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silverlullabies · 2 years

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Touch Starved

Summary: Having the ability to force someone to tell the truth with just a touch by inducing a state of euphoria within the victim person, didn’t seem like a powerful ability to have. The Avengers who have all been victimized put under this influence would beg to differ. Not that you would ever use your powers heedlessly for frivolous things, like winning a bet, of course. Except for the part where you very much have.

Pairings: Minor Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader, and Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: Dirty talk. Brief mentions of death and war. Minor gambling. Crack taken seriously. Terrorizing the Avengers with positive feelings.

A/N: Just a series of drabbles involving the Reader having the power to make people feel good with just one touch at the cost of that person not being able to lie. I already have a second Drabble started for this. This may turn into smut, but who knows.

“So…” you begin, sliding up to Steve’s side and snaking a hand around his waist, inserting yourself suddenly into the circle of men at the edge of the bar in Tony’s penthouse. There’s a smirk on your face and a playful glint in your eye that has all of them stiffening immediately. Warning bells screech in their heads that there’s dangerdangerdanger when your tongue darts out to lick your lips.

“The ladies and I were talking…” you drawl, eyes flitting up as the eight heroes suddenly look incredibly wary at that statement. Bruce, upon hearing your words, carefully and slowly sets his drink on the bar, promptly turns on his heel, and power walks away without a word.

“And you know how we girls like our gossip…” you continue without care as your free hand comes up and tangles your fingers into Bucky’s hair. He whimpers, frozen, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Nope. Nopenopenope,” Tony throws up his hands in front of him like a shield. Tch, as if that’s going to be able to protect him. Who does he think you are? “Whatever machinations you’re planning, I want no part of your conniving wiles you tantalizing and devious vixen.”

You give him a hurt look that’s anything but genuine. “I’m wounded.”

“And this is me. Walking away. For plausible deniability purposes. Try not to break them in my penthouse, ok? Take it to the third floor if you have to.” And then he’s gone, dragging Rhodes with him.

You pout, fingers digging into Steve’s waist. “Y/N, please.” He begs, uselessly.

You grin and it has everyone who’s not Bucky and Steve trapped under your hands, taking a step back. They shoot the rest of the men betrayed looks.

“I am very afraid.” Clint whispers in his defense.

Your grin widens.

He yelps- honest to god yelps- and scrambles away.

“Coward,” Bucky shouts after him.

“It's a tactical retreat man. We’ve all been subjected to her ways so I’m preemptively preserving my dignity this time.” He shouts back and honestly? That’s fair. Any meddling you’ve done in the past has left them all traumatized, embarrassed, or both. You show no mercy to your victims.

“I… am also going to take my leave.” Thor backs away slowly. “I believe I hear my Father calling. Probably needs me for some princely activity. Wish I could stay, but duty calls, you know how it is.”

And then he’s gone too.

You giggle, turning to look at the three remaining men, eyes lighting up in glee as Bucky trembles beneath your fingers when you trace them down his throat, feather light against his skin. It’s mesmerizing watching the goosebumps spring on his flesh, watch as his eyes flutter shut, and his head tips back slightly over your touch giving you better access.

Steve attempts to shift away and then freezes when your hand slips up the edge of his shirt by the barest amount, thumb running across the skin above his waistband. You can feel his abdominal muscles tense beneath your touch as his lips part slightly and his eyes roll into his head.

“Y/N, please.” He begs, panting ever so softly, fingers flexing so hard his knuckles turn white.

“Awww,” you coo at him. “Aren’t you adorable? I just wanna ask a question for the girls. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Bullshit.” Sam says immediately and you smirk lazily at him.

“Why Sam, whatever do you mean? Are you accusing moi of nefarious plots?” You peek up at him with wide eyes, batting your eyelids in the picture perfect example of innocence.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

You laugh, delighted at his honesty. “Fair enough. Very well then, there’s a rumor on the internet that military boys are… wanton by default. The ladies and I were discussing that statistic and simply couldn't see it. After all, we know four decorated officers of the Armed Forces and none of you fit the image of someone who partakes in promiscuous debauchery on a whim.”

“I did.” Bucky answers immediately, moaning under your caress. “Before I was taken I entertained many dames in my bed. It was war and there was always the chance I would die the next day, so any chance there was to fuck someone, I took it, since there might not be a next time.”

“Oh my, Mr. Barnes, how lewd and completely pessimistic of you,” you gasp scandalously, before turning to Steve. “And did America’s golden boy have an amoral side because of the war?”

“Of course.” He murmurs, hips twitching under your touch. “I traveled with a group of actresses across America and even to other countries. What do you think happened? Everyone slept with everyone back then.”

Your lips quirk up like their answers have just given you a gift. “Who would have thought the pure chaste image your PR team pushed was all a lie.”

Both men hum, lost in the bliss. Their eyes roll back, faces flushed red, as their bodies tremble. Their breath comes out in heavy lascivious moans, relishing in the feeling of your gentle touches.

You pull your lips between your teeth as you turn to the final member of the group and purr. “Sammy.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “You don’t have to touch me to get me to tell the truth. I was a horndog when I was in, no doubt about it.”

Your laugh comes out like crystallized honey. “Fair enough. I bet that you would have been. Something about your swagger says that about you.” You say, raking your eyes up and down his body slowly and appreciatively. Somehow you make the simple movement look so sensual, that it has Sam turning hot under his clothes. “Bucky too. I owe Natasha for guessing correctly about Steve though. I really thought he was celibate. Guess his PR team needs a raise.”

Sam levels you with an unimpressed look. “You came over here and used your powers on these poor helpless morons for a bet?”

You nod, not even bothering to deny it. “Of course I did. I take money very seriously. And I didn’t expect these two to answer me honestly otherwise.”

“You are evil.”

Your eyes crinkle at that and he averts his gaze before he can take back that statement. After all, he’s been under the effect of your powers before and knows all too well what ecstasy Steve and Bucky are currently experiencing. Sure, you can force anyone to tell the truth by touching them, but the additional effect of causing undiluted euphoria for the victim could hardly be considered evil. (After all, people who felt good often found it difficult, if not impossible to lie.) And you made sure to take advantage of this power a lot. Not that any one on the team was complaining. (Except when they were all in public and openly admitting to some embarrassing secrets while getting visibly turned on, that is) (Not to mention “keeping the team humble and on their toes” as well as “making their stupid hotheaded asses calm down before they destroy the northern hemisphere” IS the reason Fury gave you when he told you why he was putting you on the team.)

You give a throaty laugh as your hands drop from the two super soldiers who suddenly gasp like they’ve been doused in ice cold water. Their body goes lax like they were puppets who’s strings had suddenly been cut.

“God damn it, Y/N.” Bucky scowls.

You give him a cheeky grin, reaching around Steve to grab Bruce’s discarded drink. “Until next time, gentlemen. It’s been a pleasure. Now where did that other delectable soldier run off to? Ah! There he is.”

The three men watch you walk away, hips swaying slightly, as you find your target across the room and call out to him. There’s no pity from the three as they observe Rhodes and Tony turn at the sound of your voice, only to pale, and immediately start to make a futile attempt at escape.

Steve whistles lowly at the scene. “God, What a woman.”

The other two nod their heads in agreement and then silently promise to never speak of this moment ever again.

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e-m-p-error · 1 year

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[ Closed Starter For @strangeandun-muse-ual || Vox ]

[ Velvette ]

The steady, fast-paced rhythm of her heels against the laminate as she broke the elevator and sped towards Vox's office ensured nobody got in her way or stopped her. When she got to his office, she pressed the key fob eight (thousand!) times and nearly wrenched the door off it's hinges. Slamming it behind her hard, she paused and stared at it for a second, her lips pursing. As if her upset wasn't clear already, she opened it once more and slammed it again for good measure, turning on Vox suddenly.

Stalking over with her hands gesturing and fluttering wildly at her sides, she shook her head vehemently.

"No, nope, nuh-uh, noperinos, no way, noooopers, no-no, naughty, uh-uh, bad-- Uhhhh-noooooooooo!" Walking behind him, she tugged his chair back, rolling him out enough that she could climb on him, "Annnnnd I repeat, N-O, no, nope, nopenopenope, absolutely fucking not," Falling into his lap, she wrenched her phone from her vest pocket and held it up against his screen.

"Eeeeehnooooooooooo. You do not want to do this. Nope, nope, nope, trust me, Tivo, no. Daddy-- Daddy, no, you're gonna thank me. You're... Daddy-- Daddy! You're gonna wanna smash that dislike button and unfollow, like, yesterday, okay? He can't even like..." Her loud, frustrated grunt was comically whiny, and she bounced against his thighs.

Pulling her phone back to show the personnel file of a Sinner named Ian, she tapped his image twice to bring up the face fully. The puffy-cheeked Chinchilla Sinner stared at the camera with his eyes a little bulged out, his arms straight at his sides, and she gagged as she tapped it again.

"He's a fucking Chilla, okay, and he still-- He's-- And he's soooo fuckin'... Ugh!!" Throwing her hands in the air, she fell backward toward his desk, laying out over his keyboard. If he had been doing anything, he was well into not doing anything productive for the rest of the day, now.

"Look, you gotta like, anti-hire him. Don't only fire him, but like... Smear campaign. Full-on Enemy Of The State level bullshit, he needs to suffer. Lots and lots of suffering. Not being hired. I don't care if you hire him to be a speed bump, it's all he's worth but he doesn't deserve to be paid for it. If you need a cute and useful speedbump boy do I know the guy for you. He deserves to be paid for it, too! Hell, I will pay him for you!"

Holding her breath with her cheeks puffed out, now, she waited for a second to let Vox get in a word, but when he didn't say something as immediately as she'd stopped, she opened her mouth again to speak.

#Hollywood Made A Killing Machine She’s Like A Teenage Slaughter Movie Scene A Serial Killer Celebrity (νєℓνєттє)#(Velvette and Vox - Strangeandun-Muse-Ual)#Lay Your Heart Into My Perfect Machine (Velvette ♡ Vox)#Come Home With Me You’re My Temporary Plan B (Velvette ♡ Chaz)#cw violence mention #cw daddy kink

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chikorita-stuff · 4 years

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Mammon: Hey, Pinkie, ya got a second?

Laila: *takes a deep breath, tilts head, and smiles* Yes Mammon?

Mammon: *immediately regrets everything* Nope, nope, nope, NOPENOPENOPE-

(Mammon proceeds to run out of the room.)

Laila: *blinks, confused* ...was that me, or you Belphie?

Belphegor: *oddly alert* Has anyone ever told you that you have an incredibly beautiful smile?

Laila: ...Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. I really need to stop hanging out with Satan... Terrible influence he is...

#obey me! belphegor #obey me! mammon #obey me! belphie #shall we date: obey me!#obey me!#incorrect quotes #obey me! incorrect quotes #obey me! mc #obey me! oc #obey me! mc oc #obey me! satan

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saijspellhart · 5 years

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Okay, Floofy-eared Chat Blanc... Mari is asleep in his bed... he’s wide awake watching her sleep... her smell is just intoxicating to him... and all these fluffy, sweet scenarios keep running through his head... at first he hates it... but the scenarios begin to sound better and better.

Something started Chat Blanc from a very restful sleep. He jerked up, ears swiveling wildly in every direction, wild eyes searching the confines of his studio apartment.

He’d thought that for a fraction of a second he saw something red zipping around his miniature fridge. His pupils narrowed to focus on that area.

Nothing. Just the empty stillness of an abandoned building, and its creaky old pipes.

Outside the city continued to thrive, with its chatter and cars, the usual city din. Somewhere several floors down, rats scurried. He only heard them occasionally because they never dared to get close to his apartment. His scent covering everything on that floor warning them to stay far far away.

He tried shifting to get a better view of his surroundings, but something mumbled a protest and tugged at the bell on his chest. Finally Chat took notice of the weight in his lap, and across much of his chest.

His head cocked down, blown pupils fixating on the woman sound asleep on his bed. In his bed. On him.

Large fluffy ears swiveled forward, suddenly fascinated in her even breathing, and sleepy murmurs. Moments passed spent simply listening to her, and finally Chat’s own breathing calmed. His muscles relaxed bit by bit until he was reclining comfortably against the head board of his bed again.

“Hey,” he prodded, shifting muscles beneath her in an attempt to rouse her. “You shouldn’t be here.” Chat attempted to peel her away, pushing her hand from his bell. “It’s time to go.”

Marinette moaned, and tightened her grip, snuggling deeper against him.

Fuck, she was cute.

Chat’s head thumped back against the headboard, and he expelled a hard sigh.

“You’re not cute,” he argued at the ceiling. “You’re annoying and pesky. A relentless little mouse with a tenacious spirit who won’t stop invading my nest.”

“Mmmm.”

“Don’t ‘mmmm’ me. You’re exhausting.”

She didn’t respond, clearly still asleep despite her murmurings.

Chat took a sharp inhale and the length of his tail lifted off the bed, the nuances of the scents in the air causing it to curl.

He took another breath, lifted his head and sniffed in Marinette’s direction.

A pause.

Suddenly Chat stuffed his nose into her hair, and took a long inhale.

Thoughts scattered, and a thrill of excitement arced down his spine into his tail, causing it to whip and slap the top of the bed.

The sudden whap noise was enough to startle him form the spell, and Chat recoiled away from her hair. He gave a snort to clear the scents from his nose, blinking away his blown pupils in an attempt to compose himself.

“You don’t smell that good,” he insisted to no one, and had to turn his head off to the side.

Despite his declaration he attempted to not breathe through his nose. Then tried to bury his face in a nearby pillow, but her scent had pervaded that as well. Finally he thumped his head against the headboard again.

“See, this is why I don’t want you sitting on my nest. Everything stinks of you now.”

Marinette stretched a bit, and he thought she’d woken up until she snuggled back against him, her thigh settling between his legs. The friction caused him to seize up and dig his claws into the bedding.

Nope. Chat panted through clenched teeth, trying to control his sudden spiking heart rate. No. no. Nope. She shifted in his lap again, and Chat had to suppress a growl. Nopenopenope.

It’s because I just woke up. That’s all this is.

He took another stuttering breath and cursed her smell tainting all the air in the apartment.

Her scent does not turn you on. She’s not cute, you do not want to entwine yourself around her like pocket full of headphone chords.

Chat began kneading the blankets in an attempt to calm himself, and to distract his traitorous hands. His eyes wandered down her backside before he forced himself to stare at the ceiling again.

You do not want to knead her ass. This problem is not because of her. It’s very early morning and you probably need to pee, that’s all this is.

Without permission the memory of when Marinette nearly kissed him resurfaced. It was a memory he’d spent many nights lying wide awake meticulously dissecting. Now it was haunting him with a vengeance, until all he wanted to do was pin Marinette to the bed and ravish her mouth.

Find out what that kiss would actually feel like. Find out what she actually tasted like.

Hear the way she mewled beneath him and against his lips.

And why shouldn’t he? Chat’s ears perked forward. His nose scented the air again, eyes losing focus, and this time his mouth parted like a cat’s when it smelled something it very much liked.

Why can’t I kiss her? What’s stopping me? She clearly likes me. Touching, petting, she could be petting him. Or he could be petting her, his mind mused. His thoughts swam like someone had overturned a bucket of fantasies in his head.

“Chat?” Marinette’s sleepy voice disrupted his thoughts. “Are you alright?”

Chat Blanc snapped his mouth shut immediately, and tried to blink away his blown pupils. “I’m f-fine,” but his voiced came out much rougher than usual.

“You were panting really loud, are you sure?” She still sounded pretty groggy, but there was honest concern there.

“Yes,” he snapped, finally managing to reign in the all the traitorous emotions that had overtaken him before. “I’m just hot. It’s fucking hot in here—get off of me! Go lay on someone else you annoying woman.” Chat dumped her off his lap and lurched up from the mattress. He staggered from the bed and had to stop himself from cupping his crotch.

“Where are you going?”

“To take a shower,” he snapped. “Mind your own business.”

~000~

Still trying to finish up a few of these prompts you guys sent in. This is part of my Floofy-eared Chat Blanc AU. If you like this AU you can check out more of it here.

#miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #marichat #mariblanc #akumatized chat noir #chat blanc #floofy eared chat blanc #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #saijspellhart answers #saijspellhart writes #ask drabbles #ask answers #drabbles #fanfiction #fanfic

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the-world-of-enterra · 4 years

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When they got to the barracks in the Outpost, the green-cloaked Warbred got off of their companion’s back, allowing him to return to his natural form.

“We’re here.” He said once he was back in his natural form, not nearly as big and imposing as his beast form; though still very tall and muscled. Perhaps slightly thicker in build than his companion. Despite that unnatural growl of his voice, he sounded pleasant and friendly. “I’ll let you two use my bed. There’s plenty of room for two little bugs like yourselves, after all.”

Entering his room, it seemed fairly tidy aside from an unmade bed, the blanket halfway onto the floor and a few odds and ends here and there.

“You need to make your bed, you know.” The green-cloaked Warbred said, moving some of the sheets aside to lay the Dreameater down.

“Why? I’m just going to sleep in it and mess it up again.”

“It’s the principle of the matter.”

“Pffh. Whatever.” He waved his hand dismissively, before walking out of the room. He went to the dining hall, and returned with a plate piled with fruit and a piece of bread. Of course, the young moth happily accepted the meal. As she ate, the green cloaked Warbred left, and returned not long later. “The Physician is on her way. She’ll be here in a moment. So.. With you two on the run, how’d you find food?” They asked. They were genuinely curious about these two. “There’s lots of flowers full of nectar, and a few of the trees were fruiting.” Malina replied. “So there was enough food for me. Meyrin doesn’t eat food, but he helped me find food, and found us safe places to rest. I’m glad you two came along, even if you scared the daylights out of him.” She didn’t want to admit they’d frightened her too. But she was a brave little thing. “He was getting sicker… I don’t know how much longer we could have run.” Pattering footsteps at the door revealed a beetle, who climbed up in the bed to inspect the Dreameater. “You do know you aren’t supposed to bring refugees in here.” She said pointedly. “Pah, who cares. The King never comes out this far anyway, and we only get inspected once a year. So why would we listen? They aren’t hurting anything.” The Blue-cloaked Warbred huffed, placing his hands on his hips. The green-cloaked one seemed to raise a brow, but said nothing. They agreed with their companion on that. “Mmmh-hmmmh.. One of these days you’ll get caught.” The physician said. She turned to inspect Meyrin carefully. “I can’t say I’ve ever worked on a Dreameater before. I’ve never even seen one before.” She felt him over, listening to his chest. His heartbeat was slow, his breathing slow, but that could have just been from him being unconscious. She put a thermometer in his mouth under his forked tongue. “You have any idea on what to do with him?” The green-cloaked Warbred asked as the doctor worked. “Well… I have studied some pretty old medical diaries, one of which did have a little bit about them.” She tapped her chin, claws ticking against her chitinous shell. “They eat flames. More specifically, the flames of nightmares, bad emotions, bad energy… basically, they are said to eat up all the bad juju and purify the area. The old book said that they can fall ill if they attempt to consume their own flame. It is like a poison to them, makes them very sick. The best thing for him is to keep him warm, give him a good food source, and hope he can purge it all out of his system. This Outpost should be enough. Everybody has nightmares sometimes, after all, and with all those refugees you big guys keep taking in from the Gladiator Kingdom … Well, there is no shortage of nightmares.” “Is that why he’s been throwing up?” Malina piped up, once the beetle finished speaking. “Very likely, yes.” The Physician said, nodding her head. “His body’s probably trying to get rid of the energy that’s making him so sick. Let him rest, and come get me if anything changes. Strange that he would turn to his own flame, but, if what they said is true, he likely had no other source to turn to.”

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It was a few hours before Meyrin woke up. His hand immediately went over his mouth as his midsection heaved. “Nope.. nopenopenope!!!! NOT on my bed!!” The blue-cloaked Warbred said, hastily shoving a bucket under his chin. Not a moment too soon. Meyrin threw up until there was nothing left to throw up. “There, let it out, bud. I hope that doctor was right.” The Warbred lightly patted his back. “W-where…” Meyrin asked, his voice cracking. It was a pleasant and soft voice, despite being rough and hoarse from his ordeal. “Where am I? Where is Malina?” “I’m right here! The two big bugs helped us!” Malina’s familiar voice came, making him sag in relief. The last thing he remembered was her facing off against a beast large enough to swallow her whole. He’d been terrified for her, and would have tried to defend her if everything hadn’t gone black. “They are a kind of bug called a Warbred Vhessen. They killed the hunters! We don’t have to worry anymore, he said bounty hunters aren’t allowed here!” She sounded quite happy at that.

“They’d be stupid to come here. I mean there’s eight of us stationed in this Outpost. Well, nine if you count our Commander. She’s the one that killed those good for nothing bounty hunters, but she’s not here. I’ll go get her and let her know you’re awake!” The Warbred said, adjusting his cloak a bit. “Well.. in a moment. I don’t want to stress you out too much. You’re pretty sick, after all.” Meyrin felt the biggest flood of relief he had in weeks. He nodded, though immediately regretted that. The movement had him hunching over the bucket again. His claws dug in a bit. The Warbred winced at that. “Oof.. I’ve been there, bud. You get some rest, alright? You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need.” (Meyrin and Malina are now open for asks, and the two Warbred that helped them are accepting asks as well!)

#Hollow Knight #The Shadow of Doubt #Story Snippet #Meyrin #Malina #Dreameater #Warbred #Vhessen #Vessel #Moth

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nottodaylogic · 5 years

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i’ll be looking at the moon but i’ll be seeing you

Summary: Logan is sad over Oppy. So am I. Everyone is sad over Oppy.

Word count: 706

Pairings: LAMP, could be read as platonic or romantic

A/N: forget Valentine’s Day, THIS is the most important event.

So there was a post by @lovelylogans which @figurative-falsehood commented on saying there should be fics, so Lo and behold!

(get it? because Lo? like Logan? ...I’ll see myself out)

@hghrules @ohbytheangel @becca-becky @tinysidestrashcaptain

This was the saddest day of Logan’s life.

He ordinarily wouldn’t indulge himself in the luxury of dramatics, but this was a special occasion.

After, all, it wasn’t dramatic if the reason was sufficient enough for the reaction to be justified.

Which is why he had been huddled on the couch all day, wearing all his NASA gear and a Curiosity t-shirt, three empty boxes of tissues surrounding him and one more almost gone, eating an entire tub of Crofters ice cream.

The first one to find him was Roman, who seemed incredulous to see him wearing something other than a tie.

Fool.

If he was paying attention, Roman would see that Logan’s tie was underneath his shirt.

What was he, an animal?

Roman took one look at Logan—the tear tracks under his eyes, his glasses atop his head so as not to make them dirtier than usual, the half-empty ice cream tub—and said, “Hey, did you hear we lost contact with the Opportunity rover on Mars?”

Like he didn’t even notice.

Which he likely didn’t.

“Oh, really?” He tried to make it sound sarcastic. It was supposed to be sarcastic. It was mostly nasally from his sinuses being messed up from all the tears and, ugh, snot.

“Yeah,” Roman said, observant as always. “It’s really sad, isn’t it?”

He sniffed. “Her name is Oppy.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Oh. You already knew?” He sounded properly dismayed now, although not for the correct reasons.

“Obviously,” Logan scoffed. Roman examined him, properly this time, and seemed to realize how emotional over this he was.

Roman swiped the empty tissue boxes off the couch (“gross, Lo! And you say I’m the messiest roommate!”) and sat down beside him. He gave Logan an one-armed shoulder hug as he talked.

“She lasted for 15 years, Lo. That’s so much longer than the original 90 days they thought she’d last! She did a great job, and discovered so many cool things!”

“The coolest,” Logan muttered.

“So you know what? I’m actually not going to make fun of you for crying over a robot.”

“Wow.”

“I know, I know, I’m the best.”

“Not what I meant.” Logan threw a tissue—unused—at Roman’s head. The overly dramatic man yelled and fell off the couch.

“GROSS!”

“It was unused,” Logan said as calmly as he could. “Besides, I was here when you cried over WALL-E.”

“That’s different—”

“All five times.”

“It’s WALL-E, you—”

“And when we had to get a new Roomba because our first one broke.”

“Mr. Zoom Zoom fell down the stairs, it was a tragic demise!”

“What’s going on here?”

The last question was asked by a very confused Virgil, who’d just walked in to likely eat shredded cheese right out of the bag. He took one glance at the sad scene and immediately froze.

“Nope. Nope, nope, nopenopenope.” Virgil shook his head firmly. “I’m going to get Patton, like, now. I cannot help with crying humans. Be right back, don’t stop crying, or do, that sounds wrong, bye.”

Virgil ran out of the room as fast as he possibly could, returning quickly with the fluffiest man they knew. Patton looked exceedingly confused for a total of three seconds before he seemed to realize what was going on, and his face grew impossibly sad.

“Oh, Lo. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head. “Can I hug you?”

Logan nodded sadly. Patton sat down next to him and gave him a huge hug. “It’s fine, Lolo. It’s sad! She did a stellar—”

“Why.”

“—job, and because of her, we have the Opportunity—”

“I implore you to stop.”

“—to do so many awesome things! She might be Mars away from us now, but we’ll be seeing her again Sun, I’m sure.” Patton squeezed him.

“Why are you doing this. On today of all days.”

Roman made his way back onto the couch and hugged the both of them. “Because we love you, Lord Business.”

Virgil climbed his way into the middle of the group hug (“how dare you leave me out of this”), making everyone fall off the couch in one big clump. There was shouting and shuffling, and no one was denying the day’s bittersweet taste, but they could spend it together, at least.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #lamp #platonic lamp #opportunity #sabine writes #Sabine Creates

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wonson · 6 years

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this is really weird but asmr has always made me sort of uncomfortable and i only ever listened to a few videos so I never really thought about why

but i just tried this uh, this soap-shaving one??? and??? it IMMEDIATELY and VISCERALLY registered wrong with me

in like the same way that sexual things do, like this very urgent and powerful “ooOOHH NO NOPE NOPENOPENOPE ABORT ABORT”

so i guess whatever i don’t like about asmr videos is the same thing that fuels my sex repulsion???

brains are so weird

#personal #asmr #asexuality #ace #sex repulsion

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fooltwasi · 3 years

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home lab with icee: stove time

FYI: I was the only one doing this at home at the time, and my teacher immediately told the othe online students not to do this level.

me, seeing the beakers bubble dangerous: NOPENOPENOPE

my teacher: NOPE

me, on the verge of an anxiety attack: nOpE nOpE

me, after they have calmed down and I have been told not to do that: still on the edge of anxiety attack

#science class #online school #science #school

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rollinggirlrunahika · 6 years

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"......." She had no words. She just immediately turned around. And left-- That's it. "Nope, nopenopenope-- nononono--"

#/Just Peepin' Around/ Dash Commentary #/Exploding Toasters/ Crack #yeah she's just gonna leave #yup #she doesn't #need this in her life

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kalosian-writer · 7 years

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Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired living rope, which is intent on binding you.

((Mobile))Nope. NopenopeNOPE-Thankfully, of all of her Pokémon, Nox is immediately on top of it, ready with a Flamethrower to protect his trainer.Jules, meanwhile...Jules is gonna go find a place to hide, just in case.

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bornconfused444 · 7 years

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Name? Emily. Nickname? Em. Age? 22. Date. today? January 9, 2017. For those in relationships. How long have you been with your boyfriend/girlfriend? - How did the two of you meet? -

Where did you meet? -. What was the date? - What were you wearing? - What was he/she wearing? - What were your first impressions of each other? - Were you friends first? - What is your opinion on being friends first? - Do you prefer immediate dating? - Are you in love? - How much do you love each other? - How much does he mean to you? - How do you spend your time together? - Do you live together? - Was it a long distance relationship? - What was the first present you received from them? - What was the first present you gave him/her? - Did you ever write each other love letters? - What do you love about him? -

What do they love about you? - What do you find most attractive about them physically? - What is his name? - How old is he? - Are they older or younger than you? - What does he look like? - Can you insert a picture? - Or maybe one of you two together? - Would you say you make a good couple? - Do your starsigns attract? - What do you share in common? - What don’t you share in common? - Where was your first kiss together? - Can you see the two of you getting married? -

What kind of dress would you like to wear? -

Where, ideally, would you marry? -

Where would you like to have your honeymoon? -

Well there goes half the survey I couldn’t answer. XD For those who are not virgins! Do you feel uncomfortable discussing your sex life at all? Nope. But I guess it really depends on who I was talking about it with. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, how comfortable are you? I need you to elaborate this question. So. Where did you first have sex with your current partner? I’m not with anyone right now. Do you mind telling me who it was with? - What was it like? - When was it? - Did you love the person? - Now, how sexually active are you? Not at all right now because I’ve got no one to have sex with lmao. How often do you have sex? If I’m with someone then a few times a week usually. Do you have a higher than average sex drive? Nope I don’t have much of a sex drive at all.

Who usually initiates sex, you or your partner? Not with anyone right now. Do you usually begin with foreplay? Yea. Or maybe oral sex? Sometimes. Where is your favourite place to have sex? Bed because it’s comfortable. Where else have you had sex? Floor, couch. Would you or have you ever indulge in public sex? No thanks. Threesomes? No. Orgies? No. Sex with a member of the same gender? Maybe it depends on who it was with. Swinging? No. Bondage? Maybe/ Anal sex? Nopenopenope. Where is the oddest place you have had sex? Nowhere weird. The most comfortable? Bedroom. The most uncomfortable? Couch. Best sex you have ever had? I don’t know. Who was it with? - Do you prefer oral to actual sex? Meh depends on the situation. Do you give your partner blowjobs? When I have one yes. Hand jobs? When I have one yea. How much do you enjoy it? Meh it’s alright. Do you love to receive oral sex? Yea. What are your main turn ons? Neck kissing/ biting. Turn offs? Being too rough. Are you naughty/kinky/dirty in bed? Sometimes. Old fashioned? I don’t know what you mean by this. What are your favourite positions? Missionary or doggy. Least favourite? Standing up. What protection do you use? The pill.

#surveys #survey #bored #questions #q&a

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