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[spacecatsaremadeofdarkmatter]

I'm—

I'm just happy I can help you feel better with your project by just being my little vibing self! :3

@spacecatsaremadeofdarkmatter I need you to understand that you are one of my favorite people right now ;x;

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A Chase To Start The Season (Bungo Stray Dogs) **Tickletober2024**

Hey guess what? LEE!CHUUYA! :D I wanted to say it hehe! Happy Tickletober everyone! I'm doing the weekly prompts because it's easier on me this year- what better way to start things off than some classic SouKoku? :D I hope y'all like it!

CW: Mild swearing

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@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo @mystwrites @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada

“DAZAI!"

This wasn't the first time he’s done this. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Chuuya stormed down the hall in a fit of fiery rage, his apron dusted with a thin but prominent dusting of sugar- his hands tips of his hair stained with frosting. Just moments earlier he had a tray of 12 perfectly baked, masterfully shaped pumpkin spiced cookies ready to be decorated for the Halloween season.

Now there were only 11- the missing cookie being munched on by the scoundrel he called his boyfriend.

“Try to hide, you bastard- I’ll find you! This apartment isn’t that big!” He called out as he threw the bedroom door open, convinced this is where Dazai ran off to. He looked around, looking for the smallest of lumps, bumps or creaked doors.

Nothing. The room looked and felt untouched. Letting out a sigh, he turned to leave when he heard it- the faintest of crunch. His eyes shot to the closet.

In a matter of steps, a scrunched up Dazai was revealed. He stared up at Chuuya with big eyes, lips twitching around his stolen treat. The longer he looked up at the redhead, the harder it was not to start giggling. “Oo, you found me!”

Chuuya quirked an eyebrow. It was enough to get Dazai laughing properly now.

“Alright, you cookie thief- what do you have to say for your-” Chuuya reached out to pull him up, but Dazai was fast. With an unexpected tumble, he dived between the redhead’s legs, rolling into the room and scrambling out the door.

Chuuya blinked. Then he turned with a roar, flying after the cackling brunette. “DAZAI!”

Around and around they went, running into rooms and diving around furniture. Every time he was inches from grabbing onto Dazai, the brunette would avoid him. When he got enough distance, he’d stick his tongue out at Chuuya, sometimes adding a booty shake.

Oo, how Chuuya was gonna get him good when he caught up!

Their chase continued until Dazai suddenly took a knee, falling haphazardly into the tatami mats below. Chuuya saw an opportunity and took it, running over and wrapping his arms around his torso from behind-

The world suddenly flipped. Chuuya found himself on his back, Dazai’s cheeky grin looming over him. “Gotcha, Chibi! What, did you really think you had me?.”

The redhead gaped. His shock quickly turned back into rage. “You son of a bi-hehehehahhahahahahahahhach!”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re giggly Chibi!” Dazai laughed in his newfound power, positioning himself overhead with his thighs trapping Chuuya’s arms. Effectively pinned, Chuuya could only flail and squeal while Dazai dug into his upper ribs and armpits. “Come on- give me a smile!”

Chuuya was gonna give him a mouthful of bloody teeth in a second! Shrieking with mirth, he twisted the best he could given his predicament, his threatening kicks coming off more like a cat attacking a yarn ball. “Yoohohohohu’re sohohohohoho dheahhahahahd! Gehahahahah I’m goohohohohonna choohohohke yoohohohu ohohohout with my thihihihihighs!”

“Oo, hot. What else are you gonna do to me?” Dazai dropped his hands lower so they danced against his belly, making kissy noises at Chuuya’s reddening cheeks. “Talk silly to me!”

The scritches were bad enough, but the teasing? Oh the damn teasing! Chuuya’s laugh took on a squeaky noise as he tried and failed to activate his gravity control. Maybe he wasn’t focused enough, or maybe Dazai was cheating and using his own ability to stop him- but the cheeky brunette remained right where he was. “DAHAHAHZAI LEHEHEHET ME GOOHOHO!”

“Awww, already? And I was having so much fun too!” Despite his whine, he released the redhead, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his chin on them all cute. “Better now?”

Chuuya groaned and gasped, arms coming down and tightly against his waist as he shot an upside down glare in his boyfriend’s direction. It only made Dazai smile more, softening Chuuya’s insides like butter. “Shuhuhut up.”

“I haven’t said anything yet.”

“You're saying things with your eyes- it’s making me feel things.”

“Oh?” Dazai’s eyes twinkled as he leaned in, looking down at Chuuya with twinkling eyes. “What kind of things?”

Chuuya didn’t bother with a response. Instead, he reached up and pulled the other man into a spontaneous kiss- gentle and passionate at the same time. When they pulled away, Dazai was flushed and a bit breathless. Chuuya could feel his heartbeat racing beneath his fingers.

“Did that answer your question?” He growled- smirking when Dazai nodded. He leaned in for another kiss, but Chuuya was quick- activating his gravity manipulation and sending him floating out of reach. “Do that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay lightheaded for the next few months.”

“Aww, Chibi! You know I’m always lightheaded whenever you’re around.” Dazai fluttered his eyelashes with a swooning grin, crumbling near instantly when Chuuya grabbed at his suspended thighs, tickling with all his might. “Gheahhahahaha! Chuhuhuhuya! Cuhuhuhya- Chihihihihibi, pleahahhhahahahse!”

“You really didn’t think I forgot about the cookies, did you?” Chuuya growled, grinning from ear to ear as Dazai continued squealing out terms of endearment between giggle fits. “Time to face your just desserts!”

Thanks for reading!

[ashascoven]

❃☆ showering w/ the pyromaniac rat man ☆❃ pt. 1

☆ so hi!! um!! welcome to my first fanfic lolz (im nervous about posting this can you tell ?!?! o(*°▽°*)o)

☆ im rlly new to posting on tumblr, but ive been reading fanfics on here for a WHILE!! it's inspired me to write a silly one about my favorite lanky robber <3 if theres any mistakes, PLEASE hit my line abt it (i beg)

☆ here is part 2, which is smut/nsfw, also on my profile!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! junkratxreader ☆

reader is a female who's known for working with plants

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading, buckle up yall)

fluff??

emotional stuff, but nothing intense (??)

first time writing an australian accent, pls lmk if anythings weird!!

hope u enjoy :,D

“Hggshmmshh.. peeaachh c-c.. cobbler.. mmh.. eeheeheeheh!! Piee..”

“Dammit! Move over, rat-ass!” 

You felt as if you had finally managed to doze off only a couple minutes ago. 

One second you're about to drift away into a somewhat decent sleep, counting flying sheep and letting your drool start to fall.

The next, you're getting whacked in the head with a metallic hand or shoved by a wooden peg in one of your sides.

Having to share a bed with a loudly snoring pyro-freak who reeked of gunpowder and body odor was not a promising night of rest, especially in a room of pure humidity and sweat. 

The mattress beneath you two was unbalanced and squeaky, the walls surrounding it adorning overgrowing vines and tears in its paper.

His twisting, turning, n’ noises didn't make it any better, but it was kind of reassuring in the sense that you weren't sleeping alone.

When was the last time he even showered anyway? 

Does this man know how to?

How does he sleep like this?

The more you questioned the Australian in your head, the more his body managed to keep sprawling across the queen sized mattress you two shared. 

Both his normal and prosthetic limbs jabbed at your back, his armed belt straps and gauntlets not contributing to your comfort whatsoever. 

“Fucking- MOVE!”

You gripped at the bed and gave him one kick in the ass with your bare foot. 

The maniac yelped himself into a giggling fit, somehow still remaining asleep. 

God, what's his secret to being such a happy sleeper?

With one last scoff, you nearly pushed him off of the bed, but you didn't think twice about it.

Rolling your eyes, you returned to your previous position with your back facing him, crossing your arms and trying to let your eyes close again.

You thought about the mission you two were given together, recalling it hundreds of times in your head to hopefully quench at your inability to have a comfortable sleep.

Back at one of those Overwatch HQ meetings, they discussed wanting to try something new while still maintaining everyone's duties. 

Experimenting with how different heroes and scientists worked one-on-one with one another for “observational purposes,” they said.

Gibberish about increasing the rate of productivity within our cause by cutting down our dispatched team sizes.. 

“More groups of heroes can get sent out on more missions if distributed differently..!”

Blah-blah-blah..

You ignored all of the blabbering at the time, your ears only ever being open for what sounded most important and intriguing.

“It'll be an educational experience for great future references-” 

You reaaaallyy didn't think you'd be in one of the duo dispatches, yet here you were, somehow still in the flesh.

All that was asked of you both was to keep a watch out for anything suspicious at some abandoned town in the middle of who-even-fucking-knows.

Wooden huts n’ houses that were falling apart, yet they somehow still formed and held a small community of humble elders.

Supposedly, this place was a possible target of some well-feared terrorist group, and “Grandpa Jack” wanted you two to scout.

Discussion about exposed plans for making sure as many innocent people as possible experienced war “too” made your blood boil. 

It didn't make sense to you, the whole “no pain, no gain” mindset.

Clearly these people chose to live all the way out here to get AWAY from the danger, why force that on some old people anyway?

With their lack of clean drinking water and functioning power in an empty desert, you were sure they've already seen enough.

“Haven't we lost thousands of innocent civilians already? Omnic or not, they can't just keep coming up with all of this frivolous shit and throw it at us..!”

You grumbled to yourself outloud, unconsciously turning to face the ultimate rat that was laying behind you.

“Why would they send us here if they KNEW there were people out here who needed help? Wasting precious time by sending two of us out here instead of a whole team is beyond me, honestly! We'll just keep getting killed and..” 

Your eyes ended up catching onto your distorted reflection on the goggles that Jamison wore to bed.

It made you trail off and unball your fists, causing you to think about the old people again.

You thought about how much you were gonna get onto HQ's ass to seek a better home for them all.

They were sweet to you and Jamie, and you were pretty sure he would try to take one or two to keep as parents of his own.

Considering he didn't have any living ones anymore, it would check out.

Your eyes wandered off onto the flickering of the dying light bulb hanging bare off the ceiling.

The bulb hung right behind mister sleeping beauty, holding on by torn wires.

You were surprised your sleeping partner hadn't managed to somehow pull it down in his sleep yet. The thought made you smile for a bit, letting your face rest.

Then, your hand reached up to Jamison's face. 

You didn't think much about it since your mind was more on other things still, but you unconsciously held his cheek.

You watched as he smiled in his sleep, gently putting his own hands on yours and nuzzling into your touch. 

The feeling of his rough palm against your skin along with the metal of his other one sent a chill through your body, but you didn't pull away.

Just looking at him resting like a baby put your mind at ease for a bit.. It helped calm your grumpiness from not being able to sleep these past few nights.

It’s been the longest mission yet, and also the first one that you’ve slept together with a person you were sent with.

You ran your thumb over his lightly chapped bottom lip, your mind finally winding itself down.

You two had somewhat of a record of being assigned missions together, but you were never as close to each other as this. 

Something about the way your silly acquaintance slept carelessly in front of you was strangely inviting.

You swallowed your emotions and repressed your urges to suddenly hug the rat man, drawing your thumb lower to his chin. 

You ran it over his speckled face hair, still letting him hug your arm. 

“Mmmmh.. G-gosh, so.. so waaarmm..! waarmm like a maarshmaallooww.. eheeh..!!”

He chuckled in his sleep as his hugging turned into more aggressive snuggling.

It made you wonder if he'd remember anything once he woke up.

Outside of those thoughts, you were heavily caught off guard.

You didn't know if you wanted to comfortingly rub at his hair, continue holding his face, or try to hug him entirely.

Internally? You wanted to do all of those things, but it didn't feel right yet.

Despite all the deep talks you've had with Jamie on the drives and flights to missions together, you guys were still just friends at work, right?

Would it be weird to treat a friend as such? 

Did he think you two were even friends?

You always had a tendency to overthink the simplest of things.

Questions would fog your mind the split second a minor inconvenience popped up, you struggled to help that “problem” all your life.

Yet, your time spent with him so far made it feel like your questioning wasn't a problem at all. 

You always wanted to know the specifics and the “why” or “how” in anything that interested you.

Jamison was similar. He fed into your talks about figuring out what's after death, your master-list of alternatives to milk JUST for enjoying it with cereal. your wonders about what being an omnic felt like, and even your rambles about plants having feelings.

He was so invested into the plant talk that he now avoids stepping on anything green to show you that he cared about nature's heart too.

He admired your outlook on everything, the way you approach things by being your real self.

He also liked that you didn't look down on him for having an explosive personality. 

Everyone else at HQ had something against the lanky robber, but you didn't hate him at all. You two matched each other in the way that you were both transparent and almost always had a fixation or a story to share.

His eyes practically turned into sparkles whenever you two got into your deep conspiracy talks because no one else bothered to entertain his yappering about bombs, especially with mutual ranting about something else.

It was nice, soo..

You guys had to at least be friends, right?

“Mate! Earth’s waitin’ for your grand return! Ya aren’t dead yet.. Are ya, plant woman?”

Friends.. Yeah. You thought you two were cool buddies for all it’s worth.

“Aye! I knooow, me charmin’ physique’s too much to take in aaall at ooonce but-!”

It’s crazy how you were thinking about his eyes sparkling because.. Huh, how come they’re doing it right now?

“I can’t have ya dyin�� on me yet.. Ain’t no doctors around to come and shock ya awake!”

Gosh, who knew the local bombardier had such a twinkle to his eyes anyway?

“Is yer brain workin’? Want me to.. rewire it for ya?”

Twinkle.. twinkle.. twinkle..~

“Well, she’ll be apples! Ya goootta snap outta it mate! What is it ya want this time? An autograph? Some lollies? Aye! Aye..!”

You were so zoned out into the thought of his eyes, you didn’t even register that you were now actually looking at them; he had woken up.

Your hand was still on his face too, but he wasn’t hugging it anymore. 

His robotic right hand was knocking the top of your head lightly while his skinned left one was holding your cheek. 

His facial expression was one of concern despite his messy blonde hair and some drool glistening off the side of his mouth.

With the way he clearly scooted closer to you, you two were actually really close to each other this time.

“Woaahh.. Ooh.. Oh..? OH!!” You froze up again, covering your mouth and (almost literally) getting knocked out of your trance.

“Whew!” Jamison sighed in relief.

“There's me’ plant woman! Turns out me charm was too much for ya to handle afteraaalll!” He chuckled, quickly shifting into a lounging model pose and striking you a sly grin.

“O-Oh.. Oh my gosh! H-How long was I like that?” You panicked a little, wiping sweat from your forehead and quickly rubbing it into the tail of your shirt.

“Since me eyes opened up! Let's say.. ‘bout half a’ hour?”

“H-half an hour?!?”

“Yeah! Are ya alright? Did ya think me eyes were THAT gorgeous?” He chuckled, rubbing his chin. 

“Pshh..” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms once again.

“It’s alright if ya think so! I think so too! But, ya aren’t allowed to tell me fans that! Ehehe~!” He grinned, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and jokingly snuggling his head against the top of yours.

“E-eugh!! Fans my ass! Wait until they find out that you probably don't even wash yours, you stinky!” You exclaimed, trying to push your way out of his arms but to no avail.

“S-stinky?!?! Hey-! There's a’ supa’ top secret special essence in me junker way o’ livin..! T-the cleanest ya'd ever know!! How 'bout ya take a smell~!??” He challenged, immediately shoving his arm pits in your face and keeping you in his grasp.

“GOD! Quit it!! You smell terrible-! Ugh!!! Let me go right now!”

“Nuh-uh! Hatin’ on me wondrous magnificence ain't nice!”

“Your breath's gonna kill me, you bastard! Agh!! You literally need a bath!!!” You were muffling into his arms, trying to push him away even harder. 

You managed to push yourself upwards, but you still were trapped in his grasp as he giggled n’ snuggled away. 

As much as you hated to admit it, his silliness was really comforting, charming in it's own way even.

Yeah.. he didn't smell the best, but!!.. He was kind of fun to be around. It was hardly ever boring around the rat man.

“Fine, whatever,” You sighed, no longer fighting to leave his sweaty arms.

“Your eyes are.. nice to look at. Anyway, I'm tired and somehow comfortable in this position so if you move weirdly, I'm pushing you off the bed.”

He loudly gasped, his eyes widening and sparkling so much so that you could've sworn staring directly into them would've blinded you.

“Y-ya really m-mean it?!!?!! A-about.. me eyes?!? OoooOOoohh~! I.. H-How I could jus’ kis-”

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his head. His face was buried into your chest while his arms were still around you.

You felt him freeze, his immediate blush against your chest practically able to burn through you. He didn't scream or pull away, just sat there for a bit, shocked at someone hugging him back for once.

You sighed out again in content, now leaning your face on top of his head. His hair felt surprisingly soft against your cheek, but he still smelled bad.

“God, you smell so terrible.. but.. you're kinda.. comfy and..- Okay you're actually very comfy what the hell.” 

You gushed, your leaning turning into you practically snuggling against his hair.

The rat man stayed frozen in his position, shock taking over his body. For once, it wasn't one of those triggering shocks that turned his trauma into adrenaline; it was a.. refreshing kind of shock? The kind that was making him realize how starved from affection he really was for so long.

He felt like a deer mesmerized by headlights.

“If only you didn't move so much in your sleep, tsk tsk.. I can totally get over the strong burnt tire smell for how snuggly your hair is thoug-”

“Ihh shay..”

He suddenly muffled through your chest, but quieter than his normal tone.

“Eh?”

One of his fingers twitched.

“..Ihh shay shihh!”

“Fucking- Get out of there and spit it out!”

You pouted, pulling his face out of your chest’s cave to look him in the eyes and hear him properly.

“I-I’ll stay.. still! m-mighty still.. i-if ya keep on.. rubbin’ that pretty face on ma’ skull.. p-please? please mate!!”

‘Absolutely the fuck not!’ is what you almost instinctively said, but something about this weird man’s vulnerability around you gave you a feeling his request wasn’t ill intended. 

He nudged you into a softer tone towards him for the night, so you silently raised a brow. He kept pleading, his sparkling eyes bouncing between you and the rest of the room.

“I-I ain't had anyone.. touch me ‘air, l-let alone me whole body i-in years! Feels comfortin’- so- i- uh- p-please mate! i won't be buggin’ ya’ rest any longer i-if ya felt kind ‘nough to.. perhaps grant me thee honor-!?”

“I’m doing it, so hush up.”

“Y-yes m’lady”

He quickly blurted out, before burying his face back in-between your chest with a relieved giggle.

“Hah, for someone who goes by being a rat, you're sure acting like a puppy right now.”

“Y-ya really think so!?”

“Yeah sure, but- hmph, the ‘junk’ part still applies. I'm so close to dragging you into a bath myself..”

“>:(“

“Wait.. This kinda gives me an idea..” 

A mischievous grin growing on your face as you mumbled to yourself.

“Whaddya say?”

He grumbled, oblivious to your scheming. You slowly tried pulling away from him, but to no avail.. He unconsciously scooted closer into your arms with each pull.

“..nothing, ratty-poo.” 

You pushed him away quickly with your hands now gripping his shoulders.

“A-ay mate! W-whaddya push me away foorrr? I was enjoyin’ me time in there.. :(“

He yelped in response, his arms now crossing with a pout.

“No more snuggling until you take a bath!”

“W-whuh!?”

“I'm not cuddling your hair until you wash it.”

“..noooo :((“

“No shower, no snuggle!!”

“:(((... Fine..”

“W-wait- You're giving in that easil-?”

“JUNK ATTACK!!!!”

He yelled, diving back into your chest with his arms around your waist once again. You scoffed, not cuddling or holding him back.

“Rat-ass.”

“Y-yes m-m’lady..??”

“I'm giving you five seconds to get off of me, or I'll kick you off.-”

“N-no!! P-please mate!-”

“I'll go and grab a bucket of ice cold water to throw at you so help me you don't mov-”

You've never seen a tall grown man back up to the edge of a bed so quickly.

“GO.”

You yelled, pointing violently at the bathroom door.

“NEIN!”

“I SAID GO!”

“NO!”

“You want more cuddles from me, right, ratty-poo..?~”

Your tone softened as you twirled your hair and pleaded your eyes at him.

“I- u-uh- y-yes m-m'lady but-”

“THEN GO BATHE!”

He whined another ‘no’ in response, crossing his legs and arms while looking away.

You sighed, before crawling across the bed and hooking your arm around his.

“Lord.. What am I gonna do with you..”

“W-well I- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“GET YOUR ASS IN THAT SHOWER JAMIE!!”

You yelled again as you held him in a headlock position.

As he whined, you held him there for a bit, thinking.

“Hmm..”

“You l-let go of me t-this instant mate! T-the junkers back in me home town w-wont be pleased with how you're behavin’ towards me greatnes-”

“What if we took a bath together?”

“-and once they find out what you've- huh-!?!”

“You and me, we bathe together. I'll literally help you clean up if it means you won't stink in bed.”

You said casually as you quickly faced him towards you and dropped him onto the bed. He landed on his back with his arms above his head while you sat on top of him.

Questionable position if you may, but you dare not complain about the view.

He was too in shock to notice it either.

He stared at you wide eyed. 

He opened his mouth and put a finger up to say something multiple times, only to close it with more thought and look away, his finger curling up and down with each pause.

He thought about the offer for the long time.

Then, he rubbed his chin. You watched carefully, not letting your guard fall in case he felt like randomly wrapping himself around you again.

“Hmph.. if t-that’s what it'll take.. then I suppose a.. mighty handsome fella like me.. wouldn't mind bathin’ with a.. pretty.. f-flower woman like you!”

“Uh huh..-”

“B-but under one of me’ own conditions!”

“.. you're what now-”

“Bath cuddles?”

He clapped his hands together in a praying motion, pleading with those damn sparkly eyes again. It's like he just does it in command at this point..

“God, what are we, a couple?”

You yawned with closed eyes. 

“I-I.. W-well! Your one an’ only gentleman of’uh bombardier wouldn't complain!”

He nervously smiled and blushed, his gold tooth shining comically as he said that.

It earned a giggle out of you, followed with covered mouth mumbling.

‘You’re so silly, it's kind of attractive..’

“Whaddya say, me’ pretty plant-y mistress?”

“I said, you're so silly, it's kind of.. u-uh- cool-? I guess??!? I don't- Mistress!?- I- W-whatever- C’mon, let's go! Into the baaathh we goo..! C’mon c’moonn..”

You spurted out, getting up and dragging him by the arm into the bathroom. 

You didn't really think through the fact that.. this man would be so close to you while you two were undressed.

Oddly enough, he didn't give the vibe of someone who'd try anything, but it was still weird. 

One second you're forced to share a bed with this guy.. And the next? You've convinced him to take a shower with you??? Weird..-o!!

When you two made it, you both kind of just stared at the bathroom and each other for a minute. 

It was a decently sized room, but the entirety of it was a shower.. literal shower room?.. whatever.

There wasn't a sink or toilet like the bathrooms you were used to. 

Instead, there was just one large shower head in the center of the room, a drain in a corner, and tiles that patterned the floor and walls in a creamy gradient. The two handles for the shower were next to the doorway, labeled for their temperatures.

There were also two slim windows higher up on two walls facing each other, slightly cracked for the steam.

The only light you guys had came from either these windows, or from the doorway to the room you shared, so it was acceptably dim.

Some vines creeped through corners here and there, but it was surprisingly much cleaner than the rest of the hut you guys stayed in. The non-direct warm lighting really set the vibe.

As you turned both of the handles halfway, you watched in surprise as the rat man happily stripped at whatever he had on, going for a dive on the shower floor as if it were a kid’s waterslide with a ‘yippee!!’

It immediately followed with a groan of pain from him, and a reactive facepalm from you.

With a sigh of ‘Oh, what I'll even do with him..’ (ironic), you quickly undid your hair and stripped off your clothes while he wasn't looking.

He swiveled around right as you finished, watching in awe as you awkwardly shuffled onto the floor next to him with a travel sized bottle of soap and a mini loofa.

“S-ssheesh..” he gaped, “what a beautiful woman..”

“T-thanks, b-but don't look too hard, silly guy.” You joked lightheartedly and rolled your eyes, your initiative agenda from before going out of the window because of the attractive man in front of you.

The hot steamy water combined with how it washed away some of the rat man’s dirt made his revealed skin slightly harder to not drool over..

..but you fought any urges or sudden fantasies you had right then and there. 

‘It’s just the lack of sleep getting to me,’ you quickly scolded yourself in your head, ‘.. there's no way I shoul- COULD see him like that, yep..’

“You're.. not too shabby yourself..” You muttered to get it out of your system, painfully controlling your hands from wandering. Thankfully, he probablyyy didn't hear you. 

With that, you were getting to work with your soap on his arms, trying not to think too hard about the man before you.

“Caaan I have me cuddlin’ time with ya noooww, plant womaaan?”

“Noo! I just started with you and I'm not done yet, rat-head.. Be patient n’ be quiet.” You grumbled, finishing his arms and scrubbing his back like a concerned mother.

“Pleeeaaaaseeee…????” He covered his eyes and whined as you made way to his torso with your loofah. The scrubber was barely holding on and you weren't anywhere near finished..

“Don't make me tie you down in here just to get you clean, bastard..” You threatened, moving from his back to his front side. You held at one side of his torso, scrubbing away.

He moved his hands from his face to his sides, looking down at you with that puzzled gaze once again. You glanced up at him with a raised brow before looking back down at your work.

You weren't actually all too irritated. Tired, yes, but it was actually kind of destressing being able to work your hands at something like this. 

You were also literally.. bathing a grown ass man, but you'd be lying if you said anything about preferring to be at home, bored and alone.

At least this mission gave you some kind of purpose, and alongside an entertaining goofball as well. It could be much worse, but it really wasn't bad at all which you liked.

Suddenly, he started patting your head, a close eyed grin on his face.

“Oouuhh… M-mate, ya know.. Thanks a lot for this! I appreciate ya’, I really do!”

“Don't sweat it, poo-face, you were already sweating enough in bed anyway..” You chuckled with another playful eye roll.

“If you weren't gonna bathe yourself, something had to be done for BOTH OF us to catch some rest for the mission, and goddess KNOWS I can't sleep with a loud stinky man..” You responded mindlessly, gently grabbing his face by his jaw and scrubbing his neck.

“It gets.. hard sometimes,” he threw his head back with a sigh, “I know I'm supposed ‘tuh.. do it all me’ self but, I lose me’ mind to the world o’ bombs!” He chuckled.

“You don't say…” You coughed with sarcasm, still listening and cleaning. He's used to your personality by now, and he knows you never really mean any harm.

“Oh, but I do! Even with me’ prosthetics, it jus’ makes it harder n’.. I could never fancy the time to.. uh.. keep takin’ em’ on n’ off..”

“..It bugs me, the pain, it's a reeaall.. buggin' feeling, both in me’ arms n’ legs.. n’.. the mind. It does somethin’ to ya, makes people call ya crazy!” He gestured by wiggling his normal arm, then his robotic one in comparison. 

You put his arms down like an annoyed cat, but you weren't actually annoyed, just trying to reach over him to attempt washing his hair.

“..but really ‘m not.. I.. I just resort to.. expressin’ what takes it all away.. and uh! bein’ me!, ya’ kno- Aauh.. T-that feels.. holy..” He cut himself off, sighing in relief. You had bowed his head under the running water for you to better reach him, unknowingly giving him a more direct view of your bare chest. 

“A-Anything to take me’ mind off the.. A-ahem-.. the uh.. rot.. the distinct feelin’ of not bein’ the same as everyone else.. anymore.” He cleared his throat, awkwardly trying not to stare as he spoke, but you didn't think much about it.

“People stay clear of me all the time! N’ they think I don't be noticin’ b-but I do!” He ran a hand through his hair after you moved down to his legs.

“It hurts, but.. I just keep doin’ me’, I try not to stay in me’ past, live for me’ mum, n’ keep it movin’!”

“Oh! That's also why I like ya’ mate!” He smiled, throwing up finger guns.

“Whuh- Really?” You looked at him.

“Yeah! You don't treat me funny for me’ quirks! You always seemed like.. a couple screws loose in somebody’s noggin never bothered ya’! Me’ motors don't drive ya’ wild, do I?” 

“Pshhh… You definitely drive me crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm never down for a wild adventure with you, rat-ass.”

“See? Ya’ get me! I know your tired n’ all, n’ I'm sorry for takin’ away from your beauty rest like this but..” He scratched his chin and sighed, looking to the side.

“Thanks mate, r-really..” He mumbled, shuffling closer and wrapping his arms around you for a genuine hug.

“I- U-uh-.. Your.. welcome? All I've done was treat you like.. a normal human being? As you.. should be?” You awkwardly hugged him back, confused.

You pulled away, your hands on his shoulders.

“Despite our friendship, I don't know what it is you've REALLY really been through, but no matter how tired or over it I may seem, I still think you're hella cool of a guy.” You warmed up to his hug, patting his back.

“Whenever you wanna chat about.. literally anything in the world, you know who to come to, silly.. Seriously, don't ever sweat it.” You smiled and yawned, going back to washing his upper body off for a second, more gentler time. 

You were surprised he didn't question the hot water in hot weather or how quickly it managed to cool you guys off. It was definitely making you more sleepy though.

“T-thanks, plant woman..” He wiped away a tear, sighing with a contentful “aah” as you tended to him. He leaned back, taking in the feeling of your care.

“Ya know, you're reeaaal good at this.. are ya’, perhaps, experienced ‘n bathing other people?” 

“Wh- This is.. how baths are meant to be taken, no?”

“T-together??!? Mate, I’d kill to have this luxury of bein’ cleaned by ya’ like this all the time!!”

“Whuh- No! I m-meant.. the soap and water, you fucking peanut.”

“Ooh.. W-well!” he pointed a finger up, “I don't care ‘bout standin’ under some lousy water for a’ hour! But.. ya’ make me want to if it means you'll be the one cleanin’ me!”

“You're an adult, Jamie.”

“Don't forget me’ prosthetics-”

“They're literally waterproof sealed..”

“How would ya’ even know that!?”

“You told me this in our past rant sessions, twice I might add.. Something about avoiding radiactiv-”

“Screw you, mate! ( ` ﾛ ´ )”

“..You probably would though. (>ᴗ•)”

☆ if anyone actually makes it this far, tysm for reading!! feedback is 100% welcomed and appreciated <33

☆ i promise ill get the smut out for this eventually.. ill also make a pinned request post soon!! with graduation coming up, im a bit busy :((.. BUT ITLL ALL COME!

☆ ^^ update, here it is!!

☆ enjoy ur day/night yall! eat, stay hydrated, and keep loving junkrat fr ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[cookiiemancer]

*happy squeaky toy noises* :D

[thejestofit]

So... I have a gobb rare pare and I would love to see your spin on this.. bittergiggle x sir dadadoo. Hear me out! Imagine sir dadadoo giving his lovely boyfriend a audience that is his children and they get to laugh and love each other :D

(it's fine if you ignore this I don't usually do request)

Sososo sorry!! I had lost track of time!!

(A little story to go with the drawings under the cut!)

After jumping, Bittergiggle ended up growing quite fond of the Naughty ones, often telling them jokes and making jests. With each joke he told, they laughed and laughed, giggling and telling their father afterwards about the joke.

Bittergiggle was always happy to entertain the little ones, thankful of them for keeping him sane.

.

.

.

"Hey hey!! I have a new one!"

The Naughty ones turned their heads to look at Bittergiggle, some already sniffling their laughter.

"What do you call a man with no body and no nose?"

Bittergiggle covered his mouth, stopping a fit of giggles from escaping.

"Nobody knows!"

The punchline was soon followed by the Naughty ones bursting into a fit of giggles along with Bittergiggle, only telling more and more jokes.

During the joke-telling, someone had been stalking up from behind, staying as quiet as possible as he creeped up from behind. Although, the stalking was cut short when Bittergiggle had told a particularly bad dad joke, making the stalker stop and snicker. Blowing his cover off. Bittergiggle was soon enveloped by large arms, a noise similar to that of a squeaky toy coming from Bittergiggles body when he was hugged.

The Naughty ones were happy to see their father, letting out little giggles and squeaks with a few hi's and hellos. Bittergiggle giggled, another squeak leaving him when Sir Dadadoo patted his head.

"Wanna hear a joke?"

He asked, looking down at the Naughty ones.

"What do you call a horse that can balance?"

The Naughty ones started to jump qnd bounce, excited to hear the punchline.

"Stable!"

Despite the horrible pun, the Naughty ones laughed and giggled, some falling over in their fit of laughter. Sir Dadadoo chuckled, turning over to look at the beaming Jester who had stars in his eyes.

"That was so bad, I loved it!"

He giggled, his hand going to his mouth as he laughed.

[finderseeker]

seeker you're breaking my heart (affectionate) and my brain is now filled with Your People. all i have on hand rn are bad water-based markers. handing you oddly colored sketches of your Lads

LUPIK YOU ARE MAKING MY HEART EXPLODE (affectionate)! I adore them, and the odd colors!!! I love how you draw them so much!! I made a little squeaky toy noise, but then I had to go pick up dinner, and all while I was driving I kept thinking about this and grinning so hard and making excited little squeak sounds. PUTTING THESE ON MY FRIDGE.

I’m so happy to be able to evoke strong emotions in my writing :D Hofghfkfjfhf I’m so honored my People are in your head.

[mi-ch]

SO- The House In The Cerulean Sea's sequel, right? Somwhere Beyond the Sea, I mean..

I.

Am.

Sobbing. TJ Klune always gets me- For the past 5 days I've read Somewhere Beyond The Sea and god... I swear.. I don't know how he does it- But each of his books (from the ones I have) had made me sob, laugh, giggle and kick my legs like a maniac (plus another thousand weird sounds).

What I mean to say is-

I loved this book, just as much as I did with The House in The Cerulean Sea, Under The Whispering Door, In the Lives of Puppets and part of Wolfsong as I have not finsished reading it. (Yes, soon I'll get my hands on the rest of his books.. I will! And nobody will stop me!)

Anyways- Thank you for reading my ramblings, I must admit I enjoy yapping quite a lot.

Right now, I'll go sob to the corner of my room (happy tears) and let out squeaky noises while rambling to absolutely no one how Arthur (Dad) and Linus (Papa) got married and every single of their kids are now Baker-Parnassus.

Again, thank you for reading my yaps (if someone even reads this).

Don't forget to drink water, have some food and rest from time to time! Bye bye!

:D

[chris-hartley]

Happy Pride! I'm back after a short hiatus from writing (I kinda broke up with my boyfriend so I'm fighting #depression).

ANYWAY! This one was suggested to me by @horatios-mom. A little fanfic about this rumor surrounding one of my OCs, Leaf. In canon it's just a rumor that he harvests organs. In this fic? It's real 😈 Once again if you're interested in the canon (and it's derivatives like this), do go follow our blog, @teadocs :D

(if you want to miss out on these, be sure to blacklist #kenziewritespride)

Leaf had to admit. The thrill of the hunt was almost, almost as much of a rush as he got from the act itself. He had been hiding in plain sight. Shadows and crowds were one thing, but it was moments like this, standing outside of her bedroom window watching her sleep, knowing at any moment she could wake up and see him standing there. It made his heart race with anticipation. Tonight would be the night.

He’d gotten into her house easily, through the screen door which had one of the easiest locks to pick. His footsteps were light, skillfully dodging the squeaky floorboards in the hall he’d discovered while visiting the house a few months prior. He wondered if they knew his well-intentioned visit had sinister plans behind it.

A quiet meow came from the bathroom as he walked past. He gave a gentle nod to the cat as he made his way to the bedroom. 

Who sleeps with their bedroom door open?

They were making it too easy for him. 

He gently opened the door to the bedroom, pulling his hood over his head. One… two… three steps up to the bed. Quickly pull the chloroform rag from his ziplock bag and press it to her face. Her eyes shot open, terrified. Another rush of adrenaline pumped through his system. Slowly the eyes faded back shut and the body went limp.

He had time now. Rag back into the bag, don’t want to alarm her roommate with the smell. Hood off. To the window, gently open it. Pry her body from the bed, carefully maneuvering it to keep the body intact as it hit the ground below. Broken bones were for the inexperienced.

Shut the window. Pick her up, quickly walk to the golf cart he’d rode over in, laying her across the backseat as he pulled away and sulked back into the woods.

---

“Mmm.” 

Leaf turned around to spot her coming out of her coma, strapped to his makeshift operating table. The movies always got this part wrong. It was never sudden, it was gradual, like waking up from a deep sleep.

“Mmm,” she made another noise, tossing her head back and forth.

He walked over, a syringe of ketamine in hand. Just as she blinked her eyes open. He stood beside the table as she searched the room, unable to move from her being strapped down. 

Suddenly, her face turned toward him, eyes searching his face, a sense of fear crossing them as it dawned on her what was happening. That’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to be scared of him. After all, he was a monster and he knew it.

“Leaf?”

He just smirked, plunging the syringe into her vein, releasing the dosage. Strong enough to numb out all the pain, but not enough to knock her unconscious again. He wanted her to be aware of it all.

She shivered as a cold breeze came through the air, her skin bare from the waist up. Wasn’t planned this way. The last thing he wanted was to feel like a pervert while dissecting her, but this was how it had to be.

Leaf picked up the scalpel, tracing the blade through her flesh. Organ harvesting was never for the weak. You had to know what you were looking for, how to stop the bleeding effectively, there was a level of research that had to go into it.

He could see her watching him, clearly feeling this must’ve all been just a dream she could pinch herself awake from.

“W-why?” She cried pathetically.

Leaf stayed silent, not giving her any explanation for why he was scavenging her abdomen for her kidney. Once found, he quickly removed it and placed it in the cooler before stitching her back up. Just as his phone began to ring.

He glanced at the screen, the name CHLOE lighting up. Perfect timing.

Leaf unstrapped his co-star from the table, carrying her out to Chloe’s car.

“Remember?”

“Like, duh,” Chloe nodded.

He nodded, helping prepare the body to back up the story Chloe would tell the hospital, and ultimately the police.

---

Leaf left the vicinity, going to hide at Camp Wawanakwa for the next 6 months while the manhunt for the person who stole Lola’s kidney went on. With an alibi and Lola’s K-hole delusions not lining up with anything that Chloe had told the police about the night she supposedly went missing, there were no leads and eventually the case went cold.

[infinite-hearts-333]

@north-heats-stronghold

Heya! Just wanna say, I love Oura Thorn and there internal struggle. Can't wait to see what more you do.

I haven't shown much of the backstory for my space rider North Heat. But let's just say he went through something similar to Oura while growing up.

HI?????

Omg let me like have a mental freak out for a solid minute, I like flipping adore north heat so much and all the interactions with his crew and all so this means like so much to me???????? (The noise I made when I saw this was more squeaky toy then human, I SWEAR)

Omg this made me so happy, HEHE. But yessss they have some issues, (man I’m now glad I kept some stuff under covers now that I know you like my stuff, don’t wanna release all the good stuff to soon ;)

Awww their trauma buddies :D. Might draw the to scaley bois having a rough time together then! It’s always better to suffer together then alone/jk 👍🏾✨

[definitelynotshouting]

ive been reading your hunger au fic OBSESSIVELY yet somehow always missed when you linked your tumblr??? looking back you did it SEVERAL times and i just??? never saw it??? anyway i happened to stumble upon you naturally and GASPED when you referenced YOUR FIC (!!!!!!!!!!) like OMG i foUND YOU. squeezing you like a squeaky toy (lovingly). cough cough anyway hello i love your au and also you thank you for your time lmao

ACK ACK ACK <- [MINECRAFT DAMAGE TICK NOISE /POS] IM BEIN SQUEEZED,,,,

Omg anon hello im glad you somehow managed to find me even though u missed my tumblr links!! :DDD thank you so much for the compliment, thats so sweet of you to say 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 im really happy you like hunger au so much!!!! :D

Its always so wonderful to hear when people are reading my fics 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this was such a nice message to receive!!! I hope you're having a wonderful day :DD

[didderd]

My stepbrother has Tourette's, though his tics are very verbal! Do you and Tic get verbal tics (if it's alright to ask!)?

(It is very alright to ask, dw. :3)

Yeah! :D Tourette's actually calls for both verbal and motor tics. Tho ofc you can have a lot more of one or the other, but if you only have one of those, it's another Tic Disorder (which is 100% valid ofc <3). :>

Both me and Tic get many verbal tics. We might get more motor tics, but it's about even I think? (Idk, I don't count my tics lol.)

We even get coprolalia (swearing/inappropriate language tics)! Which is actually kinda rare (only affecting abt 10% of ppl with Tourette's). :>

My most common verbal tics are equivalents of like. cooing, high pitched hums, and squealing? Idk how else to describe them in text form lol. Sometimes they mimic squeaky toys, sometimes sirens, but all some form of a high-pitched noise without opening my mouth or throat.

Ty for the ask! And I wish your stepbrother a very happy Tourette's Awareness Month!! :D

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Can I request a fic where Mary Jane boosts Peter's confidence about something he doesn't really like about himself but she finds it really cute? <3

Laugh Language

Summary: Peter is pretty self-conscious about his “ugly” laugh so he does his best to stifle it. MJ wants to see him happy and is having none of that.

The film they had rented was a comedy. By definition it was supposed to make them laugh and surprisingly, they had stumbled upon a rare jewel that didn’t rely on humor that was too dumb or lowbrow. It set just the right tone and hit just the right beats. About halfway through they had been forced to pause the movie just to take a breather!

While they had first started sitting nicely side by side under the blankets, now MJ was sprawled sideways on her armrest for support as she struggled to wipe the tears of joy from her eyes. Peter wasn’t helping much to keep everything steady, stifled giggles shaking the couch cushions.

“Oh, wow, this is just too much!” MJ managed to gasp. “What do you think so far, Pete? You enjoying it?”

“It’s great,” he agreed, “but good grief, all this laughing is making my stomach hurt!”

“What are you talking about? I’m practically on the floor over here and I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh out loud once!”

Peter’s grin waned slightly at that but it was the color that tinged his cheeks which caught her notice. “Maybe that’s for the best,” he admitted. “I’ve got kind of an ugly laugh so I-I try to keep it quieter, y’know. I don’t like to draw too much attention to it.”

“What? No, that can’t be right.” When he offered no more than a self-conscious shrug, she propped herself higher to face him. “I don’t believe for a second that there’s a single ugly thing about you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because you haven’t heard it,” he countered, trying to keep his tone light and jokey, but his flush of chagrin hadn’t cooled.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t mean it!” she insisted, uncurling her legs from the blankets’ folds so she could dig one foot into his side for emphasis.

“H-Hey!” He couldn’t help but jump at her nudge, promptly recoiling to the other end of the couch. MJ’s brows shot up at such an unexpected overreaction and he grumbled unintelligibly, hugging his arms to his chest. That was when it dawned on her.

“Peter Parker,” she exclaimed, pushing herself fully upright. “Are you ticklish?”

“No!”

“You are, you so are!”

“I’m not! It was just that your feet are cold, you startled me,” he protested, not at all convincing as his gaze darted away. A maniacal smirk overtook MJ’s face, bigger than any of the times she had smiled at the show.

“You think your laugh is ugly and I wouldn’t like it?” she repeated, already kicking her portion of the covers aside. “Well, I think I ought to hear it for myself so I can have my own educated opinion!”

“Sorry, what? Whoa, hang on, wait, wait, wait just a second!” he babbled as he got an inkling of what was coming. “We’re not done with the movie yet! Shouldn’t we—D-Don’t you wanna know how it ends before you—?”

“Nope!” On that note she pounced, clambering up and over the couch cushions to dig her fingers into him. The first noise that tore out of him was somewhere in the realm of an abrasive squawk for help that wouldn’t come, then his voice cracked as it was followed by a peal of shrill, squeaky giggles that made MJ’s heart turn a somersault. “Aww, there it is!”

“Eheheh-hh-Em-MJ—!” he half sputtered, half hiccuped, trying to hide his face as it turned bright pink. With his embarrassment occupying his hands, however, he couldn’t protect any of his sensitive spots. MJ’s nails skittered gleefully along his ribs like piano keys and all he could do was wriggle and writhe and pedal his legs haphazardly. He was still tangled up in his side of the blanket nest; he couldn’t extricate himself to run.

“Okay, you must have been talking about some other Peter Parker because your laugh is frickin’ adorable!”

“S’not!” he lamented, muffled behind his palms. “S’s-so—S’so bad!”

“Are you in denial, Peter? Are you just afraid to accept the fact that you’re cute? I’ve got the proof for you right here!” she announced, stretching further to wiggle two fingers into the curve of his throat. The whistly squeal that resulted reminded her all too much of the little penguin from the second Toy Story movie and that mental image got her laughing again too. “Have you got a squeaker in there?”

“No-o-o!”

“It sure sounds like you do! Let me check again real quick.”

“Eheheh—MJ, plea-hee-ease!” he wheedled.

“Admit that it’s cute and I can stop! Reluctantly, considering the fact that I could listen to it for hours, but I’ll stop.”

“But it—hh—it’s—jus’ sounds so—c-croaky and weird! S-Sound like a smoker—”

“Wrong answer!”

“Ahaha-ack—! Okay, ’kay, ’kay, s’cute! I-It’s cute!” As promised MJ sat back on her heels and held up her hands in surrender. Peter promptly sagged in relief, still wheezing weakly as he tried to burrow deeper under the blankets for safety.

“That’s what I thought too!” she concurred cheerily, the picture of innocence. “Didn’t I say that from the start?”

“Uhh…Uh-huh…”

She let him recover in companionable silence for a minute or so before running a gentler, chaste stroke down his arm to find his hand for a squeeze. “How’s that stomachache now?”

A wry, weary flicker of a smile quirked his lips. “…Little better.”

[arrow-gt-ace]

jack but as a lil guy you could keep him in your pocket and pull him out whenever you want him to cheer you up with his happy little ":D" face alternatively, if we're talking slightly bigger but still little, hug him like a plushie. he'll make squeaky toy noises and love it. just a polite, proper, and elegant little gentleman......

[angelic-mp4]

remember when i attempted to make a seer robot baby oc a year and a half ago? well... i redid her design and finally gave her a name ;D

meet sai mei xi (赛玫喜; sài méi xǐ), or mei xi for short!

to go along with the rose-goldish color i colored her model with, i made "mei xi" her first name. in short, "méi" means "rose," while "xǐ" means "happiness" or in this case, "delight." i decided to give her the "sai" (赛; sài) surname, since i pretty much made her a fan-child... :D

(☝ in other words, the "sai" surname is literally because i made a fan-child for sai xiaoxi 🤭🤭)

in her appearance, i give her a visor and a skirt, just like the last time i designed her, but i slightly touched up her model to make it easier to draw her :)

i also gave her a cool ability to summon hands, weaponry, etc. from an upper-back dock, akin to kalulu's primary ability (or main fighting technique); this is since she has a tin wobble cap on her head (like sai xiaoxi and other "first-generation" seer robots from the games)

as a baby seer robot who was recently introduced, her movements are rather limited, although she is able to crawl around certain areas; due to her tiny and fragile model, she often needs to be held by a trusted adult (i.e. her parents) at all times

she also squeaks and makes whirling noises at high pitches, since she isn't able to talk that much at the time (basically the equivalent of a "sad wet cat" and a "very squeaky bunny" at the same time 🥺)

as i leave it at that for now, here are some doodles i drew of her (and her dad) around a day ago to today!

[inkywinkdink]

wrote this story called “appetite of one” on google docs, and gave it like 2 chapters before forgetting about it. remembered it awhile ago so i thought to share it

at first, i thought it'd be a bit weird to tell this story, but with a bit courage, i went for it. here we go :D

Chapter 1

It was a day like any other, I woke up. I thought to myself, “Better be ready for tomorrow.” I looked back at my calendar in my room, hanging on my wall with only a staple stabbed into it and the wall, barely hanging on. In a big red circle, with a doodle of a birthday cake on the day, June 5th. Today was June 4th. This isn’t my birthday, but my brother, Ed’s. “Huh.. What should I get him? He doesn’t like any toys, he’s almost 14. Maybe a game? No, it might remind him of dad and mom.” It took a while for me to think. Anything I thought of, either wasn’t Ed’s interest or could remind him of traumas. “I’m not trying to hurt Ed. I want him to be happy for the first time since his last birthday.” I thought.

Ed’s 13th birthday went worse than ever, as the house nearly burned down, and Ed has a phobia of fire. I think you can guess how that went.

On June 5th, 2010, Ed’s 13th birthday.

“We got you something you’d like, Ed.” Mom said, with a grin on her face. “It’s something you’d always beg for.” Dad said, with a slight smile. Ed gently tore the bright, red paper that was tightly wrapped around a rectangle box. He pulled out a box cutter, flawlessly slicing through the tape. The box’s arms flapped out, nearly smacking him at quick speed. Inside the box was a tinier box, it was carefully placed almost perfectly in the bottom of the cardboard box it sat in. Ed reached his hands in, both of his hands grabbing the sides of the box. He turned the box around, inspecting it. It had a poofy, red bow on the front side of the box, where some toy of sorts was inside. He gently pulled off the bow, then threw the bow to his dad to catch. The white box had a clear window, which showed a toy airplane. Ed’s smile grew more and more as he looked at it. “We knew you’d enjoy it. Since you were 10, you would beg us for an airplane toy. Here you go, Ed. What you always wanted.” “Thank you.” He mumbled, trying to not scream of joy. Mom looked at me, she seemed surprised how he said thank you. He’d usually not say it till I told him to. Ed started freaking out, like swaying his legs around and never leaving the sight of the toy off his eyes. But the most obvious part was his big.. No, gigantic smile on his face. He was like a squeaky toy that was squeezed really, really hard by a little kid. That’s how happy he was.

Chapter 2

I watched how he opened the box, with glee in his face. I have never seen him this or more happy. I could audibly hear his “happy noises” as mom called it, “Tourette Syndrome” as the psychiatrist called it. Sure, at first, his tics weren’t audible, but when it was quiet, you could hear it for sure. All that was making noise, other than him, was a speaker playing some overrated christmas song, like “All I want for christmas is you”, playing in the crispy 144 FP quality it usually does. That song makes me cringe, but also scared.

Ed, mom, and dad all started setting the toy up so it’d work. I just stared in awe. “How long is this gonna take?” I ask, pure confusion. “Just wait.” Mom said. I could see Ed not waiting, he’d look like he’d explode in excitement. “I was just asking in confusion, not hate.” I said back, hoping she’d understand. “Kay, whatever you say.” Mom said, not even focused on me. I am not a mean or selfish kid, but I felt like I didn’t get anything, since I didn’t open anything yet. “Did I get anything?” I asked, just making sure. “Of course, dear. We don’t hate you.” Mom said, sounding concerned that I asked. Dad just looked back at me, with a slight concern as well.

I look back at the tree, two gifts sat under it. I crawled toward the tree. I could hear them laughing in joy. I looked out the window, the night moon seemed to gleam at me, and the cold wind breezed on my arms, making me shiver. I could feel my hair flow backwards, like I shouldn’t do this. I decided that I was “just gonna check if they were for me” so I could, at least, not be impatient. I grabbed my black hair and tucked it under my shirt so it wouldn’t fly away. I looked at the presents under the tree, and checked the presents. Yup. “For Jay, for Jay.. both for me? No more for Ed? Well, he got an airplane, he’d be pleased with that.”

I thought it was strange how my parents put up a tree for a birthday party, but neither Ed nor I questioned it. It was “just tradition”, like mom said. And dad had the idea of giving both me and Ed presents, despite that it was his birthday. Not mine. It’s especially weird because of the fact that my birthday is in September, nowhere close to Ed’s.

But.. It's just tradition.

Just tradition.

[ end of chap 2 ]

yayayayayy!! :D

[uhohbestie]

I carnally want to squeeze your Scar until he makes the squeaky toy noise (Your fanfic is literally my hyperfixation right now, I've been yapping about it to my friends 😭)

~ 🏜️

:D

>:D!!!!!!

Scar really is the apocalypse's squeaky toy for real :') Don't worry mr. Goodtimes, you're bound to catch a break uh.... e....eventually.

We're so happy to hear this, though! We're so glad you're enjoying the fic! Key was just saying how she can't wait to get back to posting the next chapter after our little break. We're so glad to have you along for the ride!! <3 -🔒