#im one awkward potato

[vrystalius]

Hey babess, i have quite the heartwarming request.

So imagine that wife reader is heavily and her water randomly breaks so ofc she gives birth with the help of shinobu(i love her so much) and other midwives ofc. So how would the hashias react during the late stages of pregnancy and birth??

Hear me outtt, what if preg reader was pregnant with twins(im a big family girl lol, i had to let that out). Stuff stuff

Hashira’s reactions during your pregnancy

You’re heavily pregnant. How will your husband react?

Note: I didn’t include the gender and names of the babies, so you can choose the genders and names yourself!

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader

Includes: Food cravings, mood swings, sickness, talking to the baby, birth and a little bonus scenario in the end (different for every hashira)

Words: 5.1k, enjoy!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Food cravings

What? You want to eat ohagi again? Sure it’s Sanemi’s favourite food, but you’ve insisted on eating ohagi for every day the past week. The baby needs some vegetables, fruits, vitamins and whatever else. Just anything but ohagi!

He couldn’t even watch when you proceeded to devour sweet potatoes with a chocolate sauce. The worst part is that Sanemi is the main chef of this household and was forced to cook all kinds of monstrosities for you during your pregnancy. But he never said a word about it and just silently judged you for even asking him to bake a whole fish just so you can covered it in sliced fruits and chocolate sauce.

“Are ya sure you’re not poisoning our baby? Are ya really, really sure?”

Sometimes, Sanemi’ll try to sneak in healthy foods into your diet like one would to with a toddler. He’d chop the vegetables as small as possible and try to feed them to you in bits by bits by incorporating them into your favourite foods. You weirdly enough never noticed how your ohagis began to taste like carrots more and more.

“What? No. I’m making them like always. I.. just used the same knife for both carrots and the beans of the ohagi… Whatcha looking at me like that for??”

Mood swings

It’s very confusing to Sanemi how you can be happily munching on your snacks in one moment and then began crying about a dog wandering the streets, thinking someone abandoned him. He’s putting up with it, though. He’d would take you into his arms and try to explain to you that no, that dog is not living on the street and that it belongs to the nice old lady that lives just down the street. He gets a little nervous every time you get emotional when standing in the nursery and inspect all the prepared toys and clothes. Why are you crying so hard? Do you not want a baby? Or are you just this excited to have one?

He doesn’t get your mood swings but’ll try his best to give you reassurance and support. Even though Sanemi’ll be a little awkward and just hover around you in fear of triggering another random emotion in you.

“Hey, darling… how about we move to the bedroom? The nursey is makin’ ya emotional. You’re gonna loose control over ya bladder and I’m gonna be forced to clean after ya. Again.”

But most of the time, Sanemi’ll get soft when you get emotional over the baby stuff like this. Sometimes, he’ll sneak into the nursery during the nights he can’t sleep and rumage all the baby’s things. Sanemi would look through all the neatly folded baby clothes Giyu send over and the toys Tengen’s wives made themselves for the baby. He can’t help but get a little teary-eyed himself, leaning against the crib and looking down at the soft mattress below. He just can’t want to have a little baby in there.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that! A-And ‘m not cryin’, I-I’m just checkin’ on the crib. Y’know, if it looks stable and shit. It gotta handle our fatass baby.”

Talking to the baby

Sanemi loves to lay his head against your stomach and just listen to the baby’s heart beat. His hand would gently caress your stomach while mumbling against your skin.

“Whatcha doing in there, hm? Why are you kicking your mommy? You’re hurting her, y’know.”

It’s a weird sight, seeing a strong man like him baby talking to your stomach while having his cheek pressed up against your belly. He’d take at least one hour in his day just to talk to your baby and tell it aaaalll about your and his day.

“Your mom threw up onto our new carpet and that’s your fault, you know that, right? I’m gonna kick your ass for it one day. Maybe when you become a shitbag in your teenage years.”

Sickness

“In both sickness and in health,” and Sanemi meant that wholeheartedly after speaking those words out loud during your wedding. Even if that means sitting beside you in the middle of the night, holding your hair and patting your back while you throw your guts up. He’s sleepy, he’s tired, but he won’t return to back without you. If Sanemi has to, he’ll cook up some tea or soup for you to calm your stomach. He’d even break Shinobu’s door down for some herbs or medicine if it means making you feel better and cuddling you back to sleep with no worries.

“You’re okay, I’m here. Don’t hold back.”

If you’re throwing up for a while, Sanemi might fall asleep in the hunched over position while holding your hair behind your head, his hand still firmly resting on your shoulder in quiet support. He jumps back awake when you throw up violently again.

“Ugh, you good? Told you seaweed n’ cherries don’t go together…”

Birth

Sanemi wanted to complete one last mission before retiring for good. He noticed how his muscles were starting to soften up and the callouses in his hands began to disappear. Just one last mission, then he’ll become a full-time dad! He promised you it’ll be for just three nights and that Shinobu will be looking out for you while he’s gone. You two can talk about preparations, body changes and whatever you two always talk about.

He was close to tracking this scum demon down when he received a message from his crow about you going into labour. Sanemi wanted to go on a mission one time, just one time! Can’t you hold the baby in or something until he comes home? He knows that he has to behead this demon before coming home. That thing already did enough harm and he didn’t want to retire on a bad note by ditching his final mission. So, Sanemi proceeded to chase the demon down while steaming in anger. He wanted to go on a mission just ONE last time, damnit!!

“COME BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! MY WIFE’S GIVIN’ BIRTH, WHILE I’M CHASING YOUR SORRY ASS!!”

Shinobu helped you through the whole process of giving birth. The contractions and labour lasted for almost half a day, and you managed to almost broke two of the three butterfly girl’s hand in an attempt to release some pain. You were supposed to hold Sanemi’s hand and almost break his bones while giving birth, not theirs! Shinobu kept reassuring you that Sanemi surely is already on his way! Surely. She had her soft smile on her face the whole time while you pushed and screamed through the pain, reassuring you and offering all kinds of ways to relieve pain during the whole process.

After Sanemi returned from his missions, he was staring at two babies in your arms. His eyes darted back in forth from the one to another. The baby on your left had beautiful white hair and was squirming around a lot, grabbing your robes and was seemingly already complaining about the lack of feeding you’re doing. The other baby had darker hair and was much calmer. It was asleep, resting against your chest.

His heart shattered in a million pieces after processing what just happened. In a good way, that is. He never commented on it, but Sanemi did notice that you were a little bigger for being pregnant with only one baby. He just brushed it off as being a bit bloated or the baby being really big, but never that it were two babies that were hogging all the food you were devouring. Sanemi was bawling his eyes out while holding both of his babies in his arms for the first time. They’re so tiny, so cute and chubby! How could anyone not love them? He was barely able to speak while trying to express how much he loves you and is so glad that you and the babies are fine. This is everything he had ever hoped for: a perfect wive, a family home and two kids. If only his other siblings were here to celebrate this moment with him. Perhaps he’ll allow Genya to visit every now and then.

“I-I- *hic* W-We need an-another- *hic* … the crib’s not b-big enough- f-for- *hic* gah, f-fuck!! *hic*

Bonus: A tight crib

You noticed how Sanemi insisted on putting the babies back to sleep every time they woke up during the night for anything. You usually fall back asleep and wake up in the mornings back in his arms, but tonight, you wanted to wait until he returns to bed to cuddle him. After the babies quieted down and your husband didn’t return, you dragged yourself out of bed and stepped into the nursery, only to find Sanemi laying inside the cramped crib, having the baby lay on one side and the other on the other. He was laying in an extremely uncomfortable position, with hid neck bend at an awkward angle and him laying in the crib with his legs dangling out over the edge. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, seeing your husband scarfing his own comfort for his babies.

“Nemi?…”

Your whispering made his eyes flutter open. His face contorting into a tired scowl.

“It’s the only way to put ‘em to sleep, not my fault they like me so much.”

Now, are the babies attached to their papa, or is Sanemi being very attached to them?

Kyojuro Rengoku

Food cravings

Whatever you’d like to eat, he’ll provide! Sometimes, if the combinations you come up with sound appetising enough, Kyojuro’ll even try some the foods alongside you! He will not judge you for craving weird foods during your pregnancies, but he is a little worried about your choices. You need to make sure that you eat enough nutrients for you and the baby! Kyojuro’ll try his best to cook up something nice for you, but he ends up buying take-out and feeding that to you instead. He’s scared he might burn something or accidentally poison you, so he’d rather leave food up to the chefs.

“I brought some tempura, some soup dumplings, ramen, udon noodles, mushed and baked sweet and regular potatoes. Oh! And some dessert… Mochi, dango and a slice of cake! Everything you ordered, my flame!”

Shinjuro, after finding out about your pregnancy, would offer to cook for you sometime. He used to make meals for Ruka while she was pregnant, so he thought he might make himself useful and help out. Kyojuro’s father actually vowed to stop with the drinking to make sure his grandkid doesn’t grow up around a drunk grandpa, so this is a first nice step for him. Besides, he feels guilty for being so terrible to Senjuro and Kyojuro.

His meals are surprisingly very well made and tasty. They soothe your nausea, lessen the swelling in the feet and help a lot with your headaches.

“Father, I never knew you could cook this good!” “Shut up and eat your plate.”

Mood swings

Kyojuro feels like he’s causing your mood swings sometimes. He feels guilty when you start crying over little things, like how your favourite tree is starting to change colours in the leaves, or just how much you missed your husband after him leaving for half an hour to get you dinner. He’s used to comforting Senjuro while the two grew up together, so he might know a thing about holding someone. Kyojuro would pull you closer and place lots of kisses on your head and top of your head, rubbing your shoulder with his warm hands. His warmth is very comforting to you, making you calm down a little.

“Are you feeling unwell? What made you so upset, love?”

He’ll try to cheer you up by talking about baby names. In his family, most of the names sound similar and end with an “juro”. Shinjuro, Senjuro, Kyojuro… how about Tojuro? Sounds nice, doesn’t it!? Or how about Kijuro? Or how about you combine your first letters with Juro? That sounds very fitting! And see, your tears are already gone!

“I’m not sure if we should think about girl’s names, my love! My family birthed sons for generations now! But we can write some down if you like, just in case.”

Sickness

Seeing you sick makes Kyojuro nervous, but he’ll stay beside you during your morning sicknesses and nausea. You kind of remind him of his mother, back when she was in the late stages of her sickness, that’s why he gets a little jumpy when you hunch over the toilet snd wretch your guts out. He’ll hold your hair and gently caress your back, silently hovering beside you.

To make sure you don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night to throw up, Kyojuro equipped your nightstand with a bowl you can throw up into anytime you felt nausea hitting you.

“I’ll make some tea for you once you get nauseous again, okay? My mother’s recipe.”

Talking to the baby

Kyojuro loves to talk to your stomach as if the baby is already out and able to talk back. He’d sit beside you in bed, gently caressing the side of your stomach while grinning brightly.

“What kind of hair will you have, hm? Like mine? Or like mom’s?”

Sometimes, he’ll try to convince the baby to let you sleep for once. If you can’t sleep, Kyojuro can’t sleep. He’d lay his head on your chest and sleepily mumble to the stomach while slowly rubbing your sides.

“You’re quite the active one, hm?.. mh.. How about we go to sleep together, okay? Be a good kid and give your mommy some rest…”

Birth

When your water first broke, Kyojuro thought the baby might’ve kicked your bladder or something, causing you to leak. But the horror on your face that followed soon after changed his mind in an instant. He sent out a crow to Shinobu, notifying her about your labour, but it might take a while until she arrives. In the meantime, your husband prepared all the things for a homebirth. You probably wont be able to reach the butterfly mansion in time to give birth there, but in the meantime, would you like water? Food? Sweets? A towel? Maybe not the last one because you’re able to hit him with that. You’re very angry about him impregnating you nine months ago while being in painful labour right now.

Shinobu surprisingly arrived very quickly and got right to work. Her soft voice and kind words as encouragement managed to calm you down as far as to not curse Kyojuro and all his ancestors out. Your anger directed at him actually helped you press the baby, so your husband happily sat there and held your hand while you were attempting to break it while redirecting your pain

Finally, after hours on hours of labour, Shinobu’s encouragement and Kyojuro’s hand turning blue from blood being cut off, you birthed two identical twins. Both had your husband’s flamboyant hair colour and prominent eyebrows. Your husband was trembling and crying after seeing them for the first time. His babies, his kids! And two of them?? In one go?? This couldn’t have gone any better. For around the next hour, while your babies were nursing on you, he kept thanking you for everything you ever did for him.

“I-I love you! I-I love y-you! Th-Thank you for marrying m-me, my fl-flame! Than-Thank you for giving me t-two babies! Thank y-you! T-Thank you!!”

Bonus: Tasty hair

Your babies are for some reason obsessed with your husband’s hair. Maybe it’s because of how bright his hair is or how nice it is to chew on it. You caught Kyojuro offering his baby his hair to hold and play around with, only for it to start pulling tightly on it. It hurts a little and he’s not quite sure how his baby got this strength out of nowhere, but he’s incredibly happy that his baby likes his hair so much!

But he also learned that the twins prefer their grandpa’s hair a little more over his. Shinjuro doesn’t appreciate it as much as Kyojuro is, though. He tolerates them pulling on his hair but doesn’t like it. At all. He’ll glare at his son until he finally takes his baby away from his damn hair! His scalp is already burning!

(But we all know that Shinjuro takes them back into his arms on purpose to tickle their stomachs and to let them pull on his hair as they please. They’re just too cute!)

“My flame, could you help me remove our child? This one seems particularly fascinated by the taste of my shampoo!”

Gyomei Himejima

Food cravings

Gyomei will not always give into your odd cravings. Instead, he’ll try to redirect your cravings to tastier things. He’s worried that you don’t get enough nourishment for the baby and for yourself, so Gyomei’ll try to feed you healthy foods instead of eating the creations you came up with. Why do you even thought about eating pieces of clay you picked up from right next to the waterfall? You’re lucky Genya caught you before you managed to take a bite.

To be completely honest, Gyomei is incredibly worried that you’re eating things you aren’t supposed to eat while he’s not watching/listening.

“Love, what are you chewing?”

His calm and deep voice makes you stop munching on the raw onion and immediately put it back down onto the counter of the kitchen.

Gyomei insists on cooking for you, even if he’s blind. He’s surprisingly good with cooking and always manages to slip vegetables into the meals in the tastiest way possible! You somehow never notice and just are incredibly happy that he takes some time out of his day just to cook meals for you! Sometimes, Genya joins in when you two eat and just chats with you about your husband’s training and his big brother. He’s also very curious about your pregnancy and how you’re coming along. That boy is just as excited about your baby as your husband is! Genya even gifted you one of his best bonsai trees to keep in the nursery!

“Miss Himejima, are you still hungry? You can have my plate if you like, I’m going to meet up with Tanjiro to eat later in the city together anyway.”

Mood swings

Gyomei understands that your hormones are going a little crazy during your pregnancy, but he still gets a little surprised when your mood changes so suddenly. You get emotional mostly over Genya and how hard he’s training to make up with his brother. You cry everytime when you see him train hard under Gyomei. Your husband finds it kind how much empathy you’re feeling for that boy, but the poor boy can’t really concentrate when a crying pregnant lady watching him train. So, your husband suggested you to not watch them train as much anymore and instead do something else. As compensation, Gyomei promises you to tell you everything he and Genya have been doing that day.

Sometimes, when you get angry out of nowhere, Gyomei’ll just let you throw your little tantrum while listening you silently. After you finished, he might suggest exorcising you as a joke to lighten your mood, but his serious tone and unmoving expression made him look like he’s serious. Wich makes you cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m not going to exorcise you, I promise, my pearl. I would only do that in the extrem case.”

Sickness

Gyomei knows how to deal with sicknesses and nausea. Once you express feeling sick in any way, he’ll prepare a special herbal tea, open up all the windows for fresh air, feed you crackers and dry food, and of course, equip you with a bowl to vomit into just in case. He’ll sit with you in bed, your head laying on his thighs and his palm resting on your forehead, slowly petting your hair.

He’s mumbling quiet prayers for you and your baby, his deep and smooth voice calming your stomach slowly. Gyomei’d smile softly while having his eyes closed. You told him that his smile is always making you calm, so he’s trying to smile more often for you.

“How are you feeling? I can brew you another cup if you like, it’ll help you.”

Talking to the baby

Gyomei barely talks to the baby while you’re awake. He’ll sometimes lean down and mumble a couple of greetings and kind words before moving on with his day, but when you fall asleep at night, your husband likes to have one-on-one conversation with his child. He’d have his large palm resting on your belly, rubbing it up and down. Gyomei sometimes nuzzles into your sides and places a few kisses on the side before talking.

He’d be praying first, making sure that the baby is alright and’ll come healthy into the world. Then, he’d quietly talk about you. Your husband’ll talk about the things you like to do, about how emotional you get over Genya, how you pout everytime he leaves early in the mornings to train, how much he loves you and how you insisted on get even more toys, even though the toybox is already filled to the brim.

“We are both very excited to meet you… please be more kind to your mother until birth. Her bladder is not as strong during the pregnancy, so do not test it again.”

Birth

Gyomei was praying the whole time he was waiting outside the chambers of where you were currently yelling in pain. His eyes were closed in concentration and his palms rubbing together, his red pearly beads wrapped around his hands. He could hear every mumble of Shinobu to Aoi, every curse you’re throwing around and every bed creak after changing the position. Shinobu suggested that Gyomei should wait outside since he’s quite large and they need more space to move around you. You promised to him that you’ll be fine on your own. He has been crying and praying, crying and praying the whole time for you and the baby, until finally, everything got quiet. Your cries died down, but there wasn’t any signs of a baby crying either. Gyomei was silent, stopping his prayers for a moment.

Until finally, first one baby, then another started to cry out. Two? You were carrying two miracles in your stomach all this time? Shinobu permitted Gyomei back inside and allowed him to meet the babies for the first time. They felt so incredibly tiny in his arms, so so tiny and fragile… The babies are the most precious things, and he felt like the luckiest man in all of history, holding his babies in his arms. His voice was very shaky and more tears than usual were running down his face.

“My love. I thank you for all eternity for giving me this gift… thank you. I am incredibly grateful for everything you have ever done for me.”

Bonus: Who’s who?

Given that Gyomei’s blind, he has always relied on his senses to move through the world. But funnily to you, his senses fail to differentiate wich baby is who. Sometimes you catch your husband holding one of the babies, standing silently there, thinking about who exactly he’s holding right now.

“Need some help, dear?”

Your voice made him turn his head towards you, smiling slightly.

“Yes, I already fed one of our twins. I went to retrieve more milk and lost track of wich one I already fed.”

His voice sounded a little confused but also slightly amused. Stepping closer, you saw how the baby that was laying in the crib was uneasy and wiggling it’s legs around, while the one Gyomei was holding was calm and content. You figured that the squirmy one wasn’t fed yet and took the sleepy baby out of your husband’s arms, setting it back into the crib and taking out the other.

“Here, this one seems hungry, hm? Aren’t you?”

You sweet-talked the baby a little, tickling the little stomach, making it giggle and kick against your husband a little. Gyomei nodded quietly.

“Thank you. I have yet to figure out how to differentiate our twins properly.”

Giyu Tomioka

Food cravings

He’s a little confused out by your requests that keep getting weirder and weirder. Are you sure you want to eat that? If Giyu would eat that, he’d be throwing up. Oh wait, you actually are vomiting up regularly…

Giyu will give you everything you asked for, but hesitantly. Before placing the plate down, he’d eye you up and down, judging you heavily for what he’s about to dish you. His silent judging eyes are enough to second guess your life choices that made you ask your poor husband to cook mashed potatoes mixed in with strawberry yogurt and sakura mochi with fish filling. Perhaps you’ll take the miso soup instead.

Sometimes, he’ll get so worried he approached Shinobu by himself and asked if there’s any medication he can give to you to make you crave less weird things and eat more healthy. Sadly, there is nothing like that, so Giyu’ll eventually resolved to force feed you regular foods instead. He’ll sit you down and feed stir fried veggies, rice, eggs, soup, tea, dessert and whatnot. Anything else but the monstrosity you keep craving.

One time, he caught you mixing chocolate sauce and soup together in the middle of the night. Giyu was just standing in the doorframe, looking utterly defeated and distraught at your actions.

“I love you, but can you stop poisoning our baby? I want it coming out of you alive.”

Mood swings

Giyu feels like he’s the reason you feel upset so suddenly. Perhaps he should’ve cleaned the house more, or finally finish building that crib. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so angry so randomly. He still is quite surprised how quickly your emotions can change from happy to sobbing about the cuteness of the teddybear Giyu brought home for the baby. It’s confusing.

He’ll try to comfort you the best he can, but your husband already struggled to comfort you when you’re not pregnant and had real reasons to cry about, so how is Giyu supposed to comfort you when you sob over the rice being undercooked?

He’ll just awkwardly pull you into a side-hug, rubbing your shoulders gently.

“Do you want chocolate? I heard people eat chocolate when sad. Or do you just want a hug?”

Sickness

You throwing up and being sick is making Giyu sick. While you throw up into the toilet, your husband would hold your hair back while leaning over the sink, trying not to vomit himself. After your morning sickness passes, he still remains crouched over the sink for a moment longer before preparing a ginger tea for the both of you. He’ll lay in bed for a while, cuddling the blanket while sipping on his tea. He looks like a wet, depressed cat, sipping on his tea with a straw while lying on his stomach like that. He mostly recovers after finishing his tea, but sometimes, he gets really sick. You’ll be forced to take care of your nauseous husband who is supposed to be taking care of you right now! How is he supposed to handle watching you birth your child? How can he slay demons but is not able to watch you throw up?

“Love… can you get me another cup of ginger tea? I’m getting sick again…”

Talking to the baby

Giyu didn’t start talking to your baby until you encouraged him to do so. You told him that talking to the baby creates a bond before it’s even born! So, he’ll slowly start conversations with your belly. He’s not sweet-talking to your stomach, but instead awkwardly holding a conversation with it as if he’s speaking to an adult. Giyu’d sit across you on the bed, his hands propped on his thighs, leaning forward slightly.

“So… how is it like inside the womb? When do you want to come out and meet your mom and dad?”

Birth

Giyu was very panicked when you went into labor. He send out a crow to Shinobu immediately and began assembling something similar to a throne made out of towels and blankets. He forced you to sit down and make yourself comfortable while he waiting on the porch to see when the butterfly hashira is coming. His grip was to tight on the fence of the engawa, he accidentally shattered the wood.

He tried to watch you giving birth, but once he saw the head slowly press out of you, he couldn’t anymore. Giyu held your hand in support and let you squeeze as hard as you want, but he was turned away your lower body, facing you instead. Once he heard the baby’s cries fill the room, he snapped his head around in an instant.

Your husband almost fainted when he saw another baby slowly squeeze out of you. Shinobu handed Giyu the first baby, wich was already wrapped in a towel, so she could direct her attention back to the second baby. His head felt dizzy while holding his baby, not able to comprehend that he’s about to be the father of two. He only build one crib, there’s no room for another. Is he even capable of raising two kids? What if they outnumber and team up on him once they grow up? Now he has twice the chance to fail at parenting and become a bad father!

But once your husband held both babies, all his worries washed away. It was like he was in some sort of trance, watching the babies just sleep and squirm around a little. Giyu didn’t even notice how he started crying until his tears fell onto one of his baby’s forehead and started crying.

“Ahh… uhm. How do you calm a baby down? Do you just rock it? Uhm. Help me, please-“

Bonus: How are you supposed to know what they want?

You watch your husband stress out over why the baby is crying for so many times already, and they’re only two weeks old. You caught him talking to your baby multiple times, just straight up asking what they want. He’s slowly starting to get desperate and you can see it.

“You want food?… No? You wanna be held? Maybe… play? Also no? What do you want then?”

Somehow, only you could understand when and what your babies want. Giyu watches in awe as you immediately figure out that the baby wants to be held and fed, and how quickly they calm down afterwards. You’re just magical, truly.

“How do you know? What do you know that I don’t?”

💠

Phew, this took a while to write! Hope you enjoyed this anon! I tried to incorporate the requested things in this ask from another post of mine, but I might’ve forgotten some. Anyways, my posts haven’t gotten much traction lately, so I hope this one’ll do a little better! I’m looking forward to reading all the reposts and comments you leave, I read every single one of them! Just know that they make me smile like an idiot <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

Note: Over 200 Notes!! Tysm!! <33

— I’d like to credit my cat as a co-author and professional purrer.

[icarusredwings]

Do you guys ever think about dementia Charles seeing Pietro and getting sad or becoming really happy because his poor mind connects the dots that he's Erik? It dosn't compute that this wouldn't be Erik because hes too young to be Erik rather assuming that he is young Erik and not exactly having the logic to understand that they are so differently aged.

"Oh! My old friend, you've gotten a haircut. Quite bold of you. It makes you look much younger."

".. yeah, yeah, old man.." he mutters, trying to avoid him best he can, but sometimes, when the others are busy, he can't stand to leave him alone. Coming to sit with him just to litsen to him gab about random nonsense, talking so fondly about his X-men and memories dear to him.

"Do you remember?"

"Do I remember what?"

"When Jean got her first bad grade and she cried to you about how cruel I was to her." He chuckles softly. "And all she got was a B-"

Pietro stares at him like he's crazy. Jean cried to his father? But why? He had his own children to take care of. So why would he treat her like that? It makes him a bit angry. "No.. I don't. What else?"

"Hm?"

"What else happened? With jean and my da- erm. Me."

"I believe it's Jean and I." He corrects his grammer, making the younger man roll his eyes in annoyance. Once a professor always a professor I guess.

"Sure. Jean and I.."

"You acussed me of being too hard on her, but when I explained it, you laughed... I haven't seen you laugh like that in so long.." It's sort of now that Charles remembers what's going on. Who he's talking to.

"..Im sorry. Who are you again?"

"Well you like to call me speedster."

"Pft. No I do not. Mr. Maximoff.. you've grown so big since the last time ive seen you."

'You just saw me yesterday' he thinks but makes that awkward smile and nods. "Yup.."

"Youll have to forgive me. Im not always.... here."

"I know.. are you alright?"

He shrugs in his chair. "About as alright as anyone could be in my situation." Ah yes. The paralyzed old bald man who was losing his mind still had jokes. Funny. But sad. He remembered him being so similar and yet.. so different.

It's not long before Jean comes to give him his medicine again, convincing him that it was for the kid's saftey. "You don't want to hurt them. Do you, Charles?"

"No... but I'm not that gone yet. I can decide when it's best to take my medication."

She smiles so sweetly at him. "Professor, you made this time schedule yourself. Im just doing what you told me. You always knew best for us."

"Oh.. well, alright then."

Before Jean can walk away, He stares at her.

"....Why did my father like you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Charles... he said.." He trails off, not sure how to say it without talking too quickly.

"He said you cried to my father. And.. he defended you."

Jean tilts her head. "I wouldn't say defended. I was just a child having a fit." She admits then shifts, looking at the walls as if remembering.

".. He was here a lot.. and then he just.. stopped coming. Im sorry. I don't know why. Like I said I was just-"

"Didyoureadhismind?"

"Uhm.. just a couple times."

"Jean used to con you into getting her ice cream." Charles smiles, closing his eyes, reminiscing.

"He.. got you ice cream?"

Jean's not dumb. She understands his frustrations, glancing at the old man and then to Pietro again. "Like I said.. I was just a kid.. I was just excited to be able to use my powers. I didn't mean anything by it. I didn't even know he had other children."

"...He never got us ice cream.. he didn't even bother sign my birth certificate.."

"Im sorry, Peter... Professor? Tonights dinner is potatoes gravy turkey with apple sauce. Remys making it so it might be a little spicy."

"Oh, that's alright. He means well. Erm.. thats the blue one right?"

Jean snorts. "No Professor. He's the card one."

"Oooh yes. Reeemmyy... right." He says his name slowly as if trying to connect 'the card one' to 'Remy' in his brain.

"...Bye Peter." She says, now awkwardly leaving.

"Remys that rat from the cooking movie" Pietro whispers and Charles' eyebrows raise. "Ahhh! Remy! That's right."

He might be an x-men. But he could still pull a little evil here and there.

[bahrtofane]

about time

things have always been easy with trent, attached to the hip since you could remember. your other half, his biggest supporter. things were bound to turn romantic no? everyone was rooting for it, secretly you always were too. 

your first date as a couple goes more or less how you planned, awkward and full of teasing. 

word count : 3.1K+

watch it : mild jealousy, cuties, fluff fluff, kinda domestic near the end?

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“eat your food." 

you squint, "what the hell else am i doing, you eat your food."

he scoffs, "im literally half way done with my plate."

"it's literally not even a proper portion of course you're almost done." you point at his tiny little section of steak on about a tablespoon of mash potatoes. 

he waves you off and makes a comment about the "liberty of a kitchen."

you ignore this and take another bite of whatever the hell you ordered. you don't remember. you were too busy trying not to focus too much on the man in front of you.  the all black outfit is insanity, you know he only went for it because you told him ages ago all black looks the best on him. and now here you are. suffering

you just nodded to whatever the waitress was saying. though she could have done with less ogglying at your date. your trent. 

you take pride in knowing your his go to, his best friend, his #1. you've been by his side longer than you can remember being without. he's your other half in every sense. before the fame and money, lavish life and dwindling time. he's always been yours somehow. 

maybe you should've known at some point that feelings were bound to be brewing. 

everyone and their mother had told you. hell, even your own mother had told you so. but you waved them off. he's my friend, no trent is my best friend, ew no that would be so weird, i can't even stand hin on a good day, he's annoying, nope just friends. 

now look at you. seated across from each other, his sleeves rolled up while you eat in candle light. the dark blue drapery of the establishment makes this feel way more intimate than needed. and the chandeliers that hang over your head are enough to make you stare in wonder. 

his sharp features almost soften like this, tucked away in a far corner away from prodding eyes and unnecessary media attention. where it's only the two of you in your little bubble, and the soft live piano that travels from the main foye. you enjoy this, but mainly you enjoy him. 

you noticed he cleaned up his facial hair for this, it makes your heart melt. the silver jewelry that shines on his golden skin is a mirror of the silver that drapes across you. he told you to wear silver. the maniac. he planned this all the way down to the damn jewelry. 

(the both of you are matching in general, which makes you feel something closer to insanity, it gives you a thrill when people’s gazes wash over the two of you and they can so easily tell you are here together. for each other. the stares you got while walking in don't go unforgotten.)

he's the one who dragged you to this restaurant, one much more fancy that you care for. any establishment that calls for floor length dresses to eat is above you, but he insisted. even taking time to tell you how stunning you looked on the way here. your cheeks were on fire the whole time you tried to come up with a counter, failing miserably and just telling him he looked handsome too. 

what a gentleman, driving you here and keeping a hand on yours the whole time. you were sweating the whole time. this whole thing is new to you. but you try not to explode while you sit across from him, sipping on your water to avoid eye contact. 

trent pretends to suddenly be very interested in the silverware, but you don't miss the way his gaze still manages to shift over to you, landing somewhere between your eyes and lips.

you sigh loudly, your appetite disappearing while you push your plate in front of you. 

"do not even start." he warns, fork raised and pointed at you. 

"i didn't even do anything ! what's with you tonight. "

"could ask you the same thing," he mumbles between mouthfuls of his steak, "you're being, very weird."

"im on a dinner date with you how else do you want me to act."

he coughs awkwardly at this, "i don't know ! normally. you haven't made fun of my shoes yet. where's the old grouchy evil and conniving friend i know. you're too, " he waves his fork in the air trying to find the right word, "civil."

you snort, "that's a mouthful. i don't know this whole dynamic shift is taking a while to get used to, " you shrug.

"we need to stop saying i don't know so often." he sighs, rubbing his eyes aggressively. 

you choose to ignore that bit, "and i need to be civil in public or your adoring fans might have my head."

he rolls his eyes, "that's a stretch."

you wave him off with a hand, "you never know. crazy people do crazy things."

he looks at you fondly at this, giving you one of his signature smiles, you look away and change the subject as fast as you can think. you don't need weak knees in a high end establishment. 

"you know i would've been just fine with takeout and a movie." you mumble softly.

he gives you a soft look " i know, but i wanted to make it special. take you out somewhere nice for a change. we never do that."

"you're not going to let me pay are you?" you muse.

he gives you a look, "im offended you even brought that up. i hope you know you're never going to be paying for things ever again right."

"and i hope you know i'm going to fight you over it the whole way through."

he finds this amusing, "yeah yeah yeah shut up and eat your food, i think my socks are sliding off my foot."

"i don't want to hear about your sweaty foot while i eat trent, gross." you fake gag. 

"cry about it." he dead pans. 

you narrow your eyes at him, "i'm going to talk about the pimple i popped on my shoulder, in great detail. is that what you want?"

"ew gross hell no. no more socks or feet geez." he scoffs. 

you cackle, "problem solved then."

he rolls his eyes but goes back to eating anyway, cutting his steak with way too much force than necessary. 

you on the other hand have to play tug of war with the fabric of your dress in order to keep it where you want it. 

"you want to leave don't you?" he comments. 

"that obvious?" he nods, "yep," popping the p.

"i don't want it to seem like I'm ungrateful for the effort or anything, because i swear it's not like that. i'm happy to be with you regardless and yeah. we don't have to leave." you try to explain. 

as much as you enjoy spending time with him this isn't your scene. you're aching to go home, and so are you poor ankles. these heels can only be worn for so long and they are coming up on their expiration date for the night. maybe trent can help take them- no fuck. bad. bad bad. this is a dinner, you're at dinner be civil. 

trent seems to be none the wiser as his attention remains on you. 

"why would we stay if you don't want to ?" he looks at you confused, brows drawn together, arm propped up against the table while he waits for an explanation. 

"because you're the one who wanted to come here?" "so? if you wanna go home then we'll go home."

home. oh. he's starting to refer to his house as home. for the both of you. that does something to you, you're almost dizzy. god how can one person be so sweet. 

"we can finish up and head home? i really don't mind." you suggest. 

he hums at this, "alright then. we’re stopping by the chinese place you like so much, you didn't even eat. "

"to be fair, the portions are the size of my pinkie and i think they took too much creative liberty in the kitchen." you wrinkle your nose. 

he giggles, that shy little spurt of laughter, the one you love so much and always try to coax out of him, "i forget the flavors can be uh, adventurous with most of their dishes. "

you chuckle, "definitely adventurous."

he flags down the waitress from earlier who bats her eyelashes one too many times at him while you roll your eyes. he gives you a glare while he pays, before you can open your mouth. while you get up, dusting your dress down, he presses you flush to him, effectively shutting down any advances. you can't help but grin at the little act. even if your skin is on fire from the contact.

your lead out the back by one of the valets to avoid the busy main section and the endless cameras that wait for you from the front.

you step out to a colder night than you expected, rubbing your arms in a futile attempt to warm yourself up. the valet steps away to retrieve his car while you shiver harder than a skeleton animatronic in a halloween pop up store. 

trent notices, coming up behind you to wrap both arms around your waist, pulling you close. 

"cold?" he has the nerve to ask, flush against you and the damn dress that clings against your skin, his breath tickles your ear while you lick your lips nervously. his arms are much more muscular up close. the whole of him is, you can feel the efforts of his training as they hold you. good lord you're going to lose your mind. and the chest you're pressed up against? do not.

"a little." you whisper back, afraid to say much more.  

he hums, rubbing your arms for you, sending goosebumps all the way down your spine, and he has the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. 

"cars gonna be here soon."

you can only nod dumbly.

he unlatches when the car comes into view. thanking the man with a clap on shoulder, almost like an old friend, and a generous tip.

he opens the door for you, holding his arm out to help you balance, sweet of him. 

you duck inside while he says his last thanks and goodbyes to the valet, turning on the heat first thing when he gets inside. 

the drive is silent, not much to talk about after you confessed your love to each other just days before. 

you could almost laugh at the complete 180 from this week to the last. youre so so glad it ended up this way nonetheless. you don't think you could handle another second suffering in silence. 

how it all went down makes you cry in full honesty. it was an argument. over fucking instagram. you were bitching about the girls who are on his dick and he called you over protective and you defended yourself because duh. that somehow had spiraled into how he's insane, and then your relationship. and then you stormed out, don't ask, you don't remember. 

he tracked you down at your place with flowers as an apology and you just lost it, because what kind of friend gets flowers and calls in just platonic?

lucky for the both of you it wasnt platonic, not to him, not to you. 

he confessed first, that you were more important to him than any of the women he follows combined and so much more. you're his everything can't you see that? he loves you, in every sense. he hates seeing you upset so please, don't cry. 

you kissed him, slow and hesitant while he broke out in giggles. 

"does that mean what i think it does ?" he had whispered against your lips. 

you nodded, shy and tender. 

"i need to hear it. please, say it." breathless, at the cusp of losing his grip on everything. 

"i love you trent, more than i think i can explain. you are my other half yeah? my everything."

and so here you are, watching the shapes of the city breeze past you as the gps guides you to your beloved chinese take out. you can almost taste the noodles you're so ready for it you're starving. 

a hand rests on your thigh, softly tracing shapes the rest of the way there and you hide a smile. you don't think you'll ever get used to any of this new found affection. things you once only day dreamed of having now right in front of you.

you're drowsy by the time you pull into the familiar parking lot. you giggle at just how ridiculous the two of you look. stepping out of a probably hundred thousand dollar car, if not more. dressed like you're going to the ballon d'or. all while walking into a quiet little family own take out spot. 

trent takes your hand again, while you fight to bunch up your dress to get over the obnoxious curve. 

he fights a smile while locking the car behind you. 

"you try getting over this mountain in heels and this long ass dress i dare you." you hiss. 

he snorts but keeps his mouth shut as you inside the familiar space. sighing in glee. 

the kind older woman who always takes your orders doesn't bat an eye at your dress, but welcomes you with a warm hug. 

“the usual?” she beams, even at this time of night. cheery as ever. 

“yes please !”

she smiles, getting to work making your order while you drum against your thigh. bad habit. 

you’re very thankful it’s as late as it is, the place is dead empty. a little safe haven. 

you reach into your purse but mr “i’ll pay for it all” stops you. 

you tsk, “come on this is my spot. i want to tip her well. let me at least have this after that fancy meal.”

“i said i would pay,” he states firmly. 

“i know, but paying here is special to me. and i want it to come from my hand. she deserves it after all the kindness she’s shown to me over the years.” you gesture to her wrapping up your boxes. 

you remember when you used to be a student low on cash, she would always fill your plate with double of everything or just give you the next size up, and extra dessert, free drink. the little things, life is all about the little things. 

he sighs, “fine fine. i won’t take this away from you. “

you smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. he waits for you on the side while you go up to the counter. 

she smiles at you knowingly, “finally made a move on that one huh?” 

you blush, “we both made moves and things worked out well. “

she grins, “finally. i thought it would never happen, you know. maybe i’ll get to see your kids too huh?”

you chuckle, kids with trent huh. not a bad idea, “maybe you will.” you sigh fondly. handing her the money. 

you hand a few boxes to trent and motion to the door before she catches on. but it’s a little late. 

you sneak out of there while she’s yelling at you to take your change, “keep it ! it’s all for you !!” you shout back. giggling while you and trent make your escape. 

the ride to his house is filled with laughter and you don’t ever remember being happier. 

its all giggles and shy smiles as he leads you up to his home, hand in hand while you race up the steps and make a dash for the elevator. the door man gives you too a look but doesn’t comment, yet. you know he will sooner or later but you don’t care. 

the take out boxes are split in between the two of you as you hold them snug against your chest. humming softly as the elevator opens. 

the ride up is filled with soft teasing, and more compliments. 

"im serious!" he shoves you gently, "you look, incredible." 

your face burns with enough heat to power an oven, his words do a number on you and all you want is to hear them over and over. but you don't say this. 

"you look so handsome trent." is all you find to reply back. 

a shy smile is what you get in return as the elevator opens. the walk is familiar but your feet are making it feel much longer than needed. 

he opens the door and you dont waste a second collapsing on his couch, groaning at the pressure finally being off your feet. he takes the boxes from your hands and sets them on the living room table, kicking his shoes off somewhere as he organizes them just how you like. 

"eat first then change?" he takes a seat next to you. 

you shake your head, "don't wanna ruin the dress."

"alright," he nods

you attempt to get up but your feet are swollen by the looks of it and you could cry at the though of taking another step in these damned heels. 

you reach over carefully to begin the effort of getting them of you but holy fuck is it taking much longer than needed.

"you're taking so long," he groans, scooting down to raise right ankle to rest gently in his knee, hands working slowly. 

you sigh in sweet sweet relief when the intricate lacing finally comes undone and your foot can breathe. he does the same to the left, bringing it up to rest against your right.

 your head falls back against the couch cushions, eyes closed and relaxed. it gives you a moment to really appreciate it all. to appreciate him. 

you crack your eyes open when he gives your leg a gentle tap, all done. 

you swing your feet back to the ground, scooting up closer to him. it's a beat of silence where he watches you, wait for your move. and you press gentle kisses on both cheeks, then nose, one on his forehead, and finally his lips. 

he can't keep his hands to himself at the end, a hand finds your waist, tugging you closer to him, impossibly close. the other cups your cheek gently. 

you won't part till you run out of air, panting gently against each other's skin.

"thank you." you mumble against his lips.

he hums, "anything for you. you know what."

you could reach the clouds like this, could reach the stars.

[artsyannierose]

Huskerdust: Who’s more

Cuddly

PDA

Clingy

Possessive

Protective

Flirty

HI ANON GREAT ASK

Cuddly:

Okay they both love cuddling don’t get me wrong Viv even said Husk is a cuddler but I just feel like the only thing Angel wants after getting home from work is just to cuddle husk and fall asleep to his purring

PDA:

Honestly I feel like neither of them would be over the top PDA or anything cuz like the beauty of huskerdust is the private intimacy and general one on one understanding of each other ITS SO JKJDDKFOGRSZNKDFKVF but like if I had to pick one I’d say Angel bc husk would be awkward asf

Clingy:

angel. angel would be the clingiest of clingy.

and poor baby would probably be so worried one night he comes home and husk is out doing some errand for alastor and he’s just “where’s my boyfriend I neED MY BOYFRIEND IS HE ALIVE WHERE IS WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM MI AMORE-“

Possesive:

Considering Husk doesn’t give a shit that angel literally bones guys for a living um yeah Angel would be like “DON’T TOUCH THIS IS MY SEXY KITTY GO FIND YOUR OWN”

Protective:

I feel like both would be equally protective over each other given their situations of their souls being owned

but angel would be on the offensive and husk would be on defense

I MEAN DID YOU SEE HIM SHIELDING ANGEL AND CHERRI WITH HIS WINGS THAT ADDED YEARS TO MY LIFE

Flirty:

Okay. Hear me out.

Yes Angel is the porn star yes he’s more experienced yes he’s naturally flirty yes he flirts with husk regularly BUT

COME ON

DONT TELL ME HE WOULDN’T TURN INTO MASHED POTATOES WHEN HUSK ACTUALLY FLIRTS WITH HIM

so after angel tones it down around husk and only flirts with him occasionally I swear husk would be the one to instigate it I MEAN DID YOU SEE HIM IN EPISODE 8

BRO HIS EYES LITERALLY SCREAM “TAKE ME BABY IM YOURS”

HELLOOO????

HE’S DOWN SO BAD OH MY GOVN

ANYWAY I HOPE U LIKE MY LIL DOODLES ANON THANKS FOR THE ASK IM ALWAYS DOWN TO TALK ABOUT HUSKERDUST

[whorefortheevans]

Not His Type - Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader (18+)

I genuinely can't tell if this is good or not lmfao, I haven't written smut in literal yearsss and I've never written for ahs please help me.

CW: fingering, oral (fem receiving), public sex, slight praise at the end word count: 1316

"I'm telling you, Ethel, I'm definitely not his type," you explained, for what felt like the millionth time, to Jimmy's sweet mother. She and you have become increasingly close over the time that you've been working at the freakshow. Two years ago, you came looking for a job, just something small to make at least a little money. Elsa turned you down at first, because you were nothing short of normal, but after offering (begging) to help Ethel with the cooking, she finally gave in.

"How do you know what his type is? You've never asked 'im," she responded, continuing to chop the vegetables you both were preparing for the night's dinner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes and sliding the diced onion into a large pot.

"He likes Maggie. And what's not to like? She's blonde, thin, pretty face..."

Ethel glanced up with a small smirk creeping onto her lips. "Listen, Y/n, I've known Jimmy my whole life and I'm telling you, he's liked you for a while now."

Jimmy was the first guy you had shown any interest in. Most of them are crude and only want one thing, but he was the first man to ask for your name, take your hand and gently kiss your knuckles as an introduction. Well, needless to say he's had you since day one.

"Nope," you denied. "I am not his type, not even close."

"Not who's type?" Jimmy asked, striding into the tent. He had a playful smile on his face, and you turned away from him immediately, praying that the blush on your face wasn't as apparent as it felt.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," you said quietly. "Just boring girl talk."

Ethel put her knife down on the table and turned to you. "Oh, you know what? I forgot to grab a carrot, I'll go find one, don't wait up!" she said, half yelling as she quickly walked out of the tent, leaving you and Jimmy alone.

You suppressed a grin and rolled your eyes, standing in front of the table and starting to cube a potato. You saw Jimmy move towards you out of the corner of your eye and felt your heart flutter. It's stupid for him to have this hold over you.

"Hi, Y/n," Jimmy said in a sing-song voice.

You smiled and looked up at him. "Hi, Jimmy."

"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked.

"What lucky guy? The one who doesn't like me back?" He grinned and shortly nodded. "It doesn't matter. I have no chance." you said, looking back at the medley on the table.

Jimmy came closer to you, now standing just mere inches away, his body heat making you impossibly warmer. "Put the knife down, Y/n."

You placed the knife onto the cutting board and pushed it away from the table's edge. You turned to Jimmy, who took your wrists in his hands and smiled at you. "Who's the lucky guy?"

He leaned his head towards yours, nudging your cheek with his nose. You gasped, trying to control your breath and slow your heartbeat, but you knew it was no use. "Um, it's you, Jimmy," you said, awkward and quiet. You felt him smile against your skin.

"And who says you're not my type?" he said, clearly amused, but your sense of embarrassment dwindled quite quickly. You didn't answer him. Your words were caught in your throat and his proximity was making you very nervous.

He didn't press the issue further, and instead kissed your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, and after a small pause to look into your eyes, he smiled again and placed his lips on yours.

His hands grasped your waist, and you placed yours on his shoulders for stability. He gently bit your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you, and he continued to kiss his way down your jaw to your neck, biting and licking until he found the spot that made you moan yet again.

He sucked on the skin just below your ear, and you threw your head back to give him space. He walked you back a few steps, until your lower back hit the table behind you. Jimmy pulled away and lifted you up, sitting you down on the cleared space of the table. Now standing between your legs, he reached his hands under your shirt and pulled it off.

His left hand massaged your breast, hardening your nipple and sending chills down your spine. His right hand moved further down, rubbing soft circles over your clothed clit. You moaned and pulled your head away from him.

"Is this okay?" he asked you.

"Your mom will be back soon," you said, although you didn't want him to stop.

"We'd better make this quick then, lift your hips." he said, as he quickly pulled down your pants and underwear in one go.

"Jimmy! The food is right here!" you exclaimed, your heart pounding steadily.

He laughed and kissed down your body, positioning himself on his knees right in front of your dripping pussy. "The heat will cook off anything bad, don't worry." He ran his fingers through your wetness and stuck them in his mouth. "You taste delicious," he said, kissing your thighs, inching closer to where you most want him.

"Jimmy, please," you whimpered, wriggling your hips to try and find some sort of friction.

"Please, what?" he teased, looking up at you.

You groaned in embarrassment, "Please touch me, lick me...anything."

He smiled up at you and lightly kissed your clit, sticking his tongue out and flattening it against you. You gripped the edge of the table and let your head fall back in pleasure.

He kitten licked your clit before briefly pausing, and running his tongue from the base of your pussy back up to your clit, sucking it and kissing it in a way you've never felt before.

You let out a series of moans, trying to keep them quiet in case anyone was near enough to hear. You moved your hand into his hair and pulled on it, causing him to moan and send vibrations through your core. You leaned back on your left hand, hoping it would be enough to support you through this.

Jimmy took his right hand from where it rested on your thigh and plunged his middle two fingers into your hole, pushing them as far in as possible before withdrawing them. He began to pump them, slowly at first, and as your moans got louder his hand went faster.

You could feel your arousal dripping out of you, running down to your asshole and collecting on Jimmy's chin. It wasn't long before you were a wriggling mess. You could feel your pelvic muscles tightening and your walls started to clench around his fingers. "Jimmy, I-I'm gonna...cum," you moaned out.

Jimmy took his mouth away from you and pumped faster, if that was even possible. He took his left hand and rubbed hard, fast circles on your clit and looked up at you, your mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. "Cum for me, Y/n. Cum on my fingers like a good girl,"

That was all you needed before he sent you over the edge. You bit your knuckles, trying to keep quiet but your moans still sounded loud in your ears. You clenched tightly around Jimmy and squeezed your legs together as the pressure inside you was released.

Jimmy took his fingers out but rubbed your clit through your orgasm before helping you put your pants back on. He stood up, wiped his mouth on his arm and smiled at you. "Who says you're not my type?" he grinned, backing away from you as Ethel came back in, holding up two carrots.

"Found 'em," she said, before setting them down on the opposite side of the table and sending you a playful smirk.

[soukokumychildren]

Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

----------------- (This could be either counted as au or canon, but here's a funny short anyway)

D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

[matchalattegreen]

The gang as texts I have sent

Ponyboy: I don't wanna go I wanna stay home and have a bday party for my johnny wonny

Darry: Stop watching demon slayer you have an obsession

Soda: I'm not the one who named a skeleton Bob mcermick

Johnny: IM SORRY IM BEING SO AWKWARD IDK HOW TO TALK

Dally: I am NOT listening to someone talk about dirt and potatoes

Two Bit: I JUST ATE SPICY PICKLES IT BURNS MY LIPS ARE SWEATING

Steve: Why are you so obsessed with it, its literally a school bus

[sirenlulls]

spin the bottle → grease: rise of the pink ladies preferences

summary — spin the bottle is all fun and games until your crush moves to spin...

written for this request

characters — jane, olivia, cynthia, richie, gil, potato

JANE FACCIANO

. poor girl didn't want to play to begin with but ESPECIALLY not now

. she looks so nervous when it's your turn and nobody knows why 😭 they're like, ".....you good, girl?" and she's like, "YEAH! great! perfect, even!" okay girl....

. i feel like it would be the worst for her if your spin landed on a t-bird because even if you've showed no prior interest to them she'd be like "oh but they're friends i can see them together :("

. overdramatic girlie can't see the way you're looking at her like you wanted the bottle to land on her instead

. definitely looked away when you kissed the guy

. not in a way to gain attention or anything, probably just 'fixing' her nails or something

. would definitely interrogate you later on in the night — "so.... how was the kiss? do you like him? do you love him? was it good?"

. kiss her to shut her up and things will be perfect

OLIVIA VALDOVINOS

. she's not used to being a jealous person so she's very confused and a bit overwhelmed when it's your turn to spin and she feels like throwing the bottle at somebody's head

. she'd feel bad for you too because she can feel your anxiety 😭

. poor babygirl just wants to pick you up and take you on a nice lil date

. would give the guy your bottle lands on such a death stare

. ESPECIALLY IF ITS RICHIE

. to be fair neither you or richie want to kiss eachother with him liking jane and you liking his sister 💀

. but you guys are close friends anyway so the little peck isn't awkward between you

. someone would probs be like "too short, doesn't count!" but shut up really quick when richie gives them a look

. put your pinkie over olivias when you got back to sit with her and everything will be okay 😊

CYNTHIA ZDUNOWSKI

. lowkey sour even though she's the one who suggested the game in the first place 😭

. it didn't really register to her that you'd have to spin too until it was your turn

. "you don't have to if you don't want to." said to you and someone else in the circle yelling back that she forced them to spin 💀

. you're her exception xo

. but you spun anyway so she was already in a mood and it only got worse when it landed directly on some guy in your english class who was visibly in love with you

. she's definitely scoffing and rolling her eyes. gets such a strange look from nancy

. you can feel the tension radiating from cynthia and you don't even really like the guy (bless his heart) so it's a quick little 5 second peck and a smile from you and then it's over

. she's 100% got a little smug smile when the guy clearly wanted to kiss you for longer, but you pulled away

. gets suspiciously more clingy with you for the rest of the night, but if anyone says anything about it, she's like, "im drunk shhhhhhh" and she's had, like, one beer 🧍‍♀️

RICHIE VALDOVINOS

. he did not want to play. like at all.

. because he knew that a) he'd probably have to kiss someone else and because he's not a little boy, he knows that trying to make you like him by making you jealous isn't gonna work, and b) he'd probably have to see you kiss someone else. absolutely not

. it would be his worst nightmare if your spin landed on a soc

. he would be in a mood for the rest of the night

. or at least until his spin where he got lucky and landed on you

. a smug little side eye to the soc you kissed as he goes closer to you

. pink ladies and t-birds rolling their eyes like "finally 🥱🙄"

. truly sick and tired of the tension between you two

. the soc you kissed looking so uncomfortable because with him it was a stiff little peck and you're fully gripping richie's face 💀

. he likes the game now <3

. drove you home after the party for the chance to kiss you again

. ended up staying the night xx

GIL RIZZO

. easily the best at hiding how much he hates it

. but rest assured, no matter how chill and fun-loving he looks, he is enraged when your spin lands on one of your thespian friends

. poor baby doesn't know that it's really funny for you both because the guy is gay 😭

. so when he sees you kiss him with no tension and a smile on your face he's like "oh......"

. but you keep looking at him and smiling?? he's so confused??

. maybe he's not as good at hiding his longing as he thought...

. he definitely wasn't.

. you saw the death stares and scowls

. you were fed up!!

. like stop being a brooding baby and kiss me already!!! please!!!!

. he will eventually xx

. he definitely tried to kiss you after the game but you guys got cockblocked by jane accidentally because she burst into the room you two were in because she needed to talk to you

. jane facciano, the hot girl mood killer xoxo

. some other night maybe 💔

POTATO

. he played purely for the chance to kiss you

. so when the bottle landed directly between him and a guy who openly liked you, he was fully prepared to see you kiss the other guy

. but then you tapped his hand and suddenly you were right in front of him and he was trying (and failing) to hide how excited he was

. longer than any of the other kisses

. wolf whistles left right and centre

. very blushy very awkward very cute

. a small little "that was nice" that only you could hear when you pulled away

. ego boosted fr but trying to not look like an asshole

. definitely went with you to the kitchen after the game and you two talked about it and you gave him another little kiss <3

. nancy and cynthia walked in on you while they were trying to get some drinks and immediately ran off to tell the pink ladies and t-birds

. getting hard-core interrogated by the two gangs on the way out and he's a smiley little mess beside you and you're like "yeah he's my silly little bf now <3"

[faerunsbest]

ive never sent an ask but im assuming this is for sharing brainrot. so yeah i literally cant stop thinking about tav arriving at the grove, knocking aradin out. later that day after speaking with dammon (and resisting the urge to drop kick kagha into the atmosphere) everyones at camp. tav cant sleep bc shes so horribly stressed, angry at the druids, but also curious about zevlor and his whole deal she cant stand it so she goes for a walk around the grove to clear her mind but finds herself in front of zevlors stone door. to her surprise he opens it and they look at eachother blankly for a moment before the tiefling decides not to ask why. doesnt matter, he cant sleep either. instead zevlor simply retrieves two hand rolled cigarettes from his pocket, lights one with a flame spell on his fingertip and hands it to her before lighting his own. they sit outside the entrance in peaceful silence for a few moments before tav gives in and starts asking so many questions (making sure not to ask anything that could trigger the poor old veteran) and they talk and smoke and drink whiskey until nearly sunrise and theyre tipsy and overtired by the end of the night so neither of them feel awkward about parting with a kiss(or more, why not when youre under the constant shadow of impending doom) AAAAAAAAAAAAAA help

bruh

im sitting here eating a potato and saw this and i SKRUMPT!

am i the brainrot page?! is that who i am????? oh my god im so excited, thank you

on a more related note

THATS AN EXCELLENT WAY TO GET TO KNOW ZEV!

shit thats like being drunk at 3 am on the porch talking shit with a stranger who is your bestie right then. I can just see them talking mad shit right there just venting to each other and they UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER!? Thats probably the most zevlor has felt like himself in AGES because theres no judgement no one is watching or expecting anything from him. they have qustions? great so does he! they probaby woke people up laughing.

i can absolutely see this being the reason zev relaxes a little bit more when tav rolls up. just visibly melts a little bit because 'ah my friend!'

i would wish that they get to sit off on the sidelines at the party smoking and drinking again. maybe theyll do more but its be so cool if they just passed out just leaning back to back like soldiers do. he trusts tav even if hes not coherent

[n0vatsu]

Can you describe mm! Yoake's personality please?? Before I make any content for any ocs, I wanna get to know them first to avoid any mischaracterization! :,33

Yoake

yoake’s personality has a calm type though very introverted and shy pretty similar to hayden’s personality but she can also be agressive or just stay distant to some of the members and visitors if they remind her of her past or is a threat to the mansion,

Like tsutsuji, she also wants to keep the mansion safe but only physically she doesnt care about anyone in it she just needs the place to hide.. but from who? Where? Why?

ABOUT THE MEMBERS

(basically how yoake feels about the members + @gachaclubideas’s ocs)

Trickster

“Well I definitely tell how she got her name, I’ve seen things… many things…”

Casimir

“Despite me and him not getting along sometimes we can both agree on one thing… romantic and intimate stuff is weird..”

Fun Fact: Yoake is aroace^^!

Rosemary

“Probably the only person in the family I deeply care about.. i wish i was born with her instead of where i was born..”

Heaven and Nevaeh

”I don’t get their vibe, they seem bratty, I swear I’m this close to throwing both of them out of a window. They are just lucky that there isn’t any chains or hangers here.. unlike back home..”

Hayden

“I probably relate to him the most I talk to him once in a while but one of the experimented siblings keep trying to throw me out of a window everytime I do so…”

Penelope

“at first she freaks me out.. a lot.. I’ve seen her chase y/n with a axe once.. not pretty. Though when I told her I was from a cult she started asking too many questions.. shes only just a child.. I’ll let her play her childish games.”

Fun Fact: If Yoake wasn’t the one and only light elet in the like in the canon universe, she’d be born in a cult and her mother would be the cultmaster

Chaoxiang

“I know he doesn’t have any bad intentions but he reminds me of someone… the memories… I try to avoid him as much as possible.”

Willow

“she is probably the only one here who has some sense.. I keep trying to talk to her but that one girl.. seems protective..”

Fun fact: Yoake doesn’t actually know who Tsutsuji is, she only killed her siblings and fleed when she heard someone coming

Tsutsuji

“I’m probably afraid of her the most, I feel like im constantly being watched and she always gives me that “I’m gonna kill you” glare, did I do something wrong?”

Talissa

“She doesn’t like me either… Especially since she always tries to throw me out of a window… maybe I should be more distant to Hayden just to be safe..”

Elijah

“He is a good brother to Talissa, I honestly wish I had a brother like him instead of the one I had..I feel envy for Talissa.”

Juliet

“A vampire in the mansion.. interesting… but the amount of awkwardness both me and Elijah get when he takes me to another room and says “Hiii Juliet~” Do I literally look that similar to her because of my hair? I really need to talk to her..”

Milkeshake mansion and the characters Trickster, Casimir, Rosemary, Heaven, Nevaeh, Hayden, Penelope, Chaoxiang, & Willow belong to: @boiling-potato

Elijah, Talissa, & Juliet belong to: @gachaclubideas

Tsutsuji and Yoake belong to me^^!

Apologies for the long text:,)

[abilouwrites]

AMERICAN DREAM

First fic in a while 😐😃

:(no outbreak) Sarah, drinking, dilfs. Ranch on pizza, food. Hives AFAB reader. Periods

Joel would often wonder what his life would be like, would he have that American dream? Would she have stayed? Would he not be a contractor living day to day in a house he can barely afford.

Would she still be a doctor instead of running away at the sight of a positive test. Would she be the mother she wanted to be.

Maybe instead she would’ve been a stay at home mom, nursing babies and enjoying life. Would he have had that cushy job her mother approved of.

He sees her in his dream sometimes, hair tied back like always, especially when she was thinking. Hard at thought; nose in her textbooks.

But instead she was eternalized by his dreams, stuffed into baggy clothes to hide the bump, crying in the shitty apartment they were living in.

In his dreams shes standing in the kitchen, Sarah tucked under her arm as she’s mashing potatoes, angrily grunting away and blabbing about some girl on the soccer team.

Sometimes he’d like to imagine the two of them having another kid, sometimes he’d imagine her stomach swollen still covered in those hives she used to get.

Sarah gets them, stressed, in the sun too much. Her skin flares and she ends up with her skin scratched raw, spoon feeding her ice cream in an ice bath.

He’d imagine her, kissing him at the door and untightening his tie, taking his briefcase and setting it by the coffee table he built.

Instead he’s taking his flannel off and seeing Sarah once again making eggs, “hi sweetie, you ok?” He’ll ask kissing the part of her hair.

“Yeah, I made eggs.” She always says, “I put cheese in them too. If you grab some of the bread and toast it I can put some bacon on too”

“No ‘m alright sweetheart. The guys ordered pizza, brought you some for lunch tomorrow”

“Thanks” she says, scratching the back of her hair to which Joel lifts it up seeing the small lumps with red circles around, “hives”

“Uh oh, do I need to go buy icecream?” He jokes

“No, no im fine.”

It’s when Sarah starts truly growing up when he is at a loss; unsure of what to do. Confused and nervous. But aware of the young adult neighbors who’d moved in.

It’s an awkward situation, nervously knocking on a door he’s only interacted with once. And that was just introducing himself and Sarah.

It’s just about seven at night, and a young woman appears at the door after some shouting. It’s clear she’s half asleep; the television blaring in the background. There’s a girl passed out on the floor and the woman at the door turns back, “Becca, turn Sofie on her side. If she barfs she’s gonna choke” she stares before closing the door.

A southern accent drawls from her voice, one clearly hidden from years out of state, “somethin I can help you with?” She asks, sweeping some hair out of her eyes.

“M so sorry for the bother, my daughter. Uh Sarah. She’s uh” he nervously looks at the ground, “got her period.. and I uh don’t know what to do”

“Oh yeah, give me a sec”

She runs back inside; and whilst Joel is completely expecting for her to ditch she comes out later with a box of pads, “I remember her, uh will you show me to her?” The twenty something girl.

He leads her upstairs knocking on the crummy white door, “sar, it’s one of the neighbors. She’s a uh. Girl and I think she will know what to do”

“Ok..” the muffled voice is shaky and clear that she had been crying.

“Hey. I’m y/n” you tell her your name and she responds with hers.

“Y/n, I’ll be downstairs. Beer?”

“No thank you Mr.Miller. I don’t drink on school nights”

“Alright. I’ll be downstairs”

You see him more and more, drinks now and then. Babysitting for some extra cash. A cool house that isn’t full of partying.

He finds you, usually asleep on the couch, Sarah’s head on your lap. He sees the similarities between you and her, heat hives.

It’s unexpected when he finds you in the shower, “you alright?”

“Gosh I’m sorry Mr.Miller, Im breaking out in hives and Sarah said I could use the cold shower”

“No, you’re alright. Do I pop a bottle of wine and order pizza?”

“God that’d be lovely.”

Joel never opens wine unless it’s with you, and you manage do drink half of it. And half a pizza, with Sarah’s assistance of course, “I didn’t know a sorority girl could eat that much” Joel jokes seeing you dip your pizza into some ranch.

“Mnh, I also played volleyball and was on my collages soccer team before I graduated” You say, “never missed a meal, kept my mass up, I’m on the bulk right now” You inform

“Jesus, ranch with pizza? What are you a wild animal”

You laugh at him as Sarah looks disapprovingly. He still walks you home and waits for you to lock the door before he goes home.

Sarah is still there, eating leftover pepperoni, “you like her” she states

“Don’t lie you lil twerp”

“No I’m serious, non of the others made you open up like that, and I wouldn’t mind having her around. I mean she basically lives here anyways”

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Sugar High

Baker!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: it's 1996, and Eddie has changed his entire life around to become a baker with his own bakery. You are his new baking assistant fresh out of culinary school.

Warnings: slight angst, slight fluff, Eddie is a prick, but he'll soften up soon. Heavy making out, thigh riding. Heavy making out and grinding.

Not proofread. Allow your brain to fix what mistakes were made.

18+minors dni

It was the end of January going into February. You had just graduated culinary school. Quitting your job as a cook in a random diner by your apartment. You wanted to find something more up your alley.

Throwing your coat on as you leave your apartment building. You had a job interview at this bakery almost a mile from your home. The little pastry shop was on a corner across the street from a record store. "Master of Pastries" was in big bright letters on the front . You couldn't miss it even if you tried, you could smell it a mile away. The bakery was run by a man named Eddie Munson. You spoke to him on the phone, and he seemed more than pleased to give you a shot. His former assistant had to relocate after getting married.

-

Walking up to the glass doors, a wave of fresh baked brownies fill your nose. A woman at the register greets you, and you tell her you're here for the job interview. "Okay, I'll go get my boss. I'll be right back." She goes to the back, and a man with long hair pulled back follows her out. He's wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt with an apron covered in flour. He has frosting on his nose and forehead. He walks over to you and greets you.

"Hi, im Eddie. You must be the one I spoke to on the phone."

"Yes, that's me it's nice to meet you." You smile brightly at him.

He walks past you, and you follow him to the other side of the shop where there are a few tables. He pulls out your chair and jesters for you to have a seat. "So tell me what makes you want to do this type of work?"

"Well, I just finished culinary school, and I'd thought I should try it out."

He nods his head and pulls a cigarette from behind his ear, and lights it up. He picks up your portfolio and smirks to himself. "Have you ever done this type of work before? "

"No, sir, but I'm sure I'll catch on quickly if you just give me a chance."

Nodding his head "Okay you start tomorrow. I want you to hear bright and early. 6:00 am. on the dot."

You look at him, confused for a moment. Why so early? I mean, it's just baking cakes and frosting them. How hard could that be? You think to yourself. He raises his brows to you. "Is that a problem?" He said in a stern tone.

"Oh, uh, no, sir, no problem at all." You said nervously.

He stands up and starts heading back to the kitchen. You grab your portfolio and the other information you provided. The woman at the counter gives you a smile of sympathy. Pushing the door open to head home, you hear the baker call for you.

"Yes?" You paused, stopping midway through the door.

"Don't be late. I hate tardiness." His tone still stern

Nodding, you rush out the door and practically run back to your apartment. The moment you made it through your door, you let out a deep sigh of relief. Why is he kind of an ass? You think to yourself. You never have had such an awkward experience in your life. How can a man who bakes sweets for a living be kind of a dick? The interview only lasted for a good five minutes. Your phone call lasted way longer than that. He seemed so friendly and sweet on the phone. The man you met today was nothing but short and stern.

Going into your kitchenette, you pull out a frozen TV dinner and plop it in the microwave. You have a masters degree in culinary arts, and you're currently eating a hungry man meal you frown. The microwave beeps pulling you from your thoughts, and you peel the plastic off the top.

Taking a bite of the bland mashed potatoes, you chuck the whole thing in the garbage. You don't have much of an appetite knowing you'd have to deal with him tomorrow. Deciding to just go to sleep instead since you know it's going to be an early morning for you anyway. Hopping in bed, you pull the covers over your head and try to drift off.

𓏸 ͘ ࣭⠀⸰ 𖧷 .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ 𖧷 ⸰ ͘ ࣭⠀⸰⠀ ࣭ 𓏸

Your alarm clock set for 5:00 am startled you awake. You groan with a whine rubbing your eyes. You try to get dressed as quickly as you could not wanting to be late on your first day.

Rushing out the door and heading to the bakery. You always know when you're close. The sweet smell of sugar and vanilla floats through the air. The only pleasant thing about your day so far is the smell of his baking.

You finally made it to the shop and rushed inside. Your hair is still slightly damp, so the cold morning air niped at your skin a little harsher. He hears you come in and rounds the corner from where he was in the back. He walks over to stand before you and helps take your coat. "You're late." He said, pointing to the giant clock on the wall. The clock reading 6:02 am.

"I'm only two minutes late." You tried to defend yourself.

Eddie looks at you, rolling his eyes and walks to the back. You decide to follow him since it's just the two of you here. The woman at the register won't need to be here a couple more hours. You stand in the doorway, watching him rush around the small kitchen. You wait for some kind of instructions from the man who hired you.

"You just gonna stand and watch, or will you help me out here?" He asked as he was whipping icing.

You started getting nervous, "I'm sorry, um, where do I start?"

Eddie sits the bowl down and rolls his neck. He is clearly annoyed by you for some reason. The question you asked was a valid one. He knows you've never worked this type of job before, so a little guidance would be much appreciated.

"You can start by making the cream cheese icing for the cinnamon rolls." He pointed over to the mixer, and you pulled your hair up and observed the machine.

"I'm not sure exactly how to make that." You were hesitant to speak. His brash and shortness were getting the best of you.

He looked his shoulder at you while he still whipped the icing in his bowl. "You just add that bowl of butter cream icing and half a block of cream cheese."

Nodding your head, you put the icing and cream cheese in the electric mixer and whip it up. Hopefully, this will be a lot easier than you originally thought. Maybe he's just been under too much stress since his other assistant left. This job couldn't possibly be as hard as he's acting like it is. Yes, you went to culinary school. You didn't study baking, but it looked to be the easiest. He comes over to you and startles you when he turns the mixer off and snatches the bowl away from you.

"If you keep that mixer going for too much longer, we'll both be covered in icing." He said he as he brushed past you and put the bowl in a large fridge.

You shake your head. "I'm sorry I got lost in thought."

He walks past you again, and you look to see what he's been doing. He made small creme puffs with strawberry slices in the shape of hearts going around the side. They were cute, and you guess he's getting ready to start making desserts for Valentines Day.

Eddie eventually assigned you to just make the icing and lady fingers. That's all you did was create icing and those dumb cookies. Sometimes, you'd sneak one when he wasn't looking.

-

A week goes by, and Eddie is still very short with you. He would make a task list for you to do along with the time of the day to do them. The place was busy all times of the day. You never knew how one small bakery could attract this many people. You would see him go out and greet the customers. He was so friendly to them. He would make small talk with the men and flirt a little with the women.

You always thought why he was so rude with you. If he didn't acknowledge your existence, he was giving you a backhanded compliment. For instance, when he asked you to make lady fingers for the first time. He walked over to you and picked one up. He seemed so proud at first.

He smiled, and you hoped this would get him to ease up on you. He took a bite. "Wow, you know we could give these out to the retirement home up the road."Those people love soggy bland food."

The smile on your face dropped, and you tried your best to hold back tears. You really thought you did something right this time. Apparently not he dismissed you for your lunch break, and you walked to a local coffee shop and cried in their bathroom. Your eyes were puffy and red.

You were late from your lunch break that day. You didn't want him to see that you had been crying for almost an hour. Making your way back to the kitchen, he said nothing to you about being late. You snatch up your task list and try to finish them up as quickly as possible, counting down the hours until it's time to go home.

𓏸 ͘ ࣭⠀⸰ 𖧷 .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ 𖧷 ⸰ ͘ ࣭⠀⸰⠀ ࣭ 𓏸

A week and a half goes by since that incident. Valentines Day was right around the corner, which made Eddie more busy than usual. Everything he made was in the shape of a heart and strawberry flavored. The thought of cutting more strawberries for the day made you want to chuck yourself through the window. The pink balloons and heart streamers he made you put up while he dipped strawberries in chocolate. Eddie wasn't as rude to you as he was before. He's still not nice, but he's not as mean either.

In the kitchen, you once again tried to spark up a conversation. "What made you want to do this work?"

Without looking up from where he's dipping the thousandth strawberry of the day. "I decided to do it when I got out of jail." He said with the most monotone voice you ever heard.

"You know your performance would be so much better if you focused on what you're doing instead of me." He hid his smirk.

Walking over to the oven to take out the batch of brownies he made thirty minutes ago. "YoU kNoW YoUr pERFoRmAnCe," you mimicked, walking past him with the tray of brownies.

He glances over back to you. " You say something?" Your eyes go big, and you shake your head rapidly "nope I didn't say anything." You laugh to yourself at the little joke you made at his expense.

-

Two days before Valentines Day, Eddie had you staying late with him to help finish up the special made items. He would allow a number of people to order custom-made pastries for the holiday. Meaning you were stuck in the back with him for longer than you'd like.

The other employees long gone, leaving just the two of you in the bakery together. You learned the hard way not to spark up an innocent conversation to break the silence. Now the silence was nice because anytime he opened his mouth, something foul came out of it. He would either insult your intelligence or your baking skills. You keep telling yourself this is just for experience on your resumé. You won't be here forever. You just need the credentials. Once you're here for a year or two, it's goodbye, Eddie, forever.

You hear the clock chime letting you know a new hour has struck. You glance at your watch, and it reads 7:00pm. The bakery closed almost two hours ago.

"Eddie, can I go home now?" You ask him. You had to even muster up the courage to even speak. You see his muscles in his back tense.

He decided to swap out his usual fitted black t-shirt with a black tank top instead. The chain around his neck glistened under the fluorescent lights. His tattoos a little faded but cover most of his arms. You notice a large back tattoo peaking out from his tank top. If he wasn't such an asshole you would think he was cute. Hell, you'd think he was hot because he was. His attitude towards you completely killed that thought.

Eddie sighed, "Go on and head home. It's dark out, so be careful."

"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning, " you mumbled and practically ran out the door.

Rushing out the door and to your apartment. The sun had already set two hours ago, and you definitely didn't want to run into any trouble. Rounding the next corner, you finally made it to your apartment building. You climb the stairs at full speed, practically skipp over a few on your way up.

Throwing yourself on your bed, you groan and rub the bottoms of your feet. Falling back, you let sleep take over your aching body. Next time, Eddie wants you to stay hours past the time you leave. You're gonna put your foot down and tell him no. Your phone startles you awake, and you look over at the clock by your bed.

The red numbers make your eyes sore and it reads 1:00 am. You haven't even been asleep, but for a few hours. Who the hell could be calling you at this time of night. Picking up the phone, you hear Eddie curse on the other line.

"Hello?" You answer with a raspy voice.

"Oh hey, look, I'm sorry to be calling so late. I need your help over here." He made a nervous chuckle on the other end.

"Um, sure, I'll be over as soon as I can." Your voice still raspy from sleep.

"No, I'll come get you it's late out." There was a pause for a moment. "Your voice sounds cute like that"

Shaking your head, you are wide awake now. Did the man who was annoyed at your very existence just compliment you? Ignoring his little compliment, expecting him to insult you soon. "Yeah, okay, you know where I stay."

Only a few minutes pass, and you hear a knock at your door. Opening it up reveals Eddie with two cups of warm coffee in his hands. He gives you an apologetic smile and hands you one.

Heading to his car, he opens the door for you to get in. The car ride was short and slightly awkward. This time, he tried to make small talk while you had a short answer reply. Not that you didn't want to talk to him. You were just a little nervous he'd insult you if you said something he didn't like. He'd make a joke and laugh slightly, looking over at you for a reaction.

You just kept your eyes out the window, looking at scenery passing you by. After a few minutes, he gives up trying to talk to you and just turns on the radio. He looks over at you and frowns slightly. Was he really so hard on you that now you seem scared to even be around him? He thought to himself as "Love fool" by the cardigans softly plays in the background.

Pulling up to the bakery, you quickly unbuckle yourself and practically run inside. Eddie was going to open your door, but it seems you couldn't bear to sit in that car with him any longer. Your heart was racing, and your hands were shaking a little. He made you nervous.

Everything you did was always wrong. He was never nice to you most days, and on the days he rarely spoke to you is when you considered him nice. Now, all of a sudden, he's telling you to be careful and buying you coffee. Heading to the kitchen, you throw your apron and lean against the steel counter, crossing your arms. You wait for his instructions and what little insult he'll throw at you next.

He walks in and smiles to you. Shaking his head at the attitude you're giving him. He knows it's late and he didn't want to call you in but these orders need to be finished by the morning.

"Come over here." He beckons you. Pushing yourself off the counter and making your way over to him.

"I need you to help sprinkle powder sugar on all of these." He instructed

Nodding, you pick up the sifter and start putting the powdered sugar on the pastries. Eddie was standing next toyou stirring chocolate sauce he made for the eclairs. Every once in a while, he'd bump you or brush against you.

You couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose now. He'd walk past you and put his hand on the small of your back or grab your elbow. Sometimes, you could have sworn he glanced your way and smirked. He was acting strange, and you wonder if it's sleep deprivation or the sugar rotting his brain.

You got lost in thought again and accidentally got powdered sugar all over Eddie. He stops what he's doing and closes his eyes.

Sugar covers most of his face, and you cover your mouth to hide your laugh. "You did that on purpose."

"I didn't, I swear." You tell him as you try your best to hide your laugh from him.

Without warning, Eddie throws powdered sugar on you. That quickly killed your laugh, and you gasped. Now it was Eddie's turn to laugh at you. Only he wasn't hiding his laugh like you were. He did that on purpose, where yours was an accident. The old you probably would have ran off and cried by now.

The current you took some leftover icing and wiped it down his face. He stopped laughing and went to grab you. You tried to get away, and both of you were giggling like maniacs covered in powdered sugar and icing. He holds you by the middle of your waist. Both of his arms engulf around you, and you wiggle to get free.

Eddie turns you around and looks in your eyes for a moment. He bends down, and his plush lips brush yours softly. He lightly pecks at your lips before his tongue brushes your lips. He hums in your mouth at the taste of you. The icing on his face is smearing on yours now. Your tongues danceing together. Eddie puts both of his hands on the side of your face as he deepens the kiss.

You go to grab his forearms, and he bit your lower lip softly. Your knees feel weak as he continues kissing you passionately. He pulls away, and both you gasp for air. He brushes his nose against yours and kisses the side of your mouth before going to your jaw. He makes his way down your neck sucking and licking at the tender flesh.

You moan as he attacks your sweet spot below your ear. Backing you up against the wall, he puts holds your wrists with one hand above your head. He moves his knees in between your legs. His thigh right up against your sex, and you can feel a wet patch forming through your thin cotton shorts.

Eddie unties your apron and takes it off you, letting go of your writs for a moment. He grabs a hold of your hips, guiding you to grind back and forth on his thigh while he still attacks your neck. You move your head more to the side to give him better access. He bites down and sucks a little too hard, making you cry out. His hands on your hips start to move you faster against his leg and your knees buckle. He stops his attention from your neck to bring it back to your mouth.

This time, his kiss was sloppy and wet. His tongue is prodding in your mouth with desperation with yours. You can feel a tightness in your core building up. Throwing your hands around his neck, you grind harder on his thigh. Just as you were about to come, the timer on the oven goes off. Eddie stops what he's doing and throws his head back.

"Fuck." He muttered and his jaw clenches for a moment.

"We gotta finish these up," He said, putting his forhead against yours.

He moves away and goes over to the oven to take the cake orders out and let them cool. You're still by the wall panting with an ache in between your legs. Putting your apron back on. You and him still covered in a mess of frosting and powdered sugar. Eventually, both you finish up the cake orders for Valentines Day coming up. You hope tomorrow won't be too awkward for you both. Maybe he'll forget this whole thing happened.

[rathayibacter]

pet peeve is i dont like when songs and poems in fantasy novels that're supposed to be written in another language rhyme in english (or whatever language the storys written in yk)

and like yeah part of this is a bit of selective suspension of disbelief, im willing to let your fantasy setting have potatoes and champagne and english turns of phrase, but for some reason this arbitrary line rankles me. but its not just that! i feel like you lose some of what makes a language a language when its translation in the text just reads like anything else. give me languages that structure sentences differently, that contain odd little nuances, that don't quite translate cleanly!

it also limits your poetry! id much rather read something that feels like an awkward but fascinating translation of a fictional language than something that's just like all the other songs and poetry except the author tells me this ones in Low Elvish instead of Orvanian. theres so much more texture you can give to that than making sure all the orc expressions have to do with meat, or every elf metaphor is about trees and the moon

[roombathesequel]

asmo and vil play dti (featuring yuu/mc)

(an: SHOUTOUT TO MY LOVELY BETA READER @mmmmmmoldycheese THEYRE COOL)

it was a normal day for our lovely yuu (im just gonna refer to mc/yuu as yuu for this fic so it isnt confusing), just relaxing at ramshackle dorm while playing some DTI. atleast thats what i wouldve said if vil fucking schoeneheit didnt join randomly and just starts slaying so hard that he always ended up on the podium.(wow he slays so much omg)then like an hour after vil joined asmo decided “fuck it! imma join my lovely little partner on roblox and start fighting in the chat (AND VC THIS PETTY BITCH) with the person who keeps on winning when i dont win!!!” AND MADE SO MUCH DRAMA!!

“bro its not that deep!! he won cuz he slayed that theme, not cuz it was rigged!” yuu yelled at vil, trying to find out how the two most fashionable (and petty) people they know are somehow still fighting after like 30 minutes. “”SHUT UP YUU!!”” asmo and vil screamed at the same time, effectively almost breaking yuu’s poor eardrums, “OH MY FUCKING GOD SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!”. cue the whole vc starting to laugh at yuu’s sudden outburst as asmo and vil were left stunned. yuu took a deep breath and went on with the game as if nothing had happened.

[time skip to like an hour later cuz i make the rules here]

“yuu~ can you vote me 5 stars please?~ i promise i wont ask again~” asmo pleaded with yuu. vil snorted at that but covered it up with a cough, “as if your outfits would be worthy of 5 stars! hey potato, give me 5 stars instead.” “hah? you think theyre gonna give you 5 stars just cause you asked?” “well you seem to think that will work seeing as you asked first.” “oh shut up! i was doing that ironically!!(he says, like a liar)” *insert more petty arguing here im too lazy to write it :P.*  “OH YEAH?! WELL I HAVE A HIGHER CHANCE OF WINNING SO YUU WOULD PROBABLY WANNA DUO WITH ME MORE THAN YOU!!!” (you can choose who said that line <3)

cuz of comedic timing lilia then joined the server and yuu immediately saw an opportunity to be a little chaos gremlin “oh hey lilia!! you wanna duo?” lillia also sensing an opportunity to also be a little chaos gremlin automatically agreed, “oh of course i would love to duo with you!!” *insert lilia smug face while asmo and vil look offended as fuck teehee* 

[the next theme is freestyle]

“HELL YEAH WE’RE GONNA NAIL THIS LILIA!!!!!! LETS GO GAMERS!”

[timeskip to runway cuz i choose what happens this is my fic <3]

*vil slaying the runway cuz hes vil*

*asmo slaying the runway cuz hes asmo*

then we have…….

OMG IS THAT LILIA AND YUU ABSOLUTELY DEVOURING SLAYING SO HARD I FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR THE RUNWAY?!?!?!?!?!!!!???!?!!! YES IT IS!!!!!!!! *pose 28 spam cuz yay*

[lilia and yuu got first place! yayy!!!!]

*awkward silence…* “....what the actual FUCK yuu?! since when were you so good at this game?!?!??!?” asmo stared at his screen flabbergasted, how the hell did yuu get so good at this game and how could he learn?? “fufufufu~ its quite simple actually,” started lilia, “its called layering!! Kinda hard to learn how to do properly but one you got it you can make amazing outfits!” finished yuu.

cue lilia and yuu teaching asmo and vil how to layer for the next hour

THE END

[aardvaark]

heyy was wondering about your leverage takes, do you have any favourite endlessly rewatcheable episodes?

this is ben from @transsophiedevereaux fame btw

hi!! and ooh good question, i do have some particularly rewatchable faves! it depends what im wanting to watch/think/feel at any given point, though.

if i want a funny episode, i go for the wedding job, the juror #6 job, the mile high job, the gone fishin’ job, the boys night out job & the hot potato job. i think wedding is the most comedy-heavy of season 1 at least & i love how the wedding con makes them all do the weirdest stuff. like, sophie is so wrapped up in her own emotions about romance & relationships that she tells the bride to be to "never put your faith in a man", has the most awkward convo with nate where she thinks he’s asking "where are we at" in their relationship rather than the CRIME AT HAND, and then her line of "is this about fear of the russian mob, or fear of intimacy?" is just. absolute gold. one of my fave ever sophie lines. and everyone’s reactions are priceless.

for The Feels TM, i watch the grave danger job, the san lorenzo job, the inside job & the long way down job. but especially long way down. "i want to do the right thing!" "it makes us, us" um someone is cutting onions nearby im not crying im notttt!!

for the action - so my favourite cons/heists - i watch the order 23 job or the first & second david jobs. i also love the eliot moments in order 23 & the sophie moments in first & second david.

while i love all the characters, and i think they’re all very well-made and im Rotating Them In My Mind all the time lol, parker is def my favourite. so episodes that feature her prominently or have lots of her character development are often my faves - especially the juror #6 job, the stork job, the future job & the long way down job.

i have to fly often and i really, really hate flying. ironically i watch the mile high job on planes and its somehow calming despite it being about a plane very nearly crashing lol. so i rewatch that pretty often. i love (world’s worst) flight attendant!parker & bickering married couple nate x sophie. but mainly - hardison in that ep?? fully being his genius self and tons of classic hardison comedy beats. love it.

wow i have given the most ridiculously long answer to this oops lol. thanks so much for asking :) <3 !!

[caratdeulforever]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

school bus graveyard x oc's

chapter three

warnings: bad writing, lowercase intended, might contain wrong grammar, none more that i can think of

author's note: i was feeling active? haisjsi im trying my best here so i hope you like the way i write each characters and well the plot. that's all thank you, i hope you enjoy!

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chatter filled the whole high school cafeteria. the lunch ladies watched the well-mannered students get their food. the whole place bustled as everyone talked amongst each other. the place was divided in different friend circles, all talking about different things at different volumes and energy. 

all but one table, for at one side of the cafeteria was a table occupied by our eight protagonists. ben didn't bother eating and was already sleeping on his side of the table. aidhel was mixing the milk from the cafeteria to the coffee in her tumbler. she had let aiden taste some of it and the boy physically recoiled at the bitterness and literally forced her to at least add some dairy to it. he then busied himself by making a temple of some sort with his mashed potatoes and fries. ashlyn was just staring off to nothingness, ignoring her plate of food. tyler was the same on the other side of the table. his chin was propped up on his palm and he stared daggers down at his food. taylor, frances and logan were just soundlessly eating their food. 'just as awkward as i thought it'd be.' ashlyn thought to herself as she basked in the silence of their table. 

"i think we should go back to savannah." 

everyone besides ben, perked up at the voice that suddenly broke the ice. everyone stared at tyler expectantly but he was already looking back at the girl right across him. the same girl who paused in pouring her milk to turn her head at him curiously.

"i thought everyone agreed that it was too dangerous...?" logan asked out as he looked away nervously. they had this conversation one too many times, and he hoped that the answer remained. tyler scoffed and straightened up, taking his chin off his palm to look at the bespectacled boy incredulously. "so what? we're just supposed to let things the way they are?"

"even so, we can't risk the possibility of getting permanently stuck on that place." aidhel commented as she placed the carton of milk back down. she looked at him and he had to bite back his tongue because he can't talk back to her when she's giving him that look. the same look she always did whenever she wanted to challenge him to counter her claim. ashlyn hummed in agreement, "i'd rather be semi-stuck than permanently stuck."

"well maybe if you would have told us the truth from the beginning, we wouldn't be stuck at all!" tyler said getting annoyed as he faced ashlyn's direction. frances made a noise of irritation and shoved her face to her hands, "not this again." she groaned out while logan rubbed her back comfortingly. taylor and logan pursed their lips as they felt the upcoming argument.

"don't even start there ty," aidhel added im with a frown as she looked at tyler. the brunette boy turned to give her his own version of her looks but she just shook her head at him. ashlyn opened her mouth to come in her own defense, "i already explained why i didnt-" but paused to look at aiden when he suddenly interrupted her. 

"aren't you one to talk." aiden said cutting her off, his hand still holding the fry as he stared at his almost finished artwork. "you're the one that brushed it off as a prank and walked off." he said as he raised a fry in the air. aidhel and the others watched him apprehensively, what he says can only infuriate tyler even more. "with your personality, i seriously doubt it." he said coldly, finally looking up to look at the hispanic boy.

silence enveloped them all and the others darted their eyes from aiden to tyler. they all knew that what he said is the final blow. tyler's fist clenched and before he can stop himself- he already had slammed his hands on the table.

slam!!

"whether i would have believed it or not, she should have said something!" tyler exclaimed as he stood up abruptly to make a point. "now we're stuck in some demonic dimension," taylor, frances and logan just stared at him nervously and dumbfounded. "running away from flesh-eating deadly creatures," the guy from beside them awkwardly moved away, growing scared as he subtly heard their topic of conversation. 

"we don't know yet if they really are flesh eating." aidhel pointed out, crossing her arms as she looked at him cheekily. tyler turned his head sharply and glared at her, "besides the point!" he huffed and clenched his eyes shut. he took a deep breathe and looked at them, "i've lost count how many near-death experiences I've had, none of us have slept in days, we can't tell our parents or any-"

bam!!

ben slammed his own fist at the table, successfully catching everyone off-guard. even though he had a deadpanned expression, the way he put his finger on his lips serves as a warning for him. aidhel placed a hand behind his back and rubbed it comfortingly as she told him to sleep again. she turned to glare at the boy and tyler shivered at the intensity of their gazes combined.

he took a deep breathe and looked down, dropping back to his seat. "if we don't go back to savannah where this cycle begun...then what else are we supposed to do?" he said almost hopelessly. at that, everyone quieted down as they let his words sink in to their mind. what he said is perfectly true, they had done everything they could to get of the mess they were in. so far, they hadn't known how and why they were experiencing this thing that they were experiencing. there was nothing they can do, they were clueless about everything that's been happening. how did they got there? how will they be able to go out? what if they die in there? so many thoughts spiraling all at once.

aidhel pursed her lips as she looked away but not after casting a concerned glance at the brunette boy who was visibly shaking. her hand twitch to hold his hand like she always had done since the first time it had happened. it was a way to calm both of their nerves, a simple way of comfort for them both. but it looked far too intimate when the others were just right there with them. so she just clenched her fist to her lap, sighing.

frances just looked down at her food, and gripped on logan's hand under the table. logan squeezed her hand back and rubbed his thumb over her palm, smiling at her to calm her nerves. ben couldn't even sleep anymore, just looked away to ponder to himself. taylor had also avoided gaze to anyone and looked at tyler worriedly, wanting to take the stress of her brother to herself. aiden kept a smile to himself but if you squint hard enough, you'll see it droop down a little as he thought back on their situation.

'as annoying as his outburst was, it's understandable.' ashlyn thought to herself as she let out a quiet sigh. 'if we go back, then we might find out what's happening and how to escape...or we could make things much worse. should we risk it?'

two weeks ago

ashlyn sighed as she finally got on the bus. her ears buzzed with the muffled voices of her peers, the earbuds surely helped in reducing the volume around her. she quietly walked, her eyes kept to the ground as she did. 'i made it.'  she thought as she remembered racing from her room to the front porch just to reach the bus in time. 'ugh, its so loud.'  everyone was so hyper in the morning. she ignored the ruckus as she brushed past the teens chatting amongst each other.

she perked up when she saw three unfamiliar figures just by the end of the bus seats. 'are they new?' a blonde headed boy was practically stuck on the window pane, gawking at something outside. a black haired boy tried pulling him back, slowly getting annoyed at the antics of the boy. there was also a blonde headed girl sitting in front of them, slowly dozing off by the window with earbuds on her ears. 

as she walked closer, the blonde headed boy turned to look at her and they both made eye contact for a second. 'ah, we made eye contact.' ashlyn looked away almost immediately that they did. 'crap, my seat is in front of them.' she looked around and sighed, the only available seat was beside the blonde headed girl. well so much for sitting alone, she knows she must have jinxed something. she walked over slowly to sit. she would have asked if the girl was awake but she didn't have the heart to disturb a person's good sleep. 'don't talk to me, don't talk to me.' she chanted in her mind in hopes that none of them would try to strike up a conversation with her.

"hi."

ashlyn jolted and nearly jumped out of her seat when the boy suddenly popped up just beside her ear. out of reflex, she fell on her seat and hit her back on the seat in front of them, staring widely at the blonde headed boy who was looking at her from the top of her seat. the loud commotion and sudden movement caused the blonde headed girl beside her to open her eyes. what she didn't expected to see was a ginger girl on her back.

"what are you doing there?" she asked, her hands navigating her phone to lower the volume down of her music. she offered her hand out for her, ready to pull her up back on the seat next to her. ashlyn looked down at her hand and hesitantly took it and she was easily pulled back to sit beside her. 

"is that your house?" the blonde boy asked and pointed to a secluded area beside the house that the bus just stopped into. "what's up with the whole bus graveyard thing?" he added in curiously as he observed the tall walls decorated with murals and grafittis. inside the area was numerous run down school buses with its own set of painted decorations. the blonde girl looked out on the window curiously and raised a brow, 'that looks interesting.'

"its a junkyard with used buses."ashlyn replied gruffly. 'personal space dude, give me some.' she thought to herself and scooted a bit far away from the blonde boy. the blonde headed girl snickered to herself quietly as she watched the girl scoot a bit close to her. the boy however blinked as if his ears didn't processed what ashlyn had just said, "that's it?"

ashlyn frowned, "yeah?" she looked away, anywhere but him. sweat trickled down slowly on the side of her face. "well that's disappointing." the boy said looking at her impassively. the girl beside ashlyn raised a brow and looked back to him, "what do you expect?" she asked amusedly.

the blonde headed boy leaned back on his seat, his head propped behind his arms. "i was hoping for some kind of lore or paranormal jazz." he said shrugging, closing his eyes momentarily.

ashlyn scratched her nape awkwardly as she looked away, 'good luck finding anything like that here.' she thought before sitting up right.

'guess the conversation is over?' she thought when she felt that the conversation died from then. the girl beside her thankfully wasn't as talkative as the guy behind her, which was something she was grateful for. 'please be over.' she thought hopefully as her hand slowly reached over for her phone. but perhaps she spoke too soon because the boy seems to not like silence.

"anyway.."

ashlyn flinched and her shoulders dropped in a discouraged manner, 'so close.' she flinched when the boy suddenly popped up behind her again, "i'm aiden!"

'i'm not interested!' ashlyn internally screamed as she kept her eyes ahead. she tried to ignore the boy but he couldn't seem to pick up the obvious signs of her discomfort.

"that's my cousin ben," aiden said gesturing to the boy sleeping beside him. ben just swayed with the bus as he dozed off in the early morning. "and that's my sister, aidhel." he added in pointing to the blonde headed girl beside her. the girl smiled at her slightly before focusing back to look at the window.

"we just moved here a week or so ago from virginia. can't remember what town it was though. oh hey, we live just a house down from you! since we live so close, we should hang out often." aiden rambled on as he leaned on the seat to look down at her. ashlyn paused and looked up at him nervously, 'no. no way. i need to stop this progressing disaster.'

ashlyn raised a palm up to him, "sorry, nothing personal but, i'm a bit tired and not in much of a conversation mood." she said looking away slightly, not wanting to see his dejected expression. aidhel perked up and glanced curiously at her brother to check his reaction.

aiden was perplexed, blinking slowly as he looked at ashlyn. he smirked slightly and aidhel had to groan, because she knew that look all too well. "its fine, i get it." he said nodding to himself. 'finally.' ashlyn thought to herself a bit relieved that it went well.

"you're just shy right?"

both aidhel and ashlyn paused to process his words. 'huh? hold on-' aiden just continued smiling and looked down at her coyly. "it's alright, i'm good at talking, so it'll be fine."

ashlyn deadpanned at him, 'no, i'm not shy. i just want to be left alone'

aidhel pinched the bridge of her nose, slightly getting stressed at her brother's antics. "aiden just sit back down." she told him with a tight lipped smile. aiden grinned devilishly and shook his head, "nope!"

even as they arrived at school, aiden kept on rambling ashlyn's ear off. ben just stared at the ground as he followed after his cousins. aidhel really felt sorry for ashlyn, she can see the gears in the girls head turning to think of a plan to escape them. aidhel had attempted numerous times to stop his brother's yapping but to no avail.

'how do i escape?' ashlyn thought to herself glumly. the four of them entered the campus and aiden's voice never once faltered. aidhel watched the other students by the hallway and pursed her lips, 'there's so many people.'

"woah this is a small school." aiden commented as he and his sister looked around the place. aidhel hummed, "well this is a small town aiden."

'why are you still following me?' ashlyn asked to herself. 'maybe if i ignore him, he'll leave me alone?' she thought before taking a sip of her tumbler.

aidhel and ben yanked aiden back up making him pause in his talking. ashlyn looked back curiously and shared a look with aidhel who smiled at her knowingly. aiden raised a brow at them both but ben and aidhel just pointed to the door by the hallway. ashlyn glanced at the door they stopped into, office.

"oh right," aiden said with a small chuckle as he fixed the strap of his bag over his shoulder. aidhel sent another smile to ashlyn and thankfully she finally got the message, 'my chance!' ashlyn practically beamed in her mind before sprinting out of the scene for dear life.

"we gotta pick our schedules...up?"

the three of them stared at an empty space in front of them. aidhel grinned while ben just blinked not really caring about everything. however when aiden started to laugh really loudly, the two of them shared an exasperated look. aidhel raised a brow at a stray lady bug on ben's bag while waiting to aiden's laughter to die out.

"look a lady bug." aidhel said as she slowly get the lady bug on her finger. ben raised a brow and stared at the insect before looking at her. he subconsciously smiled at her, sometimes she really was a child. aiden however just grinned to himself, oblivious to what was happening behind him. "she's fast."

aidhel rolled her eyes, "i would too if i was her." she said before blinking when the lady bug suddenly flew away from her hand. ben watched the insect fly away before looking at aidhel pout to herself. he patted her back comfortingly and she huffed a laugh. aiden then sighed before straightening up, "c'mon let's get our schedules." he said before pulling them both inside the office room.

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