#<- i dunno it all hit me today and i wanted to send it into the void that is this place lmao

[blitzgamev]

Just some thoughts I had that I dont wanna put in the tags of my dumb daily post

#headsup its tchno and grief talk #its just in tags cuz thats how i do thinhs on here #so aint tagging it seperatly #anyway #it had been a good couple years since someone important to me died ykno #forced me into relearning how i go about this #with which i mean i repress like everything else lmao #like the first two days were hell and then i got into the new normal #aka ill gladly watch his content it brings joy #but the second i get reminded there wont be more or he wont show up in places i expect him #like watched the tmmy interview and just got so sad about the joke of us waiting for all of them on there which wont happen now #pretty sure thats why i didnt enjoy micrch as much either man #and otherwise im fine its just those lil things that get me #<- i dunno it all hit me today and i wanted to send it into the void that is this place lmao #also dont know how normal this is #considering its already an unusual Thing to have someone i dont know inpact me this much #but ive also been told i deal with death weirdly irl so #ah the fun time that was being called emotionalless and detached and some other Things #anyway yeah rant over tata or whatever the brits say #shut up blitz

[sooniebby]

Hey brother. I ain’t quite sure if you’re receiving this request or not (didn’t figure how to send them corrrctly yet), it could you write something with tsukkishima or Kuroo, please? With a character that is also somewhat smart academically but stupid for other shit. A intelligent himbo, if I can call it that way. And the other character is just feeling this weird sense of pleasure by putting the reader back on his place with some sort of dumbification. Thanks man

ఌ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

꧁ 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 1.4k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › you’re very dumb :/

Kinks › light degradation

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“That’s not how it works, Nekomata-San…” 

(Name) glanced back at Kenma with a confused look. “Why not? Isn’t the ball supposed to not hit the floor?” 

“Yeah, but…” 

“So then double hitting it should be fine.” 

“We can’t. It’s illegal.” 

“You can’t go to jail for that. There’s no law about it.” 

Kenma wanted to jump off a roof. He simply sighed and shook his head, deciding his mental health was worth more than explaining volleyball to his coach’s grandson. (Name) was honestly just confused on how something could be illegal in a game. 

“Kenma! Oh, afternoon, Nekomata-San.” Lev yelled, quickly bowing towards (Name). 

“Where’s Kuroo?” Kenma asked, wanting someone else to entertain (Name) before his brain turned into mush. 

“Dunno! I just got here,” Lev said, noticing only Yaku and Nekomata (the coach) was there. “Where is everyone?” 

(Name) hummed. “Maybe they got stuck in traffic?” 

“But… they were at school.” Lev said. 

“They could still get stuck in traffic.” 

“But they only have to walk. There’s no cars.” 

Lev looked confused out of his mind while Kenma simply wondered how could someone be so stupid but be one of the smartest kids at the school. He sometimes wondered if it was the price (Name) had to pay to be a top student. 

“What’s today’s date?” (Name) suddenly asked. 

“October 15.” Yaku said, walking over towards them. 

“Ah, It’s Kuroo’s birthday tomorrow!” 

“No, it’s Kenma’s.” 

“Ah,” (Name) blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry, Kenma.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“So are they just getting a party ready for Kenma? Oh, but why wasn’t I told?” Lev pouted. 

“Because you’re annoying.” Yaku grunted. 

Kenma shook his head. “I doubt it’s for me. Wouldn’t they do it tomorrow? We’ll have practice tomorrow too.” 

Nekomata coughed, earning the boys attentions. “(Name)… did you forgot the day you were born?” 

(Name) blinked. “I don’t think so. It’s September 15.” 

His grandfather sighed. “No, it’s today.” 

Kenma wondered how one could forgot their own birthday but he kept his mouth shut. Lev quickly went on a spew of questions on how (Name) could forget while Yaku simply muttered a happy birthday. 

“Ah, but that doesn’t explain why they aren’t here,” (Name) muttered. 

It did but no one had the heart to tell him. 

The door to the gym suddenly opened with Yamamoto, Kuroo, and few other players holding a cake. They yelled out a happy birthday with grins on their faces while (Name) just looked confused. 

“Who’s this for?” 

“Uh, for you.” Yaku said. 

“Ah! Right, thank you!” (Name) took the cake out of Yamamoto’s hands and blew out the candles, a small smile on his lips. After the quick happy birthday song, they all cut the cake into equal slices for everyone. 

“Nekomata-San, did you really forget your own birthday?” Kenma asked once (Name) was left with the largest slice of cake. Birthday boy gets the biggest slice, Nekomata had said. 

(Name) blushed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you… But I was busy worrying about what to get you.” A cute smile appeared on his lips. “I guess I forgot about myself for a moment. I’ll give you your gift tomorrow.” 

“Ah, okay.” Kenma was honestly surprised (Name) would give him something since he had forgot his own not too long ago.

Maybe (Name) just had short term memory.

“Nekomata!” An arm suddenly wrapped itself around (Name)’s neck, causing him to wince. Kuroo grinned mischievously as he pulled (Name) close to him. 

“You’re going to choke him.” 

“He’s fine. Eh, Nekomata, I heard from Lev that you don’t know how volleyball works.” 

(Name) pouted. “I was only wondering why something was illegal if there’s no laws against it.” 

Kuroo blinked, a confused look in his eyes. He wasn't expecting that level of stupidity but he’d ignore it. “Those brains of yours certainly can’t help with everything, huh? It’s okay, though, you have me to teach you.” 

Kenma felt awkward being here. It felt oddly sexual with the way Kuroo was holding (Name) close to him. The more lustful look in his eyes while (Name) looked into it in a way. 

He should go for his sanity sake. “I finished my slice. I’m going to go practice now.” 

“Oh, okay.” (Name) muttered, meekly waving him goodbye. Kuroo simply hummed. 

Kuroo waited until Kenma was gone before pulling (Name) outside. (Name) went along with him, a blush creeping on his face. Once they were outside and behind the gym, Kuroo easily manhandled him to press against the wall. 

“Cute, I love when you play dumb.” Kuroo chuckled, pressing light kisses on (Name)’s neck. 

“I wasn’t!” (Name) mewled. 

Kuroo and (Name) were dating, which was something only Yaku and Yamamoto knew. And it wasn't because they told them. It was more of they were having sex in the locker room and Yaku and Yamamoto hadn’t actually left yet. 

It was a traumatising day for them both but they were nice enough to never tell anyone. (Name) mainly didn’t want his grandfather get angry or anything. 

“Tetsuro, they might hear us,” (Name) muttered, watching as Kuroo pulled down his pants. 

“They’re busy practicing. We can be quick,” Kuroo grinned, reaching down to slip a finger inside only to feel the string of something. He blinked and looked at (Name) who looked as if he wanted to die. 

“Oya? Is this what I think it is?” 

(Name) flushed. “No, it’s not a dildo!” 

Kuroo still wondered what he saw in (Name). “I know that. It’s called a butt plug. I’m shocked you used it,” he laughed, reaching inside to pull it out. (Name) groaned as he felt his hole now clench around nothing. 

“Did you have it inside you all day? Thinking about me…?” Kuroo smirked. 

(Name) pouted. “You said you’ll be happy if I did…” 

“Hm, did I?” Kuroo slipped in two fingers easily, enjoying the needy whines he earned from him. “You just do whatever I say huh? Don’t think for yourself.” 

“What..?” (Name) whined. “I do think. It’s impossible not to.” 

Kuroo simply shook his head and slipped out his fingers. “Do you want me, (Name)?” 

“Please.” 

(Name) wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s neck as the volleyball player grasped his legs and held him up. His legs quickly found themselves wrapped around his waist as Kuroo reached down to push his cock into (Name)’s twitching hole. 

From the butt plug that was inside of him the entire day, his cock easily slid in, earning a whimper from (Name). It certainly took some strength to hold him up but Kuroo was able to began his slow thrusts, enjoying the small gasps that left his boyfriend’s lips. 

“Tetsuro, it feels good.” (Name) babbled, his grip tightening around Kuroo as his thrusts began to pick up speed. His back was rubbing up against the wall, possibly causing them to collect dirt but he didn’t care. He loved spending his time with his boyfriend and having sex on his birthday was arousing to him. 

(Name) quickly pulled him in for a kiss as his thrusts began to feel sloppy. Maybe it was the thought of getting caught or the fact that (Name) was really walking around school with a butt play all because he said he’d like it but Kuroo felt as if he was about to cum already. 

He wanted to last a bit longer but thought maybe it’s good he’ll cum now. So they won’t be out gone for too long. 

The two continued to kiss, allowing them to moan without being heard as (Name) could feel himself getting closer. The grip on his legs was driving him crazy as he felt Kuroo use them to move (Name) back into him with each thrust. 

Sounds of soft gasps and squelching filled the air was the sun began to set. In a weird way, it was oddly romantic. With a few more thrusts, (Name) came first, arching his back as he gripped Kuroo’s shoulders painfully. Kuroo was right behind him, grunting as he pushed in deep inside. 

(Name) shivered at the warm cum inside him, wondering if he was really about to walk home with it inside. Kuroo simply hummed, not sorry at all for not pulling out. A pout appeared on (Name)’s lips as he was about to complain until he noticed that they were no longer alone. 

There stood a traumatised Kenma and Lev. 

“Kuroo….” 

“Nekomata-San…” 

Oh, fuck. 

“(Name)?!” And his grandfather?! (Name) was shocked to see his grandfather right behind Kenma. 

(Name) felt himself faint. Oh, no. His grandfather really just saw him butt ass naked with cum dripping. Kuroo himself also wanted to shrivel up and die right then and there from the glare his coach was giving him. 

Yeah, he was gonna have to kiss that leader title goodbye. 

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I hope I did Kuroo Justice lol! Thank you for requesting! And requests are open!!

#bottom male reader

[wonwussy]

Impatience Never Pays

pairing; mingyu x female reader

genre; SMUT SMUT SMUT

notes/warnings; MINORS DO NOT ENTER DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT 200 GET THE FUCK OUT thank you; masturbation (f), restraints, whiny pathetic gyu, sub!gyu, domme!reader, pet names (pup/puppy), ma'am is used, does this count as cuckholding?, does it even count as exhibitionism or voyeurism?, i dunno i guess that's it

word count; 1.3k approx.

when inspiration hits outta nowhere, ya gotta take what you can and run with it. i wrote this in less time than it took for the entirety of the evita movie soundtrack to play. Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading it over for me! I like your brain. And you.

He had been impatient. Nearly begging all day for you, for your touch. You told him he had to wait. You were working, and that required your attention. Even warned him that if he didn’t, he’d be punished. Instead of listening, he sent you pictures. Showing you himself in various stages of undress, how hard you had made him at the mere thought of you, his fangs showing as smirked at you from his reflection. He knew what he was doing.

And now, as Mingyu sits up against the headboard, he knows he has to be punished for his actions. He watches you, nearly shaking with anticipation, as you cross over to the head of the bed. While the only thing he wears is his soft blue leather collar, you’re still fully dressed. His tongue swipes across his lips as you take his wrist, and hold it against the corner of the headboard, his eyes trained on your every move.

You don’t say anything as you tie his wrist to the corner, smirking crookedly as he tugs at the black silken rope. You round the bed to the other side, and repeat the action, before moving to stand at the foot of the bed. “Mingyu, what did I ask you to do today?” you ask finally, your fingers moving to the button on your pants.

His eyes are fixed on your hands, causing you to still them as you wait for his answer. He pulls in a slow breath and raises his gaze to your face, his cock twitching slightly against his thigh. “To be patient,” he replies quietly, fighting to keep his eyes from going back to your hands as they work your slacks down your legs.

You sigh as you kick your pants aside, tipping your head to the side. “All you had to do. Instead, you couldn’t wait.” You pause as you pull your shirt over your head and let it drop to the floor from your fingers. “Did you play with yourself too, little pup?” you ask him, almost mockingly as your bottom lip sticks out.

Mingyu’s bottom lip gets caught between his teeth, thinking for a split second to lie to you. Though, he knows you’ll know if he does, so he nods a little. “Yes. I couldn’t help it. I was so hard, and wanting you so badly. I just needed relief. I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” he confesses, and you can hear the slight whine in his voice.

You tsk as you unhook your bra and drop it, this time his eyes going straight to your chest as he admires you. You smile as you notice him doing so, reaching up to cup your breasts. “Poor puppy. Couldn’t keep his hands to himself, or from sending me such lewd pictures. Trying to tease me and work me up.” You pinch your nipples, before you smooth your hands over your stomach and to the waistband of your panties. “It worked, you know. My panties were soaked most of the afternoon,” you tell him as your panties slide down your legs.

He watches as you step out from them and climb onto the end of the bed, kneeling as you face him on the mattress. He tries not to look too pleased at your words, though you can see the pride there. His wrists pull gently at the ties, adjusting himself as his cock grows harder at the sight of you. “Baby, you had me worked up all day,” he replies.

You raise your eyebrows at him as you spread your knees a little, sitting back on your heels. “Baby? Now, little pup, that’s not how we address me, is it?”

His heart jumps, and he shakes his head. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

You nod at him and smile. “That’s my puppy. Good boy,” you praise. You fall silent as you let your hands wander over your body, your eyes fixed on him watching you. Your mouth falls open slightly as your fingers find your clit, letting your fingertips brush it lightly.

Mingyu swallows as his eyes are trained on your hands, a quiet whimper escaping his lips. “Please, ma’am. Let me touch you,” he pleads, his hands squeezing into fists as he resists pulling the ties again.

You shake your head as one hand finds your breasts again, the other teasing your entrance. “No, little pup. Because you had some fun already, it’s my turn. You have to sit and watch me.” You breathe out a soft sigh as one of your fingers enters you. “It’s too bad. I really would have liked your fingers in me more.”

He groans loudly, his cock fully hard against him, and shifts again as he strains his wrists. “Oh god, ma’am. Please. Please let me help. I want to feel you,” he whines.

You don’t reply as you slip another finger inside yourself, your thumb brushing your clit lightly. Another smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as your fingers become soaked, the sound of your wetness filling the room. You can hear more whines pull from Mingyu at your actions, and it spurs you on more.

You shift a little so he can see your pussy better, watch you finger yourself closer to your orgasm. “Oh, Mingyu. I bet your cock would fill me up so much better than my fingers. Do you want to fill me up? Fuck me until you’ve got nothing left?” you ask, your fingers moving faster inside as you stroke yourself.

He nods furiously, wishing he could break the headboard to free himself. He wants to get to you, to fuck you into the mattress, fill you up like you want. “Please, baby. Please untie me so I can fuck you. I promise to be good. Let me fill you up, please. Fuck, baby. Please?” he begs as he watches you, licking his lips in hunger.

You let out a loud moan as he begs, your eyes finally closing as you can feel yourself reach your high. He whines as you pinch your nipple again, sending a shock through your body as your orgasm hits at the same time. Your moans are loud as you keep your fingers moving inside yourself, riding out the waves of your orgasm in front of him.

To him it seems like minutes as he watches you come down, your fingers finally slipping from you, pre-cum leaking from his tip against his thigh. “Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful. That was… fuck,” he mutters through a groan.

You smirk as your eyes open and find him, looking almost pathetic as he aches to touch you. You let out a breath and crawl up the bed so you’re between his legs. You reach up to tuck one finger under his collar and tug him closer to you. “Do you want a taste?” you ask, your voice quiet.

He nods excitedly, his mouth dropping open almost obediently as he waits. He loves the taste of you, so if he can’t touch you, tasting you will be good enough right now.

You smirk as you bring your cum soaked fingers up to his lips, stopping just short before you put them against his tongue. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, your lips brushing against him. “Sorry. Only good puppies get treats.” You lean back and move off the bed, sucking your own fingers as you face him. “Naughty ones have to sit and think about what they did,” you add as you step backwards towards the door. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back when I’m finished.”

He blinks in surprise at your actions, watching in disbelief as you exit to the bathroom. It takes him a few seconds before he snaps out of it, furrowing his brow as he tugs against the ties again. “Wait, come back here!”

#svthub #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #mingyu fanfiction #seventeen fanfiction

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

The 118 Sauce Chat

Eddie: I definitely make spaghetti sauce extremely wrong but I’m not going to stop

Chim: please elaborate on the wrong way to make spaghetti sauce; it sounds highly entertaining?

Eddie: 1 chop onion and put in a pot

Eddie: Add 1 or 2 cans of diced tomatoes. Whatever makes the ratio of onion look right.

Eddie: Add a ridiculous amount of frozen peas. Peas should make up a notable portion of this sauce.

Eddie: Add frozen corn also if you wanna be real fancy. If I have bacon I’ll ad that too. But I very rarely have bacon.

Eddie: Cook on HIGH

Eddie: While sauce is cooking, grab the nearest bottle of mixed spices that isn't obviously for desserts. Add some. How much? I dunno, enough that you feel like you've added seasoning so it's technically cooking. (For me this is most often a mix called Moroccan, but it could be anything. Buck reorganised my kitchen recently so tonight it was something called Pizza Topping.)

Eddie: If you happen to have green herbs lying around, add those too. Whatever you have on hand that's green

Eddie: Let the sauce boil on HIGH until all the water is gone. Stir occasionally so the saucepan will be easier to clean later. Serve on cooked spaghetti noodles with no cheese

Eddie: Today I added a new step called "while the sauce is cooking, duck out for 15 seconds to text the group chat about spaghetti sauce, then get distracted and forget you are cooking." This adds a novel Extremely Burnt edge to the flavour profile.

Chim: I am not Italian, or of Italian descent by *any* stretch of the imagination.

I am also not one of those "cooking purists", who believes that everything must be done in a specific/ traditional way (unless you are making a cooking video with the title "how to make x" in which case if you don't specify mid video that your way is not traditional god help you).

I am a firm believer in "If it tastes good, then it is correct for you".

Chim: Except in this case

Bobby: This hurts every cooking bone in my body. The latent ancestors in my soul. The judgmental elf in my brain just bit a cyanide capsule

Hen: Why? The spices.

Using a different spice mix every time, based on what is ready at hand just ... hurts

Eddie: *sends SPICE IS SPICE meme*

Ravi: absolutely deranged, Eddie. Food crimes.

Bobby: Hey Eddie, looks like you forgot to mention the part where you obviously sweated the onions, because nobody would make spaghetti sauce that had straight up raw onions boiled in tomato juices.

Bobby: RIGHT????

Bobby: Please Eddie

Eddie: I don’t know what sweating the onions means

Hen: It means. It means you cook em a little in a pan with a bit of oil first

Eddie: A pan? How many dishes do you want me to have to wash here?

Hen: I mean you can also do it in the same pot you're making the spaghetti sauce in! The important thing is the onions get a little cooked before the wet stuff goes in, so they're not so wet and limp and boiled....

Eddie: Honestly this depends entirely on whether I remember to chop an onion first or I find the can opener for the tomatoes first. The ingredients go in in whatever order they go in.

Ravi: Eddie, who hurt you???

Eddie: A pack of wild chefs herded my mother off a cliff

Chim: Theres probably a hit out on you for this

Eddie: What kind of stupid idiot would waste money assassinating someone who's so clearly going to accidentally poison themself for free at some point

Bobby: hi Eddie, big fan of your firefighting, this is the sauce equivalent of the running up a metal ladder in a lightning storm to try to pull up a 6’0” tall man instead of lowering him to the ground

-Athena

Eddie: Athena, that is the meanest review my cooking has ever received

Chim: congratulations you found the worst way to do it! this feels like a spaghetti recipe made by AI before it got really sophisticated

-Maddie

Eddie: this group chat’s hate mail game is insane

Ravi: at this point please just eat every ingredient raw… please

Eddie: Do I look like Tony Abbott to you

Buck: As a former Committer of Food Crimes, I have decided to make this sauce this weekend after I have a chance to go to the store. I will report back.

Eddie: Excellent, I look forward to vindication.

Hen: No one's going to vindicate your boiled onion in cinnamonny tomato juice on noodles, Eddie

Eddie: Not cinnamon. Cinnamon is a dessert spice. You use the nearest non-dessert spice.

Ravi: cinnamon is absolutely not a dessert spice

Eddie: Yes it is! It's for muffins and pancakes and fruit pies!

Chim: Cinnamon powder is absolutely a dessert “spice” and Eddie if your cooking is this bad I can’t imagine your baked abominations

Eddie: I put lemon juice in everything I bake that isn't bread

Written for the only two gremlins (endearment) who find this as entertaining as I do @professionalprocrastinator22 and @gravelyhalversobbing

Inspired by:

#things i decided i could make about 911 #Eddie diaz commits food crimes #Buck is his accomplice #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #text fic #incorrect 911 quotes #911 abc #911 fox

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Request: So, I was thinking about Elle Woods (random, I know lol), BUT what if Y/n was similar to Elle Woods (also BUBBLES FROM POWERPUFF GIRLS) in that she’s REALLY girly, like pink/glitter ALL OVER, very bubbly, but instead of her being a lawyer with pink all over, she’s an assassin with pink all over?? And I’m talking EVERY PINK lol- Clothes, accessories, weapons, etc…. Similarly to how Elle isn’t taken seriously as a lawyer (at first) because of her demeanor and how she dresses, Y/n isn’t taken seriously (at first) as an assassin because of how she acts and dresses? BUT like Elle, Y/n is REALLY good at her job… Anyways, somehow meeting Tan and they fall in love??? Lemon being (slightly) amused at Y/n and Tan’s banter? But also Tan being really soft for her?? By @kpopgirlbtssvt

SORRY I TRIED TO COMMENT ANS SAY I WOILD DO IT BUT IM SHADOWBANNED SO I CANT ): I MISSED YOU THO AND I MISS WRITING FOR TAN SO… :3 hope it’s good love!

Lipstick

“You sure you’re an assassin?” A man said, you huffed and crossed your arms, you were currently sitting on top of the man, knife in hand.

“Look, sir, I’m trying to kill you right now and if you keep questioning me I can’t really do my job.” You said, then stabbed him in the neck before he could say anything else.

“Fucking prick.” You mumbled, putting the pink knife in the sink not too far away. You wiped your bloody hands, and then you looked down at your clothes.

“Aww man! That was my favorite shirt.” You pouted, and tried to swipe as much blood as you could off of it.

You sighed and took a picture of the body, sending it to your boss who would then send it over to the person who hired you.

You cleaned up the knife, and quickly went on your way as if nothing had happened.

You texted your boss “Is that the only mission you got for me today? (:”

“I mean, I have another one if you want to..”

“How much is it?”

“A lot. This guys offering 500k, but you’d have to be partnered up.”

“… with who?”

“The twins.”

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That’s how you were now with the twins, standing outside the building full of people.

“Why can’t we jus.. I dunno, go in?” You turned to them both, you all currently on the roof.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Tangerine asked.

“Watch.” You said, dropping down from the roof and going up to some guards. Tangerine and lemon mentally groaned in annoyance.

“Heyyy..”

“Who are you?” One asked.

“I think she’s the bosses sons girlfriend.” Another one said, you nodded.

“Yeah. Peter!” You made up a random name. You said it cheery and with a smile.

“Yeah, alright.” The one at the door mumbled, opening it up. You looked back at the twins and winked.

“They’re fucking daft.” Lemon said.

“Right? There’s no way-“

You opened the door in the back, and motioned for them to come.

They both furrowed their eyebrows and came in anyways.

Sneakily crouching around, you all found the room that the man was in.

But there was a guard outside, so you grabbed the knife on your hip and came up behind the man. You jumped on him and covered his mouth and nose, then repeatedly stabbing him in the neck while doing so.

The man fell, and you yelped when you almost fell too, but they had both caught the body before it hit the ground. You slowly and carefully dropped down, tangerine helping you while doing so.

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” You whispered to him, kissing his hand. “What a gentleman.”

“Shut it.” He whispered back.

You smirked and opened the door slowly, the man was sleeping on his desk.

“So we jus’ gotta bring him in?” You whispered.

Tangerine and Lemon knew the drill, and Lemon handed him the body bag.

“I’m not used to this at all.” You shook your head. You were more used to actual jobs were you killed, not kidnapping ones.

The man started to scream when you punched him in the face, knocking him out quickly. The both of them quickly put him in the bag, and dragged him into the back again.

“Why the fuck do you have a pink car again?” Tangerine asked, quickly throwing the car door open as some guards came your way.

“Cause it’s pretty.” You shrugged, and you went into the back, grabbing a gun, and shooting the guards on by one, hiding behind your door when they shot at you.

“Drive, drive drive!” You shouted, quickly getting into the car, and ducking down, tangerine sped off and Lemon had thrown the body in the back with you.

You laughed and then you realized something.

“Damnit, now my cars all ruined.” You pouted, and shook your head to yourself.

“What the fuck was that? You coulda’ gotten all of us killed!” Tangerine shouted angrily, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Oh relax, I know what I’m doing.” You said, putting your feet onto the other seats, tangerine tan a hand through his hair and Lemon just staring ahead in disbelief.

——————————————————————-

That’s how it all started. It’s now been two years of you, Lemon and Tangerine working together now, you all simply fit, and had the best performance.

“Get your dirty hands off her.” Tangerine had practically growled, the person you guys were fighting currently on top of you, pretty much wrestling you.

He ran straight into him, knocking him onto the ground and some glass. You furrowed your eyebrows and held your hand to your cheek, which the man had punched hardly.

You sat up and watched them fight now, holding your elbow that had glass in it. You looked up at Lemon and scooted over to him. He just looked down at you and then back to tangerine. He punched the man in the face repeatedly, then pulled out his gun and shot him, his brains going splattering all on the cold tile floor.

“Oh. That’s.. lovely…?” You mumbled, and looked at Tangerine.

He looked at you and then Lemon, you both stared at him in shock slightly. He stood up, and buttoned his shirt back up, fixing his hair and looking at you both.

“What?”

“Nothing, mate, nothing.” Lemon shook his head.

“That was hot.” You blurted out, both of them looked at you now.

Tangerine rolled his eyes as he dragged the body, hiding it behind the counter and taking a picture of it. He came up to you.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Just some glass in my elbow.. and pretty sure I got a bruise on my cheek but.. I’m fine.”

He nodded and went past you, You stared at him, admiring his face.

“Quit staring.” He said when he passed you. He would be lying if he said he didn’t secretly like it.

“Can’t help myself.” You shrugged, and walked next to him. Lemon snickered at you both.

“What?” He looked to lemon.

“You two are adorable, honestly.” Lemon said, putting his hands up in defense when tangerine gave him a look.

That made his ego bigger than it needed to be, he looked at you when you weren’t paying attention again and Lemon hit his shoulder and nodded to you as if saying “go for it, man.”

Lemon walked away from you both, and entered the drivers seat.

He looked at you and you looked back, smiling at him.

“Staring problem, Tan?” You teased.

“Was jus’ wondering if you wanted to go out on Saturday.” He said, messing with one of the rings on his fingers.

“Is Tangerine asking me out on a date?” You gasped and smiled.

“No one said it was a-“

“So it’s not a date?”

“I mean… yeah it is actually.” He said.

You smiled at him again, kissing his cheek. The pink lipstick staining his cheek, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“I’d love to.”

He looked at you again, his usually cold and hard glare turned into a soft and loving one every time he looked at you. You just didn’t notice it until now.

———————————————————-

He took you inside, Lemon waiting in your living room for him.

He sat you down on the closed toilet seat, and he reached for your arm, which you let him grab. He was on his knees as he examined it, noticing small pieces of glass scattered in your arm and elbow.

He grabbed tweezers, cleaning them with rubbing alcohol first, and then he slowly started to removed the pieces.

You winced in pain. He held your arm with his other hand, trying to get you to stay still.

“Jus’ a few more, yeah?” He said, you nodded with your eyes screwed shut.

After a while, he finally got all the pieces out. The pain was horrible, but felt somewhat better now.

He looked up at you, still on his knees.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine, shit, just hurts.” You mumbled.

“Sorry, I shoulda been there earlier.”

“It’s not your fault, tan.” You said, and he was now standing in front of you, he helped you stand up.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Of course.” He looked at you, glancing at your soft lips for a moment.

You noticed, and decided to take action. You leaned to him, and kissed him. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, your chests touching now.

Your hands were in his hair, and he shut the bathroom door quickly with his foot, he went to the floor, and you straddled him now, giggling quietly when you looked at his now pink face.

“What?” He asked.

“My lipsticks all on you.”

He blushed at the realization, he hadn’t even realized until now.

He shrugged. “Whatever.” He kissed you again, feverishly, cupping your cheeks.

This man would be the death of you.

#tangerine bullet train #bullet train #tangerine x reader #bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader

[anonymous-dentist]

Little oneshot of monster au Foolish and Vegetta finding Leo?

Aight, so here's the thing about being a vampire, okay?

You don't fucking eat.

Foolish has been alive for a very, very long time. And he's maybe eaten a pizza, like, uh, twice? Maybe? Or maybe he just ate two Italian guys... honestly, it kinda starts all running together after a couple of centuries.

Like, you eat, obviously, but you can't exactly leave a human body in the dumpster like you would an empty pizza box. It's illegal, apparently, and it's fucking stupid, too. Body disposal is maybe number three on Foolish's official Most Annoying Things In The World list, right behind "Bad Boy" Halo and "Bad Boy" Halo written in a different font.

So it's not like Foolish's garbage cans are full of food waste, is the thing. He's got some trash in there: plastic baggies, mostly, from when he wants to have his blood on the go with a straw; and then there's an insane amount of carboard boxes from his and Vegetta's LEGO collection.

So it's actually a little crazy one morning when Foolish steps outside of his and Vegetta's mansion to throw away their fifteenth box of the month and he sees a little creature digging through his trash.

Foolish first picks up on the scent of blood. Yum!

He then picks up on the scent of human. Double yum!

He then picks up on the scent of tears, and his stomach stops rumbling. (He may be a heartless, soulless creature of the night, but he isn't an asshole.)

So he carefully closes the back door behind him, and he clears his throat, and he has approximately three seconds to say, "Hey, you're probably in the wrong place to be doing that, pal," before the little human is screaming and tumbling backwards out of the dumpster. They hit the ground with an OOF!!, their red baseball cap flying off and landing a couple of inches away.

Vegetta, as talented as he is, must have heard the scream because he's out the back door almost immediately. But him coming out the back door means he's opening the back door right into Foolish's ass, sending Foolish tumbling down the short flight of stairs and onto the dirty-ass concrete.

"Shit!" Foolish screeches. He isn't hurt because he's literally immortal, but he plays it up just to see Vegetta's stricken face. He's gorgeous when he's worried.

"Foolish!" Vegetta cries. He jumps down the steps and crouches by Foolish's side, clutching Foolish's hand to his chest dramatically. "I am sorry!"

Foolish groans and flops his head onto the ground with his eyes closed. "Oh, Vegeta, how could you do this to me? How could you!?"

He feels a morose kiss pressed to his knuckles, and he's so flattered that his heart almost starts beating again.

But then his heart, as shriveled as it is, does literally jump in his chest as he hears a tiny giggle from next to him.

"Oh," Vegetta softly says, "who is this?"

Foolish shrugs. He cracks his eyes back open and swivels his head to the side so he can look at the kid, who is staring at the two of them with wide amber-colored eyes.

"Dunno," Foolish replies. "Human, I think."

The kid nods. They've got their hat on again, backwards.

Oh, Foolish thinks. They're cool.

"Hey, little one, would you like to come inside?" Vegetta asks.

Foolish sits up with a huff, turning to look at his husband. "What the hell, man! You can't just ask a kid to come inside your spooky vampire castle! That's freak behavior!"

"I don't know that!" Vegetta protests. "It worked with you, didn't it!"

"I wasn't a child! I was literally three hundred!"

"Maybe they're three hundred! You don't know that."

"I'm not," the kid interrupts. They blush and shrink into themself. "And I'm a girl. Today."

"Oh, cool," Foolish says, because fuck yeah. Then he turns back to his husband with a put-on scowl. "Stop being a creep, Vegeta! She's a girl!"

Vegetta is halfway through beginning his reply when they both freeze as the back door opens and slams shut.

Foolish looks over. The kid is gone.

"Huh," he says.

"Huh," Vegetta agrees.

What the hell.

#asks! #monster au fic #they're. they're sooo #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

[depravity-n-savagery]

『 Kiss, Marry, Kill 』 Part 2

Part 1

♡ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

♡ Summary: After that first night of hanging out with Billy (and first kiss), the two of you go on your first date. Chock-full of sugary sweet fluff.

♡ CW: FLUFF, loads of sexual tension, making out, song lyrics, emotions, small mention of Neil, struggling with trauma

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

♡ Word Count: 3k

♡ A/N: It's been a long work in progress, haha but I needed this fluff today so here we are. 😌 Got me falling in love. ♡

"Keep pacing like that, and you're gonna wear down the carpet." 

Max was seated on your bed, legs folded with a comic book in her lap. You envied how carefree she was at that moment. Her and Lucas had made up again after their last breakup. If you could even call it that. It's one of the things you loved about her. She'd never be desperate for a guy's attention. 

You, on the other hand, were falling apart. 

After the sleepover, you haven't heard much from Billy. It twisted you up inside. Sure, you both had a moment. You shared a kiss. That magical, sweet kiss. It seems like a dream when you look back on it. Rose tinted hues coloring your cheeks and casting an alluring glow over Billy's sculpted chest. It was a romance novel in the flesh. A story for the ages. One that ended before it truly started. 

"It's Thursday…" You said, finally halting the back and forth line you walked across your bedroom. "He hasn't called or said anything about our date tomorrow. Maybe he didn't really mean it." 

"I don't believe that." The comic in Max's lap was set aside so she could shift and sit upright. Now fully tuned in to the conversation. "He's been different since that night. Not… I dunno, as much of an asshole. When I told him I was coming over here, he almost said something but he stopped. Just told me to call if I was gonna be out past curfew." 

So he wouldn't even drive her here… The thoughts branched off into jagged worries and assumptions. Still, you refused to fully believe that it was all fake. That you were played. Something in those eyes reached out to you that night. Even if it was just for a little while, he let his guard down. It was genuine. 

Repetitive pounding on the front door caught you both off-guard. The sound was urgent and loud enough to send ripples through the glass of lemonade on your nightstand. "Stay here." You told Max, already on your way out to the stairs. Heart leaping into your throat. Was it him? Did something happen to him again? The mysterious cuts and bruises from that night forced their way into the forefront of your memory. 

When you swung the door open you were visibly disappointed. There was no Camaro in sight. No tight jeans or a bleeding lip. Just Steve Harrington, scratching the back of his fluffed head of hair. He gave you a nervous smile when he saw your reaction. "Not who you were expecting, huh?" 

The answer was obvious, so you didn't bother speaking it. Besides, you didn't want it to be that obvious how much you were freaking out. Words made it official. Undeniable. So you crossed your arms and changed the subject. "What brings King Steve to my door on a Thursday afternoon?" 

"Well, my arm got twisted. Literally." His hand dug into his pants pocket, fishing around and coming up with a crumpled twenty dollar bill. When the realization hit, you were so giddy you almost forgot to take it from him, but you did. Stuffing it into your bra for the time being. "That uh, came with a message too. He said 'Lovers Lake at 7 o'clock.' Don't know what that means but-" 

"I do! Thanks for payin' up, Steve." You flashed him a big smile before going to close the door. "Guess you don't have to die after all." 

"I WHAT?!" 

His questioning was muffled outside the house, followed by another knock until you heard the sounds of his car pulling off. Your attention was already elsewhere. The date was on! The storm clouds pulled away and the sunshine was back in your eyes. Max looked at you as if an entirely different person walked in through that bedroom door. Skipping over to the bed with a little pep in your step. 

"It was Steve. He had a message from Billy, and I need your help picking out an outfit." 

Max whipped her head in the direction of your window, scanning the empty sidewalk for something. Or someone. "Wait, Steve was here?" 

You snapped your fingers, trying to bring her back to the matter at hand. "Earth to Max! He already left, and Billy set up the date for tomorrow! I need something to wear!" 

This had to be perfect. The relief and excitement felt too good for it not to be. 

Friday, 6:50pm

Your leg bounced anxiously in the passenger's seat, flipping out your palm-sized mirror once again to check your hair. A low grumble came from the seat beside you. "You've checked yourself about 6 times already. You look great! Stop worrying." 

Steve was dropping you off, driving waaaayy slower than you wanted him to. He was coming in handy left and right today. You were thankful, yes, but Billy would've had you guys there 15 mins ago. That familiar rumble of his Camaro brought you butterflies whenever you heard it. Heh, what a speed demon. Maybe he could take you for a drive after all this. 

The faint sound of music in the distance had you squealing. You could've swore Steve tried to hide a smile, watching you get so excited. The car came to a stop in the grass, just a short walk away from the lake. Of course, not wanting to drive his precious baby any further into the dirt than he has to. The sunset bathed the water in a gorgeous blend of orange and red, with faint tints of blue in the distance. The view alone made you gasp. 

"Have fun, kiddos." Steve said with a grin as you practically jumped out of the car. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." 

"Is there anything you wouldn't do, Steve?" 

"Anything or anyone?" He drove off with a laugh, leaving you to walk the five or so feet to Billy's parked Camaro. 

Goddamn, this man knew how to dress. It's like his skin drank up the last few rays of sunlight, and reflected them back at you. The summers here didn't burn the same as they probably did in California, but he brought the Cali sun here with him. Kept it in his chest, which he currently had on display. A short sleeved black shirt that was hardly even buttoned, just tucked into his tight jeans. A cigarette loosely hanging from his lips, burning as he inhaled and leaned against the hood of his car. The music probably drowned out the sound of Steve's car pulling up and driving away. 

The grass and branches crunched under your shoes with each step, getting closer and closer until he finally noticed you approaching. He actually smiled. If you could've sprouted wings, you would be taking flight right now. Weightless and fluttery the second your eyes met. Did his heart leap like this too? 

"Right on time, Y/n. If only you were this punctual in school." His smile turned devilish, flicking the cigarette down and stomping it out. 

Without a second thought, you propelled yourself forward into his chest. Wrapping him in an embrace that made you exhale. Billy, on the other hand, became stone. 

Shit. Shit! That was probably too forward. I mean, we only hung out ONCE. Sure, we kissed, but like- 

You were ready to recoil and apologize for probably ruining the entire mood, head hung low. Stupid… But he came alive again. Snaking his arms around you cautiously, pulling you into him. Not too tight, but enough for you to feel enveloped in his warmth. To feel his heartbeat. It felt safe. Unusual for him, but welcome. The longer you held him, the more he seemed to relax into it. Even releasing an exhale of his own. 

He shook you both with a titter, linking his fingers together at the base of your spine. "Is this your way of tryin' to get me to put out on the first date?" 

"Not exactly." You freed one of your hands, dipping it into your small handheld bag. A crinkling sound drew his attention as you held up a plastic baggie, stuffed with some of your home-baked cookies. "But this might be."

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, probably remembering the taste of them. He took the rest of the batch home with him the day he left your house, and you were willing to bet he'd been craving them ever since. Selfishly, you just wanted to watch the look on his face when he ate them. Hear the sounds he'd make. 

"Somethin' tells me I'm gonna have to work out extra, if I keep you around." His hands lingered at your backside, reluctant to let you out of his grasp. Sadly, the rest of the surprise required the both of you getting into his car. So he let you go and rushed to pop open the passenger's side door for you. In his head, he tried to rationalize it as simply doing what guys just do during dates. Pick the place, open doors, and… bring them something. Totally not a romantic gesture, right? In the movies it was always flowers or some kind of jewelry. Not his type of thing. Instead, he went with something more personal. 

You made yourself comfortable in the seat, closing the door as you got settled in. There was still a bit of heat from the sun clinging to the material. It made you wince. "Sorry 'bout that." He said, sitting in the driver seat. "Guess I'm just used to it by now." 

"I can imagine." The past few days of absence felt like they were nothing more than an hour or so. That comfortable warmth was back. Only this time, the girls weren't around to keep things 'safe'. To keep that soft distance. "So do you want the goods now?" 

His eyes lit up like you just offered him a free ticket to see Scorpions live. "Even better, I'll trade you." Billy twisted himself to reach into the backseat, retrieving a bag slightly bigger than your baggie full of baked  treats. There was no label or logo on it. No hint to what might be inside (Billy probably did that on purpose). "Deal?"

"Deal!" 

The trade-off was quick, and far from smooth. Billy's bag was launched at you, freeing his hands so he could go for the goody bag. It smacked into your face with a soft thud, then fell into your lap. Whatever it was didn't have much weight at all. Your fingers were shaking, overflowing with excitement as you peeled the bag open and peeked inside. 

"Oh…my…GOSH!!" 

The bag was tipped upside down, dumping your newfound treasure out of the bag so you could examine it fully. You already saw a glimpse of the image when you looked into the bag, but you wanted to be sure. It was exactly what you thought. A 'Nightmare on Elm Street' apron. How in the hell do you even find something like this?! A high pitched squeal rose out of you like a tea kettle as you held it up. "I love it!! Where'd you even find this?" 

"I know some people." Pride was oozing out of him. Manifesting itself in a confident, sexy smile. It was a shot in the dark, since he went off of your impressive horror movie collection. The Shining, Friday The 13th, Poltergeist, Children of The Corn…the tapes were stacked pretty high. What stuck out the most was Nightmare on Elm Street. The VHS cover was obviously handled frequently. The corners even looked chewed, as if you gnawed on it while you watched. Engrossed in the hair-raising fictional narrative. He only caught one glimpse of it, but clearly it was something you took a big interest in. No cheap bouquet of flowers or flimsy chain would have brought this much light to your features. 

"Well now my gift seems kinda silly." 

"They go hand in hand." His words were slightly muffled by a mouthful of sugary cookie and melted chocolate. His jaw flexed and moved as he chewed, pulling your attention to his jawline and bare neck. A fresh canvas you wanted to color with deep reds and purples. After swallowing down the first bite of his treat, he went on. "You need this to make more of these, right?" He gestured with the cookie, trying to make his point without dropping any crumbs on his precious seats. 

"Yeah, heh, I guess you're right." 

You were only halfway paying attention to the actual words coming out of his mouth. The majority of your attention was on his lips. The natural red tint, and the memory of how they felt against yours. Most of all, the one stubborn crumb that was clinging to his bottom lip. Begging for you to do exactly what you ended up doing. Brushing your thumb across the surface, and then bringing that thumb to your own mouth. Tasting the remnants of sweetness.

The foundation of Billy's resolve was crumbling. Collapsing under the heavy need to just do. Scratch that itch, and go for it. Flirting and fucking was nothing new to him. It was a game he almost had no difficulty winning on a regular basis. This was a different game altogether. With higher stakes. A bigger challenge. The reward? Well… the thought of that ring was terrifying, but not off-putting. 

So he took a chance and said 'fuck it'. Chasing after the contact that left his lips feeling cold and unoccupied. Swallowing your surprised gasp at the sudden movement, until you were moving right along with him. Waves crashing on your shore, and you molded under his touch like wet sand. Immediately giving him access when his tongue slipped fluidly between your lips. Your fingers closed tightly around the collar of his shirt, pulling him in as close as he could get. He wasn't getting away from you this time. 

Deeper, falling into the heat rising in his chest. He wanted to lift you over the obstruction between you two and into his lap. To grind up into you so closely he could feel your heartbeat through the soft fleshy junction between your thighs. Sink his teeth into your shoulder and groan desperately into your skin because he's aching to fill you with every throbbing inch of his cock. 

"Billy…" You carry his name on a whisper, catching your breath. "Do you…-" 

The sounds of Foreigner on the radio  snuck through the beat of silence. Slicing through the stifling physical tension. It was so cliché it made both of you laugh a bit. 

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me (hey)

"Dance with me." The request came out with a smile, surprising yourself when you thought of it. You were pulling the latch on the door before he could even give you his reply. "Come on!" 

Reluctantly, he got out with you but stayed close to his side of the vehicle. "I'm way too stiff for this." He meant that in more ways than one. Trying to subtly adjust himself while his lower half was hidden from view. "But if you wanna put on a show, I won't stop you." 

"Bull. I've seen you on the court." You made your way closer to him, swaying your hips along to the music playing through the car's windows. "You've got moves." 

How many rules did he plan on breaking tonight? There was nobody else here to snicker at him, or give him shit for it. Nobody would see it. You would see it. For all he knows, you could switch up on him. See behind his walls and tell the town what a bitch the 'big bad Billy' really is. 

"You're just like your fucking mother, I swear! You already dress like her. You a little bitch like her too? Crying like I hurt you that bad. Man up!!" 

Those weren't her words.. they were his. Neil wasn't the one holding his hand out, waiting for just the barest hint of intimacy. Billy allowed himself to lock eyes with you, catching how the stars sparkled in their reflection. If he soaked up the sun, then you soaked up the moon. Calling him closer step by step, till he was pressed against you. Hand in hand in front of his Camaro. 

I wanna know what love is

(Love that you feel inside)

I want you to show me

(I'm feeling so much love)

I wanna feel what love is

(And you know, you just can't hide)

I know you can show me

Your arms rested over his shoulders, locking your fingers at the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his hands join once again at the base of your spine (it was slowly becoming his favorite way to hold you). The music led you both in a slow sway, barely a two step, but enough to feel just right. No effort needed on either part. Billy was impressively smooth, stirring your hips on occasion when the music swept him up, then stopping the second he realized what he was doing. Not quite ready to be that exposed. You didn't call him on it, but you definitely planned on bringing that out another time. On slowly but surely, bringing him out. The pieces he tucked away. 

As you went to say something, you felt his index finger curl under your chin. Tilting you up into another kiss. He couldn't think of the words to explain the feelings he was currently swimming in. It almost hurt, how good it felt. Like stitches sewing and closing his open wounds. Stealing the breath right out of him, so his response was to borrow some of yours. Hoping on some kind of wavelength, you would understand. 

You did. And you gave it right back to him. A silent exchange that rang loud and clear between the two of you. After tonight, this thing you had going was more than just a one-off. More than a distraction. 

It was impossible to deny it now. You were falling. Falling fast. And Billy was more than willing to catch you.

♡ A/N: I'm a hopeless romantic, if you can't tell haha. I'm most likely not gonna write a part 3, because I actually have an idea for a fic series based kind of around this. But I hope you enjoyed this! Part 1 really blew up, and I'm happy so many people love Billy fluff as much as I do. ♡ Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated. ~

Masterlist, Ao3

Taglist: @smutlandia @henrycavillsslut @iamwarrenspeace @honeycovered-bandaids @thisispurpleyam

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fluff

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I have a couple of question-headcanons-idea thingies about Yves appearance if u don’t mind. So would Yves wear more gold or silver jewelry? Like I can’t decide whether he would have cool undertones or warm undertones. Cool undertones because of his sometimes very icy nature, steely stare and almost vampiric aspects of his nature. But also could be warm because of the motherly warmth and comfort he gives off, he reminds me of a hearth.

Also we gotta talk about how tall this man probably is like legit. Like you always describe him as tall and slender but it didn’t hit me until today that this man is probably a beanstalk. So like he was a model at one point which lets me know that he’s at the very least 6-6’3 naturally, now imagine the heels along with it, I dunno I personally think with heels he may be taller than Monty which adds to the intimidation factor.

Omg and his HAIRRR!! I always wondered what his natural hair texture is like whenever he doesn’t do blowouts. Like does he have naturally straight, wavy or even curly hair, I personally think he would have straight or slightly wavy naturally but I dunno, what r ur thoughts (if you have any, it’s okay to keep these things vague if u want)

(One day I will draw him Omg as u can see I have completely hyper fixated on him if I was reader I would be in his walls fr 😔)

Ou shid i am the opposite of minding, PLEASE DO SEND MOARR it also feeds my brain rot

anyways,

Yves only wears jewelry if it completes his look or it can aid him in manipulating people somehow.

When it comes to his outfits, he would wear silver if his clothes that day have cool undertones, and gold if it's warm and deep-toned. Yves could be your thermometer, if he knew that you're most likely to overheat that day, he would stick to cool neutrals. If it's chilly, he would don warm colors. Likewise with his choices in jewelry. Numerous other factors will determine his fashion, but the strongest influence is the weather and how he could use it to his advantage, making him much more appealing to you.

Yves's fingers are generally free of rings unless you and he were married. Then the wedding band will only leave his finger during certain situations such as performing surgery on you or cooking your meals. When he was younger, one of his favorite rings to wear was the brass knuckle. It would be a determining factor whether he beats his opponent into a bloody pulp, or he becomes one. As he grew older, he swapped that out with a quieter, secret compartment ring. A dash of whatever poison he decided to fill up that day does wonders without the mess and effort of throwing repeated punches. Perhaps you're particularly rowdy that day and wouldn't listen to reason, a little sedative would do the trick.

He does wear earrings though, mostly Diamond studded earrings because large or hanging ones would be more likely to snag on his hair and something else. He learned the existence of earlobe reattachment surgery through the hard way when he forgot to remove his hoops before a fight. But it doesn't mean he would never rock bolder styles, just rarely. During periods when he would wear his hair up, you would most likely see him wear pendant earrings that elongate the appearance of his elegant neck. Yves's extensive collection of jewelry he collected over the decade means you never see him wear the same set twice.

His height was kept vague because it would give me a lot of freedom to play with how he holds you. But just remember that he could carry you with one arm under your rear, on his hip, like a child. And to get to your eye level, he has to kneel. The height of his heels definitely depends on his goal and your personality, perhaps you're intimidated by his height. So he wears kitten pumps around you. However, to everyone else? Stilettos with red bottoms all the way.

Yves can wear flats or shoes, but why should he have to? He has worn heels for so long that it's actually much more comfortable to move in those torture devices. If you handed him a 20-inch lobster heel, Yves would walk or even run around in it as if he were wearing a pair of comfortable sneakers. His footwear must have at least a minimum of 2 inches on its heels.

If you pay close attention when he's barefoot, he's walking on his toes; he would be completely silent when moving around. But he's barely seen without some sort of footwear, even his home slippers have some height to it. This is mostly to alert you of his presence, so you won't have a heart attack whenever he greets you with a kiss on the back of your head.

His hair is implied to be naturally straight; he needed to sleep in silk curlers to look effortlessly gorgeous the next day. For the longest time, he hated his hair for not maintaining shape whenever he tried heat curling it. He wore extensions and wigs, and Yves tried shaving it all off to 'reset' his hair- that was one of the rougher patches in life he went through, he has experienced it all. Yves spent a good fortune on hairspray back then, he probably contributed greatly to the puncturing of the ozone layer. He wanted volume, he wanted structure, but he either didn't have the knowledge or the means to achieve that. Eventually, though, he learned through trial and error, through endless magazines and even research projects on how to care for his hair to look like his ideal. It's much thicker, healthier, and shinier than that of his past.

You wouldn't need to be in his walls, it's dusty there and you would get electrocuted with all the wiring in it. Yves wants you to come out so you would be in his lap, while he types away on his laptop. It's much more comfortable there, he wouldn't mind staying in the same position for hours and hours on end.

Just as long as you're fed, cleaned, using the toilet enough, and sleeping well. Yves will let you hyper-fixate on him as much as he hyperfixates on you.

But he knew that you wouldn't be able to even come close to his level of obsession towards you. And that's fine with him.

#yandere male #yandere oc #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere

[anashins]

hi mina, happy new year! starting off 2023 good through sending u a request!! i dunno if you have done this but can i request idol!jaehyun x actress!reader? but rather than reader who's fangirling over him, it's the other way around. like jh has been watching reader's works, praised her acting n recommends few of her works n stuff on live. so when they get paired tgt for a drama, they make such a cute couple both off and on screen, constantly giving compliments to e/o, etc., the rest is yours to tell!! thank you!!

(this is my manifestation of actor jaehyun to make a comeback in 2023, hopefully 🥲)

Pairing: idol!Jaehyun x actress!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: HNY, dear! Let's manifest actor!Jaehyun in a romantic role that makes us all swoon 😍

“You did well - J.”

You twisted the card in your hands, inspecting the front and the back, but not much else information had been sent along with the flowers that had waited for you in the dressing room on your last day of shooting. 

It was normal for actors to get flowers and gifts once they finished filming, but you usually knew who sent them - staff, crew, friends, family members. There wasn’t a person in your narrow circle of acquaintances starting with the letter ‘J’ and not having written their full name on the cards except for the mysterious sender of the pink peonies. 

Out of all flowers, they were your favorite ones, that much they knew.

“Do you know who sent them?” you asked your assistant, but she also only shrugged.

“They got brought in with all the other gifts.” She paused and then widened her eyes as though she got hit by a sudden realization. “I bet it’s Jaehyun! How funny would that be?”

You blinked still in confusion. “Who?”

“Jaehyun from NCT. The one you’re shooting your next drama with? The lead? Hello?”

“Ah, you mean Jeong Yuno. I don’t perceive him as the idol he is. Under his real name, he’s only my co-actor.” 

You were only a casual listener to k-pop, but of course you knew NCT. When you had first gotten casted for this new coming of age drama, you were so happy to finally do something that wasn’t targeted to teens only that you didn’t care much about who the lead was, that was how much you trusted the respectful director. When it was announced that Jaehyun from NCT would do his second drama alongside you in this challenging project, you had been initially doubtful. He was an idol, not an actor, and idol dramas had quite the reputation you didn’t want to live up to. You hoped he too.

“I saw his Instagram live yesterday.” Your assistant was a certified fan with her bias being Doyoung. “He recommended your newest release and encouraged his fans to look forward to this one. He’s certainly such a fanboy of yours.”

“... he did?” You looked at the flowers and the card again. “He certainly got a lot of praise for his first drama.”

“I told you so!”

You allowed yourself to smile, getting caught up in a wishful thought that your assistant could be right and the flowers came from him, although you hadn’t even met personally yet. He was indeed very handsome, and from what you had seen, kind and respectful too, certainly a nice lead to act alongside with.

“Are we getting flattered, y/n?” she teased.

“No way!” you defended yourself. “Could be anyone else too. Quite a few celebs recommend my works, it probably has nothing to do with him.”

“Whatever you say, but that’s my guess.”

____

“Jaehyun, how was your experience working alongside y/n for your newest drama? She’s praised as the greatest actress of this generation.”

Jaehyun looked at the interviewer. He had been booked today for a photoshoot and an article with this magazine, of course questions about his latest work were inevitable. 

“She certainly is,” he answered. “She’s been in the industry since she was a child, so she has a lot of experience and could teach me many things since this is my second drama only. We practiced our scenes together a lot, so that the director would be satisfied and not many re-shoots were needed. She’s a capable and helpful co-actress.”

“What was an incident that stuck with you while filming?”

“One day, I came in sick, but we really needed to close this certain scene at the venue. Y/n waited for me with a thick blanket in which she wrapped me once I finished filming so that I wouldn’t be too cold. Aside from being a great actress, y/n is a great person too, always looking out for others.”

Jaehyun knew the last sentence was probably pushing it, but he got a kick out of it, wondering how much of it could make it through the editing process since he had read through the internet as well. Most of his fans were head over heels for such facts that supported their fictional ship. Truth to be told, he hadn’t expected such a positive reception, especially since they had quite a few kissing scenes too. 

“Okay…” The interviewer raised his brow over Jaehyun’s open attitude.  “You once admitted you were a fan of y/n or better say her works, even before shooting the drama. While filming, it was quite obvious that you got along well, not only during your scenes together, but also privately as you constantly talked and joked around. Would you say the fondness you had developed for each other on screen transferred to off screen? Fans would certainly be delighted. They even refer to you as the next Song couple.”

“This is not an appropriate question,” the manager interrupted. “I would ask you to stick to the questions approved beforehand.”

“Yes, but only this additional one… y/n recently got spotted wearing a shirt you once wore as well that wasn’t even produced by the designer anymore and was a bit too large for her. How can you explain this?”

“Please stick to the approved questions,” the manager chided again, obviously ready to throw hands.

“With an occupation in the entertainment industry, not as an idol but now also as an actor, I wouldn’t have so much time for a relationship,” Jaehyun cleared up. “In the future, I would like to continue concentrating on drama roles while simultaneously giving my best to contribute to the group. Please look forward to NCT’s comeback next month.”

“Thank you, Jaehyun.”

____

When Jaehyun had finished his last schedule for the day, he got into the car. It was already dark outside, but he still pulled out his phone to dial a certain number. She picked up right after the first ring.

“Listen…” he began and sighed, “I know you like wearing my clothes. But can you please not pick out one from years ago that people might recognize? They are sharp-eyed.”

She giggled at the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry, it looked so cozy. Are you already on your way?”

“Yes. See you in a few. I brought a gift.”

On the seat next to him, there was a bouquet of pink peonies.

#jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x you #nct x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x you #kpop x reader #requests

[punsmaster69]

10/NOV/20XX

"Sans."

"Sans."

"SANS."

"SANS, STOP THROWING ME, GODDAMN IT!!"

"We're not getting ANYWHERE like this!"

"you look like you need a hand."

"I don't!"

"I REALLY don't!!"

"....."

"alphys, stop grabbing me."

"It's only fair."

"c'mon. we're not getting 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 like this."

"Oh, shut UP!!"

i'm at undyne and alphys' place, playing co-op games.

(i'm really helpful, as you can tell.)

papyrus was playing with us, but he apparently made plans with flowey.

sorry, 'flowery'.

that's what paps calls him.

must be a nickname of sorts,

'cuz when paps is real serious, he'll say 'flowey'.

..which is to say, almost never.

that weed's got a big soft spot for papyrus.

and tori.

and despite the squabbles, i think he really cares about frisk, too.

——

"Undyne..."

"Let me-"

"I'm gonna make this jump by myself if it's the last thing I do!!"

"Y-you're losing all your lives.."

"I'm GONNA make it!"

she did not.

i'm already out myself, after undyne got pissed and threw me into a pit a few times.

now it's just alphys vs. the clock.

"GO, Alphy, GO!!"

——

"YEAAAAHHH!!!!"

i whispered, "(epic dub.)"

alphys slowly turned to me with a look of disgust.

"(You are... so cringe.)"

"(you're just jealous of my hip-ness. i'm totally epic.)"

"(Stop??)"

——

"Yo, Sans."

"Wanna have one with us before you leave?"

undyne shook a cup noodle.

"sure."

been a while since i had ramen for dinner, since paps usually cooks. stopped having them as often because they're not really substantial enough for me anymore.

oh, to go back to being a teen who could live off noodles forever.

——

sometime while we were eating, it really started coming down.

"When'd it start raining THIS hard?"

"You might have to stay here until it clears, Sans."

"if i pull my hood up i'll be fine getting home."

"Dude, no way we're letting you go out like that."

alphys squinted out the window.

"It's getting dark, too. You're not gonna be able to see a thing!"

they've got a point, but paps is gonna be worried.

——

"STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!!"

"ok"

"i am"

"did you get home before the rain?"

"NO, I'M AT MS. TORIEL'S."

"ANY IDEA WHEN IT'LL CLEAR?"

"looks like it might be all night."

"SO IT'S AN IMPROMPTU SLEEPOVER, NOW?"

"guess so"

"DO THEY HAVE SPARE BLANKETS AND WHATNOT FOR YOU TO USE?"

"lemme ask"

"ok"

"one pillow"

"but no sheets"

"THAT'S.. NOT GREAT."

"eh"

"good enough"

"how's it for you at tori's?"

"MS. TORIEL IS DEFINITELY ALWAYS PREPARED."

"HER COUCH IS QUITE COMFORTABLE!"

"BY THE"

"huh"

"SORRY. I HIT SEND TOO EARLY."

"I MEANT:

BY THE WAY, DID YOU EAT ALREADY?"

"cup noodles"

he took a long time to respond.

"HM."

"what"

"IS THAT REALLY NUTRITIONAL ENOUGH?"

"survived off the stuff before"

"AND YOU WERE ALWAYS TERRIBLY SHAKY, BEFORE."

"if that was all i'd eaten"

"....IS THAT ALL YOU'VE EATEN?"

"the cereal and coffee this morning"

"UGH."

"I AGREED TO CEREAL ON THE CONDITION THAT YOU HAD SOMETHING MORE SUBSTANTIAL LATER."

"corn flakes are substantial"

"NOT*"

"i'll lie"

"lice"

"libe"

"live"

"jeez"

"sorry"

"WHAT HAPPENED THERE??"

"fuzzy vision+hands stuff"

"WHAT."

"maybe i stared too hard at the screen or somethin"

"AND THE HANDS??"

"dunno"

"OKAY."

"THAT'S."

"I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOUR POOR DIETARY CHOICES TODAY, THEN."

"I SEE YOU TYPING AND IF IT'S AT ALL REMINISCENT OF A 'IT'S FINE' I WANT YOU TO STOP."

"...REALLY?"

"OKAY. OKAY."

"SO YOU'RE:"

"RUNNING ON CAFFEINE, SUGAR, AND CARBS."

"SLEEPING WITH NO BLANKETS DURING A COLD RAINSTORM."

"SUFFERING VARIOUS HEALTH COMPLICATIONS."

"AND I'M... THERE FOR NONE OF IT."

"DON'T EVEN SAY IT."

"ok"

"bro?"

"you still there?"

"..HOLD ON. GIVE ME A MINUTE."

"what's going on?"

"....paps???"

——

oh my god.

really papyrus, what the hell?

now you're worrying 𝘮𝘦.

he marched through that storm out there just to bring me home?

"Not even an umbrella..?"

"I.. DIDN'T THINK ABOUT IT."

"HOLD ON, LET ME GO OUT AND GET A BIG ONE SO SANS-"

"Like hell you are!!"

"I HAVE TO TAKE SANS HOME!"

"you're soaked, paps..."

"A LITTLE RAIN CAN'T STOP THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

——

the weather eventually let up enough for us to borrow umbrellas and walk home.

i'm still worried about him, though. he sat in those cold, soaked clothes for a while.

says he feels fine...

but he's been trembling a little since he came in.

"ONCE I WARM UP MORE, I'LL BE A-OKAY!"

——

"ISN'T IT TOO LATE FOR YOU TO BE WRITING ANY MORE? ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE NOT FEELING GREAT!"

"paps, you are-"

"PLEASE GO TO BED. STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME!"

"i'm only going if you do."

"..ALRIGHT, FAIR ENOUGH. I'LL GO AS WELL."

"goodnight, bro."

"GOODNIGHT, SANS!!"

"throw on a couple more blankets tonight, ok? maybe put on a sweater."

"I DON'T NEED-"

he shivered.

"......."

"WILL DO."

#journal #undertale #sans #papyrus #undyne #alphys #sans and papyrus #sans and alphys #papyrus and sans #skelebros

[yourtouchismidas]

What about if Matty and RG got called into school for something, like one of the girls got in trouble for something, nothing major, maybe just typical high school stuff like smoking in the toilets ahaha. I can’t imagine Matty being any good at discipline, he loves his girls too much bless him

so i think most of the girls are well behaved at school, and keep most of their experimenting and stuff outside of it. there is one exception though. stevie matilda. stevie came out a little rule breaker. she was always crying til she was red in the face if she didnt get her way. she would draw on the walls and pinch her sisters when they were playing quietly and run off giggling.

you and matty pretty much try everything. the naughty step. early bedtimes. no pudding. but stevie sits on the naughty step and entertains herself by singing. she goes to bed early without a fuss, talking sweetly to matty as her lifts the cover for her, as if its a normal bedtime and not a punishment.

"she's happy at least," you say, as you and matty groan into your before-bed-tea at the kitchen table, after another day of trying to get her to do what you say.

"maybe it's just a phase," matty says, "a terrible seven? is that a thing?"

"no matty. but even if it was, stevie has a terrible six too. and five. and..."

"okay i got it," he says, placing a hand over yours and tapping. you look at him. his laughter lines. his crows feet. his greying hair. the warm light reflecting in his glasses.

"you're too soft on her," you tell him.

"i'm not."

"you are. she listens better to me. hell, she listens better to george."

"okay maybe i am. i just cant help it. i mean. have you seen her? the smile? the dimples? she's fucking adorable."

she keeps growing and you send her off to secondary hoping that the teachers are more equipped to dealing with naughty kids. your children have all gone to regular school their whole lives, despite matty earning enough to send them to private (the exception being valley once she hit eleven and needed more advanced classes).

"if public school was good enough for me. it's good enough for my girls," he said.

"stevie will probably get expelled if we sent her to private school anyway. apple doesnt fall far," you agreed.

so off stevie went to secondary and amazingly, you didnt hear anything. no phone calls. the occasional detention but nothing major. something odd happened with the twins early in their school journey. close as anything at home, they separated at school, made new friends, took different classes, became themselves, before returning to their shared bedroom at night to gossip until they fell asleep, sometimes in the same bed.

then the call came.

"hi is that stevie healy's mum?"

you'd just finished lunch and all the girls were at school . you were expecting a call from gigi at uni today and thought that's what this was. you beckon matty over from where he is stuffing crisps in his mouth and whisper "stevie." his eyes go wide. you hold the phone up to both your ears.

"unfortunately stevie has been sent to the headmistress today..."

they explain what has happened. stevie was caught on top of the gym hall roof with her friends. no one knows how she got up there and when asked to come down she refused, telling the teacher she didnt want to show other kids how to get up there, and he shouldn't want that either, or tomorrow everyone would be doing it. apparently there had been damages to school property. no one was hurt. you're asked to come and collect her. suspended for the rest of the day.

"stevie healy!" you yell at her when you see her, sitting outside the headmistresses office, head in her phone.

"hey mum," she says. like its regular pick up time.

"what do you think you were doing?" matty says, trying to put on a stern voice and failing. stevie smirks a little.

"i dunno. all the older kids take up all of the field and grounds to eat lunch. there was nowhere to go. this school should really provide more places for year sevens to eat if they want to stop this kind of behaviour from happening again."

"unbelievable," you say.

"when we get home we're going to have a massive talk about respect," matty says. the headmistress is behind him now. watching. he sounds stern enough for her. not for stevie.

"didn't you set fire to uncle george's trousers when you were my age?"

"thats... well... that's not relevant right now. come on. we're going home. we'll pay for the damages," matty assures the headmistress.

when you're leaving, matty hears a little voice.

"dad?"

it's lexie, staring at you all crossing the courtyard, frowning.

"what's happened? you okay stevie?"

"your sister has been in trouble."

"god sake steve," lexie says. "got all scared then. thought there was a problem."

"there is a problem. your sister," you say. while matty kisses lexie on the side of the head, making her blush and assures her not to worry.

"see you at home," he tells her.

at home you both sit stevie down at the table and tell her off. you tell her she needs to sort her act out. that authority is hard sometimes yes, but you have to get by and stop doing things that could harm others. matty is actually stern. and stevie looks shocked. she looks in her lap and almost cries. but then locks eyes with him again. willing to take the yelling, knowing she earned it, and also that she can take it.

there is a silence afterwards. stevie sits and the two of you lean against the counter.

"okay, shall we go to a movie or something then?" matty says.

"matthew!" you say.

he shrugs, "what? she's off school. may as well."

you sigh. "too fucking soft," you mutter, but you grab your bag anyway. may as well.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty

[spideysbruh]

Gone Now

im a slut for flashbacks im sorry lol

tony stark's daughter (and peters gf) blip while they're on the planet and she's at home.

This can be read as y/n i just cant write in second person sorry lol hope you guys like the name riley.

~

"I like this dress the most, you would look great in it, Pepper!" Riley said as she flipped through wedding magazines in the compound.

All day today, Riley was trying to occupy her mind and not think about where her dad and boyfriend were doing right now. Peter had webbed her hand to the school bus they were on earlier and told her to stay there and get home as soon as possible. 

Riley was resting her head on Peters shoulder when he shot up and looked out the window, “Holy shit.” He mumbled and Riley looked up and over at Peter, “Stay here, okay baby?” He said quickly and turned around and told Ned something, but she was too busy staring at the giant circle spaceship in the sky.

“Pete, wh-”

“Stay here!” He exclaimed over all the commotion that Ned had caused, Riley watched as Peter opened the window and climbed out, “Just- let me know when you get home, okay?” 

Riley went to get out, considering her dad made her a suit as well, just in case, he had told her. “Peter you ca-” She was cut off by Peters web hitting her hand and making it stick to the bus.

“I’m sorry! I love you!” He yelled before swinging away.

“God damn it. Ned, can you help me?” 

So now she was here, trying to not think about her dad and boyfriend fighting some weird aliens. “Do you want to get married?” Pepper asked while pulling out more wedding ideas from a box she had.

Riley blushed and shrugged, “I dunno. To the right person, y’know? Just- one and done.” Pepper gave her a teasing smirk and they both giggled.

“Like to Peter? Is he the right one?”

Riley smiled and felt her heart tug at the mention of Peter, hopefully he’s okay. “I mean… yeah, he’s perfect! But- we’re still so young.” She replied and raised the magazine to cover her face.

“You guys do seem perfect together, but what do I know? It took me and Tony took forever to get together.” She laughed, Riley smiled and thought back to when her and Peter first met.

“Riley! Hey Riley!” Peter yelled, running up to her in the halls of their school.

Riley turned around, “Hi… Peter right?” She smiled and Peter nodded, his cheeks turning pink. She knew who he was.

“Y- yeah! I saw we had English together, I was wondering if you were willing to help me with my essay?”

“Why? Cause i’m Tony Starks kid? Honestly, just because he’s a genius, playboy- whatever the fuck, doesn’t mean I am too.” She joked, but Peter seemed to think she was serious.

“Uh, no no! I just saw that you had finished yours! I thought-”

“I know, Pete. I was joking… it came off serious- god I don’t know how my dad does it.” She sighed and Peter chuckled. “You can come today over after school? Is that cool with you?”

“Uh, y- your place?”

“Yeah. Or yours, wherever you like! Just let me know.”

“Um-”

“...Are you scared of my dad?”

“.. A little!” He answered honestly, Riley laughed and started walking to her next class.

“So my place it is. You can rip the bandaid off and maybe I can get you an internship with him!” She smiled, sending him a wink.

She knew he was Spider-Man. 

"Oh shit." He mumbled.

"I always thought we were weird together." She said honestly, "Like we don't make sense, y'know?"

"No way! You guys are both adorable little nerds who love to geek out over Star Wars and… hot celebrities! I don't know,  whatever you guys like." She smiled. Riley laughed and watched as Pepper reached for her glass of water.

"You think they're okay?" She asked, the mood switching to a more serious one. 

"I know they are. They'll take care of eachother. Don't worry, hun." Pepper reassured her, "I actually have something to tell you… um, now is probably not the right time, but-" She was cut off by her phone ringing, she sighed and picked up her phone. "Tony?"

Riley quickly sat up and motioned for her to put the phone on speaker, Pepper did it quickly and they both listened to the silence on the other end.

"Dad? Is everything okay? Where's Peter?" Riley asked, her heart hammering in her chest.

"God, kid. It's always about your spider boyfriend. What about your cool dad?" He joked, and the girls sighed in relief. "He's fine, by the way. Um- Thanos is- he's not here anymore. We think he went to Earth. So, here's what I need you to do-"

"Thanos?" Riley whispered and Pepper shrugged.

"I can't… lose you guys, not now. I need you two to promise me that you won't go to… wherever the team is and fight. I need you guys to stay home. Safe. Okay?"

"Tony, what is going on? Who is this Thanos guy?" Pepper questioned and Riley thought about how Peter is still out there. "And where are you?"

"I'll explain when I get home, I promise. Just please do what I asked. I gotta go okay? I love you girls." 

As fast as he had called, he hung up. 

~

About an hour later, the girls are still waiting for literally anything from any Avenger. 

"That's it! I'm gonna-"

"You're not leaving." Pepper said, flipping through a magazine, "Oooh I like these flowers."

Riley scoffed and walked towards her room, "I'm gonna try something." She called out and quickly typed something onto her computer. About a minute of typing led to her seeing where Peter and her dad were. 

"What the fuck?" She whispered, "Pepper?" 

"What is it, honey?" 

"Um… you gotta see this!" 

Pepper rushed to her room and looked at her computer. "How did you learn this?"

"Do you know who my dad is?" She smirked, Pepper let out an exhale and looked back at the screen.

"This says they're on an entirely different planet… I-"

"Well I mean, it could be wrong- it's not- but it could be." Riley shrugged and quickly typed some more before getting two earpieces from her drawer. "Only one way to find out." She said and handed one to Pepper. "Put that in."

"What- you're gonna connect to them and we'll be able to talk to them?" Pepper asked, watching the girl type so many codes and overrides.

"Mm yah. And it should work… right now." She said and pressed enter. "Hello? Peter? Dad?"

There was some static and then Tony's voice, "Oh my god, Riley?!" 

Pepper smiled and left the room to talk to Tony without interrupting Riley.

"Ri?! Oh my god- are you okay? How-” RIley smiled and felt her eyes water at Peters voice.

“C’mon, my dads a genius, I can hack into your guys earpieces.” She replied and Peter chuckled. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Peter… I- you left so quick-”

“I know, I’m sorry I just didn’t want you getting hurt, you didn’t have your suit and Mister Stark would’ve killed me!”

“Damn right.” Tony said and Riley laughed.

“When are you coming back?”

“I- I don’t know, baby. Thanos is- I almost had the gauntlet off but then- well, he left. He’s down there we think.”

“What’s gonna happen if the guys down here don’t defeat him?”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetie. We’ll figure it  out.” Tony said, Riley sighed.

“Talk to me about something else! What did you and Pepper do today?” Peter asked, he sounded cheerful but Riley knows it was just a front. He was just as scared. And he knew more than her. Riley exhaled and opened her blinds, letting the sunset hit her room, giving her room a nice orange glow.

“Well, we mainly looked at wedding magazines, saw some cute dresses.”

“Yeah?” Peter smiled, his heart swelling.

“Yeah,” Riley giggled, and leaned forward, staring out the window, “Just wedding planning, I have a whole pinterest board for the wed- what the fuck?” 

“What?!” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh my god! Pete, there’s something happening…”

“Oh, f- Riley, baby what do you see?” Peter asked, tears already coming down his face as nothing but fear overtook his heart and mind.

“What is it, Riley?” Tonys voice came in.

“It… looks like… dust?”

That made Peters heart stop, it happened. He looked behind him and saw as Mantis slowly disappeared, he choked on the air and 

“Dad?... What’s happening?” Riley whimpered, watching as people disappeared on the streets below her, she heard a crash but didn’t dare look up at the sky.

“Riley, honey, it’ll be okay- j- just breathe, like I taught you, remember?”

Riley took in one deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out.

“Dad, I’m scared.” Riley cried and looked at her legs, they were still there. Then her arms, all good.

“Don’t- it’s okay, Riley, you’re okay.”

“Peter?” She whispered, like she was afraid it would happen to her if she spoke any louder.

“Y- yeah, Ri?” Peter sighed, trying to focus on Rileys voice.

“You remember the first time we hung out?” She giggled, looking down at her legs again.

It started.

No pain.

“Yeah, baby.” He laughed, wiping at his face and nose. He felt something was off with her, he knew it was happening.

“You needed help with your essay, but we just ended up arguing over which Star Wars movie is the best?” She smiled as it spread up to her waist, she was half gone.

Peter chuckled, “Yeah. I just had to get to know you better. You were too cute. I didn’t care about the essay.” He replied softly, Tony smiled at their conversation.

Riley giggled, “Peter?... I love you. I know I don’t tell you that enough but- I do. I really love y-” 

She was gone. All that he heard now was static and the eerie wind behind him. Tony walked up to him and pulled him in for a hug. All while also letting himself cry.

“Fuck!” Peter yelled, falling to his knees and gripping onto Tonys arm.

“We’ll get her back, Parker. I promise.” He mumbled, his hearing zoning out as heard Pepper walk into Rileys now empty room. He could hear faintly, “Oh my god!”

“Pepper! You stay there, alright? I can’t lose you t-”

“Uh, Mr. Stark?”

*

#peter parker #peter parker x fem #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #avengers #tony stark #pepper potts #spider man x reader

[gren-arlio]

You guys voted Something Random, I love and hate you at the same time.

In that case...Y'all know about JUMP HERO? Welcome to...well, rambles about some random things.

(Da Satan Plant. As of writing this I just hit 51 followers. Wow.)

Hey all, Gren here. I know its been a bit since I've properly posted, and frankly, you're not wrong at all. Life's been busy, and with the rate I'm going at (going to college and whatnot, middle of the school year shenanigans,) there's no way in hell I'll be able to keep the once-a-week posting that I've done. Maybe for summer, but I dunno yet.

Also, life's been hitting me HELLA hard recently, so motivation is also not there. If YKYK.

Which leads to an announcement that I made before: I won't exactly be posting weekly anymore. I'll just... post whenever I feel like it nowadays. Adds a lot less stress for me, and I'll be able to send dumb shit about Puyo and Madou here. Ya know, like a normal blog. You might get 3 posts in a week for all you know.

But enough on that. I'm here to ramble. This won't be a Waku Puyo Extras thing or whatever, literally just things I wanna show and explain some nonsense. There's no formula. Enjoy.

----

I've been working on this stuff since April of last year, and it's been going decently well, people partially know my works. Now, what in the world do I want to show y'all this time around, since I got free will?

Well for one, I'd you've been following my work for a bit, you'd know about the pain that was finding Madou Sugoroku content, that game was so elusive to me that I was convinced it wasn't real for a period of time.

Uh, yeah. It's real. Very, very much real. And man do I love the style of the game. It's so dang pretty. I'll mention gameplay some other time, I'll cover it another time, but today's not that day.

Also. Arle's fit.

It's basically Schezo's clothes but it looks so damn good. No complaints here. Though I do wonder how she got it.

I do want to mention the Pairs though. Arle/Satan is fine, Witch/Draco have been paired since like Saturn, Schezo/Incubus at least have Waku Puyo, Minotauros/Rulue is obligatory, but what the FUCK is going on with the pairing of Sasori Man/Zoh Daimoh? The fact they got two word names?

I do wish that Draco just had a little bit more than what she has currently. I love her, she's a funny person and whatnot, I just wish there was...more, you know?

She's been a character I've been wanting to cover for god knows how long, it's just I've never had enough unique things to talk about with her. Lotta the stuff is things we do know, or Puyo Puyo Tetris [2] sorta just making her beauty obsessed.

Least in Waku Puyo, she has some comedic scenes, canonically being able to make 5 chains and confusing Schezo at least 3 times. And in the manga, she bounces off Rulue and Minotauros decently, her fight was fun to read.

(Don't ask how Rulue learned Shadow Clone Jutsu)

And for a second, let me say that the designs in this manga are top-notch. Witch's redesign is nice, Rulue's looks really good, Draco's design is great, Schezo consistently has the best clothes, and Lagnus... somehow looks even better.

Oh yea, speaking of Draco, let's look at someone who sorta kinda maybe perchance looks like her but is actually from JUMP HERO.

... I'm awful with transitions. We're talking about the series. Sorta.

So, JUMP HERO. Series made by Compile, unknown to a lot of us.

(Nexus image)

Frankly, I want to cover this game sometime. It seems so...interesting. The characters, the gameplay, the story, it all seems so interesting to me.

People like Billie Be Babine, Margarita Linda, (the black and red folks in the front), Sugar & Oligo, they all seem so damn cool. Oh, and that Penguin is some fella named Ivan. He has a reeeeeally long last name.

Oh and that robot guy is like 2 years old canonically. Needed to mention that.

This is Sugar and Oligo btw. They seem fun to talk about sometime.

(Nexus image)

The game feels so heavily unexplored. I want to see it sometime. When? Whole other story.

But with that, I think this'll end my small ramble about nothing. Thanks for reading.

Adios.

#madou monogatari #puyo puyo #schezo puyo puyo #sega #waku waku puyo puyo dungeon #rulue puyo puyo #arle puyo puyo #draco puyo puyo #local boy rambles about nothing

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I wish you would write a fic where Cal & Pickles babysit Seth's son for a day

this got.... so long....... but i love it. thank you!!!

Australia. Fucking, Australia. They had to gig there again at some point, and Pickles knows any time would be too soon, so might as well rip the band-aid off. The “We Will Get Better” tour is being accepted on a broader scale than imagined. The world is ablaze, or mostly is now, but everyone still wants to preach to the choir. Sing the hymns that Nathan gives them and raise their hands in praise.

“Fuck, Australia got hit bad.” Pickles remarks, staring out of their hotel room window at what is left of Sydney – the place is awful. Calypso clears her throat.

“Uh, actually, because of its location, only the West got hit by the Doomstar… Australia’s one of the few places that didn’t get, like, wrecked completely…”

“Oh… Well… Shit.”

She laughs, until there’s a knock on the door. She barely has it open before the person on the other side barges in, Seth grinning in his sickening way as he sees Pickles first thing. Pickles glares, watching Cal flex her fist before thinking better of it. He saunters in, a small figure behind him.

“Hey brother, you didn’t come by and see me when you landed.” He muses, the fake accent grating on Pickles. Not that he has any pride in where he comes from – but somehow when Seth gets involved, he can be mad about anything. “Gutted but uh – I’ll get over it. Hey, listen, your ain’t playing tonight, huh?”

“No, Cal and I are- we’re tomorrow.” Pickles is thankful for the swapping aspect of the band, if only because he can fiddle with the roster and get some alone time with her.

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, uh hey, this is my son.” Seth steps aside, looking out at the city – his city, as far as he’s concerned. The mayor can go stick a rusty nail up his ass. Anyone who helps run Dethklok, runs the world. Seth knows that now; he knows how to play the game. “Look, I’m kinda busy today. Amber wants to uh, I dunno, go shoppin’. I dunno. But we need to, y’know, bond. Get close again. Can’t do that with this little guy around, right? You get where I’m goin’ with this, brother.” Pickles’ face crumples, “Look, you got a whole, a whole day to yourself. I don’t get any time. With Amber or myself, haha. So do me a favour, huh?”

“Do you a favour,” Pickles is interrupted by Seth shoving a paper bag in his arms, “Seth, look, Cal and I gotta relax before the gig tomorrow, and we probably gotta help ‘em set up,”

“Sounds fun,” Seth is not listening, walking back towards the door – he stops by his son, patting him on the head, and the boy leans back out of his reach, “Alright, you can send him home at uh, 9.”

“Nine?!” Cal snaps, but Seth barely looks at her, walking out backwards and giving Pickles some very lazy finger guns.

“Thanks, brother.”

The door slams shut. Cal and Pickles look at each other, and then down at the red headed boy who is playing with the fringes of the blanket on the bed. He finally looks up at them. Immediately Cal can’t be mad – cause she isn’t gonna be mad at a kid. But Pickles is still tense, and he slams the paper bag down on the desk. “This ain’t fair! He can’t keep doin’ this to me, man! I told you every time I’m near him, he just drives me fucking insane!”

“I know- Pickles,” Cal walks over, trying to quell him before he says something he might regret. Pickles shakes her away.

“No, I can’t keep doin’ this, he sucks! I don’t wanna fuckin’ babysit a kid, I wanna go out for a fuckin’ drink with my girlfriend, and see my friends play their fuckin’ music!”

“PICKLES!” Cal raises her voice over him, angling her head at the nephew. He’s staring at them, still, but with a more resigned expression than she expected. Pickles freezes, staring down at the boy. Red headed, in clothes that don’t quite fit. He’s trying to stay angry, trying to keep it all contained so that he can release it on Seth later. But he’s angry now, and Seth isn’t here now, so what good is that? No doubt he won’t even be around at 9 either.

“Oh.” He deflates, “Uh – sorry. Kid.”

“Ok.”

Pickles feels even worse. He wonders what Seth is like as a parent – how often Amber is on her phone, or if she tries at least… A little. He’s never been interested in being a dad, mostly because he’s older now and it isn’t in the cards for him anymore. He doesn’t know how to interact with this kid. But he doesn’t have to be the kid’s dad – he just has to be… Present. “You wanna watch tv?”

The boy sits on the bed, legs crossed, and eats his little grapes. Cal watches, and peers into the bag for the rest of his lunch; a sandwich, pathetic and squished, with a bite out of it already. That’s it? “This is pathetic.” Cal whispers to Pickles, who glances at the back.

“Seems like a pretty normal lunch to me.”

Cal rolls her eyes, patting Pickles on the arm, “Oh, sug’.” She ignores Pickles’ questioning look, knowing they’ll get into it later. “I’m gonna go get some real food – you’d like that, right? Both of ya?”

“Yeah!”

“O-Okay.” Pickles suddenly follows her to the door, “Wait, can I go too,”

“Hon, no.” she pushes him back into the room, “I won’t be long, alright?”

“You can’t leave me alone wit’ him! What do we talk about?”

“He’s watching tv, he won’t even want to talk.” She leans in and kisses his cheek – and though he looks worried, he leans his head to kiss her cheek back before she retreats. “I won’t be long. Promise.”

And then she closes the door. He turns, and well, true enough: the boy is just staring at the tv, perhaps willing Pickles to disappear into another dimension.

Pickles stares at the tv. A kid’s show – or a babies show, really – with Anthro dogs. The only reason he even recognises it is, he knows the episode: Toki has some of the stuffed animals in his room. “Aren’t you too old for this?”

“Aren’t you too bald for that hair cut?” he snaps back, and Pickles clenches his fist. But he’s a kid. He’s a kid. He’s a kid. And it was so quick, he almost admires it. Suddenly a Lhasa Apso came on screen, with exaggerated snout whiskers. Toki’s voice comes out of it, and then a red Komondor appears on the other side of the titular character. Pickles barely remembers recording those lines.

“You know dat’s me, right?” he points. His nephew looks sceptical, but does seem familiar enough.

He hesitates before replying, as if he might get into trouble, but surely if his dad said it then there must be some truth to it: “My dad says you don’t do anything.”

“Your dad doesn’t know shit.” He doesn’t hold back, tired of sticking up for Seth or saving his ass when it is undeserved. And his nephew doesn’t seem phased by the language or the disparaging comments. “I saved the world, kid.”

“That’s kinda cool.” He mutters, and Pickles almost straightens up. They both sit quiet, and when the episode ends, Pickles offers to show him some real entertainment, changing it to a rock music channel. The boy’s eyes widen as he stares at the guitars and the drums and the music fills the room. He’s enamoured; neither of them speak.

Then Cal comes back with proper food – burgers and fries and chicken nuggets and juice. Both boys’ faces light up and they grin, and Cal looks between them both. It’s like staring at the past and the present. The moment she puts the stuff down on the bed, they rip apart the bags, creating a free for all.

“What happened to your eye?” the boy peers at her, and Cal hesitates. Pickles doesn’t give any helpful indication of what to do. She shrugs, crossing her legs.

“Uhm, I got into a fight. They took it out.”

“Sick.” The boy stares at her, but it isn’t in disgust. She looks back at him, smirking a little.

“You ever get into any fights?”

“Ugh, yeah.” He jabs a fry into the sauce, “Peter keeps shoving me into lockers ‘cause of dad. He sucks.”

“Fuck yeah!” Pickles can’t hold back, and he doesn’t even care about the look Cal gives him. “I’ll drink t’that!”

He holds out his beer, crouching to get to face height. He raises an eyebrow, and Pickles picks up the boy’s wrist and clinks his beer with his juice box, “Why aren’t you fightin’ back?”

“I dunno how.” He mumbles, sipping his apple juice, watching the way Pickles downs his beer. Cal makes a face, shaking her head and finishing the nugget in her hand.

“Nuh-uh, that won’t fly with me.” She stands, gesturing for him to stand too – “I’ll show you some defensive stuff, ‘kay? And then I’ll show you an uppercut. And some other stuff if we have time.”

Pickles watches her, leaning back on the headboard of the bed. He smirks a little, and his nephew seems absolutely ready to learn. She shows him a block, and how to tip someone over his shoulder (he laughs so loudly, so jovially, as Cal picks him up and throws him back onto the bed. Pickles can’t help but laugh too). And then she shows him how to trap someone’s arm, “And if you do it this way, you’ll break it. But uh, y’know. You’ll only use that in self-defence, right?” she stares at him, and he nods slowly, “Ya promise?” she holds out her pinky. She notices he hesitates, before finally interlocking his pinky with hers, and they shake on it. Unable to stay out of the conversation, Pickles offers to show some more backhanded stuff; less flashy, but it got him out of plenty of situations on the streets.

Before they know it, a Klokateer knocks on their door.

“We have been contacted by your brother, my lord. He wants his child back.”

“Oh – uh,” Pickles looks over at his nephew, who is drawing something with Cal, “Really? So soon?”

“It is midnight, my lord.” He pauses, “And a school night.”

“Oh.” Pickles assumes that’s a bad thing. The boy looks up, and Cal notices the way his face changes. He knows it’s time to go home. “Okay, well uh – let’s go, kid.” He waves him over. The boy reluctantly makes his way to the door, and Pickles hesitates. They stare at each other, and Pickles can’t handle the vulnerable, truthful face of a child up close. He kneels down. “Look, uh, come see me play tamarrow, okay? I’ll send Seth tickets, right? VIP. You can watch me and Cal do our thing. And we’re the best.”

They smile at each other. His nephew hands him the paper he was doodling on, before saying bye to them both. At least he was leaving the room with a smile. When he feels Cal stand next to him, he looks down at the paper: a fairly well put together drawing of Pickles playing the drums and his nephew playing a guitar. Or a bass. There’s seven strings, so it’s hard to tell.

“Aw, well.” He takes in a deep breath, “That uh, you know. That was fun. He’s cool, y’know?”

“Wonder where he got that from.” Cal wraps her arms around Pickles waist, chin on his shoulder. He tries to humble himself with a laugh. But he sees it too. She pauses, thinking. “Do you remember his name?”

“. . . Ah shit.”

#mtl oc #pickles x oc #pickles x calypso #calypso #writing prompt #oc x pickles #mtl seth

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Etwas Peilen (Swapboys AU)

Continuation of Welcome to the Show exploring Alt and Henny’s relationship!

Masterpost | More Swapboys

Before the new friends parted ways, the good doctor Jackson rounded them all up to get their scratches and wounds tended to. Bro and Jackie were already helped, with Bro giving a detailed report to the police and Jackie icing his aching nose.

Dr. J had Alt up on the bar stools with him, lightly dabbing antiseptic on the cuts on his cheek. Alt hissed and was trying not to glitch away as Jameson held him still.

Henrik watched anxiously, wringing his fingers back and forth. He… can’t believe Magnificent just… let them go. Guess they proved themselves? Maybe… but- Henrik was scared the puppetmaster was only biding his time. And until now… he had no one who he could confide in.

Until… Alt.

As the good doctor started to gather his supplies and finished up with Alt, popping a clean white bandage on his cheek- Henrik hesitated before slowly approaching. The normally charismatic actor felt nerves in his throat but he tapped the glitch on the shoulder.

Alt looked back and raised an eyebrow at him, “Schneep? Uh… wassup?”

Henrik tapped his legs as he tried to find his voice, “T-Today was… long day. But- we… we have found ourselves in a uh… similar position, yes? And so I… I was wanting to invite you to make the drinkings with me?”

Alt’s eyebrows furrow in slight concern, “Are you suggesting alcohol to wash our troubles away? Cuz I don’t think the doc would approve of that-“ He glanced back towards Jameson as he went to join the others.

The gentleman laughs and shakes his head, “No no! Not in that way… I- just think it would be nice to… get to know each other better? Since well… you know.” Henrik messes with the back of his head anxiously, trying to give an award winning smile to Alt.

The younger man stared at Henrik with an unreadable expression for a couple beats. Then, he sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, going to pull his mask up out of habit but stopping himself to look back at the actor.

“…I should warn you I’m not an open person so… I dunno how much getting to know each other they’ll be… but, sure. Tomorrow night… meet me at Insomnia.”

Henrik tilts his head slightly, “Not tonight?”

Alt laughs, though, it looks kinda pained. “Nah I… I got a gig tonight.” He laughs some more and pushes his bangs back then tugs on them, “god… I have a gig… I… I should get ready for that…”

Henrik frowns in sympathy and hesitates before putting a hand on Alt’s shoulder. “Please… do not push yourself too hard my friend… and you… you are injured…”

Alt blinks in surprise at the gesture and then glitches back to his feet, looking at the actor warily. Henrik blinks and holds up a hand and Alt attempts to give a forced smile. “I-I would cancel but… I need money for drinks now.”

Henrik steps back and wildly waves his hands, half signing out of habit. “No no! You will not pay! It will be on me!”

The glitch seems surprised by this too. But, now he smiles more genuinely. “Well… all the more motivation then, huh?”

He lightly hits Henrik on the shoulder as he starts to walk away, turning so the gentleman can still read his lips. “…see you tomorrow then, Schneep. You know how to reach me.”

He then pauses and fully turns back towards Henrik, something dawning on his face. “Wait… you Do know how to text right? U-Use a phone?”

Henrik laughs and nods, “Ja I know the telefon! I’m not as fresh from the past as you think, my friend. I have learned very much!”

“Oh… okay- good then…” Alt nods then sends a two finger salute Henrik’s way, glitching away into that night. “See ya.”

Turns out Henrik did know how to text but… not… well-

Around 7 pm the next day Alt’s phone buzzed with:

Schneep

🍺🙏☑️❓❓❓

Alt

…Yeah man- how’s 9 sound?

Schneep

😁🥰❗️❗️❗️

Alt

U kno u don’t have to use only emojis to text right?

Schneep

👍

Welp- guess that answered that. (Asking Jackie about it- apparently after Dr. J helped Henrik get his phone, the teal gentleman accidently got stuck in the emoji menu for a couple days and now is like- addicted to them. Alt wasnt sure if that was better or worse than old man texting-)

A little after 9, Alt glitched in front of the small pub downtown called Insomnia. He liked it here- good place for a drink after some of his shows.

He walks in, nodding towards the bartender that recognized his mask. Then, it was surprisingly easy to find Schneep- cuz he barreled right towards Alt with his arms open.

“Hallo, Alt!! My friend!!” He shouted.

Alt quickly stumbled back, his shoulders buzzing as he tried to keep out of Henrik’s grip. He hurried to take off his mask and hold up his hands. “Uh- hi Schneep- sorry just- not good with… contact-”

Henrik tilted his head in confusion but then got the memo and nodded, a bright smile back on his face. “Oh yes! Not to worry- I will save huggings for later!”

“Y…yeah- sure-” Alt muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. Damn- this guy was too sweet. It was kinda intimidating…

A furry head peaked out from Henrik’s leg and Alt recognized Schneep’s dog, Sahne. He felt himself bristle a bit like an offended cat. But, she just blinked at him, her tail slightly wagging. She had her vest on- guess she was working. So, Alt tried his best to ignore her.

Henrik led them towards a quieter part of the bar where he had already set himself up with a small book. Though, once Alt got closer he recognized it as something more than just a paperback novel- it was a small moleskin sketchbook. Henrik plopped into the seat and Alt hesitated before sitting down and gesturing towards the book.

“You… draw?”

The gentleman’s eyes sparkled as he eagerly nodded. “Oh yes! I quite like making art in my spare time! Normally, I like to paint… but when I wait for friends I like to draw portraits!”

He shows Alt his sketches- quick gestures of other patrons- mostly anyone with a very striking appearance. Henrik smiles as he looks at them. “I think… learning people is helping me to understand more and more about how people work now. Sometimes- it helps it feel not too different.” He pats Sahne’s head as she sits down next to him. She licks his fingers then settles down to rest under his barstool.

Alt listens and nods to his words. He then flushes and fumbles for his backpack. They were trying to get to know each other and�� well- this was something most people don’t know about him. But, artists liked showing off to other artists. It couldn’t hurt… He pulls out a thin tablet and then turns on the screen, flipping to show it to Henrik. On the screen are designs he’s done for his illusions and shows- and concepts of graffiti tags, most featuring a green eyeball with red x’s and a stitched smiley face over its iris. Alt’s face turns very red as he stammers out, “I uh… I draw too. And, um… i also like- painting but… not in the way you do.”

The German actor looks beyond pleased, sparkles practically coming off his body as he grabs Alt’s hands and holds them close. Alt yelps and pulls himself away and Henrik apologizes quickly, “Oh yes sorry! But Alt! You are good! Such fun colors!! I wondered if it was bright paint on your clothes! Someday you must show me more of your work!”

The glitch turns even more red and hides a bit in his hoodie, “Um… yeah- if I can… find one that’s uh- in a good spot… I can show you.”

Alt had been trying to find more free spaces lately but- doesn’t mean he doesn’t still tag where he’s not supposed to. Not that anyone could catch him- he had quite the streak for heaven spots around the area. Couldn’t take Henrik to see those though- well, at least up close.

Alt flagged down the bartender and ordered some Irish whiskey, watching as Henrik got what looked like his 3rd pint of beer. He smirked and sipped at the drink, taking a second to appreciate it before he sighs and looks back at Henrik.

“Alright, you had something on your mind, right? Or were you serious about getting to ‘know me’?” Alt added the air quotes to make sure his sarcasm wasn’t lost on Schneep.

Henrik blinked and then played with the pages of his sketchbook. “Oh ah… I do- want to get to know you… I think you seem- well… very rough around edges- but… sympathetic too. I think I would very much like to be friends.” He tried to smile at Alt. But, then he sighs and takes a sip of his drink before continuing.

“But- if you want to skip pleasantries then- we can talk about the elephant in the air-”

“...do you mean ‘elephant in the room’?”

Henrik flushed and then laughed, “Oh is that how that is called? But… ja- let’s talk about this elephant.”

He then gets quiet and looks down, tracing the lines in the table.

“...Magnificent-” He eventually whispers, suppressing a shudder. “I… I could not help but notice… that he treated you and me… very different from each other.”

He looks to meet Alt’s eyes now, “I do not know how it works for you… maybe it is different… but when I am ah- puppet… I see it all. I remember. Not right away but… it comes to me in my dreams…” He grips one of his hands into a fist and closes his eyes as he takes a shaky breath. Sahne seems to sense his distress and reaches up to rest her head on his leg. He continues, “I cannot control what my body does. I cannot form my own thoughts- but I still… see it. I am forced to take in what awful things I am made to do…”

Henrik hesitates again before meeting Alt’s gaze. “in the warehouse, when he gave you his power… did you mean it? That you wanted all that or… was that his ah- thinking forced in you?”

Alt frowns. Wow- that was… immediately very deep. He takes a long sip of his whiskey before he responds, but his voice is quiet. He almost forgets he needs to turn enough for Henrik to read his lips.

“I… I was definitely influenced but… I guess. I do.. kinda want that?” He grips at his head slightly, “It’s… complicated… and goes wayyy into my backstory that I’m not sure you’re at a level to unlock yet.”

Henrik looks confused.

Alt shakes his head.

“Sorry video game joke uh- im not sure we’re… close enough yet… to explain why… but-”

“Then, can I share some of me?”

The glitch blinks at the actor. “Huh?”

“If you know me better then- we would be closer. And you can explain better, ja?” Henrik smiles.

Alt looks confused by this but eventually laughs and knocks back some more of his drink. “Alright, shoot.”

Henrik hums and looks up, “Oh… where to begin…?”

“Oh!” He grins at Alt, “I know is hard to believe because of my accent but- did you know I am not full German? Actually, I am a full British citizen!”

Alt’s eyebrows shot up, “...that is hard to believe.”

The gentleman laughs lightly, “I know my accent is everywhere- but I spent many of my early years only speaking German- and sometimes French!” He gets a dreamy look on his face, “My father was a British doctor- he learned in France where he met my mother. She was full German but was trying to study with some artists there. They met… fell in love and then moved to London and had their 5 kids.”

“5 kids?!”

“Yes! I was the baby!” Henrik added with glee. “I had 4 older siblings- two brothers, Peter and Fritz… and my sisters, Gabi and Ilse.” He smiles sadly for a second and pauses to take another drink before sharing more.

“Father used to say when he grew up he hated German because he was expected to learn it. But then, he met my mother and it was suddenly the most beautiful language to him. We loved speaking it- even while in England. I wouldn’t even see Germany until I was grown.”

He then frowns and leans more on the table, absent-mindedly petting Sahne’s fur back. “... that changed with the war. The great war… Then, our accents and our language was suddenly not to be spoken. People would get angry with us for sounding too German. We made sure to hide our German sounding names… Father was on the lines, as were my brothers.

So… they were… somewhat safe when the Zeppelins came. Safer than we were…”

Alt’s heart and stomach dropped.

“No one was prepared… we were out shopping and… and-” Henrk clenched his glass tight with both hands, his fingers shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a stuttering breath. Sahne whined and leaned more on his leg. Alt didn’t know what to say-

“... Mama, Ilse and Gabi didn’t have to suffer. But, I never saw them again-”

“...Schneep-” Alt tried to interrupt. But, Henrik was lost in his re-telling.

“That’s how my deafness started, I was… 11, I think? Peter found me, he was working in a hospital nearby. He took care of me. Some kind soldiers taught me sign while I recovered- then... Then father was-”

“Schneep!” Alt exclaimed and gripped onto Henrik’s shoulder. The gentleman looked up with slightly misty eyes. Alt was quick to pull away but he held up his hands. “Dude… you… you more than earned your level- I… I can answer your question now… if you want.”

Henrik blinks and then laughs, looking a bit embarrassed as he rubbed at his eyes. “O-oh ja… I forgot that was the point… we are not here to hear such sad story!” He tried to smile it off but Alt could tell it was forced.

Alt swallowed and then knocked down the rest of his drink, the alcohol burning his throat. He quickly ordered another one, shaking himself out. “Need a bit more liquid courage for this…” He muttered.

Once the new drink is gotten, Alt holds it in his hands for a second before sighing and turning enough for Henrik to understand but not enough to look in his eyes. Pixels vibrate around his head and shoulders in a way that’s hard to see in the dim light of the pub.

“… I dunno if you met anyone like me in your time. And not just.. cuz of the glitches and magic but… I was… born… wrong.” He clenched his teeth slightly and tried to ignore the feeling that was screaming at him- telling him that every eye was on him. “…And I grew up… constantly thinking about it… how I wanted to be something… better. Stronger… because I didn’t feel like I was… as I am.”

He traces the rim of his cup in thought. Henrik watched him very patiently. Alt felt like that was more than he deserved.

“I know Mag was spitting fucking bullshit- but… some part of me… wants to believe him. And I’m not sure if that’s his mind tricks or… the part of me that wants to be… something more. I.. I want to be stronger… but I don’t know how to get there… and for just a little bit… I did believe him. That he could… make me stronger. And… things would get… easier.”

He leans his head on the table, starting to feel the alcohol in his cheeks. Schneep leans closer to make sure he can still understand. Alt angles his head a bit better as he mumbles in defeat.

“I’m sorry… I know you want to find some good in me but… my life has royally sucked. And… sometimes what Mag purrs out sounds… argh!”

He suddenly grips at his head, a headache blooming alongside his conflicted mind. Purple seems to spark weakly in his eyes.

“I dunno! I’m confused! I… I can still hear his stupid smug voice in my head…! I don’t know what I want…! I just- I just… I’m so fucking tired…! Of all of this-! I’m tired of being hungry and- and- powerless and a-scared… I don’t want to feel so lost anymore…!”

He starts to cry but hides his face and he hiccups “I want all of this to stop…!”

Henrik almost misses the last part but- his eyebrows crinkle with sympathy. Alt starts to come back to himself and then shoots up, looking at Henrik with wide eyes and red ears.

“Fuck I- I didn’t… I didn’t want to-“

The gentleman hesitates, going to reach out like he wants to touch Alt’s hand, but then stops to just loop his pinky around Alt’s own. Alt almost pulls away but- that’s… that’s not so bad.

“I understand,” He says softly, “He whispers siren songs- into your head. But… he will only tell you things you want to hear. He does not care… he only wants control. His promises are… empty.”

He sighs and looks down, shrugging. “That is how he got me. He used my confusion and promised to help me… he did not. He is nothing but ein lügnerischer Bastard.”

Alt looks away but- he’s afraid to tell Henrik how little he cared. Before, he met the others. Before he even thought he could become friends with them… with anyone. He didn’t care who he hurt- if he got hurt. Because- he’d finally be somewhere better…. Someone better. ….right?

Henrik lets go of Alt’s pinky and then waves a hand, giving a nervous smile.

“This is getting too of the serious! We should… talk about other things!”

Alt looked down at the table and sighs. “ I… I think… I need to go home…”

“No!” Henrik suddenly yells, startling the glitch and Sahne, who bumped her head on his leg. The actor then pleads to Alt. “We do not need to talk anymore if that is what you want! We can just… do the hangings out! We could… draw together and drink! No more serious talk!”

This gives Alt pause. Actually… that sounded like it could be fun. The pickpocket slowly smiled, bringing back his tablet. “You know what Schneep… I’ll bite. But it’s on your wallet-“

Schneep beamed brightly.

The two spent a while just drawing together. Alt tried to copy Henrik’s idea of drawing others around him. But- he wasn’t nearly as good as Schneep. So, he went back to what he knew- he even tried making bubble tags of the others' names. Just for fun. It was nice to just- doodle for a change.

He glanced at Schneep who had paused in his drawing to stare at someone across the way. He had a somewhat lovestruck look on his face.

Alt tried to follow his gaze- and saw what looked like a man- but honestly their gender was pretty ambiguous. They had tan copper skin and wavy brown hair. They were dressed in shiny silks with celestial patterns on them- even Alt had to admit they were very pretty. Maybe they were a model.

Henrik seemed to think so too- cuz as Alt looked at Henrik’s sketchbook- the whole page was filled with studies of that one person.

The glitch smirked and then bumped Henrik enough to get his attention. “Like something you see?”

“Hm? Oh! Ja… very much-“ Henrik sighed as he looked back. “He is… so pretty- I cannot stop looking…”

Alt rolled his eyes and waved a hand in front of his face. “Careful- you don’t want to creep them out-“

Then Alt frowns, realizing something.

“Wait… Schneep- are you… gay?” Alt makes a face and thinks, “wasn’t that like- a sin back then or something?”

Henrik’s face turns bright red with embarrassment and alarm. He holds his cheeks and ducks down, whispering, “ah yes right I- I cannot think such things!”

Alt wasn’t expecting such a response- so he hurries to correct him “no no it’s okay! it’s… not like it was anymore. It’s okay now- no laws against it!” Alt hurried to look around then gestures vaguely at a cluster of gay couples on another side of the pub. “Like see there’s a couple guys over there too- you’re fine…”

The actor seems to calm slightly at this and nods. Alt hesitates before adding, “I just- didn’t expect someone from your time to even be into that…”

Henrik laughs “Well it was- against the law. Very strictly for a longtime… but it does not mean the thoughts are not there.” He looks back to study the pretty person again as he swirls his drink in his glass. “Though… I think I like just- pretty people in general. I do not care what sex they are, you know?”

“Well- if it helps, I think they’re non-binary- from what I can tell at least.” Alt shrugs.

“Ah yes… that is- neither girl nor boy… yes?”

“It gets… complicated but- yeah basically.” Alt answers. He makes a face and takes a long sip of his drink. “Gender is weird.”

He then starts to think about this too. Maybe he was having too much to drink by now but- he finds himself muttering. “I get it… the pretty people thing. I- think I’m the same…? Though… I dunno- I don’t… crush on anyone. But I think if I knew someone for long enough… maybe-” Alt sighs dramatically and falls back against the table, squishing his cheek against it. “feelings are weird too…”

Henrik smiles and shakes his head with a laugh, “They are indeed…”

“Fucking hate them-“ the glitch muttered. Henrik shakes his head with a quiet giggle.

“You know- I had many chances to visit Berlin once I started acting. And it was such a sight…! It was… more okay there- to be queer. Even here in Brighton, it was becoming better and better! It made me feel… so happy. Like I could be understood- eventually.”

He looks to Alt and smiles, “Even when I was younger… I think I heard of people like you, Alt.” Alt’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

He grips his glass and looks down at the table. “However…It all started to change… right before I- I was brought…“ He pressed his lips together and suppressed a shudder.

Alt’s face creases in sympathy. He knocks back the rest of his drink then adds quietly. “…you dodged something really awful, Schneep…”

“I know…” Henrik’s voice cracks. “…I am… grateful in some ways… that I did not have to suffer another war… but…” He bites his lip to keep from crying.

Alt can tell there’s a lot left unsaid in the silence but he can read it well enough. No need to draw out this pain for the poor guy. Alt’s been pretty sensitive to touch tonight but- he leans his shoulder against Hen and flags down the bartender for another round. “…it’s okay, Schneep. I get it… let’s talk about something else, alright?”

Henrik quietly nods.

There’s quiet for a second before Alt asks, “uh… I don’t know- a lot of sign yet… wanna try to teach me? Something simple though.”

Schneep’s face instantly lights up with excitement and nods. “Oh yes!! I have the perfect thing!!”

Turns out- in sign, you can either finger spell a name or whoever’s signing can make up a sign that’s faster for someone they know. So, Henrik made quick work of teaching Alt the signs he used for their little group.

Bro Fantastic was the letter B then the sign for hero. Jackie was J then the sign for tired. Dr. J was easy- it was two J’s then the sign for doctor, naturally. And Sahne was cream, dog. Because Sahne in German meant Cream. Not the most creative name but- Alt had to admit it suited her.

Eventually Henrik starts to sign something that starts with A- then he makes a jagged motion in the air. Alt tilts his head.

“What’s that one?”

“It’s you! A- then lightning! Alt!” Henrik adds cheerily.

Alt feels his face heat up slightly. He then grins and laughs, “heh- awesome. Got any others?”

Henrik thinks- and Alt can see his cheeks getting flushed and warm like he feels on his own. So everything was a bit harder to slug through- but it was definitely more fun.

Finally, Henrik laughs and then starts a sign that looks like he’s drawing whiskers on his face. Then he taps his hand on his forehead, holding it straight up and touching the thumb to his skin.

Alt narrows his eyes. “Mmmm what’s that mean-“

Henrik grins real wide as he shows again, this time explaining. “Cat, bitch!”

The glitch’s eyes widen and then he barks out a laughs nearly spilling his drink. “Magnificent!”

“Yes! You got it!”

They both erupt into drunken laughter and giggles, falling over on each other.

The night wears on for a bit longer before the two admit they’ve had enough to drink. Alt feels it a bit more than his German counterpart and ends up stumbling into him as he attempts to stand up, nearly running into Sahne.

“Oops… s’rry pubby-“ Alt mumbles. Sahne wags her tail vigorously in response.

Henrik laughs then asks, “Can I help you outside, or?”

Alt grumbles and waves his hand. “Yeh ye- do wh’ev’r ya want…” He then pushes his face somewhat against Henrik’s side and the taller man quietly giggles at the sight.

Henrik leads the two outside and then tries to flag down a cab. He helps hold Alt up with one arm, while Sahne guards his other side, alerting him to any sounds he needs to watch out for.

He feels Alt shift and looks down to see the tired glitch try to find his eyes.

“…hen?” Alt slurs out.

It takes a second for Henrik to process that but his eyebrows shoot up. Alt hasn’t attempted to use his first name yet- it still wasn’t it fully, but it was close enough to make Henrik’s chest feel light.

The glitch looks away at first but then looks back to mumble out, “…it was nice. To not drink… alone.”

Henrik smiles and nods, “…I thought so too! It was very funny! …Perhaps we can… do it again sometime?”

Alt can’t help but feel himself smile. “…yeah… I think I’d like that…”

#ALT AND HENNY ARE SO IMPORTANT TO MEEEE #I love writing Henny’s speech too he’s so fun #I did so much research yesterday too- trying to really solidify hen’s past #and I didn’t even get to most of it!!! DX #but now I know HGHBN #swapboys #Hufflewriting #Henny von schneeplestein #silent film Schneep #alt anti #ww1 mentions #nothing too big but Schneep is from the 1900s- about 1933 #he just missed the really bad stuff- #anyways I’ve loved thinking about Alt and Henny being drinking buddies for forever!! #and it makes sense theyd bond so well cuz of Mag :) #if anyone wants the very complicated past I’m giving the boys like their families and stuff please ask HFGGHB #hopefully I can build more of this up soon- #but next I either wanna work on the next villain arc part or Henny first coming to the present- #idk yet! #anyways enjoyyyy #also I had to add that both Henrik and alt can do art ^^ #they’re my characters I need more artists hfhvb #also hint to Henny’s future partner! :D #it was fun letting alt and hen talk about their sexualities too uwu #readswapboys

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!!! Welcome back. Sorry it’s been taking about two weeks per chapter, life has been busy. Anyway you know the drill! I proofread but typos happen. There is no posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesday at midnight. Also this is a slower burn, but trust me spice is coming… enjoy!!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 4.6k

PART 4:

Wednesdays have never been your favorite days. They always seemed to drag by the longest. This Wednesday was no exception. You were in a bad mood. Blame it on Wednesday, blame it on work, blame it on the hot weather. But the root of your problem was something different entirely. It was Jake. You hadn’t spoken to him since your kiss. In fact, the next morning you woke up you had lingered around perhaps a little longer than you had planned- but Jake never came out of his room. Josh kept making jokes about how Jake can never handle being crossed and you tried to laugh at them- but in the end you left feeling empty. That feeling hasn’t gone away. Jake hasn’t texted you or tried to speak to you since. You felt so many things. Sad. Angry. Confused. All of it. That has carried on into your week. You tried to just forget about it, chalk it up to stupid drunken behavior, but you couldn’t. It was now nearing the end of your day and you were ready to climb back into bed and watch something distracting on tv. It’s basically all you had done all week; order food and binge watch Netflix. At least this morning you had made yourself shower. You were still in pajamas however. A brown Aerosmith vintage tee riddled with holes and short black pajama shorts was the current outfit. Your hair was down, it had air dried from this morning. You also had on a pair of fluffy slippers. Usually they make you feel a little better, but not today. You groaned as you hit send on your final email of the day. Then you heard a knock at your door. You furrowed your brows together. You hadn’t been expecting anyone. Although you supposed it could be Margo, you had seen her a few days ago but not since. You got up from your chair and shuffled towards the door.

“Hello!” Danny greeted when you opened the door.

There stood Sam and Danny at your doorstep. You quickly flicked your eyes around but there was no sign of Jake nor Josh.

“Hi.” You say back in a puzzled tone.

Danny side steps and starts heading inside and Sam follows behind giving you a smile.

You cock your head to the side, trying to figure out if you had made plans and somehow forgotten them.

“Are you off yet? It’s like almost seven o’clock.” Danny says.

Was it really that late? You felt like maybe you were starting to lose it as you checked your watch and it read “6:48pm.”

“Oh yeah I’ve just been responding to emails.” You say trying not to sound conspicuous. “What are you guys up to?”

“I dunno. Thought we could come by and hang. We haven’t seen you in a few days.” Danny says nonchalantly.

Did Jake tell them? No, no he wouldn’t do that. At least you didn’t think he would. But this still strikes you as odd.

“We can order food. Maybe watch a movie or something.” Sam suggests.

You nod your head. “Yeah, it sounds good. Sorry it’s a mess and I’m a mess. I wasn’t really expecting anyone.”

Sam lightly laughs. “You’re good. You don’t look like a mess.”

“Can we order Indian food? I’m craving curry.” Danny says.

“Actually that sounds great. I think there’s a takeout pamphlet on my fridge.” You say.

“Perfect. I’m going to go check it out.” Danny says heading towards your kitchen.

You nod and watch him take off.

Sam is eyeing you a little awkwardly. “Hey I just wanted to say sorry if last weekend was weird or anything. I know sleeping in my room wasn’t the ideal situation. I just didn’t want you on the couch or anything.”

You make a face at him. “Sam, what are you talking about? It wasn’t weird. I thought it was incredibly nice that you did that for me. So thank you.”

“Oh okay. I just didn’t know because the next morning you seemed a little off and I didn’t want it to be because of me.”

You let out an unintentional sigh. “No, not you at all. I was just tired I guess. Come on, let’s go order some food.”

**

The night turned out to be rather pleasant. You, Sam, and Danny had ordered in food and started watching comedy specials. You all laughed at the dumbest jokes whilst also reminiscing on stories from your childhood.

“Hey Birdie, remember when you and Jake went to homecoming and got kicked out for the flasks?” Danny asked with a laugh.

You flinch a little at his name, but force a smile in its place. “Yes. Jake was a fucking idiot of course we were going to get caught.”

Sam lets out a laugh. “You’re right about that. That homecoming sucked anyway.”

“Didn’t you go with- ugh what’s her name? Oh yeah Emma Greene?” Danny asks.

You threw out your hands. “Oh yeah! I totally remember her. She was cute Sam! Why did it suck?”

Sam takes a minute before replying. “Eh homecoming/prom is never as fun when you don’t get to go with who you actually want to go with.”

You make a face. “Aw Sam! Who broke your heart and crushed your dreams?”

Sam shakes his head and puts on a small smile. “Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago.”

Danny clears his throat. “So Birdie, have any plans this weekend?”

“Nope. Probably going to grab brunch with Margo or something.”

“So you’re not busy Saturday night?” Sam asks.

“No, why?”

“You really don’t know?” Danny asks.

You make a strange face at him.

“We have a show Birdie! It’s like an hour away at an amphitheater. You have to come.” Danny says excitedly.

“Oh shit I had no idea.” You say, starting to feel a little bad.

Danny waves his hand. “It’s a pop up show announcement we just announced a few days ago. It’s for charity. You haven’t seen us play since our underage dive bar days.”

You ponder for a minute. “Okay I’ll go. Can Margo come?”

Danny replies with a smile. “Can we come to brunch?”

You huff a laugh. “Yes.”

“That works out perfectly actually. We can meet for brunch and then head over to the venue after.” Sam adds.

“Great, I’ll tell Margo. Can we resume our movie now?”

**

Saturday had rolled around faster than you anticipated. Friday night Margo came over and stayed with you. You two had spent all night picking out concert outfits. Honestly, you think she was more excited than you. Now you were getting ready to meet the guys for brunch. You felt nervous? This will be the first time you had seen or spoke to Jake since that night. You had on a pair of ripped up light wash jeans and a white tank top with a chunky black and gold belt. You threw on a pair of black heeled booties and a lot of gold jewelry. Margo had curled your hair and put in enough product so it would last all day. You had done light makeup and brushed out your lash extensions. You felt ready. Margo had packed a huge bag full of more makeup and touch ups for later. You packed both of your outfits for later.

“Hey! Your phone is ringing. It’s Danny.” Margo yells from the other room.

You fastly shuffle to her and grab your phone to answer it.

“Good morning!” Danny beams from the speaker.

“Good morning Danny. What’s up?” You respond.

“Just checking in on you. Are you guys about ready for brunch?”

“Yeah, actually we were just about to leave here.” You say, walking back towards your room to grab your last minute things.

“Perfect!” Danny says. “Because we are outside. You can’t miss us. It’s the big tour bus right in front of your door.”

You furrow your brows together. “What? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

You peer out of your window and see a giant black bus outside.

“Holy shit. Okay yeah. Give me a minute.” You say wide eyed.

“Take your time.” Danny says before hanging up.

Oh fuck. This was going to be awkward with Jake. At least at brunch you had the distraction of eating. Now you’re about to be in a confined vehicle with him. How would he act? You shook your head and took a deep breath. No time to sit and think- they’re outside.

“Margo! So uh they’re outside to pick us up and they’re here.”

She makes a slightly confused face. “Oh? I thought we were driving. Are we all taking an Uber?”

You huff a laugh. “Something like that.”

You two grab all of your things and start to head out. You might have put on more lip gloss and perfume before going outside, but who was keeping track.

“No fucking way!” Margo exclaimed when she saw the bus.

You slightly shake your head. “Tell me about it.”

The doors open and Josh is awaiting you. “Birdie! Margo! Climb aboard!”

You breathe a laugh. “Hi Josh.”

He hugs both of you and ushers you onto the bus. It’s incredibly nice inside. There are couches straight ahead with a small kitchenette to the side. Then there is a room with beds and a bathroom to the side. Though you can’t see much because the door is cracked.

“What do you think?” Danny asks, throwing his hands out.

You scan the room once more. You hadn’t seen Jake or Sam.

“It’s really nice. You guys are such divas now.” You tease.

Josh snorts a laugh at that. “I wish. This is just for today. Our last tour bus didn’t have running water for about a week. We had to stop at gas stations to brush our teeth.”

You laugh at that and find a seat on one of the couches as the bus starts to pull off. Margo is on the other couch already off in a conversation with Josh. Danny is messing around in the kitchen. You look out the window and watch as you pass the familiarity of your street. Then you feel someone plop down next to you.

“Hey Birdie.” Jake says with a smirk. “You look lovely.”

You turn your head to him and try not to make a face. “Hey Jake.” You say flatly.

He throws his arm over you. “I’m excited you’re coming to the show tonight. I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior on stage. Can’t mess up with such a VIP guest in attendance.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh right.

He grins at you. “I’m going to impress you Birdie.”

“We’ll see about that.” You quip playfully.

Just like that you’re putty in his hands again. Damnit. You had to admit you were a little taken aback by the way Jake was acting after no contact for over a week.

Sam walks over and nods at you. He eyes Jake noticing he’s so close to you. He doesn’t make a face or say anything. The rest of the car ride was filled with comfortable conversation, then you were pulling up to brunch.

“We look so inconspicuous rolling up here like this.” You say, standing up and preparing to exit the large bus.

“C’mon babe. You know we’ve always had a flair for the theatrics.” Jake says, giving you a smile.

Babe.

**

Brunch went well. You had all gotten a variety of different brunch foods and plenty of mimosas. You had decided on strawberry french toast- to which Sam insisted he try. He had gotten an omelet and the guys had given him hell for it with his Pescatarian life. All of this had escalated into a debate about whether or not eggs are vegetarian. You and Sam were very clear that they are; but everyone else seemed to be enjoying teasing you two about it. Now you were all back on the tour bus heading towards the venue. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew it would probably be a smaller venue, which meant it would probably be packed full. Jake was splayed out on the couch with his guitar in hand striking chords and chiming in on the setlist. You sat with Margo and Sam on one of the couches while everyone else was on the opposite one.

“What should we do for an encore or our final song? Has to be something where we can draw out a jam session.” Josh says.

“What’s your favorite song Birdie?” Jake asks you with a smirk.

You pretend to think about it, but you already know. “Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd?” You say with a hint of sarcasm.

Jake lets out a laugh. “Very funny Birdie. But you know I meant by us.”

“Edge of Darkness.”

Jake makes a rather surprised face at you. “Good choice.”

“I didn’t know that one was your favorite.” Sam says.

“Yeah. It might be the nostalgia, but it’s my favorite.”

You said this because of the slides that Jake does with this one. You once saw him use a beer bottle during this song. You’re pretty sure that altered your brain chemistry.

“Hey, it's a good jam song. Write it down.” Danny adds.

“Edge of Darkness it is.” Josh says writing it down. “Hey Margo, did anyone ever tell you what Edge of Darkness us about?”

Everyone groans simultaneously.

Margo makes a confused face. “No, what is it about?”

Josh can’t wipe the smirk off of his face. “It’s about an edge of darkness.”

Margo laughs at that- and truthfully you do too. You hadn’t heard that one in a while.

“Never change Josh.” You say through a smile.

“Oh I already have. We’re divas now, remember?” Josh says, giving you a wink.

**

You had pulled up to the venue shortly after. It was a smaller venue but a lot bigger than you had originally thought. You have seen them play countless dive bars or small auditoriums. But this was larger.

“This way!” The production director says, taking you all back through a series of doors.

You all follow in line as you’re given a mini tour throughout the place. You and Margo decided to hang back in the dressing rooms while they went through stage set up and logistics.

“This is so nice!” Margo says flopping down on the couch.

You lightly giggle. “It is.”

Margo frowns at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just strange seeing them like this. It all feels a little surreal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond happy for them. They have wanted this since we were kids.”

Margo takes your hand and makes you plop down with her. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Jake is way more into you than the groupies. I mean did you see the way he was with you earlier?”

You scoff at her. “That is absolutely not what I mean and let the Jake thing rest. It’s not like that.”

“Mhm whatever you say Birdie. Can we start getting ready now?”

**

“This shit is not budging.” Margo says, setting her face with a ton of spray.

You two had just finished up getting ready. You both looked incredible. You had on a short dark red bodycon dress that mimicked a corset. You wore a pair of sheer black tights and black go-go boots. You had on a pair of red earrings in the shape of hearts that matched your dress. Your hair was curled in rather tight curls that you had brushed a few times. Your makeup was classic, accompanied by lashes and winged liner. Margo had on a long dark blue dress with a high slit. She wore black boots and liner that matched her dress. It was so her style.

“We look fucking hot.” She says, gawking at you both in the full length mirror.

“We do.” You respond with a smile.

Just then the door knob twitches and in walk the boys, already in full stage attire.

“You two are trying to upstage us at our own show huh?” Josh says.

Jake raises an eyebrow and looks directly at you. You just shoot him a small smile.

“Wow you look great. I mean both of you.” Sam says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You all do too. I love the outfits.” You say, gesturing towards their eccentric looks.

“Curtain is in about 30 minutes. Anyone care for a drink?” Danny asks, walking towards the small bar in the corner of the room.

“Please!” Margo says.

“I’ll help.” Jake says walking over with Danny.

You sit down on the couch and Sam finds his seat next to you.

“Are you excited?” Sam asks.

You give him a smile. “Very. Are you?”

“Very.” He responds back.

“Okay whiskey sours for everyone.” Danny announces as he and Jake make their way over to the couches with glasses in hand.

You all take a glass and clink them together.

“Oof this is strong.” You announce as the liquid burns your throat.

Sam gives you a look of amusement.

“Oh come on now. I made it. Take it like a good girl.” Jake says to you with a devilish smirk.

Margo chokes on her drink for a minute while you try not to allow your face to flush.

Danny gives him a weird look. “Okay so the show tonight-“

Then Danny rambles on about timing and much more that you sort of tuned out. While Danny was speaking Margo looked at you and widened her eyes slightly laughing at you. You raised your eyebrows at her, signaling to stop.

“5 minutes until curtain!” The stage hand says busting in through the door.

“Ah shit. Okay let’s do this.” Josh says, slamming down his drink.

The other four follow suit and they all get up to head towards the door.

“See ya out there Birdie.” Jake says, pushing his hair back. You could tell he was electrified by the energy of the impending performance.

“Break a leg.” You say.

Sam gives you a small bow then they’re all out of the door.

“Sooooooo.” Margo starts.

“Not a word.” You say cutting her off.

“Hey ladies. This way, the show’s about to begin.” One of the stagehands says ushering you out.

They take you to a small section in the front that’s barely separated from the rest of the crowd. Wow. It was packed. You saw thousands of people wearing their logo amped and ready to see them. You felt a sense of pride in your chest. Then the lights began to dim and the cheering started.

**

Jake was a guitar god. You had made up your mind on that one. Fuck he looked so hot. Sweating, fingers moving at lightning speed, and his whole body leaning and bouncing with the music. The faces he made caused you to squeeze your knees together just to feel something. There had been a few times where he would look in your direction and smirk or purse his lips. It felt like he was edging you without even touching you. The whole entire performance was electric. Josh hit notes so high you thought glass would break. Danny beat the drums into oblivion. Sam plucked at that base like it was the last thing he’d ever do. And Jake… yeah. You were amazed at how great they were. They had come a long way since the dive bar days. Margo had swayed along with you to the beats, but you felt enthralled after that performance. When the show had ended you and Margo were ushered back through the tunnels to the dressing room.

“Whoo! That one was incredible boys.” Jake said with a smile.

He had just cracked open a bottle of water and started guzzling. There was still sweat shining all over him. But, when you looked around the room you noticed they were all pretty much covered in sweat.

“You guys were amazing. Like seriously, I am blown away!” You say excitedly.

Sam comes over and wraps you in a hug. “Thanks Birdie.”

You cackle and attempt to peel him off of you. “Sweaty!”

He laughs and heads off to grab a bottle of water for himself.

Jake walks up and approaches you, wrapping his right arm around your neck. “You’re too sweet.” Then he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

You try your best to play it off. “Ew! Sweaty again!”

Margo gives you a smirk and you cut your eyes at her.

“Can we please change and go out? I’m awfully bored.” Josh says casually, kicking his feet up on the couch.

“Yes. But no repeats of the last time we went out. I am talking to you Jake and Sam.” Danny says.

Jake lets out a chuckle. “No promises.”

Sam huffs a laugh in response. “Birdie, you’re coming right?”

You lightly whisper to him so no one else can hear. “Only if you’re the one ordering drinks.”

He lets out a laugh. “Deal.”

**

“No Margo, you can’t be serious!” You shout into your phone.

“I’m sorry! But in a way it’s your fault for making me go out after the show. I tried to tough it out today at work and blew chunks before lunch in the bathroom.” Margo says in a sickly voice.

Fuck.

It had been a few days since the night out. All had gone well. Jake was flirty, Sam bought you drinks you had actually liked, and everyone got trashed. So trashed, that when you and Margo had gotten back to your apartment that night you were so convinced that you needed to go to another concert that you had both paid insane resale prices to attend a music festival for this weekend at the beach. It was unlike you to make such rash decisions but that was the alcohol talking. Due to the festival, there were zero hotel rooms available. So you two had rented a tiny one bedroom shack on the beach via AirBNB. You weren’t proud of how much you had paid for that either.

“But you still have like three days to get better!” You pleaded.

Margo sighed. “Listen babe I’m sorry. I really am. But there is no way I’m going to be able to sit in a car for nine hours then party on the beach for the weekend.”

“But it’s The Red Hot Chili Peppers!” You yelled.

“I know and I’m fucking depressed. You still go! Find someone to go with you. I don’t even want to be reimbursed for anything. I just want you to go and have a good time.”

You fake a cry. “It won’t be the same without you.”

Margo huffs a laugh. “I know it won’t. But I need to go. I feel like I’m about to shit myself again.”

“Again?” You ask.

“Fuck off. Love you. Bye.”

Then the phone disconnects. You groan and throw your phone onto the couch before throwing your body in a similar spot. You sat on the couch and sulked for hours. Then you swallowed your pride and texted a friend from college inviting her. You paced around anxiously awaiting a response. Then there was a knock on your door. You raced to the door hoping it was Margo and this was all some sick joke. But alas it was Sam and Danny. This had become somewhat of a regular occurrence. They would show up randomly, unannounced, with food and just hangout for hours.

You huff a little. “Hi.”

Danny makes a face at you. “Who pissed in your cheerios?”

You move out of the way of the door insinuating for them to come in. “No one I’m just-”

Then your phone buzzes. You frantically unlock your phone just to see a polite way of “I already have plans.”

“Fuck!” You groan.

“What is your deal?” Danny continues, shuffling past you and putting paper bags of food on your counter.

You sigh. “Kind of a crazy story. But basically after Sam pumped me full of tequila soda the other night I wasn’t thinking straight and Margo and I bought festival tickets.”

Sam snickers a laugh at that. “Okay, go on.”

“And the festival is this weekend at the beach and Margo is super sick and now I have to find someone to go with and I can’t think of any of my other friends I want to go with so now I’m thinking I’m not going to go and we dropped about a grand total on tickets and a place to stay and yeah.” You say, catching your breath after rapid firing off that information.

Danny looks at you with somewhat wide eyes. “Shit. Uh yeah that is a bummer. Can you get a refund?”

“Nope.” You say, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry sweet cousin. I would volunteer to go with you, but I have a golf session booked this weekend and I’ve had it on the books for a while.” Danny says, feeling bad for you.

You shake your head. “No, no. I wouldn’t expect you to drop your plans and go with me.”

“I’ll go.” Sam says, stepping closer and putting his hands in his pockets.

“Huh?” You say giving him a confused look.

“Yeah. I’ll go. Since you know it’s obviously my fault that you bought the tickets and all.” He says with a smirk.

“No Sam you don’t have to-“ you start.

“Nonsense. I’m not busy this weekend. But if you don’t want me to, that's okay.” He says with a chuckle.

“No! It’s not that at all. If you are down to go then let’s do it.” You say giving him a smile.

“Okay.” He says giving you the same smile. “Now who exactly are we seeing?”

You laugh. “Oh shit I didn’t even get to the best part. Red Hot Chili Peppers. We only bought Saturday tickets just to see them.”

Sam grins. “Oh hell yes. They’re so cool.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “You’ve met them?”

Sam tries to hide his bashfulness. “We did, just once though.”

“Well good it worked out. But I’m starving. Can we eat now?” Danny asks, rummaging through the bags.

You nod your head.

Thank god. Sam had come in incredibly clutch. You felt such a relief. But something had crept into your mind. There was only one bedroom. But that was a problem for another time. Right now you are taking your win. This weekend would be one for the books.

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