#it makes me sick it makes me insane i want to grab these colorful things and squish then on my palm

[the-acid-pear]

Yesterday I was replaying Deltarune and I was going really insane about it picking up on things I missed on my first playthrough and something that fucked me up hard was this line here

The little ellipsis at the end, almost like you can hear the regret on their voice. Voice of an ad who is realizing maybe they fucked up on this one. But it also made me think of... The possibility of this being a reaction to Spamton's actions.

Because I don't think this was an automatic thing, I feel like their drifting off was gradual. Sure, their jealousy had won them over (I'd have killed the guy or myself if I was them so I don't even blame them) but Spamton was too getting busier and busier the more famous he got, and as they say, that never stopped. He only kept getting bigger, until it all came crashing down. And when it did it was one of them who tried to go find him, after all that.

But I digress, let's focus on the original quote from my favorite sigma enby themselves, Pink Addison. There's obviously not only the regret to it, but feeling like they were abandoned too. Both parties lost a lot and the real tragedy is just how easily it could've have been avoided! Or rather, how beyond their control it was...

But I'll get off topic if I keep speaking so I'll leave it at that. The sheer tragedy that there is to everyone involved just makes me insane. Like I said in a post previous to this; you cannot trace down a good guy or a bad guy in this tale, it's just desperate people taking awful decisions and living to regret their actions.

[coffeekittycatt]

Birthday Wish ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Notes: Rafayel x Reader fanfic. Fluff but suggestive ending. 1,169 word count.

Premise: You wish Rafayel was real.. now someone is suddenly knocking at your door.

- I am very new to writing fanfic so be patient with me 🙂‍↕️

link to pt 2:

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I peek outside my window. The sky, a soft mix of cotton candy colors. Today was my 23rd birthday, and I spent it how I usually do, alone. Sounds sad, but I don’t mind. I’ve learned to be independent since my father passed.

Happy birthday Sugar, I got us your favorite takeout. Let’s watch Mean Girls tonight!

The memory passes. Today makes a third birthday without you. I close my window blind and make my way to my recliner. It’s soft and cushioned. The house is quiet, a peaceful place even though it does gets lonely not having my dad around. He left his small cottage to me and it’s become my safe haven. Mostly everything is still in place from before he left. Except things that are entirely mine, like my room. I take a seat and sit back. My phone vibrates and lights up. “Hey (Y/N), hope you had a great birthday!! Looking forward to seeing you when I get back 🩷” Ana. My close friend. Her message is sweet, reminding me I am not totally alone on this day. We planned to hang out after she gets back from her New York trip. I smile and unlock my phone.

All I want to do now is my dailies in Love and Deepspace. I open the app and wait for it to load. I press enter and am surprised to see Rafayel on my sceen. I totally forgot that this game does something special for players’ birthdays! A cutscene starts and eventually Rafayel gives me a cute gift. “Happy birthday my dear girl..” he sings to me. Wow, he has an angelic voice. My eyes slightly water and my cheeks are warmed. Why am I getting emotional? I wipe my eye with my sweatshirt sleeve and continue tapping. “Don’t worry, if you’ve got my blessing, then the Guardian of the Sea is also aware,” He adds. I pause for a moment and decide to playfully say out loud, “I wish you were real, Rafayel.” I cringe at myself and laugh. Here I am crying over how sweet a character is. I need to get a grip! I finish out the cutscene and eventually I collect some rewards from completing my dailies. I don’t know when or how, but I somehow doze off and am fast asleep.

Knock Knock. I hear my back door. My eyes flick open. What the hell? Immediately I am panicked. My house is not very close to any neighbors. They would have to walk quite a bit to get to me. Even if it was a neighbor, why would they knock at the back door? Could it be a burglar? Someone in need? An axe murderer? I take a deep breath and hurry to grab my pepper spray. My dad always taught me to have something as self defense. I peek out the small window near the door. Dammit. It’s too dark to see anything. My back porch light isn’t working at the moment. I need to replace it soon for times like this. I am too afraid now. I stay silent and wait for the mystery visitor to take their leave. A moment passes and I hear it. Knock Knock. Oh man. I decide to get close to the door. “Who is it?” I call out. “It’s Rafayel, let me in!”, the intruder exclaims. Excuse me? What did I just hear? I don’t know anyone named Rafayel.

Me: “I don’t know you or recognize your name. How can I help you sir?”

R: “Ouch, you don’t know me? We’ve spent almost everyday together! Cmon, (Y/N). Did you forget your birthday wish already?”

My heart drops to my stomach. Rafayel? Birthday wish? My mind circles back to before my impromptu nap. The fucking mobile game?! I am screaming internally. Okay, this must be a dream..or a sick prank. Maybe I am going mentally insane. I need to shut this down. I ready my pepper spray and crack the door open. I peek out and immediately, in the dim light, I see purple. Purple, fluffy hair layered across. My body freezes up. My sight trails downward to a face. Beautiful, bluish-pink eyes look at me. A small pointed nose and soft pink lips are painted on this man’s face. Rafayel. It’s actually him. I am mesmerized at his beauty, and how the real life version of him can even exist. It’s otherworldly, incapable of being real. But it is. Taking in more of the view, he is wearing something I wouldn’t expect. A faded, cherry colored hoodie with pair of light black cargo pants. He raises a hand to his head to swipe a bang out his face. Silver rings are worn on his delicate, long fingers. Still in shock, I try to speak.

Me: “R-Rafayel?”

R: “Took you long enough. It’s freezing. Soon enough I’ll be frozen like the trees out here. Can you let me in?”

I scratch my head. Guess we are doing this. Hey, maybe I will wake up again in a mental hospital and this will all make sense. I open the door all the way to let him inside. He makes his way and immediately I feel arms wrapped around me. “What th-“ I squeeze out as he takes me in for a tight embrace. A hug? My face is now on fire. I inhale and smell an enticing mix of cologne that can only be described as an ocean-breeze. It is exactly how I imagined he would smell. “My love, my dearest girl,” he says with his chin laid on my head. “I have been waiting for the day we could touch.” I smile at his comment as my face is buried in his chest. I can’t believe this is happening. My heart is racing.

Me: “How were you able to come here? How is this possible?” I look up at him, searching for answers.

R: “I told you love, any wishes you had today would come true. You have my blessing, after all.” He smiles and moves a piece of hair out my face. “You’re so much more beautiful in real life.”

I look away out of shyness. I had never been around someone so gorgeous before, let alone a guy who was so into me.

R: “You don’t have to be afraid,” he gently cuffs my cheek and pulls my gaze back towards him.

He leans down and sets my heart ablaze. Soft lips caress mine and gentle pecks are placed onto me. The bashful kisses turn into a tongue asking for an invitation to dance with mine. His sturdy hands hold my face and support me. I am lost in his kisses, savoring every moment. Each one now slightly sloppy, his tongue exploring my mouth, tender, but eager to taste more. He bites my lower lip, not aggressively, but a gentle tug that leaves me a mess. The heat from my cheeks had made its way down to my core and suddenly I am completely aroused by this man. My body has decided it needs all of him. Anticipating his next move, I watch as he pulls away from me. He stays close to my lips and I feel his warm breath against my face. “Show me your bedroom, my love.” He whispers to me.

[caesium-55]

Lewis just wants to sleep. He's tired. He just arrived yesterday from Las Vegas and he needs to grant himself a lazy day or else, he'll go insane. He already planned out a perfect morning. You, on the bed with him in the most innocent sense—Lewis wouldn't mind sex because sex is nice and all but he also loved just resting with you and basking in your existence and your being—freely drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, no annoying alarm waiting to ruin his morning with that god-awful buzzing nose, basking in the silence and peace of a morning in the quiet part of Monaco, and letting the hours pass by without care. Then, when you both get sick of the sheets, you go down and grab breakfast in that caf�� just across the building that sells amazing crepes.

But he wakes up and your side of the bed is cold and empty and panic sinks in his system quickly. He glances around the room. Sunlight peeks through the tiny gap of the black out curtains in the window. Besides the night lamp, it's the only source of light in the room. Your phone is not on the bedside table, Lewis notes. That means you slipped away from the bed and left the room some time ago without Lewis noticing. Usually, he'd feel it if you even just twitched and he'd wake up in a heartbeat, but the jet lag and the exhaustion that engulfed his entire body must have stopped him from doing so.

He sits up and rubs his face with his palms. He decides to follow after you downstairs.

The door abruptly opens with a loud bang, making Lewis flinch and turn his head towards. Lewis's face transitions from sleepy to shocked to confused.

You're wearing a gown that greatly resembles the type of gowns that the female cast of Netflix's Bridgerton wore in the show. It's a mixture of lilac and pink, both are pretty colors. Your hair is fixed into an elegant half-do with a plastic tiara to complete everything. On one hand, you carry a portable Bluetooth speaker. In the other, a microphone. You sport the most serious facial expression in the universe but nothing about you screams seriousness at all. Especially not with the funky-shaped eyeglasses that sit on the bridge of your nose.

You slam your hand against the light switch next to the door and the entire room brightens. Lewis chuckles at the sight of you, eyes twinkling with mirth. The room never feels more alive than it does now.

"Ta-da."

"Good morning, baby."

The intro of the song starts blaring through the speaker. A strong beat of drums. Then, you began to sing.

“After the war I went back to New York

A-after the war I went back to New York

I finished up my studies and I practiced law

I practiced law, Lewis worked next door—"

"Baby, you practice medicine—"

"Even though we started at the very same time

Lewis Hamilton began to climb

How to account for his rise to the top?"

You point the mic towards him. Lewis smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

"Man, the man is non-stop."

Lewis chuckles, amused. You are getting into it. You put your mic on your mouth again.

"Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me

Are you aware that we're making hist'ry?

This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation

The liberty behind deliberation (Non-stop!)

I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt

With my assistant counsel

Co-counsel—"

Lewis tries to leave the sheets so he can get his phone and capture you in video. You stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hamilton, sit down."

"I'm sat."

You begin pacing around the room, hands waving around in theatrical fluorish.

"Our client Levi Weeks is innocent

Call your first witness

That's all you had to say

Okay

One more thing–"

You walk up to him and Lewis waits for your next move.

"Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?"

"Because I am?"

"Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?

Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?

Soon that attitude may be your doom!"

Lewis shakes his head at you.

"Why do you drive like you're running out of time?

Drive day and night like you're running out of time?

Every day you fight, like you're running out of time

Keep on fighting, in the meantime."

Your number ends with you doing a dramatic pose and Lewis bursts out laughing, the sound mixing with the fading music.

"I love you so much. You have no idea."

This is far from the ideal morning he's planned out. This is not quiet. This is not peaceful. This is boisterous and obnoxious and too much energy so early in the day and every bone in Lewis's body still screams exhaustion.

But Lewis wouldn't trade this morning over the peaceful morning in his mind. Not when you looked so happy singing and rapping that Hamilton song. You theater nerd. God, Lewis didn't know he was physically capable of loving a person this much.

"Hey baby, if we get a son, can we name him Alexander?"

"Whatever you want."

Lewis wishes this morning will never end.

[lacontroller1991]

Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 27: RJ MacCready

Day 27: ALT "I hate it." "No you don't."/Voiceless Masterlist Warnings: GA, shirtless MacCready Word Count: 652

As the days grew shorter and the weather got colder, the more MacCready complained. From “my boots and socks are wet” to “I hate this stupid weather” to “it’s too damn cold to be out here for long”, you honestly got sick of it. So, you took it up as a personal mission to find him some more - weather appropriate- clothes, and not the lightweight ones he sports every day. 

The task had been pretty simple. Find some yarn off of dead ghouls, acquire enough green dye to dye the fabric, then hand it off to Tinker Tom for the ballistic weave, and finally knit a sweater that he could wear during the colder months that would keep him warm and safe. The hard part is actually getting him to wear it.

“Uh uh.” 

“Come on Mac, please try it on?” You thrust the sweater onto him again but he just crosses his arms and snubs his nose at it. 

“No way. It’s ugly as hell.” You try not to let his words get the best of you. You’ve traveled with him long enough to know when he’s being a jerk to just be a jerk versus when he actually means it. Except you can only differentiate between the two half the time. Besides, you had put in a lot of work for this sweater, killed a lot of ghouls, and had to do Tom an insane amount of favors, just so Mac could have something warm, that was in his color scheme. 

“Robert, can you please just try it on?” His ears slightly raise at the tone of your voice but he’s insanely stubborn. Letting out a sigh of defeat, you lower the sweater in your hands, rubbing a tear out of your eye with a sniffle. Ok, time to bring out the big guns. “Fine, I’ll just go see if Deacon or Danse wants it.” You begin to walk away, head hanging down, but his hand reaches out and grabs onto your wrist, halting your body.

“Wait. Ugh, fine. Give me the stupid thing,” he grumbles as you give him a toothy smile, happy that your subconscious manipulation worked on the young sniper. 

MacCready takes the material into his hands and eyes it. Rubbing his fingers over the material, he can’t deny how soft it is. Letting out a sigh, he unbuttons his duster and drops it onto the couch, his scarf and undershirt following, leaving his upper body to the cold air, nipples pebbling. He did that on purpose of course, and judging by the way you shift your gaze, MacCready counts that as a victory. 

Slipping into the sweater, MacCready strides over to the mirror, glancing at his reflection. Well, at least it fits. And it’s warm. But doesn’t mean it can block a bullet unlike his duster can. A pair of arms wrap around his torso, stirring him from his thoughts. Turning around in your embrace, he looks down to you, a smile on your face. “I hate it.”

You seem to ponder for a moment before reaching up a hand and threading it through his hair, nails scratching his scalp as he becomes putty under your ministrations. “No you don’t. You love it. Admit it.”

Giving into your plans, he lets his hands fall to your hips, dragging you further into him. “Fine. But it doesn't mean it can stop a bullet.”

Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, him scrunching it in response but a smile on his lips all the same. “Ballistic weave, hun. Do you want me to make some regular sweaters? Ones you can just wear when you’re here? I can make some for Duncan too, and me, we can have matching sweaters!” The thought brings a smile to both of your faces while he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“That sounds great.”

-fin-

@unrepentantweirdo

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hey can you write a Chop Top x Reader where the Sawyers go on vacation with the Readers shitty and practically dysfunctional family? I know it’s so specific but I am currently on the shittiest trip of my life and I need some comfort from my favorite cannibals. If my parents instigate a fight one more time I may go insane!!?!?! 🖤😛

Bullshit for brains (GN! Reader x Chop Top)

Premise: Y/ns parents are being buttholes. Again. ON A VACATION. Chop Top comforts them

Word count: 619, I know, it’s short

Tw: swearing, slight angst, suggestive, fluff

“Now I-I’m sorry y/n but your parents sure do have sticks up their asses…” Chop top observed with the his usual bluntness. Thankfully, you two were only on the balcony of the second floor of the Y/L/N Lake House, out of your parents hearing, and he had managed to keep his blunt remarks to a minimum in front of your parents. “You can sure as shit say that again…” y/n sighed, leaning their head on the shoulder of their significant other. Most of the trip had already gone wrong, from the canoes flipping over, to the storm that had trapped y/n and Chop Top in with their parents for a few days, to the lake being practically unusable from waste, but the worst thing of all seemed to be y/n’s parents, who seemed to have a favor for throwin’ shit at the fan right whenever things weren’t already bad enough. “It’s been the third time they’ve fought and it’s only two days into this damn vacation. They always seem so damn unhappy with me, like I can’t do anything right. They wanted me to get a partner, so I did. But noooo they can’t approve of him or anything. I’m just so sick of their constant disappointment in me…” Being a cannibal most would describe as a monster, few things could make Chop Tops heart throb like the crack in your voice whenever you brought up your parents. “Now, Y/n, hey…” Chop Top had never been particularly good with emotions, but he did know how it felt to be disproved of. I mean, people might’ve said that Vietnam was bad, but part of him liked the fact he didn’t have to deal with Draytons constant reminders of his inferiority. Part of him liked bein’ away from that. So he could understand how shitty it was to have what’s supposed to be your parental figures acting like damn fools. His hand reached over to squeeze your shoulder, almost subconsciously as he tucked a piece of wild hair behind your ear, poking it playfully. “Y’know, y/n… it really ain’t yer fault your parents are too fuckin’ stupid to see how amazing you are. I mean, you’re successful, you’ve managed to get a boyfriend, you’re hot as shit, you’re smart, probably too smart, and… really. If they ain’t see all that, they just got bullshit for brains.” Y/n chuckles at that last analogy. “Bullshit for brains, huh? I like that one.” Y/n looked up at the setting sun, the colors blazing across the sky into what would eventually become darkness, and smiled a smile that always made Chop Top smirk in pride when he was the cause of it. Y/n always found some comfort in the lenses of Chop Tops point of view of the world… even if it was a bit… wonky, to say the least. “This is the part where you kiss me, babe.” Chop top teases, leaning in with an overdramatic duck lip that makes you snort out in laughter. “I am so not kissing that face…” Y/n laughs, pushing him playfully away. “Maybe- maybe just a bit…” y/n teases, grabbing Chop Tops face in the palm of their hands and planting a neat, brief, soft kiss on his lips, grinning at his face, which has light up like a child’s on their birthday. “Y-you know, I think you may just be the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Chop Top says with an almost uncharacteristic genuineness, poking your face to make up for it, almost as if he can’t remain serious for to long. “Now, let’s go bang.” He smirks, grabbing your waist. “In your dreams, dude.”

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

Ellaaaa please tell us about your show!!! I want the whole account (if you want to/when you have time ofc)!! I'm so happy you got to hear fine line live ahhh you totally deserved it!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH KIND ANON I CAN SCREAM ABOUT IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

so we had front of stage tickets and it was 100% the best ticket ive ever had so far: zero effort for an insane view and a fantastic place in the crowd with all the space we needed to dance and more. i've queued before and just really never want to again for more than enough reasons, and here was shown how i seriously didn't need to.

wet leg was epic. i am obsessed with them they are so fucking cute and also cool and also hot and also good. yes. i screamed my frustrations to the sky with them and all was good in the world.

and then. i'll just say immediately that the setlist is fantastic and definitely the best collection of songs i've ever heard of his, despite lights up not being there. the beginning was super fun and energetic, he is a master showperson, but it's in a way that is uniquely his. you can look at him and be in awe of the grandiose performance filling that entire stage, and then see that he's also smirking, skipping along the runway and pulling faces at his band. it's just. !!!!!!!!! you know?!?!?

my soul left my body during stockholm syndrome. goosebumps forever, bc of the sheer disbelief that im hearing a 1d song live. harry smiling, us screaming.

i've always wanted to hear she live, too, so that was just... mesmerizing. there were orchids projected on stage and it was all so perfectly fitting. our orchid, our mermaid. note the colors as well :')

then it was a big fucking party. just dancing and singing like we've never done before. he really felt happy and like he felt good, so happy and jokey. he grabbed Three pride flags during tpwk, and this was my first time witnessing the brass quartet as well. it was a BIG FUCKING PARTY

grapejuice is also so fun live. it's always such an experience to hear him sing a song live that he hasn't really sung before. i could tell that it's a tough one to sing, but he made it fun and quirky and cute.

aaaaaand THEN HE SANG FINE LINE. he sang fine line. holy shit. this is like. i grieved when he decided to stop singing it last european leg, it hit me hard. i think i've said it a shitton of times already on here but fine line is a song i listen to every morning and every night, it's the only thing that can calm me through a panic attack. it's an anthem of perseverance, hope and self-love. hearing it live was just me being transfixed, mesmerized, by what was unfolding in front of me, and slowly crying more and more. a tight tight hug from @bluewinnerangel through the sobs at the end was necessary bc we were all falling apart. in the best way

the darkness and pause after that were also necessary to get us back on track, for a show that was going to rake us through the entire spectrum of the human emotion once more. sign of the times was just. gasp

the PARTY that then ensued during wmyb. that bse intro is something else. any 1d reference obviously unlocks something unhinged in my brain that makes me fucking lose it, but hooooly shit. it goes SO HARD. wmyb always does and i'll never get sick of it.

to finish us off, of course, we have our rock: kiwi. the heaviness of that intro is addictive. his menacing gaze when he's choosing who to soak. the fucking SONG GOES SO HARD. IM HAVING YOUR BABAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

and then it was over. but it felt extra extra good bc i knew i would be experiencing it again hahahrghr and my body is definitely stiff from the legit workout i did during the concert last night so. holy shit fuck yes

[egipci]

Here's Another One For You

This was a couple of hours in. We had about three hundred miles to go. My eyes were closed and I was resting my head back when he just reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, thumb tucked right under my collarbone and said how you doing buddy? I rolled my head to the left and forced my eyes open and I found him driving with his left knee against the door and his wrist hooked through the wheel. He was looking at the road with his eyes squinted against the sun and when I said nothing he turned to look at me straight on, frowning with his dark eyebrows, so serious-looking, and for a second it looked like he was figuring me out, figuring out some cruel thing to say, but then he grinned just to see me. I swallowed and closed my eyes and turned away. We passed a couple of paleta stands. I saw an insane guy with a stick speed walking along the desert road, his elbows stabbing through the air behind him.

We’d been up in Columbus. Not even Ohio. The shittier one in Nebraska. And we were heading all the way down to Amarillo. I don’t remember why. It was a rugaru or something. I don’t remember what it was or why it had to be us. I don’t know how he even heard about it. He just said he was leaving and asked if I wanted to come and I said yes. Ten hours away but he was going to make it in half. As if they had no hunters down there. Even then I thought what he liked more than anything was that he was the best.

Anyway. It was almost sundown but it was one of those days you know the night is going to be even hotter. The sun really baked into the earth. Just miles of open road ahead of us blurring in that desert way. My shirt was soaked through with sweat and he was still holding on to my shoulder but then he let go and put his hand around my jaw and turned my head to look at him. I told him I’m sweating my balls off. My throat was all scratchy. It sounded like my voice was traveling through water or oil or something. It made him laugh. It was like a hundred degrees outside but he laughed and it flared hot all through my chest. He scratched his fingers through my hair, behind my ear. He said look alive, kiddo. He touched my temple, under my jaw, my side, just messing with me, and when I squirmed away he pulled me closer with my t-shirt clenched in his fist. I wanted to mess with him too, so when he touched my chin I grabbed his skinny wrist and I took two of his fingers into my mouth. Skin and sweat and dirt. Calloused at the tips. He made a soft humming sound and pressed down on my tongue, felt the roof of my mouth, the ridges of my teeth, the place where they sprout out of the gum. His thumb was at the corner of my mouth and he gave me this look that could singe your ears. 

We had another hundred miles in the tank but he pulled up at a Chevron. We got out and stretched and untied and retied our shoes. We got inside to put a five on the meter. We bought water and Gatorade. I checked out the nudies by the door and he snorted and squeezed the back of my neck. I told him I’m going to the restroom and I pissed and washed my hands and I waited. When I got out he was already back behind the wheel. The sky was a dark purple color. I got in the car and he said come here, pulling me closer by the collar. I put my hand on his knee and then up the inseam of his jeans, sick overeager feeling, but again he just laughed at me. He told me to go to sleep. I laid my head on his thigh, my knees bent up and leaning against the backrest. He put his hand over my throat and I closed my eyes and the next time I opened them it was because he’d stopped at a drive-thru for coffee. Now it was night and he was talking to the lady on the other side like normal, like nothing at all to see here. He asked her for a tray. I guess he put it on top of the dashboard. He drove all careful and pulled up into the parking lot and sat there sipping his coffee slow.

I could have sat up and stretched out my arms and offered to drive but I didn’t. I closed my eyes and kept them closed. He’d kept a hand on me the whole time. At some point it had slipped under my shirt. It was right at the center of my chest. Without even thinking about blowing my cover I put my hand over his, just the t-shirt between us. He said, We’re almost there, his voice low, his thumb moving over my skin. I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t ask. He was always almost somewhere. I nodded and turned to my side and his denim scratched my cheek, and I curled my shoulder so I was hugging his arm to my chest. I guess I was really tired or maybe it was because it was dark. Maybe it was just the heat but already my mind was slipping again, half-thinking about how when we get wherever we’re going I’m going to take a cold shower and I’m going to turn on the A.C. that smells like shit and I’m going to spread out on the cool bedsheet and wait until he comes to me. How he’ll have me sweating through the sheets. And just that thought made me hard, so then I was thinking if I pulled my dick out right there he’d let me. If I kissed inside his elbow he’d let me. If I pressed my face to his stomach. He’d let me change the music if I wanted. He said, Check out this motherfucker in the Ford, then one-handed he honked loud and angry and overtook him, his other hand holding me down. He told the dude to go fuck himself and then floored it and the tires screeched and we were flying, and I thought if anything happened to us out there in the dark, like if we crashed and the car flipped over a couple of times and we died instantly it would be because of me. I must’ve been eighteen. Maybe nineteen. He had me thinking the craziest things back then. I don’t know what it was.

[bellysoupset]

"Fucking slugs," Leo scoffed, angrily rubbing at his belly and lying back on the couch while Jonah moved around, stripping of his blazer and ditching the shoes at the door. He heard his boyfriend chuckle and Leo threw him a dirty glare over his shoulder, "it's not funny."

"I'm sorry," Jonah said, not sounding even the least bit sorry, "it's a little funny, though."

"You made me eat slugs! You're a deranged prick, stay away from me," Leo rubbed at his chest in order to dislodge a burp and then grimaced when he could taste his dinner all over again. It was disgusting.

"You were enjoying it until I told you what it was," Jonah grinned, walking closer with a tall glass of water and packet of TUMS, "here."

"I fucking hate you," Leo groaned, taking it and gulping the meds along with a large gulp of water, which he immediately regretted as it landed on his belly heavy like cement, "I will aim specifically at you when I puke them all up."

"You're adorable," Jonah rolled his eyes, leaning in and planting a kiss over his lips, shutting him up, "come to bed."

"No," Leo shook his head, fingers digging on his stomach, "it's actually hurting, Jon..."

It was the manner that his voice softened up which caused Jonah's amused grin to waver. He combed his fingers through Leo's blonde locks, twirling them lightly, "do you want me to rub...?"

"No," the blonde burped again, "it's too upset for that."

"Is it actually upset or are you just feeling queasy from eating the sea cucu-"

Leo interrupted him with a wet burp, leaning forward as it morphed into a gag, "seriously shut up about the damn things-" he groaned, burping again, "I can taste them."

"You liked them!"

Another wet burp answered him, Leo's face that was already pale to begin with loosing even more color as he braced against his knees, staring at his shoes.

Jonah cringed, not just in sympathy because he could see just how bloated Leo's belly was, squeezed by the social pants, but because he really would rather his boyfriend didn't vomit in the living room's white rug.

"Leo, I think you should move this to the bathroom..."

"Uhm..." was Leo's eloquent answer, eyes squeezed shut, "it's not sitting well at all."

"Try breath-"

"I can feel them squirming," he groaned, then gagged again, clamping a hand over his mouth. Jonah rolled his eyes, the sea cucumbers had been dead, cooked and diced. There was no way he was feeling anything squirm, this was clearly his mind playing tricks on him.

"Okay," Jonah grabbed Leo by the elbow, urging him up and towards the bathroom, "don't puke on the rug, love."

"I..." he gagged again, "who the fuck eats slugs... What is wrong with you people..." Leo groaned loudly as Jonah gently put him in front of the toilet.

He hung awkwardly near the door, aware he should leave before the puking started and they got into a chain reaction, but feeling bad enough he couldn't quite leave. He decided to stick around, just for now, since Leo wasn't actively sick.

Jonah reached in for his belt and Leo groaned, resting his cheek on the arm that was draped over the toilet, "stop jostling my belly, you're making them move."

"You're insane," Jon rolled his eyes and then successfully undid his boyfriend's belt and zipper, releasing his poor bloated belly, "there you go. Take a deep breath, it'll settle d-"

Leo belched, frothy and disgusting, right on his face.

Jonah gagged himself, turning his face around and breathing in sharply, "LEO!"

"You asshole," was Leo's simple answer, planting a hand over his belly, "you should've told me."

"I am not the asshole here, you were clearly enjoying it" Jonah glared at him, standing up with a huff and barging out of the bathroom. He went to the suite, angrily stripping down from the social clothes and changing into the silk pants of pajamas, before taking his sweet sweet time with his skincare routine, brushing his teeth thoroughly.

When he returned to the room, he expected to find Leo in bed, sulking, but he wasn't back yet, so Jonah mentally braced for the disaster he'd find in the guest bathroom. Or how furious his boyfriend would be at being abandoned.

Instead he found Leo asleep, still draped over the toilet. The water was clean.

Jonah let out an amused snort, crouching down, "Leo," he shook him lightly, carefully hugging his waist and starting to pull him up, "bed."

"Squirmy," Leo groaned, burying his nose on Jonah's neck and planting another disgusting burp there, "upset."

"I'm sorry, baby," Jonah dragged him to bed, "maybe you should've thought of this before slurping two plates of sea cucumbers?"

Leo opened his eyes, lazily. They were dazed with sleep, "I think they're crawling up."

"Yeah, sure," Jon rolled his eyes, manhandling Leo to bed. Just the seafood and the heavy rum that Leo had had, sure were taking a toll on him, "lie down, sleep it off."

"Swimming swimming swiiUurkgh-" he retched, violently, and brought up a splash of vomit on his lap, a fucking sea cucumber nearly whole in the middle of the white slime.

"Fuck-" Jonah groaned, slamming a hand to his mouth and closing his eyes. He knew it was a lost fight, his gag reflex was already working, sending all of his own seafood up. He gulped down, "Leo, wake up," he slurred, shaking his boyfriend not so gently, "fuck-"

Leo groaned, head hanging tiredly, "told ya it was crawling up..." he wiped his mouth, "aw, my suit."

Jonah gagged, harshly and ran away from him. He burst into the bathroom in time to belch up a stream of barely digested fish risotto. In the bedroom, he heard as Leo burped again.

Jonah gulped fiercely, trying to get his belly on check, but it had been a sight straight from hell, the fucking sea cucumber in Leo's lap. Another stream of vomit rushed up despite his efforts, nearly choking him.

Jon whimpered, resting his forehead to the marble, "Leo?" he called, hugging his stomach and breathing deeply through his mouth, "Leo, talk to me, are you alive?"

"I'm sleepy."

"Don't-" he gulped down, squeezing the sink, "don't fall asleep, you need to-" another gag, "clean up."

"Jon? Are you okay?"

Jonah nodded, before he realized his boyfriend couldn't see him, "I'm fine. Can you strip down, please? And-" he swallowed another gag, "take it to the laundry room?"

"Okay..." Leo still sounded pretty out of it, but Jonah let out a sigh of relief at his easy going drunk boyfriend, "I feel really weird."

"You're drunk," Jonah washed his face from the cold sweat, cleaning the bowl and biting down another gag. Once he felt a little more steady, he dared to look in the room.

Leo had returned to bed, now completely naked and was lying like a starfish in the middle of the bed.

"Did the boxers need to go too?" Jonah let out a queasy smile, glancing around the room to make sure his drunk boyfriend hadn't missed anything. He didn't want to think of the state of the laundry room, he doubted Leo had the piece of mind to actually throw the fucking slug out or to start the washing machine.

"Squeezing me," Leo grumbled, planting a hand on his stomach. It was quite adorable, Jonah thought, rubbing a hand over his face and approaching the bed. Leo had the best built of all of them, abs that should be in a magazine, but he also had the sweetest belly when he ate too much, blushing near the belly button.

"Okay," Jon chuckled, tugging on the blankets, "baby, I need you to move so I can get in bed."

"Can't move," Leo groaned, "sloshing around."

"Well move carefully," Jonah pushed his shoulder, already frustrated, "c'mon, get under the blankets."

"You're so mean," the blonde rolled on his side, shielding his belly and Jonah raised his eyebrows, unimpressed as he got a full view of his boyfriend's bare ass.

"You haven't seen the half of it," he got under the blankets, then tugged on Leo again, forcing him to unfold, "shut up and sleep now."

"Slugs, Jon," the guy groaned, nose buried into the pillow, "there's slugs in me."

"Don't think about it," Jonah sighed, combing his fingers through Leo's hair, petting it to put him to sleep, "sleep."

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part I)

WELCOME TO NEW YORK

The village is aglow.

Everybody here wanted somethin' more.

It's been waitin' for you.

I could dance to this beat forevermore

The lights are so bright, but they never blind me.

Everybody here was someone else before.

You can want who you want.

Like any great love, it keeps you guessing.

Like any real love, it's ever-changing.

Like any true love, it drives you crazy.

But you know you wouldn't change anything.

BLANK SPACE

I could show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Oh, my God, look at that face.

You look like my next mistake.

Love's a game, wanna play?

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny?

I know you heard about me.

I'm dyin' to see how this one ends.

Grab your passport and my hand.

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames?

You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth thе pain.

They'll tеll you I'm insane.

I love the players and you love the game.

We'll take this way too far

I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name.

You're the king, baby, I'm your queen.

Worst is yet to come.

I can make all the tables turn.

Oh, my God, who is she?

I get drunk on jealousy.

You'll come back each time you leave.

Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Boys only want love if it's torture.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

STYLE

Could end in burnin' flames or paradise.

It's been a while since I have even heard from you.

I should just tell you to leave.

I know exactly where it leads.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.

I got that red lip classic thing that you like.

When we go crashin' down, we come back every time.

We never go out of style.

I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road.

I heard that you've been out and about with some other girl.

What you heard is true.

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you.

I've been there too a few times.

Take me home.

OUT OF THE WOODS

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple.

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we in the clear yet? 

We were built to fall apart.

Your necklace hanging from my neck.

The night we couldn't quite forget.

We decided to move the furniture so we could dance.

Baby, like we stood a chance.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

When you started crying, baby, I did too.

When the sun came up, I was lookin' at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I'm settin' you free.

The monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up, you were lookin' at me.

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY

People like you always want back the love they gave away.

People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed.

The more I think about it now, the less I know.

All I know is that you drove us off the road.

All you had to do was stay

Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

Now you say you want it back?

I don't know what to say.

I've been pickin' up the pieces of the mess you made.

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside.

People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

Let me remind you this was what you wanted.

You ended it.

You were all I wanted.

SHAKE IT OFF

I stay out too late.

Got nothin' in my brain.

That's what people say.

I go on too many dates.

The players gonna play.

The haters gonna hate.

I'm just gonna shake off.

I never miss a beat.

I'm lightnin' on my feet.

That's what they don't see.

I'm dancin' on my own.

I make the moves up as I go.

That's what they don't know.

You could've been gettin' down to this sick beat.

My ex-man brought his new girlfriend.

Won't you come on over, baby?

I WISH YOU WOULD

It's in the past.

You're thinkin' that I hate you now 'cause you still don't know what I never said.

I wish you would come back.

Wish I never hung up the phone like I did.

I'll never forget you as long as I live.

Wish you were right here, right now.

We're a crooked love in a straight line down.

Makes you want to run and hide.

It makes you turn right back around.

I wish we could go back.

Remember what we were fightin' for.

I miss you too much to be mad anymore.

You always knew how to push my buttons.

You give me everything and nothin'.

This mad, mad love makes you come runnin'.

BAD BLOOD (+ REMIX)

Now we got bad blood.

You know it used to be mad love.

So take a look what you've done.

Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve them.

You made a really deep cut.

Did you have to do this?

I was thinking that you could be trusted.

Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?

I couldn't breathe.

Salt in the wound like you're laughin' right at me.

It's so sad to think about the good times.

Did you think we'd be fine?

Still got scars on my back from your knife

So don't think it's in the past.

These kinda wounds, they last and they last.

Did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you.

Time can heal, but this won't.

So if you're comin' my way, just don't.

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

You say sorry just for show.

If you live like that, you live with ghosts .

If you love like that, blood runs cold.

I can't take it back.

I don't hate you, but I hate to critique, overrate you.

These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you.

Take time and erase you.

No, I don't fear no more.

Respect ain't quite sincere no more.

Remember when you tried to write me off?

Remember when you thought I'd take a loss?

You thought that I would need ya.

It was my season for battle wounds, battle scars, body bumped, bruised.

Still, all my life, I got money and power.

You gotta live with the bad blood now.

You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go.

[syzxu]

"Uhm, what room is this?"

AU: RobloxDoors!MC Genre: idk, something good Warnings: Cursing/Swearing Notes: MC thinks it's another floor and believes the others are either traps or deadweight.

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Creeeak..!

Bzzt, thump!

Knock, knock, knock!

Bang, bang!

All kinds of creepy sounds could be heard left and right, up and down. Everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

It's almost like going insane.

Well, who wouldn't lose their sanity from a seemingly endless array of rooms? Each damn door always led to various but repetitive rooms. There's always another door to open but never the exit.

Creaaak, RrrRrrRrrRrr.. (rolling ball)

Great, another dark room. Lemme just turn on my flash...

As soon as I turn it on and point it forward, a floating orb with a face with short tentacles screamed at me.

"YYAAA!"

"AH, FUCK!-"

I land on my butt, finding the damn thing nowhere to be seen. Damn Screech...

I stand up and go through the dark room, looting the place and getting to the next door.

Once I open it, large eyes planted themselves onto the walls. Staring at me with either curiosity or indifference. Like they know something I don't.

Fortunately, I do know something. In a few rooms, he will appear.

I ignore these eyes, going to the next room where more of them appeared. Each with corresponding sounds of thumps and cracks.

With each room I go through, these eyes just kept increasing in number. All of them stared at my very soul, itching away at the last specks of sanity in me.

Until the next room was a long hallway, and the eyes completely disappeared. A loud silence fills the room despite the thunderstorm outside.

I look ahead, and I see the little numbers on the door plate. 78.. Just a few more until 100.

I slowly start to walk forward, keeping my feet on the luxurious red carpet. I get close to the door and instinctively, feel a shiver up my spine.

I look behind me, seeing "him".

This black gooey humanoid was climbing out of the floor, surrounded by the same goo. And his eye, the same eye as the others in the previous rooms. The only thing different is that its curiosity is mixed with hostility.

The room was also engulfed in this red color, swirling around trying to get to me.

I quickly start running, not looking back as loud thumps echoed behind me. My whole body was shaking with adrenaline, being able to quickly react when I'm going towards the wrong door.

Thump, thump, thump!!

I'm scared. I don't want to die. Not when I'm so close.

Thump, thump, thump!!

My heart almost beat out of my chest when I go through the sixth door, the same hallway but with large gooey hands trying to grab from outside. The chandeliers have fallen and created a fire in the room. Shards of glass glittered on the floor and the thunderstorm sounded way louder than before the windows broke.

The door in front of me opened, allowing me to run inside. Safe from the boss just outside the room.

The door slammed close just as he got close, followed by bangs on the door and the red light coming from outside shining bright with each bang. Until it was all quiet.

I stare at the door, my hand on my chest as I heave breaths. My whole body shook from the excess adrenaline and gave out from sheer terror.

God, I am sick of this. Why am I still dreaming? Am I even dreaming? This feels way too real to be a dream. Fuck this, I just want to wake up already.

A blue light shined behind me, making me aware of the next room. Let's just get this over with.

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"How is Dupe in room 99?" I asked nobody in particular, looking between the two doors. One had the number 99 and the other 666.

"Uhm.." It's pretty obvious one is a fake and the other is real. But why do I feel I'm being called by the other room? Which is weird cause I don't remember anything before I entered this hotel. Nothing.

I slowly stepped toward door 666, hovering my hand on the handle when I heard voices on the other side. Wait, voices? Is this a trap?

I grab my crucifix, which I've been putting on hold just in case there was a boss in room 100. Dupe is probably the other door, seeing as this door hasn't jumped me yet.

I let out a breath and opened the door quickly, using the crucifix as my shield.

...

It's strangely quiet. No distant lightning, no pitter-patter on the window. Not even the sound of the lights flickering.

I opened my eyes and saw a big hall, with colors that are different from the rooms I usually saw. The colors I first saw were darkish purple.

And one bright red-wearing person in the middle of the hall.

"Uhm.."

I look back from where I came from and found the void seeping into the room when the door closed by itself.

Staring forward again, I notice the other people in the room and quickly hide the crucifix behind me, the embarrassment rushing to my face.

"So.. what room is this?"

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The new exchange student seemed.. strange to say the least.

They look unkempt and messy. Aren't humans known to be quite the clean freaks? Well, considering that they had a crucifix earlier, they could be in a religious cult.

"..shshh...roo...shh.." The first thing the human said. Lord Diavolo had a troubled look on his face. It seems I'm not the only one.

Their voice was barely decipherable. There was this noise that scratches while they talk.

Lord Diavolo could only clear his throat and start with the welcoming process.

"Ahem. Welcome to the Devildom!" His voice boomed throughout the hall. Another strange thing, the human didn't seem frightened by it.

However, they became cautious. Judging by the way they started wandering around the room. Hm?

"You have been selected to be an exchange student in the Royal Academy of Diavolo, RAD for short." Lord Diavolo smiled brightly, watching the human with interest as they get comfortable with the situation.

Too comfortable in fact. They had suddenly stepped into a near cupboard, being extremely quiet.

Beelzebub's crunching could only cut the silence for so long.

"Ahem, uhm.." Lord Diavolo's smile cracked a little, seeming confused about what to do. He glanced at Barbatos, the butler quickly springing to action.

The green-haired butler walked towards the cupboards where the human was and knocked, the human slightly opening the doors to peek.

"...is...shhh..ne..?" The human spoke again, their voice mixed with this strange noise. Barbatos seemed to understand them at least.

He donned a calm smile, nodding and reassuring the human.

The human stayed quiet and after a minute, they stepped out once again into the light and everyone's sight.

Very strange indeed.

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It doesn't seem like Rush, or any of the other monsters are on this new floor. Seeing as they were so confused when I hid.

Perhaps this floor might be safe?.. What were the lights flickering for then? Sometimes, the lights flickered late and would often cause me near-death experiences.

The people in front of me have been talking for a while. Explaining what my situation is and what is expected of me in the school.

This is weird, wasn't I just in a hotel earlier? Why am I a student now?

"...Understood?" The black-haired one asked me with a stern look, his arms crossed on his back.

I mean, I wasn't really listening. Kinda like skimming but with audio instead.

I nodded and drifted off into my thoughts again. Listening to their conversation wasn't a priority in my brain.

Reaching the exit was and still is my number one priority. And listening to their stupid conversation about school isn't going to help me reach it.

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Couldn't wait to put this out, even tho there are probably not enough words idk. gonna do part two later

[vomitpukey]

OC story, mind the tags.

Mike was jealous of a lot of people.

He's jealous Vincent gets to look so similar to the love of his life, jealous he gets to have blood ties to God himself. He's... jealous over far more petty things, too. Jealous Ryan gets such a colorful mask, jealous that he and Ville always get removed from gamenight premises forcefully, hell if he's being honest he's jealous over the fact just about everyone is taller then him.

There's, of course, one thing he's the most envious of: Pet.

The very idea of owning any sort of animal companion has been ruined thanks to this one pathetic creature. Mike despises it, hates the fact that he isn't allowed to harm it. He watches as it gets paraded around by God, daring to be *scared* of such a luxury. He watches as Pet is lovingly hurt - God would, of course, never hurt something without reason. It needs to be punished that much, Mike is sure of it - by his lord, watches as it defiles the ground God walks on with its tears.

The Lord made envy a sin for a reason, and Mike tries oh so hard to fight it. It is, of course, tempting to give into such feelings to partake in such blasphemous emotions. Mike steels himself, refusing to give into temptation every. Single. Time.

It's finally paid off.

Mike has all he's ever wanted. Pet left, dared to harm his God, and then escaped his loving embrace.

He gets to be his saviors new toy.

He is currently with his savior, purring as he's lovingly pet. He lets out a yip as he's suddenly pulled up by his hair, Mike looking up to Ville with pure devotion.

"You make a horrid replacement."

The rabbit comments, a look of pure disgust on the still functioning part of his face, his ears twitching, the burnt one's nerves still barly working.

"I didn't even have to break you in, you're-... You're so *broken* already."

Mike doesn't respond. The man not to speak unless told to.

It drives Ville absolutely insane.

"Yes, God, I'm listening."

"Are you even listening to me? It's impossible to tell if there's any life behind those eyes of yours, Micheal."

Ville scoffs at this, pushing the other off his lap and waiting for him to move. Waiting for him to do *anything*.

Mike's determined to show the Lord he's even better than his last pet, so he doesn't move until told to.

Scorched hands grab at his exposed flesh, Ville picking the man up and setting him at the dining table.

"Eat."

He states rather boredly, knowing his toy won't question the food he's being given. It's raw meat.

Ville lets out a sigh as the other digs in, knowing that even once he's sick from the food, he won't be entertaining.

Oh, how he misses Jeremy.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

~~Blazing Blitz's Palace~~~

"Oblivion's right. We need to stop her here and now or things will indeed get worse. We have to focus now! We all need to attack!" Joker saw the more disturbing things surrounding them but smaller ones were still trying to grab Oblivion to bring her to Blitz's side. She need to get her in order for the plan to work but couldn't due to them protecting her.

"...You can't protect her forever you know. Just hand her over. I'm getting sick of these stupid fucking games!" She wanted to end this causing her palace to shake and tremble. A few cracks were seen as she had some parasites try to grab Oblivion only for Goemon to stop them while Fox saw Joker aiming to have his own persona try to attack but Blitz dodge. She jumps back seeing the tendrils in her back moving.

"*Sighs* How foolish...your only delaying her infection. All this fighting is pointless you know. I could just force her to just come to me but where's the fun in that? I won't ask again. Hand. Her. Over." she warns.

"Your not getting Oblivion. You'll have to get past us to do that."

~~ADA office/yokohoma~~

Akiko saw this too with the others in the ADA office worried. They knew Fosh could do this to stop this insane woman from doing more worse harm. Though, their worries were still seeing and hearing the noises on the screen.

~~The BB facility~~

She saw some burning into ashes and yet, others just kept coming. Yoshihiro kept using his blade, swiping all that tires to come near. It leaves him furious that they just kept coming when seeing two screech out to wrap their trendils around both Yoshihiro's ankle and Hellmare's ankle to lift them up. He sees some others reaching as he swings his blade again.

~~Forest area~~

The transformation was nothing new to Blitz but this one felt....a bit more towards her anger. These little shits ruined everything even if she was holding her stomach feeling like her body was aching in pain. She only looks down not really in pain but only feeling her anger fueling her.

"I've had enough.." she said in a warning tone to feeling the parasites growing that something was bloating on her back. "You little fuckers just don't get it. You won't let me continue and who cares if I did all that. I was doing it just to get Tae! You ruined my plans but....I'm sure I can return the favor."

Suddenly, her doctor coat rips showing much more larger trendils that had spikes ready to rip someone apart. The same black goo drips from these as this also effected her skin changing it as the same color. She was changing and turning into more of a beast than human. Seems she wanted to end this all before it got worse. Her eyes changed to pitch black due to her quirk but this only made her hands pitch black while showing purple veins spreading from her hands to her arms. She only feels goo dripping from her mouth only to show monster sized parasites as she feels the trendils.

"I'll make sure you all pay for this. For destroying my work." she said but twitches her head while feeling her bones crack and snap out of portion.

"You'll not stop me and all the hard work I put this through..I'll kill all of you and everyone in this damn town!" she barked only for loud roaring coming from the parasites that it would hurt another's ears as they looked really disturbing from their appearance.

"But..I'll start with making sure those brats, including your friends back home and Tae suffers. I know my babies already found them and will do their best to insure they suffer for this.." she said holding a hand out. "Now get out of my way and die!"

~~Blazing Blitz’s Palace/Metaverse~~

“But Oblivion you-”

“I think that will work. If we can do that, then we might have the chance to take her down before things get worse.” Joker looks to the group with Skull wincing from the attack but he was fine with Morgana helping him.

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[alleiwentcrazy]

Now with a part two!

There’s a guy that comes to the cafe Eddie’s working at. Every other day, he comes to the counter, smiles at Eddie and gives him a post-it with “hi, an americano with two sugars please :)” written on it. He has a different color of post-it assigned for every day. Eddie smiles back and makes the americano, trying to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest. 

Needless to say, the guy is insanely cute. He has swoopy chestnut hair, droopy, almost puppy-like eyes, and two moles on his neck that make him look like he’s been bitten by a vampire. Eddie’s not sure if he finds it more adorable or sexy; either way, he’s definitely developed a crush. And now, after months of trying to gather up his courage to say hi, after months of pining and staring from afar... He’s still nowhere near ready to talk to him. And Chrissy’s not letting him live it down. 

“You’re insufferable,” she whispers to him frantically when the guy comes through the door on the first Monday of December. “Do something more than smile dumbly or I’ll fire you.”

“You can’t fire me,” Eddie hisses back as he tries to dust pastry crumbs off of his shirt. 

“I’m the manager. I can do whatever I want,” she chirps back and goes on to cleaning the machines that don’t need to be cleaned, because Eddie did that twenty minutes ago. 

The guy comes to the counter. There are snowflakes in his hair, big and soft. Eddie thinks that they compliment his eyes—then he realizes that it’s a weird thing to notice about a stranger. 

The stranger smiles. Eddie smiles back. Today’s post-it is light purple.

Eddie makes the americano. It’s muscle memory at this point, he’s not even thinking about what he’s doing until he has to force a lid onto the cup and serve it to his customer. Hell, whatever. He grabs a sharpie and bends down to drabble something on the cup, trying not to spill the coffee. He manages to draw an ugly looking snake that was supposed to be a dragon, cringes, writes “Have a nice day!” underneath it and prays that it isn’t too weird.

Of course it is. But, miraculously, the guy looks at it, huffs a tiny laugh and smiles right at Eddie and – yeah, whatever, curse him – the whole room lights up. Yes, it’s sappy. Sue him. He could be sappy for this guy—if the guy wanted it.

He takes his coffee and leaves, but before he crosses the threshold, he turns back and waves at Eddie, using only three fingers. It’s a small wave, but a wave nonetheless, so Eddie sends him his best grin and waves back.

When he’s finally out, Eddie bends over the counter and groans. Chrissy pats him between the shoulderblades, mocking sympathy. “You’re on probation,” she whispers. Eddie groans once again. This is hell.

***

He has to call in sick on Wednesday. Now that he’s thinking about it, he kind of knew that the mayo smelled funny and it wasn’t good anymore. But he’s a broke college student and he had a choice: stale bread with mayo and a slice of tomato, or just stale bread with a slice of tomato. These weren’t even real choices. It was suffering or suffering.

Apparently, he’d chosen double suffering, and he had a whole night of hurling to prove it. Good thing he doesn’t have to send Chrissy any photos of what he had to deal with – when he calls, she cuts him off with “Just take my afternoon shift tomorrow and we’re even. You’ll miss out on your cutie, it’s a punishment in and of itself,” and goes on with her day.

Eddie’s so grateful for Chrissy. He wouldn’t get anywhere without her. 

***

Eddie doesn’t expect his guy to come on Thursday, it isn’t his regular schedule, so he’s in for a surprise when his morning shift ends and turns into Chrissy’s afternoon shift, and then, some time later, his guy comes in—and he’s not alone.

He’s with a girl. With a pretty, pretty girl, who has beautifully curly brown hair, inquisitive eyes and kind but determined expression on her face. There’s something quite unique about her; Eddie thinks, briefly, that she looks like she’s from another era. Like if they were living in the 80s, she would have a perm, wear bold lipstick and have a whole wall of degrees and certificates in her office. She seems to be destined for great things. She’s a badass.

Eddie’s nothing like her. He tries to swallow down the jealousy as they near the counter. His – his? – guy looks surprised, but smiles either way, his eyes lighting up in a matter of seconds.

“Hi,” the girl says. Her own smile is so nice and warm Eddie can’t stay mopey for too long. “I’ll have a latte with two shots of espresso, and…”

She turns to the guy beside her, but Eddie doesn’t have to know the answer. “An americano with two sugars. On it.”

Their eyes lock for a second. The guy seems a bit shy, but he’s still smiling. Eddie counts that as a win. But he’s still quick with their coffees. He can sense the staring contest they’re having even while he has his back turned to them. He kinda wants them gone, but they didn’t ask for to go, so he just tries to stay calm. Focused. Sharp.

Fortunately, he doesn’t spill anything. They get their order and sit in a corner. It doesn’t look like a date, they pull out books and notes, scribble and sign from time to time. The girl clearly knows more than just the basics of ASL, unlike Eddie. Since the guy started showing up, he’s been trying to learn more about it, but now he makes a mental note to enroll on a course. It’s time to commit – to what, exactly, he’s not sure. But he’s gonna make it happen.

Hours pass, but they stay in the same position. Eddie steals a glance every now and then, trying not to let his jealousy get to the surface again, but it’s hard. The guy is cute, the girl is smart and beautiful. He decides to call Chrissy on his way home – if he has to pine, she’ll suffer with him.

The end of his shift is nearing when he hears a giggle from the godforsaken corner. He looks up from the cups he’s been rearranging and sees that it’s his guy’s girl who’s laughing. She’s laughing at yet another girl, who’s standing outside and drawing hearts on the dirty window. She has a goofy grin on her face, one that makes her eyes and her prominent cheekbones pop even more, and it’s the same grin that the girl inside is wearing at the moment.

Now, Eddie doesn’t know a lot about love, but he definitely recognizes heart eyes when he sees them. He smiles to himself – don’t judge a book by its cover, huh?

His guy looks exasperated about being completely ignored, so he taps the glass a few times. The girl outside looks at him, shocked, like she’s only just seen him now, sticks out her tongue at him, and goes back to blowing kisses at her girlfriend. The guy looks truly wounded. Eddie snorts; the dynamic here is immaculate.

In the meantime, the not-his-guy's girl has gathered her things and prepared to leave. She kisses his cheek on her way out, but the guy stays put, bending over his papers again. Eddie thinks it’s quite interesting. Then, he makes a plan.

When he’s done with work, his guy is still there. Which is perfect. Eddie fixes his hair one last time, trying to gauge whether his outfit is metal enough (it is) for the occasion, and grabs the americano with two sugars he’s made.

It’s alright. Everything’s alright.

His wildly beating heart isn’t so sure about that.

When he gets to his guy’s table, he sets the piece of paper on it first. “Looks like you’re swamped – it’s on the house,” it says. The guy looks up, surprised, his mouth opened in a tiny oh. His eyes go wide for a moment and then he smiles. Something warm settles inside Eddie’s chest.

The guy picks up a pen and writes “Thank you!!!” on Eddie’s piece of paper, but before giving it back, he changes his mind. “I’m Steve,” he scribbles, and then gives it back with a flash of smile.

He smiles a lot. It’s an amazing sight.

“Hello, Steve. I’m Eddie. Nice to meet you,” Eddie replies. “What are you working on?” he adds after a second, because he’s feeling bold and he really doesn’t want to go yet.

The guy – Steve – sighs. He makes some room on the loveseat he’s occupying and pushes his books to the middle. Eddie takes it as a cue to sit down. Their knees bump, Eddie gets goosebumps, but he doesn’t move away. Neither does Steve.

“I’ve got an assignment on modern fantasy and its mythological origins, but I’m not as nerdy as my friends so I’m struggling a bit. Nance helped, but she’s not an expert either and my other nerdy friends went for a trip. Maybe you have any experience?”

Eddie’s eyes open wide and he bounces with excitement, nodding his head along the way. “YES,” he writes, all caps, and Steve huffs another laugh. They look at each other then, Eddie all hyped and ready, Steve—soft? There’s no other way to describe it. His gaze is gentle, almost caring. Eddie can feel his cheeks warm up.

His phone buzzes aggressively in his pocket. He checks it – it’s Chrissy. She’s got her period and she’s out of tampons.

“Shit,” he mumbles. Steve bumps their shoulders.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Eddie picks up the pen. “Tiny emergency, I’m sorry. Tomorrow?”

He knows that his hopeful stare must seem desperate, but Steve reads his reply, looks up and smiles, nodding. Eddie wants to scream victory, but he only nods back and gets up instead. When he’s about to turn and leave, he feels fingers wrap around his hand, delicate but firm. Slowly, Steve opens up his hand and writes something on it.

It’s a phone number. “In case you get sick again :)”

Eddie can’t hold back his dopey smile any longer. When he looks at Steve, the corners of his lips quirk up too. He’s lovely.

Eddie can’t wait for tomorrow.

[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Routines

Tim and Marinette lived busy lives.

It was by choice, of course.

They were both prominent figures in their fields that could pick and choose the assignments they wished to take, had more money than they could ever dream of using thanks to the hefty trust fund that being even tangentially related to Bruce Wayne provided, and no one would blame them if they were to lessen or give up their vigilantism. If they wished, there was nothing stopping them from taking a smaller workload, from using up all of their sick days, from taking vacations, from quitting their jobs entirely...

That being said, they likely never would.

And the tabloids loved to speculate on their relationship because of it. How could they spend much time together if Tim was always at work, developing new technology for Wayne Enterprises? Marinette was cheating, how could she not when so much of her job as a designer involved getting up close and personal with models? Not to mention all of the business trips. Surely, the relationship had some kind of monetary motivation, or maybe it was just to more seamlessly merge their companies, or it had only happened for PR reasons.

They let them speculate. They simply didn’t know better.

The tabloids didn’t get to see how they acted behind closed doors, after all.

There would be days where neither of them went in to work. It wasn’t due to some sort of sickness that Tim had caught thanks to his lack of spleen, nor would it be because Marinette had hit some kind of artist’s block. No, it was simply because they wanted to spend time together.

~

They took breaks. Technically. If you squint.

There would be days where neither of them went into work. It wasn’t due to some sort of sickness that Tim had caught thanks to his lack of spleen, nor would it be because Marinette had hit some kind of artist’s block. No, it was simply because they wanted to spend time together.

They would turn on the coffee machine and then make their way over to the sofa. Marinette would nestle herself into his side and smile as he wrapped his arm around her. He would pull her as close as he possibly could so he could still use both arms to type.

He usually took video calls like this. It was always so much easier to maintain a pleasant smile, even when people often looked down on him for his age, because whenever he felt it start to waver he could simply look down at his girlfriend and suddenly he would find that it would be back in full force.

She would prop her sketchbook on her legs and start on some new designs. The designs she did like this were always, inexplicably, more lively than the other ones -- full of vibrant colors and swooping curves in a way that some of her other works lacked. If asked, Marinette would joke that the secret ingredient was love.

And, sure, this wasn’t technically taking a break from work. They were still productive, still did tasks...

But they counted it. They always came back to work the next day with the same euphoric feelings in their chests, the same springs in their steps. How could they not? They’d spent the entire day doing what they loved with the person that they loved. Who could ever want a break from that?

~

Every time one of them came back from a business trip, they made sure to spend the night together.

Tim would lay back in bed, Marinette on top of him. Her head would come to rest on his chest, clutching the back of his shirt tightly. His fingers would find their way to her hair and she would huff a little, knowing that her hair was about to get hopelessly tangled as he fidgeted with the silky strands, but she would nuzzle into his chest all the same.

They would watch a TV show. It didn’t matter whether it was good or bad. As long as there were people and some semblance of a plot, they would gladly stay wrapped up in each other’s arms to watch it.

Tim would rattle off whatever theories he had developed as they came to mind. Some of them were absolutely insane, he knew, and would never happen… but it was worth making a fool of himself if it got Marinette’s face to light up or if he earned one of those little giggles that escaped her when he was instantly proven wrong.

Marinette would, at least, pause the show whenever she wanted to talk, though it wasn’t out of an understanding of how time works. No, it was so she could sit up a little in his lap and point at whichever character had offended her this time. She would go on long rants about how makeup was just as important as outfits in costuming, but it was often overlooked in favor of making the actors look pretty. And, maybe she had already said all of this before, but it’s important, Tim! And he would just nod his agreement. Because it was important -- a TV night certainly wouldn’t feel like a TV night without at least one rant.

And then the screen would go black, the most recent episode done.

Tim would draw back a little and then pretend to be shocked when his hands were stuck in her hair.

“Oh noooooo,” he’d say. “I guess I can’t let go yet.”

“How unfortunate,” she would deadpan.

He’d smile cheekily at her.

“Shut up.”

“But I didn’t even say anything!” He’d argue with overexaggerated offense.

She would smile, shaking her head as much as she could with the fingers in her hair. “You didn’t have to. You have a presence about you.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” he’d say.

And, sometimes, she’d bring her hands up to cup his face. “Not sure if it was a compliment, but I definitely wouldn’t have it any other way,” she’d whisper before pulling him closer for a kiss.

… but, most of the time she would just laugh and say: “It wasn’t one.”

~

Once a month, Marinette tried to teach Tim to cook. Of course, they both knew it was a hopeless endeavor. He’d failed to make mac n’ cheese once, and Marinette -- who had lived the first eighteen years of her life in a Parisian bakery -- wasn’t good at discerning which meals were ‘easy to do’.

But that didn’t stop her from trying.

She would come up with a new recipe, would claim that this one was truly dummy proof…

And then Tim, dummy that he was, would manage to mess it up. Without fail, he would find some way to do something wrong. He would leave the milk on the stove and then be surprised when said milk on the stove decided to revolt against the system. He would raise the temperature on the thing they were baking so it would go faster and then be shocked when the cake didn’t rise at all. He would put too much in the mixer and then not understand why the contents had exploded over the two of them.

Worst thing was, she was pretty sure he was actually trying. He just… couldn’t seem to do it.

So, she would just kiss the disappointed frown off of his face and promise that they would do better next time.

And, every time without fail, he would light up.

“There will be a next time?” He would ask.

“Yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute, I can’t say I love being covered in ingredients.”

Tim would kiss her cheek, and then draw back and lick his lips. “I don’t know, I kind of like it. Something about my girlfriend being covered in tasty food really does something for me.”

“Like I said: you’re lucky you’re cute.”

And, even though she would say that, there was no mistaking the amusement dancing in her eyes.

~

They weren’t particularly religious, it was hard to be when Marinette had a god living in her earrings that obeyed her every command…

Which meant celebrations for the two of them were few and far between.

But, at least, they celebrated their anniversary.

They would sit on the rooftop, the blankets doing nothing to keep the hard tiles of the roof from digging into them and they did even less against the chilly Gotham air.

She’d stare up at the sky with him.

And, since it was Gotham, there were very few stars to be seen through the dark red and black haze of clouds that hung over the city.

But they didn’t mind.

Marinette smiled. “It’s our colors.”

He didn’t look over, watching the colors swirl above them. “Even the sky thinks we’re a good couple.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. The sky god really does have a thing for love.”

He gave a short puff of laughter and finally tore his eyes away from the sky. “Really?”

She shrugged, grinning at him. “No clue. There might not even be a sky god.”

He scoffed and untangled his hand from its blanket prison to give her a tiny shove. She could have dodged the attempt with ease, but she allowed the hand to make contact.

To her surprise, he grabbed ahold of her shoulder and pulled her into him. She gave an undignified little squeak and, if it weren’t for the fact that he was right there, she would have probably faceplanted onto the tile.

But, instead, her face came crashing into his soft, pillowy shoulder.

She looked up at the crooked grin that she had come to love over the years and huffed, pulling her own arms free so she could shove him. For real.

He flopped back, the hand he’d managed to get out coming to rest over his chest as if he were hurt.

“How could you? Roofs hurt, you know.”

“Well, yeah, if you throw yourself down on tiles it’s not going to feel too great.”

He cracked a grin, though he quickly tamped it down to keep up the act: “Victim blaming at its finest.”

She rolled her eyes and leaned over him. One of her hands cradled his cheek, her thumb tracing the tiny scar on his cheekbone.

He looked up at her. And she thought, somewhere, that maybe the reason the pollution in the city was just some kind of coverup so no one would know that they all resided in Tim’s eyes.

And then she cursed herself mentally for thinking something so cheesy.

She had to make up for it somehow:

“You’re the worst, I hope you know that.”

“I am. But you love me anyway.”

Dang it. How was she supposed to feign being annoyed when he looked at her like that? With that soft smile and thick lashes and hair that framed his face just so.

She decided it wasn’t worth trying to pretend.

Marinette let herself match his smile.

“I do.”

“Save those words for our wedding,” he joked softly.

She rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even proposed yet.”

“I could be doing that right now. Who knows, this could all be my plan.”

“It’d be a good plan,” she said. “I’d probably say yes.”

He narrowed his eyes just slightly. “Isn’t that essentially you proposing to me?”

She tipped her head to the side, considering, then she laughed a little. “I guess it kind of is. So, Tim, will you marry me?”

His eyes widened to an almost comical degree.

And then his face lit up with a smile that made her heart flutter.

“I hope you know I want a ring.”

She giggled. “Just say yes, you idiot. We can always get the ring tomorrow.”

His smile only stretched further. “Yes. I’d love to marry you.”

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning closer until her lips brushed against his.

“I love you, too,” he breathed.

Marinette didn’t hesitate any longer, tilting her head to give him a proper kiss. He freed himself of the blanket and she gasped a little against his lips as he wrapped her up in it as well, drawing her close.

She pulled away just a little, her forehead coming to rest against his. She couldn’t seem to get the dopey smile off of her face, but she wasn't completely sure she even wanted it gone.

“I proposed first, so I won,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.

He smiled. “No, I did.”

[midnightscxre]

feral-fuqboi-danny​:

Her words were like honey, soft slow perfection as she spoke so happily about his atrocities. Something in him still wanted to disbelieve her. It was just all too good to be true, having someone so intrigued by the horrors he’s committed. “Clare, I hope you know what you do to me when you talk like that.” He huffs out, hand traveling up to grab at her hair, gently tugging her closer with it. “Maybe if we ever get out of this place I’ll help you kill her.” He’s already so mad to learn that someone vexed his girl. Oh….his girl. That sounded nice, if Clare was his girl.

A deep breath leaves him as he leans in to kiss her cheek, wanting to just lock her away, keep her to himself. “Mn….my father.” His fingers untangle from her crimson strands and he leans back against the couch, already feeling the anger bubble up on his gut just remembering the man. “He was abusive, to me, and my mother. He would starve me if I did any little thing to piss him off, if I was just in his way at the wrong time. He’d lock me out of the house, throw away my belongings, break them. He hurt my cat once, when I was about ten years old. I won’t go into detail but it was enough to make me plan for his death since then.”

Danny sighs and wraps his arms around Clare as she sits atop him. “He’s gone, I don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’re here, I want to focus on you, not him.” Gently he cups her cheeks, looking into her gemstone eyes, memorizing them. “Can I kiss you?”

Controlling grab was answered with drugged like state. She surrendered to the force of his grip, absorbed the true need for something sublime they both believed they will not discover in this lifetime or the next. Lips melted across the peach colored cheek, breath hitched from delight. Sinister man like a warlock, placing spell after spell on her very soul. “  Mmm. . . and what is that I do to you, Daniel? “ tone soft and delicious like  strawberries dipped in white chocolate. Why was this so insanely unreal? Senses screaming they found their sacred place, altar to worship on, despite the rules written in stone. Fear of the unknown, when she will part from him in a few days sank its fangs into her spine and the venom climbed up to her heart -- but she couldn’t pull away, she wouldn’t -- she yearned for him in ways no iron will could help her, body and spirit ruling this situation, mind just left intoxicated in silence of what will come from this in the future. 

On the offer, the body stiffened, jaw slightly clenched. It was. . . like a wedding present in the most gruesome way. Not that she didn’t think about murdering Elise multiple times, but the mere sight of the woman again kept her away. Would it be different if he was there, by her side? Heart nearly broke the bone of the rib with its harsh and strong beats. Sharp nails brushed over his scalp, greedily, tenderly, passionately. Thick thighs pushed over his lap, as she climbed on top of her throne.  “  Careful Danny, such offers seem as  a marriage proposal to some sick bitches. . .”  Oh they were completely deranged. Nose lovingly grazed his. “  You can’t go around offering such intimate things. You never know when that kind of a crazy bitch will take it seriously. “ breathy voice warned gleefully. Full lips the color of ripe apples pressed in a thin line, worried gaze explored his face while the other hand so  delicately stroked his neck up to his cheek and back, comforting him not even being fully aware of her doings.

 “  If this place is real, so is hell. And I hope every horrific, most painful torture is inflicted on him. “ Honestly she stated, getting closer. “ If not. . . I’ll make sure of it personally once I drop dead for real, getting my golden ticket to it. He will wish the devil got his hands on him instead, I promise you that. “  no matter how this sounded like a childish dream, Clare was serious. The request summoned the rosy cheeks like a flute does a snake, fang sank in the pillowy lip and eyes sparkled like stars. The shy state was gone in a mere second, when the woman confidently leaned, diving into the cursed space between them, lips gingerly grazing his before the snow white teeth gently but firmly capture his lower lip. “  Can you? “ devilish expression filled with elation spread across the vixen’s face.