#they're still oblivious idiots but they'll get there

[gloomwitchwrites]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader - Coworker AU

Content & Warnings: Coworker AU, Halloween Store AU, friends with benefits, oral sex (male & female receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, friends to eventual lovers, free use, overstimulation

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: For Kinktober 2024 (Free Use)

While working at a Halloween store, you make an agreement with your coworker, Kyle Garrick: free use of your body for covering shifts.

ao3 // main masterlist // kinktober 2024 masterlist

"Another shift? I'm starting to think you're only working here for my cock."

"Kyle Garrick," you hiss, smacking his arm.

Laughing, Kyle grabs your wrist, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “The deal still stands.

"I'm fully aware of the deal," you mutter with a smile, removing your hand from his grasp.

"Any place. Any time."

"I know."

Kyle grins and aggressively clicks the end of his pen until you roll your eyes. "Just do it you big idiot," you mutter.

Putting pen to paper, Kyle scratches out your scheduled time and moves the shift elsewhere.

This time, he clicks the end of the pen once. "Behind the changing rooms."

"Now?"

Kyle tilts his head to the side, a sly smirk on his face. Of course, now. He doesn't mean later. He never means later.

Within five minutes, you're leaning over a stack of delivery boxes with Kyle deep inside you.

All around you is the overflow of popular items. Couples have been coming in exclusively to purchase Scream masks, and it seems that every child that walks in with their parents wants to be a superhero. You're surrounded by masks, fake weapons, and numerous packaged costumes for every age.

You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle every rush of air that threatens to escape your lungs. Kyle's muted grunts are slowly turning into groans.

"Fucking hell, love,” he mutters, his thrusts quicken pace. The boxes beneath you shake and shift. They'll topple over, taking you with them if he isn't careful. Kyle exhales, his hips grinding against yours, holding there as his cum floods your pussy.

This is the agreement. The arrangement.

When you need a shift moved or covered, Kyle will happily do it. But he has free use of your body whenever he wants and at any time.

Kyle gently thrusts, pushing his cum deeper into you.

"We need to go back," you groan, attempting to catch your breath. "There's probably an insane line at the register."

Kyle chuckles. "There wasn't a soul in the store when we came back here."

You glance over your shoulder and scowl. "How long have we been gone?"

With a brief squeeze of your ass, Kyle eases his softening cock from your body. His cum follows him.

As you stand to adjust your clothes, Kyle's arms embrace you.

He kisses the top of your head. "Don't worry your pretty little head over it."

You groan and shove at him. "You're insufferable."

"But you like me," he teases as the two of you exit the small storage space, grabbing a box on the way out.

"On your knees."

You turn and almost scream.

Kyle is standing right behind you wearing one of those goddamn Scream masks. It's one of the red ones with horns.

"What are you doing? You scared me."

You're standing behind the counter at the very back of the store. The only customers are near the front, browsing and oblivious to your work in the back. Most don't even realize they can make a purchase back there.

"On your knees."

You blink. "The cameras, Kyle."

"They're off."

You cross your arms over your chest. "How did you—"

"I have my ways." He nods toward the floor. "On your knees."

You promptly fall. The counter is high enough to obscure at a distance but not if someone walks directly up to it. But you made an agreement with Kyle. If he tells you to get on your knees, you do it.

You present your mouth, and Kyle reaches for the front of his jeans. He opens them up, and then you take him into your mouth. With his hand on the back of your head, you suck and tease, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him all the way to the base.

Kyle starts to groan, and then clears his throat, head on a swivel as he watches the store. You keep at it, finding your own pleasure in the task of pleasing him. The mask certainly doesn't harm. You understand why it's so popular now.

One moment you're throating him, and the next you're pressed against the counter, Kyle quickly adjusting to lean forward, blocking any view of you. He pushes the mask up to reveal his face, grinning widely at whoever is standing there.

"How can I help you?" he asks, voice charming and smooth with zero indication that his cock is down your throat.

Inwardly grinning, you continue to suck him off. This is what he wanted after all. Why not give it to him?

"I'm looking for this," comes a woman's voice.

Kyle leans forward a bit like he's peering at a phone. "Those are in stock. Just over there."

"Over where?"

You take him down to the hilt and his hips jerk in response. "Front of the store. Left-hand side. Second row." He chokes on the last two words, barely getting them out.

You hear footsteps moving away, and then Kyle is glancing down at you, shaking his head softly.

"Swallow," he whispers. "Do it."

As he says it, his release hits your tongue. Relaxing your throat, you allow the cum to slide down as much as possible before you swallow the rest. When every drop is down your throat, he pops his cock from your mouth.

His pants are buttoned and back into place in seconds. You start to get up but his hand lands on your head, pushing you back down.

"Ready to check out?"

"Yes."

"I'll meet you up front."

You watch him go from your spot on the floor. You wait a full minute before checking to make sure it's clear.

"I—I can't. Kyle. Please."

The customers are gone. The registers have been counted. The front doors are locked and all the lights are off. Except one. The one on the desk in the back office.

That lamp is on, casting a soft glow over your naked body. Kyle kneels between your spread legs. All you can see are his eyes. His mouth is busy with other things.

A swipe of his tongue and you're gone. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you moan loudly, fingers clinging to the edge of the desk. You're supposed to be in your car, driving home. Instead, Kyle is giving you your third orgasm.

"One more," he murmurs against your sex. "One more."

You can't do one more. You really can't.

There are a few second reprieve before Kyle returns to his work. Every limb is shaking, overstimulation thudding through you so hard it's bordering on pain. You finish quick and loud, screaming out into the tiny room.

Kyle is standing and sliding into you within a few brief moments. The old desk creaks under the sharp thrusting. Kyle has one hand on your inner thigh, keeping you wide while the other rests firmly next to your shoulder. He leans over you, panting just as hard as you are.

Kyle's eyes are heavy-lidded with lust. "Feel so good," he groans.

Pushing up onto one elbow, you reach out for him, hand grasping the back of his neck. Kyle grins as you tug, closing the distance. His lips meet yours and it is perfect bliss.

"Finish inside me,” you sigh. “I want to feel you."

Your little admission does something to him. Kyle's groan softens to a sound you've never heard from him before. He kisses you again, and there is deep possession in it.

The two of you might have an agreement. It's the same agreement you’ve had with him last year and the year before. In between the stores closure and opening, there are flirty texts and occasional fucks but nothing serious. Nothing that feels like...whatever the fuck this is.

With a loud groan, Kyle grinds his hips forward, sealing your bodies together. His lips part, and you dip your tongue inside to taste him. Together, your connected bodies feel as one. There is no beginning or end here. There is only simple knowledge of pleasure.

Kyle returns your kisses. Each softer than the last. His arms circle to your waist and then lift, bringing you to an upright position. Dragging you to the edge of the desk, Kyle keeps himself firmly inside you, as if unwilling to part just yet.

He goes in for another kiss. This one on your lips. The next, your cheek.

"Need another shift covered?" he asks.

His heat is nice. Comforting. "Not at the moment."

"Pity," he croons, seeking yet another.

This time it deepens, becoming hot and heavy all over again.

"We don't have to do this, Kyle."

He presses his lips to your exposed shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"We could just...do this. We don't have to do all the other stuff."

"All the other stuff?" he grins.

You punch his shoulder and his smile only widens. "You interested in that, love? In me?" There is a hint of hope in his voice.

"What if I am?" you counter, matching his smile.

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[wileys-russo]

well we know how Alessia is clumsy right? Imagine if the reader is just as bad if not worse, the two of them are a right mess when near one another. And her and Alessia are both so oblivious to their feelings for each other that the team just have to deal with these two lovestruck clumsy idiots who tip toe around their feelings until eventually something pushes them to realise and confess

bambi II a.russo

"oh less is finally here." niamh nodded over your shoulder as you choked on your mouthful of cereal, maya smacking you on the back with a concerned look as you gasped to catch your breath.

"oh god not this again." your best friend groaned knowingly as you spat out the soggy mouthful of weetbix and downed your glass of juice. "and what's that supposed to mean?" you looked at her with a frown as niamh sighed dramatically.

"you become a walking hazard around that girl. you're clumsy enough on a regular day i don't need to be worrying about you falling down a flight of stairs and breaking your arm when she sends you a smile!" niamh rolled her eyes as you flipped her off.

"you've had a crush on her for years now, why don't you just ask her out bambi?" maya asked as she took a bite of toast and you shushed her, smacking at her shoulder for the nickname you had always detested.

"i do not! you're both deluded and i wish you'd drop this. you bring it up every camp, we've been friends for years. just friends!" you huffed in annoyance, grabbing your empty plate and standing to your feet.

however what you'd failed to notice was alessia and ella making their way over toward the table, and as you turned with the intention of a dramatic storm off you felt your body collide suddenly with someone else's.

with a grunt you fell on top of them, face flushing red with embarrassment as your eyes met those oh so familiar blue ones, alessia's own cheeks tinted pink. "hi less! i'm so sorry." you squeaked out and apologized, hastily rolling off of her and getting to your feet, helping the taller girl up.

"you know if i knew that you missed me so much i'd have come said hi sooner." alessia sent you a smile which you reciprocated, the blonde wrapping you in a tight hug hello before sitting down and greeting the rest of your friends.

ignoring niamh and maya's smirks you hurried off to get ready for training, the two girls covering up their laughs with their hands as you tripped over a chair leg and almost hit the deck again before mary hastily grabbed the back of your jumper, saving you from further embarrassment.

"let me guess, just saw alessia?" "oh shut up mary."

~

"i saw you went to italy over the break, how was it?" you asked with a soft smile as you walked back to the change rooms beside alessia, the two of you having been paired up for the last drill of the day.

"it was lovely thank you, and so sunny! i miss it already i can feel my tan slipping away with every second." the blonde groaned pulling back the sleeve of her jumper with a pout, poking at her still very tanned skin.

"yeah clearly you're looking like a vampire!" you rolled your eyes playfully, knocking your shoulder into hers gently. alessia attempted to bump you back but being just as clumsy as you of course she miscalculated.

alessia missed you entirely, suddenly falling sideways and onto the pitch with a grunt, grabbing out at you to steady herself but accidentally just taking you down with her.

"and there she goes! the bigger they are the harder they fall." ella clapped sarcastically as niamh hurried over to help you up and millie hoisted alessia to her feet, the blonde striker apologizing profusely before speed walking away with a shake of her head, ella racing off after her.

"do you think they'll ever realise they're in love with one another?" millie slung an arm over niamhs shoulder as the two watched you head off toward the change room, both girls playing with you at chelsea knew you better than you knew yourself it would seem.

"god i hope so. we need them both unbroken for the qualifiers next week and if they keep up this way they'll be getting together in an ambulance!"

~

"y/l/n you're up!" the training staff called for your turn for testing, one of the last of the day as the rest of the girls sat on the sidelines chugging their waters.

with a determined nod you zoned in, acing the first few activities without any issues. only when you glanced over to the side and noticed alessia watching you intently you panicked, miss stepping and slipping on the ball at your feet you fell to the floor mid run, taking down several mannequins with you as you squealed and landed on your back with a thud.

your cheeks burnt scarlet as you heard the laughter from the sidelines instantly at your blunder, burying your face in your hands with a sigh. "come on, up you get now." you peeked out from your fingers seeing your captains grinning face staring down at you as she extended her hand.

"now mate i've seen you do some impressive falls over the years but that one, that one took the cake." leah hauled you up to your feet and patted you on the back with a laugh as you groaned in embarrassment.

"don't remind me i'm never gonna live this down."

~

"less just tell her you like her man! i don't get it." ella whispered to alessia as the two stood in line awaiting their turn to grab lunch. "shut up tooney! i do not." alessia hissed, shoving the shorter girl as she glanced around frantically, sighing in relief not seeing you anywhere within earshot.

"whatever you sayyy." ella sung out with a tut, holding her plate out eagerly as the two of them chatted with the chefs. "god that smells good!" alessia dropped her plate with a loud smash as you appeared beside her, stumbling backwards into ella and knocking her own plate down to the ground as well with her elbow.

"aw less come on!" ella groaned loudly in annoyance dragging her hands down her face, the tips of the italians ears flushing bright red as she apologised over and over to the staff who hurried to clean everything up.

"good thing you're not a goalkeeper with those hands." you joked, nudging her lightly with a soft smile trying to ease her obvious embarassment, alessia mumbling something inaudible before running off to change out of her now food stained training kit.

~

entering the change room you swore as you slipped on someones stray boot, not paying attention to where you were going, only just catching yourself from falling as the teasings exploded around you.

"i think we need to wrap you in bubble wrap bambi." millie chuckled as you sat down beside her at your locker, ignoring the comment with a roll of your eyes as you started to change into your own boots.

taking your time most of the team had filtered out for training, and you were so zoned out of it you didn't even hear alessia sit down by you at her own locker focused on plaiting her hair.

you jumped a little as she dropped her brush and it cluttered to the floor beside you, knocking you out of your trance as you tied up your laces and reached out to grab her brush.

"here less-" you straightened as the blonde bent down to grab the brush herself, causing her forehead to smash into your nose quite suddenly.

you let out a groan of pain and clutched at your face, dropping alessia's brush to the ground again as the strikers features paled in concern, her hands settling themselves gently either side of your face.

"oh my god i am so so sorry! are you okay?" "yeah...but i think you broke my nose."

~

"i seem to see the two of you so often i'm considering naming one of the benches in your honour." richard the head doctor chuckled as he opened the door, your stomach fluttering as alessia guided you inside with her hand on the small of your back, not having left your side since everything happened.

"whats happened here then?" the man sighed, gesturing you take a seat up on the table as he grabbed out some wipes, starting to clean the dried blood from around your nose as you grimaced in pain, alessia's stomach lurching with guilt as you recounted what had happened.

her cheeks flushed red as you hastily reached out to grab her hand, squeezing tightly as richard gently poked and prodded at your tender nose.

the blonde shook her head trying to ignore the tingling sensation at your fingers being interlocked with yours.

"well the good news is it isn't broken! just a little swollen." richard explained with a smile as alessia let out a sigh of relief where she was stood beside you. "certainly feels like its broken." you pouted as you poked gingerly at your face.

"but it means no playing for two weeks, minimum. one bad knock and you'll break it properly, which would mean a minimum six weeks out." he announced and your body instantly deflated, knowing that meant you'd not be fit for squad selection for the upcoming national games.

"god i'm so sorry." alessia winced and you felt her gaze pierce into the side of your head but you couldn't bring yourself to meet it, nodding at richards words and sliding off the table, dropping the strikers hand.

"thanks rich, i'll go speak with sarina." you shot him a small smile and shuffled toward the door once he'd given you an icepack and some further instructions of aftercare, alessia following after you. she stayed by your side, head racing with thoughts but remaining silent, too overwhelmed to even voice what she was thinking.

"hey, you know i'm not mad at you right?" you paused, turning to look at her with a small but reassuring smile. "no you have every right to be, i'm so so sorry." the blonde stammered out, breath hitching as you grabbed her hands in yours and squeezed softly.

"but i'm not, it was an accident. they don't call me bambi for nothing, niamh's not wrong when she says im like a walking wet floor sign; always warning everyone of the hazard thats yet to come." you joked lightly, causing the taller girl to crack a small smile.

"don't blame yourself, please. just score a few goals and help us win to make it up to me!" you smiled before dropping her hands and veering right, intending to go and find your manager.

"what about i take you to dinner instead?"

your body froze at her words, alessia nervously fiddling with her hands, almost in shock at the words that had left her mouth.

"let me take you to dinner. please, to make up for it." the blonde steadied herself and spoke with much more confidence than she was really feeling.

"like a....date?" you asked cautiously, aware that these three words could make or break everything.

"yeah, exactly like a date."

[creepy-spooghetti]

Heya dear fella! ^^

I was wondering... What about some platonic Hcs for BEN, Jeff, Helen and Toby (Sepparetly) with an early teen fem!reader (like 12-13 years old)?

Like- The reader is just this sweet, kind, caring child who is always trying her best to make people happy always with a smile on her face and make sure their okay (that goes for physical and mental) but is always the one everyone forgets about, the one that's always left out, the one that always fades into the oblivion.

And so one night (at likely 2 am) the creep in question just finds her sitting on the sofa and he, kinda shocked, asks her "hey, you 'kay?"

And then the reader just looks at him with a confused expresion until she starts crying and shaking her head no while saying "I never was!"

This is my kinda prompt :D

Thank you for requesting!!

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BEN

In all honesty, this dude can be pretty oblivious to what's going on around him, especially when it comes down to peoples' feelings. So he genuinely took your blitheful front at face value and assumed you were alright! How could you not be? You seemed so happy all the time!

However, these false conclusions came crumbling down when he spotted you alone in the living room, sporting a blank expression as you stared at what was seemingly nothing. It was a concerning sight, to say the least. So he laid down the food he'd just raided from the refrigerator and walked closer, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Uhh...Y/n? A-are you, like...okay?"

The response he got was certainly not one he was expecting, and it took him greatly off-guard. He was not good at dealing with this sorta stuff, and the way his body stiffened significantly was proof enough of that.

Still, he wasn't about to leave. That would just be immoral. So he took a seat on the coffee table in front of you and tilted his head, letting you ramble on about how no one seemed to care about you even though you made it your #1 goal to ensure everyone else felt heard and accounted for. He held his hand up to halt your words and offered a sincere grin. "Hold up, hold up. I care about you. That counts for something, right?"

Jeff

He figured after seeing you around for a while that something had to be up with you. After all, nobody can be that happy 24/7. But you had never made any effort to signify that you wanted someone to acknowledge the potential struggles you had, so he kinda just shrugged it off with the thought, "if she needed comfort or something, she'd go to someone about it".

This theory of his backfired when he saw you looking so lost and saddened on the sofa, and it honestly startled him; what could have happened that made you so...gloomy? He had just returned from a mission, so his hoodie was coated with patches of fresh blood and his hair was messy, but he figured taking a shower could wait.

Hesitantly, he approached, raising a worried brow. "Y/n, hey. You good?" The glance that he received for that question made his stomach tense, and before he could really process it, you just started to cry, burying your face in your hands and explaining through tears how you felt ignored and insignificant. He blinked in confusion but sat down beside you nonetheless, resting his arms on his knees and leaning forward to get a look at your expression. His voice softened a bit.

"...Has this been happening for a while?" When you nodded, he huffed in contemplation, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Ya know, if you wanted help, you could've just asked. I know this place is chaotic, but bearing a burden like this alone is just not ideal. You gotta let people know how you feel. Otherwise they'll probably never catch on. They're all idiots."

You sniffled, and he gently patted your back, lacing a lighter tone into his words. "Feel free to come to me, okay? I know I can be an asshole but I promise I won't give you a hard time about it."

Helen

Like Ben, he's a bit unaware of what people are feeling, but only because he's always so lost in thought. From the way you carried yourself all the time, he was almost jealous of you. Why couldn't he be that content with his life? What was he doing wrong to prevent that?

He just kinda shut down for a few seconds when he noticed you on the couch, appearing solemn. What was he supposed to do? He's not a 'people person' by any means, and even so, the two of you were never very close. Then he thought back to that time he was being tormented by Johnny and you stood up for him, and a decision was made.

Hesitantly, he willed himself to walk over and sit a couple of feet away from you, staring at the floor and speaking in a low voice. "Are you...alright?"

"No. I haven't been. Not for a long time." It was difficult to comprehend, as you had never once acted miserable in the past, but here he was, and here you were, experiencing it. He listened unsurely to your venting without interruption, and when you tapered into a sob-brimmed silence, he took it as his cue to - albeit reluctantly - place a hand on your upper back and provide words of attempted consolation.

"...Sorry you've had to deal with that. If you want to...you can come up to my room and we can sketch or something? I have some extra supplies you can use. Just to...get your mind off of everything."

Toby

Toby is no stranger to feeling lonely or disregarded, except he never purposefully convinced people that he was 'okay'. He knew that you weren't what you seemed, however, and though he never attempted to further confirm this (he has his own troubles to worry about, after all), he still watched closely on occasion, as he's a naturally observant person.

Seeing you on the couch in the middle of the night rose questions within him, and he didn't put much thought behind the matter before stepping over and speaking with a muted voice. "What's wrong with you?"

"Everything," is what you mumbled after several moments, and he leaned away in mild alarm when you started crying. This was certainly a concerning thing to witness. Still, instinct kicked in, and he sat down close by your side, brushing some hair out of your face.

He didn't say anything, as he was never very skilled with verbal comfort, but when he realized that your emotional breakdown might last a while, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, expecting to be pushed away, but you only reciprocated.

And like that, you stayed, until you settled down enough to uphold a conversation. Then he opened his mouth. "Hey... Jane and I are getting together tomorrow to play chess. Wanna join us?"

[steventhusiast]

@steddie-week day 5: established relationship

<- day four

--

"you think we're gonna get outta this anytime soon?"

steve looks over from where he’s helplessly watching the kids of the party bring all of their movie night supplies into his living room to see eddie looking at him with a somewhat desperate expression on his face.

before the kids arrived, they'd been having a date night. they'd already eaten dinner, and steve was just about to put his hand down eddie's pants to get to work on dessert when dustin literally threw open the door to his parents' house. so.

sure, he and eddie had practically jumped to opposite sides of the couch immediately at the kids' entry, but still. close call to traumatising the kids, and wouldn't that be a way for them to find out about them.

"something's telling me no, eds." he sighs, and leans back into the couch.

the kids don't even know about their relationship, so he can't be too mad at them for crashing his hot date.

"steve! come on man i wanna watch the goonies!" dustin whines from where he's dumping a backpack's load of snacks onto the coffee table.

steve's not really sure what he's supposed to be helping the kids with. they hadn't offered much of an explanation when they came barrelling in, except for a lot of talking over each other about how they have to watch the goonies at steve's because steve's the only one with a decent tv. it's steve's fault for forgetting to lock the front door, he guesses.

"steve!" dustin complains again, and steve decides maybe he can be a little pissed at the kids for unknowingly interrupting.

"henderson, do you ever think about how i too have my own life and plans so you can't just barge in here whenever and take over my tv?" he asks, letting his head drop onto the back of the couch to look at the ceiling in dismay.

he had been so close to such a good night with eddie. like, one handcuff-themed belt away.

"clearly you don't have a life, steve, because it's a saturday night and you're here with eddie instead of out on a date like you would've been six months ago." max retorts easily, and steve whips around to glare at her.

"you wound me, red. why is hanging out with me such a low point to you?" eddie gasps from the other side of the couch, one hand dramatically clutching at his chest. max rolls her eyes at the display, and steve lets a little grin take over his face.

oh, he can have a little fun here.

he and eddie have been talking about telling the kids soon. they're a good group, and seeing the world almost end four times really puts things into perspective when it comes to primitive controversies like sexuality, so they both know they'll be safe.

before tonight, the plan had been to tell them in a few weeks at the next byers-hopper gathering, because if steve's being completely honest with himself.. sneaking around and giggling to themselves as they make out in a bathroom, or a garage, or on someone's back porch, is fun.

before he speaks, he makes eye contact with eddie across the couch, and raises one eyebrow. he doesn't think eddie quite gets what he's about to do, but steve knows he'll be okay with it.

"who's to say i wasn't on a hot date before you guys barged in?" he crosses his arms over his chest to accentuate his words, and the kids all pause their chaos for a second to look over at him with incredulous expressions.

eddie's expression, meanwhile, has morphed from a confused frown to a slightly wide eyed grin. the manic look in his eyes as he watches the kids in glee tells steve enough about eddie being okay with what he's about to do.

"you really made eddie third wheel one of your dates?" dustin asks like the oblivious idiot he is.

steve levels dustin with a very unimpressed look, and pointedly shuffles across the couch until he's next to eddie again.

"i wouldn't say i was third wheeling, would you big boy?" eddie asks with a smile, and steve glances around the room at the still paused kids to see them all processing his words.

eventually, they all kind of shrug and nod to themselves, as if that makes sense after some retrospection.

"well, now i feel bad." lucas says after a couple seconds.

"i don't. shitheads did this to themselves." dustin grumbles, and reaches forward to the snack-filled coffee table to grab a candy bar.

"so what were you doing on your date before we interrupted? you were literally sitting on opposite sides of the couch." max asks, eyes narrowed at the two.

"do you really want the answer to that." steve doesn't even say it like it's a question. max's face immediately scrunches up in disgust.

"you guys are gross!" mike finally pipes up at that, and steve's heart drops a bit for a second before he sees him with his eyes screwed shut, and then mike continues to explain "it's like visualising my parents- UGH!"

"maybe we should go." lucas offers, and all the kids but dustin are quick to agree.

"but- my snacks!" he whines, but lucas just grabs dustin's arm in one hand and his backpack in the other.

"our snacks now, henderson. that's the payment for ruining our date night." eddie declares, and dustin narrows his eyes at the pair but lets himself get dragged out of the house.

"bye eddie! bye steve!" the kids all yell as they leave steve's house again.

steve and eddie stay where they are, thighs pressed together as they sit on the couch, for a few seconds. eventually, eddie throws a glance over his shoulder at the window.

"do you think they actually left, or are we about to traumatise them?" he asks, voice casual even as his eyes flicker down to steve's lips.

steve grins at him, and holds eddie's chin in one hand, lets the other settle on his thigh.

"that is up to them." he says softly, and then leans in.

they end up giggling through their kiss as they hear a group of shrieks from somewhere outside steve's window.

--

-> day six

[snootlestheangel]

SoapGaz

*cracks knuckles* They're definitely idiots to lovers but as in they're idiots and they become lovers, not as in "oblivious to the other's extreme attraction until a climatic moment"

Who was the one to propose? I want it to be Soap so badly but also think it'd be very on brand for them/their relationship if Gaz also proposed. I'm talking like the Spiderman meme where they point at each other when they realize and then they laugh and neither can even say yes, they try to kiss but they're both still laughing too hard. It's just such a beautiful mental image that I have right now :')

Who stressed more over wedding planning? Gaz. Gaz a thousand times over. Soap is experienced with weddings and wedding planning (he has so many in-law siblings and almost all of his cousins his age/older are married.) but Gaz doesn't have any experience with even being at a wedding, much less planning his own.

Who decorated the house? Gaz. He's got style and taste, but he a hundred percent uses a lot of Soap's artwork :)

Who does the cooking? Soap. He was taught and raised well by such a large family that food was just a staple of his upbringing.

Who is more organized? Hot take? Soap is the more organized one. He's a demo expert, yes, but those things are fucking dangerous! He may not be cleaner necessarily, but he knows certain things CANNOT mix, and he got so into the habit of putting things into separate categories that it just carried over into civilian living.

Who suggested kids first? Soap, jokingly. But in terms of who was serious when suggesting it? Gaz. Soap had made a comment about "what if we had one?" while at a MacTavish family event and pointing at a little niece/nephew of his as a joke. Gaz had to play along with it but internally he was flipping out. He brings up the conversation of kids as a serious topic a few weeks later.

Who's the cuddler? Both are very physically affectionate. But in terms of 'must be touching you at all times?' it's Gaz. Soap runs hot I feel like, so especially at night he doesn't really want cuddles but Gaz is like "too bad you're stuck with me >:) "

Who's big spoon/little spoon? Gaz is big spoon at night, but during the day when cuddling on the couch or something it's Soap

What's their favorite non-sexual activity? Museum dates. Gaz is such a little nerd and Soap loves art. Museum dates are perfect for them, cause it's something calm and beautiful, there's an opportunity for Gaz to get a new book or something, and for a desert afterwards.

Who comes home drunk at 3am? I wanna say Soap. He's just such a golden retriever that if a bunch of their friends are hanging out at bars, he's right there with them. Gaz is there, too, but he doesn't usually drink to drunkenness like Soap does.

Who kills the spiders? Gaz. It's not that Soap is afraid of them but he argues that it's best if he and the spider remain on opposite sides of the room. Gaz doesn't give a flying fuck

Who falls asleep first? Depends. If it's during a late-night movie in their flat, it's Soap. Gaz gets too invested in every movie they watch so he can never fall asleep first. But if it's right when they go to bed, it's usually Gaz cause Soap needs to do something like doodle/journal for a bit to calm his mind before he can.

A headcanon: Trying to decide if I want to keep this SFW or just go the nasty route... I'll keep it safe for now. They do pretty much everything together, especially on base. They just love each other's company so much and both thrive off social interaction so it's like a win-win. They'll workout together, they eat together, they go grocery shopping together. They're such an iconic duo it's hard to ignore the fact they're together. ALSO, I fully believe Soap is just whipped for Gaz's smile/laugh (aren't we all?) that he does everything in his power to see it/hear him laugh. Even if Gaz's 'laugh' is just a bunch of wheezing punctuated by laughing sounds, Soap still finds it so beautiful. Anything he can do to make Gaz smile/laugh was worth doing

Do they have any rituals? Gaz is the one with the most rituals, so to speak. He's got a whole skin care routine (that he dragged Soap into), he's got some pretty good oral hygiene. Soap has a whole morning ritual that is far too complicated for Gaz's understanding. It's about how he makes his coffee and it's one of the most bizarre things Gaz has ever witnessed.

Who has the most patience? Probably Gaz. Even though, in the field, they're both patient (they're both snipers and Soap is a demo man, both roles require a lot of physical patience), Soap is pretty short-tempered when it comes to most other things. Like, physically, he's patiently waiting for something, but when you listen to him talking to Gaz, it's just complaining about how bored/impatient he is. It takes a lot to get Gaz genuinely angry at something, which is not to say he's going from 0-100 in these instances. He's definitely showing he's annoyed at everything, but whether he actually acts on it or not is the determining factor of his patience.

A gif that describes their relationship: I actually really like this one. It's just *sighs* I don't know but it's SoapGaz in my heart

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

I'm gonna preface this by saying this probably won't make sense and I'm just rambling about NE ships

I dunno what it is but NE ships are just so-

Like there's something sbput them. Something about the "I'll never admit I love you in any traditional way. You're the stupidest person I've met. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. Just say the word"

Mass and Virginia! It's about the centuries of pining and drama and "Maybe he would love me if I wasn't me" And he already does! Mutual love they think isn't because of how differently they show love. Eventually realizing their different ways, and it dawning on them that yeah that idiots in love with them too. It's all the hardships and heartbreak and coming out the other side changed, but still in love. A quiet kind of love that was friends first.

Mass and York! They're literally so in love all the time. It's loud! Explosive! They'd kill for eachother. They'd rip out their own tongues before admitting it. Mass told him once "Nobody gets to kill you but me" And maybe it was taken as a threat but I can't stop thinking about the underlying "I will protect you. Please don't die". It's about the late night sessions, after one of them (York) has stumbled in drunken and bruised, and the other (Mass) Plays doctor and patches him up, and pretends theor heart doesn't ache that this is the closest they'll let eachother be. It and NY/NY it's about finally giving up being stubborn, and be vulnerable, or to suffer.

Speaking of NY/NY, their rivalry is everything to me. Mass is the enemy, NJ is the rival. They brawl all the time, they patch eachother up. They're so shit and yet they're the sweetest in the world. Jersey calls him "Rosie" infront of everyone, and York has to pretend he hates it. Quietly, when he thinks Jersey is asleep he'll call him his soulmate in every language he knows except Italian. Sometimes they're doomed fron the start, an on/off relationship they wish was more. Sometimes they're sneaking around the house, pretending their relationship is secret as they drag each other off to do the dumbest shit.

NJ/MA/NY?? Perfection. NJ teasing them about being lovey dovey and immediately getting flirted with.

Rhode/Jersey? Honestly I see them as a QPR. They're the best friends that never really said they're life partners officially, but everyone knows. They're shit talking buddies, they gather blackmail together. They'd hide a body for eachother but won't pass the other a charger. Them <3

Vermont and NH are also very <3 Quiet and unnoticeable, vs the chaos man very determined on befriending him. Either no one realizes they're together, or NH carries him in every room loudly announcing they're boyfriends now. Vermont is the reason, but he is very quickly convinced into doing chaos. They go on camping dates. Vermont is still traumatized from NH driving

Maine/Alaska, two very quiet people, very soft in their affection. They're the kind that bond instantly and then panic over any hint of flirting. Maine is too aware of it, Alaska is oblivious to both their attempts. They have my whole heart.

NJ/Connecticut! The lawyer man and his client he has to tell to stop hiding bodies. They're a disaster. Jersey is openly flirting and Connecticut can't take it. They're dancing alone in their rooms at the dead of night to avoid prying eyes. They're lying together under stars whispering "I love yous".

Delaware/Rhode/(Jersey)! They deal with the same shit. They defend eachother fiercely. They're going on boating trips for date night. They're fighting over Delaware's ego one minute and making out the next.

PA/MA. They're literally mom and dad. They're the parents of the NE fight me. I know Mary is parent vibes, but MA is at least the mom of the New England states. They're ranting to eachother about their idiot kids who fight instead of talking, ignoring some time in the past they definitely did the same. They fall in love over movie nights and gently moving the other from a desk to a bed.

I know I probably missed some but I'm running out of word vomit

I have thoughts on other region ships if you want that too

[toomuchracket]

okay but I would love your thoughts on what the boys reactions are when flatmate! matty and you finally get together!!

like obviously they wouldn't be shocked, I imagine they even had a bet on but I would love if just one of them was genuinely flabbergasted. in my mind it's ross bc he just seems oblivious and takes mattys incessant "we're just close mates!!!" seriously bc him and matty are just close mates so why wouldn't you be?

I imagine you invite them all over and matty makes them sit down and you go make tea and coffee for everyone. you bring it in and sit next to matty and go "okay so we have some news-" and matty is just so fucking excited he interrupts you and just goes "WE'RE DATING SHES MY GIRLFRIEND AND WE'RE IN LOVE" and you're like "babe!!! woah!!! give the men a second to breath!! (but i love you too that was very sweet)" The immediate reaction is a groan from George, a smile from Adam and a completely shocked face from Ross. at first matty is like "George??? that's the worst reaction ever?? you're meant to be my best mate and-" George just cuts him off and goes "matty I am really happy for you but couldn't you have got together literally a week later? now I adam £20." this causes him and Adam to burst out laughing whilst you and matty just sit there shocked (Ross is also shocked but that's because he still hasn't processed that you're together lol)

Ross eventually says "...but you always said you were just mates???" and Adam is like "Ross love, seriously did you see them in bed together cuddling? or how about when they dance in the kitchen together when they make breakfast and tea for eachother? or when matty hears her sniffle once and goes bat shit crazy and gets 200 tissues and loads of cough sweets? it was pretty fucking clear those two idiots were head over heels!" the whole time they've been looking at eachother during this convo so Ross looks over to you two for confirmation of this shocking turn of events and just sees you staring longingly into eachothers eyes and he's like "fucking hell have they always looked at eachother like that?" and adam and George just do a slow nod and Ross says "god I'm stupid"

aaaaaaaah this shit is SO CUTE. kind of obsessed with the idea that adam's the first to know/notice that you and matty are in love with each other actually - like because he's so easy to talk to and kind, both you and matty inadvertently end up just letting your guards down a bit and gushing about the other to adam. and he doesn't say anything to either of you about how the other feels, he just does a classic adam hann knowing look (you know the vibe) and waits to see how long it'll take one of you to admit it. and then adam and george are chatting in rehearsal one day and you and matty are being cute with each other in the corner (fuck knows where ross is... off somewhere being sexy as per usual probs), and george nudges adam and goes "look at the pair of them" and he tells adam about how domestic the two of you are at home and that he had said you were like a married couple. adam's like "they've both been pining for the other to me for years its insane. maybe now you've said something they'll realise and get together now. i bet it'll happen this weekend". george is like "hmmm no they're both too stubborn to admit it so soon. give it another week to sink in" and they literally put a bet on it lmao. but i don't even think it's like a planned reveal when they find out you and matty are together, i think the boys are just over at the flat chilling and you and matty kiss in front of them (like how you used to do head kisses, just a casual kiss on the lips as you pass each other) and the boys are like WHAT WAS THAT and matty's like "oh yeah we're a thing now turns out we've been in love with each other for a while lol. but now it's official" and then the exchange about the bet happens, like you said. ross really is in shock though - he's like "i've played wingman for both of you so many times??? you were in love with each other and living in the same flat and i was wingmanning you so you could take other people home???" and matty's like "yeah lol we both literally just realised on saturday night that it was requited love". and ross thinks for a minute and goes "wait i literally wingmanned you on saturday night WTF???" and you're like "yeah and then he came in to ask me for a condom and decided he wanted to shag me instead lol" and matty's like "babe please it was making love not shagging" and the boys are like "ok we're happy for you but please shut the fuck up now" lmao <3

[wooahaes]

What about a Dino Royalty au 👀 I imagine him having 12 older brothers who tease the heck out of him 😂

prince dino and his 12 useless hyungs. i got rly distracted looking up bar..bie in the 12 dancing princesses for a second ill b honest (i misremembered the title as "and" instead of "in" and was like wait were there 12 in total or her + 12... its 12 </3 heartbroken now)

anyway

chan is the youngest prince among the 13. dont ask me how they're all royalty together, i'll probably say adoption or something. but he's the youngest among them, and therefore he's just... kind of the person who gets teased the most. they tease one another, sure (they all goof up too often to Not give one another shit) but he's the baby, time to bully him--

except for you, his personal guard. you've known chan pretty much ur whole life, and while you can gently tease him a little sometimes, you care a lot for him. not that his hyungs don't--he knows they do--but its nice how much you look out for him. he's caught you gently shutting down someone's teasing when you know he's having a bad day, or seen the way you always have a watchful eye on him when he's with the others. maybe its because ur both the same: you're the youngest among the royal guards. like him, you show a lot of promise. so you were tasked with keeping chan safe by watching over him.

unfortunately, the downside of being royalty is tht there's a target on his back and he has to be careful. he can handle himself pretty well, but it doesn't mean things don't happen. so when he wakes up in a holding cell the night after a ball, wrists bound, he knows bad shit is going to go down. he finds out he's being held for ransom (but suspects they'll kill him anyway once they get what they want). chan remembers when he hid from you once with the others--he was younger then, and jeonghan had talked him into it. he remembers the call of your panicked voice, but the way you seemed to find him with ease (before you chewed him out for the one and only time you've done it) while your eyes were still glowing, a strand of his hair still stuck between your fingers.

see, the thing people don't know about you (that he and his brothers have sworn to keep secret) is that you're magic. you told him you hide it so people don't think you're overly reliant on it, because you've trained hard to earn your position. but you tracked him with a spell then, so chan just kinda kicks back and waits knowing that you'll do your magic and find him again. the only thing he's actually afraid of is the fact you might straight up bring an army.

(you do. they give you time to go into the fortress on your own, but they'll storm it once they have a solid plan. cheol is sure of that since there was literally no way u were going to come here without him)

you show up, you straight up kill a guy in front of him, and then waste no time literally melting the lock to free him. and then you immediately call him an idiot for accepting a drink when you weren't there to watch him and then wandering off, only telling mingyu that he started to feel unwell. he expects you to rant a lil longer, about to tell you to save it until he's safe at home, but then you hug him tight and tell him you were terrified you really lost him this time.

(and then he realizes all the teasing about how oblivious he was to someones reciprocated affections made sense.)

[saiilorstars]

we make a pretty good team . + dealers choice!

It was agonizing watching their friends be idiots. Chloe and Bucky sat together at the kitchen island, watching their friends Steve and Seren tiptoe around each other. 

Chloe sighed when Seren 'subtly' asked Steve if he was busy that night.

Bucky, in turn, almost threw his glass at Steve when he cluelessly mentioned he had a few things to finish for their upcoming mission tomorrow. When they left, both Chloe and Bucky let a collective groan out. 

"They're so stupid!" Chloe slammed a hand down on the isle. "Did Steve really just say—?"

"He had paperwork to finish instead of going out on a date with a hot girl?" Bucky finished, nodding his head. "Yes, yes he did. Yes he—" he curled his hand into a fist. "He completely did."

Chloe chuckled. "They're so oblivious. We should help them. We do make a pretty good team."

The corners of Bucky's lips twitched. "Oh, really?" He glanced at her. "Last time I remember, you called me an idiot who didn't know how to follow directions."

"That's because you weren't listening to me!" Chloe exclaimed.

"I was literally getting my ass handed to me. Excuse me if I didn't stop to hear what you were saying."

"There are no excuses, Sergeant."

Bucky raised an eyebrow at Chloe. "So I'm supposed to drop everything for you, princess?"

"Yes, exactly." 

They had a mini stare-off until Chloe cracked a smile. "I'm sure Steve would appreciate some advice from his very flirty best friend."

"Yeah, that guy's not good anymore," Bucky said with a sigh. It was no secret that he was not the same man he once was. How people accepted him these days was beyond him. Chloe, in particular, adored him. It was still a mystery to him as to why, but he couldn't complain about it. He loved her as well.

Even now, when Chloe reached her hand and placed it over Bucky’s hand that was still in a fist, he was completely startled. She smiled at him so sweetly — how could he not drop everything for her?

"I think he's still very present," she said, her fingers dipping in the middle of his fist to lace her fingers with his.

Bucky half smiled at her. "You're too good to me, doll. How about we do this: you tell Seren to show up at some place and then I'll tell Steve to go there too. They think they're having dinner with us—"

"When in reality they'll be having dinner with each other!" Chloe beamed at the idea. "I love it! They'll definitely fall for it!"

"They might be pissed at us, though…" Bucky’s warning only made Chloe laugh.

"And? You say it like I'm supposed to care! They'll thank us at their wedding."

"Or try to kill us."

"You're good at hiding, and I'm good at following you. We'll be okay," Chloe said, grinning. She scooted her stool closer to his and pressed a kiss on his scruffy cheek. She then rubbed her thumb over it, humming in thought. "You should shave."

Bucky was more than used to her bluntness. It was one of the things he liked about her most. She had no filter, and most of the time it made for a good time or a decent argument. Either way, he was never bored. "Really? What happened to 'we make a good team' and shit?"

"Doesn't mean you can't look your best," Chloe said, shrugging.

"I'll have you know this is a trademark look from my early days," Bucky said with a smirk. "The ladies loved it."

Chloe’s face fell flat as he laughed. "Which is why you need to get rid of it. Only I can love it. Now get moving. We have work to do." She started getting up from her stool.

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky gave her a salute, still chuckling, and followed after her. "Hey, what do you say we make a reservation for us with their names on the tab?"

Chloe laughed, but she didn't say 'no' to the idea...

Chloe's Masterlist

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag@arrthurpendragon​  @anotherunreadblog​ @maaaaarveeeeel​ @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic @kmc1989

[leonidasmmii]

🤝 & ❤ one of those romantic ones better be one with anna.... 👀 JAKBJEGFH jk love you! 😋

Top five platonic OC relationships:

1. JOSH AND KAT. They love each other and show it by bullying each other. Josh pissing their father off when he's in a poor mood to make sure he goes off on him and Kat patching him up as she tears into him. Kat getting her heart broken again and again and Josh always just 'it's okay, I'm here, I've got you.' They're bitchy to everyone except their younger siblings this includes each other but they are also So Soft...

2. Marcus and Anna. They're not siblings but you wouldn't know it watching them interact. He's the annoying older brother who she goes feral around. For those who don't know, Anna is Very Shy. And Marcus just makes her go feral. She will wrestle with one (1) individual and it is because she hates him but she loves him. He's an asshole and she's a brat and they are So Fond of each other.

3. Jess and Anna. Same vibes, but Jess is very much the 'I'm right and you know it, shit head!' She will tease Anna relentlessly and Anna is just 'Shut your mouth or I'm gonna beat you up.' Will not wrestle, Anna might strangle her though.

4. Fia and Charlie. They're siblings, you may notice a theme here. They are also just 'I'll kick your ass.' *Someone says they'll kick their ass too* 'WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU DON'T GET TO THREATEN THEM!' The 'I only I get to pick on you' vibes. Y'know.

5. Anna and Ginnie at Jess/Hannah. They look at these two idiots who pine for years while being so obvious and So Oblivious and just go 'yeah I'll suffer through this to be friends with you.' Jess/Hannah is sosososo stupid, the group has one braincell and Ginnie and Anna have to share it.

BONUS BECAUSE I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT 6. Kat and Anna. Anna is the nervous quiet one and Kat is the school ice queen and she runs into Anna and Anna is so ready to get ripped into but Kat's just 'I'm sorry, are you okay?' and Anna's genuine bafflement at this just has Kat going 'Oh you're pathetic. You're mine now.' Anna is a half drowned kitten to Kat, and Anna just looks at her buying things for her and goes 'Oh you don't have to' 'But I wanna' 'But-' 'And I'm gonna.' '...Okay.'

Top five romantic OC relationships:

1. IDIOTS POLYCULE. Jackson, the horny one, being a horrible influence on John and Anna, who are also very horny, but quiet about it. John, introducing Anna to Xanax and Anna's Whole world changing. Will just 'hi, have food. Have food. Have food. I made you this thing. Does it make your life easier?' and the entire group just melting every time. John writing poems and sonnets and stories about his loves. Josh just 'I can't say it but have this drawing of us as your favorite movie couple. I got hurt protecting you. You carved off a piece of my heart and you're holding it in your hands, do you understand?' Anna just. Leaning and holding hands and cuddling when she normally doesn't like touch because they're hers. Jackson is always gentle and slow and listening and. Do you understand? Do you understand what these buffoons do to me? Do you know the depth of love I have for them?

2. Kat/Cindy/Melody. Cindy and Melody are together and they look at Kat and go 'Should we? Would you be okay with that?' Cindy flirting outright with Kat, showing a little cleavage, and Kat later just 'but does she like me????' while everyone beats their head against a wall. Melody grabs her by the face and says they love her and Kat still manages to delude herself into thinking it's friendly. Cindy and Melody put up with So Much trying to bring this woman into their relationship.

3. Jess/Hannah. As stated before, very oblivious. Hannah sitting in Jess's lap, referring to her as Her Jess, very very flirty. Jess just 'My Hannah, No Touch,' clingy and possessive but never trying to stop her from doing anything. Everyone around them is just 'GUYS, COME ON' as they continue to be the most couple-ish not couple in existence.

4. Jackson/Anna in specific, because Anna will run away from him if he gets to be too much, at which point he sits outside the room she's locked herself in and whines at her like the dramatic slut he is. He gets her very horny and she is constantly embarrassed about it.

5. John/Will too. Because they're the cozies motherfuckers in the world. Homemade food and hot chocolate, curled up under a fuzzy blanket on the couch, John playing with Will's hair as he reads to him. They are So Domestic and So Cozy.

[the-firebird69]

We're issuing fines and levying penalties we're going to issue a whole bunch of them on this pawn shop show and the idiots who are in Buffalo and I want them on a cross not harassing our son or bothering him or bullying him or walking by and saying stupid s*** I don't want these people punished in a way that they'll remember and others will remember I'm tired of this child of s*** if these people continue doing it I want them all ripped out and he says that we have already crucified them and done all that it's time to just get them out of here and we're going to and we're in that phase.

Right now they're dying from the radiation and there's probably about 8 million today that will die in Charlotte county and they'll be hauled out of here. Who's going to be a lot more pulled out of here momentarily we're going to do it because we can't stand what you sound like or what you look like and what you're doing will you find it to be repulsive

--there's a lot of people dying in Charlotte county you might want to make a note of it here you people in the resort and we also know that practically none of you have any awareness about the radiation levels and hardly any of you are testing for it and we're going to take advantage of it and you're going to regret talking to us the Way you Are because you keep seeing people dying and you think it's great and you're not getting that much stuff you're just a bunch of sick people now we're going to go after you and we're going to take you down.

--there's a lot of people who are watching what you're doing and they understand that you're jerks what they don't know is they're getting killed for offering this kind of torture and they don't understand that they're dying they're very stupid and people bring them back we are going to make sure that you are done and if you behave this way or treat our son or anyone this way we're aware of the plan to exterminate you more luck and you seem to be oblivious to it which does not in any way help you survive. Fairly soon you'll be evacuating the Midwest because we're going to sense that it's coming and we are going to grab whatever we want which is what you want us to do because you're sick and we will take tons of territory. Our son put it like this but like the clans and we are not stupid and it's got to be one thing that you don't get so this idiot will start threatening him and it's Trump and he got his ass kicked. And he is considered to be the world's biggest loser now there's a lot of people after him for what he did and they still are after him right now we are witnessing minority morlock flow in and engage regular macmore lock and trumpsters in a wide scale there's a lot of them and they want their stuff back and they are not engaging the pseudo Empire. It's growing in magnitude and one would think that they would be attacking the pseudo Empire but the pseudo Empire is not attacking their Islands or their areas and our son and daughter find it hard to believe and it's true it's not true the pseudo Empire is fighting the minority warlock as well and they're a bunch of scumbags and Camilla was surprised that they don't recognize so stupid these smack more like are and there kind of fighting each other over areas and things like that but they're fighting to see the empire yes and the pseudo Empire is going to gear up for an attack tonight and that attack is on the morlock of all kinds and it is not going to do well for the warlock they are technically incompetent grossly negligent and there's a plan to get rid of them and it's by the Mac proper mostly. These people are in everybody's faces and their stuff is lame the plan is crap and they don't seem to understand that is what it is it's going to happen surely that they will learn the hard way we happen to know what the pseudo Empire is up to and we know what their goals are they need to start moving people are running out of time and they're disgusting however..

--

Thor Freya more shortly

Olympus

[brainyxbat]

Chapter 8: Time to Fight Back! Usopp's Quick Thinking, and Fire Star!

(episode 76)

"We made it! Ah! So that's the second island in the Grand Line; Little Garden!"

"W-what's with this island?!"

"Collier Shoot!"

"L-Little Garden?! W-what's so little about this island?!"

"This is an island of ancient times. It's stuck in the age of the dinosaurs!"

"The duel has continued for 100 years now. I've forgotten the reason for it; but that doesn't matter, anyway."

"Then why?!"

"Pride!"

"Man, he's huge..."

"This is Elbaf, the God of War's... judgement! I didn't have his divine protection."

"Who is it?! Come out! You guys spoiled the old giant guys' duel! I'm gonna beat you up!"

"It's no use! Your friends are going to become my works of art!"

"Venus!"

"Luffy!"

"Ahh. Such nice tea."

"He was hit with the Tranquil Green!"

"Such... nice... tea."

-

"Luffy! What are you doing, you idiot?!" Usopp then spotted the green mark on his vest, and began to sneak up on him.

However, Mr. 5 saw him. "It's over for all of you." He took out his revolver. "This is my ultimate ability!"

"Special Attack: Exploding Star!" Usopp launched a bullet at him, and leaped in the air with Karoo, dodging his gunshots. His bullet hit the target: Luffy!

Ms. Golden Week jumped back when his vest burst into flames, and Ms. Valentine floated up in the air. "What an idiot! He missed his target, and hit his own friend!"

Usopp looked behind his back after Karoo landed. "Where'd his bullets go?!"

"Breeze Breath Bomb!"

Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, sending Usopp and Karoo tumbling away. "Usopp-kun!" Venus' eye widened.

"I forgot to mention it, but my breath explodes."

Usopp landed with Karoo by the wax cake. "Dammit! This is insane! He had no bullets?! Karoo! You alright?!" He turned to the captain after Karoo quacked weakly. "Hey! You come to your senses?!"

"Y-yeah," Luffy regained his footing, now missing his vest, "I'm awake! Thanks!"

Ms. Valentine glared. "That attack was meant to burn his clothes, and the Trap on it, to undo the manipulation!"

Luffy panted in anger. "I've had enough of that paint! I refuse to let anyone else die! Now I'm mad!"

-

Meanwhile...

"It's definitely weird," An oblivious Sanji remarked in confusion, now back on the Going Merry, "Damn weird. Why hasn't anyone come back after all this time?" He had his larger catch on the shore close by. "Something must've happened to Nami-san, Venus-chan, Vivi-chan, and the rest. In which case, this is no time to be getting ready to cook a lizard!"

Using his catch as leverage, he leaped down in the jungle, and "persuaded" a saber-toothed tiger to give him a ride. "Nami-san! Venus-chan! Vivi-chan! Hey! Say something! I love you!" He stopped, and jumped down upon noticing a strange, cube-shaped structure. "What's this?"

-

Mr. 3 laughed evilly. "So what if you're mad? Just look at your friends now!"

"So what?! They're still alive!"

"Are they now? All they need now is some of Ms. Golden Week's paint, and they'll be exceptional wax figures!" Usopp was silent with fury. "You're too late, Straw Hat!" A tree collapsed nearby. "That's correct! You're not only late, but now you can experience even more despair!" More trees suffered the brunt of his next attack. "Move out!" Venus gaped in awe from the ground, as the wax formed a giant, robot-like battle suit. "Candle... Champion!"

Usopp and Karoo screamed in terror. "What's that?" Luffy asked.

"It's said he once took down a 42 million berry bounty with this," Mr. 5 replied.

"It's Mr. 3's ultimate artistic talent," Ms. Valentine added.

"Now, Ms. Golden Week! Perform an artistic paint job on me!"

"Can I take a break after that?"

"Yes, of course! I'd actually prefer you to stay out of this!" She nodded with a small smile. "Like this, I am invincible! This armor is hard as iron, and wrapped around me like velvet! My form now... has no flaws!"

Everyone stared on in silence, before Luffy brightened up. "S-so cool!"

"This is no time to be admiring him!" Usopp shouted.

"Fight!" Venus urged.

While Ms. Golden Week painted, Luffy prepared to attack. "Alright! Gum-Gum..." He reeled his fist into the jungle.

"Paint job complete!"

"Now, then!"

"Pistol!" His fist bounced off of the wax mech.

"Champ Fight! Harvest Field!" He spun the arms ferociously, the boxing gloves digging into the ground, as Luffy leaped away.

"Gum-Gum... Stamp!" He was ejected yet again.

"It's no use!"

"Not good!" Usopp frowned. "The guy's so solid, his attacks don't work!" Luffy landed on the cake by his decapacitated friends, then jumped off. Usopp and Karoo covered their mouths when the rain started falling on them. "Damn! The wax haze!"

"Don't turn into statues!" Venus exclaimed fearfully.

He stared at the white material on his hands. "Wax?" He turned to the spinning top; more specifically, the flaming candles. Flame? Of course! "Yeah! Why didn't I realize it?! The fact it turns into a mist means it can melt!" He turned to the captain, and the witch. "Luffy, Venus! Fire melts this guy's wax! No matter how hard it is, wax is still wax!"

"Yeah!" Venus perked up.

"Zoro, and all the others hardened only moments ago! We can save them!" Karoo quacked.

"What?! For real?!" He beamed.

"Yeah, for real," Ms. Golden Week confirmed.

Mr. 3 gaped in shock. "Don't admit that to them!"

"Too late!" Venus mocked.

"But even if you realize that now, you have neither time, or a chance of winning! 30 more seconds at most! After that, their hearts will completely stop! As we speak, they're probably writhing in pain with what little consciousness they have left, as they experience the terror of dying!"

Karoo pushed Usopp up on his feet. "We don't need 30 seconds! I'll save them now! Special Attack: Fire-"

"Breeze Breath Bomb!" Mr. 5 shot at him again, this time with a direct hit!"

"Usopp!" Luffy screamed.

"Usopp-kun!" Venus cried.

His slingshot was dropped, as he fell on his back. "Did you not hear him say you had no chance of winning?"

"Dammit!" Luffy cursed. "There's no time!"

Mr. 3 then appeared behind him. "Give it up!" Before Luffy could do anything, he was punched into the ground.

Usopp crawled over to Karoo, now with a rope on hand. "Listen, take this rope-"

"Oh?" Ms. Valentine floated over, interrupting him. "This looks like fun! Whatcha planning? Can I join in, too?"

Usopp was fearfully quiet for a few seconds. "Karoo! Run!" He loudly whispered, before finally shouting. "Run! Just run around the candlesticks!" Karoo quickly began doing as told.

Mr. 5 readied his revolver again. "Everything you try is pointless!"

"Pardon me." Ms. Valentine sat on Usopp's back. "Crescendo Stone! How many kilograms can you ensure, I wonder..." Karoo dodged the bullets, as he ran. "10 kilograms... 100 kilograms..." Usopp grunted in discomfort when her weight increased. "200 kilograms..." His eyes were wide, as he felt his lungs being compressed. "300 kilograms..." She was oblivious to Venus sneaking towards her ominously, dragging her heavy mallet restraint.

"Damn nimble bird!" Mr. 5 complained when he couldn't shoot Karoo.

Mr. 3 started punching at Luffy again. "Give it up! Give it up! They've become my works of art!"

"I don't think so!" Luffy leaped into the air. "I won't let you have their lives!" He grabbed his topknot, and made a beeline for the cake. "If fire can melt them, then I'll use this fire!"

"Don't pull! Stop!"

"Luffy!" Usopp protested, as Venus inched closer. He didn't see her either. "That small flame won't do it fast enough! Light Karoo's rope on fire!"

"The bird's rope?!" By now, Karoo had the rope wrapped all around the cake.

Usopp poured some kerosene on his end. "It's a special rope, soaked in oil!"

"Okay! Everyone! Wake up!"

"Hey! Wait! Stop!"

"It'll be a little hot, but endure it." Closer.

"Stop!" With one single touch, the whole structure erupted in flames. "Oww!" Mr. 3 struggled. "Hot! Hot!"

"What a big fire!" Luffy exclaimed. "Are they gonna be alright?!"

"Curse you... curse you, Straw Hat! How dare you destroy my Candle Service Set! You'll pay for this!"

Luffy turned around to find Mr. 3, and Ms. Golden Week attempting to flee into the jungle. "I won't let you get away, you jerks!"

A scared Karoo jumped back and forth, avoiding wax mounts falling around him. "Dammit! How dare you mock us!" Mr. 5 exclaimed.

Ms. Valentine punched Usopp's face. "Now you've done it! Playtime is over!" She shot up in the air. "I'm going to shatter that neck of yours into pieces! Special Attack: 10,000 Kilogram Guillotine!" Closer.

Usopp watched fearfully, as she started rocketing back down. "This is bad!"

Little did she realize, a certain someone was coming for her. Three someone's; Venus finally swung her restraint, while Vivi spun her slashers, and Nami (who was missing her shirt) wielded a staff, all to knock her away. As Venus dragged herself to him, Nami and Vivi stood back-to-back. "That was hot!" Nami remarked. "Couldn't you have done it a different way?"

Venus turned to her with a snarky look, as a stray ember ignited her mallet. "Ouch!" She yelped from the burn. "What other option was there, huh?"

An irritated Usopp managed to sit up with the witch's help. "Yeah, don't be fussy! Just be thankful you were saved!"

"You're right," Nami admitted, "Thanks!"

"This doesn't seem real," Vivi remarked, "We're alive!"

"The wax melted," Mr. 5 observed, "What a pain! We can't afford to screw up our mission any further!" He pointed his revolver, alarming the girls.

"Stay behind me," Usopp surprised Venus with his sudden bravery, "Mr. 5! Special Attack: Exploding Star!"

Mr. 5 ate the bullet again. "Fool! I've shown several times that explosives don't work on me! I'm an explosive man!"

"You took the bait!" Usopp grinned.

"Huh?" Venus looked up at him in confusion, and watched their adversary.

He soon sweating profusely, and his complexion was turning red. "So sorry! I'm a liar, you see!" Venus put her fingers to her mouth, stifling giggles. "That wasn't even an Exploding Star! It was a Special Tabasco Star!"

"Spicy!" Mr. 5 screamed, as fire shot from his mouth like a geyser.

Usopp laughed victoriously. "I already proved its effectiveness the hard way!"

"Alright, Usopp!" Venus cheered.

Mr. 5 collapsed to his knees. "Damn you pirates!" He coughed. "How dare you make a mockery of me!" Usopp's eyes widened in terror. "Time to blow up a full-body explosion!" He made a mad beeline for the sniper. "There won't even be bone fragments left!"

Just as he pushed Venus away to safety, he was trapped in a dangerous embrace. "No! Stop!" He thrashed frantically in his arms, but he was too strong.

"Usopp-kun!" She exclaimed.

"No! I'm sorry! I won't do it anymore!"

"Flaming Oni..." Zoro leaped from the fire, swords ready, "Giri!" Only Mr. 5 was affected; he was now ablaze, so Usopp was safe. "Flaming swords aren't too shabby," He remarked.

"Zoro!" Nami addressed him.

They were startled by a sudden quaking; it was Broggy! Also on fire, he stood on his feet, ready to fight. "Yo," Zoro greeted, "Good to see you're alive."

"Yeah," Broggy grinned, but it disappeared when he looked over Dorry's body.

"Master..."

Broggy perked back up, and gazed into the jungle. "That leaves two foes left."

"Bird!" Luffy ran after them with Karoo. "Don't let them get away with this!" They jumped over a fallen tree. "Real men don't spoil people's fights!" They skidded to a stop at what was in front of them: Mr. 3. Lots of him!

"How good of you to come! Welcome to my Wax-Wax Manor!"

"What is this?!"

"Well, then. Can you tell where I am?" Karoo glanced about hopelessly. "It would appear you picked a fight with the wrong people! We're the most intellectual team in all of Baroque Works! A brute force buffoon like you, who acts on instinct cannot catch us! I am Mr. 3. I carry out all assignments given to me flawlessly. Now, then! Step forward! The moment your back is turned to me, I'll stab you..." He had a dagger ready. "Right through the heart."

Through his laughter, Luffy eyed them all carefully... aha! "Gum-Gum... Stamp!" His foot shoved the real one into a tree.

"How... did you know," He stumbled forward deliriously, "I was here?" He then fell on his back in the grass.

Luffy was silent for a moment. "Instinct."

Just then, Karoo noticed Ms. Golden Week sneaking away, and charged in, to her terror.

-

In the wax house he found, Sanji poured himself some tea. "Afternoons are definitely best with Earl Grey." Just then, it hit him. "Hold on, now! This is no time for me to be drinking tea all fancy-like! Nami-san and the others might be waiting for me to help them!" He set the teacup down, and stood off the chair. "Still, though. What's such a relaxing place doing in the jungle?"

"Beta-beta-beta-beta-"

"Huh?" Sanji turned back at a strange ringing from a woven basket. "What's that?" He walked over, and lifted the top up. "Oh... it's a Transponder Snail." It was a purple snail, with a black handlebar mustache, and a shell that had teal and darker purple vertical stripes. Sanji set it on the table, and promptly answered. "Heya. You've called the Damn Restaurant. You want reservations?" For a few seconds, no one answered.

"Quit fooling around, dumbass," A deep, male voice chided, "Aren't you a bit late with your report?"

"Oh? Report?" Sanji replied curiously. "And who might I be talking to?"

"It's me. Mr. 0." At that, he frowned in determination. Mr. 0, huh?

[yuneyn]

Chapter 2 is here!!!

In this chapter, Shirou finds creative solutions to his sleeping issues... Cuddling and bed-sharing ensues, and also a conversation about a certain apartment lease.

[yanderememes]

May I order headcannons about the Yan Villains reacting to their s/o escaping only to find out that their s/o was only going out to McDonald’s or sum shit lmao and coming back “home”?

LOL I love this idea! Just goes so well with the mess that villain house is

warnings: mentions of manipulation and death, stalking

Dio

Dio feels hurt and betrayed that darling would escape. Tbh, he thought they were a bit too oblivious to even realize what their situation is.

He truly thought darling would never escape. Dio was too comfortable with his life with them.

But immediately after feeling hurt, he'll hunt them down.

If it's during the day, then Vanilla Ice and Terrence will have to do it. But at night, he'll take it upon himself to look for darling

He's thinking of all the punishments he'll have ready for darling. As cute as they are to him, he can't allow this behaviour to be repeated in the future

When darling comes home revealing they were at McDonald's the whole time and brought back food for the villains, Dio will be dumbfounded lol

He'll think darling is messing with him and not take it seriously, but when darling holds up the McDonald's bag, he'll feel like an idiot

Dio chastises darling for leaving without telling him or asking for his company. Kinda emotional manipulating darling and guilt-tripping them. This is just his little revenge for making him feel abandoned

Kars

Kinda like Dio except with more self-control and composure

At first, he'll be alarmed by darling's lack of presence. Something is wrong. Where is darling?

When he can't find them then he'll have the other Pillar Men help look for them

Kars won't worry too much because unlike Dio, he actually trusts darling. And being all-knowing, he knows darling would never leave forever, but he still worries and wants to see his darling

Instead of darling coming back home, he'll find them out at McDonald's

A bit surprised but not really a the fact that they're there. Kars will start interogatting them and asking all these questions, but in the end is glad to see darling's face again.

When both darling and Kars reach home, Kars will try and hog darling all to himself by keeping them on his lap~

Kira

Stalkerish vibes

When he can't find darling, he will immediately think its cuz they escaped

Stalker mode activated!

He's like a private investigator on the hunt for a missing persons lol

He'll track down every clue you left behind

Doesn't rely on other villains since they'll just get in the way

Kira is smart and knows the villains can't possibly be accomplices. As much as he doesn't like them, he can come to turns that they all yearn for darling and would NEVER try to let darling escape

He'll take the day off of work just to find darling

When he tracks darling down to the McDonald's, he'll be standing there like: 😐

Will suggest you two hold hands when walking back home to villain house so this doesn't ever happen again

His hold on darling's hand is stronger than usual...

Diavolo

The brooding type

When he notices darling is gone, he automatically thinks its cuz they escaped.

He's a paranoid so there's chance he will send out orders to his mafia to search for you

But just when he's about to send out the orders and have the entire surrounding area under lockdown, darling comes in with a bag of fries and burger in their hands

"Hi Diavolo! I bought you some nuggets!" darling says all cheerily

Diavolo will feel belittled and mocked. He can't believe darling did this!

He was ready to lay it all down. Planned out everything from start to finish. How he would find you. What he would do when he does. All for it for naught cuz darling's obliviousness overpowers King Crimson

"Are you mocking me, y/n?" he asks

Darling: "Turn that frown upside down! I bought you their happy meal toys too!"

Doppio

Poor baby boy is worried sick about darling that he can't think straight!

He'll begin to think of all the catastrophic things that could happen to you while you're out and he's not there for you

His dark side will come out and it's an internal battle with himself

Evil Doppio will be pissed at darling. How dare they try to leave! How dare they betray his trust and love after all they've been through together! He'll kill them!

But Good Doppio will try to give darling the benefit of the doubt and argue that darling must be out getting groceries and will be back soon

Doppio is caught in between these crossovers and cannot decide what to do.

Diavolo is the only one he trusts to tell about his missing darling, and ofc Diavolo just sides with evil Doppio

Darling comes home to a Diavolo egging an evil Doppio on, but when Doppio makes eye contact with darling, he'll revert back to his old sweet and loving self

"y/n! There you are! I missed you~"

Pucci

Pucci is calm and collected

At least, he tries to be

He'll try not to overthink it. But with darling, he can't help it

He really thought he got darling wrapped up in his finger. But looks like its the other way around when HE'S the one falling apart over darling missing

He will have White Snake investigate the matter and while his stand is busy doing that, Pucci will begin to count in prime numbers to calm himself of any worries over darling

When darling comes back, he'll give a smile and be thankful to God that darling is alright and didn't leave him

But just to be sure, he'll implant a disk that writes darling can'r leave the house anymore without informing him

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with the matchmaking

My masterlist

Description | Victoria is desperate to set you and Thomas up... Might there be a spark already?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Thomas

Word Count | 2663

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***

There had been an unspoken thing between you and Thomas from the first day you met. It was one of those right person, wrong time scenarios. Both of you were happily taken by other people, loving your partners, and leading healthy relationships. It simply hadn't been meant to be and both of you had gladly accepted it. Nothing had ever happened, despite the others insisting there must have, neither of you was like that. So you stayed friends with him, the same way you stayed friends with Victoria, Damiano, and Ethan and it didn't take long for the five of you to grow into a loving group, a chosen family. That was until both you and Thomas happened to have broken up with your respective partners within the same week. It was safe to say that it didn't take long for the meddling to start.

***

"I just think they'd make such a good couple!" Victoria said, pushing the empty beer bottles around on the table in annoyance. "They're basically made for each other."

"Leave it, Vic," Ethan said. The dark of the bar was hiding his features and the fact he was slightly rolling his eyes. "They both literally just got out of relationships, I don't think they're interested."

"But they both ended them so it's not like they've been broken up with," she insisted. "I'm sure they'll get over it quickly enough."

"Yeah I agree with Vic," Damiano added. "It's not like either of them seems all that heartbroken."

"Exactly, which is why we need to act now!"

"I still don't think it's a good idea," Ethan sighed. "Just let them figure it out on their own."

"But they're idiots! They'll never figure it out!"

Damiano couldn't help laugh out loud. He knew his friend was onto something, both Thomas and Y/n tended to be hilariously oblivious when it came to things like these.

"Maybe they just need a little push," he agreed.

"Fine." A deep sigh escaped Ethan. "But don't say I didn't warn you if it doesn't work out."

***

The moment you stepped into the vintage second-hand store you decided it was heaven on earth. It didn't take long for you to sweep through the place like a whirlwind, picking up pieces left and right, leaving Victoria and Thomas standing at the entrance still. You didn't care, this was one of your favourite places and you were not going to be held back because those two were slow. You tried on a dress that looked like an absolute mess on you and you quickly took a picture to laugh at later with the others, before trying on some trousers that you really took a liking to. You were still in them, trying to figure out if you had also grabbed a top that would match when someone knocked on the wood of the changing room. Confused and not certain if the noise was directed at you, you pulled back the curtain to come face to face with Thomas. He noticed you were in your bra before you did.

You raised your eyebrows, overly amused at how he was nervously looking around to figure out if anyone else would be able to see her, but no one seemed to be around. As he turned back, he tried not to let his gaze fall into her chest again, but failed miserably. You laughed heartily, "It's fine, stop blushing, Thomas."

He grinned, more relaxed not that he knew you didn't mind. He shouldn't, this being far from the first time he'd seen you like this.

"Vic told me to give you this dress to try on."

You looked at the piece of fabric he handed you, a gorgeous, velvety black, knee-high dress with a dangerous slit and a plunging neckline. It wasn't something you would have chosen yourself, but you trusted Vic's judgment. The curtain was quickly closed again, removing the trousers you had already decided on and slipped on the dress. It fell in a much nicer way than you had anticipated, easily smoothing itself over your curves and settling perfectly in place. The mirror agreed with your sentiment - you looked gorgeous. Okay, so this dress would do with a bit more makeup and without a bra, but it was a no-brainer that you were going to buy it.

You ripped open the curtain, now facing both of your friends. As soon as Vic saw you, she seemed as smitten with it as you were. Thomas looked stunned in his own way but stayed quiet.

"Fuck, I knew that was your dress!" Victoria shouted, obviously proud of herself for picking it out.

"Where am I ever going to wear this?" You asked, spinning to muster your reflection once again.

"When I take you out tomorrow night," Vic grinned. "There's a gorgeous new restaurant in town but it's fancy fancy, so this will do just fine."

You couldn't help but squint your eyes at her through the mirror. Her suggestion sounded just fine, but the way her eyes flickered made you feel like there was something more to the story.

***

"Wait, so how will you going out with her to dinner help, exactly?"

"Oh, Damiano, stop being so dumb. Obviously, I won't go."

"I don't get it."

"I'll have some sort of last-minute emergency, and since both of you will be out of the house, Thomas will have to step in."

Ethan sighed, shaking his head at his friend's plan.

"Why do you have to meddle so much, Vic?"

"Because those two don't get it. But once they see each other all dressed up, romantic dinner, candles, good wine, it'll click."

"Whatever you say."

***

"Oh my god, Y/n, I'm so sorry!" Victoria burst into your room, Chili cradled in her arms and an apologetic look on her face. "I know we said we'd go to that fancy restaurant tonight, but Chili's been coughing and the vet told me to come in immediately."

You side-eyed the little white dog, looking as happy as can be, but there was no reason for you not to trust Victoria. Right? You briefly petted Chili's head.

"Don't worry about it, we can always go some other time."

"No!" Her outburst surprised you. "I mean, it's so difficult to get a reservation there and you should wear your dress out. Damiano and Ethan are out, but I'm pretty sure Thomas is free, please ask him, he'd probably love to go with you!"

You wanted to scold Victoria, tell her this wasn't happening, tell her you'd be fine just staying home, but she didn't give you a chance to do any of it. Instead, she left your room, immediately shouting for her bandmate. It was the reason you found yourself at a candlelit dinner with the blond man mere hours later.

"You look amazing, by the way," Thomas said. Well, he actually kind of mumbled it into his pasta rather than proudly state it. You felt like blushing.

"So do you, love. But you know I love you in a suit."

Your eyes met, just for a moment, before both of you found yourselves awkwardly staring back at your plates again. You didn't know why you were behaving like this, or why he was, you could only attribute it to the fact that this felt like an overly romantic date and the waiter had referred to you as his girlfriend multiple times already. Neither of you had corrected him. You hadn't minded the single rose that had been placed between you on the table, accompanied by a little wink and a smile by the waiter.

"You know, you make a lousy boyfriend, not even bringing me flowers for our date, " you teased, watching as a shy smile appeared on Thomas' face, his eyes travelling down the table for a second before looking at you again with more than a twinkle.

"I did take you to the nicest restaurant in town, surely that gets me some points?"

The giggle bubbled over your lips easily. Everything came easy with Thomas. He made the troubles disappear with one look, one touch of a hand, a single word, a gesture, his existence. He was your own personal cure to everything.

***

"No, I'm telling you, it worked," Victoria excitedly gasped and she gathered in the kitchen with Damiano and Ethan, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. "You should have seen them when they came back!"

"Did you actually wait up for them?" Ethan asked, slightly disbelieving, slightly amused.

"Well, they didn't know obviously! I just cracked my bedroom door open a bit. But they were all giggly and happy and they hugged when they said goodnight!"

"Vic, we all hug all the time," Damiano threw in.

"Not the way they did. I'm serious, this is working and you'll see soon enough!"

"So what's the next idea then?"

"I'm... I'm not quite sure," she admitted. "But I'll figure it out and it'll be perfect."

***

The thunderstorm hadn't been predicted by any of the weather channels. You found yourself standing in front of the patio doors with Thomas, watching the heavy rain disturb the surface or the pool, trees swaying in the wind, a flash of light illuminating the garden in regular intervals. It had only been the two of you home when it had started, everyone else out to meet friends or sitting in a bar with a drink in their hand. You had been having a lazy day, unwilling to leave the house at all, while Thomas had slept for so long no one had bothered trying to wake him so he could join in on plans.

"Do you want to compare our favourite records?"

You had been so focused on the happenings outside of the glass that you almost flinched in surprise at his question. Still, a slight smile, the right kind of look, and you were nodding enthusiastically. Hasting up the stairs, barefoot and in nothing but shorts and the shirt you usually slept in, you went through the little collection you had brought to the summer house, already hearing the first notes of Led Zeppelin's Black Dog echoing downstairs. With a smile on your face, you grabbed a few records and bolted back down to Thomas.

"I still prefer Led Zeppelin III," you giggled, only to be greeted with Thomas' shocked face. "Anything that has Immigrant Song on it is a hit, really."

"Blasphemy! Nothing tops IV, and you clearly have no taste."

"You clearly have no taste considering you think anything Led Zeppelin has put out is better than Fleetwood Mac's Rumours." You barely waited for the first song of Thomas' album of choice to finish playing before interrupting it with the sound of Second Hand News.

It didn't take long for the conversation to get heated. Still, you kept playing your record in the background, effortlessly dodging his effort to change it, even though the whole thing had been his idea in the first place. He was still complaining, explaining, talking to a wall basically, as you danced around the living room, as the music flowed through you, singing along, thunder only happens when it's raining, as the weather outside did its worst.

"I just think it's much too sad, most of it," Thomas finally concluded.

"Doesn't that just make it so beautiful though?"

"No, it just makes me sad," he pouted.

"Maybe you just never listened to it the way you should. In the arms of someone you love."

A heartbeat passed as both of you looked at each other, but then your smile returned and you motioned for him to get on the sofa with you, lying on your side as he slowly but surely moved in front of you. Your arms wrapped around him, spooning him, making you feel safer than you ever have as Songbird played in quiet tones.

Your nose buried itself in his hair, letting his smell fill your every pore, taking over your whole being as you pressed into him, singing along in nothing but a whisper.

"And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before."

***

"Guys, guys, guys, look at that!" Victoria called out to her friends as they quietly made their way into the house. "I knew it would be such a good idea to leave them alone in the house!"

"Vic, it's not like you made a thunderstorm come along, I'm pretty sure this was not your doing for once," Damiano whispered.

"Doesn't matter! Look at them spooning! We're on the right way, guys!"

"We're not on any way," Ethan threw in. "You keep trying to meddle and the two of them are going their own ways."

"They just need another push. I just gotta think of something."

***

"Hey, they let you feed the goats here!" Victoria squealed as everyone around her let out a groan. The zoo was bustling with people, the five friends surrounded by families, and Vic easily fell in line with the children's excitement.

"Vic, I really really don't like goats," you complained. "I'd rather not get their attention because I got food in my hands."

"Fine. How about you go see the owls over there with... Thomas, and I go feed some adorable goats with Ethan and Damiano?"

The both of you allowed yourselves to be pushed away easily, chuckles on your faces as you walked away from the rest of the group, dodging running toddlers as you went.

"So, this is a set-up, huh?" Thomas grinned next to you as his arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Oh, as if Victoria has been doing anything these past weeks without hidden intentions." You let yourself mold into Thomas' side, leaning in closer until your bodies were touching as much as physically possible. "She's not half as subtle about this as she thinks. I'm sure she's watching right now."

You didn't turn around, but you felt her eyes on the pair of you, watching your every move and trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you.

"Do you wanna give her a show?" You playfully pinched his site, looking at him from the corner of your eyes just to see a smile appear on his face that was surely mirroring yours. "Make out a little bit?"

"Wouldn't that give it away?" He stopped walking, now wrapping both of his arms around you as you leaned on his chest, looking up at him.

"I'm sure she'd still think it's just a first step in the right direction."

Not waiting for his response, your hand reached up to his face, slowly stroking along the soft skin of his cheek, thumb running over his lower lip as his smile grew, then reaching around, tangling them into his hair and pulling him down to you. His lips met yours in a sigh, warm and lovely, a tingling feeling spreading through you immediately, pressing yourself into him. You could feel his thumb stroking your back ever so slightly as he held you. He wanted more, slowly moving his lips, trying to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. Close enough to still feel his breath on you, close enough that whispering would be enough.

"Now, we don't want Vic to figure it all out immediately," you grinned before putting more distance between the two of you. He groaned, making you giggle, before taking your hand and pulling you along.

"How much longer are you planning to keep this up?" Thomas asked, shaking his head, but still amused. "We've been together for two weeks."

"Pretty sure she already bought tickets for the cinema for me and her for Wednesday... which she'll inexplicably have no time for so you'll have to come along, obviously. I can give you a hickey in the dark theater, she'll freak."

Thomas laughed out loud, pressing a single kiss to the top of your head.

"Fine. One more date, that's it?"

"One more date."

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Hey,hey,hey. *Drops this post from my pocket and stumbles down stairs*

[ R a p t u r e d ]

A Twisted Wonderland Yandere Short Fic.

Summary: Your brother, obsessed with making a name for himself as a huntsman slaughters the beast in the Nostorne Forest, an olden land rumoured to be where the Faefolk reside with their Mother Goddess Gaia and her seven sons. But the rumours are true, and the price for having a fool brother is a heavy one.

Chapter One: Rage

"When was the last time you had the sun on you?" Idia asked this with a gentle smile curling on his lips. His blue flamed eyes glistening with a fondness too endearing to be let off as friendly.

The cuffs on your hand bit into your skin. Bruised and calloused, you balled your hands into fists yet your lips didn't part open for any of your anger to manifest into words.

Idia frowned. Guilt lingering on his features. The tower you were in was dark with nothing but a single window and a door only magic could make visible. In Idia's mind your refusal to speak to him was from a lack of comfort. Of course,anyone would be as frustrated as you were.

Perhaps,he could help with that.

His hand went up to unlatch the lock on the window and as he pushed the wooden frames back, a simmering sunlight entered the room through streaks of warmness you haven't felt in months. In your dreary state, you almost wanted to swoon from it, but then you caught the smile in Idia's eyes and your anger flared once more. You clenched your jaw and turn away from the window.

Idia's frown returned and this time with a painful jab to his heart.

"What are you doing?" Came another familiar voice you dreaded to hear, and it was from Riddle who had just materialised in front of you, his usual condescending gaze glowering at your cuffed form.

Idia furrowed his brows.

"The sun was out, I thought it'll be good for them."

Riddle scoffed,his high and mighty stance crushing your pride as he strode pass you and towards the window, where he glanced out briefly before slamming it shut. The moment darkness engulfed you once more, the regret of not facing the heat of the morning came to slap you in the face, and your shoulders slumped.

Idia looked to Riddle disapprovingly, but said nothing. Though he did glanced at you with pity. He knew you liked the sun even when you acted like you didn't, and being one of your captors, you weren't sure whether to be disgusted or grateful for his efforts to understand you.

"They're not a plant" Riddle drawled, "And with that scornful look in their eyes, you shouldn't be treating them to something so pleasant,brother."

"Humans need their sun" Idia argued "They'll get sick if you keep them locked up like this"

Riddle cocked one brow, his glowering glare seeping into your very bones when he stared down at you. When he began taking strides towards you,the sound of his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards made you flinch. For such a petite looking male, he walked with a confidence of a king marching with his army.

"Look at them,Idia" He said, softly, as if attempting to coerce his brother onto his side. "Just us standing nearby makes them sick."

When Riddle turned to face him,Idia wore a painful look on his face as if he was pleading for the words to not escape Riddle.

The red haired turned back to you, leaning down to push back the bangs obscuring your eyes from meeting his. The gentle scent of floral emitting from him matched well with the softness of his delicate fingers running through your hair, and yet both greatly contrasted the bitter grey in his gaze.

"You're fortunate I dislike seeing my brother displeased,human." He cooed, mockingly. "I'd have you collared and hung otherwise."

Riddle pulled away swiftly when the flames on Idia's hair flickered lightly, a sign of annoyance.

Mean while, you tried swallowing the immense fear in your throat to make way for the words you've wanted to pour out ever since you were captured. Alas, it seemed as if someone had sewn your own will too tightly.

"You're going too soft on it" Riddle said after going to Idia's side,the slight aggression in his voice earning a scowl from blue haired male.

"Them. Not it. And if you keep treating them like that they'll refuse to eat"

"If it's not eating, it's barely my fault."

"They'll die,Riddle. And I thought we were supposed to keep them well and alive until their brother gets back with his homage."

"Alive." Riddle said firmly, "The well part is only because you like them."

The accusation brought colour to his cheeks and Idia found his tongue betraying him when it refused to utter proper words. Riddle looked to the hunched over form of the unfortunate human they were responsible for looking after and sighed. Bringing up his index finger to rub the side of his temple.

"It's decaying. How could you even stand near it? Let alone find it pleasing to watch over?"

"You don't know." Idia said simply, and though he was frowning, Riddle caught the nostalgic look in his eyes.

Years together, and Riddle still couldn't really figure his brother out. He was closer to Idia than he was with the rest of his brothers,but the way Idia held certain things with such sentiment gave Riddle a headache. To think someone of nobility like his brother would go soft for something as meager as a human...He was going to have tea after this, that would clear his head.

But that was later. Now, he needed to make sure, as Idia had stated multiple times, that their human wouldn't die.

***

The cold water that splashed ontop of your head and trailed down the rest of your body made you shiver and flinch as the wounds on your wrist hissed at the sudden exposure.

The small, encircling, faeries dusted in the pale colour of blue giggled at your reaction, never once stopping to ask you if the water bothered you. Water Fairies... You've only ever heard of them in stories your mother told you before you slept, but now for the past two months, they were the ones keeping your body clean.

Your gaze dropped to your bare feet soaked in the wooden basin you bathed in, and the memories of when you were free brought tears to your eyes. Before you actually realized it, you were crying. Tears uncontrollably slipping through your eyes like rain dripping in-between the creaks of a broken roof. Your body trembled and despite the soreness of your limbs, you hunched over to hug your knees. The water Fairies, continued their job, carelessly oblivious to your sorrows.

You didn't even noticed Idia entering the room until his panicked voice broke through the silence and a pair of his hands gripped your shoulders.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He sounded worried, hasty even. The water Fairies giggled, splashing the water from your bath playfully as if to greet the young male but when he lifted his gaze towards them, the gold in his eyes flared like fire and within seconds you heard the small cries of pain elicited by the water Fairies before, one by one, Idia's fire engulfed them all.

"They're gone now" He said, cupping your tear stained face clumsily in his hands. "They won't hurt you again. I swear."

He wasn't expecting a 'Thank you' or a grateful smile or even your body welcoming him in an embrace, even if he did craved those things from you, but Idia also didn't expect for your hands to push him away so vigorously. As if by his touch alone he had made you feel disgusted.

His gaze was wide when it met yours,a tinge of hurt lingering in them but when Riddle entered the room then, it vanished and Idia looked away from you.

"What happened here? Why are you on the floor—" Riddle let common sense piece up the scenes together and when it did, the annoyance In his demeanor shifted to anger.

"Get up,Idia. You'll need a change of clothes,Azul is already downstairs,have him help you."

Idia got up without a word and when the door vanished the moment he went through it, dread settled into the room like a plague.

"I don't know how many times I've said it" Riddle started,looming over your bared body still sitting in the basin.

"But you should consider yourself lucky I'm neither Leona or Azul. They would've given you nothing to wear and tossed you out naked."

You didn't dare meet his gaze then but Riddle made you to by placing his thumb underneath your chin and slowly lifting it up.

"I wanted you dead,you know. After all, what your foolish brother did was unforgivable. Mindlessly slaughtering the creature our mother raised on her own as the family's protector..." He jerked your chin back with a flick, his every action a sting of aggression. "I've always felt my own brothers were a handful" Riddle looked you right in the eyes then before he laughed, "But now that I've seen yours,I'm grateful. Very unfortunate for you though"

"Why are keeping me like this?" The words came in a whisper but Riddle caught it and he arched both his brows as if he was impressed you could actually talk.

"You're not an idiot" He said "You heard me perfectly well."

"Yes,I heard you...but why? I don't understand." Slowly, your eyes began to burn with an ignition of life, and for once, Riddle did find it pleasing to look at you.

"What difference does it make if you did? The situation here is very clear. Your brother,an arrogant hunter, thought he'd be doing the world a favour by intruding into my family's ancient lands and arousing the beast that protects it,killing it in the end. I'll admit,it's no small feat, and he does have an ounce of talent in his veins but he's done wrong by us," Riddle's voice shifted into a drawl, gaze darkening, "And perhaps he should've think twice before angering us Faefolk."

"But why am I the captive?" You were almost screaming, your throat coarse and dry it hurt to even utter the words, but it was unfair. Why was it you had to pay for the fault of a man you weren't even related to by blood. With the little energy you had left, you stood on your trembling legs, not caring that your naked body was in full display to the red haired who all but stared at you in bewilderment.

"I'm not to blame. I take no responsibility for the death of your creature. If it's vengeance you want then maybe giving me a sword would suit better."

Riddle's rage glimmered in his eyes.

"You're challenging me?"

"No." You said. "I'm offering to give you the head of the man who dishonoured your family, Fae."