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tinylittlepolly · 3 months

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The Giant, The Borrower, and The Wall (g/t story)

In a small apartment room with little complexity to it, lives a human named Manny, alone. He spends most of his time at his job trying to make ends meet, only being home for hours at a time, most of which are spent asleep. He never brought anyone home like friend or family. He always had difficulties speaking to other people. No matter what he tried, any time he had to start a conversation he just… froze up. Scared that what he might say might offend or annoy anyone he was speaking to, Manny chose a life of loneliness.

Little did Manny know, this life of loneliness he’s lead for many years was always spent with another close by. Behind the wall, opposite to his bed, was a hidden compartment that the landlord of the apartment had never told Manny about. It was a small gap that couldn’t be used for much, and as such it was swiftly forgotten about, with only one person knowing of its existence.

This person was a little borrower, no taller than a teacup, who had made the space his living quarters. Much like the giant, he spent most of his time sleeping in his room, though the borrower had no ends to make meet, only needing food and water to keep living. The borrower was not a social one. They had always had difficulties speaking to other people. Even when meeting other borrowers before moving into this small room, no matter what they tried, they just… froze up. Scared that what they might say could very well mean the end of their cozy little life, the borrower chose a life of loneliness, living in the walls of this small apartment.

The borrower got by quite well, only leaving their room when certain that the giant had left. This was always very clearly announced by the loud *THUD* made by the giant’s big steps through the house, sending vibrations through their whole body, followed by the loud *CHUNK * the walls made, followed by silence. They knew this was the time to get some food, with the giant often being away for hours at a time.

They’d only take small things, piece by piece only when needed. One of those big, orange, curly, and salty things from the crinkly blue bag with the shiny grey inside, one of those big, brown, chunk-filled discs that were both crunchy and chewy… The borrower never got to choose what he ate, but he didn’t dislike any of the foods the giant brought with him. It seemed the two had very similar tastes, much to the delight of the small borrower, having a full meal from what the giant would consider not much more than a small snack.

The borrower made great efforts to avoid the giant, always making sure their presence went unnoticed. Any bag they’d taken food from, they’d close back up, including any drawers or pouches. If some crumbles from the brown disks got on the floor, they’d climb down to clean them up. Manny didn’t realize it, but he had a very tiny, yet very efficient cleaner living in his house cleaning up after themselves. The borrower knew not to interact with or get noticed by the giant. Even though as far as giants go the giant was quite short, he was still so much bigger than the borrower… Compared to someone that big they’re nothing more than an ant, the borrower thought to themselves. A being that big means nothing but danger.

Anytime the giant came back from the outside, he'd always be grumpy and sleepy. Bags under his eyes bigger than the borrower themselves, wearing some grey outfit with a red line hanging from his neck, which he always wore when going outside. The giant would always go into the room with the white walls and weird chair, spit into a bowl and go to bed. Sometimes the giant came home holding their head, which seemed to be solved after they took some pills, also from the white room. In any case, after he left the white room and headed to bed, the borrower knew they were free to leave the room again, although the giant never seemed to stay asleep for long.

This life was simple, but the borrower was happy. They didn’t know if they could say the same for the grumpy giant, but it didn’t seem like he minded the little guy taking some food every now and then. Or at least, the giant never seemed to talk much while he was at home, aside from the occasional annoyed grumble when getting home or while sleeping, although the borrower did sometimes hear the giant talking to someone in the white room, despite only them and the giant being home.

The borrower started out only leaving the room during the day, while the giant was away, though they did eventually build up the courage to leave the room at night, while the giant was asleep. One night in particular was one that would forever change both their lives. The borrower had woken up in the middle of the night, holding their head and wincing in pain as their head felt like it was splitting apart. They were barely awake, it hurt to even keep their eyes open, not that it mattered considering their vision wasn’t much more than a blur at this point. Their whole body was heating up, they started to have difficulty breathing and knew their situation was dire.

Despite the pain coursing through their head, the borrower remembered the giant often came home holding his head in pain, taking pills in the white room to solve it before going to sleep. The borrower didn’t know what was happening to them, but they knew to move fast.

The borrower made their way to the white room, pitter pattering across the floor, tiny step by tiny step making progress towards what felt so far away, yet so close. The moment they reached the white room, they started using whatever strength they had left to climb up towards the cupboard that held the pill bottle, struggling with every grab on the wall’s tiling to make progress but knowing that stopping now would have fatal consequences. The borrower prayed with all they had they would make it back safely, and the pill bottle was finally in sight…

The little explorer tumbled about, with little to no strength left, desperately trying to reach the bottle of pills before it was too late… only to feel a cold shiver running down their spine, followed by a small *thud*.

They passed out right before reaching their goal, leaving their life up to fate.

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It was the start of the next day. Manny woke up as the sun rose with a splitting headache, as per usual. He got up to get dressed and headed to the bathroom to take some medicine for his headache to get ready for another day of work. “Alright, 6 hours at the grocery store, 3 hours at the customer service, 1 hour power nap, and then- “

As he was quietly talking to himself and entered the bathroom, one thing particularly stuck out to him. On the sink laid what seemed to be a small figurine, curled up in a fetal position. He didn’t remember leaving anything of the sort there, nor was he the type to collect figurines in the first place. He approached the sink to pick up the small figurine only to realize... The “figurine” was breathing. Its small body, even smaller than Manny’s hand, was breathing. Its face was red. It looked like it was in pain.

Manny realized… this was not a figurine. Far from it.

This was a living being.

Manny gently and carefully touched the tiny person laying on his sink, recognizing their pain from the headaches he always had. He felt a subtle warmth, though he could feel it was slowly fading. The borrower was dying. Manny quickly grabbed the medicine he’d always use for his headaches and ran to the kitchen. He grabbed a fork and quickly broke the small pill into tiny pieces that could fit in the borrower’s mouth, hastily pushing some into it, hoping he still had a chance at saving them.

Every second felt like a minute, time dragging on as the giant stared down at the scared tiny fighting for their life. The tiny borrower winced in pain, holding their head and curling up into a ball. After a few moments, it seemed the fear and pain had subsided somewhat. The borrower’s body wasn’t as tensed up anymore, and their hands slowly lowered from their head to the ground.

With the tiny person seemingly feeling better and falling asleep, Manny remembered his job starting soon. He’d forgotten all about it with the chaotic beginning to his day, but he couldn’t just leave this tiny creature laying on the kitchen sink… Manny hastily yet carefully moved the borrower to his bed, put a potato chip and a bottle cap full of water next to the now asleep borrower, and made sure to lock the door before taking his medicine and leaving for work. He’d have a lot to think about during this shift.

#g/t story #sfw g/t #borrower #giant tiny #g/t #size difference #story #first story so be nice (but also give feedback) please!!#i'll probably continue this if people like it idk

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suck4angststory · 2 years

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One shot: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Flight 435

Warning: Just some Fluff with Bradley. English is my second language. Feel free to give me a comment about my writing and grammar mistakes. I saw a TikTok video where the pilot surprised his mom on the aircraft, and that inspire me to make this.

Author Note: If you want to be tagged just let me know in the comment. I can't reply to any of your comments because it's sideblog. But I really thankful for your comments and responds.

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Summary: Bradley got surprised on his forty years old birthday.

Bradley walked through the hall searching for his seat on this aeroplane. His phone was in his hand with the screen on and a FaceTime on with a little girl wearing a tiara and pink gown displayed on it. He looked at his plane ticket in the other hand and read his seat number. He looked around and spotted his seat, he walked past passengers that putting their bags into the compartments. He muttered sorry every time he accidentally bumped into them.

He let out a sigh when he was finally seated. He raises his phone to his face and smile at his five years old daughter smiling at him with two missing teeth. "daddy's on the plane now, princess"

"Okay daddy, I miss you, and have a safe flight" he yelled and kiss the phone. Bradley smiled and blow her a kiss with his fingers. "I miss you too baby, waited for daddy okay, and be good for your Nana," he said to her. A sixty years old woman appeared behind her, your mother, bend down to level the phone. "Don't worry, hun. She's in a safe place" she smiled and kiss Layla's cheek.

"Take care of your brother too" Bradley pointed to the two years old boy that playing with an F-18 toy behind her.

"Okay daddy" she nodded. Your mother appeared again with a bowl of fruit in her hand. "Have a safe flight, hun" she waved at him

"Thanks, mom" Layla bid goodbye and Bradley ended up the called.

When you two begin dating and told your mom, she insisted Bradley call her mom instead of her real name. She said because Bradley will gonna be her son-in-law and he should get used to calling her mom. At first, you laugh at her and tell her to stop embarrassing herself. But Bradley give your mother a knowing smile and she winked at him, she knows what Bradley planned for you.

He rest his head on the headrest behind him and closed his eyes waiting for the takeoff. He just got back from deployment and he is now on his way to visit his children at your mother's house in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

You and Bradley met twenty years ago through one of your mutual friends, you're two years younger than him. You didn't begin dating after that, it took you two five years to announce you like each other and just five months for Bradley to declare his love for you. A year after that, Bradley proposed to you and you married two months later in a small winter wedding in your mother's backyard.

Now you've been married for twelve years and have been blessed with a daughter and son. While Bradley worked as a Naval Fighter Pilot, you worked as a pilot for commercial aircraft. When you two decide to have a child, your mother is very happy to step up to help you two so you still can do your job and so does Bradley. After Adam, your youngest was born, you decided to step aside for flying the plane, but after just two months at home, your butt is itchy to go back to the pilot seat. Your mother and Bradley support you to go back and she'll be happy to take care of her grandchildren. She's been alone since your father died when you still taking flight school. She never remarried and it was just you two after that. After you married, Bradley took you with him to Virginia to live with him leaving your mother alone in Wisconsin. You suggest her to move in with you but she said she can't leave the house where she and the love of her life build a life and share many memories.

Now, whenever Bradley got Deployment and you have a flight to do, your mother gonna take your children to Wisconsin with her until one of you got back from your job. You like that because it makes your children get to know their grandmother and your mother will get company so she'll not be alone anymore.

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Now Bradley just got back from deployment, the last time he saw you were three months ago. A month ago you called him and telling him you have a flight to do and your mother take the kids with her.

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He called you last night and told you he got back and decide to visit the children, he asked you to come with him but you can't because you still have a flight to Berlin before joining him. You booked him a single flight to Wisconsin.

He frowned when you told him you can't join him. He didn't like that, but he understands your job, so he wishes you a good day and a safe flight. But actually, you have something waiting for him on the plane.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, today I'm gonna be your pilot for Flight 435 from San Diego to Milwaukee. Before we take off, I have some announcements to make." A female voice-filled speaker on this aircraft, Bradley open his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. The voice sound familiar but he can't place who she was.

"First, we are gonna layover to Denver International Airport before continuing our flight to Milwaukee. Second, please listen to the Cabin Crew for your safety and the behalf of other passengers on this aircraft." The voice continues.

"Lastly, I need you to turn on seat 35C," some of the passengers in the same hall with Bradley begin to turn their heads to him, even the person that sat next to him. Bradley looked at them with wide eyes, confused and wondering.

"a Navy soldier that has been serving this country for fourteen years. He's my husband and he's turning forty today, thank you for your service to this country honey, and thank you for being a loving husband and great father for Adam and Layla. Happy Birthday, " Bradley broke into a smile and covered his face with his hand, flustered and surprised. Passengers begin to clap and cheer for him. Some of them even came to congratulate him and wish him a happy birthday.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if you may, you can stand on your seat and sing happy birthday with me for him" a happy birthday song begins to play on the speaker and passengers and the cabin crew begin to sing and you came out behind the curtain with a chocolate cake on your hand. On top of the cake, it was candles with the number forty already lit up.

You sing happy birthday while walking to him, your co-pilot, Brandon behind you bringing a bouquet of flowers and a Rooster balloon. He said they'll suit Bradley for the gift. Some of the passengers begin to open their phones to record the moment.

Bradley stand up and placed his hand on his mouth, still shocked and in disbelief. He looked at you with wide eyes, "Happy Birthday, my love. Make a wish first" you said to him. He was still in disbelief and just shook his head. He removed his hand from his mouth and you take the cake closer to his face. He closes his eyes to make a wish and blow out the candle, Brandon then throws the confetti to Bradley. You shoot him looked "you cleaned that up" he gives you a toothy grin and apologized.

You give the cake to the cabin crew and she takes it to the back. "Wow, Thankyou honey, but how? You said you have a flight to Berlin" he asked, his cheeks red from flustered.

You shrug and give him a knowing smile "I'm the one who booked you a ticket remember", Bradley leaned closer and hug you. "Thank you, honey, I love you" you hug him back and he buries his face in your neck.

"Happy Birthday my love. Thank you for being with me until this time" you muttered to his neck, Bradley then pull you away from him and looked at your eyes. "There's nowhere I wanna be beside your side, honey" he leaned down to kiss you and the passengers and cabin crew begin to cheer.

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When you landed at Milwaukee Airport, Bradley waited for you at the exit door. He is greeted by your cabin crew when they pass by him. He smile politely at them and looked in the exit hall for your feature.

When he spotted you with your cap on, he smile so bright and already fixing his coat. It's almost winter in Wisconsin and he can't wear his signature Hawaiian shirt while in here.

"Hey honey" he greeted you and scoop you in his arms. Your luggage was abandoned on your side when you threw your arms on his neck. He lifts you a few feet from the floor and squeezes your waist.

"I love you so much" he muttered and kiss your neck, you giggle and kiss his neck too "I love you too so much my love". He pulls away from the hug and tucks you closer into his arms, he placed his arm around your shoulder and you place yours on his waist.

"I think your mom already waiting for us," he told you, you nodded to him and give his lips a peck. He takes your luggage and takes them with him. You walked toward the entrance way and spotted your mother and your two children waiting for you two. You have a special gift for Bradley in here.

"Daddy.." Layla spotted Bradley first when you two just step out from the exit door. She run from your mother's side and threw herself at Bradley that already kneeling when he saw her running.

He picks her up to his arms and she buries her face in his neck "Princess, I miss you"

"I miss you too, Daddy" she nuzzles on Bradley's neck.

"So you don't miss mommy?" You fake pouted to her. Layla lift her head from Bradley's neck and looked at you with wide eyes.

"No, I miss mommy too" she then extended her arms for you to pick her up from Bradley. You smile and pick her up from Bradley. She burry her face into your neck and circle her arms around your neck, you kiss her hair and Bradley kisses her temple.

You all continue your walk to your mom that already waiting with Adam in her arms beside her car.

"Hey, buddy" Bradley leave your side and ran to Adam with your luggage in his hand. He stops in front of your mom and takes Adam from her.

"Oh I miss you, buddy" he blew raspberry to his cheek which make him giggle.

You embrace your mom with Layla still in your arms "hey mom" she pats your back "hey darling". She pulls away and places her hands on your biceps, squeezing them "Are you okay?".

"Just a bit tired" you give her a tired smile. "Here, let me take Layla" she try to take Layla but Layla tightened her grip on your neck.

"It's okay, mom, I'm fine." You reassured her.

"WHAT!? NO WAY" you hear Bradley shriek when he read Adam's shirt. He looked shocked and his eyes double size. He looked at you with mouth agape "honey, is-is- is it true?" He stuttered, you turn to him and give him a knowing smile.

"Adam's gonna be a big brother?" He asked still shocked. You nodded.

"Big brother" Adam throws his arms in the air and giggles happily.

He then walked to you and hug you, squeezing Layla between your arms in the process "oh, I'm so happy. This is the best gift ever" he muttered on your hair.

"Daddy, I can't breath" Layla push Bradley's chest away.

"Oh sorry princess," he then steps aside to stand beside you and kiss your temple. "Thank you, honey, for making me a father again" he muttered on your hair. He placed his arm around your shoulder.

"Guys looked at here" your mom pointed the camera at you. You rest your head on Bradley's shoulder, Layla in your arms wearing your pilot hat and giving the camera a toothy smile, while Adam is in Bradley's arms playing with Bradley Henley's shirt button with his shirt written ' Big Brother.'

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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{Fascination Street, The Cure}

Program: Halloween night invites trick and treats of all kinds. Though the small town of Hawkins still celebrates, the reigning fear of the past four years of murder cannot be forgotten. Absolutely smitten by his partner, Steve hopes to spend a sweet night alone together at his house. However, the night takes a turn when things get too freaky.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Slasher, GN! Reader

Genre: Angst, Horror/Slasher

Warnings: Character death, Couple of swears, Suggestive content (Make out and Straddling, nothing else), Knives, Inflicting pain onto character

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Length: 3120w

Counselor Note: Happy Halloween! Stay safe, campers. I got inspired by my watching of Halloween II tonight and thought why not try it. I'll edit in sometime this week.

The cool air bites against the window panes as the wind hollers outside. Wreathes of fake, festive foliage decorate the inside of the windows to celebrate autumnal spirits. Pristine pumpkins and vases of preserved flowers adore the Harrington household, providing the only seasonal homeliness as the owners attend Hawkins’ Halloween banquet.

Curling his finger around the telephone cord, Steve gnaws on his bottom lip while turning the call dial. He shifts his weight and bounces on his feet as the static is soon replaced with the automated dial tone. Excitement kisses the back of his neck, and his hair on the back of his neck stands up when he hears a familiar click on the other end of the line.

“Hello,” your voice comes across crackly, but still causes an eruption of butterflies in his stomach.

“Hi ya, sweetheart,” Steve calls out and leans against the wall next to the receiver. “ I was wondering what you were up to this Hallow’s Eve”. A boyish grin spreads across his face when you respond with light laughter.

“Well, I was thinking of going to Tammy’s party,” you mused, “but I heard that my favorite boy wasn’t going to be there”.

Steve’s heart races at your pet name for him. It skips a beat when he pictures the faux pout on your face. Coughing over his small stutter, “Miss me that much, huh? Just couldn’t get me out of your pretty little head”.

“Steve,” you whine in protest.

The grins on his face tightens with a sting, and he feels electric hearing that you’ve missed him. “Why don’t you come over, hm?” he asks. “Kill two birds with one stone”.

Your chuckle crackles over the phone, “And, what would be the second bird then?”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Steve’s voice hushes as he leans closer into the phone, as if he were speaking to you in person. “I probably miss you more than you miss me. So hurry on over- it’s just me tonight. Parents are out with the Wheelers for some benefit banquet, so it’ll be the two of us. I’ll leave the candy bowl outside, and we can enjoy some alone time”.

His heart pounds against his ribs as anticipation hangs in the air alongside the telephone static. Fidgeting with the phone cord, he shifts his weight to his other foot and waits. The kitchen clock’s ticking hits his ears in shrill alarm.

“I’ll be there in twenty,” your giddy voice eagerly breaks the silence, “I have a little surprise for you that I need to get ready”.

As soon as the call disconnects, Steve stumbles into action and hastily grabs the candy bowl from the counter. Running into the living room, he races into the side table by the door and scrawls a candy limit note before tripping onto the front stoop to leave it.

Just as Steve dances through his house to get ready with a skip in his step, you grab your worn knapsack and gather your supplies for tonight’s chilling evening.

Excitement shivers down your spine as you hold up your knife to make sure it’s clean from your last Halloween celebration. The ridged wood handle feels smooth to the touch as your fingers trail down the edge and trace the four carved notches on the side. Carefully placing it in the side compartment in your bag, you then reach into the nighttable’s draw to grab your polaroid camera and put it on the bottom with your leather jacket shoved on top. Your eyes scan your room looking for anything that might come in handy, but confidence tingles in your veins. Biting your lip, the bubbling glee of tonight’s festivities warms your body. You snag the carabiner of keys off its hook by the door of your room. Latching it on one of the jean’s belt loops, the lucky rabbit’s foot sways with every step you take down the stairs and past the front door. A pair of handcuffs dangle on the opposite of your pants from your belt and reflect off your home’s porch light.

The cool autumn air stings your cheeks as you stride to your car, but it doesn’t diminish the gleaming smile on your face. Knocks on neighborhood doors and choruses of trick or treaters fill the night in a delightful cacophony. Rumbling in ignition, your car comes to life as the headlights intrude on the groups of friends and families walking from house to house on the street. Pulling out of your driveway, you weave your way through the crowded roads of Hawkins and make your way to the Harrington household.

You tap your fingers in anticipation against the steering wheel as you park behind Steve’s shiny, new BMW. Before you can even cut the ignition, you see the front door open out of the corner of your eye. Reigning in the sickening sneer threatening to slip over your smile, you pull your keys and grab your bag. Thrill tingles the back of your neck as you get out of the car, and your heart thumps with the shut door. Your eyes never leave Steve’s glowing face as you lurk toward him. Not a single look of concern passes his face as he watches you draw near and join him on the small stoop.

“Hi ya, lover boy,” you hum and rest your hand on his hip. Your heart melts at the soft look he gives you with the new pet name. Guilt nips at the back of your mind, but the boiling sting of excitement washes it away.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve mumbles and presses a cheeky, chaste kiss to your temple. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he leads you through the front door. Glowing string lights outline the living room and deep red curtains block out the streetlights. “Mind locking the door for me? I made some popcorn for us if you're interested,” he smiles sweetly back at you and turns to walk into the kitchen. With almost a disappointed look on your face, you watch his back retreat further into the house as you twist the lock with your shirt sleeve.

Your gaze locks onto the TV program that illuminates the room as you settle into the couch. Your knapsack makes it home next to your relaxed leg leaning against the couch. Ears twitching at the sound of faint footsteps, you decide not to acknowledge his presence. The quiet thud off to the side table registers in your head. Faking concern about the new report, you don’t look away from the TV. A red headline scrolls across the screen, “ Stay alert and on guard for the Midnight Slasher”.

“Didn’t see the slasher out in the streets, did ya?” Steve jokes and lightly digs his fingers into your waist. You’re jostled around on the couch as his weight causes you to half land on his lap. A small screech breaks past your lips as you jolt with faux fright.

“Steve,” you gasp, “That’s not funny”. His chuckles put your jittering nerves at ease, but the adrenaline simmers in your veins.

“I’m sorry,” he teases as he moves his arm up to rest against your shoulders. Pulling you in close, Steve’s eyes glow from the background light as they peer into your own. His breath tickles your lips as he leans forward to brush his lips gently against your own. Pressing into his embrace, you close the small gap between the two of you.

Steve’s hands tug you closer to him when you pull away quickly to catch your breath. His honey eyes peer at you through a hazy gaze as you push him fully onto the couch. Watching his head softly bounce against the cushion and the blissful euphoria starts to distract him, you nudge your knapsack closer. With a knock from your foot, it falls to its side and the unbuckled top flap spills open. Ready for easy access.

“This wouldn’t happen to be the start of my surprise, would it,” Steve smirks up at you as you straddle his lap. His hisses at the friction from both your jeans cause, but a different growing frenzy sparks inside you.

Leaning into his face, you hover above his lips, “It’s going to be a night you’ll never forget, Steve. It’ll go down in history”. As he leans up to reconnect your lips and pulls your body against his, you rest one hand against his shoulder to hold him in place. Slipping your other hand to your waist, you unlatch the handcuffs from your belt and drag the open latch against his wrist bone.

The cold metal sends a jolt through his entire body as he moves just out of your intoxicating kiss. His eyes widen in a sense of clarity when he locks onto the shining cuff in your hand. Unable to move his gaze, a sense of apprehension alarms Steve. He darts his tongue against his suddenly dry lip, “Little freaky for our first time”. Steve’s eyes dart to your own gleaming look, and a sense of unease floods over his system.

“Come one, Steve,” your soft voice all too tempting to Steve’s ears. You watch with care the thoughts running past his eyes and know to tread slowly. Pressing your chest against his own, you feel the gulp Steve takes as his eyes follow your movements. The buzz of pursuit begins to prick at your skin. “It’s Halloween. Where’s your festive spirit? Look, we’ll even use a safe word to stop. Alright? We won’t do anything you don’t want to”.

Hesitation softens his expression, before Steve breaths out a sigh and nods. “Yeah, alright,” he laughs, “How about ‘killer’ for the safe word”.

“Perfect,” you breathe out and press a chaste kiss to his lips. Moving his hands away from your waist, you hook the cuffs onto his wrists and rest them on his stomach.

As you trail your lips down his neck, Steve cocks his head in confusion. His voice strains when he asks, “What about my shirt?”

Moving up to the corner of his mouth, you place a light kiss. You feel the blooming heat from his cheeks and smile pulling at his lips. “Do you trust me?” you whisper. The hand on his shoulder grasping slightly tighter as you teeter, waiting for his response. Your other drops to the side and grips the cushion seam.

Steve’s beautiful, brown eyes meet your own with an adoring expression. His plush lips tug into a tender smile. “Whole heartedly,” he lovingly confides.

Almost as if consumed by the building tension, all emotion snaps inside you. You swoop your head, and your lips meet in a frenzied clash. Teeth nipping at parted lips. Steve’s moans rumble from his chest as your breathing grows heavy. The air in the room sits in a thick blanket.

Moving your body to lay completely on his body, your hand reaches into your knapsack’s open pouch. Your chest burns with passion as Steve’s desperate pleas ring in your ears, and you grab the familiar ridged, knife handle.

In a flash you pull back from Steve’s luscious whines, and with one hand you tug the hem of his shirt up just past his cuffed hands. The armed hand comes over and cuts the shirt open with ease. As the blade grows closer to Steve’s face, you watch in giddy fascination as his eyes widen in fearful realization. The knife’s tip catches on his shirt’s collar, and you feel Steve’s breath still. With one final tug it snaps free, and the knife slices a small cut across his chin.

“Color?” you rasp as your chest heaves. The burning flood of excitement begins to break your last resolve.

“Yellow,” Steve looks at you in slight fear. “What the actual fuck,” he spits out. He tries to shift you off his lap with his hands. Realization clicks when his eyes lock onto the gleaming metal secured around his wrists.

“Shame,” your drawl out in a disappointed tone, “I was hoping it was red. No worries, we’ll get there soon”. Clamping your thighs and holding yourself, you keep your balance as Steve tries to thrash you off him.

In a painfully grip, you hold onto Steve’s shoulder and raise your other arm up. The knife gleams from the television light as you swing it down towards his chest. Your chest stings in thrill as you watch Steve’s panicked expression melt into fear. A twisted smile of delight breaks your sweet facade.

Pushing his hips up into your own, Steve can only hear the drumming of his heart. He uses one elbow to hastily support himself and tilts his hip up to throw you off him onto the floor. Steve’s body follows your own as he uses the momentum to try to escape from the couch.

With the sudden movement your body shifts as you’re jostled onto the ground with Steve falling after you. Instead of landing in his chest, the knife lodges into Steve’s shoulder as he tumbles off the couch. A wave of dizziness clouds you, but you quickly shake free of it. Moving fast, you hop up on your feet and shove your foot onto his chest as he struggles to push past the pain.

His groan falls mute against the static news report and children squealing behind the door. Bending down, you grab the knife and pull it with force.

“Fuck,” Steve cries out. Pain twists his face. His hands latch onto your ankle trying to shove your foot off.

Pressing harder onto his chest, his shouts sound like music to your ears. The symphony comes to a crescendo with a snap of his ribs. You look down at the writhing man as you move your foot off his chest and to his other side.

Blood gushes in a frenzy from the bubbling wound. Sweat trickles down his temple. Adrenaline makes his big, brown eyes blown out. Steve Harrington has to be the most breathtaking victim you’ve set your sight on.

As you look down at him in fascination, you wet your lips as he starts to kick himself away from you. Not even concerned, you bring your foot up and slam it down on his knee. A sickening crack echoes in the room as his scream reverberates through the house. He could have looked so good on the big screen with Myers if he didn’t catch your eye first.

“No one’s going to come for you,” your voice calmly breaks past the clashing orchestra.

“There’re people outside,” Steve whimpers and pushes closer to the door to his back, “They’ll hear me. You made a mistake choosing such a popular night and crowded neighborhood. Someone will come”. Taking a desperate look behind his shoulder, Steve shoves closer to the door and reaches up for the handle.

“Oh, lover boy,” you sing.

His eyes flash to meet your electrictric gaze.

“Don’t you remember?” you ask in fascination.

At the sight of his confused look warping into panic, an amused laugh spills past your lips.

“You asked me to lock the door,” you bark out with a laugh of disbelief.

You throw yourself onto him in an outburst of adrenaline. Bringing your arm down in a flurry, the sweet smell of iron overwhelms your senses. Your eyes dart down to the wound in Steve’s torso. His hands grip onto your wrist in a whit knuckled grip as the two of you struggle against each other’s hold. Blood pools out of the shallow wound, but with every grapple it deepens. Inch by inch.

“Don’t you trust me, Steve?” you growl and push your weight harder onto his injured leg.

A howl of agony wracks Steve’s throat, and he brings his other leg over to push you off. Gulping any air he can, Steve tries to pull himself over to the stairs. Every movement sends a searing fire through his body. The carpeted floor pulls at the growing torso wound. His mother is going to be mortified at the stains he’s left behind. A hazy fog sinks into his mind as he keeps his focus on the staircase. Adrenaline seeps out of him, and a blanket of ache and pain weighs down on him. His ears twitch at the sound of your footsteps retreating. A fleeting hope of escape swells in his chest. Only to shatter when the familiar foot fall approaches close behind him.

“Oh, lover boy,” you sigh and turn him on to his back. His glossy eyes meet your doting expression. Standing over him, you bring the polaroid camera up and capture the sweet scene.

“Please,” he breathes out with a sob.

You coo softly at the crying boy. Bringing yourself down, you crouch over him and cross your arms. The tools of your trade dangle in your fingertips.

“Happy Hallow’s Eve, Steve,” you call out softly. Tears stream down his face as you move the knife to rest right above his heart. “You’ll always be my favorite boy,” you promise and push the blade with one final plunge.

Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you watch his body lurch underneath your own. Small twitches shutter through his body. Only after a few minutes, they slow down to a stop. Watching his eyes take in your face, you see the light begin to fade from those honey eyes you’ve come to adore.

Pulling the knife free, you stand up and look at your latest masterpiece. A small tinge of sadness seeps into you knowing that your work is complete. You bring the camera up one more time and frame it to get his whole body in the view. The camera clicks and whirligig gears ring in reality.

As you head over to the couch, you hear the chatter of disappointed children as they realize the candy bowl is empty. The news still plays in the background while you tuck away your knife and pull on your jacket. Even though blood clothes are a pretty common costume, the difference between real and fake blood is apparent enough. Void of any emotion, you pull your knapsack onto your shoulder and head towards the front door.

“Though we haven’t gotten any reports of the Midnight Slasher tonight, do not let your guard down. We hope that the four year streak of terror has come to a close, but until we know for certain- keep your doors locked and a form of protection near by,” the static news broadcast plays in the background.

Stepping over your victim’s legs, you unlock the front door with your jacket sleeves and step onto the front stoop. Without sparing a look, you close the door to the Harrington household.

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@my-my-only-angel @hellfiresangel @staygoldwriting @soph69420world @gathered-moss @once-upon-an-imagine

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ranveer--singh · 1 year

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 6 ~ Ari Levinson fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari's alarm rang, making him moan as the noise was too loud. He yawned, getting up and rubbing his eyes walking towards the bathroom. He had a massive headache and quickly showered, brushed his teeth before making a strong cup of coffee.

20 minutes later he was sitting in his car driving to work, there was so much traffic all the horn sounds were making his head hurt. While sitting in traffic, he opened the glove compartment and took two ibuprofen and downed the last of his coffee.

Shortly after, he arrived at the university. Ari parked his car, grabbing his bag and ID, putting on his sunglasses before walking in. He scanned his ID, going through the barriers and rushed straight to the staff room for another cup of coffee.

He poured himself a large mug of coffee, taking his sunglasses off and walked over to Steve, Jenson, Andy, Clark and Frank who all stood near the vending machine. He said his hello looking at everyone just staring at him. Steve broke the silence and spoke,

"How did the wife take it that you came home drunk," Steve said, patting his back and getting Ari to choke on his coffee.

"What? I'm not married. What are you talking about," Ari said, his eyes widened looking at the men all shocked.

"So who was the lady who kept calling you last night then," Jenson said curiously, thinking he would have a shot with her. Ari grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the calls from last night, and blushed.

"Look he is blushing just thinking of her," Frank said, making the others chuckle.

"Yeah Ari tell us who she is," Steve said, elbowing Ari.

"It's no one guys, just a friend," Ari said not wanting to talk about this anymore.

"Was it the girl you were moaning in your sleep," Jensen said, making Ari quirk an eyebrow at him.

"What, when did I do that," Ari said, confused about the whole situation. Jensen took his phone out and played a video of Ari sleeping in the back of the car and August holding his head up, you can hear him moan her name. Ari blushed, wanting to disappear into a black whole, while few of the others laughed.

"Oh no, Ari has a crush," Colin and Jensen said in unison, making Ari again blush, his feelings for Nadfy growing stronger.

"So Ari who is she, if she is not your wife. We are all friends here," Frank said.

"She is just a friend, I met her at the train station on my first day to work. The way she walked onto the platform, her hair blowing in the wind. It took my breath away,"

"You are in love, you are in love," Clark sang, and everyone chuckled singing along.

"No guys, stop it" he said, wanting to hide away from the rowdy schoolboy kids who are professors. The university bell rang, and most of the teachers left to go teach while Ari and Andy had the first period off so went to the canteen to get some food.

"Everything ok Ari," Andy said sitting down with a bowl of chaat in front of him.

"Kinda man, you know Maddy. You know the girl you met at the clothes shop. I like her a lot," Ari quickly said, taking a few gulps of his coffee.

"That's nice, have you asked her out," Andy said after taking another spoonful of chaat in his mouth.

"No man, what if she will reject me," Ari said, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't think she will, why don't you try," Andy said, letting Ari try some of the chaat.

"Andy, can I ask about your love story," Ari said, seeing a huge smile across Andy's face.

"Of course you can, we have been married for 4 years this Saturday. I met her at a Gujarati festival navratri 6 years ago. My close friends where all going to this festival and wanted me to join them. I was reluctant at first but then putting the Indian outfit on and learning dandiya with my friends was so fun. I saw Y/N dance, doing all those intricate moves that mesmerized me. I even asked her to do dandiya with me, at first she said no but later on joined my friends and it was love at first sight," Andy said his heart beating fast and a high grin plastered on his face.

"That all sounds wonderful Andy, what does she do," Ari said watching Andy talk with such joy in his voice.

"She is my cutie 5ft nerd. She is a web designer/coder working for World India, here let me show you some pictures," Andy said, grabning his phone and unlocking it to show Ari pictures of his wife, smiling while explaining each photo.

"She looks beautiful Andy, I want the same with Maddy," he said looking at Andy's smile shutting his phone.

"Ari you like Maddy a lot, I can see from the way you talk about her to me. Ask her out man, if you don't then how will she know you like her," Andy said seeing Ari look nervous and worried.

"I haven't ask out a girl in a long time, what if she says no," Ari said rubbing his eyes, yawning.

"Why don't you facetime her, talk about random things first then tell her you really like her and like to go on a date. See where the conversation goes and take it from there," Andy said, getting up to get a little more chaat.

"If she agrees, any ideas for a first date. I haven't dated anyone in 4 years," Ari said looking at Andy who was willing to help him out.

"You could call her to your place and cook for her. Make something simple and talk about life back home. Make the date comfortable for the both off you," Andy said and Ari nodded his head somewhat agreeing to what he said.

"What shall I cook her, I'm not a great cook you know," Ari said scratching the back of his head.

"Simple, let me send you a recipe I made my wife on the first date, it was tacos and she loved it," Andy said smiling at Ari who looked nervous.

"I love tacos, they shouldn't be that hard to make, do send me the recipe," Ari said thinking of making some margaritas to drink.

"Oh and Ari, if you run through any issues, send me a text and my wife and I will come over to help out," Andy said looking at his watch to see it was nearly time for his lesson.

"Oh before we leave to go teach, I have been talking about you a lot to my wife and she would like to invite you over for dinner. If you're free on Thursday evening, I can take you straight after class. She is making her famous Khichdi and Kadhi, you will love it," Andy said and Ari grabbed his phone to look at his calendar to see if he was free and agreed to come over for dinner.

Both of them went opposite directions to their class to start teaching. It was going to be a long day and all Ari could think about was Maddy.

#chris evans #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x poc #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x innocent!reader #andy barber #Andy barber x desi!reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x wife reader #andy barber x oc

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pariahfox · 10 months

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I just almost tipped some frozen strawberries out into a bowl, to add into some soup. That could have been interesting if they'd gone straight into the pot.

To make it even better, I did the same thing with that same bag of berries and a stir fry in the making recently. Maybe I should move it into a different freezer compartment.

#personal

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the-cinnamon-snail · 2 years

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Okay. So the TikTok Doubloon trend. I am going to make a DoubloonSona/TravelerSona, and this is the list of all the items and stuff that I currently have due to the shops and other gifts being given from other travelers and quest givers! I obviously can't fit all of this into one Sona, so some may be left out. But it's the thought that counts.

POSSESSIONS/BELONGINGS:

Clothes:

Bunched up sweater with a fabric crossing over the chest and leaning off onto an arm. Bunched up pants going down into footwear with another price of fabric wrapped and hanging down from two belts. Armor piece on left arm.

Lace Up Boots, Lift feet up a few inches off of the ground. Completely Black, Sorta Clunky.

Binder to wear underneath everything. Because I was given it for free and yes my Sona deserves it.

A nice fancy red shirt, with small ruffles on the lower sleeves. A small clasp on the neck where ruffles lower down from. Button up.

Double buttoned black pants that stretch out at the bottom, meant to be easy to run in.

A belt leading to faded dark green pants that scrunch up and end around the shin area, meant to be worn with boots. Chains from the belt for more style, clinking to avoid animals that may not want to be bothered.

Accessories:

A woven witch hat, black with the colors of blue and magenta and teal wove into it. Curls at the top instead of points, provides great shade, and signals a witch who has potential to be great.

Black cloak that goes down to the footwear, with a hood to cloak the face. Silver clasp across the chest.

Armor (leather?) chest piece, completely black, studded silver clasps to keep everything in place. Padded shoulders and a leather belt to fasten it.

A deep green jacket which is a button and clasp up. Woolen on the inside, very insulated for the warmth, 2 button closed pockets.

A dark blue cloak that is buttoned up, meant to be thrown over the head and cover only a bit down the thighs. Brown outlines and buttons, along with two pockets.

A ring where the gem part opens up, a small place to hide small things, perhaps a crystal.

A pair of green fairy wings earrings, looks a lot like wings, pretty small, perhaps hang from top of cat ears?

A small chain necklace around a black heart stone, the stone being set in a metal holding that looks like wings of a demon curled around it.

A necklace with a glass vial hanging off of it, it is filled with a red liquid and has a small chain of metal fangs hanging off of it. It is either blood or a health potion, more likely the potion.

A brown knitted beanie with two fluff balls hanging down from the sides, along with ear spaces in the beanie.

White hand warmers, made to keep warmth around the hands, also with heart patterns on the back of hands, where warmth radiates from.

Blue warm gloves, buttoned at the bottom so they can't be ripped off, small star patterns.

A crown of the wandering forest, a branch crown with green leaves sprouting out of it, allowing one to pass through nervous trees unseen.

Bags:

A small Doubloon coin bag, always having as many doubloons as needed, if none are needed, the bag is empty. No need to keep track of Doubloons except those given, only to give those away.

A huge leather backpack with 10+ different pockets to keep everything in and secure in place. Straps to go over one's back, and the size of one's back.

A travel bag given by a nice shopkeep, holding food and having a secret compartment for another previously mentioned warm (and dark green) wool jacket.

Another free bag to sling over a shoulder, to hold books and other small items like vials and jewelry.

Food:

Dino Nuggets, Unlimited in a cute little snack sack.

A few loaves of bread, always steamy and warm.

A bag of small brownies, including baked in chocolate chips.

Heart shaped biscuits, along with jam and honey for them.

Small meat pies and other actual foods to keep one full for longer.

Two bundles of mushrooms, tasty even when raw.

A couple of bowl containers holding soups and stews.

Items:

Travelers Notebook, to document travels and spending. Leather bound Journal with clips and instruments used to bind other books.

Unpolished crystals the size of one's hand. Many different crystals. Protection, blunt objects, and for many different spells (and curses.)

Another Notebook to write down wildlife and any other findings one could come across, along with experiences relating to those findings.

Three small patches of the Agender, Aromantic, and Asexual flags. To sew onto jackets, cloaks, or possibly even a bag or two.

A box of very rare cat crystals, not cat shaped, just Cat/Kitty Crystals. Count: 45 small ones. All colors and shapes, about 10 fitting in a hand?

Plushies, Including: Possum with moss on it's back, A small white bunny with a mushroom hat, a black cat with white around one eye and on it's tail with moss on it's lower back, A deer, A mountain goat with black splotches.

Plushie hats, including: A straw hat, a top hat, and a witches hat.

A very fluffy blanket, light gray in color. Can be very very big or just big enough to wrap around oneself, can block out any snow.

Old books and small papers on wisdom of the old when it comes to herbs, in both potions and cooking.

A book documenting mushrooms, all of those to live among the Doubloon world. Whether it be magical, taste good, or be deadly poisonous.

A witchy kit, including a spell book, parchment with spells on them, herbs, vials, ingredients for potions, crystals, jars, necklaces with fortune telling pendants, and any items needed to brew potions like crushers.

A small but long vial filled with glowing blue liquid, the vial wrapped in black metal. Luck Potion.

A circle vial with a cork at the top, and the top wrapped in a leather strip so it's capable to hang off of bags or belts, red liquid with flowers on the inside, Health Potion.

A pack filled with matches, wooden with green tips, meant to start fire that can't be blown out with wind.

A lantern wrapped in green metal as well as actual vines. Bronze holding a circular thing of glass where the light emits from, unable to be snuffed out accidentally, offers protection from creatures of the dark.

Weapons:

Angel Blade (A sword with angel wings on the hilt. Yellow Runes decorate the blade. Can drain someone's life force to heal another.)

Whip Shredder (Sends slashes through the air that cause minimal damage to anything not the target. Deadly should it touch you.)

Regular silver sword with a metal hilt, and the handel being completely black aside from a gold place where one should put their hand.

An enchanted dagger, with a completely golden hilt. The Blade is made out of pure black stone that glows red when in a fight, deals extra damage.

Regular double knives usually fastened against one's belt, ready at a moment's notice to be drawn, silver and an edge at the beginning of the blade, with gold handles.

A regular small blade with a half circle at the bottom of the handle to wrap your fingers around, leather wrapped handle, and a metal blade sharpened to a point with a small red pattern at the bottom, stored on the inside or in a secret pocket of a boot.

Companions:

Moon (White Regular Cat with Brown and Black Splotches. Blue Eyes. Doesn't like people much, But Loves Ear Scratches.)

Ellie (A small white mouse with big black ears. Black circle on her back. Loves Climbing All Around.)

Ocean (A small brown mouse with pink ears and a white splotch down the back of his head. Loves swimming.)

Star Dragon: Ups Navigation All The Way, And Gives Sleepy Cuddles. Dark Blue with light purple chest and wings, which have constellations on them. Star on cheek. Small Dragon.

A Ferret, brown with white face markings, can burrow through snow at a face pace, named Noodle.

A very small yellow and white spider that loves to sit on shoulders, can grab small crystals out of the dirt with ease, as well as scout ahead for warnings.

A giant (like very very big) black dog like wolf, a perfect companion to play with and possibly catch a ride on if needed, He is happy to help on adventures.

A small and baby cow, adorable, and prevents any and all robberies.

A rabbit that can fit in a pocket, luck increase by 25%.

A small frog that likes to sit on heads, his name is Greg.

#tiktok trend thing whatever #DoubloonSona #TravelerSona #Doubloon #DoubloonTok #just posts #character #sorta

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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For the fav fanfic tropes "The fell onto/into eachother" writers ship choice?

When Alex's anxiety got really bad, he started to pace. It didn't... help exactly, but he found that the rapid back and forth tired him out enough for his brain to hate him a little less. But when the 'model strut' started annoying his bandmates, he went for walks.

At first it was just around Julie's neighbourhood, waving at Mrs. Jabowski as she pruned her roses and Mr. Nickols as he washed his car. Dodging the Keller twins as they raced down the sidewalks on their trikes.

Then he started branching out, walking further and further from Los Feliz. Eventually ending up on Hollywood Boulevard. Taking in the cosplayers trying to earn a buck, the stars denoting celebrities from ages past. It was on one such day that he was taking in the Ghostbusters group when he got bowled over by a dude on a skateboard.

"Dude you dinged my board!" the guy whined as they untangled and got up, only a few scrapes worse for the wear.

"I dinged your board?" Alex asked, incredulous. "You ran me over!"

The guy looked up and Alex was sure his jaw dropped. This guy was gorgeous! Even more so when he pulled off his helmet, long hair flipping as the guy gave a bitten off, apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Guess I should look where I'm going from now on to avoid pancaking people huh?" He then offered Alex his hand. "I'm Willie by the way."

"Alex."

"You wanna go get a fro-yo with me? Sort of an apology for falling into you?" Willie offered. Alex nodded, and then smiled wide as Willie took off, making Alex run after his board. It turned out to be a lovely afternoon, and he watched Willie roll away with a sigh afterwards, then cursing himself for not getting Willie's number.

Only, on his next walk, down by Silver Lake, steadfastly avoiding where Reggie's old home had been turned into a bike shop, he once again found himself eating pavement.

"We have got to stop meeting like this," Willie groaned.

"You need to get your eyes checked," Alex snarked, grumbling out a thank you when Willie yanked him up. "Maybe we go get some boba now?"

"I like boba," Willie admitted, blushing as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

"And maybe you'll give me your number afterwards so our next date doesn't come after getting pancaked?" Alex asked.

"Probably for the best," Willie said with a laugh.

Alex stretched as he was finally let out of his cramped airplane seat, wanting so badly out of this cramped tin bucket. "Man I am so glad that flight is over," he moaned.

"Word," Julie said, smiling as he handed her down her bags from the overhead compartment. "Don't know how those doofuses managed to sleep through it," she nodded to where Luke and Reggie were yawning as they got up from their seats.

"The jerks," Alex replied.

"Just the worst," Julie agreed.

"You still love us," Reggie replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Otherwise you wouldn't let us use you as a pillow boss," Luke added, giving her his own peck. "Now let's go home."

They went out to the arrivals gate, Julie, Luke and Reggie rushing to where Ray was waiting with their kids. Alex looked around and then caught a blur of movement before he was knocked to the ground.

"Daddy!"

Alex snuggled into the soft strawberry blonde curls, inhaling the scent of her apple shampoo. "Hi Isla, missed you babygirl."

"I missed you too Daddy!" she exclaimed, looking up at him with her bright gray eyes. "Baba and I were up before the sun waiting for your flight to get in!"

Alex glanced up to where Willie was snickering at them. "She takes after you," Alex snarked.

"You love it."

Alex beamed down at his daughter, and up at his spouse, letting himself be pulled to his feet. "Yeah, I really do." He pressed a lengthy kiss to Willie's lips, despite Isla's loud protests as she squirmed in his arms. "Now let's go home, and you can tell me all the things you got up to while I was gone."

Willie took his hand, and his bags, leading them to the door. And if Alex landed up on his back after Isla had gone to bed later that night? Well he certainly wasn't complaining, especially with Willie pressing him down into the bed, raining kisses down on his skin. This was the kind of falling Alex could get behind, because he didn't think he'd ever stop falling for Willie.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

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flextrousa · 2 months

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If you are picky about bowling ball bags and cannot seem to find a perfect one, you need to read this article. Players either carry two separate bowling ball bags on both their shoulders or go for a bigger bag that can accommodate more balls. These bags have handling issues, especially when loading and unloading them in a car.

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lec743 · 2 years

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LMK - Family vs Marshmallows (short fanfic)

Summary: I just liked @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off 's little comic on tumblr so much, that I felt compelled to write a little story about it.

Note: you can find the comic here - https://ninja-knox-ur-sox-off.tumblr.com/post/690701748774617088/ninja-knox-ur-sox-off-thestarfilledsea

Word count: 1397

If you don’t like to read on Tumblr you can read them here on:

AO3

Fanfiction

Hope you have fun!

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Wukong snuck out of his room and through his own home. Trying to be as discreet as possible. The golden furred monkey demon didn’t transform to make himself smaller or anything, as he passed the sleeping forms of Tang, Mei, and MK, in his little living room, because he thought he was doing a good enough job to not need to.

Wukong crept onto his kitchen. Pausing for only a second, straining his ears for any unusual sounds. Once he felt safe, he went to his cupboards and blindly reached into the dark space. As he felt around, he couldn't find what he was looking for in the hidden compartments and he breathed out a curse.

“Looking for these?”

The kitchen lights suddenly turning on and the monkey demon was blinded by the lights, but he quickly adjusted to see Pigsy and Sandy sitting at the kitchen table together. The pig demon looked disappointed while the river demon looked neutral but concerned. In Pigsy’s grip, he was holding up a bag of sour, peach flavored marshmallows. He shook the contents of the bag for emphases.

“What! Pfff. What? Nooooo,” Wukong said, as he subtly tried to walk closer towards them, “How can I be looking for marshmallows when you guys took all of my supply.”

“Monkey King, you have a problem,” Sandy said, “We know you’re immortal, and eating nothing but marshmallows won’t kill you, but it’s still unhealthy.”

“We’re having this intervention for a reason,” Pigsy said, “Now. We’re not going to ask again. Is this all of them? Or are we going to have to start flipping floorboards to make sure you don’t have anymore?”

Wukong laughed at that as he made his way closer, “What? No. I’m not going to put perfectly good food in my—”

He lunged for Pigsy as he tried to grab the bag of marshmallows.

Pigsy dived away from him, and Sandy managed to catch the demon monkey in mid-air. Wukong wiggled and squirmed in Sandy’s strong grip. The demon monkey was perfectly capable of completely breaking free from Sandy and taking that bag of marshmallows from Pigsy, but he also wasn’t willing to full on obliterate them both just to get his favorite treat.

Pigsy stood up and dusted himself off as he angrily looked at Wukong.

“This is obviously more than just you wanting to have a sweet treat and being too lazy to make yourself anything else. Sandy’s here for when you’re grown up enough to actually talk about it.”

Pigsy huffed at the struggling golden monkey, then stomped out of the kitchen to dispose of the marshmallow bag. On his way out, he passed a blurry eyed MK who was woken up by the strangled monkey noises Wukong was making as he wiggled in Sandy’s grip.

Wukong stilled at the sight of his protégé. His previous shamelessness for what he wants quieting into a sheepishness.

MK stared at Wukong, then he turned to Sandy and said, “Found more, huh…”

“Yep. I’m pretty sure we’ve found them all, but I bet he has more hidden around that he’s forgotten about.”

MK yawned as he walked up to them, then holding his arms out he said, “I’ll take him now.”

“Kid, please,” Wukong weakly protested.

Sandy handed the demon monkey over to MK and the young man hefted him over his shoulder. Wukong allowed this, but not without whining.

“Nope. We’re sleeping. If you want a midnight snack,” MK started to say as he walked over to the counter by the fire stove. The counter had a bowl full of fresh fruit they brought over with them, “you can have a banana.”

“Bananas aren’t even a natural part of a monkey’s diet,” Wukong complained.

“Neither are marshmallows,” MK said, grabbing a banana.

Sandy waved goodbye to them as MK walked out of the kitchen with the Monkey King in tow.

Sandy turned off the kitchen lights as he made his way to bed. The small house was now illuminated by moonlight. Once in the small living room, MK tapped Wukong’s tail with the banana, and the monkey demon grabbed it with his tail. Then the young man placed Wukong on the floor with Mei and Tang, on top of all the piles of pillows and blankets they made for their bed.

Mei yawned sleepily as Tang shifted over to give them room.

“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Mei teased, her eyes still closed as she reached out and patted the Monkey King’s head.

MK grabbed a blanket and laid his head on his mentor’s chest and wrapped his arms around his midsection. Wukong frowned heavily at this, the demon just wanted some marshmallows. Is that too much to ask?

Somewhere out of the dark, Mo the cat, came trotting over and curled up next to the demon monkey’s head.

Mei moved in and was spooning MK while resting her head in the crook of Wukong’s armpit.

On his other side Tang scooted closer, pressing his back flush against him, while he spooned a pillow.

Wukong was trapped under a mountain of his loved ones. Which isn’t as bad as having an actual mountain on top of him, but the idea of the execution is still the same. And even worst they’re all human, so he can’t even be a little rough like he was with Sandy and Pigsy.

So, the demon monkey laid on the floor as he listened to the humans around him slowly fall back to sleep. Eventually, he did eat that banana that he was holding on to, but instead of peeling it and eating the soft center only, he ate the entire thing like a weird pickle.

When the soft light of dawn started to creep into his home, Wukong finally submitted to sleep.

When Wukong opened his eyes, he found MK and Mei laying on either side of him and giggling quietly at something that they had shared on their phones. In the kitchen he could hear Tang, Sandy, and Pigsy talking with each other as the smell of rice noodles and cooked vegetables tickled his nose.

Wukong closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, just to see how long it’d take for one or both kids to walk off to eat so he could sneak away and find some marshmallows, when his stomach gave him away.

He kept his eyes closed as he felt Mei look up at him.

“Morning, Mr. King.”

Wukong kept still, staying relaxed and breathing evenly, hoping to cast doubt about his consciousness. Then his stomach growled again.

Mei and MK didn’t say anything, but he felt them shift around, like they were silently speaking with each other. Then he felt fingers dig into the soft squishy part under his ribs and he wasn’t expecting that.

“Dear Heavenly Buddha!” Wukong screeched as the two young adults laughed at his flailing.

The two of them continued to tickle the Monkey King until he was undoubtedly and unequivocally wide awake.

Gasping for breath, Wukong said, “Okay! Okay! Okay!”

They stopped, but their giggling didn’t. As he was catching his breath, he watched MK and Mei lean against each other as laughter wracked their bodies.

He scooted out from underneath them so he could sit up. He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look disgruntled, but their laughter was infectious, and he couldn’t help the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips.

“If you three are done, brunch is ready,” Tang said from the entrance of the kitchen.

Their giggling quieting down, Mei and MK stood up and they each grabbed one of Wukong’s hands and helped him to his feet.

They left him alone in the little living room, expecting him to follow them into the kitchen.

The monkey demon stood for a second. He could run out now and get more marshmallows. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from flying off. Wukong took a step towards the entrance to his house. Then he was stopped by the uproarious laughter that started to echo from his kitchen.

He looked towards the kitchen, looked back at his front door, then looked back at the kitchen again. Wukong slumped forward as he sighed, then he walked over to the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen he asked, “Okay, what’s the joke? What’s so funny?”

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badass-at-fandoming · 2 years

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Fandom: Ikémen Revolution

Pairing: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice

Tags: PWP, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Hand Jobs

Thank you to @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore for organizing this event!

The perfumed fairy lights of the artist market enchant the eyes and delight the senses. Jaw-dropping paintings, wood-turned bowls, blue glass ceramics, intricate woven baskets, and leis of all color and materials clamor for attention. Bedecked in your matching green sundresses, Seth and you coo over your favorite pieces. "Let's get a souvenir for Nodisha!" you exclaim.

"Of course! She would be disappointed if we didn't ⭐️" says Seth. "What do you think of this, Alice?"

He holds up a wooden box that's a swirl of color: light and dark wood intertwine into the shape of a hibiscus flower. After careful examination, you remove a carved stamen. With a click, the lids slides off and reveals a cushioned compartment. You clap in happiness. "A jewelry box! Oh, she'll love it!"

Seth's smile crinkles into the corners of his eyes. "I think so too. Let's get it!"

You pay the artist their asking price and they throw in a pretty bag and bow to wrap the present in. You loop the bag through your arm and hold hands with Seth as you amble the thoroughfare. The market is hot and lively—partly since the Army descended upon it en masse. The air has a tang of festival to it.

As your gaze wanders, you realize, with a start, that you know the name of almost everybody here. You began the trip knowing the Black Army and the Chosen Thirteen. Now you recognize Ozymandias, Celeste, and Zero buying baskets together, laughing over how they're perfect for storing lollipops. The trio of militiawomen drinking margaritas out of coconuts are Amber, Dimple, and Brittney. You must strain to hear over the hubbub, but Luka is sharing recipes with Mateo, Yuki, Edward, and Jake. When did this happen? You know the Kings and Queens meticulously planned this appreciation trip for weeks, but your heart basks in this after-glow of their success. Step-by-step, Cradle heals.

With an almost audible pop, your musings are interrupted. Somehow, you've walked into a discreet alleyway. Seth leads you onward to the back of a building. No one is here but darkness and cricket sound. "Seth?"

"There you are 💚," he says. "You were so lost in your thoughts, I was lonely without you!"

You glance around. "So you took me here?"

"Less distractions and," he crowds into your space, backs you against a friendly wall, "I want a kiss."

You arch a brow. "Just a kiss?"

"Without any wolves watching us. May I have one please?"

There's only one answer you want to give. You kiss him, sweet and clear as a summer morning. You two showered before going out, so Seth freshly smells of his favorite rose moisturizer. You could eat up the scent. You could eat him.

Seth seems to be having similar ideas. His hands roam up and down your thighs, leaving dull nail trails of excitement. You grab his plump ass and squeeze. He stutters against your mouth, but is undeterred in lifting the cotton cloth of your sundress and diving for the prize underneath.

His flat hand rubs against you, rough and quick, waking you to sensation. Desire flares. You're seized by the imperative to rut against his hand. Seek light-popping friction against his calluses. As you work, your panting breath keens over to whine. Seth, devil he is, bites your neck in encouragement.

You cling and break against him, over and over in desperation. "Seth, please, I need more," you beg because the heat filling you up is reaching intolerable levels.

Because you are you and he is Seth, it only takes a stroke and a finger twist. You cum hard into his palm. You shudder and grip tight his shoulders. "Alice," he coos, "what a sweet present you've given me."

Before you can even make a semblance of a recovery, Seth brings his drenched hand to his lips and licks it clean. You blush to the roots of your hair. "You didn't have to…"

"I did." He fixes your dress and dusts off his own. "Shall we return to the market?"

You grab his chin and lay a searing, bruising kiss on him. "Now we can go," you say into his dazzled eyes. "And I owe you a treat later!"

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kipenzistore · 8 days

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What are some tips for effectively maintaining and cleaning an automatic cat litter box?

5 Tips for Keeping Your Automatic Cat Litter Box Clean and Fresh

Introduction: Automatic cat litter boxes are a convenient solution for busy cat owners, automating the cleaning process and keeping your cat's litter box fresh without the need for daily scooping. However, like any other pet accessory, regular maintenance is essential to ensure optimal performance and cleanliness. Here are five tips for effectively maintaining and cleaning your automatic cat litter box.

Choose the Right Litter: Selecting the appropriate litter is crucial for efficiently operating your automatic litter box. Opt for clumping litter, as it forms solid clumps that are easier for the automatic mechanism to remove. Avoid lightweight or non-clumping litter, as these may not work well with the cleaning mechanism and can lead to clogs or malfunctions.

Regularly Empty the Waste Receptacle: To prevent odors and maintain hygiene, make it a habit to empty the waste receptacle of your smart litter box regularly. Check the waste compartment at least once a day, or as the manufacturer recommends, and dispose of the waste in a sealed bag. This simple step helps keep the litter box clean and ensures optimal performance.

Clean the Litter Box Components: Periodically, it's essential to clean the various components of your automatic litter box to remove any built-up waste or residue. Refer to the manufacturer's instructions for guidance on cleaning the litter tray, waste receptacle, and cleaning mechanism. Use mild soap and water to clean these parts thoroughly, ensuring they are completely dry before reassembling.

Perform Maintenance Checks: Regularly inspect your automatic litter box for any signs of wear, damage, or malfunction. Check the cleaning mechanism, sensors, and motor for debris or obstructions that may affect performance. Address any issues promptly to prevent further damage and ensure the continued functionality of your litter box.

Consider Placement and Environment: Where you place your self-cleaning litter box can impact its performance and cleanliness. Choose a quiet, low-traffic area away from your cat's food and water bowls to provide a comfortable and stress-free environment for your cat. Additionally, consider placing a litter mat under the litter box to catch any litter tracking and minimize mess.

Conclusion: Maintaining and cleaning your automatic cat litter box is essential for ensuring your cat's comfort and hygiene. By following these tips, you can keep your litter box clean, fresh, and functioning smoothly, providing your cat with a clean and odor-free environment to do their business. Regular maintenance not only extends the life of your automatic litter box but also enhances the overall well-being of your feline companion.

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handbagfashionexpert · 1 month

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Creative Ways To Use Your Waterproof Beach Bag

Looking beyond its primary function, a beach bag waterproof offers versatility and utility in various settings. Here are some creative ways to make the most out of your beach bag:

Travel Companion: Use your beach bag as a carry-on when traveling. Its waterproof material will protect your belongings from unexpected spills or rain showers. Plus, its spacious design allows you to pack essentials like a change of clothes, snacks, and entertainment for long flights or road trips.

Poolside Organizer: Keep your poolside essentials organized and easily accessible by using your beach bag as a poolside organizer. Store items like sunscreen, sunglasses, towels, and water bottles in different compartments for convenient access while lounging by the pool.

Picnic Carrier: Transform your beach bag into a picnic carrier for outdoor dining adventures. Pack picnic essentials such as a blanket, reusable plates and utensils, napkins, snacks, and drinks in your waterproof beach bag. Its insulated compartments can also keep food and beverages cool during hot summer days.

Hiking Backpack: When hitting the trails, use your waterproof beach bag as a hiking backpack. Its durable material can withstand rugged terrain, while its multiple compartments allow you to organize hiking essentials like water bottles, snacks, a first aid kit, and a lightweight jacket.

Gym Bag: Need a gym bag for your workout session? Your waterproof beach bag can serve as an excellent gym companion. Pack gym clothes, sneakers, a water bottle, towel, toiletries, and other workout essentials in your beach bag for easy transport to and from the gym.

Diaper Bag: Parents on the go can repurpose their waterproof beach bag as a diaper bag. Its spacious interior can accommodate diapers, wipes, changing mats, bottles, baby clothes, toys, and other baby essentials. The waterproof material also makes it easy to clean in case of spills or messes.

Pet Supplies Carrier: For pet owners, a waterproof beach bag can double as a pet supplies carrier for outings with your furry friend. Pack pet essentials such as water bowls, food, treats, toys, leash, waste bags, and a portable pet bed in your beach bag for trips to the park or beach.

Outdoor Concert Tote: Attending an outdoor concert or festival? Use your waterproof beach bag as a tote to carry your essentials. Pack items like a blanket or towel to sit on, snacks, drinks, sunscreen, a hat, and a portable charger for your electronic devices.

Campsite Organizer: When camping, your waterproof beach bag can serve as a campsite organizer to keep your gear tidy. Store camping essentials like flashlights, matches, a multi-tool, cooking utensils, and toiletries in separate compartments for easy access while outdoors.

Emergency Kit: Prepare for unexpected emergencies by using your beach bag as an emergency kit. Pack items such as a flashlight, batteries, a first aid kit, non-perishable snacks, water bottles, a portable radio, and a multipurpose tool in your waterproof bag for peace of mind during emergencies or natural disasters.

Shopping Tote: Say goodbye to single-use plastic bags by using your waterproof beach bag as a reusable shopping tote. Bring it with you to the grocery store, farmers' market, or shopping mall to carry your purchases while reducing plastic waste.

Laundry Bag: Simplify laundry day by using your beach bag as a laundry bag to transport dirty clothes to the laundromat or laundry room. Its waterproof material will contain any spills or leaks, and its spacious design can accommodate a large load of laundry.

From travel adventures to everyday errands, a waterproof beach bag offers endless possibilities for organization and convenience. Get creative and discover new ways to utilize your beach bag beyond the shoreline!

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