#psst... if you got down here i have a secret

[rosewaterandivy]

girl crush

Summary: there’s more than two beds, but of course you sleep in his.

W.C.: 2.5k

Warnings: y’all know me - it’ll be the usual! Smut, idolatry, devotion, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), pussy drunk Steve— I don’t make the rules 😤‼️

a/n: aka your first time with Steve, who may or may not be your boyfriend?

🎶 I’ve got a girl crush, I don’t get no sleep, I don’t get no peace, thinkin’ bout her 🎶

“Wish I could babe,” his voice sounds distant over the phone, wind whipping every other word through the mic, “But we just started production out here, we won’t wrap for a while yet.” You’d caught him during a break in filming, miraculously.

Several dates in LA after an introduction from Eddie, and here you are trying (and failing) to plan another. He’s back in California after a press tour and you were fresh off of recording your latest album.

“Well,” you drawl out, “I could come to you?” The question is rushed, breathless, you screw your eyes close in fear of fucking it all up.

A pause.

“You sure?”

“S’easier than dealing with your schedule, Harrington,” you say lightly, “Palm Springs is doable enough.”

He’s working on some indie picture out in the desert, you were murky on the details. You hear shuffling from his end and ‘psst’s trying to get someone’s attention.

“Rob… Rob! Can you– yeah, the address?”

A moment later your phone dings with a notification.

“So,” you say, throwing clothes haphazardly into a bag, “What’ve you got planned for us?”

Three or so hours later finds you in the desert and absolutely ecstatic about it. Dressed down in cut-offs and an old merch tank–or, as dressed down as you could get–you breathe in deep, thankful to be out of LA. Little to no paps and tabloids to be worried about–or worse, Deuxmoi acolytes–so you could finally relax.

Steve met you out front with the fattest joint you’d seen in years, he nearly dropped it when you all but tackled him to the ground. You were so happy to be with him again.

“Little soon to be proposing, no?”

“Think I’d do better than some hydro from Arglye,” he grouses, but you take it from him anyway with a deep inhale, “Says ‘hi’ by the way.”

“Tell him I accept and we’re registered at Tiffany’s,” you say finally, exhaling slowly.

He rolls his eyes, “Okay, Material Girl,” he helps to hoist you back up, “Tour time.”

After the grand tour, which was impressive–“Holy shit, do you have Robin on retainer? ‘Cause if not...”--Steve entertained you in the kitchen, making what he called the ‘secret sauce.’

“Oh, that?” you scoff, pouring some wine, “Had that on date number two, if you’ll recall.” You take a sip and continue with a waggle of your brows, “My compliments to the chef, as ever.”

Steve blushes at that, recalling how pretty you had looked with your glossed lips around his cock, all warm and soft under the dim light from the setting sun. A groan rumbles from his chest as he braces himself against the countertop, knuckles turning white.

“You’re a menace,” he said, voice low and gravelly, before he turned his attention back to the pots and pans on the stove.

You shrug and drink some wine, savoring the crisp tart taste against your tongue. Steve flits from one spot to the next while he cooks, stirring the sauce one moment and blanching veggies the next; all the while, remaining loose enough to pour a second glass of wine for you and another for himself.

Infuriatingly attractive that.

The sun had gone down in the desert while Steve finished with the pasta. You’d assigned yourself the task of setting the table and doing the dishes after dinner. Plates and cutlery arranged, you helped yourself to some salad while Steve served the pasta.

You mouth had already been watering at the mere scent of whatever was bubbling away on the stove, and all it took was one bite to have you audibly moaning at the dinner table. His eyes met yours, mischievous and curious, as he sipped his wine.

“Fuck me, that’s good,” you say with closed eyes, savoring the taste.

Steve laughs quietly across the table.

Dinner goes on, you try to reign in your vocal appreciation of the meal. He fills you in on some details of the shoot, set gossip, and the like. You offer up the scant information you have about the upcoming tour and album release. Clearing the table is easy enough between the two of you, knocking hips every so often as you washed and he dried the dishes.

You ended up in his bedroom, collecting the duffle you’d packed from the guest room down the hall. It was a kind thought, that you would opt for a separate room and your own space; he was hesitant like that, never wanting to assume.

Electing to change in the ensuite bathroom, you step out of the denim cutoffs and fold them neatly on the counter. Shoes had been kicked off at the front door earlier in the evening, leaving you now in an ancient Corroded Coffin shirt that had seen better days. He’s sat on the bed, looking all soft and sweet–tousled hair and wire rimmed glasses framing his face nicely, skin flushed from the wine.

He bit his lip when he saw you come out, hair a mess and legs, legs, legs, but a vision nevertheless. He can’t help himself as you step between his splayed knees at the edge of the bed, his hands coming to rest against he curve of your hips.

“Hey honey,” he murmurs as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Hey Steve,” you greet in return, lips pulled tight in an embarrassed smile.

Gently, he tugs you closer to him, the fabric of the shirt rucking up against your skin. His finger skirts against the back of your thigh, the skin shivering involuntarily. “Missed you,” he says, voice raspy and low.

His soft gaze lingers on you, warm hazel eyes looking up through long lashes. “Missed you too,” you say quietly.

“Yeah?” he asks, fingers grasping at the flare of your hips before he leans back on the bed, “C’mere then.”

As you clamber onto the bed, he lays back against the cool cotton of the duvet pulling you down with him. Substantively seated in his lap, you rest your head against his chest and let out a sigh.

“Comfy?” he says, a hand trailing lazily up and down your back. You nod, fingering the fabric of the shirt between your fingers. Softened by time and wear, paint and lettering disintegrating each time you wore it. It smells comforting like you–cardamom and sandalwood with a hint of something boozy–smells like home.

“I’ll keep you close then.”

His other arms falls against your hips while he continues to trace shapes against your back. You feel his lips leave at the crown of your head before his head falls back against the mattress. It’s quiet and he can tell from the rhythm of your breathing that you’re a few minutes from falling asleep.

The nation’s favorite spitfire in his bed, face nuzzled into his chest, bit by bit chiseling your way into his heart.

Steve lets his teeth worry his bottom lip, willing his nerves not to get the best of him. “Y’know, I really like you.”

“Mmm,” your drowsy moan comforting, the lazy smile tugging at your lips setting off the butterflies in his stomach. “I really like you too.”

Fuck, he hadn’t been this nervous in a while. And yeah, you’d been seeing each other for a minute but not long enough to have the ‘what are we’ conversation.

His hand tangles in your hair, loose and windswept from the drive, fingers scratching lightly at your scalp. A muffled moan pours from your lips and vibrates his chest.

“Sorry, sorry” you slur sleepily, “M’not normally such a lightweight.”

Steve, for his part, doesn’t think anything of it. You’d had, what, one glass of wine at dinner— maybe two? But you could be tired from the drive.

Maybe he’s misreading this thing entirely. A brief flicker of panic licks up his spine; maybe it’s too soon, maybe you just want to sleep—

“Can hear you thinkin’ up there,” you mumble and pull him from his downward spiral. A brief movement as you settle your chin to his chest and glance up. Your eyes are half-lidded and sultry, lips pulled in an enticing fashion.

He grunts when you shift your weight until you’re practically sitting on his chest to keep him breathless. He’s smiling up toward the ceiling, one side of his lips curled upward, jaw slack, easy and yielding because Steve offers himself to everything like this: headfirst and wide-open.

It’s be infuriating if he wasn’t crashing headlong toward you. It’d be irritating if he wasn’t so damn earnest about it.

After a while of feeling out each other's atmosphere, eyes catching every so often before flitting away to focus on something else, Steve arches up to request a kiss, all warmth and need.

You lean down to touch your lips to his gently, brushing your nose with his along the way— a wholly delicate gesture he never would’ve expected from you, but has grown to adore.

“We can go slow,” you breathe against his lips. “Don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Steve’s stomach swoops. He reaches up to cradle the back of your neck, drawing your forehead to his. “That so?”

You're smiling— so big and beautiful it hurts. And his heart is so loud he thinks you must hear it.

The kiss was clumsy, you chalked it up to too much drink, but the touch of your lips to his burned down his throat, like whiskey and joy— warm and smooth and cataclysmic as his hand cupped your face. You kiss him and Steve hears himself sighing into your mouth. His cheeks flush in excitement because you’re not letting go, so he presses his lips to yours a little slower, a little firmer, learning all the ways you like to feel him there.

“Steve,” you breathe, and it lights him up. “Steve,” you say again, and his eyes slip shut. Even now, he’s crushed with longing.

You press the heat of your core into his groin, grinding your hips into his.  

When your tongue touches him again, he thinks he might go blind. His eyes flutter open as much as they can, to savor the moment of your face so close to his. Your eyes, shut. Your skin, flushed. Your hair, a silky, folded curtain against his chest.

You are straddling Steve’s thigh now, sitting on your knees and moving against his thick limb in slow orbits. The underwear sitting against your hips is still there but does nothing to keep the slickness between your legs at bay. His thigh is moist from it, and it catches a shine in the fading light.

“Need you, baby,” you plead. “Any way you want.”

You glow like a full moon in the night, divining his animal desires with phosphorescent eyes.

Too eager now with permission. Too eager now with the fiercest kind of lust—of love—he lets it go. All for you, and you all for him. He nips at your collar, drowning deeper and deeper. Fingers meandering to hook into the gauzy and damp fabric hiding you from him and pulls. Wants you bare and shuddering beneath him. Hip bones against hip bones, the noises you make—ragged and hoarse—sending tremors down his back.

Steve grips your waist and moves you from his leg. A whimper escapes before it turns into a gasp as he turns you around, back meeting the cool of the sheets. “You call it, sweetheart.” Comes his husky voice in your ear. You know he means it completely.

A moan slips forth when he dives into the back of your shirt and tears it off, does the same with his. He wants to hear that noise again. The two of you are entwined like real lovers, pulling apart only to breathe and whisper to each other.

He falls onto his forearms, touching foreheads together, noses together, lips hovering until you meet him in a sloppy half-kiss, tongue slipping over his, spit and sweat shimmering across your mouth.

Steve doesn’t bother taking his boxer-briefs off completely, crumpling them down just below his cock is enough for him to slide in like he was created for you. He tells you as much, as you whimper and cry out beneath him.

“Look at me,” He prompts, tilting your face so you see where he’s connected to you. He’s searing hot as he thrusts upwards. “You were made for this.” He’s delirious with it, the heavy thrum that flows through the union of your bodies, “You were made for me.”

Like a prayer, he repeats your name.

Inside of that deafening miasma, Steve is still awake and a part of him knows that this is what he’d been longing for. His cock is throbbing inside of you and every time he pulls out and thrusts back in, your cunt wipes any shred of doubt from his mind.

Your head tips backwards and he catches the base of your skull in one giant hand. “So good,” you praise, “You’re so good, Steve.”

God, he’s so hard. Cramming himself inside your body, torso to torso, as close as he can get because he needs it—he needs it so bad.

He’s blind with it, drunk off it, beginning to rut like he’s in heat, surprised at the confessions he burns into your neck g’na marry you, fuck— that have you gasping and clenching in equal measure. Catalogues and litanies of honey, baby, fuckfuckfuck, god—growling devotions sinking into your throat, your shoulder, your chest. Sucking inscriptions in the common tongue of love as they slip past his lips.

You take all of him again and again, matching his pace, eyes squeezed shut, opening briefly but dazed. Panting and pleading his name, sudden waves of orgasm making you shake and shiver. Then he starts again— easier, kinder, letting the beast work its way back through his skin. Tongue sweeping lines. Canines pulling flesh.

You sigh and smile. A sacred dream of flesh and blood wrapped around him. “Wanna see you, baby,” you say, “Let me see you, sweetheart.”

So he does, blinking through the darkness and finds you like a beacon, as you always are, as you always will be. His hair falls to one side, lighter from the summer sun, suspended and rocking along.

“’S that good? Like this?”

“Yeah. Yes,” he babbles, “Wanna give you everything.”

“Come with me, Steve—come on, baby.”

And it’s all so fast. Your words. His words. Your hands. His hands. Hips moving in heavy thrusts and hair falling over his face and endless moans of god, fuck, 'm gonna come at the last minute before his eyes roll back behind his lids.

Steve buries his face into your neck, groaning. “Mine,” he whispers finally coming back to himself. Raspy and slow and again when you gasp. Your nails dig into his back reflexively, thighs squeezing him tight.

He’s smiling like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to do about it. His heart is fluttering and filling up. He looked at you for too long, thought about you too hard even though you’re right here and his, and maybe that’s what launched itself into his dizzy head.

A hard kiss that makes you whimper. Mine. Another to the line of your open jaw. Mine. Your throat. Your collar. Your chest. Mine. Mine. Mine.

You smile into his temple, rubbing your cheek on him, too. 

“Keeping me all to yourself?”

He nods eagerly, heart full, then overflowing. “Keeping you forever.”

[kpop-yes]

Huening Bahiyyih X Male Reader - Mall Date

Tags-Teasing, Creampie, Anal

A/n: Sorry this took so long I got sidetracked multiple times😅

You were currently on your way to pick up Bahiyyih.

Why were you picking up Bahiyyih, well because you were dating her.

You were friends with her brother Huening Kai, and when you met Bahiyyah, it was love at first sight.

It took a while to first make a move as you didn’t want Kai to know about your secret relationship with Bahiyyih.

And ever since you relationship with Bahiyyih has been rising, even tho you've only been dating for a few weeks.

Anyways you pulled up outside of her house and she walked out towards your car. Her outfit really stood out and you knew this day wasn't going to end without some sort of lust.

You unlocked the door and she sat down, immediately you smelt her rich perfume and her conditioner.

You stared at her for a while until you started the engine of the car and drove.

The drive was pretty silent until you reached the mall.

She cheerfully got out of the car and skipped towards the entrance, you knew how much she loved going to the mall.

When you entered, there was instantly a light breeze hit you and you shivered.

Bahiyyih held your hands while walking towards her go to stores that she always goes too.

By the time she walked out of the first store, you were already carrying many bags, but hey at least you were with the love of your life and that's all that mattered.

Whenever Bahiyyih entered a mall, she acted like a little kid who wanted everything.

You entered a clothing store as Bahiyyih said she didn't have enough clothes, ignoring her coset full of clothes she never wears.

She found a skirt that looked very nice, but the problem was that the skirt was very tight and if she bent down, everything would show.

Bahiyyih didn't care and ran straight to the changing room.

You took this a rest break, siting down on one of the benches next to the changing rooms, when you heard a whisper,

"Psst, Y/n come here I need your opinion !" Bahiyyih whispered loudly to you.

You walked towards the changing room Bahiyyih was in, closed the curtain, and admired Bahiyyih's ass I mean skirt.

Bahiyyih twirled in a circle before looking at you,

"Sooo, do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" You said while grasping Bahiyyih's ass.

"Babe! Stooop were going to get caught~" She said sarcastically, knowing where this conversation was heading towards.

"Not if were quick", and with one swift move you pushed Bahiyyih against the wall, lifted one of her legs up, and slid her pantie to the side.

You quickly unbuckled your belt, Unzipped your jeans, pulled your boxers down, and slowly inserted your already hard member inside of pussy using her liquids as lubrication.

Moans of pleasure quickly escaped Bahiyyih's mouths as you plowed her pussy.

You quickly subdued her moans by connecting your lips with hers.

You could instantly taste her cherry lipstick along with her sweet saliva.

Her mouth vibrating from your pounding definitely boosted your ego as you thrusted harder and harder.

Pound after pound her moans started getting louder and you knew if you kept going like this, you two would be caught soon, But you couldn't care, all you wanted to do was pound her cunt.

Bahiyyih quickly grew tired lifting her leg up so you sat her down on the seat next to her and continued fucking her, not letting a single second go to waste.

You felt your legs about to go numb and you felt you were about to cum, with a couple of thrusts left in you, you Thrusted as fast as you could before you made one final thrust, releasing your load inside her.

You were both panting and catching your breath,

"So you're going to get that skirt?" You said as Bahiyyih slowly noddded, still recovering from the mess you made inside of her.

You both tidied each other before walking to the cash register, Giving the skirt to the cashier.

Bahiyyih soon recovered and immediately went back to shopping, with of course you holding all her bags.

But you were too satisfied too care, until your arms soon started giving up.

You took breaks and lost Bahiyyih very easily, though it was easy to find her as she can be very loud and make messes a lot.

Bahiyyih went from store to store and bought anything that looked remotely nice. Money was being wasted left and right.

Bahiyyih never checked her bank account, for all you know, Bahiyyih could probably be in debt at the moment and none of you would know.

Anyways, Bahiyyih Entered a another clothing store, shocking I know, but there were lots of clothing racks and unopened packages everywhere.

This store was just opened so you didn't expect there to be a lot of people, and so did Bahiyyih, so she took advantage of it.

She quickly walked over to the tops and quickly chose her favorite tops that she could find.

There was one specific shirt that she wanted, but after about 30 minutes of trying to find that certain shirt, you two had no luck finding.

Just when you two were about to give up, Bahiyyih found the shirt at a clothing rack that was surrounded with boxes full of clothes stacked on top of each other.

The problem was that the shirt was way too far away and Bahiyyih couldn't reach it.

Despite you telling her you can get it, she refused not wanting to harm her ego.

Despite leaning on the table, she couldn't reach the shirt, and you were just standing behind her, waiting for her to get the shirt.

Bahiyyih them started doing little bunny hops to try and reach the shirt, and with each jump, her tight shorts started to slowly fall.

And with one final Jump, Bahiyyih reached for the shirt.

And with that final jump, Her tight shorts fell to the floor, and you stared directly at her bottom.

No panties, no shorts, just her plump and pale ass just inches away from you.

Bahiyyih was hanging on to the shirt, not wanting to let it go.

Thoughts were going there your head, Should you help her? Or should you do something else?

Your intrusive thoughts won as you soon groped a good part of her ass, admiring her asshole, wondering how would it feel.

Bahiyyih Squealed when you slapped her ass, looking back to see you admiring her ass,

"Hey! Were in a store, were not even hiding!"

She was right, the only thing covering you and Bahiyyih was a couple boxes and a clothing rack, anyone could Walk over and see what you two were doing, but that was a risk you were willing to take.

You bent down and slowly stuck your tongue inside her asshole, lubricating it and satisfying her at the same.

She could barely stand and you could tell she wanted to let go of that shirt, but she didn't, so you went in faster and faster.

Your tongue was swirling around and exploring more and more, and just when Bahiyyih was about to let go of the shirt, you stopped.

Her legs were shivering and she was breathing heavily, wanting more.

You stood up and started taking off your pants, once you took your pants off you're member was already rock hard.

You slowly lined up your member with her asshole and slowly inserted yourself into her, with moans of pleasure escaping her lips.

Your pace slowly increased as you got used to her asshole.

Moans and groans were heard all through out the store and you were sure security was already called, but you continued fucking her.

The more you plowed her the more her pegs and arms were shaking, but she still wouldn’t let go of that shirt, and you were determined to make her let go of that dress.

“Ah, your… so damn tight Bahiyyih!”

“Fuck, Keep fucking me in my tight hole!”

You accepted her requested and put all your power into your thrusts, making sure that she won’t be able to walk.

Your hips felt tired but you still kept thrusting.

Bahiyyih’s moans continued to get louder as the faster you plowed her tight hole, you couldn’t tell if her moans were from pain or pleasure, but either way she was enjoying the plowing.

You fingered her pussy while fucking her other hole and wanted to maximize her experience as much as you could.

You felt your limit was about to reach, and Bahiyyih knew your were near,

“Ah… Bahiyyih I’m about to cum-“

“Do it then! Cum in my tight asshole Y/n!”

She was a whole mess and could barely talk, but you wouldn’t turn down her request.

With a few thrust left in you, you made sure these final thrusts would make you cum.

You felt your legs shiver as you took one final thrust inside of her, before soon filling her insides.

Strings of your cum released inside of her as you took deep breaths to recover from the pounding you gave to Bahiyyih.

As for Bahiyyih, she could barely speak as she was a complete mess with her legs wobbling.

But more importantly, she wasn’t holding onto the shirt anymore.

[mausinly]

Baby fever got me thinking abt ghost and kids <3

Ghost finds himself leaning against a stone wall, fiddling with the straps of his gear as he listens to the bustle of the locals. He's in a more rural part of the city, one half full of shops and restaurants and the occasional pub (of which Ghost is waiting for Gaz and Soap outside of), the other half being a neighborhood on the other side of the cobblestone wall behind him.

It was meant to be a more casual mission, gather some intel and do a bit of a stakeout. Gaz and Soap would chat with a man that has information for them, while Ghost waited outside in case there was trouble or they needed to make a quick escape. After a few hours, he quickly realized this wasn't much of a mission at all.

It was peaceful though, a breath of fresh air compared to the adrenaline and bloodshed of his usual work. He was debating on calling it all a bust and dragging his boys back to base when a small sound hit his ears.

He went silent for a moment before he heard it again, a small whisper of a voice beckoning for his attention.

Ghost lets out a sigh. "The hell...?" He looks around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"Psst. Up here." A small voice calls from... above him?

Ghost looks up to see a face peering down at him from the top of the stone wall, a few meters above him. A small child, a little girl with short, red curls, peeks over the stone to look at him with big brown eyes.

The two of them just stare at each other for a few beats, observing one another warily until the girl speaks up.

"Are you a soldier?" She asks him with a surprising amount of confidence, speaking with a bluntness that only children seemed to possess.

Ghost pushes himself off of the wall to turn and look at her fully, glancing back at the pub to check for his team before looking back at her.

"Affirmative." He says simply, giving a little nod before falling back into silence.

The girl looks puzzled at the unfamiliar word, but uses her context clues to conclude that it means yes. She steps up a little more, crossing her arms over the top of the wall to look down at him better.

"My nana was a soldier... I think." The little girl says, her tone a little uncertain. "My mum said she used to fly planes and we have a picture of her with a bunch of medals."

"I've never seen a soldier in real life, though." She adds.

Ghost can't help the small chuckle that rumbles from his chest at the child's observation. "That so? Your nan sounds pretty interesting." His eyes crease as he smiles up at her from under his balaclava. "I'll let you in on a little secret... being a soldier's pretty boring a lot of the time."

The girl gives Ghost another quizzical look, blinking those big doe eyes at him. "How? Don't you get to fight bad guys and shoot big guns?"

Ghost supposes she isn't wrong. A lot of his work does include diving headfirst into enemy territory, fighting the desert sun and blowing up old "friends". He still lets out a small laugh at the girl's naivety. Ghost wonders if he'd ever been that innocent once, maybe when he was a toddler and the cruel world his father built hadn't yet beat down on him.

"Sometimes." He says finally. "But there's also a lot of sitting—waiting for things to happen. And paperwork." He tacks on.

The girl makes a face. "Like taxes?"

Ghost nods solemnly. "Like taxes."

The girl makes a soft, long "oh" sound before they fall into silence. Ghost looks back at the pub, half hoping to see Soap and Gaz walk out and half hoping they stay inside so he can keep talking to this silly little kid.

"My names Ginny, by the way." The girl pipes up. "What's yours?"

He debates in his head for a moment. "Ghost." He says finally.

Ginny makes another face. "Ghost? Like a dead person? That's a funny name." She says bluntly. "Is it a nickname? Technically Ginny is my nickname."

Ghost listens as she rambles a little, waiting for her to finish so he can answer her questions. "Yep, like a dead person. And yes, it's kind of like a nickname."

"Do they always give you silly names in the mil-militry?" Ginny tries to ask, scrunching up her face a little as she struggles to pronounce "military".

"Sometimes." He says again. "Sometimes you choose your own, sometimes it starts as a nickname that sticks around."

"Did you choose yours?" She asks.

"No." He replies.

Before Ginny can bombard him with any more questions, a voice calls from somewhere far off, making the girl look behind her. She calls back to whoever is summoning her and turns back to Ghost.

"My mum's home, I've got to go." She says, her tone a little flat as she seems disappointed to leave.

"Alright. I'll see you around, Ginny." Ghost bids her farewell. "Be good for your folks."

"I will! Bye-bye, Ghost." The girl gives a determined nod, waving goodbye to him before stepping down and disappeared behind the other side of the wall.

Ghost stands there for God knows how long, in his own little world until Soap walks up behind him with Gaz in tow. The sargeant claps him on the shoulder about how the mission was a bust and apparently the man didn't have all the info they needed. Thankfully, he'd have what they needed at a later date. All Ghost hears is "we'll be coming back here soon".

[blood-stained-lollipop]

advice for you based on your favourite pasta

Jeff- Are you excited about the When We Were Young festival? I hope Dan and Phil come out with the gay flag and kiss just for you <3. How are your anger issues? Playing your music at volume 100 isn’t a substitute for therapy. Please go hug someone babe, having Jeff as your favorite in 2023 means you definitely need it. 

Ben- I just know you’re funny, like your friends fucking love you. Either play video games or have a creative hobby. Ben stans are literally the best. Probably have awesome taste in music. My advice for you? It’s okay if you aren’t the happy one all the time, you aren’t a robot babe <3

Jack- I get academic overachiever vibes from you, like, you’re smart, and you know you’re smart. You probably read and have a letterboxd account. You’re effortlessly cool, and probably hot, but it’s okay to fail sometimes, you don’t have to be perfect <3

Toby- Hello mentally ill gay people no im jk all of you are mentally ill and gay its the creepypasta fandom lolz. You probably feel like you’re really annoying and cope via having Toby as your comfort character. Either you’ve been in therapy since you were twelve or you need to go. Try and prioritise yourself babe <3

Helen- ITS OKAY TO DO THINGS ALONE!!!!! You probably feel insecure about your lack of friends, or you feel like your social life sucks. Doing things alone is okay, it doesn’t make you a loser. You probably like art, and you’re probably fucking great at it. Don’t compare yourself to anyone babe <3

Liu- Do you have family trauma and/or feel like you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life? Yeah checks out. Spend more time with people, I promise they aren't all bad. Go pet a dog, stand in the sunshine. Life is great sometimes <3

Jane- psst… it's okay to let your guard down. Idk if you knew that, but here I am telling you anyway. You’re a bad bitch, I know. You’re hot, I know. But not everyone wants to hurt you. Also, stop trying to take care of everyone around you <3

Nina- you probably got/get bullied for being different. I think its hot that you’re different. Sure, you belong in a 2007 scene meet-up and i’m sorry you aren’t there rn, but you have SO MANY secret admirers. Keep being you babe, don’t change for anyone <3

Clockwork- okay i’m just gonna say it. Sometimes being mean to people and pushing them away is a bad coping mechanism. I am saying this because I have the same coping mechanisms. We are the same. Please for the love of god stop clenching your jaw and let your guard down!!! <3

Sally- Either you’re one of the younger fans or you have serious trauma. You can’t go to places or listen to certain songs without wanting to throw up. Your hands are burning from holding onto your inner child so tightly. Hang in there, it’s gonna get better <3

[natelia-aldelliz]

"зайчик, we have a problem" Nikolai says, opening Price's office's door.

The Captain sighs and doesn't lift his head, focused on trying to decipher the last report from Soap and Roach. Never again he sends them out together, he swears to himself. Not without a chaperone.

"Are we at war?"

"Eh," Nik hesitates, making Price frown and finally lift his head to look at the man.

He has a child in his arms. A black kid, barely more than a toddler. "What the - Nik, who's that?"

"Ah, this is part of the problem," Nik says with his heavy accent, sending a smile towards Price. "Say hi to Cap, Kyle."

The child frowns at him, buries his head shyly in Nik's shoulder and mutters a little 'hi' from his hiding space. Price doesn't understand.

"Uh, hi?" he says back, sending a confused look towards his lover.

"It's Gaz," Nik explains. "Like I've said, we have a situation."

A 'situation' is a bit of an understatement, in Price's eyes. He's surrounded by toddlers, his chain of command decimated, with no explanation and no solution. And if he thought they were a handful as adults, well they're worse as children.

Even Gaz got over his initial shyness and is running around, screeching with Soap. The only one who's calm is Simon. But it's not for a good reason, and it breaks his heart to see him almost cowering in the corner, panicked at the idea of not being home and his father being angry at him for that.

"Psst," a little voice interrupts his thoughts, accompanied by taps on his knee. He looks down at Roach, who's staring at him with a grin. Oh god, what now.

"Yeah?" he asks, fearing the worse.

"I caught a bug," Roach whispers like a secret.

Price looks down at his empty hands and feels the dread rising in him. "That's uh, that's nice, did you want to show it to me?"

Roach shakes his head. "I can't," he keeps on whispering. "I ate it."

Oh god.

The child looks so fucking proud of himself too. Price is lost. If he had wanted children, he would have had them, honestly. Apart from his sexuality and work overload, nothing kept him from just going out there and making a baby with someone. The thing is, he never wanted kids. He has no idea what to do!

"I'm gonna bite him," Roach whispers again, pointing towards Simon.

This is a nightmare, he thinks as he looks at the child making his way towards the poor unsuspecting kid. Soap has started climbing him like a mountain, claiming to Gaz that there's a treasure at the top, encouraging him to start climbing his arm as well.

And Nik is just taking pictures. If he wasn't the only one here that had some idea of what to do, he'd have strangled him.

Soap suddenly stops moving, sitting on his shoulder with his arms on top of his head, and Price barely catches him as he falls, sound asleep, and Gaz starts crying that he doesn't want nap time.

Suddenly he regrets complaining about that report. He'd take a hundred of them over this right now.

[hbojoel]

PLEASE write something for richie jerimovich maybe you’re carmys sister and you all work at the beef 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ANON i am overjoyed at this request. thank you so much for being my first ask and my first official post on here!!!

18+ for some elusions to sex

word count: 1.3k

pairing: richie jerimovich x f!reader (only gendered term used is sister)

Nat never wanted you in the restaurant.

Even after re-opening, the name change, the renovation–it was still something she wanted you separate from. Protected from. It was the start and end of many fights.

And you still found a way to weasel in.

Family, prep, hands; it didn't matter, but you were eager to help. To be useful. It mattered to your brother and sister, and that meant it mattered to you.

There's a shout of corner! as you walk through the swinging door. Tina's the first to see you, chopping onions with a quickness you'd never been able to master. You put in the hours, you learned the techniques, it was just something about a knife you couldn't get down. Or maybe it was the tears that sprung to your eyes no matter how many times you'd practiced. 

"Hi, baby," Tina smiles and tilts her cheek to you so you can kiss it. "Jeff is in the office, Nat's... you saw Nat, si?"

"Si, T, thank you."

Nat was in the front of house, fidgeting with the plate settings and rolled-up napkins. It must be pregnancy hormones or something because she's only gotten more nit-picky and everyone's noticing it.

Syd and Marcus greet you as you walk past them, in search of something you can't seem to find.

You peek your head in the walk-in. Nope.

Rap your knuckles against the open office door, nodding to Carmy on the phone, finding the room empty apart from him. You mouth his name but Carm's never been that good at lip-reading, so it's a benign effort. 

You push the back door open and spot him by the dumpster smoking a cigarette. 

Bingo.

"Psst," you say as you walk over to him slowly. 

He looks up at you through a cloud of smoke that doesn't hide his grimace as well as he thinks it does.

"Whadda ya doin' here? I told you to stay home. Never fuckin' listen." 

You steal the cigarette from between his fingers and wiggle it above him, grinning like the cat who got the cream.

"Not the boss of me." You quirk a brow.

Richie gets up off his feet. You instinctually back up to get a better look at his face, but he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you in place. You're craning your neck to look him in the eye, but you don't back down. You'll never hear the end of it if you do.

"Not the boss, huh?" This close, you can taste the smoke on his breath, puffing in the cold of autumn.

You bounce on your heels just slightly. "Nope," popping the P. "Not on the papers."

"You don't fuckin–" He puts distance between the two of you to throw his hands up in exasperation, "you don't even work here!"

Biting back your smile, barely, you say, "I'm family."

"Oh, you little shit," he says, and then he's on you, lifting you up and carrying you til your back hits the cold metal of his car. "Brat."

It's not exactly a secret that the two of you are an item, but there hasn't been a public announcement either. Richie had come a long way–a long way–from who he used to be, but Carmy remembered, and Sugar remembered, and that was a lot to have hanging over your head when it turned out he wanted their little sister. 

So the two of you are cautious. Never at work, which is part of the reason you shouldn't be here, part of the reason RIchie's all riled up in the first place.

He'd told you to stay at his place, promising he'd be back before dinner. That was at seven, and who's to say if you heard him correctly, in your sleep-addled state. You'll blame it on that. 

Richie's apartment was nice–he'd eaten you out on that kitchen island more times than you can count–but it was lonely. And you missed him. And maybe you had to walk or Uber your way there, and maybe he wasn't so happy with you in the streets of Chicago by yourself, and maybe it was an unspoken rule.

And maybe you had just broken it by showing up here.

"Sorry," you whisper, and kiss away any protests forming on his tongue.

He lets you, for a while, only because he missed you, too. He rubs his hands up and down your back, sure that you must be freezing in the thin pants you're in on the unforgiving cold of the trunk of his car. He pulls back and you follow his mouth blindly.

"Sweetheart."

"What?" You whine.

Richie huffs a laugh.

"You're not s'posed to be here." He cards a hand gently through your hair.

You shrug your shoulders petulantly, not meeting his eyes now. "Missed you."

Richie makes a sound like he's in pain, and then he cups your face in his hand and squeezes your cheeks together gently, like he has that cuteness-aggression thing Marcus was telling him about a while ago. You're too sweet for him.

"I missed you, too," he whispers, releasing your face to smooth back your hair and press a kiss to your forehead. "I'm in the middle of one thing and then we can go home, okay?"

You nod slowly, leaning your head into his chest. 

Richie smiles to himself. "That means you gotta get up, baby." He slaps what he can reach of your ass lightly. 

You shake your head against his heartbeat. "Carry me?"

Richie's heart hurts with how much he adores you. He might just get down on one knee right there. He picks you up and calls you baby in a scolding voice instead. If you mind, you don't make an effort to show it.

He stops and sets you gently on your feet after the short distance and opens the passenger door for you, watching as you plop down into the seat unceremoniously. 

Just five minutes. He could finish in just five minutes, and then he can take you home.

"Okay," he starts, bends down to kiss your forehead again, and you lift your head expectantly for a goodbye kiss. He gives you one. "Five minutes and I'm out, got it? I'll get you a Sprite if you want it, and then I'm all yours." 

You look up at him grinning, open-mouthed, and nod. "Keys?"

Richie pats the pockets of his jeans. "Keys, keys... they're in my locker, give me two seconds, baby, so you don't freeze out here." The car reverberates with the force of him shutting the door as he jogs back inside the Beef.

"Whatchu up to, papa?" Tina calls from the kitchen. 

"Keys," Richie shouts back, "gotta take the baby home."

Tina's behind him in record time, watching him turn his locker inside-out in his search. "Taking your girl home, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." Richie turns to face her and finds a shit-eating grin staring right at him.

"Careful, Jeff," she says as she walks away, "you'll get yourself in trouble."

Richie rolls his eyes, pockets his keys, and walks back out to you.

You open the door for him again, and he drops the keys in your lap. 

"All good?" 

"All good except Tina fuckin' knows." 

You laugh before you realize you're doing it. Richie is not so amused.

"What, that's funny? I gotta hear it at work now all 'cause you got lonely?" 

You reach your hand up and into the pocket of his leather jacket. "Everyone knows, Richie. It's okay. Go and hurry up, I'm cold."

"Shit," he swears. "Here." His jacket is draped across your shoulders and now it's him shivering, and you would protest, but it would be fruitless. Richie would get frostbite before he let you catch a cold.

One last kiss is dropped on your forehead in lieu of a goodbye. "Five minutes and I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay," you nod, hand on the door, even though Richie's already pushing it shut. "I'll time you."

[moonspirit]

Hi, moon! Following one of your posts:

Annie can't gossip for the life of her. She would just tell you the most basic info and be done with it. The juicy details? Nah. Go to the boys for that.

Hi hahaha xD

True! Annie simply does not give a fuck. In fact, spending three years running spy missions to the interior was not a job she wanted. Girl was tired and hated it!

I imagine a gossipy conversation to go something like this:

(Annie, on her way in after an emergency run to the bakery)

Some rando: Hey! Psst! Did you hear? They've eloped!

Annie, confused: Huh? Who's eloped?

Rando: Your neighbour's daughter and her younger lover!

Annie: ... So?

Rando: Her mother's livid! All her jewels are gone! Taken!

Annie: ... Didn't know she was rich.

Rando, shocked: What! But she's your neighbour?!

Annie: .... *shrugs*

Rando: She owns half the town!??

Annie: ....

Rando: Twenty years ago, she killed her husband!

Annie: ....

Rando: You can still see bloodstains on the carpet in her living room?!!

Annie: ....

Rando: There's rumours that her dead husband haunts their old bedroom?!!

Annie: ....

Rando: People are scared of her!! How did you not know? You live right next door!

Annie: .... *shrugging and bored of this conversation* Idk man. She gave me coconut biscuits that one time. THey were great.

Rando, looking like the Scream painting: ....???!!!!!!!!!!

Annie: .... I'll get going.

Rando, mumuring to himself: ... I wonder where her daughter and the lover eloped though... they've been missing since dawn... I thought you'd know but guess not haha...

Annie, pausing: Tell you what. Head down the street. Turn left. Then right. Then left. Then two rights. You'll come upon a house with an ivy roof. There's a man who lives there; he'll know.

Rando: Oh? Really? Thanks!

(Rando, walking up to the ivy cottage and spotting five guys sitting on the porch, chatting. Some of them are familiar. Blond haired... that one with the long face... oh that one with the short grey hair... and that scary short one always drinking tea! These are the Ambassador guys!)

Reiner, spotting him: Hi! Are you lost?

Rando: O-oh, oh no... it's just... I was told to come here for some information...

Reiner: Hm? You were?

Rando: A young lady with pale blonde hair who lives next to that house...

Armin, perking up brightly: That's Annie! Annie did ?! Hehe, she's my... My wife .. hehe... (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*

(Insert Ben Affleck smoking meme)

Rando, nervously eyeing the short guy in the middle who seems to be glaring at him: U-um, yeah... so you know the... eloping this morning...

(All guys go silent)

Rando: I was wondering where they might have gone off to and the blonde lady said I'd get answers if I came here...

(The guys exchange secretive 19th-century looks)

Armin, quietly: Well, it's not really for us to say...

Jean, quietly: It wouldn't be proper, of course...

Reiner, very grim: That's what they chose to do... we should respect it...

Connie, shaking his head: I feel sorry for the mother... but...

Levi, drinking tea, unimpressed, deadpanning: They were headed to the States of Dane by the 5am horse. Paid a whole 10 dunals for the trip. The coins were brand new. The boy looked nervous. The girl was wearing a cream dress-

Jean, interrupting quietly: Beige. Not cream. Beige.

Levi, irritated: FUcking hell-

Jean: Sorry.

Levi: Tch. Anyway. Before they got on the horse, they had an argument-

Armin, politely: It wasn't an argument, it was a 'mild disagreement'.

Levi, exasperated: Fu-

Armin, flustered: Sorry! Go on captain!

Levi: .... tch. Then they mounted the horse and took the long route by Northeast, the one without many people. The horse was a good one. Strong and patient, she was-

Connie, frowning: But they rode her too slow. Only 3 kilometers per hour, what the fuck is that huh? I mean if they were running away- mmpph!

(Armin slaps a hand over his mouth to shut him up)

Levi: ... They turned around the bend and then disappeared. I reckon they're halfway by now.

Rando, flabbergasted & speechless: ... and you guys... saw all this?

Reiner: I think the boy should've packed more underwear though.

(everyone turns to stare at him)

Everyone, including Rando: And how the fuck do you know that?!

Reiner: (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

[divinityandfanfics]

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

You just recently joined a secret organization called the ‘Sorcerers’, which is rivals with another organization, called ‘Curses’. You’re basically a newbie around here, but, you are done with the:

— Tour of the entire HQ

— Introduction to your coworkers and seniors

— What you do around here

So, yeah, you’re pretty much ready for your first mission! Which is today. Your first mission is today. You sat in your office, nervous. Who wouldn’t be? You have to eliminate cursed spirits from—

The intercom crackled to life, a deep voice saying.. “Sukuna! [Y/N]! To the assignment room, now!” You quickly got up, tying your hair in a low, messy bun as you exited your office.

You turned your head to look towards the assignment room, your eyes spotting Sukuna who was also heading to the assignment room. You ran towards him, slowing down ’til you’re walking beside the tattooed man.

“Gah! Why does he always say it like we’re some highschoolers about to get detention!?” Sukuna complains, ruffling his pink hair messily. “Yeah.” You mumbled. Sukuna opens his eyes, taking a good look at you properly. “Hey.. wait a second!” He pauses, “I haven’t see you around here before! Are you the new brat!?” Sukuna yells, amused.

You nod your head, turning to the side as you both finally reach the assignment room. Sukuna twists the golden doorknob, opening the door and stepping inside. “Anyway.. where’s the mission at, good ol’ Yaga?” Sukuna says with a sly smile etched onto his handsome face.

“Sukuna. Be nice to the new recruit.” Yaga says sternly, intently looking up at Sukuna. “Pfft! I can control myself when needed, plus— what’s meeting them for if I can’t show a little humor?” Sukuna chuckled.

“You make sure of that.” Yaga muttered, “Your mission is on Kyoto. Eliminate the cursed spirits and hurriedly return to HQ, especially you, Sukuna.” Yaga points to the pink—haired male. “The veterans got a special meeting later, attend it.”

After that, you and Sukuna headed to Kyoto. Eliminating every cursed spirit in sight. Though, the ride back to HQ was.. awkward. “Psst, brat.” Sukuna whispered, and you turn your head to look at him, confused. “Didn’t know you could kill a cursed spirit, let alone a lot of ’em.” He mutters, amusement evident in his tone.

You just nodded your head, “I was trained before this mission.” You admit. “...by who?” He asks, looking at you intently. “...” Silence, how loud. “Gojo—sensei.” Sukuna turns his head to look at you in disbelief. “Pfft! Satoru Gojo? Tsk, he’s weak. I’m still a lot stronger than him.” He yells confidently, crossing his legs. “Yeah..” You murmur, barely believing his words.

After a few months, you had ranked up high in this organization. For some reason, for the past few months, Sukuna had been trying to force the higher ups to join you in missions. Weird.

One day, the veterans (Sukuna, Gojo, Yuuta, Yuki, Geto) were called for a special meeting. You ignored it, since you weren’t a veteran. After a while, you heard the emergency alarm ring. The building was to be evacuated. You exited your office, finding out that the HeadQuarters was on fire.

You came to the conclusion that the rivaling organization started to attack, and quickly ran for an exit. You were nearing the exit, just a few more! — and then.. something hit you in the head, making you fall unconscious.

When you woke up, you were tied to a chair. You tried to force your way out to no avail. A familiar voice filled your ears, “Ah, you’re finally awake.” You looked up, spotting.. “You..! You traitor!” You yelled, glaring up at him.

“Tsk, I was from the start. When that meeting was finally over, I could send the coordinates to the ‘Curses’ organization.” Sukuna smiled down at you. “But.. I really liked you, so.. I kept you alive.” He smirked.

[sleepykye]

Enemies to lovers~

Part 2

Psst, part 1 is here~

You sided with Geto, or should I say, Kenjaku. 🫠

Warning : slight teasing

"I.."

You looked at him in the eyes. You could tell he was being dead serious. His katana was still in his hand, ready to pierce through your vital area if you made a mistake in your decision.

"I'll join Tokyo Jujutsu High."

You said with slight hesitance, afraid of what kenjaku and the others might do if they found out that you have betrayed them. Your thoughts started becoming worse and worse while you imagined different scenarios of them hunting you down to the point where they tortured you brutally.

You snapped out of your daze when you noticed yuta carrying you bridal style in his arms. His katana was already sheathed back into his scabbard, and you didn't even realise.

"Very well, I'll help get you enrolled into the school."

While yuta was walking towards Tokyo Jujutsu High, you noticed that his arms were strong. They looked firm yet gentle. You wondered what it was like to be in his embrace. Would it be gentle, or would it be reassuring yet firm ?

You couldn't help but stare at his arms, leading to him chuckling at you.

"Pfft, what're you looking at ?"

You snapped out of your daze. He seemed to have discovered that you were looking at his arms. Your face turned red, and you looked away.

"Ah.. nothing."

You quickly responded, trying not to sound suspicious. He looked at you and smirked, catching up to your silly little antics.

"Oh ? Are you perhaps checking me out ?"

You flinched when you knew you were doomed. He had already caught up to your thinking mindset.

He gently squeezed your thighs, stopping in his tracks. His full attention was now focused on you solely.

"Sounds like someone's embarrassed~"

He chuckled before walking again, this time, not to Tokyo Jujutsu High. You looked at him again before looking at the school that was just right ahead of the both of you.

"Hey, where are we going ? Jujutsu High is right there."

You asked while your head was tilted to the side. Yuta looked at you, not answering before looking back straight ahead.

"Shush, its a secret."

He answered. You couldn't help but feel a bit scared at where he was going to take you. He suddenly put a blindfold on you. You seemed confused and startled by the sudden action, but after awhile, you got used to it.

You heard a door open after a while, and yet another one was opening. Just then, you were suddenly sitting on something soft and comfy. It felt like... a bed.

You felt your hands getting pinned above your head while you felt someone close to you. Could it be... him...?

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dunno if I should make a part 3 tbh. I'm not really good at those kinds of moments, and yes, we all know what moments I'm talking about. 😊

[dujour13]

OC Kiss Week - day 1

For @offsidekineticist 💜 Your OCs live in my heart and the buddy cop AU lives in my head

CW: claustrophobia, disposal of disposable NPCs, non-consensual smooch, homicidal ideation

“Gil?” Siavash is crouched in the halfling-sized holding cell with his knees around his ears. “Gil! You came back for me!”

“Keep it down. Only because I know you, and you don’t do torture. A hot instrument gets within ten feet of the face and you’ll be singing like a lark. The name, address, date of birth and favorite fucking flavor of ice cream of every Bellflower in Cheliax’ll be on their list.” He finishes picking the lock and throws open the bars.

The moment his long half-elven limbs are free Siavash stretches them happily, grabs Giliys by both cheeks and kisses him square on the crown of the head. “I love you.”

“Ugh, cut that out.”

“You didn’t kill the guards did you? Would you believe one of them plays prismati? We got to chatting and—oh.”

Giliys did kill the guards. Siavash steps over the carnage, tearful eyes trained on the heavens.

“If you hadn’t spared that magistrate we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place,” grumbles Giliys, grabbing his ridiculous scarf and pulling him down behind the barrier so he can scan the hill beyond to make sure his planned escape route is still clear.

It isn’t. Even from here he can make out the glow of approaching torches: the Hellknights coming to collect this latest roundup of troublemakers.

“We’re trapped.”

“It’ll be fine.”

Giliys’ fingers twitch around the hilt of his dagger. He opens his mouth but a whisper from behind them cuts him off.

“Psst. Over here.”

It’s the magistrate, the one Siavash talked him into letting go, and who apparently turned right around and led the authorities to them. But now she’s had some kind of existential crisis and looks like she’s been crying. She unlocks the door to the storage barn. “Take the back door. I’ll distract the Hellknights.”

Siavash beams. “Thanks.”

There’s no reason to trust her, but there aren’t any other options, so Giliys grits his teeth and follows.

Later, traveling cross country in a heavy downpour but free at last, they pause to rest only a few miles from the Andoren border.

“Told you so,” says Siavash.

If Giliys’ eyes were daggers his partner would be in front of Pharasma now.

Siavash seems unfazed. “You know, if you really wanted to stop me from spilling all our secrets you didn’t have to let me out. You could have just killed me.”

Giliys raises a finger. “Don’t fucking tempt me.” But even as he says it he realizes he probably wouldn’t, even after that obnoxious and invasive display of affection, because a glib Andoren who has the favor of the goddess of luck can come in handy sometimes.

[raspberrysmoon]

ok so. nobody cares but I DO!!!! so here are some fun facts about my biggest npmd au i curse the day !! :] names are colored/altered for their corresponding lord. red is 'generally evil'

it got long so. facts under cut <3 spoilers are very minimal but go check out my series on ao3 !! 'i curse the day' !!!! olease im insane over them !!

psst @bellqmione i did it. for you :]

- pete hates his horns with a passion. steph thinks theyre kind of cute when he doesnt try to shave them off or rip them out. pete would rip them out if he was sure they didnt connect to his brain like some goat horns do

- similarly, grace adores her eyes/newfound sight 99% of the time. until The Horrors. she cant bring herself to go back to camp idonwannabang.. or look the jerries in the eye

- ted has full custody over pete and acts as a pseudo parent. hes a solid 15 years older, and generally acts like a teen boy with pete. silly goofy guy who has some issues hes not ready to face and a tendancy to drink !

- jenny... is there. somehow. she misses ted a lot and genuinely wants to come back to hatchetfield for him. she just... can't

- steph and nibbly have a weirdly tight knit relationship. treats her like a lapdog. think a maltese with dyed-pink fur and you have steph

- grace is blinkys coworker. she has half as many eyes as him. blinky has 999 eyes. grace has 499.5. one of her eyes is mostly blind, but not entirely. she doesnt know this number

- richie and ruth Are There. so is max. none of our three know this. webby knows. wiggly and pokey know. they're the only ones. not even they themselves know that theyre still there. they lie dormant for now

- hannah, daniel and sophia are attached at the hip. the only reason sophia hasnt shown up yet is because shes rich and homeschooled. they see eachother more than their families. sophia and daniel are hannahs only outlet for webby, now, and theyre both quite familiar with her

- daniel can hold his breath for 10 minutes on average. hannah is the only one who can time him. this can get complicated when holding your breath stops time

- webby is trying desperately to reach lex constantly. lex is doing her best to ignore her, but its getting harder. webby needs something from her.

- grace has watched richies funeral 376 times. she's counted. she can recite to you exactly what each person says and does

- paul is having some trouble with his hearing after richies death. he wasn't that close with his nephew, but the loss is still hitting him. he can only hope its shock. something tells him its not.

- emma is also having trouble with her hearing. she has not told paul, and she will not tell paul. she will not be losing her hearing like her sister. even if it doesnt feel like thats the cause of it, she won't.

- speaking of, i made jane hard of hearing. i dont know why exactly it fits her in my mind, but it does. her and her family are mostly fluent or entirely fluent in american sign language, as is emma. she wears hearing aids

- the three learn sign language. from who? stay tuned and put your guesses down below ‼️

- alice has had vision problems since she moved to clivesdale a few years back. her vision was always bad growing up, and now its... perfect. shes having trouble keeping up the lie to everyone.

- bill and alice really do love eachother i swear. but she doesnt like him much. theyre trying. deb is too. they really are.

- jenny doesn't like the color yellow. she never has. teddy used to. she's not sure if he still would. it makes her head hurt to look at.

- pete hates pants. pete only owns pants. his basketball shorts are actually a pair of stephs, that used to be maxs.

- max is scared of the dark. this was a closely held secret in life. steph finds herself turning a nightlight on for him without thinking about it.

- max didn't have a funeral. his body wasn't buried- instead kept as evidence then tossed out when nobody came to collect it. jason, kyle, stacy and brenda had a small service for him by the lake when they were told he'd been murdered. jason was the only non-cop to see maxs' body after he was dismembered and left at the waylon place

- grace spends more time at the waylon place than she does at home. she finds a strange comfort in it now that it's completely off the market.

- the many quick-succession deaths put the waylon place and its haunting back into the forefront of peoples minds. the town is collectively afraid of it again.

- max is scared of the dark. the black is a very dark place. richie and ruth have yet to encounter the problem of darkness. in fact, ruth has been having some trouble with seeing past the stagelights in front of her

- ruth and richie have their own personalized rooms. a stage/large theatre, and a cozy little room with a fridge and a large tv. max does not get as pleasant of an afterlife as this.

- jerry grew up vegan. he's not sure what his parents would say about his diet.

[losfacedevil]

Sappy post incoming…. Yeah I don’t do these often 😂

2023 was a fucking whirlwind of a year and man I wouldn’t have made it without you guys.

I waltzed into this year vibing with the same handful of people I’ve been vibing with for years with no real intentions of diving head first into a new fandom and making new friends. And then tiktok decided to show me a video of some weird curly headed dude that looked like he stepped out of a Salvation Army fitting room and forgot where his real clothes were.

I found a band that make me happy, and that got me through a bunch of rough spots and with that band came so many amazing people and pinky promises I didn’t know I needed.

Funny how all it takes is a single post about Sam as a member of the BAU to lead you to one of the best people to waltz into your life isn’t it?

The keeper of all secrets needs their own secret keeper sometimes. Dee somehow weaseled her way around my defense walls and quickly pulled up a chair with a ‘idc how much you push me away I’m not moving’ attitude. She’s quickly become one of the greatest friends I’ve made and has stuck around even when I’m at my worst. She’s the person I know I can turn to when I need someone that’s gonna listen and ground me when I can find the ground myself, and who I tell all the batshit crazy things I’ve done throughout the day. She’s gonna kick my ass for this but @vanfleeter I love you, here’s to a new year annoying each other and attacking each other with the thoughts our minds conjure up.

And then along came @tommie-gvf who literally kicked down the doors and said yeah I like this bitch imma latch on like a leech and never let go. They’ve been another rock to my floating balloon of a life this year, they’re the reason my communication in hard situations is getting better. They’ve seen me at my best and at my worst, listened when I’ve needed to cry and told me off when I needed to hear it the most. I love you my Teeny babe.

Psst @silks-up-my-sleeve you, yeah, you! Always lurking in the shadows and always mutually supporting everything we’ve done on our own. I’m glad we’ve finally broken through the barriers and connected, you my friend, are an old soul that anyone would be lucky to know and love. I love you!

@gretasmokerising @ascendingtostardust @stardustvanfleet @sammykiszkamyass @mountain-in-springtime @joshsindigostreak @rhythm-of-space @wideminded-dreamer @the-wicked-gnome @gracev0609 @allieisacrybaby @runwayblues @sunfl0wer-power @writingcold and everyone in between, I love you all so so much. Thank you for always supporting me in what I’ve created, being there when I felt like I was shouting into the void, freaking out over the things the boys have done and everything in between. Here’s to 2024!

[howlingday]

Ruby Rose VS The Nefarious Five

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Ruby: An abandoned warehouse? In this economy?

Cinder: Ah, if it isn't Ruby Rose! We've been expecting you.

Ruby: We? Have you been talking to your Maiden half again?

Cinder: Allow me to introduce you to... THE NEFARIOUS FIVE!

Ruby: (Gasps) Roman Torchwick?!

Ruby: Neopolitan?!

Ruby: Mercury Black?!

Ruby: Emerald Sustrai?!

Ruby: Oh my god... My greatest arch-nemeses!

Ruby: And Emerald!

Emerald: Oh- C-Come on! You didn't have to say it like that!

Mercury: We already came up with the name and she already replied to the e-mail, so...

Roman: You're outmatched, Little Red! With all five of us fighting together, there's nothing you can do!

Ruby: I like those odds! One butt-kicking coming right up!

BOOF! POINK! THWACK! POW! SLAP!

Ruby: Ugh...

Roman: Told ya.

Ruby: Fuck...

Mercury: Wow, you really went for it, huh?

Ruby: Agh... My ears burn...

Mercury: I mean, no thought, no plan; you just jumped right into it.

Ruby: Alright, you won that round.

Cinder: What did you expect, Ruby Rose? With the combined strength of myself and Mercury, the tenacity of Neopolitan, the cunning of Roman... and Emerald-

Emerald: Again, what the fuck?

Cinder: You simply cannot win.

Ruby: Oh, is that right? Well I didn't hear no bell!

FWOOSH! BANG! SLIKT! SHUCK! THWUMP!

Ruby: Ring ring! Alright, there's the bell... There it is...

Roman: Oof! Tonight's not your night.

Neo: (Holds sign) "I ALMOST FEEL BAD FOR HER"

Cinder: Ruby, maybe you should assess the scene better? There are five of us and only one of you, and you usually struggle with your team to bring only ONE of us down!

Ruby: Fuck you, Emerald!

Emerald: I didn't even say anything!

Ruby: (Thinking) Alright, this is bad. But there's gotta be some way for me to win this... Wait! I got it!.

Ruby: Alright, guys, you got me. But let me ask you this. Who's really in charge he-

RME: Cinder.

Neo: "CINDER"

Cinder: Me.

Ruby: FUCK!

Roman: I mean, face it, kid; she's stronger than all of us combined. It only makes sense that she's in charge.

Cinder: Well, we have her. Now what do you think we should do?

Mercury: Fuck that! Let's kick her ass!

Cinder: And what ass, pray tell, is there left to kick? I mean she's- Oh god, she's trying again.

Ruby: BANZAAAI!

PLEASE! NO! MORE! ONOMATOPOEIA! PLEASE!

Ruby: Koff! Koff! Ogh... I can feel my liver...

Roman: What's this? Her wallet?

Ruby: Oh no! My secrets!

Roman: Ah, don't worry about it, kid. Now that you're here, I don't think any of us care about you getting all lovey with this blond guy here. He looks like just some fucking guy.

Ruby: You mean Jaune Arc, my love interest who lives across the hall from me and has a bee sting allergy?

CRMNE: ...

Ruby: ...Shit.

Mercury: Okay, that's definitely brain damage.

Cinder: I'm.... honestly at a loss for words here. I didn't think we would win, and now that we have, I don't know what to do! What do we do now?

Roman: Let's just take what we came for and go.

Mercury: I wanna shoot her!

Cinder: Okay, that sounds-

Mercury: I wanna shoot her with my foot!

Cinder: ...I mean, I get what you-

Mercury: Because my foot is a gun!

Cinder: No, no, let's focus because we... We didn't come here for anything! We just showed up to kick Ruby Rose's ass and, well, we did it! We kicked her ass!

Roman: Well, what should we do then?

Cinder: I dunno. Does anybody need any crates?

Ruby: Psst! Hey! Hey, Emerald!

Emerald: What?

Ruby: You didn't do dick!

Emerald: Oh, fuck you!

Ruby: No, like, seriously, what do you even do?

Emerald: You know what I fucking do! I do it all the god damn time! Watch!

Emerald: (Turns into Ruby)

"Ruby": Look at me! I'm Ruby Rose! I'm back on my feet to try to beat you guys up, hee hee~!

CRMN: ...

Roman: Well, well, looks like Little Red is... She has... She...

Roman: Fuck the witty retorts. I'm just gonna fucking kill you, idiot.

"Ruby": Uh oh.

GOD! DAMN! IT! END! IT!

Ruby: Oh so that's what that looked like.

[correctrvbquotes]

Scene changes; Caboose is outside with the other Reds.

Caboose: Hi guys. Great to see you—wait. Unless you're here to blow me up. Then... not so great.

Sarge: We’re looking for something we’ve, err... erm, lost.

Caboose: Is it the keys to your base? I do that a lot. But it's really easy to break in because, there are no doors.

Sarge: No, we’re looking for something else. I'm not gonna tell you what it is and give you some kind of advantage.

Caboose: Can you describe it.

Grif: Yeah, it's pink...

Simmons: It's annoying...

Sarge: And it's got kind of a spring in its step.

Caboose: Ohh. You mean Donut.

Sarge: Ah, yes! Where is he?

Caboose: He's in my base. He'll be staying with me for a little while.

Sarge: You've captured him? Diabolical... What are you doing with him!?

Caboose: Don't worry. He's resting. Comfortabubly.

Grif: Ooh, that sounds ominous. Don't back down now, sir.

Sarge: Give him back!

Caboose: See, there's something he needed to tell me. I'll send him home after that.

Sarge: Squeezing him for information, eh?

Simmons: Sarge, I don't think that he's—

Caboose: Hey. No one is squeezing anybody. I was just working with my tools and he—

Sarge: Torture!? You ungodly fiend! He won't give you any info! He'll die before he reveals anything! Hear that, Donut? You'll die before you talk! We all know that, keep up the good work!

Caboose: Actually, he already told me the beginning part.

Sarge: He told you about our secret new vehicle!? Damn it, Donut, you idiot!

Simmons: Sarge!

Caboose: He told me about “this and.”

Sarge: He told you about that and our new hologram chamber!? Donut, put a lid on it!

Simmons: Sarge!! (sighs) I'm gonna go sleep under a tree. Come wake me up when the brain summit is over. (leaves)

Grif: Are you kidding? I hope this lasts forever. Psst, hey Sarge. Maybe there's a ransom.

Sarge: Good thinking. What is it you want, Blue?

Caboose: What do I want? ...Do you have any cookies?

Sarge: What are your demands? You have to give us your demands.

Caboose: I demand cookies!

Sarge: Now you're just toying with us! Your depravity knows no bounds!

Grif: Yeah!

Caboose: Well, at least I don't go around... knocking on people's non-doors... and promising them cookies... (heads inside) and then NOT. GIVING. THEM. COOKIES! (pops back out after a moment) I’M! LEAVING! (returns inside)

[punsmaster69]

13/OCT/20XX

"SANS!"

"...SANS?"

"DON'T TELL ME YOU WENT BACK TO SLEEP?!"

"ok. i won't tell you."

papyrus stormed into my room and ripped my sheets off.

"YOU SAID YOU WOULD GO! GET YOUR LAZYBONES OUT OF BED ALREADY!!"

"ok."

he remained in the center of my room, arms crossed.

"..guess i'm not getting outta this one?"

"NOPE!"

dragging myself away from the comfort of my bed, i donned my usual and prepared myself for questioning.

it's friday the thirteenth, and everyone wants to go to the movies. papyrus asked the group chat who would come with him yesterday night.

tori said she was busy, which means alphys and undyne can poke all the questions they want at me without worrying about her hearing.

bet it's gonna be a super.

reaalll fun day.

"ARE YOU OKAY, SANS?"

"huh- yeah? i'm good."

"IT'S JUST.. YOU'VE BEEN STIRRING YOUR CEREAL AROUND FOR THREE AND A HALF MINUTES."

"what, don't you know?"

"that's the perfect time to stir for ideal room-temperature-ness."

"WHAT?"

"I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE MINUTE AND TWENTY SECONDS?"

"that's for soup."

"OH."

"....WAIT."

"YOU'RE JUST STALLING!!"

"FINISH YOUR SOGGY CEREAL ALREADY SO WE DON'T MISS THE MOVIE!!"

——

"SMELLS LIKE..."

"sugar and grease."

"NO MATTER! WE'RE HERE FOR THE SIGHT, NOT THE SCENT!"

"So.. no popcorn for you, Papyrus?"

"get a small."

undyne looked at me, then back at papyrus, and shrugged.

"If he doesn't finish it, I will."

alphys handed me a bottle of soda.

"thanks alphys."

"Papyrus, which soda do you want?"

"I WON'T BE PARTAKING IN YOUR JUNK FOOD ENDEAVORS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH."

"I-I think they have the one you like?"

"....THEN. A SMALL ROOT BEER, PLEASE."

she ran back up to the front with undyne, while me and papyrus went to go find good seats.

——

"Psst!"

undyne nudged me with her elbow.

welp.

she got about thirty minutes in before asking me something.

"You and Tori, huh??"

"nope."

"It's SUPER obvious!!"

"that you all jump to conclusions too fast? i agree. it's super obvious."

"Alphys already told me everything. You can't deny ANYTHING now, so SPILL!"

i started to tilt my soda bottle over. undyne took it from me.

"Not like that, nerd! About you and Toriel!"

"ok. fine."

"me and her..."

"like to talk to each other."

"and sometimes..."

"we even hang out."

".............."

pasting a polite smile on her face and speaking loud enough for the other two to hear, undyne asked,

"Hey, Sans. Won't you come with me to refill our popcorn?"

"....."

"sort of a.. one person job, right?-"

she grabbed my arm and forcefully yanked me out of my seat.

continuing to drag me until we reached the lobby, undyne picked me up by my jacket hood.

"ARE. YOU. INTO. TORIEL?"

"define 'into'."

"Do you like her?"

"i like all my friends."

"𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗡 𝗜𝗧, Sans!"

"WHY WON'T YOU EVER TELL ANYONE ANYTHING??"

"You're ALWAYS making excuses and deflecting questions like you're covering up some huge secret!"

"You can't even tell me THIS?!"

"....."

she sighed and set me down.

"You're just- so 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 for seemingly NO reason all the time. What the hell is up with you?!"

"...."

"there's some things i can't tell anyone. i made a promise."

"but, as for the tori stuff.."

"i... i guess."

"You 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨??"

"i don't know. doesn't matter, anyway. we're friends, and i like that."

"i'd rather be just friends forever over losing her friendship."

"......."

god

why does everything make my skull hurt?

page-

page over.

nothing else happened.

i'm going to bed.

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

How would you have written the story if Jesse wasn't in Love with Cole? Would they just be good friends? Would Cole still have a crush on Zane? Would have have shipped Cole with someone else or even Jesse with someone else? Would Jesse still have his character arc and be so close to the group? Would the others have other opinions on him?

idk this got long cuz my brain rot started showing:

How would you have written the story if Jesse wasn't in Love with Cole? Would they just be good friends? -

Legacy!Jesse, Royal!Jesse, Mermaid!Jesse, Cracked!Jesse: There is no universe in which I wouldn't love him!!!!!

DR!Jesse: Except the one in which the universe tries to force me not to (and fails)

Honestly though, I dunno how it would've gone! Technically, nothing major would change if Jesse was taken out—he's more of a situation enhancer than a situation changer (with some exceptions). The Crush Thing was the whole reason Jesse became, well, Jesse in the first place, as the Fuchsia Ninja was just going to be a joke character until the end of S2 otherwise, which would've meant no big surprise-element lore, no EM!Mystake, certainly no Miranda, far less focus on the student Council kids (meaning Antonia and Harumi wouldn't have gotten nearly as much spotlight), and we wouldn't have gotten the majority of the Elemental Compass info until season 3 when it was truly relevant.........

Half of the initial problem with wanting to incorporate more of the Fuchsia Ninja (for more movie!DNA in the story) is that I couldn't come up with a reason as to why this guy would even care what the 'actual' ninja were doing (as again, this was also prior to the completion of the Compass + making Surprise a full-on Element + the whole 'it's all gotta be a secret' thing). At one point he was going to be Lil Nelson's babysitter, but then that still didn't provide ample opportunity to, like, get him involved in anything.

And I (in a rare moment of weakness) don't even know how I'd depict a fully platonic Jesse and Cole lmaoooooooo it feels WRONG��

Cole, in art class: Psst, hey you, pink guy.

Jesse: ...yeah?

Cole: Can I borrow a pencil?

Jesse: Oh, yeah, sure. Here you go.

Cole: Cool, thanks. *puts on headphones and keeps drawing, never speaks to Jesse again*

Jesse: *thinking* ...I don't think I'm getting that pencil back. Oh well.

Cole: *thinking* What was that guy's name again? Jackson? Oh well.

...okay I could probably do better than that but I also can't conjure up a scenario that wouldn't inevitably end up in an 'oh' moment HELP

Would Cole still have a crush on Zane? - lol yes I wouldn't let go of my early!seasons Glacier love, you can pry Cole having a hopeless crush on Zane until mid-S3 (or early!S4) from my cold dead hands. But, Pixane would still be for the win.

Would you have shipped Cole with someone else or even Jesse with someone else? - Cole? Doubtful, especially now that DR is in the picture. Jesse? ...maybe? Aside from a brief thing with Skylor there's not really anyone else Jesse would have that sort of chemistry with—maybe post-S6 Sunni (which would piss Samantha off soooo bad lmfao), maybe a magician's assistant he gets down the line (who totally isn't a cute girl named Rory), maybe he just waits until adulthood to find a boyfriend or he just never gets bitten by the romance bug in the first place and resigns himself to not wanting and/or needing that kind of relationship and then we never get Cam

Would Jesse still have his character arc and be so close to the group?- The Character arc, yeah, definitely, since I kind of significantly need him for S4 now, but it all would've been squashed into S3-S4 rather than..."gently" paced out since S1. I doooon't think he would've been as close with the group though, and probably would've been like most of the other Derivatives and just tried to keep his nose down in the wake of all the chaos with The Order and whatnot (because if he's not nearly as involved in all the Elemental drama then there's no reason for Miranda's character to be a thing either, and that's even more personal motivation hacked away from him–)

Would the others have other opinions on him?-

Lloyd: He's interesting, wish I had more time to get to know him better. I never had time to ask though ;w;

Nya: He's a very hard worker in the student council! Dunno a thing of what he's like outside of school—He could be a killer for all we know.

Zane: I do not like his unpredictability. It unsettles me. How does he keep popping up without being detected?!

Jay: ...wait, who?

Kai: Nah, fuck that guy

Lloyd: ...Kai that's your opinion now-

Kai: Yeah but in this theoretical scenario I'd actually mean it

Jesse: I'm not even safe in an alternate reality e-e

Miranda: Imagine not falling in love with a boy leading to the existence of your own sister being deemed unnecessary. I'M the one truly suffering!

Cole: ...Wait what was that about falling in love with a boy–?

Jesse: NOTHING

Miranda: ...and with that attitude we might as well be in that non-romantic reality now

Jesse: AUGHHHH