#got an ask that i wanted to answer with a short snippet and. oh my goddddd

[razzle-zazzle]

okay actually how the hell could cartman stand to write his whole story in rhyme, this is hard as fuck 😭

[a-whisper-in-the-forest]

Happy

Villain stumbles through a dark alley. They had barely escaped the police after their fight with Hero. Their ankle hurts. They probably sprained it during the fight. A few of their ribs hurt. Not broken, but certainly bruised. It's a relief that they don't have any deep wounds, but it's still going to be a painful night. There is not much they can do except sleep the injuries off. Damn it. They should've seen the Hero sooner. They might have saved themselves a few bruises.

All of a sudden they hear a sound behind them. They stop in their tracks. If it's one of those annoying ass reporters they're going to throw hands. Why now? Villain hates talking to reporters. They just want to go home. “Don't think I didn't hear you.” Villain says loudly, making sure whoever is behind them can hear them. “I'll give you 10 seconds to run.”

When they don't hear movement they turn around. Even then the stranger doesn't make a move. Villain sighs. If the reporter fainted, they're going to leave them to the rats.

They carefully walk forward to the dumpster the stranger is hiding behind. They peek behind it, expecting a scared reporter.

Only to find a child, maybe ten years old. “What the-?” Villain starts to say but gets interrupted by the child. “Canyoupleasesignmydrawing?” It comes out quickly and very high pitched. “Sorry?” The Villain answers taken aback by the sudden request. The Child takes a deep breath and asks again, now slower. “Can you please sign my drawing?” The Villain blinks a few times trying to process what the Child just said. Never, and they mean never, has someone asked Villain to sign anything. Let alone a child. Signing things was usually the Hero's job, and making fun of it the Villain's. There was so much they wanted to ask but the only word that came out was: “Why?”

“Because I think you're cool. And you helped my sibling.” Now that confused Villain even more.

“I think you have the wrong person. Hero went the other way, kid.” Villain says pointing to the direction Hero ran to. “You're Villain, right?”

“Yes…”

“Then you're the right person.” The Child says offering their drawing and pen again. “I don't know who saved your sibling, but I can assure you, it wasn't me.” This kid knows what a villain is, right?

“No, no. You did,” The child said confidently. “You're the one. I saw your mask on the kitchen table.”

Okay, now Villain is absolutly confused. And a little freaked out. Where did they put their mask on a kitchen table?

“You helped them stop the bleeding! Sibling never let's me in the living room when they come home late, but I know they're always hurt. And you helped them, I am sure!”

Then it hit Villain. Two weeks ago Hero and Villain got into a really bad fight. Villain got a few bad cuts and bruises but Hero was seriously hurt. Against better judgement, Villain went to Hero's house to stitch their nemesis up. They had never noticed the child lurking from the kitchen.

“I think I understand now…” Villain starts slowly. “Yes, I helped your sibling. But we will fight more with each other then we help each other.”

“Oh…” the child's face drops in dissapointment. “They seemed so happy and relaxed when you left.” And Villain was back to confused. “Happy? After I left?” Why would their nemesis be happy after they helped them. “Yes, I haven't seen them like that in months,” The Child answers, a sliver of hope making it back onto the their face. “I was actually going to ask you to come have dinner with us, but if you don't want too that's fine.”

“No, It's alright. I'll come.” Villain had to figure out why their Hero was happy when they left.

Next part

Hi! It's a short one today, but hopefully still enjoyable. (And apperantly i have a thing with naming my snippets with emotions)

My requests are open if you want to ask for a snippet or something else!

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Once in a Blue Honeymoon

They're back for a little bit of honeymoon fluff. My plan is to post shorter snippets/blurbs for the dynamic duo more often.

@pattiemac1 @penstxgal1968

Here is the last chapter-

https://www.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/734512735549849600/at-last-never-ever-have-i-the-wedding-chapter?source=share

December 8th - Fairmont Hotel - Presidential Suite

“Evie, wake up,” Sidney purred as he reached for his phone to turn off his alarm. She glanced at the time and groaned.

“Beso,” she whined, “What time is it?

“Who?” he asked as he pulled her to his body.

“What do you mean?” she instinctively wiggled against him.

“What���s my name?” he kissed her neck.

“Beso?” she asked in confusion. A hangover fog surrounded her brain and made thinking difficult.

“Sorry, I mean what’s my title?” his hand slid under the short nightgown she wore.

“Oh, you mean husband?” she gasped as his thumb grazed her nipple, “What time is it my handsome husband?”

“Much better, my wonderful wife,” he smiled as his hand explored her body, “It’s time to consummate our marriage.”

“Didn’t we do that last night before the reception?” she purred, She was certainly not opposed to the idea of a second round of consummation in theory, but her body was calling for more sleep

“Mon Etoile,” he murmured as he positioned himself on top of her and began kissing down her torso, “That was not consummation of our marriage or our love. That was the release of three weeks of pent up sexual energy.”

“Oh,” she grinned as he slid down her body, “I accept the distinction.” Her body continued to scream for rest.

His fingers gingerly touched the white satin nightgown that covered her body. “Beso,” she moaned, “Five minutes. I need five more minutes of sleep.”

“I’m just going to get in position,” he returned her moan, “I will be the best kind of alarm clock.”

Evie murmured “five minutes” as Sidney pushed her nightgown up over her hips. He moved his mouth up her right thigh, leaving a trail of kisses. She responded with soft mewing noises. The kisses became playful love bites across her belly. Evie whimpered as the movement stopped. “Beso,” she whined.

Sidney rubbed his eyes in disbelief as his fingers went to the area in between her hip and pelvis. He rubbed gently, then with more force. Both Evie and Sidney bolted upright and spoke simultaneously .

“What the hell did you do Evie?

“Owwwww, that hurts Beso”

Sidney looked down. Her eyes followed. “Surprise?” she answered softly.

“That’s my surprise?” he asked, “You got a tattoo?”

He moved his face closer to examine that tattoo closely. “You got a tattoo? He repeated quietly.

His fingers traced the pair of small penguins engaged in a kiss. One of the penguins had the number 87 on its back.

Evie bit her lip, “Yeah. Do you like it?”

He looked at her up in wonder before a smile spread across his face. “I love it,” he grinned, “Why did you do it? When did you do it?” Then he looked back at the tattoo and the surrounding area before his eyebrows knitted together. “Who did it?” his voice suddenly contained an edge. Sidney felt the jealousy coarse through his veins instantaneously. Someone had been near his “turf” and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Whoa there, Mr. Crosby,” Evie commanded, “Look at me before you freak out.”. He looked at her. “You do know that there are women who tattoo, right?” she answered his unspoken question. It took a moment for the logic to resonate in his brain. “There is a very lovely tattoo artist, Erin, who tattooed me last night,” Evie explained, “It was a spur of the moment decision.” Sidney’s eyes wandered back to the tattoo, then up at Evie.

“I know that we don’t follow all of the traditions of the lifestyle that we like to dabble in. I mean until last night, I didn’t have a collar or anything,,” Evie explained, “but I wanted something to show that I am yours- now and forever. I belong to you, Mr. Crosby.” Sidney’s nostrils flared slightly. “I wanted something for your eyes only,” she ran her fingers through his hair and he forced his dominant nature down.

Instead he gently kissed it and whispered, “Mine.” Then he positioned himself between her thighs. “You are mine,” he breathed before his tongue worked its way to her throbbing clit, “You are mine, Mrs. Crosby”

“Your and no one else’s” Evie murmured as she threw her head back and arched her back.

FAIRMONT HOTEL LOBBY - TWO HOURS LATER

After consummating their marriage again, they had joined their family for a post-wedding brunch. Evie’s cheeks and side hurt from the amount of smiling and laughing that she did while listening to Taylor and Mateo describe all the “tea” that went down during the reception.

“Beso,” she grinned at her beloved, “Did you know all of this was going on last night?”

Sidney grinned and brought her hand to his lips, “No, I only had eyes for my WIFE last night.”

“Drink up,” Taylor laughed as she gulped her mimosa as Sidney uttered the trigger word from last night’s drinking game. The drinking game that had produced a hell of some hangovers for the group. A drink for every time that Sidney referred to Evie as my wife or my anything. The group groaned, but each took a bit of the hair of the dog.

Later, Sidney tugged at Evie’s hand as they walked through the hotel lobby. Evie hand made the turn to enter the elevator lobby to return to their suite. Sidney pulled in the other direction. She looked at him in confusion, “Beso, where are we going? You know we need to pack the rest of our things before checkout.”

“It’s been handled, Mon Etoile,” he smiled mischievously.

“Handled how? By whom?” she asked as he led her toward the coffee kiosk.

“Mind ya business, Evita. Mind ya business,” he teased, making it known that he would not be forthcoming with the information.

When they arrived at the kiosk, Marisol handed her a pre-made coffee drink marked “Mrs. Crosby”. Evie grinned as she read her name on the cup. She took special attention to show Sidney whose heart almost burst with pride. After they left the kiosk, Sidney guided her to the front entrance of the hotel.

Just inside the door stood Buddy holding a sign that read “Mr. and Mrs. Crosby”. Evie turned to Sidney, “What did you do?”

Sidney threw his hands up in mock surprise, “Me? Why do you assume it was me?”

Evie turned to Buddy and smiled sweetly, “Buddy, can I see the paperwork? We seem to have a bit of a mystery on our hands.”

Sidney realized that the paperwork would have all the details of the itinerary and swiftly motioned to Buddy to say no. “Mon Etoile, you got me,” he soothed, “I arranged a surprise for you.”

Evie turned to him with a grin, “A good surprise or a bad surprise?”

Sidney stepped to her, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, “The best surprise.”

The couple followed Buddy out to the waiting town car. As Evie slid onto the passage seat, she noticed Sidney put up the privacy screen immediately. She looked up and made eye contact with Buddy, the limo driver. She shrugged her shoulders and gave him a timid wave which he returned with a wink.

“Beso?” she asked softly, “What’s the surprise?”

Sidney pulled out a black satin blindfold from his pocket and motioned for Evie to turn around in her seat. Evie felt her breath hitch and heart start to race. As he placed the blindfold over her eyes, he kissed her neck and said, “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” she whispered as her mind raced with the possibilities of what he might have planned.

“Then stop asking questions, Princess,” he nipped at her ear before he sat back and announced to Buddy, “We’re ready to go.”

Although Evie was used to being blindfolded during their play time, she felt uneasy in the back of the car. Simultaneously, she felt excitement grow and course through her veins. Her breath was ragged as she sat in anticipation. She felt the movement of Sidney’s body as he dug in his pocket for his phone.

Evie recognized the song immediately. The sounds of “StarGirl Interlude” by Weeknd and Lana Del Ray filled the backseat of the car. It was one of her favorite songs on their play time playlist. Her mind flooded with memories of fervent passion. She felt goosebumps form as his fingers playfully traced figures on the back of her hand before trailing up her arm. She did her best to appear calm and steady, but Sidney knew the effect that he was having on her.

Sidney squeezed her hand as Buddy turned into the private airport. Evie’s head moved from side to side, trying to get any sort of indication of their location as the car came to a stop. “We’re here,Princess,” Sidney said. When Evie’s hands went to remove her blindfold, he tutted, “Not yet. Not yet.” He gently guided her out of the car and she felt the brisk, winter wind hit her face.

Finally, he removed her blindfold and she blinked slowly. She wasn’t sure what she expected to see, but it wasn’t the private jet tarmac at the Pittsburgh International Airport. Evie turned to Sidney with a question in her eyes before she turned to the private jet. The boarding stairs lowered down and he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her.

Evie’s mind raced. In all of the preparations for their surprise wedding, there had been no discussion of a honeymoon. In fact, Sidney had gone out of his way to refer to their planned honeymoon in the summer.

As if reading her mind, “Were you expecting a different sort of surprise?” he smirked. He rarely got the upper hand with Evie and he was quite enjoying it. Sidney explained, “Mon Etoile, did you think I wasn’t going to give you a proper honeymoon after our wedding? What kind of husband do you think I am?”

Evie struggled with the shift. She had been sure that he was surprising her with some new form of play. All the signs led to that conclusion. It’s not as if she was opposed to the idea of a honeymoon, but the slight feeling of disappointment still reigned.

“So where are we going?” she asked as they entered the jet, “Do I have clothes packed?”

“What did I say about questions, Princess?” he deadpanned. She simply turned and raised a single eyebrow. “I have a feeling that clothing will be entirely optional, but yes you have clothes packed,’ Sidney smirked, “I am Sidney Crosby, I don’t …”

“Do anything half-assed,” she crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip, “You know it’s not very nice to tease YOUR WIFE.” He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Let me have the victory, Evita,” he kissed her neck, “I got you.”

“Still….” she continued to pout playfully, “It’s not nice to tease your wife.”

He held his hands up in mock defeat, “Okay, okay…. Want to play a game?”

“What game?” she grinned, despite herself.

“Let’s flashback to when we met,” he kissed her leisurely.

“Never Ever Have I?” she returned his kiss, “You go first.”

“Never Ever Have I fucked on a plane,” he teased.

She stopped and looked up at him, “Oh? Isn’t that convenient.”

He smiled again and pointed to the back of the plane. She followed the direction of his hand and saw the open door. Inside the room was a king sized bed. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, “I guess we’ll have to take care of that after take off, Mr. Crosby.”

“Yes, we will,Mrs. Crosby, ” he kissed her again, “Yes, we will.”

[jihyoruri]

So since you put out the very generous offer of wowyn and other idols interaction I'd like to make a request please

It could also be snippets but I'd like to know how other idols first react to how different she is on and off stage

It could be any idol of your choice but i just wanna know you know for science 😏

(okay I decided to do winter shes a very important relationship when it comes to yn, this is also during eleven era so yn’s personality wasn’t really out there yet to the public.)

☆ NOT WHAT SHE WAS EXPECTING kim minjeong x wow!yn (little bit of jimin x reader)

minjeong let out a deep sigh and turned to jimin, “do you know yn form ive?”

jimin gave a pointed look, who doesn’t know yn?

“yes.” jimin responded, adjusting herself in her seat, “she’s aeri’s best friend.”

“yea, I know she’s aeri unnie’s best friend but we have never met her.” minjeong said, her voice filled with annoyance.

jimin furrowed her eyebrows at minjeong, confused on why the girl is so annoyed, “does it matter that we’ve never her?”

she short haired girl shifted uncomfortably, “no…” she trailed off. “it’s just I’m a little interested in her that’s all, and it sucks that aeri unnie hasn’t introduced her to us.”

now it was jimins turn to be uncomfortable, how does she tell minjeong that she’s interested in the girl that she’s interested in? how does she tell her that she knows why aeri hasn’t introduce yn to them yet?

minjeong spoke up again, “maybe I should just go up to her and ask her for her number, maybe I can take charge.”

jimin raised one of her eyebrows take charge?

“I mean it shouldn’t be that hard.” the girl continued. “she seems pretty easy and fragile.” winter said with a small smile, “I mean she was the cute one with the bow in eleven.”

Jimin looked at her like she has gone insane, “maybe you should just talk to aeri, ask her about it, you know?

“ask who about what?” both girls snap their head in the direction of the voice, only to see aeri and and figure behind her.

minjeong’s eyes widened when the girl comes from behind aeri, it was yn in all her glory.

her gaze trails yn, from her face, to her silver long chains on her neck to her crop that looks like it was straight out of a 2000s emo movie to her low rise jean skirt that’s topped with a belt with a gigantic star all the way down to her plat forms.

this is not what she was expecting.

“oh.” jimin got up from her seat, “nothing we were just talking about asking yizhuo what she wants for dinner, since you’re supposed to be sleeping at somi’s.”

she says walking towards the to girls, “which leads to me asking why are you here?”

“I forgot something.” aeri said before pointing to the door, “somi’s in the car, and yn decided to accompany me like the sweetheart she is.” she teases pinching yn’s cheek only for the taller girl to slap her hand away.

aeri laughed before heading to her room, “I’m just gonna get my thing quick.” she walks backwards and gives yn a pointed look before turning around.

when she left the room, jimin gestures for minjeong to get up.

“hi.” she says to you, “I’m jimin and this is minjeong.”

your gaze slowly scans both of the girls before answering.

“I know.”

both girls are stunted with how your voice sounds it’s a complete contrast to how it sounds when you’re singing it’s raspy.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” your gaze lingering on jimin for longer than minjeong would like.

so she speaks up.

“I really like eleven.” she says loudly.

she tenses when your eyes switch from jimin to her, “thank you, I really like your music.” you compliment back.

“thank you.” both girls say at the same time, minjeong giving jimin a small glare.

“okay!”

aeris voice gets all of your attention, “I have it.”

“next time, double check your things.” you tease the older girl, walking towards her.

“shut up.” she looks at jimin and minjeong, “I’ll try and call you guys later we’re going out to eat so you won’t hear from me.” she says.

“got it.” jimin says giving her a thumbs up.

you put your arm around aeri’s shoulder and start walking towards the door, “come on babe.” you say teasingly.

“bye guys.” aeri says and all you do is give them a nod.

minjeong watches from the window as you and aeri walk out into the night into a black car, who she’s guessing is somi’s.

maybe it’s gonna be harder than she thought.

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat 👻 long time no ramble in your ao3 comments but ily

Happy Halloween!! Always happy to hear from you! <333

Please enjoy my final contribution this year, a merry spookmas to all, and to all a boop night:

Halloween night in Gotham always brings out the crazies. The light is still on at this house, one of many in a nice, quiet neighborhood close to the park. The doorbell rings in expectation. As the tradition is answered, the owner of this particular house is nearly shocked out of their skin by the costumed figures on their front stoop. Or rather, by one in particular. "Trick or treat," sniffles a young, wobbling voice. "Trick or treat," her imposing guardian echoes, a beat off. The old rote phrase takes on new meaning, spat out of that expressionless red helmet, threatening and mechanical. Red Hood is on the porch. With a teary-eyed fairy princess, clutching a half-full sack of candy in her small hands. It looks suspiciously like burlap, and it's stained in places, like it's already been used for kidnapping purposes. Best not to ask, probably. "O-oh! What wonderful--" a darting glance from the princess to the Hood, "--costumes. So creative. Not staying out too much longer, I hope? It's getting late." "Making up for lost time," Red Hood says. It answers about as many questions as it raises, but mostly it says back off and give up the goods. Nervously, "Oh, of course. Take as much as you like, dear-- we thought we'd seen our last trick-or-treaters already." The princess's eyes get big, and she looks up at Red Hood, double checking. When he nods, shrugging, as much as you want, they said, she scrambles for the candy bowl. Crisp plastic packaging crinkles by the handful as she practically cleans them out. "What do we say?" Red Hood says gruffly. "Thank you!" she says, beaming. Hood leans in close. "Warheads? Gummy lips?" The gun-toting vigilante says disdainfully. "Are you kidding me with this sh-- stuff? This is bottom shelf candy. This is the dregs from last year. We both know the average property values on this street. You can do better." "Hood!" A third, irritated voice calls from the short driveway. "Wrap it up, we're behind schedule as it is!" "We'll make time," growls the man behind the mask, not even turning to acknowledge-- Red Robin is in the driveway. The severe twist of his mouth is impatient, but softens when the fairy princess comes running towards him, near-full bag held up triumphantly and spilling at least half a dozen boxes of Dots on the grass. "Red Robin, Red Robin, look! Look, I have enough now! I wanna show Greg and Mommy, they'll never believe it--" "Good job, Jenny," Red Robin says brightly, helping her up in front of him on the seat of his motorcycle. He's got a child-sized helmet ready to go. "See? I told you we'd get your candy back. Hood!" he snaps. Red Hood points fingers at his eyes and then at the cheapskate home owner's, I'm watching you, before snatching the last butterscotch out of the bowl. "Keep your shorts on, princess, I'm coming," he complains, climbing up onto the seat behind him. It's a tight fit. "Ready to go home?" he asks Jenny. "Bad guys and trick or treating and magic spells. You've had a big night, kiddo." "Uh-huh," she says absently, seriously studying her candy stash. "Then hold on tight--" "You got her?" "What kind of question is that? Of course I've got her--" The rev of the engine drowns out the rest of their bickering, and then they're off, screaming down the street. Gone, like they were never here at all. Halloween always brings out the crazies.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[allastoredeer]

Chaggies Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course - Chapter 3, Snippet #2

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“A good meal and a quiet night.” Alastor relaxes against the arm-chair, sighing in deep content. “Ah there’s nothing like a good, bloody steak and my dear Ella to wind down after a long day.”

“Ella?” Vaggie says, tilting her head curiously. “Ella who?”

“Oh! Is she another one of your Earth friends?” Charlie asks, wide-eyed and awe-struck, likely jumping at the idea of meeting another member of his tight-knit inner circle. Mimzy hadn’t made the best impression, but Charlie had adored Rosie.

“No, she’s a singer,” Lucifer says just as Alastor opens his mouth to answer, dragging his finger along the armrest of the couch with his cheek in his hand. His finger stops and his eyes widen as Charlie and Vaggie look at him in surprise. “I - I mean, she’s a singer, right? Alastor? She sounds like a singer. You know, Lady Ella. Lady Ella,” he spreads his hands in the air as if displaying her name in bright lights, “That’s - that’s a good stage name. Very sophisticated, if you ask me. Very sophisticated.”

Alastor grips his cane and squints at him. Shut. Up, he wants to snap. You’re making it worse.

And get Ella’s name out of your mouth, he adds as an after thought

Lucifer hasn’t brought up when he stumbled on him in the kitchen the other night, and Alastor definitely hasn’t brought it up with him either. No one in the hotel knows about his late night cooking. Not before he moved into the old hotel, not in the six months that he lived in the old hotel, and he has no intention of letting them in on it in this new hotel. Lucifer is an unexpected exception, nothing more, and Alastor would prefer to keep it that way.

“Ah, yes, so you’ve heard of her,” he says brightly, going along with Lucifer’s haphazard save. “A man of good taste. Ella Fitzgerald, the Queen of Jazz,” he throws up his hands with flourish. “First Lady of Song and everything a vocalist should strive to be.”

“Oh, you’ve got another thing in common,” Charlie beams, holding her cards close to her chest. “Where’d you hear about her dad? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you listen to jazz.”

“Oh, I, uh…I dabbled in jazz,” says Lucifer, waving it off with a short, tight laugh that cracks. “You know, I mean, gotta listen to something, right? Or you get all lost in your own thoughts, haha, bleh,” he wiggles his fingers at is head, “you know. Don’t - don’t like that. Ha ha. Voices.”

“I do play Ella’s song often,” Alastor tacks on quickly, “and anyone worth their salt would know her. I’m sure he overheard the other day while I was in the library.”

“Yep, that,” Lucifer finger-guns at him, “that is it. I overheard it. The other night. Uh, day. The other day. Yes.” He clasps his hands and leans back with a charming smile. “That’s what happened.”

“Okaaaaay,” Vaggie says, looking between them. “Well, it’s nice to see you’ve got some things in common. So, uh...next question?”

“Yep,” Lucifer turns his finger-guns on her this time. “Yep, yep, yep. Yepper depper. Let’s do it.”

“I could talk about Ella all day,” Alastor agrees, flapping his hand back and forth with a laugh, “It’s probably best that we move on before I really get going.”

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Enjoy another snippet of what's to come in chapter 3!

Alastor and Lucifer trying to cover up their meeting in "De-Lovely" like:

[vacantfields]

Silly Time

SO UH i finished it (: teehee

be kind as always as i was just having fun with it!! thank you for the love on the snippet of this... i hope you guys enjoy this silly thing!! Happy new year from me!!

[1,178 words]

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It was another sunny day in the Daycare. Kids were playing and screaming in delight as they ran around.

Sun was sitting with some quieter kids at the small table, where they all drew on some colored paper with crayons. He, too, was drawing along with them. It looked rather comical as he sat there, his legs bent like a frog would sit, and in his hand a tiny crayon as he doodled on the blue piece of paper he had gotten. Sun was enjoying his day until a tiny voice spoke up at the table.

"Uhm... Mister Sun?"

Sun looked up from his drawing, his faceplate doing a silly little spin and his grin soft. 

"Yes, little star Kris?" 

The little girl looked down at the crayon in her tiny hand before speaking again. "I was... Wondering if you knew why Mister Moon calls the nice security guard, who comes here sometimes, for Love."

Sun trained his barely moving expression to remain still, though inside, he was shocked by this new knowledge. "Oh? Moon calls them for Love?" He tried to poke Moon's AI in his headspace, but the other remained quiet. Sun and Moon were able to communicate through their shared headspace, but the other AI moved away from Sun's poking, making him scoff internally.

"Yeah... I was just wondering because my mom and dad call each other that." Little Kris continued before going back to doodling as little kids do when they lose interest in getting an answer.

Which fit Sun fine as his inner workings were reeling, his fans kicking in. Moon had never mentioned that he was hanging out with a night guard, and especially not this one.

Sun could usually peek through Moon's eyes and be present when Moon was in control, but lately, the other AI had closed the connection, and at first, Sun thought maybe Moon just needed alone time, which was, of course, fine! But it seems there were other things at play. 

But Sun couldn't ask Moon about this right now. He was working and busy as he was an excellent daycare attendant. He thought so himself, at least.

--

Luckily for Sun, the kids got picked up earlier today, and he decided that as soon as he had cleaned, he would poke his other half until he responded. 

As Sun swept the floors and cleaned the surfaces, he heard the doors open, and the Security guard came in. The animatronic scattered to the playground to hide as he often did when this guard came around. It was not that he hated this security guard or anything. He and Moon didn't trust any of the adults. But for Moon, that might have changed.

"Hello? Moon?"

Sun was in one of the play castles, quiet as he hid in the small tower, checking his internal clock. It was indeed time for Moon to come out, and Sun could feel the other stir.

The sunny animatronic kept his white eyes on the security guard, hiding behind the castle doorway as he spoke internally. 

"Oh! So now you respond to me." Sun grumbled.

"... I just woke up," Moon mumbled back in reply.

"And?! Moonie, what is this about you calling THIS security guard for 'Love'??!" 

Moon groaned in the headspace. "You said you didn't like them, and I wanted to see them for myself and quickly found out you're being a dumbass."

Sun squawked in their shared space. "ME?? A DUMBASS? Moonie! The adults are not nice to us ever. I mean, you even told me you hate all the night guards and the security guards!"

Sun could feel Moon rolling his eyes. "This one's different. Let me out. They're calling for me still."

"Nuh-uh."

"... What the hell do you mean 'Nuh-uh'??" Moon growled.

"Moon? It's time to do the rounds!" The short guard called out into the empty Daycare, then removed their hat to scratch their head. "Moon? It's okay if you don't want to! Uh..."

Sun kept his eyes trained on the guard from his hiding spot. 

Moon continued. "Sun! Let me out!"

"I can't believe you trust them to do those security rounds with you! They're small! weak!"

Moon scoffed. "They're nice! Now let me out!"

Sun hummed and then replied, "No."

"NO?! SUN!"

The Sunny animatronic then shut the other AI out, dooming Moon to sit back and watch as he moved down from the play castle and over to the security guard. 

"Hi, Friend!" Sun said with a bright smile.

The security guard jumped in surprise and dropped their hat. "oh! Hi Sun!" they stuttered and bent down to pick the hat up. "I was wondering why the lights were still on..." They mumbled to themself.

Sun frowned, and Moon broke through. "You have never been kind to them, you wannabe jester." Sun gaped internally. Oh, how he wished he could punch his other half.

"Well! Sunshine. I got the task of cleaning the Daycare, and it took a bit longer than I thought," Sun said with a smile, but it faltered when he heard Moon's deep chuckle in the back of their shared headspace.

The guard looked at Sun with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. 

Sun then realized he had given the security guard, he had avoided at all costs, a nickname, an endearing one as well. "Oh."

"Uhm... Well, if Moon isn't active, can you tell him to come find me once you're done?" The guard- ["-Sunshine." Moon supplied with a smirk in this tone.] 

Sun groaned lightly, running a hand down his faceplate before smiling at the guard. "Or we could go together?" 

Moon growled in the back of his head. "You cannot take my time! Sun! Go turn off the lights. Now."

Sunshine, the guard, looked shocked; it looked like this was so out of pocket for Sun to suggest. "Oh!... Are you able to leave the Daycare?" They curiously asked.

Sun hummed. "Yes, of course! If Moon can leave, why shouldn't I also be able?" he asked with a spin of his faceplate, causing Sunshine to let out a flustered giggle.

"True... Well, alright, if Moon doesn't mind," They said with a smile. Sun smiled sweetly as he heard Moon complain angrily, wandering around in their headspace. "He doesn't mind at all, Sunshine! It will be good for us to get to know each other!" He held his hand out to them, which they grabbed with a shy smile. 

"Ooooo, when I get you, Sun." Moon hissed quietly in their shared head, to which the sunny side of the animatronic let out a quiet chuckle before looking down at Sunshine and guiding them to the massive doors at the entrance to the Daycare.

The two left the Daycare hand in hand to do security rounds. Maybe Moon was right about this one, Sun thought as he glanced down at the guard as they walked together. 

This time it was different.

Not that Sun ever wanted to give Moon right, but perhaps he could let this guard close to them.

Just this one time.

[redrum-alice]

Another ABAcelsus fanfic idea or whatever...

Summary: A.B.A recalls her time at Frasco, days before she found Paracelsus. Other than collecting keys, she found herself fascinated by a storybook. [Post-Strive]

This is a snippet (mid part):

“You know…” Paracelsus muttered. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something, darling.” he said, not forgetting the term of endearment to catch her attention.

“What is it, dear?” A.B.A’s lips uncurled and pursed, curious to what he wanted to ask.

“What was it like before you met me?”

As if time shattered its own gear, the moment was crudely silent thanks to his wife’s uncanny pause. If he struck a nerve, he was willing to admit his mistake of digging through dirt. It wasn’t the first time he asked that, but he certainly doesn’t question it on the same row. It’ll take a long time for that question to resurface, and it seems that it got picked today.

A.B.A. loosened her grip on his arm, contemplating what answer she could give him this time.

“I-”

Before she could answer, a ringing bell far from them caught their attention. “Ice cream! Ice cream! Get your ice cream! Only a dollar a cone!”

“Oh!” A.B.A clapped her hands, taking this as an opportunity to divert her husband. “Dear, I’m famished.” she gestured towards the ice cream man, hoping Paracelsus would take the hint.

“Ah, I see. What would you like me to get?” He asked, awkwardly smiling. Maybe it wasn’t the time yet.

“Whatever you get, I’m fine with it.” She said, letting him off as she sat alone.

Staring at the sea didn’t exactly give her the tranquility she needed to formulate an answer for him. What kind of a beloved spouse would she be if she kept on turning him down?

The homunculus was so preoccupied that she didn’t feel a presence nearby. As soon as she heard a branch stepped on, she turned to where the noise came from, but nothing was there.

“I-I’m hearing things…that mustn't be good.” she sighed.

It was a mere moment of solitude before she found a child standing next to her.

“EEK!” A.B.A screeched, terrified of the small being directly looking at her. Thoughts came flooding in her head: what does it want? Was she here to disrupt her peace? Is she plotting to take her husband away from her?! Oh she would not allow that– she must act at once–

The small girl sneezed and kept looking at her, slowly blinking and waiting for the woman to let her sit.

“Can I sit?” The child timidly asked.

It took awhile for A.B.A to calm down and look at where her husband had gone, he won’t be back for some time bc of the long line. The woman breathed in and out and recalled the steps Testament gave the two on dealing with an encounter like this; if they are polite, leave them be– but if they’re hostile, give them a taste of their medicine. The child exhibited nothing but curiosity and shyness…something she could relate to.

A.B.A tried to compose herself and nodded at the child, keeping a safe distance as she was struggling to climb up the bench. Her short legs dangled as she tried keeping the book in her hands. The woman did her best not to look at the girl, yet the little girl sat in a position where she was facing A.B.A. Well, so much for avoidance.

‘If I keep my glance at the sea, it will leave.’

It wasn’t long before she was once disrupted again.

“Read.” The child said, handing over a book one third her size. A.B.A was puzzled, unable to figure what to do next now that it was asking to assist her.

.......

Thats all for now :'3

[arathejedi394]

snippet from remix of honestly thought i'd be dead by now

“Happy birthday,” Bucky repeated on their way out.

“Thanks,” Steve answered, ducking his head as he smiled a little.

“Anytime, buddy,” Bucky promised. “How’s it feel to be twenty-seven?”

Steve shrugged. “Surprising,” he said.

“Surprising?” Bucky repeated, tipping his head to the side. “How?”

“I honestly thought I’d be dead by now,” Steve answered, his eyes lifted to the velvet blanket of light pollution obscuring the heavens.

“Oh,” Bucky said, not sure what else he could say, his gaze trailing away to the sidewalk beneath their feet. “Oh…”

He’d been in a place like that once. Thrown himself into the Army at 18 to escape memories of his childhood and all the abuse from his doting grandfather, then drank himself almost to liver failure by 24 and a nasty DUI where he’d barely escaped hitting the other car and only injured himself, not to mention all the risky sex he’d had. It had been surprising to him, too, when he lived past that.

Steve just continued to walk, as if he’d said nothing out of the ordinary.

“Why?” Bucky asked gently.

Steve’s lips curled into something that Bucky almost mistook for a smile. He wasn’t sure what it meant instead.

“Lots of things,” he eventually said. “Scarlet fever, polio, lead poisoning from the boat Ma and I took from Ireland over here, I got beat all to shit almost every day growing up, not to mention crashing a plane full of bombs into the Arctic and – Well. I don’t like to talk about it.”

“I see,” Bucky said, his gaze on Steve’s hands slowly picking apart his cupcake half.

“Hell, the serum should’ve killed me,” Steve added. “The odds of me surviving the procedure were one in about a thousand.”

“Seriously?” Bucky replied, his brow furrowing.

“Mhm,” was all Steve said in answer. 

“Why did you do it?” Bucky asked softly.

Steve glanced at him, then down at his cupcake. “I was dying. I didn’t have much longer, anyway. I wanted to go out doing something useful instead of wasting away.”

“Oh,” Bucky said a second time, even softer. “What – what was it?”

“I don’ know,” Steve said. “I was just sick one day. I could only afford one doctor’s visit and the fella that saw me had no idea, either. He even let me come back for free because he thought it was an undiscovered disease. He didn’t discover what it was,” Steve added, “and I ended up being chosen for Project Rebirth, so it didn’t matter. I figured they would get a trial run with me and improve the odds for the next guy to get in the Vita-Ray machine. Only it worked on the first try.”

Bucky blew out his breath. “That’s… that’s intense, buddy.”

Steve’s lips made that almost a smile curve again, and he even let out a short huff of breath. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Bucky guessed that Steve didn’t want to talk about it. He watched Steve break off a small chunk of his cupcake and put it in his mouth. Bucky then returned his gaze to his half of the cake and decided not to pry.

“I think it was AIDs,” Steve said quietly, suddenly.

Bucky almost choked. “Oh,” he said again as he blinked rapidly at the haze of purple rising in the east. “Um… Wow.”

“Not like I can find out now,” Steve added. “I don’t think there are any samples of my blood before the serum.”

“That –” Bucky started. “That’s horrible, pal. I’m sorry.”

Steve only shrugged. “I deserved it.”

“What?” Bucky said as he frowned heavily.

“I deserved it,” Steve said. “I was stupid.”

“Kid,” Bucky said carefully, “nobody deserves AIDs. Don’t think that.”

“I guess,” Steve muttered, looking up into the east, as well.

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[kestgrey]

Odell Beckham Jr. + inspiration behind the character, Adonis, who appears in my MXM erotic short story called, "Scene Study". You can check it out and read here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNHFN8QC I HIGHLY recommend this one!!

Plot: Meet Kyrie, an aspiring and burgeoning actor who's still fairly new in his theatre class. He's tasked with participating in an important two person scene project. It sounds simple enough, except he's paired with Adonis, a veteran in the class. Not to mention, he's the popular, alluring titan who all the girls clamor for. This not only sets some expectations, but also a wave of anxiety considering...their practice will be taking place in Adonis's home. Kyrie initially feels like practice is going well, but is suddenly deviated. Is it a possibility that something other than the scene work linger above both men?

Snippet below ⬇️

“…Beautiful,” Adonis responded, but did so in a low voice as his eyes remained on the video.

Kyrie squinted his eyes some as he noticed his scene partner not immediately meeting his attention, rather instead, engrossed in the phone. He couldn’t hear what was said, “Huh?”.

“Oh, my bad, yeah it’s really good forreal,” Adonis finally added upon snapping out if it, now meeting the look of Kyrie. “Come take a look at it,” he suggested as he waved him over.

Kyrie produced a small smile, internally happy to hear that. He casually strolled over, now sharing the same area as him. The thick index finger belonging to Adonis tapped on the screen and regressed the video player to the very beginning. Kyrie’s performance began to play, volume resonating through the speaker. Adonis stood close to him, watching again as if he hadn’t seen it from the start. As each second passed, the smile that had cultivated on Kyrie’s lips expanded. He was truly even impressed with what he was seeing, to the point where he was shocked. In class this wasn’t something he could achieve as easily; he was still learning. It seemed perhaps that the current environment he was in provided some level of comfortability that he did not expect.

“Wow, that’s actually me?” he said, adding a little chuckle to go with that smile.

“Hell yeah that’s you, you killed it,” Adonis affirmed, nudging the other. “It’s always been in you, Ms. Rey be a lil off sometimes,” he teased.

“Haha not you said she’s off, well thank you for that. I’m trying to work on it in class, but for some reason, you pulled it right out of me,” Kyrie vocalized his appreciation at the compliment.

“No problem at all,” Adonis simply responded. There was another pause hanging over the both of them, with him still looking at the video nearing its ending.

Kyrie did the opposite and suddenly turned his gaze to the other. He found himself getting caught up in his countenance. There was a question that he felt forming inside, inching its way to make an escape from his mouth. “Can I ask you something though? What made you want to help me with this?” he inquired.

Adonis finally dispelled his stare from the camera, meeting Kyrie’s look. “Well- “, a genuine smile constructed on his face before he continued. “To be honest, I had it on my mind since we got partnered up. I knew you were gonna be a good one ever since you stepped foot in our class. But based off how you carried yourself, I knew you weren’t aware of it just yet. I want all of us to win, especially you. Kyrie ya got some pure talent” he admitted.

Kyrie couldn’t help but widen the eyes on his expression. He couldn’t have predicted a confession like that, especially coming from Adonis. He was always under the impression that their connection was more surface compared to others. “W-Wow…I really can’t even fully come up with anything to say. Thank you. I had no idea that you were paying attention like that,” Kyrie answered, doing his best to speak through bewildered words.

“Yeah, I was. Like I said, I feel like all of us need to win and I couldn’t help but pick up on what you can really do. I was gonna make some way for you to see it. I wasn’t shocked that the camera loved you,” before continuing Adonis tailed his final statement with a lower register in his tone. “…You’re amazing,” he lowly spoke. The man amplified the smile he created, now emphasizing the shared glances between them. He unintentionally forced another standstill in the air to appear between them also.

Kyrie remained there as well, surveying the lightened, brown color that embedded Adonis’s skin. He never denied how attractive he thought he was, but due to the judgements he had already made, he never really thought about him in any other way besides someone to hang out with in the group.

“Um, wow. Well again I- “the words Kyrie desperately tried to muster up were completely halted by another shocking gesture, he seemed to be ridden with them quite a bit today.  

Adonis was the culprit who stopped his speech. There was something in the stout man that possessed him to reach down and plant a kiss on Kyrie’s lips. While genuine, it seemed to be chaste in nature. Adonis slightly pulled back, only inches away from Kyrie’s. It seemed like he did so in order to test the waters. When it was planted on the anxiety ridden guy, it spearheaded a warmth through his entire body. Despite Kyrie being surprised, it was a more on the pleasant side of the spectrum. His eyes trailed from Adonis’s pupils down to his lips.

Kyrie naturally felt some hesitation forming, however, there was something internally that had him combating it. This was rare in nature for him, but he took on an impetuous disposition and launched forward, returning a kiss of his own. Both men seemed to intuitively know how to operate as the kiss turned more passionate this time around. Adonis was able to seamlessly fall into it with him. Both of their lips now intertwined with each other more. Adonis was certainly pleased at the other’s follow through, considering he initiated it. It had been something he wanted to start from the moment his scene partner walked through the door. Now the fervor embedded in him now could be physically expressed. As they were both siphoning a taste of each other’s lips, Adonis instinctively reached down and grabbed at Kyrie’s lower back. It led to him utilizing his usual dominant nature and he proceeded with pushing him closer, now colliding their bodies into each other.

[temerity14]

Stardust👀

Okok so this one is a Stardust (2007 movie) Tdp crossover, suggested by @mytdpblog

Have you seen Stardust? To everyone who sees this post, please go watch Stardust. It is so so worth it.

Also uhm spoilers for the movie. It's not too bad but yeah.

So Rayla is Yvaine and Callum is Tristan. Claudia has a modified version of the Victoria character (modified because Victoria is a genuinely cruel person and I don't think Claudia would act that way). Kim'dael and some OCs are the witches trio.

I've taken the vibes of the original and simplified it because Stardust is very complicated and an absolute masterpiece that I will not be able to live up to.

In short: Rayla, a star, falls to Earth and is found by Callum, a fairly ordinary village boy. They go on an adventure! And fall in love! and there's a fair amount of chaos int eh background but that doesn't matter because LOVE!

also it's a Damian lives AU because I said so.

Snippet under the cut! Rayllum first meeting! there's some context for this but I will not provide it.

She grimaced in pain, suppressing a moan. She glanced around the crater, rubbing her head and trying to figure out how exactly she had got into this situation and how to get out of it.

The answer was not one she could ever have anticipated, nor was it a welcome one at the time.

A bright light streaked through the sky and her eyes widened as it came closer, releasing a few seconds before the fact that it was going to hit her.

The realisation did nothing to cushion the impact as a very solid body slammed into her, the momentum of its trajectory knocking her and it across the large crater and smashing them into the ground.

Callum squeaked a little in surprise and pushed himself up, looking down at the woman he had crashed into. She was beautiful, dark horns and slender, pointed ears poking out from long silvery hair, shocking violet eyes and four-fingered hands. An elf, like his father had told him about before he left.

“Oh- oh, Mother, I’m so sorry–” he said, leaning back, though he was still on top of her legs. “Are you all right?”

“No, I’m not alright, and I’m not your mother!” She snapped, scowling at him. “Now could you please get off me?”

“You’re… not my mother?” Callum asked, tilting his head to the side and squinting at her.

“Do I look like your mother?” She snapped, gesturing at herself. “Do you particularly feel like a halfling? How old do you think I am?”

“Ah– right, sorry,” Callum said, getting off her properly and awkwardly offering her a hand up, which she ignored. “Do you need help?”

“You can help by leaving me alone,” she hissed, glaring at him. 

Callum bit his lip, feeling rather guilty about leaving her when he’d crashed into her at what must have been considerable speed. That was quickly forgotten, however, when he started to properly look around. He and the woman were inside a large crater, the faint smell of smoke and burned trees wafting from the rim. There was nothing surrounding them except for stone and debris.

Callum frowned, playing the instructions back over in his mind. “Light the candle and think of me… but I was, I was thinking about my mother…” his eyes widened in shock. “But I think Claudia and the star popped in…”

He whipped around, his eyes tracking over the crater. The woman watched him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation on her face, slowly pulling herself into a seated position.

“I’m terribly sorry, but have you perhaps seen a star anywhere?” Callum asked, turning back to her. 

“I have, actually,” the woman said, rolling her eyes. She pointed at the middle of the crater. “That over there is where she landed, after this–” her hand went to a stone inset in a chain sung around her neck. “Knocked her out of the sky while she was just minding her own business, and if you want to be really specific, right here–” she patted the ground she was sitting on. “Is where she landed after an idiot crashed into her.”

Callum blinked, squinting at her. “So… you’re the star?”

She shrugged, looking around. “I don’t see any of my sisters around here. What were you expecting, a hunk of rock?”

“Well, yes,” Callum said, plonking down on the ground and staring at her. “No offense.” Looking at her more closely he now noticed the slight otherworldly sheen to her skin, the way her silvery dress seemed to catch the starlight and glow on its own. What he had at first assumed were freckles he now realised were speckles of light on her cheeks, glittering. 

She snorted, rolling her eyes again. “Whatever.”

Callum sighed, rubbing his face. This was a mess… he couldn’t exactly go back empty handed, not after he’d made a promise. He glanced down at the candle he still held in his fist. He hadn’t even been able to see his mother. 

Behind him, the star groaned as she tried to shift her weight onto her left foot, and Callum ran to her side, supporting her.

“Get off,” she snapped, glaring at him.

Calllum sighed. “I will, but you clearly can’t walk on your own. I’ll help you to an inn, and then–”

“And you expect me to believe you’re not trying to get anything out of it?” The star snapped, wrenching her arm away from him and almost immediately falling over, her face contorted in a pained grimace. “I saw that look on your face earlier, you’re just trying to make me trust you so you can use me!”

Callum squinted at her, utterly lost. “Uh… no? I’m not doing anything like that–”

“Ugh, don’t bother,” the star said, slowly limping away from him. 

“If it helps, I was thinking about a promise I’d made to one of my… my friends,” Callum said. “She’s in a difficult spot, and I thought maybe if I proved myself to her father I could, you know… help her out of it.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” the star snapped, exasperated. 

“Well, it is you,” Callum said, gesturing at her. “I didn’t know you’d be, like… alive.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I guess I’ll have to think of something else now…”

“Oh?” The star said, crossing her arms across her chest. “So are you going to tie me up and drag me back to this woman you’re so desperate to woo?”

“No, nothing like that–” Callum said, shaking his head firmly. 

“I can see that enchanted chain poking out of your pocket,” the star said, casting a glance at his jacket. 

Callum started, glancing down and flushing. “I forgot I had that.”

The star snorted, genuine amusement in her eyes. “You may be the worst kidnapper I’ve ever seen.”

“Seen a lot, have you?” Callum said, unable to keep the smile off his face. 

“Maybe I have,” the star said, shifting her weight, a scowl crossing her face. “Ugh…”

Callum stepped forward, slipping an arm around her shoulders and taking some of her weight, slipping the candle into his pocket as he did so. “Come on. Looks like we’re both at a loss, may as well help each other out a bit.”

Original post is here if you wanna see where this started. Other ficlets I did for this are under the tags 'Temerity ficlets' and 'WIP ask game'

[a-whisper-in-the-forest]

Surprise!

Both Hero and Villain are on the ground. Villain's chest goes up and down quickly as they try to get their breath back. They see something move in the corner of their eye. Villain sees Hero get back up again and walk over to Villain.

Villain tries to stand up too, but a stitch in their side prevents them from doing so. They try to crawl backwards, still looking at Hero. They're not going to jail, not today.

“Hey, hey, we're done for today. I'm just coming towards you to check on you,” Hero says, putting their hands as a sign of surrender. Villain looks at them with suspicion in their eyes. What do they want? They never come to check on them after a fight.

Hero slowly sits in front of Villain and pulls out a small package, wrapped in colorful gift paper. “Surprise!” They say cheerfully. Confusion and worry spreads across the Villain's face. What are they going to do with that? Did they wrap their handcuffs or something? “Don't worry, it's nothing bad. In fact, I hope you like it,” Hero smiles as they place the package in Villain’s lap.

Villain looks at Hero. “And what am I supposed to do with this?” Hero smiles even wider. “Open it ofcourse, it's a present!” Villain looks at the present in their lap. “Oh…” they mumble under their breath. Hero slowly drops their smile and replaces it with a worried look. “What? Is something wrong?” they ask, inching a bit closer. “No- I- no- uehm,” Villain stutters, a blush creeping up their neck. “Did I do something wrong?” Hero asks, worried look still visible on their face. “No, you didn't!” Villain quickly answers. “It's just that…I didn't expect it. The last time I got a present, I was still a child, so…”

Hero takes a deep breath in and lets out a silent ‘oh’. And then: “Well, if that's the case, you should immediately open it!” A smile spreads across Hero's face again. “Sure…” Villain answers and starts picking at the wrapping paper. After a few seconds Villain is able to reveal the contents of the present.

“Uhm… wow. Thanks. I guess,” Villain says while the blush on their neck reaches their cheeks. Hero laughs and looks at them expectantly. “And? Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I do… How much time did you spend on this?” Villain holds up an action figure of themselves. ‘Well, I overheard you talk about how all the heroes have their own action figures and I thought you wanted one of yourself,” Villain smiles as they look closer. They can spot the paint strokes and glue residue here and there, but honestly, that makes it even better. “Thanks, Hero,” Villain whispers, still looking at their present. “Happy birthday, Villain,” Hero smiles back.

Hi! Felt like writing a short and fun story, so here we are. I hope you like it!

And since I already have your attention, here is some shameless selfadvertising. Here is the first snippet of my own story with characters with actual names and worldbuilding and stuff! It would mean the world to me if you would go check it out and give it some love!

As always my asks are open for anything your mind can conjure up, so feel free to ask.

[pinksunsetsandstarrynights]

Adamsapple Harvest: Apple Picking

Just a tiny snippet for a Human AU I never really got around to write down.

TW: Mentioned animal injury

Lucifer nodded along to the humming of a Bon Jovi song - he couldn't remember the name - as the autumn breeze ruffled his hair. Up above him, Adam - the source of the humming - was making sure to keep his balance on the ladder as he pulled a bright red apple off a higher branch. His height and longer arms making the task easier than it would've been if Lucifer had done it himself.

He held up his wicker basket as Adam dropped the fruit in it. "Thanks again for helping me out with this."

The taller man paused his humming and answered, "Oh, uh, yeah. It's no problem at all… And I still owe you for what Lute did."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Adam, you paid for the vet visit, the meds, and you even bought duck feed for my girls. Plus Vaggie's doing better now, I think we're more than even."

"Dude, she lost an eye," Adam deadpanned.

"Vaggie's been adapting and Charlie always waddles to the left of her to cover her blindside," Lucifer pointed out. "Char-Char's a sweetie that way."

Adam huffed, "I guess." He added more apples to basket before asking, "What are you planning to do with these anyway?"

"Oh, not much. Just some applesauce, a couple jars of jam," Lucifer replied nonchalantly.

He should've figured, Adam mused to himself. Luce was the type to want to make treats instead of just eating his harvested fruit as is.

"And maybe I'll even bake a fresh cobbler to share with the handsome apple picker who's been helping me out all day," Lucifer continued coyly.

Adam's arm froze midway reaching towards another apple. He glanced down at Lucifer, a blush hinting on his cheeks.

"What do you say, Addie? Are you up for some cobbler and ice cream later? We can watch that slasher movie you've been telling me about."

Well now Lucifer was just unnecessarily sweetening the pot. He already had Adam long before today, even if he hadn't acted upon it until now.

A grin grew on Adam's face as he replied, "Yeah, Luce. That sounds like my kind of date night."

"Perfect! Now how about you come down here so we can seal this deal with a kiss." Lucifer exaggeratedly waggled his eyebrows at him.

Adam let out a short laugh and eagerly hopped down from the ladder. "Fuck yes!"

The day would end with the taste of apples and cinnamon on both their lips.

[jedisupernova]

🩷 update! (good news + sneak peek!!) ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

hello everyone! i hope you're doing well! i just wanted to stop by and say that i'm making progress on my next subong fic (him x wealthy fem reader) and i am so excited about it!! i've made progress on it these past couple of days and let me tell you, this one's going to be LONG. like all of my fics are long, but this is something else 😭 and i can't wait to share!! 🫶🏼

thank you for your patience and kind words of encouragement. they mean more than i could ever communicate through a screen :'D please enjoy an additional sneak peek under the cut of snippets of the reader & subong's first meeting, date, and night together in that order!

with sincerity,

honey ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

first meeting:

subong couldn't help himself. "rough night?" "what?" you looked to your right. "oh god, you just heard all of that." you pinched the bridge of your nose. "some parts." subong said truthfully. "but enough to know someone's being really fucking annoying." you exhaled through your nose. "you could say that." subong brings his gaze back to the trees in front of him, raising his puff bar to his lips. "come here with somebody?" he kept the conversation casual. "a friend." you answered. "she's somewhere downstairs, i think." you shook your head; another goddamn thing to worry about. "she's—she's much better at these things than i am. we separated almost instantaneously once we arrived." "'these things,' as in parties?" subong asked, looking at you to his left. "yeah, that." you nodded, arms crossing over your chest, looking at the trees. in your movement, subong not only noticed the van cleef bracelet and watch stacked on your wrist, but also your dark grey blazer paired with black slacks and matching loafers. he smirked. "i figured. you look like you don't belong here." he said. that's when you looked at him for the first time, met with his side profile. "excuse me?" you asked, offended. "i mean," subong exhaled, a cloud of smoke whirring past his ears when a subtle gust of wind flew by. "at a normal party, people don't dress like they're at a business conference. they would dress like me." not seeing his point, you took him in impatiently: a boxy, oversized yellow graphic tee with some indecipherable graphic of the sun, cargo denim shorts, and scuffed sneakers. "but i guess i'm not at a normal party, so i'm the odd one out." subong chuckled to himself. "my bad, my bad." he put his hands up in faux-defeat.

first date(s):

you walked into the club at 10:36 pm. it was dimly lit with shades of neon pink and purple, washing over the couches and bar top with a surprisingly cinematic glow. people were huddled with their friends around the small tables scattered throughout the club, booming music not being able to mask a contentious conversation an apparent bachelorette was having some feet away with the bartender. you blended into the crowd standing before the stage, looking up when the music abruptly changed to an edm trap beat. subong came onto stage with three men differing in age but similar in aura; domineering with their own verses, riffing off of one another towards the end. it went on like this for twenty minutes, through various instrumentals and at some point one of them started beatboxing. subong built a sweat under his hoodie, letting it trickle down his temple as it was his turn to talk his shit into the microphone. you were floored, peering over people's shoulders to get a better view. your eyes never wavered from the unmistakable head of purple hair no matter how many times he changed positions on stage; bobbing his head to the beat, holding the microphone akin to personal munition, walking around the stage like he's got the biggest dick on the block. can't forget the lip curl he does when the beat drops, or upon hearing someone pull a clever bar out of thin air during their respective freestyles he puts his hands up in surrender; insincerely putting his microphone on the floor before hoisting it back up, laughter ringing out of him. oh. i want him. you thought to yourself.

he came into the crowd after the set wrapped, dapping up familiar faces and not-so-humbly taking compliments from whomever offered. "subong!" he felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around. his eyes widened at the sight of you, his boyish smile making an unabashed appearance. "you came!" he yelled over the music, turning to face you. "of course i did! how could i not!" you said back. your hand rested on his shoulder, standing on your toes to reach his ear, subong leaning in to hear you. "like you said, i wanted to see you perform!" you beamed, making him smile even harder. he leaned into yours: "what'd you think?" "i thought you were great! honestly, i'm a little speechless!" "good, good!" subong laughed. "c'mon, i know somewhere more quiet!" he took your hand without thinking, leading you to the other side of the room; the far-end of the bar. the music was still loud, but not the point where you risked losing your voice to hear each other. the lighting was also brighter, allowing subong to see your much more lax outfit than the one you met in. "you look different." he said. "hm? oh." it took a moment to register what he said, glancing down at your jeans and t-shirt after taking a sip of your mojito. "don't get used to it. i have a change of clothes in the car." you joked, making subong smirk. "my brother's home for his birthday." you explained. "it's my one chance to not be the designated center of attention just because i'm within arms reach of mother and father." "you're not celebrating?" subong asked. "dinner ended just in time for me to come here, funnily enough." you stirred your drink with your straw, looking up at him to your left. "so i dressed as fast as i could and made my way here. i've been waiting all week, if you could believe that." "i can." said subong. "i've been waiting, too." your eyes stayed on each other's until your flustered state gave you away, turning back to your straw. "good to know." you said.

you went to dinner two days later. you met him at a ramen shop close to where he lived, tucked away together in a booth in the corner. this night you did show up accessorized with van cleefs, although different ones than before, and now stacked with a cartier love bracelet on your left wrist. not to mention the matching taupe blazer and trousers paired with a creme white blouse, all the while subong showed up in aged sneakers a year past retirement, jeans, his rings he never takes off, and an oversized graphic tee he last washed maybe six months ago. even so, you were the one clearly overdressed, and he didn't miss a beat in pointing it out: "did you fix the stock market before coming here?" he asked without looking up from his steaming bowl, slurping the soup off his spoon. you caught his drift, grinning. "i did, yeah." you played along. "you've never heard of a woman with a work-life balance before?" you said back in a mocking tone. "ha ha, very funny. feminism, new world, yeah yeah yeah." he descended into mutters, making you giggle, his face feeling hotter.

first night:

when you said you'd send a car to pick subong up for dinner, you weren't fucking lying—he set the ramen shop where you had your first date as the pick up site, fucking bewildered to find the black rolls royce waiting for him in the street. subong unceremoniously knocked on the tinted driver's seat window, his other hand holding the last bouquet of daisies the neighborhood florist had; cheaper than usual from how some already wilted, but were well-hidden. the window rolled down, subong seeing a different man than the one he saw sitting there when walking into the lodge. "choi subong?" the man asked. he was older than subong, but subong himself was too busy staring at his earpiece to gather an answer quickly. "y-yeah. that's me." he nodded, inhaling through his nose, trying to keep his cool. "i have a date with—" "yes, with ma'am. please find your way inside. we will arrive in about twenty minutes. there's refreshments, too, for your leisure." refreshments? the fuck? "alright, thank you." subong said curtly, opening the door and sitting inside the car. subong froze when the car moved and the lights turned on, slowly lifting his head, seeing the headliner lit akin to a constellation. he marveled at how wide the seats are, his right palm running over the shiny black leather whilst the fingers of his left traced the dark wood accenting the car door. she rides in this every fucking day? just when he thought he could begin to process, his eyes found it: the champagne. he slid quickly to the other side of the three-seater, grabbing it, nearly knocking down the flute glasses in the cupholders in front of him. he brought the label closer to his eyes, squinting to read the french name. "louis roederer . . . cristal vintage . . ." his voice trailed, pulling his phone out, typing into the google search bar with his thumb. "holy shit!" he whispered to himself—he was holding 20 million won in his hand, just casually in this luxury fucking car, and by the feeling of the golden foil wrapped around the top of the bottle keeping the cork in, its collecting dust. 

[indecisive-specimen]

tagged for ☆ wip wednesday ☆!!!!! by my lover in christ @ronanlynchian

unfortunately all i have is airport porn and a powerpoint but enjoy anyway ig.

it's just a snippet but im putting it below the cut because it is explicit so be warned! also: my most egregious offense w this one is the gross overuse of italics. oh and it's jerejean btw.

powerpoint for funsies at the enddddddd

to clarify-- i wrote this in the airport, they are not in an airport 😭

“I want to finger you,” he says and Jeremy nearly chokes. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to how blunt Jean is. “Is that okay?” Jean asks, one brow raised in a way that tells Jeremy he knows it is.  “Yes,” Jeremy says, and can’t stop himself before he tacks on “please,” in a breathless sort of whisper.  Jean’s movements still only for a moment, his eyes darkening in that way that has Jeremy squirming, then he’s tapping his first two fingers on Jeremy’s bottom lip and oh. Jeremy opens for him, Jean’s fingers— which Jeremy has studied, and fantasized about, and had inside him, though not like this— slip inside, down to the second knuckle before hooking around his bottom teeth and gently prying his mouth open for him.  “Beau,” Jean swallows, pupils blown, and this Jeremy recognizes, his blush no doubt intensifying as Jean seemingly talks himself out of something, shaking his head before unhooking his fingers and pushing them down on Jeremy’s tongue.  Jeremy’s brain must have short circuited at some point during the exchange, because— without his say so— his eyes slip shut and he’s sucking Jean’s fingers in to the very last knuckle, tongue sliding over the slender bones on top and calloused pads along the bottom and moaning around them. When his eyes open again, he finds his own hand wrapped around Jean’s wrist— practically trying to shove his whole hand in his mouth— and Jean is staring down at him, shaking.  “You never stop to amaze me,” Jean breathes and pulls his fingers out. Jeremy is almost disappointed, before he remembers where this is going; he bites his swollen lip, hooks a leg over Jean’s hip, pushing his own up in a manner he hopes is enticing.  Jean’s lips quirk at his antics, and Jeremy thinks that’s the best reward he could ask for.  His spit-wet fingers trail down Jeremy’s body, getting distracted at his chest. Jean toys with his left nipple, making him jolt in response, and the barely-there smile grows. “What do you want, Jeremy?”  Brain still shorting, Jeremy only hums in response, pushing his chest up into Jean’s hand— he wants more; he wants Jean to pinch and pull, to lick and bite— but he couldn’t ask for that, could never ask Jean for that. So he hums.  And then— and then he goddamn nearly shrieks. Well, it’s more of a squeal— he hopes— because Jean does pinch. Not quite his nipple, but a near spot on his pec. “Jeremy,” Jean insists, less reverent now.  Jeremy huffs. “I want whatever you want, Jean.”  Jean, by the now downward quirk of his lips, is not pleased with this answer. “No. You will tell me, or I will stop.” 

next, i started making a powerpoint to half explain, half coerce my close good friends and roommate into reading aftg 😭 heres some of my fav slides. literally no credit goes to me i stole all of this and just arranged it!!!@! all credit to original creators!!!!!!!

title slide

i organized it by teams, so i have a foxes slide first ofc but havent added anything funny yet so we'll skip it for nowww. (aka i started with the foxes and it got progressively less serious)

ravens slide

trojans slide is so unserious 😭 focus on the core four but honorable mentions for cody, xavier, and the dericks my loves ❤️ artists plsssss draw more xavier and the double ds im begging (ds are represented by dudes holding hands at the urinals)

conclusion slide but it's whatever this is?

next i want to add a (no spoilers) popular ships slide (at the request of my roommate who said 'i wont read anything that isnt gay') but i fear i will have to make ships involving kevin it's own slide 😭 i cant decide if i want to use fanart or just draw lines connecting him to people like a crime board.

[dadbodbucky]

i wanted to post something and its tuesday

snippet from my ecologist!buck au:

Eddie’s fresh off a 24 when he sees him for the first time. He’s clocked out, picked Christopher up, and stopped by the bank to drop off a check. He’s dead on his feet, and Chris is always hangry and overtired after school, so Eddie is also, to put it politely, at his fucking limit.

He turns into his driveway and sees it. “It” being two positively massive piles of wood chips spilling out from his neighbor’s yard onto his own. It’s completely overtaken a good chunk of Eddie’s yard, including part of Christopher’s ramp, which pushes up against the border between the properties.

And, okay, it’s not like Christopher can’t just move around the wood chips, but it’s a principle of the thing. If his neighbor thinks it’s okay to block part of the ramp, they might think it’s okay to block the whole ramp, that Christopher might not need the ramp, or they might think it’s okay to block Christopher’s concrete path to his ramp. It’s a slippery slope, and most people don’t understand accommodations. He can’t just explain to everyone that his barely-in-code steps are too steep for an eight-year-old with balance issues, but some stairs and some obstacles are okay. That’s at least a five minute conversation if he’s lucky. 

When he was first learning to make accommodations for Christopher, there were a few over thirty minute, endless back and forth conversations that Eddie had with a particularly nosy “HOA board member” who was convinced Eddie was building a meth lab instead of an accessible shower.

So, Eddie unlocks the door and tells Christopher to go on inside and get himself changed and started on his homework, and he goes over to his neighbor’s house to assert himself. Assertively. He can do that. He was in the army.

Assertive and polite, Eddie reminds himself, steeling himself to knock on the door. Right when he goes to knock, though, the door opens and Eddie’s hand winds up swinging forward—

Right into someone’s face.

“Ow! Fuck!” The person says, dropping some cardboard and cradling their face in their hands, “What was that for?”

And Eddie should reply, but the only thing he can really take note of is that the person in front of him is fucking hot. He’s a few inches taller than Eddie, with broad shoulders and biceps that look like they’re about to pop out of his stained t-shirt. He’s in plain shorts that stop above the knee—where his absolutely gigantic thighs peek out—and tennis shoes that look like they’re falling apart.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, through the driest mouth he’s probably ever had, “I was trying to knock.”

Eddie prays that the man’s face is ugly, or that he’s going to be a dick, but when he moves his hand, Eddie can see baby blue (albeit watery) eyes, soft, curly blond hair, plush lips, and a birthmark just above his eye. This guy is a fucking smoke show from head to toe, and instead of looking pissed off, he relaxes and huffs out a laugh. “Were you trying to break my door down or something?”

“You got woodchips on my son’s ramp,” Eddie says, instead of answering.

“I did?” The man blinks, “Sorry! Oh God, sorry, I didn’t notice, I’ve been so busy with the shipment. I promise I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, sighing and feeling all the fight leave him. Of course his new neighbor wasn’t trying to be an ableist asshole, it was just an accident, and Eddie assumed the worst. 

“Sorry, uh, can I squeeze past you?” The man asks, and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s gone somewhere and come back with a broom. Eddie follows him back over to the ramp, where he starts sweeping off the wood.

“This is a little uneven,” The man mentions, “Does your son use a wheelchair? I could redo this for you.”

Eddie bristles at that—the familiar urge rises in the back of his throat. He’s just about to bite back something harsher than his neighbor probably deserves, something about how he doesn’t need help, when Christopher pops his head out the front door.

“Daddy?” Chris asks, “Who’s that?”

“Hey, buddy,” Buck says, before Eddie can introduce him, “I’m Evan Buckley, your new neighbor. Everyone calls me Buck.”

Buck sticks his hand out for Christopher to shake, and if Eddie weren’t so busy trying to give this guy the chance he deserved, he’d be pissed at Buck for ignoring him. Or maybe embarrassed that he forgot to ask Buck for his name. Or that he forgot to introduce himself when he knocked on his door.

Chris introduces himself as, “Christopher Diaz, but everyone calls me Chris,” and gleefully shakes Buck’s hand, jerking it up and down so hard Eddie’s worried he might dislodge it from the socket. And then he’d have to give his sort-of asshole neighbor medical treatment. Whatever.

“What do you even need all these wood chips for, anyway?” Eddie asks, trying not to sound bitter or sarcastic. He’s only mostly sure it works.

“Oh, I’m redoing the lawn,” Buck says, “I’m working to create a few different microfarms in LA. This one’s kind of my first big project. I’m going to be doing an herb garden out here in front, and then in the back I plan on doing some compost and raising some chickens. Maybe some ducks, rabbits—”

“Oh,” Eddie says, because it’s—okay. He understands that his food has to come from somewhere, but he’s hesitant about all this. It sounds like a lot. “So, what, your yard is just gonna be covered in wood chips?”

“Only for the first season,” Buck explains, “To kill the grass.”

“Why would you kill the grass?” Eddie blinks, taken aback.

Buck smiles in a way that, quite frankly, makes Eddie feel condescended to. (If he weren’t so irritated, he might notice the way Buck’s eyes light up and his hands do half the talking for him, adorably excited.) “Lawn grass isn’t actually native to the United States. It was a status symbol in Europe, because only royalty could afford to have their lawns tended to. And here in California, it’s actually detrimental to the local environment to have one. Non-native grass takes a lot of water to maintain, and we just don’t have those resources here. I’m culling the grass in the front yard and the backyard, and doing some water retention gardening to save on the rain that happens our way.”

Eddie’s head hurts. Unfortunately, when he opens his eyes, he sees Christopher’s own, wide and bright with stars.

Oh no.

“That’s so cool!” Chris gasps, “How do you reten—retent?—the water?”

“Chris, why don’t we go inside and stop bothering Buck?” Eddie urges, because if Chris ends up actually liking this man Eddie will move again. He’ll go to Alaska. He’ll take Chris to fucking Mexico if it means never seeing Evan Buckley, his neighbor who he punched and immediately developed a low-simmering irritation for, ever again.