#whoo BOY that one got away from me

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I feel like I win when I lose—Director's Commentary

In what is rapidly becoming a tradition of mine, I went on a research Bender for my Yuletide fic and there are so many details I want to point out and discuss—so I will. This year I wrote I feel like I win when I lose for @avengingmariner and I did loose my mind over it, but in a fun way. Join me in my descent into madness below the cut.

My brief was "you must put my man laurence in A Situation" and I somehow landed on the core nugget of "Napoleon finds Laurence in his darkest hour, instead of Tharkay"—mostly because NGL I haven't read further in this series than Victory of Eagles. I'm working on it, just not there yet.

From that point I just sort of... started writing and felt out where the story wanted to go, and then I kept falling into research holes. Here are some of the fun pieces of information I learned in rough order of where they popped up in the fic.

There was chicken set aside from the dinner he was supposed to have had hours ago, before an urgent missive had pulled him away—a simple roast bird, born out from what local provisions had been found

The WEEK I was working on this, Max Miller of Tasting History put out a video on Napoleon. I wasn't able to work in a lot of detail about the food here just because I couldn't make it flow into what I was writing, but there's so much I wish I could have talked about. The weird thing with chicken! Apocryphal stories about how dishes got their names! His drinking habits! The inherent whatever of breaking bread with somebody who's supposed to be your enemy! Now that I'm writing this paragraph I feel like I need to write another fic about food.

And then I Made chicken marengo the week after because I was curious. It was fine?

le mistral noir

Now this bit owes its thanks to Kangoo, my resident French correspondent. I was talking to him about what could be a nickname the French soldiers used for Temeraire, and he suggested "le mistral" which he described as "(very cold and often violent wind that blows into france from great britain, known for cleaning the sky of clouds and also wrecking your shit) (also the name of a fighter plane)" and I went "oh, that's Perfect". And I wanted to be able to explain that reference. Because it's So Good.

He blinked around at the courtyard of brick building before being hurried just as swiftly into a fine bedchamber where he was given a cold supper and the opportunity to wash himself. With little else to do, he fell into another restless sleep.

This was a fun bit of gamesmanship to think out—where would Napoleon want to set the treaty signing in order to send a message? And in order to think about that, I had to learn more about how the government of Britain worked in this timeframe (polisci major hat incoming).

In the US, authority to make treaties is vested in the executive branch, but the legislative branch has to ratify them. I did not know how that worked for the British, because their system mystefies me to this day. Luckily, I found this paper which explains how it worked in 1938, and there isn't much reason to expect it to have changed in that period, so the answer is "at least in theory, the authority rests with the Crown".

Based on that, I figured he'd want to make a point by holding it in a royal building as opposed to Westminster, so I went with St. James' palace which has been used for state stuff forever. Unfortunately, the details for the interior of St. James' are scarce. I was looking at 1860s watercolors to try and squint out a layout.

It was a dress uniform of aviator green, with gold braid and buttons as well as twin epaulettes. He dropped it as if it were a hot coal.

This was perhaps my longest diversion. I'm not intimately familiar with the internal culture of the military <understatement, but I knew having Laurence be present in any form would be read as a huge statement. So what kind of statement would you want to make? Ultimately I went with "the biggest 'fuck you' possible", so Laurence in a British aviator's uniform.

Then there was the question of fringe or no fringe. Which didn't even make it into the fic, but was an interesting diversion. You see, "captain" is a term that connotes a different level of authority in the Army vs the Navy. NATO has a standard rank scale I was able to squint at here, as it tries to standardize across branches and countries. Captain in the British Army is an OF-2 rank, but Captain in the British Navy is an OF-5 rank. What does it represent in those terms in the Arial Corps? I have no idea! This impacts nothing here other than if one or both epaulettes would have fringe on them.

He wandered the hallways, passing French soldiers who saluted him and English dignitaries who ignored him or glared at him in turn. In desperation he returned to seek refuge in the room he’d been left last.

The medal Laurence gets is that of the Légion d'honneur, and nominally military personnel in uniform are supposed to salute other uniformed personnel wearing it, regardless of ranks involved. That was too good of a detail not to gesture at.

The Wikipedia article

I picked Jacques-Louis David entirely because he's my favorite artist of this time period and location, though the fact he did official work for Napoleon was a bonus. I'm very interested in the uses of these really formalized displays of image-crafting as used for propaganda, and also it's just fun to think about. Spent ages looking at Wikipedia too to get the formatting and the style of writing right, which I think I did.

The Title

Really, it just made me laugh, so it had to stay. I mean the song is also fitting and I think it's the sentiment I wanted to gesture at emotionally, but it is also funny,

#my writing #talking about words #temeraire #rambling #whoo BOY that one got away from me

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER

continuation of my previous post (i got caught up in getting out my anthony goldstein headcanons was it obvious). okay so full disclosure, i haven't read the fanfictions lorenzo and mattheo are from (i only read yandere is it obvious) (i see their faceclaims and cannot. exclude), so if i'm not portraying them correctly shout at me. but just for a moment, imagine having the 79-80 liner slytherin boys yandere for their dormmate? (okay there is a loophole i'll write for male readers/darlings if asked).

maybe they've known the reader/darling since childhood, and the sudden close proximity magnifies the possessive and obsessive tendencies they were developing towards the darling. or, the darling could suddenly get sorted into slytherin and now they have a roommate they did not expect to have. for the second scenario i don't think the darlings personality would matter much - either way, they're all apprehensive about this really cute kid they suddenly are dorming with.

maybe they give the reader a hard time at first (although this is only really likely to happen for a darling in a different house, or a muggleborn darling) but whoo boy if anyone else thinks of teasing the reader, they'll get hell from our dear slytherins here. actually, anyone who the reader pays mind to becomes a target of torment and bullying by draco and his gang. especially potter. please, reader, for potters own sanity and the good of the wizarding world, do not approach, think about or even look in the direction of harry. it ends in an ugly tantrum from draco, prolonged sarcasm from theodore, silence from blaise, aggression from mattheo and teasing from lorenzo. crabbe and goyle won't be carrying your books for you for the next week either.

when they get like this, it'll be the darling that'll have to make it up to them, or risk having it all drag out until one of them gets over it naturally.

GREGORY GOYLE & VINCENT CRABBE (cast josh herdman, jamie waylett):

they're all horribly possessive and jealous by default, but generally, crabbe and goyle are the easiest to deal with, they both have a soft spot for their darling, and are pretty used to being bossed around, the second choice and having to share. they're also the easiest to appease, putting food on crabbe's plate is enough to make him happy, and paying goyle any mind will go a long way.

they don't need constant attention (draco), validation (draco), and affection (draco), from their darling, and are content just being in their life.

BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):

after them, i honestly don't know who's worse. going in alphabetical order, blaise appears to be calm and uncaring when it comes to his darling, but do not be fooled, he's not going to sit back and let his darling get whisked away by the likes of a half blood (sorry mattheo), spolit daddy's boy (apologies draco), spolit mommy's boy (soz enzo) or someone who's one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain (blaise's words not mine theo).

blaise tolerates the rest of the slytherins for now, but if any of them think he'd ever fully agree to sharing with the likes of them, they are wrong. he fantasises about taking his darling away from the world after graduating, and probably has his mother trying to arrange a marriage the moment he decides they're his.

DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):

unlike blaise, draco is not even a little bit subtle about his possesiveness over his darling, he only see's the other slytherins as tools to ensure his darlings safety and happiness at hogwarts, and does not bother to pretend like he isn't planning to kidnap move the reader into malfoy manor the minute they graduate. actually, he couldn't wait that long.

he'll look for any opportunity to have the malfoy family gain custody of his darling. all the more better if his darling comes from a dysfunctional household. but either way, he'll make sure his family is all they have to turn to.

all i know about lorenzo is that he has mommy and daddy issues so i'll have to piggybank off that. he'll present himself as the 'sane' one, if his darling is complaining about the behaviour of the other slytherins, enzo wholeheartedly agree's with them "i don't know what's wrong with all of them - you sure you didn't slip any amortentia into their drinks?" he becomes a safe haven from the possessive obsession his dormmates seem to share for their darling.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):

lorenzo acts the most normal, but don't be fooled, he's just as obsessed as the rest of them. enzo is just better at hiding it. he too, frequently thinks about whisking them away, but is much less finite about it; holing his darling up in his house isn't the end goal. he could honestly live with sharing them with his fellow slytherins, but this is all assuming that the reader takes well to his attempts at becoming the 'sane one'.

if enzo isn't able to successfully befriend them, he'll have to settle for being the 'mean one'. teasing and humiliation follows his darling, as does he. it's not severe, but it's probably the push the reader needs to fall into deep depression and anxiety. so please, take the sane bait.

MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):

mattheo doesn't exactly have a family reputation to uphold, blaise, draco, enzo and theo would want to keep up a respectable reputation, whatever that is in pureblood society, but mattheo? the dark lords son? he's entirely unhinged.

if lorenzo is the 'sane one', mattheo is the 'crazy one'.

he doesn't really care what his darling, or others, think of his behaviour. if he wants to spend time with them, he's going to. he'll pull them out of class, drag them away from the other slytherins, just to skip rocks in the black lake with them, or raid the kitchens. he doesn't really bother hiding his yandere tendencies, he'll actively tell his darling not to talk to certain people "because i said so" "stop asking questions", and will refuse to elaborate further. sometimes, there will be disturbing moments of honesty between him and his darling; he'll admit that he's obsessed with them, and threaten to attack people they pay attention to. and he'll tell them that they belong to him.

sometimes it's frightening and sometimes he'll come across as sweet. he is both predictable and unpredictable, which puts his darling at unease around him.

THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):

theodore uses guilt to garner his darlings sympathy, all the more easier if they are childhood friends. he'll make sure they know about his harsh childhood, and make them feel responsible for his wellbeing. he's the only one to create a sense of dependency not built upon threats. out of all the slytherins, he gets to know his darling the best, he'll use guilt, emotional breakdowns and dark secrets to create a sense of obligation towards him.

theo is the most comforting of the slytherins to be around, he's quiet and the only one who they can spend time with without feeling much pressure. he demands the most of their attention, and is by far the most possessive. whilst i can see the other slytherins finding a way to deal with sharing their darling amonst themselves, if the rest don't back off eventually (stop dreaming theo) (they won't), he's the most inclined to just get rid of them - he can't stand it when his darling is around anyone but him, he wakes early to walk his darling to class just so they won't get caught up in the busy halls, where eyes can wonder and other people can have a chance to interact with his darling.

theodore pairs with them for every project, which leads to some ugly arguments between him and blaise, who only really get's his fill of his darling by sitting next to them in class. and draco, and mattheo and enzo and even goyle who was hoping the reader would help get him a good grade for once.

out of all of them, draco, goyle and blaise are the most patient. they want their darling to love them, not see them as monsters to flinch away from.

theodore, lorenzo and mattheo will take whatever they can get. lorenzo in particular doesn't want his darling to fear him but won't let them get away with trying to escape or disobedience. mattheo doesn't mind being the villain if he must be, but his heart clenches when his darling acts so obviously distrustful of him. theodore is the least patient, and if his darling starts to shy away from him, he snaps. at them, at the rest of the slytherin boys. but he's also easy to keep content, so long as his darling is always by his side.

similarly, blaise just enjoys being in the presence of his darling, and doesn't feel the need to cuddle up to them constantly like draco and enzo do. mattheo is a loose canon, and sometimes is fine being near them, other times he wants skin to skin contact 25/8.

they're hopeless at sharing, and only really get along for the sake of their darling. there are only really two ways this can end; theodore finally snaps and tries to off the rest of them after graduation, or they somehow come to an agreement on sharing, maybe they each get their own day a week

monday for draco, tuesday for blaise, wednesday for theo, thursday for enzo, and friday for mattheo. goyle and crabbe probably aren't taken seriously enough to get given their own day, so then the weekends are spent sharing (fighting).

the only time the boys will work in tandem is when someone attempts to take their darling and their attention, away. best example, darling starts dating someone. which is already pretty improbable, considering they give the reader no alone time whatsoever. but let's just say the darling here is going on a date with cormac mclaggen (get a grip, darling), any grudges they've been holding against each other are off, mclaggen has just signed his death warrant.

mattheo and theodore do most of the dirty work, whilst lorenzo distracts the reader. draco and blaise cover up their tracks, so it seems like whatever they did to mclaggen was an untimely accident. or have it blamed on someone else. goyle and crabbe intimidate anyone who tries to get close to the darling from then on.

they might hate sharing with each other, but they truly despise sharing with an 'outsider'.

#yandere harry potter #yandere draco malfoy #yandere blaise zabini #yandere theodore nott #yandere mattheo riddle #yandere lorenzo berkshire #yandere goyle #yandere crabbe #yandere slytherin #hp #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #theodore nott #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #gregory goyle #slytherin boys #golden era #hp writings

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Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by the super amazing @daffi-990, @diazsdimples, @theotherbuckley, @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @fortheloveofbuddie and @wikiangela. Thank you and I'm excited for all your upcoming works!

I know what the people want, so here is another snippet from NFL Buck featuring more of Buck's perspective. (All things NFL Buck can be found here.)

Ali gave him one last tight hug, "You did good Buckley. Shook all the right hands, stayed away from the corporate sharks, and the press absolutely loved you." She praised. Buck felt warm all over and gave her a soft, grateful smile, "We both know I only survived this evening because of you. I can't thank you enough Ali really." His agent's eyes misted over and she smiled in return, "Maybe so Evan," He scrunched his nose and Ali rolled her eyes, "Sorry...Buck. You still haven't told me how you got that chicken sounding nickname and why only like four other people besides me call you it." They both chuckled, but quickly sober. She gives his right bicep a gentle squeeze, "I'm only here because of you. Because you took a chance on a no name, client-less, newbie sports agent who was brought to you by your secret boyfriend after he patched her up following an astronomically awful rage quit that put her asshat of a boss in the hospital." "He tried forcing himself on you. It was self defense and a faulty balcony railing." Buck reminded with a smirk. The petite brunette winks, "And thats the story I'm still sticking to." She waved her hand around brushing away the past, "The point is, were here because of your hard work, sacrifice and enormous heart. I'm just making sure no one takes advantage of it all. Accept your share of the credit and celebrate being the 9th pick in the first round of the 2013 NFL draft. Celebrate being the Houston Texan's newest quarterback! Whoo!" She shouts in elation. Buck laughs boisterously and cheers right along with her, at a lower volume level and with less energy. He was happy really. The dream he's had since he was six was becoming a reality. All the practicing, studying, workouts, and personal sacrifice had finally paid off. Ali was one of numerous people who got him to this point and he was glad he at least had her at his side tonight, but Buck really wished the three most important people in his life were with him too. Maddie sent an email from her work account congratulating him, but Buck hadn't seen or physically heard from the woman who basically raised him since he left for college. Eddie couldn't get the time off and neither of them felt comfortable bringing a soon to be five year old Christopher to New York. Kid was still getting the hang of his new crutches and finding adequate childcare for him that didn't involve Eddie's parents was impossible. Buck really missed his Diaz boys (and his sister, but that was an ache he was accustomed to). He wanted to see Christopher's blinding joy when Evan's name was called, even though he wouldn't quite understand what it entailed. He wanted Eddie to wrap him up in the tightest hug while shouting his excitement too close to Buck's ear before kissing him stupid and shoving him towards the stage. Buck wanted to be out and open and proud with his partner and son, but the world his football dreams are apart of, wouldn't accept it and that tight ache in Buck's chest will have to stay.

A bit angsty today, but I want ya'll to see these milestones of a professional players road to the NFL. It takes so much hard work and sacrifice to make it to the NFL, and for Buck that includes the personal sacrifice to stay closeted and keep his same sex relationship a secret. A lifelong dream like that is worth it to him, to many professional athletes. I hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @lover-of-mine @jesuisici33 @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @rainbow-nerdss @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @eddiescowboy @evanbegins @elvensorceress @malewifediaz @911onabc @911-on-abc @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @try-set-me-on-fire @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @bitchfacediaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @glorious-spoon @buddierights @prosperdemeter2 @lemonzestywrites @cal-daisies-and-briars @transboybuckley

#fuck it friday #tag game #my wip #911 show #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #nfl #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ali martin #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #post nfl draft #houston texans #buck pov #agent ali

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Hey ash! You truly are an amazing writer! Could you maybe write a boxer jaehyun au for us???

[6:50PM]

GENRE: FLUFF | SMUT | PARENTS AU | BOXING AU

WARNINGS: kissing, mention of condoms, mention of birth control, marking, BDSM, oral sex (F receiving), fingering and creampie!

FEATURING: na jaemin as their four year old son!

you pull out a cart while you son clings onto your leg. “mama, can we get a gingerbread house?” you look to where the boy is pointing to.

it was a shelf with multiple choices of gingerbread houses.

“sure, let’s go check it out and then you can pick which one you wanna do.” jaemin gets all giggly as the pair of you make your way to the shelves.

when reaching the shelves, jaemin lets your hand go and squats down. “mama, a beach!” he points to the box with a gingerbread beach set on the front. “that’s cute— do you want that one?” he shakes his head.

jaemin stands up and then lets out a gasp. “mama, can we get this one?!” it was a regular gingerbread house but mini version. “i think it’s perfect! we can absolutely get it.”

jaemin claps in excitement and grabs three boxes. “three of them?” you ask and your son nods, stacking them on top of one another. “one for you, me and daddy!” you see him struggling and you take the boxes from him.

“you have a good reason.” you set them in the cart. “should we get some extra candies and frosting just in case?” jaemin takes a second to think and nods. “alright, then can you pick out some colored frosting and some candy you think we should decorate our houses with?” jaemin nods and begins to pick out some frosting and candy.

after, he’s done, the pair of you walk away from that section.

“okay, nana. do you remember what we’re here for?” jaemin nods. “we’re here to pick out daddy’s christmas present!”

“well, santa already got daddy christmas present. but, nana just wants to add on, right?” jaemin presses his lips together and pushes them to one side with furrowed eyebrows.

“mama, santa clause isn’t real.” you slow the cart and look at the boy seat in front of you. “whoo.. said that?” you raise an eyebrow and he giggles. “my best friend jeno in my class! he says his older brother, mark told him that santa isn’t real and then he told me.”

you softly laugh and push your hair back. “he also said our mommies and daddies are the real santa clause. is he lying?” you bite your lip and give your son a weird look.

“look, you’re four and i’m not gonna lie to you— yeah, mommy and daddy get your presents, not santa.” jaemin lets out a sound of confusion. “okay.”

“okay, so let’s move past that! why don’t you get out of the cart and look around to daddy’s gift?” jaemin nods and is pulled out with your help.

“so, where should we go first?” you ask as the little boy holds onto the holes on the cart. “um.. let’s go get some clothes for dad.” you nod and stroll the cart towards the men’s isle.

“toothpaste..” you scan the isle. “ah, here we go.” you grab the pack of toothpaste. “what’d you grab, nana.” you say putting the box in the cart. “how did you know i grabbed something?”

you look back at the boy and smile. “deodorant?” you pick up the boy and grab the deodorant from his hands. “yeah, it’s for dad! he needs it because after he fights with people, he stinks.” you laugh and jaemin giggles.

“alright, we’re definitely getting that for a laugh.” you toss the deodorant in the cart.

“we’re all done, right?” jaemin wiggles from you hold and climbs on the side of the cart and nods. “i think so, mama!” he gives you a quick thumbs up before grabbing onto the cart, again. “okay, then let’s go check out.”

jaemin nods and you pick him up, sitting him in the seat. “nana,” you say when pushing the cart. “yes, mommy?” you stop when another person pushes their cart in front of yours.

“when we check out, you can pick a candy. okay?” jaemin gasps and nods. “you’ve been such a good boy today and that’ll be your reward.” he nods, again with the biggest smile ever.

after finishing with the gingerbread houses, the three of you moved to the living room and sat near the christmas tree.

“i don’t know which one to pick.” jaemin bites his thumb and looks at his several presents.

it was christmas eve and it was tradition to open one present the day before christmas so, therefore, jaemin stood by his presents debating which one he wanted to open first.

“well, you’re gonna open them all tomorrow.” jaehyun says with hot cocoa in his mug and his arm wrapped around you.

“you’re right.. um, i think i wanna do this one!” he picks up a small box with his name written on it. “alright! let’s sit in a circle and see what we got.” you start but jaehyun starts bickering.

“hey, hey— i haven’t picked out my present yet, mama.” your cheeks flush in embarrassment and in a reaction— you felt like a snowman in the summer whenever he called you a nickname.

you clear your throat as jaehyun detangles his arms from you. “i.. hm, i think i want this one.” jaemin giggles when seeing jaehyun pick out the present that jaemin had gotten him.

jaehyun sits in between you and jaemin and sets down his hot cocoa.

“mommy, you go first.” jaemin speaks up and you chuckle. “okay.. this one says it from daddy.” you look at your husband and tear the wrapping paper.

you look down at the present and gasp. “jae.. did you actually?” you stare down at the valentino box. “i don’t know,” he giggles. “did i?” you frown and open the box, pushing past the extra paper to find the most gorgeous heels.

“babe,” you whine and pick one of the heels up. “it’s so pretty!” it was the valentino garavani tan-go platform pumps, in black. “do you like it?” jaehyun asks in a giggly voice. “like it? no, i absolutely love them!” you slip one on and jaehyun helps with the straps.

“i’d love to see you wear them to my next match.” jaehyun says letting your foot go. “sure, if you don’t mind looking short next to your wife.” you and jaehyun laugh. “i don’t mind. i just want to see my wife in her new heels.”

“how did you even get your hands on these?” you slip on the other side. “well, i almost fought someone for these.” you let out a small gasp and he laughs. “i’m kidding. i drove to like.. six different stores and found these beauties at a store that was an hour away.”

you sit up on your knees and lean forward, wrapping your arms around your husbands neck and throwing yourself onto him. “thank you, i love them.” you plant a kiss on his cheek. “and me?” you laugh, slightly tossing your head back. “i love you too, of course.” he softly laughs, satisfied with the three specific words.

“can i go now?” jaemin asks, patiently sitting with his present in front of him. “oh, of course! sorry, mommy and daddy were distracted.”

“it’s okay.” jaemin says while ripping open the wrapping paper. you bite your lip, waiting for his reaction. “it’s a watch!” he holds up the present. “oh, really?” he nods and attempts to tear it out of its packaging.

jaemin looks up and pouts. “yes, daddy will help.” you say while climbing off jaehyun. “thanks, hon.” you and jaehyun laugh.

jaehyun takes the watch from jaemin and undoes it from its packaging. “there we go.” jaehyun says, clipping it in place on jaemins wrist. “i love it! i’ve always wanted a spider-man watch and now i have it!” jaemin says as jaehyun fixes the time.

“okay, can you tell me what time it is?” jaemin looks down at his watch and hums. “i don’t know, i can’t read numbers.” you and jaehyun laugh.

jaemin crawls into your lap while fixing his watch. “okay, dad, it’s your turn!” jaemin says pointing to the green bag. “mm.. in excited!” jaehyun opens the bag and flings out the extra wraps.

“whattt,” jaehyun drags out while pulling out a folded t shirt. “it says ‘best dad in the world’ because you’re the best dad ever!” jaehyun smiles at jaemins words.

“i love it.” jaehyun sets the shirt in front of his and tugs off the black t-shirt. “love it so much that i’ll put it on right now.” he says towards jaemin who scrunches up his face.

jaehyun slips the shirt over his head and slips his arms through the holes. “perfect fit.” jaehyun says smoothing out the cotton material. “i knew daddy would like it.” you say and jaemin giggles.

“okay,” jaehyun shakes his head to fix his hair and fixes his glasses. “let’s see what’s next.” he pulls out a deodorant stick and starts heavily laughing.

“nana, tell daddy why you got him that.” jaemin giggles when seeing his dads reaction. “i got it because daddy stinks after he fights with people.” jaehyun sighs and nods. “thank you, nana. i.. i really needed this.” he laughs, again.

“there’s more, dad!” jaemin points and jaehyun nods, pulling out the extra stuff.

after jaehyun was finished— the three of you cleaned up and went to bed.

“babe,” jaehyun nods, taking off his glasses and putting them on his nightstand. “today, we went to target and.. i got us.. this.” you hold up the two boxes.

jaehyun sits up in excitement and shock. “a vi.. a vibrator and.. lube.” you nod, biting your lip. waiting to see how he’d react.

“jae,” you sigh and crawl onto the bed, sitting yourself in front of him. “i’ve been dying to have another baby and it’s my ovulation week!” you drop the items in your hand and cup his face. “i’m just.. waiting to hear what you say.”

“baby, i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” your eyes widen and a squeal erupts from you as you squeeze his cheeks. “you have?!” you squeal in excitement.

jaehyun tosses his head back and lets out a laugh. “you don’t even know how hard it is to resist fucking a baby into you every time we make love.”

you slam your lips onto jaehyuns and he laughs against your lips. you moan and grind your hips, pulling at the slightly long locks.

jaehyun pulls away while heavily breathing. “strip for me.” he whispers.

you fight the urge to lift your shoulders in excitement— along with a smile. but, that didn’t stop your face from heating up.

you scoot back and begin to undress yourself. meanwhile jaehyun snatches the box up and rips it open. “oh, baby.” jaehyun softly chuckles. “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight.”

“fuck, we need batteries first.” jaehyun sighs and reaches over to your nightstand. he opens the drawer and shuffles around, picking up two batteries and sticking it in the toy.

jaehyun sits up to see you naked. “you look so beautiful. you always do.” he reaches forward and pinches your nipple. “you’re so beautiful, baby.” he whispers and rubs your hard nipple with his thumb.

“here,” jaehyun holds up the toy. “i want to see how you’d play with this.” you hesitate but take the toy from him. “i want to watch,” he says, again. “is that okay?” you nod and sit back, with your legs stilk pressed together.

“can i get a pillow?” jaehyun reaches behind him and grabs a pillow, fluffing it and handing it to you.

you tuck it behind you and you lay back, finally pulling your legs apart and letting jaehyun see your glistening pussy.

“fuck, baby.” jaehyun licks his lips and hisses at the sight.

you turn the toy on and gasp when it starts buzzing softly. “hm,” jaehyun grabs the box and reads the front. “there are five settings— let’s try them all.”

“a—all—?” your clit dying to feel the buzzing. “yes, all. we have all night. tomorrow’s christmas.” you bite your lip and gasp when jaehyun guides the vibrator to your clit.

your hips jerk inward and every muscle in your body clenches. “o—ooh, god.” you sigh and let out a string of moans. “o—ooh, my god.” you roll your hips and toss your head back.

“fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” jaehyun whispers and reaches up, grabbing ahold of your nipples and pinching them between his fingers. “i—im gonna c—cum!” you groan and clench around nothing.

jaehyun grins as you let out a soft gasp and watches as you go tense. your orgasm hitting you softly yet so roughly.

“hm, should we move it up a level?” you smile through your recovery and nod. “that’s my girl.” jaehyun rubs your clit with his thumb and takes the toy from you, switching it off and then climbing off the bed.

“wh—where’re you going?” you can barely lift your head off the pillow. “getting some of our other toys.” you watch as he walks to the closet and comes back with several rose gold silk ribbons.

jaehyun sits back in the bed and drags you to one of the bed posts. “don’t tie it too tight.” you say as he begins tying your wrists together. “ahh, i won’t.” jaehyun tightens it and a whimper is released from you as you bring your eyes to his.

“mm, im sorry, my love.” jaehyun softly chuckles and leans down, giving your forehead a kiss. “i said not too tight, asshole.” you say between (nervous) laughter.

jaehyun takes the next ribbon and uses it to tie your ankle— this ribbon was long so it was a given opportunity for jaehyun to bring it all up your legs and to your hips, where it ends, he ties it up into a bow and stands on his knees.

“so pretty.” jaehyun admires his work and bites his lip. “try not to roll off.” he says with a soft chuckle.

jaehyun reaches for the toy and the bottle of lube catches his eyes. “hm.” the corner of his lips quirk and his hand reaches for it as well. “let’s put this to use.” he flicks the bottle open and squirts some onto the round vibrator.

jaehyun flicks the toy onto the third setting and bites his lip at the buzz. “mm, this one is powerful— i wonder how the other settings will be like.” he lifts your legs and uses the toy to smear the lube on your lips.

you shudder at the cold feeling. jaehyun slips the toy into your cunt and a yelp escapes from you. the buzzing inside you felt so different. your walls clenched around the toy which vibrated more vibration.

“o—ooh, my god— get this thing out of me!” you shudder and squeeze your fists. “h—holy fuck, it’s so strong!” you gasp, digging your nails into your palms.

jaehyun chuckles at the sight of you being torn up from a toy. “how does it feel, baby?” you groan in annoyance (more like not being able to form any words), and flip to your side. “aw,” jaehyun groans. “cmon, baby. tell me how it feels.”

“so— g—god!” you shake your head and choke back a whimper. “i—i can’t!” you could feel tears forming in your eyes and they threatened to fall.

jaehyun hums, thrusting the toy further into you. “mm, yes you can, baby. i know you can.” an orgasm has you thrashing around and biting back a vicious moan.

“ah ahh,” jaehyun tuts as your moans become louder from the stimulation. “do you remember our baby boy in the other room, let’s try not to wake him, yeah?” you nod and bends your knees.

you let out a whimpery cry when feeling the buzz hit your g-spot. “t—that— god!” you scream and arch your back off the bed. “feels so fu— fucking good!” you manage to get out and jaehyun smiles down at you.

“i know you could do it.” jaehyun pulls the toy out and shuts it off.

“that was torture.. holy fuck.” you laugh and so does jaehyun.

“looked fun.” jaehyun says undressing himself. “oh, did it now?” he nods and you sit up. “why don’t we test it on you?” the man shakes his head and grabs you by the hips.

jaehyun fixes the way you’re laying and holds your thighs firmly, keeping your feet in the air. “not tonight, baby. another night. but, tonight is about you and making another baby— m’kay?” you nod, watching as your husband lays flat on his belly.

“now, sit still for me so i can eat this pretty pussy.” you moan and hide your face behind your arm as jaehyun dips his head and flattens his tongue on your pussy.

jaehyun hums, causing more vibration to buzz against your clit. (as if the vibrator wasn’t enough).

“oh, god.” you gasp and tip your head back with your eyes shut. “good god, jaehyun!” you cry out as he dips his tongue into your hole.

jaehyun groans and lets his eyes flutter shut while he laps your juice. your sweet sweet juice that he can never get enough of.

“sh—shit!” you attempt to laugh through the pleasure but jaehyuns nose rubs against your clit. “oh, god— i’m gonna cum.” you whisper.

your hands begged to be released. they’d begged to just be lost in his soft locks but the restraints held you hostage.

“fuck— i’m— i’m cumming!” you pant out.

jaehyun quickly laps up your juice and sucks your clit. he brings his a pair of fingers to your pussy and thrusts them into your cunt. it was a perfect fit— your walls snuggled him tightly while he thrusted them to fuck you through your orgasm.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you squeal and turn to your side as it gets too much. jaehyun sits up and licks his fingers clean. “i wasn’t quite finished, baby.” you shake your head (and so did your legs).

“i think.. i think im done for the night.” jaehyun uses the back of his hand and wipes his mouth and around. “hm, i think i remember you saying that this week is your ovulation week and that.. you’ve been wanting another mini us. right?”

you turn back and face him with a nod afterwards. “i do but, i don’t think i can have so many orgasms in one night. i mean, don’t get me wrong— it feels amazing but, sir, i am going to be sore before sunrise.” you laugh and jaehyun reaches forward, untying the ribbons from your hands and ankle.

“one more round, baby. one more.” you look at the clock on jaehyuns nightstand— it was almost three in the morning.

you bite your lip to hide the cheeky smile. “i guess another round wouldn’t hurt.” jaehyun softly chuckles and grabs you by the waist.

jaehyun hovers you over his lap and sinks you down on his cock. “w—wow.” you laugh with nerve and adjust to the size.

you swore he grew everyday.

“god, you’re so.. huge.” you and jaehyun both laugh. “take your time, baby. we’ve got all night ahead of us.” you rest your hands on his shoulders and let out a extended exhale.

“that’s it, baby.” jaehyun says as he feels you move your hips in a circular motion. “keep moving your hips like that.” he sets his hands on your hips and squeezes them while your roll them in circles.

jaehyun reaches down and uses his thumb to rub your clit. “i—im sensitive, dickhead!” you grab his wrist and he laughs. “i’m sorry, i am.” jaehyun hugs your waist and presses a kiss on your chest.

jaehyuns hands rest on your ass and pulls you on. “let me help, baby.” jaehyun drops your ass and picks it back up.

you moan and jaehyun smiles. “i love how you sound, baby.” you dig your chin into his shoulder in embarrassment. “you sound so fucking adorable when getting fucked by me.”

jaehyun holds your hips still and uses the wall as a support for his back to push his hips up.

“oh, my god.” you gasp, nails digging into his soft skin while jaehyun pounds into you. “oh, god, im gonna cum.”

“wait for me, baby. i wanna cum together.” jaehyun whispers.

several seconds pass by and you are reaching your climax with jaehyun. his cock pumping his load into you while you attempt to recover from your orgasm.

“can we shower?” you ask with drowsy eyes. “how’bout we take a bubble bath instead?” you softly laugh, lifting your head off his shoulder. “use nanas bubbles?” jaehyun nods and you do as well.

jaehyun holds you close while climbing off the bed and to the bathroom where the pair of you took a bath with bubbles.

you’d fallen asleep which jaehyun thought was absolutely adorable.

A/N: tbh there was no boxing related in here HAHA. but, it was just a cute little thing to write. :)

#anon #ash talks #nct imagines #nctsplug02 #nct scenarios #nct smut #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jaemin fluff #na jaemin #nct jaemin

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hi ya!! different anon here! I loved the kidnapping fic you wrote!! Ah I love crack/fluff fics,, fufufu~ May I ask for a continuation but with Lilia, Jamil, Riddle and Floyd? If not thats fine too!! I love your writing and your overall vibes!!! You seem like such a nice warm person!

-🦇

combining this with another ask~! ♪ (・ω・　 )

𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟐)

⚠️ notes : kidnapping

author’s note : such kind words, bat anon!! ♡ i really appreciate it, thank you!!

and to my anon in the pic, no need to apologize, i don’t mind getting continuation requests at all! i enjoy writing these, so it’s really no problem for me! ♡ also, between leona and jack, i chose to write for leona~! ♪

prologue in part one!

riddle rosehearts

“i’ll have each and every one of their heads!”

whoo, watch out rsa, riddle’s coming in to lay down the law. but like, literally. he’s gonna give them a lecture about how what they did was a teensy bit illegal before using his unique magic to collar them. when is he gonna take it off, they ask..? well, he hasn’t thought that far ahead. whenever he feels like the time is right, he supposes. he won’t take complaints from them or listen to a word they say, he’s teaching them a lesson!

leona kingscholar

“those guys just haaad to come in and ruin the peace, huh?”

threatens that if they don’t hand you over, he’s gonna use his unique magic to turn rsa into a big sand castle lmao

the boys don’t believe that he can do such a thing until he gives them proof that he very well could. he turned an entire bookshelf nearby into sand, and they kinda just stood there like “oh shit”— and just like that, you were freed within a couple of seconds! while he walked you back to your dorm, you two laughed about how quick they were let you go and their scared faces.

jamil viper

“got it. alert the guys down the hall that i’m gone and ask for them to watch over kalim, will you, grim?”

probably the best guy to have rescue you. jamil is on the move right away, plus he knows what to do in a situation like this— he’s well trained and always has to be alert for kidnappings and other dangerous scenarios due to kalim being a target for them and all. he’s gotta say though, he never imagined he’d be having to save you! color him surprised.

jade leech

“fufu, chaos never seems to rest, does it?”

the most civil person in this list🏅

… though while he is civil, the rsa boys still got a bad vibe off of jade. like, they just knew something was up with him. it could’ve been his off-putting smile or that look in his eyes— or perhaps the menacing aura he has in general, i couldn’t tell you. it was pretty easy to get you freed! that being because all the boys’ got an instinct that said they would be safer if they didn’t try and put up a fight with jade, thus letting you go.

floyd leech

“i’m gonna squeeze the life outta those little princes~!”

we all know how floyd is when he’s mad, don’t we? i can only say good luck and give a thumbs up to everyone who unfortunately runs into floyd, because he is not sparing anyone from his wrath— well, except for you, of course.

upon seeing you, his murderous expression is suddenly turned to a joyful, adoring one as he cuddles up to you. you just keep petting his head and thanking him for saving you, quickly peeking over your shoulder at all the people doubled over in pain because of a squeezing from him. so interesting how he can practically turn into a different person on a dime, isn’t it?

lilia vanrouge

“well! that’s certainly one way to make the night interesting, isn’t it?”

ojichan gets you out in a snap and convinces you to go around and pull some completely harmless ✨ lighthearted ✨ fun ✨ pranks on the boys! you, wanting a quick laugh (and to get some revenge), agreed— though these pranks seem a bit more mean spirited than he led you to believe..?

#here are some more boys coming to your rescue~! （＾ω＾） #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #riddle x reader #leona x reader #jamil x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #lilia x reader #gn reader

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Lyrics

Mafia boss Bucky x singer! Reader

Sum- you and Bucky had been together for 3 years before he left, he had even put a ring on your finger. You never knew why he left but it broke you to peices. One day he comes to the club you sing at and you change the song to show him how much your hurting.

Warning- mention of breakup, cussing, sad ending (if you want a good ending ask for it. For now you get to cry.) mention of guns, vehicle destruction.

This is part 1

Part 2 ‘letter’

Part 3 ‘love’

I’d rather go blind by Beyoncé (Etta james)

Bucky walks in a few of his body guards following close behind.

“Bucky!” Steve calls from the other side of the room. He walks over giving his friend a hug smiling.

“How have you been.?” He asks

“Im alright you?” Bucky asks

“Yeah I’m good, hey I gotta treat for you tonight we hired this girl a few months back she’s got an amazing voice. Her name is pudding she’s fucking incredible.” Steve says.

Bucky chuckles

“You got strippers too now?” He asks Stevelaughs

“That’s next week pal” he says other people begin to gather in and pretty soon the show begins to start the lights dim and music begins to play.

Bucky takes his seat in the middle table around the best row. Buckys ear perk as the steady melody hits his heart the familiar music. The curtain opens revealing you.

Bucky sits up his eyes widening. You seem to notice him and sigh rolling your eyes you walk off to the side as the music cuts you walk back in the stage and a different song plays. Bucky frowns confused if your okay. Seeing you in the beautiful skin right dress your make up done and hair falling down your back.

The music begins to play again but it’s a different song.

You begin to sing the song your wrote after Bucky had left you. The lyric hit his ears as he begins to realized just how much he hurt you. He didn’t get to tell you why, didn’t give a reason, didn’t leave a note, or a text, he left 1 million dollars in your bank account and you in the California king bed in his pent house that he’d left in your name.

Something told me it was over (Yeah)

When I saw you and her talking deep

Something deep down in my soul said cry girl (cry, cry)

When I saw you and that girl walking around whoo ooh

You remaine your glaze on him feeling tears begin to fall down your cheeks. Your voice becomes stronger as you sing about how he hurt you.

I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Then to see you walk away from me child naw naw whoo ooh

Bucky runs his fingers through his hair sighing as he ties it up in a bun, looking down not being able to bear your face now tear stained. He’d always promised you he’d never hurt you even though he left to keep you safe he needed you. When steve had asked him if he’s been alright that wasn’t the truth.

He left 6 months ago and hasn’t had a good night sleep since. He’s more hostile to his empylees and takes less bullshit than he did with you. You keep him sane, calm, loved…Happy.

So you see I love you so much that I don't wanna watch you leave me baby

Most of all I just don't

I just don't wanna be free now whoo ooh, Woo oh

Bucky feels a lump in his throat something he hasn’t felt since you had yes to marrying him the pure joy the engulfed him but now it was filled with sadness. Pain that he’d been hiding this entire time.

That ring still on your finger it glistens in the stage light. ‘Why do you still wear it if you’re so hurt?’ ‘why dont you look away from him?’ ‘do you still love him?”

I was just, I was just, I was just sitting here thinking of your kiss, And your warm embrace yeah When a reflection in a glass that I held to my lips now baby Revealed these tears that are on my face whoo ooh

Bucky gets up from his seat sniffing before finishing the glass of bourbon steve so kindly placed in his hand. He takes on last look at you before walking off his body guards follow. He walks out of the club before letting out a yell not angry not to cause attention of pure pain pissed off at himself for not treating you right in the end you deserved a goodbye, a reason, you deserve better that too much money and shit memories.

And baby, and baby, baby I'd rather be blind boy

Then to see you walk away

Walk away from me yeah ”FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” Bucky yells kicking his car and breaks off the side mirror chucking it through the windshield. He punches the door of the car denting it in his metal arm making sparks fly before drawing his gun and shooting it until the ammo is out.

And baby, baby, baby I'd rather be blind boy

Then to see you walk away, Walk away from me

He falls to his knees beginning to sob. Still being able to hear your voice from outside the club as it dies down into Applause then default music begin to play.

Bucky pants sobbing into the black asphalt not even realizeing your steps up to him you kneel down in front of him. He looks up his hair disheveled falling out of the bun it was once tied up in a bun.

You see his tired face the stubble and bag under his eyes. His blue eyes darkened and red by the tears.

“Im sorry…im so so sorry.” His voice breaks.

You nod. Your eyebrows knit together. Tears stream down his face. You place you hand on his cheek he leans into it. Yo lean into him kissing his lips to which he immediately kisses you back.

Lips against his for a few more seconds before you pull away and looking into his eyes his gaze softening. You look down at you hand the ring glistening against your skin. You take it off and take his hand placing it in him palm.

“Y/n..” he begins.

“You left me…but you forgot this.” You say before getting up and walking back into the club. Bucky pleads out watching you walk away.

#Sad bucky x reader #marvel #james buchanan barnes #Bucky x reader #james barnes x reader #mafia boss #mafia bucky x reader #mafia bucky barnes

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Interrupted

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz Vizsla x Fem!Reader (Bunny)

Warnings: Whoo boy there’s a few. SMUT. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say that, but this is basically ALL smut. Free use agreement, and talk relating to that. [BC THIS IS FREE USE, EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS BETWEEN PAZ AND READER IS CONSENSUAL. THERE IS NO NON-CON HERE]. Choking, biting, dirty talk, fingering, some rather rough fucking, creampie, slight dumbification (affectionate) (ex: being fucked stupid), mostly clothed sex, reader is called “good girl”, praise kink, aftercare, post-sex cuddles. Mixture of fluff and smut, but some parts of this got kinda yearning/angsty, so I do apologize. Semi-bittersweet/yearning ending. Idk if I got it all, but that’s the gist.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: So this started as a tiny idea that grew and grew and grew until it proceeded to consume my every waking thought for the past week. (This is all thanks to @maybege, @tailorvizsla, @catsnkooks, and literally anyone else who reblogged/voted/sent in ideas or thots. This is all their fault.)

Mainly, this is a modern day AU in which Paz is a college athlete and your best friend/roommate who you enter into a free use agreement with. (FUN SIDE NOTE: IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT FREE USE MEANS YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING THIS. GO AWAY.) 

This was originally intended to be a oneshot. I am now currently plotting a series, so this idea will not be going away any time soon. Please feel free to come yell at me in my dm’s or inbox about this! I welcome the thots! 

I hope you enjoy! Please lemme know what you think, I’d really appreciate it!

Paz had to fight back a groan at the sight of you, standing there in the kitchen as you worked on finishing the dishes from making dinner that night. You’d prepared some kind of casserole, which was currently baking in the oven, and you stood at the sink with the water running as you washed the pots you’d used to prepare the ingredients.

The whole apartment smelt incredible, but that wasn’t the only thing making Paz’s mouth water. You were dressed in what had to be one of his old training shirts, considering how it hung on your frame. The neckline was slipping off one shoulder, the sleeves came almost to your elbows, and the hem of the shirt brushed against your thighs, hiding the swell of your ass. He couldn’t tell if you were wearing shorts underneath the shirt or not.

Fuck, he hoped you weren’t.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, but that was about to change. He didn’t bother waiting for you to finish, he didn’t have the patience for that. He’d dropped his hockey bag and gear in the foyer and toed off his shoes and socks, so it was on bare feet that he padded silently across the tile floor of the kitchen to press the length of his body against your back, his large hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you back against him.

You started violently, dropping the pan you’d been washing back into the soapy water with a shriek, and he couldn’t help but lean down to bury his chuckle into the curve of your neck. Your hands reached out to shut off the water and you hmph’d loudly, even as you sank back into his embrace.

“Gods, Paz, you couldn’t give me some warning?” You bemoaned, your tone one of tired exasperation, likely from the fact that this was an argument you had almost every day–sometimes even multiple times a day. “Bells. I’m gonna put bells on you, I swear.” 

Paz smirked, baring his teeth, and nipping playfully at the sensitive skin on your neck as his hands began to roam, enjoying the way you squirmed in his grasp. It was damn near impossible for you to stay mad at him, and he took advantage all the time, like the asshole he was. 

“Where’s the fun in that, bunny?”

You sighed in a way that told Paz you were rolling your eyes, although your sigh kicked up in pitch as one of his hands snuck under the fabric of his shirt to cup your tits, revealing that you were indeed not wearing shorts. His other hand splayed across your belly, palm huge and warm as he pressed your hips roughly back against his. He watched over your shoulder as your soapy, wet fingers curled around the edges of the sink, clearly trying to ground yourself in some way.

His fingers began to pinch at your nipples, switching back and forth so neither was left unattended, the soft breathy sounds escaping you were like a symphony to his ears. You always vocalized so beautifully when he played with the sensitive parts of your body. It had almost become a game to him, to see how many different sounds he could wring from you in one go.

“Paz–” you said, warning clear in your voice, even as he rolled your nipple between two huge fingers. “Paz, we don’t have time–” your voice cut off with a squeak as he nipped harshly at your neck in remonstration.

“What’s the rule, bunny?”

Paz’s voice was a deep rumble in his chest, and you felt it vibrate through your body as well, and you closed your eyes, perhaps in an attempt to block him out. But you and he both knew just how impossible that was. All you could sense was Paz.

And he knew it. Bastard. 

“C’mon, bunny rabbit. What’s our rule? I know you know what it is.”

The hand on your belly had begun to creep downwards, and his fingers were now toying with the elastic on the waistband of your panties. He was absolutely right, as usual. You knew damn well what the rule was, as it was something the two of you had agreed on shortly after beginning your stint as roommates. The whole situation was convoluted as hell, but in the end, it had come down to you not having a way to pay rent in a traditional manner, and Paz’s joking offer had turned to something more serious.

“Paz,” you whined, not sure what exactly you were asking him for. You knew you should be asking him to stop teasing you when dinner was about to be ready, but your body wanted what Paz was promising.

Paz’s hand finally stopped torturing your breast, only to pull out completely from under the shirt and come up to wrap around your throat, his hand so large his fingers easily reached the sides of your neck. He forced your head back, his grip tightening just enough to restrict airflow, but not enough to hurt you, only to prevent you from taking in a full breath. It made your legs go weak. He pressed his lips against your ear, whispering his next words.

“The rule, bunny. Now.”

Your own hands came up to grasp his wrist and forearm, although you made no moves to remove his hand from around your throat. It took you multiple tries to get the words out, but eventually you managed.

“Th-That I let you do whatever you want, when-whenever you want.”

You could feel his lips curling into a wicked smirk against your ear as his fingers tightened just a little bit more and his other hand finally crept past the fabric of your panties to cup your pussy, his middle finger easily slipping between your folds.

 “Good girl.”

You keen loudly as he strokes through your folds, the rough calluses on his hands providing a delicious friction. You were gasping for air as he held you, even as you did your best to try and grind down on his hand between your legs. He kept his tight grip on your neck until you started to see black spots at the edges of your vision, when he abruptly let go. Then, two things happened simultaneously.

First, you sucked in a deep breath, the feeling of your lungs filling with air after being restricted to only shallow breaths euphoric and almost orgasmic in of itself.

Second, you realized his grip on your neck had also been partially holding you up, and without that safety net, you slumped against him, which only pressed your cunt harder against his fingers, sending sparks of sensation shooting up your spine and causing you to cry out in shock and arousal.

Paz lazily slid two of his fingers into your cunt, slowly pumping them in and out as he ground the heel of his hand against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and your hands flew to the counter to scrabble for something to ground you, fingers tightening almost painfully on the edges of the sink basin once more. It never mattered how much the two of you did this, it always felt like the first time.

“Are you gonna keep being a good girl for me, bunny? Gonna let me fuck this pretty ‘lil pussy?”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, worrying the flesh as you tried to hold back a moan. Paz had discovered how much you loved dirty talk–specifically his dirty talk, and who could blame you, the man had a voice made of sin–and you hadn’t had a moment’s peace since.

Paz nipped at your ear, mostly to bring your focus back to him. “What happened, bunny? Aren’t there any words inside that pretty head of yours? Or am I just being too distracting?” As his voice dropped lower, Paz cupped your tits again, this time over his shirt which added an extra level of friction as he tugged at your nipples. The air whooshed out of your lungs, and you gasped desperately for more as you tried to form a reply that wasn’t just begging him to get on with it and fuck you already.

“Hmm, I guess I don’t really need your permission, do I?” His hand withdrew from your panties, making you let out an involuntary whimper at the loss, your pussy clenching around nothing. You hated the feeling of emptiness now, especially when you knew what it felt like to have him inside you. “After all, you’ll let me do whatever I want, whenever I want. Isn’t that right, bunny?”

Gods, you really should answer him, but you couldn’t seem to make your mouth work. Luckily, Paz wasn’t waiting for an answer, or permission. He stepped back a half step, just enough for him to have enough room to pull his cock free from his pants. He didn’t bother undressing either of you, clearly not patient enough to wait. He simply yanked the fabric of the shirt you were wearing up over your ass and jerked your panties part way down your thighs. With one hand on his cock, he placed the other in the center of your back and bent you over the kitchen sink, groaning as he watched you subconsciously present for him, spreading your legs slightly.

You gasp softly as you feel the head of his cock nudge gently against your slit, swallowing harshly as you feel Paz just stroke your folds with his cock, coating the head in the slick wetness that had begun to pool there. He teased you by slowly beginning to press against your opening, only to back away at the last second.

It felt so good, but it also wasn’t enough. You knew it, and he knew it. Finally, he notched the head of his cock at your entrance, and with just a little bit of pressure, the head of his cock popped in your cunt, and he began to sink into the waiting warmth.

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out as he began to stretch you with his dick. Paz wasn’t a small man by any estimation, a fact which applied to all of him, as you’d learned when you started this little agreement. No matter how much he used your body, how much he fucked you, it was still a stretch to take him every time. You were always so tight around him, something he loved to praise you for.

“Shit, bunny.” You shuddered at the wrecked sound of his voice. “Shit, shit, shit, you always take me so fucking good.” His hand left the small of your back to grasp at your hip, helping to rock you back so he could sink further into you. His fingers spread wide over your hips and gripped tight, easily controlling the pace as he forced you to take inch after inch. You could feel your legs beginning shake and you were suddenly grateful for the extra support of the kitchen sink, because without it you’d surely be collapsing into a puddle on the tile floor.

After what felt like forever, you finally felt Paz’s hips press flush against your ass as he bottomed out inside your cunt. He held himself still for a moment, his thumb idly brushing against your side as you once more adjusted to the feeling of being stretched and filled. You’d never tell him, but a part of you always ached whenever he wasn’t stuffed as deep inside you as he could get. He’d only tease you, and you’d much rather he spent the time fucking you, especially since you knew one day, you’d have to let this agreement go.

Just as you were becoming adjusted to the sensation of being filled to the brim, and your fingers were starting to uncurl from their death grip on the sink, Paz decided that was the perfect time to move. He pulled his hips back, not enough to leave the warmth of your pussy, but enough that when he thrust back in, his hips slammed against your ass, pushing you up on your tiptoes as he shoved you further into the counter with the force of his thrust. The action punched a choked gasp out of your throat, which only seemed to spur him on as he began to fuck you in earnest.

He never pulled all the way out, preferring to only withdraw part way before burying himself back in your cunt, and the effect of the short, sharp thrusts was devastating. It felt like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs, every new breath punched out of you by the force of his hips colliding with your ass. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, and you felt tears begin to well up in the corner of your eyes as he fucked you like he’d never get the chance again.

He felt so big from this angle, impossibly so. It felt like he was in your throat he filled you so good. It made sense that his favorite position was bending you over random pieces of furniture or planting you on your hands and knees on the bed.

“That’s it,” he grunted, his voice deep and gruff and sending shivers down your spine. “Just take it, bunny. Take it.” You wanted to respond, whether with some smartass comment or a plea for more you weren’t sure since your brain had begun to melt, but you didn’t have enough air in your lungs to form anything other than whimpers and moans.

Those whimpers and moans just about turned to screams when Paz seemingly decided that the leverage he already had wasn’t quite enough, and released your hip with one of his hands, only to reach out and grasp your shoulder, using his new grip on your body to pull you back even harder onto his cock with every thrust of his hips. With this new leverage and the slight change in angle, he began to pummel upon that spot deep inside you that made you see stars, and your eyes began to roll back in your head.

Suddenly, a loud beeping filled the kitchen, and it took you longer than it should to realize the timer was finished on the oven, and that it was time to take the casserole out. It took even longer for your tongue to try and form the words to tell him.

“P-P-Paz,” you stuttered, voice breaking in time with his thrusts. “T-T-The f-f-food!”

His dark chuckle seemed to fill the room, and he somehow, impossibly, picked up the pace, punching little “uh, uh, uh’s” out of your throat with rough thrusts. You were honestly worried about the kitchen sink breaking underneath your grasp.

“I don’t think so, bunny. I’m not finished yet, and neither are you for that matter.” You let out a weak little moan at his words, not quite processing exactly what he was saying, but knowing somehow that he was going to explain it anyways. “Tell you what. If you can tell me the name of the dish you made, I’ll stop and let you take it out of the oven. What do you think bunny? Does that sound fair?” His voice had taken on a kind of condescending tone, and had you had your wits about you, you probably would’ve smacked him for it. As it was, you could barely register the tone, much less the words.

“Well? Do you have an answer, bunny?”

 He suddenly stopped thrusting, letting go of your shoulder in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you upright so that your back was pressed tight against his chest. His nose brushed against the side of your head as he whispered in your ear.

“What’s the name, bunny? Just gotta answer me, that’s all you’ve gotta do.”

Fuck, you had no idea what he was asking you. While he’d stopped thrusting, he was instead choosing to grind his hips into yours, ensuring that you felt every ridge and vein of his cock brushing up against your walls, making your muscles clench and your thighs tremble. There was only one name that was in your mind and making its way past your lips with the state you were in.

“P-Paz?” You muttered, voice quiet and more than a little dazed. He smiled, you could feel it against your neck where he’d begun to place kisses, but it wasn’t a cocky smile like you’d seen him give to fangirls on campus or the news reporters who came to comment on his games and interview the players. No, this was his smile that was just for you, the smile that you saw when he stumbled out of bed in the mornings sore from practice the previous day to see that you’d made him breakfast, or when he came home in a snit, and you didn’t do anything except open your arms to offer a hug. It made a fire burn low in your belly, made you feel as though you’d done something right, something to be proud of, that maybe you were worthy of love and praise.

“That’s it, bunny. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” As he began to thrust again, although at a more sedate pace than before, his free hand left your hip to creep down to your pussy, feeling the way you stretched obscenely around him, his fingers brushing along your sensitive folds, before playing with your swollen clit. “That’s my good girl.”

You preened at his words, and you finally let go of the sink with one hand, to reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair as he continued to lavish kisses on your neck. You desperately wanted to pull his lips to yours, to remind yourself of what he tasted like, but the small part of your brain that wasn’t hazy with pleasure cruelly reminded you that kisses weren’t part of the agreement. Paz was free to do whatever he liked to your body, but kissing wasn’t on the table. It had been your choice, your decision, to try and prevent your heart from fracturing more than it already had. Of course, it probably didn’t matter in the end. You were already in far too deep. You could only hope that when he inevitably found out, he’d throw you a life raft instead of leaving you to drown.

Your attention was quickly brought back to the here and the now as Paz began to circle your clit roughly with his fingers, his hips snapping against yours a little more urgently than before. You realized with a start just how close you were, the way your muscles were beginning to tense up, the way your belly began to tighten, and your thighs began to shake even harder. Paz was clearly close too if his accelerated breathing was any indicator. 

“Are you gonna let me come in this pretty ‘lil pussy, bunny?” He breathed in your ear, the cockiness in his voice just barely covering up the begging in his words. “Gonna let me fill you up like a good girl? Like you deserve?”

Oh, that sounded so good. It was something you and Paz had talked rather seriously about at the start of all this. He’d never made it a secret that he didn’t really enjoy condoms, but he also said they were non-negotiable in all of his relationships, until this whole agreement with you. He’d said it was a mix of trying to prevent pregnancy and avoid STDs, but when the two of you had actually sat down to discuss what all your little roommate agreement would entail, and you’d offered to go on birth control so he could forgo the condoms, he’d been struck dumb for a good minute. You both had gotten tested and had decided to regularly get tested even though you weren’t planning on sleeping with other people at the moment, and the new implant on the market boasted a 100% pregnancy prevention rate since its debut a few years earlier. So, condoms had been nonexistent during your agreement, which had led to the discovery of Paz’s… fixation.

He loved coming inside you. You were pretty sure it was his favorite part of the whole agreement. You knew he wanted kids one day, and you figured the idea of him coming inside you fed into that desire of his. It wasn’t hurting anything, so you’d never discouraged it. In fact, you also enjoyed it a surprising amount, far more than you’d ever expected. With your ex, Parjai, the idea of him fucking you without a condom had always made you squirm, but never with Paz.

You weren’t examining why that was too closely. Nope. Not at all.

A particularly harsh snap of Paz’s hips brought you out of your head and back into the moment. You realized he was waiting for you to answer him, and you nodded your head, not trusting your voice not to break if you tried to answer him verbally.

Paz moaned deeply at your answer, his thrusts picking up the pace as he worked your clit, attempting to get you to come before he did. “Gods, my bunny ‘s so good to me,” he slurred, sounding suspiciously punch-drunk. “Gonna let me fill ‘er up, gonna let me come inside. Gonna lemme fill ‘er so full everyone knows she’s mine.”

You weren’t sure if it was just good timing, or if his words actually pushed you over the edge, but as he growled the word ‘mine,’ the coil snapped and your whole body stiffened up as you came, and you came hard.

Clenching uncontrollably on his cock, you began to tremble even harder in his hold, your legs practically useless. You surely would’ve collapsed if not for Paz. Luckily, his arm was a band of beskar around your waist, and he kept you pressed tight against him as your whole body shook with your orgasm. You figure it was the sensation of your release that triggered his own, and with an almighty growl, he came too, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm as he fulfilled his promise and filled you up.

Every rough, unsteady, uneven jerk of his hips pushed you closer and closer to overstimulation. You were often closer to being overstimulated rather than under-stimulated with the frequency that Paz indulged in your body, and sessions like this only made it worse. Paz seemed to love how shaky you got when you were overstimulated, how much your legs trembled, how broken your breathing sounded. There was a reason he’d made sure you picked a safe word, because when he got in the mood, he wouldn’t stop for anything short of the world being set on fire.

Finally, he stilled inside of you, his fingers stopping their torturous assault on your abused clit. You sagged against him, eyes shut as you felt your heart rate begin to slow and your breathing even out. Paz simply held you tighter, his arms wrapping more securely around your stomach and pulling you back against his chest. He always became a cuddle-bug after sex, something you’d secretly been thrilled to discover.

The sound of your name falling from his lips drew you out of the haze you’d settled into, and you hummed softly to signal that you were now paying attention or attempting to at least.

“Thank you, bunny,” Paz said, his voice soft and low, a true sign of how relaxed he was. “I really needed that today.”

You made a face, your nose scrunching up slightly as your brain sluggishly thought over his words. “Y’don’ need t’ th’nk me, Paz,” you slurred, your tongue feeling far too heavy in your mouth. “‘m here, y’know. F’r you.”

He chuckled, the sound surprisingly self-deprecating. He could get maudlin sometimes, after your little sessions. It seemed like today was one of those times, and had you been more coherent, you would’ve pressed. But you weren’t, so you didn’t.

When he spoke, the traces of self-deprecation were gone, and back in place was the cocksure attitude you’d grown used to from your best friend-turned-roommate/fuckbuddy.

“Did I fuck all the thoughts outta your pretty head, bunny rabbit?” You frowned, or tried to, at least. “Awe, that’s ok,” he crooned. “Just lemme take care of you, now. You take such good care of me, it’s only fair I return the favor.”

He slowly pulled away, managing to keep you upright while he rearranged his and your clothes in an effort to look like he hadn’t just fucked you stupid. Just as you were beginning to sway dangerously, your legs feeling far too much like Jell-O, he picked you up bridal style, and began to carry you out to the couch.

You should’ve been content to just stay cradled in his arms, but something was nagging at you, something important, if only your brain was capable of forming coherent thought. Like usual, however, Paz seemed to know your mind better than you knew it yourself. He placed you gently on the couch, pressing his lips briefly to your forehead before pulling back. Your eyes slowly opened, and you whined quietly at the loss of his heat. He only smiled down at you.

“It’s alright, lemme just go and take the food outta the oven, bunny. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Ah.

Right.

The food. 

You’d honestly forgotten. 

You felt like you should be mad at him for distracting you, and likely burning dinner, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to express anything other than exhausted satisfaction. You sank down into the couch cushions, eyes falling shut again as Paz left to go take care of the food. Your body ached pleasantly, and you honestly could’ve fallen asleep then and there if it weren’t for the promise of Paz coming back to cuddle with you.

It felt like no time at all–although your current perception of the passage of time was unreliable at best–that you felt your body being carefully lifted again as the warm, muscled form of your best friend slid onto the couch behind you. He was always so gentle, unbearably so sometimes, and this was no exception. He settled into a reclined position, with you lying mostly on top of him, your face able to easily nestle into the crook of his neck. He slung an arm across your waist to better hold you, and the last bits of tension drained from both of your bodies near simultaneously.

Now that you were fully settled, you felt yourself beginning to drift off to sleep. As you teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, you whispered quietly into heated skin.

“Love you, Paz.”

As the blanket of sleep fully settled over you, you missed his equally soft, and strangely melancholic response. 

“I know, bunny. Love you too.”

#paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla #college!athlete!roommate!paz #college!athlete!roommate!paz vibes #car!paz au #car!paz #send me asks about car!paz! #reader #fem reader #reader's nickname is bunny #paz is a hockey player #free use agreement #smut #read the warnings #dead dove do not eat #it's all listed up top #don't come at me if u get offended cause I warned u #fanfic #the mandalorian #modern au #oneshot #going to be part of a series at some point

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello!

So I started watching ROTTMNT a few weeks ago despite my only exposure to the Ninja Turtles being a single scene of a 90's live-action movie when I was maybe 5 because the turtles started repeatedly appearing in my dreams, and my brother informed me this was the universe telling me I need to watch the turtles.

In any case, I have now become hyperfixated. Could I request platonic ROTTMNT turtle boys with a reader who is a biting insect magnet? It doesn't matter if the bug usually feeds on humans or not, the reader's blood is, for whatever reason, sweet, sweet nectar to all manner of biting insects, to the point that even max strength bug repellant doesn't always work to keep the bugs away; so reader is always getting bitten up by all nearby biting insects. To make matters worse, reader is mildly allergic to the itch juice bugs inject when they bite, and gets huge, swollen, itchy rashes from bug bites that itch for several weeks. (Reader is also an avid herper—someone who enjoys catching and releasing wild reptiles and amphibians, a passtime that involves being out and about where bugs are going to be at the times they are most active.)

My first experience with tmnt was the 2012 series when it first came out, I was like 7ish. Didn't Really get into the fandom though untill recently!

Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello and Michaelangelo x reader who's catches lizards and is allergic to bug bites

Raph

★ Whoo boy. He is so scared that you are going to get bitten by a oozesquitoe. It's not even funny. Anytime you're remotely near one he's pulling out Donnie's emergency hazmat suit (More on that later)

★ He urges you to where long sleeves and pants when you go out. Actually really likes the lizards that you catch. His favorite lizard native to New York is the coal skink because it looks a little red in the right lighting.

★ Raph's worried about your health, but that's just how he is. He will always be a bit worried about your health. Its actually pretty sweet. But please put a bandaid over the bigger bites so that he doesn't fret.

Leo

★ Leo, being the ever so intelligent person he is, decides that you're the perfect bait to catch oozesquitoes. Fortunately he is quickly shut down by his brothers the moment he voices his clearly perfect idea.

★ He keeps more than a few bottles of benadryl around the lair. Allergic reactions to bug bites wasn't something he knew about before meeting you. He's well stocked for whenever you get attacked by bugs.

★ Yes, he tried to cut a mosquito in half with his ōdachi. No, it didn't work. His weapon got stuck in a log because he put to much force into the swing.

★ He might get a little jealous over the lizards. Especially if you start talking to them. "look at you, handsome little guy!" And "oh, you have beautiful coloration" all prompt his jealousy. "Why don't you talk to me like that :'("

Donnie

★ Your blood seems to be irresistible to blood-eating insects, bug spray or not. His quite perplexed by the whole situation. Are you sure you used bug spray and not sunscreen?

★ His fear over you getting bitten by an oozesquitoe mixed with his tendency to plan things out in advanced led him to make a emergency hazmat suit for you in the turtle tank.

★ The amount of times he's had to put calamine lotion on you because you had gotten bit by bugs is way too high. To be blunt, he thinks you should stop trying to catch random lizards. Or at the very least cut down on it.

★ But then again, the look on your face when you catch a lizard and show him it is really cute. Especially when you explain to him what species it is and where it likes to hide during the day.

Mikey

★ Knows next to nothing about lizards, which is surprising because he's a reptile. If you have any books on wildlife he would like to borrow them to read up on New York's reptile population.

★ When you get bad allergic reactions he brings you to Leo. He would carry you but he probably can't because he is smol. Mikey loves animals but he doesn't love mosquitoes because of the effect they have on you.

★ He joins you whenever you try to catch lizards. Mikey loves to give the lizards you catch different names. Whenever you go out he brings a jar of dehydrated mealworms for whatever creature you catch.

#rottmnt #rottmnt imagines #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt #tmnt x reader #Raphael #raph x reader #leonardo x reader #Leonardo #Donatello #donatello x reader #michelangelo x reader #Michelangelo #raphael #michelangelo headcanon #Raphael headcannon #Leonardo headcannon #Donatello headcanons

[tdinyomomma]

TDWT- Cody X Reader: Walk Like An Egyptian Pt. 1 (Chapter Two)

If you haven’t read: one

“Season three of Total Drama, folks! The world is gonna be mine, sea to shining sea! Sadly I’m forced to share my world with a three-ring traveling teen freak show!” A bus pulls up behind Chris McLean, as he continues to talk. 

“They’ll be competing all around the globe for another one million dollars!” he grins. 

“So let’s meet our players.” The first few teens come out, “Courtney, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Leshawna!” Introducing them. Gwen accidentally bumps into Heather. 

“Are there reserved seating? I.E. can’t have one behind Heather’s pony-hair ponytail?” She makes a jab at the once bald headed mean girl in front of her. “Um, my extensions are human hair!” Heather folds her arms. 

“You learn something new everyday.” Duncan adds in, to which Gwen giggles at. He smirks, pissing off his girlfriend, Courtney.

“Lindsay!” Chris suddenly shouts, moving on from that whole hot mess, the blonde comes down from the bus. Blowing a kiss. 

“Owen, DJ, and Harold!” He has his eyes shut, waiting for the boys to come out. 

“Hey! Oh! Ah!” Owen grunts, he comes out with DJ bear hugging him from behind. 

“Sweet Strawberry preserves! No!” The big guy yells out. “He’s afraid of flying remember?” DJ speaks for him, walking with Owen away from the bus to let others come out. 

“Aerophobia, from the Latin, as apposed to Aeronausiphobia, the fear of air sickness.” Harold tells everyone his nerdy information,

 “Keep up the fascinating facts and I’m going to be Aeronauseous all over you.” Noah threatens. 

“And returning favorites: Noah, Cody and-” 

“Yo, yo, yo! This years winner is in the house- Uh, bus. I mean runway! Where’s the plane, eh?” Ezekial announces himself. 

“I know right? Let’s fly! Whoo!” Izzy pops out, jumping onto Ezekial’s shoulders. “Watch out! Ooh!” They both fall to the ground. “Yep Izzy’s back. Also returning this season, Tyler and the co-host of Total Drama Aftermath, Bridgette.” Both the athletes trip and fall over Izzy and Ezekial who still laid on the ground from falling themselves. “

Yo, Chris, you forgot to introduce me.” Ezekiel raises his hand, Chris sighs. “And Ezekial.”

“And now to mix things up and keep it all fresh, we’re adding three new competitors. He’s an honor-roll student with a diplomat for a dad and an amazing ability to charm the pants off most species; Alejandro!” The good looking Hispanic teen struts down the steps of the bus. 

“Perhaps I can assist.” He helps up Izzy and Bridgette. “Wow-whee.” Izzy dreamily says. “I-I have a boyfriend!” Bridgette stammers. 

“And, amigos, please allow me.” Alejandro then helps up the two other boys. “Wow-whee.” Ezekiel says. “I like girls.” Tyler defends himself unnecessarily. 

“Here’s our first girl, she’s a well known actress who hates germs, super pretty by the way; [Name]!” The girl comes out with a disgusted expression, trying not to touch the handles of the bus, jumping off the last step. 

“When was the last time this thing has been washed?” She questions, squirting hand sanitizer into her hands. A few of the teens hold back squeals, waving at her and she changes her expression and waves back with a small smile, before she can walk away Chris is already announcing the next girl. 

“And she’s a sugar addicted superfan with 16 Total Drama blogs; Sierra!” The tall purple haired girl runs out, squeezing [Name] into an embrace, lifting the girl up. 

“Oh, my gosh! I love you guys! And this is the greatest day of my life and-” She gasps for breath, hyperventilating and finally letting go of the actress who hurries away from her. “Anybody, got a paper bad I can breathe into?” She asks around then is quickly over that, heading to the other contestants. 

“Ah! Oh my gosh! Cody and [Name] standing together!” She runs up to then, they both look confused. “I dreamt of this moment, Only you weren’t wearing a shirt!” She whispers the last part to Cody.

Cutting that off there’s a loud squeaking noise then they all turn to see a rusted plane.

POV change

“Excuse me, but I’d like to express some concerns about the safety of our plane.” That one smart girl, courtney raises her hand. 

“Relax it’s perfectly safe,” Chris puts his hands up but then a part of the plan falls off. Freaking out that big blonde guy. “Really looks safe.” I comment, and the Noah guy agrees with me. 

“Now, boarding!”

“No! I can’t ride in that! Call the United Nations! Call a cab! Call my mom! No I’m not doing this! I’m out, this is unethical!” He panics, but before he can keep it up, Chris knocks him out with a frying pan. “Mommy.” He whimpers. 

“Anybody else got a problem with it?” The host motions to us.

“No.” Cody says. 

“Love it!” Lindsay rubs her head nervously. 

“Dibs on the window seat.” Bridgette calls. 

“Now boarding on a voyage to a million big ones! We’re saving you a first-class seat for all the action right here on Total Drama World Tour!” Chris sings, “Seriously?” Duncan questions

We get into he plane. “Singing? Really? I thought Chris was joking about that.” Gwen exclaims. “Well I don’t have a problem with it.” Courtney shrugs. 

“Yeah, cause you like singing.” Leshawna adds in. 

“Well, I don’t. Girls sing. Little birdies sing. Duncan’s do not sing.” Duncan folds his arms.“Mm, we can tell.” I mutter, leaning my weight onto my right foot. 

“Think I’ll get to beat box?” Harold asks in a hopeful tone. “I’ll beat you if you try.” Duncan holds up a fist. 

“Why are you doing this to us?” Heather questions the host. 

“Singing reality shows are huge. And the worse the singing the higher the ratings. Which is why this show, there will be no vocal coaches or rehearsals or warning.” Chris announces. Everyone grumbles but I sat there smirking. 

Being a child star meant I had a little bit of an advantage, having extensive vocal coaching I won’t be embarrassed like the rest. 

“Anywho this is the dining area, where you all enjoy in-flight meals.” Chris shows us the room we’ve been standing in for a few minutes now. 

“Not for long, eh? Prepare to lose to the Zeke!” Ezekiel says. “Okay, so not trying to be mean here, but you do know that you got voted out first last time right?” Gwen reminds him. 

“Word. And I spent every minute since making sure that don’t happen again. I’m stronger, faster, smarter-”

 “Chattier, blabbier, can’t-shut-uppier.” Chris shouts, cutting the boy who we falters down. 

“Is there a ladies room?” Leshawna speaks up. “Just through there.” Chris points. “Good, cause I got to make a deposit.” She says.

“Losing teams will enjoy a luxurious economy-class accommodations between destinations.” Chris informs. 

“Okay, well were are our beds?” That blonde athletic girl glances around. “Owen, care to demonstrate?” Chris yells, we all turn our heads over to see Owen sleeping, strapped to the wall. “That does not look comfortable.” Heather speaks. 

“No comfort for losers.” Chris teases. “Safety harnesses and an emergency exit out. No comfort here, here, or here.” Chris jokes, Sierra goes up to him with an obnoxious laugh but it was finally away from me so I don’t care. “O.M.G. Chris I am L.O.L.” She bends down laughing. 

“We should hit the winners compartment, eh? Cause I ain’t never gonna be in here. Ha! Never!” Ezekiel confidently tells everyone.

“Is never your policy on mouthwash too, homeschool?” Noah fans his face, grossed out. We then move onto first class. 

"You smell like coconut and vanilla.” Sierra whispers in my ear and my eyes widen, I move away from her for the hundredth time. 

“This is the first-class cabin, the domain on each weeks winners.” Chris shows off,. “Now this is the kind of accommodation ladies deserve.” Alejandro flirts with Lindsay and I scrunch my face. “They get ladies in first class, too? Oh! Me! You meant me!” Lindsay then gushes at her realization, hiding behind her hand to giggle. 

“That guy is as smooth as moma’s gravy.” DJ says and I agree. “You gotta be stupid to not see it’s poisoned though.” I mutter. “Lindsay’s supposed to like me.” Tyler slumps. 

“Nobody can compete with gravy. Even the poisoned kind.” Dj nudges me and we both chuckle. “Lindsay! I can do a handspring!” We probably should’ve stopped him but instead we watch him do it and completely fail. 

“Oh my gosh! Poor… uh I’m blanking on his name- Oh! Oh! I know! Alejandro.” She holds her r=hands together. “That’s my name.” The Hispanic smirks. “And what a nice name, Alejandro. I could say it all day.” She flirts back with him. “Please do.” She giggles at his response. I look over to see that Heather girl get annoyed.

“I can see right through that guy. You know, this extra confessional is a thousand times nicer than talking in the toilet.” heather admits. “Maybe for you. I’m trying to prep for a flight here.” Chef interrupts. “Hello, venting! Shh! Anyway, new guy is so transparent. So fake, so-” “Deliciously seductive.” chef speaks up once again. “That is exactly the opposite of what I was trying to say.” The girl disagrees. “Pretty good looking guy to boot, I’m just saying. Also there’s that actress it’s gonna be tough to compete with such a loved girl like her.” “Ugh! Forget this!”

“Whoa! Where are we now? A grand piano? Wood burning pizza over? Four person hot-tub with L.E.D. light show and dancing waters?” Cody questions, pointing out everything like we couldn’t see it ourselves.

  “Definitely not ours.” I cross my arms and he looks over at me. “Huh?” “it’s Chris’s.” I laugh, his face turns red as I’m chuckling. 

“Easy tiger, [Name]s right these are my quarters. And they’re off limits? Clear?” It looks like he was mainly talking to Harold but I missed what he said. “Crystal.” Harold puts his head down. “Oh, Chris. I heart your limits.” Sierra sighs.

“Anyway, with Beth gone, Lindsiot and Ale-whatever looking like a real threat, same with Miss all-loved actress, my only strategic option is to make friends with the other new girl, But pretending to like that is gonna be hard. I do not heart the new girl.” Heather declares to the camera, even getting closer to it.

“And that’s pretty much it, I skipped the cargo hold and galley but I’m sure you’ll find those exciting destinations later when I accidentally lock you in them.” Chris uses quotation marks with his fingers towards the end, being sarcastic. Then the plane moves like there’s a huge bump. 

“One more thing. I’m sure you remember a little something called the elimination ceremony. Takes place right in here, my friends.” He points, we all follow him to the next area.

“If you don’t receive a barf bag full of airline-tissue peanuts-” 

“I got a peanut allergy, yo, or more like a sensitivity.” Ezekiel confesses. “You will be forced to a drop of shame.” Chris ignores the boy who decides to carry. 

“Okay, I just don’t like-” “Kind of like this.” Chris grabs the boy, throwing him out of the plane. “All eliminations are final, bro!” Chris waves outside the door.

Now we’re sitting back at the tables. “Every second, we’re getting closer to ad

venture. And further from momma.” DJ frowns, I pat his back. “It’s gonna be alright. You’ll be back with her in no time.” I smile, of course I notice the staring and gawking over me comforting the boy. There’s always eyes on me. 

“Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson and [Name] [Middle Name] [Last Name]. I also happen to know your birthdays are April 1st and February 14th. My own April fool and Valentine.” Sierra stares at us in a creepy way except these eyes just have to be the most unsettling the I actually want to stop looking at me.

A spotlight shows upon the host. “Whenever you hear that friendly little bell, it’s musical number time. So let’s hear ti!” Chris tells them. “But what are we supposed to sing?” Courtney asks. “You have to make it up as you go. It wouldn’t be challenging otherwise now would it?” He questions and then music really starts and the teens start singing.

“Up, up, up, up!” Courtney starts it off, three other girls after. “Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!” Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler go, looking quite panicked. “We’re flying and singing. We’re flying and we’re singing!” They all bunch together to sing. Cody sits on the edge of a snack cart, [Name] behind him as Sierra pushes them. “Come fly with us!” Sierra sings, “Come fly with us!” The three then sing together. “We’ve got a lot of crazy tunes to bust. Ha-ha!” Izzy jumps out of the vent. “Come fly with us!” Bridgette stands on the couch with her arms out and Lindsay does the same thing on a seat opposite side of Bridgette. “Come fly with us!”

“It’s a pleasure and a honor and a must!” Alejandro pulls both the girls down next to him, both blush. “Dudes this is messed. You’re singing in a plane.” Duncan boredly says. “What do you expect? Chris is freaking insane- unh!” Harold gets pushed away as he was swinging around numchucks. “Yeah, but, guys you’re singing on t.v.” Gwen joins in. “Haven’t you always wanted to? It can’t just be meeeee!” Courtney dances like a ballerina around the goth girl.

Then it cuts to DJ and Leshawna dancing. “Come fly with us!” DJ starts. “Come fly with us!”

The plane shakes startling everyone, it shows [Name] grabbing onto Cody since he’s the only one near, then she let’s go and uses her hand sanitizer. “Do you know how to steer this thing?” Heather grips her seat besides Chef Hatchet. “I try.” He leans back in his seat, feet kicked up. “They thought they could leave me and depart! But this stowaway’s got winning in his heart!” Ezekiel belts, coming out of the suitcases in the cargo.

“Come fly with us! Come die with us!” Noah watches outside one of the plane windows to see one of the jets smoking. “We’re flying? I hate flying! Stop the plane!” Owen wakes up in a panic but just gets knocked out again by Chris.

“Come fly wit us! Come sing with us!” A group tries to persuade Gwen and Duncan. “No!” They fold their arms, Chris walks over with a smug expression laid out on his face, papers in his hands. “Anyone care for a copy of the season three rules? Because in order to escape instant elimination-” His singing gets cut off by Bridgette taking the papers out of his hand. “All the contestants must sing in each show!” She reads out, pissing off Chris.

“Duncan, do it, let’s go!” Courtney nudges her boyfriend. “Gwen sing it, don’t go!” Cody pleads. “Well, I don’t want to go home.” She looks annoyed. “Come fly with us! Come fly with us! Come and fly with us!” Gwen shoots up doing a little dance where she ends up on her knees. “Duncan come on, please!” Courtney clasps her hands together. “This su-u-u-cks!” He belts and they all go around him, posing to finish off the song. “Yeah!” They do jazz hands.

“Enough singing fruitcakes, strap yourselves in. We are now beginning our descent into Egypt. Musical numbers. Worst idea ever. Chris is such an id- Hey, why is this P.A. light still in?” Chris gasps at Chef’s words. “Oh sh-” The P.A. turns off. “We’ll be right back.” Chris tells the audience in a short tone, scrunching his face in anger.

And here we stand, in a scorching hot dessert with pyramids. 

“You guys ready for a little fun?” Chris comes over on a chair in Egyptian clothing, carried by two interns. “Huh? Wow! It’s a scorcher out here huh?” He takes a long sip of his cold beverage. “I call today’s challenge… pyramid over under.” He declares.

“An 11-hour flight, Chef’s in-flight cuisine, a forced musical number. Now we’ve got a challenge?!” Leshawna questions his show. I’m really starting to wish I had a different agent as I fan myself with my hand.

“Don’t you love this game?”

He moved us all over to a line to start a race of some sort. “It’s like we’re being cooked in a giant oven.” Harold complains. 

“It might help if you weren’t dressed like a giant baked potato.” Leshawna tell shim, Harold wears a foil hat on his head. 

“Aluminum foil means the aliens can’t read your brains. It’s a real problem in this area.” Harold informs her but is cut off by a cymbal crashing. 

“Man, that’s satisfying. All right. Pyramid over under means you chose how you’ll get to the finish line- either over or under the pyramid. Got it?” We all nod to his instructions. 

“Ready… Set…” “Wait up, yo! You guys wait up!” Ezekial runs in. “I told you I wasn’t gonna lose this time, eh?” Ezekiel points a finger in Chris’s face. “Didn’t we leave you in like Halifax or whitehorse or whatever?” Chris asks. 

“It’s called landing gear, homie. I climbed it and hid with the cargo.” He tells him. “Impressive but you’re still out.” The host cuts off his dream. “No way! I’m in it to win it! Word!” Ezekiel angrily stomps. “Hey, it’s your funeral.” He just carries on. 

“Set… Go!”

We all begin running.

“Oh, great. Our friendly neighborhood host dude failed to mention there were different paths.” Noah says in a monotone voice. I like him. 

“Hey, Sierra which way do you think we should go?” Heather speaks up. “Me!?” Um… uh…” She thinks about it.

 “How do we know which is right?” Owen asks. 

“I know! Okay, I saw this in a spy movie once. You lick your finger and hold it up to find the air flow.” Izzy then licks her finger, “mmm, this sand really crunches in your teeth. Fun!” She doesn’t even do what she explained, instead turns to Owen and DJ. 

“Okay, DJ, give me your hand.”

“Don’t do it DJ. You might catch a case of crazy.” Leshawna jumps before he can do it. 

“Come on Harold.” The three walk away, going through the middle door way. 

“Oh, oh, oh! Let’s take the scary mummy door!” Izzy points up. I fold my arms and end up following Sierra and Heather. Well I didn’t really have a choice as Sierra grabbed me by the bottom of my shirt for me to walk beside her. 

As we make our way through Sierra steps onto a booby trap. Arrows shooting out of the wall almost getting us but Heather shoves us to the ground. 

“Oops, sorry guys.” We get back up, I notice Heather fight back getting mad. “Honest mistake. Could have happened to anybody.” Heather forces a sweet smile. “Yeah, okay and it almost killed us. I’m not okay with this “honest” mistake.” I announce, walking ahead. “Awe, I’m sorry [Name]!” Sierra follows after me. 

“Stop touching me!” I make a disgusted face. 

We end up bumping into Cody, I try to tell him to go away but he stared at me instead and got caught by Sierra.

We hear a groan and a Mummy had it’s arms out, starting to follow us, out of fear and not knowing who it was we started screaming a running, eventually finding our way out of the pyramid. When we make it out, Sierra was holding Cody and somehow now holding the bottom of my shirt again.

 “Oh, I’m so happy we found you. Heather aren’t you so happy? I have both of my loves!” Sierra speaks to the girl behind us. 

“I’m so happy I could scream.” Heather sarcastically says and we make it past the finish line. 

“We did it! Group hug!” Sierra places down Cody then squishes us into a hug with her. “Come on, Heath! You too!” I watch the brunette roll her eyes then force herself to join us into this already forced embrace. 

“And hugs over, Sierra get behind number 2. Heather, Cody, and [Name], you’ll be on team three.” Chris tells us and I feel relief wash over me as Sierra is not with us on this team.

“In Egyptian-” “No one cares, Harold.” Chris cuts him off. “Where’s Gwen? Not like I care, just curious.” Cody rambles after glancing over to me. “Uh, kids!” That ding sound goes off and Chris is shouting up the pyramid with a megaphone. 

“Recognize that sound? Time for whoever's not finished yet to give us a little musical reprise.” Chris pints up to them. “You said one song per episode.” Duncan angrily shouts down. 

“Yeah and this is a reprise. Not a new song. So if you don’t sing. You’re out, now let’s hear it!” Chris yells.

“You know what? No!” He storms down the pyramid, dragging the two girls behind him. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Three hours of those two squawking on this stupid pyramid in this stupid heat and you want me to sing?! Forget it!” Duncan spits in the host’s face. 

“Dude, you have a contract.”

 “Eat it McLean! If you need me, I’ll be in the plane waiting for a ride home, cause I’m out. Done.” He cuts the rope he’s tied to after twirling the knife in his hand. 

“I quit!” He stomps off.

“Girls on the rebound are the best. They cry and ten you et to buy them a pop and listen and then well they still won’t go out with you but yo get to buy them a pop!” Cody enthusiastically says.

Then comes out the two mummies one actually being Izzy, the same one that followed us out fo the pyramid having us scared for our lives. 

“You’re carrying the undead!” Noah screams. “Cool! Bite me and I can be your undead friend, like Frankenstein!” Izzy says but it jumps out unwrapping itself. 

“Thanks for all the help you knobs.” Ezekiel thanks us sarcastically.

 “Izzy go join team-” “Teleta or three.” Harold cuts off Chris. 

“Come on, guy! After all this, you’ve got to let me back in the game!” Ezekiel whines, begging. Chris pushes him down by the head. 

“Fine, but only cause we’re down a man, thanks to Duncan McQuitty-pants. Go ahead and join team one.” Chris tells him. “Oh! Yes!” The kid cheers.

“Okay, teams talk amongst yourselves and determine a team name. You have three minutes while I enjoy this ice cream cone.”

“Team victory!” Team one says.

“Team Amazon!” My team says.

Then the second team takes a really long time to pick one. “Got it, Team Chris is really really, really, really hot.” Sierra declares loudly making it the name. “What!?” The rest of her team questions.

“All right, best team name ever! And here are your rewards. Team amazon you win a camel.” He shows off the animal. “Team Chris is really, really, really, really, really hot-” “I think there were only four reallys.” Alejandro corrects but is ignored. “You win a goat!” The goat then runs, crashing into Tyler knocking him down.

“And team victory here, you go.” He shows a stick. 

“So the guys who come in last get a camel and we get a stick?” Leshawna speaks up for her team. 

“All will be explained if I feel like it. Next time here on Total Drama World Tour!” 

Sorry for the late post I had a few things happen the past few days but tomorrow I will try to get the next chapter for the Heather x Reader out and then after that is Cody I do have a family issue rn so it might put a slight hold on some writing later in the week but I don't know. Thank you for your patience!

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[madneedshelp]

Jealous Much? - Steve Harrington x Fem Reader/ Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

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This series will have two parts and then I’m writing two separate endings, one for Billy and one for Steve because I can’t choose who to pick so I’ll just write both let you pick :)

Summary: Y/N needs to keep her mind off of her crush on Steve Harrington, so what better way to do that than a little fun with Billy Hargrove?

Part one:

As you stood in the noisy kitchen, wearing a little black dress that was way too little for Halloween night, you realized how badly you wanted to go home. You should've never put on the stupid witch costume and showed up to this stupid party. Nancy had asked you and Jonathan to show up though, and you weren't sure if Jonathan would, so one Byers twin would have to be enough. 

Your eyes found Steve and Nancy dancing in the corner. They had dressed as characters from "Risky Business." You felt your eyes lingering on Steve for a moment too long and cursed yourself. You weren't going to do this. You liked Nancy, and you liked that Steve was happy. A stupid crush was not going to cause you to hurt both of your friends. 

Instead, you got another refill of punch and checked the time. It was late, and it looked like Jonathan wasn't coming after all. A spark of hope flared in you as someone walked in the door, but it quickly disappeared. It was just Billy Hargrove.

Just Billy Hargrove seemed like a bit of an understatement, if you were being honest. He had on a leather jacket without a shirt underneath, and his muscular chest glistened. You weren't sure if that last part should've been attractive or disgusting, but he looked too good for you to debate that too heavily. 

Billy marched straight up to Steve, and you groaned. You just loved when boys liked to have turf wars about who was "King" or some shit. Nancy broke away from Steve and paced into the kitchen herself. 

"Hey. What's in this?" Nancy asked, peeking in the punch bowl.

"Pure fuel! Pure fuel! Whoo!" One of the more intoxicated bystanders answered before you could say, "Tastes like ass."

Nancy poured herself a cup and started to chug it. 

"Whoa, I wouldn't recommend doing that, I'm like three cups in and halfway to shitfaced," you joked, but then watched as your friend drained the cup. "Everything okay, Nancy?"

Before Nancy could answer, Steve sauntered over and leaned against the counter. Nancy went to get another glass before he stopped her. 

"Hey, whoa, whoa! Take it easy, Nance," He went to grab the cup. 

You could sense an argument about to ensue, and took that as your cue to exit. You wandered into the living room, glancing back at the not-so-happy couple. They definitely seemed more tense as of late. Not that you were hoping for bad things between them, you did want your friends happy. You had just noticed some fighting, that's all. 

You tossed your punch cup into the garbage and headed over to the crowd of people dancing. You may have exaggerated the whole "halfway to shitfaced" line, but you were feeling slightly buzzed. Just enough that you were feeling like dancing. 

"What's a pretty girl like you doing looking at Steve Harrington like that?" A husky, male voice whispered in your ear.

You turned to face none other than Billy Hargrove. 

"What's a douchebag like you think is worth bothering me for?" You smirked, eyes roving over the boy standing before you.

"Ohhh, so the kitten has claws. Didn't peg you for the jealous type," Billy returned your smirk and took a drag from his cigarette.

"What can I say, I'm full of surprises." You took the cigarette from his hands and took a long drag before returning it to his fingers. 

Billy stepped closer and snaked his free hand around your waist. "Don't look now, but it looks like 'King Steve' can be jealous too." 

Billy's eyes flashed to Steve momentarily before drifting back down to you.

"He has no reason to be jealous, so that seems like a load of bullshit to me," You rolled your eyes.

"Well what do you say we test that theory?" Billy leaned his face closer to yours.

You knew Billy was just looking for a way to rile Steve up. He was new in town and wanted to make this place his domain. Really, it made him kind of an asshole. You realized all of this, but  at that moment you didn't care. You decided to make the worst possible choice you could, just for tonight.

"I'd say you have a deal, Hargrove." You twined your arms around Billy's neck and pressed your lips to his. 

Billy wasted no time in stubbing out his cigarette on the nearby ashtray and moving both hands onto your waist. They slowly drifted lower and lower. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You couldn't help the small noise you made when he slid his tongue into your mouth. Maybe this distraction wasn't such a bad choice after all. You’d been good for a decently long time. Why shouldn't you be able to let loose a little? 

"Let's move this upstairs," He drawled against your lips, in between kisses.

"Agreed," you breathed.

"Hold on tight, sweetheart." Billy's hands went to the back of your thighs, and you kept your arms around his neck as he hoisted you up.

You didn't have to look back to feel Steve's eyes on you as Billy carried you upstairs. In fact, you didn't look back. You weren’t going to let Steve Harrington overrun your thoughts anymore.

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The second part will be linked here tomorrow:

Part Two

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things #fanfic #imagines #x y/n #writing #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy stranger things #steve harrington #jealousy

[xxnu11-sku11xx]

Okay, so I just finished my first play through of Slay The Princes today, and I thought I'd share some stuff for fun!

Warning for spoilers under the cut!

Okay so except for the stranger which I did last, I died twice for all of my vessels. The ones I got were:

The Unwound Vessel

The Seething Vessel

The Endless Vessel

And the Burning Vessel

Some fun things I saw on my journey:

I don't think that's just pessimism buddy

That one part of the demo that made the lady kissers go wild

THE FLESH WORRRLD (also hearing the broken cry was super funny to me)

I always love these sprites, some of them have this vibe to them that I can't explain

When you say you're happy with your rewards and you already collected a vessel, She makes you go back and kill yourself

I like this form of her a lot, I just think it's pretty

After this she says she misses home and that she doesn't know what home is, but it's out there(most likely referring to Her, the collection of vessels)

I felt REALLY bad after saying I'd leave her, mainly cuz of her voice sounding so panicked, so I think I deserved to die tbh

I didn't save many screenshot after this, but I'll try to recall some good stuff from my head when need be.

The Smitten is a blight to this world that needs to be stopped/j

A good portion of the voices are down SEVERE actually lol

I just recently noticed that she looks like a face

Also it was funny when the game closed after I said that I want to be here forever

TIME FOR THE NARRATOR STUFF WHOO BOY

I can't fully make out what he is, possibly some wolf/crow mutation? Anyways he basically made us to kill her to eliminate death

Also you can't kill death, death must still exist in a way in order for you to kill her, that type of thinking is flawed

IF WE ARE A PART OF HER, WE ALSO CARRY THE CONCEPT OF DEATH WITHIN US, SO DEATH CAN'T TRULY GO AWAY UNLESS WE KILL OURSELVES, WHICH YOU MADE IMPOSSIBLE TO. OH MY GOD YOU FUCKING IDIOT

Then maybe your dream was flawed from the start? Just a little?

HASTA LV VISTA BIRD BRAIN

I must say that I LOVE this design for her. It reminds me of the birth of venus a bit. And the bodies making up her hair and dress 👌👌

Also she isn't the concept of death, but moreso the possibility of it. Kind of like a reaper?

One more thing!

"Name every woman"

Her silly ass:

#i also have so other thoughts not relating to the main themes of the game if anyone wants to hear those #slay the princess #blood #gore #body horror #ask to tag #vivi.txt

[hearts401]

Tell me everything about zombie AU now

whoo boy theres a lot

EVERYONE IS HUMAN BTW!! (unless i say otherwise)

William Afton, a famous doctor known for creating incredible cures, makes something regrettable. A virus. It wasn't 100% unintentional. He was experimenting, the outcome was born from curiosity. Then, it got out somehow and began infecting people.

His three kids were at home alone when it happened (William works pretty far away, and was staying out of town for a few days) they fled and decided their best bet was to find their father in hopes he could make a cure. easier said than done.

On the way, they meet Dave Miller (NOT WILLIAM), who isn't all that he seems. Michael doesn't trust him, but he wins over the younger Aftons immediately. it doesnt help that evan especially is close with dave, considering evan doesnt trust/like mike.

Meanwhile, Ballora Afton is living her best life when the virus hit. She managed to escape her packed city and hid at a school, where she found six kids.

Charlie, Cassidy, Jeremy, Fritz, Susie, and Gabriel.

She decides to protect them.

Then William finds the school too, seeing it as a good place to hide, and is face-to-face with his ex wife and six different children.

One of which is Henry's.

William has been unable to contact Henry recently, and assumes he is dead.

Which means Charlie is alone. So he decides to stick with Ballora and the kids.

As for the three star fam, they were together when it hit, but circumstances seperated Gregory and Vanessa from Freddy. They find Cassie and Roxy, their friends, and they help them.

in a series of unfortunate events, they are killed. possibly.

they eventually find evan, badly injured and all alone, and take him in. Gregory helps him out, and they take care of him. after he explains his situation to them, they agree to help him find his dad (he thinks mike and lizzie r both dead)

at the same time, william and the kids attempt to escape the school. turns out thats not so easy. theres a lot of people around them.

of course, someone was gonna get bit. that someone was charlie.

cassidy tries to save her friend, but william forcefully pulls her away, saying charlie is a lost cause. cassidy is upset iwth him over this and harbors a lot of anger over it.

(That's not the end of charlie btw >:3)

after they finally escape, they wander looking for supplies and stumble across mike, exhausted and unconscious and hurt, and william is overjoyed to see him, but his siblings are missing.

michael does not elaborate.

eventually, ness greg and evan meet up with will ballora mike and the mci kids. and elizabeth comes back in her own special way

for now, everything else is a secret/not planned. have the refs for the afton kids + dave

the masks are from dave (except michael's.)

#fnaf #tzu rambles #a lot #my art #fnaf au #zombie apocolypse au #michael afton #evan afton #elizabeth afton #tzu asks

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Masquerade

Evil Y/N x Evil Peppino

Was writing a different fic and then I scrolled through @pervertedindividual 's evil Peppino comics and @angelofpizza 's drawings and randomly got inspired, in a way, and made this instead x)

Summary: Peppino has done some unsavory crimes. What he doesn't know is your just as evil, if not more so, than he is and he has trouble processing it. 

Contains: Mentions of murder, Death, Dark theme, Description of murders, Kinda crazy mutual possessive love, Y/N might be more evil than Peppino, The Birds (well A bird) attack, Swearing is caring, somewhat crackish in a part or two (trust me you'll know where)

"Do you wanna hide a body?" You sing to yourself, a cleaver glinting in the light as swings downward. "It doesn't have to be in one piece!" A sickening crunch fills your ears followed by a heavy thud. 

"Whoo boy, I'm gonna need more bleach"!

You slump into the chair with a sigh as the pressure is taken off your feet. As you relaxed, the tingling in your arms grew into a throbbing pain. That was going to feel great in the morning. You think before staring at the stone counter, watching as thick red lines down onto the tile floor. You grimace, knowing you still haven't even gotten to the cleaning part of the job. 

From another room you heard a faint chime. It was almost too far away -that if you moved- you might've missed it. 

Was it that late already? The chiming grew more frantic and loud. You grumble, reluctantly getting to your feet as you make your way out of the garage and into your home. 

I guess I should eat something while I'm at it. 

* * * * * 

Peppino wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. In one final motion he slams the dumpster shut. That had taken much longer than he anticipated. Oh well, the deed was done, he wiped his hands on his pant legs as he stepped out of the alleyway. 

Now to just head back into the restaurant, wash off quickly, and go find you. Peppino checked the clock as he strode into the backroom. Good. You would be headed this way soon as you walked home.  

With a final glance over Peppino nodded to himself, determining he looked presentable enough. He frowned as a few stains finally caught his attention. Cazzo! That could be a problem. 

Peppino had already spent too much time in here, he needed to hurry. He darted out of the bathroom and into the office to grab your gift. If anything, Peppino could just tell you he spilled some sauce. You would believe him, you had no reason not to. Anxiety crept into his thoughts as he stepped down the dirt road away from the pizzeria. 

What if you found out it was blood? He could imagine your sweet face twisting into disgust and horror. You running away from him as the image of your dear friend became tarnished forever. 

He swallowed thickly. No. He could say he was cutting sausage or some kind of meat. Peppino became almost too engrossed in this train of thought that he almost didn't notice you were heading right towards him. 

A short yelp had you jumping back as Peppino whipped around, eyes wide. "Hey, are you ok Pino?" You tilt your head as he gave you a short laugh in response. 

"Oh signorina! I didn't realize you were there!" Peppino replied, regaining his composure. "But that's not-a important right now". 

You blink as a blur of colors are pushed close to your face. You realize it's a bouquet. 

"For you".

"Oh Peppino, you shouldn't have!" You smile brightly as you take the flowers, pressing them flowers into your. Peppino returned your smile, watching as a happy sigh escaped your lips. You inhaled deeply, relishing the sweet scent. 

It was a good thing you didn't go into any alleyways, he wouldn't want you to faint if you had seen the blood trail, or worse, the corpse of that filth that flirted with you the other day. Just the thought alone made him clench his jaw. 

Although, if you did, Peppino would be there to comfort you and tell you to keep close to him. He'd tell you that he would protect you. He'd make sure no one would hurt you. That much was true, Peppino would never let his sweet and innocent Y/N be met with an ill fate. Or suffer the affections of another. 

You were his after all. Even if you didn't know it. Yet. One day you'd be his in more than just his fantasies. 

Peppino buried his face into your neck as you threw your arms around him in a hug. Oh what he'd do to keep you close like this for longer, or when ever he wanted. He let out a small sigh, hiding his disappointment as you pulled away. Peppino clasped his hands behind his back, fighting the desire to yank you back into his arms. To bury his face into your neck and inhale your intoxicating scent. 

As you said goodbye and continued on your way home, Peppino's eyes lingered on the horizon. You were just a small dark blob from here but Peppino couldn't tear his gaze from you. Even after you were no longer visible he remained rooted in place. 

* * * * * 

"Hey Peppino, she's out there. Again." Gustavo gestured over to the window. Peppino's eyes followed to where Gustavo's finger was pointing. Across the street a figure was sitting in their car with something pressed to their face. 

"Merda. That-a crazy signorina". Peppino grumbled to himself as decided to go outside this time. That would catch you off guard. You had been doing this for months now, sometimes up to four times a week. Didn't you have your own job to be at? The door swings open as he steps outside, the gentle breeze pleasantly cool compared to the kitchen. 

"Good morning, ragazza matta!" He yells across the street. You drop your binoculars into your lap, head jerking away as heat rises to your face. Shit. He seen you. Ok, play it cool Y/N. Pretend you haven't been watching him for an hour. You were looking at something else! Of course you were. 

Your eyes focus in the opposite direction from where Peppino was. Eyes locked onto a lamppost with sudden fascination. Damn that sure was a tall one wasn't it? And was it made of metal? Wow, look at that glow fro-

"Whatcha doin' signorina"? You jump at the all too familiar voice, tentatively turning your head to the voice. Peppino was leaning an arm into your open window and smirking down at you. 

"O-oh you know. Just hanging out." You drawl, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Peppino's eyes glimmer with something predatory, as if he had caught some helpless prey. 

"You 'hang out-a' here a lot". Peppino replies nonchalantly, watching as you shrink into the seat. 

Shit. How long had Peppino known you were doing this?

"If you want-a gawk at me, come inside to get-a better view." he teases, hitching a thumb behind himself at the pizzeria. Peppino winks at you, "I'll even give you a free slice while I'm at it".

"O-oh." You fell silent, feeling beads of sweat form onto the back of your neck. Peppino opened the car door and held out his hand to you. As you take his hand your heart flutters. His hand fit perfectly with yours, like it was meant to. You idly brush your thumb along his hand, feeling the roughness against your softer palm. Peppino helped you to your feet but quirked an eyebrow at feeling your grip tighten instead of letting go. 

"Y/N?" Peppino raises his hand, yours still holding onto his.

"Oh! Sorry!" You drop your hand to your side and give what you hoped was an apologetic look. One day. One day you'd be able to enjoy having his hand in yours for as long as you wanted. 

* * * * * 

You spent the remainder of your day sitting in the pizzeria. Every so often Peppino would return to your booth and talk, sometimes offering more food or to refill your drink. When he'd return back behind the counter, you'd watch Peppino work alongside Gustavo as they'd fill orders and cook. You were content to simply admire him, appreciating Peppino at every angle when he wasn't looking. 

Outside the sky had transformed into yellow and pink hues as evening began to settle in. You stood to stretch your legs again, deciding to stay here for a while longer before going home. Overall, you had no complaints as you simply enjoyed being in the general proximity as Peppino. 

...

That was until they walked in. Currently you were shoving down that feeling again. You idly felt in your pocket for the familiar shape, fingers slightly curled into the fabric as you drew in a shaky breath. 

You narrowed your eyes, lips forming a thin line. Who the fuck is she? You glower, anger increasing with every movement the woman made. 

Peppino's eyes darted to the side, at you, before returning his attention to the woman across the table. In that moment Peppino decided he would ignore you for the moment, amused at your reaction.

When he first glanced over at you, he was taken aback, barely recognizing you with that enraged expression. Why did you look like that? As the woman began talking again it dawned on Peppino that your eyes were set on her. 

Peppino smiled back at this woman, not even caring to remember her name, just that her very existence was pissing you off. He grinned as she leaned closer to him. What she said was a compliment -he thinks- about how handsome he looked. What Peppino was actually grinning at was how you were now clenching at your pant leg, your eyes locked onto this woman. 

Now this was interesting. Peppino decided to play along a little longer and continue talking to your newfound enemy. Your reaction was cute with how jealous you were.

Peppino knew you had feelings for him. A part of him wanted to confess to you how he felt the same. However, Peppino knew his crimes and dealings would send you running in the opposite direction. Even if he wanted to have you for himself, he couldn't. At least not right now. He needed to be patient and wait until he could taper off his crimes. It was that or Peppino would have to come up with dozens of methods to keep you in the dark about his misdeeds. Neither were ideal but it was for the best. For now. 

He's mine. You continued to seethe inwardly. Who the fuck do you think you are? Walking in here like you own the place.

He's Mine. 

The word repeated in your head as a mantra as you continue watching the scene unfold from your own booth. 

Jealousy. Hate. The two things you always heard that made someone ugly, you were exuding it. The emotions bubbling up and blanketing you in a dark aura. 

She had ordered a salad and garlic knots which had long been finished by now. Originally you paid her no mind, much like every other customer that came in. 

What snapped your attention to her was when you heard a tinkling laugher and locked onto Peppino, sitting at the same table across from her. He initially was just going to take the cleared dishes to the kitchen but the woman had struck up a conversation, urging him to stay. 

* * * * * 

"Hi!" You call out waving at the woman as you approach. She whips around at your voice, giving you a dubious look. 

"Do you mind if I walk with you? I hate being on the street at night like this, it makes me nervous." You rub the back of your neck. "Sorry to be a bother".

"Oh! Sure!" She nods and smiles at you, making room for you to walk beside her on the sidewalk. "I started to think the same thing, I'm not usually out this late. A bit of company makes me feel safer, too". 

Meaningless conversation droned on and on as the woman talked with you. About what? You didn't care, what she was saying barely even registered as the gears in your head turned. A shrill cry pierced your ears as something flapped overheard and away from you. Just another block. One more. You were so close. Your heart began thudding loudly, drowning out the background noise as your destination grew closer. 

In that moment you slowed until the woman was walking in front of you. You clamp your hand over her mouth before yanking her against your chest and ducking into the alley. At an instant she begins to flail wildly, you wince as she steps on your foot and the vibrations against your hand only increase as her panic fully sets in. 

Despite her best but futile effort your grip doesn't loosen. With your other arm you snake it around her waist before leaning your full weight forward, dropping both of you to the ground. You sputter as her elbow jabs you in the stomach and a shrill scream causes you to grit your teeth, scrambling to clamp your hand over her mouth again. "If you don't stop struggling I'm going to kill you instead." You hiss into her ear. 

A vicious smirk flashed across your face as your free hand withdrew from your pocket. Peppino was yours. And you weren't going to have anyone take him from you. 

..

Peppino watched curiously when you left the pizzeria, shortly after that woman did. From a distance he followed as you skulked down the street. He quirked an eyebrow as you approached the woman, throwing up a friendly facade, starkly contrasting to your demeanor in the pizzeria. Peppino chose not to interfere as you dragged her into an alleyway. When you stepped out and the woman didn't, Peppino knew, without even having to check, to know what you had done. 

Though that seemed wrong. You were too innocent to do something like that. Right? Had that woman really worked you up into a frenzy that you-

Peppino stepped into the alleyway anyways, curious to see how you did it. What he seen had left him speechless and frozen. Multiple slashes were all at key points. You were quick and efficient, only being in this alley for a few minutes. This obviously hadn't been the first time you had killed. 

All for merely flirting with him. 

You both were the same, in a way, he realized.

* * * * * 

"So..." You trail off voice barely above a whisper as you lean closer to him. "Ever use that to slit someone's throat?" 

He sputtered. "Wha? Why-a would you ask that? Dio mios, this is-a for cutting pizza"! 

"Come on, really?" You shoot him an incredulous stare, "You think I'm that naive?" You ask, giving an indignant huff. 

When you stepped out of that alleyway that night, you knew someone had been following you. At first you didn't know who, making you rush to finish the job. As you darted across the street you watched from the cover of the shadows and foliage. You let out a small gasp, covering your mouth as you make a face at the coppery odor. 

You wondered how Peppino would react to you next time you approached him. Would he pretend he hadn't almost witnessed a murder? It would seem so. 

You knew he had killed before, too. To what extent you weren't sure, but him playing dumb was endearing.

"That's a pretty nifty device though," you nod your head towards the pizza cutter he had instead of a hand. "You basically have a weapon on you at all times. For me I have my own methods and how to dispose of the bodies after. I prefer to take a niiiice boating expedition out to sea. Or, did you know that a few pigs can completely eliminate the evidence within a day?" You flash him a wicked grin, your teeth gleaming in the light.

Had Peppino not followed you that day, you would've baffled him. He would've thought you were alluding to knowing he killed people before and were threatening to have him arrested. Now though, he realized you weren't nearly as good natured as he always assumed.

"It's a much better method than hiding a body in a dumpster". Peppino's eyes widened, his mouth open to protest but no words came out. You knew? 

You drop the subject and chuckle at his expression. Instead you pop the remains of crust into your mouth before leaning back into the booth, smiling at him. 

Desire peppered Peppino's thoughts as he watched you practically skip out the door. Maybe he wouldn't have to wait to confess. Although, if you felt the same, why wouldn't you do it? As he stared back to where you had been seated Peppino's thoughts wandered to your words earlier. 

Were you more deranged than he was? He was anxious about protecting you from himself. What if...he needed to be protected from you? If he pissed you off, would you also kill him? Anxiety didn't rear it's head as often as it used to. Usually Peppino buried that feeling down and replaced it with rage anymore. As he began to sweat he noticed his hand was trembling when he rubbed the back of his neck. 

* * * * * 

"I'm so stupid!" You groan, flopping onto the bed. "Masterful gambit Y/N! Ooooh! You know I kill people! I know you kill people! Let's talk about how we kill people"! You fling your arms upwards in exasperation before pressing a pillow into your face, letting out a muffled scream.

You toss the pillow to the floor and glare up at the ceiling, taking your rant internally. Should you even go back to the pizzeria? No? Maybe you should leave Peppino alone for a bit. He's probably still shocked at his new discovery about you. Give him time, it'll be ok. Right?

You bolt upright as something roughly taps at your window. Seeing nothing there, you begin to settle back down before the sound repeats. It was getting late, you agree, seemingly to no one as you walk over to the window. You undid the latch and pushed it open before stumbling backwards as a black blur sped past you, thudding onto your pillows.

You fold your arms across you chest as brown eyes blink back at you. "And where have you been all day, mister?" You ask the raven. 

"Gwah!" He replies back at you before hopping the edge of the bed. 

"Oh, is that so?" You nod at the reply, extending a hand to rub at the bird's neck. A croak bubbles in his throat and he flaps off towards your dresser, perching on the edge.

"Is my sweet baby boy Blackberry hungry?" You croon. The raven dubbed Blackberry pecked at a bell laying beside him before lifting it with his beak. You smiled slightly as he rapidly bobbed his head, the bell ringing loud and erratic. 

"You sure are! Come on buddy." You call over your shoulder, crossing the threshold from your room. The bell clanging as it drops to the floor with your raven squawking after you. 

You fix Blackberry his meal and pour a glass of water for yourself, bringing both to the table. He clicked at you happily as you pushed the bowl to him. His head instantly ducking into it to swallow down a piece of meat. You watch the massive bird for a time until your thoughts returned to Peppino.

"I think I fucked up." You say, resting your head into your arms as you lean into the table. "I think I should give Peppino some space.  Maybe I should only try to greet him in public for a while? That way it'll put him at ease that I won't kill him. At least until the shock wears off".

"GwaaaaAAAaah!" Blackberry replies, rolling a berry towards you. You ignore him, flicking it back. 

"But..." You trail off to stare vacantly at the wall. Past memories floated to the surface. The times you would go on late night walks together, just enjoying each other's company in peace. When you'd stop by the pizzeria and how Peppino would have you favorite pizza freshly made and waiting for you. Even if you tried to pay he'd refuse to take your money. Though that didn't stop you from throwing a generous amount into the tip jar when he wasn't looking. 

You frown at how he acted earlier today. How he had a slight tremble to his voice and movements as he spoke with you. "What if it never does? What if I'm too fucked up even for him"?

You flinch as Blackberry snaps his beak an inch from your face. "Well I'm just thinking about the worst case here!" You argue, moving your head away as he snaps at you again. 

In response you cup the birds face in your hands, thumbs stroking at his cheeks. "Fine." You murmur. "I'll stop assuming the worst and give Peppino time".

"Tok tok." Blackberry clicks back at you, closing his eyes as you continued petting him for another minute. 

As you move your hands away back under your chin Blackberry hops over to his bowl, fishing for some other treat.

"Thanks for telling me someone was following me that day". You were thankful the fact it was Peppino and not anyone else. That was too close and almost too sloppy for your liking. Had it not been Peppino that watched you go into the alley the whole situation could've gotten much more messy. 

You yawn but are interrupted with a gagging fit, the raven shoving a piece of egg into your open mouth. Bits of shell and yolk fly across the table as you sputter and spit, grabbing for your drink and chug it. With a final cough you draw in a steady breath and glare at your assailant.

"WHY"!? 

* * * * *

In his peripheral Peppino caught a glimpse of a familiar shape in the shadows. 

Peppino ducked his head lower to Gustavo's ear. "I-a fear no man, but that-a woman...she scares me." Peppino murmured to him. Your eyes followed after Peppino as the pair walked away from the corridor. Gustavo replied back with something but he too was speaking softly and too far away to discern any of the words. 

Weeks had passed since the last time he seen you at his pizzeria. It was as if you disappeared out of existence. After that day,  Peppino had started requesting Gus to follow him home. It helped to offset the knot in the pit of his stomach when ever shadows darted off the walls or when he would pass an unlit alley. 

Sometimes you'd meet Peppino when he was in the street, as if suddenly popping into reality again just to haunt him. Peppino always made sure to remain in public view from now on when you were around, in case you tried anything. The time before last you looked hurt when he flinched at a hand movement that was a little too quick. 

Then the last time Peppino had bumped into you, you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. You whispered in his ear that you missed him. When you did that, it reminded Peppino of the memories he had with you. 

How you'd both talk for hours after he closed for the day. Other times where you'd both watch horror movies and he'd laugh to himself as you'd always link your arm with his in fear (So he thought. At the time anyways). Anything on the screen was nothing compared to what he could do, but he'd sooth you by tracing gentle circles against your skin. 

The soft laughter that hung in the air as you laughed at Peppino's jokes, even if they were bad, or just sarcastic remarks. He missed the sweets you baked for him and how brightly you smiled at his compliments. 

Why had he suddenly taken to avoiding you? You killed one person, at least one, that flirted with him. Hell, even he did that for you, but you weren't afraid of him. How long had you known he had been doing that anyways? Why was he so unsettled by you, now? He was bigger and stronger than you were. 

Was that the reason? Someone smaller than he was that was just as -if not more- dangerous than him, was off-putting?

Peppino waved Gustavo off, thanking him for accompanying him, again, tonight. Peppino locked the door behind himself as he made his way to the shower before going to sleep. 

Thoughts of you flooded his memories as he shifted constantly in bed. He didn't want to let you go. What if that day was the last day he'd ever see you? The last thing he did was keep his arms to his sides for far too long before he finally wrapped them around you, replying he missed you too. It couldn't end like that. He didn't want it to. 

* * * * * 

The wind carried a chill tonight as Peppino walked home alone. Unfortunately Gustavo had to go home early, leaving Peppino with only the sound of his own footsteps and rustling leaves. Despite his resolve to find and speak with you, unease still nagged at him. 

You need to get over it. Peppino reminded himself, again, that you weren't going to kill him. Even if you were sick in the head like he was, that didn't mean you were incapable of feeling. He knew you cared about him.

Peppino jumped at feeling someone tap his shoulder. He took several staggering steps back upon realizing it was you. Suddenly appearing out of nowhere again. A frown plays on your lips and you furrow your brow at his actions. 

You shake the negative thoughts away. After today he wouldn't look at you with fear anymore. 

You hoped. 

"Oh, hey there handsome, wanna go behind the back alley?" You force a smile, knife settled behind your back. 

Peppino froze, mind racing at the various implications this could mean. Did he trust you? He thought he did. Even if he didn't, would he be able to overpower you, if you tried anything? He looked downward at the poorly concealed weapon you held. The thought sent a chill up his spine and made his heart race. Had you shown up tonight to take your anger out on him for avoiding you? 

Peppino nodded weakly at you, you responded with a small but genuine smile. You gesture with your head towards the alley across the street. 

He followed you as if in a trance, weaving through cross sections and corridors until a large dark sheet formed a wall before you both. With the flash of the knife Peppino flinched, the sound of fabric tearing broke the silence and the massive curtain fluttered to the ground. 

As Peppino focused on what was there, he realized he was at the entrance to a small fenced in courtyard. Complete with high hedges and a iron wrought fence that climbing halfway up them. In the center of the room was a table with a pair of plates, glasses, and utensils. The centerpiece was a simple candle decoration, the glow from it and the moon providing the only light to the area. In front of the entryway in dark letters were the words "Will you be mine"? the word 'mine' being bolder than the others. 

You turn to Peppino, the knife clattering to the ground as you took a step towards him. "I would never hurt my sweet 'Pino." You placed both hands on either side of his waist. "You know that, right"? Peppino's expression softened as he brought his hand up to your cheek. He looked behind you back at the words on the ground but said nothing. 

"Well, come on." You pull away and tug at his arm. "I made dinner". 

As Peppino sat down, you lifted the cover from the large bowl in the center. Fragrant herbs and sauce filled the air as you dipped a pair of tongs into it, heaping a mess of pasta onto your plate before holding it out towards Peppino. He takes it and exchanges his empty one into your hand. 

You still weren't done serving food though. A shallow plate was pushed towards him along with a chunk of bread. A thick liquid was poured to one side before you followed the same routine for your own plate. 

Peppino tore off a tiny bit of bread and dipped it into the liquid. His eyes widened at the taste. This was the olive oil mixture you made together, months ago. The recipe he taught you was one Peppino made himself when he was much younger. 

You leant down, shuffled around in a bag Peppino hadn't noticed, and brought up a bottle of red wine. You smiled at him as you filled each glass. 

While there had usually been chatter between you two previously, there was none now. Only the sound of forks scraping against plates and the occasional tink of your glass. You watched as Peppino ate slower than normal. 

He had no idea what to make of any of this. Well, the question on the ground gave Peppino a big enough hint for the meaning of this dinner. Was this a date? Could he even consider this a date? 

You nod down at the drink Peppino left untouched. "What? Do you expect to find strychnine in your red wine"? He winced as you guessed correctly. Well, aside from that choice of poison. That was oddly specif-

"There's not actually strychnine in it." You reply flatly, not bothering to look up as you twirl the pasta with your fork. 

You cover your mouth with your napkin, masking your sigh. This was a mistake wasn't it? A lump forms in your throat and take a moment to clear it before you speak again. When you finally do, you look up at Peppino sadly. "I'm sorry for dragging you here. I just thought...it would make up for these last few months I haven't been around to see you". 

You set the napkin down next to the plate. 

"I got a job in the next town over for the next few months and thought that I would like it. But I..." you fall silent and swallow against the uncomfortable feeling. "I miss you".

Peppino remains speechless, watching as tears threaten to spill over as you turn away. You get to your feet and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. 

"I should've left you alone after that but I don't want to. I still don't." You choke. Peppino's hand shot out and caught your wrist before you could walk away. Your gaze mets his, bewildered, as he stands up to yank you against his chest. 

"Then don't". Peppino whispers, wrapping both arms around you tightly. "Be mine. Be all mine". You bury your head into his neck as tears soak his skin and into his shirt as he said this. You cling to Peppino as if he would disappear at any moment. 

"I'll-a be yours." He presses a kiss to your temple. "You don't have to kill anyone for it to stay-a that way".

"You too." You reply, albeit muffled, and press a kiss into his collarbone. "I'm so fucked up". 

"Yes-a you are. You're the most-a fucked up signorina I ever met." Peppino pat you on the back and took your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to look at him. 

"Do you mean that"?

Peppino nodded, "Even more than-a me. You scare me when-a you get angry. It's exciting".

Silence takes over once more but it's a comforting stillness. You relaxed into Peppino's arms, staying like this as long as you both needed and wanted. Every so often either of you pressed small kisses against the other. 

"If anyone upsets or hurts you, I'll kill them".

"I know, Y/N." Peppino caressed your face. He would've told you the same but words weren't needed. You knew and so did he. Peppino's lips were on yours in that moment, hand pressed to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. 

You pressed into his body as much as you could, hands against his hips as you pulled him close. A whine bubbled in your throat, wishing you could be closer still. 

A shrill sound caused Peppino to abruptly break the kiss as he jerked his head upwards. His eyes darted to the direction he heard it had come from, quirking an eyebrow as you seemed more annoyed than startled. 

"The fuck-a is that?" Peppino squints up at a dark mass settled on the tree. 

With a huff you pull a small item from your pocket, giving it a few clicks. At an instant the mass swooped down and you lurched forward as a large bird slammed into your back. Peppino winced as he attempted to help you steady yourself. As he did so his eyes fixed onto the face of the bird that was peering over your shoulder at him.  

"This is Blackberry." You point to the raven, not that you needed to, as it snapped it's beak in the air. "He was supposed to stay in the tree". You reach behind your back to shoo him off, watching as Blackberry hopped to the ground. 

Peppino stifled a laugh as the bird snatched a piece of bread from the table. "You're always full-a surprises signorina".

His eyes darkened as he fixed his attention back onto you. "But, anyways..." his arm snaked around your waist, "Would you like to continue where we left off? Somewhere more...private?" He smirks as you're already melting into his touch. His forehead presses against yours, you shudder as his breath ghosts your lips. "We can belong to each other. I'll be yours and you'll be mine. How does that sound"?

You close your eyes and nod, feeling yourself hoisted into Peppino's arms as he scoops you up. You wrap your arms around his neck, listening to his breathing while he carries you back to his home. He would be sure to relish in the prized catch that was you, and he knew you felt the same.

(My brain came up with this at 4am lmao, so in my delirious state you got a dash of crack to this :] 💜 )

Also obvious disclaimer: don't kill people

#pizza tower fanfic #peppino #evil peppino #🫐bladezfics #pizza tower x reader #peppino x reader

[artzychic27]

The Billy Numerous Baseball scene from Teen Titans Go with DC AU!Brecken?

*One bright afternoon, Brecken makes his way onto an empty baseball field. He steps up to the pitcher’s mound and puts on a cap*

Brecken: Alright, ya’ll! Who’s up for a game?! *He multiplies himself*

Brecken’s clones: Yes, sir, I could play!

Brecken 1: Alright, let’s pick teams! *He clones himself again*

Brecken 2: Only if I can pick first. *Walks by a row of clones* Hoo doggy, this is rough!… I’ll take Brecken!

Brecken 3: Yeehaw!

Brecken 1: Hey! I was gonna pick Brecken! *Scans over the row* I’ll take Brecken!

Brecken 4: Whoo!

*After forming their team, that just leaves one Brecken, who disappointedly makes his way over to one side*

Brecken 12: Shoot, I always get picked last!

*Brecken multiplies himself once more to fill the stands with at least five hundred clones, and one of them takes up the role of the announcer*

Brecken 13: *Into a microphone* Looks like it’s gonna be a bea-utiful day for a ball game!

Brecken 14: *Making his way through the aisles with bags of peanuts* Peanuts! Get yer peanuts here! *Clones himself*

Brecken 15: Hot dogs! Hot dogs here! Hot and fresh just like they got back home and made with some kind of meat! No one knows, but we ain’t complainin’!

*Down in the diamond, Brecken 1 pitches the ball, and it zips right past Brecken 2*

Brecken 3: Stee-rike three! You’re outta here!

Brecken 4: Out?! How was that a stee-rike?! He missed by a mile!

Brecken 3: You try’na tell me how to do my job, boy?! *Kicks dirt at him*

Brecken 4: You get your dirt away from me! *Kicks dirt at him*

Brecken 3 I’ve had enough! You are out of here!

Breckens in the stands: Boooo!

*The game resumes as Brecken 1 prepares to pitch again with Brecken 5 up to bat*

Brecken 13: Here’s the wind up and the pitch… *Brecken 1 pitches, and Brecken 5 swings* Back, back, back, back, back! And it’s gone! Outta the park! Home run!

Breckens in the stands: Whoo!

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb ocs #dc comics #billy numerous #teen titans #ask me stuff #answered ask #mlb au #hive five #dc villains

[silent-raven13]

One Omega and Three pups 2

Silence came from his parents, Miles' eyes still surprised at his ex partner. No other words came out of his mouth, he was left speechless. His Omega finally let out a comfortable purring, finally he got his Alpha back, before that purring came out of his mouth his hands quickly cover it.

NO!

He refuse to give the Alpha in front of him the satisfaction. It's been almost four years since he last saw his ex, and now he's here with a bouquet of flowers. Miles felt his own anger bubbling, his scent turning sour.

Hobie stood with a cocky grin, "Cat got your tongue, Sunflower?"

Miles pushes him out of the door, he shuts the door behind him. The thought of Hobie finding out about his pups got him so upset, he didn't want him to know about them. Hell, he didn't deserve to know.

"Whoa! Easy, Sunflowe-" Miles snaps at him having to stand on the top of the stairs while his ex had to step down. "Why are you here? What the hell is this?" He grabs the bouquet of flower giving a harsh shake!

Hobie stood having his hand covering his nose trying to block the awful sour piss scent from his Omega. "Whoo, luv. Your scent is awfully sickin', it's more potent than before."

Since Omega's scents grew stronger after having pups, their scents are to protect their children. The smell triggers a warning sign to stay back or welcome them. It's so powerful some Betas can smell it.

"Focus!" Miles growls with his own dull fangs and eyes glaring at him.

Oh.. he's not happy to see the punker.

The Alpha might of calculated this very wrong, he didn't expect to be greeted like this. "Talk!" Miles bark out loud before he whacks Hobie with the bouquet of flowers, "JERK! Why are you here?" There was no point in hearing his Alpha, he left and didn't care about him for four years!

So why should he listen!

"Whoa! Hey! Sunflower-MILES, chill-" The tall Alpha blocks the bouquet of flowers, "My face is worth more than those flower-" Miles shouted in anger, "Fuck you! Comé mierda! You fucking jerk! The audacity of you coming here and putting on that shitty smirk. Fuck you! Get out of here. I never want to see you, again!"

"Okay! Okay! Loud and clear! Ow, Sunflower- please, let me-" Hobie steps away from the stairs seeing his Omega following him as he kept hitting him with the flowers. "OW! LUV, just-"

"LEAVE! I don't want to see you! Go fuck some other Omega, you asshole!" At this point, Miles' felt hot tears coming down his cheek. All the past emotions he buried down coming back to him. "UGH! You ain't shit! AUGH!" He throws the bouquet of ruined flowers at the punker before walking back up the stairs.

The Punker blinks at couple of times, his dark eyes on the ruined flowers on the ground. Then his eyes snapped back meeting a cold glare of his ex standing at the highest part of the stairs. "Leave, Hobie. I want nothing from you. In fact, don't ever come here. I never want to see a shitty Alpha like you ever again." Turns away to go back in his house with a loud slam the door shut, his lips were quivering.

His Honey-brown eyes snap back at his parents and Abuela looking at him with worried. His body trembling being so mad, heartbroken by the memories. Then he saw his pups each adult carrying them, they look so scared filled with worried.

"Daddy, why you cryin'?" Mariana whimpers being ready to cry, never her or her brothers saw him cry.

Rio uses her Omega scent to comfort her son and granddaughter. "Aye, mijo. It's okay." Miles broke down in tears having to receive a hug from his mother.

Abuela uses her scent to calm the boys down, seeing the children starting to cry. Billie hug her dad's leg being worried. They peaked out the window to find Hobie looking confused to what happens, his head low.

Jeff merely growls at the punk, seeing the young man rubbing his neck before a limo came by to pick him up. Billie saw Hobie picked up the withered flowers before leaving. Aaron looks out at the window being held by his grandpa, he never saw that tall man before.

Did this man made his daddy cry? How dare he? His daddy is the nicest person in the world. Billie frowns, "Why he's back?"

"I don't know, bumble bee." Jeff finally said being worried for his son.

Later, Miles barely ate anything. After he washes his pups, he tucks them in for bed. "Okay, here you go my babies." He gave a small at them seeing how they sleep on his bed.

The three pups wore onesies of different colors; Mariana wore a blue one with elephants, Aaron got a purple one with airplanes, and Karl have a green one with firetrucks. They had their own stuffed toy in their arms. "Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Love you." Their daddy gives them all kisses on their foreheads showing them lots of love. "Mi bebés."

"Daddy, i want a sto-wy!" Karl said out loud being not tired.

"Alright," His daddy smiles at them, "What story you want to read?" Seeing how his three year old got off from the bed to go over to the book shelves.

Miles' room had a full blown redesign when he was pregnant. Certain things like his milk crates filled with vinyls wasn't around, or his figurines are up high on new shelves. All his posters, other personal stuff were moved into a storage closet for the time being. His bed became a California kingsize to have his pups sleep with him, they made a section for a the pups to play and have their own things.

If anything all of the stuff belong to his pups, the only thing that's his was his clothes and shows. He wanted his pups to be able to have everything in the bedroom. Little Karl pulled out a book, rushing over to the little steps their grandpa made for the toddle to climb up without hurting themselves.

"Dis one!" He handed his daddy his favorite story called Un Huevo muy Bueno in Spanish.

Miles happily took the book, "Alright." He got the three all in the bed being nice and snug, they had smiles on their faces as their daddy uses them the pictures as he reads out loud.

"Daddy..." Marianna finally asked after the book was finally finished. The triplets' eyes were getting sleeping, begging to closed.

"Yes, nene?" He asked as he closed the book.

"Aa-won said the-we was a sca-wy man that made you cry! Are you still sad?" She yawns.

Miles' stomach dropped, his son saw their dad. "Um... daddy was sad because of him." He know he shouldn't lie, he hugs his book close to his chest. "I hurt my toes coming in. Don't worry, Mari. Daddy is tough."

"Okay... but if the sea-wy man comes, I'll fight 'em! No one makes daddy cry!" She declares out loud before her eyes closed.

Miles smiles at his triplets, he chuckles, "Oh yeah? Protecting your daddy?"

"Yeah! You're the best daddy in the world!" Marianna mumbles the rest before falling asleep, she hugs her stuffed lion.

The young man's eyes soften before he tuck a piece of her curly hair behind her tiny ear. "Goodnight, mi vida. I love you all so much." He place another kiss on all their foreheads as they all fell asleep.

Their daddy turn off the lamp in their room, setting the book aside on the night stand. Miles took his Smartphone out being bombarded with texts from his friends, and his eyes caught his ex texting through his socials.

The rage he felt when he saw all his texts from four years ago begging for his Alpha to respond, and the new text.

Feb. 2nd, 8pm

DaPunkinBlu (Hobie): Hey, luv

Can we talk?

I can explain everything!

Miles cursed himself spotting his ex's icon with the green dot. Somehow that made his ex's catch him.

DaPunkinBlu: SUNFLOWER!

I know ur on here. I see you

PLease, I can explain!

Miles quickly blocks him being so annoyed.

Fuck him!

Then he went to find Gwen sending him early texts.

Feb 2nd, 4pm

Gwen: MILES! Hobie is here! He's lookin' for you!

Dude?

Miles!

He appeared when me, Margo, Pav and our close friends were at the bar. Pavtri invited him, and we were surprised to see him! He's asking for you. We swear no one told him about the pups and ask about you!

Miles: Wish I saw this 😓

Gwen: MILES! Dude, did he actually come over? We warned him not to, but he never listens.

Miles: yeah, i beat him with those stupid flowers he gave me 🤬 he ain't shit. I told him to leave me alone.

Gwen: 🙀😂 u beat him with flowers?

Miles: Dumbass gave me a bouquet of flowers as an apology... the audacity!

Gwen: say what? How dumb! Sorry, man. 😱 Pav warn him to not go near you but he acted like you were gonna forgive him or something.

Miles: Hell no! fuck him. I got so mad he made me mad for coming back. he was fine fuckin' around with other ppl leaving me ghosted! Shit, he lucky my dad didn't bring out his gun. 😤 I told him I never want to see him again!

He waited for his friend response, instead of staying in his room he got up to go to the living room. He slowly shut his bedroom door seeing how his babies were knocked out.

The young man had on an over-sized sweater with some pj pants, his hair in a pink bonnet and big fluffy slippers. He went to sit in the living room seeing how his parents and Abuela were in their rooms probably watching television or sleeping. He sat on the couch still feeling jittery from today.

Then his phone vibrated, quickly looking at the text.

Group Chat from the gang!

Pav: HEY! Hobie called me, Miles!

Peni: Same

Margo: Yea!

Gwen: I just got off the phone from him, Mi! can we do a vid call?

Everyone: SURE!

Miles saw all of them went to video call, he put on his earbuds then answer the call. One his phone all his friends were in their pajamas in their bedroom. Pavtri seems to be shirtless doing yoga. Peni on her bed with her reading glasses having a laptop on her lap. Margo reading a comic with snacks on her bed. Gwen sitting on her bed hugging a teddy bear with the television on. Kaine and his girlfriend Kitty sitting on the couch.

Gwen sighs: Dude, Hobie called me in panic! He's upset that you block him and not talking to him.

Pav: Did he come over, Mi?

Miles groans: he did and I was pissed! Got him to leave. Luckily he didn't see my kids.

Margo frowned a bit: Do you want him to know you two got-

Miles quickly cut her off: NO! I mean, no. He's... four years! He left me and never said shit. Now? I can't. Not when my pups are on the line. What if I told him, and he leaves or he wants to see them then leaves? I can't let my babies get hurt! I would die if I see them asking me why their dad doesn't love them.

They all looks upset with the fact that it could happen. Kaine nodded: Understandable.

His girlfriend, Kitty nodded: Yeah, a lot of Alphas been doing that lately. Miles, I think its best you don't tell him.

Peni fixes her glasses: I think he should.

Margo nodded: Same! I think he should.

Pavtri: Why? Hobie wasn't a good Alpha!

Gwen: But he isn't all bad? I mean, he did left Miles but he never hit him or was a shit friend...

Pavtri: But dat doesn't mean he's worthy of being a dad.

Margo: But he did help kids out around our area and anyone that was homeless! Hobie isn't all bad... at least for the pups to know who their dad is. What happens when they grow up and start asking questions?

Miles sighs: I rather lie.

Kaine: Uhh... would that be a good idea?

Gwen: Would that be fair to the pups? They would need to know their dad.

Peni nodded: Yeah, that's why you should tell them and him. Rip the band-aid off. if he leaves then that's his fault and your pups would grow up knowing he ain't shit.

Miles shook his head: no, they don't deserve that pain. They are worthy of a dad. They need a dad- an Alpha that would make them happy. i can't... I won't. They are my babies. I spend 48 hours in labor for them, lost a lot of blood and had to be bed resting to heal! I won't allow Hobie to get that power, that satisfaction he can walk away after knowing. I would kill him if he does!

He hates the idea of giving Hobie that knowledge, that power to know he has pups. Imagining his ex's cocky smile before dipping to go off to have fun.

Everyone stood quiet seeing how much Miles would do anything to protect his pups. His life is all about them, now. No matter what happens he wants to give them the best possible life, even gave up being an artist. He started working for a degree in Genetic Engineering and hoping after graduating he can get a well-paying job.

Pav: We're on your side, Miles. We know how much you love and care for them. Not gonna lie, I'm between. I do believe at one point they need to know but not now. Hobie doesn't need to know now. What's the benefit of him knowing?

They all took a moment. Kitty: We have to be honest here. There's a 50/50 chance he'll walk out or stay. From the looks of it, I think he's dating a popular Omega singer...

Everyone saw Kitty sending the latest news of Hobie Brown dating the famous Mindy McPherson. Miles felt a lump drop to his stomach. Been awhile since he saw any news of his ex, he tends to avoid or ignore it all together. Even with Ads about the band, he blocks it out. Heck, he rarely watches television, because of him!

Hobie and his band got super popular these last few years, and it seems it won't stop. No, he doesn't want his pups to suffer from the media or rumors. God, he would disappear with them into isolated place live in a cozy cabin.

Kitty: And we have to think about how Hobie's recent fame will affect the pups. They would have to deal with a lot of crazy paparazzi, even you Miles. Miles would be label as the "Other" Omega.

Pavtri sighs: That would be terrible. Miles, what are you gonna do if he keeps coming back?

Miles: Tell him to fuck off. I don't want none of it. And I want you guys to tell him you heard that from me. I'm fine without him and he's fine without me. Hell, he left! And-

Just then a random caller appeared on his phone, his eyes widen at the random call. Miles click the red button, but the call kept going. He growls in anger, "What!" Knowing who exactly is!

"Sunflower! I send-" Miles hung him up, then block the number.

Gwen asked, "Him?"

Miles sighs about to answer then another number pop off his phone, he sneered at the number.

Kitty said, "Looks like he wants to talk to you."

He picks up in a stern voice, "I told you to leave me alone. Are you out your mind calling me this late?"

"Miles, don't hang up! Look, I'ma keep-" Miles hung him up then block the number.

Then another number calling him appeared on his phone, again. Miles snaps, "Go fuck your girlfriend, you asshole. Leave me alone!" Before hanging up and blocking another number, he didn't care to hear Hobie.

Miles saw Ganke finally responding, he knows Ganke didn't like Hobie. So being blown up wit texts about him coming back.

Ganke texting Miles: He's back!? Fuck him! Do not engage!

Miles: I'm trying but this trick won't leave me alone.

Ganke: POS! I'll fuck him up if he hurts my niece and nephews

Miles smiles at his best friend being protective of his pups. He's happy he got friends that loves them as much as him.

Then his phone rings again by another random number. Miles went to his group FaceTime: Guys, I gotta go. He keeps calling me and UGH!

Gwen: No worries, dude.

Pav nodded: Yeah, Mi.

They said their goodbye as they signed off. Miles answered the call being irritated, "Hobie, I'm not gonna tell you-" The Alpha quickly answered, "Miles! Do not hang up! Please, gimme one-" Miles hung up being pissed of with his demands.

Then he calls again, Miles answered being pissed. "Miles, stop-" Hung up.

Again he calls.

Miles answered the phone to hear, "Miles, I am-" Hung up again. He didn't care if he's being petty. Fuck him.

When he got tired of hanging up, Hobie called again. "Fine, you got one minute to get your point across or else I'll hang up." Miles warn in a stern voice.

Hobie let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks, luv. I just want us to talk. Are you free tomorrow? I'll treat ya to lunch and explain the whole thing."

"No. I told you before I want you to leave me alone!"

"Miles, please. I want to give you a proper apology!"

"Hobie, why did you come back? Did you honestly believe I want you back after four years! I don't want lunch with you. I don't want your apology."

"Sunflower-" Miles cut him off, "You broke us! You left and ghosted me! So, why I need to risk going to a stupid lunch with you and your stupid sorry?" He's mad and he knows. Hobie had to know how much this affected him. "You don't know how shitty I felt when you left! FOUR YEARS! I'm fine without you! I moved on, so go fuck yourself and your fucking girlfriend! I don't wanna hear you anymore. I swear to god, Hobie. I will file a police report if you continued to harass me!"

Out of anger and spite he hangs up and block the stupid number, again. This time he turns off his phone. He tosses his phone on the couch, already standing up being stressed. Hands around his next as he breathing heavily by everything.

When he turns around he found his parents standing in the hallway being surprised at him. Jeff finally asked, "He's bothering you?"

"Yeah... he wanted to treat me to lunch and I told him no." He admits it.

Rio went over to hug him, "Shh, it's okay. I'll make us some tea."

"I found out he got a girlfriend... a famous singer. Now, he's back he wants me to be his side... I don't know. I told him to leave me alone." His honey-brown eyes caught his dad looking tensed possibly annoyed.

"Typical." Jeff mutters.

"I'm proud of you, Miles. Your holding your ground." His mother said, "He needs to know he can't have it all."

"Are you planning to tell him about the pups?" Jeff finally asked.

"No, I don't care if he comes money. I want my pups to be safe." Miles said in a serious tone.

Rio added, "But one day, they need to know that includes Hobie."

"I rather he not." Jeff grunts, "Got our son dealing with it all while he's being Lenny Kravitz."

Miles rub his arm being afraid of that day. Glancing over to his phone, he knew it will come. He just hope he'll be strong enough to talk about it. "I just don't want them to be abandon like I was." He finally said, "I focus so much on them and their future, I don't want Hobie to ruin it all."

"Miles, your children love you! You are doing a wonderful job as a parent. You work, you take responsibility! We are proud of you," Rio went over to held his hands as she use her motherly scent. "You grow into a strong Omega that Hobie couldn't imagine. You have the control now. Not him. An Alpha is only good when they provide for their Omega."

"Thank you, mamí. I really need to hear this." Miles hugs her tightly feeling so safe. This new obstacle will show him how far he comes as an Omega. The three enjoy a cup of warm Honey Ginger Spice tea while watching a small movie before heading to bed.

The next day, Miles had to meet one of Kaine's cousins to see if he can get an internship at Alchemax. He happens to meet his cousin Peter, an Omega that's Assistant supervisor of the department of Genetic Engineering. The interview was only thirty minutes long seeing how the older Omega had taken a liking to the young man.

"I see your resume, you're doing a lot, huh?" Peter flips over the next page to see references from professors, managers, and so on. "Wow, you really put in work on this? You know, the minimum is three, right?"

Miles being nervous wearing his white collar shirt and blue tie, "Sorry... I-I'm-" The brunette merely chuckles, "Easy. Easy! I know this kind of stuff is nerve racking. Look I get it, you wanna show how good you are since my cousin recommend you. All I can say you got the internship, and can I say I'm impressed!" He took a donut from his plate to munch on.

Miles can tell this man is very easy going, which made his nerves calm down. "Re-really?"

"Yeah! A single Omega with triplets managing work, school and this? You are one of kind! And very dedicated." Peter cheerful talks while chewing, "I have one kid and man, she's a handful." Flipping a picture frame to show his wife and daughter, "Her name is May."

"She is pretty." Miles' saw how the little girl looks a lot like her dad and the red hair from her mother. "Um... can I say? Is it alright to not bring up to the others I'm a single Omega with triplets." He rubs the back of his right hand being nervous, "I like to keep that private, you know?"

"Sure. When you're ready, you can tell anyone even our boss, Miguel." Peter nodded, "I get it. No Omega likes to be pity down, but trust me, this place is pretty fun. You'll like it and hopefully once you graduate you can get a full time, and if you continue your studies for a Masters, you'll be able to move up into my position or another. Great pay, great benefits, the whole thing. Also, this internships pay so you lucky you got it."

Miles smiles happily at this. "When can I start?"

"Well, we work early from 6am-4pm, depending on our projects. Miguel calls the shots, but seeing how your schedules is a bit scattered, you can intern for three days a week. Mon-Wed from 6am-11am?" The older male saw how there was early openings on Miles' schedules sheet.

"Yeah I can make it work!" Miles said being joyful at this outcome. Finally all that hard work is paying off!

After Peter show Miles every part of the department, the young Omega saw his soon-to-be boss locked in his office with the curtains down. The older Omega merely mention how Dr. O'Hara is a workaholic, never likes to be interrupted when he's trying to finish their deadlines.

Miles can tell this place would be the best for him, yet he could remember how much fear he had when smelled Dr. O'Hara's strong Alpha scent. Hopefully, his boss of an Alpha wouldn't judge him too much.

After he got off the train to head home, he walks down the street feeling the windy cold air. His phone rang seeing it's his grandmother, "Ah-lo? Abuela?" He answered.

"Mijo! Tus hijos y yo estamos en el parque. Estás cerca?" She asked.

"Si! I'm coming by, now." Miles got more pump to hearing his babies calling for him. Seems like his Abuela decided to take them to the park for a bit after they went grocery shopping.

When he saw the park, he happily rushes over crossing the street. Just before he could enter the small park, he felt a hand grabbing his wrist and very familiar Alpha scent. The dark skinned Omega turns around to find his ex breathing heavily with a serious stare at him.

"Hobie?"

"I-I finally caught up to you!" Hobie finally said through his heavy breathing, he seems like he ran to catch to his ex. Miles saw the black deck out punker out fit, especially those heavy boots did a number on him.

"Let go of me! I told you I don-" The punker snapped at him, "Miles, I want to explain myself!" His Alpha begging at this point with his own pleading scent.

Miles snatched his hand away from his ex, "I have things to do and I told you i don't want to hear!"

"Why are you so mad at me? We were young! We're still young! I know I did wrong for sleeping with you when you were in your heat, but-" Miles snapped at him, "You played with me! My feelings! What's the reason coming back if you're gonna excuse yourself? Why all of sudden, huh?"

The punker noticed some people around notice them, he sucked his teeth. The chances of being caught as a famous celebrity got him worry. "Luv, please." He sighs, "Give me just five minutes."

"I got things to do..."

"Miles."

"Ugh, fine." The Black Latino rolled his eyes, "But after this, I don't want to see you again."

"Sunflower, don't be so cruel." He chuckles until his expression changes quickly when he smelled that sour scent from his ex. "Easy, luv. I'm only pulling your leg."

"I gotta make a quick call." Miles glares at him before stepping away while he went to call his Abuela to let her know he won't make it on time. It was best for her and his pups go home after they were done. He promise to give his babies so much love.

His ex stood behind him, "Who are you talkin' to?" His Alpha scent leaking out being curious.

"My grandma," Miles hung up his call, "She came to visit." Luckily he spoke Spanish to his grandma.

"Oh? Sounded like there was someone else..."

"Pfft, fuck off, Hobs. You get to fuck around without no issues. What I do isn't your damn business!" Miles spat with pure anger out of his ex.

The punker blink a couple of times from his ex's words. This was new. He never expected his ex to be so distant with him, and the foul scent wasn't helping. "Okay. Noted." Not wanting to get things to go terrible, he needs to explain himself. Rubbing his nose, "Let's go to that cafe over there." Miles nodded having to follow him.

The two sat in the cafe seeing there wasn't any people around. They order coffee. Miles saw Hobie paying for his coffee, "Look I'll pay for you. Let me know, what you want, Sunflower."

I want you out of my life...

He didn't have to say much since his scent was already lingering around the Alpha. Hobie merely wave his nose trying to get rib the stench, "Luv, we're in a cafe..." He could tell the people around them became uneasy with Miles' scent.

"Right..." He sighs trying to calm down, his scent slowly disappearing. "So?"

"Easy, Sunflower. We're in a cafe and I order us some coffee. Let's just enjoy a few minutes before going into..." Hobie stops talking when he saw his ex's giving him daggers with his arms crossed. "Heh," He clears his throat, "Right. You want to get to the point."

"Five minutes and I'm walking." Miles warned.

"You're not making this easy, huh? Fair enough." His ex's partner sighs giving in, his hand rubbing his neck. "Okay, right to the point..."

Miles said nothing, he wanted to hear it from him. "Not gonna respond?" Hobie saw his ex stayed quiet. "Alright, okay." He took a deep breath. "You have every right to be mad at me, and it's completely understandable. I left without a word, but you have to understand, Miles. I had this big opportunity."

So? You left me. You didn't tell me anything!

Four years of him trying to find ways to curse his ex partner out, yet he rather listen to his ex's reasons. There was no point to curse him back. Miles got tired of bullshit, finally seeing his ex, he realize how luckily he got away when he could. It felt good seeing how his ex's Alpha pleading for him, those dark eyes begging for his attention.

Miles couldn't understand why Hobie wanted his attention or needs him to get empathy. It only made the black Latino realize his ex is a very selfish person when it comes to himself.

"A week ago before we... mated." Hobie continues on with his story. "A record label sign my band and wanted us to go on tour. We had to move to the UK for a bit to work some produces, too." He points out, "I didn't mean to leave you like that, but if I would've told you about this you would've want me to stay or you come with me."

No response just two big doe eyes on him, Hobie didn't like the look his ex's gave. The lack of emotions, there was no empathy or pity that he expect just patience. Miles wanted to know more, he seems unsatisfied with this information.

"I-I'm sorry," Hobie uses his Alpha scent to ease the tension, his hand with many tattoos and expensive rings wanted to reach out to touch his Omega.

Miles gave a disgusted sneer, pulling away from that hand heading towards him. He scoot his seat making sure there's distance between them. He was rather disappointed but not surprise with this fact.

During his pregnancy, he wonders why his boyfriend would leave him and that was one of the possibilities he figure it was. Very disappointed.

"Um, Sunflower." His ex's voice rings his ear, the punker look desperate for his reactions, "you got nuthin' to say?"

"What's there to say? You did what you did and now here we are. You came back for what? Forgiveness? You had some sort of guilt trip and want me to forgive you?" Miles rolled his eyes then scoffs, "God, you are sumthin' Hobie Brown."

The punker sat up straight with hurt in his eyes, "You didn't have to look at me like that... you know-" Miles cut him off, "You left me, you ghosted me because you want to live your dream, if not be the Alpha you always dislike!"

"Do not say that, Mil-" Miles snorted, "What? Is that a lie? Are you surprised that you are the "typical" Alpha? The one that runs when things get serious or the chance you get success you go off this long journey to be a free man? Sleeping around, partying, not stay loyal. Because what exactly would happen if you did tell me and I told you to stay with me? Hmm," His honey-brown eyes narrowed, a growl from his throat, "because it sound like to me, you would cheat on me the moment you left, so ghosting me was better instead of being the Better Alpha! pfft, whatever. This conversation changes nothing between me and you, in fact," He got up to point at Hobie having a harsh glare, "it only show me what a true Alpha you are. A weak, pathetic jerk that's willing to run off and not give of shit! Oh, but the moment you come back, what? You were gonna pull off a charming smile and expect to forgive you! No, fuck you! Fuck you and eat shit!"

He got riled up that his Omega scent started to reek, and his voice growing louder disturbing the piece. The punker is all for being abrupt, causing chaos, but for the first time, he wishes there was no attention between the two.

His dark eyes widen being extremely hurt by his ex's words, surely he didn't mean it. It was in the moment, right? "Miles, calm-" Miles laughs at him being cold, "Now, embarrassed? Fuck you! Keep the fucking coffee. I'm leaving! You should stop bothering me, you got what you always wanted." He walks out avoiding all shocking eyes from the people and employees in the cafe, he can't blame them. He too would be nosy and into the drama.

"Sunflower, wait. Where are you going? We- you haven't got your coffee- look-" Hobie struggles to get out of his seat when he noticed his heavy boots got stuck between the legs of his chair, "Shit. Miles, wait up!"

Leave me alone!

Miles never walked so fast, he didn't want his ex to catch up on him, so he quickly ran home. He could hear Hobie shouting his name, the smell of his pleading Alpha scent while his own Omega purrs for him, again.

Stop! He's not for us!

The Omega quickly went rushing to the other block. "Miles!" Hearing Hobie getting closer to him.

"Leave me alone!" Miles shouted as he kept running away from his ex.

"Miles, stop! You need to understand why I came back, I wanted to-" Miles didn't want to hear it, he wants to go home and be with his babies.

"Miles?" Honey-brown looks up to find his Abuela and his pups all button up with their winter coats being nice and snug. They hold hands coming out of the park.

"Daddy!" Mariana shouted being held by her great grandmother.

Aaron hold his great grandmother's right hand, while Karl suck his thumb having to hold tightly on his great grandmother's long dress. "Papá!" Karl's eyes gleam having to let go to run up to his daddy!

The Omega's suddenly changed to a very cheerful mode, seeing his babies got him so happy. "Awe, mi amorcito! You missed me!" He picks up his son using his Omega scent, his pup happily snuggles against him.

"Awe, he was crying for you, he was so sad you couldn't come. What happened?" Gloria saw her grandson holding his son, while she put Mariana down to hold her hand. Then her nose tickled of pure Alpha stench, the same scent as her grandson's ex-partner. She growls lowly and sneered when her eyes spotted the punker catching up to them.

Miles noticed his grandmother's growl, then heard a breathless Alpha, "Miles, luv... I-I just need a minute," Trying to catch his breath, Hobie had his hands on his knees being exhausted from running. "I..." Then his dark eyes widen when his nose tickles of sweet milk scents of pups. When his ex's turn around to face him, he's holding a small boy pup. "Sun... flower?"

Miles's scent changes into sweet brown sugar something completely different than his old scent. This was a sign of birthed... his Omega had pups. "I told you to leave me alone, Hobie..." Miles frowns at him before he kisses his pup's forehead and fix his little curls away from his face.

"Heh, you're pretty close to that pup, eh?" Hobie's voice sounded cracked like he couldn't believe it.

"Hey, Msite-w! Who are you? That's my daddy!" Mariana went up the Alpha being demanding.

"Mariana!" Miles took her hand pulling her to be close to him.

"Papá! Who's this sca-wy man?" Aaron rushes by to hug his daddy's leg being afraid by the stranger's appearance. "Why he got fish hook on his face?"

Hobie's stare in disbelief, he had to blink a couple of times. This could explain why his ex-partner seems over with him. "So... you had pups... um... congrats? Hah, um... are they-" Miles shot back, "They're not yours."

Gloria stares at her grandson having the chance to tell his ex about the pups, she wasn't surprised. Rio did told her that Miles' heartbreak was terrible for him, and he didn't want Hobie to find out about the pups. So she remained quiet, she can tell the Alpha had mix emotions about all this.

"Wah? Their- their not?" The Alpha tries to composed himself, instead he felt like he wanted to cry. "So, you just mess with another bloke after I left? Huh, it was that easy?"

"Not in front of my kids." Miles glares at him, "it's none of your business what I do afterwards, you left. You didn't care if I die!"

"How can you say that? You make me sound like I'm a monster." The punker couldn't believe the words coming out from the Omega, "I lo-" Miles snaps, "I don't want to hear it. You and I are done! You made it loud and clear, so you shouldn't be upset. You should suck it up, right mate?"

That shut the Alpha up being completely hurt, his scent breaking into something foul like betrayal and grief. Miles saw the way his pups look scared, "I-I have to go. My pups need to get out of the cold, and you should go back to your life, Hobie."

"Can I least know who's their father?" The Alpha asked still in disbelief about all of this.

"Why? So you can fight him?"

"I swear, I won't... I need it for my peace of mind."

Oh wow, his peace? What a fucking hypocrite...

Miles stood quiet, then said, "Bye, Hobie." It was better than-

"MILES! I'm not playing! I need to know! You can't walk away and-" Miles growls, "Stop it, my pups are right here and you're yelling. What the hell is wrong with you?" His pups were scared. His poor Karl shuddering being cold and scared, it got his Omega to purr trying calm him down, "My poor babies are out here in the cold, and you're demanding me like a damn fool! You're one piece of work, Hobie."

The punker's eyes landed at the triplets seeing their brown nose getting a bit redder, they were terrified by him. He softly said, "Sorry, little ones... Um... I just- Sorry, Miles."

Gloria finally said, "It's cold and the kids need their nap time. I want my grandson and his pups to be home, don't you think they deserve to be warm in their house?" Her brown eyes on the punker.

"Um... yeah, sure." Hobie rubs his neck.

Miles finally sighs seeing how upset and lonely his ex look, "Ganke..." That's all he can say, a simple lie. In that moment, he should've told the truth, but he wanted to be petty. He wanted the punker to leave him alone, to not believe there's any way of being back with him. Something in him knew the punker would try to be with him if he found out about the pups.

Gloria didn't say anything, yet deep down she was in shock. Why would he lie like that? Then again, when she saw the punker's facial expression of shock, hurt, betrayal, all the trials of heartbreak- which was odd since he was the one that left. Yet, when she saw her grandson's expression; it's a small smirk on his face.

Miles got what he wanted to see, leaving Hobie alone. It's a wonderful sight to see, since Hobie always had beef with his best friend. Since, this helps made the push, he wonders what kind of crazy scenarios the punker will come up with.

When the Morales family got back to the apartment, Gloria finally said in a serious tone. "Miles, what is wrong with you? Why would you say that?"

Her grandson squat low to his pups' level to take their winter coat off, "I had to..." He didn't feel bad. "I got tired of his stupid smirk."

"So you brought up your best friend into this? While he's engage?" His grandmother started to speak full Spanish having to lecture him and tell his parents about this.

Miles rubs his head, "You don't get it, Abuela! Hobie destroyed me and comes back like nothing happened!"

"Even so, you shouldn't be lying like that. He has the right to know, too. You didn't even try to tell him when you..." She saw the pups looking at them, "We'll talk later about this, but you know he does need to know, too."

"I know..." Miles sighs, "But not yet."

"Daddy, why Abuela mad?" Aaron asked.

"No, she's not upset. We are just talking, mi bebé. Come on, let's go watch some television." Miles tries to change the subject.

"Who's the sca-wy man?" Karl asked as he walks over to the living with his brother and sister.

"Oh, an old friend..." Miles lies as he helped them up on the couch, "Now, who wants to watch Bluey?"

"I do!" The triplets shouted.

Aaron looks over at his grandma, "Grandma! You not watchin' with us?"

"Soon, mi nińo. I'm going to make dinner today." She hums.

The triplets happily plays with their daddy, and watch Bluey. When the triplets play with themselves, Miles texts his best friend.

Miles: Yo, Gank!

(Few seconds)

Miles: Sorry, man.

(Few seconds)

Miles: I told Hobie you were the pups' dad. 🤷🏾‍♂️

(Few seconds)

Miles: My bad 😣

He wasn't sure how his best friend would take it, but this is one way to tell him. Then his phone blasting with texts dings.

Ganke: WHAT!

(super speed replies)

Ganke: AYE YO!?!?!

Ganke: HUH!

Ganke: MILES?

Before Miles could type, a phone call from Ganke appeared on his screen.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #fanfic

[back-alley-goatboy]

Well, as its Ghosts season 5 eve, I think its about time I give my final theories to how The captain and Kitty die.

Idk if promo pics count as spoilers, but they are below the cut

Starting with Kitty. Honestly, I think its going to be either food poisoning or an allergic reaction from the pineapple, but it will be spurred on by Eleanor.

I mean, look how much fun Kitty is having, she's laughing with everyone, and Eleanor looks so damn salty and jealous.

I mean, we know she isn't above trying to make Kitty sick (the warm oysters), plus we have seen kitty throw up as a ghost. I imagine the party would eat the pineapple, it begins to make Kitty ill and Eleanor would notice and would make a game of it. Something along the lines of "oh its horrid, lets see who can eat the most", expecting her to throw up and embarrass herself, not die.

Im leaning more towards food poisoning because chances are that pineapple would be rotten as hell by the time it reaches the Uk in the georgian era via boat.

Above all, I want to see kitty realise that Eleanor was a bitch and start unpacking that trauma. Bonus points for genuine kitmas bonding over the fact their familes are terrible.

Second of all, The Captain. Whoo boy I have feelings about this one, its a much less solid theory but it makes sense.

We all know the beloved cracked mirror in the intro but it got me thinking, what if its a metaphor for a broken image?

We all know Cap is big on appearances, but in the promo pics we see him looking like hes getting grilled by the general (wiki told me the red bits mean general, dont quote me though, also, stick my beloved).

Ever since Redinng weddy, I have wondered if Cap was ordered to bury the bomb. I doubt it considering its active explosives in someones back garden so I came to the conclusion that the "letter/operation william plans" were actually letters and Cap buried them with the bomb to keep them safe. But then, a suposedly important Government secret operation goes walkies? Thats a situation right there.

What if, after getting his medals, the general complains that he isnt worthy of them/is a spy or german ect (some Havers is a spy theory here, I dont love it but it would make some sense in this context) and it kind of adds up too much, so the other soldiers try and get rid of him. If a fight was to break out it would explain why he has the stick, he grabbed it out the general's hand trying to defend himself. Similarly, the draw opening in the intro could be someone grabbing a stashed away gun, causing panic (maybe cap finally got his service revolver). We also know a man was murdered in the library (said by Robin in the little promo film), I can only imagine it was teased because it was relevant.

Obviously this is a less solid theory but it would explain the weird expressions in the promo pics and tbh Im biased towards the Cap was murdered theory. Hypothetically, it could also be why he only wants to be known as The Captain, if the General tried to revoke his title after he got his medals.

Also Lord Brigadier Sir Anthony Bartholemew Raisinby Jones mayhaps?

I mean regardless of what happens,they are my babies and im going to go feral. I guess we just have to wait and see.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts the captain #the captain #bbc ghosts kitty #bbc ghosts season 5 #bbc ghosts spoilers #headcanon #i love them your honor