#lemme dust off my drafts

[house-of-daena]

i know ive been ignoring y'all but. horny thoughts about gi/hsr men to get my brain started (or get my interest back)? LOL

[toxicanonymity]

busted (jailbird one shot)

2.5k WORDS, JOEL "JOJO" MILLER x f!READER SUMMARY: You roleplay as cop and sex worker. WARNINGS: I8+, no plot just smut, roleplay, manhandling, handcuffs, bj, unsafe PIV, creampie, fluff. writer chooses not to warn in further detail, read at your own risk. Read alone or see jailbird masterlist for relationship & reader history. NOTES: On hiatus, but this has been in my tumblr drafts since 3/20. Ty for the ask. They've both served time. This happens while Joel's aunt/your former cellmate is still locked up. Ty again to everyone who made me write cellmate's nephew (history) 💀. Divider by @saradika-graphics. @toxicfics for notifications.

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You sit on Joel’s bed alone, wearing a short skirt, a lace bra, and fishnet stockings he already ripped wide open the last time you wore them. You finish lacing up your boots, tuck a wad of cash into your bra, and get a tictac mint from your purse. Then you put on the bag and close the bedroom door behind you as you leave. 

As you walk into the living room, the front door opens. You realize you’re holding your breath and feel silly. Your heart skips a beat when he steps through the door. 

He pauses long enough for you to take in his whole form. . .tattooed arms swelling out from the sleeves of his slutty, blue uniform. Your eyes fall to his crotch as he turns to face you. The tight polyester pants leave little to the imagination. The whole, massive outline is visible atop his thigh, straining the fabric. He smooths his mustache and tilts his head, checking you out. Then he keeps a straight face as he steps toward you and says,

“‘S’cuse me, miss. Can I see some ID?”

Your heart flutters. You’ve played the part so many times. Played lots of parts. You're used to being who the client needs. But here you are with a little stage fright in front of your boo. And Jesus Christ, there’s something about his prison tattoos bursting out of that uniform. 

You stand still in the middle of the room and he slowly paces around you. A few feet away, but close enough to smell the cigarette he must have enjoyed outside and the cologne he reserves for date nights. The sight and smell of him makes you tingle. His touch might make you physically swoon. He clears his throat, and your face heats up. You lock eyes with him, and there’s a sparkle in his gaze, but he manages to hold firm, not breaking. 

“I, um – I have it somewhere.” You rifle through your bag.

“What’s that in your brassiere, ma’am?” He takes a baton off his hip and gestures to your bra cup. Your chest is lightly dusted in a caramel flavored shimmer powder.  

“Oh,” you stammer, looking away.  “I dunno why I put this here when I have a purse,” you mutter, half out of character.

“Just what I was thinkin’,” he cocks an eyebrow at you. He begins to stalk around you again, getting a little closer with each step, closing in on you. Then, he holsters his baton and stands behind your back, close enough to feel his body heat. You turn your face to the side and his scent wraps around you. 

His hardness lightly grazes you, and you push your ass back instinctively. His left hand comes to your hip as his right hand snakes around your torso.  His voice is deep and gruff.

“I’m thinkin’ this is dirty money.”

He trails his fingers slowly up your sternum, then over the curve of your left breast to your black push-up bra. You watch the faded barbed wire flex on his hand as he slides two fingers into the bra cup, retrieving the cash. He lowers his volume and his lips brush the shell of our ear. “Real dirty, honey.” 

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head, getting into a better rhythm. 

“Lemme take this off your hands,” he offers and lifts the strap of your purse off your shoulder. He stuffs the cash in it and tosses the purse to Mabel’s easychair. The tictacs rattle as it lands. He returns behind you, and this time, both hands go to your hips.

“I’m thinkin’ we can work somethin’ out,” he murmurs. His hands meander up your sides, then back down. He holds onto your hips and pulls you back against him, lightly grinding his hard length against your skirt, making you throb. 

“Fuck, Jo,” you whine in a whisper, pushing back on him like you shouldn't be. He exhales what you're pretty sure is a laugh. You can picture his smile. You're not ready to throw in the towel on this scene. You compose yourself and ask, “What are you doing?” You step forward, away from him, then turn around with a glare. 

He slowly rubs his arousal and adjusts himself. Then he puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight. He looks you up and down, slowly shakes his head, and clucks his tongue.  

“Y’know, I didn’t wanna have to do this.”  He reaches behind his back for his cuffs, and you head for the door. 

He grabs you by the arm, and you continue to pull away. 

“No,” you protest emptily, tingling at the thought of him getting rougher.

He wraps a strong arm around you and you keep squirming. He lets you pull away toward the door until you’re up against it. He presses his weight against you with a forearm on your upper back and warns, “Resisting arrest?” 

He wrangles your arms behind your back, and the cold metal edge makes you shiver as your first wrist is cuffed. The second cuff clicks into place and he tightens them. Your cuffed hands desperately feel around the front of his pants, and he shifts his hips to help you find what you're looking for. You softly moan when your palm meets the hard length in his pants. 

“So now ya wanna be good,” he taunts, then lets out a barely audible grunt, pressing his hips forward, arousal swelling against your palm.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, officer.” He takes your hands and puts them on your mid back, and you keep them there. He yanks the whole skirt up over your ass in one go, watching your ass drop, fishnet diamonds stretched over it. His hips push forward and his hardness makes you throb. 

“Spread’em,” he commands. 

You widen your stance. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, then wedges a hand between you and the door. Your palms rest on his tummy as he shoves his hand between your legs and feels how wet you are through the pre-ruined fishnets. 

“Alright, let’s make a deal,” he growls, then cruelly takes his hand away without so much as putting half a finger in you. 

He grabs you by one arm and pulls you over to the sofa. “Knees,” he murmurs, and helps you down onto the carpet. He pats your head then sits down on the sofa with a sigh, manspreading. He splays his arms out on the back of the couch and looks at you affectionately for a moment before his face hardens again. He takes off his fake utility belt in a hurry. 

“Got five minutes to convince me not to take ya in,” he warns, "If ya can handle it." He lifts his hips, giving you a rush of arousal. He pulls at his uniform pants, and they snap open at the side. This must have been quite a hit all those years ago on stage. For you, he's not wearing anything under them. You glance at his hip tattoo. Yeah.

He frees his massive cock and wraps his hand around the clean shaven base. He squeezes it as he looks at you darkly. "Such a bad girl." He scoots toward the edge of the sofa. Your hands are still handcuffed behind your back, skirt still sitting up above your ass.

You lean forward, dip your head, and he feeds you his cock. You slurp the fat head into your mouth and he sighs, watching you with a softening scowl. "Fuck yeah," he breathes. His knees bracket you and help you balance with no use of your hands as you bob your head. He moans as you suck him. You stretch your jaw, sucking at the smooth, salty tip, then take a few inches into your mouth and hold it, feeling him throb. "God damn," he curses softly. You suck with the back of your throat and carefully take as much as you can, expertly swallowing his length. You take him so deep that your lips brush his shaved pubic skin, and your eyes prickle with tears.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Get up here.” 

You slowly let his cock out of your mouth, and a string of slobber falls away with it.

He grabs your arms and helps you stand. He could stand to be rougher about it. But he's all but abandoning character, overtaken by the way you make him feel. The real you.

He helps you balance as you kneel onto the sofa, straddling him with your thighs spread wide. His breaths are heavy and getting heavier as he eyes your tits and the front closure of your bra. 

He sits up straight. He wraps an arm around you and interlaces his fingers with one of your cuffed hands. "Doin' so good, baby." With his other hand, he swiftly unhooks the front clasp of your bra, and the cups break apart, letting your tits fall out.  He takes a nipple into his mouth, then passionately licks and kisses his way up to your mouth. He palms one breast as he sucks the other and holds your hand behind your back. He pulls you right against him so your clit presses against his warm, hard cock and it makes him moan against your breast as he throbs against you.

He moves you, grinding his cock on your clit. He kisses your breast again, then drags his nose up your chest and feverishy kisses you everywhere on his way to your neck, where he sucks you long and slow. He lets go of your hand and slides his hand down, reaching under your ass to your cunt, where he slides his fingers through your slick then spreads you open for him.

He maneuvers you up to get clearance for his cock. He runs the tip through your slick, then massages your clit with it before notching at your entrance. You twitch at the contact, then begin to sink onto him and he pulls you down with a grunt.

"That's my girl," he breathes.

His lips find yours, and the kiss is long and slow with him seated fully inside you. He moves you on his cock, and his hips roll under you at a slow rhythm, stretching you with his girth, making you twitch already. You break the kiss with a moan.

You look down between your bodies, then purr, “is it hot in here, officer?” 

“God you're fuckin’ hot,” he gushes with urgency.  He reaches in his shirt pocket for the key to the handcuffs and wraps his arms around you. His cock twitches and he fumbles around as he uncuffs you. You rip open his snap button uniform top, then cradle his face and your lips smash back together and his tongue finds yours. He pulls you close. Your tits press into his chest and you moan into his mouth as you roll your hips.

You sigh and curse and moan against each other's mouths as you ride him.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “I coulda came soon as ya—fuck–the way you were clawin’ around for my cock just to feel it—ohhhh.”

He playfully plucks at the fishnets then kneads your ass as you fuck. He lets you take the lead, sliding his hands down to your legs, then your boots. He sighs, "Ohh, baby," as you ride him.

“Yeah,” you breathe, feeling sharply on the edge already, with his cock inside you and the ghost of it pressed up against you through those pants. 

“Ohh, fuck,” he pants, “yeah.” His flesh fills yours so perfectly, stretching you around him. Your body wetly hugs his length as he smoothly thrusts up into you. He growls into your neck, “I can't get enough’a ya.” You card your fingers through his hair. 

“God you feel good,” you gush. “So fucking good. He’s kissing your neck wet and sloppy now. You both breathe audibly. "God, I love this cock," you pant. Your breath is shallow with your pending peak. You grind against him, then let it overtake you. “Fuck,” you breathe as your walls flutter around him. 

He groans as you come on his cock.  As you finish your peak, he’s clearly holding back. You look down at his inked torso glistening. 

You both watch where your bodies meet, and you tell him, “i want you to come.”

“c'mere” he takes your jaw in one hand, and brings your lips back to his. He holds you tight, kissing you for a few thrusts, then his lips fall apart to moan and breathe vocally as he fucks you.

He pulses inside, pinching his eyes shut. He groans into your cheek, and you finger his curls as he pumps you full. Then you relax into his arms.

-

You share a long moment without words, and he holds your head. Then he uses his chest to push you slightly off him. He looks you in the eyes, then does a double take down to your tits and dips his head to kiss one before returning his attention to your face. 

You're still on his cock, and the stretch persists even as he slowly softens.

He looks back and forth between your eyes and blurts out, “you should move in.” 

You laugh in shock. 

“‘m’serious, baby,” he says with a smile. You bite away another laugh and his smile fades. He whispers, “Dead serious.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, then breaks away to await your answer. 

You haven't thought about it, really. Not yet, anyway. But it doesn't feel out of the question. You glance over to Mabel’s chair. 

“She knows,” he assures you. It doesn't make a difference right now, but you pray she'll get paroled sooner rather than later. 

“Just think about it,” he offers. 

You nod and bite your lip, running your hand through his hair affectionately, still plugged by his cock. "Tempting," you smile.

“I'm a lucky man either way,” he says.

Your face heats up, and you reflexively lighten the conversation. “Why’d ya cuff me if ya wanted me on top,” you laugh.

“Hell if I know what I want,” he admits. He kisses your neck then murmurs, “Just want ya every which way all the time.”

thank you for reading, and thank you for your support. love you guys <333. my tag list is gone for real this time, sorry. I'm also on a break from writing & reading but had this in my drafts.

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Property of Leo Valdez

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader warning: major references to sexual stuff (like integral part of the story, folks), language, aged up for obvious reasons probs like 19-20 ish, author's note: i know for a fact I didn't completely come up with this concept myself. I saw a headcanon a few months ago that mentioned this idea and then i wrote it into a full fic bc i loved it so much. and I have since lost it, which is more than a little disappointing bc i would love to give credit where credit is due. if any of yall run into it, lemme know and i'll give them credit. anyways, i figured we could use a full fic in after all those hcs!! this was just collecting dust in my drafts so let's full send this baby.

leo and y/n weren’t really ones to follow the rules. it goes all the way back to their time on the argo ii. after coach hedge was gone and buford the table was put in charge, y/n had started to have really intense nightmares. like, wake-the-whole-ship-up-with-screams intense nightmares. she stopped sleeping in hopes of avoiding it. one night, she had been talking to leo, where she promptly passed out against his shoulder. it was the first peaceful night she’d had in a long time, they both knew that. so, y/n started spending her nights in leo’s room. it only took a little bit of rigging of buford to leave them alone. easy enough of a task for leo. it was a habit they couldn’t seem to break, slowly being unable to sleep without the other being in the same room.

it worked out just fine on the argo ii, but back at camp half-blood was different. chiron had noticed the closeness between the two and sat them down, reminding them of curfews and how campers of the opposite sex weren’t allowed in other cabins. he was basically letting them know he had his eyes on them. it scared the couple off for less than a week.

it started with them sleeping in bunker nine, figuring it to be a loophole. then, following a late night on the beach, y/n begged leo to spend the night with her in the poseidon cabin. he couldn’t say no to her puppy eyes, but he was slightly worried he was gonna drown on his own spit the whole night. they typically tried to avoid the hephaestus cabin whenever they could, too many of leo’s siblings around at all times. still, there were times in which percy wouldn’t let leo into the poseidon cabin, earning him a pillow to the back of his head from y/n. which is why they still frequented bunker nine, just like tonight. leo and y/n walked back to the poseidon cabin, only to be beaten by percy and annabeth, causing percy to guard the door with a small frown.

“sorry, coves, but we got here first,” he mused, to which y/n stuck her tongue out at the younger boy.

“i still hold seniority,” y/n whined, leaning into leo’s side as she crossed her arms.

“yeah, by like a few months,” percy argued back, rolling his eyes.

“so what?! that still counts!” y/n insisted, glaring at the younger boy.

“come on, coves, we’ll go,” leo interjected before the two actually started fighting, giving the girl a warm smile. she huffed, turning around to head to bunker nine before stopping right before percy closed the door. she bounded up the few steps, wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug.

“sleep well, dude,” she said, in hopes of clearing the air. she knew they weren’t actually fighting but she didn’t like going to bed with even a hint of a fight.

“you too,” he replied, giving her a squeeze and smile before heading into their cabin. y/n quickly caught up to leo, wrapping her hands around his arm as they snuck their way into the woods towards bunker nine.

it wasn’t too long of a walk, the time flying as they quietly laughed among themselves, enjoying the night so far. leo pushed the door open, gesturing for her to walk through in front of him. y/n patted his chest as she passed, heading towards the dorm area that was off the side of the main garage area. y/n was pulling her hair out of the braid it had been in all day, her hair naturally laying against her camp half-blood shirt. leo smiled at this, catching up and wrapping his hands around her waist from the back, laying his hands flat against her stomach and pressing his lips against her neck.

“what are you doing, valdez?” y/n breathed out, her breath hitching slightly as he gently sucked against her pulse point. she could feel the smirk of his lips against her skin, causing her smile to widen as well.

“hopefully? you,” he replied and y/n laughed, leaning back against him, allowing his hips to meet with her lower back. a groan left his lips at this action and y/n smirked before pulling away from his loose grip, putting an extra sway into her hips, just to piss him off.

“w-where are you going, cariño? Get back here,” leo argued, eyes snapping open as he followed after the girl. she turned a blind corner and he followed, just in time to catch her tugging her shirt off. she looked over her shoulder at him, walking backwards towards the bed in just her bra and denim shorts.

“what? did the repair boy lose his cool?” she mocked, tilting her head at him. leo shook his head, taking quick steps towards her and settling his hands against her waist, pulling her hips against his with a smirk.

“no, no. but, i’m gonna make you wish i had lost my cool,” he muttered in response, moving a hand up to cup the girl’s breast through her lace bra. a moan gets caught in her throat, y/n throwing her head back. he smirked, pulling her closer and planting kisses against her skin.

“leo,” she breathed out, a huff following as the boy unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down tantalizingly slowly. she shoved her hands under his shirt, running them over his lower abdomen, slowly lifting the shirt as her hands went higher. leo laughed lightly at her, pulling away from her marked skin as he grabbed the shirt and pulled it the rest of the way off, flinging it somewhere into the room. once the shirt was off, she smashed her lips against his, earning a shocked noise from the boy.

“y/n, gods,” he all but groaned, leaning forwards as she leaned back before they plopped down onto the bed. y/n laughed, looking up at leo as she breathed in heavily. he was using his arms to keep himself from completely putting his body weight on her.

“you look so good under me, baby,” leo whispered and y/n smiled up at him, gently setting a hand against his cheek.

“i gotta admit, the view’s pretty good from down here, too,” she replied back, leo breathing out a laugh before closing the distance between them once more. this ended a few hours later, the pair a tangled mess of limbs under the covers, leo’s body curled around y/n’s. the next morning, leo was jolted awake by a loud banging in the bunker, the boy hazily looking out the door leading to the room, being met by festus, who puffed smoke out of his metallic nostrils. leo huffed, sitting up and glaring over at the metal dragon, but ensuring that y/n was completely covered.

“festus, dude, keep the noise down. didn’t get much sleep last night,” leo yawned, glaring over at the dragon before glancing at the nearby alarm clock, instantly waking up as he saw the time.

“shit. y/n, honey, you gotta wake up,” leo muttered, gently but also rapidly trying to wake the sleeping girl. y/n tried to ignore him, attempting to nuzzle into the sheets. normally, leo’d just let her sleep in but he couldn’t today. he took another panicked glance at the clock before reaching onto the bedside time and grabbing the water bottle he kept there for safety reasons. just in case y/n ever got hurt in the bunker, he’d have a way to make it go away. he unscrewed the cap before dumping it on her, the girl shooting up with a gasp before glaring over at him.

“leonidas samuel valdez! you’re dead to me!” she screamed, flicking the water that she could off onto him.

“yeah, you can thank me when you’re not late to training with the hermes cabin,” leo barked back, jumping out of the bed and tugging on a pair of jeans. y/n leaned over, looking at the clock before her face went pale.

“shit.” “that’s what i said. Get dressed,” leo stated, throwing her an orange shirt before he scrambled to a wardrobe and pulled out a shirt for himself, rapidly doing the buttons.

“no, like, i’m gonna be in serious shit, leo. fuck me,” y/n whined, pulling the shirt on and pushing the neckline off to one side as it was baggy before reaching for a pair of shorts that she left a few weeks ago, refusing to put the ones from last night on.

“already did, baby, that’s how we got here,” leo muttered back, earning him a smack to the back of his head as she ran past, tugging on her shoes as she went.

“ow!” he called after her, grabbing his belt and resting it against his waist as he glared after her, the girl flipping her hair so she could put it in a high ponytail.

“you earned that one, hot head,” she bit out, tying her hair up and making to sprint out the door before turning back and giving the boy a rushed kiss against his lips.

“sorry. i had fun last night and while this sucks, i wouldn’t trade last night for anything,” she told him, offering a quick smile before moving to leave.

“me too. but, uh, y/n?” leo called, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“what?” she asked, hopping as she tied the laces on one shoe. “put your hair down. you have, uh, a few…” leo trailed off, gesturing to his own neck in reference. y/n groaned, pointing back at the boy with one hand while the other pulled her hair down.

“back on the naughty list, valdez,” she shouted, sprinting out of the bunker before leo could stop her again. and he truly did try, noticing his fatal mistake as the girl spun around. it wasn’t her shirt he’d thrown to her, but rather one of the extras he kept around for himself. he mainly kept it as a throw away shirt to wear while he worked, something he didn’t mind rubbing grease all over. it was old and well loved, which is why the neckline was so saggy. and proudly printed on the back in his handwriting were the words ‘property of leo valdez.’ initially meant as a way to keep his grabby siblings away from his shirts, but now its meaning made leo’s heart soar and cringe at the same time. man, he was in for a big lecture when she noticed.

“sorry i’m late, just caught up doing stuff,” y/n huffed as she ran into the archery area, quickly picking up a bow and quiver of arrows. she spun around and squinted her eyes at the hermes kids before zeroing in on the stoll brothers. she jutted her hip out and gave them a pointed look.

“what?” “does ‘stuff’ go by the name of leo?” connor asked, causing the rest of the hermes kids to burst into laughter. that was quickly interrupted by an arrow grazing the boy’s shirt, ripping a clean hole next to his ribs. connor looked up, mouth dropped and eyes wide as he was met with y/n, still holding her bow towards him, a new arrow notched.

“wanna try again?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy. connor swallowed thickly before shaking his head. y/n lowered her bow, rolling her eyes.

“thank you. now, let’s get started, yeah? unless anyone has any last smartass comments they’d like to share with the class?” y/n dug in, crossing her arms, scouring the crowd for a moment before allowing a smile to grace her lips as she clapped her hands together, “Great! now, who wants to learn how i hit connors shirt without hitting him?”

the hermes kids were quick to learn and the lesson finished fast, leaving y/n to clean up. she was unsticking the arrows from the hay bales and thought back on the hermes kids. she figured maybe the shirt had grease on it or something that she couldn’t see. y/n began making her way towards her cabin in hopes of changing into a new shirt when she ran into percy, who immediately did a double take upon seeing his sister's shirt.

“you’re joking,” percy bit out in shock, staring at his sister with a rage she had never seen directed at her before. y/n jumped at his voice, pressing a hand to her chest.

“what?! why so much attitude, this is literally the first time i’ve seen you today-” y/n argued, pushing her hair out of her face while she tried to catch her breath.

“nope. nope. let’s go, y/n, now,” percy insisted, grabbing the girl by her shirt and dragging her towards the forge. he was muttering curses under his breath and y/n was so confused, trying to get him to let go of the shirt.

“percy?! what the hades! let go-” y/n shouted as he finally let go, the girl stumbling to stay up right as they were at the doors to the forge, catching the attention of all the hephestus kids in there. leo turned his head too, before wincing at the sight before him.

“this better be a fucking joke, valdez. start laughing or i start stabbing,” percy growled and leo held his hands out, trying to sooth percy.

“look, i thought it was her shirt! i didn’t know which one it was, i’ve got so many of those damn shirts! it was honestly an accident. come on, percy,” leo insisted, taking small steps away as percy walked forwards. y/n’s brows furrowed more as she looked down at the shirt, not seeing anything wrong with it.

“you let my sister walk around with that shit on her back!? i’m gonna kill you,” percy argued, pointing back at y/n, who’s head tilted. leo shrunk even more, swallowing thickly.

“she still doesn’t know?” he asked, his voice pitchy. percy then spun around to his sister too, eyes wide.

“what- wait a second-” y/n huffed before taking one of the nearby shields and setting it up, using the metal as a sort of mirror. the two watched her read it and she looked back at leo with a gaze he couldn’t quite read. then, she burst into laughter, tears quickly pooling in her eyes as she clutched her stomach. percy and leo shared a glance, equally confused.

“uh, baby? you’re-…you’re not mad?” leo questioned, tilting his head at her. y/n wiped away some of her tears, still trying to catch her breath.

“no, i am,” she replied, still giggling a bit, “but- i almost made connor stoll look like a pincushion over this shirt.”

“so you’re fine with that being advertised?” percy asked, crossing his arms with a frown. y/n was finally calming down and she rolled her eyes at him, still smiling though.

“i mean, the shirt’s not wrong,” she shrugged, patting his shoulder as she walked past. she then poked a finger into leo’s chest, now frowning at him.

“though, if you ever let me walk out in this shirt again, i’m throwing you in the lake. Got it?” “yes, ma’am.” “damn straight. now, i’ve got to go change then get lunch. i’ll see ya boys,” y/n said, pressing a kiss to leo’s cheek before walking off. once she was far enough away, percy smacked leo’s chest, causing the boy to keel over.

“what was that for??” “dunno. i’ll tell you when i find a reason,” percy shrugged, walking away.

the day carried on. leo was quick to find y/n before lunch, pressing kisses after kisses to her cheek as an apology. y/n eventually pushed him off with a laugh as they walked into the dining pavilion. they got their plates together but parted ways since they had to sit with their cabins. y/n pulled her hair back, eyeing the honey on her sandwich since she didn’t want it in her hair. percy started speaking as she sat down, yet to look at her though.

“so, i was thinking maybe we should do a movie night-” he stopped as he looked up, his eyes catching on the hickeys that littered his sisters neck, his eyes twitching. the neck of her shirt was cut off, allowing it to slip off her shoulder and her hair was tied back, allowing him to see all of them. y/n looked up as he stopped speaking before following his gaze. her eyes widened and she jumped out of her seat.

“percy-” “three,” he started, calmly wiping his hands and pushing his seat back. y/n yelps before moving towards the hephestus table, quickly gaining leo and everyone else’s attention too.

“we’ve got to go. now! move it, fire boy!” y/n insisted, grabbing hold of his arm and tugging him up.

“what-” leo argued, letting her drag him though.

“two,” percy continued, pulling his pen out of his pocket, inspecting it like he had all the time in the world. leo’s eyes widened as they landed on y/n’s neck then twisted back to percy.

“yeah, running’s a good idea. Go, Go, Go!” he agreed, quickly taking the girl with him.

“one,” percy muttered before jumping up and chasing after the couple.

“i’m gonna kill you! it’s gonna be painful! you’re gonna wish you never met her!” he yelled after them.

“never!” leo shouted back with a laugh, dragging the girl behind him.

author's note cont. : for once in my life, i have nothing more to say. the yapper has been silenced. you guys are free fr

[lilacevans]

are you death or paradise?

ahhhh, first fic! just a liccle ficlet for you. dark, but not too dark. please lemme know what you think!! (i know i said in my tags that it would be mafia!ari but uh, i changed my mind and this came out instead. but that one's sat in my drafts for another time!) anyway, thank you for 160+ followers!!

dark!steve rogers x avenger!reader. tw; minor depictions of injury, kidnapping. if you're under the age of 18, my work isn't for you, go away

ok im gonna go hide now ahhhhh. also it’s my work so, don’t pinch it/recreate it or i’ll show up at ur house and steal your spoons

You could sense something was wrong the moment you opened your eyes.

The room around you was dimly lit by a single light hanging low in the center of the ceiling. The walls were bare, paint peeling that showed the solid concrete underneath. The floor was filthy, covered in dirt and dust, and a metal rusted door seemed to be the only way out. There were no windows, and it was basically vacant— nothing in the room except for the dingy mattress you were laying on, a toilet, and a sink.

All you knew at that moment was that you needed to get out of here; wherever here was.

You groaned as you pulled yourself up, wincing as every bone and muscle screamed under your skin, your entire body begging for you to lay back down. You dusted off your hands as you coughed, instantly regretting it as pain spiked through your lungs causing you to clutch at your chest. Your throat was dry and scratchy, your head pounded.

You then reached a hand up to find the source of the pain and as your fingers touched the back of your head you winced as you touched the painful spot and pulled your fingers back and discovered blood on your fingers, rubbing your fingers together as more confusion settled in and you questioned how you ended up here.

Before you had a chance to even question your situation further or to scream out, a loud clunk rang out in the room, followed by the turning of a lock and the scraping of the metal door being swung open. Your hands shot up in front of your eyes as a harsh light shined on you, making you unable to see whoever was standing in the doorway. It wasn’t until the person made it to the center of the room that you gasped and rushed to your feet before the chains on your ankles pulled you back down onto the mattress.

“Steve?” You asked in disbelief, eyes darting from the thick, heavy metal cuff around your ankle and the man before you. 

Steve didn’t look right. He had a sick smirk on his lips and his uniform was dark with red detailing and the signature Hydra logo splayed across his chest.

“Bingo,” Steve affirmed enthusiastically, clicking his fingers before pointing them and lips breaking into a wide smile, full of teeth and a glimmer of something dark in his eyes. “But, not the one you're probably hoping for.”

You gawked up at him, unable to say a word. The man you’d spend the last year getting to know had been a total lie, or there were two. God, you were so confused. Think! 

As you continued to stare up in horror, the memory of the two of you hanging out in the gym came back. He had pulled you along, promising a sparring session to blow off some steam after a mission went wrong, and then hit you over the head with a dumbbell as you leaned down to stretch.

“You’re confused,” Steve said, sassy and rushed as he sat down in front of you, holding up his hands. “Allow me to explain-“

“You lied,” You stressed, heartbroken, voice wavering and breath shaky. “You lied to us all.”

“I never lied, silly, Steve replied, condescension dripping from his lips as he reached out a hand towards you. You quickly smacked it away, earning a displeased sigh from the man you once considered a friend. “I just simply didn’t tell anyone. That’s the whole undercover part— You know, you’ve done it. If people wanna believe that I’m some good-hearted hero then let them! They don’t need to know I’m also the one causing the chaos and inciting more violence and war behind the scenes.”

Steve reached out for you again but this time you quickly backed yourself against the wall, putting as much distance between yourself and Steve. Your whole body shook, the reality making you feel nauseous and vile. Tears threatened to spill over your eyes as you remembered all the times Steve had held you after bad days, rough missions, horrible arguments, and soul-crushing nightmares.

“Don’t be like that, baby. It’s still me,” Steve insisted, hand on his heart. “We can still have fun together. Who knows? They might let me keep you once we’re all done.”

“Who’s they?” You spat. If Steve thought there was any hope of keeping you, he was wrong. 

“I don’t run the show, sweetheart. Merely following orders. All you need to know is that if you’re a good girl and behave—“ Steve lunged forward quickly to gather you in his arms. You let out a shout and shoved against him pathetically, your body too weak fight against him as he manoeuvred you into his lap and cradled you like a child. Steve laughed tauntingly as he held you close to his chest and spoke into your ear. “And everything will be fine. Can you do that for me, baby?''

[heather-ouo]

*Ehem*

Enemies to lovers troupe with Vill V and f!reader, but it's also a villain x amnesiac!heroine 👀

lemme try clearing it, Vill V and Y/N were once childhood friends, due to some accident (let's say a sudden honkai attack) Y/N was hospitalised and forgot some memories including her time with Vill-V and all. Rumors spreads wide and reached Vill-V ears that Y/N is dead (which is a false rumor). And she went Otto mode, like she went the Villain way even tho there's a better option.

And then boom, Vill-V and Y/N met again in a battlefield, Y/N sensing familiarity yet couldn't tell why and Vill-V there looking at Y/N in tears.

and the rest is for you to decide LMAO I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE, literally wrote all of this at 11pm 😭

~ your lesbian neighbor

History repeats itself but different

(Villain! Vill-V x amnesiac! GN! Reader) old era

Do not bring your brain when reading fanfiction because some don't make sense, cuz is fanfics logic.

Warning!: Fluff -> Angst ->Fluff, short scene of dumping dead bodies, no proofread ( this thing make me loss three days of brain cells )

Things to remind

“ name ” -> Vill-V personality

(R/m) -> random name

(C/n) -> code name

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Masterlist

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Vill-V stares at the battlefield unfold before her, all thanks to the strange core she found on the other day giving Vill-V the power to control the beast she once was against.

Those grey pink eyes lost its shine on the same day she lost you, letting the kind and friendly Vill-V buried in dust replace with the Villain Vill-V, well looks like our main Vill-V is gone.

Let’s take this camera back in time.

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 Year: #### 

“ Villy I knew I would find you here! ” The (h/c) said with a smile when they swung the door open causing one of her creations to drop on the floor and you winced at the sound.

‘ Villy ’ that's the nickname you give her when the two of you first meet.

“ (Y/n)! Open the door gently please! ” Vill-V yells from the deeper part of the room.

Every time you budge into her workplace Vill-V purposely places one of her failed creations beside the door where it will fall off when the door bangs /slams against the wall, Saving her time to unscrew the part, letting it fall apart.

“ Sorry! I will clean it up in no time! ” You yelled back as you grabbed the broom behind the door.

A few minutes after you carry all the parts and dump it in the box full of metal and material goods. 

The (h/c) walk to the working table where Vill-V is busy drawing the draft and you make yourself comfortable sitting on the table.

“ There we go! Now Villy.. ” you grab the pen from her hand followed by Vill-V look at you with a slightly annoying face which you smirk at her reaction every time you take the pen.

“ It’s time to touch some grass! ”  ( and so do you * pointing you all who’s in front of the screen* )

The (h/c) put the pen away and grab Vill-V’s hand only resulting in her gripping on the door frame tightly while you try to pry her off it.

“ Come on Villy! You need some break here and there! ”

“ NOOOO! MY TOOLS! MY CREATIO——-MMM?! ”

Simple way of cutting someone off,

Is by kissing them right on the lips.

“ N-Now sh-hush my dear-est m-magician. ( 〃▽〃) ” Vill-V swore to god she saw steams coming from your head while dragging her away.

I must say.. that kiss is very sweet, did (y/n) eat candies behind my back again? Back in that time I was the one who’s supposed to be embarrassed instead you were red as a tomato while dragging me out…

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“ Ugh… stay in there rabbit! You can't ruin my show like that! ” 

A Child Vill-V sitting on the grass while trying to stuff a small rabbit in her hat which didn't work out as she let the rabbit jump away.

Her parents were proud when Vill-V showed her liking towards magicians and machinists, they cleaned out a workplace in their backyard for Vill-V which he spent most of her time there.

It was not long before her parents' friends came along with you, entering her life bringing a new shine though her daily life since your parents moved beside Vill-V’s parents house.

An energetic yet a little clumsy person you are.

“ Villy!~ woaaa—-! ” Surprisingly the (h/c) did not see the small rock while skipping their way to Vill-V and tripped on it.

Now we have a human ball rolling down the small hill aiming Vill-V who did not heard you called out for her until she heard someone screaming which found you rolling straight at her.

“ WHAT IN THE—- ”

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“ So that’s why you two have wounds huh? ” Vill-V’s mother said as she was taking care of the wound of the both of you who crashed into spiky bushes due to the accidents.

“ Im sorry Mrs. V… I wasn’t looking.. ” You apologized to her mother.

“ It’s alright dear, also your parents agreed for you to stay overnight here. ”

“ Really!? ” you suddenly lean over the chair causing you to almost fall over if isn’t for Vill-V to pull your back by your shirt/dress or you would facepalm the ground for the second time.

“ You really need to be more careful (y/n)... ” Vill-V looks at you with a worried face while you chuckle at her words.

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In short when the Honkai breakout happened in your city few people survive and that includes you and Vill-V who joined the Firemoths, one become the soldier and other become a machinist due to her ability.

Today was your second mission hunting down a herrscher, all gears are ready and your teammates… were some asshole getting all the credits left you in the dust, currently on the helicopter a few minutes before landing.

“ Let’s get this over.. You need to ask Vill-V out for a date after. ” you mumbled while tightening the parachute for landing and grab the Abyss flower which you have been approved to be the user.

* BOOMMM! *

The sound when thunder strikes the plane and explodes at the same time, the doors are open leaving you with one choice while the helicopter is falling and your teammates are knocked out.

The (h/c) jump out and just before they open the parachute another attack is thrown at them, thanks to the falling speed you were unhurt.

After safely landing you quickly speak to the walkie talkie.

“ This Is (c/n) I have found the herrscher! In (city name) center! My teammates are killed in action! I repeat! A herrscher is sighted in (city name) center! Over! ”

Few minutes of silent before Kevin’s voice beez 

“ This Is Kevin, My teammates and I are near the center, we have found (c/n) teammates and the pilot’s bodies, get yourself cover (c/n), Out. ” 

The (h/c) quickly run into some rundown buildings and start to take care of their wounds from the explosion.

“ This is Dr.Mei, (c/n) do you see what power the herrscher is associated with? Over. ”

“ Is something with purple light just like thunder, over. ” 

Suddenly the building starts to break down due to the herrscher hearing voices and deciding to bury you, now with still having the radio on everyone heard your screaming as you are being buried and the walkie talkie was crushed a few seconds after.

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“ Hey hey (r/m), have you heard the news ? ”

“ What news? ” 

“ The news of the sixteenth team was wiped out during the hunt for Herrscher of thunder. ”

“ That? I heard from the thirty sixth team that they heard the screaming of the last member before they died. ” 

“ The teams that were sent out were a little traumatized when they got back. ” When they spotted Vill-V staring at them, they quickly get far away from her workplace.

It’s only been two hours after Kevin and the teams got back, she kept hearing the sixteenth team being wiped out news all over the base while having her head buried in creation and herrscher cores.

Strange..

Very strange 

Usually when you return from your mission, the (h/c) would immediately drag her out of the workplace for some fresh air and ignore her injuries all the time.

Vill-V hates the sinking feeling that gets bigger and bigger as the time passes by. She caught a few people who’s talking about the sixteenth team and asked them what happened.

They give her a sympathetic look before spills about what they know and the last line caught her off.

“ The Sixteenth team…... one of them was named (c/n). ”

“ Are you an idiot? (c/n) is (y/n)! ” The person beside them quickly corrected and Vill-V widened her eyes.

“ Ah yea (c/n) is (y/n), Yea so…..” they turned around to Vill-V who was gone.

Vill-V walks back to her workplace, remembering she secretly hid a life detector in your uniform which she stopped checking after you managed to get back to her every time alive.

She slams the door open and searches every inch of the workplace and finally finds a phone size monitor, 

“ Why is it broken at the worst time?! ” Vill-V grinds her teeth, her patience starts to loosen. 

“ Hey Main, let me try to fix it. ”  “Expert” voice echoing through her mind, right she usually leaves the machine stuff to her so maybe..

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All the Vill-Vs stare at the monitor not wanting to believe the results it's showing.

Her childhood friend is confirmed dead.

The last detection was four hours ago.. and the detector is marked destroyed.

“ Expert” throws the monitor on the ground in anger, every Vill-Vs feels that they are sinking in an ocean and can’t breathe with regrets eating them up.

Vill-V quickly takes control back and locks the door slowly, leans down and hugs her knees, she feels a lump form in her throat as she slowly breathes in… out.. and in again.

Within a few minutes tears blinding her sight and slid down from her face, looking down a bit Vill-V spotted a dity gold gift box under the table beside, your birthday gift which she forgot to open.

Inside she finds a teddy bear with a mini hat like hers and a birthday letter.

What a fool she is.

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The blonde girl dumped a few bodies on top piles of dead ones, she cleaned up the blood on her hands before heading back to the new base.

She requested to move to another moth base to help them grow in weaponry stuff which the higher up agreed but before she left Vill-V took some of your personal belongings like clothes you frequently wear and your hair brush.

“Mad” carefully extract the DNA from the clothes and you know the rest, none of them works nor having a conscious.

“Mad” was the previous Vill-V. She jailed other Vill-Vs except “ Pride” and “Expert ”.

( Pride was the one In ER that tries to trap Mei in her conscious in chapter 31 i think .. or is it 30? )

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Turning our attention to you

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The (h/c) woke up to see white clean ceiling yet they had a strange urge to get up from the bed and ran off to somewhere.

You held out your hand in the air and the bandages caught you off, they don’t remember being injured or something, curiously you sit up and unwrap the bandages to find scars all over it.

“ (Y/n)….” You look over to see a purple haired woman wearing a lab coat followed by a whited haired male who seems to want to place a hand on the purple haired shoulder but quickly pulls back.

“ It’s no use Mei.. ”

Suddenly a transporter who’s carrying a large amount of concrete into the training room brake hard causing all to fall on the floor.

The sound brings you back to some run down building when it suddenly crumbles burying you alive and you saw purple lighting.

Right… you were on a mission and what..?

‘ (Y/n)! Look at me! ” the scene around you changes to normal with Mei shaking your shoulder.

“ waaaaa….. st..op…sha…king mmeeeee! ” You grab her hands.

“ Sorry.. you’ve been staring blankly at the window for six minutes and I got a little worried. ” 

“ Ha ha very funny to shake me like that. ” Forget about the problem in your hand, the trio went out for some food.

You sighed as you walked In the hallway of gods knows where but when you pass by a workplace the strange yet familiar feeling makes you open the door to find no one but some metal and machine parts.

‘ Weird..’ you thought to yourself as you closed the door and continued wondering your way to the cafe.

Little do you know, that workplace belongs to Vill-V.

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Back to the battlefield.

Honkai beasts fight against the Firemoths as they try to make their way to the new base where “ Mad ” falsely reported being taken over and trapped.

The beasts over number the remaining humans thought they are winning the battle but it was not until a familiar voice shouted through the battle.

“ I am the black that devours everything! ” “Mad” scans through the crowd to find the owner of the voice.

“ I am the white that gave birth to everything! ” The (h/c) rise the Abyss flower above their head, the silver parts reflected the sun giving a shine which caught “ Mad ” attention instantly.

“ Before the birth of the world, I existed after the annihilation! ” She can’t believe it… You are alive!

“ Abyss flower second edition! BANISH BLOOM! ” Right you finish a white flash blinding the battle.

After the light dies down a large number of Honkai were wiped out leaving few higher class alive and you one knee kneeling on the ground burned out using the abyss flower.

Vill-V chuckled as tears fell from her face, she turned her back to the battle and walked back to the base then she went to the workplace destroying every little evidence of her trying to bring you back alive.

Before she puts on her act, all the honkai beasts are everywhere in the base and the herrscher that’s once in her control has broken free to start destroying the base.

Vill-V leans on the door and a smile forms on her face while tears fall down.

What a fool is she to believe some shitty rumours, but at least she gets to see you again.

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Masterlist

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Friendly warning: don’t start a rumour unless you are getting something from it. :)

[edenesth]

Hello! I'm your anon from a while back. I gave you some encouragement and you tagged the posts with '#shaking crying sobbing'.

Just wanted to preface this by saying, I've really missed you. I wanted to come on here to give you some more words of encouragement. Alas, life has been busy, but I'm back, just for you.

Let me ask you this question. What is a perfect writer?

Once you've thought about, I've got your answer. A perfect writer is... Someone... Who doesn't exist. There is no such thing as a perfect writer.

As a writer, you have aspirations. In those aspirations, always stay true to you. Cause you are beautiful. Whoever you look up to, it's acceptable to gain inspiration from them, but never shift your writing to be just like them. Because truth is, they have insecurities in their creativity, too.

They feel like crap, too. They get knocked down, too. They get writer's block, too. They hate their first drafts, too. They wanna throw their computers, too. They cry, they sweat, they give up, they ponder 'what the hell am I doing'/'I'm in the wrong profession', too.

But they get back up. They dust themselves off. They put their minds to it. They put their all into their work and they get it done. And I encourage you to do the same, with whatever avenue you choose to pursue, it doesn't have to be a creative one.

I also want to remind you, to take breaks. If you're tired, take a nap. If you're hungry, go eat. Go for a walk. Go on a vacation. Don't resist your urges too much. Yes stick to deadlines, but it's okay if you, physically/mentally/spiritually/psychologically, can't.

Remember to drink your water, have your cheat meals, and stay blessed. I'm rooting for you, not just in this creative venture, but in life. Be blessed. And as always, I hope this put a pretty smile, on your pretty face♡♡

(If you ever wanna talk, lemme know. I'll reach out to you, just call for your #shaking crying sobbing anon ;))

Hello, my loveliest!❤️

I've missed you too, you really are the sweetest!😭 I wholeheartedly agree with you, I believe there is no perfect writer. Thank you for your continuous words of encouragement! I appreciate it because you have no need to write me such touching words, but the fact that you still put your heart into doing it really means a lot🫂

Yes, this definitely put the biggest smile on my face! You never fail to do so🥹💓 I'll keep that in mind, my darling!🫶🏻

[cantsaythetword]

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

~A/N  - I had this idea and it's been gathering dust in my drafts for like a month and finally today I decided to at least start it. We shall see if I finish it...

Essentially a reader fic with both Marc and Steven tickling the reader and switching out to show the best methods and teases to use. I hope it turns out alright!

I'll probably end up writing another Lee fic with either Marc or Steven but we shall see ^^.

EDIT CAUSE I FINISHED IT: Jesus christ this is possibly the longest fic I've written here so buckle the fuckle up y'all!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List:

@mysterious-marvel

@mystey-here

(I'm also gonna tag @chailatteftef cause they seemed hyped about the fic, lemme know if you want me to remove the tag!)

Masterpost Link

If there was one thing you had learnt about Marc and Steven over the little time you had known them, is they get weirdly competitive over the most obscure things.

It started with them annoying each other. Marc would put the toilet paper one way, Steven liked it the other. Unfortunately this made you rather privy to their bathroom habits. One would put their toothbrush on the left side of the sink, and the other purposely puts it on the right.

Stupid pedantic things like that.

Then it progressed to household chores. Each would try to leave more dishes or washing for the other to do. Thankfully you never ended up having to do extra or there would have been WORDS, but it was annoying enough waking up to angry voices yelling into any reflective surface nearby that "EVEN THOUGH IT'S THE SAME BODY I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO TOUCH YOUR PANTS MARC!"

And yet, somehow, it got worse.

You had found a second hand Wii at a thrift store. What you thought could be a fun little pastime for you and whoever was in control of the body, it ended up with a relentless battle between the two people. Every day, one of them was trying to beat the other's fastest speed. They created a leader board for each map, with both of their times for each. And they would not do ANYTHING until someone had one-upped somebody else.

This continued up until this morning...

"WHERE'S THE DISC?" Marc yelled from the TV.

"HOW WOULD I KNOW?" You yelled back from the kitchen as you dried off the final few plates. "YOU GUYS NEVER PLAY ANYTHING ELSE!"

There were several seconds of rustling, a solid half-minute of DVD cases falling on the wooden floor, and a soft "shit" from Marc, before you finally rolled your eyes and walked over to 'help' him.

Of course, you knew exactly where it was. Once Steven had gone to sleep last night, you had snuck into the living room and taken the disc out of the Wii and hidden it in the Wii Fit cover (knowing for a fact neither of them would touch that game for a while).

"I've looked EVERYWHERE!" He groaned, his arm squished behind the TV cabinet, flailing around the back in the hopes of feeling that circular metallic object.

You couldn't help but flicker your eyes towards the games scattered over the floor and break into a small smirk. You managed to cover it with a cough, and Marc was too preoccupied now attempting to remove his stuck arm.

"Shut UP Steven it's not my fault!" Marc muttered sharply.

There was a pause, Steven was presumably snapping back a witty reply.

"You're the last one who used it!"

A second pause.

"YES of course I could have beaten a minute and four seconds IT'S NOT THAT FAR OFF MY OLD ONE!"

There was less than half a second of silence before,

"I WAS ROUNDING UP THE MILISECONDS!"

You laughed at their bickering. At least they were talking about SOMETHING other than competitions.

"Are you sure you don't know where it is Y/N?" Marc sighed defeatedly, slumping back against the wall and looking up at you.

"No..." You tried to sound sincere, but even you could hear the slight giggle in your voice.

Uh oh.

Marc's face morphed to a gruff glare. "Y/n..."

"I didn't do anything!" You held your hands up in surrender, left foot taking a small step back just in case.

Good choice, as Marc was now manoeuvring to his feet with a stare that gave you nervous butterflies.

Once again, you subconsciously glanced at the Wii Fit cover on the floor, but this time you couldn't hide anything.

Marc followed your gaze, went to one knee and opened up a few of the game cases on the ground. You could hear him muttering the names as he picked them up.

"Wii sports... Wii Play... Carnival games..."

Your heart began to race as his hand hovered over the dummy cover. The jig was up, you were about to be revealed as the game thief.

That little click of release sealed your fate, and Marc slowly turned and stood upright to face you.

"You didn't move this, huh?" He gently shook the disc.

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Why?"

You took a breath. "You guys do nothing but that game all day trying to beat each other!"

"And?!" He stepped towards you.

"Surely you two are sick of being so competitive all the time?" Your eyes darted from Marc to any possible exit in the room and back again.

"Nope." He popped, staring you down like a predator. "Just a part of our charm."

With that, he lunged.

Knocking the wind out of you and pushing you onto the floor, he sat across your hips, knees bent on either side trapping your arms next to your ribs.

"MARC NO!" You squealed as he began rapidly and spontaneously poking and prodding at your ribs.

"What? You ticklish or something?" He grinned, forming his hands into claws and vibrating them along your sides.

"MARC PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

"Nope! Shouldn't have moved our game!"

"MAHAHAHARC OH GOHOHOHOD!" Your bubbly laughter deafened your ears, not able to process anything but the ridiculous sensations pounding from your body.

"Tickle tickle y/n!" He drawled, squeezing against your hips. "This is getting you real bad, isn't it."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!"

"Awwww isn't this just-" He paused, glancing into the television. "Oh you have an idea huh Steven?"

"NONONONONO!" You begged, you had no idea what Steven had in store for you but it couldn't be good.

Your protests were in vain, however, as Marc's teasing smirk transformed into Steven's endearing smile.

"Alrighty!" Steven beamed, resting his hands at his knees. "This is how you do it Marc!"

"Dohohohoho whahahat?" You couldn't stop the giggles from pouring out.

"I'll show you!"

Somehow the rough jabbing fingers that Marc was torturing you with earlier changed to soft, unbearably light tickles with Steven. The pads of his fingertips softly skittering their way across your collarbones and up around your neck. It was like with each touch Steven hit your giggle button, and little spurts of laughter spilled out of your mouth every time he made contact. You couldn't control yourself.

"Steheheven stohohop ihihit!" You squeaked through your laughter.

"No can do giggles! Seems like this is a pretty good spot for you eh?"

"Stehehevehehen!"

His teasing wasn't making this any easier.

The soft feathery strokes migrated from your shoulders, down your arms, and ended up behind Steven's back where your legs met your hips. The torturously light scratches moved in slow agonising circles on the outside of your thighs, occasionally pressing a little harder near your hip joint like a ticklish massage.

"Awwww this is a blast!" He laughed. "I can't get enough of this!"

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!"

Steven let out a gasp of fake hurt. "Did you just tell me to shut it?"

You couldn't form a reply, as his fingers rubbed faster into the tops of your thighs.

"That's not very nice." He tutted. "Whatever should I do with you...?"

You didn't have to wait long, as Steven's face picked up as if he was listening to someone...

Oh no.

"Ah that's true Marc, we haven't tried there yet~!" Steven grinned. "And I'm sure that would be a greatttt spot for our little cutie here."

"NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!" You begged, only just starting to get used to the lighter kind of tickles (though that didn't make them any less tickly).

"Be right back!" He winked, before his eyes rolled back and his body briefly slumped a few inches before restoring to it's domineering position.

You were allowed a second or two to breathe before you made eye contact with a very teasy looking Marc.

"What did you say to Steven?" He asked calmly, though there was a hint of evil in his voice.

"Nohohothing..." You stuttered, eyes locked onto Marc's hands.

"We both know that's a lie. I'll ask you again." He raised his fingers threateningly. "What did you say to Steven?"

"I dihihidn't!"

Marc sighed, looking up at the TV. "Can you believe this?"

An unsettling grin spread across his face.

"Oh that's mean." Marc chuckled. "That's really mean."

"Whahat? What's mehehean?" Your eyes were wide in anticipation.

"This."

In what felt like a split second, Marc's eyes went white, his head fell towards yours and-

*PHFFFFFFBT!*

You screamed, both in surprise and at the intensely ticklish sensations now vibrating along your neck.

"MARCCCC!!!" Your voice was the highest pitch it's ever been, almost glass-breaking frequency.

"How dare you!" A familiar British accent huffed. "It's me you buffoon!"

You were about to squeak an apologetic reply before Steven's mouth was blowing on your neck again. And you were squealing, again.

"Told you I'd be back!" He giggled, hands softly worming their way into your armpits. As if the raspberries weren't enough!

"STEHEHEHEHEVEN!" You begged, head thrown back, eyes scrunched shut, twisting any direction your body pleased to try and escape the torturous tickles under your biceps.

There was a pause before a gruff voice chuckled.

"Wrong again." Marc raked his fingers from your pits down your ribs (as best as your arms would allow, they were doing a great job at trapping his hands in place). "You'd think you would know the difference by now..."

"I COHOHOULDN'T SEEHEEHEE!"

"Not my problem." He grinned. "Though I am slightly offended you have to look. Figured you could tell by how much I can make you squeal huh?"

"MAHAHARC SHUT UHUHUP!" You turned your head to the side in an attempt to hide your hot cheeks.

*PHFFFFBT!*

The exposed side of your neck was assaulted with tickly ripples once again, and you knew exactly which of the troublesome two would have done this.

"STEHEHEHEVEN!"

"Whaht? No thais is staill Moarc!" The most terrible fake American accent pretended, hands skittering just above your chest. "Ai aym offhendad thayt yaou would ayven thaink ait wahs mae!"

"Steheheven that's teheherrible! I knohohow it's yohohou!"

"Well," a much more normal American sighed, "not anymore... But that accent was horrible."

The brief pause in tickles gave you a moment to watch Marc and Steven shift again.

"Hey no it wasn't! That's exactly how you talk, isn't it Y/N!" Steven put his hands on his hips in protest.

You didn't answer, suddenly finding the colour of the wall very interesting.

"Y/N, that's what he sounds like yeah?" Steven poked a finger into your tummy, snapping you back to the situation at (his) hand.

"HEY!" You yelped, giggling slightly as he wriggled it to prompt a response. "I don't knohohow just cut it out!"

"Rude. Not even supporting your friend." Steven shook his head in disappointment. "And another thing! I can make Y/N squeal just as much as you Marc!"

For proof, Steven began squishing and squeezing your thighs behind him, watching you squeal and shake and laugh as he went.

"I'd say this is pretty effective!"

"STAHAHAHAP!" Your legs were uncontrollably bouncing under his claws, feet pounding on the floor with every squeeze he got. "NOHOHOT ANOTHER COHOHOMPEHEHE- COMPETIHIHI- COMPETITION!"

The squeezing turned a little sharper, "I dunno Steven... What do you think Y/N, is this bad? Or this~"

He moved his hands a little lower and targeted that awful spot right above your knees.

"THAHAHAHAT THAT'S WOHOHORSE!"

"So I'm the best?" He smirked.

"I DIHIHIDN'T SAHAHAY THAT!"

"Give us an answer Y/N!" Marc rapidly shifted his position to sit on your calves.

"NOHOHOHO!" You begged, sitting upright and performing a very threatening bear hug in an attempt to pull him away.

"You got yourself into this."

"HOHOW??"

Marc's body tensed.

"You did steal our game Y/N." Steven beamed, before leaning down a scraping a single fingernail up your foot.

You slammed your back into the ground in reaction - almost winding yourself in the process.

"Steheheven no please! I didn't think it would lead to this!"

"Too bad!" He chuckled, before releasing all ten of his fingers in an all-out tickle-attack.

You screamed before descending into absolute guffaws. Your hands whipping from grabbing the carpet to clenching you face to trying to hit Steven's back, all the while Steven seemed to be having just as much fun as you were.

Someone grabbed a hold of your ankle to pin it down while a hand unleashed a terrible scribble-attack on your sole.

"You definitely asked for this." Marc taunted. "Interrupting our important bonding moments of friendly challenge."

"I DIHIHIDN'T- I WAHAAS JUHUHST- NOHOHO MAHAHARC!"

"Though come to think of it, I do feel sufficiently distracted from our feud Steven..." He smirked up at the TV.

You couldn't argue back, you were loosing air, your energy completely depleted. You barely registered their switch until he spoke.

"I guess we are working together rather well!" Steven laughed, quickly wriggling his fingers under your toes as the finale. "I guess we all got what we wanted huh?"

At long last, the hands retreated and you were released. Your whole body slumped as the weight of the man sitting on your legs disappeared.

"You alright sweetheart?" He asked sincerely, sitting down next to you with the biggest smile on his face.

You nodded, a grin splitting your cheeks from ear to ear.

You were about to say something when Steven snapped around to look at the TV.

"They were about to pass out Marc, and we have our game!"

...

"-and I think they paid a sufficient pric-"

...

"Yes I was having fun too but we want them to breathe!"

You lay on the floor for quite some time while they fought, still giggling both from the aftershock of the tickles and from the stupidity of the situation.

Yep. You got exactly what you wanted, in more ways than one.

[iced-souls]

Oh yeah so I am just gonna talk about it now because *cough* it’s probably gonna take a lil while longer to finish cause of schul *cough* so I shall now update you all on

MY PLANS—

SO this is both for myself and if y’all wanna know what I shall be doin or somethin—

Ok so—

Obviously, as I’ve said before, I’m gonna finish this next update for left behind, in which I have almost finished the line art for it, and then hopefully if I don’t give up on doin which I might do cause meh—, I’ll finish the ut dr anniversary drawing. WHICH I MADE THE SKETCH FOR IT on the day but ran out of time…. It’s also not the beeeest but if I do give up on it then I’ll just post the sketch with the next school doods post probably—.

But anyways, after that I am planning on trying to post less/draw less/ focus more on school stuff for a while, at least until I get the hang of things….. which I do not know how long that will take—.

Mainly decided this cause I’m getting distracted and I stress out a lot when I have to many things to do/ want to do, so I’m cutting off a bit for my brains sake.

However I DO also have plans for if I ever get free time and want to do some stuff.

Lemme find my notes—

Ok so 1st thing which I can do in any free time, also possibly if I go to this 1 club in my school that happened last year(art club) so I can get a specific time to do drawing stuff hehehe, is make some more oc references, which I’ll probably add onto artfight for next year. There’s only a couple I REALLY have been wanting to do for a while now, which I have in my notes—.

So that’s: that one Skeleguy, lollipop guy, pineapple baller guy (edit: also jimjam). And then some other guys I might do are: Dust! Undyne, Sun angel + lightning rainbow guy, minecraft sona stone golem guy, aaaaaand underscrungle guys.

Speaking of underscrungle, I’ll probably figure out some more roles for that, I’ll probs just right it down sometime—.

Ight ok, 2nd thing iiiiiiiis…… OH YEAH, also have mentioned before, but I might also work on another rottmnt x my ocs compilation. I have 2 clips in my head currently and there’s bound to be more. When will I work on this? I have an animation club starting up at my school so imma work on it 1 day of the week during that time. So probably will take a while to finish—.

Tttthhhheennnnnnnnnnnn……..OH ok so I will be working on setting up left behind and void gang. As in writing up what each update will be if that makes sense.

Cause for left behind. I have the basis written up, aswell as some lil short stories that’ll happen, but that’s it really. So the ending is finished really but I’m gonna layout the mini episodes that are taking place in chapter 1 and chapter 2. Actually cause I find it kinda funny let me show you the papers I have for the left behind writing—.

So as you can tell I am CLEARLY a very organized person— honestly half of this is all of chapter 3. I have to run through it all to find where my comic lore is currently at tho lol—

Worst part about that is that is that I go through—

—THESE OLD FRICKIN DRAWINGS OH MY GOSH—. THEY MAKE ME CRINGE EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THEM OOOUUUGHHH—

ANYWAYS—

Void gang I’m just gonna set it up but I’m trying not to get toooo detailed in that cause I want it to be more of a surprise…… if you can even call it that tho—.

Anyways, so that about it. There also probably won’t be AS many school dood drawings for the same reasons, but I’ll get like… 1 page at least done?

But yeah. OH ALSO I’ve had some character challenge thingies in my draft box for a while now that I’ll also probably get more time to do—. So yeah.

May/ probably will pop up every now and then in the meantime. So If I DO get any asks I’ll probably be able to answer them cause I can usually finish answerin them quick—. All of these plans probably look like I’m not ACTUALLY taking a chill period but in relation to what I planned on doing, it is. Uuuuuuuhhhhh anything else? …… OH yeah I am still gonna post undertale September stuff. Uuuuuuhmmmm.. so yeah.

Really, a summary for all of this is instead of trying to split drawing with school work like a 50 50 thing, I will be more focused on school and drawing will only happen at certain and random times when I am free—.

Sooooooo yeah. BUT THAT WILL START ONCE IM DONE THIS NEXT LEFT BEHIND PAGE. I have also just planned out today of how the next update will go so that’ll be the first thing to right down—

ANYWAYS IM I THINK IM DRAGGING THIS ON LONGER THAN IT NEEDS TO BE SO I SHALL SAY BUH BYE AND HAVE A GOOD DAY ALRIGHT SEE YA—

[paramounticebound]

@quietresistance​ || cont.

Physical contact had typically blessed him with one, unfailing reality: pain. Be it the slow cut of metal upon his flesh or a fist to the jaw, Khan had learned that touch was just another weapon. So when Katherine embraced him, he’d tensed, expecting something more sinister than an indication of sympathy-- like she might plunge a knife into his back. And when nothing of the sort occurred, he was… confused. Perhaps more fragile in this state than in the confession prior; he’d ignore the weakness for the moment.

    “Perhaps,” he trailed off, allowing himself to wrap his arms around her in turn. It was cautious and slow, either because he was afraid to hurt her, or to hurt himself. “Perhaps you are right. Just between the two of us, though.” The inkling of a smile, teasing despite his rigidity, “’Else my reputation may be tarnished.”

[hobis-hope94]

~ You Don’t Have to Be Strong Anymore ~

AN: I had this idea for a while! It could have a part 2. Lemme know! I’m posting this before I go all MIA for the weekend. Have a good one!

Paring: husband!Steve x wife!pregnant!Avenger!reader

Warning: crying, little fluff and some angst.

(gif not mine)

With the fear of a deadly war brewing, you were sat with your loving husband, Steve Rogers. You were cuddled against him, your back on his chest, both his arms wrapped tightly around you, both of his hands gently stroking your now eight month pregnant belly.

“When i married you, I promised I’d give you peace … love … safety … we’ve been on the run for almost three years. I’ve … ive failed you. Both of you,” Steve said, tearfully, nuzzling into your head.

“Shush. No. You haven’t,” you said as you gently took your hand away from his and gently stroked his beard.

“Y/N -“ Steve said tearfully as he lovingly lent into your touch.

“You listen to me Steven Grant Rogers,” you said firmly, struggling a little as you sat up to look at him. “I married you because I love you. Whatever happens, whatever is going to happen, we’re going to get through it together. Together. You and me against the world, okay?” You said, looking into his blue eyes.

“God I really love you,” Steve sighed gratefully, he lent into you, your foreheads touching.

“I love you too,” you said softly as with one hand on your cheek, Steve gently placed another on your belly, rubbing it gently. “Oh. Bub kicked,” you said giggling as you felt your baby kick.

“Someone jealous?” Steve said lovingly, looking down at your stomach. You giggled.

“I think they want attention from their papa,” you giggled.

“I’m sorry bub,” Steve giggled, he gently kissed your stomach, you smiled. “I love you too. You’ve already got me and your mom wrapped around your finger, haven’t you?” He said softly to your stomach.

You smiled.

“I gotta pee,” you whined standing up, “the baby thinks my bladder is a chew toy,” you said as Steve helped you up.

“Not long now, sweets,” Steve said happily as you smiled at him as you went into the bathroom.

——

“I’ve been drafted,” Steve said one rainy afternoon, his face grim.

“….no. Don’t say it like that. If you say it like that it sounds like a war,” you said tearfully, looking at your husband.

“…Y/N. You and I both know it is going to be a war,” Steve said tearfully.

“Don’t. Please. I can’t ….” Your voice cracked as you looked down at your belly.

“Hey. I’m coming home to both of you. I promise. I’ll only be in Wakanda,” Steve said gently, one hand stroking your cheek and the other stroking your belly.

“….that’s far away. Like ten hours,” you choked.

“Hey. Im coming home to you both. I promise,” Steve said gently, brushing a tear away with his thumb.

“Be careful. Please please please don’t die,” you pleaded as you two shared a kiss acting like it might be your last.

“Im coming home to my family. You have my word,” Steve said gently.

You couldn’t say anything, tears blurred your vision as you took in your husband.

“Don’t answer the door to anyone, Y/N. Don’t trust anyone while I’m gone, okay? Stay safe. I love you. Both of you,” Steve said gently, he kissed you then your stomach.

“Please, stay alive. We love you. We need you,” you sobbed as Steve reluctantly pulled away from you.

He took one last look at you. Memorising every single detail of you. He gave you a brave smile then left. You stood there for god knows how long.

You are an Avenger, one of the best. But due to you being pregnant, you took time off, not wanting to hurt your baby. You stood there, in front of the door, cradling your bump, crying hard.

——

“Steve?” Bucky said as he turned to dust.

Steve stood there as he watched his best friend vanish into thin air. He turned to Thor, Thor looked at him.

“I’ve gotta get home,” Steve said, his mind suddenly thinking of you.

Thor nodded. Steve ran to the quinjet, and started it up.

“Please please please be alive. Please be okay,” Steve pleaded as he flew.

Once he landed, he ran out of the quinjet and ran all the way to yours and his apartment. He took two steps at a time, running to you. Praying for your safety.

He threw the door open, when he didn’t see you straight away, his heart sank. He ran to your shared room, empty. The bathroom, empty. Living room … empty.

“N-no,” Steve whimpered, he stumbled back.

When all hope seemed lost, he heard your voice.

“St-Steve?” You choked.

Steve stared at you. You were standing in the doorway, you had gone for a walk to calm your nerves when all of a sudden, all around you people were turning to dust.

“Oh my god. You’re okay. You’re okay,” Steve cried, scooping you up in his arms.

You threw your arms around him hugging him tightly. You felt tears on your shoulder.

“Oh thank god. You’re alive. I thought when I couldn’t get hold of you … you…” you cried, hugging him tightly.

“My god you’re okay,” Steve said, kissing your neck, cheekbone then your lips.

“Stevie, what happened, baby? Wh…” you sobbed as your foreheads touched.

“I lost Buck,” Steve sobbed.

“Oh, Steve … I’m …” you choked.

“I can…can’t lose him again, sweets. I promised I wouldn’t,” Steve choked.

“Shush, now, baby. It’s okay. You’ll find a way to bring him and everyone else back,” you said gently, brushing a tear away with your thumb as he gently placed one of his hands on your bump.

Steve stared at you.

“Cry, baby. Just cry. You don’t have to be strong anymore,” you said gently.

Steve then fell onto you and hugged you tightly. He cried. You held him close, kissing the side of his head every so often, rubbing his back. Steve had you. He had you and your unborn baby. It was going to be okay for now.

[average-shitty-teen]

I like the idea that what Ralsei is for Kris's PHYSICAL health, Kris is for Ralsei's mental health.

Because Kris is an absolute goblin child who eats moss but

Because Ralsei spent the majority of his whole life alone in a massive, almost-definitely-haunted castle in a desolate wasteland, subsisting off of the bare minimum of social interaction to stay ALIVE via the occasional traveler passing through, and studying things like health and healing magic to keep himself occupied, mentally active, and, most importantly, SANE. so it would make sense that he knows how to keep somebody physically healthy, but has some rather intense psychological issues under the surface.

Meanwhile Kris is an absolute goblin child who eats moss but has faced some inner demons of their own and came out mostly on top, and thus has knowledge of keeping yourself mental healthy from personal experience.

So oftentimes Ralsei will have to tell Kris:

“Good god please stop eating random patches of Moss the moment you see it. At the very LEAST inspect the patch to make sure it’s a species of moss that’s even edible in the first place, PLEASE? You’ll get extremely sick if you keep doing this and I care far too much about you to let that happen.”

But just as often, Kris will have to tell Ralsei:

“The pool of cold sweat you woke up in after the nightmare you had last night was deep enough to be measured with a RULER and you’ve barely eaten anything in the last day. You are definitely Not Fine. PLEASE tell us whenever you’re not feeling okay, I will always be there to help”

And whenever Kris becomes incredibly sick, or Ralsei’s optimism begins to break and he can’t find the strength to get up in the morning, the other is always right by their side, ready to help and care for them.

It’s a neat and wholesome little dynamic they could have

This is the first serious ask I have EVER recieved and it’s a goddamn English essay so lemme dissect this. First, I’d just like to say this doesn’t really fit with my quirky and, for lack of a better reference, lolFoundation-ish Deltarune world, but it works enough for me to answer this in a way I hope you’ll like.

Ok SO. Ralsei would definitely wake up from a nightmare in a pool of cold sweat as wide as Noelle’s blush whenever Susie is within 2 feet which is saying something. And Kris would definitely pick up on it rather quickly. Personally I don’t think Kris is at the level of “mentally okay” to actually give Ralsei legit psychological help and they know that, BUT they care enough about their fluffy boi that the power of love heals in a way that nothing really matches if you catch my drift. As for loneliness…

* (You wake up.)

* (Blue light wafts in from the windows. The smell of dust tickles your nose as you get out of bed. You close your eyes and brush your fur.)

* (…)

* (There’s no-one here.)

* (You head to the library.)

* (As if by instinct, your feet carry you to a room with an old, worn book. Your scarf blows in the draft and you adjust your hat so you can see it better.)

* (It has a sepia cover, with six white words emblazoned on it.)

* THE LEGEND OF THE DELTA RUNE

* (Just like you’ve done every day since you manifested, you open it up. Instinctively, you read it out loud in your best storyteller voice. You hope the Heroes will like the Legend.)

* Once upon a time, a LEGEND was whispered among shadows…

The kind of nightmares Ralsei would have would just be waking up and having that life again. A lonely life, with no-one to talk to and an empty town mocking the prince without subjects. His worst nightmare would be waking up, and finding out that Kris and Susie are gone, and maybe they were just a dream, another fantasy he had about the Heroes he was created to help. It would be a horrifying and sad existence. Ralsei tries to suppress those memories, but they do come back to bite him.

But of course, like you said… Kris gets those feelings, they’re no stranger to having to conquer their own demons. And when Kris notices Ralsei being extra clingy, or his optimism fading, Kris will always be there for Ralsei, and they’ll just sit down in bed and play some Earthbound or something. They’re currently finishing Happy Happy Village (more on TFGPEB as it develops.). As for Kris, they’re enough of a gremlin that their psychological problems are just weird af and no one is quite sure what’s up with them. However, predictably, they will get sick a lot, physically and emotionally. It’s not uncommon for Kris to go to the DW and just end up fuckin… slicing up their pillow or something. That or they’re bedridden with a fever they got from eating a spider. Ralsei is there then, too. If Kris is feeling depressed, Ralsei cheers them up with the smell of a warm cake, or if Kris is fuckin’ furious at the world for whatever reason, they’ll usually end up with cupcake frosting all over their face and laughing their ass off. Also, yeah, like you said (sorry for this fucking shaggy dog essay), their physical health can be a problem. Ralsei jokes about keeping spellbooks of healing magic in Kris’s room for times when they catch, like, cholera from snacking on the walls of Top Bakery. (R: Kris. It’s a fucking building. K: but it looked like a cake! R: that’s not how food works. K: but it should beeeeeeee!)

Conclusion: everything you just said is correct. Also they love each other it is very wholesome and cute blah blah blah.

Tl;dr: Fluffy boi wants friends and human enby has issues. They love each other tho so it’s all fine.

[your-average-weeb-dealer]

sooo.... do you have any inosuke stuff? like drafts? i've got some prompt ideas (if you want them) BUT MORE INOSUKE PLEASE! I NEED MORE AGGRESSIVE BOAR BABY IN MY LIFE!!

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I would love to hear your ideas!

What a kiss means (inosuke x singer reader)

anime: demon slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Style: imagine

genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Fluttering words flew through the forest. Soft words gently graced the wood of the nearby trees. Wispy hums and meaningless expressions cleansed the air as the gruesome, violent, unkind world seemed to be a world of peace and wonder. For those few minutes or hours, everything was perfect, at least four creatures who heard you.

One of those creatures was Inosuke Hashibira. Sitting by a nearby tree, half asleep, listening to the silky words- enchantments if you will. But suddenly, without warning- you stopped. The words harsh intentions seemed to roll back in like waves on a beach.

Sighing, you stood up. Letting the dirt and leaves fall off your clothes. you sauntered away.

“H-HEY! Why’d you stop?!” Inosuke’s voice rang throughout the imaginary walls of the small clearing you were in.

“Inosuke?” You said, looking around to see where his voice came from. “Where are you?”

“Over here! Now keep doing that thing!!” Scuttling out from behind a bush, he pointed at you. “Do it again!”

“Do what?” You questioned, your eyes revealing a puzzled expression. “Oh, do you mean singing?”

“Yes! Do it now, I command you!” in a rush he was already by your side.

He eagerly sat there like a puppy waiting for its owner. You were too shocked to even say anything- was he really listening to you the entire time?

“Well?!” growing impatient he moved closer. His mask inches from your face. That damn mask; it was honestly so hideous.

“Take off your mask and I will,” You said, a slick smile curling your lips. You couldn’t sing looking at the mask anyway, it just made you feel weird- who wouldn’t feel weird staring at a boar’s face?

“Huh? No, just do it! I don’t Wanna take it off,” He pouted.

“Well, I won’t sing while looking at that stupid mask!” you stubbornly crossed your arms. “Look Inosuke, it’s just me. Nobody else is going to see your face,”

He contemplated the idea for a while. He didn’t want to take off his mask; it was a sign of his strength and courage. Despite that, he wanted to hear your voice again.

“fine,” he grumbled. Slowly taking off his mask, letting his gorgeous face meet yours. His hair gently reached his shoulders. “Now, can you do it?” he was far more embarrassed than before now realizing how close you were.

“y-yeah,” you slowly said. A little stunned by how easily he caved in. God, he’s so pretty

You continued the song from where you had ended. The velvety words stilling from your mouth like an overflowing sink.

Inosuke closed his eyes. Swaying to the melody you were producing. He even hummed along with it. Although his eyes were closed, yours were wide open. How could you look away? He’s so fucking beautiful. In all honesty, you were jealous of his looks.

But maybe it was something about his determination that made you fall for him. Yeah, “fall”. You loved Inosuke. It had been hard to come to terms with it- the fact being that he was completely clueless when it came to these things.

Just as you were wondering off into song. Your eyes slowly closing, head tilting upwards to look at the sky. Inosukes opened, he watched your lips move in the patterns of gentle words. Your lips just looked so soft, he wanted to touch them. So what did he do?

He extended his arm out and let his pointer finger drag vertically down your soft mouth. Your eyes darted open. What the fuck did he just do?

He didn’t really care that you had stopped. He was too busy holding your face as his hand went to your cheek, his other went to rest on your opposite cheek. How were you so soft? Your skin felt like that of an angels- so soft, so gentle, so kind. Was it even possible for skin to feel kind? Well, yours did.

“Inosuke I-” a blush dusted your face. He looked at you curiously, as if he didn’t know what he was doing to you.

In an instant your lips met his. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to kiss him, even if he didn’t understand what you kissing him meant, you needed to show him how you felt. Maybe he could ask Tanjiro or Zenitsu about it later. They could explain what you meant- what a kiss meant.

The kiss was longer than you expected; he tugged your waist and forced his face into yours. Your lips were so soft- why hadn’t he thought of this sooner. Sure, it was a weird idea having your lips together. He had always wondered what your lips felt like though, and lemme just say. Damn, they felt good against him.

He was a little confused when you pulled away and looked like a tomato. Were you sick? Did you have a fever?

He was clueless. But later he would find out that what you did was your way of saying you had feelings for him, which he would tell you after he returned the same ones.

(A/n: sorry if this low-key sucks, I’m running on 3 hours of sleep and 5 cups of coffee)

Requests are open

[captainimprobable]

Here’s a very messy first draft of a fic I’m working on! There will be five parts, which I’ll post together on Ao3 once theyre all done.  This is the first part!

I’ll edit this for ao3 but I was too excited about it and wanted to post it here first before I did RIP

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There are many things Luz admits she doesn’t understand.  She can’t figure out how cars work, and she’s not so sure about long division.  But, she thinks, as she watches her girlfriend chop up vegetables in the fading light of the setting sun, some things she does understand.  

“How did you get so good at this?” Luz asks, stepping closer to peer over Amity’s shoulder.  Every cut is perfect, each individual piece almost exactly like the one before.  It makes sense.  It is so Amity.

“Don’t get excited,” Amity warns, tipping the vegetables into a pot of boiling water.  “This is all I know how to cook.  I had a chef growing up.”  She blushes brightly, and Luz grins.  Amity blushing has become one of her Top Five Favorite Things, right under Azura and above Hexside.  

Amity herself, of course, is above them all.

“Sorry,” Amity says sheepishly.  “I didn’t mean to sound spoiled or anything, it’s just- my parents don’t cook, and they don’t have time to-”

“Amity.  It’s fine.”  Luz laughs, and Amity’s blush intensifies.  Luz is about to say something about it when Eda bursts into the room with all the subtlety of a hurricane.  “Look what I foooound,” she sings, proudly presenting something extremely dusty and unidentifiable.  Luz and Amity raise their eyebrows in unison.  

“Uh, what is it?” Luz asks.

“It’s a human-” Eda pauses.  “Okay, I’ll admit, I have absolutely no idea what it is.  But it’s cool looking and I like it.” “Another human treasure? Lemme see!”

“Suit yourself,” Eda says, and hands it over.  

The thing is heavier than Luz expected, and she grunts as she puts it down quickly on the kitchen table.

“Dang, Owl Lady, you’ve got strong arms,” she says.  

“I work out,” Eda responds, flexing her muscles.

Amity and Luz look at each other, and then at Eda.  They blink.

“Fine,” Eda says.  “Buzzkills. I don’t work out. You caught me, congratulations.”  She stalks out of the kitchen, muttering something about “dumb kids and their dumb honesty”.

Luz snorts and turns her attention back to the thing on the counter.  “Let’s see what we’ve got here,” she says, and blows the dust off.  Once the cloud clears, the thing begins to take shape, and Luz squeals.  “A record player! With a record on it!  This is amazing! My mom has one of these back home!”

“Record player?” Amity says.  “What does it do?”

Luz grins, always happy to show off her human knowledge.  “I’ll show you,” she says, and sets the pin on the groove of the record.  It’s silent for a moment, but then a slow tune echoes through the room.  There are no words in the song, and Luz has no idea who wrote it, but she’s in awe.

“Wow,” Amity says, echoing Luz’s thoughts.  “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Luz agrees, completely entranced by the melody.  Once the song fades away and the next one starts, she gets an idea.  She regards Amity out of the corner of her eye, gathers her courage, and says “Amity Blight, may I have this dance?”

Surprise flashes across Amity’s face, but she recovers impressively quickly.

“I thought you’d never ask.”  

She reaches out her hand and Luz takes it, gently guiding Amity to the middle of the kitchen.  Amity hesitantly puts her arm around Luz’s waist, pulling her closer, as Luz puts a hand on Amity’s shoulder.  It feels familiar, and when they start swaying around the kitchen, Amity starts to laugh.

“What? What’s so funny? Did I do something?”

“No, no,” Amity says, tightening her hold around Luz’s waist.  “It’s just...this is so different from our first dance together.”

“Our first...oh, you mean Grom!”

Amity takes a step backwards, and Luz follows, trying not to trip over her own feet.  

“Yes I mean Grom!”

They dance in silence for a moment, moonlight shining through the window.  

“Hey,” Luz starts, not sure if she wants the answer to the question she’s about to ask. “Who did you wanna take to Grom, anyway?”

Amity stares blankly at her for a few seconds, and for a moment Luz is worried she said something out of turn.  But then she smiles softly, so softly that Luz’s heart does a funny thing in her chest, and she’s pretty sure that, for a second, she can’t breathe.

“It was you, Luz,” Amity says quietly.  “It was always you.”

Luz stops dancing.  She stops blinking.  She stops breathing.

“Uh, Luz?” Amity says, sounding worried.  “Are you okay?”

Luz blinks, comes back into herself, and says “YOU WERE GOING TO ASK ME TO GROM????”

“Yes? Why is that a surprise? You know I...like you.” Amity blushes again.  They’re still not used to saying these things out loud to each other.  It’s a process.  

This time, Luz blushes too.  “Yeah, but like..that long??? You’ve liked me since Grom???”

“Since before Grom, actually,” Amity admits, looking down at the floor.  “It’s...it’s been a long time.”

Luz’s grip on Amity’s shoulder slackens, then tightens again.”Wow,” she says, breathless.  “Me.  You’ve liked me for months.  You!!!”

Amity giggles.  “Me,” she agrees.  

Luz knows that the smile on her face is sappy, but she can’t help it.  She just likes Amity so much it’s overwhelming sometimes.  

They begin to sway again, and Luz feels like she’s in a trance.  She can’t believe that one person can make her feel this happy.  It’s like magic.

“So,” Amity says, cutting into Luz’s inner monologue, “When was it for you?”

“Huh?”

“When did you start to like me?”  

Amity manages, with what looks like supreme willpower, not to blush this time.  Luz does not manage the same.

“O-oh,” Luz says, thinking back to all the times she made a fool of herself in front of Amity before they’d started dating.  “I don’t know? I mean, I realized it that time you saved my life, but I think I’ve probably liked you for a lot longer than that. Maybe even before Grom.”

“Which time?”

“What?”

“Which time?  I save your life a lot,” Amity smirks.  Luz rolls her eyes.  “Okay, fair,” she says.  “But I mean that time at your parents’ presentation.  Right after you...when you called me “my Luz.”

“Oh, no, you heard that?” Amity looks extremely embarrassed as she leans forward and hides her face in Luz’s shoulder.  Luz tries not to smell her hair.  She fails.

“Of course I heard that!” She says when she’s done.  “You practically screamed it out loud to a room full of strangers!”

“I did, didn’t I? Wow, I was so obvious!”

Luz rubs the back of her neck sheepishly.  “I didn’t notice.”

“What??? How???” Amity asks, picking her head up to look Luz in the eye.  “I was a complete mess in front of you for months! What did you think was happening?”

Luz shrugs.  “I just thought you were cute, that’s all.  In hindsight, though, maybe I should’ve picked up some context clues.”

Amity snorts.  “It’s okay.  You being oblivious saved me a ton of embarrassment.  Until I kissed you on the cheek.  That..uh….that was not planned.”

Luz can’t stop the smile that takes over her face.  She remembers that day well.  She was so focused on finding Phillip’s diary entries and also not making a fool of herself in front of Amity, that she was taken completely by surprise when Amity kissed her.  She’s pretty sure she literally fell to the floor afterwards, overwhelmed with the fact that Amity had just kissed her and suddenly realizing that maybe, just maybe, her crush liked her too.  

“Well I’m glad you did,” she says gently, twirling Amity around once, twice, three times.  “I think it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“What do you-”

Before she can think about it long enough to stop herself, Luz leans in and kisses Amity on the cheek.  

The world freezes.  

Amity looks at her, and she looks at Amity, and Luz’s eyes are so wide, and Amity’s mouth is hanging slightly open, and suddenly Luz is completely, entirely unsure of herself.  Her confidence is gone, and suddenly she can hear the ghost of laughter and “Ew, why would anyone want her?” And she realizes she’s made a horrible mistake.  

“U-um sorry I-” She stutters, but can’t get a sentence out, until finally she manages “I’m gonna leave now.”

She backs up slowly until her back hits the door, and is about to turn the handle when Amity says “Luz, this is your house.”

“Drat,” Luz says, slapping a hand to her face.  “You’re right.”

Amity giggles, hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughter.  She’s bright red but so is Luz, and suddenly Luz is laughing too.

They laugh together for what seems like hours, until finally they manage to subdue themselves, tears in both their eyes.

“Hey,” Amity says softly, once the giggles have stopped.  “Come here.”

Luz complies, stepping around the table and over Ghost, who has an unidentifiable animal in her mouth.  When she finally reaches Amity, she finds herself pulled into a bone crushing hug.  Startled but pleased, she squeezes back, marvelling at the fact that she has the most perfect girl in the world in her arms.  

“Look,” Amity says, still wrapped up in the hug.  “I know we’re both new at this, and it’s kind of scary, but you don’t have to run away every time you kiss me on the cheek or something.  You have nothing to be afraid of, okay? You’re my girlfriend, and I’m not gonna stop liking you.”

Luz sniffles a little and squeezes harder.  “You don’t...you don’t think I’m too much?”

“Luz,” Amity says.  “I could never get enough of you.”  

They stand there like that, swaying slightly in the single stripe of moonlight that comes through the window.  When they part, it’s with a sigh, and a silent promise that they’ll come together again.  

“Thanks,” Luz says, eyes rimmed red.  “You’re a pretty awesome girlfriend.”

Amity smiles.  “I know.” 

Then she shrugs shyly.  “And if you ever want to kiss me again...I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Noted,” Luz says weakly.  She thinks her knees might give out, actually.

When it’s time for Amity to go, Luz walks her to the door, like the gentleman she is.  “Goodnight,” she says, trying to ignore Hooty loudly digesting a mouse.  She doesn’t want to think about where his stomach even is.

“Goodnight,” Amity says.

They smile dumbly at each other, neither wanting to be the first one to leave.  But Amity needs to get home, and the night is moving quickly, so they reluctantly part ways.  Amity turns to wave at Luz when she reaches the end of the Owl House’s property, and Luz waves back, stars in her eyes and a breathless wonder at the fact that this girl, this amazing, brilliant, perfect girl, is hers.  

There are many things Luz doesn’t understand.  

But this, what she and Amity have, the bond she feels growing stronger and stronger every day they spend together; this she does understand.

She closes the door.  She doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but she knows that as long as she has Amity by her side, everything will be okay.

[thiswasinevitableid]

71. you’re famous and you want to hide out in my bookstore which is fine except the stupid paparazzi won’t leave and now there’s a photo of us in the tabloids and they’re printing misinformation and why the fuck won’t you clear this up on your twitter account

Sternclay, NSFW, please!

Here you go! Let's end this round of meet uglies with a bang

The post-holiday slump is always the worst; everyone maxed out their credit cards last month and doesn’t want to buy anything, and the tourists won’t be back until the spring. It’s not that he’s concerned about keeping the lights on; Bookworms is popular and has a prime spot downton. It’s that he’s bored out of his mind.

All his orders for the day are in, everything’s been received and shelved, and he’s running out of things to tidy. If he’s lucky, the clouds that have been threatening a snowstorm since this morning will burst and drive some people to shelter among the stacks.

Dingdong

Thank the lord.

“Welcome to Bookworms, can I help you?”

The man stays by the door, peering through the glass onto the street while pulling off his beanie, “Huh? Oh, uh, nope, just coming in to, uh, get out of the cold.” He turns, and two realizations slap Joseph in the face.

One: this is the hottest man he has ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Two: He’s seen this man dozens of times, just never in person.

Barclay Cobb is a Food Network darling who got his start on Youtube, sharing recipes from vintage cookbooks he found at garage sales. That’s not why he’s starstruck, but it is probably why the taller man is hiding in the craft books alcove and keeps nervously looking his way.

“I won’t tell anyone you’re here, Mr. Cobb.”

“Phew” the man sighs, unzips his jacket, “thanks man. Thought I’d be bundled up enough that no one would spot me while I was out, but I didn’t get my hat on in time coming out of the Chinese place down the block.”

“I love that spot, they have the best beer-braised duck.”

“Yeah, I always stop by when I’m in town, they’re food is worth getting photographed for.”

It’s odd, everything he’s read suggests chef Cobb is friendly and warm when approached by fans in public.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate that people like my shows but, I, uh, sometimes I just want to eat or walk down the street without someone taking pictures of me.”

“Do you want to head into the back sections? There’s no windows in that half of the store.”

“Sweet, thanks. Uh, would it be cool if I autographed any books of mine you have? I like doing that, means I can send a little business towards smaller stores.”

“Of course. Here, the cookbooks are on this wall.” He slips into his office to grab a sharpie while Barclay pulls a stack of books and sits down on the floor. As the scratching of the pen fills the air, Joseph takes a trip to the paranormal and occult section, coming back with three copies of The Case for Bigfoot.”

“Y’know, not everyone stocks these.” Barclay smiles as he adds the paperbacks to the pile.

“Which is terrible business; you’re just as famous in the cryptozoology community as you are in the foodie one. This is the best book on bigfoot ever written, and I should know; I run a, um, a blog where I review books on paranormal topics.”

“You a true believer?” The cook blows on his signature in the copy of Desserts for All Seasons

“More an optimistic skeptic; your book is perfect because you make your case using actual evidence instead of reporting the same ten, poorly verified stories that everyone includes in their books. And I appreciated that you included recipes from the places you visited; that was a very nice touch.”

“Funny story about that” Barclay freezes as the front door opens. There’s definitely more than one person coming in, and when Joseph pokes his head around the corner he sees fifteen people, all with cameras or phones.

“Shit. You might want to hide in my office for a few minutes.”

By the time the crowd reaches him, Joseph is almost done re-shelving the signed books.

“Good afternoon, let me know if you need help finding anything.”

“Uh, yeah, we do, someone saw Barclay Cobb in your store-”

“Strange, we’ve only had one customer” he winces as someone’s shoulder knocks a hardcover off its display, “I didn’t get a good look at them before they went downstairs.” He tips his head at the staircase to the YA and Graphic Novel sections and is promptly knocked into the shelf as the throng hurries away.

“Come on, I can get you out through the back door” Joseph whispers to the Red Dust on his Soul poster on his office door. Barclay is remarkably quiet for a man his size as they sneak across the floor and let frigid, January air rush into the store.

“Thanks man” Barclay whispers, “I owe you one.” He sets a big hand on Joseph’s shoulder, squeezes it with a wink, then pulls on his hat and disappears into a crowd coming off at the bus stop.

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Joseph always comes in through the back, flipping on lights as he goes, so the sea of bodies pressed to the front windows like a zombie horde surprises him. He knows Barclay tweeted about the signed copies, but this seems like excessive excitement even for a celebrity chef.

“Morning, Joseph--whoa, what the heck?” Aubrey clocks in without taking her eyes off the crowd, “why is everyone here this early.”

“Fan culture. I think.” The registers finish waking up, “I’ll pay holiday rates if you open that door for me.”

Aubrey gives a thumbs up, unlocks the double doors, and is swallowed up so quickly he worries she might have been trampled until she emerges near the greeting cards. Some people swarm the cookbooks, but an alarming number cluster around the counter, all shouting for his attention.

“How long have you been seeing Chef Cobb?”

“What?, I, I’m not-”

“Does he often visit your store?”

“No! He just came by yesterday!” There’s a horrible clatter of all the books on display near the door taking each other out like dominoes.

“Do you fuck in the backroom all the time?”

“Oh come on” He pushes past the man who asked that, deals with shouting all the way to his office and slams the door. A quick Google search for “Barclay Cobb” brings up a blurry photo of them in the alley, Barclays hand on his shoulder, and multiple headlines speculating on why the reclusive chef and author has chosen a nobody bookstore employee (he’s the owner, damn it) as his lover.

Okay, there’s a logical, easy fix to this.

He opens the door enough to speak, whistles so everyone will be quiet and listen to him, “I’m sorry, there’s been a misunderstanding. Mr. Cobb isn’t in any kind of relationship with me; he just came into the store yesterday for some peace and quiet. So, if you’re looking for information about him, this is not the place for it. If you’re looking for the signed books, the cookbooks are there, and the paranormal section is just around that corner.” He gives his best customer service smile as the paparazzi exchange perplexed glances.

“...Is it true he bought you this store?”

“Wh--no! We rent this space.”

“From him?”

“Arggh!” He closes the door, slumps against it and cards his fingers through his hair. As he contemplates closing for the day, he spots a little, copper card on his desk. It’s Barclay’s, which is what he expected, but when he flips it over there’s a message scribbled in pen.

Main St Hotel, room 503, here until Monday.

He pulls out his phone, tells Aubrey she’s allowed to get the crowd out by any means necessary except for fire, and elbows his way out into the winter air.

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Barclay almost purrs when he peers through the peephole in the hotel door; Joseph, as his nametag read, is standing on the carpet, looking twice as handsome as he did yesterday. His cheeks are even a little pink, and Barclay has some thoughts on how to make that blush deepen.

“Hey, glad you found-”

Joseph holds up his phone, screen in Barclays face, “please fix this.”

“Oh fuck.” He ushers him in, “I’m so sorry, I thought they’d stopped doing this shit.”

“No, and they’re fucking up my inventory as a result.”

“On it, lemme text my assistant, she’s good at drafting these kind of messages.”

“Thank the lord. Right, thank you for that, I’ll go now.”

“Wait” Barclay reminds his instincts that blocking the door is rude, “do you wanna stay a few minutes? You look kinda stressed.”

“Because my store is being overrun!” Joseph snaps, then takes a deep breath and straightens his sleeves, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t called for, this morning has just been a mess. And it, um, it’s a little bittersweet to have people thinking I could land a hot chef when I can’t get past a first date with most people. Um, sorry. Too much information. That’s a bad habit of mine.”

Barclay tucks his hands into his pants pockets, “About that. Y’know how I left my card?”

Blue eyes blink, then brighten, “I thought that might be the reason but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.”

“Nope. A guy who's hot, nerdy, and competent enough to sneak me away from the paparazzi? Sign me the fuck up.”

“I’m not opposed to a, um, tryst, but I really, really need to get back to the store, I can’t abandon Aubrey to deal with this mess on her own, that’s not fair, and now we’ll have to reorder things too....” He laughs, a tense sound, “good lord, I get a chance to fuck a celebrity crush and I’m turning it down for work.”

“Hey” Barclay sets his hands on Joseph’s shoulders, “it’s okay. You’re not the first guy to be married to his job. But, uh, out of curiosity, you got any vacation days to spare?”

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“This is all yours?” Joseph takes in the sprawling farm as Barclay unlocks the front door of a charmingly rustic house.

“Yep, all the way to the creek and all the way to the road. Might surprise you, but I like my privacy.”

“I’d never have guessed.” He replies with faux shock.

“Smartass.” Barclay kisses his cheek, holds the door open with his shoulder so Joseph can pull his bags inside. He packed as light and efficiently as he could for two weeks away (he’d initially planned on one until Aubrey and Moira ganged up on him and told him he hadn’t taken a real vacation in years so he was taking one now, damn it) but his suitcase is still heavy as he rolls it to the stairs.

“I got that.” Barclay shoulders his own travel bag and hoists Joseph’s in the other hand, carrying them to the second floor like they’re nothing more than pillows.

The week the chef was in Madison, Joseph went to his hotel almost every night. Fell asleep in his bed more than once, when discussions of fusion cuisine or the Fresno Nightcrawler turned into frantic, heated kisses under the covers. It’s only when the cook drops all luggage into the master bedroom that the truth of why he’s on this trip sets in.

“You really invited me all the way here because you think I’m hot.”

“Yeah but no.” Barclay drapes his arms over his shoulders, lips still a little chilly as he kisses them, “brought you here because you’re smart” another kiss, this one on his jaw, “and funny” another, on his nose, “and you’re the biggest bigfoot fan I know.”

“You wrote a book on it!”

“Point stands. And yeah” he pushes Joseph back so he lands on the bed, crawling atop him as he growls, “I invited you here because you’re so hot I wanna pour sugar on you and see if it melts. Now get your pants off; I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick since we left the city.”

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“How did the whole bigfoot thing start?” Joseph sips his Irish Coffee as Barclay puts his feet into his lap.

“Guess the same way any famous person ends up with two gigs; I was doing the thing I love, then was dicking around on cryptid hunter forums and found out I was also hella good at researching bigfoot. By the time I got really into it, I had enough cash that I could write my book without worrying about going broke. Helps that I’d handed off The Arch and The Lodge and was just the exec chef on them, since then I could travel if I needed to.”

Joseph nods, moves one hand down to rub Barclays foot; in spite of no longer working the kitchens of his five restaurants or having to test recipes for the books right now, he spent most of today on his feet making elaborate meals for two. Joseph teases him that he’s trying to stuff him to the point he can’t leave. Barclay always chuckles and says he doesn’t know how right he is. The last two days, Joseph then wraps his arms around his boyfriend and tells him he’d stay forever if he could.

He’s never thought of himself as romantic; he’s pragmatic, knows that relationships are things built out of time, trial, and error. But god help him, he’s fallen for Barclay like they’re rom-com leads with only ninety minutes to reach their happy ending.

They’re out near the creek--really more of a small river--the next morning, talking about books and speculating on the existence of life on other planets, when a storm sweeps through the trees. As trunks groan and roots pull loose from the snow, Barclay calls, “we better head back.”

He gives a thumbs up. Then the ice under him cracks.

He doesn’t correct course quickly enough, the rest dropping from under him and dunking him in freezing water. It’s deep, too deep to stand, but he’s a decent swimmer and kicks towards the surface. When the shadow covers the opening with a boom, panic threatens to push the rest of his precious breath away.

The tree that fell across the ice is heavy, and no matter how he pushes it won’t give. He bangs on the ice on either side, trying to get it to crack, but his lungs scream and his limbs alert him that the cold will soon shut them down.

He closes his eyes, trying to think, not ready to give up, not with Barclay so close. There’s a groan of wood and frozen water. His mouth opens without permission, desperate for air, and chokes him on frost instead.

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“...be dead, please don’t be dead, please please please don’t be fucking dead.”

“Nnff.” That’s not what he meant to say, but it seems to calm the voice above him.

“Thank fuck. I’m so sorry, I got to you as fast as I could, do, do you need anything?” Barclay sounds exhausted.

“Cold.” He mutters.

“I’m trying to warm you up gradually, that’s what the first aid book said but, uh, here.” Warm, fuzzy arms draw him into a hug.

Wait.

The first thing he sees when his eyes flutter open are arms covered in reddish-brown fur. When Barclay rubs their cheeks together, it tickles more than his beard usually does.

“Barclay? What the hell is going on?”

“Uh. So.” He’s rolled with ease to face a creature he’s never seen and eyes that he’d know anywhere, “I’m bigfoot. Or, uh, a bigfoot. Maybe that’s kinda obvious now.”

His brain crackles to life, “What better way to stay undiscovered than get famous by giving people the wrong information about you.”

“Some of it’s true. Just not anything people could use to actually find me.”

“Smart, big guy” Joseph pets his face.

“You’re taking this pretty well.”

“I think my system is too shocked to experience more shock.” He shudders, “relatedly, how’d I get out of the river?”

“I lifted the tree off and pulled you free. Took my disguise off to do that and, uh, the fucking thing fell into the water when I got you. So I’m gonna be stuck like this until a friend of mine can get me a new one.”

“No complaints here. You look incredible.” He runs his hands up and down Barclay’s side and chest, warmth seeping into his fingers as he does, “But I’m a little surprised you were willing to risk someone seeing you or me blabbing to someone and trashing your whole life in the process.”

A low rumble as Barclay kisses his forehead, “It’s worth it. I, this is gonna sound so fucking cheesy, but I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time, and there was no way I was gonna lose you.”

“Oh.” Affection and surprise well up in his throat, pressing down his words so all he can do is nestle closer to the cryptid and let himself be loved.

His mind rebounds quickly from his misadventure. His body would like him to remember it for a while so he doesn’t put it in such jeopardy again any time soon. Instead of helping Barclay with cooking and chores, he lays under the covers while the storm rattles the roof and the cook clangs pots on the lower floor.

Barclay, attentive to a fault, is downright doting now that he’s stuck in bed. He’s never without a hot drink or something to read, and the cryptid is happy to answer the majority of his questions about the finer points of being bigfoot. When it’s bedtime, his boyfriend pulls him atop his massive frame and cuddles him, whispering over and over that he’s glad he’s okay, until they fall asleep.

Today followed much the same pattern, though when dinner time rolls around he gets a fantastic surprise.

“Chocolate fondue?” He peers hopefully at the bed tray in Barclays hands.

“Only the best for you, babe.” The cook sets the burnished wood down on the bedside table, “we lucked out, the berries I bought last week are ripe.”

Joseph reaches for the fork, but Barclay beats him to it.

“You should save your energy. Since you’re, uh, still recovering.”

He shrugs, sets his hands in his lap and opens his mouth for a chocolate dipped raspberry. It doesn’t take long to spy Barclay’s ulterior motive. The cook has a whole wardrobe designed to fit his cryptid form, but it’s having trouble concealing certain things.

“You’re getting off on this.”

“I, uh, I, maybe a little” Barclay blushes under his fur.

Joseph raises an eyebrow, tilts his head at the bulge in Barclay’s pants, “You call that ‘little’?”

A rumbly whine, the fork paused halfway to Joseph’s mouth, “I can’t help it. I’ve got a thing for taking care of partners, especially ones who are all competent and put-together the rest of the time, and you look so good when you eat and, ohfuck.”

Joseph inhales sharply as chocolate hits his exposed upper chest. It’s not hot enough to burn, and he moans as the sensation seeps across his skin. Barclays eyes, wide and ravenous, keep flicking between the splatter and his face.

“Looks like you made a mess, big guy.” Joseph begins undoing the remaining buttons on his pajamas, “you should clean it up.”

“Fuck yeah.” Barclay lunges, mouth first, lapping and sucking at the marked skin as Joseph laughs. Their shirts hit the floor together as he digs his nails into auburn fur. Barclay grunts at the pressure, sits up with a grin, and drips a line of chocolate down the right side of Joseph’s ribs.

“Oops. Better fix that too.”

“Cleanliness is importantAH, ahhnn.” He squirms a bit as Barclay nuzzles his stomach before dragging his tongue up his skin. There’ve been times he mourned the fact T didn’t make him as hairy as some other guys, but right now he’s grateful for the clear canvas Barclay can mark however he pleases.

“A mess can be more fun.” The cook licks his lips, sucks a hickey above his belly button, “and by the time I’m done with you, babe, won’t be a single part of you that isn’t one.”

“Then get to it.” He shoves his pants down, lets Barclay pull them the rest of the way off and fold them. He lays back, resting his arms behind his head, and moans as the cook drizzles chocolate on each hip. Joseph feels like a gourmet dessert and, from the growls between his thighs, Barclay intends to treat him like one.

His boyfriend is always enthusiastic when sucking him off, but tonight he throws finesse out the window in favor of burying his face at the crease of each thigh in turn, licking his hips clean while clawing at his calves and sides. He lifts his head, wipes his mouth with a satisfied grin that shows the points of his teeth, and dives down again.

Joseph yelps with pleasure, the hint of fangs hitting all his buttons, lighting him up like downtown on a dark night. It’s intense, the scratch of fur on skin just different enough from the usual beard to remind him of who’s down there, and his legs try to kick closed. Barclay growls again, holding them open with ease.

“Not until I’m done with you, babe.”

He surrenders to flood of feelings from both outside and within him, Barclay’s sheer delight at his body rendering all his doubts and worries toothless and small, quieting them until all he can think about is incredible creature holding and all he can say is some variation on-

“Barclay, please, right there, lordalmighty that’s good, that’s so good big guy, please.” He squeezes his eyes shut, craving the impending orgasm more than he has words for. Barclay sucks determinedly and huffs, pleased, as Joseph's thighs tense in his hold and his climax chases away the remnants of yesterday's aches.

As his brain insists that really, body, opening our eyes isn’t that hard, there’s a metallic zip and strong legs bracketing his thighs.

“Here I thought you couldn’t look any better.” He murmurs as Barclay gleefully strokes his cock, “as soon as my brain works again, I’m coming up with so many ways to use that gorgeous thing.”

“Can’t, fuck, can't wait to hear ‘em, but I only got one for tonight; I’m gonna use it to cum alllll over that fucking perfect body, fuck, Joseph, you look so good when you’re ruined, fuck.” An impressive amount of cum spatters up his stomach, chest, and neck as Barclay howlgrowlpurrs and then sets his hands carefully on the bed.

Joseph’s whole body is sticky with chocolate, sweat, and cum, and Barclay definitely has at least two of those things mussed into his fur.

“You’re right, big guy, a mess can be fucking amazing.”

That being said, being sticky gets old quick, and soon they’re in the tub, Joseph whistling as he shampoos Barclay’s chest. The cryptid hasn’t stopped purring, and every time he looks Joseph’s way the sound deepens.

“When are you next in the city?”

The cook yawns, “Was gonna check on how the new chef de cuisine is getting on at Kepler in about two week.”

“Would you like to stay with me? It’s not fancy, but it’s close to the Ismuth, so you can get to Kepler on foot without trouble, and there are fewer crowds there this time of year. I suspect paparazzi are also less likely to track you down at some random house than at a hotel. That might make up for my lack of, um, high class amenities.”

“Good point. But I gotta be honest babe; as long as you’re there, that’s all I need to be happy.”

[ohshitmomitsawritingblog]

Your response makes my brain happy wiggle. You're so right– there IS a ton of possibilities and things to explore with the twin concept that it sounds so much fun to indulge.

Similar to your oc, I could see Twin having a bit of negative feelings towards Kakashi because the child's mind isn't exactly logical sometimes. Add in a traumatized kid and yeah. In some sense, she could slightly blame Kakashi and resent him for not trying harder but that's hardly fair. A weird sense of 'he's all I got now' and a 'get away from me' mixture seeing how by the end of the time skip and farther into Shippuden, she may come to get use to his presence. Kakashi hovering mother hen??? I can see it.

Your big brain energy is showing brilliantly here because yes, Uchihas loves hard but sometimes love can be destructive or it just isn't enough to save the one person you thought you were trying to protect. Sasuke loves his twin like the lungs love the air we breathe, but feelings and emotions are a treacherous matter when you're traumatized and on the path of revenge–even more so when he learns the truth about the massacre from Obito. If Orochi hasn't succeeded yet, Sasuke sure would spit in his face one last time and try to finish the job for him. I could see him feeling so disgusted by the idea of the very village that caused him great pain having his twin in their front lines. Her being a girl is a start of another set of tragedy that I feel like I'm ranting too much to get into right now. Especially with that corrupted council head running around in the background.

While the timeskip and early stages of Shippuden themselves are interesting to dive into, I gotta admit that things are funnier towards the war arc haha. Admittedly I have yet to think about how Obito would play in this concept, but I highly doubt he would let the existence of a third Uchiha slip on by his radar. Its been a minute since I watched Naruto and I'm still reading the manga so I'm not too confident rn to speak my ideas but pls. I just love hearing yours. 🥺You make me want to take my Twin ideas out of my drafts and expand on them lmao.

Sorry for the semi-late response, work ate me alive.

But Anon lemme tell you, if you send me scenario or word prompts on twin, this may just end up being a mini-fic. I am thoroughly invested in twin/forming an actual OC out of this concept.

Dust off those drafts and get to writing, we can compare notes and brainstorm! I think you're far enough along in the story to have a pretty good grasp on the characters and you clearly have lots of interesting concepts to toss around! If you're ever up for it, feel free to DM me and we can chat there!

Kakashi and twin would have such an interesting relationship purely because she's both a reminder of his failing a kid who really, truly needed him, and also his option of at least partially making things right. Granted, he's now two for two when it comes to being just a little too late to truly help, but while Obito is 'dead', Sasuke is still around and I can see him doing his best to neither encourage not dissuade her from the idea of Sasuke coming back. I think unlike Naruto, they both would be a little too realistic to truly embrace the idea that things can go back to what they once were.

At least with my OC Ren, she and Kakashi have a few talks about the more realistic outcome of things. I can''t say she ever brings this up to Naruto though - whom she very much kind of hates for a multitude of reasons. Ironcially the least of which is his 'failing' to bring Sasuke back to the village, since she already saw it as a foregon conclusion. Honestly I love just the entire insane wrench this thows in Shippuden's plans. A third Uchiha changes just about everything about the main plot, at least in terms of exactly how A would attach to B now. Sasuke has a voice he may actually listen to (or he may suck her into the chaos, who knows!) and there's the added dynamic of the politik and conflicts his sister would have with just about anyone. If she's still with Konoha, her brother would be making her a lot of dangerous enemies, and a liability to her own village by association. I would again have to dip into actual OC creation territory to get into the particulars bc there's just soooo much to dig into with village politics, the status of women within ninja villages, and the past and current history of gekkei genkei being extremely valuable prizes, so much so that the hidden Cloud risked war for one. And Obito? Obito would make it his job to utilize the resource Itachi doesn't. And like, I already feel like Itachi did his best to dissuade his sister from Ninja life even before the massacre, so of course Obito would do the opposite, if he could approach her directly. Dude would work to sink his claws into her, which may well be another barrier for Orochimaru to get past one way or another. Life sucks when the person you have designs on is also the target of several political conspiracies, vendettas, and a potential pawn for a supposedly dead demigod. How he could use her is a different story. and again I'm creating an aside for actual OC talk: Ren would really have to crack in order to get under Obito's thumb. Which is an interesting challenge in and of itself, since she could give a fuck about Itachi or their clan, to a degree, but would do anything for her brother.

Anyhow please keep these coming, I adore it.

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The Fantabulous Vacation of One Harley Quinn and Her Girlfriend Poison Ivy

Rating: T (suggestive themes, cartoon violence)

Fandom(s): DC Comics

Ship: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn

Linkage: Ao3

Summary:   Harley's been burning the wick at both ends and Ivy knows just the thing to help. But it takes more than just a change of scenery to get Harley to let go.

Note:  Commission for @rookie009

~*~*~*

“You’re probably wondering Mr---Watchman--”

“Tockman.” Mr. Watchman spits. “William Tockman.”

“Why I’ve brought you here today.”

Mr. Watchman rolls his eyes. “I imagine you’re going to tell me.” 

“Ah! Good. You’ve stopped struggling. Progress, Mister!” Harley boops him on the nose. Maybe she made the binding too tight? “I’m not cutting off your circulation, am I?” She leans in close. “Are you comfortable? I need you comfortable.” 

“I’m tied up in ropes, wench!”

“Ah, see! This is what I’m talking about!” Harley sits across from him and his fainting couch, pulling her pen from her bun and making a heading on her notepad. “You have a whore madonna complex.” Chewing her pen, she murmurs, “perhaps from the trauma of your wife’s death? Cystic Fibrosis, was it?”

Her new patient says nothing. “Mister?” Harley glances up. “Willy?”

“Help!” William Tockman dangles from his left ankle, suspended in air by a beefy vine.  “She’s gonna kill me!” 

“Oh please. You’re hardly worth the trouble.” Ivy steps around him and the vine, brushing the dust off her hands. “Hi Harls!” How she got the vines up this far on this abandoned apartment building, Harley has no idea. But it sure has a lot of brick to climb. 

“Ivy!” Harley doesn’t so much as hug her as ram her at full speed. 

Her target, used to such behavior by now, braces for impact and manages to hug back. Harley takes a big whiff. “Mm. Jasmine?”

“Lilacs.” Ivy peers over at Clock King. “You...uh, busy?”

“Mm yeah. A little tied up at the moment. Or he is, at least.”

“So I see.” Ivy chews her lip, staring out the window as if she had left a reminder there. She makes a face as the draft stirs some of the painting tarp discarded on the floor. “I was thinking maybe we could get out of town for a bit.”

“HELP.” 

“Are you asking for help, Billy? Or do you prefer Willy?”

“HELP ME! THESE WOMEN ARE CRAZY.” 

“Great!” Harley says brightly. “Admitting you need help is the first step towards healing!”

“Harls? Are you even listening?”

“You need help dismantling another CEO along with his company?”

“No.”

“Fundraiser for conservation efforts?”

“Harley--”

“Pride pre-game with Kitty?”

“Harleen.” That stops Harley short. Ivy never calls her that. Mostly cause she hates getting called Pamela with an undying passion. Probably childhood trauma. But Harley digresses. 

Ivy sighs. “Sorry. Look. I need a vacation. We need a vacation.”

“I need help!” 

“SHUT UP ALREADY.” Ivy and Harley say it together, and Ivy waves a hand, muffling Harley’s captive, er, patient with a particularly broad leaf. 

“Mm... I’m a little busy--”

Ivy glances at Tockman, finally. “I can see that.”

“Lemme look at my calendar. Mmm.. maybe...next year? Definitely the one after that.”

“Harls.”

“I know, I know. But there’s my derby team, missions with Task Force X, the Birds of Prey, my day job--”

“I know.” Ivy takes her hands, gently, and squeezes them. It’s the softness that stops Harley in her tracks. “It’s why you need some time off.”

“But--”

“Shh. I already have plane tickets and a hotel booked. You don’t have to plan a thing.”

Harley can’t help the blush creeping up on her cheeks. “Aww, shucks, Ives. When are we leaving?”

“Now. The plane’s departing in--shit. We gotta go.”

“MMRPH.” 

“Oh, right.” Ivy releases Clock King with a patented thud as she shoves Harley out the door. “Bye!”

-----

“So, we’re we goin’?” Harley pushes the arm rest out of the way and rests her chin on Ivy’s shoulder. She glances at Ivy’s phone as if it’ll give her some clues. She spots a sudoku puzzle. “Japan?”

“No.”

“The Amazon?”

“Nope.”

“Themyscyra?” 

Ivy gives her a look. “Really?”

“Er….my mom’s? Please say it’s not my mom’s.”

“It’s not your mom’s.”

“Thank God.”

“Also, why would we fly to your mom’s house when we could easily drive? Or take a commuter bus?”

“Good point. Mm.”

Ivy smooths Harley’s hair out of her eyes. “It’s a surprise.” She snatches a quick kiss before the flight attendant rolls by. “You’ll love it.”

In this moment, Harley’s pretty sure she’d love anywhere as long Ivy’s there with her. She’s lit up by the light of the tiny window behind her, and her crimson locks glow like an angel’s. But Harley knows well enough that neither of them are anywhere close to innocent. “Say, how’d you get us past security?”

Ivy winks at her. 

“No casualties?”

Her lover mockingly brushes her own chest like a scandalized church mouse. “I would never!” she snorts. “They’ll be fine. Just a little dazed and confused.”

Harley leans her head on Ivy’s shoulder. “I know the feelin’.” And really! Harley’s proud of her. Ivy’s never been one to follow rules or care for humans. But she tries for Harley. Why she bothers when Mistah J never seemed to care, Harley has no idea. But it means the world to her. 

-----

The taxi drops them off in front of a large revolving door. But it’s not the gold handles that capture Harley’s attention. 

It’s the lush plants growing from every nook and cranny on the place. Harley bets Ivy could spend an hour naming all of them (scientific names and personal names.) Butterflies and hummingbirds in every color of the rainbow--and the faint buzzing of bees. A solitary stream crosses their path, and a wooden bridge stretches over it. Garden terrace after garden terrace rise up from the ground to an open-air cafe at the top. 

And behind the walls and the hotel proper? A waterpark. 

Harley’s eyes go as big as saucers. “Ivy! You shouldn’t have!” She squeezes her into a hug.

“Thanks, sweet pea, but I can’t breathe.” Ivy manages to get out.

“Oof, sorry. Here ya go.” Harley releases her, and Ivy pecks her on the cheek. 

“Best part is, they’ve a zero-carbon footprint and they’re waste free.” Harley rarely sees her grin so wide.” 

“Whoa.”

“They call it The Greenhouse.”

-----

Their first day at the resort passes in a blur. Harley shows Ivy a good time in and out of their bedroom. They go snorkeling in the ocean, ride the rides so many times Harley ends up upchucking their picnic at the beach, then make love at sunset in their honeymoon suite. Harley wonders if the management thinks they’re--well, they’re as good as, aren’t they? They don’t need rings or a wedding or a place of their own or--

“Harley?”

She blinks. Ivy only calls her that when she’s worried. Harley realizes she’s been staring at the chocolates on their pillows for God knows how long. “Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Of course!” she says automatically, pulling Ivy into another kiss.

Ivy kisses back, then runs a finger down her cheek. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?” The setting sun makes her hair even redder, which Harley didn’t think possible, and Harley finds herself toying with her curls. 

“Hey, I’ve been wonderin’.”

If Ivy notices the change in subject, she doesn’t mention it. “Yeah?”

“How come we haven’t seen any other guests? And how come we haven’t been arrested?”

“Oh! That.” Ivy waves a hand dismissively. “I rented out the whole resort.”

“With what money??”

Ivy shoots her a wicked look that sends shivers down Harley’s spine. “Ace Chemical’s investment fund.”

“Ooooh, you’re naughty.” 

Harley dives in for another kiss but Ivy puts a finger to her lips. And doesn’t let her suck on it. Rude. “So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Since we’ve got all this extra cash, wanna make a run at the casino? I hear they donate the proceeds to rainforest restoration.”

“Alright.” Ivy sighs and reaches for her dress. Harley has a sinking feeling that she’s going to bring this up later. Maybe if Harley’s lucky she’ll forget about it? Yeah. Ivy forgets things all the time. 

“Last one there buys the first round!”

-----

Ivy and Harley sit across from each other, an immaculate brunch setting between them and two mimosas. Her lover’s plate sits almost empty, and while Harley’s lies largely untouched. She keeps playing with her veggie egg white omelet, but the next bite never seems to make it to her mouth. “And then we can go for a walk on the beach later! Have you seen those beds? Right there on the water? Mm. Do you think anyone would hear us if we--”

“Harley, wait.”

“Like, the sound of the waves would cover it up, right? Mm. Maybe not. I’m loud. Not as loud as--”

“Harley, no. Stop. Stop.” Ivy presses her hands on either side of Harley’s face, drawing her to a standstill and inches away from her. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to!”

Ivy gives her a sad smile, shaking her head gently. “You don’t have to impress me, Harls. I love you.”

Harley, in typical Harley fashion, vibrates with energy. “But…I want this to be special. As special as y--”

“This vacation already is special. Cause you’re here with me.”

“But--” I’m not that special, Harley wants to say. But she knows Ivy won’t let her get away with saying that out loud. She wants to crawl underneath the tablecloth and hide until Ivy leaves. They always leave in the end. Once they get what they want. Mistah J--

“I love you, Harley Quinn.” Ivy takes her hand, gently, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And maybe. Maybe it’s that she doesn’t know what to do if Ivy stays. It’s easier to love someone who doesn’t love her back. It’s safe. Ahem. Emotionally safe, Dr. Quinzel says inside her head. For once, Harley has nothing to say. She’s too busy trying to keep the tears from falling. 

“You don’t have to do anything. I already love you.” Ivy bites her lip--the way she always does when she’s thinking hard. Like how best to resurrect a drooping petunia or a rose bush that has a pest. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. “And if it’s not too much--too early--to say this: I always will.” 

“You proposin’ or somethin’?” The words tumble out of Harley’s mouth before she can stop them. Her cheeks feel like they’re blushing as bright as Ivy’s hair. 

“I…” Ivy’s eyes widen. “I-I don’t have a ring on me.”

Shit. Fuck. ShitshitshitFuuuuuuuuuck. “I’msorryIdidn’tmeanit.” “It’s way too soon.” Harley puts on her best brave face--the same one she always put on when Bats showed up and Mistah J magically was nowhere to be found. “Marriage is so outda--”

“Harley.” Ivy puts her entire hand over her face. “Quinn.” “I never said I didn’t want to marry you.”

“Mmphwr?” 

“Who wouldn’t want to marry Harley Quinn? You’re amazing.” She traces her eyebrows. “You’re the smartest person I know.” Boops her nose. “You’re impossible to kill. Holy fuck.” Runs her fingertip across her bottom lip. “You…” Ivy presses her lips together, looking down at the table. “You helped me love again when I hated everyone.”

“Pam.” Fuck, she’s getting misty eyed. 

“I mean it. I was ready to wipe humanity off the map and start over.” She laughs a little, her voice rough as she wipes her cheek with the back of her hand. “But then you came along and nominated yourself my new shrink.”

“Don’t give me all the credit.” Wow, okay. Maybe she’s more than just misty-eyed. “You saved me too. From Mistah Jay. From Bats. From what woulda been a really boring life.”

Ivy’s smile slips slightly. “You’re not gonna die on me, are you Harls?”

Harley squeezes her hand. “Nah. You’re stuck with me.” Her words come out a little thick. “For richer or poorer.” 

Her lover leans in close, capturing her lips in a warm kiss. “That’s usually pretty literal for you.”

“HEY.” 

“It’s true! Guess I’ll have to see if Ace or maybe Lexcorp has any funds they won’t miss. I need to get that ring soon. Garnet? Spinel maybe?”

“Aww, shucks. How am I gonna be surprised now?”

Ivy scoffs. “If it’s a real surprise, it’s not a good time for a proposal.”

“But what if I want to be like those girls in those Tik Toks? Like where you propose to me but like I got my own box in my pocket?”

“Harley. A ring box wouldn’t fit in your tiny ass pockets, and you know it.”

“You know what would fit in my shorts?”

“Harleen Francis Quinzel.” Her laughter dissolves in a kiss and Harley pulls her back to their suite. They got a lot of planning to do. Though Harley has a pretty good feeling they’re not gonna get a whole lot of planning done today. But Harley’s okay with that. Pam’s always been the top of her to-do list anyway.