#if you don't have the brightness up ya might miss em

[transgender-catboy]

I'm watching gomotions stream from earlier and dudes. foxy has the cutest little walk of shame when you slam the door before he can get ya

fnaf in real time is actually insane as a concept and if I could I'd play it

[streetchicken]

It's 3 am, it's hot, I can't sleep-

So have some domestic NikPrice inspired by a version of Stroganoff my family makes :)

No beta, we go down like my math grades

Tw: Suggestive, badly written and very indulgent vwv

"Beef liver?"

Price pulls his nose up in barely contained disgust at the little paper wrapped package haphazardly tossed onto the kitchen island. A slab of unassuming dark meat that had Price's hackles raised. "Nik, I love you t'bits, but d'you have to feed me dog food?"

It looked positively slimy and alive. So much so that the Brit could barely hold back from poking it.

"Leave the meat, Малыш. You'll ruin it." Nik swoops in, ever the knight in shining armour, and snatches the liver from Price's mitts.

"Nik, it's liver, not a baby." Price sighs in return, now leaning his hip against the counter seeing as his partner had taken his only source of entertainment. "'t's not like i'can die."

The pout Price recieves from the Russian in return is childish. He just out his lower lip, scrunches his eyebrows and cradles the organ slab gently. "Don't say that, Малыш. Liver is good, you would not hurt liver's feelings."

Price produces an indignant snorting laugh that he has to clumsily hide with a cough. His hand flies to hide his lips as he turns his eyes away from the now beaming Russian.

Nik on the other hand? He can't be more pleased that he got the captain to laugh like that. He looks like a dog with a bone while he sets the liver aside.

"Ah, you laugh. I win." He proudly declares, picking up an onion to start peeling.

"Ya didn' win squat." Price tries to counter while he reaches for the peeler and a potato. Nik allows him to help.

"I won a laugh."

"Wot has that got ta do wit' winnin'?"

"Your laugh, Малыш."

Well Price had nothing to say against that. He's much too flustered now, flushed from the chops to his ears. "Touché."

Nik huffs a breath at the little victory, adjusting the halved onion on the cutting board and dicing it.

It's days like these that keep Nik sober. Without them, and Price, he swears he'd be condemned to the bottle by now. Drinking away whatever demons stalked his bedroom shadows. To think there had been a time when he lacked the gentle quiet. When he'd lived off blood, gunpowder and caffeine. When he only ever slowed down to enjoy some foreign meal or company. To think he was content to settle for it.

Nik takes a deep breath, focusing on the rhythmic tap of tbe blade against the chopping board. To his left, Price's breathing and the sound of potatoes being peeled, to his right, a well loved Bluetooth speaker mulling the tunes of some 80s song Price had insisted on.

The onions are swooped into the pot with some oil and garlic. "This stew is from my childhood."

"O'yeah?"

"Da. One of the few happy memories I was allowed."

Price's tongue sits thickly against the roof of his mouth at Nikolai's confession. Blue eyes settle on the russian's back. The white cotton seems so innocently bright in the soft canter of afternoon sunlight.

"D'you...miss 'em?" Price asks. His words are soft, delicate, almost swallowed by a tune in the music. "Th'good days, I mean."

"Nyet." Nik answers truthfully. "They were...still cold."

Another beat. The silence is thick. Price looks down at the half peeled potato in his hands instead of his partner's back. Finally he decides to continue.

"Fokin' 'ell, Nik. Not in front of th' liver." Price groans, peeling the last bits of skin from the potato.

The notion earns his a barely there snort from Nik, but an amused sound nonetheless. Nik turns, plucks up the potato and leaves Price with a peck against his temple and a soft smile.

Price smiles himself, watching Nikolai work on the stew. He admires how focused Nik is on feeding him, it's a lovely change of pace from field rations and the bland slop they usually get on base. Price might be feeling a little spoilt.

"Onions, aromatics, vegetables, meat, broth. Da, that should be all for now." Nik mutters to himself and turns to face his partner and offers a hand. He bends down a little with one of his mischievously charming smiles that highlight the crinkle around his eyes. "Which gives us some time."

"Flirt." Price rumbles in return, feeling heat on his cheeks as his hand slips into Nikolai's.

Price is pulled up against a firm chest, his hand finding Nik's shoulder while the latter's free hand settles warmly against the small of his back. God Price could barely keep a shiver down.

Nik pulls him into a little sway and jig. Despite his bulk and the small space of the flat's kitchen, Nikolai still manages to maneuver them to the beat of Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing in the dark".

They bounce to the beat, Price mouthing the words as they go along. Nik shifts them away from the stove as they mingle in the light of the waning afternoon sun. They nearly trip over the striped rug tossed between the stove and the sink.

Price follows along. Nik's a better dancer than him anyway, he'd glad to let his partner lead as Price swears he has two left feet no matter the song era. "Y're good a'this!"

"Da, had some practice. Lots of fun clubs in Berlin." Nik muses. His fingers toy with the hem of Price's t-shirt where they've settled at the bottom of the Brit's spine. "Though, not the only thing those clubs taught me."

"Cheeky git-" Price snorts.

Price rolls his eyes and sets a foot between Nik's own and pushes. He maneuvers the man till his back settles against a countertop and Price could worm his hands to plant on said counter top on either side of Nik's waist. "Don't s'ppose ya could back those claims, Sergeant?"

Nik's breath hitches at his old rank. He's left those days behind him when he denounced his position in the Soviet army, but to hear it come from the man he reapects so much?

"I make arrangements, da." He swallows hard, throat suddenly dry. Nik is suddenly hyper-aware of that muscular thigh pressed between his legs.

"Ah, now would ya look at that." Price muses. "Haven't seen ya that red since that night in the Black Hawk."

"Can't blame a man, can you? Not when he's at his Captain's mercy." God the flirting wouldn't work now, Nik's already lost the upper hand. He braces his hands on Price's forearms, desperate to feel the flex of muscle under skin.

"Is that so?" Price coos, his voice dropping to that low gravel that has Nikolai dizzy. His baby blues flick appreciatively over the man's neck.

Unable to resist, lips press firmly to the hollow of Nik's neck. Soft, demanding, they trail little embers up to the pulse. Nick swallows, he can feel his heart gallop in his chest and stick in his throat.

"You seem a tad nervous, luv." Price taunts. His hands slip from the counter to find the curve of Nikolai's hips. His thigh presses forwards and up.

"Nyet, not nervous." Nik gasps. The square if gis shoulders falter with the full body shiver. Price's lips are impossibly warm as they find the edge of Nik's jaw. It has him closing his eyes to stop the world, Price, from spinning. Jus'...I...John."

"Yeah?" Price muses, smiling where he's inches from Nik's face.

Fuck, Nik can feel it. Feel him. Smell him. Him and his Yardley English Blazer cologne. "Малыш- need. I need- John, please-"

Oh Price likes when Nik asks so softly.

Lips meet lips in a soft embrace. Almost like the casual atmosphere has the kiss lazy and easy. They barely notice the first cords of "Careless Whisper" strum over the speaker. But it isn't long before Nik's hands find the front of Price's shirt hem. Or until Price had his fingers securely tucked into the curls at Nikolai's nape.

The leverage lets Price press Nik fowards. He forces a soft sound between Nik's lips. The heat of his tongue finds the other's. He presses to overwhelm. His free hand dips below the elastic of Nik's sweats to find the fat at the man's hip.

The sound is soft, barely audible. A breathy little gasp that has Price scrambling to lift roughly 100 kilograms of Russian muscle onto the counter. Their lips part, but Price eagerly liberates Nik of his shirt so he could trail heated kisses from his throat to his sternum.

"John-" Nik starts, getting cut off by his own breather groan as he's palmed through his sweats.

Price could feel the heat pool between Nik's legs as he slots his hips to fit perfectly between the man's thighs. He nuzzles his nose to the black curls that adorn Nik's chest and lets himself just exist like that for a moment. He admires how sunlight glints over silver scars and the carpet on Nik's chest, admires the colour adorning Nik's cheeks and shoulders. His head is fuzzy with the feel of Nik against him, his partner shuddering with his arousal pressed to Price's palm. Intoxicating. Addictive even.

Nik threads his fingers through the messy brown locks.

Price continues his trail of kisses. They follow the contours of Nik's abdomen. Down to his navel. Gently down the trail of dark curls. His teeth hook the elastic of Nik's grey sweats. The man practically whimpers at the display.

Until he's not and Price is shoved back in Nik's panic to get to the stove. Price sighs and runs a hand over his face.

"New low f'me-" he groans "-gettin' cock blocked by a bloody stew."

Nik only offers him a shrug as he adds some cream, turns off the heat and places the lid back on. That's when he turns and Price's tongue goes lax at the sunlight framing Nikolai's face in dark curls and a soft glow.

"Well-" Nik coos, stalking closer to his partner "-it is done. I am certain it would be...some time before it is cool enough to eat."

Price suddenly feels very claustrophobic with his back against a counter and Nik's dark eyes so intently on him.

"I never minded cold stew anyway."

[merakiui]

HOLY!!!!!!!!! Can i have Floyd with "what's up with not calling me back?"??? if you're still doing the fwb dialogues!!!

(fwb dialogues)

For most of the week, Floyd's committed himself to following you around like a lost puppy. It was amusing the first day (and ominous to those who weren't aware of his involvement with you), but now it's Friday and you're beyond fed up. It was one thing to watch him seat himself beside you at lunch, thereby snatching Ace's usual spot, but it's another entirely to have him wait outside of Ramshackle to pick you up.

He's determined. You weren't expecting he'd last through the week. You're not particularly entertaining when you're so focused on your own priorities, but somehow that hasn't deterred him.

"Do you need something?" you ask, shutting and locking the door. Grim left before you, but now you almost wish he was here. The tension, though not as thick, is still troubling to navigate.

"Nah. Just wanna shadow ya today."

"You've done that all week."

"Shrimpy's been interesting all week."

You roll your eyes and stride ahead. He easily falls into step beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. It's quiet for all of two minutes before Floyd decides to break it.

"So what's up with not calling me back?"

"You'd know since you were following me all week." You peer up at him, arms folding sternly over your chest.

"That's just it. I don't."

"I was busy, Floyd."

"Busy," he parrots with a slight frown. "Mmkay."

"I need to study for a few upcoming exams."

"I getcha."

"So you can't distract me."

"I'd never."

"I'm serious. I need to get my grades up. I'm on the verge of falling behind."

"So I'll study with ya."

"Absolutely not."

Floyd pouts. "It ever occur to you that I wanna spend time with you outside of sex?"

"Not once."

"Well, I do."

"I highly doubt that." When he doesn't justify that with a retort, you add, "I haven't been ignoring you if that's what you think."

"I never said that."

"Okay... So why're you so hung up on me not calling you back?"

For a slim second, you think he looks conflicted. There's doubt in those normally bright two-toned eyes of his. But then it's gone, quick as a flash, and Floyd's back to wearing his sticky smile.

"'m not hung up. I was gonna ask ya somethin' real important."

"And you couldn't text it to me?"

"Nah. Calling's better." Floyd skips ahead towards the building. "You doin' anything for break?"

"Probably not."

He turns to look at you. "Cool."

You hurry to catch up, taking the stairs two at a time. "Why? Are you?"

"Yeah. I'm not gonna have my phone, so we won't be able to call."

"What? But... Oh, right. The sea." You wonder if you'll miss him during those two weeks. It'll definitely be quieter. "Have fun."

The both of you come to a halt in front of your classroom. He smiles at you. It looks sincere enough, almost hopeful.

"You could come with, y'know."

"To the sea?"

"Where else? Jade 'n I will show ya around. Take ya to our favorite spots."

"I'll think about it."

"Aren't you writing a paper on merfolk? You could study 'em up close if you came with. I'll even letcha check me out for your research."

You raise a curious brow. "Is that the 'real important' thing you wanted to ask me?"

"Maybe. I'll tell you if you come with. I'll get Azul to make you a potion. He'll do it."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch."

"Where would I stay?"

"My parents' place. They'll let you. Won't be a problem at all." He tilts his head at you. "Sooo, you comin' or not?"

"Um... I don't know. I'll think about it."

"Sure. Lemme know when you decide." Before he takes his leave, he adds, "I bet your paper'll be a real hit. Might even get you back to passing."

You scoff. "I can write it without your help."

"Of course you can. I never said you couldn't." And then he's slinking off to his classroom, his giggle still bouncing around inside your brain.

When you find your seat in class and dig your textbook out of your bag, a startling thought hits you: Wait. I'd stay with him at his parents' place?!

Just what are you getting yourself into? More importantly, why do you feel so inclined to agree?

[decaf-mother]

"Sugar Honey Iced Tea: S.H.I.T"

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MDNI

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141 x F!Reader

Southern|Y/N

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Horror/Slasher AU

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Warnings: Silly Fluff

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Of course the stupid car had to break down in the middle of nowhere, nothing could ever just go- right. At least not for them.

"It'll be alright- I'm sure a car will come by soon."

Squish

Gaz then promptly groaned as he stepped on what looked to be a pile of dog shit. Soap cackling at him while leaning on the car.

Price just sighed tinkering with everything beneath the hood, Ghost offering him a hand silently. Though there was absolutely no luck- the thing was busted and in need of proper repairs.

"Bloody hell..."

Price murmured and glanced up as he heard the motor of an old truck approaching, the sun beating down harshly on them.

Getting help from a stranger wasn't ideal but what other option was there? Walk down the road till they reached a town while not knowing how far it might even be?

••

The ride was awkward and silent- Soap, Gaz and Ghost stuffed into the small space of the trucks back seat while Price sat up front with the older man who was driving the truck.

"Yer elbows in me side."

Soap was unfortunately the one stuck in the middle seat since he didn't react quick enough to claim a seat by the window.

Gaz chuckled and shifted around trying to not cramp the Scotsman too much, though he was clearly amused by the situation.

"That's what you get for laughing at me earlier."

Playful pettiness- of course.

Finally the older gray haired man spoke up, glancing up in the rearview mirror to get a small peek at the guys in the backseat. It was odd that he wasn't more unsettled by Ghost's mask.

"Don't worry bout' a thing. I have a shop at my place, I'm sure I can get that car of yours up and running in no time."

His voice dripped with a southern drawl, slowly pulling into a long winding drive way leading back into a woodsy area.

This is how horror movies start- isn't it?

Ghost per usual did not trust the man- granted he didn't really trust anyone. Price as well was fully on guard.

He slowed to a stop in front of an old white farm house with a wrap around porch, aside from the chipping paint the place was rather lovely.

Then you emerged from the house and happily made your way over to the vehicle, bright smile on your face as you greeted your grandfather.

"Hey, granddad! Who are they?"

You motioned to the guys as they got out of the truck, Soap seemed to be the most charmed by your accent and smile. He eagerly stepped towards you first, interrupting Gaz who was also about to introduce himself.

"Ye can call me, Johnny."

"Nice to meet ya, Johnny."

The man had such a bright grin and you didn't miss how his blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight that drifted between the trees canopies.

Your grandfather chimed in while shooting a warning glance towards Johnny.

"These boys had a bit of car trouble. Brought em' here while I go get and try to fix up their car."

You shockingly didn't seem all that surprised, simply grinning and motioning for them to follow you to the house.

"You'd be surprised how many people get stranded out here. C'mon in and I'll get y'all some nice sweet iced tea and we can talk more. I'm sure the summer sun wasn't kind to ya."

Ghost was last to step foot into the house, his eyes taking in the scenery around him, he didn't trust you or any of this. No matter how sweet you seemed. I mean- what kind of person doesn't even hesitate to let a group of four strange men in their house?

Gaz and Soap were vaguely weary but not as distrusting, Price was on a similar boat as Ghost but hoped it was simply that southern hospitality he always heard about.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Price nodded to you politely as you led them to the kitchen... Certainly it was just their nerves from what they did for a living, right?

You couldn't possibly be a threat... Though that sugar filled drink you poured for them while calling it tea certainly was a crime in Ghost and Prices eyes-

Gaz wasn't sure how to feel about it but Johnny was rather ecstatic over the southern made sweet tea.

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{Please forgive me I cannot write accents. Working on it.}

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{Shoving two obsessions together because I can't help myself.}

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{More Content}

[bleach-your-panties]

babe! H, J, & K for Kuroo and Bokuto please!!! I have a need and I am dying 🫣

This is so fun, thank you in advance!

You fed me with this, because I missed my man Bokuto!🤍🖤💛

❥⋱Koutarou Bokuto:

❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc

Bokuto loves giving you hickeys and he highly encourages you to give him hickeys as well! He wants everyone to know that he’s a happily taken man with a very healthy sex life 🤭

He loves to leave hickeys on your neck- trailing from your neck down your collarbone and down your shoulder. They vary in shape/size because he's constantly changing the tempo of his kisses, bites, and sucks. They will all be a bright to deep red, though, because he suckles on your skin like he's trying to eat it.

When he returns to his team after a heated night with you, he’ll intentionally walk around in just gym shorts and a wife beater so they all can see all the marks, hickeys, and nail indents that you've left on him!

❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

Sweet Love - Chris Brown

“Oh, baby, let’s get naked, just so we can make sweet love

All these sensations got me goin' crazy for ya

Inside on top of you, grindin' inside and out of you

Baby, I know what to do, baby, I know what to do

So come on, baby girl, let's just take our clothes off

Just so we can make sweet love

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G-Girl, you shy you wanna slow it down? (Down)

And you start screamin' when I go downtown (Ow!)

Just as long as you get crazy

And baby, don't get it confused

I'll do everythin' you want me to

And just as soon as you get naked, makin' love

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Planez - Jeremih ft. J Cole

“I can put you in the mile-high club, what’s up? Let's take a trip,

Have you ever read “the world is yours”, on a blimp?”

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“I got you in the air, your body in the air - how it feel up here?

You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can, ain't nobody gone hear”

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“Oh you nasty, oh oh, you nasty

Both graduated, so fuck keeping it classy”

❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋

He is an overzealous kisser sometimes, and he gets messy with a lot of spit - so much that it’ll be dribbling down the sides of your connected mouths. It’s only because he’s away often traveling for games and he misses you so much! Not being able to kiss and taste you for so many months at a time makes him sad.

Once he’s home, though, he’ll calm down and kiss you softly - all over your body. Like I said, he misses you. 

His lips suckle on your skin very gently. A stark contrast to his hornier, more urgent actions. He also likes to lick and flick his tongue over your skin while kissing it.

❥⋱Tetsurou Kuroo

❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc

Now, you would think that he would be more open about giving hickies, but it actually makes him kind of shy.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a little shit, but even he makes himself blush when he sees how overexcited he got in the bedroom last night once you’re getting ready for work in the morning and trying to cover up the marks on your neck with makeup.

The size of his hickies will vary depending on what type of mood he’s in. Pent-up? Large, bruise-like marks with uneven edges and a deep mauve color in the center. He’s feeling good that day? Medium to large, with less suction behind them but they might have teeth marks around the edges.

He’ll suck hickies into your titties as well, and lick over the nipples before raising his head to give you a mischievous grin.

❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

Grind On Me - Pretty Ricky

“Baby, grind on me; relax your mind, take your time on me,

Let me get deeper, shawty ride on me.

Now come and sex me til your body gets so weak, with slow grindin’ baby”

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“I make em��� laugh and giggle, cuddle a little, suck on the nipple, lick the whipped cream from the middle,

Girlfriend I never go (raw), I rip off panties and I pop off (bras)

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“Pretty boy doin’ pretty good thangs, makin’ pretty good change

Gettin’ pretty good brain, from the pretty pretty chicks, gettin’ pretty damn rich

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“If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right, so let's take our time and do it right, cause we got all night”

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Meeting In My Bedroom - Silk

“There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so girl please don’t be late

There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so please don’t make me wait

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Looking at my Rollie, girl, I see it's almost time

I hope you're getting ready girl and don't forget the wine

How long 'til Monday, girl?

Tonight is just for you and I

And it's gonna be so fly (so fly, so fly, what what, what)

I like having you around so I gotta put you down

So be there or be square

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Step into mi casa, lay it down, down, down, down

(Come on yeah baby, yeah yeah yeah)

Got a little sumthing sumthing for my sexy mama, mama

Been checking for ya since day one

You're my moon and you're my sun

(You're my star, you shine, yeah)

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❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋

He is a very, very, very good kisser. Playful. Just like a cat.

He’ll suck your bottom lip into his mouth and hold it before pulling back to stare at you, trying to make those golden brown eyes look as innocent as possible.

Loves to suck on your tongue and the sides of your mouth. His kisses will make you wet and leave you breathless.

When you fall asleep after a night full of passionate love-making with him, he’ll caress and kiss your back and shoulders.

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[bubble-popping]

okay this is kinda embarrassing bc i meant to post this a long time ago and just... Didn't.

More dnb gods au bc them <3

Truthfully, Techno didn't know why he stood here, hand hovering above the wood of a door. Even less did he understand why he felt so nervous about going in. The words 'Dream's Study' felt like a permanent 'do not disturb' sign. He knew how much he hated to be interrupted when he worked, especially for trivial matters such as a minor headache. Techno hadn't seen Dream for a while, and it was showing with how Chat nagged and clawed at his brain. He wasn't quite at the stage of attacking his dearest friends and causing major property damage because of their volume and relentlessness, but Dream had asked--pleaded, to be more precise--for him to visit before it got to that point. So, here he stood, trying to think of how to phrase his current predicament without sounding like a total loser. And Chat was not helping.

just knock?

man's forgot how to knock

bro forgor

E

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average dork in love behavior

no u guys don't get it he's so normal about dream i promise

social anxiety L

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LOL

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"How do you nerds even know half those phrases? I don't say anythin' like that-" Before he knew it, the sound of squeaks and chirps emitted from behind the door. The Blobs' heightened senses never ceased to amaze him.

"What? Techno's outside? How-OW!"

Techno startled upon hearing the exclamation accompanied by a thud and finally kicked himself into gear, opening the door and peeking inside to see Dream standing up from behind his desk, cradling his horns and uttering more hisses of pain. "Dream? You alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine! Jus' bumped my head is all. I'm alright." The blond waved off his concern as he sank into his chair. "Is something up? Chat being loud again?"

The piglin god decided to step further into the room. He'd gone this far, might as well go the full mile. "Well, not at the moment now that you're, ya know, talkin'."

"Aw, they just missed me, huh?" Dream rested his head in his hand, smile smug and eyes scrunched.

YES

DREAM

DREAM POG

simps. every single one of you. me too.

GUYS SHUT UP I CAN'T FOCUS ON HIS PRETTY

pretty dreamie :)

WE AGREED ON DAYDREAM FOR THE NICKNAME IDOIT

**idiot lol

lol

LOL

Lol

LOL

"I didn't say all that. Don't get ahead of yourself, teletubby." As if Techno's absolutely scathing remark wasn't enough of a blow to the man's ego, several Blobs then decided it was their special moment to shine as they dropped down on Techno chirping and cooing not too unlike Phil's crows. He glanced up to see many more piled on a hammock above his head. The majority still soundly slept. Techno could only imagine what it'd look like if they were all awake.

"Hey! What have I told you guys about personal space?" Dream promptly stood from his chair and came over to brush the little Blobs off, a bright gold strong as sunshine glowing on his cheeks. It really didn't match the stern expression he was trying to show. "I'm so sorry about them. We're still working on that..." He didn't meet Techno's eyes as his hands swiped across his shoulders. Not even when he reached further up, lifting on the tips of his toes to pluck away the ones that had settled in his hair.

"They're not so bad. At least they're cute. Chat is just plain annoyin'," Techno grumbled.

WE'RE RIGHT HERE YA KNOW

techno hates us y'all

we're literally fixing your love life?

so ungrateful

Dream giggled softly, shaking his head. Only then did he meet Techno's gaze. "Chat isn't bad either. It's just like the Blobs, they're excitable. I think Chat's cool."

dream gets us y'all

omg he's looking at us guys

HE'S THINKS WE'RE COOL

i hope he wins the custody battle in the divorce

they aren't even married yet

praying on their downfall already is crazy

SHUT UP HE'S STILL TALKIMG

he stopped tho?

**talking

LOL

LOL

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Techno pressed a hand to his temple, face twisting in discomfort. "You don't have to hear 'em all the time..."

Dream offered a sympathetic smile before he seemed to get an idea. "Would you like to rest with me while I fulfill some dream requests?"

"I don't wanna bother ya if you're workin'-"

"You wouldn't be a bother, ya big idiot. C'mon, I could use the company." He smiled sweetly, taking Techno by the arm with pretty green eyes begging from under long blond lashes. Naturally, Techno let himself be dragged away--but he still wasn't a simp, Chat, shut up--to a different corner of the office: an area that closely resembled a pillow fort.

Techno really had to duck down to enter it, clearly not built for a god his size. Inside was more spacious than it initially appeared. Made of many different colors and shapes of cushions, all draped with soft blankets, and partially bordered by the lower shelves of a bookcase. Dream easily found a spot to lay down, propped up and facing the curtain canopy. Techno squeezed against the nearest wall out of consideration for Dream's space, but regardless only managed a gap of mere inches. He too looked up, and when he did, he swore that nothing was above them at all. Tiny lights were strategically placed to emulate the night sky. Techno could even see certain constellations in the pattern.

"How did...?"

"Oh, some Blobs got into my glowstone dust by accident and they reminded me of stars, so I got this idea." And Techno believed him because when he squinted he saw, as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, many tiny Blobs hanging by thin threads with the proudest grins on their faces.

"Of course..." He huffed, smirking and shaking his head.

A comfortable silence succeeded his words, covering the pair in a particular kind of blanket. The kind that had Techno curiously glancing over to see Dream concentrating on a cloud held aloft by the green strings connected to his fingers.

"What's that one? If ya don't mind me askin'."

"Hm? Oh, well, usually I don't share other people's dreams. They're personal things, meant for your mind alone. But..." Dream got a small, almost mischievous smile on his face. "This one here is for one of my regulars."

"Regulars?"

"Mhm. I think she prays almost every night, always for the same thing. She's an old woman and recently her wife of almost 60 years passed away from an unfortunate accident. Do you know what she asks to dream of?"

Techno couldn't imagine knowing that much about a mortal. But then again, all those that prayed to him usually didn't live very long, so he supposed he just never got the chance to.

"What?"

"She just wants to speak with her again. Nothing else matters, except that she's there. They talk about so many things. Sometimes, they don't speak at all. Just sit there next to each other, enjoying the company. I've put them in all sorts of places. Relaxing on a beach, watching a fireworks display from afar, sitting on their rocking chairs in their living room..." He'd finished crafting the dream by then, offering it to one of the Blobs who devoured the cloud whole and promptly wiggled into the crevice of two pillows. Afterwards, he folded his hands atop his stomach and closed his eyes, smiling wistfully. "Such a sweet, pure love... I only hope someone will love me like that."

A heat unlike any other instantly filled Techno's cheeks.

ASDFGHJKL HE'S LITERALLY ASKING FOR IT

LET'S GOOO

KISS HIM YOU IDIOT

how did that guy make that sound

KISS

KISS

KISS

L matchmakers fr

wdym we're such W matchmakers

yeah he boutta get that sheep pus-

Techno quickly sat up from the comfortable pile onto his elbow, resolutely pushing that thought out of his head.

"Techno?" Dream looked to him, gaze wide and inquisitive. The piglin god turned to stare down at him, and though he knew he had to say something that might finally shut Chat up about this, the words got caught in his throat. Green eyes were simply too pretty, surrounded by freckles and waves of golden blond. A hand surprised him out of his admiring. Gentle fingers pushed the hair that had fallen into Techno's face behind his pointed ear then came to a rest at his cheek. "Something wrong?"

"No," he answered with a shake of his head, placing his hand upon Dream's and leaning into the touch. It still didn't make a lot of sense to him, why Dream was so tender towards him despite his reputation and prowess... Or, perhaps, because of it? Techno cherished it all the same. "Nothin's wrong. 'm just... 'm not sure how to, how to word-"

"Tech," the sheep god murmured, now cupping both of Techno's cheeks and wearing a bittersweet smile, "you don't have to force yourself. I was just thinking out loud. I wasn't trying to-"

"It's not that, I mean, well, it is, but-" He sighed, closing his eyes to collect himself before opening them with a renewed determination. "I get what you're sayin' and I feel the same way."

"You do?"

"Ya think I'd come just to make Chat shut up? That's just a sweet bonus, dude."

Dream giggled, a similar blush rising on his face. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means I... would really like to kiss ya, if you'll let me."

The blush immediately brightened to a shimmering gold. He pushed himself to a sit as well, closing the gap between them to barely a few inches. "I think I'd like that."

They both leaned in, heads tilting to accommodate the other, but when Techno connected with something, he knew it was not Dream's lips. A Blob had managed to slip in at the last second, squeaking happily. The two pulled back in equal astonishment, allowing the Blob to drop on Dream's lap.

Dream's expression rapidly soured. "You little-!" He snatched the Blob up, gripping its little body in a tight grasp. "That's it. You're all going in timeout now." With a snap of his fingers, all the Blobs including the ones that hung from the ceiling exploded into puffs of clouds, leaving the two in near total darkness aside from Dream's glowing eyes. "Much better. Now..." Hands suddenly grabbed Techno by the shoulders and twisted them so he was flat on his back and Dream was straddling his waist. His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned in once again, bright green illuminating both their faces. "Where were we?"

[missterious-figure]

The Errand Girl

'If you wish to know more, I advise you look out for a colorful haired girl. She travels a lot, and may have seen something that might help ya.' 'Apologies, but I don't know much about this Dark Lord. Maybe you can go ask the errand girl?' 'Dark Lord? Yeah, I know a few things. The Rose girl may be able to help you better though.' 'The errand girl' is that everyone in every town calls the one with the information. She travels a lot, or so everyone says, constantly on the move and not staying more than a few days in a town, a week at most. That's who Y/N was looking for at the moment, not forgetting to ask others just in case they know a thing or two about the Dark Lord. The information is not much, if anything the same, but it's still something!

Finding this errand girl was not as easy as Y/N thought. When asking about where she is, the people would often say 'Oh, you just missed her! She had helped me out just earlier!' and they were back to square one AGAIN. Y/N spent a good two days looking for this girl but she always evaded them last minute. It's like the universe was against them! Thankfully, she hasn't left town yet, or so they have been told by the townspeople. Nobody knew where she went afterwards, she always chose random towns to hit next.

"Agh! I can't find this girl! It's like the universe is trying to keep her away!" Y/N complained in a tavern.

"Looking for someone?" The tavern owner asked as he cleaned up the table.

"I am but I just can't seem to catch her! Every time I ask someone about this errand girl, people tell me she just finished helping them!" Y/N said as they put their head on the table. "Seriously, I won't find her before she leaves town..."

"You talking about Gin Rose? Oh, that girl is always working her butt off helping others!" The tavern owner said with a chuckle.

"You know her?" Y/N asked, looking up.

"Who doesn't! She always takes the jobs people don't want in exchange for some coin or some food. And you may be in luck." The tavern owner said as the tavern doors were pushed open.

"Hey Mr. Tavern Owner sir! I got your packages! They go in the back right?" An unfamiliar voice exclaimed.

A girl with bright hair the colors of pink, purple and blue had arrived, her skin a dark tan, eyes a bright green color, a dark red crop top, jean shorts, matching leather thigh high boots and gloves, a necklace hidden under her shirt and some bandages wrapped around her left arm, having a reddish orange bag with her. So THIS was the errand girl!

"That's her?" Y/N asked as the girl went to the back of the tavern to put the packages away.

"In the flesh! She always helps me out when she's in town, in exchange for some food." The tavern owner said as the girl came back.

"Hey hey, so you're the one who's been asking for me?? I heard the people talk about a traveler asking for the errand girl, aka moi!" The girl said as she sat next to Y/N. "Name's Gin Rose, is nice to meet ya stranger!"

"I am Y/N, it's nice to meet you too." Y/N said as they thought "She has a lot of energy!" "Okay, tell me, why can I be of service to ya? Need a letter be delivered? Package? Did the wheels from your wagon all fall out and the things keeping it together broke when it did and now you need help getting new ones but can't cause you have some business to attend to in town??" Gin rambled on as she kept eye contact with Y/N.

"...Uhhhh..." Y/N was... speechless.

"Haha! I am just kidding. That did happen though, total pain in the neck but the money was good at least!" Gin said. "Seriously though, ya need my help with something?"

"Oh, yes! I have heard from the towns I have visited that you travel quite often and that you may have some information about the, well, Dark Lord." Y/N explained, the errand girl raising an eyebrow.

"Ha, the Dark Lord huh? Yeah, I have heard rumors about 'em in some towns, nothing concrete though." Gin mumbled as she pushed her hair back. "Brings back a memory, although it is kinda blurry, childhood memory."

"Can you at least remember a little bit?" Y/N asked.

"Hmmm, I remember it was dark. And cold, I lived more on the north, usually almost snowing. I strayed away from my hometown and met... someone." Gin said as she scratched her head. "Someone, someone... can't remember who or how they looked like but... they felt kinda off ya know?"

"Off?" Y/N questioned.

"Yeah, like... I wouldn't particularly say evil, but it wasn't totally good either. Sorry dude, but my mind is not very reliable when it comes to childhood memories." Gin said. "I could try and get some information on the Dark Lord for you in other towns though! I am quite fast when traveling so it wouldn't be much of a problem."

"You'd do that?" Y/N asked, surprised.

"I like adventure! And yeah, helping people out is nice but I need more action than just helping fix a wagon ya know?" Gin said with a shrug as she chuckled. "So what do ya say? Is it okay for me to help out?"

"Yes! Of course! Thank you so much!" Y/N said, quite excited to have gained a new friend.

“Oh, and to help ya out, here!” Gin said as she rummaged through her bag and brought out a necklace that had a single, shimmering scale that went from pink, to purple to blue and then to green depending where the light hits it. “It may not look like much but it is very useful! And we match!” The colorful haired girl then showed the necklace hidden in her shirt, which had an identical scale to the one she gave Y/N, who was quite intrigued by it.

The two continued chatting about their travels and throwing around theories about the Dark Lord left and right for a few hours before they went their separate day, that being the last day Gin was to stay in town. No one knows where she'll go but Y/N knows they'll meet her again eventually.

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(And das done! This scenario I imagine would happen before Y/N meets the Furious Four. Of course, this ain't canon, just a silly lil thing I made to include my OC Gin. Hope it was fun to read tho!)

((Side note: I tried so hard to post it on my own blog but it wouldn’t let me and I really wanted to show ya!))

This was written very well and I enjoyed reading it! It's cool that Gin is a very helpful person, and I like the interaction between her and y/n! Thank you for sharing, I'm glad you like this au!!

[medicdoodles]

DRAtchet week 2022 Day 11:Full of Bitterness

(First Day)||(Day 10)||(Day 12)||(Last Day)

Drift found out Ratchet gets caught

Fuck. They gottem. He was distracted by the stupid firing squad here to kill him. He had it under control. Sure, he almost lost an arm. His leg shouldn't have been bent like that, and scrap, his coughing blood. However, that all pales in comparison to being rescued by some Autobots.

Said bots saying that Ratchet sent them over. That they had him in their base. Had offered both of them sanctuary. All in exchange for Ratchet's continued work. When the fuck did that happen.

"Ratchet is making his way here." Reverb or whatever his name was, tells him.

"I'm not going anywhere." Simple. The faster Ratchet is here they faster they can leave. Waiting around and his weak frame is starting to give out. His eyes are harder to keep open, his vents are clogged.

Why does it feel like there's dirt in his cogs?

"Deadlock..." ahh. There's Ratchet's gentle touch. Opening his eyes he sees that wonderful, caring, his Ratchet's face. "Look at you..." and a bright blue light hits his face. He swears he just saw a peak the well.

Or maybe it was the pit. As now all that stares back at him is the bright red Autobot Symbol. "What the fuck." His gears are sticking together.

"Deadlock?"

"What the fuck!" He makes an attempt to grab his hand. "They told me that you were going to help em wit ground bridges." Ratchet takes the hand that missed and uses his other hand to steady himself. "They said you we're going to help."

He can feel his checks flush. "I made this deal to protect you." He's very mean to make a jab at his open wond. "And clearly I made the right decision." No wait, Ratchet is patching him up. "Look at you. What shape would you have if I hadn't."

"So what? Are you gonna go wit teh Autobot?" There he got the worst question out. He may still be bleeding out, and yeah his processor is freezing up, but he has to know.

"That was the deal." His soft, gentle touch, so why wasn't it soothing him like it always does? "Just have to repair some ground bridges for them." He touches the planting and still only anger, betrayal. "They promised just a vorn." He said it so easily, so normal.

"What about me?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What about me?" For the first time since he felt it. He grabs Ratchet's hand to pushes it away from him. "What in your grand plan did ya have for me?"

"I-" why did he want to let go. "I didn't..." one finger unclip.

"If you joined them for me. You should have something. Anything."

Ratchet looks down, he faces away from him. Like always when things get to hard for him he rolls over and let's it happen. "I don't. All that ran through my head was finding help." His voice so soft, scared. This time he can't help him. Ratchet can't keep doing this to him.

"You didn't expect me to follow you?"

"No." He let go. The phantom touch of thier hands stung more than the open wond.

"Did you expect me to stay here? To wait for you to come back?"

"No."

"So you really didn't think about me at all."

"That's not true." Ratchet's reaches out to him. Before he could really think he slaps the arm back towards his side. "Drift..." Ratchet's field blooms in shame. "I just need to make sure that you would get out there alive. If you joined the Autobots or if you ran it didn't matter to me. I just needed a way to make sure you were safe."

And that was their relationship. For a few moments of perfect bliss. Then Ratchet would make some dangerous decisions that Deadlock would have to try to dig them out of. And he's just tired. Maybe they do love each other, it was hard to tell some times. It probably just the wrong time for them, they both need to grow.

The idea of letting him go hurts. Hurts a lot and, Primus he's scared that Ratchet might move on from him. However, he just can't keep fighting anymore.

"I understand..." Ratchet pulls away. When had he patch him up. More importantly when he moves his hand to place over his mouth. Seeing his blood stain both his hands and his mouth. It really makes this final. "For what's it's worth. I really do love you."

One more kiss, a final goodbye. Taking the last moment to remember what he taste like...

The kiss was full of bitterness.

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter Five: Time —❃

series masterlist

Chapter warnings: light cursing, mentions of pregnancy, death, everything that comes with euphoria

Author's note: Is was the first chapter for this book I ever wrote!! As always, italics are flashbacks to moments they had during teotfw that I just didn’t write. Enjoy!!

—❃

“Do you like kids?” Alyssa asked, glancing over at fezco as the two sat together on the beach. They had been sitting on the beach watching the stars at her dads house, one of the more peaceful moments they had together before they got caught. Besides, Alyssa believed the stars always looked more beautiful reflected on the water.

“Hmm?” He hummed, look looking away from the sky as he drew careful patterns with his eyes.

“Kids, ya like em?” She said, sighing as she thought back to her family. Truth is she missed them, as much as she hated to admit it. After finding out she had a hidden brother, Alyssa had been feeling a lot of different emotions. She had thought about kids, and if she would ever want them.

“Depends on the kid. My brother’s pretty chill.” Fezco replied, making Alyssa nod. She knew he missed ashtray, she also knew that seeing a boy around his age probably made him miss him more.

“That's right. I don't think I want kids.”

He looked over at her with furrowed eyebrows when she blurted out the last part.

“Why not ma?” He asked softly, making Alyssa sigh.

“Just more a chance ill fuck them up.” She mumbled, hugging her knees to her chest as fezco shrugged.

“I don't see it that way. You know? It's like, a chance to start new.” He explained, making Alyssa nod. She never thought of it taht way. Truthfully, she didn’t want kids.

“I guess. But kids are a lot of work. My siblings are just whiny babies.” She explained, making Fezco chuckle. “Their heads do smell nice though.”

“Yeah, I guess that's a plus.”

They let a silence pass by, followed by the quiet sounds of waves from the beach. Alyssa looked over at him, watching the starlight shine against his blue eyes. She had rethought a lot of things after meeting fez, she wondered what else might change because of him.

“Would you ever want kids Fez?” She asked gently, making him shrug.

“You know, i haven't really thought of that. I guess i wont know until, until i meet the right moma for my kid.” Ge explained, and she nodded in agreement, hugging her knees closer as she rest her chin against her knee.

“Yeah.” She sighed, letting the air reset her brain as she thought silently. “Fez?”

“Yeah ma?”

“Would you ever want kids with me?” She asked, and Fezco’s face turned a bright red shade. She didn’t know why she asked, she wasn’t sure, but she knew it had something to do with the comfort and safety she felt when she was around him. The warmth he brought.

“Shit ma, maybe we should focus on escaping the police first.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

She took that as a no, that he wouldn't want kids witty her. How could he? She knew any kid she had would just turn out like her. As much as she could try, try to be better than her parents, she'd think it'd be almost like a curse that loomed over their heads. Who would want her as a mom?

—❃

“Fez, we gotta talk.” Alyssa said, urgently running into Fezco’s apartment. He did a double take as she ran in, having been anticipating mouse’s a rival after the police raided his house.

“Lyss, whatchu doin here. I told you to stay home.” He said, having prewarned her not to turn up.

“I know but um, it’s really important.”

Both their head whipped to the door when a loud pounding was heard.

“Open up boy!” Mouse’s voice called from the other end, making Alyssa’s heart drop.

“I swear to god Alyssa you better be tellin me you’re dyin or some shit or I swear to..”

“Im pregnant.” She said, interrupting him. And there he stood x his jaw slightly agape trying to process the words she had just said.

“Huh?”

“Fez! They’re comin in!” Ashtray said, pulling Fezco out of his day dream as he jaw remained open.

“What do we have here? Am I interrupting?” Mouse asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly making Alyssa shudder.

“No, no not at all, scary man.” She said, whispering the last bit to fezco.

“Stay behind me ma.” He said protectively, carefully pushing her behind him.

“No need to hide doll. Come on out.” Mouse tutted, smiling disgustingly at me as I stepped out slightly.

“Hey, she ain’t botherin nobody.” Fezco said protectively, clenching his fists.

“I just want her to step out the shadows, yeah? No need for daddy’s protection is there.” Mouse flicked his fingers for me to come to him as fezco shuddered at his comment.

That one was a little too soon.

“Go to my room ma, just wait for me to…”

“No one’s going nowhere. Now sit.” He patted the spot beside him. “Come on doll, I don’t bite.”

She looked to fezco worriedly, and he nodded at her to let her know he was nearby, with protection.

At Least he used protection this time. What too soon?

“I heard you got raided.” Mouse said, placing a hand on Alyssa’s thigh, making Fez’s fists clenched.

“Yeah. They didn’t find nothin though.” Fezco replied, hoping to get mouse to leave without any problems.

“I’d hope not.”

“We good?”

“I don’t know, are we good doll?” He began running his fingers down my face, making her whole body shiver before she heard Ashtray yell loudly.

“Take one move closer and I swear to god I’ll smash your fucking head off!” Ashtray shouted,before finally deciding to smash him over the head, and also smash off Custers nose making Custer scream in pain. And suddenly I was there again. I’m the house, and by the look in his eyes, so was Fez. We both looked at each other knowingly before back at Ashtray pleadingly.

“Yo, bro, what the fuck!” He said, tan his hands down his head before looking at Alyssa who had the same look on her face. “What the fuck is goin on in this house!?” He shook his head, looking at the scene before him. Me in shock, pregnant with his baby, ashtray in shock, having just committed murder, Custer screaming in pain from his nose being smashed off, and mouse dead.

“Yo, what the fuck.”

[xbalayage]

could I request “i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and …” from the prompt list with silvio?

Silvio/Reader [His POV] Fluff WC: 968 A/N: This is a sequel to another fic I wrote called Bastard. I suggest reading that one first before this one. :)

I had returned home to Benitoite; I did what I needed to do for the old fart and didn't have anythin' much to report on. Truth be told, I saw and heard a couple things: like that woman definitely being Belle and the previous King was dead or I had finally found Valerio after all these years - but I hate the man enough to not tell him any of it. He can get his own hands dirty and figure that shit out. I'm not his damn dog. And of course he wasn't happy about it.

But it's been a month now, and I don't even get why I've been countin' down the days since I last saw you. I didn't even understand why that bothered me so much. I tried biding my time with my usual pleasures; but just like before, it never quenched the internal longing I kept feelin'. I'd drink alcohol like it was water, I'd chug water till the very last drop, spent time with any ol' woman or lady who'd bend over backwards for my time and attention. I'd rain them with my vast amount of wealth and they'd wag their tails happily, wantin' nothing more than to warm my bed at night.

It was never enough, I felt sick to my stomach and repulsed. I could never take enough showers to wipe their filthy marks from my body, never lettin' them stay past the night either. And fucking try as I might, my mind was still on you.

Ugh, I hate her. I hate her, with her voice, and her perfect hair, and her deep eyes, and ... shit, just get out of my head! You weren't even here and you were annoying the crap out of me! But -- is that what it was? I took a good long look in the mirror, I had a talk with my inner self and I realized something. This was fucking stupid.

I packed my shit and hopped onto one of my ships and set sail back to Rhodolite. I knew where you'd be, I'd bet my entire fortune on it. It took a while but the second my eyes set sight on the land known for their roses, my heart started to pick up in pace. Why's my stupid heart racin' the closer I get to seeing you? What I'm feelin' couldn't possibly ... no, it can't be. While in town, I decided to spend some money into the Rhodolite economy and buy roses. I wanted to buy more but my heart stopped the second I saw you from the corner of my eye. Finally, there you were.

And it's almost like you noticed me too, because those deep eyes met mine; ah shit, why's my face burning up and my hands gettin' all clammy now!? I couldn't find it in me to move, but you made that decision for me as your bright smile raced over until you were right in front of me. You... were right in front of me.

"Hello, Prince Silvio! What're you doing here in Rhodolite?" your voice was as sweet as I kept imagining it for a month straight. But before I could respond, you noticed the bouquet of roses in my hands. "What are the roses for?" Ah, I couldn't say they were for you. How would that make me look?

"It's not like I thought about ya or anythin', don't be gettin' the wrong idea. I just happened to have these with me when I ran into you. And I don't need them anymore. Here." I was quick to push them into your arms so you couldn't say no. They weren't gems or anything, this was the best I could get last minute and they were freshly picked. I couldn't comprehend how your eyes began to shine at the sight of them; I offered an easy smile. I missed you smiling at me like that. "Take care of 'em, will ya?"

"They're so beautiful! But why are you giving these to me?" Damn it, don't make me say it while lookin' at me all doe-eyed! Just when I thought I had the heat on my cheeks under control too. You're just too adorable, huh?

"Like I said, I just had 'em and it was just luck that you showed up. So I thought they'd do better with you than with me. Plus they suit ya, I'm not much of a roses guy. And--" I gave pause, just staring at you for a second, trying to find the words I wanted to say next. I closed my eyes to gather the courage. "I'm sorry, a'right? About.. before. I didn't mean it, and I wasn't tryna make you upset."

You looked at me dumbfounded like that was the last thing you expected to leave my mouth. I can't say I blame ya, I was outta line. I just want ya to forgive me, I don't think I could take another month not being around you. And as if you were reading my mind, you responded with that sickly sweet smile. "I didn't think you remembered or that it even mattered. I didn't expect that of you," you paused to smell the roses before continuing, "I accept your apology, Prince Silvio."

I smiled, genuinely smiled. You've got me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? "So, what do you say 'bout me takin' you out? I'm not in town for long, how about it?"

This heart racing feeling must've meant something because it never stopped the moment I was with you. It persisted the entire time too. My heart felt lighter however, my throat didn't feel as painful anymore too. Heh, is this what love felt like? I wouldn't question it for now - just being able to see ya again was enough.

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[obsidiancreates]

Icewild (Part 3)

"Hey man. Yer butt flap is down."

"What?!" Taishen reaches back to feel, his golden scales turning bright molten orange as he blushes. "So indecent! Thank you for telling me! Would you like me to check your backside?"

"Nah, if mines down its just a nice fuckin' view." Gideon chuckles deeply and puffs his cigar. "Not to brag or anythin'."

"Well... alright." Taishen peeks anyway, because even if Damien ashamed there are possibly still ghosts down here who might not want to see any bare behinds. Gideon is buttoned up fine, though the overalls are clearly too small for him. Taishen would feel bad for him about that if the man's regular clothes seemed like they fit, but they also seemed a bit small.

Maybe he does that on purpose. Why he would, Taishen doesn't know. It seems very uncomfortable.

"Well, uh, let''s see. I've never really handled plumbing before..."

"Then why the hell'd you offer to check it out?"

"Well, I figured if it's just frozen I could melt it." Taishen produces a gorgeous flame in his palm, a delicate and refined dancing flame that, though it may be the same as what he uses in battle, is more settled in this peaceful context.

"Oh-ho yeah. I can help with that." Gideon grins, his beard sparking and crackling like the beginnings of a wildfire. Taishen's flame is reflected in Gideon's eyes, but the reflection seems wilder, raging, all-consuming.

"Um... well." Taishen holds his hand out in front of him to light their way. "How-how did you unlock your powers, then?"

"Fuckin' born with 'em, man."

"Oh! You didn't have an grand adventures, or... meetings with great beings?"

"I mean... my Pa was a pretty great guy."

"Oh! So you get if from him?"

"Nah, Pa was human."

"... I'm not sure we're getting anywhere with this."

"Well, why're ya askin'? Weren't you born with yours?"

"Not exactly. My niece went missing, and while searching for her I met a great ancient dragon, who awoke the powers within me."

"... Pretty fuckin' cool backstory." Gideon nods. "Hey, quick question. Does your niece bite you?"

"Not since she was a baby, I raised her not to do such things!"

"Wait, you raised her?"

"Well, yes-"

"Geez, man, you outta talk with Gricko later! Couple a single dads, he'd fuckin' love that. Unless you're not single, then maybe it wouldn't be as fun for 'im."

"Well, I am single, but I don't see how that matters."

"Matters 'cause he is too."

"I don't know if we'll really have much to talk about anyway. His... daughter, seems... seem to be a different situation."

"How?"

"Well... she's an owlbear."

"And? All kinds of different fuckin' people in the world, man."

"No, that's not what I meant-"

"Guess I found out why you're single."

"I- well it's mostly because I'm exploring the world and trying not to freeze to death-"

"And how do you keep warm to not freeze to death? Having some fun, if you know what I mean, heh-heh." Gideon elbows Taishen, knocking him into the wall of the waterways by accident. Taishen gives a little shout and rights himself, used to such things from Barnabos but still caught off guards thanks to the current subject matter.

"It's really just not the time or place for that kind of thing!" Taishen gestures around them. "My life recently has been very much a life-or-death situation!"

"And?"

"And-! And so it's just not the time for that sort of thing!"

"... We're on different fuckin' pages, man. I sleep with people in the middle of major situations all the fuckin' time."

"And that's very disturbing to know, please do not tell me these things!" Taishen prays they're close to the opening to the cave. "I spent years raising my niece, and now I'm trying to survive long enough to get back to her!"

"Alright, alright, I get it." They walk in silence for a little while.

"... But just so you know, ladies love the fire tricks." Gideon takes a swig from his flask, swishes it around, tilts his head up, and spits out a fountain of fire! The whole corridor lights up, and Taishen shouts as he ducks out of the way.

"Goodness!"

"Fuckin' cool, right?" Gideon hands the flask over. "Try it, man! Just light it in your mouth and spit it real quick!"

"Spitting it seems a little gross."

"It's fire. Fire can't be dirty."

"Well, that does make sense..."

"Yeah, man!"

"Should you step out of the way? Can you be burned?"

"Eh, barely."

"Alright then..."

Taishen takes a tentative drink.

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Queenie sits on Jornir's shoulder. "Why're we watchin' this guy again?"

Torbek, but a few feet away, sits chewing on a rock. Frost uses his mind hand to remove the rock, and Torbek makes a sad noise. Frost gives Torbek a piece of soft wood, which Torbek also begins to gnaw on.

"His state... concerns me."

"Ha, no shit." Skrimm sits nearby, swirling a bottle of brandy. "That guy's life seems fucked, and that's comin' from me." He takes a big drink.

"Skrimm, didn't you say you can do that thing where you look in souls or somethin'?" Queenie sighs, leaning against Jornir's head. "I don't think he's very malicious."

"Oh, look at that! Finally someone asks about my powers!" Skrimm looks at Torbek. "I'll try it, but if I had to bet I'd bet all I'll get is sad."

Skrimm focuses on Torbek and, like how he can summon the Brutal Blade with the mere flick of a wrist, flicks something in his mind or soul to see in Torbek's.

After a moment Skrimm hears, whispered in the back of his mind and drifting to the forefront, the word content.

"He's just relaxing." Skrimm shrugs, leaning back again. "He's content. Guess the guy has some pretty low standards." Skrimm takes another drink of his cheap brandy and a bite of some definitely-gone-off cheese.

Jornir eyes Skrimm, but doesn't say anything.

Queenie hops off of Jornir's back. "Well in that case, I'm gonna go make him feel a little more welcome. Jornir's been glarin' at him all day."

"I am not glaring. I am just... looking."

"You've been glarin', Jornir, ya wear you're heart on your sleeve sometimes."

"... I do?" Jornir looks at Skrimm, who makes an exaggerated face of confusion and shrugs.

Queenie hops away without another word, right up to Torbek. Torbek startles a little when she does.

"Ah! Did Torbek do something wrong?! Torbek is only chewing on what Frost says he can chew on!"

"Why're you chewin' on anythin', honey?"

"Mmmm, Torbek is bored."

"So yer chewin' on rocks?"

"Torbek chews on rocks often."

"Well, how about we find you a game or somethin' instead, how's that sound?"

Torbek lights right up! "Torbek loves games! He helped Mr. Kremy rig them all the time!"

"Torbek!" Kremy hisses.

"He did though, Kremy," Gricko chimes in.

"We're not talkin' about the carnival with folks who didn't work the carnival!"

"Sorry, Mr. Kremy." Torbek shrinks down a bit.

"Hey, don't you be snappin' at him!" Queenie snaps back.

"Excuse you, he's my em- I mean, my friend!"

"Oooooh, Torbek doesn't want more fighting!" Torbek covers his ears. "Torbek wants to play that game, pleaseeee, Torbek will never ask for anything else!"

"Alright, alright." Queenie glares ar Kremy again while she takes Torbek's hand and leads him away. "There's some snow just over there at the edge of the clearin', you ever made a snow angel before?"

"Noooo."

"Well neither have I, but I heard they're real fun so let's try it out."

Queenie and Torbek head off, and Kremy keeps an eye on them until they're out of sight. "Gotta bad feelin' about that, fellas."

"Oh, what's the worst that could happen, Kremy?" Gricko says. "In fact, Hootsie! Why don't we go join them, ah, ah? Alright let's go!" Gricko and Hootsie race off.

"It seems like a bad idea to me as vell."

Kremy and Frost both scream and jump up, Frost's fur standing on end and Kremy's shadow wiggling like a snake in a trap.

"I am Ketrothstein, but ah, you may call me Ket." He nods at them. "And I am also stuck in this vorld vhere I do not belong, as I have heard you are, and I thinkve should vork together to all return to our homes."

[opheliajupiter99]

The Shadow Man (OUAW Horror Fanfic)

*The edges of the faded parchment of a missing poster flickered in a soft breeze, nailed into a post in the neon-tinged streets of Agwe, most walking past it without a second thought. The poster held the sketched image of a small Tabaxi boy, the writing beneath it detailing the boy to be of only six years of age, gone missing near the Magnolia Promenade, after his mother only briefly lost track of him while busy at the market*

*Soon, a pair of man walked past, standing close to each other as they glanced around the city. They were Kremy Lecroux and Gideon Coal; they had managed, by some twist of fate, to escape the Feywild with their lives, and while they did not fulfill their originally assigned quest, they escaped with enough treasures to pay off their debt. The plan was still to reopen the Carnivale, but Kremy, having reevaluated his past dirty deeds, deciding to take a year to relax, just himself and Gideon, to try and figure things out first*

*As they passed the post, Gideon's gaze caught sight of the poster, and stopped in his walk, nudging Kremy, who also turned to look at it* "Poor boy." *Gideon said softly, walking over towards the post to get a better look at the picture. He still couldn't really read, but he tried to memorize what the boy looked like, just in case* "Hmph." *Kremy said, thinking as he looked at the details* "The Promenade? That's odd...that's where the rich folk live, guards usually pay attention down there." *He thinks for another moment, then scowls* "Unless somebody pays em off, anyways..."

*A somber silence fell between the two of them at the thought. Gideon huffed* "Well...I wanna look around there, just in case, a'ight?" *Kremy nods* "Of course, Gid." *They did precisely that, walking down the cracked and faded streets that slowly dipped into the pristine, sparkling streets of the noble families of Agwe. They walked a bit, trying to figure out the spot closet to the market mentioned on the poster, looking up and down to try and find...well, anything really*

*Suddenly, they froze in their tracks at a sudden sound. It was a meow, fairly loud, the way a kitten might cry out when it's lost its mother, but it didn't quite sound like a normal cat either. They both whipped around towards the noise, and saw the tail end, quite literally, of what looked indeed like a young Tabaxi running past some neatly trimmed hedges and out of sight*

"Hey, kid! Wait!" *Kremy shouted, running off towards the child; he didn't want to spook them, but he swore to the Baron, even with that brief glance he could feel in his gut that was him. Gideon was about to run after as well, but he saw something yellow out of the corner of his eye, and for just a brief moment, for one of the few times in his life, he felt cold. He stopped, looking around, not sure what to do with the feeling, as fleeting as it was*

*Then he felt something tug at his left chain, not hard, but enough to make it lift up a bit before falling back to his side with a metallic jangle. He looked to his left, and saw standing there, a young Gatorfolk girl, in a bright yellow dress tied cutely with a bow around her waist, matching shoes, and a matching, wide brimmed flower hat, that she had to raise her head fully to look past and up towards him*

*They stood there, staring at each other in silence for a few moments. She looked normal, but he still felt cold - which perhaps if he wasn't a Fire Genasi wouldn't have put him off quite so much - and her expression seemed so oddly somber* "...Sweetie, a-are you okay?" *He began, still a bit unsettling but didn't want to show it when she was already upset* "I don't think it's safe to be around these parts right now. If ya need some help, I-"

*He was interrupted by Kremy returning, walking back up to him with a haunted look of his own, turning to face him* "What is it?" *Kremy was silent for a moment, fiddling with his clawed fingers* "I...I-I dunno. I tried to follow after that kid, at least ask him what he might've seen but..." *Even with trying to be more open, he was still hesitant to be open in these kinds of situations. What was he supposed to tell Gid, anyways? That he couldn't find the kid that should've been right ahead of him and got a weird feeling? The kid probably just ran a different direction, that's all..*

*He thought this, until he noticed Gideon looked similarly unsettled* "What's wrong, Gid?" *He stood there frozen for a moment, before he slowly looked towards his left side once more. The girl was gone. Of course, she could've indeed just run off, but...he couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. And while he might've not believed his own hunch on the matter, he certainly believed Kremy's. He looked back to Kremy, and two stared at each other in silence*

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU [continued]

Emerald Pine sighed as she noticed that her scroll was ringing. Who could it be at this time of... oh. Qrow. Hopefully he wasn't drunk again... Picking up rather hesitantly, she could hear his voice on the other side. He didn't sound drunk, weirdly enough. He just sounded... panicked. "Hey, Em? Y'know ya said I could always come lay low at your place if I needed to? Well... we need to." "... we?" "Yeah, we. I'll tell ya when I get there? Bit busy trying to keep the kid alive right now." "... kid? Qrow, did you kidnap a child?" "S'not that simple... you'll see. Besides, ain't your nephew there? Maybe he could use a friend..." There was a desperate hint of hysteria in his tone, as though whatever it was that had happened had well and truly upended Qrow's world view. "This child you found, they're not dangerous, right? And where are their parents?" "As said, tell ya when I get there." Qrow muttered something too low to be easily picked up through the scroll and the connection cut. Em sighed as Qrow rang off. Well then, that was obviously as much information as she'd get out of him... she didn't even know if the kid in question was a boy or a girl. Oscar came through into the room, looking curious. "Who was that, auntie Em?" "Oh, just an old friend, he's bringing someone to stay with us for awhile. Mind sharing a room for a week or two?" "Huh? Who're they bringing?" "I don't know, Oscar. All they said was that they're a kid. Qrow's a huntsman, though, so whatever it is can't be that dangerous?" "A huntsman? A real one? Here?" Oscar sounded excited 'Can I meet him? Can I ask him stuff? What's he like?" "Qrow is... Qrow. Hard to describe, really. No idea who trusted him with a child, but I might need to have words with them, too." Qrow breathed a sigh of abject relief as he came to the door of the farm. The bundle in his arms hadn't moved once since that terrifying moment he'd first found him. He was breathing, but he was so frightfully still in his arms, pale skin even paler than normal, moonlit hair half burned off. Em came out to meet them, glancing with concern at the boy in Qrow's arms before her eyes widened slightly. Looking back up into Qrow's face, all he could do was nod as he lay them down on the sofa. Their clothing was mostly rag, bits of it seemed to have flaked off in some terrible heat, but the boy himself seemed untouched. Em wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell of blood and burnt hair, but tucked an old blanket around him anyway, Qrow tucking something familiar beneath it, wrapping one tiny hand around the hilt. The boy wasn't very old. Ten, maybe? It was a bit hard to tell, but he was definitely younger and smaller than her nephew. This was all absolutely impossible, of course. She'd wake up from this at some point, but for now... "Qrow?" She bit out. "Explain. Is that... what happened to them?" "Magic bullshit, Em. I don't have anything better. Maybe he will when he wakes?" Oz moaned as he came to, the light bright against his eyes. He groped for glasses that he couldn't find and winced. He tried to ascertain if there was anyone else, if he'd become just a voice in their head but was met with silence. A slightly sleepy murmur that he knew to be Ozymandias, but beyond that, nothing. So, this was likely still his body, then. "Where am I? Qrow? What happened. What happened to my students, to Beacon, to..." "It's okay, Oz. You're alright, you're safe for now." "Maybe but... everybody else? This feels odd, it's still me but everything seems far bigger than I think it ought to. If I died, I don't understand how I'm still here." He raised a hand in emphasis, blinking at just how small it looked. "... Qrow? How old would you say I am? Physically, at least? Because on one hand I am so incredibly glad that my curse has not claimed someone else, but on the other, I sincerely doubt that this was Miss Fall's intention."

[askcmcarscrew]

Chapter 4: Chores

Morning in Radiator Spring and both Sarge and Fillmore are up and going through their usual morning engagements.

“ Will you turn that disrespectful junk off!”

Sarge shouted over the fence into Fillmore’s yard as he heard Hendrix playing.

“Respect the classics man. It’s Hendrix!”

Do to habit Applebloom's up bright and early Sarge was a bit surprised by that it's usually him and Fillmore that are the early birds while everyone else are still asleep.

“Yoo- wee! Alright everypony let's get to bu-”

Applebloom stopped mid-sentence just remembering that she’s not home at the farm signing she stepped outside. Sarge watched as she plopped herself on top the fence. Seeing the look in her eyes Sarge walked up putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Applebloom? Are you alright?”

At first she just gives him a look of sadness sniffling a little before speaking

“I-I miss home. Ma family ma farm. Sniff I miss em. I know we’ve only been here for a short time now. But it's normally at this time that I've got ma usually chores ta do. I know it sounds ridiculous but… sniff it's just another reminder that I ain't home. And… and sob I just don't know what to do.”

She bringing hands up to her face she started crying

Never being in this kind of situation before Sarge did something completely out of character. He picks up Applebloom and held her close giving her a comforting hug while gently rubbing soothing circles on her back. Applebloom just held on to him crying into his shoulder while Sarge held her close giving her the chance to let it all out. It took a while until Applebloom had finally stopped crying still sniffling a little, still thinking about what to do an idea popped into his head.

Seeing as how the problem here is her not having her normal chores that she has back on her farm. Then maybe having her helping me with my chores will cheer her up enough where she's not crying every morning she wakes up. The kid’s really missing her home right now. She taking this so much harder than the other two are. And I don't blame her if I was ever this far away from home it be tearing me up inside too.

After thinking it through Sarge decides it's the perfect idea.

“ Hey Applebloom.”

Sniff

“ Y-Ya.”

“ You know I've got quite a few chores here myself to do. You can help me out if you want.”

Applebloom paused thinking about it for a moment. Maybe helping him out with his chores might help her feel a little more at home while being in this new world.

Sniff

“OK”

Sarge sets her down on the ground giving something even more out of character a small and gentle smile and they both head inside to get started on the chores. It took a few hours of working on the chores until they finished all of them. The first thing they had to do was clean up all of the materials on the shelves which took an hour or so to do. Then they had to sweep up the whole store floor, and mop clean the windows, vacuum the rooms and make up the beds which took another hour or so to do. After finishing up they’re now heading over Flo’s place to get breakfast.

“Howdy everyone!”

Applebloom greets everyone as she and Sarge walk inside.

“Hi Applebloom! Hi Sarge!”

Everyone inside greets the two. Sarge takes his usual seat next to Fillmore while Applebloom takes her seat next to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.

“Alright Sarge spill.”

Fillmore suddenly turns to Sarge with a smirk on his face

“Excuse me?”

Sarge gives him a confused look.

“ Come man you know exactly what I mean.”

Fillmore nods his head in Applebloom’s direction. Looking over to Applebloom than Fillmore and then back to Applebloom again. Heat rises in his cheeks realizing what Fillmore is implying

“It ain’t nothing like that Fillmore alright. I’m just looking after her until they get back home. Ain’t nothing more than that.”

“Alright if you say so...So what do you think it’ll be like having a daughter?”

Sarge immediately shoots him a warning glare and Fillmore shuts his mouth.

[byanyan]

@pareidolah sent:ㅤ“Woah! I didn’t see you there!” luffy too, bc if they’re both out at night, it means trouble

late night wanderingsㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤㅤ" yeah, no shit. "ㅤconsidering the fact that he'd come this close to walking straight into them, and is now standing way too close while he recovers from the apparent shock, it's pretty damn easy to tell he hadn't seen them. how, they don't know — they're as bright as ever tonight, fitted in vibrant pinks and purples and blues with about fifteen even more colourful clips adorning their hair. dude must've been lost somewhere in that empty head of his to miss them.

ㅤㅤ" christ. your brothers let you wander around at this time'a night without supervision? "ㅤscoffing, byan shoves luffy away a little harder than necessary and pulls the strap of the bag that slipped in the abruptness of the near-collision from their elbow back up to their shoulder.

ㅤㅤ" —actually... "ㅤa thought seems to occur to them in the next second, something thoughtful and a bit mischievous entering their eyes as they perk up and look the other over.ㅤ" good timin', could use another set'a hands. c'mon. "

without wasting another moment, they grab for their friend's arm and begin dragging him along behind them, not a single thought spared toward whether or not he might have plans of his own right about now. if he does, it's probably not as fun or important as what they could use him for.

ㅤㅤ" gonna humiliate a few dudes 'n i'd love t' get some video footage of it to post online, "ㅤthey explain, yanking luffy down the street none too gently and flashing a wicked grin over their shoulder.ㅤ" really add some insult to injury, y'know? s'bad enough for these kindsa guys t' get their asses handed to 'em by someone in a skirt 'n makeup, so they absolutely lose their fuckin' minds when there's evidence of it online for everyone to see. ���you got your phone on ya, right? 'cause i definitely don't trust you with mine. screen's cracked enough as it is. "

[blueheartedmayor]

Damien closed his laptop and pushed it back with a sigh. Online conferences were easier than in-person things to organise, sure, but they were even more tiring to take part in. All he'd need to do now was tidy up and go home.

"Good job!" A voice made him jump in fright. There, sitting on the couch with Barnum on his head like a quirky hat, was Wilford. "Whoa, whoa, sorry! I thought ya saw me!"

"No, I... I don't know how I manage to miss such a ridiculous sight." At last, Damien's tired mind registered what he was looking at as he let out a bright laugh. This was a success in Wilford's books, and Barnum was now allowed to switch jobs from hat to teddybear. "To what do I have the pleasure this evening?"

"Weelll, I'm here on a job, actually. I heard there was a chance ta share some opinions on yer love life. I've been playin' matchmaker with everyone I know (except Dante. He slammed a door in my face) an' ya know what I realised? Y've been cooped up fer too long! Most of 'em don't know who ya are!"

"Not everyone has to run a city, Wilford -"

"I know, but not everyone's stuck livin' nothing but their job. This is a crisis is ya ask me. So I got ta thinkin'. Ya need one of two options." Wilford stood up, and a chart board materialised. "Either: someone who ya can chill out an' take it easy with; or someone who can pull ya out an' have fun. Why do ya deny even throwin' yer ring into the hat?" The topic was draining the recently obtained joy out of Damien. He withdrew slightly. This wasn't a question to answer right now.

"Alright, fine... Who are you considering?"

"Well, I can't turn 'round an' suggest any of yer lawyery/politicsy friends 'cause I've barely seen ya talk ta them," huffed Wilford, "Which means I gotta go by my own list of people that I know from work!" Once more, the handy-dandy photo album was whipped out. "I dunno what yer stance on folks that aren't human are, but Bing might be up yer alley. He's got a bit of an odd streak, but there's always some fun there. Otherwise, Chase might be fun. He's had a bit of a rough time, but I think a slow relationship could work there too. At th' very least, ya could be friends."

A hint of a smile appeared on the Mayor's face. "Here I thought you were going to suggest yourself."

"Who, me? Naaah. Yer a great man, Damien, but I feel like yer more a brother ta me." He meant it too. There was a resounding sense of 'he deserves better' that he couldn't shake. "Oh! There's also a cute actor who loves wearing red. I've heard he has fun dates. Jim would be cute! They're not all wild an' wacky, an' Jim is one of the quieter ones." Which one was that? Wilford would never clarify. "Oh, not ta men-"

"This is a lot of people. Are you sure any of them would even like me? I'm not exactly the most approachable."

"-tion... Hey. Don't start that." Wilford walked toward the desk so he could lean across it and poke Damien's left cheek. "Yer unapproachable 'cause ya put yer job above yer life. In moments like this... Yer real nice, friendly, carin', sweet. Y'd be a great boyfriend ta have, but ya just gotta let yerself see it. C'mon, we'll leave this talk fer another day, yeah?"