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Hard Reset XII

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+

Description: This flashback fic covers Joe & Reader's first Valentine's Day together back at LSU. There's also another flashback nestled within this flashback (Joeception) of when they first met at LSU.

Time/Place: Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 (Valentine's Day) / Baton Rouge, Louisiana (with a flashback to June 2018)

A/N: This is the twelfth fic in the Hard Reset series.

This flashback got too long so I'm posting it in two parts. The smut is in the second part, but I'm rating this 18+ because it's smut adjacent. I'm hoping to have the next chapter up before this week-end. The smut has been finished for awhile, but I'm just trying to put the finishing touches on the ending. Nothing is coming easy right now, but I refuse to give up. 😋

I've had a few messages asking me if LSU Joe has long or short hair in this flashback. In my mind, he has short hair with the forehead curls (see gif below). I've tried to keep the descriptions ambiguous just in case y'all wanna imagine him with the longer hair.

Since I posted the first part of this as a sneak peek, I put a substantial (bold) cut so you can scroll down and start reading the new content w/o re-reading the sneak peek if you don't want to.

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Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 (Valentine's Day) / Baton Rouge, Louisiana

You exit the cool interior of the grocery store, squinting at the mid-afternoon sun as you quickly make your way to your car, popping the trunk and loading a few bags of groceries inside before hopping into the driver's seat; you slide your sunglasses on and head for the exit, looking both ways before easing out into the traffic on River Road, rolling your windows down and throwing a quick glance at the Mississippi River as it runs parallel to the street, its earthy, fertile scent bringing a smile to your face.

"70 degrees in mid-February!" you mimic in Joe's voice, laughing at the accuracy of your impersonation. "He's def gonna bitch about it," you continue, flicking your turn signal on a few minutes later before making the turn that will take you away from the river and toward your apartment complex.

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An hour later, you're whipping up some homemade frosting when your bestie/roommate Gina walks in, sniffing the air dramatically.

"Smells like heaven," she groans, eyeing the fluffy pink concoction as you finish beating it with a mixer. "What is it?"

"Raspberry buttercream frosting," you answer, grabbing two spoons and scooping some frosting on each before handing her one. "How's it taste?" you ask, laughing when she makes loud, appreciative noises.

"Delish! I can't believe you made homemade frosting," she marvels. "What ya gonna put it on?"

"Chocolate cupcakes." You step back and wave a hand at the plump cupcakes sitting pretty on a cooling rack beside the oven. "I made these from a triple chocolate cake mix, so they're just semi-homemade."

"Oh, just semi-homemade? I better call the food police," she teases, walking over and leaning down to sniff the cupcakes before throwing you a look. "I hope Joe realizes how lucky he is to have a woman who loves to cook."

"He's very appreciative," you mutter, blushing when she cackles at the look on your face.

"Seven months in and you're still blushing over this man? He's def doing something right."

"Not gonna argue with that," you giggle, peeling the wrapper off one of the still-warm cupcakes before cutting it in half; you smear a generous amount of frosting on both halves before handing one to Gina. "Happy V Day," you state, bumping your cupcake half against hers before taking a big bite. "Happy V Day," she parrots, making num-num noises as she polishes off the confection.

"What are you and Trey doing tonight?" you ask, licking a dollop of frosting off your finger as she rolls her eyes.

"He's bringing take-out over because he waited too long to make a reservation, so literally everywhere decent is booked up. I told him if he brings wings or pizza, he can forget about getting any pussy."

You laugh along with her for a bit before quieting down. "So what did y'all decide on since wings and pizza is clearly a no go?"

"Nothing," she shrugs. "I'm tired of having to ask for things I want. After almost a year and a half together, he should know without me telling him. He's just gotten lazy and expects me to do all the work and make all the decisions. He mostly just sits and scrolls his phone when we're together unless I tell him what to do."

"I hear you. -- So what do you actually want for dinner tonight?"

She thinks for several seconds before answering. "I know it's basic as hell, but I'd love some lasagna and breadsticks from Olive Garden."

"Might be basic but still delicious." You give her a wink as you cover the bowl of frosting with plastic wrap and place it in the fridge. "I made enough cupcakes to share with you and Trey," you continue. "Once they cool completely, I'll frost them for you."

"Thanks, but I might hoard 'em for myself if he shows up with McDonald's or some shit."

You walk out of the kitchen and head toward your bedroom, beckoning Gina to follow. "He's not gonna show up with McDonald's," you scoff, pulling the top drawer of your dresser open to grab two pair of panties, one pink and one red, both with tags still attached.

"What are these?" she asks, eyebrows rising when you hand her the red pair.

"I ordered them a couple of weeks ago. I was starting to think they wouldn't arrive in time, but they got here yesterday. Happy V Day!"

"Thanks, girl!" She holds the flimsy mesh thong up to her face, grinning at you through the gossamer fabric. "These are totally see-through," she giggles, "and that center seam on the crotch is gonna give major camel toe."

"Exactly," you purr, wiggling your blush-pink thong that's identical to hers except for the color. "Next best thing to crotchless without being crotchless."

"Oh shit, that reminds me of the crotchless panties I gave you as a gift!" she chirps. "You wore them for Halloween, right?"

"Yep, Joe totally wrecked them."

"That ain't the only thing he wrecked," she chortles. "You were def walking funny the next day."

You join in the laughter for a sec before speaking. "I mean, yeah, he beat it up for real, but the limp I had was mostly because I tweaked my groin from doing the splits on his face without stretching first. Didn't even realize it until the next day."

"No way!" she hollers, falling onto your bed and kicking her feet in the air while cackling. "Hold up," she gasps after several seconds, pointing at your yoga mat that's rolled up and leaning against the wall in the corner of your room. "Wasn't it just after Halloween when you got majorly into yoga?"

"Maybe," you shrug, grinning ear-to-ear as she mentally connects the dots.

"I thought you were just trying something new since you already do cardio and strength training, but you've actually been getting more limber for sex?"

"Yep, don't wanna pull a muscle."

"You lucky bitch! I can't even get Trey to pull my hair during sex much less pull a damn muscle!"

The look on her face causes you to throw yourself on the bed beside her, both of you roaring with laughter until your phone rings.

"Oh shit, it's Joe," you wheeze as you check the display, gasping for breath to try and get yourself under control before answering. "Hey babe," you manage before immediately dissolving into another fit of giggles.

"Hey," he answers, his voice slightly bemused. "You okay?"

"Y … yeah," you pant, biting your lip hard enough to hurt before cutting a side-eye at Gina, her ridic, bug-eyed expression causing you to snort loudly before howling with laughter.

"Are you laughing or crying?" Joe asks.

"Laugh … ing," you wheeze, taking in copious gulps of air as Gina grabs a pillow and rolls off the bed and onto the floor, using the pillow to muffle her laughter.

"What the hell, babe?" he asks, sounding slightly worried. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." You take a few deep breaths before continuing. "Gina said something funny right before you called."

"Are y'all drunk?"

"No, daddy, we haven't been underage drinking."

"I don't give a shit about underage drinking and you know it. I mean, you'll be 21 in less than three months."

"You sound kinda pissed," you pout, smiling at his heavy sigh.

"I'm not pissed, and I don't care if you've been drinking. Matter of fact, I've got two bottles of your fav blush wine chilling in my fridge for tonight, I just don't want you drinking and driving. Let me know if I need to come get you."

"I haven't been drinking," you reiterate. "I'm putting you on speaker," you continue. "Gina? Have we been drinking?"

"We have not been drinking!" she states loudly from the floor.

"Told ya, daddy," you gloat in your brattiest voice.

"If you call me daddy one more time, we're gonna have a problem."

"You gonna punish me?" you purr. "Maybe ground me for a week?"

"Maybe bend you over, pull your panties down and spank your sweet ass before burying my tongue in your …"

"You're on speaker!" you yelp, laughing as Gina hops up and sprints for the door, throwing you a naughty smirk on the way out.

"Sorry. Got a little carried away," Joe mutters.

"It's fine. Gina ran like hell, but you didn't say anything super raunchy."

"Only because you interrupted me."

"I mean … we were talking about sex when you called."

"Ummm, do I even wanna know the deets since you were laughing so hard you could barely breathe?"

"Just that I got into yoga so I could be super limber for sex with you. You frequently get me in positions where my knees are pushed up by my ears or I'm basically doing the splits."

"What's funny about that?"

"Nothing. I'll tell you more later."

"You like it when I manhandle you a little, right?"

You smile at his uncertain tone. "I love it. You know I love it. The funny part was her reaction. Apparently, Trey doesn't get down like that so she was expressing her, ummm, frustration. The look on her face was what set me off."

"Does Trey know he's a boring lay?"

"Probably not," you giggle, "and don't you dare tell him."

"I hardly ever talk to him. He's been aggravated at me ever since Gina told him I pay for your monthly bikini wax, and now he feels like he has to do the same for her. I told him it's only fair since getting your pubes ripped out is no fun, and it's at least partially being done for his pleasure."

"He can be a little self-centered."

"A little?" Joe snorts.

"Okay, a lot. Gina loves him, though, so hopefully he grows out of it eventually."

"Wouldn't put money on it, but anyway … how's your day going?"

"Good. My classes were boring, as usual, but I have zero homework so that's good. Also, I picked up all the groceries I need to cook dinner for us tonight."

"Did you have any trouble using my credit card?"

You chew on your lip for a second before answering. "I didn't use it."

"Why not?"

"Because I wanted to treat you for once; you always pay for stuff."

"Listen … you go to the store, bring stuff to my place and cook delicious food for us. The least I can do is pay for the groceries."

"Just let me treat you this one time. It's part of my Valentine's Day gift to you."

"We'll see," he mumbles. "Do you need any help getting everything to my place?"

"Nah, I think I can manage the grueling five minute drive by myself," you snark.

"You gonna be a little shit all night, or is this just an appetizer?"

"Just an appetizer," you giggle. "I intend to be way worse later."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"It's a promise not a threat," you purr.

"Woman, I need to go work-out, and I don't wanna hit the gym with a hard-on. Can we save the sexy banter for later?"

"Yes, sir," you drawl, putting as much implied sex in the two syllables as possible.

"Keep that same energy for later tonight," he orders, his voice dropping an octave like it always does when he's aroused.

"Yes, sirrrr," you repeat, giggling at his exasperated groan.

"One more 'daddy' or 'sir' out of your pretty mouth, and I'm gonna skip the gym and drive straight to your place."

"No, you won't," you tease. "You're religious about getting your work-outs in."

"Listen, I'm gonna hit the gym, come home, eat dinner with you, then fuck you 'til you can't think straight. Then I'm gonna reload and fuck you again."

"Sounds good," you whisper, a sizzle of anticipation racing down your spine.

"What time are you coming over?" he asks, his voice still thick with arousal.

"Probably about 5:00."

"I'll be back from the gym by 5:30."

"Okay."

"And, babe?"

"Yeah?"

"I intend to go hard so make sure to take your vitamins and stretch."

"Yes, sir," you whimper, ending the call before he can say anything else. "He's def gonna make me pay for that later," you giggle to yourself, hopping off the bed to go find Gina.

* * * end of sneak peek * * *

You find Gina sitting on the sofa when you walk into the living area. "Hey," you grin, plopping down beside her. "Hope we didn't gross you out."

"Not a bit," she laughs, handing you a small gift bag. "It's your fav bath bomb and some chocolate-covered almonds," she continues as you peek into the bag.

"Thank you! That's so sweet." You give her a hug before setting the bag on the coffee table.

"You're welcome. So, you and Joe are staying in tonight, right?"

"Yeah, we don't like going out on holiday nights because of the big crowds."

"Y'all are always on the same wavelength," she smiles. "What are you cooking for him? Besides the cupcakes?"

"His fav spicy Cajun pasta plus garlic bread and salad."

"Is that the pasta that has blackened chicken, shrimp and andouille sausage in it?"

"Yep."

"Yum! That's what I want you to make for my 21st birthday dinner. I've been craving it for a while."

"I mean, I can make it for you sooner than that if you're jonesing. We don't have to wait a whole month until your birthday."

She gives you a smile as she shakes her head. "It'll be worth the wait. Besides, I'm prob gonna be eating a fucking Big Mac and fries for dinner tonight, so I need to let my digestive system recover before I gobble down that delish pasta."

"You're not eating a fucking Big Mac and fries," you laugh, grabbing your phone and hitting a number before putting it on speaker.

"Hey Y/n," Trey drawls. "What's up?"

"Hey." You smile at Gina's surprised expression before continuing. "Listen, lasagna and breadsticks from Olive Garden."

"Ummm, what?"

"You're bringing dinner to Gina for Valentine's, right?"

"Yeah."

"Lasagna and breadsticks from Olive Garden."

"For real?"

"Yep."

"Okay, cool. -- Anything else?"

"Just … remember that Valentine's Day is about romance." You grin at Gina as she bugs her eyes out at you. "Turn your damn phone off and seduce your woman."

"Did she tell you to say that?"

"No, but I've heard her grumble at you a few times lately about constantly being on your phone when y'all are together."

"That's true," he mumbles. "I def need to be better about that."

"Tonight is the perfect time to start."

"Okaaay, so lasagna, breadsticks, seduction and stay off the phone?"

"Yep."

"Got it."

"Cool. Have a nice night." You end the call and level a no-nonsense look at Gina. "Okay, girl, I did my part. You gotta take the reins once he gets here."

"What do you mean?"

"You got a fresh coochie wax and some naughty panties. Put him on his back and sit on his face."

"For real?"

"Yes! I think he's too shy to initiate that kind of action, but I bet he'll be totally into it if you take control."

"I … don't know."

"He goes down on you, right?"

"Yeah, but not like that."

"Not yet," you purr, wiggling your eyebrows.

She gives you a look before taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna try it."

"Yes!" you chirp. "Just make sure you stretch first."

"I will," she giggles, her eyes going wide when the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it," you state, quickly heading to the front door and checking the peephole before opening it. "Wow!" you gush, smiling at the sight of a vase full of blush-pink roses; a head pops out from behind the beautiful arrangement. "Delivery for Y/n," the delivery driver says, giving you a cheerful smile as you reach for the vase.

"That's me."

"I got one more delivery for this address," she says. "Be right back."

You're grinning ear-to-ear when you walk back into the living room.

"Those are gorgeous!" Gina gushes.

"For real! Listen, you need to go to the door; the delivery driver is bringing another arrangement." She gives you a 'say what?' look before heading to the front door.

You set the glass vase on the kitchen island and open the card, reading it out loud. "Happy first Valentine's Day! Can't wait to celebrate many more together. Love, Joe."

You're still smiling when Gina walks in with a vase full of red roses. "Gurrrrl," she chuckles. "I know you told Trey to send these to me."

"I didn't! Swear to God!"

"Really? 'Cause it's kinda cray that Joe and Trey sent the same flowers -- just a diff color -- from the same florist."

You nod your head for a bit before a thought hits you. "I wonder if Joe said something to Trey? If he did, he didn't tell me."

"Call him and ask him."

"Okay," you grin, heading for your bedroom. "Be right back." You close your bedroom door and hit Joe's number, hoping he isn't already working out.

"Hey," he answers almost immediately.

"Hey," you echo. "Thanks for the roses. I love them."

"You're welcome."

"Can you talk for a sec?"

"Yeah. I just got to the gym, but I haven't started working out yet."

"Did you tell Trey to send Gina flowers?"

"Uhhh, no. He called me a few days ago and asked if I was sending you flowers. I said yes and told him what I was sending and the name of the florist. Why?"

"She got the same arrangement you sent me but with red roses instead of pink."

"Well, good for Trey. Maybe there's hope for him after all."

"Maybe so," you grin, dropping your voice a bit. "I really love the roses. Can't wait to thank you for them later. They're gorgeous."

"You're gorgeous," he murmurs.

"You better go get your work-out done so you can hurry up and get home."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't expend all of your energy, okay? Save some for me."

"Don't worry about that. I got plenty," he boasts, his cocky tone bringing a smile to your face.

You end the call and walk back into the living area, giving Gina a huge grin as she waits for the deets. "Joe didn't tell Trey to send the roses."

"Really?"

"Really." You explain the situation while she shakes her head.

"Damn, I guess he was afraid Joe would show him up," she giggles.

"A little healthy competition can be a good thing," you state, laughing along with her for several seconds before y'all quiet down. "I should've got Joe a couple more things for V Day," you mumble.

"Whaaaat?" she chirps. "You're cooking him dinner and dessert, plus you're supplying the naughty panties and the contents of said panties."

"That's true," you chuckle, "plus I got him a jigsaw puzzle to remind him of the first … well ... actually the second time he asked me out."

"You mean the second time you shot him down?"

"Yeah," you grin, letting your mind rewind back to June 2018.

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Early June 2018 - Baton Rouge, Louisiana (in a small bookstore just off LSU campus)

You take a sip of your iced coffee and scowl at your computer screen, hitting your delete key several times while barely registering the sound of the bell that alerts you to a customer entering the bookstore. "Let me know if you need any help," you automatically say, never taking your eyes off of your screen.

Several minutes later, you catch some movement in your peripheral vision and quickly turn your head, making eye contact with a tall, blonde man for a few seconds before he disappears behind the bookshelves. Haven't seen him here before, you think to yourself, taking another sip of your drink as you continue to look in his direction.

He eventually reappears, and you smile at him. "Need help finding something?" you ask, swallowing hard as he walks toward you, his long-legged stride making you feel a little funny.

"Just looking," he says, the sound of his voice hitting you like a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Oh … okay," you mutter, your pulse picking up as he walks directly up to the large L-shaped desk that serves as a check-out counter and sticks a hand out toward you, his impressive height and broad shoulders completely blocking out the late-afternoon sun streaming in the windows behind him.

"I'm Joe," he announces, giving you a devastating smile when you stand up from your desk chair and grasp his hand.

You try not to react to the electric shock you feel when you nestle your hand in his much bigger one. "I'm Y/n," you mumble.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm new here. Just recently transferred over from OSU."

"Oklahoma State?" you ask, grinning when he rolls his pretty blue eyes.

"Ohio State," he answers.

"You're a midwestern boy, huh?"

He raises one eyebrow before answering. "A midwestern man."

"My bad," you giggle, biting your lip as a blush rises in your face; his gaze drops down to your mouth and you feel something stir deep inside you, a rush of heat and a steady throb between your legs that makes you react by pressing your thighs together.

"No problem," he states, his already deep voice dropping a full octave lower; he quickly flicks his gaze down to your denim-clad thighs, lingering there briefly before recapturing your gaze.

Got damn, you think to yourself, trying to act normal as your body continues to react to him. I prob need to buy some new batteries for my vibrator, you muse, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans when his sinful lips curl up in a wicked grin, like he's reading your mind and really liking what he sees.

The entrance bell ringing breaks the porny spell, and you turn your head toward the door, smiling at one of your regular customers. "Hi, Mrs. Peavy. The book you ordered came in today's mail."

"That's great news!" she chirps. "I'm just gonna browse for a bit before I check out."

She disappears back behind the tall bookshelves, and you return your attention to Joe, catching his gaze sliding down your body again before he clears his throat and checks his watch. "I gotta get to the gym," he mutters, raking a hand through his hair while backing away from you. "It was really nice meeting you."

"You too," you grin, shamelessly ogling his ass in his slinky shorts as he heads out the door.

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One week later

You're sipping another iced coffee and staring into space when the entrance bell jingles, pulling your attention to the tall, blonde man striding toward you. "Hey," you grin, standing up as he walks directly up to your desk.

"Hey," he echoes, waggling his large styrofoam cup. "Am I allowed to have this in here?"

"Is it a drive-thru daiquiri? And if it is, are you at least 21?"

"I'm 21, but it's a smoothie not a daiquiri," he chuckles. "I just didn't know if y'all allow drinks in the store."

"It's fine," you state, pointing at your iced coffee. "Drinks are def allowed."

"What is that?" he asks.

"It's an iced mocha latte. I have one every workday to give me a little caffeine boost."

"What days do you work?"

"Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday 3:00 - 7:00."

"That explains why you weren't here when I popped in last Friday afternoon."

"Yep, that explains it," you say inanely, your pulse picking up at the thought that he came in hoping to see you. He takes a sip of his smoothie, and your gaze is drawn to his throat, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the frosty beverage.

He licks his lips before giving you a lethal grin. "Did you know that you get a greater energy boost from eating an apple instead of drinking a caffeinated beverage?"

"No way," you grin, taking a big slurp of your iced coffee while he gives a vigorous nod, causing a dirty-blonde curl to bounce against his forehead.

"Seriously," he states. "There are studies that show eating an apple gives you a longer energy boost than a cup of coffee. Honeycrisp apples are my fav," he continues. "Have you ever tried one?"

"Maybe baked in a pie or dunked in caramel," you tease, "but be for real. Apples don't have caffeine."

"True," he nods. "It's the natural sugars and the fiber in the skin that give you the sustained energy boost."

"Are you a registered dietician?" you ask with a hint of playful snark.

"No, but I'm an athlete, so I've consulted with lots of dieticians and sports nutritionists."

"I see," you grin, half-convinced he's bullshitting even though he's built like an athlete. "Think I'll stick with my trusty caffeine."

"Cool," he quips, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while raking a hand through his hair. "Sooo, you go to LSU?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm in my junior year."

"Cool," he repeats. "You taking any summer classes?"

"Just one; it's an online course in business ethics. Super easy."

"What's your major?"

"I'm doing a double major in graphic design and digital advertising."

"That sounds interesting and also a little intense."

"It's really not bad," you admit. "I rarely have homework since I get most everything done in class plus the 12 hours a week I spend here at the bookstore."

"How long have you worked here?"

"Since about midway through freshman year. My parents were against it at first, but they came around once they realized how ideal it is. It's nice to make a little extra money instead of expecting them to pay for everything. Between my partial scholarship and the college fund they started when I was born, I'm gonna graduate with zero student loan debt, which is basically like winning the lottery these days."

"Damn right," he enthuses. "I did my undergrad in finance, and starting a college fund as soon as possible is one of the best things a parent can do for their child."

"Undergrad?" you ask. "Do you already have a degree?"

"Yeah, I got a bachelor's from OSU in consumer and family financial services. I'm a graduate transfer doing a master's in liberal arts."

You raise your eyebrows. "That's quite a move from Ohio to Louisiana. Do you have family here?"

"No … well, not yet. Eventually my teammates will be as close as family."

"Teammates?"

"Yeah, football teammates."

You feel your heart sink at the implication. "You play football?"

"Yeah."

"For the university?"

"Uhhh, yeah. I was a back-up quarterback for three years at OSU, so I transferred here to get a chance to start."

"A fucking quarterback," you mumble under your breath.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Nothing." You give him a bland smile before taking another hearty gulp of your 'caffeinated beverage'.

He watches you closely for a few seconds before speaking. "I take it you don't like football."

"What makes you say that?" you ask, a bit disconcerted that he read you so easily.

"Your whole demeanor changed when I mentioned it."

"I like it fine," you scoff. "I mean, except for the fact that it's violent as fuck, and I'm always worried I might witness a horrific injury. Other than that, I think it's just peachy."

He hits you with that panty-dropping grin, and you're more than a little annoyed when your body reacts. Simmer down, you think to yourself. Nothing dumber than getting sprung over a fuck boy quarterback.

"How many games have you been to here at LSU?" he asks.

"Several," you lie.

"Several, huh? Like at least ten?"

"Like three," you mumble. "The last game I went to kind of ruined it for me."

"What happened? Horrific injury?"

"No. There was a drunk dude sitting beside me who kept sloshing beer on my boots, literally burped in my face, and then had the audacity to get mad when I refused to give him my number."

"Yikes. Not cool."

"Indeed," you grumble.

"Well, if you come watch me play this fall, maybe I can give you a few tips to avoid the drunk assholes."

"As if," you snort, rolling your eyes when he hits you with a pouty expression. That shit's not working on me, pretty boy, you think to yourself, squaring your shoulders as he shifts his weight again and hits you with another smile.

"Well, anyway … would you like to maybe grab lunch or something this week-end?" he asks.

"Ummm, I'm actually hosting a 21st birthday slumber party for a friend this week-end."

"All week-end? Friday through Sunday?"

"Kind of," you mutter, hoping he doesn't ask you to elaborate.

"Cool," he says, "hope y'all have fun."

"Thanks," you mumble, your gaze darting to the door as the bell jingles, signaling a new customer.

"I better get going," he says, giving you a lingering look before striding toward the door.

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Two weeks later

You hear the entrance bell jingle and quickly cut a glance at the door, eyes going wide when Joe walks in. Holy shit, take a hint, you think to yourself, giving him a bland look as he walks up to your desk.

"Hey," he smiles.

"Hey," you echo, trying hard not to return his smile.

"How was your slumber party?"

"Good."

The silence stretches out between you for a bit before he speaks up.

"Did I do something to upset you?"

"Nope."

"Okaaay," he mutters, running a hand through his hair while clearing his throat. "Look, I know you don't love football, but I can talk about a lot more than that. I was hoping we could maybe get to know each other better? Maybe just go out for ice cream or lunch sometime?"

"When?" you deadpan.

"Ummm, maybe Friday? I have some team activities Saturday and Sunday."

You give him a tight smile before answering. "Friday's not good for me. I have a 3000 piece jigsaw puzzle that I'm jonesing to finish, and I have it on my schedule for this Friday."

"A jigsaw puzzle?" he asks, his tone bordering on incredulous.

"Yep," you chirp, your expression daring him to question you further.

The silence stretches out for an uncomfortable amount of time before he finally breaks it.

"I get it," he mutters, slowly backing away. "Sorry for bothering you." He spins around and heads for the exit, stopping just before opening the door to look back at you; his gaze lingers on you for several seconds before he pulls the door open and walks out.

You release the breath you didn't realize you were holding and slump back in your desk chair, wondering why you feel so empty when you should really feel amazing for curving an obvious fuck boy.

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Two weeks later

You finish the last bite of your shrimp po' boy and dab your mouth with your napkin, quickly turning your head toward the street behind you as a car backfire causes everyone to flinch.

"Got damn!" Gina snaps, grabbing her glass of sweet tea and taking several gulps. "Damn near choked," she wheezes, both of you giggling.

Y'all are sitting at one of many picnic tables at an outdoor food court that's flanked by several food trucks; you take a sip of your sweet tea and turn your head again, scanning the lunchtime crowd until your gaze comes to rest on a familiar figure sitting at a table with a few other guys.

"Oh shit!" you gasp.

"What is it?" Gina asks, her head on a swivel to see what upset you.

"Don't look!" you hiss. "It's Joe."

"Who?"

"That guy who came into the bookstore a few times and asked me out."

"The quarterback?"

"Yes," you whisper, turning your head slowly to find him staring directly at you. "Oh shit, fuck, dammit to hell," you breathe, plastering on a fake smile and waving when he waves at you.

"He's headed this way," Gina warns.

"Should I run?"

"Hell no," she laughs. "Just smile and act unaffected."

"Fuck my life," you mutter, smiling as he walks up to your table. "Hey," you greet, annoyed at the breathless tone of your voice.

"Hey," he echoes.

"Ummm, Joe this is Gina," you say, gesturing toward her, "my roommate and bestie. Gina this is Joe," you continue, gesturing toward him.

"Nice to meet you," Gina says.

"You too," Joe grins, looking back and forth between you before Gina speaks up.

"I'm gonna throw out our trash and head to the car," she announces. "Y'all take your time talking."

"Thanks," you grimace, gesturing at the seat opposite you once Gina vacates it. "Have a seat."

"Thanks," Joe says, dropping his big frame down and resting his ridiculously sexy hands and forearms on the table.

Asshole, you think to yourself, hating the fact that you're incredibly attracted to him. "Sooo, how's your football stuff going?" you ask.

"Good. How's your jigsaw puzzle stuff going?" he asks, not even trying to hide his smirk.

"Good," you state, your cunty expression daring him to call you out.

He stares at you for several seconds before speaking. "Look … I just wanna tell you that the jigsaw puzzle thing is the worst brush off I've ever heard."

"What makes you think it was a brush off?" you ask.

"Because it's ridic. You could've finished the puzzle any other time."

"I could have," you agree. "But I was really looking forward to doing it that specific night."

He tilts his head and gives you a look. "I don't think the puzzle actually exists."

"Oh really?" you mumble, grabbing your phone and scrolling through your pics until you find what you're looking for. "This is it," you say, studying the pic while continuing. "It's a shot from the Hubble telescope." You flip your phone around so he can see it. "It's the …"

"Crab nebula," he finishes your sentence, taking your phone and setting it on the table in front of him. "Damn," he whispers, leaning down for a better look. "This is a beautiful shot." He quickly flicks his gaze up at you before looking back down at your phone. "Most colorized shots of the Crab nebula are depicted in cool colors, but this heat signature is very hot," he murmurs.

Very fucking hot, you think to yourself, studying his face as he continues to look at the pic, his long eyelashes fanned out against his slightly-sunburned cheeks.

He eventually slides your phone across the table toward you and gives you a sheepish grin. "I owe you an apology for not believing you. I'm sorry."

You feel a hot blush rise in your cheeks, more from shame than attraction, and you heave a sigh before responding. "Listen … I did finish the puzzle Friday, but you were right when you said I could've done it another time, so it basically was a brush off."

"Thanks for being honest," he states. "Why don't you simplify this by just saying you aren't interested in me."

"Because that would be a lie," you blurt, surprising yourself just as much as him with your admission.

"Okay, now I'm confused," he grins. "If you're interested then why the brush off?"

You have an answer ready because that's pretty much all you've been thinking about lately. "I just feel like we wouldn't be very compatible."

"What are you basing that on?"

You shrug. "I'm an introverted bookworm who doesn't really like to party. I enjoy cooking for my friends and hanging out at home."

"That perfectly describes me minus the cooking part," he grins, laughing softly when you narrow your eyes at him.

"Boy please," you scoff. "Most college athletes are huge partiers and total manwhores."

"What are you basing that on?" he repeats.

"I'm basing it on my experience, and also things I've seen and heard from friends."

"So you've dated some college athletes?"

"Kind of," you mumble. "He was actually my high school boyfriend, a year older than me. We dated for just over a year before he graduated and went to college. He wasn't talented enough to get a Division 1 football scholarship, but he did get a D2. The school was about a four hour drive from our hometown. He promised me we'd make the distance work, then he proceeded to fuck everything in a skirt the second he hit campus. Luckily I had several other friends at the same school who dropped a dime on his fuck boy ways."

"Was he a quarterback?"

"No, but the quarterback on his college team was even worse. One of those gross dudes who brags about getting more ass than a barstool."

"I see," he mutters, taking a deep breath before continuing. "So now you think all football players are like that? Like 100% of us?"

You shrug. "Maybe not 100% but why chance it? I know that not all snakes are poisonous, but I still avoid 'em. You're a man, though, so you wouldn't understand."

"I understand. And yes, there are plenty of fuck boy athletes, but I'm not one of them."

You bite your bottom lip to quell a skeptical smirk, noting that his gaze drops down to your mouth for several seconds before he continues speaking.

"Can I tell you a little bit about myself?" he asks, finally dragging his gaze back up to your eyes.

"Sure."

"I'm an introverted bookworm who doesn't really like to party," he states, echoing your earlier words. "I spend most of my time at football practice, working out, watching game film, and studying the playbook. Once my classes start, I'll be studying for those, as well. You can usually find me at my apartment or the football facility, which is a five minute drive from my apartment. Occasionally I do something wild like eat at a restaurant, browse a bookstore, or play blackjack at a casino."

You raise an eyebrow, and he chuckles before responding.

"I'm not a gambling addict or anything like that. I don't play very often, but when I do, I win more than I lose." You can't help but smile at his cocky tone as he continues. "I also enjoy playing chess, collecting graphic t-shirts, and reading about plus watching pretty much anything related to how the universe works, hence me nerding out over your Crab nebula puzzle. Physics is my fav subject." He gives you a big grin. "Am I boring you yet?"

"Not yet," you mutter.

"I also enjoy building LEGO sets which are basically just 3D versions of jigsaw puzzles." You stare at each other for several seconds before he speaks up again. "If you get to know me, you'll realize I'm not a stereotypical jock."

Holy shit, he's smooth, you think to yourself, wondering if his earnest expression is real or fake. Prob fake as fuck, you seethe; time to set him straight. "Listen, I'm not gonna jump in bed with you, okay?" you snap. "There are plenty of other women on this campus who'd be DTF if you flash that smile at 'em. Why waste time with me?"

"Because I'm not looking for a quick fuck. I'm looking for someone I can vibe with."

"Running game on me is not gonna work, sweetie," you snort. "You're good at it, don't get me wrong, but I see right through that shit."

"Look, I know you've had some bad experiences, but I swear I'm not running game. Don't punish me for some other guys' sins."

You stare at him without speaking, trying not to show any emotion as he continues.

"Plus, you're the one who keeps mentioning sex," he states matter-of-factly. "I'd just like to get to know you."

"You're right," you mumble, caught somewhere between admiration and aggravation that he's managed to get the upper hand in the conversation; time to put him on the back foot. "That was very presumptuous of me. You're clearly not attracted to me, so I apologize for jumping to that conclusion."

"Okay, that's not true and you know it," he mutters.

"Meaning?"

He runs a hand through his hair before answering. "Meaning … I'm very attracted to you, but I'm not just looking for sex. Does that make sense?"

"No."

His laugh caresses you like a physical touch, and you squirm in your seat, exasperated at the effect he has on you.

"You're really not making this easy," he grins.

"I don't owe you easy," you scoff, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from returning his grin.

"You're absolutely right," he states as he stands up, throwing a quick glance at the table where his friends are sitting before returning his gaze to you. "You don't owe me anything," he continues, smiling as he plucks his sunglasses from the neckline of his t-shirt and slides them on; he waits several seconds -- like he's waiting for you to say something -- before spinning around and heading back to his bros.

He takes three steps before you call his name, your pulse hammering when he turns around and removes his sunglasses before locking eyes with you; you stand up and take a small step in his direction, every pleasure point in your body throbbing in unison when he quickly closes the distance with two long strides, looking down into your upturned face. A thrill shoots through you at how much taller he is than you. Focus! you think to yourself, swallowing hard and licking your lips before speaking.

"Ummm, do you have any plans for this Friday?"

"Not yet," he grins. "What do you have in mind?"

"I have no idea," you admit. "Maybe just grab ice cream or lunch or something?"

"Why don't we exchange numbers then we can decide later?"

"Okay," you mutter, feeling a little lightheaded as y'all exchange numbers.

He eventually slides his phone back in the pocket of his shorts and gives you a cheeky grin. "Just so you know, I don't have sex on the first date," he says, gracing you with another deep laugh that sizzles your nerve endings as your mouth drops open in shock. "Just kidding," he chuckles.

"You better be kidding," you warn in a playful voice. "This is just a friendly hang-out, right? Not a date."

"Of course, very presumptuous of me to call it a date." He gives you a wink before sliding his sunglasses back on.

His wink hits you in all the right places, and you quickly slide your sunglasses on to mask your reaction. "Totally presumptuous," you grumble, matching his grin before spinning around and heading toward the parking lot; you take about a dozen steps before throwing a look over your shoulder, a jolt of heat rushing through you when you see him still watching you. "Fuck," you mutter under your breath, picking up your pace as you head toward your car. "What have I got myself into?"

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"Y/n?"

Gina's voice snaps you out of your flashback. "Yeah?"

"Girl, you must've been having a spicy daydream because you were damn near drooling!" she chortles.

"Just thinking about when Joe and I first met," you grin, heading to the fridge to pull the frosting out. "Let me get these cupcakes frosted then I'll help you set up a little tablescape for your V Day dinner."

"Martha Stewart ain't got nothing on you," she giggles.

"Damn right," you laugh, grabbing your piping bag and dropping a star tip in before letting your mind wander, a sizzle of anticipation running through you as you think about the night to come.

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This Fucks

[Dry humping, but it gets wet pretty fast. AMAB Reader. AFAB Barbie. Grinding, daydreaming, pussy eating, Barbs wears panties at the end, Barbs calls you Master, crack-ish. Standalone series]

Pt. 1

And then he'd ride you, fast and hard. He'd feel you through your boxers, through his own panties. He'd claw at your shoulders when you grinded against his clit just right and tears would fall as his eyes fluttered. He'd scream out-

"I guess you like the outfit?" And- wait, no, that's not what happens.

An amused huff punctuated your sentence, and as you eye him, several realizations hit him at once:

One, he was unbelievably wet. The throb of his clit and the uncomfortable wet feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin left him barely able to hold back a grimace, less he have to explain that to you too.

Two, he'd gone completely still in his daydream. How long had he been staring blankly at you, red in the face and just barely starting to breathe heavy? The only thing that could make this worse would be if he'd been wearing his summer uniform, the layers thin enough you'd have definitely seen his nipples perking through his shirt.

Third- he was wearing the summer uniform.

"Yes, I, it's very nice... my deepest apologies."

Your response comes paired with a toothy smile, and he swears he can feel himself getting wetter. "No problem, I know you have a lot on your plate. Hell, I'm distracting you right now, aren't I?"

You definitely were, just not in the way you think.

"I'll text you tonight then, Barbs. See you later~"

He nods, sad to see you go. You're his favorite distraction, his most coveted one easily. You probably think you were being a nuisance now.

Barbatos walks you out, waving and watching until you turned the corner out of sight. He sighs, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the nearest bathroom.

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He's baking cookies for you today. Soft, melty chocolate chip- just how you like it. In fact, he's baking a variety of pastries: donuts and cupcakes, all in your favorite flavors. He's making an "I'm sorry" basket for his shameful behavior the other day.

As he begins to glaze the donuts, hands drift over his waist, settling in place and pulling him closer- ass first -to your dick. He could feel it through your uniform; did you just get out of class? The lingering scent of potions gone right and wrong alike met his nose, and he chuckled, eyes crinckling at the corners when he smiles.

"You didn't even bother to change, I see."

Your lick the cuff of his ear, whispering into it. "Needed you too bad." By all nine of the circles. There was a greedy rasp in your voice, like you could barely speak through your own desire. Your hands got firmer as they slid down to hold his hips. Your thumbs massage circles into his ass as you give a few test thrusts, seeing how thick the material on his pants were.

He looks back to find you scrunching your brows as if in deep focus.

"I want these off." You say, your tone deadpan.

Barbatos jumps to obey, donuts completely forgotten, and you help him, shimmying his pants down as he undoes the buttons. You undo your own, and then it's briefs to boxers as you hump him, rocking him against the counter and making his eyes roll back. He's obsessed with the feel of it, how hard it is, leaving no room for mistaking how much you want him.

He's close, fuck, fuck, he's so close. You are too, going by the way your thrusts get more and more aggressive. Barbatos' eyes squeeze shut, and as his peak gets closer and closer, he can feel that tightening in his stomach, making him tense up right before the big-

His eyes spring open, immediately locking on where his hands have burst an entire piping bag of glaze onto one donut. Embarrassment at getting so caught up paints his face a lovely shade of rouge, getting even darker as he realizes that glazed donut holes are not the best distraction for... well, glazing (non) donut holes.

Once again, his underwear clings to his cunt, providing the slightest friction against his senstive clit as he moves about the kitchen, cleaning up his mess.

He sighs as, also once again, he makes his way to his room to clean up a different mess.

(–>Himself)

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"Fuck me, you're doing great 'batos."

Your hands are on his hips, helping him bounce on your clothed boner. You've barely got ten minutes- you both have places to be. Him, a meeting, you, a class. But that didn't stop you from sliding your pants to your knees and leaning heavily on a side table in one of the castle's many forgotten salons, nor him from showing you the pretty pink panties he put on today in the hopes you'd get to see them.

With your bulge fitted comfortably between his cheeks, he switched from bouncing to rolling, gyrating his hips and crying out like a whore as you groaned into his back, sinking your teeth into the blushed skin of his neck. Just low enough the collar of his uniform covers it, of course. You're nothing if not courteous.

As your blunt nails sink into his flesh, Barbatos starts to wonder if this is what insanity feels like. Delirium colored with the pinks and reds of lust, your groans like a mantra in his ears he can't, won't, get rid of. The ache of his own pussy consumes him- you're breathtakingly close, yet it's never enough for him. His greed is as constant as his heart beat, a steady rhythm of "more".

Your chest to his back, your breath on his ear. He'd soaked through his panties long ago and knew they'd be nothing short of ruined when he came. Cumming on your cock, even through your clothes... it was so good. God, you felt-

"-so good! Thank you by the way, I never would have fixed that without you."

And just like that, the time demon returns to the present.

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Despite the cold of the room, sweat rolls down the back of his neck as he thinks,

'What am I supposed to tell you this time?'

Barbatos can feel you staring at him, but it seems the floor is particularly interesting today. He can't keep his eyes off it- or rather, he can't keep his eyes on you.

A faint sunset pink dusts his cheeks, and in a manner much unlike his usual held-together persona, he fiddles with the edges and fingers of his gloves, tapping his foot against the shining wooden floors and licking his lips a rather unnecessary amount.

"Nervous?"

He chuckles when you ask, but there's no humor in it. He still doesn't look at you. He wishes he could go back to work. He's on his break right now, which he usually doesn't take, but took advantage of for your sake. It's only thirty minutes, but it feels like hours.

"There's no need for anxiety, Barbs. I just wanna talk..." You trail off into silence, polite on your part, suffocating on his. Leaning over, you take a sip out of the tea you personally prepared for this occasion. It held not so much as a candle to Barbatos', of course, but you thought it'd be a good change of pace for something like this.

'They're gonna hate me.'

He's so sure of it, not even a peek into the future would change his mind. You'd learn of his disgusting habits and shame him, then tell him you never wanted to see him again. It was inevitable.

"Barbatos,"

He tenses involuntarily at hearing his name.

"You've been distant lately, you know?" You watch his face as you talk, speaking slowly and gently, as if trying to calm a scared animal. "Avoiding me so actively that everyone has noticed, making excuses everytime I ask to hang out, and disassociating when we actually do. What's happening to us? Did I do something wrong?"

'Fuck.'

The thought is followed by budding tears in his eyes. He's ruined everything, and to top it off, you think it's your fault.

What the hell was he supposed to say to you?

"My apologies Master, I find myself lost in thoughts of your dick sandwiched between my asscheeks."?

Get serious.

....but as his own voice meets his ears, things do get serious. Very, very, very quickly.

The room empties of sound, not even a breathe to be heard. But as loud as his heartbeat is in his ear, there's no way you're deaf to it.

How the fuck did he accidentally say that aloud? Of all God-forsaken things-

"I... are you serious?"

For the first time since entering the room, he looks at you. Your face is oddly.... blank. He can't read your eyes, but your posture is rigid as you rest your forearms on your knees, hands tightly clasped around a small teacup.

There's no use lying now. It'd only serve to make things more awkward. This was his punishment, he was sure of it- to die in flames of embarrassment, haunted by this day for the rest of forever.

"I... suppose there are more choice words to be used. But yes. I want you quite badly, Master. Need you, even. And it's ruining my immortal life." The last part is no more than a whisper, but you hear him as though he yelled it.

"I know I've ruined our relationship. I've let your kindness go to my head, and find myself unsatisfied with standing quietly behind you. I wish to be by your side."

He's said so much, too much, but it's as if the words run from his mouth on their own. He bites down, almost drawing blood as his fangs dig into the soft skin.

You're silent, still as unreadable as a closed book. He feels out of place in his skin under your gaze. It's unwavering strength begins to unnerve him as he prepares for a verbal beating.

"Beside me, or under me?"

He'd say it's his turn to be speechless, but the shit eating grin on your face makes him think you knew exactly what you were going to say a long time ago.

Nevertheless, he answers seriously. Thinking back, it may have been the shock that made him answer so honestly.

"..both."

You smile wider, a wild look in your eyes.

"Both is good."

And in the following seconds, Barbatos was hit with realizations of several things, once again:

One, you were messy. The table was cleared of dishwear, utensils and food alike in a quick swipe of your arm. Hopefully, you didn't expect him to help clean it up later.

Two, you weren't and never have been a weakling. You lifted him with an ease he'd only seen out of Beezlebub, or Diavolo. Despite his size, he was pure muscle, and quite heavy. But you didn't even break a sweat as you held him bridal and layed him out on the table, gentle as a lover should be.

Three- it was just as big as he'd imagined.

You fit yourself between his legs, holding them wide open as you grabbed his waist to pull him to you. You whisper under your breath, and the lights flicker before dimming down. Your eyes are alight with something that scared him as much as it aroused him. It was bright, fierce, hot. Like passion, but so much more intense. It had to be in your blood, pumping throughout your whole body and heating your skin till it burned at the touch.

Scorching fingers caressed him through his clothes, dragging down his torso as if imagining how easily they could rip through the fabric, the shreds joining the shards of glass on the floor. Your bulge pressed into him more and more as you tried to get closer, as though dizzy-headed with the thought of fucking him deep.

God, he wanted you to fuck him deep. Maybe he was the dizzy-headed one.

"What did you dream about, Barbatos? Tell me everything, my love."

'Such a sweet talker.' He thought. But he lied if he said it didn't make his pussy throb.

"You had me just like this... with your face in my neck, telling me things, as you..." He blushes, and it encourages you closer. Chest to chest, your voice is a sultry whisper in his ear. "As I what, darling?"

He gulps audibly, nervous fingers grasping the sides of your shirt. You can hear a tremble in his voice, "You... you were dry humping me. Slow, but hard, and relentless. There were tears in my eyes."

He doesn't know what he expected, can't explain why his breath caught in his throat when you began to rock, slow, but hard. One hand cradled his face as he closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed by the drag of your cock over his clothes. You were pressing on his clit just right, even through the layers. Again...again, again, hah, agai-

"Ah!" He moaned out as you pressed especially hard. Your other hand was on his hip, and the bruising grip made him think you wanted this too more than anything else you've done so far. If he had to put it into words- you held him like you didn't think you'd ever get the chance.

"Fuck... tell me what I said, Barbatos."

It takes a few seconds, and when he finally finds his voice, his speech is interrupted by gasps of pleasure. "I.. hell, you- you told me how good I felt. That- fuck, Master- that you needed me. All the things you'd been waiting- hah, to do to me."

You kiss his neck, your voice low in his ear, but your words loud in his heart and mind. "You're perfect, Barbatos. Can you feel it? How hard you get me? Just looking at you- it drives me insane. Makes me wanna make you feel good."

The hand on his hip moves to undo his pants. He claws at your back as you speed up your strokes. "I'd go so deep, baby. Make you see stars. I wanna fuck you till you're sleep, till I'm the only thing you think of, till you call out of work."

You stop your administrations, and in the blink of an eye, Barbatos finds his panties are out where you can see them.

And yes- he is wearing the pretty pink ones.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you need me."

Like the asshole you are, you're much more gentle with your own clothes, getting them off just as fast yet leaving them mostly whole. Your dick twitches against the constraints of your briefs. It makes Barbatos salivate, the thought of having all of it on his tongue, down his throat, making him gag and cry. In his pussy, bruising his cervix and-

Why was he still imagining things, when the real thing was right in front of him?

Quick as ever you flip him on his stomach, smirking at how wet and sticky his panties have gotten. In this position, the fat lips pressed against the thin fabric in a way only describable as lewd. You drag a single finger down his slit, starting from his asshole and stopping at his clit. Watching him shiver as you dragged it back up, tremble as you go back down again. The shocked way he squeaks and grabs the table as you press on his clit.

You can't see his face when you put your own in it, licking him through the cloth, but you can definitely hear him. He's unabashedly loud, his hips acting on their own. Sloppy kisses make him squeal, and long strokes of your tongue make him moan. When you suck on his clit, he calls your name, a desperate cry that thanks you even as it begs for more.

"[Name], Cum- cumming. I'm-"

Your hand snakes down to grope at your dick as you eat him faster. You can taste him; his essence is all across your tongue and it's absolutely euphoric. He rocks a little harder every time you whisper how good he tastes into his clit, cries a little louder. You can hear how hoarse his voice is getting though. His screams are shadows of what they were, the scrape of his voice against his throat sending shocks through you. It all makes you suck him a lil harder.

And then he arches into your mouth, cumming on your tongue with a sultry moan from deep in his chest. Your eyes roll as liquid gold coats your tastebuds, the aftertaste like a mouthful of diamonds. Angelic whimpers meet your ears, and you can't help overstimulating him as you work to not waste a drop.

Barbatos swears that hours pass, but your clean up job only lasts a few more minutes. His head is heavy and light at the same time, not a thought to be found among the thick sex haze.

He feels like you shared your fire with him, the burning power shocking his nerves and waking his body up even as you suck him to sleep. Everything's so sensitive, too sensitive, yet you keep going...

Gods, please keep going....

Then you stop. He's left ass up and face down as you catch your breath. His own chest heaves, the tears that fell drying on his face or pooling between his cheek and the table. He should be worried about that, what a mess you'd made of him, of the room, of everything. But the only thing he could focus on was your breath, far too close to his sensitive, throbbing cunt.

Barbie's hips were bruised to the touch, yet he couldn't manage so much as a wince when you grabbed them again. You were much gentler this time, at least.

You pull him into your lap, a glimmer in your eye as his head lolls on your shoulder.

Slowly, tantalizingly so, you grind up into him. Weak he may be, he still tries to grip your wrists, settling for loosely wrapping his fingers around them. He feels your head come to a rest on his shoulder, and your hands move to interlock with his, dragging them with you as you wrapped both of your arms around his torso.

Borderline chaste kisses were peppered across his shoulders and neck as a pace was set. Barbatos didn't think he could take it- being humped like a whore, then grinded on mid-embrace like a lover dearly missed. The butterflies in his stomach stirred at the mix of emotions pumping through him, filling him with a ticklish, fluttery feeling that made giggles spill from his throat.

"...off."

He hums his confusion, and you try to be a little louder.

"Can I take these off?"

Your voice is a romantic whisper in his ear as you nod towards his panties, soaked through and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination by this point.

You asked so politely, and you made him feel so light, he couldn't find it in him to say no.

He blushes, and nods.

His panties are off in a snap! , pink pussy finally exposed. Now, his arousal soaked your briefs directly, and the twitch it gave at being so close to his warmth felt brand new.

The feel of the cold air against his hot cunt made him choke and sit up, breatheless gasps escaping in a flurry as you stroked the squishy lips, ghosting over his clit to circle his hole.

He watched your fingers drag arousal from his hole to where his bud ached, flicking it and making him cry. The tears streaked his skin as they fell fast down his cheeks. Watching you seemed to make it more intense, seeing exactly how your skilled fingers moved to bring him such electrifying pleasure.

Oh hells, you'd started moving again too. Your labored breathing was felt against his back as you grinded into him

t desperately. Your hips worked like you needed this, needed him, needed to cum against his cunt and take him over the edge with you.

Your fingers sped up as you strained to keep your pace steady, the jerk of your legs getting worse and worse as you got closer. Barbatos could feel how you twitched against the briefs, and even in his weakness, tried to meet your thrusts in the middle, rubbing his sensitivity pussy along your bulge and making himself sob at the intensity.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Heavy breathes and heady gasps filled the room as your stomachs started to lock with lightning. Barbatos was seeing stars, felt like he was one. Exploding with pleasure, bright as the sun and just as blinding. There wasn't a thought in his head as your grunts and moans became more frequent, the open mouthed kisses you planted on his ear and neck making his eyes roll. Your free hand left his hip and made for his nipple, and with an aggressive twist, it was over.

The two of you exploded in sync like a supernova of catastrophic levels, the orgasm rawing both of your throats as each other's names rang in the air. The flames in your blood were slowly doused, leaving your skin as sticky as it was sweaty- and it was very much so both.

Neither of you can breathe, so you pant between sloppy kisses. Weak arms wrap around your neck as your hands tangle in sweat-soaked hair, drool escaping down the sides of your lips. He can taste himself on your tongue still, his essence making your spit stick to your lips a little more. The sight spurred him more, until exhaustion truly wracked you both, dropping your bodies to the table in a mere moment.

Barbatos couldn't find any talking words. He's not quite sure what he could say- "hey, that was pretty nice, albeit unexpected?"

"Yeah, hah, that's one way to put it."

He has got to get control of that.

Your eyes were already closed when he looked up at you, using all his strength to do so. You whispered, mumbled really, and he strained to listen through the haze still clouding his mind.

"....beautiful, Barbatos. Everything... you. We have to do this again.... day when you're actually free."

Remembering he was far overdue to return to his position should have sent him into shock, or perhaps cardiac arrest, but he found all he could do was sigh. The castle would be fine without him for a couple hours... and it's not like they had any guests today...

Barbatos yawned, his head getting heavier and heavier with the rhythmic movement of your chest. A quick glance showed you to already be asleep, your peaceful expression painting a smile across his face.

His last image before drifting off is of you, with a single line of drool slowly slipping out the corner of your mouth.

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A/N: IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A WEEK. AHHHHHHHHHHH

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #sub barbatos #obey me barbatos smut #barbatos #barbatos smut #shall we date barbatos #obey me shall we date #barbatos obey me #unaveragewrites #sub obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader

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nonbinarycharmybee · 10 months

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okay going back to "Amy's Fun Monthly Game Night" because i've started thinking about it and MM.

whoever shows up is pretty random, it's a "come if you can make it" thing.

If you do come, you have to bring snacks. Amy loves baking. She doesn't love it when Shadow asks where the chips are when she's the only one who made cupcakes.

Elimination games like Uno are "try to get either Sonic or Shadow out" because if both of them are the last ones standing it'll be another hour before the game ends.

Amy, bringing out Pit: So this game is about being as loud and pushy as possible-

Sonic: Finally, my time has come.

Poker is banned. Not because anyone was cheating, but because Silver tackled Tails from across the table when the fox won for the fifth time in a row.

Rouge and Shadow absolutely kill it at charades. ("You get really good at reading his body language when you work together," she says. "I'm just good at this," he says.)

The Chaotix get REALLY invested in Cluedo.

#headcanons #mine #i might add more if i think of them sdkdsk #feel free to add on if you have any :D

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beels-burger-babe · 2 years

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Eyes in the Dark - The Stalker AU

***Happy Spooky Season my friends! This fic came to me in the middle of class and I immediately started scribbling down ideas for it. It's dark. It's eerie. It's a horror fic. I hope you all enjoy it! 🥰 -B ***

Summary: MC never went to the Devildom, but that doesn't stop the brothers from finding the last piece of Lilith in existence.

CW: Yandere behaviour, stalking, paranoia, explicit kidnapping/breaking and entering

You couldn't put your finger on it, but lately, your life had gotten weird.

Normally, you wouldn't say there was any particularly special about your day-to-day. You worked in a cafe a couple blocks from your apartment that you would bike to every morning. You'd greet the cafe cat, Jinx, and serve the customers with (some) ease. From there, you'd go home after closing, wash up, relax for a bit, go to bed, rinse and repeat.

In your years of living on your own in the city, nothing had ever changed or offset that routine. Honestly you were satisfied enough that you didn't think anything ever would, and yet ...

A crow cawed from the rooftops above you as autumn leaves skittered across your feet and the bike rack.

That was the first thing — for the past month there had been at least one crow everywhere you went.

They didn't do much. They just sat from a distance, never getting closer than 15 feet from you, and watched.

They watched as you washed the dishes, as you locked up your bike, as you brushed your teeth, as you cleaned the pastry display at work.

You shook your head at the bird and made your way into the cafe.

Where ever you went, these crows always followed.

It was daunting. Eerie even.

But what could you do? Nature was weird sometimes.

Opening up, at this point, was a second nature to you — wipe down the tables, run the machines, put out the baked goods. It was simple.

Any tension that the crows had brought onto you eased as you slipped into the familiar actions of your work. Hours quickly passed by as your regular morning customers came and went.

Eventually, noon hit, and you got to work preparing what was always your biggest order of the day.

The cafe's bell rang as you as packaged the last of the pastries.

"Hi," a soft voice spoke behind you.

You glanced over and smiled at the familiar ginger, towering awkwardly over the cash register. You smiled brightly as you gathered the multiple bags of baked goods and carried them over. "Hello, Beel! I got your order here for you. Seven cupcakes, three croissants, half a dozen cookies, a scone, and-" you reached back behind you and cheerfully set down a cup beside the bags, "one extra large mocha with extra chocolate and extra whip cream."

His amethyst eyes widened as he gaped at the bags. "Y-You ... You remembered my order?"

You huffed playfully and crossed your arms over your chest. "What kind of a barista do you think I am? You've been coming here every day with the same order for the past month. At this point, we make an extra batch of everything just for you. Of course, I know your order. It'd be kind of hard to forget."

His cheeks rouged as he bashfully nodded his head. "Right. But it means a lot. For you to take note, I mean."

You chuckled, "I'm just doing my job. Your total is $60.66 by the way."

"Same as always," he joked, tapping a golden card against the credit machine. He tilted his head, staring at you as he began collecting his bags in his arms. "Are you alright? You look a little tired today?"

You tried to maintain your professional, customer service smile as you shrugged. "Just work and other things."

He hummed and nodded his head towards one of the many empty tables. "Want to sit and talk about it? There's no one else here and I could use some help getting through all of this," he lifted the arm-load of food a little higher up.

A quick glance at the clock, and you were shaking your head. "Sorry. My lunch break isn't for a while yet. Besides I've seen you devour the entirety of your order on your own with no issue before. Honestly, I don't know how you do it."

"You'd be surprised," he smiled tenderly down at you. "But I was being serious. No one will even notice. You can step back behind the cash the second another customer comes in, I promise. Just sit and talk for a bit."

You knew you shouldn't have, but Beel had been nothing but sweet to you since coming to the cafe, and it really would be nice to hear someone else's opinion on everything that had been happening.

"Okay," Beel's eyes dazzled as he lead you over to a table by the window.

A crow sat on the other side of the glass. You frowned at the bird for a moment before taking your seat.

Beel's smile only grew bigger as he passed you a cupcake and took a sip from his mocha. "Here. Red velvet is your favourite, right?"

You hesitated as you took the dessert from him. "Yeah. Always has been. How did you know that?"

Beel merely looked at you with that tender expression he seemed so keen towards and shrugged, "Lucky guess. You said work and stuff was bothering you. What's stuff?"

You unconsciously side-eyed the crow to right, only to find the creature already staring at you. You couldn't fight off the shiver that ran down your spine as you turned your attention back to your best-paying customer.

"Well," you began, "There's been a few weird things."

Beel paused mid-bite as his previously delighted expression suddenly became concerned. "Weird things? Are you alright?"

You waved off his worry as you took a bite of your own dessert. "It's probably nothing. But I've been on edge lately and I keep either losing things in my house or find them not at all like I remembered," you lean forward, feeling the words that you hadn't allowed yourself to speak out loud finally spill from your mouth. "Like my body spray. It keeps vanishing! I'll buy a new bottle, and I'll use it for a few days and then suddenly fwoosh! Gone!"

The ginger narrowed his eyebrows. "Is it possible you just misplaced it?" he questioned around a mouthful of cake.

"Four times in one month?" You easily shot back. "And that's not all! I have always made my bed in the morning, but lately I've been coming home and the blankets are just a little more ruffled than I remember, and even if I've just washed the bedding, it always smells used, you know? Like someone has been laying in it all day!"

CAW!!!

You jumped to your feet as the crow beside the window screeched and jumped around a little. "And the crows! The stupid crows! They've been following me everywhere, and I think they've been leaving notes and books on my doorstep, or at least someone has!"

"MC."

"What?!" You snapped as you spun around. You froze as Beel looked at you in pity and your words crashed back into you. You scrambled to your feet. "I am so so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have put that all on you or shouted at you like that. Christ, you probably think I'm insane."

Beel quickly rose to meet you. "Hey, hey. Don't talk like that. It's alright."

"You're my customer," you wallowed. "This was horribly inappropriate. I'm sorry. I ... I have to get back to my shift," without another word you rushed to the back room.

You were completely oblivious to the glare that Beelzebub was giving the crow.

You were slightly dazed for the rest of your shift. There wasn't nearly as much conversation between you and your customers as you served them, and eventually, your boss decided to let you leave early.

The bike ride home was as eerie as the bike ride there — only this time it was because the ever-present crows were now missing entirely. It left a tightness in your core that you couldn't shake, an unease that clung to your very soul.

Maybe it was because, even without the crows there, you could still feel the cold, sensation of eyes following you.

You finally made it back to your small apartment, and you quite honestly, couldn't wait to lock all your doors and windows and just fall asleep. Today had been long. And tiring. And weird. And-

Your door creaked open as you flicked the lock and a strange puddle laid in front of you.

Breath caught in your lungs and your heart froze. You took a cautionary glance around your surroundings — there was no one else in the hallway with you and, from a first look, your apartment was empty, and yet there was a trail of wet footprints that you definitely hadn't left there leading deeper into your apartment.

With a trembling hand, you reached over and grabbed the umbrella sitting by your doorway and held it like a sword.

Each of your careful steps echoed loudly throughout your lone, single apartment, regardless of how quietly you moved. With your heart threatening to jump out of your chest, you slowly followed the steps to the bathroom.

SLAM!

You threateningly held your umbrella out in front of you as you kicked the bathroom door open — empty.

You couldn't help but laugh, a small manic laugh, as you looked around yourself once more. It was nothing. Just like the bed. And the perfume. And the crows. And the eyes. And the books. It was nothing.

Were you going crazy? It certainly felt like it.

All these little things had completely uprooted your peaceful happy life and thrown it into haywire. And yet, there was no evidence to prove these things to be true.

On weak legs, you forced yourself to further inspect the bathroom. There was a strange lingering scent — almost like sea water — but nothing appeared to be missing.

As your eyes scanned over the tub, they doubled back near the drain. You narrowed your eyebrows as kneeled down to get a closer look.

There was a short blue hair, that most certainly didn't belong to you, resting there.

Your hand came up to cover your mouth as you stumbled away.

Someone was here. That had to proof of that right? Someone had come into your house while you were gone. You weren't crazy. There was actually someone-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You yelped, jumping as you whirred around and slashed at the air with your umbrella.

Your eyes fell towards your entrance way — the source of the knock.

You swallowed thickly, taking a deep calming breath and tightening your grip on the umbrella before making your way over to your door.

You stood in front of it for one, two minutes. Waiting to see if the person would knock again.

Nothing.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as you peered through your peep hole and once again, nothing.

Your trembling hand came to rest on the door knob. "It was probably just someone pulling a prank," you mumbled to yourself. "O-Or maybe it was a package."

Regret was already pooling inside your heart as you twisted the doorknob and pulled it open.

A tall man in a black suit with midnight hair and blood red eyes stood not less than two feet from you.

A high shrill burst passed your lips as you tried to slam the door shut, but the man moved with almost unnatural speed and quickly blocked the attempt.

His crimson eyes glittered down at you as he smiled. "Now, that's no way to treat a guest, MC."

Rather than responding to him, you brought your umbrella down as hard as you could onto his head.

A grunt echoed behind you as your bolted for your room, quickly shutting and locking the door behind you. You wasted no time, and began dragging your dresser and desk to block off the door as the sound of the man's loud footsteps came closer and closer and-

A man with navy and white hair sat groggily in your bed. His amethyst eyes, so similar to Beel's, widened as they met yours. "Shit," he cursed. "You're home."

"Urgh, what's with all the noise?"

A wave of paralyzation hit you as another strange voice yawned behind you. Tears of pure, concentrated fear lined your eyes as you silently shook your head and turned around.

Before you could say a word, splinters of wood exploded from behind you as your door was easily kicked in and the furniture thrown aside.

The sleeping creep quickly clutched onto you and yanked you away from the destruction. He curled himself around you, almost as though he was trying to protect you from the danger happening in your own house.

"Devils and gods, Lucifer! Watch it! You could've hurt them!"

"If I remember correctly, Belphegor, you're supposed to be long gone by now."

You instantly tried to rip yourself from Belphegor's grasp only for him to tighten his hold around you. "Easy. Easy. You're going to hurt yourself. Just relax," he cooed as he ran a hand over your head.

Your heart stopped as their words registered within your horror-riddled mind.

They knew each other.

A strange wave of drowsiness washed over you and you felt your heart plummet further and further.

Belphegor chuckled as tears finally slipped from your eyes. "I can see what Beel was talking about. They're even cuter in person. Like a scared little bunny."

Lucifer hummed as he tilted his head at the pair of you. "Yes. I suppose they are."

You sob as you weakly kicked and scratched at the arms holding you, but they held no affect. The drowsiness clouding your brain only grew thicker and thicker with every hit.

"Please," you whimpered as you strained in the man's hold. "Leave me alone. L-Let me go."

"After all the trouble we went to find you?" Gloved fingers gently tilted your chin upwards and forced your eyes to lock with the tall man — He filled every inch of your vision as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "It was already lucky enough that we even found out about your existence. You — a descendent of Lilith," the arms holding you tightened at the name. "But here you are."

You could feel Belphegor nuzzle his face into your hair. "And when we saw you, it was so strange. You are not Lilith at all. You look nothing like her, and you're so very different. You're almost better than her," he sighed in contentment. "I can't wait for you to be home with us."

You felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier as the world around you began to blur. The last thing you saw was Lucifer smiling at you. "It seems you won't have to wait much longer," he took you from Belphegor and lifted you into his own arms just as your consciousness finally began to fade.

"Goodnight, MC. When you wake, you'll be in your new home."

***I have discovered that I actually love writing this spooky stuff! It was so much fun! I hope you guys really enjoyed this! Thank you so much for the love and support!***

TAGLIST:

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violetganache42 · 2 months

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Here are my highlights from the Valentine's Day watch party, all in chronological order and categorized this time around:

"Mr. Duck Steps Out":

Just everyone's reactions to Daisy's voice when she made her debut

"Till Nephews Do Us Part":

The thirst counts for Missy and Mina overloading

The return of Bohemian Quacksody

Scrooge having paintings and a statue of Goldie EVERYWHERE (He is a fucking SIMP)

Corporate Cupcake, Money Muffins, Sweet Stocks …You know what? Just the pet names in general.

"KILL HER, BEAKLEY! GET HER ASS!"

WriteBackAtYa: "Spaceballs Ass Luggage"

Us when Millionara falls in the river:

Jamie: "PULL THE LEVER KRONK" Me: "WRONG LEVERRRRR" Tokuvivor: "Why do we even have that lever?!"

Magica cameo?!

And a Sixpence in Your Shoes

Goldie Shotgun!

"Fungus Amongus":

Godfrey and I sharing the same brain

Melody: "WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE DUCK SOUP STORE?!" Me: "FUCK YOU!"

Everyone going crazy over Morgana

hueberryshortcake: "Save me Scrooge McDuck" Me: "Scrooge McDuck" Godfrey: "Scrooge McDuck save me"

"Prissy is pissy"

DW not denying the girlfriend part

A sax play in the BG whenever Morgana is onscreen, just like Rouge in Sonic X

"NOOOO, NOT LAUNCHPAD!"

"The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!":

RAID THE BUFFET!

Us going FERAL over Goldie

puffywuffy8904: "MY EX WIFE STILL MISSES ME" Me: "BUT HER AIM IS GETTIN' BETTER"

Let the lady lead

Jamie mentioning the "between the legs" joke from Life and Times (No filter, Don Rosa. lol)

THE FUCKING ELEVATOR JOKE

Bisexual waterfalls

Rexx shouting at Missy via an audio message

Foghorn Leghorn

"You loved gold more than you loved me."/"And that's why you loved me."

Jamie's storyboard project

Discord buffering during the FUCKING TANGO SCENE

"The Adorable Couple":

Me: "Piss on the moon, you cloud!" Godfrey: "YESSS PISS ON LUNARIS"

Rainbow connections

"The Duck Who Knew Too Much":

Us @ Fenton, M'ma, and Gandra's OG versions:

GONDRA

Learning OG Fenton was voiced by Hamilton Camp, thus bringing DT17 Fenton being voiced by Lin-Manuel Miranda full circle

Oppenheimer mention (Stop stealing from the ducks, Nolan!)

Goid

Missy: "cant believe they whitewashed daffy guys"

"SCROOGE, YOU DUMBASS"

Brunette Fenton

QUACKERJACK MENTION???

This whole fucking episode being worthy of the DT17 adaptation fic treatment *cough* Jamie *cough*

"Ghoul of My Dreams":

DRAKEPAD KISS

Archie being a hater

"WHERE IS GOSALYN?"

Jealous Launchpad

DEEEAM WORLD

Morgana needing better lipstick because of how fast it disappears in between scenes

WriteBackAtYa having so many jokes in his head about… goofy ass noises

"And now, with the city asleep, I can FINALLY STEAL ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY OFF MY STUDENT LOANS!"

Lottie pointing out how Archie looked like—

Me: "Goldie Shotgun sequel when?"

puffywuffy8904: "HOW IS THIS MF SLEEPIN IN THE DREAM WORLD" Us: "*Louie voice* I just am."

"The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!":

DOOFENSHMIRTZ

puffywuffy8904: "Webby we need to get Fenton rizzed up"/"Please never say that again"

POWERPUFF GIRLS NARRATOR

Fenton's little growl

*seeing Fenton's hand-me-down suit from his dad* Goofy?

Prego

"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY!"

Gandra obliterating the wrong twink

"What kind of monster doesn't like glazed donuts?"

"Do you feel that spark?" ⚡️ZAP⚡️

The Beaks dab

"What? No signal? Boo!"

"TWO BAD THINGS COULD HAPPEN!"

"I've got your kids! Maybe. I'm not sure how this family works."

ANCHOR ARMS

Coach Dad

🎶IT'S A DAAATE🎶

"Two Can't Play":

Mullet Donald

AIRHORNS

"THEY'RE IN FUCKING TRON"

"A DuckTales Valentine":

DT87's love for mentioning Fort Knox for some reason

puffywuffy8904: *mentions the "DuckTales Apology Video" ranking* Me: "*Miles voice* I made a mistake."

Webby on Scrooge's desk like: She likes to be tall.

Me: "GOLDIE SHOTGUN THREEQUEL WHEN?!"

US IN UTTER DISMAY UPON SEEING WEBBY CRYING 😭😭😭

Sunglasses swag

GOLD FEVER REAL

"A swift kick in the ribs!"/"A what?"/"Aagh!"/"Aah! My ribs!"

Webby running up to Scrooge and hugging him! 💖

"Aww, he does love his family!"

"My Valentine Ghoul":

Gosalyn FINALLY appearing in today's watch party!

Negaduck appearance!

puffywuffy8904: "he's just darkwing after some cigarettes"

"TIME TO GO A COURTIN'"

Missy getting double whammied with emotes of Prissy and Scrooge getting sprayed with water

(Screenshot edit by @tealottie)

Missy's thirst levels reaching CRITICAL MASS

Quackrinomicon being voiced by KING CANDY

Archie still being a fucking hater

"Keen gear!"

Godfrey and I still being on the same wavelength

NEGMEISTER

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

Rexx reviving the Missy thirsy count

Missy: "I NEED HIM JESUS" WriteBackAtYa: "No, you just need Jesus"

RED FLAGS! 🚩🚩🚩

"New Gods on the Block!":

Della using party cannons like Pinkie Pie

Scrooge's transition from wallowing to anger and his tail shake

"Why don't you turn into a swan and FUCK OFF?!"

THE FRAMES

"IT CONSUMES ME!"

"What are your intentions with my Donald?"

Megamind (literally) Huey

Pig couple: DESTROYED

Chris Diamantopoulos having the ✨RANGE✨

Greek God Groupchat

Webby being utterly TERRIFYING with god powers

Dewey having the best handling of his god powers through sick dance moves

"My Don-Don"

"You killed my boyfriend!"/"Boyfriend? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!"

The immediate failure parallels

Just how much Della has improved as a mother

AND THEN ALONG CAME ZEUS

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ornii · 1 year

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Oh, The Misery

Arcane X Male Reader

Piltover, The Town standing proudly on the golden precipice of evolution of humanity, a seemingly perfect Utopia, for those born into it, bustling markets, beautiful shining homes and hunts of gold brim though it, Prosperity, Evolution, Elegance, it speaks candidly though it all. But five kids, seem so out of place.

"We're almost there." A feminine voice utters, she crawls from a scaffolding and into a rooftop. She was fairly young with distinguishing pink hair, she turned to the scaffolding and speaks again.

"Hey, Powder." She says, "Come take a look." Another girl comes from the scaffolding to the roof, skinny and very sinew but with big beautiful blue eyes. Her blue hair and single ponytail made her stand out too much for her own good sometimes.

"Whoa." Powder says, getting an eyeful of Piltover from a rooftop.

"It's nice getting above it all, huh?" The Pink haired girl says with a smile, before two join them, one skinny and having a bit of a frizzled hairstyle, the other much larger and chubbier, but with a pair of big googles to help him see. Their stare off into Piltover was interrupted by the gaining winds of a blimp making its way over past them, and Powder looks with utter amazement.

"One day, I'm gonna ride in one of those things." She says, and the Skinny and more Prudish boy walks over, aiming his hand like a gun.

"And one day, I'm gonna shoot one of 'em down." He says confidently, the bigger more worrisome boy looks over. "Thanks Milo" The pink haired girl says sarcastically.

"Vi, are, are you sure about this?" He says turning to the Pink haired Vi, "Look, if we get caught, we're..." he begins, and a voice cuts him off.

"We're not gonna get caught." A voice calls out, and one last character lands on the roof, a young boy like the others but around VI's age. He has a slightly shaven head to the sides, besides the tamper on top, a bit rouge-ish indeed, his (F/C) hair gently blows in the incoming wind, with (E/C) eyes. He reaches into his back pocket with his arm, but not a normal one. Strapped to his chest was a arm seemingly made from crude iron and scrapmetal. His arm seems to have been missing and has been replaced. The small sounds of gears turning in the mechanism can be heard if you listen really close.

"We'll be in and out before anyone notices. Thanks to me actually being smart, and using powders crayons, thank you powder, I was able to come up with this." The boy shows them a blueprint, drawn mostly in crayon.

"A map of the building I found, if we burst into the balcony door, we have Access to an upper room and a smaller side room, who knows what's in there! But if it's a Piltover room, it's gotta be loaded." He says, He puts the blueprint back in his pocket and turns to Vi.

"Late as always (Y/n), but I guess it's good you're here." She says with a small smirk.

"All right, everybody, follow me." Vi says, and begins to leap from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding any on ground reinforcements.

"Couldn't we have at least

just walked there?" The large boy says.

"Gotta stay out of sight for this one, Claggor" (Y/n) says, they stop to a bit of a gap, Vi slides down to a balcony with cupcakes on it, she lands on the balcony railing and leaps onto the other side. The others attempt the same, Milo, Clogger and (Y/n) reach the other side, the only one remaining on the other side is Powder. Who is looking down to the deep ending it.

"Called it. This is on you, Vi." Mylo says as he looks at Vi.

"I'll get her—" (Y/n) says walking to the ledge. But Vi stops him from reaching it, and looks over to Powder.

"No. Powder, look at me." She says, and Powder finally takes her eyes off the ground and to Vi.

"What did I tell you?" She says to her, Powder's breathing has quickened up, and she nods.

"That...I'm ready." Powder replies.

"That's right! So?" Vi replies back, and Powder hypes herself up, and slides down to the balcony and leaps to the other side, barely making the rooftop, her body weight shifts and she begins to fall, and (Y/n) reaches out, grabbing the girl by the wrist before she falls. He pulls her in and helps the girl up.

"Phew! Thanks." Powder says, and they continue their journey.

"What if Vander finds out we're all the way up here?" Claggor says, as they shimmy along a rooftop.

"Look around you. You think anyone topside's going hungry? Besides, this is exactly the sort of job

Vander would've pulled when he was our age.

I'm going. Are you with me or not?" She says, turning to the Boys and powder. (Y/n) shrugs and follows.

"Vander's gonna kill us." Claggor says with shame.

"Only if we screw up. So..don't screw up." (Y/n) chimes in. The group eventually reaches the destination, and Vi is the first to make content by landing on the balcony, she peers into the rooms windows and spots no one, she gives the signal.

"All clear." She says, and the others drop down. Milo reaches for the Door but sees it's locked.

"Who locks their balcony?" He says. And begins to pick the lock, the others peer off the railing to guards sprawling all over the ground.

"There's tons of enforcers down there." Claggor says adjusting his goggles.

"Means we're in the right place." Vi says, and turns to Mylo who's still trying to pick the lock, with (Y/n) leaning against a wall with his arms folded, he pulls out the blueprint again.

"It's your Basic Tumbler lock, give him a sec." (Y/n) replies as Mylo nods.

"Seeing as I'm the only one who knows how to pick locks, I suggest..." before he can go into his long winded speech, Vi kicks the door open, much to mylos shock. The kids head in and look around.

"Animals." He says and follows, they get inside and see the room Is full of inventions, and a massive bookshelf with seemingly mathematic equations on a chalkboard.

"You know, Claggor, for once you're right.

We are definitely not supposed to be here." Mylo adds in. (Y/n) presses a small button on his arm, a small latch from his palm opens up to a clock.

"We got fifteen minutes from my estimates, guy should be on a break from my tips." (Y/n) says as Vi reads the equations.

"Must be an inventor." Vi says, as (Y/n) looks at his workshop table.

"Really? What could have given you that Idea?" He says sarcastically.

"Shut up." Vi replies slightly annoyed. (Y/n)'s eyes go wide as he begins to run through the bookshelf. Powder picks up an oddly small trinket, pressing down on it opens it up to what seems to be a toy solar system. She stares in wonder.

"Whoa, I think this is a real Valdiani." She says, mesmerized by it.

"Oh, yeah? What about this?" Mylo says, pointing some odd shaped object at Powder, who frowns dismissively.

"That's a nose hair trimmer." She replies, an embarrassed Mylo looks down at it, realizing she's correct.

"Keep an eye out for anything that looks valuable, Powder. Before Mylo fills the bag with junk." Vi says, before seeing (Y/n) go through the books and spots one.

"Well well... a rare one! "Magic and it's Capabilities on Human Industrialists, by Heimerdinger." He says with a smirk, before Vi walks over.

"We're not taking this with us." She says, and his smirk grows to a frown.

"And why not? You're letting Mylo go with a nose trimmer." He retorts back.

"Because we need to sell this stuff, do you think anyone in the Undercity would buy a book let alone be able to actually read?" Vi explains, (Y/n) frowns and drops the book.

"Fine." He says, and begins to look for more value Junk. While the older ones search the main room, Powder fiddles around and ends up in a smaller room along the side of it, she slowly opens the door to another smaller workshop, but one with much more, delicate hardware. The first thing she spots was a delicious sandwich, which she revels in eating. An adorable girl eating a perfect sandwich.

But what caught her eye was a chest of some sort, sitting on a desk.

"Huh." She utters calmly, before dropping the sandwich and walking over to the chest, fiddling k with the mechanism, she slowly opened it to an odd sight, inside were seven small blue crystals, seemingly made of some sort of rock. The glow and hue radiated a sense of wonder and unpredictability to what these could possibly be. The older kids finished cleaning the place out and place what they can in a backpack. Just as it all seems to go well, footsteps faintly echo through the hall. (Y/n) was the first to pick it up and he turns over.

"Vi." He says, she looks over and he points to the door. She picks up on the footsteps as well and they go into action. Mylo takes a chair and rams it into the doors handle to keep it pinned. (Y/n) opens a hatch in his arm. Revealing a small clock.

"No one should be here for another two minutes! We gotta go!" He says, Vi rushes into the smaller room, spotting powder.

"Powder, we gotta go." She says and Powder makes a quick decision and grabs the seven crystals and runs off, but one drops from her hand as she stuffs them and a small book into her back pocket.

"We'll be fine. Just get back on the roof." Vi says grabbing the bag, (Y/n) opens the door for her, but as she takes a few steps, a flash of blue light cuts them off, an explosion rings out from the back room, knocking them all back, the force rips the building apart as arcs of blue lighting surge though the building, systematically tearing it apart. The kids look down to enforcers all looking at them. (Y/n) and Vi turn to each other, only able to utter one word.

"Shit."

An alarm rings through the city and the kids book it, running desperately away from the ever chasing enforcers.

"Stop right there!" One says, and tosses a small contraption, it explodes into a wire to wrap one of them up. (Y/n) looks down and hits the wrist of his arm a few times, the gears turn and spin and before the Wire can catch powder his reflexes grab it, before the wire before it can snatch any of them up. The blade retracts as they bolt down a fight of stairs.

They get past a few enforcers and reach a bridge that's raising, Vi rushes even faster and leaps, crossing it before it raises higher, the others follow and dart into a wall and down a small alley. (Y/n) punches a pipe and steam blasts through it, creating some hot and painful cover for the enforcers chasing them. They get to a sewer drain and smell the rancid aura coming from it.

"Oh, man, not again. I just got this shirt..." Mylo says, before being kicked down in there by Vi. The others soon follow, Mylo lands first with Claggor just coming in next, (Y/n) fumbles and sits up, shaking the gears out of his head, before powder comes flying it, ramming into the back of his head as they tumble down. Vi was the last to make it with the bag.

"Thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this." Mylo says, ripping lettuce from his hair.

"Well, this time's the last time." Vi says, growing frustrated with Mylo. (Y/n) shakes his arm, getting any grime and dirt out of the gears.

"What the hell happened back there?" (Y/n) says, he looks at his prosthetic and to the others, who almost all unanimously turn to powder.

"I don't know. I didn't do anything." She retorts defensively.

"You could fill a damn library with all the things you "didn't do," powder." Mylo chimes in before (Y/n) cuts him off.

"Look, we don't know what that was. And I don't think powder is capable of almost blowing up a building, it's gotta be one of these inventions I guess.." He says, and Mylo turns to him.

"Look at you running to her defense again, you know this is getting old—" he begins but Vi steps up.

"Guys, we just emptied a Piltover penthouse

right under the enforcers' noses. So, if you're done beating yourselves up, let's get this home." She says, the group all simmer down and get up from their trash thrones and head out of the sewer from a grate and to the badlands leading towards the destination. They pass a few unruly thugs who try to strike up a "Friendly conversation."

"Nice haul?" One says, Blondie with a pompous face.

"You could say that." Mylo chimes in, (Y/n) and Vi stare daggers at him.

"I heard there was some action across the river. Someone, uh, someone really kicked the nest, huh?" The guy says, with a halfhearted chuckle.

"..Is that so?" (Y/n) says, and notices more approaching, Steven if his Math is right, and they all begin to cover the exits.

"But now you're, you're tracking this mess of yours through my streets." He says. And Vi steps up.

"Your streets? What makes you think..." she says, until Claggor walks over.

"Listen, we don't want any trouble, okay?" Claggor says. And one of the men laugh.

"Hear that, Deckard? They don't want any trouble." The Man says. And Deckard looks at them.

"You know, in my experience, trouble finds you.

There's no reason this has to get ugly. How about you share a little taste of your treasure there and we'll call it even?" He says, Mylo was the first to pipe up and object.

"No, no, no. We worked too hard to..." he begins, but Vi stops him.

"Just a taste?" Vi says, and Deckard nods.

"Just a..." before he can go on, Vi gives him more than taste, with a mouthful of metal. Knocking him down, she tosses the bag to Powder and the four begin to throw down, a pretty down dirty fight with Claggor taking on two of them. (Y/n) fighting off another pair, one grabbing his arm and the other taking swings at him, (Y/n) blocks as he gets hit with a hard right hook. Punch after punch as he trying to get his arm free.

Time slows down and be picks up the pace, each one handling one or two of them. Vi gets knocked with a punch as powder watches the blood and spit fly, (Y/n) getting his arm free, he stomps on the foot of one guy, he swings and catches another with an elbow, one falls and spits powder and goes after, (Y/n) pins one to the wall and starts hitting hard hooks, and a heavy iron elbow to his jaw, and he slumps down he stomps on another foot, the guy falls to his hands, using his he slams his fist on the guys hand, he screams in pain and gets another hook to the jaw, dropping him. He turns around to see Vi swinging with a plank, knocking another out. The group recollect as (Y/n) looks at his Prostetic, and sees blood dripping from one of the turning gears, he sighs and shakes the ass kicking off.

"This day's turning out all right after all." Mylo says, after getting a few bruises himself, the four turn and leave, but Deckard isn't done.

"Wait!" He says, screaming with a shard of glass in his hand, makeshift knife. He has it desperately aimed at Vi and the group, (Y/n) walks up next to her, he motions his hands towards Deckard and Vi simply shrugs and they both rush at him, the man looks ready to panic but holds his group, and that was a mistake.

He swings the glass at (Y/n) who's a bit ahead of Vi, he brings up his prosthetic with easily breaks the glass. He ducks under and goes behind the guy, grabbing him by the waist, before he can even wonder was going on, Vi leaps at him, and Knees him right in the nose, the momentum of the strike sends him back, just as (Y/n) lifts him up and over his head to deliver a German Suplex, landing Deckard right on his neck. Deckard slumps down unconscious, and (Y/n) sits up, breathing hard. Vi offers her hand to help him up and he kindly obliges, taking it as she helps him up. The group seem happy to reach the end of the brawl without any major injuries, until they look around and (Y/n) turns to Vi.

"Where's Powder?" He says, and Vi also looks worried. They rush down the alley and ironically bump into powder, but they notice she doesn't have the bag anymore.

"You did what?" Mylo yells, Powder looks down, fiddling with her fingers.

"I'm sorry. I tried to fight him off with Mouser, but... she didn't work." Powder explains, the group heads into a abandoned building.

"Who saw that coming?" Mylo says sarcastically

"Doesn't matter. The stuff's gone. It's all right, Powder. At least you're okay." Vi walks over to Powder, gently holding her.

"Okay? What about us? I get my face bashed in,

and she just gets a pass?" Mylo frowns, pointing at his face as (Y/n) turns to him.

"Yup." (Y/n) says, his voice getting a bit frustrated.

"Every time. Every time she comes,

something goes wrong. She jinxes every job—" Mylo starts another rant, but (Y/n) cuts him off loudly.

"Mylo!" He says, Vi, Clogger, Powder and Especially Mylo turn, dead silent, it's not often he yells.

"Drop it, what's done is done." He says, the group walk to a small porch inside and yank on a candlelight. It shifts and a mechanism can be heard triggering, the porch begins to descend down and the group slowly make their way to the Undercity, a dark gloomy death ridden place, that's also full of your darkest desires. The group head to a tavern, which reads very cautiously, "The Last Drop", the kids enter and immediately make a B line for the back door, they head down a flight of stairs to a room and sit in different places.

"Vander learns none of this." Vi says.

"No worries there. Powder took care of the evidence." Mylo says teasingly.

"I tried, okay? You don't get it. You're older, you're bigger. It, it isn't fair." She says, curling up a little.

"So stick with us! Take a punch or two." Mylo retorts back, (Y/n) turns to him.

"She's a Scrawly kid Mylo, she can't "Take a punch" they'd kill her!" He says, Mylo rolls his eyes.

"There you go trying to be her dad too, you know if I was leader—" Mylo begins and (Y/n) stands up and kneels down to face Mylo, who's shut his trap.

"You'd do what? Hmm? Let one of us Fall to our death? Get blown up? Get caught by enforcers? Jumped by a bunch of thugs?" He says, and the door opens. And a man steps down into the room, middle aged with a very strong build. He turns to the children, (Y/n) backs away from Mylo and sits down.

"Everyone all right?" He asks.

"Never better." Vi responds deadpanned, the man nods and walks around.

"Good. I don't suppose you can explain why it is

that I'm hearing about an explosion and a foot chase topside? five children fleeing the scene. What the hell were you thinking?" He says, turning his attention to Vi.

"That we can handle a real job." She replies.

"A real job?" He shoots back.

"We got our own tip, planned a route, nobody even saw.—" Vi says, and the man cuts her down.

"You blew up a building." He says. "Did you even stop to think about what could have happened to you? Eh? To them? Where did you even get this tip?" He asks, and (Y/n) sighs and pipes up.

"We heard it at Benzo's shop." He says, admitting fault.

"From?" The Man asks, (Y/n) bites his lip and shakes his head.

"...Little Man." (Y/n) admits, "I planned it out, i made a blueprint and I ran it by Vi, I'm sorry Dad..but this was too good to pass up!" he says. The man shakes his head. But Vi pipes up too.

"I took us there. If you wanna be mad, be mad at me. But you're the one who always says we have to earn our place in this world." She says, and the Burly man turns his attention back to her.

"I also told you time and time again, the Northside's off-limits. We stay out of Piltover's business." He says.

"Why? They've got plenty, while we're down here

scraping together coins. When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow Vander?" Vi stands up to him, everyone looked around in silence.

"Everyone out. (Y/n), Stay." Vanders voice echoes, Clogger, Mylo and Powder quickly leave, (Y/n) sits on the sofa.

"Sit down." Vander says to Vi, who has blood leaking from her head.

"I'm fine." She begins to say but a hand grabs her wrist, she looks down to (Y/n), looking up at her.

"Cmon, just sit down Vi." He says softly, the girl relents and sits next to him, Vander motions towards (Y/n). He sighs and begins to remove his shirt, Vi looks over, sweating just a little as he reveals the leather bindings attaching his prostetic to his body which wraps around his chest. He reaches to the elbow join and dislocates it, and the elbow down detaches and he places it on the table. Vander takes it and begins to clean it.

"Those kids look up to you two." Vander says, cleaning any clogged up grime and rocks.

"Yeah, we know." Vi says, looking down.

"You know, but you don't know. When people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish."

"We're not being Selfish—" (Y/n) says, but Vander turns to him.

"You say run, they run. You say swim, they dive in.

You say light a fire, they show up with oil. But whatever happens, it's on you. Just like it's on me what happens to us down here. We make ourselves a problem for Piltover, and they will send the enforcers." He says, "this path? It's not gonna solve your problems. Just makes more of them. We clear?" Vander says. And (Y/n) nods.

"Good, Let me talk to Vi alone, take your Arm and ask Powder to work with it." He says. And (Y/n) gets his arm from Vander and heads upstairs. He leaves as he spots Mylo action totally not suspicious. He raises an eyebrow but ignores him, he turns to powder who's fiddling with Mouser.

"Hey, Munchkin.. you think you can help with this? Dad did what he could but, you know how he can be.." he says, Powder gleams, so happy to be useful to someone.

"Sure!" Powder grabs him by his good arm and drags him to the back of the bar, outside she sits him down and uses her crayons and small little tools to do the inner workings.

"You gotta keep the Gears dry from water and stuff, and use mineral oil or it'll get all stuck and stiff." She explains, toying with his arm as he watches.

"Really? I didn't know, you've always been pretty smart Powder. Just like me." He says, gently petting the Girl. She laughs, and he couldn't help but smile. She hands him back his arms.

"All done." She says, he smirks and looks up at her.

"You aren't gonna doodle all over it?" He says trying not to laugh, Powder looks at it, and up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Can I?.." she says, he simply laughs a little and nods. Powder happily sits on his lap and begins to draw on his prosthetic. He smiles, seeing her contempt, but it soon fades and he sighs.

"Powder... About the job.." he begins, but powder halts him.

"I know... I'm not a strong or as tough as you guys.." she says, "Mylo told me, a lot already." She says, obviously growing upset.

"No. That's not what I wanted to say, I wanted to say that I know you just wanna help, don't let Mylo get you down, he stinks anyway." He says, a small giggle comes from powder.

"He does Stink.." she says, and she reaches into her back satchel and grabs a small book. And hands it it (Y/n). Confused, he opens it up to sketches of objects, most importantly of a crystal. The same one that powder found. And notes alongside them.

"Notes.. Crystals? Where did you guys this?" He says, and Powder draws more on the Arm.

"When we robbed the Piltover suite, I found it, I know Vi didn't want books around but I wanted to get one for you." She says, and he looks through pages of it. And smiles, he wraps his arm around powder, much to her shock, but she calms down and hugs his arm.

"Thanks Powder, seriously. Okay I gotta put my arm back on, can you help?" He asks, She gets off his lap and takes his arm, he extends his shoulder and with a few twists and shifts, it's latched back on, he does some basic maintenance, flexing some fingers and pistons. He looks at the adorable drawings by powder and he couldn't help but smile. He looks at powder and his smile fades, he leans forward.

"Powder, listen to me... don't listen to what Mylo says, you don't need the weapons people like Dad or Vi have, you don't need knives or fists or gauntlets.. what you have is the most dangerous weapon, that thing you have here." (Y/n) pokes his head.

"That brain if your is gonna take you places. I promise." He says, and Powder gleams, and nods at him, and he looks at the monkey doodle on his hand. "Okay, probably best to see your sister." He says and powder heads off inside. Still inside the basement, Vander tends to VI's wounds, and still scolding her.

"Some idiot was following us." She says, Vander stops.

"On our side? Who?" He says, Vi shrugs.

"I don't know. He was after the stuff." She explains, and Vander dabs a cloth in alcohol.

"Where is it now?" He says, and Vi looks down.

"We lost it." She says. "All of it?" Vander says back, and nods. "Good. Nothing can tie you to what happened up there. You're gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?" Vander explains, and Vi reluctantly nods.

"Okay. We're gonna be fine, right?" She says, with a hint of worry in her voice.

"I'll take care of it. Oh, you did put that idiot

on his ass, though, right?" Vander says with a smile, and She nods.

"Mm." She says, and Vander heads upstairs, Powder comes in, and peers into the room.

"She's a problem." Mylo says, tossing a ball into a pipe which ricochets back into his hand.

"Mylo, I'm really not..." Vi begins, and Mylo continues.

"Do you remember what was in that bag?

The biggest payout we've ever seen and she just lost it." He says, tossing the ball again.

"She made a mistake." Vi replies, and Mylo shuts her down.

"Name one time she hasn't." He says, Scoffing at VI's defense. "You were twice the person at half her age." He says, and Vi stands up.

"You know what, Mylo? You're right. There's a bunch of things Powder just can't do." She says, and Powder, hurt by those words, walks off, betrayed.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Mylo says, as Vi catches the ball.

"Like, complain about everything. And brag nonstop." She says, being heavily sarcastic and accusing.

"Okay, okay, I see where this is going—" Mylo says and Vi finally snaps back.

"Pick fights with the group when we need to focus. And tell strangers on the street that we got a nice haul?!" She says, raising her voice even more.

"I, I didn't mean to..." Mylo says, cowering more and more as Vi gets closer.

"Powder's my problem, okay? Your problem is never knowing when to shut up. But I'm gonna help you with that. Ready?" She says, and Points to her face.

"You see this look on my face? This will always mean it's time to shut up." She says.

"But... I..." Mylo says as she points harder, and with more frustration. Mylo sheepishly gives in. (Y/n) comes back, and sees powder sadly running away.

(Y/n) looks concerned, and heads to the room.

Inside a small shop, a burly man is checking a invention with a microscope. A small kid with ash white hair is attempting to fix something in the corner. Vander steps inside with a sack of Items.

"We're closed." The man says.

"Well, open up." Vander replies, the man turns towards him.

"For good. You can take your worthless junk elsewhere." The Burly man explains, and Vander shrugs.

"Just as well. Owner's the shittiest businessman I know." He says, the men stare at each other and then chuckle, Vander walks over and sits. The man turns to the child.

"Ekko. What's going on with that thing?" He says, the boy turns to him.

"Give me a few seconds. The cannon pinion's still busted." He says and turns back to keep working on the odd machine.

"Finish it later. Vander and I need a word." The Owner points outside, Ekko frowns.

"But..." he says, but it's stopped.

"Uh-uh. Off you go." The Owner points to the door again, Ekko frowns and leaves. The man and Vander, finally alone begin to speak.

"You're a little early." He begins, and Vander puts the items on the table. "My guys are still roundin' up

this month's collections. Won't have numbers until next, um...Why are you muckin' about with this?" He asks, and Vander explains.

"I assume you've heard." He says, and the owner laughs.

"Yeah, me and half the undercity." He says, and Vander looks down.

"How could they be so stupid? Risking their lives Like that Benzo.." He continues, the man begins to analyze more of the items given by Vander.

"The younger folk think it's the right thing to do." Benzo begins to pour Vander a drink if a strong liquor.

""Yeah, and Vi's one of them. Throws herself at trouble wherever she can find some, and (Y/n)'s right on her tail, I swear those two when they were younger were raising a lot of problems, and it's only getting worse.." Vander murmurs under a sip of his alcohol.

"Eh, they're growing up, Vander. Looking to write their own stories. You can't protect them forever." Benzo says shrugging. But Vander looked more concerned, as he looks down at the drink.

"Someone was following them." He says, Benzo chuckles.

"Whole lot of someones, from what I heard." He replies jokingly, but Vander keeps his stern focus.

"Not enforcers. Someone on our side." He explains, and Benzo's attitude changes.

"Who?" He asks, concerned. Vander holds his wrist, as a bad memory flashes in his subconscious.

"There's worse things than enforcers out there.

We both know that." He says, his words trailing off to the abyss. Just as he seems to prepare to leave, the door opens. The hints of gold in the armor, the respirator masks, Enforcers, a pair enter, man and women. They remove their masks and focus their attention in Vander specifically.

"Well, hello." Benzo says, Vander joins in on the friendly conversation.

"Evening, friends. Something I can help you with?" He asks, the man walks over to his other side, getting a bit too close.

"Some trencher trash attacked one

of the buildings in the Academy district, but you already knew that." He says, The woman, a bit now calmer looks at Vander and speaks with more respect.

"We're looking for the culprits." She says, Vander playing the sly dog he is, shrugs.

"Got a description?" He asks, the man, being short tempered gets much closer.

"Yeah, it's exactly who you're picturing

in that thick head of yours." He says, Vander, not phased by the insults turns to Benzo.

"Mm. You think my head is thick?" He asks.

"Uh, just past the average." Benzo replies, Words not working, the Enforcer prepares to use something much more, exciting.

"Listen, you shady son of a..." before he can finish that sentence, the mature woman cuts him off before he made a bad decision.

"How about you go for a little walk, Marcus?

Cool off a bit...Go." She says, Marcus puts his respirator back on and angrily exits the Shop, the woman leans against the table, being more, methodical.

"Lovely chap you've brought." Benzo says, taking another drink glass and filling it.

"Don't mind the kid." She says, "Doesn't know when to pipe down."

"Some things are the same topside and bottom." Vander says, as Benzo offers the drink and she takes it.

"You know this crossed a line upstairs." She says.

"Was anyone hurt?" Vander says, she shakes her head.

"A building was blown to bits. What do you think?" She replies back.

"Those who did this will be dealt with." Vander puts his drink down. And the woman still isn't convinced.

"That workshop belonged to the Kirammans.

You know what kind of stuff they had in there?

Makes this place look like a candy shop. The Council needs someone to make an example of.

People need to feel safe." She says, trying to sway him.

"Yeah, topside people." Vander shoots back.

"We had a deal, Vander. You keep your people off my streets, and I stay out of your business...Give me a name. We'll do things quiet. No one will know you were involved." She says, offering a deal, but he can't bite.

"I can't do that." He says, not able to face her.

"You don't seem to grasp how serious this is.

If I don't put someone behind bars tonight,

the next time I come down here, I'll have an army of enforcers with me. We both know how that'll go." The woman says, standing up.

"I'm sorry, Grayson, but I can't offer up my own people." Vander says, staying his ground. The woman reaches into her belt and grabs a tube. And places it on the table.

"If you change your mind, this will reach me.

...And only me." Grayson turns and leaves Vander, alone with his breaking thoughts. Inside the Basement and near the bedrooms, Powder is doodling on a new contraption. Letting music play on the record.

"What are you calling this one?" A voice says, Powder sees Vi poke her head in.

"..Whisker." Powder replies, still a bit miffed.

"You wanna talk about today?" Vi asks, sitting next to her.

"What's the point? I ruined everything. I always do." Powder says, still drawing.

"Nobody said that." Vi says, but Powder keeps going.

"No. Just that you were "twice the person" at half my age. You heard them. I'm not a fighter." She says; Vi winces, and curses slightly under her breath.

"You don't have to be. Look, I've got these and you've got those." Vi shows her knuckles, and Powder her contraptions.

"They never work." She says sadly, and curls up.

"They will....Come with me." Vi says standing up, Powder looks at her, a bit conflicted but follows. She leads her to the rooftop of the Bar, and see the landscape of the Undercity.

"What are we doing here?" Powder asks.

"See that gutter running along the canal?" Vi rips off a pipe and uses it as telescope for Powder, and she spots it.

"That's where Claggor got his foot stuck running from enforcers. They thought it was funny, so they left him there. He was out all night before we found him. That sign? You see it?" Vi leads powders telescope to a sign with red paint on it.

"Uh-huh." Powder says.

"Mylo tripped over his own paint bucket

and nearly fell off trying to draw a giant middle finger. His ass made that splotch. See that?" Vi leads Powder to a wall with a few knives sticking into it.

"(Y/n) his thus genius idea to attach a magnet to his arm to attack expensive metal, too bad he forgot it also attracts knives, hammers, cleavers, it came at him like angry attack birds. I still don't even let him live that down.." Vi says with a small smirk, she then leads Powder to a toy, stuck on a roof between heavy wires,

"And that?" Powder asks, Vi sighs.

"When I was a kid, some guy took my favorite toy and threw it up there. I used to come out here at night and stare at it, hoping maybe the wind or a bird might knock it down. One day, (Y/n) really wanted to get it back for me, I kept telling him it's okay, he doesn't have to, but he tried, he leaped and fell... the sharp metal wires wrapped around his shoulder, and he... well you can probably guess why he has that arm now...We've all had bad days. But we learn. And we stick together." Vi says, putting her arm around Powder.

"Oh, I forgot, These were in my pocket. They're from the apartment." Powder reaches into her pocket and shows the glowing crystal orbs she took, Vi stares intently at him, mesmerized but also, horrified..

"What are they?" She asks.

"I don't know...Should we show Vander?" She asks. Vi looks down, and makes a decision that she just might live to regret.

"...No...Let's keep this our little secret." She says.

"Mylo's wrong, Powder. You're stronger than you think."

End Of Chapter 1

And one day...

this city's gonna respect us.

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Hello you lovely people. 💚 I can't believe that there's really 1.5 k of you following me and I feel so honoured and blessed because I got to meet so many wonderful people. Of course, something like that calls for a celebration. The celebration will run until February 5th 2023 because that's my birthday, and I think that's a good date to stop that. Instead of writing myself, I'm going to give you a list of prompts (SFW, NSFW and scenarios). Just send me an ask telling my which prompt you want to do (you can combine them AND they can be done by multiple people) and which pairing you want to write it for (The Witcher and Stranger Things, any pairing you want). I'll read all of them, reblog them, and compile a list at the end to get them all together. When you post it, please tag me and tag it with #staffis 1.5 k celebration Among all those who reblog this post and who help spread the word, I will give away five sets (maybe more, we'll see) of stickers, and among those who write for this, I will give away 3 handpainted bags with the Hellfire Club Logo and little Eddie on the other side.

Gonna put the prompts below the cut, because otherwise, it wil probably be way too long. If you have any questions, my askbox is open. This is a way to celebrate, as well as spreading some love for other writers 💚💚

Lyric Prompts

“Every time that we meet I skip a heartbeat.” (Heartbeat - Scouting for Girls)

“I will always be right here to hold your hand.” (The Little Things - Keywest)

“Cause I need you so much, I can’t lose you.” (Hole in My Heart - Luke Friend)

“I’m not perfect, but I keep trying!” (Perfect - Hedley)

“Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst.” (Little Too Much - Natasha Beddingfield)

“If you wanna fight, I’ll stand right beside you!” (The Heart Never Lies - McFly)

“You have stolen my heart.” (Stolen - Dashboard Confessional)

“Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse.” (Swing Life Away - Rise Against)

“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.” (Patience- Guns n’ Roses)

“I love you till the end of time. Come what may!” (Come What May - Moulin Rouge OST)

“For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known.” (Battle Cries - The Amazing Devil)

“Baby, you’re all that I need.” (Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi)

“I know there’s someone out there feeling just like I feel.” (Handwritten - The Gaslight Anthem)

“You’re the only one I see, love, and that’s the one thing that won’t change.” (Never Stop - SafetySuit)

“I love her because she moves in her own way.” (She Moves in Her Own Way - The Kooks)

“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.” (Thunder - Boys Like Girls)

“I know it’s late, but I had to get out and… somehow I ended up at your door.”

SFW Prompts

“Of course I came for you. I will always be there for you, no matter what!”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Where does all the blood come from? Are you hurt? Wait… This isn’t your blood!”

“Oh God, what on earth have you done now?”

“I am so in love with you and it hurts like hell that you don’t even notice!”

“I hate to ask this of you, but can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“You have no idea how much I want to choke you right now!” “Ohh kinky.” “Not like that!”

“You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”

“Will you please, please just kiss me now?”

“I’ll kick his ass, if you want me to. No problem at all!”

“Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”

“The frosting goes on the cupcakes! You’re not supposed to eat it just like that!”

“I just want to be alone, is that so hard to understand?”

“It breaks my heart to see you like this!”

“Even after everything we’ve been through, I’d still choose you. I will always choose you!”

“Scoot over, I’m gonna get in bed with you. You need some cuddles.”

“It’s alright! It was just a dream, you’re safe here. Tell me all about it so I can fix it, hm?”

“I know it’s not the best, but-” “I love it!”

“I really wish I was enough for you, but that’s never gonna happen.”

“Well then, who do you like?” “Oh, maybe the person I talk to all the time, the person I talk to every fucking day!” “You talk to me every day.” “Yeah…” “Oh!”

NSFW Prompts

“How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”

“Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”

“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you!”

“I need to feel you… Now!”

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for me?”

“Care to elaborate why you are going through my drawer and what you’re planning to do with that vibrator?”

“Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!”

“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”

“Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!”

“Fuck… just… right there! That feels so good!”

“Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you!”

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”

“You tell me to stop teasing you, yet you moan all the time.”

“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.”

“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked. So can we move that to the bedroom?”

“Can I watch you?”

Scenarios

A is talking on the phone to someone, while B comes up behind A and successfully distracts A with kisses to the neck, making A end the call early.

Baking together for the first time, which ends with flour and other ingredients where they don’t belong, and lots of laughter.

Lying in each others arms after having sex, while A finally confesses their feelings, and B falls asleep before they can even hear it.

Tracing your fingers over your lover’s freckles or even connecting them with a pen while they are asleep.

Sitting in silence watching the stars, hands inching closer, until they finally interlace their fingers, smiling to themselves.

Giving your crush your scarf and your gloves in cold weather, because you want to keep them warm.

Waking up to your lover pressed against your back, already awake, but they don’t want to get up just yet.

Coming home to find your lover made a pillow fort, ordered pizza and already got a movie set up for you to watch in that fort.

Going to a family wedding with your best friend, who you introduced as you boy-/girlfriend so that your family doesn’t try to set you up with someone - that means you’ll also share a bed for the night.

Coming home to smoke in the kitchen, because your lover wanted to make a cake for you, but is an absolute disaster in the kitchen.

Teaching your crush how to dance, because they want to know the basics for an event, which ends in lots of body contact, beating hearts, and an invitation to be their date for said event.

Being on the phone with your lover and they tell you “I love you” for the first time before hanging up, which makes for a very interesting next meeting.

Being at a loss for words, not able to express how you feel, so you just pull the other one close and kiss them instead. Actions speak louder than words.

Making it through a family dinner or some other event to come home and help each other out of these clothes. Unzipping a dress, unbuttoning a shirt with lots of soft touches and kisses that turn carnal at one point.

You come home drunk from a party, and your partner takes care of you, makes sure you get to bed safe, have enough water, and you tell them that you appreciate it, but there’s this wonderful person, who already has your heart, so you have to behave.

Going for a drive in the middle of the night, because you both can’t sleep, listening to your favourite songs and singing along, trying to be louder than the other one.

Surprising your loved one with recreating your first date, asking them if they remember all of that.

Scars tell the story of where we’ve been, they are a part of us, and you show that to your loved one with kissing all of their scars.

Gonna tag some mutuals who might enjoy this 💚 @thefreakandthehair @indouloureux @magnoliabutters @jadeylovesmarvelxo @sweetpeapod @ethereal27cereal @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @latenitewolves @amzngdevil @luteandsword @tellhound @jesskier @writingmysanity @dancingwiththefae @wren-of-the-woods @flowercrown-bard @kodiakwhiskey @open--till--midnight

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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Unwind and Relax - part 3

paring : eddie munson x bimbo!fem!oc

word count : 1.6k

part 1 , part 2

warnings : mentions of sex, mention of virginity, bit of angst mostly fluffy though, she/her pronouns used!

summary : Stephanie and Eddie have a heartfelt conversation about moving their relationship forward.

Eddie pushed open the door to Stephanie’s bedroom and was greeted by a barbie dreamhouse. Walls filled with baby pink and off white stripes that danced across the walls of her room. The scent of vanilla cupcake and fresh linens swarmed his nostrils. A bed full of plushies and stuffed bears coated her comforter. His eyes danced across the bedroom admiring how her room translated so well to her personality.

“Wow, it’s very um… pink.”

He said surprised. Eddie had imagined the typical girly and ditzy room of Stephanie’s before, he didn’t expect his hypothesis to be correct.

“Well of course, you know pink’s my favorite color.”

She giggled walking toward her vanity. She flicked the light switch of the mirror up, lighting up the once dim mirror. Eddie walked around her room, admiring the trinkets and photos across her dresser. He picked up one of the roses that swam in the eggshell white vase.

“ ‘This one of the roses I got you for our first date? Glad to see they’re still alive.”

“Oh yeah! I just love them, they’re kinda starting to welt though. More of a reason for you to get me more.” She said turning towards him, smiling as a rouge grew across her cheeks.

Stephanie got lost in his stature as he picked up the other dresser items, fiddling around with them as the metal of his rings clanged against the objects. He was so different from her. Dark and rough. A leather jacket with pins of band memorabilia. A black and white handkerchief that flowed out the back of his right jean pocket. To others- their looks, and personalities clashed. But to Stephanie she admired how though they didn’t seem like the ideal pair, they were perfect for each other.

Stephanie opened the door of the white, sparkled vanity pulling out a box of makeup removing wipes. Pulling out a single wipe from the package she began to remove the mascara, lipgloss, and other cosmetics from her face. She looked up in the mirror as she watched Eddie make his way to her bed. Sitting down, he moved the stuffed animals out of the way putting them near the headboard. He admired her natural beauty as took off her makeup. “God, she’s beautiful.” he said to himself. Her eyes glowed as she noticed Eddie’s brown eyes meet hers through the vanity mirror, in love with what he was seeing.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to go wash off my face. Oh and, while you’re sitting, could you tuck in my plushies?” Her eyelashes fluttering softly as her eyes softened at the thought of Eddie and her stuffed animals.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Eddie stood up leaning over the satin comforter lifting it up from underneath the baby pink pillows. Stephanie walked in her personal bathroom across the hall as the butterflies in her abdomen awakened. “Sweetheart.” she thought. She loved the pet names he called her. The way they were genuine as they fell from his soft and plush lips. Reaching for the sink she began to run a lukewarm stream of water from the faucet. As Stephanie was splashing water across her face, Eddie finished tucking in her toys. He smiled to himself as he walked over to her vanity, taking a seat in her quilted chair. Playing with all the cosmetics and knickknacks on her dresser waiting for her to finish in the bathroom.

Stephanie walked back through the doorway of her bedroom. She softly patted her face dry with the pink towel in her hands.

“Tada, all done. They’re nice and snug for you.”

“Aww, thank you Eds.” She walked over to him giggling, as she hugged him tightly from the vanity chair.

Stephanie stood in front of him gazing at him. Though he looked out of place in such a bright barbie pink room, she felt as if it belonged to him as well. She stared down at his anxiously waiting for him to get up from her seat, not wanting to ask him thinking it would be rude.

“You should sit, finish taking off your makeup.”

“Uh- on your um… lap?”

“Yeah sure, why not. I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought it’d be nice to sit with you while you do your thing ‘ya know?”

“Oh I- it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just we’ve uh, never done that before.”

He could tell she was nervous. Stephanie was always awkward with things like this. The pair had only kissed twice. She was shy when it came to his love language. Physical touch, words of affirmation, all of it. It was all new to her. She began to chip at the soft pink nail polish that covered her nails. In an effort to remove her anxiety she walked towards his lap. Hovering in front of him, he leaned back spreading his thighs slightly. She sat down on his lap, letting out an aspirated sigh. Eddie leaned over the side of her left right shoulder looking at the picture of them in the mirror. His hands slowly snaked around her waist.

“You look beautiful, doll.” He placed a kiss on the crook of her neck.

Stephanie softly chuckled at the pet name, reaching for a cotton round. Moving around on his lap searching for items to use for her nightly routine. The squirming around of his lap made something arise in Eddie’s jeans. He began to grow hard as she naively shimmied around on his groin. Using his hands that were around her waist, he pulled her to a halt in her movement. Stephanie moved around on his lap to get a look at his face. Slightly perplexed she asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, uh” he sighed softly looking at her lips as he bit down on his own bottom lip. “You’re just moving a lot that’s all.”

Stephanie’s innocence got the best of her most of the time. Her lack of sexual experience and physical experience with men put in her a spot of misunderstanding.

“Oh well, I’ll try my hardest not to squirm.”

“Alright then.” Eddie began to slowly slither his hand down the ruffles at the seem of her silk pajama shorts.

Stephanie’s eyes grew wide at the cold sensation of his ring clad hand, unintentionally swatting his hands away. Eddie took this as a sign of discomfort as he turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry, was that too much. I know how you aren’t into all the touching.”

“It’s not that I’m not into it,” her bottom lip pouting out towards him. “It’s just that, this is all new to me, Eds.”

Eddie lifted her up off his lap carrying her towards her bed. She yelled at the sudden jolt giggling all bubbly and bright for such a late evening. He softly placed her onto her bed. He walked to the other side of the bed as he began to get on top of it, laying down beside her. Stephanie flipped over to her side, her head resting in her hand as she looked at him with large doe eyes cocking her head in confusion.

“Babe, how about we do this. Let me kiss you. If I go too far, or you’re not ready, just tap me and I’ll stop right away.” He looked at her with genuine love in his eyes.

She nodded her head slowly, agreeing to his proposal. She loved how he was so willing and open to her innocence and ill experience of physical touch. How he agreed to take it slow and not freak her out. It’s she didn’t want to be intimate with Eddie, she was simply saving her self for that special moment. Her innocence also came with her ditzyness. Stephanie was a bit of an airhead and everyone knew it. Always asking, “What’s that?” or “Huh?”. But what she admired most was how, despite her naive manor, Eddie never took advantage of it.

Eddie’s hand slowly cupped the side of her face, kissing softly at her pink lips.

“Strawberry? I like it.” The pair giggled in between the kisses. He slowly peppered kisses down her neck as she softly moaned out his name without realizing so. His hand trailed up her shirt stopping just before her breasts. She nodded her head, signaling the “okay” for him to continue. Softly gripping at the material of her cotton bra he slowly to kiss down her neck. She lifted her shirt off throwing it over her stuffed animals to shield their eyes from the steamy scene. Eddie softly giggled at the action.

“I’m glad you’re letting me do this.” he said pulling from her lips. He grabbed her hand slowly rubbing his thumb across the top of her knuckles. Stephanie pulled him back in, continuing the moment. Eddie’s hands reached behind her back as they continued to kiss. He began fiddling with the clasps of her bra. Stephanie’s eyes opened widely as she tapped him on his arm repeatedly. His hands pulled away from her back as he pulled away from her face as well.

“Too far?” He asked staring at her. That loving look was back in his eyes. Never did he want to push her before she was ready.

“Yeah I’m sorry, I just didn’t want it to get that far. I’m not ready yet and this is the farthest we’ve gotten though!” She giggled bubbly.

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care how long we wait okay? I’m not going anywhere.” Stephanie stared into the glowing brown orbs of his as she was lost in his love.

She pulled him back into her lips as they crashed together. “I’m not going anywhere.”. His words replayed in her mind as they continued to kiss. Forever mine, Eddie Munson.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #fiction #fluff #writing #eddie munson x you #headcanons #imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things volume 2 #angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x bimbo!reader

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barkskins · 4 months

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muse : ender baptista ── open starter (m/f/nb)

it was incredible what could be coaxed out of a woman over a good cup of coffee and a cupcake. ender was exhausted, the lingering scent of latex still clinging to her hands after her eight hour shift at the piercing studio the day before. with froth clinging to her rouged upper lip the woman sighed, blinking her focus to her companion. “i’m so tired that i might quit my job, start a new life—do you think i'd make it far in the circus?”

#interactions ── open starters .#open starter #open indie starter #indie rp

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tailing-sun · 4 months

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The Transfer Seven (Rainbow High OCs) Bio 4: Pepper Zielinski

COLOUR: Pepper green

YEAR: Second

GENDER: Neutrois

FOCUS: Culinary Arts

STYLE: Retro. Active. Vibrant.

QUOTE: “Let me cook.”

BIO: Growing up in a cramped Polish neighbourhood in New York gave Pepper a deep love and appreciation for home cooking, and watching prime time bake-off shows with their mother after school gave them the inspiration to take what they learned in the kitchen to new heights. Now as the top student of Rainbow High’s small-but-thriving culinary department (and top chef at Rainbow Union), Pepper’s out to prove once and for all that just like fashion, cuisine is an art form all its own, and what the eye sees is just as important as what the tongue tastes. From the perfectly swirled tye-dye frosting on their cupcakes to the subtle spice in every bite of their kielbasa-topped pizzas, no one can deny that Pepper is a true artist in the kitchen—not even Vera.

OTHER:

-They’re a good friend of Kia Hart, bonding over their work at Rainbow Union.

-Their roommate is Magnolia Todd, and naturally they’re quite protective of her.

-They’re sixteen years old and from Greenpoint (ha), Brooklyn, NY.

-Proud of their Polish heritage, they incorporate elements of traditional food into more modern/American dishes (e.g. smoked kielbasa instead of pepperoni as a pizza topping; chruscikis with doughnut frosting and sprinkles).

-Predictably, their favourite food is stuffed bell peppers, prepared the traditional Polish way.

-Their dream job is as a gourmet chef or food stylist.

-They prefer to wear long sleeves to hide their kitchen-related burn scars.

-Though quiet and introverted IRL, they have a very active social media presence, running a food blog where they share their recipes, as well as an Instagram where they post pics of their finished dishes and timelapses of their food styling work.

-Pepper’s personal style is a mix of streetwear and formal, with sporty jerseys over button-down blouses and neckties, and baggy vis-keiesque pants over formal shoes. Patterns on their clothes are all inspired by retro diner decor, and they’ll even accessorize with an apron or cute soda-jerk hat.

-Vera Rougely seems to think of them as her personal set caterer, but Pepper’s true reason for catering her sets is because they feel bad for all the actors and techies she works half to death.

-Renzo frequently invites them and Magnolia for video game hangouts (on the condition that Pepper brings snacks, of course).

-They believe that makeup has no gender, and they prefer sparse but edgy looks in terms of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. No false lashes, hair extensions, or acrylic nails for them, though—those would get in the way of their cooking.

#digital art #rainbow high #oc #rainbow high oc #character bio #character bios #bio #transfer seven

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ladyfurbton · 4 months

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Happy New Year

Image Descriptions:

1: Big Angus is a 1998 furby who is rotund. He has an orange tuft of hair on his head and an orange puff tail on his bottom. His ears are orange on the inside and red on the outside. His fur is red with a square patch of orange on his belly. His face plate and eyelids are both orange and his beak is an orangish yellow. He has brown eyes and orange feet. Ee-day is a 1998 furby with a yellow mane and hot pink ears with light blue insides. His fur is hot pink except for on his belly where it is light blue. His face plate and eyelids are light blue with a yellowish tinge on the eye lids. His eyes are a light blue colour and his beak is a orangish yellow colour. His feet are both white. The two furbys are together under a purple knitted blanket with a white border. Big Angus says "Happy new year my cupcake." Ee-day says "Happy New year baby."

2: Big Angus and Ee-day are still both under the blanket. Nester and Beaktrice are now on either side of them. Nester whom is an adopted child of Ee-day and Big Angus is a bird plushie. He has a red head with a red tuft on top of it. He has two big white eyes with black pupils looking forward. He has a yellow beak and a crest of green feathers on his chest. He has a light green body and two red wings one on each side. Nester has two dark blue feet at the bottom of his green body. The birds tail consists of one small fat green feather, two skinny long purple feathers and two even longer red feathers. Nester is slightly bigger than a 1998 furby. Beaktrice is a bird plushie. She has a purple head with a purple tuft on top of it. She has two big white eyes with black pupils looking forward. She has a yellow beak and a crest of pink feathers on her chest. She has a light pink body and two purple wings one on each side. Beaktrice has two dark blue feet at the bottom of her green body. The birds tail consists of one small fat pink feather, two skinny long cyan feathers and two even longer purple feathers. The bird is slightly bigger than a 1998 furby. Beaktrice says "Daddies! Wake up! It's time for breakfast." Big Angus says "Oh boy! Time for my Waffles!"

3: There is a brown kitchen table. Big Angus and Beaktrice are sitting at one side of the table while Ee-day and Nester are sitting at the other side. There is a red toaster on the table. It is on its side with the toast slots facing Ee-day. Ee-day says "Hmmm the toaster doesn't appear to be working."

4: Same as image 3 except the characters are saying different things. The toaster says "I am sick and tired of cooking toast and waffles for you every day!!! You can make your own toast!!!" Big Angus says "Did the toaster just talk?"

5: Now some toast has flown out of the toaster and hit Ee-day in the eye. Ee-day says "ouch!!" Big Angus says "Oh no the toaster has gone rouge!!! How on earth am I going to have my waffles?"

6: The toast is on the floor near Ee-days foot. Ee-day says "Wait! It says here that the toaster was made in 1999! Maybe it has the Y2K bug because the year changed!" Big Angus says "Only one thing can fix it!"

7: Same as image 6. Ee-day says "A millienum furby."

8: Big Angus is on one side of the table beside Doo-moh. Doo-moh is a 1998 furby with a white mane and white ears with dark blue insides. His fur is light grey except for on his belly where it is dark blue. His face plate and eyelids are white. His eyes are a light blue colour and his beak is a orangish yellow colour. His feet are both white. He is wearing a silver sash with the words "millennium furby" in dark blue text. Ee-day is on the other side of the table. The toaster is now on the middle of the table right side up. Doo-moh says "I'm here now time for me to get that toaster and fix it!" The toaster says "you won't catch me!!"

9: Same as image 8. Doo-moh says "Oh yes I will! It's a busy time of year for us millienum furbys. Toasters are going rogue everywhere!

10: Doo-moh is now on the table behind the toaster. Doo-moh says "There caught you!! The toaster is now tame." Ee-day says "Thank you Doo-moh." Big Angus says "Now I shall eat waffles again!!" End Descriptions.

#furby #allfurby #furby fandom #safe furby #safefurby #furblr #furby 1998 #nsfr #furby community #food mention

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tigertales9 · 1 month

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Hard Reset XII Sneak Peek 👀

This LSU flashback has gotten a bit out of hand. I'm still putting the finishing touches on it -- it's gotten so long I'll prob post it as 2 chapters -- but I thought I'd offer a sneak peek.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+

Time/Place: Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 (Valentine's Day) / Baton Rouge, Louisiana

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An hour later, you're whipping up some homemade frosting when your bestie/roommate Gina walks in, sniffing the air dramatically.

"Smells like heaven," she groans, eyeing the fluffy pink concoction as you finish beating it with a mixer. "What is it?"

"Delish! I can't believe you made homemade frosting," she marvels. "What ya gonna put it on?"

"He's very appreciative," you mutter, blushing when she cackles at the look on your face.

"Seven months in and you're still blushing over this man? He's def doing something right."

"What are you and Trey doing tonight?" you ask, licking a dollop of frosting off your finger as she rolls her eyes.

"He's bringing take-out over because he waited too long to make a reservation, so literally everywhere decent is booked up. I told him if he brings wings or pizza he can forget about getting any pussy."