#but a shitty cake with good frosting is still a shitty cake

[radioactive-dazey]

I'd argue it would make it worse. It's better that everything is this shit product because, had they given us this, it would lead to a raised expectation. Like "oh they got the visuals! The rest of this is questionable but lets go check it out anyway!" It would be like half of the build being made out of oak and cobble, but the second half being dirt. Why show us a cool concept if its not going to be followed through? Changing the artstyle may fix a lot of the issues but everything else still sucks and I rather it all suck than some of it

The Minecraft Movie makes me genuinely straight up angry literally like 70% of problems would be solved if it was just animated like the update trailers. There wouldn’t be the uncanny valley mobs, the whitewashed Steve with the incorrect hair and beard styles and colors, the horrible green screening, the main characters wouldn’t look weird and out of place, obviously it won’t fix the bad writing, unfunny jokes, boring plot, insulting existence, and the absolute character assassination that is casting Jack Black as Steve, or even the choice to give Steve a voice at all but it would undoubtedly solve a lot of the issues

[technicolorxsn]

hm.

[weird-an]

"Oh no!" Steve thinks when he opens the door to their apartment and smells the sweet scent of a cake baking in the oven.

There's already a tray of muffins cooling on the kitchen table.

A cake and muffins? Billy had a bad day, then.

Billy cracks an egg with his fist, so the bowl shakes. He's wearing a black apron, mullet up in a messy bun and a cigarette dangles from behind his ear.

He hasn't stopped baking. His day must have been shit. Secretly, Steve is happy, because baking is better than Billy getting drunk and in trouble and he has gotten so good at it.

Billy slices open a vanilla pod with a knife that's way too big for the little thing. (Billy's favourite knife. Whenever Steve mentions its size, he just licks his lips and tells him that he's great at handling big things, Steve of all people should know that.)

"Fucking asshole," Billy growls, punching the dough sitting on the counter with his fist and scooping the vanilla in a bowl full of cream.

"Hey Billy," Steve clears his throat.

Billy stares at him, nostrils flaring. Okay, it's not yet the talking stage, Steve figures.

"Lemon," Billy barks.

Steve puts his hands in his hips. The fruit bowl is right next to him.

"Thanks, Steve," he says loudly when he throws the lemon at his boyfriend.

Billy grunts, almost apologizing, catches the lemon and breaks it into halves. With his bare hands. Steve's jaw drops a little.

He watches Billy finish the frosting and occasionally punching the dough.

"Fucker," Billy spits. It goes on like this for a while.

Steve cracks open a cold one and occasionally throws the ingredients Billy asks for at him.

"Thanks," Billy suddenly says when Steve washes strawberries for him. His voice is rough, like he's had a good cry. Maybe he had.

"Shitty day?" Steve asks, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"They didn't give me the raise," Billy mumbles.

Steve's heart aches. Billy had been working so hard at the garage.

"I'm sorry," he says, squeezing Billy's hand.

Billy hums. "M sorry, too.“

He gestures awkwardly at the two cakes and dozens of muffins behind him, like he's seeing them for the first time.

"Don't be. I love your baking," Steve grabs a muffin and takes a bite. I love you, he thinks.

Frosting still on his lips, he gives Billy a kiss.

"So sweet," he laughs.

"Idiot," Billy says. I love you too, Steve hears.

[sugarbombs-n-stuff]

Companion Birthday Headcanons

Ada: June 7th, She sees her birthday as when Jackson found her, she celebrates quickly but she finds it fun nonetheless.

Cait: February 20th, She never celebrated before sole but now that she does she loves it. Definitely a chocolate kinda girl.

Curie: April 12th She was powered on for the first time on this date! All Mister Handys/Miss Nannies sing themselves a little happy birthday jingle like the mars rover. Now that she's a synth her favorite cake flavor is strawberry. She loves celebrating with everyone, think of like a 5 year olds peak birthday and that's what Curie wants. She loves being gifted anything from prewar.

Codsworth: September 30th. He was purchased before shaun was born and was powered up a bit after he popped out. He loves wearing a party hat and like Curie, sings himself a birthday jingle. He loves the festivities of birthdays.

Danse: March 15th. In the brotherhood it was a quick happy birthday and then back to his duties. He feels indifferent about his birthday until Blind Betrayal, for a few months after he refuses to even think about anything that indicates he's human but when does accept that he's a synth he appreciates his birthday. His favorite flavor of cake is German Chocolate.

Deacon: December 25th. Though no one would ever find out except for Sole, he is a Christmas baby. Anytime someone asks what his birthday is it changes every time. He will celebrate his birthday with friends once he starts trying to find the real him but for years after Barbara's death he wouldn't even acknowledge it. He enjoys a good party but also likes something simple, he doesn't expect much cause it falls on a holiday though. His favorite cake flavor jokingly is funfetti, his actual favorite is just simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting. He will heavily appreciate any gag gift or fiber art craft thing that comes his way.

Dogmeat: January 1st. No one really knows so they celebrate on New Years Day. He gets plenty of brahmin ears as gifts though.

Piper: August 18th. She celebrated plenty when her parents were still alive and Nat tries to make her a present or two and she is very grateful. She enjoys spending her b-day with Blue and everyone as well. She doesn't care for cake, so she gets cookie cake.

Preston: November 3rd. He celebrated with is family and the early minuteman but after the quincy massacre he doesn't have the time or energy. If he had a choice, he would want to spend his birthday on the river outside sanctuary with a BBQ. His favorite flavor is lemon!

Nick: Human Nick's birthday was May 23rd, Synth Nick wanted some separation from him so he celebrates his birthday on February 14th, Valentines Day. He doesn't need any gifts or a big party, he's perfectly fine with a birthday card and since he doesn't really eat anything, a nice cup of coffee.

MacCready: June 2nd. Duncan's birthday is the day after so they normally celebrate together. He likes parties and gag gifts. His favorite cake flavor is actually orange with chocolate frosting. The only way he can get said flavor however is pouring Nuka Orange and using that instead of water when baking, duncan thinks its really nasty though.

Hancock: August 28th. When they were kids his brother would always make sure his birthday was good but after he left Diamond City and started celebrating with chems and shitty beer. When the sole survivor and their merry band of misfits rolls up he starts celebrating with a big meal among friends where he tries to cut back on chems. He's happy to get any gift and his favorite cake flavor is tarberry.

x6-88: October 1st. He never celebrated his birthday until sole showed up. He appreciates getting candy, weapon mods, and pre-war toy kits where you can build your own car. He doesn't mind sitting on the beach as a bonfire is being built. He enjoys swimming and eating whatever was packed and he finds that he actually enjoys his birthday. His favorite cake flavor is coconut with red frosting.

Strong: Pre-War, Strong's birthday was November 27th. He doesn't remember now and doesn't care.

Gage: January 13th. He celebrates by putting on a record and target practice, he'd prefer a rager with plenty of chems and loud music, Afterwords, go home, eat cake, and listen to some pre-war audio drama. His favorite cake flavor is vanilla with mutfruit frosting.

Longfellow: May 16th. He doesn't celebrate cause he doesn't really care. He drinks a beer at the bar then goes fishing with Diamond City Radio playing. His favorite cake flavor is coffee cake with tarberry jam on top.

[swampgallows]

sowwy being petty

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tried making that dunkaroo dip tonight because my sister brought over animal crackers and it sounded good. it turned out great! and i got to use some of my fun sprinkles for it. my mom came in and had a little, then said "ive been craving birthday cake because i didnt get one on my birthday." then immediately launched into a several minute long apology (as always) because "it sounds like i'm complaining but i'm not, everything i say comes out wrong"—which, unfortunately, tends to be the case. my mom has a tendency to phrase things in an absurdly negative manner, probably because she is the negative self-talk champion. she DID get a birthday cake, but it was a costco cheesecake rather than a traditional buttercream frosting vanilla 'birthday" cake. because that was what she asked for in lieu of a traditional cake. so, perhaps the better verbiage would have been to say "i've been craving birthday cake, probably because i wanted to get cheesecake instead on my birthday." she then left, whipping herself for her imagined transgression the entire way back to her room.

anyway, so i thought, i know, i'll surprise my mom with a birthday cake. i've already made all of this frosting (the dunkaroo dip was pretty much just cream cheese frosting: butter, cream cheese, and powdered sugar w a lil vanilla), and we have cake mix, it'll be easy and maybe make her happy. so im looking around the kitchen for a pair of springform pans and i find this vintage cast iron pan of animal shapes, perfect for making animal cookie sandwiches. it even has a recipe on the box. i heave it out of its battered box and set it aside, intent on using the dunkaroo dip for filling and surprising my mom in the morning with these adorable cookie sandwiches. my sister and i were playing a few more days on stardew valley, so the plan was she'd go to bed, and i knew id be up all night (it's 6am and i am still awake) so i'd bake then. it's gonna be 100F today, way too hot to use the oven, and besides then both she and my dad can wake up to a fresh cake on a sunday morning to enjoy with coffee.

but at 2am, right as my sister is heading to bed, my mom trundles out again. i quickly try to hide the tray so i dont ruin the surprise, but she spotted it anyway. she then made a comment about how i apparently HAVE seen this tray before (i have no memory of this) and said "you wanted it!", implying that she'd purchased it at my request. i ask her for clarification of when i'd said that, and she starts at the very beginning of its history, saying "I bought this before your father and i were even married, maybe 40 years ago"—i try to stop her, asking how i could have possibly asked for this tray before they were even married, let alone that i hadn't been born, but she presses on—"I guess i had this stupid idea in my head that I was going to be a good mother and bake cookies for my kids once i had them, but obviously i never did, so i failed at that too".

she eventually tells me that i apparently asked her "within the last six months" for this tray (for some fantasy day when i ~move out~ i guess?), but i have zero memory of this. then again shit all has been worth remembering in the last [mumble] years so what the fuck ever. regardless, with the surprise reveal of the "jumbo" animal cracker cookies ruined, i simply rinsed the decades-abandoned cast iron tray, dabbed the excess water, and set it out to finish drying in the steadily increasing warmth of the ambient air.

i still have the dip so i could try again another night but. well, the love has been sucked out of it. all the animal shapes will do is remind her of what a shitty mother she says she is. and if i say i wanted to do it the night before, then she'll flog herself even more for ruining the surprise. i don't really have a point, i guess. just airing my grievances somewhere about how trying to do something nice always ends up with me somehow hurting my mom no matter what i do

[wheretheyrot]

A thing about missing bad people

Good versions of shitty people still exist in my head.

Somewhere in there, there's still a blonde boy who likes drawing, and we're laying on his trampoline, face towards the setting sun.

It's late summer, and I'm covered in mosquito bites and he in grass stains. Our hair smells of chlorine, and we're scared to grow up.

He tells me he doesn't think his step-father likes him very much, we watch the man in question slam his truck door and scream for us. I agree.

Then we're in a bakery, it's cold and our noses are red like Rudolph's. We're warming our hands in the warm, delicious air, and in my fist is a handful of loonies to but two frosted cinnamon buns. He's my best friend.

I would come out to him a month later, and he'd drop me, but sometimes we're still on that trampoline.

And there's a boy with fried hair, and we're laughing under the covers late at nigh.

3:00 a.m. blinks brightly from my phone, and my eyes sting with exhaustion that I'll feel tomorrow morning. His voice is laggy through the speaker, and every few seconds I pause, listening for my mother.

Next, we're on call, he's in his bathroom putting on various ugly wigs. I'm cackling as he pretends to be a white lady named Susan, complaining about brunch tomorrow.

I loved him, but not enough to let him keep hurting me, but sometimes he's still Susan.

There's still a girl driving an ATV, revving the thing up as fast as it goes, and my arms are spread wide as we speed through a field.

I tell her it feels like flying, and she laughs and agrees. Back then, we were the only fat girls in the whole 8th grade, but we had each other.

She hasn't called me slurs yet, and we both say the other is beautiful. I smack a boy for her, she shows me her pets.

Ignorance and bigotry is a sad, dangerous weapon that took he away, but sometimes we're still on that ATV.

At last, there's still the boys I grew up with. Caked in dirt, laughing, chasing after me, playing hide and seek in the woods behind school.

They still walk with me to classes, poking me mid-test to tell me a joke, scaring me during lockdowns. We are inseparable, and I don't yet have curves and they don't yet have deep voices and face hair.

Sometimes when I'm sad, or lonely, or tired, I go visit those versions, just for a moment.

They aren't real anymore, but I like to think my memories are little pockets of alternate realities or timelines where things stay the same forever, and the sun still makes me warm.

[edgessunflower]

⚓: Hey lovely! Sorry I passed out when I got home but now I will be spamming you. Can I get a ship with Harry Potter(both eras if you write for them, I forget because you are awesome and write for so many people!), stranger things and Pirates of the Caribbean. Here I am: I’m a bit chubby🤷🏼‍♀️ I do have OCD(but I’m on medicine so it’s all good) I am a fourth grade teacher! I have two doggos. I’m pretty calm but boring🙃 I’m very blunt but always with good intentions! I am VERY sassy and sarcastic though, some people cannot handle the mess I am 😂 I am a ENTJ and a ravenclaw 💙 random crazy fact about me, I am the pickiest eater but I’ll try anything once! (When I was a kid there was a year that I ate nothing but cheerios) Likes: my dogs, baby’s, cute fluffy pink things, kind people, reading, cleaning, baking(even tho I suck at it I’m getting better), leaning new things(I’m learning more about the personality types and Spanish rn!!) Dislikes: anything scary(horror movies, spooky stuff), alcohol, disorganized places

Ofc babe! 😘

First I ship you with Sirus Black! 🖤

He always enjoys when you let the sass and sarcasm release together but he tries to make sure not to do anything for a sarcastic remark

He tries not to drink too much when you guys go to parties with a heavy alcohol presence around no matter what kind of party it is he always makes sure you're not too far away and not drink a lot of alcohol in front of you

He likes hearing you read to him randomly while you read a chapter book no matter what it is or when it is he always lays in your lap listening to you calmly read

He always includes you in pranks against the others always having you jump out near him to scare someone more

He likes seeing you with your dogs always petting them and taking care of them when you are in the other room or at class and he ditches for the day to take a break snuggling with your dogs at your home

He likes to help you bake including sneaking licks of frosting off the spoon and eating the sprinkles or candies you put on the cake

Now I ship you with Jim Hopper! 🤎

He likes your blunt honesty no matter the situation or if it hurts someone's feelings you say it anyway out of the kindness of your heart and true honesty

He likes seeing you with kids even older kids but it's when you're with babies and little kids that his heart just soars and warms

He likes when you make home bread even when he is sick he still enjoys slowly home made bread and soup made by you with love

He likes to get you anything pink and fluffy he can find from blankets, lamps, and clothes to purses, pillow covers, and curtains always enjoying your smile and the kiss he gets for it

He always reminds you to take your medicine even having it ready for you while you get up and get awake so you can get your day started

He always smiles and smirks when you put someone in their place especially if they are a shitty person and need to be

And finally I ship you with Will Turner! 🩵

He never judges your emotions no matter the situation he just hugs you and listens to what you need and have to say

He accepts and loves you for who you are always gently and affectionately rubbing your sides showing you how much he truly loves you when the two of you are alone and intimate

He likes seeing you in one of his clothes or wearing one of his scarfs around your head or tying your hair up never holding back his sweet smile at the subtle act

He always smirks and laughs even in a dangerous situation when you stand toe to toe with someone with a sword or a gun never afraid to show how far you're willing to go for him and the black pearl crew

He likes watching you interact with each member of the crew being a friend and even like a sister to most of them always helping someone when needed

He likes that you and Elizabeth are wonderful friends whenever you go if will isn't there she is following right beside you

[weepingseraphstranger]

Nothing good comes out of my birthday.

I'm grateful of the presents, yes, but I don't really care about them anymore. Nothing goes right on my birthdays. Ever since I could remember, they were always lackluster. The first few birthdays I remember were shared with my little brother. No kid wants to share their birthday with someone who wasn't born on the same day. I get it, they wanted to save money. Still sucked.

Again, presents are cool and I'm grateful to get any, but they can't help the utter exhaustion I feel on my birthday. I just want to be alone. Completely alone on that day and I can't do that. I never got that since I have a big family because my dad couldn't be bothered to put his dick down and got custody of some of the kids he made out of wedlock alongside my and my full siblings. It's always so loud and I'm constantly reminded that I'm stuck another year with boys who can't stand having the slightest bit of empathy and act like they're middle school boys when half of them are 18 now. And another year with a mom who can't listen or open up and understand emotionally or just doesn't care. And a sister who I've been stuck living in the same room with since I was probably a year old. Who is always building houses out of air and doesn't return the same listening ear I always give her. Who always needs to be in control and in charge of everything. Who thinks she's the failure despite the fact she has a degree, had a steady job and kept us from going homeless a few times when I'm in front of her struggling to get into college because I never took the SAT/ACT and was home schooled in the important years of school (high school) and can't get a job because I'm too anxious. Like what? And another year in a place I loathe but can't find myself free from because I'm too much of a coward to pick myself up by my big boy pants, get over my fears and aversion to social interaction and contribute to society.

I wasn't supposed to live to 21. I didn't want to but I'm too afraid of the pain that comes with dying. Not dying itself but the pain. That, honestly, isn't worse than the emotional pain of existing in this world. So yes, I want to be alone. And I want to do nothing but have cake and ice cream on my birthday (forgoing the birthday song and candles) because any plans NEVER come to fruition.

Over the recent years I was supposed to have some stupid tea party. I was excited for it. Couldn't do that. For two years. Then I wanted to go to the cat cafe. Couldn't do that. She really had me thinking we would. And then I wanted nothing but cake. A cake. Couldn't. Get. That. The most simple thing everyone who follows this silly western tradition gets. Even if it was the cheapest one. Even just a piece of cake. Even just those cheap sugary cupcakes. Even boxed cake mix and frosting. Nah. That was the only constant thing in my unstable life, especially on my birthday: cake.

And then things were looking brighter this year. She wanted to take me to the Edison for my 21st. Was talking about it last year going into this year! I didn't have much hope. Did I think it would be great? Finally, another opportunity to get away from most of the people in my life for my birthday! Oh boy! No. I was met with "Are you sure you want to go to the Edison?". I knew again—disappointment (really, what I shouldn't be feeling because I already knew what was going to happen). Not going there. I don't want to go when my grandma visits because my grandmother is...she doesn't pass my vibe check. She's like my mother but turned to 100. But then it's "we can go in the fall when it's less touristy or when we have a car with ac". Babes, just don't bother. No plans come to fruition around this shitty place (For real, not just with celebrations like these. Even with things like helping us try to get better in life. Try to help us get GEDs, help us get our licenses, help us get to and from work or interviews, appointments—things that would help her in the long run and get us out of the house faster). Something always comes up. Something is always missing. Something is always needed. But my sister gets to do whatever. My brother who has his quickly after mine gets whatever he wants. My other brother gets whatever. And she gets to be away from them on hers.

I suggested maybe she take everyone else to the zoo or something so I can at least be alone this birthday like I wanted. Nah, she doesn't like the rest of them enough to be with them the entire day. Then I asked her to go somewhere with my sister that day so I could have a silent room. No.

Anyways, I'll have cake and ice cream the day after my birthday but lol I sincerely doubt it. The same thing was said last year. Damn, my birthdays are all just repeats of each other.

Also, my birthday falls within the week I begin getting really bad before my period so that is wonderful.

[biosurvive]

@deadaim -> hey baby would you wanna go to a museum or is that kinda lame?

The tutorials he was obsessively watching were taking root, if by the texture of the frosting he was mixing was anything to go by. It was a stark contrast to when he attempted to bake a birthday cake for Claire back in the day. He could still remember Claire coming home to a mess of flour and sugar and a frazzled Chris with a shitty store bought cake on the counter. She has laughed... and it had made everything better. Now though? He had more experience, he had decent appliances and utensils and ingredients, his own children would enjoy a cake baked from the father whose culinary skills were... less than favorable compared to their other father. Speaking of, his husband had been his supportive audience, perched at the barstool, newspaper in hand in the most delicious and domestic manner. He looked good in the morning light shining through the windows, and the aroma of coffee and the sugary ingredients set the scene perfectly. Marriage and family life agreed with them both, how in the world did they ever get so lucky?

His question had put a halt to his baking adventure, peeking up over the bowl of frosting with an almost deer-in-headlights manner. The idea wasn't lame, in fact it sounded amazing. It had felt like years since the two of them went on such a normal date, time spent together without the kids usually amounted to the two of them crashing in bed and sleeping or lazy five minute over the clothing sex in the mornings, a day at a museum just enjoying one another's time? Talk about a fantasy. " Let's do it. The cake will need to cool in the fridge, we can go after it's finished baking. I can frost when we get back. Kids won't be back from Barry and Kathy's until tomorrow, and then we'll be too busy hosting a birthday party for children. " His mixing becomes slightly more aggressive, a relaxed grin slipping on his features as he leans his hip against the kitchen island. " We'll go to the museum, get lunch, come back home, and have the most raunchy dirty sex imaginable in our giant tub upstairs. " Setting the bowl down with a loud thud, he leans further across the island, face inching closer to the shorter man, voice dropping to a husky whisper. " And once I have satisfied you, mon mari, I will finish the damn cake while you wrap the presents. Maybe if we finish at the decent time we'll be able to crash early? Maybe even cuddle? ….Sound romantic? "

[rocicrew]

4, 28, 31, 69, 86, 100!

get to know me asks, accepting

4. What is your favorite book?

okay hear me out, i'd been on the largest reading slump these past years and just now begun reading more. that said, ursula k le guin is really rising to my favorite authors and the carrier bag theory of fiction has become one of my fave fave non fiction essays. but it says book so rn i'm going to go with ng (nemesis games)<3 out of emotional value (that book broke me thnx, and so did tw)

28. What’s your favorite holiday tradition?

holiday tradition hmmm we celebrate with big family anymore so we've cut back on the traditions but one i'm always excited for is for new years, we have a large cake like, well, cake (not the frostings and everything, but a well- flour cake ig from a bakery and if often has orange- like shaving- for taste or nuts is rlly common and powered sugar at the top) and you put a coin in the cake or it's often baked in and on the morning of new years you cut it and in whoever's piece the coin is hidden is supposed to have good luck for the entire year. it's just fun to like cut it and start digging in the cake to see who got. and you get to have cake and a cup of coffee first thing on new years so what's not to like ??

31. What’s a show that everyone loves that you didn’t?

i was trying to remember anything that i actively hate you know. that i really don't like but nothing comes to mind straight away ? i have to admit i haven't seen a lot of popular shows in the first place. like got? haven't seen it. tvd? saw like a season and it wasn't for me. buffy ? buffy i haven't seen bc it aired when i was young and it never aired here and i never bothered to find another way to watch it. bc i haven't seen things i can't say i don't like it definitively, but a lot of them have juts not piqued my interest. or there's a general consensus of yeah this wasn't good.

one category i usually tend to dislike, though, whenever they air here and that seems to be received well is sitcoms. there are good ones i'm sure. (one particular i rlly loved and think is considered kind of a sitcom is the good place, but i'm talking in general here.) and for most, their type of humour isn't my type of humour so they end up being eh for me. (also there's things that are direct state/american ish references in the jokes that obviously don't hit the same to someone not living there)

also i cannot watch high school shows anymore, i could never relate to them and that made me feel shitty so i've stopped watching those kind of shows several years now.

i'm speaking mostly on american shows here, & whenever they air them on tv couple years later here.

69. What turns you on?

i'm not a very easily sexually aroused person, like i'm still questioning whether i'm somwhere on the ace spectrum. but uh, physical features ig, if it's something that's going to do it for me, it's going to be the eyes. i'm so weak for brown eyes. but um, the rest is personality mostly. ik kindness seems like a cop out answer but like a crush i had that was being kind to the waiters at the coffee shop we were in and saying goodbye to some entrance staff we have at uni (bc he told me if he was at their place he'd like a kind word),, weak in the knees. also sidenote: someone i was talking with, send me a message and told me they doing their physics homework and thought to check on how i was,,,,, yeah that did it for me skfuagEFIFS

86. What are you most comfortable sleeping in?

i do use pajamas. i have lots of pajama bottoms. either fluffy ones or thin ones for spring from when i was younger and as long as they haven't ripped i still wear them with a tanktop or an old long sleeved t-shirts. i like soft materials and for them to be loose but other than that i don't have something specific.

100. What’s one of your fondest memories?

winning an art competition when i was young that was pretty cool !! and that got me free lessons with a great teacher.

other than that, any time i'm swimming at the sea honestly.

[asonofpeter]

Cherry Pop | l

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Into her final year of college, Reader feels pressured by her “friends” to lose her virginity. So she enlists the help of Peter, her older, much more skilled fellow Avenger. Completely casual…

Warnings: discussions of the concept of virginity, talks of sex, slight alludes to peer pressure, Reader has shitty friends, Reader is emotionally scarred, descriptions of wound cleaning, blood

Word Count: 2382

A/N: The first part! Ahh, I'm so excited! I can't wait to see what you all think! Let me know if you want to be tagged! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

“They say that it hurts the first time and they’re right, I thought I was gonna cry,” your friend, Lucy, shivered as she recounted her first time to the rest of the group. “But he was gentle…we made love and it felt right,” she ended with a smile, playing with her sleeve.

You tipped a smile her way, heart warming knowing your friend took the next step in her relationship with her boyfriend.

“Did you come?” you cocked a brow. “I know that’s not the end goal, but was it good at least?”

“No, he offered, but all I wanted to do was cuddle,” she grinned.

“That’s cute, anytime I don’t finish, Mason tries but he struggles,” Becky said, smiling at the thought of her long-term boyfriend.

“Nathan tries to not come until I do, but he does without fail,” Sofie snorted, shoving some popcorn into her mouth. “I love him so much”.

“Being in love is awesome,” Lucy sighed contently, falling to her back on her beanbag.

“Agreed,” the other two girls chimed in, raising their beer bottles to clank together.

“Time for cake now?” Lucy rose back up, ready to dive into her celebratory cake.

You let out a small breath. The stupid cake that was bought when someone had sex for the first time. A simple cake decorated with plain frosting and the words “VIRGIN” crossed out in red.

Very cliche and feeding into society’s concept that virginity holds some life-changing experience in a woman’s life. You despised this stupid tradition and its meaning, but you couldn’t deny the bakery knew how to make a good cake.

“I’m just glad I’m not the last one in our friend group to have sex,” Lucy dug into her slice, the room growing silent and everyone staring at you. Great, point out the only virgin in the room. “Or fall in love,” she added. Yup, just add more to it.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to be the only one left out,” Sofie suggested, offering you a small smile.

“What are you guys getting at?” you furrowed your brows, setting your fork down as you run your tongue over your teeth.

Were they going to pressure you into having sex to be like them? To find a boyfriend so you could go on their boring dinner dates together? No, they couldn’t possibly. What kind of friends would do that? Not these because they’ve been your friends since your freshman year of college.

“You need to find a man!” Becky exclaimed. “It’ll be weird when we talk about sex and love when you have nothing to say,” she reasoned. “Don’t you want to be included?” she asked.

Damn, wrong again.

“You can talk about sex and love, I don’t really care,” the corner of your mouth lifted into an unsure smile. “I’ve been doing it for the past three months,” you shrugged.

Which is true. Ever since Lucy met Ricky, every conversation you had with these girls had been about their boyfriends and whatnot. And you sat through each one without a problem.

“True, but we’re already in our senior year of college, it’ll be weird once we graduate you still haven’t done more than kiss a guy,” Becky explained, a pang stabbing your heart.

Ouch.

You glanced at Sofie, sending a pleading look to change the subject. She always was more caring,

“But don’t you want to experience it?” Sofie questioned, your eyes widening in response.

Yes, of course, you want to experience sex. You don’t masturbate in your room at night, dreaming of the guy that will be your first for nothing. How assertive you imagine him to be. And maybe later the love part, but that’s not listed in your future.

“I want my first time to be hot and sexy, completely primal where the guy knows what he’s doing and goes in with no hesitation,” you placed your plate in your lap, gesturing with your hands. “Not any of that lovey-dovey stuff, it’s cute, but no thanks,” you declined.

I’m ready for sex, I just need to find a guy.

“But love is where it’s the best, you have this spark that makes you scared and exciting at the same time, it’s more than just sex,” Becky breathed out, admiration in her eyes. “Love is perfectly imperfect,” she concluded, staring at you with crazy eyes.

“I’ll pass,” you dropped your gaze.

“We just don’t want you to miss out, is all,” Lucy tried to make the comment lighter. “Besides when you do, we’ll get another cake out of it!” she joked, making you force a smile.

“You can call Rudy again, he’s still pining after you left him dry at that party three months ago,” Sofie pointed out. “If you want love, he’s the one,” she shrugged.

Nope, not Rudy. Never in a million years again.

“Rudy was not left dry because all he wanted to do was talk and when I brushed my hand on his thigh he freaked out,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He is not the dominating, assertive man I want and need,” you forcefully shoved your fork into your cake, furiously eating.

“Just think about it, Y/N, sex leads to love,” Becky commented.

For people who are worthy of it. And you weren’t one of those people.

~~~~~

The door to the elevator opened on the main floor of the tower. The kitchen was empty except for Nat, Wanda, and Bucky.

“Y/N, how’d the celebration go?” Nat greeted you, Wanda smiling in acknowledgment while Bucky remained confused.

“What celebration?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s this little thing her and her friends do when one of them loses their virginity,” Wanda chimed in, Bucky’s face growing even more confused as he watched you sit at the island.

You remember the first time you came home from one of these “celebrations”. It was last year when Becky told the group and it was Lucy and Sofie’s idea to get a cake. When you arrived in the same form as tonight, Wanda and Nat were in the living room where you found them, desperate to rant.

They thought it was adorable. A wider extension of “boy talk” that happened during a girls’ night. Hearing their point of view made you feel dumb for thinking the idea was stupid, which was why you’ve sat through two more of them. Up to this moment at least.

Now, it just turned into making you the weird one of the group.

“That’s how I feel, Buck, it’s so absurd,” you sighed. “The cake’s really good though,” you slid it over to him, dropping your head on top of your arms as you rested on the counter.

“What was the story this time?” Nat passed you a plate of food, knowing you haven’t eaten since you left, her hand stroking over your hair to soothe you.

You lifted your head off the counter and brought the plate closer to you. A night of eating nothing but junk food and cake really made the brussel sprouts look more appetizing than ever. But your stomach twisted, retelling the horrific night.

“She almost cried, but they made love,” you rested your head in your hand.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Wanda cooed, leaning on the island across from you.

“Does your first time have to be all lovey-dovey?” you lifted your gaze to meet theirs. “I really need some shred of hope for myself,” you pleaded.

“Of course not, your first time can be whatever you want it to be when it’s with the right person and the right time,” Nat rubbed your shoulder. “Right, Bucky?” she smirked, glancing at her long-term boyfriend.

“That’s right, doll,” he smiled back, now invested in this conversation. “Sex has changed from what I remember back in the day, it’s whatever you want it to be,” he stated. “It’s natural”.

“And casual sex?” you questioned, wringing your fingers together.

“Normal too,” they all said.

“But if you’re planning on having casual sex, always wear protection and consent should be mutual,” Nat lectured, making you laugh under your breath. Okay, “Mom”.

“Do you think sex leads to love?” you pondered, inclined to receive answers to the number of your questions.

“Depends on who it’s with,” Bucky spoke up. “With one person, it can feel just physical, but when you’re with the one, it’s more than that,” he explained, making you understand completely.

“I agree,” Nat nodded, squeezing his hand. “I hope your friends aren’t pressuring you,” she gazed into your eyes when she noticed your quiet demeanor.

“No, they aren’t,” you lied. “I just don’t want to be left out, I think I’m gonna head to bed,” you said, pushing your half-eaten plate away.

“Alright, well, goodnight, sweetie,” Nat bid you along with Wanda and Bucky.

You walked out of the kitchen and down the corridor before you heard Bucky say, “she was right, the cake is fucking good”.

~~~~~

Getting out of the shower, you heard the shut of the window next to your room, the room belonging to Peter.

Thanks to your heightened senses, the soundproofing in each room didn’t work and you heard everything going on in Peter’s room…only if you chose to listen though. But that shared similarity in your powers led to a somewhat of a friendly level, but you wouldn’t consider him more than just a teammate/neighbor.

He graduated from MIT last year and moved into the tower right after. You went on a few missions together. He’s helped you with your homework before, always knowing the answer right away. Peter was always helpful.

And after he gained an immense amount of popularity after his identity as Spider-Man was revealed, many people jumped at the chance to bring the vigilante to bed. One girl in your class would not stop talking about her one night with the web-slinging spider guy.

You wondered if it bothered him but after asking, he only smirked and told you not to worry about him. That answered your concern.

Stepping out into the hall to grab some water, you passed his door and there was a low groan sounding from inside. Your gut feeling shook you as you opened the door and you didn’t like what you saw.

“Oh my god, Peter!” you shouted, shutting the door behind you as you caught sight of him trying to disinfect a gash on his side. “What happened?!”

“A gang, brought in more guys than expected, but I got them eventually,” he winced when he turned the wrong way to look at you.

You walked up to him, fingers grazing over the wound, analyzing how you would fix this. Dr. Cho had already left for the night and most of the tower is asleep regardless.

“I need to stitch this, so it can heal properly,” you straightened up and moved quickly to his bathroom in search of the first aid kit.

“That’s not necessary, it’ll heal in a few days on its own,” he tried to stop you, but due to his loss of blood, you were too quick for him.

You rolled your eyes while searching through his drawers. Why was everyone on the team so stubborn? Especially the fast healing ones—just let someone help.

Carrying supplies you needed back into his room, you ushered him to sit on the bench at the end of his bed. Pulling his desk chair to sit in, you finally realized he was shirtless. His muscular skin was sheen with sweat and blood.

That shouldn’t look so hot but, fuck, you had to rip your eyes away before he caught you.

“Tell me if it hurts,” you wring a washcloth in a bowl of water before dabbing it against the area to stop the bleeding.

You anchored yourself by pressing your other hand on his abdomen, sparks shooting through you when you felt them. You pulled away when your cheeks flushed with heat. What?

Clearing your throat, you went back to dab at the wound, focusing on helping him. But that was difficult when all you could think about was how he made you feel…good. Even though you were the one touching him.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N,” he sighed when he saw your discomfort, arm raised to give you better access, a slight hiss coming from him when you sprayed the disinfectant on him.

“And you don’t have to be so stubborn,” you retorted, getting the suture kit ready.

“Why are you up so late anyway?” he bit down on his lip when you punctured his skin with the needle.

“Can I ask you a question?” you ignored him, beginning to stitch the wound, an idea popping into your head.

“I’m not moving anywhere anytime soon, so shoot,” he looked down at you, eyes focusing on your delicate hands.

“My friends think I should lose my virginity,” you began, biting your lip worryingly. “And I was hoping it would be you,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile, deciding it was best to be frank.

“If your friends are pressuring you into having sex, you should get better friends,” he squinted, face contorted in disgust.

“It’s not just that,” you sighed. “You have experience in that department,” you dropped your gaze back onto the cut. “And I trust you,” you added, lowering your voice to a whisper.

He studied you to see if you were serious.

“It will be no strings attached, friends with benefits, type of situation,” you elaborated. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’ll find some rando on the street to do it with,” you glanced up at him, seriousness written all over your face.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, prompting you to work back on his gash. His silence made you nervous and you were regretting bringing it up. But his response shocked you.

“Fine,” he breathed in. “But we’re doing this my way,” he cocked a brow. “And you need to rethink your friendship with these people,” he added.

“Okay!” your head shot up, nodding enthusiastically. “Thank you, Peter,” you wiped your hands once you bandaged him. “You won’t regret it,” you grinned.

“I know I won’t,” he gazed at you, a tone in his voice that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

~~~~~

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[suguruswife]

His best work of art Danny Johnson x Gn!reader.

Warnings: Death and feelings.

Gender neutral reader.

Words:3000+

Um, well, this is the first thing I post here so I hope it's not too bad.

I previously posted it on Ao3 (it's still there) but I wanted to do it here too!

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I apologize in advance if you notice any grammatical errors!

Summary: A serie of bad decisions led you to the wolf's mouth, although you don't seem to care.

'Good morning, dove.'

You rubbed your eyes to read Danny's message, still sleepy and exhausted. The morning had only just begun but he'd already texted you.

He usually send a 'good morning' to confirm that you were still alive—or at least that's what he always says—mainly because a murderer was hanging around town lately. Danny joked that the killer liked pretty young people, albeit according to the newspapers that wasn't a true fact.

The victims were men, women, tall and small, adults or adolescents. He didn't seem to care, he was only dominated by the desire for recognition and art; his knife being his brush, blood being his acrylic and the dead body of someone being the canvas.

Going back to Danny, the blue-eyed man always seemed to care about you—although at night he hardly appeared to show signs of life—there is a mutual concern between you two. Sincere, thanks to the friendship you have.

You like to piss him off about it and tell him that he was the only one looking for pretty people to fuck, to which he usually replies that if he had a good time, then there was nothing wrong with that.

After arranging your sheets to be comfortable and warm, you took your cell phone to answer his message.

'hello Pine Head what r u doing today?'

'The usual. Go out with some girls and go back to normal hours so mommy doesn't get mad.'

'Ouch, tell them that you still sigh for me.'

'you wish.'

You let out a laugh, and settled into your bed again. Today it seemed that it was a beautiful day but you didn't have the courage to get up. Preferring the security that the pillows and sheets gave you.

Suddenly, you remembered something you wanted to tell Danny.

'eyyy you seen?'

'what.'

'heard rumors that theres a page where you can ask Ghostface to kill you.'

'what?'

'yeah, you can send your personal information and he will see if hes interested in killing you or not lmaoo.'

'Sounds pathetic. What about the police?'

'this is all relatively new, Danny. and even if they were already aware, they wouldnt do anything because they are useless brains. Literally a bag of morons.'

'What a shitty town damn. Wanna meet in the park so we gossip about this?'

'mmmnqnwo yes, tell me what time.'

After getting the details from Danny, you got up to get organized. There were still like four hours left but you can't live in bed and this would be a good opportunity to clear you up and take a shower. Dan wouldn't appreciate a late arrival, the last time he waited more than 15 minutes he almost insulted even your family. The brown-haired man wasn't primarily characterized by his patience and kindness but he was like that, pleasant in his own way.

'Cookies or chocolate cake?'

'Both.'

A smile appeared on your lips, he really can't control his hunger, can he?

'both will be.'

-

"This shit is addictive," Danny said as he ate a piece of cake, scattering the crumbs everywhere. "Would have been better with a chocolate frosting."

"Didn't have time." The answer came out of your mouth, with one hand holding a cookie and the other entertaining with the grass.

"With this you could make most of the Slashers fall in love," he joked, directing his remaining piece in your direction. "Take it. This is the definitive piece, it'll taste like paradise."

You snorted before answering, "Danny, I made that cake, I know very well what it tastes like."

"Just take it, we'll have an indirect kiss by the way, muak muak." He took your chin between his hands as he directed that baked cake towards your mouth. "Don't be shy."

You did what he told you, you took the bite and you felt the same as before: a wave of flavor. Only chocolate.

"Still the same."

Danny gasped pretending he was outraged. "You can't be serious now, I literally sacrificed my best food and in this way you thank me."

"And I literally brought the cake," you remarked, emphasizing 'literally.'

"Whatever. Only I properly appreciate sweet things, dove."

"Why do you always call me that? Please stop, the last time an old woman looked at us as if we were a couple," you mumbled-yelled at him.

"Wise men say~" Danny started singing Can't Help Falling In Love while laughing out loud from time to time. "But I can't help falling in love with—"

"Shut the fuck up. You go out of tune more than my grandfather at Christmas and he really has vocal problems."

"You're so boring," Danny sighed, turning his gaze to you. "Tell me what other ways I can call you, dear grumpy."

"Let me think." You put your hand on your chin thoughtfully, staring at nothing. "What about 'love'? When will you call me that?"

"Love? The last time I called you that, you were a blushing mess," Danny couldn't help but snort in amusement. "What's the problem? I thought you liked the nickname dove."

"I was kidding, you can call me whatever you want, except degrading names, those are reserved for the bed." After saying that, you got up cleaning the dirt that the grass left on your clothes. The desire to extend this moment was deep, unfortunately it was time to go home.

"You don't have to go, you know? I could take you home later and—"

"I would love that but today is Lasagna Thursday, you know I have to be on time. Besides, I have business to attend to," you interrupted him before he finished speaking, you knew where this was going, you knew what he was craving. A moment alone, a moment of peace. Albeit you couldn't grant that to him.

"Alright," Danny said before getting up with you too. "I'll see you around?"

You smiled brilliantly, certainly Danny at this hour was getting calmer, more relaxed. "Of course you will, pine head. Don't even hesitate," you lied. It wouldn't be the first time, the words just slip away, giving a false promise of another reunion. You hoped he hadn't noticed the slight trembling in your hands, or worse, the look of regret and sorrow in your eyes.

But he did.

He approached taking your hands in his, and almost whispering, let his thoughts escape. "Take care and don't do anything stupid." He directed his hand towards your forehead to give it a small blow. The frown was what stood out the most on his face at the moment, and even understanding what he meant, you couldn't help but question him.

"What would be stupid to you?"

"You know exactly what I mean. Curiosity is one of the strongest weaknesses of people."

"Sometimes I wish you would stop acting like a dad, you will get wrinkles," You rolled your eyes feigning annoyance, but the smile on your lips showed otherwise.

"I care about you, you know that," he replied. In a way, his blue eyes deepened when he showed concern. It felt like they had a life of their own.

"I know. Take care, Danny." You kissed him goodbye and headed home. You could feel his gaze, it was so comforting and heavy at the same time.

-

When you got home, you went directly to your room to turn on the computer. If Samantha hadn't lied, then there really might be a possibility of contacting Ghostface.

She had sent you a link that you hoped to be able to access from your computer, it would be easier to handle.

You only had to wait a few minutes for it to turn on. You copied and pasted the link and it took you to a page.

What the hell, you thought.

The screen welcomed you with everything in black. It looked like it had stuck.

Shit, you didn't know whether to think that your computer exploded or if you were just being hacked.

You decided to wait a few minutes to see if something appeared, otherwise you would have to explain to your parents why and how you screwed up the computer in the house. Although a wave of hope filled you when you saw the page was redirecting you to another. At least nothing broke.

But the feeling dissipated as soon as you saw that there was a message where the address of your house was read. The idea that this link was fake and stupid was gone, now the question that was on the screen watching you with impatience.

Is your house here?

Yes. No.

Without hesitation, you pressed no, confirming it would send you straight to the wolf's mouth. People say 'don't get too close to the fire' after all.

Such was the surprise when you saw how the "Yes" box had been marked. You didn't know or have any idea if this was a machine error or if this was already programmed to work like this, certainly it was causing you panic.

Nothing else appeared. You also didn't dare to move from the chair-just in case something happened and you weren't there- and that was until you heard your cell phone vibrate. You reached out to grab it, looking briefly to see if it was important or not, usually hardly anyone was texting you at this time. Curiosity came to you when you saw that it was an unknown number, they had only written hello to you but you could clearly see that they were still writing. Impatient, you returned your gaze directly to the screen and then to the cell phone.

The horror and fear settled in your body like a parasite as soon as you read what they wrote to you. A location, not yours but somewhere else, a park.

An invitation.

'Park. In front of the fountain with the statues of angels. Don't make it difficult and come. You decided to join the game, now you can't take it back. If not, I will take other more unpleasant measures. GF.'

you already lost.

You spent a while spacing out, reading the message until you heard your mother telling you that the food was done.

Lasagna never felt as unpleasant as it did now.

-

You decided it was too late to retract the decisions you made all day; from listening to Samantha, taking Danny's piece of cake, to now hitting an unknown link and being stalked by a murderer who only God knows how many families he ruined with his murders. All those events led you here, you had no one to blame but yourself. So, when you arrived at the park, a feeling of discomfort settled throughout your body. You couldn't help but think that you were being watched. Maybe he was already there, playing with his food.

What would he do first? Try to scare you and then stab you out of nowhere? You wanted to think that you'd certainly not scream but if he came out of nowhere… that would probably scare you to death. It would be funny though: 'Ghostface scared a person to death, new modus operandi?'

You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice a man sneaking up behind you until he put his gloved hand over your mouth.

"Waiting for me?" the male voice asked in a sweet tone, too cloying for your taste. "It's such a pleasure to have a pretty one around here, are you my prey today?"

He waited a moment before realizing that he still had his hand over your mouth, clearly preventing you from speaking. Slowly he slid it, freeing you from that grip.

"So... you came," you muttered as you analyzed his costume. There wasn't much to look at either, it was simply a black cloak and the hideous mask that gave him his name.

"I never miss a chance to recklessly kill someone." His voice was rough and raspy, it fit him well. Almost as if it was made just for him, leaving the other poor men dumb. "I must admit that I've received a lot of requests regarding this, but you must be the first to stay this calm and still. I believe you will be my favorite, Birdie," he put on a tone of false affection.

"I better be. Maybe I'm asking you to kill me but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to be special."

"Bonus point 'cause you are extremely cute and quiet. But I'm a big fan of screaming too, so if you want to scream I'm not complaining."

You smirked boldly at that, "Do you want me to scream and make a great scene? I can do that." You cleared your throat and prepared to say the first thing that crossed your mind. "Oh please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel," you heard how he let out a laugh. His laugh sounded so spontaneous and familiar.

"Didn't hear a scream in that sentence but at least you were original. I like that," he said as he sat down on the grass and patted his left side, hoping you would seat as well.

You hesitated before approaching. "May I at least know your name?" you said that while bending down slowly and carefully. The most normal thing would be to do everything quickly but what is the rush? It's too obvious how the night will end for both of you, better enjoy it as much as you can.

Ghostface was silent before answering. "Names are sometimes associated with appearance, I'll let you give me the one you think is more appropriate."

"I do not think that names are associated with the physical aspect of oneself but... lemme see. From your tone of voice I think you are someone pragmatic and bold, but I feel this is a facade more of Ghostface than your true self," you paused before continuing, thinking of a name that might fit the man behind the mask. "It would be funny if you were a shy nerd in your daytime "me". If so, the name I would give you would be... Jed."

Luckily you couldn't see him, because otherwise you would clearly have seen his indignant face.

"Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to like that freaky name!" Ghostface barked with what was supposed to be rage, but a little chuckle gave him away, showing that he found the situation funny.

"Well, you never said you had to like it, plus it sounds good. Jed, the man behind the murders overnight, and a great investigator of the local serial killer during the day." You started shaking with laughter, the fall of the great assassin would be completely a funny thing to witness.

"Well, you never said you had to like it, plus it sounds good. Jed, the man behind the murders overnight, and a great investigator of the local serial killer during the day." You started shaking with laughter, the fall of the great assassin would be completely a funny thing to witness.

"Well then Jed will be." 'Jed' snorted sharply before sinking into deafening silence.

It was so strange how today especially was such a different day, removed from the real world. As if this were a movie and not just another event that will take place in the town. Not a normal one, of course.

The biggest clue was that there wasn't a sound, and you barely heard the breath of the person next to you. It felt as if today the insects and the wind had decided to leave you to give more peace to the environment.

Jed shifted uncomfortably next to you, you felt his leg brush against yours. "Are you scared?" he asked. Oh, how you wished you could see his face. His voice said as much as his mask: absolutely nothing decipherable.

"Trust me, I got more scared seeing Chucky for the first time." At this, you both let out a couple of laughs. It would have been a romantic scene at its best if not for the fact that Ghostface pounced on you, dressed as a being of the night instead of one of the light. You still got carried away with the moment and ignored the fact that he had a knife pointed at your stomach.

"Are you okay?" Jed whispered slowly, your brain processed what he said syllable by syllable, as if his mouth longed to lengthen the moment anyway.

"I'm in my prime, don't you feel like I'm brighter today than usual?" you asked wryly. You knew he didn't know you in person, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

"Must be the effect the moonlight has on you. It suits you very well," he replied while touching your forehead with what you would call affection, however, you didn't feel warm fingers but his leather glove once again, cold against your skin. The touch made you shiver.

"Don't say that unless you want to excite a poor soul like me." Giggles without genuine emotion escaped your mouth. You didn't expect an answer nor did you want it.

Silence came again. No words were needed for now, but a kind of nervousness arose in you. The anticipation of upcoming events unintentionally upset you. Either way, Ghostface didn't seem to like the idea of being quiet.

"Why do you wanna die?" he asked with what in your ears sounded like genuine curiosity.

"Give me an easier one." You rolled your eyes in obvious annoyance, apparently not even the murderers are spared from the lack of tact in conversations. "You wouldn't get it. Also, why would you be interested? You even care when your victims beg you to live? for you to have mercy?"

In a blink of an eye, Ghostface put his hands around your neck in a warning manner, not a strong grip but a firm one.

"So will you just leave like this?" he asked in an angry tone. "Isn't that selfish?"

"Any feeling of selfishness is erased when it's replaced by loneliness and darkness."

"Are you willing to leave your family like this? To leave him?" he spat out those words, like he was giving you clues to some twisted game. Whatever it is, you and your inner self refused to participate.

You frowned, confused at the mistaken assumption that there was a 'him'. "Yes, if that is what is going to bring me peace once and for all, then that is what I want."

"Selfish, selfish, selfish," Jed muttered endlessly, the words spilling out, one after another. "I... You're lucky that you are behaving and have good manners, otherwise I would have gutted you at this time."

"You think I'm educated?"

"I think you were decent."

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

A pause.

"I've seen better looking people."

"It can't- I'm literally gonna die and you tell me I'm like the others?" you asked, feigning outrage. "First of all you point a knife at me, then you tell me I'm ugly; and so do you consider yourself a gentleman?"

"It's a shame that you treat me in such a way, I was just thinking about letting you go and revealing who I am."

You looked for his eyes with your gaze -no luck though- darkness surrounded everything.

"Are you being serious?"

"Of course I'm not!" Ghostface replied while squeezing your neck a bit more.

"Kinky," you just said at the same time you were smiling. "Am I being a good victim?" you asked him with a twinkle in your eye, longing to know that at least this time you're being useful.

"I think you're the best. No other person will be able to fill your position," Ghostface answered without a trace of doubt in his voice. Never in his life had he hesitated to drive his knife into someone else's chest, and yet he still did not understand why his fingers were so tight around the knife, as if they didn't want the monster to devour the princess, having a consciousness of their own.

His thoughts never waver but his body language tells another story.

"Is it a promise or a fact?"

"Both," he said while at the same time plunging his knife into your chest, he felt that you were unconsciously holding onto his hand. But that's fine, he allowed you, after all, you were the protagonist today. And for the rest of his life. Being the brightest star in the galaxy.

As life was leaving your eyes and body, Ghostface took the opportunity to slide his mask a little over his lips. You could glimpse they were shaped like a cupid's bow, good lips.

He leaned even closer to you and placed a small kiss. It was as if his warmth was suddenly focused on that kiss. You would have kissed him back if your senses hadn't weakened so much along with your heartbeat, and perhaps you could've heard the last thing he whispered to you. It was the first time someone said those words to you, but certainly the last as well.

"Good night, love."

Your lifeless body was breathtaking, anyone with a deceptive sight could have believed you were an angel or some kind of statue. They would completely deny from their hearts having witnessed such a work of art. Truly a shame. This is the best work of a murderer. Made by Ghostface, nothing more and nothing less.

[bakugousbussy]

Sugar Crash

KiriBaku w/ Lee! Kirishima & Ler! Bakugou (with a little bit of Class 1A in the end)

Summary: Kirishima is hyped up on sugar and Bakugou finds a way to calm him down.

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“Ugh!! I’m starving!” Kirishima sighed as he swung open the refrigerator door. “There’s nothing to ea- OOH CAKE!” The red head spotted a beautiful cake chilling in the ice box.

Kirishima’s mouth watered at the sight of the cake. The cake was small, 6 inches in diameter, about 2 layers high, covered in chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles. Beside the cake there was a little card that read ‘Class 1A please enjoy, Sato.’

“Ooh Sato makes the best desserts,” Kirishima thought out loud, giggling excitedly as he pulled the cake out to cut himself a slice. He carved himself a piece and scarfed it down quickly.

“Oh god that was heavenly!” The red head practically moaned through his chewing. After swallowing, he started to put the cake back into the fridge. As he reached for the refrigerator handle with one hand, balancing the cake in the other, the red head couldn’t help but eye out the cake. He stared at the cake in his hand, stomach grumbling, eyes filled with lust, practically drooling.

“Maybe another slice wouldn’t hurt.” He smiled as he shut the fridge door and cut himself another slice.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Before he knew it, the cake was gone.

“Oops, I must’ve got a little bit carried away.” He embarrassedly looked at the empty cake board, still covered with crumbs, as his shyly touched the back of his neck.

He hid the evidence by throwing away the note from Sato. What the class didn’t know couldn’t hurt them right? He shrugged as he made his way back to his dorm room.

When Kirishima got to his room, he laid in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone, when something caught his eye. It was a pile of clean laundry he’s been blowing off. He didn’t know why, but it was bothering him just looking at it. He got up to fold the clothes when something else caught his eye. His jump ropes were just laying on the floor. His mind forgetting about the clothes, he reached for his jump ropes, wanting to tie them and hang them over his closet hook. Kirishima tried to tie the ropes but he noticed his hands were shaking. He felt giddy, he couldn’t stop moving, and his brain was bouncing.

He went outside to the common area to get some water and his eyes lit up at the sight of his best friend. Kirishima ran over to the blonde all excited.

“Hey Bakugou! Hey hey hey Bakubro! BakuYO what’s going on!” Kirishima danced around the blonde who sat on the couch, just trying to watch his cooking show, alone.

“Shitty hair will you cut it out!” Bakugou, permanent scowl on his face, hissed at the jumpy red head, annoyed his show was being interrupted.

“Can’t can’t can’t! I have so much energy! Watch me run from here to there!” He basically screamed out, running from one side of the common area to the other. “Bakugou come on that was so fast right!?” Kirishima’s smile went from ear to ear.

“Hard head will you tell me what the heck is wrong with you!?” Bakugou could feel his patience slipping away, anger filling up his whole body, as he watched the red head sprint from one end to the other repeatedly.

“I ate cake! And the cake was so good. It was so moist and the chocolate flavor was so exquisite and it had sprinkles and it tasted like heaven in each bite I felt like the dessert angels blessed me with such a wond-” Kirishima’s rambling was cut off by a yell from Bakugou.

“SO you’re telling me that you’re interrupting my cooking show because you are on a sugar high?!” The explosive blonde got up from the couch as he scarily made his way over to Kirishima.

“I um… I just have a lot of energy and I can’t control myself…” Kirishima whispered, flustered and embarrassed. “I can’t stop moving, can’t stop talking.” Kirishima was starting to get excited again, his heart started beating faster as he started to happily jump in place. “Come on Bakubro let’s wrestle!!” Kirishima tackled the explosive blonde back into the couch as the both started to playfully fight each other.

“Shitty hair! Knock it off!” Bakugou exclaimed as he tried to knock the giggling boy off of him, swatting his hands at the red head.

“Hahahaha I can’t I’m having too much fun!” Kirishima said, riding his sugar high, enjoying himself, until Bakugou got the upper hand and pushed Kirishima off the couch and he landed on the floor with a huge grunt. “Ouch!” Kirishima let out, rubbing his hand at his head, trying to soothe the pain.

Bakugou wasted no time and jumped at Kirishima. Pinning the red head underneath him, each hand holding at one of the boys’ wrist.

“You have too much energy shitty hair, i’m going to drain it.” Bakugou’s lips switched into an evil smile. Kirishima didn’t even have time to be scared or process the blonde’s threat before Bakugou let go of one of Kirishima’s wrist and plunged his fingers into the red head’s armpit.

“Gahahahhaa Bahahahakugou! Nahahahaha!” Kirishima laughed out, pulling desperately at his trapped arm.

“Shut up and take it. You were the one being so annoying.” Bakugou teased, as he continued drilling his hand into Kirishima’s sensitive pit. The blonde’s fingers moving in fast, tiny circles.

“Plehehehehease Bahahahhaahkugou! Nohohoho!” The red head shook his head and shut his eyes, trying to use his quirk to harden himself, to protect himself from the tickle monster. To the red head’s dismay, it wasn’t working. He opened his eyes and tried to use his free hand to grab his attackers wrist.

“Ah, ah.” Bakugou shook his head disapprovingly. “No fighting back.” He growled. After a lot struggling, he finally pinned both of Kirishima’s hands under his knees.

Bakugou used both of his hands to tickle Kirishima’s armpits. The red head went wild, trying to buck the explosive blonde off of him, while desperately pulling at his arms.

“BAHAHAahahakugou! DOHOHOHON’T! Stahahahahahap!” Kirishima begged through his laughter, tears starting to build at his eyes.

“Don’t stop? Okay! Whatever you say shitty hair!” Bakugou laughed at his friends predicament. Moving his hands down to Kirishima’s sides, kneading the soft flesh, as the chef on the TV above them was kneading his dough.

“NAHAHAHHAA NOhohoho! Ihihihihihihi’m sohohohohhorry!” Kirishima started to sweat. His deliberate struggles and unstoppable laughter finally catching up with him.

“Quiet! I’m trying to follow the recipe.” Bakugou taunted.

“Knead the dough for about 2 minutes, using your thumb and index finger to pinch the dough carefully.” The chef on TV said.

“You heard the man! I have to knead my dough for 2 minutes!” Bakugou’s evil grin turned into genuine smile as he watched the red head beneath him laughing and squirming.

“BAHAHAHHAKUGOU NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIT! NAHAHAHA!” Kirishima could barely speak through his hysterics. His eyes finally let go a happy tear when Bakugou found a soft spot near his belly button.

“1 minute left Kiri, my dough needs to be perfect.” Bakugou smiled as he looked up at the TV, copying the chefs technique. Everything was going well until Bakugou’s finger had accidentally dipped into Kirishima’s belly button and the red head let out a little snort.

“Ohoho I think I missed a spot on my dough!” Bakugou smirked as he swirled his fingers around in Kirishima’s navel.

“BAHAHAHAHKUGOU STOHOHOHOHOP NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAVE MERCY!” Kirishima let out his final plea before his laughter became silent.

Bakugou, noticing his friend’s breathing became more heavy and irregular, slowly stopped his tickle torture, sitting the red head up and going to the kitchen to bring him back a bottle of water.

Kirishima gratefully accepted the offering and tanked the bottle rapidly, spilling some water on his shirt through the process.

“Next time don’t eat too much sugar shitty hair, you get hyper and annoying.” Bakugou said, scowl emerging on his face as he sat back up on the couch.

“Heh, maybe you’re right it’s just the cake was so good!” Kirishima exclaimed. Reminiscing on the tastes of the soft chocolate cake. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a group of footsteps, and chattering.

“Hey Kirishima! Bakugou!” Sato greeted the boys sitting on the couch. Sato was followed by Uraraka, Tsu, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari, and Sero, all waving to them and making their way into the kitchen talking about Sato’s cake when-

“Ah! The cake is gone!” Sato gasped, and the others groans were heard after. Kirishima overheard the conversation and a blush came to his cheeks as he sunk himself down into the couch, embarrassed.

“Aw man I was so excited to eat cake!” Uraraka pouted.

“Who would eat a whole cake?!” Kaminari frowned.

The blush on Kirishima’s face grew even more red and he got up slowly trying to run away to his room to avoid being questioned. Bakugou read Kirishima’s movements and realized that the cake he was bragging about eating earlier, was the cake his classmates were talking about.

“Hey idiots!” Bakugou yelled from the couch. “Kirishima ate the whole cake by himself.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened at Bakugou, who just sold him out to his classmates.

Kirishima turned to the kitchen to face his angry classmates, not looking at them in the eyes for he was so shame, but when Kirishima started to apologize, he was met with mischievous looks rather than upset ones.

He ran away, thinking it was better to run and hide than to succumb to whatever evil punishment they had in mind. They were hot on his heels. Deku used his quirk to help propel himself to the red head, knocking Kirishima to the floor.

“gahahahhaha ihhihihihihi’m sohohohorrry plehehehehease!” Was all that was heard throughout the dorms for a while.

[jossambird]

ooooo when I first started writing fic someone told me fics are like cakes - no one is gonna be made at having more cakes. sure, bakers might compare their cakes but they’re still different flavors and frostings and fillings

and the audience will be like “holy shit two cakes??” anyway

good luck with the fic!

Thank you Anon! 🥺❤️

You are actually the second person to tell me this and I understand what you mean!

I will be continuing to make my shitty little cake and if only one person likes it, that’ll be enough for me 😤

(Im kidding, I promise! It wont be shitty 👀)

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2800

i started this shit 400 weeks ago.

batshit insane, yknow?

anyway.

i woke up this morning tired still, but in a great mood. as i was taking a shower, i thought to myself, "wow, i woke up in such a good mood. something's gonna hit the fan today."

it did.

i sat down and had a confrontation about religion with my mother. she asked why i stopped going, and i said that for the first time, i realized i could make my own decisions and i could stop doing things i didn't want to do. i didn't want to go to church, so i didn't. there were a lot of things i pointed out to her, like there's a parallel between her telling dad when he says "that's the first i've heard of it" and how that hurts her feelings, when i tell her things that have happened to me and she says "that's not something that happens" that hurts. she said she's never done that. she's done that every time i've talked to her about religion and about why i don't want to go. it ended in me telling her "please don't talk to me about religion anymore. i know this hurts you, but it hurts me more."

she said, "i don't think that's true, because you don't know how much this hurts me."

i replied, "you don't know how much it hurts me."

and i walked out the door.

i headed to joel's. i called a few people on the way.

i called joel to let him know i was on my way, and that i was kind of a mess and completely falling apart. i called andrew, who was the one person i knew would understand, and he told me to breathe, to focus on my breathing. i recognized the feeling of the weight that was sitting on my chest. it's grief. so thanks to his advice i was able to sit with it and stop crying a little bit. i thanked him, and he continued with his day. i called my sister. i told her what happened, about the whole conversation. she pointed out some things, which were very helpful to remember, like not blowing things out of proportion just yet, to understand that mom's just as much of a disaster as all of us, even though it doesn't excuse being shitty and/or gaslighting her kids. she told me that i've always got a place to stay or go if i don't want to go home, and that she's sorry i had to endure that conversation. i told her she'd probably have a better time having that conversation than i would, even though she hasn't really had that conversation with her. ("it's probably because you got out of the house so soon." "i think you're right.") by the time i got to joel's, i was feeling better and laughing at something she said about running a campaign where you're just eight kobolds in a trenchcoat trying to go about a normal day but they're just mental illness characteristics. i said "that sounds hilarious, but that's really just what i go through in any given day."

i stayed with joel for a little bit before we headed out again. he held me and let me cry and tell him about it all and talked to me to keep me calm. it didn't take me too long to not look like i'd been crying for a solid half hour. that was nice.

we headed out to our friend's party, which was actually a lot of fun. it was a surprise party for our friend, who was told it was just a game day, but no, we had cake and cupcakes and brownies and a bunch of food in addition to the games. so i sat and played some games and it was actually really nice to get my mind off of everything for a few hours. before i played the games though i sat and ate a third of an entire ass cake. two-layer 9" cake, vanilla with vanilla frosting, it was really good actually. i ended up learning another person in our greater group of people is also exmo, and suddenly everything makes so much sense. he's kind of the weird uncle but i finally understand why he is the way he is. when i'm with my closest friends, i'm the same way. so that was comforting to learn.

we came back after i finished up my second game when i was tired, and we stopped for gas and i filled my tank, emptied my trash bag, and refilled my wiper fluid. felt good to do something productive.

we got back and joel and i sat in bed and watched the remaining episodes of the book of boba fett. (my phone autocorrected that to "bobs feet." no thanks, bob.) i liked it. remember, just because i like something doesn't mean that it's good. but i liked it.

antsy, it's bedtime and i'm working from home tomorrow and my laptop is at my parents' house, so i'm not entirely looking forward to that, but i have to wash my laundry and pack my shit for a week at joel's.

joel is sleeping soundly beside me. i'm so grateful for him. today more than ever.

[volfoss]

Sorry to go on a rant and get passionate about cake but I used to be a cake decorator and I have to say I fuckin HATE buttercream with a burning passion! It's like drywall for cake. It's only good qualities are that since its basically just butter & sugar it can be kept out for long periods of time and can get printed sugar paper to stay on it without dissolving. Hell is the only place where the ratio of frosting should out-number the amount of cake. I used to get told to purposefully frost a 3-inch glob of buttercream frosting onto a 2-inch cupcake that was also filled with buttercream! Its gritty, shitty, and tastes like sugary food coloring and butter. Whipped frostings fine in most cases, like on Tre Lechès cakes or if its Oreo whipped because not only does it keep the cake moist but it doesn't overpower you with artificial taste. Its on thin ice though because it still leaves that odd sugary film on the roof of your mouth.

YES LITERALLY THIS buttercream is HORRIBLE texture wise omg and the film is always so so bad 😖