#my brain is a pinball machine {ideas}

[borkeraaaarf]

1/7 of The Amazing Galactic Circus - Pomni!

(The clothes are placeholders for now, I don’t know what to do with them yet)

Thank you @pomni-xddcc for answering my question about what animals you’d be!

I based Pomni on a Meowing Night Frog (because, you know, cat-frog) and a Manx Cat (because they don’t have tails, and apparently are good at noticing and taking care of things out of place (like mice))

Notes on Pomni:

Her ears and eyes are her most expressive parts

Her mouthmost of the time looks nervous because her species doesn’t have that many expressive face muscles

Her favorite food is a type of aquatic animal similar to a fish that’s found on her planet that tastes like salmon

Notes on Pomni’s species:

They are quadrupedal, but can stand up on their hind legs to do stuff with their hands, but they can’t exactly walk like this

They have sensitive skin

They do have thumbs and claws (easier to use tools and catch food that way)

They’re pretty good at fishing (not with something like a fishing rod, but by going into the water and hunting them that way)

They are obligate carnivores, primarily eating aquatic animals and bugs

They have blue eyes, and ears similar to a cat’s, so they’re able to notice small changes in their environment better

Like most species, they don’t have eyebrows

[romantichore]

yesterday I was scrolling through the Silent Hill category of ao3 and came across a novelization of Silent Hill 4 (with some changes, so said the author) and just,

wow, it's hard to see someone living your dreams

[spookytragedyshark]

Another fanfic idea I'm not sure I can fully write myself. (ends up writing way too much.) Feel free to rewrite this or anything, take it, and run. I want to read someone else's take on this.

Soap finally convinces Ghost to come home for the holidays. Ghost is on edge. Ya know basic normal ghoap.

Only soap told his family he couldn't make it missions and all that. It's fine, they will be excited to see him with the change of plans.

Then, as soon as they enter the house, it goes dead silent. Ghost thinks it's his fault until soap pushes out a shaky "(y/n)" on the verge of tears, looking at a woman holding a small child no older than four.

Ghost spirals quick. He knows that name. It's soap's first love, the one that got away. The one that literally disappeared. And that child looks like Soap, a Mohawk, and all. Surely Soap didn't know. Then he's going to pick her, he thinks. Surely not him, not broken as he is. Pain, sorrow, longing, it's all processing rapid like a pinball machine.

Then it's cut off, confusion breaks through because the little one just tugged on your shirt and pointed not at soap but at him, "Who?" You smile at the little one as everyone else seems more on edge, you, without missing a beat "That's your Godfather, darling".

"SKULLY!" The child screams excitedly. "Yes, ghost. From the pictures." The child looks at Ghost like he hung the moon, then at Soap and claps his hands. "My darling little soldier, could you play with Mimi for a few" the child falters before pointing at them "later?"

"If they're not busy with work." It's not missed on Simon, you are giving them a way out. You hand the child off to Soap's mom, and all at once, Soap's brain kicks in, and he's hugging you, sobbing. Simon remembers that Soap thought you might have died after you disappeared because he couldn't find you at all. No social media, nothing. (He's still not able to process the Godfather thing or what that implies)

"let's go to the kitchen yeah? " You're looking at him. He's confused again but nods following as you lead soap to the kitchen getting him in a chair. Before turning around and rummaging through a cabinet. Soap's watching just watching.

"I was planning on talking to you privately but your mom said you weren't coming for the holidays and I couldn't stand the thought of him missing another holiday with relatives. You know how I feel about relatives" you're still going through the cabinet but guilt is laced through your voice. Soap KNOWS exactly what you're referring to. He remember all the times you said you wished for your kid to have a big extended family. How you cried scared yours would pass before you had a kid.

"It was too difficult to contact you, so I contacted your mom. Bless her, she helped me run the test against her, so I did not have to worry or bother you if I was wrong. " You hand Soap a folder. It's the DNA test. "Of course, she helped with the paperwork, so it's set up. If anything happens to me, you'll get him. If you can't, it's between my mom and Ghost." You nod to Ghost, and he thinks his heart stopped for a second because what the hell. "Depending on the situation," and you're talking like this is common sense.

"When you've regained the ability to talk, could you please tell me when we slept together, though?" Soap, as flabbergasted as he is, blurts out, "That's not why you disappeared?" He looks overwhelmed and confused almost guilty. You take a step forward and gently push back his Mohawk, having him look you in the eyes. "No, I left because I had to. My sister had an incident. Based on your reaction, I'd say it was when I broke up with Jonathan and got messed up?" Soap looks ready to cry guilt clear now. Ghost has no clue who Jonathan is or what transpired, but the pieces are there. This, whatever this is, Soap clearly never wanted to even think about it again.

"You were beyond wasted that night, too. I don't blame you. We're adults, we knew better." You're still looking in soap's eyes. "I'd have come as soon as I knew. But I thought he was Jonathan's, and Jonathan never wanted kids. So it took until he started to resemble you."

Ghost thinks undoubtedly Soap will pick you because he's looking at you like an angel. Ghost wonder's maybe you are, because who would be this kind and calm? Then you derail his thoughts again because what the hell...

"When you two become officially public, I'll have him start calling you bonus dad, seems more fitting and all." You're addressing Ghost, and you are looking at Ghost. You're looking like this is normal but Ghost is terrified and he can't place why. His brain slows. You know. You know him and soap... Is his existence ruining this for soap? How does he fix it?

You move away, doing a little pace through the kitchen. "I'm not staying anywhere near by, actually, I'm moving again, so we'll have to figure something out about visiting." Soaps eyes are wide, and he's still practically muted in shock. "I steamboated again, huh?" Soap mutely nods. Ghost is confused by the fraze.

"oh, one more thing, ghost the kid is interested in anything creepy so be prepared, he's probably going to fan girl about your mask. And try to climb you." Ghost nearly chokes on his own saliva.

Finally soap speaks "same taste as his mom then?"

"He saw one picture of you and demanded a Mohawk." You laugh, and Soap chuckles; full of emotion, none of you can quiet Desesifer. Then you are moving back into the living room. They think you are trying to give them space, but both follow Soap, too scared you will disappear the moment you are out of sight. Ghost is determined to spend as much time with Johnny with Soap as he can before...

The moment they reenter the family room, the kid beelines for the two men and does in fact try to climb Simon to get a better look at his mask. You effortlessly pick the kid up, asking Simon if he will hold him. He obliges, and the kid rambles about scary stories and how cool Ghost and Soaps uniforms are and how the pictures Mimi gave him of them are on his bedroom wall. The men just melt. Ghost swears to himself he will protect this kid. He is too innocent too perfect. He may not be Soaps lover much longer, but he will be here.

Meanwhile, Soap brain has taken a pause to adore how Ghost, his Simon, is so perfect with his mini me. Sure, his chest aches for you, but this is his L.T. The kid practically jumps from Ghost to Soap. For a few moments, Ghost adores the interaction. How perfectly Soap takes to the boy. Then he tears his eyes away. No, this is not his place. He mutters something about a smoke and steps outside. Soap is enamored with his kid, doesn't notice at first, but you do.

Silently, you follow, giving him time to mostly finish his cigarette before approaching him. It is just you two on the porch.

"Hey I am sorry about everything. I know it was shocking, and I have a tendency to kinda take over or uh not rant but steamboat is what we call it. It is a result of my overactive mind." You are rubbing your neck, looking nervous, and Ghost cannot for the life of him understand why you are apologizing to him. "I really want everyone to get along. Soap and His mom have a high opinion of you so-"

"He will be with you." It is out of his mouth before he realizes he even opened it. You are looking up at him and blinking in shock. Ghost thinks he has messed up bad because you are slowly starting to look angry. "He loves you." It's firm as if stating a fact. "You are not pulling back from him because of me." And Ghost hears his own insecurity in your voice, but he can't help it. He pushes more, "he has loved you longer."

Your entire body language changes as if having an epiphany. Then a muffled, barely audible "really?" Again, he can not help it, he looks away, a strained "yes" . Then he feels your hands on his shoulders. "Then he will have both of us. No reason for you to go away. " his eyes snapping back to you because again what the hell.

"He clearly loves you. His family loves you. Our kid loves you. I am not letting you walk away because of some fear or insecurities that I am certain I or Soap also feel. Besides that, this is my fault. I was so blinded by my own insecurities that I did not think anyone could truly love me." In that moment, Ghost thinks, hearing his own thoughts echoed back at him, that he might also be falling for this angel in front of him.

Soap chooses that exact moment to burst out the front door, franticly looking for you two. You think he is worried about Ghost and him potentially leaving. Ghost thinks Soap is just looking for you to make sure you do not disappear again, only he does not relax fully at seeing you. Soap scans your serious expression and your hand on Ghost's shoulder and rushes over, "Oh Si" and hugs Ghost like his life depends on it.

"Johnny, when exactly did we start having the same taste in men?" Ghost brain decides that's the moment to stop functioning.

A few days later, after being back to work, the boys learn why exactly you are moving again when Price introduces you to the team as the new civilian specialized gear mechanic.

[lordprettyflackotara]

hitchhiker || chapter five || the proxies

no tw for dis chapter ;)

a/n: i hope yall enjoy this calm shit while it last bc shit is about to hit the fan <3

<— previous chapter

“I’m not crazy i’m telling you someone’s been here!”

Brian stood with his hands in his pockets, watching you nervously explore your apartment. Tim and Toby walked after you as you darted around like a pinball machine. “A-are you sure?” Toby questioned. You were examining your jewelry, all of which was obviously fake. Brian watched you palm through all of it, as if you were mentally preparing for the worst. No one would steal your shitty jewelry. “Yes i’m sure. There’s no doubt about it,” You said. Rushing out of the room you turned to the bathroom. You rummaged through your bathroom closet, as well as your medicine cabinet.

“Well did they take anything?” Tim asked. The three men were observing you quietly, trying to ensure they didn’t pinch a nerve. Brian didn’t think you’d realize your panties were missing. After rummaging through your drawers he knew you had more than enough pairs. But as he watched your face turn beet red, he realized he might’ve been wrong. “Yes, they did,” You answered in a stale tone. The men exchanged glances, watching as you anxiously leaned against the bathroom sink. You were gripping it like your life depended on it. “Well, what did they take?” Brian asked. He had to fight back a mocking tone. He didn’t always agree with Hoodie’s approach, but he had to admit he wasn’t fond of you either.

You were visibly flustered, the heat visible across your cheeks. Toby placed a caring hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s o-okay. You can t-t-tell us. We just wanna help,” Toby said. You placed your hand on top of his, your gaze staying glued to the sink. You couldn’t meet their eyes, embarrassment flooding over you.

“They took my panties.”

A pregnant pause hung through out the small bathroom, your eyes screwing shut in embarrassment. Brian’s eyebrows raised at your confession. Huh. Observant and honest, even when embarrassed. You brushed past them, darting into your bedroom. Shoving open your closet doors you grabbed onto your suitcase. “Woah woah woah what are you doing?” Toby exclaimed, hot on your heels. You began grabbing armfuls of clothes, yanking them off of the hangers. “Something is wrong, I can’t stay here,” You huffed. You admittedly, looked very scattered brained. You chose to leave out the weird shit you had been seeing. You sounded crazy enough.

Tim stepped in front of you, preventing you from shoving anymore clothes inside of your suitcase. “Don’t be ridiculous I think you’re just becoming paranoid. Why do you think your panties were stolen anyway?” Brian questioned harshly. You shot him a dirty look, Tim’s large hands gently placing themselves on your upper arms to prevent you from moving. “They’re red and lacey. It happens to be the only thong I own. I wore it to work yesterday and left it on the bathroom floor,” You spat. Toby awkwardly turned away, trying his hardest to not visibly appear flustered. Tim cleared his throat, looking down at you.

“I don’t think running away is the right thing to do. This is your home,” Tim told you. His mind spun in a circle with ideas, many of which included you going back to their temporary apartment. Which, wouldn’t have been such a bad plan if it wasn’t utterly filthy and trashed. Masky and Hoodie were not kind to the buildings they stayed in. “Why don’t we uh, stay with you?” Tim offered. Toby poked his head over Tim’s shoulder. “We will?” He asked excitedly. Brian shuffled awkwardly over to the three of you, standing behind you. “We will?” He deadpanned.

Tim shot him a warning look. “Yeah, we’ll take turns,” He said firmly. Brian took issue with this for many reasons. Putting aside his distaste for you, he needed to investigate Nova more. From the moment Toby mentioned the vanilla folder, Brian knew something was wrong. Even after he waited for the younger proxy to relay the information he obtained from observing Nova. She was on the Winston case, but Toby claimed to not see the vanilla folder anywhere after he had dropped you off. It was nipping at Brian’s mind, his annoyance growing larger when he couldn’t locate it in your apartment.

Brian needed to know something simple. Very simple. Was Nova solely investigating the homicide of Detective Winston? Or was she going beyond that and looking into the case that resulted in his death sentence? Brian suspected that she was diving deeper. Based on his observations, your stories about her, and Toby’s testimony, she had the firey personality of someone who would. For a split second he thought keeping you around was helpful. But now as Tim sentenced them to babysitting you, it felt more like a punishment for ever thinking so.

“What about our job?” Brian asked through gritted teeth. You shifted to put your clothes back in your closet, avoiding Brian’s daggers being fired your way. “We’ll take shifts,” Tim answered. Toby waltzed around the two of them, distracting you by helping you put everything back on the rack. “Shifts? I have plans tonight,” Brian muttered. Tim cocked his head to the right, signaling him to exit the room. Tim excused the both of them, shutting your bedroom door. “Shes not a kid Tim, she doesn’t need to be babysat,” Brian spat. Tim clenched his fist, his eyes narrowing at his partner.

“Look I know you and your alter are freaky fucks but how could you have been so careless? I was fine letting you snoop around to exercise your theory but that? That’s how you spent your time?” Tim hissed. The men were struggling to keep their voices down, the two of them on edge. “That was five seconds out of a multiple hour long investigation,” Brian argued. Tim leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms. “Yet that five seconds is the only notable thing to have happened right? Did you find anything about your theory?” Tim questioned. Brian admittedly did not. He stood across from Tim, leaning against the kitchen island.

“I didn’t but Tim you just need to trust me-” Brian began. Tim cut him off, taking a step towards him. “Then that’s it. The end. This happens everywhere we go. When we eliminate a target, nevertheless a chief detective, someone is going to investigate it. You know as well as I do it’s not common for them to go deeper,” Tim whispered harshly. He glanced at your bedroom door, making sure Toby was keeping you occupied. “You’re becoming paranoid, both you and Hoodie. Stop it,” He grumbled. Tim began to walk away, Brian quick to grab his arm, the one reaching to rub his throbbing temple. “I need you to listen to me, this is not as simple as it seems i’m telling you-” He started, Tim quick to cut him off again.

This time Tim wasn’t having it, his anger overriding any other words he could’ve said. He turned around, grabbing Brian by his hoodie and shoving him against the kitchen counter. “No you listen to me you fucking freak, you ever, and I mean ever pull a stunt like that again. I will break your jaw,” The brunette threatened. Brian raised his eyebrows, quick to catch on. “Masky stop-” Brian tried to argue, Masky quick to shove him harshly against the counter again. His chocolate orbs were bright with rage, the veins in his neck visible. Pain shot up Brian’s spine, a bruise promising to form tomorrow morning. “I am the fucking leader here. You listen to me. You are going to stay the fuck here with her and Toby. Stop being a fucking prick and accept the fact she makes Toby and I happy,” Masky spat. His knuckles were turning white from gripping Brian’s hoodie so hard.

Masky released him, turning around. “She could make you happy too you know. If you let her,” Masky said, glancing over his shoulder. He knocked on your bedroom door, Brian’s face going pale. He opened the door to you putting your jewelry on Toby. “I’m gonna head out to do some work. I talked to Brian and you are gonna stay here with him and Toby until i’m done,” Masky told you. Curiously you glanced over at Brian, whose eyes were glued to the floor. “Me, Toby, and Brian?” You said slowly, as if you were reprocessing the words.

Masky nodded. “I’ll be back later,” He said abruptly, walking out of the room and out of your apartment front door. Your ‘goodbye’ was hanging on your lips, the words now unspoken at Tim’s suddenness shocking you to your core. Toby tried to not notice your pained facial expression. He could recognize the subtle deepness and roughness when Masky spoke. For you, it probably sounded like Tim just needed to clear his throat. Toby put on his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile. “We’ll make the most out of this, y-yeah?” He suggested cheerfully. Although the situation seemed gloomy to you, the man beside you was thrilled he got to spend a night with you.

As the evening turned into night, a storm had swept through your area. Its thunder rumbled your apartment building, the lightning flashing and briefly illuminating the room. Brian was sulking on your couch, his eyes glued to the window like his life depended on it. A soft tap on his shoulder made him glance up, your gaze centered on him. You held out the television remote. “Knock yourself out,” You murmured, Brian’s hand hesitantly taking the remote. He tried his hardest to tune both you and Toby out as he channel surfed. That annoyed him as well. Who the fuck didn’t have streaming services in 2024?

Lazily he rested his head on his hand, his propped up arm providing the support he was too tired to provide. His mind was on auto pilot, his thoughts swimming elsewhere as his thumb mindlessly pressed the buttons. He could faintly smell food, his eyes glazed over with a visible boredom. Toby plopping down onto the couch beside him snapped him out of his trance. "H-hey share the remote. I wanna watch s-south park," Toby said. Brian continued channel surfing, attempting to ignore the younger proxy. His jaw was clenched, his patience thinning. Toby lightly elbowed him. "Cmon when's the l-l-last time we got to watch tv," Toby whispered. Brian rolled his eyes, the televison channel switching to the news.

"In today's news Detective Nova Parker has given her statement regarding head investigator, Chief Winstons death."

Brian's eyes narrowed as he watched Nova step up to a podium on the screen. Her hair was in a tight bun, her face delicately covered in make up. If Nova knew how to do anything, it was how to look put together.

"After investigating my mentor, chiefs, and most importantly, friends death. I suspect that there is not only foul play but something more. But I know what it is in reference to," Nova paused, looking down at her previously written notes. With shaky hands she grabbed a piece of crumbled up paper, holding it to the rows of cameras. "This symbol, whatever it may mean, is very sacred to its creator. This is what Detective Winston was investigating. After indulging myself in the files, this is not the first time that this has happened our detectives," Nova continued. Flashes from photographs beamed off of her face, a large umbrella shielding her from the light rain.

"It makes me sick these terrorist have not only terrorized our community, but our country. I will not rest until those responsible are caught and Detective Winston and his family are given justice," Nova said proudly. Cheers and claps came from the crowd of onlookers, the piece of paper still held high in Nova's hand. "The last thing that I would like to say, is that if anything happens to me. The ones behind this symbol caused my death. I will not rest until our community is safe again. Thank you."

Brian sat dumbfounded, looking over at Toby for his reaction. He hadn't noticed his absence, the brunette chatting with you in the kitchen. Brian had to pick his jaw up from the floor. He was right, this entire time. He felt a wave of emotions, ones he was trying his hardest to control. On that very piece of paper, was the proxy symbol.

"Dinners r-ready!" Toby called, alerting Brian. The older proxy slowly rose from the couch, quickly switching the channel to a different one. Brian hadn't expected you to make him dinner, especially not with how distant he had been from you. He slowly approached the kitchen island, watching you hand Toby a bowl. It appeared to be chicken soup, a grilled cheese accompanying it on a white plate. Toby took his dinner to the couch, immersing himself in whatever was playing on tv. You abandoned the chicken soup, turning to a different pot on the stove. "What, am I not good enough for your chicken soup?" Brian mumbled.

You took the lid off of the unidentified pot, revealing another soup. "I made you tomato, It's your favorite right?" You asked. Brian's frustration faded, an unusual feeling of embarrassment washing over him like a violent wave. "Um yeah," Brain agreed. You poured his soup into a bowl, handing it to him. "Are you a vegan or vegetarian? I didn't make you a grilled cheese since I wasn't sure," You told him. Brian raised an eyebrow. "How did you figure out I'm vegetarian?" He questioned. Temporarily how flattered you made him feel made his worry about Nova subside. "You ordered a veggie burger at the restaurant, remember?" You asked. Brian tilted his head to the side. You remembered that? After how he treated you?

You weren't as oblivious as he thought you were.

You handed him the last grilled cheese, finally pouring yourself a bowl of chicken soup. You turned around, the small bowl the only thing in your hands. "Do you not like grilled cheese?" Brian asked. You shook your head, the two of you heading over to the living room to eat with Toby. Toby occupied one end of the couch, Brian making himself comfortable on the opposite end. You gulped, a tad nervous to be sitting beside Brian. "No I do, I just used my last slices of bread to make yours," You said simply. You crossed your legs, your gaze landing on whatever Toby put on tv. Brian tried to pay attention, his stomach churning as he looked down at the delicious meal you had selflessly made him. He swallowed as he dipped his grilled cheese into the soup, his mind wondering elsewhere.

Brian knew he should have been thinking of Nova and ways to take her down. You were a key advantage of that plan. The Operator would not be happy the proxy symbol was broadcasted the way it was. His biggest rule was that the proxies nor any creep was to make a spectacle of themselves. He would not be happy. It would only be a matter of time before he found out. Brian ate more of his soup, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the floor. He should have been thinking about Nova. But instead all he could think about was you. Were you really worth the risk Tim and Toby were willing to take?

Before he knew it your hand was on his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Sorry, I didn't want to bother Toby," You whispered. You pointed at the the younger brunette. His head was resting on your thigh, his chest inhaling deeply as he slept. "I was going to ask if you could help me with something," You whispered. Usually Brian would've argued, but now you intrigued him. You slowly got up, careful to ensure Toby didn't wake up. He nodded in agreement, the two of you setting your dishes in the kitchen. He followed you into your bedroom. Unsurely he sat on your bed, watching you close the door.

The setting felt oddly intimate, the dim fairy lights you had strung across the walls the only sources of light. The pitter pattering of the rain outside was the only sound Brian could hear. You walked over to your cluttered dresser, grabbing two packets of paper. "I was going to ask Tim or Toby but uh, you know," You say shyly. You hand Brian a packet, his eyes scanning it curiously. "What is this?" He asked you. You sat beside him on your bed, careful to not touch him. "It's an um, script for this crime sitcom coming out. I wanted to try out for the lead. I just need someone to practice with," You explained. Brian skimmed the lines. To him it seemed like the dorkiest lines ever written. "We don't have to I can ask Tim when he comes back," You say. You reached out to grab the script, Brian quick to yank it away.

“You want to be the lead in a crime show called New Yorks Masterminds?” Brian asked, raising one eyebrow. You chuckled, hiding your face with your own script. “I know the title is awful but everyone starts somewhere,” You say bashfully. Brian grabbed the top of your script, guiding it downwards. Your face was bright pink, the sight making Brian give you a small smile. “I’ll help you learn your script,” He agreed. The script to Brian meant absolutely nothing, but seeing your passion acting out the terribly written main character amused him. He was starting to understand why Tim and Toby were intrigued. It went beyond your good looks. You were smart, kind, and selfless. For a brief moment he felt bad about the way he had perceived you. You were still a risk, the Operator not wanting the proxies to interact with anyone more than they should.

But Brian felt, something. Something odd. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Oh cmon Matthew it was a good case,” You recited. Brian glanced at his script, following its directions. He leaned forward, wiping the side of your lip to clean up the smudged lip gloss the script called for. You looked down at the next bit, your eyes widening. “We um, we don’t have to continue this. We can call it a night,” You say quickly, rushing the words out. Brian felt confused, his eyes looking down at the paper.

Matthew kisses Rachel.

Brian felt himself getting flustered. “Yeah that’s fine,” He agreed quietly. You awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, tossing the script aside. “Sorry I didn’t know that was in there. I haven’t even kissed anyone in a long time and I don’t think i’d even be good at it-” You began to ramble. Brian couldn’t explain what he did next. Maybe it was desperation to feel something. To feel a woman. To feel you. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, before fluttering shut and accepting the kiss. His large hands found your waist, pulling you closer. His kisses were needy, his breath hot as his tongue swiped across your lower lip. Fireworks exploded around the two of you, the hairs on the back of Brian’s neck standing up.

You accepted him with ease, his tongue exploring your mouth. You groaned softly, Brian’s large hands pulling you into his lap. You straddled his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck. It was only when you both ran out of breath that you pulled away. Both of your faces were red, from flusteredness and lack of oxygen.

“Was that enough practice or do you need more?”

“I think I need more.”

Maybe you weren’t as bad as Brian thought.

—> next chapter

[verascrow]

Hi!! Im back (Same anon who requested the soft!dom Nikolai), hope your day/night is going well ^^. Okay, for the life of me I cannot stop thinking about Nikolai with a virgin reader, and every time I do it makes me go crazy 😩😩 like, he already knew about the fact she’d never been with anybody intimately and he couldn’t care one bit, simply content with just kissing and cuddling, even being around her. However, one night the reader comes to him and says she’s ready to lose it, and Nikolai couldn’t be more excited. Honestly feel like he’d be nervous, not wanting to hurt her, even as he’s slowly opening her up with his fingers and she’s moaning, or when she’s begging for him to put it in already as he shush’s her and tells her to be patient.

Ultimately I think I’d be the softest experience ever, and he’d be nothing but gentle and attentive to her, do you think you could write something like this?? (Sorry for it being long again omg but I had sm to say 😭) and obv take ur time <33 🫶🏽

I'm so obsessed with your soft dom Nik thoughts anon like you have absolutely no idea. They wrack around in my brain like a pinball machine. I can't explain it to you any better than that, and I absolutely adore it.

PAIRING f!virgin!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, soft dom!Nikolai, fingering, soft sex ]

He definately wouldn't care whether or not you're a virgin. To him, it isn't something that really matters much to him. If anything, when considering the act itself, it almost brings up, like you said, a sense of nervousness or anxiety to him in the fear that could possibly come with hurting you.

He isn't a small man, after all. In all aspects.

But when you come to him one night when he's lying down on the couch, spread out comfortably and ready to watch a movie with you, hearing you whine and keen out to him about how you need him... who is he to deny you? You - his sweet, precious, beautiful girl, needing to be taken care of.

That's his job as your boyfriend, after all. Is it not?

He brings you onto his lap, hands on your hips gently kneading the flesh of your thighs, keeping it simple at first as he kisses along your skin, slow and calculated, ensuring he lavishes all the attention he can possibly give to you. To worship and adore you in all of the ways that you deserve.

Hot, heavy, messy kisses, nothing short of tongue and teeth. Sloppy. Wandering hands that grab and grope, your flesh spilling out between the gaps of his fingers. Uneven, shaky, gasping breaths from the both of you, so desperate for more, yet equally trying to keep the situation controlled.

But you need more. And he gives it to you.

He switches your positions a bit, making you lay with your back to his chest, one of his big, warm hands shimmying itself beneath the waistband of those pretty, loose shorts that you had been wearing, two fingers gently teasing around your sex.

You're so fuckin' wet and it drives him absolutely crazy.

He'd use two of his fingers to spread your folds apart, his chin resting on your shoulder as he listens to all of the pretty sounds you make as he teases your cunt. Even with two separate layers of fabric separating your pussy from the open air, both of you can still hear just how wet you are.

One of his fingers is about as thick as two of your own, after all, so after long minutes of waiting, even one of his fingers makes you cry and whimper. And fuck, the way he just explores your insides, all slow and calculating, and then, when you're ready, sinking another finger into your drooling pussy.

Nik's singing you praises all the while, too. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as your head falls back onto him, whispering about how warm you are, how you're making such a good mess of his hands, how nice you sound, how you look fucking gorgeous falling apart because of him when he's barely even do anything.

You can feel him getting hard under you, too. Especially with the way his free hand presses down on your lower tummy, molding you into him as he slowly finger fucks you until you practically have tears in your eyes. As loving and caring as he's being, he's going so fucking slow, never giving you enough to be able to cum.

Whimper and whine all you want, but he's exploring your pussy! He wants to make sure he knows how every inch of your insides feel, the way your slick drips down his wrist, the little squeezes you make around his fingers. Let a man have his fun. :(

"Patience, апушка (sweetheart)."

He stresses, tutting you softly as you beg for him to go faster, for him to make you cum, and for him to just fuck you already. It's like he's patronizing you, almost - but the honey coating his voice is too similar to a siren's call, and it simply encourages you to listen.

And oh, is it worth it.

Nikolai is a man of many talents, but making you cum in record time and with such accuracy and precision is, in your humble opinion, his most impressive one.

He moves his arm that holds that hand that was inside of you under your leg, his other moving down to your clit as he presses you into him - even if you thrash, it won't stop him - as he just abuses that poor little pussy of yours, fucking his fingers in and out of you with one hand, curling them against and targeting that spot that makes it hurt to breathe while his other slaps and rubs your clit until you're seizing.

He makes you cum so hard you swear on you forget how to breath properly, cries so high pitched you can't even hear them, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, foot cramping, sweat coating every inch of your body.

Every sensation is just too overwhelming but gods, does it feel good.

That's why it almost pisses you off when he asks if he went too far and if you're okay, helping bring you back down to Earth with gentle kisses and a concerned voice. He brings his hands away from your sensitive pussy (not before licking his hands clean and almost cumming from the taste), tracing gentle figures across your skin as he waits for you.

He's so worried that, even from fingering you, he might have hurt you in some way. Even when you reassure him that you're okay and that's the hardest you ever came and that you still want more, he's so worried and hesitant even if he doesn't outwardly show it. You're his girl, and he'd never want to hurt you. :(

Beg him a little more and a little harder, though, and he'll cave. After all, he still hasn't taken care of his own arousal, his cock so hard he swears to himself that it hurts, and you're pussy is all stretched out and wet and waiting for him, right? And you still want his cock to fill you up, right?

And he does just that. He pulls his cock out from his own joggers that he had been wearing, shimmying them down just enough as he pushes the fabric of your shorts to the side. And fuck, the way you're drooling from your little hole has him weak - even seeing your pussy has him on the brink.

He's so cocky and smug all of the time, so he can't help himself than to be a bit of a tease, tracing his tip along the outside of your pussy, tapping it against your clit and tracing it down towards your hole, never pushing in, just having his fun. But even he can't take it for long, having to bite his lip and just go for it.

He's so careful, distracting you with a hot and heavy make-out session, hands at your hips, gently massaging them as he sinks you down onto his cock inch by inch. Not only is his cock thick, but it's so big that even a few inches in has you whining and needing a rest before he tries to keep going.

"So good for me... doing such a good job, yeah? Look at you. Look at how well you take me."

He's talking to himself and he knows it, but he doesn't care. Not when you're so warm and wet and willing to take him.

When it comes to him actually fucking you, he takes his time - similar and different to earlier. His fingers are different from his dick, obviously, so now he's especially careful and considerate about your comfort - always checking in, always making sure you're okay and that you're feeling good as he bounces you up and down on himself.

Have you ever heard that thing that guys will avoid looking at you and do things like a times table in their head to stop themself from cumming so quick? No? Yes? Whatever the case, lucky for you, that isn't Nik.

He's so obsessed with the facial expressions you're making, the sounds that are coming out past (both of) your lips that his own climax climbs up with such suddenness and force, slamming into him as he does you.

A broken curse in Russian falls from his tongue as he can't help himself, his balls emptying out into you without warning, the faintest whimper coming from him as he fucks himself into overstimulation just to make you cum. :( He doesn't care how sensitive he is, he just wants to see you fall apart.

And just... ugh. Aftercare king >>>

He makes sure you're comfortable and gets you all cleaned up (even though he himself has trouble walking from how hard he came), bring you some water and some pain killers and something to eat if you ask, and makes sure you get all the praise and love you could ever ask for. <3

[anyshapebutsquare]

Me, my home in complete disarray around me, my brain acting like a pinball machine of ideas and tasks: ok Katie you have one day off to get done this list of specific things in order of priority and efficiency

My brain: you know….you should really steam vacuum your mattresses. You’ve never done that once in the entire time you’ve owned them.

[whamgram]

If Vox and Charlie did fuck who would top and bottom?

Anon, you have lit up the pinball machine that is my brain and this ask has been darting around it all day while I manically mash the flipper buttons.

After much deliberation, I think Vox would be a sloppy top. He thinks he's giving Charlie the time of her life, when in reality he's pounding her like a jackhammer and barely lasts two minutes before he pops off and collapses on top of her. Then he'd have the audacity to roll over and say "That was great for me babe, was it great for you?" Like I could see him being very selfish and overconfident in the bedroom.

I also think Vox would enjoy getting Charlie off, but it's less about her pleasure and more about boosting his own ego. He wants the bragging rights to say he had the princess of hell moaning, squirming, and begging for his USB stick. 😏

Alternatively, I could also see Charlie as a mommy top. She's so tender and attentive with him, it unlocks this deep need for affection and intimacy that he's always had inside of him. So he becomes just an absolute whimpering mess in her arms, desperate for her to love him.

I like to think Vox is a guy who despite being so intricately connected to the world through technology, lacks any meaningful connections in his (after)life. All his relationships are superficial. Alastor abandoned him. Velvette barely tolerates him for the sake of their business partnership. Valentino forgets about him whenever Angel Dust shows up. He thinks he can fill this void with all the tech, power, and influence he has, but it's never enough, which is why he's constantly seeking more. Then someone comes along who actually gives him what he's been craving - love, affection, connection, the feeling of not being used as a means to a end - and he latches on HARD.

Not to circle this back to Charlastor (surprise surprise lol) but this is something I love about the Staticbelle/Charlastor love triangle. The idea that Alastor and Vox fall for Charlie for the same reasons and she fills this huge emotional void they both have to be loved and wanted. But while Alastor was always in denial about having such needs, Vox had been futilely pursuing other ways to fulfill them.

[ms-m-astrologer]

Transiting Mercury enters Gemini

Monday, May 25 - Sunday, June 8, 2025

Not even two weeks, but in Gemini, could well bring out the worst of Mercury: we ignore the messages our body is trying to send us; we go to endless, elaborate lengths to preserve our own points of view; we flit from topic to topic without any depth of meaning; we refuse to turn our brains off.

So we’re going to have to be very, very careful about the Mercury processes:

Learning - how we learn should be reviewed. There’s a spectrum of being totally closed off to everything that doesn’t fit into our preconceived notions; to following along blindly with the latest hip theories. We all need a little mental rewiring/reprogramming, but there has to be some direction! We can let some fresh ideas inside.

Thinking and reasoning - it’s important to be impartial and to take a “just the facts” approach. We should avoid jumping to conclusions, but slow down and listen! If we need to make longer-term plans, it will be wise to build some flexibility into them.

Communication - talking too fast, talking in circles, jabbering aimlessly. Mercury/Gemini can be succinct when it wants to be! Is it more important to be understood, or to impress ourselves/others with our vast vocabularies?

We’re going to get some fabulous ideas (if we open ourselves up to receiving them!), as well as some idea of ways of thinking that no longer work in 2025. I don’t think this is the very best time to act on those ideas - just getting the lines of communication operational, should be the focus.

Note if any of the following aspects “dings” something important in your birth chart. Allow a day on either side:

Sunday, May 25 - Tuesday, May 27:

Mercury/Gemini sextile Saturn/Aries, 0°04’

Mercury/Gemini sextile Neptune/Aries, 1°46’

Mercury/Gemini sextile Ceres/Aries, 3°22’

Mercury/Gemini trine Pluto Rx/Aquarius, 3°42’

Especially strong on the 26th, when the Moon is also in Gemini. This is like catnip for Mercury/Gemini, with a seemingly limitless number of ideas floating around. We can really tune in mentally to The Cosmos - and perhaps get a glimpse of where we’re heading in 2026.

Wednesday, May 28 - Friday, May 30:

Mercury/Gemini inconjunct Vesta Rx/Scorpio, 6°30’

Mercury/Gemini (7°34’) semi-square Venus/Aries (22°34’)

Mercury/Gemini conjunct Sun/Gemini, 9°01’

Mercury/Gemini (10°30’) semi-square Eris/Aries (25°30’)

Mercury/Gemini (10°39’) semi-square Chiron/Aries (25°39’)

The main thing is the conjunction with the Sun: this is the Superior Conjunction, the halfway point of the Sun-Mercury cycle. If we have old ways of thinking, learning, and speaking - and that don’t work well any more - we may have some ego-based difficulties in acknowledging the problem.

Tuesday, June 3 - Wednesday, June 4:

Mercury/Gemini (18°37’) sesquiquad Pluto Rx/Aquarius (3°37’)

Mercury/Gemini inconjunct Juno Rx/Scorpio, 19°52’

Mercury/Gemini (20°47’) sesquiquad Vesta Rx/Scorpio (5°47’)

This is also a difficult couple of days, where I think we’ll see what happens when people around us refuse to listen - and maybe a little light beginning to dawn. “Gee, maybe other people get pissed off when I’m evasive and glib and stubborn about my point of view….”

Thursday, June 5 - Friday, June 6:

Mercury/Gemini square North Node/Pisces and South Node/Virgo, 23°15’

Mercury/Gemini sextile Mars/Leo, 23°42’

Mercury/Gemini trine Pallas/Aquarius, 25°13’

Mercury/Gemini sextile Eris/Aries, 25°33’

Mercury/Gemini sextile Chiron/Aries, 25°58’

The Moon is in Libra during these days and - especially on the 6th - will trigger this set-up. IF (and that’s a huge “if”) we’re willing to tame our thoughts, learn something new, and use our brains more strategically - then we’re empowered to grow. (Otherwise, we’re flying all over the place - bouncing off tangents like a pinball machine.)

Sunday, June 8 - Mercury/Gemini conjunct Jupiter/Gemini, 29°46’. I’m kind of pissed that this is happening so late in Gemini - both planets move into Cancer immediately afterwards. Could be a summing up of the past couple of weeks, with vision for the future - or could be a realization (or not) that we’ve wasted so much time/effort in fighting to maintain our point of view.

[pumpkinsy0]

headcanons for what purly get up to in like casual day to day life? (they drive me crazy they’re like the rats in the walls of my brain)

reaaaaaallllll

•ok all bs aside, i think they do dumb things daily, but its on a scale, yknow??? the crazy things i say they do def do happen but not AS often as it seems!!!

•they like, never 100% know where the other is, they have an IDEA, but they just ask around till they find each other,,,like two rat lovers in a maze,,,the prize isnt the cheese,,,but its finding the other, THATS,,,the real exit,,

•id like to think that curly brings pony along to help him fuck w his #enemies!! DOES pony wanna b apart of the beef??? not not rlly, but as long as it doesnt involve straight up jumping them, pony’ll go, ponys loyal but not “im not gonna help u jump someone idk” kinda loyal

•on a similar note, dare i say sometimes curly also takes pony along to do some of tims work w him, they arent THAT dangerous otherwise tim wouldnt let curly do it, plus all pony rlly does is stay in the car, curly likes it that way bc 1) makes him look more cool and mysterious 2) keeps pony safe

•they argue all the time, its just not BAD arguments, i mean yea they tend to tell but thats bc they dont have inside voices. if ur hanging out w them, expect to b a thirdwheel until they ask u to pick a side

•a solid amount of ponys clothes is thrifted, when darry gives pony money to go and get clothes, curly tags along and treats it like theyre gonna go on a honeymoon, “u would look great in this😏😏”, and the shirt would break if pony even attempted to try it on, he needs the clothes to LAST

•shhhh dont tell anyone i told u but they try to sneak into bucks place sometimes shhhhhh, but it never works so they just hang out at an arcade, particularly the pinball machine

•if u r a store owner and these two walk in, do urself a favor and accept that today u lost more money than u gained, 60s version of bonnie and clyde over here

•loveee carving their initials anywhere they can, they claim their territory bc they think theyre sm better than all the other couples in tulsa (they r but whatever🙄)

•ponybknows curly doesnt have much food at home so when its ponys turn to cook at his place, he asks if curly wants to come over, and chances r curly will agree. not bc hes hungry, but bc he wants to see his MALEWIFE in action

•ok look if curlys hair is in braids or whatever, pony helps him take it out, this is a good and bad thing bc sometimes curlys hair tangles up either bc he didnt take proper care of his braids while it WAS in braids or bc pony somehow messed up while talking them out

•they talk about the future wayyyy more than ppl would think!! while curlys wayyy more of a “im in the present im gonna live it up” baby, he thinks about what he wants to do NOW in order to b tougher and fiercer in the future, and i dont need to talk about pony and the future now, BUT MY POINT IS, they have their down times where they share their hopes!!

[mysterycitrus]

*shakes you like a magic 8-ball, respectfully* thoughts on grant emerson and grant + roy family things?

*my brain audibly rattles around like a pinball machine*

one of the worst changes to roy harper’s writing post-flashpoint is his total disconnection from younger heroes. his relationship with grant (and rose wilson and mia) were as important for him thematically as lian is — a portrayal of a recovered addict who is trusted and beloved by his community, and is a valuable support for others. it’s a shame he didn’t have the same connection to the young justice generation as dick and kory and vic do, because i really would’ve loved to have seen him interact more with cassie and kon specifically.

his relationship with grant is so great, and is one of my favourite parts of titans 99. the idea that a titans character would look to roy for leadership instead of dick is very funny conceptually and very sweet in-text. roy earned his trust!! grant is a very hurt person who’s scared of hurting others, but isn’t afraid to open up around roy!! it’s good character writing!! roy is shown as a deeply empathetic person, whose empathy is reflected in how lian immediately tries to comfort grant when he’s having a breakdown!! im gonna ignore pretty much everything about grant this century but i also think it was a great example about how the titans as a space works so well for people who lack other support — even if the fab 5 make it functionally toxic hehehe

it’s also a great mirror to how much roy hates bruce, but also a reflection of roy’s own history with ollie — people misinterpret his relationship with ollie a lot but there’s a very loving and trusting foundation there. roy hates how bruce treats his own kids (specifically dick) and thus treats his own daughter and other kids with respect and care. roy is portrayed as a goofy guy a lot of the time, but i miss when he was allowed to be actually emotionally intelligent and empathetic. his entire life should’ve revolve around which bat people like him hanging out with the most — give him a rich inner world!!

[blindmagdalena]

okay this sounds way too self aware for homelander and i very much doubt this will happen whatever way they go in s5 because he is how he is and he craves what he craves. but the idea of him, after whatever litany of toxic father son shenanigans he and soldier boy go through, coming out with something like "you know, i killed black noir for not telling me you were my father, but i think i understand his reasoning now" and then swooshing out of the room dramatically is pinging around my brain like a pinball machine. like i doubt hl is gonna be mentally stable enough in s5 for any realisation about sb's approval of him not actually mattering, not unless he's about to go nuclear and destroy everything, but the baked in tragedy of him just gnaws at me constantly. so rude how he can commit atrocity after atrocity and i'm just like hmm he needs a HUG actually! (and therapy so much therapy)

you know i would have agreed about the 'too self aware' thing before that scene in season 4 where he's apologizing to Ryan with a REMARKABLE level of self awareness, addressing how he was projecting and how he was going to do better moving forward. while i do think they goofed the order of those scenes, it still gave me hope for their relationship going forward.

i would love for Homelander to be the one to break the generational trauma here! and i hope Ryan can help him see that SB their (grand)father isn't reason enough to let him be horrible to them. Homelander is so painfully desperate for external validation. seeing him find juuust enough inherent worth in himself to allow him to break free of those chains would be huge.

idk, there's a lot of TALK about Homelander being insane/unhinged, but s4 was honestly the season he felt the MOST hinged to me. like, he's running a company, he's being a pretty decent (by The Boys standards...) father, he didn't really lash out very much... I mean, A-Train betrayed him and his response was to have a good cry. same with his plans all going to shit. he was pretty freaking tame/domestic to be honest lol i'd kind of LIKE to see s5 ramp him back up to those earlier season shenanigans

[borkeraaaarf]

I have a hard time explaining things, but

Do you potentially see my vision

The Influencer belongs to @ask-the-rag-dolly

Edit: it sort of actually happened

[freg-freg]

Oh no!!!!! It looks like sun and moon have been turned into marketable pins!!!!!

The head and ruffles are probably made out of a clay (probably polymer??) and the bell and ribbons are attached via little hooks so you can move them around. Not sure if the ribbons would actually be ribbons or just clay shaped into ribbons.

Don't know if this is even a good pin design, especially with the moving elements, just a little idea that has been pinball machine-ing through my brain for the past few days

Anyway, on a completely unrelated note if anyone has any tips on sculpting with polymer clay I am all ears lol. Sun is looking very lumpy rn

[apoptoses]

JESS i’m having louis/armand/daniel brain rot again, i wanna know your thoughts 🥺 specifically like, are there any things that armand and daniel enjoyed during their DM years that you think they might pick back up with louis at trinity gate? i feel like in my head, daniel is always kind of the third wheel (at trinity gate, at least), but i’m really fascinated by the idea of LOUIS being the one to step into their world for a change

oh man oh man, I LOVE this question!! and i have so many thoughts!!

Movies: we know Louis watches movies from how he kept showing up at Lestat's in body thief to stare at his tv lol But I think Armand and Daniel have so many inside jokes from all of the weirdo movies they used to watch, or quotes that they repeat and Louis doesn't get it. So I think they'd really enjoy sitting him down and subjecting him to the Worst Hits of Armand's Movie Phase.

And Daniel especially would enjoy the validation that some of these are fuckin terrible films LOL They could mind gift back and forth about how insipid Louis finds the plot until Daniel is sitting there choking back laughter because finally, someone who agrees Time Bandits isn't that funny.

Video Games: I don't mean modern console games, I mean like classic arcade games and pinball machines. Which Armand probably has a whole room of them in the basement somewhere, lovingly restored and in perfect condition. And I think Louis would be a little hesitant- he seems like the type who acts 'above' certain things just because if he tries it and sucks at it he'll feel humiliated. But even he can't resist the siren call of PacMan and eventually he's knocked them both down on the scoreboard and taken the top spot.

(Also they like to go out a lot so sometimes they end up at like, Dave n Busters LOL Which is far more contentious because ugh, it's noisy and tacky and smells like that radioactive 'cheese' mortals cover their nachos with. But your jock!Louis headcanons have bewitched me and I think they could soothe him by getting him to shoot hoops on the basketball game)

Going Out-Out: Louis is such a homebody when left to his own devices and now that they've got Trinity Gate, home to whatever vampires want to stop by, what's the point in spending time among mortals?

So they'd ease him in with some random one-off classes ("Come, Louis, we've an appointment to learn to make fresh pasta tonight" "Yeah, I know, what's the point when we don't eat, just don't argue with him, it'll be fun" And you know what? It is). And then they'd take him to random stuff from the meetup app (or not so random, because both of them know Louis wouldn't be able to resist debating strangers at a weekly book club).

And then they're back to running around strange apartment buildings to meet up and coming artists, and accepting invites to follow their classmates down to a local bar, and crashing the sets of night shoots around New York. It goes better when it's the three of them because when someone is over it and ready to go home there's no obligation to stay and keep their partner company. No pressure to do anything but enjoy existing together out in the world for a few hours.

Special mentions:

board games (the more obscure the better)

travel (this time Louis and Daniel are more mentally present lol)

letting armand play sugar daddy and picking their outfits for the ballet (which leads to some altercations that have armand feeling like that post about 'help my subs have unionized')

weird 70s/80s craft nights (louis ends up gifting his tie dye shirt to lestat, armand and daniel send theirs to marius)

'treasure hunting' aka scamming the wealthy out of their art collections (louis doesn't care about the value, he does however feel some righteous indignation over important historical pieces being kept in vaults as some tech bro's 'investment'; daniel is just happy to finally understand how armand does it, and take part in it himself)

abusing kitchen gadgets (doesn't matter who you are, playing 'will it blend' can catch the fascination of even the most arrogant, erudite vampires)

[skimmingmilk]

I know it's a meme but I find the idea of sonic having a gambling addiction hilarious and like actually serious??? Just something about him yelling "let's hit the casino baby!" scratches my brain

Big money, big money!

I don't know if I'd call it a straight up gambling addiction, but I think the lights and colors and risk vs reward aspect of gambling would scratch at Sonic's more impulsive, in-the-moment nature. For that same reason though, I think he'd also get bored of casinos pretty quick! At least with things like slots or roulette, games that are entirely luck and chance based, with little input from the player involved. I feel like he'd get really tired of it, even if he was winning a lot. I don't know that it would be super satisfying to him. So the impulse to just stop would kick in and he'd leave, lol.

Card games and pool, and even arcade games or pinball, would be more Sonic's speed, since he can actively do something to affect the outcome, even if only in a small way. Plus, in the case of cards and pool, he's also playing against other people, which would appeal to his competitiveness, too. There's way more satisfaction to be had in using a poker face and reading people's tells to pull a win out from under someone else's nose than just playing the odds against a machine.

So in a way, yeah, I can kinda see a couple scenarios where he might get too into certain forms of gambling, depending on the situation and how competitive it is. Still, I don't think he's nearly as bad off as Barry ;P

[keirawantstocry]

cquackcicle morning fluff myabe…… i’m not good at coming up with prompt ideas😭

dont worry this is amazing, i need them being sooooo soft with each other

The last thing Quackity remembered was getting drunk out of his mind in his own casino. There was endless sorrows to drown, thoughts that pinged around his brain just like that stupid game that Slime had insisted they put inside the casino. 

“How does this make us money?” Quackity had asked while watching unamused as the other man played fiercely with the pinball machine. 

“Wellllll,” Slime dragged out with a grin in his voice. “It doesn't. But it sure does make me happy. And if it makes me happy it will surely make our other patrons happy.” 

“There's no reason to have it if we aren't making money from it,” Quackity said, crossing his arms. 

They kept the pinball machine. 

The first thing Quackity was aware of in the morning was slime. There was a common misconception about Slime and his slime. Most people expected it to be cold. Even Quackity himself had expected the slime coating Slime's body to be cold and unnerving. This was mostly because the only experience people had with his slime was his hands. By the time the slime reached his hands and someone else's it was cold. But the source of the slime? It was warm. While against Slime's chest it was warm. 

The first thing Quackity was aware of in the morning was warm slime against his face. Slime was sleeping, letting out soft gasps as his chest fell and rose under Quackity's head. Their arms were around each other, legs entangled in some slimy heap of warm skin and clothing. 

“Slime?” Quackity croaked out as he forced his eyes open, trying to fight through the bleary haze of sleep and pounding headache pressing against his temples. 

The man above him continues to softly snore. 

“Slime!” Quackity began to push at his arms, trying to push him off. He didn't budge. 

Quackity deflated in defeat, glaring up at Slime's annoyingly peaceful sleeping face. “You're lucky you're cute,” he grumbled under his breath, solely because he knew Slime couldn't hear him. “If I had any sense I would have kicked you out from the very beginning of you showing up on my doorstep. It's sad honestly that I have such a thing for pretty faces.” He laughed to himself, relaxing but wincing at the pounding in his head. “I mean c'mon, that's the whole reason Foolish is here.” 

Slime shifted in his sleep, snoring even louder. 

Quackity shook his head affectionately and let his eyes shut once again. Let the strangely warm slime slip him back into sleep.