#shit wait no... was it something in that bowl of ice cream maybe??

[silentglassbreak]

an idea for a fluffy blurb? you've been dating Noah for a few months and he finally gets the courage to say "I love you" 🥺

Oh my loooooove! I think this would be the cutest shit everrrrrrr.

Imagine, right? You and Noah met, maybe somewhere totally normal? At a bookstore or a movie theater? Since we know the man likes to see movies alone?

It’s not always concert sightings or music-related.

Cause Noah, under all the talent and fame, is a normal guy! He has normal wants and needs…and nerves.

He had the hardest time introducing himself, so you had to. You had noticed him staring, an unsure smirk on his lips, and decided…hey, maybe you should give it a shot? Maybe the cute boy with the boba brown eyes was worth talking to?

Oh…he was.

And he struggled to make the first move. It had taken four dates, three meals, two movies, and a shared bowl of ice cream before you finally had to ask, “Are you planning on kissing me? Or did I read this all wrong?”

And when he did…the sparks that erupted put the Disneyland finale show to an absolute shame.

Needless to say, Noah didn’t know how to initiate, so sex took…longer than you would’ve liked. You told yourself you’d hold out. You’d wait until he grew the nerve. If he wasn’t ready to take that step, you should respect that right?

But you knew he wanted it. You could see the hunger in his eyes. The angle of his stares. The way he licked his lips when you borrowed his t-shirts or wore your swimsuit in front of him. His hand always lingered a little on your waist, and you silently begged him to just take it.

But…to your dismay…three long, dry weeks will make a girl desperate. So you begrudgingly caved, and jumped him one night while you both spent hours watching movie after movie on his couch.

He invited you in with open arms, and the experience was lethal. You were hooked. He was never getting rid of you.

So that’s how you ended up six months in, standing on Pier 49 in San Francisco, smiling at the seals, with Noah’s arms around you, chatting with Folio about fish and whatever else.

So many soft touches, passionate kisses, longing stares.

But still…no mention of that one word.

You felt it. You felt it long ago. Did he?

Why wouldn’t he say it? Noah clearly had trust and commitment issues, you had learned. But he could’ve left ages ago. He had a sparkling career, money, looks that could kill. He could have any woman he wanted.

The man bled confidence and tenacity…until it came to you.

With you, he was timid and shy, carefully calculating words. He never said anything he didn’t mean or could be misunderstood.

So, he hadn’t said it out loud for a reason, then. You had decided it just had to be that he didn’t feel that way toward you. And that made your sides split, and your heart sink every time you thought about it.

It would break you when Noah decided to finally move on. Find something that he did feel that way about.

You put it out of your head, for now. At least you had today.

“Ready?” His voice was low in your ear, and you turned, swallowing the lump forming in your throat.

“Sure am.”

You rode the ferry off to Alcatraz Island for the prison tour. When he asked what all you wanted to do on their off day in the city, all you could think about was seeing it up close. He vowed to take you there.

The tour was mesmerizing, taking you through the cell blocks that still stood, getting to hear the insane history of the once-feared penitentiary.

The tour group took you out through the warden’s office and gave a ten-minute break before they began heading down the hill. You approached the rail near the edge of the island, where just below the rocks striated up out of the water at least twenty feet down. The water of the Pacific splashed angrily against the stones, the cool spray barely reaching your face.

As he always did, Noah circled his arms around your body, his face resting in the crook of your neck before his chin came to rest on your shoulder.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You smiled, staring off at San Francisco’s skyscrapers in the distance. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’ve always wanted to see this.”

His pressed his nose against your cheek, and you could feel him smiling against you. “Of course.”

Your eyes scanned the deep gray waters below. “Can you believe men tried to escape by swimming through that?”

“Yeah, that’s crazy.”

“I couldn’t do it.”

He hummed, head lifting to gaze down at the raging waves.

“Well, I don’t know.” You listened to his voice as he continued to stare at the ocean. “I read on one of the plaques in there that one of the escapees? He did it because his wife was just across the bay waiting for him. She was pregnant with his kid, and he swore he’d see them.” He sighed heavy, “He was doing life for killing a man.”

You followed his eyes to the sharp rocks below. “Wow. That’s awful.”

He shrugged. “Is it? When he was caught, he told the police he would do anything to see the woman he loved.”

You nodded, humming. “I mean, I guess? It’s still insane.”

“Yeah, it is.” His eyes looked up, glancing over to look at your face. You didn’t see this, eyes still trained on the water. “But I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

This made you look at him. “You would?”

His eyes were so bright, but his face looked unsure. That same shy smirk pulling at his lips that you’ve come to recognize.

“If I was here, and you were on the other side of that bay,” His arm lifted to point across the water, your eyes following. “I’d jump in this water a thousand times over to get to you.”

Your heart stopped, your knuckles turning white where they clutched the railing.

“You’d do that?”

His hands moved you, turning your body so you stood facing him. “For the woman I love?” He flashed his teeth then, all sense of uncertainty dissolved.

“I’d do whatever it takes.”

IDK I GOT CARRIED AWAY BABE SORRY.

[ravennaortiz]

August 13th features Jax with the prompt "Lets make mommy a birthday cake" requested by the lovely @hatersaremymotivators As always my stories are 18+

Jax sat leaned against the preheated oven sipping his beer as he looked at the clock above the door. You would be home soon he thought as his sighed and glanced around the kitchen that you had just deep cleaned yesterday. Sitting up he turned the oven off. Nothing would be going into it at this point. He wasn’t sure if he lost the battle but he knew sure as hell. When you walk through that door he will have lost the war.

“What was I thinking” he said out loud as he shook his head and chuckled. Smiling he thought back to this morning. After sending you on your way to work he was excited to have a day to himself and the kids. No work. No club shit. Just dad stuff.

 Let’s make mommy a birthday cake he had exclaimed to your kids before loading them up in the car. Grocery shopping with three kids had been a test. He had lost his cool a couple times and a few choice words slipped through his lips but an hour and a half later he was loading them back up with the groceries. He couldn’t wait to explain how he had spent three hundred dollars on cake supplies. In hind sight he should have gotten the supplies by himself. Would have saved a lot of arguing and tears.

Silly him he thought once he got home that things would be fine. That your kids would happily work together to make one cake. Rubbing his face he thought about how wrong he had been. The fighting over what your favorite cake was led into fighting over who you loved the most. Eggs, flour and sugar were lying left and right. Floor to ceiling every surface was covered in something.

Chairs were overturned, bowls and spoons became weapons and he took several whacks to the shins and a whisk to the eye as he tried to keep everyone alive. By the time that had been settled there was hardly anything left to make a cake with.

This was his next mistake. Instead of just stopping and calling it a day. He tried to persevere and get them to work together. “Come on guys. We want to make mommy happy right? Let’s work together to get her a cake made”. This statement only led to another brawl about whose fault it was you were unhappy. To which he finally lost his cool and screamed it was his before shipping them off to their rooms with bowls of ice cream and grabbing himself a beer and making a couple phone calls in the hopes you wouldn’t strangle him to death.

“Babe?” you called as you walked through your darkened house.

“Kitchen. Watch your step” called Jax as he continued to lounge on the floor.

“Juice and Chibs were at the door and told me this was for you” you stated as you handed him a cardboard box as your eyes swept around the kitchen taking in the carnage. “Chibs also said they were taking the kids for the night?” you questioned as you looked at him.

“Wanted to make this up to you” Jax stated as he tore open the box and lifted out a beautifully decorated cake. “Sorry love. Thought the boys could get along for a bit. Sometimes think maybe having all girls would have been easier, less violence.” Laughed Jax as you shook your head.

“Oh baby” you stated as you slunk down next to him and kissed his cheek. “It’s the thought that counts” you added before grinning. “Besides three daughters would mean three boyfriends and stuff. I have a feeling Teller daughters would be a whole other breed” you stated. “I know you failed at making a cake but maybe you could win at making baby number four a girl?” you whispered into his ear as your hand worked on the zipper of his jeans.

“Darling, I can try” murmured Jax as he smirked at you.

Return to Masterlist

[ghostgirl-22]

You may find yourself

18+ !NSFW!

Day 4: Two prompts in one 😊

SFW: Interview

NSFW: Strap on

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A year ago, Patrick would have never imagined staying up to watch Art on the Late Late Show deflecting questions about their relationship; but ever since they hugged each other at the challenger and that photo went viral, their life has been under a microscope. Clearly Art winning the US Open for the first time wasn’t as important as: Did you see Patrick Zweig sitting next to Art’s sister at the Open?

Even people who don’t give a fuck about tennis are invested in them for some reason. Half the world is convinced that he and Art are having a secret affair and that Tashi is just his beard.

“Which is ridiculous actually,” Art smiles at the host, shrugging it off. “I wish my life was that interesting. But the truth is me and Tashi… we’re very boring. I mean we’re usually pretty private. Obviously, the press and stuff comes with the job but on a regular day we’re doing our jobs and raising our daughter. And Patrick is…he’s just an old friend. We lost touch and now we’re just making up for lost time.”

Patrick is lying in Tashi and Arts bed sharing a bowl of ice cream with Tashi. “He’s such a good liar, right?” Patrick says.

”It’s not that far from the truth,” she says, glancing back at him with a smirk.

“So what I’m hearing is he’s an old friend that you only kiss sometimes?” The host asks, the audience laughs and Art smiles going along with it.

“Only when he’s nice to me,” Art says. The audience cheers and whoops like he’s confirming something and Art shakes his head smiling.

“Now that’s gonna be the headline,” the host laughs.

“I know, exactly,” Art says, grinning. “Art Donaldson finally admits...”

“He’s cute,” Patrick says, sucking on his spoon and gazing at her. Something about watching Art pretend they’re a boring couple is turning him on. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s wearing his t-shirt and panties and nothing else. Her pretty hair is clipped up loosely. “We should’ve gone to LA.” He says.

“He’ll be back tomorrow,” Tashi says pointedly.

“You think this is live?”

“I mean there’s a thirty second delay, but yes it’s live.”

Patrick grabs her spoon. “what—?” she snaps at him as he takes the bowl too and puts it on the nightstand.

“Maybe we should fuck again?”

“Are you serious?” She says, incredulous. “You’re hard again? It’s been five fucking minutes.”

“Yeah,” Patrick says distractedly, pulling open her nightstand for a condom.

“No, Patrick, wait!” She calls, diving over his lap to try and stop him from opening it, but it’s too late.

Her shirts riding up as she reaches over him and he’d be more distracted by her white lacy panties if he hadn’t just found their little treasure trove of sex toys. An open box, clearly accessed recently or he wouldn’t have seen it. It’s full of vibrators, lube, beads, handcuffs, etcetera etcetera.

“All we do is work and take care of our daughter.” Patrick mimics Arts television voice. “Such a liar, you’re both so fucking horny,” He grins moving her away so he can lift the box out completely.

Tashi settles back on the bed but hits his arm, mildly annoyed.

“This is actually fucking incredible,” he teases as he examines the contents.

“We went through a phase,” Tashi mutters as he lifts out a magic wand thingy. He presses the button. It starts vibrating and he holds it out to her like a microphone.

“Could you speak up please?”

“I hate you,” Tashi says, pushing his arm away.

Patrick laughs and shuts it off before droppping it back in the box. “Holy shit, please tell me you fucked him,” he exclaims, lifting out what’s clearly a strap on.

She shrugs. “Look nothing was working, okay. He was depressed and I knew I had to try something…that…that….”

“Did he come?”

She bites her lip. “No… but…I mean… he got hard.”

Patrick smirks and grips the fake cock. “You should fuck me.”

“Patrick,” She rolls her eyes but she’s so easy to read. He knows he’s had her since the moment he took the ice cream away.

“Come on,” he says, pulling at her t-shirt. “Fuck my brains out.”

“You’re such a freak,” She whispers but she grabs the strap on from him.

“Says the freak with handcuffs in their nightstand,” he smirks.

“It came with the set. You really think I’d buy furry handcuffs?”

“No, you’re right, you’d just tie him up.”

She sits up on the bed and straddles Patrick. “Jesus, you really are hard,” she says softly. “Help me put it on.”

He lifts her t-shirt so her little lace panties are visible. She’s so god damn beautiful he wonders how she’s surprised his dick is hard. He’s always at least half hard in her presence, he’d be more impressed if he could keep it down. He helps her buckle the straps.

It’s so intimate he almost ends up just fucking her instead but somehow they recover enough for him to watch her play with it. She’s kneeling over him. Rubbing it like she’s jerking off. “What do you think?” She giggles, the shorter strands of her hair falling into her eyes.

“I don’t buy it,” he says.

“Why?” She asks, just like the girl who’s used to getting straight A’s.

“You’re not selling the feeling. It’s supposed to feel good,” he says, gripping it.

“Mm, What about now?” She says, moaning as he jerks it, pushing hair out of her face only for it to fall back again.

He smiles, putting his other hand behind his head. “Yeah, like that. Fucking come all over me.”

She giggles again, a little breathless, he’s not sure how much longer he can do this with her without penetration.

Apparently she feels the same way. “Can you put lube on my big dick?” She asks.

He wants to laugh. He bites it back so she won’t yell at him but she hits him, anyway. “Shut up,” she says, grinning. “Act like I’m him.”

Patrick opens his mouth and then closes it again. He reaches into the box for the lube and rubs it over the toy.

“You should take that shirt off.” He tells her.

“Shh, turn around,” she tells him. “On your hands and knees.”

He sits up and kisses her before doing what she asks. She rubs his ass through his boxers. Something he does to her often and he smiles. Art’s not on the tv anymore, he can hear the host interviewing some singer he’s never heard of. That’s okay, he can still tell him that they fucked while he was talking about them.

“It’s gonna feel good,” Tashi says softly, taking his boxers down.

“Don’t come inside, I’m not on the pill,” he tells her.

She smacks his bare ass and there’s just enough sting there for him to like it. “You're so stupid,” she says quietly as she eases it inside.

”Mm and you love it,” he replies. It actually feels… kinda nice. He relaxes into it.

“You like this don’t you?” Tashi breathes.

“Mmhm,” he hums.

“I wish I could fuck you all the time,” she says.

”So fuck me all the time then,” he sighs as she slides it in and out.

“Does it feel like this when Art does it?”

Patrick smiles, his stomach tightens, his breathing is picking up. “Mm too gentle.”

“Really? He’s not gentle?”

“Sometimes, when he’s in his head.”

She picks up her pace and he groans, “How about now?” She asks, “still too gentle?”

”I can take more,” he says.

“Of course you fucking can, you’re such a slut for me,” she says. If he was in his right mind he would laugh but she’s found the perfect spot. This glorious aching white hot pleasure races through his body on almost every thrust, he wants to hold her there but he pushes back on her instead and she’s a genius so she picks up the pace. She’s so relentless by the end he’s practically begging her for it. He ends up coming untouched on the sheets. He collapses and rolls over, breathless as she crawls on top of him.

“Do you like it?” She asks. She’s a little bit of a mess and he pulls her closer for a kiss.

“Yes, fucking yes,” he tells her, undoing one of the straps of her fake dick. “A fucking plus.”

He unclips the other strap and pulls it off, before easing his fingers into her panties. She’s so wet he needs to take his fingers out again and taste them.

She rests her head against his chest while he finger fucks her. It’s easy, she was already halfway there while she was fucking him.

“Patrick,” she sighs, sleepily after a minute.

“Yeah?”

“I think my dick is bigger than yours,” she whispers.

Patrick smirks. “And he said you guys were boring.”

[thefandomdirtymind]

My husband was telling me how I can't cook for shit (I'm aggressively mediocre thank you) so I'm just looking for some fluffy Sanji and reader having late night ice cream after a shitty day

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hello Anon. I'm so sorry you had a bad day. I am personally a mediocre cook and impress myself to be able to keep myself alive. But you manage to keep yourself and your husband and that I find it amazing even with that he said. I honestly would love to eat everything you would cook for me. I tried to bring you confort in that little storie, I hope it will work and that you will have more sunny days ahead of you love.

Ice cream

OPLA - Sanji

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The Merry Going was sailing on the Grand Line water, the night enveloping it as dark as ink, as tenebrous as your mood. 

Sit in the kitchen, lost in your thoughts, your mind replaying every detail of that shitty day, you sigh, burying your face in your hand. 

“ Y/N, I didn’t know you were awake, I saw the light. Everythings is okay ma cherie ? “ Sanji asked, entering the kitchen in a simple blue t-shirt and cotton pants. 

The cook definitely already knew why you were still awake at almost the middle of the night. After all, he had been at the first lodge to see you mostly align disaster after disaster. But, as a good friend ( and maybe more) he wanted you to open up to him and prepared himself to listen.

“ Sanji I'm so sorry for today” You told him, embarrassment coloring your cheeks at the memories of the oven on fire and the knife slipping off your hand to plant itself on the floor.

“ Is that what it’s about ? Give me a minute love, I think we will need something strong to help you“ In an instant the blond cook was busy behind the counter, preparing something you couldn’t see from your place.  

Expecting a cocktail with some of Zoro’s alcohol or tiny glasses ready to make you roll under the table after a few minutes. You couldn’t help yourself to smile when Sanji simply put in front of you a bowl of ice cream covered with all your favorite garnish to his knowledge . 

Traveling to the banket to sat at your side, putting his own bowl alongside yours, he softly smiled at you. 

“ Ice cream are made to make shitty days less merdique* love. So now please, talk to me” Sanji asked you, listening to all your concerns and misadventures of the day. * Shitty 

When you finish talking, taking an spoonful of the savory and sweet cold cream, you look at the blond, his head into his hand, suspended to your lips. 

“ Well, chérie, I second it was indeed a day to forget and drown in ice cream. For the kitchen part, I had passed by that darling, I wasn’t born the best cook of the east blue. But, you have other qualities where you are the best, and if you have a real interest in cooking, then nothing is better than practice and learn new knowledge. Kitchen fires happen to the best of us.” 

Nodding of the head, taking another bite, feeling your mind taking a rest, you gently put your head on Sanji's shoulder. 

“ Thank you “ You said. 

“ You’re welcome darling, I will have ice cream with you every time you need.”  Sanji replied, putting his head against yours. 

You stay a little bit longer in the kitchen, your ice cream turning into a sugary soup, as the blond was sharing with you his most embarrassing kitchen faux pas and you contribute with your most successful accomplishment. 

Your day may be shitty, but you knew that from that day, a bowl of ice cream and a good conversation would always be waiting for you in the kitchen.

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[harlowsbby]

U Remind Me

Jack always knew Deja Vu was a real thing and that it happened on a day to day basis but he never thought he’d experience it first hand, especially not so close to home.

Jack loved you dearly but there was one thing that was stopping him from fully committing a relationship with you and that’s because you reminded him so much of his ex girlfriend.

Jack’s ex always came off so innocent and sweet but he was fooled by it all, she used Jack and abused him mentally. The way you smiled was the exact same way she smiled. He loved you he did and there wasn’t any denying that but he hated the way he was reminded of her whenever he looked at you.

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“Are you planning on asking Y/N out anytime soon or what? If not I’m willing to take her off your hands.” Urban joked and put the blunt to his lips. Jack rolled his eyes at Urban from his spot in the studio.

“You already know she’s off limits.” Ace raised his eyebrows. “How do we know that though? I mean you haven’t made shit official with her yet and I don’t think she’s going to be waiting for you much longer man.”

Jack knew for a fact that you wouldn’t and weren’t the type to sit around and wait for a man but he just wasn’t ready to make things official just yet. “You don’t think I get that Ace? But you already know the shit I went through with Ava.”

“But Y/N isn’t Ava.” “I know she isn’t but it’s like she has the same traits as Ava, when I first met Ava she was so sweet and innocent just like how Y/N is but then when I found out.” Jack gulped and took a minute. “You don’t have to talk about it Jack we already know what happened.” Ace didn’t want Jack to discuss or relive anything from the past.

“All we’re saying is Y/N isn’t going to wait around forever I can see how badly she wants a relationship with you so work past this shit with Ava or something, go see a therapist or some shit.” Urban said, Jack rubbed his forehead and sighed he knew he had to do something quick or else you’d be gone from his life forever but he just felt as if everything was against him.

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“I mean is this too much to ask for.” Pouting as you watched Peter Kavinsky stick his hand in Lara Jeans back pocket. Neelam came into the room and leaned over the couch seeing you with a pint of ice cream in your hand.

“You want Jack to stick his hand in your ass pocket? Seems a bit weird don’t you think.” She quickly grabbed the pint of ice cream and sat down next to you and helped herself, “I mean just being showed off sounds nice since the guy I like clearly acts like he can’t do that.” Neelam knew everything that was going on and she understood where you were coming from as well as Jack.

Neelam knew you were nothing like Ava at least personality wise, but she did have to admit you had that luring aura that Ava had and you had that sweet and innocent look down.

He knew it was unfair to relate her ignorance to you but he couldn’t help it, he was ready to get back out into the dating world or that’s what he convinced himself.

“Y/N can I talk to you? For a minute or two.” Neelam was hesitant at what she was about to say but she knew it needed to be done. “Of course what’s up Neelam.” Pushing pause on the movie you placed the bowl of popcorn down and faced Neelam.

You gave her a innocent smile and titled your head a bit to the side, something Ava did all the time. “Do you wanna know the reason as to why Jack is so scared of committing with you?”

Your eyes practically bugged out of your head. “I mean yeah I wanna know maybe if you tell me I’ll finally be able to understand where his headset is at.” Neelam nervously bit her lip she just prayed she wasn’t going to regret doing this.

“Well Jack loved Ava he dropped anything and everything to make her happy and to make her feel at ease as well as welcomed.” Neelam shakily breathed in. “That was until he found out what her true intentions were.”

little flashback

“Man I’m so tired I can’t wait to fall asleep and cuddle up with my women.” Jack laughed on the phone with Urban. “I swear all you talk about is Ava this, Ava that I’m so tired of hearing about damn Ava.” Urban joked around.

“You’re just upset you don’t have anybody but that packet of ramen waiting on you back home.” Jack had just finished his last show in California usually he’d go out and party but he really just wanted to be with Ava.

Ace and Neelam decided to follow him back to the hotel room as well to get a few things they left behind in his room from earlier. “Is Ava asleep?” Neelam asked Jack. “I think so, I messaged her earlier but never got anything back.” He said.

Taking out the keycard for the room he noticed the door was already opened up a crack, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The doors unlocked.” Ace and Neelam looked at one another then back at Jack. He quickly opened the door and ran over to the master bedroom to make sure Ava was okay.

“Ava, baby are you okay the front door was ope-.” Ava was more than okay she was laid out across the bed while was random man was under the covers with her doing God knows what. “Jack?!” She hurriedly pushed the man off of the bed and wrapped herself up in the sheets.

That’s when Jack noticed the man on the floor wasn’t just some ordinary man it was Omar Apollo, Jack’s opener for tour and someone he considered a close friend.

“What.. what’s going on.” Jack’s voice cracked and his eyes started to blur with tears. Ava sighed and tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ears.

“Look Jack I just I don’t think things between the two of us are going to work out.” She blunt stated with no emotion in her tone whatsoever. Neelam scoffed. “Wow.” Neelam mumbled.

“But I mean why not I thought everything was good between us I mean.. I mean I gave you everything.” Ava shrugged her shoulders. “I mean but you didn’t give me everything and Omar will so I just think it’s best I get going but thank you for everything.”

Jack watched the once love of his life gather up her things and kiss the man that she cheated on him with the same way she kissed Jack. Ava have Jack a little kiss on the cheek before being on her way.

little flashback over

“So he thinks I’m just like her basically?” You scoffed, “I’d never in a million years would I hurt Jack that isn’t how I am.”

“I know that Y/N but it’s just hard to separate Ava from you I guess, turns out Omar wasn’t the only person she was sleeping with she was sleeping around with everyone famous that Jack introduced her to just to see who could give her more.” You felt bad for Jack but at the same time you felt offended and hurt that he’d compare you to Ava.

“Just don’t be upset with him alright, he’d kill me if he found out I told you all of this.” “I won’t tell him Neelam.”

“Are you still coming to the party later? For Ace.” Ace was having a party for the release of his own solo album. “I’ll be there Neelam.” She gave you a little side hug before letting you be.

You sat alone in your thoughts and sighed you really had no idea how you’d convince Jack that you weren’t like Ava but you felt as if you didn’t exactly need to because your heart was always pure and genuine.

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Later that night you decided to head over to Ace’s party alone, Jack had offered to pick you up but you politely declined mainly because you needed some time to clear your head before being in a room with Jack.

Pulling up to the event there wasn’t a lot of cars but there was just enough. Getting out of your car you made your way over towards the entrance, once inside you looked around the room trying to spot or notice Jack.

“Are you looking for something?” A high pitched voice came from behind you. Turning around you were faced to face with a women who was much rather shorter than you. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend is all.” You gave her a smile.

“Jack right? He’s right over there.” She pointed at the direction Jack was at. “Thank you.” She smiled and nodded her head before walking away. All the millions of bodies made it difficult to even walk over to Jack but you were thankful when you finally did.

“Baby! I missed you I wished you would’ve let me pick you up.” Jack pouted and brought you into him. “It’s okay I just needed to clear my mind.” You told him and looked up noticing Neelam sitting across from the two of you. She moved her eyes side to side to try and make you look somewhere, but you weren’t understanding her.

“Look that way.” She mouthed, you looked out into the crowd and saw just a bunch of random people, she sighed and sent you a quick text.

Neelam

- Ava is here.

Your eyes widened. “You okay babe?” Jack looked down at you with a concern look on his face you quickly tossed your phone back into your pocket. “I’m okay yeah let’s just… can I get a drink please.” “What kind?” “A margarita is good.” He smiled and went to go get you a drink. Neelam took this as a opportunity to sit next to you.

“She’s here.” Neelam sat down next to you. “How do you know?” “She was the women that was talking to you.” “Which explains how she knew I was with Jack.”

“Do you think she has some type of motive for being here tonight?” Neelam shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea but keep a close eye on Jack, where did he even go?” Neelam asked.

“He went to get me a drink.” She checked her watch. “It’s been about 20 minutes he never takes this long.” You had an uneasy feeling in your stomach now. “You think he’s with Ava.” “That might be a possibility.”

You got up and made your way over towards the bar and there was no Jack in sight. “Are you okay Miss?” The bartender asked. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend he’s tall, curly hair he kinda raps.” The bartender laughs. “You mean Jack he stepped outside for a second.” You thanked the bartender and made your way outside where you heard someone whispering.

“Do you think you can replace me now Jack?” Ava scoffed. You peaked around the corner seeing Ava and Jack, she had a cigarette in her hand while Jack leaned against the brick wall. “Let’s not act like a victim Ava you fucked me up mentally.” Jack told her. “But that bitch in there she isn’t me she’ll never be me, I’m the one you need to be with.” She defended herself and tossed her cigarette on the floor.

“Look Ava if we’re done here I’m going back inside.” Ava rolled her eyes and looked up and that’s when she noticed you peaking around the corner, a smirk appeared on her lips, just as Jack was about to turn to walk away she pulled him back into him. “Look let’s talk about it I know you can’t fully trust her because of me but maybe you and her just aren’t meant to be if that’s the case, clearly you’re still stuck on me.” She told Jack.

“Yeah in a way you’re right.” Jack said, “I miss you Ava I really fucking do but you were no good for me.” She pouted and ran her fingers across his chest. “Just give us another chance let me prove to you that I’ve changed.” Jack sighed. “I don’t know Ava.”

“Maybe this will change your mind.” She grabbed the back of Jack’s neck and smashed her lips against his lips. The minute he didn’t pull away let you know what you needed to know about him and about everything. You whimpered watching Jack kiss her with so much passion.

He never did love you is what you told yourself as you walked yourself home, he was still so wrapped up in Ava you should’ve known it was never going to be you.

[unformula1]

i didn't know you were doing loscar prompts! one with them & bags by clairo?

bags (LS2 x OP81)

oscar can’t confess, it’s too hard, it’s too confusing. w/c: 1256 day 43-44 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!!???? (series masterlist) masterlist | a/n: omg! i interpreted this song as a sad song, i don’t know how you interpreted it but don’t be afraid to share!! spill if you want the logan to oscar version!!

Oscar slowly circles his spoon in the melted ice cream as some random TV show plays in the background. He stares at the melted ice cream spin around and looks up at the TV, he lost track of which episode they were on about an hour ago.

He turns to look at Logan, who isn’t focused on the TV show as well, scrolling through his phone.

Oscar sighs and places his bowl of melted ice cream on the coffee table, which finally piques Logan’s attention. He looks up and glances over at Oscar, which is better than nothing.

They look into each other's eyes for a moment before it’s broken up by Oscar quickly averting his gaze to the couch.

He’s an idiot.

He wants to talk to Logan right now, okay no, he wants to violently pounce onto Logan right now. Shit that’s feral.

Oscar shakes his head. He hates himself, he wants to do anything but awkwardly sit at the two ends of the couch. 

He fiddles with his sweater.

The clock on the wall is screaming out to Oscar, every tick of the second hand is roaring right into his ears. Every tick is resounding.

The tension in the room is tangible, something thick wafting in the air between them. Oscar doesn’t know if it’s him or someone else that’s standing in between them right now.

He shifts awkwardly on the couch as the ticks of the clock become so much louder than before.

He hates this. He hates what he’s going through.

Oscar wants to talk to Logan, tell him how he feels and everything they’re supposed to be doing. He doesn’t want to watch TV or scroll on his phone.

Oscar takes one more glance at Logan, he doesn’t know, he can’t read Logan and it’s absolutely pissing Oscar off. He doesn’t know what to do from here, he doesn’t even know if Logan knows how he feels.

He’s just begging for there to be some sign for him.

When’s the right time for this? When will it come? Will Oscar have to wait forever? 

The distance between them felt like miles. It felt like the distance to the horizon, endless. He looks at Logan again, his sapphire blue eyes just glowing from his phone screen.

It was unreadable. Oscar doesn’t know anything, he feels like he’s floating in the dark, just alone in his thoughts.

But he knows he’s ready for Logan. If Logan ever needed him, he would be there.

Oscar will wait for Logan, however long it might take…

Oscar glances over again, suddenly it feels silent. There’s two of them, and whether Oscar makes the first move is up to him.

He mentally pictures himself in Logan’s arms, just being safe and warm. It would all be so much easier if he had the balls to make a move, or maybe it was smart to not make a move.

He suppresses them, clenching his fists and pushing them hard into the couch. A part of him wants to leap into Logan’s arms right now and the other part is holding him back.

Actually it was everything holding him back.

He didn’t like this feeling being bottled up in him but he had to keep it that way.

If they had to be friends for years before one of them opened up then he’d let that happen. It could be worse.

Oscar looks out the window into the night sky, just praying silently that something will spark between them. His emotions fire up in him, just knowing he could be so much more right now.

And he knows all that would do is scare away Logan.

“Logan.” Oscar manages.

“Hm?” Logan says, looking up from his phone, his blue eyes piercing into Oscar’s soul.

Right there, Oscar wants to crumble and fall into Logan’s arms. He wants to do everything but wait.

But Oscar wouldn’t start a fire now that would burn out within weeks.

“I-” Oscar stutters, mentally slapping himself, “Do you want a drink or anything?”

“Nah, I'm alright.” Logan smiles and Oscar feels his heart melt.

Oscar picks up the ice cream tub and walks to the kitchen, dumping it into the bin and taking a heavy breathing moment. 

Love isn’t supposed to be suffocating. 

He wants to spill everything, it threatens to spill. Everything bottled up over years, butterflies fluttering, willows blowing in the wind, shooting stars in the night sky. All the silent moments with his own thoughts which made him think about doing the riskiest things.

I love you.

Do you love me?

You do, right?

All Oscar wants is a moment of peace with himself and Logan, to just talk about everything.

Then both of them can pretend nothing ever happened.

Shit, sorry, I talked too much.

Oscar takes another deep breath, now leaning against the countertop. He looks at Logan in the distance, who’s gazing into the night sky.

Oscar wants to tell Logan everything, all the moments where Oscar fell so hard, how much Logan meant to him, everything Logan had ever made him feel.

All that.

What if. What if. What if.

Oscar feels his cheek flush just thinking about Logan and all the ‘what if’s. Maybe in another word.

Logan turns his head to look at Oscar, who’s staring.

Oscar feels his facade dropping, just seeing Logan’s little smile at him threatens to make Oscar drop everything.

“I wish...” Oscar blurts but cuts himself off

Logan chuckles and raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?”

Oscar feels his internal panic build. His external reaction is better either, he smiles awkwardly as he tries to hide the blush.

“Nothing, you’d make fun of me.” Oscar says to which Logan frowns.

“Aw c’mon mate.” Logan crosses his arms and stands up, “Don’t leave me hanging.”

I wish you knew how much I liked you.

I wish I didn’t chicken out of that drunk text.

I wish it was so much easier.

Oscar could think of a million things to say right now.

I’ve liked you for so long.

But all he did was smile.

Because the worst could happen.

Oscar was willing to sacrifice his feelings for this perfect friendship they had.

Logan could make fun of him.

Mate are you serious? 

That’s so stupid?

You actually like me?

He would be the next loser. He would lose everything.

So he would shut up now.

Deep down, he knew he wants Logan’s arms wrapped around his body, he wanted Logan’s warmth plastered all over him.

Oscar prayed hard for times like these.

He could do it now.

Or he could not.

He begged for Logan to see through his facade, and start their spark.

All he wants is Logan. He doesn’t know what Logan wants, and he really hopes it’s him.

Please. Please. Please.

The feelings all stir up into one confusing mix of emotions as Oscar fails to notice Logan now leaning on the countertop, opposite of Oscar.

He snaps back and sees Logan’s eyes shooting directly into his.

Logan smiles a bit and laughs.

It takes everything left in Oscar to nod crash his lips into Logan’s or aggressively make a move.

Could be worse.

Oscar wants to say everything, he wants to confess and let Logan do the rest.

He wishes he could.

But he can’t.

It’s too risky, the odds will never fall in his favour. Hopefully one day in the near future.

So they’ll stay friends.

So Logan will leave the house tonight with his bags.

[moonisthedoor]

ok here's the deal. i post this on here and then maybe i'll crosspost it to ao3 but this was actually originally posted on ao3 in 2022 i just deleted it after like 12 hours for no reason. but anyway

rated T for swearing, No Entities AU wth questionable timeline, GerryMichael <3

The bag hits the floor with a dull thump, and Gerry briefly considers joining it there before thinking better of it. With a heavy sigh, he closes a door behind himself and just stands in the hallway for a moment, his eyes half-closed. God, he’s a mess.

He takes off his headphones first; they’re big and thick-padded, chosen specifically to block out as much sound as possible even when he’s not playing music because otherwise public transport would be impossible to bear. Right now, though, in the quiet of his own apartment, they feel too obstructive and heavy on his head. 

The next thing he does is take the elastic out of his hair, hissing quietly as the pressure on his scalp lets up. He put it in a tight bun when leaving work so there’s less chance of it getting stuck somewhere – there were incidents – and he’s pretty sure that before that he’s been wearing it in a ponytail since probably lunch, so. Not good. Better now, but he knows it’ll take a bit for the headache to subside.

He lets out a quiet string of curses as he leans down to unlace his boots; he found that for some reason swearing helps with the stress and the various aches in his body and since there’s no one around, he doesn’t feel embarrassed about whispering “fucking hell” to himself at a particularly stubborn knot.

Well, almost no one.

“Rough day?” Michael asks softly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Gerry finally manages to take his boots off and straightens up to look at his wonderful and very pretty boyfriend who works a normal 9-to-5 job and has probably been waiting for him for…

“What time is it?” he asks and cringes at the way his voice sounds.

“Half past eight.”

“Shit.” For the millionth time in his life, Gerry seriously contemplates quitting. 

Michael winces in sympathy and takes a step closer.

“You want a hug?” he asks, opening his arms. Gerry falls into him instead of answering, still in his coat, burying his face in Michael’s shoulder. Michael pets his hair softly. “Let me guess: Elias was a bitch again?”

“Mhmm.”

“And then one of the statement givers said something that reminded you of another bad memory and you were already not feeling great?”

“Eurgh.”

“And you didn’t mean to be so passive aggressive to them because it’s not their fault and now you feel bad but also fuck them all and at least it’s Friday today so you don’t have to go back to work tomorrow?”

“You know me so well,” Gerry sighs into Michael’s shirt. He feels his smile even without looking up.

“Come on,” Michael says, gently coaxing him back up. “Take your coat off and then we can eat and you can bitch about work.”

“Mm. We have food?”

“I made pasta.”

“I love you,” Gerry says, putting his coat on the coat hanger. “There’s ice cream in the bag.”

“Oh?” Michael perks up. “Did you –”

“Yes, I got mint chocolate for you. Though I still think it tastes like toothpaste.”

“Maybe you should stop eating toothpaste then, dear,” Michael sing-songs, picking up the bag and waltzing back into the kitchen.

“Fuck you,” Gerry calls after him but he’s smiling as he heads into the bedroom.

He changes quickly; briefly considers keeping his binder on but by this point he knows pain would bother him more than anything else tonight. He usually wears oversized clothes at home anyways – and besides, it’s only him and Michael here. It’s alright.

There’s a bowl of pasta on the table in the living room when Gerry returns, and Michael’s already cross-legged on the couch with another one in his lap, flipping through the channels on TV. It’s so domestic Gerry has to stop and take in the sight for a moment. 

Something inside of him aches – but it’s a good ache.

“What’s the matter?” Michael asks, looking away from the TV. Gerry shakes his head:

“Nothing. Just… admiring the view.”

He’ll never get tired of seeing Michael blush.

“Oh, shush, you. Get over here and eat before the food gets cold.”

Gerry finishes his pasta surprisingly quickly; honestly, he hadn’t even thought he was that hungry but then again, the last time he ate was lunch and that was six hours ago. This is his third meal of the day, though, so Gerry mentally counts it as a win.

“More?” Michael asks when he sets his now-empty bowl back down.

“Maybe later,” Gerry says. He waits until Michael finishes his own food and then, with both bowls safely on the table, flops down into Michael’s lap face-first. Michael giggles, startled.

“I need to wash the dishes,” he says. “And we still have the ice cream.”

“Later,” Gerry repeats, turning on his side so he can see the TV better. Michael laughs again but doesn’t protest, his hands moving to slowly card through Gerry’s hair. 

“Okay?” he asks.

In two days, Gerry thinks, he’ll have to go back to work, and suffer through annoying statement givers again, and try his best not to strangle Elias. But there’s a weekend ahead of him, a whole forty-eight hours when he has full right not to do anything except hold his boyfriend close and watch mediocre shows on Netflix and order takeout. 

And maybe all of his problems won’t magically go away by Monday even if he desperately wishes they would. But it’ll still be enough to get him through another week.

“‘s perfect,” he mumbles, looking up at Michael and smiling.

Michael beams back. 

Yeah. It’s enough.

[thesoulbox]

How do beckorellis spend valentines? :]

OMG HEYY!! 🫵🫵

They would be so silly, hear me out.

Really the answer depends on what time it is in the timeline...

Say it's pre-GGY and everything is fine and dandy and working out with the three of them without the mass tragedies that occur later on, I feel like they'd definitely go to the pizzaplex and go hang out for the day, Tony would definitely kill them at Bonnie Bowling, I just feel like he'd be that guy BAHAHA

The three of them would be able to do all of the things they each like to do there and share it with one another and it'd be so awesome :) I feel like Ellis would definitely try his hardest to get the two of them cool stuff with his tickets but Tony and Gregory totally throw him a curve ball when they combine their tickets and get something for him instead, like aha let me just slide an uno reverse your way...(at beee-kayyy....)

The three of them would probably go pick up a pizza and some drinks in the Pizzaplex and go sit out in the parking lot and have a really unorganized picnic of sorts under the streetlights due to them literally staying there until like, 9-10 pm...it's a bit chaotic and they are sort of just sitting on the curb and waiting for someone's parents to come pick them up (most likely Tony's mom, you know she'd absolutely be all over the three of them and be like "Oh my goodness gracious my baby boy is growing up and falling in love they are so sweet together!!!") but they all have tons of fun just hanging out and having a small lil pizza dinner together underneath the moonlight...

Now say it's post GGY, and all of the tragedy happened and now they're traumatized and sad.

I don't think they'd go to the pizzaplex that time around, considering that Faz-Ent and such is behind most of their issues, but I think they would definitely go wander around their small town and go to the little shops and whatnot! And when they get bored of that they'd probably go get ice cream :)

And Ellis probably knows some weird little spot in the inner workings of their itty bitty town and over time they kind of just see this as their designated spot, and they go and hang out there, now theyve staked their claim there for months...and I'm not entirely sure what it would be, maybe a small spot underneath a bridge or something? Somewhere cool I'll need to look at pinterest for this...

They have it totally decked out and stuff though, Ellis would probably be crazy into graffiti, so would Gregory, but Tony probably thinks it's gross...although he doesn't bother to stop them when they manage to rope him into it and get him to spray some stuff up himself (he loved it but he's too much of a butt to admit it...)

Theres also a bunch of drawings along the walls from both Gregory and Tony! Artistic (autistic) lil buggers!!

The three of them just settle down in there and have a picnic (they like eating food in peculiar places I suppose.) Gregory definitely brought baked goods (I feel like he'd exceptionally be good at baking NO JOKE, THIS BOY CAN MAKE SOME GOOD COOKIES) Whilst Tony brought some food his mother made (HIS MOTHER IS ALSO A CRAZY GOOD COOK.) And Ellis brings drinks of courss, gotta wash down the yummy food with something 😔

And so the three of them just hang out and talk amongst themselves, whilst stuffing their faces with good food and soda (please limit Gregory's mountain dew intake that boy literally loses his shit)

When they finish eating and they realize it's getting dark, they decide to head back home to Gregory's house and go rent a movie on one of the streaming services, and the three of them just kind of scooch together on the couch with some blankets + snacks and relax and enjoy the movie, with most likely all three of them falling asleep before the movie even ends...

*EXHALES DRAMSTICALLT..* I put way too much thought into this..

[fearhims3lf]

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @ariadnewhitlock @fearhims3lf

SUMMARY: Ariadne hears about Mateo's mean streak and decides to give him a haunt, but she quickly finds out that they both share the same nature.

WARNINGS: Insinuation of sibling death

Ghouls, ghouls, ghouls night out…!

Mateo fell into his bed, arms crossed behind his head, and an expression of euphoric satisfaction plastered across his face. His headphones blared with the last notes of the Misfits distorted guitar. They faded into the next song, and Mateo sucked his teeth, a little miffed at the opportunity he didn’t get to take. 

Too Drunk to Fuck by the Dead Kennedys roared to life, a perfect song for the man he’d been sent to kill. He was way too hammered to fuck anyone, especially the woman that stormed out of his room in disappointment. And then, with great relief to everyone, he was way too hammered to do anything ever again. Mateo chuckled to himself, closing his eyes as he thought about his latest kill. The police would have a field day trying to figure out who killed him. The mare was across the world and the next kill was already on the docket. All he needed to do was wait for the check to clear and he’d move out. 

For now, though? Well, it was time to relax with his eyes closed. Or so Mateo thought. There was a rustling at the end of his bed, and with no pets to account for, he opened his eyes to find a strange girl standing in his room. “What the fuck?!” He bursted out of bed, grabbing the bat next to his bed in preparation. It was more of a warning than anything. It wasn’t like homegirl would be able to take him…right?

“Yo, you got about ten seconds to explain before I start swinging. How’d you get in here?!”

She’d heard that this Mateo wasn’t always so nice. Ariadne didn’t know the specifics or anything, but if he was mean, then maybe, just possibly, she wouldn’t feel quite as awful about feeding from him. Maybe.

Or at least she could try harder to not feel bad, and then be on her way. She didn’t have to focus on it – on him – too much. Go in, get out, and go find Wynne and cuddle against them, maybe. Or maybe she’d just go to her apartment, because explaining what was going on to Wynne wasn’t something Ariadne was sure she could handle, right now.

What she hadn’t expected, though, was for him to be awake. She held up her hands, letting out a small squeak – this was like that doctor lady all over again, except that this time she hadn’t even done anything when he’d woken up, and at least she’d started to cause nightmares for the doctor. “I – I walked in. The door was unlocked!” She had no clue if that was true, but it seemed a good enough bet. She’d learned that more people in this town left their doors unlocked than she ever would’ve thought. “Sorry, I was just – hungry, and I wanted to see if you had any…” she scrunched up her face. “Any… ice cream. ‘Cause I was really craving cookie dough.”

“Are you shitting me right now?” There was a literal child mare in his room, and she was too dumb to even make a good cover story on the fly or cover her glowing red eyes. A laugh almost escaped Mateo, but instead, he groaned when he realized he wasn’t going to get to wack someone. He couldn’t hurt a kid. Not even if they broke into his home.

Well…he could hurt them a little.

Mateo closed the distance and lightly smacked the girl on the head, like any sensible person would do when a child did something stupid. “You do realize I’m a grown man and you’re tiny, right? Pick your battles better.” He huffed as he flashed his own glowing eyes at the girl, throwing the bat aside on his way to the kitchen. Whether or not the girl would follow, Mateo wasn’t sure, but he guessed he’d find out once he reached his freezer.

“I got cookies ‘n cream and cookie dough.” Taking both containers out, he waved them in front of his chest, teasing. “Now, you can have some, but you gotta answer some questions.” Mateo plopped the ice cream onto his dining table and went for two bowls and spoons, sliding them next to the sweets. “You in, or you out?” He took a seat, gesturing to the delicious flavors in front of him. “Personally, I like to mix them together. Put both flavors in the bowl and really go to town. But…” He waved the food off, shrugging. “Guess you won’t know unless ya talk.”

“No?” She looked at him, wide-eyed, and only then realized that his eyes were also red. What a win she’d had here, huh? Maybe somebody had mentioned him being a jerk just because of what he was, and by logic or whatever, that meant she was also a jerk. Even if Ariadne didn’t think she’d ever actually heard anybody call her that. Still, if one mare was a jerk, maybe they all were.

Except she’d never call Leila or Inge that.

“I’m not that tiny. I’m taller than a lot of my friends, actually. My cousin just says I’ve got like, tiny energy or whatever? I don’t know.” She rolled her eyes (for maybe the first time in forever) and turned on her heels to follow him. “Do you like, fake-sleep a lot, then? Because I do, but that’s mostly because I have a partner. I’m sorry I tried to feed on you, though.” Ariadne looked up at him sheepishly. 

“Got chocolate sauce? I’ll answer questions, yeah.” She looked over to him, red eyes wide. “Just – not too personal, please.” Because she didn’t want to talk about what a bad person she was, or about how she’d died in detail. “Do I get to know your name, by the way?”

Mateo couldn’t help the chortle that spilled out of him, and he rolled his eyes to compliment the reaction. “Right, right…” He drawled, waving her off. “I guess? It’s just nice to close my eyes. Sometimes there’s nothing better to do.” Her cousin was definitely right. She had tiny energy. Tinier than most people he’d met. Whether or not he’d be able to tolerate it though, was to be discovered. 

He paused, arching a brow at the mention of a partner. How old was this girl? She looked like a child. “If you pretend a lot for them, then that means they’re probably alive, then?” With a shrug, Mateo nodded and threw open the fridge to retrieve the chocolate sauce the girl requested.

 “Don’t wanna know anything too personal anyway, homie.” He popped open all the containers, getting his own bowl ready to eat. “My name’s Mateo.” The bottle of chocolate sauce clicked closed, the final touches applied. He slid the bottle, along with everything else toward the girl, gesturing for her to make her own bowl too. “What about you? Got a name I get to know?”

“I get that. I wish I could sleep, because sleeping is nice. Was nice, I guess,” Ariadne shook her head. She didn’t know why she was going on about that so much, except she was still startled and surprised enough from finding out that the dude she’d tried to feed from was also a mare that she wasn’t keeping her composure best as she could. Not that she was entirely sure what a good version of keeping her composure would have been, but still.

“Oh, they are very alive yeah. Very much so. Human and alive and the best person I’ve ever ever met.” Ariadne narrowed her eyes. “You better not feed on them, like, ever.” She knew she wasn’t much of a threat at all, but she did also know that she’d do anything that she could in order to make sure that Wynne was never harmed, at least not by a mare, at least not when she could control it.

Well, that was something, at least. He didn’t want to know things that were too personal, and for that she was extremely grateful. “Ariadne.” She responded, “is my name.” She grabbed the chocolate sauce and fixed herself a bowl of ice cream, taking a hefty scoop into her mouth, chewing before she continued. “It’s from a myth, and I – I like it, even though I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody else with the same name as me.”

“Well that can’t be true now.” Mateo grinned confidentially, fingers interlacing as his elbows propped onto the table. “You’ve met me now, so they can’t be the best person.” It was all in jest. Sort of. Mateo’s ego was huge, but he knew better than to let that influence his entire tone. He played it safe and accompanied his statement with a laugh, waving himself off before reassuring his new mare friend. “But don’t worry. Don’t want a mare nipping at my heels while I’m trying to eat, so they’re so safe.” Mateo raised his hand, promising. “Scout’s honor, ma.” He was never a scout, but the sentiment still had to stand. At least, he thought it should. 

“Ariadne.” Not a name he’d heard before, but there was a flair to it that almost felt Latin coming off of his tongue. Had to be a culture that somewhat intersected, but that hardly mattered when they were getting to know each other and Ariadne didn’t exactly know where the name came from. Besides, there was something Mateo was far more interested in. He took a bite of his ice cream, humming at the taste. “How long you been a mare? ‘Cause it sure as hell hasn’t been very long if you’re jumpin’ around like this. And, well…” Another bite, “You got that weird moral compass thing going on.”

 “I – well, I mean, I’ve only just met you.” Her words caught in her throat, “and I – well, I’m their girlfriend and they’re my partner, so… I think they’re always gonna be the best.” Ariadne shook her head, forcing her gaze to anywhere but the other mare. Because she wasn’t sure exactly what to make of him, or what, exactly, he made of her, which was all the more confusing, but not something she could focus on right now. “But you’re very cool. I’ll say that! I just think I have to reserve best for either my best friend or the person I’m in love with.”

She pulled at the strands of her hair a moment, “I’ve – like, not more than a year. Or, a bit more than a year, but not long. Is it really that obvious?” Ariadne took a too-big bite of her ice cream. “Also, wait, what’s wrong with a moral compass? That’s good to have, I thought, right?” Though she wasn’t sure if Celene would’ve agreed, but that wasn’t something she was going to discuss with a stranger. “Also wait, what do you mean, jumping around? How else am I supposed to get places?”

Mateo rolled his eyes, unable to relate to the lovey dovey vibes Ariadne was giving off. It was all too sickly sweet for his liking. “Well I don’t do the whole…” He gestured vaguely to Ariadne with a playful grimace, chuckling as he refocused on his ice cream. “Love…relationship…thing.” Grabbing the chocolate sauce, he dowsed his bowl even further, shrugging with agreement at Ariadne’s correct assessment of who Mateo was. Though he was sure the girl was just being sweet, as she always seemed to be. It wasn’t something he could understand, but as always, to each their own. 

“Moral compass can be fine and all, but having too much of one can make you too vulnerable and naive.” Mateo huffed, taking another bite of his ice cream. “You gotta know when to let go of morals, and trust me, there are times where you gotta. Don’t make you a bad person, but being sweet all the time can be dangerous if you’re in this supernatural world.” Taking a final bite, Mateo slid his bowl off to the side, clasping his hands together on the table. 

“As far as jumping goes, you gotta know where you’re going, or shit like this happens.” Mateo gestured between the pair. “Not everyone is so nice, and not everyone is gonna be a mare like me. ‘Cause, sure, jumping around is how we get to our meals, but without strategizing, you could get fucked, and not—” Mateo stopped himself from being too crude, waving off his words dismissively. “You know. Whatever.” Shrugging, he moved from his seat to place his dirty bowl in the sink for it to soak. “But yeah. That’s what makes it obvious. Lack of planning. I was like that too when I first started, but I’m, like, five years in now.”

“Oh, well, okay. That’s fine! Lots of people don’t, probably, so…” Ariadne wasn’t sure where exactly she was going with that particular train of thought, but Mateo didn’t seem to mind too much, if at all, so maybe this was some sort of blessing of luck to balance out the utter disaster that tonight was, otherwise.

“It’s – it’s not bad. I like having morals.” She was trying her very best not to pout, because that would only make her come off as immature, and she didn’t want anybody – but especially any other mare – to think of her that way. To think of her like a little kid. Because she wasn’t. Even if Ariadne was never going to look like a full-grown adult, she still did want to be treated with respect and not just pushed to the side, or babied.

“I did know where I was going. I heard somebody say you were mean, and I prefer to feed on mean people, and so I came here, and I – we – can’t tell when somebody’s a mare, so I just didn’t know until, well, you know.” She stuffed another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, chewed, before she rapidly shook her head again. “Not that – I didn’t know you, so that’s not me calling you mean. You seem very nice, actually! So. Yeah.” Ariadne made another face. “Not what? But okay. Well, I – I just go where I think is best. You’ve done this for five years? When does it get easier?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Goody-goody.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes again, glaring a little at the idea of being seen as nice. “Well, I am mean. I’m just—you’re a mare. Easier to be nice when it’s a peer.” Mateo clicked his tongue and watched with a hint of amusement on his face while Ariadne attempted to explain herself away. She definitely didn’t know what she was doing, and while Mateo wanted to tease her further, it didn’t feel like it’d be much fun. Especially considering she seemed a little more emotional. And young.

“Honestly, chica?” Mateo pursed his lips as he sifted through his memories. He couldn’t think of a specific moment when it all clicked for him, nor could he think of a general moment in time. The last five years had been such a blur. After his first kill, everything fell into place, but with Ariadne’s sense of morality, Mateo doubted she’d have a similar experience. “No idea. I just sorta…happened.” He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, balancing it on just two legs. “Think it’s different for everyone. Obviously. But I think once you settle into your life and don’t even realize time is passing, that’s when you know.”

“I thought peers were like, only people close in age to you? No offense, but you are like a fully adult adult, so I guess I never thought of it that way.” Nonetheless, Ariadne shook her head. “But okay, I’m glad you’re down to be nice to me, I like when people are nice.” She offered a tentative smile because he still seemed impossible to get a read on, even though he couldn’t be that bad given how quickly he’d turned into caring and had offered her ice cream. She still wanted to tread lightly, if only because of her near-perpetual worry that she was seconds away from messing something up big time.

“Oh.” She took another big scoop of ice cream, leaving her bowl nearly all empty, and stuffed it into her mouth to give herself a few moments to think. “Oh. Well, maybe it’ll happen to me. I hope it’ll happen to me sometime, though I dunno when I can expect that, and…” Ariadne bit down on her tongue. “Yeah, that makes sense, but also time does pass, and I guess I’m still super hyper aware of that. Did you – did the mare who made you stick around?” Part of her wanted to know if the whole up and abandon schtick was a typical thing, and she wasn’t sure which answer would disappoint her more.

“Well, I won’t always be nice, so be warned.” He rubbed at his face and chuckled, narrowing his eyes at Ariadne. How could someone be so nice all the time? Mateo didn’t get it, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to at all. While not everyone deserved cruelty all the time, he certainly didn’t believe they deserved kindness all the time either. People were stupid and often indifferent anyway, and that’s how Mateo liked to be most days. Neutrality on humanity saved him a lot of time, and helped him avoid social interactions not unlike the one he was in now. He wished it would end, if only to avoid uncomfortable questions. 

Very much like the one about who changed him. 

“Yeah.” The man swallowed with a twitch of his nose and a clack from his chair meeting the ground again. “He-Yeah. Stuck around.” And I asked him to change me. I asked my own brother to change me and I…Mateo sniffed sharply and drummed his fingers to soothe himself slightly before he snapped at Ariadne. “Think we’re done here, chica.” He chewed at the inside of his lips and drummed faster, his posture stiffening up uncomfortably. Anxiety wasn’t something he was inflicted with enough to know how to handle it correctly, but he knew how to hide his emotions. That was the appropriate thing to do, right?

Thank you, dad. 

“You should go. We’re a few hours from sunrise and I gotta get ready for company.”

“Okay, well, I think being nice is good, but I respect your choices too!” Even if she didn’t understand them, and even if Ariadne found herself grateful that she’d met people like Leila and Inge before Mateo. He wasn’t bad! She absolutely didn’t think that, but he probably wouldn’t have wanted to help her out in the same way that the others had. Which itself had been a saving grace since she’d felt so incredibly lost and adrift.

“That – well, that’s good. You had somebody around. Mine … didn’t. Probably ‘cause she was ashamed of me, but I don’t know for sure.” And she felt her chest tighten at the thought of it, and so even if the snapping did make her jump, Ariadne was also grateful for it. Welcomed it, even in its uncomfortableness.

“Okay, okay – we can go.” She fidgeted slightly. “I mean, I can. Go. I’ll go, unless you want help setting up for your company.” Which Ariadne figured he probably very much did not, but it would’ve been rude not to at least ask, right?

There definitely was no off button for this inherent goodness inside Ariadne. It contradicted everything that Mateo had witnessed and knew of the world. He didn’t understand it, and if the conversation hadn’t veered toward their creator’s, he might’ve asked more about her perspective, or even let her stay to help him clean up what little mess there was. Mentally, he shrugged, and physically, he pushed himself from the table. 

“Don’t want help.” He huffed, scratching at his cheek and moving on as quickly as he could. On instinct, he went to the door to urge Ariadne to go through it, but quickly realized it wasn’t necessary and quickly steered himself back to his bedroom. “Just blip outta here.” For the love of god, please just blip away. Mateo plopped himself into his bed and let his face remain in his pillow for a while. Memories of Junior flooded his mind and he was thankful then that there was no need to breathe as he cried for the first time in months. 

It was a relief in one way, and a deep shame in another, but no one, not even Ariadne, had to know. Out of kindness, she’d blip away. That was the hope at least. And given that Mateo was met with silence for over half an hour, he knew he had been left to his own devices. He was alone and could leave himself buried. 

Just not in the same way he’d left Junior. 

[souplovingwerewolf]

Alright party people let's make some banana bread

Normally I use 2 bananas but I only had 1.5 today so it is what it is

Oh yeah and before I started I smeared olive oil on this baking pan because I didn't have Pam spray. You can do this ig but just use Pam If you have it.

After I'd mashed the 1.5 bananas into oblivion with a potato masher I added 1 stick of UNSALTED butter. Also my camera quality is shit because my camera is smashed. Oh well.

I mixed the butter and bananas, and then i added two large eggs and 3/4 cup of light brown sugar and mixed all that together.

Meanwhile I mixed 1.5 cups all purpose flour with 1/2 teaspoon of salt and half teaspoon of baking soda in a separate bowl.

I put the chocolate chips in the dry ingredients because why not. I measured these with my heart so just put however much you want in. Or none. You do you.

Slapped the dry onto the wet

After I mixed the dry into the wet, I mixed in my secret ingredient- 1/2 cup vanilla ice cream. Now, usually I melt it in the microwave before putting it in, I just forgot this time. It's better to melt it.

Mixed the ice cream in and put it in the greased pan. Tried to cut a little smiley face into it with a knife. Its... something.

You wanna bake this for about an hour and then take it out and stab it with a cake tester in the exact middle to see if the inside is dry or not. Maybe it'll be done. Maybe you'll need a few extra minutes. Just wait for the cake tester to come out clean.

And after that, you'll have a nice loaf of banana bread to share with friends and family or to eat in front of the fridge at midnight while sobbing.

[brainrot-yumm]

PR ep7 play-by-play

I won’t be able to do this for a few days cause things are picking up a bit so let’s make this count hell yeah

whoops got distracted for 40 minutes by Spotify playlist organization. You don’t understand how elated I am over the fact that I’ll be getting assessed for ADHD soon

also my mom thinks I definitely have anxiety which was a wild thing to think as that’s the one thing I was 100% certain I didn’t have

g-gozar? Is that it? Gordon? Gorzon?

“I just wanted to get your attention” “maria just be yourself” maybe she’s the type of kid that wants to turn off the hot water to the showers. Actually how did she find that though? Is that supposed to be in public? 

Trini does good voice acting but not the best physical acting. I mean, it’s been decades since this show came out, I’m sure she’s better now, but

p-power eggs?!

hey it’s that same cave from two episodes ago!

“Only a child can open this box” ??????????????? why

oooh putty stopmotion I think! Actually no I think machines made those goobers move!

wh. why did you want a chunky chicken. After last time you think you’re gonna kill the rangers with that? Seriously?

that girl is definitely voiced over by someone else doing a kid voice. Why did they do that. Was there a sweepstakes.

stop talking about friendship god

“This is really turning out to be more than just a bad hair day” lets keep that one for the pillows

YO THATS A SICK ASS CAR

how could you possibly steer a car going that fast

woooOOOOOoooWOOOoooAHHHhhhAHAAAAhhhhpowerpoint lookin ass animation (lovingly)

you know it really wasn’t that hard for Rita to locate the power eggs

THE MORPHINE MASTERS?!

“Why can’t we do the cool car thing again?” “Because, we ran out of budget.”

hit them with the car. Do it.

Man I’m so fuckin hungry I ate at 5 and it’s 3 in the morning

wait what the fuck are the blaster pyramid they’re doing??!??!?! Don’t remember that??!?!?!

I still just love how Kim very obviously doesn’t know how to use a bow

 wait I’m so confused why is Rita on an old fashioned bike????? Why does it feel like we skipped ahead???????? DIdi they think the kids wouldn’t notice????

It’s Rita Repulsa alright

aight I remember the crystals at least. I have some hold on this world which is no longer my own

you know it’s so sad they can’t make the pterodactyl pink for Kimberly because then the chestplate of the megazord would be pink and pink is for girls or something

you know wait I don’t think we’ve ever seen Rita on Earth yet this is crazy

god it’d be so cool to own one of those helmets

wait rift scissors?! SVTFOE RIPPED OFF POWER RANGERS>!?!?!?!!

“Yeah guys we got it!” “MORPHIN’!” I’m gonna start using “morphin’“ as a positive response from now on skfhas;dg

Ayo wait people know it’s Rita Repulsa doing this shit? It’s not just “alien fuckwads” no it’s “RITA’s alien fuckwads??” Man that changes stuff everyone has the full hot goss except for who the rangers do be

oh bulk skull hi!! 

oh I can’t tell what’s gonna happen since you just showed the bullies (with the goofy bully theme in the back) and then made Kimberly hold a hot bowl of chili over her head I couldn’t possibly tell you

you know it wasn’t even like he was doing anything. You weren’t even making a fat joke about him he was just having a regular bowl of ice cream. What the hell Kim give him $10 or something for being forced to deal with that. He’s still a regular paying customer somehow despite this being a terrible place for him and his shit ego so if he wasn’t doing anything shouldn’t the owner do something? Bitch ass kids

bitch ass karmic retribution

also if I was a kid still I can just tell I’d probably have a crush on Skull or something. These days I’m just like “wow that is dope character design I love the bandana/chain mix that’s cool”

alright I have to get up in 4 hours so night I’ll try to sleep at a normal time (4 am is not a normal time)

[quiet-girl-short-stories]

True Crime

"...Sadly, none of the victim's families can get closure and the police don't even have a suspect anymore. Whoever did this are likely free to do whatever they want until the police get a lead or tip on who could have committed these crimes." Cassie took one last look around her room before thinking that even with the lights on, she still wasn't protected enough. "Other than that, I hope you all stay safe out there and I will see you next time, Bye!"

As the video ended, Cassie couldn't move her fingers fast enough as she went to anything she thought would save her from this frightened state she was in.

She thought about calling someone, but who would be up at this hour? Time had gotten away from her, and it was now two in the morning. She knew she shouldn't have been watching a true crime story this late anyways, but it was only one! Her finger scrolled anxiously until she mistakenly tapped twice and dialed someone's number.

"Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She panicked and thought about hanging up, but then she thought all they would do is call her back. So she just waited it out and shockingly they picked up.

"So you finally decided to call me at the right hour?"

Cassie sighed at the more than sultry voice on the other side. "Akuma, please, could you not right now."

"You called me remember. So what did you call for?"

She thought about telling him, but figured she'd just get made fun of for being scared of a crime story. Then she figured maybe that'd be good so her mind would get off it.

"Well, I was watching a True Crime story and I got a little scared... guess I just wanted some solace."

"Really?"

"Would I be lying?"

"No, but a phone call won't protect you. I'm better off just stopping by there."

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me, so I won't repeat it. I'll be over in five minutes, I'll text you when I'm at the door so I won't scare you." He snickered.

"Well yeah, but-" He hung up. She looked at her phone in slight anger. "Who the fuck just hangs up like that?" She threw her phone to the side before sighing and pulling her feet up to the couch.

A part of her was... happy Akuma was the one she had mistakenly called, but another part of her stressed out as the hour was much too horrible for her and him to be alone together.

"Ugh... this can't be happening!"

...

Akuma now sat on her couch while the television played something neither of them were really watching. Cassie kept a blanket over her body while Akuma sat beside her.

"You know," she looked over, "here I thought you were going to cling to me and cry out about how you don't want me to leave tonight, or how we should stay in the same room... possibly even the same bed?" He had whispered that last part causing Cassie to jump out of her seat and head out of the room. Much to Akuma's amusement.

Now inside of the kitchen, Cassie took a deep breath while resting on the counter, Okay, shit can't get any worse than this. Akuma will likely get bored, especially if I don't offer him anything good. He'll be gone before I know it!

Akuma entered the kitchen seeing the expression she was making.

His brow rose. "Why are you looking like that? What, are you worried I might leave, shut off the power and attack you?"

Her eyes narrowed. "That's not even something to joke around about; and no, I'm just thinking if I should get ice cream or not. I don't really want to have to go and buy some more later."

"Well, I say you should get some ice cream." He went to her fridge, and before opening it he said; "Cookie dough right?"

"I swear you must stalk me or something." Her arms crossed. "How do you even know that?"

He got a bowl and got a few scoops out as he spoke, "let's just keep that to myself, but it's nothing bad I promise." Cassie sighed. "Besides, you did call me over here and now you act like you don't want me here?"

It's not that I don't want you over here, I'm just trying not to do anything with you.

"Honestly, I just wanted someone over here so I can be less paranoid," she eventually said.

He walked to her front and held up the bowl, "I know, and that's what I intend to do." Cassie took it and sighed a bit again, "There's that sigh. When you don't make it I kind of forget what it sounds like."

Cassie ignored that and went back to the living room. She figured he was hell bent on staying with her, so the least she could do was occupy him.

"How about this, until I get tired you play a game for me."

He shrugged to the offer. "Sure, what game?" He said as he grabbed the controller from the TV stand and sat down beside her.

"Demon's Crest."

He chuckled. "Oh, you mean the one you haven't even beat the final boss for?"

"Shut up. That's why I want you to play it, I wanna see if you can beat him and in the meantime, while you lose, it'll provide some much needed entertainment."

"Alright, but if I do beat him what do I get for it?"

"The credits?"

"From you, Cassie."

"I don't know..." I would ask you what you want, but I don't need you in my bed tonight. "How about I cook you something."

"Why?"

"Because you're always complaining about how you never have anything to eat and how you hate fast food. So I'll just make you something as a reward."

Akuma smiled at her. "I guess you're on then, but I'm expecting something good from my future wife."

"Sexism at its finest," the spoon clinked against her teeth as she spoke.

"Be glad someone even wants to marry you."

Not that I want it to be you, but I guess good looks help me to ignore that terrible personality of yours.

[veshialles]

tongue is suddenly swollen, I swear to fuck if I’ve developed a food allergy after almost 21 years without, I’m gonna scream

[thanxx1117]

Synopsis: Y/N and San are roommates and Y/N says something that makes San crazy

18+ only! Minors DNI!

Content warning: pet names (kitten, baby, pretty), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, I don’t know what else to put here I apologize

“Hey Y/N can you come here real quick?” I hear Sam yelling from our living room. I’ve known San since we were kids 8 maybe 9 years old and we’ve been roommates for 3 years now. The tension between us started about a year ago when we went clubbing together for the first time and danced together.

“What is it?” I ask annoyed padding into the living room carrying a bowl of ice cream in just an over sized shirt that reaches mid thigh. It hangs off one shoulder showing my collarbone. San looks at me his eyes looking me up and down quickly before clearing his throat and focusing back on the TV in front of him.

“So the news said that we are officially in quarantine. We aren’t aloud to leave the house.” He says.

“Fuck now I’m stuck with you 24/7” I say jokingly laughing causing myself to drop ice cream on the top part of my chest. “Shit” I say causing San to look over at me as I wipe it off with a finger then licking it off. What I didn’t see was Sans eyes widen and adjusting his position.

“Isn’t that shirt a bit to big?” He says trying to look anywhere but at me.

“No I’m comfy.” I say sitting down beside him on the couch pulling my knees up to my chest causing the shirt to ride up my thighs to the point where San could tell I don’t have on shorts. I sit and watch TV with him for a little while before I finish my ice cream. I get up to put my bowl in the sink when Sans voice stops me.

“While you’re up go put on pants.” He says keeping his eyes on the TV.

“No. I don’t want to.” I laugh walking the rest of the way into the kitchen. I’m rinsing out my bowl when I see hands grab the sink on each side of my body.

“Y/N Now” San says causing his hot breath to hit the back of my neck causing warmth to travel down to my lower stomach and my face to heat up.

“Make me” I say staring at the veins that are very visible in his hands on either side of me.

“What was that?” He said mouth now right by my ear. I compose myself and collect all the confidence I can turning around to look him in the eye.

“I said Make. Me.” I pause between each word. He looks down at the floor letting out a scoff and before I know it his hands are wrapped around my waist and I’m hoisted into the counter then caged in with hands on the counter on each side of me.

“Oh Kitten.” He says leaning so close to my face that If I leaned forward a few inches our lips would touch. “You don’t know what you just got yourself into.” All I could do was swallow loudly.

“You see if you want to just wonder around the house barely dressed so be it but don’t be surprised when I look.” He says removing his hands from the counter before placing them in my thighs right above my knees. “Or touch.” He smiles. “So let’s see what you have hiding underneath there.” He smirks raking his hands up the outside of my thighs to push my shirt up over my hips causing me to become needy. Once he has my shirt pushed up as far as he wants his eyes travel over my body taking in the black lace that barely covers my bottom half before coming back to my eyes. His eyes were blown wide with lust.

“Sannie” I whimper out. That causes him to smirk before placing his hands under my knees lifting my legs up to rest my feet on the counter spreading my legs wide.

“Sannie huh? I like the sound of that.” He moved his hands to the insides of my thighs and starts their descent towards where I want them most. His cold hands leave a burning trail up the insides of my thighs as he gets closer and closer when finally he gets where I want him. He rubs his thumb over the black lace causing my body to jerk.

“Already so wet for me Kitten. I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this.” He says continuing to rub circles on my clothed core cause small moans to escape my mouth as he leans in to place rough kisses down my neck and across my shoulders as he picks up his speed pushing me closer and closer to finishing. Just as I’m about to be removes his hands from me completely taking a step back.

Just as I’m about to complain he removed his jeans and kicks them off to the side before hooking his fingers around the waistband of my underwear pulling them down and off my legs in record time. I press my legs together feeling vulnerable in my new state.

“Spread them. Now.” He growls causing more heat to travel to my core as I do. His hands find their way to the insides of my thighs grabbing and rubbing on them causing me to get more and more worked up. “Y/N do you want me to stop?” He asks causing our eyes to meet. I shake my head no. “Use your words.” He says sternly.

“No” I managed to utter out and the second it reaches his ears he’s between my legs attacking my core with his tongue. A loud moan escapes my lips as he inserts a finger into me. “San please…more” I try to make a coherent sentence but it seems he understands adding another finger making a come here motion in side of me his long fingers hits a spot inside me I never know I had and I throw my head back. He pulls away looking up at me.

“You like that baby.” He smirks up at me while still moving his fingers. I nod. He removes his fingers causing me to look down at him in disbelief. “ if you can’t use your word pretty this stops here. Now answer my question…do you like that.” He says grabbing my chin causing me to look him straight in the eye.

“Yes sir” I reply before thinking about what I’m saying. I thought his eyes couldn’t get darker until he heard those words and boy did they get darker. He wraps his hands around my waist hoisting me up in his arms causing his clothed bulge to rub against my core as he takes me to his bedroom. He places me down on the ground before wrapping his large hand around my neck kissing me rough as he walks me backwards towards his bed pushing me down onto it. I scoot to the top as I watch him take off his boxers. As I take in the sight before me all I can think is what have I gotten myself into. I can tell by the aura he’s giving off and what he was blessed with I won’t be walking tomorrow. Thank goodness for quarantine I don’t have to go anywhere.

I spread my legs for him and he stands there taking in the view of me lying needy on his bed as he touches himself. Slowly he makes his way to the bed kneeling between my legs making a circle or two on my clit with his thumb. Before lining himself up with me

“Fuck” he mutters as he pushes himself into me. “You feel so good baby.” He starts off slowly thrusting in and out causing small moans to escape both our lips as he pushes my shirt up my body exposing my upper half as I take it off. His hands roam all over my body before settling in my hips. He starts to pick up his pace causing my moans to grow in volume as he rams into me bringing me closer and closer. I think he can feel my clenching around him because he bring his thumb to rub circles again pushing me over them edge. The pleasure serges through my body as he helps me ride out my pleasure. Just when I think he’s done he wraps his arms around my waist flipping out positions to where I’m now on top. He feels so much bigger this way.

“I’m not done with you.” He says placing his hands behind his head giving me that god damn smirk that just works me back up again. “Show me what a good little slut you are and ride me.”

I lift myself up and down causing him to reach that spot inside me that has my toes curling. This whole time he’s just smirking at me the occasional grunt coming from him. I do this as long as I can until my movements become sloppy and I’m losing strength to move.

“Help me” I whine out trying my hardest to keep moving. He just tsks at me and stays the way he is. I know what he wants me to say and at this point I’ll say just about anything for him to push me over that edge again. “Please” I moan out in a high pitch.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He says placing his hands on my hips as he starts to thrust up into me at an animalistic pace bringing me closer and closer to the edge until finally I’m falling over the edge he claps a had around my neck pulling me down to look right in his eyes as I’m shaking on top of him while he picks up the pace so fast I’m not sure how does it. Finally I feel him fill me up moaning lowly. He pulls me down by the neck connecting us in a heated but gentle kiss as he pulls out of me and collapses beside me. There are a few moments of silence before I speak.

“Let’s go get cleaned up” I say getting up off the bed heading towards the bathroom.

“Make me” he says using my words against me smirking.

Requests are open if you want to request anything ☺️

[thatonerooklover]

octavinelle boys ice cream headcanons

(3/?)

Azul Ashengrotto

Picky eater bitch, now listen despite having the taste of a 5 year old I will not just give him vanilla ice cream because that's boring. Getting that out of the way, Azul would only want the most high quality of ice cream so anything store bought would be out of the question. That's why I purpose such ice cream now.

Sea Salt Ice Cream Bar, such as seen at Tokyo Disney. See that people? That's how you advertise Disney's own properties within itself, you know Azul would take that as a marketing point. Other than that, Azul would require these to be prepared personally by Floyd himself, homemade and fresh of course. Oh? You didn't know that Floyd makes and handles all the food in Mostro Lounge, and that he also made the menu? Well, now you know who is behind that salad that you are currently eating.

(Yes yes, we use Disney to advertise Disney)

Jade Leech

Ok, so ima be honest.

There are not many things that I fear..

But, Jade Leech?

He scares me.

But back on track, here our good old Vice Housewarden definitely works a lot. I mean, when working as a literal mafia member is your day job you can't really think that it would be easy. Dealing with shitty customers, having to help with paperwork, and sometimes having to 'dispose' of a individual. And even though we are talking about a probably psychopath.. Probably? Maybe?.. Definitely a sadist, everyone still needs something to chill their scales off.

I offer some Matcha Green Tea ice cream, one of Jades special talents is making tea for various reasons. So I'll take that and assume that he enjoys tea as well, other than mushrooms I'll say that tea is like, what, 3# on his list of favorite things to consume? Right after octopus carpaccio and the other kind of mushrooms.

Floyd Leech

Now, the moment you all have been waiting for. I know the Floyd-sters are in the backyard just waiting and raving for the quintessential affirmation on the favorite Ice Cream of this little evil shit, well, boy do I have information for you. And it will rocky road rock your world, because ladies, gentlemen, transformers.

Floyd Leech, doesn't have a favorite flavor of ice cream.

Why?

Because it's all about, the cone. That's right, the cone. You see this man is bipolar as shit, meaning that his moodswings are very drastic and always changing. Meaning that he would not so easily constraint himself to one flavor of ice cream, limits are what he dreads. But then you have a cone, something that always can go with any ice cream.

Not only do cones work as a side snack, but they also just add to the experience of ice cream to Floyd. Expect this man to be eating the shit outta that cone, and he would rather die than eat ice cream in a bowl.

Thank you for your time.

I've been having the time of my life when writing these, it's genuinely fun to look at a topic that is simple and dive deeper into it. Next up, will be both Scarabia & Ignihyde because they only got 3 bitches we can do in it. Sorry Ortho, you can't even eat.

[cyncerity]

Shifter!Tommy AU,

We’ve had a lot of Tubbo nomming Tommy but what about Ranboos first time nomming Tommy?? Maybe Tommy got overwhelmed somehow and Ranboo was the only one around.,,.

I kinda combined ideas for this one, but I saw a common trend here and I had to do it lmao

(I’m also gonna do what I always do with these and ping Roman here so he sees I answered his ask and then answer the other anon with a link to this story so they see I answered their ask)

@baka-monarch

tw: vore, cursing

Tommy had come up with a simple enough plan: get Ranboo to eat him. But it was turning out to be easier said than done.

He and Tubbo had spent a while trying to come up with a way to somehow get Tommy down their taller friend’s throat as a joke. He’d never eaten Tommy despite the numerous times he’d seen Tubbo do it, and had never expressed any interest in ever doing it at all. Hell, Ranboo had at one point straight up refused to eat Tommy. Which led the clingy duo to where they were now: listing the least noticeable and fatal ways for Tommy to end up in Ranboo’s gut. Have Tommy get in his mouth while he slept? No, Ranboo might choke and either spit him out or die, neither being the wanted outcome. Hide in food? No, Tommy’d get chewed. Liquid? No, he’d be seen to easily or drown. But, ice cream seemed to work. Ranboo didn’t chew that, and Tommy could still be hidden and not drown! It was perfect!

***

Looking back, it was not perfect. Tommy knew from experience how hot stomachs could be, so he’d made sure to wear lighter clothes, which he was now regretting. He was fucking freezing! It had somehow completely slipped his mind that ice cream was, yknow, cold. So he sat shivering under 2 scoops of strawberry ice cream, waiting for Ranboo to put him in his mouth and finally give him warmth. God dammit, why was Ranboo so slow? He’d have eaten a whole goddamn thing of ice cream by now if he was normal sized-

Tommy’s thoughts were cut off by freezing metal touching his back, and he barely suppressed a surprised yelp. He felt himself get lifted up almost nauseatingly fast, and he barely had time to press himself into the ice cream more to keep out of Ranboo’s sight. Finally, fucking finally, he was put into the hot mouth and felt the metal get pulled out from underneath him. Now all he had to do was wait.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. He though that Ranboo would have felt his weight in his mouth, but apparently he was too small to be felt at the moment. It wasn’t long before he felt his feet enter the throat behind him, sucking him down the narrow tube that led to Ranboo’s stomach. Part of Tommy’s brain wondered if it would take longer to reach the organ since Ranboo was so tall. The other part was entirely focused on keeping him still, knowing that one wrong flinch could alert Ranboo that something was up. Soon enough, he was dropped into the hollow organ, landing in a pile of somewhat melted ice cream. He didn’t mind to much, since it was much warmer but not as overbearingly hot as it could be. Now he just had to wait.

***

Ranboo finished eating his ice cream and set the empty bowl down only to look back at Tubbo and receive the most mischievous, excited, shit-eating grin he’d ever received. Ranboo almost immediately shrank back under the gaze as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. “What’s going on, what did you do?” Ranboo asked, genuinely scared if the answer. “Oh, it’s not what I did,” Tubbo responded, “it’s what you just did.” Ranboo chose to ignore the cryptic answer and turned on the tv to distract himself.

An hour later, he paused the tv and turned to Tubbo, still somewhat stuck on what the weird look could have been for, but now concerned for another reason. “Hey, didn’t Tommy say he was coming tonig- oh no there’s the look again.” Ranboo said. “Hm? What look?” Tubbo answered, very much aware of the fake innocent expression he wore. “That face. You did something. What did you do and what does it have to do with me.” Ranboo was starting to become more anxiety ridden then confused, but Tubbo’s grin simply widened. “Well, it doesn’t have to do with you so much as it has to do with Tommy.” was the only answer Ranboo got before Tubbo unpaused the tv, turning the volume up louder every time Ranboo went to clarify something. Eventually, Ranboo got fed up. He pulled up discord and turned off the tv, much to Tubbo’s annoyance, and had to call 3 times before Tommy finally picked up.

“Ranboo? Sorry, I was taking a nap, what’s up?” Tommy yawned. “Oh, ok. That makes sense I guess. Tubbos acting weird and you said you’d be over today so I just didn’t know where you were.” Ranboo replied, sighing in relief. At least, until he heard the next sentence. “What do you mean? I’m already at your house.” Tommy groggily responded. Ranboo froze. ‘What was that supposed to mean?’ “So…are you, like, at the driveway or something??” Ranboo asked, standing up off his couch to pace in frustration. Tommy just responded sounding more confused but thankfully at least more awake now. “Wait, wait. Have you not figured it out yet? Has Tubbo not told you? Or at least given you a few hints or something??”

Ranboo looked back up to Tubbo, who just sat watching the conversation happen. “Tommy asked if you’ve ‘told me’ yet, and I’m kind of scared to figure out what that means.” “Oh you’ll see, bossman.” Tubbo replied. And just like that, Tommy hung up. Great. “You know, this is actually nerve wracking, knowing you two. You better not have done something stupid.” Ranboo sighed, flopping back on the couch. “That fully depends on what you qualify as stupid.” Tubbo shrugged. “I think it’s perfectly normal, though you’ve showed a bit of a differing opinion on that statement in the past.” “Why are you being so cryptic right now??” “I just thought you’d be able to guess it by now is all. Maybe Tommy could make it a bit easier for you.” Tubbo yelled emphasizing the last few words as he nonchalantly leaned closer to Ranboo’s midsection. Ranboo was only a few seconds away from putting it together when he suddenly felt something growing inside him. He shot off the couch and grabbed at his stomach as the growing stopped, a horrified look on his plastered on his face. He head Tubbo snicker from behind him, and vaguely registered that he was holding a camera, but his mind was now focused entirely on every minor movement in his gut. How could he have not noticed before? How small was Tommy a few seconds earlier? How small do you have to be to be in someone’s belly completely undetected? Well, it didn’t matter now, since he was already in there. “Jesus, finally! Took you long enough, Boob!” And oh great, Tommy is audible now.

“How did you get…in there?” Ranboo asked, still staring down at where his hands rested on him stomach. “Ice cream. It was cold as hell, too, I’ll tell you that. Mostly gone now, though.” “W-Why would you do that?! Something bad could’ve happened! I could’ve killed you!! Do you know how easy it would have been for me to accidentally bite you in half?!” “Who the fuck bites ice cream?” Tommy replied nonchalantly. “I think you’re missing the point here.” He could feel Tommy shrug from where he was leaned against his stomach, and winced at the movement. How did Tubbo put up with this? Just knowing where Tommy was was stressing him out, but knowing that Tommy was completely at his will was worse. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt Tommy, he was one of his best friends, he wouldn’t even consider it, but knowing that something could happen to his from where he was was…not fun to think about. Ranboo didn’t even realize he’d been increasing the pressure on his stomach until Tommy called out to him. “Hey big man, you’re kinda squishing me here!” Ranboo pulled his hands off his stomach quickly, as he continued to stare down at his stomach, the panic on his face becoming clearer with every breath.

Tubbo stopped his recording and set his phone down as he walked closer to Ranboo. “Are you ok, Boo? You look…distressed, to say the least?” “Maybe because I am?” Ranboo replied quickly, turning to glare at Tubbo. “Maybe it’s because I didn’t have an option but to swallow him and I never wanted to in the first place because it’s uncomfortable and weird and-“

Ranboo got cut off as he felt movement from inside him again, but somehow different from before. Instead of just the haphazard moving that Tommy had been doing earlier, he felt him rubbing at the front of his stomach, making his breath hitch. The internal massage felt…way better than he would have guessed. Actually, looking back on times when Tubbo had swallowed Tommy, he had seen the shorter boy laying back with a hand over his stomach looking completely at peace on multiple occasions. He could only assume that this was why. As he was still wrapping his head around the feeling, Tommy spoke out. “Sorry, Ranboo. Honest. Me and Tubbo knew you didn’t want to do this and we staged it anyway. You can spit me out if it’s really making you that uncomfortable.”

Ranboo sighed and placed a hand back over his stomach, sitting back down on his couch and motioning for a somewhat confused Tubbo to join him, which he did. “It’s alright, as long as you two don’t do this again. I don’t want to have to be the one to tell you morons when something is a bad idea, but apparently I have to since you two clearly can’t figure it out on your own, because this was a really bad idea. Tommy, you’re really lucky that nothing went wrong and Tubbo’s lucky that I’m a nice person who’s not gonna try to get him back for this.” Ranboo said, glaring at Tubbo at the last bit, at which Tubbo mumbled out an apology and stared down at his lap. “Ok, so, does that mean I have to get out or not?” Tommy asked after a few moments of silence. “Were you listening to anything I just said?” “It’s a yes or no question, Ranboo.”

Ranboo groaned and put his face in his hands. “Fine. I guess you can stay in there.” “Hell yeah!” Tommy mumbled as he moved to find another comfortable spot to lay down. “I wouldn’t celebrate yet,” Ranboo interrupted, “you’re only staying in there right now because I have literally no clue how to get you out.”

He felt Tommy freeze and saw Tubbo’s eyes widen. And despite them being unable to hear each other, they both had the same simultaneous reaction;

“Shit.”