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ruh--roh-raggy · 4 months

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Heart of Wires (Sundrop/Moondrop x DCA!OC Piper)

Hello hello! Welcome to something new and different from me!!! This is my first time writing Sundrop, this is also my first time making an OC! It is with my greatest pleasure that I introduce you to Piper Belle Healy! This whole fic is going to be slow burn, super tooth rottingly sweet fluff. I'm just enamored by these big Bois, I wanna hold their hands and kiss them on the cheek. SO THATS WHAT IM GUNNA DO!! I hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

WARNINGS: None

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Word Count: 3,985

Part 2

“Good morning!” The chipper blond welcomed her with a gapped tooth smile as she sang her greeting. “Piper, right?” The red head nodded in confirmation. “Perfect. I'm Meredith, everyone calls me Merry, I'm gonna be the one showing you around the Pizzaplex!” She motions for Piper to follow her, pushing through the turnstiles with ease before walking into the main lobby. “I’ll give you a more thorough run down after your shift, they never listen when I tell them to have you come tour the place beforehand.” She sighs, stepping onto an escalator and casually leaning up against the railing. “You’re going to be in the daycare, so you’ll be working with Sundrop. It should be pretty easy; arts and crafts, making sure the kids don't hurt themselves, nap time, nothing too crazy. Sun can walk you through it, anything you need, just ask him.”

“Some interesting nicknames around here.” She remarks with a lopsided smile. “Merry and Sun.”

“Oh, Sundrop is his real name!” She responds with a laugh. “I take it you haven't gotten to meet any of the animatronics yet?” Merry gives her an excited glance.

“No, I've seen the posters and stuff, pictures of them in the office when I went in for my interview, things like that, but I haven't, uh, met them?” She says giving the taller blond a look of confusion. ‘Why would I have to introduce myself to a robot?’ She thinks, quickly shaking the thought as she rushes to keep up. She approached a set of large, wooden double doors, the gold handles glistening in the low lighting. She holds the door open for her with a smile, motioning for Piper to walk in ahead of her. Piper fidgets with the sleeves of her sweater, looking around the room to see shoe cubbies and hangers for coats and bags about halfway up the wall. The faded paint was covered in drawings of kids standing next to who you were assuming to be the daycare animatronics. Both of them are tall and slender, one with a sun shaped head, the other a moon. The sun wore yellow and red striped pants that billowed loosely down his legs, you noticed most of the kids had drawn what must have been bells on his wrists and ankles. The moon was dressed similarly, only his pants had white stars against a dark blue background, a matching sleep cap sitting atop his head. She smiled, breathing out a soft laugh as she ran her finger over the waxy artwork.

“We could take the stairs, but the slide’s faster.” Piper jumps as Merry suddenly starts talking. She chuckles seeing the shorter woman’s expression, pointing to a tube that must have led down to the daycare.

“Slide it is.” Piper giggles in response. Merry grabs onto the railing above the slide, jumping slightly before flinging herself down the plastic tunnel. Piper hears the clatter of plastic below before Merry calls for her to come down. She excitedly hops into the slide, unable to stop herself from smiling as she rushes downwards. She yelps slightly as the slide abruptly ends and she’s flung into the waiting ball pit below.

“Sunny! I’ve got a new friend for you to meet!” Merry cups her hands around her mouth as she calls out in the massive playroom.

“A new friend? Oh, how exciting!” Piper hears a voice call from above. Her eyes widen as she sees a large clown with a sun shaped head spin out onto a platform overlooking the daycare. In one swift motion he dove from the platform and into the ballpit, mere feet in front of her. Piper scrambled to find solid ground, hoisting herself up onto the rubber mat covered floor, her foot slipping on one of the yellow pool noodle covered edges. Two sets of articulate robotic fingers wrap around the foam in front of her before the robot hoists himself up to his full height, she scrambles backwards, screaming as she bumps into Merry.

“It’s alright! Piper, this is who you’re working with!” She drops down to her side, shaking her slightly in an attempt to break her out of her panic. She froze, her chest heaving as she watched the golden points whirl around his face.

“You said he was an animatronic!” She exclaims, motioning rapidly to the human-esque figure in front of her.

“He is!” She exclaims. “The technology for him is very advanced, it’s something the owners have been perfecting their entire lives.” She explains with a smile. She looks between the animatronic and the nearly shaking girl in front of her. “Sundrop, this is Piper, she’s the new daycare attendant.” He stands there for a moment. His unreadable expression makes her heart race.

“New daycare attendant, hm?” He suddenly speaks, his voice was so expressive, if she wasn't so terrified of his monstrously tall stature Piper would've been amazed. He slinks closer to her, kneeling down to bring his face directly in front of hers. “I’ll warn you now, the daycare isn’t a place for amateurs.” She furrowed her brows at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m wonderful with children.” She sits up, he jolts back as she suddenly gets close to him. “I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t make assumptions about me considering you just met me a few seconds ago.” He seemed a bit taken aback at her sudden change in demeanor. Just a moment ago she looked so timid and scared, but now she looked like she was ready to bite his head off.

“I’ll let your work speak for you then.” He stands, grabbing her gently by the wrist and hoisting her up with him.

“Sun, play nice, she’s the best resume that’s applied for the daycare in a long time. Who knows, maybe you might even like her.” She smiles and winks at him. She turns to Piper, “I’ll swing back by here at lunchtime, I’ll help you find your way to the cafeteria.” She offers happily. “And don’t let him make you nervous, he’s a drama queen anyways.” She teases, making Piper giggle.

“I wonder why? It’s not like my programming was originally meant for the theater or anything.” He responds sarcastically.

“Show her around the daycare, give her a run down of the schedule, don’t kill each other.” She counts out the tasks on her fingers. “Think both of you can handle that?” They both nod. She gives both of them a wave over her shoulder as she heads off to get ready for her shift.

“So, we start off with free play.” He motions for her to follow him as he prattles on about the schedule for the day. He shows her where all the craft supplies are, where to find the adult-only tools like sharp scissors and permanent markers. He explained that during naptime is when she would meet Moondrop, “let him handle putting the kids down, he doesn’t like it when someone interrupts his system.” He explains. “Other than that, if you’ve worked with kids before, you should know what you’re doing already.” He sighs, obviously expecting her to fail from the start.

“I think I can handle it, don’t worry.” She squeaks with mock confidence, trying to find some way to change the animatronics tune towards her. “Sundrop?” He turns to her. “I’m really looking forward to working with you, I’m sure I can learn a lot.” She noticed how the whirrs and pings of his internal mechanisms grew slightly louder at her compliment. His eyes flicker over her face for a moment.

“Thank you, Piper.”

Piper watches as child after child comes down the slide into the Superstar Daycare. “Friends, if I could interrupt your playtime for just one moment, I have an important announcement to make!” She was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the screams and laughter of the children died down, Sun easily able to catch their attention. “Some of you might have noticed there's a new face around the Daycare today. I would like to introduce all of you to Miss Piper.” There was a chorus of small hello's and hi’s from the group. She jump as Sun suddenly claps his hands together, telling them all they could go back to playing. He strides up to her, her eyes trailing up his long thin frame as he stretches farther above her than anyone she had ever met. She guessed that Sun stood somewhere around 7 feet tall, compared to her short stature he looked nothing short of a gigantic. “Go grab the markers from the supply closet, I'll take care of pulling out the tables and chairs.”

“You know it wouldn’t kill you to say please.” Piper huffs before turning on her heels and hurrying off to get set up for drawing time. Sun can’t help but watch her retreat. Out of all of his time in the Pizzaplex he had never met anyone like her, staff member or otherwise. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, that was apparent from the small little quips she had spit out at him. Granted, he knew he had a tendency to be a bit harsh towards new hires, but that was only because almost everyone they sent him was incompetent. It's not that Sundrop was mean, he was just a perfectionist. The Daycare Attendants he has worked with in the past didn't care about the kids like he did, they didn't have the same passion for the glitter covered stick figures they would be presented with. But there was something different about Piper. Sun saw how you immediately stopped when one of the kids ran up to you, stooping down to scoop the small boy up in her arms to head in the direction he was pointing in. A ball had gotten stuck in one of the rungs on the play place, too high for any of the kids to reach safely. He watched as she maneuvered herself carefully up the brightly colored structure, wiggling the ball loose before climbing back down. She hands the ball over to the boy, giving him a high five and praising him for asking for help. She smiles as the boy runs off to play with his friends. Her eyes meet Sun’s, causing her to freeze. She lets out a sigh of relief, smiling softly as he offers her a subtle thumbs up. Sun walks away, going to set up the tables for the next activity.

“What do we have here?” A voice purrs in Sun’s head.

“There's a new Daycare Attendant.” Sun mutters quietly out loud.

The voice groans, “another one? They keep sending us these stupid humans-”

“I thought the same thing. But she seems… different.” He explains, sliding the tables across the floor.

“So that's what woke me up.” He lets out a raspy chuckle. “I guess I’ll have to see what she’s like in a couple hours.” The warmth in the back of Sun's head dissipates as his counterpart returns to sleep.

“Sundrop?” He's snapped from his thoughts by her melodic voice. He turns to find Piper standing there with multiple bins of art supplies stacked in her arms. “I have all the crayons, markers, glitter, stickers, glue sticks, and stamps.” He smiles as he listens to her list off everything he would have grabbed. “I'm having some trouble finding the paper.” She admits bashfully.

“Here, let me take these.” The cold tips of his metal fingers brush against hers as he takes the stack of containers from her. He spreads them out across the tables before turning back to her. “Let’s go look for that paper.” She was a bit shocked by his response, she was waiting for him to start yelling at her. He didn't seem too keen on working with someone new, her not being able to complete such a simple task should've set him off. She follows him into the supply closet, he lets out a soft hum as he scans over the shelves. “Here we go.” He pulls out a pack of paper and hands it to her. It appeared to be at the back of one of the very top shelves, a place she couldn't have reached if she tried. “I'll make sure to get all the paper moved down to where you can get it.” He states simply before walking back out into the daycare, leaving Piper to watch him duck out of the closet in a state of confusion. He had seemed to completely change from the animatronic she had met earlier this morning, and she couldn't figure out just what exactly had spurred the sudden shift. She got everything set up for drawing time; separating the stack of paper into smaller piles to make it easier for all the kids to share, opening all the containers and removing a couple markers that had been left uncapped and had dried out. You heard the excited screams and talking of the kids as they ran over to draw. Sun had a child in either arm, a third clung to his leg as he moved in your direction.

“Miss Piper?” Her attention was caught by a girl with strawberry blond pigtails as she tugged on her sleeve.

“Hi honey, what’s your name?” She asks cheerily, kneeling down to be closer to the girl's eye level.

“Haley.” She responds with a huge smile, her two front teeth missing.

“It’s nice to meet you Haley, what’s up?” She looks bashfully over at Sundrop before her eyes immediately dart back to Piper.

“Do you think you could help me draw a picture for Mr. Sun?” She holds out the orange crayon she had clutched in her fist. “I want to make something for him but he’s really hard to draw.”

“Of course I can.” Piper smiles brightly at her, letting out a soft chuckle at her excited expression. Haley grabs Piper by the hand, tugging her back to where she was sitting, telling all of her friends that Piper would help them make pictures for Mr. Sun. She couldn't help but smile as her time was filled with giving high fives to all the excited kids as they showed off their drawings to her, drawing a quick Sundrop head for the kids to color, and being asked a million questions about her bright colored jewelry and fun outfit. Little did she know, the whole time Sun was keeping a close eye on her, absolutely delighted by what he saw.

“How’s everyone doing over here?”

“Sunny!”

“Mr. Sun!”

“Sundrop!” Piper looks over her shoulder to see the large animatronic had made his way over to where she was working.

“Is it okay if I sit here Miss Piper?” He asks with a smile, motioning to the chair next to her. He noticed how some of the kids must have placed stickers on her cheeks, her freckles laced with sparkly stars and neon smiley faces.

“Sure, Sundrop.” She smiles sweetly at him. He crouches into the comically small chair, his knees pressed to his chest.

“Miss Piper’s been helping us draw you Mr. Sun.” Haley exclaims, giggling when the animatronic gives her an amazed expression.

“Really? You all wanted to draw me?” They all clamored over to him, wanting to show off their pictures, most of them drawings of Sundrop holding hands with that child, ‘best friends’ scrawled across the bottom in messy script. “These are so wonderful!” He leans in closer to the group, they all copy his motions with wide eyes, waiting eagerly to see what he would say to them. “How about next you guys draw some pictures of Miss Piper?” They all silently agree before hurriedly turning back to their papers and crayons. He leans back in his chair. “I'll have to admit Piper, you're doing an amazing job.” She found heat settling behind her cheeks at the compliment, her eyes darting over to meet his glowing white ones.

“Thank you, Sundrop.” She smiles shyly.

“You can call me Sun, less of a mouthful.” He chuckles. “If Moon likes you you'll have passed your trial run.” There was a slight teasing tone in his voice.

“Well, lets hope for the best then.” She smiles at him.

She was grateful for nap time once it rolled around, with so many kids it was hard to find a moment to catch her breath. “Go pick your spot.” She shoos off a small boy into the other room, dimming the lights as they all settle in. She softly shuts the door, tucking herself away in a corner so she wouldn't get in Moon’s way. She wondered why she hadn't seen any sign of the animatronic all day. Her eyes immediately drifted to Sun as he stepped in the room, as he shut the door you watch his face spin around, all of the points surrounding his head getting tucked away as a sleep cap appeared. She blinked, the gold and red stripes on his pants suddenly turning to stars.

“You must be this new Daycare Attendant I heard about.” His voice was much raspier than Sun’s, he turned to face Piper, a noticeable difference in his face from the animatronic that had just stepped in the room in front of her. The moon on his face was much more prominent, the other side of his face being blacked out save for his glowing white eye. She was amazed at the complexities of their system, not to mention the immediate difference she noticed in their personalities, if she hadn’t just seen the change in front of her she wouldn't have believed this was the same animatronic. “You just sit back here, I’ll make this quick… and try to stay awake.” He chuckles before slinking off into the dark room. She heard the soft gasps and calls for Moon that he gently shushed, patting each child's head that greeted him as he made his way to the center of the room. The soft sounds of a music box beginning to chime filled the room, a tapestry of stars slowly rotated around the ceiling. Almost like magic Piper noticed the kids near her fall asleep one by one, every one of them in the room asleep by the time his song ended. She found herself yawning, pushing her round, wire framed glasses onto the top of her head as she wiped her eyes. She stretched, her spine letting out a soft pop as she pulled her arms over her head. Her eyes fluttered open, her hand immediately clapping over her mouth to suppress the scream that had welled up in her throat. Moondrop’s face was mere inches away from her own, he studied her closely, slowly crawling around her with almost spider like movements.

“I'm assuming you must be Moon?” She whispers nervously, his gaze didn't feel as judgemental as when she first met Sun, but he still made her nervous nonetheless. He offers her a small nod in response. “I’m Piper.”

“Sun seems very impressed with you Miss Piper.” He coos softly. “I do have to say you're definitely a lot prettier than the usual Daycare Attendants they send us.” He chuckles at her flustered expression. He runs a finger over one of the star stickers on her cheek. “The kids seem to like you too, that’s good.” He carefully maneuvers around her, propping himself up against the wall at her side. “How are you enjoying your first day?”

“It’s been good, definitely not what I was expecting.” She giggles, Moon felt a strange pang in his chest at the sight of her smile. She looks out over the group of sleeping children. “You know, that?” She makes a vague motion to the room. “Very impressive.”

“I have a bit of a talent.” He chuckles in response.

“Do you only come out for nap time?” He was a bit surprised by the genuine curiosity in her tone.

“I can only come out when the lights are off.” He explains. “Nap time, sleepovers, Sun and I switch off after hours.” She sat and quietly chatted with Moon for the rest of nap time, Piper found herself a bit sad to see him go.

“It was wonderful getting to know you.” She smiles softly at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Piper.” The lights gradually grew brighter as nap time came to an end. The sleepy yawns of kids and soft giggles of them talking amongst themselves filled the room.

“Well, good morning!” Sun greets the kids cheerfully as they head back out into the main play area. She timidly makes her way up to his side, feeling a bit awkward standing next to the tall robot. “I take it everything went well with Moon?” She could tell by the softness his expression held that he already knew the answer to that.

“I hope so.” She smiles at him. “I don't want either of you to think I'm an amateur.” She mocks his assumption from the morning with a wink, making him chuckle.

“You definitely proved you're not an amateur Piper.” His hand gently comes to rest on the top of her head. Piper feels a blush spread across her cheeks as he pats the spot between her messy, copper space buns. “I'm sure they're all hungry, let's get them set up for snack time.”

“He hasn't been giving you a rough time, has he?” Merry asks as she hands you a tray.

“No, I've actually been having a lot of fun working with him.” She admits with a small shrug and a bashful smile.

“What about Moondrop?” She follows up.

“He was also wonderful.” You reassure her.

“I'm impressed.” She mumbles as she starts to grab things to eat. “The last three people they hired had already been run off by now.” She chuckles. “I guess they did end up liking you after all.”

“I can't get over how much personality they have.” Piper smiles excitedly.

“I mean, they might as well be people with how complex of a machine they are. They're fully articulate, their AI lets them experience emotion, they're pretty much just like us without the internal organs.” They both pay for their lunches and sit down. “So, now that you've spent a couple hours with them, do you think you’re going to keep the job?” She seemed almost nervous as she asked her.

“Oh, absolutely!” Piper beams. She hurries through her lunch, exchanging goodbye’s with Merry before she heads back to the daycare. So she wouldn't cause a disruption she decided to take the stairs down to the main play area.

“Welcome back.” Sun smiles at her as she approaches. The rest of the day flew by as Piper got dragged off by a small group of kids to go play. She couldn't help but laugh as she caught sight of a girl wearing pastel pink fairy wings riding around on Sundrop’s shoulders, pretending like she was flying. Slowly your group became smaller and smaller as parents arrived to pick up their children, before you knew it you and Sun were alone, cleaning up the disaster left behind. “I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot this morning.” He suddenly apologizes, nervously tapping the curled golden toe of his shoe on the floor.

“It’s okay, from what Merry told me they threw in some real pieces of work before me.” She giggles in response. “We can always try again tomorrow.” He pauses, straightening up to look at her.

“Piper?” She hums softly, her blue eyes landing on him. Sun felt the words catch in his throat for a second. He takes a few steps closer to her, retrieving a yellow sun sticker from the booklet he kept in his pocket. He presses it to the apple of her cheek, her soft warm skin squishing under his finger as she smiles at his action. “Welcome to the team.”

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yourftmfriend · 1 year

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Glad you getting back into writing and remember to take care of yourself. But this idea popped into my head which was imagine ftm sub Steven grant who came back from Mr knight business with his suit still on. Reader then gets the idea to fuck him with his batons till he physically can't cum no more.-🥭

Thank youu <3 and goddamn the asks that you send😍😍

Also this is more aftercare than sex. I was in a soft mood today so I just prolonged the aftercare part. Aftercare is important❤️

Also x2 I didn’t check for any spelling mistakes so sorry in advance if there is any in this one.

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You were laying on your boyfriends bed, waiting for him to come home. You had already cooked dinner and didn’t have anything else to do except waiting for him. He was already late and you were starting to worry about him. Just as you picked up your phone from the floor to clear off your mind, you heard a click from the front door. You got out of your bed to welcome him into the house with a loving hug and a kiss like you always did. He was taking off his shoes when you reached the door but something was different. “Oh..” you said realizing he didn’t take his suit off this time. As soon as his shoes were off he went for his usual hug and kiss from you. “Welcome home baby!” you said with a wider smile than usual. The ideas were starting to crawl their way into your brain. He let out a pleased moan into your neck, which only made the things worse for you. “You left your suit on?” you asked. “Mhm I thought you’d like it… Did you?” he answered with another question. “Oh yea I loved it..” you answered with a darker tone to your voice as you gripped his hips tightly. “I bet you’re so tired.. Let me take you to our bed so you can rest~”

“o-OhhH! Ff-uck baby— It’s too mmucchh!” he whined as you rubbed his clit in an unbelievable speed. His thighs were trembling in your hold and he moaned your name. “I-I’m gunna cu-UM!” he yelled as his cum leaked out of him. When he was finished you got up from the bed and opened the first drawer to get a fresh bottle of lube. He was watched you with curious eyes as you walked up to the side table to the couch and grabbed one of his batons before getting on the bed again. You popped open the cap of the lube and put a generous amount on your palm before smearing it all over the top of the baton. His eyes widened as he realized what you were about to do. “D-Darling wait-! It won’t fit! Ple-“ he was cut off as you lined the baton up to his pussy and pushed the tip in. Tears started running down his cheeks when you got it halfway in. You were at least 8 inches in at this point and he was sobbing. You knew you couldn’t get it all in so you decided on an above average length to fuck him with. “Shh shh darling… I know it hurts but it’s gonna feel amazing in a few minutes… Just hang in there for me ‘kay?” he nodded as you started whispering praises in his ear, pushing up the baton more and more in him. When you finally got it all in you waited for him to get used to the length in him. As you were waiting you made sure to kiss his tears away and mutter praises in his neck, making him melt in your arms. When he gave you the cue to move you started slowly pumping it in him. Oh you loved the little gasps and whimpers it got out of him. You slowly got faster and faster making his whimpers and moans louder. Your free hand slowly crawled its way onto one of his pecs. You quickly started to pinch and rub his nipple, making him grind onto the baton. “o-OH FuCKK~! I’m gunna c-cum—“ he whined as his thighs started quivering. You enjoyed seeing him like this. Your kiss on his neck was what drove him over the edge. He came with a loud moan of your name, his hands gripping on the bedsheets as his eyes shut tightly. You helped him ride his high as he continued grinding on the baton. When it was over he waited for you to stop but you didn’t. He was now looking at your eyes with his widened ones. “Oh baby.. Did you think that I was going to be satisfied with just one?” you asked smirking at him.

You gripped his tear stained cheek and kissed it lightly. “One more baby. Only one more… Shhh.. I know you can do it baby” you said with a reassuring smile on your face. He was sobbing now, eyes puffy from crying so much. He was hugging your waist as he laid down, face buried in your chest. He couldn’t even get out coherent words as his brain turned into mush. He screamed out your name as he came on the baton one last time before completely collapsing on your thighs. You waited for him to calm down before pulling the baton out of him slowly and laid it on the nightstand. He looked at you with half lidded eyes as you gently lifted him up. There was only signs of pure adoration in your eyes as you looked at him. You laid Steven down on the bed before getting up to run a bath for both of you. Your plans were interrupted when Steven grabbed onto your arm, catching your attention. “Don’t go..” he whispered to you. You leaned down to kiss him on the lips before saying “I’m gonna be back to get you baby I’ll just run a warm bath. Wait a bit for me ‘kay?” He just nodded lazily at your words as you left the room.

You came back a few minutes later with a glass of cool water and a cookie you made hours ago. You sat him up on the bed before kneeling down and giving him a long sip from the glass. You knew he could drink it himself but you decided to support it from the bottom just to be safe. When he finished half of the glass he pulled away and you put the glass on the floor. You got the cookie and he took a few bites out of it before putting the remaining part down on the plate. You wiped his mouth and picked him up carefully. When your reached the bathtub you first checked the water to make sure it was not too hot nor too cold. You then got out of your remaining clothes anf gently put your lover into the tub before going in behind him. You were lucky your tub was quite big -enough to fit two or maby three people in-. You hugged him from behind and he laid his head on your shoulder. “Thank you..” he muttered. “I should be the one saying that baby.. You were so good for me.” you said hugging him tighter. You sighed. “I’m the luckiest man ever to have you as my boyfriend baby..” you landed a peck on his cheek. His face was a shade of red that you loved on him as he looked away, avoiding your eyes. “I love you darling” you muttered into his neck. “I love you too..” he whispered back to you.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 11 months

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Baby gazing part 2 The weekend

Just fluff mentions of pregnancy, babies brief mention of changing diapers and some good-old nature fooling 18+ just incase . Chris wvans as a father if that's a warning Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

Part 1 here

With our little one on my hip I poke Chris awake with one foot.

He groans

But the minute she giggles his head pops up

"Is that a giggle my little Oh come to daddy:

He holds his hands open then its like he sees her on my hip and freaks instantly so:

"You shouldn't he hold her like that give her to me, come on."

"Chris I-"

"Give her to me and you sit relax."

"Chris I have to chang-"

"I'll change her you sit there relax I'll bring her back to be fed then ill make us breakfast. just relax"

"No buts I got her baby." He kisses me on the forehead

"Ok."

"You ready to get changed all cleaned up baby? yea we gunna dress you cutie hu? ill put you in a cap. shirt." He bounced her as he walked out of the room.

Why argue when he wants to do everything? I could get used to this again. He hasn't been like this since the first few weeks after bringing her home but to be fair we are both sleep deprived and now were gunna be more so because- shit I had to make sure things were ready for Miles. But they won't be here till 2. Though ah no worries its easy just an extra.

Baby we'll tag team.

Chris comes back in with her and while I. Ferdinand her he comes back with a huge breakfast.

Did the fridge break or something.

"No I just wanted to make sure we had enough food here. It's not just you, you have to worry about."

He wrapped his arms around me and then petted her on the head she looked up at him and then smiled as much as she could. Which is unusual as she doesn't like to be disturbed when she is eatting.

So much fruit and sweets my brian is wanting the sweets but the baby- God she'll be too hyper with sugar from the fruit. Maybe some will be ok.

When she was done Chris took her back

Chris wa-

Let me hold her

Chris

Babe no I'm holding my baby

"She's my baby too" I pouted

"You always hold her let me"

"I want to"

"No, please babe," he gave me this sad woe is me look.

"Fine fine but if she has to be changed."

"I'll be all over it."

"Oh you will?" I thought." I've been eating broccoli the past two days and boy is Chris in for a surprise.

She kept reaching for me but Chris said no she tried to crawl but nope daddy dragged her back to his side. He had 2 girls who aren't happy right now. Both of us pouting and fo once I wasn't going to try and make her laugh she has good reason to pout- daddy has to learn.

He insited on putting her down for her nap and me taking a nap- who was I to argue with that. Ill take any nap. Then the glass alarm woke me up leaving me to wonder what he did to our guard-baby now....Then he came running in with her

"Ok it's ok see look mommy is right there" he came standing right next to the bed but wouldn't give me her. I'm wondering where the tissue box is so I can knock him over the with it then she had screamed so loud and high

"Here here here's mommy" he has never handed me the baby so fast in her life. The second I brought her to me she quieted down.

"I hope your happy your made your baby girl cry."

"I wasn't trying to I just-"

"It doesn't matter"

"But I"

"right now she wants her mommy all day she's been wanting her mommy"

"Honey but... look Let's just lets all lay down ok."

"Ok"

Then He slid his hand to support her belly and her and was able to move her enough to that a lot of her weight was on him and not me. I still didn't get it but hey he wants her butt in his face let it

He he was rubbing her butt, which is also his way of checking her diaper, then she shot him a dirty look and shuffled towards me more ans layed her head down on my chest. Her favorite pillow. I couldn't help but laugh.

Not like that I smacked his shoulder

But the rest of this day he was going crazy not letting me get up. I had to sneak to make sure we had stuff for Miles.

"What are you doing"

I jumped hearing Chris voice behind me hold our baby who had reached for me but Chris put her arms down.

"Chris what are you doing? Give me my baby!"

"No you're supposed to be resting-"

"Christopher Robert Evans I swear-"

The door bell rings. Great it's gotta be Jamie and Kyle and Miles.

"This is not finished" I point. pushing past him and walking to the door.

"No honey whose here? you shouldn't be around people its flu season." He comes after me.

"Hey guys"

Miles reached out for me.

"Hi Miles,"

"Someone got an admirier" Jamie said handing him to me

"Who wants a baby biscuit?"

His face lights up. This is going to be an easy weekend.

Nah I just give him cookies. I found it works on dogs and men. Uh that's not what I meant," I chuckled

"Babe no what are you doing?"

he tries to take Miles from me.

"Chris stop what are you doing"

"You shouldn't be holding him"

" What come on."

"Fine gime me her-"

"No."

"Chris we have company "I say through my strained teeth.

"But you still shouldn't be holding him. Think of the baby."

They look at me.

I shrug my shoulders. I

"fine but put her down please."

"Its fine I can handle two. i'll have to get used to it anyway."

Kyle and Jamie give me a look my shoulder goes up and down. I'm completely lost.

"Alright its just the weekend."

"Exactly"

"Ok he is expecting a baby biscuit it is in the pantry ill get it"

"No you sit I don't want you straining"

"Chris"

"Go"

"Ok ok"

Chris puts both of the babies down in the play pen and then to go get then thier cookies.

"Come on you guys sorry about him I wish I had an excuse he's just acting nutty today."

"You guys want coffee" He yells from the kitchen. They both nodd thier heads.

I reply "3 coffees"

"Nice try"

"That man is pushing me right now. I'm allowed the odd coffee while breast feeding and right now I need it or he'll need a new place to live. He driving me nuts Won't let me hold her at all."

"Are you- He's acting like you're pregnant again"

"Oh you have no clue I mean the breakfast me made it was so huge and -oh god."

"You aren't"

"No no I made a joke last night I totally forgot it was about watching miles that we'd have 2 babies in the house I made a joke hed have less than 9 months who knew he'd not realize this morning we have everything ready for miles I swear just-Wait a minute this could work."

They look at me

"I get a weekend off and Chris plays daddy for two babies oh this would really work. You think I can pull this off all weekend?"

"Oh yes," Jamie nods "You have to for women everywhere."

Chris comes back in to give the babies their cookies in the pen and then returns,

"two coffees and a non caffeeinated slightly sweetend ice tea for you."

He sits down and puts one hand on my stomach. Yep he thinks I'm pregnant.....

This is going to be a fun weekend.

Taglist (sorry if I missed you let me know if you want to be added

@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @sparklybarbarianninja @patzammit @coltrainbat @hawkeyes-queen

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foxilayde · 1 year

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ahh, i hope i‘m not too late for the Angst prompts…i never see these posts on time! plus: i‘m not good at making decisions so i go for 3. OR 9. with Pope please!!

You're not too late! Thanks for the prompt!

Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 750

“Gunna be real honest with you, Pope, when you invited me to a soccer game today, I did not picture this…”

The community park soccer field is occupied with confused children in the 4 to 5 age range, all decked out in mini regulation accoutrement, little matching uniforms with numbers, shinguards that serve little purpose for the low impact environment, and the tiniest cleats you’ve ever seen. It’s cute, for sure, but once could hardly call the distracted, clumsy, ball kicking with time outs occurring every 30 seconds, a “sport”.

Pope chuckles and offers you his bag of sunflower seeds. “Well what’d you expect? Lyla is only 5.”

“For some reason I thought she was older? Or maybe I was thinking of your other niece, the one in middle school.”

“Lydia?”

“Yeah! Thought this would be a high school match or something. Don’t get me wrong. This is adorable. Just not what I was picturing.”

“Lydia doesn’t do sports. She does play in her school’s jazz band though.”

“Looks like Lyla isn’t interested in sports either. Isn’t that her? Number 22? Sitting down and picking a dandelion?”

Santiago squints his eyes under his navy blue ball cap, “What? Oh jeez.” Santi sets the bag of seeds down on the bleacher seat and stands up, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouts at the little players. “Lyla! Sweetie! Put down the thing and go for the ball! Kick the ball!”

Lyla turns around and pushes her tangled hair out of her eyes, she stands up and waves at him, dandelion in hand, “Hi uncle Santi!”

The surrounding parents on the bleachers are giving ‘uncle Santi’ annoyed looks and shaking their heads. He shoos her with his hand to go in the direction of the action at the middle of the field. She obeys and runs as fast as her little legs can carry her to join her teammates.

“Sit down! I think you’re going to get us kicked out.” You laugh, grabbing his bag of seeds to clear his space on the bench.

He pulls his jeans at the thighs before sitting back down. He leans forward more now, properly chastising himself for paying more attention to you than to Lyla who he’s supposed to be babysitting.

“You ever think about having your own?”

“My own what?” Santi mumbles distractedly, physically restraining himself from shouting at Lyla that she’s got a clear shot at the goal and to “go for it!”

“Your very own soccer field.”

Santi cocks his head and glances confused at you from the corner of his eye. “What?”

You roll your eyes, “Your own kids, genius.”

Santi shakes his head and spits a sunflower shell on the metal floor of the bleachers. “No way. Not in the cards.”

“It’s not that crazy of a question, Pope. You’re really good with your nieces.”

Santiago nods, accepting the compliment. He tries to be a net positive in their lives. He makes every effort to be involved when he’s asked to be. Truthfully nothing makes him happier than being ‘Uncle Santi’, but that’s all it’s ever going to be. He can’t raise a family. Not with his job, not with his PTSD, not with his bad knees, not with his nightmares that break through to real life and leave him screaming and sweating in the middle of the night. He’s reliable and fun with the kids, he’s appropriately harsh when he needs to be, but he knows he can’t be a full fledged father. He’d never be able to live with the future disappointment any offspring are sure to have in him.

“Don’t give me that look.” You’re not sure what look he’s talking about, he can’t even see your face with his eyes trained on the field. “I’m not having any for the same reasons you aren’t having any.”

“The insane biochemical urge to change identities at the hint of commitment?”

Santiago’s smile reaches his eyes. “Exactly. You know as well as I do, happy endings don’t happen for people like us.”

Before you can retort, Santiago leaps to his feet again and shouts “Go, go, go, go, go! Yes!” Lyla scored a goal. And in the right net, too. You clap and cheer with the rest of the crowd. “That’s my girl!” Santi shouts, wolf whistling to the annoyance of the surrounding parents and guardians.

He might not get a happy ending, especially if he doesn’t think he deserves one. But he’s got a pretty happy middle.

#Santiago Garcia x reader #Oscar Isaac #this was kind of more fluffy than angsty lmao

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lokisasgardianvampirequeen · 2 years

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To Those Who Time Forgot

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Female Reader, Sam Wilson

Words: 1286

Warning(s): Violence, Swearing, Eventual Smut

A/N: All characters are property of Marvel I’m just borrowing them. Please do not use or repost my work elsewhere. Much love and I hope you enjoy!!!! Reblogs are immensely appreciated ❤️

Chapter One

It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. A way to collect more intel on the remaining rogue factions of flag smashers. Sam sat on the outskirts of some shipping containers in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse, while Bucky perched on the roof, looked in through the skylight. "I thought you said this was going a simple, quiet in and out mission Sam!" Bucky whispered in annoyance through the comms. "Well clearly Torres was mistaken ok, shit happens Terminator" Sam scoffed back in disbelief. "Now shut up before you give away your position. I'm sending redwing in to get a closer look now." Bucky rolled his eyes at his team mate. "Yeah, let's ignore the super assassin who has doing this since before you were in pampers birdman, that'll end well." Redwing subtly entered though a broken window and hovered in the air of warehouse as Bucky leaned in further to get a better vantage point. Already annoyed at the crappy intel Bucky steeled himself for an even shittier mission.

A woman is dragged into the centre of the warehouse, chained up with a bag over her head. "Look what we found boss" said one of the thugs matter-of-factly. "Poor thing snooping around here and she barely put up a fight!" Laughter echoed around the room. She estimated approximately 15 people, maybe 20 men inside the warehouse with her. She was sat down in chair while her chains were hooked up to rings on each side of the floor.

"Sam, we have a problem!"

"Yeah, yeah I know I can see that, tin man. What's the plan?"

"What's the plan!? What the fuck do you mean what's the plan. I should go in rescue the woman, I have a vibranium arm, I can take em."

"Yeah and I'm the Cap, I have the sheild. But it's still you and me versus 20 possible super soldiers! We need something better than just rushing in guns ablazing bullshit"

"Well if you have any other ideas now is a great fucking time, Cap!"

The boss strolled across to the woman and sharply ripped the bag off her head. With your vision coming back into focus you quickly glanced around the room, a small sinister smirk playing on your face. "What the fuck are you smiling at you twisted bitch. You have no idea who you fucked with sweetheart" said the boss, while a chorus of softly uttered "Hail Hydra" permiated the warehouse. Another goon crossed the room with a pipe and handed it to the boss.

"I'm gunna wipe that smile off your face, then I'm going to pass you around to all men, and if your lucky we'll only kill you afterward and not keep you around on a leash as our pet" the boss stated. You laughed sardonically and before you knew it the pipe was being shoved roughly into your ribs and then smashed across your face. Well that's about enough of this, you thought yanking the chains free from the floor. You used the chain to snap the bosses neck. Removing them completely as soon as you landed back on your feet. As shocked as the goons were but the deftness of your actions, they one by one began to come at you. After all to them you were just a helpless woman, you had barely put up a fight when taken after all. To your left you noticed a table with throwing knives and other blades. You swiftly made your way over to the table retrieving a serrated hunting knife.

You turned around and were picked up into the air by your neck. You quickly used your momentum to wrap your legs around the thugs neck and with a quick jerk, it snapped. Gracefully you began fighting your way through the berage of angry men. All who under estimated your strength and skill.

Seeing the fight ensue and with no better plan Bucky leaned on the glass of the skylight to get up and make his way into the fray of violence. He was quickly halted as it shattered giving way causing him to fall onto the floor below. Groaning, Sam swore under his breath and broke cover running in the direction of the warehouse.

For a brief moment you lost focus, earning a couple of bullet wounds to the stomach, looking incredulously to the man rising out sea of shards, meeting the gaze of his cerulean eyes. You could already feel the blood seeping from the bullet wounds and could not afford to be further distracted. You jumped and flung yourself across to the gunman sinking your teeth into his neck. With a little bit of blood in you the bullets pushed their way out as your skin knitted back together. You sunk your fangs in further still and proceed to rip the jugular of the gunman's throat throwing him hastily to the ground.

From behind you can hear the man who fell through the roof fighting and yelling "Anytime now Sam." With that a circular projectile made its way around the room hitting some of the remaining men, narrowing missing you in the process. You decided to ignore the further intrusion as you punched, stabbed, bit and kicked your way through more men. It was only when the fighting subsided that the three strangers stopped to look at one another.

You stood and squared up facing the two unknown men, unsure of both them and their intentions. Mentally you prepared for a further fight. Now standing beside one another the one man spoke, he was holding a sheild which you now recognized as the earlier projectile. "Hi I'm Sam, this is Bucky, we we're going to save you but it looks like you didn't need our help, at least not that much" he chuckled. You eyed them warily, annoyed they posed to be yet another obstacle in what you came here to do. When you didn't answer the man spoke again. "How did you end up here and what's your name?" Sam queried.

Movement flickered and you watched as the one named Bucky made his way to the bosses desk. You needed this Intel, this was your mission. Retribution for the things you suffered at the hands of Hydra. Faster then the men could blink, you ran past Bucky and grabbed the computer and papers off the desk. You then launched yourself into the air jumping over both Bucky and Sam to the exit of the warehouse. Both men ran in your direction stopping just short of you.

Finally Bucky spoke " Look we don't want to fight you and we aren't here to hurt you but we can't let you leave with that information" he said nodding at your hands.

"I'm not giving you the choice" you snapped back at him. You look at them both and called on your power. "You will stay here for 20 minutes" you spoke. The men, now baffled, looked at each other, then back at your fleeing form as you left the warehouse. Both of them getting to the exit and neither of them being able to physically make themselves open the door.

"Shit, what just happened. I swear to god if she is one of the big three."

"She's not an android, alien or wizard Sam! She's.... she's..." Bucky stuttered at a loss for words. "She's something else entirely."

"What the fuck does that mean Buck!?"

"I'm not sure. She's not like anything or anyone we've ever come across. I'm not even sure she's alive...."

"WHAT!!!! You don't know, YOU DON'T KNOW!!!" Sam shouted.

"You know what, screw you Wilson. I'M NOT THE EXPERT AUTHORITY ON ALL THINGS FUCKED UP FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!" Bucky spat back pissed off.

<Prologue

Chapter Two>

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes series

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schizoleonkennedy · 1 year

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Cap @captains-price tagged me in a "get to know your mutuals" thing so here we go :3c

Three ships:

I'm with Cap ngl, Soap/Gaz is EVERYTHING. They're the silly goofy pair who pretend they aren't traumatized until they're alone together

I'll always love GLaDOS/Chell tbh.. They're the middle school pairing I'll never grow out of. Enemies to lovers? No. Enemies AND lovers.

And finally, Shepard/Garrus/Tali!! I like the wee space polycule. They're funny lol. Love the though of Garrus and Tali being tech nerds and hyping up their jock girlfriend lol.

First ever ship:

Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable!! Maybe it was projection but I needed that wee Jewish boy to get it lol. It got me hooked on capable women/idiot guy ships lolol

Last song:

Dumb by Nirvana! Been on a real Nirvana kick lately ngl

Last movie:

It was probably Skinamarink?? I absolutely loved it, but I really don't think the movie is for everyone! I'd rate it 9.6/10 regardless tho :]

Currently reading:

I'm mostly in between books rn!! Finished up Flawed Dogs (I recommend it!! NOW!!!) and P.S. Your Cat is Dead (great book as well), but I'm gunna start the Demon Trapper series soon!!

Currently watching:

Been watching PokerFace! I'm a big fan of murder mystery shows and it feels like a modern Columbo so I'm obviously really into it lol. Love shows w Jewish leads who seem incompetent but are actually really smart and capable

Currently consuming:

Sorry to the younger than 18/21 crowd, but I don't work tomorrow so I just slammed a buzzball lmao 👌

Currently craving:

Oh lord am I craving elote... elote and tacos with heavy cilantro please and thank you 🥺

I tag all of my mutuals but mostly @gaytwoface to remind him to do this

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justsomeclintasha · 2 years

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“What is that on your neck?”

“Hm?” He chews the cap of his pen, shuffling a paper on the table in front of him.

“Is that a hickey?”

“Oh.. yeah, that girl from accounting. The blonde one with the glasses.”

“What’s her name?” He shrugs and looks up when he feels her glaring at him. “There wasn’t much time for conversation,” he defends.

“Why don’t you try actually dating people instead of just sleeping with them?”

“I doubt anyone wants that. Women only like me for my body.” She rolls her eyes. He shoots her a cheeky grin. “Besides, who would actually date me? Would you date me?” The question is rhetorical, but something flashes in her eyes, gone before he can tell what it is.

“You never bothered to ask,” she snaps, turning on her heels and slamming the door behind her.

XXXXX

She couldn’t possibly mean- Maybe he had misunderstood- This was Natasha- But what if? He ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. Okay. He’s halfway into his plan. Time to follow through. He picks up his phone.

“Romanoff.” Ouch.

“Hey can you come over? I need you help. Can’t say why over the phone.”

“Do I need to bring a tarp?”

“What? No, no one is dead. Just come over please.” Click. Now he waits.

XXXXX

A soft knock on the door makes him jump, and he forces himself to open it slowly. She peers behind him. His apartment is borderline clean. The glow of candles from the table illuminate the kitchen.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” She stares at him. His stomach drops.

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” she echoes. He motions for her to sit at the table as he takes a pan from the oven. “Is that lasagna?”

“Yeah, I hope you like it.” It feels like an eternity until she takes a bite, and he realizes he’s holding his breath. Her eyes widen.

“This is delicious.” He fidgets with his napkin. If she notices, she doesn’t comment. Conversation finally comes easy between them and he finds himself relaxing, fingers falling still on the table.

“You seriously haven’t seen it? We could rent it and watch it- if you want.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Okay gimme a sec to clean up and I’ll be right there. Make yourself comfortable.” He joins her in the living room, sitting next to her, but not too close. She has one of his blankets wrapped around her lap. Halfway through the movie she’s snuggled against his side. As the end credits roll past, he realizes she’s sleeping, her head resting on his chest. “Thought you weren’t gunna sleep with me,” he mumbles, daring to press a soft kiss to her temple. The corners of her mouth twitch into a smile.

#clintasha #clintasha fanfic #clint barton x natasha romanoff

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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Hey Dear, could you please do 30 with Crosshair or Wolffe and she... and some smut? Thank you ❤

Months without you

Heck yeah, gunna go with Wolffe because I wanna take a break from writing Crosshair. Thanks for the request!

Wolffe x Reader: "How funny! I wanted to take a shower, too. How bout we both take one, to save water, of course."

Warnings: smut, f receiving, f riding m, p in v, praise, slight authority kink, it's wolffe, what do you expect tbh. He does call you girl like twice? But yeah, it do be kind of long. Sorry 🤠

"Senator, someone's here to see you," your handmaiden spoke. Causing you to look up from your desk of paper work and projects. "Who is it?" You asked, and Wolffe peaked his head from behind the door. A small smile creeping onto your face. "Just me," "Just you? No Comet, Sinker, Boost, and Master Plo today?" You asked with a raised brow. Motioning with your hand for him to come in. "Will that be all, m'lady?" The maiden asked, making you nod. "Yes, you're dismissed, thank you."

Wolffe approached your desk with a sigh. Sitting on the bench in the rather roomy office. You stepping over to join once the door was shut behind the maiden. "So, what brings your here?" You asked. Seating yourself beside him. Smiling as his arm snaked around your waist. "Just came to see my favorite Senator." He hummed. Resting his head on yours.

You took his free hand into your lap. Playing with his fingers. "Are you stressed? You seem tense, my love." You asked. Looking up, causing him to pull his head back to look at your face. Bringing his hand up to rest on the side of your face. "I guess I am a little," he gruffed. Leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "But it's fine, it's always better with you."

You and Wolffe had been dating in secret- well as secret as you could keep it with his nosy brothers. For a good seven months now. The two of you met on a mission. He and his men had to help you and your people with an invasion, and he couldn't get enough of you. Nor could you really get enough of him. So anytime he was in the area, or got the okay of leave. He was there knocking at your door. Hoping to at least get one hug in from you.

You brought a hand up to brush through his hair. Resulting in his eyes falling shut, head pushing into your touch slightly while he grunted. You smiled at that. Kissing his cheek while wrapping your other arm around his neck. "I was gunna go shower, you can wait here?" You spoke against his skin while his lips pressed gentle kisses to the crook of your neck. Causing a small hum to leave your throat. By the way he smirked against your skin, in response. You could tell he had other plans. He just got there, he wasn't about to let you go for even a second.

"Really?" He murmured, kissing up the side of your neck. Loose strands of your hair tickling at his nose. You nodded, 'yes.' "How funny, I wanted to take a shower, too." He grumbled. "How about we take a shower together? To save water, of course." He sighed out, nipping the skin under your ear. Then your earlobe. Your hands gripping at his shoulders while gasping.

He nuzzled your cheek with a grin. "Well, if your up for it?" You shuddered at how his voice seemed to lower a few octaves. His hands gripping at your hips. Trying to slip them under your shirt, until he pulled back and realized you were in a dress. Cursing under his breath. It made you giggle. His eyes flashing back to yours. "I'm up for it, if you are." You admitted. Fidgeting with his chest plate as he grinned back to you. "How bout we leave your armor in my room.. need you comfortable, right?" You purred, and he was up in nearly an instant. Hands pulling you up. Causing you to gasp and titter.

The two of you ventured to your room. Wolffe muttering soft nothings in your ear. "I've missed you so much, you know that?" He commented. Hands roaming anywhere he could reach. Urging you to nearly sprint to your bedroom to head for the fresher and start the water. "You want me to mark you up like last time? Leave a little reminder until next time we see each other?" He rumbled, keeping his voice down a bit. Your breath quivering, and you nodded faintly. Wolffe sniggered at that. Kissing your neck, hands fleeing to your waist while he trailed behind you.

You opened the door to your room. Wolffe practically shoving you inside while he scrambled to shut the door and then pin you against it. Lowering into your space while his lips were inches from yours. "You wanna.. tell me where you want my armor?" He asked, looking down to your lips, then back to your eyes. Darting his tongue out to lick his lips. You motioned past him to a chair by the bed. Gulping slightly. "On that chair is fine," "Alright, Cyar'ika." You whimpered a bit at the name. Never in a relationship had your previous partners made you feel the way he does, but he was just so.. Different. So wonderful.

He brought his now ungloved hand up to brush the backs of his fingers against your cheek. Then run his thumb over your bottom lip. "So beautiful," he growled, and you couldn't help but smile. You heart beating quicker with each passing moment. Bringing a hand up to cup the side of his face. Watching as he leant into the touch. "So handsome," you cooed. Running the tips of your fingers gently over his scar. Wolffe shuddering this time. Pulling away from you to head for the chair. Beginning to unlatch his armor on the way over. "Go start the water, you better be undressed by the time I'm in there, too." He ordered, and you hummed. "Yes, Commander." You teased. You knew that got him riled up. Stealing a glance from his lust filled gaze as you disappeared into the fresher.

He didn't waist anytime. Discarding his armor, weapon, and boots where he was told to. Then making his way to you. His safe place. His haven.

He could hear you humming, seeing your figure behind the glass as you stood beneath the water. Seeing your clothes in a hamper, discarding his blacks in the same. "It should be just right, I think?" You spoke. Wolffe climbing in with a small hum. The warm water hitting his sun-kissed skin. Watching as you turned to face him. Your hands reaching to his chest. Eyes scanning over his scars, and some newly achieved ones. "Does the water feel alright?" You asked, softly. Wolffe grunting in response. "Sure does, Cyare." He spoke. Bringing a hand up to wipe some hair from your face.

Your eyes were too focused on a rather big, still healing, wound on his arm. "What happened here?" You asked in a concerned tone. Brows furrowing. Eyes full of worry. Wolffe shook his head. Trying to swat your hand away as you went to study it. "Nothing," he told you. Making you huff out a sigh.

You looked up to him with a frown. "Wolffe, what happened?" You demanded, and he caved in. He knew you were as stubborn as he was, and he wasn't about to waste a shower with you by bickering over a silly cut. "Some shrapnel from an explosion pierced between my armor, I'm fine." You sighed. Hands moving back to trace over his older scars on his chest. Then gliding gently down his stomach. Feeling as his muscles clenched under your touch. Eyes studying his own. "You're so stubborn, you know that? Was it so hard to tell me that?" You teased. Wolffe sighing, rolling his eyes and head. Making you smile and giggle. Leaning in to press soft kisses to his neck. "So predictable too," "Predictable, huh?" He huffed and you snickered. Kissing up his jaw to his lips. "Yeah, you always roll your eyes, I know when you will by now." You poked and he grabbed at your hips with a bruising grip. Making you yelp. His lips moving to mold against yours.

Your hands moved up to wrap around his shoulders. Running through, and tugging at his hair. A low groan escaping his chest. Turning to press your back against the wall. The water hitting his back. His lips pulled from yours. You letting out a slight whine from the loss of affection. Wolffe smirking slightly at this. "I'm sure I could do some unpredictable things, Cyare. Have you squirming, making enough noise for everyone to hear." He growled.

You felt you core heat up. Inhaling sharply at his words. You both wanted each other, so desperately. It'd been months, but just for that. Wolffe was willing to play this out. You weren't sure what to expect now.

His hands moved to run down your sides, making you squirm. His rough fingers grazing over your stomach. Then dipping down to your inner thighs. Avoiding where you wanted attention the most. You nearly screamed at him for it, but you couldn't. Especially when his mouth moved to bite at your shoulder. Making you gasp.

He pulled away with that. Moving to grab a cloth and some soup. Squeezing some of it out onto the cloth. Closing the cap, and setting it aside. Handing you the cloth with a smirk. "Wash yourself, I'll wash your back." He spoke, and you raised your brows. "You aren't gunna wash yourself first, Commander?" You cooed. He sniggered at that. "I will after I'm done with you." He spoke, watching as your hands began to roam your own body. Lathering yourself up with soap. "Should I take my time?" A groan escaped his throat as you rubbed the cloth over your chest. "If you want cold water." He added, and you sighed. Both mentally cursing the fact the water didn't stay warm forever.

Once you finished, he took the cloth from you. Ordering you to turn around. Which you did. You were sure you'd put on a bit more of a show for him though. With the threat of the water cooling, and the fact he could carry this on for literal hours. You didn't feel like waiting all night for him to stop with the charades. Your hands pressing against the wall. Arching your back. Sticking your ass out a bit while your legs slid apart.

You peaked over your shoulder with a small grin. "This how you want me, Commander?" You asked, and you could tell you were playing with fire. His composer faltering. Hands flexing. Then he looked back up to you with a lustful gaze. "Yes," he hushed.

He got to soaping up your back. Groping your ass with his free hand. Small noises leaving your lips here and there that had him going absolutely wild on the inside.

He removed the shower head to spray down your body. Taking his time, again, and you were losing patience.

You leant back, meaning to press your ass against him, but he caught you. Pushing your hips forward again. "No," he grunted, and you pouted a bit. "Wolffe.." you whined and he smirked, putting the shower head back once he was satisfied. Leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder. Snaking an arm around your waist to tease his fingers at your entrance. A finger running over your folds, and it had you yelping. "Wolffe, please," "please what? Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll do it." He directed.

You opened your mouth to say something when his finger ran over your clit. If it weren't for the wall and his grip on your waist you'd be on the floor by now. "Please, I want you," he chuckled. Lips kissing and sucking on your shoulder. "Gunna have to be more specific. " you groaned, frustrated and tired of his games. "Makers sake, I want you to fuck me." You snapped, and he hummed. Smiling against your shoulder. "You didn't ask nicely."

You nearly cried when you lost his hand between your legs. Leaning forward more, but not for long. He spun you around. Pressing your back to the wall. Lips crashing against your once more. Catching you in a hungry kiss. Though it didn't last long. His lips on a mission. Working down your body. Biting, licking, sucking, kissing. Anywhere he could reach that had you panting and writhing.

He sunk lower until he was on his knees. Something that didn't often happen, but when it did you knew you were in for a hell of a trip.

His hands pulled your thighs so they were slung over his shoulders. Giving him perfect access to your cunt. His eyes gazing up threw hooded lids. Breath fanning over your entrance. Hands racing to tangle in his hair. "Who's in charge here?" You groaned at his words, "Wolffe, please." "Ah-Ah, answer me, Who's in charge. Senator." You licked your lips. Chest heaving a bit. "You are, sir." He smirked, "Good girl."

You nearly lost it, especially when he leant forward. Eyes still staring up to watch your features while he pressed a kiss to your clit. One hand keeping your thighs from crushing his head. The other helping tease you.

He pushed a finger in you. Curling it while he pressed his tongue in. Your face contorting, throwing your head back while you furrowed your brows. Releasing a rather pent up moan. "Fuck, Wolffe," he groaned when you tugged at his hair. Shoving another finger inside you. Licking and lapping until you were shaking and babbling.

When you were close, you let out a gasp. Tugging his hair once more. "Wolffe, oh, kriff, Commander, I'm close." He smirked. Giving one last lick, then pulling his finger out. Letting your legs drop back to the ground. Wolffe keeping you up still while you shook and pouted.

"Cyare," he licked off his fingers. And you couldn't tell if the liquid dripping down his chin was you or the water. "I'm going to finish showering, and you are too." He told you. Standing to meet you. Your eyes half lidded. "And your going to dry off and get ready, and meet me in your bed, am I understood?" He spoke. Beginning to rub soap over his own body. Nearly breaking when you saw how hard he was already. "Cyare, am I understood?" He snapped, and you nodded your head. "Yes, you are." He raised a brow. "Sir," "good." He kissed your cheek. Begging to rinse himself off and work some shampoo in his hair.

The shower felt like ages, and all you two needed to really do was wash your hair. But you were still trying to regain composer, and you barely knew how he was keeping sane. Wanting to reach out and touch him, but you knew he could and would keep doing this all night until you broke into a million pieces.

He climbed out, leaving you alone. Though he didn't forget to run a hand over the small of your back before his way out. Keeping your hands to yourself, which only made him smirk. "Wolffe," "hm?" He asked as he dried himself. More of a grumble, really. "You want me to get dressed, too?" You asked. Finishing rinsing the soap from your hair. Then shutting the water. "Just a towel is fine, Cyare. Don't keep me waiting," he pried.

When he left the fresher you climbed out yourself. Drying your hair, and then your body. Trying to fix your still damp locks so you didn't look, too, ridiculous. Letting out a soft huff before sneaking out in your towel.

Wolffe was sat on the bed. Looking up at you, raising a brow. You stood there for a moment, expecting him to tell you to do something, but he just motioned you to come over. Holding his arms out for you. So you did.

You climbed over his lap, straddling his waist. Hands holding at his shoulders while you looked down to him. "I've missed you, so much," you spoke. Running your fingers up the side of his neck, and then to his cheek. Brushing a drop of water off his tanned skin. "Missed you, too, Cyare." He added. Kissing you slowly, then parting. "Now lay down."

You climbed off him. Wolffe pulling the towel off from around out. Allowing you to lay down bare in front of him. Letting his own towel drop down onto the floor. "On my back?" You asked, and he nodded as he climbed in between your legs. Large hands holding your thighs. Running them up and down your skin. "I want to watch you, while I tear you apart." His words made you shudder. Thighs attempting to clench, but they just squeezed around his waist. "Wolffe," you cooed, "I want you, please." He leant down and connected his lips with yours. "There's my nice girl," he praised. Bringing a free hand to cup your chin as he positioned himself. "Wait," you spoke, and he cocked a brow. Growing a bit concerned for a second there. "Can I.." you trailed off. Running your fingers through his damp hair. "Ride you?"

Wolffe nearly collapsed. The two of you had slept together, sure, but never had you offered to ride him. He never asked, either. He didn't want to pressure you, or scare you, or make you in any shape or form uncomfortable. So he was thrilled that you asked. Nodding softly. "Yeah, sure." He spoke, a bit in shock.

You pushed his chest lightly. Shoving him to lay on his back. Straddling his hips again. His hands moving to rest on your thighs while you got yourself positioned. "Beautiful, " he purred. Eyes roaming your body. Whispering more sweet nothings, and feeling you up. While you lowered yourself onto him. "Kriff," he groaned. Your walls clenching, legs trembling a bit. It was something your body never seemed to adjust to. Especially since he was always gone for weeks or even months at a time.

You lowered your upper body, fingers digging into his chest. Face hidden in the crook of his neck while you panted and adjusted. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Wolffes hands roaming and rubbing your back. "You're doing so good, shh, I love you more than maker knows." He muttered sweet nothings. You whispering a small 'I love you, too,' back.

Once you felt accustomed to the feel, you rocked your hips forward. Your mouth falling open a bit, and his hands went back to position at your hips. Pulling your upper body back up to look down at him hands splayed on his chest. "Mm, Kriff," you moaned. Raising yourself, and then falling back onto him.

You continued this motion for a bit, and when Wolffe felt the time was right. He started thrusting his hips up, meeting your hips. Small noises leaving your lips while he fucked up into you. Your fingers clawing at his chest. Small mewls leaving you while he groaned.

You were trying to quicken the speed, legs beginning to tire. Wolffe could tell, the way your thighs trembled under his touch. So he took your hips to help hold you up. Propping his legs up a bit more while he trusted into you. The newer angle making you gasp. Vision blurring, seeing stars. "Wolffe, oh maker, there, oh stars!" You babbled. Wolffe making it his personal mission to hit that spot with each thrust.

It didn't take long before you were nearing the brim, nearly overflowing with pleasure. "I'm, so close," you gasped in between thrusts. Wolffe already knew, by the way you were clenching around him, and the way your eyes were falling shut with pleasure. "Look at me," he demanded. You fighting to keep your eyes open as his hips snapped up into you. Hitting that bundle of nerves again, making your arch your back. Slapping a hand to your mouth to hold back your scream of pleasure. Walls clenching around him, making his orgasm hit shortly after. "Oh, Cyare," "Wolffe-" you both exclaimed at the same time. Him letting a few more sloppy thrusts happen while he shot his seed into you. Allowing you to pull off and then collapse onto his chest once he was done.

You were both panting. Sweaty. "So much for that shower," you exhaled. Kissing his chest. Rubbing slightly over the red marks you left. "Hmm," he grunted, "We'll just have to take another." You let out a weak chuckle. Eyes falling shut. "Separate.." you breathed out while his hand ran through your hair. Drifting off to sleep on his chest while your body attempted to come down from its high. "Maybe."

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simplymurdock · 3 years

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Are you accepting orders? If yes, could you do mine? Please... What would happen if the reader saved Simon Kalivoda before he was killed by the assassin. (Maybe just I think, but I would like a happy ending for him, contrary to what actually happened in the movie)

Late Night Shopping ?

summary: during the showdown at the grocery store the four teenagers distract the four dead killers as deena helps to kill sam.

pairing: simon x fem! reader

warnings: cruising, mentions of overdose, sucide, death/dying/killing. (that’s all i could think of but if i missed anything let me know and i’ll add it <3)

word count: 3,495 (did not expect it to be this long)

authors note: i was always gunna to write something like this but later on after i figured out how to write simon but the sweet @sweetpotato-97 requested this and i haven’t stopped thinking about it. Iii really hope you enjoy it and for anyone wondering i am open for any request anyone has. and hopefully will have a more formula list and rules to help clairfi who and what i’m comfortable with writing. but i really hope you enjoy this !

The grocery was something (y/n) was far too familiar with, rather that being from normal shopping, dropping things off for Simon, or picking him up from his night shift she was familiar with it. She also thought it was a nice fun place, either it being Simon boosting with joy about being employee of the month or helping him out at night after everyone left. And if anyone asked they definitely have never made out in the back by the loading docks.

So it was no surprise when Simon followed (y/n) behind the pharmacy counter and started searching for the right pills they needed. “A few months ago, my brother Timothy had an unfortunate experience in which he ingested too much of a certain substance.” Simon started to explained walking to the front desk where the group stood.

“Hun,” (y/n) shouted, tossing him two boxes that were about to fall from her grips.

“He was dead for two minutes. But… “ He trailed off glancing over at the girl next to him as they both turned back to the counter doing a little drum roll. “We got him back!”

(y/n) pushed all the boxes to her and Kate’s direction. “Kate, you up for a little mix-and-match?” The girl nodded as they started getting to work, (y/n) unboxing whatever pills and helping un cap before helping organize the different pills.

“You need to take these in order.” Simon started to say leaning on (y/n) shoulder to try and keep her calm and concentrated. “Pile one takes the edge off.” She explained pushing the large pink oval and small light blue pills closer together, closer to Sam. “You’re gonna feel like you’re being fucked by a unicorn.” (y/n) gave him a weird look as he just shrugged before Kate called her back to the topic.

“Pile two cools your core temp to were you might feel sick. But this is the most important part that Dee needs to remember cause you’re gunna be out of it. You need to take a five minute interval between the second pile and the third one. Because pile three is gunna K.O. So take that five or shit hits the fan!” She explained staying oddly calm which only freaked Sam out. “Have you eaten anything?”

“Why is any of this--?”

“Cause,” (y/n) cut Dee off as Kate finished off the piles, “She’s about to take a shit load of pills, and phrymist aren’t kidding when they say you should eat before pills. It helps make the pills work faster so Dee start filling her up with milk and bread, but mostly milk.”

“How many do we have?” Kate asked, getting their attention holding white tubes with blue tops. “Tons. Like a thousand.” Simon answered as (y/n) nodded remembering where the boxes full of them were.

“Wait. EpiPens?”

“Epinephrine, also known as adrenaline. This is what brings her back. This is Jesus!” He exclaimed making (y/n) smile widely at his excitement for what might be their last night alive.

Sam marked each of them as her blood, walking up to (y/n) who was putting the pile of pills into different cups keeping them separated but still in order. “It’s your turn,” Sam said, making her turn to the dirty blonde, clearly tired girl. “Mark me up baby,” She remarked after sighing lightly feeling the after effects of adrenaline rush after adrenaline rush.

There was a pause of silences as Sam fought with the question in her head trying to figure out if she should ask it or not. “Do you think this will work?” She asked as she made a large ‘X’ across (y/n) “PROPERTY OF SHADYSIDE HIGH GYM” grey shirt.

(y/n) thought about it for a second knowing this could work, or it could completely fail and they all die. “In theory it sounds questionable, but then again so does dead serial killers trying to fulfill a curse from a witch.” She joked making both the girls smile. “But I think it will, something just feels like this is the end. Rather it means the end for them or us. But it is the end of the curse.”

Sam smiled at her, (y/n)’s words were confusing yet comforting. Smiling at her before grabbing a napkin for her hand as (y/n) went back to the cups. “How much did you drink and how long ago?” She asked getting a confused looking from Sam.

“Uh...half a gallon and about thirty-ish minutes ago, why?”

“I take back what I said. This is definitely working.”

“Hot stuff!” Kate called getting (y/n)’s attention as she had always called her that. “We’re running interference up here!” (y/n) nodded walking up next to the dark haired girl, linking their arms.

“We got back door portal” Simon told Josh before holding his hand out as (y/n) grabbed it both squeezing it tightly before letting their fingers slowly leave one anothers.

“Hey!” Kate called getting both boys' attention before walking up, grabbing Josh’s face and kissing him. Simon looked at his girlfriend who just smiled shrugging as he smiled looking between them as Kate started walking towards the front making (y/n) running up to catch them. She reached Simon, reaching up and kissed his cheek, “I would appreciate it, if you would kiss me right now.” He whispered to her, making her smile widely feeling small goosebumps start to rise as they, “Fine, but you’ll have to survive all this first.”

“(y/n)!”

“On your tail, sweetheart!” (y/n) called running up reaching Kate linking their arms before starting to make their rounds. Both kept to themselves after agreeing to talk about everything when they weren’t being hunted down by dead serial killers. They walked down an aisle as (y/n) held a small hand held shopping baskets as Kate put random things into it. “Late night shopping?” She asked, breaking the silence as Kate gave her a smug smile. “No, it’s for--” She went to inform but was cut off when they both quickly looked behind them as a piece of metal clanged against something startling them.

Both now officially on edge, Kate taking something from the basket before (y/n) set it on the floor. Nodding at each other before going separate ways to check down each aisle. And that’s when it started. The heavy footsteps. Each of them getting closer and heavier, booming with each step making the anxiety in the (y/n) on;y grow more and more. Each boom made her stomach drop, pull and knot. Unsure where it was coming from, looking behind her and in front of her with each step. Trying to keep her back against a wall or big blocky aisle that looked like someone couldn’t jump from above. But a scream broke her from her thoughts.

Running towards it seeing Kate using the hairspray and lighter she had grabbed from the basket at the cheap now horrific skeleton. “Go! Go! Go!” She shouted.

(y/n) crouched down next to Sam, not even batting an eye at the strong puke smell which would normally make her sick. Deena looked over at them confused and still scared, “Let’s go!” (y/n) shouted as she nodded, running down the back wall where they were as (y/n) followed by keeping one of Sam’s arm around her neck as her arm held her waist. Practically dragging the poor barely conscious girl.

“I need to die. I need to die.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re working on that.” (y/n) remarked as Deena grabbed her other side helping (y/n) out making them go faster towards the other side of the store. “We’re gonna figure this out!” She replied as they stopped for a second. (y/n) looking back at Kate seeing she was already running from the killer and seeing Dee didn’t have any of the pills.

“Lobster tank,”

“What?”

“The lobster tank!” Dee repeated as it started clicking in (y/n)’s head. “You have her?” She nodded repeatedly, “Okay go kill Sam I’ll try and keep them away.” She said making sure she had the dirty blonde before letting her go.

Walking to the end of the aisle peeking around the corner to see the skeleton looking around as neither saw any sign of Kate. It looked back towards (y/n) who quickly threw herself back, hiding father in the aisle. Hearing the heavy footsteps coming closer her way as he breathing started to become faster and faster trying to think of what to do. The only thought she had that wasn’t “oh my god I’m about to die” was to run.

So she did so, taking a quick breath peeking around the corner seeing the skeleton looking straight at her. Jumping back and starting to run, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” She shouted running down the store. Quickly meeting with a wall, “Son of a bitch!” She turned right running towards the bakery knowing that if she turned left then she would have led him straight to Sam and Deena. Snaking down aisles and threw herself into the shelves, crawling behind stroller boxes and watching through the tiny slit as the killer walked right past her.

Thinking she had gotten away but jumped back hearing the screams of Kate. Quickly crawling out and running towards her screaming best friend. Hearing the bread cutter on looking up and seeing the skeleton killer slamming Kate’s face into a cake. “No! No!” She kept screaming over and over as she tried fighting him off.

“Think, think think…” (y/n) muttered hearing a large crash coming from a few aisle down. She ran up to the cutter shutting off while grabbing a muffin tin. The killer had his knife drawn back about to stab Kate who was screaming with Kate over her face while the killer held her by her throat. Salming the tin into the killer’s head, hitting it repeatedly as it quickly let Kate go. “Go! Go! Go! Get the fuck out!” She shouted hitting the killer with each word she said.

Kate thought about helping her but only got shouted at to run away. So she did, looking back every second seeing (y/n) fighting the killer off. Running straight into a panicked Simon, “Go! She’s right behind me!”

He turned her around trying to get her to run back she just came from seeing Josh gasping for air as they nodded spriting back down the aisle. Reaching the end of the aisle as Kate started frantically searching for any sign of (y/n) or the killer but seeing no one. “Where..is she?”

“Who?” Josh asked, looking around for any killers.

“(y/n) she saved me from getting diced.”

Neither of them noticing the psycho axe wielding maniac running towards them.Only ecoming aware when a large white smoke filled the air as they heard a loud clink in a row seeing a shadow hitting the axe murder. All trying to fan the smoke from their face seeing (y/n) holding a fire extinguisher panting as the killer’s head was bashed in and slowly started to come back to life.

“Move it before he chops off your head!” She shouted, grabbing Simon’s hand as they started running back down the aisle.

“But Ruby’s this way!” Josh yelled as him and Kate were running behind her and Simon.

“Then break right, I’ve got a plan!” She shouted as the turned right at the end of the aisle. Following the heavy breathing girl to a pile of stuff on top of the table where Sam put her bloody napkins on.

“Okay, clean up.” She started, throwing Kate a washcloth to whip the cake off her face. Turning back to the table grabbing the baby wipes and throwing it to Simon while also tossing Josh a new shirt.

“What?”

“Why?’

“Because we are about to play a very fucked up game of cat and mouse” She stated dropping down to the large bowl of Sam’s watered down blood. “I’m getting Carried so that way they will all be after me. Josh stays with Dee and Sam. While Si and Kate help me keep their interest.”

Simon crouched down next her placing his hands on top of her’s getting her full attention. “Are you sure about this? I mean you can die from this. Like shit can very likely go wrong.”

“Si, I got this just trust me, yeah?” (y/n) said in full confidence making Simon nod, “I trust you completely.” He said making her smile.

“Kate you ready?” She looked up at the dark haired girl who threw the washcloth down and pulled her shirt off changing it with another. “That skull motherfucker tried to shove me throw a bread silcerr I want his fucking head.”

“Josh?” He sighed before nodding, “Good, now back up.” She stated as they did so, watching her pick up the large bowl as she poured it over her head. Gasping at the sudden cold, whipping her eyes and mouth.

Josh had ran back to Dee who was half way drowning Sam. Leaving the three as they heard the footsteps coming their way. The skull and axe murder appeared on the other end of the aisle. Both their speeds picking up as (y/n) started to run off, “Si, stay away from that Ruby bitch!” She yelled snaking through each aisle ending up with the axe murder folloing right behind her as the skeleton followed on the other end of the aisle. Simon and Kate kept their distance, picking up anything they can throw to (y/n) to help ping-pong their attention to her. While also looking for Ruby seeing no sign of her anywhere, but hearing her singing erraly through the entire store.

Ending up getting trapped the axe murder on one end and the skeleton on the other while Ruby pooked herself from behind the flaps that lead into the back freezer. (y/n) panting while starting to panic looking at all of them. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” She cursed trying to find a solution hearing Simon and Kate running her way but knowing they wouldn’t make it.

And so she did the only thing she could, shut her eyes and hope for the best. Hearing the light buzzing of the lights as she peeked one eye open to see they were all gone. As an electrical thud sounded through the building as it looked like nothing was there. Like the killers never even where here. That was of course besides the cuts and bruises they had from the night.

“Josh, Josh! Come help me! Get the pens! Someone get the fucking pens!” Deena shouted repeating for someone to get the EpiPens.

All four of them ran up chucking whatever pens they had. Simon helped bring her down to the floor as Dee sat next to her holding her face. Taking each pen and stabbing it into the wet dead girl’s chest. “Are you even doing it right?” Josh asked worried it wasn’t working after the third one.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” She breathed out clearly panicking. Taking more pens and stabbing her chest and still getting nothing.

(y/n) grabbed Simon’s hand squeezing his hand tightly not taking her eyes off Sam’s body. All watched in horror as Deena went through every pen they had and still getting nothing.

Deena gasped seeing none left, reaching up and holding her face desperately looking for any sign of her being alive. “Sam?”

“Wait, it’s not working cause her blood isn’t flowing.” Kate explained as Dee’s eyes widened before stacking her hands on top of one another and starting CPR. “Come on!” All watched in anticipation as the teen girls body laid flat and still. And for the first time in the night (y/n)’s eyes started to water everything hitting all at once, turning back to Simon who wrapped his arms around her hugging her tightly.

Hearing nothing but the pants of everyone trying to catch their breaths and Dee’s counting as she was still at the CPR. All slowly losing hope until the coughing started. Watching as Sam started coughing and retching up a white foam liquid, and once it all came up she was only coughing up water.

“It’s over,” Dee started to sooth the blonde pulling her head into her lap as everyone let out a sigh of relief seeing her alive and breathing, while trying to catch her breath but breathing nonetheless.

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It was now the next night, they had spent the rest of the night and the following day talking to the police. Having their story be that Simon had asked (y/n) to came help him get something he left at the store. They thought someone was trying to break in so they called their friends to come and get them. The hardest part to explain was why (y/n) was covered in dried blood. She lied to Goode that she had run into the freezer to check the side door when she tripped and spilled animal blood over herself.

And she had just gotten out of her second shower, opening the bathroom door leaving the steamy room, turning the light off as she walked into her room. “Okay,” She said, getting Simon’s attention who was sitting on her bed waiting for her. “I need you to check me over cause I really don’t want to take another shower.”

He smiled at her, pressing his lips together as he just looked at her. “Do you like what you see?” She teased, raising her brow. “You know I always do,” He replied, pulling her onto the bed getting on top of her and placing sloppy messy kisses all over her face. She smiled widely laughing, “Si stop it you’re--” She started to complain int between laughs as sorten kisses would tickle her skin.

“I can’t help it, your lips are just too damn kissable.” He said simply, smiling looking at her before his eyes narrowed as she mocked him doing the same, breaking into a smirk, “What?’

“You still owe me that kiss,”

She tilted her head to acting like she was thinking about something. “I do? Uh, I guess I just don’t -- Oh that kiss?”

“Yeah that kiss. I survived thanks to you, might need an inhaler for a bit but who the fuck cares about that when we beat the shit ou tof some ghost?!” He exclaimed sitting up while still straddling her.

“Yeah, I wasn’t thinking about our overall health with the fumes and what not...I just had to save you.” She said muttering the last part remembering running off after hitting the skeleton killer more than enough and hearing voices and running. Grabbing the fire extinguisher thinking it could help and arriving just as the axe murder was drawing his axe back about to kill Simon. Not worrying about the side effects the fumes from spraying might have. And it ended up giving them a prescription for inhalers.

“Hey,” He said softly, breaking her attention abc to him. “We did it, oaky? Everything is okay, we are all okay, it's over and everything is over.” He reassured her as she smiled sweetly up at him, feeling nothing but love and safeness. Reaching up at him, placing both palms on either side of his face and pulling him into a kiss. A sweet passionate kiss that felt like electricity filled your body. Both ended up smiling during the kiss. Pulling apart and just looking into each other’s eyes. Not noticing or caring about any of the minutes passing.

(y/n) pressed her lips together as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down with her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as they brought each closer, nuzzling her face into his neck. Feeling comfortable and safe, both enjoying one another's presens after the hell night that had just gone through.

#fear street #fear street 1994 x reader #fear street part one: 1994 #fear street 1994 #fear street deena #fear street josh #fear street kate #fear street sam #fear street simon #fear street x reader #horror #simon kalivoda x reader #simon kalivoda #horror x reader #netflix horror #netflix #fear street 1978 #fear street 1666

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queenofallimagines · 3 years

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OKAY but what if kuroo & suga having a s/o who just "oh hwhxhsnxhsjbcjsn" when they compliment her? like she can't respond to compliments at all. dont get me wrong, the s/o loves compliments. but she doesnt know what to say! so shes just "o-oh whwgwjjdwkdwkcsk" then blush really, really hard.

This was so cute🥺🥺

Kuroo:

- lmao you chose the best two people for this

- BC he will tease you mercilessly

- No cap he won’t stop until you hide your face in your hands

- Praises you at all times of the day

- “You look absolutely breathtaking today”

- “You really do make my day 100 times better chibi Chan”

- You’re so flustered and he loves it

- Head pats and kisses

- Big on pda

- Gives you a nekoma hoodie to wear everywhere

- “You look cute in that”

- Unless you seriously tell him to knock it off he won’t lol

- Kenma is praying for you babe

- “Kenma please help meee”

- “,,,,Chile anyway”

- He probably can’t take compliments either tho

- Like of you flash him that sincere smile And tell him something you love about him he will be super flustered

- “I really admire your dedication to volleyball Tetsu.”

- He will trip over his words and try to be smooth but you see his ears turning red and he can’t look at you

Suga:

- This fool knows exactly what he’s doing

- He will wrap an arm around you and whisper sweet words into your ear

- He has a detector of when you feel bad about yourself so he teleports to you to give you that good good validation

- “You look fantastic today sugar. We should go out today so I can show you off.”

- Another fan of PDA

- Forehead kisses

- Holding hands

- Cuddling in public

- “Have you all seen my cute s/o? They are the love of my life”

- He’s super soft and mushy with you

- Daichi is sick LMAOO

- “Can y’all take that somewhere else?”

- “No💕”

- When you get super flustered and red in the face he will laugh at you

- Like not in a mean way but he’s gunna tease you and tell you how cute you are

- If you try to cluster him it probably won’t work

- Uno reverse

- “You look super handsome today suga!”

- “You too!”

- Lmao you won’t win this just wrap it up

#my writing #sugawara imagine #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuro tetsuro #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x poc reader #x black reader

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bastardsunlight · 3 years

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♭ Raiden to Fujin

“Johnny Cage, I have need of your mobile device.”

Johnny nearly jumps out of his skin when Raiden appears behind him with his stern, fatherly voice, demanding his cell phone. The actor’s brain immediately sets out a few escape routes and plans how he is going to delete Those Photos™ without the god of thunder noticing. He turns to face Raiden and the man’s brows are knitted and suddenly, his train of thought is gone and replaced with sharp humor.

Before him, the god towers, seven feet tall and majestic—gorgeous, if you ask Johnny, but for some reason, people rarely do; their loss—with all his usual accouterments, save the leather or leather-like cap he usually wears underneath his hat. His hair, therefore, is spilling free and Johnny can tell it is making the deity nervous.

“What’s up, Raidude?” Johnny has a feeling, but he will let Raiden tell him.

“Fujin—he possesses a cellular phone, does he not?” Raiden’s frown deepens. “He has hidden all of my cowls and I cannot locate him. I believe he may be using concealing magic, or is perhaps in another realm.”

Johnny’s composure bursts and he begins laughing—guffawing, really—at this ridiculous predicament. What would motivate Fujin to do such a thing?

“Oh my god,” Johnny says suddenly, “are you two in a prank war?”

Raiden’s eyes widen a moment before he collects himself. “Certainly not. Please send the message, Johnny Cage. There is little time.”

“The realm isn’t gunna end ‘cause your hair’s out, big guy,” says the actor nonchalantly, but doing as asked anyway. It’s the least he can do, after all, for a guy who can’t touch a piece of electronics as sensitive as a cellphone without frying it.

[SMS] you got him good, Windy City. He’s pissed though. Hang on let me translate.

[SMS] FUJIN YOU HAVE ANGERED THE GOD OF THUNDER. YOU WILL NOT KNOW PEACE UNTIL I HAVE RETRIEVED THAT WHICH IS MINE. PREPARE FOR WAR.

[SMS] I paraphrased a little, but he’ll never know.

SEND A SYMBOL FOR A TEXT

#response #DYING #the storm #faraday cage #thunderdilf #nutpunch #kathexismania

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Cardin, Ruby, how did your first kiss go? Was Cardin the one who initiated it or was it Ruby?

*V8, Episode 10 - Reunion Scene*

Ruby opens the door of Schnee Manor, Weiss and Blake at her side. Yang, Oscar, and Ren are seen standing. Ruby jumps into Yang's arms as they happily hug each other. Ruby began crying tears of joy as she looks at her sister, who smiled back at her.

Yang: ...I missed you too.

Yang hugs Weiss as Ruby goes to greet Oscar and Ren. Yang then spots Blake, standing with her cat ears lowered. Yang holds the side of Blake's face, blushing, before the two touch foreheads. Ren looks around for Nora, but Weiss smiles, and points upstairs. Ren runs in the direction she indicated, heading to his partner's bedside.

Ruby: Wait... where's Cardin?

Oscar moves aside, and shows Cardin on the same hover-stretcher the team borrowed from the Atlesian refugees hiding in the tunnels underneath Mantle, still being pushed by Emerald. Ruby gasps in horror, and pushes everyone aside.

Ruby: (panicking) Cardin?! Cardin?!

Emerald: Salem... hurt him. Badly. He's-

Ruby: (angry, shoving Emerald away) -GET AWAY FROM HIM! Cardin?! Cardin?! Can you hear-?

Cardin: (groaning weakly) -Yes, I can hear you, can you please stop shouting? Ugh, I forgot how loud your voice can be...

Ruby's face explodes in relief, and grips his hand in hers as everyone looks-on. Cardin offers a tiny smile, as he tries to sit-up on the stretcher (with some difficulty). Oscar smiles, and looks over to Emerald, who offers a small shrug- clearly, she didn't know their history .

Cardin: Sorry I didn't 'bite it, Rose. You're gunna have to enjoy this ugly mug for a little-while-longer.

Ruby: (wiping her tears away with her other-hand with a smile) It's... not that ugly...

Cardin: It's not? But Yang said-

Ruby suddenly lunges forward, kissing Cardin clumsily on the lips. Time seems to stop for a moment, as Ruby's free hand 'holds his cheek, as if the universe itself was circling around these two individuals, in this moment. It's simple, sweet, honest and true- a tiny ray of sunshine, to 'cap-off this reunion between the two groups.

Ruby: (smiling) ...I don't care what Yang said...

As Cardin and Ruby share their tender moment, the camera cuts to a bemused Weiss, a shocked Blake, and a horrified Yang.

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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Just A Facade (2/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial @somnibats Summary: Dick is very confused that his brothers seem to all be getting along with you, and worse…wanting to help you. And wait…were you dating his brother?! Warnings: Violence, cursing, violence...more violence Word Count: 2.0k

You woke up in one of Jason’s t-shirts, in his old room, very confused. As you moved to get up the pain racing up your side jogged your memory. “Shit, Jason’s gunna be so pissed at me.”

“You could say that again!” You heard his voice coming from the bathroom.

You slowly made your way to the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. “It’s not like I meant to get shot Jay.”

“Yeah, well, you could have told my idiot brother when it happened.” He stepped towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Or even ME when you got to the cave.”

“I thought I could handle it…why was your brother there in the first place?” The question came out a little more accusatory than you meant. Jason took a step back and threw his hands in the air.

“Because, apparently, you tried to kill him last week.”

“He’s still on that? Ugh, I pulled my punches as much as I could without being glaringly obvious. Next time he shouldn’t be in the way of the actual target.”

“Maybe you should just tell him.”

“Why? He doesn’t need my life story.”

“Y/N/N…”

“Oh you’re one to talk mister come back from the dead and don’t tell anyone.”

“You didn’t even know me before I died!”

“So! I know you didn’t tell your brothers!”

“I know you’re doing this to distract me, and it’s working, but you need to tell him. He won’t trust you, and it will end up getting someone hurt on this case. And if that someone is you –” Jason’s voice trailed off.

It was your turn to throw up your hands in exasperation. Unfortunately, you had forgotten about your recent injuries. “Agh!” You grimaced as your hand went to your side.

“See, that’s a sign that you’re being too stubborn.” Jason smirked before pressing a kiss to your lips and lifting you up. He carried you until you got to the cave, where he gently set you down, allowing you to still use him as a crutch.

“Y/N!” Tim exclaimed at the sight of you, “I’ve found something!” He waited for you and Jason to arrive at his side before he continued. “So, they made a mistake coming after you.”

“How do you know that was related? A lot of people want me dead…”

“Well, I didn’t at first. But then, looking through your pictures…the ones you didn’t originally give us,” Tim shot a judgmental stare your way.

“Oh you would’ve done the same thing.”

“WELL, one of them caught the van…long story short I was able to trace it back here,” Tim points at the screen, “once they left your apartment.”

“Alright, I’ll do some recon then. Come on blue bird.” You gestured to Dick.

“It’s Nightwing – wait you want me to come?”

“Well I know I’m not going to be let out of here alone, so I’d rather just hitch a ride than have one of you bozos follow me.”

“She’s not wrong.” Jason stated plainly as he tossed you a bottle of pills, “Take one before you leave, and please don’t rip my stitches.”

“I’ll try my hardest.”

The two of you sat in silence on the rooftop for nearly an hour. Finally, Dick couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Alright, you gunna try and kill me again, or what?” He finally blurted out, still trying to figure out why you requested him as your back-up.

“What? I never tried to kill you, calm your feathers.”

“Last week!”

“I had to make it look real…I wasn’t alone.”

“Yeah, I noticed that…”

“I know you don’t agree with my life choices Nightwing, but I don’t have much of a choice in the matter.”

“It may not be easy, but you can get out.” Dick made the comment as if it was from personal experience.

“No.” Your voice turned somber, “I can’t. My parents decided to pay for their freedom with mine. If I leave…they’ll just take my sister. There is no out for me.” Your eyes focused on the building below, not daring to face him.

“Sister?” Dick was quickly realizing how little he actually knew about you.

“Heh, yeah. I doubt she even remembers she has one. I got her out, found her a family. She was only four…I haven’t seen her since.”

“Huh, that’s why you actually dropped the act for a minute when you presented this case. I thought you were hiding something.”

“I was. My past.”

“How old were you?”

“Six.”

Silence rang through the night, as the two of you watched the building. Taking photos and notes of all the ins and outs. Finally, the two of you decided it was time to leave. Just as you pulled into the cave, Dick asked one more question…or tried to.

“Are you and Jason…”

“I’m going to let you talk to your brother about that one.” You interrupted his thought before scurrying out the door.

“Well, what did you find?” Tim eagerly awaited for another piece of the puzzle to fall into place.

“Didn’t see any kids, but there were definitely too many guards for a store called ‘Windows, Doors, and More’. Even if it is in Gotham.”

“So we check it out in the tomorrow during the day. By we, I obviously don’t mean you Y/N/N.”

“Yeah yeah Jay, I gathered.” The sarcasm dripped off your response.

“While we’re on that subject…” Now Tim and Damian had turned their attention to you as well. “We think you need a suit. A secret identity. These people found you too easily.”

You chuckled at the mere thought, “Yeah okay. I don’t have any family, there’s no point.” You didn’t notice the sorrow fill Jason’s eyes at your apathetic words.

“Fine, if you won’t do it for me then how about your sister. Just because she doesn’t know about you doesn’t mean others don’t.” Jason’s frustration was apparent.

Before you could comprehend the words, your fist collided with Jason’s jaw. Immediately, you stepped back. Your hands shaking.

“Hit me all you –” Before Jason could finish your hands cupped his face.

“No no no” you whispered more to yourself than him. A tear fell from your eye as your mind finally caught up. “Jay, I’m so sorry.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, then another, and another before enveloping him in a hug. “You’re right. I need to protect her. Protect you.” A faint smile grazed his lips and he pulled you from his chest, keeping his hands resting on your shoulders. The silence seemed to go on forever, until Damian couldn’t take it anymore.

“Finally! Now come see the suit we had designed for you.” It was the first time you had ever heard Damian Wayne excited for something.

You gave Jason a smirk, “You already had it made?”

“For almost a year now.”

“So you guys are together, right?!” You heard Dick’s confused voice bellow in the background. No one answered him.

The next day came and went and a plan was made. Your role was made minimal, and by minimal you meant being forced to sit as the look out on the rooftop across the street. Though you understood, you still couldn’t sit back and watch everything go down. You waited until you heard clear fighting happening in the warehouse when you made your way to the roof. Timing the break-in with a gunshot, you crashed through a second story window and made your way to a locked back room.

The five of you had narrowed the location of the children down to this room. It was the only thing that made sense, and you were determined to get these kids out. The lock was easy to pick, however, you were not expecting someone on the other side. Someone who knew exactly who you were, despite your newfound disguise.

“Oh look who saved me the trouble. I think I owe you another bullet for the number your friend did on my face.”

“Ya’know, he’s right outside…why don’t you just go pay it back now.”

“Somehow I think hurting you will do just that. But don’t worry, he’ll get his turn to.” As you pulled the gun holstered at your side the man delivered a swift jab to your injured side. The gun fell to the floor and you charged at him, dropping to the ground just before making contact and sweeping his legs from under him. He collapsed to the floor and you jumped on top of him, putting as much force as you could against his neck with your arm. As you felt your grip loosening you threw back your head and crashed in into his. You felt him go limp under your weight.

“Where the fuck are the kids.” You mumbled to yourself. You begin searching for a hidden panel or room. As you heard gunshots barrel through the warehouse, you looked down and noticed a locked hatch. Making quick work of the lock, you pulled the hatch open and were met with eight terrified eyes staring up at you.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now.” You reached your hand down, offering it to one of the children. After what seemed like hours, a brave soul took it in theirs. Thankfully, the others quickly followed. You soon realized you couldn’t get them out the same way you came in.

“Shit, alright guys. I need you to cover your ears.” You placed your hands over your ears as a demonstration before you set a small charge at the far wall. “Once this goes off you run through the opening and wait in the alley behind the next building. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I promise.” As the children nodded you set off the detonation, grabbed your gun, and positioned yourself between them and the door. You knew the noise would draw attention.

A man soon rounded the corner, only half the kids were out. You shot directly through his knee cap. He wasn’t alone. Upon hearing the shot, the second assailant somersaulted directly into your feet. You stumbled backwards, forcing the last child out of the opening. Your momentary loss of focus allowed the man to push you into the wall. He held one hand around your neck and the other around your wrist. He continued to slam your wrist into the wall until you were forced to drop the gun. You quickly latched your legs around his waist and jabbed your free arm into his side. His stumbled backwards, loosening his grip as he stumbled to stay upright with the additional weight. You pulled your other wrist from his grasp and launched it at his jaw. You heard a crack as your fist made contact. The hand at your neck flew towards his own jaw. As he was off guard, you fell into him, forcing him to fall backwards onto the ground. Just as you stumbled to get up, Jason raced into the room.

“This was not the plan!”

You smirked, “But it worked. Kids are in the next alley. Be a good birdie and go get them Nightwing.” Dick rolled his eyes but complied. Without a word, Damian and Tim joined him. Jason’s eyes trailed towards your neck, which was already starting to change color. Before he could berate you, you continued, your voice heavy. “They were kids Jay. They deserved a life. They deserved a choice.”

Jason pulled you into his chest, “They did, but now we have no one to question. There’s no way these idiots were the masterminds.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

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New Moon In Capricorn energy...Y'all going through it or what? It's a heavy time, plus we got Pluto in cap too and Mercury square to Uranus 🙃 Damn. It's a good time to do a little introspective, but active self care. Do something to improve your life or the life of those around you. Even if it is small. Avoid gossip because w/ these energies shit is gunna come back to bite you in the a$$. Watch out for folks who just wanna soap box or shove their ideas down your throat but aren't open to any form of dialogue. Be careful how you communicate and if you're struggling to express yourself during this time, well, you are not alone my lovely. Give yourself some grace and patience.

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UM Interview: Jimah, El Cézar & Quantum Flush

Many artists today are constantly evolving in their artistry, whether that be personally or musically, through their image and sound. This Atlanta trio is no different. The trio made up of Jimah, El Cézar, Quantum Flush are bringing a new sound into the music industry, creating music under a genre of music, called "Afroton". A blend of Afrobeats and Reggaeton, which the trio introduced to the world with the release of their debut EP, 'Rice & Stew'.

Amandah Opoku sat down with Jimah, El Cézar, Quantum Flush to talk about their new record ‘Rice & Stew’, embarking on a solo career and more!

Amandah Opoku: Jimah, El Cézar & Quantum Flush, thank you for doing this interview today! Before we kick off please tell our readers about yourself and one random fact people do not know about you? JIMAH: Hey, my name is Jimah, I’m a Cameroonian artist based in Atlanta and it’s my pleasure to do this interview. As far as one random fact goes, I used to go to boarding school in Cameroon when I was younger which was a crazy experience. EL CÉZAR: What’s up! To start off, I was born in Maracaibo, Venezuela. I love to make music, i love to game and i love to eat good food. Me and the guys are gonna have our own food show when God permits. One fact about me that is not so known, is my day hustle when i’m not wearing the cape; i bartend for a living. I go to weddings and serve up to 200 people and no cap i make a good ass margarita. FLUSH: I am a composer and producer of world music based in Atlanta. I’ve been creating my entire life and I’m a believer in God.

Pictured: JIMAH

Amandah Opoku: What inspired you each to create music and pursue it as a career? JIMAH: When I was like 13 in boarding school, I used to write out song lyrics for my friends in class who wanted to know the words to songs. From doing that over and over I figured I should start writing my own lyrics, and that led to me getting into instrumentals and trying to make my own songs. I used to also battle rap some of the kids in older grades and it used to be a little thing we’d do to pass the time between studies. The way the people reacted to me and what I did was a rush. The more I did it I realized I didn’t want to do anything else in life but chase that feeling that making music gives me. EL CÉZAR: What inspired me. My dad is a percussionist and had drums in the house at all times. I remember being 5 years old when i got my first drum set and driving my mom nuts playing the hell out of it. My grandfather was also a singer in a gaita group along with his brother, who played the cuarto, (basically a smaller guitar.) I remember growing up in Venezuela. Every time we had a family gathering, beer and live music was always involved. My grandfather singing his chords out with by grandma, my dad banging his drums, my uncles joining in with claps. It was overall great times. As i grew in the States, I began to fall in love with hip-hop and the culture. Around my junior year of high school, I quit drumline and started messing around with FL studio. The rest is just history, well growth and history. Music is all I know and love. FLUSH: I began this journey in sound my first trip to Africa and got inspired by what was around me. Good things always came out of the arts for me. It always felt good for me to share my sound with people. With music, more opportunities opened up for me and I felt it was the most natural path for me in life.

Amandah Opoku: What artists would you say inspire you both musically and personally? JIMAH: I listen to a wide variety of music, so I’d say Sade, Fela Kuti, Future, Wizkid, Bob Marley, and Kanye West to name a few. There are so many others in Africa like the late DJ Arafat, and the late Manu Dibango, Flavour, and so many others. EL CÉZAR: Definitely, Wiz Khalifa because of his lifestyle. It’s a carefree, luxurious lifestyle. He preaches good energy, hard work, and that you can become a self-made boss on your own. His old music was all I listened to. My second inspiration is Bad Bunny. He writes all his songs, his style is unmatched, and he’s always creating the wave. A big thing for me and the guys is creating the wave and not riding it. FLUSH: I’m really inspired by Bach, Beethoven And Debussy because of the passion and their ability to push music into a new era. They inspire me to play with chords and form when laying out my ideas. Dub Reggae inspires me too. I really love King Tubby and Lee Scratch Perry.

Amandah Opoku: Who are artists that you look up to that you would like to work with or collab with in the future? JIMAH: I feel like Skepta and I would make a smash for sure. Wiz and Burna would be crazy. Rema has been going crazy too. I feel like we’d make something that would really shatter the boundaries of the sound. EL CÉZAR: Right now, I'm really praying and manifesting a feature from Fuego. He’s an innovator, a genre bender just like us. Another artist I really look forward to collaborating with is Rema. The guy is just a vibe wizard. Lastly, Nessly. Nessly is fye. FLUSH: There are so many to name. But, I definitely want to make records with Oumou Sangare, Fatoumata Diawara, Gunna, Young Thug, Alfa Mist, and Yussef Dayes just to name few.

Amandah Opoku: If you could describe your music in three words. What words would you choose and why? JIMAH: I’d say my music is a “Futuristic Eclectic Medley” because we are really taking elements from cultures from all across the globe and implementing them into the music. From instruments to lingo, I just want everyone in the world to be able to relate to the music. EL CÉZAR: Three words: smooth, sensual, and at times enigmatic. I feel like I’m a pretty chill guy so this type of music is what resonates with me. Plus, I’m also a night owl. Listen to my music at night and you’ll feel what i’m talking about. With the guys though, I’m heavily influenced by the energy Flush is trying to emit with the beats. Flush is an unpredictable man, so i have to adapt a lot. I love it though. FLUSH: The words that best describe my sound would be diversity, eclecticism and originality. I’m creating music that transcends cultures and language. I pull inspiration from all aspects of my life and create with the intent to weld different cultures together. I’m born and raised ATL with parents from West Africa. So when I think about creating, certain sounds make sense with others.

Amandah Opoku: You recently released your project, ‘Rice & Stew’. What was the writing and recording process like? JIMAH: Yeah Rice & Stew was a lot of fun to make. Working with El Cezar and Flush was just a flawless process. Flush and Cezar are always coming with some crazy production and once they press play on the beat, it doesn’t take long for the ideas to start flowing. I typically do a mix of freestyling and writing, and we record ourselves. I went to school for engineering and Cezar is a beast with engineering too; so all the recording, mixing, and mastering was done in house, handled mostly by Cezar. EL CÉZAR: Rice & Stew man, the process was great! I’ll never forget those times. I think Jimah and I have a similar process. During Rice & Stew, it was always hard to figure out who would go first on the song unless Flush explicitly said who he felt like should start. We played rock paper scissors sometimes for who would go first, LOL. Once we figured that out, we just vibed on the beat. We spit melodies, and sometimes words will come out so we get an idea of what the song will be about. After that, we either knock out the song in one go and write it then and there, or we’ll vibe on like 3 or 4 more beats and pick the best one to finish. FLUSH: The writing process is actually something similar to a therapy session. Jimah and El Cézar are my friends so we talk about what’s happening in our personal lives. They pretty much narrate my feelings into song form. We have inside jokes the somehow worked it’s way into the music. Everything we do is from the heart I swear.

Amandah Opoku: You are 3 individuals contributing your own visions, sounds and ideas to what ultimately became, ‘Rice & Stew’. How did you integrate your own personal ideas/views into the project? JIMAH: The one thing we realized when we all came together was that we all had very similar life stories but just on different sides of the world. We also realized that our music and cultures were very similar and were almost like cousins. On every record we tend to tell the same story just from our points of view, whether that be in our native language or with lingo that only people from our cultures would understand, we’re like 3 sides to the same coin. EL CÉZAR: Being yourself is really easy when it comes to making music. You do what feels natural. I feel like because we’re from different parts of the world, we’re even more encouraged to hone into our cultures. In 17hrs, I talk about taking my girl to Maracaibo, comiendo cepillao’ por el lago. Maracaibo is known for many things, but a great attraction is the Lake walk, “La vereda del lago,” and we also eat special iceys with condensed milk called “cepillado.” Also, in Maracaibo we have a different dialect then pretty much the rest of Venezuela. We use the “vos” instead of “tu,” which completely changes the language. It feels forced when i try to speak with the “tu”, the “vos” just feels too natural to me. I definitely like to incorporate that in the songs, mainly because it’s what I write naturally, but I sometimes want to make it digestible for those who aren’t too familiar with the “vos” dialect. FLUSH: We respect each other’s vision and also learn along the way. El Cézar definitely taught me a lot about Maracaibo to the point where I feel like I was there. This is what Rice and Stew is about. Creating a hot meal by bringing our own seasoning and mixing it together.

Amandah Opoku: What inspired you to come together and release this project together? JIMAH: We felt like there was an absence of Afro-Reggaeton collaborations, so we decided to really spearhead that movement by labelling the new genre AFROTON. Once we figured out the formula for blending the cultures sonically, we knew that we had to give the people a collection of music from that genre. EL CÉZAR: Me and Jimah met during one of our studio internships and clicked the first day we met. We spoke about Afrobeats and how it’s similar to Reggaeton. We spoke about the similarities the genres shared, the emotion the genres give us and how we resonate with the sound. We cooked up beats at the internship that same day and pretty much planned our first session together. At the time, I wasn’t really behind the mic much. I was just making beats. Our first session, I played Jimah a beat and we recorded “Wahala,” our first track together. I loved the vibe and i felt inspired to write something in Spanish. This was my first Spanish verse ever. When we finished the track we literally went nuts and knew we found something special. We even shot a video to that song, but never dropped it. After weeks of cooking up with Jimah, he finally introduced me to Flush. That day, me and Flush cooked up a beat for a song called “Shayo.” Great song man, humble beginnings. After that, we knew we had to keep cooking up. This was something truly special. After months of cooking and just vibing, getting closer and growing together, we decided that maybe it was time for a project that would showcase this new sound that we’re bringing to the world. We knew that this would bring people together and that’s all we ever wanted. I see these guys as my brothers and this music really fortified that. Now, the ultimate goal is to have the most diverse dance floor anybody has ever danced on. FLUSH: We felt that the world was changing especially now that we have reached a new decade. The sound has to transform and reflect the new age we live in today. We are all experiencing something completely new some of these things being life threatening. It’s only right that the sound changes with the times.

Pictured: EL CÉZAR

Amandah Opoku: What inspired you to name the record ‘Rice & Stew’? JIMAH: Honestly it was a joke at first, but it eventually stuck. Rice & Stew is a staple household meal that most cultures eat in some form or fashion and we felt like people would be interested to hear what rice and stew would sound like sonically. EL CÉZAR: EVERYONE EATS RICE & STEW. Flush named the “La Zorra” beat “Rice Stew” and that’s what truly inspired it. That’s where the name came from. FLUSH: The name came from a crazy beat I made. After making the 4th record on the project, we noticed that rice and stew is a meal people all over the world can resonate with.

Amandah Opoku: If you had to choose one song from ‘Rice & Stew’ to introduce someone to your music, which song would you choose and why? JIMAH: I would probably show them La Zorra. That’s because that record really cuts across all cultural boundaries and has a lot of energy that is just undeniable. EL CÉZAR: I would choose Outta Line as the song to show the first timers. It’s the perfect blend of everything - vibes, emotion, story, theme, the BEAT. This song is my fav from the project. Me and Jimah go back and forth, passing the baton, and telling the story. This man Flush went crazy on the beat as usual. It’s just an overall digestible vibe. Anybody can vibe to that song. FLUSH: I would choose La Zorra. That song is the one that makes me speed down the highway when it comes on. I love the high energy in the drums mixed with the psycho synths and syncopation.

Amandah Opoku: In the future, do you think you’ll create a group name that your projects would be released under or do you think you’ll continue to release music credited as your individual selves? JIMAH: You know this is something we talk about very often and we just didn’t want to force a name that did not resonate with everyone. So, until we get the perfect name, we’ll keep crediting each other. EL CÉZAR: We’ve actually thought about the group name A LOT. If we get a name, we want it to be something that represents all of us. We’re really not tryna force it so as of right now, I think we’re going as individuals. To us, we’re still a group. We’re still the Afroton trio. FLUSH: I feel that we could have a name in the future, but as of now God hasn’t revealed that message to us yet. We are just trying to grown in our sound and through that it’ll manifest itself.

Amandah Opoku: What do you want people to take away from your music? And as an artist, what do you hope to achieve with your music career? JIMAH: The underlying message throughout my music is unity and cultural appreciation. We all have different things to learn from each other and appreciate so I really want to preach that. I want to be recognized as one of the greatest artists of all time for bringing cultures together and I want to really represent for my country Cameroon, and I want to change the lives of people back home with my music. EL CÉZAR: I want people to understand that we’re all brothers and sisters at the end of the day. We want people to treat each other like family and really to share the dance floor together, metaphorically and literally. As an artist, I want to be up there with the greats, just like any other artist. But not because we’re good at what we do, but because we are innovative and we brought something to the table that no one has ever thought to bring - something genuine built from love and passion. FLUSH: I want to inspire people to express themselves. People should be free in thinking and shouldn’t be afraid to take their time in finding themselves. I find out more and more about myself through the sound and share it with my listeners.

Amandah Opoku: What has been your favorite track released this year and why? JIMAH: I released a song at the beginning of this year called “Fake Energy” and that song really set the tone for me this year in terms of my mental state and how I approach people and this music. Whenever I listen to it, it really inspires me to stay on my game. EL CÉZAR: La Zorra had to be my second best because there’s an unmatched emotion that i get when i listen to that. The song is just crazy. From another artist though, it has to be Ginger by Wizkid. The production is impeccable and the mixing is on point. Burna boy did his thing, Wiz did his thing too. The outro of the song where the key signature changes was just perfect. FLUSH: My favorite track released is Right Mind because that is when we all came together for the first time. We created the song at a studio called Danny Vails and since then we’ve been rockin heavy. That was the first time I linked El Cézar.

Amandah Opoku: 2020 has been a very interesting year for all of us. How has the pandemic affected you as a musician? JIMAH: It’s just given me more time to create, and if not for the pandemic, I don’t think we would have been able to really lock in to make Rice & Stew. It was a blessing in disguise. EL CÉZAR: It was truly a blessing to just be able to sit at home and perfect my craft. Every day was productive for me. I was either studying music business, learning new methods to master songs, or making new beats and songs. It was great. It gave me time to really hone into this music. Being able to dedicate my energy into just music felt amazing to me. Rice & Stew would’ve probably came out in 2021, if not for the pandemic. We literally cooked up weekly and pushed out about 30 songs in the span of 3 months. FLUSH: It sucks because we have been performing in clubs and can’t enjoy it like that cause of the masks. We are also on a virtual tour which is cool, but it would have been better if we could get on the road and physically interact with our fans. I pray everything clears up so we can really go crazy.

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Amandah Opoku: With ‘Rice & Stew’ out now, what can fans and music listeners expect from you next year? JIMAH: Expect more futuristic culture blending, culture bending vibes from all 3 of us. EL CÉZAR: Rice & Stew was only the beginning. Expect more collaborative projects from the guys and I. In 2021, I am planning to release my first solo EP to showcase what I can do as an individual. Music from us as a trio is inevitable! Expect greatness in 2021. FLUSH: This project is just the spark to a flame that leads to the dynamite going boom. We have so much music to share and many experiences to give our listeners. We are performing shows and collaborating with people all over the world, It’s just a time to be global.

Amandah Opoku: Jimah, El Cézar & Quantum Flush, thank you for sitting down with me! Before we close this interview is there anything you want to say to your fans and our readers? JIMAH: I appreciate you for interviewing us and to everyone reading keep your head down and chase your goals, don’t worry about what those on the outside have to say, and go stream Rice & Stew out now on all platforms and more vibes on the way! EL CÉZAR: To all of the readers and supporters, thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you for listening to Rice & Stew, and for accepting this sound. We don’t want it to be esoteric, but even if it’s that; I’m happy and thankful for those who resonate with the music. We love y’all and we want to keep growing with y’all. Stay safe and don’t forget to just be yourself. You’ll get further that way. Peace. FLUSH: I want to thank my fans for taking this journey with us into the new world. Thank you for reading and if you haven’t heard the project yet check it out and hop on the UFO. There is plenty of food to go around just take a bite of this Rice and Stew.

Stream ‘Rice & Stew’ here and connect with Jimah, El Cézar, Quantum Flush on the following websites: Jimah: @jimahlegar (Instagram), @Jimahlegar (Twitter) El Cezar: @elcezar_ (Instagram), @elcezar_ (Twitter) Quantum Flush: @quantumflush (Instagram), @quantumflush (Twitter)

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