#i am not in the fucking mood today to be The Funny Guy on here

[butchdykekondraki]

sorry for not like. answering asks today. you guys arent gonna believe it but the fellas with Feels Bad Disorder are experiencing a new unique symptom called Feeling Bad

[zynari]

𒄬 CAUGHT IN THE FLASH

― scaramouche x fem!reader

― 10. heart's in danger ♬ // wc: 668

“Do your bandmates like cakes?” you asked Scaramouche while looking at the variety of cakes in front of you.

The two of you are currently in a cake shop, since he told you that he will take you to Inazuma to watch their practice. You told him that you can’t go there empty-handed, so here you are—buying a cake as a present for them.

“I don’t really know their preferences.” you heard Scaramouche said from behind, pulling up his mask to hide his face. He’s wearing a disguise because, you know, to hide from his fans—or public, in general.

You look back at him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean you don’t know their preferences?”

“Just buy one already before everybody notices that I am here.”

“Oh. Right.”

After having a hard time choosing one (because all of them looks delicious), you finally chose one and you and Scaramouche successfully left the shop without anyone noticing him.

Once you hop inside the car, he immediately starts the engine and drives.

“How did you even bring your car here if you are from Inazuma?”

“I bought this one when I decided to stay with you here in Fontaine.”

Jaw Drop.

You look at him, waiting for him to say “just kidding” but he remained stoic and didn’t say anything.

He bought a CAR? Just for THAT???

“...Sorry for breathing the same air as you.” you mumbled, shying away from him and turning your gaze to look outside.

He scoffs, “I will give this to you once the suspension is lifted.”

Another jaw drop. Is this— is this guy serious???

“You’re kidding, right?” you look back at him, “Don’t just casually say that like you’re giving a candy to a kid. It’s not funny.”

“I am fucking serious, y/n.” he reaches something from the backseat when the traffic light is red, then gives it to you.

You reluctantly accept it and your eyes widen when you see that it was a key.

Oh my fucking archons…

You were speechless. You look back and forth at the key and him. You don’t know if you should be thankful, because you never expected someone to give you something this huge and expensive.

After all, you and Scaramouche aren’t really dating, and you just met each other few days ago.

“Scara—I can’t—”

Scaramouche wrapped his hand around yours and you felt your face flushing, and your heart started beating like crazy.

“Just accept this as my apology for dragging you into this mess, y/n.”

“But—”

“No buts.”

“—I don’t know how to drive.” I’ve never even been inside a car aside from a cab.

He smirked, “That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll teach you.”

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After almost three hours, you finally arrived at your destination. You’ve never been to Inazuma, so when you stepped outside the car, the unfamiliar, yet beautiful scenery mesmerized you.

This place is completely different from Fontaine…

“Careful, or a bug might enter your mouth.” you heard Scaramouche said from behind and you quickly close your mouth. “We still have time, do you want to walk around?”

As long as you wanted to accept his offer, you knew that his bandmates were waiting for him so you shook your head.

“Nope. I’m good.” you smiled at him, “Besides, you’re keeping a low profile and hiding from the public, right?”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Don’t make it sound like I'm a criminal or something.”

You laughed, nodding your head. For some reason, you’re in a good mood today.

Forget about the car and just enjoy your day...

-Must be the atmosphere and fresh air here in Inazuma.

When you look at him, your laughter dies down and your smile slowly fades.

Scaramouche is just standing there, looking at you. He’s still wearing his cap and face mask but you can see his eyes staring back at you.

Badump.

What the hell, heart?

You cleared your throat and avoided his gaze. “S-so, where are we going now?”

Scaramouche was silent for a few seconds before answering you.

“Follow me.”

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CHAPTER'S NOTE: it took an hour for scaramouche to convince you to go with him XD

about the car--- it just came up that's why scara suddenly said that 🥹 (get a man who will give you a fricking car as an apology)

IDK WHAT I'M DOING HELP HAHA

SYNOPSIS: in which, a twenty-year old college student who also works as an on-call staff at an event management company finds herself in trouble when a picture of her with the popular guitarist of the famous band "cr4ze", went viral.

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[yuri-is-online]

Well Maybe the Octopus was Being a Dick! (Or Tsunotarou tries to do Yu a solid but he misunderstood a joke)

A/N- I am so sorry this is my first post I swear I have real writing ON GOD- EDIT- Made a part 2 with the other guys (x)

Various x Reader

"Human courtship rituals are truly as bizarre as they are fascinating."  Tsunotarou muses as you fight with your sleep deprived brain to remember how you even got on to this topic.  Today hadn't been a good day, Grim had been in a bad mood, Trein had popped a quiz on you, and Deuce had somehow managed to land you both in detention because he screwed up a potion.  By the time you managed to drag yourself back to Ramshackle, you were so tired you were practically falling over, only to find Tsunotarou pouting outside your gate.  You didn’t really have it in you to tell him no, so you’d stumbled around the woods outside your dorm for a few moments talking about… courtship?  Apparently?  You could have sworn you were just talking about some anime Idia suggested you watch.  “I never would have expected watching fish to be such a fundamental step in one’s relationship."

“Yeah there’s a thing in my world about it too.��  you say thinking about a visual novel you’d played once (or was it thirty?) times.  “Some sort of bit about a date where you go to an aquarium and when your person points out fishes they like you jump into the tank to fight them for their affection.” You blink and Tsunotarou suddenly fills your vision, staring intensely into your eyes.”

“Child of man, are you serious about this?”  he asks, and you just blink in response.  You’re pretty sure you are missing something here.

“Uh, yeah?  It was pretty funny I guess.”  you say, extremely confused.  Tsunotarou simply nods with a look of utmost seriousness on his face.

“I see, how very interesting you are child of man.  Fear not, I will make sure you receive the courtship you deserve.”  The only response you can think to give is a blank stare, but Tsunotarou is already gone and apparently on a mission.

“Fully intends to do combat for your hand but gets too distracted”- Malleus

He really wants to do this the right way, if fighting the fish in the aquarium tank will show the extent of his devotion then beloved, you need only point at the offending article and it will be turned to cosmic dust.  But you’re just too ethereal in the aquarium lighting and he ends up completely forgetting his objective in coming here and follows you around like a love struck puppy the entire time.  Whoops, objective failed successfully.

"Claims to know it's a joke, fights anyway"-Jade, Leona

Look, he knows there's no way what Malleus is claiming is even remotely true.  Your world might not have any magic, but it sounds pretty “normal” by human standards.  Fighting fish for someone’s affection?  Un-fucking-likely.  Jade enjoys being a mild inconvenience to everyone around him and Malleus really has just given him the best excuse to be an absolute menace.  He’s responding to everyone’s complaints with a put upon sigh, lamenting what drastic lengths he has to go to for your affection.  Leona’s more the type to directly tease you about it; he shredded Azul’s contracts and left him a crying mess, that’s got to count as beating up a fish right?  He’s just waiting on your response, herbivore.  

“Shrimp heaven really is now!”- FLOYD        

Doesn’t even think twice about it.  He’s already obsessed with picking fights with strong people anyway, now you’re telling him he gets to beat people up and win shrimpy’s affection at the same time?  Floyd’s kicking up his feet and giggling a little too much for anyone’s comfort, almost like he’s misinterpreted fish to mean friends.  Please prefect, Ace is begging you, just give your eel some kisses so he knows you're already his or direct him towards some actual fish before they are fuCkING UNDER ATTACK-

“Claims to know it’s a joke, overthinks anyway”- Jack, Azul, Riddle    

Ok ok look, just hear him out on this one.  Some cultures do place a significance on ritual combat to win a prospective partner’s affection.  Sure he doesn’t THINK you come from a culture like that, but maybe you do and just haven’t mentioned it this whole time and that’s why his obvious not so obvious attempts at flirtation have gone over your head.  Because he wasn’t offering to fight fish for you.  No now that he tries to say that out loud it sounds even more ridiculous BUT WHAT IF- repeat ad nauseum until he timidly (Jack, Riddle), slyly (Azul) just asks you about it and can’t decide who he’s more embarrassed for: Malleus or himself.

“Brings you actual fish”- Trey, Rook, Ruggie      

He has enough of a head on his shoulders to realize Malleus is probably misinterpreting something that was meant to be funny, but hey, it’s given him an idea.  For Rook, the idea of hunting wild game to provide you with nourishment is an idea he’s toyed with more than once.  If Roi du Dragon deems him worthy of advice, the least he can do as an appreciator of beauty is take it.  Trey’s already a fan of puns and dad jokes, and he knows A LOT of ones about fish.  Probably invites you over to help him bake it with the excuse of prepping for an unbirthday party and shamelessly teases you the whole time.  Ruggie’s the only normal man here I’m sorry to say, he just gets the idea to take you fishing as a date.  He gets to spend time with you AND supplement his diet, it’s a win-win situation.

“COMPLETELY ignores the fish thing and rags on your sleep schedule”- Vil

He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed spudling.  Really you need to be taking better care of yourself, how else are you supposed to blossom into the beautiful flower he knows you are if you aren’t getting those full 8 hours honey?  Tells you to be thankful he isn’t being unreasonable while he’s waltzing through your dorm cursing every energy drink he can get his hands on.  He will brute force your circadian rhythm back into shape so help him GOD.

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

Hidden embers

Chapter 5

Chapter summary: You and Joel have a much needed conversation to try and fix things, key word “try.”

A/N: Hi hellooo it’s hidden embers Wednesday (BETTER LATE THAN NEVER). Writing this story is genuinely bringing me so much joy, I’m glad you guys are enjoying reading it as much as i am enjoying creating this world. If you haven’t figured it out yet, this story is much more about the plot than it is about smut or fluff, so if that’s what you’re here for, you’re gonna have to be patient (it’s gonna be worth it i promise!!) Again, tysm for the support on this, the comments make me so so happy and motivate me to keep writing this, much appreciated 🤍

Warnings: No outbreak AU, no use of y/n, no sarah, Age gap, DBF!Joel, Slow burn, a tiny bit of angst, Mean!Joel if you squint

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You’re in a shit mood. Have been for a while, though you refuse to dig too deep to pinpoint when it started. It might’ve been around the time Joel kicked you out of his house, but honestly, it’s inconsequential.

The point is, your mood’s been sour for the past week, and this stupid boot you have to wear for your sprained ankle isn’t helping. What really pisses you off is the doctor saying that if you hadn’t walked on it, it’d be a grade 1 sprain instead of a grade 2.

‘Cause what the fuck does he know about why you refused that car ride home? What does he know about the churning, boiling anger twisting in your gut every time you hear the name Joel Miller? And then, to make it all worse, he had to recommend two weeks of bed rest so your ankle could heal properly and as fast as possible. Safe to say that doctor isn’t exactly on your list of favorite people right now.

On top of that, your mother’s been parading you around like a prized pony all week, forcing you to sit through those never-ending pageant meetings she insists on holding at the house. It’s like she’s playing the role of a doting, concerned mother in front of her friends, fussing over you as if you’re some fragile doll. Which is funny because you’ve told her on multiple occasions you’d rather stay in bed and rest your ankle than get dragged downstairs while on crutches, yet she insists on how rude it would be to not come greet the guests.

Thankfully, today’s a bit different. She’s gone out to scout venues for the pageant, leaving you in the care of your dad. Normally, you’d be relieved by that, but not today. Not when you overhear him on the phone inviting Joel over to watch the Cowboys game.

“Oh good, you’re up. Joel’s coming over,” your dad says with a grin as you make your way slowly towards the living room couch. “Figured we could all watch the game together. Like old times.”

You’re not a massive football fan, never have been, but watching the games with your dad was always something you enjoyed. It was your thing. Now, the thought of sharing that time with Joel makes your blood boil. Sure, he’s been doing this with your dad way longer than you have, but the last thing you need this week is Joel sitting next to you like nothing happened, like the astronaut-looking boot immobilizing your foot isn’t a constant reminder of why the injury got so bad in the first place. He might not be at fault for you walking all the way back home, but he’s certainly to blame for making you angry enough to do it.

The tightening knot in your chest isn’t just about what happened—though that certainly adds fuel to the fire—it’s about the mess of emotions you’ve been grappling with ever since. You’ve always prided yourself on being mature, on handling things with a level head and a clear mind. You’re the one who’s got it all together, the one people turn to when they need advice or a shoulder to lean on. But when it comes to Joel, all that goes out the window. You find yourself acting in a way you never have, even as a teenager.

You hate that you care this much, that his actions affect you so deeply, and that you can’t just brush it off like you do with everything else. You hate that what he is doing —the sudden coldness and firm boundaries— are probably the right thing for him to do. Hell, you even respect him for it, in a twisted way. He’s keeping a polite distance from his best friend's daughter, and it makes it that much more pathetic that it upsets you so much. His rejection, no matter how justified, still stings like a slap to the face, and the way he went about it, so abrupt and dismissive, only adds salt to the wound.

But it’s more than just anger at him. It’s anger at yourself, too. For feeling this way. For letting it get to you. For wanting something that you know you shouldn’t, something that feels wrong on so many levels. You can’t help but feel a creeping sense of shame, like you’re betraying the version of yourself that you’ve always tried to be—strong, independent, unshakeable. And yet, here you are, feeling small and foolish because of a man’s mixed signals.

You’re used to being in control of your emotions, but this? This is new, uncharted territory, and you don’t know how to navigate it without crashing and burning. So, you do the only thing you can think of: you shut down. You sweep all those feelings under the rug, acting like nothing happened and doing your absolute best to avoid Joel as much as possible. Because if you can’t be the strong, composed woman you’ve always tried to be, you can at least be the one in control of this situation, even if it’s just on the surface.

“I don’t know, Dad,” you start, trying to keep your voice casual. “I’m not really feeling up to it today. Maybe you two could just watch it without me?”

He gives you a look, that ‘puppy left on on the side of the road’ look he always uses to get you to do whatever he wants. “C’mon, sweetheart. It’ll be fun. Besides, you’ve been cooped up all week. You need a little excitement.”

Excitement is the opposite of what you need right now. Maybe a day of peace and quiet would fix every single issue in your life, but there’s no arguing with him, not when he’s already so excited about it. So, you force a smile and nod. “Alright, I’ll watch.”

But as soon as you hear Joel’s truck pull up in the driveway, that forced smile slips off your face. When he walks through the door, it takes every ounce of willpower not to roll your eyes. He’s all smiles, greeting your dad with a hearty handshake, but when his gaze lands on you, it’s different. There’s a flicker of something—concern, maybe something else—but you don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting.

“Hey, kid,” he says, all casual-like, as if nothing ever happened.

“Joel,” you reply, your tone clipped, arms crossed as you turn back to the TV.

Your dad, oblivious as always, doesn’t notice the tension crackling in the air between you and Joel. He’s already settling into his recliner on your right, meaning Joel will have to sit to your left on the couch. You try to muster up the polite Southern girl your parents raised you to be, but your patience is thinning by the second, and you feel like a time bomb ticking away.

You do your best to ignore him. The game’s playing on the TV but your mind is far from focused on it. Your dad seems deep into it though, and for a second, you almost think Joel is, too. But then, out of nowhere, you feel his eyes on you.

“Didn’t think Presscott had it in him this season,” Joel says casually, trying to draw you in. His voice is low, familiar. He’s not even looking at you directly, just tossing the comment out there like he’s fishing for an easy reply.

You shrug without taking your eyes off the screen. “Guess we’ll see.”

The silence that follows isn’t comfortable, nothing like the ones you two have shared before. Even though you know you’re being short with him, you can’t stop yourself. It’s easier to keep things shallow, to avoid any real conversation, because if you let him in—if you let the words flow—the dam will break, and you’re not ready for that. Not here. Not with your dad in the room.

Joel doesn’t give up, though. “I remember last season your dad nearly threw the remote through the TV” he says, chuckling softly. “Thought he was gonna lose it when they botched that fourth-quarter drive.”

He’s trying to be light, trying to break the tension, but it grates on you. You force a laugh, but it’s hollow. “Yeah. Funny.”

You glance over at him, just briefly, and catch the way his brow furrows. It’s like he’s trying to gauge where you’re at, trying to figure out how to soften you up —the reason why he's so interested in doing so right now is beyond you. You can see the conflict there, the way he’s holding back—just like you are—but neither of you is willing to be the first to crack.

“How’s the um…” Joel starts again, voice softer now, “how’s the ankle? Healing alright?”

It’s such a simple question, but it feels like a loaded one. You swallow hard, the anger bubbling up in your chest. “Just peachy.” you say through gritted teeth, still not looking at him. “Let’s watch the game.”

Joel shifts beside you. You can feel him trying, can sense the struggle in him to connect in some way, but you won’t give him the satisfaction. Not after the week you’ve had, not after the way he’s been messing with your head.

He’s quiet for a few minutes, and you almost think he’s given up—until he tries again. “Look, I know we haven’t talked since—” he starts, but you cut him off with a sharp shake of your head.

“Drop it, Joel,” you mutter, so low your dad can’t hear. You still don’t meet his eyes. “Not now.”

Joel lets out a breath, and you feel the tension between you tighten, like a rope pulling tighter and tighter with every second that passes. He falls silent again, and for a while, the only sounds in the room are the commentators on the TV and your dad’s occasional cheers or groans at the game.

But it doesn’t feel over. The conversation, the tension, the unsaid words—it’s all still there, simmering beneath the surface, and you know it’s only a matter of time before something gives.

At halftime, your dad stands up to stretch his legs. You’re almost relieved when he breaks the silence, muttering something about his age. Joel laughs stiffly before replying with a quiet “Ditto.”

“I ran into Maryanne the other day, you know, the one from down the street. She was askin’ after you.” your dad says, grinning like it’s nothing. “Wanted to know if you ever got her message. You planning on callin’ her back?”

Joel hesitates, and you catch the slight shift in his posture from the corner of your eye. Your dad’s words hang in the air like a loaded gun, and suddenly, the room feels too small, too stifling.

Your stomach twists. Without thinking, you stand up abruptly, ignoring the sharp pang in your ankle as you do. “I need some air,” you mutter, voice clipped.

“Hey! Use the crutches kid, doctor said you still need ‘em.” Your dad calls after you.

“I’m fine dad, I’ll be out for just a second.” you don’t bother looking back as you make long strides towards the door.

You make it to the porch, the cool air doing little to calm the storm raging inside you. You lean against the railing, gripping it so hard your knuckles turn white. You’re furious—furious at him, at yourself, at this whole damn situation. How did you let it get this far? How did you let Joel Miller, of all people, get under your skin like this?

Minutes pass before you hear the door creak open behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. You can feel his presence, heavy and familiar. He’s quiet as he steps out onto the porch, giving you a little space, like he knows better than to push his luck right now. You only hear him setting the crutches up against the railing, next to where you stand.

“You alright?” he asks, his voice rougher now, not as soft as it was earlier. There’s a wariness to it, like he’s testing the waters, unsure of how far he can go.

You don’t turn to look at him. “Let’s not do this.”

“Do what?”

“Acting like you care while I act like I don’t.”

He shifts behind you, and you can hear the hesitation in his breath before he responds. “I do.”

You huff out a bitter laugh. “Funny way of showing it.”

He doesn’t answer right away, and you hate how the silence stretches between you, filling the space with all the things you’re not saying. Finally, he steps closer, but not too close—just enough that you can feel his presence at your back.

“I’m sorry for last week. It wasn’t right, I was… in a mood. Had nothing to do with you.” The lie is heavy on his lips, you can tell even though you haven’t known him long enough to figure out all his tells.

“Seems like it had a lot to do with me, couldn’t wait to get me out of there.” You’re being petty, you know. But he’s pushing you and you can only be patient for so long.

“Don't be like that…”

“So, how’s the whole gardening thing working out for you?” you press him, pumping the brattiness up a notch.

He stares at you, a glimmer of frustration rising in his eyes. “'Bout as well as ignoring doctor’s orders to rest your ankle, I’d imagine.”

You narrow your eyes at him, resisting the urge to snap back. “I’m doing just fine, thanks.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he mutters, his tone laced with sarcasm. “You’re real good at takin’ care of yourself.”

Your jaw tightens, but you keep your voice steady. “I don’t need someone to babysit me.”

“That what you think I’m doin’?” He steps a little closer, his voice dropping lower, almost challenging. “Babysittin’?”

You look away, the intensity in his gaze making it hard to hold. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Joel. One minute you’re... I don’t even know, and the next you’re pushing me away.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can feel the weight of his eyes on you. “Maybe I’m just tryin’ to do the right thing.”

“By keeping me at arms length?” you ask, finally turning to look at him again. There’s a vulnerability in your voice that you hate, but it slips out anyway.

“By not makin’ things harder than they need to be,” he says, his tone softening slightly, though there’s still a hint of frustration there.

You sigh, the fight draining out of you. “Yeah, well, it’s clearly not working out great.”

The silence that follows is heavy, filled with all the things neither of you is willing to say. But there’s a shift in the air, a slight easing of the tension that’s been coiling between you both.

“Look,” he says after a moment, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to… I just—”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, not wanting to hear whatever half-assed apology he’s about to offer. “We’re fine.”

He nods, though you can tell he’s not entirely convinced. “Yeah. We’re fine.”

You both stand there for a few more seconds, the conversation lingering in the air like smoke, not fully dissipating but not choking you either.

“Guess we should head back in,” you finally say, breaking the silence. Your voice is calmer now, the anger simmering down to a low burn.

“Yeah,” he agrees, stepping back to give you space. “We should.”

You turn to head inside—using your crutches this time— and for a brief moment, your shoulder brushes against his. The contact is brief, almost accidental, but it sends a jolt through you. Neither of you acknowledges it, but the feeling lingers as you walk back into the house.

As you settle back into the living room, there’s still an odd tension between you, something unspoken that neither of you wants to touch. The game is back on, and you both pretend to watch, but your thoughts are elsewhere, circling around everything that was just said—and everything that wasn’t.

It’s not perfect, and it’s not exactly comfortable, but it’s better than before. The air is clearer, if only slightly, and though the weird vibes linger, you both settle into a truce of sorts.

For now, it’ll have to be enough.

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One Piece incorrect Quotes

part 2 because they are funny

Sanji: Wait, hold up, why you draw yourself like that? Usopp: Uh, like what? Sanji: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs. Usopp: Uh, this is what I look like. Sanji:

Usopp: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Sanji: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones. Zoro: I wanna have a cowboy hat! Usopp: Okay, arms and hat. draws them Luffy: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too! Usopp: You can't just take Zoro's hat idea, Luffy! He thought it up all by himself like a good person! Come up with your own thing! Luffy: BUT I WANNA LOOK COOL! Nami: Put Luffy on one of those stupid baby tricycles. Luffy: NO!! Usopp: Tricycle, done. draws it Brook, want anything? Nami, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: A blaster?! No, that's not really our style, Brook. Brook, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: You know what, okay. draws it But it's just for holding, not for shooting.

Brook: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Franky: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Robin: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Zoro: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Nami: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Sanji: Mental stability, my old friend! Brook: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Franky: From now on we will be using code names. Franky: You can address me as Eagle One. Franky: Chopper is “been there done that”. Franky: Robin is “currently doing that”. Franky: Brook is “it happened once in a dream”. Franky: Nami is “if I had to pick a gal”. Franky: And Usopp is.. Franky: Eagle Two Usopp: Oh thank god.

Luffy, watching Zoro and Sanji from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE-

Usopp, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Nami: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Nami: Here you go. Usopp: Nami: Sanji: Why am I here?

Chopper: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Usopp: Usopp: I'm gonna tell them. Nami: Don't you dare.

Nami: We’re going to a candy store?! Usopp: No! It’s nighttime, candy stores are closed. Chopper: We’re gonna ROB a candy store?!?! Usopp, sighing: No-

Chopper: How do I ask someone out? Nami: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. Chopper: No! Usopp: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. Chopper: Stop! Robin: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. Chopper: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

Chopper: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Nami? Nami: Usopp, easily. Usopp, laughing: What the fuck, man. Nami: Well, Sanji would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Sanji, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Chopper: Today at 7 am, Robin poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Nami: I watched Robin brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Usopp: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Franky: Know why I called you in here? Robin: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Franky: Stops pouring two glasses of wine. Accidentally?

Sanji: Stops making lunch an stand there confused

Franky: What are you in the mood for? Robin: World domination. Franky: That's a bit ambitious. Robin: You are my world. Franky: Aww… Robin: Franky: Robin: Franky: OH.

[sgnjimmy]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝔂'𝓼 𝓪 𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓻

joker x gn! reader

a/n: @thisyeargoodyear asked for this, and i shall deliver as i am here to serve to u guys🫡.

warning (s): none! only lovely sappy shit <3. (Not Proofread).

Bf!Joker does not express his love with words, and you, after some time together with him have learned to read his actions as words.

Bf!Joker like when he does this thing in where he holds your hand when you're about to drift off to sleep. A silent ‘i love you’, you came to realize. He holds it tightly but still gently, fearing he'll wake you up with his tough hands.

Bf!Joker is always holding your things for you. He will not let you trouble yourself around him, the taller man just wants to be used and abused by you, it makes him feel needed, useful. And not like when Wooin needs him, those are just jobs - jobs that he's not so happy about, to begin with-, but for you? Oh, god, he's running to get you whatever you need in a instant.

Bf!Joker can get very cranky when he doesn't see you. He understands that you're busy - or sometimes him - but he can't help, he's gotta see you at least once a day, or else his mood is thrown out the window.

Bf!Joker is a fan of hot showers but only if you're with him. He's not the type to take much time showing z he grew up poor so showers were just to take dirt off and never for the fun of it, they couldn't afford it. But now he does, he can, and loves too. He takes all the time in the world listening to you talks about whatever been or is on your mind.

Holding you in his arms while the two of you are sat on the bathtub, he plays with some bubbles in his hand in front of you.

“She's being such a pain in my ass. I did the assignment just like she told me to, but nooo, she also wanted this and that. Which she never wrote on the text. I'm not a fucking mind reader, for fuck's sake!” He can't help laugh at that.

“Hey, don't laugh, I'm pissed!”

“You right, ’m sorry.” Although he's sincere you can hear him smiling behind you.

“Sure, sure. But what about you, how was your day?”

“Normal.”

“Whoa, stop giving me so much details or we'll be here till mid night.” You can't help the sarcasm. You love him but he's always like this. Is funny but kind of frustrating at the same time.

“But it was normal. Nothing too exciting happened for me today, not like your story 'bout the ‘witch’.”

“Alright, stop mocking me.” You play and he tries to defend himself saying ‘I'm not!’. “I just feel a bit bad making you listen to me and my bullshit all the time.”

“But i like it.” He lays a kiss on your shoulder. “Didn't see you all day, makes me miss you. I love your voice, y'know. Can listen to you ramble all day long and 's like heaven.” Another kiss right on the same spot.

He can be so romantic sometimes, and you know he's not even trying, which just makes him so much better at it. He, like everyone else had his flaws, but you don't mind them att all when he's like this. Or when you know he's trying his best for you, all of the time.

Bf!Joker never fails in making you feel loved.

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypnotic Leather

I am scared shit when working in the dark on my way home from work when I see lengthy stretching seed of lights washing over the road and I am not so keen to hear the sound of motorcycles running from the darkness of the room.

The lights zoom up flooding the entirety of the area blanketing the whole area leaving me turning red with both fear as well as rage and soon I am doing my best to go running like a marathon shooting upward I finally am making up the back alleyway.

I am now standing at the end pr edge of the alleyway my back facing the wall as I am in panic mood now my heart is racing when I see it and it’s truly frightening as the motor stops and feet hit the ground and pacing encircles me.

This older guy spots me pointing to his crew as to say that I am who they are looking for as they enter the area walking down the path as I wish for some sort of escape but they finally do make it to me and block mu exit.

The leader stops crossing his arms over his body wrapping it tight on his shoulders as he taps his toes in defiance because I have no other choice but to stand my grand stare him down and he moves a bit closer to me my dear.

He is smirking happily showcasing his bright white teeth, offering his hand firm for me to shake with deep callouses embedded in his body and he holds on extremely tight it is a horrifying experience but it all changes at this point.

“Sorry we did not mean to scare you “

“Yet! You chased after me”

“This our town”

“Right? Well I would like to go home”

“Why don’t you stay?”

“You intrigue me”

“Let me go”

“Come on! What a beautiful ring?”

“Oh this thing! I bought it today “

“Can I see it?”

“You wish”

“I cave stop staring “

“What are you attached?”

“I feel drawn it”

“I know flame to candle “

“Yes”

“Anyway ! Back up”

“Sure! Whatever you want”

“That is too easy?”

“Kiss the ring”

“Okay”

“I’ll kiss the…the fuck”

“Haha very funny”

“I need to go home”

“I’ll give you a ride”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are two boss the ring says so”

“Okay then and you are madly in love with me.”

“Naturally! We are together babe”

“Mwahahahahaha “

Tom is his name he says to me putting his arm in my shoulder as he guides from the alleyway with a air of protection like have not seen yet and leads me to his motorcycle which I am non to happy to see but slide on to his back.

He reaches for the helmet placing it on my head as we ride off on to the road driving me back to my place, the engine revs up even more as he comes to a slow crawl and stops the motorcycle leaving me utterly breathless as he puts down the pike to park it.

I hop off a bit dizzy removing the helmet from head as I hand it to him he puts it on the handle bar and grabs my waist as he yanks me closer to him feeling his breath on me so hot and our lips grows closer to each other.

He is under my spells so I finally let of all my defenses smashing my lips to his as the mere taste of his leaves me so excited my energy speeds up the more we kiss I am on cloud nine so high and feel a exhilarating sensation.

We part as I back up taking a deep breath in disbelief of my current situation because I am not use to this, my eyes return my gaze to ring again as it shines cobalt blue emits the energy on to Tom who freezes as it is scanning him.

The ring stops with Tom’s image now being broadcast through the ring I can see he is waking up from just trance in horror as he looks at me menacingly and beginning to pound forcefully on the glass hoping to break free.

“You can’t hold me in here forever “

“You chased after me”

“This your fault and your punishment “

“You dare speak to me like that “

“Who are you anyway?”

“Tom the leader of this town”

“You are not some leader “

“You forced this on them”

“The town is scared of you”

“As they should be”

“Your scared of me now”

“If only you could see it”

“Hmm! Well”

“Well what?”

“Listen Tom”

“ I will listen “

“You are fading from existence “

“Vanishing in”

“Unfreeze”

“Hey babe “

“Yes bitch”

“Can stay the night?”

“My gang watch the house ?”

“It’s a big state “

“Three only “

“Three of you “

“The rest keep the state in terror “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“The old you would be horrified “

“He’s gone for good! Thank you for saving me”

The end

If enough people like it I’ll do more

[inkofimagination]

Can you please write about y/n and Hasan from the pod (they live in my head rent free) actually getting together

They way they actually would get together is kinda funny.

I imagine them being at some kind of event that the whole pod crew had to attend and this is where things unravel.

The event takes place after this incident. They were still in a weird place, where either they are at eachothers throats or mouths. Depends on the mood, you know.

Both of them look stunning. They even complimented eachother! Kinda.

''Am I hot''

''*Hasan does not know how to respond* I uh-''

''I meant my body temperature asshole check if I have a fever''

We have talked about Hasan being jealous a lot of times on this blog and this is one of the cases.

Y/N was left alone at some point of the night and clearly being beautiful, as she is, some guy tried to talk to her but everything felt weird to her.

Usually she likes to flirt around, have fun with guys but not today. She wishes someone else was flirting with her here.

Of course, Hasan saw this guy coming up to Y/N in seconds because he never really took his eyes of her the whole night and let me tell you, the boy was boiling inside from jealousy but he also noticed that Y/N was feeling uncomfortable talking to that guy and he knew that was his time to shine.

''Please don’t kill me for this'' Hasan says before kissing her and making sure the guy standing next to them gets the message.

They pull apart and he whispers ''Do you realise how many people would kill to be where I am right now?''

''I could say the same about myself''

''So you won't kill me for the stunt that I pulled here?"

"Just kiss me again and I will think" and he does THAT.

The rest of the evening they spent every minute together talking, kissing, talking, kissing and when Will saw them wrapped around eachother he yelled ''FUCKING FINALLY!"

[gremlintheslut]

Forever theirs (redone)

Chapter 7 good bad guys

Can't be bothered to write warnings if you've read the previous chapters you know what this shit is about

Master list

I wake up with several pairs of arms wrapped around me. The weight of another person laying on top of me is one of the first things I notice. I'm in so much pain yet I'm so comfortable. I feel at ease and I don't want to open my eyes. When I do I will be met with the people I want to see least. My head feels foggy and my thoughts feel unlike my own. My brain thinks like I would but everything is off.

I want to cry or try to do something to make the undescribable feeling in my head leave. But I can't I'm still and my body feels at ease.  I can't feel anything and I feel something I've never felt before at the same time. I want to scream and cry but I want nothing more than to go back to bed.

But, I can't do anything so I lay in this big bed with practically strangers and the guy I fucked at work. Eventually, tears fall from my eyes and all physical pain leaves my body. I am aware of the wound on my neck but I do not feel its effects. It feels like I am swimming in an abyss of calmness. I didn't know my moods could switch like this but I don't seem to find it in me to care nor do I want to.

I let this feeling of calm overtake my body and this want of nothing fill my thoughts. Nothing matters not even me. I have never felt more alive yet I have never felt so dead. I think I might be happy with this calm high but I can't tell. I don't have a single thought for what could be seconds, minutes, or hours. Then I think I may be dead.

Then the calm leaves. I begin to want to leave and I have a slight headache. Most things below the waist hurt and I don't want to risk trying to get up.

"Morning sweetie," Rhea says in a tired sing-song voice. "morning Mommy" I reply I don't need to look to know she has a shit-eating grin on her face just from the fact I called her mommy again. "how did you sleep?" she says her arms tightening around me pulling me closer so my back is pressed against her front. "good I don't remember going to bed though," I say and she chuckles trying to not wake up the others.

I decide to not mention my strange experience with her or anyone here. I just go with whatever's happening and do as they ask.

" you passed out in the bathtub sweets" I hear Damian mutter in a deeper tired voice. "oh, morning Daddy," I say happily now I'm fully awake and ignoring everything that's happened already today. "morning pumpkin" he grumbles not as awake as me. I giggle at the feeling between my legs. "what are you laughing at?" he says playfully. "your voice is funny" I giggle. "you making fun of me?" he asks sounding less playful. "no, it's nice. I like it" I rest my head on his shoulder.

He places his hand on the side of my head and massages my scalp. Rhea and Damian share a happy loving look letting the realization that they have what's theirs now set in. "don't fall back, asleep baby" Rhea says rubbing my back and I whine in response burying my head further in Damian's shoulder.

"too much sleep will make you grumpy for the day" she reasons with me but I stay quiet and motionless. "if your grumpy you'll do things you don't mean and you'll have to be punished" Damian adds. I lift my head from his shoulder. "sorry Daddy, sorry Mommy" I apologize. "it's alright" "It's okay" they both accept it. "what's she apologizing for?" Finn says lifting his head. He squeezes me tight as he readjusts his position on top of my side.

"trying to fall back asleep," Rhea says. He nods his head and looks at the occupants of the bed. "am I the last one up?" he asks. "nah doms still sleeping." Rhea says. Finn sits up slightly and looks to his right where he can see Dom curled up against Damian.

He shakes Dom a bit before speaking. "you're the last one asleep get up" Dom groans tiredly in response. "you were asleep first dom dom get up" Rhea calls to him from the other side of the bed. Dom just groans louder and rolls onto his side facing away from everyone. "we'll pour water on you again" Finn says as Damian sits up to watch the scene unfold unintentionally taking me with him.

Dom finally sits up with a whine. "fine, fine im up" he says rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "morning" I say nervously as I had never met Dom before. Dom looks at me a little shocked. "morning sweetheart, didn't think you'd be allowed to sleep up here this early on" he says his pale face giving questioning looks to the other people in the bed silently asking why I was there.

"she settled in very well," Rhea says. "I missed the whole thing?" he exclaims wishing it wasn't true. "you wouldn't get out of bed, I missed most of it trying to get you up," Rhea says as regret fills doms pale face. I feel bad that he didn't get to see it because he clearly really wanted to.

I wonder if there's a way for us to do it again so Dom can see me. My thought is cut off by Rhea "If you wanted to see it you should have gotten up"

Rhea says getting out of bed. Maybe it wasn't that important? He can live without seeing me. But he seems so upset. What if it doesn't mean that much and I ask to do it again? I'd just put myself in more pain.

Damian picks me up and I notice he's cut his nails. He gets out of bed following Rhea out of the room. I sit on my daddy's hip and look up at him as he begins to talk. "sorry sweetie 11 am isn't a normal wake-up time. I wish we had woken you up sooner yesterday so you wouldn't have gone to bed so late." I nod and listen trying to come up with something to say but he's talking fast and he sounds smart. I can't keep up and decide to stay quiet.

"That means an early bedtime for you and no more lying in bed awake for an hour," Rhea says. "an hour?" Damian asks eyebrows furrowing as he looks down at me. "it was really comfy and I didn't want to wake anyone up cus I thought they were comfy too" I say lying and looking down faking feeling guilty. "it's okay, baby. you're not in trouble. You probably won't be the first to wake up again but if you are just pull on one of our shirts till we wake up, okay?" he says. I look up at him smiling and nod my head.

We make our way down to the kitchen with Dom and Finn following us closely. "since we woke up after you we don't have any breakfast ready" Damian says as he places me in a highchair at a table with 4 regular chairs and weirdly enough another high chair. "but that means we get your opinion on breakfast" rhea says and I pry my eyes away from the second highchair to look at her.

"How do pancakes sound?" she says and a big grin replaces the confused look on my face and I nod my head up and down quickly. Rhea walks into the kitchen and gets the food started. I wriggle in my seat the hard chair pressing against my sore places.

"what's wrong, baby?" Dom asks as he sits down in a chair to the left of me. Well, actually it's to the left of the other high chair. Damian seems to become aware he's still standing and so does Finn they both sit down. Finn sits next to Dom (not in the high chair) and Damian sits on the other side of me.

"sore" I whine trying to get comfy but I can't. "do you wanna sit on Daddy's lap instead?" Dom asks and I nod still squirming. Dom gets up from his spot at the table to free me from my chair. He carries me to his chair and sits down placing me on his lap. "better?" Dom asks and I nod my head. Blushing as I realize I just openly talk about my holes at a dinner table in front of three men. They're my men but still.

They chuckle at my embarrassed response. Soon Rhea comes in with everyone's food. "do you not wanna sit in your chair?" Rhea asks as she puts the plates she was carrying on the table in front of Damian and Finn before pausing and waiting for an answer before she got the rest of the food.

"too sore," I say looking at the floor whilst crossing my legs and leaning on Dom.

Rhea nods her head and heads back to the kitchen before returning with my food. She then heads back a final time and comes back with these caprisun-looking pouches. One side is see-through and I can see it's filled with red liquid.

She hands one to Dom and sits down. The pancakes that have been set in front of me are the exact way I like them. the weird thing is I haven't had pancakes in at least a year.

Dom starts drinking along with Rhea. Finn and Damian begin eating and I fiddle with my fork and knife trying my best to cut the pancakes. I look back and forth between my plate and Finns with my tongue out trying to figure out what to do before I hear Dom chuckle. I look back at him and he's trying to finish swallowing his mouth full but struggling to due to the laughing.

"do you want help sweetheart?" he asks and I nod my head. He puts his drink down and takes my cutlery from my hands. I let him and I watch as he easily cuts up my pancakes and feeds me a piece. I sit Happily eating my food not minding all of the people at the table staring at my cuteness. I'm done with my food first and I sit patiently as I wait for everyone else to finish.

It's roughly 12:30 when everyone's done. To get me on the sleeping schedule they want me on they decide to put me down for a nap like they would if I hadn't gotten up an hour and a half ago. After a little complaining about not being tired Rhea decides to cuddle me and I was very quickly tired.

Words-1846

Thanks for reading love ya-gremlin💞💋💗

[tehriel]

eeee yes wonderful!!!

when you get the chance, i have a request for daddy!aether and/or top!swiss/reader, with a dash of praise~

ty!! you’re amazing <33333

Thank you for the request!!

Tags: that good pasta

I am a little on the demi side so hard kinks and especially power play is hard for me to write about but here is a top!swiss the best I can~ you will see the saucy version below and the spicier version on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49764631/chapters/129237049 If anyone else has a request for me~~ I go for scenarios, feelings, vibes, some days I go full ace with no real warning, so yeah give me things I can play with in most moods :3

I hope you enjoy it~

“Whatcha reading, ______?” Swiss slithered into your nook in the ministry library, and the charming bastard reclined on your desk, grinning at you. The library liked dark woods and the scent of paper; the stained glass windows kept you warm as you sunned yourself against Autumn’s early chill.

“I’m studying for my next sermon, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that,” you gave him a sidelong look.

He only grinned wider with too many teeth, as he did when he was about to bring chaos.

Your tail flickered in his direction. He was a handsome shit. He had dark grey blemishless skin and scruffy cheeks, and he wore a half knot of dreads, leaving the rest to frame his chest. He looked like a trickster god. Eyes black peeled and waiting for the next opening to run with. “What do you want, Swiss?”

“Can’t a pack-mate check on his favourite cardinal?”

Not when a certain pack-mate had the glint in his eye that he usually did. “How are you causing upheaval today?”

“Up-upheaval? Me?” He gripped his chest as if wounded.

You arched a brow. Did you really have to explain yourself? He was the loudest of your pack, the most animated when speaking, and always had a story of how he had gotten up to absolutely no good in hell. Known to have stolen from the princes, known to have taken Mammon’s wife in Mammon’s own bed—known for that grin and all it might entail.

“Right, maybe that is on brand, but I promised I’m on my best behaviour,” he showed all ten of his clawed fingers defensively. “I was just wondering if you wanted dinner with me tonight—alright, maybe there is some ‘upheaval’ on my mind—I have procured a large amount of hard liquor, and I’ve been hanging out to watch this movie Sodo said was funny, uh, ‘Velocipastor’.”

“You have to know Sodo has no fucking taste in movies.”

“Hence the alcohol,” he nodded and grinned, “Meal’s on me; I’m cooking.”

“So there will be reapers in my food again?”

“Naw, that was an honest mistake… I thought, ‘It’s the mortal plane, how fucking hot can it be’?”

You grimaced. “I’m sorry, my love, I would and maybe next week… no, it’s gotta be the week after because of ritual Saturday… then there’s…” you shook your head. “Autumn,” you shrugged, “so fucking busy.” You sunk at your desk.

“Ah, I know,” he sighed dramatically. The guy knew how to mope gorgeously. “I’ve missed you in my bed,” he pouted.

He’d be the death of you. “I have learnt that Sodo is very good for venting frustrations out on.”

“I have more than frustration for you, Sweetheart.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” you cracked a smile. 

He grinned right alongside you until it fell, “I didn’t see you at breakfast, ______, you’ve been eating, right?”

“Yeah,” you waved off.

Dark lids fluttered a blunt blink.

“I’m a big ghoul, Swiss.”

“Sometimes a fucking wonder about that,” he muttered and stole a chaste kiss, brushing the rough of his cheek against yours. “I’ll see you later, hm? Don’t stress about the sermon; yours are always the best.”

“Not biased at all?”

“No, it’s true, I fall asleep in the other ones or try to choke myself to death or…”

You chuckled; you’d seen him do that with his guitar strap. “You aren’t choking yourself for death, you fucking monster.”

“Ah, but you know the French, huh? La petite mort?”

You shook your head.

“Perhaps ask Rain,” he winked and sauntered away.

“I love you, Swiss,” you called.

“Right back at you, Sweetheart,” he responded.

You would ask Rain about ‘La petite mort’, passing him in the hallway. The question left him stammering and blushing hard. Ah, Swiss; ever sewing little seeds of chaos in his wake.

***

“Sweetheart?”

You jolted awake from your desk, “Fuck! Papa, sorry… is it time for the ritual? I’ve… I’ve got most of it done—I just need to… to… Ah, Swiss…” your shoulders relaxed. The dread-head ghoul stood in your office with a ceramic bowl in his hand. You peered out the window behind you and rubbed the drool from your face. It was dark; last you checked, it had been five, the day had left you behind, and it was then eight forty. You had to have a desk-shaped imprint on your face. You groaned. You still had a day before the sermon. “Thanks for waking me, hun—was there something you needed?” you blinked at your writing, trying to make sense of the papers on your desks again.

“You weren’t at dinner, ______,” his tone was something you’d never heard from him. Low, on the edge of dangerous. “I haven’t seen you in the dining hall for the past week and a half.”

“I’ve just been busy; I grab from the kitchen… usually… sorry I haven’t been about to see you much, my love.”

“When was the last time you ate?” His voice, again, was dark. 

A sudden chill ran up your arms. “Uh.. we’re ghouls, so it’s not a big deal…”

“_______,” he warned.

 “Yesterday, what’s gotten into you, Swiss?”

Dark eyes narrowed. He wasn’t grinning. He stepped closer and shifted the papers from your desk with a swift sweep of his arm. 

“What the fuck? Swiss,” you growled, standing. 

“Sit.” He snarled in a way that tore through you, placing the bowl where your papers had been.

“Swiss…” You didn’t sit. You stood back, ready to collect your papers from the ground.

The other ghoul was quicker. He shoved you back down in your chair. You hadn’t seen him move like that since the last time the clergy went to holy war years ago. “Eat,” he commanded.

“What the fuck, Swiss?” you hissed up at him.

“I’m not playing here, Sweetheart.”

“And you think I am?” You spat.

“Your research isn’t going anywhere; you can get on your knees and pick them up after. For now, eat.”

Your nose wrinkled in a snarl, but you couldn’t deny you were hungry. The bowl was filled with a Mountain’s worth of pasta. The noodles looked handmade. He’d made it for you. “Fine,” you muttered. “You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

“Evidently I do,” he growled, perched on your desk to watch you.

You studied Swiss for a while; you hadn’t known him to be so dominant. You had no idea what had gotten into him. You supposed you should eat anyway. You approached the food with the fork and messily ate some—ghouls were not known for their table manners. Hell left you with little to no etiquette, as etiquette was for the privileged, minor demons gorged on what they could fucking get. You moaned around a mouthful of pasta. Swiss was getting good with his cooking.

“I know it’s fucking good,” he growled from your side, sitting taller and looking down on you from your desk.

You were suddenly self-conscious about your eating, self-conscious in a way no ghoul generally was. Swiss was watching you. Watching the sauce dribble your chin. Eyes devouring how much you could fit in your mouth and the way you swallowed what he had made for you.

“Uh-Swiss, hun.”

“No speaking, let me enjoy this.”

What the fuck was happening? Was he getting off on you enjoying the food he’d made for you? You gave him an incredulous look.

“I like filling your belly in any way I can, _____,” his voice was gravel, and he was dead serious.

You couldn’t look at him and couldn’t seem to stop eating either. For one, the pasta had the perfect bouncy texture, and the sauce had to be made from scratch. And secondly, your hunger crashed in on you all at once—you had forgotten what it was to be hungry for a moment. Much to Swiss’s approval, you cleaned the bowl.

“Good bean for finishing, ______.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck?” You scoffed. 

“Don’t pretend me treating you like this doesn’t make you wet, Sweetheart, we’re ghouls—I can smell it on you.”

You frowned. Just as you had forgotten to hunger, you had forgotten to want. Ghouls could barely keep their hands off each other and the clergy, and it had been… at least a month since you had anyone. Oh, shit, he wasn’t wrong. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.”

“Sweetheart…” Swiss began, stepping from the table and gently placing the empty plate on the floorboards and out of his warpath. “You’ve been away from my bed for too long, and you haven’t been looking after yourself—I’m afraid I will have to punish you.”

You scanned over the trickster’s face, and you couldn’t find a joke there. You swallowed. “Swiss?”

“On the desk, facing me. Now.”

[oozedninjas]

Baking Love

Summary: The online university of gastronomy was terribly boring. No one in your class could compete with you, at least not until he came along.

Mikey x fem!reader

Au where Mikey is a good cook lol

Set on 2012 verse but there's nothing truly specific

Mikey and the reader are between 23-25 y/o

Warnings and story under the line. Only click on keep reading if you're 18+~♥

Warnings: This work contains: NSFW / praising / dom!reader / mouthfucking / teacher-pupil dynamic is mentioned / slight voyeurism / dirty talking / Xenobiology / fem!reader / blowjob / handjob / 22 y/o Mikey

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The online university of gastronomy was boring. No one in your class could compete with you, at least not until he came along. Fun and mysterious. A guy who never set on his camera during classes and always wore a large cloak on assistance days.

Mikey combined dishes in such creative ways that they looked gross, but at quiz meetings once a semester, Mikey proved that even the weirdest things, done right, could taste good. Yet, not even all of his wit helped him beat your scores. Perhaps that was why he came to you one day asking to be your pupil. The strangest interactions began there.  

It turned out Mikey was some kind of mutant. Hence the cloak. It was almost as funny as it was terrifying, but you coped well. His family was lovely, and they treated you with such care. Splinter even said that he was happy that you came into their lives! 

Oh, what would Master Splinter say if he knew what you did at the mere table at which everyone sat to eat? He’d choke on his tea if he knew. 

That was precisely the best part of being Mikey's teacher. You found the golden opportunity to fuck him at his place since everyone else left you both alone in your cooking duties, not setting foot in the kitchen until you or Mikey called them for dinner –so as not to disturb what you called “chef-mood”–. And today was no different.

The meat roll was baking in the oven, giving off an exquisite aroma, but you weren't paying attention to that, too busy feeling Mikey's arms tightening around your back, pressing you further into his body. You loved to feel him that close.

You sucked his lower lip, and he obediently opened his mouth to give you access. You slipped your tongue in to play with his, drawing a muffled whimper out of him. Your hands flew to the orange bandana almost at the same time his hands reached down to squeeze your ass.

"W-We should stop," he breathed shortly after pulling away.

"Why? You're enjoying it," you whisper close to his hearing point, earning goosebumps out of his green skin.

"I-I am but my brothers could come..." he quivered when you licked his neck.

It was the same every time. You wanted to fuck him right there and then, and Mikey always faked concern about getting caught, you believed it turned him on more, or maybe, pretending that he had still some decency was something he needed. Either way, he threw his head back to grant you more space as you left small, wet open-mouthed kisses all over his pulse line. He was trying so desperately to hold back his moans. It was hella cute.

“Let them out, babe,” you teased “They’ll know that the food in here isn’t the only thing that tastes good~” This time he was unable to repress a whimper. Your name rolled out his mouth smoothly as you squeezed his tail. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad Mikey.” 

You placed more kisses down to his collarbone, dragging your mouth lower with each kiss until your lips were at the edge of his shell. Licking the fine line which attached his plastron to his body, you whispered how much you wanted to ravish him on the counter.

Mikey pulled up with all his mutant strength, swallowing all the decency he was faking to give you a long wet kiss. 

“Geez," he breathed," you know I can't hold myself when you talk like that.” 

"Yeah, I know," you panted. "It's cute."

You slipped your hand to his entrance rubbing it smoothly as you recalled the first time you touched him like that. It was surprising to find out that his cock was a mixture of the animal he was, and the human he had become. Like all reptiles, he had internal genitalia, which meant that you had to work it out of his shell, and you loved every second of it but not more than Mikey did. 

His hand gripped your wrist, pressing it further in the softened low plastron part. It sort of resembled the labia of a female cunt. 

“Shit, it's coming out...” he managed between heavy pants.

His expression was filled with lust, eyes still watering, and a blush on his cheeks that seemed permanent. His cock was released with lewd sticky noises into your hand. You gripped it tightly. 

Mikey let out a deep growl. His nails clung to your thighs, and he thrust into your hand. 

"You feel so soft," you prised. Mikey moaned desperation filtering into his tone.

You kept your pace as your free hand went to stretch the back of his shell. The groan that left his mouth was louder and longer. 

“Do that again! please!” he begged.

You obliged. Mikey trembled. His slick was accumulating so much it started to drip onto the floor.

"Oh, no baby, we're doing this all wrong," you said. Mikey fought to pay attention. "All's going to waste if I don't do something about it."

You kneeled before him. His eyes almost popped out of his face lusting with anticipation. You embraced his cock inside your mouth. There was no teasing, you were desperate to feel him in the back of your throat. 

He threw his head back to let out a long, breathy whimper. Mikey clutched your hair. You clenched your thighs, seeking relief from the urgent wish to feel him thrusting between your legs.

You bobbed your head up and down, rubbing his tip on your palate.

Mikey chanted your name like a mantra with a shaky, drunk-like voice.  

"Yes, yes, mo- I'm so close," he cried.

"Fuck my mouth," you told him. Something inside his burning mind snapped. Mikey gripped your hair harder before pushing his cock mercilessly into your throat.

You couldn’t hold back longer. Quickly, you slid one hand under your clothes, pushing your underwear aside to make circles over your clit. The pleasant feeling spread from your cunt to your belly. You moaned. The vibration of it made Mikey shiver.

“I wanna come, can I?" 

You grabbed the side of his shell, scratching it a little with your digits. 

“S-shit, please, please-” 

“Hey Mikey, is dinner ready yet?” Raphael’s voice Froze Mikey in place. His shadow was visible through the floor but he wasn’t near enough to catch a glimpse of you. 

“No–” he panted at the feeling of your mouth going up and down again, fucking his cock so good. “I-It’s… almost hmm–” 

“It’s everything ‘kay?” Raph inquired, “If you need help I–”

“DON’T COME!” he shouted and Raph’s shadow stopped in his tracks. “So-sorry Raph is just important to us…” Mikey hisses feeling his release closer with each movement of your head. 

The heat in his lower belly coaxed delightfully. Don’t stop, he thought. Don’t stop. The muscles in his legs contracted, and he felt the ecstasy hit him hard. Mikey’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he bit his tongue so as not to moan. 

You felt his cum hit your palate, salty and creamy. That was enough to send you over the edge. 

At the other side of the hall, Raphael didn’t move an inch, and after a couple of seconds he finally said: 

“Whatever. Let me know when it’s ready. I’m starving!” His shadow disappeared before you heard his room's door closing.

Mikey leaned over the counter, trying to catch his breath. "I can't believe you didn't stop."

You chuckled. "I can't believe you didn't ask me to. I didn't know you could be so naughty," you teased. "You came at the possibility of getting caught by him?” 

Mikey ignored your tease, driving his gaze back to the hall. 

“Do you think he heard us?” he inquired nervously. After letting out a deep sigh, you stood up and stroked his cheek lovingly, words of reassurance poured from your mouth to his hearing hole. 

“I bet he didn’t. You did a good job hiding your moans.” He relaxed under your touch a little, feeling more at ease. 

“Now, let's get to business, love. I'm afraid if we don't hurry up we'll have the whole crew marching here in no time." 

Mikey kissed your forehead. Gosh, he loved you so much.

[thegeminisage]

it's star trek update time. last night* we watched, well,

pics taken moments before disaster ^

sighing deeply. ok. *i'm typing this at fuck o clock so technically it was earlier today but this post will go up while i'm at work. anyway here we go:

dark page (tng):

i don't want to talk about it.

rules of acquisition (ds9):

me having to watch this after dark page must count as some kind of cruel and unusual punishment

i was hoping ds9 could make me like the ferengi. i think whoever wrote this episode was trying. dax's little pro-ferengi speech. sure. and here's this ferengi woman, fighting for acceptance and change in her own way. yeah. fine.

unfortunately i think the episode undercut its own message a little in two ways: firstly, by having kira and dax getting groped nonstop without kira getting to break any fingers. like, non-ferengi women won't and shouldn't tolerate that, but for some reason in this episode they do...? i was especially steamed on kira's behalf; at least dax didn't seem to care as much. like, shouldn't the point be that that behavior is UNacceptable, instead of "oh it's not so bad once you get to know them"? and secondly, i think the impact pel made on odo was a little understated. the only real hint we got at him seeing a new way of things vs just him trying to protect himself was him offering pel the money to start a new life with, for free. you could tell because of his acting chocies there was a lot happening under the surface - like, he's always trying to get his own ass out of the fire, but he seemed protective of PEL rather than his own interests in several scenes there, particularly ditching his bar - but we didn't get to see most of the stuff that could ACTUALLY have been interesting bc we were too busy watching the nagus feel people up and eat bugs ha ha quirky fun! now THERE'S a guy that belongs on tng! extremely unendearing. you can win me over to um. some characters. but not this guy.

i was VERY surprised they let quark and pel kiss when quark was under the impression pel was a dude. not only was it a really funny "i thought i was GAY ping" moment, it also feels weirdly...progressive...? for 1993. along with dax assuming pel's in love with quark while ALSO still assuming pel is a guy. even though they kind of ruined it later

actually, the more i think about it the more pel reads as a trans man. is it right to categorize someone as trans when really they're just trying to get out of horrifically oppressive gender roles? maybe not, but the way quark managed to be super homophobic and misogynistic to pel at the same time ("you didn't kiss me" ok self-gaslighting king) feels so much like transphobia, and the way quark utterly rejected pel because of what she (he?) IS even despite the bond and chemistry they'd formed, AND dax, also trans, seemed to clock pel pretty quickly as being Some Kind Of Queer Like Me...i am Seeing

like, pel is all, hey we can run away together! fuck gender roles, who cares if i wear clothes! and quark is straight up like I Would Care. his internalized Whatever is keeping him from being happy with someone he clicked with, whether that's for a single night or an entire lifetime. there WAS a queer theme here. it was almost more about being queer than it was about sexism, except it wasn't actually about either of those because they fumbled the landing a little bit plus i feel like some censorship was probably happening and so the whole thing wound up being muddy. i did like quark's lisa simpson stare at the end though. girl, mood

TONIGHT: tng's "attached" and ds9's "necessary evil" I KNOW IT'S AN ODO EPISODE i'm very excited

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

More TEXT CONVOS!! (Also I want you to know that you can disregard the drabbles ! I just hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself  💗💗) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍊: I hid a bag in our closet. If you find it, do not open it. 🍒: Well now I kinda want to look for it 🍊: Please don't. 🍒: :( 🍊: I'm serious. 🍒: What even is inside? 🍊: It's a surprise.

🍒: About to take a bath, alone 🍒: No one here to wash my hair for me 🍒: Or leave kisses on my neck and shoulder 🍒: Or run their hands down my body 🍒: HOW ARE YOU AT THE FRONT DOOR ALREADY??

🍊: My love for you is like diarrhea 🍊: I can't hold it in 🍒: Am I supposed to say something nice?

🍊: How would you feel if I shaved? 🍒: Please just tell me you didn't 🍊: Well... 🍊: Yeah I was just kidding love 🍊: WHY DID YOU TELL LEMON WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED?

🍒: How much until your cute ass gets home?? 🍊: I'll be there in less than an hour ❤️ 🍒: Prepare yourself because the moment you step in I'm gonna jump in your arms and attack your pretty face with kisses 🍒: I can't wait to cuddle and hear you complain about the mission 🍊: I'm so in love with you

🍊: [1 image attached] 🍒: Screaming, crying, shaking, shitting, pissing, banging my head againts the wall, ripping my hair out, clawing out my heart, slamming my fists on the table 🍒: You look lovely

🍒: Hello my mandarin 🍊: We're not doing this

🍒: I think Tan hates me 🍊: Excuse me? What made you believe that? 🍒: That was meant for Lem 🍊: Why would you tell him you think I hate you? 🍒: Because he's very funny and I love to gossip with him 🍊: I'm funnier than him actually. And that still doesn't answer my question 🍒: You didn't ask me to be your valentine :( 🍊: That's because we've been married for 8 years, I assumed you're already my valentine 🍒: You have to ask :( 🍊: Fine. Will you be my valentine? 🍒: Yes :) [Tan reacted with ❤️]

[Unknown number]: Hello my beautiful wife. I am curently writing this message to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Please unblock me. Yours, Tangerine. 🍒: ENOUGH

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: How's my favorite person in the world doing? 🍒: What did you do? 🍋: Jumping to conclusions I see 🍒: Lemon what did you do? 🍋: Promise you won't get mad 😆 🍒: I promise 😊😊😊🔪😊😊 🍋: I broke your heels 🍒: ... 🍒: Well did you at least take some photos?? 🍋: You know it 🤪 🍋: [5 images attached]

🍋: Should we play minecraft? I wanna finish our train 🍒: Tan said he doesn't want to :( 🍋: Tell him to mind his business

🍋: I was drinking bubble tea and choked on the balls so I spilled the drink everywhere 🍋: Now Tan won't even look at me

🍋: I've been looking for my gun for 2 hours only to realize I don't have it anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣💃🥳😆😼😼

🍒: He's my little anal ☺️ 🍒: ANGEL 🍒: ANGEL I MEANT ANGEL 🍋: THE WAY I SCREAMED 🍒: DON'T SHOW THIS TO HIM 🍋: HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOOO 😭😭

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍒: Do you ever just 🍋: Yeah, but 🍋: Yk? 🍒: Damn man I sure do 🍊: Is this why you two created this group chat? 🍋: Actually it's so you can like and subscribe 🤯👽❓ 🍒: But first, a word from our sponsor!! 🍊: I'm so done with you both

🍋: Should I dye my hair? 🍊: Absolutely fucking not 🍒: Pookie no it won't look as good as it does now!! 🍋: Love you guys 🫶 🍋: I already bought the hair dye 🍊: WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK? 🍋: I'm in a silly goofy mood 🍋: So green or blue? 🍊: I will smash your head through a window 🍒: LEM LISTEN TO US!! 🍋: Yo I kinda look like the joker

🍒: [2 images attached, it's photos of Tan and Cherry hugging] 🍒: These look so good! 🍒: Lem best wingman AND photographer 🍋: Fucking finally. It was getting annoying 🍊: Would you stop it already? 🍒: Yeah, it wasn't THAT bad 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Tan talking about Cherry to Lem] 🍊: DELTE THST RIGHT FUCKING NOW 🍒: 🤣 🍋: Oh I know you're not laughing Cherry 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Cherry gushing about Tan to Lem] 🍒: THAT'S MESSED UP

+ bonus 🍊: Made her laugh today and I can't get it out of my head 🍊: It's driving me nuts 🍊: I must've looked fucking stupid the way I just stared at her 🍋: Talking about her again? 🍊: Who else do I ever talk about you nob 🍋: So did you ask her out? 🍊: What do you think? 🍋: I'm thinking no because you're a pussy 🍊: Fuck off

🍒: Ok so I was talking to him earlier today and he just put his hand on my shoulder and got really close to my face but I feel like he was mostly looking at my lips. Maybe it was just my imagination 🍒: Anyway, does he do this to everyone? 🍋: Girl

hii angel!!! I really do want to be able to write them for you, I’ll keep them in my inbox and will def try to do one of them, but if not, keep them noted down and I’ll get around to them eventually 💓💓

THESE ARE SO FUN!!!?? loved them all, especially..

^ why would he tell us if he doesn’t want us snooping??????

^ lem would be the mediator, trying to rationalise tan not to shave (even if he was messing) he doesn’t want to see his bro with a baby face

^ ALL OF THAT😭😭 and then, you look lovely. I HAVE A PICTURE IN MY HEAD AND I NEED TO ADD IT bc it works well and obviously bc it’s hot 😩😩😩😩😩😩

^ tan would be acting like he doesn’t know lem😭

^😭😭😭😭😭 we just have random half conversations (but we each no exactly what the other is thinking) and it just annoys tan sm. “what did you think about that thing?” “that was so crazy. what did you think about that other thing? not that thing but another thing?” “holy shit man, but did you see?” “RIGHT? and then?” “omg😭”

^ lem got the receipts 😭😭😭😭

^😭😭😭😭 “bc you’re a pussy” and “girl” lmao

[callsign-relic]

also HI INITIATING INIT LIVEBLOG TIME because im watchin the first ep of beast wars yahoo

first off what the fuuuck is up with the voices this is FANTASTIC.

im like 5 minutes in and some guy is just growling? meowing?? into the mic. i dont know how to describe the noises Cheetor just made. PLEASE tell me this continues for the rest of the series and characters. [edit- :D!!!]

OH FUCK YEAH DINOBOT… what a funny little guy.

let me honest for a second. if i didn't know Starscream wasn't in this i would have 100% assumed that Dinobot was Starscr- oh my god he just gets yeeted into oblivion. bye i guess. your voice was delightful for the minute you were onscreen. (i assume he returns, somehow, but it is also very funny for me to imagine that he doesn't. farewell forever.)

rattrap's lil sarcastic speech followed up with the tiny "we're all gonna die" is great. mood my man. yknow when i started this i did not expect under any circumstance for them to RIDE RHINOX INTO BATTLE LIKE A HORSE ????

"i like you pussycat. yesss~" eXCUSE ME?

WAIT DOES TARANTULAS JUST SPEAK LIKE THAT THE ENTIRE TIME. i saw a video where he falls down a cliff while making the nastiest noises possible and i cant believe he just sounds Like That ALL the time. everyone puts their whole pussy into these voices and also specifically into making the most fucked up animal noises ever i love it.

also i actually really enjoy the way the transformation sequences are animated in this, each of them are unique and really neat- IM SORRY DID TARANTULAS JUST SHOOT OUT OF HIS SPIDER LEGS? HIS LEGS ARE GUNS?

rattrap just getting picked up every so often is great. i love that even though he's scaled up to be closer to the same size as the others he's still short enough to get picked up easily... hes just a little guyyyyyyyy !!

HES BACK!! DINOBOT!!! \o/!! oh he's DEFECTING- oH duel to the death. one track mind i see. im so sorry but this is also starscream behaviour. "i dinobot am the new leader of the maximals!!!"

EPISODE TWO HERE I COME… but like later today because i gotta do things. but EPISODE TWOOOO...........

i'll try to lump a few episodes worth of liveblogging next time so i dont. just clog up your inbox and also everyone elses dash too badly since i cant add read mores here, but im having a blast this is great mhgjhghdkjjlk 💛

- initiate

AAHAGGSDB YESSSSS IM SO GLAD YOURE ENJOYING IT

YEAH episode 1 is really a rollercoaster. But it gives you a good impression of what to expect for the show!!! Even though the animation is a bit fucked you can bet every voice actor puts their whole pussy in their character. Omg did you know Megatron in this show also voiced TFA Optimus?? David Kaye, man has range 🙏

And omg yeah I love how every piece of the animal mode is used for the bot mode. Like with Tarantulas and his spider foot guns. Actually if you look at Cheetor’s gun it has like, an intestines pattern on the top side? That’s cause in beast mode he stores his gun inside of himself, so the gun is “basically” his guts!! BAHAHA

But yes do it however you like!!! I don’t mind getting it one at a time or in a batch, either way works :D I’m looking forward to hearing more!!!!

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 10

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Not my GIF

"Fuck, it wasn't some sort of weird dream." Delia mutters as she rubs her eyes free from sleep.

"Good morning to you too, I'm flattered you'd even consider dreaming about me." Andy replies in his signature monotone voice as he refuses to look up from his laptop he was currently sat on the sofa with- either this guy was not a morning person or he was pissed with Delia about the events of last night; her money was on the second one.

"Did you miss the part where I said weird?" Delia snaps back- Delia definitely was not a morning person for a good half an hour after waking up or before having a coffee, safe to say she was not in the right headspace for Andy and his bullshit moods at this present time.

"Oh sorry princess, didn't realise you were such a diva in the mornings." Andy rolls his eyes as he finally looks up at her. "If you're hanging that badly may I suggest some painkillers, rather than taking out your bad life choices on everyone and everything today?"

"Believe it or not I actually don't get hangovers so bad luck on that one mate." Delia shakes her head at him before climbing out of the bed and grabbing her dress she had folded up on the back of the sofa.

"Don't call me 'mate', we're far fucking from it." Andy snarls slightly which makes Delia roll her eyes this time.

"It's called sarcasm, thought you would have known a lot about that." Delia snaps back before retreating to the bathroom in Andy's hotel room to change, why did he have to be so infuriating this early in the day?

"funny." Andy mutters under his breath as he closes his laptop before sighing- why did last night have to happen? As much as Andy wouldn't admit it, he did kind of enjoy Delia's company and damn did she look good wearing his shirt. Andy hated that he found particular interest in Delia from her not being scared to stand up to him; most people just either walked away or ignored him and he had gotten used to that over time.

"Right, well here's your shirt, thanks for it I guess." Delia shows no emotion as she tosses it at him before leaving to go to Shevy's room to collect her room key, hopefully Shevy was awake by now.

"Delia..." Andy starts before catching himself out. "Actually, never mind."

Rolling her eyes, Delia proceeds to leave, careful not to slam the door behind her.

"Wait, Delia? You and Andy?" Lonny is then stood awkwardly in the hallway after just leaving his room.

"Oh god, Lon, no. No way!" Delia smiles awkwardly. "I left my key in Shevy's bag so I crashed in Andy's room, nothing happened. between us, I promise."

"Right, okay. Well, erm, just be careful with him I guess. He's kind of got a bit of a track record for himself going when it comes to hook ups." Lonny continues to stand awkwardly whilst also wanting to look out for his most recent friend.

"Yeah, I've been told, but thanks Lon." Delia nods awkwardly before going over to Shevy's door and knocking.

"There you are! I text you so many times last night when I got back and realised I still had your key! Did you manage to get another key? What happened?" Shevy mumbles slightly yet her normal excitement in her voice was still very evident.

"I'm fine, I crashed in Andy's room last night." Delia shrugs slightly hoping that Shevy would not make a big deal of it.

"Okay, this seems really interesting and I feel like you have gossip to spill, but I am rather hungover right now. You need to change, I need to change, meet me out here in about an hour and we're gonna go get coffees and you need to tell me the details." Shevy plans which makes Delia laugh slightly; Shevy tends to talk with her hands a lot and in that one short plan there was a lot of pointing here, there and everywhere.

"Can I have my key first?" Delia asks reminding Shevy that she cannot change yet as she was still locked out of her own room.

"Oh shit, yeah, I forgot!" Shevy laughs at herself slightly before going back into her room to retrieve the key for Delia.

------------

"Okay so what happened last night? Did you and Andy sleep together?" Shevy asks before taking a sip of her coffee.

"No I did not have sex with him, why does everyone think that?" Delia sighs.

"Sorry, force of habit when it comes to talking about Andy, he's very much that type of guy." Shevy explains apologetically.

"So I've been told." Delia sighs again tightly holding onto her cup of coffee out of nerves. Why was she so nervous about this conversation? It's not like anything bad happened.

"So what did happen then? I feel that something did happen from the way you're acting right now." Shevy smirks slightly.

"It was weird Shev, last night he was actually really nice; a side of him I never thought I'd see." Delia explains calmly; maybe Shevy would be happy with the simple details?

"Oh yeah? What did he do? It's been a while since I saw 'nice' Andy." Shevy grins, she was definitely getting an idea pop into her head.

"He just seemed genuinely worried about me and seemed like he actually wanted to make sure I was safe." Delia then takes a deep breath before letting out the million dollar information "And we kind of cuddled as well."

"Wait what?" Shevy almost chokes on her drink as pure shock fills her facial details.

"Yeah, we shared his bed and I felt kind of cold so my first instinct was to cuddle up to him. I could tell he was shocked to begin with but eventually I felt him wrap his arm around me and cuddle me back." Delia feels herself blush slightly at the memory whilst also feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Oh my God, Delia!" Shevy squeals slightly "I told you he had the hots for you! The way that guy looks at you sometimes I can tell he's super conflicted about things."

"Shevy, don't say stuff like that because I will get attached and we both know it'll end badly." Delia shakes her head slightly. "The thing is though, I actually found myself liking him last night. I actually enjoyed his company."

"Girl! Oh my god! It's so obvious that he's conflicted about you! Even Lonny can see it and came to talk to me about it after the both of you left." Shevy explains almost as if stating a fact.

"Shevy, no. Me and Andy are just too different. Plus after this tour finishes next month I'll likely never see you guys again. It's just easier to focus on my work, you of all people should understand that." Delia tries her hardest to not think of Andy; she hated that she was indeed starting to become interested in the guy.

"Of course I understand that sweetie, but at the same time you never know what could happen. Yes relationships are difficult in this line of work unfortunately, but they're not impossible and many people overcome it in different ways." Shevy was being completely reasonable and logical right now and Delia hated that she was right, but still, this was Andy they were talking about.

"Honestly I just find it crazy to think we're already half way through, these 4 weeks have gone crazily quickly." Delia smiles sadly; being a touring sound technician had always been a dream of hers and something she thought about when doing am dram productions.

"Yeah it is sad how quickly it feels they go. At least hopefully you may now get more work after touring with these guys. Worst comes to it, I can put in a good work with my homies Ice Nine Kills when they're ready to tour again." Shevy shrugs.

"That feels like cheating, but thanks Shev." Delia smiles before hearing her phone buzz.

"Another women reported missing, believed to have been snatched by the unknown kidnapper now nicknamed 'The Seattle Bachelorette stealer' taking the missing persons count up to 4. Victims are yet to be found."

"Don't tell me, another missing women in Seattle?" Shevy's face drops slightly; she knew that was a sensitive thing to Delia and that she was nervous about it.

"Yeah, that makes 4 now since we've been touring." Delia nods.

"Shit, those poor women. Look, I know you're worried about going to Seattle because of it but I promise you we'll be fine. The guys and security will make sure nothing happens." Shevy tries to remain positive for her new best friend.

"I know, it's just scary though, isn't it?" Delia smiles ever so slightly.

But the fear was still in the back of her mind and she couldn't help but to remember what happened those couple of years ago.

[trenchcoatsbi]

TEHEE!!! HAPPY 10 TRENCHCOAT MONTHSSSS :DDD

I hope everyone is doinf alright!!I woke up early like at 6 am so I'm eepy and I dont have a lot to say aside fromit has been so very fun!! I desperately need more ppl around though lmao...but its nice having always a place I can come back its like...second home and I just imagine me ranfomly coming in with a riding crop or a whip and being like "haha foolish fools >:DDDD" when I kinshift to franziska lmao

Speaking of which funny thing I did based of my experience with another cool franziska fictkin on an aa tumblr discord server :pp

-(cannon divergent llulah anon)⭑

sorry for the late response i fucked up my sleep schedule a lot and am practically nocturnal again head in hands anyway yeah!! i've been well lluah! glad to see that you've been having fun in that ace attorney server of yours :]!

yeah its been a bit slow round here ain't it? gonna try to be quicker at responding to stuff like I used to but ehhh I'm still not really in an doing request mood... but when stuff starts running again and people have free time I'm sure things will be more active. until then, the doors always open (or closed so you can dramatically slam it open when you come over if you prefer) and ole phil here will be... uhh well I dunno. I kinda am always here even if I'm not being active. Sometimes a guy just gotta perch in the rafters and watch things instead of being normal and talking to people haha.

ANyway yeah uh really glad to hear from ya! (<- even though uh technically i heard from ya a few days ago and just didnt respond until now :/) Hope all of ya are doing okay. Today aint the sunniest by me but rain does come with puddles and I'm gonna have some fun splish splashin with those when the rain stops later :]! hope you all have somethin nice to look forward to too!