#and then on top of that we went trick or treating so i got even more candy

[kerosene-saint]

it's gonna take me so long to get through all these snacks and candy I got last night

[bunny-jpeg]

i testify this love

fernando alonso prompt: sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

tags: smut/pwp, semi-public sex, stroll!reader, alcohol consumption, age gaps (20s/40s), getting caught, against-the-window sex, canadian!reader (🫡🍁)

the pastel collection (coming soon)

it started out the evening after the canadian grand prix. while your brother still couldn't bring the title home for canada. your lover did surprisingly well.

"third isn't terrible, honey." you said as you stayed curled up with your much older lover on the couch. his hand around you and up against your ass. you were both on the couch in your apartment in the city. fernando didn't have to leave until wednesday which meant you had some time with your lover.

he held onto you and smiled down at you, you felt your heart flutter. fernando alonso was your man.

the man was a good deal older than you, but you were still an adult. despite how your family sometimes treated you, you were a mature young lady who was pursuing a career in journalism at concordia. it was a charmed life, but yet you missed your lover.

"wanted to win it. because if lance wasn't going to win it. i at least wanted you to have my trophy in your home while we were apart." fernando replied as he took a sip of his drink before he leaned over to kiss you on the lips.

fernando had recently started to consider the canadian grand prix as a secondary 'home' race, he spent most of the off season with you if you weren't with him at his home in spain." he had grown to love montreal, even though your brother hadn't lived there in forever, it was still your home. you found it charming that fernando felt that way.

you sipped your wine and rubbed your legs together. just enough wine made you turned on, it also didn't help that it was hot in the city and the wine only raised your temperature. and there weren't many layers left to shed. you were in a tank top and flannel shorts.

fernando ran his hand up into your hair and played with the stands before he leaned in to kiss you lightly on the lips. you got closer to him. wine glass in one hand while you ran your hand across his abdomen. he had made himself quite comfortable in your apartment. and you find it particularly endearing.

when you got up to get more wine however, that was when the true fernando alonso came out. while he spoiled you in many ways, he also spoiled himself on you. so when you got up, he followed. in front of the large window of your apartment, he took you by the waist and kissed you on the lips. he took the wine glass out of your hand and placed in on a nearby table. you moaned into the kiss and fernando savoured it.

he held you tightly in his arms and you looked at him with a knowing look. he kissed you once more and like a magic trick your tank top was off. you were forced to step back and your lover had you up against the large window.

while you weren't in the tallest apartment building in the city, you had faith that no one could see what was going to happen. you placed both hands on fernando's chest and looked him in the eyes.

you giggled a little as you draped your arms around his shoulders soon after and went in for another kiss. there was something electric about your lover. despite the age gap, he knew exactly how to make you squirm. fernando placed his hands on your hips and got your shorts down, he eyed your pretty panties before you ended up seated on the edge of the window and those panties were taken from you.

you in turn stripped fernando of his clothes, admiring him when he got his shirt over his head and his cock out of his sweatpants. the angle was a little awkward but fernando had you pressed up against the glass of the window. it quickly fogged up and he sank himself into you.

"fuck, honey." you arched your back a little and clutched onto your lover's shoulders. you felt a shudder of want through you as you two fucked against the window.

fernando admired you, the shape of your body. the little dimples in your skin. he couldn't believe you were related to lance. while he wasn't ugly by any means, it seemed like you got all the good looks. not that fernando was complaining, he'd rather fuck you than your brother.

he kissed up your neck and you tilted your head back as your backside rubbed against the cool window. it felt nice against the heat in your skin. you moaned a little louder and clutched onto his shoulders tightly.

"mmm, i know why your father didn't want you on the track. cause all kinds of problems." he groaned into your ear as his thrusts picked up momentum. you could feel the tightness of pleasure curl in the back of your brain.

you groaned, "please, fuck. fernando." you then laid a messy kiss square on his mouth and he melted into the kiss. your legs remained wrapped around him as he continued to thrust up into you.

he knew you hated talking about family while the two of you fucked. but he also knew it turned you on even more. to know that you were being a bad girl. well that was something else. his words were filthy as he said, "if they could see you now. i bet they know already, they've seen us together. everyone knows about you and i, but i wonder how much they know about what we get up to in the bedroom." he kissed the corner of your mouth and your core throbbed.

"please."

it only spurred your lover on, "i know lance knows. he isn't a stupid boy." he fucked your faster, his hands tightly on your hips as he made you hit up against the window, "you weren't quiet in the hotel room a few weeks back. you came to see your brother win and instead you didn't even go to the race."

you remembered it vividly, it wasn't that long ago. but you remembered the feeling of him inside of you. the light filtering through the window. he fucked you up against the bed, the headboard rocked heavily. only accompanied by your moans and fernando's attempts to quiet you down.

"please, honey." you shifted your hips a little as the wood of the ledge dug into your behind. he fucked you with a heavy force that made all rationale leave your brain. it was hard to have some semblance of control when fernando was making a beautiful mess of your soaked, achy cunt.

you could never deny yourself a lover like fernando. even if he raced for another team, you'd still be keeping his cock warm every chance you got. he spurred something in you. the stroll daughter who was on honour roll every year, who was a top pick for one of the highest ranked universities in canada. a star in your own right. and fernando enabled a darker part of you, spurred on a sort of sexual deviancy as he fucked you with a heavy passion.

"if they don't know by now. then i'll make them know. imagine your father's shock if he saw your poor neck covered in bites or your thighs covered in bruises i gave you." he moved faster. he hit against all the softest parts of you and it made euphoria shiver through your core.

for a man his age, he still fucked like a man in his prime. he'd still consider himself still in his prime.

you panted heavily and held onto him tightly. your skin felt cool, but also burning hot from the hot intensity of your fucking. your noises were a little louder, but this was the privacy of your own home. you could let yourself be loud.

it didn't help that fernando had the sort of dirty talk that melted you like ice. any exterior you put up was easily pulled down by the sultry words of your older lover. you clawed at his back, his shoulder strong and when he beard rubbed up against the soft skin of your neck, your toes curled.

his hot breath against you as the two of you continued to fuck up against your window. the city alive below as the two of you moved against one another. everything felt more alive, heated beyond measure. there was something about your fernando that left you breathless. he held onto you tightly by the hips.

"only you." he said with heavy affection.

you smiled at him, something else besides hot lust bloomed in your chest. love. total love for your darling man. you superstar, your lover. you kissed him once more. his scratchy beard under your fingertips.

the kiss deepened as you felt the height of pleasure in your system. the bloom of it throughout you as he continued to fuck you. your toes curled and your back arched before you came around his cock. your orgasmic noises muffled by his lips against yours. a shudder went through you as you were chest to chest.

"amazing. you feel amazing." his pace staggered as he felt himself close to climax as well. his lips touched the side of your neck, he almost sank his blunt teeth into your skin as he came inside of you. his pace continued through his climax. he could feel a little weaker in the knees and his back hurt from the angle. but regardless he continued to shove every inch inside of you.

he wanted you to remember him after he left for the next race. a familiar ache from his bruising pace.

"fernando. ah." you said softly as he slowed to a stop. when he pulled out, you slumped up against the glass. it was fogged up and a bit warm by now. but it supported you while you got your bearings.

you both looked at each other and a sly smile crossed your face. he looked back at you with those daring brown eyes, he crowded your space and pulled you in for another heated kiss.

you knew this wasn't the only round tonight.

-

the next morning you could already feel the embarrassment in your ears before your father spoke. it was the ultimate downside of your father being your boyfriend's boss and your brother being his teammate. anything between you two was a family affair.

lawrence pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked at you. in the chair beside you was fernando, who looked he had gone through something like this a dozen times. your father asked, 'care to explain why both ctv and le journal de montréal have photos and you and fernando having sex?"

you meekly replied, "invasion of privacy." with the most unassured shrug you could muster. your father looked at you and you quickly adverted your gaze. next time, you'd make sure to close the blinds. <3

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:33 pm]

You knew Jeno was a good dad, he knew it, your friends knew it, anybody who had seen him interact with your guys' daughter knew it. Right now, it wasn't feeling like he was a great dad. He was tired, cold, his feet hurt, and he just wanted to go to bed.

But he wasn't in bed, he doubted he was even close to getting to bed due to the toddler standing in front of him with her hands on her hips which she definitely got from you. Jeno sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, not believing that he was arguing with his almost 3 year old. He expected this 10 years from now!

He thought the terrible twos were a myth. How could his perfect baby girl ever turn into a little menace? When people warned him he'd wave them off. Not his baby girl Not his baby girl who gave him her first smile, who never struggled to be put to sleep, who didn't struggle to get rid of her pacifier. She was just too perfect to ever become a menace.

"And I eat my candy!" The toddler yelled while stomping her pink, sparkly shoe-clad foot.

In any other situation Jeno would have thought this would be funny, cute even, but not right now. You had both already let her stay up an hour and a half past her bedtime to take her trick or treating and splurged on her over the top princess dress with accessories.

She was hard to say no to but he had to be firm, "Baby, no. It's time for a bath and bed."

"I eat one candy," she held up her tiny pointer finger, "then bedtime."

He shook his head, "You ate candy while we were walking baby, it's time for bed. You're tired."

She shook her head and pointed her wand in his direction, "Appa, I said one candy then bed."

"Appa said no, let's go. Now," Jeno stated firmly. He wishes you had taken care of bedtime, but it was only fair considering you helped her get ready. He heard the little fit she threw when you made her wear tights under her dress and when you redid her hair 4 times because it didn't look like "princess hair."

The toddler sighed and waved Jeno off and made her way to the kitchen, where you had both set he bucket of candy on the counter. He sighed again, she could not be more predictable. 3, 2, 1... there went a chair scraping along the floor.

"The bath is ready baby, let's go!" You called from the bathroom.

"Candy?" The toddler called back.

"No, come play with the bubbles."

An excited squeal sounded out and a quick rush of pink and purple tulle flashed before his eyes. Jeno couldn't believe all it took was bubbles. Freaking bubbles!

He threw himself onto the couch with a long, deep sigh. It felt like only a few seconds before he felt the familiar weight of his two year old on his back.

"Tell Appa you're sorry for arguing," you instructed. The toddler complied quietly, placing a very wet kiss on his cheek. "Now, it's time for bed baby, goodnight," you told her with a flurry of kisses on her smiling cheeks.

Putting her to bed was easy, by the time she was tucked in and Jeno turned around to flick on the nightlight, she was knocked out. He laughed under his breath and trudged back to the kitchen, to catch sight of you and a small pile of candy wrappers.

"I am so glad this night is over. Chocolate?" You offered with a tired smile.

“Next year we can just tell her Halloween was cancelled.”

-

A/n: happy Halloween!!

[corroded-hellfire]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8BChQY6/

I was just reading the AYW halloween fic u posted and I saw this and can you imagine Eddie pulling this stunt on Ryan and Luke. I feel like this is how they would react

Surprise, another AYW story! I've had this request since last year, so I apologize to the anon who has been waiting so long. This takes place the day after this Halloween story!

Words: 1.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“No, you didn’t!” 

“Yes, I did.”

“No! You did not!”

“Where is it then?”

It’s next to impossible for Eddie to keep a straight face. 

Luke frowns and flops back against the cushions on the couch. His natural Munson dramatics are on full display, even at five years old. 

“You didn’t eat our candy!” Ryan insists.

It takes everything in you not to start laughing at their small, affronted faces. You gave them each one piece of candy on the ride home from school and one when they got home. That’s all the candy they’ve laid eyes on today—they don’t know their stash from last night is in a big bowl on the top shelf of the pantry. But Eddie, being Eddie, had to take the opportunity of their lack of visibility to tease them. After a long day at work, it seems to be relaxing him actually. 

“How could you eat all of that?!” Luke demands, running his hands down his face.

“We shared,” Eddie says, nodding his head towards you. You fight the impulse to raise your eyebrows at him for looping you into his evil plan. 

“That’s what you did after we went to bed?” Ryan asks, brow furrowing.

God, the things I wanted to do with her last night… Eddie thinks. 

“We’re never going to bed again,” Luke says. 

“You even ate the candy corn?” Ryan’s nose wrinkles up at the thought of anyone eating that gross candy. 

“Even that,” you say. 

“This is so unfair!” Luke slides down from the couch to the floor, lying face down on the carpet. “It’s all I was looking forward to today. What’s even the point anymore?”

Both you and Eddie have to turn away and hide your muffled laughter. Five seems a little young to be having some sort of existential crisis. 

Once recovered, Eddie looks back at his son. Luke face planting on the ground and Ryan slumped over the arm of the couch in annoyance. He toys with stringing them along a little bit longer but decides he’s had his fun.

“How about this,” Eddie starts. “I’ll get you more candy if you do one thing.”

“What?” Ryan asks as both boys’ heads pop up.

“Remember that dance you learned yesterday?” Eddie’s eyes drift to you and you share a smirk.

After school and before trick-or-treating yesterday you taught the small Munsons how to do the Time Warp dance from Rocky Horror. 

“Yeah,” Luke answers.

“I wanna see it again,” Eddie tells them.

You’ve never seen the boys get up on their feet so quickly before. They’re both ready, hands on hips, to perform the choreography. 

“Do you happen to have the soundtrack?” you ask Eddie.

He swivels his head in your direction and cocks an eyebrow. It’s a look that says did you really just ask me that?

“What kind of music aficionado and 70s kid would I be if I didn’t have it?” He pushes himself up from the chair and walks over to his collection near the stereo.

“Well, pardon me,” you tease.

Eddie chuckles and looks over his shoulder at you with a cheeky smile.

“I actually only have it because my friend Dustin got two for his birthday one year and he gave me the extra.”

You walk over to him and playfully swat his shoulder blade.

“Making me feel dumb,” you mumble.

Eddie plucks the CD from a pile and turns to wrap one arm around your shoulders.

“Aw come on, sweetheart,” he says, looking at you with those damn brown eyes that make you melt. “Who would I be if I didn’t mess with the people I care about?”

Your heart flutters but you immediately try to tamp it down. It would make sense that he cares for you, given that he trusts you to watch his children every day for over six months now. It’s nothing more than that, you convince yourself. Because you have to. 

“Can we dance, please?” Luke huffs. “I want my chocolate.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says. He pops the CD out of the case and slides it into the stereo.

It's astounding

Time is fleeting

Madness takes its toll

But listen closely

Not for very much longer

I've got to keep control

The boys wiggle, loosening up as they wait for the chorus. Both you and Eddie watch in excited anticipation. 

“Here it is,” Luke tells his brother. 

Ryan nods and adjusts his hands on his hips.

It's just a jump to the left

The boys take giant hops to the left, Luke almost knocking into his brother. 

And then a step to the right

Put your hands on your hips

The boys don’t have to do the motion since they’ve had them there the entire time.

You bring your knees in tight

But it's the pelvic thrust

It really drives you insane

A giggle bursts out of you as the boys wiggle their hips—which is what you taught them because no children need to learn what “pelvic thrust” means.

The music winds down and the little dancers melt down onto the living room carpet.

“Bravo,” Eddie says, starting a slow clap. You join in as the brothers get up and take bows.

“Candy?” Luke asks.

“Hmm,” Eddie hums. He keeps his face neutral as he presses his hands to his thighs to rise from his seat. 

Their eyes never leave their father as he makes his way into the kitchen. When he disappears due to a wall, they lean over to keep Eddie in their sights. The squeak of the pantry door echoes out to the living room and your eyes are automatically attracted to the little sliver of skin that shows when Eddie reaches up to the top shelf. 

A dramatic gasp comes from Luke as Eddie pulls down the same large orange bowl that the pooled candy was put into last night. 

“You didn’t eat it!” the five-year-old growls.

“You liar!” Ryan calls, pointing at his father.

“I did not lie,” Eddie says as he strolls back into the room. “I was tricking you. You know, as in, trick-or-treat.”

“Now gimme my treat,” Luke says, making grabby hands.

You plop down on the couch and pull the smaller boy into your lap.

“Will you share with me?” you ask.

“Yeah, you’re a nice lady.”

You chuckle and wrap your arms around Luke as Ryan sits down next to you and Eddie puts the bowl on the coffee table.

“Okay, give me all your KitKats,” Eddie says.

“Go fish,” Ryan says, snatching up a KitKat and unwrapping it before his dad can get it.

“Can this be our dinner?” Luke asks.

“It can be your dinner if you go to bed in ten minutes,” Eddie says.

Luke sighs. “Never mind.”

[queenimmadolla]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You surprise Eddie with your baby's first trick-or-treat costume. Spoiler alert: she's adorable.

a/n: for maisie 🩷

more penny and Eddie here

“I’m waitiiiiiiiiing.” Eddie sang out from the couch, tugging at the neck of the cream colored turtleneck you’d guilted him into wearing. It wasn’t as bad as the sweater he had to wear with it. Truly the ugliest thing he had ever seen. 

  It was so ugly, it offended him and he was a little grumpy about it, which you teased was appropriate considering he was supposed to be dressed as Bert from Sesame Street. 

  Yeah. Sesame Street. 

  The (totally) gay puppets.

“You’ll have to get close.” Eddie had threatened when you pulled out eyeliner, not to line his eyes like you did before one of his shows or a date night, but to link his brows together in the most unrealistic looking unibrow ever. 

  Once upon a time, up until like two Halloweens ago, Eddie had used this day to be completely and thoroughly chaotic. Messy. Well, as messy as the social pariah could be on Halloween. So just really drunk, maybe high—sometimes both—making out with someone who wouldn’t acknowledge his existence the following day (and he was very grateful for you for breaking the curse on that last carefree Halloween). But that was the old Eddie Munson.

  Gone was the Eddie Munson that either went all out–in leather, eyeliner and fake blood–or barely tried with some devil horns and a bad sense of humor for halloween to deal weed and drugs, smoke weed and drink til he threw up, or get fucked. Granted, he wasn’t going through this change alone. 

  Your opportunities to party on Halloween night with your friends–having all gotten ready together for the big, slutty night out–drinking ‘til you were stupid only to wake up on your bedroom floor (sometimes not even yours and on one year, the top of your neighbor’s car) with no real repercussions were no more.

  Your days as primarily careless teenagers and now young adult were over, replaced with enjoying the night in a way you were both surprised to find that you didn’t hate, even as early twentysomethings. 

  Hell, the both of you were eager–even if Eddie had to wear a lame costume. He’d wanted to be Ernie, at least.

  “Shut up!” You called back from the bedroom. Eddie snickered at the amusement hidden under your voice and shifted until he was lounging on his side, arm propped up with his hand.

  “Still waitiiiiiiiing!”

  You’d been hiding a certain costume from him for the past three weeks, and the anticipation was killing him.

  “You are the most impatient man I have ever met.” 

  “I just gotta have you, baby.” Came his immediate response and his grin widened when he realized he didn’t even have to think up replies for your quips, it just came natural now. He knew you that well. Still made him giddy and want to kick his feet in the air.

  He loved being married to you. Sue him.

  “Okay, here we come!” You announced and Eddie scrambled to sit up straight, eagerly leaning forward to get an early peak. 

  You walked down the short hall, dressed in a striped sweatshirt, jeans with the bottoms rolled into cuffs and a pair of red converse. Ernie. But Eddie already knew what your costume was, it was a couple’s costume and you were indeed a couple. 

  It was who you were glancing back at, just out of his line of sight, that held his curiosity. 

  “C’mon, baby. Go show daddy!”

  At your prompting, your baby–just a couple of months over a year old–came waddling out, footsteps awkward as she got used to the orange duck feet covering her own and the padding and stuffing of her yellow duck costume, clutching a bottle you’d given her to keep her from fussing while you got her dressed. Her curly little head and chunky cheeks were framed in the hood of the costume, with the duck’s  head resting on hers.

  “Are you kidding me?” Eddie asked, mouth dropping open as his eyes darted from his cute little spawn in her adorable costume to your smug expression and back, “Are you joking? OH MY GOD!”

  Eddie reached his arms out to Penny, fingers curling into his fists as he made grabby hands, “You are so precious, my little baby, come to daddy!”

  Penny was delighted with his praise, drooly mouth dropping open and big brown eyes sparkling as she rushed forward. Her lack of coordinated motor skills paired with the duck feet and the padding of her duck bottom throwing her equilibrium off meant she immediately lost her balance and you and Eddie both inhaled sharply, quickly rising to attention as she wobbled forward briefly, then fell back on her cushioned tail feathers.

  It was far from a dangerous fall, so you and Eddie stood frozen, waiting for her response so as to not sway her to have a certain response, having taken her to the doctor’s after a fall once only to learn she was perfectly fine and had only started crying because you had. 

  You both learned real quick to wait for her response after falling, sometimes she cried and had a boo boo that Daddy and Mommy could fix with some first aid and a kiss, and other times she'd run right into the wall, get up, and walk away (albeit while muttering in angry baby gibberish).

  Penny blinked once, eyes flying from your face to her dad’s before she wiggled her bum against the floor, set her bottle down next to her and tried to stand up. 

  You both let out matching sighs of relief before Eddie darted forward to scoop her up.

  “Are you rubber ducky?” Eddie asked once he had her situated in his arms. All she did was give him that big, beautiful smile of hers (no longer gummy with the teeth she had coming in but thinking about that made Eddie teary eyed) before her attention strayed to his long curls and her chunky little fist flew out to grab some of it, staring it down before she put it in her mouth.

  “Say, yes, baby.” You encouraged her after picking up her bottle, hand tucking in one of her curls peaking out.

  “Yesh.” She parroted, mouthing aggressively at the hair in her fist. While she was distracted, Eddie took the opportunity to press kisses into her cheek, smothering her in them until she grew annoyed and snapped her head in his direction, mouth wide in protest.

  “Sor-ry!” He huffed, still grinning as he pressed another one into her soft cheek. She was all talk  and no bite. Mostly.

  “What does the duck say, baby?” You asked, trying to prompt her. She could do some of the animal sounds and she’d gotten the duck right a few times.

  “Moooo.” And sometimes she moo’d.

  “That is one interesting duck.” Eddie commented and you shushed him.

  “No, baby. Quack.”

  “Cack.”

  Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Okay, that’s a little too close to–we’ll stick with moo.”

  You grabbed her trick-or-treat bag, a disposable camera and a couple of other things you thought you might need to take her trick-or-treating for the first time, while Eddie continued to coddle her, only putting her down when you were all ready to go. 

  Penny was little miss independent until she caught sight of the steps outside of the trailer. Then she whimpered, dropped her bottle and turned to Eddie, shoving herself at his legs as she reached her little arms up to him.

  “Up! UP! Up!”

  It was mean of him, really it was, because Penny was genuinely afraid of the steps but that also meant she demanded her daddy hold her in his arms, and that wasn’t really a loss for him so he hoped she’d hang onto that fear for a while before she got inventive and found another way to climb down them without him.

  Eddie picked her up and she curled into his chest, chin on his shoulder as she clung to him with the duck head on her hood hitting the side of his face. He was trying to hide his smile but it was much too large to conceal and you glared at him with no malice, more amused with Eddie than anything.

  “It’s okay, sweetpea. Daddy will protect you from those big, mean steps.”

  He cackled as you shook your head with a smile. 

  “You are so messed up, capitalizing off of her fear.”

  “Hey–it’s easy for you, she still demands and needs your boob. Did you see her refuse my kisses in there? I’m fighting for her affection here. And I’m gonna keep doing it, as soon as she gets over her fear of steps, I’m telling her a monster lives underneath them. Now, let's go get some candy I’ll also eat on her behalf.”

  He bounded cheerfully out the door, Penny bouncing in his arms while you locked up behind him and called out in your laughter.

  “And using your baby for candy–oh, you’ve got to choke tonight. I’ll save you, but you’ve got to choke.”

  Eddie paused, waiting for you to catch up as his lips curled into smirk in a very Grinch like manner and you groaned, eyes squeezing shut as you realized what he was implying without having to verbalize it. 

  “I mean, I’d be happy to arrange that–”

  “Keep walking, Bert. We only have an hour and a half so we’d better get a move on if you want a decent amount of candy to steal from your own baby.”

  “I’m not above taking candy from any baby.” He confirmed leaning down just as you leaned up to meet in a kiss, the both of you smiling into it. It was brief, ending when Penny accidentally pecked the both of you with the head of her costume.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Folly x Reader

grapes are here!! time to munch, also new merch for something i love me and my best friend are going to get each other it as Christmas gifts! we did the same last year for something else we both love, still one of my favorite shirts i have

- How the hell you managed to bag a nine and a half foot tall primordial being is a mystery to everyone, even you in all honesty

- Folly is interesting to say the least, at first she treated you no different then anyone else but as time went on and she begun to take more of an interest in you, and finding that your kindness towards her was genuine, not any sort of trick, slowly she became less cold and malevolent towards you, eventually it got to a point where if you were having a nightmare she’d use her powers to stop it

- Eventually when you do get together, how official it was is up to debate, she still acts the same bit has a certain kindness to her voice, her insults and hate aren’t actually real, she’s just scared to truly let her guard down around anyone, no matter how much she’s beginning to trust you now, you understand and are very patient with her letting her say bad things since you know she doesn’t truly mean them

- Since she’s so large she picks you up like a plushie or teddy bear, it would be funny if you weren’t squirming as she smirked, we’ll you’re assuming she’s smirking, she doesn’t have a mouth so based on her eyes you assume if she could smirk she would be smirking

- Speaking of her lack of mouth she can’t exactly kiss you, she was very against the idea of you kissing her mask at first, it is one of the most vulnerable parts of her, eventually when she grants you permission you cover her entire mask in kisses, you don’t kiss where it broke though for both of you, she gets very flustered by it and disappears in her cloud of smoke, now though she’s more chill with it, it still does fluster his but if you ask if you can kiss her she lets you, and leans down, or stands next to something you can stand in to reach her face without her having to hunch down more then she already done normally

- On top of holding you like a stuffed animal she doesn’t really do small touches, her touches are go big or go home, holding you mostly, especially since her hands are so large small touches are harder, whenever you try and hold hands you just hold one of her fingers instead, or grab the edge of her sweater sleeve, which like her mask she was hesitant about but less so since it wasn’t broken like her mask

- If Folly can’t be around you she watches you through the aspens, it was really creepy at first since you felt like you were being watched then you realized it was her so you when alone will hug the trees as if hugging her to say thanks for watching over you, it doesn’t get less creepy watching the fake pupils on the trees move to follow you though, you will never get used to that

- Her dates aren’t conventional, they still happen but they’re not the usual dates people think of, some are close but not quite, like tending to a garden, granted it’s a forest of aspens in the dark expanse of where she comes from but it’s close enough, or a sleep over, which just means you fall asleep on her and you do something in your dream together, another is baking, that happens at your place which she doesn’t fit in that well and she can’t eat anything you bake but it’s still nice, she helps you bake and gets stuff on herself that you wipe off with a laugh

- She sometimes tells you of how her home use to look like, beautiful and comforting, it was like a dream, till it became a nightmare, you tell her that even if everything’s changed you love her no matter what she’s gone through, and no matter what she still may go through

- You occasionally visit Wallter with her, he’s the closest thing to a friend she has but she almost always sees him in his dreams, so they don’t usually see each other in person, when they do she does her usual thing of being all edgy and brooding but while discussing poetry and listening to piano music, and pretending to drink tea, she lets you actually drink it she just likes to pretend

- Her love language is closest to quality time, granted most of that time is in your dreams, but based on how often she visits them just to be close to you and spend time with you, so your best assumption is quality time

- She knows many languages, comes from being a primordial being, so if you want to speak in another language or need help learning or translating one she can assist you, her favorite language however is any of the slavic languages, which is why she has a Russian accent, so she enjoys teaching you words in Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, etc

- She makes you read her poetry, you don’t get a choice, you don’t mind but it can be inconvenient sometimes if you’re doing something and suddenly she appears telling you to read the newest poem she wrote, she’s really good at it though so it’s not too much of a bother since it’s an enjoyable read, to some degree, it’s very graphic and disturbing on occasion, or a lot of occasions

- She’s cold to the touch, after the cleaving her body no longer produces natural heat, which is a part of the reason she’s such a big cuddle bug, you’re warm and she quite literally parasites that warmth from you, she’s the kind of person to stick her cold ass hands on your exposed back when you aren’t expecting it making you shout at the sudden freezing touch

- Folly thought she’d never be happy again, she was broken, destroyed, used, abused, she never thought she’d ever feel like how she once did, which maybe she never will, but she has truly started feeling better since meeting you, maybe not truly happy but you do make her feel warm, literally and figuratively, so even if she knows she can never go back to that innocence and joy that once was her entire life she’s getting there

i love folly, not as much as mach but i still love her, and holy shit the cleaving was insane, also literally such a good depiction of a certain type of trauma, iykyk, which props to catjam, also just in general for creating folly, anyways imma probably nap, i am not immune to the afternoon naps

[g4yforethan]

love language

pairing: ethan landry x male!reader

summary: ethan and reader have fun on halloween night !

warnings: cursing, smut, top!ethan, bottom!reader

a/n: hii this is from a request so i tried my best ! also im so excited for halloween this year for some reason

it was halloween night and tara and anika had invited you to a halloween party and since you had no other plans going on that night, you figured why not? your boyfriend ethan landry was also going and you didn't want to feel left out or let him go by himself so you went with him. you got there and talked with tara and mindy and soon the three of you started taking shots together. after 2 shots, you started to feel a little sick and went over to ethan. “hey baby whats wrong?” you tell him how you feel and he walks you out. “hey how about we just go home instead?” “yeah if that’s okay with you ethan.” “of course baby let’s go.”

you two walk back to your apartment which helped you get rid of the annoying nausea you felt. once you came back, the two of you walked to your bed and sat down. “thanks for waking back with me.” “oh come on i wasn’t gonna leave you there was i?” you laughed and gave him a kiss on the lips. you realized it was just the two of you alone since you shared the apartment with chad as well. you looked at ethan who gave you the same look. you two kiss again and more and more. he picked you up and had you on his lap. you kiss his neck and he starts to take your shirt off.

“fuck you’re so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear which turns you on even more. you take his shirt off and start to leave hickies all over his neck and chest. he rolls his eyes back and grabs onto your hair. “ethan i want you inside of me.” his face turns red but he listens and lays you on your stomach. he licks yours hole for several minutes before teasing you with his tip. he goes in slowly grabbing you waist and massaging your back. “fuck ethan.” “you like that baby boy?” “yes baby.” each stroke he gave became more intense for you. he goes even faster as you start to arch your back. your roll your eyes back and moan in pleasure which turned ethan on even more. ethan turns you on your back and puts his dick back inside. he grabs your neck and kisses you while he goes faster and faster.

"i wanna ride your dick." you tell ethan as he positions himself on his back. you start to ride which sends an overload of pleasure into your body. you feel ethan's heavy breathing and sweat come onto you as you keep riding. he whimpers and moans in your ear. "fuck y/n i'm close." "cum inside of me baby." he moans as he fills your body with his cum. he kisses your neck as you cum not too long after. you kiss him and lay on his chest while he starts to play with your hair. "fuck y/n i guess those 2 shot really brought out something in you huh?" you laugh and playfully hit him. "whatever ethan. guess i was your treat with no tricks." ethan laughs and slightly cringes at your joke and gives you another kiss on your head.

a knock on the door interrupts you and ethan's pillow talk."hey ethan, y/n, i'm back! are you guys in here?" it was chad who had come back from the halloween party."uhh yeah we were just watching a movie together nothing much." chad seemed intrigued. "oo which movie? chucky? friday the 13th?""yeah one of those listen just give us 5 minutes." he was confused but obliged. you rush to put your clothes back on and leave the room. you run into chad who notices your messy hair. "did you just take a shower or is that sweat?" "uhh it's just sweat it's really hot in here." the temperature read 65 degrees. ethan comes out and asks chad if he could grab something from the lobby. chad leaves and a big sigh of relief rushes through you and ethan's body. the two of you kiss and laugh at the whole thing.

[ginnyw-potter]

The Chocolate Draught of Halloween

written for the Not tricks only treats event of @greenhouse-seven! Prompt: cosy Word count: 1000

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Harry stopped at his front door, bringing the tiny Beetlejuice in front of him to a halt.

“Go on, ring the bell,” Harry encouraged him.

Confused, Teddy looked up. “But uncle Harry, you live here!”

Harry smiled. “Just do it.”

Unsure, Teddy stood up on his tip toes and rang the bell. Footsteps sounded on the other side of the door. It opened, showing a brightly smiling Ginny as the sweet taste of chocolate hit his nose.

“Trick or treat!” Teddy shouted excitedly, the bag of candy in his hand swaying.

Ginny crouched down to Teddy’s height. “Does anyone want hot chocolate?”

Teddy nodded.

Ginny stood up and stepped aside. “Come on in then!”

Teddy happily walked past her into the living room.

She met eyes with Harry. “Do you want a treat?”

He leaned in closer to her. “I was rather thinking of showing you a trick later,” he told her in a soft whisper, grinning at her.

Her gaze was hard, but a smile danced around her lips. “Sweetheart.”

He chuckled lightly and kissed the corner of her mouth. He walked in and put Teddy’s treats on the table before helping Teddy up on his chair.

Ginny entered the kitchen and returned with three hot chocolates. They were bubbling pleasantly, soft purple bubbles escaping from it, floating up and popping in the air.

They both took a seat on either side of Teddy.

“It’s a potion?” Teddy asked in a conspiring whisper.

“Oh, yes,” Ginny responded in an equally conspiring tone. “Certainly is. The chocolate draught of Halloween.”

Teddy nodded knowingly. “It’s a potion,” he told Harry.

“I see,” Harry responded. “Do we know what is does?”

Ginny’s eyes met his for a moment, smiling softly.

Teddy turned his head back to Ginny and raised his eyebrows in question.

“It is a dream draught,” Ginny explained to him without hesitation. “The sweeter the chocolate, the sweeter your dreams. Now... there is one more secret ingredient.” She got closer to him. “It will make your dreams even sweeter, but you don’t want that, do you, Tedders?”

“I do, I do!” Teddy announced.

Ginny waved her wand, the bottle of whipped cream soaring in. “How sweet?”

“Veerrrryy sweet,” Teddy said with excessive certainty.

Ginny sprayed the whipped cream on top of his hot chocolate, making it a pretty dollop. “And you, Harry?”

He leaned his head on his hand. “Oh, I want very sweet dreams.”

She smiled and added whipped cream to both their chocolates. For a moment it was quiet as they enjoyed their chocolates.

Suddenly Teddy giggled.

“What?” Harry asked innocently.

Ginny, who had seen him do it, softly shook her head in amusement.

“You have whipped cream on your nose!”  Teddy pointed at it.

Harry gasped and went cross-eyed, looking towards his nose. “Oh no!”

Teddy laughed more as Harry tried to lick it off his nose, to no avail.

“Higher, uncle Harry, you almost got it!” His laughter echoed through the living room.

Harry sighed dramatically before wiping it off his nose. “Will I have smelly dreams now?”

Teddy shook his head. “No! Right, auntie Ginny?”

“I think you’re safe,” Ginny commented.

Harry looked towards Teddy. “Someone asked me where I found such vibrant green kid-safe hair dye.”

Teddy nodded along and his hair turned an even brighter green. “I didn’t change it, I was careful!”

“Good job. You’re becoming a big boy now,” Ginny told him.

Harry pulled the bag of candy towards him, sorting through it while they finished their hot chocolate.

“Go and put your pyjamas on.” Harry pulled Teddy’s chair back so he could step off easily. “And then you pick a book to read.”

 Ginny watched Teddy trod off, walked around the table and sat down in Harry’s lap. “You’re okay?”

He nodded. “I’ve kept busy, which helps.” He brought his arms around her waist, securing her against him.

“Okay.” Ginny smiled softly. “You’re so good with kids—with him.”

He caressed her cheek. “Are you thinking about it again?”

“No.” She shook her head unconvincingly. “Not at all.” She kissed him softly. “That being said, I don’t mind seeing that trick of yours later.”

Harry chuckled. “Right.”

“I’m stuck!” Teddy sounded on the edge of panic.

Ginny slipped off his lap and Harry walked into Teddy’s room.

He pulled Teddy’s head through the hole of his pyjamas, his godson’s eyes brightening at once as they met Harry’s.

“You need to undo a button or two first,” Harry told him gently, helping him into his pyjama trousers. “I split up the candy, some you’ll take home to grandma and the rest we keep here for when you visit. Sounds good?”

Teddy nodded. “Thank you for going with me today.”

“It was my pleasure,” Harry said. “Pick a book.”

Teddy walked to his pile of books and picked out the ‘The Memory Tree’, a book they had bought to talk about grief with him. Harry nodded quietly and sat down on Teddy’s bed; the boy tucked into his side.

As he neared the end of the book, Ginny appeared in the doorway, leaning against the wood as she watched. He read the few final lines and put the book down.

Teddy looked very thoughtful for a moment and then he looked up at Harry. “Can I have pumpkin pasties for breakfast?”

Harry laughed only because the question took him by surprise. “Yes.” He kissed the boy goodnight and tucked him in.

“Good night, Teddy,” Ginny wished from the door.

Harry walked into the living room with her. She turned to him and pulled him into a hug. They stood there for a moment; Ginny tucked against his chest while he rubbed circles on her back. A stray hot chocolate bubble passed by him, he watched it until it was out of sight.

Ginny lifted her head up with bright eyes. “Trick or treat?”

“Gin, what are you planning?”

She shook her head. “Just pick one,” she teased. “And perhaps you’ll find out...”

[darsynia]

Hand(s) Off | Ch1: Agony

(Steve Rogers/f!Reader sex pollen-esque multichapter)

STORY MASTERLIST | STEVE MASTERLIST | NEXT

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the most important person in your life. When he confesses to you that he lives at the Avengers tower, and the 'Steve' you've been hearing about for months is actually Steve Rogers, you think that nothing can top that revelation-- and then you find yourself trapped in Captain America's bedroom getting a second-hand dose of NYC's favorite new aphrodisiac, Mistress.

Length | Warnings: 3,271 | None this chapter; story will contain explicit sex descriptions and situations, MINORS DNI

Note: I want to make clear that I'm treating the issues of consent with sensitivity. This is not even a dubious consent story in my eyes; the choices these characters make are kind, as clear-eyed as possible under the circumstances, and respectful.

Excerpt:

“You grew up with Captain America?” you ask, impressed. Bucky Barnes can really keep a secret.

“Not at all. I grew up with Steve. Skinny, brave Steve. Never backed down from a fight, and now he doesn’t have to. C’mon,” he says, nodding toward the Avengers tower that’s visible in the distance.

There’s something in the back of your mind that’s important, something-- “Oh my God, Bucky!” you gasp, almost stumbling in your shock. “I dragged you to that trivia night, and you did so badly on the Avengers questions! You let me answer the all Captain America ones myself! I totally went on and on about how wonderful and handsome Steve Rogers is. I talked about his ass-- and he’s your best friend?”

“You squeak any higher you’re going to start catching the attention of every purse dog in the city,” Bucky teases gruffly. You shoot a look over, noticing that he’s trying not to grin.

“You jerk!” you say, nudging his right arm with your left elbow. “Were you feeling me out?”

Bucky starts cough-laughing. “You’re going to have to define that one for me.”

Chapter One: Agony

He’s falling and you can’t do anything about it.

Bucky’s shirt catches on a stub of a branch on the way down. You, the child whose balloon he was retrieving, and the kid’s mother all rush over when he lands in a heap.

“Oh my god, are you--” the mom starts to say.

“Here you go, kid. Hold tight, I’m not going after it again,” Bucky interrupts, hauling himself to his feet. 

“Wow! That looks like it didn’t hurt at all!” the kid says.

“It hurts. Everything hurts. I’m just trying to impress her.” He nods in your direction.

Even though it makes you crack up (because he’s absolutely not), this seems to do the trick. The mom takes a minute to tie a more secure knot in the balloon string before smiling nervously at the two of you and leading her son away.

“I’m sorry,” you wince, taking a picture of the hand-sized rip at Bucky’s armpit that reveals the metal of his arm underneath. You’ve never seen the whole thing, but you’ve felt the arm through his sleeve a couple of times.

“Why are you sorry? You told me not to do it.”

“I’m sorry to have been right?”

“Yeah, okay,” he says grimly, scowling at the phone you handed him and reaching around to feel the edges of the tear. “It shows the join, doesn’t it?”

You’ve been trying not to look, because, yeah, it does. The skin edging the metal graft looks burned and painful, definitely not appropriate for your museum plans. Bucky takes in your uncomfortable nod and his jaw clenches.

“We don’t have to go,” you offer.

“We’re going. I just have to…” He trails off, twisting the shirt around to get a better look. The two of you had decided to take the long way through the park. There’s about an hour before the interactive exhibit opens, but it’s the last day. He wouldn’t even tell you how he got the tickets.

“Okay, what if we swing by a corner store so I can grab a sewing kit--”

Bucky interrupts in a firm voice. “No need to waste the money. I’ll head back home to change; we can get a taxi from there. It’s a bit of a walk.” He shrugs the shirt back into position and starts back the way you’d come.

You have to jog to catch up. “That works.” There are a million things you want to say, but it’s Bucky who speaks first, after fifteen minutes of silence. The two of you reach a crosswalk, and he stops you with his left arm, which in your opinion is a choice.

“Spit it out.”

“You were keeping things separate. You shouldn’t change your mind unless you want to,” you say quietly. He’d said he wanted to keep this friendship to himself for a while, with no connection to the past, and no expectation for the future. You’d found that unexpectedly refreshing at the time, and you still do.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Bucky says. “It’s time. I probably would have sat on it for another month anyway.”

It’s been a six month journey from friendly to friends to close friends for the two of you, and it’s only been two months since he’d opened up about his agonizing past. You don’t know everything yet, and that’s okay. You might never know. As long as Bucky knows he can trust you, that’s what matters.

The light changes, and he guides you across, his body language more relaxed now. Still, you want to make things as easy for him as possible.

“I can wait in the lobby--”

“Shit. That won’t help,” Bucky says, coming to a complete stop in the middle of the sidewalk. “Did you ever look me up?”

“No! You asked me not to.”

He looks at you like you’re some sort of rare creature for a minute, and a slow, appreciative smile grows on his face. You get it-- when he’d told you his actual birthdate, that he’d gone missing in the 40’s, you’d been tempted. But… when someone with a medically engineered metal arm asks you not to poke around in his past, you don’t. Not if you care about him.

“There was a good reason for that, I’m assuming?”

Bucky’s chuckle is deep and amused. “Yeah. I ah, live with the Avengers. Steve’s last name is Rogers. Steve Rogers.”

You’ve heard all about his best friend Steve, enough to feel affection for the man without ever having met him-- but this is not what you were expecting. At all.

“You grew up with Captain America?” you ask, impressed. Bucky Barnes can really keep a secret.

“Not at all. I grew up with Steve. Skinny, brave Steve. Never backed down from a fight, and now he doesn’t have to. C’mon,” he says, nodding toward the Avengers tower that’s visible in the distance.

There’s something in the back of your mind that’s important, something-- “Oh my God, Bucky!” you gasp, almost stumbling in your shock. “I dragged you to that trivia night, and you did so badly on the Avengers questions! You let me answer the all Captain America ones myself! I totally went on and on about how wonderful and handsome Steve Rogers is. I talked about his ass-- and he’s your best friend?”

“You squeak any higher you’re going to start catching the attention of every purse dog in the city,” Bucky teases gruffly. You shoot a look over, noticing that he’s trying not to grin.

“You jerk!” you say, nudging his right arm with your left elbow. “Were you feeling me out?”

Bucky starts cough-laughing. “You’re going to have to define that one for me.”

“--stop by, that’s all I ask. Redwing would love it,” Sam grins as he opens the door to Tony’s lab.

“I’ll try, but did you have to say it like that?” Steve groans before heading into Dr. Banner’s workspace right next door. A new street drug named Mistress has been causing concern, and with SHIELD still in transition, the government has called on the scientific wing of the Avengers to help figure out how to combat the substance. 

Mistress is an aphrodisiac, a potent one. Banner’s preliminary tests show that it’s likely not of Earth origin, which has slowed down their testing considerably due to safety concerns. That’s where Steve comes in; Bruce thinks his fast metabolism could be the key to figuring the stuff out without putting too many others at risk. That and his lack of a romantic partner. 

Apparently the drug enhances a person’s desire to have sex to a strong need, strong enough that there’s no data on what happens if they don’t. The stuff reportedly burns through people, causing dangerous fevers that have officials fearful that someone’s going to get dosed and killed, not to mention the consent issues.

“Hey, Steve,” Banner says. “I don’t know if you’ve met Doctor Lyonne?”

“I haven’t. First or last name?” Steve asks the attractive female doctor.

“Oh, nice one. ‘Lyonne’ is my married name, though. Sorry to possibly disappoint,” she says easily.

Banner smiles at Steve’s wave-off gesture and says, “I’ll leave you two experts to the interpersonal stuff.” He ignores them in favor of a large glass jar with a bunch of warning labels stuck to it. The liquid inside is clear, and all signs point to it being the drug in question. “All right,” Bruce finally says, stepping away and scratching out about four things on his clipboard. “The plan is to expose you in measured doses and observe the results. It’s pretty volatile-- works if ingested, soaks into the skin, and we think it’s capable of being aerosolized under certain conditions. Drinking it will be the most controlled method, so Dr. Lyonne is setting up dosing cups for me. She’s got a class to teach in about forty minutes, so--”

“That’s his delicate way of saying I’ll be out of your hair and unable to observe anything you’ll be going through over the course of the tests,” Lyonne interrupts.

The door that joins the two labs swings open before Steve can respond, and Tony leans his head in. He’s wearing one of his Iron Man suits. “Before you ramp up Icy Hot here, can I show you my new toy?”

“This is a segue to a sex toy joke, Steve. Retreat, retreat!” Sam calls out from behind Tony.

“I’m wounded!” Tony says, muttering, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that first.” He walks in and grins, holding up his left arm. “Check it out. Nav is still a little spotty, but--”

Steve watches as a shape lifts up from Tony’s bicep area on the suit, similar to Redwing but oval and smaller. 

“Tony, I’d be happy to look at it pretty much any other time, but--”

“You have the whole rest of the day blocked out, Bruce, just give me this!”

The friendship between Stark and Banner always makes Steve nervous. They are the closest aligned in terms of work ethic and smarts, but farthest apart in temperament-- and that’s before the Hulk is brought into play. Steve inches closer to the large glass jug of Mistress as Tony gesticulates wildly, sending the drone careening around the room.

It starts beeping.

“Shit!” Tony shouts. “Uh… apparently something I did set the self-destruct?”

“Why does your drone have a self destruct, Tony?” 

Bruce sounds incredulous and angry, and Steve doesn’t have his shield. As though Tony had set up the whole situation for maximum drama, the thing is headed straight for the jug. Steve lunges to protect it as Bruce maneuvers himself to take the explosion for the team. Someone screams for JARVIS to lock down the building.

Steve lifts the drug container high, meaning to leap out of the way with it, but there’s nowhere to go. The drone’s explosive impact brings forth the Hulk-- which sends Steve and the jug flying backwards into the lab equipment.

Things turn a bit surreal when you enter the tower. Bucky takes you to a secret side entrance (to avoid the press, he says) but when he gets into the elevator, he seems confused when he can’t talk to it. You’re just about to make a Star Trek joke when he explains there’s usually an artificial intelligence that runs the building, but it’s not responding.

You’re used to pretty much anything apartment-related being out of order, so you’re not fazed. Once inside his apartment, you point out that there’s a sticky note on the opposite side of the door, and Bucky grabs it, his brows furrowing as he reads.

“Shit,” he grins, holding up the note. “Stay here? You’re not authorized for this area.”

“Better hurry!” The tickets for the exhibit are for 1:30, and it’s already 12:50. With a nod, he jogs back into the hallway toward the elevator, and just like that you’re alone in Bucky’s apartment.

It is immediately apparent that he doesn’t live here alone. Underneath a coat rack with multiple jackets is a shoe tray with at least five pairs of shoes in two different sizes. The living room is cozy and lived-in; you see the familiar sight of a bottle of Bucky’s favorite beer sitting on an end-table-- right beside a coaster.

You’re about to reach for it when an alarm sounds, accompanied by an urgent voice.

=Tier One protection activated. Retreat to an interior room and wait for further instructions. Attention: Tier One protection activated. Retreat to an interior room and wait for further instructions.=

You freeze in fear for a few seconds, but when the instruction repeats a few seconds later, you hear a grinding noise in the wall. It’s frightening enough that you dart into the hallway and inside the first open door. The reason for the sound becomes terrifyingly clear a few seconds later as a metal panel encased in the doorframe slides down, too quickly for you to slip out underneath it.

The room turns pitch black in the space between one frightened breath and the next.

After taking a minute to listen for danger, you make your way by feel to the far wall, looking for the light switch. On the way, you trip over something that turns out to be a pair of men’s slippers. You’re glad to let your eyes adjust to the light as you put them back, but when you straighten up, you immediately feel like you’re trespassing somewhere you do not belong.

The room is neat as hell, the kind of tidiness that must come from enjoying a clean space rather than a sense of obligation. However, you soon reassess: this is lived in, less frighteningly neat than well-designed. Everything has its place. It’s different from the easy chaos that Bucky has shown on the few times he’s slept over after movie marathons, so you’re pretty sure this isn’t his room. That, and the white cat plushie you gave him that he swears lives on his dresser? Isn’t there.

Instead, the tray with grooming materials in front of a small mirror are the only objects on the dresser top. There’s a low bookshelf next to an easy chair whose footrest has a worn-in divot. The nightstand is equally neat and functional, with a slightly askew sketchbook hinting that the room’s occupant is an artist.

Unfortunately, these observations are making you more nervous, not less. An intrusive thought that the alarm could be about a fire and there’s literally no way out sends you into a frenzy of banging on the inexorable metal slab. 

“Hello?? HELLO!? Please let me out, please, please let me out!” you scream, slamming your fists against the damned barrier until your hands hurt. You’re crying and frantic and yelling, and suddenly there’s someone else on the other side of the door also yelling, and in the next few minutes everything happens at once. 

You can’t see anything through your tears and fear; all you know is the feel and sound of strong hands and a soothing voice that isn’t Bucky but it should be. That thought sends you into more frightened tears, because he’ll be worried, he’ll be upset, and it might send him into a spiral like the one from a few months ago when he finally explained about his past.

Then, awfully, the grinding sound is back and the warm hands are gone.

You hear several shouted, imperative commands before the man falls silent. He’d set you down in a huddle on the bed wrapped in a blanket, and you kind of… drift back into awareness surrounded by the strong scent of coconut, with a not-unpleasant buzz of awareness deep in your gut.

You pull the blanket closer before you recognize it. You’d been working on it during the first few movie nights you and Bucky had shared, and he’d bought it as a gift for his best friend. That’s what brings you fully back to yourself: you’d handmade the thing that’s warming you up. You’ll be able to tell Bucky that. It’ll help, when the time comes.

Taking in a long, deep breath, you look around, expecting, since you’re no longer alone, to see anything but a metal panel completely covering the door. You’re wrong. There’s damage to the frame, as though someone had pried the previous slab out of the way-- but there’s once again a solid-looking metal barrier between you and freedom.

“Are you okay?” It’s Captain Am-- Rogers. Steve. Bucky’s Steve.

The unreality of your situation is fully hitting you now.

“That’s what you’re going with? Not ‘who are you?’ or ‘funny story about the door…’”

Rogers says, “I did. You were too upset to answer.” He’s tense, clearly uncomfortable, and his clothes are soaked. You wonder if that’s the source of the strange fruity smell. 

“Dee. I’m Dee.” It’s short for Chickadee, your stage-name-turned-favorite-nickname. You think you see recognition in his eyes. “Bucky needed to change his shirt. I didn’t mean-- you have to believe me, I never would have come in here, but he said he would just be a minute, and then a voice told me to hide and…” You’re babbling, but you feel like you’re out of your mind. Of all the people in the world, you’d probably pick Captain America as the one person you’d want to know that you’re eating your vegetables and being polite to your elders, that you wouldn’t invade someone’s private space. “Did something happen to the building?” you ask in a small voice.

“No, this--” Rogers winces. “Bucky asked for extra security or he wouldn’t move in. To slow him down.”

“The Soldier,” you whisper, closing your eyes tightly.

He makes a noise of understanding, then a louder, angry sound. “Everything has gone the exact worst-- I’m sorry,” he grits out. “I’m sorry.”

The depth to his voice prompts a heated curl of attraction that warms you from the inside out. It’s unexpected and strange, given the fear and confusion that’s ruled your reactions in the past minutes.

“I think I should be asking if you are okay.”

Rogers is looking at the floor now, his hands fisted in his pockets. “I was exposed to a… chemical. Tried to do everything right: activated security protocols, set the apartment Dark so I didn’t say or do anything I’d regret before the brain fog set in.”

“What happens when the brain fog sets in?” you whisper, sensing that the answer is what has this man’s body stiff as a board, in contrast with his broken and worried tone.

“How close are you with Buck?” Rogers lifts his head and the intensity in his eyes shoots you with an arrow of concern.

You lift your chin. “Truthfully? I consider him my best friend, why?”

“There’s nothing… more?”

There have been times, multiple times, when you’ve thought about it. But Bucky Barnes is a multifaceted man, and you don’t want to sully his progress towards becoming whole again by making things complicated.

“No,” you say, feeling heat in your chest from the look of understanding in his eyes. Your pause was unintentionally illustrative. “Why?”

“It’s important that I be honest with you: the building is on lockdown, its governing AI is too busy monitoring the Hulk to get us out of this room, and the chemical I was exposed to is Mistress.” He sounds like a soldier reciting battle parameters.

The name sounds familiar, but you can’t place it. Suddenly, you feel too vulnerable on the bed, his bed, so you slide over to the edge in preparation for getting up. The action bares your legs to mid-thigh, and Rogers immediately turns his back on you and hits the wall with the flat of his hand. 

That’s when you remember where you’d heard that name. Mistress. The aphrodisiac is the reason many women have flocked to your cousin’s restaurant to hang out, instead of at bars. Many establishments are offering complimentary test kits so their customers can ensure there’s no residue in their food and drinks. It’s become fashionable to carry around your own cups, just in case. Some bars are actually trying to skip requiring women to pay a cover charge, desperate to return to the status quo. Drinks containing coconut aren’t even served anymore, thanks to the scent association.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you blurt out, rushing over to the easy chair and covering yourself with the blanket. Jesus, the whole room reeks of coconut. He’s practically steeped in the stuff. “What can I do?”

Steve Rogers’ voice is husky, but pained. “Don’t let today be your first impression of me.”

Next chapter...

[lovelyo]

Live in Reality: You Would Not Want a Friend Like Penelope

I can’t with people talking bout Cressida is meaner than Penelope or that Cressida is a bully and Eloise is a bad person for befriending Cressida. The difference is Cressida is upfront with her mean girl attitude. She isn’t two-faced and would let you know upfront that she doesn’t fuck with you, totally opposite from Penelope who would write the muddiest of shit about you behind your back and feel absolutely no remorse, while on top of that gaslighting into believing she’s the victim.

Unless you’re a masochist, who would want a friend who smiles in your face but has secretly been resenting you and your family for years, has been tricking and lying to you for years; the friend has been disrespecting your family behind your back, gaslights you, is jealous of you every waking moment, always singing the same “woe is me, life is unfair” song to you but accuses you of being a bad friend, betrays your trust, thinking that hurting you even is a viable option, throws you under the bus to save their own neck and tries to manipulate it as they were trying to “help” or “save” you.

Anyone with a well-adjusted mind who has a friend or who sees a love one have a friend such as that will immediately take the action of cutting them off, despite any history, despite the memories, we would clearly think that a friend as toxic as that is not a good friend or rather a good person to be around.

So why does the individual who has been dealt with such a friend has to apologize or accept the toxic’s friend past and current bullshit. Does it make sense that that individual who has been treated like that by the toxic friend apologize to the toxic friend?

That’s y’all’ logic when it comes to Eloise and Penelope.

When you holler your chewbacca war cry in defense of Penelope, you are rooting for that toxic friend I have explained earlier knowing damn well that if someone like that was in your life or in the life of someone you deeply care for, you would NOT be associating with them or advise others not to.

But Eloise mustn’t be upset and must accept Pen’s hollow apology despite all the things that she has objectively done because…🤷🏾‍♂️ we’re not allowed to be mad at the plus size character cause she’s plus size, that’s the reason people are mainly giving me.

Who cares about size? A toxic person is A TOXIC PERSON: short, tall, small, curvy, a person’s character isn’t defined or should be given a free pass because of their appearance. That’s what you guys are doing with Penelope and it’s insane dawg 😭. You can’t attack people for focusing on her size when YOU FOCUS ON IT! I hope people noticed that, Penelope defenders always bringing up fatphobia and the girl’s size while the Pen critics don’t mention are size at all.

P.S. Given from the spoilers, Pen apologizes to Eloise about the betrayal and being LW but goes back to the same schtick, talking shit bout her brother so ask yourself how genuine she really was

P.S.S Even Colin thinks what LW did was wicked and unnecessary, especially since in season 2 he said if Marina had told him bout the pregnancy, he would’ve still went with the marriage. Plus his sister got dunked on….but hooray for Penelope getting a HEA and being a part of a family she disparages.

[kiankiwi]

NO BITING: A little!e fic

Summary: Elvis keeps trying to nibble at you with his vampire teeth and nearly has a tantrum before his big party

(mama x little!e with a TINY BIT of cg!Jerry/coparent Jerry)

FLUFF NO PLOT

*

You waited on the couch as Jerry helped Elvis into his costume up in the bedroom. He wanted to surprise you of course. And so Jerry had to help the baby dress up. The Colonel had wanted El to come in for back to back studio days but this was one of those nights that El truly missed as a kid so you and Jerry had not so kindly told the colonel to fuck off and let the baby enjoy Halloween.

He hadn’t wanted to go trick or treating (too many people) so you two settled for popcorn and candy and a few friends. And maybe a scary movie or two.

"Alright mama! Close your eyes!!" Elvis chirped from the top of the stairs as he gripped the railing and went down the stairs one step at a time the way a toddler on unsteady feet would. "Alright bubby... they're closed!" You yelled back, shielding your eyes as you heard your little boy run into the room. "Alright mama you can look now."

You opened your eyes to see Elvis wearing a red and black jumpsuit with a sparkly burgundy cape and wearing glow in the dark vampire teeth. "ooga booga!" Elvis yelled, putting his hands up like claws. You let out a theatrical shriek and jumped in your seat. "Woah baby! You're so spooky!" Elvis giggled and put his cape up so you could only see his eyes and said in a spooky accent "I want to suck your blood!" and jumped on you, nibbling your arm with his plastic vampire teeth.

"Careful careful baby, no biting." Elvis pouted, spitting out his theatrical teeth. "But... I'm a vampire mama... vampires bite people."

"Baby vampires don't bite baby, do you need to nibble your paci...?" Elvis pouted even though it looked odd from the plastic vampire teeth that barely fit in his mouth properly. "B-but then no one will know I'm a vampire... no vampy teeth..."

"Oh they'll know, sweet pea... you got the makeup and the dracula cape right?" Elvis nodded, stomping his foot. "Hey, that's two rules your bending... do you need a time out before your party? Do you want to start your fun night off that way?"

"MOMMA! You're not listening to me!" Elvis screeched, getting more upset. You sighed and took Elvis' hands in yours and pulled him a step closer. "Listen baby, I know you want to wear the teeth. And you can. But we don't bite people. We don't nibble either. Are you going to behave and wear the teeth or not?" You asked, seeing Jerry watching from the top of the stairs.

Elvis screeched out his frustration and hit his little fists against his legs in frustration. "Baby, they'll still know what you are, I promise."

"THEY WILL NOT!" Elvis roared. You couldn't help but jump at the sudden loud noise.

"Hey! We do NOT yell at your mama. She told you not to bite. You do not tell your mama no and you do not yell at her. Do you understand me?" Jerry asked, his yell firm. Elvis squeaked and nodded, always listening to Jerry before he got into real trouble.

"Thank you. Now tell your momma you're sorry!" Elvis nodded. You immediately saw remorse in his glittering eyes. "I'm sorry mommy.... won't nibble anyone..." He said, snuggling into you for an apology hug. You hugged him back, rubbing his back. "Thank you baby. You're gonna listen to mama and follow the rules yes?" Elvis nodded "Yes mama."

Just then the bell rang. Now the fun could begin.

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HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN! I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH!!

@mooodyblue @austeenbootler @arianatheangel-girl

AN: I can't decide which au it belongs in so I'm tagging home au and the baby steps au :) it could work for either!!!

[popcornforone]

Spoilt

A Mr Ben Fic

Day 31 of Pedrototber (SAG Awards Prompt)

Masterlist

31 days

31 Fics

Over 32000 words

I started writing these on September the 20th when I was feeling unwell on holiday & now here we are. The last one.

Honestly I’m gonna feel a little bit lost. This has been such a project & im incredibly proud of everything I’ve written & of all the love I’ve received. So this one is written entirely for me. I am my main audience & today is my Birthday (Seriously it is) so I thought I would give myself the gift of Mr Ben!

Synopsis:- It’s your birthday & your boyfriend Ben gives you the perfect start to your evening.

Word count:- 1500

Warnings over & above:- piv sex, lots of passion & swearing & promises, basically whatever you want Ben to do for your that sweet & spicy to start your birthday off he does.

Thank you all so so much for reading all of these. I’m incredibly proud of what everyone has done art, edits & writing wise.

A huge shout out to @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for setting this all up. Maybe I’ll be back next year for it.

October 31st, Halloween. Yep it’s that day again. The day when you are kind of forgotten in the larger scheme of it all. Everyone wants to go do a fright night, or pick pumpkins, or trick or treat. But no you don’t. The world might celebrate Halloween, but you don’t. You celebrate your birthday.

Unless it’s the weekend you can’t even ever really have your birthday off. You work as a Payroll advisor, so the last day of the month people are always asking where their payslip is or why it’s different to last month. Work did remember this year. A balloon was put on your desk, & you all went out for lunch. A dodgy burger place, they actually do make a wonderful cheese burger, you wouldn’t think it but they do. When you’d done your last set of payslips they said you could leave early. So you’ve got home & face timed your family. You’re seeing them all tomorrow. You & your mum share a birthday week so always do a big joint thing every year. Your sister who’s having a baby in the spring has even volunteered to pick you up so both you & your partner can drink.

You’ve opened the cards that arrived & have made a cup of tea & are sat on the sofa wondering what to do before your other half arrives at 5ish depending on the traffic. He has less lessons on Thursday so you know he will be in then, he’s usually home before you on a Thursday anyhow. So you sit there flicking through your iPad when up it pops on your feed.

PEDRO PASCAL IS PEOPLE MAGAZINES SEXIEST PERSON ALIVE!!!

You almost drop your drink. You sit there & scroll through the article & admire his new photo shoot. He always looks so soft & sweet like he is boyfriend material, but you know deep down he’s probably a menace. This sends you down a rabbit hole & it’s not long before you have the SAG award speech he gave, up on the main TV on Netflix. Admiring those curls & that whole outfit & how adorable & humble he was. You rewind it each time after he does the interview afterwards to go back & watch his moments again. It’s your comfort as you sit there sipping your tea, sighing.

“Pedro again” you leap around like you’ve been caught masturbating. You hadn’t heard your partner come in. He’s already taken his coat off & is holding a big bunch of purple tulips for you. You pause the TV. A genuine smile forms on your lips because the one he has for you is contagious.

“What you weren’t here Ben, I needed my fix of a hot man somehow” you joke.

“I know I know” he says as he walks towards you & you lean over the top of the sofa & he kissed your lips tenderly. “But is Pedro here, did he get you flowers & did he just have to fight an old lady off at the shop to get the wine you like for dinner tonight?” You kiss him back. Short little bursts of kisses making you both giddy. Like your teenagers that Ben usually teaches.

“No he’s not” you sigh”you’ll have to do & as you have Tulips & wine I’m not gonna complain.”

“I hope not” says Ben “happy birthday beautiful” He gives you another big kiss before he backs off. “I’m gonna go put these in some water then I’ll come back”

“Okay baby”

It’s only after about 5minutes that your realise Ben hasn’t come back yet. You decide to turn off the SAG awards rerun & put on a Pedro film for background noise, one you both know inside out & can quote, Triple Frontier. You always feel sorry for Pedro character Frankie that he almost dies when that donkey falls from the cliff. You’re about 10mins in when you hear a noise behind you.

“Tadah”

You turn around & your jaw drops before you uncontrollably laugh.

“What” Ben says.

“Seriously”

“Yes”

Ben has gone to the effort to try & curl part of his hair, he’s put on his geeky im marking don’t disturb me glasses, his extra tight trousers which he’s worn once & moaned so much about chafing, & then has all but 2 buttons on a white shirt undone.

“Ben are you seriously trying to cosplay as Pedro Pascal for Halloween?”

He nod & then coughs & then put on the voice which isn’t too much different to his own.

“This is wrong for so many reasons” he says quoting the awards show you watch for comfort “& this is a state of mind you know what I’m saying” you sit there laughing & blushing & extremely aroused.

“Well baby” you flurry your hand to wave him to come join you. “If your Mr Pascal, who would you like me to be to add to your fantasy” Ben then turns bright red & pushes his glasses down his nose, he knows that will get you sodden in seconds.

“Well since you’ve asked so politely, i want you to be the happiest sexiest girl who was ever born on Halloween” he says & he sits down on the sofa & pulls you into his lap. “Forget a celebrity crush, your my girl, & just your smile turns me on” you straddle him & your caress his beard.

“Aww baby” you say before he cups your face & the intense make out begins. Your body already moving knowing pleasure will be coming.”I do appreciate this Ben, but I don’t need Pedro, I just need you, your the man I love, the man I live with, the man who in 6 months time I’m going to share a name with” you then start to nibble on his ear lobe & he moans, he’s got one hand on your arse & the other desperate to find his fly.

“Yea it’s my name you will have baby”

“Im yours, you claimed me long ago”

“Oooh don’t I know it” the noise of the zip fills the room it makes you moan.

“On this sofa after a Christmas party”

“Yea what a night”

“Yea so fucking good”

“Still think it’s good baby”

“No its… oooh fuck” you are wearing a dress but he’s pushed your underwear to the side & slipped inside your cunt so easily as you were aroused & ready to take him, you slowly sink down taking all of him & it’s a earthy deep moan you let out “no Ben… it’s fucking phenomenal” you start to rock around him as he thrusts up into you.

“Fuck baby, god your extra tight tonight Jesus”

“You got me In the mood, oooh yesss baby” your mouths mould together. A swift hand slaps your arse as you grind around his penis. Each thrust even more exquisite as the last. Your walls clamping hard.

“Yes beautiful Ooooh fuck”

“Fuck Ben more more oooh fuck”

“Gonna fill you up, your mine, all mine”

“Yours fucking yours”

“Yes baby fuck yessss” Ben puts both his hands on your neck & makes intense eyes contact with you as you bounce hard around him, overwhelmed & overstimulated. It won’t be long before you cum. You feel seen. You feel loved. But the man you are looking at is not Pedro Pascal or someone dressed up trying to be him. It’s you other half your Ben. He’s the one you adore, would do anything for & the fact he’s gone to so much effort for your birthday just makes you love him even more. You bite your bottom lip, your rhythm uneven, the climax approaches. Ben sees it in your eyes & leans in & whispers into your ear that line that’s always unspoken.

“I’m Your Daddy” was he quoting Pedro? Was he saying it for real? You didn’t give a fuck. You cum, so hard the world is filled with stars, all the magic in the world is at your fingertips as your orgasm rips through you. The lap below you trembles as you almost finish your rocking. You hear a deep moan as Ben fills you up, coating you with his seed. He’s panting heavily as you rest your head on his shoulder & whisper back to him.

“So daddy,” you giggle as you say it”are you gonna have a panic attack & leave now you’ve claimed your prize?” He soothes your back as he regains his motor skills.

“Me leave you? Never” he smirks as he kisses the side of your head. “Your gonna have to do more than that to make me leave”

“Good, cos I ain’t going anywhere”

“Neither am I baby” he says lifting your head & you both chuckle as you move the curl he tried to do out of his face. “& id never leave you on your birthday”

[sonik-kun]

Reminder that WWX did use a homophobic slur (cutsleeve) before he found out he was, in fact, a "cutsleeve" himself.

I'd also argue that him taking advantage of MXY's body and the rumours associated with him by acting as a "stereotypical gay" to get out of situations was a form of homophobia in itself.

He assumed this was how crazy, gay people act - like sexual deviants. He used that stereotype on top of the rumours about MXY just to get out of sticky situations and avoid being captured.

Whilst this isn't aggressive homophobia, nor would I consider him a raging homophobe myself, he still took advantage of the world view he was raised in, which, in modern terms, was problematic in itself.

Think the harmful, stereotypical, predatory gay trope in anime that a lot of anime fans have taken issue with. That's the stereotype WWX was trying to perpetuate and brush off as a silly joke which is bordering that harmful stereotype territory mentioned above. And yet I don't see the moral "holier than thou" crowd talking about that in their analysis on "fictional characters in an ancient Chinese setting."

(Note before I get jumped on: I don't think WWX was being cruel or malicious when he did this. Nor do I think he purposely intended to sully poor MXY's image further. And I ofc don't think that WWX is a terrible person for doing so either. The guy was desperate and needed to pull tricks to avoid capture. But that still doesn't make things right by modern standards. Even if said stereotype was used to goad a load of "homophobes." Would also like to add that even after coming out, WWX didn't really challenge the societal standard or think ill of anyone who thought like that. It's not like he toured the CW with LWJ, promoting gay rights. He'd be very extraordinary for doing that and brave, too. But he didn't. Instead, he just got up to sexy times with his husband daily and lazed about living the good life. Which is valid of him, tbh, giving the shit he went through. But my point still stands. The social norm persists.)

Also, bare in mind, WWX was heavily in denial about his own sexuality at first and struggled to come to terms with it in the beginning due to the societal norms back then, anyway.

Homophobia was the norm. Stop denying that when you know most of the characters found it bizarre.

By their standards being gay was, unfortunate as it is, unusual and to them, perhaps even immoral in its own right.

By modern standards, we know now that it is wrong. And the moral consensus is that being gay is normal and should not be vilified (even then, not all cultures today have reached that consensus and LGBT rights still have a long way to go).

With this in mind and the notion of what morality meant to people back then, you mustn't hold the characters to modern standards because that was simply the world view. What was "right" back then.

You cannot say with certainty that you wouldn't be homophobic back then, in a world where people called it strange and immoral. As much as I'd like to believe that I would be one of the few who find it wrong to treat gay people poorly, most of us probably would find homosexuality strange because that was the moral consensus of that time. As such, it is unfair to hold characters like JC, JL, and JGY to modern standards for that reason. That's the point we've all been trying to make here.

(Even then, JC and JL both watched as WWX left with his hubby into the sunset and didn't speak illy of their relationship again, nor consider them social outcasts like the Jins and Mos treated MXY. It's almost as if people can change their world views entirely (or to some extent) after things become normalised. Hmm. 🧐

Furthermore, MXTX herself said that JC wasn't a bad person. She wouldn't say that if he's the "aggressive homophobe, incapable of change" like you all seem to imply he is.)

You all make this point about historical context when us JC fans criticise WWX for his clear breach of bodily autonomy with the core transfer and his own war crimes. You should apply that logic to the period typical homophobia too. Because as I have said before, you cannot say for certain that the characters would be homophobic had this taken place in a society where being gay was the norm whilst homophobia was frowned upon. Let's use some logic and context when talking about characters from an ancient time period, shall we?

[shini--chan]

i want to request an idea of america’s darling being someone who is on equal footing than him; maybe even better than him! i got inspired from your recent post where you kinda went into detail about america and it made me think.

it’s part of his stereotype to be openly confident about himself and bolster america as the #1 in the world (which is all part of american ideals lol). but what would happen if his darling happened to actually embody what he’s preaching?

The short answer would be: "Error 404, brain not found"

The long answer is 

Yandere America - Equal Footing

Frankly, this is something Alfred can't wrap his head around. He is the sort that fully buys into his own exceptionalism, into American exceptionalism. He is the shining city on the hill, the second coming of Christ, the hero. And in his eyes, there is nobody that can hold a candle to his flame. He is on top of the world, and on that peak, there isn't any room for anybody to stand beside him. 

So he immediately thinks that you are trying to usurp him and establish yourself as a hegemon. His paranoia and self-righteousness doesn't allow him to come to any other conclusion. Surely you are a terrorist, a threat to his freedom and democracy that has to be knocked down a few pegs. That is something that has to be accomplished as soon as possible. 

A stack of papers sat before Alfred, filled with numbers and graphs and analysis. You were getting too strong, and you were wary enough to not fall to any of his usual tricks to stick a foot in the back door.  As annoyingly smart as you are, you had decided to make your own encryption device, not buy one from that swiss company to which he had all the decryption keys. The ranks in your government were tight, no room for spies to be caught, and rebellion would be stamped out before it could grow stronger than a candle flame. No room for corruption that still held up personal integrity as the highest virtue. In short, no way to really find out what was going out inside, no opportunity to spy.  You just had to go. No, that would be too extreme. Just, brought down to a level that is more appropriate for your true status and disposition. Put you a place where you are no longer in his way. The best place for that would be under his thumb, in his god honest opinion. Could he really be faulted for his harsh decision when the mere through of you competing in a level playing field made his skin crawl?  He had a dream of the world as his oyster - his to mould and reshape. That was something that would be unachievable as long as you had the power to act as a counterweight to him. "Jones! Jones! Where's your mind been the whole time? Ya know it is rude not to listen when somebody is giving you a presentation", a voice called him back to reality.  Sky blue eyes snapped up to the woman in question. Alfred didn't even know what the presentation was about anymore. Just another trivial matter, in comparison to the thorn in his side.  "Then how about we talk about something worth listening to? Like instigating colour revolutions", he countered. 

Flowing in his obsession with you is a new obsession, one to tear the rug from under your feet. He'll do what he can to bring his government on board - perhaps he'll say you have important resources like oil and gold on your territory, or that it would be more advantageous to have him dictating your policies (better more American interests of course). 

He'll do what he can to have your current government kicked out and have some bootlicker installed that will willing sell out the country just so that their kids can attend Havard or Princeton. This, he'll achieve by any means needed, be it election manipulations to outright assassinations to full blown war. Then, he'll have you and take you far away from your home, so that he can treat you as he pleases. 

America would then purposely keep you in the dark about the going ons in your country in order to keep you more compliant. Meanwhile, you would feel your body becoming weaker and weaker as your people would be plundered, be it by their own government or the Americans.

 If you would confront him about it, then he would have some ready made fabrications to sooth your anger and see him as an overworked hero that is trying his best to aid you. He would show you photos of natural disasters, testimonies of heightened criminality and terrorism and corruption, evidence of pandemics and famines. Bit by bit, he'll whittle away at your pride and sovereignty until you are his in all but name.

[just-a-lil-otter]

Hate me if you want but Father Gregor was lowkey justified in calling Lila an irresponsible mom

Don't get me wrong I love Lila but like... honey

Her son was almost killed by a serial killer not long ago and it's clear she's struggling, but I can't ignore the fact she left two very young children with Susie all alone

Susie is most likely a preteen. I don't care how responsible she is, she shouldn't have been left in charge of two very young hyperactive kids who are known for getting into dangerous situations all alone.

Sure Lila didn't know something would go wrong again but like honey do you know your son?? He's gonna get into shit and you know it.

And sure enough he DID. He and Pump could've been seriously hurt or worse and she was just off drinking her problems away after leaving her kid with a PRETEEN

Meanwhile Father Gregor was with him the entire time and saw just how much danger he was in and protected him even though he wasn't obligated to.safety.

Going back to the Bob situation, she let Skid and Pump, two VERY YOUNG CHILDREN, go trick or treating completely unsupervised and they almost got killed because of it.

Not to mention how much they terrorize Kevin. Given what we see in the new short I wouldn't be surprised if the scene where she and Juane are yelling at Kevin is her blaming him for something involving the kids, which wouldn't have happened if she was PAYING ATTENTION TO HER CHILD.

On top of that they could've been seriously hurt in the past if they weren't careful(which they already aren't). Some examples I can think of are:

They're friends with Frank who is a KIDNAPPER. That could've easily gone wrong for them

They also could've been easily kidnapped by that clown guy in the one episode

They were almost assaulted by Roy's pervert ass uncle had The Eyes not saved them

Speaking of which THEY MET AN ELDIRTCH GOD. THEY ARE SO LUCKY THAT WENT WELL FOR THEM.

They also summoned and were nearly killed by a demon. TWICE!!!

There are various other examples I'm sure but those are just the ones off the top of my head

Lila is struggling, I get that, but she has been incredibly neglective when it comes to her son and his saftey and deserved to be called out.

As much as it clearly broke her on top of Skid saying he wanted to be better for her she needed the wakeup call(even if it didn't seem to work given what we see in the Kevin short).

She is by all means an irresponsible mother who has been neglecting her child's safety even though she didn't mean to and I'm not afraid to say it. She's struggling and I feel bad for her, but she really needs to be trying harder to watch out for Skid in order to keep him safe.

[kisskissbanggang]

Trick or treat!

I’m thinking of dream stalker jeongin vs undead changbin vs Chan with a chainsaw

Think Freddy vs Jason vs Ash from Evil dead but more crack smut

It’s a weird combo, I’m sorry 😅

TRICK OR TREAT

((Omg I love this OKAY)) Take a look! What did you get? 🧡

[Dream Stalker!Jeongin x Undead!Changbin x Chan x Fem!Reader - NSFW/Smut - Surreal Horror and Dream Logic]

This Ikea was fucking huge.

Like, this was an impossibly huge furniture and home goods store, the likes of which you'd never seen outside of your dreams.

Maybe this was a dream. You remembered Chan showing up out of the blue and saving you from the unseen monster in your house, but you didn't remember waking up. This was quickly becoming the most probable scenario, as you realized you didn't even remember entering this gargantuan store to begin with.

"Chan!" you cried out, trying to get him to stop running with you in tow as you rushed through staged fake bedrooms. When he finally stopped, you did a double-take as you realized this looked just like your room... Just in an Ikea. Your bed, your decorations; the floor was even the same. You were thoroughly skeeved out by all of this, just as much (if not more) than the first time you woke up in one of these unsettling dreams with the unmistakable sense that someone was after you.

Chan took your plea for him to stop as a good excuse to take a break, nonchalantly standing in the off-putting replica of your bedroom and setting down the chainsaw he'd inexplicably shown up with.

"Can you finally tell me what we're running from?" you panted, exhaustedly resting your hands on your knees. You had to admit: despite all of this, Chan looked really hot in this battered hero look he had going on, with the shotgun slung over his shoulder and the ripped shirt.

"Can you?" he retorted. He peered at a map on a pillar just outside of this display version of your bedroom, trying to get his bearings. "I'm still not quite sure how I even got here. I went to sleep and the next thing I knew, I was trying to get us the hell out of your house."

"Not a fan of that," you frowned. "I was hoping you had any idea what the fuck is going on. Have you been having weird nightmares, too?"

"For two months," Chan stoically answered. God, he was so hot, even in your nightmares. You shook your head, ridding yourself of the distracting thoughts.

"I wonder how we wake up. This is the longest I've been aware I'm in a dream," you wondered.

A loaded silence passed before you looked at Chan, wondering what he thought. His expression nearly made you jump when you saw that he was staring at you.

"I have a crazy idea," he flatly offered. "Only because, you know, this is a bit of a crazy situation." He waited, even beyond your silent nod of permission to continue.

"... Yes, Chan?"

"I know this is weird, because we're coworkers and stuff... But, you know, dreams always end before the best part."

You made pointed eye contact for a solid beat. "I... think I know what you mean."

He flashed you a sly grin. "Do you?"

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. "Shut up and try to wake us up."

Chan shrugged, as if this wasn't his suggestion in the first place. "As you wish."

Your hot coworker all but pounced on you, easily tossing you on your own bed in this weird-ass dream replica of your room, kissing you just as ravenously as he drunkenly did at that Halloween party not long after you first met. This was almost a decent trade-off for falling into another nightmare, even if it wake you up.

If it would wake you up.

When kissing didn't seem to do it, Chan simply kept going, taking it further and further until you were literally just going all the way in this bizarre dream-Ikea.

"What do you think?" he panted on top of you, your legs slung over his shoulders so he practically had you folded in half. He'd tried all manner of things, all of which you actively encouraged, including every position he could think of. The poor guy was getting exhausted.

"I dunno, maybe you need to spice things up a little," came a voice from across the aisle of the infinite Ikea. You and Chan both jolted, startled now that you knew you definitely weren't alone. Chan sat up properly, swinging the shotgun back around to load a couple more shells from his pocket, a heavy ask considering that his jeans were currently pooled around his ankles. Craning to see better from under your coworker, you were finally able to see the shadowed figure emerging from the staged bedroom set across the aisle, revealing itself to be...

Jeongin? The new assistant to yours and Chan's boss?

"What the fuck?" Chan crassly wondered out loud. "Jeongin, you're in this nightmare, too?"

The young assistant shrugged, before unfolding his crossed arms to reveal an almost comically huge scythe. "You could say that."

"I knew there was something off about you!" Chan accused, helping you shift your pajamas back into place and nearly pushing you off the bed.

Jeongin was too fast, however, holding fast onto your wrist and herding Chan back onto the plush mattress. "What was off about me, Chan? The way you couldn't stop dreaming about me after that first time?"

He had a point, you hated to admit. Jeongin was another exceedingly hot person at your job, and apparently Chan thought so, too. Chan looked at you again, trying to suss this out.

"I think I have a crazy idea," he repeated from earlier.

"I think I'm on the same wavelength," you nodded.

Jeongin's eyes darted between both of you, apparently not expecting this. "Wait, what--hey!"

This one appeared to do the trick. The dream didn't end the first time Chan kissed Jeongin, but something did happen when you did the same. Overhead, the lights in the dim Ikea flashed. Chan helped you in beguiling the shifty little dream demon with pleasure, Jeongin quickly reduced to a babbling mess begging for you both to slow down as the dream world flashed and pulsed around you, and soon fading in and out of focus. You almost didn't want it to end, but the first time Chan even got close to feeling up your boss' assistant, everything stopped.

You sat up with a start, breathing heavy like you'd just been doused with a bucket of water. This was still the work retreat. You were all still in the greenhouse behind the idyllic cottage in the woods... everyone but one. Chan groggily roused beside you, and Jeongin on the other side of him. You'd tried telling your boss that this retreat was a bad idea, that it was too soon after your boyfriend, Changbin, died in that freak copier accident, but he'd assured you it was fine.

Except a hand slithered around your waist where you'd all apparently passed out in the greenhouse after one too many beers and shots of tequila, judging by the scattered bottles everywhere. This wasn't fine. You screamed and whirled around to see Changbin, still handsome as ever despite being undead.

"Changbin!" you shrieked, trying to scramble back up to your feet.

"What did I miss?" he grinned slyly, grasping your hips and reeling you back in. "Sounds like you all were having fun without me on the other side."

Chan wavered, trying to figure out what to do with his hand on the pull of his chainsaw. Jeongin was beside him, holding his scythe aloft.

"No need to be prudes all of a sudden," Changbin slurred. You hated to admit it, but it still felt amazing when he kissed your neck, even as a zombie. "I just didn't want to miss out on a good time, that's all."

Jeongin almost swung his scythe to get some momentum when Chan stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest to make him pause.

"You know," Chan started once again. "I have a crazy idea."