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[uchinagai]

19 “it’s me before her” - Karina smau

(half written; word count: 783)

Younger was sick and tired of everything that was happening. The girl she was interested in and showed interest in her hasn’t spoken to her all of the 3 hours she’s been here. Aespa was shooting teasers for their comeback and y/n said to her that she would swing by for her but here she was doing anything BUT paying attention to her. Older was either on her phone typing something violently, which was suspicious to her, or speaking to ningning and Giselle.

Which angered her more.

Older didn’t know Giselle at all but here she was laughing and giggling with the girl. It was mostly Giselle cracking jokes while y/n laughed along.

The girl's laugh was so beautiful but there was no time for that.

She needed to get her attention.

So when she finished shooting, she walked over to the two and put her arm around y/ns shoulder so casually as she looked at her with a smile.

“I'm done with mine.”

y/n was lost for words. Sudden skinship and eye contact made her lose her mind in seconds and felt her legs go weak for whatever reason.

“U-uh that's great! we should wait for ningning to finish up–”

“Aren’t you here for me?” Karina asked with a small pout. y/n was gonna lose it.. There is no way she’s gonna fall for a girl this easily. It's not fair. She looked away with a hint of blush.

“I promised ningning to wait for her”

“Aww shucks, then we will wait together and go to the park,” Karina suggested as y/n agreed.

“Sounds like a plan”

“Great I'll get changed then”

y/n hummed in agreement as Karina walked away while the Japanese in front of her gave her stupid smile.

“What?’

“Are you in love with my leader?”

“no, I'm not.”

“Sure and there’s a flying pig behind you.” “Where?!” older yelled as she turned excited causing staff to be slightly startled by the girl's outburst. Japanese let out a huge laugh as she threw her head back slapping y/ns thigh as the older looked at her annoyed.

“Not funny!” she said as she crossed her arms with a pout while the girl laughed even more.

“It was the top 3 funniest things you have done ever since you arrived!!”

“Wait what is the other 2?”

“Well when you got us drinks and forgot about your friend's allergic reaction to the ingredients and second is losing your shit every time my Karina looked at you and you either choked on your drink or just look away embarrassed”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Even staff in the back noticed!” the girl said as she laughed again, slapping y/ns thighs again as she laughed. It was obvious the girl had a hitting problem while laughing so the older took note of it.

As they laughed Karina finished up getting ready and walked over to two girls. Her eyes hawk onto Giselle's hand that rested on y/ns thigh after laughing so she sits next to y/n looking at Giselle with a look that girl caught onto easily and removed her hand.

y/n looked to her side seeing the black-haired girl sitting next to her. She had put her hair in a loose high bun, and the dress she was wearing had leopard print as a design with a short hemline, falling right above mid-thigh. The dress was well fitted around her small waist, the skirt was flowy, and for legs, she wore black thighs underneath knee-high black boots. It was a simple yet beautiful look that made y/ns breath hitch. The girl next to her smiled at her as she noticed that y/n's eyes lingered on her look for a while.

“y/n”

“Yeah?” the girl snapped out of the trance as she looked at her face. Her makeup was perfect too. Nothing too much, it made her look clean, subtle, and elegant. Light fair skin with a tint of blushes and reddish underlines for her eyes topped with brown light eyeliner. Her lips were perfectly shaped too. Her lips have a soft, pinkish hue that compliments the overall natural look. Her bangs also covered her and the girl was probably the most beautiful she has ever been so far even if it's the first time they met.

“We should get going, ning finished up and is changing now.”

“Alright finally!!” the girl said as she got up and stretched a little causing her sweater to lift. y/n grabbed all of her belongings making sure to double check and turned to Karina.

“Let's get going then.’ she said as she offered her hand to Karina which younger accepted in a second and took it into hers.

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[wakacreations]

Infernal Drunks:

Tav just wanted a peaceful night out. What happens when (Zevlor, Rolan, Raphael, Haarlep) go to a tavern? Turns out they can't hold their liquor. This was so much fun to write.

Zevlor:

“Zevlor! Get down from there!” You turned around to see the Hellrider stood proud atop the bar counter. The bards strummed away at their strings. The patrons drunkenly joined in drumming along on the tables. “When the sirens are calling! They'll ask for your wedding band! They say oh no dear you can never settle down! You have made a sailor's swear! We live by the honors of our sailor’s code!” The Commander belted out to their fellow patrons.

"We live our lives ruthless and free! Beware the bitch queen, Umberlee!” The patrons hollered back. You elbow your way through the tight crowd as Zevlor continues to sing. “We are no mere ruffians or just another gutted chum. Well what do we do, sailors?” He gestured to his audience. “We do fuck all till the crack of dawn!” The sailors roared. He waved a hand at you when he saw your head poke through the wall of happy drunkards. “We are the proud sailors! We call the seas home! We raise our tankards high till the taverns run dry in the Sea of the Sword Coast!” They cheered, guzzling down their tankards. The Hellrider followed suit. “Another song, Horns!” The bards yelled out. Zevlor gave a boyish smile as he held his hand out to you. “Care to sing with me for the next musical number?”

Rolan:

“You know there is a saying that one should never receive a kiss from a tiefling.” You feel the brush of his spade against your ankle. The last song of the evening was winding down. “Is that so,” you teased, raising a brow. “You’ll find a love like no other.” Rolan took a finished sip of his glass, setting it down. “Is that an offer, Rolan?” Your breath hitches as he moves his face in close to get a better look at you. The tiefling wizard’s cheeks were rosy as his eyes met yours. “Would that make you happy,” he grinned. “I.. Are you drunk, Rolan?” He pulled his face back, cocking his head processing your words. He took your hand into his own. “Only on you,” he purred, grazing his lips against the back of your palm. “Your hand is too cold,” turning your hand over to cup his flushed cheek. “There much better, all warm,” Rolan hummed blissfully. You glanced around making sure no one peered at your booth. “I think it's about time to take you home.” If anything it is better to see him at home and forget this evening than to see him lock himself away in the tower for a tenday or more at his own sheer embarrassment. You moved to withdraw your hand feeling your face burn. His hand didn't budge. “Why? I don’t want to,” he huffed, moving his tail to wrap around your ankle.  A pout quivered his lower lip. “I don’t want to wake up,” he grumbled. “Wake up from what? Do you feel tired then we better leave then.” He shook his head in an aggressive no. “When I open my eyes after I fall asleep you’ll be gone,” Rolan whined, squeezed your hand. “I'll see you again in the morning, Rolan. Who would I be if I didn't check up on you?” He shook his head again. “Like how the moon says goodbye to the sun.. When they rise from the horizon.. This moment will be no more. Only to return when I shut my eyes…” The wizard swallowed, concentrating on finding the words. “But never to exist in the waking morning,” his eyes moved to the hand he held. He sighed and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm. “I said to you after the death of my master, please what is mine is yours.” He looked at you once more. “Well my heart is my own and is yours should you ever wish to keep it.” Guiding your hand from his face to gently pressing your fingers to form a fist. With both hands he held your palm closed, “My love will always be here within your grasp.”

Raphael: 

“Mouse!? Where are you!?” You heard a deep timbre voice yell above the strings of the tavern. Turning around you see a disheveled man swaying towards you. “Are you alright, Raphael,” raising a brow. He leaned against the bar to steady himself. “Why are you here?” Given how rosy his cheeks have flushed, the stained undershirt and missing doublet, he did make his rounds.  “You,” he growled, clenching his jaw. Tilting your head, “what for Raphael? I have already paid my debts to you,” taking a swig of your tankard. “What? Did you lose the crown already?” The devil sneered, brushing back a hair that had fallen out of place. “Only a fool would lose such a precious relic. No, there is something I need from you.” What could he possibly need? “I need you home.” You sputtered into your drink. “WHAT,” you coughed, hacking out the last bit of alcohol in your lungs. “It is how I said it, mouse." The flicker of Hellfire shown in his unfocused gaze. You felt something bound off your head. Looking down you see a crumpled up paper. “Who done that!?” You scanned the faces from the direction it flew. “Done, what? What are you accusing me of? I’ll have your-” “No, not you.” You waved off the cranky devil. From the crowd you spotted a familiar warlock from across the tavern. “Korrilla?” The devil’s warlock gestured to the piece of paper. Unraveling the paper it read He won’t leave unless you take him. Squinting your eyes at the text in hand and looking back at her. “No,” you shook your head. She mouthed back at you, “he’s your problem.” Turning your eyes onto Raphael who was groaning clutching his head on the counter. “He’s your patron!” Looking back, the dwarven warlock had vanished. “Fuck!” Your face fell into your hands. The jiggle of bells came closer. “Tav… I am not feeling so well..” You felt a tugged at your sleeve. “Can we go home now?”

HAARLEP

“Haarlep? Where are you going?” The drunken “tiefling” stumbles away from you. “To find more food, Mousey,” they yawned. “Haven't you eaten already? The bards would be singing about the tiefling who wouldn't leave the tavern without kissing all the patrons.” You walked in pace with them. “Please, that is a regular night for a bard. Only an appetizer for an incubus. There are plenty of tasty morsels to feast upon,” they tumbled forward. “Oh, look there, that one looks quite delectable,” they shimmed free from their wingless guise. “No, come here Haarlep!” They shook their wings. Stretching them to their full wingspan, Haarlep flaps their wings preparing to take off. “You want a hug!?” You extended your arms spread wide. “Haarlep, please!” If they flew, who knows where they would end up. “Mousey!” They waddled back towards you. “Yes, that’s it Haarlep! Who is my favorite little fiend?!” Somewhere you swear you heard a tut of disapproval. “Mousey… I am still,” they yawned over your ear. “Hungry,” dropping their head atop your shoulder. “Let's not go home just yet,” they mumbled. “I know, Haarlep. I know,” moving their arm to hang over your shoulder. When are they ever not? “Where are you taking me?” They groaned as you slowly dragged the incubus towards the Devil's Fee. “You'll eat when we're home, Haarlep. Could you at the very least attempt to walk,” you huffed looking up at the long uphill dirt path. Would it be too late to call for Korrilla? Or Yugir perhaps? “If I do Mousey will you sleepover? Who is to check on I if I were to fall desperately ill hmm?” Pressing the pad of their claw into your cheek, you rolled your eyes. “You know the little brat is helpless if I were to fall sick and no one wants to deal with his petty little tantrums,” they slurred. Would killing Haarlep make them teleport to the boudoir or somewhere else? You shivered from a warm gust of air, a low growl filled your ear, “yes.” Am I hearing things now? “Those are dangerous thoughts to be having, little mouse,” Haarlep purred. You felt their tail wrap snugly around your waist. “So, very naughty of you,” nuzzling their cheek against yours. “Pretty please? I will be as good as my little impies?” The Devil’s Fee was in sight. “Your impies destroyed my pack last time I left it in the boudoir,” you sighed. “I promise, mouse,” they yawned. Just a couple of steps further. Making your way past the gate, “We made it, Haarlep. We’re almost home.” No noise came from the incubus. “Haarlep?” You turned to see their head hung low, drool pooling at the corner of their mouth. “Goodnight then,” you chuckled. Knocking aggressively on the door outcame Mammon’s warlock with a look of agitation. With a toss of a pouch from your hip, she ushered you in. The warmth of Hellfire blanketed you, both. “Just for tonight, Haarlep. I will stay. Who knows, if he’ll allow me to let you out again,” pressing a kiss to their temple. “I might as well,” you yawned, laying down beside them. You watched their slow steady breaths being lullied by its calming rhythm. They stirred in their sleep reaching out to you. “My Mousey,” pulling you to their chest. “Haarlep,” you breathed, suffocating in their tight embrace. “My sweet Mousey.”

[lady-of-tearshed]

The last date.

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: You are accumulating bad dates, and your best friend, Ruhn, is always there to comfort you when you need him to. He always knows exactly what he needs to do in order to boost your mood.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mention of sexual activities but nothing explicit. A little bit of angst.

“I took your ass out tonight!”

Your hands fly to unbuckle your seatbelt, tears burning your eyes and shattering your heart from this alphahole nasty words. What a fucked up thing to say on a date, only because you didn't agree to go home with him to fuck. “Stop the car.” You urge him, taking your seatbelt off.

“What?!” His eyes leave the road briefly, and he dares to stare at you, looking all confused. What a poor loser.

“Stop the fucking car or I’m jumping out!” The tire screeched, the car stopping so abruptly you almost hit your head on the windshield. You've made yourself pretty fucking clear. Good.

You open the door, completely ignoring the shift in the lion shifter’s voice, now more softer than his previous annoyed one as he calls out for you. “Y/N-”

“Go.Fuck.Yourself.” You cut him off, your voice as sharp as a blade, and you step out of the car.

The atmosphere is heavy, both of your chest heaving heavily as you stand straight on the sidewalk. You keep your chin high, tightly gripping onto the luxury, and probably very expensive, door of the car. You wait in hope to, at the very least, get wished a respectful goodnight. But your crude words had hurt the male’s ego a bit more than you expected.

“Obviously I will, since you won’t do it. After all I’ve done for you...” He rudely says, his teeth clenching so tightly you could hear their unpleasant gritting. You slam the door, hard. Not giving a damn about how you might’ve broken it. He speeds down the street, leaving you standing there, at your request.

You shoot him a last fuck you, joinging a obscene hand gesture with your vile words, before you see the car turn a corner, and disappear from your sight.

You run your hand across your face, not caring that it would smudge your makeup.

What the fuck was this date.

That's it. You are done. Done dating. All of the dates you've been on lately ended up being with shitty alphaholes. You have reached your limit.

You take a big shaky sigh, trying to control your trembling hands as you reach for your purse to take out your phone, and call the only person you trusted to get you back home.

You dialed the number, the phone ringing once, twice-

“Y/N? You're okay?”

Ruhn… Maybe it's just the alcohol you had inhibited earlier tonight, or the exhaustion, or the accumulation of failed dates that are making you feel so sentimental. You gulp down your tears, and clear your throat. “Could you, uh… Could you pick me up?”

You immediately hear Ruhn starting to rustle and get ready on the other side of the phone. “Of course, I'm coming right up, send me your location,” His keys jingle, then you can discern the sound of the motor of his car roaring. You quickly pull the phone away from your ear, putting him on speaker so you can text him your location. “Are you okay though? Are you safe?” He urges, and you realize you haven't answered his question the first time he asked it.

“Yeah, I'm…” You hesitate. Yes what? Yes you were okay? That would be a lie, and you wouldn't lie to Ruhn. “Safe.” You finish, hoping that your answer will do the job.

“Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes maximum,” You can hear him start to drive off, the ticking of his car flasher echoing in the background of the phone call. “Do you want me to stay on the line?” He questions, his voice soft and yet laced with concern.

You aren't even sure what you want anymore. You dab the back of your finger on your inferior lid, trying to dry the tears before they roll out of your eyes. “No, it's fine.” But is it? Your stomach churn, disgusted to be, again, asking your friend to rescue you from an horrible date.

You and your poor choices in men.

“Alright, I'll be right there, stay safe.” Ruhn's soft voice rings from your phone.

The gentleness of his voice makes your cheeks heat slightly, and your heart flutters at how much he cares. “Yeah, love you.” The words slip out on their own, and you gape, staring at your phone, almost dropping it to the ground.

But Ruhn laughs from the other side of the phone, not seeming to be bothered at all from your outburst of affection. “Yeah, love you too.” He teases, reusing your own words, before hanging up.

Oh you fucked up. Why did you say that?! What's wrong with you?! You groan, putting your phone back into your purse and cross your bare arms on your chest. You try to heat yourself up, a difficult task indeed, considering there's only a short, too short in your opinion but perfectly short in Bryce's opinion, pretty black dress.

Your heels are killing you, so you take them off your feet, hissing at the cold contact of the sidewalk on your bare feet. That for sure is a nice way to sober you up.

Before you can bend down to pick them up, Ruhn’s car stops right in front of you, and he quickly gets out of the car to help you out. “My sister dressed you up again?” He snickers, picking up your heels then easily lifts you up into his tattooed arms before settling you down on the passenger seat.

“Why, you think I can't dress myself up for a date?” You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. Ruhn rests his arms on the top of the car, slightly leaned forward, and rolls his eyes. He pulls out a ticket out of his leather jacket, and you snatch it out of his fingers, inspecting it.

A car wash coupon.

You hum, turning it over in your hands as Ruhn smirk grows bigger with every passing second. He closes the door, and takes the seat beside yours, settling behind the wheel. “Am I forgiven for my misplaced teasing?”

“Is it the car wash where they have the pretty lights and the tricolor foam?”

“Yes.”

Your fake pout turns into a smile and you uncross your arms, kicking your feet excitedly. “Then you are forgiven.”

Ruhn stops at the gas station to fill his tank before you two go to the car wash. You wait for him in the car, scrolling on your phone. A phone call pops up on your screen.

Brandon 💕

You quickly decline the call, erase the contact name and block his number from your phone. You sigh, pushing it aside. At the same moment, Ruhn opens the driver’s door with two slushies in hand. One red, one blue.

Ruhn grins, then hands over the red one, your favorite, to you. “Moral support drink,” He winks at you, and clings his plastic cup with yours. The cherry flavored shredded ice melts in your mouth, soothing every nerve of your body. You peer at Ruhn from the corner of your eyes as he drives to the entry of the car wash. His tattooed arm stretches out the window to slide the ticket in the machine, and the heavy car wash door buzzes.

Blue, pink, green, orange lights welcome you in as the car moves slowly inside. You'd never get tired of this kind of…

What is this called, a date? Between friends? Yeah. Probably.

The blush heating up your cheek is hidden by the bright changing lights of the car wash, and you jolt out of your thoughts at the sound of the water starting to spray the car. Ruhn hands over the phone wire connected to his car to you. “Want to put on some of your music?” You nod, connecting your phone to his car and scrolling through your playlist.

Ruhn taps his fingers on the wheel as the two of you keep sipping your drinks in silence for a while, drowning in all of the sounds and colors of the car wash. Ruhn was the one to break the silence first. “So…”

“So..?”

He bites down on his lower lip, thinking about his next words. “Mind to explain to me why you ended up tipsy and dressed…” He stops, taking a moment to look at your ravishing, yet quite revealing dress. A breath catches in his throat, and he scratches the back of his neck, trying to ease some tension. “Dressed heavenly, standing on a sidewalk, alone, in the middle of a relatively chill night?” He finishes.

You sigh, looking away from him. You play with the purple straw of your cup, swirling it around to make the rest of the shredded ice melt, in hope it will give you a few more sips. “Bad date.” You mumble under your breath, the shame of again seeking comfort from Ruhn after a bad date. But Ruhn didn't seem to mind for one bit. Always picking up his phone and dropping everything he was doing the second you need him.

Ruhn nods, and takes a long sip of his drink, the two of you staying silent once again. The tricolor foam soap starts its calming pitter platter on the top of the car, and you drift your eyes up from your cup to admire the mousse landing on the windshield. “And how's this date going so far?” Your eyes widen, and Ruhn feels his heart skip a beat at his sudden boldness.

“What kind of date?” You risk asking him. Your heart is beating incredibly fast as he dives his beautiful blue eyes into yours.

His usual playful grin has completely gone vacant from his face, his expression more serious than you've ever seen him as he speaks. “The kind of date I wish would turn us into more than… friends.” The last word tastes bitter on Ruhn's tongue as he swallows down his nervousness.

He had absolutely no clue why tonight is the night he suddenly got the guts to confess his feelings for you. Surely, his sister's pep talk had helped him get that broomstick out of his butt.

You admire the way the changing lights made Ruhn's blue eyes tinted with every color. Your hand instinctively reaches for his cheek, his soul singing to yours to come closer. His beauty was hypnotizing you, and the way he opened up his heart to you, sitting there, vulnerable beside you makes your heart swell.

Your hand rests against his chest, and you can feel his heart beneath the palm of your hand, it is beating as fast as yours. “I swear to every Gods, Ruhn Danaan…” You whisper, and his hand tangles with the hair at your nape when you bring your face only inches away from his. “That you're the last fucking male I give a chance to.”

“And I promise you that I'll worship you everyday of my life for this chance.” He murmurs, before your lips finally get a chance to taste each other. You shiver at the feeling of Ruhn's cold lips, especially as his lips piercing glides over your lower lip. His hand quickly unbuckles the two of your seat belts, and he parts his lips from yours quickly to back his seat so he can slide you over his laps comfortably.

You straddle him, his hands sliding up your dress on your hips so you can comfortably put your knees on each side of him. You attach your hips back to his, and he kisses you back, deeper this time, as he slides his tongue against yours, both of your slushies flavors mixing in your mouths.

You jolt and your lips break apart when the loud ringing of the car wash indicates that the session is over. You timidly move off Rhun's lap with his help, bursting out laughing when your butt accidently presses the honk in the process. Ruhn moves his seat forward, adjusting himself behind the wheel, while you start putting your seatbelt back on.

Your fingers brushes your lips softly, feeling as if the feeling of Ruhn’s lips against yours was still lingering there. The tattooed male keeps his eyes fixed on the road as he drives away from the car wash, cheeks flustered and still panting slightly. “Sorry, I-” He gulps down, but before he can apologize more, you burst out laughing.

He could listen to this sound for centuries and never get tired of it.

“Don't worry, it was perfect.” You bite your lower lip, and you hesitantly brush your pinky against his. He wraps his fingers with yours, and squeezes them softly, never wanting to let go.

“So… I guess that means I get to take you out on more dates?” He says, trying to keep his voice steady as he speaks.

“I guess it does.” You smirk.

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Harley Keener x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Summary: It's hard to find time for couple activities in the middle of a Stark lab. Luckily, Harley and his partner seem to be on the same page.

Word Count: 1,450

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I took deep breaths, trying everything possible to keep my hand steady as I worked on the delicate machine before me. The rest of the lab completely faded away within a few moments, to the point I didn't even notice it anymore. Until recently, I hadn't quite been able to do that over the noise in my brain going "Stark Lab!" excitedly over and over.

For the past few months, I'd been working at the highest lab-level within Stark Industries. An internship in college had turned into a job, which had more recently turned into where I was now: working shoulder to shoulder with Tony Stark on his biggest, most important projects, and with the freedom to pursue projects of my own. It was my dream job, even when it meant headaches and long hours.

"Hey-"

I heard somebody come into my workspace, but clearly, they knew me well enough to recognize when I was in the zone. They stopped short, thankfully, giving me the space I needed to finish what I was working on without losing my focus. When I got the last of the microscopic pieces into place, I let out a deep sigh and stood, wiping my forehead with my arm.

When I returned my attention to the workshop space around me, I found my boyfriend of the past few months, Harley Keener, standing just past the doorway and watching me with a grin.

"You get that all taken care of?" he asked. I grinned back at him.

"I did, actually. Thanks for not interrupting me while I was in the zone."

Harley shrugged. "Eh, you do it for me, I'll do it for you."

"I think you get a few more extra credit points than I do, since part of the reason I don't interrupt you is you're usually working on projectile weapons. One poorly-timed distraction could mean an accidental potato to the face."

Harley snorted and rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face all the same.

"So..." he started, coming to stand next to me, so close our shoulders were touching. "You ready to get out of here?"

I grinned. "Hell yeah I am."

Harley and I had been planning a nice date night for the past week and a half, since it could be seriously challenging to find time to ourselves between work, school, and being called on by Tony Stark and the Avengers to basically be crisis tech support. We'd aligned our schedules perfectly, put together a list of everything we wanted to do, and even planned to leave a little early so that we'd lower the chances of being waylaid by somebody on our way out. Tonight was the night we were putting our plan into action.

I quickly put my project away, then looped my arm through Harley's as the two of us headed back through Stark Tower and towards the elevator. We made it about two full hallways before running into a road bump, which was honestly farther than I'd been expecting.

"Hey! Perfect, I was just about to come looking for you two!"

Harley and I shared a look as Tony popped into the hallway ahead of us, a familiar, slightly manic look in his eyes. He lit up when he saw us, heading back to the door he'd just come out of and motioning quickly for us to follow him.

"Come on, I'm on the edge of a breakthrough here, I need a sounding board."

I sighed, but started to follow Tony anyway. I stopped short when Harley caught my hand and pulled me back.

"You know we can just ditch him, right? He might give us some shit, but he'll live. We can still get out of here for our date night."

"I know we can, but... whatever this is, it seemed kind of important. And if he just needs a sounding board... it probably won't take too long, right?"

Harley hummed. "It's a fair point, since he usually gets back on a roll pretty quickly and tunes out the rest of the world. Alright, let's do it."

I gave him a little smile as he moved to follow Tony, keeping my hand held tight in his. The minute we cleared the door into the room, however, the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest was completely overriden by the absolute onslaught of information coming at us all at once.

Tony had every screen lit up, every possible 3D rendering floating around us, and every available surface covered in some kind of notes, tools, or spare parts. To my surprise, I found Peter and Bruce already in the room with him, which didn't bode well for Harley and I getting out of here quickly.

"Alright, here's the situation," Tony started, launching into his speech as soon as we were through the door. That's how I knew it was serious; he normally never missed an opportunity to give Harley and I a little friendly teasing when we were holding hands in the workshop. "I was working through some regular maintenance on the arc reactor with Dum-E, and something occured to me."

In typical Tony Stark fashion, by "something", he meant a genius-level breakthrough that had the potential to revolutionize everything we were already doing and working on here. The longer he talked, the more excited I got about the possibilities for discovery sitting on the tables in front of us. Harley and I had dropped each other's hands about halfway through Tony's opening speech, both of us needing to move around the lab to get a better look at everything laid out here.

"Obviously, this has a lot of potential," Tony said, finishing his explanation with a flourish as he addressed me, Harley, Peter, and Bruce. "That's why I want all hands on deck for tonight. Let's dig into this and see what we get."

My gut reaction was enthusiastic agreement, but Harley and I had made plans for tonight. It wouldn't be fair to him to just abandon that without a second thought.

I glanced over at my boyfriend, catching his eyes across the table. He nodded towards the door, and I frowned, but followed him in that direction while Peter, Bruce, and Tony put their heads together.

"Hey," said Harley, keeping his voice low enough so that only I would hear him as we put our heads together. "Look, I know we had a whole thing planned for tonight, but... I have to say, I kinda want to stick around and help with this."

"Really?" I asked, my heart leaping at his words. Harley nodded, looking braced for me to be upset, but I just grinned back at him in response. "Har, I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that. I know we've been trying to carve out time for a night just the two of us, but..."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime breakthrough, and we can pretty easily move our plans by a night or two."

"Exactly! Oh my god, have I told you lately how relieved I am to have you as a boyfriend? I tried to explain something like this to a guy in college and he was furious, he dumped me the next time I emerged from the lab long enough to pick up my phone."

Harley grinned. "Well, it's a good thing we've both got a little mad scientist streak in us, isn't it?"

"Hell yeah it is."

I leaned forward quickly, giving Harley a brief kiss that he immediately returned. We broke apart with matching smiles, until a voice from the middle of the lab broke the moment.

"Hey! Are you two just gonna hide in the corner and make out, or are you gonna get over here and help us?"

Tony had his hands on his hips with an eyebrow raised in our direction, while Bruce and Peter both looked a little embarassed behind him. I caught Harley rolling his eyes, but I just laughed.

"We decided we're gonna help!" I announced, taking Harley's hand and pulling him to the center of the room with me. "Although we formally request uninterrupted free time next week for leaving the lab to makeout. And go to dinner and stuff."

Tony snorted. "Deal. Now come on, the two of you are half of my best team. I need your eyes on this."

Harley and I shared a smile behind his back, then joined the rest of our group as they poured over data and blueprints. It was by far too early to tell, but this wasn't the first time Harley and I had proven to be perfectly matched. And I knew for sure that at this moment, I couldn't have picked a better partner than him.

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[funnybreadd]

IDEA THINGY

“Hold on tight.”

“Alrig-AAAAAHHHH!” Pomni screamed as they took off. She felt faint; flying off the balcony she was screaming and begging him not to drop her. She had her eyes shut tight, wrapping around him even tighter. Which would've made him smile if it wasn't in his ear, and his organs were being popped out.

“Jeez, calm down, jingles!” He said, blocking one of his ears. “I'll take it easy.” She didn't believe the rabbit in the slightest, shutting her eyes tighter; praying to whatever god was out there to not let her die.

“I promise, just,” Jax turned, attempting to take her arms off of him, which just made her hold tighter. He placed his hand gently on her cheek. “Open your eyes..Please."

“Are you crazy?!” The jester snapped, burying her face into his back.

“Trust me.” He spoke softly. Slowly peeking open her eyes, and taking her head off from his back. Seeing his face, softly looking at her, as well as the pitch black sky only illuminated by the moon and stars. Pomni opened her eyes more, seeing the beautiful shining stars. She looked amazed, stopping her screaming. Her jester hat finally couldn't hold anymore, flying off. Her eyes seemed like they had stars in them, looking at him.

“See?” He said, taking his hand off his cheek, and turning back around.

Pomni seemed to finally calm down, loosening her grip. She whispered something he couldn't make out. Once she finally let go Jax pushed down on the carpet, pushing them down rapidly, almost hitting the ocean. “Going down!”

“JAAAAX!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, going back to the scared cat. Chuckling, he pulled up on the it, making the carpet hover over the water.

“C'mon, open your e-.”

“HELL NO!” She shouted at him before he could finish. 

He sighed. ‘Way to go, asshole.’ He thought. “No more tricks, if you want just keep your eyes on me.” Some stupid, stupid part of her trusted him. Trembling she once again opened her eyes; slower than before. She tried to keep her eyes on his back, trying to not looking at looming death, that was drowning.

“See, isn't that bad?” Jax asked, letting her loosen her grip again. Pomni's eyes darted at the sea before darting back. She slowly began looking at it again, seeing the sea reflect off the moon. The presence of being on the magical carpet wasn't as bad as it seemed; distracted by the ocean. Pomni let her hand wonder, touching the skin of the water before jerking back. She slowly began to touch the water again; shaking, she put her hand more in the coldness, letting it glide on the sea. A silent gasp left her lips, before smiling gently.

“If you're still too scared we can head back-”

“No—I mean I trust you.” If she could see his face she would see a deep shade of red covering his cheeks. No one had told him that before, it made him feel safe. And made her feel special.

[ninani06]

— If you failed the test again, i'll always teach you.

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

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Isara Mao, the diligent student council president and one of the top students in his class, sat awkwardly in his childhood friend's room. His gaze fell upon the paper in his hand—a glaring red "57" scrawled across the top corner.

A sheepish chuckle escaped his lips, an uncharacteristic sound of uncertainty. He glanced up from the paper to you, his sharp green eyes softening as he took in your nervous demeanor. You sat across from him, avoiding his gaze, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve.

“So, uh... this is a surprise,” Mao finally broke the silence, a tentative grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Care to explain?"

You quickly slap your hands together in an apologetic pose. “I swear I studied so many times, but some of these questions just don’t make sense to me!”

The boy with his mangenta hair let out a soft sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew all too well about your struggles with math. Year after year, you’d scrape by—thanks only to his patient tutoring. Without him, you’d probably still be stuck retaking the same grade.

Reaching into his bag, Isara Mao retrieved his pencil case with a resigned smile. “Alright, let me take a look at your mistakes. I’ll explain where you went wrong.”

His words brought a delighted smile to your face. Before he could react, you grabbed his hand, causing him to jolt. “Thank you, Mao!” you exclaimed.

Before he could reply, you jumped to your feet, heading for the door. “Wait here! I’ll grab us some snacks!” you chirped, and with a cheerful slam of the door, you left the room.

Alone, Mao stared at the door, his heart still pounding. Slowly, he raised the hand you had held to his face, feeling a faint blush creep across his cheeks. With a sigh that carried equal parts exasperation and fondness, he muttered under his breath, “How am I supposed to focus now...?”

Even though the two of you had been childhood friends for as long as you could remember, holding hands had once been a casual, natural gesture between you. But as the years passed, those moments became fewer and far between.

He had embarked on the busy path of becoming an idol, while you poured your energy into studying to become a producer. Life had grown more complicated. Gone were the days of easily holding hands in school hallways or strolling together on the streets.

Now, such things felt too risky—his friends would tease him endlessly if they caught him, and it might even raise eyebrows among his fans.

But, truth be told, there was another reason. Mao had developed a crush on you. Yes, a crush—the classic, heart-fluttering kind that a high school boy, student council president, and rising idol like Isara Mao probably shouldn’t have had... yet couldn’t stop himself from feeling.

It was unspoken and entirely one-sided—at least from his perspective. You were far too oblivious to notice the way his gaze lingered when you weren’t looking, or how he would find small excuses to spend time with you.

In fact, almost everyone at school seemed to have picked up on it. They’d tease you sometimes, jokingly hinting at Mao’s feelings. But to their amusement (and his frustration), you were always too innocent to understand what they meant.

To Mao, it was equal parts endearing and agonizing. How could someone so sharp in their ambitions be so utterly clueless when it came to his heart?

The door opened, revealing you balancing a tray piled high with snacks and drinks. Mao couldn’t help but sweatdrop at the sight. “You didn’t have to bring so much! We’re only going to be studying for a little while,” he said, his tone laced with exasperation.

You sat down beside him—a move that caught him off guard—your carefree grin in full view. “But I’m hungry! Is that okay?” you replied with a lighthearted shrug.

Mao let out a small laugh, his expression softening as he reached out to ruffle your hair. “Alright, fine. Just promise me you’ll eat slowly, okay?” He knew you all too well. Your habit of wolfing down food so quickly that no one could see where it had gone never ceased to amaze him.

“I know, I know! I’m all grown up now, remember?” you said with a playful pout as you began opening one of the snacks and setting everything on the table.

Mao let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “Sure, ‘grown up,’” he murmured under his breath, his green eyes flickering with amusement. But as he watched your carefree manner, a pang of helpless hit him. For someone who proudly claimed they’d grown up, how could you be so oblivious to love?

He rested his cheek against his palm, hiding the faint blush creeping onto his face. “Rare doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he thought to himself.

The two of you finally turned your attention to the task at hand. Mao patiently walked you through each problem, explaining the answers and solutions step by step to ensure you understood. You, in turn, diligently took notes, scribbling tips and explanations into your notebook with determination.

“What if I fail the test again...?” you muttered under your breath, the words slipping out before you even realized it.

Mao paused mid-sentence, his gaze lifting to meet yours. For a moment, there was silence, and then a gentle smile crept across his face.

“If you fail the test again,” he said softly, “I’ll keep teaching you until you get it.”

His voice was steady, filled with unwavering sincerity. He knew the consequences—more hours of tutoring, more teasing from his friends, and even more tests to prepare you for. But none of that mattered to him.

What mattered was that he could be there for you. That he could help, support, and—just maybe—see your bright, radiant smile when you finally succeeded.

The session continued as Mao patiently explained problem after problem, his voice steady and calm. Time slipped by, and an hour had already passed. Lost in his teaching, it took him a moment to realize just how quiet the room had grown—too quiet.

Turning to check on you, Mao’s words caught in his throat. You had fallen asleep, your head resting on your hand, your features softened in peaceful slumber.

Mao couldn’t help but smile. He had seen this happen every single time he tutored you. It was almost like a routine—your energy slowly fading as he explained, until you finally drifted off.

Leaning his cheek on his palm, Mao allowed himself a moment to admire your face. His expression softened further, though he let out a tiny sigh. "I probably look like a stalker right now," he thought, shaking his head at himself. But even so, he couldn’t look away.

It was rare for him to see you like this—or at all, lately. With his idol duties keeping him busy and your own studies taking up most of your time, your interactions at school were few and fleeting.

The only times he saw you were brief lunches or when you stopped by the student council room under some playful excuse. Moments like these, where he could just be with you, felt fleeting and precious.

Your elbow slipped, causing your head to fall from your palm. Mao’s reflexes kicked in as his hand darted out, catching the side of your head just in time.

He let out a sigh of relief, his heart racing as he steadied you. "That was close," he murmured to himself. If he hadn’t caught you, you would’ve ended up with a sore head—or worse.

Knowing he couldn’t keep this position for long, Mao glanced around and spotted a pillow nearby. With his free hand, he carefully grabbed it and placed it on the table.

Gently, he guided your head onto the soft surface, making sure you were comfortable before slowly pulling his hand away. Once free, he pressed that hand to his chest, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I almost had a heart attack,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged pink.

Looking at you, still peacefully asleep, he felt his shoulders relax. A small smile graced his lips as he moved to tidy up. He gathered your scattered notebook and pencil case, placing them neatly to the side.

As he arranged your things, he noticed your notebook filled with notes, your handwriting scattered all over the pages. Mao paused for a moment, running his fingers lightly over the paper.

A sense of pride swelled in his chest. You had been listening carefully, trying your best to understand and improve. It wasn’t perfect, but the effort you put in was unmistakable.

A quiet sense of pride welled up within him as he took in the effort you’d poured into understanding the material. It wasn’t perfect, but every detail showed how determined you were to improve.

The magenta-haired boy rested his arms on the table, laying his head on them as he quietly admired your peaceful, sleeping face. His hand reached out absentmindedly, gently grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

Your hair was soft, and its familiar lavender scent reached him—the signature fragrance of your favorite flower and the shampoo you always used. He smiled faintly, the nostalgic smell soothing him in a way only you could.

Bringing the strand closer, Mao carefully tucked it back into place before pressing a gentle kiss to it. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the fleeting act, before opening them again to look at your face.

His heart beat faster as a thought crossed his mind. Shifting slightly, he leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours. A flush spread across his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop himself.

With careful precision, Mao kissed your cheek. The kiss was brief soft, simple, and warm. As he pulled back, his chest felt tight, his heart thudding wildly. It wasn’t much, but to him, it was enough. That small, quiet moment was everything he needed.

Quickly returning to his original position, Mao crossed his arms on the table and rested his head again. Letting out a tired yawn, he slowly began to drift off to sleep.

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes fluttered open. The warmth on your cheek lingered, and you instinctively reached up to touch the spot, your face turning pink. You had been awake for just long enough to see everything.

Your gaze fell on Mao’s peaceful sleeping face, his soft breaths steady and calm. A quiet laugh escaped you as you moved closer, your blush deepening. Leaning in, you gently kissed his cheek, mirroring his earlier action.

Pulling back, you whispered, “Dummy...” with a fond smile. Your fingers lightly brushed through his magenta locks, fixing stray strands so you could see his face more clearly.

“Next time... do it more carefully,” you murmured softly, your heart fluttering as you watched him sleep. A quiet giggle followed, and you stayed there for a moment longer, admiring him.

[iceywrites]

"hello?"

"hello, eiji." ash reveals himself and eiji finds himself relieved of stress. the slowly forming smile on his face is the conditioned response to ash's voice.

"ash! where are - why did you - is everything alrig -"

"calm down!" he chuckles and though the telephone does a poor job in delivering the charisma in his voice, it still manages to release butterflies in his stomach. "i just called to let you know i'll be back soon."

"huh?"

"i know you're going to stay up waiting. i just don't want you to be worried anymore. so i'm just letting you know." ash sighs but there's a smile in his voice that sounds like acceptance. "i'm coming back home."

"oh!" eiji convinces himself that it is only natural to blush in that moment. "i see. thank you for being considerate and thank you for telling me." he adds meekly.

"yeah." he replies and that should be the end of the call yet neither of them wish to leave. they hover over the unsaid confessions, never quite landing the words needed to end this yearning.

"eiji? ash breaks the silence, surprising eiji.

"yes, ash?"

"nothing."

"what is it?"

"if you are going to stay up and if it's okay with you, can i hug you when i come back?"

"yes, you can." eiji doesn't insist that he can hug him whenever he wants; he knows how important his permission is for ash. "anything else?" he asks just to tease him.

"no, that would be all." ash plays along and eiji chuckles. "i'm coming back to you. soon. you won't have to stay up for long."

"okay. i'm waiting for you."

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Could I please request AK-12, RPK-16 and Springfield who's very quiet/shy S/O trips when they are on their way to talk to them and an oath bond falls out if their pocket?

(GFL) AK-12, RPK-16, and Springfield's S/O's ring falling out their pocket

That reminds me, I bought the business suit AK-15 skin and it came with a complimentary Oath Ring. I need to figure out who my second marriage is since Type 64 was my first.

12 hears the distinct sound of a small metallic object clattering on the floor. As well as S/O yelping out in panic.

(AK-12) "Hm? That was an interesting sound S/O. Is it something that you don't want me to see?"

(S/O) "I-I, it's fine! It's just um...a bracelet I dropped, I can just grab-"

12's eyes opened, revealing her glowing pink irises.

She helped them grab the object in question before realizing it was a ring.

An Oath Ring, to be exact.

(AK-12) "...Ah. That explains why."

Her S/O begins making very amused noises, what she can only assume was a mixture of panic, being flustered, angry, and disappointed all at once.

12 closes her eyes again, accompanied by her signature smile and gently places it back onto their hands.

(AK-12) "I doubt this is the way you wanted it to happen but, makes the confession that much more exciting, doesn't it?"

She can't help but giggle, helping them up and getting in very close proximity. Even after all this time together, they still blushed at that.

Nudging her hand onto their oath ring, her smile became less sadistic and more genuine.

(AK-12) "Well, I'm waiting.~"

16's mouth goes slightly agape as she sees what S/O dropped.

(RPK-16) "Oh my, I wonder who that's for."

Their reaction was highly amusing to 16, the way they began to flail wildly to cover it up, before they just sighed, giving up.

(RPK-16) "I can pretend to not have seen that S/O. I'm fairly sure you rehearsed quite a bit for this moment."

Laughing at their pout, she just cleared her throat.

(RPK-16) "You know, if you do make this vow with me, this will only get worse. I'll be prodding you for all sorts of reactions...But then again I suppose you secretly like that, considering you're still here."

Their face heated up with the redness in their cheeks telling 16 everything she needed to know.

Deciding to ease off, at least for the intimacy of the moment, she instead sits in front of S/O, one hand extended to them.

(RPK-16) "The symbol of these rings have always quite fascinated me, to be perfectly honest. Humans are such strange things. Perhaps you can teach me more?"

Springfield gasps when S/O trips, immediately rushing to help them.

(Springfield) "That was quite the fall, are you alrig-"

Her eyes widen upon seeing the ring they were desperately trying to find. She calmly grabs it with one hand and looks at S/O.

(Springfield) "Were...you planning to...?!"

S/O had always been quite gentle and soft spoken. Springfield had honestly thought that she would be the one to propose.

Seeing them take that first step for her instead made her circuits cease to function for a brief second.

No doubt it would have made a girl's heart skip.

Instead of teasing or saying anything, she grabs their hands and holds it tightly, the growing smile threatening to hurt her face.

Helping them up and making sure they weren't feeling dejected, she sits them on a chair and giddily puts her hands on her lap, looking intently into their eyes.

(Springfield) "Why don't we start from the beginning? Go ahead and tell me what you wanted to, we'll do this proper!"

[habitual-creatures]

*Tea scuttles off into the vents, letting out terrified short whistles*

*DIS gives a look to Observer, letting him know they get it. They seem to be holding back a growl at HABIT after what he did to its teapot*

~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

*HABIT eventually just gets tired of Observer talking to him, and pushes him away, sitting back down and refusing to look at anyone.*

Roger, put his medication up high, okay?

Oh- uh, yeah, sure.

PUT IT UP HIGH AND I'LL GUT YOU...

I'M NOT THAT IMPULSIVE..

Yes, you are. And if not you, Evan. Youknowhe'striedwiththosepillsbefore.

I DON'T NEED TO BE WATCHED LIKE A CHILD.

For now, you do. Just for safety. I'm not doing it to offend.

Roger. Put them up high so he can't grab them easily.

Her death is hurting everyone. I understand, alrig-

You DON'T understand. She wasn't YOUR daughter.

No, but she was important to all of us.

I know it's hard. Just let me help. Please.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Wondering why

I grew really close to Sean in the two weeks after youth group, I don't know why but I feel like we needed each other. I put on jeans with a T-shirt and a flannel for church going down stairs "hey breakfast sandwich?" my mom asked "yeah! please" "how about your friend?" "yeah he'll want one" "okay" she handed me one and one wrapped in fold "thanks i'll see you guys at church" "okay see you then!" I hopped in my car putting my bag on the floor.

he got in the car and I put the car in drive "here's breakfast," I handed it to him without looking at him "so what were you partying for last night?" I chuckled stopping at the light before looking at him under his hoodie I saw a black and purple bruise around his eye and a cut on his face "Sean oh my gosh are you okay?" he took a bite of the sandwich "I'm fine" "hey.." I pulled the car over "stop y/n" I softly grabbed his chin looking at his face now "what's going on?" "its just from training" "your coach let a guy hit you in the same place?" I moved a piece of his hair "can you drive i'll -um tell you".

"its my dad he's a fuckin asshole" he rubbed his face "what? for how long? you don't have to say" "since like 1st grade" I parked the car "can I hug you?" "no what the fuck?" I sighed "you don't have to be embarrassed" "I'm not" "Sean I'm not judging you okay and thank for telling me I know I just met you' "okay if you really want to hug me I guess you can" I lightly smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck "we won't talk about it again if you don't want to" he nodded and hugged me a little tighter "don't tell anyone please" "I won't" "okay".

"oh my God Sean what happened to your face?" one of the leaders asked "jeez dude rude" I said "well" "it's from training" Sean said "dang so you lost a couple rounds" Sean sighed "yeah". Sean opened his bible next to me and I saw he had some things highlighted making me smile "can you help me find Matthew?" I nodded and turned a few pages for him "thanks" I smiled "yeah".

"So help me understand Jesus and Satan talked to each other?" He asked "yeah I don't know how you can understand it better but yeah they were on earth at the same time" "that's weird" "yeah I guess" I shrugged "mm cool" I chuckled "you want a coffee before we leave?" He nodded. "Y/n," I turned and my mom was standing there "is this Sean I've been hearing about" Sean turned "yeah mom Sean this is my mom Jess" Sean smiled and put his hand out "nice to meet you and thank you for all the Sunday morning breakfasts" my mom smiled and shook his hand "no problem...what are you doing after this?" She turned to me "I don't know its a nice day out but I'll come home before I go anywhere" "okay sounds good well I'm gonna head out I gotta go to the store so I'll see you later..nice meeting you Sean" she smiled before walking away "your moms nice" "yeah and I think she likes you" he shrugged "she'll ask about this I'm sure" "yeah..hard spars are no joke" he lightly smiled "thanks".

We pulled up to Sean's house "alrig-" I cut him off "I don't want you to go back home yet I wanna hang out," he looked to me "I'm gonna go to the beach grab some food and I think you should come with me," he didn't say anything "I can invite some guys from church or if you want to bring your brother or anyone" "can it..just be us" "yeah" I smiled "I'm gonna go grab shorts really quick I'll be back" "okay! I'll be here" "alright" he smiled.

[chaggie-supporter]

Sunday special:

○|PT.5: OVERLORD|○

When I came down this morning, Angel was back, except he looked even more pissed off at Pentious. So I decided to check what was going on.

"Hey Angel, you alright? What happened?"

"No, I'm not. Last night, I caught that slippery twerp placing cameras for Vox all around the hotel."

Vox again! Who is he, and what does he want with the hotel?

"So why is Pentious still here if he did that?" I ask.

"Because little miss sunshine and rainbows came down the stairs to see us fighting it out, and she sang a damn song with him! Now there are besties!" He says with an eye roll. Why would she do that? He was literally being a spy!

"Oh great. I knew there was something up with him."

"Same, honestly." Angel responds. "Anyways, how wad your night, sweet cheeks?"

Right. Just when I thought he was being normal. I'll have to get used to it, I guess.

Just then Alastor walks into the lobby with a group of suit and top hat wearing eggs, (which I can now assume are egg bois) and announces he will be leaving for a short while, as he has an outing planned for the day. I walk up to him as he's leaving and ask, "Hey, Alastor, can I tag along? I don't want to sit here the rest of the day."

"Why, of course, my dear! Just dont be any trouble now, ha ha ha!" He says, holding the door open for me to step out. He comes out after me, and we begin to walk back in the direction of the clocktower, which now reads '111'.

We walk in silence for a short while before I break it.

"So, do you know who Vox is?" His eyes narrow in what seems like.. annoyance? Though, it's hard to tell.

"Ah, that frivolous television. Yes, I do know who Vox is. Why do you ask?" He responds.

"Well, I've just heard his name a few times, and I wondered if he had any relevance to the hotel? Angel said he had seen Pentious placing cameras around for him."

He stays silent for a moment, though I can hear pretty loud radio static.

"That stupid rectangle of disappointment and misery actually has quite the obsession with me for some weird reason. He has zero relevance to me or the hotel."

I think it's about time to change topics. He seems angry.

"And what about those.. eggs? What are they?" I gesture to the group of eggs behind us.

"Oh, these? These, I believe, are our serpentine friend's minions that our one-eyed body guard has asked me to dispose of." I'm about to ask more when a tall black figure appears in front of us.

"Hark,

Alastor. How art thou?"

Woah. This thing is about eleven foot tall and dressed in all black, with four eyes. He reminds me of a spider.

"Who's this boss? Want me to rough him up for ya?" One of the eggs say.

"Follow in silence, if you value your shell." Alastor says to it before turning back to the spider. "Greetings, Zestial!" Zestial? Weird name. I hear a demon yell in fear behind us at the sight of him. Why are they scared if him?

"Ah, the weather doth become this fine day, but bid me, who is this companion with thee?" He says, looking at me.

"Ah yes, this is a dear friend of mine, Alex."

'Dear friend?' I haven't even known him for a week.

"Hello" I say. He looks confused. "Uhhh hello.. why doth thee not feareth me?" Zestial asks. Should I be scared of him?

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. Should I be scared of you?" I ask.

"Well, indeed. Most cowar in my presence. I am the great Zestial Morde, oldest of overlords." What's an overlord? "Nice to meet you."

"Indeed, but thy lack of feareth doest make me wonder, why art thee in hell?"

I pause for a moment. Should I tell people why I think I'm in hell? But then again, I'm probably not going to meet this guy again..

"I killed my brother and sister. Then my dad killed me." I blurt out.

"..Intruiging." He says, slightly surprised. Why is he surprised? There's surely been worse in hell.

"Right. Okay, well Alex, it has been a pleasure, but I'm afraid I have to leave you here. The rest of my outing is quite confidential." Alastor says, before walking off with Zestial.

"Alright, see you then.." I say as he walks off with Zestial and the eggs. Wow. Just leave me on the side of the road like that. Nonetheless, I walk back the same route we came.

When I return to the hotel, I notice everyone is gone. Where'd they go? I take a seat on the couch and just wait for what feels like hours, when finally everyone returns, except Vaggie. Everyone is happy and laughing, except Charlie, who seems upset. Everyone comes and sit on the couches, except Charlie who went upstairs.

They all seem to be talking about some sort of fight. Wait, fight?! How come the one day I leave them they get into a fight? I wanna fight!

After a while of listening, I glance up to see both Charlie and Vaggie looking at everyone from an inside balcony. How did she get back in? Soon enough, Alastor also rejoins us, the eggs still trailing behind him.

"Alastor. Failed to get rid of the eggs I see?" Vaggie calls down to him.

"Yes well the little things prive to be quite useful." He calls back. Then, Pentious's face lights up with pure joy when she tells Alastor to return them to him. He scoops them all into a hug, before ordering them to clean his 'quarters'.

The rest of the night was honestly brilliant. Everyone sat up talking, drinking and playing card games into the early hours of morning. It felt like one big family. At around 3 AM, everyone retreated to their rooms to catch some sleep. I enter my room and get into the bed, but thoughts still circle in my mind. I think about what Alastor said about Vox. How pentious was trying to sly for him, how he seems to have an obsession with alastor. Why?

I don't get to sleep until about 5 AM, as my thoughts wouldn't quiet. But eventually exhaustion won, and I fell into a sleep

[doodle17]

Did you ever say the story on Raz proposing to lili? If you haven’t, can you tell it

OMG I HAVENT YET ABSLSJSKSBKS

Part of the reason I guess, is I kind of wanted to get an ask like this for it actually lol. Cause at the time, I felt like I was post to much Raz 'n Lili stuff so I took a break. So I guess I'll tell it here now!

Basically, Raz was technically still on Camp Councelor duty, but it was late at night, most of the campers were asleep, so he invited Lili over to hang out. (At least that's what she thought 👀)

The two just quietly wondered around the camp, talking about all the summers they spent there, and when they first met. To which Lili started calling him "tree sitter" jokingly for most of the night. Although she did get suspicious of Raz, wondering why he was suddenly feeling so nostalgic.

"Just thought it'd be fun to do while we're here." He'd keep saying, which irritated her a bit, because she was 99% sure this was an elaborate scheme to prank her. So she just shrugged it off. She could just beat him up for it after, anyways.

Later that night, the two sat together on the docks by the lake, which made Raz bring up the asylum.

"Oh, yeah. I remember that place." Lili said looking up thoughtfully. "Shame it's off limits now, huh?"

"Yeah, heh. Remember what happened there?" He asked her.

"HA, Yeah. You got ambushed with sneezing powder and blew your brains out."

"And...?" He asked expectantly.

"And.... what?" She said bluntly.

Raz looked surprised and laughed nervously.

"It's also where we had our first kiss? Don't you remember?"

Lili did, in fact, remember. She rested chin on her knee longingly.

"Of course I remember, jerk! It was only one of the happiest moments of my life!"

Raz laughed, putting an arm around Lili.

"Don't get to sappy on me just yet Agent Zanotto! I still have one more question to ask you." You could tell from his voice he was obviously trying to hide a smile. Lili sighed heavily and turned to face him. "Alright, what is it?"

Raz was trying his best to hide his excitement, but he couldn't help but have the biggest grin on his face. He propped on leg on the dock, and let the other dangle over the water. He took her hand and let out a deep breath.

"Agent Lili Martindale Zanotto," He began. "What the hell-" Lili whispered, as she was struck with a sudden realization.

"You, who have gone on countless missions with me, saved my ass way to many times to count, and has dealt with my crazy family for many years..." He laughed to himself a bit, before clearing his throat and resuming his serious speech.

"Anyways, I know that this probably isn't exactly the place you would want me to ask you this, and I know for a fact you're probably going to kick my ass for it, but..." He wasn't even trying to hide his smile this time.

"Agent Lili, would you be willing to spend the rest of your life as my forever partner? Will you become Agent Lili 'Aquato'?" He looked to her expectedly, with a slight smile on his face.

She stared at him. She looked frozen, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Raz furrowed his brow.

"Lili?... Are you alrig-"

"YES" She interrupted.

"Like- Yes you're alright or-"

"YES I'LL MARRY YOU!" She proceeded to tackle him, knocking the wind out of Raz.

"HOLY SHIT- LILI-"

They both ended up falling in the lake lol. And waking up a few campers and Coach so that was fun. But Yeah! That's the storyyy 😬👍

Im probably gonna draw some of the scenes eventually if I feel like it, but for now, here's the proposal story :)

[ethanlvndry]

Roxto X reader fluff whit angst?

I've had this in my inbox since December, so I'm gonna clear it out!

Title: Only you

Pairing: Roxto x Metkayina!reader

Type:Angst, to fluff

⚠️:none

Pov:1st person

Summary: You see Roxto talking with one of the Metkayina girls that everyone has been crushing on. You, however, see how her expression changes when she comes around. Will you confess in time, or will it be too late?

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"You've got to tell him [name]!" Tik'ila urges me as she catches me, staring at Roxto from across the reef.

"No way! Don't you see the way he looks at Naku?"

I feel my eyes tear up at the mention of her name. I know I'll never be as pretty as her. So I think ill of her, even though it's not her fault.

"Oh, c'mon! He looks at her like she's a friend! He looks at her the way he looks at Ao'nung-"

She starts to talk more, but she's cut off by the very girl we were just talking about.

Naku.

"Hey you guys, I was wondering if you'd be willing to give me some.. Crush advice. There's this really cute boy who I've been talking to. But, I have no idea how to confess to him."

Tik and I make eye contact when we realize who she's talking about.

I was about to decline her request. Seeing as I had no experience in stuff like this. But Tik quickly took my spot and started spewing out recommendations that she never gave to me. Her best friend.

Naku thanks her and dismisses herself. Leaving Tik and I by ourselves. Tik suffering the blow of my pointed stare towards her, making her sweat bullets

"I'm sorry I panicked! She was just being so nice and I got nervous!" Of course, Tik is developing a crush on Naku. Just like Roxto probably did.

"I forgive you, but that doesn't mean I'll forget about it."

Tik'ila and I continue on our day together when night finally comes.

♡♡♡

As I'm walking back, I see Naku hiding behind a marui web, staring at Roxto from a distance, who's walking along the shore, and talking with Ao'nung.

I remember I had to pass by the shore, in order to get to my marui, and as I'm walking past, I hear my name being called. I pick up my shoulders and straighten my back at the vibrations coming from the ground that are getting more powerful. I turn to see Roxto, and Ao'nung trekking towards me.

"Hey [name]! What are you up to?" Ao'nung asks.

"Nothing, just about to go rest so that I'm ready for the celebration tomorrow. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Roxto was wondering if you could take my spot in the walk we usually do across the shore, I have to meet up with Neteyam."

"Of course I can. It's not like I was doing something important. Enjoy your time with Neteyam 'nung!"

As Ao'nung walks back to the village, I'm left to converse with Roxto, which is not the first time I have, but as I've gotten older, and my crush on him has grown. It's gotten difficult for me.

"I'm sorry if this is a burden for you, I can walk back to my marui if you wanna rest. Ao'nung isn't very considerate when Neteyam isn't around."

"Don't worry! I haven't been as active as zi wanted to be today. So you're helping me, and I'd like to thank you for that."

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After we take 2 whole laps around the entire island. We circle back to my marui. Roxto being kind enough to drop me off.

"I had such a good time with you, Roxto. We should do this again sometime."

"I did, too, I would love to do this again with you."

As I'm walking into my marui, I pass Roxto to see a faint purplish blush on his face. But it is wiped away faster than I can blink.

I reach my hand up to grab the flap that covers my pods entrance. But I am stopped by a hand latching onto my wrist, stopping me from doing so.

I look at Roxto and see an uneasy look in his eyes.

"Roxto, is everything alrig-"

I'm cut off by the feeling of lips being mashed against mine. Before it stops.

"I'm so sorry [name]! I don't know why I did th-"

He's cut off by me, pulling him back for a kiss.

"I like you too. But you like Naku more, don't you?"

"Naku and I are just friends. She has a crush on Ao'nung and Neteyam."

I facepalm myself at how stupid I've been to not notice the hand caressing that goes on with those 3.

I open my mouth to apologize to Roxto for how stupid I've been, but I'm cut off my a kiss.

No talking...just us and Eywa's way. Only, us.

I nod my head.

"Oel ngati kameie, Roxto"

"Oel ngati kameie, My love"

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

| a lot of you seemed to really like black out days so I’ll continue to post it<33 |

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𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

S1 Ep2

Why?

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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"Stay close" my dad said then looked out the window and slowly opened the door. "We've gotta make a run for it" he said and I held on to my knife not even sure if I could do anything with it

"Ready 3...2...now" he said and slowly we made our way to the car when me got the attention of 2 walkers making them all come after us. "RUN!" my dad said shooting a few but nothing happened they just got back up that was until he shot one in the head.

So that's how you kill the dead

We all made it into the car, "your hand..." my mom said and we all looked over to see a bite on the beck of my dad's hand. "Oh god" my sister said and she started to cry I tried my best to keep myself from breaking the dam in my eyes but failed

"It'll be okay, I'm sure there's something we can do" he said then opened a bag t-

"Drive DRIVE" my mom said as walkers gathered around us my father then stomped on the gas not caring about running them over. "Your a murderer" my mom said looking at my dad. "Didn't you hear what they said? THE DEAD WALK THE EARTH THERE ALREADY DEAD!" he yelled. "...you got infected...dad are you going to di-" I started but was stopped by my mather slapping me the slap was hard and full of anger. "No, we can find a way to help him" she said and I just nodded.

Rule number 1 stay quiet

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"Shit" my dad said as the car slowed to a stop. "Where are we?" my sister asked. "A little ways from Atlanta, but we need to start walking ran out of gass, I'll carry the food you two carry your stuff and mom will carry first aid, and Rayne help me with this would you?" he said referring to his bite. "Okay" was all I said as my mom handed me some water a rag and bandages.

"There" I said and I finished wrapping up his hand. "Alrig- alright let's go" he said losing his balance a bit. "Maybe we should rest for a bit you look pale" my mom said and my father's face twitched. "I'll be fine now come on" he said grabbing the food. We then started walking.

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"Can we please take a rest" my sister begged we had now been walking for hours and we were losing day light. "No we have to keep moving" my dad said. "My feet hurt!" she said this time in a way louder tone. "Shut the fuck up, do you not see the situation were in" father said but something wasn't right h...FUCK.

my father took another step and fell over the whites in his eyes were blood shot his skin getting paler and paler by the second I nealed down and put my hand to his four head he was buring up, and on top of that walkers were already on our track. "Mom help me" I said as I put my dad's riful over my shoulder and his arm around my neck for once in her life my mom listened and helpped him up we then stumbled onto a small cave. "Rayne, you go make sure it's safe" my mom said and Jade had already took my spot of holding dad Gun...Rayne...g-gun" my father said and I nodded taking the revolver out of his holster. "I don't even know how to shot i-" "just fucking do it Rayne stop being so pathetic" my mom scuffed and I just nodded I looked at the gun and seen my father's initials ingraved on the wooden handle. I walked over to the dark cave I picked up a rock and threw it,

It wasn't deep. I picked up my knife and my mom threw a flashlight at me I turned it on and shined it through the cave to walkers then started walking towards me and I just froze

I couldn't move…

I stood in fear till...

"Goodbye, -----" my father said letting the walkers get him.  "No!!" my mom yelled my father then fell the the floor the walkers eating him right in front of me, I felt something coming up as I covered my mouth and ran away from my mother and sister.

... He was the last person...the last person to ever say that name, my real name.

I turned to see my father stand up and walk towards me mom and sister.  "...its all my fault" I said as the walkers walked over to my mom and sister but before I could do anything my mom killed them, I then looked at my father one last time even though his guts were spilling out of him he was still moving, I grabbed my knife and walked over to him.  "KILL IT RAYNE FUCKING KILL IT!" my sister yelled acting like it wasnt our father.  "I'm so sorry" I said and lowered my knife to his head.

"I love you"

And with that, the knife had made contact with his head.  This was all my fault I sat there feeling tears down my face the a stinging pain, and another, then again, my mom was smacking me, for what I had done.

"You pathetic,  worthless, good for nothing idiot! Look what you did? he should have let you die!" my mom said but I didn't care all I could do was sit there looking over my dead father

His flannel, after a while my mom and sister went into the cave and when they did I took his flannel, it was too big for me so I wore it around my waste, I then walked into the cave to see my sister and mom eating, I was starving sure but how could I eat after what I had just done?

I killed my father

Name: unknown

Nickname: Rayne

Walker kills: 1

Living kills: 1

Age: 9

[ticktickleafs]

☆ True Star Showing ☆

AU

Scattered Vines

Scattered Vines is a AU of Tsukasa angst, so every time Tsukasa feels down, WxS sekai turns dark.

☆ ☆ ☆

Tsukasa

Rui

Thoughts

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Parlings!:

Rui x Tsukasa ( See as you wish )

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WARNINGS: Tickles

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Tsukasa lay on his bed, Hopelessly.

The Sekai is probably dark due to his feelings right now

Well til he got a text to see if he was correct:

"Tsukasa? Are you ok? The sekai is dark."

Rui texted him, he had to respond;

"Yeah! Am alright!"

Rui texted him fast;

"Stop lying, Tsukasa! Am coming over!"

Well, that ended terribly

He thought.

— — —

"Tsukasa!"

Rui had come in.

"Tsukasa.. Your eyes.. are you ok?"

Rui asked

"Yeah, I am alrig—Gah!"

Tsukasa was held by Rui, Rui gave him an angry look.

"Stop.. Stop lying Tsukasa.. or I might.."

He whispered

"Do what?"

Tsukasa wished he hadn't asked if he knew what was next.

"Do this!"

Rui sqeezed his sides, only to receive a few giggles.

"Ruiiiii! Don't do thatatat— GEEK!"

A squeal had come out of his mouth as Rui started to squeeze his armpits

"Tsukasa, you're feeling down! What else am I not supposed to do?"

He asked

Tsukasa couldn't help but burst when Rui got to his worst..

His neck.

"RUIII! FIENENEE I'LL TELELLL YOU!"

Tsukasa sat up on the bed, with Rui by his side.

"So?"

He asked

"Well.."

— — —

TO NOT BE CONTINUED.

[dracomeir]

Was thinking of this again, so here's an itty bitty story that's stupid and suggestive to go with it.

Boyfriend kicked the door open to his place while saying, "Pico, Pico, I-" He saw the ginger was straddling Girlfriend's lap, and both of them were looking at him. "Oh, shit. Were you two about to make out?"

Pico replied with a deadpanned look, "No."

The rapper placed a hand on his chin, and thought about it for whole two seconds. "Okay, cool. Anyway, remember when you said you'd do anything for me."

"Yeah."

"I need your help committing a robbery."

"That desperate for cash, huh? Alrig-"

"No, no, no. Not money. A van full of donuts!"

"...Of course. Why did I expect something norm- Ah!" He pushed Girlfriend back. "Not now. He's right there."

She replied, "We're all together though. Why are you embarrassed now?"

"I'm not embar-" He felt Boyfriend's hands on his back. "What are you doing?"

"The donuts can wait. I want to join in."

"Wha- Wait. Hold on a min-"

One tired ginger later...

Pico was hugging a dino plushie in his sleep, and it was wearing a purple and yellow hoodie. Girlfriend draped a blanket over him before kissing his forehead while Boyfriend tried to remember something. Then the rapper said,

"Wait. What was I asking Pico to do earlier?"

"Sorry, hun. I was too distracted by our ginger to remember."

"Hm... Oh, well. I'm sure I'll remember later."

He did not.

HELP I immediately thought bf would do this 😭