#yeah i took this before shading the mask whOOPS

[icywolfos]

a doodle of my linksona’s zelda, Dawn

#yeah i took this before shading the mask whOOPS #legend of zelda #sheikah #princess zelda #princess zelda oc #sheikah zelda #dawn #linksona #my art #traditional art #ill make it digital soon #Zelda

[yumeleta]

speechless [ shu yamino x streamer!reader ]

— during an offline collaboration, your favorite sorcerer does something that leaves you quite at a loss for words on stream.

notes 746 words, fluff, reader is gender neutral, smug shu

“onto the next question!” you announce joyfully as you clasp your hands together, eyes locked onto the next tweet.

‘hi y/n, who did you look up to before joining nijisanji en?’

you exchange looks with the sorcerer beside you, who was gesturing you closer to the mic so you didn’t sound distant on the stream. following, you scoot a bit closer along the carpeted floor, holding a pillow for comfort. you took a brief moment to properly think about your answer, letting out a hum when you had the response in mind.

“i guess you could say shu was a big inspiration in my streamer career,” you slowly state with a smile. you could spot in the corner of your vision how shu’s ears immediately tinted pink, and how he hid his face from your vision using his hands. “for the record, i’m not saying this just because you’re here with me. i really, really mean it when i say i look up to you a lot.” your smile only widened when you move his hands away, revealing a blushing scarlet shu yamino in all its glory.

turning back to the monitor in front of you, you start rambling countless sentences about how great the sorcerer was. the chat, obviously agreeing with your reasoning, coos at how adoring you are.

“there’s no room for disagreement here! he’s really good at math, he can sing well, he’s the best at valorant, counter strike, and osu. not to mention he’s really handso-”

the remaining words of your rant die out in your mouth as soon as you felt a pair of lips against your cheek. your eyes widen from the sudden contact, and you couldn’t seem to form any more coherent phrases.

stunned, you instinctively look to your side to find the aforementioned sorcerer, only to lock gazes with him for a split second. shu bashfully looks away, and all of a sudden he stares at the carpet like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

your fingers, albeit quite shakily, reach up to graze your cheek. your face flushes a deep shade of red just as you realize you kept your audience waiting for a while.

you look at the chat, it was clear that they were unaware on what happened, and rather puzzled from your abrupt silence. your camera wasn’t turned on, thankfully for you. you could easily make up an excuse to cover up whatever just took place behind the scenes.

“i- sorry guys,” you start, masking your embarrassment with a laugh. “i accidentally dropped my water bottle, whoops.” you cross your fingers in hopes the viewers actually believe that last minute lie.

“anyways! let us move onto the next question, shall we, shu?”

“that was exhausting,” you comment, finally laying down back first on the floor after two long hours of streaming. shu mirrored your action, lying right beside you.

“sure was.” the sorcerer laughed, letting out a relieved sigh.

after a few seconds, his eyes soon furrowed again in thought. it was clear something was now bothering him. you sit up, expression contorting into one of curiosity. “shu? what’s wrong?”

“about what you said about me… is it true?” “what’s true?” “the one where you said i inspired you. you weren’t lying about that?”

“you think i would lie about that? on stream?” you feigned taking offense to his question, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. he only giggles and replies, “i guess not.”

your face slowly softens into one of fondness, continuing. “but yeah, i’m really telling the truth. you’re a great person.”

a few moments of silence pass between you both. soon, instead of looking like he felt touched by your statement, shu’s v-shaped lips form a sneaky grin as his hand reached for his phone.

“so you also weren’t lying when you said i was handsome?”

eh?

your eyes widen in disbelief. you recalled you did call him handsome before he cut off your rambling. your ears flushed scarlet once more, and you profusely protest, waving your hands around while you try to form several lies. “what-?! no no no, you didn’t hear that! i never said that!” shu laughs, clicking away on his phone before showing you a certain twitter post under your hashtag, a video attached. his smirk grows just as you read the caption, dumfounded.

‘y/n calls shu handsome???’

“you sure you didn’t call me handsome? because your clippers totally caught you in 4k.”

#/ yumeleta works #nijisanji en #nijisanji #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #shu #shu x reader

[foulserpent]

nosleep mods deleted this for apparently not being a horror story. enjoy

My friend Ed is a bit of an outdoorsman. Not one of those hardcore 'two week hike hunting for food and sleeping in the dirt' types, but he does his share of hunting and camping. He and I got into it together when we met in community college and went on a weed-fueled camping trip over spring break, and since then he has far outgrown my own outdoor endeavors.

He's gotten some great stories to tell over the years. Finding a pair of souvenir Vegas dice in the stomach of a rabbit he was cleaning, getting hit by two skunks in a single day, close encounters with pumas and bears, and the far more harrowing and painful encounters with other hikers. But he's never come back with anything all that disturbing. Until his last trip.

Ed had been making an admirable effort of converting his 'spend the fall watching netflix and consuming pumpkin themed beverages' oriented boyfriend, Saúl, to some small game hunting. About a year ago, the two of them had taken a trip down south to do just that.

A few days into their week-long trip, I got a flurry of panicked texts from Saúl. It was all things like, "omg we just saw something so messed up" and "never going to the desert again LMAO there was a naked guy" or something to that effect.

I barely remember. I was bedridden with the worst case of the flu I'd ever experienced, and received these texts through a haze of fever and Nyquil. At that time, my response to those texts was more or less "Wow, hate when that happens :("

Neither of them provided elaboration upon their return, and I was a little too consumed in my own misery to ask for it. It was left at that.

Last week, Ed and I were practicing our usual 7 o'clock ritual of smoking behind the gas station during his break and complaining about the mere existence of customers. His mask was pulled down to his chin and he was fumbling with an entire cigar he'd brought to work, complaining about some customer who was shirtless in the middle of November and clearly blitzed out of his mind.

It was as he was describing the man's public indecency that I remembered the frantic texts I had received last fall.

"Hey, speaking of nudity...What was the story with the naked dude in the desert?" I asked him.

He cringed.

"From last year, on your trip?" I pressed.

"Yeah, I know, I know. God. Did Saúl text you?"

"Yeah, but he didn't give me the details of it."

Ed finished lighting the cigar, and took a long drag.

"Yeah, okay." He said. "I was honestly trying to forget about it but like. I don't know why Saúl was so stuck on the nudity like, that was the least messed up part of it all. It was the craziest thing."

It was the craziest thing is the set of words he would begin every particularly intriguing story with, and I realized I should probably settle in. I made myself comfortable against the dumpster in anticipation.

His story was as follows.

"So, yeah. We were out in the scrub. Technically weren't supposed to be there, we were a little ways off my aunt's land but like, there's no one to bug you about that out there. It was this kinda rocky area, lots of little hills and tall brush. So you couldn't see very far from the ground. And it was pretty well into the afternoon, and we hadn't caught a damn thing, so we were just kinda screwing around at that point. And we were near this bigass arroyo, and-"

He paused.

"Wait, you know what an arroyo is?" He asked me, taking another drag from his cigar.

I shook my head. He nodded solemnly at my midwestern ignorance.

“Okay, yeah. So it's a dry sorta riverbed in the desert. You ever seen a dried up creek? It's like that. They form when the rains come and are completely dry the rest of the year. And a lot of them are pretty small, but this one was like, a miniature canyon. Probably thirty feet across and ten feet deep. And it kind of winds around the hills before getting shallower when the elevation changes or whatever.

“So anyway we’re… yeah we’re there. The arroyo is on the other side of some rocks, and the open desert is in front of us. And we were sat down in the shade, having some beef jerky and stuff."

He paused again. He seemed to be lost in thought, eyes squinting and looking somewhere distant.

"So yeah, we're having a grand old time, just having a snack or whatever. And suddenly we hear screaming. Some guy’s screaming, ‘help! help me!’ out in the bush somewhere nearby.”

“And you know how Saúl is. Too much of a sweetheart for his own good. He's like nudging me and going "Eddie, we should go help." And yeah, sure, I wanted to help but there was something… Weird? About it? Like the shouting sounded real close but I wasn’t hearing anything else that, you know, accompanies a call for help. Like, no running, no sounds of struggling or being mauled by a wild animal or whatever. It was DEAD silent whenever the guy wasn't shouting.

"And like, call me an asshole but I'm not gonna do some ‘white person in a horror movie 'lets split up, gang!'’ shit. I was staying right where I was.”

"So we just kind of sat there, listening to it. The guy had started just- shrieking. No words, just making noise. And at this point I was starting to feel like a complete bastard for being the pragmatic one, but Saúl didn't seem to wanna move either. Like, it was super off.

"And then, there’s another sound. Kind of a…uh… Gurgling noise? Like-”

Ed broke off to make an odd sound in his throat. It was a low, prolonged croak that slowly lifted into a 'whoop!’

Some old woman in the process of fueling her SUV glared at him. He scowled back.

“Okay, it was actually nothing like that. But you get the idea.”

“And that happens a couple times, and it... It didn't sound like a person's voice anymore. And I'm thinking maybe the world's most fucked up coyote just killed a guy and was celebrating or whatever, but it didn't really sound like an animal either. It was kinda inorganic, you know what I mean?

"But yeah, it kind of whoops a couple more times, and then the last time it just... Didn't stop. It kept going, and it turns into this- music? It sounded, uh, sort of like a bunch of different flutes being played at once. But lower. Very deep. I don’t remember the tune so don’t ask. But it was music, and me and Saúl are just looking at each other like "what the fuck?”.

"And at that point, curiosity is kicking in and I'm gripped by this wave of idiocy, so I get up and start walking towards the sound. Low to the ground, super slow. Stealth. And I can tell it’s coming from the arroyo. So I just verrrrry carefully climb up the side and look inside.“

Ed paused to grasp for words.

"And there’s a man in there. Some pasty dude. Sunburnt, t-shirt tan lines, all that. Pretty scrawny, but otherwise normal looking from the chest down. No injuries or nothing, which I can say for sure because, yeah, the dude is completely naked. I mean naked. There was a pile of his clothes nearby, and his whole dick was out and he was barefoot. And he was DANCING. He’s just dancing naked in this friggin’ ditch.

"And it took me a bit to process what was going on with his head. Like, the music sounds are coming from up there. And I’m thinking he’s got some sort of weird instrument over his head, but he dances towards me and um. He has no head. Or like- Shit. He kind of has a head? Like I could sort of make it out, but it’s tilted all the way backwards. Like, touching his back. So his neck's facing the sky, and his eyes are just kind of staring out behind him.

"And there’s all these… tubes. Coming out of where the nose and mouth probably used to be. Big fleshy tubes, skin toned. But they didn't flop around, they were like, pretty firm. And they’ve got little holes all over them. And that’s where the music is coming from. He’s playing them.”

Ed lifted his arms over his head and mimed with his fingers. “Like a flute”

“So like, it’s the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen, basically, but I can’t stop watching. And Saúl eventually comes up beside me, and we don’t say anything, we just watch this guy. It’s gotta be like… A solid hour we’re just sitting there, with this guy playing his music and dancing around. And he starts moving up the arroyo, still dancing the whole time, and eventually he’s out of sight. But we hear the music a good while longer until it gets too distant. I don't think he ever saw us. Or he didn't care. I don't know."

He was silent for a long while. I waited for him to continue, but it was evident that it was over.

"And... That was it?" I asked.

"Yeah, that was it. We got the hell out of there and didn't see him again. Or hear anything about a crazy nudist in the area."

He took another puff of his cigar, and coughed.

"I mean, it could have been... A really, really good costume or something. Like, REALLY good. I mean I definitely saw his eyes blinking. On the head that was... You know. Bent entirely backwards. But hey, could be a costume!" He added with a flourish, clearly not entertaining this possibility whatsoever.

"Holy shit." I said.

He laughed, and snuffed out his cigar in the snow. "Damn right."

#YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE THE CHARACTERS LOL this was taken and heavily revised from a fic i made #i kept their human au names bc i couldnt be bothered with coming up with new ones #i originally had human ned be Ned B.V but his name is ed/eduard #also this was loosely inspired by visiting some of my extended family from baja sur california and hearing some freaky fucking #noises walking around in an arroyo #i think it was fuckig. raccoons fighting or smth tho #ALSO id like to revise it to be even less Nosleep-y . the longass exposition intro was to make it fit more with their sort of thing #my writing

[omgrachwrites]

The Book of Love - Chapter Three

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: After a breakup leaves you heartbroken and miserable, things start to change for the better when you begin exchanging notes in a library book with a mystery boy.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, Jily being adorable

Words: 2285

A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx 

Chapter Three

It was always a marvel to Remus how electrifying the atmosphere was in The Great Hall on the day of the first Quidditch match of the season. You could strike a match against the tension. All four houses put aside their inter-house unity and exchanged it for inter-house rivalry. Even Y/N and Sirius were rivals today because it was Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw. James walked into The Great Hall, hand in hand with Lily, on the outside he was the picture of confidence though Remus could see through his best mate’s mask and he knew that James was absolutely bricking it.

As soon as he sat down Sirius pushed a plate of toast and a goblet of pumpkin juice towards him, Sirius didn’t look nervous but then again, he never did, “you look peaky mate, you really do need to eat something.”

James merely shook his head and he looked like he was about to throw up and he pushed his glasses up his nose, “I’m not hungry,” he sighed, “Merlin, I don’t want to let the team and the whole house down,” he rubbed a hand over his face.

Lily rubbed his arm soothingly and kissed his cheek, “you won’t let them down sweetheart, you’ve had the team training night and day. You’ll be absolutely fine.”

“Uh oh, here comes trouble,” Sirius smirked and Remus glanced up, feeling his breath get stolen away. It was Y/N.

She was wearing a blue woolly jumper and she’d sprayed one half of her hair dark blue and the other a glistening silver colour. Y/N looked beautiful in that shade of blue, so beautiful that he had to say something, “so, I guess you won’t be supporting Gryffindor today then?” he smirked.

“Wow Remus, you’re so funny,” Y/N said drily but Remus could see the smile that was itching to make its way across her face, “but thank you,” she reached up and touched her hair, “you’re spunky this morning Remus,” she giggled as she sat next to him and stole a rasher of bacon from his plate.

Remus shrugged as he smirked, “just in a good mood is all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully as she gave him a dazzling smile that Remus almost imagined was reserved just for him. Though, in a flash she turned away from him to speak to Peter and he knew that it was crazy to think she had a secret smile just for him.

When it was time for the team to leave for the changing rooms Lily pulled James into a good luck kiss so passionate that Remus and his friends all exchanged awkward glances, patches of pink on their cheeks. Remus wanted to be kissed like that. Just once.

Sirius let out a low whistle as he dragged a hand through his tangled hair, “damn, I need to get me one of those,” he smirked as he looked down the length of the table for someone that would meet his requirements. Peter scoffed with a scowl and Remus shook his head in amusement.

Suddenly, Remus felt warm soft lips against his cheek in a quick but sweet kiss. With blazing cheeks and butterflies in his stomach he turned to look at the girl who was sitting to the right side of him. Y/N was grinning at him mischievously and all Remus could do was raise a questioning eyebrow, the words temporarily stolen from his throat.

“I thought that you deserved a good luck kiss too,” she shrugged nonchalantly while Remus struggled to find his voice.

“But, I’m not even playing, and besides why would you want to give your rival a good luck kiss?” the place where Y/N had kissed him burned pleasantly and he ached to touch it.

“Oh come on Remus, I’m sure no one can be rivals with you for very long, you’re far too nice,” she laughed as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice, “and you’ll need luck because your poor team are going to be simply crushed by Ravenclaw.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he grinned, “wow well, thank you for your kiss, it was much appreciated,” he willed himself not to blush as he rubbed the back of his neck. He had to ask her, the worst that she could do was say no and even if she declined, Remus knew that she wouldn’t make him feel too bad about it, “would you like to walk down to the pitch with us?” he asked as he turned round to find Peter but he wasn’t there and Lily had gone down to the pitch with James, “with me?” he chuckled.

Y/N’s pretty eyes found the table and she smiled almost shyly when she looked back up at him, “I’d like that,” she nodded and Remus could have performed a happy dance, “but of course, I’ll have to sit with my team when the game is on. Lyra would surely disown me if I didn’t.”

“Understood,” Remus beamed as he threw up his hands in defence and they walked out of The Great Hall together. Remus was so happy for this time alone with Y/N that he missed the way that Lucius Malfoy’s eyes followed them, a scowl plastered on his face.

It was a cold but clear day and you could see right across the lack to the snow-capped mountains beyond that was usually shrouded in mist. The amber leaves of the trees in the forest made a gorgeous contrast beneath the white sky. Y/N made a little noise of delight as she took in the scenery and huddled further into her scarf.

“I love clear days like this, it makes me want to draw a landscape of it,” her voice was muffled slightly.

Remus looked at her with polite surprise on his face; he didn’t know that she liked to draw, “I didn’t know that you liked to draw Y/N.”

Y/N shrugged as she tucked a flyaway strand of her hair behind her ear and she rubbed her hands together, “yeah, I got into it over the summer because there are lots of beautiful landscapes where my grandmother lives. It’s not a big deal.”

“I think it’s wonderful,” Remus beamed at her.

“Thank you Remus, that means a lot,” she smiled gratefully.

They walked in comfortable silence until they reached the stands and they both came to a stop. Remus was reluctant to part from her and he selfishly hoped that she felt the same, “well, good luck Remus,” Y/N grinned making Remus chuckle.

“Thanks Y/N, you too.”

“Oh, my team won’t need it but thanks anyway,” she smiled cockily and she gave him a little wave as she went off to find her seat. 

Remus was left feeling a little disappointed, he was almost hoping for another kiss but he supposed that he was lucky to even get the first kiss. The young man quickly shook himself out of it as he picked his way through the buzzing crowd and found an empty seat next to Lily. She smirked at Remus but she said nothing and he narrowed his eyes at her as she turned to face the pitch again.

 As the two teams made their opening rounds of the pitch, the crowd whooped and cheered, and Remus caught a glimpse of Y/N through a cluster of blue and silver. He found himself smiling as she cheered for her team. For the majority of the game it was a very close match and the crowd were on the edge of their seats as they watched the game unfold before their eyes.

James saved some spectacular goals and it was clear that Gryffindor had benefited from their harsh training regime; they were on top form today. They were better than last year though Remus would never admit it to James, he valued his life.

As James saved his third amazing goal, Lily jumped up and screamed, “yes! That’s my boyfriend!”

Unfortunately, Ravenclaw’s defence was just as good as Gryffindors and for the first twenty minutes the score was 0-0 but the crowd seemed quite satisfied, though the same couldn’t be said for the players. Ravenclaw’s form began to falter and Gryffindor were able to score a few goals and the players zoomed around the pitch, seemingly gaining new heart.

The score was 90-30 before the Gryffindor seeker dived to catch the snitch and when the crowd realised that Gryffindor had won, the stadium was filled with ear splitting cheers and deafening boos in equal measure. Remus’ heart soared as he caught a glimpse of James’ face, he had been so worried but in the end he had led Gryffindor to victory.

“He is so getting laid tonight!” Lily yelled happily and Remus had the sneaking impression that James would be getting laid anyway.

As happy as Remus was for Gryffindor, he yearned to console Y/N.

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Excitement brewed in the pit of your stomach – it didn’t take much for you to get excited – as you tucked the Transfiguration book beneath your arm as you walked out of the library. On the first day of school when you realised that you had forgotten your textbook, you had sent a letter home so your parents could send it over.

Unfortunately, they took a week to send it over and by that time you were using the library textbook because for one you needed it and there was another reason. It was why you looked for the same book every time and why you kept on returning it. You had been communicating with a mysterious person – who you had recently found out was a boy and he was in your year – through the post it notes you had stuck on the pages. Sometimes you took the time to get to know each other but sometimes it was really random, like today.

‘Chocolate or sweets?’ at the end of his notes he always drew a little crescent moon.

You smiled down at the note as you scrawled a reply, ‘sweets, hands down. Especially sugar quills, I love eating them in potions! 7th year potions are such a drag!’ you doodled a likeness of Slughorn before you closed the book.

You looked into the hospital wing as you went past it and you stopped dead in the corridor. Sirius, James and Peter were all crowded around a bed and they were talking in such hushed voices that you were sure that someone must have been dying. Before you could think twice, your feet carried you into the room and you walked over to the boys and you saw with a jolt that it was Remus in the hospital bed, so that was why he hadn’t been in class today.

It didn’t look like he was particularly hurt, he just looked really tired and you called out before you could stop yourself. “Remus? Are you okay?” 

All four boys looked at you in alarm and a muscle fluttered in Sirius’ jaw as he looked at you with hard eyes, he almost looked angry and protective. Remus offered you a smile as he sat up in bed and winced, “I’m fine Y/N, just feeling under the weather,” his voice was short and you almost shrank back.

“We’ll see you back in the common room, mate,” Sirius told him and Remus nodded, looking warily over at you. Sirius smiled tightly as he kissed the side of your head, “see you later.”

You bit your lip as you sat down on the seat next to his bed, “I’m sorry Remus, do you want me to go? I can if you want,” you stood up to leave and Remus stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm.

“No, Y/N, please don’t go. I’m sorry for being rude, why don’t you tell me what I’ve missed today?” he smiled.

You grinned back at him, watching a trickle of blood ooze from a cut on his head, you knew that he wasn’t telling you the whole story but you didn’t mind, you grabbed a clean cloth from his bedside and began to clean up the blood, “sorry,” you muttered as Remus winced, “and for the record, I don’t think that you were rude. So, what have you missed today?” you whispered to yourself, “well we were practicing our non-verbal spells in Defence Against the Dark Arts,” Remus groaned at your words, “and in potions we were brewing a potion that would change our appearance, you know for us mere mortals that can’t change it at will,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, “Peter accidentally blew up his cauldron and Lily spent the best part of an hour trying to change my hair back from green.”

Remus laughed as he fiddled with a couple of your strands, “I have to say Y/N, that I’m sure you would pull off green pretty well.”

You rolled your eyes at his handsome teasing grin, “thanks Remus,” you laughed. For a little while, the both of you just talked as you tried to get Remus’ mind off his illness and it was working pretty well until you noticed Madam Pomfrey looking over at you, “I should probably go before I get kicked out.”

Remus’ face fell but he nodded all the same, “okay Y/N. Thanks so much for staying with me, I’ll see you later.”

You nodded as you stroked some hair off his forehead, “you’re welcome Remus, I really hope you feel better soon,” you smiled as you got up. “Oh and Y/N?” Remus asked, causing you to turn around and smile at him, “see you in Hogsmeade on Saturday?”

There was a funny fluttery feeling in your stomach that weren’t quite butterflies, “looking forward to it.”

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[remmushound]

Curse of the Clans part 36! @brightlotusmoon @selfindulgenz @scentedcandlecryptid

Content warning!! Physical attack, restraint, cursing

SMACK!

April woke up to a solid, heavy thud. It took her a moment to recognize her own room; it was her first night staying in her house for almost three weeks. Every time her parents would go away on their business, the house would be too quiet for her to want to stay in it very long. But now the lair was just as quiet, and with her brothers gone, she didn't want to spend much time there either. It just made her sad. Her conflict with Splinter and Cassandra served to make things worse.

SMACK!

That sound came again, and this time her head snapped immediately to the window. Another impact, and another. A steady, drumming sound. April slid out of bed and into her slippers, slowly approaching the window and pulling back the darkened blinds. Surely the brothers couldn’t be back so soon?

April gave a shout and fell away as another projectile was launched at the window and smacked against it. Was that a rock? Quickly, she scrambled back over to the window and peered outside. Then she opened the window, just barely ducking her head in time to dodge another rock. She slowly peeked back over the windowsill and threw her arms open.

“What the hell Casey?!”

“Sorry!” Cassandra called back from the streets, “You opened the window!”

“No shit, Jones!” April snarled back, and then fell to a weak laugh. “What are you doing throwing rocks at my house at…” She checked the time, “Two in the morning?”

“Come down!” Sunita called up; she was in her human form, which hadn’t changed at all in the years April knew her. Skin a shade darker than April’s own, and hair of ink pulled tight again her scalp in braids.

“Not tonight, yall.” April leaned on her window sill and gave a tired smile.

“What?” Cassandra scoffed in an exaggerated fashion, “Why not?!”

“I have a headache.” Was April’s excuse; she didn't have one, but she certainly didn't feel good. She just couldn’t exactly pin point what part of her body it was that ached.

“I have ibuprofen!” Cassandra held up her purse.

“Good night, girls.” April closed the window.

***

“Well, that stinks.” Sunita put a hand on her hip as she turned to face the shorter Cassandra. “Should we knock again?”

Cassandra considered. She gave a smile that was undetectable due to her mask and cracked her fingers and neck. “I have a better idea~”

***

April was more than happy to enjoy the warm, weighted embrace of her comforter, hugging her childhood teddy bear to beckon sleep to return to her faster. With her injuries, this was shaping up to be the most boring summer of her life! But to be fair, the promise of a simple, normal summer of relaxation definitely appealed to her, no matter how far out of her reach she knew it was. A girl could always dream, right?

April’s body shuttered. It told her to open her eyes, and when she did it was like her worst nightmares came true, though for only a moment before her mind caught up with the fear in her heart and recognized the silhouettes standing over her like villains in the night.

“Casey? Sunita? What are you—?”

Cassandra grabbed April around her waist and hoisted the teen over her shoulder.

“Casey! Put me down!” April growled and kicked her legs, but Cassandra only laughed.

“Sunita— help me! Get her legs!” Cassandra howled, and Sunita hurried to restrain April’s legs while Cassandra supported her front, both of them holding April between them like a hammock. “You’re coming to girls night April!”

They started to carry April toward the open window. April’s initially startled screams slowly turned to laughter. She still struggled, but her actions were more playful than anything. They stopped at the window, though Cassandra had already climbed out of it.

“She ain’t got no shoes, get her shoes!” Cassandra laughed.

Sunita’s arm turned from human back to its slime form and extended out to grab April’s shoes and a pair of socks. Cassandra forced April’s feet still so Sunita could put her shoes on, and then they continued out the window and into the fire escape.

“Guys— I need a mask!” April laughed.

“Got one!” Cassandra reached into her purse and pulled out a blue mask, fixing it over April’s mouth and nose while still carrying her with one arm. Down the fire escape they went, and only when their feet had touched the ground did they put April down.

“Are you proud of yourselves?” April huffed, putting her hand on her hip.

“Very.” Cassandra smirked.

“You could at least have let me get dressed!” April laughed, “I can’t go out for girls night in my PJs!”

“Why not?” Sunita asked innocently.

“Cause It's not proper for a social setting!” April scoffed.

Sunita was quiet for a time before whispering, “Humans are so weird…”

“Oh yeah. Forgot you’re a slime dude.” Cassandra turned to face April, “You’ll be fine! It’s not like we’re going drinking! You’re not old enough; believe me, I’ve checked.”

“Then what are we doing?” April asked, genuine curiosity seeping into her voice.

***

The trio got close enough to see the mutant hippo known as Hypno Ron wandering the shadows of the streets; he didn't seem to have a care in the world as to being spotted. After all, he could always just Mesmer any human to forget! April wasn’t so keen on how reckless the mutant was being, but Cassandra locked on to the hippo almost immediately from the rooftops.

“Oh! Oh! I got this one!” Cassandra cleared her throat, and when she spoke again, it was in a heavy accent; her best attempt at mocking the way Hypno spoke. “Oh oh, deary me! I simply have to find a tiny suit for my tiny worm friend for our anniversary! How am I ever going to find one in time to enjoy tiny tea cakes and orange peels with the lovely Warren Stone?”

“Orange peels?” April scrunched up her nose.

“What? Worms taste with their body.” Cassandra shrugged.

“Oh! There’s one!” Sunita spotted the next mutant, Repo Mantis, buzzing around. She dropped her voice low and raspy. “Rrrrr. I just know there’s a birthday cake to repo ‘round here somewhere. That three-year old’s hiding well, but I’ll sniff em out with my sniffer.” Sunita made exaggerated sniffle motions that made April and Cassandra almost fall over laughing.

“This one’s mine!” April claimed a few buildings down when they spotted the mutant prairie dog wandering an alleyway, her nose twitching in the search for decent morsels. April didn't know her name, so she had to improvise, clearing her throat. “Can I dig here? Noooo this isn’t a good place for digging? Here? Maaaaybe not? Here? No. Man, none of these places are good for digging!”

Sunita and Cassandra were covering their mouths trying to keep their laughter to a minimum. The prairie dog seemed to hear them anyway, looking up from her curious search to twitch her ears in search of the noises.

The girls all ducked down low to hide from her sight, all covering their mouths and their snickers until the suspicions had died down. Then, at Cassandra’s command, all three of them peeked back over the edge and down at the mutant as she continued her work.

“Ohhhh the voices are back!” April carried on, this time in a lower whisper, “Hm? However will I pass the time? I know!” she cleared her throat and started to sing in her mock accent. “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene! I’m begging of you please don’t take my man! Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeene! I’m singing this song just because I caaaaan!”

The prairie dog looked up again. “Did someone call me?”

That made the trio of girls fall apart laughing until their sides hurt and they felt like they might be sick if they laughed any harder. Through the next hour, they found more and more people to mock from afar, both mutants and humans, but after the hour had passed, April was starting to feel completely exhausted. The constant running and laughing made the soreness of her side ache even worse, and now her head really was hurting, and her stomach too.

“Sorry gals.” She told the two of her friends when she felt her body couldn’t hold out any longer. “Really gotta turn in for the night.”

“What?” Cassandra groaned, and Sunita seemed disappointed, “Come on! We still got two hours before the sun comes up!

“And I really should be spending it sleeping.” April sighed, “But I had a really good time! I’ll see you in the morning, girls?”

“Do you want us to walk you home?” Sunita asked softly.

“No, no, don’t trouble yourselves!” April waved her hand, “I know you two are having fun, and I can handle myself.”

“Are you sure?” Cassandra asked, “It’s no trouble…”

“It’s fine! I grew up with the turtles, I can handle myself!”

“If you say so…”

“I’ll be fine. Really.” April tried to reassure.

“At least take my knife.” Cassandra said, giving the long blade over to April, “I feel bad for abducting you without your bat.”

“You don’t have to do that.” April said.

“I want to!” Cassandra beamed. “Besides, I’ll just come back and get it in the morning! No big whoop.”

“Well then… thank you.” April turned the knife over in her hands a few times. “I promise I’ll give it back.”

April found where she was by checking the nearest street signs. She wasn’t more than a few blocks from home. The streets would be far easier to traverse than the buildings; as much as she had trained with the brothers, she never did quite get the hang of building jumping. That’s why Donatello had his special seat in his armor just for her! Thinking of Donatello, April felt a sudden sadness wash over her. She missed his sarcastic voice, his dramatic flare, his simple presence!

When she was out of view of Cassandra and Sunita, the first thing April did was let herself finally release the bile that had been churning her stomach for the past ten minutes, and she felt a lot better when the vomit was outside instead of in. Then she started to cry immediately after, but she didn't know why. She missed Donatello, sure, but enough to cry? And though her head hurt it wasn’t the agonizing, ripping headaches that usually plagued her, so it wasn’t the pain. Maybe it was just a bit of everything mixed into one, and that was why she felt so… not good. She wanted to feel better, and maybe crying could help that! It wasn’t like she could stop now. Once the tears started to fall, they just got heavier.

The tears fell hard as April entered a shortcut alley. Then she stopped when she saw a man at the other end; a man that looked to be just minding his own business, leaned up against a wall drinking from something within a paper bag. She already had a hunch of what it could be, and she certainly didn't want to cross his path. Not when there was a longer, but safer, path she could take instead. Gripping the knife in her pocket, April started to back away; it was preferable to turning her back on the man. At least, that’s what she thought before she collided with a bigger, heavier weight.

April tried to turn around. Powerful arms wrapped around her, one around her chest holding her in a grip so tight she thought her ribs might break, and another holding a cloth to her mouth. She held her breath for as long as she could, kicking out and trying repeatedly to strike the mans legs and groin, but all she met was muscle and what must have been an athletic cup protecting him. Figures! Just her luck!

When April could hold her breath no longer, she squeezed her eyes shut as the acrid fumes overwhelmed her, followed quickly by darkness.

#girls night out

[slashiest-slasher]

may I ask for leatherfaces (thomas / bubba) with a s/o who has a size difference kink? like they LOOOVE how much taller/bigger the boys are compared to them (*´ω｀*) nsfw if you can,,,

honey… you have no idea how big (*snort*) of a size kink I have, and Thomas and Bubba… whoo boy! and yes, of course, it will be nsfw because i am a big hoe

(this was another was that was sitting almost finished in a notepad for months, whoops!)

Oh your darling Thomas… One of the reasons you fell for him so hard in the first place was of his gorgeous body. He towers over you, broad shoulders, and thick muscles that are hard earned. You wished you could tell him how you feel just so you could feel up those arms.

All you could do as of now is to pat him while squeezing by, as an assurance to let him know you were passing, or holding on to him for balance since you were oh so clumsy. In reality, you were agile, but you spin a web of little white lies so the Hewitt’s never quite know your full potential.

Since you were head over heels for Tommy, you didn’t want to leave, but you needed a back door, just in case.

But God damn it! Thomas didn’t know he was doing it, but he has been teasing you all day! Luda Mae had proclaimed that it was high time that the barn was cleared of trash and clutter after you tripped and fell into Thomas last week while the two of you went to retrieve replacement parts for the fridge.

All staged so you could get those beefy arms wrapped around you and rest against his chest, but you had ended up with a nasty slash on your side, that thankfully didn’t get infected but bled worse than it looked.

You had never quite seen Thomas so worked up than when he carried you back to the house.

But today… An awful heatwave had rolled in, leaving you in a thin, light colored long sleeve shirt and baseball cap. Working from dawn until the beginning twinkling of dusk, hauling junk out of the barn and sorting it into a keep, burn, and trash pile, had left the both of you drenched in sweat. Only Thomas decided wearing a shirt wasn’t worth it, and at around 11am had whipped the soaked fabric off.

At least you could blame your fumblings on being clumsy, and not being distracted by the sweat rolling down Thomas’ massive and toned back. He’s covered in a nice layer of fat, which softens him, but makes him about 100% more attractive than any jacked steroid freak.

There was no way he’s doing this on purpose, you think to yourself, sitting in the shade and sorting machine parts into boxes. Thomas has worse self esteem than any middle school girl. He got flustered whenever Luda Mae, his own mother, called him handsome. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together when his muscles flex as he hauls a full size mattress, completely caked in dried blood, over to the trash pile. He stumbles back after throwing it down, kicking up dirt underneath his boots.

You take your hat off, and wipe the sweat off from your forehead before hauling yourself up. “I’m gonna go get us some lemonade Thomas, why don’t you sit down for a spell?” you tell him, jerking your head to the musty loveseat still in the partially cleared out barn.

No one’s in the house to question you when you run into the bathroom before heading through to the kitchen and shovel ice in two glasses, and pour in chilled, homemade lemonade Luda Mae made earlier in the day.

When you get back, jogging carefully with the cups in your hands, Thomas is sprawled across the couch, making it seem tiny under his massive form. Like it was made for kids.

You pass his a glass and resist the urge to sit too close to him. It doesn’t take long for him to knock back the glass, throat bobbing with each gulp. He crunches a few pieces of ice, while you sip at yours at a liberal pace. He presses the glass to his forehead and chest in a last ditch attempt to cool down, and the added condensation does nothing to help you.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, setting your drink on the ground.

Thomas picks up on it, and tilts his head to the side. He expects a lot of things, but you crawling into his lap and ravenously kissing him is not amongst them.

You grind down on him, and feel up his firm pecs. “You’ve been getting my riled up all damn day Tommy, it’s not fair,” you whine. “Are you not aware of how damn sexy you are?”

He doesn’t quite know what to do. He really, really wasn’t thinking of this as a possibility. Sure, he thought you have a nice ass and a pretty face, and harbored his own little crush on you. But you liking him back? Thinking he was purposefully teasing you?? He thinks it’s a heat induced delusion.

“Damn, all of you is big,” you moan, rubbing your crotch against his. “Tommy, if you don’t want to, I ain’t gonna think less of you, but you’ve had me horny all day and I need you to fuck me, right here, right now.”

That’s good enough to pull him out of his stupor. Thomas grabs you by your hips, and grinds you down against him as he thrusts up to meet you.

You let him lay you down on the couch, and fucking Christ when he hunches over, he completely dwarfs you. You can’t help but run your hands all over his back and arms, feeling up his muscles. Meanwhile, he tugs off your jeans, and pauses when he gets them off.

Oh yeah, you had forgotten to put on underwear today, hadn’t you?

His breathing gets heavier and shakier, and when he slips a finger in you, he finds no resistance and you already plenty lubed up.

Looks like your impromptu trip to the bathroom to prep yourself was worth it.

Thomas frantically gets his button and fly undone, and lets his rock hard cock flop out onto your abdomen. Your eyes go wide when you feel the heafty weight of it, and dart down to get the confirmation of that massive thing resting on your stomach.

Of fuck there is no way that thing is going to fit in you.

But that only serves to rile the both of you up further. 

"Tommy, Tommy, please," you whine, wrapping your hand around that massive cock of his. "I need you in me, oh Christ, please baby."

If his chest weren't heaving before, it would be now as he stared down at your writhing body. So desperate. For him. Wanting him so badly that you're begging. Thomas starts hyperventilating, but that doesn't stop him from ramming into you to the hilt.

Your mouth opens in a wordless scream as he does, and you can only lay there and relish in it as Thomas does the same.

He's quick to grip your hips and slip you almost entirely off before his hips stutter up again.

You can't stop the wail that comes out of your mouth as he fucks you onto his thick cock. "O-oh Christ, Tommy!" you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. "S-so good. Don't stop, don't stop."

While Tommy has plenty of stamina in other area, he's never been embraced like this before. Never shared his body before. A lot of people see him as a wild beast, ready to take and take and take. But that's far from the truth.

Tommy suddenly grabs you by your upper arms, and crushes you to his chest. He wraps himself around you tightly, and it's like you're being suffocated. You're like a doll to him, as his hips stall and pump you full of his cum. The only noise to come out of him is a long winded groan that almost sounds pained.

You struggle to breathe like this, but being restrained, the lack of air, and cum pulsing so deep inside of you has you clenching around his cock and choking out a moan.

Thomas gives little care as he collapses on top of you, making all the air rush out of your lungs at once. He doesn't make a move to remove himself from inside or above you. 

"T-Thomas, please, I can't breath," you manage to wheeze out. 

Reluctantly, he props himself up on his elbows, just enough to stop himself from pressing on you, but keeping in physical contact. Though he hold his head an awkward way, away from you.

"Hey, hey." You hand shake when you reach up and stroke the patch of bare skin above his mask. "Don't be like that."

It's a surprise that Tommy lets you lead his face down, and rest his forehead against yours. The breath you two share isn't all spring fresh, but you don't mind all that much. The sweat both of you are slicked in probably smell worse anyways.

"I really liked that Tommy." You try looking him in the eyes, but he keeps darting them away. You bet that if he took his mask off, right now he'd be blushing worse than a pastor in a strip club. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to keep doing it. I-I know you don't think you're good looking, but I do, Tommy. And I really, really like you. Like, like-like you."

It was little kid talk, and not that Thomas couldn't understand more mature language, you don't think you could bring yourself to saying the Big L-word just yet. "Do you?"

He tilts his head to side and somehow shrinks in on himself. Which is something you don't like to see because one of Thomas' big (heh) appeals is how so easily and readily he overwhelms you with his presence. Stoic, distant, and a little big irate, scowling at everyone but his mama and you. You don't mind his being soft, and vulnerable, but that's not what this was. 

This is uncomfortable and unsure of himself. It may be a bit selfish of you to ask, but you want Thomas confident of himself and his emotions at all times. He deserves to feel that way.

"I mean, do you want to keep doing this? Do you..." Don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say it. "Want to go steady?"

Thomas' eyes seem to light up at that. And this time, he manages to look right at you without shying away. Part of his face is incredulous. Maybe one too many times of people asking him out on dates or to prom or homecoming as a joke.

But Thomas knows you, and knows you would never do that. He manages out a tentative grunt, and a short nod. And when the biggest grin in all of damn Texas crosses your face, Thomas melts into your arms.

#leatherface #leatherface x reader #Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #lemon

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 15 Post-Games Brains and Brawn Part 8

A couple days before the masquerade! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses (also thanks for Reine!), and @thoughts-of-nora!

A couple days after Shine met Triel, I still couldn’t get my mind off of her. Shit. I hated having a one-track mind.

So when I remembered that Reine had invited me to steal from an apartment near ours, I walked over to Reine’s room to see if she’d still be interested. I knocked on her door and smiled a little when she looked up. “So, you said about stealing from a fancy Capitol idiot?”

“Was wondering when you’d show up about that. Yeah, a building not far from here and enough stuff that one or ten things would hardly be missed.”

I smiled wider. This would be great! “Sounds like fun. Lead the way, if you’d like.”

She looked me up and down, and I had to stop myself from bristling. She was sizing me up, probably checking to see if I was capable enough for her standards. Shit. I was fine. But she just nodded and started walking.

I followed her, but I couldn’t just stay silent. I had to have some kind of distraction as we walked, or my thoughts would just return to Triel. “So, do you know how to dance? With that masquerade coming up, and all.”

“I’ve had some time to learn, yeah, though I don’t know what to expect for the Capitol’s version of dancing. You?”

I laughed. “I have no idea how to dance. Shine’s found some videos for me to practice with. I don’t know how good I’ll be though.”

“Well maybe we’ll be out before you’re forced to? Or maybe someone will cause a scene big enough to distract from how horrid you are at.” Her voice was light, and she looked back with a wink.

I grinned. “If anything, I’ll be the one causing the distraction. I’m good at being obnoxious.”

She sounded confused. “Obnox-” Pause. “Oh! Like annoying.” She didn’t know that? Well, I only knew it because the Shades called me that all the time, so understandable. She looked thoughtful. “I still don’t think that’s the right word though, not from what I’ve seen of you.”

How sweet, but she was wrong. “Then you haven’t seen me at my best.” I laughed a little. “Since you know about dancing, do you know anything else about parties? I’ve never been to one.”

“Generally? It’s loud and flashy, but there’s food and drinks and people tend to share way too much information after a while and their guards are dropped.”

The food and drink would probably be awesome! The other info didn’t sound so good, but oh well. I grinned. “Food and drinks I can handle. Not so sure about crowds, but I can try.” I lowered my voice to a mumble. “Maybe I can smuggle a feast out of the party.”

Reine laughed quietly. “I’ve seen people get a fair amount from them, I think you could manage it.”

“That’ll make it all worth it.” We walked outside, and I tensed slightly until I confirmed there wasn’t anyone around. I didn’t want to have any unwanted attention. But…speaking of unwanted attention, that guy who had been visiting Reine. Every single time he came, I always seemed to run into him. He was creepy, with that smirk and those analytical eyes. Might as well ask her what was going on. I glanced over at her. “So, who was that dude that came over and talked only to you?”

She tensed as well. So, not a friend probably. “He’s…Conor. Someone who just keeps showing up in my life despite best efforts.”

I frowned. “And I suppose that you don’t like him. You want me to punch him next time he shows up?”

“I—no, don’t do that. Thank you though. He’s a friend.” Yeah right. “I think,” she said quieter, not looking me in the eyes. “But he’s also trouble.”

Oh, I’d punch him. No worries about that. And then he’d know who he was dealing with. “If he’s a friend, what’s he doing working with the Capitol, and what does he want with Triel?”

“That’s the trouble part. I don’t know, I never with him, never understand his games. He helped get us out of the Games, but,” she laughed, sounding strangled. Oh, I was gonna punch him so hard. Possibly multiple times. “Out of one and into the other. He promised to help again, hopefully it’s just him hoping for entertainment.”

Entertainment? Shit, that sounded like the Shades. “I really will punch him when I see him again.”

“Yes, he does have that effect on people,” she said dryly.

I frowned. “So, how do you even know a Capitol escort?”

“I made a mistake and failed and got him killed.” She paused. “Nearly. So I felt responsible for him for awhile. That turned out so well.” She shrugged halfheartedly.

I kept frowning. Jerk. “He’s a sneaky one for an escort, it sounds like. I’ll have to plan out my attack.” I sighed. This was making me frustrated and her unhappy. “But enough topics that don’t involve stealing. Are we close?”

“Yeah, right up there.” She gestured up at a balcony on the top floor of the apartment building we were close to. Oh boy!

I grinned. “So, we’re climbing?” I didn’t wait for her as I trotted up to the building and scanned for hand-holds. It shouldn’t be a bad climb.

“You can if you insist,” Reine said behind me.

I jumped and looked over at her with a frown. “What other sneaky way could we get in?”

She snorted and glanced around. Then she rolled her shoulders and revealed…brown wings. “I think my way will be faster.”

Holy shit. My face immediately flushed, and I couldn’t stop staring. They were beautiful. “Well.” My voice cracked. Shit. “I suppose that would be faster.”

She laughed. “A bit, yes.” She held out her hand to me, and my face got hotter. Holy shit. I wasn’t prepared for this. But I also was. Flying! I was actually going to fly again! This time without metal around me.

I took her hand. “How—how fast can you fly?” And would I be able to go that fast now?

She shrugged and pulled me close. Shit. Hopefully, she hadn’t noticed my blushing. “I can keep up with some pretty fast cars, though I’ve never really put the effort in to find out, kind of hard to keep it hidden when doing test on it. Hold on.”

I held on tight as she shot up into the air, and I stared. The wind in my face, the different vantage point, it was beautiful. Amazing.

It was over too soon, as Reine touched down on the balcony. As I got my feet back under me, I turned to Reine with a grin. “How did you get those wings? Do you have magic besides that? Have you tested how high you can go? What kind of wings are they? A type of bird’s?”

“Short answer? I was born with them in a way. And I think they’re like some form of owl’s? At least that’s what Aleksis said after hours of researching, and I can fly high enough for the air to get thin.” She shifted and rolled her shoulders so the wings disappeared again. “As for the magic and stuff…let’s just say I’ve been around for longer than you’d think.” She gave a forced laugh, but then she winced.

Oh, she was uncomfortable. And I had just asked her to talk about her magic. I should have known better. Stupid piece of shit. So, I should repay her with at least showing off my magic. Lucky me, the doors to the balcony were locked, so I found water in a vase on the inside. I activated my magic, and the water crystallized into a knife and cut through the lock. I opened the door, and bowed. “After you.”

Reine bowed back and smiled. She slipped into the room and looked around before starting to look through the items strewn about the room. Damn. It was a mess in here. They wouldn’t miss any of it.

I took a few small things until I picked up a gaudy, sequined shirt and a felt pirate hat, and I grimaced. Those idiots from the costume store. “Holy shit. I might have already met these people.”

“And your opinion of them?” She looked up from the crate she had been sorting through.

“Loud. Obnoxious. Think they know everything about pirates when they know nothing.” My voice got quieter. “Think they know Triel when they know nothing.”

“Well then.” Reine pocketed an antique spyglass and straightened up. “I was planning on being subtle and not leaving a clue, but…maybe a bit of destruction and robbery wouldn’t do too much harm?” She looked over at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I grinned back. “Nah. I don’t think it would.” I knocked over the vase I had already taken the water out of, and it shattered on the floor. “Whoops.”

Reine knocked over a ship in a bottle. “Oh no. How terrible.” Then she upended the crate, letting everything scatter on the floor. She was so awesome.

I grabbed something off a shelf, but before I could throw it, I actually got a good look at it. It was a compass, and it actually looked valuable. “Huh. This actually looks rare.” I held it up for Reine to see.

She swallowed hard and took it carefully. “Yeah, this is…probably really valuable. Doubt they even know they have it or what it’s worth.” She kept staring, running her fingers over some kind of engraving.

I frowned. “Do you recognize it? A possession of an ancestor or something?”

“Or something. Father’s.” Huh. I guess she had said she lived longer than usual. But still. How old was she? That compass looked old. She pocketed it and looked around. “Oh look a closet. Is there anything in here not covered in glitter or sequins?” She held up a long coat with weird fur or something on it. “Or…are these feathers?”

“It’s shit, that’s what it is.” I grabbed the coat and used the crystal knife to cut a message into it. Dress like a real pirate.

Reine laughed and handed me some more before she paused on a long black coat mostly free of sequins and glitter that actually didn’t look too bad. “Actually, I think I might take a page from Triel’s book here, think they’ll recognize this at the masquerade?”

I blushed again, just imagining her wearing that. I smiled a little. “I don’t think you’ll be wanting for dance partners, that’s for sure.”

“Wait till you see my mask and you’ll probably rethink that.” She winked and tried the cloak on, and I flushed more. “Not as good of material as the real thing, but it’ll do its job-” Her eyes wandered over toward the door, and she said something I didn’t recognize, and she had an accent when she spoke again. “I think they might be coming back.”

I frowned. How did she know that? I hadn’t heard anything. But I trusted her judgment. I swore and ran over to the balcony. Wait. We flew up. I glanced back at Reine. “Would you be able to do the wing thing again? Or should I start climbing down?”

“Wings.” She ran for me, and I threw the coat I had knifed at the door just as it opened, and the person who had come in was met with the coat in their face. Just as Reine took off and flew us back toward the ground.

We both laughed, and I grinned. “We make a good thief team!”

“Simply the best!”

“So, we gotta steal more after all this’s over!” I paused as we got closer to the ground. I hadn’t been tons of help. She hadn’t had to bring me along. “Thanks for letting me come along.”

We got back to the ground. “Oh we should definitely do this again. And as if I could get you to stay if you heard what I’d planned.”

“You got me there.” I held out a fist to fistbump and winked at her. “And I owe you a clumsy, awkward dance at the party.”

She fistbumped and winked back. “I dare anyone to say anything about it too.”

#writeblr hunger games #writeblr

[stefciastark]

Scars ~ Webpril Day 6

A/N: Here is the final part to the "The Mines" mini story arc :) I hope you enjoy this little chapter of IronDad fluff. It's definitely a topic I want to expand more on with IronDad, and I definitely didn't address it enough in this fic (it's nearing 2a.m so I had to wrap it up somewhere) BUT if it's something you'd like to see, just let me know and it may just become its own fic :)Thank you to everyone who's been leaving comments and kudos as well. It's my first proper return to the world of fanfiction and your support and feedback means the world, so thank you!! xx

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This was the second time in…too soon, that Peter had to make a return to the realm of the ‘awake’. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to. There was an intense throbbing behind his eyes that pounded to the percussive beat of Pomp & Circumstance; it was a tune that he had been forced to sit through every year since he was a freshman as they gathered in assembly to wave the upperclassmen goodbye as they left for the real world. He decided that if he survived until his own graduation, he would petition for a drastic change of the ceremony music. ‘I Lived’ by OneRepublic seemed kind of appropriate.

He couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped his lips as the throbbing in his head shifted from the right to the left as he turned his head to the side. He felt smooth satin beneath his cheeks, a pleasant contrast to the rough gravel and dust that greeted him last time.

Sleep tugged at his consciousness, beckoning him away from a world that had so far greeted him with pain and uncertainty. Just his luck though that a pair of fingers began to snap repeatedly in front of his closed eyes.

“No, none of that ‘going back to sleep’ stuff, kid. Time to get up.”

Peter waved his hand in front of his face, trying to shoo away whomever dared invade his personal bubble. “G’way…”

“Ouch…Is that how you thank me for saving your life?”

Peter’s eyes finally cracked open, ready to give his speaker the biggest verbal whooping he could muster – which Peter faced it, he wasn’t going to sound particularly convincing either way. It was then that his mind finally caught up with what his eyes were seeing; Tony was sitting on the occasional chair to the right of the bed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hands locked together. His knuckles were white, and that tension bled into the expression on his face. Dark circles that looked like bruises shaded the underneath of his eyes, frown lines gently creasing his forehead.

Now that he had a moment to register the rest of his surroundings, he noted with relief that he wasn’t laying in a hospital bed, and there was no accompanying beep of the monitors that usually accompanied infirmary-esque surroundings. In the end, it was Peter’s view of the half-open sliding closet door that told him his answer; he was in his personal bedroom at the Avengers facility. A T-shirt Ned bought him for his last birthday that he’d been looking for for weeks hung at the front. It was the one with a pun that first made him cringe, but eventually grew on him until it inexplicably and unironically became one of his favourites. It had a large picture of a Spiderman mask, surrounded by text that said: “What does Spiderman do for a living? He’s a web designer!”

Thinking of Ned, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was forgetting something…

Tony saw the second Peter’s eyes widened in panic, and he quickly leaped off the chair to press Peter back down onto the bed as he tried weakly to get up. The pain in Peter’s right ankle that had gone unnoticed until that moment flared up, eliciting a small cry that was a mixture of pain and surprise.  

“W-where’s Ned, is he okay? He was with me in the – in the mine and he wasn’t waking up and -” Peter’s chest rose and fell rapidly, panic flooding his senses, the weight of Tony’s hand on his shoulder doing nothing to ground him, only making him feel claustrophobic as the memories of being stuck under rubble bubbled to the surface.

Tony immediately retracted his hand from Peter’s shoulder. He knew when Peter needed to be left to himself. As much as he wished he could hug the kid’s troubles away, the aftermath of Vulture left Peter with psychological scars. No amount of comfort, exciting new tech projects or keeping busy would undo what had happened, and it was something that Peter needed to confront on his own time and in his own way. Of course, Tony would be there. He would always be there.

“Ned’s okay, just a moderate concussion, some bruises and understandably a little freaked out.” Peter visibly relaxed at the update, glad to at least hear that his best friend wasn’t lying in a hospital bed somewhere, fighting for life. “You know, you’re lucky you’re the same type of super-freak like Rogers.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t he like,” Peter imitated a needle going into his arm and finished with a ‘fshhhhh’ as the imaginary needle plunger was suppressed.

“No, no, I mean he’s an entirely -” Tony stopped himself, dragging his hand across his face, not quite sure how to go on without trailing Cap in the mud. He didn’t particularly want to open that can of worms. Contrary to public opinion, he was trying to play nice. “Look, I’m tired, and that’s not what I meant,” he sighed. “I just mean you got very lucky, kid. Being strong and being able to heal like that is what saved your ass.”

“I’m pretty sure you saved my ass.” Peter’s breathing had slowed down, and he had sunk back into the mattress, eyes no longer looking like he was a deer stuck in the headlights. Tony mentally sighed with relief - crisis averted.

“First of all, I know, I was just being polite. Secondly hey, watch your language. I’m the adult, I get to use those words.” He raised a mocking eyebrow in response to Peter’s expression of light-hearted indignation. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not the one who makes the rules. I don’t want your aunt coming after me after you go home sounding like ‘The Dude’ Lebowski.”

They both entered an unspoken staring contest that was soon lost by both parties as Peter couldn’t refrain from sniggering after no more than five seconds, and Tony broke into a smile not long after. 

Peter’s expression turned serious once more. “Wait, how long have I been here? Does May know? Crap, I should text her, she probably thinks I’m dead, she’s going to freak.” 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y took care of that when you got here,” Tony looked down to check his watch, “nine hours ago.” 

A pregnant silence fell on the room. Peter’s eyes were cast down, staring studiously at the various scrapes and cuts along his arms; his souvenirs from Sterling Hill. Tony could see the gears turning in Peter’s head, and he wasn’t surprised in the least when Peter posed him a question.

“I know I can’t scar because of...y’know,” he swallowed, fingers clenching and unclenching the sheets as he refused to look at Tony. His voice was small when he asked, “But what do you do about the scars you can’t see?” 

Tony paused for a moment before responding. He’d known this question was coming for some time, yet he didn’t really have a response. “I still have nightmares about New York.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Point is, at the end of the day, I try not to let things I can’t control get to me. You did all you could, kid, don’t kick yourself for it.” 

Tony wanted to say more than his little anecdote but couldn’t quite find the words. Years of ‘tough love’ at the hands of his father didn’t exactly give him an ideal arsenal to deal with the sensitive nature of the topic, and the last thing he wanted to do was give Peter the same ‘Stark men are made of iron” ‘golden’ advice he got from Howard as a boy. He felt like an elephant in a porcelain shop, and he was afraid that one day Peter would break.

As Tony rummaged through the manila folders in his brain for the right thing to say, Peter yawned. “Thanks Mr Stark,” his body and mind still in recovery mode after the previous day’s events. 

“Get some rest, Spiderman. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He ruffled Peter’s hair and turned to leave, the kid already snoring quietly seconds after his head hit the pillow. 

Tony returned to his lab; he had some important unfinished business to take care of. Hours later, he had fallen asleep, head resting on his arms over his glass-top desk. The monitor above him glowed faintly in the darkness, thirteen separate tabs open ranging from ‘Supporting Your Teen’s Mental Health’, to the one that was currently displayed: ‘How to Be a Good Father’.

A/N:  Ah Tony, paranoid about wanting to be the perfect father figure to Peter and not wanting to repeat his own father's mistakes. Either way, the (alluded to) topic of this concluding piece is something I want to maybe dedicate a longer fic to. I didn't really feel as if I could give it the attention and in-depth discussion that I wanted to. Unfortunately, juggling university, life, and writing these daily as they come because of the nature of the challenge (and I'm super scared of falling behind with the prompts) means that a lot of these aren't as fleshed out as I'd like them to be, and I'd love to give some of these some more love once the challenge is over. ANYWAYS, long rant aside, hope you enjoyed the small concluding piece to 'The Mines', and thank you for your continued support :) xx

#webpril day 6 #webpril 2021 #irondad fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #angst #h/c #h/c fanfiction #emotional h/c #fanfiction #writing prompt #writing challenge #fluff

[angelcorebabyowo]

Name: Slow dancing in the dark

Chapters:1/1

Summary: Sometimes you just have to slow dance with your friend on a balcony because there's a Masquerade party going on downstairs and both of your dates left you high and dry. Sometimes you and that friend fall in love in the process, who knows. 

Paring:Fitzroy/Argo

Word count:1,578

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"Well Fitz, care for a dance?" Argo asks, interrupting the awkward silence and stretching an arm out for Fitzroy to take. His mask, one of the ones that would only cover the area near the eyes and was more for decoration than anything, was next to him on the railing and looked as if one bust of wind would send it over the edge in a heartbeat.

"Ask properly now." Fitzroy teases and crosses his arms looking at Agro, a smile playing on his lips before whipping his eyes with the coat of his crimson suit despite not even crying. His own mask, one that covered the full top half of this face only leaving room for the eyes, was discarded on one of the few chairs that were seated against the balcony. 

"Well sir Fitzroy Maplecort," Argo started with a bow making sure to keep his arm outstretched and a wide smile, he even laughed softly before getting the full sentence out. Fitzroy's breath hitched slightly. Sure Ago had already asked him to dance but something about how it was going on this time; now that it was more in proper formatting, it felt more special somehow. He couldn't focus on anything other than the man in front of him and the soft music blasting from the downstairs speakers and even he knew what would come next.  "Seeing as we've both been left to dry, would you care for this dance?"

"I don't know," Fitzroy whispers in a tone that would only be described as longing, despite what he said though, he gently took Argo's hand and bowed before standing up straight. Despite the quiet tone, his voice was also filled with the sound of a laugh that couldn't quite come out yet, then again he mostly always sounded like that whenever in the company of the other. "But...If you insist, it'll be rude for me to decline" 

Argo grinned and stood up straight before rubbing Fitzroy's knuckles with his thumb for a second before getting himself in position, one hand on the other's waist and one keeping their hands interlocked. Argo takes this as lone of the rare chances to pick fun at the way Fitzroy was taking at the moment: "Incredibly rude, I do say."

Fitzroy doesn't comment on that but does roll his eyes playfully. "Do you even know what you're doing?" Fitzroy smiles, amused while resting his arm lazily on Argo's shoulder, the height difference wasn't too significant but ever since his recent growth the whole thing was still somewhat awkward.

"Not in the slightest," Argo smiles back shifting on his feet tying to figure out the correct footing. He's danced before of course, but that was in the past with wild movements that seemed unplanned and planned at the same time. That was the complete opposite of what was going on now.

"Then don't you think I should lead?" Fitzroy asks right as the song downstairs shifted to a more appropriate song for something like this.  He was going to comment on the timing before Argo cut him off. 

"Nah, I got this!" Argo quickly states and starts the dance,  his movements a little wobbly but at least accurate to what he was originally intended to be. Fitzroy was beyond thankful for that at least. "I swear!"

Fitzroy laughs softly, more of a chuckle, and follows his lead. Now having to go oven slower then he was used to, which in his defense, wasn't all fast. He was self taught in this department, surprisingly,  one of the things not taught at knight school was the whole ballroom dancing thing. You'd think it would be a thing but no, it was not. "If you step on my feet I will shock you without a second thought" he says after a few close calls. 

Argo smiles mischievously,  sticking his tounge out, before gently stepping on the others feet,  "Whoops." He was laughing now, and completely stopped moving as the pair got closer to the edge and he didn't feel like explaining that to people. 

"Ow! Why you little-" Fitzroy cuts himself off by just how much he was laughing. His cheeks were flushed a lighter shade of red already and worth this it seemed to only grow darker. He quickly, and at a very low voltage, shocked Argo more so to prove his point then anything. It also got him a tad seeing as their hands were still intertwined so he winced slightly. 

"That hurt!" Argo whined with a playful pout, clearly not being truly affected at all. He was still laughing and was leaning on the railing again,  still not letting go of Fitzroy's hand. While he could've looked over the edge, or at the sky and stars he continued to look over at Fitzroy with a smile on his face. 

"That's what you get!" He smiles before pulling his hand away and leaning next to him but opting to look up at the sky instead, squinting as if looking for something as he did. He was calmed down enough to not fall over after all. 

"Kwss it bewwer?" Argo jokes reverting to baby talk something he knows Fitzroy found somewhat annoying, while still looking over at said half-elf.  He just wanted to hear them laugh again, just  to hear it. Wanted to be the person to cause it. 

Fitzroy snorts and pushes him playfully, having the other stumble slightly. His blush was starting to come back but at the tip of his ears. "You're revolting!" his words dissolved into laughter that then dissolved into just stifled giggles.  

"Just for you" Argo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hearing it in his ears as if trying to escape its prison. This really wasn't how the day, well technically night, was meant to go but he wouldn't trade it for the world. "Now, are we going to get back to this dance or are we goin'  be waitin'?" 

"Nah, I vote we just kinda sit around." Fitzroy says before doing the exact opposite, taking Argo's hand and placing his hand on the other's hip. 

"Flip a coin?" Argo pouts.

"Nope, I'm leaning because I dont trust you to fuck it up again " fitzroy says leasung the dance, the song was different but this time it was one he recognized. He didn't know the name of it obviously but he does know it well enough to softly along. 

"I am beyond heartbroken." Argo jokes with a breathy sigh but allows Fitzroy to lead, quickly catching on and just as quickly being able to do it without nearly tripping. 

It was quiet again aside from Fitzroy's soft humming and the even softer music downstairs. It was awkward but instead welcomed like warm open arms on a cold day. The pair stayed like that for a second, just dancing but then the song ended and Fitzroy went silent again but Argo was too busy listening to the heartbeat in his ears and his own thoughts swimming to realize that it was over.

That was until Argo felt his arm get lifted up and a small kiss being placed on his knuckles, quickly jumped in surprise while getting pulled from his thoughts. It was soft and maybe that was the reason he noticed it, the way his hair stood up on end. The pounding of his heart only got louder and he warned more painful. 

"It was a good night, don't you think?" Fitzroy asks, now leaning on the railing but keeping their hands interlocked. 

"Didn't go according to plan but...yeah it was nice. " Argo agrees while leaning next to him while running his thumb over the others knuckle, it was a comforting feeling. He liked the feeling of it in honesty.

"We should start heading back to our room,  it's getting pretty late." 

"Do we have to head back right now? Can't we wait a few more minutes?'

"Yeah...I guess we can, but don't come crying to me in the morning if you don't want to go to class." Fitzroy looked over at him with a small smile, the tiredness in his voice was clear but that was the only indicator that he was tired. In the moon light it seemed as if his eyes sparkled and Argo had to stop himself from reaching out and holding the others face, his hand was enough after all.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Argo whispers now looking off at the horizon trying to find another place to look at then staring his friend in the eyes.

"Oh yes you would." Fitzroy accuses and gently squeezes the others hand on accident, it felt so natural he didnt even realize he was still holding it. When he realized he looked down at it and then back at the sky, leaning on the opposite hand and not even bothering to let go yet.

Argo laughs and shakes his head "yeah, I will most definitely doing it in the morning. "

"Don't you dare!" Fitzroy challenges.

"Watch me!" They both laughed at that before scooting closer to one another.

They'd have a lot to talk about in the morning, that was a given, but in this moment they just stood there going from wild laughter to slipping into yet another comfortable silence. Not moving until people started to leave the building, and even then they where the last ones out of there. Still not letting go of each others hands.

#maplekeene #taz argo #taz fitzroy #sir fitzroy maplecourt #taz graduation #the adventure zone: graduation #writting #slow dancing #open ending #but not actually #please rate #crosspost #originally on ao3 #on amino

[seven-oomen]

Hi Ben!  I see you’re still enjoying the absolute insanity that has gripped tumblr the last couple of days XD .  As someone who’s been a tumblr lurker for a number of years, this is hysterical enough from my side.  I can’t imagine the sheer ridiculousness of seeing it firsthand.  Virtually every blog I check, no matter if they’ve ever seen a SPN episode or not, has been posting about it.  It is WILD.

I feel like I’m at least a little lucky that I always skewed more ‘lock’ than anything (mainly because my 'who’ took a hard dive into Torchwood and never really recovered), so there’s less emotional flashbacks/richochets/rollercoastering/etc.  (Yes, I did in fact see the news about Sherlock season 5, but I never saw season 4 because of some of the feedback I heard before I got the chance to watch it, so it’ll take something truly impressive to draw me back now.)  Although in a roundabout way Sherlock is what eventually led me to Teen Wolf because of multi-focus blogs, so I guess I can thank it for that.

Work was one of those super fun days where the manager leaving not long after I got there was all “Yeah, it’s been really calm, and both deliveries so far have been small and should be easy to deal with."  So of course, about an hour after he leaves, four more pallets full of stuff show up, so I spent pretty much my whole shift trying to get everything checked in.  On the one hand, yay, less customers, on the other, hauling that shit around in a mask gets hot.

That dish sounds delicious, and definitely better than my sad lunch/dinner at work.  Ngl, I’m extremely jealous.

And omg, the last line post now has me nervous again because there are multiple options of who is saying whatever it is to whom, and all of them hurt.  XD  Also very here for the idea of a pack of three year-olds trying to pull a Parent Trap on their respective dads.  Is there a treehouse or playhouse they can lock them into to talk?  A moment of Jax and Stiles pointing out that they both agree on this, so they should know that it’s serious?  Trying to make them draw or write down why they’re sad, or whatever similar coping skills the dad usually has the kid use?  Trying to take away a treat of some sort/ground them from doing something/etc until they agree to talk to each other?  So many possibilities.

I cackled at that coffee shop guy post, because the sheer obliviousness demonstrated by the op throughout the story is almost the exact energy being displayed by Peter in my fake dating fic and seeing a story of it happening in RL about took me out.  XD

Also, I’m super curious what kinds of rituals you’re planning for the fic.  Good, bad, druidic, wolfy, pack, wedding, birth, sexy, friendship, binding, warding, ???  Inquiring minds want to know (whenever you are ready to share of course.  Inquiring minds can also be patient. ;D )

Oh, a funny moment at work!  I was picking up one of the pallets after I’d emptied it, and there was a knot in one of the boards that I almost knocked out as I grabbed it, and my brain’s immediate thought was "Whoops, almost just popped the knot on that wood”, immediately followed by the thought “Oh god, no, jesus christ, PHRASING, tonight of all nights, no."  (I am super sad that there is no one I work with that I could scream about this with.)

Anyway, I should wrap up because I need to leave for work soon.  Enjoy the continuing thrill ride that is this site, and best of vibes for any writing attempts today!  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Okay I’m gonna add the preview to your fic from your last message to this one so I have it all in one message here. Because after writing over 3K yesterday my brain is just really tired and I keep wanting to nap today. Haven’t done much and replying to two messages is a bit much. 

On the flip side, I did update Final Masquerade today and that chapter is almost 7K long. So yay!

Also, my fucking feelings while writing that. Jesus christ on a pogo stick.

And in the spirit of “Oh, did you say enemies-to-lovers?  Sorry, I heard idiots-to-lovers”, here is another preview from the fake dating fic, because I love this part, and it features the first appearance of Fashion Consultant Peter:

“Peter, what the hell are you doing in my closet?” Noah’s voice sounded like it was thankfully more bemused than annoyed, but Peter knew that it could be a fine line to walk.

“Trying not to cry in despair, for the most part. Why is everything you own at least a size too big and some shade of brown?” Peter called back over his shoulder, still staring at the somewhat neatly organized rainbow of dull, listless neutrals in growing dismay.

“I’m wearing a green shirt right now, asshole, and not all of us are interested in looking like we got squeezed into our clothing by force. Some of us actually acknowledge our age, and try to dress somewhat appropriately. Some of us also understand the value of blending in.”

“Okay, firstly, age, as they say, is just a number. Secondly, there’s trying not to stand out, and there’s just giving up. Though frankly, I’ve never quite put much stock in either.”

“Color me shocked to hear that from someone I’ve seen wear a cardigan like it was an actual shirt on more than one occasion.”

Peter shrugged as he continued to rifle through hangers and peek into storage containers, though he wasn’t certain that Noah could even see him from within the depths of the walk-in. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” The sigh that answered him held a level of long-suffering, begrudging patience that Peter was far more used to hearing directed at Stiles than himself.

—–

Why yes, there is indeed a trip suit shopping in the story.  Basically, I am cramming in every random obnoxiously trope-y thing I can remember from the few rom coms I’ve seen.  Also, there is so much food in this story.  Like, it’s ridiculous how often there someone ends up eating something.  I’m not even sure where it came from.

I’ve been reading this multiple times in the last few days, it’s just so cute! 

He’s in the closet huh? Is he gonna come out?

Sorry, sorry, I’ll can it XD 

And honestly, I think Tumblr’s 2012 insanity streak is the only thing keeping me sane right now. Because holy shit what a week.

I never really got into Sherlock myself or Doctor Who. I think I saw one episode of Dr. who (with David Tennant I think) and three episodes of Sherlock because my mom used to watch it.

I saw 12 seasons of Supernatural though, I definitely had an obsession with Destiel and particularly Dean Winchester. Fun fact; Cosplaying Dean made me comfortable enough to come out to my friends as transgender. Because I realized that I couldn't hide my gender even if I tried so hard for over 23 years.

And it was Supernatural that eventually led me to Teen Wolf. Well, that and Grimm, which was also a really fun show and really interesting.

Oh boy, yeah whenever a manager told me that I knew I was gonna be in for a very interesting night. For sure, sucks that you had to do that in a mask though. But on the other hand, no customer interaction does sound like it was a nice break in a way. And OMG I snorted!

It’s a good thing we don’t work together, I feel like the jokes wouldn’t have ended. My god I’m still snickering.

And omg, the last line post now has me nervous again because there are multiple options of who is saying whatever it is to whom, and all of them hurt.  XD  Also very here for the idea of a pack of three year-olds trying to pull a Parent Trap on their respective dads.  Is there a treehouse or playhouse they can lock them into to talk?  A moment of Jax and Stiles pointing out that they both agree on this, so they should know that it’s serious?  Trying to make them draw or write down why they’re sad, or whatever similar coping skills the dad usually has the kid use?  Trying to take away a treat of some sort/ground them from doing something/etc until they agree to talk to each other?  So many possibilities.

I do have a bit of an idea to have them go to the cinema with the kids and make them watch the parent trap, which of course leads to all sorts of shenanigans back at home where Allison and Malia are constantly trying to lock the dads in a room together, aided by Derek and Laura because Malia can’t reach the door handles just yet. Meanwhile Stiles and Jackson are coming up with increasingly elaborate schemes for two three-year-olds that involve their dads being locked in tree houses, sheds, and other places. Not to mention, the kindergarten pact.

And I like to think at some point the wives and Melissa start helping the kids as well. I mean I’d really like to build one giant polyamorous family for this fic.

#ben says stuff #my convos with anon #B #submission

[navollidiot]

$35 (robbe x sander fic)

idk why i did this but this is 2.6k words of utter nonsense and robbe and sander are in their mid-to-late 20s i guess (i was imagining robbe being 26 and sander being 27) also the original quotes from the office are word-for-word in the beginning of this but after that i went completely off the rails lmao i’ve never seen the show so this isn’t a real office!au

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Robbe sighs. He massages his temples, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them.

“Yasmina is coming later today. I cannot have a subordinate trying to make me look stupid. Okay? I need you to promise me you’ll be on your best behavior.”

“I promised other people that I would be on my worst behavior,” Sander sounds nonchalant. “And I gave them my word, so…”

“Don’t make me fire you,” Robbe warns.

“You can’t fire me. You’re acting manager.” Sander is infuriatingly calm, those green eyes unwavering. “Not office manager. So you have no firing powers.”

Robbe leans forward in his chair. “Don’t make me pre-fire you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch this,” Robbe points at him, doing his best to glare down the man sitting before him. Does he look intimidating? Does he sound intimidating? He hopes so. “You’re pre-fired. And when I’m promoted, you’ll be full fired.”

Sander gets to his feet.

His voice is low as he stares right back at Robbe, his face a mask of complete seriousness.

“If you get promoted,” Sander says, “and if you haven’t fallen in love with me by then.”

The words hit Robbe like a wave crashing onto the shore.

“What?”

He thinks he might have blacked out for a second there.

“Yeah, you heard me. The company retreat is this weekend and, well, let’s just say there’s a crisp twenty dollar bill in my pocket waiting to bribe whoever’s in charge of assigning rooms.” Sander wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” Sander winks. Robbe’s heart skips so many beats he thinks it might have stopped. “Anyways, gotta run. I have a meeting at three. Good talk, IJzermans.”

The second Sander has sauntered back through Robbe’s door and out of sight, his heart immediately starts overcompensating for earlier, pounding so hard that he’s afraid it might burst right out of his chest and run after Sander.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, sinking down in his chair and covering his face with his hands.

--

The one who assigns their rooms, much to Robbe’s chagrin, is none other than Jens. Just his luck that the only person in the office who knows about his crush on Sander is also the one who now holds the fate of his weekend in his grasp. The utter humiliation of it all.

He takes another swig from his beer, and dusts a bit of sand off his leg. He’s lost count of how many drinks he’s had but he suspects that quite a few of the empty bottles in the pile between him and Jens belonged to him.

He certainly doesn’t let his gaze linger on Sander’s tiny, half-naked form in the distance where he’s currently dominating in a game of volleyball on the beach with the girls.

“I’m never trusting you with any personal information ever again. This is why people keep their secrets bottled up instead of confiding in their friends. I get it now. The second we get back, I’m legally changing my name and selling my house.”

Jens bumps his shoulder. “Look, you can keep griping on about this all you want, but why don’t you just see where this goes? You might be surprised, Robbe. Trust your best friend, come on.”

“We’re not friends anymore.” Robbe hiccups angrily, if that’s possible. “You revoked our relationship the second you took Sander’s money.”

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt if it would finally stop you from pining after him.”

“I don’t pine,” Robbe insists. Tiny Sander launches himself into the air, spiking the ball perfectly into the sand. He is not pining. His head is spinning a little too much for that right now.

Tiny Sander scoops up one of the girls from accounting—Britt, from the looks of it—into his arms and spins her around a few times, whooping. Not pining at all. He finishes off his beer and reaches for another one without thinking. It’s a little difficult with how much he’s swaying but he manages to get the cap off the bottle.

“Just so you know,” Jens nudges him again, “Britt offered me fifty to give her a room with Sander but I turned her down. I turned down an extra thirty bucks for you, man.”

“How magnanimous of you,” Robbe grumbles. But he clinks his beer against Jens’ proffered can of Rolling Rock.

Tiny Sander is rapidly increasing in size now, as Robbe realizes that he’s running towards them, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he skids to a halt next to the cooler and spraying sand everywhere. Robbe brushes himself off but he’s unable to stop himself from squinting up at Sander. His shock of bleached blond hair is brighter than the sun and Robbe can’t tear his eyes away.

“Hey, IJzermans.” Sander pops the cap off a Heineken and chugs half the bottle in one go. Robbe tries not to choke at the sight of a solitary bead of sweat running down Sander’s neck and collarbone to his bare chest. And for the most part he succeeds.

“Hey,” is all he can manage.

Sander seems unfazed by his short reply. “Join us for the next round? You too,” he nods at Jens, who brightens.

Robbe tries to wave Sander off. “No, I’m not really—”

“Come on, you’ve just been sitting around drinking since we got here.” Sander gestures around him. “I’m starting to think you don’t wanna be here.”

Jens gets up. “I’m game.” He holds out a hand to Robbe.

“God, you two are so annoying. Fine.”

He takes Jens’ hand and gets to his feet, stumbling a little. Or a lot. At least enough that Sander catches him by the shoulder.

“Careful now.”

Robbe wriggles away from Sander’s touch. “I’m fine. Just a little—hic—tipsy.”

“Hey.” Sander actually sounds concerned. “How much have you had to drink, Robbe?”

“Dunno,” Robbe gestures vaguely at the bottle pile. He looks at the bottle in his hand, or tries to; his eyes are having trouble focusing. His brain, too. He attempts to remember how to count. “Six, maybe.” Numbers are so wild.

“You don’t look so good.”

Robbe doesn’t feel so good either, but he’s not about to admit that.

“Let’s get you some water, huh? And maybe lie down in the shade.” Sander’s grip is back on his arm and this time he’s too dazed to shake it off.

“I’m—no, ’s all good,” Robbe protests weakly, “Sander, seriously—”

He doesn’t remember hitting the ground.

--

A soft voice pulls him back into consciousness.

He feels awful and sluggish and the second he moves to sit up, he knows he’s about to empty his stomach of its contents.

Sander (now fully clothed, praise the heavens) moves the trash can next to him just in time.

Robbe lets out a drawn-out groan. He hasn’t puked his guts out like that in years.

“Fuck.”

“Doing okay?” Sander rubs a soothing hand in circles across Robbe’s back. It’s nice. He’s tempted to lean into the touch. But he stops himself.

“Yeah, ’m fine,” Robbe mumbles, not wanting to sound too grateful, but also not wanting to come off as a complete asshole.

“I figured it would be better for you to rest up in our room. Away from prying eyes and all that.”

Our room?

It occurs to him that he is, in fact, in a bed. In the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, to be precise.

Sander is tall enough that he has to crane his neck weirdly to be able to fit in the space where he’s sitting on the edge of Robbe’s bed. It can’t be comfortable. Robbe has half a mind to tell him to scoot further onto the mattress so he can reposition himself, but—no. That’s crazy. He’s got to be out of his mind. Why would Sander—

“If you want, I’ll leave you alone.” Sander interrupts his train of thought, looking a little sheepish now. “I only woke you up because you were… um, well. Talking in your sleep.”

Oh, no. What did he say? He’s afraid to ask. But he has to know.

Sander must sense Robbe’s rising panic because he’s quick to dispel it. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything bad.”

“Just because it wasn’t bad doesn’t mean it wasn’t… embarrassing,” Robbe mutters.

Sander tilts his head. “What makes you say that?”

His eyes are full once more of that playful mischief Robbe has grown accustomed to over the past couple of months, ever since Sander was first hired. From the get-go Sander has seemed intent on tormenting him in every way possible. That doesn’t mean Robbe is giving into his tactics any time soon, though.

“Just tell me if you’re going to tell me. Or else get out and leave me alone.”

Sander just grins at him. “It was my name.”

“What?”

“You were saying my name.”

“I—” Robbe stammers. “You’re lying. You’re trying to fuck with me.”

“Nope.” Sander is still grinning. “Well, I am trying to fuck with you, but not like that.”

Robbe would have tackled Sander right there—and not in a sexy way—if he didn’t still feel a little sick to his stomach. He’s momentarily paranoid that someone else might be around to overhear their conversation.

“Are we alone?”

Sander cocks an eyebrow but answers without further prompting. “Still down at the beach. Moyo said something about a bonfire.”

“Okay, listen.” Robbe curls a fist into the bedsheets to try and ground himself. “I don’t know what you’re planning but I want no part of it. This is hard enough for me as it is.”

“Robbe, what are you talking about?”

“That thing you said last week,” Robbe hisses. “You know.”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

He could slap Sander. Or kiss him. He’s not sure which option is more appealing right now.

“When I pre-fired you,” Robbe says slowly, not wanting to have to finish the rest of his thought aloud, “and you said…”

“Yeah?” Sander replies.

“ThatIwasgonnafallinlovewithyou,” Robbe rushes out.

To his surprise, Sander falls silent. His gaze, normally so steady and certain, is all of a sudden shy, eyes darting everywhere except to meet Robbe’s.

And then he reaches out to cover Robbe’s hand, still clenched tightly shut, with his own.

The whole world seems to slow down.

Sander looks back up at him.

“Did it work?”

Robbe thinks he must be having a fever dream. He almost lifts a hand to his own forehead to feel for a temperature. He definitely does feel hot all over though, but especially where Sander’s skin is still in contact with his, because he apparently isn’t cognizant enough to have pulled away yet.

“You,” he starts, “you asshole. It’s not nice to lead someone on like this.”

Sander’s eyes go wide. “Robbe, I’m serious.”

His hand fumbles with Robbe’s, coaxing his fist to loosen its grip on the bedsheets before twining their fingers together.

Robbe breathes out a shaky, “Oh.”

“I’d kiss you too right now if you didn’t taste like vomit.”

Robbe shakes his head. He’s smiling so hard his face hurts. “Where’s the commitment, man? I’d kiss you to prove I liked you if you’d just thrown up.”

“Wow, you are in love with me, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That’s a funny way to say yes.”

For the first time of what he hopes is many, Robbe buries his face in Sander’s shoulder to hide his reddened cheeks.

It’s a nice change.

One of what he hopes is many.

--

The rest of his hangover is significantly easier to deal with than he could have ever hoped for, thanks to Sander spending most of it next to him in the tiny bunk bed.

(They only leave the room twice—once so that Robbe can rinse out his mouth in the bathroom sink and brush his teeth, and once so that Sander can obtain an armful of snacks from an ancient vending machine for Robbe to slowly nibble his way through.

“I’ll make you real food once you’re feeling better,” he promises.

Robbe only swoons a little.)

Once they’re settled back in their nest of blankets, Robbe sleepily curls an arm around Sander’s waist, fingertips grazing over the thin strip of lovely honey-colored skin where his shirt has ridden up.

Sander kisses his hair, then his temple, then the curve of his jaw, then his mouth. Robbe has never tasted anything sweeter or more luxurious than Sander’s kisses, savoring the unbelievable feeling of Sander smiling into them, the slow slide of tongues, the flutter of eyelashes against cheekbones.

The feeling of Sander being just as smitten with Robbe as Robbe is with him, this starlit boy, born of ambrosia and gold.

They exchange kisses and soft words and softer touches until Robbe loses all concept of the passage of time, and he jumps out of his skin at the sound of a knock on the door. Frankly, he’d also almost forgotten that Sander wasn’t the only other person in the world.

“It’s Jens,” a voice says through the door. “Are you two decent?”

“Fuck off,” Robbe calls back. “Just come in.”

The lock beeps as Jens lets himself into the room with the spare keycard Robbe had given him earlier, and swiftly shuts the door behind him.

“Well, you look cozy.”

Robbe is suddenly aware that he has one leg thrown over Sander and that they’re both in their boxers. But Jens is beaming down at them.

“The others were wondering where you two disappeared off to, so I pretended to go off and search for you.”

“Fuck,” Robbe drags a hand down his face. “I didn’t want us to become the office sluts who sneak away to hook up and end up having to keep it a secret from everyone else.”

“Hey, don’t call my boyfriend a slut!” Sander smacks Robbe in the head with a pillow. Robbe easily pins him to the mattress with one arm.

Jens grimaces. “I don’t know if it’s that much of a secret anymore. I don’t want to say everyone is suspicious about you but… they’re not not suspicious.”

“Goddammit,” Robbe groans. “I’m never going to be able to look any of them in the eye ever again.”

“We haven’t even had sex yet,” Sander supplies sadly. “What’s the point of them thinking we’ve done stuff that we haven’t? Takes all the fun out of it.”

“Okay, well, before you jump each other’s bones, I just wanted to give this back to you.”

Jens holds out the twenty dollar bill to Sander.

“What? Why?”

“I never planned on keeping it, dude.”

Sander makes a noise of disbelief.

“Think of it as a security deposit. Anyway, it’s clear that my work here is done.” Jens winks at them, dropping the money on the bed before slipping back out of the room.

Robbe stares at the wrinkled bill for a few seconds.

“What just happened?”

“I don’t really know,” Sander admits. “Except maybe that Jens is even more of a mastermind that I had expected him to be.”

“I don’t know about that,” Robbe purses his lips. “I’ve known the guy since high school. He’s not exactly the most… observant person.”

Sander shrugs. He snatches up the money, waggling it in Robbe’s face. “Well, at least let this be a lesson to you that sometimes investing is worth it and you get your money back.”

“I’m still not over the fact that I was worth twenty bucks to you, but you’re worth fifty to Britt? How is that supposed to make me feel?” Robbe flops across Sander’s chest in mock upset. 

“So how much would you have paid Jens to get to me then? Twenty or fifty? Or call it at the thirty-five midpoint?” Sander tucks his hands behind his head, smirking at Robbe with such fondness that Robbe feels it painfully squeezing his heart.

“Can’t put a price on love, baby.”

--

to be continued

#wtfock #rosander #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #wtfock fic #text #my work #writing #happy new year!!!

[solarune]

meet me on the rooftop

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers is implied at the end i guess, college au, spiderman au

warnings: wasn’t sure if i should put fem!reader or not bc it’s implied that reader has long hair that gets into their face at one point but not everyone that identifies as a girl has long hair and people that don’t identify as a girl have long hair so like??? pls let me know if i made the right decision lol

word count: 1,979

a/n: i listened to the soundtrack for “into the spider-verse” while writing the last 1/3 of this lmao. i was actually going to name this “let go” after the song by beau young prince (but decided against it bc i didn’t think it fit) on the soundtrack so listen to that song while reading this if you’d like? also this happened because of @retro-milk‘s spider-man!mark au and a drawing of spider-man!mark i saw on twitter

Mark smirks underneath his mask as he watches the bank robbers squirm underneath the webbing, their boots scuffing against the brick wall of the bank’s entrance as they beg him to let them go. Just as he’s about to reply, police sirens cut him off, their red, white, and blue lights lighting up the street around him, and Mark takes that as his signal to leave. With a mocking salute and a “See you fellas later,” he makes his way down the street, shooting a web to the roof of an office building and taking off just as the first police car arrives. Mark can’t help but let out a whoop of joy as he swings from building to building, the various noises of Seoul’s nightlife the soundtrack to his next destination. 

After Mark’s long and exhausting week, he definitely needed tonight to let off some steam, especially after the psychology midterm he took in the afternoon. He had studied all week long, gotten a total of maybe 6 hours of sleep in the past 2 days, but the second he read the first question of the exam, he felt his mind go blank. Mark was frustrated to say the least, so tonight’s victory was a much-needed pick-me-up and a great outlet to let go of everything.

He lets his mind wander as his body moves on autopilot, the route to his destination so well-known to him that he could probably get there with his eyes closed (he wouldn’t dare try that though because knowing his luck, he’d run face-first into a lamppost). His feet touch down on concrete, footsteps silent as he lets go of the web and takes in the sight before him: graffiti on the wall to his left, pigeon poop covering the abandoned wooden crates to his right, and the city of Seoul in front of him. Mark makes his way to the wall in front of him, slowly sitting down with a sigh as he takes everything in and takes off his mask.

He tries to not come to the rooftop of your apartment building too often for fear of getting caught, specifically by you, but he just couldn’t help himself tonight. He knows that he’s running a big risk, that you enjoy your alone time on the rooftop—stargazing while listening to one of your many playlists—that for all he knows, you could be there right now. But being there reminds him of simpler times. Before college, before he was Spider-Man, before things got so complicated and the world was black and white rather than various shades of grey. It reminds him of when you and him were still in high school and he would follow you up the fire escape to the roof. You would lie down on the cold concrete and look up at the stars and talk about anything and everything; your pasts, the weird kid in your geography class, how scared you were of what college would be like. Things were a lot easier back then.

Or maybe they just felt easier because you were always with him. Mark found you very comforting, which isn’t surprising considering you’re his best friend. The two of you balance each other out really well and had been inseparable since the 2nd grade when Mark moved to Korea from Canada; hell, you were one of the reasons Mark even became Spider-Man in the first place. Even now, with college consuming every minute of your lives, you and Mark still make time for each other. Because that’s what best friends do. But Mark is tired of being your best friend, is tired of constantly having to push down the confession that’s on the tip of his tongue every time he sees you. He wants to give you the world but he supposes that protecting the one you live in is good enough for him for now.

As he’s staring at the N Seoul Tower off in the distance, Mark hears quiet footsteps behind him and he scrambles to put his mask back on, cursing loudly at himself in his head. It’s only September, when the nights are still warm, of course someone would be on the roof. He turns around to see who it is while simultaneously planning his escape in his head, but freezes when he sees that it’s you. You stop in your tracks, your right hand fidgeting with the hem of his your old high school shirt and your left hand lifted up to him as if to show that you mean no harm.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like minutes, neither of you wanting to break the silence, but eventually you gather enough courage to ask, “Are you okay?”

Mark is taken aback at that; of all questions you want to ask him, you ask if he’s okay? “U-Uh, I… What?” he stutters out, not completely sure what you mean by that. Judging by the indentations on your cheek, he guesses that you had been asleep for around half an hour, which means you had been on the roof for an hour and a half before falling asleep. There was no way you would know about Spider-Man stopping a bunch of bank robbers only a few miles from your apartment. So there’s no way that you would know he’s hurt.

He sees you bite your lower lip and can’t help but smile softly at that, his eyes never leaving your face as yours look down at your feet. “S-Sorry, you were just… sighing a lot? But the sad kind of sigh, and also the exhausted kind, so I just thought I should ask because, well, when am I ever going to get another chance to talk to Spider-Man, you know?”

He can’t help but laugh at your rambling, the tightness in his chest easing up at your words and your presence. “I’m okay,” Mark nods, thanking God that he remembered to turn on the voice distortion. He wasn’t quite ready to have that talk with you yet. “It’s just been a long week. School’s been kicking my ass, I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep—you know, the regular college student type of stress.” He finishes his explanation with a shrug, mentally pushing down the stress when his mention of school makes him think about his psychology exam. “I had a psychology exam today and I didn’t do that great on it.”

You nod at his explanation, slowly walking over to sit next to him on the ledge. You sit far enough away to maintain a respectable distance but still close enough where he could smell the faint scent of the oil you put in your hair after you shower. “I feel that,” you chuckle, your hands clenching into fists where they rest on your thighs. “I had an exam today too, in my biology class, and I just completely bombed it.” (Mark has to stop himself from asking about your exam when you say that, his confusion as to why you told him earlier today that you thought you did fine almost giving away his identity.) You shake your head a bit and laugh to yourself quietly, letting out a sigh before looking up at him with a small smile. “My best friend Mark also had an exam in his psychology class today. He looked sad when I met up with him for coffee when we were both done with classes so I didn’t pry.”

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, Mark looking up at the sky and just beginning to wonder whether or not he should leave, whether or not it was even a good idea for him to be there in the first place, when you break the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

Mark looks over at you, his hand twitching when the cool breeze sweeps a couple of strands of your hair in front of your face. “You technically just did,” Mark jokes, his suit’s voice distortion making him sound a lot more confident than he felt. “But yeah, go ahead.”

You roll your eyes at his lame joke, huffing out a laugh before looking up at the sky. “How can you tell when someone is keeping something from you?” Mark freezes at that, every hair on his body standing straight up as he looks at you. “It’s just…” you begin, taking the hero’s silence and stare as a request to elaborate. “Mark hasn’t been himself lately. He hasn’t been sleeping, he seems really on-edge about everything, and sometimes… sometimes I even see cuts and bruises on him. And I try to ask him what’s going on, if he’s in some sort of trouble, but he always says that I shouldn’t think about it, that it’s nothing to worry about. But that’s ridiculous because of course I’m going to worry and think about it—I’m his best friend, first of all, and second of all, I’m already thinking about him half the time because I’m in love with him, but that’s an entirely different story.”

Mark jumps up at that, his feet hitting the concrete hard enough to make his teeth rattle, but he barely notices as he stares at you. “You’re what?” he asks in disbelief. You are in love with him? With Mark Lee, the boy who, to this day, still hasn’t found a way to make his heart stop beating so fast whenever he hears you laugh, who blushes whenever you tease him, who feels like he’s going to faint whenever the two of you so much as brush shoulders?

“I know, I know,” you reply while shaking your head. “I’m in love with my best friend, super lame. No need to tell me that, all of my friends already do on a daily basis.”

“No,” Mark disagrees, briefly wondering if you’re able to hear how loud and fast his heart is beating because that’s almost all he can hear at this point. “It’s cute actually. Like something out of one of those teen romance movies you find on Netflix, you know?” You laugh at that and Mark sits down beside you once again, a little bit closer this time. “And as for Mark, it sounds like he just doesn’t want to worry you. Since you and him have been best friends for so long, he probably knows that there are things that you’re worrying about too and he just doesn’t want to add to that,” he explains, finding courage from the mask and suit on his body to confide in you (whether or not you actually know it’s him). “You just need to trust him. I’m sure he’ll tell you whatever it is when he’s ready.”

Nodding at his words, you look out at the city once more, finding a new love for it in that moment. “Can I ask you one more thing?” You see him nod out of the corner of your eye and continue, a smile appearing on your face as you say it. “If this whole superhero thing doesn’t work out for you, can you keep trying to help people somehow? Because you’re really good at it.”

He can’t help but let out a loud laugh at that, the two of you standing up at the same time as the conversation comes to an end. Mark turns his back to the city lights, looking at you as he stands on the ledge. “I’ll try,” he agrees. With that, he takes a step back and falls off the roof, thrusting his arm out and shooting out a web as he begins his journey home. He smiles to himself when he hears you yell out, “Goodnight, Spider-Man,” letting out a whoop as he lets go of a web, closing his eyes as he falls before releasing another one.

#nct scenario #nct imagine #mark lee scenario #mark lee imagine #nct scenarios #nct imagines #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #nct one shot #mark lee one shot #mark lee x reader #spiderman mark lee #nct x reader #nct spiderman au #mark lee au #nct au #i haven't written something this long in years so i'm very proud of myself #i also really love spiderman so this has been a long time coming #not /as/ good as i want it to be and definitely didn't go the way i thought it would go but i'm happy with it

[wildshadowtamer]

Relax, Stay Calm and Breathe

I made my first creepypasta story! It includes Kagekao, Puppeteer & Zachary, Seed Eater, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack and Dr.Smiley! (my version)

No real warnings other than a bit of angst and a tiny bit of shipping at the end.

I put translations for Kagekao so you can understand, keep in mind I used a translator so the translations are probably off but I have the English versions of what he meant to say next to it so excuse any mistakes!

Kagekao by Jinbeizamezama, Puppeteer and Zachary by BleedingHeartworks and ‘Dr Smiley’ (original, not my fanon ver) by KotoriOtome.

"これは楽しいゲームです！" (This is a fun game!) Kagekao spoke, his mask grinning happily, "Kage, nobody understands what you're saying" Puppeteer commented, sitting in his string hammock lazily, making Painter look away from his painting. "don't be so harsh, Puppet, he's a Japanese demon, give him a break." He added in, re-adjusting his mask and clearing his throat before continuing with his 'art.' "I could give him a surgery~!" Smiley chimed, Puppeteer rolled his eyes "Smiley, nobody wants a surgery from you.'' he remarked snarkily, making Kagekao's mask frown "そんなに失礼なことはありません！" (don't be so rude!) He complained, nudging Puppeteer a bit, who turned around and smacked Kagekao in the face.

"HEY!" Painter dropped his brush and ran over to Puppeteer, dragging him back as Smiley helped Kagekao to his foot, who fell when he got hit. "What's your problem!?" Painter exclaimed, forcing Puppeteer to turn around and look at him, he crossed his arms and looked away "He deserved it, f-" Painter put a hand to the Puppeteers mouth "Don't." he warned, the other glared, swatted his hand away and stormed off.

Painter quickly helped Smile comfort Kagekao, who was quite surprised and shaken up from getting attacked. "Are you okay?" He asked in a quiet tone, Kage hugged him tightly and started visibly shaking, Smile shot a concerned look at Painter, who sighed and started rubbing Kage's back "It's okay." He hushed, holding the scared demon to his chest.

"I've never seen Puppet act like that, you think he's...uh" Smile did a swirl motion with his finger against his head, Painter shrugged "Maybe, he's never been a stable one, that's for sure." He mumbled, not wanting to raise his voice too much "Help me calm Kage down first, then we can talk to him. I got his Puppet's numbers so I'll call them later" He explained simply, Smile nodded, and the two of them started walking the shaky demon back to Painter's house.

About an Hour later... "Finally, he's asleep" Painter muttered, Smile sighed with relief and sat on the edge of the bed where Kagekao was now asleep "By the way, we never shared names, right?" He mentioned, Painter sat down next to him and nodded "Guess not." There was a short pause before Painter got up and stood in front of Smile, who also got his feet "We should start with formal introductions."Painter held out a hand "My name's Helen, Helen Otis" Smile took his hand and shook it gladly "Devin, Devin Grin" He introduced himself, both spent a moment shaking hands before putting their hands back into their pockets and glancing around awkwardly.

"Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should probably go find Puppeteer." Painter, or rather, Helen spoke up after an awkward minute, Devin cleared his throat and nodded,  adjusting his grinning mask. "You said you have Zach's number?" He asked Helen, who nodded "Yup, Zach gave me his number in case Puppet got mad, and we needed help." He explained simply, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and dialling who Devin presumed to be Zachary.

"Hey, Zachary, yup, Puppeteer got mad. We dunno, Can you help? Yeah?" Great, thanks, see you in 10." Helen spoke on the phone for a minute before putting it down and nodding "He should be round in a few minutes, For now, we should get some food. It's been a few hours since I last ate." Both nodded and, after checking Kagekao once more, headed into the surprisingly normal apartment that Helen was living in "Wow, this place is so...normal" Devin seemed surprised at this, seeing as how weird the other two rooms in said apartment was, "Mhm, a nice little place in a calm little town, great for covering up your tracks."

"What'd you want?" Helen asked once they approached the kitchen, Devin shrugged "What'd you fancy?" He asked half-jokingly, Painter nodded before entering the curtained kitchen "Take a seat, make yourself at home!" He called over his shoulder to Devin. Smile looked around and laid on the fine satin couch after kicking off his shoes, not wanting to be impolite, Helen, after a few minutes, came back out with a tray of toast and two cups "Tea?" He asked, placing the tray on the coffee table. "Oh uh yeah sure" Devin adjusted his seating, so he wasn't taking up the whole couch, taking a slice of toast and pulling down his mask "So uh...why are you being so..." Smile trailed off, unable to find any non-insulting word. "Normal?" Painter asked, removing his mask and taking a sip of the probably scalding-hot tea, Devin flinched "Uh, yeah."

Painter chuckled and placed the cup down "Because I'm sick of being seen as a weirdo, a...a freak, y'know?" He sighed, Smile nodded and wiped his mouth "I get it. I'm just not really used to being treated like an actual person and not a..." He trailed off "....creepypasta" They synced, Devin took a deep breath before continuing eating, letting Painter vent.

and He did, for about 20 minutes before there was a knock on the door "Oh, coming!" Helen chimed, getting up and answering it "Hey Zachary, nice to see you!" He spoke to the out of view Proxy, presumably making small talk, but Devin was too focused on the weirdly calm feeling the apartment gave him, he didn't trust it yet he felt so...human. "Hey Doc, I got Puppet's location" Zachary sat down next to him "Ugh, just call me Smile." Devin groaned, not wanting to be known by his name by anyone but Helen, as he trusted him, despite the unusual calmness.

"So, he's about 40 minutes away, Slender's forest, I think," Zach explained, flexing his bruised and slightly bloody hand subconsciously, as a doctor, Smile couldn't help but worry. "Right, how are we going to get there? I'm certainly not going on foot." Smile asked, relaxing a bit when Painter sat down too "Well, Jeff said he'll drive us since he has a car." Zach explained, adjusting the strap of his mask, both boys sighed with relief "Well, at least We didn't get Masky." Painter joked, putting his mask back on, Smile suppressed a chuckle as he put his mask back over his mouth.

"So, how long is he gonna be?" He asked, Zach checked his phone "Knowing Jeff and his care for road safety laws, about 10 minutes." He stated, Painter snickered and nodded "Yup, sounds like Jeff." He joked, so for another 10 minutes, they chatted about Kagekao and his state until they heard the roar of Jeff's engine

"Speaking of, that sounds like him" Zach commented, getting up and gesturing for the boys to follow "Wait, what about-" Painter began "Rake will take care of him, don't worry," Zach answered, already heading down the stairs to the ground floor "Sup!" Jeff signalled them over from his car, blood red with black and white stripes going down the hood and (convertible) roof, he obviously had the hood down and was wearing sunglasses, which Zach rolled his eyes at. "Yeah yeah, jeff, we get it, you're sooo cool with your 1970s convertible," Zach remarked, which made Painter laugh, who jumped in the back seat. "Zach gets shotgun!" Jeff exclaimed as Smile got in and did his seat belt, to which he noticed Jeff wasn't wearing his.

"Jeff, you're going to get yourself killed if you're not careful." He commented bluntly, Jeff waved him off without even looking at him "Yeah whatever, let's just get back to the mansion, Me and Ben are gonna be playing video games later, and I'm not missing it!" He laughed and stepped fully on the pedal, Smile shook his head and muttered: "We're gonna die."

"Wait, Aren't we gonna take 40 minutes anyway?" Painter asked, Jeff thought for a moment and grinned "ROAD SAFETY LAWS PREPARE TO BE IGNORED!" He yelled, somehow going even faster "how long have you wanted to quote that show?" Zach asked in a monotone, nearly emotionless voice "YEARS." Jeff laughed and whooped as they sped past traffic.

About 20 minutes later, after some singing from Jeff and Painter (much to the embarrassment of Zach and Smile) and psycho driving, they arrived at the mansion's parking lot. Which, in reality, was an old dirt clearing Slendy cleared out a while back. Painter laughed "WE GOTTA DO THAT AGAIN!" He yelled with enthusiasm "HELL YEAH!" Jeff responded with the same bat-sh*t crazy enthusiasm. "And we are never doing that again," Zach said in the same flat voice as he usually has "Agreed" Smile mumbled, his heart going so fast he genuinely thought he was dead for a bit.

"Let's just go find Puppet." Zach sighed and got out, Smile and the other two following, Jeff hurried ahead "Im'a go, Cya punks!" He called back over his shoulder as he ran off in the direction of the mansion. Smile sighed "That guy is gonna be the death of himself with those kinds of driving methods." He muttered under his breath, Painter whined "Aw you two are no fun!" he complained, leaning against Smile. He blushed and put an arm around the Painter's waist subconsciously, Zach rolled his eyes "Get a room you two." He remarked flatly.

Painter snickered while Smile went several shades of red before pulling his hand away, crossing his arms and quickening his pace "Ugh shut up!" He elbowed Zachary in the ribs and sighed with annoyance "Where is he anyway? You said you knew where he was." He groaned, glancing at the dark seemingly endless forest "Calm down and stop complaining, I got it," Zach said, his flat tone getting weirdly uncomfortable, he lead them deep into the woods, a part Smile swore he'd never even heard of before. "what the hell is that." He asked suddenly, stopping in his path, Zach stopped and glanced to where Smile was looking: a huge brown and greyish-green beast laid a few feet away from them, listening to The Puppeteer vent "....I think that's the seed eater, Jack's new pet, it eats kids." Zach explained bluntly, Painter visibly shuddered, and Smile gave a look of horror and disgust at the creature. "Well, I guess we found Puppeteer," Zach added, whistling loudly to get their attention, Seed Eater jumped to its feet and snarled, Puppet whipped its side with his strings and glared at his Proxy angrily.

"Zach. Why are they here?" He spat, venom in his voice "They were worried you might hurt someone...or yourself." Zach mumbled the last part quietly, Puppet scoffed "Yeah right, they couldn't care less about me!" He snarled, tears obviously staining his face "Then why have you been crying?" Zach stated flatly, gesturing to the water stains on his Boss's cheeks. Puppet stumbled over his words, sputtered and looked away "I HAVE NOT" he declared angrily, obviously trying not to tear up again "I-I'M A DEADLY PHANTOM THAT SHOULD BE FEARED, I CANT FEEL SADNESS." He tried to yell, his voice noticeably shaky, as well as himself as he started to shake. "Hey, it's okay, you don't need to-" Painter tried to approach, but Puppeteer backed away "NO GET AWAY FROM ME! D-DONT T-TOUCH ME!" He backed himself up to a tree and crouched down, starting to cry uncontrollably. Painter ignored his threat and slowly approached him, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder, Puppet froze and looked up at him, golden tears down his cheeks "It's okay, we won't hurt you." He reassured the crying ghost, who was in his physical form now and trying to hide his crying, to little success "I-i'm not...c-crying..." He sobbed, stifling his sobs into his arms as he hugged his knees shakily "hey now, come here, I got you" Painter kept his voice level and full of understanding, no pity or hate at all.

Smile sat down next to Puppeteer and put an arm around him quietly, rubbing his back. "What'd he say?" Zach asked Seed Eater, who replied in a language neither of the boys understood, but he nodded along and thanked the beast, who returned the action and disappeared into the woods. "It's alright Boss, you can cry. Your not weak" He tried to put on a warm tone, but it didn't really work "I-i'm...sorry...I'm sorry." Puppet apologised, shaking his head, Painter held him in his arms and hushed him quietly "It's okay, everyone's fine, nobody's hurt." Painter reassured his friend, rubbing circles into his back comfortingly "C'mon, let's get you home." He muttered, looking to Zach, who nodded and ripped a paper off one of the trees.

A tall, pale, faceless figure appeared, Zach nodded when the figure glanced at him, despite not having a face, and kneeled down to the four of them "Thank you" It told Painter, then teleported the four boys back to Painter's apartment.

----------------- In the Apartment... Rake sat on the dresser, watching Kagekao silently, hunched over and occasionally glancing out the window, he dropped to the floor and crawled over to the bed, stroking the side of Kagekao's mask. "Good demon." he rasped, his voice light-toned but quiet enough for him to strain his voice.

Kage woke up and groaned at the sight of Rake "ここはどこ？" (Where am I?" He asked, unsure of Rake's Japanese "Paint's" It responded simply, not really speaking much of any language. "画家？ 彼はどこにいますか？" (Painter? Where is he?) Kage asked, turning on his back and sitting up, patting his mask a bit to check it's still on "Find Puppet" Rake rasped again, both of them jumping at the loud swearing yell that came from the living room, both of them fell out the bed. "Found him" Rake commented, shaking his head as he struggled to get up. "マザーファッカー..." Kage swore, stumbling to his feet and clearing his voice "このゲームはそれほど楽しいものではありません" (this game is not so much fun) He commented, rubbing his head painfully ----------- Zach fell face-first into the floor when they got teleported, he swore loudly, and an audible thud came from upstairs "I think they're awake..." Smile mumbled, helping Painter and Puppet to the couch "There there, I got you" Painter mumbled to him, holding him on the sofa softly.

"静かにしてください。 あなたは私を起こした。" (please be quieter, you woke me up.) Kagekao requested as he made his way downstairs, adjusting his mask and scarf "Hey Kage, sorry, Zach fell." Smile explained simply, letting Kage sit down "You feeling better? Need a checkup?" He asked, Kage shook his head and yawned "いいえ、大丈夫です。" (no, it's okay.) He told the doctor, glancing at Puppet, his mask frowned. "He's fine, just a bit shaken and emotional, we'll put him to bed in a bit" Zach commented, rubbing his mask painfully "Sorry I woke you," He said flatly, unable to really put sympathy in his voice.

"さて、私たちは食べることができますか？ 私はお腹が空いています。" (well, can we eat? I'm starving.) Kage requested, Smile nodded and went off to grab some food from the kitchen, Puppet's sobbing stopped a few minutes later, and he eventually passed out. "I'll put him to bed, I got a spare room." Painter got up and carried the sleeping ghost to presumably the spare room, Kage, Smile and Zach sat and talked while he did so. ---------- [Painter's POV] I kneeled on the bedside and laid Puppet down, he was surprisingly light for a passed out body.  I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair before getting up, but he grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back to the bed "Wh-?" Puppet hugged me in his sleep, mumbling something about loving me in his sleep, I blushed and shrugged. "Oh well, I'm tired anyway." I yawned, stroking his hair softly as we both curled up and I soon fell asleep.

[Kagekao's POV] I can sense a calming aura coming off one of the rooms in the apartment, it's been a few minutes after Painter put Puppet to sleep, so I presume he also fell asleep. Smile yawned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, a sleepy aura coming off him "Tired so soon?" I ask, probably in Japanese for them, luckily he and Zach can understand me. "It's been a long day, Kage. I'm gonna sleep in his bed, you coming?" He requests, I nod and get up, glancing at Zach, who shakes his head, "No thanks, I have to get home before Emra realises we're both gone." He explains, I nod and follow Smile up the stairs into the room I was just sleeping in, Rake isn't there anymore....shame.

"Well, Today was certainly eventful." Smile comments, taking off his doctor coat, tie and mask "I slept through most of it." I joke, removing my scarf. "What, aren't you gonna take your mask off?" Smile frowns, gesturing to my mask. I freeze and gulp, rubbing the back of my neck nervously "Uh well..." I begin "I'm a demon, not really...comfortable taking off the mask." I explain to the best of my abilities, still in fluent Japanese. "Surely It's uncomfortable to wear all the time, right?" He asks, I feel the mask frown, and I growled "I'm. Not. Comfortable. With. It. off."

He flinched and nodded "Yeah, okay, I won't push you." He lays on the bed and turns on his side to face away from me, which I use to my advantage in changing my clothes. As Painter left some on the nightstand for me earlier. I could have sworn I heard him purr at me though. When I do eventually lay down and turn on my side to face him, I jump as he's about 3 inches away from my face...he's awake, I know it. I can feel like smug aura coming off him. "Hmph." I grab him, and he opens his eyes with a jolt "Wh- Kage!?" I smirk as he struggles in my grip, I pin him down, and my vision goes blurry for a moment before everything went black. I must have passed out. ------------- [Smiley's POV] "Goddamn it Kage!" I exclaim as the demon passes out on my chest, I can feel my cheeks blush, but I ignore it and close my eyes, trying to sleep. That's when I hear the window open and something crawl inside, I presume its just Rake, but when I feel something touch my side, I open my eyes and see a blue masked face looking down at me.

"....Jack." I growl, he takes a step back "oops" he shrugs, and I glare at him until he climbs out the window and leaves. But it turns out the Rake was also there because I saw him lay next to me and Kage after Jack left. "Can't I get one good night of sleep?" I ask rhetorically and somewhat sarcastically, Rake apologies weakly and I eventually fall asleep holding the demon a bit too comfortingly, but he didn't seem to mind.

#kagekao #creepypasta #is this a fanfic? #Eyeless Jack #Jeff The Killer #Dr. Smiley #Zachary proxy #slenderman proxy #Puppeteer #The Puppeteer #Puppeteer Proxy #Devin Grin #Helen Otis

[falseroar]

Code: Pineapple

((A short story where Abe and Y/N go and get some pizza. This is a followup to Not Your Case and has the fluffy ending that story was supposed to have before, you know, a literal serial killer entered the scene (whoops). Here’s a link to a list of other stories I’ve written, if you’re interested.))

Abe pushed his plate away as he sat back with a satisfied sigh and gave you a lopsided grin. “Gotta say, this wasn’t a bad idea, Partner.”

“You found the place,” you said before taking the last bite of your own slice of pizza. You had never heard of or even noticed the place before, but this pizza diner Abe picked sure knew how to make a good pizza. The two of you must have caught them in between rushes, because at the moment you were the only ones in the diner aside from the staff and a jukebox that seemed to only contain popular songs from the 70s and 80s. Somewhere in the back someone was singing loud and off-key to “I Will Survive,” but otherwise the place had a quiet and relaxed atmosphere.

“Yeah, the pizza’s not half bad, but I meant just spending some time together. Not on a case, I mean.”

“When’s the last time that happened?” you asked, cracking a smile.

Was there a last time, though? You really couldn’t drudge up a memory of time spent with Abe that didn’t involve a case or some life and death situation outside of your “birthday” party. Heck, this was the first time you two were alone together without the others where he didn’t insist on you wearing a bulletproof vest, just in case.

“I don’t think going to John’s house counted,” you added aloud and Abe suddenly coughed.

“Yeah, uh, no. Definitely not. Let’s never speak of it again. Hey, do you want some more soda?”

“No, I—” you started, but Abe was gone with both your glass and his. You watched him check around to make sure the only waiter in the place was still in the back before leaning over the counter to get to the soda fountain and frowned. He really was trying to avoid talking about it, not that you could blame him.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the glass, resisting the urge to give the drink a suspicious sniff before you added, “You know, we don’t always have to be on a case. If you ever just want to spend time together, we can.”

He hesitated, glancing down at his glass before giving you an unsure smile. “Of course, I know that. There’s plenty of other things to do, like…uh…”

You waited, but it soon became clear that nothing was going to follow.

“Abe? What do you do when you’re not on a case?”

He took a long, slow sip of his drink only to pull back and give the glass a suspicious look before putting it down with a louder than necessary thump. “Well, you know how it is, so many cases, there’s barely any downtime…”

“You work freelance though, you can choose how many cases you take on at once.”

He coughed again. “But, uh, it doesn’t leave time for much. Sometimes I get together with the Chef and Ben—er, Tyler and play cards. Watch movies at home. Sometimes, I, uh, read.”

“Mystery novels?” you guessed.

“Agatha Christie and Raymond Chandler are gems,” he said, although his expression after that suggested he maybe didn’t plan to sound as defensive as he did.

“Do you ever actually get out?” you asked.

“I get out plenty on cases,” Abe said. He gestured at the diner around you and pointed out, “I go out all the time with you!”

There was a pause and he added, “Professionally. Going out professionally. Wait—”

He stopped, flustered, and continued in a rush, “The point is I’m happy spending all my time on my work, now that I’m not wasting all my time chasing the Colonel I can really get down to business and get things done. Heels to the pavement, sniffing out clues, that’s the real stuff.”

He beamed at you and you returned the smile without the same intensity. Sure, you were glad that Abe enjoyed his work, and you had more than enough fun helping him when you could, but you couldn’t imagine that doing the same thing, day after day, could be good for anyone no matter how much they loved their job.

“You said you watched movies. Maybe someday we could catch something in the theater?” you suggested. “There’s a Pokemon movie I really think you’ll like—”

“No, absolutely not,” Abe interrupted. “As much as I love me some Ryan Reynolds, I lost a partner at the theater once. Dart to the neck, in the dark. Wasn’t until intermission any of us realized something was wrong.”

“Okay, wrong kind of theater, and I’m pretty sure that won’t happen again,” you said. When Abe looked less than convinced, you said, “Well, maybe we could play cards with the guys, give you an excuse to spend more time with them?”

“Because that turned out so well last time,” Abe answered. “Besides, the Chef kind of hates you.”

“He kind of hates everyone.”

He nodded to that but said, “Still a no.”

“We could go for a hike sometime, there’s—”

“Lost a partner in the woods. Literally and figuratively.”

“Bowling?”

“Have you ever seen what a bowling ball can do to the human skull? Because I have and—"

“We could go to the museum.”

“I thought the point of this was to avoid work? Because that place is a heist waiting to happen. If you want, we could look the place over and give the security some tips—”

“Okay, so no on that one.” You sighed and tapped your finger on the top of the plastic table. There had to be something Abe would be interested in that didn’t involve a case and wouldn’t bring up any memories of lost partners.

Abe shook his head. “Why are you so worried about this? It’s not like we have to decide on something now, right?”

“Well, yeah, I guess so—”

“And this was fun. No crooks, no criminals, no case. Just you and me, and some pizza…In the world’s quietest diner…”

He looked around, frowning at the empty tables around the place, and glanced at his watch before shrugging and looking back at you.

You met his eyes and smiled. “Yeah, you’re right. We should just enjoy this moment, maybe—”

“Maybe, since we do have some time, we could look at something together?” Abe suggested. Before you could respond, he was opening up his briefcase (how did you miss him bringing that in?) and pulling out a folder thick with papers and photos, paperclips all around the edges. It almost looked professional, except you could clearly see the other things in his briefcase included a pair of fresh underwear and socks and an apparently never used shaving kit. With one arm he shoved the plates and empty pizza platter out of the way so that he could lay the open folder on the table in between you.

“Abe…”

“It’s not a case, it’s just a little…brainstorming,” Abe said. “Look, the cops are spread thin and they just need a lead on to go on finding the gang who’s committed a couple of recent armed bank robberies. We don’t have to actually get involved. No stakeouts, no arrests, nothing like that.”

He looked up at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes and added, “…Please?”

You sighed. “Fine.”

The word barely left your mouth before he smiled again and began spreading out notes on the banks, witness testimonies, maps of the area, and a couple of photos that caught your eye as he went on a breathless breakdown on how the banks were robbed and the little the police knew.

“What’s this?” you asked, pulling the photos in question closer.

“Stills from the security cameras,” Abe said. He pointed at the top one and said, “All of the men were masked, of course, and the only distinguishing feature caught on camera is this tattoo.”

He pointed at a blurry zoom in that caught part of one of the thieves’ wrist, exposed between the glove and sleeve as he reached across the counter to pick up a bag filled by one of the tellers.

Abe rummaged around in the folder and came up with another paper, this one a drawing, which he said was an, “Artist rendering of the tattoo, based on what the witnesses saw. Apparently, all of the gang had a similar tattoo somewhere on them, but this is the only one caught on camera.”

You stared at the drawing of the snake wielding a knife and said, “This style…”

“Definitely unique, that shading and line use. Bet if we could find the tattoo artist, we could find our guys.” Abe paused and added, “I mean, let the police find them. We’re not going anywhere near these guys.”

“Yeah, about that…” you said weakly. “How, uh, common do you think this tattoo would be?”

“I don’t know, not very?” Abe shrugged and added as he started digging through the folder again, “But the odds of finding the right artist aren’t great, so if we had something else to go on—”

Abe continued talking as you studied the drawing. It was a very distinctive tattoo, and one you had seen on the wrist of your waiter when he brought your pizza to the table. The same waiter whose voice was getting closer to the swinging doors that separated the kitchen from the dining area, his voice raised as he said something to the chef but otherwise difficult to make out under the sound of “I’m Not In Love” playing from the jukebox.

Meanwhile, Abe was talking loudly about the robberies without a care in the world.

“Abe,” you said, trying to keep your voice low. “Abe, the waiter—”

“Yeah, where is that guy?” Abe asked without looking up as he skimmed over a witness’s statement.

“He’s coming,” you hissed as the man in question backed through the door, still talking in the direction of the kitchen but sure to turn around any second. “That tattoo, he—”

“Do you think we could get one of these witnesses to do an imitation of their voices? Just to get a feel for how they talked?” Abe asked over you, clearly too wrapped up in his case to listen. You’d seen him get like this before, but you didn’t have time for it now.

“Pineapple!” you said, practically shouting the word.

“What, where?” Abe asked, looking down at his own clothes as if checking to make sure he hadn’t spilled any on himself.

“No—” You stopped, eyes on the waiter as he turned and started walking toward your table, head still angled toward the kitchen. You dropped your voice to a whisper and said, “Pineapple, the code word the Host suggested for when something is bad and we need to get out of here right now, remember?”

“Oh, right, after the thing with the serial killer’s house,” Abe said and froze.

“Wait, what?”

“Uh, I mean, look at these timestamps, these guys had to be professionals to get in and out like that,” Abe said, no longer listening and straight up babbling now as he tried to change the subject as fast as possible, and his voice was rising—

And the waiter was coming this way, he would hear it all if you couldn’t get Abe to just stop talking for one minute—

Desperate and with no time to think of an alternative, you lunged across the table and everything seemed to fall silent including Abe when your lips met his, one hand on the collar of his shirt while the other reached blindly for the folder. The kiss was stiff and awkward at first, but while you were focused on getting that folder shut before the waiter could see what was inside, Abe’s eyes softened and it was your turn to be surprised when he leaned into it.

It tasted like pineapple.

“Hey, if you two wanted a private room in the back all you had to do was ask.”

And suddenly the music from the jukebox was as loud as ever but still struggling to compete with your pounding heartbeat as you settled back into your seat and said, “Sorry.”

“No problem with me,” the waiter said. He glanced toward Abe and said, “Is he okay though?”

Abe was still sitting there, eyes wide, one hand raised about to where your head had been only a second ago.

“Yeah, we, uh,” you glanced at Abe, who was blinking and slowly returning to reality, and said, “We were just talking about how he needs to get out more.”

You pulled out your wallet and gave the waiter his money, telling him to keep the tip just before you added, “Cool tattoo. Where did you get it?”

“Oh, little place down the street my buddies and I all go to. But if you’re looking to get a tattoo, can I suggest maybe not doing anything with names?” He glanced toward Abe before lowering his voice to add confidentially with a wink, “I think you could do better.”

“What? Excuse you, I’m a—”

“Pineapple,” you said quickly and Abe immediately glanced down again for stray pieces of pineapple.

You waited until the bemused waiter was out of earshot before you said, “I think it might be time to go.”

Abe nodded, but it wasn’t until you were both safely outside that he asked, “Are we going to talk about…?”

“…Do you want to talk about it?”

There was another long pause where you both tried to look at each other and at the same time avoid each other’s eyes before Abe said, “So about that tattoo parlor—”

“Yeah, sounds good, let’s go,” you answered, a little too eagerly. “And maybe on the way we can talk about picking a different code word.”

((End of Code: Pineapple. Hope you enjoyed it! To be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about this story. I don’t normally write anything that strays this close to blatant shipping territory, so this story and the next are different for me. But hey, a kiss doesn’t have to mean anything, right?

I don’t expect this to become a regular thing here. Either way, feel free to let me know what you think!

Tagging: @silver-owl413  @skyewardlight @withjust-a-bite  @blackaquokat  @catgirlwarrior @neverisadork @luna1350  @oh-so-creepy @purpstraw @weirdfoxalley  @95fangirl  @lilalovesinternet-l @thepoolofthedead  @a-bit-dapper @randomartdudette  @geekymushroom @cactipresident @hotcocoachia @purple-anxiety-blog @shyinspiredartist @avispate ))

#markiplier #fanfic #wkm detective #wkm y/n #pizza #bank robbery #code pineapple #lots of ways to lose partners #shut up kiss

[mainstream-deviant]

How about Ryou Bakura x Ryuuji Otogi (Duke Devlin) with urban exploration as a theme

Hello Anon! I hope you’re still around. :)

Hmm, another character I haven’t written much of anything for. Duke should get more fandom love though, really. So, here we go – dice boys on an adventure!

Summary: Ryou and Otogi turn an abandoned building into an afternoon adventure.

Rating: G

Word Count: ~1375, below the cut or here on A03

“Ooh, there! A gap in the fence!” Ryou hurried over to the tear in the metal mesh, and glanced back over his shoulder at Otogi. “Poor you, I guess you won’t get the chance to flirt your way in this time.”

“What a pity, my superpower will go to waste.” He caught up as Ryou was crouching down to shimmy through the fence, and took the opportunity to lean down and murmur onto his neck. “Maybe I’ll just have to flirt with you, then…”

Ryou laughed and ungracefully shoved a hand over his shoulder to push Otogi away. “Stooop, that tickles. Explore now, flirt later.”

Otogi chuckled, then let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh well, if I must.” He winked and slipped through the fence after Ryou.

They looked up at the abandoned building. Several windows were broken on the upper levels. Vines were growing thickly up the walls from the ground, obscuring most of the first level but only reaching the last of their thin tendrils the rest of the way up the brick wall. The murky windows and tangled vines would probably mean the lower floors would stay heavily shaded, even in the bright of day. Ryou had declared it the perfect spot for some exploring, and had been aching to get in here for weeks.

“Well, now we’re here.” Otogi slid in next to Ryou and looped an arm around his waist. “Where to first?”

“Let’s get in on the ground floor and see if there’s a basement. This building looks like it could have all sorts of interesting tunnels down there.”

Otogi groaned. “Of course you want to explore the basement first. I don’t know why I bother asking.”

“Me neither.” Ryou smiled sweetly up at Otogi’s disgruntled expression and pecked him on the cheek. “Let’s go!”

They circled the building until they found a door that could be forced open by shoving hard at it with their shoulders. Once inside, they could see that the it had probably been a storehouse or factory at some point in its life. There was a partial second floor above their heads, and huge open spaces throughout the building. The air smelled musty, but was remarkably clear for a building that had apparently been abandoned for some time. To Ryou’s delight, there was a stairwell leading down in the corner.

“To the basement!”

“To the basement.” Otogi reached into the backpack he carried for a pair of flashlights, and passed one to Ryou before clicking on his own and shining it down the stairwell. There were some decaying roots clinging to the walls, but the stairs looked stable enough. The corridor beyond it was pitch black. “You know, we should drag Jou along one of these times. Watching him freak out about every shadow would be better than TV.”

“Pfft, that’s mean.” Ryou clicked his flashlight on as well, and fell in step behind Otogi. “But you’re right, we definitely should. He can bring Yugi or someone along for moral support. I’ll bring the popcorn; you can bring the camera to record his shrieking.”

Otogi’s laugher echoed down the hallway as they crept into the underground hallway. To Ryou’s disappointment, it was a fairly standard dusty abandoned basement, without a mysterious hallway or secret underground passage in sight. There was one hatch that may have led to the old sewer systems, but the smells seeping out from it didn’t really encourage further exploration and they left it alone.

Ryou’s mood brightened up again when they came across a wall strewn with old graffiti. There were a couple of brighter pictures, but much of it was faded scribbles and splotches of paint. It was the perfect canvas to have some new life breathed into it. Rebuilding old graffiti had started more as a joke than anything else, but had now become a tradition for them, if they could find the right canvas for it. Ryou loved to leave a little mark behind. If any future explorers came through here, they'd know they weren't alone in their curiosity.

“Well, at least we’ll get to use the paints.” Ryou shrugged off his bag and started to arrange their supplies on the floor. “And it looks like no one’s been in here for a while, so we can probably use whatever we want.”

Otogi hummed as he stared at the wall. “We could put some characters over there, and someone left a couple of plants or something in the corner. I don't know what to do with those, though – ugh, I’m out of practice.” He ran a hand through his bangs to pull them from his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. Let’s just make it up as we go, I’m sure it will be lovely.” Ryou happily accepted a peck to the cheek before marching confidently at the wall. “First, I’m going to put a little goblin or something over in this corner. There are already some good murky colours to work with.”

Otogi chuckled at the predictable start point, shrugged, and then picked a random place to start. Over the next hour or so, they transformed a large piece of the wall. The brightened up some of the old art, and re-imagined other parts of it into new creations – old half-faded words became the patterning on armour, awkwardly abandoned leaves became full gardens. The effect in the end was kind of random, but at least the wall looked visited again.

They stepped back to admire their handiwork, and Otogi curled a finger through his hair as he took in their latest creation. “That’s not bad for having no plan when we started.”

“Not bad at all! I knew this building had potential.” Ryou pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. “Alright, let’s go have a proper look around upstairs. I think that’s all we’re getting out of the basement unless we come back with masks for whatever’s under the grate.”

“Let’s not, and say we did. I don’t want to smell like whatever that was. Even my fangirls would avoid me after that.”

Ryou scoffed. “Unlikely, but let’s not take the risk. I need them to help siphon off some of your flirtatious energy, or I’d never get anything done.”

“I don’t flirt with them that much.” He held Ryou’s sceptical look for a few seconds before his expression broke into a sheepish grin. “…it helps sales?”

Ryou broke into peals of laughter. “Well, that part is probably true. And we both know you flirt like you breathe. I think you’d explode if you tried to stop yourself, and that would be a real waste of a perfectly good boyfriend.”

“A waste indeed.” Otogi bent down with a flourish, and held Ryou’s fingers to his lips as Ryou continued laughing at his antics.

“Ok, ok, you’re very gentlemanly, now let’s get upstairs for a quick look. I’m getting hungry.”

Otogi threaded their fingers together as they made their way back upstairs. “As you wish.”

“Oh, honestly, do you ever stop?”

“Nope.”

Ryou rolled his eyes as they entered the main floor again. He clicked on his flashlight and stored it. “I’m going to have a look around for interesting bits and pieces before we go.”

“Hmm, yeah you were working on some kind of apocalyptic setting or something for your next campaign, weren’t you?”

“Yeah! Zombies! There’s bound to be some stuff in here I can use.”

The pair wandered the empty rooms. Ryou enthusiastically poked his nose in every corner he could find, and Otogi pointed out bits of scrap that looked useful. Ryou’s bag slowly filled with some of the most promising potential props, until they were interrupted by a loud grumble from his stomach.

“Whoops. I guess I’m hungrier than I thought.”

“Heh, I guess so. I think we’ve seen what we can for now anyways. Let’s go get you fed.” Otogi rearranged some of the scraps he’d collected into his pack and held out his hand for Ryou when he’d done the same.

Ryou looked up at Otogi with a bright smile as they headed back to the gap in the fence. “Good day?”

Otogi returned the smile and ghosted a kiss to Ryou’d forehead. “Yeah, good day.”

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[youngbloodseavey]

it started with a spider... // zach herron

moodboard by @tempus-ut-luceant

request: none

summary: while balancing superhero life and normal life, teenage superhero zach herron suddenly has a new variable swing into his balance. a love life.

pairing: spiderman!zach x fem!reader

triggers: cursing

disclaimer: this is NOT a direct copy of spiderman homecoming. there will be some parts that mirror the movie, but the dialogue and plot will not be the same. so like don’t expect this to be the same as the movie okay i’m glad we got that cleared up lmao

*imagine their secret best friend handshake to be the one peter and ned do in homecoming okay thanks

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zach herron was the last person anyone would think to be a superhero.

he was goofy and clumsy, not to mention a bit oblivious at times. he was an outcast in midtown high school, despite his charming personality.

“hey zachy-boy,” flash’s familiar sneer made itself known, the rosy-cheeked boy letting out a deep sigh. his chocolate brown eyes removed their gaze from the dirty linoleum floor, looking up at flash. he didn’t say anything, he knew that opening his mouth would just make it worse.

“what? too scared to say anything? you’re such a pussy, heroin,” flash scoffed, calling zach by the nickname he had dubbed him. “now get out of my way you little bitch.” flash didn’t give him any time to move, instead opting to shove zach out of the way and into the lockers.

the laughter of flash and his cronies echoed in zach’s ear, and his gaze met the tiles again as he began to scurry to his locker.

zach could feel the gazes from other students locked on his back, the pity and the judgement. the stares he knew all too well.

“zach!” the brown-haired boy jumped, his stride being stopped by a hand grabbing his shoulder. zach was whisked around, now facing his stopper.

“what do you want corbyn?” zach didn’t mean to sound irritated when talking to his best friend, but it simply came out that way. zach was having a very shitty day. he turned away and began walking to his locker again, corbyn jogging beside him to keep up.

“geez, what has your panties in a twist? was it flash again?” corbyn’s jogging came to a halt, slowing down to a casual walk.

“when is it not flash?” zach grumbled, finally arriving at his locker and putting his combination in. he opened it, the door of the locker slamming into the others, creating a resounding bang.

zach put his math textbook back into the locker, using the other hand to retrieve his ap chemistry textbook as corbyn kept talking.

“i’m sorry dude, you have to start defending yourself against him though. you can’t keep letting him push you around like this,” corbyn’s voice softened, but zach didn’t respond. “here, i know what’ll make you feel better. wanna play fortnite later?” zach perked up at the mention of his favorite video game.

“sure! do you wanna come over to mine? i can have aunt may pick up some pizza and i just got this dope new skin-” zach’s smile began to grow as his ramblings went on.

“you had me at pizza dude. i’ll be there at 7.” corbyn replied. zach finished retrieving his supplies, and turned back around to face his best friend.

“i’ll see you then.” zach and corbyn did their secret best friend handshake, before corbyn ran off to his calculus class.

zach took in a deep breath before closing his locker, beginning to walk towards his ap chemistry class. he located the classroom in no time, taking his seat in the back of the room.

an array of beakers and lab equipment laid before him, signaling that they were going to be doing a lab in class. his eyes trailed up to the clock on the wall, seeing that he was a minute or two early for class.

perfect.

he pulled out his notebook, retrieving a pencil from the front pocket of his backpack. he quickly flipped to a page titled “web fluid”, and the numbers and elements began working in his brain.

he scribbled down notes, remembering how his fluid had performed the last time he had used it and how he could improve it.

ideas flew through his head in a pace so rapid his hands could barely keep up.

maybe if i switch up this with this then the structural integrity will-

zach’s thoughts were cut off by someone sitting next to him, and he quickly closed his notebook. his eyes flew to the figure that sat next to him, and he simultaneously relaxed and tensed up when seeing who it was.

“hey zach!” y/n’s melodic voice rang out, sending a shiver down his spine.

“h-hi y/n,” zach’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, and he turned the other way. y/n y/l/n was the only person in the entire world who made him feel this way.

she was the epitome of perfect to zach. from the way her hair bounced as she walked through the hallways to the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. she was completely, utterly, perfect.

and to his luck, she was assigned to be his lab partner for the entire school year.

y/n took no notice of zach’s flustered expression, pulling out her notebook and a pencil.

“how are you?” y/n asked, a soft smile still painted on her face as she flipped to a blank page in her notebook.

“i’m doing-” so much better now that i’m here with you. “-good! how are you today?” zach responded, gaining his composure back.

“i’m good.” she shot him another stunning smile. “so zach, i was wondering-”

“okay class,” y/n was cut off by the sound of mrs. schwartz’s voice, the teacher’s heels clacking on the linoleoum as she strolled into the classroom. “today we’ll be doing a lab.” mrs. schwartz began to explain the lab, taking a whiteboard marker and beginning to draw out diagrams and instructions.

“what were you going to say?” zach whispered, his eyes flickering from the board to y/n.

“i’ll tell you later.” she responded, beginning to copy down mrs. schwartz’s words into her notebook.

his mind couldn’t seem to focus on whatever bullshit mrs. schwartz was spewing, instead focusing on the fact that y/n y/l/n had something to tell him.

“-you guys have until the end of the period to complete the lab, and your lab reports will be due next week. get to work.” with that mrs. schwartz sat down at her desk, beginning to grade papers or whatever teachers did as the class began to work.

y/n and zach got to work, beginning to measure and add components to their mixture. his mind worked quickly, working out equations and elements in his brain.

soon enough, class was over and y/n and zach were left with a perfect experiment and a half-written lab report. 

zach stuffed his notebook and pencils in his backpack, beginning to make his way out of the classroom when he felt a soft hand grab his arm. he spun around, seeing that the hand that had grabbed him belonged to none other than y/n.

“hey, i never got to ask you that thing earlier,” she started, and zach’s pulse began to pick up.

“oh yeah, what was it?” he managed to choke out, sounding at least semi-cool while doing so.

“so i’m throwing this party at my house tomorrow,” she bit her lip, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. “and i was wondering if you wanted to come?” zach’s heart stopped.

holy fucking shit. y/n y/l/n just invited me to one of her parties.

y/n’s face faultered at his pause. “i know parties really aren’t your thing but i just thought it’d be fun if you could come but you don’t have to if you don’t want to i-” she began to ramble, her face turning a shade of crimson.

“n-no! i-” he cleared his throat. “i’d love to go.” y/n’s face lit up at his response. a wide smile spread across her gorgeous features, setting zach’s stomach into a flurry of butterflies.

“cool! i’ll text you the address-” she paused. “wait, i don’t have your number.” she pulled her iphone out of her back pocket. “put your number in.”

zach gingerly took her phone, shakily typing in his number into a new contact. he handed her back the phone, and she happily saved his contact with the name ‘zach :)’.

“i’ll text you tonight! see you tomorrow zach.” with a smile and a wave, y/n began to walk out of the room, leaving zach stuck in his tracks. “oh!” she turned back around. “bring corbyn too, my friend christina thinks he’s cute and i think it’d be fun to have him there.” with a final grin she walked out of the room, zach left practically starstruck.

i was just invited to a party by y/n.

his heart raced at the realization, and a grin spread across his face so wide it hurt. zach nearly whooped out loud, and he pumped his fist in the air.

he practically sprinted out of school, taking a quick look to make sure no one was around before leaping over the front gate to the school, doing a front flip before landing. 

he could barely contain his excitement, running to his special alleyway and beginning to change out of his school clothes to his spiderman suit. 

he stumbled over his feet a few times, accidentally hitting his funny bone on the dumpster. zach let out a short yelp, his feet tangling together. he nearly fell over, but managed to stay on his feet. 

he slipped his feet into the legs of the suit, pulling the fabric over his boxers and bare torso. he quickly slid his arms into their respective places, pulling the suit until it loosely covered everything but his head.

zach pressed onto the spider icon on the chest of his suit, and the fabric immediately shrunk to perfectly fit his body.

it’s go time.

zach quickly tossed his backpack into the air, webbing it to stick to a brick wall in the alley. with a final jump into the air, zach pulled on his mask and began to swing through the air.

time to be a friendly neighborhood spiderman.

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“and some nice old lady bought me a churro!” zach said, taking another bite of said churro. he was on his daily phone call with happy hogan, who was mr, stark’s right hand man. 

zach was currently sitting on the fire escape of his apartment building, still clad in his spiderman suit. his mask was off of course, so he could eat the churro without the fabric getting in the way.

zach always called happy every day to update him on what he had done that day, from stopping bike robberies to helping cats out of trees. he thought that maybe, there was the smallest possibility that happy would see what good he was doing, and call him for a mission.

of course, that was a very, very slim chance.

“anyway, i hope you listen to these, because if you didn’t it’d be a waste of time,” zach paused. “well, if there are any missions you need me on, i’ll be there in a millisecond. have a nice day happy.” and with that zach ended the message, staring at his phone as he finished his churro.

he dusted off his hands, balling up the wrapper to his churro and tossing it off the balcony, the wax paper landing a couple streets away. zach shrugged and began to climb down the fire escape to his bedroom window, trying as silently as possible to open up the window.

he managed to open to window, climbing in and carefully shutting it. he crawled onto the wall, making his way across the ceiling to where his bedroom door was, the door wide open. zach skillfully closed the door, sighing in relief as he heard it click shut.

he began to crawl over to his bed, when he heard the sound of an xbox controller hit the floor. zach’s heart stopped, and he slowly looked over to meet the wide, azure eyes of corbyn.

zach immediately fell off the ceiling, landing on his feet.

“y-you’re spiderman,” corbyn stuttered, not even caring that his fortnite character had just been killed. “you’re that superhero on youtube,” corbyn’s brain could barely comprehend the fact that his clumsy, goofy, awkward bestfriend was motherfucking spiderman.

“n-no i’m not!” zach said, hitting the spider icon on his chest. his suit loosened, falling off of his body as he quickly kicked it off. “i’m not spiderman!”

“you were on the ceiling,” corbyn exclaimed, his eyes widening even more. “the fucking ceiling! you’re fucking spiderman!”

zach sighed, deciding to accept the fact that corbyn now knew his biggest secret. he stayed silent, allowing his best friend to soak in the new information.

“my best friend is a superhero,” corbyn breathed out, plopping himself down on zach’s bed. “a superhero.” his eyes widened again. “wait, how did this even happen?”

zach let out a breathe, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a random t-shirt. he pulled the fabric on, also taking out a pair of joggers and putting them on. he then walked back over to where corbyn was sitting and flopped down next to him.

“i guess it all started with this spider...”

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