#like oh yeah whale couple all the way

[seokwoosmole]

Woo Young Woo can have Lee Junho

But Jung Myung Seok is for the fans

[fairyofshampgyu]

Devil by the Window 𖤐⁶⁶⁶𖤍♱

genre: smut, succubus demon

Pairing: beomgyu x succubus! Reader

Warnings: reader is a s*x demon, smut, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, blow job, pegging, riding, ass slapping, hair pulling, overstimulation

Word count: 1.5k

No matter what beomgyu does, he cannot seem to sleep at all.

He could scream from the utter frustration. He feels tired so why isn’t he asleep?! Could it be the coffee he had in the morning? But he always has coffee and it never does that to him. Was it the thriller he watched with Kai? He doesn’t really find stuff like that scary though. Beomgyu has tried everything from counting sheep to asmr whale sounds, none of it seems to work.

That’s when he feels the outside breeze coming from his window and being hit with the sudden yet subtle coldness. He swears he can hear something whispering his name continuously but it’s probably just the wind. 

Wasn’t his window closed? He could have sworn he never opened it. That’s strange. He leaves the comforting warmness of his sheets and gets up to close the window, lying back down and beginning to close his eyes. But he feels the chilliness almost instantly again, he sighs, opening his eyes and noticing his window was open somehow yet again.

What the hell? Now he’s a bit freaked out, there’s no way the wind could just open his window like that. He closed it fully shut too. A million thoughts race his mind, it could be because it’s dark—he’s been deprived of sleep for hours, watching that thriller earlier on and also he can be a bit of a hypochondriac—but the only reasonable explanation he could think of was a serial killer.

He’s going to get murdered tonight. Unsuspecting victim gets brutally stabbed in the middle of the night in their own home. He can already see the headlines. That’s when he sees a shadow slowing creeping in through his window. Okay, he’s absolutely, definitely, completely going to die tonight. He tries to scream but is muffled by their hand.

“Shushh relax, baby. I’m not here to kill you. Well, I could if I wanted to, but you’re too cute to die just yet.” You say to him in a sultry voice that’s not very reassuring. That’s when he’s actually able to see what’s in front of him.

Small horns on your head, matching tail, black lingerie and tits practically pouring out. Glitter shimmering and scattering parts of their face and body. This is definitely him hallucinating from the lack of sleep right now but he asks anyway, “What…What are you?”

You laugh, “I’m your wet dreams. A sex demon, succubus. I fuck people at night.”

“Oh. Cool.” Damn, he doesn’t even get this good hallucinations when he’s high.

“Oh cool? I usually get more of a reaction than that. That’s a first.”

“Are you gonna fuck me then? You can fuck me if you want.” Beomgyu shrugs, he doesn’t really care if he’s hallucinating at this point, it’s better than staring off into darkness, trying to go to sleep, crazed out of his mind. At least whatever his imagination conjured up was hot. Although, he didn’t think he was THAT freaky he has to admit. He’s kinda turned on now though.

“Wow. You really are a different one. Are you really not fazed at all? I’m a demon.”

“Yeah I didn’t know I had some sort of demon kink either. This hallucination is wild.”

“Hallucination? This isn’t a hallucination. I am very real.”

“Whatever you say.”

“This is real! I am literally real bro.”

“You can’t really prove it.”

You sigh, frustrated. “Whatever. I don’t care, I just need to fuck someone.”

Not wasting anytime, since you need to fuck in order to survive and you haven’t fucked anyone in mere hours, you crawl on his bed, sitting in front of him and pulling out his already hard dick from his plaid pajama bottoms.

You pump him a couple times then bring your mouth to his dick, sticking your tongue out and dragging his tip back and forth against it. His precum dribbling onto your tongue as you continued swirling your tongue around his tip. And then you take take him in properly. He gasps as you fit pretty much all of him in your mouth without even gagging even though he’s quite big. Must be demon things or something.

You carry on bobbing your head up and down on his dick, holding his hips down as he cutely gripped your horns with his hands for dear life, moaning out prettily. The human’s already going to cum and you can sense it.

“Need to cum…” He whimpers and says after a while, his thighs clenching.

“Aw I haven’t even started yet and you already need to cum? What a cute human. Go on then.” You say, condescendingly.

So he does, whining out and gripping on your horns even tighter, hips lifting off the mattress and squirting into your mouth.

Next, you throw him like a rag doll to his desk you see and bend his pretty figure over it.

“Wanna be fucked?”

He nods fast.

Supposedly out of thin air since beomgyu doesn’t recall you having it on previously, you’re in a strap on, dildo already lubed as well.

You slowly push the dildo into his ass and he moans, slumping his body more onto the desk. You hold onto his waist, thrusting into him. You speed up and beomgyu moans and whines even louder each time you roughly pound into him.

You slap his little ass and it seems to elicit even more moans out of him.

“More…more pleas-ahh…” He begs.

You slap his ass repeatedly until his cute cheeks and skin are red and marked, fucking into him even more harshly and fast, skin slapping sounds so loud at this point.

You tug on his long hair, still spanking his red ass and all he can do is moan continuously, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of his hair pulled, being spanked and fucked dumb too much for him, he’s practically drooling.

He’s never been fucked this good ever. At the back of his mind, he’s beginning to question whether this was all really just a hallucination of his, everything feeling almost too real. But he’s feeling way too blissed out to give a damn at all. He can’t stop his dick from leaking from it all, he could cum any second again.

“Such a whore hmmn? Just a cumslut wanting to be fucked by anything? That you even wanna be fucked by a demon?” You pull on his hair, bringing his face up. But all beomgyu can do is pant and moan even louder.

“Say it. What are you?”

“Your cumslut-ahh…” He slurs, eyes heavy and glazed up.

You take his dick, pumping it fast at the same rhythm of pounding into him and he yelps, spurting heaps of his cum onto his desk. He slumps on there, catching his breath, shutting his eyes.

You push him back on the bed, holding his dainty wrists next to his head and he complies. You straddle his waist, lining up his cock to your cunt and sinking on it, beomgyu letting out a broken mewl, he’s too sensitive but he doesn’t want you to stop at all. You begin to ride him, rolling your hips on his.

You’re starting to like this particular human. You like how he’s eager and lets you do whatever you want to him. Others haven’t been as fun. Men and their egos. This one’s also very mesmerising to look at, his features making him look like he was sculpted by the gods, you hate to admit. His reactions and moans so pretty as well. You’re tempted to keep him all only to yourself forever.

You pick up your speed significantly, riding him to oblivion, sounds of it all sticky and he’s a moaning mess, seemingly in a trance from how out of it he looks. You let your devil tail trail, moving to his face to caress it as he groans to the side, cheeks blushed.

It then slowly trails down his body along his neck and to his nipples where it continuously prods, pinching and playing with them. Beomgyu endlessly moans, gasps, whimpering and whining, any kind of sounds coming out of his mouth as you bounce wildly over his hips, up and down.

“Please…cum…need” The words not coming out of his mouth as his brain goes fuzzy and eyes get clouded, his moans increasing in octaves then his breath hitches and he spills all his cum once more.

You still continue to bounce on him erratically though, milking him of every drop he has as he spasms underneath you, overstimulated, he’s seeing stars and his ears ring from the unparalleled bliss he’s feeling. Is he gonna pass out?

“I’ll see you again soon. Sweet dreams~”

~~🌀🌀🌀~~

Beomgyu wakes up.

That was one heck of a wet dream…or hallucination…whatever it was. He feels sore and his legs kinda ache, pants soiled. He feels like a pubescent teenager again ew.

The breeze comes in through his window. He gets up to close it, seeing a trail of a glitter from the window to his roof. Huh. That’s weird.

PLEASE actually reblog and comment if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and nice if you do tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 👎🤨

[wileys-russo]

"Let's never speak of this again!" with mearps in the zoo?

mary earps

"oh and look they have two kinds of elephants!" you gasped shoving your phone in your girlfriends face who hummed with an amused smile, knowing there wasn't a point in her saying anything anyway since you were so caught up in your excitment.

"you're such a nerd man, they're just animals!" ella turned around with a laugh from the seat in front as you shot her a filthy look, alessia tugging her back down as you huffed.

"ignore her love. what else do we need to see?" mary squeezed your knee to gain your attention back, your head falling to her shoulder as you flipped from the zoo website to your notes app running her through your ideal itinerary.

"you realise we have like the whole day yeah? we don't have to rush, i'm sure loads of people can see it all in a few hours." mary smiled as you stressed how you didn't want to miss out on anything, the goalkeeper kissing your cheek affectionately.

"look, babies!" you perked up as esme dangled over the back of your seat showing you a live feed of the new lion cubs as you gasped and the two of you fell into conversation, the blonde probably the only person as excited as you were for today.

"alright alright jesus you're gonna yank my hand off woman!" mary groaned as the bus parked up and the girls made their way off, your hand firmly gripping onto marys as you dragged her toward the entrance much to the amusement of everyone else.

"yeah we need those hands thanks, safest hands in england!" rachel yelled after the two of you with a grin. "okay baby. where to first?" mary chuckled once the pair of you were inside, a map tucked into her back pocket.

you'd claimed you'd stared at it on your phone long enough to know the zoo like the back of your hand but mary knew you too well and wanted to be as prepared as possible.

the first couple of hours you spent dragging your girlfriend from animal to animal, rattling off fact after fact much to her amusement and the rest of the girls annoyance and it didn't take long until it was just the two of you.

"see? my plan worked." you sang out with a grin as you and mary stood alone watching the otters, the goalkeeper sending you a funny look. "i knew if i waffled on about the animals enough everyone would leave us alone, much more romantic." you beamed, mary letting out a laugh of surprise.

"oh you're evil, i love you so much." the girl tugged you into a kiss, both of you pulling away with a smile as mary interlocked your fingers and the two of you strode off toward the next animal.

marys grin grew as you both waved at a small group of your united teammates, the girls waving back but making no move to join you much to her pleasure. "see? like our own private zoo date." you winked, the taller girl kissing your cheek.

"did i already tell you i love you?"

though your facts may have driven everyone else up the wall mary genuinely enjoyed learning more about each animal and seeing the way your eyes lit up when she'd asked a question.

your childhood dream had always been to work with animals but once you did a back gate keeper for the day tour of london zoo and realised the job was ninety percent cleaning up after them you were grateful to have chosen football instead.

arriving to the aquatic section was when the dynamic flipped, mary now the one to rattle off fact after fact about the different types of penguins and seals, her interests in whales meaning she'd watched an endless amount of oceanic documentaries.

in fact much to your friends endless teasings that was how most of your date nights when you'd choose to stay in would go, the pair of you happily curled up together on the sofa eating a takeaway and watching some sort of animal documentary.

marys david attenborough impression was even getting better by the day.

pausing your travels to eat lunch with the team you both settled back in with the group, your animal facts banned from the table as you rolled your eyes but indulged their wishes. instead you took ella and maya up on a game of finger football, taking turns to kick a small ball of rubbish through goals made with one anothers hands.

taking an easy victory and leaving behind a fuming tooney for alessia and katie to deal with you and mary eagerly left the group behind again, making a beeline for the africa section.

elephants were your favorite animal and mary knew this, watching on with disgustingly lovesick eyes as the two of you spent well over a half an hour watching them.

next up was the tigers and with the zoo closed to the public for the day and most of the girls having started at this section it once again left just you and mary alone together, the taller girl hugging you tightly from behind as your intertwined hands sat against your stomach.

the two of you watched as two of them began to playfight, mary making quick work of commentating in her infamous attenborough impression, heart swelling at the sound of your laugh.

only it took a split second for the two of you to realise they weren't play fighting, yet you were both seemingly unable to drag your eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of you, wide eyed with both terror and curiosity.

once they'd finished there was a tense silence between the two of you, mary letting go as you spun around to face her. "did we just watch two tigers have sex?" you questioned bluntly as the goalkeeper nodded.

"yep, like a couple of perverts." mary confirmed, another silence falling as you both opened your mouths and spoke again at the same time before hurrying away.

"lets never speak of this again!"

[levilxvr]

aot characters and their favourite christmas activities

ft. levi, erwin, armin, eren, mikasa

cw: modern au, fluff

levi- christmas markets

he loves them and they’re probably one of the best ways to get into the festive mood. When it comes to the holidays, his favourite thing to do is drive around the towns and stop by at different christmas markets. It’s kinda like a little date as well, and you’ll spend hours walking along the stalls with him picking up every piece of decoration that catches your eye, tasting wine and getting customised gingerbread houses.

The highlight of the trip is always that one homemade tea leaf stand you visit every year. That’s where levi will be tasting every sample they offer, getting absorbed into the history behind the tea and all sorts of fancy stuff. By the end of the day the entire back row of his car is loaded with souvenirs from the christmas markets, along with a couple boxes of unique tea leaves. His favourite is the orange cinnamon blend- every night the citrusy, sweet scent wafts around the living room as he enjoys it while watching tv with you.

erwin- knitting matching ugly sweaters

ok look i have this headcanon that erwin loves to knit and crochet. It’s one of his love languages, making those cute little yarn octopi and whales that you can turn into keychains and all. But when it’s christmas time he goes full focus mode, spending days knitting ugly christmas sweaters for both of you to wear. Every year erwin does a different colour theme. Last year was red and neon green, this year you both agreed on dark green and white.

He likes knitting while you lie with him on the couch, your head resting on his abdomen as you cuddle his legs while he’s creating his sweaters. It’s also easy for him to gauge your size since you’re right there and he can just slap the material on your back. Hange always teases him for being all cute and sappy, putting in effort to make matching goofy outfits but he doesn’t mind. All that matters is that you’re warm and cozy.

armin- cookie baking

What better way to spend the christmas season together than to have a cookie date? Armin invites you over every year so you can bake with him. He’s got everything covered, basic ingredients, bowls, sprinkles, icing and toppings. It’s really therapeutic and peaceful, hanging out with him as you bake all sorts of flavoured cookies. He’s great in the kitchen and knows every recipe like the back of his hand- he can just eyeball the ingredients and they always turn out perfect.

His favourite part is decorating the cookies. Armin loves spending quality time with you alone like this, chatting about anything while you help each other spread icing and dump loads of sprinkles. The real fun starts when one of you splats icing on the other, and by the time the cookies are done being decorated the both of you are covered in basically everything too lol

eren- gingerbread house competitions

Eren buys those HUGE sets like the family sized ones- but one for each of you. According to him, the bigger the better. (ykyk) Oh yeah he likes doing those timelapses as well for fun to send to armin and mikasa once you’re done. Even though he says it’s just a friendly game, it turns into a whole chaotic scene when you’re in the middle of piping icing on the roof and his entire house collapses and cracks lmaoo he’d be so pissed

Then he starts blaming it on the gingerbread quality and pleads with you to let him do yours together instead. He’d be super sweet though, standing behind you with his arms round your waist while you’re putting the jellies around it. He’d be diligently handing you more fruit drops cuz you don’t trust him with your house after what happened. In the end he eats like everything and leaves you the door and one panel of the roof.

mikasa- building snowmen

she’s such a sweetheart. Loves building snowmen representing you and her in the yard, and wraps her scarf on one of them.

“that one’s you.” she points to the one with the scarf.

“shouldn’t that be you?”

“no, my snowman gave your snowman the scarf so yours can keep warm.” she wraps an arm around you and you reach up to kiss her cheek, already blushing from the cold. After that you continue making all sorts of snowmen for the others, stacking them together in a row along the fence so you can admire them every time you go out.

Before you head back into the house she stops in front of the two snowmen closer to each other, crouches down and draws a little heart on the ground. She smiles in satisfaction, because now they’re complete.

[eden-evergreen]

Your boyfriend walks in on you while showering

eren jaeger (aot) + ohma tokita (ka).

synopsis -> mini drabbles, with a whole lotta fluff <3. established relationships; eren’s story set in a modern domestic setting

warning -> mention and description of constipation in ohma’s story, nothing vulgar — just a heads up to not dent your appetite if you’re consuming food. it wasn’t meant to be as unhinged as it was, but i think it would’ve happened between him and his s/o at least once T_T

Eren

It was when he heard the whoosh of the shower and assumed you were going to take a while in there… as you always do… and he needed to use the toilet.

Slightly premeditated? Perhaps… but he couldn’t afford to wait 20 minutes and you decided to take a shower after you washed the dishes together… just as you warned him. He also wanted to see you naked, because it felt like forever since he last all of you… its only been two days.

You remained focused on yourself as he snuck through the door caressing your skin and humming a sweet tune… he was incredibly silent against the background noise of the shower.

You turn around to reach for the soap when a foggy big figure appeared in you peripheral.

“AHHH”, you snatched the glass shower screen open and peaked your head out, “Eren, you almost gave me a heart attack?! Can you let me know when you’re gonna come in please??”

“Sorry love”, he says as he flushes the toilet and washes his hands, “you look good, mind if I get a better view?”. He licks his lips as he eyes you up and down. If his eyes where a representative of his stomach it would be growling right now, you looked delicious and he was starving.

“Hmph, fine… but lets keep it PG okay?”.

He rips his t-shirt over his head “Yeah, of course”, the swiftness of his response was not very convincing. But then again, its hard to keep it PG when he looks as good as he does.

Ohma

Ohma is has a colossal appetite. Appropriately so, it takes a lot to maintain his broad physique and fuel his extreme training programme. As he’s off training the majority of the day, you’d sometimes make his dinner after work. He’d rather you not do it, especially since he comes back so late causing you to go bed much later than you should’ve. Plus its a lot to make at once… a family pot’s worth of food will only last about a 2 dinners with him.

Tonight you decided it was worth it as it was a weekend so you could afford the later night’s sleep — and hopefully some extra time with him. You made a hearty portion of mixed meat skewers — his favourite.

Ohma was very grateful for the meal, kissing your forehead before digging into the feast. You save some aside for yourself, eating alongside him in a comfortable silence. He continued to eat his meal as you finished yours and made your way into the shower. You assume Ohma’s going to join you when he’s done so you could wash his back.

Instead he barges into the toilet damn near breaking the door! He sits on the toilet seat letting a huge one rip he groans soon after.

“OH COME ON OHMA!!!”, you whaled, quickly grabbing your towel and escorting yourself out the bathroom.

“Too… much… protein —”, he groans continuing to defecate with the door open.

That poor man. You love Ohma, you really do… but his proteins sh*ts are none your business. Its given with how much of it he consumes on a daily basis, you’ve had a couple of blockages of your toilet before but he was careful enough to make sure you weren’t exposed to it. Until now… he was clearly suffering.

You swung the door shut behind him as he buried his head in his lap, groaning at the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. You put on some slippers before going downstairs, checking if he’s washed his dish(es). You come to find all the meat… two days worth is g o n e.

After an hour he seemed to have stabilised. He took a shower before joining you on the sofa with his head in your lap, cheek smooshed against your pillowy thighs.

You caressed his black locks brushing them out of his eyes, “you shouldn’t have eaten the 3 trays of meat Ohma”.

“I know, but it tasted so good…. And your cooking is much better than mine”. He winced in pain, closing his eyes in an attempt to mask the pain, “your ass looked sexy in the shower by the way”. He smirked before wincing in pain once more burying his face in to your lap. You scoffed at his comment:

‘Men are such simple beings’.

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - april

TOTAL: 4 604 low but on the upside i plotted out and got started on the last chapter for cherry wine's capital arc, FUCK yes finally. X_X

POSTED: nothing new! a battlefield terra scene languishing in my files since 2017 tho.

IN PROGRESS -cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO chapter 10 (1 548 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (2 553 words) -bleach: attempt at one of my unusual inheritances prompts that swiftly died on me (503 words) (if you ever think "oh it's such an obvious plot i will remember for sure" THAT IS SATAN LYING TO YOU.)

-- cherry wine (short bcs spoilers everywhere) --

Then they were approaching the well-lit area before the hall where people milled around, and the brouhaha covered the edge of their voices, as Madara asked, "So, what did you do?"

"Mm, nothing too extreme. I merely felt regretful that I couldn't keep Yukiha-san company, so I... referred her to some."

Madara's eyebrows quirked dubiously.

"The pink kind."

"--Pfhah."

He'd done a little more than that, really. When he'd asked the Haruno girls what they thought about hatesex (in favor; spicy), and their ability to convince a very horny, grumpy, desperate kunoichi to let herself be bedded (very high; just had to challenge her superiority), he'd also asked them for the favor of their alpha brother's sweatier underclothes, to plant in her bedroom afterwards. They would have a fun couple of weeks waiting to be certain she wasn't carrying a bellyful of civilian bastards.

-- suburban ot4 --

Nelliel rolls like a beached whale, morose and defeated. Her phone keeps containing nothing of interest. 

Tier of course hasn't contacted her directly since their last in-person meeting, because she doesn't believe in chatting up ex-girlfriends. Especially because her current girlfriends are jealous and threatened somehow, even after Nelliel told them about getting knocked up by Grimmjow.

They all think she has shit taste in men, see, but they don't doubt her taste in women is more refined. 

Her only recent messages are from Grimmjow and Hime.

... Her most recent message is from Hime! Right now! Ohh, she was letting things settle a bit before she started hounding her in case the Kurosakis wanted space, but!

Hime-chan: Nel-chan, hello! Are you here?

She wants to talk! Live! Right now!

Me: yes!!!!!! :D :D :D hi! what's up?? Hime-chan: #^__^#<3 Hime-chan: oh, nothing much! I was just wondering if you're busy or maybe if you would want to go out for a walk? I was going to take kazui and go check out that new pastry shop and i thought, that's not too far from where you are and maybe you're not too tired to go? Me: YES let me get dressed. Hime-chan: but if you don't feel up to it then take care of yourself Hime-chan: !! oh, great! Give us a half hour? Me: yeeeeeeeessss ill be waiting downstairs SEE YOU SOON

"Hot date, eh?"

Nelliel gives her boyfriend the crazed stare of don't get in my way. "Oh fuck yeah. With Hime and the kid. I am going to get so many cuddles."

He laughs at her. "Want me to clear out in case you get them to come home with you for coffee while you're at it?"

"... Nah. You can stay and babysit."

Grimmjow plants his hand on top of her skull and swings her right and left, then shoves her back down onto her pillows. She yowls in protest, grabbing his wrist to haul herself back up. "Stop that, I have to shower and get dressed! I can't meet Hime if I stink!"

"But you're fine stinking for me, I see how it is." He drags her to her feet, an amused half-smirk on his face. 

"You're a gross boy, though. Hime is fresh and cute and sweet. She's not into salty."

Grimmjow smirks even wider. "Oh, she's into all sorts of crazy shit. Made me a herring and ice cream sandwich once."

"... I kinda want to figure out what exactly this means in our sexy metaphor but I'm going to be late." Nelliel leans in to give him a cheek kiss and a semi-friendly headbutt and scampers off to the bathroom. "I've got a daaaate!"

"A friendship date!"

"Guys who don't have a date don't get to piss on my parade!"

-- ichigo and sisters, odd inheritance -- fic disappeared on me and left me without notes, idk if i'll ever figure out what to do with it --

Ichigo has been eighteen all of two months when he finally manages to get 1. custody of his sisters and 2. access to his inheritance. 

It's fast. Really fast. Dad's lawyer friend was cutthroat and very prepared. 

(Even if the guy looks so dubious and scruffy--)

Ichigo has been living in a group house on his own for seven months by then, and he knows the clinic wasn't completely paid off, and he knows it's been sold on -- all their personal effects are in storage, in a truck, in the truck the lawyer friend got him and the lawyer friend's even odder friend taught him to drive and he is never going to manage to repay them--

Anyway.

"Is this it?" Karin asks, dubious. 

Karin and Yuzu are crammed together on the passenger's seat, and they peer at the actual goddamned mansion looming at the top of the hill with the exact same dubiousness Ichigo feels. It's an european style, but from a century back at least, and wasn't exactly maintained well. He's not sure why Mom hung onto it instead of selling it off, but maybe there were no buyers. There used to be a village nearby but now there's two rickety houses and some farmland, mostly woods, and the house stands on such a slope that cutting down the trees to grow anything else would be completely pointless.

On the other side of the ridge is, apparently, the sea, but about fifty meters of cliffside down. No beach access either. Sigh. Whatever.

"I'll unlock the gate!" Yuzu exclaims, and pops out of the cab, legs wobbling on landing from the drive. The rusty noise as she pushes it open is, uh. Bad.

"Home sweet home," he grumbles as he drives the car through the gate.

Making it livable is going to take so much work.

But the roof isn't leaking and the heating and water still work, and miraculously one of the wings has failed to get infected by mold. So. It will do.

--

The first night they camp together in one of the living rooms, and it's nice. (Yuzu cries openly over being reunited, Karin cries while telling her not to cry, and Ichigo somehow manages to wait until they have fallen asleep.)

They don't really know what happened to their mom's family or why she has a hugeass house fit for like ten or fifteen very antisocial people that nobody else had a claim on. The way Kurosaki Masaki spent their childhood dodging the topic like an olympic slalom medalist had been read as 'it was Bad and Ungood but now it's OVER move along hahaha'. So of course, "If one of our grandparents is haunting this dust pile and they don't wait until tomorrow to bug us, I will throw their tablet in the sea," Karin was muttering, half as a joke, before she finally laid down. 

It's five AM and Ichigo isn't laughing. 

Of course there are ghosts. Anywhere he goes there are ghosts.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

More celebration shenanigans 💕

Jake + fluff numbers 2, 7, & 8!

Love you baby 🐿️!

Xoxo Mama May

Ooh, Jake fluff shenanigans? Ask and you shall receive, Mama May! I hope you enjoy this combination between “You’re beautiful, you know that, right?”, Person A stealing person B’s sweater/clothes and Having a tender moment in the early morning. This is so fluffy and sweet, I think it's going to give me cavities! Enjoy!

Oh, Sweet Baby of Mine

You hate waking up in the mornings, especially on days when you'd slept terribly the night before. You'd been up every couple of hours all night, walking up and down the hallway cradling your bump while avoiding those spots where the hardwood floor creaked and groaned. It wasn't indigestion or the baby completing a Cirque du Soleil routine against your bladder. Those were normal, and most of the time, the baby slept as long as your husband’s hand was over the bump now that they were older. Truthfully, you’ve been on edge for a while. You’re 35 weeks pregnant, and nothing feels right anymore. Your skin is stretched paper-thin across your bump, so thin you can trace the bludgeoning bumps of little hands and feet as they prod at the external stimuli. You can’t see your feet anymore, your ankles are swollen, and everything hurts.

And you’re exhausted all the time. Of course, it takes you ten minutes to settle into a position where you and the baby are comfortable, and Jake can slide an arm around your non-existent waist. You’d think your exhaustion would be enough to send you to sleep. Not true. Not true at all. You’d spent fifteen minutes staring at the wall before your eyes fluttered closed, only to wake up a few hours later. That cycle had repeated until around 4 in the morning when you’d finally slept, only to be woken up by Jake’s alarm two and a half hours later. When he’d crawled out of your bed and pressed a kiss to your head, you’d craned your head in his direction and hissed like a feral cat. 

“M’sorry, darlin’. I just wanted to let you know that I’m heading out for my run and will bring breakfast for you and our kiddo when I return. I love you!” He’d sounded so amused as he’d walked away, his pert ass on display in the sinfully tight shorts he insisted on wearing to run in each morning. It was a habit he kept even on weekend mornings when his wife was warm and waiting in his bed, and an early source of strife in your marriage. Your resulting response was a growl you know turned into a snore as you fell back asleep. Did you forget to mention the snoring? With Baby Seresin all up in your business, breathing while standing up was hard. Forget while you were on your side.

When you wake up this time, you feel better, if only because long fingers are on your feet, massaging all the knots from your swollen ankles.

“Jake?” Your voice is soft, sleep still clouding every sense as you melt into the mattress.

 “Yeah, darlin’. I’m back. I brought breakfast for you and the kiddo and your favorite herbal tea blend. And coffee for Daddy.” His voice never fails to make you smile, even when you’re a million years pregnant and feeling like a whale. 

You brace yourself on his forearm and carefully lever yourself up. Jake is, as expected, golden and gorgeous, and sweaty. It makes you long for the days you weren’t carrying a watermelon-sized child around in your body. The early days of your marriage and even the early days of your pregnancy had resulted in many a romp with your sweaty husband in the sheets, shower, and kitchen counter when he returned from his run. Now, you can’t even think of it. The baby is in the way, and as much as you love them, they get in the way of all your Mommy and Daddy time. 

It’s also not often that you’re in the mood anymore. You’re too pregnant, round, exhausted, and bloated to even think about it very often. It makes you huff as you scrounge around in the dresser for a sweater of Jake’s you can steal. Yours are all too uncomfortable, and Jake’s are perfectly soft and loose. You drag out his Longhorns hoodie and pull it on over your lace cami and shorts.

“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” His voice is reverent as he pulls you into his arms, carefully sliding his hands under the orange fabric so he can draw your belly up just until it takes the pressure off of your frame.

Your sigh as you melt into his skin is indecent. You can feel the ever-present ache in your shoulders and back ease as he takes the baby’s weight. You tip your head back to kiss Jake’s jaw, nuzzling further into his arms. He releases his hold on your stomach after about five minutes, pressing a kiss into the top of your head before taking your hand in his. 

“Breakfast, darlin’?” He’s got this admiring, possessive look in his eyes, one you adore and only see more as your belly grows.

“Yeah, Jake. Momma and Baby are both hungry. What’d you bring us?” He’s got eagle eyes on you as you carefully waddle your way down the stairs.

“I bought those bagel sandwiches that bubba was craving a few days ago. On yours, I have chicken sausage, egg, and cheese. To go with it, I got those spicy Jalapeno home fries with that cheesy chipotle sauce you drown everything in. And your tea, of course.”

Your tongue waters at the thought of getting breakfast in your mouth. So much so that you don’t even wait to sit at the table before you unwrap your sandwich and take a colossal bite. Jake’s eating at a much more measured pace standing next to you. It’s a few minutes before you slow down. Jake’s grinning fondly at you when you turn to him. 

“Darlin’, you’ve got a little something smeared on your cheek.” You scrunch your nose before dragging the napkin holder towards yourself and dragging a napkin over your entire face.

“Did I get it?” Your voice is a little sheepish as you hand him another napkin.

His voice is tender as he drags you close, tipping your face up and swabbing at your cheeks before slanting his mouth over yours. You can feel the cool metal of his ring against your cheek as you kiss him back with everything you have.

“God, Mr. Seresin. What was that for?” You’re a little breathless when he finally lets you go.

“For making me the happiest man in the world. I love you, Mrs. Seresin.” You kiss him one more time before cuddling into his arms and continuing to eat your breakfast. You love Jake with all your heart, and you love these early mornings with him even more, no matter how terribly you’ve slept or how early they have to be. You’re looking forward to these sleepy breakfasts even once your baby is born.

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Yours Submissively ~ Understanding

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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Previous: Consequences

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Ma’am?” 

“Ma’am?” 

“I’m not answering you, Ava.”  

“Belle?” 

“Yes?” She turned around to face her assistant with a cheeky grin.  

Ava smiled slightly then straighten her face. “You have an urgent call request from Mr. Stark.”  

“Tony? Did he say…” 

“No, just that he needed to reach you as soon as possible.”  

Belle reached for her phone and called Tony while inviting Ava to sit.  She waited for a moment before, “Hello?” 

“Hi Tony!” 

“Hey Belle.  How are you doing?” 

“Well, I’m a whale, so there is that.”  

“The most beautiful whale,” he replied with a laugh.  “So, you are aware that Delilah’s hearing is coming up correct?” 

“Steve informed me.”  Belle chewed on her lip before placing the call on speaker.  

“She has a request before trial.”  

“Has it been denied?” 

“No, not yet because I need to finish asking.”  

“Asking what?”  

“She wants to see you.  You and Barnes.  Barnes has already denied the request. To be fair, I also told Steve, but he said it was up to you.”  

Belle stood up to look out the window of her office. “How much time do I have?” 

“Couple of days. It might be good.  Give you closure.”  

She pinched the bridge of her nose.  “Thanks Tony.”  

“Any time kid. Take care of my niece and nephew.”  

“Always.”  She hung up and looked at Ava, who had a look of sympathy. “Ava, is Steve here or at the office?”  

“He’s here in his office on a conference call.  Devon already cleared his schedule for right after.”  

“Alright. What’s up after that?” 

“You have the charity meeting with Mrs. Potts-Stark for the Stark Foundation and then Miss Maximoff and Mrs. Romanoff – Wilson will be joining the both of you for lunch at the plaza before you come back to get ready for the gala.”  

“Alright.”  She looked at the picture of her and Steve at the wedding and played with her rings. “Ava, please make arrangements for us to go to the holding cells.  I’m going to talk with Steve, but I want to take care of this right away.”  

“Yes, ma’am.”  Ava stopped.  “Sorry.”  

“Its alright.” Belle smiled. “Is Bucky available?” 

Ava let her tablet slip a little at Bucky’s name.  “Oh, yes he’s in the gym.”  She flushed slightly.  

“Ok, I’m going to go see him.  Please let me know when Steve is available.” She got up slowly but made her way to the gym.  As she walked in, she could see Bucky hitting the heavy bag.  “Bucky?” 

He turned and saw she was looking at him with concern.  “Hey sweetheart. You ok?”  

“Are you ok?” 

“Just processing.”  

“Lila?” 

He bowed his head.  “Yeah. Stark?” 

“Yeah.  Told me what she wanted.  Gonna talk to Stevie. But I’m headed thereafter.  Would you like to go with me?” 

Bucky looked at her questionably. “Clint can’t take you?” 

“I’m sure he can.  Just thought I’d ask.” She turned to leave.  

“I hate her,” she heard.  She turned back.  “I hate that she used me to get to you.  That I couldn’t protect you.  She used me and I hate her.”  He sat on the bench.  “I was in love with her and I hadn’t told her but the feelings haven’t gone all the way yet.”  

“Bucky,” Belle said as she sat next to him and took his hand. “If you want her to know, tell her. If you just want her to know how hurt she left you, tell her. But it’s not a sign of weakness.  It’s a sign of growth.”  

“She hurt you, Belle.”  

“Yes, she did.  Which is what I’m going to tell her.  I need to do this for my children.  Having hate in my heart for her is just going to poison them.”  

“I’m glad,” Steve said, walking into the gym.  “She’s right Buck. It might allow you to move on.”  

Bucky sighed and shook his head and then froze when he saw Ava standing in the doorway. “H-Hi.”  

Ava blushed. “Belle I was just going to tell you that Mr. Rogers had finished but I see he found you.”  She turned to leave but stopped.  “Mr. Barnes, opening your heart to someone takes a lot of courage.  But it takes more courage to tell someone the truth, especially when they hurt you.  I hope that helps your confliction.”  

Bucky’s mouth opened slightly as the young woman walked out of the gym. “Hey Buck, you have a bit of drool there,” Steve teased, pointing to a corner of his mouth.  

“Shut up, punk.”  He grabbed his towel to wipe his face and hide the blush creeping up his neck. “We can leave in half hour.”  

“Perfect.  Ava and I will be ready.”  She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He retreated to his room to clean up and Steve wrapped his arms around his wife.  

‘I know what you’re doing, sweet pea.’  

“I’m not doing anything except letting nature run its course.”  She looked up.  “Will you come with me?” 

“Devon already cleared my schedule. I think its very brave love.”  

“I just want our children to be born in love and forgiveness even if we don’t forget.”  

Belle held Steve’s hand as she walked into the cells at the federal building with Bucky walking behind them.  Tony had arranged for Lila to meet them in a room, rather than the cells and had guards posted around.  “I’ll wait outside,” Bucky said.  

Belle frowned, “I thought you wanted to talk to her?” 

“I just want to see her.  Please just tell her I’ve moved on.”  Bucky took his post outside the door.  

Steve guided Belle in to see her former best friend, sitting in orange, chained to the table. “Hello Lila.”  

“Belle, wow. You look, well pregnant.” Lila gave her a once over.  

“Thanks.” Belle chewed her lip.  “How are you?” 

“Been better.  Made a deal with the US Attorney. Ten years with lifetime probation. Better than death.”  

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, my parents set me up with an account for when I get out but then I’m cut off. They won’t continue to support a traitor.  Their words.  Guess I deserve that.”  Lila looked at Belle right in the eyes.  “I’m so sorry Belle.  I was jealous that you got everything I wanted.  And Sharon, she told me it was the only way.”  

“You wanted Steve?” Steve’s grip tighten slightly on Belle. 

“No, no, I wanted to be with Bucky, but I was told, wrongly, that Bucky wanted you and that made me so mad. Was showing “evidence” that Bucky and Steve had an arrangement with you.  It didn’t make sense  but Sharon, she’s good. Doesn’t excuse what I did.” 

Belle looked at Lila with a completely shocked face. “Bucky and I are friends.  Best friends. I would have never done that to you.”  

Lila shrugged. “I knew about your dad but I didn’t think the innocent thing was real.  Not after Brock.” 

“Brock was gathering information on me.  He didn’t love or care about me. What changed in you? You used to be smart, sweet.” 

“I fell in love and I thought it was being taken from me. You have no idea what its like to live in my family’s shadow, in yours.  Oh that Belle, so strong, so smart. You got everything I ever wanted except for Bucky but I was lied to about that as well.  Sharon was convinced that you all were in some reverse harem or something. And I was weak.  I believed her.  When I watched Bucky sacrifice his safety to keep you safe I knew that it was different.  That the love you two shared was different from Steve.  By then it was too late and you were gone.” 

“I’m sorry you felt that way Li. You could have just talked to me, to Bucky, to any of us to get the truth.  Instead, you lost us all.” 

“I know,” Lila let a tear fall. She hesitated before asking, “How is he?” 

Belle contemplated what to say.  But she resolved.  “He’s hurting but he’s moving on.  He sends his regards but doesn’t want to see you.”  

“I understand.  Please just let him know that I did love him and that I’m sorry.”  

“I’ll pass the message.” Belle tried to stand up and Steve held onto her.  “I hope you find peace Lila.”  

“I’m so sorry again Belle.”  

Belle turned and walked away, not giving her forgiveness but forgiving her in her heart.  Bucky stood tall, red rimmed eyes from hearing an explanation. He smiled at Belle and walked in front to guide the couple out.  Steve knew it wasn’t the time to push. 

The gala was nothing special, just a way to raise money for charity.  The table was filled with the Avengers and guest.  Only Wanda and Vision were missing, having taken a trip to Edinburgh.  Steve kept his wife in his arms for most of the night, receiving congratulations on their impending changes. Belle got tired 30 minutes in, and he guided her to their table.  “I seem to remember the first time we went to a gala,” he whispered in her ear, kissing that sensitive spot on her neck.  “You intrigued me, sweet pea.”  

“I was terrified,” she replied with a soft look. “You intimidated me.  So powerful, so sexy.”  He growled in response. “It was electrifying when we danced.  Its why I ran.”  

“I’m glad I chased you, my love.”  

“I’m glad you chased me as well. I’ve never been happier.” 

He kissed her softly at first, deepening it a little more until a throat cleared from behind them. Steve looked at the interrupter to see Sam smirking at them.  “Sorry to interrupt but Steve, they are asking for you.”  

“Stupid speech,” he mumbled.  He kissed Belle’s forehead.  “I’ll be right back love.”  

“Wait,” she took a napkin and wiped the lipstick from his mouth. “I love you.”  

“Love you too.”  The rest of her table mates joined her as Steve made his way up front. Belle loves listening to her husband speak but her attention is drawn to Ava and Bucky.  She watched as Bucky stretched his arms and casually dropped his right arm on the back of her chair. Ava stiffened for a second at the action before relaxing again.  Belle snickered to herself as Bucky softly stroked Ava’s shoulder.   

Nat caught Belle’s eye with a smirk at Bucky’s actions. Applause from the crowd brought back their attention as Steve finished up his speech.  Belle took out her phone and sent him a text.  

B: Ask her to dance 

She watched as Bucky pulled out his phone and then shot her a look.  She smiled innocently at him, and he just shook his head.  He leaned over and said something to Ava, who blushed but nodded.  He stood up and offered his hand.  Ava looked back at Belle, and she nodded, encouraging the girl.  The pair headed to the dance floor as Nat came over and gave her a subtle high-five. “Nice work.”  

“I knew red was her color.”  Belle took a sip of her water. “Look.” She nodded to the dance floor to see both Ava and Bucky laughing at something before Ava leaned her head against him. “Aww.”  

Steve came to sit next to his wife and saw his best friend dancing. “Well, I’ll be.”  

“Happiness looks good on him,” Belle commented.  They watched as the song ended and Bucky led Ava out to the garden.  She focused on everyone else for a while, enjoying the music. 

“Whatcha thinking about, sweet pea?” 

“How happy I am.  Even after everything, I’m so happy.” She glanced over to the garden to see Bucky and Ava share a sweet kiss.  

Yes, everything was falling back into place.   

A happy, wonderful place.  

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Life's Great Lie 16

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Sand swirled on the flight deck. 

“I thought I told you not to do that while I’m driving!” snapped Jazz.

“It’s an emergency.”

Jazz twisted to look at Tucker.  “What, did something go wrong with--?”

“No, that’s all fine.  This, though?”  He pointed at the alien-spewing portal.  “This is an emergency.  Backup’s still got a ways to go before they reach the portal.  I came to scout things out.”

“How long is ‘a ways?’” asked Sam. 

“I don’t know.  You know how distances can get in there.  Maybe fifteen minutes?  I can pull a couple of people over with me at a time, like with Thor here, but—”

“Thor came with you?” interrupted Jazz. 

“Yeah, he’s—What the heck, how did he do that?  He’s huge.”

“Never mind that,” said Sam.  “Are you okay to keep using the staff like that?”

“I’m fine.  I’ve been managing my jerkish urges by being low-key kind of a jerk to Valerie.”

“That doesn’t sound like managing them at all, actually.”

“I’m fine.”

He didn’t sound fine.  But then, who was?  Not Jazz. 

“How’s the shield setup going?” continued Tucker, not giving Jazz a chance to dispute his statement. 

“Not great,” said Sam.  “Romanov got ahold of one of those bikes and we’re trying to get the generators set up on nearby buildings, but—” She summarized the rest of the technical problems (explosions, enemy forces, skyscraper roofs being really far apart) with a shrug. 

It really was too bad that Loki’s portal was so far up, and that they didn’t dare bring the Ops Center closer.  Then, they could have tried to encircle the portal with the Ops Center shield. 

But the blimp was not a match for space whales.  Or whatever those things actually were.  And they were still unclear on what forces Loki had in the building. 

Apart from Danny, who, really, was more than capable of drilling a hole through an unshielded Ops Center.

“How can I—Oh, heck.  He isn’t.”

“Isn’t what?” asked Jazz, trying to see what Tucker was so upset about.  She leaned forward and flinched as a gust of hot, sandy air scraped along the back of her neck.  “I hate that.”

“There!” said Sam, pointing. 

There was someone new on the roof of Stark Tower.  Two someones.  Thor, and now Tucker. 

“Oh, no, they’re both idiots,” said Jazz.  Her dramatic, tension-filled reunion with a mind-controlled family member could wait.  Why couldn’t Thor’s?

One of the computer banks beeped.  “We have incoming,” said Sam.  “Ten o’clock.”

“I see them,” said Jazz, spotting the small formation.  But the Ops Center didn’t have any power to spare.  All it had was going into the portal and the shields. 

“Should I go out?” asked Sam. 

“No way,” said Jazz.

“I have a bazooka.  And a jetpack.”

“That’s not—”

Something small and narrow arced upward into the lead glider, then exploded.   

“Oh, yeah,” said Sam.  “I’d forgotten about arrow boy.”

.

“Loki!  Turn off the Tesseract or I’ll destroy it!”

“Brother!” exclaimed Loki.  “Come, drink with me!  For the dawn of a new and more balanced age!”

Danny did not like that emphasis on balanced.  It sounded like something out of someone else’s mouth.   And Loki had said it, or something like it, before, to Iron Man, hadn’t he?  But Danny had other concerns at the moment.  “Hey,” he said, by way of greeting.  “So, before we start, is he drunk enough to be actually impaired?  He keeps telling me Asgardians are different and all, but I’m not super clear if he’s actually an Asgardian, like, species-wise, culturally, obviously, I mean.  Is he drunk?”

“What?” asked Thor. 

“Look, I haven’t slept in…  I just haven’t.  So.  Words.  Forget them.”  He pointed at Loki.  “Drunk?”

“I’m not drunk,” said Loki.  “I am merely showing Thor some hospitality.”

Thor scowled at them and turned his hammer on the Tesseract.  Naturally, it bounced off the shield, and Thor flew backward several meters. 

“Should I have warned him?” asked Danny.  He was sort of annoyed that Thor hadn’t at least answered the question about alcohol. 

“It wouldn’t have made any difference,” said Loki, draining another shot of alcohol.  “He never listens to me when I tell him things, anyway.”

“That might be because you’re sort of unhinged.”

“Oh, yes, so unlike SHIELD and Fury, using an infant as a soldier.”

A gust of sand blew over the roof, revealing Tucker. 

“Oh, hi, Tuck!” said Danny, waving.  “Here all by yourself?”

Tucker looked up, red flashing behind his glasses as he wobbled.  “A son of Ra never walks alone.  Wadjet rests upon my brow, Nekhbet shelters me with her wings.”

Oh, that didn’t sound good. 

“Finally,” said Loki.  “Someone who can give me a decent fight.”  He threw the glass aside and walked forward, only to be stopped by Thor. 

“No, brother,” said Thor.  “If you fight, you fight with me.”

“Well, sounds like it’s just you and me, then,” said Danny, pleasantly unsure about his odds against Tucker given their respective current states.  Ice crackled under his feet even as the air grew dry and desert-like.  To their side, Loki and Thor fought with more traditional means. 

Captain America and Black Widow zoomed by the tower on a stolen chitauri glider.  Both Danny and Loki noticed at the same time and turned to fire – Danny hoping Tucker would take advantage of the distraction, Loki for who knew what, considering he was still in the middle of a rather nasty sibling brawl, complete with hair pulling on both ends.

Thor tackled Loki and the bolt from the scepter missed.  Danny’s ectoblast didn’t.

.

It was only a slight graze, one that barely made the chitauri bike shudder, but it must have gone through something important, because although they weren’t in freefall, Steve and Natasha soon found themselves in a steep spiral.

Steve prepared to grab Natasha and jump.  Bleeding off even a little momentum meant a lot in these situations. 

But before they got close enough to the ground to do so, sand blasted up, buoying them up with enough force for Natasha to get more control and set them on the street in one piece even as individual grains of sand scored lines in their protective gear and sometimes their skin.  The sandstorm died down, revealing a street full of enemies, Stark Tower looming high above them, and other bikes hurtling towards the ground and exploding into fireballs.  The sandstorm had, apparently, been too much for them.  The street itself was, and there was no good way to say this, brutally shredded.  Not a single window on the block still had glass in it.  Was that where all the sand had come from?

The portal disgorged another huge creature, flanked by fliers.  Steve could spot what looked like hundreds of soldiers on it, made tiny by distance. 

“Well, plan A is screwed,” said Natasha, as they prepared to fight.  “What now?”

Steve touched his communicator – the Fenton Phone – then turned to slam a chitauri soldier into the ground.  He tossed the weapon to Natasha.  “Fentons,” he said, “we’ve been shot down.  Can you make a shield around the portals with the generators we’ve already dropped?”

“No can do, Cap!” shouted Jack Fenton.  “Any shield we could make right now would miss it by a mile!  Geometry’s all wrong!”

Steve looked up the tower again, casually deflecting an energy blast from one of the Chitauri.

“What’re you thinking?” asked Natasha. 

“What if we got some of the generators up on top of Stark Tower?”

“That might work,” said Maddie Fenton.  “We’re going to have to do some very fast and dirty math to get everything working, but I think it might work…”

There were screams – civilians – down the street, and Steve’s whole body twitched towards them.

“Give me the generators,” said Natasha, acquiring another weapon as her first one seemed to run out of charge.  “You go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.  Given how big Stark Tower is, and how many people Loki probably had, sneaking through that place is more my thing, anyway.”

“And I can give you some tips!” said Stark, who had, of course, been listening in.

“Alright,” said Steve, already planning on how best to organize a civilian retreat.  He tossed the pack of shield generators to Natasha, who caught them easily. 

“Don’t die!” she said. 

“Don’t plan on it!”

.

Tucker jerked his staff sideways with a gasp, and that was enough of an opening for Danny.  He stepped forward, smoothly, winter in his wake, sliding past the not-quite-real vulture and snake that had faded into being around Tucker. 

Duulaman had given Danny a lot of trouble the first time around, throwing constructs in his path and warping reality as he saw fit.  But there was a lot to be said about experience. 

He grabbed Tucker’s wrist and squeezed.  The snake sunk its teeth into Danny’s shoulder.  They all hissed.  Danny looked into Tucker’s red eyes, and wondered if the color of his eyes was just as jarring to Tucker. 

Then, the red flared brighter and Tucker—

Tucker dropped the scepter.  The red in his eyes vanished immediately. 

“No, no, no, I can’t do that,” said Tucker, whose skin had taken on a clammy, sickly cast.  “No, nope, not doing that, oh my gosh—”

Danny grabbed the scepter and tossed it over the edge of the building.  Which was… okay, that could have gone better.  

“Sorry,” said Danny.

“Crap,” said Tucker, but he wasn’t a threat any longer, so Danny let him go.  He had his orders. 

Protect Loki. 

“Loki!” shouted Thor, even as Danny pushed him away and called up a shield.  “Look at this! Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?”

“It’s too late,” said Loki, voice cracking.  “It’s too late to stop it.  Any of it.”

“The army isn’t ours,” reminded Danny, helpfully, looking back.  He could see the knife between Loki’s fingers. 

The sounds of battle seemed to swell.  The shadow of one of the huge space whales passed overhead. 

“Get me out of here,” whispered Loki.

“Got it,” said Danny, and he pulled them both off the side of the building. 

.

Tucker didn’t know how much more of this his heart could take.  First, Captain America and Black Widow going down, then the sudden fear that he’d killed them with that glass sandstorm, then Danny getting the scepter from him and tossing it off the roof, and now Danny and Loki were skydiving without parachutes.

Please let them not have pancaked on the ground.  He knew Danny could tap his flight a little, even in human form, but there was still that fear.

“Call back your staff!” called Thor.  “We must go!”

“Wh—I don’t know what you can do with your hammer, but I can’t just call back that thing,” said Tucker.  “It’s probably broken into a million pieces on the sidewalk by now!”  And good riddance, honestly.  He could still feel something in the back of his head.  Something nasty. 

“Have you ever tried?  Tools like that tend to return to their rightful owners,” said Thor, taking a few steps towards him.  “I do not pretend to know what you are going through with this ‘past life’ of yours, but you can control it.  Just as Banner controls his anger, or any mage of my people controls the power that flows through them.  And you must.  This city depends on us.”

“Oh, no pressure, then,” said Tucker. 

“Good man.”  Thor patted him on the shoulder and then jumped off the building.  Great!  Great.  It wasn’t like there was any other way for him to get off this roof, what with Loki’s other forces in the building.  He was stuck on the roof alone!

“Ughhhh.”

Or maybe not so alone.  He pulled his emergency lipstick out of his pocket.  Not the best weapon against humans – and he had no idea what it would do to aliens – but it was better than nothing.  And how arrogant had the staff made him, that he didn’t think to get something more robust from the Ops Center before leaving? 

Near the portal device, an old man was sitting up, holding his head.  “Ugh, oh, no.  Oh, no.”  He stared up at the portal in awe and horror. 

“Hey,” said Tucker. 

The man jumped.  “Who’re you?”

“Who’re you?”

They stared at each other for a moment. 

“… are you pointing a tube of lipstick at me?”

He had pretty good eyesight for such an old guy. 

“It’s a deadly laser,” said Tucker.  Well.  It was a laser, and it did have an association with death, via ghosts, so.  It wasn’t like he was lying.  “Are you one of Loki’s people?  Did you help make this?”

“I—Not of my own will.”  The man got to his feet shakily.  “I was—The scepter.  You can’t—You can’t protect against yourself.”

“I know the feeling,” said Tucker.  “You know any way to shut it off?”

The man nodded, slowly.  “Yes.  Yes, we did.”

“You and Danny?”

“All of us.  Loki…  There’s something very wrong with Loki.”

“Cool.  So.  How do we do it?”

“We need Loki’s staff.”

.

After they’d fallen a few stories, Danny flipped them into the building.  Whatever Tucker had done had taken out all the glass, leaving Stark Tower, with its ultra-modern design, missing much of its outer walls.  Loki landed easily, which maybe, maybe supported his position that he wasn’t drunk. 

Maybe. 

He also caught Danny by the arm when he stumbled.

“What’s wrong with you?” he snapped. 

“Uh.  Not sleeping in days.  What’s wrong with you?”

Loki scoffed.  “Hide us,” he ordered. 

Danny turned them invisible.

“So… What now?”

“I should be leading this army,” said Loki, looking out into the city, his eyes slightly unfocused even as Thor swooped down from the roof and back out into battle.  “I should be directing them—They should be hunting down these heroes, not wasting time with humans that aren’t even warriors.”

Danny swallowed.  Loki was right – right both ways, actually.  The way the chitauri were fighting was stupid, but it wasn’t stupid enough.  Fewer people would get hurt if they were focused on people who could take it.  Except…  “You do know it isn’t your army, right?  You do—What happens,” Danny tried, a bit desperately, “when your boss comes through that portal?”

Loki froze.  His breathing went shallow.  “No, no, no,” he said.  “That was not our bargain.  I will deliver the Tesseract and the scepter to him.  He has no reason… no reason…” 

“What did he do to you?” pushed Danny.  If he knew it was something bad, then maybe…

Loki shook his head.  “I need to take command.”  His voice was flat, lifeless. 

“Okay,” said Danny.  “Elevator or stairs?”

Green light flared from above, and they both strode to the edge of the floor to look up. 

.

“We’ve got increased energy influx, kiddos!” said Jack over the Ops Center intercom.  “Get ready to adjust for momentum bleed-off, Jazzypants!”

“Right, right, right,” said Jazz, making sure she had a good grip on the controls.  If this wound up being a thing where they had codenames printed in the newspaper, and hers wound up being Jazzypants, she’d be committing some crimes. 

“Wait, what does he mean momentum bleed-off?” asked Sam, who had noticed what controls Jazz had and was now buckling herself in. 

“Ever notice that you slow down when you go through a portal?”

“Sped up a few times, too.”

“Well, that energy goes somewhere, so—”

The Ops Center lurched, and Jazz steadied it in the air, running the engines just enough to keep them in place.  The anchor was all very well and good, but it had limits, too. 

A familiar figure, smaller than the space whales but, but still huge, with a weapon held in each of her four hands, emerged from the portal, trailing dozens of smaller glowing dots. 

“Yes!” shouted Sam.  “They made it!”

And then the shield cut out. 

“Uh, we might have underestimated the juice the portal would take when actively transmitting.  Just a bit.”

[lokitu]

Fast Food Rep, part 2

- commissioned and written by DeltaC -

ii.

John: DAMN. It’s been a few weeks since I came clean to Steve. The amount of guilt has been overwhelming Steve doesn’t deserve this. He took it relatively well. I was expecting a blow out. A full on fight. I wasn’t expecting the calm demeanor. The acceptance and the willingness to go forward with the situation.

And for some reason when Steve spoke of his future belly covering his cock and growing a wide bum…I don’t know it drove my motor into overdrive. I’ve never been harder. Never have I been as excited to take him then and there. It was the hottest night of love making we ever experienced. I want more. No, I need more!

**The following morning was what caught me off guard. True to his words he wanted a huge breakfast and damn did he demolish it all. The bloat he had afterwards. The bloat was such a sight I just had to rub his tummy. Just seeing him devour everything, the bloat, and the belly rubs it was simply too much. Not too long after the final bite did I notice my raging hard on in my underwear.**

Steve: So come on down and join me for a mega size meal down at Beluga Marv’s burger town! Where every hamburger patty is mega sized and grilled to perfection!

Director: And cut that’s a wrap! We’ll pick it up tomorrow morning. Great job everyone. Yo big Steve-O you are doing great. Are you sure you have never acted before? You are a natural.

Steve: Aww shucks you really think so?

Director: Absolutely! I mean you are a bit on the hefty side, but trust me if you lose a couple here and there you can make a killing as an actor. Heck, pack on enough muscle and you’ll be a Hemsworth!

Steve: Thanks again. Yeah, I’m not sure about that. Plus this belly here has grown on me.

Director: Haha pun intended? Huh cute and with a sense of humor. Here is my card if you ever change your mind and decide to drop a few.

***

Steve: Huh, a Hemsworth? Haha what a fun idea, but no, I rather enjoy the heft and that dervish twinkle behind John’ eyes every time he squeezes my belly. I don’t think John realizes how much my fat is turning him on these days. Our loving making has intensified tenfold. Before John would have me focus on his beefed up physique, but nowadays John seems more focused on me. I do love the gentle belly rubs he gives me. How John fondles and squeezes my budding love handles as he whispers sweet words into my ear. The way he describes my fattening body…there is a hunger in his tone that drives me wild and to eat more for him. To grow for my Papi. The breathless desire that wells up as he nuzzles my neck and smothers me in kisses. Sometimes it is sensory overload. No, I think this belly is here to stay.

***

John: There’s my big boy! How was your first day on set? I see we need to get you a new tank top. Your cute little belly is peaking underneath again. Mind if I tickle it?

Steve: Hehe. John cut that out, you know how ticklish I have become. First day was fun. Get this, the director thinks I can make it big as an actor.

John: Oh you have gotten BIG already baby.

Steve: Stop that already I’m blushing as is. You’re not going to stop until you get your hands on my tummy and tickle it aren’t you?

John: Maybe.

Steve: Gosh you can be such a kid sometimes, which is why I love you so much. Fine give it a quick squeeze…hey you said just the tummy! You made no mention of ass grabbing.

John: Eh I got greedy sue me.

As much as I miss Steve’s lean hunky body this increase isn’t half bad. His bum is still nice and firm as are his chest and arms. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad if he continues getting fatter. If he is able to maintain some muscle under all the fat he has been piling on we may be able to hit 300 lbs without him getting to be such a whale. Muscle does weigh more than fat. He just needs to keep on eating and gaining. It is selfish on my part, but at the pace Steve is gaining it looks like I am off the hook for being his replacement.

Steve: Earth to John. Why are you staring at me like that?

John: Oh it’s nothing. Say how’s about we hit a buffet and fill up that tummy of yours. Then we’ll go home and I’ll rub down that sexy belly of yours and who knows if you are a good boy I’ll let you…

Steve: Deal! You had me at the buffet. Let’s get going.

Damn he is so cute when he hears the mere mention of filling his tummy to the max. Yeah maybe a fat hubby won’t be so bad after all…

John: Umm babe let’s get you some new jeans too. As much as I love seeing you in form fitting jeans you are just about to split out of those.

Steve: What? Nooo? I just got these. There is no way I’m about to split them…

PING!

What was that?

John: That baby was your button flying off your jeans and into the camera cracking the lens. I say we slip out as quietly as we can before the cameraman notices.

Steve: Agreed! Ummm can we not run though?

John: Heh you got it big boy.

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[nientedal]

📓📓📓 (for the "explain the plot of a fanfiction that you haven't written but daydream about" ask game!)

OK so here's one: LINK

I have another one in which Roxanne receives a mysterious CD, or perhaps a flash drive, and it's full of orchestral/symphonic music. She does not know who it's from. The music is lovely but she can't find any matches for it online. People in music forums are stumped. And based on some of the track names, it was made for her.

She brings it to one of the sound guys at work and he emails her later and says you know, it's weird - this stuff sounds like it's being played by a full symphony, but the track metadata shows signs of intense layering. I'd estimate this is all played by one or two, maybe four people tops. Multi-instrumentalists playing everything over and over and over and then layering it all together into something big.

So, she's got a CD full of music, no idea where it came from or who made it. Made for her by someone (or a very few someones) not only writing pieces but playing them repeatedly and constructing them, which is...she's torn between "creepy" and "deeply impressively flattering." She finally goes with both, and goes home wracking her brain for who the fuck would send her this--

Because the thing is. The thing. Is. The emotion in some of these pieces is... a lot. The one called Roxanne sounds like being in love, honestly, and holy shit, whoever wrote it... she wants to meet them, creepy or no, because the OTHER thing is, there was no note. And there continues to be no note. Weeks and then months go by and there is no indication that anyone is ever going to follow up about it or demand anything from her, and that's honestly the weirdest part of everything.

It's Megamind, of course. Of course it is. And Minion as well - Minion does the vocals with words, because Megamind can sing but he sings like whales or trombones sing, he can't do singing with words, it doesn't work. Minion does percussion as well, and some strings. They both do strings. And Megamind does all the woodwinds and brass, because you do sort of need air for those and Minion doesn't breathe, and Megamind does the solo wordless vocals. He has quite a range.

And there's a couple of ways I have Roxanne find out about this. One I'm fond of is that she works out where Evil Lair is and she gets inside, and she finds them working on one of these pieces. This possibility is also fun to imagine WITHOUT the CD sent to her in the mail -- she just comes in and they're recording music?? Somewhere she can hear, which is implausible, but shhhhhhhh, it's my fic in my head and it doesn't have to make perfect sense. Another way she might find out is for Minion or Megamind to be absently humming part of one of the motifs and she recognizes it-- or SHE hums one of the motifs (i don't know, she's bored and tied to a chair, zoning out, humming happens) and one of them jumps and goes a bit googly-eyed and she realizes oh hey, yeah, these two could pull that off.

There is also a variant in which Megamind intentionally shows her some of it because they are on a date for completely unrelated reasons, and his response to is villainy really ALL you do is no, I also write and perform orchestral compositions. And Roxanne is like, you're shitting me.

This is a fun one to play with while driving and listening to Thomas Bergersen's Sun album. There's one track on there titled Our Destiny which has a lot of trumpets and sounds just a bit like Metro Man's theme, which is actually what kicked this off-- they're old nemeses, they're on decently good terms, it would be fucking hilarious if Megamind anonymously put together a piece for some event or other and then showed up to be the pianist or something.

But yes, fun things to play with while driving and listening to music while rotating my blorbos in my head :D

[the-fiction-witch]

Dad

Media Love Actually

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept New Daddy

"You sure you two will be okay?" I asked getting my handbag and fixing my skirt for work, I hated doing this but I didn't have much of a choice my landlord was fumigating the whole building so we had to be out for two weeks, and my usual daycare was closed today due to them having a massive pipe leak, I really didn't want to do this I felt awful but what choice did I really have? 

"We'll be fine won't we munchkin" Sam smiled as little Ivy ran over to him still in her PJ of course and he happily picked her up sitting her on his hip

"You sure it's not too much trouble-"

"Not your fault is it, you're already staying here and I don't have anything to do anyway. It's fine we'll have fun won't we little munchkin?" 

"Yeah!" she giggled 

"We'll be fine, don't worry about us"

"Okay well I'm just a phone call away"

"I know, but I'm sure I can handle it," he says "Go say bye-bye to your mummy," He tells her setting her down 

"Bye bye mummy" she smiled hugging my leg

"Bye-bye darling, you be good for Uncle Sam alright? I'll see you when I get home"

"I will I promise" She smiled before she ran off towards the spare room we were sleeping in 

"Any problems-"

"I know, Have a good day at work"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled grabbing my keys and heading off to work for the day.

It had been a very long day one of those days where nothing quite goes the way you want it to I was home later than I wanted to be but such is the way some days. I headed inside seeing the place rather dark and quiet Sam got up from the sofa shutting the TV off as he came over "Hey, how was work?"

"Ughh don't" I sighed

"Sorry, dinner's in the microwave for you"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled "How was Ivy?" I asked grabbing the plate from the microwave and taking a seat at the small table

"Aww, she's been a little angel,"

"Oh? What did you do then?"

"Well we went to the park she had a nice play on the swings for a while, then we went to the museum and learnt about dinosaur bones and whales,"

"Aww That's sweet Sam"

"If we're going to spend the day together she might as well learn something, and I may have treated her to a little present from the gift shop"

"You didn't have to do that"

"I know, but I like to treat her sometimes" 

"That's why she thinks you're fun Uncle Sam" 

"Five-pound admission and a ten-pound spend in a gift shop is a small price to pay for her to have some fun, and she gets to go back to daycare next week with lots of dinosaur facts" 

"How'd dinner go?"

"Very well she helped me cook and even did the drying up" 

"She's a good girl,"

"How was work?" 

"You know how it goes, paperwork, Luke being Luke" 

"I don't know why you don't quit that awful place"

"What else would I do Sam? I have to take care of Ivy somehow"

"...what if, you two came and stayed with me? on a more permanent basis?"

"and what would I do all day?"

"Take care of Ivy, help me with the house. look after the place when I go on tour"

"That's very sweet Sam, but I can't," I told him taking my plate to the sink

"why not?" he asks coming to stand with me

"We couldn't ask that of you"

"You're not asking it of me, I'm asking you." he says "I know you hate being away from her, and I know you hate shoving her in a daycare, I'd handle stuff money-wise you get to be home all day with her"

"I can't -"

"why not? I'd be happy to and I know I wouldn't be sending you two back to that awful flat"

"even so, where would we sleep?"

"well, Ivy can have the spare room as her bedroom and... I figured you could bunk with me"

"Oh? At the foot of your bed?"

"if that's where you're comfortable, I thought more snuggled up with me but it's up to you"

"That's sweet Sam but it's not even like we're-"

"Then we can be, if you want a label on it I'm more than happy to put one and it makes it easier for little Ivy" He explained "Unless you, don't see me like that?"

"Well... I uhhh" I stuttered 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?"

"I might have" I blushed of course I had thought about it, I had thought about Sam like that for as long as I'd known him but I suppose I'd always just tossed those feelings away

"Because I have, far more than once. You two are always welcome here you know that" he says giving my hand a little kiss 

I blushed hard but I gave his lips a soft kiss he happily kissed back wrapping his arms around my waist as my hip pressed against the counter top I smiled and stroked his shirt a little till he pulled back rubbing my nose as he did 

"How about you get you're nightie and come stay in my bed tonight?" 

"That does sound nice" I smiled "Did you have anything planned for Ivy tomorrow?"

"Yeah I promised I'd take her to the seal sanctuary and the beach for ice cream, You're more than welcome to blow off work and come too. It could be a lovely day just the three of us" 

"she loves seals, that sounds lovely Sam" I smiled giving him another kiss 

He chuckled a little as he pulled away "You know, she told me a little secret today"

"Did she now, what was it?"

"Ohh a top-secret, really high levels of classification I really shouldn't even be telling you this."

"I don't already know?"

"No, she told me this is so secret even you don't know" 

"Oh? What is it then?"

"she told me that for a good while now she's secretly, wanted a little brother"

"She has?"

"Ummm she wants a little brother very badly" he explained "And I think I'm in agreement with her"

"Are you?"

"I think she needs a little brother, and if that's okay with you? I'm more than happy to... help supply her with one" He smirked grinding his hips against my own. 

"Ohh would you now?"

"I would,"

"I assume you'd want something for this help? some form or repayment"

"Well, you're already moving in with me so how about I help give Ivy a little brother and I get to fill the family role as the dad? not just fun Uncle Sam."

"You'd really want that?"

"I would, I love Ivy, I love you. If you'd be willing to have me I'm more than happy to step in where Danny bailed out" 

"Aww Sam" I smiled tearing up 

"Hey, hey no little tears" he says kissing my tears away 

"It's okay their happy tears"

"Good, now you go get your nightie and give Ivy a kiss goodnight, I'll go wait up in our bed and get ready to help with her little brother" he smiled 

"Okay" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss before I headed to the spare room where Ivy and I had been sleeping seeing she had taken up all the double bed where I was gone with her blanket and a dinosaur book from the museum open in front of her where she must have been looking at it before she fell asleep, I smiled sitting on the bed and fixing her hair, tucking her in and giving her head a little kiss which woke her a little 

"Hi little one I thought you were sleeping"

"I was a little sleeping" she giggled what she often says when she was half asleep or faking it "Mummy?"

"Yes, Ivy?"

"Could Uncle Sam be my new daddy?"

"We'll see Ivy," I told her "Now you get some sleep if you need anything you call okay and either me or Sam will come help you"

"I will, goodnight mummy"

"Goodnight sweetheart"

"Tell Uncle Sam I said goodnight too"

"I will do" I laughed grabbed my things and headed out leaving her door open a crack, I headed across the locked-up house to Sam's room seeing the bed made and the ensuite light on so I set my stuff down and kicked off my heels and changed into my nightie 

"she tucked up tight?"

"All snug as a bug" I smiled, "She says goodnight"

"she's a sweetheart," he laughs coming from the bathroom shutting the light off now down to just his boxers "Whoa..."

"What?"

"You look beautiful"

"Thank you, Sam,"

"so? You're okay in my bed tonight"

"If you are"

"Most defiantly" He smiled coming and sitting beside me but leaving a respectful space "If you just wanna get to bed that's fine I don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to"

"That's very sweet Sam" I smiled kissing his head "But if it's all the same to you" I cooed holding his hand 

"Ohh believe me y/n I don't need to be asked twice" He smirked pushing me down on his bed flat so he could hover over me 

"Ohh Sam" I blushed wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss 

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! I know that I've already send you a request today, but this super fun idea popped out of my mind and since you are my favorite writer I have to ask! Can I have a Knoxville x Reader in which the reader is a new cast member and he is putting his moves on her since the very first moment he met her ( she can be like steve o bff)? Plus, it would be super funny if Poopies is also trying to date her.

I think it could be hilarious, especially when Poopies will realise she is dating Knox... probably a couple of week after the rest of the crew ahahaah

I absolutely LOVED writing this x

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You had been a fan of the Jackass franchise since the beginning; being best friends with Steve-O meant that you kind of had no choice. Steve-O had taken you to set a couple of times but you had never actually met the ringleader of the group, every time you had gone to set, Johnny had been busy or had had a day off. About halfway through the lockdown pandemic, Steve-O had given you a call and asked if you wanted to be a part of the cast for Jackass Forever which you instantly agreed to (even though you knew you were going to be an easy target).

Your first day on set as an official cast member, you rode with Steve-O and your legs were shaking the entire time. ‘Would you relax,’ he said laughing.

‘I’m headed to the set as a cast member, I’m never going to relax again!’

‘Hey, at least you’re gonna get to meet Knoxville this time. 20 years of you coming to set and you’ve always managed to dodge each other.’

‘Yeah, that’s because we’re going to meet and instantly hate each other,’ you joked. You couldn’t help but feel a little more nervous about the fact you were finally about to meet the Johnny Knoxville. Despite him being Steve-O’s other best friend, you couldn’t help but have developed a bit of a crush on the leader of the group as you watched the series and films, eventually watching Johnny’s solo films.

When you got to set, you and Steve-O went to sit with Pontius, Preston and Wee-man who had all arrived before you two. They all greeted you with the same enthusiasm that they greeted Steve-O with which instantly made you feel welcome. You also introduced yourself to some of the new cast; Rachel, Jasper and Poopies, getting along with them straight away. You couldn’t help but think that Poopies reminded you a bit of Steve-O (something he was thrilled about when you told him).

As you and the others got talking, you didn’t notice the tall man in the blue t-shirt walking onto the set until you saw Steve-O set his coffee cup down and go to shake the mans hand, pulling him into a hug. ‘What’s with the grey, dude,’ Steve-O said, laughing and you heard the signature cackle that could only come from the one and only Johnny Knoxville. You jumped down from the table and headed over to where Johnny and Steve-O were standing to introduce yourself.

‘Hey, (Y/N), I’d finally like to introduce you to Johnny Knoxville!’

You reached your hand out as you looked up at him. You had always thought he was attractive but something about seeing him right in front of you, he looked even better than he did on TV (which was really saying something). ‘Hey, I’m (Y/N),’ you said, a big smile on your face.

Instead of taking your hand and shaking it, Johnny pulled you in for a hug, his tall body practically enveloping you. ‘Good to finally meet you, doll, Steve-O’s been telling me all about you for years,’ he laughed as you both broke the hug, leaning back to look at each other again. ‘You sure you’re ready for this, we’re not gonna go lightly on you!’

‘That’s the best thing, Knox. She jumps at everything!’

You saw the glint in Johnny’s eyes as he looked from Steve-O back to you, a mischievous smirk making its way onto his face. ‘Oh really?’ he said and I just knew I was screwed.

---

You absolutely loved being a Jackass cast member! You fit in perfectly and the guys were having a whale of a time, pulling pranks on you and making you jump. Over the past couple of weeks, you had been spending a lot of time with Johnny, getting to know him and your crush on him only grew. Little did you know that Johnny was started to develop his own crush on you, coming up with any excuse to spend time with you and always requesting you be there on his stunts. The other guys were starting to notice that something was going on between the two of you through the way he would always make sure you were standing together when you were watching the stunts. However, the turning point came whilst you were watching The Quiet Game.

You were stunned at how well Rachel, did knowing that there was no way you’d be able to do what she just did. ‘You wanna do something like that sweetheart,’ Johnny said quietly in your ear. He’d been using the pet name around you quite a lot recently and it would be a lie if you said that you didn’t like it.

‘Absolutely not,’ you replied, laughing. The sound of yours and Johnny’s laughter reached Poopies’ ears and he came jogging over to you both, dressed in his mime costume.

‘You gonna watch mine, (Y/N)?’ he asked eagerly, clearly wanting a certain answer. You felt Johnny’s hand rest on the small of your back lightly, as Poopies got a bit too close for his liking.

‘Course! I’m watching the whole thing, you think this one would let me disappear,’ you joked, nudging Johnny in the stomach lightly with your elbow.

‘Great! Maybe after the stunt, me and you could-’

‘I think they’re ready to go.’ Johnny said quickly, signalling that everything was set up for Poopies’ part of the stunt. Poopies nodding, grinning at you as he ran back over to the snake, ready to film.

‘What was that about?’ you asked curiously, twisting your body to look up at him, his hand still resting on your back.

‘They were ready to film sweetheart,’ he replied, a small smirk on his lips.

After Poopies had finished his part of the stunt, you felt Johnny’s hand leave your back as his other hand dipped into the pocket of his trousers as he slowly made his way towards Poopies, pulling out the stun gun and shocking him with it. He then proceeded to chase Poopies around the set, trying to stun him again before giving up and turning to you.

‘Don’t you dare,’ you said, laughing nervously, backing away as you saw Johnny advance towards you, a glint in his eye. He let out a quick laugh before running over to you, not giving you time to move out of the way as he crashed into you, his arms wrapping around you and turning your bodies so his hit the ground when you both crashed to the floor.

You had tensed your body, anticipating the shock from the stun gun which Johnny had noticed and he squeezed his arms around you slightly, ‘you really think I’d use the stun gun on you sweetheart,’ he mumbled into your ear. You shivered at the feel of his breath brushing against your ear which he noticed, making him chuckle. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah,’ you replied, still breathless from having the wind knocked out of you when you both hit the ground. ‘What about you, you okay?’

‘I’m just fine sweetheart,’ he said. You both laid for a moment, catching your breath. Johnny’s arms were still wrapped around your body; something you were incredibly aware of and you turned your head to look at him only to find that he was already looking at you.

‘What?’

‘Nothing sweetheart,’ he said, bringing his hand up to brush your hair off of your face. He then tilted his head back, his hair brushing against the grass underneath the both of you and looked over at Steve-O before calling out. ‘Steve-O don’t kill me,’ he shouted across the field.

‘Kill you for what,’ he yelled back, his tone amused.

‘This,’ Johnny mumbled before gently turning your head to face him and raising his head to press his lips against yours. You gasped against his lips and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, groaning against you. Your hands came up to softly cup his cheeks which made him hum happily. Everything around the two of you fell away and it was just you and Johnny in the moment.

You broke the kiss, pulling back slightly. Johnny chased your lips to press his lips back to yours quickly before letting his head fall back to hit the grass, your hands still on his face, thumbs tracing his cheekbones.

‘And we got all of that on camera guys,’ Lance called out, bringing you and Johnny back to the present. You buried your head in Johnny neck as you felt his body shake with laughter before helping you back up.

‘Good thing Poopies went to the medical trailer, you would have broken his heart, (Y/N),’ Steve-O said when he ran over making you frown in confusion. Steve-O then turned to Johnny, face serious, ‘You hurt her Knoxville and you’re dead.’ Instead of making a witty comeback, Johnny just nodded seriously at his best friend as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

---

You had been dating Johnny for a couple of weeks and everything felt perfect. Everyone on set was incredibly happy for you both, everyone except Poopies, who hadn’t actually realised you two were dating and still continued trying to flirt with you and ask you on dates. One day you were sitting with the other guys, sitting on Johnny’s lap with his arms around you and his head resting on your shoulder.

‘Hey guys!’ Poopies exclaimed as he walked over to where everyone was sitting. You felt Johnny’s arms tense around you slightly and you put one hand on top of his and the other came up to rest against his cheek, feeling him nuzzle into your touch. Johnny had made it quite clear that he didn’t like Poopies constantly flirting with you when you were clearly dating Johnny but you couldn’t blame Poopies if he didn’t realise.

‘Relax,’ you mumbled in his ear.

‘I just don’t like the way he talks to you sweetheart,’ he mumbled back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

‘Hey, (Y/N), I was wondering if you’d watched that show I told you about yet?’ Poopies asked, smiling over at you and pulling his chair over to sit next to you and Johnny.

‘Hey, no, not yet, me and Johnny have been watching something else,’ you said, making sure to stress Johnny’s name and lean back into him more, hoping that he would get the hint.

‘Oh, okay, well maybe when you two have finished watching it, me and you could start this other one? What are you laughing at?’ Poopies turned to Steve-O and Ehren who had started laughing when they had seen Johnny’s reaction. You turned your head to look at Johnny and you had never seen him trying to bite his tongue harder. You affectionately nudged your forehead against his cheek and you saw his jaw visibly relax, kissing your shoulder.

‘So what do you think, (Y/N)? Sound good? You can come to mine or something and-’

‘Right, Poopies, back off,’ Johnny spoke up, not moving from his position wrapped around you. Poopies’ face turned bright red as he asked what the problem was. ‘(Y/N)’s dating me, that’s what. Stop with the flirting man.’

Poopies looked at you and you nodded and gestured to your position on Johnny’s lap, ‘yeah, for about three weeks now.’

‘How did I not notice that?!’

This made Johnny laugh. ‘Because you’ve been trailing after her like a lost puppy. I mean I get it man, look at her,’ he said, making you blush. ‘I don’t blame you but now you know, back off,’ he said still laughing, making it clear to Poopies that he didn’t actually have a problem with you.

[nuagederose]

Dark Roots of Earth | Chapter Two: Wild Horses

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The sand was warm underneath Eric and Christine’s feet as the two of them walked together along the water's edge. The winds fluttered their hair behind their heads like the manes nad tails of two horses walking side by side towards the pier closest to the main artery of the highway behind them. A slight chill hung in the air around them despite it being the beginning of June: the feeling of a cold winter's rain still lingered over the crescent of Monterey Bay. She moved in closer to him to better feel the side of his body.

“Are you cold?” he asked her as his long black hair streamed behind him against the wind.

“A little bit, yeah.”

“I am, too—”

They walked along the warm, pearly white sands towards a small ring of sandpipers on the sand arranged about as if they were creating a ritual. A few pelicans took to the oceanic winds over their heads. The sun was shining and the haze of the marine layer remained way out over the ocean.

“So, where do we wanna sit?” she asked him.

“Here's good by me,” he replied with a gesture to the posts that separated the trail from the beach.

“You brought the blanket with you, didn't you?” she asked him.

“Of course! Yeah, because I see sitting on these things hurting the rear end, too.” Nevertheless, they both took their spots atop the posts like a couple of seabirds; Eric was quick to hand her a black and white cookie, to which they both gave a cheers to one another with them before they took their first bites.

“Oh, man, these are delicious,” Christine remarked as she took a bite of both the chocolate and the white frosting. “Although nothing beats the bakery back in New York. But I wouldn't trade this for the world, though.”

“Me, neither,” he assured her with a shake of his head.

She glanced up the beach to see if anyone was there, and all she could see were the marbled sand dunes plus more pelicans and sandpipers. The waves rose and fell in choppy fashion, and she imagined hearing the eerie songs of the whales underneath the water's surface.

It was a brief thought but she imagined herself in the waves, her body merely afloat upon the dark cold waters just to drift out to sea. Though brief, it was followed by her remembering the wedding. The mere suggestion sent a shiver up her spine, even though there was no denying as to how she felt about it. To go out to the waters on the third of July, just so she wouldn't have to see Alex holding hands with Captain Howdy at the altar.

“I don't want him to get married,” she confessed to him, and it sounded as though her voice drifted in on the back of the wind.

“I don't, either,” Eric assured her once he took another bite of cookie. “I don't want him to go through that whole entire process.”

“That whole entire process just to be with someone who doesn't love him,” she added. “Just to be with someone who very obviously hurts him and makes him feel vulnerable. And not the good kind of vulnerable.”

“As in... he's alone in his apartment with three feet of snow on the ground and his boots are beat to hell,” he followed along.

“And the power's out and he's got no food in the kitchen, either. And the only other flesh and blood in there with him is down the hell, waiting to possess him and take him down to hell with her.”

They fell into silence as they indulged in another couple of those cookies.

“I should probably tell you the truth about something,” she started as he closed the box.

“Go ahead,” he coaxed her over the white noise from the ocean waves.

“Well... I don't really know as to how to put it,” she confessed, to which Eric inched closer to her.

“You know how things go between us,” he assured her as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Start from the top.”

She sighed through her nose and gazed back out to the vast stretch of waves. The marine layer, a thin veil of dark gray off the distance, stayed way out over the ocean, but a part of her wished that it would make its way over to the beach just so they could further be alone there.

“There was... this girl when I was in elementary school. It was when Chris was still alive. I thought for sure that it was the best time of my life because I had lots of friends and I had my crush on Chris. In fact, she encouraged me to tell him that I liked him if and when the time came. We were friends for a long time, actually, all the way into middle school. We did each other's hair. We had sleepovers. We played table tennis in her garage, and I remember Chris joining us a bunch of times, too. We also liked to hanging out in the park and going down to Coney Island with her parents, especially. And then, when I was about twelve, she just... stopped. She stopped talking to me, stopped calling me—she even stopped sitting next to me on the bus.”

“Just totally ended it without warning?” he asked her.

“Without warning. It was just one day she decided she wasn't going to talk to me anymore.” Christine gazed out to the ocean again, that time to a catamaran out on the waters. Despite the choppy waves and the rush of the winds all around them, the boat skirted along the horizon as if nothing fazed it. The sail fluttered in the winds and the boat remained steady all the way. It passed a couple of buoys as well as a pelican that swooped low to the waters before it, but it never lifted off the water's surface.

“She was my best friend,” Christine added. “At least I thought she was.” She turned her attention over to him. “I'm not going to be one of those people who's desparate to hang out with people, but when I was hanging out with Valentina that one time, it reminded me of the times I did just that with Ann and I thought for sure that was the case with us. I knew that it could all be an illusion once again.”

“And it sounds like—I'm guessing, anyway—you feel the same way about me,” he followed along, and she sighed through her nose as she picked up a handful of sand next to her right foot and she let the grains filter through her fingers. A few shells and smoothed out black rocks peeked through the sand, and she thought of picking out a few down by the water's edge.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” she confessed. “I feel the same with Alex, too. And Nelly, and Greg and Lou, and the Sundaes, and really, anyone who comes my way. I know for a fact that I can lose all of you without warning and without rhyme or reason, and I'll die left wondering.”

Even with the fact they sat on separate posts, Eric put his arm around her right then, and Christine sighed through her nose yet again. There was a break in the winds, and the ring of sandpipers lifted from the earth and fluttered off towards the left side of the crescent, towards the wharf and land's end.

“So she quit talking to you and then some time after that, you lost Chris,” he followed along, and his voice was low despite the steady, plucky waves before them. He then shook his head. “Damn. How'd you survive your teen years, that period of life?”

“I have no clue, to be honest,” she confessed. “But somehow I did. Somehow I managed and I pulled through all the way until my last day as a nineteen-year-old. Somehow I survived without tightening the noose around my neck or letting more blood out to the bathtub. Something kept me going, and I don't know if it was Chris or something else.”

Another bout of silence, and that time, Eric let go of her so he could reach into the grocery bag again for something.

“Sometimes I feel like I'm not worth Alex's love,” she confessed again. “And I feel like I can't ask him for anything.”

“Why is that?” he asked her with a quick glimpse over his shoulder.

“Because he's a teacher and he's about a thousand feet high in comparison to everyone else. People are always wanting something from someone like him. Look no further to the times I would try to get alone with him after class and I couldn't because someone asked him a question. Or we were being interrupted by something there at school...” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “I will say this, if Ann and I were still friends, I would tell her everything about Alex. In fact, she'd probably have a better idea on how to get him away from Captain Howdy.”

Eric took out a water bottle and handed it to her. He took one for himself and they both screwed off the lids in unison.

“Just out of curiosity, am I the first person to have learned about this with you?” he asked her.

“You want the truth?” she asked him back once she took a sip from her water.

“Of course,” he replied. “Nothing but the truth.”

Christine nudged her hair back from the side of her face and licked her lips.

“Yes, you are,” she replied, and her voice once again seemed to drift in on the back of the wind. “You are the very first person, Eric. I never told my mom this, or my dad for that matter. In fact, I don't know if I could ever tell my parents about it. I remember they asked me about Ann, why she and I stopped visiting each other, and I just told them that she was busy all the time thereafter. They know about Chris, but Ann is like a shadow in the back of my mind, though.”

She returned the lid to the water bottle, and she tucked the water bottle in between her legs.

“Ann, you said her name was?” he asked her.

“Yeah. 'Ann-tastic', as my dad used to call her. Her last name escapes me now, which is weird because I actually remember her full first name being Annalyn. She was another Queens girl and... I think—I think, if I recall correctly—she was half Czech, like her dad and his parents hailed from the former Czechoslovakia.”

He raised his eyebrows at that. “Wow! How often do you hear about that now?”

“Not often,” she replied with a shake of her head. She took another sip of water and gazed down to the white wet sands down below.

“Wanna walk down by the water?” she offered him.

“Barring we don't get splashed by the waves?”

“It's only windy,” she pointed out. “I don't know when the tide's supposed to come in but I reckon it's not any time soon, though.”

They climbed down from the posts and walked on down the trail towards the softer sands down below. They were greeted by the smell of the salt as well as the quickness of the sand underneath them. Christine kicked off her shoes first, and she handed them over to Eric; he took his off as well and he tucked them into the grocery bag.

“With our food, Eric?” she demanded.

“It's okay, I put the soles towards the side of the bag,” he assured her.

“But now our cookies and things are going to smell like our feet!”

“Hey, at least it's our feet, Chris!” he insisted, and she chuckled at that.

They walked together towards where the sandpipers were congregated, and then they doubled back towards the middle of the beach, and right within view of the street to the beach itself. The wind seemed to pick up as they walked further along, and Christine lingered closer to him as a result.

At one point, she bent over and picked up a bright pink seashell the size of a peach pit.

“There's a beach down the coastline called Glass Beach,” he told her over the noise of the winds. “It's covered in nothing but sea glass, or pieces of glass that have washed ashore and they've been tumbled by the ocean. That's a beautiful seashell.”

“Yeah, it is! It's like a classic seashell, what you think of when you hear the word 'seashell.'” She turned it over and brushed off the extraneous sand tucked inside. “I think I'll give this to Alex, unless I can find another one.”

He then stopped and crouched down for the white sliver in the sand.

“It's a sand dollar!” he declared, and he handed it to her.

“Wow. And I'll give this to Valentina when we get back home.”

They both shivered against the wind as they kept walking: a wave washed ashore and pulled right back out in a thick layer of foam. The break in the waves, the gap between the breakers, told her that the rip currents had come out to play, and thus, she only returned to that thought from before, to lay down on the water and be alone for a time. Through the distant marine layer, she spotted thin but dark wisps of clouds up above, and she knew that the layer was going to come back at some point, even as the catamaran finally disappeared behind the jetty on the other side of the beach before them. It was really just watching nature from thence forth, nature unfold right before their eyes.

“You want to go back to the room?” he offered her.

“Yeah, I'm getting cold,” she replied with a shiver.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Hey, ya'll. I'm not sure who's still here in our little survey community, but I thought I'd update anyone who happens to see this and has been following me for awhile that I just got home a couple days after 3 weeks in the hospital. I had surgery and some scary setbacks during that stay, but I'm doing okay now. Anyway, surveys should resume again more regularly now.

Do you prefer hardly toasted at all or burnt toast? I like it golden. I don't want a burnt brick or basically just a piece of bread.

What time do you have to be out of bed by on a typical day? I don't have a specific time I have to be out of bed by.

When was the last time you cleaned your bedroom? Me, personally, it's been awhile. I've had to have help from my mom and aunt cause I haven't been able to do it.

In real life do you laugh like 'haha', 'hehe' or something else? I guess it's a 'haha.'

Do you know anyone who says things like 'lol' in real life? No.

Do you have any unusual skills? >> not sure I have any usual skills even <<<<

Do you have any bug bites right now? Nope.

Is there anything annoying you at the moment? I have a nagging cough that I've had for like 2 1/2 weeks.

Who's your favourite person? My loved ones.

Are you more of a cat or dog person? I'm definitely a dog person.

Do you live out of the nearest town? Huh?

Do you like to look at other peoples' houses? When they're decorated for the holidays.

Are there any chores you actually enjoy doing? Uh, no.

What's the weirdest compliment you've ever received? "You're really pretty for having polio." Yes, someone actually said that to me. I'm in a wheelchair, but I don't have polio. Also, what does one have to do with the other? It was seriously a WTF moment.

Do you remember all those rhymes like 'i before e except after c'? I remember that one.

When did you last have an 'Oh, I get it now!' moment? Hm. I don't recall.

Would you say you're more witty or childish about jokes? I like punny, cheesy, corny, dad jokes lol.

Do you get on with boys or girls better? It depends on the person.

Do people often confide in you? Do you like it? Yeah. I don't mind.

Who is someone you really admire? My mom.

Do you prefer piano or guitar music? I enjoy both.

Do you like helium balloons? Uhhh, sure.

Have your parents ever suspected something untrue about you? Possibly.

Do you have any fears that seem weird to others? Yeah, like my fear of holes/clusters and killer whales.

Have you ever wished you'd been born someplace else? Yeah, I hate this city.

What d'you think about videogames? I like Mario Bros.

Are there any forms of art you personally find pointless? Like what?

What would you, or do you, study at college? I got my BA in psych.

Are you tired right now? Always.

Have you ever had, or wanted, a pet ferret? No.

Is there anything you find undeserving of the hype it received? Perhaps.

What's something you do a lot? I watch a lot of YouTube videos.

Are you currently on any other websites? I have YouTube opened as well.

Are you good at using Photoshop? I haven't used it in years, but I had grasped the ability to make gifs. They weren't the best, but I think they were okay.

What were you last embarrassed about? Meh.

Are there any clothing items you really want but can't find? Yeah. I haven't had a chance to look through my clothes in awhile.

Have you ever been told you naturally tilt your head a certain way? No, but I realized my head was tilt to the right as we speak.

What does your dream house look like? I want hardwood floors, spacious, big backyard, nice patio deck.

Do you wear a lot of make-up? Not at all. I rarely wear makeup.

Do you have any projects on the go right now? No.

What's a habit you find gross? Hmm.

Would you rather have a Poloroid or a Lomo camera? What's a lomo?

When was the last time you were jealous? I don't recall.

Are you one of those people who see things for sale and say 'I could've come up with that!'? No.

Do you, or did you, really look forward to when you can finally move away? My family and I would love to move away. We've wanted to for a long time, it just hasn't worked out.

Are you the one who holds everyone's bags at theme parks while they ride? Sometimes, cause it's a ride I don't want to ride.

What's the worst tattoo you've ever seen? Oh, I've seen numerous horrendous tattoos.

What's your favourite name ever? Hm.

Are you a hat person? Yeah.

When was the last time you were totally grossed out? A lot happens in hospitals.

Have you ever forgotten how to do something simple? Probably.

Are you ever jealous when you see couples or friends together? I've felt envious, sure.

Has anyone ever approached you in the street and asked to take your picture? No.

Have you ever disliked something just because most people liked it? Nah, I don't care about that. Just like I don't like something just cause it's trendy and popular. I like what I like.

Does anything hurt on you right now? Of course.

What song's stuck in your head? Mr Take Yo Bitch. lol.

Did anyone ever tell you that earwigs crawl into your ear while you sleep? STOPPPPP.

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #310

Vanoss Crew Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 8 ]

VANOSSGAMING

Yeah, we gotta get out of here.

That would be one badass way to go.

Nevermind, you're not needed.

Hello, ghost person? What's your favorite color?

I wasn't scared at all, by the way, guys.

I'm obviously going to die first.

Jeez, relax, we're like four feet away.

Fuck, where's the lighter?

I spent three hundred dollars and we still don't get everything we need?

What the fuck was that, he broke the ouiji board.

He's haunting our utility bills.

I'm so alone and scared.

It doesn't look too dangerous.

I'm falling through the sky.

Wait, really, is that what you’re eating right now?

No, I’m fucking serious, dude.

My thing’s not working anymore.

There’s like an identical whale flying past my screen right now.

I tried to light it, it didn’t work.

I need admin rights.

TERRORISER

You're gonna flip, bitch.

Hey, get in the vehicle!

Okay, let's get the metal detectors.

Oh, I lived.

Oh my God, this actually worked really well.

Shut up about the elevator.

He's gonna fucking hate this.

We're gonna blow this up, right?

This is like a perfect welcoming gift, what a home.

The first thing you do is throw me under a fucking bus, how fucking dare you, you little fuck.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

He pushed me off! 

I didn't fall, he pushed me off!

I got hit, I'm dead.

I didn't know that was an option.

Alright, backing out.

No hesitation.

You're crushing it right now.

Alright, I'm in, I'm in.

He grabbed me and killed me.

What just killed me?

COURAGEJD

I need you to look internally or something, and figure out where we can improve.

I trusted you this whole time, I knew you had it.

No you're not, right?

I just cheated.

Why is he doing jumping jacks in the middle of the run?

I'm right behind you, baby, I'm right behind you, daddy.

Telling you right now, that'd be so crazy.

See you guys in hell!

We're gonna lose, we're gonna be out.

I'm so far behind, bro.

SMII7Y

I saved myself.

He might be coming back.

We don’t need the drone right now.

How did you not die?

That's more like it.

Oh my bad, I thought you were going to kill me.

Shall we wait?

Bro, that’s nice as hell.

Nice driving you fucking idiot.

This was not worth it.

BLARG

Hello, hunter time.

I've been chasing this guy for five business days.

Get away from me, chair!

They look like a handsome couple.

Yeah, but I don't know how to use it.

Bitch, I shot it, don't worry.

So, what's the game plan right now?

Do you know how good I am at dying?

Watch this, I'm already dead.

Alright, I'm done my chores.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Get your bats out, we ain't playing games this time.

Stop fighting over the baby!

I'm leaving you guys.

We're fighting for that last slice of pizza right there.

We definitely need money, we’re low on cash.

What did he say? I didn’t hear him.

I shouldn’t piss them off.

 I’m not good at maths, even easy maths, especially when I’m being put on the spot.

Ah, he killed me!

What’d you hit me with?

DEADSQUIRREL

I can never hit you!

Well, that's a lie.

It is what it is, sometimes.

Are you okay, are you down?

I never said we were smart.

I don't have good guns for this, I just realized that.

That grenade launcher would be beautiful right now.

I'm where we're supposed to be.

I'm out of ammo.

He's screaming his ass off.