your pity. If you’re going to leave, just do it quietly. I don’t know what would happen should I actually have to watch you leave.” He dropped into his chair, head falling into his hands to hide the tears and give himself a moment to recover. “Please, just, do as you wish. Don’t let me influence you.”

Footsteps crossed the floor until Y/N was crouched before him, ducking their head down enough to see him. “Kaz, darling, I’m not going anywhere.” They laughed. “The only reason I said I would leave is because I love you.”

Kaz raised his head slowly, brows furrowed in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

“I love you but seeing you always being so cold to me, I thought you didn’t feel the same. So, I was determined to leave Ketterdam and leave you alone. I thought it would be better that way. It broke my heart to decide and every step closer, every word we spoke about it tonight, only tore my heart into smaller pieces.”

Kaz looked into their eyes, his gaze intent and searching. “Do you still want to leave?”

Y/N shook their head, a smile and laugh brightening the room. “Not in the slightest. I’m here to stay.”

Before his courage and elation could fail him, Kaz stood and pulled Y/N to their feet as well. One hand went up to cup their cheek, leather sliding against skin until they fit together perfectly. The other hand held their waist, pulling them in. For a brief moment, Kaz stared at their neck, watching the skin there faintly pulse in time with their heartbeat. He needed to know they were alive, and there with him on dry land, not dead in the water.

Y/N looked at him with those eyes he adored so much and he couldn’t help but lean in and press his lips to theirs. It was gentle and soft and only lasted for a few heartbeats before he had to pull back, the water rising around him. Already, he could feel the cold and wet hands grasping at him and threatening to drag him under again.

Y/N smiled at him, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “Oh, look, the sun’s rising! We rarely ever get such a clear view of the sunrise unless it’s a countryside job, but I do love it so.”

He turned to look out the window at the night finally coming to an end. He was still there, seeing the sunrise for the first time in a week. Smiling, he pulled Y/N in again and kissed their face, feeling the puffs of their breath on his cheeks and chin as he worked his way around it. Those kisses would not be reset, they would not be wiped away to be replaced with the bruises of a job gone horribly wrong. Those kisses would instead stay on Y/N’s smiling face.

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babe i’m so sorry i wanted to do this so long ago and shit happened BUT IM READY TO DO IT NOW!!

so can i just say I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW SHE WAS A FOX AND THE MOMENT WHEN SHE TURNED INTO A FOX WAS SO WORTH THE WAIT LIKE THE BUILD UP TO THAT MOMENT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!

the way she ran to hide under sirius and nuzzled against him to reassure him??? god i love them especially when sirius was telling her to run and she did but still hesitated

AND THEN PETER OMG PETER!!! i would die for young peter. the way he was nudging her paw and she picked him up as she ran

but i can’t imagine how the marauders were feeling in that moment like having to hurt your friend to protect your other friend??? i know james and sirius felt horrible.

but the chase scene was so intense like i was at the edge of my seat the entire time!

when reader found the hole and was trying to get in but couldn’t because her shoulder? just imagining how painful that must have been is insane. and then moony trying to pull her out? i feel like people don’t realize how horrifying this is!

reader pulling through and squeezing herself into that hole shows how strong she is not just physically but her will too ya know?

but then peter comes along placing his little rat hand on readers paw and i can imagine it and it’s so cute 😭 and then he does a little dance to keep her awake tapping her snout if she does start to fall asleep. i imagine him like one of the little jumping mice from coralline! god i love this version of peter 🥹

AND THEN READER TEYING TO GET TO REMUS?? like even when she’s hurt she’s fighting to see her man’s and the way sirius was being so gentle with her 🥹

and LILY!!! THE WAY SHE WAS SO WORRIED ASKING ABOUT HER FRIEND!!! I LOVE HER SM!!! and when sirius was trying to hint that the fox is reader and lilys first conclusion is “OMG THEY TURNED HER INTO A FOX!!!” 😭😭 also dr lily is the best out there let’s be so fr! like she was on that shit like white on rice!!!

AND THEN READER GOING BACK TO CHECK ON REMUS!?!?!? LORD TAKE ME NOW SHES SO JDKSISSKSOWN and and then when remus looked over and saw reader he turned away because he didn’t want reader to see him like this ☹️ like he was ashamed??? BABY YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED ABOUT!!!

sirius’ little “no way in hell am i leaving her” 🤭 like omg stawp! he’s so boyfriend

but when reader was trying to make jokes to help lighten the mood even though she was in pain like WHY IS SHE SO CARING??? she always puts everyone else’s needs in front of hers like always trying to check on remus or trying to make sirius and lily feel better with a joke! like she doesn't really stop to think if she’s ok until there’s no one else around for her to check on.

AND THE WAND!!! YOU BROUGHT UP THE WAND AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHA!!! I LOVE THE WAND TALK!!! love how lily is like “you used his wand 😧” and reader is like “yeah 🤷‍♀️” LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL?!?!? and and lily bring up the fact the wand is a girl by saying “she’s picky” BUT BUT BUT not with sirius!!!! AND THE WHOLE “looks like rem’s wand likes us very much” YOU WANNA KNOW WHO ELSE LIKES YOU VERY MUCH?!?!? REM!!!! REMUS DOES!!! OPEN THOU EYES!!! AND WITNESS THE TRAGEDY OF YOUR OBLIVIOUSNESS!!!!

and the way i literally screamed when the moonflower survived!!! I WOULDVE CRIED IF ALL OF THIS HAPPENED FOR NOTHING!! (well not for nothing but you know)

also the whole talk about how reader has change and sirius awkwardly trying to explain her “proportions” have changed 💀 i love how they’re still like awkward around each other sometimes like yes they clicked when they saw each other again almost immediately but they still haven’t seen each other in years and things change. sirius realizing that reader changed in this way just reminds him and i think it’s cute

THE CUDDLING IS SO FUCKING CUTE BTW!!! PERFECT WAY TO END THIS CHAPTER!!! I LOVED IT ALL SO MUCH AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LATE!!!

honestly i might not do one this long for the other chapters probably just on my favorite parts instead of the whole thing but i doubt you even care for the long ones anyways lmao

OK THATS ALL IM GONE!!! 🫡

Ugh no! I absolutly love the long ones! They're my favourite thing I promise! And yes, so many things and tiny little details hidden in plain sight, right?

Going to Sirius for protection, and yet still being so worried for Remus because she doesn't want him to get hurt, like girl's bleeding and yet she's worried about her friends!

So happy you liked the chase scene, I was really trying to get the action feel vibes, and the tension going on like, yeah the boys are here but she's still in danger, it was so thrilling to write tbh.

Honestly, Peter is a total sweetheart at the moment, I feel so bad that he may or may not have a corruption arc, especially because I really wanted to portray his friendship with the boys, like he was supposed to be their best friend, and that's why his treason is as painful as it was (ugh so tragic).

Dr. Lily is the best, no one can change my mind. Like from the beginning she's shown to care for people, I thought it'd make so much sense for her to be some kind of healer or helper, especially when we're told by Remus that she was always kind and empathic. I really like the contrast between her and the reader, kinda of shows that women come in different shapes, sizes and personalities. Like they both care so much about their friends but in different ways, if that makes sense?

Don't get me wrong, I head cannon her as a brilliant duellist and I think she could have been a Charms teacher or even a fierce auror, but I think she'd be so talented because she trained in med magic and she always managed to keep her partners in one piece. Like especially when you think about the sacrifice she made for Harry, she was a brilliant witch and even if she never actually worked, because she was in the order, I still think she has great potential as a character.

I really love Lily, can ya'll tell?

Told you the wand thing would come back! Of course, there's a reason Remus' wand allows both Sirius and Vixen to use it seamlessly (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

YOU WANNA KNOW WHO ELSE LIKES YOU VERY MUCH?!?!? REM!!!! REMUS DOES!!! OPEN THOU EYES!!! AND WITNESS THE TRAGEDY OF YOUR OBLIVIOUSNESS!!!!

"Witness the tragedy of your obliviousness" might be one of my favourite things you've ever said. Also, it sums up Gilded Constellation so well, it's perfect, thank you <3

Ugh yes, my girl's spirits were lifted when she found the flower bc omg Wolfsbane potion, is a freaking URGENT NEED!

And the proportions part was a must, they're teens, after all, the tension is going to be there hehe. And of course there was cuddling, I think after the hell of a night she had, she deserves some cuddles. But also I just love cuddles, they make me soft.

As always, I love your analysis, thanks for sharing babe!

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Part II of the Camp Prudaj AU, featuring equine therapist Imogen and children’s vlogger Laudna. Part I here.

In which Laudna appears and charms Imogen through a phone screen.

The episode opened on a tiny animated paw batting at a skein of red yarn, which unraveled to spell Crafting Creatures as a melody, something that sounded like it was coming from a phonograph, played in the background. It was cute and seemed fairly normal for a show aimed at children, even if the paw was a little gaunt.

And then the creature to whom the paw belonged came running out after the yarn, scruffy black rodent body and bone-white bird skull head skittering across the screen, a small with Laudna and Pate scrawling in black font behind its tail as it moved.

“What the fuck?”

The words escaped on an exhale, low and reflexive, her head moving away from the screen of her phone, like she might see something different than a half-living, mutant rat chasing a ball of yarn if she gave it a little distance.

She did not see something different.

The creature turned to face the camera and titled its head as it said, “Well, what’re you waitin’ for? Stop starin’ and come on in.” The accent was absurd, something from a community theater production about a chimney sweep in Whitestone, and Imogen huffed a laugh, torn between revulsion and amusement.

And then the camera zoomed out and faded to black, opening again on a woman—Laudna, she assumed—sitting in a worn, ornate rocking chair that looked as though it could’ve been pulled from a few centuries back. Its occupant might’ve come with it. She was all delicate, high cheekbones and big, dark eyes. The tilt of her head and the cut of her jawline, the way her hands moved effusively and still somehow gracefully with her words, which were, themselves, lilted out in a distinctive accent (Whitestone, she thought, but about as far from Pate’s overexaggerated growl as possible)–all of it was classic and classically feminine, a match to her chair and the lace of her high collar.

“Hello, there. Welcome to Crafting Creatures. I’m Laudna and…” Her hand disappeared for a moment over the side of her chair and when it appeared again, it was maneuvering the wooden sticks of a puppet, a familiar and horrifying rat thing coming to sit on its hind paws (Haunches? Her rat anatomy was lacking.). “You’ve already met Pate.”

The rat took a bow, tiny front paws dipping low as its body tilted. “‘Ello. Pate de Rolo at your seeervice.”

Laudna made a small effort to hide the movement of her mouth but seemed much more concerned with Pate’s movements, and, Imogen imagined, maintaining that fucking accent. She was smiling, really smiling, as Laudna drawled, voice unnaturally low, “What’re we up to t’day, boss?”

Laudna’s eyes met the camera directly again, and in her own voice, she offered, body moving side to side very slightly in what might’ve been anxiety but which seemed much more like irrepressible delight, “Well, I thought we’d make some acorn dolls.”

The screen shifted to a list of materials, ones that had also been posted in the description, Imogen noticed, and Laudna read them and then said, easily, “And if you don’t have these, don’t worry! You can pause here to go find some acorns or draw the dolls on paper or just imagine on your own!”

The screen shifted again and Laudna tapped a long, bony finger against her temple, black nail a stark contrast to her pale skin.

“Remember, your mind is a wonderful thing. It can take you wherever you’d like to go. And anytime you’d like! So, today, if you’d like to make dolls the same way that Pate and I will or differently than we will—with shells or pen and paper or in your fantastic imagination—please do! We’re excited to make something with you.”

“Enough talkin’,” Pate said, dancing across Laudna’s lap to perch on an arm of the chair and stare at the camera with the black holes where its eyes should be. “Let’s get to it.”

Imogen followed along as Laudna and Pate decorated their acorns—faces with various expressions, pants and skirts and dresses of every color—and then stacked them together to form little dolls. The camera shifted occasionally, shots from above of the decoration and process, Pate’s little claw making an appearance every now and again, and wider shots of the small table where they worked.

She tuned out after a few minutes, caught in watching Laudna. Her mannerisms and tone and vocabulary all made Imogen feel like she might be watching one of the classic movies her math teacher had loved so much, one well-worn copy or another in the old VHS player on an afternoon close to a holiday break.

It took her a few minutes to notice, because Laudna was incredibly charming and incredibly gorgeous and because, relatedly, Imogen was incredibly gay, but there was something different about Laudna, something that made Imogen’s brain whisper, Look again, although she hadn’t, from the moment Laudna appeared on screen, considered looking away.

She was alluring in the same way all of those actresses had been to (equally incredibly gay) teenage Imogen, undeniably beautiful and out of her time.

But unlike the lead in An Evening in Whitestone, there was something just slightly too much about Laudna. Her skin was too pale, too thin, her eyes too wide and too dark, her hands moved just this side of too quickly, closer, upon examination, to anxious than ethereal. The smile stretched too far across her face and the features were too sharp, sliding from delicate to the kind of worrying thinness that warned of illness.

It didn’t make her less gorgeous. Not to Imogen, anyway, who appreciated unique features and who, with her own scars climbing from her fingers to her sternum, liked to believe that imperfect didn’t mean unattractive. (It didn’t, on other people. The opposite really. She was a sucker for a scar and a story. As for herself, well. She was trying.)

It did, though, make her different, and it made Imogen, who understood very well how differentness could shape a person, consider her (examine felt too clinical and also at least a little creepy but was probably, if she were honest with herself, the best word for what she was doing)—the way she moved, the way she dressed, the musicality of her voice, Pate. Laudna seemed so wonderfully herself, but Imogen wondered how much of the way she carried herself was meant to distract, whether Laudna had always been built for a different time, what made her want to make a children’s series with a nightmare puppet. She wanted to know her, she realized. And she might get to.

As Laudna and Pate settled back in the rocking chair and began to discuss next week’s project—some furniture for the acorn dolls—and what materials they would be using, Imogen found herself looking forward to coffee.

Laudna laughed at something Pate said, which Imogen considered, after this brief time watching, to be endearing rather than disconcerting. She took a look at the time and plugged in her phone. There was a whole playlist of these videos, and she had a whole evening of nothing.

“What do you say to a quick story, before we go?”

“Yeah! What abou’ the one with the crickets?”

“Wonderful choice. Do you know, I made some finger puppets that will work beautifully for this.” She rummaged in the basket beside the chair and emerged with a handful of small, knitted multicolored creatures. “Alright. Ready, then?”

Imogen kicked off her shoes and settled back into her bed. Ready.

#imodna #southerngothic #imodna fic #camp prudaj au

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warringwarrioridiot · 2 months

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"They was asking for it"

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ASKING FOR?? A BIG FAT BASEBALL BAT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL AT FULL SPEED MAX ISTG

Mfs like this need to take a long walk off of a short cliff cus if I EVER catch them I'm gonna commit some good old fashion homicide.

If you say things like "You should've enjoyed it" or "at least you got some" I'm tracking your IP and shoving ten cacti in your anal hole and/or vagina.

"game is game 🤪"

You need to shut your ketchup stain, Junkrat main, micro brain, aluminium chain, ankle sprain, CHOCOLATE RAIIIIN, with your runny nose dirty toes lick hobos cOwAbUnGa BrOs, Dude, I want you to look at your entire life. All your life choices. And tell me when you had an original idea in your brain. Your ass got kicked out and disowned and you started aggressively tapping the home button on your IPhone "Oh, help. Why is it not working?". YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE IS LIKE A NARUTO FILLER EPISODE, MY BOY! YOUR PRANKS ARE AS REPETITIVE AS THE AD "Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Whopper" YOUR BRAIN IS JUST AS REAL AS THE LOVE YOUR PARENTS HAVE FOR YOU! YOUR GRANDMA GAVE BLING BLING BOY A LAP DANCE FOR PAY DAY. Wait hold on! *Punch punch punch* GIVE ME THE MONEY YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST ROBBED YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST HIT A LICK ON YOUR GRANDMA, HOW DOES THAT FEEL?! SHE POOR AS HELL NOW! YOU PUT A BALLOON ON YOUR HEAD AND THOUGHT IT WAS A DURAG! YOU LIKE RONALD MCDONALD FROM OHIO! "HEYA KID! YOU WANT A BIG MAC?!" WHEN YOU WALK DOWNSTAIRS YOUR WHOLE HOUSE STARTS RUMBLING! YOU BRING THE POWER OF EREN YEAGER AND 37 COLOSSAL TITANS DOWN YOUR STAIRCASE! AFTER YOU EAT DINNER YOU EAT THE PLATE AND THEN YOU EAT THE TABLE AS WELL! CHOMP CHOMP! YOU RENT OUT THE GAP BETWEEN YOU TEETH AS A PARKING SPACE FOR ANTS! YOU LOOK EMO ASF "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY LAST RESORT! SUFFOCATION! NO BREATHING!" LOOK AT YOUR NOSE YOU HAVE TWO MARIO PIPES COMING OUT OF YOUR HEAD! YAHOO! LET'S A GO! THEY MADE A SEQUEL TO FINDING NEMO BASED OFF YOUR ASS CALLED "LOCATING CHROMOSOMES! IN THEATRES THIS JULY!" YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A RAT LIVING UNDER YOUR BED IN A PRINGLES CAN! YOU POSTED AN INSTAGRAM STORY ABOUT A JAMAICAN CRICKET GIVING YOU A LAP DANCE IN THE BACK OF TOYS R US! YOU TORTURED AN ANT BY TYING HIM TO YOUR BUTTHOLE AND FARTING ON HIM! I HAVE MORE ROASTS YOU KNOW! YOUR GRANDMA IS A DARK SOULS BOSS CALLED "THE WRINKLE!

EW NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THERE IS NO WAY! THAT THIS... OLD ASS FART WRINKLE IS TALKING TO ME IN SUCH A DISRESPECTFUL MANNER. YOU KNOW IT'S ACTUALLY KINDA SAD YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO BE A GRANDPA NOW BUT INSTEAD OF ADVANCING YOUR BIOLOGICAL CHAIN YOU'VE INSTEAD SPENT YOUR DAYS ALONE IN YOUR ROOM READING HITLER MANIFESTOS AND COSPLAYING AS A FUCKIN' NEO NAZI. SO MANY YEARS AND SUCH LITTLE ADVANCEMENT. No seriously! Seriously I find it amusing THAT YOUR PENCIL PENIS DONKEY KONG BARREL BUILT LOOKIN' ASS WOULD ASSUME THAT I EVEN REMOTELY CARE ABOUT A SINGLE ONE. NO NO NO FUCK THAT. A SINGLE SYLLABLE OF THE VERBAL DIARRHEA GARGLE THAT'S COMING OUT OF THE DUSTY SARLAC PIT YOU CONSIDER TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU MY FACE?? YOU WANNA SEE MY FUCKIN' FACE??? BITCH SHOW ME YOUR FUCKIN' HAIRLINE CAUSE I KNOW THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE SPEAKING TO ME RIGHT NOW DRESSED UP AS A GOD DAMN DIABOLICAL BOY SCOUT. NAH LOOK AT THEM TEETH. BOY YOUR TEETH IN CREATIVE MODE. HELL NAH BOY STOP PLAYING YOU TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT. BRO THEY GOT FOSSIL RECORDS FOR EACH ONE OF YOUR FAT ROLLS. NAH STOP PLAYING WITH ME BOY I CAN'T TAKE YO ASS SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DRESS UP LIKE A GODDAMN MEDIEVAL TERRORIST. BRO IS ABOUT TO SHOOT UP HIS OLD FOLKS HOME WITH A CROSSBOW AND A FUCKING TREBUCHET. YA YEET DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM! SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP. WHAT THE FUCK? A HE AHHH EEEEE SHUT UP BITCH. YOU WANT ME TO TURN ON MY CAMERA? YO DICK BUILT LIKE A INVERTED BANANA. YO FOREHEAD CRACKED UP LIKE THE AFRICAN SAVANNAH. I CAUGHT YOU AND YO SISTER BUTT NAKED LAST NIGHT. SWEET HOME ALABAMA. FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WHAT IS YOU WEARING WITH YO GODDAMN HONEY WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT? NAH BOY LOOK AT YO ROOM, YO HOUSE DIRTY AS HELL. YOU GOT FOUR SEWER RATS IN YO BATH TUB RIGHT NOW FLOATING ON TOP OF A PIZZA BOX SINGING. "YO HO THIEVES AND BEGGARS". LIKE SHIT, BOY I CAUGHT YOU HAVING AN EMOTIONAL CONVERSATION WITH YO TOE NAIL LAST NIGHT. WE COULD'VE BEEN SUPER STARS REMEMBER WHEN WE AS JACKING CARS. YOU AND YO TOE NAIL WAS GOING TO BE THE DYNAMIC DUO. BITCH YOU WAS GONNA BE IN AMERICA'S GOT TALENT SWINGING THAT SHIT AROUND LIKE A FUCKING BOOMERANG. SHUT YO STUPID ASS UP. BRUH I CAUGHT YOU JACK SPARROW RUNNING AROUND YOUR HOUSE WHILE YOUR DAD WAS TRYING TO BEAT YOU WITH A TOILET PLUNGER LAST NIGHT. COME HERE BOY! SHUT YO ASS UP. BITCH EVERYTIME YOU TAKE A SHIT THE GAME OF THRONES THEME SONG STARTS PLAMMERING IN YO HOUSE.BUM BUA BUM BUDUM BUM. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRUH.

Are you getting mad?

DAMN You getting mad now! Cuz yo Legal name is Ledenhouser Strogenberg. Nah don't be Smiling now boy You ain't slick Boy! I caught you in the locker room after gym class Frantically wiping yo armpits down With a kleenex While tryna smell good For the girls In the hallway. OI ZOINKS! I GOTTA- I GOTTA HURRY UP. SHUT YO ASS UP YOU LIKE A DIABETIC TOASTER STRUDEL. YOU UGLY AHH AS HELL. YOU GOT THEM BIG ASS HUMPTY DUMPTY PANTS ON BRUH. YOU USE A FRUIT ROLL UP AS A BELT TO HOLD UP YO BUNG DU BUNGLA. Shut yo ugly Ass up You got Mineral deposits In your Belly button. You dumb As hell You thought Google drive Was a brand new Taxi service. Bitch yo Grandma Threw a Rage spell On the kitchen floor And started Smacking you with A weiner schnitzel. Shut yo ass up You a Diabolical Special needs Student. Boy you was In the back of a Short bus Maniacally Planning How you was gonna Take over Your school.HMMMMM YEAHHHHHHHHHH It will be MINE! Shut yo Ass up, Boy I caught you Butt Naked Playing gorilla tag With a mouse in your Kitchen. Yo ass Be sliding around The counters Like a paraplegic Frozone. Gotta Catch 'em ALL! Shut yo ass up With yo "I got a feeling Ooooooooo!" Everytime yo Grandpa Tickles yo Butthole. Shut yo Stupid ass up You thought the One chip challenge Was sticking a Hot cheeto Up your buttcrack. Ok! Here we go Everybody! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Shut yo Dirty ass up Get yo ass on bruh.

It's actually so fucking sad these people still exist in 2024.

Istg misogynists and forced birth extremists and rapists are the most atrociously ugliest love-lacking idiots.

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I rest my fucking case, your honor. Kill every single one of these people before I do it myself.

#feminism #warringwarrioridiot #misogynistic people are dumb asf #kill all rapists #end rape #thank you #i rest my case

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endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus · 7 months

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[headcannons] Getting high with Papa & the ghouls [NSFW]

GIF by venus-2273

Warnings - MDNI 18+, explicit language, mentions of smoke/weed and sexual commentary/actions.

The title speaks for itself

if you would like me to write about the ghouletttes, please let me know <3

Huge, huge, huge thank you to my bestie @sink-me-in-your-ocean

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ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝕀𝕍

Claims to know what he is doing

In his office, he taps on the wooden desk and you do as instructed, sitting with your legs on either side of his thighs while he is slouched in his throne

Opens the top drawer and pulls out a match book and a pre-rolled joint

He licks his lips before propping the joint between his lips, he raises a brow to you - not realizing you mimicked his action of swiping your own tongue over your lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your face flushing in a hue of deep ruby red.

Not only did his rise to power and wicked dance moves make you weak in the knees, this was taking that to another level.

He shakes his head, a devilish grin appearing and he continues with nimble fingers. Papa rips a single match from its home and strikes it against the red strip on the back of the package.

It instantly ignites, he cups his hand around it to keep the flame from going out, and brings it up to the end of the joint. He takes a few small puffs, making sure it's evenly burning before he takes a bigger hit.

In a slow exhale, the smoke escapes, hugging the features of his face before disappearing in the air. He offers it to you and you excitingly accept, taking it between your thumb and pointer finger. In a swift inhale, you indulge, watching the end of it burn red and ash forming immediately following.

Courteously, you blow the smoke away, and he takes it back, your fingers grazing during the exchange. He winks before bringing it to his lips and taking another drawn out inhale. Mid hit, he begins to violently cough, smoke spewing out during his attack. You quickly take the joint and place it in the ashtray before tending to him.

You grab a bottle of water that was sitting on the desk and tell him to drink up. He tries his best, hunched over, his hands grasping the sides of your thighs, attempting to hold himself. Your hand flies to rub his back, and he catches his breath. He rests his head on your thigh, still recovering and you move your hand to pet his hair.

Silly rat man…

𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

Always has a pre-rolled joint tucked behind his ear

He is more than happy to share his stash with the other Brothers and Sisters of sin

Practically begs for you to join him

Has a tray, all the ingredients laid out to create the perfect blunt for you two to enjoy

The both of you are sitting criss crossed on the floor, the tray separating you two

He hums as he begins the ancient ritual

His slender fingers pick up a piece of paper and hold it in the palm of his hand as he sprinkles the ground buds in a line. Once he was happy at the amount of flour, he picked up one side of the paper and began to tuck it in. You were captivated by how flawless his execution was, more invested on how delicately his fingers moved.

Slowly rolling and making sure the ends were packed in tight, he brought it to his mouth and you held your breath. With a smooth swipe of his velvet tongue, he seductively licked the edge. Your eyes locked as he did and a cool shiver possessed your being, making you shudder.

He casually chuckled at your reaction, “Is it cold in here?” his eyes grazed over your figure and landed on your braless, perked breasts, your hardened nipples poking out of your thin shirt.

“Here, this should warm you right up” with a suggestive wink and his voice laced in adoration of your display, he held the spliff out for you. You rolled your eyes at the benign comment, ignoring the fact that he was clearly turned on by your mind-of-their-own breasts and snatched the joint from him.

Your chest rose, puffing out as you took in a vast inhale, and you knew he was drooling at the sight. You blew the smoke out right in his face and as it dissipated he bit through it, flashing his pearly white fangs at you.

A low growl rumbled from his throat and you giggled at his sass. You played innocent, purposefully arching your back to give him a show as you took your hit. He reached out to pluck the blunt from your hand, invading your personal space and extinguishing it out on the tray before tucking it behind his ear.

You were puzzled, a bit nervous, had you upset him? You replayed the last few minutes in your head, too distracted within the confines of your mind momentarily. There was no warning as he lunged forward and tackled you to the hard floor, his hands holding the back of your head to protect from the impact.

He peppered your face in kisses before he feverishly seized his lips onto yours, his entangled fingers in your hair gently tugging on the strands, eliciting a moan from you and granting him access for his tongue to wrestle yours in a fiery passion.

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

The real professional when it comes to weed

He has a display case dedicated to his collection of bongs and pipes

Very shy when inviting you into his room

You both are sitting on the edge of his bed

He nervously chuckled when he realized he was anxiously ripping a few bowls before you came by. He removed the bowl piece from the bong and dumped out the dust in a small trash can by his nightstand, apologizing for the haze that clung onto the walls in his room.

He crumbled up a piece of bud in his long fingers as he re-packed the bowl for you, a slight shake in his hand. You admired his room, very neat and organized, very fitting to his personality.

“W-would you like to light it, or me?” His hands were so big, he was able to balance the bong in one palm and the white lighter which looked so tiny in his other. You smiled and politely asked for him to ignite the lighter for you.

You picked up the crystal clear bong with both hands, being as cautious as you can. You positioned your hand to wrap around the neck of it and the other to support the bottom for the time being.

“Ready?” His voice was quiet and timid. You nodded and he set the green ablaze, you sucked in as long as you could, the bubbles vigorously vibrating inside the glass. You swiftly removed the bowl piece, making sure to inhale and clearing out all the smoke before shakily exhaling, a huge cloud emerging from your mouth.

You coughed a bit and he had a water bottle on hand, exchanging the items between your hands. You chugged about half of it when the tingling feeling of the high washed over you. Your eyes became so heavy, you ended up leaning against him and he welcomed you with open arms.

He cozily swaddled you in his massive arms and laid back, letting you rest your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. His grip was tight but you didn’t mind, he was an adorable snuggly bear.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

Doesn’t go anywhere without his pen

Likes to wear his mask and let the smoke cascade through its openings

Anytime you see him, he lets you sneakily take a hit

One time he placed it over his crotch and erected it like his cock as a joke

It didn’t stop you from getting on your knees to suck it, keeping your eyes fixated on his

Demon boy died at the sight, “You’re so fucking hot.” he snarled through gritted teeth

You bumped into him in the hallway: he was leaving rehearsals at a pretty late hour which is why you gave him a confused look. He read your mind, replying to the unprompted question, “Technical difficulties,” he groaned.

You sighed, knowing he was most likely irritated and wanting to escape to decompress before he unleashed his fury on innocent folks. He fished out his gray pen from his back pocket, flashing it between his thumb and pointer finger and nodded his head towards the exit outside. Words were not needed as this was his signal for you to join him.

I have a few minutes to spare.

He led the way to his secret spot in the gardens, it was tucked away in the furthest forgotten corner. The hedges, which hadn’t been tended to in ages as they grew uncontrollably tall, were surrounded by piles of crunchy dead leaves covering the overgrown grass. He kicked away the debris to make room for you two to settle down. The dark sky was luminated by the moon and stars of various sizes twinkled brightly.

Your focus was on the shining stars, mentally connecting the dots to form your own constellations. He tapped the tip of the pen on your shoulder to get your attention, it was your turn to take a hit. You cheerfully accepted the device from his lithe digits, your eyes tracing over the protruding tendons and veins running down the back of his hand.

As you brought the pen to your lips to take a drawn out drag, he grasped your chin turning to face him, mere inches away from yours. As you exhaled he latched his lips onto yours, shot-gunning the massive cloud of smoke into his own lungs. His grip was taut and you blinked rapidly with wide doe eyes.

He licked his lips as the smoke exited his nostrils, tasting the strawberry flavored chapstick you sported on a daily basis. Without a second thought he dove back in for seconds, feasting on your bottom lip like his life depended on it.

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞

Indulges quite often in the devils lettuce

Usually likes to have a smoking buddy

Wood worked a janky little box where he stashes all his materials

Phantom was laying on his stomach, fishing under his bed when you entered his bedroom. You tilted your head to the side, curious to what he was doing.

“Ah ha!” he hollered, his head appearing from the curtain of his bed skirt and holding a wooden carved - clearly homemade - box. He shimmed to sit up right, his back leaning on the frame of his bed.

He grinned like a giddy child in a candy shop, delighted you made it and motioned for you to join him. You approached him unsure where to hunker down. Unexpectedly, he yanked your hand and you landed in his lap, your back neatly pressed against his front. He had trapped you in a compact embrace, squeezing tight with his lean arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped and lightly tapped his forearm, flagging him to loosen his grip before you passed out.

You both giggled and you nuzzled into him, wiggling your butt over his crotch, purposefully stirring his cock awake.

“Hey, hey,” he teasfully growled, “settle down girl.” His hot, shaky breath caresses your earlobe, sending a bolt of electricity throughout your body. He placed the box in your lap, his chin propped on your shoulder, overlooking. He flung the top open, gathering all the necessary items before shutting it closed with a thud.

The short hollow cylinder he picked out was colorful and petite, he grabbed your hand, holding your palm out for him to place the vibrant glass.

“You know what this is?” his voice was low and you could feel his throat vibrate as he spoke.

You shook your head no and he continued, “So I’m going to pack this end piece, the bowl, just keep still.”

You were enraptured by his agile fingers maneuvering skillfully as they stuffed the bowl with crumpled pieces of herb. He then took the glass and balanced it on top of his fingertips, “I’m going to light the bowl and you’re going to suck on this.”

Your lips met the cool glass opening, deftly sucking until you couldn’t handle the harsh smoke anymore.

“Good girl, now we don’t want to let it go to waste.” he took over, consuming the rest until the bowl was burnt to a crisp.

Your head lolled back, exposing your neck and he took the invitation to plant open mouth smooches leading up to your ear.

“Why don’t we get more comfortable?”

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

Doesn’t really care for smoking

Usually babysits the other ghouls

Likes to mess with them now and then

You two are sitting on the couch in the Ghouls rec center

Rain was curious when you pulled out a small tin from your bag. You explained that it helped you wind down for bed and he asked to also try.

You popped one into your mouth and chewed on the gummy candy, barely even able to distinguish it had weed in it.

He opened his mouth, pointing for you to feed it to him directly. You rolled your eyes, he’s such a baby, and placed the soft jellied sweet on his tongue.

“Mmm, that's yummy.” He sighed, contentedly licking his lips. You swear he didn’t chew it, instead swallowed it whole. You gawked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob as the gummy traveled down his throat.

“You have any more sweeties?” He tapped your bag excitedly and you chuckled, the ghouls had such sweet tooth's, you should know better by now to bring extra candy for them.

Time flew by as you two sat chatting about everything under the sun. Your high was creeping in, you could tell once your cheeks started to tingle and you had a feeling his was closing in as well.

He had an enormous grin as he stared at you blankly, and you cocked your head to the side, oh no.. here we go.

His lanky fingers reached out to brush the soft features of your face and you didn’t flinch, wanting to see where this would lead.

“You’re… so… pretty.” His voice purred as he slowly spoke each word.

You were stunned by his words and had no idea how to respond to his compliment. Your cheeks immediately flushed and mouth slightly gaped.

He took the opportunity to skim his thumb over your supple lips, continuing to smile as he did. Maintaining eye contact, he let his hand drop to your chest over your heart.

He hummed, closing the gap between each other, the tip of his nose tickling your cheek. He took your hand in his other and rested it above his own heart, holding it in place.

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