#just tested it and it can be placed in yard hooks

[rohirric-hunter]

I love the Green Dragon keg that only teleports you to the Green Dragon.

[stopthatnel]

towing cars

nsfw under the cut, reblogs are so appreciated lovely’s 🥺

tw: powerplay, roles of authority, oral sex (m! receiving), anal play (and mentions of it), use of sir, use of pet names, degradation/praise, lmk if i missed any.)

deputy! reiner who knows your car and plates a lot more than he’d like to. several noise complaints could be traced back to your sleek red mercedes and for the first few of them, you were off the hook with a warning. the deputy never understood how many ‘warnings’ a single person could manage without actually receiving a ticket until he was dragging himself out of his house to angrily glare at your car circling his cul de saq.

off duty and all, he’s stomping his feet across his yard while muttering about what kind of psychopath was blaring their music this loudly at two in the morning. he’s harshly tapping at the drivers side window with his knuckles, noticing the barely legal tint applied to the glass. when your window rolled down, reiner almost didn’t see the look of irritation that spread on your features. he was taken aback by your doe eyes, glossy lips and rose stained cheeks.

you hadn’t bothered to turn down your stereo as you glared daggers into his head, appalled by the audacity of the complete stranger who decided to dirty your crystal clear windows. in your eyes, he looked like he just rolled out of bed (he did, thanks to you), and needed someone to argue with.

“ma’am, do you know what time it is?” he asks you, holding onto the roof of your car and leaning into the open window. your ditzy eyes looked like they rolled into the back of your head, popping your gum loudly.

“m’sorry, can’t hear ya! try again during business hours hun.” you’re sarcastically saying, already reaching to roll your window back up. but reiner was absolutely too tired for this shit, reaching one of his arms into your car and pulling your keys from its slot and stepping back. “excuse you? give me my fuckin’ keys you psycho!” you gasp, taking your foot off the break.

“ma’am are you under any influence tonight?” reiner asks, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at you. he watches as you sputter, grabbing your phone off the console and stepping out of your vehicle. your outfit left just enough up for imagination, a pink denim belted mini skirt and a too thin tube top barely keeping your breasts confined.

“are you acting’ like a cop right now? i’ll have you know an actual cop lives on this block, loser. give me my keys back ‘fore i call him!” you threaten cluelessly. the deputy is chuckling, daring you to go ahead and call the cop that you ‘knew’. it was only a few awkward seconds before you realized the house the man came from had a deputy car parked front and center in the drive way.

“i’m sure your cop friend is just busy right now, ain’t that right darling?” your gaze nervously reaches his smug face, suddenly overly aware of the new dynamic that just took place. you quickly unlock your phone and text your friend (who sucked at telling you her neighbor cop was literally the deputy) to stay inside the house until you said anything else.

“m’not drunk or anything, swear.” you mutter, propping your cell between your skin and already stretched out top. “then i’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing a quick sobriety test, right?”

reiner almost laughed in your face when you huff, crossing your arms over your chest and turning your nose up. “n’ how’re you gonna do that? you’re in your pajamas.”

“i can hold onto your keys and go change into my uniform if that’ll make you more comfortable. in fact, i can even pull out the deputy car and turn on the sirens if you’d like anymore of a scene than the one you’re already causing, doll.”

your ears are turning red at the way he talked to you, so smugly like he trumped you. truthfully, he did. you just hoped you could get your act together and work your magic on the deputy the same way you’ve worked your charm on the other officers that’ve tried to issue you tickets. and in all honesty, you weren’t drunk.

“i- these heels really hurt my feet!” you pout, pointing to the black stilettos that adorned your feet. “and it’s really hard to walk in ‘em. can i take em off at least?” reiner sucks his teeth, swinging your keychain around his fingers as he shamelessly looks you up and down.

“you had’em on while driving, shouldn’t be too hard to walk in. c’mon, straight line, one foot in front of the other.” he steps back farther into the street, crossing his arms and raising his brow expectantly. he watches the way you huff again, keeping your hands to your sides and eyes focused on the shimmering pavement underneath you. walking towards him, reiner would’ve almost made his point had your ankle not rolled to side, leaving you stumbling for balance. he sighs.

“take ‘em off then.” he could almost see something spark in your eyes, staggering back to your starting point. he’d half expected you to bend over and unclasp the ridiculously tiny ankle straps that kept those heels on your feet, and you do that.

except you turn around and keep your legs shoulder width apart when you do so. reiners jaw almost dropped, your bare cunt and pink plug on display for him to see. you took your time undoing the clasps, doing each one individually, allowing yourself to feel the cool air between your thighs. you could feel his stare, and having said nothing you decided to test the waters a bit more, swinging your hips gently as you moved over to the next clasp.

truth be told, this excited you. the once smart mouthed cop had nothing say at the moment and when you came back up, you twirled around and carelessly plucked your phone from out of your top and placing it on your car hood. you smile giddily as you watch the way his eyes trail over the fabric that inched it’s way down the swell of your breasts, areolas peaking out from the very top now of where they rested.

you stared back at him, noticing just as much as him on his counterpart, a tent in his sweatpants slowly becoming visible. “m’kay, ima try this again. if i fail it this time, you can do whatever ya want. but i’m promisin’ you—”

“get to walking.” he’s gritting, his eyes momentarily unable to meet yours. now, now, he understands why little old you was getting away with just warnings. he see’s your red mercedes almost everywhere after that incident, his face unwillingly turning pink each time, almost afraid to keep looking. but he does, and time after time you’re strutting out of that car with the stilettos that were too hard to walk in as you make your rounds to his neighbors house.

deputy!reiner is unsure if you’re fucking his neighbor, but he wouldn’t find it hard to believe if you were. stepping out of his house alone and pulling your miniskirt (how many of those could one person even own?) down over your ass, popping your gum loudly as you get into your car and never bothering to turn down the previous volume you had on your stereo.

however, there’s only so many times he could handle being awoken from his sleep to your ditzy music, your ditzy cackle, your stupid plump lips blowing bubbles with the gum you seemed to constantly have in your mouth. and tonight, reiner didn’t bother going to sleep. he waited to hear your obnoxiously loud engine going way too fast in the cul de saq, sitting at his window and watching you confidently strut over to porco’s house and go inside.

while you’re in there doing god knows what, he has a boot cradled in his arms and the key tight between his teeth. just as quick as he’d show up, he’d be gone, making himself comfortable in his bed until he hears banging at his front door.

his deal was simple, give him one good reason not to issue you four tickets and have your car towed and he’ll give you the key to the boot and let you go on your merry way. but you stood at his door, arms crossed over your chest and a pout forming on your face as you stammered over your words, intimidated by the confident calm he held over you.

“buh, buh, buh. cats got yer’ tongue tonight, lil lady? but what? why shouldn’t i fine you for that tint, for your reckless driving, for your speeding, and noise disturbance?” he’s relishing in this, he’s feeling a comeback from the way you had him acting out of character that night. “i, fuck man, i don’t even know your name.”

“that’s not necessary doll, deputy is fine with me.”

when tears began welling at your eyes, the deputy would’ve almost felt bad had he not known you’d do anything to get out of a tough situation. but with that knowledge in mind, he invited you in, pulling out a seat from his (way too big for one person) dining table and sat directly across from you as if he was about to interrogate you.

“are you seriously going to boot my car? i literally need it, and i- i don’t have the funds to get it out of the yard. this is so fucked up, i didn’t even have my music that loud.”

“i heard it from my bedroom, darling.” reiner lies, a phony sympathetic smile plastered on his face. “look, out of four tickets, im asking for one reason.” he attempts to reason with you. one tear from the welling at your water line slipped past your lashes, groaning and throwing your head into your palms.

“deputy please,” you beg. “i won’t even come ‘round here no more, you’ll never hear from me again. promise!” reiner audibly tsks at your words in disapproval. “not a reason darling. i’ll be calling the tow company and you can head on with the car n’ em.”

the lot of emotions that swirled through your mind almost clouded your eyes from seeing the egging, smug smirk that was plastered onto the deputy’s face. almost, however, is a very important word. you hurriedly wiped your cheeks clean from the saline that stained them, sniffling your nose and picking up your phone. reiner sat and watched you quietly, tapping away at the glass, eager to see your next move. were you going to call someone, perhaps porco next door? after all, you had just came from his house, maybe he’d provide you with some help.

but instead you placed your phone face down on the table and huffed, turning your nose up. “so?” the blonde asks, curious as to what was behind those pretty eyes. reiner wasn’t really going to boot your car and give you four tickets, he wasn’t even on the clock. he just wanted to shake you up a little bit, just enough to allow him a good nights rest. but the way you leaned into his dining table with those big wide eyes of yours and fixed your lips to say,

“you’re right, i was being disrespectful. is there anything i can do to make this up to you? i’ll be a good girl, sir.”

had him thinking back to your pretty pussy bent over on display. god the nights of him closing his eyes and picturing himself just acting on the moment, pulling his sweats down fucking your pussy dumb right on the hood of your car, so dumb that you don’t question him, his authority. promising to be a good girl, just for him.

that smug grin of his seemed to be widening more and more as he stared at you, his biggest giveaway being the way his eyes relaxed, peering at you through his thick lashes. he didn’t jump, or give any tell of the way shimmied closer to the edge of your seat; but your ankles are finding themselves crossed with his, the sound of those too high stilettos clicking underneath the two of you. he clasps his hands in front of him, leaning into your bold movements with a simple cock of the brow. he wanted you to do it.

in fact, he dared you.

“how are you going to make it up? what do you have that could make me give this a blind eye?” he questions you. your ankle inched up his calve the minute his lips closed, watching him carefully as you did. the way he sat there nonchalantly would have made you believe that he could pass a lie detector while lying through his teeth, but that was all for null. seeing as the tip of your heel found what it was looking for, you grinned at the feeling of hardness underneath it.

but that wasn’t enough for you or him, and you don’t hesitate to draw your legs back into your body and slyly unclasp the buckle holding the shoe to your feet. he’s clearing his throat as a cover up to stifle the groan he lets out when he feels you press up onto his crotch, wrapping his calloused hands around your ankle and roughly yanking you forward.

“if you’re doing what i think you’re doing sugar, i need to hear you say it.” he mutters thickly. he’s looking at you through his lashes, waiting for your pouty lips to tell him exactly what you were trying to do, shamelessly at that. but you had to save yourself some dignity, and in return you refused to do that. “what do you think i’m doing, sir?” your heartbeat thumped loudly behind your chest, noticing the way his grip tightened around your skin when you repeated the use of ‘sir’.

reiner oh so definitely wanted to hear you say it, but he couldn’t help it, feeling the ball your foot press back and forth against his awfully hard dick was nothing more than magic to make him speak. “i think you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you like a whore, sweetheart.” reiner never failed to notice the little twinkle in your eye as the pet name drawled from his lips. something about his southern accent saying the nastiest things in the sweetest way.

“do you wanna?” you smack at the gum between your teeth, obnoxiously popping bubbles. reiner’s smirk dropped, tilting his head at your question. he was getting too far in, desperately drawn to your words but he needed to be the one in control here. after all, he did have the key to the boot that kept you here in the first place.

“do you deserve it?”

“it’s not about whether or not i deserve it, it’s about whether or not you’re into it. sir.”

reiner sweeps your ankle off his lap and pushes his chair back, standing up and walking over to your side. he places a palm down onto the table in front of you, the other resting gently on your bare shoulder. he leans into your ear and whispers, “and if i am into it, do you still think you’d deserve to have that slutty cunt of yours split on my cock? you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass, y’know.”

you fluttered your eyes closed at his words, the degrading tone making you cross your legs together. even without reopening them, you can feel his eyes like daggers in your face, expecting a response out of you. you take a shaky breath, opening your lids slowly and glancing at his hand before gently taking his wrist between your comparatively small fingers. you mumble something, something reiner genuinely didn’t hear. he leaned closer into you.

“what’s that?”

“take this as an ‘i’m sorry’.” this time, reiner heard you loud and clear. but just to feel it, he lazily takes his hand off your shoulder and hooks his finger underneath you chin, asking you to repeat that last part. he looks into your eyes, amber but dark as ever.

“m’sorry.”

“show me how sorry you are.” his hand reaches over to the nape of your neck, pulling your cheek to meet the white fabric of his tank top, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath. he look down at you as you place your hands on his hips, fingers blindly dancing at the elastic of his sweats. i could’ve just been a coincidence that he was wearing the exact same outfit as the night you’d flashed him, but it wasn’t. this is how that night should’ve played out, he’s thinking. he should’ve had you choking around his shaft with tears in your eyes just as you are now.

gasping for air as he throws his head back, thrusting into your mouth as he holds your hair up to see you pretty face trying desperately to take a solid gasp of air. he’s grunting at the way your tongue still manages to flatten against the underside of his dick, curling around it to cover your bottom teeth. the drool that coated the elastic of his waistband (which you hadn’t even bothered to tug down fully) didn’t affect him in anyway, barely reaching your chin at every gag you made.

his dick was big, thick and veiny. it was heavy in your mouth, pulsating against your tongue. he was surprisingly neatly trimmed, only a tuft of a blonde landing strip at the base of his happy trail. the mushroom tip was a deep purple color from your throat closing around him so tightly. he tapped it against your hanging tongue, his shaky breaths rocking his upper body as he stares at the submission he’s been seeking.

it wasn’t enough.

he needed more. he needed those tears to count for something, not just his cock bullying your uvula. it should bully your cunt too, but in time. you’re dragging the back of your palm across your mouth in an attempt to clean up the slobbery mess you’ve created, jaw sore from how wide he’d kept it open. “up, c’mon sweetheart. on ya’ feet.”

he watched in satisfaction as you stood up without hesitation, without a word, without a snarky attitude. he wondered where the gum in your mouth had went, and he takes your cheeks into one hand, squishing them to open your mouth. he slips his finger past your red lips and you open up wider, closing your eyes as you feel him press onto your tongue and swipe along under it. you seemed to know what he was looking for, “i swallowed it.” you’re speaking around his digit. he raised his brows up but made no comment, stepping back and using the spit he’d collected to help him tug at his length.

“you sure know how to give a show don’t ya’?” he asks you, watching as he pulls his sweats down further over his thighs. you tilt your head wordlessly, becoming a bit shy as his eyes danced over your figure. you go to tug the leather mini skirt just a bit over your ass, only to be met with that familiar tsking the deputy seemed very fond of aiming at you. you gaze up at him, halting in your actions as he shamelessly stroked his cock.

“tell me, darling. you got that pink plug stuffed in yer’ lil asshole today?” his words sounded slurred, drunk even. you shake your head no, had you known he was seeking it you might’ve just humored him. he chuckled, mumbling something about having something else he could shove in there.

“bend over the table for me.” he tells you, following right behind you. when your chest hits the table you look back at him, admiring the gold between your legs. you wondered what went through his mind, but the quick flicks of his hand wrapped around his leaking tip told you more than you needed to know. his eyes glance over to your peering eyes, “face forward, slut. did i say you could look?” he snaps.

your eyes widen momentarily as you snap your neck forward, then closing them in… embarrassment? your cheeks are heating up, taking in slow breaths as you anticipate his next move. his rough hands are somewhat gentle as he yanks your barely there skirt fully over your ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh. “i wonder what was going on in that empty little head of yours that night,” he mumbles to himself, “were you looking to get fucked?” he elicits a soft gasp from you when he pulls your thighs farther apart, tapping the taut skin of your asshole with his thumb.

“or did you already get fucked? was that plug just to keep your little boyfriend’s cum stuffed in you?” you hum as his fingers drag down to your slit, spreading your lips apart with his middle finger between them. “i- ah, he’s not my boyfriend!” reiner chuckles at your exclamation, but doesn’t dwell on it too much as he pursues his lips and spits onto his finger, mixing it in with your slick.

“i bet he won’t be after this for sure, ain’t that right sugar? you’re gonna be a good girl and listen t’me, huh?” reiner is still waiting for syour answer as you whine from the width of his fingers, slowly inching into your cunt. “yes, i- i’m sorry.” reiner almost laughed at you, all of that snotty brat behavior went where exactly? two knuckles deep into you and it’s gone, you’re a quiet whimpering slut.

so, he laughs.

“what’re… oh fuck- what are you laughing about?” you ask, squeezing your eyes tightly as he curls his fingers into you. the deputy doesn’t respond to you, simply fucking into your pussy with his digits, trying to stretch you out. if it’s one thing about the deputy, he was in control, and being in control called for an awareness that the normal person wouldn’t typically project.

and reiner knew his cock would stretch your little hole out until it was molded to the shape of him, and a little help wouldn’t be an issue for him to give. your pussy spasmed around his fingers, but reiner was a bit confused. he expected you to be loud, matching your boisterous actions. however your eyes remained shut tight, small gasps and whines escaping through your nose. your hands held onto the corner of the table tightly, and for a moment reiner almost doubted whether or not you felt good.

but when he thrusted into you, the gasp you’d let out was nothing short of an ego boost to the deputy. the squeals tumbling from your lips, the incoherent mumbles of words that could’ve been apologies or gratitude played no roll in the way reiner’s hips met yours, and with such animalistic growls coming from him you almost didn’t believe it.

his hands meet the skin flush on his thighs, pulling your own thighs wider apart as he digs into your stomach. he felt so deep you’d swear if you put your hand over your belly you’d feel him. and speaking of your hands, they gripped the sleek wood beneath you tightly, promising yourself not to run from his assault on your cunt.

“fuck, i was laughing ‘cus this is how i was supposed to have this pretty pussy. if you wanted,” he pushes down on your back with one hand, digging in deep and leans forward. he was bottomed out, nipping at the stretchy fabric of your tube top with his teeth. he’s pulling it down hastily, his skin feels hot against your back. “you could’ve just asked to be fucked right. i wouldn’t say no, especially not to a brat like you.”

while his voice was strained, he still somehow managed to speak to you in a belittling manner. your nails dig into the surface beneath you, crying out as he draws his hips back and then slamming it back flush.

“oh my fucking god!”

“there ain’t nothing godly about this, darlin’. how about reiner, how about you call for me.”

you couldn’t even process the fact that he finally told you his name, but you’re calling it, over and over like a prayer. his hands won’t stop moving, pressing down on your shoulders, holding the skin of your ass apart and spitting his drool onto your asshole.

he was watching the way it would drip down to your split open cunt, disappearing in the mess you’ve already made on his dick. so fuckin’ pretty, your head was spinning from the contrasting nothings and something he was whispering to you. he was calling you a slut, but it’s okay because you’re his pretty slut, and he was going to fuck your attitude into place.

he was most definitely keeping his word, dropping his leg from the chair and lifting you up and flipping you over. you finally get a good look at him, sweat beaded at his brow, his cheeks were pink, and best of all, the shit eating smirk was back and full blown. he doesn’t let you think too long, dragging you to the edge and lining himself back up to your hole. wasting no time, he dips back in slowly, watching the way your face stared down at where the two of you connected, panting and relishing in the way he stretched you out.

about halfway, he’s giving you slow languid thrusts, taking the tempo to catch his breath. “fuck me back baby,” he says, cupping the rounds of your ass under him. you prop yourself up onto your elbows, rolling your hips into his thrusts, stifling a moan when the mushroom tip of his cockhead nudges at your gspot.

“you take this dick so good… fuckin’ made fr’ it.”

[punsmaster69]

11/DEC/20XX

"Papyrus wanted all of us to show you how we use magic in our daily lives, so you could maybe try something similar..."

alphys clicked something on her desk.

"But you, uh."

"Already know."

"..What I do with mine."

making a small gesture to the pile of machinery.

"Can I see your arm for a second?"

she strapped something with a small screen to my left arm's ulna. it somewhat resembles a watch.

alphys picked up another device with two cord-like attachments dangling from it.

"And, the best place for this part is..."

her eyes drifted down, settling on my ribcage.

promptly handing it to me, she took a step back.

"I'll... have you do that part yourself."

inspecting the device in my hand confirmed the theory i had that it was a monitoring system of some kind.

the frigid air inside the lab became more apparent than before upon removing my shirt.

easily enough, i fixed the monitor to the center of my sternum, inside the ribcage; this thing now facing my soul.

the aforementioned cord-like attachments still dangled in place from the monitor.

"say..."

"these cords."

"they goin' where i think?"

"Yeah- to your soul. Should have mentioned that sooner. S-sorry."

"you're good."

with those hooked up, the screen on the other device lit up.

putting a shirt and a jacket between them didn't seem to affect communication between the two devices.

"alright."

"what now?"

lifting my arm to look closer at the screen on my ulna, she pressed and held a button on the side.

blue for a few seconds, it soon switched to light up yellow instead.

"It'll take a day to fully calibrate to you, but it should still be accurate enough in the meantime."

"cool."

"what's it do?"

"OH!"

"This... device I don't have a name for..."

"Tracks how high your magic levels are."

"It'll beep and become red when your magic gets dangerously high."

"i take it i'm gonna be seeing this yellow screen a lot."

"It's gonna be that way for most of the time, as long as you're still working through your magic overflow condition."

"figures."

𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗽.

".....?"

it's turned red.

alphys panicked a little.

"O-Oh, god."

"That was fast."

"Do you want me to call Papyrus for you?"

"i'll get home fine."

"might do me some good to use my shortcuts, anyway."

"thanks for keeping an eye on me, alph."

"seeya."

"Let me know if it starts, like."

"Exploding or anything."

"will do."

i took a step out of the lab and another into my room.

𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.

the screen's red lessened.

testing it out with a few more, i walked out of my room to just the front yard and back.

𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.

yellow.

don't have to estimate based on how much my head hurts anymore.

sick.

science rules.

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[Sloppy writing.]

statement retracted it does not rule this thing woke me up twice already

definitely not finished calibrating yet.

[gelus-ugs]

I think she likes you ~ Xavier Thorpe x Gender Neutral! Reader

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Prompt: [Y/n] was quiet and reserved, never talking to anyone and always seen by themselves. During dinner, [Y/n] was nowhere to be seen - as if they had never existed in the first place - only to reappear the next morning. This strange behavior intrigued a certain Addams, especially with the Hyde running wild - and unfortunately, she dragged the tortured artist with her.

Reader has a pet creature that’s basically Appa from Avatar the Last Airbender. However, you can imagine it however you’d like

Update: I haven’t heard anything about the Percy Hynes White situation, so I’m opening back up requests for Xavier Thorpe!

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Xavier internally groaned as he swiftly followed the teen through the halls of Nevermore on behalf of Wednesday’s orders. Thing rested on his shoulder, keeping the male company.

Pretty soon, Xavier realized where the teen was headed. He came to a halt, picking up Thing and setting him on the ground.

“They’re going to their dorm room. Keep an eye on them, and warn me if they’re going back out”

Thing gave Xavier a thumbs up before scurrying after [Y/n]. Once the hand was out of sight, Xavier found a corner to hide in just in case [Y/n] came down the halls.

After a few minutes, Thing came padding down the hallway - signing that [Y/n] wasn’t far behind. Xavier perched Thing back on his shoulder and waited for [Y/n] to pass so he could continue to follow the teen.

Once [Y/n] turned down the hallway, an abnormally large bag could be seen hooked over their shoulders as it ever so slightly bounced with every step they took.

Xavier quickly followed behind, careful not to get himself caught. He followed [Y/n] through the back of the school and to the woods, not far from where the trail to his art shed was.

[Y/n] led Xavier through the woods for 15 minutes before entering an underground cave. Hesitating, Xavier took a shaky breath and prepared for the worst before following behind [Y/n].

Once Xavier entered the cave, his eyes went wide as his mouth fell agape. The entrance was as big as a house and it stretched for yards, what could possibly be in here other than Sasquatch himself?

Xavier mentally pep-talked himself before walking down the dimly lit cave. It was a straight path with a few sharp turns, but it wasn’t as long of a walk as it seemed. After a few minutes, Xavier saw a source of light coming from behind a sharp corner.

The male proceeded with caution, tiptoeing his way towards the light and cautiously peeking around the corner. With all the deep breaths and pep-talks Xavier gave himself, nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight before him.

It was a creature - at least a quarter of the size of Nevermore. It looked like a combination of a bison and a manatee - with a few unique features neither of the species had.

The creature was covered in fur with a set of horns on the top of its head. It had three pairs of furry legs and its tail was wide and flat, hanging off its lower back.

Xavier had never seen an animal like this before. Hell - he had never even heard about one. It was so unique and different, he was sure that it would’ve been his favorite animal as a kid.

[Y/n] was in front of the large animal, mindlessly digging through their bag before pulling out what seemed like a ridiculously large chunk of meat.

[Y/n] carried it to the large animal, setting it down before backing up to give the animal some space to eat. [Y/n] sat down on the rocky ground of the cave, smiling to themself.

“[Name]. Her name is [Name]”

[Y/n] suddenly spoke, which caught Xavier off guard. The male said nothing, holding his breath to test if [Y/n] was talking to him or themself.

[Y/n] sat in silence before turning their head in Xavier’s direction, quickly making eye contact and surprising the male.

“I know you’re there”

Xavier hesitated before walking from behind the corner, revealing his full self - along with Thing perched on his shoulder. [Y/n] motioned for Xavier to come closer, to which the male obliged.

As Xavier neared the teen, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on the large animal - feeling intimidated by its presence. [Y/n], too, eyed the creature - smiling as they got up to gently stroke one of its front legs.

“What is that?”

Xavier finally asked, his brain itching to know the truth.

“A rare species of bison”

[Y/n] answered, chuckling when they received a light nudge from the nose of said creature. Xavier stood in awe, a few feet away from the bison in fear to get too close. [Y/n] smiled, lightly tilting their head,

“You can come close and pet her. [Name]’s really friendly, she doesn’t bite”

The animal leaned towards Xavier, lowering its head to allow the male to pet it. Xavier looked back at [Y/n] - the teen giving him a nod of encouragement - before he looked back at the bison and gently pet its head.

The creature let out a noise of content, which encouraged Xavier to continue. [Y/n] smiled, petting the fur on [Name]’s leg.

“Look at that. I think she likes you”

[sheliesshattered]

It feels like ages since I last posted an update for my Rhaenyra cosplay for Dragon Con 2023, but the last four weeks has been nothing but attaching the narrow trim to the seamlines of the overdress -- a tedious and fiddly process that had to be done by hand, and the trim had to be sewn down on both sides despite how narrow it is. I made good progress on it day to day, but the pictures were rather boring and similar week to week.

The nine vertical seams that have trim (no trim at center back, per the screen-used costume) come to a total of 447 inches. Sewing down each edge of the trim doubles that to 894 inches, or just under 25 yards of handsewing just to get the trim attached. At 7 or 8 stitches per inch, I figure that's something like 7000 itty bitty invisible stitches. Plus another two yards or so for basting the center front trim to make sure it was really centered once sewn down.

No wonder it took me four weeks, lol.

I still need to put the narrow trim on the edges of the sleeves, and I might get started on that today while watching Fourth of July movies (Independence Day and Hamilton at a minimum, maybe a few others), at least do the ironing to curve the trim slightly and baste it in place if nothing else. We're going to a friend's place for dinner and fireworks tonight, and while I certainly don't want to haul the entire (silk!) dress out of the house with me, taking one or both sleeves to sew on the ~30 minute drive over might not be a bad idea.

Besides getting going on the sleeve trim, now that the narrow trim is finished on the dress itself I've also been able to shift gears and start focusing on the wide neckline trim. I did a whole series of pinned tests to figure out what I wanted the center front to look like, how to make the pattern come together in the most visually pleasing way, and Jack helped me pick out the best option. Yesterday I trimmed the first two pieces to length and carefully handsewed the center front seam so the pattern matches up exactly:

The raw edges are currently just tucked under and pinned, and I need to figure out how much extra I want to leave -- enough so it won't fray or unravel, but not so much that the center front is weirdly puffy or stiff. This trim is at least partially polyester so I have been able to singe the cut edges to keep everything in place. I might be able to carefully do that on the center front edges, too.

After thinking about it overnight, I think I'm going to do this same treatment at center back, that mirroring of the pattern, and then just let the shoulder seams be whatever. The wig will mostly cover the center back, but eh I'd rather have the symmetry there.

So the next major task is getting all this neckline trim cut and placed, handsewn to the neckline of the dress and frayed ends all tucked safely away. It's going to be a bit tedious, especially at the shoulder seams, but hopefully it won't take me weeks and weeks like the narrow trim did!

Getting that wide trim in place is the last thing blocking getting the grommets in, so I'll be heading straight into that once the trim is even just mostly applied. There are things like the hem and the question of needing a modesty panel at center back that I can't even start on until I can lace the whole dress closed. And if it comes right down to it, I can cut corners on things like beading and the styling of the wig, or sewing a little bag to carry my stuff in. But the dress absolutely must have closures, or it's not really a dress, lol.

Given that, I think the order of operations is more or less: neckline trim, then grommets at center back and armscye/top of sleeve. Then hooks and eyes at the wrists, and a hem for the dress. Wig styling is probably the next highest priority, then the bag to carry stuff with me since the dress has no pockets. Then finishing the underdress, sewing on the large beads at waist and wrists, and then the tiny beads over the neckline trim. I've got one or two little adjustments to do to the jewelry that should probably come before the little seed beads on the neckline, but hopefully I'll be able to get to all of it in the next 8 weeks (!!) until I need to pack for Dragon Con.

I've also gathered basically all the components for my Harley Quinn cosplay, just waiting on one length of lining fabric to arrive -- but I'll talk all about that in its own post sometime soon here.

Eight weeks feels like hardly any time at all, especially given that I spent the last four weeks on what ended up being just one check mark on my rather long to-do list. But I am thrilled with how the dress is looking, and the narrow trim was definitely worth doing. It makes the dress look so much more like the screen-used costume.

Hokay. Time for movies and sewing. Here's hoping I can get through that to-do list in the next 58 days!

[pigeonfancier]

Painting is almost done! First picture was earlier in the staining process - the bottom picture is how the setup will look towards the end. Currently still need to buy a finishing oil to slap on top of everything, less for preservation, and more just to get the saturated, wet look, because the brown stain goes very matte in direct light.

But I’m very torn on what oil to use. I want it to be food safe, less because I will be consuming meals off of my fucking deck floor or railings, and more to prevent it fucking with my planters’ soil. And also, because I’m allergic to a lot of things that I am just not interested in testing out if the allergy continues after polymerisation. I was eyeing up Milk Paint’s Outdoor Defense Oil, which is a mixture of pine and tung, but someone in Louisiana claims that it caused his house to mold, and that is definitely not ideal. Ohio isn’t nearly as warm or humid as Louisiana, but we do have an excess fucking amount of mold 24/7, so..

Tung oil by itself isn’t terribly plausible, because it rapidly cures in direct sunlight, and it can’t get wet for about a month afterwards. There is absolutely no period in Ohio’s springs/summers where it’s dry outside and cloudy, so I might have to wait until October to varnish in that case, and: nooo, I want it done before that.

Other option might be hemp oil..? It doesn’t offer up the sort of high gloss that I want, but it does look fine enough matte that I’m not sure if I necessarily care. Jury seems to be out from reviews and woodworking forums and reddit on how useful hemp oil is for an outdoor deck, though, or even on wood at all? But it’s cheap enough that I suppose it won’t really matter if it doesn’t help much, when the alternative is leaving the wood entirely unsealed save for the paint. IDK! I’ll see.

Still to do after this:

cut and hook a hanging/mounted dining table to the rails

paint wooden barstools to match the table

finish painting the remaining planters, and the greenhouse’s baseboards

set up the trellis on the side of the greenhouse exterior, set up a frame on the interior to hang these damn curtains on

re-varnish the deck itself, because it’s gotten a little sloppy

decide if I’m doing a white pathway painted on top of the deck? less for any aesthetic reason, and entirely so I can walk barefoot without burning the fuck out of my feet

collect and sand the old spare wood, pull out the bench sides and go ahead and start setting those up

make some 2x2x3 planters for each corner for the trees, and two in front of the greenhouse for flowers

make a gate and hook it to both deck exits, so I can keep DOMINO AWAY FROM MY FUCKING PLANTSSS.

That all feels like it’s entirely 2much, but heyyy, I’ve got all summer! My heart says grind it out, but my heart is a cruel and vindictive creature with ulterior motives, so we’re listening to other people’s brains instead on this. Yard work seems to go okay and not cause chest pains when I adhere to “one hour work, two hours rest”, and I think I’ll wind the ‘one hour’ down when it involves anything that’s.. laborous, I suppose, and stick to that timetable.

I’m used to just gauging if I’m tired and need a break, but I’ve been forced to acknowledge that I am kind of absolute shit at that lately, haha. That’s fine, though, it’s arguably why I’m wearing this allergenic little hell-watch in the first place: even if you’re unreliable, medical equipment is generally not. So I will trust my watch and other peoples’ judgement on this, and just keep everything on specific time limits.

I also need to plant some more shit.. I had specific plans aesthetically that kind of depended on getting this amaranth seed in, and it has just been completely lost in the mail instead, lol. So I either need to buy new seed, or just figure out if the quinoa I’m growing is going to be bright enough to substitute. Maybe if I put the cockscomb with it? IDK. We’ll see!

[audio-luddite]

Speakers.

Oh where to start! I have built all my "main" speakers since I was very young. My carpentry skills are acceptable now but my basic sonic design is pretty damn good. Over this educational experience I have learned quite a lot.

First thing is if you know what you are doing you can build speakers for a fraction of commercial products. 10 to 1 is not unreasonable. Of course the knowing what you are doing is the tricky bit.

Second thing is if you hook up a powerful enough amplifier sound will come out and it can be fine even with a less that fine speaker. It takes a serious problem to make a significant difference. That is why so many speakers sound fine.

Third if you go online looking for kits and advice and parts you will encounter a great deal of noise and confusion.

After this it is all chaos.

There are speakers built with every imaginable method, and philosophy and design theory. This is where the compromises start. A given product will tout their particular method or concept as the best or most perfect at the same time as being the exact opposite of some other theory making the same claims.

Large panel planar speakers can have amazing presence but suffer severe phase cancellation, mechanical compression, and diffraction effects. Box speakers may be phase aligned and tuned to an extreme degree, but totally miss "something".

A speaker may have an impedance curve that looks like a roller coaster ride and may be great with one type of amplifier or damage or just sound bad with another.

Then you have to live with them. I saw an ad for a huge speaker taller than a man that looks like a grandfather clock on steroids. Not in my house people. Ugly does not begin to describe it. I also cannot countenance having 1950s era horn speakers that were supposed to hide behind a motion picture screen. Big Grey, industrial and yes ugly. I do not have a man-cave or back yard shed, few people do, its gotta be in my living room.

And yet with all the complexities there are hundreds of choices in the market for consumer products and you can buy everything you need to make your own. Most will work well enough to satisfy 90% of the people 90% of the time.

It gets bad if you are an audiophile or want to be. Then you get upgrade fever and have to try something new. Oh this looks good. Oh that gets good reviews. If you change something you will hear new things and call them an improvement. On and on it goes. Forever.

So I build my own. I called my last set invisible. They are not really invisible, but certainly stealth. A lot of people do not see them when they first come into the room. At least one hi-fi nut I know asked me where the sound is coming from. He was used to big boxes out in the middle of the room. The sound was just at and beyond the wall, my fireplace actually.

Are there compromises? Yes. For years I avoided vented Bass Reflex speakers. They work by resonating at tuned frequencies so very low notes need to excite that resonance so the first wave is kinda lost. They are not as fast or immediate but only in the Bass. The advantage is that you get effectively a larger woofer in a given space.

Yet they work remarkably well. If there is a big drum you hear a BIG drum. The initial thwack may be attenuated, but the rumble is definitely there.

Many reviewers quote anechoic response or test for it. Useless and misleading. You do not live in an anechoic room. Even outside in the middle of a field is only quasi anechoic. Your home not even close. The size of the room and how you place your speakers has a fundamental impact of frequency response and performance. At specific places in any room there are nodes and dead spots. There are bright spots from reflections off walls. Is there a standard living room for tests? Nope.

And for all this most speakers work fine. Oh you may wish for more bass or something. Party animals like it loud and thumping. Ok to each their own. That kind of audience needs different speakers than I do.

There is no best or perfect speaker. I like mine.

[grillsadvisor]

Weber Original Kettle 22-Inch Charcoal Grill Review & Test

Throughout this article, we'll deep dive into the unique features of the Weber Original Kettle 22-Inch Charcoal Grill, from its heat control and superior heat retention to its one-touch cleaning system. Whether you're a seasoned griller or a newbie looking to make your first 'sizzling' impression, this post will serve as your guide to understanding the true value that this Weber grill brings to the table. Weber Original Kettle 22-Inch Charcoal Grill Features Heat Retention and Control As someone who has used a myriad of grills, the Weber Original Kettle 22-Inch Charcoal Grill truly stands out. This grill offers unmatched, superior heat retention due to its ultra-durable, porcelain-enameled lid and bowl. Just last weekend, I decided to cook a thick, juicy steak for a family gathering. With many grills, maintaining a consistent temperature is a real challenge. But with this Weber grill, the dampers allowed for precise temperature control, enabling me to reach that perfect medium-rare steak. Grilling Capacity and Efficiency A couple of months ago, we hosted a neighborhood barbecue, and the Weber grill proved its efficiency. It comfortably held up to 13 burgers, all made using a Weber burger press. Despite the large quantity, the burgers were cooked evenly, showcasing the grill's superior heat retention once again. Ease of Cleanup Cleaning up after a long day of grilling can be a hassle. However, the Weber Original Kettle 22-Inch Charcoal Grill has a One-Touch cleaning system that makes this task a breeze. After a recent grilling session, I was able to remove the aluminum ash catcher and dispose of the ash quickly. No fuss, no muss. Durability and Mobility One thing I've always appreciated about this grill is its robust construction. I've had this grill for several years now, and despite it being exposed to various weather elements, the finish has prevented any rusting, cracking, or peeling. Moreover, its durable wheels have made moving it around the yard an effortless task, making it perfect for any location at a moment's notice. Safety and Convenience We mustn't forget about safety. The Weber grill comes with a warning about California’s Proposition 65, due to the potential exposure to nickel. This transparency is reassuring. Moreover, its small conveniences like the angled lid hook really heighten the grilling experience. No need to place the lid on the ground while grilling, it simply hangs on the side of the grill. In conclusion, the Weber Original Kettle 22-Inch Charcoal Grill has made each grilling session an enjoyable and effortless experience. It’s a grill built for everyone, from the novice to the master griller, like myself. Final Thoughts Read the full article

[crouchthornton87]

Does The Thought Of Interior Design Leave You Seeing Spots? Help Is Here!

Interior design isn't just for professionals; it can be for everyday people like you too! Designing the home of your dreams doesn't have to require an expansive wallet or a hoard of professionals. Start your journey of interior design with the simple tips below and you are sure to see your way to success! Keep in mind the usage of the room space when you are planning a design. If you are decorating your child's bedroom, you may consider using lively and bold colors to match their personality. However, those hues would not be good choices for a study or library, for example. When choosing colors for your interior design, avoid going with fads. Olive green walls may have been popular once upon a time, but it can make your home look dated. Go for neutral colors that can withstand the test of time. That way, you would not feel like you have to repaint every year. When designing an office, make sure the space is functional. The ideal work space must be well-lit and outfitted with a reasonably comfortable chair and functional work surface. The area has to be conducive to work. You will spend a lot of time here. Once you are sure the space will be properly set up for work, you can start thinking about how to make it visually appealing. Anyone who is designing a room in their house would be wise to incorporate hang art on the walls. Artwork does a great job of making your room look complete. Just make sure you choose a piece or two that meshes with the current decor of the room you are designing. Never try to decorate a room without removing clutter first. Virtually every house needs a thorough cleanup from time to time. Empty your closets and get rid of anything you no longer need. Think about donating restaurant interior design or selling them at a yard sale. When you are getting ready to paint a room, paint just a portion of a wall first, and wait a few days before you decide. You can avoid the hassle and added cost of re-painting a poor color choice by seeing how you feel about it after a couple of days. Choose bathroom lighting carefully. In a bathroom, a single overhead light will cast an unwanted shadow, making it difficult to apply makeup or shave. A sconce on either side of the medicine cabinet will offer an even amount of light, perfect for grooming. Incandescent lighting is preferable to fluorescent lights, which can create a bluish tone. It can be difficult to decorate a basement because you cannot possibly imagine what you could do in such a dark and gloomy place. If you use some brighter colors and fabrics, you can turn your dark, damp, depressing basement into a place where you will want to spend time with your family. If you have shabby, out of date looking kitchen appliances, consider painting them. There are new appliance paints on the market that can change white to silver or silver to black, depending on your taste. You can find them in most hardware stores. This is an easy way to update your kitchen without spending a lot on new appliances. Incorporating trending design elements can really improve the look of a room. Keeping up with trends makes your room feel modern and relevant. These elements should just be used as accents. If your leopard print pillows begin to look dated, you can easily get something new. It's harder to replace an animal print sofa. When designing a child's room put yourself in their shoes. Get down and look at the design plan from their perspective. This will help you when you hang shelves or hooks for them to use. You don't want to put these fixtures so high that your child will not be able to use them. Pedestal tubs give a bathroom an elegant feel. These tubs give off a classic appearance and are a fine piece of craftsmanship. A shower attachment can be fixed to a pole or you could opt for a handheld shower head. There are many choices at home improvement stores. Interior design has something to offer everyone, including you. Don't feel overwhelmed by the ideas you have just read, take notes instead. Take the time and think your inspired designs through. The tips in the article above can just be the starting point in the wonderful world of interior design!

[yu59pennington]

Does The Thought Of Interior Design Leave You Seeing Spots? Help Is Here!

Interior design isn't just for professionals; it can be for everyday people like you too! Designing the home of your dreams doesn't have to require an expansive wallet or a hoard of professionals. Start your journey of interior design with the simple tips below and you are sure to see your way to success! Keep in mind the usage of the room space when you are planning a design. If you are decorating your child's bedroom, you may consider using lively and bold colors to match their personality. However, those hues would not be good choices for a study or library, for example. When choosing colors for your interior design, avoid going with fads. Olive green walls may have been popular once upon a time, but it can make your home look dated. Go for neutral colors that can withstand the test of time. That way, you would not feel like you have to repaint every year. When designing an office, make sure the space is functional. The ideal work space must be well-lit and outfitted with a reasonably comfortable chair and functional work surface. The area has to be conducive to work. You will spend a lot of time here. Once you are sure the space will be properly set up for work, you can start thinking about how to make it visually appealing. Anyone who is designing a room in their house would be wise to incorporate hang art on the walls. Artwork does a great job of making your room look complete. Just make sure you choose a piece or two that meshes with the current decor of the room you are designing. Never try to decorate a room without removing clutter first. Virtually every house needs a thorough cleanup from time to time. Empty your closets and get rid of anything you no longer need. Think about donating items or selling them at a yard sale. When you are getting ready to paint a room, paint just a portion of a wall first, and wait a few days before you decide. You can avoid the hassle and added cost of re-painting a poor color choice by seeing how you feel about it after a couple of days. Choose bathroom lighting carefully. In a bathroom, a single overhead light will cast an unwanted shadow, making it difficult to apply makeup or shave. A sconce on either side of the medicine cabinet will offer an even amount of light, perfect for grooming. Incandescent lighting is preferable to fluorescent lights, which can create a bluish tone. It can be difficult to decorate a basement because you cannot possibly imagine what you could do in such a dark and gloomy place. If you use some brighter colors and fabrics, you can turn your dark, damp, depressing basement into a place where you will want to spend time with your family. If you have shabby, out of date looking kitchen appliances, consider painting them. There are new appliance paints on the market that can change white to silver or silver to black, depending on your taste. You can find them in most hardware stores. This is an easy way to update your kitchen without spending a lot on new appliances. Incorporating trending design elements can really improve the look of a room. Keeping up with trends makes your room feel modern and relevant. These elements should just be used as accents. If your leopard print pillows begin to look dated, you can easily get something new. It's harder to replace an animal print sofa. When designing a child's room put yourself in their shoes. Get down and look at the design plan from their perspective. This will help you when you hang shelves or hooks for them to use. You don't want to put these fixtures so high that your child will not be able to use them. Pedestal tubs give a bathroom an elegant feel. These tubs give off a classic appearance and are a fine piece of craftsmanship. A shower attachment can be fixed to a pole or you could opt for a handheld shower head. There are many choices at home improvement stores. Interior design has something to offer everyone, including you. bar design feel overwhelmed by the ideas you have just read, take notes instead. Take the time and think your inspired designs through. The tips in the article above can just be the starting point in the wonderful world of interior design!

[thebisexualdogdad]

!! can you do headcannons or a fic for tory dating reader who has this tough bad boy persona but is secretly a sub with a major praise kink??

Tory Nichols x Male!reader

● you had a reputation as being the school bad boy 

● skipping class, being the keg hook up for parties, hooking up with random people and never calling them again the whole nine yards 

● and when you joined Cobra Kai your reputation only grew because you could already win any fight you got into but now you could do it in style

● of course Tory was attracted to you the moment you met

● but when you started dating she discovered you were secretly a softy for her

● and when your relationship became sexual she realized you had a major praise kink

● and she loved it

● she orders you around 

● tells you exactly how she wants you to please her

● and praises you every step of the way

● but if you disobey her she taunts you with "maybe I should just tell the whole school how much of a sub you really are"

● she lets you play tough around your friends 

● even lets you pretend like you're the dominant one in the relationship 

● but as soon as you get home she puts you back in your place 

● you'll be on your knees in between her legs 

● "you're doing such a good job baby… your friends think you're so tough… if only they could see you now… on your knees and under my complete control" 

● it takes a lot of self control to keep your hands off each other during training 

● you'll take the top of your gi off so you're shirtless when Krease taps you in for the sparring ring 

● and Tory watches the sweat drip down your abs as you kick your opponents ass

● she gets her revenge by working out in a sports bra and tight leggings 

● which always leads to sex in your car when class is done 

● the amount of times you've gotten a boner during class because Tory praised you for landing a new kick or whatever and it caused an involuntary reaction 

● it's also happened at school a few times when she congratulates you for getting a semi-passing grade on a test

● you have to excuse yourself to quickly go jerk off in the bathroom 

● unless Tory has ordered you to not touch yourself for the day and you have to continue on until you're finally alone and she lets you cum 

[souichioneshots]

Grim Reaper 【Souichi x Reader】 (Fluff)

Souichi claims he's been cursed. Now everything he touches dies! However, that doesn't stop him from spending time with you. Can you hold back from touching the boy and dying? Let's find out~~~!! ahahaha

(I think this counts as affectionate!reader but idk lol)

Souichi carefully held onto the drink in his hand as he sat back down in between your legs.

Resting his body against your soft chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. He was completely engulfed by your love. Although he was a bit embarrassed at first by how affectionate you could be, it had become a habit for him to want to be so close to you all the time.

【And now back to ‘DEATH’S ASSISTANT’】

Souichi took a sip of his drink as the show you two had been hooked on recently started back up.

It was a Japanese drama about a Grim Reaper who had been assigned a foreign assistant. Apparently, they fell for one another as soon as their eyes met. Every day they tell each other how much they love one another, but because of Death’s curse, he is unable to touch his love. The show depicts their everyday work lives. Showing how far they would go for one another to prove their love, but never being able to be truly affectionate. Souichi wasn’t really into these types of lovey-dovey dramas, but the supernatural antics that it included drew him in deeper and deeper.

【Assistant, we cant! You know if we touch, you’ll die!】

【I would risk dying a million times just to feel your lips pressed against mine even just once, Death~.】

“Guuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!”

Souichi laughed as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. The scene was so cheesy and overdone, but you loved it. For a morbid girl, you really were a sucker for love stories.

“You’re gonna miss the show if you don’t look up.” Souichi chuckle and patted your head.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you continued to watch the last few minutes left of the drama.

“Death really outdid it with his outfit today, huh?” Souichi commented.

In today’s episode, Death had been wearing a bright red suit with a black suit-shirt instead of his usual black suit and black tie.

“I think it really suits him.”

“You think everything suits him.”

“Of course. If you’re handsome, then anything and everything looks good on you.”

Souichi lifted his shoulder up towards his head, squishing your face against him.

“Owwww Owowowow!!”

“What’s so handsome about that old actor?”

Souichi finally released the pressure, allowing you to relax.

Pulling your head away from his body, you rubbed your cheeks.

“Hmm…Well, for one his eyes are absolutely beautiful. Thin, sharp, and the dark circles around them make him look so mysterious. And his dark, wavy hair looks so soft! I just want to run my hands through it as mess it up even more.”

Souichi couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you described what you found attractive about the ‘dreamy man’ on the television. He honestly felt like you were just describing him. He knew you must have a type, but he didn’t think it would be this similar to him every time. You must have felt like you won the jackpot with him.

“But what I really like is the fact that he’s always wearing a suit.” Wrapping your arms back around his waist, you squeezed him a bit “You can tell his assistant also thinks the same thing because she's always staring at him. She just wants to touch him soooo much. But she knows she'll die if she does! Haa~~ I love it!”

Souichi hummed in amusement as he listened to you speak.

Seeing that he fit all the other conditions you looked for in a guy, Souichi thought of a perfect way he could use this little fantasy you love so much for his amusement.

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When the next night came, Souichi quickly got to preparing himself. He had asked if he could go over to watch a movie tonight.

He usually didn’t pay much attention to what he wore whenever he hung out alone with you. But tonight, he decided to mix things up a bit.

Making sure he had everything he needed in his pockets, Souichi set off to your house.

Creepily excited laughter slipped from the boy’s lips as he walked down the street by himself. He couldn’t wait to see your reaction when you laid your eyes upon him.

Finally reaching your front door, he knocked.

“Good evening~” Souichi greeted as you opened the door.

Before you could greet the boy back, you froze. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes widened as you looked upon your boyfriend.

“S…SS..S-Suit..Suitsuitsuit…” You brought your hands up to your face, unsure where to place them. This was the first time you had ever seen him wearing such an outfit before.

Finally bringing your hands out towards Souichi, you tried to touch him.

“Ah!” Souichi quickly jumped back. “You can’t.”

A look of worry and confusion grew on your face as the boy rejected your touch.

“Remember when I called you this morning and said I might have messed up a curse?”

You shook your head yes.

“Well, it turns out that as a side effect, whatever I touch now dies almost immediately.”

Leaning against the doorframe, you looked at the boy with a smile of disbelief.

“You’re just copying ‘Death’s Assistant’ aren’t you.”

Souichi hated how well you could read him. But that didn’t mean he was going to admit that you were right. At least not right now.

“No! I swear.” Sliding one hand into his suit pocket, he leaned down onto the grass that covered your front yard. “Every time I touch something as delicate as a flower…” Pulling out his hand from his pocket, he placed it over a daisy that had been growing for some time. “Well... This happens.” Moving back up, Souichi revealed that the flower he touched had shriveled up and died.

“No way…” You whispered as he allowed the dead flower to trickle onto the palm on your hands.

“Yeah…It’s a bummer.” Placing his foot over the real flower still planted in the ground, he tried to hide the evidence. “But I’m sure this curse will wear off by next week. 2 weeks at most.”

You quickly moved to the side as Souichi let himself into your home.

“What are you doing? Wouldn’t it be dangerous for us to be together right now?”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t touch that is.” Giving you a smile, Souichi kicked off his shoes and made his way down to your bedroom.

As the raven-haired boy walked down the hall, he moved his hands close to the wall, just barely coming into contact with the wallpaper. He honestly thought it would be really cool if he could make the wallpaper roll up and crumble into pieces just from touching it. Just like in the drama. Perhaps there really was a curse out there that would give him that ability.

Finally reaching your room, he took ahold of the door handle and gestured for you to go in first. Being in a suit really did make him feel like more of a gentleman. It was kind of fun.

Sitting on your bed, Souichi watched as you set up the DVD player.

He tried to hold back his foolish laughter as he thought about how miserable you were going to be all night from not being able to touch him.

You. The girl who could barely go 5 minutes without at least leaning against his shoulder, was now being forced to keep her hands to herself in order to avoid never waking up again.

This was gonna be hilarious.

“So, lemme ask you.” You pulled the boy out of his own little world as you sat on the bed with him. “Why the suit?”

“The suit? Oh. Umm…” Souichi’s mind froze for a second. He was going to say an excuse that all his other clothes suddenly turn to dust when he touched them, but now that sounded extremely stupid and unbelievable. Especially since he was able to touch your bedsheets with no problem. “…To match the whole ‘death’ theme...”

“Oh~ That makes sense. Always gotta be prepared for a funeral when everything you touch dies, right?”

“Exactly!”

Souichi let out a small sigh of relief as you commented an equally believable reason for the suit. He was glad you were almost always on the same level as him.

Finally dropping the subject, you pressed the button on the remote for the movie to play.

Souichi tapped his finger against the bed in annoyance as you kept a good amount of distance from him. It didn’t seem like you would try to touch him any time soon.

Looks like he needed to take things up a notch if he wanted to have some real fun.

Leaning forward, he swiftly took off his black jacket. You quickly ducked as his hand almost came in contact with your head.

Leaning his arm on your pillow, he relaxed his body. A single nail stayed poking out from between his lips, making it look like he was smoking.

Souichi couldn't help but smile as he saw you take quick glances at him. Your eyes kept moving from his pants to his white suit shirt, and finally to his face. He could see a blush spread across your cheeks as you quickly turned away from him, avoiding his gaze. You looked completely head over heels for him.

Sliding to the side, you leaned ever so close to the boy.

“Does the ‘being killed on the spot’ rule apply even over clothes~?” A blush spread across his pale face as you whispered in his ear, making sure not to come into direct contact with his shoulder. He could see your hand hovering over his suit pants, craving to touch the expensive-looking material.

Did you really not believe him or were you just begging to die?

Moving a bit away from you, he replied. “Probably not a good idea. Haven’t tested that out yet…” He let out a little laugh as he mentioned how awkward it would be for him to have to wake up your family and tell them that he killed you by accident.

Souichi looked from the corner of his eyes as you let out a small sigh and moved back into your own little space. This sudden rule of no touching looked like it was taking a toll on you.

Honestly, he was expecting you to be a bit more excited by this situation. After all, this was one of your favorite fantasies. To love one another, but never be able to touch unless you were willing to die on the spot. You should be spewing cheesy lines like in the drama, not sulking.

Moving the nails against his teeth, he tried to think of a way to fix things. After all, this wouldn’t be fun if you got too sad and decided to stop acting like your usual self halfway through the night.

Moving his arm out towards you, he pulled on the edge of his suit jacket.

“I think it’d be fine if you held onto this though…” He turned his face to the side, trying to hide his blush as you smiled once again.

Throughout the movie, Souichi kept his arm up in the air as you happily held onto his jacket. His body felt oddly unsatisfied from not being properly touched by you. But, this was his own fault for deciding to go through with such a cold prank.

You both stayed surprisingly calm and silent as the movie played on.

Souichi kept the nails in his mouth pressed tightly against his teeth as he kept his eyes on the screen. The movie you chose wasn’t half bad at all. The effects, the props, the acting. All very realistic. To be expected from new foreign movies.

However, this feeling of calmness didn’t last long as an unnecessarily long make-out scene between the main characters had started up again. Another specialty of foreign horror movies. The acting for these scenes just had to be extremely believable as well…

Souichi tensed up a bit as he felt you let go of his jacket, finally allowing him to rest his hand back down near his body.

It wasn’t that he disliked these types of scenes. But something about watching them alone with you always made him feel a bit restless.

Souichi moved his legs closer to his body, trying to get in a more comfortable position. He really regretted starting this whole ‘touch me and you’ll die’ prank now.

Pulling on the black-tie wrapped around his neck, he tried to calm himself down.

“People get really horny right before they die, huh?…”

Souichi noticed you jolt a bit at the sound of his voice. All he got in response from you was a little ‘yeah’ and an awkward laugh.

As the teens on the screen started to undress, Souichi noticed you also start to fidget around in your spot. You looked like you wanted to sit closer to him, but you knew you couldn’t.

Shakily bringing your hand over his leg again, you whispered. “Are you sure I’ll die if I touch you over your clothes?...”

This time he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just moved his leg closer to you, giving you an okay to try and touch him.

He watched as you cautiously placed the tips of your fingers on his knee. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized you were going to die from touching him over his clothes.

Careful not to accidentally touch any part of his body not covered by his clothes, you turned towards his.

Pinching the fabric of his suit jacket, you pulled his hand up. Souichi’s heartbeat sped up as you moved his bare hand to touch your clothed breast.

“Looks like it works both ways. As long as your skin doesn’t come into direct contact with mine, I’ll be just fine.”

Souichi’s eyes followed your hands as they moved back towards his pants once more.

You were really pushing the envelope.

But, if you were gonna play like that, then he saw no harm in playing along as well.

Sliding his hand down from your chest to your waist, he pulled you to come closer to him.

“That means we can’t do anything more than this though…” Souichi whisper as he inched his face closer to yours. “We should stop now before we do something that can’t be undone.” He teased you with lies, practically ordering you to go further.

“You don’t wanna die from one of my curses, do you?”

“It’d be a blessing to die from one of your curses…”

Something within Souichi switched on as he heard you whisper your confession to him. That felt like the most romantic thing you'd ever said to him.

Without saying another word, Souichi pressed his lips against yours. To think he was the one who ended up not being able to hold back from you this time.

Suddenly, pressing your hands against his shoulder, you pushed yourself away from the kiss.

“Agk! My heart!” Holding your hand against your chest, you threw yourself back to lay on the bed. “I…I!!! Gah…”

Souichi couldn’t help but laugh as you pretended to die in an over-exaggerated manner.

You opened one of your eyes, looked at the boy, and then closed it again. Souichi could see you trying your best to hold back a smile as you laid perfectly still.

“You knew I wasn’t cursed the entire time, didn’t you?”

“...Was it that obvious?” You laughed a bit as you finally sat back up.

“When did you figure out I was lying?”

“Hmm~”

You just hummed and swayed your head side to side. Not telling him when you knew for a fact he was not actually cursed.

“If I can be honest, you should have said something more believable for the suit. Then maybe I would have believed you completely." Leaning up against the boy you thought for a second. "Like umm... All your other clothes disintegrated the second you touched them. But because you've worn this suit to a funeral before, it was the only thing that stayed intact."

"Ahh!! I swear I was gonna say that!!"

You let out a hum and looked at the boy once again with a smile of disbelief.

"I swear!"

Getting up from the bed, he put on his suit jacket again.

"Let's restart." He sat back down on the edge of your bed. "Ask me why I'm wearing a suit."

"Okay." You also moved to sit on the edge, next to him. "Hey, Souichi. Why are you--" Unconsciously, your hand brushed up against his. "AGK!" You threw your body back and pretended to die again.

"No!! Y/N!!" He picked you up by your shoulders and forced you to sit back up. "Again."

As his hands moved away from your shoulders, he accidentally touched your neck. Making you jump back again.

"Agggkk!!"

"Stop dying!!" He yelled as you held your hand up to your neck and pretended to choke and die.

Souichi let out a loud groan as you continued to laugh at his frustrated expression.

This prank wasn't as funny as he thought it would be.

[nineteenninety-six]

Request :)

Could you please do a Oscar Diaz/Spooky imagine where they start hooking up without dating, she falls pregnant and doesn’t expect that Spooky will react well but he surprises her by instantly wanting to take care of her and be together?

They weren’t anything more than friends with benefits but (Y/N) realised that was about to change as she stared down at the positive pregnancy test in her hands.

Getting pregnant was not a part of her plan yet here she was with a massive choice on her hands. She would, of course, have to tell Oscar but she herself didn’t know whether she wanted the baby or not. Reasonably she could have and raise the child but she didn’t know if she could be a single mother.

Her phone beeped from her bed and she dropped the pregnancy test by the sink in the bathroom before she made her way back into her room. It was Oscar, double-checking about their plans.

“Still coming tonite?”

She quickly sent off a ‘yes’ before she hurried to get ready for that night. Luckily for her, it would be a usual Saturday night at the leader of the Santos’ place meaning that it would be filled with other members of the gang along with their partners and just general friends and locals which gave (Y/N) an excuse not to be around Oscar for the whole night.

Oscar had a knack of knowing when something was wrong with her and she was ready to tell him she was pregnant, especially since she only found out earlier that day so she was going to hide behind the girlfriends.

When she pulled up the party was in full swing and she made her way to Oscar first knowing that he would want to see her and make sure she had arrived safely.

He shot her a smile when he saw her approach him and she couldn’t help but return it, he always had an infectious energy when he was in a good mood and today was one of those days.

“Hey” She greeted as she pressed a kiss to his cheek Oscar smiled up at her, “You good?”

“Hmm” (Y/N) gave him a smile and nod, “I’m pretty sure Maria is inside somewhere so I’ll come find you later”

Oscar nodded, not thinking anything was wrong and (Y/N)  gave him one last smile before she left. She honestly didn’t know if Maria was somewhere within the house but she couldn’t be next to Oscar at that moment and she honestly needed a stiff drink which she obviously could not have.

She instead got herself a can of coke and then retreated to the backyard of the house where it was completely empty and took a seat on one of the plastic patio chairs that were there. The Diaz’s backyard was bare but she appreciated it at that moment.

She got lost in her thoughts as she stared out into the yard and didn’t realise how long she had spent out there until the sound of someone dragging a chair next to hers caught her attention.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been out here for like an hour” Oscar asked as he sat next to her

“Shit! Have I really?” (Y/N) pulled out her phone and checked the time and cursed again when she saw that he was telling the truth, “Sorry, we can go back out front if you want”

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong. If you’re sick then you shouldn’t have come, I would have understood”

“I know. I’ve just got a lot on my mind”

Oscar took her hand in his, “I know we’re just fucking around but you can tell me stuff”

(Y/N) could not help but laugh at that, “I have to tell you about this, I don’t really have a choice”

Oscar frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Oscar...I’m pregnant”

Oscar took a sharp breath and leant back at the news and (Y/N) watched him as he processed what he had been told. Her heart was racing, scared at what his reaction would be because she was afraid of doing it alone.

“W-when did you find out?”

“This afternoon” (Y/N) told him, “I have no clue on what to do”

Oscar leant forward, took her hands into his and looked into her eyes, “Keep it, we will raise them. You can move in here and we have time to think through our relationship but I want to raise this child with you”

(Y/N) looked at him in shock, “Oscar, think about it first! It’s barely been five minutes and you’ve already come to a conclusion, it’s not that simple.”

“You’re only saying that because we’re not in a relationship right? But we don’t have to be if we want to raise this child, we can co-parent if we must but I know we both like each other on a deeper level.”

“...Oscar”

“I like you (Y/N), I seriously do and I know you do too. We like each other more than simple fuck buddies. I’m not forcing you to make a decision but please think about it”

(Y/N) gave him a nod, “I will”

“So,” Oscar let out a breath, “What’s next?”

“I made an appointment with the doctor earlier, it’s in a few days. Want to come?”

“Yeah, I’d like that” Oscar gave her a smile that soothed her.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug, “Thank you”

Oscar pecked her cheek and pulled her into a tighter hug and (Y/N) felt at ease, and the future looked less scary.

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure prompt for my CoS group who have turned into helping this big bad vampire in doing some tasks for him.

Dungeon: The Crooked House

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile/ 

He found a crooked penny, and gave a crooked smile/ 

He bought a crooked cat, to hunt a crooked mouse/ 

and they all lived together in a little crooked house/ 

Setup: As nightmare dimensions go, The Crooked House is a relatively small one, a hungry sliver of the shadowfell that takes the form of a ramshackle cottage bent in on itself in odd, spiraling angles. 

The Crooked House might appear anywhere fallen into shadow, but unlike its country cousin, prefers rural or semi-urban environments, just close enough to haunt the dreams of passers by and insinuate itself into local folklore. 

This domain is ruled over by “The Crooked Man” , a rambling, shrouded figure that goes about on various “errands” in the most sinister way possible, seemingly with no other purpose than to creep his neighbors out. Such errands include: 

Chopping firewood in someone else’s back yard in the middle of the night, leaving before they have a chance to come out and question him 

Following behind a group of travelers on a lonely road for hours at a time, never answering any hails, wandering off if approached, only to appear at a later juncture

Circling through the market with a sack laden over his shoulder, alternatively wriggling, rattling, or dripping ominously. Never stopping to trade. 

Gently rapping at the windows of children who are up past their bed time, sometimes climbing walls or dangling down from rooves to do so if the window is hard to reach. 

Those that disturb the crooked man in these tasks face little consequence, though may be overwhelmed by a sensation of fear. Everyone knows rumors however of those that tested the crooked man’s patience, and ended up hacked along with the kindling, or stuffed into his bag and taken back to the crooked house. Every community that hosts the house develops such tales, almost as a necessity of dealing with this nightmarish neighbor. 

Adventure Hooks: 

While none actually want the crooked house around, there are a limited few with the powers to do anything about it: Religious authorities, concerned town councils, rival dark powers. Any of these groups may send the party in as their catspaw, looking to evict the crooked man or raise the structure to its shadowy foundations before his dark influence spreads any further. 

While the crooked man himself may pose only a minor threat, other strange creatures that live within the dark domicile can manifest as more of an active threat. Infestations of moonrats are known to spread from the building’s cellars into neighboring homesteads, and dire, predatory creatures with great black wings sometimes nest in its gutters or dangle from its eaves. While these threats can be contained, actually exterminating them may require some brave souls to venture into the house itself. 

Outlaws are well aware that those that enter the house seldom come back, and have given up on trying to steal from the place and turned this to their advantage. A party that runs afoul of the local rogue’s gallery may find themselves knocked out, only to awaken to the sound of squeaking wheels, the rumble of an unsteady road, and the rasp of burlap. Tied into sacks and left out for the crooked man to collect and load into a rickety cart, the party only has a limited amount of time to escape their bindings before their driver makes it back to his home. 

Its happened, a child has gone missing. Sick for weeks and bedridden, the youngster was apparently taken after days of the crooked man leaving noxious, unknown “medicines” at the family’s doorstep.  Whatever treatment this fiend has in mind... it can’t be good. 

Challenges & Complications

For actual stats for the Crooked Man, may I recommend using this excellent “snatcher” statblock by the ever amazing @dm-tuz ? 

The interior of the crooked house is of course, larger than the exterior would allow, and seems to be constructed entirely of uneven stairs, cluttered dusty attics, and dank cavernous basements. Many of these chambers are thematically “locked’, requiring some kind of solution before the party may progress onwards. Examples include the sooty sitting room that keeps increasing in temperature until the hearth is quenched,  or the hallway full of glass eyes that need to be matched to the brooding taxidermy that overlooks the door. 

Transitioning between rooms may require more climbing equipment than your average county hovel as the house seems to favor a vertical design. This is the perfect opportunity for flying creatures or drifting shadows to attack the party, potentially causing them to slip and hurdle into some unknown darkness. 

Doors within the Crooked house lead out to all manner of places, including previous haunts, ruins scattered across the land, and even the shadowfell itself. The only safe way to traverse many of these portals ( and to keep the house in some semblance of order) are a series of esoteric keys scattered about the structure, Each one forcing the doors they fit in ( though not all do) to a predetermined location. Collection, trial, and error will lead the party back to their destination...or drop them in some lightless wilderness and force them to hike back to the house itself. 

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[mythicamagic]

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."

Okay, curiosity got the better of me, and even though there are so many good prompts to choose, I settled with this one. There is no telling which way it will go, but it sounds amusing! Have fun! ^_^

Decided to do something different with this involving mind reading, hope you like.

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Becoming privy to Sesshoumaru's thoughts happened about as unexpectedly as one would think. Having returned from the future after three years, Kagome had figured the amount of weirdness in her life would scale back a bit. The jewel was gone, and everyone was enjoying their 'happily ever afters' so surely she could finally gain some semblance of normalcy in the past, right?

'Irritating…'

Kagome shifted, sneaking a glance at the Daiyoukai as he sat at the base of a tree. His voice resounded inside her mind, seemingly without his knowledge or consent. He was eyeing something flitting about mid-air. A fly, she suspected.

Golden eyes shifted, slit pupils keen. A hand blurred, catching the thing between forefinger and thumb.

'Die.'

Green light shone out from between his fingers, successfully killing his 'prey.'

Kagome supposed it was somewhat comforting to know that his thoughts were about the same as whatever words he deigned to speak aloud. The psychic ability she'd gained only applied to Sesshoumaru, and had happened one random day when she'd been fighting a demon.

Between one moment and the next- a presence had warmed her side as he'd deflected an attack meant for her. This had resulted in sharp, static red youki swallowing their forms briefly- Sesshoumaru's energy rushing through her system. It had stolen Kagome's breath and sent her heart thundering.

A second later, she'd started hearing his thoughts. Most startling of all, they'd begun with something completely unexpected;

'I will keep you safe, foolish miko.'

Biting her lip, Kagome snuck another glance at him- only to find Sesshoumaru gazing back. Squeaking, she focused on her forgotten work, roughly weaving a basket with a little more force than necessary.

"Are you alright, Kagome?" Sango asked, sitting beside her on the grassy hill as they prepared a few herbs and useful things for Kaede.

"Fine! Totally f-"

'Her scent is erratic, yet the woman continues to sneak glances at me. How odd. Is she becoming interested in this one? It is long overdue.'

"What?" Kagome questioned out loud, feeling Sango’s perplexed stare. The heat of another pair of eyes warmed the nape of her neck.

'Hn, I have not sensed her pine for the Half Breed in many months after their breakup. It is possible she is looking for another male. The miko is not promiscuous enough to trifle with me. She requires...a lasting bond.'

Biting her lip, Kagome's eyes burned with want to look at him again.

'Could I keep a miko? She is not like others. They usually despise my kind- and I do not care for them. But this bratty, fiery woman has proven herself through her dealings with the Jewel and the Spider. Mn...the thought of having her should not stir my blood so,' he sighed in her mind. 'Perhaps once I accept my interest in her, the vivid fantasies will stop.'

What fantasies? she wondered.

Kagome really should not have asked, because somehow a lewd mental image of herself was projected from his head directly into her gawking brain.

Standing quickly, skirts swaying about her thighs- Kagome forced a smile. "I-I forgot to do something earlier! Sorry Sango, I'll finish up with you later."

Hurrying down the hill, she stiffened upon hearing a silky voice trail after her inside her mind.

'Why is she leaving? This is unacceptable. She takes her mouth-watering scent with her,' he seemed to pause contemplatively. 'Must your retreating form be so pleasing to the eye, Kagome?'

Kagome flushed red, feeling the urge to cover her ass while running from the unexpected thoughts. However, she kept her hands at her side- a weird thrill of excitement racing down her spine.

Like a radio broadcast sounding out from a speaker- the further she ran, the dimmer his velvety voice became.

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Emerging from Kaede's hut a few days later, Kagome fussed with her new clothing. Miko robes felt somewhat uncomfortable, but Kaede had insisted she at least try getting used to wearing them for a few days.

She honestly couldn't imagine walking around in such garments as a permanent uniform. They reminded her too much of someone else.

'No.'

Kagome jerked, freezing in place and pretending to fiddle with her collar, trying to secretly glance around for the elusive Daiyouaki.

'...Those robes do not suit her. What's more- her light scent is muddied with unnecessary feelings. Those clothes make you self-conscious, do they not, miko? Take them off.'

Blinking, Kagome's heart warmed slightly inside her chest. He could read her so easily? He...cared about how she felt?

"And those pants cover her long legs. Disgusting. You are the one who forced me into appreciating a woman's thighs, miko. Bare them to me again.'

Hissing a short breath through her teeth, Kagome whipped her head to one side- spying Sesshoumaru lingering by a hut about 40 yards away. He stiffened, blatantly surprised she'd pinpointed his location so easily.

'Could she sense me?'

Blushing, Kagome cleared her throat and gave a slight wave, before disappearing back inside the hut. She wanted to test something, and the fluttering inside her lower stomach was getting too prominent to ignore.

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Stepping out after a quick wardrobe change, Kagome pretended not to notice him again, fiddling with her cute modern outfit. She felt more at ease in her home wear, and the voice in her head seemed to agree.

'That is much better…' Sesshoumaru's tone slid into that of curiosity. 'You feel mischievous, miko? Now why is that? I sense your fluttering excitement.'

Raised her arms above her head nonchalantly, Kagome arched her back as she stretched.

'What…?' the thinness of his tone almost made her grin ferally. 'What...are those?'

Kagome had never intended to wear them. In fact, she'd stuffed them deep inside the depths of her backpack because Yuka, Eri and Ayumi had taken it upon themselves to buy her something 'sexy' for her bad boyfriend and Souta had innocently walked into her room one day while she was packing. She hadn't had the heart to tell her friends she'd broken up with Inuyasha a long while ago.

She had no need for black lacy thigh highs, complete with suspender garter belts resting enticingly on her thighs. Or at least, she hadn't until today. Kagome stretched with a little more exaggeration, letting out a breathy sigh as her pleated skirt hitched up, exposing more of her toned legs to his gaze.

A terribly loud noise deafened her hearing like a clap of rumbling thunder, heralding a storm. Kagome realised a little belatedly that it hadn't been contained to the privacy of Sesshoumaru's mind- the growl rippling through the space between them.

He stood much closer than expected, golden eyes pinning her in place.

"Oh- hi there, Sesshoumaru," Kagome hid her surprise behind a smile. "Something wrong?"

The Daiyoukai's burning, orange eyes searched her face. Slowly, they dimmed back into gold, as he realised there was nothing appropriate he could say.

'Do you know what you are doing, little minx? Or are you completely unaware of how badly I desire those thighs wrapped around my waist?'

"Nothing," he said out loud, face completely devoid of expression.

Kagome arched a brow. He had a damn good poker face.

"Well...okay," she lifted a shoulder, taking a few steps away. "But you know, if something was bothering you, it would be better all round to just tell me. I'm not a mind reader."

Mild intrigue flickered. "I do not think you would appreciate knowing my innermost thoughts."

"Try me."

Sesshoumaru's lips curved, his blank expression cracking into something more honest and imperfect. Human, almost, in its raw appetite- the demon circling around her slowly like a predator. "The dark hungering of an inuyoukai is not something that pure and pretty miko's could stomach," he uttered.

Kagome took a breath, keeping to her bravado. Because if she didn't keep her courage, the thoughts she'd heard so clearly inside her mind would remain exactly that- formless. Never touching reality.

And that felt like a shame.

"Maybe not all of them could, but I've journeyed across Japan with a perverted con-artist and been kidnapped by dark and terrible demons much bigger than you," she hummed, keeping eye contact. "And I'm not promiscuous or anything, but I'm not a prude either. Given the right person, even I can get a little...hungry."

She heard a sharp in-take of breath. Sesshoumaru stopped, lingering in close proximity as his voice dropped into something downright sinful. "How surprising."

Kagome lifted a shoulder. "Not really, but judging by your hesitancy to share anything on your mind- maybe my 'dark hungering' would be too much for you."

Golden eyes flashed. "Preposterous."

"No, no- I think it's true," she gave an impish smile. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."

This seemed to snap his carefully constructed facade of control. Sesshoumaru's claws snapped out, fingers trembling as they gripped her hair. A fierce breeze lashed around them as Kagome realised he'd collected white energy around their forms- speeding them out of sight into the lush forest. Away from the safety of witnesses. None could save her now.

Sesshoumaru bore down over her, neck craned, mouth hovering close. It was sharp teeth that brushed her parted lips first.

'I will have you- strange, enticing, annoying woman.'

Kagome shuddered, blue eyes darkened as her thighs rubbed together. Her hands met silken robes, gliding up into silky hair as his arm swooped down, hooking beneath her knees.

While their lips crashed together and Sesshoumaru held her aloft- Kagome smiled and wordlessly obliged by wrapping her thighs around his lean waist, giggling as the taciturn demon inwardly purred.