#so i'll be able to have more time in my hands to work out my verses

[carasspice]

"My dear lady wife, is it really necessary for you to titillate the staff in that way?" asked the colonel as he sat back in his armchair, huffed and puffed on his cigar and stared across the room.

"My dear husband, you may have been a colonel in the army twenty years ago but that does not give you the right to bed our maid every afternoon. If I choose to have a little flirtatious enjoyment with the butler; the window cleaner; or the pizza delivery man I will. What's good for the goose etcetera."

"Pizza? But we don't eat pizza." he stuttered and puffed another cloud of his foul smoke into the air.

"You may not my dear, but your wife has certain needs that require a younger man's energy. Shall we leave it at that or do you require a more detailed explanation?"

"Oh rather. We may not get together so often these days but the maid appears happy enough and I do enjoy your exotic tales of debauchery. The colonel gets a little steamed up with the intimate details, however the moments that push my steam to the limits are when I have your frilly panties on my head, you have your hands on my knees with your underskirt high up your back and Mr Johnson's todger is plunging relentlessly into your delightful derriere. Watching your ample titties swing back and forth as he plunges deep ... oh my word. I do so enjoy those times, such fun all round."

"As I am only too well aware and your good lady wife is happy to share such intimate moments, however my dear man, may I remind you that you were going to advertise for a younger butler, Atkinson is 78 and as hard as he tries to excite my body he simply cannot get it up any longer. Johnson will be finished with the windows very soon, I will be heading upstairs to my bed chamber for the remainder of the afternoon should you care to watch us, otherwise you will have to wait until tomorrow for my summary."

"Atkinson has been in our employ for generations my dear, I will not exchange him for a younger model but why don't you book Johnson for additional work, would that suffice? I'll call him in to discuss possibilities."

"No you won't my love," she replied as she stripped to the waist, lay back and watched Johnson staring in between the blinds, "I believe that should I be able to offer him suitable rewards and make it worth his while, he may agree but that will depend on his other commitments, Ursula Richmond at number seven has him on Saturday mornings I hear, shall we say three afternoons per week or would you prefer me to have him in the mornings so to speak?"

"Quite so my love, there's nothing quite like a happy and fulfilled marriage in my opinion, mornings would be preferable as I hate to be disturbed when I have the maid in my hands. She is so supple and full of cuddles and squeaks when I catch her."

"If you say so my dear husband but I suspect that she catches you, you never were the quickest around the bed chamber."

"Hah, I confess that she has a few years advantage in that respect. While we are on this topic, I have a draw full of her white frilly panties, I consider it to be my trophy cabinet don't you know? Should I keep them possibly as I rather like to hold a pair or two as I sleep? Alternatively, would it be out of order to return them or what should I do with them?"

"I can't say my dear but I have been aware of your collection for some time ever since the day her naked bottom presented itself to me as she was taking a dinner plate from the bottom drawer. Your dear lady wife had a fun filled afternoon that day but I do have a preference for Mr Johnson's todger. Perhaps you should ask the girl later when I assume you will be collecting another pair from her pert little bottom. Ah Johnson, I see you've finished and I have a proposition as long as you don't mind the colonel watching us cavorting from time to time."

"No milady, always happy to oblige, does the colonel prefer the bedroom, kitchen, library or in here?"

"Mister Johnson, the colonel would be delighted if you will kindly attend to her ladyship's bottom at ten o'clock sharp each Wednesday if you please as I am to be at my club by one."

"Variety is the spice of life Johnson, obviously Wednesday will be in the study with the colonel's presence es always, what would you say to Monday, Wednesday and Friday at ten o'clock. Terms will be agreed I trust, shall we go upstairs and commence our negotiations?"

xxx

[amortxt]

⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⓘ⠀ㅤ⠀n. kento. ⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀mild angst &. fluff.

nanami kento loved his wife. he cherished her with his whole being, and soul. he would think of her all day, everyday. his brain memorized every inch and detail of her, and he never failed to remind her how much he loved each and every one of them.

or so he thought.

he was thoroughly disappointed to one day find her lips wobbling. eyes squinted at their best attempt not to let out tears. he could feel her heart, painfully thumping in her chest like a festering ache, a s if it were his own.

he had finished pampering himself in fine colognes merely minutes ago, ready for the date night they had been planning for weeks, and you had been enthusiastic for it considering how busy you both had been.

but now as the night had come, he found your shared closet near raided, the dress you had originally picked (and been very excited about) nowhere in sight. but the image of you, standing in the mirror, staring at your body in distaste he couldn't find comprehensible.

"darling, what's wrong?"

hearing your lover voiced in such worry and care made your attempt at hiding your frustration much too difficult to hold in, and quickly, tears began to spill out.

your bum plopped onto your bed like gravity had just shoved you down, you felt absolutely defeated and more so now that your husband had to watch you ugly sob over something as stupid as this.

"never. say that again."

oh.. had you said that aloud..? there was a sudden shift in his voice from worried and caring to equally concerned and heartache.

"i feel awful. i look awful, kento. nothing fits, nothings working."

your eyes burnt holes into your stomach as you gripped your belly rolls. his thumb softly caressed your face and wiped the tears from your eyes away, his other arm draping around you and pulling your back to his chest, close. you could hear his own heartbeat sound like it were ready to burst.

"sweetheart, i have no clue what or who it was that made you think this but they are absolutely lying. you are the most gorgeous woman i have ever seen and nothing will ever change that."

your cries came to a soft sniffle. he could feel your breathing steady a little, but he knew you were still hesitant, he watched you fiddle your fingers.

"how about this, go try it on. i'll give you my absolute honest opinion."

you wiped the remainder of your tears and nodded, heading off into your bathroom to go and try on the original black dress you had chosen for the date night. and you when you came out, kento swore he was in heaven.

you looked ethereal, satin tight around your curves but still flowing at the bottom of your legs. kento's gaze, filled with romantic lust was almost entirely enough to fill you brimmed with confidence, at least for the night.

"you had nothing to doubt my love. this is the body of beauty."

kento held you from behind in front of the mirror. his hands curled around your hips firmly. his eyes grazing over your body in adoration that you knew no other man would ever be able to offer. you looked at the mirror, and for the first time that night, your eyes didn't immediately divert to your belly.

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀©⠀all work written by ﹫amortxt. tdo not repost. ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀tagging @ummmitsnotken.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

SOMEONE TO STAY

rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: when rafe’s girlfriend doesn’t show up to his safe house during a hurricane he fears the worst, and wonders if he’ll get to tell her that he loves her.

based on this ask !! i hope this is what you wanted anon :) i wasn’t sure if you meant pogue!reader or actually meant pogue!rafe so i kept this open as to not interpret it incorrectly !!

A/N: my drew starkey & characters masterlist is here !!

WARNINGS: cursing, hurricane, fear of loved ones dying, crying, panic attack, arguments, angsty love confession, angst to fluff !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

SECOND PERSON +

The storm came fast and without mercy. What had started as a mild tropical storm rapidly intensified into a Category 4 hurricane barrelling toward the Outer Banks. Mandatory evacuation orders were issued for the Pogues and parts of the Cut, but for the Kooks in Figure Eight, the luxury of reinforced homes and private shelters meant hunkering down. The air felt thick with panic and pressure as everyone prepared for the worst.

Rafe had been at his father's old office on the more secure side of the island, trying to sort out some financial mess left behind by Ward, when the weather reports turned grim. His phone buzzed incessantly with texts and calls from people checking in or offering refuge. But Rafe didn't care about any of them.

He cared about one person.

"Y/N, just listen to me for once!" Rafe snapped, pacing the office as the storm began to howl outside. His voice was sharp, desperate even, as he tried to reason with his girlfriend. "Don't try to be a hero. Don't stop for anything. Just get in your car and come straight to the safe house. I'll meet you there."

"Rafe, I'll be fine," you said over the phone, your voice calm but firm. "I'm already on my way."

"You're sure? I can come get you. I should come get you," he pressed, running a hand through his hair. "This storm's getting worse by the second. I don't want you driving in this."

"I've got it under control," you reassured him, a smile in your tone even though he couldn't see it. "I'll see you soon."

But the second the line went dead, unease settled deep in Rafe's chest. He tried to tell himself you were capable, smart, and resourceful—qualities he loved about you. Still, that didn't stop the gnawing anxiety that clawed at him as he headed toward the safe house.

—

The drive was hellish. Rain lashed against your windshield, the wipers barely able to keep up. Floodwaters licked at the sides of the road as you maneuvered carefully toward Figure Eight. It wasn't long before you lost signal entirely, your phone cutting off mid-text to Rafe. You cursed under your breath but pressed on.

You'd been almost to the safe house when a thought struck you like lightning. Earlier that week, Rafe had been pouring over some old financial records and papers that he needed for his next move with the family business. He'd spent hours meticulously going through them, and you knew they were stored in his father's house.

Your chest tightened. If the storm destroyed everything, Rafe would lose all that work. Against better judgment, you turned onto the road leading to Tannyhill. You told yourself it wouldn't take long—just in and out.

By the time you made it to the safe house, it was well past dark, and the storm had intensified. The wind howled like a living thing, rattling the reinforced windows and slamming against the door as you stumbled in, soaked to the bone.

"Rafe?" you called, setting the plastic bag containing the saved papers down on a table. "I'm here."

It took less than ten seconds for him to appear. His hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled from hours of pacing. The moment his eyes landed on you, relief flickered across his face—but it was quickly replaced by something far darker.

"Where the hell have you been?" he shouted, storming toward you. His voice was a mix of anger and panic, his chest heaving as he stopped in front of you. "I've been calling you for hours! Do you have any idea—" His voice broke, and he ran a hand down his face. "I thought something happened to you."

"Rafe, I'm fine," you said, trying to placate him. "I—"

"You're not fine!" he snapped, his voice rising again. "You think this is fine? Driving through a hurricane, ignoring my calls—what were you even doing?" His eyes darted to the bag on the table, and something clicked. "You stopped for papers?"

"Rafe, I know how important they are to you—"

"Papers?" he interrupted, his voice incredulous. "You risked your life for some stupid papers?"

"They're not stupid!" you fired back, your own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You've been working so hard on this, and I didn't want you to lose it all."

"I don't care about the damn papers!" he yelled, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. "Don't you get it? I don't care about any of that fucking shit if it means losing you!"

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off, his breathing growing erratic. His hands trembled as he backed away, pressing his palms to his temples. "I can't—God, I can't do this," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you were dead, Y/N. I thought I lost you out there.”

"Rafe—"

"You're all I have," he said, his voice breaking completely as tears streamed down his face. "You're all I have, and I can't lose you. I won't survive it."

His words hit you like a tidal wave, the raw vulnerability in his voice leaving you momentarily stunned. You stepped toward him cautiously, reaching out to touch his arm. "Rafe, I'm here. I'm okay," you said softly. "I'm right here."

But he didn't seem to hear you, his breathing growing more rapid as he sank onto the couch. His chest heaved, and his hands gripped the edge of the cushion like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

You knelt in front of him, your heart aching at the sight of him falling apart. "Rafe, look at me," you said firmly, taking his hands in yours. They were cold and clammy, shaking like leaves in the storm outside. "Breathe with me, okay? Just breathe."

He tried to match your breaths, but his body refused to cooperate. Desperation clawed at him, his gaze wild and unfocused. "I can't—I can't—"

"Yes, you can," you said, your voice steady despite the tears streaming down your face. You guided one of his hands to your chest, pressing his palm flat against your heartbeat. "Feel that? I'm still breathing. I'm still alive. I'm here, Rafe."

Something shifted in his eyes as he focused on the steady rhythm beneath his hand. He gripped your shirt like a lifeline, his breathing slowly evening out. "You're here," he repeated, his voice barely audible. "You're here."

"That's right," you said, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The storm raged on outside, but inside, the only sound was the quiet rise and fall of your breaths. Finally, Rafe pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it almost hurt.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into your hair. "I'm sorry for yelling. I was just so scared."

"I know," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "I'm sorry, too. I should've just come straight here."

He pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his blue eyes searching yours. "I don't say this enough—or at all—but you mean everything to me, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you. You’re my whole world. Not work, not money, not anything; you. I love you, so fucking much.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they were from something far warmer than fear. "I love you, too," you said, leaning into his touch.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms as the storm began to lose its fury. Whatever chaos the hurricane had brought, it couldn't touch the calm you found in each other.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

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i hope this is what you wanted anon !! this was such a cute one to write and i love me some angst to fluff😫

pls request some more angst guys !! i absolutely LOVE writing it :) and as always, likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[solarpunkani]

Things To Do To Maintain Hope In These Trying Times

Okay so look. This isn't the desireable outcome for me and my fellow solarpunks, but I personally find that I have two options right now--panic and wait for the worst; or dream of, hope for, and work towards the best that I can manage. And I prefer that second option. Is a single individual going to be able to remold the societal systems we find ourselves in, reshape the fabric of our government and turn everything for the better in the next four years? If someone can, it's not me.

But what I can do is do stuff to make things better, lighter, and more hopeful for myself and my community around me, through actions big and small. So here's what I plan to do, or hope to take on, to keep myself from absolutely doomspiraling. And if this list helps you, inspires you to take up an action I'm doing or to try something completely different, by all means that's amazing! What's more solarpunk than inspiring others to be more solarpunk?

Anyways

1: Trash Cleanups and Other Volunteering

I joined a mutual aid group a few months back and lately we've been doing a lot of trash clean ups, which I find really fun! It also helps feel like I'm making a tangible, helpful difference in my community--the areas look nicer for humans, there's less litter issues for plants and animals--it's just a general improvement! I have recently found nothing gets me fired up quite like a trash cleanup these days. I would also like to join more volunteering/mutual aid groups in the area, I'd just have to find ones that fit my current work schedule (and aren't a huge commute to and fro). Maybe someday this year I'll get the courage (and time) to join the Food Not Bombs in my city for a few events!

Maybe picking up trash at parks and ditches and intersections isn't going to improve the entire nation's situation, I'll never claim that it would. But improving the world around you, even a little bit, can help get the ball rolling for other changes--maybe people will start using a park more once its cleaned up, maybe native plants will reclaim that ditch and create a new habitat, maybe people will see us cleaning and see our flag and check out other stuff our organization does! Bit by bit, we're contributing to a brighter, cleaner future.

Maybe I'll get the courage to clean up some trash on my own, who knows.

2: Make Stuff With My Hands

This covers a lot of things, and not always a physical thing to hold. Maybe it's crocheting little plushies, or hats and cardigans, or anything I feel like to accomplish something. Maybe I'll learn to sew more things, or how to embroider. Maybe I'll draw, or write more short stories, or work on my longer projects.

Sure, some things can be made to give away or donate, or can be made with a specifically solarpunky end goal and message. But honestly, even if I'm not writing solarpunk short stories or drawing solarpunky art, if I'm writing or drawing anything it helps bring me hope--and brightens the day of my friends who enjoy it too!

3: Gardening and Sharing

It's winter as I'm writing this, which means its about time to dive headfirst into garden planning and seed starting! Even the process of watching something grow from a tiny little seed to a fully-grown plant brings me hope, and every different kind of plant gives hope for a different reason! My pollinator garden helps me take action to assist the native pollinator species by giving them a place to feed and grow, and the more kinds of native plants I provide the more habitat I create for them! And the fruits and vegetables I grow bring a sense of accomplishment with each harvest, and satisfaction as I share them with family, friends, and neighbors! I am still chasing the high of sharing bowls and bowls of tomatoes and peppers with my cul-de-sac.

In addition to my own personal garden, my volunteering group is looking into adopting an abandoned community garden and bringing it back to life! If we can (still waiting for approval), it'll bring access to fresh veggies and herbs to the nearby community, and if it goes well we may even try to take up more around town! I'm really, really excited about this project!!

Maybe sharing produce from my garden will inspire my neighbors to create their own (I'm already lowkey claiming credit for inspiring one neighbor to start growing tomatoes last year), and share their extra produce, and inspire more people to garden! Maybe talking about my pollinator garden and sharing seeds with my friends and coworkers will create more interest, and more habitat for for local creatures! Maybe if I yap about milkweed and tree snags hard enough, people will see the expanses of grass on the sides of the road differently, or find a different species to advocate for!

Then of course there's the possibility of guerrilla gardening. While there are a lot of reasons I haven't taken it up super hard yet (not finding good sites, not having a lot of money for throwaway seeds, not wanting to be a black woman in the south doing 'weird stuff' on the side of the road, etc), maybe I will. In any case, I have brought up the idea of scattering wildflower seeds at some of the sites we clean up to my volunteering group--if that idea gets taken up, that could in a sense be guerrilla gardening, right?

4: Clean My Goddamn Room

"Ani what does cleaning your room have to do with hope in these trying times" Clean room, clean mind, more room to start seeds, less environmental stress. Maybe just doing a few chores when I'm feeling anxious can help me take time to think things through instead of downspiraling, or can help me work my way through a plot hole in a story, or think of a new project to take up.

Maybe for you guys its not 'cleaning your room,' maybe its some other task. Sometimes doing a small, mundane task for yourself can give you the vibes and energy to take up another challenge!

5: Encouraging Others

I've said it before and I'll say it again, is there anything more solarpunk than encouraging other people to be more solarpunk?

Even if you aren't waxing poetic about the values and virtue of the solarpunk movement, being a source of hope and light for others can do a surprising amount to get things done! For example, if I personally can't muster the courage to go to an FNB event or a rally, or if something comes up and I suddenly find myself unable to garden this year or keep doing trash cleanups, if I--through talking about my hobbies or sharing resources on how to start or just existing and vibing with my gay little NPC bounce and chatting about sunflowers in a checkout line--inspire five other people to take up an action, that's five more people taking up an action. And that action can lead to them doing more and more, bigger and better things. If I help a friend feel better when they're feeling down, maybe they'll have the energy to help others, who'll then help others, and help make the world just that much brighter! Even if the action is unrelated to what I personally am doing, it'd still be a beautiful and amazing thing! If me sharing my crochet projects inspires someone else to take up leatherworking or sculpting or woodworking, that's still more creative energy in the world! If me talking about native wildflowers burgeons an interest in native trees, or grasses, or hell even something like green building design or community planning somehow, that's someone developing an entirely different skillset than I could ever imagine, which can be used to do amazing things!

I'm not gonna pretend like its going to be all sunshine and rainbows from here on out! We're still talking about the person who literally refused to leave the house yesterday because she was so anxious something might happen, after all. But if I'm given a choice between wallowing in misery and anxiety and despair, or doing anything I can--even the smallest things--to make things a little bit better and brighter for those around me? I know what my choice is.

[terrestrialnoob]

He watched as Constantine finished the chalk circle, double checking all the little symbols and lines. It was more intricate than what Batman would have thought, but he only dabbled in magic when necessary; able to perform it sure but didn’t have a talent for it. “You’re sure this will work?”

“I’m sure it’ll summon the protector spirit and keep it contained until we can explain the situation.” Constantine answered. “Alright, stand back.”

The circle began to glow.

Off in the distance, Batman could hear the fight that was still ongoing. A cult that worshiped a deity of death had managed to summon a being known as The Ghost King. His forces only had a handful of standout powers, but the rest were undead skeletal being that pulled themselves back together after being downed. They needed to take out the King in order to stop the hoards, but the hoards prevented enough of them to get to the King to really fight him. Superman might have been able to save the day if their enemy wasn’t magic based. Wonder Woman came in on her day off, but she couldn’t handle both the King and the Fright Knight.

Constantine had conveniently remembered that while the Ghost King that had all but taken over a dimension known as the Infinite Realms, was defeated twice. First by a counsel of ancients no one remembered the identities of, and when he’d been released by some fool looking for power, was defeated by a singular protector spirit with a known name.

The circle suddenly burst into a pillar of flame and in the center of it stood a singular being.

He tilted their head at Constantine and looked annoyed. There was an echo to his voice, layered over itself in what Batman recognized as a translation spell, the original language echoed by the translation. “Wow, can’t say I was expecting to get summoned by I-Can’t-Believe-It’s-Not-A-Conman and a living Spirit Halloween costume tonight, but here we are.”

Batman looked at Constantine. “That looks like a teenager.”

“Protector spirits like to either look big and scary or like someone you’re more likely to trust.” Constantine shrugged. “It does seem really into the role though.”

“Hey, fellas,” the spirit waved his hand to get their attention, “it’s a school night and I’ve got homework to ignore. So lets get this sleepover over with.”

“You really a protector spirit? They tend to be more…” Constantine waved his hand in a circle and started walking around the magic circle, examining the ghost. “…pleasant to talk to.”

The ghost squinted at him, “Then you must have the wrong guy! I'll just leave-” He walked up to the warding wall and tried to walk through it. He hit it and stared at it, then pressed his hand against it and was clearly trying to get through it.

“Not going to work, mate.” Constantine said and came to a stop in front of where the ghost was trying to get out. “Even if you’re not the spirit we were aiming to summon, you can’t leave until we say so.”

The ghost looked far too convincingly panicked. He tried to claw through the spell, push his feet through the floor, and tried to fly up just to be knocked back by the containment spell’s lid.

Constantine must have sensed Batman’s misgivings, because he said, “Don’t worry, the containment will hold.”

“That’s not what has me worried.”

“Yeah, yeah, I bungled the spell and got the wrong guy…” Constantine gave him a tilted smile to hide his disappointment in himself. “Or maybe this trickster spirit thought it would be funny to disrupt my summoning. Either way, we’re wasting time with Pariah Dark out there destroying the world.”

Batman was about to add that he was also uncomfortable with a being that looked like a kid, and on the slightest chance might actually be a kid, looked like they were on the verge of a panic attack.

“Pariah?” The spirit stopped and stared at them with wide eyes, glowing toxic green, and seemingly on the verge of tears.

Constantine nodded, “Yeah, we were trying to summon the protector spirit that defeated him a while back, but we got you instead.”

The kid looked like he just got slapped in the face. “I – no, you got the right guy. I’m Phantom.”

“You?” Constantine asked with an air of disbelieving condescension. “You’re the protector spirit that defeated Pariah Dark?”

“I had some help.” Phantom replied. “Is that what you want? You’ll let me go if I fight Pariah again?”

Constantine looked between Phantom and Batman – thought Batman didn’t do or say anything, paranormal negotiations were why Constantine was there. “Yeah, that’s exactly what we want.”

Batman watched the looks on Phantom’s face, he was terrified but resigned. He glanced between the two of them. “Okay.”

Vaguely inspired by that one post where Danny gets summoned by the JL and keeps throwing his shoes and stuff at them bc HE might not be able to leave the summoning circle but his clothes sure can!

I think the twist for that was that the circle doesnt effect him at all because hes a halfa and he was just goofing with the JL.

But imagine if the summoning and containment WORKED.

Like, he gets summoned and its startling, but once he realizes hes been summoned hes mostly annoyed.

Its a school night! He has work to do! Sure he wasnt DOING it, but it was still a possibility!

And hes trying to banter with the JL. Which for him just means being vaguely-obnoxious-but-somewhat-charming.

But then he tries to leave.

Maybe hes worried about his friends reaction to seeing him disappear.

Maybe the JL are saying some anti ghost/demon/whatever they think he is nonsense.

Maybe he changed his mind about doing that homework.

But either way, it doesnt work.

He drags his hand along the edge of the spell. It doesnt give, and he realizes hes not sure what this spell is supposed to do.

Its all along the floor beneth him, he cant fly through the floor.

He tries to get away from the walls and floor, worried whatever spell makes up the container can be triggered to hurt him or brainwash him or SOMETHING.

Its not his best guest, but he has never been summoned before, at least not with this type of barrier, and he doesnt know what to expect.

He barely gets a few feet off the ground when he hits the spells invisible roof.

And he is trapped.

And now this fourteen year old child is caged in a room with clearly dangerous adult strangers.

After hes been more or less kidnapped.

He’s suddenly regretting insulting them.

And its not his first time beimg kidnapped. Or his first time being in danger in general (obviously).

but its usually some ghost! Or Vlad “Loser, I hardly know her!” Masters!

Both of whom explain literally everything they plan in long ass evil monologues! It usually takes danny five minutes tops to learn their entire life story Dr Doofenshmirtz style!

He knows most of them personally! They hang out sometimes! Heck! even the local ghost hunters are either literally related to him or someone he’s dated!

He knows their powersets, their strengths, their weaknesses.

Most importantly, he knows their goals

But now hes trapped. In a room of clearly superpowerd strangers. With magical abilities strong enough to trap him for real.

And has no idea what they want

And Danny just freezes up

This could be super angsty if the JL were told that he was evil and think his panic + young features are only done to manipulate them.

You can also add angst with a language barrier/translation issue

I imagine the JL would be trying to get information about ghosts/ are trying to get someone to fight a villain they can’t defeat

Its going to scare the shit out of Danny either way- like imagine fourteen year old you gets kidnapped by strangers and they start asking you about your weaknesses or say they will only let you out if you agree to fight this monster.

And if Danny doesnt know this villain or how tf hes going to fight them he might feel like hes being sent off to get his ass kicked.

I can just imagine Danny being told he has to fight this supervillain and being like “…if i like..die…trying to fight this guy…what are you going to do with my body? Like will you send me home? Cause my family will freak if my corpse is teleported into the living room”

JL would not be happy about any of his responses.

Im begging someone to write this please have a nice day

[theallianceofcelestials]

A big what if scenario for SEA!AU ; but how would KC and the rest of the family react to Eclipse somehow getting turned into a child / baby for a few hours / days?

You just opened a can of worms friend. I'll just use a similar format as to what I used with the WN and SEA characters meeting.

More under, because this is a bit long, and I should have done this last time too

The only way he can turn into a kid is obviously with some SCP shenanigans, though I'll admit I haven't done my research and don't know if there's any SCPs able to turn people into children (though with how many of them exist, I wouldn't be surprised) But even if there is one, he's an animatronic so it'd probably work differently.

Let's just say there're 2 scenarios, one where it's just a childified body his adult self is in, and one where he's both child sized and acts like one too with no memories of his adult life.

In the first scenarion he'd be very annoyed and angry. He's also try hiding probably once he realises the "danger" he's in. He does not want to be a plush toy.

Killcode

First scenario

The moment he sees his grumpy animatronic son in the child body, most likely after having searched the facility for him because he did not come back for dinner and he didn't mention any work related stuff that might take a bit, it'd be over immediately. There'd be no way you can get him off of Eclipse.

He'd always want to cuddle him, keep him close, and maybe tease him lightly over getting turned into a child. It's his right as a father, and if he's shouted at more than not, then he's just going to have to keep his laughter in more.

He'd mostly do this to cover up his worry, because this is his most fragile kid turned even more fragile. Eclipse is not known already in their family as a fighter, more a runner, but with those stubby short legs how is he going to get away from danger? He obviously can't let his kid leave his sight, otherwise he may die. He hopes the Foundation is working on a solution already, because if not there'll be hell to pay.

He'd be unwilling to let his kid out of his sight like this, going into full on helicopter mode. He'd insist Eclipse stay on his shoulder at the very least if he doesn't want cuddles, and he'd be reluctant to give him up even to their family. It's the I'm-the-parent-of-small-child instincts, and they've revived with a vengance he didn't experience even when his kids were young. Probably because his kids were always hardier.

Second scenario

In this scenarion the panicking scientist he was working with would probably call Killcode in, because he's becoming a personnel member anyway, and because they fear if they didn't, and tried to hide this, they'd all be brutally murdered. They're all correct obviously.

The child Eclipse, with no memories of his life, wouldn't know who or what Killcode is, only that he's been told he's his dad. Perhaps his daycare programming would tell him information about these things, so he'd know what a dad is. He'd just light up at the sight of his papa, happily reaching out in what his code knows is normal behaviour for children. It'd actually be kinda funky if he immitated how a human child would act with their parent based on what his programming tells him is normal.

Killcode, obviously, wouldn't know how to react. On one hand, that's his kid, on the other, he finds this whole thing unnatural. Kinda uncanny valley. He'd also be pretty scared his child was deleted and thus basically murdered. It gets proven wrong thankfully when Eclipse starts babbling about stuff only his adult version would know, like how he wants to go back to their room and play with everyone, and can they pleasee have lava cake today? It'd greatly calm KC, who'd go into indulgent dad mode.

He'd still be constantly cuddling, but he'd be much softer. He'd take this as his chance to make up for the time they weren't together, because maybe if they can make nice memories for Eclipse in this young stage of him, his past wouldn't hurt that much.

He'd obviously be overprotective, happiest when he can cuddle this toddler version of his child, and he'd fold to the faded-gold optics whenever they widen and make more sweets than he ever did. He'd be humming sillier songs when he cooks, watching the child toddling around happily, without a clue to the dangers and horrors he's faced.

He'd absolutely melt when Eclipse calls him papa, or when the little one pounces on his legs because his paws are funny, he'd sit on the floor all day sometimes just helping Eclipse build something out of legos, read him bedtime stories, and just fall asleep on the couch while Eclipse is in his lap.

Solar Flare

First scenario

Seeing its big brother so small and adorable looking would make its perpetual expression into the happy little smiling squints it's able to do. They're just so happy to see their big brother like this.

He'd obviously ask Killcode to cuddle his brother plenty of times, but'd make a bunch of drawings of Eclipse sitting grumpily on Killcode's shoulders. The wall would be filled with all of them, and Eclipse can't even be mad at it properly.

Whenever it wants to dance though Eclipse would deny it. He's just unwilling to embarrass himself even more than he already is. Solar Flare would be sad over that, and would want this to be over with soon. He wants to go back to hanging out with its big brother like usual.

Second scenario

The toddler version of its brother would have its heart in a tight-fist clench in seconds, and there's no stopping it. Even if it's a bit confused on who's the big brother anymore. The kid is still trying to fit that older sibling place, but because he's just a toddler it's... a bit questionable.

They'd draw lots together, do silly dances and Eclipse, despite their spikes, would happily climb onto their back and point it in directions to go in. It'd obviously comply, quickly finding amusement in being the horsey once they get over their fear of him stabbing himself on his spikes.

The two of them would also become very 'judgy' about their siblings, playfully poking at them together. Because of the toddler, Solar Flare can get away with playfully bullying its other brothers, who have to grit their teeth so the baby doesn't cry.

Bloodmoon

First scenario

They'd laugh their asses off. No question in that. They'd also be unbearingly overprotective, no question about that either.

They would curl up around Eclipse, despite him hissing and grumbling at them to leave him alone, surrounding him with safety and warmth. It doesn't sit well with them to see him so small, especially when the child body's battery is smaller and he just generally gets more tired easier. But seeing him plug in to charge more would be a torture. But seeing him yawning more would be funny.

They're also barred from dancing with him, which makes them slightly annoyed but they suck it up, mostly able to play Scrabble with him. Which is fun, don't get them wrong, but they're more physically inclined creatures.

The funniness of it would just wear off after some point and leave them with loads of anxiety, because he still wants to do dangerous things, but his body just doesn't allow for that anymore. They'd be freaking out by day two

Second scenario

Blasted SCPs! They're the eldests again!

Bloody would feel terribly shaky with their big brother being a toddler, even more unsure than ever, because now they're adults and Eclipse is soft compared to them. He'd be freaking out. Rusty wouldn't be so obvious, but he too is scared of screwing up.

Eclipse wants to do stuff with them though. He remembers playing Scrabbles with them, but now he finds it boring which'd panic the twins. He also doesn't like horror anymore, crying at the more grusome scenes, so watching movies/playing games they did before is out too. All that's left is dancing too, which they'd be happy to do, watching stuff like Jurassic park where they root for the dinos, and playing tag.

They're a bit rusty (haha) at this whole child appropriate thing, especially because they were kids themselves when their siblings were kids, but they'll try their best.

They play tag with Eclipse, play hide and seek with him too, pretending not to see/hear the little toddler. They'd be absolutely down to play horsey, get into tickle fights and just generally have fun.

They'd jump on top of the shelves near the ceiling of the room, leaving the tot up there, and playfully threatening to keep him there if he doesn't behave. They'd also throw him in the air a lot, and give him playful shakes whenever they're holding him.

They'd feel kind of nostalgic over it, despite never having interacted with children before as an adult.

Lunar

First scenario

He's laighing. Eclipse is struggling with life in general, and he's laughing.

He'd bully him so much about his height its unreal. All the shortie jokes that he has to deal with. He'd be epecially insufferable if he was taller too.

He's consequently be basically ignored by Eclipse thus, who would be a sore loser about this. Because he didn't sign up to be made fun of. (he obviously ignores all the times he calls Lunar a midget, those don't count because he is, while Eclipse is just an unlucky bastart)

Lunar would be busy laughing his ass off to truly realise how uncomfortable he actually feels about this all. He'd sometimes wake up in the night though, wishing to snuggle into a silicone chest, only to remember his big brother is small now. He wouldn't admit how much that bothers him though

Second scenario

He's uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable. He doesn't know how to handle not being the youngest anymore. Even if only temporarily.

He'd be the most withdrawn because of it in the beginning, only to feel horrible at the obvious hurt in the toddler's optics. He'd fold before long eventually, but only because he misses his big brother.

He finds he doesn't much mind the kid, maybe even has fun with him, even if they do have to play less or even different games to their usual. They can't exactly play scary games when the tot freaks out over it. So they'd play more stuff like Mario Kart and what not, even if Eclipse's coordination like this is not the best. Lunar has to throw a lot so he doesn't end up with a crying toddler next to him. He wouldn't mind it all that much as he gets into it, happily losing a couple times so the kid can be happy too.

He'd miss his older brother tho. He gets it the others are having fun with the toddlerified Eclipse, but he personally misses the Eclipse who's confident, smart and doesn't freak out over jumpscares. He's kind of sad about him not being there anymore. Even if only temporarily, Lunar doesn't like being an older brother, Feels wrong to him.

Sun

First scenario

He'd be having the time of his life pretending his nephew is an actual child. After Killcode he's the worst offender of cuddles.

He'd just hug Eclipse to himself, ignoring the angry mumbling and escape attempts. He'd however also make sure Eclipse knows he's just messing with him. He doesn't actually want there to be any bad blood between them.

He'd probably keep his cats away from him like this, unsure how they'd react. It's an amusing attempt when all they want is to snuggle to the snuggle-sized Eclipse. They'd absolutely bully him

Second scenario

He'd melt. And he'd go into full uncle mode.

He'd be doing arts'n'crafts constantly with the kid, snatch him playfully off the ground to nuzzle, and make loads of pancakes. He'd also have fun knitting clothes for the child, making a full winter get up with the mittens, oversized scarf and big sweated and cutesy hat.

He'd be careful when introducing him to the cats, making loads of pictures of them snuggling on the couch and bed. He'd be absolutely delighted to have Eclipse toddle after him curiously, and he'd ring his bells for him just to get his attention.

He'd be all into reading stories for him too, making all the silly voices he can. He'd also sew a plushy probably, maybe a little kitty to match the little Eclipse, squealing in delight when he brings it with him to everywhere.

He'd be doing fun bathtime routines too, making extensive bubble baths so the toddler can have all the fun. One night he'd just show up with a bunch of bathtime toys, and no one dares question him.

They'd also make a solar bot club with Solar Flare, and Sun'd teach the toddler Eclipse (whose normal, adult version taught Sun) how to make friendship bracelets, so all the club members match.

He'd probably almost fistfight Killcode too over who gets to snuggle when. He barely holds himself back, because that is still his brother's kid.

Moon

First scenario

After having a good laugh, he'd immediately start looking for a cure. Eclipse appreciates this, and would probably try sticking to him the most despite how he also makes fun of him extensively. In Eclipse's opinion, that's still better than all the coddling. That's just kinda the norm for Moon.

He'd try to act less jerkish though, simply because he's not immune to the size no matter what he tells himself. It's just his touch averse nature keeping him from actually cuddling. He'd probably do more heatpats, which he'd disguise as condescending so Eclipse doesn't realise he finds him adorable too

Second scenario

He'd keep away, afraid he'd fuck up somehow. This obviously wouldn't go down well with the tot, who does remember his uncle Moonie doesn't like tocuhes, but his programming is telling him to at least sometimes give him a hug because that's what you do with uncles. Moon would obviously fold eventually.

He'd allow the occasional hug, but'd still make it pretty clear it's only good if it's allowed touch. Instead of all the physical touches, he'd opt for quality time and gifts.

He'd teach the kid how to build things, proud when the skills he got as an adults kinda shine through. They'd build stuff from all sorts of things, from legos, from building blocks, from jenga and etc. He'd also get one of this for kids mini robots that you have to build yourself and can practice programming on. He'd also let the kid 'make' a video game, which would just be him sitting in Moon's lap and telling him what to do.

He'd also unwillingly go into naptime mode, reading bedtime stories so he falls asleep, singing lullabies when it's just the two of them, and even rocking him occasionally when he feels comfortable with a bit more touch. Because of this Eclipse would go to him whenever he feels tired during the day. He'd then curl up next to Moon, or even in his lap, while his uncle reads him a story and pats him like a kitty.

He'd be especially happy with all the ray skritches Moon can do, sometimes being annoying on puprose so his uncle will shut him up by going for his rays to make him sleep. Moon would be irritated by how he's outsmarted by a toddler each time.

He'd also take it upon himself to make him learn stuff, unwilling to let his knowledge maniac nephew sit idle. Eclipse enjoys these lessons, bringing notebooks he can scribble into. His notes though would be half badly spelled words and half drawings. Moon will never admit he finds it adorable.

After he's back in his normal body in the first scenario he's pretty mad and humiliated, and would be withdrawn and angry for a couple days. Lots of groveling would be needed to make him forgive people.

The second scenario would also end with him embarrassed in the end, but he's feel pretty touched by all the things they did for him. He doesn't want a repeat though

[satureja13]

Jeb picked Sai up after his shift and they headed upstairs to the game room of Moogie's Bar. Sai was excited. Will Jeb watch the stars with him like Jack and Vlad did? How romantic!

But they walked past the loveseat with a view. Sai: "Hm? What is it then?" Jeb: "Look around the corner."

Sai: "My gaming corner?! How did you get all my stuff here?" Jeb: "I asked Noxee to sent it."

Jeb knows how much Sai needs his alone time. Jeb: "Since you don't have a room for yourself here on board, I thought you'd like to have a space of your own. Where you could do your computer stuff in peace. No one will disturb you here." Sai: "Omg Jeb! This just feels like home far away from home!"

Sai: "Thank you."

Jeb: "I'll leave you alone now. Have fun!" Sai: "Oh, I will!" All the things he can do now! The only computers on board are in the community areas or at the bridge - and there's always commotion. This corner migh be small, but it's quiet and no one will come up here once they'd started the engines and there's nothing to see out there except for the dark-greyish subspace. This is heaven for Saiwa. And Jeb made it happen.

Except - Sai didn't have fun. Did Jeb just shove him away? Stored him in the furthest corner of the ship? Sai knows how much Jeb wanted him to move into his apartment at their home in Tomarang. Did he change his mind? Sai knows Jeb too well, he probably thinks he's not good enough to be with him - again... Because Sai wants nothing more than to loose his virginity to Jeb - but Jeb can't give him what he craves.

After Jeb left Sai to have some fun in his new computer corner, he went over to his best friend, Kiyoshi. To pour his heart out.

But he's busy with Jack... again... Jeb: "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll leave." Kiyoshi: "Don't worry. Stay."

And of course Sai was right. Even after being together for so long and after talking about this so often - Jeb still thinks Sai is too precious for him... But luckily Sai's oldest friend, Jack, is here. Jack knows how much Sai loves Jeb and that he can't live without him. Sai will never give up. Neither Jeb - nor his plans to finally lose his virginity - to Jeb. And: Jack also knows that the solution for their problem is already in the works. But also - as hard as it is for 'Big Snout Jack' - he can't spill the beans ö.ö So even though it's killing him inside, Jack said: "Don't worry, Jeb. Some things you just can't force. And there's nothing you can do than to just sit it out, hm? Have faith." (TMI: This is actually one of the hardest things for me. Learn more about this (imo) important topic -> here) Jeb: "Uhm, ok..." Kiyoshi seems a bit stunned by Jack saying words of wisdom. But even this happens from time to time :3

Meanwhile Sai left his new gaming corner. He can't just sit around here and do his computer stuff in peace - he's a man on a mission. He went to their quarters - to find them empty. So he took the chance to take a bath to play with the toys again. Soon he'll be ready for Jeb's 'wand'. And it didn't hurt a bit to this point - given you take your time and go slow and prepare thoroughly, just like Jack and Ji Ho - and later also Kioyshi - told him. Plus Sai and Jeb still practise their Tantra each day. They are able to dive in the deepest state of bliss when they make out. Jeb won't even notice it's not Sai's hands on his 'wand' when the time comes. And then finally, finally Sai will give his virginity to his beloved - but oh so hesistant - Jeb.

Uh - oh. The door. Jeb is back ö.ö' Sai wanted to have finished before he returned. Now Jeb will think he kept all the fun for himself - again...

(I usually never post pics with the walls down - but Sai really tensed when Jeb entered ^^')

Sai took the face mask off. Time to face Jeb...

Sai: "I'll just get dressed and than I'll give you my very special thank you present for my gaming corner!" Jeb: "Uhm - ok..." Jeb's mood was damped since he overheard Sai in the bathroom last time. He feels like he isn't man enough for Sai when he has to pleasure himself... without him.

But when Sai stepped out of the bathroom, he took Jeb's breath away. Jeb whispered: "You look so hot." Sai: "But I shouldn't have put those damn plastic pants on over my still damp skin in a hurry!"

Jeb: "Gods are you hurt? Wait, I'll heal you." Sai: "No need to. Let's go to our bedroom. I'll just take them off again - slowly ;) " Jeb: "Are you sure you - you are ready to - to ...do it again?"

Sai: "I didn't go all the way in there. I'll just go there together with you." Jeb: "Vanië..."

Sai: "Let's take these clothes off."

And a few minutes later, Sai took Jeb to the realms of pleasure and bliss.

'… Loving you Isn't the right thing to do How can I ever change things That I feel?

… If I could Baby, I'd give you my world How can I When you won't take it from me?

… You can go your own way Go your own way You can call it Another lonely day You can go your own way Go your own way

Tell me why Everything turned around Packing up Shacking up is all you want to do'

Fleetwood Mac - Go your own Way

Outtakes

When they entered the game room and Vlad stood behind them - grinning creepily - and Sai was about to start hissing ö.Ö' Poor Jeb ^^'

Sai telling Jeb he is going to go nowhere until he's finished with him hahaha

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A Lil Office Romance 5

Terry Richmond X Black Fem OC  (Troi)

No warnings: Light heart fluff. A little flirty

For the first time in well, ever, I'm actually sad it's Friday. The weekend meant no lunches with Terry, no playful flirting, and no hearing his enjoyment of my specialty-curated desserts.

"Well Wifey, I don't know if I'll survive the weekend without my daily sweets" Terry nudged my shoulder as we entered the parking garage.

" Terry you ate almost a dozen cookies between today and yesterday. Your blood sugar is probably through the roof!" I couldn't help but chastise him while hitting the key fob to unlock my 2016 Rav4.

"Troi, you got me addicted; you can't have me going through withdrawals," Terry said, reaching to open the door for me. The week of unfiltered attention from Terry deepened my crush. He's such a gentleman, barely even letting me carry my purse and playfully swatting my hand away from door handles so that he would always be the one to open them for me.

"Two days won't kill you, Terry a little detox might be good for you" I couldn't help but tease taking my purse and cardigan from his outstretched hands

"Now Pretty girl why would I need a detox from you? " Terry's eye flickered down to my exposed thighs now that my skirt had ridden up from sitting in the driver seat " Could I kidnap you for one day to get my fix" his tongue peeked out to moisten his bottom lip.

Maybe 15 seconds had passed before I could find my voice again. " I'm not opposed to that. But I'm boring. I don't know if you wanna waste your weekend with me," I chuckled, trying to chase away the sight of his tongue running across his lip.

"Troi trust me, you couldn't bore me if you tried. How about I call you tonight and run my plans by you" Terry tapped the top of my car backing away enough for me to be able to close the door.

I rolled my window down so that he could see my nod of agreement.

Terry

Maybe I laid it on a little thick, But hey Troi is oblivious to the effect she has on me .. shoot anyone. I couldn't be sorry with how Troi rewarded my heavy flirting with her glazed-over eyes and parted lips. I could now confirm she wants me as badly as I do her.

Watching her pull off and receiving a small wave and smile. I couldn't help but start to run through my plans to wow her over the weekend.

As bad as my appetite for Troi physically, my need to make her smile is winning out.

Troi

"Mommy, what am I supposed to do here asked me to lunch on Saturday in the park" I couldn't help but whine over the phone to my mom.

"Girl, what do you mean supposed to do? Go! Let that boy take you out! " my mother snapped playfully. I may have gotten my looks from her but my personality couldn't be more the opposite where I lacked in her personality my reserved Father took up.

I could hear my daddy grunt in the background, "What's the boy's name again? I need to run a background check on him before you go anywhere"

"No daddy you will not!" embarrassed welled up inside of me from the thought of Terry finding out my dad did a background check on him "we work for the same company, he couldn't have gotten the job without a background check!"

"Vern now hush getting her all riled up, baby go ahead where that lil green top you showed me a minute ago" Momma corrected my father and reassured me all in the same breathe "And tell me all about when you come back"

"Okay, Mama" I shouted back digging into my drawer for the mentioned top and jeans that matched.

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Saturday 11am

Terry

A newly required blanket and picnic basket, all I needed to do was wrap the pink peonies Troi let slip were her favorite flowers

A newly required blanket and picnic basket, all I needed to do was wrap the pink peonies Troi let slip were her favorite flowers. Only 1 hour until they meet in Daffin Park for our date. 

I couldn't believe I was nervous, I felt like I was in high school preparing for my first date. I loaded up my Ford F150 to head over to the park to set up

12:30pm

Troi was now sporting a slicked-back ponytail a green knitted top with green resting on her hips. She waved excitedly as she spotted me under the oak tree. I knew she hadn't seen the flowers hiding behind my back.

"Terry I love the picnic basket I didn't know they even made these things anymore." She gushed setting her bag on to the blanket.

Pulling the flower behind my back to present to her

Troi's grin was the best reward as she reached for the bouquet "I love them, I can't believe you remembered"

Helping her to sit down I replied "Of course, I remember everything you tell me" and I did the little glimpse I got into her world was embedded into my memory over the last 5 days.

Troi played with the handle of the picnic basket clearing her throat. "Umm, what's in here to nibble on?"

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Troi

It felt like I was on cloud 9 Sitting with Terry. Crumbling up the wrapper to my Publix sub. I set it into the bag.

"Now Troi answer me this, Is anyone be mad I'm sitting here with you right now?" Terry was leaning back to rest on his forearms as he gazed over at me

"Yeah" I chuckled "My Daddy he doesn't think I should have male friends until I'm 40" recalling my dad's desire to run a background check on him

"You know Pops don't gotta be mad, I ain't trying to be your friend" Terry chuckled darkly

"What? Terry, of course, you're my friend. My Dad is just an ornery old man who's too overprotective" I leaned across the blanket parallel to him.

Terry shifted his upper body so that our shoulders were touching "Troi, I'm trying to be way more than your friend. pretty girl" my senses were invaded by the smell of his cologne and the subtle heat of his shoulder. I couldn't think straight at his admission of more than friends. "Is that okay with you?"

Troi

Nothing Even Matters by D'Angelo and Lauryn Hill poured through the speakers of Terry's lifted-up F150 truck. Pulling into my driveway I couldn't help but pout at the end of my time with Terry coming near.

"Don't you touch that door, pretty girl. I'm coming around"

I took a deep breath to prepare myself for Terry to invade my personal space. I knew I was going to need him to hold on to cause getting out of his truck without falling was dang near impossible.

Terry was over in a flash open the door to reveal his muscular tattooed arm wait to help me out.

His large hands almost covered my waist as he handled me with ease out of the passenger seat. "I had a good time Terry, thank you for the picnic" finally having my feet firmly planted

His hand was still resting on my waist, as he looked down at me closing the small gap that separated us.

"Pretty girl, I should be thanking you. Making my Saturday worthwhile" his hand came up to cup my neck. " you know you never answered me about being more than friends"

My mind completely went blank due to Terry's thumb gently stroking where my ear met my neck.

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Terry

The sound that came from Troi, made my pants uncomfortably tighten. "You gonna be a good girl and use your words Troi?" She nodded her head "Words pretty girl?"

In a breathy whisper Troi finally found her answer "Yes, I wanna be more than your friend too"

I couldn’t help but dip down to kiss her right cheek. "We gonna work on defining that a little more" I took a step back to put a little distance between us before I took it way too far.

Troi surprised me by wrapping her arms around my neck causing me to crouch down so that she wouldn't have to strain on her tippy toes. Her soft lips connected with my cheek returning the display of affection.

"Alright pretty girl, I gotta let you go now before I kidnap you foreal" I reached to open the back seat to hand her the bouquet. Watching Troi walk backwards towards her door I couldn't help but smile. Maybe she is as down bad as I am for her.

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[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Petition for more dally and soda antics pls 😆

OFC! SO sorry it took so long for me to get to this but I love these boy 'n I am HAPPY to provide!! fic under the cut!!

also HUGE shoutout to my LOVELY mutal @thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks for not only being right 100% of the time but also giving me the inspo to be able to write this ILY😭

"Woah, Soda where the hell did you get these?" Soda leans forward on the couch, jarrin' Pony as he rests his head on Soda's knees. Dallas appears in the doorway, brandishin' a pair of cowboys so new they ain't even creased. Pony lets out a wordless whine 'n Soda pats him on the ribs, absently runnin' a hand through his hair as he sits back so Pony can readjust.

"Just bought 'em." Soda grins ear to ear. "I've been fixin' to get 'em for like three paychecks now. Sweet, yeah?" Dallas turns them over in his hand, lets out a low whistle of appreciation. He flips them so he can see the sole, runnin' a finger over the tread.

"Wait, Soda, we're the same size, huh?" Dallas grins, his silver tooth glowin' mischievously in the low living room light. Soda wags a finger at him in a way oddly reminiscent of Darry.

"Oh, nuh-uh. I worked my ass off you are not stealin' my boots, Dallas Winston." Dally drops them back at the door, puts his hand up in mock surrender.

"Woah, woah, woah. No need to get your panties in a twist. A man can't even admire a nice pair a shoes anymore." Dallas plops down on the couch, liftin' Pony's legs from where he's sprawled out 'n droppin' them into his lap.

"Not when that man is a hood like you." Pony tears his eyes away from the TV to smirk at Dallas who promptly pushes the kid off his lap so he falls straight onto the floor. Pony wails indignantly 'n Soda snorts.

"You kinda asked for that one, Pone." Pony's mouth drops open in betrayal 'n he clambers off the floor into Darry's armchair, scowlin' at Dallas 'n Soda in turn.

"Did not. Soda you should be on my side here, Dally uses your closet like a goddamn consignment shop!" Dallas beams a throw pillow at his head 'n Pony yelps 'n dives behind the arm.

"Wait a minute, Pony's got a point."

"Nuh-uh! I do not. I don't have shit of yours but I'll tell you right now those are my jeans." Dallas kicks Soda in the shin 'n Soda squeaks 'n slides further down the couch. He lifts a knee 'n studies them, frownin'. After a moment he pulls his nose down 'n sniffs, coughin' 'n makin' a face.

"I wondered why they smelled like menthols." He sticks out his tongue 'n kicks his feet onto Dally's lap. Dallas rolls his eyes but lets him, grabbin' him by the ankles 'n slidin' him down a little further.

"See, now who's the clothes stealer?" The front door swings open 'n Darry drops his tool belt onto the table, glancin' into the living room to see who was over.

"Hey, boys-" He stops, double takes. "Dallas, is that my shirt?"

...

Soda wakes up the next mornin' 'n Dallas has already managed to worm out of bed. He always was the early riser of the bunch but most days he couldn't pry Soda off of him so he'd just stay until Soda woke up.

He drops his feet to the floor with a yawn 'n listens for the sounds of his brother's in the kitchen. Pony's still snorin' softly in his bed on the opposite side of the room 'n Soda pulls the blanket up a little higher as he passes by.

The TVs on real quiet 'n Steve's layin' back on the couch, eyes mostly closed 'n hair floppin' into his eyes. Soda pauses beside him just long enough to see what's on 'n Steve absently puts a hand up 'n taps Soda in the chest without takin' his eyes off the screen. Neither of them were particularly mornin' people.

"G'mornin', Dar." He flops down at the table 'n Darry slides him a plate of eggs Soda immediately tucks into.

"Mornin' lil buddy." Darry pulls out the chair next to him, flippin' off the stove 'n pickin' up the newspaper. "You've got perfect timin', I was just about to drag you outta bed by your feet."

"It's a skill. Knowin' when the hell to get outta dodge that is." Soda quips around a mouthful of eggs 'n Darry snorts a laugh.

"If that were true, I wouldn't spend most of my afternoons chasin' your ass around." Soda scraps the last bite off the plate, he always inhales his food like it was runnin' away from him, 'n pushes himself up.

"Hey, be fair. You spend most of your afternoons chasin' Pony. Or Dallas." Soda ducks into the laundry room 'n shucks off his sleep shirt, replacin' it with a white tee 'n his DX button-up. "Speak of the devil, where is ol' Dally?" Most mornin's like clockwork Darry 'n Dallas were up at the ass crack of dawn just putsin' around the kitchen.

"He beat it out of here real early. I think Buck has him doin' prep for a race tonight." Soda pops back into the room, grabs a piece of toast off the counter 'n stuffs the whole thing in his mouth.

"Ready Stevie?" Soda sticks his head into the living room 'n Steve drags himself off the couch, reluctantly. "You drivin' Dar?" Darry leans forward over his paper, hurriedly tracin' an article at his fingertips before foldin' it 'n droppin' it on the table.

"Yeah, I'll give you boys a lift." Soda 'n Steve's beater was lovin'ly busted. Again.

"Alrighty." Steve pulls on a pair of sneakers that may have once been Darry's but had since passed through Two-Bit down to Steve. Soda lets him steady himself on his shoulder, reaches for his boots twice 'n misses them before he actually looks down.

They're not there. Soda blinks at the space he left them last night. Pokes back into the living room. Hell, he slides down the hall in his socks 'n checks his 'n Pony's room. "Soda, buddy, y'all are gonna be late."

"Do you know where my cowboys are, Dar?" Soda shouts, forgettin' Pony's still curled up asleep. He stirs 'n Soda cringes.

"You left 'em by the door, honey," Darry calls back. Soda sprints back down to the kitchen, slippin' a bit. The pile of shoes is notably missin' Soda's, still.

Oh. Wait a goddamn minute. "Dallas!"

...

"Hey Dar, what's for dinner I'm starvin'-" Before Dallas even makes it all the way into the house he's flat on his back. Soda streakin' from the living room to throw his entire weight on Dallas' chest. All the air leaves Dallas in a whoosh 'n he hits the kitchen tile hard. Soda pins him down with his knees pressin' into Dally's upturned palms.

"You asshole you took my goddamn boots!" Dallas grins up at him, brings a knee up 'n shoves into Soda's chest, easily pushin' him off. Soda scrambles for him again 'n Dallas grabs him by the shoulders, wrestlin' 'n rollin' around on the floor.

Soda manages to sit down hard on Dally's chest 'n start to wrestle his boots off Dallas' feet. Dally thrashes around 'n when Soda doesn't get up he grabs a handful of Soda's wild blonde hair 'n yanks just hard enough to pull him off balance. Soda yowls 'n apparently that was too much in poor form for Darry.

He sighs 'n lowers the simmer on the stove, reachin' over 'n easily pullin' the two apart, givin' them both a firm shake before droppin' 'em again.

Soda shoots him a glare 'n Dallas grins wide 'n snorts a laugh. Soda manages to hold onto his scowl for a moment more before he hoots a laugh 'n suddenly they're rollin' around again, laughin'.

"Take my goddamn shoes off you little thief!" Soda grabs Dallas by the ankle 'n pulls the boot off in one swift motion. Dallas doesn't fight him but he sure as hell doesn't help him.

"Who're you callin' theif? If anythin' I'm a victim brutally attacked in my own home!" Dallas flops back on the tile 'n Soda hits him in the stomach with the heel of the boot.

"My house 'n my shoes, asshole." Soda snickers 'n clambers off the floor, offerin' Dallas a hand 'n haulin' him up.

"For now." Dallas wiggles his eyebrows 'n Soda knocks him in the side.

"Oh, you're on." Darry lets out an almighty sigh. Those three words never bode well for his sanity.

...

The cowboys have made the rounds about eight times back 'n forth when the hat gets involved. Dallas swears he got it by legal means 'n no one really believes him. 'N the problem really should have worked it out here, tradin' one for the other. But it's never that simple.

"Dally, lemme see your hat." It's one of those brown suedes with the fancy stitchin' around where the brim meets. One of those real expensive ones.

"You can see it just fine from there." Soda's been in possession of the boots for three days by means of sleepin' with 'em. Not on. Wrapped up in his arms like a goddamn baby. So it was safe to say any generosity has gone straight out of Dallas.

Two appears behind him, snatchin' it off his head 'n tossin' it across the room to Soda. Dallas socks him a good one in the ribs 'n dives across Pony to grab it back. Johnny's at Pony's feet 'n he flattens himself against Pony's calves 'n duckin' as Dallas climbs onto the sofa.

Soda holds it above his head, reachin' as far as he can. He's sittin' on his boots like he's takin' to doin' since Darry won't let them wear shoes in the house 'n Soda refuses to let them out of his line of sight for even a second. Dallas goes for the boots 'n Soda makes the snap decision to drop his arm to bat Dallas away. Dally grins smugly 'n takes the chance to snatch the hat back.

"Oh, no way. You're not sharin' 'n neither am I." He plunks the hat down again 'n wedges himself on the opposite side of Pony who was still whinin' at bein' climbed over.

"Glory, no brotherly love from that one." Soda howls 'n Dallas flips him off.

"You first." Soda sticks his tongue out 'n Dallas makes a face.

"Well, you gotta go to sleep sometime." Soda settles back down, slings around Pony. Just his eyes are visible above Pony's mop of hair, shinin' mischievously.

"I'd like to see you try."

...

Turns out a hat is significantly harder to sleep in. 'N far easier to steal.

...

Soda wakes up on a Saturday mornin' 'n immediately knows somethin' is wrong. He realizes three things at the same time. One, the boots he fell asleep with are no longer on his feet. Two, the hat he had pressed to his chest is likewise gone. Three, the screen door is bang-in' shut 'n Dallas' laugh is peelin' down the street.

"Asshole!" Soda doesn't bother to put on his shoes or nothin', just rips outside after Dallas. Dally's got one hand pressin' the hat down as he sprints 'n the other clutchin' at least two of Soda's shirts. One guess what the ass has got on his feet.

His blonde hair is blowin' away from his neck 'n he's howlin' laughter into the early mornin' chill.

Soda catches up with him easily, the boots slowin' him down. He throws himself onto Dallas, both of them rollin' into the grass head over heels.

"C'mere you bitch!" Soda wrestles him to the ground 'n Dallas grabs him by his shoulder, grins, 'n easily tosses him head-first over him so Soda lands on his back.

"Gotta be faster than that, huh man?" Dallas clambers to his feet, scramblin' around for the hat that fell off in the scuffle. Soda howls 'n sits up.

"Oh, I'll show you faster!" Soda kicks him in the back of the knee 'n Dallas goes down again. "Hood, stop takin' my shit!" Soda grabs Dally by the hair 'n pulls 'n Dallas wails, reels around, 'n kicks Soda in the front of the thigh.

"Who're you callin' hood you hog!" Soda yelps 'n dives on Dallas again.

"It's not hoggin' if I bought it!" Dallas slaps a zinger to Soda's bare upper arm 'n Soda yips 'n rubs at it like Dallas shot him. "Oh you asked for it now." He hollers a laugh 'n lunges for Dallas.

Niether of them are sure how long they're wrestlin' around in the dew before Darry shows, manhandlin' 'em apart, chests heavin', mouths bleedin', pantin' hard, 'n grinnin' around split lips. "Glory God almighty what the hell is wrong with you two?"

"Well?"

Dallas' got one boot on, Soda's shirt is half ripped off, both are covered in grass stains, hair mussed, the hat is somewhere lost in the high grass, the second boot with it, Soda's got a bite mark on his finger (but that was his fault for puttin' it over Dally's mouth) 'n Dallas is missin' a handful of hair. Both their ribs ache as much from laughter as from the ill placed punch.

Both Soda 'n Dallas point fingers at each other. "He started it!"

[naivds]

just a friendly reminder that me and madoka love you guys and hope you're all doing well tonight !

[asterdeer]

spent 80% of my day making the pain-in-the-ass squares for my ace jon quilt and consequently my body is 80% pain now

[jettison-my-gift]

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[watery-melon-baller]

Lads i have Fucked Up Big Time

[pyrriax]

ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think 🙏

[varilien]

Do not freak out BUT....

I absolutely adore your Vash and his hcs and you're honestly in the top section of my tier list for trigun artists 🥺

I'm absolutely also a sucker for how pretty vash is, have you ever seen a man so pretty?? No I have not and wolfie is blessed everyday by waking up to him 🙏

ANYWAY I JUST REALLY LOVE YOUR VASH AND YOUR HCS FOR HIM ARE SOMETHING I THINK ABOUT TOO....

YAAAAAY IM SO GLAD U ENJOY!!!!!

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

My face got sunburned enough today that when I scratch an itch my fingers leave a white line for like three minutes afterwards 😬