#Have a slumber party in my basement with me??

[livingdeadgirl3]

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[pabtsblueliving]

Dirty Laundry

Wasn't a request, but thought of this tonight! This is my first fic so please bear with me!

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

Description: Daryl and Fem!Reader have been secretly hooking up for a few weeks now. After a late-night rendezvous after a party Deanna throws, you two end up getting caught by a familiar face on all days, Laundry Day.

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    Daryl had rolled over in bed to see your nude figure lying flat on the bed on your stomach, arms tucked under the pillow, hair awry, face titled and facing him. Your eyes were still shut, as he grazed his hand over your shoulder. He felt the warmth that gathered under the covers over the night as the sun shined slightly through the window in his basement room.

   It was early in the morning, 6 am. He had planned on going on a solo hunt to get out before anyone was awake to join him. As he pulled his hand away and began to undo himself from the tangle of sheets that had billowed after your late night activities, he heard a low whine come from the warm figure beside him.

    You haven't even opened your eyes, only burrowed further into the pillows. You spoke while yawning, “Where you goin’ D?” you asked. He gave a gentle smirk to your sleepy demeanor and rubbed your hair out of your face. He kissed your cheek as he arose from the bed, “Goin’’ ou’ on a hunt, remember? Tol’ you last night.” He searched for his jeans. “You said lots of things last night” You spoke, implying to the behind-closed-doors activities you two got into when you managed to sneak away from everyone else. He gave you a look and scoffed lightheartedly as you peeked one eye open.

     You propped yourself up on your elbows, your nude back being revealed as you covered your chest with the sheet. “Want me to go?” You said shyly as he began to button up his shirt. He saunters over, you grow nervous, expecting him to say something you didn't wanna hear. He propped your chin up with his knuckle and planted a gentle kiss on your lips and cheek. “Sleep in. Stay as long as you wan’, just make sure you go out this door and not the front, don’ want anyone seein’ you leave and ruinin’ our peace.” You looked up at him and then lowered yourself into the mess of sheets, sleep not far. “See you later then?” You smiled, and he gave you a smirk and nodded.

       A few hours pass, its 9 am. Daryl is well into his hunt, and youre still enjoying the sweet slumber of a sunday morning. Carol is upstairs, already been up for an hour as she began her daily chores and responsibilities. “Laundry day.” she thought, and gathered her dirty clothes and a laundry basket. Before she walks out the door of the shared home, she thinks of just going into Daryl’s basement space and taking some of his laundry. She has an idea that it won't get done so she might as well gather the dirt caked clothes and get them fresh. She knocks on the door, not knowing Daryl was long gone, unsuspecting of the guest downstairs. “Daryl? Laundry. It's Sunday, let me take your clothes for you!” She yells behind the door. She listens for footsteps, nothing. She decides he's still sleeping and opens the door, and begins the descent.

       She turns the corner and sees a familiar face and hair in the sheets of Daryl’s bed. She gasps and turns around, flattening against the wall as if you were awake and could see her. She looked again to make sure she was not mistaken. Nope, it was 100% you. She tiptoed off the wall and got a closer look. “Oh my gosh everyone is going to die!” She thought to herself, lightly covering her lips with the tips of her fingers. She shook her head and quietly grabbed Daryl's dirty clothes off the floor and quickly made her way back upstairs, still in shock.

       Daryl returns from the hunt around noon. You had already been up, out of his room, and back at your porch drying out herbs before he returned. Carol stood on her porch looking at you. “How could she not say anything to me about him, she tells me everything.” She thought as her eyebrows furrowed. Daryl had parked the bike and walked up the stairs to an unsuspecting Carol. “Your face is gon’ get stuck in a scowl if you keep yer’ face like tha’ any longer.” Daryl gruffed, he squinted to see what she was looking at. “You're too talk…” Carol mumbled. “So what’s up why you got’ the face’?” Daryl asked. “Uhm…” Carol put on her best smile “I took your laundry from your room this morning, and uh, washed it” Her smile got more mischievous, trying to let Daryl know what she saw.

         He froze slightly, looked at you across the street, grimaced, and started to walk into the house. “You’re being weird today.” He grumbled. He placed the rabbits he caught, a crossbow, and a bag on the counter. He walked off and made his way across the street, Carol decided to prop next to the window to look on. Daryl sauntered over to you as you completed hanging herbs to dry on your porch railings.

         He comes and leans on the banister on his elbows looking at you. “Hi.” He said, “Hi” you smiled. He sniffed and squinted. “Carol knows,” he said. “What are you talking about?” You panicked. “She told me she did my laundry this morning.” He emphasized. “I slept in, she totally saw me.” You sighed and groaned. Daryl turned his head over his shoulder to his shared home, Carol fluttered her fingers hello to the both of you. “Oh yeah she knows.” You chuckled. Daryl waved back and gave you an awkward smile, you said “Is this ok?” You said, nervous for a possible rejection of some sorts. He bit his lip, smirked and looked at you. ‘Yeah, this is good.”

[garden-0f-ed3n]

lalalala i am so normal .. i am so normal … we’re gonna have so much fun together , ill kidnap you and put you in my basement and make sure you never leave me make you some awesome freakin chocolate chip cookies and we can have a slumber party!! i will put you to bed, and tie you up so you can never look at anyone else, you naughty boy, you really thought that you could get away? give you a kiss on the forehead ha ha..!!! we will be together forever.. and you will never leave me because ill never let you!!

[cod-dump]

This might be a dumb question, but how would the 141 and LV boys, especially Soap and Gaz, would act if they had a sleepover/slumber party?

Sleepover

Featuring: AleRudy, PriceNik, and some SoapGhost

(POV switches between Soap and Ghost)

___

Soap used to have sleepovers all the time when he was younger, but those happened a long time ago. Gaz also had a lot of sleepovers, but after a falling out with a friend, those stopped when he was fourteen. Somehow the two started talking about their childhoods and sleepovers came up.

"We all would hole up in the basement and watch scary movies that we snuck in."

Gaz snorts, "My friend had a clubhouse in the garden we would all stay in. Felt like we were in the wilderness, surviving off crisps and fizzy drinks."

Soap laughs, "I miss those days... laying on the floor, trying to be quiet so we could stay up past our bed time."

"Ah, good times."

They stared at the TV in front of them, quiet. Gaz found himself unable to focus on what was happening on the screen. Soap eventually pauses the TV, turning to Gaz.

"I want to have a sleepover."

Gaz blinks, "A sleepover? Suds, we're grown men in the military. We have 'sleepovers' in tents or holed up in a motel room, waiting for our target to go to sleep."

"C'mon, Kyle! Don't you want to relive your childhood?"

"Which part?"

Soap glares at Gaz who looks away, "Johnny, when would we even have time for that? And would it even be a sleepover if it's just the two of us?"

"What you're saying is: If I get more people to agree to a sleepover you'll join?"

Gaz stares before sighing with a roll of his eyes, "Yes, Johnny. If you get some other people to join us, I'll have a sleepover with you."

Soap grins and jumps up, "Prepare to stay up eating junk food and watching shitty movies!"

He runs out, Gaz calling after him, "Only if we have time, Suds!"

_

Soap made it his mission to get some people to join their sleepover. He, of course, went to Ghost first. Soap didn't bother to knock, just barged into his lieutenant's office. Ghost greeted him with a deadly glare but otherwise didn't say anything about Soap's intrusion.

"Hey, LT. How do you feel about sleepovers?"

Ghost looks at Soap carefully as if he's trying to uncover his deepest, darkest secrets.

"How do I feel about sleepovers?"

"Yes, sir."

"They're for kids."

Soap pouts and drags a chair from the corner around and moves it next to Ghost before sitting in it. Soap leans closer to Ghost, grinning.

"C'mon, big guy. Got any good sleepover stories?"

Ghost glares at Soap before going back to the report in front of him. Soap sits there silently for a couple minutes, waiting for Ghost to say something. Soap huffs after Ghost calmly puts the report to the side, only to grab another one.

"Keeping up the air of mystery, huh? Fine, I'll leave ya alone. Go mess with Price. Bet he has some good stories he's not afraid to share."

Soap gets up and leaves, not noticing Ghost's shoulder slump with a sigh as he walks out the door.

_

Soap was surprised to run into Roach when he did. Roach in and out of the base all the time and it was hard to tell when he was there. So imagine Soap's shock/delight when he sees the guy walking down the hall.

"Hey, Roach!"

Roach looks up and laughs, "Hey, Soap!"

Soap runs over and grabs Roach, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back!?"

"Well, I only got in a couple hours ago and just got out of a debriefing."

Soap wraps his arm around Roach's shoulders and starts to lead him down the hall, "You need to tell me everything that happened on your trip."

Roach eyes him suspiciously, "You want to here about my mission... that was a stakeout?"

"Yep!"

"Johnny... Weren't you the one who told me stakeouts were the most boring kind of jobs in existence and that you would rather be stuck in a room with a hungry bear than be on one or talk about one?"

"What? I would never say that!"

Roach glares and Soap looks away.

"Okay... maybe I did say that. But! I still want to hear about how everything went."

Roach laughs, "It was so damn boring. I'd rather not relive it."

"Then let's talk about something else. What was the craziest sleepover you ever had?"

Roach blinks, "Sleepover?"

Soap hums, "Yep! Sleepover."

"... I have a couple crazy stories."

"Then let's go talk about the past... and the future."

Roach grins, "Alright, let's talk."

It didn't take much convincing to get Roach on board. But Soap wasn't going to stop after getting one person to agree to have a sleep over with him and Gaz. Oh no, he had a whole slew of people in mind.

_

Gaz was eating a sandwich when Soap barged into the kitchen. Gaz flinched when Soap slams his hand onto the counter next to him, the man having a wide grin on his face.

"Guess what!"

Gaz slowly chews before swallowing, "What?"

"I got four people to agree to a sleepover!"

"What!?"

"Five if Price comes back from his mission on time."

"How did you manage that? And who all did you talk to?"

"Well, I talked to Ghost but he was his usual moody, edgy self so he didn't even want to talk about his sleepover experiences. But I did get Roach and Nik on board. Also called Alejandro and Rudy to ask them if they felt like taking a break!"

Gaz blinks, putting his sandwich down, "Damn, you've been busy!"

"Yep!"

"I guess we're having a sleepover."

Soap grins widely, "YEP! Prepare for junk food, shitty movies, ghost stories, and whatever sleepover cliche we'll indulge on!"

Gaz snorts, "Alright. Let's get planning."

_

Ghost often kept himself out of the loop. Kept himself distanced from everyone and did things on his own. He felt left out on some things but he always reminded himself there's a reason why he was left out. Ghost stuck to work and hiding away when he wasn't knee deep in bodies or paperwork. He of course longed for connection, but he couldn't bear getting too close to someone only to lose them. So he remained a loner. Though Ghost was tired of watching everyone else have their fun, goofing off. Hell, even Price joins in sometimes.

He knows he was doing it to himself, he had no one to blame for his misery and loneliness but him.

So, here he was. Watching Soap, Gaz, and Roach run past his office with different things. Pillows, blankets, what should be an illegal amount of candy and other kinds of junk food and drinks. He tried to ignore them, but then Gaz and Soap marched past with the biggest TV that Ghost had ever seen on the base, Roach following closely behind with what looked like gaming consoles. He found himself unable to focus on his work, so Ghost got up and followed Roach when he darted past again with a box.

He followed the man into a older part of the base and into what was once a meeting room. But when Ghost looked inside he saw that the three sergeants had set everything up into some kind of hangout space. They had moved a desk into the corner and put the big ass TV on it, hooking up all kinds of consoles and devices to it. There was a fucking mini fridge in the corner that Gaz was stocking full of drinks. Ghost stepped around the corner and into the room.

"What the fuck is all this?"

Soap yelps in surprise, throwing a remote across the room. The remote nails Gaz in the back, the man crying out in pain. Roach was frozen, kneeling over the pile of pillows and blankets that he was arranging. Ghost crosses his arms, making eye contact with Roach.

"I asked you three a question."

Soap stepped away from the TV, "Well, LT, this is where we're going to be having a sleepover."

"Sleepover? You three are aware that you're grown ass men, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"You three have more important matters to be handling. Not holing up in a room eating D grade crisps!"

Gaz looks at the bag of crisps he was holding, "I knew I shouldn't have gotten the off-brand..."

Ghost growls, "Clean this shit up, now."

"Whoa, what's going on in here?"

Ghost turns to see Nik. He didn't even stop to think about why Nik was on base or when he had gotten here, he just waved around at the room.

"These three tore this place up so they can have a fucking sleepover!"

Nik blinks and looks around, "You boys work fast. Looks like we'll be able to get this show on the road a lot sooner than expected.""

Ghost processes what Nik said for and moment, "What?"

"Did they not invite you?"

"Invite- You're in on this bullshit?"

"Sleepover, Lieutenant. Not 'bullshit'."

Ghost stares at Nik in shock, the man walking around him and going further into the room. He looks around and grins.

"I'll be bringing snacks and drinks of my own."

Soap jumps over a box of games and movies and bounds over to Nik, "Bring that, what was it?"

"No, no hand made treats. Just store bought."

Soap frowns cartoonishly and Nik laughs. Ghost throws his hands up, wondering what the hell was going on.

"You're adults! Adults don't have sleepovers!"

"Only lame ones," Roach said without thinking.

Gaz and Soap laugh as Ghost's eye twitches. Roach crawls quickly behind Nik, who was grinning.

"Lieutenant, relax. Join us for some fun."

Ghost doesn't reply, just storms off.

_

Ghost took note of Alejandro and Rudy showing up on base three days after finding the sergeants setting up the old meeting room for a sleepover. He expected them to be there for business but was surprised that they actually came for the fucking sleepover. They brought their own snacks and drinks along with games and movies. This made Ghost wonder what the hell they were planning to do considering they had what looked like days worth of drinks and snacks.

He chose to ignore them and just continue working. But he found himself running out of things to do. He saw the last of Roach hours ago, telling him their stupid sleepover had begun. Ghost wasn't sure why it was pissing him off so much that they were having fun. He kept telling himself how childish it was and how they had better things to do other than goof off. Ghost decided to tell Price about it.

"Sleepover, huh?"

"They even wrangled Nik and Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra into it."

He heard Price hum over the phone. Ghost was expecting him to react more, but instead he responded with a amused tone.

"Did they not invite you to join?"

Ghost wanted to scream.

"Simon, there's nothing wrong with a little play after all the hard work they've been doing. You could use a little play yourself."

Ghost scoffs loudly, "I'm not a child!"

"Simon. It won't kill you to lay around and watch some poorly made movies."

Ghost was surprised to hear Laswell in the background.

"I'm sure if you go apologize-"

"I'm not interested in some childish past time!"

It was childish. He was a grown man and sleepovers were for kids. He never had them as a kid and he definitely didn't need them now. The silence crept on and Ghost felt guilt for snapping like that.

"I didn't mean to yell like that..."

"We know," said Price, ever patient, "We'll see you soon. Should be landing in a few hours."

"Understood, sir."

"And Simon? No more work, alright?"

"... No promises, sir."

_

Ghost never noticed how quiet the base was with Gaz or Soap running around causing trouble. It felt... empty. But he told himself he wouldn't let it bother him. So Ghost decided to go to bed early and read some books he's been meaning to get to. Ghost made his way down the hall, stopping when he felt the urge to go see what chaos Soap and Gaz had created in the old meeting room. The room had already looked like a disaster earlier, he wonders what it looks like now.

Fuck that.

Ghost went to his room.

_

Alejandro had put on a Spanish soap opera when Soap wasn't looking. Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, and Roach had gotten pretty invested into it while Soap was setting up some games. He finally noticed that what was playing on the TV wasn't in English.

"I thought we were going to watch something scary?"

Rudy, who was snuggled against Alejandro, mutters out, "The atrocious actors they decided to go with is pretty scary."

Soap rolls his eyes but crawls over. He decides to lay in between Gaz and Roach, forcing the two to move.

"Fucking hell, Soap!"

"I just had gotten comfortable!"

Soap just grins and watches the TV. There's was subtitles on for Gaz, Roach, and Nik. Soap wanted to brag that his Spanish has gotten pretty good since he became friends with Alejandro and Rudy. Well, better than Ghost's, at least. That thought immediately brought up Ghost, naturally. Where was he at the moment? Is he still working?

Something happens on screen that makes everyone gasp in shock.

Soap sighs, having missed the scene, before getting up from his spot, disturbing Gaz and Roach again as he does.

"DAMN IT SOAP!"

"ARE YOU WAITING FOR ME TO GET COMFORTABLE!?"

Soap laughs, going over to the snacks and drinks to get him something. He pokes around, realizing there was something missing.

"Did anyone grab the popcorn?"

"Is it not there?"

"The microwave is. The butter salt is. But, no popcorn."

Gaz slaps Roach's shoulder, "You remembered to grab the fucking butter salt but not the popcorn?"

"I thought you were getting it when you got the microwave!"

"How the fuck would I get the damn popcorn if my arms were full carrying the microwave!?"

Gaz and Roach start to argue, Nik becoming more invested in their bickering than the show, and earning a murderous glare from Rudy. If Soap has learned anything from his time being around Rudy: Don't fuck with his cheaply made soap operas.

"Guys! Relax, I'll go get the popcorn."

"You're our savior, Suds!"

Soap rolls his eyes, leaving the room to go get the popcorn. He hums as he makes his way down the hall to the kitchen. If he remembers correctly, Price should be here soon. He said he managed to nab Laswell so she could join them.

I hope she brought cookies. She makes the best cookies.

Soap walks into the kitchen, stopping when he sees Ghost there sipping some tea while waiting for something in the oven.

"Oh, hey LT."

"Did one of you shits take the microwave?"

Soap bites his lip, looking behind him to make sure he had a clear escape before turning back to Ghost.

"Yes?"

Ghost sighs, "Fucking figures. Had to warm up the leftover pot pie in the oven."

"Isn't it better in the oven?"

"Better but it takes longer."

"Ah, right."

Soap looks at the counters. He kneels to look in the lower cabinets but when he doesn't find the box of popcorn, he stands and looks in the top cabinets. After opening a couple, he finds the box of popcorn... On the top shelf, out of his reach.

"Of course."

"Problem, Sergeant?"

Soap could hear the smugness in Ghost's voice, "Did you put the popcorn up there?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I found it sitting on the counter, where it doesn't belong. So I put it in the cabinet, where it belongs."

"Ugh- Why on the top shelf?"

"I think you know why."

Soap groans loudly, "Can you please get it?"

Ghost takes a long, loud sip of tea. He hums in satisfaction, smacking his lips before he looks at Soap.

"No."

Soap scoffs, ''Why not!? You're the one who put it up there!"

"Not my fault you're short."

"You would've gotten it for Roach if he asked!"

"That's because Roach is tiny. You're bigger than him. You can get it."

Soap glares at Ghost before groaning, turning to the cabinet. He stares up at the popcorn before reaching up. When he couldn't reach it, he puts a hand on the counter and tries to give himself a lift so he could reach the popcorn. He could feel the box against his fingertips and that gave him hope! But then he accidentally pushed the box further back into the cabinet.

"FUCK!"

Ghost snickers and Soap turns and glares at him, "Oh, tough luck."

Soap takes a breath in, turning back to the cabinet. He didn't want to climb on the counter, but it looks like he has no choice. Soap lifts himself on the counter, standing on his knees and grabbing the popcorn.

"Finally!"

Soap leaned back to close the cabinet. A mistake on his part. He felt himself lose balance and start to fall back, panic racing through him as he tries to find something to grab onto to prevent himself from falling. But, in his panicked state, Soap grabs the cabinet door. It swings open and does nothing to stop Soap from falling. Soap was sure he was dead or going to get a concussion or brain damage from bashing his head on the counter behind him, but that did not happen.

Soap feels strong arms grab him and stop his fall, Soap instinctively grabbing onto the body the arms were attached to. Soap wheezes, blinking as he registers that someone caught him. He let's out a shaky breath, looking over and meeting his lieutenant's eyes.

"You alright, Johnny?"

Soap just dumbly nods, "Uh huh..."

Ghost sets Soap down, the man taking a moment to remember how to stand on his own. Ghost kept a firm hold on him, making sure he wasn't going to fall, before he eases away. Soap blinks, realizing he didn't have the box of popcorn. He looks around for it, turning to see Ghost picking it up and handing it to him.

"Maybe I should've put it on a lower shelf..."

Soap laughs, taking the box, "Maybe."

Soap notices a broken cup on the floor with spilled tea around it. Ghost dropped it so he could get to Soap in time before he got hurt. Ghost kneels to the floor, picking up pieces of the broken cup carefully. Soap could've just left, but he decided to go over and help Ghost clean up the mess.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to your sleepover?"

"Eh, they were watching some low rated soap opera Alejandro and Rudy brought. Not too interested in going back and watching it," Ghost snickers, Soap looking up at Ghost in confusion, "Something funny?"

"I know the real story behind your callsign."

Soap narrows his eyes, "What is that?"

"They started calling you soap because you're dramatic like a soap opera."

Soap just sighs loudly, Ghost laughing. They finish up cleaning the mess when Soap realizes he smells something burning. Ghost notices, too, stopping to sniff the air before his eyes widened in horror.

"FUCKIN' HELL-"

He stands quickly, running over to the oven and opening it. A wave of smoke bellowed out when he opened the door, and inside was a burnt piece of pot pie.

"Shit- There goes my dinner..."

Soap winces at the sight of the burnt mess. Ghost pulls out the pot pie, defeated, before jumping it all in the sink due to it being to hot to immediately put in the garbage.

"Hey, Si?"

Ghost hums, continuing to stare at his ruined meal.

"We have plenty of food at our sleepover..."

Ghost looks up, turning to look at Soap, "Seriously?"

"Oh, come on. Childish or not, you should come. All your friends are there, we have a fuck ton of food and drinks, and you can even choose what movie we watch first."

Ghost doesn't say anything so Soap continues talking.

"I don't know what kind of things you got up to when you were a kid, but this is something we all did and had fun doing. If you're not having fun in an hour, you can leave. No one will try to force you to stay."

Ghost remains quiet, making Soap fidget in place.

"Well? What do you say?"

Ghost avoids Soap's pleading gaze but he could still feel the intensity behind it. Finally, his stomach growls and he groans along with it.

"Fine. But don't be surprised if I grab some food and just leave."

Soap grins, victorious, "Of course, LT."

_

Ghost followed Soap back to the old meeting room, watching the man practically skip the entire way. Ghost felt nervous as he got closer. He was pretty aggressive about thinking the sleepover was a childish idea, and here he was about to join them.

They stepped into the room and Gaz and Roach immediately looked over and stared. Ghost glared at them and they looked away, pretending that they were watching the soap opera. Alejandro and Rudy notice Ghost next.

"Ghost! Joining us, hermano?"

Nik pats the spot next to him, "You should come sit next to me! Good view of TV and the sergeants. Both are equally entertaining."

Ghost felt uncomfortable with all the attention on him. Thankfully, Soap holds up the box of popcorn like it was a trophy and yells.

"WHO WANTS POPCORN!?"

Gaz and Roach jump up, "ME!"

Soap runs over to the stolen microwave, Ghost thankful when the two sergeants join him and Alejandro and Rudy turn their attention back to the TV. Nik, though, still had his attention on Ghost. Ghost tries to ignore him and just goes over to the pile of snacks hoarded on the table next to the mini fridge.

Where the fuck did they get a mini fridge?

It wasn't knew looking, which meant they either bought a pre-owned mini fridge or there was one on base somewhere. Ghost opens the fridge and finds it packed full of drinks. Fizzy drinks, juices, energy drinks, cold teas-

They prepared for everything.

Ghost sighs and grabs a fizzy drink. He wasn't one for drinking soft drinks but he felt like having one tonight. Ghost cracked the cold can open, pulling his mask down under his chin, and took a sip. He could see Soap walking over to him with a bowl of popcorn. Damn, it smelled good.

"Hey, Si! Want some?"

Ghost looks at the popcorn, the smell making his mouth water. Ghost answers by grabbing a handful and popping a couple in his mouth. He ignores Soap more than delighted grin and just shoves the pieces of popcorn into his mouth. Someone walks into the room, Ghost turning to see Price and Laswell, both carrying boxes.

"I hope we're not too late!"

"Nah, we're just getting started!"

Ghost looks away when Price looks over at him, deciding that the array of snacks were very interesting. Ghost tenses when he and Laswell walk over, setting their boxes down and pulling out containers. Ghost blinks at the cheese straws, sliders, two boxes of homemade cookies, meatballs-

"Stop drooling and make yourself a plate."

Ghost blinks, Laswell smirking at him.

"Had to make sure my boys were fed and not eating bags of chips and whatever other cheap, store bought snacks you grabbed."

Roach suddenly pops up, hugging Laswell tightly. Nik also suddenly appears by the tables, but he wraps an arm around Price's shoulders and kisses him dramatically on the cheek.

Laswell glares at Nik, "Oh, he gets a kiss?"

"He's the one who convinced you to come, so, yes."

Laswell scoffs with a hint of a laugh behind it.

"Don't worry, Kate! I'll give you a kiss for your hard work," said Roach before he pulled his mask down and kissed Laswell's cheek, earning a laugh.

Ghost steps up to the display of party snacks Laswell provided, grabbing a thin paper plate and piling some of the food on it before going to a corner to sit and eat.

_

Soap grabbed some cheese straws to accompany his popcorn before he went to go sit back with Gaz and Roach, who had a concerning amount of cookies.

"Did you take all the cookies?"

Roach slowly looks at Soap, grabbing the plate of cookies and moving them on the other side of him, out of reach.

"No."

Soap glares, "Kate brought those for all of us, not just you."

"I'm her favorite, so I get them."

Gaz gasps and Soap silently puts his plate of food down, approaching Roach.

"Take that back."

"I would... IF IT WASN'T THE TRUTH!"

Gaz was the one to lunge at Roach, the two rolling across the floor. Soap wanted to join but the glare the other two were receiving from Rudy made him decide against it. When it became clear they weren't going to quiet down, Rudy turns off the soap opera and stands. Alejandro tried to grab his husband but he was too slow, Rudy was already standing over the wresting Gaz and Roach.

"IF YOU BITE ME-"

"YOU'RE FUCKING HEAVY!"

They freeze when they notice Rudy glaring down at them. Everyone was quiet, waiting to see what would happen. Surely Rudy was going to kill the two ignorant men for disturbing his soap opera, it was the only suitable punishment for their unforgivable crime.

Gaz immediately turned to flirting to save himself, "Hey, Rudy. Looking absolutely gorgeous tonight!"

Alejandro sits up quickly with a hateful glare, Gaz tensing when he realized he just made things worse for himself. Roach attempts to army crawl away, but Gaz grabs his legs and pulls him back over.

"We're in this together, friend."

Soap backs up, turning to look for Ghost. He was happy to find him still in the room, eating in the corner. Soap grabs his food and walks over to join him. Ghost was nibbling on a cheese straw, watching the chaos unfold in front of him. Soap sits next to him, just in time to see Roach get pinned by Rudy and Alejandro tackling Gaz when he tried to run.

"Glad you came?"

Ghost rolls his eyes, unable to hide to amusement as Gaz begs Alejandro for mercy while Roach chooses to just scream. Laswell, Price, and Nik just watch not even slightly concerned for the sergeants.

Ghost huffs out a laugh, "Yea..."

Soap scoots closer to Ghost, their arms flushed together. Ghost reaches over to grab some of Soap's popcorn, Soap moving the bowl closer to him.

"So, what movie are we watching?"

Ghost hums while thinking, chewing a mouth full of popcorn.

"How about Die Hard?"

Soap grins, "Sounds good to me."

[asterkiss]

3 for the confessions prompt

BASEMENT DWELLERS

Mabel Pines should have been enjoying a college beach party that evening filled with rowdy students, music, and perhaps a little underage drinking.

Instead, she found herself currently handcuffed to a pipe in a felon’s basement. But hey, as least she wasn’t alone, renowned asshole Bill Cipher was also locked down here with us!

Her parents would surely notice she was missing come morning and raise the alarm. But until then… she was stuck here. She had been trying to wiggle her hand out of the handcuff for the past twenty minutes, but all it had succeeded in doing was making her wrist red and achey.

‘This is your fault.’

She paused at that. Mabel raised her head, eyes falling on her classmate chained to the radiator on the other side of the room. She was surprised he was talking, he'd been sulking ever since she awoke ten minutes ago and hadn't said much. 'What?'

Bill stared up at the cieling, arms crossed over his waist as he casually sat on the floor beside his own pipe chained to his hand. ‘Ya heard me.’

Mabel raised an eyebrow. ‘How the heck is this my fault? You’re the one who was getting all chummy with a criminal!’  

‘Exactly. I had a plan and it was going just fine,’ Bill said sharply, sounding annoyed. ‘Then you had to stick your nose in and ruin everything.’

Mabel puffed out her cheeks in agitiation as she glared his way. First, he refused to look for a way out, then he refused to talk to her, and now he was being an ass!

‘Well gee, sorry for trying to care about you! I’ll just follow my brothers advice and stop talking to you then!!' She swung her head back down with a huff and returned her attention to the handcuff. In doing so, she missed the way Bill looked in her direction, expression tightening with an unreadable expression and hands clenching as the cavalier attitude slipped.

The metal edges of the cuff bit into the skin of her hand as she attempted to force it. She needed something to keep her mind focused on, otherwise she was going to start panicking.

She hadn't meant to care about Bill Cipher.

In the beginning, they'd been forced to pair up for a group project in school. The guy was definitely an ass and had clashed with her and Dipper several times over the years.

But here she was, four months later, caring about the guys wellbeing so much that she made the impulsive and unwise decision to follow an ex-con to his house in what she thought was a very undetected and sneaky manner.

(Apparently it wasn't either).

One cholorform attack later and here she was.

'Quit it.'

Broken out of her thoughts, Mabel glanced aside to find Bill watching her with a frown. 'What?'

'You're bleeding. Quit messing with it.'

She was? Mabel look back down to find she had indeed cut the skin on her hand. But before she could do anything further, Bill spoke again.

‘Why would you come here?’

She frowned, gaze still fixated on her wrist as she brushed a thumb over the cut, staining her skin red. ‘…I wanted to know if he was bad or not.'

'Well, I think ya got your answer.'

She bristled. Mabel had enough people calling her naïve and she was tired of it. ‘Oh yeah? Well, what about you?’ she retorted, sending him a sharp look. ‘How did you end up down here? I thought you said you had plan and everything.’ She didn't know what had happened between her being knocked out and awaking, only that Bill was down here with her by the time she did rouse from her forced slumber.

Bill’s nostrils flared, eyes drilling into her like ice. ‘I’m down here because of you, you ungrateful brat. Sorry for being a little careless in my rush to make sure you were still alive!’

‘Huh?’

‘Hell, sorry for caring about your annoying ass and trying to keep you away from the freak upstairs who killed my parents. Clearly, you didn’t want me to do that since you offered yourself on a platter.’

‘Wait, your parents? Wha-?'

‘And more than anything, I’m sorry I made the big mistake of falling for you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do anything about it so here we are.’

As Bill finished his rant and slumped back againt the wall, Mabel gaped at him with mouth wide open and eyes bulging comically.

Her poor heart had gone into overdrive. She wasn’t sure which piece of information to chew on first, instead finding herself choking on it all at once and unable to form a coherent response.

Bill had come here to save her? From the guy who killed his parents!? Because he LIKED her!?!?

Oh God, if she wasn’t already on the floor she surely would have fainted.

'Now, do me a favour and stay here.' Bill raised his hand that was chained up.

She closed her mouth, eyes returning to their ordinary size. 'Wait, what do you-HOLY FUCK!!'

The snapping noise as he broke his wrist was sickening. Mabel's mouth flew agape for a differnet reason this time as the blond freed himself, standing to his full height.

'What the hell? Bill!'

He smiled wryly and urgh, why was her heart fllipping in a situation like this? 'Relax, it ain't my dominant hand.'

Mabel grimaced. 'If you could do that, why did you wait until now?'

'Had to wait for the dizziness to go away.'

'Dizziness? What do you... oh jeez, you're bleeding!' As he turned away she saw the dried blood on the back of his head and realised his way of being knocked out hadn't been as nice as hers.

'See ya in a bit, Shooting Star. I'll be back when coast is clear.'

'What? No! Bill!' She yanked forward but could go no further than a few feet. 'You don't just get to drop that bombshell and leave me!!'

'I'll tell you about my parents later. Maybe.'

'I meant you saying you liked me!!'

The young man paused at the foot of the stairs, going still. Then, after a moment:

'I didn't say that.'

'You- Yes, you did!!' Ooh, she wasn't going to let him get out of this!! 'You said you'd fallen for me!'

She was sure she heard him swear under his breath.

Bill turned around with a dazzling smile, shooting her finger guns. (Hey, that was her signature move!) 'Well, I'm off. Gotta go kill a guy. It's legal if it's in self-defensive!' Wink.

Did he seriously just wink at that statement?

'Bill!'

He was leaving.

'BILL!'

Okay, maybe she could gnaw herself free.

[avampyone]

Prompt #2: In his snare

Characters: Gabriel Devrau, Ange B'londe

Synopsis: Ange wishes to throw an important party, but a few obstacles are in the way.

Setting: In the depths of the Great Gubal Library.

Warning to suggestive themes.

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“Rise and shine!”

There was something that pressed against the tip of his noise that made Gabriel twist in his sleep out of frustration in disturbance from his deep slumber, fingers digging into the thick blankets around him. If not for the flickering of the gaudy neon light of pink and purple that spelled out the line “Kiss Me” lined on one of the many shelves nearby, Gabriel may have never even seen him. He rapidly blinked his bleary pale eyes to see someone crouched down on the side table nearest to his bed. The blonde-haired Wildwood lay strewn out, short thick locks sticking out in many directions and his wrinkled shirt only partially unbuttoned. He still wore his tight leather pants and buckled boots. He had passed out some time before he’d managed to get fully undressed.

That wasn’t what bothered him. There was a tall figure that sat proudly on the corner of his coffee table, grinning wildly like some gargoyle keeping watch. He didn’t even think twice whenever he grabbed a small vase nearest to him containing the remains of a withered daisy before chucking this at the ‘creature.’ In one smooth motion, there was no one there and the vase crashing into the wall to crack into a million tiny little pieces with a growing mixture of water and left-over dried bits of the poor flower.

“What the hell?! Do you have any decency-at all-? I could have been naked, you know…Besides, I was having a nice dream about two blondes and a redhead. Seeing you was an instant turn-off; I’ll have you know.” He growled, pale eyes not hesitating to glare upon the well-dressed figure. Slowly, he pulled himself from the tangle of blankets to shift himself up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. Metal hands, one of which glowed with a distinctly purple pulse of light emitting all throughout it, lifted to rub the corners of his eyes in such a life-like way that one might question if they were metal at all.

“Anyone with decency would never make a deal with a man like me. You should know this very well, darling~” The voice was maddeningly cheerful in such a manner that always grated on his nerves. With long straight pale hair framing his pale features, Ange stood there looking as immaculate as ever in his black suit and shining black shoes to match, making Gabriel question if it had been him on his coffee table or not.

As usual, his eyes lay hidden behind the thick frames of the glasses he wore with one leather clad gloved had coming to delicately grab ahold of the other betwixt his fingers to give a light tug, “Oh, who cares about the details anyway?! What’s most important for you is to know that tonight is a very special night. All my friends will be in attendance for an underground black-tie soiree. The sort of event where we drink fine wines, dance, and laugh together and make dreadful small talk well into the evening hours. There will be theater! And- “

“Get to the point, will you?! What do I care about this party of yours? Sounds boring as hell...” Gabriel openly insulted in his tiredness with arms crossing over one another petulantly, uncaring if his open shirt laid his broad chest bared with no care if Ange looked. Not that he thought he would – With the glasses, who knew?

Ange had turned to stare upon the shelf that contained the many guns he possessed, humming playfully to himself when it looked like he had lost his train of thought, “Right, about that. You do enjoy your toys, don’t you…How useful they will be in this task. All you must do is lure out the feral into the horizon and leave them there to let the rising sun do the rest when the morning comes. Unfortunately, a few have crawled out into the basement of my chateau. It will not do to have them chewing on my guests~” Striding up in a few quick movements, Ange’s gloved hand had ruffled back through his hair before suddenly clenching in a tight unmovable hold that Gabriel tried to pull away from – He couldn’t when Ange inched closer.

A chilly coldness emanated from him that the blonde found himself pushing back away from the best he could, yet still he glared at him dangerously, “Before the morning sun rises, Gabriel - I should not have to remind you what could happen if you do not play your part in our little game...” Ange let him go, dusting his hands off like to be rid of him for now and strolled on right out of the room in a merry little gait.

“Fine. Fine! Damn it all...” Gabriel didn’t even bother to change at this point. Why bother when dealing with the ferals? His clothing would become torn and blood splattered mess before the morning came. He reached for the half-filled bottle of vodka nearby, putting it to his lips to take a generous drink from before placing back onto the coffee table for later.

With a heavy breath leaving him, he stood to peruse the selection before him. Picking up one magitek gun from the top shelf with a long barrel that lit up with a panel of lights to his touch, Gabriel slung the leather strap over his shoulder. He reached for a large black casing from his desk, opening the flat end of the gun to replace the batteries that lie within, “Let’s get this over with…”

[cloudymilk04]

Story of a slumber party spook (+ Baldwin somehow)

Tagging @i-cant-sing because their Time Traveler fic indirectly became part of this story and this is probably too long to simply tell in an ask or something. Buckle up for the ride, I’ll also add screenshots at the end of my friend and I joking about this event, Baldwin’s in general, or that TT fic.

Let's set the scene. It was around a month ago when I had a big sleepover with my three best friends (+ my cat) as my family was going to be gone for the weekend. We'll call my best friends Anna, Rose, and Julie (not their real names, all random names they picked).

For some much needed background, Anna and I are big Baldwin IV fans. I'm the only one who has Tumblr and uses it actively so whenever I see something on here relating to him, I'll screenshot and send it to her. However, we both really like the Time Traveler fic by the previously tagged user so whenever there's a new part, I'll message her and read it while telling her what's going on (often feels like watching drama go down while texting your friend about it).

We have an inside joke that we're actually the best of buddies with Baldwin, (as a side note, she’s the one drawn with me and him in my last post) which is why when the time for the sleepover came up, I said something like, "Imagine if we're all partying down and we hear a knock on the door but when we open it, Baldwin comes waltzing in." and just joking about him coming to our slumber party.

Hours passed and time came for everyone to come over. We hung out for a little bit until night fell and we started to get hungry. We decided to get food and bring it back to the house but Rose (the driver) also needed to get something from her grandma's on the way there. Realizing that it would be a lot of trouble to load all four of us into the car, we chose for two of us to go and bring the stuff back and the other two to stay. I had referenced earlier about going to the basement to workout and Anna asked if she could come along too, so we agreed that Anna and I would be the ones to stay behind and wait for Rose and Julie.

I asked how we would be sure to know they had arrived if we were in the basement. Considering it was night time, I didn't want them waiting out there too long and with us being down there, I wasn't sure if we'd hear their knocking. Julie said that she'd call or text when they were getting close to my house so we could be back upstairs by the time they pulled up. We all agreed to the plan and went our separate ways. Rose and Julie leave while Anna and I go to the basement.

I showed her our equipment for a little bit and Anna came up with an idea to film ourselves working out but leave a space for us to edit in Baldwin afterwards to make it look like he's getting his gains with us (this detail comes up later). After this, a few minutes pass and we stop just to stand and chit chat about random stuff when we hear, clear as day, a knocking from upstairs.

It sounded like someone had knocked on the door. We both looked at each other confused and I said, "Is that them?"

She responded with, "I guess?" I didn't wanna leave them waiting so I asked Anna to turn off the lights behind us as we're going upstairs and commented that it's weird Julie didn't text or call. I walk upstairs and notice through the dining room window that it doesn't look like Rose's car is out there. I walk to the front door and there's no one there and so, in the most calm voice I can muster, I call out to Anna that they're not there (later she told me that her heart dropped when I said that).

It should be mentioned that my house doesn't have a back door, but instead, a side door. The side door leads out to a closed off porch. While you can get to the porch from the outside through a door, I knew it was locked so no one could even get to the side door, much less be on that porch.

Anyways, we're standing together and feeling nervous. I checked my phone and noticed I didn't get a Life360 notification either. I'm trying to make sense of it all so I asked if she heard the same thing I did, knocking coming from upstairs. She said yes and confirmed that it was very clear. I remembered how earlier I had joked about Baldwin knocking on the door and so, to lighten the mood, I started being like "Man, Baldwin just wanted to join the party" and "Did he have to show up in such a foreboding way??"

A couple minutes passed as I looked through the windows to see if I could see anyone. Anna and I go to stand in front of the couch when we hear a loud thump come from the side porch. It sounded almost like someone threw their body against it, so I pushed Anna away from the door and quickly said, "I think someone's out there." and had us stand behind the couch.

Right at the moment we heard the thump though, Julie called (very poor timing really). When Anna answered, Julie only said, "Be on the lookout." before hanging up. Which, I should add, was unknowingly the worst thing to have been told at that moment. We talk about how we gotta watch out for two separate things and we stay huddled together behind the couch frantically looking out the windows for either Rose's car or some person or ghost trying to break in.

About 30 seconds passed and we saw them pull up, so I told Anna to wait inside while I go check to see if the side porch door is open and to tell Rose and Julie about what's going on. I go outside and check only to see that the door still looked closed. I give the other two a quick run down and Rose, with a determined look, hands Julie the food, straightens her back, grabs her purse with her pepper spray, and starts speeding off towards the side of the house saying she's gonna check around the place. I quickly asked, "Do you need a weapon??"

She just goes "No" before skedaddling off. Julie and I bring the food in before explaining to Anna what Rose is doing. A minute or so passed before she came back in, saying that no one was out there and wanting more details on what happened. Anna and I explain further and we agree that there probably wouldn't have been enough time for someone to just completely run away and have no one see them.

She also goes to the side porch and checks it out while confirming that it was still locked. Everything's in order.

To get rid of the tension again, I started joking with Anna that it was actually Baldwin's ghost showing up to join the party and that when we go back to watch the workout basement video we took earlier, that we might see an orb floating in Baldwin's spot. I also say that the thump outside must’ve been him falling over since we left him standing out there for too long.

The rest of the night went smoothly and we all had fun, took Julie a bit to feel at ease though (she gets scared easily :( ). Also my cat is completely okay he’s a grumpy old guy so he was chilling in my room asleep

In the end, here's the screenshots of us talking tried to put them in some sort of conversational order, can only put ten pics though. Purple is me, red is “Anna”

[blackjackkent]

Back to camp, because after the fleshpit adventures, everyone is fucking wrecked.

Karlach, of course, has stuff to say, because she wasn't present in the meat basement for the big Gortash reveal.

(I tend to subscribe to the headcanon that everyone left at camp is able to view what's going on with the main party through the tadpole connection, and I feel very bad for everyone else who was in camp with Karlach while that reveal was going down. There are absolutely scorch marks around the camp and splattered supplies from her throwing things around.

I'm also thinking I'm going to go ahead and kick in the full-party mod once we hit Rivington. I was waiting until we hit the Bhaalspawn reveal to try and avoid bugging some things out but that's further away than I expected and I really wanna have Jaheira in the party ASAP. I *think* it will be okay, but if the cutscene in question doesn't pop as planned I can always remove the mod again.)

"You saw Gortash, didn't you? What the fuck was he doing down there? Is all this because of him? The tadpole? The Absolute? HOW?!"

She sounds so agitated. :(

"I don't know how this plot fits together yet," Rakha says curtly. "But we *will* stop him." Her vengeance against Ketheric kept her going this far; now, it seems, it's Gortash's turn - for her own benefit and for Karlach's.

Karlach is barely listening, still caught up in her own anger.

"I was his bodyguard. I looked after him with my life. I trusted him more than anything," she snarls, her teeth bared like an animal as she looks back at a string of miserable memories. "He gave me away to Zariel just for kicks. He ruined my life just when it was starting! And now he'd use up the entire Sword Coast."

Fire flares around her body, a puff of heat blasting into Rakha's face. "He has to die," she roars. "And I'm gonna be the one who kills him!"

Rakha has an uncharacteristically sad sort of look on her face during this little speech.

It's interesting, really - her seeing this from Karlach, and coming on the heels of the destructive rage she saw from Aylin against Ketheric's dead body.

These are not people she sees as like her, generally. Aylin is an emissary of a goddess of light. Karlach is eternally good-natured, kind, generous - all things Rakha by nature is not.

And yet both of them have moments of incandescent, destructive, murderous rage, when pushed to it sufficiently by circumstance.

Perhaps the beast in her head is not so unique as she thinks. Perhaps everyone has one, but they slumber more deeply while Rakha's wakes at the slightest sound and destroys everything in its path. She isn't sure if this makes her feel less broken or more so.

Whatever the case... this is, at least, something to which she can turn her bloodlust with purpose.

"We'll do it together," she says, her voice a quiet rasp in comparison to Karlach's roaring fury. "Whatever it takes."

"He can't get away with what he's done," Karlach growls. The flames around her body start to ease a little, though her eyes still pulse with it. "To me. To us. He won't get away with it!"

A pause. She groans softly, rubbing at her chest as the engine's flare slowly dies down. "I can feel it," she mutters bitterly. "The engine. It's getting hotter. Louder. It's going to blow, if we don't find another way to fix it."

She scowls. "You know, Zariel may have put the fucking thing in, but Gortash gave her the go-ahead. You expect this shit from devils, but not from the people you care about..."

She trails off, rubs at her head. Rakha can see her struggling for control, for her usual jocular good nature. But it is isn't in reach just now, and her jaw works with tight, visceral fury.

"Let's get to the city. Got business there I'm highly fucking keen to attend to."

[annymation]

So what is the official dialogue of The Seven and Valentino when he's starts talking again in the Dahlia's house to the forest.

I've actually recently came up with an interesting idea for this.

What if Valentino convinced them to go after Asha in the woods... By singing?

Like hear me out, he's like Asha's lil baby, it's in his blood to inspire others just like how she does.

So here's how the scene would play out:

After a lot of screaming and running around Dahlia's basement after they thought Valentino got possessed by a spirit or something, the group eventually calms down and listen to what he has to say.

"- So long story short" The baby goat said after just narrating in great detail what happened in Asha's story so far "I need your help to go find them, I'd go myself but... Well Asha always said I shouldn't go in the forest on my own"

"Yeah you'd be someone's snack in a sec" Gabo agreed nonchalantly as he leaned on the wall "But no can do bud, the king said anyone who helps the traitors is *grsshhh*" He makes a sound with his mouth while passing his finger through his own throat, to gesture they'd be killed.

"Well we can't just sit and do nothing" Dahlia protests, standing up from her chair

"But the forest is full of guards looking for them though" Safi pointed out "If we go we'll be arrested"

"Not to mention our parents will worry" Bazeema added quietly

"We lie to them" Hal said simply "We tell them we're having a slumber party or something like that"

"And Valentino can talk to animals" Dario adds in sign language "Little guy can ask them to distract the guards for us"

Valentino hops happily "Yeah! That's the spirit" the goat cheered

"Yeah the spirit to get us in big trouble" Simon cut in, trying to be reasonable "I'm sorry guys, but this is way too dangerous. Lying to our families, disobeying the king's orders..." He seemed more afraid of the consequences than the dangers that awaited inside the forest itself "If Asha wanted us involved she'd have told us about all this sooner, she must agree this is too much for us to handle"

"But she was wrong!" Valentino's tiny baby voice exclaimed "She does need you, more than ever, and even if we're few, we can make a huge difference!"

Then Valentino starts his own little musical number encouraging everyone to follow him. It'd be like this song from Matilda:

[sinnabarmoth]

Safe Together

*I was thinking about the end of Season 4 and wanted a short fix it fic that just exuded warmth and safety and some levity. This is what happened. With some light Steddie in the mix.*

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It had been a long day and what felt like an even longer night. They had defeated Vecna and by some miracle everyone had made it out with only some minor to moderate injuries. Nothing life threatening so any trips to the hospital were put on hold.

The entire team, Robin, Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Dustin, Lucas, Max and Erica sat in the van bandaging each other up in silence. There was no big celebration. Perhaps they would come to that later. Everything right now was just quiet as they breathed in the fact that they had made it out alive.

The most anyone spoke was Max telling everyone about El piggybacking into her possession and fighting off Vecna. Will, Johnathan, Mike, El, and their friend Argyle were on their way to Indiana. And no one had heard from Mrs.Byers.

The following days would be hard to get through. Jason was still out there causing panic in the streets and Eddie was still suspected of murder. But they were alive. They were alive and they had won yet again.

“Where do we go?” Dustin asked, “We can’t exactly let Eddie wander off on his own while we go home.”

“I don’t really wanna be away from anyone right now.” Max said. She was still shaking. “Can we...I don’t know. Stay at someone’s house? All of us?”

“We can go to my house.” Steve said. “My parents are still in France on vacation so the house is empty. Got plenty of space and no one will come looking for Eddie there.”

“Sounds good to me. Slumber party at Harrington’s.” Eddie winced as he sat forward. The bat bites probably hurt like a bitch.

They drove out to Steve’s house. He made a quick sweep of the house to double check that no one was there before ushering everyone inside. The moment they were in the house things became a little more lighthearted.

Everyone washed up and since no one wanted to be alone they dragged the mattresses from the bedrooms and the cushions off the couch to create a giant communal sleeping area in the living room.

Nancy, Dustin, and Erica were in the kitchen making whatever food they could find while Steve, Lucas, and Max set up the mattresses with pillows and blankets. Robin was rifling through the medicine cabinets for painkillers and Eddie was looking for movies or music or anything to keep them entertained and take their minds off of what they went through.

“Oh my god, Steve, why do you have zero snacks in this house?” Dustin groaned from the kitchen. “The most I can find are some stale crackers and those hard candies that every old person seems to own. What even are these?”

“Oh right, my dad hides the junk food so mom doesn’t yell at him about his cholesterol. Look in the far right back corner of the cabinet next to the sink.” Steve called back as he dropped another blanket onto the nest of cushions they had created. “If you go in the basement there’s another freezer where you can find ice cream and some frozen soft pretzels.”

“Oh thank god!” Dustin came back up with popcorn, cookies, chips, and even a few cups of pudding. He immediately went down to fetch the ice cream and pretzels. Nancy and Erica were at the stove making some instant mashed potatoes and frozen meatballs. It wasn’t much but it should fill everyone up.

“So,” Eddie came back with a few tapes in his hands. “We have our choice between Dumbo, Old Yeller, and Gone with the Wind. Harrington, why is it that the movies you own suck?”

“Cause, again, you guys are just going through the family stuff. I think I still have The Muppets Take Manhattan in my room. I haven’t returned it yet.”

“Muppets?” Robin looked at him. “You said your mom made you rent it.”

“Fine. You caught me! I like the Muppets. Sue me! I think we all could use something lighthearted after tonight!”

“Muppets it is.” Eddie walked off again. “I get to go snoop around Steve’s room!”

“What?” Steve blanched, “Oh hell no! Eddie! Eddie do not go in my room!”

For a man with abdominal wounds Eddie raced up the stairs with great speed. “Munson! I mean it!” Steve raced after him.

“What does he have up there that he doesn’t want anyone to see?” Max asked.

“His diary. Dirty underwear. Playgirls.” Robin shrugged. “That sort of thing.”

“Don’t you mean Playboys?” Lucas looked confused.

Robin went pale. “Ugh, right. Yes. I meant Playboys.” This was not going to be the way that everyone found out that Steve was into guys. That needed to be done in his own time.

“How do you know about Playboys, Lucas?” Max cocked her head at her...boyfriend? It was unclear if they were back together or not. Considering how much they kept near each other since leaving the Creele house the odds were looking good for a reconciliation.

“Ugh...hey, Nancy, you need help in the kitchen? I’m gonna come help you.”

“Oh no you don’t.” Max caught him by the collar.

There was a loud thump from upstairs and more pounding footsteps. Eddie came racing back down the steps with Steve on his heels. “He has an ewok plush!” Eddie held up the furry little toy. “Steve “The Hair” Harrington has an ewok plush!”

“Damn it Munson!” Steve tackled him and they landed in the living room. Everyone paused to watch the two young adult men with matching, fresh bat bite wounds, roll on the mattresses, fighting for a Star Wars toy.

Steve wrenched the toy out of Eddie’s hands and held it close to his chest. “Do not touch Gerald!” he shouted.

There was a long moment of heavy silence. The boys were breathing heavy and just staring at each other. Then, Eddie started laughing. Steve slumped and started laughing too. The laughter stretched through the house and hit everyone else. Soon everyone was doubled over laughing till they were red in the face.

Perhaps they had finally cracked. Maybe they were going mad. But damn if it just didn’t matter.

Everyone started gravitating towards each other, leaning on one another as they howled with laughter. Then slowly, the laughter grew louder and turned into wails. Everyone was now holding tight out of grief. Tears falling and heaving sobs.

All of the trauma, all of the horror they had seen and experienced. Not just today but, for some, three years now. It all came pouring out in this one moment where they knew they were safe.

Max especially couldn’t hold in the grief and guilt she had been feeling ever since Billy died. Lucas held her close, squeezing her tight.

The sobs quieted back into sniffling silence. Everyone wiped at their eyes and unclenched their hands from whoever they were holding. There was a deep breath and they all piled in together. They distributed the food and snacks as Steve put the vhs in the player.

The atmosphere eased and they let the horror and grief wander farther away as they watched the Muppets. By the time the movie ended most everyone had fallen asleep. Save Steve who was going around cleaning up wrappers and dirty plates and cups from the sleeping hub.

He set the dirty dishes in the sink and tossed the wrappers and boxes and bottles in the trash. He heard soft footsteps behind him and looked up to see Eddie tiptoeing around the others. He gingerly made his way over to the kitchen where Steve was.

“Hey man,” he whispered. “Need any help?”

“No. I got it.” Steve answered. “Why are you still up?”

“It’s been hard to sleep since...Chrissy.”

“I get it. I barely slept after the first time I saw the demogorgon. It takes time but you’ll find deep sleeps again.”

Eddie looked back at the others fast asleep in the living room. “It’s so messed up. All of this is fucked.”

“Yeah. But we gotta keep living or else what have we been fighting for this entire time?” Steve looked Eddie up and down still in his stained jeans and bloodied t-shirt. “You want some more comfortable clothes to sleep in? Everyone else already raided my wardrobe for clean clothes. There’s probably a pair of sweatpants still leftover somewhere.”

Eddie looked down at his soiled outfit and nodded. “Good call.”

Steve went back to his room and rifled through his drawers. He found a pair of pajama pants and a clean soft t-shirt that he tossed Eddie’s way. Eddie winced a little as he changed. It would take some time before those bites healed. Probably make for some sick scars though.

Neither of them were in a hurry to go back down to the others. They would not be sleeping for a while. So they remained in Steve’s room, sitting on the bed frame without a mattress and just talked. At first they were talking about all the messed up shit that had been happening since ‘83 and then the conversation shifted. They talked about school memories, funny stories, bad dates, and family drama.

Eddie hadn’t expected to relate to Steve so much and Steve could say the same. Turns out they had more in common then having kind of adopted Dustin as their little brother. There was even more they had in common that they didn’t talk about. Things that would take more time to come to terms with. More trust needing to be built to admit. And a great deal more of bravery needed to tell each other.

Yawns became heavier and Steve and Eddie returned to the living room. There was only a small space barely big enough for the both of them left amongst the pile of bodies. They nestled in, pulling one of the remaining blankets over them.

“Night Munson.” Steve mumbled as his eyes fell closed.

“Sweet dreams Harrington” Eddie yawned once more and followed him into a well deserved sleep.

Tomorrow would be a mess but tonight, tonight they were safe.

[prettygurlnikittie]

Things I'm bout to manifest in the void state and you also can do

loads of money (ofc lol)

apple products

screen spray cleaning device

luxury brand perfumes/clothes/makeup/etc

skin/hair care products

aesthetic sunglasses

huge house with 4 individual rooms and 2 guest rooms, each room having a huge closet and bathroom + house bathroom, recording studio (i love singing ok), basement with own gym, loft for slumber parties or just to chill, huge garden with swimming pool, huge living room with big and modern television and comfy couch, etc

perfect grades for me and my sisters

thiner thighs

legs of 111cm & height remaining 173cm

healthy spine

lime green eyes (I'll manifest that they slowly get lighter until in the summer they've my desired color)

hair grows fast and healthy

straight and symmetrical hair line

smaller and desired nose (smth like wonyoung's)

perfect glass skin

pale skin (like sunghoon's)

prettier and skinier hands

neat and beautiful nails

hair-free legs, armpits and arms

pretty eyebrows (no more unibrow)

symmetrical face & body

small waist

flat stomach

wide & round hips

perfect eye-sight

thin and V-shaped face

huger eyes (maintaining my siren eyes) & curled eyelashes

plump and heart-shaped lips

perfect clean and white teeth

vocal technique better than Ariana Grande's (high notes, falsetto, vibratto, high/mid/low range & more)

dancing technique like enhypen ni-ki's

better rapping technique/skills than (g)i-dle's soyeon's

marked dimples

be ambicious, work hard for everything i propose myself

speak english, romanian, spanish, german, korean & japanese fluently maintaining my cute unique accent

and surely more stuff

I'll tell you guys when I already manifested everything (soonsoon) ♡

[grievedifferent]

set the scene. accepting !! // * @tvrningout

014, a kitchen during a blackout, surrounded by candles. ( from chiyo for josh! partially bc she'd take the opportunity to try and spook him :') )

his idea of a little slumber party has somehow turned into a partial horror flick. okay, that's a little dramatic, but the thunder and lightning outside, the heavy rain on the windows, the crackling electricity that finally goes out just at the wrong time ...

... it all adds up after a while, right? adds to the atmosphere.

❝ shit. probably the fuse box. lemme get some candles in the meantime ... ❞ not that josh isn't used to rummaging around in dark basements. still, he makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a few roman-style candles to light with a yellow bic he's got tucked into one of the small pockets of his jeans.

a flew flicks and he's successful, a small glow appearing from five sources. if his phone wasn't dead, he'd just use the flashlight on his phone, but with the power now out, he's shit out of luck. he sets the candles out on the island in a sparse shape, sighing as he looks around. he could take his chances with the fusebox now, but the power could also come back on any moment.

dad must've forgot to charge the backup generator again. otherwise, we'd have power right now.

amid his thinking, he doesn't notice a smaller figure slip into the kitchen via the shadows. lurking behind him, he suddenly freezes, getting that feeling as he begins to turn. too late! a hand has already grabbed him, causing him to shout out a bit louder (and higher) than he anticipated.

❝ jeez, dude! ❞ his heart is pounding, but he starts to laugh several seconds after realizing it's just chiyo. ❝ damn, you ... you got me. ❞ he grins. ❝ but that just means one thing, my sneaky friend. ❞ he hunches over, leaning in to whisper in her ear. ❝ payback. ❞

[drowsyr]

friend anon here! :D

the "aro stobin cinematic universe" is by envyenvy and it's not a restricted work either! https://archiveofourown.org/series/3599374

i love automatically assuming steve and robin are wearing matching friendship bracelets they are sososo sweet <3 my babygirls i love putting them in Situations

(one of) steve and robin's job is to be employed in a salon and i think they would slay so hard at that. they would be so fun and gossipy!

also one thing about gossip: steve should know more! he's king steve so i don't get why everyone says he fell off his wagon or whatever in season 3. he was still like the most popular kid, right?? i wasn't even popular in my school but i was fed with gossip for two years after i graduated! there's kids i know in that school who are graduating next year!!

personally i think steve should be allowed to be a mean girl & gossip with robin during their triweekly stobin girl's night slumber party.

also steve and robin sharing the smaller room because it's cozier that's so cute 😭😭 i love that so much!!

robin's hippie parents and their jello desserts i love them so much. i love that steve would definitely say "oh 😃 jello 😃thank you mr and mrs buckley😄" and then give it all to robin the moment they leave the room

ok we’re so back… finished finals and moved upstate…

i love the idea of robins parents being lamecool hippies… like yes they have a weed guy but also mr buckley looks like a rick moranis character.

also: thank you for the rec!! but also i caved and applied for an ao3 account…recently been seeing a lot of recs for restricted works and feeling left out 😔

i feel like robin growing up was accidentally led to believe that janis joplin was her aunt bc there was a picture of her on the buckleys mantle but it’s just there bc they love her music and got to see her live before she died… i think it would be very funny if she kept a picture of janis and a picture of steve in a locket and steve had one that was just pictures of mr and mrs buckley.

i made a joke about them being swingers but they are To Me. bc it’s funny. robin trying to come out to them and all of the sudden tom and amy from maple street are walking down the stairs (otherwise from the bit tho i think robins house is one story. maybe a basement.)

i feel like before s4 steve was like Convinced that there was some kind of swingers community in hawkins based just on which book club moms and saturday barbecuing dads were renting which movies but robin could not be convinced at all. there are swingers in hawkins it’s just that steve hadn’t guessed any of them. to be fair though neither had robin

[solitasims4]

MODS LIST

(Updated March 15, 2023) I always get asked what mods I use, & I plan on making a mods showcase on majority of these mods/already have made a showcase on a few of these on my Tiktok @solitasims, but I don’t gatekeep😏 So, here’s my official mods list. I will update this whenever I get a new mod & this will always be available by clicking the link in my bio on Tiktok.

If I made any mistakes/you have any questions, feel free to let me know/ask.

⭐ = My personal favorites.

❌ = I no longer use the mod.

Like always, make sure you read the mod requirements & read & respect the creator’s terms of use!

Basemental Dr*gs (18+)  ⭐

Basemental Gangs (18+)  ⭐

Wicked Whims (18+)  ⭐

Extreme Violence (18+)  ⭐

Deadly Toddlers (18+) 

Hoe It Up (18+)❌

AEP P*rn*gr*phy (18+)

Sugar Baby (18+)

RedAppleNet (18+) ❌

Slice of Life

Woohoo Wellness & Pregnancy Overhaul ⭐

Go to School  ⭐❌

Kneel Anywhere

XML Injector

Andrew’s Pose Player  ⭐

Teleport Any Sim   ⭐

MC Command Center  ⭐

UI Cheats  ⭐

Passionate Romance

Life’s Drama

Fairies vs Witches  ⭐

Romantic Skygaze

Slow Dancing❌

Remove Sim from Conversation  ⭐

Bed Cuddle

Simulation Lag Fix

Simulation Unclogger

Road to Fame  ⭐

Party Anywhere

Holiday Home

Meaningful Stories

Urban Socials❌

Set Family Relationships

Realistic Childbirth ⭐

Ballroom Dance

Immersive Vampires

Mental Health

Ability to Read

KidsCanCleanBathroomStuff

KidsPlayGuitars

KidsCanWorkoutExercise

LGBT Mod  ⭐❌

Better Babies❌

Better Toddlers❌

Faster Sim Spawning

First Love

Improved Practical Spells

New Vampire Powers  ⭐

No Restaurant Bill When Invited

Send to Bed

Simda Dating

Spend Weekend With

Ultrasound Scan

Longer Parties + More Guests

Invite Any Guests To Parties

20 Sim Cap Remover

Contextual Social Interactions

Road to Romance

Funeral

Graduation❌

Prom❌

Slumber Party ❌

Baby Shower ❌

ISO Love  ⭐

Be A Burglar

Insimnia Eats❌

More Traits in CAS

Plumfruit

Lie on Lap

Tango

No Strings Attached

Mood Pack

Parenting Skill for Teens

More Away Actions  ⭐

Life Tragedies

Tattoo Shop

Education System Bundle  ⭐❌

Simflix & Chill❌

Airfryer

Toaster

Chingyu CAS Traits

Playable Pets

OMSP Shelf

T.O.O.L

More Columns in CAS  ⭐

Expandable Build/Buy

More Best Friends

Switch Streaming❌

Advanced Birth Certificate

Copy Graduation Photos & Diplomas

Restaurant Faster Cooking

Honey, What’s Cooking?❌

UI Dark Mode❌

Better Maps❌

Playful Toddler Pack (Functional Crib, Playdoh, etc.)

june 15 2022

Mario Carts❌

Functional Cars❌

Functional Ice Cream Truck❌

Food Truck❌

Funny Pranks❌

Sims 3 Romance Interactions ❌

Spring Rider

Weighed Barbell

Kids Can Paint

Mechanical Bull from The Sims 3

Take Off Shoes Animation❌

Proper Interaction

Five New Vehicles❌

Functional Garage Doors ❌

No Kids Outdoors During a Storm

Open Love Life

Fortnite Dance Mod

Doorbell

Buy Tomes on Computer

Faster Run to University

Plasma Renamed to Blood

Higher Stereo Volume

Call Over High Distance

Famous Sims Gain Followers Automatically

Flower Arrangements Slower Decay

Fan Stans Only Homeless Sims

No Celeb Outfit Copying

Functional Toddler Makeup Kit

Teens Can Buy Lottery Tickets

Umbrella Auto Opens on Rainy Days Only

Sack Lunch Into Inventory

Vampires No Cold Breath

Less Idle Animation

Child Slow Dance

Ballet Barre

Pillow Talk After Woohoo

Double Cheek Kiss

Flying Broom

Personality Please!

Prefer Leftovers

Allow Stoves on University Lots

august 14 2022

Skate Everywhere

Smore Options

Photographic Memory

Time Out

High School Years More Classmates

Adult Life ❌

Explore

Let’s Get Fit

Better Exceptions

Toddlers Can Use Activity Table

Slide Into Your Mods

Andrew’s Studio Effect Player⭐

september 17 2022

Wicked Whims Inappropriate Unlock (18+)

Functional Photo Frames

Calendar Tweaks

No High School Situation Outfit

TS2 CAS Background

Stop Change Phone Color Obsession ❌

Bonehilda Loading Screen ❌

Phone Animation For Teens Only

Hopes & Fears Mod (Wants & Fears Overhaul)

Teenage Interaction Reactions

All Worlds Are Residential

Self-Soothing Toddlers

Leave Me Alone About Early Graduation

Armageddon

Color Picker (Color Wheel) ❌

Agnes Crumplebottom Loading Screen ❌

october 19 2022

Functional Personal Care Products

Twister ❌

Patty Cake

Drama

More Restaurant Options ❌

Functional Spiral Staircase ❌

Social Bunny Overhaul

Dance Override

november 13 2022

Don’t Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop

Ink For Yourself Memory Keeper (Customizable Journal)

Fantastical Play Rug + Tent

Functional Bar Cart

Run Here

Lemonade Stand

Walk in Style

Interactions From The Past

Resorts and Hotels

Nursery Playroom Set

Customizable Graves

Little Chef’s Toy Kitchen

Scent To Be Oil Diffuser

december 17 2022

Memory Panel

Online Homework

Less Intrusive Sims

Can I Come Over?

Social Activities

january 12 2023

Carry & Kiss

Perfumery

Grannie’s Cookbook

Cookbook S&S

Auto Zodiacs

Playable Harp

Cutting Board Override

Cute Romance

Functional Sleeping Bags

Always Towel After Shower

Hopscotch

My Grocery Shopping List

Obsessed Teen❌

february 13 2023

Bouncy Boobs (18+)

Hot Chocolate Machine

Functional Airpods Max

Education System

Family Portraits

Functional Wine

Kids Can Cook

Story Progression Viewer

Greetings

Auto Repair

School Holidays

Online Learning System

Simoleonz Online Jobs

Indoor Dog Potty Mats

Phone UI Overhaul

Waffle Maker

Selfie Override

Nectar Maker

Functional Perfume and Sunblock

Functional DDR Machine

Custom Food Interactions

Functional Perfumes

Crafting Enabler

march 15 2023

Thee Salad Bowl

Werewolf Tail

TS3 Time Controls Sound Effect ⭐

TS3 Pie Menu Sound Effect ⭐

TS3 Wants Sound Effect ⭐

Edit Lights in Build Mode

Color Sliders

Better Build Buy

School Food Tray Replacement

Healthcare Redux

Don’t Prep Food Where You Angry Poop

Call Anytime + Relationship 

Smarter Baby Care

More Traumatic Divorce For Children

Keep Instruments in Inventory

Set Filters on Paintings by Reference

Piano Play Regency Era Music

Sit on Ground

Functional Perfume Bottles

Custom Food Interactions

Smoothie Blender

More Kisses ⭐

More Traits

Country Club

100 Social Interactions ⭐

Mean Interactions No Impact ⭐

Music Lessons

Autonomous Proposals

Active Lawyer Career

Immersive Social Bunny

No Constant Phone

Control Any Sim ⭐

Unlock Door For Chosen Sims

Functional Lotion

Expanded Mermaids

Beach Yoga

Cool Pools CC

Beer Barrels

Drink Platter ⭐

Stand Still in CAS

Higher Acting Gigs and Royalty Payouts

Soulmates

Archery

Ask to Cook/Bake/Grill

Ask to Go For a Walk and More

Ask to Upgrade

Auto Pay Bills PC

Auto Repair

Auto Upgrade

Better Autonomous Homework

Go For a Walk

Kids Walk Dogs

No Auto Grab Food After Cooking

Romantic Massage

Auto Check Toddler Tweaks

Less Ping Pong With

Transfer Inventory

Science Baby Tweaks

Pole Dance

No Empty Venues When Arriving

[chou-de-chambers]

Change of Heart

Content rating: Explicit (NSFW) Tags: Yoru x Reader, Yoru x You, fem!reader, reader is a Valorant agent, ex-lovers, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mention of smoking, smut with feelings, unprotected sex (consensual), happy ending, no beta we die like cinematic Cypher Next entry for Kinktober 2022! This one is a gift for my friend slash Valorant duo (best duelist in APAC for me btw) who simps for hair-down Yoru ♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Colorful lights seeped through the thin gaps of the cabinet's door, painting beams on both you and Yoru's tense bodies. It was already late at night; everyone in the party was tipsy from drinking beer (outside of Brimstone's knowledge) and celebrating Phoenix's birthday. Lofi beats hummed through the speakers of the basement garage, enough to set the ambience without bothering the older agents upstairs from their slumber or whatever work they were still busy with. Everyone felt brave enough to dare each other to a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, its players decided through a round of Spin the Bottle. However, you knew yours was rigged, judging from the subtle puff of air you had observed from Jett's fingers as the bottle pointed over Yoru then you.

As much as you loved your best friend, you couldn't help but feel betrayed by how she intentionally partnered you with your ex out of all the people in the room. Jett knew you were trying your best to move on from your recent breakup, your constant worrying and Yoru's stubborn behavior not blending well, yet she still challenged your will by subjecting your bodies this close to each other. You sighed out of nervousness as you and Yoru waited for any signs of life outside, like they're intentionally giving you more than seven minutes of torture inside the dingy garage cabinet. Not like any of them knew history between the two of you- only Neon and Jett had knowledge about your secret of having dated the riftwalker.

There wasn't enough room for personal space. Your hands were pressed onto Yoru's chest, clad in a black leather jacket, its decorative spikes digging into your palms. His hands were pinned on your sides, enclosing you in him. You could feel the heat from both your breaths gathering, causing both of you to sweat profusely. Yoru gulped as your hands slightly moved, him getting threatened by the idea of you noticing his heartbeat pacing.

"Sorry," you whispered, "I just wish we had more room."

"Yeah," Yoru mumbled back, wanting to scratch the back of his neck.

"What's taking them so long, though?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "No idea."

Then silence. Your head remained shifted away as you tried to pick up any activity outside. But in truth, you're just trying to avoid meeting Yoru's gaze. You could feel how his eyes were glued onto you ever since you entered the room. In Yoru's defense, he was longing to take another chance on you. Longing for you. He knew it was his fault your relationship ended, what with him constantly putting you on the edge for every dumb thing he did and refusing to introduce you to his vulnerability. He didn't even want to come to this party until Phoenix begged, just to avoid bumping into you. To avoid the guilt from hurting you. To avoid the pitting hole from not having you.

His efforts to catch your attention though were easy to tell, starting from the way he dressed tonight. Yoru donned your favorite apparel for him, the leather jacket he used to wrap around you during evening bike rides. His hair was even fluffed down, knowing full well that you preferred him that way compared to his usual spiky hairdo. He even wore the necklace with the little hamster pendant you crafted in clay for him. Everything about the way he presented himself tonight screamed for you.

"Uh," Yoru cleared his throat in an attempt to fill the void, "You look cute."

Well that's awkward. "Um. Thanks," you muttered as you eyed the graphic crop top and dark denim shorts you're wearing. You changed the topic though, "I swear they're just messing with us at this point. I'm coming out-"

"Don't," Yoru huffed as he pushed his body even closer to you, "Stay here. With me."

You gulped as his face inched closer until your foreheads were touching. Your fists balled in an attempt to force him away, but he remained as sturdy as a tree. The only thing you managed to do was turn your head to the side, avoiding the possibility of your lips meeting each other. You knew it was bound to happen, Yoru appearing to be more confident given the compromised situation. You didn't sign up for this shit, regret flooding your thoughts from attending this stupid party. How is this gonna help you in any way? You swore Jett was out of her mind. And you made sure she'll pay for this.

You toughened up, your face still away from his, "I don't see the point in staying here with you any longer."

"You hate me that much?" he snickered, playing the role of a tough guy.

"I guess you could say that."

"Give me another chance."

Your eyes narrowed, now crossing with his, "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I mean."

"Ugh," you groaned in spite, "Your audacity, I swear. You haven't even apologized yet."

Your tone and volume amped higher, high enough for anyone outside to hear. Yoru didn't mean to start a fight from how he had trouble expressing himself. So he followed your advice, "I'm sorry, then."

"See?" you rolled your eyes in disbelief, completely dodging his attempt, "Like always. You had to wait for me to say it before you mean it."

"I'm shitty with social cues," he muttered with a crack in his voice, "You knew I had always been by myself until you came. You were my first."

"Doesn't excuse you from not listening."

"Please just-"

"Enough, Ryo," you answered firmly, the mention of his actual name hinting you're upset, "You're not helping me."

"Sorry." Yoru's sight fled down in shame. He took a few seconds to arrange his thoughts, giving you a moment for yourself, before pouring his feelings out, "But I'm serious: I really want to try again." His right hand fled to hold yours, squeezing it to where the beating of his heart was. Your ears perked from the emphasis in his tone. The riftwalker's voice was soft and enticing, "Just tell me what to do. I'll make it up to you."

Another cricket of silence. This time though, both of you were staring at each other, Yoru taking in this precious moment of being alone with you while you weighed how sincere he sounded. Before you had the chance to respond, the cabinet door swung open, putting you into flight mode and abruptly taking your hands off of him. Yoru did the same. Everyone cheered and teased from how both your faces were as red as a tomato, most of the girls giggling, including Jett who plastered a smirk while eyeing you. Engulfed by embarassment, you shot your best friend an irritated look and walked away.

"Ooh," everyone reacted, pressuring the left alone Yoru as he stepped out of the cabinet. Phoenix nudged him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, the smell of liquor radiating from his slurry speech, "So how'd it go, fam?"

"Screw you to shards, idiot," Yoru spat back, sinking on the couch as he reached for his bottle and swiftly downed what's left of his beer.

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Yoru's heel dug onto the spent cigarette butt, distinguishing its flame. He took a few seconds to stare into the starry night sky before coming back inside, hands inside the pockets of his jacket. He knew how much you liked the stars, so he often snuck you out of HQ to a special spot beyond the city with his motorcycle. The way your eyes glimmered were brighter than the twinkling of the stars. He couldn't get the grin out of his face from how your fingers pointed to the sky, pretending to touch each speck. And most of all, your wholehearted laughter that echoed throughout the woods. He tried. Maybe he's just not cut out for you. Maybe he's that unbearable to handle. Like a teenage son, he remembered you call him before you told him it's over. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he reminisced the little time he spent with you earlier. Defeated, his foot kicked the dust off the concrete floor.

To his surprise though, he found you outside his apartment door, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt you forgot to return. Your arms were hugging yourself, face flushed as you averted your gaze away from him. For a moment, he froze, itching to rub his eyes just to check if he was already wasted somewhere in HQ and dreaming, but the rapid beating of his heart confirmed that this right here is reality. Without warning, you were dragged inside his room as his lips crashed yours, your body pinned onto the other side of his locked door. His hands were quick to grab onto your ass, sliding down to your thighs, lifting you up so he could walk both of you to his dim bedroom. Yoru didn't stop wallowing in the passion of your kissing as he tossed both of you on the matress, sheets rustling from your hands hungrily exploring each other. Your tongues danced, tasting the same beer both of you had from earlier's party. Yoru was the first to pull away, peering over the silhouette the moonlight could draw from your pretty face.

"Are you drunk?"

You shook your head to deny it, your hands pulling his face onto yours. He gently brushed them off, "I still need an answer, you know."

You were too shy to admit it- even to yourself- that you still like him. That you still looked out for him despite promising yourself not to. You weren't drunk, but the beer somehow helped you become more honest with yourself. All you did was stare at his lips with your lidded eyes. He noticed, giving you a soft peck to satisfy your need, asking again, "Is this you giving me a second chance?"

You nodded. He gently smiled, something he rarely did, "Kawaii sugiru," and kissed you fiercely this time. This turn of events made it seem like a miracle. Yoru thought about finally thanking the gods for this. No questions asked; he'd grab this opportunity freely handed to him.

His lips remained on yours as he shook his jacket off of him, throwing it on the edge of his bed. You could feel his rough hands sliding up your body, his wrists lifting up your shirt to your chest, revealing your waist down. You bit your lip from how he grinded his bulge onto you, the friction from his denim pants rubbing between your legs. He whispered onto your ear, "Stop pretending like it's our first time doing this. You know you can let it out. Our rooms are soundproof, baka, " then his lips traced down the area underneath your jaw, one of your most sensitive spots, rewarding him with moans from you. His grinding onto your core sharpened, driving you crazier than you already are.

"Oh, Ryo-" you breathed out, gripping onto the back of his shirt.

"Fuck," he groaned through the curve of your neck before kneeling up. His beady eyes admired the tangled mess you became, his hands doing quick work on taking off his clothes. Yoru let out an exhale from the way your hands traced each one of his scars that adorned his torso- scars he earned from Shibuya gang fights in the past and some that developed from his riftwalking. He noticed the worry on your face once again, an expression he wouldn't want to gain at this kind of occasion, and attempted to distract you by pulling down your panties. He cursed in Japanese, thrilled from the sight of your wet sex and the image of his hard cock diving into it.

"And here I thought you weren't happy to see me," he smugly commented as the tips of his fingers grazed onto your wet folds.

You covered your face in embarassment with his pillow as you whined, "Ryo, stop..."

He chuckled, obviously winning from how you fed his ego with your reaction. The pillow on your face got quickly discarded and thrown on the floor. His other hand grasped your chin, averting your face towards his conquering figure and gifting you with a passionate kiss again. He loves the feeling of your soft lips on his. It's one thing he missed the most from you. You felt a calloused finger enter your craving hole, making you beg for a pause to moan. Yoru denied your plea by shoving his tongue into your open mouth and adding another finger pumping inside you. You whimpered from each thrust he did, your walls getting more slippery. Release felt so close. "Ryo, I'm close-"

Then Yoru pulled out, momentarily licking the sweetness of your juices on his fingers, then lifted you onto his lap. He smirked from seeing your brows knit together.

"You're cruel," you pouted as you squeezed on his bare shoulders. His hand held onto yours, guiding it towards his erection. Your fingertip caressed its head, feeling the warmth of his precum, drawing out a lustful gasp from him. Yoru's wish was clear and you complied by wrapping your hand around his thick shaft, stroking it up and down. He pulled you in for a hot kiss as you gradually paced your hand's movement. The low groans that vibrated from his throat were satisfying for you to hear, like he's under your mercy. This was enough to make it even.

When his lips parted from yours, his hands held your cheeks, and the tender look from his eyes relayed a familiar message: Yoru was begging you to go down on him. You kissed the corner of his mouth before descending onto his twitching cock, peppering it with kisses before flicking your tongue over the wetness of its head like a treat. He hissed at the pleasure, his hand gripping onto your loose locks. Slowly, you took his entirety in your mouth until its tip reached the back of your throat. You felt his hold on your hair tighten, urging you to move. You did so by bobbing your head up and down until it was Yoru controlling you. Your tongue ran underneath his shaft with every movement of your head, leaving him euphoric to the point that his hips began rocking. Yoru's head snapped back from the overwhelming bliss as he cried curses in his native language, and the sight of him all sweaty and lewd like this motivated you to pleasure him even more. He'd often act tough outside, but you've always wished that he'd share his weaknesseses to you.

You felt your hair being pulled. You willingly obliged, releasing his cock from your mouth then gently pushing him to lay down on the bed. You knew Yoru loves it when you're on top, so you straddled his hips and slowly sank onto his girth, eyes focused on his. Both of you missed this feeling of being connected to each other as you moaned in unison. His hands met yours, fingers intertwined before pulling you closer to him. While you were still relishing on the feeling of him inside you, he whispered in a husky voice, "Go on, move. Show me you deserve to feel good."

His sudden retrieval of power from you turned you on, coaxing you to rock your hips, eliciting deep grunts from him. Yoru's hands fled to your hips, sliding down to your ass, squeezing it as you lowered yourself again on him. His eyes lingered on yours, his senses swallowing every bit of you- from your beautiful body to your melodious moans and fragrant scent of sex that blessed his territory with your presence once again. Everything was at its place. You were with him, and he's glad that he was right where he belonged: by your side. Yoru did his best to intensify your pleasure by fondling your breast with one hand and thumbing your clit with his other hand. You swore your mind was going blank from the way his hands occupied you, especially with him rubbing your core. It kind of made your movement sloppy. A deep chuckle escaped Yoru's lips as he adored your heated expression devoid of any thoughts except for your lovemaking. This urged him to seize your hips and move his instead. The yelp you let out was sultry, and it further motivated him to thrust harder.

Your back arched and your fingers clawed onto the bed sheet, "Ryo, please harder, I'm almost there."

"Me too," he mouthed breathlessly, his thrusts going faster and harder. His release was triggered by the way your walls clenched onto his dick, his warm cum pouring into you as you climaxed along with him. Yoru's hips continued thrusting onto yours, ensuring that every bit of his semen was inside you as a way of marking you as his. He sighed in relief as you pulled yourself away of him, a sight of his seed dripping from your swollen hole. You smiled at him before laying on his chest, his arms enclosing you into a loving embrace.

"So we're back together, yeah?"

You huffed in playful annoyance, "Of course, dummy."

"Just making sure," he said, brushing your hair then planting a kiss on your temples, " Suki desu."

"Love you too, Ryo."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

[hookingminor]

Hi! Can I request “cant sleep?” with Matthew Tkachuk please

“Can’t sleep?”

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It was hilariously juvenile knocking on Matthew’s basement bedroom window in the middle of the night like you were sixteen years old again, but unlike when you were sixteen, Matthew wasn’t waiting up for you. In fact, he was in a deep sleep before your incessant knocking ruined it, jarring him from his slumber and slightly pissing him off that you were bothering him.

“Aren’t we too old for this shit?” Matthew grumbled as he cracked open the window, giving you enough room to squeeze in and fall onto his bed. “I can’t stay up until three anymore like I used to. Let me guess. Can’t sleep?”

“Your bed is more comfortable than mine,” you said with a shrug, ignoring his bleary and annoyed face as you made yourself comfortable under his sheets.

Matthew didn’t bother to turn on any lights, just like how he did when he tried to hide you in his bedroom all those years ago. The only light that illuminated the room was the sparse moonlight coming in through the window that casted rays across his bed.

“My bed is more comfortable or I am?” He asked with a chuckle. It was the same excuse you used back then: saying his pillows were fluffier and his sheets were softer and his mattress shaped your body better, but Matthew knew it was all a lie. Truth be told, you always snuck over because when you had trouble sleeping, being wrapped in his arms was the only thing that could calm you down.

But even though he knew that truth, you’d never admit it.

“It’s a two for one,” you confessed quietly.

Matthew opened his arms for you the second after he settled back in bed, and you were curled into his side instantaneously, clinging to him like a leech as you intertwined your limbs.

“You know you can sleep over and enter through the front door like an adult, right? My parents have long since known you’ve been sleeping over since sophomore year.” And maybe that was true, but walking through the door and greeting his parents like you and Matthew were more than whatever thing you were seemed like too much to face. Plus, you hardly thought it was appropriate to tell them you were sharing a bed with Matthew when you weren’t anything serious.

“Yeah, but this reminds me of the old days. Sneaking in and bringing over chocolate pretzels while we watched Friends. Doing chemistry homework five hours before it was due and having you copy all my work. Talking about which dinosaur we would want as pets if they still existed.”

“I remember after graduation my mom told us that our secret sleepovers weren’t so secret because you laughed so loud you woke my mom and dad up multiple times,” Matthew laughed. The memory mortified you to this day, though it was especially embarrassing celebrating graduation and hugging Matthew’s parents after receiving your diploma just for her to say ‘if you’re going to sneak over now, can you do it during the day since you’re out of school now?’ Not to mention the amount of times she had to wash Matthew’s sheets and found crumbs in fabric.

“You know, I asked her why she never said anything,” Matthew added. “She said she was just happy we weren’t having sex and that I wasn’t sneaking out and going to parties.”

You snorted. “Your mother has too much faith in you.” Sex and parties were Matthew’s favorite high school hobbies outside of hockey and cheating on math homework, he just wasn’t stupid enough to get caught in his own home.

“Nah, I think she just held out hope that you had me on the straight and narrow.”

You reigned in Matthew as best you could when you were kids, acting as the calm to his storm and settling him down when he got too rowdy, but you were only capable of so much. Chantal always thought there was something deeper going on between you and Matthew, and she still believed it even though neither of you had acted on anything. Except for the few meaningless kisses friends shared every now and then.

“And now you’re the one in bed early like a grandpa, and I’m the one who wants to do something.”

“I’m not as young as I used to be,” Matthew let out a faint chuckle, clearly letting the exhaustion wash over his body again. Despite him wanting to continue a conversation, he wasn’t as young as he once was and couldn’t fight the fatigue. The time for talking was over.

Only a minute later Matthew drifted off to sleep, his snores an indication that he was out like a light. The fingers stroking your arm slowed to a stop though he kept you close to his body, leaving you alone to overthink your relationship and how you got to where you were.

The off-season wouldn’t last forever, and the thought made your heart drop to your stomach. But with the moonlight strewn across Matthew’s face, you took a moment to appreciate all that you’ve gone through together. The summer wouldn’t be long, but maybe it’d be just long enough for you to figure some things out.