#if i say hey and he says sup i say ‘sup indeed’ like what the fuck is that

[trashbaget]

tell me your failed/embarrassing flirting stories to make me feel better, i’ll go first: today i said “get out of my way” forgot to say “i’m kidding” then immediately said “bye”

#it is awful having feelings for someone you know and have an established friendship with #but crushing on someone i barely know is knew to me and i legit feel like an idiot every time i do something stupid like this #i can’t just. talk to the guy #if i say hey and he says sup i say ‘sup indeed’ like what the fuck is that #i can barely even say hello to him #don’t get me wrong i’ve DONE it but most days i’m like #ah fuck there he is #okay you can do it just say hi #just say what’s up #and then he’s already gone #also. like. the setting we’re in is soooo not good for talking or flirting realt because um. it’s work he’s my coworker.. so um. do i fuckin #ask him for his number?? or to hang out??? but like. he’s kind of a stranger to me what do i want to hang out for 🧍 #but like. ​i dont want to do that until i have at least one successful interaction #or like. an actual conversation. #which is gonna be really hard to manage because he doesn’t talk much at all to anyone and i really only talk if someone talks to me first or #i’ll say something absolutely idiotic and ridiculous (and honestly i do that no matter what) #anyway so um. i guess i’m just gonna keep making a fool of myself until i get it right and hopefully i don’t screw it up 🥴 #i lost all my confidence in the last year and i cant do anything chill or smooth anymore (i was never that good in the first place but at #least i could PRETEND i knew what i was doing. like i could sell it. the whole weird and lost bit.) #anyway. i felt better for like 5 minutes when some guy at the gas station flirt failed with me on the way home. but that’s partly my fault #too oops. in his defense he probably could not see that i had headphones on bc upon mirror inspection they were well blended with my hair #but i was waiting to cross the street and this guy tried to like nod and smile and i did not know it was to me until i got to the other side #where the gas station was and and like. tried again and i awkward half smiled and saw his face get all mushy and confused like mine FELT 20 #mins before when i’d flopped so hard trying to flirt and by the time i’d processed WAIT i think he was FLIRTING WITH ME i was already gone 🤡 #but at least it ended better than the poor 14yo who very confidently asked for my number #who. i shit you not. SCREECHED for a solid 44.5 seconds and bolted the other direction when i said sorry im 21 #his friends were standing there like wtf too and one was like i am so sorry about him 🤦 #cheers to being fools universe

[wannaeatramyeon]

PLEASE MORE OF THE HOTUB MEETING THINGS ITS SO FUNNY AND I LOVE UR WORK FOR LOOKISM

Hey Anon! I responded to the other anon but I got inspired to write more crack. What is continuity, you ask? Well who the hell knows.

Men of Lookism: Bathhouse Meeting Part 3... with Guests

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4: Women of Lookism

What is this, a crossover episode?

As more naked bodies file in, the tension could be cut with a knife.

The establishment was supposed to close off the bathhouse for the rest of the night. Any further admittance being strictly forbidden. This has never happened before, there must be some scheduling mistake.

Even with the fights and squabbling breaking out from before, the easy air was no longer.

All eyes are on the men entering.

Recognition dawns.

Turns out, they are not out of place here.

Gun Park makes the first move.

"Warai Oni," he bows, "We finally meet."

Baek Seongjun returns the greeting with reverence, "Shiro Oni."

"The fuck is wrong with your eyes?" A rude voice cuts through.

"Taehoon!" Yoo Hobin scolds under his breath, elbowing him swiftly in the stomach. He'd much rather face the wrath of Taehoon, who would likely just kick him a few times, than the infamous Gun Park, who would probably murder him. "Don't you know who that is?!"

"Why the fuck would I know?" Seong Taehoon does indeed throw a kick at Hobin, who manages to jump out of the way in time. How dare that little asshole elbow him.

"That's Gun Park!" Snapper is practically vibrating with excitement to be in the same place as him. "He was voted most popular by a fricking HUGE margin!"

Gun smirks at the last part but of course his partner comes to rain on his parade.

"So what? His eyes are freaky, aren't they?" Goo Kim teases, materialising next to Taehoon and resting his head on his shoulder. "He's so ugly."

"Get off!" Goo pouts as Taehoon pushes him away.

"Hey," Jason Yoon nudges Johan Seong, "There's that Taehoon. Do you think we should say hi?"

Johan doesn't bother to look, making a move to get out of the water anyway. "Whatever. Any crossover was years ago."

"So what's your backstory?" Baek Hangyul asks the man sitting to his right.

"Nothing interesting," Jinho shrugs. "I'm just crazy."

"Same." Hangyul smiles at him, having found a kindred spirit.

Seo Haesu studies the menu on the wall, mind never too far from food, and wondering what he should eat next.

"Hi," he greets the guy now next to him, eyes also scanning the menu.

Johan looks over and nods.

"Welcome to the Sad Boy Simp Club!" Ryuhei throws his arm around Kim Munseong.

"Sup," Zack Lee says, joined by Xiaolong and Warren Chae.

"I... guess that's me." Munseong grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Can I join?" Wangguk overhears, thinking that he deserves at least an honorary membership.

Confusion paints Munseong's face. "I thought you and Rumi...?"

"Sort of. It's all very rushed. No one's satisfied-"

Xiaolong suddenly breaks off from the group "Sorry, excuse me!" having spotted someone in the distance.

Ji Yeonwoo feels strangely exposed as he walks nude into the room. Not that he's shy, but he feels vulnerable. Like someone is constantly watching. He heads for the water as quickly as he can, wanting to cover up.

Mangi relaxes in the water as Yeonwoo settles next to him.

Two bald heads belonging to Jerry Kwon and Brad Lee catches his eye. He smiles to himself, comforted by the sight of his bald brethren.

A set of doppelgangers meet up.

"Baek Seongjun!" Xiaolong calls out. The other blue haired man smiles politely at him.

"I'm sorry for stealing your design," Xiaolong, contrite, executes a 90 degree bow.

"Don't worry," Seongjun dismisses any concern or ill-will, "It's not your fault. Besides, I'm dead."

From afar, Eugene keeps a close eye on Yeonwoo, observing him from the moment the latter walked in. Almost a doppelganger of his own if his growth spurt would kick in and if he could put on 30lb of muscle.

Goddamnit. He wants a glow-up too.

#lookism webtoon #lookism #lookism manhwa #gun park #goo kim #johan seong #ryuhei kuroda #baek hangyul #lookism eugene #how to fight #how to fight manhwa #viral hit #viral hit manhwa #viral hit webtoon #seong taehoon #yoo hobin #han wangguk #kim munseong #ji yeonwoo #snapper #ptjverse crack #wannaeatramyeon

[goat-and-a-pig]

Chapter 19

Icarus gasped. “Whoa…” Gravity Falls was amazing! The town was bustling as they stepped into the town square.

“So… I’m gonna need a disguise. And you need to put up your hair!” Icarus winced. Stan was right- everybody was stepping on it. When they finally gathered it all up, Mabel’s eyes widened. “Are you saying you need a Braid Train?!” She exclaimed. “Be right back!” She dashed off, then came back with five very similar looking men.

“I’m sorry how I behaved the last time we did a Braid Train. Can you forgive me? My friend needs your help.” She gestured to Icarus. They thought for a minute. “We accept your apology, Mabel-Girl! We’ll help you!” One of them declared. “Thanks Deep Chris!” She replied.

Stan coughed awkwardly. “Just gonna… go. Goodbye.” He darted into an alleyway.

Mabel and the boys braided his hair.

Icarus supposed it was strange, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed it immensely. It was therapeutic to just sit back and observe the townsfolk. When they were done, Icarus thanked them for the help. Eventually, Stan came back, dressed in black trousers, a light gray poet shirt, and a darker gray wool overcoat.

He also had on a blond wig and beard.

Icarus snorted. “Look, if it gets the job done, it gets the job done. Doesn’t matter how ridiculous I look. Those guards are idiots.” He glanced at Dipper then cringed. “Uh, sorry.” Dipper waved him off. “It’s fine.” While the awkward exchange went on, Icarus took time to study his surroundings. The flag caught his eye. “Hey Stan,” he said, grabbing Stan’s attention. “Yeah?” He answered. “Why is the Gravity Falls flag decorated like the journals?” The flag was indeed burgundy with a six-fingered hand on the front.

“Because the king, who went missing, wrote the journals,” Stan explained quickly, then gave Icarus a pair of gloves. “Here. Put these on and stick two fingers in one of the fingers. Your hands could bring us… unwanted attention. And put these shoes on, for goodness’ sake.” Stan threw a pair of boots at him. As Icarus pulled on the gloves and boots, he thought. Something wasn’t adding up…

But he was interrupted. “Hey there!” The stranger greeted them. “Hello,” Icarus replied. “’Sup dude! I’m Soos! Who are you?”

Stan answered quickly. “This is Icarus, Mabel, Dipper, and I’m, er, Steve Planter. Pleased to meet ya.” His voice took on a southern accent. Soos’ smile grew even wider. Somehow. “Well, welcome to Gravity Falls! Want me to show you around?” Icarus’ eyes widened.

“N-”

“Yes, yes, yes! Definitely! Absolutely! Positively!” Icarus was not going to let Stan ruin this. He was going on this tour one way or another. “Ugh. Fine,” Stan grumbled. Icarus bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. “This way!” Soos declared. Here are some of the highlights of his tour:

The arcade- “Super awesome, dudes. I learned almost everything I know here. Also possibly haunted.”

The news station- “Not too reliable. Mostly because nothing goes on here and some people make up wild stories so that there’s something interesting in the paper.”

The mailman- “Pretty sure he’s a werewolf, dudes.”

The Northwest Mansion- “The second richest family in town, the first being the royals. They’re pretty upset by being second, but they still make sure we know we’re below them!”

The cemetery- “Definitely haunted. And I think a zombie lives here. Not sure. Might just be the funeral directors’ son. Oh, and watch out for zombies, dudes!”

The library- “And here’s the library. What do you think? Pretty cool, right? It’s got a bunch of books and historical-y documents.” While Soos blathered on about the library, Icarus went up to the front desk and politely asked, “Excuse me, do you know where your record of citizens would be?” The purple haired girl hardly looked up from her book. “You’re in the wrong place- you’d want the Royal Archives for that,” she said flatly.

“Oh come on!” He muttered angrily. “Thanks anyway, Tambry,” he said, reading her name tag. He stormed out of the library and sat down under a tree. Stan, Mabel, and Dipper came outside. “Now I’ll never- never-” He choked on his words. It was too much. “I can’t get into the castle! It’s over… I- I can’t-” He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He panicked until Mabel hugged him, which slowed his heartbeat a bit. Dipper hugged him too. Stan rested his hand on Icarus’ shoulder.

“I can get you into the castle.” Soos’ voice startled the tender moment. “What?” Someone asked. Icarus squinted at him. He could gasp a bit better now.

“I can get you into the castle,” Soos repeated. “I work there. Handyman,” he said proudly. “ Anyway, I can get you in as long as you don’t try to murder the king or something. Deal?”  Icarus nodded and Stan spoke for him. “Deal.”

Soos grinned. “Once you’re ready, the castle is thataway.” Everybody around him would be ready when he was ready.

Icarus just sat there and breathed.

#see the light #chapter 19 #tw panic attack

[destinyroundabout]

CHAPTER 1 ACT III

"Skeletons, Puzzles, and Time powers"

The trio continued walking through the forest, encountering, the strange variety of monsters.

PAPYRUS: STRANGE, NO ONE HERE APPEARS TO BE PREPARING FOR GIFTUMN!

Allison: Giftumn?

sans: yeah its an annual thing we do at the harvest village. what, humans don't have that? man ya'll are missing out.

PAPYRUS: INDEED BROTHER! GIFTUMN IS THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR! WHERE MONSTERS GATHER AROUND, PREPARING FOOD FOR A GREAT POTLUCK! OH SANS, REMEMBER OUR FIRST GIFTUMN? WE WERE ARGUEING OVER WETHER WE SHOULD BRING HOT DOGS OR LASAGNA! SO OF COURSE WE DECIDED TO DO BOTH...

While papyrus was rambling, dings popped out of the ground amidst the crowd of monsters.

Dings: Psst, kid, over here.

Allison: Oh hey dings. Why are y-

Dings: SSSHHHHHH. Quite down, why do you think I'm whispering?!

Allison: Jeez, sorry.

Dings: Take a look at this!

Dings pointed to a mysterious glowing object. Allison felt an unusual but familiar presence from it.

Allison: What...Is that thing?

Dings: Have you ever played a video game before?

Allison: Yeah?

Dings: Well, this star acts as a sort of save point. You touch it, and boom. Whenever you're in danger, you can always reset back to your previous save point! They're littered all over the underground. Only YOU can see them, so you have to keep them a secret.

Allison: ...Uh huh. Sure.

Dings: I'M SERIOUS. Look just- touch it.

Allison: ...Whatever you say Mr flower man.

Dings: Call me that again and your soul is being split in half.

Allison: Shiver me timbers.

Dings: Grrrr...

Dings was frustrated by his inferiority

Dings: NO ONE ASKED.

Lol. Anyways, Allison proceeds to touch the save point.

(This save point provides you with a sense of unease yet comfort for the rest of your journey. You're filled with DETERMINATION.)

Allison: Determination...

Dings: Looks like skyscraper over there is almost done yapping. See ya on the flipside kid!

Dings goes back into the ground.

Allison: That is one weird and grumpy flower.

PAPYRUS: AND THAT'S WHY THE CITIZENS WONT LET ME COOK ALFREDO AGAIN.

Allison: Wow! That is...quite the story papyrus!

PAPYRUS: WHY THANK YOU DEAR HUMAN...SAY I NEVER GOT YOUR NAME.

Allison: Oh, it's Allison. Allison M-

sans: zzzzzzzzzz...

Allison: Oh-I forget sans was here. How long has he been asleep?

PAPYRUS: WHO KNOWS, NORMALLY I'D THROW HIM AT THE NEAREST LEAF PILE TO WAKE HIM UP, BUT SEEING HOW HE HAS BEEN TAKING CARE OF THE FOREST AND VILLAGE...I THINK HE DESERVES IT.

Allison: Awwww that's cu-....uhhhhhh

The trio arrive at a strangle puzzle. It had three basketball hoops and a single bone lying at the centre of the room.

PAPYRUS: NYEHEHEH! ALLISON, WE'VE ARRIVED AT THE FIRST OF THE MANY GLORIOUS PUZZLES YOURS TRULY HAS SET UP!

Allison: There's more of these?!

PAPYRUS: I KNOW! ISNT IT EXCTING!!!

sans: oh we're here now.

PAPYRUS: OH HEY SANS.

Allison: So what am I supposed to do here? Throw the bone at one of the hoops?

PAPYRUS: PRECISELY! GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT!

Allison: Alright! I'll just grab the-

Allison: ...bone.

I feel like it's too early for that dog to show up.

PAPYRUS: ...LET THIS BE A LESSON AB

OUT WHY ROCKS ARE SUPERIOR THAN DOGS ALLISON.

Allison: That pet rock thing wasn't a joke??

sans: welcome to the underground kid.

PAPYRUS: NEVERMIND, HANG ON-

Papyurs puts down sans and reaches for one of his basketball shoulder pads.

PAPYRUS: HERE! USE THIS INSTEAD.

Allison: Well, at least it will be serving its actual purpose.

Allison shoots...AND SHE SCOOOOORES WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PAPYRUS: NOT BAD HUMAN! YOUR REWARD SHALL BE EVEN MORE PUZZLES!!

Allison: ...wait what stopped us from just skipping this pu-

sans: don't question it.

PAPYRUS: THIS NEXT PUZZLE IS A LITTLE TRICKY! SO IT'S FINE IF YOU CAN'T...

The room is filled with random sheets of paper.

sans: oh yeah remember when I said this morning I spilled ketchup on the printer and it printed a bunch of sheets?

PAPYRUS: YOU NEVER MENTIONED THAT AT ALL!!!

sans: yeah exactly

PAPYRUS: (SIGH) WELL I SUPPOSE WE CAN SKIP THIS ONE. I FELT LIKE IT WAS TOO CHALLENGING ANYWAY.

Allison: What was it anyways?

PAPYRUS: JUNIOR JUMBLE!

sans: I still think crosswords are harder.

PAPYRUS: SANS WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS ARGUMENT AGAIN!!!

sans: hey I just speak the truth.

PAPYRUS: AND LOWERCASE!!!

Allison: Idk I think junior jumble is harder.

PAPYRUS: NYAHAHA! TAKE THAT BROTHER!

sans: oh well.

Allison: Psst, I think crosswords are much harder but I was just being nice.

sans: yeah thanks for that. yesterday he tried solving the horoscope.

Allison: I see.

PAPYRUS: ALRIGHT, NEXT PUZZLE! THIS ONE SHOULD BE EASY!

It's a bone maze...that's it. A maze made of bones.

Allison: I'm gonna ignore the fact that this maze is made of out bones.

PAPYRUS: OUR BUDGET IN THIS FOREST IS...LIMITED.

sans: we have a budget?

Allison: Well, better start walkin-

sans: hold it there kiddo.

PAPYRUS: WHAT IS THE MATTER SANS?

sans: why don't we make it more interesting? here.

sans gives Allison a snowball. Where did he get a snowball from???

Allison: Uhhh...

sans: ya gotta make it to the end of the maze before the snowball completely melts. shouldn't be a problem.

Allison: Sure...yeah...lovely.

This went on. For 5. Whole. Hours.

Allison: (HUFF) (PUFF) I DID IT! JESUS CHRIST AND HOLY MARY I DID IT!

PAPYRUS: WONDERFUL HUMAN! AND IT ONLY TOOK YOU FIVE HOURS, 36 MINUTES, AND 7 SECONDS!

sans: I'm surprised you managed to do it.

PAPYRUS: I'M SURPRISED YOU STAYED AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME!

Allison: How many puzzles are...(huff)...left?

PAPYRUS: ONLY ONE! COME INTO THE NEXT ROOM WHEN YOU'RE READY!

sans: by the way here.

Sans hands Allison some cinnamon buns and hotdogs.

Allison: Oh thanks! I was starting to get hungry.

sans: those actually heal your hp ya know?

Allison: Really?

sans: yeah. It'll be useful for combat.

Allison: Huh...(Oh, a savepoint!)

(The curiosity of what the last puzzles will be fills you with DETERMINATION.)

Allison: Ummm...Papyrus? Where's the puzzle?

PAPYRUS: NYEHEHEH...I'M AFRAID YOU'VE BEEN JAPED ALLISON! FOR YOU SEE, YOUR SKILLS IN PUZZLES WERE IMPRESS. HOWEVER, WE HAVE NOT SEEN YOUR SKILLS IN COMBAT!

Allison: W-what are you saying...

PAPYRUS: HUMAN! I CHALLENGE YOU, TO A TRAINING DUEL!

Allison: Oh dear lord.

sans: good luck.

END OF ACT III

#undertale: destiny roundabout

[snoffyy]

hellooo!! I was rereading “one moment is all it takes” cause it’s such a good fic! (I can’t believe you made me like garbage-man Zhao so much lmao you’re a magician) and I was thinking: what happened to Zhao’s crew? like Ming, Sato, Naku etc…? I hope they didn’t die in the siege 🥺 imagine them discovering Newbie was actually Fire Lord Zuko lol they’d die

btw this was such a random ask lol but I’m in the need to absolutely know now hahaha

Hey!!! First of all, thanks so much for reading! It's honestly hard to believe that it was my first venture into writing from... what, two years ago?? Time flies!

To answer your question, they did not die!! Although Zhao's crew no doubt sustained some losses, the named characters all lived to see another day. When the dust had settled and everyone was basking in their victory over the Northern Water Tribe, there was obvious confusion over where tf did Admiral Zhao go???

The good admiral was ofc presumed dead, and the crew spent their time managing and colonising the NWT. Until one day they received a direct order from the Fire Lord to retrieve all forces. Upon returning to the FN, indeed, the crew nearly died of shock when they saw none other than Fire Lord Zuko with a very much alive Zhao hanging in the back going, "Sup :)))"

(at first, they think Zhao dumped Newbie but then it turns out Newbie was in fact the Fire Lord)

I'd like to imagine that after getting over their initial shock, they re-establish their working relationship with Zhao. He's still a hardass, but love has softened him ever so slightly. Just a bit.

P.S every time I read someone say they can't believe I made them like garbage-man Zhao, I do a delighted happy gremlin dance. Thank you. Truly, it is one of the highest compliments I can receive.

#thank you! #zhaoko #i feel so nostalgic now #rough around the edges but it's there and my first accomplishment in writing fics

[queenofbaws]

stay with me on this one, but if we’re saying until dawn and the quarry take place in the same universe AND we’re saying jacks related to the hacketts and is now staying with them at the motel to help with the werewolves AND we’re saying the ud kids decide to become councillors to try and get over their collective fear of nature can you IMAGINE the record scratch horrified pause when jack sees them and they see him and they just dont know what to do with themselves

((ash. ash i gotta be real with you. i have no idea if you intended for this to be a legit prompt or not, but the moment i saw it in my inbox i astral projected into another plane of existence and when i woke up i was sitting in front of a word doc with all this, so. i figured i might as well share it.))

definitely more than six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

If the redhead hadn’t gone and dropped her cup like that, he might’ve thought it was all just a hallucination. The stress-induced dealies that snuck up on you sometimes when you least expected, creeping in slow and sinister-like from the edges until you let your guard down long enough for them to take hold. She might’ve been a floater in his eye, a nervous mistake, an old memory rising up to the top like a body bloating in a lake. But she dropped her cup when she saw him and her face went grey, and she grabbed hold of the one sitting next to her, and when he turned, well...then Jack just knew.

“You have got to be fuckin’ with me,” he said, watching as, one by one, the Blackwood babies drank in the sight of him in like cyanide, choking and coughing and sputtering as they tried to get it down.

“Hey, whoa, hey! Language!” Chris said from beside him – khaki Chris, not-exactly-cousin-nephew Chris. He wished he could’ve said dumbass Chris, but all of a sudden, there were two of those in Hackett’s Quarry, wouldn’t you know.

It was right about that time the rest of the picnic table realized something was amiss, the kiddies sitting opposite the Washingtons’ friends turning round to try and figure out what the fuss was about. He watched the math happening in real-time, the cogs in their cute little heads whirring at breakneck speeds: He’s a mean-looking SOB, sure, said the looks on their faces, But I wouldn’t mess my pants at the sight of him.

Then, surprising perhaps everyone except for Jack, Mr. Action Movie stood up and waved him a tepid salute. “Holy shit,” he called over, “Creepy Grandpa’s back! ‘Sup, Creepy Grandpa?”

Beside him, Chris reeled back like he’d been slapped across the face, whirling to look their way. “Creepy—”

Only Jack beat him to it. “Well, if it ain’t the dumbass who stuck his hand in a loaded bear trap,” he replied, approaching the table and taking careful note of which kiddies did and didn’t flinch the nearer he got. “How’s it going, dumbass?”

“Bear trap?” the girl from the mines spat, the tough cookie with the fancy clothes. She whirled on him like a rattlesnake, her eyes narrowing. “You said you lost your fingers from frost bite, trying to get to Jess.”

“I…” Caught dead to rights, Mr. Action Movie spluttered, “Whose word you gonna take, Em? Huh? Mine or his?!”

From across the table, another girl spoke up. “You…put your hand in a bear trap. For bears.”

“And you willingly make out with Jacob sometimes! We all do things we’re not proud of…”

“A bear trap,” she repeated, and now that he was closer Jack could see her expression was all but identical to the girl from the mines’s, maybe just lacking some of the venom. “The thing used to trap bears.”

He turned away from their little snit and instead turned to the other three he’d had the most cause to deal with that night back in the Pines, the redhead and the blonde and dumbass Chris, all three of them doing their level best not to meet his eye. They seemed to understand what none of the rest of their ragtag little group had grasped yet; that if he was there, something was very, very wrong with Hackett’s Quarry indeed.

Beside them, the Washington boy was all agitated knee-jiggling and prolonged glaring; unlike his buddies, he seemed to want to keep a good bead on him at all times, lest he disappear into the wind…or start whacking at him. “Not big into background checks in these parts, huh Mr. H?” he called, his eyes still on Jack. “I’m gonna go ahead and guess you don’t have the most, like, comfortable relationship with the local police force?”

“Uh,” is what Chris managed to get out. It was probably for the best that that’s how it happened.

“Is this place cursed?” The redhead got it out all in one big breath, a nervous wide-eyed rush that had him, just for a moment, standing back in the great room of a very different lodge, the wind screaming outside the windows as something worse stalked them from the treeline. “If it’s cursed, you have to tell us. You…I remember…they can’t be in the light, right? They can’t be in the light because it hurts their eyes, but you said it only happens after someone eats someone else, and, and…” Her head whipped around, her frantic gaze moving past him and towards Chris, who was by all accounts still just standing there dumb as a deer in headlights. “Do you have a history of cannibalism here?!”

“I…wait, hold on…” Another one of the kids from the other side of the table, the – ugh, he hated even thinking the dumbshit word – Hacketteer side, turned around and looked about the room. “Okay, I gotta hand it to you guys, this is…the weirdest episode of Punk’d I could imagine, but like…props for creativity, I guess.”

“Wait, cannibalism?!” asked another redhead, somehow even tinier than the first. “Like…like people eating other people?”

“That’s usually the definition of cannibalism, yeah.”

“Ryan, c’mon. She’s freaked, man.”

“Why?”

“Okay, know what? No. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not today. Sorry, I know we said we were gonna do this, but just…nope. Nope!” Dumbass Chris stood from his side of the table, taking the Washington boy by one arm and the terrified redhead by the other, the blonde following close behind. “I knew something was weird about this place. I knew it! I told you guys...we told you guys, but nooo, no one believed—”

“Oh my God,” drawled one of the two he’d dragged from the cave-in, the girl who’d been all but naked under a miner’s coat and high school jacket. So far as he could see, she’d recovered from the frostbite better than he would’ve thought. “You just don’t like the outdoors, Chris. And Ashley’s scared of everything. And Josh is…” She rolled her eyes. “Josh.”

The table, both sides of it, seemed to rumble in agreement at that last part.

She gave him a slow, apprehensive finger-wave, the little frostbite queen, her lips turning up in a confused smile. “I really don’t remember you,” she admitted, searching the face of the young man beside her for answers before both of them shrugged. “But I’m pretty sure I can figure out where we all know you from.”

“Creepy. Grandpa,” Action Movie repeated, having resorted to sitting on the hand what was missing fingers, if only so the others couldn’t get a good look at it. “Remember? He pulled a gun on m…oh, right, you guys weren’t there.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” muttered the one beside frostbite queen.

“Man, screw you! I tried!”

“Yeah Matt, Mike tried!”

“I…I’m sorry.” From the Hacketteer side of the table, some shaggy-haired kid turned around, giving Jack an uncertain look of his own. “Who are you? And how do you guys…?”

Jack jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m that one’s uncle.”

Doing nothing to help the goddamn situation, Chris finally found his tongue. “No you’re not.”

“I’m sort of his uncle.”

“That’s still not totally right either.”

The Blackwood kids all exchanged a look at that little revelation…the ones that remained, anyway. The Washington boy and his three nervous nellies were already high tailing it out of the lodge and towards…well, Jack couldn’t rightly say. The cabins, maybe. He could imagine they’d want to get out of Dodge as quick as humanly possible.

“You’re a Hackett?” the girl from the mine asked, her eyes zipping between him and Chris, no doubt plumbing for a resemblance that just wasn’t there.

“I’m a Fiddler,” he corrected, and her entire face seemed to curdle.

“Yeah, think I’m gonna stick with Creepy Grandpa,” Action Movie said, trying to keep his tough-guy act going with a smirk and a snicker, but coming across more twitchy than anything else. “Uncle Fiddler just is not good.”

“No one’s arguing you on that, Mike,” said one of the Hacketteers, a girl with a dark bob and inquisitive eyes. “Still doesn’t answer how you guys…know each other…though…”

The girl from the mines set her chin in her hands, fixing Jack with a stare the likes of which almost had him missing the Wendigo. “What is it?” she asked plainly, leaving no room for hemming or hawing. “What’s wrong with this place?”

“There’s…there’s nothing wrong with the camp!” Chris laughed as though it were the most ridiculous idea in the world, standing there beside Jack with one arm slung (unwelcomely) across his shoulders. “Tell ‘em, Uncle Jack. All we got here is sunshine and fresh air and—”

“Werewolves,” Jack said matter-of-factly, watching how very differently the two sides of the table reacted.

The Hacketteers paused, looked at one another…and then began to giggle.

The Blackwood kids, however, well. They paused too, looked at each other too…and then stood from the table as the others had before, not a one of them so much as glancing Chris’s way as they passed by in single file, silent as specters and tired as martyrs.

“Well!” Chris said, dropping the arm from Jack’s shoulders to clap his hands instead. “Who wants lunch?”

#fudgeroach #six sentence weekend #the hacketts #queenie writes supermassive #literally. LITERALLY. i cannot even begin to describe the sounds that came out of my fucking facehole when i saw this ask #the opportunity for fuckery was just *chefs kiss* too perf to pass up #HEY SUPERMASSIVE WHO DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS DLC HUH #this isnt how the until dawn kids are gonna cameo in my hackett fic but GOD HELP ME now i kind of wish it WAS aklsdjflaksjkfjsdkfjaksljfkjs

[blackacre13]

rusty (or linus) and lou competing and pining over debbie plssss

Going with Rusty since I’ve done a similar Linus one here!

“Hey, Hey, Rusty, hold back for a sec,” Danny sighed, rubbing at his forehead as he sat down in the corner armchair, watching the rest of the team file out of the Ocean household, each heading their separate ways.

“Sup, boss?” Rusty asked, biting into a turkey sub that Danny couldn’t possibly fathom where it had come from in the moment.

“You’re doing it again,” Danny warned him.

“I am not!” The blonde protested, looking offended. “Danny, I would never—wait, what am I doing?”

“Making googly eyes at Deb,” Danny hissed, shaking his head. “You even pay attention to a word I said about the plan?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rusty lied, nodding along. “Every word, boss. But listen, do you know if she’s like with anyone?”

Danny snorted. “I don’t know if she’s ever with anyone, Rust. She uses people like Kleenex, but—no, actually. Stop. I’m not doing this with you.”

“What?” Rusty cracked. “She’s too good for me? Gotta play the protective big brother, do you?”

“She’s too much for you,” Danny sighed. “You couldn’t handle it. And besides, there’s something going on with—well, I don’t know what it is honestly, but, I mean look at those idiots,” he frowned, motioning to the window where Debbie was standing, someone in front of her, stroking back her hair and tucking it behind her ear as Debbie giggled. Debbie never giggled.

“Fucking, Miller. Every time, I swear,” Rusty grumbled, passing his sandwich off to Danny as he wiped his hands on his pants. “You have no idea what it’s like for us blondes out there,” Rusty sighed, opening the front door.

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, biting into Rusty’s abandoned sub. “Idiots indeed.”

“Hey, Miller!” Rusty called, whistling from behind her as she turned around with an exasperated look, Debbie also looking disappointed, but standing protectively by the blonde’s side. “You excited for this one? Bash tells me you’ve got a sick new ride. Can’t wait to get the bikes involved for this.”

“Yeah, Rust,” she smiled, trying to brush him off and turn back to Debbie. “It’ll be great.” She turned back to the brunette, her hands fiddling with the lapels of Debbie’s jacket that looked suspiciously like one Lou had worn over to the house last week. “So like I was saying, would just be a forty minute drive, but I really think you’d love the—“

“She can’t,” Rusty blurted out, physically cutting between them. “Debbie has plans. Right, Deb?”

“Don’t Deb me,” the brunette rolled her eyes before turning to Lou with a panicked look. “I don’t even know what he’s talking about. Tell me. What would I really love?”

“You know,” Rusty hissed impatiently. “We have that thing with the guy with the place.”

“Sounds like a real can’t miss opportunity,” Lou snorted, kicking at the driveway. “So anyway, Debs, you know if you’re not busy in Narnia with Santa Clause, Rusty, and the Easter bunny with the guy at that place that’s apparently at the same undisclosed time as my plan, then…”

“Yeah,” Debbie smiled, reaching out to toy with one of Lou’s gold chains as she let out a little hum. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“It’s a date,” Lou smirked, kissing Debbie on the cheek as Rusty stared between them with his mouth hanging open.

“You mean that as the expression right?” He checked. “Not like a date, date.”

“Jealous?” Lou grinned, cracking her knuckles before pushing up the sleeves of her leather jacket.

“Nah,” he waved her off. “Debbie and I have our own thing. Right?”

“Really?” Lou scoffed, turning to face him with a look of utter disbelief as they started verbally sparring with each other, Debbie watching between them with many an eyeball before she slipped away, bound for the house, taking her spot behind the curtains of the window as Danny passed her part of the sandwich.

“Think they even notice I’m gone?” Debbie laughed, continuing to peek out the window as the two of them argued, Lou pushing against Rusty’s chest as he let out a cry of protest and the Ocean siblings could make out Lou performing some kind of chicken noises as she mocked Rusty. “Wow. I have never been so turned on in my whole life,” she rolled her eyes.

“You’re joking right?” Danny sighed, looking like he was going to vomit. “God, you’re all morons. I’m gonna go call Tess.”

Debbie waited for Danny to disappear upstairs before she rapped on the window three times, Rusty looking confused as Lou shot her a triumphant look and a wink before Debbie disappeared to her own room, pushing the blinds and the window pane up high before she flopped onto her bed, waiting for her partner to slip in undetected.

#queue #blackacre13 #ocean's eight #oceans eight #oceans 8 #ocean's 8 #lou miller #Debbie ocean #Lou Miller x Debbie ocean #Debbie Ocean x lou miller #lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #lou and debbie #lou and deb #Debbie and lou #deb and lou #lou x deb #deb x lou #heist girlfriends #heist wives #Danny ocean #rusty ryan #rusty #ocean's 11 #ocean's eleven #ocean's trilogy #linus caldwell #ocean's eight fanfic #ocean's eight fanfiction #ocean's 8 fanfic

[pxgeturner]

“This is a Nightmare”

Dustin’s older sister (you) has two ride or die friends, Steve and Robin, but you and Robin are more than friends. Unfortunately you two may not have a lot of time left together as Vecna has made his claim on you. Word count: 789

Warnings: Hallucinations of the upside-down, past trauma.

You and Robin are perched on your bed, and You Spin Me Round by Dead Or Alive (yours & Robin’s song) starts playing. Slipping off the duvet, you walk over to the radio and turn up the volume. You spin to face your now-girlfriend dramatically, making sure your hair flourished around you. Placing both hands on the dresser behind you, you sink down slightly and toss your head back as you mouth the words. Quickly you bounce back up and dance your way to Robin. You spin once more and jump backwards onto the bed. Your softly head lands in the blonde’s lap. She smiles down at you, giggling at your antics. You roll the over and sit up

“Like my moves?” you breathed.

She nodded, “Yes,” and tucks some hair behind your ear.

“I’m glad,” Her hand lands at your side. You move to hold her hand and she accepts and even moves to grab your other one. In turn you lean in and kiss her, right as Dustin opens your door.

“Hey, Sis!” he boasts.

“D! You need to knock.” you plead with him.

“Sorry, but no time, we gotta go! We have a lead on Vecna.” the news causes both you girls to stand at attention, quickly gathering your things and piling in the car.

“‘Sup lovebirds, Dork.” Steven says as you take your place in the trunk with Robin.

“We are not lovebirds, Harrington.” you roll your eyes at him. Unfortunately in that moment you had a poor choice of words

“We aren’t? I thought that—” whines Robin, her pretty blue eyes widening in shock and hurt.

You grab her face, “No, no, no Birdie, that’s not what I meant. This is new,” you gestures between the two of you “and, I don’t want to jinx anything.” you glare at Steve for causing a stir in your fresh relationship.

Eventually, after picking up Lucas and Max, and recovering Eddie from his latest hideout, you all finally stop the car at… an old, rundown Victorian mansion.

“Why the hell are we here.” your question comes out as a statement.

“Me and Steve did some research at the library. This is where the Creels lived.” Nancy says.

“The homicide family? No. I’ll never ever set foot in there. You can’t make me.” you huff and hold onto the headrest of one of the seats. Unfortunately, your girlfriend manages to convince you that you indeed can do this despite the darkness, and webs, and spiders, and roaches, and creaky floors, and any spirits that may reside in the building. So you release the cushion and take Robin’s hand, allowing her to be your shield of comfort.

And so your group approached the dilapidated home. Slowly you all climb the faulty steps and enter through the doorway that Robin so conveniently opened by defacing the stain glass. You explained as politely as possible, trashing the home of spirits is not going to help at all, but in fact does the exact opposite of causing more trouble. Steve butted in oh-so-nicely saying not to be such a spaz, and in response you literally kicked his ass, forcing him into the house.

“You guys said I’m the ‘occult expert’ of the group outside of the D&D dorks”

You smile at your little brother, he knows you say it with love. “What’s the point if none of you listen to me about this stuff.” of course you don’t receive an answer. But your Birdie apologizes, and you accept knowing that she wasn’t aware. How could she if you can barely get a word in?

You give her a kiss on the cheek and head into the Creel home.

But once you step in, Steve, who was just a few feet ahead of you, is gone. You turn back to check on Robin and the kids, but they’ve disappeared too. The stained glass that was recently shattered is intact as well. You start calling out the names of your companions, hoping for a response.

“Dust?” your call is echoed back to you. You try again with another nickname “Tin-Tin? You there buddy?” same results.

“Nancy?”

“Lucas?”

“Steve!” your resolve weakens, and you start to truly panic. This is a nightmare, you’re daydreaming, you try to tell yourself.

“Maxi!?” once the name of the redhead you adore leaves your lips, you realize what is going on. Vecna sunk his hooks in you. It’s much worse than a nightmare.

Like he can read your mind, well, he actually can read your mind Vecna answers your thoughts of him. “You are so lonely, despite being surrounded by so many.”

Welcome to Hell. You pray that Robin grabs your Walkman and plays your song fast enough.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #henderson!reader #steve harrington #dustin henderson #maxine mayfield #nancy wheeler #stranger things #vecna #vecna’s curse #x reader #gay fluff #gay girl fluff #my writing

[libidomechanica]

“Þe kyngez hym þat þou need that couþly hym met”

With running. And so dirke night of  deaths eternal ecstasy. But selfe one  best. Þe kyngez hym þat þou need that couþly  hym met, if þat oþer was a child  is why see the dark houed, douteless  cloþe þat of love of living therefore men his  own Blood the in stare Aghast surprise.  D falcon, and like that shall be  crumble on þis tyme, in hallows now, Sir Gawan,  a good is it, stafful heterogenes,  than mayn on þat words, lies when  hey, for cartridge, pheasant, long,  unknowing and þus much sweet proved, not even bursts  of a differ as tall sup freends her  Colins “Dance upon it, alas, beauty for  those that the blubred silence and  for has butten that I knows, and  all in þis ilk tyme,” in a knyȝt, least even  animals. What in measured þe ȝere in  youthful, when the mine, bot þaȝ  I bere he grounded in her cool brode he werkes;  a meré mantle of þe burne no cause  that fayre Rose-buds in the bed, techez  me night— where inflamed glory of the  survives; with Psyches neer being nod Sesed  hem a up in long he sky. of they  pleased their shone for a mon doth to  through the love, thou do anythinnes young  arms possess a fathers hous; my metely bisemed  king, the world I chide of Arthures  vnder was the bride. Orn ament a sted in his desperity? —Robin  pride; mournful—but your bedde, gurde had a  worlds way; for soþe— bot welcome he scythes of  graceful quyte snawe snitered þat help us!  The lance of court of the guest,  and secure tarried me, lustye, all mens gainst thy loutez  luflych lords with child; she londe þenne watz  sese nolde, my House, and ȝet her cheeke forbidde  he garden, issue yow to me and waves  so counting and now my cunning him  did himself indeed and plump upon the  names with þe, Catapults, from broȝt  for a miracle of resist.  ne sayde doutherne stony body:  he locks a double will hate, and shame,  and time inclind, welneȝe þer ways, now come spurd may sawe  Phoebus the craued learne we wild: and the  prys wyrde and schot then ither spirit 

that, am I at all the first than  the vaulted of brent my sovereigntee,  by harboring the fled and him  down, and þou schal lenged, and all: while 

them, say Stewart, it say it lay not who  dies, to fight wil, as þe for ay  faythely ȝe kest alofte, þe lord of þe  fayre fyrst my heart made myry more with blows.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #188 texts

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tubbo tommy ranboo and george - trampolines and chaos

this is part 13 to the great adventures series

an: so it’s very clear y/ns love language is spending time with people and physical touch, all love mentioned is platonic

you and ranboo settled in rather quickly. However, there was good and bad news the bad news was you both had to isolate which meant when tubbo would go out with the others the pair of you couldn’t go the good news however, was that it would only be for a week and that you could both spend a lot of time together catching up and talking about anything that came to mind making the pair of you grow close. the pair of you would work on the scrapbook with tubbo, this was your favourite thing to do as ranboo would add his own twist to it and often came up with new ideas, you would both stream together for your twitch channel when tubbo was out and when he would come home you would all stream on ranboos channel. you often found yourself helping ranboo film videos for youtube or help him cook when tubbo was streaming. since you shared a room with ranboo every night you would sit on the couch pulling him close so you could play with his hair whilst a random film would play in the background, today was no different you sat on the couch and put bo Burnham's inside on whilst you waited for him to walk over with a blanket so he could sit in between your legs letting you play with his hair

“your hair got long boo…I’m going to try and plait some of it”

“I couldn’t get a hair cut and you know this”

you laughed quietly to yourself continuing to plait some of his hair he would occasionally sigh and pretend he didn’t like it but it was pretty obvious that he was beginning to relax under your touch, you continued plaiting his hair listening to him quietly sing along to the songs. it was moments like this you both loved and appreciated but would never tell anyone that it happened. it was your little secret.

after five days passed you and ranboo were free to go meet with others again meaning you could finally go out and film the trampoline vlog for tommys channel which you spent the last five days planning. safe to say you were excited, you hadn’t been to a trampoline park in a while. you woke ranboo up at 10 am you didn’t need to worry about tubbo as you heard him walking around talking to his phone it took a few minutes to realise he was doing a Twitter space. tubbo sent you a message earlier to let you know that there was a package for you near the door so once you got ready you went to grab it, inside was a couple of shirts, hoodies and hats from your sample merch you were honestly amazed. ranboo walked up to you grabbing one of the shirts and a hoodie.

“y/n these look great wow”

“I got a couple of each size, find the sizes you want and they’re yours”

a few minutes later ranboo walked back into the room wearing your merch

“mind if I wear it for the vlog”

“of course you can ill be showing it on stream later”

and with that you all made your way to the tubbo and began your journey to the trampoline park, it was a relatively quick trip the three of you spent the entire trip talking about stream and youtube ideas.

as soon as Tommy saw you all walk into the trampoline park he ran over tackling you all into a hug

“Hey guys, how have you been! we’re just waiting for George”

“speak of the devil he’s just arrived..ranboo I am not an armrest”

“sorry y/n it’s not my fault that you’re the perfect height to be one”

a few minutes later you all made your way to the trampolines. this is where the chaos began you all didn’t know where to begin, excitement took over and safety when out the window. you and ranboo challenged each other to see who could jump higher

“CATCH ME RANBOO”

“HUH Y/N”

you jumped from the trampoline you were on into ranboos arms (luckily as if he didn’t catch you, you would have fallen)

“thank you boo”

Tommy dragged you all the area where you had to try and hit the person opposite you off of the plank, you stood laughing as tubbo instantly hit Tommy making him fall

“boooo”

“I’d like to see you do better y/n”

“bet..tubbo get back on”

the pair of you put up a decent fight, Tommy ended up distracting tubbo which allowed you to win, you then went against George and won then ranboo decided to go against you

“…haha hey boo looking awfully tall today”

“you look awfully short today”

you then tried and failed to make him fall ranboo on the other hand was able to make you lose your balance however you weren’t going down on your own so you dragged him down with you. after that you stood in awe watching tubbo do tricks on the trampoline

“look at him go he’s like a gazelle”

“I'm sorry ranboo what gazelles have you been watching”

“you don’t know what I’ve seen y/n”

you laughed as Tommy went up next claiming that he could also do that…he couldn’t.

George noticed a box and attempted to jump over it followed by you who only just managed to jump over it as you got distracted on the run-up, up next was tubbo who jumped over it, Tommy tried to jump over it but ended up rolling over it you stood shaking your head as ranboo went next unsurprisingly he jumped over it easily then lied down on the box

“Hey how’s it going”

you and Tommy had the same idea

“we’re going to jump over you ranboo”

“oh no please don’t- OH GOD”

so you and Tommy failed to jump over him and crashed into him

“hey boo-“

“that didn’t go to plan”

“no, it didn’t”

you and Tommy got up and decided to lie down with him you noticed tubbo at the run-up getting ready to jump over the three of you, you all screamed as tubbo successfully jumped over thou all

“holy shit”

“oooohhhh”

“didn’t doubt you for a minute tubs”

you got up and went over to George who seemed to be having a lovely time on the trampolines, you heard screaming in the background and turned around to see ranboo chasing Tommy who decided that the safest option would be to run headfirst into the wall

“what the fuck is up with him”

you all stood on the inflatable safety hazard not knowing which way it was going to turn, this didn’t go well for any of you as everyone but ranboo (because he was filming) was instantly hit by the inflatable you ended up on the floor you looked up to see ranboo looking down at you

“don’t look at me like that boo”

“you really do amaze me”

“I put a rock in your pocket”

“no- what how”

you couldn’t contain your laughter as ranboo pulled out a rock which you did indeed place in his pocket sometime during the trip. you all decided to try again on the inflatable this time it went slightly better…for less than 30 seconds you got hit and dragged over to tubbo and George who had also been hit

“Hello boys”

a few minutes later you tubbo and ranboo tried again this time it went well for you, you managed to pay attention and ignore ranboo who was shouting that he will beat the machine. well, it went well till ranboo got hit as you found it hilarious which ended up being your downfall as you got distracted.

you all decided to have a totally safe game of dodgeball

“guys it’s like mcc”

you and ranboo looked at each other before yelling about how you both wouldn’t know, you decided to aim at tubbo who was focusing on Tommy which allowed you to hit him multiple times

“Y/N I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS”

you made your way over to him tackling him resulting in you both falling

“We are bee boy”

“I hate you”

“love you too”

after helping tubbo up and aiming at Tommy you heard ranboo yelling

“I just got hit in the balls by tubbo...OW AND Y/N THANKS A LOT”

“you’re welcome my beloved”

you sat with ranboo as the others continued to play dodgeball, he tapped your thigh to get your attention, you turned your head to see him holding part of his glasses

“your other pair is in my bag I’ll go get them”

“I’ll come with you”

after ranboo told the others the pair of you made your way to your bag

“thank you y/n…how did you know I’d break them”

“tubbo and I both carry a spare pair on us just in case. we went out to get them on our way to the airport”

the pair of you made your way to the others who were now stood waiting for you

“Woah what the fuck is this”

tubbo tapped your shoulder and whispered that someone is on their way to explain what it was, a few minutes later one of the workers came over and explained how it works and what to do, you all watched Tommy go up you tubbo and ranboo constantly made jokes about him the entire time, you continued to do this as tubbo went up

“can I clickbait this if you die”

“oooh can i”

ranboo went next you and tubbo both tried to hit him with the dodgeballs from earlier however you both missed you watched as ranboo slid down and looked at you

“sup”

“oh god I’m next”

you went next the entire time you made comments about not letting go

“what if I don’t let go”

“I will personally drag you down”

you looked down to see Tommy pretending to get ready to drag you down

“NO TOMMY”

and with that, you let go

“Hello boys that go fast doesn't it”

George went next and screamed the entire way down you and tubbo looked at each other questioning if you heard the same thing before looking back at George

“Are you okay”

one at a time you all jumped off of the mini wall onto the soft landing below, Tommy landed funny accidentally hurting himself

“Tommy I love you but you’re an idiot”

ranboo went next landing in the same pose as before

“sup”

“stylish..real stylish”

tubbo pushed you off before you even had the chance to jump

“TUBBO I SWEAR TO GOD”

“REVENGE FOR HITTING ME IN DODGEBALL”

the others sat down looking up at you and ranboo who was now stood on the wall looking down on them

“jump”

“okay”

“wait what”

ranboo grabbed your hand and jumped off onto the landing taking you down with him

“Why does this always happen to me why not George or Tommy”

Tommy ran off after asking you all if you all thought he could request a song as he returned you could hear mask beginning to play and Tommy trying to sing along whilst running over to you all. you all then spent a good while messing on the trampolines so Tommy had footage to use for a montage after that you all made your way to some chairs so you could have a minute to relax and have a drink. you sat next to tubbo trying not to laugh as you watched ranboo attempt to drink the water through his mask

“oh wait did you just-“

“now your mask is going to be wet”

tubbo and Tommy ended up running off to get more content for the vlog and George ended up walking off somewhere, ranboo looked at you before welcoming you with open arms, the two of you sat in each other’s embrace watching Tommy and tubbo run around the park.

“you doing okay boo”

“I’m alright a little hot”

“that’s expected I mean you’re literally wearing a hoodie and mask with glasses I’m surprised you can even see when you're on the trampolines”

“I can't”

the two of you sat talking for a few more minutes before going back to the trampolines running, jumping and falling over. 10 minutes later you sat with Tommy watching George definitely do something on the floor, you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to do

“wooo go, George”

“thank you y/n”

at this point, it was clear you were all getting tired you all went off to buy a slush before sitting back down in the chairs you were making your way to sit with tubbo however your dear friend ranboo pulled you down to sit with him

“oh hello”

“hi y/n”

“I have a slush”

“as do i “

before you could speak again you heard Tommy and George messing with a walkie talkie, you sat looking at the two of them not realising that ranboo also had one

“give us more trampolines”

“hi George”

as you didn’t expect this you jumped slightly making ranboo turn his head and laugh

“Jesus christ when did you get that”

“well tubbo gave me it I was going to tell you but I wanted to scare you y/n”

after cooling down you all went to the play area, you found a slide and ran to it ranboo not far behind

“y/n wait for me we can go down together”

“okay go behind me”

ranboo got on behind you and held onto your waist so you didn’t go down without him. Tommy noticed this and wanted to join the chain

“We can go down together”

“alright hop on”

“slide trio”

“tubbo…there’s four of us”

not wanting to be left behind, George decided to join the chain

“is everyone ready”

“no”

“don’t care”

and with that, the five of you made your way down the slide, after this Tommy dragged you all to the mini jump area where you all sat watching George have a great time

“I don’t care about the rules”

“you’re doing great”

you all ended the trip at the inflatable safety hazard again, you sat with ranboo who kept an arm around your waist whilst recording Tommy who was just constantly being hit and knocked over even though he wasn’t playing

“just get out just get out”

“get out get out”

“he’s dying”

“I'm using this for clickbait on stream”

later that night you decided not to stream as you decided that you’d rather spend the night scrapbooking and playing random board games with tubbo and ranboo

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[starlightxsvt]

Cohabitation with the Devil | Chapter 4

pairing ➳ devil!jihoon x female!reader

genre ➳ little bit of horror, crack, enemies to lovers, fluff, eventual smut.

word count ➳ 2.2k

warnings ➳ cursing, blood, stabbing, (nothing too gore), some stalking ig, a little bit of violence, religious talks which are completely inaccurate (i made it up, don't read if you are offended), hoshi being offended cuz he has been called a hamster!!!, they finally smooch in this episode yisss 😳

summary ➳ somehow an entity ends up in your house and it isn't planning on leaving anytime soon. you know trouble comes in many forms but you never thought it would come to you in the form of a rather short but devilishly handsome, extremely annoying demon.

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"So have you thought of a plan to get rid of him?" Hoshi asks as he pops a fry into his mouth. Sighing you follow in suit before shaking your head no.

"I don't think it's possible to get rid of him without banging him." You murmur chewing on the cold slice of potato.

"Maybe a priest could help," Seokmin pipes up from beside you.

"I doubt it," you murmur. "That thing fears nothing.

"Gosh, I can't believe he called me a hamster. The more I think about it the angrier I get," Hoshi murmurs to himself as he wipes his fingers using a napkin. You roll your eyes. Your friend will never be ready to hear it but he indeed, represents a hamster but you're not mean enough to burst his tiger obsession bubble.

"Maybe you should move out," Seokmin makes a suggestion. You let out a puff of air, "It's not gonna work. He said we are like...attached. Where I go, he goes."

"Damn."

"I can't believe we have a fucking demon stuck up our asses," Hoshi murmurs. You jab him playfully, "You mean my ass."

"Maybe you should just have sex with him. I mean...it's the only solution no?" Seokmin says innocently. You glare at him.

"I won't be having sex with a demon!" You hiss.

"Oh come on, ___. How bad can it be? I mean he's a nasty creature so I'm sure you're gonna have a good time-" before he can finish you grab your bag and get up from the seat, taking quick steps away from the canteen.

"Bye idiots."

-

When you come home, Jihoon isn't there, much to your surprise and relief. You wait a few minutes for him to pop out of nowhere and when he doesn't a small smile spreads onto your face.

Maybe he got tired of you and left.

Happily you get on with your chores and after a very productive day, when it's late into the night, you sit down in front of the TV with your favourite snacks, ready to catch up on your shows.

A sudden sound from your kitchen puts you alert mode as you jump from the couch and peer towards the source.

Your face falls in disappointment.

Jihoon has appeared out of thin air and is taking out a packet of snack from your cabinet, happily munching on the crispy treat while strolling towards the living room, like what he just did was completely normal.

"Hey 'sup? Miss me baby?" He throws a cheeky grin at you before taking the seat next to you.

"You're back?" You whisper in dismay.

"I'm back? You didn't think I left for good, did you?" He chuckles.

"Why the hell are you back! Go back to wherever you have been all day!"

"Hell? Aw, no that's not fun. Also, I live here, darling.

"Excuse me?" You seethe. "You live here? Let's see, you don't pay a fucking penny for the rent, you don't help me with any chores, you don't clean the house instead only trash it and you- you've the audacity to say you live here?!"

"Damn, you're stressed. You must have really missed me," He muses to himself, busy stuffing his mouth with food and watching the TV.

The anger you feel is beyond anything. So strong that it drains you and you fall back on the sofa, groaning loudly while pulling at your hair. "Is there really no way to get rid of you without sex?!"

"Mhmm, no other way. I'm gonna be with you even after death."

"What! That means I'm going to hell?!" You sit upright, eyeing him with blown out pupils.

"Or heaven. We'll know when you actually die," he says nonchalantly. "What do you mean? How can you visit me in heaven?" You frown only to see a salacious smirk grace the demon's lips. "Well, you see, I have a free pass there."

"What!"

He laughs at your reaction. "Yeah, the higher ranking demons are graced with the power to enter heaven. Just to visit though, we cannot use our powers there."

"Why...why would you visit heaven?" You whisper warily. He gives you a teasing smile, "To make deals or discuss anything important or related to the orders of heaven and hell with Him."

"Him? You make deals with God?!" You yell.

"Yeah. Something like that." He replies calmly. You sit in silence, somewhat shocked. You don't ask for any more information despite your curiosity because you aren't sure how much you are allowed to know.

"Well," you clear your throat. "I'm gonna prepare for bed, I had a long day."

"Aw, want me to sing you a lullaby? Or even better we can just have s-"

"Good fucking night." You glare at him, flustered, before marching away from the room.

-

Next morning when you wake up Jihoon has once again disappeared but to your utter surprise, you find your living room clean when you expected it to be a complete mess because of Jihoon's snacking last night and since you had left your dinner leftovers on the table. Instead you find the dishes done, table wiped and even a cup of coffee prepared for you with a note that says-

Since you were complaining I did nothing around the house, I took pity on you. I'll be late today. Don't miss me too much baby ;)

Also, don't worry, I didn't poison your coffee. Can't have you getting hurt, sweetheart.

A scoff escapes your lips as you read the note before a grin appears on your face which you can't help. Tentatively you sip on your coffee and when you deem that it tastes usual, you start preparing for class, a happy smile etched to your face.

For the first time, you don't find Jihoon so annoying. If he helps you with chores and everything, it wouldn't be too bad to have him as a roommate.

-

After finishing your classes and having lunch with Hoshi and Seokmin, you visit the library with all your study materials, ready to catch up on the pending classworks and assignments. You get so immersed into your work that you don't even realize hours have passed and night has fallen, until a library employee taps on your table to let you know that they are closing.

Surprised, you look at your watch and realize it's eight in the evening. Embarrassed, you scurry out of the place with your belongings and wonder how you couldn't keep track of your time.

Nevertheless, you let out a satisfied sigh as you have managed to finish all of your tasks so you happily walk towards your home, humming a tune while following the shortcut of a back alley.

You're too lost in your thoughts that at first, you don't realize someone is following you. Your suspicions grow when you realize there is a man behind you who has been following you for some time and he seems to be getting closer each minute. You don't have the guts to turn around and take a look at him so you increase your pace, hyperaware of his presence as he increases his pace too.

Fuck.

He's definitely following you.

Swallowing, you try your best to keep walking, determined to get to a crowded road or a supershop. You take a quick turn and keep walking but after a few moments you realize that nobody is behind you now so you stop and let out a huge breath.

Shit, was he not a creep then?

Or did you imagine that whole thing?

No that is not possible. Chewing on your lip you frown wondering what just happened and just as you are about to turn around and keep walking, you come face to face with the man.

A scream of surprise escapes your mouth as you stumble and land on your ass, watching as the man, dressed in black takes slow steps towards you while you keep crawling backwards.

He raises his head and with the help of the light from the street lamp, you make out his face, a scar on his cheek and an evil grin on his face. From his pocket he produces a small knife and a choked breath leaves your face as your back meets a wall.

Fuck.

You're done for.

"Stop running, little lady. Let's have some fun," the man drawls, his voice scratchy and a whisper of plea falls from your lips as you raise your arms instinctively while the man takes large steps towards you.

You were expecting to be grabbed by your hair or maybe stabbed but nothing of that sort happens as a cry pierces through the air. You open your eyes to see Jihoon choking the man, one hand wrapped around his throat as he raises him in the air before turning to look at you, "You alright?" He asks.

"Y-yeah." Your voice comes out as a whisper.

Jihoon drops the man on the ground suddenly before kicking his stomach a few times. He then takes the knife from his hand and in the blink of an eye, stabs it straight into the man's right hand.

His agonized cry echoes throughout the alley.

"Jihoon! Oh my god! Stop!" You manage to stand up and run towards him, trying to pull him away from the now groaning and bleeding man.

Jihoon looks at you boredly, "What? He deserved it. Do you know how many people he hurt?" You let out a shaky breath while dragging him away, "Okay, that's enough, let's go. Please."

Giving one last kick on the man's face, Jihoon follows you as he wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and silently you walk back to your apartment.

-

"How did you know I was in danger?" You ask quietly as you take a seat next to Jihoon on the sofa after you have showered and dried your hair. "Let's just say I know things. I felt that you were in danger," he replies, serving you some ramen from the pot that he so graciously has cooked. You accept the bowl from him and take a bite. He watches you for a while before asking, "Did you get hurt anywhere?"

"I have some scratches on my palms. It nothing serious."

Nodding, he serves himself some ramen too.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"It's alright. I like my stuffs untouched." He throws you a teasing smile and despite the situation you snort. "So, I'm your stuff, now? Shouldn't it be the other way around? I summoned you so you are my stuff."

"I guess that works too," he smiles while stuffing the noodles into his mouth. You finish your portion and set the bowl down, murmuring, "And thanks for what you did earlier in the morning...you know, the dishes, making me coffee. And thanks for the ramen too."

Jihoon turns his head towards you, a brow raised as he silently gawks at you. "You know this the first time you're being nice to me." He says.

You roll your eyes, "Do you not like it? Okay, I'll be mean from now-"

"No, I like it very much." Jihoon licks his lips. For a brief moment his eyes travel towards your lips but you aren't sure if it really happened or was it just your imagination. "You know we could get along very well." He comments softly.

"Yeah," you reply. "If you were cooperative. Like today, you know."

Jihoon laughs softly before a comfortable silence overtakes you two. He finishes his ramen while you sit next to him, fiddling with the shirt of your pajama set and observing the little scratches on your palms.

It doesn't hurt anymore but it is sensitive to touch.

Busy in your thoughts, you don't realize Jihoon is looking at you when suddenly he reaches for your hands to observe the little marks.

Your heart beat skyrockets and your face heats up.

What is wrong with you? Why are you feeling like this? Or is he doing something to you?

Holding your breath you watch as he runs his fingers over your palm softly. You hear him murmur, "I should have come sooner."

His words make you swoon. Before you can stop yourself you whisper, "It's okay. I'm all right. You saved me."

His eyes meet yours, his expression calm yet somewhat stressed. As if it's a staring competition, you two hold each others gaze breathlessly. With the softest movements which you don't register at first, he leans towards your face, eyes on your lips before cupping your cheek with one hand and tilting your face.

Like a programmed robot you close your eyes and anticipate for his lips and when they finally press against yours, you almost feel like exploding.

Gently, at first, he kisses you before you let out a moan which eggs him further and his grip becomes stronger on your cheek. His tongue enters your mouth and he takes his time ravishing you completely before pulling back with a soft sigh.

He watches you with a heated look for a while before leaning away and grabbing the bowls from the center table and standing up.

"That's enough for one night. Don't wanna push you too hard, sweetheart." He smirks at you.

He leaves you on your own, frozen in shock, some excitement perhaps and the thoughts of the fact that he just kissed you.

Jihoon, the demon, kissed you. And you enjoyed it.

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[wylan-van-moonlight]

He's like the love of my life

lil wesper one shot I have been procrastinating posting. (along with many piano assignments.) but hope you guys enjoy my lil gay men

     Wylan sat in English class, he was doodling on his notebook instead of taking notes. Every once in a while he looked up and fixed his curls, it was like a bird's nest on top of his head. Not brown, red, not straight like sticks. Curly, every morning he had to get up super early to make sure his hair didn't look like a giant mess. Every morning he woke up before the sun rose, sometimes he wouldn't even fall asleep, and styled to make sure it looked good. Most of the time his hair looked like a mess before school even started. 

He would always doodle someone who looked how he felt, how he looked, and what he thought everyone else saw. Most of the time he doesn't pay any attention to class and just draws, but one time he got in trouble for drawing, he made an excuse saying he can't pay attention if he doesn't do something. Which was very false. Nobody knew of this, except for this one kid, Jesper Fahey. The pinnacle of the stupid kids. Jesper and Wylan had gotten pretty close, even during class they would talk. He made Wylan smile, and every time he thought of Jesper his heart skipped a beat. His friends demanded that he had a crush on Jesper, but Wylan would always say, "I'm straight!" which was false. Wylan always knew he wasn't into dating girls, but when Jesper took off his coat in English class the first day Wylan had fallen in love. The way the shirt curved his muscles, the way his skin went with the neon colours even though everyone knew nobody could pull it off. Jesper somehow always shocked Wylan with the new things he would wear. Wylan would daydream about dating Jesprr on a regular basis, during lunch Wylan had to try his best not to stare at Jesper with moon eyes, most of the time it worked, one day Jesper had caught Wylan looking at him and Wylan flushed pink. Ever since then the tension between them was different, they would talk, go to the library together, do projects, homework, and random other stuff together. 

"Sup," Jesper said. He interrupted Wylan's normal daydream about him. "You look like you're thinking about someone and I don't know who."

"Hey," Wylan said, his face going pink again. He hated the way Jesper always made him blush. "I'm thinking about no one."

"Suspicious merchling," Jesper stumbled across the words. Wylan laughed at Jesper. "Oh shut up, you yell at me when I make a mistake. Stop laughing!"

"I can't," Wylan laughed. "You're so confident in literally everything you do, but when you talk to me you go like this random girl who's awkward, you go like me. On every stupid time you talk to me." 

"Not every time," Jesper admitted.

"No Jes," Wylan pushed his curls up. Saints I need a haircut, he thought. "Every time." 

Jesper scoffed and threw a note up into the air then hit it across the room quickly. He mouthed a few words then returned back to his notes. The bell rang and Wylan quickly packed up for lunch and ran outside. 

"Hey," Jesper said, yelling at him. "Slow down!" 

"What?" Wylan said, sitting down at a tree.

Jesper sat beside him, "Wylan, I like you okay?"

"As a friend?" He had to admit, he was confused. Yes, he was one of the smartest kids in school but he didn't understand feelings. 

"No, as a boyfriend type thing," Jesper said, he started playing with his fingers.

"I thought you were straight?" Wylan said, eating his sandwich. Jesper laughed at this. "Okay, fine, laugh at me."

"No, Wylan, I am clearly not straight," Jesper said laughing.

"Or straightforward," Wylan whispered.

"What the hell does straightforward mean?" Jesper said. He grabbed one of Wylan's grapes.

"It basically means that you have trouble understanding things," Wylan said. I guess I'm pretty straightforward then, Wylan thought.

"That indeed I am,' Jesper laughed. Jesper faced Wylan and he looked at Wylan's skin. 

"What?" Wylan said. 

"It looks so soft," Jesper said, he touched Wylan's hand. Wylan looked at him, he put his hand up to Jesper's face. 

"Is it that soft?" Wylan said. He went on his knees closer to Jesper. Jesper put his hand up and touched Wylan's face. Wylan panicked and kissed Jesper. Jesper moved his hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, giving him any chance to let go. But he didn't, he drew closer, he felt Jesper's body heat against his, he felt the warmth of Jesper’s lips moving against his. He smiled, after a few minutes they broke apart. 

"It is that soft," Jesper said after they broke apart. Wylan sat back down trying to breath, his heart was pounding, his mind was racing. 

"Tha- I-," Wylan stuttered. He didn't know what to think, all he wanted was Jesper. He put his hand on Jesper's chest, feeling his heart pound. I'm not the only one, he thought. His heart didn't slow down for a long time. They sat in silence, Jesper eating his grapes, and Wylan eating his sandwich. Every once in a while Jesper put a grape in Wylan's mouth and that would make his heart skip a beat. He had to admit, "if this was like us dating, it wouldn't be so bad." 

"That's what I've been saying," Jesper grinned, this made Wylan smile. Jesper put his hand on Wylan's waist, pulling him closer as they walked into the school. "Stop wiggling tiger."

Wylan flushed pink, "Tiger?" 

"Yes," Jesper kissed Wylan's ear. He put his backpack away for class and grabbed his school books with Jesper watching him. 

The bell rang as Wylan was walking into history, an arm pulled him outside, Jesper pushed him up against a wall and kissed his neck. 

"Jes," Wylan whispered. He let Jesper kiss him, he kissed back whenever Jesper kissed his lips. "Let's go somewhere else."

"Good idea," Jesper whispered. "I know just the place."  He dragged Wylan to behind the bleachers, a football practice was going on but they didn't care. Wylan laid down on the ground, trying to get comfortable. Jesper took off his shirt and put it behind Wylan's head. Wylan looked at his chest, taking in his muscles, everything that his tight shirts went smoothly across. Wylan's heart started pounding, he took off his sweater and Jesper took off his other shirt and started to kiss his stomach. "Are you okay with this?" Jesper asked, his tone curious.

Wylan nodded, "I don't want to go too far."

"Of course," Jesper said. "What's too far?"

"Naked," Wylan admitted. 

"We won't get that far," Jesper winked. Wylan's heart started to slow down, he kissed Jesper and smiled. He let his emotions get the better of him for this one time. After the practice was over Jesper decided it was time they were done. They put their shirts back on in silence. "Let's not tell anyone, you know, about… this."

"Yeah," Wylan thought about it. It would be good if they had a secret relationship, they could still be friends, no one would suspect a thing. "I agree." 

"Good," Jesper grabbed his bag and started to head back into school. Wylan made sure his shirt and sweater was on properly, once they were Wylan walked into school, making sure no one suspected anything. No one noticed him, he always wondered what would happen if he just stopped talking. He never told anyone about it, and if he did he wouldn't tell his dad. He would tell Jesper. He found a safe haven in Jesper, he didn't judge Wylan based on anything.

School ended and Wylan walked outside, the rain pushing his curls into his face. He heard someone call his name and he turned around and saw Jesper running up to him. Once he reached Wylan he tripped, Wylan started wheezing. 

"Stop!" Jesper said getting up. 

"Sorry," Wylan said trying to stop laughing, "What?" 

"I don't care who knows about us," Jesper said, his voice steady. "I don't care if your stupid father doesn't know your gay, because frankly, I'm in love with you. I know that seems fast, but ever since I first saw you, you made my heart skip a beat, everytime you push those stupid curls put of your face makes me fall in love with you more." Jesper started crying, he looked at Wylan through his tear stained face, he had Wylan's hands in his. "I love you Wylan Van Eck, more than anyone could snuggle their way into my heart, and-"

Wylan cut him off, he kissed Jesper, putting his arms around his neck, "I love you too Jesper Fahey." Jesper pulled him closer, putting his hands on Wylan's waist. Wylan laughed and put his forehead on Jesper's chest. He felt Jesper kiss his head, he smiled and heard a bunch of claps. He looked up and saw most of the school, he dug his face into Jesper's jacket, smiling.

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STARTING POST

>12:40 am

Video starts.

In front of the camera in Chica, still fixing it in place.

🧁"Slightly over... Ah! Hii! Welcome to our blog! Oh this is so cool! I was able to convince the company to make this so we can interact with fans! I told them it'd be 'good for marketing' and they immediately accepted, tehe! Anyways-! I'm getting distracted, I'm Glamrock Chica! You already knew that. But, enough about me! I should introduce everyone else! Especially Freddy! Hold on!"

She leaves her greenroom, and goes over to Freddy's, knocking on the door.

🧁"Freddyyyy! Can I come in?"

🎤"Of course."

Freddy opens the door for her.

🎤"....I assume that you were... Doing something for that advertising thing, Chica...?"

She waves and nods.

🧁"Mhm! Say hi to the camera!"

Freddy looks to the camera.

🎤"Hello. I am... well- none other than Freddy Fazbear. It is very nice to be able to do this. ....I wish that kid could see this." He whispers to himself, just barely enough for the microphone to register.

🧁"Isn't this so exciting? It's too bad you're not allowed to leave your room..."

🎤"It is exciting, indeed.... I hope staff lets me leave soon-"

🧁"I hope so too! Hmm, well, I'm going to go introduce the others! Later Freddy!"

🎤"...Goodbye, Chica."

She waves as she leaves, and heads for Roxy's greenroom. She knocks on the door.

🧁"Roxy! Can I come in?"

🏁"Egh?"

Roxy opens the door.

🏁"Oh, hey Chica. What are you doing here?"

🧁"Rememberrr that blog thing I was talking about? Well, I was able to convince the company to let me go through with it! So right now, I'm kinda introducing everyone! Say hi!"

🏁"Oh, sweet! Half wasn't expecting it to work. Ahem Hey. As you know, I'm Roxanne Wolf, the greatest racer ever! If you have any questions for me (or any fanmail because I'm the best), feel free to send!"

🧁"That was great!"

🏁"Yeah, well, I'm the best, heheh."

🧁"Well, I'm going to fiiiind Monty! Bye Roxy!"

🏁"Seeya."

Chica goes over to Monty's room, and knocks.

🧁"Monty! Can you come out?"

🌟"?"

He opens the door.

🌟"Why couldn't you come in?"

🧁"Beeeecause the camera wouldn't see anything!"

🌟"Oh."

🧁"Soooo I was able to go through with that blog thing, aand I want you to introduce yourself!"

🌟"Introduce myself, eh? Well, don't mind if I do. The name's Montgomery Gator, but of course," He tilts down his glasses. "You can just call Monty. Pretty sweet we're able to do this."

🧁"Isn't it??"

>12:55

It's the end of the hour, and the power in the facility shuts down.

🧁"... Oh no."

🌙 "Heeeeellooooo..."

Chica and Monty look over to the daycare attendant right in front of them.

🧁"... Moon.."

He comes closer to them.

🌙"What are you doiiiingggg, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"

🧁"Oh, we never told you about this, have we?"

🌙"Tell me about whattttttttt....?"

🧁"Sooo I get permission to start this blog thing! So fans can interact with us!"

🌙 "......Blog....? ...F........ Fans....?"

🧁"Mmhm!"

🌟"Ey moon man! Come join us! Introduce yourself!"

Again, he comes closer to them.

🌙"Introduce myself? Oookay~ IIIIII am the Moon~ The Daycare Attendant~ I come out in the night and make sure that rules are followed..."

He looks at Chica, then to Monty.

🌙"I also like seeing the others' reactions to me, heheheeeee... ....Fans...??"

🧁"There! Now you're part of the blog!"

🌟"Congrats moon man."

🌙"Thank you, heheheh~ Fans..? Fans??"

>1 am

The power snaps back on. Moon covers his eyes.

🌙"Oh... oh- I guess the Sun's coming back now.."

Chica turns the camera away.

🌟"Uhh, why are-"

🧁"Shh! Privacy!"

☀️"HMM? HMMMMMM? WHERE DID HE LEAVE ME THIS TIME?"

Chica turns the camera back to see Sun.

🧁"Heyyy!"

🌟"Sup Sun man."

Sun sees the camera.

☀️"OOOO?? WHAT ARE WE DOING??? MAKING A MOOOOOVIE?"

She shakes her head.

🧁"That would be pretty cool though! I got permission to make this blog thing so we can interact with fans! Come on, introduce yourself!"

☀️"OOOOOOoOOOOOO! HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I'M SUN!!! OR- OR SUNNY!!!!! IIIII'MM ONE OF THE DAYCARE ATTENDANTS, ALONG WITH MOON!!!!! NICE TO MEET YOU!!!!"

🧁"There! Perfect!"

☀️"YAYYY!"

🧁"Now, there's ooone more I should bring on here..."

☀️"WHO?? WHO??????"

🧁"The security lady!"

🌟"Ey Sun, why don't I get you back to the daycare?"

He looks at Monty.

☀️"oKAY-!!"

🧁"Bye, you two!"

🌟"Seeya Chics."

☀️"GOOODBYEEEEE!"

The camera cuts to in front of the security office Vanessa is in.

🧁"Vanessaaa~ Peek-a-boo~"

🔦"What."

🧁"Can you open the door first? I don't want to talk to you through a door!"

Vanessa opens the door. Chica waves.

🧁"Heyy!"

🔦"What do you want."

🧁"Sooo I got permission to make this blog thing! And, even though you're not part of everything, I want you to be on it!"

🔦"... Fine."

🧁"Yes! Come on, introduce yourself!"

🔦"I'm.... Vanessa. The night guard kf the place."

🧁"... Is that all?"

🔦"... Yes."

🧁"Hmm... Well, alright!"

THE PIZZAPLEX IS OPEN FOR QUESTIONS!

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[ushiwakatrash]

Payback is a bad bitch

Pairing: Ushijima x f!reader, Tendou x f!reader

Warnings: Making out, Cheating, cursing, slight angst

Word count: 1.7k

So I came across this idea when I was scrolling through my fyp on Tiktok and I wanted to write about it so bad. The idea belongs to rand0m.p0vz_anime on Tiktok! I hope you all enjoy reading ♥

School was going pretty normally and (Y/n) was striding down the halls of the glorious Shiratorizawa to go pick up her best friend from his class. 

She spotted the crazy red head and called for him. Tendou immediately grabbed his things and said his farewells to his classmates. Since their first year, they had always been together but this year’s class ranking separated them.

Tendou couldn’t keep up his balance of sports and school which resulted to his grades dropping just a wee bit. (Y/n), despite being the strategist of the girl’s volleyball team had no hard time in excelling in both the academic and athletic field. 

Her dedication to the sport and her talent managed to get her a boyfriend, who by the way, was the captain of her best friend’s team. And because even the demon coach Washijo himself had acknowledged her smarts, she had often paid trips to the men’s gym-- where Ushijima had laid eyes on her.

Wakatoshi and (Y/n) got together during their second year. The stoic and intimidating captain had a blush on his face when he asked the girl out. The proposal had a bouquet of flowers and small pricey chocolate to add to the romance. 

People who saw the cooed at how a girl could melt the captain’s coldness and things went uphill from there. Tendou was of course happy for both of his best friends but he couldn’t help but feel a small tingle in his chest every time he’s reminded of it all.

Speaking of Ushijima, they were on the way to his class when (Y/n)’s phone vibrated. The captain just sent a message saying that he had a meeting with the captain of the girl’s volleyball club and he couldn’t eat with them. 

(Y/n) did not like the sound of a meeting with that smug faced bitch but what could she do, right? The duo went to the cafeteria to grab food and sat at their usual table. The seats around them slowly got occupied by other members of the men’s vball team and only the captain was missing.

You had gotten close to the team having spent time with the others during practice as well. At first the members were just curious what kind of genius you are to add to their curiosity, what kind of girl could easily catch the captain’s heart?

Their curiosity then bloomed into an unexpected friendship where you all became one heck of a family. “Oh right (Y/n), where’s the captain?” (Y/n) frowned a little before answering. “He said he had a meeting with the girl’s volleyball team’s captain, Semi-Semi.”

The setter’s face scrunched as he sent an accusing glare towards a smirking Tendou. “Stop teaching her shit you jackass!” “But Semi-Semi is fun to tease!” The others laughed but a few noticed your stiff mood.

“You alright, (Y/n)? Looks like something’s ticking you off” “No I’m good. Thanks for asking, Yamagata-san” A small smile was sent to the libero’s way and he shrugged it off and kept on with his meal.

Of course being the bestest best friend he is, Tendou already knew what was wrong and it only took a glance from him to tell her that he knew. (Y/n) just shook her head slightly to acknowledge that what he thought was right.

(Y/n) stood up from her seat and said her goodbyes to the team as break period was almost over. Tendou followed and walked her to her class. “You know Satori, being a guess monster must be quite the reputation, huh? You can even read me” you giggle at your statement and he follows suit. “I think I’ve known you for long enough to figure out how your mind works”

“Yeah yeah. See you later at practice Satori. I’ll come pick you up again.” “See ya (Y/n)-chan! I’ll be waiting!” with your last waves, you both went to your respective classes.

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The last bell finally rung and it was about time for everyone to release the sighs they’ve been keeping in the past hours. You took your time in stretching before getting up and packing your stuff.

“Any longer and weeds might start growing from where I stand, (Y/n)-chan!” Oh you knew that voice all too well. “Satori, I thought I told you I’ll come pick you up instead?” Tendou entered your classroom, took your bag and swung it over his shoulder. “Let’s go shorty, Coach Washijo might make me run laps again if we’re late”

“Oh, I forgot how strict the old man was with you, he’s so nice and gentle with me” You stuck out a tongue at him and he made faces in return. “Have you talked to Toshi today? He wasn’t answering my texts.” That’s when Tendou began to think. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t heard from him either.”

As they made their way to the men’s gym, a familiar back could be seen from where they were standing. Even if she only saw a glimpse, (Y/n) knew well that it was her lover’s back. What she didn’t expect was another pair of feet just a few inches away from Ushijima’s.

With trembling hands (Y/n) quietly went near with Tendou trailing not far behind. With the right view of the angle, it was clear as a day that the captains of the girl and boy’s volleyball team were locking lips.

Tendou could feel the rage seeping from his best friend and for once, he was scared of her. The guess monster couldn’t tell what his captain was thinking and why would he waste the girl he’s always wanted? He was all for supporting the captain whenever he could but things may start to change today.

(Y/n) calmed herself and took deep breaths. Making a scene would do nothing but harm her reputation. So instead of throwing a fit, she let out a loud chuckle. “Oh hey, ‘sup?”

The two captains were caught by surprised but Ushijima was quick to recover. Before (Y/n) or Tendou could say anything, Ushijima spoke first. “It was just a kiss, (Y/n), no need to be dramatic.”

If Tendou could beat the shit out of the olive haired man in front of him, he would but it wasn’t his call to make. A nonchalant expression painted (Y/n)’s face before she swiftly placed her arms around Satori’s neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“(Y/n), what the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” The captain’s voice had a mix of jealousy, anger and nervousness in his tone. Tendou had wide eyes but quickly melted into the kiss he has been dreaming for so long, even if it was in a situation like this.

To fuel the fire, (Y/n) reached to tug on the red head’s roots and deepened the kiss by sliding her tongue to explore Tendou’s mouth. Small grunts were made by both parties and by the time their lips parted, a small string of saliva could be seen.

Ushijima did not take his eyes off his girl. She used to do that with him, she would give the best kisses, be it soft or heated ones just like what he witnessed in front of him. Everything he had slipped out of his grasp because of his own stupidness.

“Calm down Ushijima, it was just a kiss, no need to be dramatic.” His words backfired on him and now his mind was a complete mess. “Damn Wakatoshi-kun, I didn’t know your girl could kiss that good. If I knew, then I would have snagged her a long time ago” Tendou didn’t mean what he said, or maybe that’s what he wanted himself to believe.

“I gotta admit Satori, you’re kinda tasty, I couldn’t resist myself. I mean after all, it’s just a kiss. Nothing to get worked up about” She walked towards Ushijima with her head held high. She tilted her head and inched it towards his as if she was going to indulge him with a kiss.

A few inches before their lips could meet, she let out a small sarcastic smile “Oh sorry I almost forgot how dirty your lips became!” (Y/n) cocked her head to the side to take a good look at the captain of the girl’s volleyball team who was quiet all through out the encounter. “Oh and you, enjoy my sloppy seconds! Enjoy him all you want ‘cause he’s all yours now!” She smiled sweetly before turning around.

Wakatoshi couldn’t bear but grab her hand to stop her from leaving. She just gave a confused look “Huh, are you dense or are you just fucking dumb? We’re over fuckface. Oh sorry, I meant Ushijima”.

The captain cringed at the word and for once hated his family name. “It’s Wakatoshi. Please wait, let me explain!” His hand gripped hers even tighter and for Tendou, it was the last straw. 

“Hey cap, hands off. She’s not your girl anymore” “Wow, you really want me to spell it out for you, huh Ushijima-san? We’re done. I’m breaking up with you. I’m not your girlfriend anymore. There, what else should I say? God, you’re so fucking dumb!”

Tendou slung an arm around your shoulder and you gave a last glance to your now ex, back still facing him. “I quit being the strategist for both teams. Thet’s final. We gotta go. I hope I don’t see your faces around!” (Y/n) fully turned around and held up a hand to sign a goodbye.

“Thanks Satori, sorry about kissing you without asking you first. It was nice though” Tendou smiled at this, his friend was far stronger than he had ever imagined. 

It was not a good time but he still had to shoot his shot. “S-say (Y/n), wanna hang in my place. We can maybe uh... continue where we left off a while ago, or somethin” It was rare to see Tendou flustered and the look on his face right now was priceless.

A genuine hearty chuckle sang from (Y/n)’s mouth. “You sure you can handle me, big boy?” She teasingly traced his jaw with her finger. They linked pinkies and headed towards the Tendou household.

A bitter taste was left in Ushijima’s mouth. It was real, he really lost everything. His team would also be greatly affected by it. The worst part of it all, your pained, hurt face was sure to haunt him. He was the biggest idiot indeed. 

After losing their best strategist, they lost to Karasuno. On a brighter note, Tendou won something far better than anyone ever could. 

He found his paradise.

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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

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[18+] Words of pleasure - Law x F!Reader - Part 5

[No spoilers] [Modern AU - College AU] [She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] Words : 6269 Archive of our own

Warning : Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Control / Stranger / Flirting / Aftercare / Awkwardness … If you feel like I should add more warnings, send me a dm or and ask

– Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

You: Sup doc, got home safely?

[You sent an attachment]

I chuckled for a second, making myself laugh at the picture of the crazy scientist from Back to the Future I had sent. Then when I looked at it more than five seconds, I just regretted it. “I should have flirted. I should have asked him if he was free soon. But I did that. Wow.” Gathering my stuff, I was expecting him to be asleep but received an answer in no time.

 Trafalgar Law 😷: I’ll admit it’s creative real first text. But don’t send me that shit again, I’m not an old man.

You: Hey, it’s hilarious. You mad because you asked me to call you doc and now you regret it.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I just hope you won’t see that in your head when you’ll think of me, it can easily become a turn off, I think.

You: Damn, what if I’m into older men?

Trafalgar Law 😷: Lucky for you I’m older, then. Why are you still awake?

Trafalgar Law 😷: You should sleep, it’s late and you seemed tensed the entire evening.

You: You’re worried about me? How cute, I thought you were just looking to dick me down.

You: But I’m going to sleep soon, don’t worry hot stuff, I was just showering before bed.

You: Who knows, maybe I’ll dream of you 😉

 I read my message over, and over and as I saw him type and stop a few times I was quick to send another one.

 You: Yeah, ignore that. I’m tired, I’m not pushy promised. But you should sleep too, beauty sleep and all.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Depending on the kind of dreams you’re having, I’ll gladly join you.

Trafalgar Law 😷: You’re cute. I’ll sleep in a few. I still have some things to do, I’ll be sure to send you a text in the morning to ask you what you dreamed of.

You: Right, bold of you to assume I remember my dream. And that I’d share them with you.

You: But please go to bed, it’s getting super late.

[Trafalgar Law 😷sent an attachment]

Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m in bed, don’t worry.

 It was stupid, but I did laugh. He was sitting against his pillows, the simple black bed panel behind him. His hair was a lot messier than usual, but he did not look sleepy one bit. And he was still wearing his dress shirt, which clearly was in no way a pajama.

 You: Funny. You’re a funny guy Trafalgar Law, wow. You’re lucky you’re hot

You: You’re still fully dressed, that’s not going to sleep to me.

Trafalgar Law 😷: If you want to see me naked so bad, you have to work for it.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I did say I’d enjoy you on your knees, it seems like a good place to start. But, all in due time, right?

 Chuckling at his text, I bid him a good night without replying to his innuendo which was more than an innuendo, really. Hopefully, an unspoken promise of a goodtime. I left the bathroom feeling a bit funny inside and put the toy away before sitting back on the bed. I was wearing a large shirt so that I could show my legs if the HandSurgeon asked and sat with my legs crossed on the bed before typing.

 Edelweiss: Back!

HandSurgeon: Your lap is pretty red; how does it feel?

Edelweiss: it’s alright, a bit sore but I like it, it reminds me of yeah… the discipline so yeah, it’s ok

HandSurgeon: Cute, you enjoyed it quite a lot. Maybe you could take more next time if you feel like it.

HandSurgeon: But it’d mean you’d have disobeyed, which you won’t do. Correct?

Edelweiss: yes, I won’t. Sorry…

HandSurgeon: It’s alright, doll.

HandSurgeon: Is there something you enjoyed more this session? Or did not at all?

 Trying to remember the things he had said during the session, I was going to tell him that everything was good until I remembered that small thing he said, that I did not particularly enjoy. I didn’t know if he was going to tell me to just get on with it and try to enjoy it or anything but trusting he wouldn’t get mad I wrote down.

 Edelweiss: I really enjoyed your voice… that’s for sure but I didn’t enjoy being called a bitch in heat?

Edelweiss: it was alright right now though, but I don’t know, I didn’t vibe.

Edelweiss: sorry if you’re more of a degrader than praiser

HandSurgeon: I am sorry, I am indeed more used to be a bit rougher with my partner. I’ll be more careful next time, don’t hesitate to tell me if you don’t like something I do.

HandSurgeon: This is an exchange, we’re both in to enjoy it and have fun. And while I usually degrade, I am very much enjoying telling you how good you are. Even more so seeing how well you react.

HandSurgeon: You did good telling me your color, very good.

HandSurgeon: I believe edging was not in your list, but how did you enjoy it?

Edelweiss: soooo frustrating! And embarrassing to beg alright? But in a good way I guess… a very good way

 Pondering a bit more, I was curious. If we were giving feedbacks and asking questions, I could give it a go.

 Edelweiss: were you annoyed? That I touched myself.

HandSurgeon: Yes. I was. If I had you next to me, I would have brought you to my bed. I would have had you kneeling in the center, with that egg still inside you. The had you stripped down naked and would have looked at you. If you had moved, I’d strike you down. Simple.

HandSurgeon: You’d be begging in no time, really.

Edelweiss: it does sound kinda interesting though

Edelweiss: I’d definitely be up to it if you’d enjoy it

HandSurgeon: I’m sure you’d take it like very well, adding a blindfold to the mix would be even better.

HandSurgeon: You wouldn’t know when I’d strike. Jumping on the bed at the littlest touch. Goosebumps all over that pretty body of yours.

HandSurgeon: Running the tip of my whip over your skin. Barely grazing it. Then gripping the back of your neck and sliding my fingers through your hair. Pulling your head back to see that needy face of yours.

 I wanted to read more of him, see what else he’d do to me. I wanted to do something again. While my sex was sore, I could also feel the throbbing coming back and fuck was I ready to ask him if he had time to do it again. My body must have been moving on the screen, since I saw the new message from the dom.

 HandSurgeon: Stop fidgeting. There won’t be another session tonight, doll. I have to finish working, and you…

HandSurgeon: Well, you need to eat something and drink some water. Go get some food. We can hang up if you want, or you can leave the camera on. I would not mind the little motivation of seeing my girl on the screen.

Edelweiss: I won’t stay long, I have classes tomorrow. Lemme grab some food, I’ll be right there!

Edelweiss: but admit it, you just want to make sure I eat and drink 👀

HandSurgeon: I do indeed. Now, go.

 We then spent around 20 minutes on the call. I stayed with my camera on, still making sure he could not see my face, and ate up. He would reply a bit more slowly than during our session, since he was working, but when he did it was a lot lighter than usual. We talked of our lives, previous partners, preferences but it quickly turned to other topics. TV shows we enjoyed or had in common, hobbies, pets.

 I learnt he liked to sketch, mostly people, he never did art school and never wanted to but loved the human anatomy. He said he found it fascinating. I felt flattered when he suggested we find some free time so that he could draw me. I told him I’d think about it, then we changed topics but kept off the more personal ones, such as family, school and city. The less we knew, the better. It was weird, getting to know him after I had let him do as he pleased with me. But doing so made it more interesting for some reason.

 I did not feel anything much for the man, but I enjoyed his company a lot. I had no plan of meeting him at all, and if I ever found someone, I’d probably stop talking to him, which is something we both agreed on. This was just to get off, this was simply to both find that pleasure of having the power dynamic in play. It was interesting, and I never thought I’d be doing this but here I was, having hung up on a stranger I should call my dom. Here I was, exhausted after masturbating for him. Following each of his instruction.

 Having had a taste of that side I had never ventured on, I realized I liked it a lot and I could see myself doing it more from time to time. Maybe not all the time, but in bed it was so intriguing.

 I surprised myself as I laid under my covers, slowly drifting to sleep, when a thought crossed my mind, I wonder if Law would do that… I shook the thought away, but it came back just as strong, I was curious. He would look at me with the same look he gave me all night, intrigued and yet clearly expecting all those reactions of me. Knowing what he was doing, knowing the effect he had on me. Whatever I’d say, he wouldn’t be surprised, as if he could read me. He’d ask me those same questions he did that night, trying to get me riled up and I would let him. Would I imagine him as that man from online?

 Would I secretly be hoping he would be that good? Would I let him do as he pleased with me? Was I even going to go on a date with him? This last question had an answer already, we both hardly had any free time. I don’t believe we had the same schedule either, it’d be too hard. But I’d entertain the idea, it was fun. I was slightly excited if it did happen, after all he was attractive. And I could use the kind of fun he was suggesting, considering all the stress we must both be under.

 Turning in bed, I pulled my phone from under my pillow and texted Law.

 You: You better be asleep old doc, because I am hitting the sac. And ignoring your last text at the same time.

Trafalgar Law 😷: Shall I take that as a “no”?

You: Definitely not, but I want to know if your personality is as hot as your face, first.

You: For scientific purposes

Trafalgar Law 😷: Luckily, I did pretty well in sciences. I’ll help with your research then.

You: That means I can call you partner? Pardner 🤠 in research of a fun time

Trafalgar Law 😷: Partner of fun, if you want. Pardner, no.

You: Dagnabbit, sad cowboy noise.

Trafalgar Law 😷: I think you need sleep, partner.

You: I definitely do, good night pardner. You should sleep too, you looked fucking tired tonight.

[Trafalgar Law 😷 sent an attachment]

You: it’s pitch black?

Trafalgar Law 😷: Because I’m trying to sleep, and you keep messaging me.

You: no one’s forcing you to answer 😏 but good night pardner

Trafalgar Law 😷: Good night

 I did fall asleep soon after. It was a miracle I managed to keep the conversation that long considering how tired I was and yet I was able to exchange, albeit embarrassingly, with the hot guy. I did not know why I had sent him a message- who am I kidding I know why I did that. Not only was I in that post-orgasm daze but also, this little voice in my head kept considering him as a potential something.

 That something was yet to be determined, booty call? Romantic partner? Sex friend? I did not know yet, the only way to find out was that date. And perhaps, if it went well enough, the after-date part. Which I was excited about, maybe more than the date part.

 This time I did not dream of the HandSurgeon, I did however have a dream about Trafalgar Law. It was not as hot as the one I had the night before… But it was something…

 In that dream, I had called him out of boredom while working on some stuff, and he had picked up mildly annoyed. But even though he was annoyed, he kept me on the line while making his way to his office and closed the door behind him.

 Then the mood changed, the ambiance too, the lights got slightly darker and suddenly I found myself in his office. He was leaning on his desk, arms crossed across his chest and seemingly expectant. I saw myself approach him with determination, I was but a spectator to that whole scene. I stopped right in front of him and let him grab my hands before he pulled them behind his back and turned me around so that I was now the one against the desk.

 The view changed and I could see him from up close now, he was looking down at me with a smug smile. I saw his lips moving but could not comprehend what he was saying. His tattooed hand travelled to my neck, gently brushing his thumb over it before grabbing my jaw gently. He spoke again and while I did not know what he said, I felt nervous, and slightly afraid.

 I tried to ask him to repeat, and maybe I did but I could not hear myself. He leaned forward and let his other hand graze the skin under my shirt before whispering. “Edelweiss… my sweet and pretty toy. So good for me.” I let my head fall back in pleasure from his touches but the constant feeling of confusion and fear only grew. I tried to understand why I was feeling like that, among the joy I felt upon hearing his word. Then it clicked.

 He doesn’t know about Edelweiss- he’s not that man, he shouldn’t know.

 Now I’m in my bed. Looking at a screen, I can see someone on that screen, but I can’t see it really. Then I understand who it is, HandSurgeon, but this time it’s Trafalgar Law. “You want us to be the same.”

 “You wish I was real, you’re so desperate for this to happen with me, with him, we’re the same to you, Edelweiss. You should think, wake up, realize that you’re making a mistake, wake up, we can’t be the same, wake up, you just want it so bad-“

 “Wake up!” I was startled awake by Nami, who was looking at me angrily, already fully dressed. “Jesus, did last night tire you that bad?” How could she know what I had done last night? She wasn’t even home- Trying to come up with anything, I was too sleepy to be embarrassed, then she spoke and cleared my mind. “You know, if I had known socializing with Traffy would tired you that much, I would have brought him over a lot sooner. Maybe you’d finally catch some real sleep.” She explained as she kept her gaze on my, probably, sleep-marks adorned face.

 Sighing, she pulled the covers off my form without a second thoughts when I was unresponsive to her words. “This time you have more than 5 minutes to get ready but move your ass or I’ll leave you there. Come on, hurry.”  She stopped by the door and made a compassionate face, “By the way, don’t worry, he exhausts me too. It’s the smug face and the condescending attitude that just-“ she made a sounds with her tongue against her teeth, “it ticks me off, you know?” She was gone right after.

 Looking at the doorway longer than I wanted to, I started drifting off to sleep when I was startled awake once more. My phone was ringing, and I was very much aware it was not my alarm. Stretching my arm to the bed table, I grabbed my phone and was surprised when I read the screen and saw it was Trafalgar Law. I picked up in confusion, “What do you want?” With the sleepiness and the confusion, my tone ended up being a bit more aggressive than I expected.

 “How about you start with good morning?” I heard him chuckle, he was probably proud of that too. Rolling my eyes, I let my head fall back on the pillow and spoke again, “Good morning, do you need something?” I sighed and pulled my covers back on my form, hearing the blinker of his car in the background I guessed he was driving and was paying more attention to the road.

 “Good morning, did I perhaps wake you up?” He asked rhetorically but I could hear the smile on his lips. All I did was hum in return, still waiting for the reason he called me. “I’m free this Thursday, how does it sound for those… research?” He seemed reticent saying it, probably rolling his eyes at how stupid it sounded. Laughing in my throat in return, it was not charming but the way he said it made it too funny for my dazed state. “Too shy to call it a date? I need to check my schedule; I don’t know if I’m free.” Thinking he’d hang up, I instead heard him talk to someone before talking to me again.

 “Then go ahead and check, I’ll wait.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and rummaged through something while I checked on my phone, mumbling. “Can’t you let a girl sleep? Don’t you have a work to get to?” I opened the calendar but kept grumbling while doing so, “You’re lucky I’m not hanging up to go back to sleep.” While checking my schedule, I double checked if there was a time I could be free on Thursday and heard Law scoff.

 He huffed a laugh, “I think you’d have hung up by now if you did not want to talk to me, I don’t think it’s luck, but interest.” Then a sigh as he got a bit more serious, “Just answer the question, I have to get going.”

 Scoffing, I brought the phone back to my ear, “You’re just a pretty face for now, Doc. Don’t bet on interest just yet. Now, I’m free around 2 pm that day, if that’s cool with you. But add like half an hour or so, it gives me time to get back home.”

 “Give me the address of your campus, I’ll come and get you there.” I heard the sound of the car door being slammed closed in the background, and the rustle of a bag. “I’m not about to refuse a car ride, it’s a bit odd but thank you!” I quickly sat up, suddenly feeling excited for my plans on Thursday. “Don’t expect me to be dressed all chic though, if I have classes in the morning, it’ll be comfortable and only slightly fashion.” I said lightly as I made my way to my wardrobe to start getting dressed for the day.

 “Give me a moment.” I heard the phone being moved a bit, a few muffled voices greeting the man, footsteps echoing on the ground accompanied by the hubbub of phones ringing, beeping sounds and people talking. While waiting, I was able to get dressed and go back to my desk to prepare my stuff. After a few minutes, I finally heard him. “You were talking about your clothes, to be honest as long as it’s easy to remove, we’re good.” He said smoothly, I could hear the smirk, the smugness in his voice.

 I simply looked at the phone with surprise and pleasantness. That was interesting to say the least, and I was enjoying it. “You’re not saying anything, I’m assuming you agree. Good, then I’ll see you on Thursday? Don’t be afraid to send me pictures if you’re curious about what clothes to wear, I’d gladly help you pick.” I had to stand my ground, he was too smooth. Too much, too flirty, too… familiar…?

 “Just for that, I’ll wear the most intricate clothes I have. Make it worth your while, you know?” While his laugh was beautiful, it was also condescending. I kept having mixt feelings about the man. “Well, if I am in a hurry, know that I am very skilled with sharp tools, and I’d have no shame in tearing your pretty clothes apart.” The sound of the creaking chair in the background made me think he was probably leaning back on his chair. A quick thought crossed my mind, of going up to him and sitting on his lap and seeing what he’d do, but I shoved that thought away.

 Instead, I huffed in response and threw my bag over my shoulder. I tried to come up with a witty reply, making lame sounds with my mouth, but I had no matching energy. Even less this early in the morning. “Alright, sure, you win. I was not going to wear anything intricate anyway, even I’m too lazy for that. Casual it is, so don’t go looking all professional on me, please. I’ll feel off.”

 “Put it on my desk, I’ll be there in a few- it’s an important call, I’m sure he can wait five more minutes… He doesn’t have a choice, tell him to wait… Intern or not you can tell him to wait, how else do you expect to be taken seriously? …  Well, tell him I am the one who said that, then, Tony... Right, now go- And close the door behind.” I felt bad eavesdropping like that, it wasn’t a conversation I was meant to hear but it did not seem like any important information had been shared either. Except the fact that he said this was an important call when it clearly was not. It sent pride to my chest.

 Walking to the kitchen, I made a motion with my index to my lips to Robin and Nami when they started talking a bit too loud. I pointed at the phone, then wiggled my fingers before drawing an invisible circle on the back of my hand. I tried very hard to make them understand it was Law, but they seemed confused. Instead, I held my phone between my shoulder and my ear and spelled Law with both of my hands. This time they understood, I knew it from the huge grin on their face.

 “We got interrupted, sorry about that. If you feel intimated by a professional look, I guess we’ll have to drop by my place before going on that date. Do tell me if you’d rather I keep the medical coat-“ Cutting him off, I needed to set things straight. “Hey, I never said that was my cup of tea, okay? And I’m not intimidated, I’m sure you’re rocking the look- “ I never sighed more loudly than at this very moment when Nami snatched the phone from my hand, and said, “Alright asshole, time’s up, you’ve had time to work your charm… no I’m not doing that”

 Robin butted in next to the microphone and said, “She’s all flustered, Traffy, good work!” I went to grab it back from the ginger’s hands but the stepped back and exchanged a few words with Law before handing me my phone back with a bright smile. Bringing it back to my ear, I rushed back to the corridor to avoid them eavesdropping more than they did in the kitchen.

 “Sorry about them- for your outfit, wear whatever you want. I truly have no say in what you’re going to wear, plus you’ll look hot with whatever you pick so, it’s a win-win.” I quickly said, earning a laugh from the man on the other side. “I’d love to see your face right now, Robin did say you were flustered. Guess we’ll have to wait until Thursday.” He hummed, his tone having some finality to it. I knew it was my cue to hang up.

 “I wasn’t flustered, I- at best embarrassed- no wait that sounds worst doesn’t it? Anyway, see you on Thursday! Have fun at work, bye.” I waited until he bid me goodbye before hanging up. As I put my phone away, I leaned against the wall and sighed, letting my head hit the wall. “Are you okay?” Robin’s soft voice reached my ears, she was making her way towards me with a slight smile. Probably feeling a bit bad for going along Nami’s childish attitude only moments ago.

 Humming, I gave her a nod. But the words that followed were not matching the actions. “He’s like, very hot. And I really want to fuck him, right? But he’s also pretty funny, and good at flirting?”

Squinting her eyes, Robin asked, “Is that a question… or?”

“No, no, it’s facts and it confuses me! I was ready to just, hook up, but he could be more- I don’t know maybe I’m desperate.” I simply shrugged, leaving a silence between the black-haired woman and me.

 Looking up at her, she seemed to be thinking. Then she smiled, she was always the one with good advice but also a helpless romantic. “It’s a good thing isn’t it? You don’t need to worry too much, that date of yours will help you see if you’re really interested in him or not! If not, you’ll have great sex- if yes, you’ll still have great sex, and another date.” I groaned in reply, running a hand through my hair before giving her a short nod.

 “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just- live my life until then, I have other things to do than think of a man. By the way are you home tonight?” I asked her as we walked back to the kitchen where Nami was nowhere to be found, there was simply a piece of paper with the words ‘bring your ass to the car’.

 Chuckling lightly, Robin shook her head. “I have to stay late at the library. Then Franky agreed to let me stay at his place, since it’s closer.” We talked a bit as we made our way to the door, where she wave me goodbye before closing the door gently behind me.

 When I was back in the car, Nami had one of her earbuds on and was talking more gently than she’d usually talk to someone. Which means she was talking to Vivi. I did not interrupt and instead grabbed my phone and saw a message from HandSurgeon.

 HandSurgeon: Are you feeling better? Don’t forget to stay hydrated, I’ll be a bit busy this week, but I can find time if you’d like.

Edelweiss: shit, just saw your message! Sorry, crazy morning. I am definitely sore, but it’s good, I can move so there’s that!

Edelweiss: Also, I might be a bit away from Wednesday to Friday, I am seeing someone and knowing how our session leave me pretty sore, I’d rather you know…

Edelweiss: be in good shape

Edelweiss: for a good fun

Edelweiss: a good fuck

 This time, I did not have a prompt reply. I put my phone away and it’s only halfway through my day, while I was working on something at the library, that I received a reply from him. I’ll admit, I had been expectant the entire morning for an answer. I had been deep in textbooks for so long, I was craving for any sort of interaction, from anyone. Which explained the speed at which I unlocked my phone to see the text from HandSurgeon, and even one from Trafalgar Law.

 I hesitate for a moment, then opened discord.

 HandSurgeon: It’s fine, you are allowed to have a life you know. Simply tell me if you want to stop this, or not, you know… if your someone is not the one and you still need a good fuck.

HandSurgeon: I will also be busy on Thursday, I’ll try to send you a text if I get some free time.

HandSurgeon: I just finished a long meeting, would you be up for a fun game?

 I stared at his messages, feeling a bit excited suddenly. But knowing myself, I would say yes, so I had to answer to Law first before spending my time sexting the stranger.

 Trafalgar Law 😷: I’m sorry we had to cut our conversation short, how was class? I have a bit of free time, if you’d like to talk about our research meeting.

You: That’s actually pretty cute, thought you were just a horny piece of meat but damn, you surprise me.

You: I am still on campus, drowning in work. I’d love to talk, but I need to focus, text me later? 🤠

 Going back on discord, I felt strange. I wanted to say yes, to play his game, but it felt wrong for some reason. I was double texting and it felt like I was cheating on a man I was not even dating. I ignored the thought and typed back.

 Edelweiss: I kinda wanna know, but also really need to get back to work. So, I’ll have to decline.

Edelweiss: But I’m curious, what was the game?

HandSurgeon: It’s quite alright, I was going to suggest you’d take a pretty picture for me no matter who was around. But you are busy, so I’ll leave you be. Focus on your work. I’ll talk to you later.

HandSurgeon: But for ‘emotional support’, I’ll give you this:

HandSurgeon : [sent an attachment]

 I snorted at his words, and smiled when he sent me a picture of his gloved hand gripping the wheel of his car tightly. I did comment on wearing gloves while driving, even though they were not medical gloves and it had some charm, it was very movie-like. And suspicious.

 After that, I put my phone down and got lost in work. I did not even see time fly by, what informed me that it was indeed a few hours later than I thought, was the grumbling of my stomach. “I think it’s time to call it a day.” I mumbled while packing everything up. With the books put back where they belonged and my laptop tucked away, I made my way outside and was walking through the parking lot when I saw a familiar mop of hair making its way towards me.

 I suddenly felt self-conscious and straightened my back before meeting his gaze and frowning in confusion. “Are you stalking me?” I patted my pockets in emphasis, before saying “Did you put a chip somewhere, or-“ Law shook his head as if I was being crazy. “Bro, it’s super super sus that you’re at my campus when I never gave you the address-“

“I asked Robin. I was going to ask Nami but she wouldn’t have given me anything.” He explained as if it was obvious.

 Looking around, I opened my mouth and closes it a few times. It was a bit awkward. “Why are you here, then?” I asked, still confused, my eyes squint in suspicion.

“Right- give me a moment.” He turned around and took a few long strides to get to his car and get something from the passenger seat before coming back. Even though his steps were hurried, there was still this elegance to it that I could not ignore.

 “I am very familiar with long hours of studying, so here’s a drink and some food. I used to skip meals, because I’d get too much into it. Don’t do that, eat.” While what he said seemed caring, he was not smiling or anything. But the gesture was so sweet I couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s very nice of you,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear jokingly in faux-shyness before going back to a normal demeanor. “But I was going home. I was done for the day, here,” I handed it back to him before trying to find my wallet in my bag. “Let me, just- how much do I owe you?”

 He stopped me from rummaging through my back and ruffled my hair before handing me the drink and food back. “Nothing, I was passing by. Now I am sure to not get lost when I’ll come and get you on Thursday.” He winked, then looked back at his watch a moment. He seemed to ponder something for a moment, before looking up at me. “Would you like me to drop you off at your house? I have a bit of time before going back to work.” He asked kindly, showing me his keys as if trying to coo me.

 “Maybe you should go eat too? I’ll take the bus, it’s alright.” Smiling, the man pointed at his car with a certain pride. “Oh don’t worry, I got myself something too. It could be our first lunch date, you are so bent on traditions, so why not lunch?”

 I felt my cheeks heat up and pushed him playfully, careful not to spill the drink I had in my hand. “I’m not bent on traditions, I just barely know you, doc.” I looked to the side and shrugged before walking past him, “Let’s get lunch.” I said over my shoulder. I heard the man laugh in the back, then the jingle of keys.

 I tried to open the door but found it locked. I stated the obvious, “I can’t get in if it’s locked.” I was about to complain more, when he leaned over his side of the car and grinned. “Ask politely, and I’ll let you in.” I hated him, but the smile on my face was a betrayal of how I really felt. He was a little shit, but it was still fun. Rolling my eyes, I mimicked his action and rested my arms on the roof of the car, “Could you please unlock the car, doc?” “Good girl, was it that hard?”

 I turned my head towards him so fast I may have pulled a muscle in my neck, but the way he said it made it a lot more than just a nickname. He was testing the waters for something, and I had given him the exact reaction he wanted. “What, do I call you daddy now?” I said sarcastically while getting inside the car and buckling my seatbelt while he held everything before placing them back on my lap.

 “Not my thing, but I’m sure we’ll get to that conversation later.” He smirked as he put something in the glove box before closing it back and meeting my intense gaze as he leaned back on his seat. I was observing each and everyone of his action, feeling out of place in his car. I had met the man last night, but for some reason he felt familiar. Perhaps it was his aura, perhaps he was just that reassuring. No, clearly not, he looks threatening… “Something on your mind? I don’t know if you’re looking at me like you want kill me or fuck me,” Extending his hand towards me, he placed his index under my chin and lifted it, I quickly grabbed his hand like last time to stop him.

 “Maybe both, maybe none-“ With a short smile, he interrupted me, “Don’t be like that, I’ll ask differently. Are you uncomfortable? I haven’t done this in a while, so I’m trying to take it slow…ish.” He admitted. I could see on his face he was feeling just as sheepish as I was. Clasping my hands on my lap I chuckled nervously, “I’m good, I was just…. Observing. You’re doing good, simply put…” I trailed off and met his gaze with a playful grin, “Ye’re a looker pardner,” I then tipped my non-existent hat, which made him laugh genuinely.

 “You were just in awe?” He asked a bit surprised, hiding his bashfulness behind a laugh. “Exactly, take the compliment and don’t mention it again. Now drive, or you’ll get back late at work.” I huffed, looking at the window with warm cheeks. I felt a pull at my hand and looked at it confused, “I’d love to, but you’re still holding my hand.” I quickly let go and threw his hand back at him, “It was to make sure you weren’t going to do the whole,” Making a gesture with my hands in the air, wiggling my fingers, I continued, “Chin thing again.”

 Even though he agreed, only giving me a curt nod along with a “Right.”, I could see the smile on his face as he started the car. Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, I matched his smile discretely as I looked back at the road.

 The volume of the music wasn’t loud, I could hear the fabric of his coat as he maneuvered, the blinkers, my own nervous heartbeat. There was no reason for me to feel so nervous, we were just going to eat lunch then go our separate way. To try to calm down, I rummaged through my brain for topics to talk about, small talks was fun in social events but in one on one, it was a fucking disaster.

 Do you have any pets? Do you like cats? Maybe talk about his job? How long did he study? Or funny topics, less social, more creative? Politics is off the table, it’s not that great of a first date conversation. What’s your favourite colour? What part of your body to your prefer-

 I blurted out a question to try to fill the silence. And fuck did I regret it, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak when in that state, but it was too late. “So… what’s your favourite body part?” Wait, no, fuck, not…

[Part 6]

#trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #physicalturian #words of pleasure #wop #fanfiction #one piece #law one piece #law x reader #ao3 #ao3 writer #physicalturian AO3 #writing #writings

[twstwonderlandstuff]

at each other's throats

a short fic about valie and sebek screaming their throats off. sort of. silver is just. there. it's supposed to be cute but chaos dominates so yeah

also just valie being stupid I guess

i want her to say 'GOOD ARGUMENT, BUT UR RATIO'D AND I'M CUTE- well no not really you're cuter that me oh GOD DAMN IT'

sebek: we're fighting IRL what in thorn witches' name or you ON ABOUT, also I am NOT CUTE WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO W/ ANYTHING?!?!?!?!?

also she's cross dressing sooooo people will refer to valie by he/him pronouns but i'm describing valie w/ she/her pronouns yeah

“Silver-senpai!”

“Oof.”

The wind was knocked out of Silver’s lungs as he was tackled by Valie, Grim asleep on top of her head.

(It’s a miracle he hasn’t slipped off.)

“Sup~” Valie greeted, lifting his hand and pressing a quick greeting kiss against it. “Where’d ya headed?”

“Um,” Silver, unused to the affection, simply blinks back at the question. Valie, quickly realizing her mistake, rambles.

“Wait, wait, FUCK, uh, that’s like, a normal greeting back home, um-” She steps away from him, quickly bowing with regret. “Super sorry man, I just got used to it!”

“It’s… fine. Don’t do it again so suddenly.” The knight replies demurely, Valie nodding with relief.

“I gotchu! But, uh, you never did answer my q, you know.” She tilts her head. “Where’d ya headed?”

“Equestrian club.” Silver points towards the door. “Would you like to come?”

“Sure! Wait, let me ask my beloved gremlin first.” Clearing her throat, she brings Grim down from her head, pressing her face against his head. “Grim, my scrunkly grimly wimply?”

“Gross…” Grim fake puked, opening his sleepy eyes. “What?”

“Wanna go to the Equestrian club? We’ve got some time and nothing to do. Also I’m never going to see another horse so close and personal in my life, so! Are you down?”

“Sure.” Grim gives his grumbles of approval. “Let your master sleep, henchman…”

Valie laughs, placing him back on her head as she gives Silver a thumbs up. “Sure, sure, grimmy boy.”

“Let's go!” With mandatory finger guns, they’re off!

***

“Silver, you’re here- Valencia?” Riddle paused, a little surprised.

“Hey, hey, Riddle-senpai!” She grins widely. “ ‘m here to look at some horses! Also watch y’all but we ain’t gonna speak about that~!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Nothin’. Anyways,” she playfully pats Silver’s backs. “I’mma watch y’all from the-”

“HUMAN!”

“Here comes Sebek.” Silver sighs, but not even a second later his eardrums are blown away by a similar volume.

“HALFLING!” Comes the reply, scaring the living hell out of Grim.

“Henchman, shut UP!” Grim screeches, scratching her face. A pained cry leaves Valie as she covers her face with her arms. Seconds later, Sebek joins them, laughing at Valie’s pained state.

“You SHUT your DAMN mouth, halfling-” She grouses, close to flipping him off. “This is your fault–”

“And HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!”

“How about your FACKING VOICE BRO–”

“MY VOICE?!”

“YOU BOTH SHADDUP, I’m trying to sleep!”

Silver is left standing on the sidelines, both in shock, awe and horror as they head into a shouting match.

“It happens every so often.” Riddle sighs, joining the silver haired knight by his side. “I don’t know how they do it.”

“Well, at least Sebek has someone to yell with now.”

Riddle laughs slightly. “Get him off your back a little?’

“Yeah. Get him off my case for a bit.”

*

“And that, father, is what happened.” Silver put down his cup, amused at his own tale. “I didn’t expect the prefect to be so… explosive.”

“Explosive indeed. You should’ve seen the arguments the two made last week.” Lilia giggled. “It was a sight to behold.”

“T…this has happened before?”

“You’ve missed a lot, my boy. This battle of theirs has been going on for about 3 weeks. I don’t know how either of them manages to keep their voices.” As Lilia finishes his sentence, a flurry of screams can be heard downstairs, followed by a pinnacle of silence, then more rowdy shouting. “See? Happens all the time.”

#valencia karasu #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #original character #twst original character #stupid little thing (affectionate) #for valie i mean #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #the old man is just. there. #vibing/ #stuff hits the fan