#c: box lunch the ghost

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

Danny finds out hes a clone/ adopted, and instead of processing that like a normal person he decides, "Well its not like they can find me so imma mess with my bio parent(s) while venting my frustrations. Two birds with one stone."

Hence (hero or villian of your choice) begins receiving letters via untraceable magic of him telling them he's thier clone/son and just telling them about his day/past adventures.

Unfortunately most of his adventures are horrifying and the person is desperately scrambling to find thier dumb (possibly undead) child and rescue them.

It probably doesn't help that Danny only signs his name as Phantom and is careful not to give clues to his location.

[bbobpul]

stranded on the same ground — j. suh

NOTE. hey sorry for ghosting (again...) PAIRING. johnny suh x fem reader GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst SYNOPSIS. the entire process of getting over your ex, johnny suh (and meeting each other again) WARNINGS. profanity, mention of alcohol W/C. 4.8k

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The morning of your breakup with your first-ever boyfriend isn’t as awful as you expected. Life went on like it usually does. Blinded by anger, you wished for your ex to have the most terrible, annoying, and awful day ahead and all the other days that followed. Call it childish, if you may. Call it a little bit immature when I say the two of you didn’t really end on bad terms. Your only worry after you parted ways was, ‘How could he fumble so badly? ’. You didn’t cry the morning after your breakup with Johnny Suh, but you did on a random Tuesday night when you saw the sticker he put on your tumbler. You cried again the following week when you found yourself walking on the same route you would always take with him on the way to the terminal when both of you had enough time before heading to work. 

It truly is the little details that bring you to tears. Not the broken promises and the plans you made together that you will never fulfill because you are used to those things, unfortunately, because you weren’t really that loved when you were younger, which is sad, and now that the only person that showed you affection is gone for the sole reason that ‘the two of you need more space to grow and move forward’. 

It’s all bullshit. And you hope he thinks the same. 

You hope he feels the same. You hope that every day he wakes up, he reaches his arm to the other side of the bed and realizes that you no longer lay beside him. You hope that every time he prepares the table, he gets two spoons and then realizes that he has to eat alone and not have anyone to talk about absurd things during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which leaves him no choice but to watch stuff on his phone. On top of that, you wish that his WI-FI doesn’t work, so he will be bored to death.

You sat at the lonely six-seater dining table so early in the morning. It’s been three months since you broke up with Johnny, and really, you don’t feel anything right now other than the desire to make this day as productive as possible, and you seem to be on a really great start. 

You woke up at 5 a.m. in the morning to go on a morning jog, and when you reached your desired time, you decided to stop by the bakery to grab yourself some pandesal. When you got home, it was almost 7, and you decided to use your espresso machine that has been sitting in your kitchen, praying to be used. The fact that today was your first time using it was very evident because you had to get a chair to get it from the highest counter, and the box that it came in is now covered with dust. And then it hit you.

That coffee maker was a gift from Johnny. No, you’re not going to cry. You wouldn’t let that little piece of equipment ruin your day. Even if it was an anniversary gift. Even if you know damn well, he saved up most of his salary to buy you that. And now you’re on the verge of tears as you remember the fact that you didn’t even get to thank him properly because that was also the day you broke up with him.

And now! Another! Day! Ruined! Thanks, Johnny Suh.

In the end, you decided to drink instant coffee.

You heaved a sigh, trying to contain yourself. No! You wouldn’t let that happen. He should be the one crying over this espresso machine because it’s so expensive. Hell, he knows you don’t even drink coffee. He bought this for himself and gave it to you, and now he can’t even take it back because you are no longer together. Ha! Take that, Johnny Suh.

But then again, Johnny Suh is rich as hell so he won’t be crying over a gift for his ex.

Moving on (something you obviously can’t do), your work as an architectural designer starts at 9 a.m., and for some weird reason, you wanted to look your best when going to work. After all, you are going to meet tons of clients (and you are running for senior architect, so obviously you gotta do a bit of sucking up to your superiors because you! need! the! money!).

So with your desire to get promoted and get more money, you decided to go to work an hour early.

God forbid nothing cliche happens when you are at work, like meeting your ex and having him as your client, because if your memory doesn’t fail you, my goodness, Johnny Suh talked about wanting to have his own house by the end of this year!

“Architect, meet Sir Johnny Suh.” You are fucked. Seeing him again was one of the scenarios you made on your way to work today, and you blame your mind for being imaginative to the point of manifesting him right in front of you. 

“I’ll be assigning you this project because this is a great opportunity for you to grow and improve.” Sounds familiar. Maybe because that’s what you told Johnny when you broke up with him. “I believe you are responsible enough to lead your own team, and this is your chance to demonstrate your skills,” your superior told you. It wasn’t very clear on your end because your ex is just a few feet away from you.

“Thank you, ma’am. I will do my best,” was all you could say. Your boss then left you alone with... him.

You stood there in shock, but you tried your best not to express it with your face, mainly because you didn’t want him to think that he still had an effect on you. You didn’t want him to think that his showing up at your workplace so early in the morning three months after your break up still has an effect on you. 

You thank the universe that some of your colleagues are late because if they were here, they would make fun of you until the sun sets. After all, they were the ones you drank with until your heartaches ended.

You looked at him and saw him looking at the displays in your work. You realized that this was his first time here. Throughout the course of your 7-year relationship, he never insisted on visiting, or maybe you just didn’t let him.

‘He looks.. well.’ You thought to yourself, and you don’t know why there was a hint of disappointment laced in the crevices of your brain. Could it be because he looks like he is doing a lot better than you or because he looks like he is doing a lot better without you? 

There he is, still standing tall, and here you are with all of your fears coming back to your system. The fear that led you to end everything, despite everything being good, If the reason you gave him that night wasn’t really clear on his part, it wasn’t clear to you either. After all, your mind was clouded with your low self-esteem, but it was a lot more than that. It was too much for you to take, and you just didn’t want to burden him anymore. He has a book of plans, and yours was paper thin due to your uncertainties. But is that even important now that everything is done?

You cleared your throat in an attempt to get his attention. “Let’s head to the conference room.” Putting your ex aside, this is a great opportunity for you to get promoted. You haven’t seen the project proposed by your client, but this is your chance to get the salary you deserve and your own office. After countless nights of working overtime and overextending yourself, it will all soon be worth it. You hoped.

Johnny Suh won’t ruin this chance.

You didn’t let the awkward walk to the conference destroy the harmony and creativity you could offer for this project, and the moment you sat on one of the chairs in the conference room, you didn’t waste any second asking, “What are your goals and objectives for this project? ”

Your immediate question didn’t surprise Johnny. You are the type of person who is very driven. And he knows that. Very well.

“I would want a space that is aesthetically pleasing and functional.” His answer exuded a lot of professionalism. Something you hope he maintains until the end of this project.”

“And what is the budget for this project?”

“As long as we don’t exceed tens of millions, though I don’t mind not staying within the budget only if it is very essential for the house.”

‘Tens of millions. He really has a lot of money, huh? ’ You thought. You look at the mood board on the folder handed to you by your boss, and right there you understand why he needed that much money. It’s almost a mansion! 

‘Why does he need a house this big? ’ You asked yourself. Maybe it’s for his family. He always mentioned wanting to build a house for his mom and dad so they would live closer to them and not experience the hassle of buying expensive tickets and tiring flights.

After more questions, you almost forgot that you were working with your ex. Maybe you don’t really care anymore. Maybe you didn’t care that he was starting to turn one of his plans into reality. A house? Such a big step into your 30s. While you go home every day to a small apartment that has been opening its doors for your big problems, Maybe in those three months, he already found the path while you were still navigating the route towards it.

You looked at his back as he stepped out of the room. A view you are strangely familiar with. Even if the results of your decision still haven't caught up to your life, change is very different in Johnny Suh. Change looks good on him.

You let out a small laugh when you remember the number of times you wished the worst for him. Turns out he is doing a lot better now that you are gone from his life. Aside from that, he didn’t sound affected at all. It’s just you who is still stranded on the same ground.

But there is something you can’t deny. Not blinded by anger anymore. You are really proud of him.

After the meeting, you gathered your team. You hired an engineer and an assistant. You also consulted a group of construction workers willing to work on the project. It's the productive day you wished for.

As the day came to an end, you received a text message from him.

Please be at the groundbreaking ceremony. It’s nothing big but it would be nice to have you there.

The message read. As much as you didn’t want to go, he is still your client and you need to, for the harmony of the team.

I will be there. You typed on your phone as you waited for a cab to stop in front of you. This is the closure you needed. This is the closure you need to move on from your paper-thin plans and actually move forward with real, concrete plans. It doesn’t matter if you are navigating the route alone; as long as you know, when you walk towards the path you promised him, you will carry no regrets. You will know that it was for the better.

The 20 minutes you spent inside the taxi were more excruciating than that random Tuesday night when you first cried over the two of you. It’s bittersweet in the sense that you no longer feel angry about your own choices and feel sad because you have come to the realization that you no longer have the right to pry into his choices. He wants to build a house. Good for him. He specifically asked for you to design his house. Fucking great. It totally doesn’t feel like he is doing this to make you feel bad. But knowing Johnny, he is not the type of person to hold a grudge. If he loved you in the past, then he has no reason to hate you in the future, despite not being a part of it anymore. 

And the day of the groundbreaking ceremony came quickly. You wore your best clothes to look as presentable as possible, and as expected, the moment you stepped foot onto the site, the cool breeze was the first one to welcome you. The 500-square-meter lot was surrounded by trees inside a gated community. It's a very secluded area. You wouldn't expect this to be in the middle of the city. The walls and trees hovering over the houses are enough to muffle the noises from the highway.

"Hey there, it's good to see you," Johnny greeted you warmly, his smile stretching wide across his face. You reciprocated with an equally warm smile. Despite only seven simple words passing between you, the air seemed to thicken with emotions, leaving you momentarily breathless. Johnny's presence was striking, a stark contrast to the person you had parted ways with three months prior. 

"Ah, well, I couldn't possibly leave a client hanging," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to shake off the sudden intensity of the moment. You blamed your tardiness on traffic, a common excuse but one that felt feeble in this instance.

Johnny's laugh was soft and understanding. "No worries, I completely understand," he reassured you.

The exchange hung in the air, followed by a brief but poignant silence. It was as though the unspoken weight of the time apart and the changes that had occurred in both of your lives weighed heavily in the space between you, mingling with the anticipation of what was to come.

"Hey, are you feeling hungry at all? There's a sandwich over there if you're in the mood. Oh, and by the way, Engineer Lee is currently in the tent."

“Not really,  I will just take a look around the lot. Thanks”

The ceremony started earlier than originally planned. You stood at the back with your friend Ten, who is also the engineer you hired for this project. You watched Johnny with his parents, holding a golden shovel, marking the ground as the start of the construction process. Materials are all set, and the design is already settled. The workers will be present on the site tomorrow, and they will start working on the foundation of the house. 

You let out a sigh of relief when Johnny’s parents didn’t notice you at the ceremony. Maybe it’s because of the new haircut, or you really just didn’t want to be seen. But that really is inevitable when Johnny and his family are inviting the entire team for dinner at their house. And Ten has been pushing you to at least say hi to them. After all, the family didn’t do anything wrong to you.

“Just go to them and say hi!” He said as he slightly pushed you towards them. Your eyes were glued to the family. They were laughing, and his mother looked very happy as she fixed her son’s hair. You are used to seeing them like this. They were like your second parents at the end of the day.

You mustered your courage and walked towards them. You don’t know why you are so nervous about greeting them when they’ve only given you nothing but love.

“Hi, auntie, uncle.” You greeted them with a genuine smile plastered on your face. They turned to look at you in surprise.

“Oh my goodness, honey. You didn’t tell me that the best architect in town will be in charge of the house,” his mother said before engulfing you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around the older lady and laughed in response. You exchanged eye contact with his father before smiling and nodding at him, and after that, your gaze fell on Johnny, who was looking at the both of you with emotions whirling around his face—something you cannot quite paint. He was smiling, but his eyes looked very different. You brushed it off with the reason that you guys haven’t seen each other for months. What rights do you have to dictate the emotions in his eyes?

“How have you been, darling?” His mother asked you with so much gentleness laced in her voice. Her eyes scanned every part of your face.

“I am doing great, auntie. How are you?” 

“Well, I am really thrilled for our new house! And to have you design our home, ugh, it’s like a dream come true.” She said, and you gave her a small smile. “I saw how much you worked hard to get where you are right now, and I am so proud to see how far you’ve come.” She continued as you both slowly walked away from Johnny and her husband. 

You could only hum in response. Overwhelmed by the love and appreciation she is showering you with. You looked at your hand; she was squeezing so tightly, and you realized that the moment you lost Johnny, you also lost the mother who has showered you with love ever since.

"Listen, I know whatever happened between you and my son is no longer my place to pry into, but I just want to ask you to try and settle things. I understand he can be a bit stubborn, but if you two can't reconcile romantically, at least try to maintain a friendship," she said unexpectedly, catching you off guard with the sudden turn in conversation. You gazed at her, unsure of where she was leading with this.

"You're the one who understands him better than anyone else, who knows the deepest corners of his heart. It'll be difficult for him to find someone else like you," she continued, her words carrying a weight of sincerity as she held your gaze. "He loves you dearly, my dear."

"I loved him too, auntie. But sometimes parting ways is for the best. I hope you can understand that," you replied softly, feeling a mix of gratitude and sadness.

"You know I'll always understand," she reassured you, her tone gentle and understanding.

"Thank you for everything, and for trusting me with this house," you expressed your gratitude sincerely.

"Honey, trust me when I say it was all him. He trusted you with this house," she replied warmly.

Dinner with the future house owners came and went and now it was time for goodbyes. There wasn’t much talk while you were eating. You were just enjoying the switching conversations in your surroundings. You would answer when they asked you questions  but you don’t actively participate in the discussion.

"Thank you for dining with us, Engineer Lee, and honey," Mrs. Suh addressed both of you with a warm smile. "Thank you so much for coming."

"It's my absolute pleasure, auntie. Thank you so much for having me," you responded with genuine gratitude, your smile reflecting the warmth of the evening.

"I'll get going, ma'am, sir," Ten interjected, offering to drive you home. You glanced at him, mustering a condescending smile, and mouthed, 'I can handle myself.'

"You sure?" he persisted, concern evident in his voice.

"Yep, don't worry," you reassured him.

"Okay. Bye, everyone. Thank you so much for this amazing night," Ten bid farewell, expressing his gratitude to the gathered company before making his exit.

"Uh, I can drive you home," Johnny offered as Ten's car exited the gate.

"Oh, no, no nee—" you began to decline, but Mrs. Suh intervened.

"Yes! Yes, drive her home. You commute, right? You know it's dangerous for you to commute, especially late at night. So yeah, take her home, Johnny," she insisted, her concern for your safety overriding any objections you might have had.

You can never, and I mean never, decline any offer from Mrs. Suh. She has always been persistent, and that is one of her charms. Something Johnny didn’t get from his mom. You can never say no to her, not in the way that she will get mad or upset if you decline; she is just so good at it.

You took a deep breath and let out a smile, “Okay.”

And there you were, in your ex’s car, three months after your breakup.

It was like your throat was dry because of the coldness inside the car. You couldn’t bring yourself to utter a word, and the same thing goes for the man driving. The route to your apartment is something you have memorized so well, and now it is mixed with the familiar, clean scent of his car and the feeling of relief that you are going home with the person who was once the love of your life. It’s very familiar. 

Because it was all you lived for in those seven years.

You worked your best because the thought of going home with him and telling him about your day is what you lived for all those years. You worked your best because you wanted the best for the both of you without knowing it’s what would break the two of you. Maybe it was the overwhelming amount of socialization you did earlier, but now you could admit that you were insecure. You were insecure about him having so many plans and being so sure of his future with you while you worked tirelessly at a job you were not sure deserved you. You wanted the best for him, and you just didn’t have the capability to be the best for him. You wanted more for yourself because he made you feel small. Not intentionally on his side. You can now admit that it’s totally your problem. He never did anything wrong. You just think he is too good for you. And you wouldn’t let him have a future with someone like you. 

You wouldn’t want him to live in a future that is uncertain.

“Engineer Lee mentioned something about paint and tile picking tomorrow for the interior.” He took the upper hand and broke the silence. You looked at him and nodded your head.

“Yeah, uhm, you can tag along if you want.” You regret saying that. Why did you immediately assume he wanted to come with you? 

“I was going to ask about that. Okay, I will go tomorrow.” He responded, and then silence hit the both of you for the nth time. 

Friday, rush hour, everyone desperate to go home, and you were one of them.

You wish Johnny would just drive faster so he wouldn’t have to sit in the painful silence, but the traffic wouldn’t let him. 

You made a concerted effort to keep your gaze away from him, determined not to let your neck betray your curiosity. Despite your best efforts, fate seemed to have other plans, and against your will, your muscles betrayed you, turning your head to face him. To your surprise, you found him already looking at you, his gaze meeting yours in a brief moment before both of you looked away at the same time. 

You want him to ask if you are doing well. You want him to ask how you’ve been in those times you weren’t together. You want to see him desperately get to know you again in those times he missed your presence. You want him to ask, or at least say something. You want him to initiate a conversation. You want to know if he still cares about the choices you’ve been making. You want him to ask about the little things happening in your life, just like before.

But he didn’t.

Until you reached your building, he didn’t ask anything.

From days to weeks, until it became months of working together, nothing much happened. Totally not that closure your foolish ass expected. Honestly, why were you even expecting anything? Now that months have passed and it’s been a year since you ended everything, I don’t know why you are still expecting anything when you don’t even know what you want to happen.

Sure, he would casually talk to you when he’d drive to the site to visit. Sure, he would buy you breakfast or lunch, but you are not the only one. You are working for him, and he is paying you. He wants you to do a great job, and of course he would treat you well. Sure, he would still invite you to dinner with his family, but he would also invite Engineer Lee. 

On the other hand, Johnny has been making extra efforts to make you comfortable after that night. Not expecting anything in return, maybe his mother was right. A little effort will make a friendship between the two of you blossom. After all, it’s a very essential thing when you are working together. But he can’t help but notice that after that night on the road with you, you were being a little more cautious than usual. As if you were walking on eggshells around him. He understands that you feel sorry for what happened, but he isn’t the type of person to dwell in the past now that you are still here in the present.

You have been very ignorant of the fact that he is trying to mend things between the two of you, and now that the project has almost come to an end, with Johnny seeing you as oblivious to his efforts, maybe he should try a bit harder.

If only you knew. If only the both of you knew how much you hoped something would happen that night when he drove you home. If only one of you asked something. But let us not dwell on what could have been; you are here, and this is the last day of construction. They are only installing the lights outside and painting the exterior walls. 

Like many other nights before, no one took the initiative. As always. The two of you might be so used to it by now.

The housewarming event came up next, and both of you knew this was your last chance. This marks the end of the project and the opportunity to mend the broken hearts you left each other with.

After working hard for years, you finally got the promotion you wanted. You proved yourself with a project they assigned you, and he was somehow involved too. But all the credit goes to you. You worked really hard to find the best supplier and design the house they wanted.

You've accomplished the first and final wish you made for him. Now, you don't owe him anything anymore. You designed his first house and have become a better version of yourself in the process. Perhaps that was the closure you needed—not just with him, but with yourself too.

And you were fine with just that. You didn’t want to expect anything anymore.

You made sure to greet all the people you worked with throughout this project, and you didn’t forget to express your gratitude to the team that supported you and showed patience every step of the way.

As you socialize with more people, Johnny, who has been observing you the entire time, has a genuine smile on his face. ‘Change looks good on you,’ he said to himself. He can’t help but be proud. He doesn't have any reason not to. You look the happiest right now, and as someone who knows all your dreams, this is a check in the box among many others. 

He made the right decision by picking you as his architect. Other than being good at what you do, he saw this project as an opportunity for you to really get what you want, and the reason why you ended things with him was growth. He knows how much you need that push in your life. He knows how much you need something to happen in your life. Even if it means losing you. Even if it means not being with you every step of the way, He is happy for you and the change you made in that one year.

Amidst the bustling crowd, you locked eyes with him and offered a smile, prompting him to raise his champagne glass in acknowledgment. With purpose, you made your way through the gathering until you stood beside him on the balcony of the freshly constructed house, both admiring the view of the garden below.

For several moments, silence enveloped you both, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

"Thank you for your brilliance, architect," he finally said, breaking the silence.

"It's my pleasure," you responded, the words carrying a sense of fulfillment.

"As an extra payment, can I take you out to lunch tomorrow?" His offer brimmed with confidence, breaking the quietude with a hint of anticipation.

“How could I ever say no to that, Mr. Suh? ”

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Hi! This Be Me

I'm 30+, she/her and not interested in flirting or other personal interactions, just here to write and post about fictional men.

Requests are Open

O/C posts Sundays and Wednesdays

Writing mostly Ghost x Reader and König x Reader with yandere, poly and sweet vibes throughout.

Masterlist

Ghost

A Serious Medical Condition

Battle Paint

Call An Ambulance

Fake It 'til You Make It

Freedom Calls Alt. Ending

Frozen

Hands Off

His

Hunting Trip

Lullaby

Lunch

Protective

Recruit Pick-Up Lines

Soothe

Stuck In Your Head

Thank You For Your Service

The Bang Game

Konig

Centered

Comfort

Compromised

Disassociation

Ghosted

Going Home

Groß

Headcanon

Hogtied: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Homecoming

Kidnapped Prinz

Kleine Schatten

Königin

Laundry

Liar

Lumberjack

Rickety

Short

Staying In

Sweet Tooth

Travel Plans

Twins

Viper for the King

Weighted

Both? Both.

Abandoned

Babying The Boys

Cafe Fare

Shit Boyfriend

One-Four-One + König: General Group Involvement

A Forgotten Birthday

A-Line Dress

All Aboard

Big Dick Brother Energy

Boxed Lunch

Harem in Reverse

Mining

Rotating Beds

Sexual Harassment Training

Smoked

Team Building

The Couch

They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To

[marksbear]

So in the spirit of Valentine’s Day I would like to request Ghost x male reader fic. Ghost and the reader are off for Valentine’s Day and the reader has the whole day planned. First it’s breakfast in bed, then it’s a nice lunch, and last but not least a good home cooked dinner with a little bit of wine. After dinner male reader takes Ghost to their room has him strip, then ties him down, cuts him, chokes him, marks him, degrades him, all while edging him and ruining his orgasm when he gets close. After a while of that the male reader overstimulates and breeds the ever living shit out of him. At the end of the session they are both a mess but the reader gets them cleaned up quickly and the fall asleep in each others arms.

P.s. I hope your health is improving and your not pushing yourself to hard. Also make sure to eat and drink properly. Love ya. 🖤🖤🖤

In favor of the holidays I popped my pussy making this fic for you my friend. Thank you for the little message at the end. To give you news i'm feeling a bit better! I love you too! 🤎🐻🤎

Probably like one of the longest things I ever wrote.

Warnings! HEAVY SMUT, knife kink, name carving, edging, overstimulating, degrading, choking, teasing, handjobs.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X TOP MALE READER

The day before Valentines Price gives the boys a day off, so they can be with family, friends, etc.

Simon is the one driving home as Y/n is deep in his phone in the passenger seat. "Don't you think it's too late to be Valentine shopping." Ghost says glancing at Y/n's phone.

"Yeah, but hey cut me some slack. I'm gonna make tomorrow perfect. For both of us because we deserve it." Y/n answers with a cheesy smile making Simon smile also.

The car ride home was full of conversation and laughter. Both partners talked to the other about whatever was on their mind until they reached home. As they get out of the car Y/n carries all of their bags inside.

"Should we cook or order something?" Y/n asks looking around the house making sure everything's in order. "Let's cook." Simon says taking off his mask ruffling his own hair a bit. "Alright, lets make F/c." Y/n says getting the pans while Simon gets the ingredients for the food. The two cooked side by side helping the other when needed.

Once the food was half way done Y/n gets an idea. "Hey love? Can you take over real quick?" Simon gives Y/n a side eye, but shakes his head yes grumbling something under his breath. "Thanks. I'll be right back." Y/n washes his hands real fast before giving Simon a kiss on the cheek as another thank you. Y/n leaves the kitchen walking to their bedroom before making sure Simon isn't following him or something he closes the door.

Y/n gets on his knees and looks under the bed getting a red heart shaped box from under it. stands up before putting it on his dresser. Y/n goes to his bag zipping it open picking up two knives one big and one small. Y/n puts the knives one on the right side and the other on the left. After that Y/n goes back to his bag getting out a black rope, the one he usually uses on the field. Y/n puts the rope in the middle of the box smiling to himself. Y/n closes the box finding some stuff to decorate it with before putting it in his night dresser.

Y/n walks out of the room going back into the kitchen. "What did I miss?" Y/n asks stalking up behind Simon. Y/n lays his chin on Simon's shoulder watching him cook.

Simon stops what he was doing and turns over to Y/n facing him. Y/n looks down at him with a smile. "I don't trust that smile, Y/n." Simon says feeling Y/n's hands at his waist. Y/n lowers his head giving Simon a passionate kiss using his hands to lift Simon off the ground moving to a clear counter laying Simon on it.

Simon spreads open his legs before wrapping them around Y/n's waist. Y/n stands in between his legs biting down on his neck. Simon tries to move his hands into Y/n's hair, but Y/n stops him holding his wrist down pinning him onto the counter.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me Simon." Y/n darkly says looking into Simon's brown eyes.

Y/n looks down at Simon's hard cock with a smirk and lets go of him walking away from his partner going back to the food. Simon groans getting off the counter walking up behind Y/n grinding onto him for friction.

"Go set the table." Y/n orders him with a smirk. "But--- Yes sir." Simon stops himself from arguing getting clean plates and utensils and setting up the table. Y/n serves the food and puts the leftovers inside a container.

Y/n sits down on his chair watching Simon getting both of them something to drink. Simon sits down in the seat next to Y/n trying to eat the food without trembling. "Fucking hell Simon, come here." Once Simon hears those words out of Y/n's mouth he rushes into his lap.

"Since you only messed up once, i'll let it slide. But do it again you're getting punished." Y/n unbuckles Simon's pants throwing the belt on the floor. Y/n pulls down Simon's pants alongside his underwear pulling them down until Simon's hard cock is out.

"Let's say this is your early Valentines gift." Y/n mumbles against Simon's neck wrapping his hand on his cock giving it a few lazy tugs before jerking him off properly.

Timeskip! Next day!

Y/n walks to the bedroom carefully holding the tray of food. Y/n creaks the door open quietly poking his head inside making sure his partner is still asleep. Y/n uses his foot to open the door fully and walks to Simon's side of the bed putting the tray on the nightstand.

"There." Y/n says mentally before leaving the room. After a while Y/n comes back with orange juice and a bright bouquet of red roses mixed with white. Y/n puts the juice on the tray before putting the flowers next to it.

"Y/n?" Simon's groggily voice rings out catching Y/n's attention. "Good morning love." Y/n says kissing Simon all over his face until he wakes up. "Y/n! I'm awake enough with the kisses." Simon says moving Y/n's face away from his own.

"I made you some breakfast." Y/n tells him helping Simon sit up and lay on the back board. "Jesus Christ ." Simon says with a groan and smile. Y/n puts the tray on Simon's lap.

"Oh here I forgot this." Y/n goes to his bag and takes out a black teddy bear wearing a skull mask. "Soap gave me this suggestion." "Course he did." Simon responds back rolling his eyes in the process. Simon stares at the food with a smile stuck on his face. Y/n sits on the bed next to Simon picking up the fork and stabs it into the sausage lifting it up to Simon's mouth.

"Now you're feeding me?" Simon says in his sarcastic tone opening his mouth letting Y/n feed him. "Shut up and let me spoil you." Y/n says getting more of the food putting it inside Simon's mouth.

"I love ya." Simon says looking to his side smiling at Y/n. "I love you too." Y/n kisses Simon passionately. Y/n pulls away with a smile.

After Simon is done with his food him and Y/n get dressed. "I forgot to thank you for the flowers Y/n." Simon says looking at the bouquet. "No need to thank me. It's Valentine's day i'm just showing you my love." Y/n responds back putting his shoes on.

"Where are we even going." Simon asks walking out of the front door with Y/n following shortly after him.

"An Zoo! But don't worry it's a special one. After that we're gonna have lunch eating with the penguins." Y/n tells him locking the house door behind him.

"Let's just have fun Simon. Relax I got everything under control. Or planned really."

TIMESKIP

It's night by the time Y/n and Simon come back home.

Y/n unlocks the front door opening it for Simon. "After you." Y/n says earning a sarcastic "Thank you." from Simon. Y/n follows in after shutting the door behind him.

"Go to the table alright." Y/n goes into the kitchen already getting the stuff out to cook with.

As Y/n is in the kitchen cooking, Simon finds some romantic candles and lights them putting them around the dinning room. Simon goes into the cabinets getting the most expensive/ fancy wine out. Simon walks inside the kitchen getting two wine glasses out, before walking back into the dining room.

After about twenty minutes or so Y/n comes into the dinning room holding plates of food. "Here ya go~" Y/n says playfully giving one plate to Simon before sitting down next to him. The two of them eat in comfortable silence. It was like there wasn't anything to talk about after from what they did today and either didn't mind it.

Y/n picks up his wine class and raises it up. "A toast. A toast to you and me. to Another perfect Valentine. Cheers." Ghost raises his own glass and clicks it to Y/n's before sipping the drink.

"I got one more surprise for us both to enjoy." Y/n says with a smirk knowing Simon would most definitely enjoy it. "Y/n you already have done so much today, there's really no need." Simon says remembering all of the things Y/n had done. (Even when Y/n almost bought him a penguin.) "Oh shut up. Cmon lets g. Forget everything here we are gonna finish the dinner tomorrow." Y/n says standing out of the chair, Y/n picks up his wine taking a big swing of it while Simon does the same following Y/n.

Y/n takes both glasses setting them down on a dresser before pulling Simon into the bedroom. Y/n shuts the door and turns around staring Simon down. "Strip Simon." Y/n orders walking to his own nightstand opening it pulling out the red heart shaped box out and laying it down on the end of the bed. "Good. I thought sluts like you couldn't listen." Y/n says. "Now, sit on the bed hands behind your back. And legs straight out "

Simon quickly does what hes told laying down in the middle of the bed hands behind his back. Y/n opens the red box grabbing the rope before tying Simon up roughly. Y/n lets out a stiff laugh looking down at Simon. "You're so fucking pathetic. You look so worthless. Letting me treat you like a cheap whore which you are and only going to be." Y/n holds Simon's jaw in a tight grip making him look up at him.

"You love it when I treat you like this huh? Like a cheap toy?" Y/n asks with a smirk on his face. Simon only nods his head yes. In one quick motion Y/n grabs Simon's throat choking him, pinning him to the head board. "Use your words." Y/n whispers into Simon's ear listening to him try to speak. Only gasp and failed words come out of Simon's mouth from needing air.

Y/n lets go of Simon watching Simon try to catch his breath. Y/n eyes travel down on Simon's body until Simon's hard cock catches his attention. "What a fucking slut. You're hard just from that? You're more pathetic than I thought." Y/n teases before getting the box from the edge of the bed.

"I'm not done playing with you yet. Since you're all hard and everything you can wait until i'm done playing. Alright?" "Yes sir." Simon responds back weakly.

Y/n opens the box revealing one big and one small knife Y/n mostly uses for battle. Y/n takes the small one doing a cool knife trick showing it off to Simon. "I'm gonna mark you as mine. Mine and mine only Simon." Y/n says looking for a place to start.

"Lets start with your shoulders. I'm only gonna use the big one just to cut you."

Y/n carefully begins to carve his name into Simon's shoulder. Y/n watches Simon squirm and move around while he tries to work. Y/n moves to the other shoulder carving his L/n into it. Y/n licks all of some blood off Simon's shoulders with a smirk.

Y/n begins to carve his initials into Simon's chest and stomach. Making sure each muscle had his initial. Simon's cock twitch and ache precum already leaking out of the tip making his cock look shiny and all wet.

Once Y/n decides Simon was done with the small knife he picks up the big one. "This one is for just cutting you." Y/n says cutting Simon's thigh as an example. "See, not bad. Because whores like you are into this. You love me treating you like an enemy cutting you." Y/n says with a smirk before cutting Simon all over his body.

"Y-Y/n!~ Pl--ease just fuck me already!" Simon finally cries out with a moan throwing his head back from the pleasure. Y/n puts his hand on Simon's throat forcing him to look at him. Slowly Y/n squeeze and squeeze choking Simon lightly.

"Please Y/n! I-I can't take it anymore..." Simon says groggily from needing air feeling his cock begins to ache. Y/n lets go of Simon's throat before guiding his hand down until he reaches Simon's cock. Y/n uses the precum on Simon's cock to make his hand wet then wraps his hand around Simon's cock jerking him off at a fast pace.

Simon thrust his hips into Y/n's fist eyes watering from pleasure. It doesn't take Simon long until he feels his cock twitch in Y/n's hands. "Y/n! Y/n! I'm bout to cum! going to cum!" Simon moans out squeezing his eyes shut feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n pulls his hand away with a light chuckle before getting off the bed.

"See you in like two or one hour! Depends how long the move is." Y/n says getting a vibrator and lube. Y/n opens the lube and applies it on the toy before moving the toy into Simon slowly.

"Better not cum. If you actually do what you're told i'll breed you nice and deep." Y/n says turning on the vibrator and setting it on its highest setting "Love ya! My own personal fuck toy." Y/n gives Simon a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room and out of the house.

Little timeskip!

After a few hours Y/n comes back into the house holding a tub of popcorn and other leftover snacks he brought with him. Y/n set them all down on the counter before walking into his shared bedroom.

Y/n opens the door seeing Simon moan and whimper tugging on the rope while his legs and thighs tremble.

"And I thought you honesty couldn't do it."

Simon whips his head to the side looking at Y/n's body in the door frame. Y/n walks inside the room shutting it behind him before taking off his own clothes.

"I think you proved me wrong. Little dumb whores like you actually has a brain." Y/n says once hes fully naked. Y/n picks up the control for the vibrator and turns it off.

Y/n unties Simon's legs spreading them wide open before pulling out the vibrator out of Simon slowly. Y/n sits in between Simon's legs lining up his cock to Simon's hole. Y/n thrust his tip inside of Simon before thrusting the rest of his cock inside of him. Simon shoots his load as soon as Y/n was inside of him. Simon paints his stomach and chest white with a long moan escaping his lips. From being edged for hours Simon felt like he was in heaven when he came. Y/n pays no attention and doesn't even give Simon a break from just cumming snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace.

Y/n pulling out just to slam right back into Simon causing him to moan and scream. Simon's face becomes ruined with tears and drool. Simon's body is moving up at down from Y/n's thrust.

Simon's hard cock is covered in his own cum making the scene even more erotic to look at. Y/n abuses Simon's hole as if he was only a toy not caring about how fast and rough he's being. "B-Breed me! fuckin breed! use me! Plea--se~ just use me. I wanna be your slut! I'm your fuckin slut!" Simon moans out feeling his cock twitch again.

Ghost's moans sounded like he was a pornstar. But his moans were fully real. "Gah!~ Y/n! harder! harder please fuck me harder!" Simon screams throwing his head back.

"Sooo good! Y/n your fuckin me so good!"~Simon listens to the bed creak and shake from Y/n's thrust. And he loves it. He hopes that their neighbors can hear him. He loves the way Y/n makes him feel and he isn't afraid of saying it (or really moaning it.) Simon cums again even harder from his last load even some landing onto Y/n.

The grip Y/n has on Simon's waist is most likely going to bruise, but neither of them didn't care.

Thrust after thrust Y/n feels his orgasm nearing. At this point Simon could barely keep his eyes open. "Breed me! Cum inside me! Please please please breed me Y/n!" Simon begs feeling Y/n's cock twitch inside him. Y/n lowers his body so he's able to kiss Simon. The two makeout sloppily moaning into the others mouth. Y/n finally cums deep inside Simon. Y/n paints Simon's walls white pulling away from the heated makeout laying his head on shoulder as slowly thrust into him.

After Y/n rides out his high he pulls out watching his own load leak out of Simon before finding a plug to keep it all inside.

Simon breathes heavy on the bed watching Y/n walk around the room getting towels for the both of them. Y/n quickly unties Simon and cleans the mess of his stomach and chest.

Y/n begins to clean his own body before putting the towels in a basket to get washed later.

Simon is quick to wrap his arms around Y/n like Y/n was a branch and he was the koala. Y/n wraps his arms around Simon holding him in the same hold Simon has him.

THE END

[hoshologies]

. . . ENHA HYUNG LINE AND ROMANCE TROPES

warnings none / genre fluff, office & college & friends to lovers & second chance au / word count 1.3k (~300 per member)

LEE HEESEUNG is your work colleague at suh enterprises, a fellow data analyst. his cubicle is just across the walkway from your own and you’ve been enamored from day one; outside of your supervisor, heeseung was the first person to greet you on your very first day, telling you that if you had any questions or needed anything, he was more than willing to help. with soft doe eyes and a gentle smile, you were gone at first glance.

since then, it’s been a slow march forward in your relationship with him. for a long few months, it was one-sided yearning glances and little keurig meetings in the break room, chatting about your weekends and the office birthday parties coming up, mundane things that really don’t mean much in the grand scheme of things.

but then he’d started peeking his head into your cubicle, asking if you wanted the rest of his lunch because he was full, passing you his half-empty bento box and a clean pair of chopsticks. on days you were sick, you’d come back to work with vitamin c packets on your desk; other days, a mug of coffee would be waiting on a coaster in your cubicle, made just the way you like it. sometimes, heeseung even waits for you on late nights, slowing down his own pace so you can leave together.

what neither of you know is that the office has a betting pool on when you’re going to realize you’re in love with each other and make it official; beomgyu, resident office gambler, has a hundred won placed on another year of suffering through your “disgusting” beating around the bush (turns out, he’s a few days short and wins close to four hundred won).

PARK JONGSEONG changes your ideology on love at first sight. he’s a regular at your favorite study place: the cafe just down the block from your apartment building. you’re five semesters deep into your bachelors in psychology, so you’re in the coffee shop often (give or take every single day of the week). there’s a table you love that’s close to the front, but not so close that you’ll be blinded by the sun when it cuts into the gaps between buildings as it sets.

he waltzes in on a random stormy saturday morning, dripping wet and protected only by the leather jacket he wears. your eyes trail him from the entrance to the register, meeting his gaze once as he passes by you. he even grants you a tiny shimmer of a smile, one side of his mouth quirking up as he ghosts by your table. it’s enough to have you bristling under your sweater and you have to drag your attention from his black leather-clad figure to your laptop, word document cursor blinking at you from an unfinished sentence in a paper for your criminal psychology class. 

no matter how much you try to refocus and make progress on this paper, you just can’t (thank god it’s not due for another three weeks). your mind is just far too preoccupied with the pretty boy you made eye contact with, mind whirling with questions about him: what’s his name? is he a student like you? what are his hobbies? lost in your thoughts, you almost jump out of your fucking skin when the chair across from you screeches against the tile floor and the very boy sits down at your table, an iced americano cradled in his hands. when you finally meet his eyes again, your granted a deeper smile and a name: jongseong, or jay, if you’re lucky (which you seem to be because you sit and talk for so long that your laptop dies… and you don’t care).

SIM JAEYUN is the brother of your best friend, so he’s always been distinctly off limits. she’d sworn you to that one night in the darkness of her bedroom after getting buzzed off of some wine she’d skimmed from her mom’s collection; or rather, she’d sworn you to be off limits from him. “i met you first, which means you’re my person, not his. you’re off limits, ‘kay? don’t let him get to you.” and you’d giggled and told her that you wouldn’t even look in his direction if it was that important to her.

but that was a couple years ago and you’re not high schoolers anymore. in fact, while she moved cities for university, you stayed home and ended up going to the same school as her brother, living in the same dorm and sharing a couple of gen ed classes with him during that first semester. with so much distance between you and your best friend, jake was the next best thing and you were spending an increasing amount of time with him. so how important was that promise you’d made when you were half-gone on dry wine?

you go on study dates at the library, he shows up at your dorm room with your favorite coffee order in hand when you’re having a rough day, he saves you a spot next to him in every class you share together. there are other little things he does that having you falling for him in a way that your friend forbid all those years ago, but you can’t stop yourself, not when you’re watching him run across the quad, an umbrella in hand, because it started pouring down rain during class and you’d forgotten to bring yours. if this is how he loves, then surely it’ll be worth it to break that promise.

PARK SUNGHOON was the one who got away. you were the star figure skating duo at your hometown rink, perfectly in sync and a beautiful couple on the ice. out of everyone you’d ever trained with, sunghoon was always the one you felt most comfortable with; your chemistry was undeniable, but it was the way he supported you on and off the ice that made him your favorite partner by far.

so of course you’d gone and fallen in love with him, just a naive teenager who was itching to have your first taste of romance. how fitting would it be to have sunghoon as your first love, seeing as so many of your performances were romantic in nature anyways? but then he’d told you one night after practice, sitting on the bleachers and taking your skates off, that he was quitting and moving away to chase a new dream and you’d sat there, staring at him, waiting for him to say that he was just kidding. when he leveled that icily serious stare of his at you, the gravity of it settled in deep and fast, and you’d stood up abruptly without a word and walked away stiffly, willing away tears, even as he called after you.

it was the last time you’d seen him.

you’re older now, more mature than you were a handful of years ago. you’re not a figure skater anymore, at least not professionally, but you coach young skaters five nights a week at a rink in the city, your new home, while you shoot for your bachelors in sports medicine.

it’s tuesday evening and you just waved goodbye to the last of your students a few minutes ago. as you’re cleaning up a few things from practice, you hear the door open and slam closed, echoing loudly. you start to make a joke about one of your students who always forgets something of theirs on the bleachers, but when you turn to face them, a much taller, much older park sunghoon stands before you, a pair of skates in hand. his shoulders are broad, waist just as slim as you remember, but he’s so much more handsome.

it’s been a while since you saw him last, but the soft lopsided smile he offers you awakens some old feelings. and you hope that maybe this time, they’ll stick.

[finemeal]

Ultimate Enemy Plot Holes & Fixes (Maybe)

Alright, so sigh okay Ultimate Enemy has a LOT of plot holes. If you've watched it, and dissected it, you'll notice that. Like, how does the CAT answers get attached to Danny if he was intangible? That literally makes no sense. Also, how did the Nasty Burger blow up originally? Because from what we see, it only happens because Box Lunch and Danny fight, blowing up Nasty Burger, and now the hot sauce is touching the somehow still functioning grill which causes it to overheat and later kill Danny's family. But that wouldn't have happened in the original timeline? How did Danny get the test originally? How did the Nasty Burger get to the point it was blowing up? Am I overthinking this? (most definitely but shhh)

I've decided to write my own fixes that I will be considering "canon" from now on since Bitch Fartman doesn't know how to have a consistent show (fuck you Bitch Fartman). Will it be perfectly without plot holes? Prolly not, I'm doing this before I have to go do something, if you want to fix my fixes feel free to do so, I don't care.

So, how I think Dark Danny should come about in his timeline is honestly not going to be too far off from the show. I'll borrow some things, it's fine, not that serious.

How do Nasty Burger blow up? Well, no one said it had to be Box Lunch he was fighting, did they? I think it's possible Danny fights another ghost, and similar things happen. But, instead of Nasty Burger blowing up which would cause the grill to turn off, no electricity (I know my shit, I was a manager at a fast food joint). I think the fight will lead to the hot sauce container-thing leaning close to the grill, but no one really notices since it's such a slight change.

You still get Nasty Burger up and running, electricity going, and the hot sauce will still rise above temperature it should be (assuming Nasty Burger is open 24/7 so electricity is always running and that they don't have any safety measures in place to somehow prevent the sauce from getting overheated like morons).

How does Danny get the test answers? Well he's still a damn ghost y'all. I imagine he's driven to do so by A) being terrified of becoming a failure, B) being constantly compared to Jazz who scored phenomenally and C) there are bullies at this school, I bet Flash or some other A-Lister teased him about how he'd fail. Combining all this? I can see what would push this 14-year-old child to cheating on a test he think is going to determine his future.

After that, well, it follow sort of what we can infer happens?

If Lancer assumes Danny cheats by either A) hearing Sam & Tucker talking to Danny about it, B) literally catching Danny cheating (since this is assumed to be his first time doing it so he might not be as sneaky/subtle as he should be), or C) some other reason since they can't seem to keep straight if Lancer is a good or shitty teacher. Then, Lancer still asks Danny's family to come to the Nasty Burger to have a meeting, Jazz comes along cuz she would, (not an insult, but Jazz would do it), and Tucker & Sam usually end up tagging along to these sorts of things anyway.

If we go with the thinking that Danny does get away with cheating, I can see the Fenton's along with Sam & Tucker (who may or may not know Danny cheated) going to the Nasty Burger to celebrate his score, and Lancer could be there cuz it is a popular place. Then, the place still blows up, and there's no monuments for the workers because people who work minimum wage jobs are obviously not people (sarcasm, if you can't tell).

Either way, the end goal is achieved: Danny loses literally everyone he loves because he cheated on a test he was stressed about. Yeah, that makes sense (again, sarcasm).

Vlad, being a little shit, sweeps in and takes a mentally unstable Danny under his custody (he was also prolly left in the will as his caretaker or used his money since Vlad is a billionaire).

Now, do I think future Vlad is a reliable narrator? Hell no I don't! I think he's a lying piece of shit, and even if he does one good thing for once it doesn't make him less of a terrible person.

So, I think Vlad decided to rid Danny of his ghostly half since he sucks and knocks Danny out to do so. Do I think Phantom would then immediately go for revenge? No! I think Plasmius tries to attack him and, in self defense, Phantom separates Vlad and Plasmius. I think Plasmius would then merge with Phantom and cause this already unstable half-ghost to have a mental breakdown prolly.

I think that Danny, shaking and scared after having half of himself ripped away would try to stop this fusion and get caught in the crossfire, causing his death in the end. There's no way that Dark Danny just straight up murders Danny but leaves Vlad alive. Not unless Danny somehow accidentally brought Dark Danny's ire. Or, if Vlad snuck away somehow.

But would Dark Danny go straight into murder? I guess that's up to each their own. Personally, I think it's possible Dark Danny would? Especially since it's Phantom fused with evil as hell Plasmius. I don't think it's very likely though.

I do think it would start off as an accident, Dark Danny adjusting to his new life and accidentally attacking a human. Or if the GIW started hunting him down very seriously. Or, if a human gets caught in the crossfire while Dark Danny is fighting another ghost, which could lead to humans starting to be terrified of Dark Danny. Leading down a road of ... well what we end up seeing.

The point is, this is a very disproportionate consequence to cheating on a test.

Either way, this is what I think is what could've happened to make Dark Danny happen originally. If you see plot holes, feel free to reblog with your own fixes. Do you have a different fix for the Ultimate Enemy plot? Pop off. This is just a thought, and I know there are people out there who have some great ideas of their own.

[the-box-ghost-blog]

((@mycelialmadness)) Did you take my lunch box too >:c ?!?!?!??!?! That's so rude !!! Why do you keep taking my stuff ?? Should I just start putting everything in bags or would you just start calling yourself the container ghost or something.

I only take things that are square and boxed.

If it makes you feel any better I left your thermos somewhere. I’m not the thermos ghost.

Beware!

[cactuswaterscactusfields]

Routines

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: no beta we die like graves, this is another one-shot you hecks. Angst, fluff, memories, nostalgia, PTSD and referenced mental health struggles. Canon-typical violence, stabbing, descriptions of blood and injury.

I wanted to write something along the vein of To Me, You’re All I Am since I loved the relationship between Soap and Ghost. This is another one-shot, so you don’t need to read the other fic to read this. 

OR

Soap and Ghost are sharing an evening and Ghost gets distracted by memories. Soap brings him back to the present, back to Simon.

Crossposted here on ao3

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Warm tea, milk, the slightest sprinkling of sugar. That’s how Simon takes his tea. Soap’s had it burned into his memory since the moment they set down the last box in their new apartment, the first morning they woke up next to each other to the sound of birdsong instead of gunshots. Every morning, Simon wakes up at 0600 and drinks 1.5 cups of London fog tea, and finishes the last bit with his lunch, which is always a ham-and-cheese sandwich with chips. Always a pattern, always the same routine with Simon.

Simon is a man of routines. When he’s Ghost rather than Mr. Simon Riley-MacTavish, he wakes up at 0400 and takes a cold shower, before hitting the gym. If it’s Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, he works his cardio and close-quarters-combat techniques. Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, he lifts. Sundays, he instead goes on a four-mile run as his rest day. After working out for exactly 1.5 hours, he goes to the mess hall and eats two scoops of scrambled eggs and his classic London fog, a single cup without sugar. 

Soap has spent their entire relationship watching Ghost’s routines. He has them memorized so well he could probably follow them in his sleep. And yet, he still barely knows Ghost. There are times he can’t tell if he’s speaking to his husband or to a masked supersoldier who just buried a knife into someone’s jugular. 

Tonight is one of those nights, Soap thinks to himself. He and Ghost are sitting on their couch, donated to them by Laswell after her wife decided that they did not want it anymore. Something about wanting an open concept and window wall, she had said. There’s some reality tv program playing on the TV, but Soap stopped listening a while ago. He can see Simon’s hands twitching, and for a moment, he wonders who he’s staring at. He can’t tell, sometimes. Not now, especially. Simon is asleep, but his hands are vice-gripped around a rifle that isn’t there.

Shit.

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Blood, fire, smoke, a massive explosion. Ghost dodges around a chunk of rubble flying toward him from the heli that Price just dropped with a well-placed RPG shot, and lets off a few bullets into a sniper watching him. He has eyes for that sort of thing.

Where the hell is Soap?

He hasn’t seen his idiot since their transport crashed, since they were separated. Price was the first to speak to him over the comms, asking if he was alive, asking where Gaz was, asking if Soap had survived the fall. 

No clue, sir. That was his answer. He doesn’t fucking know. He knows nothing beyond the fact that they’re in a hot zone taking effective fire, and he needs to find Johnny.

“C-Captain?” Gaz’s voice crackles over the comm.

Good to know those two lovebugs are at least alive. Ghost has seen the way that Price and Gaz look at each other, has seen the way they speak to each other. Sometimes, he sees that same look in Soap’s eyes, in his own reflection of the soul orbs that the scot ogles him with. He just wishes he knew if Soap was alive. If Johnny was alive.

He turns the corner around a crumbling building, dodging behind a concrete wall, and his nose is burning with the smoke. He has a mask, but fuckall good it’s doing, and the air is thick with debris. 

“Gaz. Where are you?” Price’s voice is rough. 

“A-At a church, I think.” “That’s the rendezvous point. Ghost, meet us there. Try to find Soap if you can.” 

If you can. 

Ghost’s blood runs cold, as he twists around a pillar, taking a shot or two at a nearby Al Qatala operative. Why the hell did they fly here, anyway? Al Mazrah is a hellzone, and they have more important investigations than here in this desert shithole. And thanks to this stupid damn assignment, Soap’s MIA and possibly KIA. 

His chest is rising and falling, hard. He looks down at the rifled stained with blood and dirt in his hands, sees the cuts, bruises, and scrapes marring his black turtleneck, effortlessly ripping holes through the thin fabric to expose the wounds underneath. If he and Soap make it out of this, Johnny will chew him the hell out for ruining the sweater that Soap just fixed.

Sorry, love.

Actions have consequences, that’s always what he’s said. If Johnny was here now, Ghost just knows that the scot would be scratching away at that phrase like a cat. What actions led us to this? What actions are we suffering the consequences of? Tell me, L.T., tell me why. Ghost knows he’d be half joking, knows he’d just be doing it to bother the manchester native, and yet, what Ghost would give to be bothered right now.

He jumps over a half-wall made of concrete and immediately wishes he could go back to this morning when Soap woke him up with a kiss, tea, and a rush of dopamine. The only rush Ghost is getting now is adrenaline, as he takes in the scene before him.

Soap is out-fucking-cold. His mic is smashed on the ground next to him, and an AQ operative is standing over him, rifle to the scot’s forehead.

What happens next is a blur. Ghost practically teleports over to the hostile, burying a knife into his chest, and twisting until he’s sure the already-slumped man is very dead. No one touches his Johnny and lives to see another day. He rips the knife out, before stabbing him again and again and again, in the throat, in the heart, in the stomach, again and again and again, until his hardshell is smeared with blood, his arms tinged scarlet, the knife dulled from impacting flesh and bone. 

He’s shaking.

He slowly drops the body, before stepping over it and crouching down next to his husband.

Johnny, why don’t shrimp share?

They’re a little shellfish.

 He can imagine it now, the Scottish accent ringing in his ears like a warm summer evening as he laughs, finishing the joke.

Soap should be telling him that. Soap should be awake. Soap should be alive. And yet, Ghost isn’t sure of any of those things. Will Johnny ever wake up, will he ever–

–

“Steamin’ Jesus, Simon. Wake up!” Soap is gripping Simon’s shoulders, shaking the asleep veteran. 

That was a mistake. 

Ghost’s eyes immediately flick open and snap onto Johnny’s face, before he shoves the scot onto the ground, pinning him with a forearm to the throat. That’s another one of Ghost’s routines. If you wake him up abruptly, he responds by immobilizing you as quickly as he fucking can. Simon hasn’t woken that way in a while, but..apparently, he still struggles with it.

“Steamin’ Jesus, Si, please. Stop.” Soap desperately pushes Ghost off, and Ghost slowly stands up, hands flexing, before he collapses back onto the couch. Soap quickly follows, sitting down next to him, and he gently takes the Brit’s hand.

“Where were you?” Soap asks gently.

“Al Mazrah. After the crash.” Soap nods. He remembers the crash, waking up afterward with a very bloodied and very angry Ghost over him. He was worried he’d never see Simon again, only this hard-shelled phantom.

He begins twisting the wedding band on Ghost’s finger, staring at the way the gunmetal catches the light. Ghost was never good about keeping delicate things intact, so he elected to have a classic metal band while Soap went for an intricately patterned band inlaid with some kind of blue metal he forgets the name of from time to time.

“Ghost, tell me five things you can see.”

Ghost exhales heavily. A grounding technique. Of course.

“The tv, your hands, your stupid mohawk, this couch, your dog tags.”

“Good. Give me four things you can hear.” Ghost sighs again and stretches, curling into Soap quietly.

“Your voice. The cars outside. The hum of the fan. My voice.” “That’s good. Where are you?” Soap watches Simon, and he runs his hand through the manchester native’s blonde hair, tracing his finger along a particular scar across Si’s face. He’s always loved that scar. Even though Simon hates it, and hates to see it, the way he got it is one of Soap’s favorite memories. He had slipped and sliced his face while doing a knife trick at their wedding. Even though he was freaked out about it, the stupidity of the whole situation de-stressed the grooms, and they were able to laugh about it later on.

“Somewhere safe. With someone I love. Someone alive.”

That’s one more routine of Simon’s. He tells Soap he loves him whenever he gets the chance. He reminds himself whenever he can of Soap–no, of Johnny’s life. Their lives are too short for Simon to forget what really matters to him.

“I love you too.”

–

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this, especially since I wrote it in a couple hours.

[edgewaterfarmcsa]

CSA WEEK 16

P i c k l i s t

watermelon - cherry tomatoes - field tomatoes - lunch box peppers - onion -

corn - potatoes - basil - carmen pep

THIS WEEK AT EDGEWATER…

SO MANY FALL FEELS! This weekend's equinox totally hit like a ton of bricks.  As the light levels change, I find myself already reaching and hoping for every bit of sun to shine on us, our fields, etc… It is hard to experience a change of seasons as we moved right over Summer, experienced an eternal Spring, and now suddenly Fall is here with its demand that we put on at least one to two layers of woolies during morning harvest, spark our ovens nightly for tomato/pepper roasting, 

and consider which pumpkin reaches Martha Sterwart stoop status, as we move them out of bins and clean them up to sell.  These are all good things, BUT after a summer that was sun deficient, I am certainly not ready.  

However it is not all doom and gloom at Edgewater, I am but one salty farmer in a village of many!  Pooh seems particularly tickled about Fall’s entrance; he spends his days seeding cover-crop and jonesin for the nightly potato harvest. 

Yes! The great potato harvest has begun! And compared to last year’s crop- think back to last summer’s drought and 0 irrigation on the potato field due to debatably poor planning, but also, who knew we were gonna have an intense drought?!?!?- this crop looks baller.  Every variety is coming through with pretty decent yields.  Nightly, Pooh and Mike venture down the road well after morning pick and afternoon deliveries.  Mike drives the tractor with a gigantic potato harvester attached to it and Pooh drives the other tractor with a massive potato wagon to collect said spud.  They ride side by side - it is indeed darling as they both have a tendency to be real lone wolves.  Mike's potato harvester pulls the tots from the earth, moving each potato through the machine like Miss Pac Man through the maze (sans ghost).  The potato makes its way to the top of the harvester, goes through the hopper and lands in Pooh’s wagon- a real “he shoots he scores” moment for all.  Each morning after harvest, field crew then heads to the field, scoop’n up all the little spuds that did not make the hopper.  Those potatoes- those perfect tiny round little bits- that is what is in your CSA this week.

In other perfect carby news, we are NOW taking Fall CSA bread share sign ups on the internet- woop woop! Honestly, I can not think of anything better to compliment a CSA veg pick up on a cold Wednesday night than a fresh loaf.  

Here are the deets:

Made by our in house baked good masters, Laura and Kathleen

$46 for 5 weeks/ pick up in conjunction with FALL CSA/ Space is limited.

FARMY FOODIE PRO-TIPS:

ROAST YOUR TOMATOES, ALL OF THEM… 

Please see CSA WEEK 14 on the blog to jog your roasting/saucing making memories on how to!

Serves 2 

JENNY’S NOTE: highly recommended making way more of the shakshuka tomato sauce and canning or freezing for deep winter brunch.  All your friends will be so impressed :)

For the tahini 

1 cup tahini paste

2 tsp fresh lemon juice, plus more to taste

1 garlic clove, grated 

1 tsp kosher salt, plus more to taste

½ cup ice water, plus more if needed 

To make the tahini: In a medium bowl, whisk together the tahini paste, lemon juice, garlic, salt, and ice water. It will reach a weird, lumpy consistency, but don’t be afraid. Keep whisking until it smooths out and becomes light in color (if it doesn’t, it needs more ice water, so just add a bit more). Tahini sauce with the perfect consistency will drip through the tines of a fork, but just barely. Taste for seasoning, adding more lemon juice or salt if desired. Store in a jar in the refrigerator for up to one week. If the tahini gets too thick while in the fridge, just loosen it up with a little water before using.

For the shakshuka

2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil, plus more for drizzling 

1 small yellow onion, finely chopped

1 red pepper, finely chopped

Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

3 garlic cloves, finely chopped

1 tsp ground cumin 

1 tsp curry powder (optional)

½ tsp ground turmeric

1 tbsp harissa, store-bought 

6 medium tomatoes, finely chopped

Pinch of sugar

4 large eggs 

Fresh dill or parsley, for garnish

Challah, pita, or other soft white bread, for serving

In a large skillet with a fitted lid, heat 2 tablespoons olive oil over medium-high heat. Add the onion and pepper, and season well with salt and black pepper. Cook until the onion just begins to lightly brown, 6 to 8 minutes, then add the garlic, cumin, curry powder (if using), turmeric, and harissa. Sauté until fragrant and the onion is lightly browned, 1 to 2 minutes. Stir in the tomatoes and season with the sugar and a pinch each of salt and black pepper. Cover the pan and simmer over low heat until the sauce has thickened slightly, about 20 minutes. Uncover the pan, raise the heat to medium-high, and continue simmering, stirring occasionally, until the sauce is thick enough to cling to the eggs, 10 to 15 minutes. 

Use a large spoon to make four wells in the sauce. Crack an egg into each well, cover the pan with the lid, and cook over medium-high heat until the whites are set but the yolks are still runny, about 3 minutes. 

Remove the pan from the heat. Garnish with fresh dill or parsley and drizzle with olive oil and garlicky tahini. Serve hot with bread.

Crispy Roasted Potatoes with Garlic and Herbs – these are just classic. Once you figure out how easy this method is, it’s hard to make roasted potatoes any other way. You can totally omit the herbs and toss these potatoes in spices like, paprika, turmeric, curry powder….whatever flavor combinations you love. The key here is making sure you pre-heat the oven and space out your potatoes on the sheet tray so they have the ability to really crisp up and get golden and crunchy. 

2 lbs New Potatoes

1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil

1 head garlic, crushed cloves

5 fresh thyme sprigs- can substitute with dried

3 rosemary sprigs- can substitute with dried

Or your sage from last week’s csa!

lots of Kosher salt and cracked black pepper to season

Bring a large pot of salted water to boil and add in the potatoes. Boil for 10-15 minutes until a knife runs through the potato easily. Strain and let air dry for 5 minutes.

Pre-heat the oven for 425 degrees F. Place the potatoes on a sheet tray and using the bottom of a cup or the heel of your hand press down on each potato. Make sure they aren’t touching. Season well with salt and black pepper. Sprinkle over fresh thyme, rosemary and drizzle over the olive oil.

Tear the leaves and rub them releasing all the aromas. Move the potatoes around on the seasoned oil, being very careful not to bread the potatoes. They are very delicate. When the oven is pre-heated place the seasoned smashed potatoes in the hot oven and let roast for 20-25 minutes until golden. Remove and eat those Crispy Roasted Potatoes with Garlic and Herbs.

[fabuloussisterofsin]

Love Eternal

Love Eternal

Ghost (Band) Fan Fiction

Sister Maddelena Starling is new to the Clergy. Her presence there has been long foretold in the fabric of the universe. There to create a museum for the fans of the Ghost project she finds herself in a court ships with Papa Emeritus IV or Papa Copia. Their love was written in the fabric of time and her presence is there to shake the clergy to its foundation. If she is to become Copia's Prime Mover the clergy, the ghouls, the project will never be the same. Perhaps that is a good thing, not even the great sister Imperator knows what their lord Lucifer has in mind.

Maddelena

Copia's mind whirred with everything he had to do today. The next tour was approaching quickly and he had several things to do around the abbey in addition to press for the tour. He decided to take a break to clear his head and he started to walk to the courtyard. He'd sit beneath his favorite tree and read fanfiction on his phone for a while.

Maddalena Starling, the newest sister of sin sat beneath that very tree. New to the clergy she had been hired at a rather prestigious position. She was to be archivist of the abbey and she was set to make a museum for tourists to tour. As a part of that honor, she was awarded her own cottage to stay in. Unknown to her as well, the universe had plans for her.

Outside in the courtyard, Copia stopped when he spotted someone sitting beneath the tree. He was going to find somewhere else to sit when he realized he did not recognize the sister. Was she new? He approached her. "Excuse me, Sister, are you new here? I don't believe we've met."

She looked up from Her book. She paused. “I…I am new here. Only recently hired. I’ve been hired to be the record keeper of the abbey and to create the museum for the fans to come to.” She said to him. “I’m Maddalena, sister Maddalena.” She replied. Not quite recognizing Copia without all the face paint and papal robes. “Am I in your spot?”

She was a pretty woman, curvy, with shoulders length blonde hair, and an undercut. Her blue eyes shimmered like sunny blue skies.

He was taken aback by her beauty. God, err Lucifer she was beautiful! "Maddalena. Beautiful name. I was just looking for some shade to read in."

“We’ll let me scoot over! Come sit, I packed some lunch are you hungry?” She asked him showing the picnic basket. “I think I packed too much.” She smiled at the handsome stranger. “You look familiar.”

He smoothed his jeans and sat down beside her. "You are too kind, Sister. Truthfully, I've been so busy I forgot to eat today. I'm Papa 4." He replied.

She paused and fear came over her. She bowed her head. “Il So sorry your eminence.” She acted as the imperator had instructed. “I have taken your spot.”

He waved his hand. X "No no, none of this your eminence stuff. Just call me Papa if you'd like. Everyone else does. I'm nobody important."

“Oh, papa it is then!” She asked. “Juice box? “She showed him two choices apple or fruit punch. “Also, is peanut butter and jelly okay? I have a raspberry jam.” She continued.

"You are amazing! I love PB and J’s and apple juice!" "Imperator insists everyone call me Papa except her and Nihil, they call me C. But you can call me Copia, if you like."

She smiled. “Lucky guess on my part.” She handed them over to him. She nodded. “Copia it is then.” She affirmed before she stuck her straw in the juice pouch and sipped.

He did the same and he ate contentedly. "It has been weeks since. I had a PB and j, honestly." He continued.

“Well, I hope it’s delicious and you should eat more often! It’s bad for you to go without meals.” She gently scolded him.

He snapped out of it and mouthed the straw intentionally. "Yeah, I know. Mo-Imperator always fusses at me."

She nodded. He was cute. Nothing like how Imperator made him out to be. He was funny and kind. He had a bit of jam on his lip. She reached out and gently brushed it off his face with her thumb. “She is right to fuss.”

His eyes grew wide, she had touched him. He was hit with the urge to take her hand and nuzzle his cheek into it., but he refrained. It hit him just how touch-starved he is. "Thanks."

She wiped her thumb off on a napkin and they began to eat in comfortable silence. Once his sandwich was finished, she offered him dessert. “Would you like a scone? I made them myself.”

She told him. She scooted a little closer to him as the shade began to fade from her side. "Oh! Blueberry! Delicious! I'll have one, thank you." She scooted closer to him.

He noticed her movement, was she into him? He wondered.

Not for nothing the scooting had other motives. She wanted to be closer to him. “So, tell me what does the great papa do in his spare time? When there is spare time”

"That's not often." He sighed. "I play video games. I write fanfiction. I read a lot on the road."

“You write fan fiction? What for?” She asked as she smiled. How silly this man was. “What kind of video games do you play? I like to play Mario games and have you heard of Animal Crossing? ” "I uh... I'm a big fan of What We Do in the Shadows. I love Animals Crossing! And Pokemon! “I’ve played those before! I love Pokemon!” She spoke excitedly. “Oh, we should visit each other’s islands!” She munched on her scone. “I’ve never seen that show you mentioned! Is it funny? Should I watch it?”

"Yes, you should! The main cast is all attractive and it's really funny. I'll have to clean up my island first, I haven't played in weeks!"

“It’s been a while too. I’ve been so busy with the move and today was my first day working in the archives.” She said to him. She scooted a little closer to him. They drifted into easy conversation.

Above in the Abbey, an intrigued sister imperator looked on. “Nihl come look at this.”

"What?" He asked, coming to the window. "Who is the girl he is with?"

“The young woman I hired to fix our archives and run our museum. Sister Maddalena.” Imperator smiled. “She seems to be charming him. I would not have guessed he would take to a girl like her.”

"I thought he was gay." Nihil deadpanned.

“No, he’s pansexual that means anyone really, but this girl is good you know what that means?” She spoke as she watched the couple, her mind whirring.

"What?" Nihil asked. "And wait... Pansexual? So, he likes guys too? Has he had boyfriends?"

“I don’t know much about his relationships but this one…means grandchildren Nihl.” She sighed.

Under the tree, Maddalena was giggling at a terrible joke Copia had just told.

"What do you call a pig that does karate? A pork chop!" He said, making himself laugh.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. “That one was horrible, funny, but horrible” Her shoulder was now touching his. She wiped her eyes of happy tears.

He smiled and bumped her shoulder with his own. "Everything okay?"

“Yeah, you just made me laugh so hard I cried.” She smiled at him. She looked down at her watch. “Shit! I have to go back to work but keep this extra juice box and scone.” On purpose she Dropped her ring nearby, if he was observant enough, perhaps she would get to see him again today. She wanted to. “I hope to see you around.” She commented before she left.

"I'm sure you'll see me again, Sister. Thank you for the food!"

She smiled and walked away leaving him with the ring and her intoxicating scent.

Copia's head was spinning. Jesus, she was a dream come true! He sat thinking about her when something glimmering in the sunlight caught his attention. A ring. Was this her ring?

Work felt slow to her as she perused archives taking notes for exhibits. Her mind kept getting distracted by Copia. Copia. Copia. It was the only thing she could think of.

He sat in his office twirling her ring between his glove’s fingers. He finally caught a break in his day and he decided he was going to return her ring to her. He was honestly excited he had a reason to go see her. Steeling his resolve, he left his office and headed towards the museum.

Maddalena was daydreaming as she doodles in her notebook. Drawing hearts with c’s in them. It was getting late and she was getting tired.

"Sister Maddalena?" He called out as he entered the library.

Maddalena was passed out cold on her books and notes. She looked so peaceful.

He approached her gently. "Sister?" He whispered and he gently touched her arm.

She shifted her head and blinked awake. She smiled at him. “Papa. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He smiled back at her. "Hey Sister, you dropped this." He held out her ring to her in his gloves hand.

She scrubbed her face and her eyes lit up. It had worked. She had wanted to see him again and here he was.

“Oh thank you, papa.” She reached out to take the ring. Her fingers brushed the soft leather. “I would be remiss if I didn’t have that.” She looked so precious all doe eyes and sleepy.

"Sister, you were sleeping so well but you didn't look comfortable. You should go home and rest."

“You’re right I should.” She yawned. She then grew quiet as she looked out of the abbey. It was awfully dark.

"I'll walk you home if you like. You live in that cabin at the edge of the property, don't you?" She nodded. “Yes, I do and I would like that very much.” She grabbed her belongings. A scrap of paper stuck out from her book. A heart with a ‘C’ on it.

He noticed it. "Whose C?" He inquired.

“Ohhh Uhh nothing. A person.” She tried to cover it up. He knew who it was. “Oh uh someone I’m thinking about maybe asking out.”

“If I’m allowed to ask people out? Are the sisters of sin allowed to date? I know one of them is getting freaky with the ghouls.”

He chuckled. "Yes, dating is allowed among anyone. Why, who are you thinking of asking out?"

“Walk with me.” She said as they headed to her cottage. Her heart was racing. What’s the harm it was just a date. “Well, I really wanna watch that show you told me about so I was wondering if you wanted to make it a date?”

"A date?" He asked. "You want to go on a date with me?" He asked, pointing at his chest.

“Yeah, I wanna go on a date with you. I’ve never been the person to ask but, I’m a sister in the satanic church now, and why the fuck not. Especially when the man I want to ask makes me laugh.”

A big goofy smile spread across his face. "I'd love to go on a date with you! When do you want to watch the show?"

“Well, when do you have free?” She asked him. An owl hooted and it startled her. Without thinking she grabbed his hand and hid her face in his shoulder.

She kept her face hidden for a while. “Oh my goodness it was just an owl.” She breathed out. “Thank you for protecting me.” The clouds began to part, shining moonlight falling upon her skin like silver rain.

His eyes were wide, she was absolutely beautiful. He was in awe of her.

“Papa? Are you alright?” She asked. His glove had slipped loose and their skin met for just a moment.

He swallowed hard. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. You're just..."

“I’m just what?” She asked him. She could get herself to break their contact.

"The moonlight... It looks beautiful on you."

“Oh, thank you.” She felt heat move to her cheeks. Finally, after a moment or two, they walked to her cottage. Once she was at the door, she found herself hesitating to leave him.

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Good night, Sister."

“Goodnight papa.” She replied. “How about tomorrow night? Dinner and tv?” She asked as she gazed into his mismatched eyes.

He nodded. "That sounds great to me. When do you want to eat dinner?"

“Let’s shoot for six.” She suggested, “I get off at five.” They agreed and with another kiss of her knuckles, Copia was on his way home.

After a shower and changing into her pjs she was laying on the bed. Her heart pitter-pattering along as she lay there feeling absolutely lovesick.

Copia felt like he was floating back on his way to his chambers. When he reached his door he did a twirl, laughing as he opened the door and stepped inside. His heart felt so light.

Maddalena squealed and screamed happily into her pillow. He was so cute, so wonderful, so everything all at once amazing kicking her feet and telling secrets to her journal perfect.

[lc-something]

Here, have an Octonauts oneshot

Waves from the salty ocean lapped gently against the warm sand of the beach, and Barnacles found himself smiling. It really was the perfect beach. And it made an amazing vacation spot.

That's what the Octonauts were up to today: a much needed vacation. Tunip and the Vegimals had prepared lunch and a few snacks for everybody, Dashi Dog brought her surfboard, a towel, an umbrella, and a box of flowers for flower crowns, Tweak Bunny brought shaped buckets for making sandcastles, Professor Inkling Octopus carried several volleyballs, Captain Barnacles Bear toted the volleyball net and poles, Shellington Sea Otter picked up some sand and caught up with Captain Barnacles to share his findings, Peso Penguin carried the food, and Kwazii Kitten ventured over to a nearby tide pool.

It was only their second vacation together as one big group, for the Octonauts were still fairly new, but they had been working hard nonetheless and were all eagerly looking forward to finally relaxing.

Leaving the GUPs A and C in the water, the group dispersed, Captain Barnacles talking with Shellington and Inkling as he searched for a spot to set up the volleyball net. Three curious Vegimals, Barrot, Tominnow, and Codish, followed after him.

Tweak gravitated to the empty middle of the beach, and there she began making a sandcastle. She couldn't help but build. That was her idea of a vacation. Tunip the Vegimal walked after her, eager to help, and she seemed glad to have him around.

Peso looked around the beach for a good place to set up the food. He didn't want to be too close to the volleyball area, or too close to the water, or… There! He spotted a great place in the shade, not too close to or too far from anyone on the beach, and nice and cool from the trees above. He walked over to claim it before anyone else, Grouber the Vegimal trailing behind him and trying to steal a snack without being noticed. Peso eventually did notice him and giggled softly, sparing a hand to reach down and ruffle the leaves on Grouber's head. He glanced around to make sure that nobody was watching, then reached into the basket of food and handed the little Vegimal another snack. Smiling, he whispered, "here you go."

Dashi set up her towel and her umbrella in the distance between Peso with the food and Tweak with her sandcastle-in-progress. She set her surfboard onto the warm sand next to her towel, and said quietly to herself, "I'll go surfing later." She sat down on the towel and, opening up the box of flowers she brought, set to work on making a flower crown for her favorite bunny.

Kwazii crouched down near the tide pool, and since he didn't really know how he was going to spend this vacation, claiming a good spot on the beach wasn't really a priority. He was fascinated by all of the creatures that he could see with the low tide. Seeing all of the different animals crawling around in the water reminded him of somebody he knew. And speaking of the otter, he felt himself start to smile as that Scottish accent reached his ears.

"As a matter of fact, ghost crabs can actually drown if they stay in the water for too long," Shellington rambled, stopping to take a breath. He had his hands cupped out in front of him, holding a bit of sand and a tiny crab. To his left, Barnacles was focused on setting up the volleyball poles. His paws were a bit full, leaving him unable to pay much attention to Shellington's rambling.

"But this little crab is just a baby, as you can tell by its small size and darker colored shell," Shellington said, finally finishing his sentence.

Barnacles huffed as he shoved one of the poles into the sand, "Shellington, I can't really look right now." The chirping of one Tominnow the Vegimal off to the side reminded him that others were waiting for him to set up the net.

"Oh," Shellington said, discouraged for a second before picking back up, "well there's plenty more that I can tell you. For example, the ghost crab can make a variety of different sounds and change color to-"

Barnacles cut him off, the expression on his face telling the sea otter that he felt bad, "Shellington I'm sorry, I'd love to hear more about this crab, but I have to set this net up. Could you maybe tell me about this later?" He was trying to be patient with his fellow Octonaut, but due to the recent stress he had been under, he was running a little short on patience.

Kwazii, watching the exchange, frowned slightly at Shellington's face. He witnessed the dejected expression turn into one of frustration, but he couldn't blame Shellington. The crew had been cutting off his talks and rambles for weeks. But it's not exactly like Kwazii could blame them either. Every time Shellington started rambling about this creature or that, the crew was in the middle of a time sensitive mission. Still, Kwazii didn't like seeing Shellington so upset.

Shellington sighed softly to himself, "alright Captain, I understand," he mumbled, walking away from Barnacles and the volleyball area to find a spot for the little crab in his paws. He set it down gently and wiped his paws clean of sand, reaching into his satchel and pulling out his notebook and pencil. Shellington sat down in the sand, starting a light sketch of the baby ghost crab to cheer himself up. Sometimes, it helped him to draw it out.

He felt quite frustrated with the fact that he never really got much time to talk. He understood why he was stopped constantly, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Off to the side of his small drawing, he began writing down facts about the ghost crab that he could think of off the top of his head. It made him feel a little better, and soon he began looking for other creatures to doodle.

It didn't take too long for him to move on almost completely. There was a small smile across his face by the time he moved on to doodling seagulls.

An idea popped into Kwazii's head as a small red crab scurried through the tide pool in front of him. Shellington would have a thing or two to say about that small crab. Looking over his shoulder, he called out to the sea otter a few yards away, "Shellington!" The smile on his face was evident as he spoke.

Shellington perked up at hearing his name, looking over his shoulder and meeting Kwazii's emerald eye. He picked himself up and walked over to the orange cat, wondering why he was smiling so brightly. "Yes Kwazii?"

The pirate looked back to the tide pool he was sitting in front of, pointing to the small red crab. "I don't think I've ever seen a crab like that one before, is there anything you can tell me about it, matey?"

It took Shellington a second to spot the quick crab Kwazii was talking about, but when he did, he said "oh, that's a red rock crab, they're fairly common around here, but their speed and agility make them quite hard to catch." He crouched down next to Kwazii to get a better view of the crab making its escape, "hmm, what else? They're carnivores, which means they eat meat, and they typically eat other sea creatures that can be found around here like snails or, sometimes, even other crabs. Baby red rock crabs look very different from adults…" He trailed off, figuring that Kwazii probably didn't want to hear all this. When he stood again, he noticed Kwazii looking up at him almost expectantly, his ears perked up in anticipation.

Did he want to know more?

Shellington inwardly frowned, turning to walk away and go back to where he was doodling earlier, but something light and furry coiled around his leg.

From his spot by the volleyball area, Captain Barnacles watched the two boys with a smile. He had felt terrible for dismissing Shellington earlier, but when he went to find him to ask about the ghost crab, he saw the otter was standing over by Kwazii at the tide pool. He watched the two from then, holding back a small chuckle as he saw Kwazii's tail wrap around Shellington's leg when he turned to leave, and the shocked expression on Shellington's face when he looked down at his now trapped leg. Barnacles watched with curiosity, Kwazii now talking again.

"Is that all you've got, matey?" The cat spoke, trying not to smile at Shellington's reaction to his tail.

The sea otter was clearly flustered as he said, "oh, I didn't know you wanted to hear more." He scanned his brain for another fact about red rock crabs and recited it, thinking that would soothe Kwazii's curiosity, but the cat's tail stayed wrapped around his leg.

Shellington noticed that as the cat stared up at him, his pupil began to dilate a little, the beautiful emerald color of his eye being slowly absorbed by black. He also noticed that Kwazii was smiling before he looked back to the tide pool, a clawed finger pointing at a new creature.

"What about this one? What is it?"

Kwazii was pointing at a limpet, and Shellington told him so. "Limpets are herbivores, they eat different types of algae that grow in the tide pools, and some species can stay in one spot for really long periods of time while others move across the surfaces of rocks." He tried to think of another fact off the top of his head, "they're fairly common as well."

Kwazii nodded slightly as Shellington talked, his tail still not letting up. He searched the tide pool for a different creature. "And what about this one?"

"That's a sea slug," he hummed, and when Kwazii looked up at Shellington, his pupil even more dilated now, the sea otter smiled and recited a few facts about sea slugs.

Captain Barnacles caught on quickly to what Kwazii was doing, even though he could hardly hear what he was saying. He beamed with pride at his lieutenant, and watched as Shellington eventually sat down next to Kwazii, talking about creature after creature. "I'll talk to him later," Barnacles said quietly to himself, turning away from the boys to watch the volleyball game that started not too long ago.

Kwazii let Shellington talk his heart out, and every time he stopped, the cat found a new creature in the tide pool to ask him about. He smiled when Shellington sat down next to him, scooting closer and pointing at a bird flying above them.

When he ran out of creatures in the tide pool to ask about, Kwazii thought back to their recent missions, the ones where Shellington had tried to ramble about this creature or that, but because of time sensitivity, he got cut off. Kwazii asked him about some of those creatures, watching the otter's face light up at the opportunity. He shifted a little closer to Shellington and leaned his head against his shoulder, loving the way that Shellington brightened up as he talked. Kwazii hardly had a moment to speak, but he didn't mind. He could sit and listen for a while.

The cat eventually relaxed against Shellington's side, and as soon as he did, his purr sputtered to life. Quiet at first, but it grew louder as Shellington reached up to gently pet Kwazii's hair.

The otter glanced down, Kwazii shifting to lay less against his shoulder and more against his chest, his purr making Shellington relax too. He smiled down at the orange cat, curiously moving to pet one of the furry ears sticking up from his hair. They were as soft as they looked, and Shellington's smile brightened when Kwazii leaned into his touch, encouraging the taller of the two to keep petting him.

When Shellington finally ran out of things to talk about, Kwazii was practically in his lap, still purring away as Shellington played with his hair. The otter paused for a long moment, then, looking down at Kwazii, he softly said "thank you."

"Of course," was all Kwazii said, and the two fell into a comfortable almost silence, the only sounds around them being the waves hitting the sand and Kwazii's purring.

Final word count: 2,083

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2022. Day Four

"Videotape"

Ao3 FFN

Summary: In the cursed school of Casper High, a box is unearthed, within it, a ray of hope shines.

Crossover with the anime Another. Contains BIG, HEAVY spoilers for the anime, namely the origin of the curse, the way it works, and how to stop it. No actual character spoilers tho.

WARNING: For descriptions of death and murder. And some swearing.

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Transcript from the video found in an unmarked USB drive, sealed in a Ziploc bag and buried in a metal box next to Casper High's memorial.

The video starts by showing the face of a girl in her teen years, with black hair and violet eyes. Here eyeliner was smudged, running down her cheeks following the path of dry tears, her eyes are red.

GIRL: This is Sam Manson, second year Casper High student from class C.

Sam stops talking and purses her lips in a bitter smile.

SAM: Yeah, the cursed class. So you probably know how this is going to go.

She stands up and steps back from the camera, sitting down in what becomes clear is a classroom.

SAM: [Sigh] I- I'm recording this because- [Sob] because I can't really tell anyone what happened. What I did. Because they won't actually care; their memories already changed, and even now I can feel mine do the same.

SAM: Besides... I don't wanna face what I did. What it cost to break- to pause the curse.

She looks intensely at the camera.

SAM: So if you are watching this, if you went through the trouble of digging this up, it means you're desperate. And you have to be desperate enough to... to go through with it.

SAM sniffles and looks to the side.

SAM: I guess I should start from the very beginning, with how our curse started.

There is a pause, where SAM breathes in and slowly lets it out.

SAM: It all started twenty years ago, with a trio of friends. Jack, Maddie and Vlad. They were the best of friends, a trio of weird, unpopular kids that only each other liked. They were weirdly obsessed with death and ghosts —as in, "I'll study this when I grow up"—, so it's no wonder things ended up like they did.

She sighs heavily and rubs her face with both hands, tired.

SAM: There was an accident. They were working on a science project, I don't really know the details, but I think they were in their second year, right here in Casper. It went awfully bad, that thing blew up in Vlad's face, and I mean that literally, it exploded right in the moment Vlad was doing maintenance, it scarred his face, put him in a comma, and he died a few weeks later. Lancer —the professor that told this to us— had just started teaching when this happened, and he said that Vlad's death affected the whole school, specially his class, but the Fen- Jack and Maddie more than anyone. So much that they didn't even move on from the denial stage of grief.

The recording glitches for a second, but then goes on as if nothing.

SAM: They refused to accept their friend was dead, and pretended he was still there with them, going to classes, having lunch, hanging out... goes to show the need for therapy, but anyway. Lancer said, that the other students felt pity for them, or they disliked the way the school felt after Vlad died, but whatever the reason, soon the whole class had joined in, and pretended everything was alright, to the point that Lancer himself joined them.

SAM pauses for a second, looking tired, and sighs.

SAM: That's really fucked up, man. Nothing happened to them, that year or their next, but once their generation graduated and another one came in, the curse set in, and students or their relatives began dying. The reigning theory is that after the Vlad incident, our class was... marked... as one that welcomes the dead, and every year, there is a student that is a ghost, someone that died before classes started, but no one remembers... not even the ghost themselves. Reality gets warped, school records change, pictures, videos... honestly, I don't know if this thing will be complete or coherent when you find it. I sure hope so, for your sake; I'll put it in a... special container, in any case.

The video glitches again.

SAM: No one remembers who died, and that's the thing, not even Death remembers who died, so it kills us at random until it hits the mark.

There is bitterness in her voice and her lips curl up in a sneer.

SAM: Fucking idiot can't do its one fucking job right and we get fucked over for it.

There is a crash as something breaks off-camera, but SAM doesn't flinch, only glares towards it with the fury of a thousand suns, and after a moment where nothing happens, she continues.

SAM: And now comes the worst part, for me, at least. If you have been paying attention, you know where this is going. It sucked for me and it will suck for you.

SAM's eyes begin to water, and she takes deep breaths. She carries on.

SAM: The only way to... to pause the curse for your class, not to stop it, because a freshman died a few days ago, is by returning the dead to Death. You have to find out who is the ghost in your class, and kill them.

SAM's lips tremble, and her shoulders shake.

SAM: I know this because that's what I did, two weeks ago.

A tear runs down her cheek. The video glitches.

SAM: Our curse was getting worse; the deaths were happening more often, they were bloodier, and the "ignore one kid" method had stopped working when Mikey —our "kid—, died... we still don't know if that was because of the curse, or just another unfortunate death... we were running out of time, and had no more ideas, so we just tried our luck and went to this old church outside Elmerton. It's just a fucking tourist trap, but we needed anything to hope; fuck, I'm Jewish and I went anyway.

She closes and opens her fists where they rest in the hem of her skirt.

SAM: We were praying and shit, when Tucker —my friend who knows a lot about technology— said he had found a weird wifi signal, with a name he recognized, so we went to check it out...

SAM: That church we went to, it has this stupid statue of a Saint or something, and its eyes are supposed to shine really bright in a certain way when something divine happened- I don't know! But lo and be-fucking-hold, there was a fucking panel of control, connected to the lightning system in the statue and... and stuck there, was mister Lancer, choked by several cords, dead... we didn't know how he ended up like that, or when did he get separated from us, but there he was... we freaked out, Tucker ran to alert the others, and Danny- [Sob] our... our other friend, stayed behind with me. He wanted to get Lancer out of there, show respect for him. I told him we should just leave and run away... we started arguing, started yelling at each other... we were very fucking stressed, and taking out on each other, and when push came to shove—

SAM's voice breaks, and she starts crying openly now.

SAM: I pushed him! Right towards Lancer and that fucking hazard of a panel and- and it killed him! Electrocuted him to death...

SAM sobs, and tries to stop the flow of tears with her hands, but only smears more her eyeliner.

SAM: I killed Danny. I killed my best friend. And then I remembered, it wasn't the first time I had done that...

SAM: The summer before our freshman year, Danny's parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, had built this... thing, they wanted it to be a portal to the afterlife, they wanted to find ghosts, still. But it didn't work, because of course it didn't. So we went to check it out, because I wanted to. I convinced Danny to get inside it to take him a picture, and I don't know why or how... it turned on, with Danny inside. The portal electrocuted him to death, and I didn't remember until it happened again, until I killed him for a second time.

Tears keep running down her face, but SAM is no longer sobbing. She just has a resigned expression on her face as she stares off into the distance.

SAM: I ran to find Tucker, and found the class getting ready to go. Scared. I told him what had happened, how I killed Danny again but... he didn't remember. He only remembered Danny as some kid we used to hang out with when we were little, not as our best friend we had seen die on his basement, or the classmate that had been with us since our first year. So I took him to see his body... but it wasn't there anymore, only Lancer's.

SAM: He- he thinks I've gone crazy from everything, but I know I'm not because since that day, no one else has died, neither a student nor a relative. It's all as it should be... and I hate it.

SAM: So there you have it. To break the curse, you have to kill the extra student. No matter who it is... not matter how much they deserve to live... more than you, or your classmates. Look for someone with gaps in their memory, try finding any records... don't fall into panic... and try not to die.

SAM stands up tiredly and walks towards the camera, presumably to turn it off, but before she can reach it, the video glitches once again, and the dark figure of a boy with his whole body burnt and covered in Lichtenberg figures appears behind her, icy blue eyes staring right at her.

SAM's hand reaches the camera, and the video ends.

-

Holly fuck that’s probably the longest fic I’ve written yet. When I finally finish this (which will be in a long while) I’m probs gonna ask for someone to beta it so it’s better.

Some thoughts:

This portal is still a safety hazard and that’s why it kills Danny. It doesn’t actually work and that’s why Danny doesn’t come back. Danny died because Jazz’s was in the cursed class and Death got to him.

SPOILER: I had other ideas on how this could go down, with a counselor Vlad being the Another to parallel better the anime, and having the OG ghost back again. Or maybe Jazz.

Mikey did die in a normal, non-cursed way. It was a tragedy not only because he was so young, but because it unleashed the curse again.

Lancer died in that church in Elmerton even though they were outside Amity at the time because in my head, a long time ago Elmerton actually used to be part of Amity Park, but it became its own city/town at some point, but the curse doesn’t care.

Should I tag as ambiguous ending?

[monsterenergysimp]

Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader 

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you 

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.  

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

    shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

    i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

    NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats  super cool actually

    i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and       youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

    [link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

     No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

     I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?  

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

    xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

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Perseus X WOC Reader

Requested by: @gurlbye-1

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Many didn't know Perseus had a wife, unless he told you about her of course. Only his closest associates knew her. Yet she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. He has always kept his wedding ring on, but luckily the gloves he wore hid it well. By all means to protect her, because he knew the CIA would go after the very most prized treasure that captured his heart, his very own wife. Keeping her safe was the one thing he always had in his mind, which is why he would always protect her until the day he dies. The first time his eyes laid upon hers, he fell hard for her. He loved staring into those beautiful E/C of hers, she was eye-catching to say the least. He loved everything and every bit about her, her personality, her heart of gold, her beauty. Just about everything about Y/N, he loved dearly. Always holding her dear to his very heart. And he will never forget the first moment he met her.

It was the early 1960's, Perseus remembered it clearly as rain. Yet then again how could he ever forget it? Perseus was visiting Cuba for business reasons. He wouldn't spend no more than a couple of days there, before he would then cease to vanish again like the ghost he was. Just as he finished a meeting with one of the Cartels, he was walking back to his safehouse before someone caught his eye. 

Perseus' eyes immediately laid on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, the one thing pondered immediately in his mind was: "Where have you been in all my life?" The sun shining upon her beautiful skin, how it glistened against her eyes, he just couldn't help but stare at her very own beauty. She was like a goddess, like Aphrodite herself. He found the courage to approach her, he didn't want to scare her or intimidate her in the slightest. He hoped to csrfh her heart, like she did to his. 

"Excuse me miss, I don't mean to intrude you.  I can't help but notice you…You look beautiful today. What's your name?" Perseus asked her. 

Y/N noticed earlier on much before it was a lovely day today, and since the day was so beautiful. She thought it was best to go out, and enjoy the sunshine for a couple of hours. Turning to see Perseus staying by her side, a simple smile formed upon her features. "Oh hello sir, thank you… That's kind of you… My name is Y/N, and yours?" She asked him.

"My name is Perseus Y/N, It's nice to meet you. And it's a beautiful name." Perseus introduced himself, and gently took her hand so he could place a gentle kiss upon it before letting go of her hand gently, setting his eyes back on her. 

"Perseus, that's a nice name. And thank you, my mother gave me that name. It has a lot of meaning to it." Y/N replied back to him, a soft smile wss upon her features.

"Do I have the honour in taking you out for some lunch? It's a beautiful day out, and maybe some lunch in the sun would be nice after all." Perseus offered to her, deep down hoping she would say yes. But even if she didn't want to, he would respect that either way.

"Of course, I would love to. I was actually thinking about getting some lunch myself. Well then Perseus, where would you like to go for lunch?" Y/N asked him.

"Wherever you wish to go Y/N, and the lunch is on me. You don't have to worry about it. I am a gentleman after all." Perseus assured her, extending his arm to her so she could take it; Gallantly, he was still a gentleman at heart and wanted to spoil her. Watching Y/N take his arm, and the two set off together.

It was those simple words Perseus said to her, started out as something much more. From a simple friendship, before it engraved to something more, it was love. Perseus fell hard for her, and he never expected to ever fall in love. But he did, he was head over heels for her. But he never revealed it to anyone else, for fear that they may go after her. 

 But as the months went by, Perseus just couldn't hide his feelings anymore. He wasn't oblivious to his own feelings by all means, he did mention now and then what his work was like. However he didn't exactly go into detail, Y/N was aware of course it was the usual dangerous type of work. The one's here you would risk your life for anything. It was one of the days where he paid her a visit, since Cuba was his gateway of getting connections, supplies, and neighbours to Russia in the Soviet Terms. He was able to see her.

The two were having a Picnic by the sea.The seaside was a good way to relax, take in the fresh air and to enjoy being by the sea in general. They had a few sandwiches, and nice cool drinks beside them as they relaxed.

"Perseus? Are you feeling alright? I hope you're not getting sick …" Y/N spoke and looked over to him with worry. 

"Yes of course I'm feeling ok, you don't need to worry about me Y/N. I'm feeling just fine, I appreciate your worries though." Perseus assured her, giving her a slight smile. With a moment of silence, he hesitated to even tell her. Alas despite him wanting too, he could no longer hide it all. "...Y/N may I tell you something?"

"Of course Perseus what is it? You can always tell me anything, whatever you say ti me. I won't tell another soul." Y/N turned to look at him.

"Well… This has been on my mind, for a while actually. Truthfully, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, your beauty shone brighter than the sun itself… And you caught my heart, even tamed it too..." Perseus said to her, before he could even ramble any longer he then gently took her hands, clearing his throat. "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He finally asked her.

Y/N listened to him and was taken back by how sudden straightforward Perseus was, but the love in her eyes was so clear. She then held onto his hands, smiling at him. "Yes of course, I'll be your girlfriend Perseus." She replied happily.

Perseus knew clearly now that this relationship was getting serious, he and Y/N didn't want to rush too quickly. So he understood well if she ever wanted to take the relationship slow, yet he loved showering her with gifts, affection, taking her out for dinner. Whatever Y/N desired, he would get it. Even if it was the whole world. He would get it for her in a heartbeat. 

He even had the chance to meet her parents, he made a good impression of himself. And a good liar at best, to not fully say what he actually had done for a living. He did make a good impression of himself, which was all the best. And so him and Y/N happily remained together , with no problems at all After a year and a half of being together, making many memories, the laughter, the tears, it all would make up together in the end. Respectfully Perseus approached Y/N's father for permission to marry her, he was glad to get a Yes.

Perseus planned the day where he took Y/N out, treating her to a nice lunch. Taking a nice walk together after, then dinner and of course taking her up the mountains where they could gaze up at the stars and admire the beautiful view.

"Y/N? There is also something else that I would want to show you…" Persues said to her, before keeping the small box in his hands. And of course his hands were behind his back, smiling softly at her.

"What are you up to now? You know I love your little surprises, but they also make me curious." Y/N would say with a smile, walking over to him eager to know what he was going to surprise her with.

"My heart yearns for you Y/N, you're the most beautiful woman I have laid my eyes on. You're like an angel, sent from the heavens. And I always like having my eyes on the prize so …" Perseus got on one knee, and revealed the box before her. And as he opened it was a beautiful diamond ring. "Y/N… Will you Marry me?"

Y/N gasped and covered her mouth, the tears nearly forming in her eyes. These were happy tears, the tears of joy. The overwhelming feeling of happiness surged through her. "Yes! Yes! I will Marry you." She said happily, immediately hugging him ever so tightly.

Perseus felt overwhelmed with such happiness, the smile had never left his face. He wrapped his arms around Y/N tightly, kissing her cheek before he would finally pull away and placing the ring upon her finger. Looking back up at her lovingly, as he said softly. "You are my diamond, and you shine like anything Rybka…" He kissed her tenderly.

Shortly after they arranged an engagement party for those who were invited, to tell you the truth Perseus had felt anxious. He loved Y/N so much, he didn't want anything to happen to her. There he made a vow to himself, that he would protect her with his very life. Even if he dies while doing so, to ensure she would be safe and sound. Because that's all that ever meant to him, he would make Y/N the happiest woman in the world.

A year and a half later, the two got married together. The wedding had many people there, including Y/N's family, Perseus' close associates, and whoever he called family were there too; the food, drinks, and entertainment were extravagant. The first dance together touched Perseus; It made him emotional, happy that he could spend the rest of his life with her.

Around 1971, Perseus adopted Elvira Wolff. The reason being he knew what was going on in the household that she resided in, and sought to get her out of there. Even if it meant killing off his closest associate … Dietrich Wolff, he couldn't wait to introduce Elvira to Y/N, she needed a mother. And he knew the two would get along together, and with that… Persues could finally call himself a family man. Even if he had never seen himself as one.

"Elvira, this is Y/N… She will be your new mother, and just as I will be your father… We'll take care of you. Soon, you won't be afraid anymore." Perseus knelt down to talk to Elvira, she noticed how scared she was. It gave him and Y/N all the confidence to help her.

Y/N smiled at Elvira, she was such a cute child. And so innocent too, it was so clear in the young girl's eyes. When Perseus told her what happened to her, it broke her heart… And so she opened her arms to the young girl. "It's ok to be scared sometimes, weew here for you." She assured Elvira. 

Elvira eventually went into Y/N's arms, to not scare her even more. She just gave her a light warm hug, but how the little girl hugged her tightly. Gradually Y/N's hug tightened a little too. They were finally a family.

In 1981, Elvira was around 18 years old and started working for Perseus. Determined to be like him, and the man being so proud of his daughter. And how hard she worked, along the years too. Easily she earned her seat at the big table with the other associates. But the utter jealousy of Arash, in turn, shot her out of jealousy at the Trabzon Airfield. At the time Russell Adler, Alex Mason and Frank Woods were there to eliminate him. After they got Quasim first, when the Airfield was left in utter ruins and Arash dead. The trio searched for any survivors that were left.

Adler approached the car that Arash got out of, seeing a figure in there. They didn't seem to be moving, however when he opened the car door. He saw her breathing just a little. The gunshot was fatal, but she held on. "We got a live one here!" He called out to Mason and Woods, who approached over. 

Adler searched in her pockets for any guns or weapons that she had possession; She only had a 1911 Pistol with her, and a file that was resting upon her lap. In her pocket of her jacket, Adler caught on a piece of paper that he pulled out.

"What should we do with her?" Mason asked his head tiling in to see Elvira still in the car, she didn't seem coherent. So even she didn't know what was going on.

Adler stared down at the photo, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was a photo of Perseus, Y/N and Elvira. Clenching his jaw, he then turned to Woods and Mason who was quietly waiting for the orders, they knew they were going to hear anyhow. "We'll take her in for interrogation." 

That was the last time Perseus had ever heard of his little Elvira, both him and Y/N distraught as ever. But their luck changed in the long run… When Perseus found Elvira again, at the cliffs of Solovetsky.

[encrucijada]

DISASTERS TO SLEEP THROUGH by ester cuervos

✶ genre: low fantasy, cosmic horror maybe?? ✶ category: adult ✶ pov: first person referral (marilú as “i”, cruz as “you”) ✶ inspired entirely by this, cartoon saloon’s song of the sea but make it dark and gritty??, also taking inspiration from over the garden wall for the tone, unhinged women all around, set in 1986 just because, let us ignore the technicalities of running a lighthouse, i think this is magical realism but i’m unsure ✶ cw: thalassophobia, body horror, emotional manipulation, mental illness ✶ themes: loneliness, family, fear of the unknown, co-existing with the unknown ✶ tone: eerie, isolated, apprehensive, cutting, blue hour

a b o u t : marilú is a lighthouse keeper, has been for almost a decade now. she could count the people she talks to with one hand, one of those being her older sister galatea. the only consistent company she’s had are her dreams and the creatures of the ocean, shadows under the water, sirens on the rocks. when dealing with her divorce, galatea leaves her daughter cruz with marilú until the matter is resolved. to spare cruz from getting hurt or scared, marilú tries to keep her asleep until galatea comes back.

c h a r a c t e r s :

✶ marilú. a nonbinary aro/ace because i like to live vicariously through my ocs. spends more time with creatures than humans so she has lost all her communication and social skills. “do as i say not as i do.” weird girls simply grow to be weird adults. good intentions but bad execution.

✶ galatea. voted less likely to get caught committing a crime. energy of a sophisticated lady wearing a wide-rim hat tied with lace under her chin, having lunch on a balcony in the mediterranean. suffering from older daughter syndrome. gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

✶ cruz. hard of hearing (wears hearing aids). inspired by lyra silvertongue from his dark materials. bratty and feral the way only little girls manage to be. more like her aunt than she apparently realises. hasn’t had a near death experience yet so feels invincible.

aesthetic: stark white lighthouse on a rocky island, a dark blue ocean and a grey sky, houses so close to the water they get touched by the waves, flickering light bulbs, raindrops on windows refracting light, water so cold it numbs your hands when you wash them, charcoal drawings that make no sense, old music boxes, old plush toys with not nearly enough stuffing, something scurrying within the walls, grainy shows on a box television set, the chill of blue hour, the feeling of minuscule insignificance, a beach of rocks and grey-brown sand, phone static cutting through words, cheap plastic signs of corner stores and restaurants lit from within, driving along a long bridge over the water, a massive figure from the ocean depth, the crushing feeling of loneliness, so many thoughts you can’t breathe

playlist: before we drift away / nothing but thieves ; doing the right thing / daughter ; deep water / american authors ; the lighthouse / halsey ; hiding in the blue / thefatrat ft. riell ; my mother told me / nati dredd ; deep end / ruelle ; arsonist’s lullabye / hozier ; made of stone / daughter ; we must be killers / mikky ekko ; bedtime / annie eve ; sleep / the last bison ; shallows / daughter ; city lights / the hollow man ; black water / of monsters and men ; sirens / fleurie ; you / keaton henson ; neon brother / nothing but thieves ; winter / daughter ; home / daughter ; the weight / amber run ; the ghost on the shore / lord huron ; the unwanted animal / the amazing devil ;

[secondhand-trash]

40°C

Kinktober 2020 — onsen (hot spring)

A/N: this is how I compremise not being able to travel because of the pandemic and it is by writing about having sex with fictional man in holiday spots...

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Description: Kuroo managed to win you both a hot sprint vacation from a lottery with his dumb luck and he intended to make the most out of it.

Warning: outdoor sex, hot spring/hot tub sex, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word count: 3858

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It was a commonly known fact that mall lucky draws were scams made to subtly convince you to spend money in order to get more draws only to go home with a dozen of packet tissues that were not even a tenth of the value of all the money you spent.

That, was exactly why your boyfriend had not shut up about it ever since he somehow managed to draw out the supposedly non-existing grand prize.

“I still can’t believe your dumb luck...” you muttered, pulling the luggage behind you with your arms linked with Kuroo’s along the long corridor with the hotel staff leading in the front. 

There was a time when you too would be tricked by the array of prizes listed out by the mall only to go home with low-quality tissues that would tear in half the moment you try to pull them out. You had since given up on the dim chance that you might win anything remotely valuable. It just so happened that you could redeem a single draw from the booth with your lunch receipt and Kuroo said he had never tried it before in his last 20 something years of life so you decided that it couldn’t hurt.

The last thing you expected was for a small red ball to fall down from the drawing box and the staff at the booth clapped while the passerbys who looked on gasped.

“Congratulations! You won the grand prize of a two-person one night stay at an onsen hotel!”

You blinked, turning to your side to see Kuroo who looked like he could not register what was going on much like you.

He must have stolen away all your lottery luck, that must be it.

Kuroo sniggered, taking your luggage in hand and bending down so that he would be at your eye level before wiggling his eyebrows. “What can I say?” he mused, “I guess the universe just likes me a little bit more than it does everyone else.”

His howled in laughter when you hit him on the arms, very dramatically shielding his face from you. He was still heaving with a crooked smile on his face when you pulled away with an eye roll, swinging one arm around your shoulder before pulling you close as you stopped in front of your suite for the night. 

“But much thanks to me, we now get to go on a nice hot spring vacation so don’t act like you didn’t get anything out of it.” he winked with his hand on the knob of the door, pushing it open with a swing before dramatically stepping to the side and extending his arm outwards with the other one folded in front of his chest. You grinned, clicking your tongue when he bowed with a loop-sided smile, “After you.”

You would have played along with his antics if the view of the suite didn’t completely take over your attention. You couldn’t help but gasp when you walk into the washitsu, kicking your shoes off before stepping onto the tatami. The soft light was filtered in from behind the shouji. You pushed open the slid doors with one swift motion and was immediately embraced by the smell of sulfur mixed into the steam raising from the onsen. The hotel was equipped with a large communal bath of course, but the private hot spring in the patio of your suite that was lined with rocks and hot steam rising into thin air until it melted with the mountains it faced towards looked straight out of a painting.

Kuroo plopped the luggage to the side, languishly checking the shelves behind the sliding doors to check if the towels and blankets were all in there before joining you by your side in staring out into the view.

He whistled, the soft tune looping on his puckered lips as he looked over your shoulder. His arms crept around your waist, pulling you close to his chest before leaning on your shoulder. You could feel his mouth widening when he spoke, “Ooo... I can’t wait to get steamy with you in this bath later...”

“Hm,” you hummed, “thinking about seeing me naked already?”

He licked his lips, dropping his voice as he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, “Anytime...”

“Well, you better stop thinking of that because I want to go check out what else we could do here,” you laughed when he gave you a pout, linking your arm with his before pulling him towards the door.

You were grinning ear to ear, leaning up to give him a quick peck and watch as his pout dissolved into a smile that matched yours.

“Promise you’ll get to see plenty of that later if you keep me entertained enough.”

“Challenge accepted.”

-

You clutched the towel close to your body as you dipped your toes in, retracting almost immediately when you felt how hot the water was. Slowly sliding down bit by bit, the white towel dropped onto the side as you finally submerged into the spring completely. 

“Urh...”

A content groan left your lips the moment your body was under the hot water. For a second, you felt blood rushing up to your brain at the sudden increase in body temperature until you slowly adjusted to the warmth. Your chest heaved as your breathing got heavier, the moisture of the steam entering your nasal with each inhale. Rolling your neck, you leaned back on the step until the rocks were against your back, feeling the soreness in your muscles from walking around all day slowly easing away from the heat. The spring water was a bit cloudy and when you lifted your hand up to watch it seep from between your fingers, it left a slightly clammy feeling on your skin. Each move of your limbs under the water made it shimmer on the front, the gentle light reflecting off of it under the now dark sky.

Despite being embraced by hot water, shivers rose on your skin when you something brushing against your earlobe from behind.

“Getting started without me?”

Kuroo’s voice was ow in your ear, a hint of amusement dripping off each syllable rolled off of his tongue as he spoke. His lips trailed down your ear, ghosting over the pounding pulse point much like the flowing water surface that tickled your skin. He pulled back right at the blade of your shoulder, chuckling softly when he heard the whimper that you couldn’t hold back fast enough. 

The sound of his laughs as you let out a grumbled “tsk” filled your ears together with the sound of fabrics ruffling. He shed the thin yukata hanging off his shoulder with a swift pull of his belt, the clothe falling around him with a thump. He made the show to walk all the way over to the opposite end of the bath, a towel hanging loosely on his hips as he walked with his shoulders pulled back.

What a diva. You huffed to yourself as he flexed his arms while pulling the towel off his waist, seeming to enjoy the attention you paid him as he got into the water. You would not fuel his agenda any further, but there was no denying that he looked particularly delicious surrounded by the clouds of steam and his toned chest rising and falling as he tilted his head back.

He let out a very graphic moan as he accustomed to the heat, his face now dusted with a slight tint of red as the steam fanned across his face. He smirked when he dropped his head back down to find your eyes on him, pulling his arms back until he had his elbows propped on the rocky edges of the bath. You did not need to see below the water to know that he was shamelessly sitting with his legs wide, the sharp lines of his biceps very permanent under the light.

“What are you doing sitting so far away?” he said, raising his hand lazily and beckoning you to go closer.

You shook your head with a smile, “Said the one who got all the way to the furthest spot just to parade around.”

“You liked it,” he replied, very much so in the mood to tease with his smile never once dropping. You could be together for a week or a year and he would still find ways to make everything fun. He did nothing to hide the way his eyes raked through your glowing skin above water, licking his lips a little. “besides, you did promise I’ll get to see a lot of you if I behave today.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned forward, practically purring as he tilted his head, “And I had been good all day long, didn’t I?”

You hid the effect that the gravel of his voice and the glimmer in his eyes had on you with a smirk of your own. You swayed your head to the side, looking away like you were pretending to think before getting up with a mocked click of your tongue. “So persistent.” 

You made sure to sway your hips a little as you paced towards him, the contrast of the cold air on your warm skin making you all the more sensitive. He licked his lips, looking your naked form up and down. Water rolled off from your chest all the way down the side of your thighs and your skin looked so supple from the glow of the moisture. The buds on the peaks of your tits perked up from the cold air and you gave him a soft flick on the forehead for his shameless staring before sitting down.

Before you could even shift over, he pulled you onto his lap with his hand on your forearm. You let out a soft gasp, chuckling as the vibration from the back of his chest tickled your skin when he hummed. He was pressed up against you, each sharp edge and turn of his toned torso rippling on your back as he moved his legs to accommodate you. He snaked his arms right below your breast, feeling the swell on his arms as he leaned you back until you were laying on his chest.

Your scalp tingled at how the temperature of the hot sprint was just right to melt away all the knots you got on your battered body from daily life, now all the more obvious with the warmth radiating off his body added to the mix. He drummed a steady and soft rhythm at the side of your hips with his index finger, the tempo subtly matching with the distant chirping of cicadas from the mountains far away.

“This is nice..” your voice dragged out of your throat as a hoarse whisper. You shifted on his lap, sliding down so that more of your body could be covered by the water.

“Hm...” he hummed, the same finger that was tapping against your hips now trailing along your thigh. 

Your muscles clenched when his legs clamped at the sides of your body, his arm pulling you back until you felt something poking right above your ass.

“Someone’s getting ahead of themselves...” you mused, bring your hand up until it reached the back of his head. The position allowed him the prime access to your neck, and a silent sigh fell from your lips when he leaned down to lick at the soft skin.

“I have no idea what you are talking about...” 

He nibbled at where your neck met your shoulder. You threw your head back against him at the ministration, another wave of warmth going straight to your core when he groped the soft flesh of your thigh. You clenched unconsciously when he parted your legs, hooking them onto his thigh until your limbs tangled together. It left you feeling exposed even though you still had the cover of the water flowing around you, confusing your blood-rushed brain if the fire burning up in the pit of your stomach was from the warm currents or his fingers inching dangerously close to your sex.

You whimpered at the first stroke of the calloused pad of his finger along your folds, the feeling of wetness gathering evident even though you were under water. 

“Quite amazing how I can feel you getting wetter and wetter by the second,” he pressed a few light kisses along your shoulder, his hand going up to cup your breast as the other continued to stroke along your slit.

His breath hitched when you rolled your hips back, feeling a little bit hazy with the blood that was rushing down. Was his heart beating like that because he had been in the hot spring for far too long or was it the way you were almost eager to grind against his erection? He wasn’t sure, not that he cared at all with you gripping onto his arm like that. 

“Tetsu-” you moaned when he eased his middle finger inside of you, the feeling of your walls stretching out had you arching back off of him and pushing your ass against him even more. You could feel his cock right between your cheeks, rubbing on your back even at the slightest shift. a soft whine slipped past your lips when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, his palms not being gentle on you at all as he groped at the soft flesh. Your skin felt slippery with the water gliding off your skin, making it easier for his hand to roam along your curves.

He pumped his digits in and out of you after slyly adding in another finger, scissoring them inside of your tight walls as he gripped onto your hips, guiding you to grind against him. You could hear the water splashing around as he got faster, flicking his wrist and pushing deep inside of you. You moved in sync with him, almost riding his fingers as your breathing got rapidly heavier. 

Gripping onto his arm for leverage, you felt it flex under your touch with each push and pull of his hand. His heart was pounding in his chest and you could feel each jump on your back. He was aching hard against you, his lower stomach tightening every time your hips pressed down and amping up the friction on him. 

“Hu- ah!”

Even moaning was difficult when your senses went into an overdrive from how your blood was pumping through your veins from the heat and each arch of his fingers inside of you. 

“Keep that up and I’ll blow your back before even getting in you,” he let out a choked chuckle, his hand gripping your jaw before tilting you up to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss. His palm was burning from the hot water, and the heat melted into yours until you could feel it at the tip of your ears.

His chuckle turned into a full body laugh when you weakly slapped his arm and he jerked it forward in retaliation, ripping a loud moan from the back of your throat.

“You’re so fucking cute when you try to be annoyed but your cunt is clamping down on me...” 

The sudden emptiness when he pulled away without warning had your body shuddering as the drop caught up, the aftershock of his fingers plunging deep inside of you reaching to the tip of your toes. You gasped when he lifted you up by the arms, his hand holding onto your by your stomach as he put you onto the rocky step with your chest pressing against the cold surface of the side of the bath. The sudden chill had you hissing as your nipples rubbed against the slippery rock, your hands clawing at it for leverage to no avail. 

 The water was barely to the level of the small of your back as he pushed your hips back, shoving his knee between your legs to keep them spread wide apart for him. Every hair on your back rose up when he ran his palm down your spine, gripping the soft flesh of your hips as he parted the two mounds beneath the water. Your body surged forward when he hilted in you with one swift motion and the rock you were pressed up against slowly took up your heat as every wire in your system burned from the stretch.

It was the sound of skin slapping against skin and water furiously splashing around that you heard when he dug his fingers onto your sides and rolling his hips. Your legs trembled under the pleasure, your moans and the slurred syllables of his name reached his ears in a muffled whimper. Each push and pull of his cock inside of you had the water washing up against you, leaving a delicious glow on your skin as droplets of water rolled off your curves. He could see each clench of your muscles, the subtle swell of your ass barely visible when the water moved around, the dip of your spine permanent as you arched your back to take him in deeper.

He felt his grip on you loosening up with the clamminess left on your skin by the spring and he latched onto you as a result, the pain of his nails digging into your skin had your scalp numbing as his tip nudged against the spongy spot inside you with each plow. 

The tip of your fingers burned from the roughness of the rock you were desperately scratching down on. Kuroo was loud behind you, not bothering to hold back on his groans whenever you clenched around him. His pornographic grunts echoed in your ear before melting into the streams of steam and disappearing into the mountains you were surrounded up. You hoped people in the suites next to yours weren’t out in their bath right now, or else there was no way they wouldn’t be able to guess what you two were up to.

His thrusts got sloppier and your breath hitched when he fisted your hair in hand, bringing your head up with a tuck at your scalp. Your hands were pressed flat in front of you to prop your shaking body up in struggle. His lips swallowed the loud sigh you let out as a warmth much unlike the water flowing around you filled your core, his cock throbbing inside of you as he locked your mouth with his in an open-mouthed kiss. He kept you there as he continued his thrusts, his cum trailing down from where your bodies connected, every snap of his hips pushing more of the sticky substance out of you.

His hand fumbled to run down your legs before dipping in between your thighs. A brush of his finger against your clit had you mewling at the sudden sparks that ran down your spine before your voice was taken over by your pants as he rubbed and flicked the sensitive bud in his fingers. His length was still inside of you, feeling slick with your arousal and his cum coating around it. The fist in the pit of your stomach curled and uncurled, making your eyes rolled back as the weight built up.

“Close- I’m close...”

“Yeah, you’re close?” He purred, gulping when he felt your pussy fluttering around him as you hung by the edge, “then let go. Go on... that’s it- hmph- that’s it...”

He held you close as you tipped over the edge, feeling your chest healed beneath his palm. You whimpered when he gave a few more thrust, letting you rode out your high before pulling out his half-hard cock.

For a second, you two just stayed right where you were. The air returning to silence as nothing but soft pants and the serene night lingered with the steam. You leaned back against him when he dipped to press a few pecks on the back of your neck, his biceps contracting around your waist before his arms dropped.

The sudden lack of a spot to plant your feet down had you gasping in shock, your hands clinging to grip onto his arms that now hooked under your knees.

Water splattered when he got up with you in his arms, the cold of night chills against your wet skin made you curled up against his chest. Each step he took was careful, his feet planted on the floor from the moisture on the ground. Dark marks of water trailed behind him, damping the weaved tatami of the room when he dropped you on your back.

He was perched on you in an instant, his skin being the only source of warmth you could get as he pressed up against you.

The glint in his eyes was like the silver rings rippling one the water as he looked at your flushed face, licking his lips before his eyes started wandering on your naked form again.

“We should make the most out of tonight, don’t you think?”

-

You rolled out of the bedding the next day with a sharp cramp from your waist all the way down to your legs.

“People go to onsen holidays to ease cramps not cause them,” you muttered accusingly at your boyfriend who sat cross legged behind you with a cheeky grin on his face while he massaged your back.

“Not my fault you look so good being wet,” his laugh was wolfish when you turned around to stare daggers at him. 

“How am I supposed to walk like this?” you exclaimed, hissing in pain when he pressed down on a particularly sore spot on your side. 

“His palm was warm on your skin, going up and down your back as he lightly kneaded on the knots on your shoulder. You shuddered when his hands slowly found their way into the opened collar of your yukata, getting very misbehaved with his wandering hands.

“Since we’re not going anywhere anyways...” his voice was sweet in your ear, slowly pulling the fabric wider and wider until it was barely covering your mounds, “how about we just stay here?”

You blamed your own receptiveness when you felt his warm hands cupping your tits, the two buds hardening up under his touch. Leaning back against his chest, you paused and looked up for a second before turning to meet his smiling eyes.

“Are you planning to carry all the luggage on your own when we check out?”

“You say it like you aren’t planning to make me do it either way.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, his hand peeling the yukata off your shoulders already.

You hummed, feeling goosebumps on your skin as the morning sunshine filtered through the paper window and warming you up.

“You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

“Of course,” he winked, spinning you around to face him and wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up with a smile, feeling his lips ghosted against yours.

“The universe gave me the best luck when they brought you to me.”