#messed up spy’s head 👍

[unknownartiste]

day 4: exotic

[spookygiggles]

I had this In my drafts but its good so ima post it 👍

lee!spy/ ler!sniper ♥️

Spy and sniper were chilling out in his parked van. Smoking some cigarettes while sitting down in a small table area in the van, They were more like booth seats just on one side of the table, Afterall this isn't luxury, Its a camper.

Spy stood up and was planning Get a glass of his wine. But he noticed sniper trailed along with him.

"Aye mate, You know you should slow down on the drinkin'. " He suggested as he watched him grab the bottle. He placed it on the counter and as he reached up to grab a glass, He felt a grab on his side, Which startled him causing him to recoil and gasp.

"You alright mate? Did i hurt you?" He asked But Spy shook his head as he looked a bit nervous.

"Non, Non. Just startled me a bit." he tried to say in his normal calm manner but it sounded a bit off. To the point even the Bushman noticed it was something else in Particular. And thats when he realized.

"Are you ticklish?" He laughed. That felt like a bomb being drop onto Spy.

"No, No im not. Like i said you scared me." He said, Continuing to pour his glass and put the bottle away.

"I think you are lying." And As soon as he put down the bottle He reached back and started scribbling up and down his sides.

"NON! wahAhahit ! Do not!" He flinched then started to run away from the man, But theres not much place to go in a van. He Stumbled onto the bed And sniper followed along with him.

"Knock it off bushman!" He exclaimed as he play fighted the sniper who was trying to straddle him.

"Not sorry mate." He said as he was able to straddle Spy Even though he was curling in trying to protect sensitive spots.

Then he felt two hands squeeze and tickle at his sides again. Spy would never admit he likes to be tickled, But i think sniper could see through him.

"Nohoho! StoHAHP!" He squealed while a few snorts slipped out. Using a hand to cover his face out of embarrassment and the other protesting at snipers wrist by grabbing him.

This hands were swift and fast. He switched spots from his stomach to his armpits. Which drove spy up the wall and his legs kicked and flailed Helplessly. His suit being ridden up due to the struggle, Showing some bare skin around his belly. Which sparked an idea for Sniper.

He slipped his hands under and started scribbling at the bare skin underneath. Which made Spy go into a fit of snorts, Which he hated.

"Non! staHAHAP!" He said through his laughter because he was so distracted he was lost for words. All he could do was kick his legs desperately.

"Just a lil longer, I wanna see somethin." Sniper said, Laughing at the spies state underneath him. A giggly, Laughing and blushy mess. Sniper lifted up his shirt fully and Spy had noticed this action.

"Do not! I'm serious bushman.!" he said still giggling, so it definitely didnt seem as threatening but despite the protest from spy, He breathed in and blew out a huge raspberry right on his navel and then continued to do more around his sides and tummy, With hands scribbling and the bare skin of his hips. Just lightly teasing and tracing the area to not completely overwhelm him any further.It sent spy into a fit of snorts, which only added to the Embarrassment. This continued for a little until spies laughter had went scratchy and weak.

He stopped and took a look at him. He was messy, His clothing messed up, some of his hair fell out of his mask, and his face was all red while he was panting.

"Don't speak of this. I'm serious." he said while staring at him. Which only made Sniper laugh.

"I bet you are ticklish too, Mundy. So i would be careful if i were you. Now, Shall we finish the wine?" He said while adjusting his suit back to normal and recovered. And Sniper went from full confidence to slightly blushing at Spies remark, worried if he was gonna get revenge or not.

But he sat down with him anyways, And had a few glasses. It wasn't so bad hanging out with him afterall.

[gleamingsilence]

First Lines

Rules:  Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

I was tagged by @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @regis-favorite-raven @between-thepages @kiriele thanks, you guys! 💖

I got exactly 10 works 👍 Care to interrupt? (Sigi/OC smut) > „By Melitele’s cunt! Can’t one even dress in peace!” Sigismund angrily turned around facing the slightly open door to the dressing chambers.

A Most Wanted Paper (Dandelion being a horrible spy) > This wasn’t good. Oh no. Oh no no nooo. Dijkstra would kill him if he knew. How could he have messed up this bad? If only he hadn’t lost himself in those lovely eyes and, well ... other portions of her body. 

The Way of the Witcher (young Vesemir) > It was a mild mid-year night, close to Midaëte. The sun wandered already behind the mountain tops and a low warm drizzle had set in.

The last Straw (Dijkstra/Tilly) > This was a risky business. Bordering on madness. The idea of engaging an oneiromancer seemed like a lunatic move now that Sigismund Dijkstra waited for her in his private house.

Bound (young Vesemir & mini Eskel) > Vesemir leaned over the balustrade, watching the oldest adepts being trained by Osbert. The shouts and grunt mixed with the sound of clashing steel.

it’s manageable (Sigi fluff) > The room he entered was dimmed with air thick enough to cut, smelling of sickly-sweet tinctures.

debts to pay (Sigi/OC, unfinished (co-staring: the smell of books)) > The scorching sun had finally set, ending her long climb over the firmament. The days were only slowly waning after the summer solstice.

Family Recipe (drabble: Sigi cooking ) > „Where is it now? I just saw-“, his head was buried in the depths of some old, rather overfilled cupboard, where he carelessly routed.

Good work, gents! (drabble: bathhouse fight) > The air was chokingly thick with the rusty smell of blood.

drip. drip (young Eskel) > Eskel stood completely still, eyes closed against the bright mid-day sun beating down at him.

Looks like I favourer setting descriptions… tagging @windflowerofskellige @eredins-a-king-aint-he @she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats @witch-and-her-witcher @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @traumschwinge

[kimarisgundam]

We ended last night's session at like 10+ but at around 12am my friends who play Nomad, Solo and Solo2 demended we continue cos "the drama is too juicy" ಠ_ಠ

Yeah. That's cos the 3 of you aren't involved in the "drama". It's my Netrunner, Exec and Rockerboy whom are in hot spicy soup now ಠ_ಠ

Look at this mess 😭. All our bad decisions are coming back to bite us 😭

Our characters got dragged back to my Netrunner's dad/sponsor's private residence... Rockerboy tried resisting (we told him to not to) so he got his arm and hand torn off by my Netrunner's big bro

Good job 👍. That's going to cost eddies to replace

Dad basically pissed cos

I disobeyed orders and I'm hanging out with street trash

Exec isn't from Arasaka R&D but he was helping dad spy on the other department head... so dad is annoyed that he caused a scene and destroyed company property

Dad is still pissed at Rockerboy for trying to dig up dirt on him. And dad just hates all rockerboys anyway... so he still wants him dead

We told Rockerboy to shut his mouth, please don't make things worse. But he can't shut his mouth... so dad said that killing or torturing Rockerboy isn't a good solution cos Rockerboy is too dumb to learn his place...

Dad (played by our DM) said that to teach Rockerboy a lesson he's going to kill the family members of Rockerboy's friends

I'm just like dad wtf?? Don't do that?? I know I'm a disappointment, but I just found out I'm your bio kid. Can you please don't do this to Rockerboy for my sake??

I was told to shut my mouth and know my place... apparently dad was so lenient with my Netrunner cos he felt guilty for not knowing she was his kid...If he knew he would have tried to send her mom out of Night City 😣

I ended up threatening and blackmailing my own dad @_@

To buy us some time I told dad to let us walk or I will reveal he had an affair with my mom

Does he really want the corp to find out he slept with a traitor? Isn't that the reason why he tried to keep my relation to him a secret?

The info is already in a shard and with a close contact of mine. If I don't return alive, the shard will be turned over to a media

If he's not happy with how I'm blackmailing him, he can go ahead and shoot me if he can bring himself to do it

I am a terrible daughter @_@... why did I do that @_@. I chose Rockerboy and Exec over my own dad, what am I doing @_@

It's another cliffhanger until next session 😭

I swear my Netrunner is so dead 😭

[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe ch 4

Juleka vs. the Forces of Her Idiot Brother 

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe (AO3)

I figured now would be a good time to tell you that there's no set posting schedule for this! This is completely written and posted on whims. So for when I update... your guess is as good as mine 😅

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She smiled as she watched her brother guide Marinette’s hand across the strings of his guitar. She smiled even more when the flush in Marinette’s cheeks turned an even brighter pink, and she burst into a fit of flustered giggling. But even through her flustered laughter, Marinette never shied away from Luka or his touch. 

This was turning out better than she had thought. 

The benefit of being quiet was that she was unassuming. And the benefit of being unassuming was that people didn’t make assumptions about her actions past surface level. So when she had accidentally told Marinette the wrong time for the kitty section rehearsal, causing her to show up an hour early, Marinette had shrugged it off as a simple mistake. 

Luka hadn’t. He had shot her a suspicious glare over Marinette’s head as he hugged her in greeting. A greeting Marinette had initiated. But he hadn’t exactly complained, especially when Marinette had begged him to teach her a few more chords.

The other benefit of being quiet was that it was easy for her to spy on people. Namely, her brother and his ‘not’ girlfriend.  

It had been easy enough to say she was going to wait in her room until the rest of the band arrived and then sneak back up to the greenhouse where she could watch the two without being seen. Given the way they had been so focused on each other, she probably could have walked right past them, and they wouldn’t have noticed. 

“Hey Marinette, Luka!” Her smile fell at the sound of Ivan’s voice. Had an hour really passed already? She watched as Ivan, Rose, and Mylene filed across the gangplank. 

Followed by Kim, Max, Alix, Nathaniel, Nino, and-

“Look who we ran into!” What was Alya doing here? Their friends were always welcome at rehearsals, but most of them didn’t show up unless the entire class was coming…

“Hey, everyone!” Her knuckles turned white around the railing. Adrien beamed as he stepped onto the deck. “I was able to sneak away for a while. Mylene said you guys were rehearsing, so I thought I would join you!” 

Of course. Of course, the girls would find some way to bring Adrien into the mix. That was probably what all the texts she had ignored had been about. 

“It looks like it’s a full boat today.” She frowned at the sound of Luka’s voice. Luka was all about sincerity, and the forced cheerfulness was about as sincere as a compliment from Chloe. 

Her frown turned to a scowl as she watched him move out from behind Marinette, where he had been standing as he guided her through the notes. And… was she seeing things, or had he just nudged Marinette towards Adrien?

What was the idiot doing?

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Queen of Darkness 🦇: can u pick up some bread for dinner?

Dork 🎸: sure

Queen of Darkness 🦇: not supermarket stuff

Queen of Darkness 🦇: nice stuff

Queen of Darkness 🦇: mom said it will go with the stew

Dork 🎸: 👍

It was complete bull. The captain hadn’t said it needed to be nice bread. But when she had suggested they have a nice loaf from a boulangerie, her ma had just thrown her head back and cackled. Because maybe the captain had noticed that she always made herself scared whenever Marinette, just Marinette, was over and Luka was around. 

And maybe, she had encouraged her mom to follow suit. 

And if she had chosen today, of all days, to ask for bread from a nice boulangerie- well, it had nothing to do with the fact that Marinette could probably do with a shoulder to cry on after the mess Alya’s latest scheme had resulted in. 

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“What are you doing home so early?” Luka froze and stared at her before dumping the bag he had brought in on the kitchen table. Ok, maybe she hadn’t played it as casually as she could have. 

“I brought home bread…” he eyed her, folding his arms as he leaned on the counter behind her. “What is up with you?”

“Nothing. I just figured you would have stayed to say hi.” 

“I did.” She had to hold back a smirk at the way he flushed. But then his smile dropped. "Alya came in. She needed to talk to Marinette." Shoot. She should have seen that coming. 

"Why didn't you tell Alya to come back later if you were talking with Mari?" 

"I can't tell Mari who she should spend time with," he mumbled. In the silence, he began to frown. “And why do you care so much? Come to think of it... you’ve been acting weird lately.”

Shoot. Shoot shoot shoot shoot- “No, I haven’t.” 

“The movie theatre-“

“I lost track of time-“

“You told Marinette the wrong time for rehearsal-“

She shrugged. “Finger must have slipped when I was typing-“

“And then you disappeared-“

“I had stuff to do.” 

He narrowed his eyes at her. He could undoubtedly tell she was lying, at least partially. She had had things to do when she disappeared on him and Marinette. But she wasn’t about to tell him she had been spying on them and plotting ways to set them up. 

“I don’t-“

Time to play her trump card. 

“Besides, I’m not the one acting weird.”

He blinked at her, confusion scrawled across his face. “What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying,” she said as she got up from the stool she had been perched on, “it’s pretty weird for a guy to push the girl he likes into the arms of another.” She flounced out of the room, sending a sly smile back over her shoulder at her dumbfounded brother. “Just food for thought.” 

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She smiled down at the photo pulled up on Instagram. 

Marinette and Luka were seated beside one another on a squishy-looking sofa in some cafe. Luka’s arm was stretched out, probably holding the phone, and he was smiling his usual quiet smile. Draped around Marinette’s shoulders was a leather jacket that definitely didn’t belong to her. And she was clinging to Luka’s arm, smiling wide with her head leaning against his shoulder. 

Her smile grew into a grin the moment she noticed Luka’s cheeks were flushed almost the exact shade of pink as Marinette’s dress. She scrolled down to read the caption.  

MariBlossom: Found the cutest cafe with this cutie!! 🍰☕️💞@luka.couffaine @Cutycafe

She snorted into her drink, sending water spewing up and out her nose.

“Ye alright there, lass?” 

She nodded as she mopped up the water and wiped off her phone. If he hadn’t already seen the caption, Luka was going to die when she showed it to him. She could already picture it…

But it wouldn’t be for a while. The picture had only been posted fifteen minutes ago. And if it meant he was spending time with Marinette, she could wait to tease him. 

She scrolled mindlessly through the rest of her Instagram feed before pulling up youtube. She was only halfway through the latest Clara Nightingale music video when she got a notification from Instagram. 

As soon as the picture popped up, her smile turned into a raging scowl. 

It had been taken in the same cafe. On the same sofa. But it was worlds apart from Marinette’s picture. 

Nino, Alya, And Adrien were sitting on the sofa, with Marinette sandwiched in-between Adrien and Alya’s shoulders. Nino at least had the grace to look embarrassed through his smile, but Alya and Adrien were beaming. And Marinette…

Marinette, who had been practically sparkling with joy in the picture she had posted, looked the very definition of uncomfortable. Her smile was forced and didn’t quite reach her eyes. And even in the picture, it was easy to tell from the stiff way she was holding herself that she was nervous. 

And Luka wasn’t even in the picture.

Her eyes narrowed as she read the caption. 

AlyaNeedtoKnow: The cutest couple at the cutest cafe! 😘  @Cutycafe @djnino @AdrienAgreste @MariBlossom

Thanks for the photo @luka.couffaine

Oh. She had been sneaky with that caption. Because everyone said Mari and Adrien would make the cutest couple. But Adrien wouldn't catch on to the true meaning of the caption; he would think it was about Alya and Nino. So he wouldn't comment something about them being just friends. 

She took a screenshot of Alya’s post and began to type furiously, stopping only to attach the photo to her message. 

Queen of Darkness 🦇: explain this

Idiot 🎸: it’s a picture

Queen of Darkness 🦇: what are THEY doing there? wasn’t it a date?

Idiot 🎸: It’s not a date. They came in and saw us and wanted to join. Then Alya suggested a picture. 

Queen of Darkness 🦇: why aren’t you in it?!

Idiot 🎸: Someone had to take it, and we wouldn’t all fit. And Alya asked me to.

Queen of Darkness 🦇: why didn’t you say NO???!!! 

Idiot 🎸: I already had a picture with Mari. And you know she likes putting pictures of her friends up on her wall. 

She groaned. Of course, he would bend to Alya’s will. Of course, he would think about all the pictures of Adrien on Marinette’s wall. 

Idiot 🎸: why are you so bent out of shape over a picture? 🤨 

Of course, he would think it was just a picture. 

She groaned as she threw herself onto the kitchen counter. 

Why was he such an idiot?

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What was the idiot doing?

The can of lemonade in her hand crunched under her grip.

She had been lounging in the shadow of one of the trees in the park, watching Marinette and Luka enjoy their picnic that was apparently not a date. 

And it had seemed to be going great. Luka had been strumming his guitar, because he never went anywhere without it, while Marinette drew in her sketchbook. They had been sitting back to back, leaning into each other; she had been able to tell, even from a distance. 

Even from the distance, she had been able to see Marinette’s blissful smile as she looked down at her sketchbook. Luka’s back was turned to her, but she knew he had to have been smiling. And the music that had carried across the green to where she sat confirmed that. 

And Marinette had looked so relaxed. She hadn’t seen Marinette that relaxed since… since, well, the last time she had seen her friend hanging out with her brother. When she really thought about it, Marinette only looked like that when she was around Luka. 

But then Alya had shown up, seemingly out of nowhere, dragging Adrien with her. Marinette and Luka had both stood as Alya waved her hands around, talking about something. She hadn’t been able to hear what was said from so far away. But she had a sinking suspicion she could guess what was going on. 

Her suspicions were confirmed when, before Marinette could finish whatever it was she had been saying, Luka stepped back. 

The smile slid from her face, turning to a grimace as Alya grabbed Marinette’s arm and began tugging her away, following after Adrien. 

She knew she wasn’t imagining his wistful and forlorn smile as he watched Marinette go. She wasn’t imagining it any more than she had imagined the way Marinette’s bright smile had dimmed to poorly masked disappointment when Luka stepped away from her. And she knew she hadn’t imagined the way Marinette’s hands began to fidget with her clothes as Alya all but dragged her away to where Adrien was leading them. 

She couldn’t take it anymore! If he was going to insist on being a stupid idiot, she was going to have to take it upon herself to knock some sense into him herself. 

Her nails bit into her palms as she strode across the grass, ignoring the complaints of the children whose game of catch she had just stalked through. She didn’t stop until she was looming over her brother. Until he was completely engulfed in her shadow. 

“Just what,” her voice was a deadly whisper, “do you think you’re doing?”

He squinted up at her, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun that beat down hot on her back. “Jules?” She continued to glare at him. “What do you mean, what am I doing-“

“Marinette.” 

“What do you mean?”

She sighed and flopped down to sit beside him. She took a breath to calm herself; she wouldn’t get anywhere if she just kept snapping at him. “This is the third time in two weeks you’ve let her- pushed her to go off with Adrien!” She could feel the fire in her blood rising. “How are you supposed to make any progress with her if you keep shoving her towards him? And don’t deny you love her, I see-”

“It’s because I love her.” 

Her retort died on her lips. She had not been expecting… well, that. 

“I don’t understand. If you love her, why aren’t you-“

Luka sighed. “Because she’s already under enough pressure as it is.” 

She followed his gaze to where Alya was posing Marinette and Adrien together for some picture or other. Adrien was a natural, posing effortlessly. But Marinette was stiff; Alya kept moving her like she was just a doll to be posed. When Marinette tried to emulate the pose Adrien was doing, she tripped over her own feet and fell. Alya made no effort to hide her laughter, and Adrien’s was poorly concealed as he tried to help her up. 

“I don’t want to add any more.”

She sighed. The thing about Luka was that he was a genuinely good and selfless person. Just like Marinette. 

They were both always looking out for others, making sacrifices for the good of others, even at their own expense. She hadn’t understood the weight of Marinette’s selflessness until recently. And she hadn’t stopped to consider the weight of Luka’s until now. 

“When she’s ready to decide, I’ll be here. And if she chooses him…” 

Her mind flickered back to Marinette’s ice-cream. She still didn’t understand the significance of the pistachio. But the blueberry… “What if she’s already made her decision? Or she’s trying to? And how can she decide if you keep pushing her towards him?”

Luka shrugged, but his smile broke her heart. “I just want her to be happy.”

Her brother was an idiot. 

A massive idiot. 

A stupid, foolish, and incredibly sweet idiot.