#another random object show

[another-random-object-show]

SEASON 1, EPISODE 1: CROSSING THE PIT.

AUTHORS NOTE: This episode took months to write, so sorry for the shift from Script Format to Novel Format.

(SCENE: A JUNKYARD AT NIGHT, CRICKETS CHIRP AND STARS SHINE. THE MOON IS A STRANGE ORANGE-YELLOW.)

SUNNY (EXCITEDLY): Moony! Moony

MOONY (TURNING TO FACE SUNNY): Hm...?

SUNNY (EXCITEDLY): WE GOT INTO AROS!!!

MOONY (CALMLY): Oh... ok!

SUNNY (RADIANT): even Lunartic got in! :D

MOONY (HORRIFIED): Gasp!

LUNARTIC (APPEARING): What? Whattareya gaspin' for?

MOONY (CALMLY BOWING): Nothing at all.

LUNARTIC (SINISTERLY): Good, because if you were gasping at me getting in...

Lunartic: Sunny would be getting it.

Moony (PLEADING): Loonie, please, he's JUST a kid...

Lunartic (sadistically): So? Children can get it too...

Sunny (excitedly): GUYS!! LOOOK!!

(A BUS DRIVES INTO THE JUNK, HONKING AT THE THREE.)

Sunny (excitedly grabbing Moony and Lunartic's Hands): The bus is here! LET'S GO! :D

Moony (weary): I have a bad feeling about this...

Sunny (waving excitedly as the approach the Bus's Entrance): Hi, Mr. Host! :D

The Gourd: Greetings...

The Gourd (Dramatically): I...

am the Gourd.

Sunny (excitedly): AND I'M SUNNY!! C'mon!! Let's goo!! :D

(Moony and Lunartic silently follow behind, and sit in one of the 3-person wide seats.)

(Sunny begins to yawn, feeling tired.)

Moony (nurturing): Maybe you should rest, sweetie...

Sunny (tired, closing his eyes.): okk...

(Sunny goes to sleep laying his head on Moony's Lap, which somehow doesn't combust.)

(Hours later...)

(BUMP! Sunny wakes up.)

(HALT!)

The Gourd (turning in his Bus Driver's Seat.): We're here.

Sunny (excited): YAY!! Let's go! =D

(All 24 contestants get off the bus and look around.)

The Gourd: One last thing...

(The Gourd levitates the Bus in the air, then claps, making it disappear.)

The Gourd (Cheekily): No leaving!

Question Mark: Where are we?

The Gourd (appearing behind Question Mark): Obviously the (a garble of the words "Texan", "Floridian", "Mexican", "Californian", "Canadian", "Italian", "Zealandic", "French", "German", and "Spanish") plains!

The Gourd (moving on): Now form 8 teams of 8! =)

Sunny (to Moony and Lunartic): Let's stick together! :-)

Lunartic: Alright. Moony?

(Moony is staring in the distance at Starry.)

Lunartic (scoffing): Jeez, just move on already...

Moony (reluctantly): ...alright...

(Cut to Phantous building his team...)

Phantous: Alright, we've got... 5? People?

(Comedai, Tragedai, and Mime are counted as 1, 2, and 3, while Paperplates says "Yep!" and is counted as 4.)

Phantous (thinking): Good...

(He turns and looks at the pool of contestants.)

Phantous (excitedly): How about these?

(He points at Hangman, Starry and House.)

Hangman (hovering over): Alright..

Starry (walking alongside): Sure, I suppose...

House (sitting): You guys are creepy, no thanks!

(⅞ Team Members!)

Phantous (to GyroGyro, Penta, and Cloudy.): You three?

Cloudy (intently): Sure! I'll join!

Phantous (excitedly): Yeah!

(8/8 Team Members!)

Question Mark (to Lunartic and Moony): Let's merge teams to make a full set.

Lunartic, overlapping Moony, said "Alright."

Moony noticed Sunny's disappearance and said— "Wait, where's Sunny—?"

Lunartic, shrugging, says; "Oh well, one less issue."

Sunny, holding GyroGyro, says; "I want him!! He's so silly!!"

Lunartic yells at Sunny, screaming— "Sunny, what have I said about—"

(GyroGyro haunts Lunartic into a daze.)

Question Mark, referring to The Colon Duo, adds; "also these two!"

Angel, at the same time as Devil, says; "Salutations!"

Devil, at the same time as Angel, says; "PERISH!"

Sunny, agreeing, shouts; "YAY!!"

The Gourd, listing, noted "then by automation, Star, Heart, Penta, Triangula, House, Cuby, Lightning and Flower are all on the same team!"

Sunny immediately chiming in ring; " Oh!!! I bet this team will be so FUN!"

("Team FUN!" is now Team 1's Team Name.)

Phantous shouts; "They're naming teams?! Well, I formed this team with Comedy, Tragedy, Mime and Paperplates since we were already a group... why not be..."

("The Masquerade" is now Team 2's Team Name.)

The Gourd, to Star, Heart, Penta, Triangula, House, Lightning, Cuby and Flower, said: "and you're...?"

House, confused says; "What?"

(Team "What?" is now Team 3's Team Name.)

Star offended, shouts: "THAT'S NOT WHAT HE—!!"

The Gourd, clapping, cuts in with: "Alright, be quiet now!"

The Gourd now turns around and stares at a piece of land.

Hangman, after a moment of awkward silence, asks: "So what's the first challenge?"

The Gourd then hovers his hands over an area, an aura pulsating as from the ground, a strange stone structure erects.

The Gourd now blasts upward.

Hangman disappointingly groaned; "I'll go after him."

House curiously asked; "How will–?"

Hangman groans before grabbing House and being raised by his rope upwards.

Hangman arrives, followed by The Gourd clapping.

The contestants appear as Gourd says–

The Gourd would now announce— "CONTESTANTS! The first challenge... is to cross an OBSTACLE COURSE DANGLING ABOVE LAVA! Watch the example contestants VERY closely!"

A Circle and an Egg are used.

"You must find a way to get to the other side of this vat of lava! Use either the large, yet trickety platforms, or the thin-yet-stable beams! If you fall into the lava and die, you are DISQUALIFIED!" Gourd says.

"Wait, you're going to let us die—?" Starry asks, being ignored as Gourd shouts "GO!"

"Oh, alright—" Starry said as we pan over to Team Fun.

"Guys! I have a plan!" Moony said.

"Shoot." Devil Colon said.

"Sunny and Colon Duo, you guys can carry us across the obstacle course while me and Lunartic simply do the obby!" Moony stated.

"Sounds good! ^^" Angel said, now picking up Question Mark on her head, While Devil Colon carried Exclamation Mark, who began screaming, on his back.

Sunny now jumped into the lava, being unaffected, and caught GyroGyro and Period.

The Colon Duo now flew over the Obby, and waited for Gourd.

"Hoho! Excellent loophole skills!" He praised. "I never said you CAN'T just avoid the obby, so The Colon Duo, Question Mark, and Exclamation Mark are safe!"

Switching to Team "What?" and The Masquerade.

Cuby began trying to hop across the large-yet-trickety platforms, inviting Heart along.

"Uhm, there isn't much room, darling!" Heart exclaimed, despite there being a perfect amount of room on the platform.

Paperplates jumped, only to be blown into the vat of lava and burn.

"7 members on The Masquerade remain!" Gourd annouced.

"Aren't you gonna bring her back or something?" Question Mark said to Gourd, who blinked, before closing his hand into a fist, and...

COOL 80S DRUM RIFF!

Paperplates was back! ...with a small stain of soot on her.

Mime and Phantous got across, since Hangman was carrying them, while Cloud carried Starry across.

"Alright, that means—" Phantous was about to speak...

"WHATTERS!! HURRY IT UP!! THERE'S ONLY 2 MEMBERS ON BOTH TEAMS LEFT!!" Star shouted.

Penta, Lightning, House, and Triangula are safe!

Sunny, Period and GyroGyro are also safe!

Switch to Moony and Lunartic.

"Loonie, c'mon!" Moony said to Lunartic.

"...I could kill you right now if I wanted to." Lunartic said.

"...Loonie, no."

"Do it.

For us."

Randomly, as Heart and Cuby were about to cross, an asteroid was thrown at the two, blocking their paths.

"Good girl." Lunartic said, now crossing the platform to be considered safe alongside Moony.

"TEAM FUN IS SAFE! MASQUERADIANS! WHATTERS!ONE OF YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED! HURRY IT UP!" Gourd annouced, as Comedy and Tragedy now rushed.

Star tackled Comedy, killing both himself and Comedy.

"Comedy is disqualified!"

"Yes!" Heart said, glad her off-screen suggestion worked.

"Which means since Tragedy crossed, albeit crying, THE MASQUERADE IS SAFE!" The Gourd announced.

"No!" Heart said.

"Team What?, you're on the chopping block tonight." Gourd said.

The Gourd now flies out of the chamber, flying downwards before teleporting the contestants back onto ground level.

"You have a few moments before the elimination ceremony begins! GOOD LUCK." The Gourd said, before cackling maniacally and dissolving into the air.

"Hey, hey! It's alright!" Phantom said, trying to comfort a flailing Tragedy.

"Eugh, overreaction..." Heart groaned. "For real..." Lightning agreed. "Tsk... speaking of which, I think we know who to eliminate..." Heart told Lightning, "Ugh, yes! That FREAK has GOT to go, like honestly, what was he even doing...?"

Star and Comedy were then revived.

"Let's go." Star said. "FREAKS! Follow me. WE'VE got a plan."

ELIMINATION TIME!

"Welcome to elimination, Team What?, all 8 of you will now vote for ONE person to be eliminated. Whoever has the most votes LEAVES, voting... is NOW."

IN THE BOOTH

"Goodbye, silent-y." Star votes Cuby.

"Nobody will miss you!" Heart blows a kiss.

"I have to get on their good side, sorry buddy." Penta votes Cuby.

"Uhm... I don't... like her... she makes me feel... uncomfortable." Triangula votes Heart.

House casts a vote.

"We've GOT to stick together! We're like, BFFLs right now!" Lightning votes.

Cuby angrily slams a button.

"The way they're treating poor Cuby... I despise that woman..." Flower sighs deeply and votes.

VOTES ARE IN!

"If you get a Marshmallow, you will be SAFE!" The Gourd announced.

FIRST SAFE IS...

Star!

"Oh yeah! I knew I could count on you guys."

Lightning...

"Let's go girl!" Lightning exclaims to Heart.

Flower.

"Ooh, yay! <)" Flower says, taking his marshmallow.

and House!

House opens his door as the marshmallow flies through.

Now half of you are safe;

and half of you are NOT.

"OWOWPSJWPNDPDJAPWJEOE!!!"

Triangula, you're overreacting. You're safe.

and so is Penta.

One of you got 3 votes.

The other got 5.

Heart is shocked as she stares at Cuby angrily.

THE LAST PERSON SAFE IS...

HEART WITH 3 VOTES.

Cuby is out, receiving 5 votes from the rest of his team.

Cuby begins frantically scribbling, however, Gourd begins to spin the Cube back into...

A lifeless Nintendo GameCube.

Flower stares in shock as Heart and Star celebrate.

"That's all for today...

SEE YOU NEXT TIME. :-)"

END.

AROS was written by TheWiseGuest.

All characters' voices, present or not, were acted out by L. Alberto S.

FIN.

JOIN ANOTHER RANDOM OBJECT SHOW TO WIN YOUR DEEPEST DESIRE.

Cuby holds the flyer, before gripping it.

[local-idiotic-texan]

Daddling around in digital drawing. Plus! Meet Sunny. He'll probably be featured in a blog soon. CHECK OUT OTHER BLOGS!! https://www.tumblr.com/blog/ask-mtbg

[dearestsilhouette]

JUST MET ANOTHER OBJECT SHOW FAN AT SCHOOL TODAYYYY!!!

YIPPEE!!!!!!!!

[euclydya]

💰 (ur very cool btw)

HMMMMMMB.

When we're bored up front and Inland also happens to be up front we just throw things through its head. Tbis does not bother it whatsoever like it doesn't hurt or anything and Inland doesn't feel anything so we've kinda made it a game 2 see how much random shit we can throw through inland's head/face... thing. Tbe biggest object successfully tossed through it so far has been Myself 😃👍❗ -Half Light

In unrelated news Either our headspace is falling apart or the innerworld view has shifted to HARRY'S headspace of all things bc 90% of the time it's just a black void. I mean we'll take that over the Cold Cave Full Of Fog that we've been having for the past.., month almost??? But. Screams. Girl dot com. I miss hte small cabin thingy we had like 2 months agoNFJDDJCJXJXJC Trant can teleport us back there if he focuses Rlly hard on it but he's not always uP FRONT like bitch (!!!) @ our brain WORK WITH US PLEASE stop changing the headspace so often!!!!!!!!! JDJDJDFJDKDKDJD

LIKE IT'S NOT A SERIOUS ISSUE it's just Annoying. -Electrochem

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

another childhood friends to lovers believer???? YES YES YES!!!! can i please request bakugou and reader moving in together, and reader shows him a memory box she's kept since they were kids...like photos, random trinkets he got her, pressed flowers, birthday cards...and he's like one second away from bursting into tears, because this is 2 decades worth of love (and many more to come) 😭🥹💗 thank you, mwah x 💖

memory box !

you take a trip down memory lane..

a/n : OH. MY GOD. I literally Had to write this this is genuinely adorable anon you are SMACKING. i lub this

cw: literally all fluff, CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TORAGAHAHEHG, katsuki gets emotional quickly and i live by this, lmk if i missed sum !

“oi !” katsuki calls out from behind you “do i throw this out or not ?”

you look back, only to see a little red box in his hands. your little red box.

you shoot up, dropping the clothes you were stacking in your shared dresser. “no, don’t!” you reach out and hold your arms up, katsuki looks even more confused, eyebrows furrowing harder.

he shakes your box around, bringing his ear to it to hear the rattling and clinking of the objects inside. “what the hell is in this thing ?”

“don’t shake it around like that !” you shriek, ripping the box out of your boyfriend hands and leaving him shocked. you smile to yourself, slowly sitting down on the wooden floors of your new apartment. your new apartment with katsuki.

“i never actually showed you this, huh.. ?” you watch as he follows you after a moment of looking at you like you’ve grown a second head, crouching down next to you with eyes fixed on your little shoe box. you remove the lid and immediately a sense of nostalgia shoots through you, you hadn’t looked at this for a while now.

“this is my memory box, i’ve had it for years.. i think since i was..what, seven ?” you wonder out loud, you’d definitely had it for a long, long time. katsuki sits next to you silently while you excitedly look through it.

“oh yeah, definitely seven—look this is the friendship bracelet i made for us !” you exclaim excitedly. it’s definitely more than a bit worn, that was the main reason you put it in this box, it was the first item you’d put in there.

you’d made one for you and one for katsuki, using your precious loom band box set you’d gotten for christmas. you’d used up all of your orange and black for it and worn yours until it started fraying. you almost cried when one of the bands snapped and you’d gotten too big for it, or it had just gotten too little for you. you refused to throw it away and found a random empty shoe box to put it in, and the rest was history.

“oh, and these are left over tickets from when we went to the fair, my keychain you got me from the aquarium—i remember you begged your mom for it.” you laugh, begged was an understatement. you remember how mitsuki pulled him away because he was causing a scene, you didn’t understand why he was so insistent on getting a souvenir, you had a good day as you all walked around looking at fish and katsuki dragging you around by the hand like he built the place himself. you remember how excited he got when you got to the shark exhibit.

you didn’t get it, until he stopped you when you were ready to leave with your own parents, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and avoiding your gaze as he stretched his little arms out and wordlessly offered you a little penguin keychain, mumbling something about how you looked happy when you saw them, ears pink while his mom smirked behind him, his father smiled down at you both kindly.

that was the first present he’d ever bought for you. with his mom’s money of course, you giggle at your own thoughts. but he’d still gotten it for you because he thought it’d make you happy. it was your treasure and you wore it on your bag for years until it started getting dirty, and you’d hid it in your shoebox to keep it safe.

you suddenly realize your boyfriend’s been awfully unlike himself for the past few minutes, silently blinking at the contents of your box and now at your little keychain.

you suddenly feel a bit self conscious, maybe he thought it was weird..

you blink in surprise when he reaches for your penguin chain and you offer it to him. it’s a bit brownish now, having lost its shine over the years. he runs his thumb over the fuzzy faux fur.

“thought you forgot about this..” he mumbles to himself.

your eyes shoot wide. “wha—no way ?!”

“ya stopped wearing it on your bag so i thought you got rid of it.” he doesn’t look angry, simply observing the chain, letting it dangle in the air.

“i just didn’t want it to get any dirtier than it clearly already is” you joked. you’re in deep now, shuffling around for more items in your box. katsuki joins you this time, pulling out an old picture.

“holy shit.” he breathes. you catch a peek at what he’s looking at only to see the both of you.

“woah, we were so small !” you giggle. it was a picture of your grade school entrance ceremony. you remember katsuki stubbornly refusing to take it and it took his mom about ten minutes to get him to stay put and take the shot. you’re all smiles, waving at the camera like you’d been instructed to and gripping katsuki’s hand. said little boy had an angry, angry frown on his face, sticking his tongue out at the camera.

“you’re cheeks were huge.” you laugh, katsuki sits down properly to nudge your shoulder with a huff. “shaddup,” he says, though there was no real bite to his words. “you weren’t any better than me.” you laugh some more and continue to pull things out. “where’d you even get this ?” he asks.

“your mom gave me a copy.”

“fuckin—of course she did.”

there’s a blurry picture you’d managed to take of katsuki when you’d gotten your first polaroid camera, and some pictures from when you’d convinced him to get in a photo-booth from your first date at the fair. dozens of birthday cards he’d written for you, you’re tempted to read them all right now but you worry katsuki might get embarrassed and actually throw the box out, so you’ll do that later.

the flowers he’d plucked out of the ground one random afternoon at his house, a rock he'd given you because it looked cool, a couple of seashells you found at the beach together, a dried up four leaf clover he claimed would bring you good luck, the container of the lip balm you were wearing when he kissed you for the first time. years worth of memories all in your little shoebox.

“fuck, you really kept all this stuff..” you hear katsuki mutter. you turn to see him still with that elementary school picture in hand, staring at it thoughtfully.

“course i did.” you hum, leaning against his side. “i spent all of my childhood with you suki, that’s unforgettable to me. i wanted to make sure i wouldn’t ever forget how much you mean to me.” katsuki’s eyes fix yours as you continue talking. and you realize how they slowly turn glossier. he realizes when you do and quickly ducks his head, scoffing to himself but a sniffle slips out.

“hey..” he shakes his head, you don’t continue, only reaching to hold him in your palms. he shoves his cheek against one, chuckling to himself.

“shush.” he mutters, voice cracking, his eyes remain shut to not let anything slip. he presses a kiss to your skin, grabbing at your wrist. "you're gonna be the fuckin' end of me, y'know ?" you laugh, rubbing your thumb against his skin, you feel him sigh against your palm.

"love you."

you smile "i love you too" you whisper back. "so, you still wanna throw it out ?" you joke, katsuki's eyebrows furrow.

"fuck, no." he asserts "it's staying here, an' i'll give you more shit to fill it up with."

and you truly couldn't be more excited, starting a new chapter of your life with the boy that had shared it all with you. you want your shoe box to be filled to the brim with more and more memories of you both, all of them just as close to your heart as the last.

"hmm," you hum "can't wait."

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[vintage-fuzz]

Honestly, viewing Ford & Fiddleford’s relationship from the perspective of a Gravity Falls citizen is kind of crazy because, it’s the early 80s & this elusive, out-of-towner scientist has been working & living by himself in a secluded woodland cabin for like 6 years & then, all of a sudden, this southern scientist guy joins him &, on occasion, they start showing up in town together, going to the carnival with one another & eating at the diner together amongst various other activities.

As the months pass, the cracks in their relationship begin to show, even to outsiders, all the while coinciding with even stranger occurrences than normal. Unexplained beams of light emanate from their shared cabin, gravity’s pull on the Earth lessens, causing people & objects to float in midair at random intervals & the scientists themselves seem visibly sleep-deprived, on-edge & paranoid.

This escalates to them having a very public & highly volatile argument at the local diner they frequent, in front of numerous other patrons. They’d see Ford storm off & curse Fiddleford under his breath, tossing a ring into the lake. They’d see Fiddleford’s desperation & fear, as he hopelessly urges Ford to accept the thesis (which, to them, just look like various non-specific papers) he painstakingly put together for him, pleading with him to abandon their project.

Then, with no warning, the southerner just disappears, only to reemerge years, if not decades later as a crazed recluse. The main scientist, however, he’s still showing up in town, but this time around he’s different somehow, he’s wild, unhinged & downright masochistic. He wreaks havoc on the townsfolk & upon himself as he harasses law enforcement, strips naked, eats live spiders, & even becomes an early adopter of the “tramp stamp” &, is overall, a general nuisance.

After causing a bit of chaos, he just straight up disappears for a few weeks until he announces that now he gives guided tours of his lab & has a mullet. Nearly all of this happens before the Society of the Blind Eye has properly formed too, so unless Fiddleford was just going on mass mind erasing sprees in his spare time, there’s no way people forgot about this, at least not immediately.

In conclusion, all of this just looks like an extremely messy breakup, which, is partially true, lmao.

[bklynsboys]

The Theory on Other Halves

pairing: spencer reid x reader summary: "there's an old buddhist saying, i once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making." genre: fluff word count: 1k author's notes: i wrote this because this particular line of spencer's is one of my absolute favorites! i think it's really beautiful how all of the people we love were meant to be in our lives since 500 years ago. and of course, as a fan of space & constellations, i had to insert it into this fic. enjoy <3

THE AIR HUNG HEAVY WITH THE AFTERMATH OF A PARTICULARLY BRUTAL CASE—TYPICAL FOR A DAY IN THE BAU. Dust specks danced in the pale slivers of moonlight filtering through the blinds. Hotch decided it'd be best to give the team a few hours to rest in the motel before heading back home. If it were up to you, you'd be back in your bed as soon as humanly possible, but rooming with the resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid—the object of your unspoken affections—is an opportunity you wouldn't miss.

For months, the two of you have shared a silent dance of exchanged glances and shared interests. Your colleagues, particularly the girls whom you confided in, seemed to think it was mutual. Now, you sat across from each other on motel beds, a comfortable silence blanketing the room. You traced a thoughtful finger along the rim of your empty coffee cup.

"You have a constellation," he said softly, breaking the stillness.

Your gaze flicked to Spencer, then down to your arm where his hand had landed. A faint scattering of moles dotted the inside of your forearm, resembling a modicum of stars. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Looks like Ursa Major," he mused, tracing the pattern with his finger. "Though perhaps a little worse for wear, and without the usual bright light, of course."

You chuckled, mirroring his action on your arm. There, nestled just below your elbow, was a crescent moon birthmark, a surprise you always enjoyed revealing.

"Here's another one," you offered.

He turned his hand, examining the crescent with a childlike curiosity. " It's beautiful," he said simply.

"Did you know," Spencer added softly, his voice barely a murmur, "that the ancient Greek saw Ursa Major as a bear?"

You tilted your head, surprised by the random fact. " A bear?"

A smile played on his lip. " Apparently, the constellation's asterism resembled the animal to them. Makes you wonder what they saw in the night sky that we don't."

"Well, my mom had a different take on that," you began, a fond memory surfacing. " She used to say my moon and stars meant I'd meet a space nerd someday who'd love these marks, and we'd be orbiting each other, kind of like the Earth and the sun. She was into soulmates, you see, and space."

The conversation flowed easily, a map of your bodies sketched through shared stories. You pointed to a jagged scar on your knee, the fading memory of you running around and ending up with a scrape on your knee. He, in turn, showed you the faint line on his palm, a souvenir from a particularly enthusiastic attempt at a science experiment as a child.

Your fingers trailed down the faint scar near his hairline, so faint one wouldn't notice it if they weren't looking at Spencer's face intently. "What's this from?" you asked gently.

Spencer chuckled. " You know, how I have really bad coordination?" He sighed. " I was lost in a book, I ran straight into a doorpost. My mom called me 'Crash' after that."

You squeezed his hand gently, a silent understanding passing between you. You knew how much Spencer cherished his mom, especially with her health declining. Sharing stories about her felt like a tender offering of his vulnerability.

He returned the gesture, his thumb tracing the faint outline of a mango-shaped birthmark on your back. " My mom swears it's from all the mangoes she craved while pregnant," you said with a laugh, remembering your childhood debates about the science behind birthmarks.

As the night wore on, your exploration became a conversation without words. You ended up curled up on one bed. You ran your fingers over the slight dip in his lower back, a lingering ache from a wrestling match between an unsub gone wrong. He skimmed his thumb across the freckle dusting your shoulder, a map of sun-drenched summer days.

There was no urgency, no pressure. Just a quiet appreciation for the way your bodies, like your minds, fit together, like puzzle pieces worn from being fitted together—entangled from experiences, both big and small. In the faint intimacy, you found a deeper connection, a comfort that transcended beyond just physical.

Suddenly, Spencer spoke, his voice soft. " Maybe your mom was right, you know."

"Right about what?" You murmured, head tilting at the man's question.

His gaze met yours, a thoughtful crease furrowing his brow. " About finding your soulmate," he said hesitantly. " There's an old Buddhist saying, I once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making."

A thoughtful hum escaped your lips. " That's beautiful, Spencer," you whispered.

He continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Plato once wrote humans used to have four arms, four legs, and two faces, but Zeus split us in half as a punishment for our pride, and we were destined to walk the Earth searching for our other half."

A soft blush crept up your neck. You hadn't expected such a personal turn in the conversation.

"Plato," you murmured, surprised." The one who wasn't a big fan of the soulmate idea, right?"

Spencer's lips curved into a small smile.

"True," he admitted. "But even a brilliant mind like his couldn't deny the undeniable pull we sometimes feel towards certain people. Maybe the Greeks weren't so far off . Maybe the stars, the constellations, these little imperfections on our skin... Maybe they all tell us a story of where we belong."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You found yourself captivated by the way the moonlight glinted in his eyes.

"So," you finally spoke, your voice barely a whisper, "are you saying we're destined to be wandering halves searching for the other?"

Spencer shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "No," he said, his voice a smooth cadence. " Maybe... Maybe we already found each other."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken sentiments. The air crackled with a tension that both terrified and exhilarated you. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat to the quiet reverberation of the night. Curled beside him, Spencer's arm draped casually across you, its weight a comforting presence, you drifted off to sleep.

A faint smile touched Spencer's lips as he listened to your soft snores. "Good night," he whispered into the darkness.

[3hks]

CORRECTLY Writing "Morally Gray" Characters

Want to write a hot, cool, and bad character but DON'T want he/she to come across as toxic, downright bad, or, god forbid, cringe? Well, I've got a couple of tips that may help you create exactly what you want!

1. Softness

Okay, yes we want this character to be tough and cool, but there also needs to be a certain softness, no matter how small, that comes with them. If there's someone that your character prioritizes or cares about, there has to be a point or two that it shows--a moment where they're soft only for the people that they care about. Why? Because this establishes the humanity in them. It shows the readers that your character IS human, not an emotionless monster.

2. Goals

Key to any good characters are their goals. The thing is, for this type of a character, their objectives can't be so random. They need a reason for their actions, and it needs to be valid. Usually, this is reasoned out by some kind of past epiphany, which is crucial because without it, your character doesn't have anything solid backing up their goals. We need to see where they're coming from.

Bad decisions, but for an understandable reason.

Establishing their morals is important for nearly the same reason.

Now, why is this important? Because it can pull readers to their side. As long as they understand the cause, they have a chance to follow your character's side, increasing their likeability!

3. Neutrality

Notice how this is a "morally gray" character, not a "completely evil" one. Why does this matter? Well, a trait people tend to overlook when writing these characters is the morally gray, or neutral, part. It's important to just occasionally show that your character is walking the fine line and in my opinion, a great way to achieve this is to have them help the protagonist out (instead of always fighting against them) one, or even two times!

4. Positive Characteristics

This is a very simple one, but make sure to depict a couple positive qualities (besides just being hot) of your character! Like my first point, it's pivotal to illustrate that they have some humanity, and this is an easy and great way!

Throw in a few good characteristics (I have a post with some examples of redeeming qualities for villains if you need some help), and let it show that they are still respectable!

5. Backstory

I believe that with certain characters that play certain roles in the story, explaining their backstory is a NEED for them; and this character type is no different! Introducing even a bit of their past can get the audience interested in your character. It also allows for better understanding of them and shows how they changed over time.

6. CONFIDENCE

Be confident in your skills when writing this character! To many, the idea of "cringeness" makes them second-guess how they should write. In reality, it's better to write it however you wish, because if you're confident in one moment and clearly less in another, the readers are able to sense any unexpected changes in things in your character's tones, expressions, and actions.

It's important to keep your character in, well, character. Still, there's going to be a few moments that break it, but it shouldn't be in any unnatural way.

If your character is flirty, then let them act flirty. If they mess around a lot, then let them mess around. Don't limit their actions or words just because you think some people might find it cringe!

Alright, that's it for me! What do you think? Are they valid or unreasonable?

Happy writing~

3hks <3

[charliewrites99]

Me describing characters from Supernatural without ever watching it, based on what I could put together from random tumblr posts

Dean Winchester:

older brother

bi and the closet is glass

psycho-sexual relationship with his car

has a doctor kink

divorced married divorced married widowed by an angel

DADDY ISSUES

don't do this cas

was in hell at one point

shoulder hand print

red-blooded all american hunter manwhore

Sam Winchester:

younger brother

flannel

straight representation (except Gabriel I guess)

Third wheel

dropped out of uni

was engaged to a blond woman (RIP)

a literal walking death sentence to anyone who kisses him

party city wig

was possesed???

the one with common sense???

Castiel:

gay angel

world's saddest eyes

wet soggy orphan beagle

victim of the trench coat epidemic

powerful, but idk about where he lands on the scale

was brainwashed???

the daddy-est of issues (is his father god?)

YOU CHANGED ME DEAN

fish out of water

ditched heaven for the beauty of humanity (Dean's dick)

Jack Supernatural:

destiel child

may or may not be a new god

something celestial

floppy sad boi hair

Gabriel:

just here to have fun do drugs and flirt

trauma

Loki?

Sam's Man Crush Monday

had his lips sewn together at one point

is he dead-dead? or just dead to the writers?

Daddy Winchester:

did not know what he looked like until I went to google the pictures

the worst person to ever exist despite having god and the devil on this show

left the sons the trauma factory that is the family hunting business which killed their mom

doesn't know what hugging looks like probably

Various female-looking objects:

dead girlfriends

beards

that one redhead that called Dean a pussy for not knowing what fifth base is (she seems fun)

another redhead that played Poppy in The Magicians and almost killed Quentin (that I for some reason thought was from Doctor Who)

evil angel girlboss??

This was my contribution for this years November 5th celebration

[jellinuy]

ꪆ୧

there were few things gojo loved about life. a handful of simple joys that made his — frankly, tiring — existence as the world’s strongest sorcerer just a pinch better.

one of them was your face. a vague first, and he knows that, but that doesn’t change his answer.

“satoru, look. look how many there are!”

look at you, fascinated with something as simple as jellyfish, your eyes illuminated by the blue luminescence of the bubbling tank, your palms pressed to the glass as if you’d never even heard of a sea creature before. he’d never given a second thought to things like that, but he’d buy you the entire aquarium to keep that smile on your face.

“mhmm,” he murmurs, "real pretty.” not once had he taken his eyes off you. even with six of them, he could never get tired of the way your cheeks stretch and your lips show off your teeth.

the second thing was the way you looked at him.

or maybe, he'd told himself countless times, times late at night when his thoughts raced with you, times when he felt his heart ache and pull against his ribs, begging his lips to spill words that his brain told him to keep in, maybe you look at the whole world like that. he wouldn’t be surprised if you did. the way your eyes gleamed when you stared at something you loved — satoru gojo never thought he could be jealous of an inanimate object until he met you.

the third thing was the fact that you didn’t know how he felt. it was a bittersweet, slightly addicting feeling, like candy with a sour coating and a sugary aftertaste. he’d thought out how to tell you: that was why you were at the aquarium right now, though he’d disguised the very obvious date as another hangout when he’d first texted you.

“i didn’t know there were so many different kinds,” you continued to ramble, your hands still pressed to the tank. then you turned to him with that look. that look of wonder. like a child — and gojo hated children, but when you looked at him like that…

“do you think we’re jellyfish in some other life?” such a stupid, random question, and yet his heart pounds, and he prays you can’t hear it. white lashes flutter under his sunglasses, all six eyes focused on the shape of your lips as they push out sweet words. the strongest sorcerer, prodigy of the gojo clan, reduced to something of an elementary school kid with a life-sized crush.

“…yeah,” he mutters, clearing his throat awkwardly when his voice nearly cracks. “yeah, probably.”

the rest of that day was spent in a comfortable bubble, just you and gojo, wandering around staring at fish. it was simple, and he’d not have it any other way. for a few hours, he could forget about it all, take in your face and feel his tiredness die out like a bad dream.

satoru gojo swore the gods must have hated him.

he couldn’t even lift the tarp. it was white, practically red now that unimaginable amounts of blood had soaked it through. your eyes were closed now, courtesy of him — because you deserved to rest in peace, and because he couldn’t bear to see the fear preserved in them as you lay there on the table. as a reminder that he wasn't there to save you.

'killed in action'. three fucking words, and his world was turned on its head.

if had he known the aquarium was the last place you two would've been happy together, gojo would've given anything to make that day last just a few minutes longer, so he could spill his guts, pour his heart out, told you that you could be jellyfish in your next lives like he should have.

but in the end, you died without ever knowing he loved you.

[brucewaynehater101]

I need you to stop me from making another Tim Drake centric fic

I got this random idea that won’t leave me alone

like what if the emotional scars and trauma people have show up physically too most commonly as little cracks on the skin and all of the bats have them

they hide them tho with make up and stuff so people don’t question it except Tim hides them from everyone maybe bc that’s what his parents taught him to do maybe bc he just doesn’t want to burden any of the bats

the bats think that Tim is fine so to them he’s invincible which leads them to treat him as such subconsciously or otherwise especially Bruce

it takes a lot for something to be bad enough that they physically manifest and Tim has A LOT bc everyone thinks he’s invincible

:) it won’t leave me alone help me I beg of you

Hmm.... Let's add on, shall we? This is a very rad idea. You should definitely write a fic about it, but no pressure.

Mind if I explore it? Also, feel free to disregard any part below you don't want/disagree with. This is just brainstorming ^^

Alright. Emotional scars are a physical mark on someone's skin.

Similar to regular scars, they can fade as a person heals.

Some may never disappear, and some only appear for a short time.

What would their color be?

Would they look like actual cracks in a person (so black-ish in color)? Would they be gold or multi-colored (different colors represent different kinds of emotional traumas)?

The level of hurt inflicted is directly proportional to the size (length and width) of the scar.

Perhaps more could be deduced from the general shape (is it jagged? A single line? Branching?)

Not all people have these marks

Most of the population manifests them. There's some prejudice against folk who don't [something something they are heartless, incapable of feelings, not able to be emotionally hurt, cold, detached, etc.], but hiding scars is also common. Therefore, it's harder to discern whether someone is hiding their marks or markless. It's a very fine line, so most people allow a smaller mark to show every once in a while. There's even a few trends to proudly display all marks.

Marks appear at the time of the emotional harm

It may not be apparent at the time due to the location, but the individual being hurt will manifest the mark at the very moment of emotional harm.

Anyways, that's the background stuff. Fun, but let's get into Tim specifically ^^

Tim's parents are part of the few who believe that showing off your scars to anyone, even your loved ones, is both a weakness and a way to guilt-trip people. Therefore, through their archeology studies, they managed to obtain magical objects to prevent the showing of emotional marks. It's similar to glamor.

Tim's object can change forms to suit his needs (so a ring at one moment and an earring the next). This ability prevents the Bats from discovering it.

Janet fakes a very small mark on her hand when she wants to discourage any rumors that's she's incapable of manifesting marks. For Tim, though, his parents wanted him to have rumors of being incapable of forming marks. It served their purpose better for him being the cunning Drake heir.

The deception started from birth, so no one but the Drakes know of Tim's ability to form marks [and the Drake parents never see the marks they leave behind on their child].

The Waynes, long before Tim entered their life, were aware of these rumors. Thus, when Tim demands to become Robin, he doesn't correct their assumptions.

Bruce is a callous fucker to Tim at the start. If Tim can't be hurt emotionally, then Bruce's ill-treatment of him is fine (which is flawed logic. The markless can be emotionally hurt, and they still deserve kindness, dignity, and respect even if they couldn't. Bruce was mentally fucked up, but it doesn't excuse his treatment).

Eventually, Bruce comes to the second realization that Tim should still be treated well even if it doesn't hurt him regardless. The man's behavior is better, but he still has the notion in mind that Tim can't be emotionally hurt. He uses this for missions and to downplay the way his other kids treat Tim (specifically Jason and Damian when they first meet Tim).

Tim gets used to a rotation of insult-names: Robot Robin, heartless, markless (said insultingly), cold-blooded, unfeeling bastard, etc.

He's also subject to a TON of misunderstandings. People are more reluctant to love him due to the belief that he can't love them back. He gets yelled at and told off for "masking/faking his emotions" when he's actually being genuine.

Which adds to his hurt :)

He also has to pretend not to grieve his parents when they die :(

Due to how rare markless are, the Bats don't meet "another" one until after the BruceQuest. When they chat with this person, they realize how many misconceptions they have about them (such as the markless being incapable of feelings. In fact, they accidentally offend that person when they tell the other they don't need to fake their emotions in front of the Bats. Safe to say, the markless individual becomes incensed when they realize how they've been treating their own markless family member).

This would be at least four (probably closer to five) years after Tim first became Robin. The entire family has a meltdown.

Tim, on the other hand, is used to the treatment the Bats have been giving him and becomes incredibly uncomfortable with them trying to care for his feelings and whatnot. It's rocky for a long while as everyone tries to seek forgiveness for something Tim bitterly doesn't hold against them (he is lying to them after all).

Tim rarely, if ever, views his own marks. The last time he checked was when he was having his identity crisis after Robin was taken from him. His entire body, from head to toe, had cracks in it. There was a giant, gaping crack on his back for the metaphorical stab in the back it was.

And we haven't even gotten to when the Bats figure out Tim was never markless :)

[another-random-object-show]

ANOTHER RANDOM OBJECT SHOW: SEASON 2, EPISODE 2 "It won't be Long."

Telephone nervously tapped his foot as The Losers stood around in silence. “Alright! We may have lost the FIRST challenge but…” Telephone pauses. “We can win the next one! Just.. gotta be motivated!” He says, enthusiastically. “or be more focused; I think SOME of us here are dead weight.” Hammer said, staring at Diamond and Money Bag. “…I get I made us all lose last time, but can we—” Soda Can says, apologetically before being cut off; “Nawh, you have potential; you’re fine. THOSE two however? Rich Preps. Never had to work a day in their lives..” Hammer sneers. “Why excuse you!” Money Bag scoffs.

Taco retreats into a bush, he turns to Ice Cream and Pizza. “They seem easy to infiltrate! We just have to… uh.. befriend them! ..then they'll switch!” Taco cheers. “..wait, your plan was to befriend our enemies?” Pizza asks. “Wouldn't it be easier to just manipulate them, or something?” Ice Cream adds. “…but that's really mean..!” Taco says. “Yeah, well you gotta do mean things sometimes, sweetie.” Ice Cream groans. “Besides, me and Pizza are getting bored watching The Losers, we’re gonna go find some people to talk to.” She says, now walking with Pizza. “See ya! :D” Pizza waves.

Telephone sighs as The Losers disband from the area, followed by a shrill yelp after being startled by Briefcase asking; “Telephone?! Where on Earth is Mr. Kārd, then?!” Telephone replied— “M… mister Kārd is busy, Mr. Briefcase! We just had a heated interaction in which Hammer’s interest intertwined with Mr. Kārd’s..!” Hammer scoffed. “You should tell your boss that he’s the problem with our team, subordinate!” Hammer scowls. “Uhm, er.. uhm… y-yes!” Telephone answered, running off. Soda Can began to follow, stopped by Hammer. “You, stop. Let's discuss a plan.” He said.

Pizza, Ice Cream and Taco now spotted R0BUD, Klubs Kārd, Mannequin and The Cherry Sisters— a clique to infiltrate; they immediately insert themselves into their group.

After securing a spot in the clique, The Foodies, alongside The Losers and The Winners, got brought back to their own areas, The Gourd now announced…

“CONTESTANTS! Today’s challenge will be centered around SHACKS! Teams must build SHACKS to live in! Whichever team has the WORST Shack by the end of the 2 hour period will be UP FOR ELIMINATION!” The Gourd announced.

“Cool, where are the tools?” Pizza asked. “..or boards!” Taco exclaimed.

“…OH.” The Gourd awkwardly spawned in a dozen piles of planks, screws, and construction equipment. “…go ahead!” He said, now snapping to start the 2 hour period.

“Huh– okay, where do we start?” Taco asked Burger. “Uuuuuhhhh…” Bread now got some planks and exclaimed— “I’m on it, don’t worry!!” as he began to foundate the structure.

Meanwhile, Diamond was ranting, talking about the plan until he turned his back, to which Torch said— “Sodie~! …got any plans?”

“I.. uh…” Hammer now spoke for him. “We’ll have to foundate the shack— y’know, concrete and mortar? Yeah. We have to do that, y’all.” Hammer nodded, now taking Soda Can. “Torch, can you—” Torch shrugged and went on with it before Hammer finished. “…huh. and Soda, wanna talk while we do the shack?” He asked. “..uh… y.. yeah!”

As Hammer and Soda Can built the walls, The Cherry Sisters side-eyed Torch and Money Bag, one spoke now. “Are they…?” Cherry asked. “Oh, they're TOTALLY.” Cherri replied. “Ohmygod— I know right?” Cherry accepted. “like just shut up and..!” Cherri said, the two giggled as they watched Torch talk to Money Bag who, for some reason, just couldn't stop flustering at whatever Torch was saying to him. Money Bag eventually huffed and went back to Diamond with his supplies, as did Torch with Hammer.

“See— you need to hold it CAREFULLY— here.” Hammer helped Soda Can use a circle saw but.. it was warm. So warm. So odd. The way he grabbed his hand and gently wrapped it around his waist to insure he’d be safe if anything happened— which he was right.

The Circle Saw suddenly groaned and revealed itself as Sawblade who shouted— “FUCKING HELL— JUST FUCK ALREADY!” as he now flung himself at the two, which failed as Hammer pulled both himself and Soda Can away onto the field— causing Sawblade to fling off.

“Y’GOOD?!” Hammer asked as he held Soda Can. “..aaaaHHHH YEAH.” Soda Can said, flustering to get off. “MHM! Right! Y’know, let’s just.. build this!” Soda Can pointed at the planks. “…how are we supposed to build without a saw?” Hammer asked, resulting in Soda Can to space out. “..ahh, don’t worry, I’m a Hammer! I’ll just nail them in.” He chuckled. “..r-right! Mhm!” Soda Can got up and began to build the shack with what planks they had.

Meanwhile, The Winners were ahead, per usual.

“IT IS FOR CERTAIN WE ARE SAFE.” R0BUDDY said. “Oh, er.. yeah, yep! Mhm! Keep building!” Camera said, sitting in a lawn chair. “If I knew R0BUDDY just did things without question, I would've used him for the first challenge!” Camera admitted to Hot Chocolate. “..er… R0BUDDY’s sentient. You… KNOW that ri—” Camera groans. “..where’s Clown?” He asks. “..Clown is er.. where IS Clown…?”

For The Foodies, who were struggling, things only got worse when…

“Ah.. here we go.. we’re nearly done!” Taco claimed, suddenly, Sawblade came flying through and, while missing Taco, hit Ice Cream. “OHMYGOD” Burger yelped— “STRAWBERRY!!” Pizza screamed, panicked. Bread, however, witnessing this, thought of something… leading him to rush to The Gourd just as it was announced—

“THE LOSERS ARE SAFE!” The Gourd cheered as The Losers had been first to finish their shack.

“Oh… GOOD JOB YOU GUYS!! :D” Bread cheered them on, resulting in Telephone nodding slightly to say— “er.. t.. thank you!”

“…anyways! GOURD! RECOVER ICE CREAM! D:” Bread worried.

As The Gourd recovered Ice Cream, Taco tried to finish his stack, however, Clown, hiding around the corner, shook it and—

“W— WOAHHH!” CLATTER! “FREE MATERIAL?” R0BUDDY heard the clattering and now rushed over to steal the things used in The Foodie’s Shack.

Before they knew it… “THE WINNERS ARE SAFE! FOODIES! YOU’RE UP FOR ELIMINATION!” The Gourd announced.

“..no..! ..I… I did everything right!” Taco sighed. “Don't beat yourself up over it..!” Bread patted Taco’s back. “Besides, Sawblade caused more damage today, I think…” Spade scowled. “More like Taco..! I SAW with my own eyes what you did.” Taco sighed. “or Bread! He abandoned us!” Burger argued. “You guys just wanna get rid of us!” Spade groaned as he walked away, leaving Bread, Burger and Taco.

“Sigh… maybe they're right. I.. would like to—” Taco stopped Burger. “Burgz, no. Don't finish that. You’d be letting Spade’s get the final say.” Burger sighed as Bread furthered— “Exactly! I know it's hard but… we’ve gotta show you guys can be better than him!” Bread pause. “…if he doesn't convince the others.” He sighed as he saw Spade spreading misinformation about Taco.

“AND KLUBS—” Spade was about to give a job to Klubs before Briefcase ahemed. “Mr. Kārds?” Spade recoiled. “Briefcase! Erm…!” Briefcase sighed. “Kārds, do you have any idea where we are? or why you’re spreading.. rumors?” Briefcase reminded. “…a gameshow.. and to… eliminate the competition?” Briefcase sighed at this answer. Leading to Spade being shut by Klubs. “Mr. Case, wait. I must say something.” Klubs said, stopping Briefcase as he spoke to him.

All the while, The Cherry Sisters crept up on Soda Can, lightly shocking him as he was deep in thought.

“OH— SHIT!” Soda Can recoiled upon The Cherry Sisters making a long, windy birdcall. “The.. fuck?” The Cherries giggled then said, “Sorry! We didn't know how to approach—” Cherri said, “anyways, what’s with you and Hammer?” Cherry asked. “Oh. I… I don't know.” Soda Can sighed. “In retrospect, I… don't even know what show I’m on. I didn't even agree to join.” Cherri piqued— “Wait. You didn't agree?” Soda Can seemed confused, saying: “Yeah… why?” The Sisters whisper amongst each other, which Cherry eventually says. “It’s just… that's weird. Every person we’ve talked to— albeit, that's very few— actually joined on their own behalf.” Soda Can seemed slightly intrigued now, and, out of sheer curiosity, asked “Did… you?” The Sisters paused. “…well…” Cherri looked at Cherry, who looked at Cherri. “…I… think uhm…” The Sisters mumble. “…Cherries, it's… yo.. did you or did you not get dragged into the bus by The Gourd?” Soda Can asked. “…no?” Cherry said, Cherri sighing a breath of relief. “Then no, Cherry, we’re perfectly fine! That means Hammer, Diamond and Spade, Bread and Sawblade, and Camera all joined on their own terms!” Suddenly appearing, The Clacker Brothers exclaim— “and don't forget about us!” The Sister exchanges a chuckle as Soda Can asks: “Wait. What? …I thought you guys basically spied on other teams and sometimes us? What—” The Right Brother now states “Simple! We’re both two. Obviously once we caught on, we replicated her! ^^” The Brothers point at a different sister, and begin to bicker, cut off by Cherri saying: “Wait, you were replicating us?” The Right one sheepishly admits— “I, uh… well… it was Jandro’s idea!” He points to the left. “Ay, shut up Luis.” He scowls. “We did it after R0BUDDY suggested it to us.” Soda Can sighs. “Al.. right then?” Cherry now blurts out— “HAMMERCAN—” before being covered by Cherri. “What was that?” Soda Can said. “It’s nothing, just… go spend time with Hammer! :)” Cherri suggests, dismissing Soda Can.

“…Luis, what do you want?” Cherri asks. “Oh… sorry, we—” Alejandro tugged on Luis, pulling him to the right. “HE was just curious about the plan for the next elimination. We’re both safe this time—” Cherri cuts him off. “Elimination isn't really our thing, Al. We can't just make up votes; Cherry’s a prep, I’m a gossip girl, you’re uh…” she pauses. “and Luis is soft.” Alejandro sighed. “Exactly. If we don't start playing cards, we’re gonna end up in shit.” There was silence, then Cherry asked— “sooo… is Luis single?”

Just as Alejandro scowls, and Luis is about to excitedly answer— The Gourd rings out: “FOODERS! MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE ELIMINATION AREA, AND HAVE A VOTE IN MIND.” Cherry sighs as The Clacker Brothers walk off, with Cherri saying to her, “Don't worry, I’m sure we'll reconvene with them… plus, it's not like they're up for voting!” Cherry looks over at Cherri.

With The Foodies now at the elimination zone, The Gourd speaks. “FOODPEOPLE. You are ALL up for elimination against each other.” Spade leans over to Sawblade, whispering something to him, before leaning back. Though Taco notices this, he is focused on The Gourd. “Each person will get a chance to make their vote. The person with the most votes is out of the game. Any objections or questions?” The Gourd surveys the team. “…very well.” The Gourd now snaps his fingers loudly, three times. “MAKE A VOTE.” Spade is the first of the group to get up, being confident in his vote, however ensures Sawblade follows him to the booth.

Spade whispers once again, before entering the voting booth, and complaining: “My, it smells BURNT in here! …damages not paid by who-na-now?” The Gourd corrects from outside, “Lunartic, and stay on task. Make a vote.”

Spade groans. “Fine. Whatever, I already know who's out.” He confidently picks Taco for his vote.

Surprisingly, Sawblade allows Bread and Burger to cut him in line so he can speak to everyone else in line privately, gathering the other four contestants of The Foodies into a quartet line staring at the back.

Bread enters the Voting Booth, and notes this immediately. “Wonder what they're looking at Sawblade for? Maybe he said something? …oh well! Uhm… oh… uhh…” Bread freezes up, causing The Gourd to use the booth’s PA. “What? What's wrong?” He asks. “…I don't… know who to vote for… uhm…” The Gourd sighs. “Listen. I can't help you vote. Sorry. Pick a person, just… whoever you think wouldn’t be nice to you back?” Bread thinks. “..oh! ..so.. Sawblade or Spade?” Bread pauses, sighing after realizing he just asked The Gourd to make a decision for him, which he can't do as the show’s host. “…well… what would Burger pick? He’s nice! …I think… uhm… he seems angry at Spades.. so.. Spade?” Vote counted! “..because… uhm… oh I hope I’m not eliminating someone…” Bread murmurs nervously, exiting the booth and allow Burger follows after, anticlimactically telling an exiting Bread his vote is for “Spade. He’s an asshole.” Taco join in too. “No kidding. Seriously, I don't know why— but I have a feeling he's already found a way to pull SOMEBODY’s strings.”

Sawblade enters after them, then smiles whilst voting for Taco. There is no dialogue from him as he lets the other half of the team come into the voting booth.

Ice Cream follows first. “What a creep! Seriously, time to go!” She repulsed about Taco. “Couldn't agree more. She absolutely has to get out.” Pizza voted with. Of course, came Ramen. Who paused and sighed. “…I wish it hadn't come to this.” She said, lightly tapping a vote.

With that, as Ramen exited the voting booth, The Gourd announced just as she sat down— “The votes are in! Whoever has the most votes shall leave tonight.” He nods, now reading the votes aloud.

“First vote: Spade.”

Spade shifts and sighs, believing this as inconsequential.

“Second vote: Spade.”

Spade slightly perks now, but sits back down as he allows the ceremony to continue.

“Third vote: Taco.”

Taco glares over at Spade, tension present.

“Fourth vote: Taco.”

However, she finds it inconsequential, too, as she is calmed by Burger.

“Fifth vote: Spade. Three votes, Spade.”

Spade now becomes alert, surprised now as he becomes aware of the situation’s severity.

“Sixth vote: Taco. Three votes, Taco.”

Taco is now baffled as he hears that. Now realizing some of the other Foods voted against him.

“Seventh vote: Taco. Four votes Taco, Three Votes Spade. The final vote goes to…”

Spade now gets ready to hear for a Tie, and Taco is confused as to what it was leading to her elimination.

“Taco. With five votes against you, you have been eliminated.”

Spade sits back down, with a sigh of relief. Taco, however, sits up and immediately asks—

“What the hell?!” She stares at the team, Burger coming over. “We are a TEAM?!” Pizza stands up. “That was until I learned you two want to voyage with me and Cream!” He defies. “..what?” Burger asks. “Don't play koi— first you REFUSE to let us use manipulation tatics, now you act dumb?! Do you seriously think we’re genuinely this clueless?!” Ice Cream revolts. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT??” Taco revolts back. “GUYS! Guys! Let's calm down! We can surely settle this over something more calming—” Bread said before Ramen cut him off. “like Hot Chocolate?” Bread agreed, not realizing her hint. “Yes, yes! Such as cocoa! Oh! That's wonderful! Tac–” CLAP! “…o.” The Gourd had already eliminated Taco by the time Bread turned around.

“…I wish it didn't have to come to this.” Ramen sighs. “..come to what?” Burger asks. “YOU and HER don't want cross-team mingling.” Ramen revolts. “…WHAT?” Burger asks. “..what?” Burger groans. “…with… whom?” Ramen sighs, admitting: “Hot Chocolate of The Winners.” Burger perks up. “…in what universe do me or Taco need to make sure you and Hot Chocolate aren't meeting?” Burger asks. “…this one.” Ramen says, growing confused. “…Ramen, is this bychance a romantic relationship?” Ramen flusters. “Well, I—” Burger groans. “Ramen. The point is so long as it doesn't affect the team, I genuinely do NOT care who you're talking with. Seriously, who told you this??” Ramen pauses. “…shit. Sawblade.” Burger groans. “Who’s currently a dogwhistle for Spade, but…” Burger looks over at Spade, who is being assaulted by Sawblade, who is bored. “LET ME CARVE ART INTO YOU!!!” He’d screech. “NO! HANDS OFF ME, FILTH!” Burger turns back. “..yeah. Anyways, knowing this, I need you to gather the others to meet tomorrow. I think I know what happened.” Ramen nodded. “That sounds right. Sawblade talked to us person-by-person, and whispered so nobody else but his targets would hear. That probably means he told each of us a different story so we’d vote for a different reason.” Burger nods. “Exactly. Hence I need to tell everyone this.. and prove it. Again, thanks, and.. seriously, go talk to her if you want.” Ramen nods. “I will.” She says, walking off.

Bread then approached Burger as The Gourd began to close the episode. “Burger, I’m so sorry. I thought I could help but…” Bread pauses looking at Burger, then back at the ground. “..I… yet again failed to make things better. At all.” He says, sighing. “..hey.. it's okay! You at-least TRIED to help us eliminate Spade.” Bread paused. “…would it have made any difference?” Burger sighs. “Of course it would! If you hadn't voted with me and Taco, you’d be just as ill informed as the others.” Burger says, standing up. “…don't beat yourself up over the fact the outcome didn't come out any differently than it would've if you had done nothing. The only people who deserve to beat themselves up are people who didn't even try to do anything.” Bread looks up, confused. “…so I shouldn't feel bad, because I tried?” Burger nods. “Exactly. Here, do you wanna walk around The Plains?” He offers. “…okay.” Bread and Burger now leave the Elimination Area as The Gourd calls out the final lines of the script.

“…here, on Another Random Object Show. Hm.” He claps, causing the torches to go out, and ending the episode once and for all.

END.

Another Random Object Show was written by TheWiseGuest.

FIN.

“Visit us at 56 Takani Ln. in The 51st Today!” Marianna exclaimed.

“…hey, wait— where did the Taco and Burger we were holding just go?” Diana noted as the commercial ended. “…good question? Uhm… huh.” Marianna blinked, deciding to rewind the footage. “…weird— they just… disappeared?” Diana looked at Marianna, then the footage, and paused. “…huh. They… did uhm… huh.”

MEANWHILE, IN THE PLAINS.

“…huh…?” Taco awoke with Burger, being given life. “…what are you saying?” … “…what's going on here—” Burger got up, now interrupted by The Gourd. “Oh good, it worked! Are you two aware of what you’re doing?” He’d ask. “…no?” Taco said. “…we aren't even su—” The Gourd cuts them off again. “GREAT! You two are Taco and Burger, respectively! You hail from Diana and Marianna’s Burgers and Tacos, a… sponsor I found.” He blinks. “..and are officially two new contestants for Season 2 of ANOTHER RANDOM OBJECT SHOW!” Burger now replied— “Hold on, what? I’m sorry, we.. just uhm… wee… huh…” Taco nudged Burger. “Burgs, I’m sure if we stick together we can just like.. make a duo? I guess?” Burger thought for a while, then nodded. “..okay, I guess. Sure.” The Gourd now declared— “WONDERFUL! The show begins in a few months! For now, mind tidying the place as a pre-challenge?” Burger and Taco nod. “Sure! Okay, Taco! Help me pluck weeds!” Taco agrees and gets to work with Burger as The Gourd disappears to create more contestants.

[pascals-doll]

like a virgin

joel miller x reader

🫧 inspired by madonnas like a virgin MY MADONNA CONCERT IS COMING UP I-

🫧 i always make my writings for joel so long but i love this man smm i could write all day for him it dont even b on purpose 😩

🫧 description: pre-outbreak!joel, babysitter!reader, reader babysits sarah, semi-fluff, DILF JOEL DILFFF, age gap (joel is 36 and reader is early 20s), smut smut, SMUT SMUTTT, dom!joel, softdom!joel(ugh i need so bad),sub!reader, hella praise kink, reader and joel are obessesed w each other tbh, secret crushing, body worship (reader reciving/ slight joel), pussy eating, possessive!joel, unprotected sex, p in v sex, hair pulling (j recieving), tommy is a teasing p.o.s 😭, no use of y/n, use of nicknames (sweetheart, darlin, and sweet girl).

you stepped into the miller’s residence weekly to babysit his daughter Sarah, she was the sweetest teen girl. she reminded you a bit of yourself when you were her age which was probably the cause of the instant connection.

you had been baby-sitting for almost 8 months now, leading to getting closer to Joel; Sarah’s dad.

Joel was more than a hunk of a man, he towered over you even with your heeled mary-janes at times, his broad build engulfing all his clothing making him look like a slutty construction worker with his roughed up baggy-blue jeans thats sinched around his waist perfectly.

you would be lying if you wouldn’t oogle the man while his attention was pulled onto something else. you would watch the way he talked so sweetly to Sarah, yet when it came to a phone call, his neighbor, a stranger or his brother, Tommy that would occasionally stop by.

Joel would have this assertive and unruly tone underneath that thick southern accent. he was a man that paid close attention in his life which is why he has allowed you to take care of his daughter with so much trust.

you would never know it but Joel cherished you and the things you do.

Joel would show it in very discreet ways, today was a prime a example.

“m’havin a famiy cookout later t’night, why don’t you head on home to rest, so you can come back to enjoy with us.” Joel invitied you with ease as you began to grab your belongings from his coat-rack near his front door.

you grabbed your purse, walking towards the sound of his voice which was right around the corner. Joel was standing in his wide living room.

“it would be more than my pleasure. thank you for everything again. im always very appreciative for sarah and you” you thanked him sweetly, eyes meeting his.

he stood next to his large bookcase that had an assortment of different books, personal objects, some cds/dvds, and his vinyls.

joel picked up a vinyl, sliding out of the slot in the shelving of his bookcase, pulling it out of the envelope, and placing it on the record player.

yet another instance, where you accidentally ogle him.

“the real thank you should be t’ya. im adjustin’ to single parentin’ and ya’ been very accommodatin’, thank you.”

your kind demeanor was the sweetner to his coffee.

you were now home, getting dressed to return to the Miller’s residence.

usually when you’re babysitting, you dressed lazily. you would put on a random shirt and jeans or sweats.

you wanted to cleanup a bit more, knowing it wasnt just going to be you and sarah most of the day; Joel would be there.

you threw on this cute blue floral sundress that was mid-length, it stopped right below your cross necklace.

you finished up by pairing it with white frilly socks with mid-heeled black flats.

you didn’t put much makeup on, only putting the basics before doing any last touch-ups and grabbing your black mini-purse.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

once you arrived, opening the gate and greeting a few of the people that were sitting on the porch before entering through the front door.

the sound of chatter got louder as you walked through his home. you turned around to the corner and his living room was empty but his kitchen was cluttered with different food and grill necessities.

you thought to yourself how they must be outside, you began to walk farther into his home till the back where the sliding door to his backyard was.

you began to slide the door open “oh my!! you came!” sarah squealed out of excitement, she came from restroom door next to the side of his sliding door.

you immediately engulfed the excited girl that ran into your arms “i wouldn’t miss it for the world, girl!” you exclaim while smiling.

“c’mon! my dad is outside grilling!” sarah spoke excitedly. she grabbed your hand as you opened the door and walked outside together.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

“d’ya invite that sweet babysitter of yours?” Tommy asks joel while seasoning the steak “i did, i hope she comes-you know, for sarah and all” Joel tries to play off with his words.

“oh my brother fancy’s someone, i see” Tommy chuckles out, putting his beer bottle up in the air slightly.

“i do not fuckin’fancy that young lady. she’s gone above and beyond for my daughter and i just wanted her to feel welcome” Joel explains himself, his tone laced with angry yet getting his explaination a across a bit hastily. Tommy’s eyebrow quirks.

“don’t say nothin’ else” Joel utters out in a stern tone, grabbing his cold corona as Tommy puts his hands up in defence.

Tommy turned his head, not the best decision as it made his amusement grow fonder. he turns back to Joel.

“well, ya’look at that brother” Tommy slys out, throwing a wink at his older brother before making his way back to his wife Maria.

It was you and sarah approaching, Joel actually choked on his sip of beer.

you were beautiful, Joel wasn’t an oblivious man.

Joel, himself even thought it was impressive how easily you cleaned yourself up by just some jeans and sweatshirt; at times just a shirt.

tonight was different, very different.

Joel finally has seen you outside of your different hoodies and pants.

he couldn’t begin to comprehend as you and sarah got closer and closer “Dad! she made it” sarah calls him out in excitement.

you finally approached him next to his griller which caused him to immediately snap out of his gaze.

Joel gave you his hand to shake “thank you so much for having me” you thank him, sweetly accepting as you began to shake pulling you in for a soft side hug.

you were right beside him, feeling the heat of the fire from the grill on both of you.

in Joel’s eyes, up close, your beauty was now beyond otherworldly. your light blue sundress bringing out the color of your eyes, the way your hair fell on your shoulders, and your jewlery sparkiling the tone of your skin.

you looked so elegant, yet you still managed to keep it simple. your winged liner making you look more mature than just the light mascara you would rush onto your lashes before getting out of your car on babysitting days.

Joel couldn’t begin to wrap it around his mind how you could possibly look so pure yet you were a woman. a hard-working one at that.

he knew that. it was something that made him desire you which felt so wrong.

“anytime, ya deserve to be apart of the family-shit! ya’already are” Joel goes off a bit nervously after ogling you. you gave him a soft smile.

“did’ya need help with the grill?” you quickly perk in as the fire began to sizzle a tad bit louder than usual “ah shit!” Joel exclaims, flipping each of the steak.

“careful now, brother! dont burn ‘em!” Tommy calls out, laughing with a devious smirk as he approaches again with cooler in hand.

Joel grumbled something under his under his breath as he focused on the grill.

“nice to meet you, i’ve heard s’much about you! I’m Joel’s brother, Tommy.” the younger brother introduces himself.

you give him your hand to shake “It is nice to meet the uncle tommy” you joke out causing sarah to giggle with you.

Joel couldn’t begin to explain the beauty you carried within you.

he was sure that if a god made you, it was Hestia and Aphrodite.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

the evening was pleasantly spent by you getting to meet maria and her pregnant belly, congratulating her.

then once it was time to serve the dinner, you helped Joel and Tommy by moving the grilled food off of the grill.

this consisted of Tommy making jokes that had slight insinuating under-tones that you were too naive to pick up but laugh everytime Joel would punch Tommy’s shoulder roughly, not being playful at all.

you helped bring in the food as sarah set up the dining table. once everything was set up and everyone sat down to eat, Joel’s grilling being beyond splendid.

when dinner was over while everyone cleaned up, you went to use the restroom.

you finished using up the restroom which is how you were now in Joel’s living room.

you began to admire his large bookcase from where he stood earlier to invite you.

you skimmed through, your hands softly going over the objects as you observed his books, framed pictures, his collection of dvds, and then his vinyls.

you had a record player of your own, sometimes sarah would ask you to play bon jovi and tell you where the record was.

Joel had an impressive collection, ranging to every genre of music. he had some legends on vinyls like Bob Marley, Johnny Cash, Lionel Richie, and Madonna.

you immediately picked up the Madonna vinyl, it was her second album ‘Like a Virgin’.

you grew up with your mom adoring Madonna more than anything which explains your adoration for her music.

“I was in highschool when i first heard Madonna” a deep voice spoke through the room, behind you.

you automatically knew it was Joel, turning around still looking at the tracklist on the back of his vinyl “this is my favorite album besides Like a Prayer” you say as you walk up to him, smiling.

“you weren’t even born yet” Joel laughs out causing you to jokingly get offended.

“excuse me, i know my Madonna” you joke back, giving him a playful wink which he just gave you a slight chuckle too.

“she say she know she Madonna, ay?” he gives you a slight smile, opening up his record player before inserting the vinyl.

soon enough the record player began to ring a classic 80s pop beat through the room.

you automatically felt yourself slightly popping your leg with the beat and snapling your fingers slightly.

“go ahead, Mr.80s” you state smiling, inviting him to dance “oh no, i-don’t dance” Joel quirks out awkwardly, now standing nervous.

Joel admired your confidence and comfortabilty in your skin, you were so young and full of life while also being so sophisticated and methodical.

you grab Joels hands and began to playfully sway with him.

Oh, like a virgin

Touched for the very first time

Like a virgin

When your heart beats next to mine

🫧

you sang the melodious lyrics under your breath. you felt your breath hitch as you locked eyes with joel, being in his grasp.

you could feel your body burn up in his strong hold, his heavy hand on the small of your waist.

your breath hitched causing your chest to push up against his chest. this felt so right, the way his hands held your body and each of your curves.

🫧

You're so fine, and you're mine

Make me strong, yeah, you make me bold

Oh, your love thawed out

Yeah, your love thawed out

What was scared and cold

Joel made you feel more than a woman, you were so polish and refined, yet so sophisticated and mature while all-looking ever so young and full of life.

he felt a bit of confidence which made him twirl you around, engulfing you into his embrace again with one arm; your back to his chest now.

you swore the sound of the song was slowly drowning out and now the sexual tension was ringing through the both of you.

you could feel his heartbeat thump against your back as his hands rubbed both sides of your waist to the rythem of your delicate sways.

you leaned your head back against his chest, his scent being the only thing on your mind.

you felt him begin to caress your hair with one hand as it left your waist.

“you’re s’beautiful, hope y’know that” Joel could blame it on his 5 beers but 5 beers wasn’t shit for Joel, he was very conscious of his choices.

the compliment sent shivers down your spine as you swore your knees grew limp momentarily.

you turned around, your thigh now inbetween one of his legs, chests pressed against each other, his hands gripping your hips now, and faces inches away from each other.

your lips were parted, you really were debating on kissing the beautiful hunk of a dad infront of you.

fuck it

just like that, within no time your lips were moving like you both had never kissed anyone before.

the song continuing to play as the both of you makeout in his living room while everyone was outside.

the way his hands ran through all of your body like he had never touched anyone, your lips pulling away to catch your breathe momentarily like you had never been kissed like that before.

Joel completely ravished you.

hell…now that he had you, he wasn’t gonna let go now.

“m’room darlin’” he mutters against your lips, before completely scooping you up bridal style. it caught you slightly off guard, gasping which made Joel smack your ass playfully.

“oh, aren’t you a gentleman?” you joke, your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“oh, don’t’cha worry sweetheart” Joel smirks out as you arrived to his room.

he laid you on his bed, going down with you while on top of you. he began to move his lips from kissing you to your neck, pulling down the small straps that held your dress.

each kiss that Joel placed on your body felt like a burning sensation, making your insides erupt with giddiness.

you felt like this was your first time all over again. your mind was racing, heart was nervous, and body was clamy.

and it was all because of Joel.

you weren’t sexually active at all recently, you were so busy with work, about to graduate with your masters, and even babysitting sarah; spending more time at the Millers than on dates.

you did go out but lord were the guys of this generation a bunch of sluts.

“what’s on your mind? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?” Joel’s rushes out accidentally, not wanting to sound nervous but he did.

you weren’t only one feeling like a bad teenager doing this for the first time.

Joel smelled your perfume and that was all it took to get his mind racing. he couldn’t begin to fathom how he finally got to have you.

the way his big frame craddled yours sent him into overdrive, his heart going a million miles per minute as he tries to figure out where to even begin.

for you, it might’ve been a year but for him, it was almost like ages with the years he’s gone.

all Joel’s mind could do was think of all the things he could do to you.

“Joel-hmph” you couldnt help but whine out as his hands massaged closer and closer to your arousal.

“there there sweet girl, you ever been with a man?” Joel asks, lifting your dress up, exposing your angelic white panties.

Joel was damned forsure for the filthy thoughts you provoked out of him.

“n-no, i have never—they were idiots.” you felt so small under him, feeling overwhelmed like it was your first time all again.

at this point, you could’ve considered yourself a virgin with how Joel had you and how much of a man he was.

“you ain’t gon’go lookin’ f’someone to take care of that pretty lil’mind, not after im done with’ya.” Joel claims to you.

you believe every single word laced in his southern accent; making your cunt pulsate wantingly.

“is that what you want to do, Joel? take care of me?” you ask him, lifting your leg to spread yourself open more as you wrap it around his lower waist; basically resting on his thick thigh.

the way you looked at him through your lashes, batting them softly. it was a genuine question, laced with purity and hope.

“if you’ll allow me too-” Joel began, pulling down your panties. you expected him to unbuckle his belt next but no; he got on his knees.

your chest weighed up and down heavily, each of his touch making your body hot.

“it’s my only wish for taking care of me and sarah” Joel finishes before hooking both of your legs up onto his shoulders, his tongue wasting no time.

you didn’t even get a chance to respond, a moan erupting out of you being the only thing.

the way he ate your pussy like he didn’t just eat a whole meal downstairs had your back already arching.

Joel’s tongue swiped along all of your cunt, fucking your sweethole “jesus, ya’taste fuckin’ delicious” Joel mumbles against your pussy as his tongue quickens all along your juiced cunt.

“ahmph!” your shriek sounding like music to his ears, if he didnt have his family downstairs, he’d have you screaming.

“quiet fa’me, doll” he says, taking a hand to cover your mouth as before diving back in.

joel’s tongue fucks into your hole this time causing you to let out a muffled moan against his big hand.

the way that man was eating your pussy, tainting your pussy with his spit, marking it all as his drove you insane. there wasnt nothing this man couldn’t do.

“god! j-joel!” you muffle out, your hands go to his roughed up brown hair, pulling on it causing him to groan into your dripping pussy.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, your pussyhole squeezing around the tip of his tongue.

“this pussy s’perfect- s’all fuckin’ mine.” Joel spits out once he pulled away from your pussy, denying you of your orgasm.

your mouth was agape in pleasure but then quickly falling into a pout “don’t worry darlin’, my baby will cum…on my dick” Joel’s voice is sweet like honey now as he leaned down to connect your lips together.

you taste yourself on his lips, mixture of his spit along his lips causing you to moan at the mix of both of your filth fogging your mind.

the way both of your lips moved in sync perfectly was beyond intoxicating for joel. he swore he could get addicted to just at the look of you but at this point, both of your lips had him drunk.

he had shimmied and kicked off his pants while making-out with you. he was completely taking over you once again, your body turning small under his big one.

“are you ready, sweetheart?” joel asks delicately, pulling away from your lips to look at your eyes.

you told him yes, leaning up to take his shirt off which he happily obliged.

you had only seen his toned arms but it was obvious he had a strong build. he might’ve not had a six-pack but lord were his muscles chiseled like a greek god.

“you gon’ drool over an old man?” joel utters out, his hand going in to caress your hair.

“oh baby, you’re beyond fine wine.” you whisper. your forehead’s connected, lips away from kissing, and looking him deep in his chocolate eyes.

Joel could feel his breath hitch at what you said, you already had him wrapped around your finger as he worshipped you.

Joel thrusted himself into you, he couldn’t even fucking believe how tight you were.

“jesus- god, this pussy s-ah fuck!” joel’s groan was almost animalistic as your mouth fell as if you wanted to scream but nothing came out.

Joel’s cock was a size you’ve never had before, it didnt hurt but oh, did it stretch.

“s’big-oh my!” you moan out loudly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him delectably stretching your pussy out.

“you got it baby, you got it” he praises you although he was too busy trying not too pass-out because of your cunt.

after a small moment of adjusting for the both of you, he began to thrust into you at a slow pace.

you arch into him as your whimpers and soft moans turn slowly work their way up to louder and heavier moans.

joel worked himself into you, his mind not being able to get enough of all of you. he still had to process that he really had a young beautiful woman with the heart of a home in his bed.

joel completely held your body with one hand, eventually putting a hand over your mouth again once his sweet thrusts turned into pounds.

your body shaking against his with each of his rough and hard thrusts, fucking your name out of your mind and replacing it wirh his.

your muffled little cries of his name “Joel! joel-ah! j-j! j-joel!” sounding like a sweet lullaby to him. he couldn’t help but smirk at your teary eyed-self.

you werent even worried about ruining that pretty liner of yours as he fucked into you.

“shh my baby, you’re taking me so well” joel coos out, caressing you hair before leaning down to plant kisses and suck on your chest.

your hands grip his bed sheets as your body begins to shake in pure sensual bliss that joel brought you, making your mind fog up as the build up of your orgasm is almost virginal.

“ya’look so beautiful like this-” praises left joel’s lips left and right, loving and indulging in every single one of his praises as he fucked you to your orgasm so sickeningly good; leaving the both of you intoxicated.

“you was made fa’me, not no one else.” Joel’s eyes were shut now, completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

it was almost like a prayer, a hopeful chant, almost a possessive plead.

joel had wanted you just as much as you wanted him “yes! god yes! m’close! it’s y-yours! all yours!” your pleasure-filled babbles as your mind gets drunk of joels cock and overwhelming orgasm.

“let go, darlin’ ” Joel works you through your orgasm, hips going from pistoling into you to the delicate pace he started off with.

your entire body shook as both of your sweaty hot bodies embraced each other through both of your orgasms.

the room filled with heavy pants and moans as his hand left your mouth and began to massage your hair.

you both held each other, not wanting to let go of each other.

“i understand what madonna meant by ‘like a virgin’ now” you giggle out causing a playfully scoff to come from him.

“alright alright, we need t’get dressed and head back down. would ya’ want to stop by tomorrow after i drop sarah off at school?” joel asks, his chocolate eyes now ridden of lust and replaced with soft hope.

you were about to tell him yes but another voice spoke before you.

“are you fucking done?! fuck! i can’t keep stalling Sarah and Maria!” it was Tommy.

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Lucifer, Charlie, and alastor with a Kitsune reader ? :0

Hazbin Hotel x Kitsune! Reader

(Lucifer, Charlie, and Alastor)

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Gn! Reader! Reader being a mischievous Little Kitsune, chaos ensues.

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1101

A/n: Hi! thank you for the request! This isn’t terribly long so I hopes that’s ok!

Now, I wasn’t entirely sure if you want this to be Romantic or Platonic so I kept it pretty vague so it could be interpreted as either! I hope that’s ok, if not just send another request and I’ll fix it!!

But either way I hope you enjoy it because i enjoyed writing it!! <3

Proofread once soooo… if there are any errors please ignore them/inform me 😭

Lucifer

When you first arrived in hell, he wasnt the most impressed by you. Not in a mean way or anything, just that he’s lived for a long time and has met a plethora of different types of beings so he’s pretty used to meeting interesting looking people.

But even he has to admit that he was intrigued with you. Your 9 well-groomed and lush tails that quietly followed you with every step and the fur of your fox ears looked soft to the touch. The thing that he seemed to notice most though was the whole eloquent aura you had with every movement you did. Smooth, almost tranquil.

You being a Kitsune did cause you to stir up a bit of… let's say trouble. Your fox nature of course caused you to have a personality that leaned a bit mischievously. You weren’t malicious by any means, you judt had a very… unique taste in humor and how you wish to spend your time. Pranks, stealing random objects that interest you, and going places that you probably should be. This gets you in trouble with many a folk but it’s really not something you can’t handle.

On one of these occasions. you took interest in his custom made duckys. First off, it was something new to you, 2nd, you had never seen someone be this interested in ducks as him, so when you randomly stumbled into the big man of hell’s workspace that’s filled to the brim of them, each with unique features and colorful designs, needless to say you were quite interested.

He was a bit embarrassed at first when you found it but seeing that you genuinely were into them he literally couldnt stop showing them off. Going into almost ecrusiating detail of each one's design choices. (This man is so autistic-coded. I love him so much)

He even made a custom one for you which he gave you when both met again. It was a basic duck design, except it had 9 tail feathers and wore fox ears that clearly mimicked your own, including your fur pattern. He then spent an hour going through each of its features with you. To say you were grateful would be an understatement.

“And if you pull this feather back… Bubbles! Oh-ho, and that's not all! If you take this and-”

Charlie

Definitely more impressed than her father would be. Of course she has been in hell literally all her life and has seen some weird, wacky, hot and cool people but it still doesnt not surprise her when she finds interesting people. When you first met her she was really interested in you, asking a bunch of questions and It was almost scary how enthusuatsic about it she got.

She then started talking about her brand new “Hazbin Hotel.” It was something to reform sinners so that they had a chance at redemption. Charlie seemed so excited to tell you about it that you honestly did have the heart to tell her that you didn’t exactly believe a soul could be redeemed.

Now depending on if you’re hellborn or a sinner, things can go a bit differently. If youre hellborn she’ll offer you a job at the hotel, well to say a job would be a lie, you didn’t really have 1 given task to do, you just helped out when needed. if you’re a sinner, you of course get to stay in a room at the hotel. Whether you actually go along and try to get better is up to you. It was a free place to sleep, so hey? Might as well. Either way though, Charlie always sees the good in people, hellborn or not. So she would obviously want to help you grow as a person even if you are hellborn.

The michevues aspects of your personality tends to cause some problems for the hotel at times. Fights happen, lessons have ended prematurely, and you may have accidentally caused a bar fight between Angel and Sir Pentious. It really was an accident, how was you supposed to know “borrowing” one of Pentious’ shiny tools would cause such a ruckus?

Charlie lectored you about taking others' stuff and made you apologize.

As much as Charlie doesn’t want to admit it (at least before episode 5) she’s a lot like her dad. That also expands to their likeness for your fur. She really can’t take her eyes away from it, it just looks so soft and neat… and soft… eventually you catch her staring at your tails and you just laugh and ask her if she wants to touch them.

“What!? Pfft, noooo, no no no. hehe…he…unless you’re offering…”

Alastor

Considering Alastor died in the 20’s I don’t think he knows what a Kitsune is exactly. Which is probably why he’s the most interesting in you at first glance (you could have also met when he first manifested in hell, which would only further his intrigue)

Either way, your personalities seemed to mesh well for the most part. You both stir up trouble wherever you go (Alastor a bit more… maliciously than you but still)

Whether you’re hellborn or a sinner is irrelevant to how he treats you, though he has tried making a deal with you every once and a while. You always decline but he thinks it’s always worth a shot to ask.

Alastor is aware of your devious behavior and knows the best way to handle it if it ever happens to come his way. He knows that you’re harmless and not a threat which is exactly why he has taken a liking to you. You’re someone who can only really help his cause and nothing bad can really come out of you being around.

Pranks though, are the one thing that Alastor can’t seem to sway you out of doing. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times he’s been at the front end of them. Of course he always sees through them and they’ve never once worked, but boy are you sure determined to one day get him.

This was one such case where you attempted to steal and hide his radio cane while he was asleep, only for him to sneak up shadow form and scare you half to double death

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to pull one past me, my, oh-so dear, exquisitely fluffy friend”

[r0-boat]

Could we get the rest of the king hc of getting walked in on with mc mid 👉👌

Yep!

Are you coming right up with one bonus character! ;)

Whb Mammon and Satan + Minhyeok(masturbation)

reacts to Someone walking in on them

Part 1 here

NSFW

Mammon

He is a demon with plentiful wealth of course; he's going to show off. He is a shameless demon who wants what he wants. His eyes lit up when he saw. The big golden doors to his bedroom chambers open, revealing one of his subordinates.

The demon's eyes widen when he realizes what he just walked into, The King of greed lying on his golden silk sheets and you on top of him, taking all of his large cock. The sight was delicious, sensual, almost forbidden. As he turns to leave, his king's voice is loud and proud. "Leaving so soon? Why don't you stay? Come, let me show you how delicious my new master is." Mammon backens the devil into his room. He sits up his arm around you cradling you against his chest his cock still filling you completely.

He turns you around until your back was against his chest giving the devil a full view of his cock boldering in your stomach. "Isn't my master so small? They're tight little human hole squeezes so good around my big demon cock."

He praises you more as you squirm with all this attention, feeling more like an exotic object than a person; the demon looks at him with envious yet grateful eyes. But he knows that he can look, but he cannot touch without permission, that is. That permission is not Mammon's to give

Satan

He presses you into the sheets, grinding your face harshly against the pillows and covers, with one hand spreading your cheeks open as he takes you doggy. He dog fucks you into ecstasy, a hand placed around the back of your neck as he uses you like a fuck toy.

Taking his anger out on your quivering hole, Satan was so close, about to cum and flood your insides for the first time, the first of many tonight. He hadn't come in so long.

He missed you so much. His hand wasn't enough. Just as he is about to flood you completely, the door creeks open, and his hips stop. If you didn't think he was pissed now. He burned with wrath, His red eyes glowing dangerously as he snarled at the poor soul who opened the door. His fangs beared, his teeth clenched, his claws out and digging into your skin as he looks more like a wild beast.

Rip random devil your butt will be missed.

Bonus:

Minhyeok

Putting a new load of laundry into the washer He stops when his fingers brush against something wet. He sighs another wet stained towel... He wants to you about your sudden fixation but isn't sure how to bring it up. His heart stops when he realizes. Lifting it out of the hamper, his eyes widened. Your favorite underwear, Stained and smelling faintly of your scent. He shutters. The cloth smelling of you and your sex. He couldn't help but bring it to his nose... 'j-just a quick smell.'

That quick smell turned into another, and another, until His mouth was partly open, trying to fight against his tongue, lapping up at the wet spot leaning against the wall and in his pants, palming and teasing—your name trembles from his lips. And as if God hates him, You slam into the door of the laundry room, scaring his soul out of his body. Your eyes widen; you just basically saw your roommate jack off with your underwear in his hand...

Yeah no... That shit can stay in the porn tags. You close the door and pretend you didn't see anything.

[sunnyswide]

Simon Ghost Riley x Female Civilian Reader

The feeling of falling in love.

He sees hundreds of people throughout his Military career. Murders, drug addicts, sex workers, terrorists, children, women, men, monsters, angels, and the spiral of personality types in the streets of foreign countries. Maybe the job would be more desirable with the perks of traveling the world if it was less dangerous.

So why of all places did he have to fall for someone? Your face in the crowd of many watching the sky light up with colorful firey explosions raining through the stars.

He catches a glimpse of your delicate smile, or maybe not so delicate at the time as you marvel at humanity’s show.

He stares.. longingly, drowning out the noise of cheers and screams. You glance at him too. At least that’s what he wished happened until time began to speed up to reality.

“Simon!”

Price grips his shoulder, breaking him out of his day dreams.

“The object is in AO, stay alert”

“Understood” Simon nodded, trying to focus up.

But how? He looks back, but you were gone.

Deep inside he hoped you stayed gone, but he couldn’t help but look for your face again. Unfortunately and fortunately you disappeared, becoming a ghost in the crowd he'd wish to forget

So why in all places were you here? In his arms?

As he franticly ran through the battlefield, your limp body was tight against his straining chest. Simon was never a man to rely on any higher being, but for the first time in what seemed like decades, he begged.. no prayed for you. A random stranger he merely glimpsed at, a woman with no name or title to him, capturing more than a poor man's heart.

And so the tale as old as time went, a man stricken with Cupid's arrow unable to let go of a woman who lived another side of life. His world is so far from the pleasant life you lived. You cherished your experiences, the people, and the memories as he cherished you.

You slowly healed from the wounds afflicted, your home destroyed and your memory scattered. With nowhere to go, Simon offered you a place, a home closer to his reach.

Small graces and brisk touches filled his head, he was smitten with love, confused, and awkwardly frustrated due to his inability to confront you. And you? Well, you weren't stupid but you were oblivious. The man sheltering you, doting on you, was quite the catch, you couldn't help but feel the same way. But there was no way you'd know the ironic truth.

"I got it Luv"

"Oh no! Its okay I-"

"Hands off, don't be stuffy"

"Nu uh!"

He grabs your hands in his, swallowing your whole mitts in his.

"Dove"

He whispers in your ear, his hard muscles leaning against the small of your back. Your face burns with a red tint, gosh he was so close, you could feel his sigh. You comply and slowly release your grip on the bags, letting him carry all of them in a single hand.

He hums, using his free hand to cup yours, holding it up to his lips before gently kissing the soft skin.

"Thank you. Angel."

He walks to the kitchen, leaving you utterly in shambles wondering if he was flirting or he was being a gentleman as he is a very respectful British.

While Simon had his heart racing hoping maybe that was a step in the right direction, or many steps in the right direction.

Because in his mind he's an awkward flirt, while to everyone else (you especially). DAM BRO GOT U SWEATING *FANS SELF*