#I WILL NEVER STOP AAAAGHH

[monsieurivoblan]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

Aventurine × Dr. Ratio ( Aventio / Golden Fleece )

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— “They are watching us.”

— “Let them watch.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Platonic Yandere Sea Monster

The ocean is a dangerous entity 

Known for her high waves, immeasurable depths, and eternal mysteries

She entices millions into her cold embrace every day

Many of whom are devoured by said mysteries leaving no trace

One of its greatest mysteries is a creature who’s been roaming beneath the surface of the earth for eons

So it truly is a special occasion that Maelstrom breaks this streak for a feast on a private yacht 

It’s far too easy how this new (to him) bipedal species gawks and helplessly flails while he sucks the bones out of their soft skin

He doesn’t care for the soft innards that the skin holds 

He does like how their screams gurgle and warble as he delights in their crunchy bones

So he makes it his mission to devour or turn into water 

And he’s sure that he’s done so with all of the little crunchy snack bags on the ship

Until he’s led into a cramped little closet with a tiny version of the springy boxes he’d found before

On it was a wailing babe—you

Now that he’s recognized 

Because for all the different species evolution has brought it a crying infant was a common denominator

And you were crying hard

Whether you were the sibling or offspring of some ill-thinking teen or an overworked employee of the crew the one who was going to care for you was gone

And Maelstorm knew that

On the account that he’s certain he’d still be hearing your incessant crying on the entirely silent yacht, he molds his water-like body into something more like the ‘human skin bags’ 

Letting his face bulge and bubble with the vague memory of his meal’s screaming faces until you stop crying

“There…there…my pearl.”

It’s been so long since he’s been awake to have a pet 

Surely it won’t be too hard

…right?

“Aaaaghh!”

“You’re not hungry, you’re not sleepy, you’ve already gone to the bathroom! WHAT IS IT!?”

He’s never been so stressed out 

Stressed out trying to stop your little face from contorting anymore as you empty your little lungs and exhaust your little vocal cords

He eventually decides he does need help and uses one of the less rotted bodies to go on land and learn among these skin bags so that he knows what to do

“Oh poor sir looks like they’re just hungry for some warm hugs.”

“Is that…really all?”

“Why of course! Babies really hinge on your emotions and attention.”

After he takes in the ‘nurse’s’ wisdom he begins to feel something new 

Something full of jealousy that has him snatching your swaddled form before giving a light pat that turns her into a puddle on the floor

Maelstorm easily finds another skin-bag with a nice face to take the body of 

Leaving with a skip in his step while the ‘skin-bags’ authorities baffled over the only remnant of a missing ‘nurse’

“I see now to avoid this awful feeling I must make sure all my affection is being given to my pearl.”

From there you can be sure that you’re entire life will be filled with Maelstorm learning about the negative emotions he can get as you grow

True there will be many positive feelings 

But he learns that to protect those precious new feelings 

Barricading you on abandoned ships and attacking all the skin-bags that come to keep it that way

And even when you grow into the adults he’d previously snacked on

He won’t completely leave humans alone

He pulls back on this snacking habit only because he sees more of you in them

But he’s not going to stop eating them 

Especially when he finds your attention drifting from him as you crave more socialization 

“As far as I’m concerned all we need is each other. Now do I have to eat this entire village or will you go back to our boat?”

[whump-queen]

✍️ like 3 months ago u said on discord "I did get an idea about a whumper setting a shock collar to detect whumpees heartrate and go off if it exceeded a certain level… eventually they’d have to force their body to ‘relax’ if they wanted the pain to stop" and i haven't stopped thinking about it since

omg I had completely forgot about this but look what I found sitting in my notes app—

Relax

“How many times do I have to say it, hm?”

content: shock collars, restraints, begging, cruel/sadistic whumper, set up to fail

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Whumpee seized as the collar went off again, every muscle in their body tensed and contorted with agony over and over. They didn’t know how many times it took, but at some point they collapsed, limp against the concrete when the current finally stopped.

“P-please—please make it stop.” They let out another choked sob, “I—I can’t do this anymore I—“

Another jolt of electricity sparked straight into their neck and another piercing scream rang out and echoed along the concrete walls.

Whumper only laughed, and when Whumpee looked up at them with those desperate, pleading eyes, Whumper’s lips pursed together and their eyes narrowed. Whumpee knew that look—a mocking gesture of sympathy.

“Awe pet, surely you dont think begging me will do anything, do you?

“I mean,” Whumper lifted their hands up in a universal gesture of innocence, “I’m not even holding a remote right now, am I?”

Whumpee’s eyes widened, “Then how—how are you—“

“I dont control this right now, you do. And if you want it to stop, you’ll need to learn to fucking control yourself.”

It was no use. Their voice kept cracking between words. Whumpee could only let out a pathetic whimper as they sunk limply back into the floor.

Whumper smiled and turned on their heel, snickering when they heard yet another snap of electricity and another desperate shriek of pain.

They reached for the door handle, but a sharp shout from their captive on the floor made their fingers pause.

“Wait! W-wait I— I’ll do anything, I— Please— Please just— just make it st—aaAAGHH—“

Whumper turned to look at the bound shaking figure, twitching with the voltage that never seemed to leave their system for too long.

A condescending smirk slid across their face.

“I’ve already told you. If you want the pain to stop, you’re going to have to relax.”

Whumpee felt fresh, hot tears stream down their face as they watched Whumper disappear through the doorway, locking the door behind them.

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there are a lot of scenarios you could do with a premise like this, this was just drabble wip I had in my notes so! may write more of this idea and I invite anyone else to use this idea if you want (if you do, tag me cuz I wanna read it!)

general whump tagljst: @whumpshaped @whumpsday @emmettnet @a-whump-sideblog @whump-it-like-its-hot @wolfeyedwitch @whumper-soot @unorganisedalienrubbish @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter @ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @shannon-foraker @oriantthegiant @banditosong @anonymustyou @feralwhump @jieunie-23

lmk if you want to be added/removed from the taglist <3

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

all i ever wanted is here

word count ; 2.1k (oops)

pairing ; fem!lightfog

extra ; jackie washes nicolette's hair for her ,,,, yaaaaay lightfog yuri ... theyre so obnoxiously soft. anywho

Pushing open the front door, (that was left unlocked, mind you) Nicolette leant herself back in a chair with an ‘Aaaaghh’ sound. She'd been out signing autographs throughout the afternoon and, though she loved all the attention, it had become too loud and too much and she, now, was finally able to chill out a bit. She thought she was alone, after all.

Jackie had let herself in earlier on. Her excuse would be that she had nowhere else to go, but she liked going through Nikki's stuff and using her cutlery and her cups. She liked knowing Nikki's mouth had once been on whatever she was eating or drinking with, so she always made it a point to have tea or cereal when she was at her's. Speaking of, she had a bowl of cereal in her hands. It was sort of stale, like all food in Wellington Wells, but she didn't mind all that much. It was something, at least. 

She was sat up on one of the kitchen counters, which were typically cluttered with bowls and cans and bottles, but she'd cleared them before she'd hopped up. ‘Why didn't she just sit in a chair?’ you may ask. It was so that if anyone came into the house, they wouldn't immediately see her. The way the kitchen was built was that there was a wall blocking a view over the oven and counters from where you'd be stood in the front door, no-one was spotting her at a first glance.

That being said, upon hearing the door open, she put the bowl down and, instinctively, picked up her cleaver, ready to butcher someone bloody if it wasn't Nikki. Pushing herself off the counters and stepping a little past the wall, she looked around, not immediately spotting Nicolette, who-

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST,” Nikki jumped and accidentally pushed herself off the chair she had relaxed on, falling against the wall and whacking her head in the process. “Fucking hell, Jackie..” She whined, rubbing the back of her head.

“Oh!” Jacqueline smiled wide, “It's you!” 

Nik scowled, “Well, yeah. You think someone else would waltz in here if the house wasn't theirs?” She rolled her eyes, noticing the weapon Jackie had as she looked up again. “Whyyy do you-”

Jackie went to explain, but.

“You know what? Don't want to know.” She shrugged, grabbing the arm of the chair she was initially on and pulling herself up again with a sigh. Back on that chair, she leant back to support her neck and let her head ache less. “Fuck's sake.” She complained.

Walking over with a gleeful jump in her step, Jackie placed her knife down on the coffee table, within reach (just in case), and sat herself on Nikki's lap. She leant right to lay against her obsession, then twisted herself a little to hold her still and kiss her neck.

Nicolette sighed again, the affection being just what she needed, though she'd never say. She wrapped her arms around Jackie while she was kissed, having a tight grip on the back of her blazer. She hummed, feeling warm from flustering.

Bringing up a hand from Nic’s neck, Jackie gently put it in her hair, brushing through it with her fingers during kisses. She pulled away for a second, “Your hair feels gross,” she said, rather bluntly. Stopping her kisses altogether and sitting up on Nicolette's lap, Jackie spoke again. “When did you wash your hair last, buttercup?” 

Nic whined when Jackie pulled away, but didn't physically stop her. She just begged with her eyes for her to keep kissing her. She looked away, “Hmmn…” then shrugged.

“You don't remember?”

Nic shook her head, still not looking at Jackie. She felt a little guilty, not looking after herself. She used to have to. She hated it. The constant routines were so much to keep on top of, and with Joy in the mix, it was hard to remember. She hadn't really had a proper hygiene routine since her days of exclusively being in magazines. Not that she was dirty, per-se, just not washing consistently. No one really noticed, so she didn't care.

“Ohh, daaarling,” Jackie affectionately copied the tone of Nic's whining, “you know you have to look after yourself.”

“I know.” Another sigh, “It's just hard to remember, that's all.” She shrugged. Jackie looked after her too much, she thought. She could take care of herself just fine, she didn't need someone else's interference. Though … It was nice to feel important in a way that wasn't fake. Despite always being fake, Jackie felt real to Nicolette. She was fucking crazy, there's no denying that, but her true colours weren't hidden behind a mask or screen. The mask she wore suited her now.

Anyway, Jackie thought for a moment. “I could wash your hair for you, if you'd like.” She leant down again, against Nic, and twirled her lover's hair between her fingers, “Not that you'd need me to, I just like being helpful.” She tried to come up with some other incentive for Nicolette to let her. “And, besides, I won't be kissing your neck much anymore if your hair stinks of cigarettes.”

Nic growled. “Fine. Whatever.” 

Jackie let out a manic-sounding giggle, gently pushing herself up from how she was sat into a stand. She brushed at her skirt with her hands, pushing it back into its usual shape after sitting, then went to turn on the hot water in the bathroom. 

As she waited for Jackie to call her over again, as she usually did, Nikki took an extra Joy, hoping it would numb the oncoming headache. Joy didn't give her much of the ‘overly happy’ symptoms, unfortunately. Didn't bypass the depression she'd been dealing with for years, but it was good at numbing the particularly tricky emotional halves of things. And it tasted good, which was probably why she liked it so much. Either way, it's not like Jacqueline was gonna notice. Hopefully.

She had been weird about Nic taking Joy since she stopped being able to. It actually made her quite angry. Whether it was jealousy or not, Nic wasn't sure. She had convinced herself that that's what it was. Jackie was jealous that she couldn't be constantly happy anymore. Nikki never really got it, actually, as Jackie seemed happy without Joy anyways. Maybe it was a front, maybe she shouldn't worry about it so much.

“Water's sorted!” Jackie said from the other room, snapping Nic out of the train of thought she found herself in. “Can you bring a cup through too, buttercup?” She paused, “And maybe a pillow?”

“The hell are you gonna need a pillow for?!” Nic yelled back, gathering the things as instructed. 

“Well, I don't expect you to sit on the floor like an animal. Not at this hour.” Jackie giggled at her own joke, then went quiet and waited. 

Nicolette rolled her eyes and made her way to the bathroom with a well-stuffed pillow under her arm and a cup in the other hand. Jackie moved out of the way, stood against the wall as she watched Nic put the pillow on the floor, infront of the bath. “Stop looking at my arse, perv.” Nicolette hissed, putting a hand against her skirt and over her ass as she bent down. 

“I wasn't! I wasn't.” Jackie looked up at the ceiling, smiling mischievously. She loved to admire Nic, better than anyone else could. She'd been admiring her for years, she knew where each individual mole or stretch mark was placed by memory. She acted as if Nic had been drawn on by gods, the way she worshipped every mark.

Nikki crouched, then got on her knees on the cushion she'd put down. “So, uh,” she started, “how's this gonna work? Do you want me leant over the bath, or?” 

Jackie put her hands on her hips, like she was about to tell off a child. “No, silly.” She said affectionately, getting to Nic's side. “This would have been much easier if you had brought in a chair. Uhm,,” She didn't want to be bent down for too long, as it would ache, but there wasn't really a way to avoid it. She sighed, “If you'd turn around, love.” 

She put one hand on the bath and the other on Nicolette's shoulder, trying to keep balance as she also got down to the floor. Nic, hesitantly, did as she was told and turned, back against the bath and her head leant over it. This wasn't going to do her headache any favours.

Jackie kissed Nic's cheek, “Good girl,” she said, a smile across her lips, then pulled herself up again using the bath as support. Stepping over Nic's legs, Jackie filled the cup with lukewarm water and put it on the side. She then bent herself over a little and gently placed her left hand under Nic's head, supporting it as best she could. “Stay still for me, buttercup.”

“Mmhmm.”

Grabbing the cup again, Jackie poured it over Nicolette's hair carefully, making sure to not wet her face. Whatever spray Nic had in her hair was stubborn, and the back of her hair was still frizzy and kept shape after the water initially drenched it. “I'm going to let go of you for a second. Stay.” Jackie instructed.

“I'm not a dog, Jackie.” Nic growled, trying to focus on anything else. She hurt, the moisture was uncomfortable. It would have been much easier to not wash her hair at all, but someone is insistent about taking care of her.

“Your conditioner is almost empty,” Jackie commented as she picked it up from the other side of the bath, the side closer to the wall. She, at this point, had sat down on the side so she wouldn't hurt as bad. She put her hand under Nicolette's head again, and dripped some conditioner onto the middle of her hair, combing it in with her fingers after she put the bottle down.

Its style soon came out and the hair obeyed her hands, the clean foam covering them. She then filled the cup again, and poured it again, bubbly water splashing down into the bathtub. She gently scratched at her scalp, getting any remnants of conditioner out of her dark brown hair.

“Have you got any shampoo anywhere, pet?” Jackie tilted her head, softly smiling down to her star. 

“Uhhm,,,” Nicolette didn't want to say no. What would Jackie think? Nic would only be disappointing her more from not looking after herself. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at her with guilt.

Jackie chucked a little, “that's okay. Just conditioner and water will do for now, sweetheart.” She went to fill the cup again.

“I'm sorry,” Nic apologised quietly, watching Jackie and listening to the drip, drip, drip of her hair, that was forming a murky puddle of water in the tub.

“Pardon?” She tilted her head again, putting more water over Nic's hair and brushing it through once more while they talked. “What for?”

Nicolette sighed. “For having to take care of me! I'm an adult. I can-”

“Hushshshsh.” Like I've said, she loved looking after Nic, it made her feel special herself. It took her a moment to come up with comfort, then she spoke, focussing more on Nicolette's hair than on her wording. “I adore you, darling, and none of this is a burden on my shoulders. Besides,” she smiled, “you're doing such a good job.”

Nicolette blushed under her happy-mask, “W- well, uhmm, uh,,” She went quiet, then continued, “thank you.”

“Almost done now, dear.”

When she'd finished, Jackie gestured her hands to tell Nic to still stay where she was while she went off and looked for a towel. Why none of this was in her bathroom, she didn't know. Well, she did. Nic kept towels upstairs by her room, in case she spilt a drink or threw up and needed it cleaned. It was an ease-of-access thing.

Nicolette did get tired of waiting for her girlfriend's return, however, and stood up with her hair still sopping wet. She growled again, shaking her head back and forth like a wet dog. Not that it would dry it any faster, it just helped with the discomfort. The top of her dress gained spots of water, her makeup under her mask got a little damp too, making her mascara smudge a little bit. She looked like a mess. She sat down on the closed toilet lid and kept waiting. 

Upon her return, with a towel over her arm, Jackie was rambling about something unintelligible before she noticed Nic's makeup. “Ohh, dear,” She cooed, walking over to Nicolette and crouching again, placing her hands on Nic's thighs. “I told you to stay.” She instructed again, this time sounding disappointed. 

She tutted, “You've gotten yourself all wet, sunshine.” 

[loudstrawberryblizzard]

Childhood memories of Madison "Maddie" Frost

Madison (or Maddie for short) was born in the wintertime in 2001. She is the daughter of Jack Frost with long snow white hair and blue eyes and

… in a relationship with Izumo Kamizuki (one of those 2 Naruto besties) since 2 and a half years 😊

And when Jack's mother Gwynne Frost (inspired by Chris Pine's mum Gwynne Gilford) heard Maddie’s laptop (or iPad) having an incoming video chat from her friends, she hoped her beautiful granddaughter didn’t mind if she answered it to let them know when Maddie will come back.

"Hey, Maddie, you there? Answer us?" one of her friends called out.

"Hmm? Oh, it’s you sweethearts. Madison’s not here but I’ll let you know when she’ll come back if you like." Gwynne said.

"She’s not? If she’s not here yet, then where has she gone to?" Sakura asked. Jack entered his daughter’s room and happily said "Maddie’s out of the house giving the kids some snow days right now! From Burgess to all the way to Los Angeles." "You’re Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians, Maddie’s dad?!" Sakura asked and couldn’t believe who she was seeing. "Sakura, didn’t you know? I’m a winter spirit and one of the guardians just like Maddie and decided to visit your village after a snow day I give some kids to." Jack proudly replied to the cute pinkette. "Is Naruto still scared of ghosts?" He teased in a cute way. Sakura said "Yep, Naruto’s still scared of ghosts."

"You’re Jack Frost, Maddie’s dad from Rise of the Guardians?!" Wilbur’s 19-year-old daughter Wimlah (you can call her Stocking if you want) asked in delight. She has long black hair, green eyes and her skin as pale as Sai. "You’re as really hot as my dad and he’s made all the girls he slept with became my stepmoms since he was around my age! 😊"

"I’m hot?!" Jack grinned and fanboyed at the question. "She said that I’m hot! And oh yeah, your dad and I are both all natural!"

"Please stop scaring the kids, Jack." Gwynne said. Jack brought in large, violet-navy coloured, heavy-looking album book "Would you like to see some childhood memories?" "Sure you can!" Her friends cheered. Jack went on the first page of the photo album and shared "I took this picture on your very first school day! Maddie never liked when I took pictures of her very much but Sakura, Ino, Hinata, Stocking and TenTen loved it!" The first photo of Maddie and the girls when they were 6-7. Jack moved on to the second photo "And one time we were on an annual family Christmas trip to Toronto and Vancouver in Canada 🇨🇦 which must be always the coldest country in the world most of the year." "Awesome!" Maddie’s friends Kotetsu, Yamato, Naruto, Kiba, Deidara, Sakura, Ino, Hinata, Shikamaru, Wimlah, Lee and TenTen and Maddie’s boyfriend Izumo cheered.

"I’ve also got a lot of baby photos from there! Sakura, you were here too, remember?!" Jack cheered happily. "What?!" The pinkette reacted in shock and embarrassment. "AAAAGHH!!!" "Aren’t you guys so cute or what?" Jack asked with a huge heartwarming smile for cuteness. "Oh man! Why did I have to pose for the camera?!" Sakura asked angrily in embarrassment. "Let us see some more!" The boys cheerfully demanded being prepared.

Jack moved on to the next photo turning the page "This is little baby Maddie!" A photo of baby Madison in her crib with shorter fluffy snow white hair and wore a purple and blue footed pyjamas and had a lavender pacifier with a small snowman plushie.

"SO CUTE!!!" Izumo and the other boys exclaimed cheerfully and happily. "Yeah, yeah!" Jack agreed with the boys happily. "And here little baby Maddie is sleeping!" Jack showed another photo of baby Maddie sleeping in her fluffy blue blanket in her crib. "AWWW! ❤️💕♥️" the boys reacted. Jack moved on to another baby photo "And here I bathed her and changed her diaper!" While the boys were fussing cheerfully and representing the cuteness. "He’s even worse than any of either of our parents!" TenTen said. "Which would be a total drag." Shikamaru added. "Yeah, we pity Maddie." Sakura agreed. "Agreed big time." Ino added. Then suddenly, before Jack could move on to some more photos, he felt the album book being snatched from his pale hands. "Hey!" "Stop that! Madison will freak out again!" His mother Gwynne scolded. "My first girlfriend gave birth to my girl for many painful hours so I damn well can show her pictures if I want to!" Jack replied to his mother getting angry. "Hands off my treasure, you young-looking old hag!" "You damn Amazon winter man!" His mother replied.

"To be continued." - Jemaine Clement as Nigel from Rio

[sexy-strings-of-fate]

’(´∆｀*)’ ’(´∆｀*)’ ’(´∆｀*)’ ’(´∆｀*)’ ’(´∆｀*)’’(´∆｀*)’’(´∆｀*)’’(´∆｀*)’’(´∆｀*)’’(´∆｀*)’ [LET'S OVER STIMULATE THIS BOI!!!]

For every ’(´∆｀*)’ I get, my muse will orgasm. ;3c

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Ren was still coming down from his last orgasm when he felt another one approach. Already? But the last two had something like fifteen minutes in between them! What was going on?

"W-wait!" He yelled, hoping whatever was doing this could hear him. "Slow dow- aaAAGHH~!"

Before he could even finish his words, another climax tore through him. Maybe it was because he was already sensitive from two previous orgasms, but this one felt stronger. He didn't have time to think about that before the sensation returned though, building to another crescendo much faster than the others. And yet another was right behind it, and another, and another. Each one stronger than the last.

Ren quickly lost count of how many times he'd cum, too overwhelmed to think straight. His eyes crossed, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he drooled all over himself, hips bucking and back arching lewdly. It was all too much.

"Aaawh~ No more!" He yelled. It finally felt like things had stopped, or at least slowed down. Which he definitely needed. He laid on his bed, limp and weak, with a pronounced wet spot between his legs. He'd never felt so exhausted in his life...

But he couldn't deny that he did enjoy it.

[ma3mae]

Chapter 4: Strange Beginnings

Author's note: AAAAGHH im BACK

so sorry for the long wait!! I often caught colds and i still have one and also had to do too much shit for my apprenticeship but AAA i finally did it 💕💕💕💕 i wanted to take it a bit slower with this fic and this chapter was like an opportunity for the both of them to finally meet each other properly. The ending got kinda rushed because i really wanted to finish this chapter tonight and im literally about to fall asleep 🥲 so hope you had fun and see you next time 💕💕♥️

Summary: Vi decided to accept your offer which leads to a lot of awkward interactions but hey the pizza gets eaten 👀

Warning: a lot of second hand embarassement?? and some swearing and more awkwardness. Have i told u how awkward it is?

Word count: idk like 5k something 🥲

Masterlist

Vi couldn't believe herself.

"What am I doing?" she mumbled under her breath. Her eyes were cast down onto the cold key in her palm.

Her hands were shaking due to the cold to a point where even she couldn't supress it.

Your hoodie and scarf were drapped over her shoulder. At the end, Vi couldn't bring herself to put it on.

She knew that you never had any bad intentions but a part of her wasn't able to just...

Trust this whole thing.

A stranger showing her such kindness was something she could never dream of experiencing in the Undercity.

The only act of kindness from a stranger she normally got is being able to live for another day if she did come across someone unknown.

And most importantly, you somehow knew her name.

That fact alone just screamed suspicious in her eyes.

Yet here she was.

Standing infront of the building's door.

The very building your apartment was in.

Vi didn't know for how long she had been outside but she definitely knew that she had to get inside sooner or later.

Her entire body was tensed up and slowly but surely she could feel the pain seeping into her body as the night grew colder.

Taking a deep breath, she took your key in her hand and began to raise it towards the lock.

"What the fuck?" she frowned at her hand, which couldn't stop shaking.

Was it due to the cold or the wrecking nerves, that kept thumping throughout her body?

Deep down she knew the reason for it but decided to shake it off and finally unlock this door because frankly, her body was hurting.

Not to mention that the exhaustion and hunger was starting to kick in really hard.

After a few times of trying and cursing under her breath, she finally managed to put in the right key into the lock.

Breathing in relief, she braced herself mentally and slowly twisted the key.

The slight creaking of the door echoed off the walls of the hallway, making her wince at that.

She really didn't expect it to be louder as she wanted it to be.

As quietly as possible, she made her way into the hallway while shutting the door behind her. Wincing at the shutting sound, she began to stealthily sneak into the building. Yet it proved to be a bit of a struggle due to her shivering body but she did somehow manage to make her way to your door.

Click

"WHAT THE-"

She quickly shut up as she got startled and nearly blinded by the sudden bright hallway lights, not wanting to wake you up with her sudden yelling.

After blinking for some time and letting her eyes adjust themselves to the light, she let out an annoyed huff.

She really needed to chill out for a bit.

< Getting scared by light? What the fuck, Violet?>

Ignoring her inner doubts, she continued to make her way.

Now she was standing infront of the real obstacle.

Your door.

She bit her lip as she gazed at your door. Uncertainty lingering in her eyes while she began to contemplate if this was truly a good idea.

For now she had to find some kind of shelter and she also desperately wanted to finally rest. That one nap from earlier really threw her off since it has been a while it had been so good  and with the combination of having been outside in cold temperatures for quite some time, just made the exhaustion crash onto her.

It didn't make it any easier that you were the only lead she had to get back home.

<Let's just go in. I've had worse >

She told herself as she inserted the key into the lock.

A last deep exhale was let out before she began to open the door, the light of the hallway seeping through the crack of the door.

She peeked her head through the door, not wanting to fully open it or else the light might wake you up if you happened to be in your living room.

And she for sure didn't want that.

As soon as the door was opened wide enough for her to slip through, she entered your apartment.

Closing the door behind her was an easier task this time since it didn't creak like the last door.

As expected, your entire apartment was dark. Only the moonlight illuminating the apartment as you had forgotten to pull down the blinders.

Well it was in the middle of the night but the only question was...

Where were you?

Tiptoeing her way further into your apartment while scanning it with her eyes in search for your figure.

She wasn't eager to meet you at this moment especially after that stunt from earlier and her general distrust towards everything.

She just wanted to know where you were so she wouldn't scare you like last time.

Peeking a glance at your kitchen, where you had been doing god knows what in Vi's eyes, everything seemed to have been cleaned up. There was no sign of whatever you had been doing earlier during her short "stay".

Continuing her search, her eyes caught sight of something lying on your dinner table.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she began to approach it.

It was something round with different looking things scattered across on it. Upon closer look, it were vegetables and some meat on it. The roundish edible looking thing seemed to have been wrapped around with a clear sheet of something.

Maybe so it wouldn't go bad??

Vi didn't know but her stomach was definitely hurting from hunger.

Growl

A growl rang through the room, making her curse underneath her breath. Eyes flickering around to see if you'd appear by any minute now.

Yet all she could hear was some slight shuffeling coming from your couch.

Narrowing her eyes at the direction of the sound yet also slowly making her way towards it.

As she neared the back seat of the couch with her head peeking over it, there she saw your sleeping form.

Breath hitching over as she realised that you could have woken up any minute if she hadn't been trying her best to stay quiet.

Yet a dreadful feeling came over her as she also realised that if you happened to wake up, she wouldn't have enough time to hide.

She didn't know what came over her. There was just something dreading about the fact that she still wouldn't know what to tell you and speak to you in general if you did happen to wake up out of nowhere.

She couldn't even voice out her doubt or distrust towards everything and you.

Letting her eyes linger at your sleeping form to make sure you were sleeping soundly, she couldn't help but notice the goosebumps on your bare legs and arms as you were only sleeping in shorts and a tank top. Not to mention that you seemed to be even slightky shivering. Also, your blanket seemed to have fallen off and was lying next to you on the floor.

Should she...?

No, she may not trust you but she for sure did not want you to end up catching a cold.

As quietly as possible, she began to make her way around the couch. While slowly bending down to grab your blanket, she kept her eyes trained on you.

< Please, don't wake up. >

She prayed as she picked up your blanket. Now she only had to cover you up.

She gently put the blanket over your body, making sure it would atleast cover you nicely.

Pulling the cover over your shoulders, she took one last look at your face. You were sleeping soundly, your face relaxed and your mouth slightly parted open. At a closer look, there were some crumbs at the corner of your mouth. Glancing at the table infront of the couch, there was a half empty bowl filled with chips lying on it. Vi had to surpress a groan at the sight of food because frankly ,the hunger was getting worse with each passing second.

She stood straight up as an idea popped up in her head.

Maybe she could?....

< Nonono, I'm not eating whatever's lying on that table.  I don't even know what's in it. >

Okay, now this was getting out of hand even for Vi herself.

There was no way that someone like you would poison your own food.

"Shit, I think I'm going crazy."  Vi told herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb. Closing her eyes in exasperation, she opened them and took yet another glance at the food that even looked like it was beginning to call her name if she took a longer look at it.

"Fuck."

Vi had enough.

The hunger was getting to her head and no way she was gonna endure this any longer.

With quick and quiet strides, she made her way towards your dinner table. She slowly put her hand onto the clear sheet, looking to find a way on how to rip it away.

Crinkle

Clicking her tounge as the lightest pull at it made a noise, she proceeded to gently lift the plate on one side.

Looking under it, she found the end of the clear sheet. She pinched it between her index finger and thumb. Not only that but there was also a small note attached at the bottom of the plate.

Lightly pulling at the sticky note, she raised it closer to get a better look at it.

Eyes going wide yet also softening at the same second as she let her gaze linger at your note.

There, you had drawn a heart with what looked like to be a small doodle of Vi on it.

< Well, someone's an artist. >

Huffing through her nose while letting a small smile slip onto her lips, she gently put the note onto table.

Yet a frown creeped up towards her lips as she began to realise that this was the meal  you had been making for her earlier and yet all she did was run away.

Next time, she'll definitely atleast thank you for having cooked for her even though she had done nothing but give you trouble.

Maybe you weren't so bad after all.

Turning her attention back onto the plate, she only had to lift the sheet without making too much noise.

A small sound of glee escaped her mouth as she successfully pulled it off of the roundish dish.

Then, she put the plate back onto the table while letting the sheet fall onto the floor. She'll just pick it up later but now her mouth was definitely beginning to water at the sight of the dish.

Licking her lips at the undeniably delicious sight, she was also happy to see that it had been cut up already.

Taking a slice of it, she first brought it closer to her nose, wanting to get to know this foreign dish through smell.

The fact that it had gotten cold some time ago didn't bother her at all.

Hell, to her it smelled like heaven.

Now it was finally time to taste it.

Taking a bite out of it felt like a sensory explosion on her tounge. She wasn't sure if it was due to her immense hunger or of eating it for the first time, yet she sure knew that was now added onto her list of favorite things to eat.

And that was something, considering she hadn't gotten the privilege of tasting foreign food nor has she ever been picky to begin with.

Vi couldn't help but slip out a quiet moan at the godly taste on her tounge. Before she had realised it, the slice in her hand was gone.

But who was she to stop at one slice?

Taking a seat at the table, she began to fully gobble down the food and enjoy it.

It had been ages since she had last tasted something so good. She wasn't sure if even Jericho's could hold up on that.

Yet she kept her eyes strained at the very couch you were sleeping in. Her gut feeling telling her that there might be a chance of you waking up.

Welp, she might as well enjoy her meal while she can.

Meanwhile....

There was you, lying awake since she had entered the building.

The shutting sound of the building's door had never been really quiet and it had startled you awake as you were nearly drifting off to sleep.

You did fall asleep earlier but your worries somehow made sure that you would atleast wake up once in a while.

And one of those moments happened to be as you heard the shutting sound of the door.

At first, you assumed that it must have been one of your neighbours coming back from where knows what.

You didn't really know everyone personally in this building after all.

Yet that assumption quickly got demolished as you heard a familiar voice ring through the hallway.

That made your eyes snap open in an instant.

Sitting straight up, you crawled to the end of the couch.

Straining your neck to take a peek into the hallway and to the door, you listened closely.

Faintly, you could hear footsteps getting closer to your door.

You weren't sure if your mind was beginning to play tricks on you.

There was no way, it could be her.

Then there was a familiar clinking and the sound of sliding your key into a lock.

FUCK, WHAT DO I DO

You didn't have enough time to hide and running away wasn't an option.

You weren't ready to see her at all.

So the only option you had was...

Please let the theater classes in my childhood be worth it.

Not even words could describe how hard it was to act asleep.

It felt like a lion's breath had been fawning over you neck as she put the blanket over your shivering body.

No, you weren't cold at all.

You were ready to jump out of your window if it meant escaping this situation because frankly, you were shitting your pants.

You had to strain your face extremely hard to look relaxed as much as possible.

Well apparently the theater classes payed odd because she did move away.

And here you were.

Lying on your couch and listening to her literally gobble down onto the pizza you made for her.

No fucking way

You couldn't believe it.

She actually came back.

You almost wanted to laugh if it weren't for you being scared shitless.

From the sounds of it, she seemed to be enjoying the pizza as she would sometimes even let a satisfied groan slip out of her mouth.

It almost made you feel bad for her, remembering that it must have been a while since she had gotten to taste anything decent.

Judging from her outfit, she seemed to have been staying in Stillwater which meant shitty inmates, abusive enforcers and horrible living circumstances and most of all...

Solitary confinement.

Yet at the same time, your anxiety was getting the best of you as the thought of having to talk to her again seemed more than a challenge.

Deep breaths.

Just take deep breaths.

Maybe while she's distracted...

I could take a peek?

No.

Your mind was screaming no but you had to make sure if it was really her.

( and your inner desire of wanting to see her not looking at you like a lion watching it's prey.)

Lifting your head in a slow motion like movement, you peeked over the backseat of the couch.

Oh.

Oh.

You were so dead meat.

You could already imagine yourself shaking hands with the grim reaper as you locked eyes with her.

All you could do was blink at her.

Raised eyebrows and wide eyes were all you got as she swallowed her last bite of the final slice.

Nope, I'm not doing this.

You lied back down and closed your eyes, wishing for this to be nothing but a mere dream.

< Wh-? >

Eyes darting across the room only to slightly narrow themselves at the couch.

Vi didn't know what to do.

Should she just blatantly approach you about everything?

She still wasn't ready to talk to you and she could sense that the feeling was mutual.

Yet it did confuse her for a bit. First you were kind and seemed approachable and now you were trying to hide the fact that the both of you had locked eyes with each other.

Not to mention, you did look like a deer caught in headlights.

That almost made Vi slip out a chuckle.

Almost.

But sooner or later, the both of you would talk to each other anyway.

So this time, Vi decided to make the first step.

Literally.

You heard the slight screeching sound of the chair being dragged across the floor.

Slowly but surely, light yet firm footsteps began to near themselves to your couch.

Only to stop at the foot of it.

Then you heard a thump.

Squinting an eye open, you saw her having taken a seat on your arm chair.

And she was still looking at you.

Startled, you pull the cover over your eyes, shielding you from her sight.

At the back of your mind, you could see yourself slamming your head against a wall while drowning in second hand embarassement.

You were pretty sure that your actions were giving off major "Please don't talk to me" vibes because you. just. weren't. ready.

Apparently she was because you could hear a short huff coming off from her direction and her clearing her throat.

"Uhm..."

You flinched at that.

WHAT IS SHE ABOUT TO SAY OHMYGOD A A AA

Your grip was squeezing the covers over your head and fearing for whatever she might say, even if you understood none of it.

< Wow. >

Okay, Vi had to definitely switch her tactics to somehow get you to even look at her.

Her discomfort growing as the lingering guilt began to increase, thinking that it must be her fault for your frightened state.

To get you to talk to her, she had to first calm you down and hoping to somehow convey her words to you despite the language barrier.

It's okay.

She's done this before.

First she had to calm herself down because if she's not coming off as calm then you defnitely won't be coming out of the cover any sooner.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

A brief image of a crying Powder hiding under the covers flashed in Vi's mind and hearing her whimpering voice beg for her big sister to fight off the monsters under her bed.

That very image getting replaced with your hidden figure as she opened her eyes to look at you.

Leaning forward with her hands put together and elbows propped up onto her knees, she spoke with a soft voice.

"Hey... It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you. You can keep hiding if you want to but I promise that... I won't be doing anything to you."

Her hands fiddling with her bandages, she now only to hope that it would work on you.

Your ears perked up at the sound of her soothing voice, the grip on the cover lessening.

Judging from the tone of her voice, she didn't mean any harm and it did pique your curiousity, since it was the first time that she had spoken to you in such a light tone and in a non hostile way. 

Slowly letting the covers slide off of your face, you took a peek at her.

Seeing you finally decide to come out of your "hiding spot", she gave you a loopsided smirk.

"Thought I'd never see you."

Uhhh??

You scrunched your eyebrows at that, not knowing how to understand her smirk.

Was she making fun of you??

You didn't know.

Yet she seemed to be expecting some kind of reaction for you and you didn't want to keep her waiting, so the first thing your brain opted to do was to make you give her a small wave.

"H-Hi??", you managed to slip past your lips, your voice slightly shaking as the fear was still settled deep in your bones.

Vi took notice of the slight shaking and tried to think of a way to keep you grounded.

So she decided to kinda amuse you by introdrucing herself even though you somehow know her name already.

"I'm Vi and you?"

Well, her plan backfired as she saw your eyes widen and your eyes beginning to shift around the room in hopes of avoiding her gaze while confusion seeped through your bones.

SHE KNOWS THAT I KNOW HER NAME SO WHY TF IS SHE SAYING IT???

Was all you could think as you saw her inhale deeply and let out a sigh at your reaction.

If it weren't for your fear then you would have felt a bit offended by it because it seemed as if it was a sigh out of annoyance or even exasperation???

Yet Vi decided to stay true to her plan to atleast get you to talk to her.

"Sssh, sssh, hey it's okay. I only wanna talk to you. I won't be doing anything to you. "  she told you while motioning with her hands at you to calm down.

Finally stopping to look anywhere else but her, you anxiously shifted your eyes towards her.

Precisely, you were looking between her eyebrows so you wouldn't have to look at her directly but she'd think you were.

A trick you had learned from your grandma as a child if you couldn't look someone in the eyes.

Seeing that you were looking at her again, she pointed yet again at herself and said "The name's Vi." , then she pointed towards you.

"And you?"

You realise that she was asking for your name and luckily, you somehow manage to stutter it out.

"I-I'm Y/N" you said while copying her movement and pointing to yourself.

Vi nodded at that.

"Well, nice to meet ya again. Properly this time. " she adds as she shortly remembers your last encounter.

Then, she extends her hand towards you.

Your eyes slightly widening in surprise, not having expected her to get so friendly towards you at all.

Vi had to supress a scoff at that. She could understand where your fear was coming from but she couldn't deny it either that she was growing impatient.

Here she was, trying to get you to calm down but you weren't really making this easy for her and frankly, she was in a clinch.

So she might as well introduce herself since she doesn't know for how long she'll be stuck here anyway.

Seeing the clear hesitation in your eyes to take her hand, she let out a sigh and began to pull it back.

"Wait!"

Vi halted her movement, gazing at you with expectant eyes.

Chewing the inside of your mouth, you slowly slipped the cover off of your body and began to crawl towards the end of the couch.

Shit, this was really intimidating to you since her steel blue eyes kept watching your every move.

The moonlight shining through the window giving them a dangerous glint.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hesitantly slid your hand into hers.

Your breath hitched as you felt her calloused skin against yours.

Vi did the same but only subtle. Your hand seemed so delicate in hers. Soft skin free of harsh straining.

It also dawned on her how long it has been since she had touched someone without the intention of beating them up.

The last time was...

Before it happened.

You slowly shifted your eyes upward towards her face, only for the both of you to lock eyes once again.

The whole situation was unbelievable for the both of you.

Your mind had a lot of trouble actually understanding that this was truly Vi herself.

In her very flesh and blood.

And right now, the both of you were shaking hands with each other.

Is this how it felt like to shake hands with the grim reaper?

Because you for sure would believe it if you'd be dead right now and this was one of your weird wishes getting granted.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt her giving your hand a squeeze.

Giving you playful wink, which only made you rapidly blink at her and your cheeks getting a bit warm, she loosened her grip on your hand and lastly, pulled her hand back to herself.

Silence began to fill the room as she was now waiting for you to say something.

You had begun to  fiddle with the end of your shirt in your hands after she had pulled her hand away, your eyes looking at everything but her and the thumping in your heart not ceasing.

You were still scared of her yet you couldn't deny the fact that she was more than simply "good looking" in your eyes and that her wink had made you feel more than flustered.

But you also knew that you couldn't keep her waiting for too long especially after she had made the first move.

Managing to gather some courage, you opened your mouth.

"Uhm-"

Yet before you could say something, you heard her let out a loud yawn.

Your head snapped up at her, the sudden loud yawn scaring you for a second before seeing that it came from her.

Vi apologetically held her hand up as she covered her mouth with her other hand, trying to stifle up her  yawn.

The exhaustion coming back stronger than before as the only kind of sleep she had gotten, was the nap from many hours earlier.

This was it.

Your chance to escape this awkwars situation.

"UHm, you're tired, right?"  You exclaimed a bit too loudly for your liking, even surprising her but you continued to gesture your words towards her by putting your hands together and onto your cheek while leaning it onto the back of your hand.

Luckily, Vi got the gist of what you meant and nodded at you.

You put up your palm infront of you.

"Wait here."

Before Vi could even ask about what you had just said, you had already gotten up and went to your room.

Vi only blinked at that but decided to play along and wait.

Well, she just hoped that you wouldn't take too long with whatever you were planning to do or else she would just get up and see what you're up to.

Right now you were going through your wardrobe in hopes of finding something for her to sleep in.

Did it seem like you had been waiting for a chance to escape come by?

Yes, it did because you were definitely doing that.

But were the both of you clearly too tired to even hold a proper conversation (if you could even call it that)?

Yes, you were.

So you decided to help the both of you by deciding that it was now the perfect time to sleep.

Because you really didn't see this conversation going well and you didn't want to risk her getting all grumpy.

"Okay, this should be good." You breathed out as you took the two pieces of clothing out of the wardrobe, a spare blanket and closed it.

You also decided to give her your own pillow since it was a bit more comfortable than your spare pillow since it was worn out and flat.

Well, you had been pkanning to get a new one anyway.

"When" would be another question though.

Hearing the door close behind her, Vi peeked her head out to look behind the arm chair, only to see you holding various items in your hands.

Specifically things to sleep with.

Vi could only raise an eyebrow at that as you went back to the couch.

Without any words, you put the stuff onto the couch and went to the table infront of it.

Pulling it at it to put it a bit away from your couch, you went back and pulled at a tiny rope sticking out in middle of the couch's footing.

"What the fuck?" Vi couldn't help this one as she just saw you somehow pull out a part of the couch out of the couch???

You weren't ignoring her exclaim yet didn't know how or even what to reply it to it so you opted by giving her a quick sheepish smile as you continued to prop up a makeshift bed for her.

After having properly fluffed out the pillow and the blanket, you handed her your clothes.

More like quickly put them into her lap and before she could even react, you told her:

"Uhm... I'm gonna go sleep."

You said in a hushed voice as you pointed towards yourself, your room and tilted your head while letting out fake snores.

"Wait, I still want to-"

You didn't let her finish as you immediately had made your way towards your room as soon as your own words had left your mouth.

Quickly closing the door behind you and jumping into your bed, you wanted nothing but to get some peace after that whole experience and you really didn't want to be held awake.

You had a feeling that she had wanted to ask you something but it was literally in the middle of the night and the person who needed sleep the most wasn't you but Vi.

And there was no way you were gonna let her force herself to stay awake because atleast here, maybe she could sleep in peace without any disturbance.

Vi continued to sit there for a few minutes, needing to let it sink in what had just happened.

She felt frustrated.

She wanted answers and she had finally gotten you to talk to her but she just had to let it slip out and make you see how tired she was.

Vi wasn't dumb. She knew that the situation put you in an uncomfortable position and you had seen her yawn as an opportunity to escape.

But she also knew that she had to rest sooner or later and she was also feeling a bit guilty for keeping you awake.

Letting out a sigh, she looked at the clothes you had put on her lap.

Taking one of the two clothings in her hands, she held it up infront of her.

It was a simple dark blue shirt with a fish on it.

The second clothing were comfortable looking black shorts.

Vi didn't see it as necessary to change into some kind of extra clothing to sleep in.

Yet her prison outfit has been on her for a long time and frankly, it wasn't the most comfortable thing to be in.

Well, her pants were but not the shirt and it had been a while since she had gottsn the chance to put on some new fresh clothing.

So she decided to change her clothes.

She let her previous clothing fall onto the floor, not bothering to pick them up.

The clothes you had given to her fitted her perfectly.  The shirt was a bit on the baggy side but the fabric itself felt soft.

Slipping under the cover you had given to her, it felt as if she was lying down onto the cloud.

The exhaustion slapping her across her face as she let out a satisfied groan.

"Fuck, how is it so soft." She asked outloud into the pillow.

She knew that forcing herself awake wouldn't be giving her any answers sooner so she bad decided to try it again in the morning when the both of you would be awake enough to have plenty of nerves to deal with each other.

You on the other hand, were hoping that the interaction between the both of you won't be as awkward as tonight but honestly your gut feeling was telling you otherwise.

Both of youl let out a sigh as you snuggled deeper into your pillows

Only one question ringing through your heads as you closed your eyes:

How will tomorrow go?

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[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Robert's Fear warning clowns.

It was a quiet autumn afternoon, the air was a bit chilly, the leaves are starting to change, and the air was crisp.

Luka and Amanda were sitting at the picnic table carving pumpkins for Halloween.

Amanda: And there. All done. (shows Luka) Waddya think, pop?

Luka: Lookin' good. Mine all done. (Shows her)

Amanda: Awesome. Nice work, Popsicle. I'm really looking forward to-- ... O-Oh... Oh, my god. Dad...

Luka looks at her with a worried expression, Amanda looks back with look of pure horror on her face, hold up her hands that was covered into pumpkins guts.

Amanda: PUMPKIN GUTS!!! (Holds up pumpkin seeds and guts)

Luka: AAAAGHH!!! PUMPKIN KILLER!!! STAY AWAY!!! (runs off as Amanda began to change after him)

Kodama jumps up and runs after them barking.

Meanwhile, Robert and Mary were walking pass Brian's house, he stepped on switch and an evil clown prop popped out right next to him.

Clown: EEEEEHHHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Robert: AHG!!! AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

The screaming was could be hread from behind Luka’s house, the stopped and listening. Amanda blink and looks at Luka with a real scared look on her face.

Amanda: Who's screaming??

Luka: I don't know. I'll go check. Stay here with the dog.

Amanda nods, as Luka runs out of the back yard too look.

Meanwhile Mary was looking at Robert, who was on ground, starring terrifyingly at the evil clown decoration.

Mechanical Clown: Hehehe. Trick-or-treating... Ehhehehe Hehehehe Hahaha.

Robert: S-STAY AWAY, YOU SMILIN' SON OF BITCH!!

Mary: Robert, calm your tits. It's a stupid decoration.

Robert: THAT THING WILL EAT YOUR SOUL, MARY!!!

Mary: Oh, for crying out loud. It's not real. Look.(slaps the prop)

Brain opens up the door, to see what was all commotion was about when saw Mary slapping the clower, and runs over.

Brain: Hey, hey! Don't tough it like that!!

Mary: Alright, alight, big guy. My bad.

Robert was getting his feet panting heavily, hand over his heart.

Robert: Jesus, Brian, clowns!? Seriously!? What kind of sadistic individual likes clowns?!

Brian: ... I... Like clowns.

Robert: Then you, sir, are insane!!

Luka: (runs over) Hey! I heard someone screaming! What happened!?

Robert turned too look at him.

Robert: I-I'M FINE!!! Nothing's wrong! I-I ... Gotta walk Betsy! I'm spending the night at your house! No butts!

Before Luka can say anything Robert Power walk to his house his face beat red.

Luka stood there, absolutely confused. Return to Mary and Brian to ask what just happened, The notice Brian's house completely covered with Halloween decorations, jack-o'-lanterns and creepy clowns covered his whole lawn.

Luka: ... Um... Wow. That's terrifying.

Brian: Hahaha. Yep! (smiles proudly) Going all out this year.

Mary: I like it. I give you props, Brian. You manage to scare Robert.

Luka: Oh. So Robert was the one screaming.

Mary: Hahahaha. Yep, it was funny. (starts laughing hysterically) He hunts ghost and monster, and yet funny colorful clowns scare him. Haha.

Luka: Mary. (crosses his arms) It's not funny mocking someone's fear. You're scared of heights.

Mary: Yeah, doesn't mean I make fun of myself for that.

Luka: ... Fairpoint.

Later on Robert sitting on the couch, watching a ghost show with Amanda.

Luka was in his Studio working.

Amanda: Commercial break. Snacktime.

Robert: Snacktime is the best time.

Amanda: Sure is. We got popcorn.

Robert: buttered?

Amanda: Only the best.

Robert: Heheh. That's my girl.

Amanda stands up and goes to the kitchen. Luka walked out the studio, so that the curtains in the living room were drew back.

Luka walked over to them and was about to open them, when Robert jumped to his feet.

Robert: No! Do not open those!

Luka: (gives him a puzzled look) Why?

Robert: There's no reason to open 'em.

Luka: Well, my plants need the sunlight, and it too dark in here, so--

Before Robert could get a word in Luka Open the curtains, ooked out the window, and saw Brian's house.

The whole place was covered in creepy evil circus clowns.

Luka: Geez, Brian is really going over bored with those clowns, huh, Robert? ... Robert?

Luka turns to Luka at him, but he was no longer standing next standing in the hallway, shaky

Luka stood there confuse on where Robert had gone and suddenly remembered Robert's fear of clowns.

Luka: Oh, boy. (Close the curtains) S-Sorry. I-I kind of forgot.

Robert: (pokes his head out from the hallway) Do. Not. Open. Those. Curtains. Ever.

Amanda: (pops up behind him) Popcone's done.

Robert: AAAHHH!!! (jumps) THEY'LL EAT MY SOUL!!!

Amanda: ... What?

Robert: N-Nothing.

Luka: Robert's a little freaked of the clowns cross the street.

Robert: LUKA!!

Amanda: Oh. Okay.

Robert: I-I'm not scared of them!

Amanda: Robert, it's cool. My Best friend Emma P hate clowns.

Luka: And your Daddy used terrified of them as well.

Amanda: Oh, yeah.

Robert blinks and looks at Luka.

Robert: W-Wait. Alex the bone crusher, your husband who is a heavyweight champion was scared of clowns??

Luka: Oh, yeah. He... was never a fan of them. I remember one time when we were started dating around Halloween. Alex was trying to impress me by going into a haunted house. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wanted to go to prove he was big strong and tough was to me. So went in, a clown jump out scared the the living crap of Alex and he fainted.

Amanda: Oh, yeah. Daddy told me that story all the time around Halloween. Heh.

Luka and Amanda laughed, Robert looks at them, but then slowly started to calm down and felt more relaxed, and Luka headed into the kitchen to make everyone tea, and came back with small tray with three mugs of hot tea, while Amanda and Robert were talking.

Amanda: Yep. Totally hate spiders. Can't watch The Return Of The King or Read Harry Potter and Chamber Of Secrets with out freaking out. (takes a sip of her tea)

Luka: And I hate snakes and I'm scared of the dark.

Witch is why I sleep with the bathroom lights on every night.

Robert: ... (takes a sip of his tea) When I was about 6 years old, I want to this kids birthday party, don't remember the kids name, but there was ... Guy dressed up as a clown, Frankie Smiles... God... Even say his name gives me chills. I need to go to the bathroom, so I went off my own trying find one, couldn't Turned around to ask someone when ... Frankie jumped out from in front of my, smiling that creepy ass clown smile and said: 'Hello there little boy, you wanna balloon?'

... I literally wet myself , and started screaming and crying my mom and dad. (Face turns bright with embarrassment) That... was pretty traumatizing.

Luka: Awww, Robert.

Amanda: (puts her cup of tea and hugs Robert) I couldn't imagine how scared you were.

Robert: (put an arm around her and kissed her on the of the head) Thanks, sweetheart.

Amanda: When I was 7 years One of my school bullies dump the shoe box of spiders me.

Robert: What!?

Luka: Yeah, it's true. We got a call from the principal, Alex and I showed up, Amanda was there already in tears, and Alex and I were livid, and of course the kid's parents said they're son did nothing. Tried to blame Amanda and say she was being the bully. The other kid's dad after called terrified our 7 year old daughter a wussy for being scarred over ‘few little spiders’. Alex was about to fistfight the jerk.

Robert: ... Hey, I would've kick the fuckers ass too.

Luka smiles at him. Robert smiles back.

Robert: Heh, hey thanks for not makin' fun of me, and talkin' about has been kinda therapeutic.

Amanda: Of course. There's no judgment here. We all have fears.

Robert smiles at Amanda and pulls into a hug and kisses the top of her head.

It was getting late, Amanda said good night and headed off to bed, while Robert and Luka washing the dishes.

Robert: Hey, thanks for being ya know, cool with my fears.

Luka: No problem.

Robert: I’ve alwyas been told that real men don’t have fears and well, you’re a pussy for bein’ scared. My dad literally told me to man the fuck up, when he found me cryin’. Tellin’ a 7 year old boy to man the fuck, goddamn.

Luka didn’t say anything, just nods, and sighs.

Luka: Yeah... My dad was the same way too.

Robert looks at him, As they were getting the last dishes done, they hread something Tapping.

Luka: The hell is that?

Robert looked up facing the window and saw a red noise white face peering into the window.

Both Robert and Luka jump back hugged each other.

Robert: AAAHHHGGH!!

Luka: A-AAHHH!!!

Brian: Bhahaha!!! Got ya both. (pulls off the The clown mask) Ah, priceless. Well, have a lovely night, you two. (walks away, still laughing)

Luka: ... What... an asshole.

Robert: ... No shit.

[frostyiceberg]

(Newt Scamander x Reader) The Case’s Secret [SMUT]

Title : The Case’s Secret

Request : Yes - anonymous -  I luv your blog and your writing so much !!! Anyway i was wondering if i could request a smutty newt scamander imagine of maybe the reader walking in on newt’s “private time” with himself 👀 if you get my meaning and its just super awkward and funny (hopefully you understand) please and thank you!

Smut : HELL YEAH

Word Count : 1,459

Summary : You caught newt masturbating

A/N : one request down, still more to go! for those of you who requested, please be patient because i choose the request on my will, not according to the list. Because i dont want to be forced to write something when i dont have the inspiration for it. And also, requests are still open! Enjoy this one!

Sequel : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/155435491004/newt-scamander-x-reader-spicy-vanilla-smut

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There are grunting sounds coming from Newt’s case.

It had been a rough day for both of you and Newt, as the Niffler had escaped again. You and him was planning to visit Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore himself invited Newt personally after his success on publishing the book. You and Newt wanted to grab some things in the Diagon alley until the little thief escaped.

The two of you chased it through Diagon alley, almost losing it before you lured the Niffler with the sapphire necklace Newt gave you.

Newt was almost hysterical when you did, but he was thankful when you swiftly caught the Niffler and turned it upside down, emptying the little bugger’s pocket. People were a bit angry when they found out the Niffler took their missing stuffs, but you managed to calm them down before Newt got swallowed by the anger of those wizards.

You were going to grab some dinner, but you lost your sack of money and Newt’s was stolen by the Niffler. It’d be impossible to take it from the creature, so you decided to head back to Newt’s old house.

The house was passed down from his parents’, and Theseus, his brother, also got one, but bigger and grander. His brother has always been everyone’s favorite. But it didn’t discourage him, since the house is very cozy.

As you had expected, the house is fairly dirty, with lots of Newt’s books everywhere. He used to keep his most of his beasts in this house, but then he moved them into the magic suitcase. Casting the spell, a wind swept through the house, taking the dust in its way.

Both of you sighed in delight, and he set down his case in the middle of the room, in front of the unlit fireplace and amidst the couch. He stepped into the case, and disappearead without any sound. You shook your head. He always puts his creature before himself.

You decided to cook dinner, using vegetables overgrowing in his small garden. ‘Didn’t know Newt loved to plant too,’ you thought to yourself, swinging your wand to the selected crops. ‘Probably to feed his beasts,’ you think again. The crops floated in the air, following you to the kitchen.

You made an onion stew, something to warm the two of you up after the long day. You used magic with everything to cook, something you don’t usually do. Once the stew was ready, you let it be in the pot, with low heat, so it would be warm when you and Newt are ready to eat.

That’s when you approached his case and hear those grunting sounds.

“Newt?” you call out. You’re replied with some more grunting and panting sound, also a whimper of your name.

It sounds like he’s in pain, so you immediately jump into the case, landing with a loud thud. The room is not the usual Newt’s workplace; it’s a dimly lit room with soft looking sofa in the corner of the room, a coffee table in the middle, and other homely furniture.

The grunting abruptly stops, and you’re eye to eye with a shocked Newt, sitting on the couch, holding his manhood in hand.

He shoves his penis into his pants, and then straightens his shirt and his trousers, trying to look decent despite him being caught red handed.

“[N-Name], I swear I can explain this,” he stutters nervously, his hands wiping onto his trousers.

“I, uh… I don’t really know what to say…”

“I-I’m so sorry…”

“No Newt, you’re not wrong, I, um, I’ll leave you to it if you want…?”

“N-No, it’s okay, I’m sorry about this…”

“Well… Do you want me to help you?” you offer him, shyly taking steps towards the sweating man. You raise your hand and wipe his sweat, and kiss him on the cheek. “Only if you want to though,” you add with another kiss.

“It would be my pleasure, b-but, are you sure?”

You answer him by kneeling in front of him and pull down the zipper of his trousers. His breath hitches on his throat when you put a finger on the wet part of his underwear. You rub the spot teasingly, trying to see the expression Newt makes when you do so.

“[N-Name]… Please… I-I need you…” he begs.

“Is it what you want baby?

“Y-Yes… Please…”

You happily oblige his pleas and pull down his underwear in one quick motion, making his cock springs free. He hisses when his cock meets the cold air, the sudden temperature taking him by surprise.

Your… Sexy time with Newt has never been in this situation before. It will always be him, giving you, and it’s always vanilla. He never demands anything from you, even though you tend to ask or offer him the pleasure he deserves. And this time is your rare chance.

“Ooh… [Name]…”

You wrap your fingers around the shaft, while your thumb makes a circular motion on the tip, spreading the precum on the already slick head. You mercilessly pump his manhood in a slow pace, and he groans in frustration.

“Aaaaghh, [Name], please, please…”

If you didn’t have a heart for this man, you wouldn’t stop being this slow. Heck, you wouldn’t even give him the treatment. But this is Newt Scamander, and you would do anything to make him happy.

You pick up the pumping pace with your hand as you lick the tip of his cock, swiftly enveloping the head with your mouth. You hollow your cheeks, sucking the head before slowly releasing your finger and take him deeper.

He moans loudly when you do so, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him gripping the handrest of the sofa powerfully that it turns his knuckle white.

Not wanting him to hurt himself, you take his cock out of your mouth. He immediately looks at you, face full with confusion. You take both of his hands, kisses both of them, and place it on both sides of your head.

“Don’t hold it by yourself Newt,” you say, looking up to him.

“B-But… I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.”

Before he can object to anything, you take his cock into your mouth again, this time sucking harder than before. He arches his head back, letting out a scream of your name. His hands on the side of your head remain frozen, until you start bobbing your head.

He loses control slowly, then all at once. The next thing you know is tears little by little coming out of your eyes as you try to maintain the fast pace. Newt is grunting and groaning as the tension builds up in his cock.

“I-I’m coming, a-aah!!”

Hot semen spurts into your mouth, and you cough, choking on it. But then, you swallow some that remains in your mouth. Newt, after regaining his senses, looks horrified. The sight of you all sweaty and dirty with his cum makes his cock slowly rise again, but he tries to hide it.

“O-Oh Merlin, what have I done? [Name], are you alright?”

You wipe your mouth and the spilled semen with your shirt, and you can hollowly feel the salty taste still remains in your mouth.

“Yes, Newt, I am alright. How about you? Did you enjoy it?”

“I-I do, but good God you’re crying! Did I hurt you?”

“No Newt, it’s fine really! I’m okay, see?”

You lift yourself and sit beside him, swiping his messy, sweaty hair and kiss his forehead.

“You don’t need to apologize, sweetheart. You deserve every single good thing in this world.”

“But…”

“No buts. Now… How did you conjure this room? I didn’t know you have this in your case!”

“W-Well… It was meant to be a room to relax for myself… But I may have misused it…”

“Hmm… You naughty boy.”

“O-Oh, but I am your naughty boy…”

You pinch him on the cheeks, kissing him on the lips after doing so.

“Now… Do you want to continue…?”

“I’d love to… But… I think I smell something burning…”

You lift your head from his face, sniffing into the air. And as Newt said, there really is something burning.

“Oh no!! My stew!! Sorry baby, we have to do this later. Come up when you’re ready for dinner, alright?” you say before frantically climbing up out of the case.

Newt, on the other hand, still sweaty and tired, smiles to himself as he sees you disappear from his sight. He will definitely repay you tonight, taking a ‘dessert’ for his own after eating the dinner you make.

“Newt? Come on up! Let’s eat!”

And he will definitely hear his name being screamed later.

[private-thought-dump-blog]

AAAAGHH OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL HER???

Not really rational but meh. My friend (let’s call her A) blocked me on WhatsApp. You know why? BECAUSE OTHER PEOPLE TOLD HER TO KISS A GUY SHE WANTS TO KISS AND PROBABLY WONT SEE AGAIN.

But oh, that’s not all :). She told a friend that doesn’t even know what the conversation (because it was a conversation, not an argument) was about, that we (that ‘we’ including me and other people that hadn’t even read the messages) had forced her to do something she didn’t want to. And then the guy starts talking to me and another friend (let’s call her B) about bullying and that when someone says Stop, you’ve gotta stop. So, we re-read our conversation with her. The thing is, she never asked us to stop. The only thing she said was “well, let’s talk about something else” and kept talking about the same thing.

Also, for the matter, this dude talking about bullying doesn’t even know us. He doesn’t know what we were talking about and doesn’t know that I wasn’t involved in it. I don’t blame him. Friend A always blames me about stuff I don’t have anything to do with, like when she was sick for a while and couldn’t go to school and she had a lot of homework to do and suddenly it was my fault??? I didn’t make you sick, girl, get your shit together.

I am SO mad right now. I am fed up with her and we can’t even talk like civilized people because she is throwing a tantrum. After she unblocks me, she is gonna be like “everything is fine, I forgive you” but nope, everything is NOT fine. You always ignore us and I’m tired, we were supposed to be best friends, weren’t we? Lately, I’ve been glad that she doesn’t come to school, it’s a lot of pressure taken from me. I feel bad saying that, I really do. But our friendship is not working, I try to make it work but I can’t do it alone and I don’t want to lose a friend. I’m not the social type and he has always been a really good friend. And she is a good person too, but since she started talking to some guys she’s been different. Different is not always bad, I know that, but in this case... I can’t say I like it. I’m sad, I’m tired, I’m crying, I’m leaving this here. Thanks for reading if you managed to get to this point. I don’t think anyone will read it. Better if they don’t. He he. Bye