#got kinda dark there for a sec but uh

[meazalykov]

filming

lena oberdorf x actress!reader

summary: while filming in london, you have a special guest visit you at work

you're standing on set, mentally exhausted but pushing through as you try to channel the villain you're playing. 

the heavy makeup, the dark clothes, everything about the character feels so different from who you are. it's been a long day, and while you're focused on your next scene, your thoughts keep drifting to lena, knowing she's in london too, playing against arsenal with wolfsburg in the champions league semi-final. 

you wish you could be there, but acting doesn’t exactly allow for last-minute trips across town.

"hey, can you turn around for a sec?" your costar says casually, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"uh, sure?" you respond, a little confused as you turn.

the sight that greets you makes your heart skip. lena's standing there, a playful smirk on her face, with sveindis right beside her. 

you blink, trying to register that they’re actually here, in the flesh, on your film set.

"what the hell?!" you exclaim, rushing over to them. "what are you doing here?"

lena chuckles, taking in your costume. "i had to see this for myself. my girlfriend, the horror villain. you look... terrifying, baby."

you laugh, rolling your eyes. "yeah, yeah, i know i look like i just crawled out of the underworld and the SFX makeup doesn’t make this any better. but it's just a character, promise. i'm still me under all this." 

"thank goodness," lena jokes, stepping closer and pulling you into a tight hug. "though, it kinda suits you."

"oh, shut up," you nudge her playfully, feeling a warmth settle in your chest at how easily she makes everything feel lighter. "i missed you."

"i missed you too," she murmurs, kissing your temple. 

you turn to sveindis, grinning. 

"and you! i can't believe you both came here. you know you’re my favorite of lena's friends, right?"

sveindis laughs, shaking her head. "i mean, i try."

"seriously though," you sigh, "i wish i could come to your game. it’s killing me that i can't be there."

"we know," lena says, her voice softening. "but you’re busy, and you're killing it here. we get it."

you nod, biting your lip. "yeah, but it still sucks."

"you'll see us in the final, though," sveindis adds confidently.

"damn right i will," you grin. "you better win."

"we'll try our best," lena says, squeezing your hand.

they don’t stay long, knowing you're in the middle of filming, but before they leave, lena gives you another quick hug, whispering, "i’m proud of you, you know that?"

"i'm proud of you too. now go crush arsenal," you whisper back, your heart swelling with love as they walk away.

you spend the rest of the day filming, but your mind keeps replaying the moment with lena, that grounding presence she always brings with her. 

when the director finally calls cut for the day, you’re exhausted but relieved to be done. 

as soon as you’re back in your trailer, you pull out your phone and check the score. wolfsburg won. 

you waste no time pulling out your phone to call lena. as soon as the ringing stops, you hear her excited voice on the other end.

“hey, baby! we did it!” she practically yells, and you can hear the noise of celebration in the background.

you can’t help but laugh, her energy contagious. “i saw! i’ve been dying over here, refreshing the score like a maniac.”

“you should’ve seen it,” lena says breathlessly, still riding the high of the win. “it was insane. poppi scored the winner, and everyone lost their minds!”

“i’m so proud of you,” you say softly, smiling to yourself. “i wish i could’ve been there.”

“don’t worry about it. you’re working hard too,” she reassures, though you can hear a little hint of longing in her voice.

“well,” you pause, biting your lip, “i’ve got news. i’m taking time off to come to eindhoven for the final. i’m gonna be there.”

there’s a beat of silence before you hear her gasp. “you’re serious?”

“of course! there’s no way i’m missing this. i’ll be in the stands, screaming my head off for wolfsburg.”

“oh my god,” lena breathes out, and you can practically see her smiling. 

“that’s... that’s amazing. i didn’t think you’d be able to make it.”

“well, i pulled some strings,” you tease, feeling a weight lift from your chest just knowing you’ll be there. 

you didn’t really need to pull any strings. the champions league game happens to fall on the week break that filming has. 

“and as soon as filming wraps for good, i’m coming back to germany. i promise we’ll have time again.”

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you,” lena says quietly, her voice soft now, intimate. 

“it’s been so hard with both of us being so busy.”

���i know,” you whisper, “but we’ll get through it. we always do.”

“god, i can’t wait to see you,” she says, the happiness in her voice clear as day. “it’s going to be perfect.”

“i can’t wait either,” you reply, heart swelling with love. “and hey, tell sveindis she’s still my favorite for scoring the last three games, okay?”

lena laughs, a sound that makes you feel like you’re home even though you’re still on set. 

“i’ll tell her. she’ll be so happy about it since she's a fan of yours.”

“awee,” you joke, leaning back in your chair. 

“you two better get some rest tonight. you’ve got a champions league final to win soon.”

“don’t worry,” lena says confidently, “we’ve got this. and knowing you’ll be there... that’s all the motivation i need.”

“i love you,” you say softly, letting the words settle between you.

“i love you too,” she replies, her voice warm and full of emotion. “see you soon, okay?”

“see you soon,” you echo, smiling to yourself as you hang up. 

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Just the Two of Us: Starry Night

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve stops by unexpectedly.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your phone buzzes again. You’ve been ignoring it. To you, it’s more a nuisance than a convenience. The only people calling want to sell you something and your work only emails. You get your assignments and you complete them. Simple as. 

You prefer simplicity. You’ve lived in chaos before and you hope you never do so again. Ironic to think you came to New York, then. Well, it’s easy to blend in there. 

You finally pull your eye away from the lens and check the screen. You hover your finger over dismiss before you read the ID. Steve? You tap ‘answer’. 

“Hey?” You utter, “what’s going on? It’s late?” 

“Ah, you know, bored,” he answers. 

“You’re bored so you’re calling me at nine?” You scoff. 

“What? Are you surprised the old man stays up past six?” He chuckles. The background noise is a garble of passing cars and a few honks. It all seems to echo dully. 

“No, I’m just...” 

“Busy?” He intones. 

“No. Just didn’t expect you to call.” 

“Ah, were you about to turn in? Bit early,” he turns the judgement on you. 

“I wish. Kinda restless.” You admit. “Wait, I thought you were out of town.” 

“Yeah, I just got back. Hey, do me a favour and tell me which one of these buildings is yours.” He says. 

You hesitate. Huh? Your silence leaves the line to drone. He says your name. 

“Where are you?” You ask. 

“I don’t know, that’s the problem.” 

“Aren’t you from New York?” You challenge. 

He sighs, “okay, let’s rephrase. I don’t know where you are.” 

Once more, you pause. You’re not exactly prepared for company. In fact, you’ve never let anyone else into your tiny apartment. On top of that, you’re huddled under a blanket on your balcony, in a pair of old sweats and an oversized cotton tee. 

“You’re coming here?” 

“Sure. Ah, come on, I’m wandering around. I’m starting to get looks from the creeps like I’m one of them,” he quips. 

“Alright,” you murmur and recite your address. “Buzz up. Code is 1147.” 

“Right, think I can handle that.” You hear scuffling on his end. “See ya soon.” 

The call cuts and you lower the phone. Steve is cool. Well, he is a hero. An Avenger. You don’t really get why he still hangs around. You’re lame. You’re just you. Yet here he is stopping by like an old friend from college. It’s strange, as you think of it, how abruptly he just barged in on your night, but he is the Cap, so what’s the big deal? 

You should be grateful. It’s been a while since you had a friend. Since you even had the choice to have one. 

You stand, careful not to knock into the telescope, and pull the blanket around your shoulders. You step into your apartment, brisk from the night air, and look around. You don’t have much, but enough. 

You clear off the futon and fold it up into a couch. The squeal of the metal hurts your ears and is capped off by the buzzer’s horrid drone. You go to answer, peering around your bachelor in dread. Why didn’t you think of it before? This place isn’t fit for Steve Rogers. 

“I’m here,” Steve chimes through the static. 

“Uh, yeah, er, are you sure—we could go somewhere?” You offer, even if you’re not in the mind to leave. 

“Nah, can I come up? Everything okay?” 

“It’s fine,” you assure him, “one sec.” 

You press the other button and your stomach flips. Great. That’s it then. He’ll see how you live and realise he’s too good for you. 

You wait by the door and peer through the peep hole. When you hear his footsteps from down the hall, you flip back the lock and look out around the wood. You wave to him as he approaches. 

“Oh my god,” you can’t help but exclaim he reaches you. He has a gash across his hairline. “What happened to you?” 

He frowns then reaches up to try to tug his hair over the cut. “It’s fine. It’ll be all healed up by the morning.” 

“The morning? That’s a nasty one.” 

“Yeah, well, the serum...” 

“Right, right,” you roll your eyes at yourself. How can you forget? 

“Well, you look cozy,” he smiles and gestures to you.  

You look down at the fringed edge of the blanket hugged around you. 

“Yeah, I was just outside.” 

“Really? In this weather?” He wonders. 

“Mhmm,” you hum. “I guess you wanna come in then.” 

“Ideally, yeah,” he snorts. 

“Okay, but uh, like, it’s pretty small so...” 

“Oh, don’t even worry about it. I’m used to small things. I was around in the 30s, you know? I’m sure I’ve seen worse,” he chuckles. “Besides, anything’s better than a foxhole.” 

You step back and nod. You never really forget who he is but you don’t always consider everything he’s done. Everything he’s been through. It makes you feel a little less cursed yourself. 

He steps inside and looks around. You see the twitch in his brow but nothing else. No reaction, but you’re certain he’s judging. 

“I told you--” 

“What were you doing outside?” He bowls over your embarrassment. 

“Um, looking at the stars.” 

“You can see them in this stuff,” he squints. 

“I have a telescope,” you close the door and he bends to untie his boots. 

“Really? So, it’s like a big thing for you. All professional and stuff.” 

“I just like to look,” you shrug. 

“That’s... cute. Interesting. Probably see more outside the city though,” he muses. 

“Probably,” you agree. “So, I don’t have much else going on. You want a hot chocolate or something? I was about to make some.” 

“Hot chocolate?” He echoes as he strides around the small space. “That sounds delicious.” 

“Just the cheap stuff,” you counter. 

“I don’t mind,” he turns his back to you and sits on the futon. It creaks perilously under his weight.  

He doesn’t seem bothered as his head tilts and he seems to stare at the papers stuck to your wall to form a haphazard star map. You cringe. You’re an uber nerd sometimes. He must think so. 

“You did that?” He asks as you dip around to the small kitchen, penned in with only a counter. 

“Uh, yeah. It’s just... It’s not very accurate I’m sure...” You mutter. 

“Still pretty interesting,” he leans forward, his arms on his knees. 

“I’m sure you’ve seen more interesting things,” you argue as you fill the kettle. “You don’t have to lie to me, Cap. Aren’t you supposed to be honest?” 

“I’m not Abe Lincoln,” he chuckles. “I’m being honest though. I like to draw too.” 

“It’s not really drawing.” You twist the stove knob as you put the kettle on the burner. “Just... making dots and lines.” 

“I don’t know. It’s still artistic in a way,” he says. 

“Alright,” you say doubtfully. “So, what has you so restless that you’re knocking down my door?” 

You come out to the front room, not that it’s very separate from everything else, and step up next to the couch. 

“Well, to be honest, my other friends are too busy for me these days. But also, I’m too busy for them. You’re more fun.” 

“Oh, fun? Hot chocolate and stars,” you shake your head. 

“Yes,” he insists as he looks up at you. “Can I see the telescope?” 

He stands up and you lean back on your heel. He’s a lot bigger up close. You tend to steer clear of others. You’ve never been very comfortable with proximity. 

“Uh, sure,” you back up, barely restraining your frantic nerves. “Sure, I’ll show you.” 

You sweep around the back of the couch, the blanket flapping against your back and go to the balcony. You sense him behind you. You step out and hold the door before he can catch up. He emerges and you turn your focus to the scope. It’s easier when you have a distraction and you could go on for hours about all the cool features of the one thing you splurged on in the whole place. 

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You Better Jump... (1 of 2)

neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈2.5k

Summary: You wake up after a drunk night out to the lock on your door broken. The neighbor who lives in the same apartment complex as you offers to fix it for you.

Warnings: canon divergent (no outbreak) & mentions of Sarah but we don't see or interact with her (AU - she moved out, lives on her own). allusions to further sexual activity between reader and Joel, mainly fluff and flirting and embarrassing interactions that'll give you butterflies, an unhinged best friend (vulgar dialogue from said best friend), cellphone audio connecting elsewhere where other people can hear..., 18+ MDNI. F masturbation in a bathtub, Joel having incredible self control until he doesn't, making out... (I think that's it! As always, let me know if there's anything I missed that should be in here!)

Author's note: I intended for this to be a one shot, but I just know the next part will be pretty long. I still need to write up a few more details for part 2, but it will be posted VERY SOON! For now, please enjoy this. :)

PART 2 HERE (VERY NSFW, 18+ MDNI)!! || MASTERLIST

“Shit, I don’t even know which lock to get,” you mutter to yourself as you stand helplessly in the middle of the aisle. 

You went to the bar last night, got a little too drunk for your own good, and when you woke up in the morning, your front door’s lock was broken. You genuinely don’t know how that happened, but you do know that you need to fix it as soon as possible, especially with the fact that you just moved in not too long ago and you live alone. 

“Hey there,” a rough Texan drawl says, pulling you out of your thoughts. You look up to see a tall, broad man. Soft, brown eyes, a mustache and some scruff along his jawline. He’s clad in a dark blue t-shirt and some jeans. He’s handsome, and oh god, you’ve been completely gawking at him instead of responding. You finally meet his stare, and his eyes twinkle in delight, like he’s enjoying the attention you’re giving him. “Oh, hi, uh- I’m sorry, just kinda zoned out there for a sec,” you ramble on, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment. 

“Oh,” he chuckles, “don’t worry about that.” He smiles, and you’ve never experienced anything more beautiful. “I, uh, couldn’t help but recognize ya, and overhear ya about the locks?” You give a confused look, and he continues, “I think we live in the same apartment complex. You just moved in a few weeks ago, right? I’m Joel.” 

You are seriously so confused right now because you are so sure you would never forget if you had a neighbor that looks this handsome. And apparently all your defenses are down right now because you just fucking said that out loud. 

You can see Joel’s cheeks and neck flush into a bright red, his hand shooting up to rub the back of his neck and the blush in your face follows. “Holy shit, I did not just fucking say that out loud,” you groan as you bury your hands into your face. You realize you still haven’t introduced your name, so you quickly squeak it out. He tells you it’s nice to meet you followed by your name, and he rambles on, “And I, uh, I’m flattered...you’re, uh, not too bad yourself.” Your head shoots up, and you swear your face cannot get even redder, but somehow it does. 

He senses that you can’t handle anymore of this god awful attempt at flirting, so he saves you by continuing his original thought. “Well, what I was tryna say was- I overheard you sayin’ ya didn’t know which lock to choose? I’m pretty handy in the maintenance department, and I’ve helped a few neighbors in our complex with much more complicated than door locks. Maybe I can help ya?” You feel all the stress from your body completely fade away, and you absolutely take advantage of this beautiful man offering to help with your locks. 

“Oh my god, really? I owe you one, thank you so so much,” you tell him. He smiles. “It’s no trouble at all, darlin,’” he says as he grabs the correct lock for the apartment complex, “this is the one we’d need.” 

All you came here for was for the lock, but you ended up staying with him and having conversation throughout his entire Home Depot run. Turns out he’s a contractor, used to live in a home but since his daughter moved out he doesn’t find the necessity of having a big home for himself. He didn’t sell it though, he let his brother and his wife take it over. Very minimalist kind of guy. 

You forget you two didn’t drive to the store together, so you’re almost kind of bummed at the fact that you have to separate from him. He bids you goodbye and says he has to run a few more errands. “Shouldn’t be more than an hour or two. Is it okay if I swing by your place then?” 

You’ve been so entranced by his presence and your guys’ conversation that you forgot the entire reasoning behind why you began talking in the first place, and it’s heavily evident in your confused look. His lip quirks up again, “…to fix your door lock,” he adds, amused. 

You mentally slap your forehead. Fucking get it together, you think to yourself. “Yes,” you immediately blabber out as soon as you realize you’ve gone quiet again. “Yes, that’s perfect.” 

“Alright, darlin’, I’ll see you in a few,” he says as he shoots you a wink and begins walking in the direction of his truck, and there goes that nickname again. 

Oh, you are absolutely fucked.

✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It’s a ten minute drive back home, and as soon as you get back in the car, you call your best friend and tell her what an absolute fool you made out of yourself. 

“BITCH,” she screams, gasping for air at how hard she’s laughing, “I can’t fucking stand you, oh my god, I’m crying.” 

“You’re such a bitch,” you tell her, while tears are also streaming down your face, attempting to catch your breath. “Dude, I swear, once you get a good look at him, you’ll see what the fuck I’m talking about, and you’ll see my reaction was VALID to such a beautiful looking man.” 

She stays on the phone with you for the rest of your little drive, and ends your guys’ conversation with, “In all seriousness, though, you better jump on that di-”

You gasp out and yell her name, “OH MY GOD, you’re done. Goodbye.” 

She cackles, “Update me later, babe. I love you.” 

“I love you more, you fuckin’ menace,” you say as you park. 

✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Your next few hours are filled with you absolutely stressing. You know Joel is just coming to fix the door, but you can’t shake away the nerves. So you spend the first hour absolutely deep cleaning your apartment. 

You still have about maybe an hour left, so you decide to try and calm your nerves some more with a quick bath. You quickly undress and give yourself a quick wash in the shower to wash all of today’s dirt before you set up your bath. 

Filling up the tub, you throw in some lavender scented bubbles and light your favorite cashmere vanilla candle, the combination of the scents immediately relaxing you. Maybe a little too relaxed, though, because as you sink deeper into the tub, your body can’t help but continue to rise in heat at the thought of Joel. Without thinking, your eyes slowly close and your hand drifts closer to where you’re aching the most. 

You start by drawing soft circles on your clit, pulling soft little mewls from your throat. The thought of those big rough hands pushes you to move a little faster, and the thought of that scruff rubbing against your inner thigh pushes you to dip your middle and ring finger into your entrance, pumping in and out with such a need you haven’t experienced in a while. The sounds coming out of you now are high pitched and whiny, and you can’t help the way your body writhes against the bathtub, sloshing water out the sides. 

Your hips are grinding up against your palm, stimulating your clit while your fingers hit that velvety spot that drives you absolutely mad. You bring your other hand up to your mouth as a reflex to silence your sounds, but an image flashes in your mind that it was Joel’s hand over your mouth instead, and that’s what ends you. 

Your eyes clamp shut, head thrown back, spine completely arched, and all you can see are little white fireworks behind your eyelids as your orgasm breaks you, the lukewarm water feeling hotter than when you first drew the bath. 

You sit there for a moment to catch your breath, willing your body to work since the man you just touched yourself to should be here in any minute. 

You dry yourself off, putting your hair up in a towel and dressing in some gray sweat-shorts and a tank top, not caring to completely doll your figure since he’s in your home after all. Right as you finish up your skincare, you hear a knock at your door. You take one more look at yourself, and you’re still absolutely flushed with a hint of that orgasmic glow, but you can’t bring yourself to care. If he can make you cum like that with just the thought of him, you’re absolutely gonna take your best friend’s advice from earlier. 

✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You open the door for him and immediately the heat you tried to save yourself from is back, tenfold. “Hey, darlin’,” he says with a smile. The nickname makes the butterflies in your tummy flutter harder than before. You give a sweet smile back. It’s his turn to melt, but you don’t clock it as easily as he can with you. 

He steps inside, a little closer to you, and immediately he falls to his knees. You watch him, wide-eyed, as he pulls out a few little tools from his back pocket, and suddenly you realize you were holding your breath. Here he is, wasting no time getting started on fixing your door for you while you stare at him like he’s giving you a strip tease, all because he got down on his knees. 

You clear your throat, trying to regain your composure, and you offer, “C-can I get you anything to drink? Water, coffee, tea?” 

He looks up at you, and he cannot get enough. Your flushed cheeks, the way your body language shows your excitement and nerves all in one, your towel lopsided on your head. So goddamn beautiful, he thinks to himself. Again, it’s his turn as he zones out in his thoughts, but this time, you do notice, and you can’t help but feel a sense of confidence shoot down your spine at the fact that you’re affecting him just as much as he affects you. 

Your smirk grows the longer he stares, and finally he realizes what’s happening, and his face goes tomato red. He’s pretty sure no one has ever seen him blush this much since he was a teenager. “Some water would be wonderful, sweetheart, thank you,” he says, thanking whatever God in existence that his words were coherent and not a blubbering mess like his brain. 

“Coming right up,” you say, and make your way into your kitchen, thankful for the little private moment to yourself. As you grab Joel a cup and fill it with ice and water, you feel your phone ring in your pocket. It’s your best friend. You bring your phone to your ear, hitting the answer button on the way up. 

“Hello?” you repeat several times before you hear your best friend, but not through your phone. Forgetting the water for a minute, you scramble to the living room, where Joel is right next to, to hear your best friend coming from your living room speaker: Hello? Can you hear me?? I said did you jump on sexy neighbor’s dick ye-

You hurriedly end the call and throw your phone across the room. Your heart starts to pound even harder when you see Joel in your peripheral view, still working hard on the lock, but he is definitely in the proximity to have seen and heard everything. You quickly turn back to the kitchen to grab the glass, purposely avoiding Joel’s eye.

Quickly you grab the glass and place it on the little table near the front door. Joel sits back on his haunches for a moment and takes a long gulp of the ice cold water. Too amused at the display that happened moments ago, he can’t help himself when he says, “So… sounds like ya got your hands full with that friend of yours, hm?” He looks up at you with mischief in his eye. 

And just like that, any sense of confidence you had at having the upper hand over this Texan man went down the drain. You completely fumble. “Oh- I- yeah, my best friend… Did you hear- Fuck, no, of course you heard, I-” 

Joel pulls himself up to stand at full height, now towering over you. He brings his pointer finger and thumb to your chin, pulling you to meet his eyes while also pulling you from the hole you keep digging deeper. You immediately shut up. He has a crooked grin plastered on his face when he says, “I didn’t hear a thing,” followed by a wink. You can feel your knees wanting to buckle. You breathily squeak out an okay and he assures you with another okay in response. You two stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before Joel, without thinking, says, “Let me take ya out to dinner.” 

You slowly pull away from his grasp, afraid you’re invading his space even though he just asked you out on a date. He takes it as a sign of discomfort and immediately creates an arm’s length of space between you. “I-I’m sorry if I overstepped or made you uncomfor-” 

“No, Joel, hey,” you cut him off quickly, stepping slightly closer. “You just surprised me, that’s all. I’d love to go to dinner with you,” you beam up at him, your bottom lip wedged in your mouth to ease your nervousness. “I just pulled away because I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything,” you quickly add. 

“That’ll never happen,” he softly says. He steps closer again. “I’m sorry, but I- Shit, okay, I’m a gentleman through and through, but I-” he pauses for a moment, “I just- I really need to kiss you-” 

You don’t let him finish his thought as you grab onto his arms and pull him into you, guiding both his arms around your lower back and guiding your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. It’s a battle of teeth and tongue, and the way your noses bump each other ever so often is enough for you to completely buckle. His hold on you is tight enough to keep you standing, but you truly don’t know how much more of this you can take with a certain bulge pushing into your lower belly. His one hand falls lower and testing the waters, he lightly grasps onto your asscheek. You moan into his mouth at that, and he takes that as your signal for him to fully grab you, hiking you up onto your tippy toes in an attempt to consume more of you. He breaks the kiss a little to give you some airflow back, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he brings his kisses to the side of your mouth, to your cheek, gliding down your jaw and neck, licking and nipping anywhere you give him access to. 

You were right. It’s not quite exactly your thighs like you were imagining earlier, but the way his plump lips, mustache, and scruff feel along your neck is absolutely sinful and addicting, and…

Oh, you are absolutely fucked. 

Author's note - extended: I hope you guys enjoyed this enough to tune in to part 2! The 2nd part will be very SMUTTY, so... ;)

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Could I get lee!dabi and ler!hawks for day 28? <3

TickleTober Day 28 - Spooked

~Ehehe my bois! These two will always be one of my favorite ships to write; it’s so fun with their dialogue! Been a hot sec, so I’m sticking to the character attributes I remember. Dabi’s got his black hair and patchwork chest, and Hawks has his wings. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Summary: Dabi decides to spook his boyfriend with a “harmless” prank. Hawks doesn’t appreciate his sense of humor, teaching the crispy-fried villain a lesson he won’t soon forget.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“I’m home, Dabs!” Hawks bumped his hip against the janky door of the villain’s apartment, sighing as it stuck once again. He’d really have to get on his ass about moving in with him…

“Uh…why’s it so dark?” The winged hero felt like he was talking to himself as he looked around, fumbling for the light switch. It was in such a weird place; he could never find it, and that was with the lights on.

A thump sounded from Dabi’s room, making Hawks’s eyes narrow. That wasn’t normal…

Two feathers came off his wings, hovering beside him as he slowly approached the door. He was in full hero-mode, the familiar feeling of adrenaline creeping into his veins almost putting him at ease.

When he reached the door, he sent the feathers towards the thumping noise, only to find them…sticking out of the top of a Roomba. A very sad and confused little Roomba that kept bumping into the wall, hence the thumping.

“What the fu-”

“AAAUGH!”

Hawks let out his own scream at the deep-throated howl that came from behind him, whirling around to strike the offender. His wrist was easily caught, though instead of a bullet to the ribs or stab to the heart, he was met by the cheeky grin of his boyfriend.

“Ha! Holy fuckin’ shit, birdy! I didn’t think it’d get you that bad!” Dabi’s teeth were showing in an uncharacteristically gleeful smile, his eyes glowing with amusement. “Thought you hero types were supposed to be brave and all that.”

“You…” The blonde’s brain took a moment to catch up, the adrenaline in his system still addling his thoughts. Dabi had turned out the lights, set the Roomba, and… “You asshole! What if I’d stabbed you?!”

“But you didn’t. Actually, you stabbed the Roomba. Poor lil’ guy.” Dabi nudged the thing with his foot, watching as it shifted back and forth on the carpet. Hawks had definitely damaged it, but hadn’t completely broken it. It was just stuck in a sad little shuffle.

“I didn’t mean to- since when did you have a Roomba?” Hawks asked incredulously, looking around the apartment. The floor was kinda clean for once, save for the random shirt or sock here and there.

“Found it.” Dabi snickered at the look that earned him. “What, the guy was a dick! He was scammin’ people the whole morning.”

“Damn it, Dabi,” Hawks sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. No matter how terrible of a person the guy was, he shouldn’t have been stolen from. Unfortunately, the machine wasn’t exactly in peak condition anymore. “Can’t really return it now…”

“Oh no, so sad.” Dabi’s monotone snark really let Hawks know he regretted his actions. Not. “You should’ve seen your face, Keigo. Adorable~”

“Proud of yourself, are you?” Hawks’s voice dropped an octave, making Dabi’s grin falter slightly. Maybe he’d gone a little far, but…well, he really didn’t regret it. It was fun as hell to spook him.

“Yep. I always knew you were a chicken~”

Oho, that’s it, you shithead!

Hawks lunged at his boyfriend, making the man jump back. He landed on his bed, the bird quickly jumping down on top of him. After a quick tousle, the winged hero had him pinned, a dangerously playful glare on his face.

“Damn! You really are an adrenaline junkie, ain’t ya?” Dabi smirked up at him, puffing his chest out a bit. Even when he was stuck beneath someone, he managed to dominate the situation.

“Shut up.” The tone of his lover’s voice immediately shut him up, leaving the burnt boy blinking in surprise. Hawks shifted, forcing the man’s arms above his head. “You like laughing at me so much? Try laughing at yourself.”

“H-hey, Keigo, wait a min- GRK!” Dabi jolted as the winged hero targeted his navel, immediately attacking the unburned area that he knew damn well was ticklish as hell. The man lasted a grand total of five seconds before he broke.

“FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!” The villain thrashed and tugged on his arms, trying to get free of his boyfriend’s evil grip. He was really regretting wearing such a thin shirt…

“We could’ve just cuddled when I got home, but noooo. Someone had to be a little asshole and scare me.” Hawks didn’t stop the scolding as he tickled him, leaning in so the ravenette could hear him over his own laughter. “You brought this on yourself.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” His taunt stomach quivered as he laughed, sure to be sore later during training. He really didn’t have a good comeback for the man; he wasn’t wrong, but there was no way Dabi was gonna admit it.

“No thanks. You learn best when you’re forced to.”

A thought popped into Hawks’s mind, making him smirk. Teaching him was a good idea, actually. He lifted his hand from the man’s stomach, instead sending two feathers to trace along his collarbones. Dabi’s unruly laughter slowly died down to airy giggles at the tactic change, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions, babe. Try not to get them wrong.” Hawks flexed his fingers menacingly before speaking again, the feathers never stopping their gentle teasing. “Is it okay to steal from someone, even if they’re being a dick?”

“I-ihihin the rihight cihircumstahance, yeheah.” Dabi answered with his honest opinion, knowing it would piss the bird boy off. He was digging his own grave, but he was doing it with style. At least, he felt like he was.

“Bzzzt! Wrong, jackass. The correct answer was ‘No, beautiful, it’s not.’” Hawks dug his fingers back in as he made the buzzer noise, giving Dabi’s navel a good knead.

“C-COHOHOCKY BAHASTAHARD!” Dabi arched his back off the bed, though he was quickly pushed back down by Hawks’s elbow. He really wasn’t playing around…

After a nice two-minute penalty, Hawks tried asking a different question. “Let’s try this one. Is it okay to scare the living daylights out of our boyfriends who take down bad guys for a living?”

Dabi bit his lip as he giggled, panting slightly. It would be in his best interest to answer wisely, but… Well, Hawks didn’t lose control often. He wanted to see what would happen if he pushed that little bit too far.

“Hehell yeah. Ehespecially whehen thehey’re adohohorable lihittle chihicken- GYAAAAHAHAHA!”

The smug retort was cut off by a loud and ridiculous sound. Hawks blew a raspberry – a fucking raspberry – on his navel, nearly sending the burnt man into silent laughter. Curse his damn sensitivity!

Just to really make sure the lesson made it through his boyfriend’s thick head, Hawks blew a few more little ones across his stomach. By the time he was done, the unburned crests of Dabi’s cheeks were practically glowing with a blush, his eyes half-lidded. Hawks thought it was beautiful, taking a mental snapshot.

“One more chance.” The feathers resumed their tracing, swooping across the spent man’s collarbones once again. The sleepy giggles nearly made Hawks melt, but he held strong. “Was it a good idea to scare me like that, especially when you had to steal to do it?”

“N-nohohoho…” Dabi’s resolve had been thoroughly broken, his weary body lying still as the feather grazed across his skin. It was actually sort of relaxing, the soft compared to the rough.

“There ya go. Good job,” Hawks cooed, petting his exhausted boyfriend’s head as he settled down. If he were fully awake, Dabi would no doubt be taking his revenge; he wasn’t, though, his clingy side showing with the grogginess.

Dabi wrapped his arms loosely around Hawks as the man lied down, nuzzling his face into his soft hair. It smelled faintly of his vanilla shampoo, though he was much too tired to tease him about the scent. Instead, he sighed and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his lover seep into his bones. A moment later, he felt Hawks’s wings extend, draping over them like a weighted blanket. So tired…

“Love you, KFC…”

“Love you too, you burnt chicken nuggie.”

[vorfreudevortex]

a portrait of us - eleven

a nanami x reader smau

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warnings: mentions of death/suicide/blood (reader talks about suguru and yu), vomit (kinda?), and HELLA angst

notes: 1.7k words... got carried away and lowkey forgot this was an smau for a sec lmao so... tl;dr - they smooch :*

“nanami…” you finally managed to whisper, barely more than a breath.

he offered a small smile with a slight tilt of his head. the nerves in your stomach fluttered wildly. his lips parted slowly before he spoke, his voice velvety and deep.

“it’s… been a while… hasn’t it?”

you swallowed thickly and responded to him with a silent nod.

“…this painting, i-i can’t believe it. it’s magnificent. they all are.”

“thank you,” you said hoarsely. the two of you didn’t dare take your eyes off each other.

“congratulations,” he gently held out the bouquet for you. “you have always been utterly exceptional.” you slowly took the golden flowers into your arms and pressed your lips together.

“i… i have so much to say to you,” you finally blurted out.

there was a moment of quiet.

“me as well.”

you glanced down at the flowers, head lowered, eyes threatening to spill with tears. you frowned.

“nanami, i am so, so sorry.”

“you have absolutely nothing to apologize for.”

“i have everything to apologize for,” you shook your head.

“can-” his teeth fumbled with his bottom lip for a moment, anxious and scared. “would you like to talk about… everything?”

without hesitation, you found yourself nodding your head. the tears began to silently slide down your cheeks.

“when?” he breathed.

“now, tonight,” you sputtered. “if you can. if you’d like.”

“please,” he whispered.

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you stood at the window of your hotel room, looking out at the city’s lights. you harshly wrung and fiddled with your clammy hands, still in your dress and makeup, high heels desperately kicked off as soon as you had entered the room.

it was almost midnight, but you were wide awake. your mind reeled in anxiety. you were here, you were together once again. the thought of what all you might say to him made your body buzz, so much it felt numb.

nanami had promised to meet you at your hotel after the museum’s driver had dropped you off. you were worried he would forget your room number, he hadn’t written it down. you didn’t know that that number and your face were the only things cycling through his brain as he shakily left.

a soft knocking at the door made you jump and stumble across the room to answer the door. you paused as your fingers rested on the handle. you filled your lungs with a deep, trembling breath and opened the door.

“hi.”

“hello,” he smiled, and stepped into the room.

it was quiet except for the low volume of the tv as you sat on the edge of the bed and nanami turned away to remove his blazer, laying it over the back of a chair. it revealed dark, worn leather straps of a harness that were attached to his dress pants, and a wrapped cleaver in the center of his broad back.

“oh,” you accidentally let out upon seeing the knife. he quickly turned his head to you as he finished removing the straps and resting the knife gently on the hotel desk.

“what is it?”

“your cleaver,” you cheeks flushed. “i didn’t, uh, expect to see it. and the harness and everything, i-i just didn’t know…”

“i needed something that would be more efficient than carrying it on my shoulder, just shortly after you went home,” he explained, taking something from the inner pocket of his blazer and slowly sitting down next to you on the bed. “i… thought i’d give this back to you since you’ve returned.”

you noticed his fingers trembling as he put a familiar roll of thick cloth in your hands. your let out a small gasp as you realized what it was. your stomach tumbled as you fumbled to unroll it, revealing a large sable paintbrush with a heavy, gold metallic handle.

long ago, you had wielded this brush to exorcise cursed spirits. you felt nanami’s eyes boring into you as you lifted from the case. the touch flooded your senses with distant memories and nightmares. as you tightly gripped the cool metal, you bit your lip and choked out a sob.

“kento…” you cried without thinking. kento, convinced he would never hear you say it again, squeezed his fist at the use of his first name. the words started to pour like vomit out of your mouth.

“i am s-so sorry. i-i don’t know what happened, i was thinking too much and not at all. satoru, suguru, the star plasma vessel… it changed everything. suguru was so… so-i thought he was going to kill himself. do you remember? i was so worried b-but he said he was fine every time i tried to bring it up, everyone else…”

you were choking, gasping for air through your heavy sobs, still gripping the paintbrush. kento silently, gently reached over and wrapped his hands over yours. he didn’t speak and you didn’t dare look at him as you caught your breath.

“satoru told me th-that he died. he became a curse user and died, just last year. and yu…”

you heaved as kento’s hands tightened against yours at the mention of his friend.

“it should have been me. w-why did he protect me? why didn’t you- no, i myself should’ve stopped him. it hurts, k-kento. it fucking hurts. i couldn’t bear to look anyone in the eyes, knowing his blood on my face was because of my own actions. i couldn’t bear to see him with a sheet over his face in the m-morgue. i couldn’t bear to see you in pain because of me. i couldn't take it anymore, it hurt so badly, so i just ran. i should’ve b-been there for you, kento. but i just started running and running and when i had come back to m-myself i was so confused and realized i was on a plane-”

kento removed the brush from your hands and moved closer to you. you gasped for more air as he returned his hands to yours, fully engulfing them in his own now.

“you… you’re not at fault for them,” he whispered painfully.

“but i am, kento!” you cried, your tears falling down onto his hands. “it was me that yu died to protect. it was me that took your best friend away. it was me that inspired s-suguru to leave. it was me that helped him realize that his tragedies were because of c-civilians. it was all me. it’s all my fault.”

“it was their own decisions,” he said softly, firmly.

“i-i shouldn’t have left. i shouldn’t have left you. i hate myself for the way i went about it. i… i’ve thought about you constantly since that day. i wanted to reach back out to you so badly, but i just knew that you h-hated me and i couldn’t bring myself to do it. by the time i thought you may not be angry of me anymore, it had been years. i knew that you had moved on or forgotten, b-but i just so pathetically have held onto you. i replay our days together in my head all the time. i know i can’t say anything that could possibly make things right again…”

kento stayed silent, still processing your words. the words that he had yearned for you to say to him for a decade. his heart trembled at the thought that, just like himself, you had never forgotten him.

you didn’t even notice he was speechless. the years of love and agony finally coming to a head made words tumble thoughtlessly, almost foolishly, out of your mouth.

“i think of you every time i hold a brush. i-i’ve sketched and painted countless pieces of you, trying to hold on to the image of your face. if it’s not you, i ask myself what you would think of it anyways. i can’t help but put pieces of you in e-everything i create. kento… you’ve always been my muse. for every line and stroke i’ve ever painted, our love is in every canvas i’ve ever touched. i… i just…”

you trailed off, breathless, the thoughtless ramble finally losing steam. you didn’t know what to say anymore and realized you had cried yourself dry. you stared at kento’s calloused hands that firmly grasped yours.

it was silent, until you finally heard him thickly swallow.

“and yet,” his voice was rough and raspy. “you couldn’t even say goodbye?”

his words were not harsh. they were mournful, full of grief. you finally looked up at him, you faces just inches apart. his jaw was clenched and he fearlessly stared straight into you with red, teary eyes. you nod.

“you haunt me, kento. every night when i fall asleep i think of all of my regrets, all of them are of the reasons i should have stayed. and all of the reasons are you.”

“i never blamed you. i never hated you,” kento said softly as his trembling fingers reached up to gently hold the side of your face. you eyes fluttered at his touch.

“i needed you. i cried for you. i spent hours lying on your empty dorm room bed, imagining that i was brave enough to chase after you. but even a decade later, you never stopped appearing in my dreams. you never stopped making me smile at the thought of the love we shared… you never stopped being my darling.”

you smiled and let out a small sigh. although you had desperately hoped that he didn’t despise you, you never thought you’d hear kento truly say it. his other hand lifted to your cheek and held your head in place as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

“i missed you,” he whispered. your heart began to race when you felt the warmth of his lips being so close to yours.

“kento…” you breathed.

his name falling from your tongue was all kento needed to let himself pull you closer and finally kiss you. the feeling was so familiar it made his heart ache.

it was gentle, knowing. it was passionate, desperate. kento’s body yearned for more, but pulled away slowly after just one kiss.

his thumbs caressed your flushed cheeks as he took in the smile that stretched across your face and gleaming eyes. you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head in the crook of his neck. kento placed gentle hands on your waist and rested his chin against your hair.

“please stay,” you shyly muttered.

“you couldn’t possibly make me leave, darling.”

next: part twelve

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spoiled pink pt.1 .ᐟ jenson button

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a/n: holy crap chat it's been a sec, school started back up and i've been STRESSING tryna get these chapters done and keep up with school 😭 yes i did decide to include david, however he is just a father figure/friend to chloe, kinda like seb and michael vibes. pt. 2 will be up as soon as possilble ! 👍🏻

word count: 1.1k

no warnings for this chapter 💌

February 25, 2023 (2:26 p.m.)

The early morning mist hovered over Loch Ness, adding an ethereal quality to the landscape as Jenson, David, and Chloe arrived to set off on their hike. They had planned this hike for months.

“Okay so, plan is: Loch Centre to Loch View” Chloe stood on a tree stump, pointing at the map they had collected from the Centre.

Jenson nodded, looking at the map on his phone for the estimated time.

“Hun, that’s like 3 hours.” DC spoke, shaking his head as he looked at the time with Jenson.

“Hey, you can back out, old man.” she teased.

DC threw his hands up in surrender, “No, no. I promised a hike, we’ll hike… but you do realise we have to come back right?”

“Well duh.” she jumped down off the stump, grabbing her bag from the car and throwing it on her back.

Jenson and David exchanged glances before grabbing their own bags. Jenson chuckled as she walked off, “Chlo, wait up!”

She groaned and turned around, “Why?”

“Cause we know you, you’ll get lost.”

“Nuh-uh, I have a map.” she held up the map, pointing to the two checkpoints she had highlighted.

As they began their hike, the path was serene and inviting. The early morning sun began to burn off the mist, revealing a landscape of rolling hills and dense forests. The trail wandered along the edge of the Loch, offering breathtaking views at every turn. Chloe took the lead, setting a brisk pace, while David and Jenson followed, each finding their own rhythm.

The two men chatted and laughed as they walked. Chloe, meanwhile, was engrossed in her surroundings, stopping frequently to snap photos of the Loch's glassy surface and the mist-clad hills.

“Having fun, love?” Jenson, smiled as he watched her snap a few more pictures.

“Mhm.. I might paint this later.”

“Of course you will.” David chuckled.

(5:54 p.m.)

As the day wore on, the weather began to change. Dark clouds gathered over the Loch, and a light drizzle started to fall.

Chloe, though initially disappointed, saw the opportunity for some unique and dramatic shots, her camera clicking away as the rain left ripples on the Loch's surface. Although, Jenson and David were much less enthused about getting wet.

“You’ve got to be joking.” Jenson grumbled.

DC groaned adjusting his jacket around himself, “Come on.”

“Oh my gods, you two act like a little bit of water is gonna kill you.”

“This wasn’t exactly in the plans, Chlo.” Jenson protested.

Chloe giggled, “We aren’t that far from the View, Jense, I think there’s a little castle we can stay in until it passes.”

“Castle?” DC asked, visibly puzzled.

“Yeah, I think it’s called the Urquhart Castle or something like that.”

“Leave it to the Queen of the Nerds to know the name of a castle in the middle of no where.” Jenson teased.

Within 10 minutes, they reached a scenic overlook that offered a panoramic view of Loch Ness and the surrounding landscape. The rain had stopped, leaving behind a fresh, earthy scent. They paused to take in the view, each lost in their own thoughts. Jenson marveled at the majesty of the Loch, David took a moment to appreciate the tranquility, and Chloe was busy composing the perfect shot of the sun breaking through the clouds.

(8:09 p.m.)

As they walked the hike back, the weather cleared, and a rainbow arched over the Loch, casting a magical glow over the scene. They reached the end of the trail just as the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the water. Exhausted but exhilarated, they sat together, sharing a simple meal of sandwiches and fruit.

“Well that was tiring.. but fun!” Chloe squeaked.

”Very tiring.” Jenson chimed.

“Remind me to never go on a hike with Chloe again.” DC groaned as he stuffed his face with a ham sandwich.

“It’s not my fault you’re old.” Chloe sighed, beginning to eat some strawberries.

“But it IS your fault that we walked 3 hours there and back.”

“You’re still alive, yeah?”

“Barely.” DC and Jenson replied at the same time, in the same tone, causing Chloe to giggle.

As they watched the sun dip below the horizon, Chloe snapped one last photo, capturing the three friends silhouetted against the fading light. They shared a quiet moment of contentment, each reflecting on the day's adventures and the memories they had created together.

(9:38 p.m.)

After the long day, Jenson and Chloe finally arrived home. Chloe taking a shower and settling into some comfy pjs, which in reality was just on our Jenson’s t-shirts and a pair of boxers.

The two set about preparing a simple dinner— vodka pasta with some garlic bread Chloe had made earlier that week. They exchanged smiles and quiet laughter as they worked together, the comfort of their routine mingling with the satisfaction of a day well spent.

They ate slowly, savouring the flavours and each other’s company. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by the occasional sip of red wine and the occasional sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside.

Afterward, they moved to the porch, where they sat in wooden rocking chairs. The stars were brilliant against the dark sky, and they talked softly about constellations and Chloe explaining their origin stories, their voices blending with the sounds of the night—crickets chirping, the distant call of an owl.

Chloe pointed up to the Orion constellation, “That one is one of my favourites.”

Jenson would follow her finger in the night sky, ”Which one is it?”

“Orion.’

“There a backstory?”

Chloe would shift giving him a dumbfounded look, “Everything has a backstory, Jense.”

“Well.. I suppose so. Can I hear it?”

“Orion was a really good hunter, son of a Gorgon and Poseidon, who angered mother Earth, Gaia, by boasting he could kill all animals.��Gaia sent a scorpion to attack Orion, leading to the placement of Scorpius and Orion never being visible together. Ophiuchus intervened, saving Orion with an antidote which cause Ophiuchus to be positioned between Scorpius and Orion in the sky.. in Greek mythology anyways, there are tons of stories.”

Jenson looked at her, slightly impressed that she could just spat all of that without a second thought, “Woah.”

“The Finns refer to Orion's belt and the stars below it as "Väinämöinen's scythe" and the asterism of Alnilam, Alnitak, and Mintaka as "Väinämöinen's Belt. The stars hanging from the belt are known as ‘Kaleva's sword.’”

Jenson gave her a look of genuine confusion, “Since when do the Finns have mythology..?!”

“Since.. forever?”

Jenson chuckled pulling her closer to him, “Sometimes I forget you’re such a dork.”

Chloe gasped, “I am not a dork! …I’m a nerd.”

Jenson laughed softly, “Is there a difference?”

As the evening wore on, they fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts but content in the shared quiet. The world outside felt distant and unimportant, replaced by the simple joy of being together. They leaned into each other, finding warmth and solace in the gentle closeness of the night.

thank you for reading, darlings ! remember to like and reblog ! i’ll give u a smooch if u do, luv u all !

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Dark: washing his hands, turns around to grab a towel, but sees a babyfied Second with a gun in hand

Second, who drank a potion that made him physically a baby just to make the prank: ah! :D

Dark: ... that's a baby with a gun. A BABY. WITH A GUN.

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Dark: I'm calling the others. They hung up.

Dark: inhale IT'S A BABY WITH A GUN.

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Dark: comfort eating eats a donut, then spits it out that's just sugar-

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Dark: awww, it's a baby with a gun!

Second: trying not to laugh out loud

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Dark: BABY WITH A GUN- throws an empty bowl

Second: O-O

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Dark: WHO SENT YOU?! WAS IT CHOSEN?! FINE I'LL BUY HIM A NEW BOOK-

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Dark, checking his phone: my insurance covers babies with guns? Surprised oh, really?

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Dark, perched on the kitchen's counter: GET OUT.

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Dark: takes out Second's pen how about we trade?? Gives Second the pen and takes the gun I'll give you this, and you'll give me that. Now isn't that bet-

Second: uses the pen to draw another, albeit more cartoonish, gun

Dark: oh.

Dark: I'm really stupid.

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Dark: points the gun at Second OH. NOT SO NICE, ISN’T IT? NO, UH?! I'M A MAN WITH A GUN, WHAT ARE YOU!? YOU'RE A BABY WITH A GUN, YOU'RE NOTHING!

Second: fake tears intensifies

Dark: h-

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Dark: I'm sorry, that was mean. You don't deserve that, you're young. Gives his gun back to Second just take mine-

Dark:

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Dark: cover his face with his hands oh, now it's a baby with two guns.

Second: :)

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Dark: WHERE’S THE BABY?? THERE'S THE BABY! WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE??

Dark, perched once again on the counter while sobbing: GET OUT OF THE HOUSEEEE!

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Dark, hiding inside the fridge: I'm hiding in the fridge now!

Second: concerned

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Dark, after getting out of the fridge and speaking sarcastically: Y'know, I kinda want you to shoot me, so when God's like, "Hey Dark, how did you die?" I can be like "I dunno God, maybe I was shot by A BABY WITH A GUN!"

Second: laughs at Dark's misery

Dark, now crying: don't laugh at me! You're a sick... you're a sick baby woth a gun!

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Dark: moves around erratically YEAH! Not easy, is it?! NOT EASY SHOOTING A MOVING TARGET!-

Second: aims

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Dark, with a bandaged arm after being grazed by the bullet: ... you need to leave.

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Second is outside the door

Dark: sits against said door, exhausted

Vic: awww, looks at this little baby!

Green, alarmed: OH GODS HE'S GOT A GUN! AAAAAAH!-

Gunshots

Dark, holding himself against both door and wall: ... I have to move- O_O

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Meanwhile

Sec, after drinking some milk so that the potion wears off: revenge has been made!

Chosen, chuckling: good! He deserved it after the last prank!

Blue: yeah, that Virus was almost as bad as the ViraBot- and didn't even help us getting rid of it!

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"🕸No...no way🕷."

Thee Miles Morales x female reader😜

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⚠️Warnings: Kinda angsty, spelling mistakes, slight cursing and the biggest part of all...

⚠️SPOILERS!!!⚠️

(Well not exactly, but you'll know what I mean when you watch the movie.)

Don't read this, if you haven't watched it, Okay!🤠

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• Y'know, most people would go see parents when they're upset. But Miles, he needed to see YOU. Even though his pops life was soon gonna be at stake, he still needed to cool down. Get his head screwed back on straight. Yes, yes, this was selfish. And reckless. But if anyone could heal a black heart, it was his girlfriend.

• About 5.2 seconds later, he crash landed on your balcony. Normally, that would've hurt, but the adrenaline was still coursing through him. He took a shaky breath, and knocked on your window.

• Please be home.

• Miles chanted in his head. The curtains were drawn. Were you asleep? Godammit. He shouldn't of came here anyway. Knowing that Miguel guy (and everyone else he thought CARED about him) he was probably followed. You did NOT need a bounty on your head just from association. He was ready to hightail it, when he heard the curtains spread.

• "Miles?"

• You barely got the word out before you were tugged into a tight embrace. By...spiderwebs?

• "Um...sweetie pie?"

• You squeaked. What was wrong with him? Silently, he picked you up, and slipped through the window. (Still hugging you, btw) He put you down and sighed.

• "Sorry, Y/N. I...I just been through some stuff."

• "Stuff?"

• You asked, with a raised eyebrow. Sure, he's been scarce for a few days. But the crime was still low.

• "Remember when I said I had to figure out what Gwen was hiding?"

• You nodded slowly.

• "Well, uh...this is gonna be long. Um, listen, turns out I'm part of a long line Spidermen. But every gen, a police captain dies. And just recently, Dad got promoted and-"

• "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pump the breaks for a sec, handsome."

• Was he talking too fast? Or was this still a information dump? You gave him a bewildered look.

• "You're saying your pops is getting promoted?"

• The chocolate hero nodded. You were at that party. Did you forget the deets already? (Although he wouldn't be surprised, you guys were kissing A TON that day)

• "Honey pie..."

• You said with a confused and now concerned look.

• "You're dad passed last year... remember?"

• Miles blood ran cold. Died last ye- What were you talking about!? He was alive! And he was gonna stay that way! Noticing your boyfriend's panicked expression, you gave him a hug.

• "Aww, Is this why you needed to see me?"

• "You'll be okay."

• Sadly your attempt to comfort him was in vain, his heart was still racing. He was home...right?

• "Go on, hug me back."

• You said into his chest. His arms naturally raised up, but he forced them to stop when he took a look a you. You...you looked really different. Instead of one of the many sweaters he lent you, you had one a tattered jersey with the sleeves torn off. Along with dragon tattoos littered on your arms. Even your iconic hairstyle was different!

• "Y/N..."

• "Hold that thought, let's get outta the dark."

• You said. You let him go and headed to the light switch. Miles watched as you did so, although it was kinda hard. His head was spinning like crazy. What was happening...?

• "Okay."

• You said. You turned on your heels.

• "Back to the kiss and make it bet-"

• You paused. You gave him a shocked look over. What was this new style? You chuckled as you crossed your arms.

• "Jeez, you dip for a few days, and become a whole new person."

• You flicked the lights back off.

• "But...I kinda like it."

• "It's not every day, I see your hair down..."

• Miles tensed as you walked up on him. This wasn't you...well not the one he's dating. You leaned on him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

• "It's nice,"

• You snickered.

• "Kinda gives a Huey Freeman vibe."

• Well, at least you were still clever. BUT, he didn't have time for this! He had to get his family! And protect Brooklyn from that spot weirdo in general! So much to do and so little time. He pulled your arms off.

• "Y/N, listen. I gotta-"

• His words fell when his Spider sense suddenly kicked in. He yanked you towards him, and hopped to the right. Just in the nick of time too. The door blasted in.

• "Y/N!"

• Miles ear rang. That voice...sounded oddly familiar. TOO familiar.

• "Miles!?"

• You shouted. Miles!? Like Miles Morales? The dark figure turned.

• "Y/N!? Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay-!"

• YOUR boyfriend stopped in his happy tracks A awkward silence filled the room. Miles was now face to face...with HIMSELF. Well, a more tormented kinda intimidating version of himself. Where the hell is he!? Both of the males faces slowly went from shock, to deep frowns. YOU, on the other, was STILL shocked. Who the hell was holding you right now!?

• "Miles or...Miles-es?"

• "Who..."

• They both started, slowly yet angrily.

• "In the matrix hell..."

• "ARE YOU!?"

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HAHA! Bet no one saw THAT ending coming. Except the peeps who watched the movie too. Anywho, gotta finish a ROTTMNT ask. As always, Stay cool!😎

[asksuccubussides]

Question for Virgil: Could you song assign Remus and Janus? If they were any song what song would they be?

"Hmm. Gimme a sec" Virgil scrolled through his spotify library for a while before looking back up and continuing "If you want me to like" He squinted "Boil Remus down into a song that sounds kinda hard because there aren't any songs that are about being a gross disgusting twat innit? But if you want a song that reminds me of him I got If this tour doesn't kill you by Pup

Especially that part that goes everything you do makes me want to vomit and that I want to kill you. Yeah those parts are real bloody relatable. Uhh and Jannie?"

He got a sort of giddy expression that he tried to hide by pushing his bangs in front of his eyes.

"Yeah I got a whole playlist of songs that remind me of him. First of demolition lovers. Of course. A classic. Also I will follow you into the dark. Another classic. And-"

He stopped himself as his cheeks turned a sudden red and he realized how he was sounding. His mouth opened and closed like a fish searching for water while he quickly tried to come up with the most platonic sounding normal buddy bro song he could.

"I uh I mean Uhmm You're my best friend? Yeah You're my best friend by uhm...the beatles. Yeah that reminds me of Jannie- Janus. Y'know the beatles? Ahaha what a bunch of sods am I right. A really uhm indie band. Very underground. Been getting really uhm into them lately. Yeah.....Okay I answereed your question. You can uhm leave now"

[dynamic-k]

here is my question for the day- its so late because i couldn't find anything to ask about.

For The Spark AU:

How is Quarter involved in the future of The Spark, and will Klee and Demo be with him? (i think that's their names but I'm not quite sure)

What species are Chosen and Second? And what does this mean for their powers?

Does Second have powers? What about the mercs?

WHAT ABOUT VIC-

Are RGBY or CG and Dark going to be here? I think you've said you haven't decided before, but I wanted to ask again to be sure.

For Super Sticks:

What is Vic's current relationship with Agent? Will Vic continue working with Rocket after he serves his jail sentence?

Will he join in on the heroing? OOOH- He could do like undercover missions and such!! Or maybe be a sniper >:D

With Agent now in control of Rocket, and having set up the hero system again, I can kind of imagine him and Vic's roles being switched. Now Vic is doing the hero stuff while Agent is advising him- kinda. idk if that will actually happen tho. Their relationship seems... a bit strained I guess? dunno how to say it.

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well... I hope you can decipher what the message means :D & Have a great day!!

-R

:D ANOTHER SPARK AU ASKK!! [*happy feet tappies*]

Quarter is gonna show up again, but uhhhh, real close to the last two-three chapters, and yes, he will be with Demo and Kree. :3 I have a silly scene planned- XD Cause I wanted the three to interact just a little bit more, before The Spark (first edition) was brought to completion. :3

SPECIES NAME, can't say yet. It's a surprise. I have one, I'm SO HAPPY WITH IT, my sister Meara helped me come up with one, and there are technically two names like how we are Homo Sapiens, but are referred to as humans. Chosen and Second are known as a double-word species title, with a single-word title as the generic more commonly said name.

:D You'll seeeeee~

Second has a core, at the very least. Which, uh, is not the same as superpowers as I have previously explained. But whether or not that core has the capacity for abilities like Chosen's is unknown to the audience for the time being.

Any and all mercenary-related possible lack of or possession of powers is also a surprise.

TS!Victim got nothing. XD Zilch.

Yeah, no CG or Dark for now. I may have plans for the sequel, though they're fairly vague. This entire AU spawned from a dream I had, and it was literally just Sec and Cho for the most part- XD

For SUPER STICKS! :D Two AU's in one ask! Ehehehehe

SS!Vic's current relationship with SS!Agent? ...Friends? Vic doesn't know how good on terms he is with Agent. Vic hasn't seen the guy in years, not even when he dropped off the gift in Arc One. Sure, Vic has heard from his brothers that Rocket is doing well, and so he gathers that Agent accepted the position Vic gave to him in the letter. But other than that, without Agent reaching out to contact Vic, Vic is left a little in the dark [:3] about where they are at, relationship-wise. Does Agent still consider him a friend? Is he perhaps okay with Vic now, but still mad for Ballista's sake and has decided to avoid Vic?

In reality: Agent is just- SO BUSY. He's running a whole corporation now, and there are quite a few promblemsies. We're actually super close to that point in the plot, where I start to add in little scenes that explain more specifically what's up with Agent and Hazard at Rocket.

Chapter 8 does include a Hazard scene!! [what does he do, i wonder] :D Little information sneaky peaky for you patient readers, I'm so sorry that this chapter is taking me so long-

What Vic ends up doing after his sentence is done with, is all up for debate at the moment. I can't reveal that information yet. Partly because I'm still considering my options to bring out the best in Arc Two's potential, and partially because spoilers. :3

Vic joining in on the heroing as "[*announcer voice, with echoes*] the Silver Ladybug!" or something like that-

XD I love it, I really do. I just can't say whether or not he actually will in the end of things. I mean- It's likely- Knowing what things I tend to favor over others, uh- XD Hollowhead brother fluff and bonding is just really up there on that list, so it's not gonna be a :O SURPRISE! exactly if at the conclusion Vic joins the Ladybug brother squad.

Anyway, back to Agent and Vic's relationship cause you asked and then I got distracted reminiscing and pondering on possible Vic hero shenaniganery-

Agent is totally okay with Vic. He watched the expression on Vic's face as the grey hollowhead approached Agent and Hazard's doorstep with the gift. He picked up on the wistful nature that the letter tone was written with. He understood that Vic had thought about what he had been doing and was trying to start anew and make ammends.

Mono is very understanding and always has been. He's completely forgiven Vic. BUT HE'S REALLY BUSY RIGHT NOW- XD SO SO BUSY- I legitimately have fluff scenes planned where caring-cousin-Hazard has to MAKE Agent rest and take care of himself because he's overworking himself trying to get everything running smoothly. [Specifics on what problems exactly are plaguing Rocket, are actually very lore-heavy and will be elaborated upon later: in the plot itself-]

Agent and Vic's roles being swapped around is another thing to think about, if Vic officially joins the Ladybug brothers by his sentence's end. Mentor-figure Agent and Vic being the one on the field. It's something to think about that now has me really excited for bringing Arc Two to it's conclusion!! :D I'M ALL HYPED UP!! Why am I thinking about the end- I have to do the middle still- And only I can do it, because only I have the knowledge of where things are going- jrbgkeralgkjerjgelkaqgqwrne

THERE'S SO MUCH GOING ON IN ARC TWO-

It will be worth it once I figure things out and start proceeding with the story again on a smoother basis than how it is now. Even if my brain is just a little bit more hyperfixated on The Spark-

Agent and Vic's relationship... being strained... Uhm, well- At one point, it was. Now, not so much, although it isn't like they've officially talked things out due to how hectic things are at Rocket right now.

:D You know what!! :D YOU GUYS GET ANOTHER SNEAKY PEAKY SNIPPET! For being so good to me! All your feedback, comments, screams and feral shrieking of adoration, ASKS, kudos, spammed emojis- ALL OF IT. U v U I love you all so much.

I'll include it underneath the cut at the end, just in case some people would like to avoid it. Even with as tiny tiiiny as it is-

But it's Hazard related, and also sheds a little light on what direction Chapter 8 is taking, ehehe~

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" YOU KNOW THE SPIN-OFF AU I FIRST MENTIONED, IN MY FIRST ASK TO YOU? WELL, I'VE COME UP WITH A NAME FOR IT! IT'S OFFICIALLY CALLED 'SUPER STICKS - THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT [ORIGINAL BY SCARLETT_PARKER]'. "

YooOOOOOOOOoooOOooooOoo!!! :D THAT'S A COOL NAME!! Wheeeee~~!!

You have no idea how ecstatic I am at the fact you've went and made a whole spin-off AU of my original- LIKE- MY FANFIC HAS THAT MUCH IMPACT ON THE FANDOM THAT- WHAAAT-

Ehehehee I deciphered~

Alright: snippetty shpippetty below for thou~

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"See, uh," Hazard drew in an almost sheepish breath as he steeled himself for something. Vic leaned forward expectantly, grey eyes wide and curious. "The main reason I'm here today, aside from seeing how you were doing..."

Vic caught the flicker of worry and uncertainty behind Hazard's serious expression, so different from the more lighthearted one displayed just a minute ago. Something curdled in Vic's gut and his own features began to look concerned.

"We had a break-in." Hazard finally met Vic's eyes directly.

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[*evil author cackles fill the room*]

[cosmicawg]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

Chapter 2: "THERE'S SOMETHING OUT THERE!"

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read time —(.) 10 mins : 48 secs

There was something foul in the air, something thick and oppressive that clung to the senses. Whatever it was, it fucking stank—like rancid meat left to rot under the punishing sun. And it only grew worse the closer Emery got to the motel. The main road was lined with the decaying carcasses of roadkill, as if some unspoken curse had swept through. The smell was unbearable, forcing her off the beaten path and into the woods—a touristy spot for poor souls who thought they’d find peace, but instead found themselves mauled by bears or lost forever. The crunch of dead leaves underfoot was the only sound, the only sign she was still moving, alive.

Above her, the sky hung heavy with gloom, dark clouds pressing down as if the very heavens had forgotten to exhale. They twisted and contorted like a frown etched across the horizon, promising rain—cold and unforgiving. But rain or no rain, it wasn’t going to stop her from karaoke tonight. Unfortunately, that meant Julius had to cover for her. She smirked at the thought. He’d understand. At least, he damn well better. The least he could do was let her have a little fun, considering what a shitstorm this place was.

The motel loomed ahead, its peeling paint and flickering neon sign a testament to neglect. As Emery stepped inside, the first thing that greeted her wasn’t the musty air or the flicker of a dying light bulb—it was Julius, face down on the front desk, passed out cold. She snorted. Typical.

"I wasn’t sure if I should wake him or not." The smooth voice, accent, slid into her ears like melted butter, catching her off guard. She turned toward the sound and found a guest sprawled out on one of the threadbare sofas, the springs creaking beneath him. "I’ll admit, he’s kinda adorable like this." He gave a sheepish grin, eyes flickering. "Oh, uh… sorry. Name’s Remi. I'm staying here."

"Yeah, no worries, Emery." she giggled, the absurdity of it all bubbling up. "I work here, unfortunately. But, uh… I wouldn’t get too comfy. Those sofas? Bedbugs." She shot him a wink as she made her way behind the front desk.

At that, Remi shot up like he’d been electrocuted, dusting himself off with a grimace. His nose crinkled in disgust. "Of course. What was I expecting? A five-star experience." He shook his head, still swatting at invisible bugs. "Anyway, is there seriously no Wi-Fi here? I’ve got an important call, and all of a sudden, the service is just dead."

Emery opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a loud crash reverberated down the stairs, followed by the unmistakable sound of pure chaos.

"YOU ARE UNSERIOUS, ALEX!" Gloria, the fiery redhead guest, came storming down the stairs, her face twisted in rage. Behind her, Alex—her boyfriend, husband, whatever the hell he was—stumbled after her, looking equally flustered.

"Jesus Christ, Gloria, I wasn’t peeping at her, she's a teenager! Do you even hear yourself right now?" Alex barked, his voice tinged with desperation. "Do you always make shit up in your head like this?"

Their shouting echoed off the walls, amplifying the already suffocating tension in the room. Emery didn’t bother intervening; this had to be a normal thing between the two, it wasn’t worth her time.

As they went at it, another guest jogged down the stairs nothing but a sweatpants and a tank top. Bowie, if she recalled right, the blonde charmingly greeted everyone before likely heading out for an afternoon run. Jocks.

And yet! Another guest, Alia, came thundering down the stairs right after, her heavy footsteps shaking the old wooden banister. She was in a skimpy bathing suit, chewing gum with a disgusted sneer plastered on her face. She took one look around, her lips curling as if the very air offended her.

"Please tell me there's a pool at this dump," she spat, her eyes rolling.

Emery forced a smile through gritted teeth, rummaging through the drawers, cursing under her breath as she finally found the damn key. "Yeah, sure. Just go out the back, take a left, and you’ll find the gate." She tossed the key toward Alia, who caught it with a barely concealed look of disdain, her nostrils flaring in disgust.

"Do I look like I work here?" Alia snapped, as if the mere act of catching the key had insulted her dignity.

Before Emery could respond, the commotion had roused Julius from his uncomfortable slumber. He groaned, his hair a mess, dark circles heavy under his eyes, and a streak of drool shining on his cheek. He looked around in a daze before glancing at the clock. Noon. Shit. He should have been home hours ago.

He groaned louder, flinging a hand over his face. "I’m crashing in one of the guest rooms. I’m not dealing with any of this shit—not after last night."

Emery couldn’t help but roll her eyes as he stumbled away, leaving her alone to deal with the circus that was quickly unfolding.

"Uh, about the Wi-Fi?" Remi’s voice cut through the noise, a hint of frustration creeping in.

Emery sighed, massaging her temples, fighting the urge to scream. "Just… go into town," she muttered, the tension in her voice clear. "There’s gotta be Wi-Fi somewhere. Not here, though. Definitely not here."

And with that, she stepped out of the lobby, leaving the chaos behind—at least for a moment.

She guided a petulant Alia toward the pool, biting back the sharp retort bubbling on her tongue. The girl was already complaining, her voice grating and full of resentment. "This place is disgusting. I hate my father."

Emery's jaw clenched as she pushed the rusted gates open, forcing a smile to hide the rising irritation. “Ta-da! Your pool, Your Majesty,” she said with a mock bow, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Alia barely glanced at her, her eyes scanning the pool area with a look of pure disgust. The pool was far from the pristine, high-end resorts she was used to. The tiles were chipped, cracks spider-webbed across the edges, and old, deflated pool floaties lay scattered like forgotten toys. The sun loungers were stained and unkempt, the once-white fabric now a dull gray. Alia flinched, letting out a shriek when she saw something, dark and fast, dart across the pool deck—probably a rat.

"UGH!" Alia’s scream echoed, her frustration boiling over. "Next time, I should plan the vacation! My useless father can’t do anything right!" She kicked at the ground, a petulant grunt escaping her as she threw herself down by the water’s edge, her bare feet dangling into the pool. At least the water was clear, she noted with the barest flicker of relief. "While my mom is off in fucking Jamaica, I'm stuck here with a worthless parent."

With a huff, she clamped her oversized sunglasses onto her face, crossing her arms over her chest like a sulking child.

Emery's patience was wearing thin. She stared at Alia, inwardly seething. What a spoiled brat, she thought, resisting the urge to snap. Just as she turned to walk away, hoping for a moment of peace, Alia’s voice rang out again.

“Who's that?”

Emery let out a sigh, her annoyance palpable as she glanced at Alia, who was now pointing across the pool. With a resigned look, she followed Alia’s gesture, her eyes landing on a woman lounging in the distance. The woman was sunbathing—or at least pretending to. A glossy magazine obscured her face, while an obnoxiously large sun hat perched on her head, its wide brim angled just enough to cast a shadow over her entire figure.

Who the hell wears a sun hat when there’s barely any sun? Emery thought, squinting at the strange figure. The woman’s body was unnaturally still, her pale, almost ghostly skin gleaming under the overcast sky. She looked fragile, almost too slender, like she might disappear if the wind blew too hard.

“I don’t know,” muttered Emery, her tone indifferent.

“How do you not know? Don’t you work here?” Alia’s voice was filled with disbelief, as if Emery was personally responsible for knowing every single guest by name.

“I didn’t sign in guests last night, okay?” she snapped, her patience finally running dry. “Damn, you are so annoying. Just enjoy your swim.” With one last glance at the mysterious woman, Emery shook her head and walked off, leaving Alia to her sulking.

The workday dragged on, and the pool seemed even more decrepit under the cloudy sky. Emery busied herself with paperwork, her mind drifting now and then to the strange woman by the pool. Later, two other guests arrived at the front desk. Except this time, there was a hiccup—no room had been booked for them. Emery sighed, knowing the mountain of paperwork this would cause. Meanwhile, Julius, her co-worker, remained blissfully unaware of the chaos, dozing off somewhere like he always did.

LATER....

Nightfall crept in like a shadow, blending with the soft drizzle tapping against the windows, making the world outside blur with a melancholic haze. Inside one of the unoccupied guest rooms, Julius lay sprawled on a bed, his snoring heavy and unrelenting, the kind that shook the air like distant thunder. Drool pooled on the pillow beneath his face, a stain that no one would bother cleaning. Suddenly, he jerked awake, gasping like something cold had crawled through his dreams. His eyes shot open, wide and startled, as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Fuck… what time is it?” His voice was thick with sleep, and he rubbed at his face, groaning as he rolled over to glare at the window. The curtains were slightly ajar, revealing the deep darkness outside, the faint drizzle now pattering softly against the glass.

Did I really sleep here? God, I’m getting pathetic, he thought bitterly, pushing himself up from the bed. His head was foggy, and his limbs were stiff from sleeping in his clothes. Wiping the sleep from his face, he cursed under his breath and staggered toward the door. But as soon as he stepped out, he was face-to-face with a guest. Of course.

“Yes, may I help you?” Julius yawned, barely able to muster any enthusiasm.

The woman in front of him was short, with brunette hair that stuck up in every direction, her face contorted in panic. “Look, my friend and I checked in like around noon, and around three she went out, but she hasn’t come back yet!” Her voice trembled, fear thick in every word. “I tried calling the police, but there’s no service—no bars, nothing!”

Why couldn’t she go missing too? The cruel thought slithered into Julius’ mind before he could stop it, and he had to slap himself mentally. Get it together, he thought. “Sorry to hear that,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I just got off break, and, honestly, I’m not even supposed to be working right now, so…”

His voice trailed off, and he awkwardly rubbed his forearm, staring at the floor. "Get Emery to help. The girl up front," he mumbled, already turning to leave, hoping to escape the situation.

But the woman wasn’t letting him off that easy. She followed, her voice rising in frustration. “What girl? There’s no one at the front desk! Please, did you even hear what I said? My friend is missing!” She was practically screaming now, the words buzzing in his ear like an angry wasp.

Julius barely registered her panic, though, because as they reached the top of the stairs, he could already hear the commotion below. The lobby was filled with noise, voices clashing against each other in an aggressive symphony. He cocked a brow, turning back to the woman. “Did you say no one’s at the front desk?” His voice was skeptical as he stomped down the stairs, bracing himself for the chaos.

The moment he entered the lobby, he could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Voices were raised, arguments flaring.

"Fuck’s sake, Gloria! Hang up the damn phone!" Alex screamed, his frustration sharp and biting.

"Why would I listen to you?! And the damn landline is down! Thanks so fucking much for this GREAT vacation, Alex!" A woman’s voice shot back, dripping with sarcasm and anger.

And that’s its own mess, Julius thought, his annoyance growing as he tried to wade through the chaos.

He was immediately bombarded from all sides. In his left ear, old man Chester was complaining about a rancid smell in his room, his voice hoarse and furious. Meanwhile, a young girl, Violet, tugged at his sleeve, her wide eyes filled with worry as she begged to know when her father would arrive. On his right side, a father-daughter duo was screaming about the state of their rooms, their voices blending into a cacophony of complaints.

Through it all, there was no sign of Emery.

Julius felt his blood pressure rising. He squeezed behind the desk, his breath caught in his throat, his patience hanging by a thread. Finally, he snapped, his voice booming through the lobby like a thunderclap.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL OF YOU!”

For a brief, glorious second, the room fell silent. Every face turned toward him, their mouths hanging open in shock. But it didn’t last. That firecrotch—Gloria—was the first to break the silence, her hands on her hips, her eyes burning with anger.

"Why the fuck is the landline down? I’d like to make a phone call!" she spat, her voice venomous.

“Yeah, my dad isn’t here, and I’m getting worried… the service is down, and…” Violet muttered, tugging anxiously at her black hair.

"And that smell!" Chester growled, his face turning red. "I’m damn near suffocating in my room. Fix it."

The room was on the verge of erupting into chaos again when Julius held up his hand, commanding their attention. His glare was cold, cutting through the noise like a blade.

“Where is the girl that’s supposed to be here?” he demanded, his patience worn thin.

Before anyone could answer, the woman from earlier—the one looking for her friend—spoke up again, her voice tight with anxiety. “She went out to the karaoke bar around the time my friend left and hasn’t come back.”

Julius pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration clawing at him. “When exactly was this?” He glanced at the clock. 6 PM.

“I don’t know… around 3 PM?”

Julius' eyes widened in shock. Three hours? His heart skipped a beat. Where the hell is Emery?

A low rumble of thunder cracked through the sky, ripping the night open with a violent roar. The ceiling lights flickered, casting the room into momentary darkness. Everyone flinched. The arguments that had been simmering reignited, but now in hushed, anxious tones, like they were afraid the storm itself might hear them. Julius stood frozen, his eyes scanning the room as the tension thickened like fog. His hand instinctively reached into his pocket for his phone. No bars. His breath caught in his throat. Shit.

Okay, he thought, swallowing the rising panic. Emery's fine. She's grown. She can handle herself.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, his mind racing, trying to keep the flood of anxious thoughts at bay. Turning back to the restless crowd, his usual sneer stretched across his face, but it felt hollow. "Look," he began, his voice more strained than he'd like, "I hear you guys, but what the hell am I supposed to do exactly?" His sarcasm was biting, but it was a flimsy mask for the dread crawling up his spine.

Chester, red-faced and puffed up with indignation, spat back at him, "Do your damn job! Is this how you people run an establishment?"

Julius shot him a cold glare, unmoved. Before he could retort, Wallace, a stiff man in a tailored suit, stepped forward, adjusting his tie with exaggerated calm. "I’d like to speak with the manager, if that’s alright," he said, his voice smooth but laced with impatience.

Julius clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to tell them all to shove it. "He isn’t here. I’m in charge while he’s on vacation," he growled through gritted teeth. His frown deepened as he glared at Wallace. "You’ve got a problem with your room, right? Guess what, big daddy, you booked this place. So deal with it."

The room collectively gasped. A shocked silence fell, thick with disbelief.

Without missing a beat, Julius whirled toward Gloria, who stood with her arms crossed, her glare cutting through the tension like a knife. "And the landline? Yeah, it’s not working because my cheap-ass boss cut it off before leaving. Doesn’t want to pay the damn bills," he snapped, his irritation flaring.

The woman from earlier—the one who’d been asking about her missing friend—opened her mouth to speak again, but Julius cut her off before she could even get a word out. His voice, thick with frustration, cracked through the air like a whip. “Shut up about your friend! This is a small town! Nothing ever happens here—"

His words were sliced clean by a deafening crash, WHAM, at the front doors. The room exploded with screams as the guests scattered, their panic palpable, and the world seemed to tilt sideways. Julius felt his heart slam into his ribs, his breath stolen as he spun around toward the entrance.

Standing there, drenched in rain and blood, was Emery, clutching her side, her face twisted in agony. Blood soaked through her clothes, dripping onto the floor as she stumbled forward, carried by Remi, his wide eyes wild with terror. Julius’ stomach plummeted, cold dread crawling over his skin.

"Emery!" Julius choked out, his voice barely a whisper, his feet rooted to the ground in shock.

Remi’s frantic voice cut through the chaos, words tumbling out in a terrified rush. “There's—there’s something out there!” His voice cracked, his wide eyes locking onto Julius, pleading for understanding. "Something… it… it attacked us!"

The room erupted again, the guests shouting in fear, complete nonsense. Julius couldn’t move, couldn’t think. His eyes were glued to Emery, her bloodied form swaying as she gasped for breath, her face a mask of pain.

Something had followed them. Something that wasn’t supposed to exist in their quiet, forgotten little town. And it was still out there.

[carmenized-onions]

CHAPTER 9 LETS FUCKING GOOOO (get ready for a yapfest, where most of it will probably be uncomprehensible because language can’t begin to capture the emotions your writing makes me feel) also !! add me to the taglist please and thank you<3

It is t-minus three days, until the worst Friday of your life. - already nervous and the chapter just started but fuck it we ball

you figure it’s probably just the breakfast from yesterday at La Mattina settling in your stomach— the way you scare me but still make me laugh

He does not care this much, he doesn’t even have basic reading comprehension— RICHIE HELL YEAHHHHH (and he calls her cousin🥹)

also big shout out to you author for making it so clear which texts were sent by what person (so how her texts are cursive and richie’s texts are bold) bc some fics make it so hard to differentiate who’s talking/texting!!<3<3

daddy - POR QUE. i know he didn’t mean it like that but shshshdh

See u chip - this is the cutest nickname!! everyone in that poll can fight me idc idc

It’s time to eat a whole freezer cake and lay in your pyjamas all day and interact with not a single soul on this entire planet. - me celebrating doing the bare minimum!! (but it’s still huge to me so i understand chip well)

To the air, more accurately, but, y’know, same thing. - [cries in norwegian]

You’re gonna get dinner, with Richie, this Friday. - OMGGGG HINTS FOR FRIDAY👀👀

THE SWITCH OVER TO CARMEN HELL YEAHHHH - fuckn delicious freezer cake for you author!!

He really needs his sister. - 🫶🏼 i feel like this is layered (like the carmenized onion)

you’re gonna work as a bottle girl for the rest of your life - his worst nightmare fr, worse than the restaurant closing actually

he’s never gonna get his shit together so he’s never gonna get to call you his - SHUT UPPP HOW COULD YOU DROP THIS ON ME😭😭

He’s still gonna be him - BABYBOY THATS NOT A BAD THING😭 LET ME PROTECCCC

Sisyphean nightmare - YOUR WAY WITH WORDS I LOVEEEE IT

He smells your shampoo, in his hair, that helps. - the way your chapters always make me cry from either the fluff or the sad

he has to hide his smile with his hand - THEM

So good to him, too good to him. Too good to anyone - 😭💓🫶🏼😭🫶🏼😭💓

Carmen so, so fucking desperately wants to ask you to come to The Bear, right now. - BALEGDEH

he knows it’d be perfect cannon fodder to be teased into oblivion. - NO BC LIKE IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS *A LOT* WHAT WILL RICHIE THINK OF CARM AND CHIP. Like thinking of how he and mikey acted at christmas after seeing claire makes me wonder how he’d act when finding out about carm and chip (also carm is only able to date girls with c names apparently <even tho chippy is a nickname but hush>)

looks to his best friend - 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

he’s not you. - LMAO

he can’t find your repair expenses anywhere on here. - OOOP CHIPPY IS ABOUT TO GET CAUGHT

“I’m not fuckin’ high, cousin—” - ISBRIFBRIRKR

also bet carmen doesn’t have a problem with the two hours when it means TWO HOURS OF CHIP IN HIS RESTAURANT WHERE HE CAN SNEAK GLANCES AT HER

“What’s uh— Why d’you call Tony ‘Chip’?” - the way you’re nailing his voice!!

“S’ not dark, kinda, it’s just, y’know. Personal.” - WAY TO BUILD TENSION AUTHOR. it’s very clear you’re a(n amazing) screenwriter

Mikey got to do that first, too, eh? - STAPH

he's willing to admit it, for you. - RICHIE AND CHIP BESTIES YEEEHAWWWW

“You really wanna fuckin know, huh?” Richie tilts down his head, teasing. - i love this

“Oh, fuck, you fuckin’ like her, don’t’chu, cousin? You fuckin’ dog.” - SKJDIDJFKD

Y’have my blessing. - CUTE

“Didn’t ask for it.” - CUTER

“Don’t gimme no talk back, she was my boy first, a’right?” - CUTEST (ok carmy is cutest but im doing a thing here)

“Gone, cousin.” - it’s cute that you think that richie!! have a cookie!!

“Uh, one sec, I just need to finish this fuckin’—” He shakes his hand in the air, “Whatever the fuck this is.” - again nailing his character

If he had a… lapse in behaviour, and it got back to you, would that ruin him? - you forget how she met you carm, having a meltdown in the freezer

He needs to find your invoice. - he’s so cuteee

Maybe he should just ask you, instead. Let Nat thank you for the heating pad she’s been loving, properly. Have dinner, all together, in an actual family home, instead of just each other's apartments. That'd be nice. - that’s so sweet but i fear it won’t happen, at least not YET

He’ll make you something off menu, on Friday. - HES THE SWEETEST

You’re coming before the rush, anyways, he’ll have time to play, on Friday. - 👀👀👀

He’s gonna do right by you, this Friday - he owns my heart

But right now, it’s Thursday night, and you’ve finally finished Carmen’s piece for The Bear - OMG I FORGOT ABOUT THIS MASTERPIECE, THE CUTEST GIFT EVER

You know you told him if he didn’t like it, he didn’t have to put it up, but admittedly, if he doesn’t like it, you will be crushed. - mood

Each square a snippet, a photo transfer. The squares themselves are messy, sun damaged, bleach stained, light flared. All twinged blue and yellowish. But so perfectly cut and curated. - the way you make it so easy to picture it, ugh we stan!!

Mikey. The only transfer completely unbleached, unaltered, unruined. He’s holding two cut outs. One, Food & Wine and the other, a small section in the off off off pages of the New York Times. - SHUT UP THATS THE CUTEST THING EVER TO EXIST

So so proud, silently, just with you— Couldn't look soft. Carmen does not know this photo exists. - Im gonna cry

You can only imagine the stress you could’ve eased, during their fire safety test - chip is such a slay

*the piece* is magnificent and perfect in every way and you did that!!

You took inspiration from the way his brain works - AWWWWW:3

He’s awfully inspiring. - the love that they have for each other is just everything. they are everything

You’re excited, to show this to him tomorrow, on Friday. Hopefully all goes well, on Friday. - EVIL

You’re gonna do right, by Carmen, on Friday. - SOULMATES🫶🏼

I almost briefed over all of these past few chapters to be nothing more than snippets in a chapter - i really really REALLY appreciated that you did in fact not do that

if you made it through this whole ask, god fnkn bless, looking forward to the master’s thesis i’ll write in your askbox after the next chapter

I had no idea people could make asks this long; like i mean on a character count level-- Did anyone know you could do this fr-- ANYWAYS I WANNA YAP BACK BUT I'M GONNA PUT A KEEP READING BUT PLEASE DO OPEN THIS THERE'S GONNA BE A POLL I WANT YOU CUTIES TO ANSWER

First of all, of course I will add you to the taglist, thank you for the gift of an essay everytime, i love u <3

I am ALL about Fear and Laughter. If I ever make business cards, that'll probably be the tagline. We ball.

It did make me laugh that you went RICHIE HELL YEAH after 'he doesn't have reading comprehension. I buried the lead on who the he in question was on purpose, and i was wondering if everyone would clock at that line immediately oh, it's richie. I'm so mean.

As for texting, I did read another person's fic and saw they put like screennames and sending times and i was like ah fuck, shoulda done that, but continuity,,,, so i didn't switch it up. Plus I enjoy thematically that Tony is italics, Carmen is italic/bold, and Richie is bold. I feel like it just kinda makes sense, character wise, that Tony and Richie are on either end of the spectrum and Carmen is inbetween.

They've gotta get an HR if Richie says daddy to anyone's face besides Tony frfr,

And THIS is where the new poll comes in, because you all SAY YOU WANNA FUCKIN KISS MIKEY, SO

Personally I do like Chippy a lot, not to colour your opinions. You'll see why i like it, eventually. And I'm sure when that happens we'll talk about it ad fuckin nauseam (and I'll eat it up, I will)

I love doing Carmen's perspective, it's like free therapy, realizing the way he and I both think is fucking crazy and I need to relax. He really does need his sister, poor bug. I genuinely do wonder how that's gonna be handled, in season 3.

HIS LITTLE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS PANIC YESSIRRR, Bottle Girl Tony = Hell, Never gonna actually date Tony = Mega Hell, He's Still Gonna Be Him = Super Awful Ultra Hell

So many (2) people enjoyed Sisyphean nightmare, I think I just have tumblr accent, honestly.

I'm so glad, that the shampoo thing happened honestly. I know that's crazy to say it like that, as the writer, as I planned it, but i didn't think I'd be able to call back to it all that much-- But I get to call back to it so fucking much, and it's always either heartbreaking or adorable, or both, and I lovveee both.

The idea that anyone has been thinking about a plot line that has yet to arise alot is like-- Like my brain melted. Like that's so. I'm a puddle. Puddle in your hands. BUT YES, I did have to think on that absolutely. It's a weird line to tow, right? Because Richie's gotten more respectful since then, and he's actual friends with Tony-- But like,,, bro is still a bro, at the end of the day.

CHIPPY IS ABOUT TO GET CAUUGGHTTTT, thank god someone laughed at the I'm not fuckin high line, I was worried.

“What’s uh— Why d’you call Tony ‘Chip’?” - the way you’re nailing his voice!! Did you see my ask saying i'm never sure about Carmen's dialogue and are now trying to reassure me? It's working, if you are.

WAY TO BUILD TENSION AUTHOR. it’s very clear you’re a(n amazing) screenwriter Daww, too nice to me, it IS really how I think Richie would navigate this Chip story, though, you'll see why there's,,,, pause about it, eventually.

“Gone, cousin.” - it’s cute that you think that richie!! have a cookie!! Listen, we don't KNOW how many times Tony's listened to Wannabe by the Spice Girls. Probably would need more than a single word though, Rich. A touch dramatic, cousin.

All Tony and Carmen wanna do this Friday is impress each other, and that's totally exactly what's gonna happen idk what y'all are buggin abouttttttt

I'm so glad folks like the piece, i was worried I explained it bad/it's just kinda stupid-- I just felt like, Carmen doesn't give abstract art vibes. I felt like photography worked a lot better for him. It also gave me the opportunity to slip in more Mikey, of which I think he is mentioned literally at least once every chapter. Bro is the phantom in the pages. i adore him.

I am also very glad that I didn't end up doing just snippets from the Consultation chapter to now. I was worried they'd give off filler vibes, when turned into full on chapters, but looking at them all now, i'm like it would've been an insane injustice to not give them all full breathing room. And now i think there's a lot more to sink into and give a fuck about!! Which is gonna make Friday hurt all the more <3

Anyways, thank you thank you for yapping, and i seriously need to go the fuck to sleep fuck i'm gonna be so groggy for work i'm gonna NAP ON THE BUS AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!

[tothestarswithye]

Ring ring… Ring ring…

SpearicalDee has joined your call.

[🍰] “HI BANDEEEEEE!!!”

[🔷] “AAK! OW- um, g-gimme a sec-”

[🍰] “Huh?”

[🔷] “Just… there, okay. Sorry, had my volume up too high.”

[🍰] “Oh, sorry! But anyway haiiiiiii!!”

[🔷] “Heheh, hi Kirby! Whatcha calling for?

[🍰] “Oh I just wanted to-”

SirMetaKnight has joined your call.

[🦇] “Kirby, what is the issue? Are you under attack?”

[🍰] “Huh? Wha- no! There’s no attack!”

[🦇] “Ah. Never mind then.”

SirMetaKnight has left your call.

[🍰] “HEY!! You get back here Mr. knight man!”

[🔷] *Sigh* “And there he goes…”

[🍰] “Uuuugh, whyyy does he always do this?”

[🔷] “Probably because of that one time you actually were in danger and called him. Now he’s gonna freak out every time.”

[🍰] “Hey, that was only cause I got stuck! He knows I can handle myself- Or do I gotta beat him up in the coliseum again? >:)”

[🔷] “...Maybe.” *Giggle*

NumbahOne1King has joined your call.

[🔷] “Oh! Great King!”

[🍰] “Haaiiiii!”

[👑] “Heheheh! Well if it isn’t my two favorite pipsqueaks! What’s goin’ on in here?”

[🍰] “Oh, I just wanted to chat with you all! But Meeeta left when it wasn’t important!”

[👑] “HAH! Always the party pooper.”

[🍰] “I’m gonna drag him back in, though!”

[👑] “Go get ‘im, tiger. Anyway! What’ve y’all been up to?”

[🔷] “Just training more with my spear on my end, sire!”

[🍰] “I went on a picnic with Adeline and Ribbon! They brought the beeeeest cookies ever, and we drew a bunch of pictures together! Oh, and Magalor took me and Elfilin on a trip ‘round the galaxy! We got to see a bunch of stars and planets!”

[👑] “Sounds exciting!”

[🍰] “Yeah! ‘Lin was a bit nervous about getting on the Lor, but Mags managed to talk ‘em into it. They actually ended up talking about their shared experiences of getting uh, absorbed and stuff.”

[🔷] “Oh jeez, hope that didn’t end up too dark…”

[🍰] “Ehh, I tried to not listen in too much. They were both happy by the end of it, though! 

[👑] “That’s good at least.”

[🍰] “Hmmm, so how about you Dedede?”

[👑] “Right! Well, I’ve been working on sorting out my Dee’s. Y’know, figuring out which ones are staying in the other world, helping the rest that are coming back- And! Some of the beast pack wants to move to Popstar, so I gotta supervise that too.”

[🔷] “Woah. Do you need more assistance with that, sire?”

[👑] “Nah, most of it’s done by now. Little Elfilin’s been a big help with all of the movin’ people around.

[🍰] “Woooo! Go ‘Lin-lin!”

[👑] “They've been doing so much it makes me feel bad, especially after what I did to ‘em before.”

[🍰] “That’s-”

[👑] “I know it’s not my fault, kid. But it was still my hands, so it feels kinda wrong that they’re the one helping me now.

[🍰] “Hey, you still-”

[👑] “You of all people have no right to argue with me here, ya puffball”

[🍰] “...”

[🔷] *Giggle*

[🍰] *Gasp* “Traitor!”

[🔷&👑] *Laughter*

[🍰] *Grumble*

[👑] “Ah, chin up kiddo.”

[🍰] *Pbbbtht*

[👑] *Scoff* “Oh you are so getting noogied next time I see ya!” 

SirMetaKnight has joined your call.

[🦇] “You can stop spam-messaging me now, Kirby”

[🍰] *Gasp* “METAAAAAAAAAA!!”

[🔷] “Hello again Sir Meta Knight!”

[👑] “‘Sup.”

[🦇] “Ah, hello to you two as well.”

[👑] “Heard you ditched when ya found out you weren’t needed, hahah!”

[🦇] “I was in the middle of something, but now I am free.”

[🔷] “It’s good to see- er, hear you regardless, sir!”

[🦇] “You as well, Bandana. How has your training been coming along?”

[🔷] “Really good! I’ve been working on going higher and faster with my spear-copter, it’s really fun!”

[🦇] “Good. And how about that blocking method I showed you?”

[🔷] “Oh yeah, Kirby’s helped me with practicing that!”

[🍰] “Mhm!”

[🦇] “Very good you two.”

[👑] “Heh, seems we’ve all been a bunch of busy bees!”

[🦇] “Truly. I trust that you have been training as well, sire?”

[👑] “Wh- Why would I need to train more? I’m already at the top of my game!”

[🔷] “You can never train too much!”

[🍰] “Yeah, that’s what Meta always says!”

[👑] “I am doing juuust fine as is!”

[🦇] “And yet you were still taken over by Fecto Forgo.”

[👑] “HEY! I did my best to resist that!”

[🔷] “L-lets not argue too much about this, guys…”

[🦇] “Hmph. I suppose his majesty did have an unfair disadvantage, as the creature seemed to be able to control beasts the easiest.

[👑] “What did you just call me?!”

[🦇] “You are a penguin, sire.”

[👑] “Oh shut it with that sass of yours!”

[🍰] *Giggle* “Alright alright, before you two get carried away… What have you been doing, Meta?”

[🦇] “Me? Well, I’ve been busy keeping an eye on Waddle Dee Town, though the migrating seems to be almost over. I just finished stationing some of my men there to keep watch for the foreseeable future.”

[🔷] “Is that really needed? I thought were were friends with the beast pack now.”

[🦇] “With most of them, yes. However, not all of them decided to switch sides after Fecto’s mind control was broken. Some are still hostile, so the town still needs protection.”

[👑] “That’s right! Gotta make sure all my little Dee’s are safe.”

[🍰] “Is that aaaaaall you’ve been doing? Ya gotta have fun sometimes, y’know!”

[🦇] “I am merely being efficient, Kirby. Though, I was actually invited to tea by Taranza a few days ago.

[🍰] “OOOOOOO! How is he, how is he?!”

[👑] *Sigh*

[🦇] “He is doing well enough. We spoke on the status of Floralia, as well as other matters. Apparently, there was an incident recently where Marx crash-landed into the Dreamstalk.”

[🍰] “Haha, really?”

[🦇] “Yes, and it only got worse when he found and ate a Miracle Fruit.”

[🍰] “Oh.”

[🔷] “Oh no.”

[👑] “Yeah, that sounds like a bad combo.”

[🦇] “He quote, ‘went on a mini rampage,’ flying around at breakneck speeds. Taranza did his best to reign him in, but it still caused quite a commotion.”

[🔷] “D-did things turn out alright at least?”

[🦇] “Yes, Taranza subdued him once the fruit’s effects wore off. He somehow managed to force Marx to apologize to the People of the Sky and clean up part of his mess.”

[🍰] “Wow, getting Marx to apologize? That’s impressive!”

[🦇] “Based on what he said, I think that jester may have a fear of spiders.”

[👑] “PFFFT- HEHEHEHAHAHahahahaaah… yeah I get that.”

[🔷] “Sheesh, seems like things have been eventful for everyone recently.”

[🍰] “But soooooo spread out though! Calling is nice, but I wanna see everyone in person!”

[🔷] “Oooo, we should have a get-together soon!”

[🦇] *Sigh* “I suppose my schedule did just become more free…”

[👑] “Same here! -Er, well not quite, still gotta finish up some stupid paperwork- but then I’ll be good!”

[🍰] “I’ll recruit Mags to pick people up! And then we can all go to uh… maybe… er… hrm.”

[👑] “Ehh… I got nothin’.”

[🦇] “...”

[🔷] “...How about Wondaria?”

[🍰] *GAAAASP* “THAT’S PERFECT!!”

[👑] “Oh yeah, I remember Carol talkin’ ‘bout that place!”

[🍰] “There’s sooooo much to do there, everyone’ll have a great time! I think you’ll like the House of Horrors, Meta.”

[🦇] “Hmph, we’ll see if it lives up to its name.”

[🔷] “I thought it was pretty spooky!”

[👑] “Heheh, well it’s settled then! How about uh, maybe three days from now?”

[🍰] “Sounds good! Can’t wait to see you all then!”

[🔷] “Mhm! I’m gonna get back to practicing, so see you guys later!”

[🍰] “BYEEE!!”

[👑] “See ya!”

[🦇] “Take care, Bandana.”

SpearicalDee has left your call.

[👑] “I’m also gonna hop out, gotta get my shi- stuff sorted out. Later!”

[🍰] “Oh, bye!”

[🦇] “Farewell, your majesty.”

NumbahOne1King has left your call.

[🦇] “Seems we’re all leaving now.”

[🍰] “Yeah…”

[🦇] “Hmmm… Actually, one thing before I depart as well. I have had a certain itching for a spar, so perhaps we could meet up at the coliseum once again?”

[🍰] *Gasp* “Heck yeah! I’d love to!”

[🦇] *Chuckle* “How about the day before this amusement park trip?”

[🍰] “Got it!”

[🦇] “Alright. I’ll see you then, Kirby.”

[🍰] “Mm-hmph! Bye bye!”

SirMetaKnight has left your call.

[🍰] *Giggle* “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!”

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[runninguplenorahills]

who do u think were mike and will's main celeb crushes growing up

Ok the thing is…. I have not thought about this ever before you just asked me this BUT the first thing that popped into my head is the Tom Cruise poster in Nancy’s room.

So let’s just imagine it’s like spring 1983, it’s Friday evening and Nancy is allowing herself to relax for the first time that week. Fresh air is pouring through her open window and the evening sun paints her room in a rose golden hue. She’s in her pajamas, lying in her bed, there’s a plate with eggos on her nightstand with whipped cream and all that good stuff which she smuggled into her room after dinner and there’s some song faintly playing over the radio. She’s on the phone with Barb, probably talking about how rough the week was and about some movie they’ve been planning to see for ages now. Nancy is giving Barb a detailed review of the book she just finished reading and Barb tells her about some new cassette she just has to lend her some time. They’re making fun of some teacher and they rant about some popular girl and Nancy is talking about boys- when all of a sudden she sees it….. a little head with dark hair in the gap between her door and the wall. Mike! Mike who has seen “The Outsiders” at the movie theater with his friends last week and who really liked that movie a lot. And well….. were all the boys in that movie handsome? Definitely. But his sister only has a poster of one of them in her room so yeah, Mike was totally gonna sneak a glance at that Tom Cruise poster every chance he got! Did he know why he liked to look at it? Absolutely not but that didn’t matter. He just wanted to see it. So he snuck into her room on Sunday when Nancy was at Barb’s house, and he did it again on Tuesday morning when Nancy was already downstairs for breakfast, and he did it again on Wednesday when he was home before she was. And now it’s Friday and he’s risking a glance at it through the gap of the bedroom door. Just a quick peek. But then out of nowhere Nancy is staring right at him. Startled, Mike pulls the door and closes the gap just an inch in hope Nancy didn’t see him. “-Uh.. Barb, hold on a sec.” Nancy drops the phone, sighs, climbs out of bed and pulls the door open. Exposed. “Are you spying on me?!”, “What? No! No way! I-.” scanning the room his eyes land on the pile of eggos on Nancy’s nightstand. “Eggos! I just uhm,…wanted some eggos….” Nancy frowns at him, confused, annoyed, “get your own eggos” and >>bam<< her door is slammed shut. And does Mike know why he’s so relieved that Nancy didn’t catch him looking at her Tom Cruise poster? No, but he’s gonna figure it out soon enough.

That’s all I got for your question….. which means I didn’t even answer your question at all. Sorry😭 but you kinda inspired something here hahaha

[james-is-here]

Kai huffed as he leaned back against the door, shutting it in the process before sliding down to the floor. He lazily kicks his shoes off and moves them to the side.

Sighing again, his head thuds against the door as he closes his eyes. Why did he agree to three photo shoots?

He picks up his head and looks around. His whole home was dark, no light except some streaks of moon light or lamp post from the curtain that was half shut in front of the patio door.

Willing himself to push up to his feet, dragging them to his room before he stopped. He should shower, a lot of product was used on his hair and the lazy sink wash he did before coming home didn’t do much, which is obvious cause he only did it to get the majority of the products out.

He sighs and walks to the bathroom instead. Just a quick shower to clean his hair. He hopes he doesn’t wake anyone up as he turns the shower on and undressed.

When he stepped under the water, he’s glad he chose to wash up. His muscles relax and he exhaled deeply. He wanted to relax more but didn’t want to be in the shower more than needed so he opened his eyes and grabbed his shampoo and lathered it through his hair, wincing whenever his fingers got caught on tangled strands covered in gel.

He sighs as he realized he also had braids in his hair, the twinge from how tight they were braided becoming nothing as his day went on, forgetting them completely.

He needs to clean his hair but he doesn’t want to stand in the shower forever, unbraiding his hair as the water ran so he switched to filling the tub with hot water before sitting down and leaning back, enjoying the warm water before he tilts his head and reaches up to undo his braids. The soap he still had in his hair kinda helped as he untangled each one.

Lathering the shampoo through his hair again, he sinks under the water to wash off the soap. He does the same thing with his conditioner but he stayed under the water for a moment, the warmth surrounds him as he’s left to his thoughts before he sits up out of the water when he hears muffled knocking.

Wiping his face and spitting water away from his mouth, he calls out. “Yeah?” “Kai, what are you doing?” He huffs before standing up and draining the tub. “Sorry, one sec.” He grabs a towel and dries off quickly but enough so he could at least get his boxers on.

With his clothes and towel held in front of him, he opens the door to be greeted by a sleepy Hyunjin. “Sorry.” “S’fine. How were your shoots?” He asks through a yawn. “Good, tiring but good nonetheless.” Kai smiled and stepped out of the way. “Good. Uh, last i remember, Chan was trying to wait up for you.” Kai nods, returning Hyunjin’s hug when he stepped forward before walking into the room he just left.

Quickly shuffling to his room, he grabs random clothes. Black sweats and his favorite soft hoodie before he leaves his room and goes to Chan’s.

He smiles softly when he sees Chan in his bed, looking closer he sees a goose plush tucked into his arms. Kai brows furrowed, wondering where he got it before he remembered: Chan’s birthday was yesterday…

He walks out of Chan’s room back to his to grab the small gift he got for his leader before returning. He pulls out his phone for a moment, going to their youtube to see Chan’s Live. He tapped on it, scrolling through the video quickly to see that the gifts he spun for. That explains the grey material on his desk chair and the plushie.

He puts his phone away before walking over to the side of his bed and crouching down. It might be creepy, watching someone sleep, though Kai couldn’t help but admire Chan. He looked adorable bundled in his blankets, hugging the goose closer. Looking closer, at the hood draped over Chan’s head, he sees he’s wearing his hoodie, Him and his sibling initials embroidered on the hood, a gift from his mom.

Kai smiles, he doesn’t want to bother him but Hyunjin said he was waiting for him. Why was he waiting for him?

He reaches a hand up, moving under the hood to lightly scratch at Chan’s scalp and brush a hand through his hair. The male groans before turning into a whine as he turned his face into the pillow. “Channie-Hyung?” With more movement and sounds of denial of wanting to be awake, Chan opens his eyes and smiles. “Hi…” He whispers. “Hey, Jinnie said you were waiting up for me?” He hums, taking Kai’s hand into his own and he sighs, closing his eyes again. “What for? I told all of you that I had photo shoots today for different brands.” “Was worried when you came back after the second one…looked tired…wanted to check you.”

Kai chuckles softly at his sleepy speech. “I got you something.” His eyes open and light up as he shifts to try and see what it was. “What is it?” Chan may sound greedy but he loves every gift Kai gives him, no matter what, even on random days, Kai gifts him something handmade with occasional times of bought gifts from stores.

“You want to open it or what?” “No, comfy, can you?” Kai laughs. “Yeah, but I need my hand.” He pouts but let’s go of Kai’s hand. He sets the bag between his knees, still squatting next to the bed, before reaching into the bag and pulling both items out.

“Two gifts?” Kai flushes before speaking, softly rubbing the material. “Uh, sort of. They are matching hoodies, you are always stealing my family hoodie so during any free time I had, i embroidered these hoodies for us. My mom ironed the custom patches on but I was able to pick them up to stitch them.”

They were black hoodies with a patch on the back showing Kai and Chan’s SKZoo cuddled up to one another. Kai’s sister machine sewed ‘My only Hyung’ on Kai’s and “My Duckling” on Chan’s.

When Kai got a hold of them, he embroidered a heart and their initials on the left sleeve along with vines and roses on the hood edge and the pull strings were white.

He holds it up for Chan to see and when Chan read it, he sat up quickly, taking his hoodie from Kai and laying it out on his lap, a finger tracing the patch. “They’re so cute…” He mumbles as he looks up and grabs Kai’s hoodie to look at it too. He read Kai’s hoodie a couple more times before he looks over when he feels Kai’s hand on his face.

“Hyung? Why are you crying?” Chan chuckles, moving the hoodies to the side before moving the blankets. Kai barely blinked before Chan wrapped his arms around his waist and squeezed, resting his head in the crook of his neck to hide his tears. “I-I’m sorry.” “No…” Chan says. “It’s fine.” He pulls back, looking at Kai’s eyes as he smiled. “The hoodies are amazing, it’s so cute.” “Oh, well, thanks but why are you crying?”

“Cause every gift you get me, even the random ones for days that don’t mean anything, it’s so personal and heartwarming. Even for the others, it’s mostly all handmade gifts, I can’t remember the last thing you gifted to me that wasn’t handmade.” “These.” Kai poked Chan’s chest, gesturing to the necklace he was wearing which he bought for their fifth anniversary, Kai felt like it was a gift for saying thanks for choosing him and believing in him. It was a small silver chain with a small ‘KC’ pendant.

“Really?” “Yup.” “Wow…” Chan replied before hugging the male tightly again. “Thank you.” “You don’t need to thank me.” “I do though, when picking you, I didn’t know how thoughtful you would be.” “My mom taught me to give from the heart.” He says causally as he wraps his arms around Chan.

“I…I love you, Kai.” Kai laughs. “Love you too, Hyung, we all do.” “N-No…I-I really…” Chan steps back shakily, removing himself completely from Kai as his hands fidget. “Channie?” “I’m sorry…” “It’s okay, what were you going to say?” “I love you…but more than…I love the other boys…” Kai’s brows raise as his mouth falls open slightly.

“Oh…” “I’m really sorry, I- Thanks, again for the hoodie…” Chan was trying to dismiss what he said and move on but Kai snapped out of his daze, placing a hand on Chan’s cheek and turning him to meet their gazes. His thumb wipes away the tears under his eyes, trying to sooth Chan. “I’m sorry…” He whispers, almost inaudible, as he tries to look away.

“It’s okay, Hyung…Look at me, jagiya…” His eyes widen as he stops trying to look away, his eyes glossy. “It’s okay.” He smiled softly before kissing his forehead, wrapping his arms around Chan’s shoulders and hugging him tightly as he shook with silent cries.

His left arm stayed around his shoulders as his right moves so his hand rubs up and down his back. “C-Can you say it again?” “Say what, jagiya?” Chan exhales and Kai can feel him smiling into his neck. “Do you want to be babied? Do you like that name, agi?” Chan tries to hide his face further into his neck as he giggles.

“I can, y’know?” “What?” “If you want to have less responsibility during our free time, you can come to me and just relax.” “Thank you.” “Of course, bubby.” “How many names do you have?” “So many, it may or may not get worse.” Chan laughs and pulls away from Kai. He smiles, taking Kai’s hoodie off and putting his new one on. Giggling, he hands Kai his, receiving a smile and head shake as he removed his hoodie and put on the other.

Chan tossed to hoodies somewhere and sat on his bed before grabbing Kai’s writer and pulling him forward. Chan slides over, giving Kai room before he fell on top of him and forced Kai to cuddle.

The older snuggled further into Kai, who wrapped his arms around Chan tightly, and took a deep breath. “Hey, this is my cologne…” “Yeah, mine is sprayed on yours.” Chan shyly lifted the collar to his nose to smell it and he gasps softly. “You didn’t think I would know what you favorite cologne of mine is? I know it’s you getting me new bottles of it whenever it low.” Chan blushes, tucking his face into Kai’s neck as he pulled the blankets over them and hugged Chan closer.

Who would’ve thought his heartfelt gifts would get him into dating his group leader…feels weird, but a good weird that has Kai falling asleep with a smile on his face.

[kiankiwi]

Storytime with Elvis

(So this isn’t part of any of the AUs or really based on anything; it was just an idea that was begging to be written. Apologies if it seems a little unpolished in spots; I sort of wrote this on a whim. I sure hope you like it!)

Erin was in a panic.

At first, the morning had been going well; the Cozy Corner bookstore had opened as usual, and the usual amount of customers had been milling around the place. 

But today was a special day. 

Dr. Seuss himself was going to be making a visit to the bookstore to do a storytime of his books “Green Eggs and Ham” and “The Cat in the Hat” for a local charity to support literacy in young children. Local families had been piling in with their kids for the last hour, putting 20 dollars (or whatever they could afford) into the donation box in order to get in. The special chair had been set up and everything. Now, all they had to do was wait for him to arrive. 

The problem was, he was running late. He was supposed to arrive at 12:30, and it was almost 1 pm. Erin had been told he was a punctual man, and preferred to just get in and out, so this didn’t seem like him to be running this far behind.

Then suddenly, about 20 minutes before the storytime was set to begin, Laura (one of the bookstore’s employees) came rushing up to her boss with the phone in her hand, looking panicked. Erin was readjusting some books on a shelf, trying to keep herself busy.

“Miss Erin? We’ve got a problem.”

“What is it?”

“Um…Mr. Seuss isn’t coming.”

Erin nearly dropped the stack of books she was holding.

“Wait, what? Laura, this isn’t the time for jokes right now; I’m on edge as it is.”

“Boss, trust me, I wish I was joking. His agent just called; apparently he’s got a sore throat this morning. He thinks he’s got the flu, so he can’t make it in.”

Erin banged her fist on the nearby bookshelf; she nearly swore, but just barely managed to keep it in when she remembered there were several little kids around.

“Ugh, shi—shittake mushrooms! Why did he have to cancel right before he was supposed to come here? He couldn’t have called us yesterday?!”

Sighing, she tried to compose herself and figure out what to do.

“Okay, okay, okay. I think first, we have to tell the audience there’s been a problem and that he’s not coming. You start giving the donations back—“

Suddenly, a male voice cut in as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Erin turned around to see a dark-haired man in sunglasses and a purple suit looking at the two of them; he had a bunch of flashy-looking rings on his fingers and carried a cane in his right hand, and seemed to be accompanied by a few other men.

Flustered, Erin tried to step out of the way.

“Oh, sorry, did you guys want to get by?”

“No, it’s just…hang on a sec, I can’t see with these damn things on—“

The man took off his glasses, and Laura let out a gasp; Erin looked at him in shock as she finally recognized him.

She couldn’t believe it. Elvis Presley himself was standing in her bookstore. 

He continued, “Miss, I’m sorry, but I—I kinda came in here with my guys on a whim, and I couldn’t help overhearing. Is something wrong?”

Erin sighed; at this point, she reasoned, she had no reason to lie to him.

“Well…yes. See, you probably saw the signs outside about the storytime for charity today, and, well—“

“And the special guest ain’t showin’ up?”

“No. And right now we’re not sure what to do. I mean, I hate to disappoint everyone who showed up, but I guess the best choice is for us to just give the money back.”

Elvis scratched his chin for a minute, looking at Erin’s nametag.

“Miss…Erin? What books was he supposed to read, if you don’t mind me askin’?”

Erin looked a little surprised at the question. “Uh, just “Green Eggs and Ham” and “The Cat in the Hat”. Why?”

“Well, I was thinkin’…Maybe I could do it? That way, you don’t have to give the money back. I mean, I’ve read these books to my guys’ kids a million times; I pretty much know ‘em by heart at this point.”

Erin looked shocked. “A-Are you sure?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s no big deal. No reason to disappoint these people if ya don’t have to. Besides, I ain’t got nowhere to go for a bit.”

One of the guys behind him cut in, “Wait, boss, don’t you gotta be at the studio today?”

“Nah, not till three; besides, it ain’t gonna kill ‘em if I push it back an hour or two.”

Erin and Laura shared a glance, before shrugging. Laura spoke up.

“Uh, well, okay, if you want to, you’ve got it. I gotta say, though, we can’t really pay you much; we’ve only got about like 2 grand for—“

Elvis cut her off. “Don’t you worry about that right now; just tell me where I’m supposed to go.”

Still confused, and trying to figure out if this was really happening, both Erin and Laura led him to the curtain right behind the “stage” where the reading chair was. Laura, bewildered and nervous, came out to announce the “special guest”.

“Okay, well…um, due to an unforseen circumstance, unfortunately Dr. Seuss couldn’t make it today, but a, uh…a special guest has kindly volunteered to take his place to read today, and, um, to add to the fun, I’m…not gonna tell you who it is! Uh, so, uh, Mystery Guest, come on out!”

Erin sighed and slapped her forehead at how unprofessional the whole thing sounded, but Elvis seemed to not even notice as he walked out, causing a small stir among the moms and dads sitting in the audience; it seemed they were as surprised as the bookstore employees that the great Elvis Presley was going to be reading to them and their kids.

He gave a small bow and his usual cheeky, charming smile, before sitting down in the reading chair and picking up “Green Eggs and Ham”. He read with all the care and excitement of an experienced storyteller, even pausing to show the kids the illustrations in the book; Erin couldn’t help but laugh when he pointed out one picture and told the kids, “Now, see, he was gonna punch Sam-I-Am, but he walked away. That’s what you do when you’re mad, you don’t hit people; you just walk away with it.”

Erin smiled; she couldn’t help but think this storytime was turning out to be much better than they’d ever expected.

*****

This was so unique and cute! Thank you for writing it!!! <3 @arianatheangel-girl you’re so talented