#fruity loop crack

[darksturnz]

ECHOES OF LIGHT

CONTENTS:・fluff-heavy plot ・ star!reader ・fruity behavior again・bambi!madison・mentions of church (kinda not really!) ・substance use + more WC: 3K

no like you have to listen to this one AFTER the italics😿

The trailer door slammed open, the echo of the impact rattling the thin walls of the small space. Danny stumbled inside, the weight of the late hour and too much cheap whiskey heavy on his every movement. His boots dragged across the floor, leaving scuff marks in their wake as he muttered curses under his breath. The stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes clung to him, mixing with the oppressive silence of the trailer—a silence that seemed to amplify the weight of his bubbling anger.

He scanned the dimly lit kitchen, his bloodshot eyes catching on the empty countertop and the unlit stove. No dinner, no Star. His jaw clenched, the frustration blooming into full-blown rage as he kicked the side of a chair, the clatter breaking the quiet. “Ungrateful little shit,” he hissed, slurring the words together. “Can’t even do the basics, can she? Out runnin’ around like she’s got no damn responsibilities.”

He staggered toward the hallway, the flickering bulb above casting uneven light on the worn floorboards. His movements were uneven, his balance precarious as his shoulder bumped against the wall. “Don’t give a damn about no one but herself,” he muttered, a sneer twisting his face. Each step closer to Star’s room fed the fire of his anger, his mind already crafting a list of her supposed failures.

When he reached her door, he shoved it open without knocking, the old hinges creaking in protest. The sight inside gave him pause—not for long, but long enough to let a flicker of something other than anger cross his features. The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the trailer, a small sanctuary filled with the scent of plums and mango. It was uniquely hers, a blend of moody, dark tones with tiny sentimental touches. Posters covered the walls, and string lights looped around the ceiling. The little glowing stars they had stuck up there years ago still clung stubbornly to the surface, a faint reminder of a time long past.

Danny’s gaze lingered on the stars for a moment, his mind flicking to Grace and the hours they had spent arguing over how to get them to stick just right. The memory was a brief, unwelcome intrusion, and he shook it off, his anger swallowing the nostalgia whole.

“Think you’re better than me, huh? Better than this place?” he spat under his breath, as if Star were standing there to hear him. The bitterness in his voice reverberated off the walls as he began rifling through her belongings. His hands were rough, careless, pulling at her clothes, shoving items aside without purpose. He wasn’t looking for anything—he just wanted to disrupt, to vent his frustration in the only way he knew how.

His attention shifted to the window, cracked open slightly to let in the crisp night air. He stumbled toward it, muttering under his breath. “Fucking idiot,” he grumbled, slamming it shut with a loud thud that shook the frame. “Heating bill’s gonna be through the roof. S’not like she gives a damn.”

In his drunken clumsiness, his knee collided with the edge of the dresser. A loud thud echoed in the room as a small pile of items tumbled to the floor—a jewelry dish, a couple of notebooks, and a folded piece of paper. The drawing Chris had left the night before fluttered down, light as a feather, sliding behind the dresser and disappearing into the shadows.

Danny barely noticed, too preoccupied with his own muttered complaints. Satisfied with the misplaced tirade, he turned and stumbled out, slamming the door behind him. The once-cozy sanctuary was left in disarray—Star’s belongings scattered, the scent of mango and plum now mixed with the stale air of his intrusion.

The trailer fell silent again, the chaos he’d left behind a stark contrast to the stillness. And the drawing, a quiet plea folded into a forgotten piece of paper, lay hidden in the dark, waiting to be found.

Madison sat cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, a clutter of makeup brushes and compacts scattered around her. The warm golden glow from the lamp on her dresser cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the soft ivory of her sweater and the plaid skirt she’d carefully chosen earlier. Her Bible sat forgotten on the bed next to a notebook filled with scribbled notes for church meetings. Tonight wasn’t about scripture or planning; it was about showing up, looking presentable, and being the dutiful daughter of Pine View’s sheriff and mayor.

Star, on the other hand, was sprawled on Madison’s window seat, her back against the wall, one leg pulled up while the other dangled lazily. She held a well-worn copy of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Path in one hand, the pages dog-eared and smudged with fingerprints. In her other hand, a joint rested loosely between her fingers, the smoke curling upward and drifting out the cracked window. The faint hum of cicadas filtered in, blending with the low music playing from Madison’s Bluetooth speaker.

“I hate everything I brought,” Star muttered, not looking up from her book as she exhaled a lazy plume of smoke. The words were heavy with frustration, and Madison glanced at her through the mirror, biting back a smile.

“You’ve said that about six times now, check my closet” Madison replied, carefully brushing blush onto her cheeks. She tried to keep her tone light, but the corners of her lips twitched. Watching Star pout and grumble was always strangely endearing.

Star finally lowered the book, tossing it onto the seat beside her before swinging her legs over and standing. She stretched, her hoodie riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of skin, and Madison’s brush faltered for a moment. She swallowed hard and forced herself to refocus on her reflection, even as her gaze darted back to Star through the mirror.

“You don’t get it,” Star said, pulling her hoodie over her head in one fluid motion. She stood there in her sports bra and jeans, her hair a wild mess from the sweater. “Everything I own is either too dark, too tight, or too depressing for whatever this church thing is supposed to be.”

Madison tried to respond, but the words caught in her throat. Her hands stilled on her makeup brush as her eyes lingered on Star’s reflection. The soft curve of her shoulders, the faint shadows of her collarbones, the way her hair tumbled down in uneven waves—it was all so… distracting. Madison’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked down, pretending to fidget with her lipstick.

“Not sure why I care,” Star continued, oblivious to Madison’s sudden discomfort. She rifled through Madison’s closet, her movements sharp and frustrated. “S’not like anyone’s gonna say anything.”

“I’ll notice,” Madison said before she could stop herself. Her voice was quiet, almost too soft to be heard, and she felt a flicker of panic as soon as the words left her mouth. She quickly added, “And for the record, you look good in anything.”

Star glanced over her shoulder, a grin tugging at her lips. “That’s cute, Mads, but not very helpful.” She pulled out a black cardigan dress and held it up to her body. “What about this? Or is it too funeral-y?”

Madison turned her attention back to the mirror, pretending to focus on her eyeliner. But when she saw Star holding the dress in the reflection, her breath hitched. The soft black fabric hugged Star’s figure perfectly, and Madison’s stomach flipped in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

“S’perfect,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She hoped Star wouldn’t notice the faint tremor in her words.

Star grinned, tossing the dress onto the bed before turning back to the closet to grab her boots. Madison let out a quiet sigh of relief, her hands trembling slightly as she capped her eyeliner. She told herself it was nothing—just a passing thought, a moment of admiration for her best friend. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t that simple.

The church courtyard was strung with soft yellow lights, the glow illuminating the clusters of townsfolk mingling beneath them. Tables were set up with trays of cookies and cupcakes, and a small speaker played country music in the background. It was a modest event, but the kind of thing Pine View thrived on—simple, familiar, and filled with faces that all knew each other.

Madison’s parents were already in the thick of it, her father shaking hands with other men in uniform while her mother chatted with the local pastor. Madison and Star slipped in quietly, doing their best to avoid drawing too much attention.

“This is… a lot,” Star muttered, sticking close to Madison’s side. Her black cardigan dress and platform boots made her stand out among the sea of pastel dresses and khaki slacks, but Madison thought she looked perfect.

“It’s not so bad,” Madison said, though she could feel the tension in Star’s posture. “We’ll just grab some cupcakes, pretend to care about small talk, and then bail.”

Star’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Sounds like a plan.”

They wandered to the dessert table, where Star immediately grabbed one of the cupcakes and made a face. “This tastes like disappointment.”

Madison laughed, the sound light and genuine. “It’s made by the church ladies. What did you expect?”

After an hour of obligatory small talk and polite smiles, Star tugged on Madison’s sleeve. “Y’wanna ditch?”

Madison hesitated, glancing around the courtyard. But when she saw the hopeful glint in Star’s eyes, she relented. “Fine. But only for a little while.”

Star grinned and led the way to the small garden behind the church. The space was quiet and dimly lit, the string lights from the courtyard casting faint shadows across the benches and flowerbeds. Star flopped onto one of the benches, pulling a fresh joint from her bag and lighting it with practiced ease.

“You’re crazy,” Madison said, sitting beside her. “We’re at a church, Star.”

Star exhaled a soft plume of smoke, her grin playful. “S’not like I’m lighting it in the sanctuary.” She held the joint out to Madison, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “C’mon. Live a little bambi.”

Madison hesitated, her cheeks flushing at the stupid nickname. “You’re terrible.”

“And you love me,” Star teased, her voice warm and teasing.

Madison’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced a laugh and took the joint, coughing on her first drag as Star laughed beside her.

Star eventually lays back, resting her head in Madison’s lap as she stared up at the sky. “Did you know the light from those stars is already dead?” she murmured. “It’s just… echoes.”

Madison nods softly, “mhm, you’ve mentioned it only a few times” she says playfully as her fingers brushed through Star’s hair, her gaze lingering on the curve of her lips as Star continued to ramble about constellations. The warmth of the moment settled over them like a blanket, and Madison felt her chest tighten.

She leaned down slightly, her breath catching as her lips hovered before pressing a soft kiss to Star’s cheek.

Star blinked, her gaze shifting to Madison with a soft, confused smile. “What was that for?”

Madison shrugged, trying to hide her blush. “I dunno. You just looked like you needed one.”

Star’s smile lingered, but she didn’t press. Instead, she settled back into Madison’s lap, her voice soft as she pointed out another constellation.

Madison’s heart raced, but for now, she let herself enjoy the moment, the quiet realization settling over her like the stars above.

The quiet of the church garden wrapped around them, the distant hum of voices from the courtyard blending into the symphony of crickets and rustling leaves. Madison’s fingers twitched slightly as they brushed against Star’s hair, her heartbeat loud and uneven in her chest.

Star lay still in Madison’s lap, her body relaxed, but her gaze flickered with life as she stared at the stars above. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a breathy laugh that seemed to echo in the stillness.

“What’s so funny?” Madison asked, her voice soft and curious, her hand pausing mid-stroke through Star’s hair.

“I dunno,” Star admitted, turning her head slightly to meet Madison’s eyes. The motion caused her cheek to rest against Madison’s leg, the warmth of her skin seeping through the fabric of Madison’s skirt. “I just… it feels nice, y’know? Being out here, quiet. With you.”

Madison nodded slowly, her eyes lingering on Star’s face as her own cheeks started to heat up. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It does.”

Star shifted slightly, her expression softening as she turned back to the sky. “Sometimes, I think about what it’d be like to just… float up there,” she said, her voice dreamy and distant. “Like, if you could just let go of everything and let the stars pull you in. It’d probably be cold as hell, but at least you wouldn’t have to think so much.”

Madison’s chest tightened, a faint ache blooming there. She didn’t say anything at first, just let her fingers trail absently along the ends of Star’s hair, her thoughts swirling. She hated how much Star carried, how heavy her life seemed to weigh on her, and yet… she admired her for still being here, for still smiling and laughing even when it hurt.

“You don’t have to do it alone, you know,” Madison said quietly, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Star blinked, her brows furrowing slightly as she glanced back up at Madison. “Do what alone?”

“Everything,” Madison replied, her voice trembling just enough to betray her nerves. She cleared her throat, her fingers stilling in Star’s hair. “I just mean… I don’t know. You’re always dealing with so much—your dad, Chris, your mom—and you act like you’ve got it all under control, but you don’t have to. I’m here, Star. I’m always here.”

Star���s lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came. Instead, she sat up slowly, her gaze searching Madison’s face. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the air between them heavy with unspoken things.

“Madison…” Star began, her voice hesitant, but then she stopped, biting her lip. She looked down, her fingers picking at the hem of her cardigan. “I don’t even know how to let people help. Every time I try, it feels like I just mess it up.”

“You don’t mess anything up,” Madison said firmly, her voice steadier now. “You’re just… you. And that’s enough. That’s always enough.”

Star looked up at her again, her eyes wide and glistening in the dim light. For a second, Madison thought she might cry, but then Star let out a shaky laugh, her shoulders relaxing.

“You’re so cheesy,” Star said, but her tone was soft, almost affectionate. “If this is your way of getting me to come to all of these stupid things, it’s working.”

Madison laughed, the sound light and genuine, and the tension between them seemed to ease. Star leaned back, her head finding its way to Madison’s lap once more, and Madison let out a small breath of relief. Her fingers resumed their gentle path through Star’s hair, and Star closed her eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

The courtyard was emptier now, most of the families having left while a few stragglers lingered near the dessert table. Madison and Star walked side by side, their arms brushing occasionally as they made their way back toward the main event. Madison’s cheeks still burned faintly from the kiss on Star’s cheek, but Star didn’t seem to notice—or if she did, she wasn’t saying anything.

“You’re lucky this thing wasn’t a total drag,” Star said, her voice light. “I mean, sure, the cupcakes tasted like sadness, but I guess the company was alright.”

Madison rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. “Glad I could make your night bearable.”

“Barely,” Star teased, nudging Madison’s arm with her elbow. But her smile softened, and for a moment, she looked at Madison with an expression that made Madison’s heart stutter.

“Thanks,” Star said quietly. “For, y’know… everything.”

Madison’s throat tightened, and she nodded, unable to trust her voice. She wanted to say something—something meaningful, something that would let Star know just how much she meant to her—but the words stayed stuck, tangled in the mess of her feelings.

By the time they got back to Madison’s house, Star was yawning, her eyelids heavy as she kicked off her boots and flopped onto Madison’s bed without a second thought. Madison smiled softly, watching as Star burrowed into the blankets, her messy hair fanning out around her. Comet hopped up onto the bed and curled up near Star’s neck, purring contentedly.

Madison changed into her pajamas quietly, her thoughts a whirl of emotions she didn’t know how to process. When she finally slid into bed beside Star, careful not to disturb her, she lay there staring at the ceiling, her heart racing.

Star’s breathing was soft and even, her presence warm and steady beside Madison. It was both comforting and overwhelming, and Madison couldn’t help but glance over at her, her gaze lingering on the curve of Star’s lips.

The thought came unbidden, sharp and undeniable, and Madison’s chest ached with the weight of it. She didn’t know what to do with the feeling, didn’t know if she even could do anything with it. It was terrifying and wonderful all at once. But as she turned her gaze back to the ceiling and closed her eyes, she let herself hold onto it, just for tonight.

I love her.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry for ignoring all your ask…as you can see there was a reason why😅😅😅 ANYWAYS WOO GAY MADISON WOO

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[engr4veq]

《 Over Your Head.. 🍿🌸

Regina George x reader

Warnings: Absolutely nothing except fluff. 🍦

The click of heels echo off of polished tiles as the three of the plastics walk beside you. Their chatter only adds to the brief passing of multiple conversations from the other people in the mall, and the occasional sound of a child making noise. You were forced into a shopping day with the plastics, and you didn’t really mind because you got to see the gorgeous blonde queen bee, Regina George. As you walk, they gossip about something you’re ‘out of the loop’ with before Regina looks over her shoulder at you. She studies you for a moment.

“You’re quiet today…” She said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she slowed her pace to match yours. Karen and Gretchen were a few steps ahead, giggling over a display they saw at a boutique ahead.

You shook your head, giving her a faint smile. “It’s nothing.” You said.

“Oh my god! Isn’t that like so cute?” Karen said as she pointed at a dress on display, Gretchen nodding in agreement. “Yes! It would look so fetch on you!”

Regina glanced at the dress, barely catching the colour before the looked at you again. Your eyes flickered up to meet hers in question. She tilted her head and smirked. “Oh, come on. You can tell me.” She said, leaning closer as her shoulder brushes against you, her voice playful on purpose. “I mean, if I were the reason you’re distracted, you could just say so.”

You blink at her and shake your head. “Distracted..? What are you talking about?”

Her smirk faltered for a split second before she recovered, leaning in slightly again. “Yeah. Like, maybe I’m.. too much to handle..” She teases and raises a brow, letting out a slight laugh.

You furrow your brows. “Too much to what? Are you talking about the thing Karen pointed out earlier, because I wasn’t looking..”

Regina paused mid step and looked at you as if you were hopeless. “Wow,” She said, her voice mocking offence. “Way to kill my vibe.”

Regina then smirks again, opening her mouth to speak before Karen chimes in.

“Regina, which one should I paint my nails with later?” Karen tilts her head, showing a nail polish set.

Regina dismisses her and glances at you again. “Whatever, Karen. Either one is fine. Ask Gretchen.”

She then turns to you with a small shake of her head, her entertainment faint in her eyes. “You know,” She glances at your lips, “You’re so oblivious, it’s almost cute.”

“What?” You look up from your phone, not paying attention.

“Nothing.” She shoots back and shrugs her shoulders before smirking. “Come on, let’s go find more stuff.”

You nod and follow her.

~💄

The moon casted a soft glow on the streets below, some even seeping into Regina’s room. After coming back from shopping earlier today, the blonde’s room smelled of popcorn and fruity lip gloss, but instead of the regular music from the stereo, you all decided to watch a horror movie. Gretchen, Karen, Regina and you lounge comfortably on Regina’s bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. The dim light from the laptop casts a faint glow on all of your faces in the darkness of the room. Gretchen thought it was a good idea to turn off the lights claiming it would be more ‘fetch.’

“Why are we watching horror anyway..” Regina asks herself as her leg brushes against yours from her shifting.

“Gretchen, can you like pass the popcorn?” Karen hums from under her blanket as she hugs Gretchen’s arm, a bit scared. Gretchen places a bowl of popcorn between them and rubs soothing circles on the brunettes shoulder.

The tension starts to build in a certain scene. The characters appear to be walking in a cemetery in the dead of a winter night.

“Oh my god, WHY would you go there?!” Gretchen cringes and bites her nails slightly. Karen’s face twists into subtle fear and Regina’s brows knit as she shuffles closer to you, clearly uncomfortable.

“Guys maybe we should watch something—” Karen’s voice trails off as everyone stiffens.

There was a twist, then a crack.

Suddenly, the rotting face of a dead character flashes on screen and before you could even register the shock, several shrieks and curses are heard throughout the bedroom. You widen your eyes as Regina tightly grips your arm, her freshly painted nails biting into your skin as she pulls you closer to her. The momentum makes your hand land on her thigh as you stiffen, your heart rate spiking. Karen flinches and clings onto Gretchen, as the brunette does the same to her. You don’t even register the jump-scare, too focused blonde’s proximity.

“Shit..” Regina sighs and leans away slightly before clearing her throat and flipping her hair over her shoulder, “Oh my god, that was NOT okay..” Regina mutters, trying to play off her scream. “I don’t like horror movies..” Karen still stares wide eyed at the screen even with Gretchen’s hair running through her hair and glances at you noticing you barely reacted.

“Woah.. You barely even like flinched? That’s so fetch! Right, Regina?” Gretchen said.

No, you definitely flinched. Its was just.. internal.

You feel the blonde tense and give Gretchen a sharp glare, still not having moved away from you since the jump-scare.

Gretchen and Karen knew about Regina’s crush on you for a few months now. They giggle at her every attempt to flirt with you, but most of it doesn’t click for you.

“Gretchen, ‘fetch’ isn’t going to happen.” Regina scoffs, avoiding the question. You glance up at her as you move your hand from her thigh. She feels the shift in weight and locks eyes with you, smirking. You feel the pressure of your heart beat more prominent on your chest.

“Thanks not for not screaming, loser.” She said, her voice mocking you as if it were a compliment, twirling a lock of your hair in between her painted finger tips. You nod quickly, not trusting yourself not to have a voice crack.

Hearing snippets of the conversation, Karen looks over her shoulder and freezes, her eyes going wide as she took in the scene. “Oh my god,” she whispered and nudged Gretchen, who looked up, her jaw dropped slightly.

“Regina,” Gretchen said slowly, snapping the blonde out of her trance, “What— are you doing?”

Regina didn’t even glance at them.

“Nothing,” she said casually, letting the strand of your hair slip from her fingers like it was a normal occurrence for her, but you noticed a tint of pink dust her cheeks.

Karen grinned, her eyes flickering between the two of you as if she’s watching a show. “Are you, like, flirting with her right now?”

“I’m not flirting.” Regina snapped, finally looking at Karen with a warning glare, but her cheeks were still red.

Gretchen smirked, enjoying herself a bit too much. “Sure you’re not,” She muttered under her breath, also earning a glare from the blonde.

You blinked, pausing the movie as you look up at the exchange, “Wait— what’s happening?”

“Nothing.” Regina says quickly before Gretchen and Karen can say anything else.

Karen, never the one to ‘read the room’ leans closer to Gretchen and fake whispers. “She totally has a crush..”

“KAREN!” Regina hissed and glared at the blonde again before getting up and storming out the room.

“Wait? Crush? On who?” You widen your eyes as the sparkle with curiosity. Gretchen looks dumbfounded.

“Oh my god, are you being serious?” She huffs out a laugh as Karen giggles.

“What..” You sit up straighter, looking confused, “Tell me.”

“It’s like obviously.. you.” Karen giggles again and you blank for a few seconds. You feel your face warm up and furrow your brows.

“What— no.” You mutter.

“What— yes! It was so obvious!” Gretchen says and sits up straight before resting her hands on both of your shoulders.

“You need to go and talk to her.” Gretchen says as she shakes your shoulders. You hear Karen chanting ‘Do it’ in the background and shift slightly.

“Fine.”

Both girls squeal and follow you out of the bedroom, our footsteps quiet. Gretchen’s hands are on your shoulders and Karen’s hands are on Gretchen’s shoulders as you descend the staircase. You look to the side and catch a glimpse of blonde hair in the kitchen. Gretchen lightly pushes me forward as we all peek from behind the wall. She leans against the counter with crossed arms, her pink tank top and shorts hugging her body as the moonlight traces her jaw. Her lashes flutter as she looks at the ground, her blonde hair frames her face, and her lips are fixed into a frown.

Your heart stops.

You feel a push and hear the retreating rush of footsteps and giggles as the two run away. You stiffen as Regina’s eyes snap to you. You swallow and watch her straighten up.

“Hey..” She mutters, her voice soft as she looks at you.

You looked like an idiot. Your mouth opened, but nothing comes out. You just feel your face warm up again.

“They told you, didn’t they.” Regina said as she fully leans off of the counter and walks towards you. When she stood close, she tilted her head and took in your flustered face.

“Yeah..” You swallow and let out a slight exhale. “I.. You like me..?”

Regina glances at your lips for a second before clearing her throat and nodding with confidence. “Yeah. I do.”

You smile slightly at her and nod. “I like you too, bee.”

Regina’s eyes light up, and her heart flutters at the nickname, but only for a moment before she masked it with a smirk. “Of course you do.”

You furrowed your brows, your heart sinking a bit. “Uh.. What..?”

Regina rolls her eyes dramatically, stepping closer again. The scent of her perfume sends you into a daze, making it hard to focus. “I mean, come on. Look at me.” She said and gestured to herself, “I’d be concerned if you didn’t like me.”

Your heart picks up pace again and you nod. “U- uhm— Yeah, mhm..”

“Relax,” she whispered, placing a hand on your arm, “I was kidding. Mostly.”

She leaned in slightly more, her smirk softening into a genuine smile. “So, you really like me..”

You shiver a bit and nod, your saliva getting stuck in your throat. “Yeah— I do.”

Her smile widened, not being the usual sharpness. “Good.” She said simply, her fingers brushing down your arm before taking your jaw into her fingers.

Your breath hitched as your eyes flicker over her face, lingering on her lips. She chuckled a bit and scratched a finger under your chin before pulling it away.

“Let’s get back to that movie..” She teased as she looked over her shoulder.

Your eyes flickered with disappointment, but it disappears as she quickly presses her lips against yours. The kiss was fleeting, but you two couldn’t stay in the kitchen forever.

~

[covetyou]

in honour of the Pedro Party, I sent @goodwithcheese this ask about who would get pantsless first and who stays pantsed until the end of the party. between that, and a particular thought about party hats (and Mr. Pedro "I hate belts" Pascal), I thought it was a good idea for Dieter and his PA to make an appearance at this party. enjoy!

do it like Madonna

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pairing: Dieter Bravo & gn!reader rating: Mature (18+ only!) warnings: no smut. nudity. mention of Dieter Bravo's dick and balls. drug and alcohol use/refrence, improper use of party hats. cameos from Javi G, Oberyn, and Santos (all the P-Boys are there!) word count: 801 summary: Being Dieter Bravo's plus one to a party isn't always all it's cracked up to be, and sometimes, just sometimes, it puts a smile on your face anyway.

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It all starts when Dieter Bravo walks into the party with you, his long suffering assistant. He'd been grumbling the whole ride here about how uncomfortable he was, and he hadn't stopped now that you'd stepped through the door and said hello to a few people before making your way to the empty kitchen to grab drinks.

You barely have a drink in hand when an all too familiar jingle reaches your ears and, like every time before it, you whip around to see Dieter standing there, fiddling with his belt buckle and fighting it through the loops of his pants.

"Dee, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" he grumbles.

"This is a nice party, you can't go taking shit off. It's not that kind of party."

"I know, but you made me wear a belt. I fuckin' hate belts."

"Because your pants were falling down, Dee."

"So," he grumbles again, only just managing to whip the belt off before you can grab him, slapping it down on the counter not a second later before double fisting two drinks and leaving you stood there in the kitchen staring after him.

His pants are already sagging at the ass by the time he walks out onto the patio, his arms spread wide, drinks sloshing over onto the slab below, as people wrap themselves around him in warm greeting, before sipping from one cup and then the other.

Your own drink will have to wait. You have a belt to put back in the car and a menace of a man to keep an eye on for the rest of the night.

Except, he's nowhere to be seen when you get back inside from stashing his belt. You check the pool and just about every room, but you have a sneaking suspicion he's intentionally avoiding you.

It's a suspicion that's confirmed when you find his shoes and pants hidden in the corner of the office.

Even moreso when you find his shirt tucked behind a sofa cushion.

Dread runs through you at the thought of all the NDAs you'll have to get signed when you find his boxer shorts in the punch bowl, fishing them out only to throw them - still fruity - onto the pile of Dieter's clothes in the back of your car.

And then, twenty minutes later, you see him.

Completely naked, obviously.

Kind of.

It is a party after all.

And what's a party without party hats. It seems Dieter doesn't think it'd be much of a party at all, because he's wearing four. One is exactly where you'd expect it - directly on top of his head with the elastic pinching under his chin.

From there, it just gets worse the further down his body you look.

He has two hats strapped to his chest, each pointing a different direction even has he tries to reposition them over his nipples. And the fourth hat... well, he's somehow managed to stuff his cock and balls into the cone of the fourth hat, because at the very least you can't see anything hanging out or dangling in the sight of anyone who shouldn't be seeing it.

It's miraculous really. Even in his nudity, he's somehow managed to be modest about it.

He's grinning at you as you approach him, that giddy, too happy, look on his face that he always gives you when he's too drunk or high to care about actively pissing you off.

"Do I look like Madonna," he slurs, sticking out his pointy chest.

"Dieter, why are you wearing four party hats and not your clothes," you ask, hoping against hope the people coming out of the house haven't seen him and you can tidy this all up before they start to stare.

"Five."

"What?"

"Five party hats," he says, giving you a twirl. There you see the fifth hat, strapped against his ass with the thin elastic, looking exactly like a-

"It's a tail," he says with a giggle. "I have a tail."

And with a dozy smile his gaze trails off and lights up just as a very stoned, but very beautiful, Spaniard comes walking out of the house in his own set of party hats, followed by a man wearing nothing at all, eating from a plate of berries, and another in the tiniest, tightest Speedo you've ever seen. And, beyond that, you see a few more bare asses, and even more bare chests inside, mingling with fully clothed bodies that don't seem to care too much that your employer is comparing party hat sizes with his new friend.

You'll allow it this time, you suppose, taking a tepid sip of the same drink you've been nursing for hours, watching Dieter run off back inside, his party hat tail shaking with every jiggle of his ass. tagging my Pedro Party pals - who do you think would be pantsed vs. pantless? @ghotifishreads @sp00kymulderr @missredherring @ozarkthedog @perotovar

@undercoverpena @schnarfer @secretelephanttattoo @hellfire-state-of-mind @readingiskeepingmegoing

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Guys i accidentally fell in love with this duo help I barely just came up with Niko

undercut @fruity-legos @murkystarlight

Summary:

Beau and Niko get a gun (Read blaster)

Additional Tags:

Aged Down Characters, they’re 12. Mr. Oz is mentioned. Oc-ified (technically) canon and does not appear in show character, try to guess who Niko is :3. they’re dumbasses your honour, who gave them a gun. gun - Freeform. Crack Treated Seriously. Niko and Beau are besties. Ficlet. No beta we die like the soup cans

Niko glanced up, away from her science textbook and over to Beau as she adjusted her glasses.

The two were hiding in an abandoned alleyway next to a noisy pizza restaurant, the cowboy himself pacing in front of her muttering lines from his favourite western movies under breath as he toyed with the strange looking gun he had in hand.

The gun was some sort of sci-fi looking blaster the two had stolen off of Mr. Ozwald early in the day once they had seen him carrying it around on his figure. Well, Beau had been the one to want to steal it, having instantly fallen in love with the gun at first sight. Yet Niko had also been too fascinated by the thought of why their science teacher had a gun to complain at all when Beau had talked her into helping him steal it.

“Put yer hands up partner!” Beau ordered, whirling around and causing his scarf to swirl as he aimed the gun at the empty soup can stack set up towards the back half of the alley.

“Or I’ll be forced to shoot um out … wait no that’s not the right wordin’” Beau grumbled as he lowered the gun. He buried his face into his scarf and chewed on it as he fiddled with the trigger on the gun.

Niko watched Beau for a bit before glancing outside towards the entrance to the alleyway cautiously, “Put that thing away dweeb, you’re gonna get us arrested,”

“Relax!” Beau insisted, face still half hidden in his scarf, “Plenty of people have guns!”

“ Right, “ Niko rolled her eyes, “plenty of twelve year olds have guns. ”

“You say as if I can’t hear the clear sarcasm in your voice,” Beau shot back, taking his face out of his scarf a little bit to shoot a grin at Niko.

“Haha,” Niko laughed as she sat back and placed her back against the alleyway wall, “look I’m just saying I can bail you out of detention but juvie is a different conversation entirely.”

“Aww come on Neeks, I’m sure you’d find a way. ‘Sides I haven’t even fired the gun yet, now how do you-” Beau trailed off as he continued to fiddle with the gun. Eventually it made a pop noise and Beau’s fingers slipped slightly in surprise only to end up pressing down on the gun trigger.

A blinding blast of white and bluish light shot from the tip of the gun and soar through the air.

The blast hit its mark easily, the soup can tower, and in an instant the whole middle half of the tower was reduced to ash leaving behind only the burnt remains of the outer cans which fell to the ground with a cacophony of clatters.

Beau and Niko stared in equal amounts of shock and awe.

What-

Beau slowly lowered the gun only to exclaim, “HOLY MOLY!”

Niko slowly turned to look at him, mouth still slightly agape in awe, “DUDE-“

Beau whipped his head around to stare back at her, “WHY DID MR. OZ HAVE THIS-“

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“WHAT DO WE DO!?” Beau yelled back, holding out the gun to the side like he was afraid it might go off again.

“I don’t- JUST GIVE IT BACK!” Niko responded, patting the sides of her face as fear started to swarm up in her mind. They were going to get into so much trouble!

“Great idea!”

Before Niko could quite register what was happening Beau had run over and looped his arm in hers so he could begin to drag her off. With a yelp Niko reached out and grabbed her science textbook off the overturned crate it rested on along with the strap of her backpack before Beau could pull her away completely.

“BEAU YOU DWEEB-“ Niko screeched as her best friend pulled her out of the alley as she struggled to shove her textbook into her backpack.

Hopefully the people over at the pizza place wouldn’t be bugged by the smell of burning soup cans.

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

The Worker and The Protestor

I finally finished my notebook *victory screech*. This is what ended off my notebook. I see this being revamped a bit to fit in with my actual Robots & Gardens not just a side off thing. Here we get a dive on Digits' work life and her little crush on Peace. I have so much shit to do XD But I have chosen instead to drink and type this out then get back to work. Me and this Jeager got me through this so I apologize for fuck ups now.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @liv-is (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

Digits grumbled beneath her breath. Lumber over either shoulder that should have been loaded onto one of the transport machines. Shitty little bots that had a variety of bed sizes. Most of the workers just referred to them as “luggers”. They were kinda like trucks with brains but way harder to love. At least you could camp out in a truck bed. These little fucks would toss you into the nearest pit, thinking you were just the next load of building material. 

Just as their name foretold. The damn thing busted. Go fucking figure. Some dumbass probably loading too much on a lugger with too small of a bed size. 

“Do you even think they tried to get decent ones? Swear this is the fifth lugger to bust this week. They don’t even get a pair at a time no more.” Brian, her roommate and favorite coworker said. 

Both grimaced at the lumber added to their stacks. The weight making their feet sink lower into the padding of their shoes. Arguably neither of them had much of that to begin with. Digits’ voice deepened, wavering as she took a step forward. Refusing for any more weight to be added to her bad shoulders. Still aching from a seize up in her arms that had happened a few days prior. 

“Only the best for our bitch ass employees.” Digits mocked, pursing her lips and sounding off with a kiss far more enthusiastic than she felt. 

Brian’s laughs left in huffs. Carrying his own load over broad shoulders. Uncovered at that, and yes everyone thought he was a weirdo for it. 

“Better be cautious.” 

Digits scoffed, “Or what they’ll find a way to fuck me up worse?”

“I guess. Carrying around all this isn’t gonna bust some hydraulics or something right?” Brian gave her that concerned look. 

That one that was hilarious when he had his bright green emotional support vape hanging from his mouth. Fruity clouds slowly seep from the cracks in his mouth. Slow, unmotivated puffs from his nose too. Headache-inducing, Fruit Loop scented, probably flavored too, clouds forming a field of fumes. It was amazing the man’s eyes never teared up from it. Instead, they drooped to focus intently on Digits. Urgently drifting back to the game. 

Arguably Digits still found his concern in her right now hilarious. 

“I don’t even know if my prosthetics have hydraulics,” Digits said.

“Haven’t you busted them like a dozen times?” 

“Doesn’t mean I know what’s inside of them.” 

“I really think that’s part of the problem.” 

“You’re really siding with the shit prosthetics. That are probably cooking some nerves in my arms?” 

With a quiet arrangement of grunts, she lowered herself to her knee. Muscles flexing beneath her clothing. She slowly leaned aside sliding the stacks into one of the feeders for bulk cuts. She rolled her eyes. Cursing when a stack had briefly tugged her by her high-vis vest. Brian forced the lumber into a tarped bed that would have been attached to a lugger. 

“We can’t afford to get them fixed if you bust them Digits,” Brian said breathless. 

“We can’t afford. It’s that simple.” Digits stated forcing her way free. 

Digits flexed her fingers individually, forcibly straightening out one. She rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie tugging the work issued phone from her back pocket. Arms burning from the strain. Artificial skin unhappily passing over the cracked screen. 

She tapped around blankly, eyes scanning the plans for the build and the objectives for the day. Eyes darting back to the time. 

“Looks like we need to have the general framework up. Can’t tell if they want a factory or a home though.” Digits joked a bit. 

“So we’ve been carting stuff around without any bot help for a fucking private home?” Brian silently fumed. 

“An estate,” Digits corrected holding back a laugh at the look on Brain’s face. 

He pulled down a pair of safety glasses, running his finger along the top of the lens. A yellow light flickering on in the corner, indicating he was viewing the plans. His fingers tapped absentmindedly at his tool belt. His high-vis vest hung limply from his back pocket. Brian grunted to himself. His eyes darting behind the glasses as he looked at the same schematics Digits was looking at. 

Charging feet of other construction members rushed past them. Some hoisting lumber. Some bullying the growing collection of busted machinery. 

“I’d start prepping the cuts but I think the gaggle needs some help.” 

“You can always set the cuts for the bulk sets. Hold out though.” Digits lifted her head suddenly far more interested in her surroundings, “The protestors will be around soon.” 

“Makes sense why those goofs are running then. Trying to look busy on the cameras.” Brian sounded like he was almost scolding them but he did linger around the cutter longer than usual.

Digits laughed softly. She unbuckled her vest, rolling her sleeves back down. 

“Yeah, and I’m gonna go see if the lasers on the cutters are actually working.” 

Brian laughed, “Uh huh. Might as well check if the machine is working.” 

“That’ll take up so much time,” Digits grinned enjoying their banter. 

“Enough time to have a personal moment with the red-headed deviant?” 

“No such thing as enough time for that.” Digits crossed her arms, face going redder than it currently was from the labor. 

The redheaded protestor had approached the grounds. Most of the workers slowing to look over in her direction. A dozen or so of her followers having filtered through to block cameras with signs. Probably advising against this land usage or maybe the waste of money this was. Digits wasn’t really sure. She hadn’t wanted to ruin the mood by asking. 

The redhead had paint staining her jersey and hands. Meaning she had probably made those signs. And had probably caused some other destruction on the way. 

Digits wondered if she should hate the protestors. Sometimes they did make their lives harder. But even Digits realized it was the company that forced them to deal with it at the end of the day. So the workers can only be mad at the people who hired them. Since the company they worked for had loved to totter the line of giving enough fucks for their workers. It was nice to have the company leads mad at additional people. Almost healing. 

The redhead's eyes found Digits. Digits grinned at the silent recognition, her eyes already on the protestor. Peace walked over to the woman, tapping Digits with her foot. The battered shoe knocked dirt off of Digits’ jeans. 

“Cameras aren’t watching. Think you’ve worked hard enough?” Peace asked leaning down some in attempts to minimize the distance between them. 

“Hey, Peace,” Digits grinned shoving her hands in her hoodie pockets, “Definitely.” 

Peace and Digits wandered off to a spray painted curb nearby. Digits sat first sighing content, even though she was resting weary muscles on cement. Peace followed shortly after sitting beside her. She placed both of her arms behind her, stretching her legs out.

“Anything special you want to talk about?” Peace asked curiously, tilting her head in Digits’ direction. 

Digits tugged at her fingers inside of her hoodie pocket. Not knowing if there was something big to mention. They had been getting closer as of late. But she refused to give too much away too soon. Arguably it might be too late for that anyway. 

Her eyes focused on Peace’s face. Glistening from the sweat, sun seeming to hit her skin just right. She noticed that she could spot Peace’s freckles more easily than usual. She blinked softly seeing the shimmer. 

“Not really. Thanks for the paid break though.” Digits laughed trying and failing to get herself to look anywhere else. 

“I’d do it for you anytime. It’s kinda fun pissing off the people that put money into being in charge of y’all.” Peace responded, flashing teeth as she grinned. 

Digits skinned flushed. She tapped her fingers anxiously on the curb now. Gawking at the beauty beside her. It felt nice not being surrounded by her coworkers all day. Even if her heartbeat was pounding at her temples. 

“Appreciated.” Digits spoke, struggling to keep her voice level, proceeding to ask, “Is that makeup?” 

Peace beamed now. All teeth, all excitement. She grabbed Digits’ hand dusting it off on the knee of her far less dirty pants. Fully unaware of the widening of Digits’ eyes. Peace guided her hand to her cheek. 

“Touch. It doesn’t even smear.” Peace’s joy radiated like the sun on them right now, damn there killer, “Green got it for me.” 

Digits tried to speak. Her words nothing more than off pitch babbles. Glad that nodding starstruck was taken as an acceptable answer. Sweat sliding down her forehead and almost into her eye as she tried to memorize the feeling of Peace’s skin. Face reddening as she trailed her hand along Peace’s jaw. Wishing the protestor would just kiss her hand. 

Peace quickly tapped the edge of her forehead to Digits’s. 

“See told you. Doesn’t even smear.” 

Peace grabbed Digits’s hand, holding it out. Her hand remained as unremarkable as before. But her busted hands got to touch the woman of dreams. 

Digits sighed, damn there dreamily, smiling with a little more teeth than usual “Yeah. She got you good shit.”

[isabeauwolf]

*this crack fic was inspired by @staitc-rj, XD That meme you made with Overhaul months ago, haha calling our birdman a "fruity bird". So I decided to use it, for Dabi to tease his temporary boss*

-To give more context, Dabi switched places with Toga to get closer to Mary, aka Overhaul's Wife; Eri looks up to Dabi as her dad and Mary her mom; he want to become a mate candidate for Mary and loves to tease the crap out of Overhaul. Plus, I want to tease Dabi living under the same roof as Kai and being a menace.-

What happens after Mary shares her Fruit Loop cereal with Dabi~

Overhaul x Mary x Dabi crack fic: Fruit Loops and Muffins

Mary already made chocolate chip pumpkin muffins and pumpkin spice pancakes for breakfast the night before. Reheating the fall and spooky season treats, her and Eri happily ate them, then saved the rest for the eight bullets, Dabi, Twice and Kai.

Eri the sweet child, gladly followed her mother to the sink, hopping onto her step stool when Dabi came into the kitchen.

He had his hands in his pockets, bored expression quirking upwards, watching the scene before him, drinking in the quiet and picturesque of his now two favorite girls bonding. Dabi hated to admit it, but seeing little Eri with his firebrand was adorable as embers of wanting a family of his own echoes into the back of his mind.

Blue eyes trailing from Mary's curves and her growing belly, knowing that the birdman's child was growing. He wanted his own hellspawn to be next, can imagine the terror and little gremlin, a mini version of himself running 'round the base and picking fights with his half brother. Shaking his head he stalks towards the refrigerator, eyeing the line of plan and boring cereals, overly healthy and bland shit to the more colorful overly sugary and tooth rotten goodness.

One red box caught his eye. He grabbed it and stared at it, took it with him as he shrugged, squeezing behind Mary to reach for a plastic bowel, he turned when he felt something grip the box in his hand. Tilting his head as he meet his lovers light glaring gaze as his own sparkled with amusement, "Need something, princess?" Feighting ignorance.

"Yes, you grabbed my cereal without asking, sneak thief. That's called stealing, casanova."

He glanced down at her hand overlapping his own, brushing his index finger over her own slow and teasing. "Well, good morning to you too, buttercup." he chuckled, gaze lazily searching the box, "But I don't see your name on it, beauty and I'm hungry but don't feel like cooking."

Mary quirked an eyebrow. "You were with me when I bought it." She pointed at her name labeled on the top of the opened box, "Are you blind? My name is right there in black market, smartass." Crossing her arms over her chest, "I don't mind sharing so long as you ask first. It's common curtsy."

"So it is." He replied, shrugging and walking towards the table when he felt a tug on his white shirt. "Do you think it will stop me?" he asked even when they both know the answer.

"Manners." She chastised him lightly, waiting. "Just a few simple words."

Eri chimed in meekly, poking her head out from behind her mother as she grips the back of her dress. "You forgot to say "please" daddy." Large ruby gems meeting turquoise.

His eyes and expression softened and he sighed, running a hand through his black messy tresses.

Dammit, he hopes him and his firebrand eventually doesn't have a girl, or he will be a pile of mush.

Dabi gasped, faking being shocked as he widened his eyes. "You are right, sweetheart." Turning his gaze to Mary and winking, "I'm sorry, beauty. Do you forgive me? Please? Pretty please?"

Mary could feel a smile tugging on her lips and she huffed through her nose, and tried not to laugh, but a half giggle slipped out, and he knew he'd won. "Alright, alright, fine." Letting go of his shirt, twirling on her feet slowly as she waved him off. "Put it back whenever you are done. But you are taking some muffins to the rest of the eight, Twice as a compromise." Turning on the sink, pointing at the large box of muffins sitting in a overly large cake box, two dozen. "I made too much last night, it's first come first served. I've got another box in the fridge."

Dabi pulled the milk out of the fridge as he grabbed a muffin, shuffling as he hummed, kicked the door closed with his booted foot and dumped his haul of sugary breakfast onto the table.

He's lucky he didn't leave a boot or scuff mark on the fridge or Overbeak would have a hissy fit and make him clean it, polish it, and clean it again until it shines as he glared down at him. Clean freak and overly controlling prick. Dabi thought to himself as he poured a decent amount of the colorful rainbow cereal into his bowl, adding milk, drank some from the carton and placed the milk back. "Can someone hand me a-" he asked as he felt something poke the middle of his back, halfway turning he smiled, "Thanks, beauty." He took the spoon with a tiny blush on his cheeks and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Uh-huh," Mary replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Your welcome." Returning to Eri as she rinsed and dried the clean dishes Mary had already placed in the sink to soak while they ate breakfast.

Sitting down, placing his spoon in his bowl, grabbing a spoonful and taking a bite, savoring it. He hadn't had this in a long time, and he suddenly had a craving for it. When the circles hit his tongue, his mind wonders, glancing at his girls, then travels down as he notices something.

The azure flame user stares at the Toucan Bird on the front of the box, snickering as he takes another bite of the sugary cereal, causing both Eri and Mary to look at him with curiosity while they finish washing the dishes, Mary washing and Eri drying.

"Is something funny written on the box?" Eri asked innocently and overly curious as she finishes drying a plastic plate and places it onto the drying wrack carefully.

"Nah, it's nothing munchkin." Dabi chuckles, standing, finishing his bowl, smiling and ruffling her hair affectionately. "Go on and finish getting ready with mommy, m'kay." He scoots his lover with his hip, giving Mary a charming smile and winking. "I've got this, babe."

Now Mary is confused, blinking and tilting her head. "Kai will be down any minute. What are you up to, pyro?" She had a feeling that whatever thought was running through the flame users head wasn't a good idea.

Eri doesn't get it, but she nods her head, stepping down from her step stool, picked it up and placed it back in it's place with a small smile on her lips.

"What?" Dabi asked quirking an eyebrow, "Can a man not do dishes without his lovely little wolfish lover growing suspicious?" He grabs her hand, kissing it and places it over his scarred chest, pouting, "beauty, you wound me so."

Mary shakes her head, "I can never been so sure with you." She grips his shirt, yanking him to her with a knowing smirk on her lips. "A certain bored monster and little fiery gremlin with a shit eating grin on his face has something sneaky up his sleeves." she purrs, violet and gold eyes meeting his ocean blues.

"Guilty as charged my sexy detective," he fires back, hands gripping her hips, pulling her into a kiss as his lips curling smugly. "Gonna stop me?"

She hums, pulling away. "I should, but I know that you won't listen anyways." Letting go of him, giving a shorter kiss as she walks around him, "I'm sure I'll heard about it from Kai sooner than later," Mary reaches her hand out to Eri as she grabs it and following her mother.

The pair of girls halt in the threshold of the kitchen.

Mary glances over her shoulder, "Just don't go overboard and destroy my kitchen will you?"

Dabi gives a mock salute, turning on the sink and washing the dishes. "Aye aye, my princess."

Eri laughs, lightly pulling her mother forward before she could say anything else.

They both passed Kai on their way out as he stops them, giving her a morning kiss on her forehead, then went straight into the kitchen.

Kai's good mood soured and his small smile on his lips fell as he saw the zombie man in the kitchen, being domestic and washing dishes no less. His golden gaze narrows in suspicion. Dabi didn't usually do the dishes, his angel usually asks him to help wash them, if she was under a bit of a time crunch.

Kai walks over to the coffee machine, where he already see's his favorite cup sitting on a coaster waiting for him curtsy of his loving wife and angel. Rubbing the cup over the back of his gloved palm to check the temperature before picking it up, feeling the warmth warming his hands, but not burning or scalding hot, black with a shot of espresso, just the way he likes it.

He lowered his black duster mask to his chin and takes a slip, enjoying the silence, closing his eyes and enjoying the peace of his first morning coffee. Shame that he didn't arrive first, he could have eaten breakfast with his angel and could have tolerated Dabi's presence as long as he kept his filthy mouth shut.

Dabi quickly finished the dishes, dried his hands with a orange hand towel that read: Pumpkin Spice Queen for Life.

One of the many things his wife grabbed last time she was in the States, she stocks up on Pumpkin Spice seasonally things and whatnot she could carry in her spare luggage, he swears she loves the seasonal item just ask much as she loves cherry blossoms.

The Strays annoying voice brought Kai out of his thoughts.

Placing the hand towel back in it's holder, he speaks up. "Princess wants me to take the mountain of muffins 'round the base, she made too much." He pointed his thumb at the large number of brightly colored orange and brown muffins, even the morning after, they smelled delicious and mouthwatering.

Dabi snatched another one from the box and took a bite, he'd grab the one of the table on his way out. "Fuck, these are good," he muttered to himself with a mouthful.

Kai scrunched his nose in disgust underneath, his expression visible. "Close your mouth, you animal."

Swallowing a mouthful and taking another, much bigger bite to annoy the overly strict crow. "Can't help it, these are too good." He smirked teasingly, offering the half eaten muffin towards the other man. "What? Want some?"

Kai grimaced, brows furrowing as he glared. "No thank you. I don't want any of your pyromaniac germs. I'll get my own." The only person he'd ever think about sharing food with is his angel, no one else.

He readjusted his mask, covering his face as he sneered. His patience growing thin.

"Whatever ya say, fruity bird." Dabi waves Overhaul off, laughing and taking another bite.

Silence settling between them as Kai took in the blue flamed users words. He was confused, but quickly re-schooled his face to remained impassive. He tried, he really did, but this insufferable jackass had a habit of getting underneath his skin since day one.

The yakuza Boss' jaw clenched underneath his mask and his free gloved hand twitched, arching a thin eyebrow. "Fruity bird? Where the hell did you get that impression?" He asked calmly, his grip on his coffee mug tightening.

He was getting angrier by the minute.

Dabi's lazy grin slowly growing wider. "The toucan off the cereal box that your wife shared with me this morning." He replies causally, strutted towards the table as he finished the last bite of his muffin while sipping his coffee as a matter-of-factly. "Reminds me of another overly feathered bird with a stick up his high feathered ass."

That did it. His patience snapped and his temper flared.

Kai's quirk activated, overhauled his glove and coffee cup as the warm liquid dripped down his hand, arm and spilled onto the floor. "Want to run that joke by me again, blue flame?" He questioned, tilting his head, golden irsis' darkening and challenging.

"Sure, I can." Dabi's grin curled into something mocking. Burnt skin and staples stretching wide against his jaw, whispering slowly, "Feathered, birds of paradise, hypocrite toucan lookin' asshole."

Kai knew it was childish and immature of him, but his intrusive thoughts won. He hoped his wife would forgive him for wasting food, breaking one of her biggest pet peeves. He picked up the muffin that was left on the table with his wet and coffee soaked hand and smashed it into Dabi's smug assed face. "Here, eat this and choke on it while I wash your filthy goddamn mouth with soap." He hissed, shaking his now dirty hand.

Activating his blue flames and aiming for the birdman's face as he coughed, sputtered and closed one eye, but the yakuza boss blocked his arm and redirected his attack upwards, resulting in burn and scorch marks on the ceiling. Dabi wipped his face and raised his knee, the crow blocked his attack again and pushing him back.

Kai's gaze trailed to the ceiling as his thin brow twitched in irritation. "Dammit, I'll have to fix that." Gaze returning to the patchwork villain, clicking his tongue. "You will help me clean that today."

"I don't like being hold what to do, birdface." Dabi scoffs, hands twitching at his side. "Besides you made the first move with a childish cheap shot," he chuckles teasingly, "very mature of you, OverCrow or should I call you Toucan King?"

"You started this little squabble by provoking me first thing in the morning with your annoying chatter, nitwit." Kai pointed an accusing finger at him, walking around him and towards the sink to wash his hands. "Always have to clean someone else's messes," he grumbled to himself underneath his breath as he turned on the sink, squeezing the hand soap into his wet and sticky hand and scrubbing furiously, muttering and cursing.

Dabi snickered, finding paper towels and cleaning his face, bending down to pick up the ruined muffin off the floor and throwing it into the trash can. "Overly dramatic bird bitch," he commented, rolling his blue eyes. "He's worse than handyfreak, I swear."

"I can still hear you," Kai called back, rinsing his hands and underneath his nail, shutting the water off hard, nearly breaking the tap as he snatched the unused hand towel the walking pyromaniac hadn't touched eariler read: Fall is my second favorite F-word

Dabi's gaze fell on the hand towel, his lips quirking higher as he cackled harder. He loved his woman's twisted sense of humor he swears.

"What's so funny now?" Kai huffed, placing the hand towel back nice and neatly.

"Your face," Dabi sassed back and shaking his head, giving a dramatic sigh. "Our poor wolfy is wasting her time with a stuck up guy like you. It's a real shame, all that cheerful energy, curves and smart mouthed beauty is wasted on a Chickie like you."

Kai's hands grip the counter hard, the titles underneath his palms shatter and break, a tick mark forming on his temple as the scar on his forehead twitched and throbbed as he tried to real in his anger.

The kitchen door opens, both villains freeze.

Mary walks in with Eri hiding behind her. Eri's dressed in a white and black long sleeved shirt with a blue dress, white stockings, black Mary Jane's shoes and her hair pulled up in two twin tails. In the crook of her arms was a sketch book and a pack of color pencils.

Mary glances at the scene before her: the burnt smell making her nose twitch as she noticed both Kai's and Dabi's messy and disheveled appearance, mismatched gaze traveled from the floor to the ceiling as she concluded what happened, or at least, pieces of it. She closed her eyes and sighed, "Alright, what the hell happened this time?" Pinching the bridge of her nose as she opened her eyes to meet both sets of eyes on her.

Both pointed at each other, "He started it."

Mary put her hands on her hips, brows furrowing and her lips thinned, then snarled and glaring. "I don't care who started it, but both of you are going to clean up your mess before either of you can leave this kitchen." Her ears twitched with irritation and her tail bristling, hackles rising, waving back and forth in anger.

She gave an exasperated sigh, patting Eri lightly on the head and giving a small smile, "Eri, honey, please go sit at the table."

"Okay, mommy." Eri shyly nodded, placing her sketch book and color pencils down onto the kitchen table, and began drawing, quietly.

Mary's smile fell, marching towards the cleaning closet, pulling out a mop and bucket, filling it with a bottle of lemon scented cleaning concentrate and handing it to Dabi. He tried giving her a charming smile, but she cut him off, "Less talking and more cleaning, flame boy."

Walking around she went strait for her husband who turned his head away in shame and embarrassment, refusing to look at her, instead keeping his gaze on the wall.

"I'm sorry, angel." Kai cut in before she could open her mouth, shocking her. "I gave into my childish impulses and his teasing, losing my temper. I made a mess and ruined one of the muffins you were so excited to share with everyone today. Again, I'm sorry." He lowered his head, frowning deeply.

"Oh, Kai." Mary cupped his cheek, guiding him to meet her gaze. "I'm not mad about the muffin," she giggled, smiling and lowering his face mask, "we have plenty, even if, you know I hate wasting food." Her violet and gold hues softening, "I appreciate the apology," her voice growing playful and scolding lightly, teasing, "but you still need to clean and fix your mess, Mister Chisaki."

Kai blushed, running his hand over his mouth and nodded. Leaning forward and grazing his lips against hers, pressing a sweet and chaste kiss. "Yes, Mrs Chisaki," he whispered, lips curling into a knowing smirk, deepening the kisses and pressing her against his chest and closing his eyes. His rage cooling and a wave of calmness washed over him as her scent of vanilla filled his lungs, groaning into the kiss.

Of course, thier sweet moment of pure bliss couldn't be savored as the overly jealous human torch had to open his big, fat, burnt, scarred and stapled mouth. "Hey, no fair. How come he gets a light ass crewing and I get stuck cleaning?" He called pouting.

Mary broke the kiss, much to her husbands disappointment. Turning her head towards Dabi. "I know you started it, dumbass. You are just as bad as Kai when taking things too far." She sighed, rubbing her head.

Kai kept her pressed against him, laying his chin on her shoulder, lips curling into a smug smirk, golden eyes twinkling with mirth and victory as he soaked in his beloved wife's warmth, rubbing her hip and belly bump possessively.

Oh, it was good to be the king.

"I call hacks and favoritism," Dabi hands tightening around the mop handle in aggravation, hissing, "total bullshit."

Mary pulled away turning back around in Kai's arms, giving him another chaste kiss and pulled his duster mask back on. "Please clean up, my dearest. We have to meet with Tomura Shigaraki and Giran this morning. Don't want to be late, do we?"

Kai sighed and pressed his forehead against hers, "Yes, I know. It won't be long." He leaned back without releasing her, reaching his glove less hand out and touched the counter, activating his quirk and repairing the damage and pulling out another set of gloves from his pocket and slipping them on. "There good as new," he hummed, then his eyes glanced upwards at the ceiling, clicking his tongue. "Going to have to call a cleaner after the meeting, the longer that stain stays, the longer its going to annoy me."

"Thank you, my devil." Mary smiled, wolf ears and tail perking up and wagging as she gave him a hug which he returned, and kissed the top of her head. She pulled away and walked over towards the sulking and bitter, jealous pyromaniac, wrapping her arms around him, "Thank you, Touya," she whispered pressing her face into his back.

Dabi stiffened, then relaxed. "Your welcome, beauty," he replied back, shyly, his face growing warm.

More voices and chatter could be heard through the halls as Rappa opened the kitchen door and walked in first, laughing in disbelief, "What the hell happened in here so early in the morning? No fair! The newbie got to fight Overhole before me! I was here first shorty, get in line."

"Rappa, it's too early for you to be so loud," Kai sighed, grabbing another coffee cup from the cabinet and walking back to the coffee machine.

Chrono and Mimic followed behind their boss as they grabbed their own coffee cups.

"Grouchy Kai came back, huh?" Chrono asked Mary, hiding a teasing and knowing smirk underneath his mask, snickering.

"You could say that," Mary nodded in agreement, grabbing a box of muffins and placing it down on the kitchen table. "I made chocolate pumpkin muffin, help yourself everyone." Her mood brightening as Rappa grabbed a handful, took off his mask and started eating while Tengai offered him a large glass of milk to help wash it down.

"Slow down, Rappa," Mary giggled, smile widened, "There's plenty more."

Rappa talked in between mouthfuls, "Dammit, wish I had a cute little wife to cook and bake for me. Overhole so lucky."

Mary grew flustered. "I'm glad that you like them."

Rappa got an idea, "If you ever get tired of the boss," he leaned down, whispering into her ear, "I'll give you a wild ride, wolf girl." He straightened and winked, laughing harder as her face grew redder.

Dabi and Kai both heard that.

"Care to repeat that, Rappa," Kai asked, his tone icy and chilling.

The rest of the eight froze.

"Nothing, boss. Just teasing is all." Rappa replied, gulping down his glass of milk and sighing in content, wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm. "Whoever tries to steal our young Mistress gotta be insane and got balls of steal to challenge you."

"Get in line, gym monkey," Dabi glared while snatching another muffin, "I called dibs on our wolfish beauty first. The only one getting bird dicks sloppy seconds is me."

Mary grew more flustered, but she covered Eri's ears, glaring at both men. "Language both of you," she scolded, nudging Dabi with her foot. "I'm sloppy seconds huh, man whore?" She huffed, unplugging Eri's ears as the girl looked upwards at her mother in confusion.

"The girls heard worse." Mimic waved her off, "I promise you, my lady."

"That doesn't make me feel better, Mimic." She argued, siting down beside Eri, grabbing a muffin as Chrono handed her a glass of orange juice as he sat down.

"Blue flame, you aren't going to win any favors with our Mistress, if you insult her like that," Tengai advised calmly. "If you truly want to become a mate candidate you have a long way to go, if that's the case."

"Oh, put a sock in it, blind jesus," Dabi replied, eating. "I'll become a male consort before Shiggy."

Tengai sighed, "I'm a former monk, not blind, Dabi."

Kai's voice cut off Dabi's retort.

"Instead of thinking what my wife and my men think of you, you should be winning the respect and favor of her husband, me and her grandfather." Kai cuts in, nearly slamming his coffee cup down onto the table, sitting down in the empty seat beside his wife, and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Eri placed her color pencils down, smiling. "Mommy, can I have a muffin?"

Mary smiled and nodded, "Yes, honey, you can." She picked one out of the box and handed it to her as she whispered her thanks.

Despite all the chaos, Mary wouldn't change her new home for anything.

--- Happy Beginning of Pumpkin Spice and Spooky Season! 2024 -----

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The first time Taiga met Tyler, he thought the guy was an annoying little shit. A mix of Kise and that adhd kid Hayama from Rakuzan and he was instantly a pain in the redhead’s ass. He was fun to play with though, not as good as Daiki but some of his moves were pretty remarkable.

The problem was, he never left Taiga alone, especially on the court…no matter which court he went to (not that there were too many courts in his neighborhood to choose from). It was getting ridiculous but dammit, he was too nice to deny the guy some one-on-ones.

“You like banana milk?”

Taiga looked up from his foot long sub and shook his head. He was currently sitting on a bench near one of his favorite courts in California, basketball waiting patiently next to him, a half empty bottle of banana milk on his other side, threatening to fall with one accidental jerk of his knee.

Taiga hated banana milk, but he hadn’t seen Dai, face to face in a month. He was missing him severely these days.

“Huh? Ah, no.” he took his headphones off and spared the bottle a meaningful glance. “It just reminds me of Japan...”

“Cool... So are you ready to play or what?” Tyler was definitely dressed for it. Black basketball shorts and a skin tight tank, his buff muscles prominent under the thin material.

He was on the shorter side, between Kise and Kuroko, skin pale and white with no trace of tan, blonde hair, curly and short. He wasn’t bad looking; crystal blue eyes and a tiny array of freckles on his nose but Taiga wasn’t interested.

“Yeah, just let me finish this first.”

Once his sandwich was devoured, banana milk waiting safely beside it, they started playing.

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Tyler was fast. So fast, Taiga was out of breath by the end of it. He almost couldn’t keep up. Almost. He still dominated the court and wiped the floor with the twerp’s ass but the fucker almost gave him a run for his money.

“God dammit...you sure you’re not…one of those…annoying fruit loops?”

“Fruit loops?” Tyler laughed and shook his head as Taiga collapsed on the grass and took a big chug of water. “Hell nah. But I am fruity.” He winked and the redhead chuckled, then made a face as the blonde boy bent down to grab his bottle, making a show of waving his ass teasingly in the air. “You referring to your miracle friends?”

“Yeah.” In the little time they’d known each other, Taiga hadn’t told Tyler his whole life story. Only bits and pieces, the Generation of damn Miracles being one them. He wasn’t surprised their household name hadn’t made it back to the states which kinda sucked but it gave Taiga the opportunity to brag about Daiki whenever he had the chance, to pretty much whoever would listen.

“Those little self destructive fucks.” His phone buzzed then and Taiga rolled his eyes and bit back a smile as he glanced down at the notification.

princess💙: no asshole send pic of kate upton

i heard she has the biggest rack

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Speak of the devil.

Kagz🍔: gonna cost u

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princess💙: obv

just send it

no mariah carey crap

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Kagz🍔: bullshit

just admit u have a thing for milfs

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princess💙: I FUCKING DON’T

Chuckling, Taiga put his phone down and stretched his sore muscles. He’d do it later.

“Hey, is that your boyfriend?”

Tyler was staring down at his phone, the screen lit up with another notification. Daiki was pouting up at them from his lock screen, face soft with sleep, dried drool on the corner or his mouth, Taiga’s favorite sight in the early hours of the morning.

“Uh, yeah.” Blushing, Taiga tried to grab it but Tyler was quick to snatch it and hold it closer so he could see.

“Oh my god, he’s a total trophy wife!”

“Ughh. Don’t give him that title. He doesn’t deserve that shit.” Despite his jabs, he smiled bigger, pride filling his chest. He loved when people commented on Daiki’s looks. As long as they didn’t try anything.

“He does though! It’s a total beauty and the beast type of relationship going on. I see you Shrek.”

Taiga looked at him so fast, his neck cracked. “Oi! Don’t fucking call me that! You wanna die?” He raised his fist to strike but Tyler dodged him with a laugh and a playful shove.

“Just let me decorate my coffin first. If I’m going down, I’m going in style.”

“Yeah with my fist up your fucking ass.” Completely missing the severity of his own statement, Taiga checked the time and stretched, throwing an arm over his head. “Come on. Let’s keep playing.”

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here, the idea is to use the graphic elements as textures on those prisms, to use those 3d meshes through a 2d viewport (with each instance mounted in the transparencies i cut out), and to swap out the hidden faces over the course of the play loop.

i am just as much in over my head with godot as i have been in trying to make money from building these fruity little quizzes, but it's one of those times where this crash test dummy smashes into the wall, crawls out and into another car, smashing *that* car into the wall, and repeating it until i figure out how to work the brakes.

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